The Fishing Trip
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My husband Greg and I have been married but a few years yet it seems sometimes as if much of the fire has gone from our relationship. For instance, recently he went on a weeklong fishing trip to Canada with his buddies. He is an avid fisherman, and he and his buddies take at least one such trip a year. This year he was consumed with work and preparations the week before the trip; it didn’t much help matters that the middle of week brought the onset of my period. Owing to my strict upbringing, we have a good but rather simple sex life including intercourse and my occasionally relieving him by hand. So, by the time of his departure, we had been all but celibate for more than a week. That Saturday I woke up quite horny and already missing Greg, so I jacked him off before we got up, but that was the extent of our sex for the week. When the van arrived to pick him up, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before being swallowed up in the vehicle.
The next week I spent cleaning the house. It’s always so much easier cleaning when there are fewer occupants, and I was very much enjoying the experience of being able to clean and move and scrub making the house shine unlike anytime recently. Then I busied myself with painting our bedroom to surprise Greg. It’s really amazing the energy you find when you haven’t had sex in awhile and you’re trying to avoid thinking about that fact. Nevertheless, even the most devoted maidservant needs a break whatever the energy rush or its source, and frankly sex never was far from my mind.
Near week’s end, I met a couple of girlfriends for coffee and a trip to a bookstore. Eventually the conversation over coffee turned to relationships, romance—general girl stuff. They’d both read a new book and strongly recommended it for me. Seems it’s a love story but with some really charged scenes in it, and they’re certain that I will find it enjoyable. A girl can’t scrub and paint all the time, so I bought the book and took it home to give it a try. If it was a arousing as they suggested, it might have required me to seek the relief I so needed.
That evening after spending much of the afternoon wondering what was so special about the book and the “charged scenes,” I curled up in bed for some reading. Suffice it to note that given my state and after thinking about all that had been said I was inescapably horny. I’d been wet much of the day and almost desperate to touch myself, something that I don’t often do, but the longing was so great…Ultimately with a great deal of will, I decided to save it for Greg. The story was about a young woman’s stale love life, her certainty that her husband was losing interest in their relationship and what she did to revitalize it. Reading it, I was struck by how closely it mirrored what I had been feeling. After reading some of the things that woman did to inject new life into things, I made a determination to take steps to create some excitement for when Greg returned home, things that would signal a departure from routine.
My first move was to have my hair cut and colored with some blonde streaks and highlights. Greg likes blondes so this should more than catch his eye. Next, I had a pedicure for me and my legs waxed. Then taking the really big plunge, I had a brazilian wax. Certainly that would shout change! Finally I went shopping for panties. The mind boggles! After an hour or more looking at the various styles, I decided that there was just so much change a girl could handle in one makeover. The panties would have to wait for another advancement; besides it wasn’t as though I was wearing my mother’s (or grandmother’s) underwear, after all. On the other hand, I did buy some shorts that were awfully short. They were so short that I really was glad that I’d had my bottom waxed. Returning from my shopping spree, I received a text from Greg reminding me of his imminent return and saying that he had a surprise for me.
The morning of his return I picked up some finger foods and squeezed some lemonade which Greg is especially fond of in preparation for his welcome. Then I showered and put on my white panties though from JC Penney’s rather than Victoria’s Secret—I’d left her secret where I found it!—and my new short shorts with a white T shirt and no bra. Seeing my nipples straining the shirt, I realized how much I had been avoiding acknowledging my horniness. Looking in the mirror I felt that I looked good like a welcome home present should. Admiring myself in the mirror as memories played across the screen of my mind, I found was thinking of the prom that was a mere three years earlier when I heard the van pull up in the driveway.
Looking out the window, I could see that Greg was already out of the van and unloading his things. One of his buddies was helping. I ran to the door throwing it open, threw myself into his arms, smothered him with kisses and told him how much I’d missed him. Of course, I also wanted to know about his surprise, but he didn’t reply instead introducing me to his friend whom I’d completely forgotten about. “This is Jim. His wife is going to pick him up here.” Probably seeing the disappointment registered on my face, he told me that I looked really good; he loved my hair; and that had he missed me greatly.
When I asked him what he did on the trip this year, he said that they hadn’t caught many fish and that of those they did catch most were released. They had caught enough to keep themselves in dinners however. Anyway, they’d spent a great deal of time sitting around the camp drinking bourbon and coke. Though it probably shouldn’t have been that surprising, I’d had a strict upbringing and never really got into drinking. We rarely had alcohol in the house, and I was especially uncomfortable to hear that Greg had spent the week drinking. Worse, he wanted the three of us to sit around and drink as we waited for Jim’s wife to pick him up. Initially I was reluctant and felt pressured but remembering my resolve to make changes for our benefit, I agreed to let him fix me a drink.
