8 comments/ 25488 views/ 34 favorites Opening Mindy By: Yogakay Readers...please enjoy. I'm always open to discuss my stories and would love to hear from you. Thank-you. ***** Sitting in my large white kitchen I shook my head. Unable to speak, I paced around the old fashioned kitchen. After seven years of college and law school my husband and I were finally living in a place that wasn't below decent. The 1914 fourplex located on Puget Sound Naval Shipyard in Bremerton, Washington, was a gem. Ben and I had been more than fortunate to land such cushy military housing. Looking over at my husband of six years I wondered who the fuck I was married to. Tall, dark and with bright blue eyes my naval officer was always the picture of traditionalism. A military man by nature, my husband didn't break rules. Anger began to replace confusion when I thought back to what my husband had asked. Who the fuck did he think he was? Hurt and anger combined and hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know whether to cry or slap his hopeful face. That look of expectation on his face was the last straw and I backed out of the kitchen and walked away. Speaking would have been a mistake. There was no way I could have been anything but cruel. Stalking down the wide hallway my heels made stomping sounds on the old wooden floor that sent my anger spinning into the air. As I tried to slam the door behind me, a swollen door stopped short my desire. At that moment I could have kicked the door into kindling. Instead I grabbed the antique brass doorknob and repeatedly slammed the door by hand. Temper tantrum over I slumped onto my maple four poster bed and curled into the fetal position. As tears streamed down my face, Ben's words kept playing through my mind. "I want to see you fuck another man. I mean I want to share you, you know at the same time." His eyes bright like a child filling out a Christmas list he began to tell me his deepest fantasies. Thoughts I didn't understand lived behind my naval officers blue eyes. As I lay there my phone chirped. Knowing that was Ben's text tone I cringed. I wasn't going to read it but I just couldn't help myself. The first thing I saw was a picture. Two extremely handsome men and one woman were playing. As one man chewed on the brunette's large red nipples the other was kissing and licking her between the legs. The look on the woman's face was one of pure ecstasy. Immediately I felt small jolts of electricity burning through my body. Horrified at my body's betrayal I looked at the next message. Just think about it ... I love you. More than life. Always yours, D Tender feelings entered uninvited and quieted my emotions even more. As I lay there I thought of what Ben was suggesting. No other man but my husband had touched me in eight years. There had been heavy flirtation at times but I always drew a clear line with the men that approached me. There had been plenty of offers. At just five feet tall I was petite. Full D breasts, small waist and bubble butt got me plenty of attention as did my blonde hair and green eyes. I didn't need my husband's help getting laid. Thank-you, but no thank-you. I mean really? Who did he think he was? Looking back at the phone my slanted green eyes widened when I really looked at the threesome photo. The look on the woman's face is what had me staring. Bliss was the only word that came to mind. The woman's brown eyes were slightly closed and her red lips were open in a moan. This was not a woman doing someone else a favor. Without thought I felt one of my hands slip up my plain blue nightgown and begin to pinch and squeeze my pale pink nipples. Jolts of pleasure erupted and I let my cell phone slide onto the bed forgotten. Imagining four hands and two mouths exploring my most sensitive of spots brought my other hand between my legs. Wiggling my fingers under my cotton panties I began to slowly circle my clit. My pale pink lips had already separated and moisture was growing within. Smelling my own aroma I sighed. Even before I could begin to ease the tension growing out of control, I felt two large hands grab both my breasts and squeeze roughly. Yelping my startled eyes flew open. Leering down at me was my husband and on his face he wore a look of triumph. There was no doubt I was turned on by the idea. A blush spread across my pale chest and up my neck covering my face. Shame hit me. This was not what a "good" woman did when faced with something that was so obviously wrong. A growl later and my husband had my small wrists pinned above my head. The eyes that looked down at me were not familiar. Never had I seen such a fierce look on Ben's face. His control over my body made me squirm and push back. The military required my husband to be physically fit and his well-muscled body didn't even budge. Truly constrained I looked up at my husband with questioning eyes. The seriousness in his darkly fringed eyes took my breath away and I quit resisting. He wasn't joking. Low and almost with a threatening tone he demanded my honesty. "You were turned on by the thought of two cocks weren't you, admit it you want this too." It was so much more than two cocks. Adoration was what had really grabbed my attention. The woman in the photo had looked like a goddess that two gorgeous men were paying tribute to. That's what I really wanted to feel, beautiful enough to be adored. As I struggled to form words he continued almost in a whisper, "you are so beautiful when you cum ... you are the most sexual woman I've ever known. Baby, you know I love you, just give this a try." As I began