Erin noticed him as soon as he stepped up to the bar to order a drink, the dark-haired, dark-eyed man with the broad shoulders. She gave him the casual once over—she was waiting for her husband and had nothing to do but people watch—taking in his smart look: the neat scruff on his face, button-down shirt, nice jeans, trendy shoes. He was of similar age, maybe a bit older than her mid-thirty, but not by much. When her eyes drifted back up his face, he met her gaze and smiled. Friendly, inviting, confident—it made her smile back.
The bar was fairly dead despite it being Friday happy hour, but even if she’d had a wide audience for viewing, Erin would have focused on him in a crowd. He was built just how she liked, broad and strong but without the cocky swagger of the over-zealous fitness nut. She wished she could see more of his arms, but the rolled up sleeves of his shirt concealed the shape and lines. He probably had muscle ridges. She liked those.
The text notification on her cell pulled away her attention. Something important came up right at the end of the day, and her husband was running late. She sighed. Shane wasn’t good at punctuality on the best of days: He was already 10 minutes overdue, after all, and only now telling her about being stuck at work. Despite the message promising he’d be there soon, she didn’t have much hope.
She wasn’t mad, just a little disappointed. They didn’t go out a lot, so when he’d suggested it, she’d jump at the chance. Even dressed a little sexy for him, going with the green dress that she deemed a little too short and flaring, showing too much leg when she sat, and the halter top with the plunging neckline that showed too much cleavage even without a bra that added even more emphasis to the area. He liked it when she dressed immodestly, and she liked doing so for him.
Now he might not even see her in it. That would be a shame. He’d spend the entire night blatantly staring at her cleavage all the while running his hands up her legs any time he could reach. That attention turned her on. By the time they got home, they’d both be raring for a good fuck.
Frowning, she started her reply, asking if she should even wait. He’d not want to cancel, but if she offered, he might take her up on it. No doubt he was also looking forward to the night out and then fucking her afterwards, not that they needed an excuse like a date night–they had sex all the time, even after so many years of marriage! It was just a nice change, and the teasing, flirting evening heightened the experience.
She could just wait for him at home in something small and lacy, start in on a bottle of wine, maybe smoke a little pot. If he walked in on her a little drunk, a little stoned, and waiting for him in lingerie, he’d pounce on her like a hungry animal, especially if she was already getting herself started with her hand or a toy….
“Hello.” The voice jolted her out of her little fantasy. She’d been so engrossed, she hadn’t noticed that the handsome man from down the bar had made his way over. Her cheeks flushed a little, embarrassed about the idea that had been in her head as if he could somehow tell she’d been thinking about sex. Before she could compose herself enough to even greet him, he added, “Are you…Erin?”
That surprised her. She considered his face more closely, but no, she didn’t recognize him. “Um, yes. And you are?”
“I’m Liam.” Reading the confusion in her eyes, he continued. “Did Shane not mention me?”
“No, he didn’t. You know my husband?” She added a little more emphasis on that last word than was normal, but that tended to happen when strangers talked to her at a bar.
“Yeah. I was supposed to meet him here. I thought he would be here by now.” A chime caught Liam’s attention; he pulled a phone from his pocket. “And I see he’s running late,” he said, obviously having gotten a text.
“That’s Shane for you.”
“Right.” He took a deep breath, clearly confused how to proceed considering the awkward turn this just took. Erin shifted a little in her seat, equally uncomfortable: Why had her husband invited someone she didn’t know to their date night? Had she misunderstood what tonight was? Suddenly she was very self-conscious about her dress; she didn’t mind looking a little slutty for Shane, but this wasn’t something she wanted to wear around friends or coworkers.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Liam turned to the bar, then turned back to her as if completely restarting his approach. “Hi. I’m Liam. You must be Erin. Shane’s told me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Hello, Liam. It’s nice to meet you, too, but I’m afraid my husband has never mentioned you.”
“Isn’t that just like Shane?” Liam said with a shake of his head and that soft, confident smile. “If you aren’t his beautiful wife, you don’t deserve a mention.”
Erin blushed at the compliment. Liam had an easy way about him, and despite the initial awkwardness, she felt herself relax.
“I didn’t know he talked about me at all,” she replied.
“All the time, actually. You pop up in conversation pretty readily. That’s how I knew it was you. He goes on about your hair, your skin, the freckles.”
“He doesn’t!” The blush deepened and her hands went immediately to her face. Erin knew Shane loved her wild auburn hair and pale skin—gifts from the Irish side of her family—though those weren’t things she necessarily felt were particularly attractive qualities herself. Her freckles, however, embarrassed her terribly, even when Shane playfully teased her about them. “I can’t believe THAT is what he’s telling people about!”
“Well, he does mention other lovely attributes,” Liam replied with a grin. His eye inadvertently flashed down to her ample cleavage, which was very much on display to him considering she was seated at the bar, leaning lightly toward him as he stood.
That sounded more like Shane, but she was surprised someone she’d never met was so brazen. But then, she was also the one showing off the goods, so she couldn’t fault him noticing. She liked that he did, actually. His playful glance gave her a bit of a thrill. As much as Shane showed his appreciation, it was nice to have a stranger taking notice.
“Are you a coworker?” Erin asked. “I thought I at least knew the names of everyone he works with.”
