Loading...Nervous! He asks me if I’m nervous. Of course I’m nervous! Wouldn’t you be?
“A little, Kevin,” I tell my husband.
“But you’re going to go through with it, right?”
“Probably,” I admit. If he only knew. I can’t wait for this, for the past two weeks I’ve thought of little else. Affairs are one thing, this will be something altogether different, it seems to me.
Sex has always been an important part of my life, since the moment I first kissed a boy, over forty years ago. I let a classmate have me when I was a Junior, and from then to the time I got married in my twenty-seventh year a week rarely went by when I didn’t get some. Oh, I wasn’t a slut. Except for a couple of times, I was ‘faithful’ to the guy I was dating. And it wasn’t weird stuff, no bondage or group sex or anything like that, just the simple pleasure of me and one guy, hopefully in a nice soft bed or couch or maybe the floor, I’m sort of a vanilla girl when it comes to that. But only once did I get to a point where I didn’t crave the feeling of a man’s chest on mine, my legs surrounding him.
“I told Lou you liked vodka and tonic,” Kevin says.
“That’s nice, I could use a drink.”
Boy, can I use a drink. I’m a wreck inside. Thinking about what’s going to happen has my heart pounding, my mouth’s got a cottony coating. I remember the old feelings, what it’s like to be aroused by a stranger. And I haven’t even met this man yet!
When I first met Kevin I was in a relationship, and he understood when he first asked me out on a date that I just couldn’t. But a couple of weeks later I found out my boyfriend was dating another girl, and since he wasn’t the end all to me, I phoned Kevin and told him he could take me to dinner. I was coy, that first night, I let him into my apartment and we made out, but I didn’t let him past second base. The next two dates, either, but the fourth date, wow! What really impressed me was that he didn’t try to get up in the middle of the night and sneak out, in fact he took me to breakfast the next morning. And that was that. We were engaged in three months, we moved in together, the wedding a year and seven months later was a blast, the honeymoon in the Virgin Islands was everything you could hope for, we didn’t even get sunburned.
“Are you still looking forward to this, honey?” I ask.
“I think it’ll be a lot of fun.”
We went through all the vexations of marriage. The first couple of years were great, buying a house, worrying about money, finding out we were pregnant. The decisions about sex went from let’s-do-it-now! to i-could-be-up-for-it to are-you-too-tired, but once we got in the sack it almost always went up to fantastic. Then we had little Elizabeth, and I got postpartum depression, and for the first time in my life I didn’t really crave sex. After I got over the pain – both physical and emotional – I’d let Kevin make love to me, but my head wasn’t in it. Orgasms were non-existent, Kevin never complained, but he was surly sometimes. Maybe that’s when he had his first affair, I’m not sure. In fairness, I’m not positive that he’s ever had an affair, I’ve never ‘caught’ him, not that I ever tried to. But if he did have a girl on the side, I wouldn’t have blamed him. Perhaps he’s had more affairs since.
But we got out of that cycle when I met John. He was single, in his mid-twenties, ray-bans and a t-shirt under a sports coat, he played saxophone in a band on the weekends. We met while I was browsing in this little second-hand shop, less than an hour later I was in his bed, having a great orgasm. I knew John had other women, but I really didn’t care. Whenever I could get away, he gave me exactly what I wanted, which was mainly a firm penis. It was never more than sex, and I never wanted to stay longer than an hour or two, but those ninety minutes were heavenly.
This helped in bed with Kevin, not surprisingly. He recognized my renewed interest in the ancient sport, he got his mother to baby sit one weekend, we headed for a hotel, didn’t come out of the room except to eat. A couple of years later, after I had little Steve, I never let it get to the problems we had after Elizabeth, if sex wasn’t the main goal in life it was at least an important part. A few months after it started, my affair with John was pretty much over, although we got together three or four times in the next year.
“You look very nice,” Kevin compliments.
‘I do,’ I thought. My shoulder length blond hair had been cut and colored that very morning, along with a manicure and pedicure. I spent nearly forty minutes on my makeup. I’m wearing a v-neck sheath in black and white, hem to my knees, black heels, stockings, silver earrings and bracelet and my signature rings, five including my engagement and wedding ring.
“Thank you,” I respond. “You think Lou will like me?”
“I’m sure he will. When I sent him a picture of you, he couldn’t say enough about it.”
After Steve was born, we became the perfect nuclear family, mom, dad, two kids, dog, cat, soccer practice, piano lessons, high school sports, we got them both through a bachelor’s degree.
