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I woke up around six in the morning and Steve was still sleeping. The memories of Jerry fucking me started to arouse me and I could feel my panties become very wet. I did not want to wake Steve up so I slowly slid my hand down my body and under my panties until I found my wet clit. I knew Jerry would be fucking me again soon and there was no way that I could give him up. It was one thing to tease, but after he fucked me, there was no way I could ever tell him no. Steve would just have to understand. Not only was Jerry's cock longer than Steve's but Jerry's was so much thicker! I loved the way he filled me.
One thing about Jerry was the way he knew how to tease and seduce me and, if that wasn't enough, Jerry knew how to fuck. Oh, Steve brought him into our bed and I was not going to give him up. I'm not sure that men can understand this, but I knew that Jerry and I were not soul mates. We have a strong sexual bond and when we were around each other we were attracted to each other only sexually.
There I was in my bed the day after enjoying my first lover, masturbating while my husband slept next to me.
After that night all Steve could talk about was how hot and erotic it was watching Jerry do me. Having Steve talk openly helped relieve all my anxiety and fears. From the first time that Steve had talked about a threesome I worried how he would react the day after.
Monday morning Steve started to plan our next weekend and all I could do was sit back and watch. Sure, I thought, it was kind of odd that my husband went clothes shopping for me. I loved the fact that he was thinking of me, but in realty I knew that what he was really thinking about was his friend doing me.
My kinky husband had purchased a sexy backless, black dress and black thong that is what he wanted me to wear. Steve told me that he would take care of grocery shopping and the only thing that I had to do was relax and enjoy the night.
Isn't that strange? To have a husband go clothes shopping, purchase the food for dinner, and help me relax so that I could enjoy my lover? Needless to say I was very confused; not only did my husband want to watch me with another man, but now he was shopping for my clothes and planning dinner.
I grabbed Steve by the wrist, "Steve, what are you up to?"
He smiled, "Nothing, why?"
"Uh well, you went shopping for clothes for me and you invited Jerry to come over."
Steve smiled, "Yes, I did invite Jerry over. I think you like him."
Playfully I slapped his shoulder, "Steve, I think that you like him more."
"Is that a bad thing? When Jerry is around you want sex. I like the fact that you want to do it and I love watching you with him."
I looked at him confused, "Are you sure you like watching him do me?"
"Yes, that was hot."
Since that erotic night when Steve shared me with Jerry, Steve has not said anything negative about the experience. In fact I think having a threesome might improve both our libidos. I smiled, "Okay, if you're sure." Steve had dropped our kids off at my mother's for the night and that told me that he wanted Jerry to spend the night.
Off to the showers. I made sure to take my time while shaving my legs and pussy. I knew that being shaved drove Steve wild. Once out of the shower I did the normal things; dry off, cool off, and then started to get ready. I made sure to tease Steve a little, but I wasn't ready for him to see my shaved pussy. So I put my thong on and then went out to the kitchen to get a glass of wine.
Steve was sitting in the family room watching TV, but once he saw me in my thong he immediately came over. He asked me if he could help and I told him to pour me a glass of wine, which of course he happily did.
After he handed me my glass of wine I went back to my bedroom to get ready for my date.
Ten minutes into getting ready Steve came into the bedroom and started to watch me get ready and, after just a couple of minutes, after that the door bell rang and he walked over to me, knelt down, and pulled down my thong. I guess my mind was in shock. My husband had arranged for this date, my dress, and now pulled my thong off before his friend arrived. Now I started to feel a little self-conscious, after all the dress was backless so I was unable to wear a bra for support and my nipples were clearly hard. Steve picked this dress knowing that I couldn't wear a bra. He's always trying to get me to dress like a slut, but tonight I was kind of slutty and also classy. I felt sexy and loved the way the soft dress teased my nipples. Because my husband had removed my thong I feared that everyone would notice my arousal.
About twenty minutes after Steve came into our bathroom the doorbell rang. I looked at Steve and smiled; we knew it was Jerry. Steve stood up and went to let Jerry in. Once in our house I could hear the two of them chatting away. I took a deep breath and walked out to join my men.
When I walked into the room Jerry stood up and walked over to me. He kissed me on the lips and then gave me a warm hug. When I looked at Steve, he smiled. Carefully I took a seat trying not to flash, not that it mattered since I'd been with both men.
Steve looked at me, then Jerry. "So, Jerry, can you spend the night? The kids are at Pam's mother's and won't be back until Sunday."
Jerry smiled, "Sounds great. I wasn't sure if that was the plan, but I did pack a little overnight bag."
"I'm glad to see that someone came prepared," I said.
Jerry smiled, "Well, Pam, you are one sexy woman and I do enjoy our time together."
It's been a week since Jerry was at our house. Steve and Jerry caught up on guy things while I went into the kitchen to start dinner. Tonight Steve wanted to have steaks, sweet potatoes, and a salad. I'll spare you the boring details about cooking and then eating dinner, but I will tell you that dinner was delicious.
After dinner the guys helped me clean up and, once the food was put away and the dishes were done, we went into the family room. It didn't take the guys long to steer the conversation to sex. Steve talked about how much he enjoyed watching Jerry do me and then he started talking about sex after Jerry left. Part of me was embarrassed, after all, my husband was talking about something private: our sex life. But then again, Jerry has shared our bed so why should I be embarrassed?