12 comments/ 34617 views/ 25 favorites After Kids By: Yogakay Twenty six years of a traditional marriage did not prepare me for my husband's request. David and I had married when I was only twenty and he had been twenty six. Tall, slim and dark haired, the young naval officer had no problem sweeping me off my feet and then keeping me on a short leash. He was possessive, sometimes too much. More than one party had I left, sad and disappointed because my husband couldn't tolerate all the attention that circled around me. At five feet tall, blonde haired and with light green eyes, men noticed me. They always had. Even in my mid-thirties, my still tight body, bubble butt and perky sixe B breasts brought the men and sometimes women to my side. Despite the attention, I had been so good. Sometimes after a few drinks, I did flirt too much. Purposely standing close, bodies almost touching, I would look up and let other men see what was burning inside of me. Though I often taunted other men with my body, I always returned to my marital bed. If David was awake, I would ride his cock, silently imaging a formal gathering where I serviced his fellow officers. If he were sleeping, I would slip my fingers between my legs and release the energy pulsing through my body. Fantasies of my traditional military man sharing me with others of his kind had swirled through my mind as my hands roamed my body for years. And now, after all these years, the love of my life and I were being truthful. I just couldn't decide what to do. My body was demanding I listen. But my heart was afraid. David meant everything to me. I was afraid of changing the rules. There had been many unexpected changes. After 34 successful years in the military, my now retired hubby had begun to relax. At first I was delighted to see this, but now I wasn't sure. Adding porn to our marriage had recently spiced things up. We had found a new ecstasy in each other's arms as we explored each other, anew. It was unlike anything that either one of us had ever experienced before. Previously rejected ideas had been revisited and the ball was rolling. Before David, I had explored my sexuality extensively. This was why I was concerned. There was no way to know how far that rolling ball was going to take us or where. My military man had been trying to get in my ass for years. A few drunken nights, I had let him in there. There was a little pleasure at the time, but the pain was what had stood out the next morning. Sober, I would again reject his advances. This all had changed several years ago, when David had said the magic words. The "naughtiness" of what he wanted thrilled me and had started a fire burning between my legs. Years previously, while on vacation, I had felt David's arms wrap around me. With a sigh I had leaned back into his broad chest. Inhaling, I experienced my favorite scent. His musk mixed with the earthy cologne I always gave him at Christmas surrounded me. For as long as I could remember, I had called this combined scent home. David was my safe spot in a hard world. Biting my neck, his fingers began to roam. Soon two strong, masculine hands began kneading my ass cheeks. My body relaxed instantly under his ministrations. In a low and throaty voice, he began to tell me how beautiful my ass was. Words so eloquent and sincere that I began to feel lifted and somehow empowered. His desire to explore, lick and love on my back entrance thrilled me. I don't know why, but his professed adoration left me wet and wanting to bend over. Holding my small but curvy hips firmly, he began to slide down my body. Trembling, I waited to feel what he did next. Lifting the back of my blue sundress, he began to lightly kiss my thighs. My legs slightly parted as I groaned. Leaning over the kitchen sink, I nervously imagined his mouth's next move. Knowing where he was headed made me dizzy and feel like a very nasty woman. I couldn't wait and wiggled. Immediately, he had parted my cheeks and paused. Fully exposed to his gaze, I felt so vulnerable. This drove the flames consuming my body crazy. Then, he inhaled me. I was horrified and exhilarated at all at the same time. Why would he want to kiss me there? To taste me there? To smell me there? Even though there were no answers coming, my body throbbed with undeniable desire. Seconds felt like hours, while he continued to stare at and praise the beauty between my legs. His words were the best lube, I had ever felt. A yelp of surprise left me as his tongue made contact. Small circles around my opening sent waves of pleasure through my every cell. My mind recoiled from the responses his tongue began to draw from me. None of this made sense. Why did something so unnatural feel better than anything I had experienced before? Confused, I felt my hips push back. Moans that sounded foreign to me ripped from my throat as his tongue penetrated my tightest opening. Plunging into my ass rapidly, his tongue explored deeper. My hands began twisting my pink engorged nipples as I trembled. The exploding sensations