Tracy could taste the difference between the man in her mouth and James, her husband. It was strange to know the cock she was pleasing with her mouth, was not familiar at all. She was timid and reserved in her actions, sure they talked about this situation before. They even role played it with the dildo they bought together, pretending it was the real thing. Pretending was one thing, it was hot and they both enjoyed it, but this was really happening. Her mind was moving much faster than her body, as she stroked the stranger. Was she being too passionate? Not passionate enough? What if James thought he was ok with this, but now that it is happening, and the men are no longer figments of their sexual imagination, but rather actual erect men, how does he feel now?
Her worry was interrupted momentarily, as her focus kicked in. There was another hard man next to the one she was currently occupied with, and it seemed only fair to spread herself around. Still wet from her saliva, she continued massaging the first one with her hand as her mouth found his neighbor. A surge of butterflies and anxiety cascaded down her spine and collected in her midsection. She could feel the dampness building inside her. She was on her knees and trying to balance the thoughts in her mind, she was mostly worried that James was going to be jealous or upset. He was the one that arranged this for her, but she still felt guilty and worried about how he was feeling seeing her on her knees. She was also a little worried that she wasn't doing a good job, as well as extremely insecure that she wouldn't be able to satisfy three men at once. Her hands kept busy on both men standing before her as her lips and tongue divided their efforts equally.
Every so often that surge of electricity and butterflies would take over for a few moments and she could feel herself getting more lost in her actions. Just as quickly as the exotic shocks swarmed over her, they were instantly replaced by worry and doubt. She attempted to look at James who had vanished out of her view, her heart sank at thought of him being so upset that he just left her there alone. The fear of being naked and vulnerable, on her knees, giving two strange men blow jobs was enough to make her want to stop completely. Despite her internal freak out she did not stop completely; she did even not stop slightly. She kept pleasuring them on her knees as if on auto pilot. Her whole body was betraying her. Her mind was screaming STOP! But her hands and mouth kept going as if they needed to complete the task.
She jumped when James reached under her backside and playfully investigated her throbbing and eager wetness. "I think the little slut likes it," his deep voice and reassuring tone of playful arousal crashed over her like a seductive blanket. She pushed herself back further onto his hand and effortlessly consumed several of his fingers. Letting out a muffled gasp she noticeably put more effort into the standing men as her mouth and hands began exerting a new level of dedication. Her sudden effort prompted an ease to her worry of not doing a good job, as she felt the man in her left-hand start pulsating from under her grip. Instinctively she snapped her head towards the inevitable proof of her good work and hungrily waited with greedy expectancy. The first warm discharge flew onto her cheek and a rush of sexual energy flared up from her core. Acting on sheer sexual proclivity she tossed the convulsing shaft with more hedonic enjoyment. She happily accepted each splash from the warm shower on her face and hair as a sign of triumph and reward. Every hot trickle of liquid evidence continued to amplify the sexual savage that was brewing inside her.
She was no longer thinking, she was no longer worried, all she was now, was a lust filled slut with a need to be filled. She didn't have to wait long, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar mans cum on her face and hair, James made the physical suggestion of her lowering herself onto her hands. His entrance was deliberate and erotic. His was pulling on her upper thighs as he plugged into her dripping love. She could feel her own essence flowing from her creases as he drove himself inside. The moisture tickled her thighs as gravity pulled it down the inside of her legs. The erect manhood that appeared before her no longer felt foreign and strange. She reached for him with confident desire and a soon as she tasted his skin, her body started to shake. Not wanting to stop savoring his salty flesh, she manually swept him across her tongue as a climactic frenzy detonated from her depths. Her moans were voluptuous and primal while she melted around James and onto the carpet.