She Liked It (MF, voy, MMF) By OneIdleHand
Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail. It wasn't even worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed the credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope mixed in with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know the person listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it since it wasn't mass mailed.
Hmmm. Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year class reunion. 20? That long ago? She wasn't particularly fond of her high school years. As a matter of fact, she had skipped her 10 year reunion without giving it a second thought.
Having transferred into her high school in the 10th grade, she didn't know most of the people in her classes, and she had soon latched on to a boyfriend, Jon, that lasted through graduation into her years. And while she had been enamored at the time, she realized in her senior year that she had missed out on a lot of activities. And while Jon and sex became her whole world at the age of 16, she had only liked the guy, although on some days she thought she had loved him. She had traded dating others for security, and she had regretted that decision ever since she was enough to look back on her "high school years."
There had been other who were cuter, and some that she would have been interested in had she been unattached. Only, it was comfortable with Jon. They got along well, he entertained her, and they had fun together. And the sex had been great, or, at least as good as it could get in a car. It wasn't until college, when their relationship became a long distance romance, that she discovered how much larger a cock could get, and, for that matter, how much more fun a guy could be. And while she kept Jon on the string as she dated other guys, she turned him loose upon falling in love with Steven, her husband now of 14 years.
So why was she interested in this reunion? She didn't know. Her "ex" wouldn't even be there. Jon had been a year ahead of her. Who would she know? The reunion was a month away, at Zappa's, an adult arcade she had been to before. There was a bar and restaurant, games, billiards, several types of gambling games, a dinner mystery-theater, and, she recalled, several small conference rooms, and a banquet room. It would be fun to go. She wouldn't give Steven a choice about it. He would probably know as many people as she did...none.
Over the next month, she worked on her tan, being careful not to burn herself or freckle too much. At 38, she looked pretty good. She had recently cut her hair shorter, giving her an "artsy" look. She wore glasses most of the time now, but gray hair wasn't showing up yet, and her figure remained...thirtyish. A few extra pounds, but considering two kids and the available time for exercise, she looked pretty darn good, better than almost all the other moms she saw at the Elementary School.
Her remained 38", but gravity was beginning to have its way. Her stomach was a tad pronounced, but not more so than most women who had had children. And, she could compete with about anybody with her legs and hips, which were in great shape. While the mirror couldn't help but remind her that she was aging, her husband had recently given her self-confidence a boost, although in an unexpected way.
Steven loved to write stories, of an "adult" nature, and he posted them on a website. There had been over 30,000 visitors to his site, and, although he had only received maybe 50 comments from readers, he had eagerly shared them with her. The letters were often quite a turn-on in that there were people "out there" who were getting turned on to stories modeled in many ways about her. But that wasn't the boost she needed.
Ever since they had purchased their digital a few months earlier, she had been his favorite subject as he got used to downloading pictures to the computer, trying some limited photo editing, and archiving them. She had pretty well let him have his way with her, and, besides, if he was going to jerk off to pictures of a naked woman, it damn well better be her! She would never admit to him that it was a little fun for her, too.
Steven had walked her to the computer screen which displayed his website, and he had her click on the link that said "click here for a glimpse of Hayley." Her first reaction had been to fear the worst, the with him cumming on her face. Surely he wouldn't put her face on the web! When the screen loaded, her first reaction was relief, quickly flowering into anger as she realized that he was showing her to the world. But they did look...good. Her looked good! It was a negative image, likely altered in some other way, that made her appear artistic rather than just...exhibited. He had cropped the nicely. There was no clue as to whose these were. People would probably assume Hayley was a fictional name.
Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received. There had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but there were already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a much better ratio than his got. She, Hayley, housewife and mother of two, had a fan club of sorts. liked the look of her breasts, and the pleasure she took from that gave her self-confidence about her whole body. Let them look.
It was quite a change from reading about others' thoughts on what Steven imagined her doing in his to reading about what people were thinking (and doing!) while looking at her breasts. The stayed. And Steven promised not to post any of the others.