were unexpected and I felt myself lost to him. Without any reservation, I called out for him to fuck me in the ass. The smell of my own sex embraced me as I listened to a woman I didn't know yell words I didn't normally say. With only one last lick, my husband reluctantly removed his mouth and stood. His muscular arms embraced me. His desire vibrated off of him and made me want to submit even more. The depths of my submission to his desires wouldn't be felt till later. Unzipping his shorts, David allowed his hard eight inches to spring forward. Already leaking precum and twitching with demanding need, he placed his smooth cock at my little puckered opening. Nerves shot through me. Relaxing as much as possible, I urged him to take me. With a small thrust, he entered me. That first pop made me scream and he stopped. Soon tingling replaced the pain and I told him, "Ok." Inch-by-inch, he slowly laid claim to my ass. The trembling of his body told me how much self-control he was exercising. It only made me more determined to accept whatever he put out. My desire to please him overwhelmed any fear left and I pushed back. A low growl left my man's mouth as he bottomed out in my bowels. He didn't move. Instead, he waited for my cue. He didn't have long to wait. My body instinctively loosened around him and welcomed his invasion. Within moments, I was ready. With a trembling voice, I again said, "Ok." Approval received, my hubby proceeded to move. Slowly and with intense care he began to thrust in and out of my newly offered opening. Words began to enter the air as David started to speak. Using words so nasty that I should have been offended, he continued to extol the virtues contained within in me. Calling me his Ass Slut didn't offend. In fact, it made me crazier. All control was lost as one of his hands twisted in my hair and the other continued its grip on my hip. Thoughtfulness was driven from my husband's mind, as raw need took over. With increased force he continued to assault my tender flesh. I loved it! Nothing had ever felt this hot. I didn't want it to end. With a loud growl, David tensed and I felt rope after rope of hot seed explode inside me and I loved that too. I felt like a slut. Much to my surprise, my submission to my officer and a gentleman made me feel complete. So did his cock in my ass. Completely dominated and pinned, it was the moment everything changed. He was in charge. Biology had won. Years of unbridled passion followed our new discovery and had left us happier and more in love than ever before. It also had changed the dynamics of our relationship outside the bedroom. David now exerted his force over me in daily affairs. Per his request, I was now dressing slutty and leading on other men. So excited by my bad behavior and with the recent introduction of porn into our lives, he had broached a whole new subject. He wanted to share me. For weeks now, the pressure had been relentless. Daily texts urging me to think of what two men could do, came in at all hours of the day. So did pictures of women surrounded by rigid cocks. He was scaring me and exciting me. These new rules in our home also served to keep me aroused. I obediently spent every day wearing revealing clothes and seeking out male attention. I was never disappointed with the responses. My sexuality grew as my ego was continually stroked. Another rule he had imposed on me, was no masturbation. I don't know why I minded him. My body would ache for release. The need so deep, I had trouble performing basic tasks. Each day, David would come home to a woman dressed for fucking. My pussy wet and dripping, I would greet him with open mouth and spread legs. I had truly become his own personal slut. In three days, two old friends would join us for the weekend. Both of them were on official travel, so there would be no wives joining us. I would be the only woman present and David had requested I be the "hostess with the mostest." The tone he used let me know, he had plans. During one anal assault and while screaming out during an orgasm, I had told him my fantasies. I dreamed about servicing him and his fellow officers. That I had dreamed for years about being his special fuck toy that he brought out at parties. All the details had poured from my mouth as my first anal orgasm ripped through me. Afterwards, I smiled. Embarrassed at my own wanton behavior, I worried he would be angry. I had nothing to worry about. He was not the least bit angry. He was more excited and turned on than I could remember. What I had meant to be dirty talk, now became his sole fixation. My resistance to his new demands was failing and now we had two very handsome men coming for dinner. Still kidding myself about what I would ultimately do, I scheduled a pedicure and a Brazilian wax. If my husband wanted to put me out there, I was going to be ready. One day before their arrival, I hurried around our newly bought home in North Austin. Wanting everything to be perfect, I hurried around cleaning and straightening. Side dishes and desserts