Seducing Stephen - Chapter 7 - 'Cindy's Double Date' free porn video

Jim’s demeanor was noticeably different. In the weeks following watching Stephen fuck me, as Jim hid in our closet, my husband was more ‘energized’, almost slightly ‘hyper’.

Before actually watching these events, Jim enjoyed my verbal retelling of my daily activities with my teenage lover; however, it seemed that his vicarious enjoyment had been somewhat ‘indistinct’, or perhaps ‘surreal’. These verbal descriptions, and the fantasies that they induced, were more dreamlike than real.

But now, having witnessed my debauchery in person, these events were now far more real. Jim actually experienced these sights, sounds and, yes, even the scents of my arousal, in ‘real time’ and ‘in person’; and that made my depravity much more ‘tangible’ for him. He was not simply ‘hearing about it’, he had ‘experienced it’.

And, now there was a subtle excitement in Jim’s mood, almost bordering on constant ‘arousal’. It is difficult to describe, but it was clearly noticeable. He just seemed to be ‘energized’. And, this difference was particularly noticeable in his interactions with Stephen…Jim was more ‘engaged’ with him.

Suddenly, I sensed that my husband wanted to ‘befriend’ my young lover, and become his ‘buddy’. I cannot explain it any better than that. It seemed, suddenly, that Jim now viewed Stephen as a ‘true comrade in arms’ in my husband’s constant quest to arouse and stimulate me.

And, truthfully, I found this change ‘unsettling’, and perhaps even threatening.

Prior to my husband’s voyeuristic experience in the closet, everything was ‘under control’. I had my teenage lover fawning over me every afternoon when he got home from school; and, later, my husband hanging on every word of my descriptions every evening in bed. I was the center of two men’s sexual world, and they both worshipped me…but they did so individually, and separately.

Now, suddenly, I feared that a conspiracy of sorts could arise. Yes, I felt slightly threatened at the thought of Jim ‘befriending’ Stephen.

Several times during the weeks following his ‘closet viewing’, Jim went down to Stephen’s basement fortress, often ‘just to check on him’, or ‘see how he is doing’. Each time, they ‘chatted’ for the better part of an hour. This was something my husband had never done before. I was not privy to what Jim and Stephen discussed. Jim was somewhat evasive when I questioned him, but I strongly suspected that my name came up frequently in the course of these conversations.

One morning, after Jim had left for work, Stephen and I were sipping coffee at the kitchen table. “You and Jim seem to be getting along really well these days,” I said, trying to ‘tee up’ the conversation and gain some additional understanding of the extent that the ‘landscape in my home’ was shifting.

“Yeah, it’s a little spooky. At first, I was a bit nervous when he came downstairs. I mean he never does that. I thought, uh oh, what does he know? Did, Cindy tell him something and he’s coming down here to kick my ass. But he was cool. He was just seeing how things were going, making sure that I was not homesick, or anything.”

“And what did you say?”

Stephen got a wry look, actually a smirk on his face and replied, “I told him, naw, everything is great here. I told him that you’ve been really great, making me feel right at home.”

“Oh, you did, did you?” I said, raising one eye brow skeptically.

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to lie to him…would you? You are making me feel ‘right at home’ here, aren’t you?”

“You’re getting a little too cocky, young man. Just a little too sure of yourself,” I admonished playfully.

“I’m only kidding. I actually appreciate Jim reaching out to me. I actually was a little uncomfortable when he first came down to my room…I really didn’t know what was up…but he’s really a pretty cool guy. He asked about school, basketball, my parents, and girls. It was a good talk,” Stephen reflected. “I felt a little guilty when he left.”

“Guilty?”

“Yeah, about us…”

I felt my face redden when Stephen said ‘about us’. I knew that I had not been completely honest with Stephen about Jim’s knowledge, and his approval. Actually, Jim not only approved, he encouraged my trysts. But I certainly understood that from Stephen’s standpoint, it felt like he was betraying Jim.

It was a weird circumstance. In reality, Stephen was far less culpable of any betrayal of my husband than Stephen could possibly understand, but Stephen did not know that. Nor could I tell him.

I did not know precisely how to alleviate his guilt. I certainly couldn’t tell him that there was nothing to feel guilty about, that Jim not only knew about Stephen’s and my ‘affair’, but that Jim actually thoroughly enjoyed watching Stephen fuck me last weekend.

No, all I could say was, “I understand how you feel, but honestly, you are not hurting Jim at all. You are loving someone who he loves. And, you are making me very happy…that can’t be wrong, can it?”

Stephen stared away before responding, “I guess not. And I don’t want to give you up. In fact, I don’t think I could give you up. I’m in love with you, you know.” Stephen paused to let that sink in. “I just don’t want to disrespect Jim, or hurt him either. I have too much respect for him…it’s complicated.”

“I know it is. But you are not disrespecting Jim at all,” I replied, searching for the right words. “And Stephen, I love you too, and I don’t want to give you up either.”

That evening, I broached the subject with Jim. “Stephen and I had an interesting conversation this morning. He is having a bit of a crisis; a crisis of conscience.”

“How so?”

“Well, he is conflicted. He really does like and respect you, but he is fucking your wife…pretty regularly, I might add. Stephen is really a good kid. And he does not want to disrespect you in any way. Thankfully, he also doesn’t want to stop fucking me. Hence the dilemma.”

“Well that is a bit of a sticky wicket, isn’t it?” Jim replied, with a slight irreverence. He paused, thought for a moment, and added, “Seriously, this is a complication. But we can’t very well tell him the truth, can we?”