Liam shook his head. “No, just friends. Recent friends, but we have a lot of…common interests.” Again that smile and the appraising glance down her body. “He told me you two would be here tonight and said I should stop by for a drink just so we could meet. Now he’s late, and we’re here without him.”
By the shape of him, Erin guessed the common interests were fitness related; there were many similarities in build between them. Liam seemed a little taller, but he didn’t have the same thick build, one of her husband’s most attractive features to her. Shane was lifter and a runner and just over-all active in a way few of their “real life” friends were. He met a lot of people online who shared his hobbies and had met a few of them in person. It could well be Shane had talked about Liam before but had never used his real name, only an online username.
“Yeah,” she agreed, unsure of how to proceed. Erin looked down at her phone. She had a half written reply to Shane asking is she should even wait for him. Over the last few minutes, he hadn’t sent an update. Not even a warning he had invited a friend.
“And I’m the only one with a drink,” he noted. “Can I get you something?”
Erin hesitated. She’d been about to tell Shane she was just going to head home and open a bottle of wine. After a moment’s consideration, she instead deleted the message and put her phone away. “Sure. A glass of red.”
Liam’s smile widened.
* * * *
By the time Shane finally joined them, happy hour was in full swing and the place was packed. Erin and Liam had retreated from the bar to a more secluded table in the back where the noise didn’t overwhelm conversation. They had picked through a couple sizable happy hour specials and gotten refills on their drinks. Enough that Erin wobbled a little when she stood up to greet her husband, and her hug and kiss were a bit steamier than her normal in-public welcoming. He returned it with equal fervor.
“Liam! Good to see you, glad you could make it,” he said shaking Liam’s hand before taking a seat. Liam has been sitting across from Erin at the small square table; Shane’s seat put him between the two, to Erin’s left. She immediately felt his hand on her leg just above the knee. He wasted no time. “Sorry I’m late. Stupid authors making changes well beyond deadline. Man do I need a drink. Honey, you look amazing!”
“Aw, thank you,” Erin said, worried she was slurring. She leaned over a little in her chair to give Shane a better view down her dress. She was well aware that she was also giving Liam the same view; double the eyes, double the fun. At this point in the evening, Liam wasn’t even discreet in his admiration, nor was she in her showing off. A couple glasses of wine tended to do that to her.
Liam finished his beer. “Next round’s on me. What do you need, Shane?”
“Black and tan, thanks!”
“No problem. Erin, another wine?”
Erin peered at her glass, surprised the second one was that empty. She really shouldn’t, but “Sure, I’ll have another.”
Liam smiled and slipped off to the bar.
Shane was a bit worn from his evening, but just seeing his wife looking slutty helped the stress melt away. He was pleased by her choice in dressed; he always liked how much skin this one showed, and she’d even picked one of her smash-the-tits-together bras. That greeting kiss and the flaunting of her cleavage to him and Liam? She was having a good night. He’d been worried when he discovered Liam had introduced himself before he got there—Erin was usually pretty reserved around strangers—but it seemed to have gone well in his absence. Her legs were soft and silky, and he slipped his fingers across her thigh, moving upward from the knee. His fingers grazed the smoothness of her thigh under the table, moving from the knee upward, well past the hem of the dress. She shuddered a bit from his touch, her smile encouraging. Usually she’d let him touch, but she didn’t let him linger, especially in public like this. He was curious to see if she minded after Liam rejoined them.
“I’m really sorry about this. Especially with Liam showing up. I didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that.”
“It was a surprise. I thought this was a date night, and then you invited someone.”
“Yeah, sorry. I really wanted you two to meet; I figured he could pop in for a drink, then the two of us would have dinner. He was cool with that. I texted him to let him know I’d be late, tried to call it off, but I guess he’d already introduced himself at that point. You seem to be getting along, though, that’s good!”
“He’s a nice guy. Easy to talk to.” He was also huge flirt with appreciative eyes. But despite the little innuendos and glances, it never felt like he was really coming on to her; it was all just playful and fun, a bit enticing but never creepy. It made her feel sexy.
“I thought you’d like him.” His hand slid even farther up, much too high to be appropriate in public. She just sighed a little and parted her legs to give him a bit more access. Shane was surprised but approved. His fingers slid across her panties, stroking her sex through the fabric.
“How did you meet? One of your your fitness forums?” she asked. She felt so calm and relaxed, like she was floating on a cloud. Part of her was wary of how far Shane was taking it—if unchecked, he would try to get her off right here in the bar—but she was already so turned on, she just couldn’t think to stop him. In fact, her legs spread even more and a soft moan left her lips.
“Nope. SLS.”
That sobered her up a bit. Her sudden shift disengaged Shane’s hand from its current task. “You met him on a swinger website? So he’s…. He’s not a friend, he’s….”
“A potential third. That’s why I wanted you guys to meet, something brief over drinks. That way you could both decide if it was something you wanted to pursue in the future. I figured we could discuss what you thought over dinner, see if you liked him. It seems that you do.” Shane replied. “And I know he thinks you’re hot.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“He’s texted me a few times tonight.”
“What’s he said?”
