Slut-wife Carol receives a double penetration from husband and his friend.
CHAPTER 3: SURPRISE DP
Bill was to return home Friday afternoon, so I rushed home from work with the cum of all four of my co-workers in my cunt. I made a special request of the men that they all fuck me so I could show Bill what a good slut I had been for him. I knew he had been in communication with Jerry during the week, in addition to his nightly calls with me. He had taken a huge gamble to go on the road the very week I started my new job as secretary and slut for Mortensen Sales, a small four-man office. I knew he worried about that decision, though he didn't want me to be aware of it. Jerry Mortensen was an honorable man from the beginning, and Bill became more comfortable with each report from me and my boss.
Bill and I skipped dinner until much later that Friday evening, until we finally needed an extended rest period, and then we simply ordered pizza so I could continue snuggling and feeling his body against mine. When the doorbell rang, he handed me two twenty-dollar bills, then sent me naked to get the pizza. He purposely gave me too much so I would be forced to be exposed to the delivery person for a longer time as the change was made. I often wondered how delivery guys would react to nude women at the door despite the porn vids on the internet. It was pretty much like the vids. First, the stunned look of disbelief, followed by an almost inability to function afterward. I leaned into the guy, about 35, and gave him a peck on the cheek. His hand went to my hip, whether he was aware of it or not. I smiled devilishly and took his hand and placed it on my tit. He actually flinched at the touch before he recovered enough to give it a soft squeeze. I stood in the doorway and waved at him as he walked down the sidewalk to his car at the curb. He stumbled as he tried walking and looking over his shoulder at the same time. I placed the pizza box on the kitchen table and took two more bottles of beer from the refrigerator, figuring Bill might still need some time for recovery, but I was more than ready to be fucked again.
I lost count of how many times we fucked or I took a load of his cum into my stomach or the number of orgasms I had by the time Saturday noon came, and we decided we needed to get out of the house for a little while. He was shocked at my appetite for fucking, and I was very pleasantly surprised by his recovery times while trying to keep up with me. There were times through the night and early morning, though, when he begged for rest, claiming his cock hurt from overstimulation and cumming. Through our 17 years of marriage, we always felt we had an active and interesting sex life. It was never compared to that night, though.
The next week was wonderful for me. The fucking at work was complementary to the sex Bill and I had at home. Next Thursday, I came home to find Jimmy with Bill. They were arranging take-out Chinese food and plates on the dining table. They both kissed me on the mouth, both cupping a tit and stroking my ass.
I looked at Bill, not wanting to assume too much. He smiled, "You said the guys at work have only used you individually … I thought a three-some might be a fun change of pace."
As we sat at the table and dished up food onto our plates, Jimmy leaned toward Bill and whispered something. I watched Bill's reaction from the corner of my eyes. I knew Jimmy had something in mind that Bill was likely to agree to.
"Jimmy had a good idea, dear. Having your magnificent tits exposed would only enhance our enjoyment of dinner."
I smiled at Jimmy, moved my chair back, without hesitation, and started unbuttoning my blouse. After removing it and slipping my bra off, I lifted both tits to them in offering. "Is this good, sir? Or, would you like me to remove more?"
Bill didn't look at Jimmy. "No, that is perfect. I think sometimes a topless woman is as sexy as a naked woman." I smiled, making sure I leaned over in pulling my chair back into place so my hanging tits swung by the action. I had been fucked by each of the guys at work already, and several also had a blowjob, and I was still very anxious for the three-some these two had planned for me.
I became very relaxed during dinner after the initial phase of taking my chair topless. Through the years with our role-playing, it wasn't unusual for me to be topless or in my underwear or naked around the house. Even in the office, it had become more comfortable, though the potential of someone entering the office was always an element that created an exhibitionistic tension and thrill. The guys formalized a rule that I would never get dressed in their offices; instead, I was to take my clothes back to my desk to dress. I think even Jerry felt some tension about how he would explain that, but even his wife thought it was wonderfully exciting, and it was having a good impact at home. But the introduction of Jimmy added a new element to being Bill's sub/slut. Jimmy was someone we interacted with outside of the home and with other people socially. I nervously studied the expressions of other people in those situations for any sign that they knew. When I expressed that concern to Bill, he assured me he had reason to trust Jimmy. In fact, he had held our confidence. So, even sitting topless with Jimmy as though it was perfectly normal, it did become comfortable for me. When I got up to refill his water glass, his hand rose to cup one of my hanging tits. I smiled and winked at Bill.
