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I had just kissed my husband and wished him success on his week-long business trip. After I waved him off, I entered my kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee without having any idea of how this fateful day would turn out.
No sooner than thirty minutes after my husband left, I heard someone knocking insistently on our front door. On my way to answer it, I racked my brain, trying to think of who it could be. My husband and I had recently moved to this town for his new job. We didn’t have any family in the area. As for friends, well, since the move, my housewife's routine hadn’t yet given me time to socialize. My husband only knew a few people at work and from the gym that he had been going to recently.
Peering through the little peephole in the front door, I saw two faces I recognized. Their names were Greg and Harry, two guys my husband had become acquainted with from the gym. I had met them only once before, and only for a few minutes, just long enough to get their names and shake their hands when I was picking up my husband after one of his workouts.
When I opened the door, I saw them both grinning from ear to ear like they were excited about something. Their grins were infectious, and I couldn’t help smiling back at them. They reintroduced themselves, making sure that I remembered them from the one brief moment we met at the gym. I assured them that I remembered, and thinking that they came by to see him, I told them that my husband just left for a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a week.
“We know, that’s why we’re here,” Greg said, his smile widening even further. “Mind if we come in and explain?” Confused and curious over this unexpected visit I let them in, ushering them into the living room.
“So, what brings you both by?” I asked after getting them some water from the kitchen. Again I was looking at two smiling faces. At first, they were friendly smiles, but the more teeth they showed, the less friendly, and the creepier it felt to me. In not yet knowing what they wanted, I was starting to feel like a mouse cornered by two cats.
Taking a long drink of water, Harry began to explain. “Well, you see, Montana, your husband had been talking to us a lot. You know, guy talk. He told us about his… you know… problem.”
I was stunned! I’m sure they noticed by the shocked look on my face. I just couldn’t believe that my husband would tell anyone about such a personal thing. He hardly knew these guys! My husband had a problem called erectile dysfunction, or to put it simply, he was having a problem getting it up. It started about ten months ago, and it got progressively worse. He had a heart condition that prevented him from taking Viagra or other products to help him gain an erection.
We haven’t had sex in nearly eight months. Like I said, this was something very personal to us. I kept it secret from everyone, even my mother. So I was shocked that he felt comfortable enough with these two guys that he had known for less than a month with that type of personal information. Somehow I found my voice.
“But… he… how… why?” I stammered with a torrent of questions that I struggled to get out of my mouth.
“It’s okay,” Greg said, getting up off the couch and coming to sit on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. “It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”
“But I don’t understand why he would tell you two. No offense, but this stuff is very personal to me.”
He set his hand on my shoulder and said, “Calm down, honey.”
Grabbing his glass of water from his other hand I started chugging down large swallows to wet my parched throat so I could speak. “We were going to work through it. It’s just a temporary thing.”
Harry smiled at me from the couch and said, “Your husband trusted us enough to tell us. That means a lot to us and we’re here to help.”
“Help? In what way? Like telling me where to find a good sex ther****t?” I asked as the first thing coming to my mind.
You don’t need a ther****t,” they laughed, “unless you think of us as ther****ts.” Peals of laughter between the two followed, and they were trading mischievous looks.
I was nervous and upset. I calmed their laughter when I shouted, “I think you boys have better start explaining yourselves, or I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. And believe me, my husband will hear about this!”
“Calm down, honey. Your husband has been feeling bad about not being able to satisfy you for a while. And, see, he sent us over to take care of that. Just for a while, just while he’s gone this week. He said that he trusted us to help him out with this problem.”
Now I was twice as confused. Hearing this sent me for a loop. It just didn’t seem possible that my husband would send these two characters over to “help” me with our sex life?! No way! No matter how desperate my husband was in his efforts to keep me sexually satisfied, he would never do something like this!
Greg kept talking and softly rubbing my shoulder to calm me. I wanted to push his hand away but for the fact that it did have a calming effect on me. Greg kept talking, Harry interjected a, “Yeah,” and, “Uh-huh,” now and then as he eventually moved to the other side of my chair and took a seat on the opposite arm from Greg, leaving me seated between the two men. His hand found my other shoulder and between the two of them, I found my tension rapidly easing into something more sensual.
