VIDEO #18
The brunette smiled into the lens. Her green eyes sparkled. As she stepped back, she studied the lens to make sure it was filming. She was wearing a white blouse with the top four buttons undone, showing off the white lace bra underneath. The blouse was hanging down over the dark gray mid-thigh business skirt.
"Boys," she said, looking to her right. "I think we're good to go."
"This is sure weird," said one man stepping into the screen. Tall and well built, his shirt was also open showing his bare chest. "Recording this?"
She smiled at him. "Yes, Tom. I know you'll want to relive this night for years to come. And, by the way, we need to sign the contract in the morning. Agreed?"
"He agrees," said the second man. He stepped forward at that moment. He was similar in looks to Tom.
"Thank you, Jeff," she smiled at him. She looked back at Tom. "You won't regret it. Now, pour me some champagne. We need to celebrate!"
Tom poured three glasses. "I'm looking forward to this!"
"Me too," she smiled. "My first time with brothers. Shall we?"
With that she raised her glass, and the men followed clicking them in a toast. She took a long swallow then set down the glass and stepped towards Jeff. "Kiss me."
He, too, set down his glass and pulled her into a tight embrace as their mouths locked into each other. Their hands were crawling over each other's backsides.
Tom moved behind her. "My turn."
She immediately stopped kissing Jeff and smiled up at him, before turning and wrapping her arms around Tom and again locking lips. Jeff squatted down and began feeling up her legs under her dress while she continued kissing Tom.
"I like that," she muttered, as they parted for air. Jeff had reached his destination, and she parted her legs slightly to give him space. With his other hand, he began unzipping her skirt. He pulled his hand from between her legs allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. She was wearing a small white pair of lacy panties that barely covered her rear end. Sheer black hose came up her thighs.
At the same moment, Tom, still kissing her, began to unbutton the final two buttons on her blouse. As it opened, Jeff reached up and pulled it from her shoulders. She had dropped her arms to her side allowing it to slide off. He quickly unhooked her bra and it, too, fell to the floor. Tom stopped kissing her lips and allowed his mouth and teeth to graze her neck and down to her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer as she cooed with pleasure.
"You boys feel so good!" She had thrown her head back and was talking towards the ceiling.
"You're not our first," said Jeff, as he pulled her panties down her legs. "We share a lot!"
"We do," added Tom, pulling slightly away from sucking her breasts. "But you're special."
"Good," she smiled with eyes closed. "Because, if I wasn't special, I'd have to leave."
"Oh, you're not going anywhere," stated Jeff, as he fondled her rear end. "Someone as sexy and beautiful as you deserves a good double fucking! And we're about to give it to you!"
She grabbed Tom's head and pulled him away from her breasts. She looked down and smiled at him. "Time to prove it!"
"You have such beautiful green mesmerizing eyes." Tom stood up and held her face in his hands while looking deep into her eyes. "Jeff, you heard the lady. Time to fuck!"
Jeff stood up and spanked her hard on her bare ass cheek. She jumped but didn't make a sound. "Good girl! Now, sit down on the bed in the middle."
She quietly obeyed.
The guys silently nodded in agreement to each other before walking to either side of the bed where they began stripping out of their clothes. She just turned from side to side watching and nodding her approval. The guys then laid down on the bed on their backs with her in the middle. Without a word, she turned and grabbed their cocks with one in each hand and began stroking.
"These are very nice," she muttered, glancing back and forth. With that, she leaned over and took Tom's cock in her mouth. Spending a minute or so licking and sucking, she moved to Jeff's and repeated her motions.
Tom moved behind her as she continued sucking Jeff's cock and slid his hand between her legs.
"Good girl," he whispered. "You're already wet."
He lined his throbbing cock between her folds and slowly slid in. Then he began a steady pounding.
"God, that feels good," she cried softly as she held Jeff's slick cock in her hand before reinserting it in her mouth.
After a few minutes of Tom banging her, Jeff spoke up. "Let's switch."
She lifted from sucking him and Tom pulled out from behind her. She started to move off the bed, but Jeff stopped her. "Just climb on."
So, she maneuvered around and threw one leg over him before impaling herself on top of him. In no time her breathing became very heavy, and she was throwing her head back and forth.
"Come here, Tom," she stuttered between moans. "I want to taste you."
"No," stated Tom. "I've got something else in mind."
He walked to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of lube. He then moved behind her and pushed her forward onto Jeff while they were still intertwined and began rubbing the lube into her rear end. He then started inserting his lubed finger in her hole.
She was trying to push back but Jeff held her against his chest while continuing his pounding. Tom then liberally covered his cock with the lube.
