She glanced over to Jim. He was settled back, drink in one hand, watching. He gave her a slow nod and a single wink.
She knew what he meant. “Go with it as far as you want. As far as you are comfortable.”
The song ended and another started. Not something very danceable. She grabbed her drink from the mantle next to Russel's. He took his.
“Let's sit,” he said.
She started to sit, but Russel pulled her over and she plopped down onto his lap.
He took a look at Jim and so did she. He was grinning from ear to ear and raised his glass.
Could I really go for a bald man? He's treating me better than all the others combined and moreso. She felt peaceful.
“She's behaving this time, at least,” Jim said.
“Does she need regular spankings?”
Jim chuckled with mirth. “Sometimes. She's a naughty one.”
“Ah, well, I would be glad to help when she needs a good spanking.”
Jerks. Just like men to conspire to take advantage. She leaned down to shut Russel up by kissing him. Their tongues wrestled and massaged each other's. His kiss probed deep. She melted into his lap and embrace, kissing back as passionately as she felt.
Jim took a drink. “I'm glad you decided to treat our guest with some decency.”
She giggled – sort of breathless, sort of turned on. Here she sat, perched on another man's lap. She had come full circle. First her boss who had treated her very poorly. Now Russel. Was it a completion or a continuation? Was she moving into something different or sliding back into something she would rather avoid?
But she couldn't deny their neighbor was as gentle with her as her own husband. He was attentive, considerate, and wanted to hear what she felt and wanted.
He valued her. The others had used her.
She leaned over suddenly and gave Jim a quick but fierce hug. Then she gave one to Russel.
They made her feel like a woman. A desirable woman. One worth their attentions. She didn't feel like a sperm-dump or a toy for someone else's fantasies.
Russel's hand roamed over her shoulder and arm. Stroking her and making her feel warm. She laid her head back against the couch and purred happily. His hand went a little farther and petted her leg.
She opened her eyes when she felt lips. Jim was leaning close, kissing her neck. She felt Russel's bulge harden underneath her. Then she felt his lips on the other side of her neck.
She was unprepared for the electric thrills that coursed down her chest and arms. Wow.
Jim said, “There's a slow one for dancing.”
“Ah, yes. A very nice one,” said Russel. He moved her up and they stood. He cuddled her in a soft embrace and they swayed to the wordless music. His hands stroked her shoulders and hair.
She sighed happily.
Jim embraced her from behind, his hands on her hips, his lips on her neck.
She felt the warmth of the two men sandwiching her, comforting her. She wanted to collapse and melt away into a puddle.
Then her husband pulled away.
Russel lowered her and she knew he wanted her to go to the floor. He gently sat her down and then laid her back in front of the fireplace.
She closed her eyes, listening to the hollow hiss of the gasline and relaxed as Russel's hands began moving over her. Her skin hummed where he stroked, vibrating with a gentle tingle of satisfaction. He stroked his hand up her legs. Up her stomach, and over her breasts. Jolts of thrill pulsed through her when his hand rubbed over her nipples. Then his hand was stroking up her neck and cupping her cheek.
She opened her eyes and saw his mouth descending to hers.
Their kiss was slow, soft and very sexual.
She moaned into his mouth.
She felt a tug at her waist. Jim was there, unfastening her belt to her slacks.
You are so very naughty, husband.
She lifted her hips and let him remove her slacks. He didn't remove her panties.
Russel's hand began exploring at the invitation. His fingers roamed softly down her pelvic bone, down to the cleft of her hole. When his fingers passed over her clit, she groaned. Her hips moved on their own. He circled his fingers, pressing lightly.
It felt very nice. Teasing, comforting, and pleasurable.
Then he did what she wanted and slid his hand down her panties.
Yesss.
His fingers rubbed over her excited clit. They dipped down and stroked her swollen lips.
She started to moan but his mouth was on hers again, kissing hungrily. She felt waves of tension begin roaming through her.
He pulled back and began removing her blouse.
She leaned up a little and helped him.
Then he slid off her panties. When she was naked, he gazed at her. “What a beautiful woman.”
She blushed.
He laid his hand back on her pussy and stroked.
She spread her legs.
Then he did something she didn't expect and would never have expected. He scooted down and got between her legs. His smiling face descended until his tongue met her clit.
She gasped out at the sudden electric thrill. His tongue was warm, soft, and wet. It drove her waves of tension higher as his tongue circled and flicked over it. Then he licked all along her pussy lips, sending warmth where he licked, and coolness where his tongue left. It was enough to make her quiver with lust.
Jim got up and knelt down by her head. He leaned over and gave her his kiss that said he loved her. She felt as if she was launched into the air and floating. A tongue on her pussy and being kissed at the same time was nothing she had ever experienced.
The waves came closer, higher. Her breathing began to become ragged, her heart thumping madly.
“I think she's ready,” Jim said.
She could hear the smile of pride in his voice.
He got up and removed his pants, then sat back down on the couch.
Russel stood and removed his clothes.
Her eyes were waiting, watching, wanting to see that fat penis up close. And then it was there, hanging slightly, already engorged and fat, starting to harden into a full erection.
