My Slut Life Pt 03

Disclaimer: This Story contains sex, a lot of it, graphically described. It involves infidelity, sex with multiple partners, sex in public, and lots of other fun things. If that isn't something you're interested in, then don't read this story.

Note: This story is a direct continuation of Part 2, which had no sex. I advised people who don't like that sort of thing to skip part 2 and get to the good stuff. To assist them I included a short synopsis of Part 2 at the start, which will feel redundant for the loyal reader that went the long way through.

Part 2 Synopsis:

After my unbelievably hot first night with Frank, Alex helped to arrange a follow-up meeting. Over the next couple of days, Frank and I flirted over the phone. I grappled with my feelings for Alex, my new feelings for Frank, and how all of this was going to fit together. I made sure Frank was ready for our date, horny and full of cum, by sending him sexy pictures but insisting he not masturbate. I had sent both guys pictures of me as I tried on different dresses for our date, and I had settled on a sexy short black dress that made me feel sexy and confident.

I was looking forward to my date with Frank. Figuring out what he meant to me, how he would fit into my suddenly complicated life. I was looking forward to him fucking me and filling me up, as only a hot young man like he could.

My Slut Life Part 3

A Story Of Us, Finding Our Way

The following morning rushed by in a haze of confused action. I was hornier than I could ever remember being, and my stomach turned to knots every time I thought about my imminent date with Frank. The first time I didn't have time to be nervous, it was just alcohol and lowered inhibitions and right to the bedroom. Today, as I got the kids ready for their sleep over at Grandma's house, I oscillated between almost uncontrollable sexual excitement, and deep nervousness. I was apprehensive about meeting Frank again; what if I didn't live up to his expectations? It felt like they had set a high bar the first time they were together, it might be hard to match the energy and passion of that first night. Before I knew it, I was dropping the kids off and thanking my mother in law. She was a sweet lady, but I wondered if she would be willing to watch the kids if she knew I was going to fuck another man. I doubted that she would be able to understand.

The drive home was unclear to me, my memory had gaps in it. I must have driven ok, but my mind kept drifting back to the first night, imagining Frank on top of me, behind me, deep inside me. God, I needed to get fucked! Maybe more than I can ever remember needing sex. It was like this whole experience had awakened an addiction I had had for years but had learned to control, and now it was released and growing to uncontrollable proportions. Finally, maybe miraculously, I made it home.

It was 1pm, I had hours to prepare, and I was going to use them all. I wanted to look perfect, irresistible to Frank. I drew a bath to start, while I laid out my dress and thought about my makeup. In the bathtub, I tried to stay focused, but I couldn't help my hands wandering, caressing my skin. I shaved my whole body, including my pussy which I hadn't done in years. Alex had told me he preferred me natural after I let it grow out when I was pregnant with our youngest, and I was happy to do one less thing for his benefit. It was so erotic to shave there again, to touch myself once I was completely bare. I was caressing my lips, and I leaned my head back as my fingers slipped inside. I was imagining Frank's hard cock entering me.

I snapped back to reality and sat up straight, breathing hard. Damn, I thought, If I can barely keep from cumming Frank must be having a hell of a time. I smiled to myself, thinking of all the cum he had built up, and how hard he was going to pound me as he released it.

I finished my bath and went through the normal routine to get ready for a night out, drying and styling my hair, doing my make up. I went a lot more dramatic than usual to match my dress, dark eye shadow and eye liner. Once I was dressed, I finished the look with a dark red lipstick. It took me a while to style my hair how I wanted. I normally wear it up, but tonight I wanted it down and full of volume. It was always better when they could put their fingers in my hair. At 4pm I finally put on my stockings, only to find that the control top was visible as my dress was too short. I hadn't even thought of that! I normally wear long dresses. I panicked for a minute, but after looking at myself in the mirror I decided it was perfect. It looked hot, hinting at the bare skin above, and much sluttier than I would normally wear. I smiled like a cat with a bowl of cream, although it was Frank who would eat it up. I felt much more confident now.

I took a picture and sent it just to Alex. Frank would see me soon enough. I added a caption.

"Hey honey, just your slut wife headed out to get fucked by her boyfriend!" It made me feel so naughty to send that to him, I hoped he liked the picture.

I picked out a pair of strappy, medium heels. I had very few heels as I had bad ankles, and those I did were medium height at their highest. Still, in these I would only be 4 inches shorter than Frank, which would be novel. The heels made my legs look even sexier.

I called an uber and messaged Frank.

"On my way to you now, lover. Are you ready for me?" I still hadn't heard from Alex, he had been quick to respond all week.

"More ready than I can remember ever being, slut." Frank wrote. "I'll be at the restaurant in 15 minutes."

"Wait at the bar for me." I responded. "The table is in my name."

The uber ride was uneventful, although the driver seemed distracted by his rear-view mirror. I smiled at him flirtatiously whenever I caught him peeking. I was on display tonight; I couldn't blame him for looking.

When I got to Oro Rosso, I headed straight inside to the bar. The restaurant was full, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Maybe not everyone, but the men who stared were more obvious than I could remember them being. There was Frank, sitting at the bar. He had gotten a haircut, and he looked sharp in a well fitted sweater and slacks. He was quite a figure of a man. At 25 he was larger than most weightlifters ever got, but well proportioned. I approached him before he noticed me, he was looking at his phone. Before I spoke, I saw that it was a picture of me in the black dress I wore tonight.

"Hi Frank. You're looking good, I like your hair cut." He jumped like I startled him and shut off his phone. He turned to me and his eyes went wide as he stood.

"Sam - Wow. Wow, you look amazing." I blushed underneath my makeup and smiled. That was a perfect response. I moved close to him, and he reached for me. His hands went to my waist, and I raised mine to cup them behind his neck. I pressed myself against him. His gripped tightened on me, it felt electric to finally have his hands on me again. I raised my lips, and he bent down to kiss me. It was like a shock when our lips met. I opened my mouth, hungry to taste him. His tongue found mine, and for a moment I melted into him and the room faded. I'm not sure how long we stood like that, longer than we should have. A voice behind me cleared his throat; I broke the kiss and turned.

"Good evening, Sam! So good to see you again. You are looking positively ravishing tonight. Alex called to arrange your table, he mentioned you would be...entertaining your boyfriend tonight, and that we should extend the two of you every courtesy we would normally." His eyes roamed up and down my body, drinking in the sight. I had dealt with Devin, the manager of Oro Rosso many times before. I liked him, he had a good sense of humour and was very handsome. I blushed again when he called Frank my boyfriend, and I felt Frank stiffen. I hadn't considered that we were going to a restaurant where Alex and I were known, but it seemed Alex had. I wondered how much Alex had told him.