When he returned with the drinks, we sat on the couch in the living room. Oddly I found myself in the middle. For half an hour or so we made idle chat or rather the boys mostly chatted amusing themselves while occasionally trying to include me. Not being a drinker, I must’ve been drinking rather quickly and it was making me feel very relaxed and friendly. To my surprise Greg made me another drink; only then did I realize that my first was gone! That was funny, and we all had a good laugh about it. Soon Greg mentioned that they’d made a video of their trip and decided that we should watch it after he “refreshed”our drinks; to my surprise I saw that mine was already mostly gone.
When he started the video, it turned out not to be the right one. In fact, it’s a porn video! We’ve never had a porn video in the house, and I’ve never seen one. Mortified I demanded of him whether they’d spent their week watching porn. He acknowledged that they’d had several videos and had spent a lot of time watching them. He said that this was one of the best and that I might actually enjoy it. I was horrified! There I was sitting between two men one of whom was a complete stranger while a porn flick played on the TV. Without thinking I took another swallow of my drink and tried to collect my wits as to an appropriate response.
The show was about two men having sex with a woman. They were all attractive clearly seem to be having fun, and as much as I didn’t want to watch it, it was interesting. In fact, it was really exciting almost hypnotic. I was so relaxed that as horrible as it seemed to be watching this with Greg and a strange man, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen; I realized that I was sweating. As I watched one of the men put his hand in the woman’s pants and was moving it rhythmically; it was almost as though I could see his fingers in her slit. Eventually they pulled down her pants down and I could see the man’s fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She was so wet that his fingers were glistening. That’s when I realized how wet I was and how much I wanted Greg to do something. I leaned over and whispered to Greg that I was so horny—actually I told him that my pussy was dripping which is not something I would normally do—and asked whether he couldn’t get rid of Jim so we could be together. He kissed me gently then forced his tongue into my mouth while his hand slid up my shirt to my bare nipple. His breath caught and he groaned when he found my naked breast. Squirming I couldn’t get away from him or move his hand from under my shirt. His hand pressed my breast then moved over my nipple in circles before he treated the other one the same. The sensation was electric and went directly to my pussy. I knew that Jim could see what Greg was doing to me and as another jolt reached my pussy, I moaned. Greg moved his hand and reached to my crotch spreading my legs making no effort to disguise what he’s doing. I raised my leg and turned a little to attempt to obscure from Jim what Greg was doing. His fingers reach under my shorts to find my naked pussy and he groaned again as I squirmed against his fingers. He stroked the wet mouth of my pussy as I moved to try to take his fingers into me all the while wishing Jim weren’t there or that I could get away but feeling too hot and desperate. As I tried to object my complaints were disguised as moans and Greg’s fingers began moving in and out of my flowing pussy. Vaguely I wonder whether Jim’s presence wasn’t contributing somewhat to my excitement.
On the screen the girl had one guy’s dick in her mouth fucking her mouth with it when she wasn’t busy licking it and the other guy’s mouth was between her legs licking her pussy as she writhed. I’d never seen a woman suck a man’s dick much less enjoy it as clearly she was, and of course I’d never seen anything like what the man was doing to her pussy. My own pussy was feeling so good with Greg’s fingers moving in and out of me that I hadn’t realized that Jim had been caressing my nipple under my shirt. He was circling my nipple sending shocks to my pussy and making me jerk against Greg’s fingers. When he pinched my nipple hard, my pussy contracted fiercely and suddenly I realized that he’d been playing with my breast for some time. Greg obviously could see what was happening and from the look on his face to say nothing of the growth in his pants, he had no objection. Despite how good this felt and how exciting the movie was when I was able to see it, I had to stop what was going on with me.
I never heard the sound of a zipper but Jim guided my hand to his naked dick as Greg was kissing me hard. I groaned into Greg’s mouth trying to protest, but then he put my hand onto his naked dick. Both cocks were wet and swelled as I held them. With Greg still kissing me, Jim moved his cock in and out of my hand while with his other he alternated caressing and pinching my nipple. My pussy was convulsing and I loved the feel as Jim wetly fucked my hand.
Greg pulled my shorts down and off leaving me naked while Jim opened my legs and knelt down between them. Transfixed I watched as if in slow motion knowing what he was going to do but not being able to do anything to prevent it. I never had experienced anything like this. Jim’s open mouth slowly approached my open, dripping pussy. Then he began licking my lips and between. This was horrible; so nasty and yet it felt so wonderful. I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d wanted to and the way it felt, I certainly didn’t want him to stop. Just as I was in writhing ecstasy, Greg put the wet head of his dick to my mouth and gently pushed in. NO! This can’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d never had a dick in my mouth and was never supposed to! As strange as it was, the feeling of his dick in my mouth was good; as his come seeped onto my tongue, I found that it was an interesting taste; nothing about this was the nasty feel or taste that I’d been warned of. I tried to mimic the girl on the screen moving my mouth back and forth on Greg’s dick; then I licked it all over as I’d seen her do. Greg gasped when I licked some places and merely moaned at other places so I began to understand where he most liked me to put my tongue to lick and suck him. The sensation in my pussy was astounding. Jim was tonguing me all over, occasionally sticking his tongue at the mouth of my pussy, sucking at my mouth then at my clit and licking over it..My pussy was thrilling to his tongue and convulsing; it also felt as if come was pouring out of me. Obviously I was about to come hard and bathe his face in my come. The feeling was so delicious that I began to suck mightily on Greg’s cock even as I squirmed to try to take in all of Jim’s face. Greg moved his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. Suddenly, my pussy began to clench and convulse in my come and my thighs closed over Jim’s head as Greg’s cock shot long streams of come into my mouth. As I screamed in my own come, I naturally tried to swallow Greg’s come. He filled my mouth with warm salty come much of it running down my chin and neck to my breasts. When I finally began to subside, I realized that I was covered in Greg’s come as Jim’s face was covered in mine.
