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SheLikedIt
She Liked It (MF, voy, MMF)
By OneIdleHand
Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail. It wasn't even
worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed the
credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the
junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope mixed in
with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know the person
listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it
since it wasn't mass mailed.
Hmmm. Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year class
reunion. 20? That long ago? She wasn't particularly fond
of her high school years. As a matter of fact, she had
skipped her 10 year reunion without giving it a second
thought.
Having transferred into her high school in the 10th grade,
she didn't know most of the people in her classes, and she
had soon latched on to a boyfriend, Jon, that lasted
through graduation into her years. And while she
had been enamored at the time, she realized in her senior
year that she had missed out on a lot of activities. And
while Jon and sex became her whole world at the age of 16,
she had only liked the guy, although on some days she
thought she had loved him. She had traded dating others
for security, and she had regretted that decision ever
since she was enough to look back on her "high school
years."
There had been other who were cuter, and some that she
would have been interested in had she been unattached.
Only, it was comfortable with Jon. They got along well, he
entertained her, and they had fun together. And the sex had
been great, or, at least as good as it could get in a car.
It wasn't until college, when their relationship became a
long distance romance, that she discovered how much larger
a cock could get, and, for that matter, how much more fun a
guy could be. And while she kept Jon on the string as she
dated other guys, she turned him loose upon falling in love
with Steven, her husband now of 14 years.
So why was she interested in this reunion? She didn't
know. Her "ex" wouldn't even be there. Jon had been a
year ahead of her. Who would she know? The reunion was a
month away, at Zappa's, an adult arcade she had been to
before. There was a bar and restaurant, games,
billiards, several types of gambling games, a dinner
mystery-theater, and, she recalled, several small
conference rooms, and a banquet room. It would be fun to
go. She wouldn't give Steven a choice about it. He would
probably know as many people as she did...none.
Over the next month, she worked on her tan, being careful
not to burn herself or freckle too much. At 38, she looked
pretty good. She had recently cut her hair shorter, giving
her an "artsy" look. She wore glasses most of the time
now, but gray hair wasn't showing up yet, and her figure
remained...thirtyish. A few extra pounds, but considering
two kids and the available time for exercise, she looked
pretty darn good, better than almost all the other moms she
saw at the Elementary School.
Her remained 38", but gravity was beginning to have
its way. Her stomach was a tad pronounced, but not more so
than most women who had had children. And, she could
compete with about anybody with her legs and hips, which
were in great shape. While the mirror couldn't help but
remind her that she was aging, her husband had recently
given her self-confidence a boost, although in an
unexpected way.
Steven loved to write stories, of an "adult" nature, and he
posted them on a website. There had been over 30,000
visitors to his site, and, although he had only received
maybe 50 comments from readers, he had eagerly shared them
with her. The letters were often quite a turn-on in that
there were people "out there" who were getting turned on to
stories modeled in many ways about her. But that wasn't
the boost she needed.
Ever since they had purchased their digital a few
months earlier, she had been his favorite subject as he got
used to downloading pictures to the computer, trying some
limited photo editing, and archiving them. She had pretty
well let him have his way with her, and, besides, if he was
going to jerk off to pictures of a naked woman, it damn
well better be her! She would never admit to him that it
was a little fun for her, too.
Steven had walked her to the computer screen which
displayed his website, and he had her click on the link
that said "click here for a glimpse of Hayley." Her first
reaction had been to fear the worst, the with him
cumming on her face. Surely he wouldn't put her face on
the web! When the screen loaded, her first
reaction was relief, quickly flowering into anger as she
realized that he was showing her to the world. But
they did look...good. Her looked good! It was a
negative image, likely altered in some other way, that
made her appear artistic rather than just...exhibited.
He had cropped the nicely. There was no clue as to
whose these were. People would probably assume
Hayley was a fictional name.
Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received. There
had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but there were
already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a much better
ratio than his got. She, Hayley, housewife and
mother of two, had a fan club of sorts. liked the look
of her breasts, and the pleasure she took from that gave
her self-confidence about her whole body. Let them look.
It was quite a change from reading about others' thoughts
on what Steven imagined her doing in his to reading
about what people were thinking (and doing!) while looking
at her breasts. The stayed. And Steven promised
not to post any of the others.
