0 comments/ 252309 views/ 64 favorites Ask For It By: indentcouple I have to admit that I never, ever thought that I would be writing a story to a web site. My name is Joanie. I am 38 years old, 5'7", thick dark brown hair and a very womanly figure, with 38D breasts (for those of you who need to know) and wide, but very firm, athletic hips. I have been told that I have a perfect complexion. My very creamy white breasts are capped by large dark nipples and I have a dark hairy pubic area. I have a very responsible job and I usually dress accordingly, in a very professional manner. My husband, Tim, is a little taller than me. He is an accountant with a large Not-For-Profit agency. By any standard we were a very average married couple - up until about six months ago when our entire world was turned upside down. Unlike most of the women I have read about who discover their sexuality at mid-life, I did not get married when I was 17 years old. I was not a virgin. I did not have limited experience with men. I did not marry my husband just for his money. To the contrary, I went to a major University where I had lots of fun... and men. I even spent a semester in Spain where I had even more fun... and more men. By the time I met my husband at age 27, I had had a wide variety of sexual experiences, including cocks of all different sizes and a few colors (and even one experience with a woman). So when I met Tim I definitely felt as if I had "sown my wild oats." Tim and I met when we worked on a project together. Tim was (and still is) very handsome. I was immediately attracted to his intelligence and good humor. We began dating and slept together about three weeks into our relationship. The sex was excellent! Now I am not going to lie (sorry boys) but size does matter. However, size is not the be all and end all. The most important thing is the interaction between a man and a woman. How they communicate. Do you feel free and uninhibited with your partner? Not afraid to take a risk? To say and do what you really feel? If you can do that, then a reasonably sized, hard, and long lasting cock is all a girl needs. And any woman worth her salt can work with her man to make his cock hard and long lasting (ladies, if you are not interested enough to do at least that, then he is not the man for you!). Anyway, I was thrilled with my sexual relationship with Tim. His seven inch cock combined with an open and fun loving relationship were all that I wanted. Since we each like to try new things, if either of us ever wanted to try something new, we have an agreement that all you have to do is ask, such as "please, do this for me." For example, when Tim wanted to try anal sex for the first time, he asked, "Joanie, I would really like to fuck your beautiful ass, please do this for me." Even though anal sex is not my favorite thing, I obediently rolled over onto my stomach and presented my ready ass to my man. This works both ways, another time after an unusual session of unsatisfying sex, I asked, "Tim, I still need to cum, please suck my clit," and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. Honestly, I thought that I had gone to far. Tim had never tasted his own cum (as far as I knew) and there was no way he could suck my protruding clit without sucking some of his own cum. I was pleasantly surprised when he knelt between my legs and began to lick my clit. I was very surprised when after about three minutes, his lips left my clit and he began to seriously eat me and lap up his own seaman. I was shocked when I moved my foot to his crotch to find that he was hard again. Anyway, Tim and I were planning a special trip to Cancun for our tenth anniversary. I decided to take a scuba diving class at the local community college. In the first class we all had to pair up with a "scuba buddy." Unfortunately there were eleven people at the first class and before I knew it I was the odd girl out. The instructor said another student, Kris, would be at the next class, and that he would be my buddy. The first class was dedicated solely to the instructor evaluating our swimming skills. At the next class Kris introduced himself. He was a doll. He had been given permission to skip the first class because he was in the masters swim program at the college. He had that perfect swimmers body, broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, hard abs, and long toned legs. He also had the easiest smile and the bluest eyes on the planet. Much to my own surprise, I was in lust. During the class we had many occasions to rub against one another. Every time he touched me I could feel my nipples tighten and expand through the thin fabric of my suit. I was even very (I hope) discretely wiggling my ass just a bit to make contact with his crotch. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I was just having fun. Well, over the next few weeks Kris and I became good friends. After each class I would tell Tim about the class and my "scuba buddy" Kris. Tim was not jealous. I have lots of male friends, but I knew that in this case Tim should be jealous. I was a little hurt that Tim was not more protective of me. I began to tell Tim more and more about the "inadvertent" touching with Kris. After class one night while we were getting ready for bed, I said, "Tim, I hope you won't be upset, but tonight at class, Kris got quite a handful of my tits." "What do you mean," Tim answered with a slightly confused look. "Well, the instructor said sometimes when you're scuba diving, your scuba buddy may get into trouble. Tonight we were practicing pulling our scuba buddy out of the water. The instructor said the person in trouble sometimes fights against the rescuer, so when Kris started to pull me up, I began to move and he got a good hand full of my tits." Tim still had a confused look on his face, so I said, "Let me demonstrate." I turned my back to him and had him place his right arm across my body and under my left armpit. "So his hands are like this," then I leaned back and began to struggle. Tim's hand landed on my left tit. I then moved back and my bottom made contact with Tim's crotch. I was taken aback to feel that his cock was standing straight up in his boxer shorts. I began to push my ass into his erection as I continued to struggle, giving Tim a very good feel of my jiggling tits. "So that's what happened," I said. Then I continued, "Except Kris did not enjoy it quite as much as you did," as I smiled, reached into his boxers to pull on his hard cock. Tim was almost shaking as he said, "Well, I assume you didn't rub your ass against his crotch the way you just did to me." "I'm not so sure," I said smiling