to speak, lips rough and demanding captured my mouth. This was not the usual kiss of my husband and like a wild animal I felt my body betray me further. Thoughts begin to cloud as my husband's tongue demanded my attention. Sounds similar to a contented sigh left me as I begin to grind my pelvis into his. Emboldened by my response my husband released me and told me to strip. His voice held no room for argument and I complied quickly. On our marital bed I sat exposed and vulnerable as my husband looked down. Perched on his knees he stared. Firm tight breasts stood perky with erect pink nipples begging for attention. But it was my crease his eyes planted on. Under his gaze I felt my symmetrical lips begin to reopen and his response was immediate. Jumping up as if he were on fire my husband rid himself of his pesky clothes and climbed back on the bed. "Spread your legs, I want to see your pussy." Again I complied without question. Trembling with my pale thighs spread wide I felt desire deep and primal consuming me. I needed fucking and I needed it now. Lifting my hips slightly I encouraged Ben to move. Faster than I expected he had me pinned by my throat on my back. One strong hand held my neck firmly down as the other guided eight and a half rigid inches towards my center. Without delay he plunged deep and hard and a gasp escaped me. Now deep within me he held my slender throat with both hands. We had played a little rough before but never anything like this. His eyes didn't look like a man in control and there was no point in resistance. He wasn't letting me go willingly and I didn't want him to. His control of me was intoxicating and I pushed back against him as his cock began its assault. Sounds of slapping skin combined with our aromas and the room felt somehow removed from reality. Twisting and turning rose deep inside as my sopping wet pussy took everything that Ben was giving. As he fucked me he never took his eyes off mine and his hands remained around my throat as he continued chasing relief, Ben's thrusts became more aggressive. As his pounding grew more intense, I began to feel his body tightening. Now noises that sounded animalistic poured from my husband as his hips jerked and contorted. As I listened to Ben scream out, I felt hot loads of cum striking my insides. Feelings of completeness filled me and I squeezed my pussy muscles together. Ben yelped in response Cuddled in Ben's arm and glowing with satisfaction I again tried to wrap my mind around what he was asking. Though my body cried for me to comply my brain just didn't agree. How could this be okay? Risking our marriage just seemed stupid. Ben's hand lightly brushed the curves of my body as he began to speak. Almost in a whisper he told me of his love. Swearing he would never do anything to ruin our marriage he again requested I should at least think about it. After a long pause I quietly nodded, and with that little shake of the head I sealed my fate. Still curled up in bed with Ben I let my imagination fly. If I did this who would I choose to join us? How does one approach someone asking for a threesome? Immediately a coworker of Ben's popped into my mind. Scott was also a Judge Advocate General (JAG) officer in the U.S. Navy and was one of the sexiest men I had ever met. Average height, sculpted muscles and a tight ass were not the reason. There are plenty of beautiful people in the world but Scott was different. It was how he looked at a woman. When you spoke his blue-green eyes never left your face. He made a woman feel special. Even though I had never caught Scott checking out my ass every time I turned around I could feel his gaze. Being around Scott always fired me up and here was my chance to put out a two year blaze. Without awareness I began to squirm. Thoughts of Scott fucking me had my nipples aching and need building. A tiny moan escaped me and my husband heard me. Fuck! Before I could say anything he rolled on top of me and kissed me. Excitement vibrated through me as Ben began kissing down my neck. Grasping both my breasts he began to feed off of me. First one pink nipple after another was suckled and bit. Arching my slender back I pressed his face to me. Now moans were not held back as his bites became harder and my body responded. Kisses and nibbles continued down my almost flat stomach and beyond. Ben grabbed my muscular thighs and pushed one on each side of my head. Now all of me was exposed. Pink folds stretched open and my level of excitement was revealed. My clit stood engorged and moisture was dripping from me. Inhaling my aroma deeply Ben told me how beautiful my pussy was. Jolts of electricity flew through me at the sounds of his words and I pushed against Ben's face. His tongue was what I was after. Slowly my husband flicked his tongue against my most sensitive of spots and I yelped. My desire had already begun to feel unbearable. I needed relief. Squirming I urged my husband on. Soon his tongue began to make long swipes from clit to anus. Each time he struck my backdoor I froze. This was new and I wasn't comfortable with the idea of backdoor play. But I couldn't deny the sensations that built each time he touched me there. Back and forth his tongue struck as I struggled against the hands pinning me. He just chuckled and carried on. Soon I began encouraging him to go ahead and get me off. He just continued at his own pace. The need for release was out of control and I began to plead with him to stop torturing me. Blue eyes looked up with a devilish spark in them and saw my distress. He was in absolute control and he