7 comments/ 34294 views/ 0 favorites It's My Life: Five By: RebeccaBrowning This chapter deals with one of my husband's co-workers, and details how Mike managed to get me to perform for him once again. Thanks to everybody who has been so encouraging to me, both publicly and privately. You make this easier than I had thought possible. It's almost Spring of 1975, and we still haven't been married a year yet. * * * * * * Chapter 1. Shotgun Gary. The previous episode of 'It's My Life' introduced Suzanne, the grandaughter of our next door neighbor, who Mike had somehow coerced into coming over to initiate me into the world of lesbian sex. While I admit to not having been overly excited about the prospect initially, Suzanne certainly changed the way I looked at the concept, so much so that she became a frequent visitor for a while. Often Mike would be leaving for work and it seemed that Suzanne would be over before the door had closed behind him. I was not proud of what I was doing, but justified it in my own mind by telling myself that it wasn't like playing around with a guy, and besides Mike had been the one that got us together in the first place. Mike continued to try and get Suzanne to come over to party with us again, and still thought that the magic powers of his cock could cure Suzanne of her Sapphic leanings, but not only was Suzanne adamant about not wanting anything to do with him sexually, she didn't want him watching us go at it either. On the other hand, she wanted me. I, in turn wanted her. She gave me everything that Mike didn't; the tenderness, the intimacy, and most importantly to me the feeling that what I wanted and needed mattered just as much as hers did. It came to an end one morning when Suzanne came by for coffee and cuddling. We ended up in bed as was our custom, and it was by chance that Suzanne was in the bathroom when she happened to hear the sound of a truck out front. She peeked out the blinds and saw Mike lumbering across the street. This triggered a comical scene that was pure Keystone Cops, and I would have probably gotten a kick out of it if I wasn't busy trying to get my work uniform and things into the bathroom while Suzanne got dressed. Luckily she had only worn a shirt and jeans over, so she was sitting on the stairs when Mike came in the house. "Hey Suzie, what are you doing here?" Mike said as I listened from the bathroom while throwing make-up on and trying to make myself presentable. "SUZANNE came by to see if Becky needed a ride to work," she announced loudly, never giving up on trying to get Mike to call her Suzanne instead of Suzie. "Oh, well that's why I stopped by," Mike said. "In that case, I'm outta here," Suzanne said as she yelled a good-bye up to me and left. I listened as Mike's footsteps pounded up the stairway, and was ready when the bathroom door opened up as I finished applying my lip gloss. The door might not as well ever been there most of the time, because Mike barged in whenever the urge struck him. "Hi babe!" I said as I pecked him on the cheek. "What's up?" I was used to having Mike stop by for matinees, but this was pretty close to the time I would be heading off to work myself. "Just stopped by to see if you needed a ride," MIke said as he followed me into the bedroom where I searched for a pair of earrings. "Great!" I said. "Suzanne was going to give me a lift," I said. "Did you see her downstairs?" "Yeah, I saw her," Mike said as he sniffed around like a hound dog. "I told her I'd take you to work so she left. She give you a lot of... rides?" "Sometimes," I said, not missing his less than subtle comment but pretending that I did. "It's really nice of her to offer when it's not nice out." "I guess," Mike said as he put his hands on my shoulders while I put on my earrings in front of the dresser mirror. "Boy, it sure smells like cunt in here. Multiple cunts." I looked at Mike whose nose was twitching in such a comical way that I had to laugh. "Maybe I've got a yeast infection or something," I said as I spun away to get my pocketbook. "Sorta wish I had gotten home earlier, because I'm curious about what was going on here," Mike added. "I wish you had too, because I fell back asleep after you left and now I'm running late," I told Mike as I headed out the bedroom door. "I'm not as dumb as you think Becky," Mike said as he moved in front of me. I bit my tongue to avoid giving him the response that was practically out of my mouth and instead just looked at him like I was confused. "I don't think you're dumb Babe," I assured Mike. "Never did." "Good. Not that I would mind watching you two in action again, but remember..." "It's cheating if the other person isn't there," I said in finishing Mike's sentence for him. Mike code of sexual honor. "That's right," Mike said. "You get a pass on this one, but you owe me one." "Haven't got a clue about what you're talking about Mike," I said as I moved around him and headed down the stairs. "Wasn't Bernie one?" I asked flippantly in reference to the guy he had me be with last fall. When I got downstairs I saw there was a kid sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. His face looked familiar, and then I finally recognized him as the guy that rode on the truck with Mike making furniture deliveries. "Becky, this is Shotgun Gary, my right hand man," Mike said from over my shoulder. Gary stood up, a skinny kid about Mike's height with long stringy blonde hair and glasses. He also had a bit of a stutter, as I discovered when he stood up and shook my hand. "P...p...pleased to m...m...meet you," Gary said as he stuck out his clammy hand. "Mike's t...t...told me