coyly, as I repositioned myself with my back to Tim again, my silk panties now making direct contact with Tim's drooling cock. As I firmly rubbed his cock with my ass, I continued, "In this position, my ass and Kris' cock must have made some contact." I laughed a little and moved my hands to Tim's ass and really pulled him into me. Tim moaned, "Oh... my... my," and then he came all over my pretty satin panties. Even though I was just having fun, I was amazed at Tim's reaction to my little play acting. I was trying to make him jealous. Instead, I made him cum in record time, without using my mouth, hands, or pussy. Now I was confused. When he regained control, Tim said, "Did you really touch his cock?" "No," I answered. "I mean, I didn't notice that I was touching his cock, although I am sure I must have. I guess I was too busy enjoying his hands on my tits to notice. It was all over in about three seconds." Tim held me and said, "Well, I'll have to thank Tim sometime for making my wife so horny for me." Wow! I was not ready for this response. I just told him that I "enjoyed" another man's hands on my tits, and he wants to thank the guy! And who got horny here anyway? He just came on my panty covered ass! Then to prove my point as to who was horny, Tim asked, "Joanie, please suck my cock." Without hesitation, I got on my knees sucked his renewed hard member. Now I was horny! After Tim came, I had him eat me to three orgasms. The scuba class ended and our trip to Cancun was great. About two weeks after we returned, I began to miss my classes with Kris. I knew I should let it die, but then Kris called just to ask about the vacation and how was the scuba diving. Without thinking I asked Kris to join me on a local board (so that I would continue to see him occasionally) and suggested that Kris and his wife meet us for dinner that weekend. Tim was thrilled to meet my new friend and his wife. We all met that weekend. Kris' wife, Sally, was a truly beautiful woman. Any thought I had that I was making Kris hot went right out the window. While Sally and I got along just fine, Tim and Kris seemed like long lost brothers. I was actually happy that Tim liked Kris. In some way this justified the fact that I had the hots for Kris. To make a long story short, Kris and I continued to be friends and met at our board meetings. Tim and Kris became even better friends. They went rollerblading, bike riding and went to ball games together. Then one day Tim told me that Sally left Kris and she had moved in with, as Tim said, "An older and very rich man." It was about three weeks later that I saw Kris. When I expressed my sympathy, Kris gave a big laugh and said, "It's alright, Sally called me yesterday and said she wanted to come home. She apologized and said she was overcome by this rich guy's money. She grew up without money and the prospect of a life of leisure was overwhelming to her. Now she realizes that money doesn't buy passion. She wants to come home." I had mixed feelings, but simply said, "I'm happy she is coming home." "She's not," Kris answered and laughed even louder. "She made her choice. Not to be cliche, but I told her she made her bed, now she had to lie in it." Kris then smiled and said, "I'm just happy that she left while I'm still frisky enough to enjoy my life." We laughed and I did not think anything more about it. That weekend Tim and Kris went to a baseball game together. They came in the door together at about 11:30 PM. I was not expecting Kris to come into the house. I was only wearing a sheer summer weight nightie. The outline of my braless tits was clearly visible. Kris looked at my tits for just a moment (by the way boys, women always notice when you are looking at our tits), then he said, "Tim had a bit too much to drink. I wanted to make sure he got into the house without breaking his neck." Tim just smiled (he was also looking at my tits). "Let me get changed and I will make us some coffee." "Joanie, please don't get changed. You look great. Just make some coffee, please, do this for me." I was not sure if I understood the import of Tim's request. He was saying it like our game. But we had never played our game in front of anyone else. Was he just drunk? Did he understand what he was saying? Either way, he asked, and to be honest, exposing myself before Kris was making my nipples start to push out against the flimsy fabric and my pussy was getting wet. I smiled and went to the kitchen and returned with coffee. As I served the coffee, my tits jiggled and the fact that I was nude under my nightgown was very obvious to my male admirers. Kris was not shy to look. I looked at Kris, then at my tits, then back to Kris, just to acknowledge that I knew he was looking and that I did not mind. Then I noticed that Tim was looking at us. I turned to Tim and he said, "Honey, you are killing him. The man hasn't been laid in weeks." Tim laughed and continued, "God! Look at his shorts!" My husband was right, Kris had a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. Those feelings of lust that I had for my "scuba buddy" were returning... fast. If Tim wasn't careful, I may not be able to control myself. But Tim had other ideas, "Jezzz Joanie, you are hot! Why don't you show Kris what is under that nightgown before he bursts. I am asking you Joanie, take off your nightgown, do it for me." "Wait a minute," I said, then paused, I could see the concern on Tim's face. He had no idea what I was about to say (either did I). Then I surprised myself and said, "I'm not a stripper for your entertainment. If I am going to be naked, you guys have to get naked too." Holy shit! I thought. Did I say that? Yes I did. Tim looked at Kris, laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he tried to remove his pants, but, in his drunken state, he tripped and fell on the couch. How silly he looked, lying face down on the couch, with his pants around his ankles and his hard cock poking sideways (Hmmmm, his cock was hard already, very interesting). He just laid there, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to expose her tits and pussy to another man. Well, I thought, he asked for it, and I began to pull the spaghetti straps of my nightgown over my shoulders. As I shimmied, the nightgown slipped down until it stopped on my now very hard nipples. "I seem to be stuck," I said to Kris, as I continued to gently sway, "it must be your turn." Kris smiled (Ohhhh that smile!) He slowly unbuttoned his shirt then just as slowly removed his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them down. Despite how much I wanted to look at his crotch, I looked right in his eyes. He was