5 comments/ 39389 views/ 32 favorites The Butterfly Vibrator Ch. 01-02 By: cindyexposed Chapter one - a night on the town Jim and I had been married several years, and we had a reasonable assortment of various experiences in the first years of our marriage. So I was not shocked when he showed up on a Friday evening with a gift for me; a 'butterfly vibrator' which had its own harness to hold it in place; however the package also contained a pair of latex panties. The latex panties me had me confused. "OK, what's with the girdle?" I asked. I knew at 5 ft 4 in. and 105 pounds with a slim waist and perky breasts, my figure had not deteriorated to the point of needing a girdle. "That's to hold the vibrator in place." Jim responded. The harness resembled a g-string that held a vibrating set of 'wings' against a clitoris, or more specifically, against my clitoris. The device had a six foot wire connected to a controller that held the batteries and allowed the device to be set to any of five intensity levels. Jim knew that the harness would not actually function holding the vibrator in place, so my engineer husband found an improvement to the design: latex panties. At Jim's request, I stripped and stepped into the harness, placing the vibrating wings on my clit. Then I wrestled into the latex panties, securing the 'wings of the butterfly' securely in place. Jim turned the vibrator on the lowest setting and it buzzed to life. It felt great. Jim tested several higher settings, and I found that the mid-level setting of three was very arousing, but level four was too simply too intense; and level five was simply unbearable. Jim informed me we were going out tonight to 'test drive' my new toy. My protests were immediately dismissed I was instructed don my 'butterfly vibrator' and to get dressed in a rather sheer, tight fitting blouse, that would accentuate my erect nipples nicely; and to wear a wrap around skirt that came just below my knees and a pair of my best FMPs (fuck me pumps high heels). Jim was explicit, I was not allowed to wear a bra tonight. I bathed, put on my make-up and donned my assigned 'outfit' for the night. Jim ran the wire from the controller and batteries out the waist band of my skirt and placed the controller in my skirt pocket, where he had easy access to it. He set the intensity level on two which was highly stimulating but not enough to bring me off. In fact, it was just enough to leave me in a constant state of sexual frustration. I could not help rocking my hips as the constant buzzing on my clit reminded me of how badly I wanted to cum; but I simply could not 'get there' at level two. We arrived at a club, not far from our home. It had a nice bar and dance floor, and the music catered to people in their mid-twenties to early thirties. Jim got us a table near the dance floor and ordered us a round of drinks. "Baby this vibrator is driving me crazy. It has me just on the edge." I confessed as I squeezed Jim's hand. "I can tell. You have that beautiful flushed look that you get before you cum, and your nipples are even more erect than usual. It is a good look. You carry it well." Jim reached into my skirt pocket and removed the controller. With a strange look on his face, Jim unexpectedly turned the intensity level up, sending a shock through my clit and up my loins. I bolted to attention, grabbing the sides of the table with both hand, responding instantly to the intense vibrations on my clitoris. "Oh God, Jim, please, too much...too much...please." After about two or three seconds, Jim returned the intensity to the more tolerable level three. But it was obvious, Jim enjoyed my sudden and stark reaction to his 'test'. "Whoa, that must have hit a nerve." Jim joked, proud of himself. "It's like a lightning bolt hitting your baby's clit. At the higher levels it is too intense; more painful than pleasurable. But is gets my attention, that's for sure." I paused for a second, then continued, "this level you have it on now is nice; and it warms me up nicely." We sipped our drinks for a few minutes before Jim took me out on the dance floor. It was a nice slow song and Jim held me close, and teased my erect nipples as we danced, though I doubt anyone noticed my husband feeling me up. When we returned to our table, we found the waitress had brought us another round of drinks. Just as I sat down, Bob, one of Jim's golfing buddies came over to the table to say hello. I was a bit put off by Bob intruding on our play date, but made pleasant talk with him and Jim asked him to sit down and join us for a drink. Bob seemed quite distracted by my braless nipples which were standing at attention under the sheer silk of my blouse. After a few minutes of small talk, Jim shocked me by reaching into my skirt pocket and pulling out the vibrator controller. I gave Jim my most serious 'WTF' look, indicating I did not think this was a good idea, not a good idea at all. The controller and wire, which ran into my skirt waistband, definitely caught Bob's attention. "Jim, my man, what's this?" "It's Cindy's controller." Jim responded with obvious amusement. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. "You have a controller for your wife? I need to get one of these. How does it work?" Bob clearly had not yet figured out the puzzle. "Cindy, tell Bob how the controller works." I blushed ever more deeply, "Jim! Stop it." "Now Cindy. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Bob just has a keen intellectual curiosity about such matters. Tell him how it works." I sat there fuming, not sure what to do, but realizing that in the end, I always do comply with Jim's instructions and requests. Without looking at either man, I said, "it controls the vibrator Jim gave me earlier tonight." "You have a vibrator inside you?" Bob asked in disbelief. "Not internal; external." Was my curt answer. Jim then handed the controller to Bob, placing the intensity of my clitoral stimulation in his friend's hands, so to speak. It should be no surprise to anyone, least of all me, that the very first thing Bob did when handed the controller was crank it up to level five. I bolted to attention, again grabbing he sides of the table as I shook, rigidly immobile, feeling like my eyes were rolling back in my head. "Oh shit, oh shit, please turn it down...that is too much ...oh God, I can't take it...please...turn it down." Bob complied, and returned to the level to 3, but he was very impressed with my reaction. "Jim this is the coolest thing I have ever seen. Damn son, this is great. Did you see how Cindy reacted. Oh man, I love this thing." And he turned it back to five for a brief instant before returning it, delighting in initiating another sudden and violent spasm. Jim smiled, "do you want to test drive it on the dance floor?" Bob looked at me, then Jim, "Do you mean it? Hell yeah. Cindy, would you like to dance?" I looked at Jim pleadingly, "Jim, this is a bad idea. Let's not do this. Not here." Jim dismissed my concerns again, "Oh, what can happen? It'll be fun. Trust me. Have I ever led you astray before?" "We'll discuss that last question later." I said to Jim. I turned to Bob, took his hand as he led me to the dance floor. "Can you behave yourself? Or should I ask can you be trusted with that damn thing?" motioning to the controller in his hand. "Of course. I am like a boy scout." He replied flippantly. As we walked from the table to the dance floor, my mind wandered; I thought of my puppy, Buffy. Buffy is a honey colored cocker spaniel that Jim gave me as a Christmas present the year before we were married. She was the cutest thing, and I adored her. When Buffy was about 1 1/2 years old, Jim convinced me to breed her and sell the puppies. I remember vividly taking my baby, Buffy, to the breeders where should would be 'introduced' to Beau, the stud dog. As I handed the leash to the breeder and he led Buffy away, she looked back at me, scared and confused. She did not fully understand what awaited her. Beau had already caught her scent, and he fully understood what was about to happen; but Buffy was scared and confused, and unaware. She showed her fear as she looked back at me as she we led away to the breeding pen; her huge brown eyes asking me 'mommy, what are they doing to me?' It tore my heart to see her look back at me that way s as she was being led away. Now Bob was leading me to the dance floor. The wire leading from the controller in Bob's hand into my waist of my skirt, was amazingly similar to a leash, and as I looked back at Jim, scared and confused, as if to say 'what are you going to let him do to me?' At that moment, I understood exactly how Buffy felt that day she was led away for Beau to 'mount' her. I felt like a 'bitch in heat' being led to a breeding cage; however, unlike Buffy, I had some idea of what was happening. I had an idea about what awaited me on the dance floor. And it scared and confused me. But knowing that I was being led to a 'breeding cage of sorts', also excited me on some level. I knew that Bob had caught wind of my 'scent'. I knew I was about to be played with and teased. And the fact that this was occurring on a public dance floor limited my options of how I could respond. And the fact that my husband, Jim, not only approved, but was enjoying my predicament, excited me. I saw one woman look at the thin red wire strung between Bob and me, and I blushed with embarrassment. What did she think the wire was? Did she know? Did she think it looked like a leash? Did she know I was being led away from my master to a 'breeding cage"? My face burned crimson, my heart pounded and my loins ached at these thoughts. There were all kinds of emotions running through my mind, and we had not even made it to the center of the dance floor yet! The first dance was to a fast song, and we danced, the vibrator remained comfortably on level 3. We danced close, close enough to keep the wire from being too conspicuous, but not too close as to be really touching each other during the