was delighting in my frustration. Letting my thighs down he returned to tormenting me. Occasionally he stuck his tongue deep into my folds and then return to licking. I could feel how wet I was and the smell of arousal surrounded our entwined bodies. No other world existed for me other than then one we occupied. Twisting my nipples between my blue tipped fingers I continued to urge my husband to give me an orgasm. Pinning both my pale thighs to the ivory bedspread he gently sucked my clit into his mouth. Sensations so exquisite that I screamed ripped through me. Then suddenly they stopped. Looking down I saw my husband looking up with a devious smile on his angular face and the he spoke. In a tone serious and deep he asked, "Which one of my friends have you fantasized about, who do you want to fuck? Tell me the truth." "No one." I whispered turning my head away from his probing gaze. "Tell me the truth or I won't finish." A small flick of his tongue reminded me of what I would be missing. Frustration welled in me. How was I supposed to tell my husband that I masturbated while thinking about Scott bending me over? That sometimes I even thought about him while my husband licked me to climax. It felt like cheating. "Come on, I want to know. It's nothing to be ashamed of." On and on he went. Words of love and praise surrounded me as he gently coaxed the truth from me. Questions followed by licks continued over and over. In a frenzied tone I yelled the truth. "Scott! I've wanted to fuck Scott! Are YOU satisfied?" "Yes." My clit was immediately returned to his mouth as two long fingers slid between my folds. Fingering began and I groaned a sound that was raw and without control. Thrusts and licks continued as I came closer and closer to the goal. Sounds of Ben licking up my juices thrilled me. He always told me how sweet my pussy tasted and listening to his enthusiasm I believed. Soon my heartbeat thundered through my veins. With breath held I arched my back and began to jerk. Convulsions beyond my control released wave after wave of pure pleasure. As I screamed in release, Ben lapped at my squirting juices. Shaking and still riding small waves of pleasure I yelled for him to stop. Pleasure too intense to bear radiated from my core. Chuckling softly he increased the pressure on my thighs and began to give small kisses to my mound. Carefully he avoided my throbbing clit. Soon his small kisses included little licks as he forced me towards another orgasm. I begged him to stop. My orgasm had been too big and I was far too sensitive for his mouth. Ignoring my pleas he continued on as he was. Now his tongue was drawing nearer and nearer to my still throbbing clit. "Please stop, Baby. I've had enough." He just continued ignoring my pleas as his tongue approached. Electricity sharp and painful shot from my clit as his searching tongue reached its destination. As I cried out, pain turned to pleasure. Deep inside I felt tension rising in me once more as my clit was manipulated further. Small sucks followed and my intellect fled as I arched my back again. As I imagined sucking Scott off I began to cum. Again juices slippery and sweet flooded my husband's mouth. As the waves began to recede I whimpered like a small child. Not one inch of my body wasn't throbbing as I expressed gratitude over and over again. Looking up with a smug expression on his face he assured me it was his pleasure. Glowing I pulled him to me. My lips hungrily sought out his. Sighing I opened my mouth and greeted his. I savored the flavor of myself on my husband as his tongue dominated my mouth. And as my husband pulled away and looked down at my sated face he spoke, "You were made for this, you know it and so do I. If any woman could handle two cocks, it's you ... this is going to happen and you are going to love it." Not another word was spoken as we cuddled on our sides. As breath returned I fretted. I wanted to do what he asked. I just didn't want to be that kind of woman. A morning spent in pleasure led to a most ordinary afternoon. A sunny Saturday in the northwest rain was not an opportunity to miss. My three year old was down for her nap and I happily made a picnic for an early dinner spent outdoors. Two tuna fish sandwiches on rye and one PB&J on white accompanied blackberries and salt and vinegar chips into my wooden basket. Smiling I turned as I heard the screen door open. The look on my husband's face as he stepped into the kitchen told me he was up to something. With a sneaky smile on his handsome angular face my husband informed me he had to go into the office and would miss our family outing. His expression didn't match his words. Ben adored our three year old daughter and wouldn't normally look excited about disappointing her. My breath caught and my stomach fell as I realized what he was doing. "Who else is working today?" Nervousness made my words shake. "Oh, I have a big case starting Monday. I asked Scott if he would mind helping me get ready. You know how he is. He immediately agreed." Laughter accompanied his words as he made a grab for me. "Go ahead and play coy but we both know how this is going to end." Crossing my arms across my breasts and pouting I turned my back on him. Without delay my husband lunged for me. Giggles erupted as he yanked my body next to his. As his lips sought mine I sighed softly. I was concerned. Telling my husband no in the past had never worked. My being on all fours and being plowed by two cocks is how I feared this would end. If I were honest, I have to admit, I wanted Ben to get his way. I just didn't want