looking right at me too. He began to pull down his briefs when the waistband caught his hard penis. "Opps, now I seem to be stuck, your turn." NOW I WAS HOT!! I looked at Tim, and thought - Tim you better stop me quick. I said, "Tim, aren't you going to watch?" Tim groaned, but turned his head and looked at me. Now with two men as an audience (I hadn't felt this way since I went to a topless beach in Spain), I gave my most seductive smile and used my thumb and forefinger to pull on my nipples. As my nipples got even harder (if that was possible), I gave my nipples one more tug and pulled the nightgown away and allowed it to fall on the floor. I simply raised my eyebrows, smiled and pointed to Kris' crotch, "Your turn." I had stopped thinking about Tim. Kris actually turned sideways and rotated his hips so that I could not see his cock. He then jerked his underwear off. As he rotated his hips, his beautiful cock came into view. I moaned out loud. Then Kris said, "So now what?" Good question, I thought. Tim only asked me to get naked? I looked at Tim who seemed like he was slipping off to sleep, but I had the sense that he was really awake. "Timmy," I said (I had no idea why I called him Timmy, only his Mother calls him Timmy). "Timmy," I repeated, "Do you want to ask me anything else? Poor Kris here looks uncomfortable," and I pointed to Kris's impressive cock. "Now that we are naked, what should we do? You have to ask." I looked my husband right in the eyes. I was taken aback, he may seem drunk, but his eyes were clear. Timmy looked at Kris, at Kris' erection, then back to me. "You should at least jerk him off, otherwise he's gonna die." Timmy was trying to be funny, but the lust in his voice was obvious. His body was trembling, his cock was dripping pre-cum. My little Timmy was very excited. On the one hand, I was dying to hold Kris' cock (by the way, Kris' cock was only a little bigger than my husband's cock), but it had been a very, very long time since I had seen, let alone touched, another man's cock. I didn't need to be asked twice, and I wanted to get started before Timmy changed his mind. I got down on my knees just to the side of Timmy on the couch and motioned for Kris to bring his cock over to me. When he got close enough, I grabbed Kris' cock with both hands and looked up to Kris' beautiful eyes, and I felt an electric charge move through my body (I really think I had a small orgasm). I began to stroke Kris' cock and fondle his balls. After less than a minute, I knew I needed more, but Timmy would have to ask - after all, I would never cheat on my hubby. "Timmy, you have to ask if you want me to suck his cock." "Yeah, yeah, do it, do it." "No Timmy, you have to ask." I noticed that he no longer seemed drunk, but he wasn't moving either. I expected him to join in the fun, but he just stared as I continued to manipulate Kris' cock and balls. "Please Joanie, suck his cock, do it for me." I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY HUSBAND SAID THAT!!!. Timmy wants to watch me suck another man's cock. Later, I would wonder how my husband could want me to do this, or why he would want to watch, but at that moment, all I wanted was Kris' smooth penis in my soft mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked all around the head of Kris' cock. I then made my tongue as flat as possible and ever so slowly dragged it from Kris' balls back up to the tip. I repeated this from a few different angles. I could now see my husband's face, still pressed against the couch, intensely staring at his wife sucking his friend's cock. The realization that I was doing this only a foot or so from my husband sent another small orgasm through my now soaking pussy. I turned just a little so that I could look at Timmy's face, then I attacked Kris' hard as rocks boner. As I deep throated my new lover, my eyes alternated from Kris to Timmy. I could feel Kris start to harden even more, I knew that he would cum soon. I wanted to swallow his load (I wouldn't wait for Timmy to ask). I moved my lips back to the head of Kris' cock and started to jerk his salvia coated cock with my hand. After another minute, Kris came... a lot. I could not believe how much cum he had (I forgot it had probably been awhile for him). I desperately tried to swallow it all, but there was too much. It started to push out of the sides of my mouth. Then I saw Kris' seaman all over my hand... and my engagement ring... and my wedding ring. And just beyond my rings was Timmy's face, contorted, just like he was cumming. Then I felt the spray on my legs. I thought, Timmy is ejaculating all over his pretty bride, while she licks another man's cum off of her wedding bands. THEN MY PUSSY EXPLODED!! I mean EXPLODED!! I think I came just as much as Kris. I could feel it shoot from my cunt. I actually passed out for a few seconds. When I refocused, Kris was holding me under my arms, asking if I was OK. I said "Yes, I'm great. That was the best." Then I looked at Timmy. His body was still shaking slightly. Without thought I rolled Timmy on his back and firmly planted my cunt directly on his face. "Eat me Timmy, eat me." My cunt was so excited and open that it actually covered most of Timmy's face. I could feel his entire nose, mouth, and chin inside my on fire pussy. If I had tried, I am sure that I could have fit his entire head up my cunt at that moment. I closed my eyes and imagined fucking Kris as I ground my clit into Timmy's nose. I could feel Timmy try to lick me. I started to groan (even I could not believe how loud I was). Then I came again... and again my orgasm literally shot out of me and into Timmy's open mouth (Timmy later told me that he thought I was pissing). By the time I noticed, Kris was gone. He must have left while I was riding Timmy's face. Without any further word, exhausted and sweating, Tim and I went to bed. I was up first in the morning, showered, put on a light summer robe and went to make breakfast. I was glad that Tim was asleep. I needed time to think. I had so many emotions. I felt like a wonderfully, slutty woman. I was more sexually satisfied then I had been in years (and no one had even fucked me!) What about Tim? How would he feel this morning? I still loved him, but I also knew that I wanted Kris (like I said, I hadn't been fucked yet!). I decided that I wanted Kris, but Tim would have to ask. By the time Tim got out of bed I was sitting at the table on the screened-in-porch reading the paper. I had intentionally let my robe fall open to expose the tops of my breasts. The slit in the rode had ridden up so that the top of my dark pussy hair was visible. When Tim came out