This is how the second half of my evening went last Friday. If you didn’t read about the first half, don’t worry. This reads fine as a stand alone. You can also find the first half on my page.
I stepped into the shower and stood under the steaming water, allowing the spray to wash the cum off my face and breasts. The detachable shower head made the rest of the task easier and more enjoyable as I gave my vagina and bum a thorough cleansing. I couldn’t resist lingering over my pussy, the water streaming into my sensitive folds and stimulating my clitoris. I recalled the evening’s events as I moved the shower head over top of my vagina, moving up and down my slit. I was still horny even though I had just finished having sex with 5 men, and I wanted my husband to come upstairs and fuck me. He was the only guy in the house who hadn’t put his penis in me that night. However, it appeared none of the guys were leaving until the west coast games were over, which wasn’t for another 2 hours or so. The two orgasms I had enjoyed so far had done nothing to quench my desire, quite the opposite in fact.
I wanted more. I needed more. My husband had unleashed a horny monster in me. There were five men in my home and I wanted them all to fuck me again while my husband watched. But this time it would be on my terms. I finished my shower, resisting the urge to cum on the shower head as I had done so many times before. I dried off and slipped on a short, silky robe and tied the sash loosely. I scrutinized myself in the mirror, satisfied that my nipples popped out with the slightest movement and my pussy would be visible when I walked or sat down.
The guys were all sitting on our sectional watching hockey and didn’t notice me until I turned the lights off. This was met with a chorus of complaints and demands to turn them back on.
“Well, I guess I could put some more clothes on,” I said, turning towards the stairs.
“It was too bright in here anyway.”
“Someone turn off the bathroom light.”
I walked in front of them, plopped four towels on the coffee table which raised a few eyebrows, then squished into the couch between Ned and my husband, who was sitting at the far end. Even though they had seen me completely naked only twenty minutes earlier, all eyes were still glued to me, trying to catch a flash of boobs or pussy under my robe.
I snuggled into my husband, draping my left leg over his knee and gently pressing my bum back into Ned’s thigh. I remained still, allowing everyone to return their attention to the game. After a few minutes, I started caressing my husband’s thigh, slowly so as not to attract attention. I teased him, tracing a finger along his inner thigh to his bulge, then lightly scratching his balls though the denim. I traced the growing outline of his penis, an erection now in progress.
As my husband’s cock grew, I pressed my bum more firmly into Ned. He wasn’t sure how to respond, no doubt reluctant to interfere in our marital snuggle. I moved so that, little by little, my robe snuck up until my bare bum was exposed. I wiggled a bit and parted my legs slightly, giving him and the others a partial view of my slit from behind.
My husband shifted his position, his growing member making it a tight fit in his jeans. Ever the helpful wife, I undid his pants for him, dragging the zipper down slowly. I reached into his briefs and gently guided his erection to freedom where I promptly imprisoned it again in my mouth. I sucked him quietly in the dark, but everyone knew by then what was happening. The only noise in the room came from the TV as the guys watched us in complete silence.
I was waiting for Ned to make a move, and he finally did. The allure of my bare rump rubbing on him was finally too much and he tentatively stroked my bum with a finger. I stopped sucking my husband’s cock long enough to point to the towels and explain the situation. “If you or anyone else who has spent any time in my ass tonight wants to play some more, you need to freshen up. If you’re not squeaky clean by the time I reach your spot, well, no pussy for you.” I did my best impression of the Soup Nazi for the Seinfeld fans but, except for Ned, it was a pretty young crowd. 😋
Ned took a moment to work out he was next in line and, although he and the other guys weren’t sure I was serious about fucking them, he bolted to the bathroom around the corner, taking one of the towels on his way. The shower started a few moments later as I returned my attentions to my husband’s penis. I swallowed him deep and teased him, taking him to that rock hard state guys love so much. When I was certain he had attained maximum arousal, I gave him one last juicy slurp and then sat back, ignoring his disappointed groan. His disappointment quickly turned to understanding as I put a hand behind his head and spread my legs, pulling his face into my puffy mound. I made him service me, trapping his head between my legs as I directed the position of his tongue with my hands and words.
