Then if you are correct, you will be seeing a lot more of Ron and Dan around the house.
If she’s like most horny women, she won’t be able to get enough.
If she’s like most horny women, she won’t be able to get enough.
Missed opportunity?
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I HOPE to see more of them around!! She has been horny since this started...more than I realized! I don't know where her new libido came from! and it just seems to be getting worse actually BETTER!!
lol. If I was Ron or Dan, I’d be texting her saying I’m horny and need to come by today!
me too! he might have already and she may have responded. but no activity yet. I am sure she'll let me know if anything is imminent . She saidd my presence added to her excitement so I don't expect any 'covert' meetings...but there's no telling what she might actually do.
Yes, invite Ron over for a nice night with your wife. Watch and then go to the guest room for a long night of .......
But I always get to fuck her after she's got a pussy full of another guy's cum!
Guess I must have said a bad word in my last post. Yes, you do get that. Some denial might be hot for you, at least for one night.
No bad word. I only get to fuck her after she's got a pussy full. I could try, but I don't think I've got the willpower to turn down or avoid fucking her...I can try...stand by...and if I do...you'll owe me! ROFLMAO🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
OBTW...do I at least get to jerk off while I watch them??
Oh! One more thing! I doubt if Ron (or anyone) can keep up with her for a full night...but it might be fun to find out!😏😏
It’s after Easter week and things have been quiet. We all got together for Easter but nothing noteworthy happened. She’s been doing her stuff in and around the house with no mention of what happened. I am absolutely sure she hasn’t seen Dan or Ron or anyone else. I’m a little surprised that we (or she) haven’t heard from either or both of them. She’s been in a great mood, singing to herself and making light conversation like her old self.
We had just finished dinner and were sitting in the family room when I finally asked her again about having more than one partner in a single session or day. She sat, thinking and then told me that she had done two guys at once a few times. I think you could have shoved an apple in my mouth my jaw dropped so open.
When I couldn’t say anything, she just laughed and asked me what was wrong with me. I finally managed to ask her when that was. She said it was in college at a couple of her sorority parties. She said it was kind of a common thing with some of her sorority sisters in completion with one another to see who could handle the most guys at once. She said that was in her past when she was a little wild. She said she gave up that when we started dating and got married. She said she considers that inappropriate behavior for a married couple the same way she feels about non-vaginal (oral or anal) sex being inappropriate for a husband and wife..
I was smarter than to ask her about her current behavior for a married couple.
She went back to her book and that was a sign to me that the conversation was over. I sure would have liked to have heard some of the details.
It was three days later when my wife peeked into my office just as I was finishing up my day. I thought she was going to tell me dinner was ready and she did but she said that Dan called told her his wife wasn’t home so she invited him and Ron over for dinner. I looked at her and she was smiling her normal beautiful smile and I didn’t say anything. I should have suspected something, but somehow I missed it completely. My first clue was when I came out of my office, I saw her in a skirt that was too short for the weather and one of her clingy ’V’ neck sweaters that highlighted her rounded breasts very nicely. Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were making little pokies in the sweater. I could see those tits swaying slightly as she walked.
Since the weather had been raining and mixing with snow, I had kept a fire going in our fireplace for most of the day. It was burning brightly now and keeping the house very warm and comfortable.
I asked her what she was making for dinner. She responded it was a simple pasta dish that was a good choice for the cold weather outside.
The doorbell rang and Ron and Dan arrived coated with wet snow from their short walk from the driveway to the door. I laughed and said they looked like snowmen as I took their coats and hung them in our laundry room.
I heard her screech and then laugh as she complained about someone’s cold hands. I came into the family room and could see her walking away from Ron and Dan who were both standing close in front of the warming fire; both holding their hands to the flames. I smiled as I wondered who had put their cold hands on my wife’s bare skin. I tried to see if her nipples were hard from someone’s cold hands, but I couldn’t tell.
I asked them if they wanted a drink and thy both said that beer would be fine. I got them beers, got one for my wife and I fixed myself a drink. Before we could even sit, my wife called us to the table where she had a delicious fettuccine carbonara with a rich creamy sauce. She served each of us, bending over the table for them, giving them a very tempting look down the ‘V’ neck of her blouse, right into the valley and the creamy orbs that formed it. I almost choked on my drink as we all stared down her bra-less cleavage. They all had a second beer with dinner while I just finished my cocktail. I noticed several times that one of Ron’s hands was missing from the table and my wife would smile and say something quietly to him.
We finished dinner and my wife chased the two men into the family room while I helped her clean up. I didn’t ask any questions; I was just waiting to see what she had in mind. We finished, she poured herself a glass of wine and we went into the family room. Ron and Dan were conversing quietly.