I pretended to keep reading, although I could see him looking at me. He sat across from me. Ask For It Ch. 2 ASK FOR IT Part Two Some of the readers were disappointed that my story ended so abruptly. In particular, how, when and why did Tim have to start asking Kris to have sex with little ol' me? For those of you who did not read the first part of the story, my husband Tim and I always had an agreement that we would try anything sexual with each other. The only proviso is that you have to ask for it, such as "I am asking you Joanie, please let me fuck your ass." Well, apparently Tim had a fantasy to see me with another man. One night Tim and our friend Kris came home late from a ball game and Tim asked me to give Kris a blow job. Timmy (I never called him Timmy until this started) became so excited that he came just from watching. Since then Kris became my regular lover and Timmy gets to watch, eat Kris' semen from my very satisfied pussy, and have sloppy seconds. The fist story ended with me pointing out that if Timmy wants conventional sex, he now has to ask for it, from Kris, because Kris is now my man. This short story tells how we progressed from Tim's original fantasy to see me with another man to Timmy's new life as a cuckold. Two days after our second get together, Kris telephoned me at work. "Hi Joanie..." he hesitated..."So how are you feeling...you know, about what happened." Without hesitation I said "Kris, I feel wonderful. The last few days have been the most sexually exciting days of my life. I can't believe how excited I get with you and Tim." "Me too. I just... well... I'm wondering where we go from here. How does Tim feel about all of this?" "As I understand it, Timmy loves it. The way he explains it is that the most sexually exciting thing for him is to see me go crazy. To see me cum, scream and squirt. He considers us so close that my excitement is his excitement. For whatever reason, he thought that you could excite me more than he could... and he was right. I'm getting wet just talking to you." I started to squirm, trying to rub my growing clit against my chair. My fingertips stoked my hardening nipple. "So, we will be seeing each other, making love more often?" I was getting hot, "Anytime you want Kris. Just come over and take me. I am yours for the fucking." I couldn't believe I said that... and at work. But I meant it. I wanted Kris. Tim had made a big mistake. I moaned thinking about fucking Kris. "Joanie, you dirty little slut, you're masturbating." I groaned. "Now stop that right now. You'll get yourself fired." Kris laughed. "Listen," he continued, "seriously, I want to be your lover, but not at the expense of your marriage or my friendship with Tim. Talk with Tim tonight, if this is going to happen, everyone has to agree that we can make love whenever we want. I don't want this to be just an occasional thing for his entertainment. Tim has to want me to be your lover, to accept me as your lover on our terms, not his. If this is going to happen, I want to know that it makes Tim happy, not just hard. Talk to him and let me know." I surprised myself by answering, "Yes dear. I will call you tonight. I love you." Kris answered, "I love you too." That night I relayed what Kris had said. "Well Tim, what do you think?" I asked. Thirty seconds went by, then Tim answered, "You want this don't you Joanie? You really need him. This all makes you incredibly hot, doesn't it? Tell the truth." I looked him straight in eyes and replied "Yes. However I will gladly give it up unless it is what you want. You are the closest person in the world to me. Kris cannot replace that. But if you want me, need me, to have a lover, then yes I want Kris. I love the way this makes me feel and I love Kris." There, I said it. All of my cards were on the table. It was up to Tim. Tim was gently panting. His right hand trembled when he reached for his belt buckle. He unbuckled, then pulled on his zipper. His hands went to his sides, then he pushed his pants and underwear down. His hard cock popped free. With his pants around his ankles, he kneeled before be, circled his arms around my hips and rested his head on my lower stomach. Without looking up he said, "Joanie, I want to be your husband... and for Kris to be your lover." I gently pushed his head to my public mound. I reached back to unzip my dress, but Timmy moved my hands away and did it for me. He then lowered my panties and licked my the top of my pussy. I was getting very wet very fast. I needed more contact. I moved away and told Timmy to stand up. I then directed him to our bedroom by grabbing his wet cock. I laid him on the bed, leaving his pants around his ankles and his shirt on. With my shirt still on I straddled his face. With my wet pussy only inches from his face I said, "Timmy, do you take Joanie as your lawful wedded wife and Kris as her lover?" "I do," he answered, and I pushed my pussy onto his waiting mouth. I came withing seconds, wetting Timmy's face. But I wanted more. I continued to ride Timmy's face. I did not realize it then, but this would become my usual sexual position with Timmy, with me in the dominant position, riding Timmy's face, him twitching beneath me, his penis totally ignored by me. The second time I came, I really soaked Timmy's face, ears and hair. He was such a mess I just had to laugh. With Timmy in this condition I told him to call Kris and ask him to be my lover. I handed him the phone, still sitting on his chest and giggling at the sight of his cum soaked head, about to talk to my lover. "Hi Kris, I just wanted you to know that Joanie and I talked it over. I want you to be her lover... Yes, I understand your concerns. I really want this. I think it will be best for all of us." Watching my husband ask another man to be my lover, with his face soaked in my juices was just too much. I scooted my pussy back up to his mouth and took the phone away. "Kris, Timmy can't talk anymore, I am so hot I just had to have him eat my pussy some more. So are you satisfied that Timmy really wants you to be my lover? He is so excited. God you should see him. He can't get enough of eating my pussy and his cock is twitching like crazy. He definitely wants me to have a lover." And with that, Timmy came. His life as my cuckold had begun. Over the next few months our lives as a unique threesome evolved. By his nature Kris is not an arrogant or dominant person. He is, however, very self assured and relaxed. He never wanted to humiliate Tim (which I think Timmy would enjoy). He wanted Tim to enjoy our affair, but Kris would not share me. When Kris was in the house, I was his woman, when Kris left, Timmy