Ed and my husband went out for a few beers with the guys the other night. The plan was for the two of them to come back here later for a night cap, as they often did. Regular readers of these segments will remember Ed. Several years ago, I masturbated in front of him with my husbandâs encouragement and this past summer I repeated the performance, with Ed masturbating and cumming on my tits both times. I was hoping for another erotic experience.
When Iâm anticipating something kinky in my immediate future, I masturbate incessantly, but of course I donât let myself cum. My evening started with a warm bubble bath, making myself silky smooth and clean, especially my naughty bits. I love washing my naughty bits.đ I closed my eyes and fantasized about what might happen when Ed and my husband return, while rubbing my loofah over my nipples. The stimulation from the rough material was raising goosebumps all over my body and I pretended it was Ed who was teasing me. I ventured southwards and soon my legs were draped over opposite sides of the tub while Loofah Ed was rubbing my pussy. With a reluctant sigh, I opened the drain before I got too carried away.
As I posted yesterday, my plan was to be on the couch when they came home, scantily dressed, pretending to have fallen asleep watching television. I would be in a sexy pose, showing a hint of my secret treasures, but not actually revealing anything. I chose my new panties and negligee. A little while before I expected them home, I got comfortable on the couch and channel surfed our porn stations. A few hot sex scenes and several glasses of wine later, my pussy was soaked and my fingers were glistening. I was getting hornier by the minute and considered a more daring plan. Why not take it a step further and be partially naked when they arrived, maybe expose one of my breasts?
That thought warmed my lower regions and I allowed my mind to wander further as I watched the explicit scenes on the screen. I began to reveal myself bit by bit as I masturbated and fantasized about what they would soon see and do. I pulled a shoulder strap down and completely exposed one of my breasts, then wet my finger in my wine and circled my nipple, teasing it into a mini erection. My negligee was at mid thigh and I raised it now to my hips, putting my panty clad pussy in plain view of anyone entering the room. Just as I heard them pull into the driveway, I decided to be even more brazen. I pushed my hand into my panties and delved a finger deep into my moist opening, leaving the porn channel on so that it would appear I fell asleep while masturbating. I have done this many times by the way. đ
My husband was aware of my plan and of course he was on board. He promised not to warn our friend and agreed it would be more fun to watch how Ed reacted. My heart was in my throat as I heard the guys come in and grab beers from the fridge. They hadnât yet entered the family room where I was on display and I briefly flirted with the idea of striking a more modest pose, but I was too far along the horny highway to cover up or remove my hand from my panties.
Their voices got louder as they approached, until Ed stopped talking mid sentence. I kept my eyes closed and listened carefully as they walked into the room, my husband making a low shushing sound as they stopped in front of the couch. Then I heard a sharp intake of breath and the beginnings of an apology which came from the doorway, followed by another shushing noise. It seemed my husband had brought home a mystery guest. I was apprehensive to say the least but also aroused by the thought of being exposed to an unknown person.
âI often find her like this if I stay out too late,â my husband whispered as the unknown person walked quietly into the room. âHoly shit dude,â unknown guy said, âshould Ed and I go? Not that Iâm in a hurry or anythingâŠâ. I panicked a little when I heard the voice. It was a whisper but I still thought I recognized Edâs younger brother, letâs call him Dan. My husband assured him there was no need to leave.
I didnât know Dan very well, having only met him a few times. He was much younger than Ed and definitely the better looking of the two. I was immediately concerned about word getting out in our circle of friends that Iâm a slut ready to give anyone a show. My mind was racing as I continued to feign sleep, listening to the three men talk about me. âYouâre a lucky man,â Dan said moving closer to me at my husbandâs gentle urging. I felt his presence at my feet, no doubt getting a better angle for his viewing pleasure. âLook, her nippleâs all wet.â The location of Edâs whispered voice confirmed he had a similar vantage point as his brother.
âSheâll be out for awhile. LookâŠempty.â I assume my husband was directing their attention to the empty wine bottle I had left prominently on the coffee table. The thought of the three of them staring at my partially naked body while I pretended to be asleep clouded my mind and I forgot my earlier concerns. I longed to start moving my finger which was still buried in my wetness but I wanted the charade to last a while longer. I am an exhibitionist slut after all.đ
I expected my husband would egg them on and he didnât disappoint me. âDo you want to take her panties off?â I had to suppress a grin when I heard Danâs reaction. Ed had seen me naked twice and, while he was clearly excited to get a third opportunity, Dan was practically vibrating. âSeriously?â His whispered query conveyed his disbelief and desperate hope my husband was not yanking his chain. There were no words spoken but my husband must have signalled his approval because a few moments later I felt eager fingers on my hips, peeling my panties down.
