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Little Flirt: Playing with Two (MFM)

(Names have been changed to protect the naughty-but-nice)
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I have been reading the newsgroups for years, and one
of the more interesting fantasies this has generated in me (and, I 
think, my husband) is that of basking in the joint attentions of two
randy young men.  This is the story of how I finally got to realize 
the pleasures of two men.

It was a friday night, and my husband, Dean and I had gone to one of 
the local dance/pool bars.  The main fare was country music (what do 
you expect, in Texas!), but there was also a good mix of pop and
'light' techno (if there is such a thing).  We go to hang out, play
pool, watch the dancers and the pretty girls, and dance.  That is, I
like to dance.  My husband is a better dancer than he thinks he is,
but he really has to be in the mood to get on the floor.  So, usually,
I dance alone, with a girlfriend, or sometimes a nice, cute guy, who
isn't scared off by my rings.  My man watches unobtrusively, (he says
he isn't jealous, really, he just likes to watch me dance) and watches
the other women move as well.  I can't say I blame him, besides, he has
good taste!

Well, we had been at the club for about two hours, when the DJ started
up a really strange version of the Macarena(sp?).  I have to get up and
dance, whichever version it is, because it feels good, it's easy, and
it's playful, everyone has a good time.  As usual, my hubby sat it out,
and I danced with my usual 'sultry' attitude.  The guy next to me was
staring at me the entire time, and I was giving him plenty of teasing
'come-on' glances, the bobbing of my C's and the wiggle of my bottom
giving him a bit of a thrill.  I felt a little shy afterwards, and fled
to my husband as the song ended.  He gave me a big hug and a look that
said 'you are such a tease'.  He told me that it was very obvious the
guy wanted me, and that he was probably curious to see how my bottom
moved when I was being fucked.  Dean never talked like that in public,
and it shocked me.  I looked at his face for a sign of anger, but I
found a flicker of mischief instead.  I asked him, "What do you mean by

"What do you think I mean?"

"Don't answer a question with another question!  What are you thinking?"
I felt like a little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.

He looked at me, looked in my eyes, and smiled at me.  He said: "I know
how hot you get when you read and think about those stories with one
girl at the mercy of two men, and I know how much you want to try it
for yourself.  Why don't you go find your dance partner and see if you
really like him enough to consider taking him home?"

Yes.  I wanted to.  I really did get excited thinking about all the
possibilities for pleasure I could have with two men in my bed.  But I
always allowed myself to bask in the fantasy, in the safety that it was
only that, and would never be able to bring harm to our marriage or our
bodies or our Love for each other so long as other men were not
actually brought into our relationship or sex play.  Now it was real.
I might actually be able to touch it, feel it.  I was scared.  I felt
a small fear twinge in me.  Maybe I really didn't want this after all.

Dean smiled at my frowning and said, "It's ok, Love.  I just thought
you might want to see if your dreams might be as good in reality as
they are in your mind.  Don't worry about it.  I Love You."

That decided me.  "No, it's ok, I just feel a little scared.  It might
be horrible, or it might turn into a real jealousy thing, or it might
be really, really hot and wonderful.  I just want to know how you are
on this, is it ok to do this?"

He sighed and said: "I don't know.  We've never really done this before
But, I love you, and I want you to enjoy sex, so long as we are
exploring together.  You are mine, and I intend for you to stay Mine.
Just so long as he knows this, and accepts it, and you know who your
man is and where your home is.  It actually does turn me on to think of
watching you with another man."

"Ok!", I smiled up at him and kissed him lovingly, "I'll go fetch me
another man for my harem!"  He laughed.

A slow song came on and I approached the guy with the hungry eyes.
"Want to dance?"

He looked at me, a little taken aback, and finally said: "Sure, but
aren't you married?"

"Shhh", I said, taking his hand and finding a relatively unpopulated
corner of the dance floor.

We danced very close together, and rubbing my soft body against him, I
carefully and gradually found out more about him.  His name was Jake,
he was a Sophomore at William and Mary, and he was spending the Summer
house-sitting for some friends he had in Texas.  The DJ continued to
play slow songs, easy to dance to, and easy to talk during.  Jake got a
bit bolder, and was beginning to respond to my soft warm femininity
pressed so close to him.  He asked me about my husband, and if he was
going to deck him.  I smiled at him and reassured him and gradually
explained what I wanted, that it was okay with my husband, and that we
were clean and healthy, and ... was he interested in helping me become
a very happy, well-filled little girl?

