Away From Home Final Part

I continued fucking Billy at least twice a week but I started to notice subtle changes. The first thing I noticed was that, when we met up with Billy on a saturday night, I no longer felt a sense of subdued animosity coming from Mike and, even though that made things a little easier, it irritated me. If I'm honest, and I'm trying to be, I got a little extra thrill from knowing that what I was doing was making Mike jealous or even slightly angry, it made me feel naughty, no wicked.

The next change was that Mike and Billy started greeting each other like they were old friends instead of just two guys that only knew each other because they were both fucking me. At first, I found that funny but, after a while, it started annoying me as we sat in a pub and they chattered away, usually about music, and I was more or less ignored.

I suppose that, in a way, that was my fault because I didn't really want to get to know Billy ( I was far more interested in what was in between is legs than what was in between his ears ). Of course, we did talk in bed, whilst catching our breath, but usually it was about how he loved my tits or what position we should try next, anything else just went in one ear and out the other.

Back at the house, they'd pick up their conversation where it had left off and I often found myself serving them drinks and snacks like a good little maid until I told them enough was enough and it was time for Billy to take me upstairs.

It all came to a head one evening when I went upstairs, stripped naked and sprawled out on top of the bed waiting for Billy to arrive and when, after nearly twenty minute, he still hadn't turned up, I put on my dressing gown and went downstairs. I could hear them laughing before I even reached the foot of the stairs and they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice me enter the room until I stood between them.

I was furious and I demanded to know what was going on. Neither of them answered but Billy leapt to his feet and followed me as I turned on my heel and headed out of the door. He scampered up the stairs behind me, apologising with every step but I just ignored him as I shrugged off my dressing gown and threw myself onto the bed. I snarled at Billy "Ok, fuck me, that's what you're here for" and I watched as he frantically tore off his clothes.

I was determined to remain angry with him but it's hard to stay mad with someone who has his mouth clamped over your cunt and is making you scream so I forgave him and allowed him to spend the rest of the night attempting to placate me with quite a lot of success and, after that confrontation, Billy never dawdled when I said it was time to go upstairs.

It was maybe a couple of weeks later when we returned home with Mike definitely a bit worse for wear and no sooner had I handed him a pint of beer than he was fast asleep. I quickly took the glass from his hand and gave him a gentle shake but he was totally out of it and even started to snore.

I felt that this was an opportunity too good to miss so I sat down close to Billy on the sofa with our hips pressed against each other's and, keeping one eye on Mike, I reached down and placed my hand on the bulge in Billy's jeans. I was pleased to find that he was already hard and his prick twitched beneath my palm so I carefully moulded the denim of his jeans to the shape of his cock and wrapped my hand around it as far as the material would allow.

I glanced back at Mike but he hadn't moved or reacted in any way so I began sliding my hand up and down Billy's shaft, swirling my fingertips at both ends on his balls and bobby's helmet. Billy heaved a sigh and reached over to open a couple of buttons on my blouse so that he could slip his hand inside, scoop my nearest breast out of its cup and pinch its stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

It was my turn to gasp and I briefly closed my eyes but quickly reopened them when I remembered that Mike was sitting not six feet away from us. Mike was still gently snoring and a slight gasp of disappointment escaped my lips as Billy's hand left my nipple but I gasped again in excitement as is hand found the opening in my wrap around skirt and he placed it on my stocking clad thigh just above my knee.

His fingers drew teasing circles on my thigh, slowly advancing inch by inch as my breath caught in my throat and, once again my eyes closed. He reached the bare flesh at the top of my stocking and his fingers traced the strap of my suspender until they reached the leg of my black satin knickers.

I was breathing hard as his fingertips roamed over the silky fabric of my knickers as if he was trying to gauge the size of them before his index finger swept along the length of my cunt causing me to jump and gasp out loud.

The sound of my cry startled me and my eyes flew open but Mike was just as I'd last seen him. Billy's fingers crept under the elastic of my knickers, burrowed through my pubic hair and three of his fingers slipped into my sopping wet cunt. I was so wet that I was making sloshing noises as his fingers darted in and out of my hole at a breakneck pace and I tried to stifle my moans as I frantically tugged at his belt and zip.