Then it got boring. I had a nice career, so did Kevin, we had friends and hobbies and a beautiful house, but my life was devoid without the kids.
‘What would Gabe think,’ I wonder to myself, ‘if he could see me right now, if he knew what I was planning on doing tonight. Would he be pleased for me, or would he be upset?’
I’m not the first empty-nester to try to fix my doldrums with an affair, won’t be the last. Gabe is a man who works in my building, we met in the elevator. The attraction was immediate, but with both of us being married, we resisted for the longest time. Lunches, after-work cocktails, we understood what we wanted, and then, one week when Kevin was out of town, I suggested we head to a hotel. That first time was amazing, for the next few months we couldn’t wait to get at each other. Of course we discussed how nice it would be if we could get rid of our spouses, live together, but neither of us were really unsatisfied with our lives, and so we just continued seeing each other as opportunities arose. Our relationship has been going on for four years, sometimes we see each other three or four times a month, sometimes we go months at a time without any sexual contact, it depends on the opportunities. One time, we’d both lied to our spouses, took off for a weekend, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.
I feel no guilt about my affair. If Kevin has figured it out, he’s never mentioned it. And there’s been plenty of opportunity for his own trysts, if he tells me he wants to go on a fishing trip I encourage him, if he comes home late at night I don’t pry too much if the explanation is less than candid.
But Gabe is another kink in the back of my mind. If I told him, would he be possessive, or encouraging? I don’t know.
“If you decide you don’t want me to do this,” I offer, “I’ll be happy to stop. Just say the word.”
A few months back, while we were coming home from a party, Kevin asked me about some of the men there, if I found them interesting. I gave a bland answer, although one of them was very attractive; I wasn’t about to let Kevin know that, though. And then he said, ‘I wouldn’t mind if you had an affair.’
‘Oh, I could never do that,’ I remember answering, a pure lie. And then I said, ‘Do you want to have an affair?’
‘Not really. But I think about you being with another man.’ This started a long discussion, I admitted that sometimes I fantasized about having sex with someone else, since we were in bed at the time I knew he was encouraged by that. The conversation that night ended in a non-decision, I remained cautious, and that only brought up other nights, more bed-time chats.
In my heart, I loved the idea. I’d heard about swinging, and hotwifes, and I knew that if Kevin gave me the okay, Gabe wouldn’t be the last guy I was ever in bed with. In fact, I fantasized a future of threesomes and foursomes and orgies. But I knew I had to handle it gently, if Kevin found out I wanted to become a wench in my mid-fifties, he might not be as joyful as if it remained a fantasy.
I, of course, asked him if he wanted a woman, told him it wouldn’t bother me if he did, his reaction was that down the line, maybe, but his first thought was to see me in the sack with somebody else. And, it turned out, he really meant ‘see.’ His dream is to actually be there in the room, watch me as I get naked with another man, do what comes naturally.
This request threw me. I like porn as much as the next woman, I enjoy a good sexy movie, I’m not a prude when it comes to nude scenes, particularly when the man’s genitals are displayed. But do I want to be the star in an explicit film? Do I want someone, Kevin or anyone else, to watch me as I perform erotic acts? I’m still unsure, but in the end my decision is to try it, see if I like it.
Even after I reluctantly (at least I hope Kevin saw it that way,) agreed to help him fulfill his fantasy, I still wasn’t absolutely sure. I worried, of course, what would happen to our marriage if Kevin really knew I was making love to somebody else. Talk is one thing, action is another, you don’t know how some things are going to go until after you do it, and then it’s too late. Kevin kept reassuring me, kept telling me he’d still love me, and so after five or six months, I finally threw the ball back at him. I told him that, yes, I’d have a one-night stand and yes, he could watch me, but only if he found the guy. I told him I needed to see a picture, and then I left him to his pursuit. I figured if I called his bluff, maybe nothing would happen and we’d go back to whatever we were, or maybe I’d wind up getting laid, but either way, Kevin could never say I didn’t give him the chance, or blame me for the result.
“No,” Kevin tells me, “I’m ready for this. I want you to do it!”
About ten days after I threw the gauntlet down, Kevin came back to me with information on the man he proposed was going to be my new lover. His name is Lou, he’s our age, handsome with short grey hair, blue eyes. A naked picture of him showed a couple of extra pounds, but nothing obscene, the genitals were erect, of sufficient length. Kevin asked me if I wanted to talk to him on the phone, I told him it wasn’t necessary, and we set up a Saturday night, since Lou is divorced it’s going to be at his house.