“They weren’t in-depth, honey. Just that he introduced himself before getting my text. You’re easy to talk to. He thinks you’re damn hot.” Shane’s hand was back on her crotch, rubbing even more intently. “He also said you’ve been flirting with him all night, you little slut.” His touch highlighted just how hot and wet she was, lending power to his words. She had been flirting, and it had turned her on.
Erin moaned at the words as much as the caress on her pussy. She reached over to her husband’s crotch and took hold of his cock through his pants. He was turned on, not completely hard, but getting there.
“I have been a little slut,” she whispered, feeling his reaction. “Your dirty little slut, just how you like me.”
“Good girl,” Shane replied, his fingers continuing their work. How he would love making her cum right here and now. “I can feel how wet you are. You must have been enjoying yourself. Been imagining sucking his cock?”
“A little,” she admitted. Everything about Liam was appealing; her mind had been drifting there naturally throughout the evening. Now that she knew his purpose, she couldn’t really think of anything else.
“Good slut,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. He did like her to be slutty, and she could feel how much it turned him on that she had done so in his absence. He knew nothing would have come of it without him here—she would never have left with Liam on her own!—but he liked that she had engaged and teased Liam during the evening. “I think maybe we change plans. Hang out here a bit longer, forget about dinner?”
“Mmm. I like that idea.” She squeezed his cock again, a little promise that she’d make it worth his while later tonight that he’d gone to such lengths to find a third for them. It had been awhile since they’d had a threesome, and Liam seemed a great fit. She was already looking forward to getting together with him again—hopefully soon—and seeing just how well he did fit.
They broke apart a bit as Liam returned with their drinks; Erin released Shane’s cock, but Shane kept his hand on Erin’s leg, just on her inner thigh though still inappropriately high. She didn’t dissuade him.
Liam placed the drinks, a quick glance passing between Shane and Erin. “Everyone good?”
Erin grinned, “Yup!” She reached for the new glass of wine.
“Perfectly.” Something in Shane’s look and nod said more than his words, Erin could tell that by Liam’s return smile. She assumed the implied message was, She likes you. It’s going well. We’re sticking around a bit longer.
Liam didn’t return to the seat across from Erin, but instead sat to her right, across from Shane. Erin liked the position, having them both so close, putting her at the center of their attention. And they both lavished that upon her.
Conversation continued easily. Erin was pleased to see Shane’s presence didn’t deter Liam’s flirting. If anything, he flirted with her more, his praise and comments about her body becoming more blatant, matching Shane’s own flirtations. She liked it.
Shane kept a hand on her left leg, grazing her thigh absently. Along with the wine—and the more bawdy turn to the conversation—that touch kept her body on fire and filled her with longing. Her mind kept turning over possibilities with the two men, imagining their hands on her, stripping her of her clothes…and what they would do to her after.
She drifted a little from the conversation, so enraptured with her thoughts. It was a hand on her leg slowly dipping down her inner thigh well above the hemline that brought her back—especially the realization it was her right leg on which the hand traveled.
Erin downed the last of her wine—not much, but a hefty sip—and declared, “I think we need to go.”
Both Shane and Liam regarded her with similar confusion; though she did notice only Shane’s hand remained on her thigh, and even that had once more pulled back to a respectable position.
She corrected herself: “Back to our house. I think we should all go back to our house. For more drinks.” It came out as over-eager as she felt, she was sure. Grins returned on both men’s faces.
“Sounds like a wonderful idea to me,” Shane said. “Liam, interested?”
“Hell, yeah!” He sounded equally eager. “I’m parked around back.”
“Yeah, me too.” Erin wobbled as she stood. Three glasses of wine, and not small pours to be sure, had her pretty buzzed. “I shouldn’t be driving.”
“I’m a bit farther away. Parking was a nightmare.”
“I can give you a lift to your car, then follow you.”
“Driving around here is going to be a pain, and completely in the wrong direction. Why don’t you take Erin, and I’ll meet you back at the house?”
Even Liam looked surprised by that. “You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot easier than dropping us off at my car. And this way you don’t have to worry about trying to follow me. Win-win, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess it is. If that’s OK,” Liam turned to Erin, as did Shane.
“Um, sure. That makes sense, I guess.”
“Ok then! I’ll see you back at the house.” Shane leaned in to kiss his wife on the cheek. “Be a good little slut,” he whispered, a hand sliding along her tit, giving her a teasing squeeze.
“Mmmm, OK!” she whispered back, understanding exactly what those words meant: You have permission. Not just permission either; he wanted her to seduce Liam. She couldn’t believe the opportunity he was providing for her to be a slut for him. She had thought herself turned on before, but his words stoked that fire even more. She hoped the wine gave her the courage to be as brazen as she—and her husband—wanted her to be.
It was a short walk to Liam’s car, and then they were headed back to her place. She was a little nervous being alone with him. There was much more pretense now: It wasn’t just casual, fun conversation as they waited for Shane. Now there was Intent and Purpose. Tension was in the air. Fortunately, Erin was pretty drunk, and Shane’s parting words stirred her.
“Sorry for the abrupt departure,” she said. “I didn’t mean to cut short the conversation.”
Liam flashed her that smile. “I don’t mind at all. Heading back to your place sounds like a great idea. It was getting pretty loud in there anyway. I’m just glad I didn’t overstep myself,” he continued, taking the bait as Erin had hoped, “when I touch your leg.”