About two weeks from her reunion, Hayley was laying on the deck lounger, tanning. Her thoughts battled between the July heat and what the reunion might be like. She could have kicked herself for not thinking of it earlier! She got up and went inside, went to the basement and entered "the land of things kept but never used." She moved a few boxes, looked through several others, and then found them...her yearbooks! She poured a glass of iced lemonade and returned to the deck. Laying down on her stomach, she placed the yearbook on the decking so she could read it. She had forgotten all the little notes everyone wrote to each other - some were witty, some were cordial, some promised friendship forever. It didn't really matter, because it reminded her that she did have friends when she was in school, even if they had been forgotten. As she turned the pages of the class photos, there were many she could not remember, which was okay, considering she had graduated with about 500 others. But there were some names she remembered, and some of the faces triggered vague recollections or specific memories.
The sports section showed the football team, mostly of people she didn't remember. There was the star quarterback who had seemed, and looked like, a typical dumb jock. He was probably selling cars now. There was the prom queen and king, neither of which she remembered although she did remember the prom. Basketball. Nope, no memories. There were some track pictures, with her among them. She had been a decent athlete. And the guys' track team...that's where the cute were. She remembered them from practices and the bus trips to meets. There had been silly dares on the bus, but she was committed to Jon and hadn't played. Darn it. They were cute. After several days, she started trying to remember the names when she looked at the faces she hoped to meet. This would be fun...to see how people had changed.
When reunion night arrived, it was somewhat anti-climatic in a way. She had always assumed that a class reunion would be something like the prom - fancy dresses, the in tuxes. But it was Charlotte, it was July, it was hot, and she was going to a arcade. The invitation had indicated summer casual, which she interpreted to mean a dress, but not an "evening dress." She had some nice ones, and spent an hour trying them on, seeing which would give her the best look. She couldn't make up her mind and decided to let Steven choose between two black dresses, which looked good against her tan. His choices were a back-less dress that clung to her skin rising to a choke collar, or a dress that had traditional straps and a lower cut across her breasts. She guessed he would pick the latter so he could look down her dress as she bent over for a pool shot. But she was wrong. He chose the dress that wouldn't allow a bra.
Steven was not very excited about the evening. He had gone to high school in another state and had met only one of her high school classmates, who was a neighbor when she was growing up. The arcade would be great, but the shaking hands and smiles would be wearing. But, you had to do what you had to do. And she did look nice. Glancing at Hayley in the passenger seat, it wasn't obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. He liked that, in that most of the women probably couldn't go without and look "presentable," especially with her size breasts. In the muted lights of the arcade, the unconfined shape of her wouldn't even be as noticeable.
There were two other things he liked. Hayley had foregone the usual full size in favor of a lacy one that was much briefer. It wasn't outright provocative, but the faint panty-line he had observed following her to the car at least suggested this woman had a sense of fun. The other thing he liked was the spaghetti strapped shoes. He didn't have a foot fetish, but those thin black straps on her bare feet suggested a more ready sensuality than did her dress. In short, she didn't look cheap and she didn't look glamorous. She looked like a well dressed lady but at the same time presented a look that suggested she enjoyed fucking her mate. Of all the looks and heirs that her classmates would assume this evening, there were none that he would prefer more than this or, for that matter, that would be more authentic.
They arrived "fashionably late," due solely to traffic. There was no formal dinner but instead a lengthy table of appetizers and small sandwiches, along with an open bar. After shaking hands with a few self-appointed hosts, Hayley apparently didn't recognize anyone she knew, and they filled their plates and chose a table. Steven went to get drinks, a Molson for him and a Bloody Mary for Hayley, the only alcoholic beverage which she liked. After twenty minutes of chatter, mostly listening to her say who she thought some of the people were, there were no "friends" in sight. So he made his way to the bar for more drinks. This was going to be a slow, slow evening. Maybe she would be ready to go play some arcade games.
After getting the drinks and turning back towards Hayley, he stopped. Although "horror" would be too strong a word, it was with a full sense of dread that he noticed through a doorway an open floor area and a band testing the microphone. Dancing. A little secret she had kept from him. games and pool should have been enough fun for a reunion. But, nooooooooo.
