Surprise

The door back door burst open. "Hi honey, I'm home."

He took hold of her and kissed her. She threw her head back laughing. "And who are these two?"

"They're drinking buddies." His breath smelled of the beer he'd consumed on the way home.

"Hi, drinking buddies," she laughed as they gently shoved her from one to another, teasing her for a kiss.

"I told them what great tits you have."

"George!" She struggled to get free of one of the two while her husband pulled up her t-shirt.

"George, what are you doing?"

"Relax. I just want to show them your tits."

"Stop it this minute. You and your buddies are drunk." She spoke through the t-shirt being pulled over her head.

She shook her head to straighten her messed hair. Her t-shirt was gone. She knew her tight-fitting jeans and her bra were definitely going to encourage them. Just get it over with, she thought. "Nice tits," one slurred reaching for her.

She tried not to sound like a bitch, but it had gone a bit far. She backed away from the grasping hands. Well, she thought again, perhaps her bra and jeans weren't that far from a halter top and shorts. They could see she had big tits, maybe that would be enough. But their hands were all over her. Worse, her drunken husband stood aside watching and encouraging.

"Now stop. Just stop." She could feel her body flush with anger and, well, something else. She stopped struggling hoping that the lack of her struggling would bring them to their senses. "Stop!"

The little one pulled on her bra. "We never did get to see 'em." He pulled harder.

"George!" She demanded his full attention. "Did you really bring these two so you could let them see your wife's breasts?"

"Yeah," he admitted while his two mates pulled at her bra trying to peek inside the cups.

She glared at her husband and took a deep breath. "If you'll behave yourselves, I guess I'll let you see them." Her hands were at her back. The room went quiet. All three of the men watched. She let her bra drop, caught it, and placed it on the granite countertop. They said nothing.

The taller one licked his lips. "Can I suck 'em?"

"Sure. Go ahead," George responded.

"George, no! What are you saying?"

"Uh, come on. You know you like to have those fat nipples sucked." He ran his fingers across her shoulders from behind. He whispered in her ear letting his tongue glide along her ear lobe. "Let 'em lick your tits."

"Geez," she muttered as she relaxed allowing George to gently hold her arms at her back. First one, then the other. She sucked in her breath. "Oh," escaped her. More moans escaped her as they sucked. The big one nibbled and sucked and stroked. Her butt rubbed against George's erect cock. Oh, my god, she murmured not meaning for them to hear her.

George let go her hands. "Take off your jeans so they can lick your sweet pussy."

"Oh," she moaned leaning back against George, her hips gently swayed as she imagined a cock impaling her wet pussy. Without knowing what she was doing she unbuttoned the top button. George unzipped her. She pushed on her jeans. The tight jeans took firm hold of her panties bringing both down together. The three men worked them off her hips, down to her knees then to the floor.

She held up a leg for them to pull, then the other leg and she was very nearly naked. Only her sandals remained.

She sweated in the sexual heat. Teeth, a tongue, fingers. Her hips rocked back and forth. She needed something inside her. He kept licking, his fingers inside.

"Living room," she gasped barely able to speak. The three men led her to the soft carpet of the living room.

"Lie down, honey." They helped her to the floor. George took her right leg and handed it to her. Then the left.

"Oh, George," she panted. "Somebody." It was the little one whose rod met her dripping entrance. She pulled her legs back until they were alongside her head and spread them for him. She heard herself moan louder, then louder again as he buried himself inside the length of her tunnel. "Oh," she moaned, "Harder. Please, harder." She forced her hips against his cock mashing her clit in between.

"George, make him fuck me harder!"

Again and again, louder and louder until she screamed in his ear, "Don't stop you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

When the exhausted guest rolled off her, the second took his place. She didn't stop, couldn't stop pleading for more.

She closed her eyes and lapsed into her sexual fantasies. Three men. She was in a dirty back alley. They make George watch as they force their dicks in her mouth, her pussy, her ass. The pain passes to pleasure. Other men gather around to masturbate on her. Their cum covers her tits.

Then quiet returns and she is left alone her pussy sore, cum everywhere. She opens her eyes to the sound of the back door closing. Footsteps.

George hands her a box of Kleenex as he kneels beside her. A kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as the guys and me. Next time they want to use your ass."

Blinking. Working to get her bearings. Naked on the living room floor. "What?" She struggles to recall. George leans over and kisses her. "Fuck me," she pleads.