“Not hardy. I don’t see me saying, ‘Stephen, don’t worry about disrespecting my husband…he knows all about us…not only is he okay with you fucking me senseless, he loves watching from the closet.”

“Yeah, this is one time where the direct, honest approach might not work. I need to be subtle, right?” Jim said with a laugh.

Being subtle was not really in Jim’s ‘wheelhouse’. In fact, I do not remember ever applying that term to describe him during our marriage.

“So, how do we handle this?”

Jim smiled, “Stephen’s birthday is this weekend, right?”

“Yes, he’ll be seventeen on Saturday,” I replied, not really sure where Jim was headed.

“Okay, let’s plan a celebration Saturday evening. We can have dinner at the club. And, you will have two dates, Stephen and me. I will convince him, subtly of course, that not only am I not jealous, but that I really enjoy the attention he pays you. And that I think it is wonderful that you flirt back with him.”

“I don’t know about this. You may end up spooking him,” I said, apprehensively.

“Trust me on this. And follow my lead Saturday. This will be fine.”

On one hand, I knew Jim was right. We needed to let Stephen know that everything was alright. On the other hand, I did not know how we were going to accomplish this without 'tipping our hand' too much.

Saturday arrived before I knew it. Jim had spent some time with Stephen planning out our evening. And while it was Stephen’s birthday celebration, it was clear that the theme of the evening was going to be ‘Cindy’s two dates’. I heard the term ‘Cindy’s dates’, and ‘Cindy’s two dates’ mentioned regularly leading up to Saturday night.

It was clear that Jim was emphasizing that on Stephen’s birthday, I belonged to both of them.

Stephen and I still engaged in our afternoon romps on the days leading up to my ‘double date’, but when I questioned him about what he and Jim were planning for Saturday, he got a little cryptic and secretive. However, what was clear was Jim had successfully abated Stephen’s guilt, at least partially. I guess Stephen surmised that if Jim was complicit in planning Stephen’s ‘double date’ with his wife, then Stephen’s culpability was largely removed.

And, from all the secretive planning going on between these two adorable scallywags, it seemed that Stephen’s seventeenth birthday was going to be a big day indeed. And, I had a sneaking suspicion that Jim hoped that at the end of the evening, I was going to be Stephens ‘birthday surprise’.

It was about 6:15 p.m. on Saturday.  I had just taken luxurious bath, paying particular attention to shaving 'my parts'.  I could feel my heart pounding nervously in my chest and sat, wrapped only in a towel, at my vanity table applying my make-up in preparation for my ‘double date’. I confess, I was taking a little extra time to make sure I looked good for my two men. I was meticulous in applying my green eye shadow, highlighting my large green eyes, and applying my lipstick.

Looking in the mirror, I lowered the towel, exposing my breasts. I liked the reflection I saw. Yes, although I was thirty-eight, I was still a very attractive lady. My ash-blond hair framed a pretty and youthful face. And, while my breasts were small, they were firm, with perky nipples that stood proudly atop my light pink areolas. Jim frequently complimented the ‘perkiness of my nipples’ and the color of my areolas.

I have often been told that I resemble a ‘young Meg Ryan’…Objectively speaking, I think that is a fair assessment.

I selected a dark green satin jumpsuit that came off the shoulders, leaving my shoulders bare. The jumpsuit was clingy and form fitting, and very flattering to my slim figure. The dark green color highlighted my green eyes. I wore heels, which accentuated my butt under the satiny material. At Jim’s insistence, I omitted my strapless bra.

Going braless emphasized the gentle sway of my smallish breasts as I walked; and displayed my perpetually erect nipples quite nicely.  With a bra, the jumpsuit would have been quite flattering and sexy. Sans bra, it bordered on being risqué.

“Jim, I think this si a bit too much,” I protested weakly. “I’m going to feel really awkward, embarrassed actually, if we run into any of our neighbors at dinner.”

“Cindy, you look great. And, your tits look great.  Besides, if we run into any of those old ‘prim and proper’ bitches, fuck ‘em…they’ll just be jealous. And you know, the waiters at the club will love your outfit.”

“Jim, you are incorrigible.” I dropped the subject. I decided that he was right, if any of the ‘Gladys Cravitz’s’ from the neighborhood take exception to the outline of my braless tits under the satiny material, well, just ‘fuck ‘em’. There was nothing obscene or inappropriate about this outfit. And, I did look good.

Jim drove us to dinner at the country club.  Stephen rode in the back of our BMW.  He held the door for me at the club as I got out ofthe car,  I liked that. 

Over dinner, Stephen and Jim joked with each other, and they both flirted with me. Jim made it clear that he was comfortable with Stephen making sexual innuendos directed towards me. Jim referred to me as ‘their girl’ and ‘their date’ throughout the evening.

“Cindy, you look lovely tonight. Doesn’t she look great, Stephen?” Jim prompted.

“She looks absolutely amazing,” Stephen replied enthusiastically. It was clear that he meant it.

“Listen, you two Neanderthals, it’s rude to speak about me in the third person. I’m sitting right here. I appreciate the compliments, but talk to me. You two are supposed to be ‘my dates’, right?” I chastised playfully.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re right. Cindy you look amazing tonight,” Stephen replied, attempting to get back in my good graces.

“Thank you, Stephen. See that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

Jim quipped, “Cindy, as we look at you tonight, I suspect that is the only thing that’s ‘not too hard’, right now.  Right, Stephen?”

