I bathed, shaved my parts, put on my make-up and reluctantly donned the dress my husband had selected for me. I say reluctantly because the dress was really meant to be a swimsuit cover-up.
Recalling a naughty day in Jamaica:
As I put on the dress, I was instantly taken back to one particular day in the spring of 2012. David had taken me to a swimsuit optional beach in Negril, Jamaica, where I was paraded around naked in front of countless strangers, some naked, but many tourists wore suits. These tourists simply came to see the naked females at a nude beach.
As I think back on that day, there were clear signs that David harbored desires to expose me and perhaps even see me with other men. He was intent upon getting me naked, and he seemed to enjoy it when there were men leering at my naked flesh.
We arrived at the swimsuit optional beach around eleven o’clock. We rented a locker and placed our clothing and valuables inside. I was nervous and excited at the thought of being naked in public for the first time.
David seemed comfortable stripping and walking along the beach and jumping in the waves naked. Me, I was a little less comfortable being so exposed. I was naked except for the band holding the key to our rental locker which I wore on my wrist.
His cock remained thick and heavy, but he did not get erect. I was aware of my clitoris the entire time I was naked on the beach.
It was early afternoon. We had been at the beach, naked for a couple of hours when David decided we should get some margaritas at a beach side bar. The bar’s dress code was quite lax, but they did insist we not be naked. David bought a pair of shorts for himself, and this cover-up for me from a vendor at the beach.
The cover-up was a black and white cotton print that came down past my knees. The cotton material was extremely clingy and very shear, almost like cheese cloth.
I do not remember precisely the sequence of events that led to it, but within an hour of arriving at the bar, the bartender and David conspired to convince me to climb on top of the bar and lie down. To the cheers of the crowd, the thin black and white cover up was pulled up, just below my breasts, and patrons were allowed to sip tequila shots from my navel, in exchange for buying both David and me a shot of tequila. Apparently, it was fairly common to entice young college girls to allow patrons to drink shots from their belly buttons in exchange for free shots for themselves, however, usually they wore bikinis. I was naked under the cover-up.
I remember lying there, naked from the waist down as countless young men, and a few women, lined up and positioned their mouths at my belly waiting for the bartender to pour a shot of tequila into my navel. The crowd would cheer and clap as some stranger would slurp and lap the tequila off my belly as David stood by, often times separating my knees so that the crown got a good look at my leaking vagina.
David and I would then be rewarded with a free shot, a piece of lemon and a shaker of salt. Over the period of an hour and a half, I would lick the area between my thumb and index finger, coat it with salt and hold the lemon slice. To the cheers of the crowd, I would lick the salt, down the shot and then suck the lemon slice, before being laid back down on the bar and my cover up raised once again, exposing me in preparation for the next paying customer.
I was only twenty two at the time, and did not have the good sense to pace my drinking. I had seven shots in quick succession before getting sick and having to bolt into the ladies restroom. I spent the next twenty minutes vomiting while one kind woman held my hair out of the toilet.
David then loaded me into a Jamaican taxi where I was whisked back to the hotel. I passed out on the bed and did not stir until the next morning. It was not my finest hour.
Although we never actually discussed it, I always suspected that if I had not gotten sick that day, David was prepared to allow an untold number of horny men have their way with me in that bar. I always sensed that David was disappointed that his wife did not end up pulling a train of guys while he watched. If I am honest, I was torn between being very grateful that I got sick that day and was saved from my poor judgment exacerbated by my own debauchery, and wondering what it would have been like to behave like a slut for one afternoon.
I will confess, I have masturbated to orgasm imagining what might have occurred if I had managed my alcohol consumption better that afternoon.
Tom arrives:
I had not worn this dress/cover-up since that day.
I stood in front of the mirror with my selected outfit on. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My large green eyes, full lips and perky breasts all combined to give me a very sexy appearance. The darkness of my areolas and the contour of my nipples were plainly visible through the thin material.
I turned and looked back over my shoulder. The thin cotton material clung to my bottom in a manner that left no doubt that I was not wearing any panties. Yes, I was quite exposed.
I glanced at the clock. It was six fifty-two. Tom would be here momentarily. I decided that I would allow David to answer the door, escort Tom in and fix him a drink before making my appearance.
At precisely seven o’clock, I heard the doorbell ring. David answered and invited Tom in. I could not distinguish precisely what was being said, but the conversation sounded friendly and warm. Several times I heard Tom’s boisterous laugh as the men moved from the entry way into the den.