was my obedient husband licking my sore cum filled pussy, sometines having sloppy seconds or, to my surprise he would often and masturbating for his own relief. If Kris was gone for a few days, then Tim would fuck me like old times. It was... comfortable, but never exciting the way it was with Kris. Most of the changes were very subtle. Kris didn't just want to fuck me, he liked being with me. When he would come over to the house, usually twice a week, we would have dinner together, watch some TV, maybe play a board game together, then make love while Timmy watched. At fist I did not even notice, but over time I realized that Kris always sat at the head of the table. He would sit in Tim's chair. Kris would decide what to watch on TV. I even started to ask Kris what he wanted for dinner on the nights he ate with us. In other words, Kris was the man of the house. Besides these subtle changes, the first real shift in our relationship was when Kris arrived one night and announced "Tim, I've been thinking a lot about something that we need to discuss. I just received an invitation to my cousin's wedding in New Jersey. I want Joanie to come as my guest. I know that we have always had sex with you present, but that is not how real lovers act. I would never do anything in this Town to embarrass you, but lovers often go out of town to spend a romantic weekend and I think Joanie and I deserve that, don't you?" I could see the confusion on Tim's face. I was just about to break in and tell Kris 'no,' when Tim spoke up, "Yes, yes you do deserve that. I've been selfish. You should not be stuck in this house all of the time." I was shocked, and perhaps a little disappointed. It had always been the three of us, an unconventional threesome, but always a threesome. Now my husband was consenting to me going off with another man. For the fist time I wanted to humiliate my husband. "Timmy, thank you so much." I said "As much fun as it is to have you watch us, Kris and I need our time together. But don't worry sweetheart, when I get home I will make sure that Kris leaves a big load of his cum for you to lick from my pussy." "What?" Cried Kris. "Haven't I told you before darling, Timmy doesn't just want to watch, he loves to eat your spent semen from my stretched cunt." God I was pouring it on. "Timmy, let's show Kris how much you love my cream pie." With that I strutted over to Kris, kneeled and started to suck his cock. When he was hard I laid on my back and cried, "Come on Kris, fill me with your cum for my cumsucking husband. Fuck me, fuck me. Show Timmy how a man pleases a woman." And fuck me he did. After only a few minutes he came. I almost pushed Kris off and beckoned Timmy, "Come on Timmy, get it while it is nice and fresh" and I lewdly spread my legs and lifted my ass to present the feast to my hubby. Timmy's true nature erupted as he dove into my pussy. He ate like a wild man. When he could not get any more, he flipped me over and I sat on his face, letting more cum drain into his mouth. Our relationship had changed forever. There was no going back. Kris was my man. Timmy was my wimp, a cuckold. One again the changes were subtle. Kris no longer asked Tim's opinion. He just did whatever he wanted with me. We frequently went out together without Tim. When Kris slept over (which he rarely did before this) he stayed in my bed. Timmy slept in the guest room. When we were together, Timmy waited on us like a servant. He made no demands. When Kris was not around, Tim still tried to play a man. He would try to fuck me like a husband, but it was too late. I was no longer interested in him as a man, only as my friend who soothed my sore pussy after my lover fucked me like a man should. So just a few weeks before I wrote the first part of the story Timmy and I had this conversation. "Timmy come here." I called. I was sitting on a foot rest, he naturally sat on the floor, looking up at me. "Timmy, we have to talk. When this started with Kris, it thought it would be a wild threesome. But to have a threesome, we need two men and me. We are one may short. Over the last few months you have made it very clear that you do not wish to be a man. You really just want to be a boy, living out his sexual fantasies through a sexually mature couple, Kris and me. You no longer satisfy me sexually and letting you put your little boy penis in my woman's cunt seems... inappropriate. Now I realize that you occasionally need to relieve yourself, most boys do, and that sometimes masturbation is not enough. But that decision should be up to Kris and me, not a boy. We should decide when you are allowed to have intercourse and you should always tell me when you want to masturbate so I can decide if you are doing it too much. Timmy look at me, do you understand?" Timmy looked up and his whole body shook. I could see the wet spot forming on the front of his pants. His journey to becoming a cuckold was almost complete. In that instant I wondered how he would feel about cleaning Kris' cock, the way he cleans my pussy, after Kris and I fuck. Perhaps that will be the next story. Ask For It Tentatively he started, "So, do you want to talk about what happened last night?" I put down the paper and sat back, causing some of my left breast to spill out of the robe (I pretended not to notice). "Sure," I answered, "What did you want to say?" "Well, I just wanted to know how you feel." "I was just living by our agreement, you asked, Tim, so I did it. Did you enjoy it? Are you glad that you asked?" I uncrossed my legs, exposing more of my pussy under the glass table. My nipples were getting hard. I could also see Tim's cock starting to rise in his boxer shorts. "I guess so. It was... interesting. I didn't plan it, you know. It just kind of happened. It was... exciting. I never saw you so excited." I was smiling now. I moved my right foot up to his leg, then to the bottom of his boxer shorts, then my foot made contact with his swelling cock. I squirmed down some more. While I did so, I untied the robe, letting it fall open. Tim was starting to pant. I put my heel into his balls. I meant it as a joke when I said, "Maybe I am just too much woman for ya' Timmy." And I gave his balls a stab with my heel. Timmy groaned, "Yes, yes... you need a man who can make you cum like you did last night. Oh God, oh God," he panted as his cock started to twitch. He was looking at his cock and my foot. "Timmy, look at me," I said. He did, his face flush from passion. "You know the rules, if you want me to fuck Kris so that you can watch, you have to ask." "Yes, yes, fuck him." "No Timmy, ask the right way." This was getting fun. I couldn't believe