After dinner, the guys went into the family room, each with a beer, as I began cleaning the table and kitchen. I peeked into the family room at one point, noted the bottles appeared empty, took two more from the refrigerator, and handed them to the men. Bill thanked me, "You were busy in there, you didn't need to watch over us like that."
"It makes me happy when I can take care of you and please you, you know that." I was about to leave, and he stopped me.
"Honey, I am happy when I just think about you." I blushed, actually blushed. "Are you almost done?" I nodded. "Do you know what's going to happen tonight?"
"Oh, yes, sir! You two are going to fuck me." I paused and looked at Bill intently. He could tell there was something else I was thinking and told me to express it. "Well, sir … you know I have never been double penetrated … I mean both holes together … and … I would like the first time with you, sir."
Bill smiled, "I think we can take care of that." As I returned to the kitchen, I heard Jimmy exclaim, 'Damn!'.
When I walked back into the family room, I was without a skirt or panties. Both men smiled. I knelt in front of Bill and began loosening his pants when he stopped me, "Guests, first."
"Of course, sir."
I moved on my knees to Jimmy, opened his pants, and fished out his semi-hard cock. While making eye contact with him, I licked up the underside of his cock from the balls to the head. At the head, I turned my head down to take it into my mouth, sucking it, then using my lips and tongue to work my way back down. I very quickly had him hard, and Bill stopped me, informing me that tonight they were only to cum inside my cunt or ass. I nodded and moved to Bill.
When Bill was hard, I looked up at him for direction. He motioned with his head to Jimmy. I moved back to Jimmy, fucked my mouth over his cock a few more times to have his cock very hard and wet, then straddled his lap. I kissed him hard as his hands quickly took my tits, and I stroked my wet cunt over the length of his cock. Without breaking the kiss, I reached underneath, held his cock up, and wiggled my ass around it until it sank into my ready hole. He gasped into my mouth as I sank partway down his length. I felt the cushion sink with additional weight and a hand on my shoulder. I broke the kiss and turned my head with my mouth wide open, knowing Bill's cock was there for me to swallow.
When Jimmy and I neared our mutual orgasms, Bill pulled back and sat next to us. When Jimmy's cock spewed the last of his seed into me, I looked to Bill with glazed eyes. He wanted me that moment. I pulled off Jimmy and moved to repeat the position with Bill, but he stopped me, turning me around to sit on him backward, my back to his chest. In this position, as I fucked up and down on his cock as I braced myself with my hands on his thighs, his hands were free to fondle my bouncing tits and stimulate my clit. My head hung forward, my long hair swinging almost in time with my tits. I noticed Jimmy had switched to a chair that was directly in front of us with a direct view of our fucking. Having an audience was new, too. And, exciting.
I came first, then Bill. I pulled up off of him, turned, and cleaned his cock. I then moved to Jimmy and belatedly cleaned his cock. I then stood and got them another beer. Bill wondered about my stockings; won't they be ruined by crawling around? I giggled, "You forgot that Jerry gave me a Corporate Card? He expects to see purchases of clothing and underwear." He nodded and smiled. I was assembling a whole new wardrobe without paying for it.
As they drank the beer, Bill suggested I get one of my dildos and entertain them. This was new, too. I blushed as I returned from the bedroom with the nine-inch, thick, black artificial cock. Bill understood I wanted this one because of Ethan. He was very interested in seeing me take the real thing sometime. I cleared off the surface of the coffee table and aligned it length-wise in front of them. I was still blushing as I lay back on the surface, placed my legs on either side of the table, and pressed the fake cock head into my open, leaking cunt. Somehow, it was different being in this position in front of Jimmy, even though I had just fucked him. Soon, though, that disappeared, and my only consideration was the pliable silicon rubber cock I was driving in and out of me. Bill didn't stop me but kept me going until I achieved an orgasm in front of them. A small puddle of cum and juice was on the table when I collapsed back in orgasm, the dildo still embedded in my sloppy cunt.