“Jim, don’t be a pig. Try to set a good example for Stephen,” I replied, in a lighthearted rebuke. “Stephen, you don’t have to be crude to charm a lady. As my mother always said, ‘crudeness is no substitute for wit’. And, Jim is being crude.”

“Well, he must be pretty charming since he got you to marry him, and you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” Stephen countered.

“Oh, he’s good. Jim, you need to take notes from this young man. Now that is charming. Thank you, Stephen.” I replied, flirtatiously.

I remember sitting at the table, in the country club dining room, surrounded by neighbors and tennis associates, and reflecting silently to myself how incredibly sexy this was; having a romantic birthday dinner, in public, with my two lovers. To anyone observing from afar, this would appear innocent enough. Aside from the fact that my braless nipples were prominently displayed under the clingy green top of my jumpsuit, Jim and I appeared to be just a typical married couple, having an innocent birthday dinner with our teenage boarder.

However, both of my dates knew that there was far more to it than that…and, I knew that both of these men had ejaculated inside me within the past 48 hours; and that we were three lovers. And that knowledge made me feel very sexy, very desirable and very naughty, indeed. And I like feeling sexy, desirable, and naughty…I like it a lot.

We laughed and flirted over dinner. I had just finished my second glass of merlot when Jim asked, “How does it feel having two dates for the evening?”

The wine had me feeling warm and relaxed. I was enjoying this evening.

“It feels wonderful. I feel very spoiled tonight with you two. I feel like a very lucky girl to be escorted with two such handsome and sexy men. Not every girl gets two such dashing beaus. And, I guess it feels a tad decadent…and a tad naughty…having you both flirt with me shamelessly like this…I like it. I think I’ll keep both of you.”

“Yeah some women might think you are ‘over the limit’ being out with two men,” Jim quipped.

“They are just jealous that I have both of you tonight.”

“Stephen, what great insight do you have tonight as you turn seventeen?” Jim asked, engaging Stephen in the conversation.

Stephen smiled, thought for a moment, and replied, “I do not have enough experience to have much insight, but I do feel very lucky to be here with the two of you tonight.”

“Thank you, Stephen. Cindy and I are glad you are with us as well. And I know Cindy loves being the center of attention with both of us fawning over her.” The sexual innuendo of Jim’s comments could not have been lost on Stephen.

Stephen merely replied, “I think she always deserves to be the center of attention. She is pretty much the perfect lady, you know.”

“Thank you, Stephen. That is very sweet. It is not a very accurate assessment; I am a long, long way from being perfect, I hope you realize. Nonetheless, thank you for the compliment.” I placed my hand on his thigh momentarily out of reflex as I spoke, and then removed it. We were in the country club with our friends at adjacent tables, so I really did not need anyone seeing me with my hand on the birthday boy’s thigh.

I was pleased to see that Stephen’s guilt, as well as any discomfort he was experiencing, seems to have been abated, somewhat.

The flirting and shameless compliments continued through dinner and desert.

We returned to the house around 9:30 p.m. Everyone was in good spirits and enjoying each other’s company. My two glasses of wine, and with the constant flattery and flirtations from my lovers, coupled with the subtle naughtiness of dining with two men, both of whom were fucking me regularly, combined to create a mild euphoria for me. I felt relaxed and good; sexy and desirable.

Our sexually charged banter continued.

“Stephen, have you ever seen Casablanca?” Jim asked as we entered the den.

“I don’t think so. What’s it about?”

“It is a great film; a classic; starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Do you know who they are?”

“No sir, I don’t think so.”

Jim laughed loudly, and replied, “well, we’re going to fix that. Every young man needs to see Casablanca. Hell, in a few years, when you’re in college, you’ll be using this movie to score with chicks.”

I saw Stephen blush at this suggestion, but he said nothing.

“Well the film is set in Northern Africa, during World War II, but it is actually a romantic love story…women love it…Ingrid Bergman…you are going to love her, she is gorgeous…she thinks her husband has been killed in the war and she has an affair with Humphrey Bogart, only to later find out that her husband is still alive…but she is in love with both men, and both men love her…it’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

Stephen glanced at me to gauge my reaction, which was rather stone-faced. I was not exactly sure how to react, so I tried hard not to react at all. Jim offered me another glass of merlot and offered Stephen his first beer in celebration of his birthday.

I protested, “Jim, Stephen’s parents expect us to use better judgment than getting their son drunk on his birthday.”

“First of all, offering him a beer is not ‘getting him drunk’; and, if he has a second, or a third, fourth or fifth beer, he is having them in the safety of our home, not on the road with his buddies or someplace where a lot of bad shit could happen; and, it is his birthday tonight.  I think he is now old enough to make this decision for himself.” Jim responded with authority, before continuing, “Stephen, would you like that beer or not? And don’t let Cindy dissuade you from having it if you want to.”

It was ironic, no, actually it was silly, that I was expressing concern about Stephen having a beer in the context of the relationship I had allowed to develop with him. I actually knew it was silly as I was saying it.

Stephen looked at me, to make sure he was not going to get a rebuke from me, and then turned to Jim, “I think I would like a beer.”

“Good man! And you don’t have to stop at one. This is a big night for you, and I am pleased that Cindy and I are here to celebrate it with you.” Jim returned moments later with our drinks and started the movie.

Jim sat in his recliner and Stephen and I shared the couch; however, there was ample room between us. Over the next two hours, Jim kept my wine glass full and replaced Stephen’s beer as frequently as Stephen finished the last one.