"That should do it. OK, bitch, time for the double penetration!" Tom threw the lube bottle to the side and grabbed her hips while pushing into her other hole. Jeff slowed his movements while Tom worked his way into her.
"So good!" she was muttering incoherently at this point. As they continued, her moans turned into low screams. "So damn fucking good!"
Within seconds, a rhythm was established with all three and sweat was pouring off everyone. She continued her howling while the men both were grunting.
"Oh God, I'm there!" she cried out.
That's all it took for all three to come at the same moment and freeze in place. After a few moments, Tom's cock slid out of her ass, and she rolled off Jeff as come started oozing down her legs.
"Boys, that was unbelievable!" She had lifted herself to her elbows and picked up the remote. "You boys are awesome!"
"Give us a few minutes and we'll be ready to go again," said Tom.
"Absolutely! But we don't need this anymore." She grabbed a remote from the nightstand.
The screen went black.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
I can trace the beginning of the unraveling of my wonderful family life to a Tuesday night a few months ago. It was evening and I was leaning against my pillow on our bed going over schedules as my beautiful wife, Jennifer, was packing for another trip. She was going to Baltimore the next morning for a sales meeting and would be home on Friday.
Jennifer is a stunningly beautiful brunette with green eyes, a winning smile, a great personality, and extremely smart. We met in my junior year of college, and I was immediately hooked. We started dating almost exclusively from the beginning and then she made me, Alex Evans, the happiest guy on earth when she accepted my proposal. We got married as I completed law school, and she graduated from college.
To help with the bills, she took a job with a large data firm but wasn't happy. After six months, she got a job with a mid-sized manufacturing firm as a sales rep. She excelled and has done well. After school, I joined a large, prestigious, corporate law firm and began working my way up toward partner here in Chicago.
Four years later, when our first daughter, Carrie, was born, she took off for a couple of months then returned to work. By this time, my income was enough for us to live on, but she enjoyed her work and wanted to return. So, after many long conversations, we decided she should go back to work.
Two years after that, when our second daughter, Cassie, was born, Jennifer fell into a deep postpartum depression and didn't want to have contact with any of us. With doctors, therapists, and a lot of patience and love, she has slowly returned to her old self. Things never returned to our version of normal, but there was progress.
At this point, I was making more than enough income and wanted her to stay home to raise our girls. But she argued that going back to work would be cathartic for her and was something she needed to do.
So, I relented. The owners of the firm, Tom Corbett and Doug Johansen even came for dinner one evening to pitch both of us on Jennifer returning. They offered more money, a sizable bonus, and the opportunity to travel once a month to pitch clients on their home turf. It was wonderful knowing my wife was this valuable to their organization. She was back on the job the next week.
With two kids, it took some adjustment with daycare, schedules, etc. but we managed it. We make a good team.
And she has been extremely successful on the career front. After a rocky start, she has brought in more business for them over the last two years than they ever had before. The bosses keep asking what her secret sauce is, but I know it's just talent and persistence.
The only weak link was our personal relationship. Jennifer started working out again, lost all of the baby weight and looked fantastic. Her beautiful brunette hair with her dazzling green eyes and her sexy body always made my heart skip a beat. I vowed to never take her for granted. But, with two growing girls, a double-career household, and Jennifer's slow recovery from her depression, our relationship had taken a toll. Especially in the bedroom. What used to be long lovemaking sessions had morphed into expected quickies. Rarely was she in the mood. Even when she was, our lovemaking was routine, and we were simply going through the motions. Whenever I suggested anything new, I was immediately shut down. But I knew our love was strong, so I was willing to be patient. About the only time she would be overly romantic and frisky were the nights she returned from her sales trips. She is always passionate on those nights when we made love and then demand I hold her tight. It was these times I felt so close that I could not have loved her more.
So here I was, after nine years of marriage, watching my wife prepare for another trip. I had come to hate her leaving. Absence did not make the heart grow fonder for me. I liked sharing my bed every night with my wife. Being without her three to five days almost every month was hell.
"I sure wish you weren't going this week," I offered.
"Me too," she smiled while folding a dress into her suitcase. "But we both know I need to go. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, the girls and I will be fine. But we're never as fine as we are with you here."
"And I love you, too," she looked directly at me. "But I must go. It's a large account."
"They always are," I noted, wryly.
She had turned away but looked at me through the dresser mirror. "Yes, they are."
"Your schedule?" I asked.
"The usual," she said, folding a pair of slacks. "Arrive tomorrow late morning, check-in, and I think I have dinner with a couple of them."
"Mommy!" Carrie, our five-year-old yelled as she and Cassie came running into the bedroom. "Here's your computer, Mommy!" She handed the laptop computer case to Jennifer who smiled and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