She panted.
Russel was all grin and soft eyes. He looked over her admiringly and knelt down between her legs. He gave one last long lick to her pussy and then moved up.
She moaned at the tease and her hips were rocking in need. The ache was desperate. The desire was hot inside of her. She felt her pussy leak with moisture and readiness.
She felt his penis rub against her starving pussy.
Yes. Inside.
He pushed a little and the head parted her lips.
She groaned out in uncontrolled lust.
He pushed a little more, his fat shaft stretching her lips wide open. Then he pulled back and rubbed the head around, lubing them both up.
She looked down. His penis was in his hand, a long drip of precum already leaking from it. The drip hung in a single clear line from his penis to her pussy.
Jim moaned. He was slowly stroking himself, watching Russel get her ready. Watching Russel touch his erection to her pussy. Watching Russel slide his shaft into her pussy. He was watching his wife take the neighbor and he was happy.
Russel pushed a little harder and she stretched a little more. “You feel very tight,” he said. “Let me know if it hurts.”
No one other than her husband had ever cared. They had just rammed it in. “Okay,” she said.
It felt uncomfortable, but she wanted him inside. She wanted her pussy filled. She wanted that vacant hole satisfied. She wanted him to drive that ache out and replace it with pleasure.
It took him a minute, but she finally relaxed and his penis was sliding into her easier, faster. And then she was filled.
She sighed happily.
His mouth came down on hers, his erection not moving. They kissed, deep, their mouths fucking each other in place of their crotches. But when he moved, pulling out and then sliding back in, she
broke the kiss. It was too much.
She clung to his neck and humped her hips to his slow thrusts. Her moans when he thrust in competed with the hollow hiss of the fireplace. The music had stopped. She could hear Jim panting on the couch. She heard Russel's lusty breathing. She heard her own moans.
Russel brushed her lips with his, but they didn't kiss. “I don't think I have ever had a more wonderful present.”
His erection drove in slowly, all the way.
Tears came to her eyes. A happiness at his words swirled through her thoughts.
He leaned up and looked down at their union. He moved his penis slowly, in and out. She looked down with him, watching as she felt the sweet pressure.
Jim groaned. “What a beautiful sight.” His hand stroked his shaft up and down. “What an absolutely beautiful sight.”
“Does it feel okay?” Russel said.
“Mmm, yes,” she said. “Very okay. It feels wonderful.”
He groaned, quickening his thrusts.
She felt her pussy lips being pushed inward and then pulled back out. Then she felt him expand, pushing deeper.
Already? I need more.
Russel's shaft began jerking in her, sending out splashes of hot cum. She was surprised when his grunts kept coming and so did the splashes. No man she had ever been with had cum so much. She was flooded.
He pulled out, panting, then leaned down and kissed her – soft, short, and sweet.
Her husband said, “Let's get her to the bedroom.”
More?
They helped her up and gobs of sperm ran down her leg, creating a hot and then cold trail of lust.
Placing her on the bed, they both climbed in. Her husband got between her legs and slowly inserted his beautiful shaft. He slid in easily, and deep.
She purred and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Russel lay next to her, toying with his penis and occasionally reaching to rub one of her nipples.
She took Jim's thrusts with gasps. His erection pounded into her, sending more of Russel's cum leaking out of her. She was getting very close. Tension mounted uncontrollably. She started to gasp.
Jim was too excited. He sank in and added his own thrusting squirts of cum inside her pussy.
She pouted.
But Russel wasn't done. He sat with his back against the headboard and pulled her over to him. He pulled her onto his lap. Rubbing his penis over her wet hole, he struggled to get it in.
Jim knelt by her and reached down to spread her pussy open for Russel's probing shaft. His fingers pulled her lips opened and allowed the large head of Russel's manhood to find her hole and push in.
She moaned happily.
But Jim wasn't done; he knew her. His fingers toyed with her clit as she rode up and down on Russel's shaft. He ran his fingers down and massaged her pussy lips as they hungrily consumed the penis in her. She gasped. She quivered. Her husband's fingers continued to massaged her pussy and clit as she rode Russel's cock deep and hard.
It was enough. It was too much. It was nothing she could contain or control. She bucked hard, her pussy clamping down on Russel's erection. Pulses of relief and even more tension, painful and stunning, ran up her pussy all the way to the top of her head. She rode the waves, swept along blissfully.
“She sure is sexy,” Russel panted. He thrust harder.
She collapsed against him and let him work her pussy. She drifted, feeling the relief and contentment, relishing the buzzing satisfaction and energy that tingled along her limbs.
He took her head in both hands as his thrusts up into her grew frantic. Panting, he pulled her head down into a kiss.
His penis went deep.
She moaned, her mouth experiencing passion and her quivering pussy feeling his spurts of sperm. Russel filled her again, and kissed her into a sleep on his chest.
It was the beginning of something new – something happy. Carlene had the attention of two caring men. Her joy deepened and her satisfaction in life was enriched. Russel didn't replace her husband; he fit right in. The three of them together found comfort with each other.
What they didn't expect was the change in their dynamics when Alicia was to return a few months later...
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