That got the guys ready. Both were stroking hard cocks when I raised my head to glance at Bill for his approval while trying to avoid Jimmy's gaze. Exhibitionism, embarrassment, humiliation, whatever you want to call it, was a part of how Bill thought of my being a slut for him. Actually, it was a part of how the guys at the office thought of me, too. This display had been wanton and slutty to be put on exhibition like that, but I have also learned that the exhibitionism, the potential of being discovered at the office, is hugely exciting and has played into amazing orgasms.
Bill clearly was approving of my display and seeing me respond. He helped me off the low table, the dildo slipping out of my cunt and falling to the floor as he led me down the hall to our bedroom. I heard steps behind me, so Jimmy was following. This was going to be it; this was going to be my DP.
Bill became the scene director, instructing Jimmy to lie on his back in the middle of the bed, which I had previously turned down when I came for the dildo, all in anticipation of this. Once Jimmy was in place, his cock still being stroked by his hand, Bill gave me a soft pat on the butt, and I followed Jimmy and crawled over his body, straddling his hip and his cock being held vertical. I moved my cunt over the upright cock until it sank into my hole and pushed down in one motion. Jimmy gasped at the sudden, full penetration. I leaned forward and covered his mouth with mine as my hips moved up and down on his cock. Jimmy's cock was so hard from watching me that it was like it was made of stone. I had just orgasmed, but my body was still desperate for more as my cunt swallowed his cock with increasing energy, as my tongue invaded his mouth and sucked on his tongue when he reciprocated.
I saw movement at the corner of my eyes. Bill was in the bedside drawer, pulling out the tube of lubrication, first spreading it over his cock, then squeezing a glob onto two of his fingers and walking to us. One of his hands pulled my ass-cheek to the side as the other pressed the lube at my asshole and inside with one finger, then a second, sawing them in and out. At the first touch of my ass, I stopped fucking Jimmy. Bill instructed me to spread my ass-cheeks, so I rested my face and chest on Jimmy and reached back to open my ass-crack to him. Instantly, his cock was pressed against my tight hole. Anal is not new to us; we have included it in our fucking for several years, but it wasn't lost on me that it was always tight, and with Jimmy in my cunt, it would be even tighter.
Bill was easy on me, though. I knew he would be, even if he wanted to treat me like his slut, there would always be limits, and it was that loving and caring nature about him that made it easy for me to trust in him and submit like this.
When Bill's cock pressed past the restrictive sphincter, all three of us gasped. It instantly made my cunt tighter around Jimmy, my asshole had never felt tighter around Bill, and I never felt so stuffed with cock. Both guys started to move while I decided to remain motionless, to be used by them to fuck. Initially, it felt awkward, but I think Jimmy adapted to Bill's rhythm, both fucking in and out together. I was out of my mind with pleasure, another orgasm sweeping over me. They paused only moments until my limbs stopped shaking, then they resumed. This time, on purpose or not, their fucking was directly opposite, one going in as the other pulled back. The effect was different but equally wild. The two cocks were rubbing against each other with only that thin membrane separating them. Instead of a massive cock driving into me like before, this was tearing my mind apart with alternating sensations from each fuck-hole.
Bill came first among them, not surprisingly, being the tightest hole. I felt his cock violently jerk inside before I felt his cum spurt. At the moment Bill climaxed, Jimmy groaned loudly, and I knew instantly that he felt it, too. That was the last stimulus he needed and quickly followed with his own climax. And that was what sent me over the top, orgasming around the two cocks filling me with cum. Both holes clenched tightly around the cocks, spasming around them.
I collapsed onto Jimmy, Bill nearly so, on top of me, but his arms somehow managed to support enough of his weight to spare me being squashed between them. It was many moments that we lay there, each gasping for breath, each unable or unwilling to move, and each ultimately too content with the feeling of our conjoined bodies to want to separate.
Jimmy had one last beer as he got dressed to leave. Bill put on boxers, but there was no question in my mind that I was expected to remain naked, and I did, barely without thought. When Jimmy was ready to leave, we walked him to the door. Bill held the front door open as I said goodnight and thanked him for the wonderful evening. He wasn't used to the idea that a night of fucking was something I thanked him for, even though it was a gift for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as we stood in the open door. As he walked down the sidewalk to his own home, I remained in the doorway under the outside light. I nervously glanced down the street and, with relief, found all the other houses quiet and dark.