to be responsible. Kisses deep and searching ended way too quickly as my husband released me. Smiling broadly he headed to the kitchen door. With one last look he told me to get pretty. He was going to ask Scott to join him tonight on our covered terrace for a cigar. My breath caught as I felt my body come alive. Every inch of me screamed to be touched but I only told my husband not to get his hopes up. I hadn't decided. His blue eyes mocked me as he left. We both knew I was going to play along and we both knew I wanted to. As thoughts came to me and ran through me I stood staring at his departing figure. It had been less than a day since he had dropped this bomb an now I was supposed to prepare myself. I should have been pissed. I wasn't. I was horny. Tingling occurred simultaneously throughout my body as I unconsciously stroked my erect nipples. As my mind played with images of my husband handing me over to another naval officer I began to cook. Too agitated to sit I baked with enthusiasm. Blackberries picked with my daughter were transformed into perfectly prepared pies. A bachelor, Scott always praised my cooking. His compliments were so over the top I would always feel myself blush. He would be pleased when I offered him something homemade to eat. Surprised that my daughter still slept I decided to get a quick shower. Just as I was heading down the large hallway the phone rang. Walking quickly back to my kitchen I grabbed the receiver. A voice filled with amusement met my ear. Dawn a fellow officer's wife and mother of three was laughing about my husband. Apparently Ben had called her husband and asked for a favor. The type no serviceman would deny another brother. Ben had requested "alone time" with me and now Dawn had agreed to babysit our three year old overnight. A Little shocked I told her to come on over and headed to wake my sleeping daughter. A couple of hours later as I handed my daughter over to a grinning Dawn I felt like a character in a movie. Everything seemed surreal as I listened to her gush in the background. If only she knew what she was helping Ben do. Would she be smiling so conspiratorially? "Mindy! You're not listening to a word I'm saying!" Looking down at me, Dawn shook her head and laughed. Naturally rounded, the curvy brunette loved everything about sex. At wives parties and after a few margaritas she was the one that always turned the subject to sex. And when husbands deployed she always came by with a bag of chocolates and double AA batteries for lonely nights. You couldn't help but like her. Apologizing for not listening I explained I was just surprised at Ben's request. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special occasion. Hoping I was convincing I shrugged and grinned. Would Dawn do what I was doing in the same situation I wondered? With a wink she reminded me how lucky I was to be married to a man that insisted on having me all to himself. I felt my face fall as she turned around and walked away holding my daughters hand. "All to himself!" The words had annoyed me but I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me when I heard them. Feeling agitated I headed back inside to prepare for the evening. Opening Mindy Located on the shipyard the old fourplex we lived in had been built in 1914 and the bathroom reflected this. White hexagon tiles covered both floor and wall. An old enameled cast iron tub with shower hose dominated the small narrow bathroom. Moss green towels hung from stainless steel bars near the tub and a matching rug sat waiting next to it. It was old fashioned and lovely. Stepping over to the unusually deep tub I began filling it with steaming water. Lemongrass scented bath salt were added to soften and lightly scent my sensitive skin. Dropping my white cotton panties and blue dress on the floor I stared into the full length mirror that hung over the three paneled door. Slanted green eyes looked back at me. Smiling at my reflection I tried to imagine how Scott would see my body. Golden blonde hair hung just to my prominent collar bones. Firm almost too large breasts stood proud with puffy pink nipples. Though I had always considered DD's too large for my petite frame I had never heard a man complain and I didn't think Scott would either. A belly slightly rounded by childbirth led to where all men desired to go. Perfection is what my husband called my pussy. Two pink symmetrical lips perfectly waxed stood exposed and vulnerable. Since marrying I had always kept my mound and lips waxed. Ben insisted. Turning to the side I looked at my backside. Full hips led to a bubble butt that always got compliments and my legs were muscular and shapely. I couldn't see anything that Scott wouldn't enjoy. AS I carefully lowered myself into the waiting water, steam rose from the deep tub enveloping me in a scent that smelled of lemons and flowers. Closing my eyes I lay back and submerged my shoulders. Tension released and I relaxed as I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Seconds turned into minutes as I allowed myself the luxury of lost time. My mind began to wander as thoughts turned to the coming evening. I didn't know how to stop what had already been set in motion and truth be told I wasn't sure I wanted to. Relaxation time was over and I began to prepare myself. Pulling the rubber stopper allowed the tub to drain and I stood. Starting at my neck I began to lather my body with lemongrass soap. Not one inch was skipped. My heartbeat increased as I washed my breasts. My nipples are extremely sensitive and I paused. Pinching and pulling