initial song. The next song was a slow number and Bob pulled me close to him. Despite my confusion, shame and the fear running through my mind, the buzzing on my clit did make me a bit more amorous than normal. I enjoyed being held close by Bob, feeling my erect nipples pressing against his chest. I began to relax just a bit, and enjoy the gentle stimulation on my clit. But I guess the temptation was simply too great for Bob. Bob could not resist turning the intensity up to four. I became more rigid immediately, I felt my knees buckle slightly, and I was forced to lean in and brace myself against him for support. "Oh shit, Bob, that is too much, too intense,...please...it is too much." "Give it a second. I think you'll get used to it." "Bob, I don't know if I can't take it. It is so intense." I realized that I was pressing myself firmly into Bob, and I was now involuntarily grinding my pussy into Bobs crotch. "Shit. Oh Bob, this thing is driving me nuts." My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. I could not control my hips, I was shamelessly humping and grinding into Bob's penis, which now was rapidly becoming hard and pressing back into me. "See, Cindy, it's starting to feel good isn't it?" I simply nodded, amazed at my response. Bob's hands were still on my back, but he was certainly pushing me into him, very pleased with my loss of control. And he was right, it did start to feel good. I have no idea who else was watching. I know Jim was taking in the entire show. But I assume other patrons were also aware of my wanton behavior and movements on the dance floor. "Bob, please, you are going to make me cum right here. Oh shit. I can't help it. I am losing it." I hissed into his ear. But sparing me from an untimely orgasm was not what Bob wanted at this moment. I felt it starting to build, and I knew there was nothing I could do at this moment to stop my very public orgasm. Despite my efforts to control my arousal, I knew I was moments away from reaching a climax. "Oh God, I'm cumming." I hissed into Bob's ear, as I humped shamelessly into his erect penis. Then, in an instant of confused lust, I kissed Bob deeply, opening my mouth to accept his tongue. In response, his hand reached up to feel my breast. We were both completely unaware of anyone around us. I ground my crotch into him shamelessly; unable to control my pelvis as the waves of pleasure shook me to the core. I convulsed and quivered. I wanted to stop cumming, but the intense vibration on my erect and sensitive clitoris kept me at an elevated peak of excitement; I simply could not stop my ongoing orgasm. It was a long and powerful orgasm that sent waves of pleasure through my loins and my abdomen. I shuddered as I sucked Bob's tongue into my mouth. His fingers were pulling my erect nipple until it was borderline painful. "Oh, please...I need to stop...please, let me stop...please turn that damn thing off." I was whimpering now, he had complete control and I had none. I was not aware of others around me. I was not aware of Jim watching us. I just shook and humped involuntarily as the 'forced orgasm' continued for several seconds until Bob turned the intensity down. I was convulsing with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. You cannot understand the intensity I was experiencing, or my need to come down from this high. Bob had the good sense to turn the device off, and my arousal subsided as the song ended. I stood there a moment, my head resting on Bob's shoulder, panting, as I tried to recover. I was afraid to look around the room to see if anyone was staring at me, aghast of my indecent display on the dance floor. I could not deal with the shame of looking in the eyes of those around me at that moment. As he led me back to the table, Bob simply said, "That was the sexiest thing I ever saw. You are the sexiest thing I ever met!" I responded sheepishly, "You were a very bad boy. You are no boy scout! You cannot be trusted with any type of power over me; or any women I suspect." Jim was smiling from ear-to-ear. "Cindy, did you do what I think you did out there? Did my wife have a little orgasm on the dance floor?" "No baby, I did not have a 'little orgasm' out there. I had an earth shattering, eyes to the back of the head, almost black out, head banging orgasm out there. And your idiot friend cannot be trusted with the controls to my clitoris." "Well goddamn, it was hot to watch. Smoking hot. You two are a trip." Jim was beaming, obviously pleased with the way this turned out. "So Bobby, how does she handle on the dance floor?" "Jim, my man, she handles like a dream. She corners tight, and she responds great when you accelerate out of the curves." I looked at both of them, shook my head, and said, "you two are a couple of adolescent morons. You really are." I had several more drinks to calm my nerves, before I could look around the bar trying to determine if my scandalous behavior was attracting scorn. I honestly could not tell if it was. I could not