a lot about you." "Uh-oh!," I said ominiously. "That can't be good. I'll be ready in a second guys." I went into the kitchen to make sure that the coffeemaker was off and to see that I hadn't forgotten anything, and Mike was right behind me. "Gary's a good kid," Mike said as his hands slid under my arms and squeezed my droopy little banana boobs through the uniform. "Think he's cute?" "I don't know. I guess so," I said, and I could feel Mike's erection rubbing into my ass. I looked down and I saw he had pulled it out and it was red and pulsating as it arched out of his pants. "Mike, your friend can see us," I said as I looked into the living room where Gary was shuffling his feet and looking down. "Besides, I'll be late for work." "Good, he deserves some entertainment," MIke said as he eased me down to my knees. "We just moved a bitch of a sofa up a couple flights of stairs. Get me off babe, I'll be quick." As I took his thick crimson tool in my hands, I could see Gary was not looking down at his feet any longer. His full attention was on me and what I was doing. Gee, you would almost think he had never seen a guy get his cock sucked in the middle of a kitchen right in front of him or something. I closed my eyes and took Mike's cock into my mouth, churning the shaft with my hands as I tried to get this over with as quickly as possible. Mike was not as quick as he had promised to be, and while I didn't look to see if Gary was watching, I had no doubt he was. The loud moan that Mike let out as he came would have gotten his attention even if he hadn't been watching, and Mike mooed as each jet of cum spurted into my mouth and down my throat. "Too bad we don't have time to have you help out my shotgun man," Mike said as I got up and tried to get myself together out of his co-worker's sight, while Mike put his cock back into his pants. I was beet red as we came out of the kitchen, but it was somewhat comforting to see that Gary was also blushing as we tried not to look at each other while leaving the house and heading to the truck. He was nice enough to help me up into the cab, and also helped me back down when we got to Carrolls' fast food where I worked. "It was n...n... nice to meet you Becky," Gary said before climbing back into the truck cab and heading down the road. I headed inside to dish out 25 cent hamburgers and try to sell the Looney Tunes glasses that were everywhere you turned inside the back room of the place. From Mike to Yosemite Sam was not much a change of pace, but a job was a job. Chapter 2. Happy Hour. A few weeks after that little semi-public display of affection I gave my husband, Mike picked me up after work on Friday and took me out for happy hour. It was rare that we went out, since that took money, which was in short supply most of the time. This was not strictly social, as Mike had some important news for me. "We're going to party with Shotgun Gary this weekend," Mike proclaimed as we sat at the bar in Smitty's nursing 25 cent Utica Club drafts. "We are?" I asked, knowing full well what Mike meant by that. It had been a while since we had done anything with other people, and given the events that Mike had gotten me involved in, that was a good thing. Imagine, a husband and wife spending time with each other, and not getting intimate with others! "Shotgun Gary enlisted in the Marines, and he'll be gone by the end of the month," Mike said. "Today was his last day at work, and I thought we could give him a big send off." "Uh... define send off," I asked with concern. "You know, we could take him out for a few drinks, maybe grab a bite to eat and then go to the movies." "Really? That sounds great!" I said happily. "There a movie out I wanted to see called 'American Graffiti', so that would be fun." That was my idea of sarcasm, as I had pleaded with Mike to take me to see that when it was at the drive in early last year, only to end up in the same old porn theatre. "I was thinking of some other movie," Mike said, and from the look in his eyes I knew what that was. "Going to the porn theatre I take it?" I asked. "C'mon, it'll be fun," Mike said. "We haven't been there in a couple of months." The reason we hadn't been there was because the last visit there it was so cold inside you could see your breath and you froze your ankles and feet as the wind whistled through the walls. Winter turning into spring was apparently our cue to return. "Fun, you mean just the 3 of us going to the porn theatre?" I asked. "Gee Becky, the kid's going off to war to defend our country," Mike said. "It's the least we can do to thank him. A little party before he goes off to kill some gooks so that we can live like we do." "Mike, we've been out of Vietnam for over a year," I mentioned, trying to educate my clueless husband while cringing as I looked around to see if anyone had heard his disparaging remark. This was Utica circa 1975 however, so if anyone had heard they probably would have cheered and bought us a round. "Never can tell when something else might happen where he could get killed," Mike said as he signaled the bartender. "We're going to pick him up early and make a big day out of it." "Well, as long as we've agreed on that," I said sarcastically, and was ready for another beer myself as the remark when sailing over Mike's head, or perhaps just in our ear and out the other. "I've got the big day all planned!" Mike said. Chapter 3. Preparing for the Outing. Mike was in one of his moods Saturday afternoon, and when I would see him acting all nervous and jumpy I had learned to brace myself and prepare for the worst. That way, I wasn't shocked when Mike's plans