“No, that I liked,” she said, making a very deliberate showing of slowly hiking up her skirt until her legs were entirely exposed. She was prepared to take his hand and return it to her thigh, but Liam took the hint on his own.
She sighed in pleasure at his touch. Something about it not being her husband made it so much more thrilling—and Shane’s hands still sent jolts of lightning through her when he caressed her. The way Liam’s fingers moved and felt, it was just different, and highlighted the fact that another man was so intimately arousing her.
And no small part of the thrill came from knowing her husband would be proud of her boldness, inviting Liam’s attention.
He was good at driving one handed and even better at navigating up her legs and running his fingertips across the gusset of her panties, making her shiver and moan. The heat and wetness of her hungry cunt was obvious to him, and he, too, groaned with desire, “God, you’re so turned on. That’s sexy.”
“Yeah? You like that I’m wet and ready for cock?” She surprised herself by her words; she said such things to her husband all the time, but never to anyone else.
“Yes, I do. Let me see your tits.”
He was bold; she liked that. She slipped the straps of her dress and bra down off her shoulders and pulled the top down, releasing her large breasts for his inspection. His hand traveled up to grope and squeeze.
At DDs, Erin’s tits were sizeable and often the focus of Shane’s attention. She was quite sensitive to being groped and enjoyed when Shane got rough with her tits, which he did quite readily. Whether Liam had the same natural inclination or Shane had given away some tips on how to treat his wife, Liam handled her exactly how she liked it, squeezing her tits hard and pinching her nipples.
His windows weren’t tinted, and they weren’t on unlit back roads. Everyone they passed could easily see the wanton display within the car; she was doing exactly as her husband told her, being a good slut. Continuing in that vein, she reached over into Liam’s lap and captured his hard cock through his pants.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself as much as I am,” she purred as she gently stroked and squeezed. After some time stroking him through his pants, she considered unzipping his jeans and releasing his cock so she could fully enjoy the warmth and hardness in her hands, but they were just down the street from her house.
“Last house on the left,” she said, pulling back so he could have both hands to park the car.
She started pulling her bra and dress back up, but Liam stopped her with a, “No, leave them out. Walk up to your house like that.”
That actually scared her. She liked the idea of being an exhibitionist, but always worried about being appropriate in public. She didn’t want to force her sexuality on others—being a ravenous slut in private was fine, but out on the street in her neighborhood with the streetlight illuminating the area and the neighboring houses have an unhindered view of her door…this was going way out of her comfort zone.
Though he had parked in the driveway, not on the street, and the front door was close. She’s never even done such a thing for Shane, despite know how much he wanted it. Would he be upset if she did it for Liam but had not for him?
He told her to be a good slut. He’d be proud of her. Maybe disappointed to have missed it, but no, he wouldn’t be upset. She’d tell him about it later, tomorrow or the next day perhaps, and he’d be so turned on by it that he’d bend her over and take her immediately, all the while praising her sluttiness.
She took a deep breath and got out of the car, the top of her dress around her waist and her tits out for all to see. She giggled as she hurried to the front door. Despite how drunk she was, she didn’t even fumble with the lock and was quickly inside. Still, those couple of minutes exposed—getting out of another man’s car no less—had been terrifying. And amazing.
Liam followed her in. “That was sexy as hell. You are such a hot bitch.”
She smiled at him, glad not only to be inside but also to have put on the show for him. His hard cock was obvious through his pants, and she wanted nothing more than to have it in her hands.
“Can I get you anything,” she asked, stepping in close. His hands were back on her tits as soon as she was within reach; hers back to his crotch. “Water? Beer? Blow job?”
His eyebrows rose a bit at that last offer. “Shane said the two of you only play together.”
“We do. He’ll be here shortly. He won’t mind if we get started. In fact, I’m sure he’s taking his time getting here in the hopes that we do.”
“So much for coming back for drinks,” Liam chuckled. “Your husband is a kinky guy.”
“He’s quite the pervert,” she agreed, her fingers running across the outline of his shaft. “He’s not the only one.” She pulled down the zipper and reached in to grasp his cock. She wasn’t sure which one of them moaned louder when her fingers wrapped around it. She needed this, and told him so, whispering in his ear in a husky voice, “I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Then suck it, slut,” he said.
She dropped to her knees and did just that, sliding her lips gently down his thick member and licking her tongue across the head. This wasn’t the first time she’d had another man’s cock in her mouth since her wedding day, and yet she was always surprised by how obvious it was to her when it wasn’t Shane’s. Just as long, but not quite a thick, Liam’s cock felt different in her mouth, and she liked it.
After a couple minutes, she told him to sit on the sofa.
“Don’t want to take this to the bedroom?” he asked as he settled in.
“No. I want Shane to walk in and see me sucking your cock.” She enveloped his shaft with her tits, enjoying the heat as she squeezed her soft boobs around his hardness and taking the head between her lips.
Erin loved cocks. It was something she had come to realize over the years, once she matured out of the religious and social stigma. She just loved cocks. She loved how they felt in her hands and in her mouth and having them rubbed across her skin. She loved watching a man stroke his cock. She loved making a cock cum, having it squirted on her tits or face or anywhere she could get it. All of it turned her on.
