Part one is
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Two weeks later...
Only my boyfriend and I know how the evening will end up. The last two weeks drove me wild, in a constant state of horny anticipation. I used my husband's face far more than normal, even allowing him the pleasure of fucking me one night after he was on his best behavior at a work event.
He must suspect something, I imagine.
Tonight is guys' night at our house again, a night I usually reserve for date night with my boyfriend, another lover, or a friend. Tonight is different, though. I'm not going out on a date. Instead, my boyfriend is coming over, and we're going to cuckold my husband with his friends.
My husband has no idea what preparations I have taken over the last 2 weeks. I ordered new lingerie from my favorite boutique shop, with matching stockings and high heels. I also purchased a matching collar and leash to attach to my husband, my favorite strain of weed that I knew would make me even more aroused, and two sex blankets.
After purposefully taking up my husband's afternoon, I sent him out to get his usual refreshments and snacks for the evening, not giving him enough time to wash my pussy off his face. He'll run late for his own guy's night, so I've told him that I will stay home long enough to greet his friends so they don't have to stand outside waiting.
Meanwhile, my boyfriend is here setting up the living room, and I'm in the bathroom getting dressed for the occasion. As I carefully attach my garters to my stockings and put my heels on, I'm buzzing with excitement. Everything is going according to plan.
The doorbell rings, right on time. My boyfriend invites my husband's friends inside, no doubt with confused looks on their faces. None of them has seen my boyfriend before.
"Hey, gorgeous, it's time!" I hear my boyfriend call to me from the next room, and I stand up and start walking out into the living room.
"Hello everyone," I greet them as they all turn to cast their eyes on me, drinking in my softness clad in lingerie, stockings, and high heels. "My husband will be back soon. I want you all to meet my boyfriend."
Introductions are made, but I can see my husband's friends looking at me at every opportunity.
"Did we interrupt something...?" One of his friends starts to ask, and I shake my head as I walk to him.
"Are you enjoying the view?" I ask in a sultry voice, a wicked smile on my face, as his eyes get bigger, no doubt caught off guard by everything.
It's in that moment that I get a chance to look around and see how my boyfriend has prepared the living room. The lights are dimmed, and some pink and blue mood lighting has been added, with one of the sex blankets draped over the ottoman. A small tray of joints, a lighter, and an ashtray are on the ottoman, with a bottle of champagne on ice on the bar.
"I want you to touch me," I say to him, loud enough for only his ears. He nods his head, too stunned to move as his eyes fill with lust at the sight of my plumpness.
Slowly, he raises a hand to me, pausing to look me in the eye again for approval. "I want you to touch me," I repeat, this time loud enough for everyone to hear. He doesn't hold back this time, and his hand reaches out for my boob. His shock is still painted on his face as I gently pull his other hand up to touch my other one.
The others watch as he starts to caress my large breasts. I step even closer before I run my nails down his chest to his jeans, then start rubbing his crotch with my hand. My eyes carefully watch his reaction as I feel his cock twitching to life.
"I want you all to touch me," I say, turning away from him, but pressing my ass against his crotch and slowly guiding his hands up my hips to my belly, then back to my breasts. His lips find my neck, and he starts kissing me as I beckon my boyfriend and my husband's friends to approach me.
My boyfriend kisses me while leaving my body open for the others to touch me. We've barely started and I'm already melting with pleasure. I've never had this many hands on me before, and my body is on fire.
I let the others kiss me, their hands and mouths hungry for my body. I hear the music turn on, but I'm too blissful to care. My hands are groping at the crotches of my husband's friends, and I'm moaning into the mouth of whichever one of them is kissing me.
A moment later, I hear my husband's car pull up and tell them not to lose the hard-ons I've felt growing beneath my touch. I pick up the collar and leash and step towards the door that my husband will open.
As he steps into the house, his jaw drops as he takes in what's happening. His plump wife was standing before him wearing a matching bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels with his friends and my boyfriend standing behind me. All of them with hard cocks pressing against their pants.
"Put all of that down in the kitchen, then crawl back out here on your hands and knees," I order him, not giving him a chance to speak. He simply nods, and I watch as he walks to the kitchen to put away the beverages and snacks he bought. He then drops to his knees and crawls back to me.
I turn to face everyone as my husband kneels at my feet. "Tonight, all of you are going to help me live out a fantasy. My husband is going to watch as all of you pleasure me. He's going to follow any orders given to him by any of you tonight."