He responded by grabbing my ass firmly through my jeans and pulling me
against his erection, tilting my hips so that he brushed my (by now)
very warm, engorged, and well-lubricated clit.  I gasped and kissed him
to muffle the noise, then broke off and whispered that we needed to go.
He told me that his friends were out of town for a few days, and that
he had a large house on the golf course all to himself.  I nodded and
said that that sounded good, and would he please hurry before we really
make a scene?

We got off the dance floor and left the club, with my husband an
inconspicuous distance behind us.  We met near our car, where I
introduced the two men.  All three of us got in our car (Jake had taken
a Taxi) and proceeded to Jake's friend's house.  Jake and I were in the
backseat, fully clothed, with his hands inside my clothes,  Dean
watching the rear view as he navigated his way to our playhouse, with
occaisional prompting from Jake.

It was only a fifteen-minute drive, but I was feeling very frustrated
by the time we rolled up to the beautiful three-story house.  The only
drawback was that all the houses were so close together.  (Why do
people do that?  Huge houses on itty bitty lots?)  A barking dog was
behind the front door.  Jake said that he doubted the dog would bite us
since he was with us, and unlocked the door.  We made our way inside to
be greeted by a beautiful Collie!  A very male Collie, who immediately
stuck his nose right into my damp crotch.  I pushed him away, not
particularly wanting the attention, and Jake chuckled and pulled 'Sam'
to the backyard.  My husband gave me a naughty grin that said: "I know
what other kinds of stories you like to read.", and I blushed and said:
"No!  At least, not now!"  He cuddled me and told me that that was okay
with him.

Jake came back into the house, and I ran upstairs, looking for a large
bed.  The boys were quick to follow.

On the way up, I made a decision that changed things a bit.  I opened
the door to room number two and found a California King-sized bed.

I faced the two men and held up my hand.  "Now, since you seem to enjoy
being a voyeur, husband of mine, I am going to let you watch Jake
seduce your pretty young wife, undress her, and cuckold you with his
naked young cock.  No condoms.  I want to feel every hot inch of my new
lover's meat, I want him to feel every caress and feel the slippery hot
wetness that is dripping from me bathing his cockhead when he takes me.
I want his come in me, on me.  I want to taste it, and feel it mingle
with my come, knowing that my womb may be ripe as my orgasm dips my
cervix into his seed.  I want you to see your woman surrender to the
full feelings of womanhood with another man."

Dean's eyes popped from their sockets, and his jaw went slack.  I
thought he was going to balk, but after a few seconds he said: "I
understand, Baby.  Okay."

Jake seemed taken aback and scared, but I smiled at him, and pulled him
into the bedroom, leaving the door open.  We stood, Jake's back to the
door as I kissed him.  He relaxed, and began touching me through my
clothes.  I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, and ran
my hands across his warm skin.  He felt wonderfully exciting, new, and
electrically charged.  I slipped off my shoes, and knelt to kiss his
belly.  I shot a quick glance at my husband, who was watching with a
mixed look of love, jealousy, and lustfulness.  

Jake pulled me back up to taste my mouth, and untied the blue-and-black
checkered shirt I had tied under my breasts, and pushed the shirt over
my shoulders and down my arms.  I slipped out of the sleeves, and
lifted my right leg to wrap around his waist, something that my husband
LOVES for me to do.  Jake responded by grabbing a double handful of my
ass and biting my neck with a moan.  I rubbed him through his jeans
with my left hand, and stroked his back and neck with my right.  He was
nipping and kissing at my ears and raising the fine hairs on the back
of my neck as I felt a rush of goose-pimples from my ear down my body,
collecting in my aching breasts, my swollen, slippery vulva, and my
knees.  I gasped.

I looked again at my husband, not wanting him to be hurt.  He nodded
encouragement at me and licked his lips.  I threw away all trepidations
I had and allowed myself to relax fully, knowing that Dean was not
upset with how things were going, and that everything was safe because
he was there.  I finished removing Jake's shirt and undershirt as he
rubbed and pressed and pulled at my body.  I allowed him to remove my
snug-fitting tee shirt and stopped him from taking off my deep, almost
burgundy, red bra from Vicky's.  "Not Yet," I whispered, and knelt down
before him.  I unlaced his shoes slowly and deliberately, and then
removed them, and put them under the bed.  I removed his socks, giving
his feet a short rub to relax him some.  I looked up at him, and
allowed him to absorb the sight of a woman kneeling before him, full
breasts straining at the fabric of her bra, dark curls falling around
her head, face looking up at him.  Then I ran my hands up him legs,
cupping his balls and rubbing him through his jeans.

