My husband and I have been married for just over three years now and we're as much in love now as the day we were married. So much in love that we do our very best at keeping each other happy - One such instance you'll find as you continue to read.
Paul, my husband is forty-two, six feet three inches tall, has a little meat around the middle and I've always found all that in addition to his receding hairline to be very attractive. Paul is a very handsome man. His measurements - 8 inches.
Me? I'm twenty-five, five feet six inches tall, boob length straight blonde hair and work out when the mood strikes. My measurements - 32-24-36. Paul's description of me is 'thick and tight.'
As I'm sure you can imagine, we have had more than our share of looks and comments from people about our age difference. Well, we've become quite immune to it and now when we actually notice it we have fun… I'll say things to Paul like "Hey Uncle Paulie, I liiiiiiiike you!" or he'll say "Hello little girl, wanna come with me?" We may be nearly seventeen years apart in age but let me tell you, Pauls a stud in the bedroom and a gentleman out of it. Don't get me wrong, he makes love to me in a way that makes me melt but I realize that's not what you want to hear about now is it? Nor is it what I want to tell.
Not too long ago we were having brunch at a local diner when the subject of sex came up, as it often does. I was a bit uncomfortable because I wasn't sure if we could be overheard by other patrons but I was also finding myself a bit excited by that very same fact.
"Julie, I want to eat your pussy." Looking right into my eyes, not caring if the people in the next booth could hear, not caring that the waitress was walking up behind him. His words to me "I want to eat your pussy" flushed me entirely. I knew this because I felt myself grow warm from head to toe as well as the involuntary muscle spasms beginning in the depths of my slit. At that realization I gave in and began my own workout, slowly opening and closing my legs to help the process along. Most guys will tell a girl he loves to eat pussy just to get into her pants. I'm not stupid nor are most of us but Paul does enjoy it. Countless times over the years he's eaten me into pure ecstasy without so much as a mention of a fuck afterward.
He sees that what he's saying to me has gotten my juices flowing, literally. I notice an impish grin appear on his face as he asks "Do you notice when a guy checks you out?" Now, verbally, I'm modest. But I know I have a cute little body, I don't work out for the helluva it you know. And I wear blouses and sweaters that hug my tits for that very reason… to attract attention. "Not a chance" I say.
"No really, that tight little body of yours keeps 'em drooling baby and I know that for a fact."
"Oh really? And just how exactly do you know that?"
His grin widens as he leans forward and whispers "I know because Donnie told me so."
Donnie, Paul's older brother who has been in constant touch with us since we've moved out of state is visiting this weekend. He too is a good looking guy, one that I'd not have turned away had I not fallen in love with his brother first.
"Oh my god! Nuh uh!"
The mere thought of this sent me reeling with excitement and it must have shown because he was sure to remind me that Donnies spending a long weekend this weekend at our house and "I'm not sure I'll be able to control my brother all three days."
I couldn't take it anymore! I told Paul to pay the bill so I could get home and fuck his brains out.
And that's what we did. All the while I was riding his magnificent cock, filling my cunt to full, he was telling me what I wanted to do to and with his brother. You know what? He was absolutely right on all counts. And you know what else? I had every intention on doing them all.
For the next two days, Paul and I planned and schemed. This was going to be a fuck filled weekend.
"Donnie!" Paul shouted as Donnie walked up the driveway. They do some kind of masculine handshake thingy then they hug. It's obvious these two men love each other as much as two brothers possibly could.
As part of our little scheme, I slip behind Paul wearing only my tightest fitting tee, braless of course and shorts that seemed to be painted on. As Paul steps aside I move in with my arms spread wide to embrace Donnie with my whole body. "It's been too long sweetie, we're so glad you're here" I said as I squeezed him as tightly as I could feeling my tits smash into his chest.
The rest of the day was filled with the teases and insinuations that Paul and I had agreed on earlier in the week as well as a few I made up on the fly. Neither of them seemed to mind though which was evident from the periodic bulges in their pants.
After dinner and the clean-up, Paul asked if we were in the mood to lay back and enjoy a movie.
"Sounds like a plan" Donnie says.
As Paul headed to the entertainment center to pop in a DVD, Ronnie took a seat on the sofa and I excused myself by saying "I'm going to change into my movie watching clothes if no one minds." At this, Ronnie seemed to be a bit disappointed but chuckled and told me to make myself comfortable.
Paul was just sitting down with the remote in his hand as I walked out in one of his XL t-shirts, pony tail in my hair and not much else. With that devilish grin on his face again he pats the space on the sofa between him and Donnie. "Have a seat babe, just in time. The movies starting."
As the movie started, and the name of the movie showed on the screen, I feigned an "ooooh my!" I noticed a little discomfort from Donnie. The last thing he expected was a fuck flick so I nudged Paul and he leaned across me and whispered to Donnie. I honestly don't know to this day what he said to him but it worked. Donnie relaxed, sat back and seemed a bit more comfortable.
As the movie progressed and the action on the screen was getting hotter so were the three of us. Obviously, I could feel myself getting moist, moist from the thought of what was about to happen more than what was going on on the television screen. Moist from seeing the bulges to my left and my right.