“Is there anything in particular you want me to do?” I ask.
“Anything you want will be fine. Enjoy yourself, don’t worry about me.” I wonder what that means. If I become aggressive, will Kevin be upset, or will he think it’s neat? I’m finding there’s a fine line I need to walk, between enjoying myself, making sure that Lou has a good time, and making sure that Kevin’s satisfied and not overly jealous.
After fifteen minutes in the car, Kevin pulls into the parking lot of a townhouse complex, neat rows of brick co-ops, nice landscaping. “That’s it, there,” Kevin points to a door. I’m still a little wary of the fact that Kevin has decided we don’t need to bring a bottle of wine or a dessert, but I giggle when I remember his response, ‘I’m bringing you for him, isn’t that enough?’
We walk to the door, I ring the bell. After a couple of moments we hear footsteps and then the door opens, I see Lou for the first time. He’s even better looking than the picture, three inches taller than I, even in my heels, an unspoken air of authority about him, tailored slacks, button down shirt. He gazes at me, first into my face, which I appreciate, then down to my cleavage. I watch him take in the exposed skin popping out of my dress, then down to my legs, wrapped in nylon. I wonder if he’ll like the pattern at the top when he sees it.
“You must be Lisbeth and Kevin, right?”
“We are,” Kevin answers.
“Well, come in.” Kevin motions me in first, and Lou and I have our first awkward moment. Do we shake hands? I decide to go one better, I lean into him, place a hand behind his collar, caress his cheek with my lips. “It’s nice to meet you,” I softly say into his ear. I feel a rush of warmth as my bosom meets his chest, wonder that soon, hopefully, we’ll be this way without the hindrance of clothing. I find I want to be bold, I’m impatient now that I’m in the lair. As the cliche goes, I want it bad.
I move in, and while the men are shaking hands, I scan the environs. We’re in a foyer, off-white and sterile. Lou says, “Go on up,” and I traipse up the half flight of stairs, I bet Lou’s watching my ass. I lead into the living area, beige carpet, grey traditional sofa, matching armchair, large flat-screen. The end tables and a couple of bookcases are inexpensive dark painted wood. There’s a couple of awards on the shelves, some contemporary art on the walls, pictures of two young men, probably his sons. In the dusky light outside, I spy a patio, woods.
“Welcome,” Lou says, “can I get you guys a drink?”
“Do you have wine?” I ask.
“Sure. White or red?”
“White, if it’s open.”
“It will be soon.” Kevin requests a beer.
While Lou goes into the kitchen, I talk to him through the breakfast bar window. “Have you been here long?”
“Just a couple of months, I moved here right after we agreed to divorce. It’s not final, yet, but everything’s decided. We’re just waiting for the lawyers to do their slight of hand. I guess you can tell, huh? I needed some furniture, don’t know how long I’m going to be here, decided not to spend a fortune.”
“It could use some color,” I remark.
“A woman’s touch, ‘eh? Something that’s sadly lacking.”
I accept my wine, our fingers linger, he gazes intently into my eyes. “If you don’t mind my asking,” I query, “why did you divorce?”
“It was a long time coming. We stayed together for the kids, until finally the guys told us we were so unhappy that we should just split up. I’m trying to do right by her, she’s staying in the house, it shouldn’t be too bad on the finances. We both had a couple of affairs in the last few years, but that wasn’t what caused the problems, they were just a symptom. We just don’t much like each other anymore.”
“I’m sorry.”
He came back into the living room, Kevin and I sat on the sofa, Lou took the easy chair. “Thanks. How long have you two been together?”
I let Kevin take this one, try to make him feel a part of the group.
“It’ll be thirty next year.”
“I don’t believe it,” Lou remarks, staring at my body. “What did you do, get married in high school?” I know the compliment is a sham, but I feel enlivened by it nonetheless. I can tell Lou is interested in me, in what I’ve got for him, and the feeling is shared. “Any kids?”
“Two,” Kevin goes on, “A girl who’s married to a lawyer in Louisville, a son that’s got a job in tech on the west coast. You?”
“Two boys, Jake’s at Ohio State, Jim’s a senior in high school.”
The conversation continues, Lou is a logistics manager at a hospital, he likes golf and tennis, is thinking about joining a gym. “That’s a good place to meet girls,” I prod.
“I’m nowhere close to being in a place where I could be fair to a girlfriend,” he denies, and yet from the way he is mentally undressing me, I can tell that if he doesn’t want a girlfriend, he still wants a girl.