I would have never thought it possible, but as Greg talked, it all just seemed to make sense. Since my husband’s impotency, he was constantly apologizing over it. Greg said my husband understood my needs, and since he was incapable at this time to help alleviate my frustration, he enlisted the two of them to cure the problem. After all, they were the closest friends he had in the area.
The way Greg put it, my husband was desperate to fix the problem. Maybe this was just an act of desperation on my husband’s part to secure our marriage. Maybe my husband was afraid that I would cheat on him and that my unfaithfulness would be hurtful to him. Maybe this was his way of keeping me honest. Thinking about this, I started rolling the idea over in my head as Greg continued talking. It made sense.
As I dwelled on the issue, I was suddenly snapped back to reality as I felt hands on my legs. Looking down I saw Greg’s hand gently rubbing my left thigh, and Harry’s hand was giving my right thigh the same consideration. My first reaction was to jump up and scream. My hands poised above theirs. I was about to stop them before their intentions got out of hand, but I stopped myself instead.
They took my hesitance as a signal to continue and their hands rode higher on my thighs, while their other hands continued to rub my shoulders. I had never felt four hands on me before, even though I was nervous about letting them touch me, I found myself liking this too much to stop them.
I looked back and forth between them. Both men were tall, and muscular from working out at the gym. They weren’t bad looking either. Greg had jet black hair and deep blue eyes. Harry had dark chestnut hair and stormy grey eyes. For a tall slender blonde, I wasn’t that bad either. My husband had a sense of knowing what kind of man I’m attracted to, he caught me looking a couple of times but never said anything to me about it.
These two were definitely in the ballpark, so my husband must have known what he was doing when he picked them out for me. It still blew my mind to think that my husband would be so considerate of my feelings. It would be a shame not to take advantage of his love for me.
Greg was still talking in my left ear when Harry leaned toward me and placed a soft kiss on my neck. It felt strange to be kissed by any other man, other than my husband, and I shivered at the soft touch against my neck that was now covered with goosebumps. Their hands moved up my denim-clad thighs, squeezing my soft flesh, and running their hands between my quivering thighs.
I didn’t know what to think at this point. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the deep upholstery of the recliner as I let them continue. My body was tingling, my heart was pounding, my toes curled into the carpet as my blood began running hot through my veins. My mind was finally made up, I was ready to take that giant leap and give myself up to them. I grabbed the side handle of the recliner and eased it way back.
Two mouths were kissing my hot flesh now, planting kisses on my neck, my ears, and my cheeks. Two hands slid under my t-shirt, reaching for my breasts, clawing at my bra. Two hands loosened my jeans, and those two hands reached into my panties, pushing against my sex.
I didn’t stop them. I relished the sensations, and it was my moans that encouraged them to continue. My eyes were closed when I felt a pair of lips pressing against mine, softly at first, then more insistent, becoming passionate as I felt a tongue slide between my lips. Entwining our tongues, my eyes stayed closed. It was fun not knowing which guy I was kissing.
My eyes opened when I felt their hands pulling up on my t-shirt. I raised a bit to let them pull it over my head. My bra was next to go, leaving my breasts exposed to the chill of the room that made goosebumps on my breasts and turned my nipples into hard little nuggets. I lay back with my breasts fully exposed to both of these men that I have only met once before.
They were still strangers to me. I had these incredibly dirty feelings going on inside of me to be with two men I barely knew in this kind of situation. For the first time in my life, I felt like a slut, and I found myself liking it!
My breath hitched as I felt two warm wet tongues tracing wet circles around my nipples. Their hot breaths flowing across my breasts felt so erotic. They worked as a team and I wondered how many women they had done this to before because they were good at it. They worked together in pulling off my jeans. I helped by lifting my bottom off the chair, making it easier for my jeans to be stripped from my body.
My panties went next, and now I was completely naked from head to toe.
Their eyes were eating me up. They saw everything. I felt vulnerable as they transformed in my mind into two hungry wolves waiting to pounce on me. It didn’t frighten me. On the contrary, it made me feel desirable in my naked skin, skin that was now burning for their touch.