"May I show you to your table? I freed up your regular booth as per Alex's request. Lots of privacy for you and your friend." He smiled at that last and lead us to the back of the restaurant. I took frank's hand, and we followed. Frank was stiff, obviously a little uncomfortable with how much the manager knew. I was a bit surprised too, I didn't know that Alex was that close with Devin that he would have felt comfortable telling him as much as he did. We weren't doing anything wrong, a bit kinky perhaps, by many people's standards, but almost as many would find it more titillating than immoral.

"Here we are! Alex ordered you a bottle of wine for the table, but if either of you would prefer something else?" he let the question hang the perfect amount of time, then continued. "I took the liberty of decanting the wine he requested, shall I pour you each a glass?" Frank looked a bit befuddled, but I smiled and nodded. He expertly poured the dark red wine from the decanter.

"Excellent! I have left you each with a menu, I'll leave you to your wine. Your waiter will be by shortly to enquire about your order. I hope you'll both enjoy your night immensely."

He turned and walked away. On the surface it might have seemed like a perfectly normal interaction, but I was certain Alex had told him exactly what was going on. I was just as certain Devin loved the idea, and was maybe a bit jealous of Frank. The thought was oddly arousing. I took a sip of wine as he left. Alex had ordered my favourite.

"That was fucking weird. You told Alex about this? And he arranged the reservations! That guy knew exactly what was going on too." Frank exclaimed. He looked very uncomfortable.

"Frank, don't worry. Devin is a friend; Alex knows him well. And of course I told Alex everything, or pretty much. He is my husband after all. I'm sorry if that upsets you. I really enjoyed our hello kiss." We were seated right beside each other, and I took his hand. I leaned toward him, and he got the hint and leaned in to kiss me. His tension left him, temporarily at least, and the kiss was almost as electric as our first. He shifted and put his arm around me, and I moaned gently into his mouth as he did. His strong arms felt so big around my waist. I broke the kiss, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me.

"This is all new to me. I'm sorry, I didn't handle that well. Of course, Alex knows, I don't know why it didn't occur to me that he would. You look so sexy, Sam. Unbelievable. And you taste amazing, I wish I could have you instead of a meal. I'm only hungry for one thing." I could see in his eyes it was true. His hand around my waist grabbed my hip tightly.

"I want you too, sweety, but let's enjoy ourselves. We have lots of time." I laughed and shifted away slightly. The truth was his touch was almost intoxicating, and I couldn't trust myself not to agree to his desire to take me out of there and fuck me, skipping dinner entirely, without some room to breath. I took another sip of wine.

"Have some wine, it's really good. Alex ordered it because he knows it's my favourite, I always fuck him senseless when he buys it for me because I like it too much and I drink too much of it." I smiled coyly at him and had a deep sip.

"Well then, I love it, and Alex. But probably not to drink, I don't really like wine. I'll probably get a beer, it's less expensive anyway." He was looking at the menu, and seemed a bit taken aback at the prices.

"Get whatever you like, but don't worry about the price. Alex has already taken care of it." I explained.

"So Alex is ok with this? I thought that maybe the other night would be a one-time thing, then he made it seem like it was all up to you. Don't get me wrong, I was super happy you wanted to get together again, but the whole thing is hard for me to understand." I decided we should get it out of the way, and talk it through. I wanted to hear what he thought about the situation before we continued. I realized aside from sex I hadn't shared much. Ther had been nothing about my thoughts or Alex's thoughts. I signalled the waiter before I started.

"Let's get you a beer and talk about it. I had a lot of fun the other night, Frank, but life is more than sex. I want to explain and hear what you think about things." The waiter came and Frank selected a beer. I let the waiter know to keep his glass going, a big guy like Frank didn't just want a pint to sip. Once he brought the beer, I continued.

"Alex and I have fantasized about adding someone to our relationship for years. We talked about a lot of things. Scenarios where Alex watched while I fucked some mystery man, scenarios where we all had sex together, and even wilder things. Alex wants it to happen, for a lot of reasons I am still struggling to understand. I am beginning to realize that out of love he wants me to have a full, complex, and fulfilling sexual life. After 20 years of marriage in his eyes that involves me being desired, lusted after, and fucked by some sexy hunk like yourself. For my part, it is obviously a turn on to imagine being fucked by someone new, it turns me on that it turns Alex on, and of course in your case I find you incredibly sexy and attractive. I'm wet just sitting here, just from that kiss and the thought of what will happen later tonight." I paused and waited to see if he would add anything. He took a big drink of his beer before speaking.

"It's not something I ever imagined before I met Alex. I've had a couple of girlfriends, but we were pretty tame in the bedroom. The other night was the wildest sex I ever had, even leaving out that I was fucking my buddies wife. I honestly have not stopped to consider that the woman I can't stop thinking about is married, and is married to someone who I consider a friend. I guess I got into this without really thinking it through." He looked down and seemed to be trying hard to think it through now.

"I get it Frank, I really do. All week I have been trying to untangle my feelings for you and my feelings for Alex. Sex is a powerful thing, and the sex we had was amazing. I won't lie or hide it. I want you. I want to fuck you again. But if you aren't comfortable there won't be any hard feelings. We can have a nice dinner and go our separate ways." I took a big drink of wine, to hide my face, and hide my worry that that is what he would decide.

"No! I want you too, more than I have ever wanted anything. I didn't know sex could be that intense. I don't know what comes next, but can't we just enjoy tonight? I want you, Sam. I want to taste you, fuck you, fill you with cum. Can't that be enough?" I could see it written on his face, the uncertain resolve, the look of an explorer who doesn't know the way, but knows the goal. The rest, his eyes said, will sort itself out. The reckless abandon of youth in motion.

I shifted toward him and stretched up to kiss him. I opened my mouth and kissed him deeply. My hand went to his lap and quickly found the outline of his rock-hard cock. I rubbed and squeezed him through his slacks as we kissed. Finally, I broke the kiss and kept moving my hand. Breathless, I looked into his eyes.

"That's all I need Frank, and from what I can tell it will be more than enough." He was breathing hard too. He was a man on the edge, desperate to spring into action. After 3 days he was on the edge in more ways than one. I moved my hand to the menu. "We should decide on our order. Get whatever you like, you'll need your energy."

He smiled and we examined the menu. Frank ordered the largest steak they had, medium. I ordered the pasta carbonara. I made sure to tell the waiter there was no rush as he moved away.

Once he had gone, I turned my attention back to poor Frank. He was obviously still worked up. Whatever else he thought about our arrangement he was very turned on.

"What do you think of my outfit, Frank?" I turned sideways on the bench so he could see me better, and I spread my legs so the dress could ride up. I had made the decision not to wear panties, as every pair I tried showed through the tight fabric. I was glad of it now.