had already been made and a prime rib was waiting in the fridge. Being the "perfect" military wife had been my mission for decades and I knew how to entertain. I also knew my hubby was counting on my need to please others. It wasn't fair but it kept my nipples tight and my pussy wet. While cleaning the master bath, I stopped and looked into the full length mirror that hung from my closet. Before me I saw a mature woman. No longer young but far from expired, I maintained myself as best I could. Regular yoga kept my body tight and a strict diet kept it trim but curvy. My belly remained softer than I wished, but I was a mother of two. Looking in the mirror, I began to think about the two men that were visiting. Both Navy captains like my husband, I had known them since my twenties. We had all been together in the beginning. Both men had always let me know they thought I was hot, but their respect for my husband had kept both men on a leash. Now, it was David removing the leash. Sinking to the floor, I leaned against the pale blue wall next to our glass shower. Closing my eyes, I thought of Jon. Stocky built, almost black haired and with a playful smile, this man kept me on alert. Frequently at official gatherings I would abruptly turn and catch him staring at my ass. With a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, he would move away. Jon had appeared in many of my fantasies. It wasn't his masculine looks that made me quiver around him. It was how he looked at me. Breaking the rules, my fingers slipped into my white lace thong as I now thought of Andy. Tall, even taller than my six foot husband, this man exuded sexuality. Every female from four to one hundred in his presence stood taller and giggled. He chatted and complimented every female in his path. Wherever he went, women felt more beautiful. The special attention he gave me was exhilarating. Broad, muscular and with serious hazel eyes, it was easy to imagine fucking him. Sighing, I closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to go further. Inserting two fingers in my wet and aching pussy, I arched my hips up and whimpered. Images of military cocks filled my head. Fingering myself, my scent surround me. Knowing I would be punished for my infraction excited me even more. Placing my thumb on my clit, I began to rub. My mouth opened unconsciously, while I imagined first Jon's cock sliding into my mouth followed by Andy's. Rubbing harder and in a circular motion, I felt my body tensing. I was too horny to make it last. Pinching one of my erect nipples and rubbing furiously, the fuck frenzy continued in my head. Arching my hips, my cries echoed in an empty house. Wave after wave of cum ran from me to the images of Jon and Andy passing me back and forth. Trembling, I reached for my phone. With shaky and unsure hands, I texted my husband, "Yes." Sore from being fucked all night, I awoke at 5:00 a.m. David's excitement over my acceptance of his demands had kept him in my ass, mouth, and pussy for hours. Cum dripped down my thighs as I hurried to the master bath. After the water heated, I jumped into the shower and began to lather my body. Shivers assaulted me as my hands soaped my breasts. My nipples were raw from the chewing and sucking they had received the previous night. Despite the pain, I tugged lightly on them. Immediately, I felt coiling throughout my body. The coming dinner party both unsettled and enflamed me. Soaping my newly waxed pussy, I ran my fingers over the small dark landing spot that was left behind. My fingers then moved to the small gold hoop attached to my outer labia. A gift to my hubby the previous month, I just loved it. Not only pretty, it tickled and tingled when David sucked it into his mouth. My fingers continued on. Placing a finger in my ass, I swirled soap around. I wanted this part of me, edible. Stepping from the shower, I slipped into an aqua kimono style robe. David had given it to me, when we had been stationed in Japan. The smoothness of the silk felt erotic next to my sensitive skin. My phone buzzed, they were headed this way. All three men would be standing in my home, staring at me by noon. The idea of so much desire directed toward me made my knees feel weak. I knew this was going to happen but I still felt fear. Heading to my ultra-modern kitchen in hues of blue and gray, I went over the list of things that still needed doing. The guest rooms were ready. The table was set. All the dishes that could be done, were. All that needed doing was done. Except for preparing myself. My husband had been very clear in his instructions. And like the slut he desired, I obeyed. These men knew me as a wife and a mother. Sexy, yes, but always appropriate. My not so gentlemanly officer wanted my pussy out there. His exact words. A black micro mini, black five-inch heels and no panties guaranteed he would get his wish. A clingy black knit tank and too much jewelry finished my look. Following his instructions to a T, I applied my make-up heavily. Dark liner circled my bright