11 comments/ 53750 views/ 9 favorites Visitors By: Tio_Narratore She loved the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Indeed, she even called it (but only in a whisper to herself), "my lover." With good reason, for she always dressed and undressed in front of it, and the sight of herself doing either aroused her. And the arousal often led to self-pleasure, the only sex she had. It wasn't the life she expected after marriage, however. She was always sensual, and looked forward to the day when she would first make love, expecting it to be the start of a life of love-making. She held her virginity for her wedding, but was disappointed in losing it that eagerly-awaited night. Her husband wasn't as passionate as she had hoped, nor as hard. He lay on top of her, thrusting half-heartedly until her hymen softly tore. After a few strokes she began to feel pleasure in her womanhood, but just as she did, he came and then rolled over to fall asleep. That was the first and the last time he had sex with her. She thought at first that it was her fault, that she wasn't attractive or arousing enough for him. She tried to arouse him in every way she could think of: she found new ways of walking, of talking, of dressing, but none would lead him to her thighs. It was during this time that she bought the mirror, and as she dressed or practiced her walks, she found her sensuality arousing herself. And so she also turned to pleasuring herself and gave up on her husband. And so it remained for nearly five years. Anyone who saw her, who knew her would have been amazed at his indifference. She enjoyed her senses; tastes, sounds, scents, touches, and sights all appealed to her and pleased her, and her simple delight in foods and songs and everything else spread to those around her. And her looks! As beautiful, if not more so, than when she was a twenty-three year old bride. Fine, smooth skin over a face and body that could easily have been a model's: dark, fiery eyes over full red lips, all framed by tresses that plunged to her waist; an hour-glass torso with full, firm breasts and hips to match; and endless legs joining at naked, intricate folds of flesh that covered her pink furrow. This night, about two weeks before their fifth anniversary, started as all the others. He sat, fully dressed, in his favorite Italian Provincial armchair silently watching his favorite tv shows. She stood naked before her mirror, slowly dressing, stepping into her black silk thong, sliding her black thigh-highs slowly up her legs, fastening her black lace strapless bra, and shimmying into a little black cocktail dress. Her hands caressed her curves as she dressed, and she fantasized an evening at the casino with men vying to be with her. They were both brought out of their little worlds by the sudden and insistent ringing of the doorbell. He went to the door and opened it slightly to see who was there and immediately found himself thrown back into the room as a man forced his way in. The stranger was on top of the husband in a instant, brandishing a hunting knife and quietly ordering his victim to be even quieter. The husband complied, and another man entered, locking the door behind himself. The wife called out from the bedroom, and the second man also drew a knife and proceeded upstairs. In a few moments he returned, standing behind the wife and driving her downstairs to the living room. "Now," said the first man, "Keep quiet and do what you're told, and you won't get hurt." "Understand?" The couple nodded their heads in acceptance. The man waved his knife at the husband. "You, take off your clothes. Right now!" The husband stripped to his underwear. "Everything!" said the man, and the husband complied. "Now sit in that chair," and he sat once again in his favorite seat. The other man approached him, now, taking a roll of duct tape from his pocket. He grabbed the husband's ankles and pulled him forward until he was on the edge of the chair and then drew his ankles, one at a time, back to the rear legs of the chair. The tape now, and he tightly fastened each ankle to its chair leg. He stood looking at the husband, his legs spread, his flaccid penis exposed, and then took hold of his wrists, drawing his arms around the back of the chair. He wrapped the tape tightly around the husband's wrists, now, securing him to the chairback. Both men looked at him and laughed before turning their attention to the wife. She was frightened, but also excited and strangely aroused. Her heartbeat quickened and she felt an unfamiliar tingling between her legs. She was sure they wouldn't hurt her, but wondered what was to come. "Come here!" ordered the first man, and she obeyed, stopping between the two men, her side towards her husband. He lightly drew the blade down her cheek and then over her neck before sliding it under the strap of her dress. She gasped as he slit the strap, but still felt no fear. Then the other man, standing behind her, quickly cut the other strap, and her dress fell to the floor. The first man stood there, seeming to admire her body, lust rising in his eyes, and she took time to look at him. He was over six feet tall, muscular and well proportioned, with deep, grey eyes. "Sensual eyes," she thought to herself, "not cruel." He sensed that she liked what she saw. His knife now found its way between her breasts and under her bra. She felt the other knife