Dazed as I recovered I allowed Jim to turn me over so that I was kneeling on the floor with my hands on the couch. It was only then that I realized that Jim was sliding his dick into my swollen, soaked pussy. I was horrified. When I looked for Greg I realized that he was smiling watching Jim start to fuck me. I was dumfounded and couldn’t imagine what to say or do; I’d never had anyone else’s dick. Clearly Greg wanted Jim to fuck me and wanted to watch. Jim’s cock was huge and swollen as I was he still stretched me as slowly he entered me before withdrawing and pushing forward again. It felt wonderful even as I felt such conflict about it. I remembered my girlfriend telling me about a threesome with her boyfriend and another girl; she’d wanted to watch him fuck the other girl; how thrilled she was to watch his dick moving slickly in and out of the other girl’s pussy; how excited she got watching him fuck her and how nearly beside herself she got when they sped up and she knew he was going to come in her pussy. Those thoughts had riveted me then and I never was to forget the thought of his cock fucking in her full pussy all gleaming and frothy, her pussy spilling their fuck. As Jim began fucking me earnestly now I thought of that scene and how excited Greg must be watching Jim’s dick glistening with my come pounding in and out of me as he strived inevitably to fill my pussy, Greg’s pussy, with his come…I imagined Greg watching Jim’s cream seep out of my pussy around Jim’s cock and then seeing my creamed pussy after Jim ttook his cock out of me. God I was so excited. Jim kept fucking me gradually picking up the pace till soon we both know that he would come, but to my surprise, my pussy was already starting to grasp his cock as I groaned in the beginnings of a new come of my own. Just then he moaned and began to spurt his come into me as he slowed the piston of his cock until spent, he collapsed beside me as I slid down the couch.
As I lay half on the couch, Greg came over and lifted me up onto his hard dick. Now I know how excited he was watching Jim fucking me. He begins to fuck me hard and fast like a man possessed. Exhausted, I can do nothing but take his fuck, and take it I do. Though spent, it felt so good to have him fucking me like a wild a****l. Just when I thought I would pass out, Greg roared and filled me with come that he continued to pound into foam in my pussy. When he finally stopped, we all lay back and dozed for a few minutes.
Later I asked Greg what his surprise was. He said that it was the threesome and to make me his slut.
When Greg told me his surprise, I was momentarily stunned at his term and the obvious fact that he’d planned the events with Jim for their arrival from the fishing trip. Though the term “slut” bothered me, I was still feeling excited and with a strange sense of something like accomplishment. I had just experienced my first porn flick, had had my pussy licked till I came with a strange man, had sucked my husband’s dick for the first time and he’d come in my mouth(!), had been fucked by the stranger as my husband watched and had been fucked by Greg while the stranger watched. If this was entirely too much to process and so completely foreign to me, I was not aghast. While I could not have imagined ever being involved in such events, I had been determined to enliven our sex life, and as decadent as this had been, it had been as extremely exciting and enlivening as it had been simply extreme. It also occurred to me that I probably was still quite drunk at which point I realized suddenly that I desperately needed to pee.
Excusing myself I went naked to the bathroom in the back of the house keeping my thighs together to avoid dripping so staining the carpet and feeling completely wanton as I almost hoped they were watching my ass as I left them. At the bathroom I left the door open as I sat down. Images of our experience or as I imagined it began to play across my mind as I sat. In mid-stream my pussy clenched cutting off my stream causing me to moan. As I relaxed I realized that peeing hadn’t felt so good previously and deliberately contracted again. Having read about the Kegel exercises which were described in terms of stopping a urine stream, I wasn’t too surprised at the sensation, but it’d never occurred to me to do them. Now I was doing the exercises with the pressure from a still heavy bladder and found the experience an awakening. Finally empty, I found that I was quite aroused. As the tissue slid over my urethra and to the mouth of my pussy, my arousal was intensified still further as it slid in the seeping come from my two(!) swains. I was now thoroughly wanton and tempted to make myself come knowing that the guys could hear me. Resisting the urge to put on some panties from the hamper, I returned to the boys reveling in my ripeness.
