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Playing with Two
by Little Flirt (ltlflirt32@aol.com)
***
I have been reading the alt.sex.stories newsgroups for
years, and one of the more interesting fantasies this
has generated in me. And, I think, my husband. My
fantasy 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. (MMF, wife,
oral)
***
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 that?"
"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 occasional 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. Perfect.
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 hungrily, 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
elicited 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 guiltily 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 accommodate 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 surprised 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 surprised 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 entrance 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 Dean).
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
rhythm 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 entrance 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?"
"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
time.
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 toweled me dry, and we got dressed and
went down to find breakfast. Dean made cheese and veggie
omelets 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 pictures 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 omelet 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 fulfilled."
"No, Dear," Dean grinned. "But you can be fulfilled 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.
Yours,
Little Flirt
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