We talked for a while and my wife asked them if they wanted dessert. Dan asked what we had. My wife went down a short list of desserts we had. Ron said he was looking at his preference. I looked at my wife. She smiled at me and then laughed quietly.
She said he was being naughty and asked if he wanted something sweeter. He just smiled and said he couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. I grinned at him and then tuned and kissed my wife. I cupped her breast through her sweater. She broke our kiss and I turned to look at them. I asked if they were interested. Ron had his legs spread open, I guess to give that bulge he had some extra room. Dan was outright stroking his dick through his pants.
Ron and Dan both smiled at me and then her. Ron started to stand up but she asked him to sit. She said Dan deserved to have his turn first this time. Ron sat and Dan stood and walked to the couch. He smiled down at her as he stood over her. She gave him a smile and asked what he’d like. He kneeled in front of her. She hiked her tight short skirt up until the tops of her stockings and then her panties were exposed and spread her legs while Ron and I watched intently.
Ron was starting to grab his dick through his jean and I was trying to adjust my own hard dick through my suddenly too tight pants myself,
Dan lowered his face to her pussy. I couldn’t see much more because her thighs hid his face and part of his head. I did hear her moan and watched her put he hands on the back of his head. She seemed to be guiding him around her crotch until she pulled his head up by his ears. I heard her tell him to take ‘them’ off now that they were nice and wet. He slid his hands up her thighs and I watched her arch her back while he slid her panties down and pulled them off .
He lowered his face back to her cunt and he must have been doing a good job because she was wriggling her hips and pulling on his head. Then I heard her gasp quietly, raise her hips from the couch and hold his head tight against her. I knew she was cumming on the end of his tongue.
She pushed his head away. She was breathing heavily; like she had just run a mile. She smiled at him and asked what she could do for him.
He slid his hands up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. He said he wanted to put his cock between her breasts. I looked at Ron and he looked at me, kind of in shock. She grinned up at Dan. She pushed him away, letting his hands slide from under her sweater and stood up. She said she had an idea.
She took Dan by the hand and beckoned to Ron to follow and she started to lead them to the bedroom. I started to follow but she turned to me and asked me to get her solid shortening from the pantry. I did and by the time I got to the bedroom, she, Ron and Dan were all naked with the boy’s rigid hardons standing tall. My wife was standing between them in all of her naked glory, looking sexier than I ever remember her looking
She pushed Dan backwards onto our bed. She motioned my over to her with the can of shortening. She turned to Ron, handed him the can of white grease. He took a second to figure out what she wanted and then grinned at her.
He leaned over her and kissed each of her hard erect nipples before he took a small dollop of the contents on three of his fingers. She pushed her chest out to him and he procedded to smear the slippery white cream over her tits before he took another batch and spread it over the inside curve of her mounds and into her cleavage. Her breasts glistened in the light.
I sat in the chair across from our bed and watched in fascinated delight as these two guys prepared my wife for I didn’t know what. She turned and kneeled on the bed, dragging her greasy tis up from Dan’s knees up over his thighs and up over his chest. She dangled her tits in his face. He kissed each nipple in turn until she slid them back down until his cock was nestled in between the creamy flesh of her cleavage. She started to move up and down; slipping the well greased cleft formed by her swinging tits over his bobbing dick. He reached down and grasped the shiny soft flesh in his hands and squeezed his dick between them. He laughed, nervously, saying they were so slippery.
The wihte grease was starting to melt, either from the friction of flesh on flesh or more likely fom the lust heated bodies of my wife and Dan. I saw Ron move out of the corner of my eye. He stepped up to the edge of the bed where my wife’s lower legs were hanging; where her ass was aised to just the right height and her asshole and pussy seemed to be begging for attention. I could see her pussy still wet and open from the tongue lashing Dan had so recently given it.
He rubbed the head if his dick up and down the wet slit and then placed the blunt wet head against her obvious opening. I saw my wife look over her shoulder at him. He slipped just the head into her hole stopping with only an inch or two inside her. He began to pump his hips; two inches in; one out; over and over until he was fully inside her. She responded in counterpoint working her cunt down (or up) over his cock.
DAMN! I thought or maybe I said it out loud. Two at once! I was shocked to ssay the least! My wife who insisted on missionary and wouldn’t even let me lick her pussy was taking on two guys at once! I wanted to take my dick out and cum right then!
