16 comments/ 512165 views/ 201 favorites Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 01 By: rgjohn Chapter 1 Brian Matthews stood near the bar watching his wife of ten years, Sara, flirt with a tall good-looking man. He could see the smile on her face from across the room. She stood close to the stranger, their hips almost touching. It was a position that would have made most husbands jealous. Brian reached into his pocket and felt the still warm panties that she had been wearing. She hadn't objected when he told her that she needed to take them off. He told her that he could see the outline through her dress. Although the beige cotton cocktail dress was very tight, they both knew that the panties couldn't be seen since there wasn't much to the tiny slip of material anyway. In fact, now that she didn't have panties on, if she stood in the light just right, the dress was almost transparent. If she hadn't shaved her pubic hair, it surely would have shown through. A sigh escaped Brian's lips as he watched his gorgeous wife. She looked as trim and as sexy as she had the day he met her. Her breasts were still firm enough that she rarely needed to wear a bra, and her hips were still slim enough to look good in the tightest clothes. It had been almost twelve years since a mutual friend introduced them while in college. Brian had been at a fraternity party with his best friend Patrick. It was the beginning of their sophomore year and they were preparing for the new school semester. That meant getting drunk. Brian had made a total fool of himself trying to get Sara's attention. He was just drunk enough to be bold. They were at a pool party and Brian was showing everyone how he could balance himself on one foot at the end of the diving board without spilling his beer. It didn't work. He and the beer went into the pool, clothes and all. Fortunately, Sara had thought his antics were cute. For Brian, it was love at first sight. However, it was apparent that Sara wasn't as enamored with Brian as he was with her. In fact, he found out later that she wanted to date around and wasn't interested in being tied down with one guy. It had taken two years for Brian to convince her to date him exclusively. That was the second best day of his life. The first was when she agreed to marry him. Brian could see that Sara was nervous and excited as she stood next to the tall stranger. He knew that her juice was already beginning to trickle down her thighs. That was one of the many things he loved about her. Her vagina dripped like a faucet when she was excited. He could see her shifting from one foot to the other and knew that she was trying to stem the flow. He watched as she leaned over and whispered something into her new friend's ear. A smile crossed his face as he glanced around the room and then he nodded his head. A second later they were sneaking out the back sliding door. Suddenly Brain felt a moment of panic as he watched them leave. His panic was not because Sara was going outside with a stranger but rather because he would lose sight of them. He looked around his boss's large Victorian style house and saw a spiral staircase leading upstairs. He quickly put his drink down and headed for the stairs. However, before he could make it to the steps, his boss caught him. "There you are Brian. I've been meaning to talk to you about a re-engineering project that I've been thinking about." "Yes, sir," Brian said, trying to keep the irritation from his voice. "Well, I was hoping to put you in charge and I wanted to explain where I want to go with this." "Thank you, sir. I truly appreciate the opportunity." It was quite a compliment that his boss thought enough of him to pick him for the project. However, it wasn't the best time to talk about it. Brian knew that there was no way to excuse himself without being rude, so he tried to listen patiently as his boss explained the project in painful detail. Finally Brian's boss paused and said, "So what do you think?" "Uh, it sounds great," Brian stammered. He had barely heard a word the man said. His thoughts were consumed with what was going on outside right now. Brian was relieved when his boss's wife came up to them and asked if she could steal him away for a minute. He suppressed a sigh of relief as his boss excused himself and walked away. He looked at his watch. It had been ten minutes. He hurried upstairs. When he reached the hallway at the top he rushed to open a door to what he thought was a bedroom. Unfortunately, it was a bathroom. He tried another door and found the master suite. He hurried through the room to the French doors leading to the balcony. He gently turned the handle and stepped outside quietly. It was a warm summer night with a bright moon in the crystal clear sky. The noise of the night insects was almost deafening as Brian slowly moved toward the ivy-covered railing and peeked over, hoping that he was in the right place. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw his wife passionately kissing the stranger. Their bodies were pressed together tightly. Brian's head started to spin, as it always did at times likes these, and a tremor of excitement rushed through him as he watched his wife and the stranger squirm against one another. It wasn't the first time that Brian had seen such a sight. Over the past six months he had seen her in the arms of a number of different men. It all started the night they had gone to his niece's wedding. It was one of those boring family things and Brian wanted to leave as soon as possible. However, they had to make an appearance at the reception, at least. Sara, on the other hand, liked weddings. She liked to talk with friends that she only saw on rare occasions and she especially liked to dance. Brian hated the small talk and wasn't much of a dancer. So, when a young man came over and asked Sara to dance, he didn't object. As the young man led his gorgeous wife to the dance floor, he glanced around and could see the eyes of other men on his wife. After that, half the single men, and a few that were married, asked her to dance. It might have been because she was wearing a low cut dress that exposed half her breasts. It may have also been because Sara liked the attention and was quite a tease. By the end of the night, Sara had had a little too much to drink and was flirting shamelessly with them. Strangely, instead of being jealous, Brian found himself incredibly turned on. It came as a complete surprise to him. He had never been the jealous type but that had never been tested like this night. When they finally got home late that night, they made love like they hadn't done in months. Sara was like a tiger and ravished him with a passion that he hadn't seen in quite some time. They both went to sleep with smiles on their faces. The following day Sara had apologized profusely and asked for forgiveness. Her surprise was obvious when Brian shrugged it off and said that he was happy that she had had fun. He told her that he knew that she liked to dance and was sorry that he wasn't very good at it. Besides that, he told her, it was fun watching her tease all those horny young men. He knew that the comment had shocked Sara but they had dropped the subject at that point. A few weeks later, a similar incident happened. This time it was at a party at work. There was an older man who had cornered Sara. She was enjoying his attention and only made a half-hearted attempt to get away from him. When she looked for Brain, she saw him watching her with a strange look on his face. The man's hand began to slip down her hip until it was firmly on her ass. Sara's eyes opened in shock, but when she looked for Brain he was gone. Sara knew that the right thing to do was to smack his face, however, instead she took a slow sip of her drink and let his hand squeeze her ass. Brian hadn't gone far. He had moved around until he had a clear view of Sara and the man standing in the corner. He could see that his hand was between Sara and the wall and it appeared to be moving up and down. Incredibly, Brian felt his penis begin to harden. He noticed that he wasn't the only one with an erection-the stranger's pants had a tent in them too. Nothing more happened at the party but when he and Sara went to bed that night, the lovemaking was incredible again. Over the next few weeks, there were several more incidents. Each one resulted in passionate sex when the two arrived home. Finally the subject had to come up in conversation. After a few minutes of stuttering around the issue, they both had to admit that the teasing had turned them on. It had been a long time since their lovemaking had been as intense or as frequent. After discussing it, they had agreed that as long as the teasing didn't go too far, it would be a nice way to spice up their marriage. However, they hadn't defined what "too far" meant. Since that day, they had arranged several situations where Sara had become "involved" with men. They had found a bar in a town a safe distance away, where they could experiment without fear of being seen by someone they knew. For the most part, what happened was harmless teasing. Sara would dance and joke with men, allowing them liberties that weren't entirely proper but still within the realm of teasing. However, on two occasions, Sara had left the bar with men and made out in their cars. While the men obviously wanted to have sex, Sara only allowed heavy petting. She let them play with her breasts and then masturbated them. Each time, she told Brian the story in great detail before they made passionate love. Now Brian was standing on the balcony watching his wife and a stranger kiss. This night had been charged with electricity from the very beginning. It seemed like something more was going to happen. The fact that Brian had never been close enough to watch before made this different as well. Brian could hear Sara moan as she kissed the handsome stranger. He could see their open mouths working on one another. Occasionally he could see Sara's or the stranger's tongue as the kisses grew more passionate. Then he watched as the man's hands had slipped down her back until he was cupping her firm ass cheeks. Sara seemed to welcome the caresses and squirmed her hips into him. When his hands reached the hem of her short cocktail dress she still didn't protest. Suddenly the stranger pulled her short dress up to her waist, baring her naked buttocks. A gasp escaped Brian's lips and he heard Sara moan as the cool night air hit the warm flesh of her ass. "God baby, you are one hot woman," the stranger said as he pulled his mouth from her. Sara just moaned and buried her face in his shoulder. Then Brian saw her head jerk back and he could see that her eyes were wide open in shock. From the movement of the stranger's hand it appeared that he had found her vagina. Brian reached down and grasped his hard penis as he continued to watch. He could see Sara's hips moving back and forth against the man's hand. Then she moved her feet apart and spread her legs, allowing him easy access to her undoubtedly swollen lips. The moan that escaped her lips reached Brian's ears and he trembled in excitement. He could almost see the finger plunging in and out of her sloppy hole. He watched her hips pushing downward in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to take his teasing finger all the way into her body. Brian was beside himself as he watched from only a few feet above. He thought about pulling out his penis but was afraid someone would catch him. Instead he stood silently in the dark watching his wife as he rubbed his almost painful erection inside his pants. He could see the man's hand moving faster, working between her legs. Suddenly, he could actually hear the squishing sound of the man's now drenched fingers. He could see that Sara was gasping for breath. Sara reached down and grasped the tent in the stranger's pants. "Oh God, it's so big," she moaned. "Take it out," the stranger whispered. Sara's glanced around to make sure they were alone, however she didn't look up or she would have seen her husband staring over the balcony. Then with trembling hands she reached between them and pulled the stranger's zipper down. A moan escaped her lips as she reached inside his pants and found his throbbing erection. She pulled his penis out and gasped, "Oh God!" Brian almost gasped as well when he saw the stranger's long penis in the bright moonlight. It was so huge that it made her hand look small. He could see her fist moving up and down until a large drop of clear liquid bubbled from the slit. It sparkled in the moonlight. "Let me fuck you," the stranger hissed, his hips beginning to move back and forth. Brian gasped as he heard the words. His eyes opened wide in shock. Suddenly, he was trembling all over as he watched the man push his penis down until it was between his wife's legs. His breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife open her thighs and then saw the penis disappear. He couldn't believe that she was actually doing it; that she was actually having sex with a stranger. His head was spinning with excitement. He was finally watching his wife screw another man. Unfortunately Brian couldn't tell that the stranger's penis had missed her hole and had slipped harmlessly between her legs. "Noooo... I can't," Sara gasped and moved back, letting the penis flip up between them. When Brian saw the man's penis appear, and heard Sara say no, he found himself strangely disappointed but relieved at the same time. It was a strange paradox for him; he wanted her to do it but yet, he didn't. "Then suck me," the man hissed excitedly and reached up to press on Sara's shoulders. Sara's legs seemed to buckle under her as she slid toward the grass. A second later she was on her knees and the large penis was inches from her face. Brian knew that she had never gone this far. He wondered if she would go through with it... if she would actually take the stranger's penis into her mouth. He didn't have to wait long to find out. The man placed both hands on her head and was pulling her face toward the pulsing shaft. Sara resisted for a moment. Her eyes were wide with excitement. Suddenly, Brian heard her moan of surrender, as she opened her lips and took another man's penis into her mouth for the first time since they had married. Brian closed his eyes for a second and took a deep and trembling breath. When he opened his eyes he saw Sara's stretched mouth begin to work up and down the long white shaft. Brian was going crazy as he watched her suck the stranger's penis. He couldn't believe that she was going this far. He watched the man begin to direct her head back and forth with his hands. He could see the saliva-wet penis as it came out of his wife's mouth and actually hear the sucking sound. He had never heard or seen anything more exciting. "That's it baby, suck my cock! Eat me! God, you can suck baby!" The man's nasty words seemed to have an affect on Sara. She reached up and grasped his shaft with both hands, her fingers unable to touch. She began to pump her hands up and down rapidly. "He's going to cum," Brian whispered in an unheard warning to his wife. Sara already knew it. "That's it... that's it," the stranger hissed as he pushed forward and pulled her head toward his shaft. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he moaned, "I'm cumming." Brain could see that Sara was surprised at the force of his ejaculation. Her eyes opened wide and her cheeks bulged out as her mouth filled with his cum. Another tremble went through Brian as he watched his wife swallow once and then again. Her fists continued to move up and down, milking the juice from the stranger's balls. Amazingly, Brian watched Sara began to tremble. He knew the signs. Without touching herself, she had managed to climax. She moaned around the still spurting shaft and her body shook. As she climaxed, her mouth stopped sucking and the stranger's cum continued to fill her mouth and began to trickle from her lips. It ran down her chin and dripped to the grass. Some of it even splattered onto the soft swells of her breasts. Finally the stranger's penis wilted and slipped out of her mouth, leaving another trail of sperm on her chin. Sara quickly stood up and wiped the back of her still trembling hand across her mouth. "I... I... my husband..." Sara gasped in confusion. "I understand. My wife will be looking for me too." Brian rushed out of the room and hurried back downstairs. He was at the bar getting another drink when Sara came back in. He tried to act like he had never left the party. Chapter 2 Sara and Brian left the party soon after the incident with the stranger. For some reason, the ride home seemed twice as long as normal. Both Brian and Sara were silent as they sat close to each other, deep in their own thoughts. Sara placed her head on Brian's shoulder and reached down to warmly caress his thigh. While Brian wanted desperately to talk about the evening, he had the feeling that Sara didn't. She had been unusually quiet as they left the party; possibly reliving what had happened. Or it could have been that she was embarrassed. Brian couldn't be sure. However, there was no question that Brian was still very much excited about what he had witnessed. He couldn't get the vision of his sweet wife on her knees giving oral sex to a stranger out of his head. He could still see the stranger's sperm dripping from her chin. In fact, when he looked down at his wife as she sat beside him, he could see a shimmer of the sticky fluid on the swells of her breasts. He knew that it was the stranger's cum. He wondered if she could still taste him. Brian was dying to ask her for the details. When they were almost home, Brian finally broke the silence and asked, "Did you have fun tonight?" "I guess," Sara answered in a non-committal tone. It was obvious that she wasn't sure how much she should reveal. They had agreed that she would always be honest and tell him what happened. But Brian knew that it had gone further than she, or even he, expected. "So tell me what happened?" Brian pressed, trying not to sound impatient. Sara hesitated but finally said, "Well, you saw us go outside. We kissed and he... he uh... he put his finger in me." A chill went through Brian at her words. He wanted and needed more. "And?" he asked. "Then I took his... his co... cock out and... you know... I got him off." Sara's face turned scarlet. Sara fell silent again. Brian was somewhat relieved that she hadn't lied. However, he knew that she wasn't telling the entire truth either. Brian fought the urge to tell her that he had watched. He decided to wait to reveal that until later. But, right now he felt frustration at her lack of detail. He thought that maybe a little stimulation would open her up. He reached over and put his hand between her legs. When he felt her open them for him, he smiled and moved his fingers to her still swollen sex. He began to run his fingers gently up and down between the lips and said, "I'll bet you wanted to fuck him didn't you?" Sara didn't answer for a minute. Finally, she whispered, "Yes." Then she added truthfully, "But I didn't." Then she fell silent again. The lack of detail was very frustrating to Brian. When she didn't add anymore, Brian decided that he had gotten all that he could out of her for the moment. For the rest of the ride home he played with her sexy lips, bringing moans of pleasure and renewed excitement from her. When they arrived home, it took about ten minutes for them to get from the garage to the bedroom. They stopped and kissed multiple times, losing pieces of clothing as they went. Brian's penis had not really gone soft since the moment he saw them kissing. Sara and Brian fell naked onto the bed; their bodies pressed tightly together, his lips searching for her heaving breasts. He could see the now dried flakes of sperm on the soft swells. His lips worked around those spots and to her hard nipples. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 01 "Yes, suck my tits," Sara gasped. As he sucked her nipples, he moved his hand between her legs to play with her excited and still swollen lips. He kissed back up her neck to her ear and whispered, "I'm sure you wanted his big cock in your sweet little hole, didn't you?" Suddenly, Sara tensed, wondering how he knew that the stranger had a large penis. Then she decided that she was being paranoid. "Yes, it was big and hard," she gasped. "Can you still taste him in your mouth?" Sara's eyes flew open. Brian began to move his finger in and out of her vagina as he hovered over his surprised wife and stared into her wide eyes. Then he whispered, "I saw you. I saw you sucking his cock." "Oh God," Sara gasped, mortified that he had watched them, but maybe more concerned that she hadn't told him the entire story. "I could see every inch of his big cock. I was standing on the balcony above you. I could see your saliva shining on his penis in the moonlight. I even saw him try to fuck you." Brian paused for a second and let that sink in. Then he added, "My cock was so hard I thought it was going to rip my pants." Sara almost sighed in relief when she realized that he wasn't angry. Her body relaxed as the tension flowed out. "So, how did his cock taste?" Brian asked. "Go... good," Sara said hesitantly. When Brian felt her vagina pulse, he continued his dirty talk. "I saw you swallow his cum too. I saw you drink every drop of his sperm except what dripped from your chin to your tits. You're such a slut aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. His fingers began to move rapidly in and out of Sara's now quivering lips. Sara didn't answer but she whimpered and squirmed under his manipulations. "I know you wanted that big cock in your pussy," Brain whispered excitedly as he slipped between her legs on his knees. He leaned close to her and continued, "He almost got it into you. For a second I thought it was in you." Sara moaned as her mind flashed back to the incredible excitement she had felt at that moment. Suddenly, her excitement took over and without any further probing she hissed, "Yes... yes, I wanted his cock! I wanted him to fuck meeeee!!!" Brain groaned as he held himself over Sara, his penis just touching the wet and swollen lips of her vagina. "My cock's not as big as his, but you still want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Oh yes... oh yes," she moaned and grabbed Brain's ass cheeks as her hips lifted from the bed. Brian pulled back slightly, not allowing Sara to accomplish her goal. "I'm not sure my cock is big enough for you after seeing his," he teased. Then he moved the head of his own substantial penis until it just touched her hole, still avoiding her attempts to take him inside. "Please... please, fuck meeeee!" Sara wrapped her arms around Brian's neck and her legs around his waist and she tried to pull him down to her squirming body. Brian tried to resist, attempting to draw out their excitement. However, his own excitement was rapidly becoming too much for him. He circled his hips, letting the swollen head of his penis become wet with her copious juices. Finally, with a bellow, he dropped his hips and his penis slipped easily into her swollen hole. "Ahhhheeeee!!!" Sara screamed. She pulled her husband's hips into her and took him all the way to the bottom. Then she tried to pull his lips to her own. However, Brian hesitated for a second, remembering where Sara's lips had been. Then he moaned and let his lips meet hers. His tongue went into her mouth as her warm hole surrounded his throbbing penis. The room quickly filled with the sloppy sounds of their coupling and the bed squeaked and groaned under their frantic movements. When Brian pulled his lips from Sara, he bent to her ear again and said, "God sweetie your pussy is so hot and wet tonight. That big cock must have really turned you on. Watching you play with it and then suck it drove me crazy." "It was soooo big," Sara moaned. "It stretched my lips but I wanted to take it inside me so bad." There was no hesitation now as excitement consumed her. They were both too far gone for concern about jealously. "You're my sweet little slut aren't you?" Brain gasped as his hips pounded into her. "Yes... yes, I'm your slut." "My slut. My sweet and wonderful slut, with another man's sperm in her stomach." Brian words were bringing them both quickly to a peak. "Yessssss... I'm your slut. I sucked his cock and drank his cum. That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to suck another man's cock didn't you? "Oh God, yesssss!!!" Brian gasped. I love you... I love you..." Sara hissed as her body began to shake in climax. Her fingernails dug into Brian's ass and her legs squeezed him tightly to her. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped. "I'm cummmmmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!!!" Brian screamed as he unleashed his long pent up sperm. It felt as though his balls were exploding as he pumped his sperm deep into his loving wife. Their bodies trembled and shook as their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Finally, Brian's body fell heavily onto his wife. Then he rolled to the side, his rapidly shrinking penis slipping from her saturated hole. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. A minute later the two of them fell into a satisfied and exhausted sleep. Sara with a stranger's cum in her stomach and her husband's cum running from her satisfied hole and Brian with his balls empty, and his penis limp, lying uselessly on his thigh. Chapter 3 When Brian came downstairs the following morning, Sara was sitting at the table still in her dressing gown. By this time she was normally already dressed and ready for work. She didn't look up from the paper as he entered the kitchen. He walked quietly over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. As he turned and leaned against the counter, he began to worry that she might not feel well. Or worse yet, that she was upset by what had happened yesterday. She didn't look up from her newspaper when he walked over and sat down. "Aren't you going to say good morning?" Sara lowered her paper and smiled self-consciously at him. "Good morning," she whispered and her face flushed. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable about what had happened. However, Brian was in a good mood, only slightly embarrassed about his complicity in what had transpired. "Aren't you going to work today?" he asked, in an attempt to break the ice. "I thought I would take a vacation day." "Oh," Brian said. They normally took their vacation days together. "Sara, are you okay... with... you know... what happened last night?" Suddenly, she looked like she was going to cry. "I... I... don't know." Then tears started to form in her eyes. "I... I just..." she said and her voice trailed off and she started to sob. "Oh God Sara, I'm sorry," Brian said and quickly came around the table. He went to his knees and grabbed her hands in his. "I didn't mean for this to upset you. I love you so much. It was all my fault." He held her hands to his cheek and felt like crying himself. Sara looked shocked as she stared down at her husband. "You... you didn't mean to upset me? Brian, I'm the one that... that... did it." Her voice was almost a scream in total disbelief that Brian was blaming himself. "I encouraged you." Sara started to answer but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. The tears poured down her cheeks as her heart filled with love. She slipped from her chair until she was on her knees in front of him. "God I love you," she whispered as her lips met his. Brian was surprised but delighted by her reaction. He moaned, almost with relief and pulled her to him, his tongue entering her willing mouth. The kiss quickly turned passionate. Brian wrapped his arms around her as their tongues dueled. With a moan his hand found her soft breast under her robe. A second later he was searching for the opening and slipped his hand inside. Sara moaned as her excitement grew rapidly. She pushed Brian back until he was on the floor and she was lying on top of him. She stared down into his eyes as she reached down for the zipper of his pants. "I'll be late," Brian protested weakly as Sara pulled his hard penis from the opening. "Shhhh," she whispered as she moved her head down. A second later she took his penis into her mouth. "Ohhhh!!!" Brian moaned as he looked down and watched her begin to suck him. He could see her eyes looking up at him as her tongue worked on the pulsing head. Suddenly, he could imagine her lips wrapped around the stranger's penis last night. Another moan escaped him and he closed his eyes, chastising himself for imagining her with another man while she pleasured him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image from his mind. Strangely, the same vision flashed into Sara's mind. She moaned and sucked harder, her hand pumping the shaft in an attempt to banish the image. When she couldn't shake the image, she pulled away, bringing a moan from Brian. She stood up and looked down at her husband on the floor. With a smile filled with lust, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor, standing naked above him. She moved until her feet were on either side of his legs. Then she slowly squatted and reached for his penis. Brian's face was wild with passion now. He watched as his wife held his penis to her wet sex lips. Another moan escaped him as she took just the head into her hole. When he tried to push upward, she moved away and giggled. It was her turn to tease him. "Please!" he pleaded. She did it again and again, letting only the head enter her. It wasn't long before they were both mad with passion. Finally, she centered the head on her hole and pushed downward. "Ahhhhhh!!!" they both moaned as his penis slipped all the way into her body. A second later, Sara started to bounce up and down, groaning with pleasure. Finally, Brian lost the image of his wife sucking another man. Now all he saw was his gorgeous mate with her eyes closed in the throes of passion. He reached up and grasped her breasts. Sara opened her eyes and smiled at Brian as she moved up and down with a regular tempo. Her heart was pounding with excitement at the love she saw in his eyes. Suddenly, without warning, she began to climax. Below her, Brian could feel her trembling in pleasure as her vagina began to squeeze him. His excitement boiled over. "Oh God baby," he moaned as he joined her. When Sara felt him filling her with his sperm, her own climax intensified. She began to move up and down more rapidly. She grunted as waves of pleasure washed over her as she took all he had to offer. Her climax went on for a long time. Finally, Sara collapsed onto Brian's body, gasping for breath. When she could breathe again, she looked down at his face and smiled. "You had better change your pants and get going or you're going to be late for work." With that, she pulled away, letting his rapidly shrinking penis slip from her, followed by a gush of sperm. She smiled one last time at him before she picked up her robe and left the kitchen with his sperm streaming down her thighs. Brian lay exhausted on the kitchen floor for several minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. A smile was on his face as he pulled himself to his feet and shook his head. That was better than make-up sex, he thought, and they hadn't even had a fight. The smile was still on his face as he left the house for work. Chapter 4 It was nearly 11:00 AM when Brian's office phone rang. "Hello." "Hi sweetie," Sara said with a smile in her voice. "Hi." "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I enjoyed this morning. It's been a long time since we were that spontaneous." "I know. It was fun," Brian answered. He wondered why she was calling since they rarely talked at work. He figured it had to have something to do with what happened yesterday. "I've been thinking a lot this morning." "Uh oh," Brian laughed. "Seriously, I wanted to say that you are a wonderful husband. It's not many husbands that would... would let their wife do what... do what I have done in the past several months," Sara said, suddenly very nervous. She had thought all morning about what she was going to say and even practiced it, but now she found the words hard to say. Brian was silent for a moment. He said, "It's not one sided or even altruistic. I get as much, maybe more, pleasure than you." "I'm beginning to realize that. Still, it's hard to believe that you like the thought of me with another man. I would go crazy if I thought you were with another woman." "I don't want another woman," Brian said and added, "You're plenty for me." He laughed self-consciously. Sara laughed nervously too and paused. Finally she said, "Brian, I know that the phone is not the proper place to talk about this but I just couldn't wait until you got home. Things went pretty far with the guy from the party and I think we need to discuss where all this is going." "I thought we had. We agreed that it was fun and had spiced up our relationship," Brian said, trying not to sound defensive. Then, when Sara didn't say anything he asked, "Do you want it to end?" "No!" she answered a little too quickly and in a voice louder than necessary. She caught herself and said, "I mean... I mean it has made our love life much more exciting. But, how far do we let it go?" "How far do you want it to go?" Brian threw the question back to her. "I don't know. I know that I love you and that I don't ever want it to hurt our relationship." "We won't let it. I love you too. Listen, why don't we talk about this when I get home." "Okay. But Brian, I... I got a call from Terry. You know, the guy from the party." The words came out in a rush. She obviously didn't want to end the conversation before she told him. "What did he want?" Brian asked as if he didn't already know the answer to that. "Uh... he wanted to know if I... if I wanted to go out with him Friday night." Suddenly Brian realized that this was the real reason for the call in the middle of the morning. For a moment he felt a sudden anger rising. Sara had been prodding him without telling him the real purpose of her call. However, the anger just as quickly changed to excitement. "What did you tell him?" he asked in a non-committal tone. "I said that I would let him know." "Do you want to?" Brian felt a stirring in his pants. "Only if you want me too." "That's not fair Sara," Brian said tensely. She was the one bringing this up and he felt like she was trying to have him make the decision. "You're right. Yes, I would like to go out with him. But, but I'm scared." "Of what?" "Everything. I barely know the guy and I'm not sure I'm ready for what he wants. I'm still not sure you are ready either." Brian started to say that he was more than ready but decided to wait. For some reason he didn't want to appear over eager. The thought was incredibly exciting to him, however he wanted Sara to be ready too. He said, "Let me think about it and we'll talk when I get home." "Okay," Sara said. She couldn't tell what Brian was thinking but she knew enough not to push it now. "I love you sweetheart." "I love you too. See you tonight." When Brian walked into the house at six forty-five, the house was unusually quiet. "Sara," he called out but didn't hear an answer. He walked through the living room to the dining room. He saw that the lights were turned down and that there were lit candles on the table and it was set with their best china and crystal. Brian heard something behind him and turned around. "Hi sweetie." Sara stood in the doorway smiling at her surprised husband. She had on a low cut and short cocktail dress. Most of her thighs and breasts were uncovered. The rest of her was barely covered by the tight black dress that had a split up the side, clear to her waist. Her hair was freshly styled and she had makeup on. Her lipstick was bright red and she had on blue eye shadow. Brian had never seen the dress she was wearing. Suddenly he realized that she looked like a hooker. A smile came to his face. "What's going on?" "I just thought you would enjoy a little TLC after working so hard today." Brian almost laughed. He had barely gotten any work done today, especially after their conversation. Another smile came to his lips as he put down his briefcase and opened his arms. Sara practically ran to him. They hugged warmly and then kissed. Brian's penis was already hard and pressing to his wife's stomach. He was ready to take her right there. However, she pushed him away and spun around and then said, "Do you like?" Brian's eyes were swimming in excitement as he stared as his wife. He could see that the top barely covered the nipples of her breast and that the bottom was only inches from revealing her vagina. The split up the side showed that she wasn't wearing panties. "I love it!" "Do I look like your little slut?" "Mmmm," Brian moaned and tried to pull her into his arms. Sara held him back. "Why don't you shower and change and I'll have a cocktail waiting for you." Brian pulled her to him again and kissed her. "I don't know if I can wait that long." When Sara pushed him back again he said, "Okay," and reluctantly went upstairs. A few seconds later he was in the shower. As he washed himself, he thought of what was waiting downstairs and his penis began to harden. He lathered up his crotch and used his hand to stroke his rapidly swelling shaft. Suddenly, in his mind he saw Sara with Terry. Sara was wearing the same dress and they were in an embrace. He felt his legs tremble in excitement as he watched the older man's hands slip under the short dress and squeeze her sweet ass cheeks. When he felt his balls begin to churn, he stopped his hand movement. He wasn't going to waste it in the shower-he had a better place for his cum. When Brian came back downstairs, Sara was waiting. She handed him a drink and led him to the sofa. Then she snuggled next to him. The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes. Brian felt the strong drink begin to relax him. He turned to Sara and said, "So is this what you're going to wear on Friday night?" Sara's eyes lit up and she smiled broadly. "I don't know. Maybe I'll wear nothing at all," she said and then laughed. Her hand slipped down to Brian's already tented pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. She began to move her hand. However, Brian stopped her. He saw her surprised look and said, "I was thinking about our conversation today, especially what you said about being scared. I made a phone call to Patrick today." Brian paused as he thought of his friend. Sara looked at him strangely. Patrick had been Brian's best friend in college but they hadn't seen each other in six months, since the funeral. Actually, Patrick was more than Brian's best friend. He had been madly in love with Sara. Sara and he had dated while she was also dating Brian. Surprisingly the two men kept their friendship while competing for Sara's affections. Fortunately for Brian, Sara had chosen him to date exclusively and eventually to marry. It was a difficult decision for Sara because both of them were handsome and fun loving. Brian seemed to be the more mature of the two. After college, Patrick had moved to the West Coast and married his high school sweetheart. Tragically, there had been an auto accident six months ago and, while Patrick was injured, his wife died. Brian had gone out for a week after the funeral to be with his friend. Since then Brian had tried to stay in touch because he knew his friend was taking the loss very hard. The question in Sara's mind bubbled over and she asked, "What does Patrick have to do with this?" Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 01 "Well, I was thinking about inviting him out for a week or two," Brian said and paused. When he saw that Sara was still confused he said, "You know that Brian was madly in love with you and probably still is." "So?" Brian realized that he was going to have to spell it out. "You said you were scared. I thought that maybe someone you knew would be easier for the first time." Sara's eyes opened in surprise. "He's... your best friend," she gasped. "That's what makes it perfect. You like him, he likes you... don't you see?" "Wow," Sara said when she couldn't find any other words. "If you don't want to do anything with him then he can just come out to visit. He is still hurting and it would be good for him to get away. He hasn't even dated since the funeral." Brian could see the wheels turning in Sara's head. He knew that she would eventually see the logic. Finally, a smile crossed her face. "Let me think about it," she said, using the same words he had used earlier when they spoke about her date with Terry. However, Brian knew that there wasn't a lot to think about-she just didn't want to seem overeager. Brian pulled Sara to him and their lips went together passionately. He felt Sara pressing her hips to his and his hands reached down and grasped her sexy ass. Dinner was forgotten as their passion grew. A few minutes later they were naked and consumed in passion. Sara's mind flashed back and forth between Patrick and Terry. As she climaxed, she envisioned both men making love to her at the same time. Amazingly, Brian had a similar image in his mind. Only he was sitting in a chair watching his wife make love to the two men. Chapter 5 Sara was scheduled to meet Terry at a bar downtown at eight. She had been incredibly nervous all day. While she and Brian had agreed that she wouldn't go "all the way" with Terry, she realized that the responsibility was hers. In fact, Brain seemed more comfortable than she was that she could control the situation. However, it occurred to her that he might not mind if she did give in. Brian was in the living room watching TV when Sara came down. "Very nice," he said when he saw her choice of dress. "You don't think that I'm over dressed do you?" she asked nervously. "Not at all," Brian said as he stared at his beautiful wife. She was wearing a soft summer dress that had a low cut bodice with spaghetti straps straining to hold up her substantial breasts. It was made of thin yellow cotton and looked wonderful with her tanned skin. Her dark and hard nipples were clearly visible, attesting to her excitement. It was also very short, revealing a substantial portion of her smooth thighs. She wasn't wearing nylons and Brian wondered if she had on panties. On her feet she had four-inch high heels. "Turn around," Brian said. Sara spun around and looked over her shoulder at him. "Very, very sexy. If I were Terry, I might rape you." Suddenly, Sara looked concerned. "I meant figuratively," Brian added quickly. "I know but... I... I'm as nervous as a teenager on her first date," she said and then added, "God, I can't believe I'm doing this." "It's not too late to back out." "Do you want me to?" "No," Brian said and stood up to pull her into his arms. His hands slipped down her back until they reached her soft ass cheeks. He started to kiss her but she resisted. "My makeup," she said. "Right. I suppose it will get messed up later though," he laughed. Then with a smile he slowly pulled her dress up in back. He was almost disappointed when he found that she was wearing panties. Sara saw the look and said, "I can't be that easy. You don't want him to think that I am a complete slut do you?" "Well...." They both laughed. Brian walked his wife to the door and kissed her cheek. "Be good. I'll be waiting for you." "I love you," she whispered and then turned and left. Brian took a deep breath and then sighed; it was going to be a long night for him. He headed back to the living room and sat down in his favorite chair. He picked up a book and settled back for a long evening. The bar was crowded as Sara entered. She saw the eyes of many of the men, and some women, on her as she walked in. She strained her eyes in the dark and smoky room. For a minute she thought that Terry wasn't there. Then she saw him waving to her from a booth. Her heart started to pound as she walked over nervously, her legs feeling like rubber. The handsome man with graying hair smiled at her and stood up. "I didn't think you were coming." "It's only eight fifteen. A girl shouldn't be too eager you know." "I know but... well, I'm glad you came. What do you want to drink?" "Something with lots of alcohol." Terry smiled, his teeth shinning brightly. "I know what you mean. I've had two already to settle my nerves." The comment surprised Sara and she showed it. "This is not something I've done before," he said to her unasked question. "I'm guessing it's the same for you." "That's true," Sara answered, feeling her tension start to wane. It somehow made her more comfortable that he wasn't experienced. However, she knew that he could be lying to her. As they waited for Sara's drink, Terry told her about himself. He was an architect at a large engineering firm and had worked there for twenty years. He was originally from Canada but was now an American citizen. She had detected a slight accent. Sara found Terry quite charming but, surprisingly, somewhat shy. She told him a little about herself, leaving out some major details. She wasn't sure how much she should share. After all this was just a little fling. She figured that it wasn't necessary to tell him that she was married; he already knew that. Besides, both of them were wearing wedding rings. Terry reached over and took Sara's hand. "I don't know about you but I am very nervous. It has been a long time since I have been out on a date." "Me too," Sara said shyly. "I also have to admit that I though long and hard about calling you. I picked up the phone ten times and hung it up. I couldn't get you off my mind after what happened at the party. It was incredibly exciting." "It was for me as well." Sara's face colored slightly and she felt her panties begin to get wet. Terry looked into Sara's eyes and paused as if he were searching for words. "Does... does your husband know where you are right now?" The question shocked Sara. She just assumed that he would think she was looking for a little fun behind her husband's back. Suddenly, she didn't know what to say. "For some strange reason, I think that he does." Sara nodded her head. "That's okay with me. In fact, it's great. Your husband is a lucky man." Sara got an incredulous look on her face. "No, really. I've always wanted my wife to do something like this. We even got close one time. She fooled around with one of my best friends at a party. But that was years ago." Terry could see that Sara didn't look like she believed him. He decided to change the subject. "Did I say how sexy you look tonight?" "Thank you," Sara answered shyly. "Would you like to dance?" "I'd love to." Three dances later they returned to the booth. They were laughing and talking like old friends as Terry slid in next to Sara, their thighs touching. A second later she felt his warm hand on her thigh. A tremor went through her as his fingers caressed her through her thin summer dress. As the waitress came over, Terry's hand found the warm flesh inside her knee. Without thinking, Sara opened her legs enough to allow his hand to move upward until his fingers were on the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. When she saw the waitress looking, she closed her thighs quickly, trapping his hand to stop it from going higher. The waitress smiled knowingly, then took the order and left. Sara knew that the waitress had seen where Terry's hand was. However, instead of embarrassment she grew more excited. Gradually she released the pressure on the hand and allowed it to move higher. Her face flushed at her boldness. Then a little moan escaped her lips when his fingers touched the gusset of her now wet panties. Her eyes glazed over as the searching fingers found the elastic of the leg band and slipped underneath. Sara's body stiffened but she didn't close her thighs. "Terry," she gasped when she felt his fingers touch her swollen lips. Her eyes closed and she gripped her drink tightly in her fingers and tried to act calm. Suddenly her heart was pounding in her chest and her breath was becoming labored. A smile crossed Terry's his face when she opened her thighs willing, giving him free access to her vagina. He searched her now swollen inner lips until he found the opening and then slipped a finger inside. He felt her tremble and her hole pulsed and squeezed his now active finger. Then he added a second finger, pushing both as deeply as the position would allow. Sara tensed when she saw the waitress coming back with their drinks and whispered, "Terry!" Terry ignored her protest and kept his hand between her legs. Sara could see the waitress's eyes staring between her legs again. There was obvious envy on her face. Terry pulled his now wet fingers slowly from between her legs. He looked at the waitress and said, "Thank you." She sat the fresh drinks down and took the empty glasses and reluctantly left. "I think she likes you," Terry whispered. "Me?" "Yeah. I can always tell." Terry smiled as he took a sip of his drink and watched the waitress until she was out of sight. Sara's face flushed with the realization and another tremor went through her. She had never thought that way about another woman. It occurred to her that there were a lot of thoughts she was having that she had never had before. Terry turned to Sara and looked into her eyes. Slowly his mouth moved toward hers. Sara moaned as their lips met. She opened her mouth and let his tongue inside. As they kissed, she felt Terry reach for her hand. Another little moan escaped her lips when she felt his wet fingers on her on. She felt him gently rub her own juice across her fingers. Suddenly she was squirming in her seat. The seam of her panties had slipped between her lips and was rubbing on her swollen clit. Terry was staring into Sara's eyes as he slowly brought her now wet fingers to his lips. His tongue came out and he licked the juice from her fingers. Then, he pulled her lips to his again. They both moaned. When Terry broke the kiss, he whispered, "We had better get out of here before we get arrested." Sara took one last drink before she slid out of the booth and they left. She allowed Terry to pull her close as they waited for the valet to bring his car. "What about my car?" Sara asked as Terry's Lexus was brought around. "We'll come back to get it. Are you hungry?" Terry asked as he waited for her to get into the car. "Uh... no, not really," Sara answered. She was far too excited to think about something to eat. "I'll call and cancel the reservations." Terry came around and got into the driver's seat. "Would you like to just park somewhere and talk?" Sara knew that they wouldn't park and talk. However, that was fine with her. "Yes," she said. A few minutes later they were on the highway. They drove for several miles toward home before pulling off the main road and onto a dirt road. They drove for a minute and turned into a grassy opening surrounded by trees. "It's an old farm. No one will bother us here, because I own it," Terry said to Sara's unasked question. As soon as they were stopped, Terry placed his hand behind Sara's head and pulled her lips to his. A second later his hand came up to caress one soft breast. A moan escaped Terry's lips as he felt the hard nipple in the palm of his hand. Sara reached up and slipped the strap of her dress down her shoulder, uncovering her breast. She moaned as Terry kneaded her breast as his lips devoured hers. When Terry pulled back and began to kiss down her neck, she placed her hand on his head. She let him kiss the hot skin of her neck and down to her chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind. "Oh God," she gasped when his lips caught her nipple. At the same time she felt him pulling her other strap down until both breasts were free. Terry moaned as well as he lost himself in her soft flesh. He was a very oral lover and loved to please a woman that way. However, his wife no longer seemed to be interested in his oral skills. He sucked first one nipple and then the other. He even pressed them both together so that he could lick both nipples at the same time. "God I love your breasts," he gasped. Sara was moaning constantly now. Her thighs squeezed together on her very swollen sex lips and her ass squirmed on the seat. She had never had her breasts treated like this before. Electric shocks ran from her nipples all the way to her vagina. Incredibly Sara felt like she might climax from the breast stimulation alone. Then, when Terry gently bit one nipple and squeezed the other tightly in his fingers, she did climax. It wasn't an earth shattering climax but rather one that made her tremble with a flush of warmth that radiated from her breasts to her vagina and back again. When Terry felt it he doubled his efforts, sucking and squeezing her breasts until the tremors slowed and then stopped. He pulled back and saw that Sara's eyes were closed. "Would you like to get in the back?" Sara opened her eyes. She bit her lip in indecision. "I... I don't know if I'm ready to... to go all the way." That may have been the most difficult words she had ever uttered. She wanted desperately to make love to this man. Still, there was something stopping her. "That's okay," Terry whispered. "We won't go any further than you want. I promise." Slowly Sara nodded her head. "Wait a minute, I have a better idea," Terry said. He got out of the car and opened the trunk. When he came around to Sara's side of the car he was carrying a blanket. He opened the door for her and said, "It's a beautiful evening." When the blanket was spread on the grass, Terry took Sara in his arms again. As their lips met, he pushed her dress down her body and let it drop at her feet. Now she stood practically naked in just her panties and heels. A gently summer breeze caressed her body and she shivered, but not from being cold. She couldn't believe she was almost naked outdoors. It was the first time since she was a small girl. Terry pulled his lips from Sara and whispered, "Let me pleasure you." With that he slipped to his knees in front of her. He moved his head forward and gently kissed her stomach, making little goose bumps appear on her soft skin. He kissed over the skimpy material of her panties until his lips touched her covered sex. Sara's hips pushed forward as she felt Terry's mouth on the now soaked crotch of her panties. Then she gasped when he sucked the material and her swollen lips into his mouth. "Oh God," she moaned. As the accumulated juice in her panties filled his mouth with sweetness Terry reached up and placed his fingers into the waistband. With one quick motion he pulled the panties to her ankles. His mouth moved quickly back to her dripping vagina. "Ohhhh!!!" Sara moaned and her knees began to buckle at the thrill of his lips on her swollen flesh consumed her. Terry felt her reaction and helped her to lie on the blanket. When she was on her back looking up at him, he smiled. Then he bent to kiss her neck before working down to her breasts. However, it didn't spend a lot of time there this time. He kissed across her now heaving chest and down to her stomach. Without her willing it, Sara's legs opened and her hips lifted from the blanket. Terry smiled and pressed her back down, continuing his slow journey. However, before he reached her center he pulled back. Sara's eyes opened wide when she felt him getting between her legs. A rush of panic went through her when she realized that he might be getting into position to penetrate her. The panic must have shown on her face because before she could protest, Terry lifted her legs upward until her thighs were pressed to her breast. Then he moved his stomach and bent his head and began to kiss down her thigh. "Oh God," Sara moaned as his lips neared her sex again. She was having difficulty breathing now. Terry paused and gazed down at the swollen sex of the beautiful woman. He could see her juice shinning on her lips in the bright moonlight. He could smell her fragrance as it mixed with the sweet smells of summer around them. The combination made his head spin as his mouth moved toward her throbbing lips. His head dropped and his mouth opened. "Ahhhhheeee!" Sara screamed, her voice echoing across the night breeze. Her hands reached out in reflex and grabbed Terry's head. Her fingers entwined in his hair and she pulled his mouth down and lifted her hips. Suddenly it felt like his mouth was devouring her. He was sucking and licking voraciously, his tongue plunging deep before his mouth sucked her lips inside. Sara had never felt anything like it. The naughtiness of what she was doing, the sensual feeling of being naked outside and the skill of her new lover was making the juice pour out of her like never before. She threw her head back and forth and moaned incoherently as she rushed toward another climax. Terry would have smiled but his mouth was otherwise busy. He couldn't believe what a sensuous woman he had found. He used his tongue to find all the right spots, licking her from her hole to the swollen clit and back again until soon his mouth and chin were dripping with juice. At one point Terry pushed Sara's legs up until she was almost doubled over on her shoulders. Sara opened her eyes to see him leering down at her exposed crotch. She watched as his head moved downward as if in slow motion, expecting to feel his mouth on her vagina again. "Oh my Goddddd!!!" she screamed when his tongue found her puckered rose instead. Terry stiffened his tongue and forced it into her back passage. Sara opened her mouth as if to scream but nothing but a gasp came out. She could feel the muscles inside her anal canal resisting as if trying to force the intruder out. However, her lover would not be denied. He pressed harder until his tongue was deep inside her dark passage. Then she felt him begin to plunge it in and out before sucking the ring into his mouth like a vacuum. She saw a shooting star streak across the night sky and a second later she became that shooting star. She locked her thighs around Terry's head, her high heels digging into his back as she began to convulse in pleasure. Finally, a scream left her mouth as fireworks went off in her head. Terry hung on, his sucking lips never leaving her hole. It could feel the tiny ring puckering in his mouth pulses of pleasure went through her. Sara's climax went on for a long time. Each time she thought she was done, Terry would find a new place and she would begin to convulse again. Amazingly, she had never climaxed more than once in a session. Nor had she ever had her ass sucked. It was a night of firsts for her. When Terry felt Sara's trembling diminish he moved his mouth from her still pulsing rear hole. Lovingly he kissed the tiny hole before moving his mouth to her wet thighs, licking up her juice. He could hear Sara moaning softly above him, almost as if she were in pain. However, he knew better. Chapter 6 Brian was sitting in the family room reading but his mind wasn't on the book he had on his lap. He was like a father impatiently waiting for his daughter to return from her first date. However, the visions in his mind were nothing like a father thinking of his daughter. He could see his loving wife lying naked in the arms of a strange man with the stranger's penis throbbing and waiting to enter her. His own penis had barely been soft all night and he fought the urge to masturbate. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 01 He looked at the clock and saw that it was after midnight. It occurred to him that they might have already consummated their relationship. At that very moment, Sara was in the process of unbuckling Terry's pants. She was on her knees and still naked as she slowly slipped his pants to his ankles. Her hands began to tremble as she reached up to pull down his underwear. Just inches in front of her eyes she could see the huge tent the large shaft made in his shorts. With a deep breath she pulled the shorts down, letting the penis spring forward. "Oh my," she gasped as the large shaft and swollen balls appeared. It was truly the largest penis she had ever seen. When she had given him oral sex the last time, it had been hurried and she was worried about being caught. Now she wanted to take her time-to enjoy teasing him. "Lay down," she whispered. Terry hurried to take off his shirt and lay down. Sara knelt between Terry's legs and reached out with trembling hands to grasp his throbbing penis. She wrapped her hands around it and had plenty left over above her fists. She pumped her hands up and down several times and watched his clear juice begin to stream from the large slit. Then she watched in fascination as the juice trickled down the shaft as if in slow motion and crossed her fingers. She used her finger to smear it across the swollen head and when she lifted her finger, spider webs of juice clung to the swollen crown. The bright moon made the clear juice sparkle. With one hand still around the shaft, Sara lifted Terry's large balls with the other. She was truly amazed by the size and weight of the twin orbs. They filled the palm of her hand with some left over and she could actually feel them moving, squirming in her palm. Then, almost as if she were drawn to them, she bent her head and stuck out her tongue. A smile came to her lips when she heard Terry moan. Her tongue worked a wet path across the wrinkled surface and down below. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and forced one testicle inside. It filled her mouth and stretched her cheeks. She began to suck. "Oh Jesus," Terry moaned as he felt her sucking him. He lifted up and squirmed as her tongue tickled the swollen orb inside her mouth. Sara released that one and took the other one inside and did the same thing. When she was done, both balls were dripping with her saliva. She continued to caress them with her fingers as she brought her tongue to the shaft. Slowly she licked up and down the hot skin until it too was covered in her saliva. She pumped her hand slowly up and down the now wet shaft and felt him tremble. Sara sensed that Terry was close to a climax and was careful not to pump his shaft too hard or fast. She was truly enjoying teasing him. It had been quite a while since she had spent this much time on oral sex. Brian always liked it when she sucked him but it was always a preliminary to other things. Tonight, she was going to take her time. When Sara moved around to Terry's side, he looked up at her. She smiled and lay down on the blanket and placed her head on his stomach. Now his penis was pointing directly at her face. She grasped the shaft again and pumped it slowly as she watched the head fill with blood with each stroke. It looked like it was going to explode and was dripping a steady stream of his juice. After watching in fascination for a few minutes, she stuck out her tongue until it was in the path of the running stream of excitement. When the juice hit her tongue, it changed direction and began to trickle into her mouth. "Mmmmm," Sara moaned as the sweet juice entered her mouth. She swallowed and stuck out her tongue for more. Terry's breath was ragged and his chest heaved as his excitement grew almost out of control. His fingers gripped the blanket beneath him tightly. Finally, Sara had to have his penis in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and moved her head down. "Oh my God," Terry moaned and lifted his hips, ready to shoot his load. Before he could climax, Sara pulled back. She licked the head and then lifted the shaft so that she could tease the sensitive skin under the crown. Then she sucked the head inside again and pumped the shaft with a few quick strokes. Terry's legs tightened as he fought for control. Sara almost giggled as she felt Terry struggling below her. She was enjoying driving him mad and was going to make him wait a long time for relief. However, she miscalculated and as she tickled the head with her tongue she heard him moan loudly. Suddenly, the slit in the head of his penis opened and the shaft pulsed. Without warning, a torrent of white cream shot from the opening and hit Sara directly in the face. The force of the blast startled her and she squealed and drew back. Then she quickly opened her mouth. However, before she could get the head inside, another squirt shot out and arched over her head, splattering across her hair and onto Terry's chest. Finally she got her mouth over the pulsing head and the next blast went directly into her mouth. She closed her lips around the head and began to pump the shaft rapidly. Her throat worked quickly and she swallowed repeatedly sucking his sweet cream into her stomach. When Sara lifted her head, she felt Terry's cum running down her face. She turned to him and saw that he was lying with his arm across his eyes. When she moved toward him, he moved his arm from across his face and smiled at her. "That was... ammmmmaaaazing," he gasped. "I don't think I have ever climaxed for that long." Then he held his arms open to her. "Uh... I need something to clean up with." "Not yet," Terry said and pulled her face toward his. He moaned as her cum wet lips touched his. Sara could feel her vagina throb as the cum on her lips smeared across his. With a moan she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Terry sucked her tongue and lips until the juice had disappeared. Sara pulled away and smiled at him. "I still need something to clean up with," she giggled as his juice trickled across her nose and down her cheek. Terry handed her his shirt. Sara did the best she could to clean up but it was impossible to clean the cum out of her hair. Then she fell into his arms and lay against his chest. She could still feel his rapid breathing. They stayed like that for a long time, enjoying the warm afterglow of satisfying sex. Finally Sara pulled away and said, "I guess we had better get going." "Okay," Terry said. They were quiet as they got dressed and started back to pick up Sara's car. When Sara got out she leaned back inside and kissed Terry. He said, "Thanks. I had a wonderful evening. It was amazing." "Me too," she whispered and smiled before she hurried to her car. Brian's head was back on the chair and his eyes were closed. The book he had been reading had fallen to the floor. The turning of the key in the front door brought him from his slumber. He sat up startled and turned toward the door. The door opened and Sara walked into the house. Before she took another step she leaned back against the door and sighed. Suddenly, Brian sucked in his breath and his eyes opened wide. Sara was a mess. The pretty dress was wrinkled and it appeared to be soiled. Her beautifully styled hair was in ruin. "Are you all right?" Brian asked excitedly as he jumped up from the chair, fearing that she had been attacked. Sara continued to lean against the door. A broad smile came to her face and she nodded her head up and down. "You look a mess. What happened?" Brian said as he rushed over to her. "It okay sweetie," she said when she saw his worried look. "I'll tell you all about it. Can you get me something to drink?" Brian helped her over to the sofa and then hurried to the bar. He came back with a glass of Scotch with ice and handed it to her. He sat down next to her quickly. "Thank you," she said as she took a big drink. "So what happened?" Brian asked anxiously. "Hold on sweetie, let me get my breath." Sara took a deep breath as she leaned back on the sofa. She took another drink before she spoke. "Well, we went out for drinks and talked. He is a really nice guy. He's an architect and is originally from Canada." Brian wanted to say "Get to the good part," but instead he waited. "Then instead of going to dinner, we cancelled the reservations and went parking like a couple of teenagers." "Did you... you know...?" Brian couldn't wait anymore. "No we didn't screw," Sara said before he could finish the question. "He has the most wonderful mouth though. I think he ate me for an hour or more." Brian felt his penis begin to twitch at her words. "My pussy is going to be sore for a week." Brian's eyes grew wide. "Let me show you," Sara said and pulled herself from the sofa. She slowly pulled her short dress up, gradually revealing her well-eaten vagina. "Oh my God," Brian gasped. He had never seen her vagina as swollen or as red. The outer lips were still puffy but the inner lips were positively huge. They were protruding from the inner ones and it almost appeared that they were still pulsing. He reached his hand out to touch her and she jumped back. "I sorry sweetie but it's too sensitive." Sara saw Brian's look of disappointment. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you in another way and then I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Okay?" "All right," Brian responded, somewhat disappointed. Sara smiled down at him and said, "Sit back and I'll tell you what happened." Brian begrudgingly sat back and watched his wife get to her knees. "Well, we went to an old farm out off Burlington Pike," Sara said as she began to open Brian's pants. "It actually belongs to Terry. We started to make out in the car but then he suggested that we use a blanket." As Brian watched and listened, Sara pulled his half-erect penis out of his pants. She stopped talking for a second to suck it into her mouth. It didn't take her long before his penis was fully hard. "Then, he ate me. Brian, I climaxed for so long that I thought it was never going to end. He teased me and sucked me until I was screaming continuously. But, you know what the most amazing thing was..." Sara said and stopped licking Brian's penis. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at her husband. "The most amazing thing was that he... he actually sucked my asshole! God, I went off like an explosion." "Oh Jesus," Brian moaned. He had always wanted to do that to Sara but figured that she would think it was too gross. "He sucked it and tongued it until I almost passed out," Sara said dreamily. "You'll have to do that to me soon." Brian moaned and trembled at the thought. Sara began to suck him again as she pumped his shaft with her hand. Brian's head began to spin with excitement. He could almost see Terry's head buried between the sweet cheeks of his wife's sexy ass. Suddenly, his balls began to churn as he neared his peak. Sara wasn't ready to let him climax yet. She pulled her mouth from the throbbing head of his penis, but kept her hand around the shaft. Slowly she pumped him as she blew warm air on his already hot penis. Brian moaned in frustration and lifted his hips from the sofa. "Not yet sweetie. I want to tell you how I sucked him off. You want to hear what your sweet little slut did, don't you?" Brian couldn't answer. His mouth was open as he gasped for breath. However, he desperately wanted to hear so he settled back down and watched as his wife gently flicked her tongue across the slit in the head. "Terry was ready to cum, just like you. I teased him for a long time, licking the drooling head," Sara said, licking Brian like she had done to Terry. "Unfortunately, I didn't realize how close he was to climaxing." Sara giggled. "You should have seen it. The head grew to twice the normal size, I swear. Then before I could open my mouth it shot off directly into my face. Then the second shot went over my head and into my hair." Brian's eyes opened wide as he looked at the top of his wife's head and saw that her hair was matted. He hadn't noticed that before. His fingers were a fraction of an inch from where Terry's cum had landed. An incredible wave of electricity rushed through him. "Oh God," he moaned and his hips lifted from the sofa again. Sara pulled back and looked up into her husband's lust contorted face. "He came right into your little slut's face. Then I drank everything he had. Do you want to cum in my face too?" A naughty smile crossed her face. "Ohhhh God yes!" Brian moaned. Suddenly, Sara was excited again. She pulled her husband's pulsing penis down until it was pointed at her face. Her lips pursed together as she began to move her hand purposefully up and down his shaft. Her face was a mask of concentration as she watched the little slit open and close, almost like a fish's mouth. There was a steady stream of clear juice running out. Brian's heart was pounding in his chest like never before. His head was spinning and his mouth was suddenly very dry. He gasped for breath as his balls prepared to send his cum hurling at his wife's waiting face. "Ohhhhhhh Jesusssssss!!!" he screamed as his penis lurched. Sara squealed as the little slit expanded and his shaft throbbed in her hand and shot his thick cum directly at her face. Luckily she closed her eyes before it hit. The white cream splattered on her eyelids and across her cheek. The second shot hit her forehead and flew into her hair. It was even harder than the first. Another blast of cum hit her and then another, covering her face in his white cream. Almost immediately it began to run in tiny rivers down her cheeks. Finally the pulsing slowed until there was only a trickle cum running from the head. Brian lay sprawled on the sofa with his head back and his mouth open, gasping for breath. He was too exhausted to move. Sara stared up at her husband in amazement. She had never seen him cum so much. His juice was dripping from her cheeks and chin and onto her chest in long gobs. There was even a large gob running off her nose. "I think I need a shower now," she whispered. She stood up on unsteady legs and smiled down at her husband. Brian smiled back weakly. He was just a little embarrassed by what he had done. However, Sara had encouraged it. