Pleasing My Husbands at Breafast

I love making my husbands squirm. Yes, you read that correctly...

husbands, plural.

I don't know that I want to go into the whole backstory of how I ended up the luckiest woman in the world, that's a story for another time. I'm a little too aroused at the moment.

I've got a dirty story to tell and dammit I'm going to tell it!

But yes, I am the wife in a wonderful, loving, strong marriage with two remarkable men. Two remarkable men who love me intensely, and who I love making squirm. And boy did I make them squirm this morning.

I love that look of stupor on a man's face when you have just surpassed every sexual expectation they had built up in their imagination. You know, that face you laugh at when you're with your girlfriends? Mouth agape, eyes wide in an awestruck gaze. I live for that face, it drives me insane.

Most men only experience their deepest fantasies when they watch porn, turning the sluts on screen into avatars for their own pleasure. But I'm a slut... I'm

their

slut... who needs an avatar?! Ever since my first encounter with both of my husbands, when they got to make me feel like I was living a life only described in porn, I've become addicted to the feeling of fulfilling that role in their lives. Making them squirm. Forcing that hilarious, adorable gawk of disbelief and satisfaction onto their faces.

My husbands love that I'm the kind of woman who wants two men in her life. We're all a bit freaky, but on some deep level they're both intensely attracted to my insatiable sex drive. I know our marriage seems like an odd arrangement, but it's actually the only reasonable arrangement I could have accepted in life. I need variety, I need passion, and honestly -

I need to get fucked.

And BOY are they up for the task. They love to please me, to try to tame me, to tire me out, to take their turns with me until I collapse. These are the kind of men who will happily walk away with blue balls before they allow me to go unsatisfied. I truly cannot believe my luck.

But with all that luck comes gratitude, and this weekend is my gratitude weekend. Because this is free-use weekend. We're all very attracted to the free-use fetish, probably because we reverse its typical dynamic in our relationship. In our relationship, I am the Queen and my sex drive keeps our wheels turning. They are just all too happy to oblige. But in free-use porn, a world is envisioned where women exist to be freely used - anywhere and at any time - by sexually impulsive men. We love watching a video where a cute girl is trying to read a book or do her homework, only to be interrupted by a stranger in the library who decides it's time for her to make him cum. She might stop what she's doing to suck him off, she might pull her pants down and let him do what he needs to while she continues reading...but in either scenario she's just happy to help. I really do see the appeal...I pretty much live life like a guy in a free-use porno!

The tables turn on free-use weekend in my house. I exist solely to please the men I love so dearly. They get all of me that they could ever want all year, but all of my holes

belong

to them this weekend. I am their one-woman harem, here to suck and fuck and stroke at a moment's notice. I find this so empowering, to watch them hunger for me all day long. For their every craving to be directed at me, and my body, and my energy. I have the power to drain and deplete them. To divert all their attention exactly where I want it. To take them hard and powerful and leave them soft and limp... figuratively, of course. But most of all, I have the power to put that fucking expression on their faces. And I cannot wait to make them gawk all weekend.

*********************************************

They have both been working from home for a while, so I decided to start the weekend on Friday morning, just a bit early, as a surprise. Last night, I set aside my fish-net leggings, my floral lacy garter belt, and my open cup bra that perfectly outlines my perky tits and leaves nothing to the imagination. I want to draw all attention to my bits and pieces that will drive them nuts, no need to cover anything on free-use weekend. Oh, and you may have noticed that I left panties off that list...

that wasn't an accident.

I brought all of this to the spare bedroom along with my make-up so I could creep out of bed in the morning and turn myself into their little slut. I mean, I always am, but I am putting on the full uniform to kick off free-use weekend.

I could hardly sleep all night, I was too excited wriggling in the bed between Dev & Jay. It took every bit of restraint that I had to not grab them and force them to fuck me silly in the middle of the night. I looked over at Dev and saw his beautiful caramel skin under tufts of hair in between his pecs and I wanted to sit right on his sexy trimmed beard. I felt Jay's legs brush against me and I wanted to grab onto his toned arms while I filled myself with his thick, long cock. But, despite my heart-pounding desires, I kept my composure. I took some deep breaths and started to calm myself to sleep.