turned out to be something strange. Mike's first move was to pick out my wardrobe, and I laughed at him when he pulled a summer dress from my closet and handed it to me. "Mike, it's the end of March for crying out loud," I protested, and although it was going to be a nice day for Utica in March, fifty degrees is no weather to prance around in a thin sleeveless cotton dress. "My nipples would rip the fabric as soon as we got outside." "Oooh babe, you know how much I love it when I can see your nipples sticking out through your clothes," Mike said as he hugged me from behind, cupping my little cones in his meaty paws. "Really turns me on." I was going to ask him if it turned him on to see that, or whether he got more excited looking at other people looking at me, but let it go. Besides, I think I knew why he picked that dress out anyway. "That isn't the only reason you want me to wear that," I told Mike. "I know damn well why you want me prancing around in that." "Can't help it babe, you don't know how much you turn me on like looking like this," Mike said as he lifted my arms and ran his fingers through the dense tufts of hair that filled the recesses of my underarms. Ever since Mike had seen Suzanne with unshaven armpits, he was determined to have me follow her lead. Wanting to please Mike, I went along with his request, although I did draw the line at letting the legs go. The result turned out much as I had expected, with my Italian/Greek heritage clearly evident. Any thought that it might be too much for Mike to take disappeared, as he was constantly lavishing attention to my underarms without the slightest trepidation. If that was the reason we had stayed home together over the last few months, letting the hair under my arms grow was well worth it. I loved the attention around that most sensitive part of my body, and I loved being with Mike and only Mike, and not being shared with others. This scheme that he had cooking today had me worried that we were going back to what we were doing before. "Why don't we save this dress for when it gets warmer babe?" I asked, and to my surprise he relented. "Yeah, summer's gonna be here soon, and I can't wait for that!" Mike agreed, and I cringed at the thought of what was going through Mike's mind. He was intent on having me wear a dress for some reason, and we settled on a more modest and warmer one, but when I went for the panty hose Mike balked. My legs in March were as pale as could be, but Mike wanted me to leave my legs bare. "No panties either babe, okay?" Mike added as he walked out of the room. 4. Our big social event. You can get a good idea of what our social life was like when I tell you what this big day consisted of. After we picked up Gary, we made our first stop of the day, the Utica Club Brewery. The brewery had a tour that Mike and I had already gone through at least five times that I recall, and it was apparently the reason that we had to start the party in the afternoon. They stopped giving tours at 4 or something like that, so our arrival was strategically timed so that we wouldn't get shut out. That would have been a disaster to Mike, but not because we would have been deprived of the opportunity to see what a brewery assembly line looks like on a weekend when it wasn't running, and were forced to instead imagine what it looked like. Our primary reason for coming was to get to the pub at the end of the free tour, where you were given a couple of mugs of beer to sample. I missed watching the bottles crashing around on the now dormant line, but admittedly enjoyed a couple of beers, which we enjoyed in the quaint old-time pub. It was then that I got to once again appreciate Mike and his persuasive ways. Mike was chatting up the bartender with his undeniable charm, first praising the flavor of the beer, which was stretching things a bit, I thought. Then Mike went into the reason we were there with the bartender, explaining how ol' Shotgun Gary had just enlisted in the service and would be headed overseas. Gary didn't seem shocked by having Mike sending him abroad before boot camp or anything, but having worked with Mike for a year he was probably immune to the bullshit by now, and just sat there and sheepishly grinned as Mike poured it on. Needless to say, our gratis two brews became many more, which Mike instructed us to drink fast when the bartender broke free from Mike to wait on someone else. "Pound em' down, because they'll be closing soon," said Mike, and we complied under the careful eye of the brewery's Schultz and Dooley characters that graced the walls. By the time we left, we were comfortably numb, and ready to head out to dinner. To my total lack of surprise, we went to my workplace, Carrolls' fast food restaurant, where Mike instructed me to find a way to improperly use my employee discount. I managed to get Joan to wait on us, as I knew her the best of any of the staff I could see, and she came through with a couple of trays full of half price food. Mike was grateful, and tried to show it as he kept talking to my co-worker after Gary and I had headed to a table. "You l...l... look pretty in that dress, Rebecca," Gary said to me but I only half heard him as we unwrapped our burgers, while Mike kept talking to Joan long after she had finished waiting on us. No surprise there, as Joan was a chubby blonde with a enormous pair of jugs on her, but Mike did his best to look at her face occassionally as I watched. Mike came over to join us after a few minutes with his patented goofy grin intact. "Damn, that girl can sure talk," Mike exclaimed as he grabbed a burger from the pile and crammed half of