As the movie ended, I estimated that I had the equivalent of four or five glasses of merlot during the course of the evening; and Stephen was nursing his fifth beer. Though not drunk, his face sported a smile that revealed a state of bliss brought on by the alcohol.  Stephen's euphoric look was quite cute...adorable actually.  And, I was pretty relaxed and mellow myself; maybe a bit too relaxed.

As the credits rolled at the end of the movie, Jim asked, “So do you think she made the right choice? Or should she have stayed with Bogart?”

I pondered the question for a second, and responded, “She had an impossible choice. She loved both of them. No matter what she chose, she was going to regret giving the other one up. She wanted them both.”

Stephen listened attentively, unsure of precisely where this conversation was headed.

Jim nodded agreement, and added, “Yeah,but the guys both made a mistake too. They should have agreed to share her.”

“Why do you say that?” I was honestly curious to hear his reasoning.

“Well, she wanted both of them; she was in love with both of them. And, they both loved her. She was never going to be happy giving up either of them. She was always going to be longing for the one she gave up. And eventually, she would grow to resent the one she stayed with. If they wanted her, they would have to share her.”

I thought about Jim’s logic before answering. “You may be right, but do you really think two men could share a woman, one woman? Without killing each other? Or her?”

Jim did not hesitate with his answer, “If they really loved her, they would want her to be happy. That is what would be important to them. Besides, a woman is emotionally capable of loving two guys…in fact, she is biologically equipped to handle two guys as well.” Jim chuckled. “Stephen, what do you think? Could two men share one woman?”

“Jim! Don’t be a pig! What do you mean ‘a woman is biologically and emotionally equipped to handle two men’?” I interrupted before Stephen could answer. The alcohol was making me a bit more outspoken than usual.

Jim smiled broadly, “Well, physically, a woman is biologically equipped to accommodate more than one man at once. Men cannot handle more than one woman at a time. Simple geometry.”

“Jim! you are such a pig. I can’t believe you said that.” I just shook my head. I wondered if Stephen could detect the slight slur in my speech. “And emotionally?”

“Women have a capacity to love multiple men; men have trouble loving anybody. If a man finds a woman he truly loves, he should not let the fact that she is also in love with someone else keep him from the one thing in his life that could make him happy.”

“Stephen, what do you think? Do you think two men could love the same woman? And share her?”

Stephen was caught off guard by Jim’s question. “I don’t know; I guess so. It would depend upon the guys, and the woman, I guess.”

Jim finished his beer, and got up to go to the kitchen. He returned with two beers and another glass of wine for me. I set my glass on the end table…I clearly did not need more alcohol.

Jim handed a beer to Stephen before continuing. “Stephen could you share a woman you loved with another man, if the alternative was losing her? “

Stephen was obviously uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation. “I don’t know. It would be kind of weird and all. But if I loved her, I guess I would share. I don’t know. Could you?”

Jim seemed to expect the question and was ready with an answer, “Yes. If I loved her, and if I knew she loved me, I could. If I knew that her involvement with this other guy was not a threat to our relationship and, if I knew that it did not mean that she did not love me…Yes, I think I could share a woman that I truly loved. If that truly was what it took for her to be happy. Yes, I think I could.”

Jim took a long sip of his beer, and then looked at me. “Cindy, have you ever thought that you could get seriously involved with two men at the same time?”

I blushed at the directness of his question. I felt my pulse quicken as I tried to think about my response. I quickly realized that rather than relaxed and euphoric, I was suddenly feeling anxious and nervous. I felt my face grow warm, telling me that a deep crimson was revealing that the conversations was embarrassing me somewhat. I was suddenly aware of my heart throbbing in my chest.

It was clear to me where Jim was headed with this discussion.

I reached for the glass of wine and took a sip, trying to decide how to respond. I knew that the alcohol was influencing my judgment, but I was fairly candid in my answer, “I believe it could happen, but it would have to be two very special men.”

I thought to myself, ‘Jim, you are a very bad boy.’

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.

And, as I left Jim and Stephen alone, I knew I was slipping farther and farther out on the thinning ice as the conversation progressed. I knew that we were gradually approaching a critical junction, a decision point, that I was not ready to cross.

I was nervous and conflicted. However, I did care for both of these men, deeply; of that I was sure.

Despite my apprehension and the internal conflict I was experiencing, I did not object. I knew Jim wanted to share me tonight. And I knew that, in my inebriated state, and in their inebriated state, we were all advancing along the path of Jim’s plan.

And, I also knew, that once they shared me, Stephen would be emboldened to take me even when Jim was home. And, he was going to be staying with us for several more months. If I proceeded with this, I was allowing a bizarre situation to develop in my home; and the thought of this both excited and scared me.

As I returned, I heard Jim saying, “Hell, I know you have a crush on her. Who wouldn’t? She is absolutely perfect, and she is gorgeous. If I were your age, I’d be in love with her too. I am more than twice your age and I am in love with her.”

Jim took another swig of his beer. “And she is crazy about you too.” Jim interrupted his conversation as I entered the room. “Cindy, damn, you look fantastic.”

It was clear they had been discussing me, my emotions towards each of them, as well as Stephen’s infatuation with me.

“Jim are you drunk?” I was trying to figure out how to navigate these dangerous waters. Jim simply ignored my question about his sobriety.