As I approached them I noted that both Jim and Greg were aroused and wondered whether they’d been listening to me peeing. Greg said, “You sure took your time. What were you doing in there?” Taking his hand for response I placed it over my pussy as I looked at Jim whose dick jerked. Greg’s fingers slid between my labia; when he pushed two fingers into my pussy, it made a slight squishing sound. If my face hadn’t been flushed already, I’d have blushed. Instead I groaned from the slippery feel of his fingers fucking me and the sight of Jim’s dick jumping again. Greg moved his fuck coated fingers up to my clit and started sliding over it as I rocked with him.
Looking at Jim’s dick, I realized that I wanted to experience the feel of a cock in my mouth again. With my hand I traced the back of Greg’s hand as his fingers played me. Hoarsely I asked, “Can I suck Jim’s…..cock?” Greg smiled as he said, “Of course.” Jim asked where I wanted him which hadn’t occurred to me; I knew only that I didn’t want Greg to stop what he was doing and that I wanted Jim’s dick in my mouth. Finally I realized that I wanted to sit down with Greg fingering my pussy as Jim stood between my legs. That would provide my comfort and Greg complete access to my pussy as he sat next to me not to mention a great view. I realized that I wanted him to see everything I did.
My legs were spread wide when Jim stepped between them and Greg turned so he could use his right hand on me and see better. I saw Jim look down as Greg moved his fingers in and out of me and saw that a large drop of come was seeping from his dick. Leaning forward, I slid the wet head of his dick over my closed lips and was rewarded with a groan. Slowly sliding his head between my lips, I felt his cock swell and tasted another thick drop on my tongue. Not sure how to proceed, I sucked gently on the head at which he sharply took in breath. Smiling to myself if that’s possible with a mouth full of cock, I slowly took in more of him before pausing to reflect on the sensation of having his dick in my mouth. Realizing that the flavor of his dick was the taste of our earlier fuck excited me still further. It was such a unique and uniquely pleasurable sensation for me and a thrill knowing that he seemed to find it equally so. My pussy grasped Greg’s fingers, and he moaned and whispered hoarsely, “Attagirl.” As I slowly moved my mouth back toward the head I felt it swell again and heard Jim’s breathing quicken. Holding just his head in my mouth, I teased the opening with my tongue noting the slick feel of it then swirled my tongue around the head. As I eased my mouth back down his shaft a little quicker this time, I dropped my hand to Greg’s cock and teased my finger over the head of his seeping dick. Suddenly I felt like Supergirl pleasuring these two men with my pussy thrilling, pulsing and seeping over the hand of one of them. Then I began to fuck my mouth with Greg’s cock until he started groaning while stroking my face nervously. How close he might be to coming I had no idea, but I wasn’t ready yet.
Sliding my mouth from him, I looked at Jim’s drawn, flushed face and then his dripping dick which I slid along my cheek feeling him wet my face. For a moment I jacked him off till more come appeared, then I slid my other cheek over his dick so that Greg could see my face glistening with Jim’s come. The effect was not lost on him as he gasped and his dick jerked wetly in my hand causing my pussy to do something similar. Pushing my face against Jim’s dick, I began to lick the underside then trace its length with my tongue as I looked into his eyes. Returning to the underside of his head, I sucked seriously just below the rim as he jerked and moaned loudly. Pausing, I licked at that spot then sucked as a drop of his come fell onto my leg forcing moans from Greg and me while Greg’s dick swelled and dripped over my hand. At this point my excitement was approaching something like hysteria, and I was desperate to feel Jim spurt his come into my mouth. Looking into Jim’s eyes, in a hoarse whisper I asked Greg if it was ok for Jim to come in my mouth. His response was a groaned “sure.” Still looking up at Jim I asked, “Are you ready to give me your come?” The swelling of his dripping cock was answer enough, but he nodded anyway. Before taking him home, I managed to tell Greg that I wanted to come too.
Watching Jim’s dick sliding back into my mouth, Greg began to stroke concertedly in my pussy as his thumb rested on my clit moving only slightly with the rest of his hand. The feeling was ecstatic and my pussy seemed to be pouring over his hand. Urgently I began fucking Jim’s dick in and out of my mouth feeling him swelling and hearing his heavy rapid breathing and moans as my pussy involuntarily gripped Greg’s fingers, and I moved to take his hand deeper. How long this lasted I have no idea, but I could feel Jim’s legs quaking against my knees, and Greg was fucking my hand as his fucked me when suddenly somebody groaned loudly, and Jim’s cock swelled hugely in my mouth as Greg spurted come onto my side and thigh. Feeling the first spurt of Jim’s come, I slowed to prolong the joy and my pussy almost violently clamped and opened as if to expel something as my orgasm gripped me nearly paralytically. Still moving on Jim’s cock, I took several further squirts of his hot, thick come as he collapsed over me while Greg’s spurts diminished to small washes over my hand. As I swallowed the come he’d given me reflecting how natural swallowing had been both times, gradually Jim’s dick shrank from my mouth even as he stayed leaning onto me. Greg put his arm around me and his head onto my shoulder. In what seemed to me perfect repose, we stayed joined together like that till Jim’s wife honked from our driveway.