them I sighed. My body responded as if it were Scott's hand touching my chest. My hands moved between my legs. Here I gently soaped myself. I wanted everything tasty and smelling delicious. Each touch of my hand felt like foreplay as my body responded to my caresses. Lifting the shower hose I rinsed the remaining body wash from my naked form and stepped onto the waiting mat. Quickly I rubbed the water droplets from my body. Again staring into the mirror I reached for a tub of coconut oil. As I rubbed the silky oil into my skin I paid special attention between my legs. This is where I knew both men would spend the majority of their time. Walking down the wood floored hallway to my bedroom I wondered what to wear. Ben had told me to "slut" it up but my clothes tended to run on the conservative side. I would have to be creative. Nothing popped out at me as I stared into the large old-fashioned hutch containing my clothes. A little frustrated with my limited choices I settled on a too tight Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, skinny jeans and clunky high heels. Silver drop earrings and several bracelets completed my outfit. Looking into the mirror above our maple wood dresser I was comfortable with my reflection. Now all I had to do is wait. Moving to our living room I took a seat on our brown leather couch and pulled my feet up. Time seemed to freeze as I stared at the ship style clock on the mantle. Waiting to hear Ben's key in the door was excruciating. My body throbbed and my mind raced. What I was allowing Ben to do felt wrong but my mind was no longer in complete control. Images of Scott taking me while Ben watched had replaced all the reasons I had not to submit. I didn't really know why I was torturing myself. It felt almost obligatory. The decision had practically been made. Of that, I was sure of. My heart leaped at the sound of the kitchen door opening. The sound of two men laughing answered the question as to whether or not Scott was really on the menu. Heartbeat now thundering I stood. Frozen by the conflicting emotions within I just couldn't move. It didn't matter. They were headed my way. Bluegreen eyes full of questions settled on me as the two men entered the spacious sitting room. The blatantly lustful look in Scott's eyes told me that he knew what Ben wanted. Panic struck as I watched my friend's eyes lock on to my tits. The thin cotton material stretched across my large breasts didn't begin to hide how erect my nipples had grown under his gaze. Blushing I looked down. Ben broke the tension. Motioning to our modern-style couch my husband offered Scott a seat. Eyes still appraising me Scott sat. As my heartbeat continued to race I smiled as if I didn't know things had changed. With the promise of beer I escaped into the safety of my kitchen. As the door swung closed behind me I let out my breath and began to shake. What the hell was going on? This was all too strange. I had been a little wild in high school but this was more than a little wild. This was insanity. As if on cue the door swung open. Scott stood there. Dressed in loose Levi's and a Navy t-shirt he looked amazing. Golden brown hair with just a touch of red was cut in military fashion. Bluegreen eyes, high cheekbones and a smile that split his face made this naval officer irresistible. His looks were undeniably masculine but his playful attitude was what made it hard to ignore him. He was the kind of man you knew would be great in bed. Sexual energy just radiated off him. Hand on the handle of our base- issued refrigerator I paused and waited for him to speak. "Hey, can I help you?" "With three beers?" Tilting my head I looked up at him and laughed. I removed three Sam Adams from the fridge and placed them on the stainless steel counter. Quickly I grabbed a bottle opener from beside the double sink and popped the lids. Hands shaking I offered one to Scott. With an amused smile that said he was enjoying my discomfort he took a long sip. As he drank from the longneck bottle his eyes took in every inch of me. Arousal was instant as I felt his gaze. Without hesitation I gulped down several long sips of the icy cold beer. Warmth followed and I felt myself slightly relax. But that didn't mean I was anywhere near okay. So I took a few more sips. Reaching for my bottle Scott told me to slow down. Laughing I stepped out of his way and took a long swig with an exaggerated tilt of my head. Pursuing he caught my arm and pulled me to him. Just as I felt myself drawn towards Scott, Ben entered the kitchen and now I felt cornered between two large alpha males. Pulling away, I grabbed the remaining beer and handed it to Ben. "Why don't you two go out on the balcony and start your cigars, I'll be right there. Promise." With that I tiptoed and gave Ben's cheek a peck. Both men wore amused looks as they headed out onto the large covered balcony. Located on the back of the fourplex it offered the unusual. A private oasis on a military base. More than once I had sucked my husband off there as he enjoyed his morning coffee. Hurriedly I downed the remaining beer and grabbed another one. Now, I'm a lightweight and that was the point. No matter how much I was aching to have Scott's cock inside me I wasn't sure I could actually do this. How could I accept that my husband really wanted this? It seemed so out of character. Obviously there was more to my conservative military man than met the eye. Shivers went through me at the thought. I wondered what other surprises my husband was hiding. The beers worked. Much more relaxed. I joined the two