"You look amazing, so sexy, so slutty. Did you buy that just for me?" he reached out and put his hand on my thigh, right at the top of my stockings.

"I did, I'm glad you like it. That's not all I did just for you." I reached down and slid the hem of my dress up so he could see my pussy. He gasped a bit when he saw I had shaved, and grew even more flushed. "Why don't you touch me, Frank? It's your pussy tonight. You can do whatever you want with me."

His hand on my thigh moved and slid up. His fingers felt cool as they traced my lips, up one side then down the other. I was so wet I thought that without panties it might soak through my dress, but I wasn't very worried. Frank's fingers drove everything else to the background. He slowly caressed deeper, twisting his wrist so he could better angle his big fingers. I moaned as he pushed them inside me.

"Oh yeah Frank, that feels so good. Do you feel how wet I am for you?" He was breathing deeply again. I decided I had tortured the poor boy enough. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it up. I moved it to his mouth. "I made a little appetizer for you, why don't you try it, tell me how it tastes."

I pushed his fingers toward his mouth, and he opened it and sucked them in. His eyes closed and he was like a man eating a gourmet meal, he licked each finger until he had them fully cleaned. I smiled at him as he opened his eyes, then pouted my lips.

"But what about me, Frank? Do you have an appetizer for me?" and I moved in close and kissed him again. I looked around the room. This booth was perfect. Out of the way, shadowed, private. No one was looking so I slid down and under the tablecloth. I moved between his legs, he didn't resist and spread them wide. I undid his belt, then the buckle of his pants. I struggled a bit in shifting them down slightly, so he raised his hips to help. I reached into his underwear and finally felt his soft, smooth skin, rock hard flesh underneath. I slid his hard cock out and savoured the sight in the dim light under the table. I put my face in close and licked him, savouring the scent and the taste of him at last. It was overwhelming, and I lost control. Opening my mouth, I abandoned slowness and seduction. I moved my tongue widely and bobbed up and down. His hand reached down and grabbed my hair. I heard him moan softly above me. It wasn't my most skilled blowjob, but fueled by our desperate need, it was one of the most passionate I had ever given. He needed to cum inside me in some way, and I desperately wanted his cum again. He was already on the edge, and he lasted only a couple of minutes before I felt him swell and heard him grunt.

"I'm cumming, slut!" he said quietly above me. I pushed down onto him as I felt him pulse and fill my mouth with cum. It was more intoxicating than the wine, and I swallowed madly to keep up with the torrent he released. I swallowed again and again, it felt like he was filling me with cum, until finally it stopped. I suckled on him for a few seconds, then took him from my mouth. I licked him from base to tip, again and again, until there was no cum left and he was hard as a rock again.

"Is the coast clear?" I whispered up to him.

"Yeah, no one is looking." I slid back into my seat and straightened carefully. I had given Alex a hand job a couple of times at this restaurant, but this was the most daring thing I had done in public in a long time. It seemed like no one had noticed, though.

I took a sip of wine and glanced at Frank. He was looking at me with something approaching awe on his face. I smiled a coy smile, and with my glass in hand I slid over to snuggle up next to him. He put his arm around me and hugged me close. I put my head on his chest, and we just sat there. It was wonderful. Among all the things we had done together that moment was the most intimate from my perspective. I looked up at him again and he was still just staring at me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You're amazing, and confusing. You have me stop jerking off for 3 days, longer than I've gone since I can remember doing it, then 10 minutes into our date you swallow a huge load I was sure you wanted me to put deep in your pussy. It was the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me, none of my other girlfriends ever went down on me in public." It sent a thrill through me when he said it. I stretched up and kissed his lips, a sweet little kiss.

"Is that what I am, Frank? Am I your girlfriend?" I put my hand on his chest and snuggled up to him.

"I mean, sort of, I guess. I don't know. Can married women have boyfriends? Would that be ok with Alex?" It was a good question, a serious question that I was pondering myself.

"I don't have many answers for you. I like you. I have feelings for you. You're sexy as hell; I love that cock. I want to keep seeing you, and I'm sure Alex would be fine with that. But you are right, no matter what we are, nothing changes between Alex and me. Can you be ok with that?" He was quiet for a minute, then he bent down and kissed the top of my head.

"I'll take what I can get and enjoy the hell out of it. If that changes, I'll let you know, but you're an amazing woman and I think I am just lucky to get to be with you at all." He sounded a little sad, but sincere. It made me happy, that was what I wanted from him. What they could get, What they could enjoy, until they couldn't.

"That's sounds wonderful, thank you Frank. I'm lucky to have you too." I sat up straight and had another drink. "It upsets me a little, though. That husband of mine knows me too well, he set me up with a great guy that I like. Now I have to find a way to thank him."

I pretended to be upset, but really, I was elated. We both had a chuckle at the truth of it; Alex had managed to find a match despite the esoteric requirements of the situation.

Just then our food arrived, warm and smelling delicious. Frank had been delicious too, but I still had quite an appetite despite his prodigious appetizer.

We dug in, eating, smiling at each other and chatting. I slipped off my shoes and stretched my legs in his lap. He enjoyed touching my legs, rubbing my feet. I enjoyed rubbing his cock with legs, then my feet and toes. We were getting worked up again long before we finished the meal. The drinks were flowing, I had almost finished my wine, and Frank had probably lost track of the number of times the waiter had swapped out his glass. It was a wonderful date, not intellectually stimulating, but exciting in the way that a date between passionate new lovers is.

When the waiter came and cleared the plates, we were sitting close once again.

"Would either of you like to have some dessert tonight?" he asked.

We looked at each other quickly and responded as if we had rehearsed.

"No thanks!" We were both ready for another type of dessert.

I called an uber, and we sat together at the table, sitting close and holding hands like any new couple. The waiter didn't bring a cheque, I didn't expect one. Alex always took care of it, and tonight was no different. The uber came and we made our rather unsteady way to the door, piling into the back seat. I was still very horny and feeling naughty. We sat beside each other and stroked Frank's cock through his pants the whole back to my house. The driver may have known, or he may just have been staring at me because of my tight dress. Either way I blew him a kiss as Frank thanked him once we arrived. We stumbled in the house, holding hands and laughing at the show we had just given that hapless driver.

Once the door shut behind me, I turned to Frank. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I grabbed him to and found his mouth with mine. We kissed, more truly we made out, in the foyer for minutes, happy to finally be alone. Finally, I broke the kiss.

"Let's go upstairs to our bedroom. You had promised to fill me with cum, unless you're all out?" I said teasingly, with a smile.