About two weeks from her reunion, Hayley was laying on the
deck lounger, tanning. Her thoughts battled between the
July heat and what the reunion might be like. She could
have kicked herself for not thinking of it earlier! She
got up and went inside, went to the basement and entered
"the land of things kept but never used." She moved a few
boxes, looked through several others, and then found
them...her yearbooks! She poured a glass of iced lemonade
and returned to the deck. Laying down on her stomach, she
placed the yearbook on the decking so she could read it.
She had forgotten all the little notes everyone wrote to
each other - some were witty, some were cordial, some
promised friendship forever. It didn't really matter,
because it reminded her that she did have friends when she
was in school, even if they had been forgotten. As she
turned the pages of the class photos, there were many she
could not remember, which was okay, considering she had
graduated with about 500 others. But there were some names
she remembered, and some of the faces triggered vague
recollections or specific memories.
The sports section showed the football team, mostly of
people she didn't remember. There was the star quarterback
who had seemed, and looked like, a typical dumb jock. He
was probably selling cars now. There was the prom queen
and king, neither of which she remembered although she did
remember the prom. Basketball. Nope, no memories. There
were some track pictures, with her among them. She had
been a decent athlete. And the guys' track team...that's
where the cute were. She remembered them from
practices and the bus trips to meets. There had been silly
dares on the bus, but she was committed to Jon and hadn't
played. Darn it. They were cute. After several days, she
started trying to remember the names when she looked at the
faces she hoped to meet. This would be fun...to see how
people had changed.
When reunion night arrived, it was somewhat anti-climatic
in a way. She had always assumed that a class reunion
would be something like the prom - fancy dresses, the
in tuxes. But it was Charlotte, it was July, it was hot,
and she was going to a arcade. The invitation had
indicated summer casual, which she interpreted to mean a
dress, but not an "evening dress." She had some nice ones,
and spent an hour trying them on, seeing which would give
her the best look. She couldn't make up her mind and
decided to let Steven choose between two black dresses,
which looked good against her tan. His choices were a
back-less dress that clung to her skin rising to a choke
collar, or a dress that had traditional straps and a lower
cut across her breasts. She guessed he would pick the
latter so he could look down her dress as she bent over for
a pool shot. But she was wrong. He chose the dress that
wouldn't allow a bra.
Steven was not very excited about the evening. He had gone
to high school in another state and had met only one of her
high school classmates, who was a neighbor when she was
growing up. The arcade would be great, but the shaking
hands and smiles would be wearing. But, you had to do what
you had to do. And she did look nice. Glancing at Hayley
in the passenger seat, it wasn't obvious that she wasn't
wearing a bra. He liked that, in that most of the women
probably couldn't go without and look "presentable,"
especially with her size breasts. In the muted lights of
the arcade, the unconfined shape of her wouldn't
even be as noticeable.
There were two other things he liked. Hayley had foregone
the usual full size in favor of a lacy one that was
much briefer. It wasn't outright provocative, but the
faint panty-line he had observed following her to the car
at least suggested this woman had a sense of fun. The
other thing he liked was the spaghetti strapped shoes. He
didn't have a foot fetish, but those thin black straps on
her bare feet suggested a more ready sensuality than did
her dress. In short, she didn't look cheap and she didn't
look glamorous. She looked like a well dressed lady but at
the same time presented a look that suggested she enjoyed
fucking her mate. Of all the looks and heirs that her
classmates would assume this evening, there were none that
he would prefer more than this or, for that matter, that
would be more authentic.
They arrived "fashionably late," due solely to traffic.
There was no formal dinner but instead a lengthy table of
appetizers and small sandwiches, along with an open bar.
After shaking hands with a few self-appointed hosts, Hayley
apparently didn't recognize anyone she knew, and they
filled their plates and chose a table. Steven went to get
drinks, a Molson for him and a Bloody Mary for Hayley, the
only alcoholic beverage which she liked. After twenty
minutes of chatter, mostly listening to her say who she
thought some of the people were, there were no "friends" in
sight. So he made his way to the bar for more drinks.
This was going to be a slow, slow evening. Maybe she would
be ready to go play some arcade games.
After getting the drinks and turning back towards Hayley,
he stopped. Although "horror" would be too strong a word,
it was with a full sense of dread that he noticed through a
doorway an open floor area and a band testing the
microphone. Dancing. A little secret she had kept from
him. games and pool should have been enough fun for
a reunion. But, nooooooooo.
