John and Ray are business partners now. The country is in a tizzy over Global Warming and fossil fuels on top of housing costs and shortage and, of course, the homeless. The government loves the idea of high-density urban in-fill and will throw money at communities that promise it.
The success of John’s little backyard enclave has made them experts and kept them very busy. Ironically, he is making noises about moving back to the suburbs where there are better schools and more space for things like a piano for his little blond prodigy, who wraps him around her finger. He has always regretted that he does not play an instrument.
Anne also dominates her Uncle Ray; yes, he lives in the module in the backyard. He plays with her, sometimes goes to the park with her, and is putty in her three-year-old hands. He even babysits her at times.
Over time, John has become less aroused by Ray and Claire’s relationship.
Claire remembers the night, three years ago, when John suggested that Ray might move into the module. They were lying together in a post-coital afterglow when he brought it up. His words made something in her chest do a flip and her face to flush.
She was glad it was dark so John wouldn’t notice her reaction. After a few moments, she said, “I’d like to think about that.”
John replied, “Sure, no rush.” He kissed her, said, “Good night,” and went to sleep. Claire lay awake for a time, excited by the prospect of Ray being right next door. “Would having him so close and tempting cause problems? Might she, some night, be tempted to sneak into his bed? Could she restrain herself knowing he was asleep right across the lawn?”
She was pretty sure that John would not countenance that kind of behavior, nor should any self-respecting husband. She knew that in her head, but her pussy thought otherwise.
Nothing more was said for a week or so until one afternoon, John called and asked if he could bring Ray home to dinner; they had some business to discuss.
Claire tried to reply calmly, “Sure, shall we plan for seven o’clock?” “This is it,” she thought, “the big experiment is about to happen.”
“Let’s make it earlier; tomorrow is a workday,” John said, wanting to leave plenty of time for sex without tipping his hand, he thought.
She bundled Anne up and went to the grocer for food. Then, at home spent a while agonizing about her outfit. She was tempted to forgo underwear but decided on a thong with no bra under a skirt and a loose shirt. She hoped that she would look sexy, not motherly.
Their dining table seated six but she set their places close together, her at the end and one on either side of her.
John kissed her when he entered the house, then went to check on the baby. Ray wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lustily.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, and your husband is going to put my cock in your hot pussy. Are you ready to cuckold him again?” He knew what her answer would be. Her knees were trembling as she nodded her assent.
The baby was sleeping so they all sat on the sofa having a drink. Claire kept sneaking glances at Ray, then at John, wondering who would make the first move. Everyone was well-behaved.
During the meal, the men did discuss business. Claire sat quietly until she felt John’s hand on her knee.
She moved her leg to give him better access, then she dragged the nails of her left hand over Ray’s thigh, giving them both a thrill; she left it there. When they finished eating, John offered to clear up and told them to go sit for a while.
They sat on the living room sofa; Ray placed his arm along the back and toyed with her hair as they chatted. When she heard her baby cry; she jumped up to go to her before her breasts started leaking milk on her shirt.
When she came out of the bedroom, Anne was already suckling her contentedly. She sat next to Ray again, and he watched with envy while stroking the back of her neck the way she stroked the baby’s head. Claire crooned softly to the child as she nursed.
John came in to ask if anyone wanted coffee; Claire had eschewed coffee while nursing, and Ray declined. She handed John the baby and asked him to change her dirty diaper before putting her down. John changed his daughter, then, after putting her to bed went outside for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette.
When he returned, he found his wife and his friend in a frenetic embrace, apparently trying to eat each other’s face. Claire’s boobs were completely out, and her nipples were enormous and hard, drops of milk still visible.
John wanted to join them, but they were practically lying down, leaving little room on the sofa. Instead, he sat on the floor beside them and waited. Ray alternated between plunging his tongue in her mouth and sucking on her nipples.
One hand was under Claire’s skirt doing who knows what. He acknowledged John’s presence with a wink and resumed making out with his wife.
John was starting to feel left out when Claire’s hand reached out and touched his cheek. She turned her face to him, so he rose to his knees and kissed her. She accepted his tongue and reciprocated as she had Ray’s. His cock was painfully hard in his pants.
