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I got home on liberty one hot Friday afternoon in late July of 1977. Billie, my wife, met me at the door wearing nothing but a smile and her wedding ring. She was stunning! Twenty-four years old, five-feet-three-inches tall and weighing one-hundred-and-eight-pounds, her petite body (34B-23-33) was tanned, fit and tight from her exercise routines and long-distance running. Her smallish areolas were puffy and her nipples were hard pebbles.

It wasn’t unusual for her to greet me bare-assed naked. She’s a warm, vivacious and playful nymph, who loves being nude and is an exhibitionist. To her, the least amount of clothes she had to wear the better. Panties and bras were to be avoided unless absolutely necessary.

Stepping up, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her naked body was warm, smelling of soap, shampoo, toothpaste, her own unique scent and the faint, tantalizing aroma of a recent sexual encounter.

Our kiss was tender and loving; I slid my hands down to her perfect little ass and tickled my fingers up and down between her butt cheeks. She wiggled and giggled pressing harder against me. She loves being tickled, especially her butt.

Breaking our kiss, Billie rested her forehead against my chest as she unbuckled my belt, unzipped and unfastened my pants and fished my erection out. Kissing the top of her head I eased a hand down across her flat abdomen and cupped her pussy. I discovered her pubic patch was trimmed short and her labium, which was wet and slick, had been shaved smooth.

Easing my middle finger into her, I started to slowly finger-fuck her. I wasn't surprised to discover she was very slippery and slightly dilated; with little effort, I slipped in a second finger.

Laughing, I whispered, “You’ve been a bad girl since I called Wednesday night.”

At the time, I had just reenlisted in the Navy after a break in service. She was an art major in a college on the southeast coast of the U.S. and due to the long separations and our high sex drives; we had decided to open our marriage, freeing both of us to have sex with others.

On Wednesday evenings, I would call to let her know if I would be able to come home for the weekend. Since the phone calls were collect, which were expensive, and from payphones located in the barracks or on the docks, we used a simple code for brevity and privacy. Using this code she could let me know if she’d had sex with someone without anyone else waiting for the phone overhearing any of the salacious details concerning our unconventional marriage.

After exchanging words of love and endearments, I would ask her if she’d been a good girl. If she had been a good girl she’d simply say, 'yes,' meaning she'd been a chaste young lady. Sometimes she’d tell me, ‘No, I’ve been a naughty girl,' code for: she’d gotten naked, made out and had oral sex with a guy, or guys. If she’d said, ‘No, I’ve been a bad girl,' she was letting me know she had gotten laid. 

Now, if she’d told me, 'Honey, I’ve been a wicked girl,’ it was our code to let me know she’d had group sex or she’d had sex with different guys at different times during the course of the day. She was rarely a good girl, she’d more often been a bad girl and just as often she’d been wicked; and, sometimes, she’d been very, very wicked indeed. 

On this particular Friday afternoon, as I held her warm, naked body, I was looking forward to her telling me about her latest sexual trysts. She looked up at me and there was a mischievous glint in her big, warm, brown eyes. She knelt down and my fingers slipped out of her pussy.

She rubbed my erection all over her face and took it between her lips lavishing the head with her tongue. Popping my cock out of her mouth she whispered, “I was a bad girl Wednesday and Thursday night; and, this morning, I was a wicked girl. Honey, I… I’ve been so fucking horny these past few days, all I could think of was hard cock!”

I felt my hard-on get harder; I interrupted her, hoarsely whispered, “Tell me."

Nuzzling my erection and snuffling through my pubic hair, she gently gnawed her way back up and sucked the head of my cock back into her mouth. Releasing it with a flick of her tongue lapping up a drop of pre-cum, my extremely horny wife murmured, "If you remember, they had cut back my hours at the library for the summer semester?”

I grunted, “Yeah..." wondering where this was going.

“Well, whenever Donna asks me if I could work, I do.”

When Billie had returned to school she had applied and received a Pell Grant. Along with the Pell Grant she was also in the work-study program and had been assigned to work in the school’s library. Donna was her immediate supervisor and they had become best friends and confidants. 

With a slightly evil snicker, I asked her, “Did she want you to fuck her husband again?”

Giggling, she gave my cock a playful chomp and said, “No, but if she had, I would have.” 