He returned his attention to the table, which now had four
visitors. Good! More talking, less dancing. Who were
these people? They looked nice enough, and it seemed like
everyone was excited. As he handed Hayley her drink and
was about to sit down, everyone rose, and he could see that
they were headed to the dance floor. This turned out to be
the room used for the mystery theater, with all the tables
removed and seats placed along the wall. Which was worse?
Going to a school dance as a kid too afraid to ask a
to dance, or being to a who expected to him to
dance when she knew he didn't like it?
Grin. Bear it. Claim a chair. Hayley introduced him to
the others. Wes and Tina. Wes ran track in High School.
He had dated Tina since then. Two kids with another on
the way, apparently a relatively recent discovery as she
had a great figure. Tim and Jamie. Another track guy and
a he had found and wisely kept in college. Two kids
also. And with that, they were off dancing. Nice to get
to know them.
Then it was his turn, Hayley leading him by the hand.
Grin. Bear it. Don't step on your wife's feet. Hope for
a slow song. And otherwise enjoy the view. With the dance
floor filling rapidly, the air conditioning came on,
blowing a steady stream of cold air into the room. And
gazing at his wife's chest, it was obvious she felt a
chill. And while she could shake her body with the best of
them, he didn't think she had considered the jiggling of
her breasts, outlined by the tight fabric across them.
It was great to see Wes and Tim again. The cute were
still...cute, though they would like age in the next ten
years to "distinguished looking." They had been cut-ups in
high school, and it was obvious they had remained friends
since, as the foursome didn't do any catching up. Hayley
was glad to be included, and, all things considered, glad
to be remembered by them.
Steven wasn't doing so badly, and she was proud of him for
trying. She gave him a break, trying to pick out the
slower numbers, when they could dance...close. Being "close"
in marriage lasted only moments, usually an embrace before
stripping and making love. But dancing forced you to wait,
to feel the warmth of your partner, and to generate an
excitement that led to anticipation. She enjoyed the
intimacy.
When the band took a break, everyone rejoined along the
chairs. It turned out that Tina, who was a couple of
months pregnant, wasn't feeling well, and Wes had to return
her home. Tim and Jamie were happy to hear that Wes could
return with Tina's full permission to enjoy the reunion.
And they must not have lived too far away, because it was
less than a half hour later when Steven handed her off to
Wes, now single for the night, who was a very good dancer
indeed. Hayley thought that Steven was thinking this was a
"win, win" situation, but she would really have rather
danced with him. But Wes was a very good dancer, and they
danced. Steven got her another Bloody Mary, and she danced
some more.
Steven went to play a few games about the time Tim switched
places with Wes. He wasn't as good a dancer, but then,
neither was she. It was the alcohol. But it was okay,
wasn't it? She didn't think the alcohol was the reason Tim
kept glancing at her breasts, but...let him look. It stirred
her on to dancing just a little more aggressively, her
tits' movement him in. And then it was Wes's turn
again, but, it was a slow number. Wes, too, had taken a
full look at her before pulling her close. She felt the
compliment. Where was Steven? Still playing games. Her
thoughts changed abruptly as she realized that Wes sure
smelled good. She wasn't tipsy, quite stable in fact. But
she wanted to breathe deeply of that smell, so she leaned
closer, placing her head on his chest. His cologne wasn't
overpowering, just...nice. Sensual. And, as their bodies
nestled slightly closer, she realized it was sort of a
turn-on to smell another man. It had been a long time...
Before Steven, it was probably Mike. Now he was a great
dancer, and imaginative, too, in bed and out. They would
dance anywhere, and their was large enough that it
always seemed like it was just the two of them in a crowd
of strangers. She would lean into him, as well. He had
liked the way her became when she had
pressed against him. Although he had seen her naked
frequently, he was always shifting for a view down her
dress or shirt. Her hadn't been quite as large
then, but she was aware that were always looking.
She had been uncomfortable in slow dances, at first, at the
way Mike would place his hands, not on her waist or behind
her back, but directly on her butt, pulling her close to
him. And he was persistent about it. She soon realized
that no one appeared to notice, and, in fact, it wasn't
uncommon. So she would grab him likewise, close her
eyes, press herself against his cock, and shift
ever...so...slightly, rubbing against his hard shaft in
circular patterns as they danced in the tightest embrace.
And with sudden awareness, she realized she was doing the
same to Wes. She pulled away, afraid of what he would
think. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded.