We give him our vital statistics, how we’ve taken a few classes from Arthur Murray and want to get into it more, that I like to garden, we both enjoy jazz. The conversation begins to drag, we all know why we we’re here, but it isn’t clear how to move the action along.
“So, Lou,” I say, “I wasn’t much of a part of this, how did you find out we were looking?”
“Oh, hasn’t Kevin told you? I put up a profile on Adult Friend Finder a couple of months ago. I didn’t get much action, of course, an old fart like me can’t expect much. Some pros, of course, trolling. The messages and IMs I sent out were mostly ignored, the ones that responded were pretty weird. When I saw you guys get online, I sent out a message, and I guess it was you, Kevin, that responded.”
“We went back and forth a little bit,” Kevin continued, “and Lou seemed like a nice guy. So I showed you his info, and then I told him we were interested, and he invited us over.”
“How did you get involved in this?” Lou asks, “How long have you been active?”
“Don’t you know?” I giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Apparently, Lou thinks we’re old hands at this. “This is our first time, Lou.”
“Really! Well I feel very lucky then.” My glass is empty, Lou says, “Let me get you a refill.”
While he heads for the kitchen, I whisper to Kevin, “Why don’t you move over to the chair, honey, let Lou sit next to me?” Kevin gets the message, and while I wait for Lou to come back, I start feeling it.
Lou sits down, leaving a polite gap between our bodies, I lean across Lou, pick a piece of cheese from a plate on the end table. My hair is in his face, I make sure my breast brushes his arm. When I sit back, our hips are only inches apart.
“So, Lou, do you find me attractive?” I fish.
A blush rises to his cheek, a gleam enters his eye. “Quite a bit,” he replies. “I like your hair.”
“You should feel how soft it is then.” It takes him a couple of beats to figure out it’s okay, and then his hand is at the back of my neck, the first time he touches me. I half turn towards him, offering myself. He places his fingers on my cheek. I feel the urge rise in me, my heart seems to be jumping out of my chest, my mouth is suddenly dusty, I feel heat in my panties.
He bends to me, I raise my lips, our mouths meet. At first he’s indecisive, our lips are closed. Then I feel a change in the current, as if he’d decided whatever it is we’re doing is okay, his tongue edges between my lips, touches my teeth, and I open to him. We test each other orally, our tongues advance then retreat, there’s a little nibble on my lower lip. I recline a bit backwards, he follows, his torso approaches mine. His lips go to my neck, I open my eyes and gaze at Kevin, who’s watching us intently. I smile to him, he catches my expression and gives me the thumbs up gesture.
I go back to caring about Lou. I place a palm on his head, pull it down, his lips are at the exposed fleshy tops of my breasts, I suddenly feel his right hand at my rib cage, with my free hand I bring it up, we hit second base. I let him feel me up, he finds my nipple through the dress and bra, I sense those little jolts. My hand finds his knee, I head for his thigh. How far do I want to go, I wonder, and stop inches from the focal point. I feel his hand at my back, the zipper is tugged, it needs a hand to steady it.
“Would we be more comfortable,” I ask, loud enough for Kevin to hear, “in the bedroom?”
“That’s a good idea,” Lou assents, and a glance at Kevin lets me know he’s in agreement as well. “It’s upstairs.”
We rise, I take Lou’s hand and lead the way, Kevin’s footsteps give away the fact that he’s following us to the conjugal chamber. The upstairs hall has three doors, I can see the master bedroom straight ahead, a queen size mattress enclosed in sheets, no bedspread. Like the first floor, this room could use embellishment, but I’m not here to be an interior decorator, I’ve got much more intimate ambitions. I stop just before the bed, plea, “Unzip me, would you please?” and I feel a tug, the sound of a zipper. I turn to my new man, wriggle and the fabric falls from my shoulders to the floor. I’m in black bra and panties, lace covering the tops of my breasts and hips, nothing but sheer nylon to the sides of my torso and rear. I step back, let Lou take a good look at my outfit then approach him, undo each button of his shirt lazily, and when he’s unfettered, I whisk the garment away.
I press myself into him and we kiss, his hand at my back and after a few seconds on my ass, pulling my stomach to his groin. There’s a straight chair that Lou obviously uses to dress himself, Kevin sits upon it. I back up, pulling Lou with me, and I sit on the bed. My head is at the height of Lou’s chest, pleasantly covered with just enough fur, and while my tongue plays with his nipple, my hands are unclasping his pants and pulling them down. He takes a moment to kick them off, and then I spy a lump beneath the stark white boxers. My hand investigates the bulge, it’s the consistency of a soft rubber ball, yielding to my massage, a promise that with encouragement, it will solidify.