I checked my make-up one last time, stood, glanced one last time at my nakedness barely concealed under my sheer outfit, and took a deep breath and exited my bedroom. Showtime!
I spotted a fifth of scotch and a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the table in front of the leather couch.
“Flowers! Very pretty,” I exclaimed.
“Ah, here she is, my lovely wife. Tom, isn’t she lovely?” David greeted me as I entered the den. “Tom brought the flowers for you and a bottle of expensive scotch for me.”
“I know better than to come empty handed,” Tom explained, standing to hug me hello.
“Thank you, Tom. This was very sweet of you. I need to get a vase and put these in some water, ” I said as I brought the bouquet to my face and inhaled the floral aroma.
“Connie, you are most welcome. And by the way, you look positively stunning,” Tom agreed.
“Thank you, kind sir,” I replied with a small curtsy.
I returned momentarily with the flowers in a large vase and placed it on the end table.
“Honey, what can I get you to drink?” David asked.
“I don’t know. What are you two having,” I asked as I looked at the two glasses with ice floating in an amber colored liquid.
“Tom, brought over a bottle of eighteen year old Glenlivet scotch. Would you like to try some?”
“Let me have a sip of yours,” I said, taking David’s glass from his hand.
I took a small taste and scrunched up my face, and remarked, “Oh my, that stuff is positively retched. I’ll stick with chardonnay, thank you very much.”
Tom laughed loudly, “Connie, you are adorable. You just called eighteen year old scotch retched.”
“Well, it tastes retched to me.”
“Well, David that just means more of the good stuff for you and me.”
David poured me a glass of chardonnay, and we sat in the den making small talk for a few minutes until I heard the kitchen timer buzz.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” I said scurrying off to the kitchen.
As I returned carrying a tray of hot hors d’oeuvres, I overheard David saying, “Yeah, she’s a little uncomfortable with the outfit I selected for her. She thinks it’s inappropriate and that you might be offended.”
Tom replied, “Nonsense, she looks great.”
“What are you two arrested adolescents talking about?” I asked as I placed the tray of stuffed mushrooms in front of Tom.
Tom smiled and answered, “I was just telling David how nice you looked tonight.”
I could feel myself blush as I was reminded of my near nakedness.
“You don’t think this dress is bit much? You know, inappropriate for mixed company?” I asked trying to transform my embarrassment in a mild flirtation between my lover and me.
“Oh, not at all. Now I don’t think I’d wear it to church if I were you. But here in your home, at a dinner party you are hosting, it’s just about perfect,” Tom replied reassuringly.
David was not ready to leave this subject. “Connie, turn around and let me look at the dress once more,” he instructed.
I knew precisely what my husband was doing. He wanted me to model the dress so that Tom would have no doubt of my nakedness underneath, and he wanted to convey to Tom that it was okay to look at me lustfully. My husband wanted my boss to know I was here to be exposed and leered at tonight.
“David, you’re embarrassing me. Stop it,” I admonished weakly. But even as the words left my mouth I turned slowly to let Tom admire my exposure from all angles.
“What do you think, Tom? She’s pretty sporty, isn’t she?”
“David, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are a very lucky man. Connie, you are ravishing,” Tom replied with genuine admiration.
“Okay, enough. You two need to behave. Tom try one of these stuffed mushrooms. It’s my personal recipe.”
Tom grabbed a napkin, and sampled one of the mushrooms.
“Oh, that is delicious. What’s in the stuffing?” Tom asked as he reached for a second mushroom.
“It’s diced mushroom stems with cream cheese, garlic, onion powder, parmesan cheese and cayenne pepper.”
“Connie, I had no idea you were such a gourmet. These are wonderful.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like them.”
We chatted causally sipping our drinks and nibbling on the hors d’oeuvres for the next forty minutes or so until David excused himself.
“I need to go check on the gumbo and start the fish. Connie would you entertain our guest while I put the final touches on dinner?”
Before I could answer, Tom asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
David smiled and said, “Yes, there is. Would you get me another scotch rocks? And also, please take good care of my lovely wife.”
The hidden innuendo in my husband’s request for Tom to take care of me was not lost on anyone.
“David, it will be my pleasure to entertain your charming wife any way I can,” Tom replied.
Tom poured David another scotch, his third of the evening. He also refilled his glass and poured me another glass of wine.