When I was much younger, I was stripped of my panties while pretending to be asleep. It was a huge turn on but it paled in comparison with someone I barely knew doing it in front of an audience. Dan moved slowly, taking care not to disturb my âsleep.â His fingers trailed along my hips and thighs as he revealed me bit by bit. I had to stop myself from lifting my hips as he slid my panties under my bum. An equal measure of restraint was necessary to suppress the moan that tried to escape as the silky material caressed my legs, then my ankles, and then was gone. I lay there, almost completely naked, my hand between my legs, as the three guys stared at me silently.
âOh my god,â breathed Dan, âher fingerâs still in her pussy.â I could hear rustling as the others no doubt moved in for a closer look. Their suggestive comments made my nipples diamond hard and my pussy tingle. After listening to them whisper about my body and what they wanted to do to me, I couldnât take it any longer and I began to move my finger inside my vagina, almost imperceptibly. They didnât notice at first but predictably Dan was first to raise the alarm. âUh, guys, sheâs moving.â
They stopped talking as I continued to finger myself, more noticeably now. I let out a low moan and murmured softly as though in the throws of a passionate dream. âDonât worry, sheâs still asleep,â hubby said, knowing I would choose when to let them know I was awake. âSheâll stop and start all night unless she cums. Sometimes I have to help her along.â I could hear the smile in his voice. Various whispered exclamations of astonishment and envy followed my husbandâs comment, which was actually true. I often have erotic dreams, especially if I havenât had an orgasm for a day or two. I have woken up many nights to find my husbandâs tongue, finger or penis inside me. Kinda like when I shake him if heâs snoring, only better. đ
âDo you want to fuck her, Dan?â
The question shocked everyone into silence. For several long moments, all I could hear were the moans of passion from the porn movie I had been watching. âNow youâre just fucking with me,â Dan said softly, dismissing the question, yet his tone suggested optimism. Even I didnât know if my husband was serious. He knew I wouldnât fuck Ed because Ed is married and Iâm not a home wrecker. And, although Dan was single and had just ended a several year relationship with his most recent girlfriend, my husband knew I didnât just fuck anyone. Iâve only had sex with 2 people outside my marriage, Betty and her husband Ned. I chose both extramarital partners carefully and, although I had my husbandâs permission for both, he did not participate in the selection process. Now he was offering me to another man without having the slightest idea what I wanted. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of exhibitionism, some masturbating, and someone cumming on me. I was not remotely expecting so much more. I was a curious combination of annoyed and aroused.
As my husband quietly tried to convince Dan he was serious and Dan allowed himself to slowly be convinced, I continued masturbate while pretending to be dreaming. A soft moan escaped my lips as I allowed myself to fantasize about Danâs cock penetrating me. I spread my legs a bit and gave myself a better angle for my finger to thrust in and out of my now dripping vagina. The change of position resulted in wet, squishy noises which silenced the guys once again. I was about to enter my favourite place, yes you guessed it, horny oblivion. My thrusting finger was Danâs cock and I began to move my hips in time to his thrusts.
There was complete silence in the room except for my moans and murmurs combined with sounds from an unusually gifted porn actress. I hate that nasally screech they all seem to have but she made soft, sexy noises which heightened my arousal. I started to put on quite a show for the 3 guys, spreading my legs even further and pointing my cunt up at them. I was using two hands now, one with my middle two fingers thrusting as deep inside me as I could go and the middle finger of my other hand rubbing my clit in lazy circles. I knew if those circles got much faster, Iâd cum, but I wanted to hold off for Dan. I had decided to play my husbandâs game, or at least call his bluff since I was still not certain of his true intentions.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw all three guys standing or sitting at my feet, eyes glued to my glistening fingers. They didnât even notice my eyes were open. I undulated my hips and watched with amusement as 3 sets of eyes followed my crotch like a bouncing ball.
âAre you going to fuck me like my husband asked?â
I was staring at Dan as I spoke, my fingers continuing their erotic dance in my pussy. He was dumbstruck and continued to stare at me, mesmerized and terrified in equal measures. My husband came over and knelt by my ear, whispering that I didnât have to do it, that he only intended to show me off. I turned and kissed him deeply. âDonât worry, baby,â I said with a wicked smile, âIâll fuck him just for you.â Then I turned my attention back to Dan.