With seemingly little effort, Frank grabbed me and lifted me up. I wasn't a waif, as I had described before, and although Alex could carry me like that Frank made it seem like I was nothing in his arms. I squealed, in surprise and delight, as he carried me to the stairs. I relaxed in his arms, holding him around the neck, as he made his way to my bedroom.

"Let's sit on the couch, lover." I whispered to him.

He sat down, with me in his lap, and we resumed kissing. We had all night, and we took our time. His hands moved over my body. He ran his hands over my legs wrapped in their fishnet stockings, up to the tops. He pushed the hem of my dress up, and caressed the bare skin of my thighs. I touched his face, his neck, caressed his chest through his shirt. He pushed my dress up further, and grabbed my ass, moulding my ample flesh with his strong hands. I bit his lip as he did that, then buried my face in his neck and licked and sucked on the skin there, stretched over muscle and sinew. It was amazing, sensual, but it could only go so far that way, and so I pushed his hands back and sat up.

"Why don't you let me strip for you. Do you want to see your slut dance, and take off her sexy clothes, lover?" I could tell from how hard he was that he wanted me out of my clothes, but I wanted to remind him I was his slut. I enjoyed it so much more when he took charge. He nodded with a serious look on his face.

"Then why don't you go get us some drinks? I'll set up some music, fix my make up a bit. You can take some pictures on your phone, so that you have some of me to remember tonight. Just send some to Alex, ok?" he smiled at this, so far he had used my phone and had seen pictures and videos but had none himself. I had been hesitant, but I felt a stronger connection to Frank now. I trusted him.

"That sounds awesome, thanks slut. I can't wait to see that naked body again!" he stood, startling me as he lifted me up and set me on my feet. Once Frank had left, I went to my mirror and looked at the state of things. My lipstick was gone, smeared over Franks lips or his cock. The rest of my make up was smeared but serviceable, it would need just a touch up. I wanted to look my best in Frank's pictures. He would have them to remember me by always. My hair was a swirling mess, I almost laughed when I saw it. This is why I wore it up most days.

When I heard Frank return a few minutes later, my hair was neat, my makeup reasonably restored, and my lips once again a deep shade of red to match my nails. I sauntered as confidently as I could toward my lover and took the glass.

"Wow. You are an unbelievably sexy slut." He made to reach for me, to pull me in again, but I raised my hand.

"Ah ah, sit down in that chair, I want you to get some good pictures, so don't mess up my makeup. Wait. First I want to see you take off your clothes, I don't want to have to do it later, once I am naked I want you to fuck me right away." I found with Frank it was fun to take charge as well. I leaned against the foot board and sipped my Scotch. He had poured from my expensive bottle! I usually only drank that on special occasions and I must have had 5 ounces of it in my hand. Frank, with no frame of reference for scotch, had no idea he had just poured me an $80 drink. Now I would have to drink it all, I thought with false regret as I took another sip. This was a special occasion though.

Frank reached down and undid his belt, then his pants. He looked me in the eyes as he slid them down, taking his underwear with them at the same time. His always hard cock popped free, and I smiled slightly. I did love that cock, and I couldn't wait to have it again. His pants moved down over his muscular, well-defined thighs and then dropped to the ground. He stepped out of them and removed his socks. He grabbed the bottom of his sweater and pulled it up over his head. It was the first chance I truly had to examine his naked body. His well-defined abs were very sexy, as was his rippling chest, and then the corded muscles of his arms. Alex had chosen me quite a specimen. I don't think it was Alex's intention ever to add that much muscle, but I decided I wouldn't object as I looked at Frank's naked form.

"Very, very nice Frank. I think you could work as a stripper if you wanted. A lot of women would pay for what I just got for free." I sipped my scotch again as I appreciated the sight.

"We could do it together. If that's the case, imagine what they would pay to see me fuck my curvy slut." He looked like he was planning on grabbing me again, so I grabbed one of the beers and passed it to him.

"Have a seat while I put on some music." He sat dutifully as I selected a song, one I liked to strip to for Alex. As the rhythm started, I turned to Frank. He had his phone in hand, beer beside him. I posed, and he took a picture.

"Like what you see?" I turned my head to the side and let my hair hang down.

"Hell yeah, slut. Dance for me, take of those clothes, I want to see your body." He took a drink of his beer, and a picture of me. I swayed as I walked toward him and then turned and took 3 steps away, so I stood in front of him facing away. I started to sway to the music, swinging my hips back and forth. I had been rushed last time I danced for Frank, too nervous to enjoy it. This time I was going to enjoy myself. I liked seducing Alex as I danced. I figured I would try the same with Frank.

I let my hips sway wider, and I raised my hands above my head as I did. Then I brought them down, running my fingers through my hair, and then over my body to the hem of my dress. As I moved my hips, I then grabbed the hem of my dress and brought it up. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. Frank was recording. I kept pulling my dress up, until my naked ass was moving side to side for him. Then I slowly bent over and twerked in slow motion, rolling my hips and my back. After a few moments of that, I spun around and started swaying again as I faced him. As I did, I slowly spread my legs, and my pussy came fully into view, wet to the point of nearly dripping and shaved. As he saw that his hand went to his cock.

I started to untie the faux corset of my dress as I moved. I shifted my feet, spreading my legs further as I turned to the side. I untied the corset slowly, and as each string came undone, I dropped to my heels, and stuck my ass out as I rose. Each time I turned again, until the last time as I dropped Frank had a clear view of my pink pussy lips as I slowly rose, sticking my ass out toward him. My dress fully undone, I started swaying again at the hips, and I reached down and grabbed it at the bottom. I pulled it up slowly, dragging out every inch, until it reached my tits, then I tugged it off the rest of the way, struggling a bit with the long sleeves. I threw it on the floor and then danced, in just my bra and my stockings, swaying and shaking my big ass for my young lover. I turned around, and there he sat, not even stroking his cock anymore, just rock hard and staring, mouth agape. He was still recording my dance so I didn't stop, I walked toward him so he could almost touch me and turned my back.

I reached up and undid the clasp of my bra, and still dancing I removed it and let it fall. I looked over my shoulder at him again and raised my hands above my head. As I slowly lowered them I turned to face him, my large breasts hanging free. In full view now I ran my hands down my body, cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples, pinching and flicking the already hard buds. I let one hand fall to my pussy and started playing with myself. I decided I should finish the show, and raised my fingers to my mouth, sucking them in and tasting myself on them. I sauntered over to the bed and bent over, placing my hands on the mattress.

"So, are you ready to fuck me, Frank?" I said, looking right into his camera.

He stopped the video and threw the phone to the side. He sprang to his feet. He covered the three steps to me in an instant, but instead of plunging his hard cock into me, he dropped to his knees behind me and plunged his tongue as deep as it would go.

