Have A Little Faith 2

It was about three weeks after my 42nd birthday. I'm still not exactly sure what came over me. I was a senior accountant, mother of three, happily married to a successful CEO, Mercedes SUV, Summer home at the lake. I just felt...off.

Arlo, was our new IT summer intern. We did this every year as part of our community service outreach initiative in cooperation with one of the inner-city high schools. It helped a kid get a head start on college tuition, and we got a rather hefty tax deduction and some good press in our community to boot.

Arlo was around 6 foot 2. At 18, he'd be going into his senior year. Ebony skinned, he had a fresh-faced innocence that I found refreshing. We'd soon developed a good working relationship. We were doing software and hardware updates in the server room. It meant going in on weekends when the staff wasn't around.

He was a good kid. Really focused on his future, he admitted that his personal life was largely secondary. Anyway, he admitted to me one afternoon. Girls kinda scared him. They were so hard to figure out.

I'd told Denny about him, and he seemed unconcerned about the amount of time we'd have to spend together. I'd come home after work on Saturday and share something Arlo had done or said. Denny would just smile and nod at me.

Later, he told me that he knew how badly I was crushing on the young man long before I did.

I guess that until the afternoon when it happened, I was pretty oblivious to my own desires.

It happened in the server room. Arlo had just helped me mount and install a new rack mounted switch box. Suddenly, I was aware of his scent, fresh and manly.

Tightening the final screw in the mounting bracket he turned to face me. There was just something about the way he was looking at me. I was flushed, I was aroused.

"Faith, are you feeling okay, you're blushing." Arlo said.

Before I could even think of a reply I had hiked up my skirt. My panties were ruined. I pushed them to the floor and kicked them off. It turned out I didn't need to say anything at all.

Arlo had the rest of my clothes off in a matter of seconds. Staring at my fit, but unmistakably middle-aged figure with lust in his eyes. We kissed frantically as I tore his clothes off. His cock was gorgeous and I needed it inside me as quickly as possible. He was more than eager to oblige.

There I was, Soccer mom, Loving wife, naked in the server room balanced on the edge of the table, tits swinging, giving this lovely young black man his first piece of ass. I think I came right away as he rammed his beautiful cock into me in one stroke. To his credit, even in his inexperience, his instincts were good, and I came twice more before he filled my pussy with his spunk. It was only after he'd pulled out of me and I could feel his cum running down my thigh, that the gravity of what we'd just done sank in.

"Not a word of this to anyone, okay Arlo? We'd both get in big trouble." I made him swear.

Mortified, I told Denny as soon as I got home. He didn't seem surprised.

"Did he cum in you?" He asked.

"Yeah, he kinda did." I confessed, blushing.

"Let me see." Denny demanded, his fingers easily sliding inside my still slick hole.

"Oh, honey." I moaned. We headed to the bedroom where we fucked harder than we had in years, right up until I had to go get dinner ready.

As far as I was concerned it was a spontaneous one-off. I'd gotten to deflower a lovely young black man, and he'd gotten to scratch my married middle-aged itch. Win-win, right?

The following Saturday, we found ourselves rushing to complete our scheduled agenda. This had happened in the past. We'd wrap up early and get to go home a little sooner. Instead, we'd finished early and I was straddling him sitting in my office chair with my tongue down his throat.

A little while later he filled me a second time, doggie style on my office floor.

I didn't have to say a word when I got home to Denny. I just handed him my sodden panties, and blushed.

"Slut." He said as we made a bee line to the bedroom. It became our Saturday routine from then on.

Then it was Denny's turn to surprise me.

"I booked a room at the Plaza. Babysitter is on the way over. Dress sexy."

That's all he'd say, even though I begged him in my most pathetic needy wife voice.

The room had a king-sized bed, and a comfy couch. I was nervous and concerned about what he had planned. Ten minutes after our arrival there was a knock on the door. Arlo, and another young man were ushered into the room by Denny.

"See, Cleon? I told you she was a total cougar!" Arlo grinned.

I was totally taken off guard. Embarrassed and completely turned on captured for what I was. Smiling at me, Denny had poured himself a scotch and enthroned himself on the couch, pointing first to me and then to the bed.

Sitting, I was soon joined by the boys. Arlo began making out with me. Cleon, starting to remove my clothes from the other side. It felt strange, being with two guys, there in front of my husband. But there was something else. I was crazy horny, knowing these two young strapping black guys weren't going to stop at just making out.

Over the next several hours I managed to milk four loads out of Arlo and three out of Cleon, one each down my throat, one up my ass, and the rest in my hungry pussy. Denny's eyes were glued to us the whole time. It was my first DP, though not my first anal. It blew my mind, making me cum so hard.

By the time the boys left my tits were covered in hickies and my hair looked like I'd just been in a tornado. Cum ran from my pussy and ass as Denny stood and disrobed. He was hard as a rock and made me cum several more times before switching to my ass, and dumping his load in there with Cleon's.