Donna had cheated on her husband and he had found out about it. In an attempt to make up for her infidelity and knowing we had opened our marriage, she had asked Billie if she would fuck her husband. Billie had discussed it with me and I had told her if she wanted to, to go for it. She later told me she had felt so weird, driving over to her best friend’s house, to fuck her husband, at her request and with my knowledge. She also admitted it had been a massive turn-on.

Laughing at my reaction when she bit my dick, she used one hand to stroke me, and the other to knead my balls. She blissfully and slowly licked the head to lap up some more pre-cum. Grinning up at me she said, “Donna asked me if I could work a couple of hours Wednesday night and again Thursday afternoon after I finished modeling for the town’s recreational department’s art club.”

In addition to the Pell Grant and the work-study program, she modeled nude for the life drawing classes. She became known, as being a superb model with the ability to hold difficult poses and, unlike so many other models, was reliable. This brought in offers for her to model for other educational art programs and a few professional, well-established art studios in the area.

“Okay. How did working at the library have anything to do with you getting fucked?"

With a gleam in her eyes, Billie reached down, unlaced my boots and with a little of my help, pulled them off. She then worked my uniform pants down and I stepped out of them. Standing, she took my hand and led me to our bedroom, which still faintly smelled of sex. The bed was made up with clean sheets and had been turned down. 

Placing her right knee up on the bed, she leaned forward on her forearms, paused and looked back over her left shoulder with a come-hither smile. The sight was beautiful, sensual and very erotic. Her legs were spread; she had tilted her ass to a perfect angle. I had an unobstructed view of her pink, wet pussy with what looked like a small dewdrop of cum from her earlier tryst. 

She then lifted her left leg up onto the bed and spread her knees wide. Still looking at me she rested her face on the bed and rocked her ass up, presenting herself to me. I stepped behind her, ran the head of my cock up and down her slit, found her opening and pressed until I popped inside. Billie yelped and then moaned as I entered her.

Thrusting in, it became even more obvious she’d had sex earlier as there was some cum being forced out. Her puss was hot, very buttery and tight as ever. Holding her hips I thrust until I was totally planted in her. She met each of my thrusts with her hands gripping the sheet and pushing back with her whole body. Strong and physically fit, Billie was able to match me thrust for thrust. 

I got tickled with the noises her messy puss was making as I plunged my cock in and out of her. Snickering, I said, “Since you usually go running with Steve on Friday mornings, I must be getting sloppy seconds.

Pushing back hard, she contracted her pelvic muscles holding me tight. Turning her head and looking over her shoulder she softly said, “Thirds, I did him and one of his buddies this morning.” She giggled, adding, “And honey, I don’t think either one of them have been laid in a while.” 

Crawling forward, she pulled off me and patted the mattress. I moved up onto the bed and stretched out on my back. She threw a leg over me and guided my erection back in and started to slowly ride me while dreamily smiling down at me.

Caressing her breasts, I gently told her, “Start at the beginning.” We always shared details.

Relaxing, she wiggled her bottom to take me in as deep as she could. With a happy sigh, she slid her arms up under my shoulder and laid down on me, nuzzling my ear. Her breasts felt wonderful pressed against my chest. Working her hips she started making sweet, slow love to me.

Her breath was moist and warm in my ear as she softly told me, “After your call, I was so lonely and fucking horny, I was near tears. I was excited you were coming home for the weekend but sad you weren’t with me right then. When Donna called and asked me if I could work a couple of hours, I jumped at the chance.”

My heart broke when she told me how lonely she had been. I slid my hands, which were on her delightful butt, up until I could wrap them around her. Kissing her neck I whispered, “I’m so sorry…”

Billie gently shushed me, “Sweetie, it’s all right, it's just until I finish school and it’s less than a year now. Anyway, I was glad Donna called; I jumped up, brushed my hair, put it in a ponytail, put on my chambray dress, my sandals and almost ran to the library.”

Her chambray dress was modest compared to most of her other dresses. It had a square neck and the bodice was form-fitted. It was held up by two flat straps running up and over her shoulders, crisscrossing across the back, which was cut fairly low. The hem hit above mid-thigh. 

I knew from experience that’s all she would have been wearing, but to satisfy my own voyeuristic tendencies, I asked, “Was the dress all you were wearing?”

She hiccupped a little snorting laugh and hissed naughtily, “Yesss… Did you really expect me to have worn panties? I wasn’t having my period and it was hot and humid as a sauna that night.” 