I made a show of removing my fingers from my vagina and giving each digit a mini blow job, savouring my tasty cream. Then I put a hand on each inner thigh and pushed my legs apart, opening myself wide. âYou canât fuck me with your pants on,â I teased and that startled him into action. He had been kneeling at my feet, and now stood up uncertainly, looking to my husband for reassurance. âIf you donât, I will,â growled Ed, who was no doubt feeling left out. Sorry Ed.
My husband urged Dan to proceed and I watched with anticipation as Dan stripped off his clothes. He was already rock hard with a nice size penis. Longer and thicker than my husband but not so big as to make him feel inadequate. đ Dan approached me tentatively, looking from my husband to Ed to me, waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under him. A little impatiently, I hooked a leg around his hips and pulled him towards me, forcing him to kneel on the couch between my legs. I put my other leg around him and drew him in closer, his throbbing cock leading the way.
âYouâre really going to let me fuck you, Beth?â I answered him by raising my pussy and grinding it into his cock. It was an awkward position for me and I couldnât hold it for long, but it told Dan what he needed to know. I clasped my legs tightly around his hips and pulled him into me, writhing underneath him, soaking his shaft with my juices. He pressed his upper body against mine while we grinded into each other, his cock gliding up and down my slit but not yet penetrating me. I was almost completely lost in a haze of desire, my empty pussy desperate to be filled. I wanted more.
âAre you two just going to stand there or are you going to jerk off?â Pants and underwear hit the floor a few seconds later and I was rewarded with two hard cocks a foot or two away from my face, Ed and my husband pumping away.
I put my lips against Danâs ear and whispered, âput your cock inside me, fuck me while my husband watches.â Fortunately Dan didnât need any further encouragement and he maneuvered to place the head of his penis at my opening. âWait,â I gasped and pushed him up a bit. âLet them see. Go slow.â Dan raised himself up enough so Ed and my husband could see Danâs cock slowly enter me. I realized this was as much for me as for my husband. I stared at my husbandâs face while Dan penetrated me. Inch by inch, Dan sank his pulsing erection into my puffy folds, engorged and soaked after the eveningâs events so far. My husband continued to stare intently and masturbate while Dan slowly buried himself inside me, then pulled out and did it again just as slow, and again. My husband was lust drunk and his hand movements quickened. A small part of me was worried he might cum too soon and be less entertained that I was fucking someone else. However, most of me didnât care.
I had rarely been so wet or hot or just plain horny. I was riding a wave of hedonistic bliss, oblivious to everything except the exquisite penetration deep into my pussy, followed by the agony of withdrawal, clinging to the futile hope the pleasure would never end. Dan soon picked up the pace and began to thrust more forcefully, and I feared his climax was approaching. I grabbed his cheeks and rode him from underneath, squirming and grinding, desperate to get off first. Our groins were mashed together in an uncoordinated frenzy of undulations, each of us seeking that sweet spot, that perfect combination of location and rhythm that triggered those magnificent spasms. We thrashed and grunted, panted and moaned, selfishly trying to cum. I found that sweet spot first and rode it hard, not letting Dan move the way he wanted, but forcing him into short thrusts, his cock rising out of my cunt every few strokes to grind into my clit. As my cunt began to clench with those long awaited contractions, I abandoned all thought, all inhibition and craved only the ecstasy that was mine. I moaned from deep within me, from a place I only found when I crossed that line, the one between human and animal. It was a guttural, soul wrenching sound, ripped from my chest over and over as my orgasm tore through me, turning my cunt into a quivering, spasming mess. I rode it as long as I could, gasping for air as the waves went from tidal to trickle and finally ended. No multiple this evening but I didnât have the energy anyway, my orgasm having thoroughly exhausted me.
I opened my eyes to see three astonished guys, two of them jerking off furiously and then ejaculating on me a few moments later. Dan was still pounding into me, his stamina much greater than I first anticipated, but he soon blew his load, withdrawing at my request to add his gift to the cum dripping off my breasts.
I think I shocked three grown men the other night. They saw first hand how lust can turn someone into a shameless, orgasm craving slut. It doesnât happen often, but when it does, you definitely want to be nearby.
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