But I don’t want to go there, quite yet, Lou’s hands are full of my teats, so I reach behind me, unclasp the bra, and suddenly Lou’s palms are full of my naked globes. I smile up at him, he pinches my nipple softly, I get that nice little tingle. I wriggle around, I’m lying on my back, Lou is beside me, facing me.
“Are you all right, Kevin?”
“Just fine,” he murmurs in an octave two below his normal. I can tell just from his voice that he’s fascinated by the scene. I drag Lou to me again, we kiss, my bosom is handled, my nipples pinched, and then Lou lowers himself, he’s adoring my breasts. First one is licked, then the other, and I start to intensely heat up. One of Lou’s hands rambles across my stomach, and then he’s at the top of my panties, lower still to the middle of my thighs, and I spread my legs a bit, I want Lou to touch me. Soon a finger is resting on the scanty fabric, the only thing stopping him from feeling my completeness. He rubs, lightly, and I have a pleasurable sensation. He’s at the elastic between my legs, I know that in a moment he’ll push it to the side, I’ll be exposed.
“Is it all right,” I ask, “if Lou takes my panties off?” I want to make Kevin a part of this, include him in this carnal feast, for that’s why we came, isn’t it?
“It’s fine with me.” He’s enthusiastic, from his tone I don’t think there’s any regret at all.
“You heard the man,” I tell Lou, and I feel the lingerie being pulled down, the nylons stripped from my legs as well, in a moment I’m completely exposed to both of the men in the room.
‘Does he like my pubic hair?’ I wonder. It’s trimmed to a three inch strip, just an inch wide, and between my legs I know there are no stray hairs to irritate vision or fingers or tongue or, when it comes to that, his penis. Lou uses his hands to spread my legs apart, and when I’m stretched to his desire, a finger dips inside me. I delight in it, that incursion into my most tender area. I sense I’m wet enough, and he begins a complicated little dance with his fingers, a poke inside, a massage of my lips, a discovery of my clit. I can feel my breaths hasten, I concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that I’m being given.
“His finger is inside me, dear.”
“I know, I can see. Is it good?”
“Oh, yes . . . oh, Yes.” I’m in that mood that isn’t an orgasm but is a palpation of my vagina, my nipples, my heart. Lou spends a few moments at this movement, and then he bends, his lips are at my opening, licking my natural moisture, rubbing my clit. The sensations become stronger, I know I’m not there yet, but where ever I am, I like it, and I want to go further. And yet, Lou is just a bit off in that department. When he licks, he’s just a bit rough. I can feel the stubble of his cheeks on the inside of my thigh. I wish he’d use his finger right now, in addition to his tongue. Ah, well.
I move myself, tug at the elastic of his waistband, pull the boxers off. Lou’s penis isn’t at it’s best yet, still a little soft, and the brown hair is speckled with strands of white. That’s not a problem, just a trait he shares with Kevin and Gabe, my other lovers. I fondle the shaft softly, discover he’s circumcised, his size is similar to Kevin, a little shorter than Gabe. It should be fine, I feel.
We slide around on the bed, now Lou’s got his back to the headboard, half sitting. I kneel to his side, with my left hand I stroke his chest, I use the other to point the wand straight up. I dip, and quickly close in on the organ with my mouth. My bangs are drooping into my eyes, I can’t see my husband, but I know he’s watching, I wonder if he’s enjoying the vision of me swallowing Lou’s cock. It tastes clean, he must have taken a shower just before we arrived, and the clear liquid escaping from the tip tastes mild, just a light hint of sourness. I bob my head up and down, first going just half way down the stem, pulling back up, sucking on the head, feeling the crease with my tongue. I go back down again, already Lou is firmer, I can tell he likes the work I’m doing. I go a little faster, up and down, up and down, each time I dip I see just how far I can go until the tip hits the back of my throat, I don’t want to choke. When I finally feel that happen, I keep just a bit of the penis in my mouth, circle the head with my tongue. The pre-cum is flowing faster now, I lick it, let it coat my mouth.
I let the tool escape, take a moment to check out Kevin. His eyes are wide, he’s got a silly grin on his face, I know he likes the spectacle of me giving a blow job to another man. I smile at him, then start to lick Lou’s sack, tight and rounded. I suck on it, grip the testicles in my mouth gently, feel the hardness of the nuts within the skin. A little jump of the penis lets me know Lou enjoys this, and I do it a couple of times more.