I lay back watching as the two of them dressed and frankly never had seen anyone dress so fast. Greg ran to the door to wave to the woman and shouted that Jim would be right out. In minutes Jim was gone. The house was back to ours, but it never would be quite the same.
The next week I spent cleaning the house. It’s always so much easier cleaning when there are fewer occupants, and I was very much enjoying the experience of being able to clean and move and scrub making the house shine unlike anytime recently. Then I busied myself with painting our bedroom to surprise Greg. It’s really amazing the energy you find when you haven’t had sex in awhile and you’re trying to avoid thinking about that fact. Nevertheless, even the most devoted maidservant needs a break whatever the energy rush or its source, and frankly sex never was far from my mind.
Near week’s end, I met a couple of girlfriends for coffee and a trip to a bookstore. Eventually the conversation over coffee turned to relationships, romance—general girl stuff. They’d both read a new book and strongly recommended it for me. Seems it’s a love story but with some really charged scenes in it, and they’re certain that I will find it enjoyable. A girl can’t scrub and paint all the time, so I bought the book and took it home to give it a try. If it was a arousing as they suggested, it might have required me to seek the relief I so needed.
That evening after spending much of the afternoon wondering what was so special about the book and the “charged scenes,” I curled up in bed for some reading. Suffice it to note that given my state and after thinking about all that had been said I was inescapably horny. I’d been wet much of the day and almost desperate to touch myself, something that I don’t often do, but the longing was so great…Ultimately with a great deal of will, I decided to save it for Greg. The story was about a young woman’s stale love life, her certainty that her husband was losing interest in their relationship and what she did to revitalize it. Reading it, I was struck by how closely it mirrored what I had been feeling. After reading some of the things that woman did to inject new life into things, I made a determination to take steps to create some excitement for when Greg returned home, things that would signal a departure from routine.
My first move was to have my hair cut and colored with some blonde streaks and highlights. Greg likes blondes so this should more than catch his eye. Next, I had a pedicure for me and my legs waxed. Then taking the really big plunge, I had a brazilian wax. Certainly that would shout change! Finally I went shopping for panties. The mind boggles! After an hour or more looking at the various styles, I decided that there was just so much change a girl could handle in one makeover. The panties would have to wait for another advancement; besides it wasn’t as though I was wearing my mother’s (or grandmother’s) underwear, after all. On the other hand, I did buy some shorts that were awfully short. They were so short that I really was glad that I’d had my bottom waxed. Returning from my shopping spree, I received a text from Greg reminding me of his imminent return and saying that he had a surprise for me.
The morning of his return I picked up some finger foods and squeezed some lemonade which Greg is especially fond of in preparation for his welcome. Then I showered and put on my white panties though from JC Penney’s rather than Victoria’s Secret—I’d left her secret where I found it!—and my new short shorts with a white T shirt and no bra. Seeing my nipples straining the shirt, I realized how much I had been avoiding acknowledging my horniness. Looking in the mirror I felt that I looked good like a welcome home present should. Admiring myself in the mirror as memories played across the screen of my mind, I found was thinking of the prom that was a mere three years earlier when I heard the van pull up in the driveway.
Looking out the window, I could see that Greg was already out of the van and unloading his things. One of his buddies was helping. I ran to the door throwing it open, threw myself into his arms, smothered him with kisses and told him how much I’d missed him. Of course, I also wanted to know about his surprise, but he didn’t reply instead introducing me to his friend whom I’d completely forgotten about. “This is Jim. His wife is going to pick him up here.” Probably seeing the disappointment registered on my face, he told me that I looked really good; he loved my hair; and that had he missed me greatly.
When I asked him what he did on the trip this year, he said that they hadn’t caught many fish and that of those they did catch most were released. They had caught enough to keep themselves in dinners however. Anyway, they’d spent a great deal of time sitting around the camp drinking bourbon and coke. Though it probably shouldn’t have been that surprising, I’d had a strict upbringing and never really got into drinking. We rarely had alcohol in the house, and I was especially uncomfortable to hear that Greg had spent the week drinking. Worse, he wanted the three of us to sit around and drink as we waited for Jim’s wife to pick him up. Initially I was reluctant and felt pressured but remembering my resolve to make changes for our benefit, I agreed to let him fix me a drink.
When he returned with the drinks, we sat on the couch in the living room. Oddly I found myself in the middle. For half an hour or so we made idle chat or rather the boys mostly chatted amusing themselves while occasionally trying to include me. Not being a drinker, I must’ve been drinking rather quickly and it was making me feel very relaxed and friendly. To my surprise Greg made me another drink; only then did I realize that my first was gone! That was funny, and we all had a good laugh about it. Soon Greg mentioned that they’d made a video of their trip and decided that we should watch it after he “refreshed”our drinks; to my surprise I saw that mine was already mostly gone.
