I Think My Husband Wants To Share Me
I fell in love with an American man who was as conservative as I was about sex, but he was much more enthusiastic. We married and had children. A few years into our marriage my husband, I'll call him Tom, became progressively less conservative. We were always very comfortable and honest with each other, and we explored our sexual fantasies openly. Sex was a lot of fun for us, as was public nudity, flashing, and nude beaches. But over time, Tom started to wish for something more exciting and different. We had already tried the usual position changes, he tied me to the bed a few times, and sometimes I dressed up in sexy lingerie. We even had sex on the neighbor's picnic table once and he took me on the balcony of a hotel suite in public. Then one night as Tom lay beside me, breathing heavily from some particularly strenuous sex, I joked that I should get myself a boyfriend to help him keep me satisfied. Instead of dismissing the idea, Tom said, "Hmm...I'd probably be okay with it". I wasn't sure I understood him at first.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He went on to tell me that, some time ago he grew tired of his usual fantasies and imagined me having sex with another man. He was surprised to find that it turned him on. He said that before too long, that fantasy had replaced all the other fantasies that he usually enjoyed running through his mind. He began fantasizing about me ‘entertaining his friends’. I was stunned. Tom asked me if it was something that I would consider, and I wasn't sure at first. It sounded a lot like cheating to me, but he assured me he wouldn't see it that way. He wanted me to take it slow, and give him a chance to explore his own reaction in other ways before going so far as to have sex with another man. But he believed that he would be able to accept, and even be turned on by my having extramarital sex.
That night we outlined some rules and discussed all possibilities. For example, I wanted to know if he was considering letting me do this so that I'd have to let him have sex with other women. He hoped that over time I would let him or we would try swapping, but that wasn't the reason he was considering this. His assumption from the beginning would be that I alone would be allowed to have a sex friend. And if at some time in the future I felt I could handle it, he would be allowed to try having a girlfriend too. But I made sure that it wasn't an absolute requirement. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to let him have a girlfriend, and I told him that. We also agreed that if Tom ever became uncomfortable with the arrangement, I would stop seeing my boyfriend.
Almost six months passed before the opportunity arose. The sex with my new boyfriend was exciting, but not especially satisfying. It turned out that Tom's reaction to me after I returned home from an encounter with him was the most exciting part for me. But one thing we learned from that experience is that Tom was definitely not the jealous type. What Tom discovered about himself is that he is strongly attracted to a woman that is secure in her sexuality. Emotionally mature and confident women that aren't afraid to bend societal rules for their own pleasure really turn him on, especially since I was raised in an Asian culture. My new boyfriend was one of Tom’s buddies from the Navy, and a black man. His friend was a good lover, but his **** was huge and it sometimes hurt during penetration.
That is the background for this story, which begins in the basement shower of our home. Several months had passed since I decided to stop seeing Tom’s black friend, and Tom and I had become even more willing to explore our sexual fantasies. This had been one of my favorites, and it's a good one.
I was nude and standing in front of the mirror in our downstairs shower as the steaming hot water massaged my back and warmed my body. I liked looking at myself in the mirror. I have a nice figure. My boobs aren't especially big, but as my husband says, they are perfectly proportioned to my small frame. I'm about five foot two and 105 pounds. My straight black hair hangs to the middle of my back, and I have a tattoo in a place I will not specify. I turned my body to inspect my figure from a different angle, and I was basically happy with what I saw. Then I began to wonder how it came to be that I now found myself in the shower, preparing to have sex with three men at the same time. Just outside the bathroom door waited my husband, and two of his friends.
I've know his friends for a few years, and both of them are very nice guys. I don't find either of them as attractive as Tom, but I suppose that's partly because I really love my husband. Both of them are physically fit and play sports with Tom often. I’m comfortable with them and have gone skinny-dipping in the ocean in front of them. One was slightly taller than Tom and had short sandy blonde hair, I'll call him Jim. Jim has a runner's body, strong and toned. The other man was shorter than both Jim and Tom, and has straight dark brown hair that he sometimes liked to spike straight up. I'll call him Tim. Tim likes to lift weights more than he likes to run, and his extra mass slows him down when he's running with the other two. This causes him to get picked on a little when he can't keep up. I've told him, however, that his extra bulk is in all the right places. I especially like his butt; that thing looks very fit and powerful.
