Zach pulled the straps from my shoulders and peeled the cups down until my nipples just peeked out. He lashed them with his tongue and I whimpered. I don’t know why, but the sensitivity in my breasts has only improved with age. When he brushed his lips across them I moaned his name. The teasing was torture. I wanted to be bared to him completely and reached back and unhooked my bra, which was dropped to the couch.
My tits filled his hands and Zach went back and forth, sucking and licking my nipples. I writhed on his lap and moaned his name almost constantly. Being stoned seemed to take the pleasure coursing through my body to the next level and my pussy was aflame while my body pulsed with need. Zach could have ripped my panties aside and just thrust into me. I was more than ready. But he was really enjoying my breasts. It was almost too intense and I a little relieved when he stopped and turned me around to lie back on the couch.
I saw Josh and remembered he was there. Dave was not the only voyeur in the room. It was really weird to have him just sit there and watch us, but nothing was going to stop me at that point. Josh looked like he was barely holding back. Why was he? What was the dynamic between these roommates?
Zach hovered over me and I leaned to up kiss him, but then he was moving again, sliding down my body and pulling my thong off. The skirt is around my waist again and might as well not even be there as it’s the only stitch of clothing still on my body. This is more exposed than I’ve been with any of the other men and I thank god I’m high so I don’t obsess on how I look. Zach certainly likes what he sees. He takes a long look at my prone body and then dives in, pushing my legs wide apart and sliding the tip of his tongue up my dripping slit. That tongue presses deeper at the top, seeks my clit, and I arch my back off the couch as I cry out.
“Oh God! Zach!” I shout. I didn’t come instantly, but just about, and once again I’m feeling out of my body as the orgasm tosses my stoned brain. Coming while high on hash oil consumes me from head to toe. It’s not just an orgasm, it possesses me and tosses me around like a rag doll. My shattering climax is going to look great on video for my husband.
Zach is relentless. My orgasm doesn’t slow him down for a second and his tongue and lips are busy on my pussy—licking, flicking, sucking, exploring me. A second orgasm comes on the heels of the first and I’m screaming again. God, I am fully out of control. Maybe Zach is the best guy at oral on the planet, or maybe I’m just in the perfect moment. He’s slurping down between my legs and I’m thrashing like I need an exorcism. I’m not generally difficult to get off, that was insane! I have to slow him down or I just might pass out. I weakly try to push him back, but he’s having none of it. I look to Josh, but he’s not going to help. He looks ready to pounce any second. Am I going to be his next? And then I look over the where the camera sits on the steps. I imagine I am looking straight into my husband’s eyes and I think, IS this it? Is this what you wanted, Dave? Zach has made me his and he’s going to fuck me silly tonight. I hope you enjoy the show!
I finally push Zach back and plead, “Stop, Zach.” I can barely catch my breath to get the words out. “Just fuck me. Fuck me now.”
After digging in the pocket of his shorts, Zach drops them and his boxers. There’s a condom in his hand and he slips it on with practiced ease. Thank God he’s responsible, because I was so far gone I wasn’t even thinking about it. I had condoms in my purse, but that was out of reach. He puts my right leg over his shoulder, pushes the other to the side, and shoves himself inside me. I stare up at him like he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His cock is full and thick and fills me completely. It feels like he was designed to fit me perfectly. I’m sure being high and horny was the cause of those feelings, but in the moment I didn’t feel that. I just felt that I needed Zach to fuck me. I think I begged him with those exact words, and thrust myself at him. He has a firm grip on my raised leg and it lets him easily drive that wonderful cock in and out of me.
This is it, Dave! He’s fucking me! Zach is fucking me silly and I love it! I’m being the little slut you wanted! Your wife is a horny little slut! My head is twisted and I stare at the camera while I project those thought to my husband, knowing he’ll soon be watching this. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me Zach!” I cried. I want this to be perfect for my husband.
Zach grabs both my legs and leans down, pinning them back against my chest. Good thing I’m flexible. My feet are up by his ears as his weight presses into me. His cock is really drilling deep now and my eyes just about roll back into my head. He’s a big, strong young man and he’s giving me his all.
“That what you want, Dani? You wanna be fucked hard?” There was fire in Zach’s voice. He loved having this MILF submit to him.
“Yeah, fuck me!” I moaned. “Feels sooo good…”
“Come on and come for me again,” he demanded.
“God, make me cum, Zach!”
“You’re gonna fucking cum, Dani.”
I’m a little whore! Look at me! I’m staring right at the camera when I come again, this time with Zach’s big cock filling me. I cried, “I’m cumming.”
