Shelly smiled and snuggled down into the blankets. Her pussy was still tingling from the dream she had just had. Wow, she thought, it would be so hot to have sex with Rob and Peter at the same time.
Shelly rolled over and hugged the warm body beside her. Her hands played over his chest, her fingers searching for the tuft of hair in the middle. When she failed to find it, her hand trailed lower, over the flat muscular stomach.
“What?” she said aloud, opening her eyes. She was curled against Rob, with her hand resting on his flat abdomen. Her eyes continued the path her hand had begun. She licked her lips at the sight of his flaccid cock resting in its nest of pubic hair. The urge to take it in her mouth was strong, but so was her ravenous hunger for something more nourishing.
She rolled over again, to find Peter on her other side. She smiled, and caressed his cheek tenderly. He was such a wonderful husband to fulfill his wife’s fantasy like this. Carefully climbing out of bed, she donned a bathrobe and went in search of food. She was surprised to find that they had slept the night away. She decided not to wake the men until she had breakfast ready. In spite of her complaints about cooking, she really enjoyed the task.
Peter sighed and stretched as he woke from his nap. A delicious aroma was tickling his nose, reminding him of how hungry he was. He blinked as he saw Rob in bed with him. Then he remembered with a smile. He reached over and shook Rob’s shoulder.
“Time for round two, buddy,” he said.
“Umm, something sure smells good.”
“Shelly is cooking breakfast. I hope she’s planning on sharing.” Peter got out of bed and pulled on his boxers. He tossed Rob’s across the bed to him.
“She better, or we’ll have to torture her,” Rob said.
“That sounds like fun but I think we should eat first.”
Shelly was coming to wake them just as they were leaving the bedroom. The three of them nearly collided in the doorway. Peter laughed and grabbed Shelly in his arms. His hands moved under the bathrobe she wore. He felt her nipples harden against his bare chest as his hands caressed her ass.
“Food first, baby,” she said, pulling out of his arms. “You two need to keep up your stamina for this weekend.”
“I think you were the first one to fall asleep,” Rob reminded her.
“I must have been faint from hunger.” Shelly led them into the kitchen. The table was set with three places, with platters of food in the middle.
Peter and Rob sat on either side of Shelly, and they all three heaped their plates with scrambled eggs and potatoes and sausage. Shelly poured orange juice for them all, and they dug in with relish.
Shelly watched the two of them eating, and couldn’t believe her luck. Peter was an incredible lover all by himself, but coupled with Rob, and she would be in orgasmic heaven all weekend. She smiled wickedly at the thought of all the fun she could have.