As the water warmed me, I imagined them doing whatever it was that men do to prepare for sex, and it made me blush. I was feeling an odd combination of emotions. My knees were shaking slightly, both from excitement and probably a little fear of the unknown. I've had sex thousands of times, and I've had sex with two men in one night. But I've never had sex with more than one man at the same time. What could I possibly do with three ***** at once? My imagination started running away. A bit of self-exploration with my finger confirmed that I was very aroused, but part of me still wasn't convinced I wanted to go through with it. Tom and I discussed this for a long time, and everyone agreed that I could back out any time without explanation. They also agreed to follow my instructions, and that I was in charge. I knew them all well, and I knew that I could trust them. If anything got out of hand, Tom would put a stop to it.
Once again I had crossed off all the reasons for not doing this, so I stepped out of the shower and drank my glass of wine in a single gulp. I considered the two men on the other side of the door that had never seen me naked outside of the ocean. If it was just Tom, I'd strut right through the doorway in my sexiest runway model walk. But I was embarrassed by the thought of stepping through the doorway completely nude with his friends there. I felt silly being shy, but my conservative upbringing comes back to me in ways that don't always make sense. I wrapped myself in a soft pink towel and prepared myself to open the door.
My fingers touched the handle of the door and a surge of excitement welled up from somewhere deep inside me and rushed through my body. I paused for a moment, wondering what tonight would be like. I wondered if the fantasy would be better than reality. Tonight Tom was going to watch me have sex with someone else for the first time, and I wondered if he would react as he expects he will. And I wondered how all this was going to begin. But the time for wondering was over, so I opened the door and stepped into Tom's ‘Mancave’ room.
This was Tom's basement room. He built it for his own use as a place to work on his projects. It has the bathroom, a couch, big screen TV, refrigerator, a workbench, and at the moment; three men. Tom insulated the ceiling and did lots of other things to prevent noises from getting into the room from the outside. But it works both ways, and sounds that come from inside the room can't get out either, so if my outbursts of passion became noisy, the neighborhood would not hear me. All heads turned to look at me and I felt my face flush again. All of the men had the same horny look in their eyes. Their uniform reaction made me think once again that men are very simple creatures. I can't imagine that a woman would be able to get two of her friends to agree to something like this so easily. But my husband's friends didn't need much convincing to **** me by the sounds of it.
It was exciting to have them look at me with expressions of expectation, but I still had no idea how this was supposed to begin. My mind went blank and I was surprised to find myself almost floating across the room to Tom. When I reached him, I held him tight, wrapping my arms around him. He kissed the top of my head and smelled my hair like he always does. Tom kissed my neck, and kissed his way across my face to my lips, exactly like he did when he kissed me for the first time. My hands wrapped themselves over Tom's butt and I felt his muscles flex as he shifted his weight. I lay my head on his chest and breathed him in. He smelled strong and masculine. His hand slipped beneath my towel and caressed my back. He wrapped his hand in my hair and lifted my face to his. He kissed me hard and deep, his breathing ragged and uncontrolled. His hard **** pressed against me as he slid his hands under my towel and grabbed each of my butt cheeks. His hands were warm, and in one practiced movement, he pulled the towel from my body, and raised it into the air before dropping it to the floor. I followed the motion of the towel as it fell. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see both of the other men watching while Tom caressed my naked body and kissed my breasts. My heart beat furiously and my breathing became deep.
Tom slides his hand between my legs. A smile spreads across his face when he discovers how wet I am then penetrates me with his finger. A soft moan escapes my lips as his finger slides in and caresses that special spot that he knows so well. He curls his finger over and over until my legs buckle and my body sways to his rhythm. He pulls his finger from my ***** and licks it clean. I grab his **** still confined behind his jeans and squeeze tightly.
"Stick this thing in me." I whisper.
Tom wraps his arms around me, lifts me off my feet, and sets me gently on the workbench. He drops his pants in one fluid motion, hooks my legs under each of his arms, and penetrates me with one long thrust.
"Ahh!" I scream.
Tom begins pumping me with his familiar rhythm. I nearly forget the other two men in the room watching me get ****** when Tom says "Take a leg guys." The two men approach while I watch Tom's **** slides in and out of me. My legs are being held wide open, and the lips of my ***** are being parted to the rhythm of Tom's thrusting ****. He's already glistening from my natural lubricant, and his sloppy wet balls slap against me. Jim and Tom take my legs and lift them higher into the air, opening my body further to Tom's **** and he drives deeper into me. Both men watch silently and caress my legs as I get pounded.