“I really like him. He’s actually a very intelligent and charming guy. He’s pretty funny too,” Tom said as he handed me my chardonnay before taking Tom his scotch rocks into the kitchen.
Tom’s comments about David made me feel good.
I heard them yucking it up in the kitchen, laughing and carrying on for three or four minutes. I could not hear what they were laughing about but clearly there was a level of camaraderie developing between them. I liked that, I liked it a lot.
I felt emotionally close to both men as I sat there sipping my wine. I had feared that one or both of these men, both of whom were very important to me, might not like the other. But clearly, that was not going to be the case. I found myself longing to fulfill David’s fantasy tonight.
We dined on our screened in back patio, overlooking the pool and spa. The gumbo, blackened catfish and dirty rice were all perfectly prepared, it truly was a Cajun feast.
Tom was effusive in his praise for David’s culinary skills. David seemed to bask in my boss’s praise.
After dinner, we retired back to the den, where David poured Tom and me a glass of port. I sat on the leather couch with Tom. David was in his recliner facing us.
“I better slow down. I’ve had three scotches and now this port. I still have to drive home,” Tom opined.
David laughed and said, “Tom, go ahead and tie one on. You can spend the night here. We have a guest room, and we also have a king size bed.”
I saw the expression on Tom face change slightly. I sensed that he was trying not to react to my husband’s very awkward offer. I was so grateful that I had taken the opportunity to warn Tom about David’s desire to see me in Tom’s arms. Can you imagine Tom’s shock and discomfort if this was the first time this bizarre idea had surfaced?
I sat silently, not sure what to say.
After an awkwardly long pause, Tom said, “Well thank you. That’s very hospitable of you. Connie, are you okay with me spending the night if I have a bit too much to drink?”
Oh, Tom was a charming son of a bitch. His response removed a great deal of the awkwardness while keeping the possibility of intimacy alive. Everything he did and said seemed to make my affections for him grow stronger.
I smiled and answered, “Of course I am comfortable with you spending the night. Now let’s relax and get a little crazy. David, would you make me a White Russian?”
David got up and poured the vodka and Kahlua over ice, and departed for the kitchen for some half ‘n half to complete the White Russian.
As David left the room I leaned over to Tom and whispered, “Are you okay with this?”
Tom smiled and replied, “Connie, I’m just going to go with the flow and see what happens, but yes, I am fine.”
I reached over and gave his muscular thigh a squeeze, and said, “Thank you…you know I love you.”
Tom’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, “I know you do. I wasn’t sure you knew it, but yes, I know. And I love you too.”
I was not certain, but I think I detected the crotch of Tom’s pants arch up when I said ‘I love you’. Regardless, I like to think that it did.
David returned and handed me my drink.
“Tom, let’s kill that bottle of Glenlivet, what do you say?”
“Sounds like a splendid plan. But first I need to visit the restroom. I need to bleed my lizard. Which way is it?”
David pointed Tom in the direction of our downstairs half bathroom.
I turned to my husband as Tom closed the door to the bathroom and asked, “Okay, you need to decide what you want to see happen tonight. If you are sure about this, I’ll try to make it happen, but you need to be completely sure.”
“Connie, I’m sure. I want this. I want it for me, and for you. I even want it for Tom. For an old goat, he’s a pretty cool guy. I think it’ll be pretty cool to give him something he can only dream about.”
The sound of Tom urinating was clearly audible in the den. The man was pissing like a race horse. “Sounds like Tom really had to go,” I giggled.
David laughed and agreed, “For an old dude, he’s still pinging it off the porcelain, that’s for sure.”
I heard the commode flush and Tom washing his hands.
“Okay David, if you’re sure you want this, and you’re sure you can handle it, put on some slow music. I think I’m going to see if I can get Mr. Thomas Bell to dance with a Ms. Connie Hester. Your wife is going to seduce her boss for you. Hopefully, you will enjoy the show.”
“I’m sure I will.”
David poured the remainder of the eighteen year old scotch into his and Tom’s glass, filling both nearly full.
Tom returned and saw his glass was nearly full of scotch and ice. “Okay, I guess I am going to spend the night after all.”
I took several sips of my Kahlua, vodka and cream laced concoction as I tried to muster the courage to seduce my boss under the leering gaze of my husband.
I slid over next to Tom and placed my hand on his thigh. Instinctively, his eyes immediately looked to David to gauge his reaction. I saw David nod and smile, indicating that he was fine with whatever happened between Tom and me.
