[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.]
Occasionally, my wife had fleeting thoughts about me during the day I was scheduled to return -- late at night -- from my three-day business trip. I guess most husbands could say that about their wives, right.
Only, how many wives are distracted while they have sex with multiple other men on the same day?
Somehow, Kitty seems to fit it all into her life. One life, so much love, so many men. She really is amazing at how she can make all of us feel so good about ourselves.
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"I luv ya too baby," Kitty's sore finger typed on her slick keyboard, with pussyjuice running down her wrists. Her entire petite Asian body was stiff, her muscles in her back, legs, and butt aching from being cramped on the chair in front of our basement computer for several long hours in the middle of the night. Her shaved bald cunt throbbed too, from her equally long hours of masturbation. Her hard little brown nipples on her perky, proportionate A-cup titties hurt, from being hard for so long and from Kitty tugging and twisting them during her orgasms. Even her sexy, slanted brown eyes hurt, from staring at the computer monitor into the wee hours of the morning.
It was already Friday morning, somewhere around 3 a.m. I was still out of town, scheduled to return late that night -- well, more like 1 a.m. the next morning. Kitty didn't have anyone to sleep with overnight, so she spent the time playing on the computer, unable to turn off the machine but instead planted on the chair in front of it, playing with hot men online well past midnight our time.
Kitty tried to lay back to get more comfortable on the chair, while staring at our large monitor. Her eyes were vividly focused on the webcam window opened by her online boyfriend Jackson, who lived across the country and thus could only enjoy multi-hour dates with Kitty through machines, such as this marathon three-hour webcam fuck date. At the moment, the divorced stud was stroking his seven-inch penis, but which was so fat even he couldn't entirely reach his fingers and thumb around its girth. Jackson's cock tapered into a pointy head at the top, making it look like a drilling tool or something built solely to drive into tight cunts. Kitty pulled her hand back from her keyboard to have it rejoin her other hand, busy rubbing her clitoris for her own camera, showing her boyfriend how aroused she was.
The cybersex and webcam fuck ended when Jackson needed to get some sleep, and Kitty couldn't disagree.
Slowly making her way upstairs to bed -- a painful climb up two flights of stairs, which each seemed to have doubled in length -- Kitty crashed in a daze, taking time to fall asleep with her pussy sore. She wished she had someone to cuddle with her, to put an arm around her, to fuck her. Immediately her thoughts turned to the various options she might have enjoyed -- me, her husband; Patrick; Tim; even Kent again, for two nights in a row -- but the one man whose image stuck was Rick. His incredibly sexy body, beautiful face, and wonderful demeanor put her in a state of bliss pretty much unequaled by any other man she bedded. Yes, it would have been nice to have Rick home, since hubby was out of town. Or, for that matter, even if I was in town -- well, that's another matter, wasn't it. She was too tired to pursue that thought.
She woke up in the middle of Friday morning, still a bit sore but completely recharged. There was one thought on Kitty's mind. She wanted dick -- real dick, not over some fucking computer again.
Climbing out of bed, she immediately went back to the basement but not for cybersex. She interrupted her mission only briefly, to send me a text message and hope my trip was going well. She made a mental note to think about doing something nice for me, when I returned home, because she knew how tired I would be after a three-day trip that involved two long flights. But her thoughts about me soon faded to a more pressing problem, that her vagina was demanding some real pleasure from a big cock, and much sooner than when I'd get back from the airport many, many hours later.
Horny for more immediate male attention, she sent hopeful emails to Rick, to Patrick and to Tim, anxiously inquiring if any of the married men might be able to spare some time for her that day. Rick responded immediately -- and disappointly, reporting that he was booked solid all day and weekend. Patrick didn't respond right away. Tim said he missed her, but he didn't make himself available.
Damn, she couldn't line up a quick date. That's the problem when your attention-starved boyfriends are married males with professional jobs. So, what's a horny slut to do when she needs cock quickly?
Go to the gym, of course.
"Ohhh, yeah, Dino, I love you too!" Kitty was sweating profusely, the perspiration streaming down her forehead and half-closing her eyelids, as she looked back over her shoulder at the 20-something year old banging her doggy-style. "Ohhh FUCK, ohhh YES, ohhh baby -- fuck your little slut, baby, YESSSS!"