force its way under the back of her bra as well. She gasped a shallow breath and held it as the knives cut in unison and her bra fell. She made no effort to hide her nakedness, and the man, and her husband, could both see the tight stiffening of her nipples. The man lifted her left breast with the flat of his blade and then let it slide off as he walked around behind her. The second man, the one who took her from the bedroom, came in front now, and she saw he was as tall, as well-built, and as handsome as the first. As he gazed on her, smiling lustfully, she felt his blade against her hip, lifting the side of her thong. He held it there as his partner inserted his knife on the other side, and again they cut in unison. Again she made no effort to hide her nakedness, and the second man, and her husband, both saw the glistening of the fluid running lightly down her thigh. The man behind her spoke. "Undress him. Now" She obeyed, starting at his shirt, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons from the neck down and then slowly reaching up to draw the front over his shoulders and down his back. As she did so, she let the back of her hands brush over his muscles. She knelt, then, to undo the buckle, button and zipper of his jeans and slide them down his legs towards the floor. She couldn't help but notice the bulge straining at his underwear as she bent forward to remove his shoes and socks. With those gone, his pants came entirely off and she turned her attention to his briefs, rolling them over his hips so his penis would be held and then suddenly released. She smiled to herself as the organ sprang up at her, and she let her long hair brush over it as she bent to remove his briefs. "Stand up." " Turn around." "Now him." The naked man now gave the orders, and again she obeyed. Perhaps with even more relish; she liked the look of the first man more, and paid even more attention to undressing him. No brushing his chest with the back of her hand; for him she placed her palms full on his chest, centered on his tight pecs so she could feel his tense little nipples press into her hands and then slid them over his muscles to drop the shirt from his shoulders. She feigned trouble with his shoes so she could press her breasts against his thighs and her cheeks against his hips. And the briefs. She rolled down the back first, her hands gliding over his firm buttocks until they were free of the cloth. Then her hands slid around the front and drew the waistband down in the middle so his stiffening organ burst free encircled by her thumbs and forefingers. She wondered if her husband was watching. She didn't have to wait long to find out. As she finished undressing her favorite, he made her turn towards the chair, with he and the other man at her right and her left. As she knelt there, she noticed how wide open were her husband's eyes and she felt the first man's hand roughly take her head by the hair and turn her face towards him. His cock was swollen and stiff now, and right in front of her. She marveled at its size and thickness, and at the pearl of clear fluid that had emerged and kept its shape at the tip of it. He pulled her head towards him, his cock head aimed to her lips. "Open wide," he said, but she had never held one in her mouth and was afraid. Her lips stayed sealed. "Open," he said again, more insistently, and he drew the point of his knife threateningly over her moist, pink lips. She parted them slightly, and he forced her head to him, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She gagged at first, but soon found the sensation exciting. She trembled at the glans driving into the back of her throat, filling her and violating her. The salt taste pleased her, making her salivate and smoothing the strokes. She found her tongue pressing hard against him and sensed the pleasure it was giving him. Her lips closed around his shaft and she began to draw him in and out herself, sucking on him as if he were some giant hard candy. Her heart beat faster as she heard him moan in pleasure and drive his cock so deep into her throat that she felt his pubis against her lips and his scrotum against her chin. As his thrust finished, he yanked her hair, pulling her head backwards and her mouth from around his throbbing ball of a cockhead. Then he roughly turned her towards his partner. The other man's erect cock was now aimed at her mouth, and she knew what to expect and what to do. She noticed its difference from the other: the first had a smooth shaft with slight ridges and a head nearly like a tennis ball; the shaft of this one was deeply ridged and its head was like an enormous mushroom cap, its smaller, rounded tip flaring out to a corona half again as wide as the first man's. She opened her lips as if to say "Oh," and awaited his entry. His approach was different as well, and rather than thrust into her, he took her head in both his hands, wrapping them in her hair, and pulled her to him. She held her lips firm as the growing slope of his glans pressed in and gradually widened her opening until her mouth was stretched to its limit with the base of his mushroom still outside and pressed against her lips. He pulled her head harder, then, until his cockhead burst into her mouth, gagging her again and muffling her cries. She tasted the salty liquid flowing from him, and it eased the thrusts of his cock. She noticed how