handsome military men. Taking a seat at our green circular plastic table, I smiled nervously at the two facing me. Seated in two nineteen fifties style metal chairs they sat with cigars in hand. And as my husband leered at me Scott began to speak. "Come here Mindy, I won't bite, at least not yet ... come on, be a good girl and get over here." The soft Kentuckian sound of his voice was deceptive. His voice was playful but his eyes weren't. They were the eyes of an animal that had sighted its prey. Tingling erupted all over my body as he continued to cajole me towards him. The entire time my husband sat watching silently. The pressure on me had its way and without thought I stepped towards the man beckoning me. My slender wrist covered in silver bangles was snatched and I felt myself stumble towards my husband's coworker. With his cigar burning in one hand Scott wrapped his other arm around my small waist and lifted me onto his lap. There was no pretense. My husband had given him permission to play with me and like a good toy I didn't protest. What should have been humiliating was instead exhilarating. I had never felt sexier. Seated in Scott's lap I felt desire darker than ever before rising in me. This wasn't love I was experiencing. It was pure animal attraction and my body vibrated in want both primitive and insistent. I watched transfixed as if it wasn't my body being touched as Scott's large freckled hand wiggled its way up my shirt and found my breast. He began to twist and pull on my engorged nipple. Groaning I leaned into the warmth of his broad chest and closed my eyes. As if I wasn't really there the men continued to talk about the impending trial as first one nipple than the other was tormented. The excitement vibrating inside me was too much and I jumped from Scott's lap. Laughing nervously I walked as far as humanly possible from the two men staring at me. Back in my kitchen I began to pace back and forth. This was too weird. Despite how horny I was feeling I wanted out of the now too small apartment. Grabbing another beer I quickly popped the top and began to gulp down the soothing liquid. At the sound of the door swinging open I stopped my pacing. Ben stood there with a look of concern. Setting the mostly empty bottle down I immediately flung myself into his arms. Enveloped in the scent I called home, I explained why I couldn't make his fantasy come true. As I explained his strong hands stroked the curves of my body. As he told me everything was going to be okay, he squeezed my ass. Soft moans began to rise in me as his mouth captured mine. Aggressively his tongue invaded while I relaxed into his strong grip. The beer was making me feel dizzy and his continued kissing just made it worse. Thoughts were hard to form as my body responded. More and more primal feelings pushed away rational thought. Spreading my legs was all I wanted to do. Pushing into Ben I wrapped my arms around his trim waist. As his hands continued to fondle my ass his kisses grew more aggressive. My clothes started to feel oppressive. I wanted to be naked. Louder moans rose in me as my husband's mouth found my throat. Nips and bites down my neck sent jolts of electricity shooting through me. Between bites my husband told me how hot I was. How much he loved me. How much pleasure two men could give one woman Doubts vanished as my husband continued complimenting and caressing me. I wanted this and had only been fighting the inevitable. I knew it and so had my husband. My body trembled with anticipation and between my legs I was sopping wet as I whispered in a little girl voice, "Okay." Breath left my body as my husband pushed me up against the white kitchen wall. Growling low he grabbed both sides of my face and stared into my startled green eyes. "Thank you." Kisses deep and searching returned even more aggressive than before as my husband ground his erect cock into me. As he whispered all the words a woman longs to hear he led me into the living room. Scott was waiting there now, on our low-backed couch with a look of expectation on his beautifully masculine face. How could I not want him to touch me? He was gorgeous and his blue-green eyes promised that I wouldn't be disappointed. Between my husband and Scott I stood frozen. I didn't know what was expected of me. Tension built in the air as we all three waited for the other to move. The pressure on me felt overwhelming and I practically launched myself onto the couch next to Scott. Again all eyes stared at me and waited. I wanted them to do something and didn't understand the hesitation. My nipples ached to be chewed on and ripples of anticipation had invaded all of my cells. Once more it was me that made the first move. Turning to Scott I placed my coral tipped hand behind his head. His military cut felt familiar as I pulled his mouth down to mine. After so many years of kissing only one man his lips felt strange. A tongue I didn't know entered my mouth and began to explore. The taste of wintergreen filled my mouth from the gum he always chewed. Soon the rhythm of our kisses synced and I began to lose myself again as my heart beat uncontrollably. Sighing I opened my mouth further to him. As his kisses continued without stop his hands began to explore. My large firm breasts soon got his attention and he released my mouth. Grabbing both in his hands he bounced them slightly as if testing their weight. As his hands continued to play with my body he looked me in the eyes. What I saw took my breath away. Passion raw and needy poured from the man touching me. It was obvious. Scott had