tell if I had attracted much attention or not. Chapter two - back at home I had a bit more to drink at the club and had partially recovered from my very public orgasm on the dance floor when Jim shocked me by inviting Bob to come back to the house with us for another round of drinks in the our new spa. Jim teed up the conversation with, "Bob, since I am driving, I have to limit my alcohol intake here. Would you like to join Cindy and me back at our home for a few drinks where I can relax, have a few drinks and unwind myself?" Before Bob could answer, Jim added, "You can dance with Cindy some more at the house." "Jim, I can't think of anything I would enjoy more than dancing with your lovely wife again. I'm in." Bob responded enthusiastically. I tried to catch Jim's eye to convey my feeling that this was a bad idea. This was a friend he played golf with every week. Bob and his fiancé' were often guests at our home. Jim had already 'loaned me out as a dance partner' to Bob at the club, and Bob & I had crossed a line that was going to make the next family BBQ quite awkward, but the events on the dance floor were completely impulsive; I had not planned to have a climax grinding myself into my husband's best friend. That was spontaneous, and involuntary. What Jim was initiating was planned and contrived. But despite my misgivings, Jim paid the check and we started for home, Bob in fast pursuit; undoubtedly expecting to 'play with Cindy some more'. OK, I admit, on one hand, I was anxious, excited and slightly aroused at the thought of having two men tonight. But I also thought that getting involved with a friend we would see socially was asking for problems. We arrived at the house, and Jim immediately went to 'temp up the hot tub', as I got Bob a beer, and myself a glass of merlot. "Cindy, I really enjoyed our dance tonight." "Well I had an unexpected reaction to you, but you really didn't follow the rules. I thought I was going to pass out, it was so intense. I am embarrassed that I did not behave better on the dance floor." I confessed my humiliation quite honestly to Bob. "Nonsense. You were great. A perfect lady." Bob walked over to me, and took the controller to the vibrator out of my skirt pocket again. And there is no one here now to worry about." I guess I could have stopped him as Bob prepared to turn the vibrating device on, but there is something about my make-up that simply prevents me from stopping men from...well anything. I may resist a bit, but in the end, my nature is such that I end up complying with them. It is a submissive streak that I do not understand, but I must acknowledge that it exists. It has caused me embarrassment, and awkward moments; but it has also led to some intensely pleasurable encounters. So when Bob reached into my skirt pocket to retrieve the controls to the 'butterfly vibrator', I wanted to stop him, but something deep in my core wanted to comply even more. Bob switched the device on to level three, and the device, which was still firmly pressing against my clit. buzzed to life. In the quiet of my living room, you could barely hear the low pitched buzz. I stiffened slightly at the sudden stimulation on my clitoris, and I could feel my nipples spring to attention as well. "How's that feel Cindy?" Bob asked. Jim was still outside fiddling with the hot tub heater. "I don't know." I stammered, "I guess it feels pretty good." I confessed, embarrassed to be discussing the reaction of my clitoris with Jim's best friend. "I am sorry I reacted so badly on the dance floor tonight." I continued. "I feel bad. I don't think Nancy (Bob's fiancé') would have been too proud of either of us tonight. I like Nancy, I would not want to do anything to insult or offend her." "Well, I don't think Nancy ever needs to hear the details of tonight." Bob quipped back. "That might be for the best." I answered. I realized that the vibrations on my clit were starting to get to me, and I was involuntarily rocking my hips so slightly. I also realized my voice had changed slightly, there was a more sultry, sexy tone as my arousal returned. "So Cindy, do you have other toys I should know about?" Bob asked coyly. He turned the control up just for an instant, sending a shock through my clitoris, causing me to instantly lurch to attention to Bob's obvious amusement. "No. I think you know all too much about my toys already." I could feel my pussy begin to moisten with anticipation. "oh, you devil, you are starting to get to me again..." I realized that Bob was really enjoying exerting a level of control over me. And despite all my desire to resist responding to his attempts to dominate me in a way; I did enjoy the game he was playing. I enjoyed being toyed with this way; it aroused me. I struck some deep seated desire I had to be controlled and teased by attractive and strong men. And the subtle but unmistakable rocking of my hips as Bob controlled the vibrations on my ever sensitive and erect clitoris was evidence enough that Bob's teasing