With my hand still resting on his thigh, I turned to him and asked, “Would you dance with me?”
“Connie, I’d be delighted.”
Tom took one more sip of his scotch before setting it on the table. He stood, took my hand and led me to an open area of the den, about ten feet in front of David’s recliner.
Tom looked deep into my eyes as he took me into his arms, and said, “David, you have a beautiful, charming wife. Thank you for sharing her with me tonight.”
Tom’s choice of the word ‘share’ was not lost on any of us.
I placed my hand on his chest and leaned my head on his shoulder and we slowly swayed to the baritone voice of Barry White. Tom’s hand’s massaged my back and shoulders as I teased his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I could feel his penis stirring to life, throbbing against my abdomen.
“David, I think Tom is enjoying the dance. I can feel a very distinctive throbbing against my tummy right now,” I announced, making sure that my husband could enjoy my experience vicariously.
Tom’s hands ventured down my back, cupping my ass, which was covered with only the thin cotton gauze material of my dress.
“Oh that feels nice. I like it when you grab my ass like that,” I cooed. “David, your friend is grabbing your wife’s ass, and she likes it.”
“I can see that,” David answered.
I then grabbed Tom’s left hand and brought it to my right breast. He gently teased my very erect nipple.
“David, your wife is being a naughty girl,” I moaned.
“Yeah, what’s she doing that is so naughty?”
“She’s letting her boss feel her up and grab her ass while her husband watches.”
David laughed and reminded me, “No, that’s not naughty, that’s being a good little girl. She’s doing what her husband wants her to do.”
Tom placed his fingers under my chin and raised my face up. “David, may I kiss your wife?”
“Oh please do. Kiss her all you want,” David answered with a quiver of excitement in his voice.
Tom replied, “Thank you. I think I will do just that.”
Tom leaned in and kissed me, gently at first, but the kiss grew more passionate by the second. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth. Soon we were playing tag with our tongues, mouths wide open, chasing each other’s tongue from mouth to mouth.
We were panting into each other’s mouths as well. Our labored breathing revealing our growing excitement. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach now. Tom was definitely erect. Performing in front of an audience had not intimated him like I feared it might.
I broke our kiss long enough to hiss, “Oh fuck, you are getting me so hot, Tom. David, my pussy is literally leaking down my thighs.
I reached down and felt Tom’s cock through the linen material of his trousers. Tom reached under my hand, and adjusted his penis to allow it to point upward. I returned my hand and stroked up and down the large shaft.
“Oh my, that is a very impressive erection you have there, Mr. Bell. Very impressive,” I announced as I pretended that this was my first encounter with Tom’s marvelous penis. I reported to my husband, “Honey, this is a big man, and he’s very hard.”
I glanced briefly over my shoulder and saw that David was gently stroking himself through his pants as he watched Tom and me.
I unzipped his fly and reached in, fishing out his erection. Just as I remembered from New Orleans, his penis was very thick and very hard, but it would not stand up on its own. It stood out from his groin horizontal to the floor.
I stroked him up and down several times before I leaned over and took the sensitive glans in my mouth, sucking him for several seconds.
“David, he’s very thick. Honey, he’s almost as thick as my wrist,” I reported, exaggerating slightly for my husband’s enjoyment. I figured that I was going to thoroughly enjoy being with Tom, so I should do everything I could to make sure David enjoyed the experience as well.
Kneeling in front of Tom, I took the head of his cock in my mouth as I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I had a bit of trouble unhooking the clasp holding the waist of his trousers without removing his cock from my mouth. Seeing how I was fumbling, Tom reached down and easily unhooked his pants.
Obviously, I did not have a well thought out plan here. Tom still had his shoes on when I lowered his pants to his ankles. I looked up at him from a kneeling position and said, “Let me help you with your shoes.”
Tom smiled and lifted one foot and then the other. I removed both his shoes and tossed them to the corner. I then held the hem of his trousers, allowing him to step out of them. I then removed his socks.
Tom pulled his sports shirt over his head, revealing a very well defined chest and shoulders. He was now standing there with his long, thick penis sticking through the pee hole of his boxers. I tried to pull his boxers off, but his erection prevented me from doing so. I couldn’t help giggling as I wrestled with his boner, trying to fish it back through the opening in front of his boxers so I could finish stripping my own Adonis.
Again, Tom came to my rescue, and quickly pulled his large dick through the opening and allowed me to remove his boxers.
Kneeling in front of him, I ran my hands up his sides and over his muscular pecs. I kissed his cock several times.
