I asked Janey to stay with us temporarily to give her a break from Dave's mental punishment he felt compelled to dish out. I'm sure Evan felt the same way about the two faced SOB. That said, knowing my husband, Evan also sensed opportunity.
Evan had a thing for Janey. Nothing where I thought our marriage was threatened. It was motivated primarily by sex. So when you put two Subs and one Dom together under one roof what do you get?
Answer: A) a good time or B) a really, really good time.
As much as the three of us loved dogging together I suspected the latter. Besides, we'd all had sex with one another, one of us always watching the other two.
Still, a small part of me wondered what it would feel like coming home from the grocery and finding Evan fucking Janey in our bed. Our bedroom was our marriage sanctuary from everything else spinning around our heads.
To my knowledge it hadn't happened so I trusted Janey to respect that thin boundary unless invited in by both of us and that was a possibility with Evan directing traffic. Janey and I had tasted our mutual girl-cum on the ride home from dogging so a little sisterly affection seemed quite natural.
We were overly sexed but happy to have such hair trigger orgasms.
At breakfast, the second morning before going off to work, Evan asked, "Would you girls like to have a good time Saturday night?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Word travels fast and last Sunday's football gangbang got around the office like wildfire. It's such the hot topic that Terry asked again about seeing you, fearing he'd be left out of the mix and Mr. Johnson's johnson can barely contain itself."
Evan started laughing hard. "Chrissy, you're more popular than I am in my own office and everybody wants to be my friend because you're my hotwife!"
"What did you expect letting me loose on your co-workers?!?"
"You're right, you're right, so let me tell you what Mr. Johnson cooked up for Saturday. Realizing that the regional bosses were descending upon us for the weekend and, once again, having nothing special prepared other than the usual office presentations, bar meetings, restaurant meals and maybe a late night strip club pitstop...and then he thought of you."
"Oh."
"Oh, yes. Then he suggested drinks and debauchery here at our house late Saturday night featuring, of course, you. I told him you'd love to."
"That's fine but I want you to tell me what to do."
Evan smiled. "Come here."
Still in my sleep lingerie, he pulled down my panties and sharply slapped my ass. "Saturday night I'm having the regional managers over and I want you to fuck and suck all of them. Whatever kinky thing they want, you do. Understand?"
"Yes," I said, looking at Janey with a slight smile.
"Evan?" said Janey, with a little coquettish look on her face. "Will you make me have to do something too?"
Evan was thoroughly enjoying this embarrassment of riches. "Come here, Janey." She slid over to him. "Since you live here for now, I want you to fuck them as well."
"Yes, sir, I will."
"How many men?" I asked.
"Eight or nine, not counting my boss, it depends on the interest. Most of these guys are just looking for an excuse to go wild away from home so nine seems most likely. Also, I will put out a lube bottle on the end table and that's mostly for your comfort. I will handle bartending duties but you two are the main hostesses. I'll leave it up to you as to what you want to wear. You girls definitely know sexy."
"Shopping trip?!?" I suggested excitedly.
"Okay, but try not to murder the credit card."
All I registered at that moment was the word 'try' and that's open to interpretation. If Evan moving quickly up the corporate ladder was relying heavily on my charms it would seem to me that clothing cost should be incidental to success.
You can quote me on that.
Janey and I were looking forward to this. I had no doubt my slut sister and I would get loads of action. Beautiful girls for the taking? Ten drunken horn toads and two pussies? The only worry might be fistfights over us.
***
Janey drove and we headed for the mall. I have no idea how he managed to get my number but in the middle of all this planning Terry called my cell. "Evan said it was okay to spend some time with you again. It's a weird marriage you guys got going but whatever, I want to see you."
"Look, Terry, I'd love to but I'm really busy right now. Let's wait a bit." I was regretting it as I said it. I enjoyed him and wanted to fuck again.
"Chrissy, I can't sleep and I can't eat thinking about you."
It was not in my nature to say no. He was a good looking guy who was obsessed with me and I had Evan's blessing but..."When I get free you can use me but right now, get a good grip on your cock and dream of me until I see you again."
I reluctantly hung up and said nothing to Janey about the call. I set my mind back on the party and we went shopping. Now I was distracted by what Terry had said. He wanted to put that lovely cock of his up that 'we never close' pussy of mine and it was all I could think about.
We bought a couple of lingerie pieces and dresses each, thinking changing outfits might be more fun. As I tried on one of the pieces in the dressing room, Terry came to my impressionable psyche. I imagined him taking it off me and bending me over. I started fingering myself in the mirror and was close to cumming when Janey asked, from outside the door, "How does it look?"
I opened the door and modeled the 2 piece lace bra and G-string set.
"Oh my god, Chrissy. You look unbelievable."
"I better buy these because the G-string is slightly tainted with my girl stuff."
"Chrissy! You bad girl!"
"Janey, something is really distracting me. Would you mind if we go home and go out again tomorrow?"
"No problem. We'll come back. Boy toy troubles?"
Janey was really getting to know me. "Ya, one of the guys from last Sunday. He desperately wants me one on one. I put him off but can't get him out of my head. Evan told him he could have me."
"Let's go home. Text him later."
***
I waited to text him but, for sure, I needed to fuck him. When we got in the front door Evan was standing there like a stern father, looking at me like I'd broken some unknown rule.
"Chrissy! What have I told you about being rude to other men?"
"What are you talking about?"
He went to the dining room table and picked up a box with a bow on it. "And here I got you a gift and everything."
I undid the bow, lifted the top off and there was an amazingly sexy white bra, panty and garter belt set, the pieces interconnected with thin straps. "Holy crap, this is gorgeous. You know me so well!"
"Try it on," he said.
I picked up the box to head for the bedroom.
"No, try it on here. I want to see you in all your glory."
Janey chimed in, "That is so hot. Do it here."
I stripped down for my audience and pulled on the pieces one by one. When I was finished Janey just stared at me with her mouth open. "You look like a goddess waiting to be fucked."
"Now let's address that rudeness problem. Go to the bedroom," he demanded and followed me. When the door swung open there was Terry sitting in a chair next to the window.
"Now," Evan lectured me, "next time I tell a man he can fuck you all you say is where and when." To Terry he said, "Have at her, my friend, I'll watch from that chair."
"My pleasure," said Terry, "you look so fucking hot, Chrissy.
Just for fun," said Evan, "since I'm going to get my rocks off, why don't I direct the action like a porn scene? After all, It's starring my wife. And let's bring Janey in to watch also. JANEY!!!"
Janey came in the room and sat quietly on the bench in front of my makeup mirror. Terry and I stood face to face.
"Chrissy, how bad do you want Terry right now?" asked my husband.
"I've been thinking about him all day."
"And Terry, how much do you want Chrissy?"
"I've thought of nothing else since last Sunday."
After that, Evan told us what to do and when and we happily carried out orders.
"Touch her body, touch her everywhere, caress her. Seduce her."
Terry explored my curves, his fingers driving me crazy as they passed hotspots and triggers that made me crazy wet. He'd smile when I'd shiver. His big hands cradled my round firm ass.
"She's got one sweet ass doesn't she, Terry?
Terry said nothing, focused fully on me.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Janey with her pants open and her hand down her panties.
Terry ran his touch to my crotch and slowly finger fucked me as I moaned. He then pulled out his finger and sucked my wetness from it.
"Yes, Terry, very nice. Sweet isn't she? Kiss her. Kiss her deeply. Let your tongues connect. Terry, all you can think about is fucking her before her husband gets home."