She had her body working in perfect rhythm, pushing her cunt back and forth on his rod while the same movement worked the cock between hr tits. It was poetry in motion. I watched in awe as she performed. She glanced over at me and whispered that she loved me as the two guys used her or more accurately, she used them.
I don’t know how long I watched them as their mutual lust escalated. I heard Dan grunt first that he wanted to cum on her tits. She gasped her enthusiastic approval. He squeezed his cock harder between her slick breasts, shiny from their coating of the shortening lube and her perspiration. He started spewing ropes of cum out all over his chest and hers; some even reaching her throat.
Then I heard her moan and whimper as she fucked harder back at Ron’s pumping cock. She gasped that she was cumming. Ron let out a grunt as he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as deep as he could. He was cumming inside her as well.
Ron finished and rolled off of her to collapse on the bed beside her he dick was already drooping. My wife almost collapsed on top of Dan, but he pulled her up to kiss her and then pulled her higher until her slick sloppy firm tits were swaying in his face. He held her up as he licked her tits and chest clean of the combination of semi-melted shortening and his own cum. He finally gently rolled her to the side opposite from Rod where she laid quietly, catching her breath L leaned forward just enough to see Ron’s cum leaking from her open cunt.
I sat there and watched th tri gradually recover from their exercitations. She got up first and said she was going to shower and slowly walked into our bathroom. Ron and Dan stood up, almost together and used their discarded tee shirts to wipe and clean themselves up. The dressed quickly, said goodnight as I sat there, stupefied but what I witnessed.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. I saw my wife through the glass door just standing under the spray. She turned and saw me. She smiled wickedly and asked if I was going to join her. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I got into the shower and she grabbed me; pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her breasts against my chest still felt slick, I guess from the remaining lube, although it was still probably mixed with Dan’s cum.
She broke the kiss and turned to lean against the shower was; he ass presented to me; her legs spread. She told me to come and get it before all of Ron’s cum leaked out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me take her from behind. She had always insisted seeing me when we made love. I wasn’t about to break the mood.
I stepped behind her and placed my cock at the hole so recently lubed and vacated by Ron and pushed myself inside with a lot of help from her pushing back to me. I was too wound up to last too long, but it didn’t matter. She was cumming almost as soon as I was fully inside. I was right behind her, adding my cum to the remnants from Ron. I supported her and myself through our climax and held her until I slipped out, softening rapidly. She stood and looked like she shivered for a moment. Then she asked me to wash her back.
I did and we finished our shower and dressed for bed and put on long robes. She said she was going to fix us tea if I wanted so I joined her in the kitchen. We talked like an old married couple while we sipped our tea just as if it was an average night at home. I retired to bed and never heard her come in later.
I will discuss this night with her when she indicates she’s ready to talk. I NEVER expected her to take on two guys like she did a week or so ago and certainly never two at once! I am beside myself waiting to hear what had happened from her perspective when she’s ready to talk about it and she will, sooner or later.
This keeps escalating, bringing her to new (and to me) heights of lust. I don’t know if she’s experimenting with new found lust or maybe she’s re-living some of her past or repressed fantasies. I don’t know what to ask or what to expect next. I am sure of one thing: There will be a ‘next’ and I don’t know if she might even be imaging it now.
We had just finished dinner and were sitting in the family room when I finally asked her again about having more than one partner in a single session or day. She sat, thinking and then told me that she had done two guys at once a few times. I think you could have shoved an apple in my mouth my jaw dropped so open.
When I couldn’t say anything, she just laughed and asked me what was wrong with me. I finally managed to ask her when that was. She said it was in college at a couple of her sorority parties. She said it was kind of a common thing with some of her sorority sisters in completion with one another to see who could handle the most guys at once. She said that was in her past when she was a little wild. She said she gave up that when we started dating and got married. She said she considers that inappropriate behavior for a married couple the same way she feels about non-vaginal (oral or anal) sex being inappropriate for a husband and wife..
I was smarter than to ask her about her current behavior for a married couple.
She went back to her book and that was a sign to me that the conversation was over. I sure would have liked to have heard some of the details.
It was three days later when my wife peeked into my office just as I was finishing up my day. I thought she was going to tell me dinner was ready and she did but she said that Dan called told her his wife wasn’t home so she invited him and Ron over for dinner. I looked at her and she was smiling her normal beautiful smile and I didn’t say anything. I should have suspected something, but somehow I missed it completely. My first clue was when I came out of my office, I saw her in a skirt that was too short for the weather and one of her clingy ’V’ neck sweaters that highlighted her rounded breasts very nicely. Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were making little pokies in the sweater. I could see those tits swaying slightly as she walked.
