After the first time it’s so easy to fall into a pattern. Margeaux would come over quiet often after that and we would share her, John and I. Whoever wasn’t fucking would watch. John especially loved to watch us. We didn’t always have the three of us fucking simultaneously, but it was more than enough for John and I. My guilt over my affairs was gone and he got to live the life most men can only dream about.
Margeaux, however, still wanted more.
One night John was working late, I was home alone, expecting to watch TV until I fell asleep or John came home. I was surprised when Missy knocked at the door dressed like she had been out on a date. Even though we were sleeping with her, she was still dating other men. She was a woman with an almost insatiable sex drive.
After I let her in she grabbed my hand and put it up her skirt until my fingers grazed her pussy lips. They were wet and sticky. I was still a bit sleepy from my nap on the couch and I looked at her dazed.
“It’s not John’s spunk,” she told me in a way I could only see as proud. “It’s Brian’s.” I didn’t understand why she was having me feel another man’s spunk in her cunt. Missy wasn’t one to always wear panties on a date, so that part didn’t confuse me.
“I told him about you and me and John and now he wants to fuck you while John watches,” she said.
I was a bit taken aback. I suppose I shouldn’t have been, but the timing and the manner of her presentation to me was just more than a little off kilter.
“Okay,” I agreed, speaking the word slowly. “But why are you having me finger you right now?” I asked her pulling my hand away slowly.
She crossed her legs in the manner of a little girl who had to pee, or a grown woman who wanted to fuck. “Because Brian’s outside in his car right now, ready to come in and fuck you. Where’s John?” she asked, puzzled he wasn’t at the door or in the living room.
“He’s working,” I explained, still a little puzzled. “Tonight’s probably not the best night for this.”
There was a knock at the door and a moment later it opened. Brian walked it. Oh, I thought to myself. Brian. That Brian. Small world. Big cock. Brian was one of the men I previously had an affair with. Big cocked Brian. Not so big it was elephantine, but larger than any other man I’d every had. Impressive. Good the in sack. Could go for a long time pumping in and out of me. Wasn’t that great in eating pussy, but I was used to the best in that respect. I wondered where Margeaux had found Brian.
“Hi, babe,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or Missy. It didn’t matter. Just looking at his dark eyes and wavy black hair was enough to get my juices flowing again. I remember he had nice furry chest too. My knees were getting weaker by the moment, as was my resolve to not have sex with either Margeaux or Brian tonight without John being there. “Are we on for tonight?”
“John’s not here,” I said, finding no conviction in my words that they were an explanation of why I wouldn’t have sex without him.
“That’s okay,” Brian said, reaching for me. I didn’t back away. “We can get started without him and he can join in later.”
“He might not be home until after midnight.” I watched as he started unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my breasts to the cool air. I had dispensed with my bra the moment I got home from work.
“Even better,” he said. “I’ll give you a good fucking and leave you wet and sloppy for John, just like we used to.” I was flooded with memories and juice as I remembered our old fuck sessions. More than once John had unknowingly added his spunk to Brian’s inside my cunt. Just as often he knowingly added his spunk. “I already gave Missy a crotch full of my best.”
Missy laughed at his crudity. I moistened further and let Brian drop my blouse to the floor. He fell to his knees and unzipped my pants. I stood there is passive excitement as he stripped me down to my panties as Missy looked on. “Here or in the bedroom?” she asked us. Or rather Brian, because I was too lacking in will to make any answer.
“Here,” he said. “It’ll be fun to see John’s face when he walks in and sees us fucking her.” He paused a moment. “Or, if he doesn’t come home before we’re done, we can leave her here and she can show him how she was fucked.”
I smiled as Brian slipped his hand inside my white panties and his fingers found my well-lubricated cunt. “Naughty girl,” he said to me. I had no willpower and wanted to collapse backward. Missy was there to hold me up. I pressed my back against her soft breasts. She reached around and tweaked my erect nipples.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” she said to me. I nodded in agreement as Brian lowered my panties to the floor. Before I knew it I was on my hands and knees with Brian’s cock inside my cunt and was pumping away. Missy had rucked up her skirt to her waist and presented her cunt to my gasping lips. Brian’s cum was drying on her sparse pubic hair. She leaned back on her elbows and worked her way down to me. “Go ahead,” she ordered me. “Brian’s good with his cock, but his cunt licking needs some polish.”
“I know,” I agreed and lowered my mouth to her red and juicy cunt. Brian’s cum was still sweet, Missy’s cunt was still tangy. I wanted to cry I was so overwhelmed with lust. Instead I ate Margeaux’s pussy with abandon and met Brian’s every thrust with a reciprocating thrust of my own.
They left me on the floor of the living room, my hands lightly bound to the couch with a hank of rope they found in the garage. I could have escaped if I had wanted, but I needed John to find me this way. I don’t know why. Maybe I wanted him to see I was still a desirable sexual object to others. I wanted to make him a bit jealous so he would want me more.
“Have you been bad,” John said when he woke me. There was a piece of paper in his hand. I nodded yes. He indicated the paper. “This note says that Missy and Brian fucked you tonight and I need to finish you off. Is that true?” he smiled.
“Yes,” I said softly. He didn’t even have to tell me what to do. I maneuvered myself back to my elbows and knees, presenting my ass and still wet pussy to him. He lowered his zipper and fucked me hard, taking no concern for my own pleasure, but working to make himself happy. It didn’t take long before his semen mixed with Brian’s and I had my own orgasm too. Only then did John free me from the bonds and brought me upstairs to our bedroom.
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I wasn’t sure what we were going to do about Missy and Brian after that, and before John and I could come up with a plan for them, we were woken out of bed the next morning by the ringing doorbell. John and I aren’t early risers in the first place, so I wasn’t in the best of condition based upon the previous night’s activity added to the crack of dawn hour, when I swung open the door ready to confront Missy, the police or perhaps even the newspaper boy. I was pleasantly surprised and shocked to find my oldest and best friend Tina at the door. She greeted me with a happy scream and a hug. I could barely hug back.
“What are you doing here before the sun is up?” I managed to mumble.
“Sun’s been up for three hours,” she said. “Did you see who I brought?”
I blinked blearily at the man she brought inside. I didn’t recognize him and reflexively stuck out my hand. “Hi.”
“Keith, this is my best friend in the world.” Tina grinned at me. “I brought him along to take you up on your earlier offer.”
Sometimes skiers keep wishing for snow for that big weekend trip and then get snowbound for a week because it just won’t let up.
“Did you tell him everything?” I asked.
Tina laughed. “Nope. I told him he’s coming here for a surprise and he’s going to love it.”
Keith smiled at me. He was nice, cute even with bland attractive looks and nice brown wavy hair. “Tina refused to tell me why I’m here,” he said.
She interrupted him. “This is the first weekend I’ve managed to get away from work and I could really use some rest and relaxation.” She winked at me. Obviously she was psyching herself up for what I had offered her. “I plan on having a good time.”
“You’d better let me wake up John.” Tina followed me up to the bedroom, leaving Keith downstairs.
“We can tell him over breakfast,” she whispered to me. “I’ll whip you guys up some pancakes and eggs.” Besides being a wonderful best friend, Tina is a fantastic cook who limits herself only to making breakfasts.
After John and I had made ourselves presentable and staggered downstairs to the smells of a Tina breakfast already underway. Conversation was stilted with Keith until Tina finally sat down with us and announced, “Okay, Keith, I bet you’re wondering why I brought you all the way up here to meet my friends.” He nodded, chewing a forkful of eggs. “I’m going to fuck John while my best friend watches. I brought you along so she’ll have someone to fuck too.”