When he started the video, it turned out not to be the right one. In fact, it’s a porn video! We’ve never had a porn video in the house, and I’ve never seen one. Mortified I demanded of him whether they’d spent their week watching porn. He acknowledged that they’d had several videos and had spent a lot of time watching them. He said that this was one of the best and that I might actually enjoy it. I was horrified! There I was sitting between two men one of whom was a complete stranger while a porn flick played on the TV. Without thinking I took another swallow of my drink and tried to collect my wits as to an appropriate response.
The show was about two men having sex with a woman. They were all attractive clearly seem to be having fun, and as much as I didn’t want to watch it, it was interesting. In fact, it was really exciting almost hypnotic. I was so relaxed that as horrible as it seemed to be watching this with Greg and a strange man, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen; I realized that I was sweating. As I watched one of the men put his hand in the woman’s pants and was moving it rhythmically; it was almost as though I could see his fingers in her slit. Eventually they pulled down her pants down and I could see the man’s fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She was so wet that his fingers were glistening. That’s when I realized how wet I was and how much I wanted Greg to do something. I leaned over and whispered to Greg that I was so horny—actually I told him that my pussy was dripping which is not something I would normally do—and asked whether he couldn’t get rid of Jim so we could be together. He kissed me gently then forced his tongue into my mouth while his hand slid up my shirt to my bare nipple. His breath caught and he groaned when he found my naked breast. Squirming I couldn’t get away from him or move his hand from under my shirt. His hand pressed my breast then moved over my nipple in circles before he treated the other one the same. The sensation was electric and went directly to my pussy. I knew that Jim could see what Greg was doing to me and as another jolt reached my pussy, I moaned. Greg moved his hand and reached to my crotch spreading my legs making no effort to disguise what he’s doing. I raised my leg and turned a little to attempt to obscure from Jim what Greg was doing. His fingers reach under my shorts to find my naked pussy and he groaned again as I squirmed against his fingers. He stroked the wet mouth of my pussy as I moved to try to take his fingers into me all the while wishing Jim weren’t there or that I could get away but feeling too hot and desperate. As I tried to object my complaints were disguised as moans and Greg’s fingers began moving in and out of my flowing pussy. Vaguely I wonder whether Jim’s presence wasn’t contributing somewhat to my excitement.
On the screen the girl had one guy’s dick in her mouth fucking her mouth with it when she wasn’t busy licking it and the other guy’s mouth was between her legs licking her pussy as she writhed. I’d never seen a woman suck a man’s dick much less enjoy it as clearly she was, and of course I’d never seen anything like what the man was doing to her pussy. My own pussy was feeling so good with Greg’s fingers moving in and out of me that I hadn’t realized that Jim had been caressing my nipple under my shirt. He was circling my nipple sending shocks to my pussy and making me jerk against Greg’s fingers. When he pinched my nipple hard, my pussy contracted fiercely and suddenly I realized that he’d been playing with my breast for some time. Greg obviously could see what was happening and from the look on his face to say nothing of the growth in his pants, he had no objection. Despite how good this felt and how exciting the movie was when I was able to see it, I had to stop what was going on with me.
I never heard the sound of a zipper but Jim guided my hand to his naked dick as Greg was kissing me hard. I groaned into Greg’s mouth trying to protest, but then he put my hand onto his naked dick. Both cocks were wet and swelled as I held them. With Greg still kissing me, Jim moved his cock in and out of my hand while with his other he alternated caressing and pinching my nipple. My pussy was convulsing and I loved the feel as Jim wetly fucked my hand.
Greg pulled my shorts down and off leaving me naked while Jim opened my legs and knelt down between them. Transfixed I watched as if in slow motion knowing what he was going to do but not being able to do anything to prevent it. I never had experienced anything like this. Jim’s open mouth slowly approached my open, dripping pussy. Then he began licking my lips and between. This was horrible; so nasty and yet it felt so wonderful. I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d wanted to and the way it felt, I certainly didn’t want him to stop. Just as I was in writhing ecstasy, Greg put the wet head of his dick to my mouth and gently pushed in. NO! This can’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d never had a dick in my mouth and was never supposed to! As strange as it was, the feeling of his dick in my mouth was good; as his come seeped onto my tongue, I found that it was an interesting taste; nothing about this was the nasty feel or taste that I’d been warned of. I tried to mimic the girl on the screen moving my mouth back and forth on Greg’s dick; then I licked it all over as I’d seen her do. Greg gasped when I licked some places and merely moaned at other places so I began to understand where he most liked me to put my tongue to lick and suck him. The sensation in my pussy was astounding. Jim was tonguing me all over, occasionally sticking his tongue at the mouth of my pussy, sucking at my mouth then at my clit and licking over it..My pussy was thrilling to his tongue and convulsing; it also felt as if come was pouring out of me. Obviously I was about to come hard and bathe his face in my come. The feeling was so delicious that I began to suck mightily on Greg’s cock even as I squirmed to try to take in all of Jim’s face. Greg moved his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. Suddenly, my pussy began to clench and convulse in my come and my thighs closed over Jim’s head as Greg’s cock shot long streams of come into my mouth. As I screamed in my own come, I naturally tried to swallow Greg’s come. He filled my mouth with warm salty come much of it running down my chin and neck to my breasts. When I finally began to subside, I realized that I was covered in Greg’s come as Jim’s face was covered in mine.