I glanced towards Mike once more as dragged Billy's hot, hard prick from his jeans and I was shaking with excitement because I was going to straddle Billy's dick and fuck him right in front of my husband.

Billy's fingers were working magic and I knew that I was about to cum so I gasped "No" and pushed his hand away as I manoeuvred his prick into a vertical position ready for me to pounce on it and impale myself on it when Mike suddenly grunted and jerked into an upright position.

I leapt to my feet and my skirt and blouse fell back into place as I hurried over to Mike and said "Come on, you need to go up to bed or you'll get a stiff neck" but I could tell by the vacant look in his eyes that he wasn't seeing or hearing me and, instead of getting to his feet, he laid his head on the arm of his chair and went straight back to sleep.

I was flushed and panting for breath but my excitement had fled and, even though Billy was still sitting there with his prick standing to attention, the urge to fuck him in front of Mike had vanished so I just nodded my head towards the door and we both went up to bed.

I knew that Mike still regularly lurked on the landing outside our bedroom door listening to me and Billy fucking and that thought only served to intensify the power of my orgasms and I knew that Mike regularly masturbated as he listened because I often discovered little puddles of spunk on the landing carpet or streaked down the bedroom door. Of course, I knew that he wanted to watch me fucking and I suppose that I took a maliscious pleasure in not letting him and I sometimes cried out louder than necessary when I knew that he was listening just to torment him.

I was used to Mike going up to bed before us and I often took advantage of that in order to fuck Billy all over the downstairs. On the living room carpet, on the sofa, in and across Mike's armchair and with me lying on top of the coffee table. We fucked with me sitting on or bent over the kitchen worktop and bent over the dining table or pressed up against any convenient wall before going upstairs to fuck the night away.

One day, Mike announced that he'd bought two tickets to see Richie Blackmore's Rainbow and I was quite excited until he told me that it was going to be almost a sixty mile round trip. That was also ok as long as he'd booked a hotel and we could go out for a nice meal after the gig but he told me that he'd already agreed to work overtime on the sunday after the gig. That did it for me and I said I wasn't going but, of course, I knew that, after sulking for a few days, I'd agree to go because it had been ages since I'd seen a live band and I was quite looking forward to it so I was amazed when, the next day, Mike announced that he'd invited Billy to go with him and even more amazed that Billy had accepted.

I could hardly say that I'd changed my mind and I silently fumed for a while but then decided 'what the hell'.

As the day drew closer, I came up with all kinds of ideas and most of them revolved around dressing myself up and going out for the evening either with friends or on my own but, once Mike had left, I decided to just enjoy a night on my own and I chuckled to myself as I remembered all those miserable nights on my own that had led me here. I watched some tv, drank a bottle of wine and went to bed early, falling asleep almost immediately.

I've no idea when Mike got home but I woke up to the feel of his hands stroking my bum but, when I turned to face him, I was surprised to see Billy smiling back at me. I asked where Mike was and he told me that he'd gone to bed in the spare room because he needed to be up early in the morning so I just grinned and asked "So? What are we going to do?"

I heard the front door closing at about seven in the morning as I knelt on my hands and knees and was steadily pushed up along the bed in little shoves and I thought 'I hope Mike got a good night's sleep and wasn't kept awake by all our fucking'.

One night, after Billy and I had fucked on the sofa and floor, we headed upstairs stark naked and, when I pushed open the bedroom door, I was stunned to see Mike lying there on his side, on his side of the bed pretending to be asleep. I snarled "Right, you, go and get in the spare room" but he remained where he was so I walked round to his side of the bed and gave him a vicious shaking. He didn't move so I returned to my side of the bed and, saying "Ok, if that's what you want", I threw myself onto my back beside him and deliberately jabbed him hard in the ribs with my elbow and, once again, he didn't react.

I looked to Billy who was standing there with an amused smirk on his face and I called out "Ok, you, fuck me" and I turned my attention back on Mike, staring into his eyes as Billy launched himself on top of me and slammed his prick home driving a deep gasp from me that Mike must have felt on his face.