All inhibitions are forgotten now, and any embarrassment I might feel is totally ignored. I hold my hand up to my husband to indicate that I want him to stop, and I say breathlessly "His turn", as I indicate Jim with a sweep of my hand.
Tom takes Jim's position holding my leg and Jim slips out of his clothes with remarkable speed. His **** is slightly thinner than Tom's but is very, very hard. He slides into me and another gasp escapes my body.
"Oh...I like it!" I exclaim, as Jim begins his rhythm. Jim's rhythm is fast and light, he moves without effort. His thrusting uses the entire length of his ****, and I watch as the head of his **** nearly pulls out entirely and then drives back deep inside me. I love experiencing another man's technique, and I begin to wonder what the third man is like. But first I lock my eyes on my husband's. He's watching his wife get ****** hard, and he sees that I like it. Tom is obviously enjoying the show. For Tom's benefit, I exaggerate my gasps to every deep thrust of Jim's ****.
"Ok...his turn" I whisper, and Tom and Jim switch places.
Tom is thicker and slightly longer than both of them, and slides into me cautiously. "Harder!" I demand, and soon Tom and Jim have trouble holding my legs still as Tom uses his powerful *** to slam his shaft into me. My feet flap uncontrollably.
"Oh! Don't Stop!" I scream as Tom's body tenses. The muscles on his face flex as he nears climax.
"Don't blow in her." warns Tom. "We've got more..."
Tom withdraws his penis and pumps himself furiously with his hand.
"Aw ****!" he exclaims as his **** explodes with his milky fluid. His first blast splatters my chin and neck. Half a dozen more times his **** spasms and my breasts and abdomen are dripping with *****.
"Ahh...that was good" I assure him. "Think you'll be ready again later?"
"Oh hell yes!" he says, and steps aside for Tom. Tom eagerly resumes his previous position, but I have other plans for them.
"No" I say to Tom.
"All three of you on your backs. Tom you're last in line and you'll be ready when I get there." I say in a matter of fact tone. I direct the three naked men to move the couch out of the way and I arrange each of them on the floor, side by side.
My fantasy is to have multiple naked men, lying side by side, waiting for me to take a turn on them. After I ride each of them they can do what ever they want with me. I will be used just as I use them, but first I'm in control, and they must do as I say.
Tom's *** is beginning to drip from my chin and run down my breasts, but I choose to leave it there as I straddle my husband. I lower myself onto him while guiding his still slippery **** into my *****. The other two men lie on the floor, watching and waiting as instructed, and my body shudders as I drive myself onto Tom's hard **** in one deep thrust.
"Oh ****!" I scream as I impale myself. I feel every bulging vein, and the head of his penis drive deep inside. My ***** is wet with lubricant that makes his **** shiny and dampens his pubic hair. The more I bounce, the brighter shade of red Tom's face becomes, and beads of sweat form on his forehead. I reach behind and fondle Tom's balls as I ride him. My fingers slide up his **** and then rest on opposite sides of my *****, feeling his **** sliding in and out of me. Tom moans, thrusts his pelvis off the floor and drives himself deeper inside.
"You gonn'a ***?" I gasp.
"Uh-huh!"
I lift myself free of his **** which flops sloppily on his stomach. Moving quickly, I suck the head of his **** into my mouth and pump him furiously with my hand. His body stiffens again and his fingers dig deep into the carpeting. He stops moaning, and a burst of *** squirts down my throat as his **** spasms. He **** much more than usual and I have to swallow most of it. I have a hard time keeping what's left in my mouth but I can't prevent a smile from spreading across my face, and about half the *** drips from between my teeth and down my chin. I cup my hand to my mouth to catch it, and spit out the rest.
"I'm getting slippery", I say to no one in particular, and mix the *** in my hand with Tom's by smearing it all over my breasts.
Jim lays waiting on the floor, second in line. I leave Tom behind, having finished with the first man, and kneel between Jim's legs. I bury my nose into his testicles and breathe him in. I love how all men smell similar and yet different. I lick Jim's balls and slide my tongue up his **** to the head of his penis, he tastes like me. My hand wraps around his shaft and I guide his **** into my mouth. I explore him with my tongue until my curiosity is satisfied.
I position myself over Jim's face, and squat onto his mouth with some of my weight pressing down on him. I smear his face with my ***** until he glistens all over with my wetness.
"Lick me!" I demand and pull his head hard into my *****. Jim proves to be a good clitoris licker, and I shift my weight to a more comfortable position.