“You are a gorgeous man. You know that, don’t you? I just love how muscular you are. David, thank you for making me do this…thank you for lending me to Tom tonight.”
Tom took my hand and pulled me to stand.
“Connie, you seem to be a little over dressed,” Tom said as he slowly pulled my dress up, over my head. We were both naked now.
Tom turned me so that I was facing David. There was a large mirror on the wall behind his recliner. At five foot ten inches, by almost any standard, I am a tall woman, but Tom towered above me. My large nipples stood proudly atop my smallish breasts.
Tom reached over my shoulders and he cupped my breasts. I stood there, naked in front of my husband. My lover was standing behind me, naked, feeling my breasts, his erect cock pulsing against my lower back.
Our reflection in the mirror allowed me to know the precise image being presented to David. We were a handsome couple. Tom’s gray hair, strong jaw and inviting eyes complimented my large green eyes and full lips nicely. I tried to commit this this gorgeous image to memory, one that I would recall time and again as the years passed.
For the first time in my life, I was looking at an image that made my slender five foot ten inch frame appear petite. The darker complexion of Tom’s muscular arms and shoulders outlined my lighter toned skin, giving the image an interestingly sensual contrast. My areolas appeared to be a bright pink in contrast to Tom’s fingers as he gently teased my nipples as David watched silently.
Tom whispered in my ear, “Ask your husband if you have his permission to fuck me.”
His words sent a shiver of excitement through me. I moaned and arched my ass back against his rigid erection as he gently pinched my nipples.
“Go ahead, ask his permission.”
“David, Tom would like to fuck your wife. May I let him?” I panted.
“Connie, do you want to fuck him?” David replied.
He was going to make me beg for his permission. This verbal exchange between me and my two lovers struck a deeply hidden submissive chord inside me. I was suddenly aware of my pulse in my clitoris and the lubrication seeping from my vagina.
“Yes, I do. I want to fuck him for you,” I replied, trying to place some of the blame for my sluttish behavior on my husband’s desires. David was not going to let me off the hook so easily.
“Connie, that’s not what I asked. Do you want to fuck him? For you?”
David was stroking his erection through his pants as he spoke. This clearly aroused him.
“Yes sir…I want Tom to fuck me…I want to take him inside me, and I want him to cum in me. I want that very much. May I? May I let him?” I moaned.
My lubrication seemed to be flowing out of me now as I spoke. I was begging my husband to grant me permission to let my older lover fuck me.
Tom reached down between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris. I separated my thighs to grant him better access.
“Oh David, he’s touching my clit. I am so fucking wet right now. Please let him fuck me. I need him to fuck me.”
David unbuckled his pants and lowered his zipper. He pulled out his erection and said, “Tom, fuck her good, buddy. Fuck her really hard. I want her to cum over and over with your dick inside her.”
I glanced at Tom’s face in the mirror. He smiled at David and replied, “Of course I will. Just sit back, watch and enjoy.”
My breathing was much more labored as my excitement grew. My breasts were actually heaving in anticipation. The psychological meaning of what was about to happen aroused me beyond words. I was going to make love to a man with whom I was falling in love with my husband’s blessing and encouragement.
Tom led me to the couch, where he sat down. He pulled my on his lap, astride him. His large erection lay across his belly, the head reaching above his navel.
Rather than enter me immediately, as I was expecting, Tom grabbed my firm buttocks and pulled me towards him, forcing me to grind my erect clitoris against the shaft of his penis. The leakage made his shaft very slippery and wet as he humped against me.
Tom leaned forward and sucked on my left nipple while pinching the right one.
I was actively humping against his cock now. I knew I could climax by simply grinding against him, but I wanted to take him inside me. I wanted to cum with his cock buried deep in my pussy. I wanted him to ejaculate inside me, to place his sperm in my womb.
“Oh, I am so turned on…please fuck me…I need you inside me…please,” I begged.
Tom nodded and eased me back. I grabbed his rigid boner and raised myself up. Hovering over him, I positioned the head of Tom’s cock at the opening of my now very wet, and very dilated, pussy. I used the glans to separate the lips of my labia and lowered myself.
I felt the thick head wedge inside me as the pronounced ridge of his glans passed my outer opening.
“Oh David, he’s inside me. He’s so thick. He’s filling me up,” I hissed as I raised and lowered myself, taking him deeper each time. “Can you see his cock going inside me? Can you see how deep he is in your wife’s tight cunt?”