wanted me a long time. In his eyes I saw my beauty reflected and the passion already running riot through me burned even more intensely. Smiling up at him with a tilt to my head I waited. Strong hands with a smattering of light freckles grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifting my arms silently I allowed Scott to remove my shirt. My erect nipples hardened further as my breasts were released for all to see. With awe on his face my husband's coworker and friend stared at the creamy white delights before him. Breath stopped and a yelp escaped me as Scott brought his mouth down to one of my pink nipples. Tugging, biting, and suckling began immediately as first one breast than the other was teased. Looking up I caught my husband's blue eyes. His face looked different. Lust had removed all that was human as he watched the porn movie playing out in his own living room. Quietly he stood and approached us. Sliding on the couch next to me he grabbed the back of my golden blonde hair and turned my face to his with force. Familiar kisses captured my mouth while Scott continued his near worship of my breasts. Squirming under the two men's attention I spread my legs and arched my back. Ben's hand grabbed my crotch and roughly caressed me. Moaning I lifted my hips. "Let's get rid of these jeans," a voice both hoarse and rough spoke as Scott paused in his manipulation of my tits. Ben's lips left mine and both men helped me to my feet. Slipping out of my brown leather heels I stood between the two men. Suddenly I felt small and somewhat vulnerable as they loomed over my petite frame. Scott took control and turned me to him. As Scott unzipped my pants Ben tugged them over my rounded ass. Soon I stood between the men as naked as I was born. Ben smiled down at me as he guided me to my knees. Looking up I saw both men staring down at me with leers on their face. The two naval officers stripped in unison and cocks erect and straining popped out on each side of my face. First I turned to Scott. He was our guest. Seven impressively thick inches met my eyes. Dark pink, smoothed skinned and perfectly shaped his cock strained towards me. Wrapping my small hand around his thick girth I led him to my waiting mouth. As his mushroom shaped head touched my lips I looked up and met his blue-green eyes. His eyes clouded with lust as I rubbed the head of his cock around my lips. Inhaling his clean masculine scent I slightly opened my mouth. Flicking my tongue I teased as I rolled around his opening. Precum was licked and saltiness filled my mouth. His taste was delicious and moaning softly I plunged. His thickness immediately cut my airflow as I repeatedly deep throated him. As tears filled my eyes I gagged. So lost in sucking the cock in front of me I didn't notice Ben until I felt a tap on my cheek. Letting Scott's cock slide from my full lips I turned my head. Ben's engorged eight and half inches waited impatiently. While I continued to stroke Scott I dragged Ben's straining cock into my hungry mouth. Familiar taste and scent surrounded me. Working between the two officers I first sucked one then the other. Back and forth I went. My only thoughts were of the two men I was trying to please. Sounds of pleasure erupted from each man as I continued between teasing and deep throating. My body simultaneously was being consumed by a blazing heat that originated deep within my core. Without warning Scott grabbed me under the arms and in a voice that left no room for discussion he told me to stand. Ben watched intensely as his friend and coworker positioned me on the couch. Backwards I bent over the back of the couch. On my knees I waited with my amply curved backside in the air. As Ben walked behind the couch Scott gripped my hips firmly and began to wiggle his cock inside me. His width was more than I had ever experienced. Sensations never felt before assaulted me as he stretched my pink lips apart and thrust. A yelp was forced out of me as he ground his hips against my pelvis. Without pause he began to fuck my moist folds. Bouncing back and forth I opened my mouth. Ben's cock rapidly filled my waiting lips. Filled on both ends I rocked between the two men. All senses were engaged as my body responded with gusto. The sound of Scott's balls slapping my ass kept rhythm as the three of us sought release. Each time Scott plunged I was forced onto Ben's waiting cock. Gagging as he filled my throat I was then shoved back onto Scott's thick member. From one to the other I bounced. Pleasure grew inside me as I listened to the two men groaning. Though I was the one pinned I felt powerful. These two officers needed me to make their fantasies come true. As nerve endings screamed for relief I heard the sounds of animals in heat. Instinct had taken control of the situation and I gleefully submitted to the two men fucking me. With sounds reminiscent of a train my husband started thrusting with purpose. Now breathing was impossible as my husband's cock began to swell. As Ben fucked my face I felt Scott slap my ass and match his rhythm to my husband's. Now fucked rapidly on both ends my eyes started to run as Scott aggressively pumped in and out of my stretched pussy. Just when I started to feel dizzy Ben gripped both sides of my head and unloaded rope after rope of cum into my throat. Greedily I sucked all that he had. Whimpering he pulled his softening cock from my ravaged throat. Gasping for air I began to concentrate on Scott and pushed back hard. In a voice hoarse and raw he instructed me to turn around. My husband's coworker wanted me to