My eyes were open when Greg kissed my lips and I realized he was the excellent kisser who was setting my lips on fire during that first kiss. That meant that it must be Harry who was pushing my legs apart and gliding his tongue along the soft sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Wrapping my arms around Greg’s neck I pulled his muscular form closer to where his hard chest pressed against my soft breasts. I felt Harry’s fingers spreading the lips of my pussy like the opening curtain of a show. Holding my pink curtains open, Harry became the star of the show when he stepped into center stage and his tongue held me breathless as it slithered along my wet slit and came in contact with my swollen clit.
He took my clit between his lips and tortured it with his tongue while he slid one of his fingers into my now dripping sex. Lost in Greg’s arms and his wonderful lips, I was also lost in Harry’s finger, which turned into two, and then three drilling a wider hole into my cunt. I began moaning into Greg’s mouth as Harry’s fingers were driving me wild. Greg grabbed my tit and twisted my nipple, bringing a louder moan from my opened mouth. My hips involuntarily began to dance with Harry’s thrusting hand. His tongue continued flicking across my clit, tickling me in just the right ways.
Our bodies became a jumble, a tangle of flesh roiling about the recliner. They were all over me, going in different directions, each man doing his own thing, driving me senseless. Hands clawed at my skin, turning my flesh pink. Tongues and lips caressed me in all the right places. Greg continued to shower my lips, cheeks, and neck with hot kisses, while Harry kissed his way down my legs to the very ends of my toes and back up again, resuming munching on my pussy.
My body was beginning to sweat, and the juices that Harry missed were now leaking down between the cheeks of my ass. My mind was filled with lustful thoughts. I would love to say that I was thinking about my husband, but to be perfectly honest, I had forgotten that I was married. I was overcome with desire for these two strange men, for the pleasures they were giving me, and the pleasures yet to come.
How easily I turned from an innocent suburban housewife to this unrecognizable woman that I’ve become. With all these carnal thoughts racing through my mind I wondered if I would ever turn back to being that innocent woman again.
Something was happening in my body, those familiar tingles that start in the pit of my belly and grow into an explosive orgasm. It came upon me suddenly, like a wildfire rushing through my body. My back arched, and my hips bucked against Harry’s face. I squeezed his head between my thighs, suffocating him against my cunt as my juices flowed like a river.
Greg and Harry continued their ministrations as wave after wave of pleasurable release coursed through my body, and it went on forever. I have never had an orgasm last this long, but I never had two men taking me there either. When it finally came to an end I looked down at Harry, who did all the grunt work, his smiling wet face looked up from between my legs, and then he went back to cleaning my pussy. He didn’t realize how sensitive I was as his tongue lapped my juices. Within minutes I became fully aroused again and rocketing towards another orgasm.
“Ahhh… Oh, Harry… Yesss! Yesss! Yeaaassssssssssss!” My body arched and my hips jerked, my body exploded into a thousand pieces. I came so hard I pissed a long stream of cum all over Harry’s face. It wasn’t the clear watery cum, it was milky and textured.
Harry looked shocked as he turned his head to Greg and said, “Did you see what she just did?”
I heard Greg chuckle under his breath and then he said, “That’s what happens to a woman when she’s not getting any sex.”
When they lifted me from the recliner I was putty in their arms. Greg held me close to his muscular body as they walked me up the stairs, down the hallway, and into the bedroom. They laid me on the bed, then stepping back for a moment to remove their clothing. Both men had impressive girths. They were both hard and… so tempting.
Harry approached the bed first and laid down next to me. He was on his back, waiting for my hand to wrap around his shaft. They did me, now it was my turn to do them. Moving my head down to the cock that I was gripping I pulled him onto my mouth, gliding my lips down his length. I took all I could without taking it down my throat and began voraciously sucking and bobbing my head. The men shared a chuckle upon seeing my zealousness.