I moved closer and ran my parted lips over the long bulge that was
straining at the blue fabric, blowing breaths of hot air through the
cotton.  I kissed the skin along his waistband and opened his fly
buttons.  As I released him, the beautiful male scent of him filled my
nostrils, and his eager young cock probed from the opening in his
cotton boxers.  I licked my lips hungrilly, making sure that both men
could see it, as I watched a tear of clear pre-cum leak from Jake's
crown.  I licked at it hard, with my full tongue, cleaning his cockhead
of all traces of his juice, then took him into my mouth, gently sucking,
and stroking him with my fingers.  I pulled him from my lips with a
*pop* and looked up.  "Do you like that, Jake?" "MmmHmm..."

I pulled his boxers down and removed them and his jeans from his around
his ankles.  I stood and said: "Good, then you'll love this."  I guided
him to the bed and pushed him down onto his back.  I quickly removed my
jeans and socks and straddled him, making sure he felt the moist heat
radiating from between my thighs and through the thin cotton of my
panties.  I rubbed my crotch up and down against his length, enjoying
the look of tortured pleasure on Jake's face.  After a few minutes, I
rolled off him to remove my panties, tossing the damp, snail-tracked
fabric at my husband.  I returned to rubbing myself against Jake, now
coating the sensitive underside of his cock with the juices leaking
from my lips.  The warm, slippery bath elicted a hungry moan from his
chest, and his hands found my ass and ground me into him.  The pressure
against my hot, protruding clit sent shivers through me as I came.  As
I got over the first waves, I turned to Dean and asked him to please
help me, to show me it was ok to have Jake inside me by putting him
inside me.  He came to our side and asked what I meant by that.  "Grab
his cock and lift it so I can take him into me, hold him so I can slide
down his lovely cock.  Show me that it's ok, Baby, help me fuck him." I
pleaded.  He looked a little unsure that he wanted to touch Jake's cock,
but I looked up at him and begged, "Please, Dean.  I need to know it
really is ok to fuck Jake naked, have him fill me with his seed.  I
need you to give him to me.  Please."  He nodded, and guiltilly reached
down to where our two bodies would join. he caressed my ass, and rubbed
the wetness between my thighs, and I kissed him.

I lifted my body up enough to accomodate the gift my husband was giving
me as he gingerly grabbed the warm shaft of Jake's erection.  I broke
off the kiss, and looked down at Jake, who looked very surprized at the
situation.  I met the head of his penis with the hot mouth of my vulva
and wiggled my hips to give it a good coating of my lube to join his
own.  I was a little surprized when Dean took a firmer grip of Jake and
began rubbing this other guy's cock up and down my lips, rubbing my
clit and teasing the enterance to my womb.  I closed my eyes and sat
down slowly, feeling every centimeter of pleasure as I took this new
man deep into me (I had honestly never had another man before, only

As I reached the base of his cock, Dean began rubbing my clit as I
rocked back and forth on the warm, hard, column of flesh that was
buried in my most secret chamber.  I looked up at him with pure lust
and told him that that was enough for now, and that he was over-dressed.
I returned attention to Dean, who had placed his hands on my hips,
gently pulling and pushing them in rythym with my undulations.  I
rubbed my clit with two fingers and cupped my breasts with my right
hand.  I asked Jake if he wanted to see my breasts, and of course he
said yes.  I stopped rubbing my clit and fed the juice-coated fingers
to him.  He sucked and licked them clean and told me I was delicious.
I was pleased.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, slipping it from my
shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to the floor beside the
bed.  I cupped my firm, white breasts, presenting them for Jake's
inspection.  He smiled and reached up to grab them, placing his warm
palms over my nipples, rubbing in a gentle circle.  I moaned and leaned
forward to kiss him and fuck against him with longer strokes.  I
brushed my breast against the sparse hair on his chest as he again
reached down to guide our union.  He grabbed a double handful of my
naked ass and began to impale me on his cock.  I was on top, but he was
fucking me.  I relaxed and enjoyed it, rubbing my mound and clit into
his coarse pubic hair, as his manhood stroked the sensitive parts of my
pussy walls and the enterance to my womb.  The gentle stirring effect
of him shaking my cervix building up inside me.  I lost track of how
many times I came, but I remember Dean coming to lay beside us at some
point, stroking my back and ass and telling me how beautiful I was and
how fuckable and naughty I looked climaxing around a strange man's cock.
He started fingering my bottom as I rode Jake to his first climax,
combining with Jake's cervix-stirring to send me into orbit.  I could
not stop cumming!  Jake sent his hot fertile seed into me as I milked
his cock with my spasming pussy and clenched my husband's probing
finger with my sphincter.  I went limp and rested against Jake as he
and Dean stroked my tingling body.  I lay there for what seemed like
days, enjoying the afterglow and the affectionate attentions of four
hands and two mouths caressing and exploring my spent body.