I felt my pulse quicken further, and my nipples grow erect as both men looked at me with a combination of lust and love. I must admit, I enjoyed their lustful and loving gaze. I wanted both of them, and really did not have the strength or desire to stop this train.

“Cindy, I think you should give Stephen a birthday kiss.”

“Jim, behave!” I protested weakly.

Jim turned to Stephen and asked, “Stephen, do you think you deserve a birthday kiss?”

Stephen looked at me questioningly and said, “That would be nice.”

“Cindy, go over and give Stephen his first birthday kiss.”

It was starting. I was being asked to kiss Stephen as Jim watched.

“Jim!” I admonished again. But I stopped short of refusing.  I wanted to do this...

“C’mon Cindy, it’s his birthday,” Jim insisted.

Nervously, I sat next to Stephen. Placing my hands on his face, I gave him a light peck on the lips, not really sure what to do. The kiss was soft and tender, but certainly not intimate. Stephen’s hands remained in his lap.

“Oh, boooooo! Hiss! That is the poorest excuse for a birthday kiss I have ever seen. Stephen is that the type of kiss you were hoping for on your birthday?” Jim demanded.

“Not really.” Stephen responded. He was not exactly sure how to handle this situation.

Jim looked at me and instructed, “Try again, and this time give him a kiss that he will remember.”

I looked Stephen and whispered, “Are you okay with this?”

Stephen smiled nervously. “I don’t know…I guess so.”

Resting my hand on his thigh, I whispered to him, “Stephen, you never have to do anything you don’t want to. You understand that, don’t you?”

Stephen simply nodded, and slowly, tentatively, placed his arms around me, pulling me towards him. We kissed, softly and nervously at first. Then I opened my mouth and gently slipped my tongue between his lips. Stephen responded slowly but began to return the passion, opening his mouth more widely, and accepting my tongue.

My hand rested on his lap. I was pleased to feel his penis throb noticeable against my hand as we kissed. As we necked, I reached down and took his right hand and raised it to my breast. I could feel Stephen’s penis continue to throb against my palm as he began to get aroused despite this surreal situation.

We necked for several minutes, as Stephen gently pulled and teased my nipple through the satin material of my top, as my husband watched silently from across the room. I could feel Stephen’s erection growing and pulsing against my hand. I began to slowly and gently massage his growing erection through the gray wool material of his slacks.

I wanted him…I wanted both my men. My arousal and the alcohol were clouding my judgment, but I was hot and aroused, and I wanted to make Jim’s fantasy a reality. To be honest, it had become my fantasy as well.

I whispered in Stephen’s ear, “I love you. God, you make me feel so good. Would you like to join Jim and me in our bed tonight?”

Stephen looked deeply into my eyes with an affection I cannot describe, and nodded his head as he continued to fondle my breast. I continued to tease his erection through his pants, and said, “Good.” And, kissed him deeply again.

Jim, seeming to know that Stephen had agreed to join our ménage, interrupted Stephen’s and my dance of our tongues, and said, “Could I suggest that we move this birthday celebration into the bedroom?”

I looked at Stephen and asked, “Are you sure that you are up for this?”

He looked at me and nodded silently. He wanted this too, but he was a bit nervous. His apprehension was understandable, and endearing to me.

Stephen looked lovingly into my eyes as he continued to tweak my erect nipple, and replied, “Jim is right, if I love you, and I don’t want to lose you, I better be willing to share you, huh? If Jim is willing to share his wife with me, I’d be a fool to decline this offer.”

I stood up, looked over at my husband, and asked, “So what do you two think you are going to do to me if I allow both of you in my bed tonight?”

Stephen, who was still a bit nervous and awestruck, looked to Jim. Jim took control, “We will service you and please you. We will treat you like the goddess you are; we will adore and worship you all night long.”

“Well that seems like an offer a girl simply cannot refuse. Lead the way, my good men. Lead the way.”

I took Stephen’s hand and started to lead him to my bedroom. Both men looked like someone had ‘pitched a tent’ in the front of their pants. “Oh, my, you two look like you are ready for action. Are those erections for me?”

“They certainly are, Cindy,” Stephen replied as we entered my bedroom.

Jim moved ahead of us and started a fire in the fireplace in our bedroom, while Stephen and I necked standing up at the foot of the bed, until Jim returned and began removing my jumpsuit.

I stood there, posing, wearing only my heels and panties.  I instructed, “I want you two naked as well.”

I remember the next few moments with great amusement. Both men were instantly a flurry of activity, as they tried to shed their clothes as quickly as they could. And in their haste, they wrestled with buttons, belts, shoes, socks and pants pulling off inside out. For the briefest of moments, the sexually charged atmosphere took a comedic turn…the bedroom assumed the temporary air of an old, slapstick comedy routine.

I smiled silently thinking, ‘I’m getting ready to be fucked by the Keystone Kops!’

“Relax, gentlemen…take your time. I am not going anywhere. You have all night. Trust me, I’m not going to change my mind and decide to leave. Now pick up those clothes and fold them up. I will feel much more amorous if the bedroom does not look like a terrorist attack on a clothing store.”

They laughed, complied, picked up their clothes while I watched as I removed my heels, but left my panties in place.

Both men towered over me now. I liked seeing them naked, their erections standing proudly in front of them; while I retained the last vestige of modesty: my pale green panties.

I studied my men carefully, both of whom I loved, their impressive penises straining towards the ceiling. “Stand there for a second,” I instructed. “I want to commit this image to memory…god, you both look good.”