Harry’s cock tasted like raw steak with the added sweetness of his precum leaking into my mouth. I was so into giving Harry the best blowjob I possibly could, I didn’t even notice Greg until I felt his hands gripping my hips, lifting me to kneel, and suddenly split me in two, driving his cock deep into my cunt. He wasn’t gentle about it. I never before squealed with my mouth full of cock, but I did this time.
Unable to stop sucking on Harry’s delicious meat, I continued as Greg began nailing me. My lips were stretched wide over Harry’s cock as Greg fucked me relentlessly from behind. Greg was long enough to reach my cervix. He packed my pussy so tight there wasn’t a vacant spot in me. Greg made sure I got all of it with every thrust, pounding solidly into me, his big hands holding my hips, pulling me back onto his turgid rod.
Harry came without warning. It surprised me and nearly made me gag when his thick, salty semen sprayed the back of my throat, but that sudden shock to my taste buds turned sweet as he filled my cheeks and spread thickly between my tongue and palate. I heard him moan, and groan, spilling his warm, thick pleasure into my mouth, drooling from both corners of my lips, until he was done.
I swallowed several times during his release and kept my mouth moving, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked every last drop of Harry’s delicious cum, using his softening cock to scoop what escaped down my chin and spooned it back to my tongue. I loved the dirty nasty thrill of it all.
Greg, kneeling behind me with his hands on my hips, and his throbbing cock growing thicker running like a hot piston inside my cunt, watched me licking Harry clean, suddenly pulled his cock out of my gaping hole, flipped me over onto my back, and knelt next to my shoulder. He wrapped his hand around my forehead and turned my face toward his glistening cock that he was stroking with the other. He grunted and sent ribbons of cum down upon my lips and cheeks.
I eagerly opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, hoping to catch the torrent of semen aimed at me. His aim was very good, and seeing my mouth opened like a baby bird waiting for the worm, Greg stuck his cock in my mouth until his last squirt.
I dutifully cleaned him up, just as I had Harry, shoveling in what missed my mouth. I must have drunk a pint of semen between the two men. I laid back on the bed, my skin flushed with excitement, savoring a thousand different feelings, my heart still beating wildly inside my chest. I tried not to think about my husband because it dampened what I was feeling, but Greg and Harry were soon taking my mind off of him as they laid on either side of me, rubbing my body, teasing my nipples, fingering my cunt, tugging me back and forth between them as their cocks came back to life. I was a total slut for these two, and I was loving it!
The rest of the week went by in a blur of sexual activities. In the following days, we did everything the three of us could think of. We fucked in every room of the house, in bed, in the shower, on the couch, on the kitchen table, even on my washing machine. It was a new adventure every day, and each day was more exciting than the last. They dropped by every evening after work. Before I knew it, it was Saturday, the day before my husband was coming home.
The three of us were in bed together. I was on my back with my hands cuffed to the bedposts, and Greg was drilling my cunt right after Harry filled me with his cum. Suddenly, we heard, “Honey, I’m home!” It was my husband, home a day early, calling from downstairs.
“Oh shit!” Greg exclaimed. “He’s not supposed to be back until tomorrow!”
My only response was, “huh?”
Greg was off the bed in a flash, grabbing at his clothes. I looked at Harry who was struggling to get his clothes on as fast as Greg. Somewhat confused, I asked them what was going on. To condense Greg’s explanation, it turned out that everything they told me was a lie. Well, not all of it.
My husband had let slip his impotency problem, but that was the only truth. Greg and Harry had cooked up the whole idea after they heard about my husband’s out of town business trip and fed me this wild story of theirs, and I took the bait – hook, line, and sinker.
As I tried to absorb what they were saying as they were racing to get dressed, my husband called out to me again from downstairs. I opened my mouth and just stared at Greg and Harry.
“Thanks for the good time, babe,” Greg called, crawling out the window, following Harry’s quick exit. I heard the crunching sound of my bushes as they jumped off the side to make their escape. A moment later, my husband walked in.
“Honey…” he trailed off, seeing me in my compromising position. He stared at me, I at him. Semen still drying on my cheeks and chin, semen dripping from my pussy, my arms splayed out with my wrists still cuffed to the bedposts, I looked at him – like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
Ohhh… Shit! I had some serious explaining to do!