Since the weather had been raining and mixing with snow, I had kept a fire going in our fireplace for most of the day. It was burning brightly now and keeping the house very warm and comfortable.
I asked her what she was making for dinner. She responded it was a simple pasta dish that was a good choice for the cold weather outside.
The doorbell rang and Ron and Dan arrived coated with wet snow from their short walk from the driveway to the door. I laughed and said they looked like snowmen as I took their coats and hung them in our laundry room.
I heard her screech and then laugh as she complained about someone’s cold hands. I came into the family room and could see her walking away from Ron and Dan who were both standing close in front of the warming fire; both holding their hands to the flames. I smiled as I wondered who had put their cold hands on my wife’s bare skin. I tried to see if her nipples were hard from someone’s cold hands, but I couldn’t tell.
I asked them if they wanted a drink and thy both said that beer would be fine. I got them beers, got one for my wife and I fixed myself a drink. Before we could even sit, my wife called us to the table where she had a delicious fettuccine carbonara with a rich creamy sauce. She served each of us, bending over the table for them, giving them a very tempting look down the ‘V’ neck of her blouse, right into the valley and the creamy orbs that formed it. I almost choked on my drink as we all stared down her bra-less cleavage. They all had a second beer with dinner while I just finished my cocktail. I noticed several times that one of Ron’s hands was missing from the table and my wife would smile and say something quietly to him.
We finished dinner and my wife chased the two men into the family room while I helped her clean up. I didn’t ask any questions; I was just waiting to see what she had in mind. We finished, she poured herself a glass of wine and we went into the family room. Ron and Dan were conversing quietly.
We talked for a while and my wife asked them if they wanted dessert. Dan asked what we had. My wife went down a short list of desserts we had. Ron said he was looking at his preference. I looked at my wife. She smiled at me and then laughed quietly.
She said he was being naughty and asked if he wanted something sweeter. He just smiled and said he couldn’t imagine anything sweeter. I grinned at him and then tuned and kissed my wife. I cupped her breast through her sweater. She broke our kiss and I turned to look at them. I asked if they were interested. Ron had his legs spread open, I guess to give that bulge he had some extra room. Dan was outright stroking his dick through his pants.
Ron and Dan both smiled at me and then her. Ron started to stand up but she asked him to sit. She said Dan deserved to have his turn first this time. Ron sat and Dan stood and walked to the couch. He smiled down at her as he stood over her. She gave him a smile and asked what he’d like. He kneeled in front of her. She hiked her tight short skirt up until the tops of her stockings and then her panties were exposed and spread her legs while Ron and I watched intently.
Ron was starting to grab his dick through his jean and I was trying to adjust my own hard dick through my suddenly too tight pants myself,
Dan lowered his face to her pussy. I couldn’t see much more because her thighs hid his face and part of his head. I did hear her moan and watched her put he hands on the back of his head. She seemed to be guiding him around her crotch until she pulled his head up by his ears. I heard her tell him to take ‘them’ off now that they were nice and wet. He slid his hands up her thighs and I watched her arch her back while he slid her panties down and pulled them off .
He lowered his face back to her cunt and he must have been doing a good job because she was wriggling her hips and pulling on his head. Then I heard her gasp quietly, raise her hips from the couch and hold his head tight against her. I knew she was cumming on the end of his tongue.
She pushed his head away. She was breathing heavily; like she had just run a mile. She smiled at him and asked what she could do for him.
He slid his hands up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. He said he wanted to put his cock between her breasts. I looked at Ron and he looked at me, kind of in shock. She grinned up at Dan. She pushed him away, letting his hands slide from under her sweater and stood up. She said she had an idea.
She took Dan by the hand and beckoned to Ron to follow and she started to lead them to the bedroom. I started to follow but she turned to me and asked me to get her solid shortening from the pantry. I did and by the time I got to the bedroom, she, Ron and Dan were all naked with the boy’s rigid hardons standing tall. My wife was standing between them in all of her naked glory, looking sexier than I ever remember her looking
She pushed Dan backwards onto our bed. She motioned my over to her with the can of shortening. She turned to Ron, handed him the can of white grease. He took a second to figure out what she wanted and then grinned at her.
He leaned over her and kissed each of her hard erect nipples before he took a small dollop of the contents on three of his fingers. She pushed her chest out to him and he procedded to smear the slippery white cream over her tits before he took another batch and spread it over the inside curve of her mounds and into her cleavage. Her breasts glistened in the light.