It was her love of cocks that had taken her and her husband on this crazy adventure of finding other men for her to fuck. This wasn’t something they did to spice up a failing love life—far from it, their love life was incredible. This was the realization of a fantasy that had grown over the years. She loved cocks. Having Shane’s was amazing. Having a second was ten times better.
Shane’s love of her being slutty was a perfect match. She didn’t have the gumption to dress up like a true whore and try to pick up men, as much as it would turn him on for her to do so. Tonight, though, was hitting all the right buttons for both of them.
“Oh now that is just so fucking hot!”
Erin hadn’t even heard Shane come in the front door, but she was glad he was enjoying the scene. Even better, her second cock was now here.
“I’m surprised you haven’t gotten to fucking yet,” he said. He was behind her, his hand up her dress and caressing her ass. “I didn’t think a slut like you would last this long without a cock in her pussy.”
She loved the way he spoke to her. Terms like bitch, slut, and whore were thrown around during sex, though always meant as a compliment: He always rewarded her cock-hungry behavior. She loved being his subservient fuck toy.
“If you had been much longer, I would have,” she replied, quite serious. She really wanted a cock insider, and she was already considering begging Liam to take her.
He gave her a sharp smack on the ass before pulling her panties off. She hadn’t realized he was naked already, but then his cock slide into her, one deep thrust filling her cunt and making her moan with pleasure.
“Damn you’re wet,” he said as he got into a rhythm pumping in and out of her. He was not slow or gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. “Must have had a fun car ride home.”
She didn’t reply; she’d tell him about it later to use the story to turn him on. He certainly didn’t need that now.
She returned to sucking Liam’s cock, relishing the joyous pleasure of servicing two men at once. It heightened the entire experience, making her hot and desperate for more, to be used harder. She humped her thigh back into Shane, speeding his own rapid thrusting. He chuckled at her desperation and gave her another hard smack on the ass. He knew just how to treat her.
“We need to get this dress off,” he said after a few minutes of hard fucking. “This slut should be naked.”
Liam agreed, stripping himself as Shane stepped back and pulled off Erin’s dress and unclasped her bra, which was still clinging uselessly to her waist.
“We might as well make this a little more comfortable for our whore,” Shane said. He pulled a pillow off the sofa and tossed it on the floor. Liam and Erin followed his example until the center of the living room was mattress of pillows, wider than even a king sized bed. It wasn’t the first time they’d used their living room for such play—they even kept a large comforter stashed behind the sofa to cover everything and even out the dips between pillows.
“Much better. Now get on your hands and knees,” Shane commanded.
Erin complied, facing him and sticking her ass out to Liam.
Her husband laughed. “I think she’s offering you her cunt.”
“I’ll gladly accept!” Liam replied, kneeling behind Erin. “I’ve been looking forward to this since I saw her at the bar.” He penetrated her easily, forcing himself deep with one thrust and making her cry out with pleasure. “Just didn’t think it would happen tonight.”
“Me neither, but she’s a horny bitch. Yeah, give it to her hard. That’s how this slut likes it. Right, slut?”
Erin moaned in agreement. “Yes! Give it to me hard and deep, just like that. God, he’s fucking me so good!”
Shane stayed back for a moment, just watching his wife getting fucked on the floor. That had always been one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen, better than any porn or exhibitionist display in part because he’d rarely seen anyone so fully enjoying the experience as Erin did, and that was sexy. He enjoyed watching her with other women, too, but Erin’s own preferences led them to finding other men for their threesomes.
His wife looked up at him with half-closed eyes, her body trembling with pleasure at being fucked by another man. She kept her gaze on his dick, so he stroked it for her viewing pleasure.
“I want your cock,” she said after a few minutes of watching him jerk off.
Shane knelt before her, grab a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back, still stroking his shaft right in front of her face. “Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Mmm, yes, I want it!”
“Do you like this?” He smacked her cheek a couple times, dribbling his pre-cum on her skin.
“Oh yes! Yes, I love it!”
He dipped his cock between her lips, holding it just inside her mouth as he continued to jerk it. Through it all, she moaned like a bitch in heat, loving the treatment. She wanted him to use her, wanted them both to just ravish her body for their pleasure. Nothing made her hornier or cum harder than being an object used for their satisfaction.
“This is one hot bitch,” Liam said, reaching around to tug on her dangling, swaying tits. “You know just how to treat her.”
“She’s a cock-crazed whore,” Shane agreed. “Give her that and you can do whatever you want to her.” He slapped her across the face with his cock again; it made her moan even more. He started stroking and pushed her face down into his sack. “Suck my balls, slut,” he hissed, though he didn’t even need to; she was already taking his nuts in her mouth.
Liam huffed with his own pleasure. “Fuck yes! Damn, your wife is a slut!” He was enjoying the show, it seems, approving of Shane’s treatment. He squeezed her tits even harder.
Erin was close to cum. The hard fucking and the use of her body by these two wonderful men pushed her ever onward to the edge of bliss. All she needed was a touch on her clit and she would explode in wonderful ecstasy, but no one had given her permission to touch herself nor ordered her to get herself off. So she held off, one breath away from an ever-building climax.
