It's almost midnight on Saturday, and little Tito has been sleeping soundly since his bedtime just after 8 o'clock. His father, Jimi, and his best friend Carlos are playing some WOW on the big screen in the living room, which is fine with me, because I'm getting myself off on the sofa in the family room downstairs.
Dwayne Johnson is such a hottie, and watching him in his movies is enough to get my pussy wet right away, and tonight was no different. Resting against the arm of the sofa, my hand moves beneath the waistband of my black lycra leggings, and I enjoy the outline of my fingers as they move in slow delicious circles over my clit. My left hand slips under my t-shirt and plays with one of my 38D breasts, savoring its firmness and toying with the puffy, black nipple.
This is my second round, as I already came about an hour ago, but every time he takes off his shirt to show off that dark brown body, I just want to start playing over and over again.
As I strum over my very sensitive clitty, I feel like I'm not alone. When I look around, I see Carlos and Jimi standing at the bottom of the stairs peering around the corner at me.
"I told you she's always horny," Jimi says as the two step out in the open. I've already pulled my hands out of my pants and down by my sides, noticing how sticky my fingers are on my right hand.
"Get out! Go play your game," I implore.
I tuck myself further into the corner sofa as they approach, Jimi all smiles and his friend looking all creepy at me. As he sits next to me, Jimi puts his arm around me, cuddling me into his chest. My eyes stay on his best friend and I ask, "What's going on?"
"Well," Jimi offers in a low voice, "Tito's sleeping and now we're both as horny as you are, Baby." I try to push him away but he pulls me up on his body and I feel the pressure of his dick in the crevice of my butt.
"What do you mean "both" horny," I ask, feeling indignant.
"C'mon Baby, just let him see your tats. I did a good job on them, right?" he responds, slipping his hands up under my shirt. I try to pull it back down but Jimi grabs my hands into his one hand, and raises them over my head. He then uses his other hand to pin one arm under his and behind my neck, like a Nelson hold. My legs wriggle and his cock only hardens into me as he stretches me along his body.
"Pull it up and see my ink Carlos," insists Jimi. Carlos moves to me. I know they're only titties, but I wriggle and pull away, trying to keep my dignity. Carlos tugs the cotton cloth up over my titties, and as they pop out, I look down at the ink emblazoned across my chest.
My talented husband scrawled two names in Cloister Black font, in elegant detail. It took him hours for each one with his needles and ink. Just above my left areola is the name "Jiminez" for my husband, who loves to suckle on my big titties. And over the right areola is the name "Tito", for my little boy who also loves to suckle on Mommy's boobies too, but for other reasons.
"Jimi... Noooo," I beg, but it goes unheard, and both men become more rabid.
I am so proud of my ink but I rarely can show it off but for my bathing suit in the summer time. Tonight I read the lettering as Carlos does, and I feel my nipples and vulva tingle as Jimi allows his friend to see me naked in front of him.
Jimi's dick slides slowly up and down my ass, rubbing against my smooth leggings through his sweats. "Go ahead, Carlos. You can taste my side." Part of me didn't want this. I've only been with Jimi for almost ten years, and I've never cheated on him. But this feels wrong, because we've never talked about having another man touch me, especially in front of my own man.
My hands dangled oddly over my head as my husband pinned them against him until I gave in to his wants. Carlos moved to the breast with Jimi's name on it and kissed my thick, black nipple. "No. Please. Not like this," I implored. Carlos looked past me to see my Jimi nod his approval and sucked my nipple into his mouth as my husband moved his hard cock along my rump.
My hands fall to each side of Jimi's face and I caress him as my pussy becomes inflamed from the suction of Carlos' lips. His right hand pulls on my other nipple, increasing my lust for more. Jimi leans into my ear and says something that terrifies me. "He's got a really big dick, Baby. you're gonna like it."
I shake my head instinctively, no. I think about Tito, and how fertile I am, and how I don't know if I can stop this. I remember how big Jimi felt the first time we fucked. He isn't the longest cock I ever played with, but his dick is thick like a soda can. I feel Carlos' hardness along my thigh as he rubs himself against me while sucking my teat, and he feels huge. His cock lays along almost my entire thigh. His mouth switches to the right breast and his hand roams down along my hips and finds the waistband of my leggings. I shimmy, trying to keep them on my hip and away from him, knowing that I have nothing on underneath, while my husband whispers, "Let him do it. We are all horny, right? It's all good. It's just fun, Lena."
I know right then that he is right. We are all horny, but I feel no control, and even less as Carlos pulls one side of my leggings free and down to my knee, the other still on my hip. Jimi's cock is pushing against his pants and into my bare ass cheek. Then Carlos takes hold of the other side and pulls it down as well. That is when Carlos sees the other tattoo that Jimi drew for me. 'Mamacita', meaning hot Momma, sits just above my throbbing clit, in the same script as on my titties. "You do good work, Bro," Carlos offers as he gazes up and down my body.
I squeeze my legs together, knowing he can see my cleanly shaved mound, but trying to keep him from seeing how wet my slit is. Jimi calls out, "Pull them right off her," and then "Pull my sweats down, Carlos. I want to fuck her." Quickly Carlos tugs my pants free and reaches under me to pull Jimi's sweats and underwear down to his knees. My husband's thick Latino cock is wiggling against ass and poking into the wedge between my clenched thighs.