Jim looked good for a 42-year-old man. He was trim and fit. But honestly, Stephen’s 17-year-old body was truly magnificent. There is something about the youthful, muscular build of an athletic 17-year-old that arouses me tremendously.

Both men had wonderful cocks. But Stephen’s was slightly longer, and considerably thicker. And best of all, both erections were mine. Both belonged to me and no one else. I liked having this pair of stallions ready to service me. What girl wouldn’t?

I stood facing my men with my back turned to the gas-log fire in the fireplace. I liked the radiant warmth from the fire on my naked back and panties. I caught my reflection in the mirror, I looked good. My breasts were firm, my nipples erect, and my stomach was flat and taut. Yes, for a 38-year-old MILF, I looked pretty good. It may sound conceited to say this, but the truth is, my reflection in the mirror was a beautiful sight.

“Stephen, would you like to unwrap your birthday gift?” I teased.

Momentarily, he looked confused. “Please remove my panties,” I explained.

Stephen knelt in front of me, as he had many times before, and slowly removed my panties, only this time he did so as my husband watched appreciatively. I balanced myself on his strong shoulders as I stepped out of them. I was naked now.

He stood, and ran his fingers up my inner thighs, slowly moving up to my cleanly shaven pussy. I opened my legs slightly to give him better access.

Jim watched as my teenage lover slowly massaged my erect clitoris, and separated my lips.

Jim approached and turned my slightly, so he could stand behind me and began cupping my breasts pressing his erection into my back, between my shoulder blades. He was too tall to hump my butt as we stood together.

I wrapped my arms around Stephen’s neck, kissing him with a combination of love and passion. Stephen continued to tease my erect clitoris as Jim nuzzled my neck and gently teased my nipples. I rocked my hips to each man’s touch. There is something uniquely intimate about being displayed and touched simultaneously to the two men you love.

This was not simply wanton sex. This was a deeply passionate and emotional experience. I had been fucked before, but this was quite different. I was giving myself, totally and completely, to these two men. Tonight, Stephen and Jim would not only pleasure me, they would own my heart.

“Stephen, would you and Jim take me to bed and make love to me? I want to feel you inside of me while Jim holds me. Would you do that for me?”

Stephen looked deeply into my eyes, nodded, and led me to the bed.

“Jim, would you hold me while Stephen makes love to me? I want you to hold me while he enters me.”

“I would be honored to hold you. Stephen would you do the honors? She is all yours right now,” Jim said, offering his wife to our young guest.

I corrected him, “No, baby, tonight I am both or yours…I belong to both of you tonight.”

Jim positioned himself on the bed, his back propped against the headboard. He positioned me between his outstretched legs, facing Stephen, my back resting on his chest, my head on his shoulder.

Stephen stood at the foot of the bed, his rigid erection straining towards the ceiling.

“Jim, may I taste your wife?” Stephen inquired.

Both Jim and I liked the fact that Stephen asked Jim for permission. “Stephen, I think Cindy would love to be tasted. But I have to warn you, she is awfully sweet down there. It is kind of addictive.”

"I imagine she is,” Stephen replied as he crawled between my legs.

I was impressed. Stephen had the presence of mind to answer Jim as though he had never tasted me before despite both Jim and I knowing that he had.

Stephen did not slip up and say anything that would betray the fact that he and I had been quite intimate previously.

Jim held me tightly, and I clutched his strong arms as Stephen slowly and gently separated the lips of my labia. I looked up at my husband and whispered, “I love you…thank you for sharing me.”

Jim hugged me, and whispered back, “Honey, I am glad to do it…and we have never been with anyone more deserving of sharing in your charms.”

I felt Stephen’s tongue flick across my sensitive clitoris, causing my entire body to quiver slightly, “Oh my, that feels good…Oh baby, he’s eating your wife…”

Stephen began to lick and kiss my clit.  He was experimenting; testing what worked, and what evoked the best response from me. I placed one hand on Stephen’s head, allowing me to signal him where to stimulate me and what to do. I continued to clutch Jim’s arm with my other hand.

Stephen took my erect clit into his mouth and gently sucked it, pulling the blood deeper into the sensitive nub. “Oh baby, that’s perfect. Yes, oh yes. Oh my, that feels so good.” His tongue sent an electric shot of pleasure through me.

“Oh baby, he’s making me so hot, it is so sensitive down there,” I hissed up at my husband.

“Stephen, can you feel my clit growing in your mouth? It feels so huge right now. You are sucking the blood into it. It feels so sensitive.”

Stephen then changed from sucking slowly to sucking harder, more forcefully. “Oh baby, too much, too much. It’s too sensitive.” I arched my hips up against his mouth.

Without my prompting, Stephen’s fingers found my vaginal opening and slowly, parted my lips, penetrating me with his fingers while he continued to suck me. I felt him stretching me open, wide with a circular, massaging motion. God, it felt good. His palm was under his chin, his fingers massaging my twat, as he licked and sucked on my engorged ‘little nubbin’.

I looked up at Jim, “He’s fingering me baby…I think he has two fingers inside me now…he’s going to make your wife cum for you. Fuck, Jim, he’s driving me crazy.”

The combination of him sucking my clit and massaging the front wall of my vagina was too much for me; I could not hold back, I started to cum instantly.

“Oh baby, I’m cumming. He’s making me cum. Damn, I love this. I love you. Hold me baby…Oh Stephen, I love what you do to me…God, I love you both so much…’

Turning my head to Jim, I said, “Kiss me.”