different its shape felt in her, its narrower top easily gliding into her throat as the broad base pressed hard against her tongue. Again she tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked. And again the man, the other man, moaned in pleasure. He still held her firmly by the head and drove her on to his cock rather than thrusting or passively accepting her suckling on him. He drew her mouth and lips up and down his shaft with an increasing tempo and driving her deeper onto him with each stroke. His balls were flying against her chin, now, and her lips crashed into his flesh with each stroke. She thought to herself that he was using her mouth to masturbate, and she found it an interesting and pleasurable idea, and eagerly anticipated his orgasm. It wasn't long in coming, and she suddenly found herself held tight to him as his cock erupted jets of hot semen against the back of her throat. It was the first time she had felt this, and she liked it. She liked the feel of his jism, hot and salty, the press of his cock against her throat, his moans of pleasures, and the feeling of her mouth full of cock becoming even fuller. She swallowed as best she could, and she felt the man quiver with pleasure at the press of her tongue on his shaft and glans as she drank his cum. Drained, he shoved her head from his cock, and the first man, the man with the sensual, grey eyes, turned her head forward and said, "Looks like your husband enjoys this too!" She looked, and saw her husband, still spread and fastened to the chair, but now his penis was no longer flaccid. Instead it stood higher and stiffer than she could ever have imagined possible. It quivered, swollen and pulsing with blood, a bright bead of juice perched at its little hole. She felt anger and surprise, but also some pleasure; at last she had done something that aroused him. The second man yanked her hair to bring to her feet, saying, "Let's not leave him out of the fun!" and pulled her over towards the chair. He stopped a step away and forced her head down towards her husband's stiff and wet penis. Her anger was greater than her pleasure, and she refused to part her lips. As she and the second man stood in stalemate, the husband unable to do anything, the first stepped up behind her. He took her by the waist, his hands pressing on the top of her hips, and put his foot between hers. A sweep right and left, and she was spread as wide as she could be and still remain standing. The hot, wet head of his cock slid between her buttocks and glided down past her asshole until it separated her labia. He stroked back and forth between her pussy lips, letting each thrust rub his glans against her clitoris. She moaned with the pleasure of his touch, but still she refused to open for her husband's trembling cock. The man now pressed the mass of his cockhead against her unstretched vagina. The vestibule resisted him, but he pressed ever harder until it suddenly yielded and his cock burst into her sheath, widening and extending it so forcefully and rapidly that she felt it would tear her apart. She couldn't help but cry out, with as much pleasure as pain, and the partner took advantage of her cry to force her mouth onto her husband's cock. Just as soon as the oval of his glans passed her lips, though, she closed them tightly around his shaft and would let his cock no further into her mouth. While the second man contemplated the situation, the first began a series a slow, deepening thrusts into her now-dripping pussy. He sighed and moaned at her tightness as her sheath gripped his cock on its course, and she felt her knees grow weak at the pleasure of his strokes. Still she kept her lips tight against her husband's penetration, but she found her mouth quivering and her tongue gyrating with the movement of the stranger's cock inside her, and she found also as it pressed his cock that it drew that same salty taste from her husband as it had from the two intruders. The second still held her head to her husband's lap, but now tried a different course to bring the bound man into the game. He took the woman's hand, engulfing it with his long, strong fingers, and brought it to her husband's pubis, forcing her fingers and thumb to encircle his cock. He squeezed her hand firmly around the shaft and began to force it up and down the pulsing organ. With each stroke her hand and his crashed into her mouth, and she felt the light bruising bringing the pinkness that had been lost when her lipstick spread from her mouth to their cocks back to her lips. She liked the sensation of hands gently battering her lips and the thought of the natural color this pleasure brought to them. Her vagina was beginning to pulse now, as well, and she knew she would cum soon. As she felt herself tremble and spasm, she wanted to feel the spurts and taste the semen as she had before, and so she sucked hard on her mate and stroked him firmly and quickly. His cum spewed into her mouth, and she sucked spurt after spurt from him, each mouthful adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, until he was drained and spent. As her mate's orgasm ceased, she felt the first man thrust faster and faster until he was in a frenzy. He stopped suddenly, pushing against her and pulling her to him until his cock was driven inside her right to the root, and then he erupted. She sighed in delight at the force of his