the little sandwich in his mouth almost before he got the wrapper off. "I was hoping you would rescue me from her because I was starving." "Looked like you were hungry, judging by the way you were drooling up there," I noted while dabbing a french fry in ketchup. "What? Oh," Mike said as he knew what I was referring to. "Hey, looking is free, right Gary?" Mike roared as he slapped Gary on the shoulder. "That broad sure had a lot to look at too!" "I... I was telling Becky how pretty that dress is," Gary said haltingly, and smiled as he lowered his eyes. "Oh yeah," Mike replied. "You wanna know what she's wearing underneath it? Nothing!" I ducked my head in embarrassment at that, as Mike had been pretty loud already, and that last announcement sounded like it came over the loud speaker. Gary's eyes came up at that and did a subtle visual undressing of me. The kid was so cute and shy that I didn't really mind, and frankly he had been a helluva lot nicer to me that Mike had been so far that evening. We finished our $4.27 banguet and headed out the door, with Mike announcing our next stop, which was the porn theatre. First we had to stop at the grocery store, where Mike ran in and bought a six-pack of tall boys. In the parking lot of the porn theatre, we passed around a joint while I tried to cram the beers into my purse, finally having to empty it of all my own stuff in order to accomodate the beer before we entered. Ah! Who says you can never go home again? The familiar sights and sounds and smells of the Petit Cinema filled our senses as we staggered into the dark theatre and groped around for some seats. Mike maneuvered us around so that I was sitting between the two of them, which was odd because I assumed they would be poking each other in the ribs and commenting to each other during the show. We cracked open the beers as quietly as possible, trying to pop them all open at the same time to make one loud hiss instead of three little ones. We synchronized pretty well, as only the guy sitting directly in front of us heard a thing, and we settled in to watch the couples hump away on the screen. "Becky," Mike whispered in my ear after a few minutes. "Put Gary's hand on your thigh, like this." Mike's hand came over and grabbed my leg just above the knee, and then slowly slid it up my thigh, pushing my dress up even higher than it was naturally. "Come on Mike!" I hissed back at him. "Becky, don't make me look bad," Mike said. "Besides, you owe me from your carpet munching with Suzanne that I let slide." "You don't know what you're talking about," I whispered back, but suspected that maybe he did after all. "Just do it, he's a cute guy isn't he?" So there I was reaching over for Gary's hand in the dark, and he jumped when I found it in his lap. He let me take it and pull it over onto my thigh, and I guided it up and down as Mike was doing. Gary got the hang of it pretty quickly, and soon both of my thighs were being stroked, with my dress going further and further up every minute. It's My Life: Five On the screen Jessie St. James was getting seduced by some brunette, and I cursed myself for actually learning who some of these actors and actresses were. Meanwhile, I had a little show going on myself in the fourth row. Mike's aggressive hand had already burrowed between my legs, and I moaned as he slid a finger into my pussy, which to my embarrassment was dripping wet. I began grinding into Mike's finger, and I must have been moaning louder than I thought because suddenly the guy sitting in front of us got up. I assumed that he didn't want to be sitting in front of a bunch of perverts, but all he did was to get up and move a few seats over. Putting his arm over the back of the chairs, he turned halfway around and blatantly watched what was going on behind him. What he could actually see, I had no way of knowing, but hopefully it was too dark to see my face. Gary had been stroking my thigh, but Mike pulled his own digit from inside of me and groped over in the dark to find Gary's hand, and pulling it over to join his. Gary first ran his hand through my dense bush, which was sopping wet by then, before he too slipped a bony finger inside me. With both Gary and Mike fingering me, I began contorting wildly under their touch. The guy in front of us was still looking, but I didn't care about that anymore. In fact, it was turning me on even more for some perverse reason. When I orgasmed a moment later, I was biting my hand to keep from screaming out while I bucked around in the squeaky chair. Mike's finger slid out right after I came, but Gary kept gently sliding his finger in and out of me, and it felt so nice I clamped my thighs together to try and keep him inside of me. "Help us out Becky," Mike said as he grabbed my hand and dropped it in his lap. I knew what 'us' meant, and as I massaged the bulge in Mike's jeans I reached over and felt around Gary's lap. His cock was a lot harder to find, but when I did Gary groaned louder than John Leslie on-screen, and I felt his body tense up as he arched in the chair. A moment later I was rubbing a very wet spot on Gary's pants, and his groans had turned to whimpers. Mike would not get off by me feeling him up through his pants, but he seemed content with that. He also seemed excited when he reached down between my legs again and ran into Gary's hand. We only watched one movie all the way through, as Mike whispered to me that we had enough. I got up after getting Gary to stop playing with my bush and followed Mike out the aisle. A gentle squeeze of my butt after I had gotten up surprised me, as I didn't think that Gary would do something