He returned his attention to the table, which now had four visitors. Good! More talking, less dancing. Who were these people? They looked nice enough, and it seemed like everyone was excited. As he handed Hayley her drink and was about to sit down, everyone rose, and he could see that they were headed to the dance floor. This turned out to be the room used for the mystery theater, with all the tables removed and seats placed along the wall. Which was worse? Going to a school dance as a kid too afraid to ask a to dance, or being to a who expected to him to dance when she knew he didn't like it?
Grin. Bear it. Claim a chair. Hayley introduced him to the others. Wes and Tina. Wes ran track in High School. He had dated Tina since then. Two kids with another on the way, apparently a relatively recent discovery as she had a great figure. Tim and Jamie. Another track guy and a he had found and wisely kept in college. Two kids also. And with that, they were off dancing. Nice to get to know them.
Then it was his turn, Hayley leading him by the hand. Grin. Bear it. Don't step on your wife's feet. Hope for a slow song. And otherwise enjoy the view. With the dance floor filling rapidly, the air conditioning came on, blowing a steady stream of cold air into the room. And gazing at his wife's chest, it was obvious she felt a chill. And while she could shake her body with the best of them, he didn't think she had considered the jiggling of her breasts, outlined by the tight fabric across them.
It was great to see Wes and Tim again. The cute were still...cute, though they would like age in the next ten years to "distinguished looking." They had been cut-ups in high school, and it was obvious they had remained friends since, as the foursome didn't do any catching up. Hayley was glad to be included, and, all things considered, glad to be remembered by them.
Steven wasn't doing so badly, and she was proud of him for trying. She gave him a break, trying to pick out the slower numbers, when they could dance...close. Being "close" in marriage lasted only moments, usually an embrace before stripping and making love. But dancing forced you to wait, to feel the warmth of your partner, and to generate an excitement that led to anticipation. She enjoyed the intimacy.
When the band took a break, everyone rejoined along the chairs. It turned out that Tina, who was a couple of months pregnant, wasn't feeling well, and Wes had to return her home. Tim and Jamie were happy to hear that Wes could return with Tina's full permission to enjoy the reunion. And they must not have lived too far away, because it was less than a half hour later when Steven handed her off to Wes, now single for the night, who was a very good dancer indeed. Hayley thought that Steven was thinking this was a "win, win" situation, but she would really have rather danced with him. But Wes was a very good dancer, and they danced. Steven got her another Bloody Mary, and she danced some more.
Steven went to play a few games about the time Tim switched places with Wes. He wasn't as good a dancer, but then, neither was she. It was the alcohol. But it was okay, wasn't it? She didn't think the alcohol was the reason Tim kept glancing at her breasts, but...let him look. It stirred her on to dancing just a little more aggressively, her tits' movement him in. And then it was Wes's turn again, but, it was a slow number. Wes, too, had taken a full look at her before pulling her close. She felt the compliment. Where was Steven? Still playing games. Her thoughts changed abruptly as she realized that Wes sure smelled good. She wasn't tipsy, quite stable in fact. But she wanted to breathe deeply of that smell, so she leaned closer, placing her head on his chest. His cologne wasn't overpowering, just...nice. Sensual. And, as their bodies nestled slightly closer, she realized it was sort of a turn-on to smell another man. It had been a long time...
Before Steven, it was probably Mike. Now he was a great dancer, and imaginative, too, in bed and out. They would dance anywhere, and their was large enough that it always seemed like it was just the two of them in a crowd of strangers. She would lean into him, as well. He had liked the way her became when she had pressed against him. Although he had seen her naked frequently, he was always shifting for a view down her dress or shirt. Her hadn't been quite as large then, but she was aware that were always looking.
She had been uncomfortable in slow dances, at first, at the way Mike would place his hands, not on her waist or behind her back, but directly on her butt, pulling her close to him. And he was persistent about it. She soon realized that no one appeared to notice, and, in fact, it wasn't uncommon. So she would grab him likewise, close her eyes, press herself against his cock, and shift ever...so...slightly, rubbing against his hard shaft in circular patterns as they danced in the tightest embrace.
And with sudden awareness, she realized she was doing the same to Wes. She pulled away, afraid of what he would think. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded.