Oops! I can feel a hair stuck to the roof of my mouth, back near the throat, I stop what I’m doing to try to cough it out. When that doesn’t work, I use an index finger to pull it out. “Are you okay?” Lou asks.
“I’m fine, just a hair,” I explain. Rather than go through that again, I go back to sucking on the peter. Lou’s about as hard as he’s going to get now, after a few moments I can feel the manliness start to twitch, I know if I keep going I’m going to get a mouthful of sperm, I don’t want that.
I stop, we lie facing each other, start kissing again, deep thrusts of our tongues, I know exactly what Lou wants to do now. His hands are running over my breasts, then he dips his head, he’s licking my nipples, biting them a little, it’s pleasant, I like it. His hand traverses down to my clit again, rubs it, I feel the jolts start again, when he puts a finger inside me, I groan in pleasure.
“Would you mind going down on me again?” I beg, he starts to move, I put my back against the headboard, spread my knees, Lou lies on his stomach, his head is between my thighs, his tongue is right there. He pulls the smooth skin of my labia back, my clit is completely exposed, Lou starts licking.
I check Kevin again. His face is impassive, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. But his eyes are focused on my groin, he’s watching Lou’s oral efforts. “You okay, honey?”
“Yeah, just fine.”
I catch his eye, mouth, ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I really don’t want to, I want Lou to screw the hell out of me, but if Kevin’s not cool with it, it’s better to halt it now. I have to wordlessly ask a couple of times until he understands, but then he smiles, gives me the thumb up again.
Lou seems to be better at it this time, I spread my legs as far as possible, he’s got his tongue a couple of inches inside me, screwing me with it, and then when he goes back to my clit, I suddenly feel the warmth. I close my eyes, let the sensation rush over me. I feel it in the back of my neck, the inside of my knees, in my breast, and, most intensely, in the inside of my tunnel. I’m so close now I feel I can reach out and grab it, and I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be.
I push Lou’s head away and flow down the bed, Lou rises up, his hands are on either side of my shoulders, holding him up, and I reach down, hold the firm bulge of muscle in my hand, as Lou pushes towards me, I say, “Do it!” more for Kevin’s benefit than anything else, and I feel the loose skin part, I’m being filled with Lou’s manhood.
I smile up at him, let him know it’s good, we begin to thrust our pelvises together. Lou bends to kiss me, I hold him against me, my nipples are being rubbed by his chest, and inside my tunnel, sensations are running rampant.
He’s stroking within me, I can feel the deep plunges, and I close my eyes, let the frenzy arrive. I grade my orgasms on the colors I see, a nice little one is blue and green, a hot one is flaming orange, this one is a fiery pink, with tinges of indigo to the sides. I tense, I know my fingers are digging into Lou’s back, my toes are curling, I bring my legs up, encircle Lou’s hips. I love it when he pushes faster, and I hear a high squeak emerge from my lips. For a few seconds I forget about Lou, about Kevin, about anything except the blessed palpitations crawling all over my body. Then the colors fade, I see aqua and steel blue, and then it’s over, all except for the continuing twitches of my arm and leg muscles.
I open my eyes, a quick glance to the side shows me that Kevin has his mouth wide, sucking air, I know he’s loving this live, homemade pornography. Lou has his eyes closed, he’s continuing to thrust deep inside me, and I let my feet return to the mattress, use my legs to help my groin meet his, tense the vaginal muscles as I’ve taught myself in Kegel. Lou’s close, I can see, his breath exploding everytime he pulses into my depths, and I listen to him bellow, “I’m going to come!”
“Yes!” I respond, and there’s a sudden change in the texture of the penis inside of me, it isn’t less firm, but I sense it’s more pliable, somehow, and I hear Lou’s grunts, timed with the quick movements he’s controlling, and I relish that my cervix is being flooded with Lou’s semen. I hold him through his thrusts, wait until he appeases himself, sense the tenseness leave the large muscles of his biceps and lumbar, then I feel the weight of him lying on top of me. He’s not too heavy, and when he stops gasping, I tussle his hair, we kiss.
He’s still inside me, I don’t want him to get off me yet, I want his penis to stay in my vagina. “I got screwed, dear,” I announce, and wait for Kevin’s response, but he stays silent. So I begin talking with Lou. “That was nice.”
