Pete and I eventually found ourselves dressing and getting ready to head home after our night with Tony and Caroline. For the first time in I don't know how many years I had been roundly and thoroughly fucked by Tony's huge nine inches. His come was deep inside me and my pussy was practically humming. I mean, there's really no other way to say it -- I was satiated and happy. For his part, I'm pretty sure Tony enjoyed himself (he came three times, for crying out loud -- two in my pussy and once down my throat), I know Caroline did, and Pete seemed very happy. I made plans to get with Caroline next day to talk through what had happened, and what might happen next. Then we left for home to find Michelle, our nineteen-year-old baby sitter dozing on the couch.
I woke her gently, and as she came to, she looked at me. "If I didn't know better" she said, "I'd swear you went and pulled a train. You smell like sex. Good for you guys!" I just grinned at her. Holding Pete's hand, I said "I'm not sure we should be talking about it with you, but what the hell.... Yes, I did get thoroughly railed and we loved it! Now Pete will pay you and then he can drive you home, okay? And if you decide you want to fool around with my amazing husband, then you better be really good because I'll be expecting a full report when he gets back. Whenever that is, by the way. By the way, he has the most amazing tongue you will ever encounter. If, of course, that interests you! And if you've only been with guys your age then I can bet you've never had it as good as he can provide. I know that I used to fantasize about a couple of husbands when I baby sat but never did anything about it and always regretted it."
"Why didn't you?" asked Pete.
"Because of the wives. I didn't want to screw up any marriages. But if you guys decide to do the dirty, it's fine by me. I want my honey to be a happy camper, whatever it takes."
"Really?" Michelle asked. "You mean you want me to seduce him? That's so wicked! Come on, Pete, I know the perfect spot to park where it's private." With that she grabbed his hand and headed towards the door.
"I'm taking a hot bath and then I'll be in bed. Very available when you get home, if this young lady doesn't manage to get you off."
"Ha! I'm gonna drain him dry before we're done." And they went out the door, laughing.
Did I really just set up our babysitter and my husband? Absolutely! From the look I got, I was pretty sure she'd never had someone go down on her for her pleasure -- younger studs were always operating from "in order to" -- in order to get me wet to fuck, or to say they did, etc. Meanwhile, the thought of him coming home to tell me all about it was causing a clenching in my lady bits! Holy crap, my dirty slut self was back again!
Anyway, I checked in with our girls from the doorway to their bedroom. Eight-year-old Kelly and 6-year-old Mara were asleep, beautiful little angels and I suddenly wondered about their futures -- Pete and I were definitely going to need to talk about that. Eventually. But for now, I was content to bask in their precious beauty and then head down the hall to our room. I started the water and stripped down. I flashed on the evening's adventures -- Tony's big prick; Caroline's delicious pussy and lovely tits; Pete's amazing tongue and even more amazing, how big a man he had to be to let me let my inner slut loose.
Then I turned the handle to shower and cleaned off all the cum and saliva and sweat and pussy juice. I detached the shower head with the intention of cleaning out whatever was still up inside me, and of course wound up using it on myself to get myself off -- that pulse setting never fails! As I was allowing the sensations to subside, I flipped the drain to close and turned the water to faucet and fill the tub, sinking down and just soaking in the hot water. My thought again turned to how wonderful a man I had married that he wanted me to have everything I wanted, and I was crying tears of joy as I heard his car in the driveway and then his entry into the house.
When he came into the bathroom, he was in the process of getting undressed, and seeing me crying he stopped short with a worried look on his face.
"These are tears of joy, darling. No need to worry. I am not only fully satisfied sexually; I am simply in awe of the man I married and his love for me. Your love for me! Now, tell me about your time with Michelle! All the juicy details!" And I splashed him as he sat on the floor next to the tub.
"Well, can you smell her? I mean, first off, her reaction to my mouth was as if she'd gone to heaven! It was like you said -- no one who knew what they were doing had ever eaten her out before, so she not only came quickly, it was the kind of orgasm that kept happening. With my help, of course! Two fingers in her pussy as I sucked on her clit let me reach her g-spot, which apparently was something truly new for her. Something tells me she's going to be calling you for advice on toys that will reach it, since I suggested you had some. And the final piece was when I got fingers in her ass -- she squirted as she came! I think maybe we can try that...."
"Well, that explains the smell. As for trying out squirting -- not tonight, okay? I don't want to disappoint you, but I really do need some recovery time. If that's okay with you, that is. But my mouth is all yours, since it appears that Michelle doesn't get the concept of reciprocity."
"She could barely talk after all that, so I figured there was no need to press her when I had the neighborhood slut at home." We both laughed as I reach down to stroke him.
"Stand up and let me show you just what a nasty ho you married." I got on my knees, water cascading off my boobs, opened my mouth, grabbing his ass and pulling his dick into me. Breathing through my nose (easy enough with his size) I worked a finger up his ass, found his prostate and suddenly had a mouth full of his thicky, salty juice. After swallowing, I grabbed a towel and told him to shower and join me in bed. We slept naked that night, and slept soundly until the girls woke us. That morning, we stared sex ed with them -- at least, got them exposed to naked adults. Neither of them got upset -- probably because we weren't.
Later that day, after breakfast and chores, we went out back into the yard. The girls played in the kiddie pool while Pete mowed the lawn, and I sat in the sun in a bikini and read. At some point I drifted off, waking abruptly to the sound of men's voices and what I recognized as the sounds of barbells and weights. Looking around, I realized one of the voices was Pete, and the others came from our next-door neighbors -- the three young guys who lived next door. I got up, looking for the girls and didn't see them and called out to Pete. "Where are the girls?"
"Hi gorgeous" he replied. "They are inside, napping. Come on over and meet our neighbors." I finally located him in the next-door backyard. Him and three other men, all shirtless and sweating. All of them -- Pete included -- fine specimens of the male form. Of course I was going to go meet them!
So, I but down the book I had fallen asleep to and got off the chair. I thought about getting a wrap to put on top of my bikini -- but that was as much as I did. Though about it. And then simply strolled over to take Pete's hand.
The way those three guys looked at me as I approached caused my pussy to moisten. Some women have a problem when men check them out -- I think it's because they're insecure. I am fully aware that I have big tits. I've had them since high school, for crying out loud, and hell, I'm proud of them and fascinated with the effects they have on men. I let the objectifications slide unless they are unique and exciting, and as Pete can attest, I've become good with double entendre replies as needed. After two kids, they reached double D, and while they hang lower than they used to since they weigh more, exercise workouts keep them from sagging. I know they command attention and I'm not only fine with it, but I enjoy it. I thank my mom for that, since she was even bigger than I am now; not only did she understand all the things I went through, but she was able to talk about them and help me come to terms with my body.
I was just beginning to wonder about my parents and their sex lives, kind of lost in thought, when Pete tapped me on the shoulder.
"Honey, are you okay? You just drifted off there."