Her shoulders were pressed into the stud's cheap sofa, her face bent upwards as she strained her neck around to look at the beast screwing her married cunt. Dino's ripped chest was rippling as he rammed his sexy large cock into her twat over and over, and his arms bulged with muscles as he clutched her hips to keep her small body steady for the fucking. Dino's flowing long black hair, like hers, was now drenched with sweat. But unlike Kitty, he had a red headband around his forehead, keeping his long young locks off of his face, and soaking up his sweat before it could rain down his eyes.
Someone -- allegedly Dino's roommate -- had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner in Dino's cramped little apartment. With the outside heat at its daily maximum, the time approaching about 2 o'clock on this insanely hot July afternoon, Dino's living room felt like a sauna. Having already been working out (albeit lightly) at the gym, Kitty's tight Lycra top and working shorts were already drenched even before entering the apartment. But the two only shared a laugh about the heat of the room, because the more pressing issue was the heat they had for each other. The sweaty clothing was discarded virtually immediately upon entering the room anyway.
Dino -- a workout junky -- was not quite a regular boyfriend, but Kitty had befriended him months earlier at the gym. Dino had a steady girlfriend (or two, possibly), and there were times he didn't seem interested in getting naked with my wife. But other times, he readily agreed to take Kitty home and shove his delicious meat into her tight married twat. Dino, like Rick and Patrick, thought Kitty was just a cheating wife having sex behind her husband's back.
This particular day, Kitty wasn't taking "no" for an answer. She spotted Dino working out with the free weights, and she casually made her way over. He was looking so good in his loose tank top, showing off not only his mountainout biceps but his rock-hard, rippled six-pack. The developed perfection of his muscles, however, contrast to Dino's boyish face, with an innocent, "golly me?" look he usually had on his face. When he and Kitty made eye contact, soon they were standing near each other small-talking. But his eyes were glued to the bumps of Kitty's hard nipples inside her tight back Lycra top. He was basically talking to her titties for the conversation. My wife saw it, and it not only made her nipples ache even more, it made her pussy cream in her workout thong.
"So Dino," she purred, standing close enough that only he could hear her amidst the clanking of weights and rumbling of treadmills, but not so close that it looked sexual, "by the way, guess what?"
The 20-something, long-haired muscleman shrugged, having no idea what was coming. "What, Kitty?"
Her voice was sultry, raspy, low, and her eyes burned into his skull. "My husband isn't home today -- so I want to take you home right now and have you fuck my tight little cunt all afternoon." As added incentive, knowing what worked with Dino in the past, she tossed a log onto the fire. "You know my little Asian pussy needs a big fat sexy bone like yours."
He snorted at the blunt proposition, but it didn't really surprise him. His dark eyes rolled to her face, and his sexy mouth turned upwards with a little smile at the corners. "Does it, huh?" Running a hand through his long, sweaty dark hair, he looked around the gym with a playful gasp. "Well, how did I get so lucky -- surely there's no other guys here who wanna rip your little pussy apart with their big dicks?"
Kitty didn't need to look around to know the answer. "Well there might be," she snickered, stepping even more closely to him, her body almost touching his, "but, I only want you, baby."
Dino more or less accepted her invitation to fuck, but with a slight change. They didn't go back to our house as she offered, instead they wound up at his apartment, which was in the complex across the street.
Kissing madly while they ripped each other's clothing off, Kitty found herself sweating profusely in the overheated apartment only sixty seconds after entering it -- but, kneeling on the floor with Dino's awesome erection pointing directly at her face, she ignored the sweltering afternoon air. She rolled her slanted brown eyes up to her friend's boyish face, pouted, grabbed his long dong at the thick base, and stuck her lips around the pole. He tasted sexy and salty, so manly. She loved sucking Dino's huge bulbous cockhead, and she sucked air into her nostrils to ready herself for swallowing the penis into her mouth and throat. "Uhhg gawwd," gagged my wife, salivating all over his dick, "I'm sooo wet, I need this sooo bad, Dino, I love your big cock!"
He snickered. "Mmmm, nothing like this at your home, huh?"