ejaculations, each one crashing into the back of her pussy like storm waves against shoreline rocks. The second man laughed now, and pulled her from her husband's softening organ, drawing her back to his own half-stiff cock. This time he didn't hold her head, and she eagerly grasped his organ and forced its mushroom-capped glans into her mouth. As she sucked up and down his shaft, stroking him with both hands around its girth and massaging its head with her tongue, she felt the first intruder thrusting into her with long, deep, slow strokes of his cock, still swollen hard with lust. His strokes pushed her forward, driving her mouth onto his companion's cock, and then drew her back, sliding her lips up the deep ridges of its shaft. She released her grip, wrapping her hands around the back of the man's tense thighs, and let the strokes of the man behind her drive her over the hot and throbbing mushroom-capped organ. As she let herself be rocked, be used, for the pleasure of the two men, she focused on the details of the sensations, of the feel of two erect organs flowing back and forth inside her, and on the movement of her breasts, swinging full and free with each stroke. She thought also of the first man, the one whose eyes attracted her, and of how he had penetrated two of her holes now, and she wondered, perhaps hopefully, if he would take the third. A few more long, lingering strokes, and she was answered. He held her in place, deep on his partner's cock, and slowly withdrew his organ from her pussy. He slid it up over her perineum and pressed it between her buttocks until its tip found her tight, virginal asshole. She steeled herself as he held her tight and drove his cock against her hole. She tried to relax to ease his entrance, but her ass instinctively held tight against him. Harder and harder he pushed against her until her hole could no longer resist. His cock exploded into her, and she cried out more in surprise then pain, then collapsed in a near faint with the intensity of the intrusion. Her body fell limp, but he held her up by the waist as his organ forced its whole length into her ass. Only her own arms held her upper body, though, and these failed her, leaving her limp on the second man's cock, her mouth fallen over the whole of his shaft and his mushroom cap rammed in the back of her throat, blocking all attempts to regain her breath. The two men saw her predicament and took action. The first, from behind her, slid his hands along her rib cage until he could grasp her breasts, encircling and squeezing them as he slowly lifted her up. The second man gently cradled her head in his hands and lifted along with the other until her mouth was free of his cock. He gazed at her as she took a gasp of breath and then, still cradling her cheeks, kissed her lips fully and warmly, as if to thank them for the pleasure they had given. The man behind lifted her more upright, then, and the one facing her ran his hands down from her cheeks to her breasts. Her breasts were large and full, but the massive hands of the first man cradled and cupped them easily, leaving only her tightened areolae and her erect nipples exposed. The second man's hands found these and began to play with them, first massaging, then grasping to pull and twist, and she moaned with this new pleasure. His hands soon left, however, and glided down her abdomen to her pubis and then separated, one sliding under each of her thighs. He began to raise her up, and the other joined him, lifting her up by her breasts and then elevating her in unison with his partner. They raised her slowly between themselves, in front of the gaping eyes of her bound husband, and she felt the cock slowly sliding out her ass. They stopped with the tip of his massive glans barely inside her nearly-closed hole. The man in front stepped between her legs now, taking his cock, stiffened by her lips, in one hand, and sliding its enormous cap between her soaked labia. She sighed as its tip pressed hard against her clit and sent quivers of delight through her pussy. Her breasts, still cupped and squeezed by the other man, were before him, and, as he forced his cock down from clitoris to vagina, he took each nipple in turn between his lips, drawing it into his mouth to caress it with his tongue. He kept his organ at her entrance as his hand returned to her thigh and held her aloft, perched on the tips of two cocks. She sighed again, and wondered how it would feel when both would be in her at the same time. Visitors They simultaneously left off their grip on her, and she quickly slid downward between them. She cried out in ecstasy as both cockheads were forced into her together, and the intensity brought her to an orgasm, an orgasm as she had never felt before. A spasm began someplace where pussy and ass met, and spread though her like an earthquake. Her whole body convulsed and her limbs jerked wildly in all directions. And her voice. A cry, a shriek, a laugh, a sigh, a moan, a song all at once. A voice filled with such pleasure, such delight, that its sound alone could make any man or woman cum on the spot. It passed, and her body fell limp and exhausted, her arms hanging down the back of the second man, her face resting on his head, and her bottom supported only by their organs, driven deep into her holes by her fall. They left her that way for a few moments, until her breath became more regular, and