"Oh that's good Jim" I tell him. I hold his head steady with my weight and fine tune my body position for better stimulation.
"Oh...that's really good Jim!" I exclaim and press down harder. "Please...please keep going!" I cry when Jim's tongue begins to slow its rhythm. He resumes his rapid pace and a shiver of ****** explodes through my body and out my finger tips.
"Ah...That was...I like it!" I say and I collapse on the floor between Jim and Tom, breathing heavily.
"Give me a minute Jim. I'll be right there".
After resting a moment I stagger to my feet on shaking legs. Unceremoniously I position myself over Jim's hard ****, line up his **** to penetrate me, and allow my body to surrender to gravity. I mean business and I press down hard on Jim with all my weight, rocking back and fourth. The head of his penis slips from front to back deep inside me and gently presses against my G-spot with each backward thrust of my rhythm. My speed builds and screams burst from my throat. My hair flies wildly and I claw at Jim's chest for something to hang on to. My ****** builds and my speed increases again. Jim gasps and his body tightens. He's going to *** but I can't quit, I'm so close. "Ahh...I'm *******!" I scream, as waves of ****** rocket through me. Jim thrusts his pelvis off the floor and drives his **** deeper.
"Me...Ahh!" he screams.
I feel his **** spasm and pump me full of *****. He pushes himself up and buries his face between my slippery breasts.
"I love sex" I say, while sitting on Jim's softening shaft and holding his face between my breasts.
"Yeh...dat wud fum" replies Jim with some difficulty, and we all laugh at his struggle to speak while his mouth is pressed between my breasts.
"Tom? you ready?" I ask.
"Hell yeah, come on then!" he answers.
"Do you mind that I'm a little slippery?"
"Let's go!" says Tom.
Tom says he doesn't mind, but I grab the pink towel on the floor and wipe off most of the *** that hasn't already dried to my skin anyway. Then I contemplate Tom's erect **** and wonder how to approach it. He's thicker than the other two, but that won't be the problem. He is longer than I'm used to, and he'll drive too deep for me to be comfortable when I'm on top. I decide to try reverse cowgirl and see how he fits. I stand over Tom's **** as I squat and guide his penis into me; some of Jim's *** drips out of my **** and drips onto Tom's balls. "Oh...sorry about that" I say over my shoulder.
"Sorry 'bout what?" asks Tom.
"Oh ...Uh...Did I step on your hand?" I ask.
"No?"
"Good" is all I say.
I grab his **** again and line him up for penetration. More of Jim's *** drips out of me and onto the head of Tom's ****. This time, I smear the *** all over his **** with my hand and drive myself onto him. I can't describe how wonderfully slutty and naughty it makes me feel. The idea of ******* a man that has just been covered with *****, that came from my *****, and is from a different man. Something about it sends a tingling sensation up my spine.
It compounds with the sensation of an unusually oversized **** being driven deep inside me. I feel like I'm really getting ******, and I love it. I ride on Tom for quite a while, changing from a fast to a slow rhythm and back again, just enjoying the sensation.
Occasionally I look over at the other two men, still lying on the floor. There is something very erotic about having my husband watch me enjoying another man's body.
I'm embarrassingly wet, which is remarkable considering how much sex I've been having. As I enjoy Tom's body and my husbands gaze, another ****** starts to build. I increase the speed of my pelvic thrusting, but I'm getting sensitive and can't handle the hard pounding I enjoyed previously. The ****** builds, more subtle this time, and breaks as it rushes through me. I sit impaled on Tom for a moment, feeling very satisfied. I announce "alright guys, it's your turn to finish up
Tom recognizes the meaning of my words because we've been together for so long. He knows that I'm satisfied and he is free to satisfy himself. Of course, this time there are two other men to consider.
The rest of the evening becomes a blur of multiple ******* and *********** *****. Initially, Tom positions me on all fours and somebody starts ******* me doggy style. Then another man sticks his **** in my mouth so I'm getting ****** from both ends. It's a naughty and pleasant sensation to have two men in me at once, but it becomes a lot to concentrate on. I lose track of who's ******* me, and eventually all the men expend themselves.
I have *** dripping from my face and breasts. It oozes from my vagina and runs down my legs. My hair is stuck together in places, and that tight skin feeling that accompanies drying ***** is everywhere. With everyone satisfied, I lie on the floor naked, covered in *** and in Tom's arms. The other two guys partially dress and sit on the couch.