like that. When I got to the back of the theatre and held the door open for Gary, I saw that he was just then walking up the aisle toward us. Figuring that Gary was embarrassed about his pants being stained, I smiled when he joined us in the lobby. "What took you so long?" Mike asked Gary as we went outside. "Trying to catch the coming attractions?" "N... n... no..." Gary stammered. "I was arguing with that guy that grabbed B... B... Becky's bottom." "Somebody grabbed your ass babe?" Mike roared, seeming to enjoy the thought. "I thought that was Gary," I said sheepishly, and then got pissed off at the asshole that had grabbed me, figuring it was the guy that had turned around and watched us. What did he think I was anyway, some pig of a girl who let herself get fingered in a porn theatre while she groped two guys' cocks or something? It was kind of hard to take the moral high ground when you've sunk that low, I thought to myself as we reached the car. At least there was some consolation in that I couldn't get much more depraved. Then we got in the car for the ride home. 5. Making out in the back seat. Mike let Gary in the back of the car and closed the door behind him while stopping me from climbing in the front. "Hop in the back with Gary," Mike said as he brought me toward the back of the car. "What?" "Get in the back with Gary," Mike repeated to my disbelieving ears. "Make out with him on the way home." "Oh come on Mike!" I protested. "Haven't I done enough?" "C'mon Becky, the party's just getting started," Mike explained. "Hop in before he thinks I'm putting you up to this. I want to see his reaction." The door swung open and I got eased into the back seat as a confused Gary slid over to make room for me. Gary was confused, and I was pissed off. Not at Gary, but at Mike. My husband has his friend get me off, tells me to play with him and then sends me into the back seat to make out with him. Some pervert grabs my ass in the theatre and my husband laughs while this kid comes to my defense. What kind of bizarro world was I living in? What did I do? Rise up in righteous indignation and tell my husband to go fuck himself? Refuse to degrade myself by putting on a show for his amusement? Get pissed off and storm out of the car? If you don't know the answer to that one, you haven't been paying attention, I guess. I was so pissed off at my husband for using me like that, that I did exactly what he wanted. I was climbing all over Gary by the time Mike came around at got in the front seat. The more I thought about it, the more I put into the effort, and after a minute or two I was completely involved with Gary. He was a cute enough kid, with a little Jan Michael Vincent look going on, and once he got over the shock of his co-worker's wife jumping his bones he reacted just like any 18 year old kid would. I broke away from Gary long enough to sneak a peek up at Mike, who was fogging up the rear view mirror as he watched us necking. I grabbed Gary's hand and put it on my boob, and he reacted by squeezing and kneading my diminutive cone with an amazing intensity, letting out a groan as he did so. The car made a sharp swerve that threw Gary almost onto my lap, and I didn't have to look to figure out that my idiot husband was so intent on watching us that he was not real concerned about minor details like driving a car, and I was relieved when we finally pulled up in front of our house. "Time to party!" Mike screamed as we piled out of the car. "Gary my man, now we get serious!" 6. Getting serious. "He's a fucking virgin Becky," Mike hissed at me in the kitchen while Gary was in the bathroom. "What's wrong with that?" I asked Mike, since he said it with such contempt that it irritated me for some reason. "You were one too once." "Fuck no, I was born fuckin'" Mike snorted as he took out some Utica Club's from the fridge. "If you got it, use it. That's why this would be cool for him. What do you want him to do, go to some whore overseas and get a dose? This would be something to remember if he got it here." Mike's grand plan, as he told it to me, was for me to be Gary's first, with Mike watching and joining in. I don't know what input Gary had in that decision, and I suspected that it was about as much as I had. "This will be so cool," Mike whispered in my ear as the toilet flushed. "You'll never see the guy again anyway. Besides, you owe me. When he comes out, act like you did in the car. Like he really turns you on." After Gary washed his hands (to my relief) he joined us in the kitchen. Mike handed him a beer and pawed him affectionately on the shoulder. "We having fun here or what, Shotgun?" Mike asked Gary loudly. "How did you like the movie? Looks like you liked it a lot!" Mike pointed to the front of Gary's pants, which had a massive wet spot in the front, and Gary turned beet red as he looked at the result of my theatre groping. "If you liked that, you're gonna love the rest of the night then pal!" Mike roared. "The three of us are gonna party like they did in that movie. What you think about that?" Gary looked down sheepishly as he pulled the ring on his Utica Club, and then ran to the sink as it foamed over, no doubt the result of Mike and his twisted sense of humor. "The beer is excited too, buddy!" Mike said. "Sorry," Gary said as he cleaned up the mess. "Don't worry about it Gary," I told him as he continued to wipe up. "Mike caused it, let him clean it." Mike slugged me lightly on the arm and went over and whispered in Gary's ear. Gary's face had just begun to return to a human color, but whatever Mike said made Gary turn crimson. "Go ahead Gary!" Mike shouted, as