then they raised her again, slowly, delicately. Now they lowered her, rather than let her fall, and she moaned softly at the feel of the two cocks, each in its own sheath, sliding deeply into her, filling her with their length and girth. They raised and lowered her again and again, and each time she came to rest on their roots she would turn towards one or the other and kiss him, sliding her tongue across his lips before taking him full on the mouth. And she came again as well. And again. Not as intensely as the first, but still filling her with the pleasure she had always longed for. Her husband watched this intently, his flaccid and spent organ now regaining fresh blood. All three were exhausted now, and the men gently lifted her from their cocks , laid her down on the soft pile of the carpet, her feet towards her husband. They sat on either side of her and she laughed softly as she lay there, smiling at the men and letting her hands float lightly over the sensitive insides of their thighs. For a long time they stay that way, resting and restoring themselves, until she let her hands slide from their thighs to their organs. Her fingers brushed lightly over their cocks, caressing the heads, and then massaging their balls. Up their tight abs, then, and upwards to their chest, where her fingers grasped their little nipples and played with them. She stroked their cheeks, and they took her fingers in their mouths and sucked on them. Then down their backs, and they turned so she could feel the tense strength in all their muscles. She lingered on their backsides, massaging and kneading their tight buttocks, and even letting her fingers wander between their cheeks to press at their assholes. They turned back to her as well, letting their massive hands and long fingers roam over her soft and yielding flesh. Her smooth skin offered no resistance as they languidly stroked her from foot to face, lingering on the inside of her thighs and on her breasts, full even as she lay on her back. As their fingers brushed across her lips, she seized them and sucked them as they had sucked hers, first one, then the other, and even taking a finger from each into her mouth at the same time. She slid her hands down to their cocks again, now, and felt their burgeoning re-arousal. She smiled and began to stroke their shafts, one with each hand, each at the same time and pace, and she felt them stiffen with new drawn blood. The first man moaned softly and slid his hand from her pussy over her breasts until his hand encircled her throat. He squeezed as if to choke her, and brought her face to his. His lips met hers, lightly at first, but then pressing until her lips parted and his tongue thrust in to dance and twirl with hers. She squeezed his shaft even more firmly in return, and his kiss ended with a deep moan of pleasure. As they kissed, the other intruder drew one of her nipples between his lips and bit lightly. Her tongue twitched at the bite, and the first began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth. The second man went from one breast to the other now, sucking and biting gently, and ran his hands up and down her torso and thighs. She encouraged him as he massaged her mons, sending trembles of delight to her clit, with long, tight strokes up his shaft. Her husband watched, and the sight of these strangers hands and lips on his wife and of her hands on their organs drove a fresh supply of fluid to his rising organ. She heard his sigh, and glanced up to see him stiffen. The two intruders were both stiff again as well, and they rose to kneel, each at one of her shoulders. She took their cocks in her hands again, massaging each with long, slow strokes ending at their glans, and smiled at their sighs. The first leaned towards her, and she slipped her hand around his scrotum as he slid his cock smoothly between her waiting lips. She massaged his balls as he thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. He withdrew, and she stroked his shaft again as she turned to her second man. Her hand found his scrotum as well, and her lips spread wide to accept the penetration of his giant mushroom cap. She moaned and arched her back as the corona, the flare of his broad glans forced her tongue to the back of her throat, and she opened even wider to let him drive it again and again deep into her throat. From one to the other she turned then, over and over, letting each find his pleasure in her yielding mouth and finding her own pleasure in the different tastes, touches, and shapes of each. Their thrusts became more rapid now, and she knew they would soon cum. The first took a long, deep thrust and then withdrew; she turned to the other, and he thrust deeply as well. When she looked for the first, she saw him stroking himself above her, and the second man was doing the same. She smiled at the thought of their semen flowing over her as she lay there idle, but she also wanted to take her own pleasure. She seized both their cocks and began to stroke; they understood and moved their hands free of their shafts. Faster and faster she stroked, and she felt the second man tense. She turned his organ toward her chest and squeezed his shaft, rising upward from root to glans, and a hot jet of semen shot out, falling across both her breasts. Another new and pleasurable sensation for her, and she sighed as jet after jet spewed out hot and slippery