by Vivi King
Greg told us about his first day at work went and how much he enjoyed it while we ate dinner. It was very erotic seeing Christy drink his pee from her glass and she was soon on her second bottle.
Kevin had a bad headache and felt sick, so he decided to leave us after dinner and that left the three of us alone.
We sat in the living room, Christy sitting next to Greg and we chatted for a while.
“Oh, by the way, babe,” Christy smiled to Greg, “Steve and I have decided that we will never be sexual again; so the denial period will not end in March, it will continue indefinitely!”
My dick was hard as she said that.
“Oh, why?” Greg asked.
“He wanted to see me in my bra and panties last night and I wouldn’t let him.”
“Why wouldn’t you let him, babe?” Greg asked.
“I don’t want him to see me like that; my body belongs to you.”
“But, he is your husband.”
“He is not my sexual husband, you are. We talked about it last night and we decided that he should never see or touch me again because I don’t want him to.”
Greg looked at me and I smiled.
“I thought that you would be happy with hearing that,” Christy said to Greg.
“I am babe, very happy about it; as long as Steve is okay with it,” Greg smiled.
“I am bud, it was me who suggested it. This way, I have no date that I expect to see her again, so it is easier for me knowing that it’s permanent.”
“I see,” Greg smiled, “I am happy about it, I must admit.”
Christy stood up and took Greg’s hand and pulled him up.
“Then please take me to bed and fuck me! I need your huge cock and I need it now!”
They went to our bedroom and I listened from the hallway. I could hear her groans of joy as he made love to her. The silence that followed was intense, they had finished making love and I pictured her naked in his arms. Finally, I heard her say that she was sincere in what she told him earlier, about our sex ban being permanent.
“I couldn’t let him see me in my bra and panties last night babe; I just couldn’t bring myself to let him see me like that.”
“I am happy about that, Christy; I like you being mine alone.”
I heard kissing and then Greg said that he needed the bathroom. Christy yelled, “Oh great, I have missed this!”
It was just after nine o’clock when they emerged from our bedroom. Christy had already changed into her long tee shirt and plain bra and panties. She walked Greg to the door and he thanked me for a great evening.
“I wanted to show Greg how I sleep with you babe,” Christy smiled.
They kissed passionately and Greg left. Christy came and kissed me deeply.
“Did you mind me telling Greg about our denial lasting indefinitely, Steve?”
“Not at all babe; I found it exciting.”
“I bet it made your little cock hard, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.”
“Well come to bed and I will take care of that for you.”
We walked towards the bedroom and I gave her ass a quick slap. She stopped walking and looked at me.
“Steve!” Christy said in a slightly raised tone.
“What babe?”
“Please do not do that.”
“Do what babe?”
“You touched my ass!”
“Oh, sorry babe.”
“Please don’t do that again. That doesn’t belong to you.”
“I know, its Greg’s.”
“Yes, it is,” Christy teased, “Please don’t ever do that again, you know how I feel about you seeing or touching me. I don’t like it and I don’t want it!”
“I’m sorry babe, I won’t do it again.”
We got to the bedroom and she started working my little dick from under the covers.
“Was sex nice tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, God, yes it was.”
“Did he spank you?”
“No, but we did lick each others asses!”
“Did you drink him?”
“Of course.”
“And he sleeps with you tomorrow night, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, I can’t wait! I hate wearing clothes in bed.”
“I’m not making you wear clothes babe,” I laughed.
Christy laughed, “You know that me sleeping naked with you will never happen, right?”
“I know babe, I was teasing again.” I continued, “And you get to drink him tomorrow night.”
“Oh, yes I do.”
17
The following morning I got a call from Christy. She had gone to check on Kevin and he was no better. He couldn’t get out of bed and he was very short of breath. I told her to call an ambulance and get him to the hospital.
Greg met her at the hospital and it appeared that Kevin had a heart attack during the night. He was on life support and Christy was devastated. I went to the hospital to join them and we all prayed for Kevin.
It was about five thirty in the evening when Kevin left us for good. Christy was inconsolable and Greg and I did our best to help her. Greg was lost, he had just moved back to be with his father and now he was gone.
The next few days were very difficult as we arranged the funeral and other things. Greg stayed with Christy and me, and although I told them to sleep together in our bed, sex was the last thing on their minds.
To say it was a very difficult week is an understatement. Kevin’s service was very emotional and it was clear to see how he was loved by the number of people who attended. Even Greg’s boss and his wife were there, which made it difficult for me to console my wife; I had to leave that to Greg.
We got back to our house after the funeral and we all sat in the living room, chatting.
“I loved him, I know he loved me too,” Christy cried.
“Babe, you made the last year of his life the best,” Greg said.”
Suddenly, Christy shouted, “Please take me to bed and fuck me!”
“Who me?” I smiled.
Christy looked at me and smiled.
“No, not you, I am talking to Greg.”
“What, now?” Greg replied.
“Yes, now, I want to be fucked and fucked hard for Kevin!”