No sooner than thirty minutes after my husband left, I heard someone knocking insistently on our front door. On my way to answer it, I racked my brain, trying to think of who it could be. My husband and I had recently moved to this town for his new job. We didn’t have any family in the area. As for friends, well, since the move, my housewife's routine hadn’t yet given me time to socialize. My husband only knew a few people at work and from the gym that he had been going to recently.
Peering through the little peephole in the front door, I saw two faces I recognized. Their names were Greg and Harry, two guys my husband had become acquainted with from the gym. I had met them only once before, and only for a few minutes, just long enough to get their names and shake their hands when I was picking up my husband after one of his workouts.
When I opened the door, I saw them both grinning from ear to ear like they were excited about something. Their grins were infectious, and I couldn’t help smiling back at them. They reintroduced themselves, making sure that I remembered them from the one brief moment we met at the gym. I assured them that I remembered, and thinking that they came by to see him, I told them that my husband just left for a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a week.
“We know, that’s why we’re here,” Greg said, his smile widening even further. “Mind if we come in and explain?” Confused and curious over this unexpected visit I let them in, ushering them into the living room.
“So, what brings you both by?” I asked after getting them some water from the kitchen. Again I was looking at two smiling faces. At first, they were friendly smiles, but the more teeth they showed, the less friendly, and the creepier it felt to me. In not yet knowing what they wanted, I was starting to feel like a mouse cornered by two cats.
Taking a long drink of water, Harry began to explain. “Well, you see, Montana, your husband had been talking to us a lot. You know, guy talk. He told us about his… you know… problem.”
I was stunned! I’m sure they noticed by the shocked look on my face. I just couldn’t believe that my husband would tell anyone about such a personal thing. He hardly knew these guys! My husband had a problem called erectile dysfunction, or to put it simply, he was having a problem getting it up. It started about ten months ago, and it got progressively worse. He had a heart condition that prevented him from taking Viagra or other products to help him gain an erection.
We haven’t had sex in nearly eight months. Like I said, this was something very personal to us. I kept it secret from everyone, even my mother. So I was shocked that he felt comfortable enough with these two guys that he had known for less than a month with that type of personal information. Somehow I found my voice.
“But… he… how… why?” I stammered with a torrent of questions that I struggled to get out of my mouth.
“It’s okay,” Greg said, getting up off the couch and coming to sit on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. “It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”
“But I don’t understand why he would tell you two. No offense, but this stuff is very personal to me.”
He set his hand on my shoulder and said, “Calm down, honey.”
Grabbing his glass of water from his other hand I started chugging down large swallows to wet my parched throat so I could speak. “We were going to work through it. It’s just a temporary thing.”
Harry smiled at me from the couch and said, “Your husband trusted us enough to tell us. That means a lot to us and we’re here to help.”
“Help? In what way? Like telling me where to find a good sex ther****t?” I asked as the first thing coming to my mind.
You don’t need a ther****t,” they laughed, “unless you think of us as ther****ts.” Peals of laughter between the two followed, and they were trading mischievous looks.
I was nervous and upset. I calmed their laughter when I shouted, “I think you boys have better start explaining yourselves, or I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. And believe me, my husband will hear about this!”
“Calm down, honey. Your husband has been feeling bad about not being able to satisfy you for a while. And, see, he sent us over to take care of that. Just for a while, just while he’s gone this week. He said that he trusted us to help him out with this problem.”
Now I was twice as confused. Hearing this sent me for a loop. It just didn’t seem possible that my husband would send these two characters over to “help” me with our sex life?! No way! No matter how desperate my husband was in his efforts to keep me sexually satisfied, he would never do something like this!
Greg kept talking and softly rubbing my shoulder to calm me. I wanted to push his hand away but for the fact that it did have a calming effect on me. Greg kept talking, Harry interjected a, “Yeah,” and, “Uh-huh,” now and then as he eventually moved to the other side of my chair and took a seat on the opposite arm from Greg, leaving me seated between the two men. His hand found my other shoulder and between the two of them, I found my tension rapidly easing into something more sensual.