Dazed as I recovered I allowed Jim to turn me over so that I was kneeling on the floor with my hands on the couch. It was only then that I realized that Jim was sliding his dick into my swollen, soaked pussy. I was horrified. When I looked for Greg I realized that he was smiling watching Jim start to fuck me. I was dumfounded and couldn’t imagine what to say or do; I’d never had anyone else’s dick. Clearly Greg wanted Jim to fuck me and wanted to watch. Jim’s cock was huge and swollen as I was he still stretched me as slowly he entered me before withdrawing and pushing forward again. It felt wonderful even as I felt such conflict about it. I remembered my girlfriend telling me about a threesome with her boyfriend and another girl; she’d wanted to watch him fuck the other girl; how thrilled she was to watch his dick moving slickly in and out of the other girl’s pussy; how excited she got watching him fuck her and how nearly beside herself she got when they sped up and she knew he was going to come in her pussy. Those thoughts had riveted me then and I never was to forget the thought of his cock fucking in her full pussy all gleaming and frothy, her pussy spilling their fuck. As Jim began fucking me earnestly now I thought of that scene and how excited Greg must be watching Jim’s dick glistening with my come pounding in and out of me as he strived inevitably to fill my pussy, Greg’s pussy, with his come…I imagined Greg watching Jim’s cream seep out of my pussy around Jim’s cock and then seeing my creamed pussy after Jim ttook his cock out of me. God I was so excited. Jim kept fucking me gradually picking up the pace till soon we both know that he would come, but to my surprise, my pussy was already starting to grasp his cock as I groaned in the beginnings of a new come of my own. Just then he moaned and began to spurt his come into me as he slowed the piston of his cock until spent, he collapsed beside me as I slid down the couch.
As I lay half on the couch, Greg came over and lifted me up onto his hard dick. Now I know how excited he was watching Jim fucking me. He begins to fuck me hard and fast like a man possessed. Exhausted, I can do nothing but take his fuck, and take it I do. Though spent, it felt so good to have him fucking me like a wild a****l. Just when I thought I would pass out, Greg roared and filled me with come that he continued to pound into foam in my pussy. When he finally stopped, we all lay back and dozed for a few minutes.
Later I asked Greg what his surprise was. He said that it was the threesome and to make me his slut.
When Greg told me his surprise, I was momentarily stunned at his term and the obvious fact that he’d planned the events with Jim for their arrival from the fishing trip. Though the term “slut” bothered me, I was still feeling excited and with a strange sense of something like accomplishment. I had just experienced my first porn flick, had had my pussy licked till I came with a strange man, had sucked my husband’s dick for the first time and he’d come in my mouth(!), had been fucked by the stranger as my husband watched and had been fucked by Greg while the stranger watched. If this was entirely too much to process and so completely foreign to me, I was not aghast. While I could not have imagined ever being involved in such events, I had been determined to enliven our sex life, and as decadent as this had been, it had been as extremely exciting and enlivening as it had been simply extreme. It also occurred to me that I probably was still quite drunk at which point I realized suddenly that I desperately needed to pee.
Excusing myself I went naked to the bathroom in the back of the house keeping my thighs together to avoid dripping so staining the carpet and feeling completely wanton as I almost hoped they were watching my ass as I left them. At the bathroom I left the door open as I sat down. Images of our experience or as I imagined it began to play across my mind as I sat. In mid-stream my pussy clenched cutting off my stream causing me to moan. As I relaxed I realized that peeing hadn’t felt so good previously and deliberately contracted again. Having read about the Kegel exercises which were described in terms of stopping a urine stream, I wasn’t too surprised at the sensation, but it’d never occurred to me to do them. Now I was doing the exercises with the pressure from a still heavy bladder and found the experience an awakening. Finally empty, I found that I was quite aroused. As the tissue slid over my urethra and to the mouth of my pussy, my arousal was intensified still further as it slid in the seeping come from my two(!) swains. I was now thoroughly wanton and tempted to make myself come knowing that the guys could hear me. Resisting the urge to put on some panties from the hamper, I returned to the boys reveling in my ripeness.
As I approached them I noted that both Jim and Greg were aroused and wondered whether they’d been listening to me peeing. Greg said, “You sure took your time. What were you doing in there?” Taking his hand for response I placed it over my pussy as I looked at Jim whose dick jerked. Greg’s fingers slid between my labia; when he pushed two fingers into my pussy, it made a slight squishing sound. If my face hadn’t been flushed already, I’d have blushed. Instead I groaned from the slippery feel of his fingers fucking me and the sight of Jim’s dick jumping again. Greg moved his fuck coated fingers up to my clit and started sliding over it as I rocked with him.