green eyes and my lips were whore red. Glitter dusted on my collarbones and legs, I returned to the kitchen to wait. Each movement spent getting ready had felt like foreplay and my body longed to be touched. With nothing left to do, I sipped my bubbly water and imagined three men man-handling me. The sound of wheels on our driveway shook me from my daydreams. Nervous and with nowhere to run, I froze and listened. David's promises of unknown delights tittilated and I felt frozen in time. Not able to admit how much I wanted this, I longed for escape. Men's voices came to me as I heard the front door open. With nothing else to do, I walked towards the inevitable. Their faces froze as they watched me approach. I didn't resemble the woman they knew. Shocked at my appearance, both men seemed to struggle with the implications. Andy broke the silence first and pulled me into a bear hug. His hold seemed tighter than I remembered. Immediately, Jon pulled me from his grasp. Lifting me up, he announced his happiness to see me. The look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants indicated that he suspected that things were not the same. My husband's eyes caught mine as the guys continued hugging me way too long. Delight at the situation shone in his blue eyes as he leered at me. His face wore a look of hunger unlike any I had seen there before. With a big grin he told me to get the other men a beer and showed them to the two guest rooms upstairs. Painfully aware of my slutty looks, I prepared an antipasti and grabbed three cold mugs from the freezer. Satisfied that their trays looked as appetizing as possible, I tugged my skirt down. It immediately returned to its original position. Barely covering my naked pussy it hugged my ass. There was no way to look like anything other than what David was turning me into-a willing fuck toy that did what it was told. Glancing out the kitchen window, I saw three handsome officers in khaki shorts and Hawaiian shirts. Even out of uniform they formed an obviously tight group. They had covered each other's back in the worst of situations and had returned bonded for life. Their laughter carried to me as I headed out back to our covered patio. I wondered if it was me that made them laugh. Quieter than they had ever seen me, I placed the refreshments in the center of our wrought iron table. Despite the cool breeze and the men's casual demeanor, energy bristled in the air. The men confused, continued to take in my newly exposed curves. Their eyes felt like fingers strumming my body. Anticipation and arousal began to drip down my thighs, I knew it was not only the lush tropical flowers they were smelling. Leaving them no doubt about what had changed, they sat transfixed watching my husband grab my ass and squeeze it. A yelp erupted from me at his rough treatment. The woman that generally kept people in their places stood before them, eyes downcast. My husband continued to caress my checks and pointed out to them how yoga kept my ass curved. Heat crept into my face as my nipples tightened further and my lips opened. I stood obediently next to my Love. Both men with big grins on their face stared even more intensely at my husband's hand that was now jiggling my ass for their inspection. With a slap on my butt, my husband dismissed me. I hurried to his humidor and grabbed three Cuban cigars that he had brought back after his last deployment. My heart pounded as I returned to their lair. I felt like an African antelope, watched by hungry lions before the attack. As I exited the house, they all grinned at me with knowing looks. No longer were these my peers. They had been promoted to bosses. I felt my desire to serve settle on me like a wet blanket. All awareness of anything but these men left my head. Following instructions, I approached Jon, seated to David's left and offered him a cigar and a cutter. Taking the cigar, my old friend looked at me, as if we had never met and gently cupped my breast. His dark brown eyes met my serious green ones with no recognition. Kneading my breast, he looked at my David. With delight in his eyes, my hubby nodded. With permission granted, Jon took both of my breasts and squeezed my nipples hard. A whimper escaped me. I hope it concealed how excited I truly was. This was my hubby's idea and I still felt unsure. Still playing with my breasts, Jon continued talking with the two men. Standing between him and my hubby, I felt cornered, alive and over my head. Contrasting emotions assailed me as my body responded to this use. Hubby's hand joined Jon's on my body. He began stroking the curve of my ass and asked, "What do you think?" "I think I've died and gone to heaven ... I could play with these titties all day... look at her nipples, she loving this." Jon added with a chuckle. My embarrassment deepened as they continued to treat me as a favored toy. So did my excitement. After Kids Sitting up, Andy leered at me with hazel eyes. "What about me?" Being the nice guy he is, my hubby directed me to hand Andy his cigar. As I