Kissing her ear, I whispered, “Please continue.”

Giggling, she said, “You pervert, I could feel your cock pulse while you imagined me not wearing panties to work. Anyway… Donna was glad to see me since they were short-staffed. She asked me if I would mind shelving since there were two full carts of returned books.” 

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I knew from past experiences, Billie was going to inadvertently flash someone in the library. For some reason, while she was growing up, she had either missed or deliberately ignored what was considered lady-like decorum while wearing dresses. 

She was telling me, “I had just about finished the second cart, when I heard, ‘Hey girl.’ It was Thomas! I had thought he and Steve were still up in Washington D. C. on an internship in art restoration at the National Museum of Art.”

Pausing for a moment, she worked her butt in a small figure eight, contracted her muscles, lifted up, relaxed and came back down. I thrust upward going deep. With a small, “humph,” she shivered, and then giggled; bracing herself up on her elbows, she kissed me.

Breaking our kiss, she buried her head back down against my neck, squirmed her whole body and whispered, “Damn! I missed you! I love you so much!”

She then continued her erotic tale. “I hopped down off the stool, gave him a big hug and asked him if they had to go back. He told me it had been an intense six-week program but they were finished. However, he was going back on Friday to spend the weekend with his fiancée. It was getting close to closing for the evening and I asked him if he could wait, which he said he would be glad to do.”

I felt her giggle; she then told me, “It was obvious he wanted some pussy and I was going to give it to him. I told him I needed to finish the last cart, which was just a few books and climbed back up on the stool. I knew he was looking up my dress and, I, huh, made sure he had a good view.”

Giggling a little harder, she murmured, “After I put the last book up, he surprised me when he slid his hand up under my dress and stroked my bottom. I jumped, but it felt so good! I grabbed the top shelf and, and pushed my butt out to let him play with it. He started tickling me and worked his way down between my legs… it, it felt so deliciously decadent to be felt up like that in the library.”

Her breath was warm against my ear as she softly whispered, “He… he slipped one and then a second finger in me and,” she sighed, "I placed my right foot on a shelf to...  to open my legs some. It felt so good. Oh, fuck! What I must have looked like hanging onto the shelves, with my butt stuck out, getting finger-fucked!”

Billie squirmed in my arms as she told me her tale, she murmured, “He slipped his head up under my dress and I could feel his warm breath between my legs. He, he nuzzled his nose through my pubes and into my pussy. Then he started flicking my clit with, with the tip of his tongue.”

Pausing, she giggled softly and said, “You…you just got harder!”

I huskily growled, “Fuck! I wish I could’ve been there!” 

Rocking her hips, she did an amazing figure eight and combined it with some pelvic muscle magic. She gently kissed and tongued my ear and whispered moistly, “I wish it would’ve been you finger-fucking and eating me out…”

“Maybe, we could do that one night this summer,” I whispered.

“Oh, fuck! Yeah! Some weekend when you’re home and I have to work.” she softly moaned with the thought.

With a gentle intake of breath, she returned to her tale, “Sweetie, I was so lost in what Thomas was doing to me, I was humping his face like a maniac and I didn’t care if someone saw us.”

She gasped and shuddered, “After a while, he eased his fingers out of me and, slid both hands up to my waist and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he backed away from the shelves and sat on the stool.”

Billie was getting close to cumming. Her breaths were coming in little gasps, an indescribable warmth was radiating from her abdomen; her little puss grew hotter. 

I knew what was coming next, “Honey, as he… as he sat down, I opened my legs, straddling him. His hands were still up under my dress and I... I was totally exposed from the waist down… he had his cock out and, and as I came down, it slid right in. And, sweetheart, it felt so fucking good!"

As my wife described to me how she had fucked Thomas’s in between the shelves in the library, she exploded. Holding her fit, toned, naked body as she squirmed, wiggled and bucked set me off. I hadn’t wanted to cum yet, but her story really had me going.

After a few sweet moments, she recovered a little and breathlessly gasped, “Fuck! Th… that was… was fantastic!”

I kissed the tip of her nose, both eyes and gave her a soft, deep, loving kiss. She wiggled, opened her legs a little further, settling down and taking me in a little deeper. I luxuriated in the wet heat of her crotch. Her puss was still having little convulsive contractions. 