I ended up waking up by instinct exactly when I intended to, my body couldn't even wait for the alarm I set. I crept out of bed and got myself ready in the other room. I stood in the full body mirror and imagined myself through their eyes. Men are so visual, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for them to see me look like this. To walk down and see their wife in a costume designed to drive them nuts. Designed to communicate to them clearly that I would be their filthy little girl and I was prepared - and eager - to satisfy their every urge. I looked up and down my thin, 5'6" frame and was extremely satisfied with my lingerie choice. The garter belt frames my shapely ass perfectly and draws attention to my exposed pussy. The cupless bra outlines each perky B-cup breast and they quiver so sensually with every movement I make. I brushed my blonde hair and stared into my own blue-gray eyes and felt a libidinous surge of energy course through my veins. I gave myself a devilish smirk and walked down to the kitchen, confident and fully in character - ready to drive my men up the fucking walls.

******************************************

I made some breakfast, eagerly awaiting their arrival onto this stage that I've set. They'll walk in to the smell of bacon and eggs and to the sight of the free-use slut from their fantasies who arrived a day early. I placed a plate on the kitchen island countertop in front of one of the stools, waiting to serve the lucky man who woke up first.

I heard Dev walking down the stairs and felt a jolt of excitement. I saw him turn the corner in his boxers, cleaning his glasses on his shirt as he walked towards me in the kitchen. I smiled at him as he put his glasses back on and noticed me. One look at me and his face perked up, eyes wide with shock and the corners of his mouth raised into a surprised smile. I gave him a sly grin and then I played it cool.

"Hey honey, your breakfast is ready, take a seat," I said as casually as I could. He had only seen me from the waist up behind the countertop, so when I walked around the island to set down his plate he could see my freshly trimmed pussy and plump ass, decorated with my lacy garter belt and leggings. Now he couldn't help but smile, so big it was almost unnatural. "Thanks, hun," he tried to say with a cool demeanor as he sat down on the stool in front of the plate I made for him.

I walked away to the sink and could feel his gaze on my ass. My body was reacting to this new role it was playing, my skin slightly flush, my pussy getting wetter by the second. I could feel a low-level electric pulse pushing from my pussy out through my stomach and down my legs. I washed my hands and cooled down before turning back to him.

"How'd you sleep baby?" I asked as I walked back towards him sitting on the stool. He started talking and I didn't hear a word he said, though I could pick up on the occasional stutter from his overstimulated mind trying to produce normal breakfast conversation.

As he kept talking I pulled his stool out slightly from under the countertop and walked around his side. I bent down to get on my knees and position myself in front of him, under the countertop, while he ate. I wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying before, but boy did I notice when he shut up right in the middle of a sentence. There I was, kneeling in front him, his breakfast plate just a couple inches above my head and the goosebumps on his thighs just a few inches in front of my face.

"Yeah baby keep going, I'm listening," I said, prompting him to stutter back into banal thought. I started to drag my fingernails along his thighs, lightly tracing his goosebumps and felt him twitch slightly at my touch. My fingers found their way under the legs of his boxers and into the warmth from his groin and it sent a quiver down my spine.

As I grazed his flesh, I felt his slightly engorged cock slumped over on his thigh. I gently brushed past it and looked up at him with a smile. Our eyes met and I caught that first gawk that I love so much. The same face I love to laugh at with my girlfriends drives me fucking insane on free-use weekend. I thought how fucking lucky I must be to have another one waiting for me upstairs, good god!

I brushed past his balls and said "honey, eat your breakfast it's going to get cold." He broke the eye contact and leaned forward to take a bite, obviously just to appease me and to get into the role. But I was playing my role too, and my character was thoroughly motivated to make it very fucking hard for him to stay in his role!

I grabbed more of his cock and pulled it out of the opening in his boxers. It was at that lovely stage between engorged and erect, and I put it in my mouth while it was still slightly soft. I looked up and could see him closing his eyes and biting his lip, and I felt his cock grow harder in my mouth as I slowly dragged my tongue under his shaft. I started to suck his cock as it grew bigger deeper into my throat.