“If there is one thing my slut likes, it is having two cocks fucking her at once,” Shane said, sliding his cock fully into Erin’s mouth. He held her head still in his hands and pumped his cock, fucking her face with equal vigor of Liam’s own hard pounding. “She loves having her mouth fucked, don’t you whore?”
She moaned in agreement, not able to offer any other vocalization. She didn’t know why it turned her on so much, but there was never a more sure-fire way to get her cunt wet then for Shane to thrust his dick in her mouth and start fucking. Or to take control of her head and force her up and down on his member. Either would have her pussy gushing and her aching to have his cock between her legs. Having her body practically attacked on both ends by thrusting cocks, this was pure heaven.
“Fuck!” Liam said. “I can’t believe how hard you’re fucking her mouth.”
“Bitch loves it, too.”
“Yeah, she does! Her pussy got even wetter as soon as you started! God damn that feels good.”
“Give it to her harder. She always wants it harder. Let’s see if we can make our little whore here explode. She’s close to cumming, I can tell.”
“Yeah?” Liam gave Erin an enthusiastic spank. “Going to cum, slut? Having two cocks going to make you cum?”
“Do it, babe. Cum for us. Show us how much you love getting fucked by two cocks at once.”
With every word they said, every thrust of their joint fucking, Erin grew closer and closer, until, as if on cue, her body erupted in a full-body orgasm that had her crying out, nearly in tears, and shaking from head to toe. Shane pulled out of her mouth, letting her cries come out unabated. Liam leaned in, forcing his cock as deep as he could manage in her spasming pussy. Erin’s arms gave out and she crumbled to the pillows below as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss roll through her.
After her pleasure subsided, Liam started pumping again, though very slowly. Each movement sent a jolt through her body so powerful it was nearly too much for her to take. Nearly. It quickly shocked her back into being ready for more.
Still panting, Erin rolled onto her side, and Liam moved with her, ending in a spoon position. He kept up with his slow thrusts and groping her tits. It wasn’t long before Erin moaned for more and begged him to go faster, harder.
He kept at his slow pace, pulling nearly out and jamming his cock all the way back in. Each penetration made her gasp, but she kept pleading for more, and he continued to ignore her.
“Give it to me,” she murmured as he fucked her. “Please, Liam, more. More! I need it harder. Fuck me. Fuck me! I need your cock. Shane! Fuck me! I want your cock. I want you both to cum on me. Cum all over me. I want it!”
Shane and Liam chuckled as she continued to beg. Her desperation to be fucked was a huge turn on.
“God what a whore!” Liam said at last, pulling out entirely.
Erin actually whimpered. She felt empty, now, and her body ached to be filled once more. Rarely had she ever felt such a need for something inside her. Not getting anything from the men, who thought it more amusing to torment her than fuck her, she longed for one of her toys to attack her cunt with. If Shane had handed her a cucumber or even a bottle—he had a thing for girls using weird objects to get off—she’s have gladly fucked herself wild with it.
Liam rolled onto his back, one hand running up and down Erin’s body and the other stroking his hard cock. He’d learned quickly how much seeing that drove her wild with lust. “Let’s see how much you want it, bitch.”
She immediately mounted his hips and sank her body down on his cock, sighing with delight as she filled herself with him. “Mmm, yes.” She started pumping up and down; it wasn’t her favored position—perhaps because she felt too in control, preferring instead to be mounted and taken—but she was a good slut, desperate for his cock inside of her and to make him cum.
“Get those tits in his face,” Shane ordered, giving Erin a little push on the shoulders to force her plump tits down for Liam to suck on. “She likes it rough,” he added, spanking Erin hard on the ass. “Feel free to suck hard and bite. Or even slap her tits. She likes that, don’t you slut.”
“Yes! Slap my tits! I love it.”
Liam did just that, sucking from one of her breasts and slapping the other as it bounced and swayed from her humping. The two continue to abuse her, smacking and spanking her as she fucked Liam’s cock. Shane moved around her, his own hot member very purposely rubbing across her flesh as he switched positions. It drove her wild.
As much as Erin liked it rough, Shane was quite the sadist and could easily surpass her comfort zone for pain. This slapping and rough treatment was exactly how she liked it. She could go heavier in the right mood, especially if he tied her up or cuffed her to the bed, but those were specific times. None of their other play partners had ever been so rough with her as Liam, though; Shane didn’t usually go there during group play. Two men smack her and abuse her was truly wonderful! She’d love to have them tie her up and have their way with her over and over. Not tonight, but next time.
Shane continued to tease her with his cock, sometimes just rubbing it on her, other times giving her mouth a quick, hard fucking. From the groans beneath her, it sounded like Liam was getting close to releasing his cum, but he was holding back, using his hands to slow her pace and prolong his enjoyment. She followed his lead, despite wanting to feel his cock pulse and erupt.
Shane’s hand parted her ass cheeks and his finger, slick with lube from the feel of it, slid across her hole. She sucked in a sharp breath, the touch sending an electric jolt through her body. He went slow, gently teasing her ass, reapplying the lube occasionally. Erin just moaned and muttered her appreciation.
Liam noticed the change. “Fuck, are you playing with her ass?”
Shane laughed. “Yup! My little slut here has recently taken to being fucked up the ass, haven’t you?”