I bucked my hips wildly, pushing my vulva against Stephen’s probing fingers and against the sucking of his lips and tongue. I massaged Stephen’s head with one hand. I sucked Jim’s tongue, while simultaneously moaning loudly into his mouth, as a series of convulsions rocked through my core.

As the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, my sounds became incoherent moans, which were only slightly muffed by my husband’s mouth. But the passion contained in these moans was clearly evident to Stephen and to Jim. Both knew that I was thrashing about uncontrollably experiencing a powerful orgasm.

After several waves of gut-wrenching climaxes, I could not go on.

“I need to stop. Please, I can’t take any more of this. It’s too much.” And I forcefully pushed Stephen’s head away from my pussy, breaking his suction on my clit.

Stephen looked up at me, proudly; very pleased with his ability to drive me to orgasm. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed; his rigid erection was framed by his muscular physique and well sculpted abdomen.

I want to be very clear; my husband has a wonderful penis; it satisfies me very well, But Stephen’s youthful boner was longer, thicker, and honestly, more impressive than Jim’s cock.

“Stephen, your cock looks so hard, it looks like you could break concrete with that thing,” I remarked, somewhat in awe of the sexy image my teenage lover presented me. “I think I’d like you to fuck me now. Would you like that?”

Stephen smiled broadly, and nodded, “Yes ma’am, I would.”

I turned to Jim and said, “Baby, are you going to let him fuck your naughty wife with that big cock of his now? Are you going to hold me while he sticks that huge boner inside me?”

I felt Jim’s cock pulse against my back as I spoke. “That is precisely what I am going to do, honey. I want to see him give you the fucking you deserve.”

“Jim, your wife is going to be very naughty now. She’s going to let her young lover enter her while her husband watches. She is going to let this young stallion fuck her right in front of her husband. You have a very naughty wife…”

I wanted to emphasize to both of my men, that although I loved them both, and belonged to both of them, I remained Jim’s wife. That was never going to change. Stephen might be my lover, but Jim was forever my husband. We all understood that.

I beckoned Stephen to approach me. “Stephen, come fuck me. I want you inside me.”

His erection swayed wildly as he positioned himself between my knees. He lifted my knees, spreading my thighs and began rubbing the thick, bulbous head between my wet lips.

“Stephen, I am really wet, but you still need to enter me slowly, okay? Go slow and let me adjust.” I said as I placed one hand on Stephen’s taut stomach to guide his rate of entry. “Jim, this is a big boy…a very big boy…he’s going to really fill me up. Are you watching this?”

I raised up slightly to position my pussy to accept his thick, firm cock. He slowly penetrated my opening. I could feel the bulbous head pass my outer folds, stretching me opening as it did. I could not have accommodated a thicker erection in my tight pussy. He filled me completely, stretched me a bit, in fact. I could feel him forcing me open, stretching me wide with every inch of his slow penetration.

“God, your erection feels wonderful. You make me feel so full. I love having your cock inside me.” I paused, looked up at Jim and added, “Can you see this, baby? Can you see him wedging his huge cock inside me? He feels good, honey…really good.’

I could feel Jim’s cock throbbing against my back as he held me, telling me that he found my comments about Stephen’s size and girth stimulating, and not threatening…my intent was to excite my husband with a description of how I was being filled, and stretched; not to make him jealous.

Stephen began slowly rocking back and forth, gaining depth with each stroke. I felt my pussy open to accommodate him as he did. He was banging my cervix, deep inside me and rubbing on my g-spot.

“Oh fuck, baby. You are so deep inside me. Damn, Jim, I can feel the head of his cock all the way up here,” I moaned pointing to my abdomen, just below my navel. I wanted Jim to understand just how deep the head of Stephen’s cock was up inside me. My husbands cock arched noticeably against my back as I spoke.

I leaned back against Jim’s chest, stretching my tummy taut. “Jim, look…can you see that? Can you see the outline of his cock pressing on my tummy…look at that, honey…look how deep his cock is inside of me.”

Jim and I watched in utter amazement as the tiny bump appeared just below my navel each time Stephen slowly thrust deep into me, and quickly disappeared as he withdrew.

“Fuck, baby, that is sexy,” Jim exclaimed, his voice cracking with excitement. Looking at Stephen, Jim added, “Damn, son, you are really deep in this lady, aren’t you?”

Stephen grunted a simple ‘Uh huh,” before taking my ankles and raising them up over his shoulders, causing me to slide down on the bed slightly. In this position, my head was now resting in Jim’s lap, and my ass was elevated slightly off the bed, leaving my weight resting on my shoulders. I was totally and completely vulnerable in this position. He was in complete control. He could do whatever he wished with me in this position. I was helpless, and I loved that feeling. I love being completely vulnerable to my man.

Jim voiced his approval, encouraging Stephen, “That’s it, man, fuck her good. Give her the fucking she needs…pound that pussy…give her a good hard fucking…she likes it hard…”

That was all the encouragement Stephen needed. With my ankles resting on his shoulders, my ass off the mattress, my weight resting on my shoulders, and the back of my head pressing against my husband’s throbbing cock, Stephen began to pound my pussy into total submission.

Stephen was plunging into my open pussy more vigorously now. He was pulling all the way out of me, leaving just the tip of his erection at my opening before pounding down with all his force deep into me with violent thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful trust. The feeling of the mixture of pain and pleasure as he violently abused my vagina was indescribable. God this was sexy; he was sexy. I moaned loudly and passionately as he fucked me.