Bill came up behind me, cupping my tits and stroking my front, trapping me for further exposure. He kissed and nuzzled my neck, then whispered in my ear, "You were magnificent tonight … so sexy and wanton … how did I get so lucky?"
I turned in his arms, no longer concerned with my exposure, and kissed him. "This is so exciting, Bill. I love it all. Being a slut at the office, now a slut at home. I can't imagine what you will come up with next, but that is part of the excitement, too. I used to think we had good sex, but now …"
Somehow, he was hard again. I pulled him inside, lowered his shorts, and pulled him back to our bedroom by his hard cock. God, it is now like I can't get enough cock!
Life never seemed routine anymore. Even when it was with the same requests for fucks or sucks at the office or Jimmy coming around to 'keep me company' when Bill was away, I never knew when something different would happen. That alone kept the routine from feeling routine. Lately, the guys at work have seemed to devise ways to keep me naked and diverted from getting re-dressed, extending the opportunity of being exposed to a stranger. I have been seen naked or partially dressed (undressed) by UPS and FedEx deliverymen.
It was Friday, and Bill had been on the road again, and I was anxious to get home. I'll admit to being surprised myself, but I wasn't just excited about getting home to see him but to fuck him. I missed him tremendously during these weeks. It is completely different from Bill. Between the guys at work and Jimmy being sent to me, I have plenty of cock to fuck and suck. It isn't another cock, it is Bill. I think there was always an unspoken question when we started, whether this was real or more role-playing that happened to be extended to the office. Would Bill be able to maintain it … would I continue to want to maintain it … would the behavior wear on our relationship? None of it materialized. If anything, the realization sank into us how real all of this felt to us, how comfortable and at peace we were with it, and how content I truly felt. I was Bill's slut. I was his submissive. And, I love the feeling it gave me. So, when it was Bill that I wanted, it was to have him here to serve, it was to have him here to direct me … in person and not on the phone.
So, like all Friday afternoons when he had been on the road, I was dripping wet in anticipation of Bill being back with me.
I found him standing at the patio sliding door, gazing out into the backyard. He turned at hearing my heels approaching on the slate floor of the entryway from the garage. My arms were around his neck, and our embrace and kissing were all-consuming. I relished his hands gliding over my body as if reacquainting himself after the days of separation. I pulled my hips back at the feeling of my skirt being pulled up until I felt his hands on my panties, then pressed into his body to feel his cock pressing into my abdomen.
"I missed you, sir."
He chuckled, "So it would seem. Jimmy and the guys at work are not giving you enough cock?"
I kissed him hard, grinding my body into his hardening cock. How deliciously obscene it was for him to talk about his wife that way. "Oh, sir … how much cock I have is up to you, but none of them is the same as being at your service." He told me that was a good answer and slipped his hand into the back of my panties, a finger sliding into the crack of my ass. I ground my pelvis into his cock harder. "Oh, God, sir … I love how you have changed me. You know I will do ANYTHING for you. That's why I miss you so much when you aren't here, I need to give myself to you, to serve you, to hear you direct me."
His finger pressed into my asshole, and I pressed down against it and sighed deeply at his intimate touch. "You are becoming such a wonderful slut, aren't you? You truly were meant for this. I don't believe you could get too much cock." He pulled me up to my tiptoes with his finger in my asshole.
I looked into his eyes, "If you direct me, sir, I'll fuck and suck everything you put in front of me."
"Good, slut," he responded.
He released his finger from my ass.
Bill's fingers begin undressing me, first unbuttoning my blouse and removing it before working on my bra, skirt, and panties. As he was doing that, he asked me softly a series of questions:
"Are you my woman?" To which I reply, "Eternally."
"Are you my wife?" "Devotedly."
"Are you my lover?" "Passionately."
"Are you my submissive?" "Obediently."
"Are you my slut?" "Unconditionally."
His hands have been all over my tits, stomach, and cunt. He then released me, "Take off the stockings and shoes." I complied immediately, and he again took me in his arms from the back. He stimulated my tits, nipples, and cunt. I was gasping by the time he turned me around in his arms. I sank through his arms, though, to kneel in front of him, to take his hard cock into my mouth, into my throat. We fucked on the floor where we had been standing, fucking like we hadn't seen each other for weeks instead of having been fucking for most of the weekend so far. There was no explanation for how this mutual change for us has changed our approach to sex, much less our now desperate need for it.