We held each other in silence, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. After a while, my sweetheart reached up on the headboard, retrieved a clean hand towel and put it between us. Easing up off me, she put half the towel between her legs and used the other half to lovingly dry my pecker; we laid over on our right sides snuggling up in the spoon position. 

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her hinny close, pressing my crotch into her warmth. Reaching up with my right hand I caressed her breasts. Kissing her neck, I softly asked, “What happened next?”

Softly snickering, she said, “After a while, I eased up off him and what a mess! I had cum running down both legs. Thomas handed me his handkerchief, which helped, but fuck! He must have shot off a pint in me! I kind of hobbled to the bathroom and cleaned up as best as I could; then went to get the cart but Thomas had already taken it back up to the front desk. 

“When I got to the desk Donna was snickering, she knew! She laughed and said, ‘Go, go on, go take care of Thomas, he’s still horny and I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon; you lucky bitch.’ Fuck! I reckon I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I liked the fact, she knew I'd been fucked in the library.”

Snickering, she told me, “As Thomas and I left; he told me Donna had watched us. Apparently, she had made a quick circuit around the building to ensure we were the only ones there, locked the doors and snuck back to watch us!”

“Turn you on?” I asked.

Nodding her head, she murmured, “Yeah, yeah it did. It’s kind of a perverse thrill, knowing a few people know that I’m married and fucking around.”

Chuckling I whispered in her ear, “A few? Hmmm, just everyone in the art and drama department, your co-workers in the library, some of the professors…"

She giggled and said, “Okay, okay so I fucked a couple of the professors and most of the eligible guys in the art and drama department… yeah, I reckon the whole fucking school does know.”

Now laughing, she said, “Anyway. Thomas and I came back here, took a shower together and, fucked some more. It was nice. Then, about midnight he left. I took another shower and went to sleep with, with my hand between my legs, wishing you had been here with me instead of him.”

Cuddling like we were, I developed another erection. Billie giggled, removed the towel from between her legs and guided me into her. I slid in with just a little work.

Holding her hips I gently humped the horny little minx and playfully growled, “And Thursday? Which lucky bastard got between my wife's legs and into her tight, sweet, little pussy?”

She laughed, her wonderful laugh, pushed her butt back meeting my slow thrusts and softly said, “Thomas.”

Pausing for a moment, she said, “Honey, there’s not much to tell you about Thursday. We had agreed to hook up after I got off work. I was still horny so we hurried over here and got naked. I sucked his cock, he ate my pussy and we fucked. A little later, he left to get ready to drive to DC this morning."

Pressing into her, I nuzzled her neck, left ear and reveled in the silkiness and scent of her hair. With my right hand caressing her breasts, I stroked her stomach and lower abdomen with my left, tickling my fingers through her small pubic patch and working them down into her slit. 

Billie had her head bowed and pushed her fanny back, wiggling it in an attempt to take me in deeper. She was working her magic, contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles as we made love. 

Working my middle finger as gently as I could, I slowly circled and stroked her clitoris. Moaning, she raised her left leg slightly to give me easier access. It wasn’t long before her whole body started reacting. With a soft gasp and a sigh, her hips started jerking, I could feel her abdomen convulsing, and she balled up into a fetal position.

Her orgasm was too much for me and I snapped my hips forward, cumming like a burst water main. After a few minutes of me holding her, we caught our breath and she sighed softly saying, “Ooh, sweetheart, when I’m making love with you I feel so complete.” 

Whispering, I asked, even though I knew what her answer was going to be, “You'd don't feel complete when you make love to the other guys?

She softly chuckled, “As you know, and love to hear, I only make love to you. I fuck other guys."

I wrapped my body around hers and we relaxed into each other. Still buried in her, I could feel little pulsating tremors running through her. We continued laying there just enjoying being together. Billie eventually found the hand towel and put it between her legs and I eased out of her.

Shifting around, we moved up, propped some pillows against the headboard and snuggling up to each other as we leaned back. Billie took the towel from between her legs and started laughing; it was soaked with cum.

Grinning at her I asked, “I take it Steve and, huh…”

“Chad…” she whispered.

Nodding, I murmured, “Ah, yes, Chad. I think Steve and Chad must have left several loads in you.”