I felt my climax beginning to build. I knew I was going to cum again…my orgasm was imminent.

“Oh, just like that…fuck, just like that”, I moaned, as I arched my back to meet his violent thrusts. “Oh shit…don’t stop…just like that…oh, don’t ever stop…fuck me…you’re gonna make me cum…oh, god, fuck me…fuck me hard…pound that pussy…oh shit, here it comes…”

Stephen thighs were slapping loudly against my upturned ass. Jim was pinching my nipples. My entire body convulsed.

“Cum with me…please cum with me…cum inside me…I want you to cum inside me,” hissed loudly as my body continued to quake in pleasure.

Stephen stiffened, and buried himself deep inside me. I could feel his penis pulsing deep in my vagina as it erupted, spilling his precious seed deep in my womb.

“Jim, he’s cumming inside me…he’s filling me up…give it to me Stephen, give me every drop…cum inside me…please,” I panted.

Pinned as I was, with my legs over his shoulders, I could not reach Stephen to caress him as he came. Instead, I caressed my husband’s hands, which were gently pinching my nipples. I contracted my vagina, repeatedly, clenching at Stephen’s erection, milking it as he ejaculated inside me.

My chest was heaving, and traces of sweat were forming between my breasts.

I clutched my vagina, squeezing his cock once again, “Can you feel me hug you?” I asked Stephen.

“Yes, ma’am…I like it when you do that. It feels really good,” Stephen replied.

“Jim, I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He’s filling me up with ropes and ropes of his sperm. Your wife is a very naughty lady…very naughty, indeed.”

We lay coupled together, in a heap of panting sweat for several moments, trying to regain our senses.

“Stephen, I would love to lie her like this forever, but I think Jim needs some relief now. Would you be a dear, and let my husband fuck me now?”

Stephen smiled and said, “I guess that’s only fair,” as he slowly withdrew. Jim wiggled free, and stood up, leaving me on my back, in the middle of the bed. “And how would you like to take me?” I asked.

“I want you just like that,” Jim replied as he climbed between my legs.

Jim paused momentarily. held my legs up, carefully studying my vagina. I contracted my vagina and squeezed some of Stephen’s semen out. I could feel it oozing from my vaginal opening, slowly seeping down the crack of my ass.

“Do you see what he did to my pussy? Do you see his sperm leaking out of me? Baby, he stretched me all out…do you see how open I am? I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to feel you, I am so open now.”

Jim’s only response was, ‘Oh fuck, baby,” as he positioned himself to enter me.

With Stephen’s semen slowly dripping out of me, Jim’s entry was quite easy…he slid right in. “Baby, can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel his sperm leaking out of me? I am so wide open…he stretched your wife’s little pussy all out of shape.”

Stephen watched with keen interest as Jim slowly slid himself in and out of me. I noticed that Stephen had lost his erection, a rarity when Stephen and I had been together alone. I wondered what complex combination of emotions he was experiencing as he watched my husband slowly fuck me. Could Stephen be experiencing jealousy?

Combined with having just witnessed Stephen making me cum, and feeling my pussy sloppy wet with Stephen’s semen, my verbal description was simply too much for Jim. He barely lasted two minutes before he stiffened and added his semen to the cocktail of sperm in my womb.

Truthfully, I was glad Jim came rather quickly. I was completely satisfied.

With Jim still inside me, I turned to Stephen and suggested, “I would love to sleep between you and Jim tonight, here in my bed…but if you are uncomfortable with that, it is okay…but if you want, I would like you to stay the night…”

“I think I’d like that,” he replied.

Jim withdrew, and rolled over on his back next to me.

“I know it is not terribly romantic, but I suggest we all go brush our teeth, and I need to clean up and remove my make-up. You gentlemen take care of whatever tasks you need to take care of, and we’ll meet back here in five minutes or so, okay?”

“It’s a deal,” Jim replied enthusiastically.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, removing my make-up, and put on an oversized tee-shirt, sans panties. It may not sound as sexy as sleeping naked, but I sleep better in a nightshirt of some sort. And, without panties, I was still quite accessible to my men.

Both men were waiting for me,, still naked standing in the bedroom when I returned. I climbed in between the covers and beckoned to both men. Jim joined me on my left side, Stephen on my right. I kissed both men, and we cuddled for several minutes.

I finally drifted off to sleep, laying on my side, my head resting on Jim’s chest, and Stephen spooning my butt from behind.

I learned two important lessons that night we the three of us shared a bed.

First, both men went to great extremes to avoid touching each other. They each could not keep their hands off of me, but any time they accidentally came in contact with each other, they withdrew their hands, legs, or feet, like they had been given an electrical shock.

I actually found it kind of cute. I had no idea that either of them was so averse to touching another man. Their reluctance to touch each other, even innocently, amuses me to this day.

And second, there is no way to get a good night’s sleep with these two ‘horndogs’ and their perpetual erections. Stephen woke up three times during the night with a raging boner that he felt that he simply had to put someplace. And it seems that I had precisely the spot he needed to put it…

And every time Stephen would fuck me, Jim would get hard, and need to add his seed to the gooey mess in my sore little twat.

By the time 6:00 rolled around, I was sore and exhausted.

I made a mental note to myself, from now on, Stephen returns to his own bedroom after our ‘ménage a trois’.

I simply cannot handle these all-night fuck fests at my age.

But I truly did feel loved and satisfied by these two wonderful males in my life…I wondered silently what the next few months would bring to bear?