I would have never thought it possible, but as Greg talked, it all just seemed to make sense. Since my husband’s impotency, he was constantly apologizing over it. Greg said my husband understood my needs, and since he was incapable at this time to help alleviate my frustration, he enlisted the two of them to cure the problem. After all, they were the closest friends he had in the area.
The way Greg put it, my husband was desperate to fix the problem. Maybe this was just an act of desperation on my husband’s part to secure our marriage. Maybe my husband was afraid that I would cheat on him and that my unfaithfulness would be hurtful to him. Maybe this was his way of keeping me honest. Thinking about this, I started rolling the idea over in my head as Greg continued talking. It made sense.
As I dwelled on the issue, I was suddenly snapped back to reality as I felt hands on my legs. Looking down I saw Greg’s hand gently rubbing my left thigh, and Harry’s hand was giving my right thigh the same consideration. My first reaction was to jump up and scream. My hands poised above theirs. I was about to stop them before their intentions got out of hand, but I stopped myself instead.
They took my hesitance as a signal to continue and their hands rode higher on my thighs, while their other hands continued to rub my shoulders. I had never felt four hands on me before, even though I was nervous about letting them touch me, I found myself liking this too much to stop them.
I looked back and forth between them. Both men were tall, and muscular from working out at the gym. They weren’t bad looking either. Greg had jet black hair and deep blue eyes. Harry had dark chestnut hair and stormy grey eyes. For a tall slender blonde, I wasn’t that bad either. My husband had a sense of knowing what kind of man I’m attracted to, he caught me looking a couple of times but never said anything to me about it.
These two were definitely in the ballpark, so my husband must have known what he was doing when he picked them out for me. It still blew my mind to think that my husband would be so considerate of my feelings. It would be a shame not to take advantage of his love for me.
Greg was still talking in my left ear when Harry leaned toward me and placed a soft kiss on my neck. It felt strange to be kissed by any other man, other than my husband, and I shivered at the soft touch against my neck that was now covered with goosebumps. Their hands moved up my denim-clad thighs, squeezing my soft flesh, and running their hands between my quivering thighs.
I didn’t know what to think at this point. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the deep upholstery of the recliner as I let them continue. My body was tingling, my heart was pounding, my toes curled into the carpet as my blood began running hot through my veins. My mind was finally made up, I was ready to take that giant leap and give myself up to them. I grabbed the side handle of the recliner and eased it way back.
Two mouths were kissing my hot flesh now, planting kisses on my neck, my ears, and my cheeks. Two hands slid under my t-shirt, reaching for my breasts, clawing at my bra. Two hands loosened my jeans, and those two hands reached into my panties, pushing against my sex.
I didn’t stop them. I relished the sensations, and it was my moans that encouraged them to continue. My eyes were closed when I felt a pair of lips pressing against mine, softly at first, then more insistent, becoming passionate as I felt a tongue slide between my lips. Entwining our tongues, my eyes stayed closed. It was fun not knowing which guy I was kissing.
My eyes opened when I felt their hands pulling up on my t-shirt. I raised a bit to let them pull it over my head. My bra was next to go, leaving my breasts exposed to the chill of the room that made goosebumps on my breasts and turned my nipples into hard little nuggets. I lay back with my breasts fully exposed to both of these men that I have only met once before.
They were still strangers to me. I had these incredibly dirty feelings going on inside of me to be with two men I barely knew in this kind of situation. For the first time in my life, I felt like a slut, and I found myself liking it!
My breath hitched as I felt two warm wet tongues tracing wet circles around my nipples. Their hot breaths flowing across my breasts felt so erotic. They worked as a team and I wondered how many women they had done this to before because they were good at it. They worked together in pulling off my jeans. I helped by lifting my bottom off the chair, making it easier for my jeans to be stripped from my body.
My panties went next, and now I was completely naked from head to toe.
Their eyes were eating me up. They saw everything. I felt vulnerable as they transformed in my mind into two hungry wolves waiting to pounce on me. It didn’t frighten me. On the contrary, it made me feel desirable in my naked skin, skin that was now burning for their touch.