Greg looked at me and I smiled to let him know that he should take her to bed. I spent the next two hours listening to her screams as Greg fucked her hard!
Finally, around eight o’clock, they emerged from our bedroom. Christy was smiling as they walked hand in hand to the living room. Christy was wearing her short bathrobe.
“Feel better babe?” I asked.
“Yes, I do. I needed that and Kevin would have wanted that for me.”
The next two weeks saw a slow recovery back to normality. Greg did sty at our house every other night and I did my best to keep my wife’s spirits up. During the reading of Kevin’s will, it appeared that Kevin loved Christy a lot as he left her almost a half million dollars. Greg also received a huge amount of money as well as the house.
We had no idea that Kevin was that wealthy with a net worth of over one and a half million dollars. Kevin also had life insurance policies worth over two hundred thousand dollars.
Christy didn’t want the money but Greg insisted that she take it. Over the next few weeks, things got back to normal; although Christy did still have bad days when she felt sad at the loss of Kevin.
I allowed her the freedom of having Greg stay over whenever she needed it and she did not take advantage of my generosity; she only had Greg stay on Wednesdays and Saturdays when he would fuck her hard.
I had decided to take a week's vacation and as we now had plenty of money, I changed my hours to only work part-time. Christy wanted me to quit work completely but I decided to continue working; I like my job and the company has been good to us.
She decided that it was time for her to return to Kevin’s house; she had not stayed there since his passing. Greg had Kevin’s bedroom decorat
ed and totally renovated. He would now use that room and Christy was apprehensive about staying there the first night. She asked me to stay there as well and I agreed to be there for her. I listened from my guest bedroom as she made love to Greg for hours and I knew that she had gotten over her fears.
I woke around eight fifteen and made coffee; I sat alone in the kitchen and waited to hear that they were awake. Christy sent me a text around nine o’clock to ask if I was awake, I replied that I was in the kitchen and she asked me if I would take them in a cup of coffee.
I knocked on the bedroom door and I was called in. Christy was sitting up in bed with the covers pulled to her chest.
“Sit down, babe,” Christy smiled, “Greg wants to talk to us.”
I sat on the bed as Christy took a sip of her coffee; I kept my eyes on the covers that were hiding her tits, just in case they slipped and exposed her beautiful nipples.
“Steve, Christy and I were talking last night and I want to ask you if you would like to start a business with me?” Greg smiled.
“A business, doing what?” I asked.
“You are an expert in finance and I am a graphic designer, we should start our own business,” Greg replied, “We have the money to start it going.”
“You and me, in business together, sounds like fun,” I smiled, “After all, we share Christy.”
“Yes, and I can’t thank you enough for sharing her with me Steve,” Greg replied.
I looked at Christy and she was smiling; this was the first time that I had seen her smile like this since Kevin passed away.
“What do you think, babe?” Christy said, “I think it is a great idea.”
“It is something to think about,” I replied, “It sounds like a good idea.”
‘It is a great idea and it will mean that I get to see more of my two husbands!”
“It sounds good,” I smiled; my eyes were still fixed on the covers that were covering her chest, “We will talk about it over breakfast.”
Christy leaned forward to kiss me and the covers slipped a little, a nice amount of flesh came on view; her nipple was still hidden and I quickly nodded my head to get her to look down. She saw what was on display and quickly pulled the covers over the flesh part of her right tit.
“Thank you for that. Let me get in the shower and I will fix you guys some breakfast,” Christy smiled.
“I know, I know,” I joked, “You won’t get out of bed with me in here.”
Christy laughed, “No, I won't.”
I left them to shower and I made some more coffee and they joined me an hour later. Christy came and kissed me on my lips and I looked puzzled.
“A kiss on my lips?” I whispered.
“Yes, I will kiss my non sexual husband on his lips.”
She looked gorgeous in her tight blue jeans and dark blue roll neck sweater; her nipples were pushing the sweater out and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Did you drink him in the shower?” I whispered.
“Of course,” Christy whispered back as she took a bottle from the refrigerator, “And I will drink him while we eat breakfast; it’s nicer than orange juice.”
She fixed breakfast and we chatted about going into business together and it was decided that we would give it a go. Christy was delighted and kissed us both; Greg’s kiss was deep and passionate and I got an erection as she kissed him.
“So, when are you going to restart the staying here again?” I asked Christy.
“Seeing as you didn’t get the full two weeks with me living at our house with you Steve,” Christy replied, “I will stay the rest of the week at home with you and start Greg’s two weeks on Sunday, how does that sound?”
“Good with me,” I smiled, “four nights with you in our bed is good news.”
“Actually, its three nights, Wednesday, Greg sleeps with me remember,” Christy smiled.
“Oh, yes, I forgot about Wednesday night.”
“Then, I go to my sexual husband for two weeks,” Christy shouted.
The rest of the week was spent on the tasks of finding an office space and sorting out our new business. Greg found a two thousand square foot office space and we started interviewing possible employees. We decided to call the company, Graphic Design by Christy.