he often did when he got a few beers in him. "C'mon Mike, I can't." Gary said. "Go ahead and tell Becky what I just told you to do," Mike said. "He... ummm... Mike - your husband told me to uh... take out my, you know, thing." "And what did I tell you Becky would do?" "Uh... he said you would - suck it," Gary said. "Just like she did to me that day when we stopped by and you watched, right Shotgun?" ike asked. "Uh... yeah." "C'mon Becky," Mike yelled. "Give my man some of that great head you give me," Mike said. "Mike, maybe we can have fun some other way," I pleaded, not relishing going down on my knees on the linoleum and sucking dick on command, and still hoping that if we had a few more beers everybody would fall asleep. "B... Becky," Gray stammered. "That's okay. You don't have to..." "Becky?" Mike said as he gave me that "don't make me look bad" look. "Well, can't we go upstairs at least?" I whined. "Great idea!" Mike proclaimed, and before I knew what hit me Mike was leading us all upstairs along with a six-pack in one hand and me in the other. 7. Mike and me and Gary makes three. Mike turned on the dim light by our bed and set the beer on the nightstand. He turned to me and stood behind me, walking me over to face Gary who had a look of terror in his eyes. "Here Shotgun, grab yourself a handful of these," Mike said as he reached around me and took Gary hands and placed them on my breasts. "They ain't very big but they sure are fun!" Gary's hands began squeezing my titties through my dress, and I felt my nipples swell as he played with them. "Here, let's give Gary a better look at em' babe!" Mike said as he reached down and pulled my dress up above my waist. Mike waited until Gary reluctantly took his off of my boobs until he had me raise my arms to let him pull the dress off. Leaving me - naked. Just as he had planned. Gary's face lit up, and despite his shy and embarrassed nature, wasted no time in latching back on to my banana boobs, kneading and squeezing away. In the faint light it almost looked like he was drooling with anticipation. Despite my disgust at what I was being manipulated into doing, it had been a long time since anybody had looked at my breasts with much more than acceptance, and so I was not as revolted as I would like to let on. "Check this out Shotgun!" Mike screamed into my ear, as he lifted my arms up high. "Just like that chick Serena in that movie!" Mike ran his hands through the hair under my arms, and I was tempted to mention that the girl in the movie was a blonde, and in addition was not nearly as 'well endowed' in that area as I was, but I remained mute as Gary grinned and began stroking my armpit hair as well. "S...s...sexy," Gary eventually said, but quickly went back to fondling my breasts, which he had apparently grown quite fond of. The end result of all this was getting me quite excited despite my best efforts to resist it. The beer was not to blame, but was of no help. "Go down on him babe," Mike whipered in my ear and he let my arms down, and was now encouraging me down on my knees in front of Gary. I knelt down and dutifully unbuckled Gary's belt, smelling the musky smell of semen as I undid his pants. Gary's fruit of the looms were a soggy mess indeed, and I gingerly pulled them down around his cock, which had apparently recovered from the theatre episode if the bulge in his drawers was any indication. Gary's cock sprang out crazily as the underwear came down. Gary had quite the dick on him, I observed as Mike roared his approval. Despite Gary's slight build his cock was damn long, probably close to the same length as Mike's, but much, much thinner. His balls hung down loosely between his legs, and he had a cute tuft of dirty blonde hair above his arching pecker. I grabbed the base of Gary's dick and leaned close to him, running my tongue along the incredibly taut skin on the underside of his cock, and he squirmed in response. "Oooomigod!" Gary groaned as my tongue went back down the length of his tool right to the base, and I paused to give his nuts a little tongue bath while I was down there. "Here Becky, suck us both!" Mike exclaimed, as he came over next to me. Mike had dropped his jeans, and his cock was hard and ready. He pointed his tool at my face and swung it over next to Gary's. The differences in the two cocks was startling, with Mike's thick copper colored tool next to Gary's pale and tapered dick. "Holy s...s... shit Mike," Gary said. "You got a really big dick!" "Ten inches of pure pleasure!" Mike exaggerated with bravado, as Gary began to recoil when Mike's cock swung toward him. I pulled Gary back by the dick and began running my tongue around the gumdrop shaped head of his pecker, and dabbed at the opening as the pre-cum oozed out in response. "Both of us Becky!" Mike insisted. I started going back and forth on Gary and my husband, alternating between the two like I had seen in the movie, jacking the one off while I sucked on the other. "Same time Becky," Mike insisted. "Do us both together. "You guys are too big for that!" I complained while Mike leaned forward and next to Gary, and he seemed to be trying to rub his cock against Gary's for some reason. So there I was kneeling in front of these two cocks that were next to each other, and I tried to get them both in my mouth but I knew it was impossible. I had all I could do to fit Mike's in, so Mike finally relented. When I went back to Gary and took his long slender shaft between my lips and slid the whole thing down my throat for the first time, his knees buckled and he screamed out. "WAIT!!! OH NO!!!" Gary wailed and tried to pull my head off