“Lick my clit, yes, that’s it. Now push it in deep, oh god that feels good, now lick my clit again, oh fuck, yes, like that, now lick my hole, get my cunt wet for everyone…”
He stopped licking me at the last comment and everyone seemed to be waiting for his reaction. After a moment or two, he started again, although he had little choice as I simultaneously grinded into his mouth as I pulled his head forcefully into my cunt, undulating wildly. I held him there, making it difficult for him to breath as I rode his face using his nose and tongue as a sex toy. I felt an orgasm approaching but I didn’t want to cum so soon. I needed to remain in my hyper aroused state and I didn’t know how many orgasms I had left before I returned to earth. There were six men I intended to fuck and I wanted each of them to benefit from my now complete absence of inhibition. So, reluctantly, I disengaged from my husband, grinning at the coating of pussy cream that glistened on his face.
I stepped in front of the television and did a strip tease for the guys. With no lights on, the glow from the screen silhouetted my body. I cupped my breasts and turned sideways so they could see how hard my nipples were, my little nubs of pleasure straining against the flimsy material. After a few moments of teasing them with quick flashes of my tits, I slipped my robe off and stood completely naked in front of them, turning in a circle, my hands roaming my body. There was a low murmur of approval when I squatted slightly and slipped a finger into my vagina.
My husband started stroking himself as he watched me tease our guests. I watched his hand slide up and down his raging hard on, the head of his cock an angry purple and dripping precum. I maintained eye contact with him as I sat down on the coffee table facing everyone , then leaned back onto my elbows and parted my thighs, slowly spreading my legs as far as I could. I felt their eyes on my pussy, which was glistening after my husband’s tongue did its magic. I began thrusting my cunt towards them as though meeting the sensuous strokes of a long, thick cock. My hand soon returned to my muffin and I continued fingering myself, the occasional soft gasp escaping my lips and highlighting the background noise of wet digital penetration.
Ned returned as I was air humping and fingering myself, with only the towel wrapped around him. He sat down to watch the show and it wasn’t long until he had a tent in front of him. After a few moments, I looked pointedly at Jake who was sitting next to Ned. He got the message and left with another towel. Smart lad.
I moved between Ned’s legs and opened his towel to expose his erection. Ned’s was the only cock I had not sucked so far that evening and I quickly corrected that, engulfing him deeply right away, then backing off to lick and tease before deep throating him again. He was weeping precum and I savoured it, grasping his shaft with one hand and his testicles with the other while I licked his little hole and frenulum. He began to thrust as I did this, his orgasm building, so I slowed my movements.
I kept Ned on the edge, stroking him slowly with the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, causing him to shudder and moan. I licked my way down his shaft and sucked his balls, one at a time, still stroking him. When I could resist no longer, I mounted him, straddling his hips as I lowered myself until our genitals were mashed together. He tried to penetrate me but I changed the angle, trapping his cock against his pelvis and sliding my juicy lips up and down his shaft, coating his cock with pussy juice. I looked at my husband just a few inches away and we stared into each other’s eyes while I grinded into Ned’s cock. I leaned over and kissed him, swirling my tongue over his as I had done to Ned’s penis only a few moments earlier. The thought of my husband tasting Ned’s cock made my pussy tingle.
I pushed my tongue deep into my husband’s mouth and replaced his hand with mine, slowly stroking his penis. As he sucked my tongue, I shifted my hips and positioned Ned’s cock at the entrance to my pussy. I broke our kiss briefly.
“Ned’s cock is about to slide inside my slutty cunt.”
My husband and I moaned into each other’s mouths as I sank down slowly onto Ned’s erection. When I had taken in his entire length, I began to rock, his penis buried deep inside me. Jake returned about this time and took his seat beside me and Ned. I broke my kiss with my husband and shoved my tongue down Ned’s throat. I put my free hand onto Jake’s lap, feeling his cock grow swiftly. I opened his towel and began to stroke him while continuing to rock slowly on Ned’s cock still nestled deep in my cunt. I was now controlling three cocks, able to make the three men gasp and moan at will as I moved. It was an unbelievable turn on to have such power, especially when I had been at their mercy less than an hour earlier.
I heard Ned’s breathing change as he started to thrust upwards into my pussy. My pussy was completely drenched at this point and his movements made those sexy squelching noises I love so much. I held still so he could get a rhythm and allowed him to reach his peak. He held his breath and made a final thrust, freezing on an upstroke, seeking deeper penetration as he unloaded inside me.
I looked at my husband. “Ned’s cumming inside me, honey,” I purred as I continued to stroke his cock, but excruciatingly slowly. He bucked into my hand, desperately seeking more stimulation so he could get off but I responded by moving even slower, my husband’s frustrated groans music to my ears. As I toyed with my husband, Ned finished pumping his semen into me and settled back into the couch.