Billy fucked me at a furious pace and Mike jostled and bumped against me with every thrust but Mike maintained his ridiculous pretence of bring asleep although I could clearly see his eyelashes flickering as he peered at me through slitted lids.

I was moaning and bouncing with every thrust and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I got closer and closer to orgasm because I wanted Mike to see the expression on my face when I came and for me to see his reaction.

I was on the very verge, raising my hips and gasping for air, when Billy suddenly pulled out and I gasped in disappointment at the sudden empty feeling and I thought I saw a fleeting little smile on Mike's face but that could well have been my imagination. I moaned with frustration but I needn't have worried because Billy immediately dove down between my legs and swept his tongue along the length of my cunt, quickly bringing me back to the brink. I was trembling and jerking my hips to meet his tongue and, despite all my efforts, I couldn't help closing my eyes and shaking my head from side to side but, then, Billy was gone again.

I almost screamed with frustration and I once again opened my eyes to look at Mike but he was still lying there unmoving but his cheeks seemed a little flushed. Billy slotted his prick back inside my drooling cunt and started easing it back and forth but that wasn't what I needed, if Mike insisted on watching me, I wanted him to see me getting fucked really hard. I moaned "Faster, fuck me harder" and Billy obediently rammed hard into me but he only lasted a dozen strokes or so before I was gasping with frustration again as he scooted back down the bed, clamping his mouth over my hole and noisily slurping up my juices.

I was so close that I cried out "quick, quick, put it in, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and Billy plunged back into me and with just a few hard thrusts I was screaming and jerking and writhing all over the bed and, as I cried out, I made sure that my flailing right arm struck Mike right across his nose.

Billy only lasted a few more strokes and, as I felt him stiffen and spurt jet after jet of hot spunk deep inside me, I gasped "Oh, yes, that's it, cum in me, cum in me" purely for Mike's benefit.

I lay there basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm and, as I slowly got my breathing under control, I opened my eyes and returned my gaze to Mike's face and I couldn't believe that he was still pretending to be asleep. I moved my face close to his so that he'd be able to feel my heavy breathing and I whispered "Ok, you've seen what you wanted, now fuck off".

I didn't actually feel any animosity but I was really enjoying playing a bitch so, when Mike still didn't move, I placed my arms on his chest and my knees on his belly and shoved as hard as I could, catapulting Mike out of the bed. He crashed to the floor with a satisfying thud and then he slowly rose to his knees mumbling "Wh, what?" in the most pathetic display of ham acting I'd ever seen.

He continued his surprised, just woken up act but I just snarled "Fuck off to the spare room, I've got work to do".

He shambled out of the room, leaving the door wide open, no doubt so that he could come back to peek at the action but I didn't care about that as I ducked my head to suck Billy back to his full glory.

We fucked throughout the night in every position we could think of and, no doubt, often watched by Mike.

I was surprised by how much being watched by Mike had excited me and I secretly wanted it to happen again but Mike never repeated his ploy and I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I wanted him to watch me. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was slightly embarrassed to admit it even to myself.

It played on my mind and, several weeks later, when we came home on saturday night, I handed a drink to Mike and Billy then announced that I was going up to bed and left them sitting there.

I was shaking almost uncontrollably as I stripped naked and got into bed, lying in the middle with the covers pulled up to my chin. I lay there wondering what they were talking about and when one of them would take the hint or if they were both too drunk or too stupid to catch on. It had been over half an hour and I'd just decided that they were both stupid when I heard a shuffling sound outside the bedroom door.

The door opened and Mike walked in stark naked and very erect followed by Billy equally naked and a wave of lust swept through me. I turned to face Billy as he slipped into the bed beside me whilst Mike walked around to the other side of the bed and got in behind me. He snuggled up behind me pressing his erect prick into the grove of my bum whilst his hand slipped over my hip and delved lower and I couldn't hold back a giggle when his hand reached its goal and found Billy's prick already firmly lodged in there.