Wes had a big grin on his face, and said, "It's okay. We
were just dancing, and." He sort of waved it off. But his
hands had been on her ass, pulling her against him, she
remembered. He hadn't fought it, and, she realized, she
was wet from feeling his cock as they danced.
"Uh, look. I'm going to go find Steven."
"Dance with me a little longer, and then go get him. I
won't do anything, I promise."
He sounded genuine, and the awkwardness seemed to vanish.
So she rejoined him, although in a more presentable way.
What if Steven had come back when they.? She turned her
head slightly to see if Steven was back at his seat. He
wasn't. She was relieved. She caught a glimpse of Tim and
Jamie out of the corner of her eye, and Tim seemed to be
signaling Wes to go to a hallway. She wasn't sure what
that meant.
Wes separated from her and said, "Look, why don't you go
and find Steven. And, uh, don't tell Tim, but, why don't
you both go down the hall there and go into the back room
on the left. Quietly. Maybe Steven can settle your," he
smiled and raised an eyebrow, "itch."
Wes left her and started down towards the hall, which Tim
and Jamie were already in. The way Wes had said it sounded
like there was something going on because they were to be
quiet, but they wouldn't be involved because Stephen would
fix her itch. She didn't quite understand what was going
on, and decided to find Steven. Which wasn't hard. He was
just finishing up a pinball game when she grabbed his hand
and led him back to the dance area. It was a series of
slow numbers, fortunately, and it took a song and a half
before she decided what to say to him.
She kissed him on the neck and worked her way closer to his
ear. "Uh, Wes, Tim, and Jamie went down that hall. I sort
of got a hint that we should follow and be very quiet. I'm
curious. How about you?"
Steven had felt somewhat hesitant about leaving his to
dance with her friends. He hadn't enjoyed the dancing,
but he had enjoyed the view of his wife. She could move,
and she was sexy doing it. And her moves made her
jiggle, and her nipples had stayed hard, and...why had he
left her? Because it was dancing. He'd never enjoyed it,
and watching his make her moves had just made him feel
the worse by comparison. So Wes had seemed like the answer
to an unasked prayer. Let her dance with her friends. He
liked the games.
Just as he was thinking he should check on his wife, she
found him and led him to the dance area. He was glad she
was having a good time, and, all things considered, slow
dances weren't so bad. But she was physically hot, her
skin was flushed around the neck, and she had danced enough
to perspire. He moved his hand across her ass, and...it
seemed like her were bunched up. Feeling her flesh
beneath her dress, he squeezed her with both hands, and
then she voiced the oddest question. Go down a hallway?
How strange. And, how did that come up? Separating from
his wife, he looked at her. Her nipples were even more
pronounced, if possible. The splotches on her neck
probably weren't from dancing. She tended to overheat in
that particular way when she was thinking about sex. Her
mouth looked ready for a wet, passionate kiss, and her eyes
held a dare. Yeah. He was curious.
She led him down the hall, which had smaller conference
rooms on either side. They went into the back left one,
quietly. The door hinge didn't squeak, and they shut it
fully. It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the
dark, far longer than it took for their ears. The room had
a corner in it towards the rear, where it was separated
from an identical room accessed from across the hall. A
moving partition separated the rooms, with a gap in the
middle. While the room they were in didn't have windows,
the other room had some light from a lit sign shining
through a row of decorative glass bricks that formed one
corner of the wall.
Hayley's friends weren't making any pretenses about being
quiet, as they could hear them clearly.
Slurping noises. ".feels good, Jamie. I was getting a bit
worked up dancing with Hayley." That would be Wes. But
isn't Tim her husband?
"Yeah, we were watching. We didn't know what kind of move
you made on her, but it seemed to be working." That would
be Tim. And what was Hayley doing that they were talking
about? He grabbed Hayley's hand, and he could see feel her
trembling with nervousness. They crept up to the opening,
but not so close that the light would reveal them.
Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his
ankles, with a beer in his hand. Jamie was squatting and
had two hands on his cock and was it noisily.
Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but realized that
Wes's cock looked bigger because of the way Jamie was
holding it and because it was shaved. Tim was sitting on
another table, his back to them.
"That's just it. I didn't really make a move at all. We
were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she closes
in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against me. I got
worked up, but she was doing the working. I was about to
turn her face to kiss me when she pulled away. It was
strange. Whoa, Jamie! I don't want to yet."
Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes's beer.
"Come on now. Are you telling me that the one you
said you wish you had screwed in High School, who, by the
way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) looking great in a
dress that stretches against her bra-less tits, made the
move on you?"
Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers on
the table. She lifted her hair so he could reach the
zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth
motion. Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim peeled
it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the floor. He
reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell on the dress.
Her ass was perfectly framed by black garters; there
weren't any to remove. Tim gave her a quick pat on
the butt, and she moved forward towards Wes, who had
watched the undressing in every detail.
"Look. You were watching. I'm not making it up. Steven
seems like a great guy, but he wasn't there. I was
beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her company
back here. It would be the capper for the evening to see
her undressed like Jamie here."
"Oh, so finally someone talks about me! What am I, chopped
liver? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. If you wanted to fuck her,
you should have done it in High School. How about paying
a little attention here. This is new for me, you know.
I'm used to switching off, but tonight I've got both of
you, and, I gotta say, I'm looking forward to it. Tim,
that is an invitation, you know."
Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid on
the table, his cock fully erect and waiting. Jamie leaned
over, resting her arms on the table, then taking him in her
mouth. Wes stepped behind her, felt for her opening and
thrust inside, adding, "It's showtime, folks."
Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she didn't
think Wes could be sure she was there. She had never
watched anyone have sex before, and her body was saying she
wanted sex, too. But she didn't think she could keep quiet
enough. The conversation in the other room had stopped,
but the sound of skin on skin thundered in her ears.
Steven had lifted her dress, his face to the side of her
body so that he could watch as well. What was he thinking,
especially after hearing what they had said about her?
He pulled her down, and she stepped out of them.
The cool air against her wet lips felt...sensuously wicked.
He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but ever so
quietly. And he began to use a finger, sliding it around
in and around her wetness, not really penetrating, but
twitching the end of his finger in time with Wes's thrusts
into Jamie. It would have to do. If he did any more,
she'd cry out, loudly, for him to fuck her. And that just
wouldn't work.
Tim was groaning, repeating "yeah" and "that's it" before
groaning. Then Jamie's head raised quickly. Hayley had
seen from a cock before, but it was odd watching
in reverse as it spilled from Jamie's mouth onto her
husband's cock. And there was no way of keeping it in,
with her panting faster and faster due to the fucking she
was getting by Wes. She was clearly trying not to be too
loud, too. Finally, she saw Wes's face tighten as his body
slammed into her with several loud "smacks," and then he
relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere just
over her own shoulder. He couldn't see her...good.
"Alright, cleanup time." Both looked excited at this
apparently familiar phrase. Tim said, "Well, come here!"
Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it was clear he
was licking up his between kisses. When he was done,
she pulled away and sat on the table next to him, her feet
on the edge of the table, parting her legs. Wes was
quickly there, between her legs, eating his from her
cunt. Wes was saying something but she couldn't make out
what he was saying. His mouth was probably full.
When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the other
side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing Hayley. It
made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to hear every
word so she could replay this entire experience over and
over. It was obvious that they were cooling off.
".your house next weekend, Wes?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry Tina bowed out tonight. It would have
been fun. She's super horny when she's pregnant, as you
well know."
"I just can't wait until her get larger. That's
going to be all kinds of fun."
"Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, and
now you're talking about Tina. Don't forget me!"
"How could we forget you?" said Wes. He gave her a big hug
and a kiss. Come on Tim. Let's help her get dressed."
Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them and
threw them to the side of the room. "Let's let that be a
little clue for the mystery theater to solve. By the way,
that was great, guys. I don't know why we waited so long
to try 2 on 1. I'll bet Tina would like it, too." Wes
fastened Jamie's bra, and Tim helped her with the dress,
before getting dressed themselves.
With Steven's finger still at her cunt, Hayley breathlessly
waited as they dressed and left the room, laughing as they
exited the other side.
It was safe. "What if we had been seen?" Her eyes grew
wider. She hadn't meant to say that aloud.
Steven removed his finger from between his wife's legs,
placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her
ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining room.
"I'll tell you what. Maybe one of them says "come on in!"