I wrap myself in the soft pink towel from the floor and announce my desire to clean-up and go to bed. This induces a flurry of activity from Jim and Tom who dress themselves almost as fast as they undressed. I thank them for coming, and for helping me with my fantasy.
They thank Tom and me for a fun evening, as though we just had a well cooked meal. We all laugh at that, and I'm relieved to see that we're too good of friends for awkward feelings to persist between us. I give each of the guys a kiss and a squeeze of their butts as they leave. Tom and I are home alone again, and he pulls me tight into his arms.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
"Of course I love you"
"How much?" I persist.
"Too much" he answers.
I smile, tell him that I love him more than anything else in the world, and dismiss myself to take a long hot shower. Then we fall asleep in each others arms.
The next day begins in the usual way, other than Tom and me paying extra attention to each other. Both of us are spent sexually for a couple days, but still very affectionate. The way he keeps talking about it, it sounds like Tom had even more fun than I did.
A week later, Tom and Jim come over to pick up Tom for basketball. I am surprised at the lack of awkwardness with them. We are all so completely at ease with each other. I think to myself that we all had a great evening together that was a lot of fun. That's all it was. There are no jealous or bad feelings from anyone. And my relationship with Tom is stronger than ever.
It was so much fun that I'm considering arranging something for Tom. I'm sure he'd like another woman, but unfortunately I'm not quite as open minded as my husband. This is something I intend to work on, and Tom knows there are no guarantees, but it worked out so well for Tom and I that I'd like to satisfy some of Tom's fantasies too. Only time will tell what the future brings.
Tina
"What do you mean?" I asked. He went on to tell me that, some time ago he grew tired of his usual fantasies and imagined me having sex with another man. He was surprised to find that it turned him on. He said that before too long, that fantasy had replaced all the other fantasies that he usually enjoyed running through his mind. He began fantasizing about me ‘entertaining his friends’. I was stunned. Tom asked me if it was something that I would consider, and I wasn't sure at first. It sounded a lot like cheating to me, but he assured me he wouldn't see it that way. He wanted me to take it slow, and give him a chance to explore his own reaction in other ways before going so far as to have sex with another man. But he believed that he would be able to accept, and even be turned on by my having extramarital sex.
That night we outlined some rules and discussed all possibilities. For example, I wanted to know if he was considering letting me do this so that I'd have to let him have sex with other women. He hoped that over time I would let him or we would try swapping, but that wasn't the reason he was considering this. His assumption from the beginning would be that I alone would be allowed to have a sex friend. And if at some time in the future I felt I could handle it, he would be allowed to try having a girlfriend too. But I made sure that it wasn't an absolute requirement. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to let him have a girlfriend, and I told him that. We also agreed that if Tom ever became uncomfortable with the arrangement, I would stop seeing my boyfriend.
Almost six months passed before the opportunity arose. The sex with my new boyfriend was exciting, but not especially satisfying. It turned out that Tom's reaction to me after I returned home from an encounter with him was the most exciting part for me. But one thing we learned from that experience is that Tom was definitely not the jealous type. What Tom discovered about himself is that he is strongly attracted to a woman that is secure in her sexuality. Emotionally mature and confident women that aren't afraid to bend societal rules for their own pleasure really turn him on, especially since I was raised in an Asian culture. My new boyfriend was one of Tom’s buddies from the Navy, and a black man. His friend was a good lover, but his **** was huge and it sometimes hurt during penetration.
That is the background for this story, which begins in the ba
I was nude and standing in front of the mirror in our downstairs shower as the steaming hot water massaged my back and warmed my body. I liked looking at myself in the mirror. I have a nice figure. My boobs aren't especially big, but as my husband says, they are perfectly proportioned to my small fr
I've know his friends for a few years, and both of them are very nice guys. I don't find either of them as attractive as Tom, but I suppose that's partly because I really love my husband. Both of them are physically fit and play sports with Tom often. I’m comfortable with them and have gone skinny-dipping in the ocean in front of them. One was slightly taller than Tom and had short sandy blonde hair, I'll call him Jim. Jim has a runner's body, strong and toned. The other man was shorter than both Jim and Tom, and has straight dark brown hair that he sometimes liked to spike straight up. I'll call him Tim. Tim likes to lift weights more than he likes to run, and his extra mass slows him down when he's running with the other two. This causes him to get picked on a little when he can't keep up. I've told him, however, that his extra bulk is in all the right places. I especially like his butt; that thing looks very fit and powerful.