Mike repositioned his hands on the cheeks of my bum, stroking and squeezing as Billy started to work his hips back and forth, sliding slowly in and out.

My breathing was ragged and my entire body was tingling as Billy's prick slid in and out like a well oiled machine and Mike's prick slid up and down the groove of my arse. Mike took hold of his prick and teased it around my puckered hole, causing my breath to catch as it poked against my opening.

I'd only ever had anal sex a couple of times and I quite enjoyed it but Mike had only ever fucked my arse once and declared that he definitely didn't like it saying that it was tight and uncomfortable and no rival for its juicier partner so I was really surprised and my heart almost stopped beating when the tip of his prick nudged into my tight hole.

Every muscle in my body was tense and every nerve was on fire but I was frozen, unable to move just tremble and whimper as all of my conscious thoughts were centred between my legs. Mike took hold of his shaft and dragged the head of his prick back and forth across the taut, smooth flesh of my taint, painting it with his precum as it moved from my anus to my cunt, bumping into Billy's solid shaft at one extreme before retreating to circle and push at my ring at the other.

I was struggling to remember to breathe as my hips automatically jerked back and forth trying to guide Mike's prick to my clenching sphincter but he just kept up his relentless teasing and I suddenly realised that Billy's prick had stopped moving inside me, perhaps because of the shock of having Mike's prick repeatedly bumping against his or because my jerky movements were enough stimulation for him.

Mike paused with his prick up against Billy's and pressed more firmly and I gasped out loud as I realised that he was trying to force his prick inside me alongside Billy's and I froze, telling myself that it would never fit before realising that two children had entered the world that way. All the same, it wouldn't fit as my stretched flesh yielded slightly to the pressure before springing back like elastic to deny him entry. He tried again and again with no success before using a finger to lead the way stretching me even wider and making space for his prick to follow and, suddenly, the head of his prick popped inside.

I gasped in surprise and held my breath as he pushed forward, easing into me an inch at a time until he was buried balls deep inside me alongside Billy.

I was shocked by the wail that escaped my lungs that sounded like distress but there was no distress just an unbelievable feeling of being stretched and full like never before.

Neither cock moved and, after what felt like an eternity, I cautiously eased myself back towards Mike being careful not to lose the incredibly fat cock buried inside me then I eased forward again against Billy.

Both men seemed to have stopped breathing as I worked myself back and forth gradually increasing my pace as my confidence grew. The sensations were unbelievable as Billy's prick ground against my clitoris and pressed against my g spot and Mike's bell end jabbed against my cervix and I groaned and groaned, louder and louder as I rocked back and forth on my giant prick.

I was dizzy and tingling all over and I wanted this incredible feelng to last forever as my movements grew recklessly frantic until I was in danger of losing my amazing cock and then I felt a surge of heat flooding me and I knew that one or both of my cocks had silently cum inside me. I wailed in ecstasy as my own orgasm crashed through me and I lay there, gasping for breath with two fat pricks buried deep inside me.

I felt the fat prick shrivel inside me and Mike's half slithered out of me painting a trail of spunk up the cleft of my bum as he cuddled up to me with Billy's rigid dick still deep inside.

None of us moved or even breathed for several minutes before Mike eased away from me, slipping out of bed and slowly made his way towards the door, walking like a man too exhausted to put one foot in front of the other and, even before he reached the bedroom door, Billy had flipped me onto my back and was pounding into me as I howled my approval.

We fucked throughout the night and I was completely shattered by the time that Billy finally declared that he had to leave to go to work. I heard him close the front door behind him and I laid back luxuriating in that totally contented, cosy afterglow of being well and truly fucked but, after half an hour or so, I started to wonder about Mike so I staggered out of bed in search of him.

He wasn't hard to find, lying on his back in the spare room and snoring quite loudly so I sat down beside him, shook his shoulder and asked "Are you awake?"

He didn't even open his eyes as he murmurred "I am now".

I got onto my knees beside him, swung my left leg across his body and knelt upright astride him with my knees tucked under his armpits, proudly displaying my used cunt and I felt like the dirtiest slut on earth as I asked "How does it look?"