of him. Too late now Shotgun, I thought to myself as I grabbed his little butt cheeks and pulled him close to me. I felt his cock jerk as he came, and the warm semen that spurted down my throat came in torrents while he screamed in ecstasy, all the while I struggled to keep him from falling down. "Yeah Shotgun!" Mike cheered while I coaxed every drop out of Gary's shriveling member. "Now me Becky." I reluctantly released Gary and turned to face my husband who had apparently been stroking himself as I got his friend off. Mike's cock was deep crimson and angry looking as I started sucking it. "Watch Becky take all of my big one down her throat just like she did yours," Mike announced while I tried to get him off as fast as I could. "What did you think of that head my wife gave you, Shotgun?" "F...f...fantastic!" Gary stuttered as he wobbled shakily in place like he was in a daze. "Ever get your cock sucked before that, man?" Mike asked while grabbing my head and moving me up and down his shaft, like I needed guidance at this point. "Once, but not like that," Gary said. "Becky had it all in her mouth and it felt so good. Wish I could have waited before I - you know." "Becky is the best cocksucker there is, ain't you babe?" Mike asked me, but I was unable to answer at that time and instead kept sucking. "Next time maybe you'll hold off longer," Mike opined, making it clear that at least in his mind, the night was still young. 8. No end in sight. I kept going down on Mike, but he was resisting my best attempts at getting him off. Gary was watching attentively at the side of the bed, pulling absent-mindedly at his limp dick as he did. Mike suddnely decided that he wanted to screw me, so he rolled me over on my bad and climbed between my legs. "Ahhhh!" Mike groaned as he sunk his shaft into me. "Shotgun! Have Becky suck your dick while I fuck her. Man, this will be just like the movies!" Gary looked at Mike and then over to me for guidance. I gave him a look that I hoped he would take as a "please ignore my asshole husband" but apparently we had a failure to communicate, because the next thing I knew Gary's dick was dangling in my face. He started to climb over me but my husband the director did not approve. "I wanna watch," Mike explained to Gary, and so I had to contort myself so that Gary could kneel next to me. I took Gary's flaccid cock in my mouth and began sucking on him, an act which brought an immediate reaction from Gary, as I felt his dick begin to show signs of life in my mouth. "Becky's raising the dead, ain't she?" Mike asked, and Gary assured him that indeed I was. "How'd you like to get into this sweet pussy Shotgun?" Mike suggested, referring to the very same pussy he was slamming himself into. "Arghhh - I dunno," Gary said. "What about Becky?" "Becky? She loves it! She can't get enough dick!" Mike declared while Gary's got harder and harder. "Tell me you wouldn't want to dip your wick inside my wife. I know you got the hots for her, my man. That's okay. I don't blame you. Did you ever see a pussy this hairy before in your life, man? I love it that way, don't you?" "Yeah. B...B...Becky's beautiful," Gary declared. "Then pull your pecker out of her mouth and climb in, my man," Mike said while climbing off of me. "She's my going away present to you. I already got her nice and wet for you." The bed was bouncing around as Mike climbed off of me and Gary jumped on to claim his "gift". I showed my anger and backbone by laying there on my back placidly. I was plenty pissed off at Mike, but I couldn't bring myself to stop what was going on, and for a strange reason. As Gary climbed between my thighs with his dick boucning up and down excitedly, I suddenly occured to me that this kid was crazy about me. He was looking at me like I was some movie star or something, and when I thought back of the many times Gary had said nice things, or shown me consideration during the brief times we had all been together, I finally figured it out. It might not have been love, but it was definitely a major crush this boy had over me, and now that he was on the brink of breaking his cherry and screwing his dream girl, at least this year's model, he looked terrified. That was why I didn't tear into my husband, and why I didn't say no. "C'mon Gary," I said as I reached up and grabbed his cock, sliding it up and down my wet opening a few times. "Ignore him. I want you to make love to me honey." I put him inside me and watched the dazed look on his face as he slid that long lanky thing into me, and I could almost hear him praying that he wouldn't cum right away. When he had his dick all the way into me, I reached up and grabbed his cute little butt cheeks. "Ohhhh! That's so good," I moaned, and Gary started thrusting into me in a cautious manner. "Go Shotgun!" my idiot husband yelled as Gary began gaining a little confidence, even smiling at me a little as he humped me. Mike had his own cock in his fist and was jacking himself off like there was no tomorrow, squirting baby oil on his dick with his free hand as he watched his friend fuck me. It didn't last long, as I knew it wouldn't, but when Gary's face screwed up and the veins bulged in his neck I knew the end was near. "OH!OH!OH! YES!!!" I screamed while clamping my pussy around his cock with all my might, writhing around on the bed like I was having the orgasm of a lifetime. "ARRRGGHHH!!!" Gary screamed, and I felt his dick jerking around inside of me as he came. As Gary's dick finally stopped twitching inside of me and he stayed suspended above me, it looked like tears were welling up in his eyes. "Thank you," Gary said as he was