on her breasts. She felt her favorite tighten, too, as the other was still erupting, and aimed his hole towards her mouth, opening her lips wide to catch his cum. A huge glob, steaming, salty, viscous, flew into her mouth, its trailing end falling across her lips and cheek. Another, right on her chin. And another, on her lower lip and flowing slowly into her mouth. She closed her lips to taste, and another wad of jism shot out, covering both cheeks and her lips. She smiled contentedly to herself as the last drops from both men fell on her to the sound of their pleasure at her touch. They sat back on their heels, then, and she found more pleasure in their fluids, wiping up the cum on her cheeks and chin and licking it clean from her fingers, massaging the jism over her breasts and abdomen and right down to her pussy. She couldn't believe how much the marvelous mushroom cap had given her now, even after its earlier eruptions. She glanced up at her husband, amazed at the stare of his eyes and the twitching of his cock, and she spread her labia to treat her clit to some of the copious semen that coated her flesh. Her little pearl of pleasure glistened with the cum and with her own juices, and leaped at her familiar touch. She stroked it, now, moaning softly, and then slapped it, crying out as she had often done when only with herself. She forgot those around her, and began rhythmically massaging her clit and labia, running her finger around the rim of her vagina, and tugging on her semen-drenched nipples. She had never used a dildo or even inserted her fingers to masturbate, but now she found her middle digit unconsciously penetrating her vagina. She moaned from deep in her belly, and her index finger joined the middle digit. Her ring finger soon followed, and then her pinky, and she drove them all deeply into her hole and drew them out again as her thumb played with her clitoris. Again and again she drove in and withdrew, her tempo increasing, gasping in unison with her strokes, and pulling harder on her nipple with each thrust. She withdrew her hand, then, and started slapping her clit harder and faster until she suddenly screamed, arching her back so her ass and pussy were lifted high off the carpet, and fully into the sight of her immobile mate. Her body spasmed again, trembling with the pleasure of her orgasm, and the waves of muscle contractions sent a dripping flow of semen from her anus and her vagina. Her husband's cock spasmed in response to her, and a glob of his own semen oozed from the tip off his cock and flowed slowly down the shaft. Her spasms receded, and she stood, looking at her husband, his cock drenched with his cum as he looked at her, other men's semen covering her torso, dripping down her thighs, and glossing her quivering lips. She stepped up to him and let him gaze more. Then she seized a shock of his hair with her left hand and pulled his head forward. Her right arm cocked, and her hand slapped across his face with a force she didn't know she had. She stepped back and savored the growing red imprint of her strike on his cheek. Staring down at his cock, she announced, "this is my marriage right, and I'll have it whenever I wish!" Then she knelt between his taped legs and drew her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, licking up all the semen that had flowed down. As she cleaned it, she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking upwards to his glans. She engulfed the whole of his cockhead in her mouth and sucked while she stroked, drawing out more and more of his jism until he was drained. The visitors were dressed now, and she turned to them. At the door she kissed the second man, the one who had found her in her room, and placed his hands on her breasts for a parting touch. The first man now, her favorite with the gray eyes, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his and thrust her tongue in and around his mouth, holding the kiss long and warm before dropping to her knees to caress the cock inside his pants. She arose, smiling, and said, "good night, and thank you so much for coming. I'd be delighted if you came again." Visitors at Home This event happened during my many year quest to turn my quiet shy schoolteacher wife into an exhibitionist slut. Sam knew that I really wanted to show her off in person to some other men, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say that she'd be willing to do it. (At least at this stage of life.) Since she's always been willing to do whatever I ask in the middle of things I figured that the only way I could break down this reluctance was to surprise her and see what happens. One evening as we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and since it was nice and warm the front door was wide open to let in some fresh air through the screen door. I had it all arranged for a couple of guys from work to drop by that night. I had told them that maybe they'd get to see something special, but that was about all they knew. They hadn't ever been over to the house before, so Sam didn't know them. They also were a couple of the guys that had seen her nude photos so they were very interested in meeting her. I had hoped that more than that would happen this night. Anyhow it was about 10:30 and we'd been watching a movie while I played with her titties and rubbed her pussy. She was getting quite cozy, comfortable, and