neared him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled. My body collided with his, as he roughly turned me around. My back to him, he grabbed both cheeks and pulled, massaged and groped me. This was definitely an ass man. With a low growl he lifted my skirt and found nothing obstructing his view. Spreading my cheeks, he remarked on how delicious I looked. Moisture dripped from me as their attention continued. Released to finish dinner, I struggled to concentrate. Their voices carried to me as I stood staring out the window overlooking our newly built pool. How had everything changed so suddenly? Only a few months had passed since our youngest had left the nest, and here I was, preparing dinner for men who planned to gang bang me, as soon as I finished feeding them. Yanked out of my musings by the oven timer, I couldn't help but smile. Life was always surprising me. Dinner plated, I returned to the men. Smiles of predators sensing their prey greeted me. My body responded immediately to their stares and my eyes glowed with sexual need. Hurriedly, I put my head down. I hoped to hide the blush covering my face. I no longer felt like a mature woman. With a racing heartbeat and coils of tension swirling throughout my body, I felt young and desirable. It was dizzying. Placing my tray at the end of the table, I joined the men. Seated between Jon and Andy, I pulled down my inadequate skirt. Barely able to cover my pink swollen lips, I tried to relax and enjoy the dinner that I had lovingly brought to perfection. Quiet settled on the table as the officers began to eat. Enjoying their food immensely, they each commented on my skills in the kitchen. "If you think that is good, you won't believe the other expert skills Kelsey has. There's not anything she doesn't enjoy doing and doing it right, isn't that true, Baby?" Hesitantly, I met six eyes staring at me and nodded. "I couldn't hear you, Baby. What do you like to do?" "Everything, I enjoy everything; I'm the slut you made me." Eyes now downcast, I felt a surge of sexual need fill me. I couldn't help but think about what three mouths, and three cocks could do. As much as I feared what was coming, I hoped it started soon. The anticipation was killing me. As the men finished and settled back into their chairs, David directed me to change clothes and to prepare coffee. I knew exactly what he wanted me to wear. Back in my master bedroom, I sighed and looked around the monotone Asian decor. Our room was romantic. All dark carved wood and ivory silk. No pictures of ancestors or descendants smiled back at us, while we fucked. This was a place of marital love and that was about to change. Pulling out my black lace corset, I began to prepare myself for what lay ahead. It was inevitable now, there would be no turning back. Stripped nude, I rewashed my ass and pussy. I knew I was clean but my nervousness sought perfection. Staring again in my full length mirror, I zipped up my corset and wiggled it into position. Breast pushed up for display and my waist cinched beyond comfort, I looked like an exotic stranger. All dangerous curves and with forgotten morality, I slowly pulled my black nylons into place. In six inch black stilettos that I could barely walk in and a black leather collar completed my outfit. Remembering the sexual escapades of my early years made me shudder with unforgotten pleasure. Before meeting David, I had played and played hard. Love had stooped all that. Now it was like stepping back in time as I pinched my nipples and returned to the kitchen. To the smell of coffee brewing, I prepared four dessert plates. Coconut cream pie was my husband's favorite and I had made it to please him. Pleasing him had always mattered to me, but now it shaped my every action. His approval had become a drug I sought. The more he gave me, the more I was willing to do. Carrying a tray stacked with blue Italian plates and cups, I carefully headed outside. As I stepped through the sliding glass door, all three men jumped up to help. David hastily took the large black lacquered tray. This left me standing as if for inspection, and inspected is what I got. Both men slowly took in my outfit. Two muscular arms grabbed me, as Jon turned me around. The black leather corset displayed my two pink cheeks for his examination. Andy stepped to my side as Jon's fingers stroked me. The scent of their bodies surrounded me as they both began to caress and fondle my body. The sensations were too much. Dizzy again, I leaned back into Jon's arms. His arms around me, he grasped both of my tits and started twisting and pulling on my nipples. As Jon pulled me back into him, Andy's hands found my thighs. Moans escaped my limp form as both men grabbed and squeezed what had only been a fantasy. My back arched and I whimpered as my brain clouded and desire won. Four hands left me, as David jokingly reminded the men that their coffee was getting cold. He consoled them with the thought that we had all weekend to play. Settling back into their chairs the men began