Looking at Jim’s dick, I realized that I wanted to experience the feel of a cock in my mouth again. With my hand I traced the back of Greg’s hand as his fingers played me. Hoarsely I asked, “Can I suck Jim’s…..cock?” Greg smiled as he said, “Of course.” Jim asked where I wanted him which hadn’t occurred to me; I knew only that I didn’t want Greg to stop what he was doing and that I wanted Jim’s dick in my mouth. Finally I realized that I wanted to sit down with Greg fingering my pussy as Jim stood between my legs. That would provide my comfort and Greg complete access to my pussy as he sat next to me not to mention a great view. I realized that I wanted him to see everything I did.
My legs were spread wide when Jim stepped between them and Greg turned so he could use his right hand on me and see better. I saw Jim look down as Greg moved his fingers in and out of me and saw that a large drop of come was seeping from his dick. Leaning forward, I slid the wet head of his dick over my closed lips and was rewarded with a groan. Slowly sliding his head between my lips, I felt his cock swell and tasted another thick drop on my tongue. Not sure how to proceed, I sucked gently on the head at which he sharply took in breath. Smiling to myself if that’s possible with a mouth full of cock, I slowly took in more of him before pausing to reflect on the sensation of having his dick in my mouth. Realizing that the flavor of his dick was the taste of our earlier fuck excited me still further. It was such a unique and uniquely pleasurable sensation for me and a thrill knowing that he seemed to find it equally so. My pussy grasped Greg’s fingers, and he moaned and whispered hoarsely, “Attagirl.” As I slowly moved my mouth back toward the head I felt it swell again and heard Jim’s breathing quicken. Holding just his head in my mouth, I teased the opening with my tongue noting the slick feel of it then swirled my tongue around the head. As I eased my mouth back down his shaft a little quicker this time, I dropped my hand to Greg’s cock and teased my finger over the head of his seeping dick. Suddenly I felt like Supergirl pleasuring these two men with my pussy thrilling, pulsing and seeping over the hand of one of them. Then I began to fuck my mouth with Greg’s cock until he started groaning while stroking my face nervously. How close he might be to coming I had no idea, but I wasn’t ready yet.
Sliding my mouth from him, I looked at Jim’s drawn, flushed face and then his dripping dick which I slid along my cheek feeling him wet my face. For a moment I jacked him off till more come appeared, then I slid my other cheek over his dick so that Greg could see my face glistening with Jim’s come. The effect was not lost on him as he gasped and his dick jerked wetly in my hand causing my pussy to do something similar. Pushing my face against Jim’s dick, I began to lick the underside then trace its length with my tongue as I looked into his eyes. Returning to the underside of his head, I sucked seriously just below the rim as he jerked and moaned loudly. Pausing, I licked at that spot then sucked as a drop of his come fell onto my leg forcing moans from Greg and me while Greg’s dick swelled and dripped over my hand. At this point my excitement was approaching something like hysteria, and I was desperate to feel Jim spurt his come into my mouth. Looking into Jim’s eyes, in a hoarse whisper I asked Greg if it was ok for Jim to come in my mouth. His response was a groaned “sure.” Still looking up at Jim I asked, “Are you ready to give me your come?” The swelling of his dripping cock was answer enough, but he nodded anyway. Before taking him home, I managed to tell Greg that I wanted to come too.
Watching Jim’s dick sliding back into my mouth, Greg began to stroke concertedly in my pussy as his thumb rested on my clit moving only slightly with the rest of his hand. The feeling was ecstatic and my pussy seemed to be pouring over his hand. Urgently I began fucking Jim’s dick in and out of my mouth feeling him swelling and hearing his heavy rapid breathing and moans as my pussy involuntarily gripped Greg’s fingers, and I moved to take his hand deeper. How long this lasted I have no idea, but I could feel Jim’s legs quaking against my knees, and Greg was fucking my hand as his fucked me when suddenly somebody groaned loudly, and Jim’s cock swelled hugely in my mouth as Greg spurted come onto my side and thigh. Feeling the first spurt of Jim’s come, I slowed to prolong the joy and my pussy almost violently clamped and opened as if to expel something as my orgasm gripped me nearly paralytically. Still moving on Jim’s cock, I took several further squirts of his hot, thick come as he collapsed over me while Greg’s spurts diminished to small washes over my hand. As I swallowed the come he’d given me reflecting how natural swallowing had been both times, gradually Jim’s dick shrank from my mouth even as he stayed leaning onto me. Greg put his arm around me and his head onto my shoulder. In what seemed to me perfect repose, we stayed joined together like that till Jim’s wife honked from our driveway.
I lay back watching as the two of them dressed and frankly never had seen anyone dress so fast. Greg ran to the door to wave to the woman and shouted that Jim would be right out. In minutes Jim was gone. The house was back to ours, but it never would be quite the same.
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