“Is the baby asleep?” she asked. He nodded, then took her hand and placed it on his crotch.
“But this baby is waking up.” She squeezed his cock.
Meanwhile, Ray had slid down between her legs and lifted her skirt, taking a deep breath of her sexual fragrance. She spread her legs for him, exposing the damp streak on her thong.
John finished undoing her shirt front and licked her nipples clean, just as Ray pulled her thong aside and pressed his tongue to her pussy lips. Claire sighed and closed her eyes.
He just watched for a while, “She’s so damn beautiful; she was born to have many lovers. How have I not understood that before now?” She raised her legs and laid them over Ray’s back, then laced her fingers in his hair, looking John in the eye.
“Do you like watching Ray worship my cunt? Yes my cunt, that’s what he’s doing, worshipping it. It feels wonderful and empowering; he is mine to command right now. What do you think I should do? I could suck his big beautiful cock and we could make each other cum. I could suck you and make you cum.” She quickly lost her train of thought under Ray’s talented ministrations on her clit.
Moments later, she gasped, “If you want first dibs, you had better assert yourself; he will soon have me cumming and demanding to be fucked.” She closed her eyes again.
John stood up, dropped his trousers and touched Ray’s shoulder to tap him out. Then he too, began to worship Claire’s pussy, but he could already feel his cock getting to the point of no return.
His hard cock replaced his mouth. Her silky, warm pussy caressed it deliciously, its walls gently grasping his excited glans bringing him near his climax. He had to slow himself down.
He leaned down and kissed Claire while Ray undressed and fed his cock to their joined lips. Her right hand grasped it at its base, steadying it as their mouths worked up and down his shaft, their tongues meeting across it.
Soon she couldn’t concentrate on Ray’s cock, she put both hands on John’s ass and urged him faster and deeper.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, darling,” between kisses, she whispered into his mouth. “Please don’t cum too soon, this feels too good to stop.”
But just then, Ray reached between John’s legs and slipped a wet finger into his butt hole, pressing on his prostate. It triggered a strong orgasm that seemed to go on forever, though it stopped when Ray withdrew his digit.
“Oh, you came,” Claire was disappointed that John had cum so quickly. Ray apologized and took the blame, but the spell was broken. Everyone agreed that a drink was in order.
“This threesome stuff is going to take some better coordination,” John said to no one in particular as he set the drinks down, “but the finger in the butt was a pleasant surprise.”
He noted that his wife apparently had forgiven Ray; his cock was in her hand being slowly stroked. John bent forward and slid it into his mouth, tonguing the frenulum and grasping his balls.
He felt Claire’s hand pushing his head down, forcing Ray’s cock toward his throat until he gagged. “Atta boy, go deep,” she said, smiling at Ray, “do you like that?” John didn’t know who she was asking. She let him up.
Then Ray lay down on the carpet, his massive erection pointing at the ceiling, and beckoned Claire to mount him. When she straddled his waist, a dollop of John’s cum oozed to the entrance of her pussy, providing just the lube that she needed to smoothly settle down on him.
She looked as though she was about to swoon as she lay forward to plunge her tongue through his waiting lips. John watched amazed at her ability to take his length with only a soft moan.
He moved behind them to watch her pussy lips welcome his large cock, and was amazed at how easily they pooched around his girth. She raised up until only his glans remained in her; his shaft was coated with her and John’s fluids.
Seeing her pussy swallow him again, trying to will him deeper made John’s cock get so hard he thought he could pound nails with it. His engineer’s brain wondered if he could slide his cock into her along with Ray’s. Was her pussy that accommodating? It had squeezed out a child not long ago.
With every stroke, Ray’s cock was coated with more cream, surely now hers, not John’s. Did she exude fluids like that with him? He didn’t think so, nor did he remember her ever making the guttural noises that were coming from her now.
Gradually, she raised her upper body so that their only connection was their genitals. Her proud tits tempted John to reach over and suck them, but as before, he felt like an intruder. She supported herself with her hands on Ray’s chest, continuing to rise and fall on his cock, her eyes closed tight.