"Oh Frank, that feels so good!" I moaned, and dropped my body to the mattress. It did feel amazing. What he lacked in subtlety and practice he made up for in enthusiasm. It felt like he was trying to suck all of the juice from my pussy, his tongue ran around my lips and then dipped inside me. Occasionally he would hit my clit and make me gasp. He found the clit after I gasped once again and started lavishing attention on it with his tongue. It felt amazing, even his tongue seemed muscular, and he pressed hard before circling away, again and again. Finally he started flicking his tongue against me, lightly at first, but growing in the pressure of each lick against my clit. I cried out.

"Fuck Frank, I'm cuuuummming!" and I did, and before I finished, he returned his tongue to moving deep inside me, lapping up the juices that had gushed forth. I moaned as he did. I wanted something more inside me. I wanted his cock. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed fully on the bed, but only for a moment. I crawled forward, and when I was far enough away I flipped over onto my back.

"Get over here, and bring that hard cock with you. I need it inside me now."

He climbed unto the bed, and over to me. He looked in my dazed eyes, still slightly unfocused from the orgasm he gave me. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. I licked his lips, and into his mouth, going after all of my juices to share the taste with him. I dropped back when I could feel him position his cock at my swollen pussy lips. I wanted to look in his eyes as he entered me.

"Sam, you're amazing. Will you be my girlfriend and let me fuck you whenever you want my cock?" he slowly slid into me. I love a slow entrance before a hard fuck, there is something so sensual about feeling a cock enter and stretch my pussy with aching care.

"Yes, Frank, yes you big beast. You're my boyfriend, now fuck me please, pound my pussy, I need it, your slut girlfriend needs your hard cock."

As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and began to pound into me, like a jack hammer, like he was an athlete and he was competing against the best in the world. I needed that so badly, I wrapped my legs around him as much as could with his hips a blur of motion. I mumbled incoherently while he fucked me, pulling back and driving his hard cock into me, again and again.

"Fuck, Frank. Yes. Use your slut girlfriend. Fuck my pussy hard. Oh yeah, just like that. God I want that cock, I need your cum Frank." He didn't relent, he didn't let up, he just kept pounding away. He was amazing. His cock was amazing. When it thrust fully inside me it was ecstasy. It took only minutes of this to push me to the edge. I'm sure he would have cum sooner if I hadn't swallowed a large load just an hour before at the restaurant.

"God, what a fantastic slut you are. That tight little pussy feels so good. I'm going to fill you with cum, and keep you full every chance I get." Frank gasped this out between thrusts, every time he was deep inside me he uttered the next word.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum. Will you give your slut your cum Frank? Please pump your slut girlfriend full of cum!" My hands went to his ass, wanting him to somehow fuck me even harder. I could feel him tensing with need. We both needed it, we needed to share that moment and cum together as he filled my pussy up. He slammed into me again and I cried out as I felt him twitch and shudder, spraying me with cum.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, I feel you filling me up! Fuck!" My legs went stiff as I came, and I held on for dear life, wanting every inch, every tiny fraction of him deep inside me as he filled me up. We stayed there, arched in sweet release, until it finally subsided. He collapsed unto me, and I stroked his head and his back.

"God, baby that was perfect." It had been. It had lived up to the first time, truly an earth-shattering orgasm. I continued to whisper into his ear.

"Thank you for wanting me to be your girlfriend, I want that too, I will make sure we have lots of chances for you to fill my pussy up." He didn't speak, he just turned his head into my neck and kissed my skin.

Unexpectedly, totally shattering the moment and the connection we had found post orgasm, there was a quiet knock at the bedroom door. When I glanced up the door was open a crack and panic took me. Then a deep voice spoke.

"I don't want to startle you, I'm going to come in and I thought I should announce myself first." It was Alex, at the door and in person.

Wild emotions went rolling through my head, as they must have through Frank's. He jumped to his feet and stood unmoving beside the bed. I was scrambling to get up when Alex walked through the door.

"Please, I can see my surprise arrival upset you. Don't worry, I'm not here to cause any sort of issues! Everything is fine. Please relax." He spread his arms and held his hands out, trying to calm us down.

I don't know why it suddenly felt like cheating when he entered. In the time since I have reflected that once again, he did exactly what we needed, confronting some guilt that Frank and I had head on and not letting it fester, but in the moment I felt that he had entered as a jealous husband at last and was there to enact... What, I don't know. Revenge? Tears? Guilt? None of those things were things Alex would do, but it was my own fear that made it seem taboo.

"Why don't you two sit on the couch and have a drink. I want to talk to you, I can see you are upset, and I want to set things straight." He took my hand and helped me to my feet. He kissed me on my forehead, and I leapt into his arms. He seemed almost surprised when I wrapped my arms around him, but he quickly did the same.

"I'm so glad you're home!" I cried and turned my face up to his. He was so big, over a foot taller than me, and he bent down to kiss me. I was lost in his lips as soon as we touched. He ran his hands over my back, one up to my neck, and the other down to cup my ass. His hands were warm, and it felt like they were setting me on fire. Lust kindled in me again. He drew me in closer to him, and my mouth opened wider as our tongues intertwined. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled, that wide smile of love I had missed so much. I hugged him and pressed my face to his chest.

"I'm glad to be home too, Little Slut. Thank you for the kiss. But we should talk, and make sure Frank is ok." He took my arms and unwrapped them from his waist, and as his hands slid done my arms to hold mine, he guided me to the couch. He motioned Frank to join me, and Frank did, a stunned expression still on his face. As Alex handed us both our drinks it occurred to me that it was the first time tonight Frank's cock had not been hard.

"You're both speechless. It's a bit funny, we are all so close at this point, but I know this is probably startling. May I have one of your beers, Frank? It was a long day, a long flight home." Frank handed him a beer, still speechless.

Alex opened it and drank half in one go.

"I realized Thursday that there was a serious flaw in my plan, and that was timing. I never meant for it to feel like you two were on your own. Not to say you can't have time to yourselves, if that's what you want I won't object. You see, I introduced you and was instrumental in your initial meeting. I was happy with how it went. I appreciated the pictures. You really fucked my Little Slut well Frank, good job!" He extended his fist to Frank, and Frank smiled slightly and fisted bumped Alex.

"What I didn't predict was how strong an emotional reaction you would have to each other. I should have; you're both good people, two of my favourite people, and you shared an experience that by its nature was very intense. That connection you felt made things move more quickly than I could have imagined. My Little Slut overcame her innate shyness more quickly than I could have imagined, and young Frank basically turned Romeo with his girlfriend talk. Yes, I know about it. I was at the door for some time, I truly enjoyed watching you fuck my wife Frank." He lifted his drink for a sip.

"By the way, Little Slut, someday soon you'll have to suck my cock under a table at Oro Rosso." He smiled at me like a cat that caught a bird.