My eyes were open when Greg kissed my lips and I realized he was the excellent kisser who was setting my lips on fire during that first kiss. That meant that it must be Harry who was pushing my legs apart and gliding his tongue along the soft sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Wrapping my arms around Greg’s neck I pulled his muscular form closer to where his hard chest pressed against my soft breasts. I felt Harry’s fingers spreading the lips of my pussy like the opening curtain of a show. Holding my pink curtains open, Harry became the star of the show when he stepped into center stage and his tongue held me breathless as it slithered along my wet slit and came in contact with my swollen clit.
He took my clit between his lips and tortured it with his tongue while he slid one of his fingers into my now dripping sex. Lost in Greg’s arms and his wonderful lips, I was also lost in Harry’s finger, which turned into two, and then three drilling a wider hole into my cunt. I began moaning into Greg’s mouth as Harry’s fingers were driving me wild. Greg grabbed my tit and twisted my nipple, bringing a louder moan from my opened mouth. My hips involuntarily began to dance with Harry’s thrusting hand. His tongue continued flicking across my clit, tickling me in just the right ways.
Our bodies became a jumble, a tangle of flesh roiling about the recliner. They were all over me, going in different directions, each man doing his own thing, driving me senseless. Hands clawed at my skin, turning my flesh pink. Tongues and lips caressed me in all the right places. Greg continued to shower my lips, cheeks, and neck with hot kisses, while Harry kissed his way down my legs to the very ends of my toes and back up again, resuming munching on my pussy.
My body was beginning to sweat, and the juices that Harry missed were now leaking down between the cheeks of my ass. My mind was filled with lustful thoughts. I would love to say that I was thinking about my husband, but to be perfectly honest, I had forgotten that I was married. I was overcome with desire for these two strange men, for the pleasures they were giving me, and the pleasures yet to come.
How easily I turned from an innocent suburban housewife to this unrecognizable woman that I’ve become. With all these carnal thoughts racing through my mind I wondered if I would ever turn back to being that innocent woman again.
Something was happening in my body, those familiar tingles that start in the pit of my belly and grow into an explosive orgasm. It came upon me suddenly, like a wildfire rushing through my body. My back arched, and my hips bucked against Harry’s face. I squeezed his head between my thighs, suffocating him against my cunt as my juices flowed like a river.
Greg and Harry continued their ministrations as wave after wave of pleasurable release coursed through my body, and it went on forever. I have never had an orgasm last this long, but I never had two men taking me there either. When it finally came to an end I looked down at Harry, who did all the grunt work, his smiling wet face looked up from between my legs, and then he went back to cleaning my pussy. He didn’t realize how sensitive I was as his tongue lapped my juices. Within minutes I became fully aroused again and rocketing towards another orgasm.
“Ahhh… Oh, Harry… Yesss! Yesss! Yeaaassssssssssss!” My body arched and my hips jerked, my body exploded into a thousand pieces. I came so hard I pissed a long stream of cum all over Harry’s face. It wasn’t the clear watery cum, it was milky and textured.
Harry looked shocked as he turned his head to Greg and said, “Did you see what she just did?”
I heard Greg chuckle under his breath and then he said, “That’s what happens to a woman when she’s not getting any sex.”
When they lifted me from the recliner I was putty in their arms. Greg held me close to his muscular body as they walked me up the stairs, down the hallway, and into the bedroom. They laid me on the bed, then stepping back for a moment to remove their clothing. Both men had impressive girths. They were both hard and… so tempting.
Harry approached the bed first and laid down next to me. He was on his back, waiting for my hand to wrap around his shaft. They did me, now it was my turn to do them. Moving my head down to the cock that I was gripping I pulled him onto my mouth, gliding my lips down his length. I took all I could without taking it down my throat and began voraciously sucking and bobbing my head. The men shared a chuckle upon seeing my zealousness.
Harry’s cock tasted like raw steak with the added sweetness of his precum leaking into my mouth. I was so into giving Harry the best blowjob I possibly could, I didn’t even notice Greg until I felt his hands gripping my hips, lifting me to kneel, and suddenly split me in two, driving his cock deep into my cunt. He wasn’t gentle about it. I never before squealed with my mouth full of cock, but I did this time.