how excited Tim was getting just from talking about last night. I thought he would be angry, instead he was like a begging little boy. "Joanie, my wife, would you please let me watch you fuck Kris, please, do it for me." I used my sweetest little girl voice, "Well, since you asked so nicely, O.K., I'll fuck your friend Kris while you watch. But I'm only half of this fucking team, if you want to make this happen, you have to ask Kris." And with that I removed my foot from Timmy's cock. My robe was wide open with my tits swaying and my nipples hard as I swept past him, saying, "Let me know after you talk to Kris." I immediately went into the bathroom to get myself off. I never believed that Tim would go through with this. It is one thing to get caught up in the heat of the moment like we did last night, it is completely another thing to plan your wife's adulteress affair. There was no way Tim would ask Kris to fuck me. I was completely shocked when about twenty minutes later Tim came to say that "Kris would be coming over at 8, if that is O.K." I looked at his crotch, his cock was still hard (or hard again). "This really excites you, doesn't it.. Timmy? This isn't just about having fun, is it? This is about what Kris can do to me, that you can't. Isn't that right, Timmy?" I opened my robe again and exposed my tits and pussy to Timmy. Timmy (God I loved thinking of him as "Timmy" and, to my surprise, Timmy obviously loved it too) stared at my heaving tits and hairy pussy. I stepped closer to him and looked him straight in the eye, "You need this don't you? You need another man to satisfy your wife. Pull don your shorts Timmy." He bent and pulled his shorts down. I looked into his eyes. There were almost tears in his eyes, but his cock was rock hard. He was excited beyond belief that I had just declared that he is not man enough to fulfill his wife's sexual needs (even though it was not true). Why this excited him, I had no idea, but seeing him so excited made me even more excited. My pussy was starting to swell with anticipation. I pushed his head down and without another word Timmy fell to his knees and began to lick my cunt. I held him by the back of his head and thrust my clit into his face. He moaned. After a few minutes, Timmy looked up, his face glistening with my juices, then he bit my clit and I exploded, once again literally shooting my cum into his mouth. When I regained my composure, I said, "I am going to rest for a while. I'll call you later and you can help me pick out what to wear tonight." Later Timmy and I choose my outfit for the night. As I was dressing in a casual silk blouse and a short skirt, I can only remotely describe the feelings I was having at that time. On the one hand, I felt as if Tim and I had entered a new, more open phase of our relationship. It really was as if we were one person and that we shared one sexual appetite. In a way I felt closer to Tim than ever before. On the other hand, I had a sense of loss. My husband, who always satisfied in bed, would no longer be able to do so, just because he (apparently) stopped believing that he could. I was also very excited. Tim did not know that I wanted Kris. I wasn't just doing this for Tim, I was doing this for me. I wanted to fuck Kris. This made me feel like I was "cheating" on my husband, not just playing a game. The guilt started to get to me. "Tim, before we go any further I want to be perfectly honest with you and if you don't want to continue then we will cancel this evening with Kris. I want to assure you that I love you with all of my heart. I have never cheated on you. You have always been a very good lover and I will be happy if I am never with another man for the rest of my life. But you also need to know that I do like Kris. I am very excited at the prospect of having sex with him while you watch. I will not do it if you do not want me to. This can all end here, right now; and it will just be one more fun experience that we have shared. However, once Kris arrives there is no turning back. It would be cruel to tease our friend that way. Also, before we start, I need to know if you want to do a threesome or if you just want to watch. Well, what do you think?" "I want to watch you have sex with Kris." "Tim, tell me why. Before we do this I have to know why." Tim looked down and did not say anything for two or three minutes, then he said, "I love you. I have since the first moment I saw you. You are the sexist woman I have ever known. When we were younger I felt like we were a perfect match. But as I have grown older, well it seems that I am getting older, but you just keep getting sexier and sexier." Tim stopped, thought for another minute and continued, "Did you ever hear the expression that a man wants a woman who is a cook in the kitchen, a lady in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom? Well, I think most men feel that way. The perfect wife is one who wants to be a whore just for her husband. A whore that cums with wild abandon just for him. But as time goes by, I guess, most couples loose some of the sexual edge. When I saw you with Kris last night, I saw that edge again. I had so many feelings. You see, you're not just my wife, you are my best friend. Last night I was jealous that Kris, another man, could bring out the whore in my wife. I was ecstatic to see my best friend so sexually excited. I was humiliated that I didn't object to another man putting his cock in my wife's mouth. I was overwhelmed by the sex act being played out before my eyes. I was so confused. The only thing that I was sure about was that my dick was as hard as it has ever been in my life. Did you see me cum?" "No, but I felt it. You came on my leg." "Well, did you notice that I never even touched myself? I came without any physical contact at all. That hasn't happened since I was 12 years old! You know what else, I never went soft. After I came, I was still hard. I came again when you were sitting on my face. Whether it was another man bringing out the whore in my wife, or the excitement of seeing my best friend enjoying a cock in her mouth, I don't know, but all those mixed emotions produced the strongest orgasm I ever had in my life. I would like to try it again. And from the way you reacted, I think you enjoyed it as much as I did." Tim smiled, waiting for my response. I moved into Tim's arms and gave him a passionate kiss, "Ask me again Timmy, ask me again to fuck Kris while you watch. You have to ask." I roughly grabbed Timmy's hard cock through his shorts. He groaned and said, "Please fuck Kris and make us cum like never before." "Gladly," I said. Since he wanted to watch me be