enjoying their first dessert. Their eyes did not let me forget I was the next one on the menu. Regaining my breath, I joined them. As I started to cross my legs, Jon caught me and told me no. He wanted my legs spread and my pussy on display. The other men gave their approval of the idea and wet and gaping, I complied. My pink labia, pierced with one small gold hoop gaped and gave proof that I was enjoying myself. Embarrassed, I tried to look away. Once again, I was stopped. This time it was Andy's idea that joined the conversation. As I listened, I again complied. Now with each leg draped over the arms of the patio chair, I sat, completely open with both of my pussy's on display. My husbands smile met my uneasy one. "Touch yourself, Kelsey—please," hoarsely spoken as Andy adjusted the obvious bulge in his shorts. He looked huge from where I was sitting. Jon and David added encouragement. All eyes waited to see what I would do. Slowly one hand headed to a breast and the other between my thighs. My blue tipped fingernails soon started teasing my body and testing the men's patience. My nipples hardened even more as I twisted and tugged on the pink engorged nubs. Simultaneously, my other hand slipped between my swollen lips and inserted one then two fingers in my wet pussy. Softly whimpering, I closed my eyes. Fingers pounding in and out, I struggled to not panic. Here I was, seated and masturbating for my lifelong friends. I wasn't sure how I had gotten here. I did know that nothing had ever felt this blazing hot. "Look at us." More a demand than a request. I opened my eyes and looked to Jon. He was the one barking orders with unbridled urgency. He had wanted to fuck me for twenty years and it showed. My eyes captured his, as I withdrew my fingers. I watched him for a reaction as I slipped them into my mouth. To the background of male approval, I deep throated my fingers and sucked off all of my juices. My slurping sounds bore evidence, I was loving the way I tasted. The oohs and aahs from the men assured me, the boys were enjoying the show. Under their attentive gaze, I moved my fingers back between my legs. Slowly I began to circle my clit with one perfectly manicured finger. Soon, my hips began to lift as my finger increased in both intensity and speed. Softly moaning, I threw my head back and closed my eyes. As my mind left the reality of the situation, my whimpering increased and coiling tension radiated from my very core. Other than the sound of my whispered cries, you could have heard a pin drop. The men sat, unmoving as the scent of my sex wafted over them. I could feel my orgasm building, yet it remained elusive under the pressure of being watched. Not wanting to disappoint, I cleared my mind and began to fantasize. The one man not seated at the table entered my dreams. Scott, another naval officer had been the object of my fantasies as long as I could remember and I returned to an old standby. Tall, blue-eyed and ripped he was gorgeous. But that was not why every woman he met wanted to get on their knees. His Kentucky drawl felt like fingers stroking you when he spoke and he never took his eyes off the women in his sight. The man bristled with sexual promise. As my back arched and my hips began to buck, it was Scott's cock I imagined plunging down my throat. And as waves of pleasure shot out of me, I imagined his rod ramming one long stream of seed down my throat. I yelled out in relief and collapsed. I'm not sure how long I sat there, legs splayed and my dripping pussy exposed. Finally consciousness returned and my eyes met expressions of lust that were all consuming. As I pulled my legs together and adjusted my corset, I smiled with post-coital glow. Pussy still throbbing, I stood and began to clear the dishes. Andy grabbed my hand, stopping me. Staring me in the eye, he pulled my fingers into his mouth. Pleasure shot up my arm as he slurped and sucked my flavor into his mouth. His delight in my taste sealed the deal even further. As I cleared the dishes and returned to the kitchen, the men remained where they were. Each wore a look of insistent hunger. My heart pounded with an excitement, never felt before. Even the sexual escapades of my misspent youth had never enflamed me like these three men. I knew them. Each embodied masculinity and I had no doubt they would bring their A-game. My body trembled at the thought. Bodies entwined entered my thoughts and made me want everything possible. I had warned David not to open Pandora's Box. The men jumped to their feet as I returned, corseted, perfumed and primed. My arousal bristled through my body as Andy took one hand and Jon the other. Taking turns, Andy first kissed me passionately and with a sigh released me into Jon's arms. His tongue immediately invaded as mine retreated. His thickly muscled arms lifted me and carried me to our chaise lounges near the pool. Seated, I arched my back as Andy approached and ran his fingers through my hair. The look of wonder on his face, I will never forget. "You are so beautiful...OMG, I