As the water warmed me, I imagined them doing whatever it was that men do to prepare for sex, and it made me blush. I was feeling an odd combination of emotions. My knees were shaking slightly, both from excitement and probably a little fear of the unknown. I've had sex thousands of times, and I've had sex with two men in one night. But I've never had sex with more than one man at the same time. What could I possibly do with three ***** at once? My imagination started running away. A bit of self-exploration with my finger confirmed that I was very aroused, but part of me still wasn't convinced I wanted to go through with it. Tom and I discussed this for a long time, and everyone agreed that I could back out any time without explanation. They also agreed to follow my instructions, and that I was in charge. I knew them all well, and I knew that I could trust them. If anything got out of hand, Tom would put a stop to it.
Once again I had crossed off all the reasons for not doing this, so I stepped out of the shower and drank my glass of wine in a single gulp. I considered the two men on the other side of the door that had never seen me naked outside of the ocean. If it was just Tom, I'd strut right through the doorway in my sexiest runway model walk. But I was embarrassed by the thought of stepping through the doorway completely nude with his friends there. I felt silly being shy, but my conservative upbringing comes back to me in ways that don't always make sense. I wrapped myself in a soft pink towel and prepared myself to open the door.
My fingers touched the handle of the door and a surge of excitement welled up from somewhere deep inside me and rushed through my body. I paused for a moment, wondering what tonight would be like. I wondered if the fantasy would be better than reality. Tonight Tom was going to watch me have sex with someone else for the first time, and I wondered if he would react as he expects he will. And I wondered how all this was going to begin. But the time for wondering was over, so I opened the door and stepped into Tom's ‘Mancave’ room.
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Tom slides his hand between my legs. A smile spreads across his face when he discovers how wet I am then penetrates me with his finger. A soft moan escapes my lips as his finger slides in and caresses that special spot that he knows so well. He curls his finger over and over until my legs buckle and my body sways to his rhythm. He pulls his finger from my ***** and licks it clean. I grab his **** still confined behind his jeans and squeeze tightly.
"Stick this thing in me." I whisper.
Tom wraps his arms around me, lifts me off my feet, and sets me gently on the workbench. He drops his pants in one fluid motion, hooks my legs under each of his arms, and penetrates me with one long thrust.
"Ahh!" I scream.
Tom begins pumping me with his familiar rhythm. I nearly forget the other two men in the room watching me get ****** when Tom says "Take a leg guys." The two men approach while I watch Tom's **** slides in and out of me. My legs are being held wide open, and the lips of my ***** are being parted to the rhythm of Tom's thrusting ****. He's already glistening from my natural lubricant, and his sloppy wet balls slap against me. Jim and Tom take my legs and lift them higher into the air, opening my body further to Tom's **** and he drives deeper into me. Both men watch silently and caress my legs as I get pounded.
All inhibitions are forgotten now, and any embarrassment I might feel is totally ignored. I hold my hand up to my husband to indicate that I want him to stop, and I say breathlessly "His turn", as I indicate Jim with a sweep of my hand.
Tom takes Jim's position holding my leg and Jim slips out of his clothes with remarkable speed. His **** is slightly thinner than Tom's but is very, very hard. He slides into me and another gasp escapes my body.
"Oh...I like it!" I exclaim, as Jim begins his rhythm. Jim's rhythm is fast and light, he moves without effort. His thrusting uses the entire length of his ****, and I watch as the head of his **** nearly pulls out entirely and then drives back deep inside me. I love experiencing another man's technique, and I begin to wonder what the third man is like. But first I lock my eyes on my husband's. He's watching his wife get ****** hard, and he sees that I like it. Tom is obviously enjoying the show. For Tom's benefit, I exaggerate my gasps to every deep thrust of Jim's ****.
"Ok...his turn" I whisper, and Tom and Jim switch places.
Tom is thicker and slightly longer than both of them, and slides into me cautiously. "Harder!" I demand, and soon Tom and Jim have trouble holding my legs still as Tom uses his powerful *** to slam his shaft into me. My feet flap uncontrollably.
"Oh! Don't Stop!" I scream as Tom's body tenses. The muscles on his face flex as he nears climax.
"Don't blow in her." warns Tom. "We've got more..."
Tom withdraws his penis and pumps himself furiously with his hand.
"Aw ****!" he exclaims as his **** explodes with his milky fluid. His first blast splatters my chin and neck. Half a dozen more times his **** spasms and my breasts and abdomen are dripping with *****.