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." Sara held her hand out to her husband and they walked upstairs. To be continued... Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02 Part II Chapter 1 Sara was excited and very nervous as she wondered around the house aimlessly, straightening up and moving pillows from one chair to another. She finished cleaning the already clean living room and sat down with a glass of wine and tried to relax. Patrick's plane was due in at 3 P.M. and Brian was at the airport waiting. She had tried all day to occupy herself but nothing seemed to keep her mind from slipping back to images of what might happen with Patrick. Brian, on the other hand, had gone to play golf in the morning and seemed to be more than comfortable with Patrick coming to stay with them for two weeks. He didn't seem to have the same reservations about what this could mean to their relationship. Still, in spite of her concerns, Sara was looking forward to Patrick's visit with great excitement. It had been so long since she had seen him. Her thoughts slipped back to the college years; back to a time when she was carefree and the worst thing she had to worry about was the upcoming chemistry test. In those days, while Brian was special to her, she had resisted his desire for her to date him exclusively. She was having too much fun playing the field to be tied down to one guy. Still, while she dated a number of guys, she wasn't a total slut and was very selective about who she slept with. Sure she had a few one night stands, but every girl that she knew did that occasionally, especially when they had a little too much to drink. Before she settled on Brian though, Patrick was the only other guy that she dated more than a few times. He was handsome, charming and nearly irresistible. However, they had never actually gone all the way. There were several times where they had petted heavily and had given each other pleasure with their hands. To this day, Sara didn't know why she hadn't slept with either of them. It was most likely because she liked them both so much and couldn't bear to hurt either one. The ringing phone startled Sara from her deep thoughts. It was Brian telling her that they were on their way home. When Sara hung up, she sat back again and took a big drink of her wine. Her hand was trembling. Settle down, she told herself... Brian said it would be okay. He seemed to be so calm about all of this. But for many reasons she couldn't take this step casually. Just a few short months ago she would have laughed at anyone that said she would ever sleep with another man besides her husband. Yet, if everything worked out, that's exactly what she was going to do. As Sara thought about what she had done sexually in the last several months and what she was about to do, she felt excitement building again. The half bottle of wine she had already consumed had something to do with it. Wine always made her especially amorous. Then, suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, her thoughts drifted to Terry. A little chill went though her. He had called yesterday and wanted to go out, reminding her of the fun they had had the last time. She had put him off gently, telling him they would get together again soon. While Brian said it was okay to go out with him again and even encouraged her, she wanted to focus on Patrick right now. Suddenly Sara's face flushed. Here she was thinking of sex with two men, neither of them her husband. Brian called her his "sweet little slut." Maybe she was a slut she thought... sweet or otherwise. Brian and Patrick laughed and joked as they drove away from the airport and entered the expressway. It was as if time had stood still; they talked about their college days, the girls and the wild parties. It seemed liked yesterday but also like a thousand years ago. They both knew that things were very different today. Both of them had married and gone their separate ways after college. Then, six months ago, almost to the day, tragedy had struck Patrick when his wife had died in an auto accident... in a car that he was driving. While the physical scars had healed for Patrick, the mental one probably never would. "So how are you doing now Patrick?" Brian asked, changing the tone of the conversation to more serious matters. "Okay I guess," Patrick answered with a touch of sadness in his voice. Then he turned and gazed out the window and his eyes began to tear. He wasn't doing well at all. The tragedy had struck him very hard and while he desperately wanted to move on, it was almost impossible. Everywhere he looked in the house he was reminded of his life before that day. Now he was hoping that this vacation would give him a little reprieve from his grief. It was going to be great to be with good friends. Brian was like a brother to him and Sara... well, he was looking forward to seeing Sara again. After all these years and the shock of recent events, he could still feel excitement at the thought of her. However, he could also feel the sting of her rejection of him. In truth, he had been madly in love with Sara. However, he had never let her know or let it spoil his relationship with Brian. Brian had won her and he and Sara seemed very happy now. "Sara is so excited about your visit," Brian said, interrupting Patrick's thoughts in order to change the subject to a more pleasant topic. "Really?" "Yes! I can't believe it myself, but she always had a thing for you," Brian laughed. Then he added, "Truthfully... I think she still does." Patrick chose to ignore the last comment and said, "Yeah, but she chose you." Suddenly he wanted to take the words back. It sounded too much like he was a sore loser. "I know it was a tough decision for her," Brian said seriously. "I only beat you out by the skin of my teeth." "I always wondered what she saw in you," Patrick returned with a laugh, his mood suddenly improving at the thought of Sara. "Maybe I have a bigger dick!" "Yeah, right! In your dreams," Patrick shot back. He paused for a moment and then said, "You know Patrick, I've always wondered something." He paused again, suddenly very nervous. He knew that he needed to be careful about his next comment. "What?" "Did... did you two guys... ever... ever sleep together." Brian knew the answer to that question already, or at least he thought he did, since Sara had said she hadn't. "Hey man, I can't answer that question... she's your wife." "You did! You slept with her!" Brian exclaimed. "No I didn't," Patrick returned quickly. "We never had sex." That wasn't exactly the truth. He added, "Well... we never slept together anyway." Before he thought though, he said, "Not that I didn't want to." He could feel a sudden twinge of excitement. "I asked her but she would never tell me," Brian lied. "However, sometimes I think she sees you when we make love." Patrick was stunned and he didn't say anything; he didn't know how to respond to that statement. Brian sensed how uncomfortable Patrick was at that point and added, "Listen man, I'm not the jealous type. What happened between you two is between you two. The truth is that if I had to chose any guy in this world to be with my wife it would be you." The car became very quite after that. Brian felt like he had said enough and Patrick still didn't know what to say. Sara hurried outside when she saw Brian's car turn into the driveway. She stood on the steps as the car pulled up and Patrick and Brian got out. Patrick looked the same as she remembered. He was about the same height as Brian but with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He always kept himself in great shape and had the broad shoulders and trim hips to prove it. Sara rushed down the steps and ran toward Patrick. His face broke into a broad smile, his teeth shinning. Sara almost bowled him over as she jumped into his arms screaming "Patrick!" Patrick picked Sara up and swung her around in excitement. "God I've missed you!" he said. Then he let her feet touch the ground again and said, "Let me look at you." He held her at arm's length and ran his eyes up and down her body. She was wearing a pink tank top with a pair of white shorts. The tank top was a bit too small and made her breasts look even larger. The shorts were made of a stretch material and emphasized every curve of her lower body. "My goodness, you look good enough to eat." Sara blushed at his words but a chill went through her. When Patrick realized what he had said he blushed as well. He hugged her to him again, feeling her soft breasts on his chest. It brought on a stirring in his groin. "Come on in Patrick, Sara can show you to your room and I'll get you something to drink." Brian led the way, carrying his suitcase. Then he gave the luggage to Patrick and went to the kitchen. Sara directed Patrick to his room. They had decided to let Patrick have the spare bedroom on the first floor. It would give him some privacy. When they reached the room, Sara stepped inside with Patrick. He placed his suitcase on the bed and turned to her. His face broke into another smile as he looked at the pretty woman. "Wow, you haven't changed a bit." "Sure I have... we all have. A few pounds here and there and everything gets too tight." Sara really hadn't gained a pound since college. The only reason that her clothes were too tight was that she had chosen to wear them one size too small today. "Well, you look great." Patrick walked back over to Sara and placed his hands on her hips. Her eyes suddenly hypnotized him. The room fell silent except for their rapid heartbeats. Sara moved closer. Patrick's arms went around her and he pulled her tight to his chest. Suddenly their lips were pressed together and Sara's tongue was in his mouth. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest and her warm groin against his. When he began to harden, he pushed Sara away. "Uh... uh... I'm sorry," he apologized. "Nothing to be sorry for," Sara said as she stepped closer and pressed her body to him again. "It's been a long time. I've missed you." She could feel his stiff shaft pulse and a shiver went through her. "Me too," Patrick said but moved back, feeling guilty for kissing his best friend's wife. He quickly turned back to the suitcase and began to unpack his clothes. "You can unpack later. Let's go out and have a beer." Sara grabbed his hand and led him out of the room. They went back into the living room where Brian was waiting. Soon they were sitting, telling stories and laughing. Before they knew it, they had all consumed too much and it after midnight. "Well, I guess you're pretty tired Patrick. Sara can get you some bed sheets and towels. I think I'm going to turn in." With that Brian shook Patrick's hand and said he would see him tomorrow. Sara helped Patrick put sheets on the bed. As she bent over she could feel the short shorts pull up and knew that she was exposing the lower swells of her ass cheeks. A chill raced through her when she turned around quickly and saw Patrick's eyes. She smiled at him and showed him where towels were in the bathroom. Her eyes went to the crotch of his pants and she could see that her teasing was working. When the bed was made and Patrick was settled in, she said goodnight and they kissed quickly. Then she went upstairs to take a shower. Brian was already asleep when she came out of the shower. She put on a pair of panties, wrapped a towel around her head, slipped on a white terry cloth robe, and then went down to check on Patrick. When she reached his room, she saw that his door was slightly ajar and that the light was still on. She started to knock but then decided to just peek inside. Pushing the door open slightly she looked inside. She stifled a gasp and pulled her head back quickly, placing her hand over her mouth. Patrick was lying on his bed naked with his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his very stiff penis, masturbating. At first Sara thought she would just leave. Then she realized that it was an exciting opportunity. She tapped lightly on the door and heard rustling in the room and then she heard Patrick quickly say, "Just a minute." She almost giggled at the sound of panic in his voice. She waited several seconds and pushed the door open and peeked inside. "Am I disturbing you?" "Uh... uh... no... uh, come in," Patrick answered, obviously flustered. He had been very close to a climax when Sara knocked and had just gotten the sheet over his lower half when she stepped in. As Sara walked over to the bed, she glanced at Patrick's groin. The sheet was covering his nakedness now but the tent of his penis was clearly visible underneath. Sara pretended not to notice but a look of panic was still on Patrick's face. She sat down on the bed next to Patrick, her own heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes were drawn to the tent in the sheet again and she felt her panties getting very wet. Patrick saw Sara's eyes and looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Uh... Sara... uh, I'm sorry..." There was no way he could deny what he had been doing. "No need to apologize Patrick. I shouldn't have barged in on you," Sara said and gently placed her hand on his thigh. Suddenly she could feel the heat coming through the cotton sheet. "It's been a long time huh?" Her eyes glanced boldly at the throbbing tent. Her heart fluttered when she saw it throb as a dark spot formed where the tip of his penis touched the white sheet. "Yes," Patrick said sheepishly. "Well, I just stopped down to make sure you had everything you needed. I guess I'll let you get back to business." A knowing smile formed on her face and she leaned forward as if to kiss Patrick's cheek. Instead, their lips came together again. At the same time, her robe opened and a breast fell out, landing heavily on Patrick's bare chest. Patrick moaned as Sara's tongue entered his mouth and her hand squeezed his thigh. He could feel her hard nipple burning his flesh. Sara pulled back and looked down at her naked breast. Patrick's eyes opened wide as he stared at her exposed breasts. The soft white orb and pink areola almost hypnotized him. He swallowed hard and looked up at Sara's smiling face. She giggled and said, "Oops!" Then she calmly lifted the large orb and placed it casually back inside her robe. A tremble of excitement when through her and she could feel her juice soaking through her panties. "Goodnight," she whispered and got up and started to walk out of the room when suddenly a very naughty thought occurred to her. She stopped and turned around. Then, as she stared at Patrick lying frozen on the bed, she reached under her robe and pulled her panties down. "Here," she said as she flipped the wet material to him, "This should help." With one last smile she left the room. Patrick lay on the bed in stunned silence. He couldn't believe what had just happened. If he didn't have Sara's panties in his hand he would have thought it was a dream. Almost out of reflex he raised the panties to his nose and breathed in. His penis lurched under the sheet as her musk assailed his nostrils. He slipped the hand holding the panties under the sheet and wrapped the wet crotch around his penis. It only took a couple of strokes before he was adding his sperm to the already wet crotch. Chapter 2 Sara was humming to herself as she walked downstairs the following morning. She still had on her bathrobe but without panties. Last night had been somewhat of a turning point for her. Seeing Patrick again had brought back so many long, lost feelings. While she loved Brian with all her heart, there was a special place for Patrick. She was rapidly getting comfortable with the fact that Patrick was going to be the first man besides her husband to have her-mind, body, and soul-since she had married. It was an incredibly exciting and liberating thought. And, as long as Brian was encouraging her, she would be a fool not to enjoy it. As she had done last night, when she reached Patrick's door, she eased it open and peeked in. And, just like last night she gasped at what she saw. This time Patrick was asleep. Sometime during the night he had kicked the sheet off and was now lying totally naked. Also like last night he had an erection. She recognized morning erections-Brian had them all the time. This one seemed to be much more exciting to Sara because it didn't belong to her husband. Sara tiptoed into the room and stood over his bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared down at his hard penis. When they had dated, she had held it in her hand a few times and jerked him off but she had never really seen it. Now that she had an unobstructed view, she found it quite beautiful. It was about as long as Brian's but much thicker. The head was shaped like a small apple and was a light shade of purple. The veins in the shaft bulged as the blood rushed through them forcing the head to pulse with life. Sara had to suppress the urge to touch it. A tremor of excitement went through her as she imagined the large head sliding between the lips of her vagina. Suddenly she looked down at her feet as her toe touched something wet. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw her panties lying on the floor; the crotch was obviously soaked with Patrick's sperm. Her hand was trembling as she reached down and picked them up. It appeared that he had cum in them recently. The material was still warm and she could smell the unmistakable smell of fresh sperm. Suddenly, Patrick stirred on the bed and Sara began to panic. Instead of dropping the panties, she quickly stepped into them and pulled them up her thighs. When the wet crotch touched her already swollen vagina, she almost swooned in pleasure. As she pulled the panties tight, the gusset covered her hairless sex lips, smearing the warm sperm across the smooth skin. Her legs began to tremble so much that she had to sit down on the bed. "Uh... Sara... what... uh..." Patrick stuttered as he rubbed his sleep filled eyes. "Sorry Patrick, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted some breakfast. I didn't mean to wake you," Sara said, trying to keep the excitement from her voice. She squeezed her thighs together and felt Patrick's juice squishing between her lips. Patrick sat up in bed and suddenly realized that he was entirely naked and that he had a raging hard-on. "Oh God," he moaned and grabbed a sheet and pulled it across his middle. "It's all right Patrick... I've seen those before," Sara laughed. "Brian says all the guys call them 'piss hardons'. He has them practically every morning." She patted his leg affectionately and said, "Why don't you get dressed and I'll fix us breakfast." Then she got up and walked slowly toward the door, very conscious of the wetness between her legs. She could feel Patrick's stunned eyes on her but she didn't look back. She wondered what he would think when he couldn't find her panties. Brian was sitting at the table in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the paper when Sara entered. He looked up and smiled. "Is Patrick up yet?" "Yes, he's up," she said, the double meaning lost on Brian. "Unfortunately I woke him." She walked over and sat on Brian's lap. Then she bent and kissed him with undeniable passion. Brian could feel the heat of her body. He pulled away and said, "Wow, what got into you?" She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I was naughty this morning." Suddenly, Brian was all ears. "What'd you do?" he asked excitedly. "Well, I left my panties with Patrick last night and he masturbated into them... twice I think." "What?" You left your panties with him?" "Yep and he jerked off into them." "How do you know that?" "Because I have them on now and they are soaked with his sperm." For a second Brian was stunned. Then he gasped, "Oh my God Sara." He pushed Sara from his lap and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the stairs. "Brian, Patrick will be out for breakfast in a minute," she protested. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02 Brian wasn't listening. He pulled her up the stairs and into their bedroom. As soon as the door was closed they were kissing passionately. Brian hastily pulled her robe from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, leaving her in just the wet panties. Then he dragged her to the bed and pushed her onto her back. As Sara watched with an amused smile, Brian frenziedly stripped off his cloths. A second later he was lying on her, his naked chest pressed to her breasts and his tongue in her mouth. Sara was already excited, but as Brian's hand worked toward her crotch she began to gasp for breath. She spread her legs wide as his fingers touched the wet panties. With his middle finger Brian pushed the panties into the crease and moved it up and down. Sara began to groan as she felt him lift the crotch with a finger. A moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped into her wet hole. "Oh Jesus Brian... fuck me!" Brian didn't have to be told twice. He slipped her panties off quickly. But, before he threw them to the floor he glanced at the crotch and saw that it was soaked with cum and Sara's own juice. A second later he was aiming his throbbing penis at her more than ready hole. "Ohhhhh!!!" Sara moaned as his penis slipped inside her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and pushed her hips up at him. "Yes... yes... yes... fuck me." Soon, Brian was slamming into his excited wife. The room echoed with their combined moans and the sloppy sound of their coupling. It didn't take long for Brian to reach his peak. "Oh God sweetie, I'm going to cum." "Yes, cum in meeeee!!!" Sara hissed as her own climax took over. Her body trembled and convulsed with pleasure as her husband filled her with his seed. Each pulse of juice brought on a convulsion inside Sara. She could feel her hole filling until it overflowed with juice and trickled down her ass cheeks. Just as her climax began to wane she imagined what it would feel like to have two men's sperm swimming inside her. A moan escaped her lips as another climax rushed over her. Brian collapsed exhausted onto his still climaxing wife. Their coupling had been quick but intense. When they had recovered, Sara stood up and looked for the panties. With a lustful smile she retrieved them and pulled them back up her thighs. Brian looked at her with surprise. "Well, I need something to keep your and Patrick's cum from running down my legs don't I?" Her face lit up with a big smile. Brian was astounded at his wife's transformation. Up until that day she had always rushed to take a shower and wash his sperm out of her immediately after sex. Now she was going to walk around with her panties filled with two men's cum. Brian shook his head in amazement and smiled back at her. "My sweet slut," he whispered and held his arms open to her. Chapter 3 Brian took Patrick to play golf after breakfast and Sara went shopping. They were going to meet back home that afternoon to have a cookout and enjoy lounging at the pool. The guys made it home before Sara and put on their bathing suits and went out to the pool. They were on their third beer when Sara stepped out of the house. Brian stopped speaking in mid-sentence when he saw his wife. As Sara walked over to the two men, she swayed her hips more than usual. It might have been because she wasn't used to wearing high-heeled sandals. Her heels clicked and her firm breasts bounced seductively with each step on the warm concrete. Her outward boldness belied her inner turmoil. It had taken all her nerve to put on the new suit and walk out of the house. Her knees were ready to buckle as she stopped in front of the two wide-eyed men. "Do you like it?" she asked and spun around in front of them. She had on a one-piece swimsuit that couldn't have contained as much material as a two-piece bikini. It was canary yellow and made of some type of elastic cotton. The cloth at the crotch barely covered her groin and was tight enough to leave an indentation between the lips. There were two tiny, inch wide, strips of material forming a V running up on either side of her belly button. The material stretched slightly wider as it crossed her breasts, barely covering her nipples and leaving the inside and outsides of her breasts bare. Her hard nipples were clearly outlined under the thin material. Above her breasts the material continued over her shoulders and down her back to meet again at the divide of her buttocks. Then the material came back together and disappeared between the cheeks to form one piece again between her legs. Patrick took a big gulp of his beer as Brian struggled for words. "Uh... uh... Sara... uh... God!" Sara pouted her mouth and said, "You don't like it!" "No!" both men said as the same time. "It's... it's amazing," Brian finally said. "Uh... I'm getting a little hot," Patrick said. He jumped up and ran over to the pool and dove headfirst into the water. Sara smiled as she watched Patrick run to hide his excitement. Then she turned and sat on her husband's lap. "Mmmm... I think you do like the suit," she whispered as she squirmed her naked buttocks into his crotch and felt his swelling penis. "God Sara... where did you get that?" Brian's eyes were drawn to his wife's almost naked breasts. "I found it in a little shop downtown." She turned and looked at Patrick who was swimming laps. "I think it had the desired effect on Patrick too." "You're amazing," Brian said with a smile and shook his head. "I think I'm learning how this seduction stuff works," she whispered with a naughty smile and a giggle. She kept her voice low and said, "Why don't you go inside and get the burgers ready and start the grill. I'll entertain Patrick while you're gone." It was Brian's turn to smile. His penis was now throbbing under Sara's still squirming buttocks. "All right, but don't fuck him on the diving board." "I'm not promising anything." Sara let Brian get up and then glanced down at the tent in his swimming trunks. A sudden thrill of pride went through her. It was quite flattering that she had two men with raging erections just because she put on a revealing bathing suit. Her confidence at her seductive ability was growing by the minute. "Mind if I join you?" Sara said as she pulled an inflated floating chair over to the side of the pool. Patrick had swum twenty laps and was catching his breath when he saw Sara pulling the chair over so that she could get onto it. "Sure," he said breathlessly, wiping water from his face. He looked up and squinted into the bright sun. Sara was squatting, holding the raft, her body blocking the sun now. He could plainly see her smiling face. When his eyes dropped lower, he had to suppress a gasp. Her breasts might as well have been bare for all the good the tiny slips of material did to cover them. Her legs were spread and in her squatting position, the material at the crotch had pulled entirely between her lips. In fact, the smooth outer lips on either side of her vagina were half exposed. Suddenly it was too much for Patrick again and he quickly moved backward and began to swim the backstroke away from Sara. He closed his eyes in an attempt to get the image of her almost naked body from his lust filled mind. When Sara was situated on the raft, she paddled over to Patrick, now standing at the shallow end of the pool. "I forgot my beer. Would you be a sweetie and get it for me?" Sara didn't care about the beer; she wanted to see Patrick get out of the pool. "Uh... uh... sure," Patrick said, reluctantly. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the pool. Sara's watched Patrick, admiring his sexy butt and legs. She could see that he had obviously kept himself in great shape. The water made the fabric of his tan suit almost transparent as it clung to his strong buttocks. It molded them like a second skin. A chill of excitement ran though her as she stared boldly at him. She watched as he bent over and quickly pulled two beers from the cooler and turned to come back to the pool. A smile crossed Sara's lips as she watched him try to hide his obvious erection with the cans of beer. "Thank you," Sara said as she took the offered can. Her eyes were fixed on the tented swimsuit. "I see that you have a little problem again. Or, didn't it go down from this morning?" Sara laughed heartily. "Sara, please," Patrick whispered and blushed. His words sounded almost like a whine. "I'm sorry," she said, but it didn't sound much like an apology. "Sit down and talk to me." Instead Patrick slid into the water beside the floating raft. Sara pulled the raft over until she had Patrick blocked between the side of the pool and her. "It's so good to have you here Patrick. It's been a long time." "I'm glad Brian called. I really needed a break." "I'm sure it's been tough," Sara said sympathetically. "Have you started to date?" Sara already knew that the answer was no. "No. A lot of my friends have tried to set me up but I... I'm just not ready." "I understand. I always got the impression that you and Sally had a good thing going." "We did. We were very much in love," Patrick said and his face showed his pain. "I understand how you feel. I don't know what I'd do without Brian," Sara said seriously. "He is truly my soul mate... for life." Patrick looked a little surprised at that comment. He remembered the passionate kisses last night and this morning. Sara knew what he was thinking. "Brian and I are... are very compatible. You see, he's not the jealous type," Sara said. Her hand, which hand been on the side of the air mattress, moved an inch to touch Patrick's bare stomach. Patrick's eyes opened wide, not only because of the touch of her hand but also because of her statement that Brian was not the "jealous type". Those were the same words that Brian had used when they had talked on the drive from the airport. He looked down in disbelief at Sara's hand as it began to gently caress his stomach. "This bathing suit is a little too small for me I'm afraid," Sara said as she turned slightly toward Patrick and raised her knee. "It cutting into me at a very delicate place." With that she boldly reached down and pulled the crotch piece from between her lips, totally exposing her bald vagina. "Sara!" Patrick gasped and swallowed hard. He stood frozen as his eyes stared at her exposed sex. Sara took that opportunity to insinuate her hand into the waistband of his trunks. Quickly, before he could protest, her hand plunged underneath and grasped his still hard penis. "My God Sara... Brian," Patrick gasped as he looked toward the house. "Don't worry, Brian won't bother us." She could feel his warm penis pulse in her hand. She squeezed it once and then began to move her hand up and down. "I've dreamed about you... and this," she said and squeezed him for emphasis. Her other hand moved down to her exposed lips. Patrick watched without moving. His eyes were as big around as saucers. Sara's fingers reached her sex and she began to tickle her now wet lips. "I have often regretted that I didn't let you have me when we were dating." "Sara this is crazy," Patrick almost hissed, ignoring her statement, but doing nothing to stop her moving hand. "Just relax," she whispered, "I know it's been a long time for you." Sara began to move her hand more rapidly under the water. "Ohhhh!!!" Patrick moaned as his excitement grew rapidly. He glanced at the house and then back at Sara. He saw that her face showed excitement and concentration as one hand worked on him and other on her. "I'm getting so wet," she whispered and spread her lips with two fingers as if to prove it. "Oh God," Patrick moaned when he saw her wet and swollen inner lips exposed in the bright sunlight. His hips began to move with her hand, rustling the water and making waves. Sara smiled and moved her hand up to the swollen head of Patrick's penis. She gently caressed the smooth surface, using the water as a lubricant. Then she wrapped her hand around the shaft again and pumped him. "Sara... Sara... I... I'm going to..." "It's okay. Cum for me," she whispered and moved her hand faster. "Cum for me Patrick!" It sounded like a command. Suddenly Patrick's body stiffened. His eyes closed and his head dropped to his chest. A little whimper came from his closed lips and he trembled. Sara felt the shaft pulse and suddenly her hand was surrounded by a sticky warmth. She smiled and pumped his shaft, forcing his sperm from the head and across her fingers. Some of the sperm floated away but much of it clung to her hand. Suddenly, the slider opened and Brian walked out with a tray of hamburgers. In panic, Patrick slid down the wall of the pool and under the water. Sara watched him disappear and casually straightened her swimsuit. As Brian walked by, she held up her beer like she was proposing a toast. Brain looked down and saw Patrick swimming underwater away from them. Then he looked at his wife and wondered why she was holding her beer up. He thought that she might need another beer. