It had been about a year since we last invited another man into our bedroom. During that time, I had a major surgery that definitely took something out of me and worried about fulfilling M's very high sex drive. As I recovered, I noticed it taking longer and longer for M to reach orgasms and sometimes she would even fake them to try to spare me the embarrassment of not getting her off.
This was completely unacceptable. Then one day she complained that we never did anything exciting anymore.
"Oh you want to do something exciting, huh?" I said hoping for details from my frustrated lover. But M always left it up to me to create the excitement. Or at least allow it.
We had been seeing other couples together in the months since our encounter with Bill, meeting swingers alone and in groups at clubs and bars. We even hosted a glow party with ten other couples, but nothing really ever clicked. We took up with one couple and were sort of "dating," though things were moving slowly. It was hot but complicated — with four people to seduce and satisfy. I wanted simple again.
"We are going out to dinner on Key Biscayne for excitement," I said, having already arranged to meet a man to make us a threesome, "and see to who we meet out there."
M looked nonplussed as she chopped celery and protested, unconvincingly, filling sandwich bags with raw vegetables. We both knew it was going to happen again, and we were both excited as hell.
This was meant to be a progression from the previous two times M was shared, when she expressed distaste at the prospect of being left alone but was unable to follow me out of the room. She reacted passionately to the opportunities to be alone with the other men, lying about the intense pleasure she experienced in my absence. In Seattle, she claimed her butt plug "fell out" after I left the room suggesting that Jeff rub her pussy while he took her ass. She was laughing with him after they finished. In KC, she chastised me for leaving her alone in the room for 15 minutes while she had another orgasm, sucked Bill's cock and kissed him with a passion I had never experienced from her. What would happen if I was not there at all to bridle her lust?
M had blossomed into a perfect slut now, surpassing my ability to please her. Her pussy was always wet and she made no attempt to avert her eyes from other handsome men when we were out. It felt like they were all potentials and she could not contain her lust. I had what every man wanted — she was willing to please me at all times and that was still not enough to satisfy her.
M looked ravishing after she prepared herself for our night out. She chose some black leather booty shorts with a white spaghetti string top and stilettos. As always, she spent a couple hours shaving and scrubbing so that every part of her was smooth and sensual. Everyone in the oceanside restaurant watched her as we entered and dined. I made her wear an internal vibrator to dinner and buzzed her throughout the meal, heightening her anticipation for what was to come.
My initial plan for the night fell apart when the gentleman we were to meet out on the key got cold feet. His loss — M always had a line of men wanting to meet her and I texted the next one over dinner.
Todd was an airline pilot on a layover in Miami. Turned out his hotel was right across the street from our apartment. He was a little under 6 feet tall and good looking, but not really handsome. He had a lot of certifications from other swingers attesting to his attention to details and other abilities. I shared his profile with M over dinner and she did not protest, so I texted him a picture of her that she took at the table.
"Oh my god she is beautiful!" Todd replied.
"And after you spank her she gets even more adorable."
"That's not fair!" he said.
Todd met us at the bar in his hotel after dinner and appeared to be as advertised — squeaky clean with a little bit of a daring. He talked about his kids and how he came to Miami often on layovers. I could tell M liked him as she flirted between us, paying more attention to her new friend as expected. I moved the conversation along to so we would not be up all night getting to know each other and, after we finished our drinks, we headed back to our apartment.
"I want to run up first to get ready," M said as she walked ahead of us looking amazing in her booty shorts, "why don't you two get us some desert at the grocery store?"
Todd and I went into the fancy grocery store on the first floor of our apartment building.
"M will do just about anything for some key lime pie," I shared, "it's her favorite."
We headed back to the desert section of the store and I told Todd that we had only done this twice before and they were about a year apart. I explained that M might decide nothing would happen, but I doubted it. I said that M liked to be dominated and that he should not hold back in any way. We got a slice of pie and went up to the apartment for some nervous conversation. I could tell Todd and M had a connection immediately.
I went out onto the porch to give them a moment alone together and, when I returned, they were standing close sharing bites of key lime pie and shots of patron and arguing about whether the pie should be eaten before or after taking the shot. I joined them but already felt like an outsider in my own home. Two's company, three's a crowd.
After a couple shots, M went into the spare bedroom and sat on the bed, removing her stilettos, booty shorts, and top slowly while Todd and I watched with our cocks hardening. I turned on the black light and some music.
"I want your sex, huh?" M laughed as she crossed the room and got up on the massage table, "what a coincidence it is playing that song."
She laid on her chest, knowing she had a perfectly shaved and scrubbed pussy showing between the gap in her thighs with a pink jewel butt plug glistening in her tightest hole.
Her four handed massage did not last long at all - as soon as she started wiggling her butt Todd dug in to her pussy with his fingers. Although I prefer a little more foreplay, I rolled her over and directed him to her tits while I kissed her. M reached down and grabbed both of our cocks through our pants, jerking them off as best she could. I was between her legs eating her pussy in no time while Todd straddled her on the table fucking her throat.
"Did his cock fit in your mouth while you were sucking him off?" I asked her later.
"Yes, but my mouth was too dry and he knew it wasn't going well for me I think," M replied.
"How did you know?"
"Babe. Because he took it out."
I pulled my pants down and slapped my dick on her lips as Todd moved between her thighs.
"Might as well get something out of you while you get your pussy licked."
M sucked my dick in synch with her hips grinding on Todd's face. She held my cock in one hand and used the other to position Todd's head, moaning from the attention she was getting. After a while I came in her mouth. Neither of them were able to come and everything just kind of stopped for a minute.
"Can I fuck her?" Todd asked as I left the room to clean up.
"Of course," I said, leaving them to it.
I could see them through the window on the porch. M had her ass up and was on all fours on the massage table looking directly at me as Todd pounded her hard. She was pushing back into him with a look of determination on her face, trying to take all of him inside of her.
"Come back in here!" I could read her lips mouthing as his cock slammed into her. Todd had his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back into him. She had to look down as she continued to take his cock again and again. From my perspective, it looked like he was pulling her hair and she had just gotten new extensions. I walked back in from the porch.
"No hair pulling!" I yelled in from the living room. I heard laughter and some words I could not make out so I went back into the room.
"He's not!" M said looking back at me from atop the massage table with Todd thrusting his hips into her.