just can't wait any more," Jon's fingers struggled to unzip his shorts. Reaching up, I pushed his hand away and unzipped him. With a look of delight and a rush of power, I released his rigid seven inches. His cock didn't disappoint. Thick and veiny it fit the man looming over me. His thickness was unlike anything I had ever seen. My pussy twitched in anticipation, as I imagined my deepest recesses stretched and filled. Taking his impressive width into my hand, I looked up and caught his brown eyes staring down. Disbelief at his good fortune filled his face, as I slowly outlined my lips with the very tip of his cock. The taste of precum entered my mouth and his musky smell enclosed me. Slowly I continued to revel in the joy of this new playmate as I continued rubbing his cock on my face. Satisfaction filled me as I watched him struggle not to move. Swirling my tongue around his opening, I heard him moan. All awareness of who I was and what I was doing left me as I plunged his cock down my throat. In rapid succession, I nibbled the top and then plunged. Jon withered under my teasing. My head yanked back releasing Jon as Andy's hand twisted into my blonde bob. The longest cock I had ever seen was waiting. Smooth skinned and hairless, the head bumped my closed lips. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth to this new intrusion. At least ten inches shoved past my teeth and down my throat. Gagging on his length, I sucked with gusto. It was obvious, Andy was already at his breaking point. A few thrusts later and Jon' cock tapped my cheek. My hand grasped him. Now with two cocks demanding entrance, I began to alternate. Taking one cock and then the next, I sucked, slurped and occasionally gagged. Both men stared down intently at me as I furiously stroked and suckled. The sounds of my slurping filled the quiet backyard. Though I couldn't see David, I felt his gaze. Before his eyes, all his fantasies were coming true. Moans joined the sounds of my mouth as I continued to pleasure two of our oldest and dearest friends. Pulling both cocks together, I flicked my tongue back and forth. Andy stroked my hair as I continued and Jon voiced encouragement. Calling me a good girl, his body tensed. Still stroking Andy, I focused my attention on Jon. He was so close. His cries spurred me on. Pumping his shaft up and down, I sucked as hard as I could. With a sound of a wild animal, he shoved deeper. At the back of my stretched and battered throat, I felt his seed filling my mouth. Swallowing and sucking, I consumed most but not all. Cum slipped from my mouth and dripped onto my lip. With a shudder he reluctantly let his cock slip from my cum filled mouth. My head whipped around as Andy regained my attention. His long cock began invading my mouth at once. With all my might, I willed my throat to relax. He was too much for my small mouth. His assault was harder and deeper as he grabbed both sides of my head and began to fuck my face. Unaware of whose hands grabbed me, I felt my nipples pulled and tugged. Groaning with this new pleasure, I took all of Andy. A yelp of surprise escaped his full lips as my already swollen mouth swallowed him whole. A few well timed deep throats later, he yelled for me to suck. Taking just his head in my mouth, I ripped one wave of cum from him after another. My throat struggled to swallow his massive load. As Andy's impressive cock withdrew, David's impatient one took his place. Once more I was sucking and pumping for all my worth. This cock I knew like my own body and I quickly released his aching need. My husband's seed joined that of his two friends as I again chocked down a mouthful of male desire. After composing ourselves and with the exchange of smiles, we all finished clearing the table. My small kitchen became claustrophobic with the three men closely watching me. As I loaded the dishwasher, Jon spoke out. With a growl in my direction, "fuck it" was heard throughout the house. Walking quickly, Jon swept me up in his arms. Cradled like a baby, he began to kiss me. Having fantasizes about me for decades, left the muscular officer without patience. The way he looked at me was disconcerting. Never had I received such a look of affirmation. My body responded and I held his head as his mouth dominated mine. Declaring he had waited long enough, he began moving towards the bedroom. My head on his shoulders, I basked in the attention. Lying me on my ivory covered bead, I watched transfixed as he began to undress. Need increased, as his body was revealed. Where my husband was hairless, Jon had dark hair across his muscled chest and a trail ran from belly to cock. As his cock sprung free, I spread my legs. With a groan, he crawled on top of me. "Let's get you out of this," grasping the side zipper, Jon pulled. My breasts sprung from the confinement with puckered nipples craving to be touched. Grabbing his head I urged him down. Soon one nipple was being drawn into his hungry mouth as the other was tugged and twisted. As jolts of passion coursed through