My face lit up with indignation, but I stopped. What could I say? I had done it, apparently not in secret. I smiled.

"That sounds like fun. Maybe I can do you both." I said, sipping my drink.

"A double date! Sure, I like it." He replied. "But I didn't know about that when I decided to make an early return. It wasn't easy. I had to leave last night, and make a few connections, but I wanted to have this conversation. I wanted to assure you that I knew what was happening between you, and I didn't object." At this point he kneeled in front of us on one knee so he was at our height. He put his hand first on my leg.

"Sam, I need you to know, not just hear it but know it, that I love you so much that I want this for you. I want you to be happy and to realize how desirable you are. I want you to have fun, to grow and learn about yourself. I think Frank is a part of that, and if you want him to be apart of your life then so do I. If you want him to be your boyfriend, and fuck you silly like I just saw then so do I." He smiled widely at me, and took my hand he raised it to his lips and held in there. I smiled back at him, then at Frank. I took Frank's hand.

Then he put his hand on Franks knee and spoke to him.

"Frank I want you to understand that I have been very impressed with you, and I chose you for this exactly because I thought you would be good for Sam. You haven't done anything wrong, buddy. If anything, seeing the way Sam has changed this week, you have exceeded my expectations. So don't worry, ok? We're here to have a good time." Alex explained.

Frank looked stunned, but eventually he spoke.

"This has been a really weird week for me. It has also been a great week. I want to be with Sam as long as she wants me around, so if that's what you want too then I will roll with it. But this will take some getting used to." He smiled a bit at the end, trying to rally himself.

"Perfect! I can't ask anything else." He stood, downing the rest of his beer.

"Now, I have an ice breaker type of activity for us, something I have had in mind for some time. I think it is important we all bond." He had started to unbutton his shirt as he spoke, and I had begun to guess at what he had in mind.

My pussy, stretched and fucked and full of cum, began to tingle immediately.

"What did you have in mind?" Frank asked as Alex removed his shirt and began unbuckling his pants.

"Well, for this party I am over dressed, for starters. What I had in mind is simple. My obedient Little Slut will suck our cocks, get you and I nice and hard, then we will fuck her, taking turns cumming in her needy, tight little pussy until we can cum no more." His smile widened as he said it.

Glancing at Frank to see his reaction, I saw his cock growing hard again. He stood up. I looked up at them, my two lovers, my husband and my boyfriend, and I had to admire them. Frank was tall at 6', but Alex loomed over him at 6'5". Both were muscular and lean, having spent a great deal of time honing their bodies. Frank was more heavily muscled, but Alex was so much larger and broader that it was a coin toss who looked bigger in that way. Both had big cocks, Frank was larger than average definitely, in length and in girth, but here Alex had him beat as he had most men beat. Any woman would have been lucky to be fucked by one man like that in her life, and here I had two, devoted to me, my body, and our mutual pleasure. I had decided before they stood in front of me, but that settled any final doubts.

"I think that sounds like fun, if Sam is up for it." Frank answered, hoping to win some points with his new girlfriend by deferring to me.

"What do you think, Little Slut? Are in the mood for two big, hard cocks?" Alex smiled and moved toward me, although he left enough room for Frank to move forward too.

"Nice of you to finally ask! Now that you do, I would love that, thank you honey. You always bring me back the sweetest gifts." I smiled at him and grabbed his growing cock, sliding my lips onto it. I licked and sucked his large head before moving my lips forward, savouring the feel of his large cock. I had grown used to Frank in my mouth, and the change made it feel almost new, but still very familiar.

Frank moved forward and my hand found his cock. I stroked him while I sucked Alex. After a couple of minutes, I switched. Alex was rock hard, and I wrapped my hand around him while I sucked Frank into my mouth.

"God damn, this slut sucks cock like a pro." Frank sighed as his hands went to my head. I stroked Alex's big cock, long deep strokes, but I was teasing Frank by sucking on his head, gently lavishing the tip with my tongue. He growled, and Alex chuckled. He saw what I was doing.

"She wants you to fuck her, Frank. Put your hands on her head and take control." He urged, and Frank was happy to comply. I was happy too, as Frank's grip tightened and he forced himself deeper in my mouth, thrusting over my tongue like he had in my pussy. I relaxed while he used me, although he was trying not to gag me, and at this point what I wanted from my big, strong men was to fuck me hard.

"Why don't I show you how she likes it?" Alex asked. Frank let go of me and I popped off him and immediately moved to Alex. His fingers buried deep in my hair, and once I was in his mouth, he paused first for a moment.

"Relax, Little Slut. My turn now." I loved it when he took control, and his words had me gushing. My pussy was already dripping with Franks cum, but I was even wetter now. I opened as wide as I could. Alex slid into my mouth, all the way in until I gagged. I had never managed to take him all the way in, I probably never would, but I loved when he tried. He started slow, pulling back all the way then sliding back in until he hit the back of my throat. Again and again he went, I took quick breaths on the out stroke. Then he picked up speed, pushing in and out until my eyes watered. Finally he forced himself as deep as he could go, and held it there. My hands went to his thighs and pushed, but still he held for a few seconds. Finally he let go, and I fell backwards, gasping for breath. I looked up at them. Frank looked a bit shocked. I smiled through smeared make up.

"Fuck, I missed you Alex. That was perfect. Want a turn, Frank?" and I turned to him, opening my mouth. Alex changed position and sat on the couch behind me. Frank moved forward and put his hard cock to my lips. I smiled up at my boyfriend, eager to have him use my mouth as my husband had, then opened my mouth. He slid all the way in to the back of my throat, then out nice and slow. I gagged a bit each time he fucked my mouth.

Meanwhile, Alex's hands explored and caressed my body, touching me all over. I was on fire wherever he touched, and if I hadn't been preoccupied by Frank's rough fucking of my mouth I would have been writhing and moaning under his hands. He caressed the skin of my breasts, then more roughly kneaded my ample soft flesh. While one hand continued this attention, the other fell between my legs and caressed my pussy.

"You shaved for your boyfriend, Little Slut? Did you like that, Frank?" He asked, burying his fingers inside my slick shaved pussy as he did.

"Oh yeah, it feels amazing, even better than last time." He said, as he started to fuck my mouth more roughly. I was moaning now between gags and rolling my hips against Alex's hand. Suddenly Frank forced himself deep in my mouth and held his cock there. I pushed against him, struggling although I loved the helpless, breathless, full feeling of it. He let me off just as I was beginning to think he might let me pass out, and I fell back against Alex. He grabbed me and held me, and I collapsed back into his support, closing my eyes as I gasped for breath.