I reached back into his boxers and played with his balls for a moment and then I pulled them out as well. I took my mouth off his cock and started stroking it while I moved my mouth down to his scrotum. I become such a carnal animal on free-use weekend, I savored every taste I picked up on my man. And right then, all I tasted was submission. He walked right into the scene that I staged, fell right into the character that I wrote for him, and with only a flicker of my tongue his body belonged to me.

My tongue swirled around his balls while I circled the head of his cock with my fingers, and he was audibly trying and failing to hold back his moans while he tried to eat his breakfast. I know Dev loves to edge a little bit, so I stayed aware of my speed and pressure because we've got a long day ahead of us. I stuck my tongue to the base of his cock and traced my way up his shaft along every thick vein I felt. As I put him fully back into my mouth and feel his hip quiver, I'm in heaven.

I could hear footsteps around the other side of the kitchen island and I knew it was Jay. I wasn't even sure if he saw me yet. I felt my heartbeat in my pussy as I anticipated him joining the fun and coming under my control. I heard him crunch on some bacon. "What an idiot, he's missing everything for bacon," I thought quietly to myself.

I spit on Dev's cock and began stroking it more, hoping Jay would hear. Suddenly the crunching sound had disappeared and I could hear his footsteps walking around the island. I saw Jay peak under the counter, and from the surprised look on his face it's obvious he didn't notice me. But now I know he can't think about anything else.

I smiled up at Jay. "Good morning honey! Breakfast is right there, help yourself," I said with my best housewife smile. I turned back and immediately pushed my mouth onto Dev's throbbing cock and deep-throated him as far as I could. I've now got the 2 of them staring at me in disbelief, and it's exactly where I want everybody to be.

Jay grabbed a plate and sat at the stool next to us. I reached over and started touching his thigh while I continued sucking Dev. I didn't have the restraint to slowly ramp up the foreplay with Jay, especially not while I could feel Dev's hard cock in the back of my throat. I needed to get Jay up to speed quickly, so I went straight to his cock and started fondling him in his boxers. Jay is a little thicker and a little longer than Dev, and his cock is always quick to stand at attention, ready for orders.

Jay is the one who introduced us to this fetish, so he always gets into the role-play. But I looked up and saw this little shit pulled out his phone and was scrolling Facebook! I could even see a little smirk on his face while he did it! If he wanted to taunt me then I was determined to give it right back to him.

At this time, I could tell Dev was getting closer to his limit. I slowed down because I know my man, and I knew he was going to want to edge throughout the day, so I took my mouth off his cock and slowly teased it with my fingers. They thought they were being sly, but I caught them exchanging a glance and a smirk with each other like I couldn't see them. Being their shared fantasy makes me melt. Their bodies, minds and souls are focused entirely on me and they share that with each other. I don't care what anybody has to say about a "traditional" marriage, there's nothing like throuple love!

I gave Dev's cock a kiss goodbye and I moved over to Jay. Dev got up and brought his dish to the sink, cock still glistening and hard, sticking out of his boxers. I spared a moment to think about him struggling to concentrate on work, his orgasm stewing in him for hours while his brain keeps coming back to me. That's a power over him that only I can have.

I was already jerking off Jay with one hand, and now I moved my free hand to play with his balls as I looked up at him lovingly. I must have looked like the perfect little hot mess, spit on my lips from deepthroating Dev's cock and hair a bit disheveled. Dev walked past us on his way out of the kitchen and gave Jays shoulder a squeeze. "See ya later buddy, have fun." FUCK I love my boys. My husbands love me intensely, and they have this male bond all over

me

. I get to be the center of their bromance and their romance, what a fucking life.

Jay continued pretending to scroll Facebook but I could see him fighting a smile, trying desperately not to make eye contact with me. I was giving him my best handjob as I said "Do you like your breakfast, honey?" just before putting his balls in my mouth. He let out a slight moan as he said "couldn't be better, babe, thank you." I grinned, knowing I just cracked the facade, and I moved my tongue further down his balls to his favorite spot. I could feel his thighs tense up around me and I felt victorious.