actually biting his lower lip to stop from crying. It's My Life: Five "Thank you Gary," I said softly to him. "Mmmmm, that was so good." Only a minor white lie, as it was certainly no worse than most of my experiences as a married woman, experiences that I had given the same Oscar-worthy performance to as well. "Look out Shotgun!" Mike suddenly screamed, breaking the mood of this touching little moment. Dearest Mike, whom I had forgotten about, had apparently been jerking off all this time while watching the show, as was now ready to cum himself. Mike jumped up toward my head and stuck his cock against my lips, and I dutifully let him ejaculate in my mouth. If I had more time to think, I would have turned away, but then again I likely would have had a scalp full of cum to contend with. Proving once again that when I dealt with my hubby, I could never win. Mike milked himself into his handy receptacle, squeezing every last drop he could before pulling out with a cackle. 9. Awake again. I woke up as the meat of a man sandwich, with Mike snuggling behind me with his dick poking me in the ass, and Gary facing me with his dick nestled in my pubes. Mike was snoring loudly in my ear with a meaty paw hanging over my shoulder. Gary, on the other hand, was not snoring. Gary was not even asleep. I knew this because he was staring at me, and was as startled as I was when our eyes met. "Sorry," Gary whispered, and leaned back so that his dick was no longer in my bush. "It's okay," I said in an equally hushed tone, and doing something that to this day I can't believe I did, reached down and took his erection in my hand and pulled him close again. Gary's eyes bugged out when I did that, and he reached over with his hand and rubbed my cheek softly. "You're so beautiful," Gary whispered. "I wish I was Mike. He's so lucky." I felt a tear trickle out of the corner of my eye and down into the pillow when Gary said that, and for a moment thought of saying what was on my mind that minute. I felt like saying that I wished he was too, at least right then. Someone who apppreciated me. Someone that really cared about me. Someone that wouldn't want me to be having sex with his friends but wanted me all to himself. I didn't say that, but I did find myself lifting my leg and sliding Gary's cock inside me just a little bit, and began working it in and out of me while trying not to get the bed sloshing around. Rubbing the tip of his dick around my clit while stroking the shaft of his rock hard erection, I heard him grunt soon afterward as his orgasm squirted all over my pussy. Gary was able to keep quiet as he came. So did I, even though I had to bite the pillow so savagely that my teeth ached the next day. My body shook so that Mike rustled a little behind me, but he was such a sound sleeper that he fell right back to his coma. As Gary's cum trickled out of me and down my hip, I let go of his dick and took his hand. Bringing it up to my lips, I kissed the back of his hand and put it on my face again. "Night babe," I whispered almost inaudibly. "Sleep tight." Looking back. I saw Gary a few years ago at the picnic we had for my 25th high school reunion. He recognized me right away even though we hadn't seen each other since that farewell weekend. He had survived his military stint, and had filled out quite a bit from the skinny kid I had shared my bed with that night, but looked pretty much the same, although he seemed to have lost that stutter. He had gained a family as well, and he introduced me to his cute wife and the youngest of his three children. Later, when his wife had taken the tyke to the bathroom, we got a chance to talk about old times. "No Mike I see," Gary said. "No, he's long gone," I said. "You seem to be doing well though. Good thing you didn't stay riding shotgun with Mike though. That wasn't a good career move for me either." "You know, I used to feel so guilty about the way Mike treated you," Gary said somberly. "All day long sitting in that truck while he made his stops. Not furniture deliveries, I mean. I guess you found out about that." Indeed I had, long after the fact, discovered that Mike had a regular route of service calls he would make to a variety of females of all ages during his work days. "Yes, I did," I admitted. "He was a busy boy." "I could never believe he had the energy for all he did," Gary said while shaking his head. "The funny thing about it was that he had someone great like you to come home to, and he was running around with all these other women." "Guess I wasn't enough for him." "Would have been all that would have ever wanted," Gary said. "You know, that night with you was one of the greatest nights of my life, and I'll never forget it." "Yeah, nothing like the good old days," I said with a sigh as Gary wife called over to him so he could play in the sack race with his son. "Kids, they're sure a handful alright," Gary said before leaving. "Say, did you and Mike ever..." I shook my head while I fought back the tears in a losing battle, before I spun away and tried to find the parking lot through my burning eyes. I looked back briefly to see Gary grab his boy and head for the games area before jumping into my car, having had all the reminiscing I could handle for one day. **** Thank you all for hanging with me after my computer disaster. I really appreciate everyone's support, and if you tried to e-mail me recently and did not get a response, I probably didn't get it. I answer everyone who takes the time to contact me, and hopefully all will be well from here on out. If you liked it or hated it, please let me know, and thanks again for everything.