My husband is probably the best lover I have had. He does this thing where he presses his face against my pussy while sucking on my clit and it makes me come every time. Rick is good in this area as well, but I have to admit that by this time I was thinking only of Rick's size. No; size doesn't matter, even after kids. Yes, it's the magician, not the wand. But what it is; - is different.
Rick slid off his jeans, positioned himself over me and began to work his cock into me. This time it was a familiar feel and a familiar scent. Again, Rick uses slow strokes and I felt like I needed to be pumped faster.
"Lie on your back", I told him. I got on top and reached down to put him in me. Again, the size- a really different experience. I began to ride him and stripped my jacket and top off, so that I only had my denim skirt on, hiked up. We were on the lake in the broad daylight, but we were alone.
I know from Adrian that these stories are mostly read by men. But for any of you readers that are girls, especially moms, let me just share-oh my god! We went at my speed, my control of depth. I fucked him, came quickly and came again. Rick worked his shirt off and played with my breasts, but mostly I just fucked him. When he came I felt like I was the only girl in the world.
Back at the marina we tied up and poured wine to accompany the sunset. Jerry appeared from the next row of boats and introductions were made. He sat down, poured a drink from Rick's well-stocked bar, and proceeded to catch up with Rick and get to know me. I could tell that he could tell something was going on between Rick and I, and that he thought it odd because I wear a wedding band and made no secret of my husband and kids in conversation.
Only three people in the world know about the super bowl. But when a man has shared a woman with another man, there is a secret place in her psyche that he can tap. He knows she is a girl who "does that". Rick knew "that". And by his open flirtations and his camaraderie with Jerry, he let Jerry into that place.
I had enough to drink that I was ready to "go again". Jerry wasn't leaving, and by this time I didn't want him to, even though having Jerry would be crossing a whole different line for me. But he is charming and handsome and Rick's buddy. And I was far from home, on another man's boat.
I went below for drinks and the two men followed me down the ladder. Jerry began to kiss my face and Rick closed up the hatch. We made our way forward to the bed and began a long, tender night of lovemaking. Rick took on the role that Adrian did in our first threesome, kissing and watching while Jerry fucked me first, then trading off. Jerry must have known that Rick had already fucked me that day; I was slippery and tasted like come. But by the end of the night I guess it didn't matter. Jerry came twice in me, Rick came one more time, and the two of them fit in some avid and uninhibited eating, just going for it with fresh, mixed sperm running out of me. Both men were tender and enthusiastic; not trying anything strange or crazy. I thought how bizarre that Rick has watched two other men fuck me now now-his friend and my husband.
Riding back to the airport on Monday night was a mixture of bittersweet lust and contentment. I thought of Adrian and the night before I left, wondered if he would ask about the extra day or if I would tell him. And I didn't tell him, until now.