It was a wonderful few days with Christy in my bed with me and although she stayed clothed, we were very close; she worked me off every night and she continued to tease me about my tiny dick. We snuggled for hours with deep passionate kisses. Greg did come and visit with us quite often but Christy always gave me more attention.
On Thursday, we invited Greg to dinner and he brought three bottles with him. We all knew what was in the bottles but no one ever mentioned it. I decided that it was time to stop the tiptoeing around those bottles.
“Are you drinking wine or pee, babe?” I asked with a smile.
Christy and Greg blushed.
“We have to be open and adult about our life,” I smiled, trying to put everyone at ease, “We all know what you drink, so don’t be shy about talking about it.”
“I will have a bottle then,” Christy smiled as she tried to hide her blushing.
“A bottle of what?” I teased.
“You are mean, Steven,” Christy smiled, “Okay; I will have a bottle of pee! There, I have said it.”
I decided to tease further, “Greg’s or mine?”
Christy looked startled, “I’m not drinking yours!”
“I was teasing,” I smiled as I handed her a bottle that Greg had brought her.
“We have to be open about everything,” I smiled as she took a huge gulp, “I will put the other two bottles in the refrigerator for you.”
The following day, I had been at the office, supervising the installation of some equipment and when I returned home at around three o’clock, Christy was in the kitchen; we kissed and she took my hand.
“Steve, I have a confession to make.”
“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked.
“Greg came over at lunchtime to bring you some invoices,” Christy said in a soft tone, “We went to bed and had sex; I am so sorry Steve, I just needed a fuck.”
I kissed and hugged her, “Christy, there is no need to be sorry; you can have sex with Greg whenever you want, babe.”
“But it is your week,” Christy shouted.
“I don’t care babe, if you need sex, then I have no problem with it.”
“Even on the weeks that I live with you?”
“Yes, even in those weeks, fuck him if you need it, babe Did you drink him as well?”
“Yes Steve, twice and he brought three bottles; they are in the refrigerator.”
“Okay babe, you can drink one when we have dinner.”
“Do you mind Steve?”
“Mind what, babe?”
“Me, drinking it when we eat; having it on the table?”
“Drinking what, babe?” I teased.
“You want me to say it, don’t you?” Christy smiled.
“Yes Christy, I do.”
“Okay, do you mind me drinking Greg’s pee while we eat and having it on the table?”
“Of course not, don’t drink it from the bottle; pour it into a glass.”
“Okay, if you are okay with it, I prefer drinking from a glass.”
During dinner, she had her glass of Greg’s pee on the table and it was so erotic, seeing her drink it and after dinner, she poured another bottle into her glass and we went to the living room. She had taken a huge gulp of her drink and I went to kiss her deeply; she stopped me and reminded me that she had been drinking pee all evening.
I told her that I didn’t care and I wanted to kiss her deeply; she thought that was very sweet of me and we did kiss passionately, tongues as well.
“Can you taste it, Steve?” Christy asked.
“Not really,” I replied, “But if you drink it then I don’t mind if I do taste it when we kiss.”
“It is actually quite good for you,” Chris
ty said, “I researched it online and many people drink it.”
“As long as you like it and enjoy it,” I smiled.
“I do Steve, I find it very nice and incredibly sexy that I do that for Greg.”
“You mean your sexual husband!” I smiled, “You need to call him that.”
“I will just call him my other husband if that’s okay. I think that the term sexual husband is very sluttish.”
“Okay babe, your other husband it is.”
It was Greg’s two weeks to have Christy live with him and we were very busy with getting the company up and running. We had interviewed a dozen people and decided on three men in their early twenties. Two would be in the office every day and the third would be out on the road, selling.
Greg and I would alternate our days at the office, thus giving us every other day at home. Christy would also stop by the office from time to time to see us, I wondered if our employees would realize
that Christy was Greg’s lover but they didn’t say anything.
They were three days into their two weeks together and Christy invited me to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing her again and readily accepted. I got there around five thirty and they were already embraced in a deep passionate kiss when I entered. Christy broke from Greg and kissed me.
The dining table was set and there was a bottle of wine in the center. Christy’s glass was already full of her yellowish drink and I knew that she wouldn’t be drinking wine with us.
“So, you are not going to be drinking wine babe?” I teased.
“No Steve, I have Greg’s pee,” Christy returned the tease.
It was clear that everyone was now at ease with this topic now.
“That’s my glass,” Christy smiled as she pointed to the glass, “And I have four bottles in the refrigerator.
I decided to try another tease and joked, “So, do you not drink it straight from the source now?”
“Yes I do, but we bottle some for me to drink with meals!” Christy laughed.
I knew that I had been beaten, I couldn’t make her blush and I accepted defeat.
The following day, I went to the office to supervise some deliveries and Christy was coming over later to bring our custom designed tee shirts.
We were going to take a couple of photographs of all of us wearing our company tee shirts for an advertising campaign; Jacob and Conner, our two designers were there and working on a couple of orders that we had already received.