As the pandemic ended and life returned to "normal", I found myself settling into a pretty confident place in my life. Jason, who is now my husband, had returned to traveling for work occasionally, which would give me a nice break from time to time. I love him very much, but the old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder is indeed true for us; our reunions were always fun and were a great reminder that we were truly in love. And truly in lust.
Jason and I are blessed with a great connection in pretty much every way. His libido and desire for me, even years into our relationship, remains like that of a teenager. He would probably cum three times a day if I accommodated. I often utter "want to put your penis inside me" as we wake up each morning, just to keep him from going too crazy with pent up desire. And his imagination continued to spin wildly with fantasies of me being a "sexually liberated" woman for him. Some may refer to a woman with my degree of "liberation" as a slut. And after a few years of him wanting me to fuck other men for him I was getting more and more comfortable with doing this not only as a gift to him, but also as a gift to myself.
I have a lot of sexually frustrated friends who wish their husbands would fuck them more. I was fortunate to have a husband who fucks me often. And who also encourages me to experience the wide array of partners this world has to offer. While I could have never been with another man since we met and been happy, I do like that he appreciates me doing this for him. And I decided in the last year or so to take more advantage of this gift of "liberation" myself.
To that end, I had settled into a fun routine with a couple of "special friends". One, Joey, was a thin, muscular black man with perhaps my favorite cock ever. The way he would fuck me and make me cum, literally for hours, had me hooked on our semi-regular rendezvous. (I'll tell you about my other "regular" another time).
As Jason departed on another short trip I decided to reach out to Joey and see if he would like to get together. I texted my regular innocent advance: "Hi Joey. I've been thinking about you. Want to get together?"
This text was accompanied, of course, with a less innocent new selfie of my petite and curvy body. I made sure this pic accentuated both my round ass as well as my tiny waist. And, of course, my perky A-cup breasts topped by my hard, pink, gumdrop nipples. His response was rapid.
"I like when you think about me. And I think that is a great idea. How about this Friday?"
Friday was a couple of days away, but the timing was perfect. Jason would be back later that night and he would arrive home to me, freshly fucked and ready for him to reclaim.
"Perfect," I reply. "I'll wear something fun." Normally that is the extent of the exchange. But today Joey had a special request.
"You know I love you in those thin little dresses. Speaking of fun, would you do something special for me? I have that friend I've told you about and he's got some time he can get away from his wife this Friday. She's going to be busy and I was hoping you wouldn't mind if he could come by, too. I know you'll really like him. Would you be willing to come by a little on the earlier side? And have him join us?"
It was typical Joey. Kinky and pervy but so direct and polite. I smiled at the thought of him thanking me as he and his friend took me relentlessly. And he was the best at making "personal porn" for my husband to review later. I considered if I was up to being that "sexually liberated" with not just Joey, but Joey and his friend. I decided to grant his request.
"I think that sounds fun. I'd like to come by a little early so you and I can hang out for a bit by ourselves before your friend gets there. Then we can all have fun together. Does that sound ok? Is 5:00PM too early?" I replied.
"That is perfect. Thank you so much, Samantha. You are so cool to do this," he replied. And then, with a second text, said "I'm looking forward to kissing you. And showing you a great time. You'll love this."
I was sure that I would. Friday was two days away. Thoughts of Joey kissing me quickly moved on to memories of him slamming me relentlessly, making me scream and cum over and over. I settled into my bed and touched myself until I had a nice little orgasm on my own.
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Friday finally arrived. The whole day just flies by and before I know it, I am making the familiar drive to Joey's apartment. I'm thinking this is probably about the 12th time or so I've seen him on my own. I smile, thinking about how nice it is to be able to have these little adventures that make me and my husband so happy. And I love that this will be a surprise for him when he gets back from his trip.
I hug Joey at the door and he takes my hand gently, leading me inside. The cute smile on his face makes me feel warm. I reflect on how nice it is to share this sweet familiarity. Especially since I know he will probably surprise me with some new experiences later with his friend. We kiss softly and exchange some genuine pleasantries. His hands caress my body as I feel his desire build. The direct Joey emerges after a few minutes of cuddling.