I wasn’t ready to move just yet so I pressed my groin into Ned’s and began grinding again, his softening cock still ensconced in my slippery folds. I was surprised to feel the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm and didn’t want to deny myself again. I quickened my thrusts, pressing my clit into Ned’s pelvic bone, now intent on getting myself off on him. I had been on the verge of orgasm for awhile so it wasn’t long until those beautiful contractions had me in their grasp.
Just as I was approaching my peak, Ned’s cock slipped out of me. His second orgasm of the night was too much to recover from apparently. I gasped in horror as my cunt contracted on empty space, my orgasm continuing despite the absence of any stimulation. I hurried to impale myself on Jake and thrusted up and down his cock in a horny frenzy. The interruption did nothing to lessen the intensity of my climax and I rode it to completion, coating Jake’s shaft with my fluids. To my surprise, Jake only lasted about 2 minutes, erupting in me as I was slowing down, the final remnants of my orgasm mixing with the beginning of his. He grasped my buttocks with both hands and pulled me into him while I moved my hips, milking his cock for every drop of his precious gift.
Poor Dan. He had been so distracted by the events thus far, he forgot the rules. I gave him a sad look as I crawled over him, semen dripping from my pussy, a drop actually landing on his thigh, and snuggled in beside Marcus. I started stroking hisbcock through his pants, teasing him to hardness. Dan belatedly realized his mistake and got up to shower. As he was walking away, he turned and asked why Marcus was exempt. I waited for him to answer his own question and saw the dawn of comprehension when he realized Marcus hadn’t spent any time in my backside. John admonished Dan to be quick as he didn’t want to miss his own turn, but I assured John he had nothing to worry about. I would be taking my time with Marcus.
I stripped Marcus slowly, revealing his firm body once more to my hungry eyes. He was tall, about 6 feet perhaps, with an athletic but not overly muscular physique. He was almost Denzel Washington handsome with a voice that resonated in my vagina. His giant penis was a perfect complement to his body and smooth ebony skin. In short, he was my fantasy man, the imaginary lover who fucked me while my husband and I role played before I became a hotwife. It was his cock I masturbated with, the long black dildo becoming real in my imagination. I intended to savour this moment as though it might never happen again.
I pulled his pants and briefs down to reveal his perfect penis, already engorged. My mouth was on it before his pants were even halfway down his thighs and I pushed them the rest of the way down as I slurped on him. I licked his rigid black shaft, soaking it in my saliva, then stroked him with my hands and closed my mouth around the head. I lost myself in horny oblivion as I made love to his enormous cock. I could only get about half of him into my mouth but I made up for that by worshipping every inch, from his scrotum to the tip of his penis, with my tongue and fingers.
As I was exploring Nirvana, I heard Dan return. The guys snickered and I turned my head enough to see he was naked and sporting an erection. I straightened my legs and kept my head in Marcus’ lap, pointing my bum at Dan. He was a tad slow, so I opened my legs wider and put my hand on my pussy, fingering myself and spreading my pussy lips. He still hesitated until I beckoned him with one of my fingers. I was finally rewarded with a penis entering me from behind and moaned in satisfaction as he began fucking me.
I turned my attention back to Marcus but he was on the wrong angle. I had him sit up on the back cushion of the couch so I could use Dan’s thrusts to take Marcus deeper into my mouth. Once we hit a rhythm, I was in heaven. The hard thrusts from behind jolted grunts from me which were muffled by the huge penis inching its way to my throat. I tried to relax and take it deeper but was only able to swallow another inch or so. I reached down to finger my clit and soon triggered my fourth orgasm of the evening. I stood there, bent at the waist with a cock in each end, and let myself be used as my orgasm slowly creeped up and then enveloped me, awareness fading as pleasure overwhelmed my senses. My orgasm was obvious to everyone and Dan must have enjoyed the sensation of my clenching vagina because he came a few moments after me. He pulled out with a wet plop and his semen was soon running down my legs.
I pulled Marcus down so he was sitting on the couch normally and crawled on top of him, maneuvering my pussy over top of his cock. I sat down on him slowly, savouring the exquisite sensations as he stretched out my cunt, gradually becoming aware that I was almost screaming as he disappeared into me. It was a tight fit, my vagina once again stretched to capacity, but still he slid in easily despite his size, my pussy well lubricated and relaxed after my recent orgasm and about 100 trillion sperm inside me.
