Afterwards
(Not a ton of sex in this chapter but an introduction to the next part of our journey)
I awoke Sunday morning to sunlight streaming into the bedroom and the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Slowly I got my bearings and saw my husband was already out of bed I guessed him to be the source of that wonderful coffee smell. I was still naked and I realized Ron was still asleep beside me. Visions of last night came pouring in! I quietly slid out of bed, grabbed one of my husband's T-shirt's and made my way to the kitchen. I found Dan with his back to me at the counter and wrapped my arms him around from behind.
"Good morning baby," I whispered, "I hope you still love me?"
Dan spun to face me and kissed me tenderly, "You were absolutely incredible last night!" he said. "Yes I still love you silly, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen!" he added.
I'm pretty sure he was about to take me on the kitchen counter when Ron walked into the room and caught us. Instead of quickie sex I poured coffee for each of us and we sat around the table. The conversation of course turned to the night before.
"I hope you had fun last night?" I asked of Ron.
"It was unbelievable," he replied, "I hope everything is good this morning? I can't tell how I feel that you guys let me share that experience with you!"
We all agreed the night had been amazing beyond any words. There was no weirdness between us at all, everyone seemed comfortable with what had happened and there was definitely no regret. We talked and laughed for an hour so, I hugged Ron and thanked him for an amazing night before heading back to the room to get dressed. We all spent a lazy Sunday on the lake together and the rest of the long weekend we really didn't discuss it again among the three of us. Ron's date showed up to the house the next day and life was back to normal.
The situation with my husband and me was a totally different story however, we could not keep our hands off of each other! We made love in the shower that afternoon and again that night in bed. We held each other and talked about the night before. We relived every detail to each other of what parts we loved the most. To say he loved watching me would be the understatement to end all. It seemed that every second had been imprinted on his mind. Dan seemed to be hard all the time and I wanted him constantly. Returning home at the end of our vacation did nothing to stop our desire! We could barely pass each other in the hallway without attacking each other. We made love all over the house like newlyweds and I was late to work twice that first week! Our desire for each other was burning hot, I have no doubt we made love 20 times or more over those next few weeks and we talked about the threesome constantly. Dan said he couldn't get certain images of me out his mind. He saw me on my back with Ron between my legs fucking me, his cock moving in and out of me or his absolute favorite, he could picture me in the moonlight riding Ron slowly, my back arched and my chest bathed in the moonlight. His fantasy of watching me had been everything he dreamed of, he wished that I could see myself the way seen me that night. Every time he thought about it he wanted me again. We were exhausted from lack of sleep but loving every minute of it.
The summer rolled by quickly but there were many more trips to the lake for us. Dan had made it clear that he was okay with a repeat of the first threesome and I was game too. All that remained was to see if Ron was up for it and our next night together at the lake showed that he was! He admitted quickly that he couldn't get the threesome or me out of his head. He said it had been the hottest thing he'd ever done sexually in his life. The three of us were alone that weekend again and we were quite comfortable with each other now that we had broken the ice a few weeks earlier. We fucked Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday morning! It was simply incredible for me! I was the center of attention and my two gorgeous men took care of me all weekend. When it ended I couldn't wait for the next time. The summer and early fall slipped away with us enjoying each other, meeting at the lake house for a couple nights of amazing sex nearly every other weekend.
It seemed we tried every combination we could. Ron would fuck me from behind while I sucked Dan until he exploded in my mouth or Dan would have me while I hung off the side of the bed with Ron's cock down my throat. No matter what we did we loved it and couldn't wait until the next time we could be alone... just the three of us. We had nights that they pounded me into the bed and nights where we had slow passionate sex in the moonlight. By the end of summer Ron knew every inch of my body and became an expert at getting me off, I had multiple orgasms constantly. With him and my husband taking care of me this way I was in heaven! The boat, the kitchen table, the couch, the shower, it didn't matter. I was a Vixen and I loved it! Dan and Ron pleased me for hours and I took great pride in satisfying them both. I lost count how many times we made love together over the next four or five months.
The true reward of our new life however was the time Dan and I spent alone though. Each weekend with Ron fueled our passion for each other. Dan said he was seeing me in a way he never dreamed possible, a sexual being, an equal to two men in bed and a goddess to him. We had sex nearly every day often more than once. There wasn't a place in our home or on our property or anywhere else for that matter that was safe from us needing each other immediately. A blowjob in the theater, sex in car, and an unforgettable experience on a picnic table in the rain. Dan visited me at work several times requiring the door to be locked as he took me on my desk or the couch in my office. Each time I thought we had peaked it kept getting better, I simply don't have the adjectives to describe it. Sex became like a drug to us and speaking only for myself I was an addict. I craved the weekends at the lake house but they just caused me to burn with desire for my husband. I wanted more and more.
It was sometime in the early fall that I noticed another change taking place, this one more mental than physical. My sexual confidence was beginning to affect other parts of my life too. I was more confident at work, more dedicated to the gym and just generally more vibrant. I felt happier with my life, my career, everything. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't just because of the sex but I'm convinced it was a side affect. I saw myself differently somehow, the woman I'd become in the bedroom was now roaming the streets during the day. My wardrobe had some subtle changes and I became more picky about how I looked. I bought a bunch of new suits for work, the skirts several inches shorter than what I wore normally. I would wear my blouses unbuttoned one more button than I used to be comfortable with and new higher heels became normal too, along with my anklet that Dan had begging me to wear. I took greater care with my makeup and always tried to look good for my husband even during the week. I was even eating better and barely drinking alcohol at all.
I'd always taken care of my body but I became a beast in the gym! I wore tighter shorts and tank tops to show off my work more often. One evening, my friend and training partner Kristen and I were training legs and I matched her in the squat rack for the first time ever! I was totally fired up and Kristen noticed my efforts.
"What has gotten into you lately lady?" she asked one day at the gym. "You've been killing it and you look fantastic! You've just been beaming!"
Coming from her it was a hell of a compliment. Kristen was a dozen years younger than me and her body was ridiculously hot. She had competed on the fitness stage many times so her telling me I looked good made me feel great but what could I say to explain my new attitude? "I'm fucking two guys a few times a month?" I didn't expect that would go over well! I told her I was just feeling confident and comfortable and Kristen seemed to accept it.
"Well I'm just saying if you weren't married girl!" she joked with me making me blush. Kristen was a total flirt and I wondered if she was really just kidding and what she would say if she knew the truth.
A few guys in the gym were noticing too. Occasionally I would catch someone watching me in the mirror. My husband used to tell me that guys were checking me out but I never really believed him, now I was seeing it for myself. Several guys even approached me to tell me how good I was looking. I couldn't have made that big a change in my body so I suspected that my new found confidence and the way I was carrying myself was the true reason they were noticing. It became a cycle, confidence breeds more confidence!
All of a sudden I became aware of guys flirting with me as well. I hate to admit I was a bit dense but I just didn't pick up on it before. I thought guys were just being nice but now I realized a few were hitting on me. A guy at the gym young enough to be my son wanted to get a beer with me, guys at work wanting to grab a drink after work; had it always been this way and I really didn't notice? Again my husband had told me they were flirting but now I believed him, it's like my eyes were opened. I started telling Dan about these things when they happened and it brought new life to our pillow talk and "story time". Dan even suggested I take up someone up on their offer for a drink after work, see if we liked it.