Wes had a big grin on his face, and said, "It's okay. We were just dancing, and." He sort of waved it off. But his hands had been on her ass, pulling her against him, she remembered. He hadn't fought it, and, she realized, she was wet from feeling his cock as they danced.
"Uh, look. I'm going to go find Steven."
"Dance with me a little longer, and then go get him. I won't do anything, I promise."
He sounded genuine, and the awkwardness seemed to vanish. So she rejoined him, although in a more presentable way. What if Steven had come back when they.? She turned her head slightly to see if Steven was back at his seat. He wasn't. She was relieved. She caught a glimpse of Tim and Jamie out of the corner of her eye, and Tim seemed to be signaling Wes to go to a hallway. She wasn't sure what that meant.
Wes separated from her and said, "Look, why don't you go and find Steven. And, uh, don't tell Tim, but, why don't you both go down the hall there and go into the back room on the left. Quietly. Maybe Steven can settle your," he smiled and raised an eyebrow, "itch."
Wes left her and started down towards the hall, which Tim and Jamie were already in. The way Wes had said it sounded like there was something going on because they were to be quiet, but they wouldn't be involved because Stephen would fix her itch. She didn't quite understand what was going on, and decided to find Steven. Which wasn't hard. He was just finishing up a pinball game when she grabbed his hand and led him back to the dance area. It was a series of slow numbers, fortunately, and it took a song and a half before she decided what to say to him.
She kissed him on the neck and worked her way closer to his ear. "Uh, Wes, Tim, and Jamie went down that hall. I sort of got a hint that we should follow and be very quiet. I'm curious. How about you?"
Steven had felt somewhat hesitant about leaving his to dance with her friends. He hadn't enjoyed the dancing, but he had enjoyed the view of his wife. She could move, and she was sexy doing it. And her moves made her jiggle, and her nipples had stayed hard, and...why had he left her? Because it was dancing. He'd never enjoyed it, and watching his make her moves had just made him feel the worse by comparison. So Wes had seemed like the answer to an unasked prayer. Let her dance with her friends. He liked the games.
Just as he was thinking he should check on his wife, she found him and led him to the dance area. He was glad she was having a good time, and, all things considered, slow dances weren't so bad. But she was physically hot, her skin was flushed around the neck, and she had danced enough to perspire. He moved his hand across her ass, and...it seemed like her were bunched up. Feeling her flesh beneath her dress, he squeezed her with both hands, and then she voiced the oddest question. Go down a hallway?
How strange. And, how did that come up? Separating from his wife, he looked at her. Her nipples were even more pronounced, if possible. The splotches on her neck probably weren't from dancing. She tended to overheat in that particular way when she was thinking about sex. Her mouth looked ready for a wet, passionate kiss, and her eyes held a dare. Yeah. He was curious.
She led him down the hall, which had smaller conference rooms on either side. They went into the back left one, quietly. The door hinge didn't squeak, and they shut it fully. It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the dark, far longer than it took for their ears. The room had a corner in it towards the rear, where it was separated from an identical room accessed from across the hall. A moving partition separated the rooms, with a gap in the middle. While the room they were in didn't have windows, the other room had some light from a lit sign shining through a row of decorative glass bricks that formed one corner of the wall.
Hayley's friends weren't making any pretenses about being quiet, as they could hear them clearly.
Slurping noises. ".feels good, Jamie. I was getting a bit worked up dancing with Hayley." That would be Wes. But isn't Tim her husband?
"Yeah, we were watching. We didn't know what kind of move you made on her, but it seemed to be working." That would be Tim. And what was Hayley doing that they were talking about? He grabbed Hayley's hand, and he could see feel her trembling with nervousness. They crept up to the opening, but not so close that the light would reveal them.
Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his ankles, with a beer in his hand. Jamie was squatting and had two hands on his cock and was it noisily. Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but realized that Wes's cock looked bigger because of the way Jamie was holding it and because it was shaved. Tim was sitting on another table, his back to them.
"That's just it. I didn't really make a move at all. We were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she closes in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against me. I got worked up, but she was doing the working. I was about to turn her face to kiss me when she pulled away. It was strange. Whoa, Jamie! I don't want to yet."
Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes's beer. "Come on now. Are you telling me that the one you said you wish you had screwed in High School, who, by the way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) looking great in a dress that stretches against her bra-less tits, made the move on you?"
Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers on the table. She lifted her hair so he could reach the zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth motion. Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim peeled it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the floor. He reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell on the dress. Her ass was perfectly framed by black garters; there weren't any to remove. Tim gave her a quick pat on the butt, and she moved forward towards Wes, who had watched the undressing in every detail.
"Look. You were watching. I'm not making it up. Steven seems like a great guy, but he wasn't there. I was beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her company back here. It would be the capper for the evening to see her undressed like Jamie here."
"Oh, so finally someone talks about me! What am I, chopped liver? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. If you wanted to fuck her, you should have done it in High School. How about paying a little attention here. This is new for me, you know. I'm used to switching off, but tonight I've got both of you, and, I gotta say, I'm looking forward to it. Tim, that is an invitation, you know."
Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid on the table, his cock fully erect and waiting. Jamie leaned over, resting her arms on the table, then taking him in her mouth. Wes stepped behind her, felt for her opening and thrust inside, adding, "It's showtime, folks."
Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she didn't think Wes could be sure she was there. She had never watched anyone have sex before, and her body was saying she wanted sex, too. But she didn't think she could keep quiet enough. The conversation in the other room had stopped, but the sound of skin on skin thundered in her ears. Steven had lifted her dress, his face to the side of her body so that he could watch as well. What was he thinking, especially after hearing what they had said about her?
He pulled her down, and she stepped out of them. The cool air against her wet lips felt...sensuously wicked. He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but ever so quietly. And he began to use a finger, sliding it around in and around her wetness, not really penetrating, but twitching the end of his finger in time with Wes's thrusts into Jamie. It would have to do. If he did any more, she'd cry out, loudly, for him to fuck her. And that just wouldn't work.
Tim was groaning, repeating "yeah" and "that's it" before groaning. Then Jamie's head raised quickly. Hayley had seen from a cock before, but it was odd watching in reverse as it spilled from Jamie's mouth onto her husband's cock. And there was no way of keeping it in, with her panting faster and faster due to the fucking she was getting by Wes. She was clearly trying not to be too loud, too. Finally, she saw Wes's face tighten as his body slammed into her with several loud "smacks," and then he relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere just over her own shoulder. He couldn't see her...good.
"Alright, cleanup time." Both looked excited at this apparently familiar phrase. Tim said, "Well, come here!" Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it was clear he was licking up his between kisses. When he was done, she pulled away and sat on the table next to him, her feet on the edge of the table, parting her legs. Wes was quickly there, between her legs, eating his from her cunt. Wes was saying something but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His mouth was probably full.
When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the other side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing Hayley. It made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to hear every word so she could replay this entire experience over and over. It was obvious that they were cooling off.
".your house next weekend, Wes?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry Tina bowed out tonight. It would have been fun. She's super horny when she's pregnant, as you well know."
"I just can't wait until her get larger. That's going to be all kinds of fun."
"Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, and now you're talking about Tina. Don't forget me!"
"How could we forget you?" said Wes. He gave her a big hug and a kiss. Come on Tim. Let's help her get dressed."
Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them and threw them to the side of the room. "Let's let that be a little clue for the mystery theater to solve. By the way, that was great, guys. I don't know why we waited so long to try 2 on 1. I'll bet Tina would like it, too." Wes fastened Jamie's bra, and Tim helped her with the dress, before getting dressed themselves.
With Steven's finger still at her cunt, Hayley breathlessly waited as they dressed and left the room, laughing as they exited the other side.
It was safe. "What if we had been seen?" Her eyes grew wider. She hadn't meant to say that aloud.
Steven removed his finger from between his wife's legs, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining room. "I'll tell you what. Maybe one of them says "come on in!" Or maybe someone just curls a finger in invitation. And I walk you in, just like this. Only, they're naked, and you see Wes and Tim's cocks start to stiffen. And one of them, maybe Wes, since he obviously wants to fuck you, starts stroking his cock and says `I hope you'll join us.' Only, before those words are out of his mouth, my hands have unfastened your dress at the neck, and before you realize what has happened, the top of your dress if falling down, just like this, exposing your to two and a girl that I've only just met!"