John had to forcefully tamp down his jealousy and remember that he facilitated this; it was his friend pleasuring his wife, whom he loved and encouraged. She deserved this pleasure.
He moved to where he could watch her heaving chest and her very erect nipples. Her labia slid up and down along that big shaft coating it with more cream with each passage, and her clit stood out proud and firm.
He knew he had never brought her to such heights of rapture. Right then, he just wished he could place his tongue on her clit and feel like a participant in this spectacle, that he contributed to her rapture.
Without thinking, he grasped his cock, and with a few strokes, he came on Ray’s chest.
Finally, Claire was exhausted; she collapsed onto Ray’s chest and almost seemed to be in a coma letting him pound her pussy to his finish. She didn’t seem to be aware that he was cumming in her and she was lying in John’s spunk. After several minutes, she roused and held out her hand to John.
“Darling, please help me up and take me to bed. I need you to hold me until I come to my senses. I’m not sure I could walk there by myself.” Without a word to Ray, they went arm in arm, to their bed. Ray let himself out.
“Darling, you were magnificent, thank you.” She was either delirious or thought he was Ray. He pretended that he didn’t hear her and she dropped off to sleep.
“I guess this is my role now,” he thought as he drifted off. But the next morning, he woke to find Claire resting her head on his chest, holding his cock, which, surprisingly, was hard.
“I didn’t get enough of you last night; please don’t let that happen again. I’m a little tender, but I wish you would lick my pussy a little, then give me what I missed out on.” John was not prone to argue.
There have been many such sessions over the months. They settled into a routine of feeding Ray a couple of times per week and winding up in bed with him about half of the time. Claire asserted that it was easier to cook for three than two and there was less wasted food; maybe sex for three was more efficient as well.
She loved having two men lusting after her. Having one in her pussy and one in her mouth was great fun. The boys (her joint name for them) were getting very oral with each other as well as her.
At times she wondered what they got up to when she went to her evening classes to maintain her teaching credential; they both were becoming very bi, and she remembered the finger in the butt incident.
Her friend Sharone expressed concern over the asymmetry of the situation. Once in the gym dressing room, she opined that Claire should find a woman for John to fuck. “He must be feeling inferior to Ray; that’s not good for your marriage. He is not a submissive cuck.”
“I’m doing my best to reassure him. Are you volunteering?” Claire asked.
Sharone replied, “I might be. I am training my Roy to be submissive and hardly let him fuck me anymore, but I need a strong hand from a lover. Is John up to that?”
Claire had to think about her answer for a bit. “I think so, yes. He used to be quite aggressive in his younger days. Maybe we should try it.”
So, one evening, when she knew that Claire was out, Sharone dropped by to see John. By the time she went home, she had sucked one load of cum from him and enjoyed a second one in her pussy. John was exhausted and asleep when his wife arrived. He did not express much enthusiasm for one-on-one sex with Sharone afterward.
About a year after they began their menage, Ray was drafted for surrogate impregnation duty again. Sharone and Roy decided they wanted a second child.
It was a chance for John and Claire to be monogamous for a while and reconnect in a traditional way. She found it refreshing, even sublime at times. She wondered if her libido was fading or if the luster was rubbing off their polyamorous threesome.
She mentioned it to John, who asserted that she would soon miss her black lover. She was disappointed that he didn’t try to convince her otherwise.
By the second year, Ray was spending more time away and, Claire was sure, was getting action away from home. Except for concerns about STDs, she didn’t really mind. She was still feeding him regularly, but the spark was not there in bed as much. Her and John’s libidos matched pretty well, both slowing down.
Yet, Ray still had the ability to make her cum more than once, though they were just not as earth-shaking as they used to be. It became a mini version of her married sex life with John, good, not great. She wasn’t sure she needed two husbands for that.
Her last romp with Ray, he was enjoying her breasts, which had gone back to their old, simply beautiful, elegant selves, when he placed her finger on her breast and asked, “Is this a lump?”
It was.