a whore, I continued, "And just remember, I am doing this for me, because I want to cheat on my husband, I want to fuck Kris." Timmy's cock jumped in my hand. I let go quickly so that he would not cum. I laughed, "Come on Timmy, lets finish getting dressed for my man." When Tim came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. I said, "Timmy, I laid clothes our for you on the bed." It was a simple pair of tan cotton shorts and a clean T-shirt. Tim removed the towel and moved to his dresser to get a pair of underpants, "No Timmy, wear just what I laid out for you. No underwear. I want to be able to see your cock moving under your shorts. And no hiding your erection. I want to see your excitement. And no touching your cock. I want to see my 12 year old boy cum in his pants." He smiled and pulled up the thin cotton shorts, sans his Haines. I could clearly see the outline of the head of his cock pressing against the material. "O.K., now get out of here and let me finish," I said, "my lover will be here soon." Tim left the room. I examined myself in the mirror. I thought I looked good, but I did not look sexy. I don't have any sexy clothes. A few minutes later I heard Kris come in the house. God I was nervous! My mind was confused. How could Tim let me do this? Kris' wife fucked someone else and he threw her out. That's what a man should do. That's what Tim should do. Tim was a fool to let me do this. Well he is going to get what he wants. The vision of last night popped back into my head. I was excited. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I made a few quick adjustments in my clothes then went to greet my lover, before I changed my mind. Based on last night, Kris must think that I dress this way all the time at home, but Tim immediately noticed that I had removed my bra from under my satin shirt. My dark nipples and the swaying motion of my unencumbered tits caught their attention. I had also rolled my skirt up so that it just went past my ass and pulled my shirt tails out to hide the extra fabric around my waist. My normally conservative clothes had a whole new look. Kris smiled from ear to ear. I walked right over to Kris, ignoring my husband, and gave Kris a very passionate kiss (I did not want Kris to think this was all Tim's idea). As our lips parted I moved to his ear and whispered, "I am so glad that Timmy asked us to make love. I can't wait." Kris, always a gentleman, said, "Me too, but are you sure this is alright with Tim. This is so weird." "Don't worry, Timmy is having the time of his life. His cock is like a barometer, look, he's already hard." Kris and I turned to Timmy who suddenly realized that we were looking at him. His semi-hard cock was pushing out the cotton short. Timmy was suddenly embarrassed to be in the room with Kris and me. He excused himself and said he would be in the kitchen fixing dinner. "Come on Kris, sit down and lets talk. I assure that I very much want to make love to you. The only catch is that Tim wants to watch. You won't believe how excited he gets and it excites me to do that to him. I don't want to humiliate Tim or make him feel bad, but I do want to put on a lusty show for him. Also there is no-one, absolutely no-one else in the world that I would do this with but you. I have wanted you since our "scuba buddy" days. If you will take me, I want to be your lover." Again Kris smiled (he must know what that smile does to me), "Joanie, you are beautiful. I am honored to be your lover. I would gladly make love to you in front of my grandmother if that is what you want. Just so long as I know you want to be with me, I am here for you." Then we kissed. And kissed some more. His lips then moved to my neck. "Timmy," I called, "you better come in here. Kris and I are having an appetizer." Timmy entered, I looked him in the eye, then I forgot all about him. Kris' lips had moved to the tops of my breasts. I helped him by unbuttoning two buttons of my blouse, giving him access to my thrusting nipples. Kris was cool. He gently stroked and kissed my flesh without touching my sensitive nipples. I was moving, trying to force my nipples into his mouth. When I finally made contact, my pussy convulsed and I had a small orgasm. Kris was now aggressively sucking my protruding nipple. I stole a glance at Timmy. His mouth was wide open and his shorts were tented straight out. At this angle Timmy could really only see Kris' head. I moved Kris to my other tit so that Timmy could see my engorged nipple and the little love bites left by Kris on my right tit. I then felt wicked and spread my legs, exposing my naked and wet cunt to my husband. I wasn't wearing panties. Timmy grabbed his cock. He saw me look at him and shake my head "no." Then I said, "Timmy, I think we better eat. We're going to need a lot of energy for tonight." At the table on the porch Kris and I sat next to one another, with Timmy on the other side. Throughout the meal, Kris and I gently caressed and fondled each other. I never re-buttoned my blouse, so my tits were always falling out. My nipples never went soft. Eventually, I placed Kris' hand between my legs. He smiled broadly when he discovered that I was not wearing panties. Timmy also could see that Kris had discovered what I had shown Timmy earlier. Timmy was hard all the time. His erection was obvious whenever he got up for something, which I asked him to do frequently. During dessert I unzipped Kris' pants and reached for his cock. I ate dessert with one hand, while my other hand masturbated Kris. Timmy could see what was happening through the glass table top. When dessert was complete, I pulled Kris by his cock over to the couch. Kris was standing there and I said, "I think its time that you get naked Kris. Let me help." I turned my back to Timmy and began to undress Kris. The whole time I was complimenting his body (I always did this for Tim also), "Oh Kris, what a great body you have. So strong and firm. Oh... I love your cock. It is so hard." Then I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked him for only a minute (I did not want him to cum) then I continued, "I need your cock inside me, right now, right here, right in front of my husband. My husband wants you to fuck me. He can't satisfy me. I need you to fuck me." I obscenely laid back on the couch, pulled my dress up around my waist(there is something so slutty when you have sex with your clothes on), spread my legs, and pulled my tits out of my shirt and began to pull on my nipples. Kris did not hesitate. He kneeled on the couch and sunk a few inches of his cock into my very wet pussy. I am sure that Kris could have shoved his entire