"Only, I don't stop there. Before you recover from the shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to the floor, just like this. And then you're standing there, naked except for your shoes. And I know you're turned on, because you're not even trying to cover yourself. So I reach around and give a brief pinch to each of your hard nipples. They're watching, and Wes really starts to smile, because he knows what he's going to get. He's been admiring your all night. But he wants more, I know. So, I show him. My hands run along your body and meet at your crotch, which is soaked. And I spread your cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be fucked by two guys. I wipe your juices on your breasts, and I walk you forward to the table, right over to Tim's cock, and they know they have permission to fuck my wife, because the last words you hear me say are, `Take her.'"
Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock already wet with pre-cum. "Tim holds out his arms for you, but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and pulls you to his cock. Just like that, yes. And you're so turned on you really want to suck his cock, because you never expected to end up in a situation like this, and you know it will happen only once. And you're so focused on that cock, it's like your husband is not even in the room. And even though your mouth is full of this man's cock, you start wriggling your ass, wondering when Wes's cock will fill you up, because you've wanted him ever since feeling his shaft when you danced."
"And then you're surprised, as you feel your being caressed by a feminine touch. It's Jamie, and her hands are nervous with excitement because she's never done that before." Steven rolled a nipple between his fingers, removed his cock from Hayley's mouth, and stepped behind her. "You're shocked that another woman's touch could send electrical charges through your body, and, right in time with her pinch, you feel Wes's cock thrust into your cunt, like this. This is what you've wanted, isn't it?"
"But it's not just a stranger's cock thrusting inside you, it's better than that. These cocks represent those wasted years in high school year when you stuck with the one guy, and were left to wonder what it would be like to have fooled around with others. Only, this is the real world, and your husband is watching you take two at once, and there's no denying that you're enjoying sex right now more than any time of your life. So here you are, naked, in a dark room at a arcade, fucking two guys, your husband's familiar touch forgotten. That is what you want, isn't it? So go ahead and say it, you want to be fucked by two guys."
Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her head as well. Her eyes were closed as his thrusts increased. His cock didn't seem familiar at all. He was fucking her harder than in their bedroom, and his cock seemed larger, as big as Wes's, and it stretched her to ecstasy. Her were swinging, bouncing with each thrust. She could just imagine...someone watching them...her fans. As she listened to her husband unfold the story, it wasn't hard too hard to imagine that it was Wes fucking her, with her husband watching from somewhere. And while the fucking was great, it would complete the if she had a real cock in her mouth right now.
It was like Steven was reading her mind. Just as she imagined what was next, his made it seem real. And here again, he was right on target, reading her mind. So she went ahead and said it. "I want to be fucked...by...two guys." It was a hard thing to say to your husband.
"Louder."
She took a deep breath. "I want to be fucked by two guys!" There. It was out. Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie had been like the best porno she had ever seen, only, the acting was great. And she was jealous of Jamie as she had watched. She leaned further on the table, resting her head on an arm, and she used her other hand to reach back to her clit. This was going to be big. Steven was thrusting hard and fast, and she knew he only had moments to go. Her rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her fingers bringing her closer to orgasm. She felt his hot cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she tilted her head slightly and opened her eyes.
She had known he was there, known he would be there. She had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had removed his cock from her mouth...Wes, standing beyond the partition in the dark. The light shone on his cock, mostly, with his hand stroking back and forth quickly. It wasn't hard to find the slight reflection in his eyes. And recognition. They came together, she noisily.
"Cleanup time." Steven looked surprised. This wasn't part of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the evening was. She spread her legs, and she could see the begin to leak between her lips. She gathered his head between her legs, holding his chin and tongue against her wet cunt. She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn't see him, she could feel him there, gazing at her naked breasts. She cupped one with her hand, as if offering it, and she smiled into the darkness. And it dawned on her that in a way, she did have sex with two men. And Steven didn't need to know that...she liked it.
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