Chapter 9

We hurried to our choice of bathroom to prepare for the night, and then about 15 minutes later met in my bedroom. The two men took turns kissing me as we stood beside the beckoning bed, and then they very slowly and sensuously undressed me. As each new part of my body was unveiled to their eager eyes, they would touch me there, then tell each other how very beautiful I was. A woman never tires of hearing comments like that, and their words were music to my ears. As for my husband, I'm sure he also appreciated their comments, though his only reaction was to stand there as if semi-conscious, breathing like a steam engine.

At last I was completely nude, and Cody asked me to turn slowly so they could "inspect me for suitability for their harem." I raised my arms above my head, then did a slow pirouette to display my charms. Again they clapped in appreciation, and the tents in their trousers, as well as the one in Jack's, seemed to grow by the second.

After they had completed their inspection of my body, Cody looked toward my husband, then said, "Jack, get your fucking clothes off. I want Josh to see just why your wife needed a real man in her bed."

That brought him out of his stupor, and his face blushed bright red once again. His little stiffie didn't get any softer, though, which was mute evidence of how much he loved being humiliated. He looked to me for confirmation of the orders, and when I nodded, began to remove his clothes. Soon he was standing there in front of the two men, equally as naked as his wife.

Josh said in a disgusted tone, "Fucking 'A,' man! You were right about him being a pencil dick. No wonder Sharon had to find someone with a real cock." Cody agreed with laughter, and I stood there laughing as well, nodding my head in agreement. As for my poor husband, all he could do was hang his head in shame, with his bobbing penis announcing to one and all his true feelings.

I could wait no longer for what I wanted to happen, and quickly undressed first Cody and then his friend. Even though Josh was certainly no match for Cody, in terms of size, he was definitely bigger than Jack, and I was glad to see that.

I told Jack to get the covers off the bed, and then literally jumped to my place in the middle of the sheet. I held out my arms to the two men, and in a split second they were lying there, one on each side, kissing, caressing, stroking, and everything else they could think of to get me ready for breeding.

When I could stand it no longer, I spread my legs, then said to Josh, "Since you're the guest, you should fuck the hostess first." That wasn't my only reason for making that choice, of course. I knew that if Cody fucked me first, then when Josh got sloppy seconds, I'd be so stretched the poor man probably wouldn't be able to feel anything.

I didn't have time to think any further along that line, though, because Josh accepted my invitation before the last word had even passed my lips. As Cody always did, he rubbed the head of his engorged cock along my slit to lubricate it, and then did his best to drive me crazy by pushing it in as slowly as he could. Cody always does that when he wants to tease me, and I learned long ago to just grab his cheeks and pull him in as deeply as possible, and as quickly as possible.

I did that, digging my fingernails into Josh's butt cheeks for emphasis as I said, "I need fucking, not loving! Get that damned thing in there right now!" To the accompaniment of both men's laughter, he thrust forward with all his might, secure in the knowledge he'd never be able to hurt any woman who had been fucked by his much-larger friend.

For my part, it had been more than a full day since Cody had been inside me, and my pussy walls had contracted somewhat in that time. Thank God for a woman's ability to do that, because otherwise I'd have been unable to feel Josh's smaller cock at all. As it was, though, he was able to generate enough friction that it began to feel good right away. In addition to that, he also had a technique I'd never felt before: he moved his hips to the side on his forward thrust, causing the head of his penis to rub more forcefully against my insides, and that made him feel much larger than he actually was.

By the time he groaned and made one last frantic push to get as deeply inside me as possible, I knew my own orgasm would have to wait until Cody was fucking me. It wasn't that I had any reservations about cumming with my lover's friend in me; it was just that I wasn't yet ready to cum. I'm sure that every woman reading this story will understand implicitly what I mean, but every man will be mystified by my words, so let me explain.

It's my firm belief that men think the success of a lovemaking session is based on whether or not they get their rocks off. Well, that may be fine for them, and probably for some women as well, but not for me. I love more than anything to reach that stage when my body is tingling all over, and my pussy literally burns with its need to cum. As far as I'm concerned, feeling like that is pure heaven, and I do everything I can to prolong it. And that's exactly what I intended to do that night. So I did.

As Josh's spent body collapsed on top of mine, I saw Cody lock his strong hands around his friend's midsection, then lift him bodily up and away. He gasped only, "My turn," and then settled in his usual and accustomed place. His need was evident in the way he didn't waste any time impaling me. Thank goodness I was already full of a load of cum; otherwise, his frantic, full-length thrust would have given me a great deal of pain. As it was, though, I merely dug my fingernails in his butt, as I'd done with his friend just moments before.

I kept encouraging him with, "Fuck me, damn you! Get your horse-cock of a dick in there as far as you can! Cum in me! Hurry, God damn it!"

He was already so hot from watching his friend fucking his mistress that his groan and gasp of, "Ahhh, fuuucckk!," came in just a few seconds. As for me, I once again delayed my own climax, for I'd already made up my mind that I was going to share that part with my husband on this wonderful night. After all, it was due to his fantasy that I now found myself in this paradise of love, and it was simple justice that I'd reward him by cumming on his tongue as he sucked their sperm from my body.