Or maybe someone just curls a finger in invitation. And I
walk you in, just like this. Only, they're naked, and you
see Wes and Tim's cocks start to stiffen. And one of them,
maybe Wes, since he obviously wants to fuck you, starts
stroking his cock and says `I hope you'll join us.' Only,
before those words are out of his mouth, my hands have
unfastened your dress at the neck, and before you realize
what has happened, the top of your dress if falling down,
just like this, exposing your to two and a
girl that I've only just met!"
"Only, I don't stop there. Before you recover from the
shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to the
floor, just like this. And then you're standing there,
naked except for your shoes. And I know you're turned on,
because you're not even trying to cover yourself. So I
reach around and give a brief pinch to each of your hard
nipples. They're watching, and Wes really starts to smile,
because he knows what he's going to get. He's been
admiring your all night. But he wants more, I
know. So, I show him. My hands run along your body and
meet at your crotch, which is soaked. And I spread your
cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be fucked by
two guys. I wipe your juices on your breasts, and I walk
you forward to the table, right over to Tim's cock, and
they know they have permission to fuck my wife, because the
last words you hear me say are, `Take her.'"
Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping
them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock
already wet with pre-cum. "Tim holds out his arms for you,
but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and pulls you
to his cock. Just like that, yes. And you're so turned
on you really want to suck his cock, because you never
expected to end up in a situation like this, and you know
it will happen only once. And you're so focused on that
cock, it's like your husband is not even in the room. And
even though your mouth is full of this man's cock, you
start wriggling your ass, wondering when Wes's cock will
fill you up, because you've wanted him ever since feeling
his shaft when you danced."
"And then you're surprised, as you feel your being
caressed by a feminine touch. It's Jamie, and her hands
are nervous with excitement because she's never done that
before." Steven rolled a nipple between his fingers,
removed his cock from Hayley's mouth, and stepped behind
her. "You're shocked that another woman's touch could send
electrical charges through your body, and, right in time
with her pinch, you feel Wes's cock thrust into your cunt,
like this. This is what you've wanted, isn't it?"
"But it's not just a stranger's cock thrusting inside you,
it's better than that. These cocks represent those wasted
years in high school year when you stuck with the one guy,
and were left to wonder what it would be like to have
fooled around with others. Only, this is the real world,
and your husband is watching you take two at once, and
there's no denying that you're enjoying sex right now more
than any time of your life. So here you are, naked, in a
dark room at a arcade, fucking two guys, your
husband's familiar touch forgotten. That is what you want,
isn't it? So go ahead and say it, you want to be fucked by
two guys."
Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her head
as well. Her eyes were closed as his thrusts increased.
His cock didn't seem familiar at all. He was fucking her
harder than in their bedroom, and his cock seemed larger,
as big as Wes's, and it stretched her to ecstasy.
Her were swinging, bouncing with each thrust. She
could just imagine...someone watching them...her fans. As she
listened to her husband unfold the story, it wasn't hard
too hard to imagine that it was Wes fucking her, with her
husband watching from somewhere. And while the fucking was
great, it would complete the if she had a real cock
in her mouth right now.
It was like Steven was reading her mind. Just as she
imagined what was next, his made it seem real. And
here again, he was right on target, reading her mind. So
she went ahead and said it. "I want to be fucked...by...two
guys." It was a hard thing to say to your husband.
"Louder."
She took a deep breath. "I want to be fucked by two guys!"
There. It was out. Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie had been
like the best porno she had ever seen, only, the
acting was great. And she was jealous of Jamie as she had
watched. She leaned further on the table, resting her head
on an arm, and she used her other hand to reach back to her
clit. This was going to be big. Steven was thrusting hard
and fast, and she knew he only had moments to go. Her
rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her
fingers bringing her closer to orgasm. She felt his hot
cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she tilted
her head slightly and opened her eyes.
She had known he was there, known he would be there. She
had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had removed
his cock from her mouth...Wes, standing beyond the partition
in the dark. The light shone on his cock, mostly, with his
hand stroking back and forth quickly. It wasn't hard to
find the slight reflection in his eyes. And recognition.
They came together, she noisily.
"Cleanup time." Steven looked surprised. This wasn't part
of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the evening
was. She spread her legs, and she could see the begin
to leak between her lips. She gathered his head between
her legs, holding his chin and tongue against her wet cunt.
She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn't see him,
she could feel him there, gazing at her naked breasts. She
cupped one with her hand, as if offering it, and she
smiled into the darkness. And it dawned on her that in a
way, she did have sex with two men. And Steven didn't need
to know that...she liked it.
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