turned on by then. She was wearing a little outfit that was really sheer lace in the back, but covered up the "essentials" on the front side with little strips of pink satin, of course I had unbuttoned it to play with her tits. When the knock came on the door came I simply said "come in" and in walked a couple of guys that she didn't know. Since the front door was between where we were on the couch, and the safety of running to the bedroom all she could do was quickly button up and try not to be too embarrassed. She didn't want to get up because then she'd show her "almost" bare ass to them, so she put a pillow in her lap and stayed on the corner of the couch trying not to blush too much. I jumped up and offered them something to drink and asked them to sit down, which they did right across from Sam. I could tell that they were somewhat surprised and embarrassed but also very curious. Sam was also embarrassed by this as it was the first time strangers had seen her up close dressed in such sheer lingerie. She decided to stay sitting on the couch, under the pillow, as it almost covered her up. I think it helped that we'd already had a couple glasses of wine and had been playing on the couch as she was quite relaxed and a bit turned on by the time they arrived. Anyhow, after I'd brought them a drink we all sat down and chatted a little bit while watching TV like nothing was out of the ordinary. Sam didn't know these guys at all, which I think helped things a little bit. After about 15-20 minutes I offered them another drink and grabbing Sam by the hand basically said "let's go get it" when we walked to the kitchen they had a nice view of her sheer lace covered ass. I could tell she was getting a little bit upset, because she usually doesn't say much during those times. While we were in the kitchen I rubbed her body some and asked if I could "show her off" to them? Her only words were, "you're already doing that aren't you?" I took that as an agreement to go ahead, and began telling her great she looked and how much I appreciated what she was going to do for me. We got them something to drink, went back in the living room, and after we were sitting back on the couch a few minutes I took her pillow away from her and tossed it on the floor. By now they'd been in the house almost an hour so I decided that it was now or never and I began to unbutton her top. She was sitting beside me, so it was easy to undo the three buttons. I left it like that for awhile, so she was showing the inner curve of each breast in the open part, and the satin strips had moved aside so her nipples were visible through the lace. Eventually I opened it up to show them her titties. One of the guys was getting embarrassed, but it looked like both of them were getting turned on as I rubbed her tits and pulled on her nipples. Her tits were completely exposed now, to two men that she didn't know, who were sitting just a few feet away in our own living room. By now she'd resigned herself to whatever was going on, and as she often does she just shuts her eyes and tilts her head back to let me do whatever I want. I kept on rubbing her tits and pulling her nipples and even though she felt uncomfortable about being exposed her nipples still got quite hard. After a few more minutes I thought that I might as well try my luck so I reached under her to slide her panties off. I really didn't think that she would let me do that, but she must have decided to let me have whatever I wanted, as she quietly just lifted her hips off the couch. Now she was sitting completely nude, totally exposed, just a few feet from a couple of strange men. I tried to play with her pussy a little but she didn't want to spread her legs right away. After a few more minutes I did manage to open them up a little bit and get a couple fingers in her cunt. I rubbed her clit for awhile and fingered her cunt while they watched intently. Since she had her eyes tightly closed she couldn't really tell what was happening in the room. But they were eagerly trying to see all they could. I think they would have jumped across the room, and jumped on her, if I would have waved them over. But I didn't want to press my luck any farther than I already had so after a few more minutes I told them it was time to leave. Sam was pretty quiet after they left, but not mad enough to keep from having sex. As we talked about it she agreed that she hadn't said no to anything that I had asked or done, but then she added that she didn't think it would matter if she had. She finally told me that had she thought I was going to make her "have sex" with them so that had made her more uncomfortable. Once again I told her how beautiful she looked, thanked her for her willingness to make me happy, and remarked about how happy she'd made these two guys also. I asked her how soon she'd be willing to try it again, but she didn't really answer. When I remarked that I still wanted to keep showing her off to others she commented that "she knew that" and would "do her best to try to make me happy." The idea was so strong about the possibility that she''d have gone through with fucking them if I would have asked that I couldn't get it out of my mind. It was at that point in life that I decided I somehow wanted to see her getting fucked by other men. I knew it would be awhile for it to work out, but I was sure it would happen sometime.