David was stoking himself furiously now as Tom began arching his hips up stroking his cock in and out of me. I was moaning and grunting with each upward thrust.
Tom pulled me forward and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue as he thrust himself upward, slapping his balls against my ass.
I was moaning incoherently now with each thrust.
Tom then pushed me backwards, so that I was sitting up, straddling his torso. Our bodies were basically perpendicular to each other now. In this position, the head of his cock was pressing firmly against the front wall of my vagina, against my g-spot. I wasn’t going to last long now.
I started rocking my hips, sliding back and forth along his shaft, forcing the head of his cock to rub my g-spot.
“Oh, fuck…you’re gonna make me cum…oh, fuck…just like that…just like that…oh, fuck me…don’t stop…shit here it comes…I’m such a slut…oh fuck,” I screamed as a massive series of spasms overtook me.
Tom pulled me forward, pressing my sweat moistened breasts against his chest and holding me tightly, he began arching his hips up violently, pounding my pussy with his cock, prolonging my orgasm. I could not stop cumming.
In reality, Tom’s violent pounding only lasted twenty or thirty seconds, but at the time, it seemed to last an eternity. Suddenly, Tom plunged as deep as he could, hugged me tightly as his body stiffened and convulsed. I felt his large erection pulsing inside me.
“Oh, that’s it, baby…cum for me…oh god…give it to me…give it all to me,” I encouraged as I clenched and unclenched my vagina, milking his cock.
I kissed him deeply as he continued to throb and pulse, giving me each drop of his precious semen.
I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, “I love you so much.”
On one hand, I hoped David did not hear my whispered affection, yet on the other hand, I really did not care if he did.
We remained coupled together caressing each other for several minutes. Each time I would clench my pussy, his cock would swell and pulse in response. I was giving him the most intimate hug I could by clenching my vagina around his penis.
“You made me cum so hard. That was wonderful,” I said with genuine appreciation. “David, did you see how he fucked your wife? Did you see how hard he made me cum?”
David responded, “Yes, I did. I’m impressed. Tom, you did her some good. Now I’d like to borrow my wife to relieve a little problem I have here.”
“That’s only fair, David. Thank you for letting me have her first,” Tom answered as I lifted myself off Tom’s cock, which made a loud slapping sound as it smacked against his abdomen as it exited my pussy.
I rolled over on my back on the couch next to Tom, my feet planted firmly on the floor. David had stripped off his clothes and was approaching me, his erection swaying proudly with each step he took.
“Well, honey, do you want some sloppy seconds? It’s pretty wet in there,” I teased as I squeezed my vagina tightly, forcing a glob of white semen to appear at the opening of my pussy.
David was duly impressed, “My god, Connie, his sperm is literally running out of you.”
“I know. He pumped me full, didn’t he?”
“He sure did, baby. He sure did.”
David knelt between my thighs and positioned himself to enter me.
Tom started to rise off the couch. I reached out and held his hand. “Tom, stay here and hold my hand while David fucks me. I want you near me.”
I knew that I was conveying a level of affection towards Tom that my husband might find threatening, but truthfully, I needed both men to know I loved them both, and to accept the fact that going forward, they would be sharing me.
David slid right in without any resistance. His cock was very erect.
I was squeezing Tom’s hand as I talked to David, “Baby, can you feel how wet I am? How open? I was such a naughty girl. I let my boss fuck me while my husband watched. Do you like having a slut for a wife? She is, you know. She was a naughty little slut tonight.”
That’s all it took. David could not hold back any longer. He grunted and pushed inside me.
“That’s it baby, add your sperm to Tom’s. Your wife has two men’s semen in her. What do you think about that?”
Tom collapsed on top of me. I caressed his back with my free hand, but did not release my grip on Tom’s hand. I wanted to maintain some physical contact with both of my lovers.
I looked at Tom and said, “If you spend the night, I’ll let you fuck me again, and I’ll make you both breakfast in the morning.”
Before Tom could answer, David chimed in, “Will you serve us breakfast naked?”
“Well, I am going to wear an apron when I fry the bacon, but other than that, I will stay naked as long as you want. Now go heat up the hot tub. I want to take a naked hot tub with the two men I adore.”
(Note: a special thank you to Lisa and Don whose editing and proof reading have greatly improved the quality of this series.)
Coming soon: A vulnerable housewife – Chapter six – Monday morning, back at the office with Tom