I used Marcus for my own pleasure from that moment. Once I had worked him in and out of me a few times, I let my inner slut completely loose and fucked him without mercy. I wrapped both arms tightly around his neck and bounced on his cock with a ferocity I rarely exhibited. Every thrust brought his monster cock into contact with my clit and the very end of my vagina simultaneously, filling me completely while stimulating my sensitive nub. There was no need to change the angle of entry as I normally do to get sensation in different places. His huge cock hit all the right places at every moment.
I closed my eyes and focused on that wonderful friction that seemed to be everywhere in my pussy. I thought about the view my husband had, an impossibly long, thick black cock being completely swallowed by his wife’s pussy, rivulets of her cream mixed with the cum of several other men running down her thighs, while her moans and occasional shriek of sheer ecstasy reverberated throughout the room and beyond. I can get quite noisy and I was letting it all out while I fucked my fantasy in real life. I thought about all the videos we made and pictures we took while using my black dildo, pretending it was attached to a real person. I wondered if my husband would clean the cum from my pussy as he pretended to do when we role played. He likes to eat his own cum from my pussy so I thought he might. My pussy clenched at the thought and I prayed he would put his head between my legs after Marcus came in me.
I never wanted this to end, but of course I couldn’t last forever and neither could Marcus. I felt him getting close and I focused on the sensations in my clit, grinding a bit harder in that direction and I was rewarded with those familiar tingles. I wanted to cum at the same time as Marcus and almost made it. He went over first, and once again I felt the spasms in his cock along my pussy lips, the grip still air tight. He held my hips still, our groins pressed tightly against each other, while he released spurt after spurt inside of me. His orgasm triggered mine as so often happens to me, and I collapsed in his arms, limp and exhausted, while yet another orgasm tore through me. I could only gasp and whimper by this point, completely spent, as my body went into pleasure overload with my fifth orgasm.
I didn’t notice John leave but I saw him return from the shower, ready for his turn. Marcus slipped out of me then. It was the most erotic withdrawal of a penis I ever experienced. It took so long to finally slither all the way out and plop against his abdomen with a wet splat. Unfortunately, I was not in the mood to be fucked by John. I was satiated at long last, the fire of lust finally extinguished. If I was a true slut, willing to fuck anyone, anytime, I suppose I would have spread my legs and persevered. Apparently I’m only a slut for my own pleasure. 😏
“John, you can come on me anywhere you want, just not in me.”
It took him a moment to work it out but he took it in stride. I didn’t move a muscle as he walked up behind me and a few moments later deposited a warm splatter on my bum. It was oddly arousing as his semen rolled into my ass crack, eventually finding its way to my anus and below as I wiggled my butt and giggled.
In all tthe excitement, I had pretty much ignored my husband after almost rubbing myself off on his nose and torturing him with a slow hand job while I fucked someone else. Aside from the thrill of him watching me, I hadn’t given him much thought, but that changed in a heart beat. He walked up behind me and stood between my legs, staring down at the lurid scene. My pussy must have been quite a sight, stretched out and leaking cum. I was still on top of Marcus, hugging him and enjoying the last few moments of our coupling, when I was startled to feel my husband’s hard cock rubbing against my labia. As much as I didn’t want to fuck John, turns out I was still hot for my husband. I whimpered a bit and pushed back towards him. He slid in easily, his entire cock penetrating me in one smooth stroke. That was all it took to reignite my passion which apparently had not been extinguished after all. I guess I have a pilot light because I was in horny mode immediately. I began kissing Marcus and soon we were taking turns exploring each other’s dental work while my husband plundered my cunt from behind.
It wasn’t long before I felt Marcus’ penis reawakening. It slowly grew as I watched, lengthening and thickening before my eyes. I started stroking him. It was simply not possible to resist touching it. Having two hard cocks between my legs almost touching each other was so hot, I almost came again. Almost. However, my husband started cumming a few moments later, finally adding his own deposit to my overflowing vagina. I enjoyed his orgasm as much or more than my own as it was confirmation all was well and he was as happy with our new lifestyle as I was. Poor Marcus was left with an erection as I felt it best to let my husband be the last man in, so to speak.
Postscript: I woke up the next morning to my husband eating my pussy. I had not yet showered from the night before. Yes, it was as much of a turn on as I anticipated and I creamed his face. 😋
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