“Mmm, yes. I love getting my ass fucked.” A true statement, though also a new development. They’d tried anal sex for years, and it just never worked. Shane was a bit obsessed though, and they’d kept trying. And then all of a sudden, it just happened. And Erin had loved it! It wasn’t a regular thing, but when Erin was really turned on, getting her ass fucked was just incredibly. Shane was always looking for more opportunities to go anal.
“Fuck! You two are so fucking hot.” Liam used his hands to still Erin’s hips, completely stopping her from fucking him. He then spread her ass cheeks, making it easier for Shane to access Erin’s asshole.
Shane slowly inserted a finger. He let Erin push back against him, driving her body down not only on his finger but also on Liam’s dick. Assplay was so much better when her pussy was getting fucked, too!
“We’re working her up to a full DP,” Shane said.
“Shit, that’s hot! Want to DP her now?”
“What do you think, babe?” Shane asked. “You up for trying to take my cock up your ass?”
“Oh, yes please!” She was in the right mood for it now, relaxed from her wine and the intense orgasms and feeling so slutty and whorish. A cock up her ass was just what she wanted.
They went slowly, Liam holding still with his dick impaled inside her cunt and Shane holding his cock against her ass, pressing in lightly and letting Erin push back into him. It took a few tries, but eventually her ass opened up and engulfed the head of his cock.
“Oh!” she said with a squeal as it suddenly went in very easily. “Mmm, that’s so good. Hold it there.”
Shane let her take as much as she wanted. Feeling her push back, actually working to take his cock deeper up her ass, was incredibly sexy to him. As much as he had wanted to fuck her ass over the years, what he wanted more was for her to enjoy it. When that dream came through, it was hotter than he’d ever imagined.
After a few minutes, Erin began to pump her body back and forth again, moving slowly but very purposefully on the two cocks. She couldn’t take much in her ass, so she was careful to neither go too deep nor let it slip out entirely. Both men were moaning their delight from her fuck them.
“That’s it. baby, take my cock up your ass. Be a good little slut and use that hole for me. Fuck my cock with your ass.”
“Fuck, I can’t believe your wife is such a slut. This is fucking unbelievable! You are one fucking hot-ass bitch, taking his cock up your ass!”
Erin was a little less articulate, simply murmuring over and over how much she liked it up her ass. She had never felt so full of cock before, it was amazing!
“Good girl! Does that make you feel like a whore?”
“Yes, oh yes! I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore. Taking your cock up my ass. Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass. It feels so good!”
“Just what you want, two cocks fucking you at the same time,” Shane murmured softly into her ear, though loud enough for Liam to hear. “But my little slut wants more, doesn’t she? You want a cock in your mouth, too.”
“Yes! Fuck yes! I want three cocks!”
“You want to have all your holes filled. You want to be triple fucked good and hard.”
“Mmm, yes!” Erin picked up the speed little by little.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Liam sighed, his mouth then returning to sucking on Erin’s tits.
“You want more than three guys, I think. A few more standing round, jerking off and rubbing their cocks on you as they wait their turn. Being fucked over and over as they just use you and cum on you and fill you with cock.”
Erin couldn’t contain herself any more. Between Shane’s dirty talk and the double fucking, she erupted into a second orgasm even more powerful than her first. She screamed and quaked between her two lovers, so overcome with pleasure the room spun around her for a few moments and she just tremble. Her ass tightened during her climax, gently pushing Shane’s cock out, but he stayed right behind her, delighting in her ecstasy.
Still shaking, Erin rolled off of Liam and laid on her back, coming to rest between the two men. “Can’t hold myself up any longer,” she murmured dreamily.
Both of them ran their hands all over her body as she laid there, keeping her passion stoked. Shane leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth, their tongues gently playing back and forth between their lips. Liam’s mouth her traveled across her stomach and around her body, kissing and nipping her all over, occasionally pulling back to speak, “That was so damn hot. I’ve been a third to a bunch of couples, but I’ve never done that before. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone cum that hard!”
Shane laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Still need to finish?”
“Hell yeah. God, I was fucking close. I’m going to burst!”
Shaned rolled off the pillow nest and stood up. Damn his slutty wife look good lying there on the floor, naked and sweaty from a hard fucking. “However you want to finish, fucking do it, man! She’s ready for some cum. Fuck her tits, her mouth. Whatever.” He went to the other room to clean off.
Liam looked down at Erin. “Really? You ready for more?”
Smiling, Erin nodded. “I want your cum so bad right now! Just fuck me and cum all over me!”
Liam wasted no time climbing between her legs and sliding his dick back into her cunt. He pumped hard and fast, his voice revealing just how close he was. “Yeah, take my cock, you bitch! I’m going to fuck you and cum all over you!”
Worn as Erin was, it felt wonderful to have him thrusting inside of her. Once more she was very aware of the difference between being fucked by Liam. It was a little bizarre to look up and see him there above her where Shane should be, but so very thrilling. She ran her hands up along his sides and arms—yes, definitely muscles lines there; just running her fingers along the ridges turned her on. He was such a good third: attractive, forceful, and pleasant.