"Well Frank, we're both nice and hard, are you ready?" He could see Frank was ready. I realized immediately that this was another one of his games, where he ignored what I wanted while giving me exactly what he knew I wanted. He surprised me then by leaning forward and kissing me just below the ear.

"And you, Little Slut, are you ready to be fucked by two men for the first time?" he whispered in my ear. I shivered in anticipation. I had wanted this, on some level and in some deep and unnameable way, since the first time we had shared the fantasy of it in bed. I nodded and smiled up at Frank. He helped me to my feet. Alex grabbed my ass and caressed and kneaded me, while I leaned on frank's chest and looked up at him. He bent down and kissed me, his tongue entering me, but not nearly as deep as his cock had just been. Alex pulled me back, tripping me so I feel backward against his knee. I sat down abruptly in his lap, and he gathered me up in his arms and stood, holding me in a bridal carry as Frank had earlier that night. I giggled and grabbed his neck for a sense of safety. He carried me to the bed and laid me on it. As I lay there I looked up at my two titans, towering in their height, their manhood, and their desire. There was no part of me that doubted that I wanted what was coming.

"Please, fuck your slut. Both of you. I need your cocks, your cum." I begged them, and they stood stoicly watching me. We were all waiting for someone to move first, and we all knew it had to be me. I rolled over and rose to my knees, sticking my round ass out toward them. As I did I could feel from the cool air on me that my pussy was still dripping wet. I moaned, I wanted to be hot and full, not cool and empty.

"Why don't you go first, Frank? You warmed her up, after all." Frank climbed onto the bed without a word and moved toward me. Alex walked around the bed and crouched down in front of me. He smiled at me, his face inches from mine. I could feel Frank's cock pressed against my pussy. My lips parted, a look of pleasure on my face as he started to sink into me. My eyes closed and I moaned. I opened them again when he was all the way inside me, and Alex was staring intently at me, his burning gaze met mine and we locked eyes.

Frank's big hands closed on my hips, and he dragged me back to him as he moved forward. I groaned in pleasure, and then again as he pulled out. I never looked away from Alex's eyes, he was watching me so intently, as if he was recording my face as I was fucked by Frank in front of him.

"Oh Frank, that feels amazing. Harder, baby, fuck me harder." I practically moaned to him. After I said it, it was if the spell broke, and Alex leaned forward to kiss me. It was a bit difficult with Frank fucking me, but I found if I moved backward to meet him I could keep my lips pressed against Alex's.

Alex broke our kiss, and I moaned again in pleasure. Alex rose and moved forward. He knelt on the bed in front of me, I could see his large cock hanging inches from my face. Alex grabbed my hair and lifted my head. I met his eyes, and my lips parted. He pressed his cock against my mouth, and I eagerly opened wider to take him in.

Finally.

I was in heaven, speared between my men. My boyfriend in my pussy, thrusting in and out of my tight hole, wet with cum. My husband in my mouth, slowly working in and out as I moved my tongue. I drifted in bliss as they moved, sometimes in unison, pushing into me together, and sometimes in opposition as they moved into me and back. After a while, Frank's grip tightened on my hips, and he started thrusting harder. Alex did too, pushing in far enough to make me gag slightly as he penetrated my mouth. It was very intense, and I could feel my orgasm building.

Suddenly Alex pulled out of my mouth, and I gasped in disappointment. I had loved being full of both of them, I wanted to cum that way. He got off the bed and down again so his face was in front of me, mere inches away as I bounced against Franks hips at the apex of his thrust.

"Are you going to cum on your boyfriend, Little Slut?" He asked, a serious and intent expression on his face.

"Yes! I'm going to cum for you, Frank!" I gasped once again this evening on Franks hard cock.

"Good girl! You're my perfect little cum slut. Tell him you love his cock. Tell him how you feel about him." Alex was so serious. This meant something to him, although near to orgasm I couldn't tell what.

"I love your cock Frank! It fills me perfectly. You're the perfect, sexy boyfriend. I need your cum, again and again!" I started to orgasm as I finished moaning out those words to Frank. He came when I did, slamming forward one last time. I gasped in silence and came, a look of intense pleasure frozen on my face as I locked eyes with Alex. I could feel Frank's cock swelling and twitching, filling my wet pussy up. Frank moved in me again, thrusting hard against my ass twice more. Then he collapsed backward, falling to lay on the bed.

"Stay right there, Little Slut." Alex spoke as he stood and walked around the bed. He climbed up behind me, putting his hands on me, my back, my sides. He applied pressure, guiding me to move. He repositioned me so I was facing the head of the bed, looking at Frank where he lay, legs spread. His half hard cock, glistening with cum, was just inches from my face.

Alex placed the wide head of his cock at my pussy and slid in just an inch. He was so big! I loved the way it stretched me out. I was so wet with Franks cum. I moaned, eager for him to enter me. I moved my hips back to take him inside me, but he moved with me, keeping just the head ensconced.

"I want that cock, Alex. Please fuck your Little Slut's cum filled pussy." I begged him. That must have been what he was waiting for because he then slid all the way in, a single long smooth stroke. I cried out as he did. Most of the time I couldn't take him all the way in in this position but I was very wet, and had cum very hard already, so he managed to press his hips to my ass. Once he was all the way into me, he stopped there, and leaned forward to grab my hair. I expected him to pull it back and use me roughly, but he guided my face forward to Frank's cock. I made eye contact with Frank. He smiled at me and touched my face with one of his hands. I opened my mouth and took his dripping cock into my mouth. Once I was fully forward, and I had him as deeply as I could manage, Alex pulled back slowly and slammed back into me.

"I wanted to be part of the fun, Little Slut, so I followed your rule too. I haven't cum in 3 days. I have a lot of cum built up for you. That tight little pussy is so wet and slick with Frank's cum, I won't last long" He was thrusting faster now, and I was so turned on by what he said I cold begin to feel another orgasm building. Alex had a massive sex drive and would jerk off twice a day, more when I didn't drain him that day myself. I couldn't wait to feel him cumming in me.

I moaned on Frank's cock, which was growing hard again in my mouth. It felt so right to have him in my mouth, and another cock in my pussy. Alex's hips were moving fast now, and I could feel his cock swelling. I pulled of Frank, and looked over my shoulder at Alex.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Little Slut. I've been fucked so much by Frank, reclaim my slut pussy, your wife's pussy. I'm yours!" As I said the last, admitted I belonged to him, he started to cum. He kept on fucking me, with each deep thrust I could feel him releasing a torrent of cum into me. I locked eyes with Frank and smiled. He was stroking his cock, which was rock hard again. The boy had stamina! Alex finally stopped and held my hips tight, still and deep inside me. I could still feel his massive cock twitching. I wondered when he pulled out if it would all spill out in a stream, of if it would leak out slowly. I had never been so full of cum as my men had made me.