“It really was.” He takes a moment to try to poke it inside of me further, the sensation is warm, engaging. “You have one hell of a woman here,” he tells my husband.
“Thank you, I know.” Kevin’s voice is a bit raspy, I wonder what he’s feeling now. Is he embarrassed, or suddenly jealous now that he knows another man has had me? Or is he happy, thrilled, excited?
Lou kisses me again, mellow and deep, we let each other know we’ve enjoyed the passion. I can feel the snake, now soft, shrink in me, I try my best to use my muscles and trap it inside, succeed for two or three minutes, but finally, it pops out. Lou and I giggle at the escape, and then he rolls off me, on the side away from Kevin.
I look to my husband, try to discern his mood. His face is a mask, not angry or disturbed, but also less than joyful. I decide to let him know he’s still my man, my love. I get up, face him and sit on his lap. I’m sure that semen is dripping out of me onto Kevin’s clean trousers, but they’re wash and wear, won’t be any problem. I put my hands around his neck, wait for just a tinge of acceptance, and then kiss him.
Does he taste Lou, I wonder. When he puts his arms on my back, pulls me to him, I ponder if he can still feel the heat I generated with my lover. And when he touches my breast, I know he desires what I so freely gave to the other man. I pull his shirt off. “I want you to take me,” I beg, “do you want me?”
“Yes!” The voice is low, husky, desirous.
I stand, help my husband rid himself of his clothes, see that he has a rigid erection, as hard as I’ve seen him in quite awhile. There’s no need for foreplay, I know, so I turn, kneel on the bed, point my tush at Kevin, and watch him as he approaches, points his sword at me, and I’m full of man again.
Lou is still lying on the bed, watching in awe as my husband screws me, and I suddenly decide I want to perform the act every man, seemingly, wants from a porn star. I tug at Lou, he inches closer to me, and I take his penis into my mouth. It’s soft, of course, and I can taste the sticky, briny flavor of his semen combined with a new seasoning to me, my own fluids.
As my true lover drives into me, I take inventory of the various sensations, the pleasantness of my tunnel being filled, the wonder of Kevin’s hands on my hips while Lou gropes my breast, the friction of my knees being pushed on the sheet. It’s all wonderful, delightful, and even though I know I won’t come again – I rarely orgasm twice in a night – I love the erotic ecstasy my mind and body is experiencing.
Kevin doesn’t take long, he’s been ready for quite some time I realize, watching me screw Lou, and soon he’s adding an abundant gob to the moisture already inside me. His squawks of fury are familiar to me, I can tell he’s having a big orgasm, intense and, I hope, fulfilling. When he’s finished, he backs away from me, with a finger he touches me, my private sphere, I wonder if he’s as amazed as I that two men were there in the space of an hour.
I let Lou loose, he’s not any harder than he was when I started, and he asks, “Would you like another drink?”
“I’d love a glass of icy water,” I beseech, “and if there was a vodka tonic to follow that up, I wouldn’t complain.”
“Coming right up, how about you, Kevin, another beer?”
“Please.”
I’m bold now, I’ve made two men’s fantasies come true this night, as well as my own, and I’m feeling assertive now, I have no shame. “Why don’t we come down with you,” it’s more of a demand than a proposal. “Come on honey,” and the three of us descend the stair free of remorse or clothes.
“Go ahead and sit in the living room,” Lou offers, “I’ll get the drinks.”
“Give me a towel,” I suggest, “I don’t want to drip on your couch.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s stain proof.”
So I sit on the center cushion, pull Kevin to my right side, leave plenty of room on my left for my newest sexual partner. Lou joins us, we clink glasses, toast, “To Pleasure.”
Lou begins, “My dear, you were fantastic.”
“You were, too. And so were you,” I announce, turning to Kevin.
“You guys have never done this before,” Lou remarks, “I’m a little surprised. You seem so comfortable with it.”
“Hmmm,” I meditate, “I guess I just let things take their own course. I felt very relaxed, knowing that Kevin was right there. He’s my rock.” I know I have to make Kevin a part of it, make sure he doesn’t feel ignored or ridiculed now that the sex is over. “How about it, dear, did you like watching?”
“I did. You seemed very happy, you really enjoyed yourself.”
“How about you?” I ask Lou. “How did you feel I did, compared to the other threesomes you’ve had.”
“Oh, I’m sorry if I mislead you. This was my first experience, as well. In fact, I haven’t had any sex in months, so this is a big night for me.”
Really!!! I was Lou’s first piece since his divorce? Well, I decide, since that’s the fact, I need to make sure everybody’s really got something to talk about.