"Ahh...that was good" I assure him. "Think you'll be ready again later?"
"Oh hell yes!" he says, and steps aside for Tom. Tom eagerly resumes his previous position, but I have other plans for them.
"No" I say to Tom.
"All three of you on your backs. Tom you're last in line and you'll be ready when I get there." I say in a matter of fact tone. I direct the three naked men to move the couch out of the way and I arrange each of them on the floor, side by side.
My fantasy is to have multiple naked men, lying side by side, waiting for me to take a turn on them. After I ride each of them they can do what ever they want with me. I will be used just as I use them, but first I'm in control, and they must do as I say.
Tom's *** is beginning to drip from my chin and run down my breasts, but I choose to leave it there as I straddle my husband. I lower myself onto him while guiding his still slippery **** into my *****. The other two men lie on the floor, watching and waiting as instructed, and my body shudders as I drive myself onto Tom's hard **** in one deep thrust.
"Oh ****!" I scream as I impale myself. I feel every bulging vein, and the head of his penis drive deep inside. My ***** is wet with lubricant that makes his **** shiny and dampens his pubic hair. The more I bounce, the brighter shade of red Tom's face becomes, and beads of sweat form on his forehead. I reach behind and fondle Tom's balls as I ride him. My fingers slide up his **** and then rest on opposite sides of my *****, feeling his **** sliding in and out of me. Tom moans, thrusts his pelvis off the floor and drives himself deeper inside.
"You gonn'a ***?" I gasp.
"Uh-huh!"
I lift myself free of his **** which flops sloppily on his stomach. Moving quickly, I suck the head of his **** into my mouth and pump him furiously with my hand. His body stiffens again and his fingers dig deep into the carpeting. He stops moaning, and a burst of *** squirts down my throat as his **** spasms. He **** much more than usual and I have to swallow most of it. I have a hard time keeping what's left in my mouth but I can't prevent a smile from spreading across my face, and about half the *** drips from between my teeth and down my chin. I cup my hand to my mouth to catch it, and spit out the rest.
"I'm getting slippery", I say to no one in particular, and mix the *** in my hand with Tom's by smearing it all over my breasts.
Jim lays waiting on the floor, second in line. I leave Tom behind, having finished with the first man, and kneel between Jim's legs. I bury my nose into his testicles and breathe him in. I love how all men smell similar and yet different. I lick Jim's balls and slide my tongue up his **** to the head of his penis, he tastes like me. My hand wraps around his shaft and I guide his **** into my mouth. I explore him with my tongue until my curiosity is satisfied.
I position myself over Jim's face, and squat onto his mouth with some of my weight pressing down on him. I smear his face with my ***** until he glistens all over with my wetness.
"Lick me!" I demand and pull his head hard into my *****. Jim proves to be a good clitoris licker, and I shift my weight to a more comfortable position.
"Oh that's good Jim" I tell him. I hold his head steady with my weight and fine tune my body position for better stimulation.
"Oh...that's really good Jim!" I exclaim and press down harder. "Please...please keep going!" I cry when Jim's tongue begins to slow its rhythm. He resumes his rapid pace and a shiver of ****** explodes through my body and out my finger tips.
"Ah...That was...I like it!" I say and I collapse on the floor between Jim and Tom, breathing heavily.
"Give me a minute Jim. I'll be right there".
After resting a moment I stagger to my feet on shaking legs. Unceremoniously I position myself over Jim's hard ****, line up his **** to penetrate me, and allow my body to surrender to gravity. I mean business and I press down hard on Jim with all my weight, rocking back and fourth. The head of his penis slips from front to back deep inside me and gently presses against my G-spot with each backward thrust of my rhythm. My speed builds and screams burst from my throat. My hair flies wildly and I claw at Jim's chest for something to hang on to. My ****** builds and my speed increases again. Jim gasps and his body tightens. He's going to *** but I can't quit, I'm so close. "Ahh...I'm *******!" I scream, as waves of ****** rocket through me. Jim thrusts his pelvis off the floor and drives his **** deeper.
"Me...Ahh!" he screams.
I feel his **** spasm and pump me full of *****. He pushes himself up and buries his face between my slippery breasts.
"I love sex" I say, while sitting on Jim's softening shaft and holding his face between my breasts.
"Yeh...dat wud fum" replies Jim with some difficulty, and we all laugh at his struggle to speak while his mouth is pressed between my breasts.
"Tom? you ready?" I ask.