I could feel Alex lean over, stretching to the foot of the bed. He straightened up, and I heard him open his phone and start recording. God, that was hot! I couldn't wait to see it. He pulled out slowly. As his head fell free, his cum flowed out in a stream. I moaned as I felt it. After that initial flood, I could feel it dripping off my swollen lips. I didn't say a word, but since Alex was recording the action I crawled forward toward Frank. I moved his legs together and straddled him. I brought his cock to the wet opening of my stretched pussy, and slowly lowered myself unto him.

"Do you like that, Lover?" I whispered to him, loud enough so the camera would catch it. "My pussy is dripping wet, but I want more of your cum. Will you fill me up, one last time?"

He groaned and nodded agreement. He reached up and puts his hands on the sides of my face, and held them there, gently. I started to grind against him and he pulled me down, pressing his lips to mine. He explored my lips with his tongue, tracing their outline. I ground down hard against him taking him deep. He pushed his tongue further; I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. I kept him deep inside me while I swirled my hips against him.

Alex had moved to the side, and after a couple minutes of slow fucking while Frank and I made out passionately, I heard him set the phone aside, and stand. I broke the kiss and looked up at him. I smiled at my husband while I started to bounce gently on my boyfriend's cock. He smiled down at me, love written on his face.

Frank shifted up, sitting up straighter and pulling me with him. He propped himself forward, and I could see his plan in action as I felt his tongue on my breasts. I shivered as he found my nipples. I closed my eyes for a moment as the sensation took me, and when I opened them, Alex had his cock at my lips, fully hard again. I began to bounce on Franks lap more quickly, falling harder, and I opened my mouth to let my husband in. I had enjoyed having both in me before, but this was another level. Frank passionately licking and sucking on my sensitive nipples, my dripping wet pussy rising and falling hard onto his cock, while Alex slid deep into my mouth. I was focused on riding Frank, so Alex set the pace, fucking my mouth first slowly and deeply, then as I started to bounce harder on Frank he matched my rhythm, penetrating my mouth as rose up. In and out I went between them.

Frank's hands went to my ass, pressing deep into my supple flesh as he drove me down and lifted me up, adding his strength to mine. Alex put his hands on my head, guiding me deeper with each stroke. Frank was still focused on my tits, moving from one swollen nipple to the other. It was intense, and I could have cum. I wanted to cum in that position, but I wanted something else even more. I focused on the movements, and their pleasure, riding harder and faster. Soon I felt Frank stiffen, and I could feel him spasming inside me, not as strong as before but still filling my needy, slutty pussy up. I ground against him slowly, enjoying those last few ropes as this time, his cock began to wither. I think, finally, I had drained my young boyfriend dry.

Alex pulled out of my mouth, and Frank dropped back from my chest, breathing heavily. I took his face in my hands and leaned down. The taste of Alexs cock still on my tongue, I kissed Franks lips. I looked him in the eyes.

"I had an amazing night, Frank. It was a wonderful date. Thank you for making your slut so happy." He smiled slightly, dazed and drained.

"You're amazing Sam. It was an amazing night; I can't wait to do it again. Maybe next weekend I can take my sexy girlfriend out to a club dancing and show you off." He ran his hands over my body, as if appreciating my curves, as he said it. I blushed as he did. He was so thoughtful, I didn't care for clubs but I would probably go, for him.

I nodded and lifted myself off him. I slowly stood, and this time cum ran down my thighs, dripping rather than gushing from me. Alex helped me up, and I turned to him. He wrapped his arms around me and we stood there for a few seconds, my head against his chest. I could feel his big, hard cock against me, and I took it in my hands and looked up at him.

"Looks like you've got something there for me. I didn't cum there. Will you let me ride you, and cum with me one last time tonight?" he was still holding my body against his, but he leaned down and kissed me.

"Always. I'll always cum one more time with you, Samantha." I shivered as I felt his deep voice reverberate in his chest. Frank shifted to the side, and Alex lay where Frank had been a moment before. I returned to where I had been, this time on Alex's lap, and lowered myself onto his long cock. I could feel him stretching my messy, cum soaked pussy, and I moaned as I sank all the way down. With him all the way inside me, I lay against him and put my head down, my lips against his throat.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you with all my heart, Little Slut. My wife. My Samantha." I moaned in satisfaction and slowly began to grind against him. His hands were on my back, stroking my hair and my skin. I was tired, we both had cum already, but we both still felt the slow burn of our fiery need for each other. This would not be a desperate race to orgasm, this was going to be a slow and steady building wave, as we explored each other to draw out every precious pleasure we could find in this magical evening. I don't know how long we stayed like that, moving slowly and gently, caressing each other wherever we could reach. Finally, I lifted myself up and leaned down to kiss him, and the contact was electric. We locked against each other and the added sensation sent us to a new level. I could feel his hands on me as I began to move more urgently. The world faded away around us. It was just the taste of us, the sound of us. The feel of his big body, his hard cock reaching to the deepest part of me. His hands on my skin, setting me afire as they moved. I started bouncing harder and he broke our kiss, and crushed me too him, letting me move but pushing his head against my chest.

"Sam, Sam, Samantha. My wife, my love, my perfect Little Slut!" He cried out, softly but it felt like thunder in my ears. It was all I heard as I stiffened, and arching my back I came on his perfect cock. I could feel him moving in me still, cumming with me, with each deep stroke inside me. It felt like we stayed like that for ages, locked in orgasm together. We were each others world in those moments, and our world went only as far as our pleasure in each other. Still today, I remember that orgasm as one of the most intense moments of my life, not because of the overwhelming pleasure, but because of the deepness of our connection. Somehow, in finding our way into bed with someone else, we had found our way closer to each other.

I don't know when we stopped orgasming and collapsed together. We held each other tight, and rested in total relaxation for a time I couldn't even try to guess at. Finally, I raised my head and look at him. He was already looking at me. We shared that moment together, then looked around.

The room was empty. At some point while we fucked that last time Frank must have left. I had a pang of regret, hoping he was not upset, that he didn't feel spurned by how the evening ended. Then I rested against Alex again. I would make it up to him. He was my boyfriend now, and I would fuck him, hard and passionately, and all would be forgiven.

"Do you think things will change for us now?" I whispered to Alex, a bit afraid of the answer.

"Things always change, Sam. And we'll change too. Together, like always. Don't be afraid of that. I'll always be here with you." I snuggled in against him. It was exactly what I needed to hear.

I could feel him growing softer at last, and finally he slipped from me. I sighed against him, his arms wrapped around me. We were a mess, sweaty and covered in cum, dripping in it and soaking the bed with it. I didn't care. I closed my eyes. Then for a time I slept, in my husband's arms.