With an almost bashful smile, she took her lower lip between her teeth and said, “Yeah, they did. I, huh, fucked Chad twice and Steve once. When Chad fucked me the second time, I gave Steve a blowjob.”

Kissing her nose, I asked, “What time did they leave?”

“… ’bout noon.”

“Details, please.”

Her petite body squirmed, as she got a little more comfortable. She smiled, looking me in the eye and filled me in, “Steve and Chad have known each other since grammar school. Both of them were on the track team and ran cross-country in high school. Steve was interested in art and Chad played the tenor saxophone in the high school band.

“After they graduated Chad went to a university in the mountains to study music and Steve came here to study art. Chad is home for the summer so after Steve came back from DC they’ve been hanging out together.

“As you know, I was asked to model Thursday for the town’s art club. Steve was there as he’d been asked by our instructor to open, set up and close the studio for them. After we finished and were putting the model’s props back in the storage room, he asked me if I’d be interested in resuming our morning runs, which sounded good to me and I told him so.”

She giggled and said, “He came up behind me, put his arms around me, cupped my boobs and pressed his cock against my butt.” She giggled again, “Holy fuck! Was he hard!”

Taking her chin in my hand, I gently turned her head and kissed her. After our kiss, I asked, “Were you still naked?”

There was a soft snicker and she murmured, “Of course. I turned in his arms and… kissed him. It was nice. He, huh, cupped my pussy while we were kissing and, as you know, I really like that. It got especially good when he eased a finger in me and started to gently finger-fuck me.”

She paused, chuckled and said, “He wanted a quickie and, oh, I was so tempted; but I had to go work at the library and didn’t want cum running down my legs while I worked, which has happened to me in the past on several occasions.”

Grinning, I said, “Oh yeah. Like the time we modeled together and had a quickie in there... just because we could.” Laughing, I added, “And Thomas and Steve were our lookouts.”

Billie looked at me with her eyes bright with humor and softly said, “Oh! That had been so much fun! They were hoping to get a turn, too. You do know, I fucked them in there later; and, huh, well, I’ve also fucked James and a couple of other guys in there, too.”

Laughing, I said, “Yeah, I know, you told me. You’re a horny, little wench, aren’t you? I do believe you deserve a spanking.”

She playfully shimmied her whole body and with a big shit-eating grin, said, “Ooh! Promise?”

Taking her by her arms, I pulled her squealing and kicking across my lap. Holding her tightly, I prepared to give her butt a playful smack, but stopped when I saw how messy it was. Laughing, I said, “Goddamned woman! Your whole ass is slimed with cum!”

Barking a laugh, she came up on all fours and stuck her naked, cum-slimed hinny in my face. I was actually impressed, her pussy was very messy, but it was still as pretty as the first time I ever saw it. It was hard to believe she’d had three different cocks in her that morning.

Giggling, she waggled her butt at me, spun around and looked at me with a bright happy face. I held my arms out to her and she jumped into them. I held her tightly against me kissing her neck, and nuzzling her ears. Laughing, we rolled on to our sides and placed our foreheads together. 

Kissing the tip of her nose, I asked, “What did you wear for your run this morning?” 

Smiling, she said, “My blue halter top and those dark blue, terry-cloth running shorts.” 

“Nice. You look good in those shorts. Did you know Chad was going to be there?”

“No, I’ve never even met him.” She paused, and said, “Actually, I was a little disappointed he was there. I was looking forward to my run with Steve and… and I was looking forward to jumping his bones afterward.”

With a little nod, I asked, “Was Chad nice looking?”

“Well, he’s is about the same height and weight with a similar build, as Steve. Where Steve has the black hair, brown eyes and dark complexion of a Native American; Chad,” she shrugged, "he’s not bad looking. Blondish, medium length hair, huh, I think he had brown eyes. He was polite, respectful. Struck me as the intellectual quiet type, studious, focused.”

“An average looking guy with a lot of smarts, huh?”

“Yeah… ’bout right.” She gave me a naughty smile, bounced her eyebrows and said, “His looks might have been average, but that’s about the only thing that was average."

She slipped her hands down between us and squeezing my cock, said, “That, was one aspect of Chad, which was definitely not average, in any way.”

Caressing her pert ass, I teasingly asked, “And how did you discover this?”

Shifting a little, Billie put her right leg over mine and scooted her hips closer. She nestled her head against my neck. Her hands now tenderly caressing, stroking and fondling my cock and balls. She had me fully erect. 