That didn't mean that I wasn't desperate to cum, though. The moment I sensed Cody had expelled his last gobbet deep inside me, I pushed him off me with a strength I didn't know I had. I sat up in a blur, then yelled at Jack, "Get you ass down here, you fucking cuckold! Move it!"

He literally jumped onto the bed and assumed the expected position in a flash, undoubtedly sensing my need, or maybe it was his own need that drove him. Whatever it was didn't matter, though, because my only goal in life was to mount his mouth and reward him, and me, with the strongest orgasm I'd ever had. So that's just what I did.

I barely remember sitting there and yelling at my dear husband as he sucked the cum of two men from his wife's cunt. All I wanted to do was humiliate him more than ever before, but have no idea if I succeeded or not. You see, then next thing I remember is Cody and Josh beside me, supporting my limp body and exclaiming back and forth, "For fuck's sake, man, you never told me she could cum like that!" And, "I told you she was the best ever, didn't I? I've never seen her do it like that, though. It's a damn good thing she didn't do that when I was fucking her; she'd'a broken it off me for sure!"

I don't know when I realized they were looking behind me, and snickering and laughing. The sensation of something cold sliding down my back told me the cause of their mirth, because it was something that I'd felt before. I knew Jack's little organ had spurted all over my backside, signaling his own extreme arousal due to the wonderful things that had happened. In no small part, I suppose, his lust was probably also caused by his hopes that we'd soon be dragging him to the garage, where we'd cap off this supremely-wonderful night.

I at last collapsed on the bed, and lay there in a stupor as Jack licked his semen off my back with his frenzied tongue. I could hear the two men encouraging him in his efforts, and the sexual tension in their voices told me they would soon be ready for seconds, if they weren't already. That was fine with me, because, even as strong as my orgasm had been, it did little to quiet my need for another.

As Jack licked lower and lower on my supine body, Cody and Josh became even more crude in their urgings. When he at last began to clean my butt cheeks, the urged him on with more direct comments, calling him an ass-licking wimp. The only effect their catcalls had was to make him lick faster, if that was even possible.

At last his questing tongue disappeared between my globes, and I did what I'd been doing at those times for almost a year by then: I lifted my hips in an instinctive offertory to him. The two men saw what I was trying to do, and helped me by placing one hand each under my hips and lifting me high enough that I could get my knees under me. With their free hands, they spread my cheeks to their maximum extent, and then their urgings became even more frantic.

I heard Cody's voice ordering Jack to, "There's your target, you worthless excuse for a man! Get your fucking tongue on it and lick it clean!"

Josh joined in, saying, "You cigarette-dick wimp! Lick your wife's butt hole! You're not good enough to ever fuck her again! From now on all she'll let you do is eat her butt!"

Jack was moaning so loudly that I could hear him even over my lovers' words, and everything that was happening made me tingle all over, as I had been before cumming just moments before. I tried to encourage all three of them by pushing against my husband's tongue and wiggling my ass in impassioned circles.

That must have worked, because Cody almost yelled, "Now get your tongue inside her butt! Taste it! Doesn't that taste good, you useless bastard? Push it deeper up her butt!"

Josh then ordered Jack to do what I so very much needed right then, and in an equally-fervent voice yelled, "Now suck it! Do it you worthless, ass-licking wimp! Suck it out of her!"

That was the order both Jack and I had been waiting to hear, and as his lips locked around my puckered opening, I reached one hand under my upraised body and began to finger my engorged clit. The harder my husband sucked, the harder I flicked that very-tender, very-aroused part of my body, and when the men noticed what I was doing, they began to encourage me just as raucously as they were Jack. I loved it, and wanted it to last forever, but of course, it didn't, and never does, does it?

The orgasm I had then was far from the wild one I'd had earlier, but it was good enough for me. Actually, I guess there's no such thing as a bad cum, is there?

I recovered very quickly from my second climax, and my body language must have signaled that it was time for that particular part of the evening to come to an end. They lowered me to the bed, and I rolled to my back and asked them to please lie down beside me. Josh was on my right side, and I pointed to him, while telling Jack, "Honey, you need to clean Josh's cock now, in case I need to use it later."

That was evidently what he'd been wanting to do, too, for he was on his knees beside my new lover in a split second. I barely had time to put my hand on his head to "force" him to lean over the stiff cock in my hand before he'd done that part all on is own. Soon he was sucking away as the three of us watched in fascination as his head bobbed up and down with all the skill of an experienced fellatrice.

Josh was lying there on his back, with his hands under his head, looking for all the world as if he were a judge at a cock-sucking contest. After a couple minutes of watching my husband suck him, he looked at Cody, saying, "Damn, man! You were right! He gives the best blow job I've ever had! There's no question he'd make the best ship's girl ever."

Continued in Chapter 10.