and toying was doing its magic on me. he knew it and I knew he knew it. The Butterfly Vibrator Ch. 01-02 I thought to myself, 'you really are a slut, aren't you Cindy? A little stimulation and you are humping at air, ready to take all comers.' But I could not help the way my body reacted, or the desire to submit to a man that was imprinted in my psyche...it was simply how I was wired... Jim entered the room and saw Bob standing next to me with the controls in his hand, and he immediately understood that the evening games had begun. "Warming her up, Bob?" he asked. "What level you starting her out on?" Jim turned on the stereo, which Bob took as an invitation to dance with me. "I thought I would warm her up on level three for a while." Bob said as he pulled me towards him, took me in his arms and started dancing slowly with me. I accepted that tonight I was a toy for their amusement; a role that would lead to considerable pleasure for me as well. I wondered how Bob seemed to instinctively know that I would respond to a slightly dominating approach? What signals was I sending out to men that give my 'secret code' away? Jim sat on the couch and watched as Bob danced with me, and slowly ran his fingers along the sides of my breasts. Meeting no resistance from me, Bob became bolder and began feeling my nipples, as my husband watched. My arousal was building and my hip movements were becoming less subtle and more pronounced. I looked over at Jim, and said "He's starting to get me warmed up. Do you like watching your friend feel your wife up?" Jim nodded. "Jim, how far are you going to let him take this?" I asked. "Baby, I think we will just play this by ear and see where it goes." Jim responded I then kissed Bob, as his caressing of my breast became more insistent, firmer. Bob reached down and ran his hand up under my blouse, contacting my bare breasts for the first time, as we kissed and swayed to the soft music. I looked over at my husband and asked again, "Baby, what are you going to let your friend do to me?" I liked talking with Jim while Bob fondled and teased me. I don't know why, but it made the encounter seem like both Jim and I were sharing it more. Jim smiled, amused by my question and said, "I don't know. What do you think I should let him do? Bob, what should I let you do to Cindy?" Bob continued to arouse my erect nipple and I continued to grind my vibrating clit into him. He looked at Jim and replied, "Jim, my man, I think you should let me tease Cindy until she begs us to let her climax. That's what I think. How's that sound to you, Cindy? How about if I tease you until you beg for relief?" His words were like a shot of adrenalin to my pelvis. All I could say was, "Oh my, you two are just too wicked. I think I might be in for a long night." With that, Bob turned the intensity level up again, only this time he left it up. And again, my knees buckled, my back arched, and I grabbed on to Bob for balance, "Oh shit, oh shit, Bob. Goddamn it, I don't know if I take it." He was trying to drive me over the edge for the second time this evening. Bracing myself on his shoulders, I stammered, "Jim. Shit, it's so intense." "Give yourself a second." Jim assured me. In a matter of minutes, maybe less, I felt the orgasm building. Soon, I knew I was too far gone to recover. I could not stop the inevitable now. "Fuck, I'm going to cum again. Oh, shit. Jim, baby, I can't stop it. He's going make me cum again while you watch." And I kissed Bob deeply as I moaned into his mouth while sucking his tongue into mine. I frantically humped against him, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that crashed across my body. I was out of control, again. Only this time, with no other people around, I did not have any reason to be quiet with my orgasm. After the initial orgasm, I wanted to stop, to come down, but Bob was not going to let that happen. He wanted to force wave after wave through my pelvis. He was enjoying my uncontrolled humping and convulsions. The emotional and physical toll was too much. My body could not take the ongoing intensity of these exhausting forces that had overtaken me. "Please. I need to come down." I begged as the convulsions continued to rock my core. After a few moments of my pleading, Bob complied and lowered the intensity level, proud that he had evoke such a response from his friend's wife. I don't think I have ever experienced such a powerful, earth shattering physical or emotional response. Being held up on that orgasmic plateau for an extended period of time, unable to stop cumming, unable to stop the waves of convulsions that were rocking my body impacted me more dramatically than I would have expected. Jim came over to me and began undressing me, first removing my blouse, and exposing my breasts, then removing my skirt, and panties, leaving me standing there with the vibrator held in place by the silly harness. I felt ridiculous standing there, on display with the vibrator harness wrapped around my naked pelvis. Without the panties to hold it properly in place, it was no longer up against my clit, but was hanging somewhat uselessly away from my pussy. Standing there like this, shortly after having a loud and violent climax, made me feel very foolish. I wanted to remove the device completely, but I knew I needed Jim's permission first. "Jim, can I take this silly thing off now?" Bob's expression showed that he recognized the significance of me asking Jim's permission. Up to this point Bob may have sensed my submissive nature, but he now was fully aware of the submissive relationship I had with my husband. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he processed this new information. Jim responded, "Certainly honey, take it off. It has served its purpose tonight. We won't be needing it any more." I stepped out of the harness and handed the vibrator to Bob, who placed it with the controller on the coffee table. I turned to Jim, placed my arms around his neck, my head on his shoulders, and I started to cry silently. Tears were running down my cheeks on to his shoulder. I did not quite understand the emotional release then, and honestly I still do not. "Baby, what's wrong?" he said as he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. "I don't know. I am just being silly. I guess it is a combination of things. Jim, the last orgasm was so very powerful it just stirred some deep emotions in me. I felt really out of control. I couldn't stop cumming. And just now, standing here naked in front of you and Bob, I felt a wave of humiliation at being exposed like this. I can't explain it, I felt more exposed with that damn vibrator against my clit than I do now, in your arms completely naked. Silly huh?" I wiped my tears on Jim's shirt before continuing. "Jim, I know you have shared me before, but this time was different. Before I always knew you were in control, you were there and you would protect me. Somehow, tonight it felt like you gave complete control to your friend. And I lost control of my reactions, and I felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than ever before. I felt helpless. It felt like Bob could make me cum any time he wanted, and I could not control it. I know you were right here the whole time, but I felt so alone as he forced me to cum. I know, this sounds silly; I don't understand it myself. But my reaction, my loss of control scared me." Jim kissed me deeply, with love, not passion. "Oh baby, I love you so much." He said, which started me crying again. "Let's all get in the hot tub and calm down a minute." Jim then whispered in my ear, so Bob could not hear, "Cindy, are you feeling up to taking care of Bob tonight, or do you want me to send him home? He hasn't cum yet, but if we need some time alone, I will send him off with a hard dick and blue balls." I shook my head slightly, and said, "Jim will you hold me while he fucks me? I'll let him fuck me, if you will hold me while he does it." I needed the closeness with my husband right now, but I did want to 'get Bob off before he went home'. I felt that I owed Bob that much. "Cindy, you are the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. I love you so much." Jim said as he walked me over to the couch. Jim sat on one end, as he had me lay down, my arms around his neck. "Bob, if you would like to enjoy my wife a bit before you leave, now is your opportunity." Jim said to Bob. Bob stripped off his clothes quickly. Jim held me, gently caressing my breast, as I continued to cry in his arms. I was having a emotional released that I did not fully understand. As I lay in Jim's arms, I glanced down at Bob. He was naked and erect. He had a nice physique and a firm waist. He penis was a nice size, and very firm. I would guess he was 6 inches long and a reasonable girth. He was an attractive man. Bob crawled between my legs from the other end of the couch, gently separated my legs and began to rub the head of his erect penis across my wet slit. Having just cum, my vagina was open and wet, and presently little resistance to Bob entering me. I did not speak, just cried quietly in my husband's arms as Bob slowly entered me and fucked me, as Jim held and caressed me. It felt good, but was not overly passionate. In fact, it felt like both men were sensing my need at that moment to me held, loved and caressed, and the coordinated their movements to jointly 'make love to me'. It is a very peculiar feeling being fucked my someone while your husband holds you, kisses you and caresses you. After about 4 or 5 minutes, Bob's movements became most forceful and I could feel his erection grow slightly more stiff as his movements slapped up into me deeper and further. His impending orgasm did arouse me physically, and while I did not climax again myself, I did find myself responding to his heightened arousal by meeting his thrusts with my own moans of pleasure and rocking my hips against him to push him as deep as I could. I could also feel Jim's penis growing hard and throbbing