I trickled up and down her butt crack until I was able to rock my index finger in and out of her swampy puss. She was so quiet I would have thought she had fallen asleep, except I could hear gentle, barely audible sighs and feel the tiniest flexing of her hips as she responded to my finger. I kissed the top of her head; she sighed again and snuggled a little closer.

She rustled about a bit and said in a soft voice, “This… this is nice.”

“Yeah, it is…” I pulled her closer.

Looking into my eyes she asked, “Do you remember how we use to ride around in the back seat of… of Bobby and Martha’s old car and I would straddle you?”

“Yeah. I’d hike your dress up, take your panties off if you were wearing any and we’d make love while ridding around Columbia. Bobby would adjust his rearview mirror so he could watch and Martha, hell, she’d just turn in her seat and watch us.”

With a little giggle, she whispered, “The first time I realized they were watching us fuck I was a little embarrassed. Later, it became quite a  turn-on.  And, remember those times I straddled you on your friend Joe’s sofa out in that little cabin in the country?” 

Grinning at the little nymph, I nodded my head replying, “Yeah, I do. I’d strip you naked, so Joe could see how beautiful you were and you’d ride me. And he’d be fucking his girlfriend watching us while we watched them.”

Snickering, she murmured, “Oh fuck, am I glad I was on birth control pills then. We were screwing every chance we got.”

“Yeah. You use to be absolutely obsessive about making sure I was wearing a condom before we had sex. And I believe after you went on the pill and especially after you had a tubal ligation, you were freed from some of your inhibitions, which allowed you to become much more sexually adventurous.” 

She kissed my nose and whispered, “The only real inhibition, I ever really had, was a morbid fear of getting pregnant. And after I had the tubal ligation, hell, I became...”

Smiling, I interrupted her and whispered, “Easy. You always wanted sex and couldn’t say no. Honey, I didn’t mind then and I don't mind now.”

Squawking with laughter, she kissed my nose again, stroked my hard-on and replied, “Okay, I’ll take being called easy over being called a promiscuous slut. And it took me a little while to accept the fact you were okay with my... my fucking around and I love you all the more for it.” 

Laughing, she added, “And, it allows you the freedom to fuck around, too. Anyway, the first time I fucked Chad, I straddled him on our sofa.”

“Tell me.”

“We had a nice run and finished, as usual, at our apartment. I invited both of them in and got them something to drink. I stripped naked, put my running shorts and top in the washer and headed for the shower with Steve, already naked and with a hard-on, followed close behind me.

Nodding, I mumbled, “Your usual routine.”

With a soft giggle, she whispered, “Yeah. Anyway, I heard the bedroom door shut and asked Steve where Chad was. He told me he was waiting for us to ‘do our thing’. It kind of pissed me off.”

Surprised, I looked at Billie, as this was uncharacteristic of Steve, and said, “Pretty rude of him.”

“Exactly! He’s usually so thoughtful of others.” She laughed and said, “I think, Steve was just fucking horny after his trip with Thomas to DC. Neither one of them got any up there.”

With a touch of mirth in her voice, she said, “Anyway, I went back into the living room and,” she laughed, “Chad, had his head back, his shorts down and was… was jerking off!”

Closing her eyes, she shivered and emphatically said, “Oh! Fucking! WOW! When I saw his cock! Honey, I wanted it right then and there! It looked as if it was the twin of yours!”

I snickered and asked, “Was it?”

She nuzzled my ear and whispered with heat, “Damn. Fucking. Close. His eyes were shut and he didn’t know I was there until I knelt down and,” snickering, “took that lovely thing in my hand…”

Laughing, I interrupted her and said, “I bet he jumped a mile!”

Billie bit her lower lip and nodding her head, managed to say, “Oh, fuck! Th… the poor bastard almost shit himself!” 

Taking a deep breath and continued her horny tale, “He recovered pretty quick when he realized it was me, bare-assed naked stroking his cock. I only stopped to help him get his running shoes and shorts off. I then knelt between his legs and started sucking his cock like I was starving. He had a wonderfully arousing, musky male scent. Fuck! I wanted that thing in me!”

Sighing, she murmured, “Honey, his cock reminded me so much of yours. The length, the thickness, the size and texture of the head, the girth of the crown, even… even the taste. I… I wanted it in me. I crawled up, straddled him and guided it in.”