suck his release deep into my throat. Quickly I turned around on the leather sofa and sat with legs spread. Scott's wide cock replaced Ben's with haste. I sucked the new cock into my mouth and delight in my own sweet and salty flavor spurred me on. The pleasure of servicing these two men was intoxicating. Scott's grip on my face strengthened as he strove to find satisfaction. Grunts poured from Scott as his movements became more frenzied. Again, choking on cock I felt Scott releasing. And with a yell from Scott his cum joined Ben's as I swallowed his load whole. Stepping back Scott said the words I was dying to hear, telling me how amazingly hot I was. As he spoke I smiled and sighed. He really was very sweet. Joining Ben and me on the couch, he too took a deep breath and leaned back. Opening Mindy "My turn." I exclaimed with humor that I wasn't joking. My heartbeat was racing out of control as my body screeched to be touched. Taking my hand gently Ben stood pulling me with him. Body trembling I allowed him to lead me to our bedroom at the end of the main hallway. As we walked I heard Scott following. Leading me to our four-poster bed my husband tenderly motioned for me to climb up. Without delay I crawled across the silky comforter and lay back on the assortment of pillows that piled against the maple headboard. Spreading my legs I watched as both men followed. Scott was on one side of me and my husband on the other. Ben gave me a light kiss on my forehead as his friend began to suckle one breast. Sighing I slightly arched my hips. Ben took my cue and scooted down between my legs. Strong naturally tanned hands pushed my legs further apart. I couldn't take the pressure one more moment and I cried for Ben to lick me. Ignoring me Ben lightly blew on my parted lips. Arousal burned as he teased. Again I encouraged him to please make me cum. Wiggling my hips forward I pressed my mound to my husband's face. Inhaling deeply my husband told me how beautiful my pussy was and how pleased he was with me. Warmth at his approval rushed through me. Whimpering and wiggling as Scott lavished attention on my breasts I finally felt Ben's tongue. Slowly he lapped from clit to anus. His movements were soft and meant to drive me crazy. Grabbing the back of his dark head I pulled him deeper. His movements increased in intensity as I ground my sopping wet pussy into my husband's face. My need to cum was overwhelming and I yelled for more. First one finger then two more slid into my moist folds. And as Ben's fingers began to fuck me his tongue flicked my clit. Fire blazed between my legs as I felt my center tightening. I couldn't last much longer. Bites that were becoming a little too hard landed on my breasts as Scot lost himself to the moment. Frantically grinding my hips against my husband's mouth I began to climb higher. Soon my hips started to jerk and my mind ceased to exist as nature took control. Screaming in short bursts I felt myself release as wave after wave of ecstasy shot through me. The sound of Ben lapping at me told me I had squirted. Soon his tongue became a tormentor as it struck my throbbing clit. Laughing I yelped and told him to stop. Scott's mouth left my breasts. His thick cock was rigid again and he told Ben that he wanted to fuck my tits. Ben slipped from the bed as Scott straddled my waist. Leaning forward Scott placed his rigid cock between my full breasts. Squeezing my breast together he began to slide his smooth skinned cock back and forth. And as he thrust I flicked my tongue against his head. Arching his back he continued fucking my titties. Small yelps escaped me each time he roughly pressed my breasts together. As Scott rocked back and forth between my breasts my husband watched with a rapidly growing cock. It didn't take long before my husband's coworker began to jerk and twitch. Thrusts became rougher as did the hands gripping my breasts. With a cry loud and ragged Scott blew. Wads of sperm hit my face. Load after load landed on me. Soon my face was sticky with the substance. Smiling down at me with pleased blue green eyes Scott thanked me. He had wanted to fuck my tits since we had a met and he assured me he hadn't been disappointed. As Scott slid from my body Ben crawled onto the bed. Cock straining and erect he reached for me. Intuitively I knew what he wanted. Legs spread I accepted my man between my legs. Without preamble Ben led his large cock to the entrance of my pussy. Lips swollen and puffy embraced him as he drove forward. Moisture surrounded him as he began to pound my tired pussy. Lifting my knees I welcomed him deeper. As Ben started grinding out another orgasm Scott stroked my hair. Cherished is the word that best describes how I felt as Ben's cock unloaded cum into my filled pussy. Taking care of my husband pleases me but making his fantasy come true was mind blowing for me as well. Collapsing with a shudder my husband whispered words of love into my ear. Smiling contentedly I held him in my arms. Everyone spent we all returned to reality. Sheepish looks were exchanged between Scott and I as I slipped off the tall bed. Heat spread across my face as I headed to the bathroom. Wrapping my terry cloth robe around me I returned to the kitchen. Soon both men joined me. Dressed as he was before, Scott kissed me softly on the lips and told me he couldn't wait till next time. With a nod to Ben he left. "Next time?" I inquired. "We're just getting started Mindy. No worries I'll take care of everything, Sweetie." Wrapping my arms around my husband I nodded. Still supporting our troops...YOGAKAY