I started licking up and down his shaft, staring up at him just to taunt him. I know my steely blue eyes drive him insane, and what could be better to add to that picture than my pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock? He looked down and said, "How about you babe, you like your breakfast?" What a cheeky little fucker! God I LOVE it.

I giggled, lifted my head and went down as far as I could on his cock. I couldn't get as far as I can with Dev, but I must say it's still impressive. I paused at the furthest point and felt him throb with my lips before pulling back up and saying "It's delicious baby, I love it." "Fuck," he quietly replies, struggling to keep the corny porno dialogue going.

"Can you please grab the dish?" he asked as he pushed his seat out from the counter and got up. I got a little annoyed, but my goal was to fully satisfy his fantasy. I was eager to see where this led.

"Of course, my love," I replied. I got up from my knees, looked him right in the eyes and wiped some spit from my lips before grabbing his plate. I dragged my fingers across his hard cock as I walked away with his dish towards the sink. I knew he was staring at my ass the whole way, and I couldn't stop trying to see myself from his perspective. Those filthy places a man's mind goes when he's placed in the middle of a fantasy. He thinks he has complete control of his perfect little slut right now. I love his naïveté. This is my show, honey.

As I turned the sink on to rinse the dish, I perked my ass out just slightly. It wasn't long before I felt him approach me. After pulsing and craving for attention all morning, my pussy finally got her fix. I felt a single finger travel up my wet slit and it sent shivers up my spine. I tried to act unphased but I was about to burst.

As he slides his fingers along my opening, I could feel every inch of my body thicken with goosebumps. The back of my neck became hot as I felt his body push closer to mine. His cock brushed against my ass and my neck instinctually leaned away from him, silently begging him to kiss it. He picked up the signal and began kissing my neck from my shoulder blades up to the back of my ear.

I could feel his cock travel across my ass and the heat from my pussy was radiating. His cock was close enough to feel my slick welcoming cunt, and he bit my earlobe as he effortlessly slid in. I bit my lip hard as I felt his thick cock push against my walls and disappear further and further inside of me.

As I felt his hips press against mine, and as I felt the entirety of him within me, I broke character completely. I dropped the plate and grabbed the edge of the sink while my pussy tightened around him. I felt his kisses on my neck turn into a smile as he slowly pulled back out of my pussy, and as he pushed back in he bit the side of my neck.

My arms and legs visibly shook as I could no longer hide what he had done to me. I was completely his and he knew it. His hands on my hips, he started fucking from me behind, more and more powerfully. I could hear the clap of his hips against my ass grow lowder and I could feel the power of his body pressing into me more and more forcefully. He overwhelmed me, and in that moment all I aspired to be was his perfect, obedient, eager free-use slut.

As he fucked the senses back into me, I started pushing my ass back against him with each thrust. We met in the middle and I kept feeling him hit deeper inside me. His hands moved up to my shoulders and slowly to the base of my neck. He reached his fingers around my neck, and with his other hand he dragged them up the back of my hairline. As he applied a little bit of pressure to his grip on my neck and took a fistful of my hair, I completely lost myself in the moment.

"Oh hey guys," I heard as I snapped back to reality to turn and see Dev reaching for a glass from the cabinet behind us. The three of us laughed a little while Dev watched Jay continue to fuck me against the sink. I love my life. Just as I couldn't feel closer to another human, the man who holds the rest of my heart appears to join him.

I looked at Dev with a smile, while getting fucked mad, and said with a trembling voice, "hey honey, I thought you had some work to do?" Jay grabbed my body and turned us, forcing me to face Dev while he controlled my body from behind. "I did, just came to grab a glass of water. You two look like you're having fun."

I gave Dev a devilish grin and bit my lips as I continued to grind and twist my hips back onto Jay's long cock. I got lost in Dev's eyes and lost character again, consumed by ecstasy. Dev brushed his fingers behind my ear and down my neck. Jay moved his hands back to my hips and Dev grabbed the back of my neck. He pulled my head back slowly and began kissing my neck, and I was completely overstimulated. I felt electric. Getting fucked from behind by my husband while

my other husband

held my hair and kissed my neck. What a perfect family breakfast we shared this morning.