Nuzzling my ear, her breath was warm as she whispered, “I had to work his cock into me the same way I have to do yours. Once I had him all the way in… I… I started riding him hard. I happen to turn my head and… and Steve was watching us. I actually had forgotten about him.”

With a slight chuckle, I asked the horny nymph, “Did he say anything?”

“Not at first, he was grinning though. I told him, ‘Looks like you’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds.’ He laughed and said, ‘Won’t be the first time I’ve gotten sloppy seconds from you nor will it be the last.’ Hearing this set Chad off. He groaned and shot off in me.”

Placing my forehead against hers again, I laughingly said, “And then Steve got his sloppy-seconds.”

“Yep, I took both of them into the bedroom and had Chad lay on the bed sitting up against the headboard. I crawled on all fours up between his legs and started sucking his cock, again. He looked surprised, so I told him, ‘Chad, it’s not the first dick I’ve sucked after its been in a pussy.’”

Wiggling her butt against my hand, she whispered, “I spread my knees as far apart as I could and jacked my butt up, inviting Steve to fuck me. He got behind me, slid his cock in, leaned over playing with my boobs with one hand and started fucking me while flicking my clit with the other.”

She continued to subconsciously increase stroking my cock and fondling my balls as she told me about her morning tryst. I continued stroking her butt and fingering her puss as she rocked and pressed back against my hand. She was enjoying herself, as I was.

Breathing a little heavier, she told me, “Chad was hard, but I didn’t want him cumming yet; I wanted his cock back in my pussy, so I stopped sucking him and rubbed his erection over my face. Steve was really giving it to me hard and I could tell he was going to cum soon. I started really banging back, meeting his thrusts and it worked. He grabbed my hips, slammed into me and started pumping me full of cum.”

My wife softly chortled and in a low voice said, “As soon as Steve finished, I pulled off his cock, crawled up over Chad straddling him, grabbed his dick and slammed down on it. I ground down and started riding him. Steve offered me his cock and I slurped that puppy down. I… I went fucking wild! Honey, I couldn’t get enough! I was slamming down on Chad as hard as I could!”

I chuffed in amusement; Billie usually likes sex slow, deep and gentle. However, every once in a while, she wanted it hard and dirty. I asked, “Did they give you what you wanted?”

She blushed as she told me, “Honey, Chad was holding my hips and thrusting up in me to get as deep as he could and I was fucking him like I was riding a bucking horse. And, Steve was holding my head with both hands fucking my mouth. I… I knew both of them were going to cum soon and, and it wasn’t going to be enough. Oh, fuck! I was wishing, you and," her voice dropped, "Thomas, was here to... to fuck me, too. I’d have done all four of you over and over again.”

Our eyes were locked together; hers were big and round and I felt as if I could fall into them. I asked her, “Would you like to call them and ask them to come back tonight?"

“No." She softly said. “They’re taking Paige out to dinner and then a movie."

Grinning naughtily, I said, “Hell, call ‘em anyway.”

She gently squeezed my nuts and stroked my dick, laughed and said, “I'm sure you'd like to get between Paige’s legs again, but I’d want all three of you guys for myself.” She kissed me.

Holding this petite, physically fit, naked, warm, squirming horny nymph, who was doing amazing things to my cock and balls with her hands, was amazing. I evilly whispered, “Maybe we could have Steve, Chad, Paige, James and Leigh come over tomorrow night and, huh,” bouncing my eyebrows added, "see what happens.” 

Rolling over onto her back she pulled me up on top of her. Whispering in my ear, as she spread her legs, she told me, “James and Leigh are on a hiking trip up in the mountains.”

Rubbing my cock up and down her messy slit, my horny little wife then centered me, wrapped her legs around my hips, rocked her hips and took me in. Kissing the tip of her nose, I settled between her legs and asked, “Is there anyone else you'd like to invite over tomorrow?"

With our foreheads together, I started using long, slow, strokes sawing my cock deep into my wife. I felt, more than heard her snicker, and asked, “What?"

Nuzzling my ear, she lovingly whispered, “Actually, I only want you, now that you're here.”

She was quiet for a moment and said, “We’ve had a lot of fun over the years, haven’t we?”

“Yeah." I whispered back, "From the night we first met.”