Zach pulls out and I instantly miss him inside me. This boy has watched too much porn. Women don’t want to switch positions every two minutes. I just want him on top of me, pinning me to that couch while he fucks me. But I let him turn me around and I’m on my hands and knees. He’s right back inside me and his balls slap my thighs as he rams me fast and hard. My tits are swaying beneath me and I know this will be great for Dave watching later. Will he like how easily I just let Zach use me?
I’m facing Josh now and there’s no ignoring that he’s there watching us. His cock is out now. I guess he couldn’t take just watching any longer. And it’s big. Really big. I can’t stop my mind from going there: what would it feel like? I had no inhibitions left and I locked eyes with Josh.
“Come here,” I moaned huskily.
Josh might have just sat there and jerked off if I never said anything, but he is off like a shot and his big cock was in my face while he held his shirt up out of the way. I tried to reach for him, but I couldn’t keep my balance with the way Zach was slamming me from behind. Josh took the hint and pressed his prick to my lips. I’m all over the place and his sticky precum smeared across my lips and cheek before I opened my mouth and he pushed the head in. I stretched my lips around his girth and my cheeks hollowed as I sucked him greedily. Tag teaming me must have exited Zach, because he gripped my hips and slammed me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.
I was lost in a swirl of sensations and emotions. If I like playing these games with Dave because I liked letting go and feeling slutty, this was the ultimate experience, wasn’t it? Being taken by two guys at once was so wrong—and so exciting! I loved that I was reduced to my basest need. But it was scary too, because I felt the power shift when Josh joined us. This was not about me so much anymore as these two guys having their way with me. And I felt I couldn’t do much but be used. I tried to give Josh a good blowjob, but there was no way to give that any thought when I was consumed with Zach fucking me. I came again and I think I would have just collapsed if the boys had not kept me in place. The whole world went sideways and I know I screamed into Josh’s cock, which was when he fully took over—knotting his fingers in my hair and fucking my mouth. I was in a stoned, horny haze after that and it all blurred until the guys were finished.
Zach grunted and a few seconds later he pulled out. I know he filled that condom. I slumped to the side and Josh moved with me, kneeling on the couch. My lips were nice and tight around his shaft, but I must have looked a mess, my eyes glazed over, hair everywhere and drool on my chin. I choked when Josh came a couple minutes later and much of his cum came running out of my mouth and down my chin. It seemed like he had an impossibly large load. I didn’t even care that his last shot caught me across the cheek. I was spent. I needed a break.
“Do you want some water?” Zach asked brightly, like I was just any guest, not a woman he’d just double-teamed on the couch.
I nodded mutely and forced myself to sit up and tugged at my skirt, which seemed silly considering it did not cover much. I held my arm over my breasts. Josh had retreated to the other section of the couch and had pulled his pants back in place. He looked a little embarrassed and couldn’t meet my eyes. He said, “That was pretty hot, Dani.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, and then I couldn’t help smiling. It was pretty hot, wasn’t it? I looked at the camera again and wondered what Dave would think, seeing his wife sitting there a sweaty, dirty used mess. It was more than he bargained for.
“Have you ever, uh, done anything like this before?”
“No, Josh. I’ve been married for the last thirteen years.” I realized my mistake and hoped he didn’t catch that I said I’ve been, not I was.
Zach returned with three bottles of water, looking fresh as the moment I’d met him. You have to love the stamina of youth. He looked like he was ready for round two. I took my bottle—exposing my breasts—and nearly drained it.
“Do you guys have somewhere I can clean up?”
“Sure, the bathroom’s upstairs, let me show you,” Zach said.
I grabbed my shirt and then my purse and the fake remote, switching off the camera. We were done in the living room, but it was not the end of the night…
* * *
Dave grunts when he sees Josh come in my mouth and on my face in the video. The camera had miraculously been placed perfectly to frame all of the action. I had rested my head on Dave’s chest while we watched the video and kept stroking his prick. I don’t know how my husband had resisted coming, but he clearly wanted to see the whole video. Now that he’d seen the boys were done with me, he let go and I got my second facial of the night. I close my eyes and feel his thick load blasting all over my face. I only open my eyes when I think he’s done. I’m still pumping his cock and amazingly he isn’t even entirely soft. He lays the laptop aside and I sit up so I can see him. He’s staring at his cum on my face and I deliberately wipe it away and lick it off my fingers. I really do want to be the ultimate slutty wife for him.
“I can’t believe you, Dana.”
My face must fall, because he’s quick to follow up.
“That was insane! I had no idea you had that in you.”
“You mean that in a good way, right?”
“God yes, babe. I mean, I knew you were the sexiest woman alive, but if I knew you had all that buried inside I would have suggested this years ago.”
“Let’s not get crazy here. I wasn’t dying to sleep with other men, honey. I never even thought of anything like this until you brought it up. I was just…open to it.”
“You certainly were open tonight.”