Unable to stop sucking on Harry’s delicious meat, I continued as Greg began nailing me. My lips were stretched wide over Harry’s cock as Greg fucked me relentlessly from behind. Greg was long enough to reach my cervix. He packed my pussy so tight there wasn’t a vacant spot in me. Greg made sure I got all of it with every thrust, pounding solidly into me, his big hands holding my hips, pulling me back onto his turgid rod.
Harry came without warning. It surprised me and nearly made me gag when his thick, salty semen sprayed the back of my throat, but that sudden shock to my taste buds turned sweet as he filled my cheeks and spread thickly between my tongue and palate. I heard him moan, and groan, spilling his warm, thick pleasure into my mouth, drooling from both corners of my lips, until he was done.
I swallowed several times during his release and kept my mouth moving, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked every last drop of Harry’s delicious cum, using his softening cock to scoop what escaped down my chin and spooned it back to my tongue. I loved the dirty nasty thrill of it all.
Greg, kneeling behind me with his hands on my hips, and his throbbing cock growing thicker running like a hot piston inside my cunt, watched me licking Harry clean, suddenly pulled his cock out of my gaping hole, flipped me over onto my back, and knelt next to my shoulder. He wrapped his hand around my forehead and turned my face toward his glistening cock that he was stroking with the other. He grunted and sent ribbons of cum down upon my lips and cheeks.
I eagerly opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, hoping to catch the torrent of semen aimed at me. His aim was very good, and seeing my mouth opened like a baby bird waiting for the worm, Greg stuck his cock in my mouth until his last squirt.
I dutifully cleaned him up, just as I had Harry, shoveling in what missed my mouth. I must have drunk a pint of semen between the two men. I laid back on the bed, my skin flushed with excitement, savoring a thousand different feelings, my heart still beating wildly inside my chest. I tried not to think about my husband because it dampened what I was feeling, but Greg and Harry were soon taking my mind off of him as they laid on either side of me, rubbing my body, teasing my nipples, fingering my cunt, tugging me back and forth between them as their cocks came back to life. I was a total slut for these two, and I was loving it!
The rest of the week went by in a blur of sexual activities. In the following days, we did everything the three of us could think of. We fucked in every room of the house, in bed, in the shower, on the couch, on the kitchen table, even on my washing machine. It was a new adventure every day, and each day was more exciting than the last. They dropped by every evening after work. Before I knew it, it was Saturday, the day before my husband was coming home.
The three of us were in bed together. I was on my back with my hands cuffed to the bedposts, and Greg was drilling my cunt right after Harry filled me with his cum. Suddenly, we heard, “Honey, I’m home!” It was my husband, home a day early, calling from downstairs.
“Oh shit!” Greg exclaimed. “He’s not supposed to be back until tomorrow!”
My only response was, “huh?”
Greg was off the bed in a flash, grabbing at his clothes. I looked at Harry who was struggling to get his clothes on as fast as Greg. Somewhat confused, I asked them what was going on. To condense Greg’s explanation, it turned out that everything they told me was a lie. Well, not all of it.
My husband had let slip his impotency problem, but that was the only truth. Greg and Harry had cooked up the whole idea after they heard about my husband’s out of town business trip and fed me this wild story of theirs, and I took the bait – hook, line, and sinker.
As I tried to absorb what they were saying as they were racing to get dressed, my husband called out to me again from downstairs. I opened my mouth and just stared at Greg and Harry.
“Thanks for the good time, babe,” Greg called, crawling out the window, following Harry’s quick exit. I heard the crunching sound of my bushes as they jumped off the side to make their escape. A moment later, my husband walked in.
“Honey…” he trailed off, seeing me in my compromising position. He stared at me, I at him. Semen still drying on my cheeks and chin, semen dripping from my pussy, my arms splayed out with my wrists still cuffed to the bedposts, I looked at him – like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
Ohhh… Shit! I had some serious explaining to do!
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