Chapter 7

Obviously, my poor husband had been lying there in his lonely bed, concentrating on the slight sounds he could hear coming through his door, which I had left open upon my departure. Only a split-second wait was required before I heard the sound of his feet in the hallway, then I saw him enter my bedroom.

He stood in the doorway in stunned silence, his hands cradled protectively in front of his crotch, and his eyes opened wide as he stared at the two of us lying on the bed. The top sheet had once again fallen off the foot of the bed, so our naked bodies were completely exposed to his view. Apparently it was a sight he'd been wanting to see all his life, because it absolutely absorbed his entire attention. His avid eyes wandered up and down our bodies, pausing only when they gazed at Cody's semi-erect cock, or my crotch, which I was holding tightly closed so his "snack" wouldn't run out.

I gave him several seconds to drink in the sight that he had wanted to see for so long, then said sternly, "Put your hands behind your back and get over here. Right now!"

Even though he was aroused as much as I'd ever seen him, as shown by his open mouth and rapid breathing, my dear husband found it difficult to overcome his inherent male shyness. I remained silent, doing nothing but look at him expectantly, waiting for him to obey me.

At last, his hands moved away from his crotch, and then slowly were withdrawn behind his back. His little pecker was exposed to us, and as he obeyed the second part of my command and walked toward the bed, we could see the comical way it bobbed up and down in response to each step.

I was on the side of the bed closer to the door, and that's where Jack came to a halt. I said, "Not there. Get around on the other side." I heard the small whimper of fear in his throat, and was afraid he would be unable to do what I so very much wanted to see him doing. After a slight hesitation, though, he walked around the foot of the bed, and that gave me a clear view of how he was holding his hands behind his back.

His arms were drawn back almost as far as they could go, and his wrists were crossed, rather than just dangling loosely there. That told me he was already deep in his fantasy, and was imagining his wrists had been bound in that position.

When he reached the side of the bed where Cody lay, he stood there in confusion, not knowing what to do. I said, through a throat tight with sexual tension, "Get on your knees, honey." As he did that, I leaned across Cody while adding, "Now lean over here like you should be." With no hesitation, he bent forward until his head was right above my lover's crotch, and his stiffening penis. I placed one hand behind my husband's head, and the other on Cody's cock, then guided them toward one another, ordering him to, "Suck it clean, honey."

And he did. He must have been waiting his entire life to be told to do that very thing, because he began to moan excitedly as the monster disappeared inside his mouth, just as it had minutes before in my vagina. With no coaxing from me, he began to move his head up and down the shaft, and I was sure that his tongue was going wild at the same time.

In response to my husband's ministrations, Cody sighed deeply, then began to thrust his hips up and down in time to the stimulation he was feeling. He groaned, then said softly, "God, he's good!" He then became quiet, and it was obvious to me that he was completely absorbed in the wonderful sensations of having his cock sucked by another man.

For my part, I remained crouching there, just as absorbed as Cody was. I never even knew when my one hand began to pinch and pull my nipples, while the other tried its best to stroke my clit between the legs that were tightly clamped in order to hold in the treat I had for Jack. I don't know when I actually realized that my movements were being made in time with Jack's and Cody's, but they were. I've often wondered if there is some instinctive response in human beings that makes them react in that way. Could we actually be "wired" for group sex, rather than furtively coupling in the dark, as most people seem to do it?

At some point in time, I hear Cody groan deep in his throat, then gasp out, "Aaahh, fuuuucckk!" his hips thrust one last time, driving his spurting cock deeper yet inside my husband's mouth and throat. For his part, Jack just continued to suck and swallow, as he'd been doing for several minutes by that time. His eyes remained tightly closed, and there was no question at all that he was living his fantasy, both in his mind and in reality.

Unable to maintain the strained pose any longer, my lover's body collapsed to the sheets, and he lay there in silence, stroking my husband's head with one hand, but not trying to force it to take in more of his cock, as he'd been doing just moments before. When I sensed that Jack had swallowed the last gobbet of cum, I placed one hand under his chin and lifted it until he was looking directly at me. The confusion on his face told me he was still deep in his fantasy, and it took my forceful command to awaken him.

I said, "Okay, honey, I think my lover's cock is all clean now, so get over here and take care of your wife." I pointed at the foot of the bed, and when he at last stood and walked there, helped him position himself until his upper body and thighs were on the sheet, with his knees bent down so his feet could rest on the floor.

Once he was in position, I wasted no time straddling his face, then crouching there while asking, "Do you want to eat another man's cum out of your wife's cunt? Is that what you've always wanted? Is it?"

His mouth gaped open as he struggled to form the words he desperately needed to say. At last he croaked, "Please let me lick you clean. I want to suck his cum out of you more than I can say. Please let me do it."

That was all the urging I needed, and my body settled in place on his eager mouth for the second time that night. Soon the only sounds to be heard in the room were made by his tongue as it licked my slit, and his lips and throat as they sucked and swallowed every last drop of cum from the deep recesses of my body.

As I sat there on my husband's mouth, my eyes flicked back and forth between the sight of his eyes gazing lovingly up at me, and at my lover lying there watching in fascination. At one point, I glanced at Cody's penis, and saw that even the exciting scene he was witnessing couldn't restore his drooping manhood to its previous state. Apparently, even a man as young as he was had his limits, and three orgasms in the space of two hours must have been his.

At last I sensed that Jack had sucked out and swallowed the final drop of my lover's cum, and I moved off his mouth. I was almost beyond exhaustion then, and was sure Cody felt much the same way. I looked down at my husband, who was still licking his lips, as if searching for more to eat, and said sleepily, "Honey, you need to go back to your own bed now. We need to get some sleep." He reluctantly stood, then when I told him to draw the covers over us, did as I instructed before leaving the room.

I barely had time to turn off the light before unconsciousness overtook me.

Continued in Chapter 8.