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and he almost dropped the tray. It was unmistakable; Sara's fingers were covered in something white and sticky. It was trickling across her fingers and onto the can. Sara smiled and brought the side of the can to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and lapped upward, taking Patrick's cum onto her tongue and then into her mouth. Brian closed his eyes in fear that he was going to cum in his own shorts as the tray of raw hamburger trembled in his hand. Sara swallowed and then giggled. Then she lay back on the mattress, closing her eyes and sighing. Suddenly she felt very powerful... and incredibly naughty. Chapter 4 The rest of the afternoon and evening, Patrick was very quiet around Sara. She wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed about the incident at the pool or if he was lapsing back into depression. While she was concerned about his change in mood, she didn't regret what had happened. She knew that she and Brian would have the better part of two weeks to bring him around. That evening she tried to give Brian the details of what had happened at the pool. However, before she finished the story Brian threw her on the bed and practically "fucked" her brains out. Once the passions had cooled they talked long into the night, hatching a plan to insure that Patrick would become a willing partner. The following day, Brian and Patrick went to play golf again. Later the three of them went out to dinner and then back to the house to watch the first Monday night football game of the year. Both Brian and Patrick were avid football fans and had played together in college, although they were both second stringers and spent more time on the bench than on the field. When they got home from dinner, Patrick and Brian changed into their favorite football watching clothes; cut-off college jerseys and gray cotton practice shorts. Sara prepared some snacks. When she came out of the kitchen, Brian and Patrick were tossing around a football in the living room. She stopped and placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. "You 'boys' are going to break something," she said in admonishment but she had a smile on her face. Brian and Patrick stopped tossing the football and looked sheepishly at Sara. "I'm going to get comfortable," she said, still shaking her head as she went upstairs. She wasn't a great football fan but she always got pleasure in seeing Brian's enthusiasm. The football was back in the air as soon as she was out of sight. The game was already in progress when Sara came down to the clubroom. She stopped in the doorway at the foot of the stairs and took a deep breath. A tremble of excitement ran through her as she walked into the room. Brian was sitting on the sofa at one end and Patrick at the other. The only light was from the large screen TV. Brian continued to watch the game but Patrick turned to Sara. He tried to hide his surprise but his facial expression gave him away. Sara had on a purple camisole top that was made of a gauzy material. It was see through with the exception of two strategically placed stars, centered over the nipples of her otherwise bare breasts. Below, she had on a matching pair of pleated harem pants that hung sensually down her legs and were tied at the ankles. The material of her pants was as see through as the top, but the pleats made it difficult to tell if it could really be seen through. Sara could feel Patrick's eyes on her as she squeezed past his knees and took a seat between the two of them, closer to Patrick. "What's the score?" she asked. "No score yet," Brian said without looking at Sara. "Ahhh... that's a ridiculous call," Brian practically screamed as a penalty flag was thrown on the field. Brian's enthusiasm wasn't entirely for the game however. He was only half interested in what was happening on the TV. He was just as interested in what was happening next to him. However, his job was to act oblivious and pretend to focus on the game. "I'm not sure what you guys see in this football stuff," Sara said. "I thought you liked football?" Patrick asked. Sara leaned forward and picked up a beer from the coffee table. When she did she felt her breasts swinging freely under her thin top. The patch of material at her nipples grazed her already hard nipples. She was pretty sure that Patrick had a good view as he had to look past her to see the television. Patrick didn't miss it. His eyes opened wide at the sight of her naked breasts silhouetted by the light of the television. Sara lingered longer than necessary in front of Patrick before sitting back. Then she turned to him and said with a smile, "I like football player's butts. Isn't the quarterback for Miami a cute one?" "I have no idea," Patrick responded. In spite of his desire not to look, he couldn't help staring at her breasts. Sara smiled and lifted her chest as she turned back to the television. They all settled back to watch the game. As the game progressed, Sara inched closer and closer to Patrick until her thigh was touching his. She took every opportunity to lean forward in front of him, insuring that the light from the television continued to illuminate her almost naked breasts. Occasionally her eyes would glance down to Patrick's crotch. Because of the low room light she couldn't be sure but it appeared that her actions were having the desired effect; there appeared to be a bulge in the leg of his shorts. "Did you turn the air conditioner down again?" Sara asked Brian. "Yeah, it was warm in here." "You must have ice water for blood," she said and got up and retrieved an afghan from the back of a chair. When she sat back down she drew the cover over her legs and carelessly flipped the end over Patrick's lap. A smile crossed her lips when he didn't move it. She figured he was happy to have something to cover the bulge in his shorts. Sara waited a few minutes before she did anything. She took a deep breath and held it. Then she slowly moved her hand under the afghan until her knuckles were just touching Patrick's bare leg. She felt him move away. A second later her hand followed until she was touching him again. When she knew that he couldn't move any further, she boldly lifted her hand and placed it on his thigh. Patrick stared at the TV, his eyes unblinking. Sara's heart was pounding in her chest as her hand began to move on his leg. She gently caressed his thigh, slowly moving higher as her fingers played with the soft hair. She stopped momentarily when her fingertips reached his shorts. When Patrick made no move to stop her, she moved higher. She felt Patrick tense as her fingers went under the opening of his shorts; she knew that she was close to his penis; she could actually feel the heat. Her hand trembled as she moved it closer. She felt a tiny bit of sticky wetness. She made circles with her fingers, smearing the juice around his soft inner thigh. She moved another fraction of an inch and she felt the tip of his penis with her little finger. Her heart almost stopped and she paused, waiting for a negative reaction. When he made no move to stop her she continued. One by one, her other fingers joined the little one until she had the swollen head in her hand. Suddenly the two of them sat frozen, their hearts pounding with excitement. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02 Brian was dying with curiosity. He knew something was going on but was afraid to look. Out of the corner of his eye he could see both Sara and Patrick staring straight ahead. Sara stopped a moan in her throat as she felt Patrick's penis pulse in her hand and squirt sticky pre-cum. Growing bolder by the second, she moved her hand until her fingers circled the shaft. She squeezed it and moved her hand almost imperceptibly. Patrick sucked in his breath and his hips lifted slightly as he squeezed his buttocks, forcing his lower half to tense. His head was spinning with excitement. "Half time," Brian announced suddenly and stood up. Sara and Patrick jumped. However, Sara didn't relinquish her hold on Patrick. Brian walked around the back of the sofa and said, "I'll get us another beer." Sara could almost feel him staring over their shoulders. She knew that he couldn't miss the bulge in the afghan where her hand was holding Patrick's erection. Even after Brian was gone, Sara and Patrick continued to look straight ahead. There was a smile on Sara's face and a look of shock on Patrick's. Sara began to move her hand up and down now. She took deep breaths to calm herself as she felt the long shaft sliding in her hand. A second later Brian came back downstairs. "Sorry guys," he said, standing in the door, a safe distance away, "We're out of beer. I thought there was some in the refrigerator in the garage. I'll run out and get some more." Patrick turned and looked at Brian. "Uh... uh do you want me to go with you?" he offered half-heartedly. While he would have welcomed the chance to get away from Sara, he knew that his hard penis would be obvious if he stood up. He also suspected that there was a large wet spot on the front of his shorts. "No, I won't be long." Brian didn't wait for an answer and hurried back upstairs. He didn't go to the store because there was plenty of beer in the garage refrigerator already. Instead he slipped outside and around to the back of the house. There was a small window under the deck that would give him a view into the clubroom. The window sat high on the wall in the basement and was only about 12 inches square. However, it was big enough to see almost the entire basement. With the sound of the front door closing, Patrick reached down and grabbed Sara's hand and stopped her movement. "Sara, this is... I... appreciate... uh... but," he stuttered. He had no idea what he was going to say. Sara quickly moved forward and brought her lips to his and pressed her chest to him. Her hand remained on his penis. Patrick moaned helplessly and let her kiss him, opening his mouth for her searching tongue. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest as her hand began to move again. Sara pulled back and said breathlessly, "Let me see it. Let me see your big cock." With that she threw the afghan from their laps. Then she reached down and pushed his shorts up, freeing his throbbing erection. "Oh God," she groaned. It was larger than she had imagined. The head was swollen purple and pulsing and there was a steady stream of clear juice running from the slit. She held it up to the flickering TV light and pumped her hand several times, bringing another moan from Patrick and causing more juice to stream from the head. Then, before Patrick could protest she dropped her head and took the drooling tip into her mouth. "Saraaaa!" Patrick gasped and his hand went to her head as if to stop her. However, the pleasure was such that he couldn't find the strength to pull her head away. Instead, his fingers went into her soft hair and he followed her head up and down. Outside the house, Brian was going mad. He had a pretty good view of the back of Sara's head as she sucked Patrick. Unfortunately, the window was dirty so he couldn't see as clearly as he wanted. Still, it was far more exciting then he could have ever imagined. He suppressed the impulse to take his penis out. Sara could feel her juices pouring from her excited vagina and suddenly realized that she was going to soak the couch. She pulled her mouth reluctantly away and stood up. Her knees almost buckled as she swayed in front of the surprised man. "Do you like my jammies?" she asked cutely. "Uh... they're... uh... very nice," Patrick answered with a shocked expression. "They are very naughty though. Look!" With that she turned around and bent forward slightly. Then she reached back and pulled open the material covering her buttocks. "Oh my God," Patrick gasped helplessly as he stared at Sara's sexy butt. The silky material of her harem pants surrounded her cheeks like a picture frame. The white of her blemish free skin contrasted sexily with the gauzy material of the purple pants. Sara smiled over her shoulder at Patrick. Then she straightened up and turned around to face him. "It's doesn't just open in the back," she said and spread the material in front to expose her smoothly shaven sex lips. She could feel the juice literally dripping from her swollen lips. "Oh Jesus," Patrick moaned as he stared at her swollen sex. He was having a difficult time catching his breath. His penis throbbed and he thought he was about to climax. He leaned his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. Suddenly they heard the front door open and close. Damn, Sara thought, why couldn't he stay out there just a little longer? Sara sat back down quickly and pulled the cover over their laps again. Her hand went back to Patrick penis as she leaned over and whispered, "I want to jerk you off. But you're going to have to wait until the end of the game. I want you to cum exactly when the game ends." With that she sat back smiling, her hand slowly massaging Patrick's throbbing penis once again. Patrick trembled and groaned in frustration. By the time Brian came back down carrying a six-pack of beer, it was almost the end of the third quarter. He opened three of them and sat them on the coffee table. "Did I miss anything?" he asked as he took his position on the sofa again. "Uh... uh... no... nothing," Patrick stuttered. Brian looked at the score and saw that Miami had scored twice. "What do you mean nothing? Miami scored twice! What happened?" "Uh... I must have missed it. Sara and I... were... uh talking." "A fine friend you are," Brian said in mock anger. He sat back to watch the game. For the rest of the game Sara kept Patrick on the verge of climaxing. She would slowly stroke him until she felt him start to squirm, but she would back off whenever she felt him getting close. Occasionally she would wrap her palm around the head of his penis and twist it slowly until she could feel him trembling. Then she would use his copious juices to make the shaft slick and run her hand up and down several times rapidly before stopping. It was agonizing for Patrick. Each time he would get close Sara would ease up. Now he was desperate to see the game end. Unfortunately, it seemed that it was the longest game in history. The officials were constantly throwing flags and stopping the clock. The last two minutes of the game took almost twenty minutes to play. Finally, there was only thirty seconds left and Miami was up by one point. The fans were going crazy and they began to count the seconds. Sara began to move her hand in time with the count down. "Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven," the crowd screamed. Sara's hand went up his shaft on the even numbers and came down on the odd in a steady but slow cadence. "Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three." She felt Patrick trembling and lightened her grip. She was going to deny him his climax, as she had promised, until the last second. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six." Sara tightened her hand again and moved it more rapidly. "Five, four, three, two, one." Suddenly Brian jumped up and threw his hands into the air. At the same moment, Patrick's penis throbbed and began to squirt a huge load across Sara's hand. Fortunately for him, between the screaming fans and Brian's victory yell, his own moans of pleasure were covered. Sara almost climaxed herself as she felt Patrick's penis throb and squirt his warm cream over her hand. Each pulse forced more of his creamy juice across her fingers. As soon as the last squirt was out, Patrick straightened himself and stood up, turning toward the door. "Well, I think I'm going to hit the sack," he said in an exhausted tone of voice. He wanted to get out of there before the lights came on and Brian saw what a mess his shorts were. "See you in the morning," he said. With that he rushed out of the room and upstairs. Brian, who was still standing, turned and looked at his wife on the sofa. She looked like the cat that ate the canary. He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled. Then he quickly sat down beside her and pulled her lips to his. Their lips pressed together passionately and their tongues dueled. When they finally pulled apart, they were breathless. "Well?" Brian asked excitedly. Sara didn't say anything. Instead she pushed him back onto the sofa. A second later she had his hard penis out of his pants. Then she held her hand up to the light from the TV. "What do you think?" Brain saw the glint of sperm covering her hand. "Oh God," he gasped and watched as she brought her dripping hand to his penis. Sara moved her hand up and down his shaft before she dropped her head to take it into her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat at the combined taste of her husband's penis and Patrick's cum. It took only seconds for Brian to squirt his cum into her sucking mouth. She swallowed and felt her vagina quiver. Then, with a little squeeze of her thighs, she joined him in climax. Chapter 5 Sara tapped lightly on Patrick's door. It was after midnight but there was still a light on. She heard Patrick tell her to come in. She walked in, still wearing the camisole and harem pants. "Sara what are you..." Patrick said but stopped when he saw Sara put her finger to her lips and whisper "Shhhhh." "Brian is asleep," she said as if he could hear them. She walked over to the bed and stood looking down at Patrick. Then without a word, and to the incredible shock of Patrick, she crawled up on the bed and straddled his chest. Patrick's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head. His mouth was open as if to speak but nothing came out. Sara casually moved up his body until the crotch of her pants was almost touching his face. Then she reached down and opened the front, exposing her still swollen and dripping vagina. "Eat me." With that she moved her swollen sex to Patrick's lips. A moan escaped Patrick's lips as his tongue came out and he began to lick her. The little climax Sara had had earlier wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her and she hadn't let Brian get her off. She was more than ready now. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt Patrick's tongue find her hole and slip inside. "That's it... that's it," she gasped as her hips began to move in time with his tongue. When she looked down she could only see the top of Patrick's forehead but she could feel his mouth. She thought she was going to climax when he sucked her inner lips into his mouth. But before that could happen, Patrick stopped sucking and resumed licking. It was obvious that he knew a few things about teasing. Suddenly, Sara was desperate for him to suck her clit. But no matter how hard she tried, he refused to give in to her. Finally, she decided to try another tactic. She abruptly spun around until she was facing his feet. She threw the covers off, exposing his tented underwear. With a growl she reached down and pulled his shorts down to expose his throbbing shaft. At the same time she pushed her wet sex into his face. A second later she had Patrick's penis in her mouth. Both of them moaned. Soon the room was filled with sucking sounds. Sara pumped her hips on Patrick's mouth as she sucked him. Then she squealed as Patrick pushed her over onto her side, his mouth still between her legs. Now they were lying on their sides with their faces in each other's groins. Sara gasped as Patrick's mouth began to devour her flesh. She forgot about the pulsing penis inches from her face. When she felt his lips circle her clit and suck it into his mouth she went over the top. Her thighs clamped around his head and squeezed as her body began to convulse with pleasure. It was a long denied climax and that made it so much sweeter. Sara had no idea how long her climax lasted. The next thing she remembered was lying with Patrick's mouth gently kissing her sex lips and her legs still wrapped around his head. When she opened her eyes she saw Patrick's still throbbing penis in front of her face. She smiled and opened her mouth. "Ohhhh!!!" Patrick moaned as her warm mouth enveloped him. His hips began to press toward her sucking mouth as his eyes stared at her wet sex, still only inches from his face. When Patrick felt his cum rushing up the shaft, he grabbed Sara's ass cheeks and pulled her vagina back to his mouth. "Ummmpppp," he groaned, her warm and slippery flesh muffling his scream of pleasure. Sara groaned deep in her throat as she felt his sperm entering her mouth. The sudden taste of his fresh sperm and his mouth sucking her lips again brought on another climax for her. She practically drowned the poor man as she swallowed all of his sperm. Suddenly the room was very quiet. Sara relaxed her thighs and allowed Patrick to breathe. Then she rolled over and got up. She said, "Goodnight," and walked out of the room leaving Patrick stunned. Chapter 6 The following morning at the breakfast table Patrick was quiet again. Whenever Brian or Sara would look at him, he would avoid their eyes. Sara knew that he was having regrets about what they had done last night. She felt a little sorry for him but she also knew that in the end it would be good for him. The next stage of their plan was going to be critical. "Patrick, I have a bit of a problem," Brian said. "I got a call from work this morning and I have to go out of town for a couple of days." Patrick looked up with surprise on his face, which quickly turned to concern. Sara had to suppress a smile when she saw his worried look. Suddenly she felt like a vamp, or a seductress, or maybe like the spider and the fly. The deception was cruel but so much fun. It would be over soon. "I'm really sorry but unfortunately, it can't be helped," Brian lied. In fact, he had called his boss and suggested that he attend the seminar in Chicago. "Maybe I should go home," Patrick said. He didn't sound entirely convincing. "No," Brian said, "I won't hear of it. You and Sara can spend some quality time together... get to know each other again." This time it was Brian who had to suppress a smile. "Of course you won't go home," Sara said. "We will have lots of fun. Besides, it will only be for two days and then you guys can get back to playing golf again." "Uh... all right," Patrick said. He glanced at Sara and saw her smile mischievously. His heart started to beat faster in spite of his reservations. Sara kissed Brian goodbye as they stood on the porch. He smiled at her and whispered, "Good luck!" and then left. She waited for a minute watching his car disappear down the street. She had a moment of indecision. Finally she took a deep breath and went back into the house. When she came into the living room she found Patrick sitting on the couch. He appeared tense. She walked over and sat down across from him. The short summer sundress she had on pulled far up her thighs. She hadn't worn panties and knew that she would expose herself if she opened her thighs just a bit. She crossed her legs, letting the hem slip high on her thigh and saw Patrick's eyes drift downward. A little chill raced through her and she felt her nipples harden under the thin cotton. "Sara... uh... with Brian gone... uh we... it's not good for us to be alone together," Patrick stuttered. Sara smiled and uncrossed her legs slowly before crossing them the other way. She flashed him and watched his eyes. "I think it's perfect. Like Brian said, it will give us some time together." Then she stood up and moved over to sit next to him. She took his hand in hers. "Listen Patrick, I know it has been very difficult for you since Sally died. I suppose the things that we have done have made you feel worse in some ways. I just wanted to tell you that I care for you very deeply. We both do, Brian and I. But it's not what you think. Brian and I have developed a special relationship over the past few months." Patrick interrupted and said, "This is crazy. It's... not... not that I haven't enjoyed what we have done. It's just that Brian is my best friend, almost like a brother to me." He turned away abruptly and said, "You're his wife for God's sake!" He paused when he realized that his words sounded harsh. Then he took a deep breath, his eyes falling to their entwined hands. "This is so hard. I care for you very much. I always have. In fact... I... I think I have always loved you!" Sara's face broke into a smile and she squeezed his hand affectionately. She wanted to jump into his arms but she held herself back. Instead she said, "Patrick, I love you too. I guess I always have too." Patrick was surprised by that statement and looked at her curiously. "But you said you loved Brian with all you heart...that he's your 'soul mate'. How can you love two men?" "I would have asked the same question a few months ago. But now I know that I have the capacity to love more than one man. I think I first realized that when you stepped out of the car the other day. I could feel it in my heart and in my stomach. But, that didn't... doesn't mean that I love Brian any the less." Patrick looked confused now. It was the big moment. Sara took a deep breath and said, "Patrick... Brian knows about us." Suddenly Patrick pulled his hand from Sara and his face showed his shock. "He knows?" His voice was almost trembling. Then he seemed to slump noticeably. "Yes. He has known all along." She grabbed his hand again. "Let's go outside on the back porch and I'll tell you about it." Sara led the stunned man outside and sat next to him on a padded swing. They sat silently for a few minutes staring at the white clouds drifting in the blue sky. A gentle breeze caressed their faces and the trees swayed softly. Finally, Sara took a deep breath and started. "Several months ago, Brian and I began to experiment with me teasing men. It started harmlessly enough and was fairly innocent at first. I would tease strangers and then we would come home and make mad, passionate love. It was incredible. After the first few times it became addictive...for both of us. We agreed that whatever I did, I would always be honest and tell him. He gets so excited; it's like when we were first married. Each time it seemed that we went further and further until one evening I went pretty far and gave a guy at a party a blow job." Patrick gasped and turned and looked at Sara unbelievingly. Sara felt her face flush at his stare. "Then, just a few days ago I went out with him and we parked and performed oral sex on each other. When I got home Brian was waiting." Patrick had an incredulous look on his face. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's true," Sara continued. She stared into his eyes and said, "But I have never gone all the way with anyone. Brian and I discussed it and I told him that I was uncomfortable doing that with a stranger. Then, he shocked me completely when he suggested that you should be the first one." Patrick opened his mouth but nothing came out. He moved his mouth but still no words came out. Finally he found his voice, "Me... what... why...?" "Don't you see? It's perfect. We have cared... loved... each other since college. But more importantly Brian trusts you... I trust you." Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02 "Jesus Sara, this is too much. I know you wouldn't lie to me but I still can't believe that Brian wants me to make love to you. It's like something out of a bad porno movie." Suddenly Sara looked hurt. "I'm sorry. That didn't come out the way I meant. I'm not judging you. It's just that... just that I have never even considered such a thing." "Brian didn't think that you would believe me so he gave me this to give to you." Sara produced a white envelope with Patrick's name on it. "Read it and if you still don't believe me, or if you don't want to continue, then I will understand. We can still be friends." Sara fought back the tears. She got up and went into the house, leaving Patrick with a perplexed look on his face and the envelope in his hand. He sat there for a long time, staring at nothing. Finally, with trembling hands he opened the envelope and took out the letter. "Patrick, If you are reading this letter it is because Sara couldn't convince you that I want you to make love to her. Yes, you read the words correctly. I'm sure that Sara has told you about our changing relationship. At first, it was a surprise to us both. What kind of man would want other men to make love to his wife? I have thought long and hard about that question, yet I still don't have an answer. What I do know is that I love Sara with all my heart. Yet, I cannot deny the excitement that I get from thinking of her with another man. We have both found that it has enhanced our sex life greatly. Although I know that Sara loves you, it really isn't about love but about the incredible excitement of sex with someone different. I'm sure that she told you that she has not "gone all the way" with anyone. However, that has been her choice. She wanted the first time to be safe and with someone she cared for. You were the obvious choice to be her first. However, I suspect (and hope) that you won't be the only one. I've started to affectionately call her my 'Sweet Slut.' I know this sounds crazy. But we have come to terms with it. We are comfortable with who and what we are; a happily married couple that wants to explore our hidden desires. What does this all mean? It means that I give you permission to make love to my wife-to enjoy yourself. You of all people should know that we never know what life holds for us. We can be here today and gone tomorrow. Life is far too short so we need to enjoy the time we are here. Is that wrong? I hope not. However, if for whatever reason you can't bring yourself to do it, then there will be no hard feelings. We will still be friends, play golf, talk on the phone and do all the things we did before. Sara is waiting for you in the living room. If you have this letter in your hand when you enter the living room, then Sara will know that the answer is yes. Otherwise, tear it up and throw it away and it will never be mentioned again. It is your decision. Brian" Patrick sat in stunned silence. He truly couldn't believe what he had just read. At first he thought that is was a cruel joke from Brian or that Sara was just playing a trick on him. But then it all started to make sense. Brian's comments in the car, disappearing while they were at the pool, running out of beer when he was sure he saw plenty in the garage refrigerator. Suddenly he felt a little twinge anger. It was all a set-up! He had been conned into coming out for this visit in the first place. However, just as quickly as the anger had come, it disappeared. What was there to be mad about? A beautiful woman wanted him to make love to her and her husband approved and, in fact, was encouraging her. It was crazy, insane. Then he thought of the afternoon in the pool and then about last night. A smile came to his face. Sara was sitting on the sofa waiting when she heard the back door open. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat with her back straight and stiff. She saw Patrick coming through the door. His face was solemn and his hands were empty. Her heart sank. Patrick walked over and stood in front of Sara. He stared down at her, his face unchanged. Then he reached behind and pulled the letter from his back pocket. Sara's eyes grew wide. "Suck my cock... 'sweet slut'." Sara almost screamed with joy. Her hands were trembling as she reached for his zipper. She suddenly realized that he was already hard. Quickly she pulled his penis from his pants and held it close to her face. When she looked up she saw Patrick smiling down at her. She smiled back and opened her mouth and took the pulsing head inside. A moan escaped both of their lips as she began to suck and pump the shaft with her hand. Patrick's hips began to sway gently back and forth and his hands reached for her head. "That's it sweetie, suck me," he gasped. Sara sucked him until he was trembling with need. However, she wasn't going to get him off this way. She wanted his penis inside when he came this time. Reluctantly, she pulled away. Again she looked up at him, her lips wet, his penis shining with her saliva as it pulsed in her fist. "Make love to me," she whispered. "I want this inside me." Without hesitation, Patrick reached down and pulled Sara to her feet. His lips met hers and his arms pulled her tight. They moaned as they kissed passionately. Patrick's hands slipped down her back and he grasped her ass through the thin dress. As their groins moved against one another his hands went lower until they slipped under her dress in back. "Oh God," he moaned when he felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. When Patrick began to push her back on the sofa she stopped him. "No... not here." She took his hand and led him toward the stairs. Patrick hesitated when they reached the steps. "Yes, my bed. I want you... we want you to fuck me in our bed." Patrick shook his head but followed Sara up the steps. As he watched her sexy rear sway in front of him, it occurred to him that this could all be a ruse. Sara could have made it all up, including the letter. But then he realized that that wasn't logical either. It was all very confusing. Sara opened their bedroom door and led Patrick inside. Patrick gasped. The room was aglow with many fragrant candles. There was a strong scent of lilacs. The bed was turned down. There was no doubt now that it had all been planned. Sara led Patrick over to the bed and stepped into his arms again. Their lips went together and their tongues fought for possession of each other's mouth as their passion grew rapidly. Her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and began to open it. With their lips still together she helped him strip it off his shoulders and drop it to the floor. Then she reached for his belt and zipper. When she had it opened she pulled away, sliding to her knees. She pulled his pants and underwear down. Suddenly his pulsing shaft was staring her in the face. She moaned as her fingers went to his strong ass cheeks and she pulled him toward her, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her throat. A groan escaped Patrick's lips as he felt her begin to suck him again. However, he was too excited and knew that he wouldn't last long if she kept that up. When Patrick pulled on her arms, Sara reluctantly released his penis and stood up. She looked at his face in the flickering light and saw incredible love and passion in his eyes. Patrick pulled the shoulder straps to her sundress down her shoulders. The top of her dress fell between them, gathering at her waist. Patrick moaned as he saw her breasts exposed for the first time. His eyes devoured the soft mounds of flesh. His head bent to her neck and he began to kiss downward. He nibbled at the nape of her neck and felt her body tremble and then he moved lower, kissing the smooth flesh until he reached the swells of her breasts. His tongue came out and he traced a path down her skin until he reached a hard nipple. "Oh God Patrick," Sara moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She pushed her breast forward, urging him to suck it. She let him suck the sensitive nipple until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled it away and his lips made a loud pop. Then she quickly fed him the other breast. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing and juice was dripping down her thighs. Finally, Sara pulled away and stepped back. She looked into Patrick's eyes as she slowly pushed the dress down her hips and let it fall to the floor. Patrick looked at her and a moan escaped his mouth. A second later he was on his knees, staring at her swollen sex. Her clear sex juice was hanging from her swollen lips and the light from the candles behind her made it look like drips of warm honey. And, like a bee to honey, Patrick moved forward until his tongue reached the strings of juice. He trembled as he brought the sweet liquid to his mouth. Then with a growl he buried his head between her thighs. "Oh Jesus," Sara moaned as her legs began to tremble. Her legs gave out and she sat on the bed, bringing Patrick's head with her. Soon she was lying on her back with her legs wrapped around his head. Her hands found his head and she pulled him into her warm crotch. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped as her hips began to buck upward. Suddenly, without warning she began to climax. "Ahhhhhheeee," she screamed as fireworks began to go off in her head. She threw her head back and forth and her body convulsed as waves of incredible pleasure rushed through her. Her hips began to bounce on the bed. Patrick held on as he lost himself between her legs. Her thighs covered his ears and her hands pulled his hair. His cheeks, his nose and his mouth were all buried in her swollen flesh. She consumed him...all of his senses. He was in sexual heaven. When Sara's climax waned, her legs dropped from his shoulders. She let him kiss and lick her for sometime before she pushed him back. Patrick looked disoriented as he sat back. His face was covered with her juice and it dripped from his chin. "I need you," Sara whispered. She moved back until she was lying on the pillows. Then she bent her knees and opened them. She held her hand out to Patrick. He had forgotten that his pants were around his ankles and he almost fell in his haste to stand. Frantically he stripped off his shoes, socks and pants and then crawled onto the bed. Sara opened her arms and legs to him. She moaned as his chest pressed to her and their lips met. She could feel his pulsing penis dripping juice onto her stomach. Pulling her lips from his she gasped, "Fuck me Patrick. Fuck your sweet slut." She reached down for his penis. Patrick moved up on his hands and watched as Sara grasped his penis. He let her lead him to her. She directed the swollen head to her equally swollen sex lips. Slowly she moved it up and down between the lips before centering it on the hole. Sara let just the head slip inside and whispered, "Wait." Then she looked up into Patrick's eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Both of their eyes were swimming with lust and love. Patrick held himself over Sara, the head of his penis throbbing just inside her clinching lips. He waited... waited for permission to enter her... waited for permission to fuck his best friend's wife. The seconds ticked by. Slowly Sara lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, still keeping his penis at bay. Finally, she took a deep breath, her eyes still staring into his, and whispered, "Fuck me." With a bellow Patrick dropped his weight downward, forcing his penis all the way into her body. "Ahhhhhh," they both screamed as the long shaft slid to the bottom. Sara's head was spinning and she was having difficulty catching her breath. She had waited so long for this moment. She had anticipated it for weeks and now it was happening; she was having sex with another man. The part of her body she had given only to her husband was now open for another man and he was inside her as deeply as he could go. It was so much sweeter because it was a man she now knew that she loved. Patrick was gasping for breath as well. The soft warmth of her vagina was almost more than he could take. It had been six months since he had been inside a woman. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest and her legs pulling his hips downward. "Oh God," he gasped and pulled his hips back until his penis was barely inside her. This time he was the one teasing... the one holding back. He looked down at her and smiled, then dropped his hips. Again they both screamed in pleasure. However, Patrick didn't stop at the bottom. He quickly pulled back and did it again. Soon his hips were moving at a steady pace, matching the movements under him. He worked in and out, slowly increasing his pace until he was pounding into her with abandon. Sara's copious juices began to coat his penis and drip down the cheeks of her ass. The room filled with the sound of two bodies slapping together. "Yes, yes, yes, fuckkkkkk meeeee!!!" Sara screamed. She was rapidly nearing another climax when she heard Patrick gasping at her hear. "I'm... getting... close," he gasped in warning. "Cum, cum for me!" Sara encouraged. "Can I... can I... cum in you?" Patrick asked breathlessly, not knowing if she was on some type of birth control. "Yes, yes, fill me with your cum!" Sara returned, her hips pushing up at him even more rapidly. "Ohhhhhh Jesusssss!!!" Patrick moaned as his balls tightened. Suddenly he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His sperm shot from the swollen head, splattering on the welcoming interior walls of Sara's vagina. Sara felt his penis throb and knew that he was filling her with his seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she lifted her hips. She began to climax. The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one. Within a few seconds Patrick collapsed onto Sara, his breathing still ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "That was amazing!" he whispered. "For me too," Sara sighed. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still joined sex organs. However, she noticed that Patrick had lost little of his hardness. When she pushed her hips up she felt him respond. Her face turned from a smile to lustful again. Suddenly, to her surprise and delight, he began to move his hips again. Patrick was just as amazed as Sara was. In the past he had always needed a little recovery time. But not this time. Now his penis was as hard as a rock again. The second coupling lasted far longer. Their bodies worked together in unison... like they had made love a million times. Patrick rolled Sara over until she was on top of him. She sat up and smiled down at him and began to bounce up and down. The cum inside her poured out, covering their groins in the warm stickiness. When they came for the second time it was less intense but nonetheless satisfying. This time they separated, lying in each other's arms in exhaustion. Chapter 6 Brian had arrived in Chicago and checked into his room by 3 P.M. Then he made a few business phone calls and hooked up his PC to answer some e-mails. After that he went to the gym and worked out, then on to dinner by himself. However, through it all, his mind was never far from Sara and Patrick. He looked at the clock for the thousandth time. It was eight thirty and he hadn't heard from Sara yet. She told him she would call as soon as she could. It had been the longest afternoon of his life. He couldn't help wonder what was happening. His imagination was running wild. Had Patrick rejected her? Had he gotten mad and left? Or were they making love at that very moment? "Ringggggg!" His cell-phone ringing startled him. When he saw that it was from home his hands started to shake. He flipped it open quickly and said, "Hello." "Hi Brian," Sara whispered. "God I've been going crazy waiting for your call." "I'm sorry but we've been busy," she answered and then giggled. Brian's heart began to pound in his chest at her comment. "How... did... it go?" he asked, his mouth suddenly very dry. "It couldn't have gone better," she said, still whispering. "Patrick was reluctant at first but I showed him your letter." "That worked?" he asked. "Yes. Better than I could have ever hoped." "Where's Patrick now?" "He just went in to take a shower so I have a few minutes to talk. Are you in your room?" "Yes." "Well, get naked and get comfortable on the bed and I will tell you what happened." "I'm already there," Brain laughed with nervous relief. "Good." Sara giggled and paused before she said, "Brian, you should see your 'sweet slut' right now. I don't know how many climaxes I had but Patrick came in me three times and I haven't had a chance to clean up. In fact, he wouldn't let me. I'm lying here naked on our bed with my legs spread. There is cum all over my pussy, my thighs, and it's running onto the sheets. I'm going to have to change them before we go to sleep... or maybe I should say 'if' we go to sleep." Brian moaned, holding the phone to his ear he reached down to stroke his already throbbing erection. "Are you hard?" "Yes." "Good. I want you to stroke yourself slowly as I tell you about what happened. Don't cum until I tell you to, okay?" Brian moaned his agreement. He knew that Sara loved to tease and delay the final pleasure. Sometimes she could be sadistic like that. "Well, after I gave him the letter..." Sara continued, telling Brian the story, describing in detail their all day sex session. By the time she was near the end, Brian was mad with desire. He was stroking himself at Sara's instructions. She would tell him to speed up or slow down to tease him. She used words like cock, pussy, and cum because she knew the dirty talk always turned him on. She kept him on the edge for fifteen minutes, making him ease his stroking each time she detected that he was getting close. "I'm putting my hand down to my pussy Brian. It such a sopping mess. God, you should see my fingers. Now I'm spreading his cum all over my tits. Mmmm, it tastes so good too." Sara smacked her lips for emphasis. "Oh God Sara, I'm getting close," he gasped. "Not yet... hold it. I have something special to tell you. But before I do, I want you to pull the skin of your cock down tight. You know, the way you like me to do it when I masturbate you." "Ohhhh!" he moaned as he followed her instructions. His fist was wrapped around the base as he stretched the skin and squeezed. The head was swollen purple and it was so smooth that it was shining. The veins in the side bulged as he kept the blood from leaving the shaft. "Hold it down and don't move your hand, even when you start to shoot." "Okay," he hissed, his legs beginning to tremble and his heart thumping in his chest. He felt for sure that the head of his penis was going to explode. "Are you ready?" "Yes!" he hissed impatiently. "Brian... Patrick wants to fuck me in the ASS!" "Ohhhhhhh Goooooddddddd!!!" Brian moaned as he continued to squeeze the shaft. He watched as the head grew until it was like a large mushroom. Suddenly his penis throbbed. The cum shot from the tip like a cannon going off. Brian's head snapped back as it splattered across his face and landed on the headboard behind him. The second blast hit his face as well. The third splattered on his chest. It kept pouring out and he felt like it was never going to end. Finally, when it stopped pulsing, he moved his hand up and down to milk the final drops out of the shaft. Sara listened without speaking until Brian's breathing began to return to normal. "Are you still there?" she asked and giggled. "My God Sara, I don't believe I have ever shot that far or that much," he gasped. "It's all over my face and chest." Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 02 "Well, now we are both covered in cum," she laughed. Then her voice lowered and she said, "I have to run. I heard the shower shut off and Patrick will be coming back. He wants to fuck me again." "Are you going to let him fuck you in the ass?" "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Bye. I love you." With that the phone went dead in Brian's hand. He lay there looking at the phone as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She had never had anal sex. They had discussed it but she thought it would be too painful. Then he realized that Patrick was going to get her anal virginity. Suddenly his penis started to stiffen. He wiped the cum from his face and then wrapped his hand around the shaft. At about the same time that Patrick was climaxing inside Sara for the fourth time, Brian shot off for the second time. It was mid-afternoon the next day when Sara called Brian again. He was in a class so he got up and went outside and sat in a garden area. "Hi Hon," Sara said sweetly. "Hi." "Do you have time to talk?" she asked. "Yes, I just stepped outside so I'm okay." "I wanted to tell you how much I love you," she said. "I'm pretty sure that there aren't many men that would let their wives do what I have done." "Probably not," Brian laughed. He was much more relaxed today. All of the anticipation had put him on edge all day yesterday. Then when Sara hadn't called he had feared the worst. Now that it seemed to have worked out all right, he was very relieved. "So what was this about Patrick... uh... Patrick fucking you in the ass." "Oh that," she said casually. However, inside she wasn't feeling casual. She was excited and just a little scared. "Patrick did ask me that." "What did you say?" "I told him that I would talk to you." "You know that we have talked about that a couple of times. You always said that you were afraid that it would hurt. Have you changed your mind?" "Maybe. Patrick said that he and Sally used to do it all the time. When she got used to it, it became their favorite thing to do." "What do you think?" "I think that I want to try it if it's okay with you." "Then I say go ahead." "Thank you sweetheart." Brian started to say "You're welcome," but then he stopped and laughed. "What's funny?" "Nothing. I was just thinking of how outrageous our conversation would sound to anyone but you and me." "I guess it is pretty outrageous," Sara said and laughed. "So what have you two been doing?" he asked. "Well, we stayed in bed until about ten. However, we didn't fuck this morning. I'm not sure he could get it hard. Besides, your 'sweet slut's' pussy needs a little rest too." Then she added with a laugh, "I'm sure it will be ready again soon." "Well, don't wear it out." "There will always be plenty left for you." "Were is Patrick now?" "I sent him to the store. We're going to relax at the pool today then go to dinner." "And?" "Oh yes, then we are going to come home and Patrick is going to fuck my ass." Brain gasped and felt his penis begin to stir. "You'll call me afterward?" "If I survive." "Well, have fun. I'll be home tomorrow evening. I love you Sara." "I love you too... more than anything in this world. You know that don't you?" "Yes." Chapter 7 Sara had spent much of the day teasing Patrick. When they went out to the pool, she put on another of her tiny swimsuits. It was similar to the other one and exposed most of her charms, especially her ass. She could feel Patrick's eyes on her buttocks the entire time. However, she fended off his attempts to take her to the bedroom. She wanted to wait until the evening to give her time to get worked up. She figured that she was going to need all the help she could get. Later that evening she surprised Patrick when she came down wearing a skintight cocktail dress. It was red velvet and fit her like a glove. The front plunged down until the swells of her breasts threatened to fall out. It was also so short that she couldn't even wear thigh high nylons. She did put on a tiny pair of thong panties in order to prevent her juices from running down her legs. She topped the outfit off with a diamond necklace around her neck and four-inch high heels on her feet. "Wow," Patrick said, "You look good enough to eat." He had used that term before but this time he meant it. "Promises, promises," she laughed and walked past him. She could feel his eyes on her thinly covered ass cheeks as she swayed them more than normal. A chill went through her as she thought that he would be doing a lot more than looking at her ass later. They had dinner at a quiet restaurant. It gave them an opportunity to talk. Sara tiptoed around the subject of Sally's death until she saw that he wanted to talk. When he did, she let him speak without interrupting for a long time. He told her the fun they used to share and the plans they had for the future. He spoke of Sally in loving terms but also, for the first time, in the past tense. It appeared to be a catharsis for him, like a cleansing of his soul. Finally he stopped talking and looked at Sara with a strange look. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing. It just occurred to me that this is the most I've spoken about Sally since her death. It has been so hard for me to talk about it. I've wanted to but I just couldn't." Suddenly a smile came to his face. "Thank you." "I didn't do anything." "You did more than you know. You listened when few other people would. Everybody wanted to give me advice: do this, do that... take a vacation... see a counselor, etcetera. It was well meaning but I just needed someone to listen." He paused in thought and then said, "It's time. I think I'm ready to move on now. It's almost as if this dark cloud has been lifted." Sara reached over the table and grabbed his hand. There were tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy for you." "In only a few days, you and Brian have made such a difference. I can see how you two care for each other...care about how the other feels. Hopefully one day I will have a relationship like that again." "I know you will," Sara whispered. They fell silent for a long time. When Patrick started to talk again, he had a naughty look on his face. "Now let's talk about the first time Sally and I had anal sex." Sara's face showed her shock at the change in direction of their conversation. But she felt a chill go through her and she squirmed on the chair. Patrick explained that it was Sally that first suggested anal sex. He was against it, fearing that it would hurt her. However, Sally brought home a porno movie called "Caught From Behind 15." It contained only scenes involving anal sex. They watched one woman after another take the largest penises they had ever seen with ease. When the movie was over they went upstairs to try it. Patrick was hesitant but Sally was insistent. Then with TLC Patrick found that he was able to bury his entire penis in Sally's ass without discomfort for her. She went wild and in fact, her orgasm was so intense that she passed out. "Wow," Sara whispered excitedly. "You know what that story did?" "What?" "It made my little hole pucker in anticipation." Sara's face flushed at her naughty words. "Well, it may pucker but it's not going to be so little when I'm done," he laughed. Sara felt her panties soaking through. "Let's get out of here." Several minutes later they were rushing home. They kissed in the car before getting out. Then they stopped at the door and kissed again. Patrick's hands found Sara's ass cheeks and slipped under her dress. He pulled the dress up in back and pressed her against the door. The cool wood of the door made Sara gasp and she pushed her hips back at him. Then she felt his finger worming down between her cheeks. When it reached her little rear hole she tensed. "Relax," Patrick whispered. Slowly he slipped the tip of his finger into her back passage. He circled the little hole gently with his fingertip. Then he pushed upward slowly but firmly. "Oh God," Sara gasped as his entire finger went up her ass. She raised up on her toes and moaned into Patrick's shoulder. An unexpected chill raced from her rear hole to her now sopping wet vagina. Then, when she felt Patrick pulling his finger out, she felt empty and moved backward, trying to capture it again. Patrick was accommodating and pushed his finger inside again. Her little rose was tighter than he expected and it squeezed him like a velvet vise. He felt her warmth surrounding his moving digit. As his lips searched for her mouth again, his finger began to move in and out and he pressed his now throbbing penis against her groin. "Pa... Patrick... let's go in... in before a...a neighbor sees us," Sara gasped. Without removing his finger, Patrick opened the door and moved Sara backward into the living room. He slammed the door with his foot and directed her over to a large cushioned chair. Then he spun her around until she was forced over the back of the chair. Sara reached her hands out and grasped the arms of the chair. She felt Patrick's finger slip out and then he reached under her dress to pull her tiny panties down. A chill of excitement rushed through her when she felt him kneeling behind her. She began to gasp for breath as his lips touched the soft skin of her ass cheeks. "Patrick, Patrick, Patrick," she moaned incoherently. Patrick began to kiss the globes of her ass. He grasped her buttocks with his fingers, slowly opening the fleshy cheeks. He gasped when he saw the tiny star winking at him. It was pink and puckered and looked like a tiny closed rose. Below it he saw her swollen vagina with her abundant juice dripping out. His mouth moved forward. "Ahhhhh!!!" Sara screamed as his tongue began to circle her rear hole. Patrick stretched her cheeks wide in order to get his mouth as close as possible. He stiffened his tongue and pushed on the tiny opening. It resisted briefly before giving away and letting him inside. He heard Sara grunt as his tongue moved in as deeply as it could go. Then he pulled back out and circled the outside rim before plunging inside again. Sara gasped in pleasure. He sucked and licked her little hole for a long time. Finally, he pulled back and looked at the little star. It was swollen and pulsing with excitement. He felt that her ass was ready and he wet two of his fingers and brought them to the hole. He pressed forward, slowly increasing the pressure. Sara moaned again and lifted up on her toes as if to get away from the searching fingers. It actually gave Patrick a better angle. He pushed harder, feeling her opening to him. Soon both fingers were in to the second knuckle. With one more hard push he had them all the way inside. "Ohhhhh," Sara cried in a moment of shock and her body froze. Patrick waited for a minute, giving her a chance to adjust. Then he began to move his fingers in and out slowly, stretching her hole. Sara squirmed and gasped as she felt his fingers move deep into her rear passage. "Let's go upstairs," Patrick said and pulled Sara to her feet, keeping two fingers in her ass. He wrapped his other arm around her front and grasped her breasts as he began to move her toward the stairs. "How do you like my fingers up your ass?" he whispered hotly in her ear. He pushed his fingers in deep. "Ohhhhh!!!" Sara gasped in response. She felt him squeezing her breast as he used it for leverage to pump his fingers into her from behind. Patrick walked her slowly to the steps, his fingers never leaving her hole. Then he slowly led her up the stairs. Sara was breathing heavily now. With each step she felt Patrick's fingers move out and then back into her. She was like a rag doll in his arms. Her legs began to tremble and by the time they reached the top she was ready to collapse. Patrick practically carried her into the bedroom. When they reached the bed he reluctantly pulled his fingers out and sat her down. Then he quickly stripped her naked before taking off his own clothes. He moved her to the center of the bed and crawled between her legs on his knees. His rock hard penis pulsed in front of him and there was a long string of his juice hanging from the swollen tip. He lifted Sara's legs and placed them on his shoulder as he moved closer. Sara watched excitedly as he pressed his penis downward until it was pointing at her now pulsing rear hole. Suddenly her body was on fire and every nerve was tingling. She was ready. Instead of plunging into her ass, Patrick slipped his long shaft into her sopping vagina. "Let me get it wet first," he gasped as the warm walls of her vagina caressed him. "Ohhhhh," Sara groaned and closed her eyes. Her hips hunched up in reflex, forcing him to the bottom of her hole where her pooling juices coated his penis. Patrick plunged in and out several times before abruptly pulling himself all the way out. "Jesus," Sara gasped and her eyes flew open. Now Patrick's penis was dripping with Sara's juice. He quickly lowered his penis again and touched the little rear hole, lifting her hips at the same time. Sara closed her eyes again and tensed. "Relax," Patrick whispered. He pressed downward and watched the tiny hole resist. Sara bit her lip and her face scrunched up in anticipation of the pain. Slowly her tiny hole began to open. Then, in one quick motion it swallowed the head, snapping shut under the crown. Both of them gasped. Patrick stopped his downward pressure. He watched Sara's face for signs of pain and waited for any signal to go ahead. Sara was surprised that she had felt very little discomfort. She opened her eyes and looked between her legs. She saw that the head of Patrick's penis was no longer visible. She knew that the head had to be the toughest part. Her eyes met Patrick's and she saw a look of concern. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Fuck me!" Then she relaxed her sphincter muscles and lifted her hips. The corners of Patrick's mouth turned up in a smile and he began to push again. Slowly his penis began to disappear. He could feel the walls of her canal squeezing the shaft as it inched deeper and deeper. He could feel Sara's tight hole reacting. However, instead of pushing him out, it felt like she was pulling him in. Sara began to moan at the incredible feeling. She watched with half closed eyes as the long shaft disappeared into her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Instead of pain she felt only fullness and a feeling of being stretched. There was a tingling deep inside her bowels that sent an electric current through her entire body. Patrick sighed when his balls touched her buttocks. He was all the way inside. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like he could climax any second. He paused, waiting for Sara to adjust but also giving him a chance to settle down. Now Sara's eyes were closed tight. Her breath was coming in great gasps. Patrick eased Sara's legs around his waist. Slowly he lowered himself until he was lying on top of her. He brought his lips to hers. Sara moaned deep in her throat and opened her mouth to his tongue. Now she was filled at both ends. Suddenly she wanted him to move. Her hips began to twitch upward. Patrick pulled his lips away and he looked down at her face. He saw no pain, only lust. A smile came to his lips and he slowly pulled himself from her, lifting his hips until only the head of his penis was still inside. A second later he plunged back down. "Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sara gasped as his penis went in as deeply as it could go. Patrick began to pump his hips up and down slowly but firmly, feeling the tight hole opening and responding to him. Soon he was moving rapidly. The bedsprings began to squeak as his hips drove his long shaft into her now welcoming hole. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sara gasped over and over. Her head flew back and forth and her hips lifted off the bed. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of the two lovers rushing toward climax. It was Patrick that reached his peak first. "Oh Jesus Sara, I can't wait anymore," he gasped. He wanted desperately to wait but the excitement of an entire day of teasing was too much for him. "Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, cum in my assssss!!!" she screamed as her own climax rushed over her. It felt like an explosion, starting in her bowels and moving outward until her entire body was consumed. It was a climax unlike anything she had ever experienced. "Oh God, I'm cummmmmiiiiiinnnnggg!!!" Patrick screamed as his balls began to unleash his sperm deep into her willing ass. Sara could feel it. She could actually feel the warm sperm as it coated the walls of her anus. Her own climax intensified. Both lovers froze, their bodies pressed tightly together, consumed in passion. Chapter 8 The airport was a mess that afternoon. Brian's flight had been delayed for several hours and then cancelled. He was herded from one ticket counter to another until finally he found a flight that would get him home by 10 P.M. The delay was especially agonizing because of his desire to be with Sara. His thoughts had been consumed with her since their conversation that morning. She had described to him, in great detail, what she and Patrick had done. Unfortunately there had been no opportunity for him to relieve himself. Now, as he exited the airport and got on the expressway he suddenly became apprehensive. What would he say to Patrick? What would their relationship be like now? The plan had worked even better than they had expected. Now he was also worried about how Sara's and his relationship would change. They had promised that it would not, but now he wondered if that promise could be kept. Like it or not, they would both have to face the consequences. The house was unusually quiet as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He thought for a moment about calling out to Sara. Instead he walked quietly to the stairs. He noticed that Patrick's door was closed and he almost sighed in relief. He guessed that he had gone to bed early. When he reached the bedroom, he found that door closed as well. He stopped suddenly and wondered if he should knock. Then he figured that that would be crazy. Slowly he turned the knob and pushed the door gently open. He peeked inside and saw that the room was dark with just the glow of a couple of candles. When his eyes adjusted he saw Sara on the bed. A smile spread across his face. He put his suitcase down and walked over to stand at the bed. Sara's face was glowing in the flickering light as she stared up at him. She had on a white lace corset with matching nylons and no panties. She looked like an angel... a very sexy angel. Brian's already rapidly beating heart began to beat faster. He felt an immediate stirring in his groin. "Go take your shower. I'll be waiting for you," she whispered. Brian overcame the urge to strip right there and attack her. Without a word he turned and went into the bathroom. With lightning speed he stripped and jumped into the shower, not even waiting for the water to heat up. He scrubbed the grime of the day from his suddenly rejuvenated body. Then he dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still damp and there were drops of water on the places that he had missed in his haste. Sara was still in the same position when he came back into the room. She sat up and patted the bed next to her. Brian dropped his towel and hurried onto the bed. However, when he tried to kiss her she pushed him back until he was lying down. She smiled at him and gently kissed his lips. "I love you," she whispered. Before he could answer she kissed him passionately, her tongue rushing into his mouth. When she pulled away they were both breathing heavily. "Just relax," she whispered, "This is going be a special night for you." Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03 Chapter 1 Groggy and disoriented, Brian came slowly out of his deep sleep. His eyelids seemed to be shackled with weights as he forced them open and looked at the clock on the night table... 7:30 A.M. Turning over, he saw that the bed next to him was empty and thought that Sara was in the shower already. He lay quietly in the comfort and warmth of his bed, gradually letting the cobwebs clear. Suddenly, stark images of the previous night flashed in his head. He sat up quickly and looked around the room, unsure of what he was looking for. Then he took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he fell back on the bed, rubbing his face in a vain attempt clear his mind. For a second he thought that the images were the aftereffects a sex dream. However, this dream didn't fade like those dreams always do. Instead the images became sharper. He remembered Sara lying on him in the dark room when the door opened... Suddenly, there were three people on the bed. Of course he knew that it was Patrick but it didn't register immediately. The room was pitch black. Sara was kissing him. His penis was snuggly lodged inside her warm hole. He felt her pushing her hips down until he was all the way inside. He could feel her vagina squeezing him in her velvet tunnel; her sweet hole began to pulse and vibrate around his swollen shaft. Then her body tensed. He felt Patrick straddling her hips, his feet on either side of his legs. "What's go..." he started to say. However, Sara's lips cut off his words. Then, before he could comprehend what was going on there was more movement and Sara, her lips close to his ear, grunted and sucked in her breath. He felt her vagina suddenly grow tighter around his shaft. Then he felt friction through the thin membrane... something was sliding past his penis. In shock and disbelief, he realized that Patrick was entering Sara's ass! His heart began to pound inside his chest and sweat beads formed on his brow as he lay frozen... as if movement would somehow show his acceptance of what was going on. This was more than he had bargained for. He wanted to watch his wife with another man but not have sex with her at the same time. He had never even considered such a thing. Yet, his penis lost none of its hardness and, in fact, pulsed even harder. Suddenly Sara's normally tight hole grew even tighter and it felt like a rubber band had just been wrapped around the length of his penis. His mouth grew dry as he tried to control his rapid breathing. He couldn't think of anything but the tightness surrounding his shaft. The sphincter muscles of Sara's vagina squeezed him at the base of his penis and he could feel her insides quivering around his shaft. A second later the penis in Sara's ass began to move. An unintentional moan escaped Brian's lips when he felt the penis sliding out and then back in. The bedsprings squeaked as Sara's body was forced down onto him, pressing them both heavily to the bed. There were whimpers and gasps of pleasure coming from her lips. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned in an excited whisper. "Oh God! Oh God!" The weight from above continued to push Sara downward. As the penis in her ass moved deeper, Brian's penis moved deeper, following the other shaft, until both were totally encased in her body, side by side... one on top of the other. All three of them stopped moving. The darkness of the room surrounded them, encasing them in an anonymity that made this perverse sex act seem okay somehow. Sara began to moan incoherently now, almost as if she were in pain. Yet, she didn't move except for her heaving chest. Seconds ticked by. All three of them seemed to be waiting for someone to make the first move, someone to scream out, anything that would indicated that it was okay to continue... or to stop. Brian was the first to move. Gradually, his lower body began to lift upward with a will of its own. He pushed his hips up, almost in reflex, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his penis into Sara. That was the signal that they were all looking for. Sara gasped and Patrick moaned. Then she lifted upward, allowing Brian's penis to slip out until just the head was inside. This allowed Patrick's penis to move the last inch into her anal canal. With a grunt of pleasure she pushed back down hard to take Brian deep into her vagina again. Patrick's slipped out until only the constricted sphincter muscles held the head. Not to be denied, Patrick pushed back in, encasing himself in her warmth again. Brian pulled out. Soon a rhythm began. As Brian's penis would go in, the penis in Sara's ass would slip out. In and out... in and out. After a few missed beats they began to move together. Suddenly they were like dancers moving in perfect tempo. As Patrick pushed inside, Sara would gasp and Brian would moan. Then Brian's penis would slip out and Patrick's in again. Sara's gasps turned to whimpers of pleasure with each plunge of the two penises. The large shafts stretched both holes like she had never experienced. Excitement consumed Brian. He bucked his hips upward and quickly pulled back until just the head was inside. A second later he could feel her rear hole being filled by Patrick. He waited an instant and pushed inside again as Patrick pulled his penis out. Sara was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed down by the weight above and then forced upward by the hips below. She could no longer control any movement... like a prisoner of passion. Her body began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed her. It didn't take long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send her over the top, hurtling her willingly into an amazing climax. Brian knew the signs. Her grunts and moans spurred him on. His hips began to lift frantically off the bed. Suddenly the rhythm was lost and both of the men moved into her at the same time, stretching her normally tight holes almost to the bursting point. The powerful contractions inside Sara's vagina were too much for Brian. He pushed hard one last time. His penis throbbed and the head expanded as his thick juice shot out of the pulsing shaft, ricocheting off the slick walls deep inside her pulsing hole. Patrick cried out in pleasure and he too pushed as deeply as he could go. The throbbing of the penis in the other hole was too much for him. With a scream of pleasure, he emptied the contents of his balls into Sara's ass. Brian was barely aware that his wife had stopped whimpering. He vaguely felt movement on the bed as he drifted off. He was asleep before the bedroom door opened and closed again. Chapter 2 Brian shook his head as if to clear the images from his mind as he got out of bed, his now stiff shaft bobbing in front of him. He staggered to the bathroom and found that Sara wasn't there. He sat on the toilet for a few minutes, waiting for his erection to diminish before he could pee, contemplating what he was going to say to Sara after last night. Then he stepped into the shower. A few minutes later he brushed his teeth, shaved, and wrapped a robe around his still naked body. Then, with just a touch of trepidation, he went to look for Sara. He walked downstairs and started to turn toward the kitchen. On a hunch he turned the other way and walked quietly toward Patrick's room. When he saw that the door was slightly ajar, he hesitated. Patrick's room was quiet. He started to turn back when he heard a low groan. Suddenly his now wilted penis pulsed and began to harden. His heart fluttered in his chest as he slowly moved toward the open door. His hand was trembling as he pushed the door open a couple of inches until he could see the dresser mirror at the foot of the bed. A gasp escaped his lips and his eyes opened in shock: Sara was totally naked and sitting on Patrick's penis. Her chest was pressed to his, their mouths locked together as her hips worked up and down rapidly. Brian stood transfixed as he stared at his friend's shaft slipping in and out of his wife. It appeared wet and shiny and coated with Sara's juices, indicating that they had been at it for some time. He saw Sara turn her head to the rear and look over her shoulder into the dresser mirror. A smile came to her lips when their eyes met. It almost seemed that she had been waiting for him because she sat up quickly and then settled down on Patrick's penis, taking it all the way inside her. Then she reached up and lifted her hair from her shoulders in a casual attitude. She began to move up and down rapidly, taking his penis all the way inside with each downward thrust. "Yes fuck me! Fuck me good," she gasped loudly, her breasts bouncing up and down with her now frantic movements. She squirmed her hips and thrust them back and forth like a stripper doing a bump and grind. She moaned in pleasure. Brian suddenly realized that she had set this up... that she had left the door open on purpose and was in fact waiting for him. He felt his face flush with excitement. He watched, mesmerized as his wife put on a show for him. He looked back to the point where their sex organs met and reached into his robe to pull out his penis. He could see her swollen lips stretched almost to the bursting point by Patrick's fat shaft. Slowly he began to move his hand up and down as he watched the most exciting thing he had ever witnessed. He could see everything plainly now. It wasn't dark and he wasn't looking through a dirty window. It was exactly what he had wished for. His wife was being "fucked" by another man and he was watching. Actually, it was his wife that was doing the "fucking." And, it was apparent that she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath. He watched as she grasped her breasts and squeezed them. He saw Patrick's hands reach for her waist to hold her in position as his hips began to push upward. Suddenly she turned again and looked into the mirror. Her lust filed eyes glared at Brian as he stood frozen just outside the doorway. Her lips curled into a pretty smile when she saw that he was masturbating. Then she turned back toward Patrick and placed her hands on his chest. She pushed herself upward until his penis slipped out and then placed her feet onto the bed astride his hips until she was squatting with the swollen head at her entrance. Brian almost lost it. He had to stop stroking his penis for fear that he might squirt onto the floor like some adolescent boy. The view that he now had was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He could see the long and very wet shaft poised at her pulsing hole. The skin on the swollen crown was stretched until it was smooth and purple. The wet and pulsing head looked almost angry. Sara's inner lips were hanging open... swollen and quivering in anticipation. Brian looked up at Sara's face and saw that she was still staring at him. He held his breath as she stared into his eyes. Gradually she began to move lower, taking Patrick inside slowly, inch by inch. She held his stare as the shaft disappeared into her. When her buttocks reached his thighs, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Oh Godddddd!!!" she moaned. Then she paused, holding him deep inside. A second later she began to move up and down as if in slow motion, letting the wet shaft slip almost all the way out before taking it inside again. Brian's hand moved up and down his shaft at the same pace that Sara was moving. When she started to move faster, he moved his hand faster. "Ohhhhh!!! Sara gasped. Soon she was bouncing up and down so fast that she was almost leaving the bed with each upward movement. The room filled with the squeaking of the bed and the sloppy squishing sound of their sex organs colliding. Brian could no longer see Sara's face. She hand turned back to her lover and her head was bent. Her body began to tremble with the unmistakable signs of climax. Patrick's hips lifted from the bed and he let out a long moan. He froze in mid air, lifting Sara's hips high. Brian's eyes opened wide. He could actually see Patrick's balls pull up to his body and then pulse. Suddenly he knew that he was climaxing into his wife. As if he needed proof, several seconds later, he saw white cream begin to run from between his wife's stretched lips and trickle across his balls. Each time she lifted up, he saw more juice on the shaft until their frantic movements turned it to a frothy cream. Brian's head began to spin and it felt like his knees were going to give out. He knew he had to get out of there or he would squirt onto the floor. However, he forced himself to stay until he saw Patrick's shaft begin to shrink and then slip from Sara's saturated hole. A thick stream of white cream followed it. Brian turned and hurried from the doorway. Chapter 3 "Good morning," Sara said as she walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. Brian looked up from his paper. He was sitting at the kitchen table, still in his robe, with a cup of coffee in front of him. For some strange reason he wanted to appear casual to Sara. However, inside he was anything but casual. His heartbeat had yet to return to normal and his penis still throbbed between his legs, barely covered by his robe. He saw that Sara was wearing a robe as well and knew that she was naked underneath. He was also pretty sure that she had not had time to clean up. "Would... would you like a cup of coffee," he said, trying to disguise his nervousness. However, the flutter in his voice belied his outward calmness. "Yes, thank you," she answered and sat down. Brian got up, got her a cup and sat it in front of her before taking his seat again. He picked up the coffeepot to pour her some and tried to keep his hand from trembling. The pot shook and he had to use his other for support. He hoped that Sara didn't notice, however, she was staring at him. The two of them were silent for a few minutes. When the silence became uncomfortable, Sara said, "Are you okay?" "Uh... yeah... sure," Brian answered, not sure if that was true. He picked the paper back up and acted like he was reading. After what happened last night and what he had witnessed this morning he wasn't sure how he felt. On one hand it was exciting and he knew that it was what he had dreamed of for so long...at least up to a point. On the other hand, he was having doubts for the first time. He worried about his and Sara's relationship, not to mention his relationship with Patrick. "You don't sound okay," she said, looking at his face across the top of the newspaper. She was a little worried now. Maybe she had gone too far, too fast. It sounded like a good idea last night when she and Patrick had hatched the plan. But that was in the excitement of the moment. Now, in the cold light of day, she too had questions. Sara got up and came around to Brian. She pushed the newspaper out of the way and sat on his lap. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," he returned and they kissed. He could feel her warm buttocks on his thighs and felt his penis throb. When their lips parted Brian started to speak. Sara placed her fingers on his lips to quiet him and said, "Let's just take it slow. Everything is going to be okay." She squirmed on his lap and felt his stiff penis under her. She smiled, knowing that regardless of what his demeanor indicated, he was excited by what he had witnessed. The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes before Sarah got up and said, "Let me get breakfast started. I thought we would do some sight seeing today if it's okay. I know Patrick loves Civil War history so I thought we would park out off of Route 50." "It's okay with me," Brian answered. In the other room, Patrick had just finished taking his shower and was dressed. He hesitated when it was time to go out and face Brian. He too was struggling with doubts now. Yet, he knew that they had gone too far to turn back and that what they had started was going to be played out. He also knew how he felt about Sara and wondered if he and Brian's relationship would survive. There were no easy answers so he took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. "Hey Brian," he said. "Hey," Brian returned, with forced cheerfulness. "Eggs and bacon okay with you guys?" Sara said as she looked over her shoulder at them. "Sure," they both answered. "Coffee?" Brian said, reaching over with the pot to pour Patrick a cup before he answered. "Thanks." Sara walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. She bent over and looked for the eggs and bacon. Brian looked over Patrick's shoulder as Sara bent. Her short robe pulled up to reveal the backs of her thighs almost to her buttocks. He suppressed a moan when he saw her inner thighs glistening. She hadn't cleaned up. His eyes lingered as his heart began to beat rapidly. Patrick saw Brian staring and naturally turned to see what he was looking at. Although he was very satisfied, the site of Sara bending over brought a chill of excitement to him. When he turned back he saw Brian looking at him. In that moment something passed between the two men. It was a message... a message that said everything was going to be all right. Patrick smiled. Brian's smiled back. "So who do they say is going to be number one this year in the college football poll," Patrick asked, referring to the headlines on the sports page lying in front of Brian. "Oklahoma," Brian said. "All right!" Patrick said enthusiastically. With that comment the ice was broken and both men began to banter about who was the best team. Sara heard them and almost sighed in relief. An hour later they were in the car, heading out for the day. Brian had pushed up the armrest between the two front seats and Sara was sitting between the two men, her thighs touching both. As they drove she casually placed her hand first on Brian's thigh just below the hem of his shorts and then on Patrick's. Brian glanced over and saw her hand moving up and down Patrick's thigh. At the same time she began to move her hand on his thigh. Brian's penis hardened immediately. Sara used her fingers to tickle under the hem of both men's shorts. She knew that she was driving them mad and almost giggled. Then she moved her hand upward, across the legs of their shorts, slowly moving toward their groins. She squeezed their thighs, high on their legs, just inches from the tents in their shorts. As Sara grew bolder, Brian began to squirm in his seat. When her hand reached his stiff shaft, he gasped quietly and tried to concentrate on the road. He figured correctly that her other hand was on Patrick's groin. The short ride seemed to take a very long time. Brian wasn't sure about Patrick but he knew that he was having difficulty keeping his hips still and his eyes on the road. Several times he had swerved when the tires hit the rumble strips on the side of the road. He was almost relieved when he pulled into the parking lot of the Civil War park. It turned quiet in the car as Brian shut off the engine. "Uh... I think you have to let us go if we are going to get out," Brian said as his eyes flashed from Sara to Patrick and then down at her hands. "Sorry," she giggled before giving them one last squeeze. The three of them spent several hours walking around the beautiful park. It was a restored battlefield, located along a mountain pass. The views were breathtaking. "It's so sad," Sara said as she peered over the stone wall to the valley below. Brian and Patrick were standing next to her. A gentle breeze ruffled Sara's short summer dress and swayed the tops of the large trees in the forest below them. Beyond the trees were rolling green fields where the South had charged the North in a fierce battle. Thousands of soldier's, mostly young boys, had died that day. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03 "What's sad?" Brian asked. "It's sad that so many men died here. And to think that they were all a part of the same country." Sara placed her arms around the waist of both men and pulled them close. "It was an amazing time in our history," Patrick said. "I've always wondered what our country would have been like today if the war had turned out differently." "It's probably good that we'll never know," Brian said as he stared across the valley. They could almost hear the screams of men and the sound of exploding guns. The three of them stood there for a long time lost in their own thoughts. Finally Brian said, "I'm getting a little hungry. Should we get something from the food court? It might close early on weekdays." "I saw some picnic tables on the hill pastsed the parking lot," Sara said. They got hotdogs, sodas and chips and walked over to the picnic tables. Because school had started, the park was mostly deserted. There were a few tour buses in the parking lot and several cars but otherwise the lot was empty. Sara sat between Brian and Patrick as they ate. When Sara finished she reached down and placed her hands on both men's thighs again. A second later, without warning, she grabbed their crotches. She almost giggled when they jumped at the same time. She began to massage their soft penises through the leg of their shorts. Still, they continued to eat as if nothing was happening. However, Sara could feel something happening as their penises stiffened in her hands. A smile came to her face. A second later she was opening first Brian's pants and then Patrick's, pulling their now hard shafts out into the bright sunlight. Brain sat stiffly, tense, as he looked around the park to see if there were any tourists near. He almost sighed in relief when he saw that the tour buses had left and that there was only one other car on the lot. A little moan escaped his lips when Sara started to pump her hands up and down. Sara leaned close to Brian and whispered, "Move back a little." Brian's heart was pounding in his chest as he moved back. He saw Sara look around the park briefly before her head dropped to his lap. A moan escaped his lips when she began to suck him. Excitement raced through him as he placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed her down. He heard her gag but she didn't pull away. Instead he felt her throat opening and his penis slipping all the way inside. His eyes opened wide when he realized that she was taking him into her throat. She had never done that before. Suddenly he could feel her lips on his balls. It was only an instant before she pulled back, but she had taken every inch of him. Then she moved up and down rapidly, taking him all the way in each time she moved down. Brian had to fight the urge to climax. Before Brian could climax though, Sara pulled away and smiled up at him. Her lips were wet and swollen. Then she turned and bent over Patrick to take his penis into her mouth. Brian caught Patrick's look of pleasure and surprise as she took him into her throat as well. After several minutes Sara pulled away from Patrick. She looked disoriented and her eyes were swimming with excitement. She said, "I have to have a cock in me." Brian was amazed when she stood up and pushed him back further. She turned to the side, pulled her dress up in back and reached for his shaft. A second later his penis was slipping into her. "Sara," he gasped as he felt her already wet vagina covering him. Although he was nervous about being out in public, he didn't try to push her off. Instead he sat with his eyes opened wide searching the park nervously. "Oh God that feels so good," Sara gasped as she squirmed her hips in order to force Brian's penis in as deeply at it could go. Patrick looked over at Sara and smiled. She smiled back before turning to kiss Brian passionately. Brian was rapidly losing his concern for where they were. He could feel Sara's juice running down his penis as she began to move subtly on him. "God Sara," he whispered as his excitement grew. When Sara felt that he was getting too excited, she abruptly lifted up. Brian moaned in frustration as his now very wet penis slipped out of her and was left throbbing in the afternoon sun. "We can't forget Patrick can we?" Sara whispered and turned to him. With one quick movement she pulled her dress up again and sat on him. Patrick gasped like Brian had done as he felt the velvet walls of Sara's vagina swallow him. Sara had just begun to move when Patrick grabbed her hips and held her still. A second later a middle aged couple walked by. They smiled and said hi and continued to their car. The couple got into their car and left, leaving only their car on the parking lot. Now that they were alone, Sara began to bounce up and down on Patrick with abandon. She saw Brian watching excitedly but he looked a little lonely. Suddenly, she leaned over and pulled his lips to her. Brian moaned as her tongue went into his mouth. He could feel her body responding to Patrick's now pumping hips. Incredibly he felt her tongue moving in and out of his mouth in time with Patrick's movement. Sara's eyes closed and she moaned into her husband's mouth. She could feel the swollen head of Patrick's penis swelling inside her. She squeezed her thighs together, tightening her vagina. The friction sent an electric charge through her as she continued to kiss Brian. A second later she began to tremble as a strong climax rushed through her. Patrick felt it and the corresponding clenching of her vagina. "Sara," he gasped in warning. He clenched his teeth and tried to hold his climax back. But it was too late and he began to pump his cum into her. Brian kept Sara from falling as her body convulsed on Patrick's lap. He saw the incredible look of pleasure on her face. His penis throbbed with excitement as he held her and waited for his turn. It took a few minutes for Sara to come down from her climax and regain her composure. When she did, she smiled deviously at her husband before turning to kiss Patrick passionately. Then she pulled from Patrick, letting his wilted penis slip from her saturated hole and moved over to Brian. Again she turned and lifted her dress. She reached between her legs and grabbed his penis, bringing it to center of her sopping hole. She moved the head back and forth between her swollen lips before slipping it inside just a little. She paused. Using the muscles in her vagina, she clamped down on the swollen head. Brian moaned when he felt it. It was something she had never done before. His heart pounded and his balls began to churn. He wanted desperately to push into her. However, he knew that she was controlling things so he waited. Sara was beginning to breathe heavily again. Amazingly, her lips had become so sensitive that she could actually feel the crown of Brian's penis and the indented ridge that lead to his shaft. She worked her muscles to clamp under the crown before lifting up just a fraction to let them slip along the head. "Do you want it?" Sara whispered to Brian. "Do you want your big cock in my sloppy cunt?" Brian gasped. He had never heard such nasty words coming from his wife. It excited him. "Yesssss!!!" he croaked. Sara smiled broadly and looked over at Patrick and winked. Then she dropped her hips to his lap, taking his penis all the way inside. Brian almost screamed in pleasure. Instead he bit his lip and hissed through clenched teeth as he felt the warmth and wetness surround him. Now he felt the tight muscles of her vagina clamping around the base of his penis. At the same time, juice was running from her hole and across his swollen balls. It was too much for him. He grabbed Sara's hips and held her tight on his lap and let out a growl of pleasure. A second later he was adding his sperm to her already filled cavern. Chapter 4 The sexual tension was almost palpable as the three of them sat in the clubroom watching television later that evening. It was the same room where all of this had started several days earlier. Sara had taken a shower and returned dressed in a very short Japanese kimono. It was black silk and was imprinted with red dragons, spitting fire. It matched her mood. Although she had climaxed multiple times in the last twenty-four hours, she had never felt as horny in her life. Just being around the two sexy men seemed to drive her mad with desire. A look or a touch from either could set her on fire. She had even masturbated in the bathroom after they had gotten home. At that point she had attributed her excitement to the fact that she had gobs of cum running out of her. Yet now, even after she had cleaned up, she was excited again. As they sat quietly, Sara began to run her hands up and down both men's legs again. Then she leaned over and kissed Patrick as her hands found his already stiff shaft. A second later she pulled away from Patrick and turned to kiss Brian, using her free hand to grab him. When she pulled away she looked from one lover to the other and whispered, "Take your clothes off. I want you both naked." The two men sat there shocked without moving. While Sara knew that they were uncomfortable, she wasn't going to let them off. She knew that this was a critical point. If they balked now... well, she wasn't going to let that happen. "Come on, hurry," she said and squeezed them for emphasis. Brian stood up first and then Patrick. The men glanced at each other and then down at Sara. They saw a determined look on her face. Self-consciously they began to strip. Sara sat back with a big grin of victory on her face. She looked from one man to the other as they stripped in front of her. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she watched them reveal their bodies. She almost giggled when she thought; now you guys know how women feel when men ogle them. However, she also realized that ogling wasn't bad. In fact, it was pretty exciting. Patrick's upper body was better defined than Brian's was but Brian's legs were more muscular. Nonetheless, both of them were very well built. The front of their shorts was tented with their erections. Before the men could pull their underwear down Sara said, "Here, let me do that." With that she reached over and placed her fingers into Brian's underwear. Slowly she began to pull them down. She giggled when his rampant penis got stuck in the elastic. When she pulled the waistband out, his penis flipped up and slapped his stomach. She giggled again. Brian placed his hands self-consciously over his penis. Sara turned to Patrick and slowly pulled his shorts down, letting his penis flip up like Brian's had done. Soon they were standing naked in front of Sara looking embarrassed with their hands over their groins. "Come on guys, let me see," Sara said. Brian and Patrick looked sheepishly at one another. At the same time they moved their hands. "Oh my," Sara gasped as she stared at two very stiff and pulsing shafts. Brian's was thinner and slightly longer. However, Patrick's had a larger head and the shaft was very thick. Both were throbbing and juice was bubbling from the slit. She stared at them for a long time, comparing and contrasting them in her mind. Finally she decided that she loved them both and grasped both in her fists. The two men moaned and closed their eyes. "Um... let's see... which one do I want to suck first," she teased. As if it was a big decision Sara paused and stared at the two penises in her hands. She worked her fists up and down, making the heads pulse and swell even larger. "It's so hard to decide," she said. Suddenly both men were trembling with need. "I think I will chose Patrick's first," she said to herself as if the two men were not standing there trembling. She bent her head and opened her mouth to suck the head of Patrick's penis inside. Patrick moaned. Brian stared. The juice on the head of his penis turned into a stream and trickled across his wife's hand. He watched from very close as his loving wife's lips stretched around another man's penis. He had not gotten a very good view in the park today. This time he could see everything plainly. Sara's eyes were closed and she had an almost angelic like expression on her face. Brian had never seen her look more beautiful. Sara moaned as she sucked the swollen head. She could taste his sweet pre-cum juice as it dribbled into her mouth. Her hand moved up and down the shaft in a milking motion, squeezing out more sweet juice as her head began to move back and forth. After a minute she pulled away and looked up at her husband. A smile came to her face when she saw the excitement in his eyes. "My goodness," she said when she looked at the back of her hand. Brian's juice was running down to her wrist. She pulled her hand away for a moment and used her tongue to lick the juice. "Mmmm, your juices are very sweet." Then she opened her mouth and sucked the head of Brian's penis inside her mouth. With her hands working up and down the shafts again, Sara moved from one man to the other, sucking and swallowing their pre-cum juice as if it was from a sweet peach. She could feel her sex lips throbbing with excitement as she teased them, working her fist on their shafts and sucking the swollen heads. Both men had their eyes closed and were rocking back and forth in time with her sucking mouth or pumping hand. After a few minutes Sara pulled her mouth away and held their shiny penises up as if proud of her handy work. It took a few seconds for the two men to open their eyes. When they did, they saw Sara staring up at them, her pretty blues eyes flashing, her lips slightly swollen and wet. "Brian, sit down," Sara ordered. There was little doubt that she was in charge. Brian followed orders and sat next to Sara. A second later Sara rose up, pulling her kimono up and straddling him, facing Patrick. She heard Brian gasp as she sat on his penis, taking it all the way into her in one movement. Then she pulled Patrick closer and began to suck him again. Her head was spinning with excitement as she sucked one and fucked the other. Suddenly, without warning she felt her vagina begin to quiver. She moaned deep in her throat as a strong climax rushed through her. She squeezed her legs together and stopped sucking the shaft as she convulsed in pleasure. Sara's climax lasted a long time. Each time she thought that it was over she would feel the penis in her mouth or vagina twitch. That reminded her of what a slut she had become and her climax intensified. As Sara recovered she felt Brian twitching inside her and realized that he was close. She abruptly stopped moving on him and then pulled away, leaving his wet penis exposed in the low light of the clubroom. Then she made the men switch places. A second later she was sucking Brian and had Patrick inside her. Incredibly, Sara began to climax again. When she had recovered and before Patrick could climax, she pulled away. Then she had the two men sit side by side on the sofa and she knelt at their feet. For a long time she alternated between sucking one and then the other, not letting either of them go over the top. It was a delicate balance to keep them on edge for so long, but also incredibly exciting. However, after a while she realized that they were going to rape her if she didn't get them off soon. Sara stood up and stripped off her kimono. She saw the excitement in the two men's eyes as they stared at her naked body. She grabbed her breasts and swayed sexily in front of them. Then she lifted one breast to her lips and licked it with her tongue. She heard both men moan. "I'm so wet, look," she whispered as she raised one foot and placed it between them. She opened her leg wide and reached down with one hand to spread her swollen lips. Both men gasped again as they stared at her dripping hole. It was literally running with juice from her multiple climaxes. The inner lips were throbbing and hanging below her outer lips by several inches. As they watched, a dribble of clear juice ran out of her hole and began to drip from one lip. Sara reached down and caught the sticky liquid in the palm of her hand. Then as the men watched she slowly brought it to her breast. She smeared the juice across the nipple before lifting the nipple to her lips again. "Mmmmm," she moaned sensuously. Her face suddenly flushed as she had a naughty thought. "I... I... want you both to cum... to cum on me at the same time." Brian looked at Patrick in shock. "Please," Sara begged. It wasn't necessary to beg. She saw both men smile. "Stand over me," she said and went to her knees. Brian and Patrick rose and stood over Sara; their overheated penises ready to explode. Sara reached up and grasped both of them in her fists. She adjusted her position until her face was just below the pulsing heads. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at the two pulsing shafts. She had never done anything so wanton before. She smiled and began to pump her hands. "Jesus," Brian gasped as he watched his "sweet slut," masturbate both of them. The men were so excited that it didn't take long to reach their peaks. Patrick was the first to go. He moaned and closed his eyes. Sara felt Patrick's penis swell in her hand. She watched with her eyes wide as the head grew larger than she thought possible. A little squeal escaped her when a blast of hot cum shot from the slit and hit her directly in the face. Before the next shot came out she heard Brian moan on the other side of her. She turned just in time to catch his first shot of cum square between the eyes. Suddenly a cascade of cum was deluging her. It splattered on her cheeks, chin and forehead, covering her face in the sticky fluid from their balls before thinning out and dripping to her breasts. It seemed to go on and on until barely an inch of skin on her face was free of the sticky semen. Sara reached up and ran the palms of her hands over her face, smearing the sticky cream across her cheeks. Then she ran her hands over her breasts and down her stomach, leaving a trail of semen behind. When she reached her vagina she paused. She looked at her two lovers as she slipped two semen- covered fingers inside. Suddenly she began to shutter as another climax rushed through her. Patrick slept in his room that night, Brian and Sara in their own bed. Chapter 5 Whatever thoughts were in Brian's mind as he walked into the kitchen the following morning disappeared in an instant. His eyes opened wide and he gasped. Patrick was sitting at the table with the chair pushed back, his shorts were around his ankles and Sara was sitting on his lap facing him. She had a robe around her but Patrick's hands held it up on her back as she bounced up and down. Brian could see Patrick's already wet penis as it slipped in and out of her. For an instant Brian though of leaving, like he was intruding on the two lovers. However, that thought quickly vanished. After all it was his wife and his house. He casually walked over to the coffeepot on the counter. His knees were shaking and his hand trembled as he poured himself a cup. He turned around, feigning casualness, and leaned against the counter. He stood for several minutes staring at the two lovers, sipping his coffee. He only had on a pair of boxer briefs and his excitement was apparent. Patrick eventually opened his eyes and looked over Sara's shoulder at him. He shrugged as if he had no control over what was happening. Sara seemed to be lost in the moment and, if she knew that Brian was behind them, she gave no indication. Brian watched with rising excitement as his wife's movement became even more animated. She used her feet to push herself up and down at a frantic pace. Her juice was already dripping down Patrick's balls. Within a few seconds she began to whimper and then gasp. Her body tensed and she lifted up one last time before forcing herself down hard, taking Patrick's penis as deeply as possible. Her feet rose off the floor as she screamed and began to climax. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03 Patrick wasn't far behind and stretched his legs out as his hands pushed Sara's hips down even harder. He lifted his hips and froze. A few seconds later, Brian could see the sticky juice that was running across his balls had turn whiter and thicker. The room grew very quiet, except for the heavy breathing of the as the two lovers. They remained connected for some time. Finally, Brian cleared his throat to let Sara know that he was there. Sara almost jumped up when she heard the noise behind her. She turned her head and her face grew red and she looked somewhat embarrassed. Brian was surprised to see her apparent embarrassment after all they had done. However, her shocked expression changed to a smile when she saw the tent in his boxer briefs. There was a large wet spot where the head of his penis touched the white cotton. Brian watched as Sara pulled herself from her lover and walked over to him. Her robe was open and her breasts exposed. The soft skin leading down to her large breasts was red from the whisker burns from Patrick's unshaven face. The nipples were still hard and swollen from being sucked and bitten. She looked like a woman that had been well "fucked". "Good morning," Sara whispered as she wrapped her arms around Brian. She mashed her swollen breasts against his chest and her lips met his. "Well at least two of us has had a good morning," Brian laughed when they broke the kiss. He looked over his shoulder at his sheepish friend. Sara looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes twinkling and said, "I can take care of that." With that she reached for his hand and began to pull him from the kitchen. She turned and said to Patrick, "You know where all the food is if you want breakfast." Brian hurried to keep up with Sara as she pulled him behind her. As soon as they were in the bedroom she turned and melted into his arms. They kissed passionately, moving her slowly backward toward the bed. As he moved, he kissed down her neck until he captured one hard nipple. He heard Sara gasp and knew that they must be sensitive from Patrick's workout. Instead of letting her off he sucked even harder. He felt Sara grab his head and thought that she was going to push him away. Instead she pulled his head harder to her chest. "Suck my tits hard," she gasped. "Oh yes, oh yes!" Brian did as she asked, sucking one nipple while he tweaked the other. Sara began to tremble in his arms. Brian knew the signs of impending climax. He sucked harder. "Wait," Sara said pulling away from him. She quickly stripped off her robe and climbed onto the bed. "Get naked." It took one second for Brian to strip off his shorts and climb onto the bed. However, when he tried to climb onto Sara, she held him back. "Kneel between my legs," she said and reached down and placed her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs to her chest. Brian gasped as he looked down at her ravaged vagina. It was swollen and sloppy. It had had quite a workout in the last couple of days. Sara's hands slid down her thighs until her fingers reached her swollen lips. Looking at Brian she pulled the lips open. Brian's eyes grew wide as he looked at the obscene display before him. Her hole was stretched wider then he had ever seen it and he could see deep inside her. A little moan escaped his lips when he saw a pool of juice. He looked back up at his wife with his eyes wide. It was impossible to believe that this was his shy wife. "Do you like my cum filled pussy," she whispered as she held herself open. "Patrick filled me so good with his sweet sperm." Brian started to speak but nothing came out but a shallow croak. The amazement was apparent on his face and Sara said, "How do you like your "sweet slut" now Brian? I hope you're happy with what you have created." She smiled lustfully. "Jesus Sara," Brian finally gasped and he looked down again. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the obscene display. Sara got a pout on her face and said, "Do you still love me?" "God yes! More than ever," he answered sincerely. "I just can't believe how much you... you've changed." "Me too," she gasped breathlessly. "You two guys are driving me mad. I can't get enough." Brian started to move between Sara's legs when she said, "Wait. I want you to jerk off for me. I want you to do it slowly as you look at my cum filled hole. This is what you wanted so I want you to enjoy it. But don't cum until I tell you to." Brian was far too excited to argue. He stared as Sara opened herself even wider. Slowly he began to masturbate. Sara smiled and slipped a finger into herself. Then she pulled it out and rubbed some of Patrick's sticky cum on her clit. A little moan escaped her lips and her hips jerked. Above her Brian began to moan. His fist moved up and down excitedly as he watched his wife pleasure herself using Patrick's cum as a lubricant. "God Sara!" he gasped as his balls began to churn. "Cum in my hole," she gasped and now used two fingers of each hand to hold herself open. "Squirt your cum on top of Patrick's. Squeeze your cock tight, let me see it swell." Suddenly Brian's body froze and his eyes opened wide. He pumped his hand up and down several times rapidly, aiming the head of his penis at her stretched hole. Then he pulled the skin tight like he loved to do, squeezing the shaft at the base. The head of his penis grew until it was purple and his balls pulled up tight to his body. Then, as if in slow motion, he felt the juice travelling up his shaft. He watched the head of his penis pulse once. The slit at the tip opened wide and a long string of his cum shot directly at her hole. It hit her clit and then slowly trickled down and into the open hole. Before it was gone, another blast flew out, this time directly into the opening. He aimed dead center and squirted again. His penis pulsed repeatedly, each shot finding and filling her opening. Gob after gob shot into her stretched hole until it was bubbling over with juice. With a final moan, Brian fell forward, slipping his still throbbing penis into the overflowing hole. Sara wrapped her legs around Brian's back and welcomed him into her. Her hips lifted and she gasped as another climax ripped through her. Brian whispered, "I love you, my sweet slut," as he collapsed onto her. His penis throbbed several more times before it began to shrink. When Sara could catch her breath she whispered, "I love you too." Chapter 6 A group of seagulls took flight as the large pleasure/fishing boat pulled away from the dock. Patrick was at the helm sitting in a comfortable captain's chair while Sara sat in the large chair next to him. Brian was busy getting the fishing equipment ready. Brian had borrowed the boat from a friend for the day, promising to have it back before dark. Both Patrick and Brian were avid fishermen. However, while Sara had little interest in fishing, she loved the water and sun bathing. It was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze and a crystal blue sky as Patrick navigated the boat out of the harbor and into the open water. The sea was calm and the day was unusually warm. The tide was going out and the powerful boat moved with ease across the gentle waves. Twenty minutes later the shore was a vague outline on the horizon. "Okay, we're far enough out," Brian said and he walked up behind Sara. "Take your top off." Patrick turned from his duties, looked at Brian conspiratorially and then smiled lecherously at Sara. "You guys are something else," Sara admonished. Yet she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being half-naked on the open water. She had never done anything like this before but then again there were lots of things she had never done until recently. She sat up and looked around for any boats near enough to see her. There were several small dots on the horizon but none close enough to see them without very powerful binoculars. She looked at the two leering men and shook her head as she reached behind her. She had worn a conservative two-piece yellow swimsuit today. The top was a bit too small and her large breasts almost overflowed. The bottom piece was cut high on her hips and covered most of her sexy buttocks. "Come on," Brian almost whined. Sara unhooked the latches in the back with one hand while she held the cups to her breasts. She feigned a look of admonishment. Then she sighed in resignation and let the top fall from her breasts. Suddenly she felt more naked sitting between the two men with her top off then she did naked in her own shower. Both men's faces lit up with smiles. "Nice," Patrick said. Brian who had stepped close behind her reached around and cupped both mounds of flesh in his hands. He bent his head and kissed her neck. Sara felt a bolt of electricity rush through her and she squirmed on the seat. Her nipples hardened as Brian began to tweak them. "I thought you two guys came out here to fish?" Sara said as she pulled Brian's hands from her breasts. Brian looked at Patrick and said, "Did we come out here to fish?" "Not just to fish," Patrick answered as he lustfully stared at Sara's exposed breasts. Then, both men laughed and Sara's face flushed. It was amazing, even to her, that she could still be embarrassed by the stares of men. "Everybody ready for a beer?" Brian asked. "Great," Patrick said. "I'll have a glass of wine," Sara said. Brian returned with a bottle of beer for Patrick and the wine for Sara. The three of them stood on the deck and enjoyed the sea breeze and the beautiful day as the boat headed further out to sea. Sara sat on the high captain's chair with her shoulders back, her chest pushed out proudly. It was exhilarating to feel the tingle of fresh salt water on her naked skin. A short while later, Patrick checked the radar and saw that they had reached the site of an old shipwreck. The owner of the boat told them that it was a secret place he had found where the fishing was excellent. "I think we're here," Patrick said. "Get the anchor." Brian hurried to throw out the anchor and Patrick shut down the engines. Suddenly in their excitement the two men forgot about their half-naked lover. Sara watched with a smile on her face as they rushed around like young boys. They grabbed their fishing poles and attached them to the deck locks. Then they baited the hooks and tossed the lines into the water. A minute later they were sitting on the fishing chairs at the back of the boat with their lines in the water and beers in their hands. Sara placed a padded mattress on the deck behind the two men and sat down to enjoy the sun. She took a bottle of coconut tanning oil from her bag and covered her legs and upper body, paying special attention to her more than sensitive nipples. Since she had never sunbathed without a top on she knew that she would need to be careful or risk burning her nipples. However, she was one of those people that rarely got sun burned. As Sara settled in, the two men grew silent, relaxing in their chairs and drinking their beer. The boat swayed gently and sea birds circled above. All was silent but for the calls of the seagulls and the snap of the flag flying above the boat. A short while later, Sara broke the silence when she asked, "Gentlemen, would one of you guys mind putting oil on my back for me?" Both men had been lost in the moment and jumped at the sound of her voice and they turned in their swivel chairs. Sara was sitting on the mat with a pretty pout on her face holding the bottle out to them. Patrick smiled and said, "I'll take care of that." He practically jumped off his chair and snatched the bottle from her hand. As Sara turned and lay down on her stomach, Patrick knelt beside her. Brian turned back to the fishing lines. A little thrill went though Patrick as he stared at Sara's smooth back. His eyes wandered down to her sexy buttocks. The bottom of her bathing suit had pulled between the cheeks of her buttocks on one side, exposing almost the entire cheek. He felt himself getting excited. "Are you going to do it or stare at me all day?" Sara laughed without looking back at Patrick. She could feel his eyes on her. "Sorry," Patrick said as his face turned red. He poured oil onto her back and began to gently massage it in. When her back was covered he moved to her legs, taking his time on her upper thighs. Soon her back and legs were shining in the bright sun. Patrick had an erection. Brian was scanning the horizon and enjoying the view when he heard something behind him. He turned around and gasped at what he saw. Patrick was on his knees between Sara's legs with his mouth between her legs. He had pulled the crotch of her suit aside and was licking her. Sara's eyes were closed and she had her hands on the back of Patrick's head. Suddenly Brian felt a tug at the fishing pole. He had a bite. The line hissed as the fish swam away in panic. Brian grabbed the pole and tried to reel the fish in. However, his mind was no longer on fishing. On the deck behind him, Sara had wrapped her legs around Patrick's neck and was pushing her hips into his sucking mouth. Her oil slick body squirmed around on the mat as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel his talented tongue dip into her dripping hole before pulling out to worry her swollen clit. The feel of the sun, the smell of the coconut oil, the sea breeze drifting across the boat and the wantonness of having sex out in the open brought Sara's to her peak almost too quickly. Her body tensed and she bucked her hips into Patrick's sucking mouth. A long moan escaped her lips as she climaxed. Brian was still fighting with his line when he heard the moaning. He turned and saw Sara coming down from her climax. At the same moment, Patrick's line began to hiss. "Hey, I need a little help here," he cried. Patrick pulled his wet face from between Sara's legs with a look of surprise. Suddenly he realized what Brian was saying and jumped up. He rushed over to grab his pole. Sara barely realized what was going on as she sighed in the afterglow of her climax. A few minutes later the two men had the situation under control, pulling one fish in and losing the other. Brian looked over his shoulder and saw that Sara was asleep. She had not moved the crotch of her suit back and her shaved sex lips were still exposed. "Excuse me," Brian said and got off the chair. Sara's eyes flew open when she felt a mouth between her legs again. A low moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs wide for him. Brian smiled as he began to suck his wife's juicy lips. He went at it with a vengeance, almost as if it had become a competition. He wanted to show that he was as good as Patrick at oral sex. He lifted her hips and buried his mouth in her warm flesh. He plunged his tongue deeply into her before pulling out to lick the clit. Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked both the outer and inner lips into his mouth while at the same time working his tongue over the swollen flesh. Sara was surprised at Brian's skill. She had always assumed that he wasn't crazy about eating her. However, now he was showing that he was every bit as good as Patrick. Sara moaned and let him please her, lifting her hips to his ravenous mouth. Suddenly Brian pulled his mouth from between Sara's legs. He pushed her legs up and spread the cheeks of her ass. With an animal like groan he dropped his mouth until his lips were on her puckered rear hole. His tongue came out to circle the little star. Sara gasped and squirmed under him. Then she felt him pushing his tongue inside. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Brian was going to stick his tongue up her ass. However, that's exactly what he did. He pushed hard until her sphincter relaxed and let him inside. When he pulled out the little hole snapped shut. But he forced his tongue back in as he pulled her cheeks further apart. From somewhere far away he could hear Sara screaming. It almost sounded like the wailing of the seagulls. It wasn't only Sara that was surprised by his actions. Brian couldn't believe it himself. Until she had told him Terry had done this, he never considered it. Now he realized how exciting it was. His penis throbbed and his head spun with excitement as he plunged his tongue in and out relentlessly. Sara's body bucked and twisted in excitement. She gasped for breath. When Brian felt Sara's reaction he doubled his efforts. Her thighs squeezed his head and her body began to tremble. "Oh Jessssssssuuuuussss!!!" Sara screamed as an incredible orgasm rushed through her. Her body thrashed on the mat until she slipped off onto the wooden deck. She held onto Brian's head with her legs as her body slid on the deck. Brian moved his mouth back to her vagina. "Oh my God, I'm cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggg!!!!" she screamed. Suddenly Brian's mouth was deluged with her sweet juice. It actually squirted out, surprising him. He might have pulled away but Sara's legs held him tight. Brian continued to suck her now juicy hole, not letting her vagina slip from his mouth until she collapsed in exhaustion. When he finally pulled away, his smiling face was soaked. He helped Sara get back onto the mat before leaning over and kissing her lips tenderly. "Was that good?" he asked rhetorically. Sara just rolled her eyes and smiled weakly. "Can you get me another drink?" she asked in a weak voice. "Sure," Brian said as he got up. His shorts were tented with his erection. He poured her another large glass of wine and handed it to her. Then he went back to join Patrick. "Your turn," he said to Patrick with an almost smug smile. Patrick had watched the two while keeping control of the fishing lines. His penis had not gone down since he had eaten Sara. He got up and went over to Sara. As he stared down at her, he put his fingers into his swimming trunks and slowly pushed them down. He saw Sara's eyes light up as his throbbing erection appeared. Then he knelt on the mat next to Sara's face. He lifted her head and brought his penis to her lips. Sara smiled and opened her mouth to suck him inside. "Oh yes, suck me," Patrick moaned loud enough for Brian to hear. He wanted Brian to know that Sara was sucking him. As his hips began to move back and forth, he glanced over and saw him looking at them. In response he pumped his hips harder and moved Sara's head back and forth. A low moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. He was still very excited from eating her and was concerned that he would cum too quickly. Reluctantly he pulled away and lay down next to her. He pulled her slippery body to him and kissed her lips forcefully. Then he moved until he was on top of Sara, her slick breasts slipping under his strong chest. Their lips mashed together again as Sara's legs wrapped around his waist. "Fuck me!" she hissed. Everybody heard that. Quickly, Patrick pulled away and slipped the bottom of her suit off and tossed it aside. Then he lowered himself slowly, placing his raging erection at the entrance to her wet hole. He let the head of his penis slip just inside. Sara's legs pulled at his waist and she groaned as she tried to get him to enter her. Patrick resisted. He moved his hips in circles, teasing her, watching the pleasure on her face. "Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you while your husband watches? You know he's watching don't you?" "Yes," Sara gasped. "Please fuck me." Patrick pushed his hips downward in one quick movement until he was all the way inside her. "Ahhhhhhhheeeee!!!" Sara cried out. Brian stared at Patrick and his wife. He watched Patrick's naked ass begin to move up and down on his wife. He could almost feel her sweet hole wrapped around his penis. Patrick's hips began to move slowly, forcing his shaft in and out of her willing hole. Sara grabbed his ass and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. Suddenly he knew that she didn't want any preliminaries. She wanted to be "fucked". With a moan Patrick began to pound into her. If the boat had not already been rocking from the waves, their movements would have done it. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03 Brian ignored the fishing lines as he watched Patrick and Sara. He had to admit that Patrick was working her over pretty well. The noise from their slapping sex organs matched the sound of the waves around the hull of the boat. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sara screamed. Patrick did his best, pounding into her until it felt like his balls were going to explode. It took quite some time for him to reach his peak. "Sara, Sara," he gasped, "I'm close." "Yes! Yes! Cum in meeeeeee!!!" Sara screamed as another climax took her. Patrick groaned and his balls unleashed his pent up cum. It filled her hole until it squeezed out the sides, splattering across her thighs. Finally Patrick collapsed onto Sara's still trembling body. Then he slid off and slowly got to his feet. For a moment, the movement of the boat or exhaustion made him sway. He knelt down and kissed Sara tenderly before going back to his chair and almost falling into it. "Your turn," he said to Brian with a tired smile. His tone was less of a challenge and more of "see if you can satisfy her-I've tried." Brian stared at Sara lying spread out on the deck. There were beads of sweat all over her oiled body. She smiled and opened her arms to him. A second later he was off the chair and kneeling between her legs. "Please," she whispered as she opened her legs and squirmed on the mat. An animal like moan escaped from Brian's lips as he dropped between her legs and slipped inside her saturated hole in one quick movement. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him. "Oh God Sara," Brian gasped as his hips began to work into her. Fortunately, because he had climaxed so many times in the past couple of days, he had a little stamina. He felt like he could pump into her wet hole for a long time. However, Sara had other ideas. She pushed his hips away until his penis slipped out of her. "What?" he asked looking down at her in surprise. She looked up at him with her eyes filled with lust. There was almost a crazed look on her face. She whispered, "Fuck my ass!" "Oh my God," Brian gasped and closed his eyes, trying desperately not to climax right there and spoil it. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I had your tongue, now I want your cock in my ass." With that Sara flipped over and got onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and swayed her buttocks at him. Brian stared at her unbelievingly. Not only couldn't he believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Please," Sara pleaded. With trembling hands Brian opened the cheeks of Sara's sexy ass. Her tiny rose almost winked at him. He felt his penis throb as he moved forward. A groan escaped his lips as he slipped his penis into her sloppy hole again to get it wet. When he pulled out it was dripping with juice. He placed the head at her tiny rear hole and hesitated-worried that it was never going to fit. "Fuck meeeee!!!" Sara hissed as she reached back and spread her cheeks as wide as possible. With a deep breath he pushed his hips forward. The lubrication on the head of his penis helped the swollen crown to slip inside. Sara gasped but didn't pull away. Instead she continued to hold her cheeks apart and pushed back at him. She grunted. Her face was turned to one side and pressed against the mat. Her eyes were closed tight in concentration. Brian pushed forward hard again. "Ohhhhhhh!!!" he gasped as the head slipped deeper and the walls of her anal canal caressed his shaft. Brian had never felt anything so exciting. His penis felt like it was encased in a silk glove. The muscles of her canal caressed him, sucking him deeper, almost squeezing the cum prematurely from his balls. When his balls finally touched her vagina he had to pause or risk cumming. He was all the way inside her ass. Now Sara was gasping for breath. Her hips swayed back and forth, side to side, and her knees were spread open obscenely... she felt incredibly exposed and sluttish. Brian pulled his penis half way out and plunged in again. "Ahhhhhh!!!" they both moaned. Soon his hips began to work in and out, forcing grunts from Sara's lips. She pushed back with each plunge, taking him as deeply as possible. She could feel the swollen head rubbing against her anal walls as it moved in and out. Suddenly Brian pulled all the way out. "Open your ass for me Sara," he ordered. "I want to see that little asshole stretched wide." Sara sucked in her breath and she reached back again and pulled her cheeks apart. Amazingly her asshole opened to the size of a silver dollar. She held it like that. Brian's mouth opened in amazement. He had never seen anything like it. Sara's normally tiny hole was opened wide enough for him to see deep into her canal. He could see the walls pulsing. "Fuck it! Fuck my big asshole," Sara screamed. With an animal like moan Brian plunged back in. The large head of his penis easily breached the opening and slid deep into her. The walls closed tight around his shaft. "God Sara, I can't take it," Brian moaned. "Cum in me! Cum in my asssssss!!!" Suddenly Sara's body tensed. The muscles in her ass squeezed the shaft tightly. "Briannnnnnnnn!!!" she screamed as her body began to convulse. Brian pushed in as deeply as he could go and froze. He threw his head back and screamed. His cum rocketed down the shaft and blasted into her hole. It felt like his head was going to explode. The world around him began to spin out of control as he poured everything he had into his wife's willing asshole. Brian and Patrick sat on their chairs with beers in their hands. Behind them Sara was lying exhausted on the pad, still on her stomach where Brian had left her. Her legs were spread carelessly, exposing both of her holes. Her eyes were closed but there was a contented smile on her face. Cum was running from both of her ravished holes. The two men looked down at Sara. "It doesn't get any better than this," Brian said as he held his beer up to Patrick. Patrick smiled and tapped his bottle against Brian's. "I don't know how it could," he answered. Suddenly Brian's fishing line hissed and began to reel out. An incredibly large fish jumped out of the water. It was hooked on the line and it twisted and turned high above the water before plunging back in with a splash. The men looked at each other and Brian said, "I think it just did." Chapter 7 Sara had a long silk robe wrapped around her and was standing outside Patrick's bedroom door. Underneath the robe she wore a white corset that lifted her breasts and left the top half exposed with the tips of her nipples just peeking over the top. She also had on a pair of matching panties, lace garter belt, stockings, and four-inch high heels. It was Patrick's last night before he was to fly home. Although he promised to seriously consider moving east to be with them, it was going to take a few months at best. Sara didn't know what she was going to do without him. She had quickly gotten used to living with and pleasing two men. They had made love at least once a day, if not two or three times, since that first night. Tonight they were supposed to go out to dinner to celebrate Patrick's last night. However, she and Brian had decided that the night should be for Patrick and her. In fact, Brian had insisted. It was to be a surprise going away present for Patrick. Sara wiped a tear from her eye and tapped on his door. It took a minute before Patrick opened the door. He stood wet from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Sara," he said with a surprised look on his face. "I thought... I though we were... were going out first?" "I know but Brian and I agreed that I should spend the night with you... just you and I. We thought maybe I could convince you to move out here with us," Sara said with a hopeful smile. "I said I would think about it. You know there is a lot to think about. My job, my house, all kinds of things... not to mention that I might become a third wheel. You and Brian have your own life." "Don't Patrick. You know that both Brian and I want you to be here with us. We know that someday you will find someone but until then... please!" Sara stopped, her voice choked up and the tears began to flow again. Patrick reached out and pulled Sara into the room and into his arms. "Sara, you know I care deeply for you, don't you?" he said as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. "Yes," she whispered and turned her face to the side and pressed her cheek to his still wet chest. She sobbed. "I'll think about it, but not tonight," Patrick said and pushed the door closed with his foot. Then he lifted Sara's face and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. They stared at one another for a long time. Slowly Patrick brought his lips to hers. Their mouths opened and their tongues began to duel. Sara moaned deep in her throat. Suddenly all the sadness was forgotten for the moment. She began to get wet. She pulled away and whispered, "Tonight I'm yours. I want you to cum in every hole I have. I want to remember this... remember this forever." "That's a tall order, but I think I can do it," Patrick answered with a smile and he pulled her tight to him again and hugged her. Then he gently pushed her back and opened her robe, letting it drop to the floor. He stared at her sexy attire. "God you're beautiful," he whispered. "Thank you," Sara said and began to kiss his chest, her tongue licking the beads of water from his skin. She moved her lips to his nipples and gently bit them. Patrick moaned and he rubbed her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips on his nipples. He didn't try to stop her when she began to work her lips lower. He let her go lower until she was kneeling at his feet. She looked up at him and said, "Is this where you want me to start?" Without waiting for an answer she opened his towel and dropped it to the floor. His penis was about half-hard and growing. "Mmmmm," Sara moaned as she lifted it and sucked it into her mouth. She felt the blood flowing into it, making it swell in her mouth. Soon it was fully hard and filling her mouth. She held it and looked up at Patrick. Without taking her eyes from his she moved her head forward, taking the shaft deep into her mouth. When the large head reached the breach of her throat she took a breath through her nose and pushed forward again. She fought the urge to gag as the large crown stretched her throat and began to go deeper. Patrick groaned when he felt the head slip into her throat. His eyes never left hers as his penis disappeared. He saw her eyes swimming with lust as inch after inch went down her throat until his balls touched her chin. He saw tears trickle from the corners of her eyes but he didn't think they were from sadness. He felt her gag but she didn't release him. Then he felt her hands on his thigh, pushing him back. He moved his hips back until the head was in her mouth again and heard her take a breath. However, she quickly pulled his hips forward, forcing his shaft back into her throat. Sara closed her eyes finally and pushed Patrick back and pulled him forward again. Patrick got the idea and began to push in and out of her mouth. Each thrust forward was stopped momentarily as her throat adjusted. He could feel her throat muscles working up and down his shaft as she swallowed him. It felt like a fist was squeezing his shaft. Far too soon, Patrick could feel his balls begin to churn. He closed his eyes and began to gasp for breath. He felt a tingling in his toes that run up his legs. His head began to spin. He didn't want to cum this quick but when he tried to pull away, Sara pushed his hands from her and moaned. He got the message... Sara wanted him to cum deep in her throat. "Oh Jesus Sara," Patrick gasped as his body began to tremble. He wanted to move... to thrust his penis into her mouth... yet it felt so good where it was. He stood frozen with only the movement of Sara's throat on his shaft. She was milking him... milking him with her throat. Patrick began to gasp for breath. He could feel his semen began to churn in his balls and then begin to rush up the shaft. He could feel the head expand and his cum flowing out of him. Her throat reacted by squeezing his shaft in reflex. It was a strange feeling. It seemed like his cum wasn't leaving his body... almost like Sara was an extension of his body. It was incredibly erotic. Finally, when Patrick's penis began to shrink, Sara let it out of her mouth. When it did, a trickle of sperm dripped from the head and remained on her lip. It was the only visible sign that he had climaxed. She licked it away with her tongue as if she wanted proof that he had actually cum. She had felt it flowing down his shaft but she hadn't tasted it. She missed tasting it. Still, having him cum deep in her throat was very exciting. Patrick pulled Sara to her feet and kissed her lips. Then he pulled her over to the bed and sat her down. Slowly he went to his knees. He moved between her thighs and lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. He pulled the pillows from the bed and placed one under Sara's hips and one under his knees. He was going to take his time and didn't want pain in his knees to slow him down. Patrick began to kiss up Sara's thighs. As he neared her vagina he could smell her excitement. He could see that the crotch of her panties was soaked. He licked the soft material gently, teasing her swollen lips underneath. Then he sucked the material into his mouth, tasting her juice. A moan escaped his lips. He pulled the crotch aside and gazed down at her swollen sex. It was truly beautiful. The inner lips were swollen and puffed out of the larger outer lips like the petals of a flower. He flattened his tongue and ran it between the lips, gathering up her thick sex juice. A moan escaped his lips as her juice slid down his throat. With a growl he buried his face in her crotch. "Ahhhhhheeeee!!!" Sara screamed as Patrick's sucked her sensitive lips into his mouth. She bucked her hips up attowards his face. Patrick pulled away and heard a moan of frustration. He smiled and began to tease her lips, licking up one side and down the other. He opened the swollen lips with his fingers and found her clit. It was swollen and larger than he had ever seen it. The little nub stuck out like a miniature penis. It even had a little crown to it. First, he blew warm air on it and felt Sara shiver. Then he licked around it, teasing the edges. Sara was moaning continuously now and squirming so much that he had to hold her legs tight to keep her body still. He opened his mouth and sucked it inside, pulling it deep into his mouth. His tongue pressed the nub to the roof of his mouth. Sara began to buck her hips and shiver like she was having a fit. Suddenly her body lifted up and she grabbed Patrick's hair in her fists. "Jesussssssssss!!!" she screamed and began to convulse. Suddenly it felt like floodgates had opened and she began to squirt her juice into Patrick's surprised mouth. Sara couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. Her body became one massive orgasm. Every nerve was on fire. She twisted and turned as her climax consumed her. Slowly darkness overtook her and she stopped moving. When Patrick pulled his mouth from Sara's vagina, he was wet from his nose down to his stomach. He wasn't sure what had happened but he was sure that Sara had had a tremendous climax. When he looked up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed and her body was limp. He became a little worried when she didn't move. He could see her chest moving up and down but there was no other movement. He went to the bathroom and got a cold cloth and placed it on her head. It took a few minutes for Sara to come around. When she opened her eyes she saw Patrick looking at her with a worried expression on his face. She smiled and opened her arms to him. "That was incredible," she whispered as she pulled him onto her. "I was a little worried," he said. "That's the second time that has happened," she said, referring to her squirting. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, I loved it." She pulled his lips to hers and they kissed for a long time, their passions growing again. "I want you in my cunt now," Sara said nastily. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, for as long as you can." Patrick was already hard. He pulled her up and had her get onto her hands and knees. He got behind her and knelt. As he looked at her sexy ass barely covered with the panties, he felt his penis throb. He pulled the strip of material aside and moved his penis to her entrance. With one quick shove he went into her to the hilt. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!" Sara cried as she felt his penis moved swiftly through her lips and hit bottom. Without waiting for the okay, Patrick began to pound into her. His hips were a blur as he moved in and out with great speed. The slapping of their bare skin echoed throughout the room. Soon, Patrick broke out in a sweat as he moved his hips in and out rapidly. Sara was pushing her hips back at him just as hard. "Fuck me hard!!!" she screamed. Patrick did as she asked. Over and over he slammed into her until her juices were smeared all over her thighs and his. When his knees got tired he rolled her over until they were lying on their sides. He lifted one leg and worked his penis into her rapidly from behind. Then he pulled her over and had her sit on him. Sara sat up with her back to Patrick. She turned and smiled over her shoulder at him and began to bounce up and down. Patrick looked down and saw his penis slipping in and out of her dripping hole. Her sexy lips were stretched wide and almost turned inside out each time she raised up. He knew that he would never grow tired of that sight. The room was filled with their cries of pleasure and the slapping of wet flesh. "Sara, I'm getting close," Patrick warned after they had been at it for almost forty-five minutes. "Yes, yes, yes, cum in me," she screeched. She was already in the middle of her second orgasm. "Ahhhhhh!!!" Patrick groaned as he unleashed his second load of sperm into her. This time he felt it... he felt it pouring into her clenching hole and then surrounding his still moving penis. Sara twisted and turned until she felt Patrick's penis begin to shrink. She squeezed him one last time before she fell to the bed. Then she crawled into Patrick's arms. They fell asleep like that. Sometime later Sara awoke to a hand between her legs. Patrick was lying behind her in a spoon fashion. She opened her legs to give him better access. A smile came to her face when she felt him coating his penis with the juice from her saturated vagina. She reached back and opened her ass cheeks. She knew what was coming. She grunted in pleasure as Patrick slipped into her tight asshole. Sometime early that morning Brian felt Sara crawl into bed with him. "Did you have fun?" he asked. "What do you think?" she answered in an exhausted voice, smiling. Brian reached down and felt her sopping holes and smiled. He snuggled up behind her and began to kiss her neck. "Take whatever hole you want... I'm exhausted," she said. Brian slipped into her already wet and stretched vagina. The warmth of her hole surrounded him as he began to work slowly in and out. He snuggled up to her body, reaching around to squeeze her breasts lovingly. He could hear Sara moaning contentedly. It took him a long time to climax. Afterward he pulled Sara into his arms and kissed her. She fell asleep almost immediately and didn't hear him whispered "I love my sweet slut." Sara didn't go to the airport with Brian and Patrick the following morning. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in a public place. She cried her tears and kissed him goodbye at the door, making him promise to call as soon as he got home. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 03 Patrick promised he would. End of Part III Does Patrick come back? Can Sara control her desire to have other men until he does? Part IV?? Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 04 Sara and Brian sat at the breakfast table. He was reading the paper and she was staring into her coffee cup. The room was quiet but for the percolating coffeepot. The weather had turned chilly and there were snowflakes swirling from the gray, overcast sky. The ground would be covered with snow soon. It had been over a month since Patrick had gone home. He had told Sara and Brian that he was working on a job transfer so that he could move to be with them. However, Sara was growing impatient. She desperately wanted him to come back. She missed him and that depressed her. Yet, there was another reason for her mood. While Brian had been there, she had become very comfortable having two men taking care of her needs. She had quickly become accustomed to the intimacy and attention that provided. Now, much to her dismay, she was feeling the itch again, the same itch that Brian had created when he talked her into taking on another lover. Sara looked up from her coffee and saw Brian staring at her. "What's wrong?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "I guess it's just the winter blues," Sara returned. Brian gave her an indulgent look and said, "It's more than that, isn't it?" "What'd you mean?" she said defensively. "Listen Sara, I've seen a change in you over the past couple of weeks. You don't seem to be as happy as you were a month or so ago. I know you miss Patrick but I sense something bigger. Something has changed with you. The truth is, it's probably most noticeable when we have sex." "Are you saying our sex is boring?" Sara sounded more defensive than she wanted to be. She knew that sometimes when she was in a mood the words just came out. "Well..." Brian started to say something but then figured he was just going to start an argument. He softened his approach. "You just seem depressed. Maybe it is the weather." Sara became silent again and gazed out the window. Brian sighed. This wasn't going where he wanted to go. It felt like their relationship was slipping back to where it was before Sara started to go "out" with other guys. It had obviously become difficult to talk about those things again. Brian knew he had to do something and now was as good a time as any. He decided to change tactics. He took a deep breath and said, "I took a call for you yesterday." "Really? From whom?" "Terry." Sara's eyes opened wide. "You did? What did he want?" she said as if she didn't already know. "You know what he wanted. I told him you might be available for a date Friday night." "You told him what?" Sara cried, her voice trembling. Suddenly she didn't know whether to be mad or happy. On one hand it was very presumptuous of him to assume that she wanted to go out with Terry. Yet on the other... well, she felt a tingling between her legs. "Sara, let's be honest with each other, please. I know you're missing the excitement of sex with someone besides me. And, yes our sex has become boring again." Brian saw anger in Sara's eyes. "But I'm not blaming you," he added quickly. "It takes two to make great, or boring, sex. We agreed that you would go out in the first place because we wanted to spice up our sex lives. We got more than we ever bargained for. It was fun and I think we realized that we could share you with other men and still keep our relationship strong." Sara didn't say anything. Her anger disappeared as quickly as it came. She got up and walked over to the slider. Almost every emotion she had was rushing through her. She watched the snow landing on the ground and a couple of squirrels fighting for the last few acorns. Brian came up behind her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him. He kissed her neck gently. "Sara, we don't know if Patrick is ever coming back. He has a lot of issues to deal with that go far beyond finding a job and moving out here." Sara leaned back into Brian and tears began to form in her eyes. "I know you're right...about everything. I miss him but I have to admit that I am getting restless." She paused as the tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Am I terrible?" "No you're not terrible. You're my wife and I love you more than anything in the world. But you are also a very sexual person. I have never seen you as happy as when you were teasing men. It got even better with Terry and then Patrick. However, I believe that it was more than the fact that you came to care greatly for Patrick. I think it was because, for the first time in your life, you had sexual freedom. You could explore all those things that make you a sexual person, all those things that make you a woman. Now that has been taken away." Brain paused. Sara lifted Brian's hand and kissed it and then pulled it to her chest as tears continued to fall. "It's just that...just that I...I...feel like I would be cheating on Patrick if I did something with Terry or anyone else for that matter." Brian felt his anger flare. "Patrick is not your husband and never will be. I am. The agreement was that you would take lovers because it gave you pleasure as well as me. If Patrick does come back, and I hope he does, he will have to understand our relationship. In fact, I will tell him that. If he can't handle it...well, that's his choice." Sara turned in Brain's arms and searched his eyes as if to confirm his sincerity. She saw all of that and more. She melted into him and pressed her lips to his. Brian would have smiled but the kiss quickly turned passionate. He pressed her to the cold glass of the slider. His hands came down to squeeze her soft ass under her silk robe. A little moan escaped his lips. A second later his hard penis was pressing into Sara's stomach. "I want my sweet slut back," Brian whispered. Sara pulled away and smiled up at Brian. Then she reached down and grabbed his penis. Slowly she slipped to her knees. Her eyes filled with lust as she pulled Brian's hard penis from his shorts. With a moan she took him into her mouth. Brian groaned and watched his wife begin to suck him. He held her head gently as it moved back and forth. He felt an excitement that had been missing for some time. Suddenly Sara pulled away and stood up. "What would the neighbors think?" she whispered. Brian looked over her shoulder and the only thing he could see were the squirrels still fighting. "Fuck the neighbors," he laughed and pushed her against the window and kissed her lips again. Then he pushed her robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He pressed his now throbbing penis to her stomach. He found her swollen sex lips with his fingers. "My but you are wet this morning." With that he lifted one of her legs and brought his penis to her waiting hole. "Oh Jesus," she gasped and pushed her hips down. Her head began to spin with excitement as Brian's penis slipped all the way into her in one push. Brian began to pump into her, forcing her ass against the cold window. He could feel her juice dripping from his balls already and he knew that she was very excited about the opportunity to venture out again. Then he abruptly pulled his penis from her and spun her around, pushing her breasts against the cold window. Fortunately their back yard was relatively private with only a few neighbors able to see into their kitchen if they happened to be outside. However, neither of them cared at the moment. Sara began to groan as Brian pounded into her from behind. She felt his hands cupping her breasts and she welcomed the warmth. "Is my sweet slut ready to take on another man?" Brian gasped into her ear. "Mmmmm!!!" she groaned in answer. "Fuck me please," she gasped excitedly. "Are you going to let Terry fuck you this time?" He pumped his hips into her hard for emphasis. "Oh God Brian, don't," Sara gasped excitedly. "Why not. You know you want to. You know you want his big cock in your pussy... maybe even your sweet ass." Sara began to tremble at Brian's nasty words. She did want Terry now. She had missed that incredible feeling of excitement of sex with a strange man. Brian always knew what was best for her. "Yes, I...I want him to...to fuck me!!!" she cried as a strong climax began to rocket up and down her body. Brian pounded into her with great force as her body convulsed in front of him. Too soon, the squeezing of her hole became too much for him as well. "Oh Godddd!!!" he gasped. His penis throbbed and he felt his balls unleash their pent-up semen. It shot up the shaft and began to blast into her throbbing hole. Both of them froze in pleasure as their minds raced with renewed excitement. A minute later they were two quivering masses, gasping for breath. When they pulled apart, Brian smiled down at Sara. "I've missed that," he said. "Me too." Brian pulled his now soft penis from Sara and felt his cum begin to run down her thighs. He turned her around and pulled her body tight to him. Their lips met in a less passionate but more emotional kiss. Chapter 2 Sara was still upstairs dressing when she heard the front doorbell. A chill of fear and excitement when through her. Along with her excitement, she was a bit worried about Terry and Brian meeting for the first time. She wasn't sure it was a good idea but Brian had suggested that she invite Terry in for a drink before they went out to dinner. She figured that Terry had a hotel room ready for them after dinner. Downstairs, Brian hurried to the door. He opened it and saw a good-looking older man standing there. For a moment both men stared at each other. Brian reached out his hand and said, "Hi Terry, I'm Brian. Sara will be down in a moment." "Thanks," Terry said as he walked passed Brian and entered the house. "Have a seat," Brian said, directing Terry to the sofa. "What's your poison?" "Scotch, neat please." "Coming up," Brian said as he walked over to the bar and poured Terry a glass of his best Scotch whiskey. He poured himself a glass as well. Terry was sitting on the sofa when Brian handed him the drink. He sat down across from him. Suddenly the room grew very quiet. It was obvious that both men were quite uncomfortable. "So, are you a sports fan Terry?" Brian asked to break the ice. "Uh... no not really. Never had much time for sports." The room grew quiet again. Brian knew he had to do something. He took a big breath and said, "Listen Terry, we both know what you and Sara have done. She has told me everything." Brian paused and let his shocking words sink in. "Uh... well... uh," Terry stuttered, surprised at Brain's candor. "It's okay Terry. Sara said that you had guessed that I knew about you. So, let's be frank with each other, shall we?" "Uh... sure," Terry said, still feeling very uncomfortable. Brian decided to be even more direct. "Sara tells me that you are quite good with your mouth." Brian's face broke into a wide smile. Terry's eyes opened wide. "She said you ate her better than anyone ever had. That is quite a compliment." "Uh... thanks." "Terry, Sara is a unique woman." "I know that," Terry said. "She has desires that are far beyond what one man can satisfy. She and I have come to a mutual agreement. She gets to go out with other men and I reap the benefit. Since we started this, our sex life has been incredible. And I mean incredible." Terry began to relax just a bit at Brian's words. "However, in truth, she has only fucked one other man. That is our good friend Patrick. He left to go back to the West Coast several weeks ago and Sara has grown restless." Terry raised his eyebrows. He hadn't been sure if Sara had been with any other men or not. Now he knew the truth. Surprisingly he felt a moment of jealously. "We're not sure if Patrick will be coming back. Regardless, Sara needs more than I alone can give her. That's why you are here." Terry started to say something like "I'm pleased that I can be of assistance." Instead he hesitated, placing his drink on the coffee table and looking at Brian. "I know that Sara hasn't fucked you." Again Brian had shocked Terry. "But I know that she wants to." Terry started to respond when they heard something at the top of the stairs. Both of them turned and looked. "Wow," both men said at the same time as Sara came walking down the stairs. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and four-inch high heels. Her hair was up on her head and she had on just a hint of makeup, complete with blue eye shadow, emphasizing her beautiful eyes. Both men stood up. Sara walked over to Terry, passing her husband. She stepped close to him and brought her lips to his. She could feel him resist her embrace until her tongue found his mouth. A second later they were squirming against each other in a passionate embrace. "Ummmm.... Ummmm," Brian said as he cleared his throat. Sara pulled away; her face flush with excitement. She smiled at her husband and went into his arms. Soon they were kissing passionately. When they pulled away, Brian turned to Terry and said, "Listen, why don't you bring Sara back here after dinner. We have a spare bedroom down the hall. You can say as late as your wife will let you," Brian said with a smile. "My wife's out of town," Terry returned. "Great, then you can stay the night." Terry looked at Sara like he didn't believe Brian. She smiled at him. "Don't be too late," Brian joked like a dotting father. Then he smiled and turned and left the two standing in the living room. "Shall we go?" Sara said. Terry shook his head in amazement and then took Sara's arm, leading her out the door. Terry took Sara to a quiet restaurant near her house. He knew that they needed to talk. They sat in the back, in a booth surrounded by large backed seats. Terry was on one side of the table and Sara the other. They couldn't be seen by anyone else in the restaurant except the waiter when he arrived. Terry was almost overwhelmed at what had transpired so far tonight. He was finding it impossible to believe that Brian was so accepting of his wife dating other men. "You looked perplexed Terry," Sara said. "I have to admit that I am a little overwhelmed. It's just so hard to believe that a husband would let such a beautiful woman go out with other men." "Yes, I know it is hard to believe. Sometimes I feel like I have to pinch myself. Sometimes I feel like its all a dream...a wonderful sensuous dream...that I will wake up from. But it's all true. And do you know the best part?" Sara said and paused. "The best part is that I love my husband more than I did the day we married." "God, I wish my wife and I had a relationship like that." "Have you tried recently?" Sara remembered him telling her about their attempt at swapping. "No, not for a lot of years. Sex used to be great but she doesn't really seem interested in anymore." "All women are interested in sex. It has to do with boredom and routine and getting into a rut. We were like that for several years. However, I think we're the lucky ones. Most people couldn't handle what we do." Suddenly, Sara realized that Terry was staring at her chest. She leaned forward slightly and pushed her breasts together. "Getting a good look?" she joked. "I'm sorry," Terry said and actually blushed. "Your breasts are beautiful...uh...all of you is beautiful." "Thanks," Sara said and felt a naughty thrill go through her. She turned and looked over her shoulder and then behind Terry. No one was in seeing distance. With a wide smile she reached into her low cut dress and pulled one large breast out. Terry gasped and his eyes opened wide. "Sara," he whispered. He was aghast but he felt his penis begin to harden immediately. "Well, I just thought you might want a better look." With that she reached in a pulled her other breasts out. Now both large orbs were sitting proudly, held up by the top of her dress. Terry's eyes grew even wider as he saw the waiter heading their way with dinner. "Sara," he hissed, his eyes indicating that someone was coming. Sara casually lifted her breasts and put them back into the dress just as the waiter reached the table. However, one of her nipples was still half out of her dress. Terry saw it but there was no way he could warn her. He saw that the waiter noticed right away. The waiter stared at the exposed nipple and said, "Will there be anything else ma'am?" Sara saw his eyes and casually reached over and pushed her nipple back into the dress. She smiled at the young man and said, "Nothing for now, thank you." "My pleasure," the waiter said with a smile. "You are crazy," Terry said with a wide grin when the waiter had left. "Just giving the young man a little thrill." The incident served to lighten up the conversation after that. The two of them talked about sex and even about Patrick. Sara told Terry about how Patrick and Brian had shared her for two weeks and how she had grown accustomed to having two men at her beck and call. The sexy talk served to excite Sara and she felt the lips of her sex begin to swell in anticipation. When dinner was over and the second bottle of wine finished, Sara was ready for anything. She was afraid that her dress was soaked through from all the sexy talk. "Let's get out of here," she whispered to Terry who had slid around the table to be next to her. "Do you want to go to the hotel or home?" he asked. "Home." Although Terry was apprehensive about going to her house, there was a thrill of being in the same house with her husband while they had sex. He practically dragged her out of the booth and to the car. As soon as they were in the car, they were in an embrace. Terry's hand went between her legs and began to move up her warm thighs. Sara moaned and opened her legs, giving him access to her swollen sex lips. "Ohhhh!" she moaned as his insistent fingers slipped under her wet panties and into her warm hole. She reached over and grasped the large tent in his pants. A moment of fear rushed through her when she felt the size of his equipment. It was by far the biggest she had ever experienced. Yet, it had never penetrated her. Suddenly, she had to see it. Pushing Terry back, her shaking fingers went to his zipper. A second later she pulled his large penis out into the dim light of the dashboard. "Oh my," she gasped as she held the long monster up to the light. Her fingers could not touch around the warm flesh. The head was swollen like a large mushroom and there was a river of clear juice running down the stretched skin. With a moan she dropped her head and opened her mouth. Her tongue came out and she began to lick the shaft like a lollipop. The sweet juice entered her mouth and she felt an explosion of excitement in her brain. With great effort she forced the swollen head into her mouth. Terry was going mad with lust now. He watched as the beautiful woman's head began to move up and down on his shaft. He could feel her teeth scraping on the head as she tried to get the fat head into her throat. The scraping teeth were slightly painful but very exciting. There had been few women in his life that could take the head fully into their mouths. He heard her gag and pull back but she kept at it until his penis was pulsing with excitement. When her hand began to pump the shaft, he knew that he had to stop her or risk cumming in her mouth. He wanted his penis inside her when he came this time. Reluctantly he pulled her head from him. Sara looked up at Terry with a startled expression. Her eyes were wild with lust. For a moment she had forgotten that she was in a public parking lot. "God, let's get home," she gasped. Terry tried not to get a ticket as he rushed back to Sara's house. When they pulled up outside, they saw that the light was still on in the upstairs bedroom, indicating that Brian was still up. The light on the porch was on as well. Brian's Sweet Slut Pt. 04 "Come on," Sara said as she pushed Terry out of the car. She waited for him to come around and open the door for her. When he did she lifted one leg out of the car, opening her legs wide. The light from the porch reflected her very wet panties. "Oh Jesus," Terry said and without thinking he went to his knees. Brian had heard the car pull up and looked out the window. He gasped when he saw Terry on his knees beside the opened door. He couldn't see most of his body but from the position it appeared that his head was between his wife's legs. Sara gasped as Terry madly pulled her panties from her legs and dove between them. His mouth went wild on her swollen lips. She bucked her hips up to his sucking mouth and moaned, then clinched her teeth together to keep the neighbors from hearing her scream. Terry's mouth was deluged with Sara's sweet juice. He no longer cared where he was as he sucked her with abandon. Sara leaned her head back. As she did she glanced up and saw that Brian was watching them from the window. She could see his eyes on them. With a moan, she began to climax. She grabbed Terry's hair and pulled his mouth to her pulsing sex. She spread her legs wider to allow his tongue to delve deeper into her wet hole. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus," she gasped as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. When her climax began to ebb, she pushed Terry's head back. Suddenly she realized that they were in the driveway and that anyone could see them. She looked up again and thought she saw Brian smiling down at them. "Terry, let's go inside." "Uh... uh... yes... let's go inside," Terry stammered. Sara gasped again when Terry stood up. He had not put his penis away and it was throbbing and dripping juice. "Wait," she said and reached for his pulsing tool. Without a second thought she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth again. At the upstairs window, Brian was rapidly losing control. As he watched his wife sucking on Terry he pulled his penis from his shorts and began to stroke it. He could see his wife's small mouth stretched to the maximum around the large shaft. For a second he wondered if her tight hole would ever be the same when they were done. A thrill of excitement went through him and he almost shot his load on the curtains. Chapter 3 When Sara pulled away she was breathing heavily. She stood up on unsteady legs and grabbed Terry's shaft for support. With a smile she began to pull him toward the steps of the house. Terry barely got the car door closed before he was forced to follow Sara. They stopped at the door and kissed again. He reached down and pulled her dress up until she was naked from the waist down. Her panties lay on the ground next to the car. At the same time he moved forward, sliding his long tool between her legs. It slipped through her already wet thighs and the large head popped out from the back of her thighs. Sara moaned and began to saw back and forth as her tongue did the same thing inside his mouth. She could feel the hot shaft slipping past her swollen lips. She bent her knees slightly and squatted. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt her swollen clit touch the shaft. She moaned into the older man's sucking mouth. "Oh God, I've got to have you," Terry gasped. With fumbling fingers Sara finally got the door unlocked. She didn't realize that Brian had left it unlocked for her. As soon as they stepped into the house they were in each other's arms again. At the same time, they were both trying to tear Terry's clothes off of him. "Wait... wait," Terry laughed. He could still feel the wine making him tipsy. He stepped back and quickly pulled off his sport coat and then his shirt. At the same time Sara went to her knees and unbuckled his pants. Soon he was standing naked from the waist up and his pants around his ankles. Sara couldn't resist and she began to suck his penis again. Terry held her head while he slipped his shoes off and then stepped out of his pants. Then he reached down and pulled Sara reluctantly from his throbbing penis. "I've got to fuck you," he gasped. With that he reached down and lifted Sara, letting her legs slip around his waist. He held her ass cheeks until her vagina was just inches from his pulsing tool. He had intended to carry her to the bedroom like this. However, when the tip of his penis touched her lips he was lost. He turned her around and pressed her back to the door. "Oh God Terry," Sara moaned as she felt the tip of his penis began to spread her lips. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and bit his flesh. A moan was cut off in her throat as the large head breached the opening and slipped into her hole. "Oh God," she gasped. When Terry heard Sara's gasp he stopped moving forward, afraid that he might be hurting her. "No... no... no," she hissed and pushed her hips downward. This time Terry moaned as he felt his shaft slipping into her velvet tunnel. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him. He felt his balls begin to churn and pulled out slightly, gasping in excitement now. "No!" Sara almost screamed as he felt the emptiness. She pushed down but found Terry's hands stopping her. "Wait, wait, wait," Terry hissed as he tried to control himself. It took a few seconds for the urge to climax to abate. When it did, Terry turned and walked Sara over to a table in the foyer. The table was the perfect height. He sat her ass down as he brought his lips to hers again. As his tongue pushed into her mouth, he pushed his hips forward. "Mphhhhhhh!!!" Sara's scream was muffled by Terry's mouth. She felt an explosion of pleasure in her head as the long and very thick shaft slipped deep into her hole. Brian stood quietly in the shadows at the top of the stairs. He could see the two lovers from the shoulders down. He pumped his own penis as he watched Terry begin to slowly work his mighty shaft in and out of his loving wife. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sara screamed as her hole grew accustomed to the fat shaft. Her juice was now dripping from Terry's slapping balls. "Oh God," Terry gasped as he felt the warm walls of Sara's vagina caress him like a tight glove. He knew that he couldn't last long. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sara gasped as she began to push her hips forward in frenzy. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Terry's waist, and her heels dug into his moving ass cheeks. The tingling of her climax started in her toes and worked its way toward her stretched vagina. Suddenly Sara's body began to tremble. Her mouth opened as if to scream but nothing came out. Her body froze. Terry felt the contractions deep inside her body. The pressure on his moving shaft was too much for him. "Oh God, I'm going to cummmmmmm!" he warned. "Yes, yes, yes, cum in meeeee!!!" Sara answered as her body convulsed in pleasure. The cum hurtled from his balls and up the shaft like a freight train out of control. "Ohhhhhhh!!!" he screamed as his semen shot from the buried head and splattered against Sara's womb. Her hole rapidly filled with the thick juice before it began to overflow. Neither of them noticed the juice pouring out and onto the tile of the foyer. They also did not notice Brian shooting his own load into his trembling hand. Chapter 4 The two lovers stayed locked together until Terry's penis began to wilt. Finally it slipped out of her hole, followed by a gush of his copious juice. They both giggled when they heard the splat of the heavy cream as it landed on the floor. "Come on," Sara said as she took Terry's hand and led him toward the bedroom. The room was aglow with soft light and the sound of sensual music when they entered. The bed was turned down and was covered in soft, silky sheets. Sara felt her heart fill with love at her husband's thoughtfulness. She led Terry over and had him sit on the bed. Then she stood in front of him and slowly took off her dress. By this time it was pretty wrinkled and had juice stains from her dripping sex. She tossed it onto the floor as she posed in front of him. "You're beautiful," he whispered as his eyes consumed her sexy body. Sara reached forward and pulled his head to her breasts and stepped between his legs. She heard him moan as he began to nurse on the still swollen nipple. While Sara's lust had been satisfied by their glorious coupling, she was nonetheless still excited. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse again as her lover sucked her swollen nipple. She gently held his head and directed him to the other orb. A little whimper escaped her lips. The long shaft between Terry's legs began to twitch again. Finally Sara pulled her breast from Terry's sucking mouth. She looked down and smiled when she saw that his penis had come back to life. Slowly she slipped to her knees and lifted the half-hard penis in her hand. Even soft, it was heavy in her small hand. It was still slick with their combined juices and there was a bubble of cum at the head. She giggled as she lapped up the drop of cream. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the shaft inside. A moan escaped her lips when she tasted his cum and her own juice. With his penis soft she could fit almost half of it into her mouth. She sucked it in and out of her mouth and felt it coming back to life. Soon, she could only get the swollen head into her mouth again. "Sit on it," Terry gasped as he pulled her to her feet. Sara smiled and straddled his thighs. She positioned her still wet and stretched hole over the now pulsing head. She moved slowly back and forth, coating the head with the cum draining from her hole. Then she took the head into her body again. In spite of it having been in there a few minutes before, it was still a tight fit. She grunted as she pushed her hips downward. "Oh yes," Terry moaned as he felt her hole open for him again. The first time, Sara could not get the entire shaft into her body. This time she was determined to take it all. She moved slowly downward until she had almost all of it inside. Still, there was an inch left. She lifted up on her toes, letting it slip out slightly. Then she moved back downward with a strong push. "Ahhhhheeeeee!!!" she screamed as the last inch slipped into her body. She hugged Terry's body to her, her arms around his neck as her body trembled with excitement. She felt incredibly full and stretched. Yet it wasn't painful. In spite of an almost uncontrollable desire to push his hips upward, Terry didn't move. He wanted to let Sara control the action. He waited patiently for her to take the lead. He could feel the flutters deep inside her body as the walls of her tight vagina became accustomed to his size. The fluttering made the head of his penis quiver with excitement. It felt like a million butterflies had landed on the head. Still he didn't move. Sara was gasping from breath now. She had never felt so full. She couldn't imagine how she had fit his large penis inside her. She could feel the head pushing on her cervix at the mouth of her birth canal. Slowly Sara began to move. First it was little movements upward, then side to side. Finally she began to lift up, letting several inches out before moving rapidly back down. Within several minutes she was moving up and down rapidly and with ease. With each downward push she would grunt and Terry would groan in pleasure. "Fuck me Terry, fuck me!!!" Terry almost smiled. He was the one being fucked. There was little he could do but sit there and let her work. Finally he pushed away and fell back on the bed. He smiled up at Sara when she didn't miss a beat and began to bounce up and down on him. He reached up and grasped her breasts and began to squeeze them. Sara went mad. She bounced up and down and swayed back and forth. Each time she took Terry's long and fat penis all the way into her body. Sometimes it felt like it was going to come out of her mouth. When she looked down, she could see her stomach bulge as the huge shaft moved in and out. The sight was too much for her and she began to climax again. Her body began to convulse as she closed her eyes and cried out in pleasure. The waves of pleasure continued for a long time. When one climax waned, another started. Terry simply lay there and enjoyed the show. Since he had recently climaxed, he knew that he could last a long time. It took some time but finally Sara was exhausted. When she saw Terry smiling smugly at her she became determined to get him off as well. She moved until she had her feet on the bed and was squatting over him. Then she braced herself with her hands and began to work her vagina up and down on the wet shaft. When his penis slipped out until only the head was inside, she paused and squeezed her sphincter muscles. She saw Terry's eyes grow wide. She did it again and then again. Suddenly, she knew that she had him. She pushed down hard until she was sitting on his balls. Terry moaned in frustration. With a smile of confidence, Sara lifted up and used her muscles to squeeze the head again. She moved back and forth very slowly. When it appeared that Terry couldn't take any more, he lifted completely up, letting his penis slip out. "Oh God Sara," Terry gasped. She reached between his legs and grabbed the wet shaft. She held it up to her swollen sex lips and moved it around in circles, just touching her inner lips. When Terry saw her devilish smile he said, "Please!" He knew he couldn't take much more teasing. Sara knew that she had won. She slipped the head back inside and began to squeeze again. Only her sphincter muscles moved. She squeezed the tender area just below the crown. Then when she saw Terry's eyes close in pleasure she began to move up and down rapidly again. "Yes, yes, yes," Terry whispered almost to himself. "Oh God Sara, I'm getting close." "Cum... cum for me... cum inside me," she whispered as she leaned close to his ear, her still hot nipples almost burning his chest. "Ohhhhh!!!" he gasped as he felt his sperm begin to rocket up his shaft. "I'm...I'm....cumming!!!" Sara didn't need to be told. She could feel his deluge as it filled her for the second time that night. Suddenly she began to climax again. It came on without warning. Her body convulsed with the same intensity of Terry's climax. It almost seemed like they had become one. They made love one more time before both fell into an exhausted sleep. It was almost five A.M. when the bedroom door opened. Brian was asleep, dreaming of his sexy wife. His penis was already hard. When Sara lifted the blanket and saw her husband's erection she smiled. She crawled under the covers and snuggled next to him. He opened his sleepy eyes and smiled. "Did you miss me?" she teased. "Every second," Brian whispered and brought his lips to hers. They kissed passionately for a few minutes when Sara pulled away. "Fuck me. I need your cock inside me now." Brian flipped his wife over until she was on her back. Then he crawled between her legs and brought his throbbing penis to her wet hole. "Are you sure you will be able to feel me after Terry..." Sara touched his lips to silence him. She whispered again, "Fuck me." Brian moaned as his penis slipped into her stretched and sloppy hole. In spite of the stretching she had taken, Sara felt every inch of her husband entering her. While it was exciting, it was even more comforting. His penis was where it belonged... deep inside her. She hugged him tightly as he began to move rapidly in and out. She knew that it wasn't going to take very long for him to climax. Brian kissed his wife's neck as he worked in and out of her surprisingly tight hole. As he came close to his climax he whispered into her ear, "I love you." Then his hips began to move rapidly. His balls pulled up tight to his body and he felt Sara lift up toward him. Brian began to climax, pumping everything he had into his loving wife. Before Brian's penis began to go soft he whispered, "Patrick called while you were out... he's coming back." Sara could not have counted the climaxes that she had already had that night. Still when she heard the words from Brian, her body began to convulse. As her husband' sperm dripped from her sopping hole, she exploded for the umpteenth time. This time she was thinking of a third lover... she was such a slut... Brian's sweet slut.