"Hell yeah, come on then!" he answers.
"Do you mind that I'm a little slippery?"
"Let's go!" says Tom.
Tom says he doesn't mind, but I grab the pink towel on the floor and wipe off most of the *** that hasn't already dried to my skin anyway. Then I contemplate Tom's erect **** and wonder how to approach it. He's thicker than the other two, but that won't be the problem. He is longer than I'm used to, and he'll drive too deep for me to be comfortable when I'm on top. I decide to try reverse cowgirl and see how he fits. I stand over Tom's **** as I squat and guide his penis into me; some of Jim's *** drips out of my **** and drips onto Tom's balls. "Oh...sorry about that" I say over my shoulder.
"Sorry 'bout what?" asks Tom.
"Oh ...Uh...Did I step on your hand?" I ask.
"No?"
"Good" is all I say.
I grab his **** again and line him up for penetration. More of Jim's *** drips out of me and onto the head of Tom's ****. This time, I smear the *** all over his **** with my hand and drive myself onto him. I can't describe how wonderfully slutty and naughty it makes me feel. The idea of ******* a man that has just been covered with *****, that came from my *****, and is from a different man. Something about it sends a tingling sensation up my spine.
It compounds with the sensation of an unusually oversized **** being driven deep inside me. I feel like I'm really getting ******, and I love it. I ride on Tom for quite a while, changing from a fast to a slow rhythm and back again, just enjoying the sensation.
Occasionally I look over at the other two men, still lying on the floor. There is something very erotic about having my husband watch me enjoying another man's body.
I'm embarrassingly wet, which is remarkable considering how much sex I've been having. As I enjoy Tom's body and my husbands gaze, another ****** starts to build. I increase the speed of my pelvic thrusting, but I'm getting sensitive and can't handle the hard pounding I enjoyed previously. The ****** builds, more subtle this time, and breaks as it rushes through me. I sit impaled on Tom for a moment, feeling very satisfied. I announce "alright guys, it's your turn to finish up
Tom recognizes the meaning of my words because we've been together for so long. He knows that I'm satisfied and he is free to satisfy himself. Of course, this time there are two other men to consider.
The rest of the evening becomes a blur of multiple ******* and *********** *****. Initially, Tom positions me on all fours and somebody starts ******* me doggy style. Then another man sticks his **** in my mouth so I'm getting ****** from both ends. It's a naughty and pleasant sensation to have two men in me at once, but it becomes a lot to concentrate on. I lose track of who's ******* me, and eventually all the men expend themselves.
I have *** dripping from my face and breasts. It oozes from my vagina and runs down my legs. My hair is stuck together in places, and that tight skin feeling that accompanies drying ***** is everywhere. With everyone satisfied, I lie on the floor naked, covered in *** and in Tom's arms. The other two guys partially dress and sit on the couch.
I wrap myself in the soft pink towel from the floor and announce my desire to clean-up and go to bed. This induces a flurry of activity from Jim and Tom who dress themselves almost as fast as they undressed. I thank them for coming, and for helping me with my fantasy.
They thank Tom and me for a fun evening, as though we just had a well cooked meal. We all laugh at that, and I'm relieved to see that we're too good of friends for awkward feelings to persist between us. I give each of the guys a kiss and a squeeze of their butts as they leave. Tom and I are home alone again, and he pulls me tight into his arms.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
"Of course I love you"
"How much?" I persist.
"Too much" he answers.
I smile, tell him that I love him more than anything else in the world, and dismiss myself to take a long hot shower. Then we fall asleep in each others arms.
The next day begins in the usual way, other than Tom and me paying extra attention to each other. Both of us are spent sexually for a couple days, but still very affectionate. The way he keeps talking about it, it sounds like Tom had even more fun than I did.
A week later, Tom and Jim come over to pick up Tom for basketball. I am surprised at the lack of awkwardness with them. We are all so completely at ease with each other. I think to myself that we all had a great evening together that was a lot of fun. That's all it was. There are no jealous or bad feelings from anyone. And my relationship with Tom is stronger than ever.
It was so much fun that I'm considering arranging something for Tom. I'm sure he'd like another woman, but unfortunately I'm not quite as open minded as my husband. This is something I intend to work on, and Tom knows there are no guarantees, but it worked out so well for Tom and I that I'd like to satisfy some of Tom's fantasies too. Only time will tell what the future brings.
Tina
By:
tomsharestina
Age:
26-30
,
Female