I recovered enough to raise my head and look up at my wonderful man.
He looked at me tenderly and stroked my cheek.  I told him I loved him
and that I thanked him for giving me this, and that it I wanted to sit
in his lap now.  I kissed Jake and slowly got up enough to crawl into
my husband's lap, facing him.  He put his arms around me and I felt his
erection growing against my lower belly.  I said something like: "Aw,
is it your turn now?  Do you want to fill me with your own hot cum,
knowing that you will be dipping the head of your penis into Jake's
fresh seed?  Does it turn you on to know that I'm all lubed and slippery
with another man's come?  Or do you want to fuck your little slut wife
to punish her?" I asked, finally.

"No.  I don't want to punish you.  But you are a little slut, and I do
want a piece, even if you are slick with the fresh sperm of another man.
Get up."  He was trying to play like he was rough and angry with me,
but I knew he was playing.

I climbed off of him, and Dean sat on the bottom right corner of the
bed, straddling the corner.  He beckoned me over and turned me so he
could enter me from behind.  I sat down on his lap, and he lifted my
thighs so that my legs draped over his, leaving me wide open to being
touched and fondled.  He kissed my neck and rubbed my belly and breasts.
He used one hand to stroke my thighs gently, and teased me as my
pleasure grew again.  Very little motion was possible in this position.
He asked Jake to come kneel in front of me.

Jake nodded and knelt in front of us.  He said: "I don't believe I'm
doing this", and went right into sucking on my clit, he ran his tongue
over me, even licking Dean's shaft as it rocked slowly in and out of
me.  Between the two of them I was coming in waves again in very little

Eventually, Dean lifted me off him, and laid me back on the bed to fuck
me missionary-style.  He had better movement this way and began filling
me with full strokes.  He came quickly this way, throwing his head back
and gasping as he continued to thrust into me.  I pulled him down
against me and we cuddled as Jake lay down beside us.  We ended up
sleeping in place, with the two men on either side of me, until morning.

We woke up to Sam's barking at the back door, and Jake went down to let
him in and feed him.  Dean and I found the shower, and Jake joined soon
after.  The guys fondled me and made a big show of washing me, soaping
their hands with slippery lather and stroking my body into another
orgasm, after which I sucked them both off together, enjoying the
novelty of being able to fill my mouth with both of their sensitive
cockheads at once, rubbing their warm cocks together inside my mouth.
They gave me a double helping of creamy white man-milk, and I made a
big show of swallowing their seed, sucking and kissing their softening
members to make sure they were clean.

Afterwards, they towelled me dry, and we got dressed and went down to
find breakfast.  Dean made cheese and veggie omlets and toast, as Jake
and I talked about school and about the town he grew up in.  Sam again
took an interest in my crotch and Jake apologized, saying that he knew
why the dog was so 'friendly'.   "My friend's mom *really* loves Sam.
I think he wants you to play with him, too."  I was a little taken
aback by his statement, and he must've thought I didn't believe him,
because he got up to get proof of his statement.

He returned in a few minutes with several polaroids of a 40-ish, red-
haired woman on her hands and knees being taken by the beautiful collie.
In one of the shots, the woman was smiling, her mouth open, as a cute
young blonde rubbed her clit as the dog fucked her.  I was overcome
with a feeling of half shock, half lust as I held in my hands proof
that pretty, well-to-do women really did fuck dogs, and enjoy it, and
that someone was doing it regularly only a few miles from my house!
Jake said he had found the pictures a few days before, while snooping
around the master bedroom.  I said that the woman, Jake's friend's
mother, was very pretty, and that I might want to meet her one day, and
her friend.  Jake raised his eyebrows a little at that, and I assured
him that yes, it was what he was thinking.  My husband said: "Gee, Dear,
just what you always wanted, an older woman to ease you into taking the
knot."  He was right, I did want that, or at least I thought I did.  I
really wasn't sure I wanted to actually do it, but it did make me hot
to think about it.

"Sorry to disappoint you two, but I'm getting hungry, and am much too
sore to consider trying anything now, it even hurts to think about
cumming.  Let's eat, and leave trying something else new for another
time, ok?"  I served myself an omlet and two slices of toast, and the
boys did the same.  After breakfast, Jake walked us to our car, and
invited us back anytime.  "I think we can arrange that" I said, glancing
at my husband.  "Thank you both for a fantasy fullfilled."  "No, Dear",
Dean grinned, "But you can be full-filled next time."  Jake laughed.

We went home to our own bed, and I sucked my husband to let him know I
was still all his, and we spent the rest of the day in bed, talking and
laughing together.

I can't wait to meet the Lady of the House.


Little Flirt

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