“Do you boys mind if I try a couple of experiments?”
Kevin nods his head, Lou says, “What do you have in mind?”
“Kiss me,” I ask. Lou leans to me, once again our lips touch. It’s a little chaste, I guess he doesn’t know exactly what I want, so I surround his shoulder with my arms, press myself into him. It becomes better, more ardent. Then I turn to Kevin, tell him, “Your turn,” and provide the same service for him. His mouth is open, he doesn’t have any problem frenching me, letting me know what I’m doing is fine, that he still desires me.
I bend back to Lou, we pet again, his hands heft my globes, tweak my nipples. I switch to Kevin, while we lock lips he has a hand on my sloppy opening, a finger feels nice inside me. Behind me, I feel Lou kissing my neck, his hand goes to the crack of my ass, I don’t mind at all that there are two fingers inside my vagina at the same time.
I center myself again, the two men sit half facing me, one on either side, and I take a penis in each of my hands. Neither of them are firm, but Lou’s has some promise. I scoot off the couch, kneel to the side of Kevin, bend into his lap, take his manhood inside my mouth. With my hand, I’m holding Lou’s semi-erection, I tug his leg, he moves closer to me. After a few moments of working on Kevin, I switch to Lou, and as I suck I feel him firm up. I go back to Kevin, get a little reaction from him, and start switching from one dick to another, sucking both to a state of boniness. While I indulge, the men attend to my needs, my hair and shoulders are stroked, my teats are softly massaged, Kevin gets behind me, pokes a finger into my womb, begins a pleasant in and out movement.
After some time, I realize that Lou is rigid again, more than hard enough for pleasant penetration. I turn as quietly as I can to Kevin, kiss him, and discreetly appeal, “Would it be all right with you if I take Lou again?” I’m pretty sure that Lou can’t hear me, I don’t want to make a scene if Kevin doesn’t want me to make love to Lou again, I want everyone to save face.
But Kevin’s up for it, he says, “Sure,” and pushes my ass toward the other man. Lou’s still sitting on the sofa, and I rise, face him, bend. We kiss again, my hand holds his dick, one of his hands is holding a breast, the other is searching for the heat of my interior. Without worry, I place a knee on either side of Lou’s lap, kneel over him, and sink. We’re intimate again, my moist warmth encircles the rocklike muscle, and I control the movement, I begin a motion with my hips that is both circular and up and down.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kevin, he’s placed himself in a position where he can see Lou’s penis fill me up, slide in and out of me. Then Kevin sits to Lou’s side, I bend from my waist and kiss my husband. He responds, grabs a teat, twists the nipple as he knows I like. Lou has his hands on my waist, helping me to rise and fall, he’s trying his best to thrust up and fill me.
Suddenly, I’m surprised. The various massages of the two men, separate yet somehow coordinated, enthralls me. I see colors again, briefly, just taupes and charcoals, but the insinuation of a spasm is genial, welcome. And, close to simultaneously, I sense the contraction of Lou’s body and prick, he’s letting loose into my chamber for the second time tonight.
It’s almost anticlimatic, this climax, just enough to say, gratefully, that we had one, enough to remember a fitting apex to the evening. I climb off Lou, face Kevin. “Do you want me again?” I offer.
“Later, in bed, when we’re alone,” he counsels, a suggestion I’m more than ready to accede to.
There’s no rush to escape the situation, we finish our drinks, smiles on our faces, soft tones of amusement in our conversation. Occasionally one of the men strokes my hair, an arm, the underside of a breast, and I respond with a caress of my own, but it’s only pampering, the way you’d pet a cat, meant only to reinforce the friendly, sensual atmosphere that remains after the eroticism.
I rise, hold my hand to Kevin, and we traipse up the stairs, reclaim our clothing. Lou follows, as I dress he chooses to look the other way. I appreciate his politeness, but there’s a part of me that wants him to lewdly desire me still, demonstrate his appetite. At the front door, Lou shakes hands with my husband, I curl into his embrace, we kiss a final time. “I had a wonderful evening, thank you,” I compliment.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he responds. “If you guys would like to, I’d love to see you again.”
I glance at Kevin, the expression on his face seems to say, ‘sure, let’s do it,’ but I need to be a bit more cautious. “Maybe,” I evade, “Kevin and I need to talk. We’ll call you.”
“I’ll be here,” Lou promises, and we’re out the door.
Nervously, I wonder when Kevin and I can do this again, and with whom.