I hit him in the arm. “Shut up!”
Dave glances back at the computer. “I see there’s another video file. Was that it for the night?”
He really is going to think I’m a whore now, I think, looking down. I know my husband loves it, but that remnant of my conventional morality will always be there in the back of my mind. “No,” I admit.
“Tell me all about it, babe.”
“There’s video,” I offer.
“I’ll watch it later. I want to hear about it.” Before I can start, he adds, “Take off your shirt. Leave the skirt on.”
He wants me just like the boys had me. I pull off the t-shirt and use it to wipe my face clean. I kneel on the bed between Dave’s legs and suck him hard and slow. He’s fully aroused again in about a minute and I straddle him, taking him deep in my well-used pussy. I’m a little sore, but I’m so horny that I don’t care. It was weird watching myself, but as I relived the threesome I couldn’t help getting turned on. Dave cups my breasts and lightly thumbs my nipples as I slowly ride up and down on him. He must see all the red marks where Zach sucked and pinched me. He was more of an animal in bed the second time. Dave feels so good inside me, and while I loved Zach’s cock while I was stoned and horny and crazed, no man will ever replace my husband in bed.
“I went in the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. I planned to leave after that so I could tell you how bad I’d been, but Zach grabbed me as soon as I came out of the bathroom and dragged me to his bedroom,” I started.
“I bet you didn’t fight him too much.”
I smile. “Maybe not.” I shift my angle and now his cock is rubbing my clit perfectly as I move. I moan and throw my head back.
“You little slut,” he says playfully.
“I am. I can’t deny it, baby. I wanted him again. He took me back to his room and undressed me again…”
“You sucked his dick, didn’t you?” It’s an accusation, but not angry.
“Yes, I wanted him in my mouth.”
“But he didn’t come, did he? He wanted to fuck you again.”
“Yesss, baby…”
“And you wanted it…”
“Yesss, I needed it. He put me on my back and just took me.”
“Fuck, Dana…” Dave grunts.
“After I came I pushed him off and I got on top just like this. I wanted to fuck him for a change.”
“You slut…”
“Yes, I am. God, baby, I am!”
Dave clutches my hips and he’s pulling me up and down on him. I close my eyes and I’m in Zach’s bedroom again, clawing at his back and howling as he fucks me relentlessly. I could barely get him to stop after I climaxed, but I did want to be on top. Once he got my drift, he was happy to let me hop on it. Zach sat back and let me do my worst and I gave him the fuck of his young life. I will never forget the way he looked up at me as I moved on top of him. I open my eyes and it’s close to the way my husband looks at me now, but I know Dave appreciates me more, because he knows all of me—not just the slut in bed, but the wife, the mother, the caretaker—and he loves me for all of it. I am his life and he is mine. And that’s why we can go on our hot dates, because no young stud with a big dick can come between what we have.
I hit my last orgasm of the night pounding my fists on the headboard. It’s staggering, but my body also screams, Enough! Dave comes right after me and I fall into his warm, safe arms. He’s stroking my hair, and as the euphoria of my orgasm recedes exhaustion comes in. I have never been so bone tired.
“I love you, Dana. You are the most incredible woman,” Dave says. He’s trying to tell me that this doesn’t change anything for him, but he doesn’t have to. I already know.
“I love you, too.”
“How do we top this?”
I laugh softly. “I don’t think I’m capable. Maybe this was the end.”
Dave tenses, just ever so slightly. “You’re done? I mean, if you are…”
I don’t answer right away. It’s not because I really have to think about it, but because I want to torture him. “Don’t worry, you perv. You wife’s slutting around days aren’t over yet.”
“As long as you’re into it.”
“Tonight was nuts, but it was awesome and fun. I don’t know if I see another threesome in my future, but as long as we’re both having fun there’s no reason to stop.”
“You’re so hot,” he enthuses.
“You don’t have to butter me up, Dave. I want to play, too.”
For a moment I consider another scenario—what if Dave wanted to stop but I wasn’t ready to? I could not say for sure that I was ready to end our hot dates. Being Dani made me feel alive in a way that I’d grown to love. I looked forward to going out and being her. That feeling of anticipation when I know another man wants me and that rush of a first kiss as something I craved. It’s entirely alien to what I get from my husband. I don’t know that I could let it go so easily. But Dave wants me to be that woman, so I don’t need to worry about giving it up.
“We’ll have to find some place and pick a night for another hot date,” Dave says eagerly.
No, there’s no way he’s giving it up and I do have to worry he maybe addicted. But as long as we’re both so into it, that’s not a problem. I look forward to our next adv
enture as much as Dave does. There is no denying it, I am now a shared wife.
Instead of worrying, I tease him one last time before going to sleep.
“Thought you should know, Zach put his number in my phone before I left.”
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