cock into me at that point, I was so wet, but he was teasing me. He would put in 3 or 4 inches, then pull out again. In less than a minute, I was thrusting my hungry cunt at him, trying to get more of his cock inside of me. "You need to be fucked really bad, don't you Joanie." "Please stop teasing me. Fuck me!! Fuck me!!!" Kris sank in a little more, but not enough. I surprised myself, I was almost whining, "Come on FUCK ME!! NOW GODDAMN IT! FUCK ME!!!!!!" Kris smiled and complied. "OHHHHHHHH. SO FUCKING GOOD. I LOVE YOUR COCK. FUCK ME. NEVER STOP FUCKING ME. YOU ARE THE BEST. THE FUCKING BEST!!!!!" At this point I was only thinking about my pleasure. I forgot all about the fact that my husband was watching (I forgot I was even married). I was just so hot, my entire world was exploding. Now I know objectively that Kris is probably no better a lover than Tim (well maybe a little better), but it was the situation. Getting dressed that afternoon, the foreplay all through dinner, I was never so excited in my entire life. I kept screaming for Kris to fuck me. Telling Kris that he is the best. I was delirious. To his credit, Kris lasted a long time (the blow job last night must have helped). Then he was frantically pushing his cock all the way inside me. I don't think that I was ever so wet or wide open. I had already cum three time and was building towards another. Kris announced that he was going to cum. I yelled, "Timmy, come here and watch. Watch Kris cum in your wife." I literally began to try to try to pull my nipples off of my tits. Kris screamed and began to cum. I screamed and once again my pussy spasmed and I began to squirt and cum. Timmy yelled. I turned my head and I could see his cock twitching beneath his shorts. Within two seconds his shorts were soaked, the stain spreading across the front. This sight made me cum again. Kris moved off of me after a minute. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feel of my still quivering well fucked pussy. After about five minutes, I looked at Timmy, who was still standing next to me, then to Kris, and I said, "Can we do that again?" "After that, I'll need some time. That was incredible," Kris said. I closed my eyes and laid back for a few more minutes. When I opened my eyes, Timmy was sitting in a chair across from me and Kris was at the end of the couch. I said, "So are you hard yet Kris? Or do you need some encouragement?" Kris laughed, "I can always use some encouragement." I placed my hand between my open legs and began to explore the mess that was my pussy. After a minute I removed my fingers and raised them to my mouth, then I turned to Timmy, and ever so slowly extended my tongue and licked at the obvious fluids. "Ummmmmm delicious," I moaned. Then I stuck my fingers back into my pussy and scooped up as much cum mixture as I could. This time I shoved the fingers into my mouth and used them to fuck my mouth. I was moaning more and repeated this two more times. Then I said, "Kris, come here, let me suck your cock. I need your cock." Kris moved to my head and presented his slimy cock to my lips. Once again I stuck out my tongue and licked the precious fluid. Then I swallowed his cock and let his hardening member fuck my mouth. I was still playing with my pussy with one hand. I noticed that Timmy moved to the end of the couch to watch me. He was hard again. I removed my mouth from Kris' cock and said, "Timmy, lick my cunt, like you have done before. I am asking you Timmy, do it." I turned my attention back to Kris's cock. With my fingers I motioned Timmy to my soaking cunt. Within a minute his tongue lightly caressed my hard clit. Then he began to lap away. I spread my legs wider, then clamped my thighs around his head, suffocating him with my overexcited cunt. After a few more minutes when Kris was hard again, I released Kris' cock and looked down at Timmy, then back to Kris and said, "He just loves my cunt." I then looked back to Timmy and continued, "Timmy do a good job. And Timmy, put a finger in my asshole, I want you to stretch me out for Kris. Kris you just have to fuck me in the ass. I have to feel your cock in my ass." Timmy complied. I went back to sucking Kris' now hard cock. Two minutes later I abruptly pulled away from Kris and Timmy and draped myself over the arm of the couch. "Now Kris fuck my ass. I have been a very bad girl, cheating on my husband. Spank me and fuck my ass!!" I have to be honest, I have no idea where this came from. Like I said before, I never really liked anal sex and I never asked Tim to spank me. But I was not acting at the time either. I really wanted Kris to spank me and fuck me in the ass. Kris dove right in. No teasing this time. He just fucked me hard from the start. I was screaming "More, more, more, fuck me more, harder, fuck my ass," and on and on. (God, Tim was right, Kris really does bring out the whore in me!). I motioned for Timmy to move down to me. When he did I pulled his soaked shorts down, but I did not touch his cock. I just looked at it. I wanted to watch him cum without touching him. Ask For It I finally came with one blood curdling scream. I felt Kris' seaman shooting into my rectum. Then I saw Timmy's cock erupt, shooting his cream in all directions. My pussy started to squirt all over the arm of the couch (there is still a stain). Kris removed himself. I got myself together and we collected his clothes. I kissed him and said, "I think Tim and I need to talk. I hope we can do this again." "I hope so too. You are the best. Tim is a very lucky man." I was hoping that Tim would feel that way too. Now that it was over, would he regret it? I really hoped not. I wanted to do this again. I liked having a husband and a lover. I cleaned up and put on my robe. When I got back to the living room, Tim was still lying on the couch, his eyes closed, his wet shorts still around his ankles, and his soft cock lying on his leg. "Do you want to talk now or later?" I asked. "That was the most exciting time I have ever had in my entire life. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. You are the sexist woman on earth. I love you." "Ummmm, I love you too," I said as I moved into his arms. That was six months ago. Kris stops by at least twice a week and we have sex with Timmy watching. The situation never ceases to excite me. I have cum more times, and better, in the last six months than in the rest of my life combined. Tim and I only have conventional sex on occasion. Mostly he likes to eat my cunt (whether it is full of cum or not) and to masturbate. And if Timmy wants to fuck my cunt, well then he has to ask... Kris, because my cunt now belongs to my lover.