"I'm going to lick your pussy and make you cum a little before my friend gets here," he says. "I'm know you're already wet but I'm going to get you ready for what you are going to experience today." I settle in to the couch and raise my dress as he begins to move down between my legs, only stopping to pull the shoulder straps of my thin, barely there sun dress to spend some time at my little breasts. His full lips envelop my nipples. He sucks them gently yet firmly as they rise to this sweet attention. I audibly gasp as he moves down my stomach and settles in between my legs.
He never disappoints. His lips so full, his tongue perfectly soft yet firm, he goes down on me like no one else. He feel him move my sexy, slutty little thong panty to the side as he inhales me. My sundress, made of fabric so thin and soft, gathers around my waist as the straps lay off my shoulder, exposing my perky breasts and my hard nipples, still wet from his sucking. It feels so good. I feel my wetness building as he takes his time exploring and tasting all of me. His tongue is parting my lips and I begin to feel an overwhelming urge to feel him inside me. I spread my legs far apart as I hold his head down against me.
"Fuck me, please. I need to feel you now," I say as I involuntarily raise my pussy against his face.
He just keeps licking and caressing my now soaking pussy. "I want my friend to be first inside you today," he says with a small laugh. "You're going to feel a lot of cock in you today. His is going to be first inside you."
I smile and groan in frustrated pleasure. He's talked about his friend a lot and he's obviously very excited to share me, his married paramour, with his married friend. He continues to lick my pussy slowly with his amazing tongue and lips for another 20 minutes or so of this delicious torture. My orgasms build slowly, like gentle waves caressing a smooth shore and I've cum twice by the time there is a gentle knock at the door. I moan as Joey moves his tongue away and realize my earth-shattering orgasms are close at hand.
Joey places my panties back over my wetness. He pulls my dress back down and puts the straps of my flowery sundress back over my shoulders, covering my now flushed breasts and dark pink nipples. He helps me up and gives me another sweet kiss.
"This is going to be fun," he says as he opens the door. Standing there is a cute Hispanic man of medium build. His body is a lot like my husband's. I smile as he steps in and extends his hand to shake mine.
I bat it away and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I think we are already past handshakes," I say as we all laugh. "You boys are here to use me up, right?"
The new friend says "we are sure gonna try. I've wanted to meet you forever. Thank you so much for agreeing to see me with Joey. It's really very sweet of you. I'm Eddie, by the way."
We're these guys for real? This was just about the most polite "I'm here to fuck you and we've never met" introduction I had ever experienced. I was smiling as I decided to change the tone a little.
"Sweetness has very little to do with it. You boys are here to fuck me. And you're going to make me scream with orgasms. And I'm here to make you cum. I hope you're ready. Do you have a lot of cum for me today?" I ask as step up and run my hands along Eddie's pants, caressing what is clearly an already swelling cock.
"Oh yes. I have a whole lot of cum for you. And you can have it all," his friend replies with unexpected sincerity.
Joey laughs out loud. "He's not lying. He cums like half a cup every time he does. I think it is called hyperspermia or something. It's crazy. I know you like cum so this should all work out pretty nice. Your man is going to love the video of us cumming on you."
I was intrigued. I had seen videos of that before. Joey would cum a lot but not an insane amount. But half a cup? That had to be an exaggeration. "Well, ok. Let's see what you've got," I said as I began to undo his belt and pull it, and him, into his best friend's bedroom.
And with that, the show begins. Joey is being very directive, telling us what to do. Both the boys take off all their clothes and stand before me, cocks at half-mast. He tells me to strip slowly out of my sundress. He makes me bend over the bed and show off my round, full ass. He tells his friend to take my panties off and lick my pussy from behind. His friend walks up behind me and begins running his hands slowly over my curves. I feel the head of his cock hitting against me. I push back and gyrate, inspired by how hard just my getting naked has made this young man, 20 years or so younger than me.
"Oh my God. Your body is beautiful. Your skin..." his voice trails off as he inhales sharply. "Oh wow. I can't believe I get to touch you. Is this all ok?"