against my side as he kissed me while Bob fucked me. I enjoyed Jim's reaction to Bob's increased rhythm. The excitement of both men aroused me. I looked up at Jim and said, "He's going to cum in me baby. Your friend is going to give me his seed." And I kissed Jim as Bob pumped into me, stiffened his loins and shot his strings of white sticky semen into my waiting vagina. I was no longer crying. I felt fulfilled in the arms of my man, and enjoyed the knowledge that our 'family friend' had now given me a part of himself that we would not openly discuss at the next pool party or the next BBQ attended by his fiancé. There are a great many things about my sexuality I do not understand, among them is the satisfaction I get from taking a man's semen deep into my womb. I like knowing he is pumping it into me. I also enjoy the constant reminder over the next several hours as his semen leaks out of me. The sticky wet cum in my panties keeps me aroused for hours. I wonder if other women have similar reactions. Bob, lay on top of me for a moment, his penis continuing to pulse inside me, pumping the last drops of his sperm into me as Jim and I necked and caressed each other. And after a few minutes, Bob, sensing that this was an intimate moment between Jim and me, withdrew from my leaking vagina, and quietly began to get dressed. At that moment, I wanted,...no I needed, Jim inside of me. I needed to make love to my husband. While Bob quietly dressed behind me. I sat up, and kneeling in front of Jim, I began to undress him. I removed his shirt, and unbuckled his pants. Jim cooperated by lifting his hips and allowing me to pull his trousers off him. I then removed his socks. I looked at his strong, naked physique; and while still kneeling, took his cock in my mouth, kissing and sucking him until he was fully erect; which did not take long. With his beautiful penis throbbing straight up toward the ceiling, I climbed on him, straddling Jim and slid him deep inside my wet, slippery pussy. Jim took hold of my breasts and we began fucking each other. Bob stood behind us, and simply said, "Don't worry about me, I'll show myself out. You kids go ahead and enjoy yourselves." "Good night, Bob." I replied without looking at him. "Guys thanks for a wonderful evening, we will have to do this again sometime. I thoroughly enjoyed myself." Bob continued as he walked towards the front door. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll see. This may be a one time event. We'll see Bob. Give Nancy our regards." I said, while continuing to ride up and down on Jim's wonderful penis. "I may not mention that I ran into you two to Nancy." Bob said as he opened the front door. "Good night, Bob." I said as he walked out. I then focused my full attention on Jim. My emotional released earlier had left me in an unusually needy and vulnerable mood. I wanted to cum with my husband, and even more, I wanted him to cum inside me. I could feel his cock rubbing against the front wall of my vagina, and I knew if Jim could hold back for a couple of minutes, in this position, I could cum. I rode him harder and faster as I got closer. At some point, I knew I was going to make it; I knew I was going to cum on Jim's cock. "Oh baby, your going to make me cum. Baby, can you cum with me? Jim, it's coming, goddamn it, I am going to cum again. Baby, pump me full." I moaned as I leaned forward and kissed my husband with all the love and passion I had. I felt his penis throbbing and pulsing deep inside me. And I knew we had cum together. I contracted my vagina, milking my husband's cock of every drop of his semen. I wanted it all in me. Without pulling out of me, Jim stood up lifting me with him and carried me, his erect penis still pulsing inside his wife, through the house to the hot tub on he back deck. We had to 'disengage' to climb into the hot tub; and although I wanted to feel him back inside me, once we got in the spa, Jim had lost enough of his erection to make re-entry no longer feasible. So we cuddled in the corner of the swirling waters. And I pondered the events of the evening, my physical reaction to them, and more importantly, my emotional reaction to them. I was content at this moment, but I was clearly confused. Why had tonight stirred such an unexpected and strong emotional response from me. I would need to discuss this with Jim, but I did not have the emotional energy at this instant. So I rested with my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, his fingers gently playing with my nipple and I thought about the things I was sure about: I loved this man, I would do virtually anything he asked of me, and I knew he loved me deeply as well. And I knew that he loved me enough that he could be trusted with my whole heart and my complete obedience; he would never intentionally harm me. Yes, at that moment, relaxing in the spa, with the sperm of two men swimming inside my well fucked vagina, I was content, satisfied and loved. And who can ask for any more than that?