me, I forgot all but the man suckling at my breast. As I wiggled and whimpered in his arms, I felt him slide to my side and another mouth captured a nipple. The sensations caused by two unfamiliar mouths biting and kissing me again eclipsed all else. Lips nibbled at my calves, as I felt my husband's hand separate my legs. Working his way up with bites and kisses, my husband's mouth reached for my center. Spreading my legs even further, I welcomed his attention. As his tongue began to make long swipes down my labia, he would stop. The gold hoop in my outer labia paused him. For our last anniversary, I had surprised him. Now he tugged and sucked the hoop into his mouth. My mind was blown. Anything that caused this bliss was worth the risk. I felt myself change. No longer caring about right or wrong, I cried out in ecstasy. As Andy released my breast and began kissing me deeply, moisture ran from me. My husband continued his assault on my pussy and two other men lavished me with their desire, I understood. This was for me. Now finger fucking me, my husband's tongue began to circle my clit. Too many sensations occurred simultaneously and I screamed. Words of abandon flew from me and I ground down hard. Soon the pulsating coil deep within me exploded and my screams became shrieks. The smell of hot bodies and sex permeated the room as jolt after jolt shot through me. The sound of David lapping up my juices confirmed, I was a squirter. As the waves receded, one month after another captured mine. The taste of myself greeted me as David's familiar lips claimed mine. Moaning into my mouth, David kissed me deeply and with much love. Pulling back, he whispered, "Thank-you." Releasing me, David urged me on to all fours. Perched on all fours, nude felt exhilarating. Reveling in the wanton, I arched my back, pushing my ass in the air. Jon's rough hands claimed my ass. As he plunged into my waiting folds, Andy's reawakened cock tapped my lips. As my anxious lips encircled his head, my half closed green eyes met David's lust filled blue ones and winked. David's cock in my hand, I pumped while the other men thrust in a primal rhythm. Bodies collided and the sound of sex filled the air. An unheard beat was held as moans and sighs floated above. Time was lost as I first sucked David and then Andy. Jon pounding from behind drove their cocks deeper and I gagged, choking. How could something that should have felt bad, feel so wonderful? What felt like hours passed while I bounced between three of the manliest men I had ever known. My juices gushed around Jon as he stiffened. With a growl from the very depths he plunged even deeper. Clenching my muscles I milked all the seed from my old friend. Spent, Jon withdrew his softening cock. Andy quickly replaced him behind me and leaned into me. Every nerve in my body screamed as I felt his hands separate my cheeks. As David's cock laid claim to my throat, Andy's tongue began to swirl around my puckered opening. Reaching new heights of pleasure, my nipples tightened further as Andy began to rim me. Having caught his breath, Jon wiggled his dark head under me and sought out my clit. Touches now lashing both sides of me I thrust and sucked and again lost time. The coiling in my belly returned and drops of nectar fell on Jon's face. Coils tightening, I again felt wave after wave flowing from me. This time it was not my hubby that was lapping up everything I squirted. My mind returned to the bed as I felt Andy's wide head start to demand entry. My forbidden opening relaxed and stretched. With a thrust and a pop, he bottomed out. His long cock drove deeper than I had previously experienced. My cries were muffled by David's eight inches. Waiting for me to relax, Andy squeezed and manipulated my cheeks. As my ass unclenched, he began to move. Pain rapidly changed to pleasure as he joined David's rhythm. Bounced back and forth between these two men, I reveled in the pleasure of being taken and taken hard. With each thrust, Andy hit my sweet spot. Deep in my bowls, I began to react. Tightening and twitching, I felt my favorite orgasm building. Anal orgasms blew my mind in a way no other did. Each jolt brought me closer and closer to the edge. Sucking hard, I felt David go rigid. With rapid thrusts he unloaded. I greedily slurped up my fourth serving of seed. David stepped back and watched. Under his and Jon's delighted stares, Andy pounded out my third orgasm of the night. Twitching in an uncoordinated way, I lost control. My screams echoed throughout the room as I came. Andy's hoarse cry joined mine as he began to pump his cum deep inside me. After Kids As Andy withdrew, David pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Four sated bodies collapsed. Holding my tired, used, and satisfied body in his arms, my happy husband whispered in my ear. "I really want to DP you in the morning." As I shook my head no, I inwardly acknowledged to myself, I had never denied this man anything. Fear and arousal once more combined and entered my dreams as I fell asleep.