I'd heard about things like this happening. I just never expected I'd be the one it happened to. I felt so slutty. But I felt hot too, thinking about how the boys had worshipped my mature body. I couldn't help responding to it. And feeling Denny's cock sloshing around in another man's cum, just made me get off harder.

My Saturday trysts with Arlo continued until the end of his internship, punctuated by several more hotel adventures with Cleon. Denny's insistence on reclaiming me afterwards just fueled a renewal in our sex life at home. Once the school year had started again, opportunities to get together with the boys were harder to arrange.

Denny encouraged me to invite them over, and I admitted that it felt even dirtier fucking them right there in our own bed. It was there that I attained my crowning achievement, though, with Denny's cock in my mouth, Cleon back up my ass, and Arlo's rod punishing my pussy, I got them all off. A true three-hole slut. I accepted my destiny.

Denny just shook his head as I dabbed a glob of his cum from the corner of my mouth with my finger, licking it salaciously. Whatever mid-life crisis had hit me that summer, now saw me strong and sexy. Self-assured in a way I had never been before. And the experiences and adventures we shared with Arlo and Cleon, were priceless beyond measure for all of us.

When the boys finally graduated and left for college, things seemed to return to normal for Denny and I. We heard from them from time to time, but they were both in relationships now, and what we'd shared was a thing for the history books for them.

We were back at the Plaza, this time in the Restaurant. Denny was entertaining a client, who had gone to use the rest room. Our waiter, a very attentive well spoken young black man had begun to clear away our plates. I couldn't help but notice that he appeared to have quite a nice package. Denny couldn't help but notice me noticing that.

"Excuse me, Alphonse." Denny said, reading the waiter's name tag. It's probably a little late for us to drive home, and I took the liberty of booking a room here for us, when I booked my clients with that precise possibility in mind."

"Good thinking sir." Alphonse remarked.

"I think what my wife here was thinking, is that if you're getting off work soon, would you like to stop by the room for a drink?" Denny continued.

I saw Alphonse look me up and down, knowing that he was estimating what I'd look like naked.

"I'm off in an hour." He said. Denny slipped him the spare room card.

An hour and a half later he was off in my pussy. He was big. Like too big for my ass big. But boy did he stuff my cunt full. After he left, it was Denny's turn. We fucked three times before falling asleep. That hadn't happened in a while.

At the checkout the next morning the girl at the desk remarked that we had been left a note, handing us the envelope. It was from Alphonse, letting us know that he'd had a wonderful evening with us, and that if I ever wanted to, he'd be delighted to entertain me more. That and a phone number. A phone number that Denny had already finished entering under contacts on his phone, transferring it to mine.

That Friday night, I was on my back in Alphonse's bed, stuff to overflowing with his magnificent cock. Begging him for his cum. He did not disappoint. Four times he came in me. I hadn't felt so well-greased in months. Denny didn't waste a minute once I got home.

"Fuck, honey. He got ya good!" Denny groaned as he added his load to the collection.

"I know! I'm such a slut!" I squealed, feeling the warmth of Denny's cum blossoming inside my well fucked pussy.

"Every bit of you, dear." Denny agreed.

My dates with Alphonse became a regular thing. His apartment was one he shared with two roommates. They had all graduated high school together, and gotten jobs locally afterwards. It was my third date with Alphonse that I got to meet them. Harley, had dreads down almost to his ass was a soccer coach. His folks had moved here from Jamaica when he was just going into junior high. Dave worked construction, his dark skin covered in tattoos.

Alphonse mentioned that generally speaking, they were usually all home on the weekends. He ended with a bit of an upward inflection, but I'd already gleaned the meaning behind the comment. I was so wet.

"Perhaps, I'll drop by for lunch this Saturday." I said coquettishly.

"We'd love to have you!" Harley grinned, winking at me.

I told Denny when I got home, and I could tell by the way he pounded me that he was on board with the whole idea.

It became a once or twice a month thing. I'd go over around mid-morning on Saturday, and they'd pound me till around noon the next day. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes all three. I didn't care as long as I got my fill of hard cock. Denny started calling me Mrs. Conductor, as the boy's would often send video snippets of me honing my train pulling skills.

Whereas sex with Arlo and Cleon had been volcanic and youthfully enthusiastic, with Alphonse and company it was far more sophisticated and athletic. Denny mentioned it first. That ever since our third kid was born, I'd had that extra seven pounds, but now I looked as tight as I was before we'd had kids. If anything, that made him want me more.

Ironically, the sluttier I'd become, the better our marriage got.

It was a hot summer weekend, and I was headed over to the boys place for a little tag team fun. Walking in the door (I had a key by now), there was Dave, balls deep in some young blue eyed blond. Harley had opened a beer for me and handed it to me.

"That's Dave's sisters friend, Chelsea. She's here checking out colleges. Her and Dave are getting reacquainted." Harley said.