I sat in the chair across from our bed and watched in fascinated delight as these two guys prepared my wife for I didn’t know what. She turned and kneeled on the bed, dragging her greasy tis up from Dan’s knees up over his thighs and up over his chest. She dangled her tits in his face. He kissed each nipple in turn until she slid them back down until his cock was nestled in between the creamy flesh of her cleavage. She started to move up and down; slipping the well greased cleft formed by her swinging tits over his bobbing dick. He reached down and grasped the shiny soft flesh in his hands and squeezed his dick between them. He laughed, nervously, saying they were so slippery.
The wihte grease was starting to melt, either from the friction of flesh on flesh or more likely fom the lust heated bodies of my wife and Dan. I saw Ron move out of the corner of my eye. He stepped up to the edge of the bed where my wife’s lower legs were hanging; where her ass was aised to just the right height and her asshole and pussy seemed to be begging for attention. I could see her pussy still wet and open from the tongue lashing Dan had so recently given it.
He rubbed the head if his dick up and down the wet slit and then placed the blunt wet head against her obvious opening. I saw my wife look over her shoulder at him. He slipped just the head into her hole stopping with only an inch or two inside her. He began to pump his hips; two inches in; one out; over and over until he was fully inside her. She responded in counterpoint working her cunt down (or up) over his cock.
DAMN! I thought or maybe I said it out loud. Two at once! I was shocked to ssay the least! My wife who insisted on missionary and wouldn’t even let me lick her pussy was taking on two guys at once! I wanted to take my dick out and cum right then!
She had her body working in perfect rhythm, pushing her cunt back and forth on his rod while the same movement worked the cock between hr tits. It was poetry in motion. I watched in awe as she performed. She glanced over at me and whispered that she loved me as the two guys used her or more accurately, she used them.
I don’t know how long I watched them as their mutual lust escalated. I heard Dan grunt first that he wanted to cum on her tits. She gasped her enthusiastic approval. He squeezed his cock harder between her slick breasts, shiny from their coating of the shortening lube and her perspiration. He started spewing ropes of cum out all over his chest and hers; some even reaching her throat.
Then I heard her moan and whimper as she fucked harder back at Ron’s pumping cock. She gasped that she was cumming. Ron let out a grunt as he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as deep as he could. He was cumming inside her as well.
Ron finished and rolled off of her to collapse on the bed beside her he dick was already drooping. My wife almost collapsed on top of Dan, but he pulled her up to kiss her and then pulled her higher until her slick sloppy firm tits were swaying in his face. He held her up as he licked her tits and chest clean of the combination of semi-melted shortening and his own cum. He finally gently rolled her to the side opposite from Rod where she laid quietly, catching her breath L leaned forward just enough to see Ron’s cum leaking from her open cunt.
I sat there and watched th tri gradually recover from their exercitations. She got up first and said she was going to shower and slowly walked into our bathroom. Ron and Dan stood up, almost together and used their discarded tee shirts to wipe and clean themselves up. The dressed quickly, said goodnight as I sat there, stupefied but what I witnessed.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. I saw my wife through the glass door just standing under the spray. She turned and saw me. She smiled wickedly and asked if I was going to join her. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I got into the shower and she grabbed me; pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her breasts against my chest still felt slick, I guess from the remaining lube, although it was still probably mixed with Dan’s cum.
She broke the kiss and turned to lean against the shower was; he ass presented to me; her legs spread. She told me to come and get it before all of Ron’s cum leaked out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me take her from behind. She had always insisted seeing me when we made love. I wasn’t about to break the mood.
I stepped behind her and placed my cock at the hole so recently lubed and vacated by Ron and pushed myself inside with a lot of help from her pushing back to me. I was too wound up to last too long, but it didn’t matter. She was cumming almost as soon as I was fully inside. I was right behind her, adding my cum to the remnants from Ron. I supported her and myself through our climax and held her until I slipped out, softening rapidly. She stood and looked like she shivered for a moment. Then she asked me to wash her back.
I did and we finished our shower and dressed for bed and put on long robes. She said she was going to fix us tea if I wanted so I joined her in the kitchen. We talked like an old married couple while we sipped our tea just as if it was an average night at home. I retired to bed and never heard her come in later.
I will discuss this night with her when she indicates she’s ready to talk. I NEVER expected her to take on two guys like she did a week or so ago and certainly never two at once! I am beside myself waiting to hear what had happened from her perspective when she’s ready to talk about it and she will, sooner or later.
This keeps escalating, bringing her to new (and to me) heights of lust. I don’t know if she’s experimenting with new found lust or maybe she’s re-living some of her past or repressed fantasies. I don’t know what to ask or what to expect next. I am sure of one thing: There will be a ‘next’ and I don’t know if she might even be imaging it now.
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