Small bursts of pleasure like mini orgasms exploded through her body. She looked over at her husband, who watched from across the room as his wife got fucked, his cock hard in his hands. She could see the love in his eyes, feel the passion in his gaze, and knew he could sense the same from her. These experiences with different people always brought them closer. An amazing conundrum in her mind, but very much real.
It didn’t take long before Liam pulled out his cock and sprayed his cum across Erin’s stomach, painting her skin with pearly lines from her cunt to her tits. She moaned as she writhed under the warm spray, running her fingers along her body, spreading his seed across her flesh. It was a total porn move; she’d considered it ridiculous in her youth, but she’d grown to enjoy it over the years: It made her feel sexy and naughty, dirty and used.
Even as she basked in Liam’s messy climax, she longed for more. “Your turn,” she said to Shane, her voice breathy with desire. She cupped her tits and squeezed them together, “Cum on me.”
“Dirty girl,” Shane replied, though his tone made it a compliment. He’d been on the edge of climax since fucking her ass. She might not have managed to take more than half his cock inside her, but it had been such a turn on, the way she pushed back on his cock, desperate to take as much of it as she could, he had barely contained himself.
He’d kept himself on the verge of cumming as her jerked off watching Liam fuck and then cum on his wife. Now having her look him in the eye and ask for his cum? He couldn’t say no to that.
He knelt down beside her, aiming his cock at her tits and face as he jerked off.
“Yes, baby! Give me your cum. Cum all over me. I want it.”
“Yeah? You want my cum all over your tits?”
“Mmm, yes. I know how much you love seeing me covered in cum. I want it. I want to watch you jerk off all over me.” Her eyes were locked on his cock, adoring the view.
“What you want is a whole bunch of guys jerking off all over you. Five, six guys fucking you, using you, and cumming all over you.”
She loved the way he talked to her, stirring her imagination and desired. So many fantasies—possibilities—open to her, all from him waking her perverted side. “I do want that,” she agreed as she played with her tits. “You want to see that? Me getting gang fucked and cum on?”
“You know I do,” Shane grunted. “I want to see you fucked and messy like the dirty little fuck toy you are.”
Erin knew he was ready to cum. “Yes, baby! Do it. Cum for me! Cum all over me.”
With one last grunt, Shane did just that, losing a massive load onto her face with the first pulse. Some sprayed into her open mouth and onto her lips, and she lapped it with her tongue, savoring the taste of him. His cock spasmed a few more times, release more streams of cum onto her neck and tits. Erin moaned even more as he lavished her with his thick spunk. She spread the mess around, rubbing it across her skin as she had with Liam’s.
“Wow. You two are fucked up,” Liam said with a laugh. “That was amazing.”
Continuing her self massage, Erin looked over at him, cum still covering her cheeks. “Enjoy the show?”
“Hell yes! That was hot as fuck.”
Shane squeezed the last drops from his wilting cock onto Erin’s chest, then stood. “Get you a beer?”
“Honey, anything?”
“Just a water,” Erin replied. She was still pretty buzzed from the wine, but was glad to not have to get up. She lounged on the floor feeling pampered, idly sliding her fingers up and down her body.
Liam’s eyes were locked on her, hungrily taking in her perverted display. “You guys definitely need to come to a meet-and-greet. Or even up to the club in Philly. I could introduce you to some people I think you’d really get along with.”
“We keep meaning to,” Shane said as he returned with the drinks. “We’ve never been to anything like that. Most of our play has been with other couples—riends we got a little naughty with. A few times where another guy has helped me try to satisfy this slut. Thanks for that, by the way,” he added, clinking his beer against Liam’s in a kind of toast.
“My pleasure.”
“No, my pleasure,” Erin said. Her lovers sat on both sides of her prone body, both close, pressing into her. She liked that, feeling them touching her, enclosed by them as they towered above her. She reached a hand into their laps and gently massaged their spent dicks and balls. She wasn’t necessarily trying to start round two, but she liked the feel of having their cocks in her hands. And if they should rise to the occasion, all the better.
“Such a slut,” Shane murmured.
“Uh-huh! And you love it.”
“I do!”
“Hey Erin, if you really do want a gangbang, I can hook that up. I know some people.” Liam turned to Shane, adding, “If that’s something you guys really want.”
Their individual enthusiastic replies overlapped each other, which made all three laugh.
Erin’s desire continued to mount. Playing with their cocks was getting her all hot and bothered again, and now she was imagining getting gangbanged. She was glad to feel some life slowly returning to their dicks: She needed more from both of them.
“Do you know any black guys?” she asked as she shifted her position and took Liam’s growing cock in her mouth.
“Fuck!” He seemed surprised by her aggressiveness, but he was in no way disappointed.
“This is why I say I need more cocks to help me try to satisfy this slut,” Shane said, smacking his wife on her now-exposed ass.
“Yeah, I know some black guys. They’d totally be all about fucking you, too.”
Erin moaned with delight at the thought. “Shane, come sit over here next to Liam. I want to be able to get to both your dicks.”
Chuckling, Shane did as he was told, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with Liam. Erin laid on her stomach in front of them, hands on each of their cocks and switching back and forth sucking on the two. Having two dicks to play with was SO much better than just one!
Shane looked over at Liam and raised his beer, “Liam, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”
Liam clinked his beer to Shane’s. “I certainly hope so!”