"You can say that again." I said, raising the beer bottle in a slight toast. She was a cutie, fucking him with an obvious familiarity, it was amazingly sexy. I could see why Denny got off on watching me fuck. Chelsea's tits bounce and jiggled as Dave railed her. Her pale skin flushed pink as she started to cum. So sexy.

Harley was trying to gently pull me over to the couch, but I wasn't ready for distraction. "Wait, wait, wait!" I managed.

I knew Dave well enough to know he was close, and sure enough he pulled out and jerked off on her tummy. Looking over at me, grinning and winking.

"Somebody wanna grab a paper towel?" I heard Dave say.

Then I heard my own voice. "Hold on. I have a better idea."

Now I didn't have any idea exactly how much of Daves cum I'd swallowed, but it was a lot. Suddenly it was like I'd never seen jizz before. There, translucent dollops right there on Chelsea's stomach and mons. I had move to get a better look, and found myself getting closer and closer.

She lay there watching me as I got between her pretty legs. I heard her sigh sweetly as I began to lick up Dave's spunk. I could smell her freshly fucked pussy. I felt her running her fingers through my hair. Gently encouraging me.

It wasn't a conscious thought process I was going through. I could smell Chelsea's arousal, it was nice. I'd just taste it a little bit. She moaned as my tongue found her clit. She moaned again as it danced around her wet hole. She tasted good. I had never pictured myself getting sexual with another woman, but right now I wanted to make Chealsea cum.

I felt hands taking my clothes off. My face was buried in the blond's drenched pussy. I felt the catch of my bra come off and the girls swing free. Harley was behind me pulling my hips up and planting his cock inside me.

"Lady. I don't know who you are, but don't you dare stop doing what you're doing." I heard Chelsea moan.

"Oh. My manners. Chelsea this is Faith. Faith meet Chelsea." I could hear Harley said chuckling.

In fact, I had to stop twice to cum, as Harley fucked me. But I'd eaten her through three or four orgasms by then, so she wasn't complaining. I could feel Harley picking up the pace and knew he was about to nut in me. Fireworks going off as his jizz hit my womb.

As soon as he was done and out of me, I rolled over on my back. Suddenly she was there, her tongue scooping up as much of Harley's seed as she could. Alphonse was there and grooving on the show we were putting on. Waif and Cougar, tangled and sexy on their apartment floor. Life was good.

"I've never..." I began as Chelsea kissed me afterwards.

"Me neither. I never would have if you hadn't. The only person I've ever had sex with is Dave. I let him pop my cherry during a sleepover with his sister... and then just now." She confessed.

"Well then, I have no choice." I said getting up. "Enjoy your weekend boys. Treat Miss Chelsea here right."

Alphonse gave me a big thumbs up as I headed for the door.

"Wait. I want..." She began.

"I know. Me too." I said, adding. "You'll come visit us. Me and my husband. The boy's will give you my number."

And with that I slipped out. Denny was surprised to see me home early. Very surprised when he found me in a state of not as fucked as he was expecting. Very very surprised when I told him about Chelsea.

"I invited her here." I groaned as his cock sank into me.

"When?" He groaned back.

"Next weekend. For sex." I replied. "She's only ever had sex with Dave." I added, though amending that by now it probably was no longer the case.

She arrived Friday evening.

"Thanks for last weekend, Faith." She said, kissing her on the mouth with a barely hidden passion.

"Glad to have you here, This is my husband Denny." I replied.

We'd had a nice dinner and the kids were settling in with some movies. Chelsea and I had kinda snuck away to the bedroom and things were just starting to get hot when Denny joined us, happy that the kids were adequately occupied, but wanting to see me fuck this young girl again.

I was going down on her as he quietly entered our bedroom. I had her close to her first orgasm, and Denny was soaking it all in. Had you told either one of us in our twenties that someday we'd be not only indulging in, but reveling in this, we would have laughed in disbelief.

For all the times he'd watched me with another man's cock inside me, this was on a totally different wavelength. Watching me make a beautiful young woman cum with my mouth wasn't something he'd ever expected or something we'd discussed. Just the noises Chelsea was making was enough to have him sporting a woodie in seconds. By the time Chelsea crawled between my legs, I was fairly certain of what was going to happen next. It was Daddy time.

The shoe, for the lack of an accurate metaphor, was suddenly on the other foot. I watched my husband line his hard cock up with a twenty year old's pussy as I felt her tongue inside me. I saw his cock burying itself in her tawny sex. I didn't know if I should be turned on or angry. And then I came. And I came. And I came.

I watched Denny unload his seed into her. It was truly profound as she collapsed against my twat and shook like a leaf in the wind. Guess someone had daddy issues.

I managed to get up and get the kids to bed. Sliding into my side of the bed, Chelsea and Denny were already asleep. I thought about her cum filled pussy. I thought about masturbation, but it seemed like a waste. There was tomorrow to look forward to.

When she left on Sunday afternoon, Denny was thoroughly drained, I was sore, and we'd already scheduled another weekend.

Middle age, I had to admit, was turning out to be not so bad.