TITLE    : Torn Between Two Worlds
STORYID  : torn-between-two-worlds
SUMMARY  : Wife becomes infatuatated with bisexual neighbors.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-03
CATEGORY : group-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |voyeur|threesome|cheat|oral|wife|anal|mmf|bisexual males|masturbation|multiple lovers|


When Dave Thompson received his family inheritance his father's will mandated Dave move back home to take over his father's business. He and Vickie, his wife, talked it over at length and made the decision to leave their home in a Chicago suburb and buy a restored Victorian Mansion in tiny Cedar Grove, an unincorporated community that was once a thriving cotton trading center in the Deep South. The home next door was up for sale also and they liked it equally well, but chose theirs because it allowed for much more privacy, especially in the outdoor Jacuzzi and garden area.



The only business still in operation in Cedar Grove was a country store and gas station. Serious shopping of any kind required a commute into the city fifty miles away. Even though the gasoline was typically ten cents a gallon higher there than along his route, Dave gassed up at the local store once a week on his way to work as left around six a.m. He didn't return before six in the evening, usually closer to seven and sometimes even later.



Vickie occupied herself with decorating the house and making it into a charming and comfortable home. As the whirlwind activities of furnishing and decorating came to an end, Vickie began to feel the pangs of loneliness brought on by spending most of her time in the huge house alone. She cooked for Dave each evening to occupy some of her time and served him lovingly-prepared suppers. During the mornings and early afternoons, Vickie found refuge by exploring the internet and discovered a variety of chat rooms, delightfully strange and fun places to pass the otherwise idle hours away.



SweetAsCandy: Our sex life is good... normal



UncleJohn: Ever cheat?



SweetAsCandy: No, I have never been unfaithful



Vickie typed in her response to the chat board as the loud rumblings of a nearby truck caught her attention. She lifted her fingers away from her excited clit, pushed her skirt back down and made another entry:



SweetAsCandy: Hey, got to run. ttyl



Through the window she saw two men directing a moving van as it backed up into the driveway next door.



The mid-afternoon summer heat took its toll and Vickie decided to change into shorts and a T-shirt. While still standing naked before the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her small fit body, the flowing curves, pert perfectly-formed tits and nice round ass. She knew she looked much younger than her age and that had become a major source of comfort and pride.



Throughout the afternoon she peeked through the curtains to monitor the progress of the move-in and wondered at the lack of any visible women. As the shadows became long and she waited for Dave's arrival, she looked again.



"Oh my god, those two men are naked and kissing in the Jacuzzi!" she said out loud to the empty room, needing to somehow express her shock at the scene taking place before her eyes.



A totally unexpected warm wetness drew her attention to her pussy. Heat flushed across her body and made her face feel uncomfortably warm. Her fingertips found her clit inside her shorts and Vickie was breathing hard on the very edge of orgasm watching the two men make out when the phone rang. She yanked her hand out of her shorts and jumped six inches off the floor when the unexpected noise jolted her. Even in her state of temporary panic she knew that she had just witnessed the most stimulating and erotic event she had seen in her sexually sheltered life.



"Hu... hu... hu..." she deliberately forced her body to expel air and refill in an attempt to calm her heavy breathing before answering the phone. When she could breathe almost normally again and could hide her state of arousal, she answered the call.



"Fifteen minutes out, love; time to send the ole boyfriend packing," Dave cheerfully joked.



"Very funny, dude," Vickie answered, "Well, okay then. He is all used up and pretty worthless now anyway," she said. She shared a little, "he he," laugh about his joke and her reply, and added, "Hey, you are not going to believe this, honey, but we have new neighbors. Two guys took the house next door, and they are gay... I know! The grapevine will be burning up with gossip by tomorrow... Okay, see you soon."



She hurriedly stripped naked and went back to the window. "Oh my god," she mumbled as she rubbed her already-aroused clit and watched one of the men fuck the other's mouth. It only took a minute of witnessing one man holding the other's head and humping his dick in and out of his partner's throat for Vickie to come. The sight of her new neighbor coming on his lover's face and then smearing his partner's still-licking tongue all over his crotch area in heated passion triggered Vickie's massive body-gripping orgasm. She came simultaneously with her new neighbor and almost fainted in the aftermath it had hit her so hard. Vickie's shorts were barely snapped back on and the wet spot on the floor had just been wiped up when Dave came in from the attached garage.



"How was your day, love," Vickie asked after Dave gave her their customary greeting, a kiss and hug.



"Busy, there were a lot of fires to put out today due to delays getting equipment from the manufacturers," he shared.



"Hey, go over to the window and look. Those guys who moved in were having sex in their hot tub," she shared.



The back yard was empty and Dave could only get glimpses of the two naked men walking about in the house next door.



"What were they doing?" he asked.



"Kissing, and then one gave the other a blow job," Vickie replied. As soon as she said the words Vickie realized she had never used that term in front of Dave. She was fearful he would be suspicious of her and ask about her new expression.



He didn't ask that, but rather, "Think we should nip this in the bud... I mean call the Sheriff's office and force these guys to confine their sexual activities to the inside of their house?"



"No... We don't want to start a war with them and they would know. Nobody but us could have seen what they were doing. No need for trouble. I just won't look that way anymore," she told him, knowing it was a lie.



"Okay, you are probably right," Dave agreed, "but, if they start bothering you, I will put an end to it right away."



Vickie tried the flannel pajama trick to ward off the possibility of a sexual advance from Dave. She didn't want him to discover her pussy was so wet and hot. Her body wouldn't stop secreting lubricant every time she visualized what she had seen earlier. Her pajama trick didn't work. When Dave rolled her onto her back in bed, he pushed his hand across her flat belly and under the elastic of her PJ bottom in the blink of an eye. Before she could react and stop him, his middle finger darted into her slick female opening. He knew his way home.



"Damn, girl, you are soaking wet. What's got you so lathered up?" he asked when his middle finger glided effortlessly around in a slow, exploratory circle two knuckles deep inside her dripping wet and unusually hot pussy.



"I... I think honestly... I think it was watching those guys today," she stammered and admitted.



"Watching men having sex turns you on?" he asked as he looked at her in amazement.



"I guess so... I never even thought about what was getting me so hot, but... well... I guess it did... oh god, that feels good," Vickie explained and told him as her body began to slowly hump his finger.



"Holy shit!" Dave exclaimed. "Want to get naked with me and fuck right now?" he asked.



"Oh hell yes! I am so ready for you. I just didn't think you would understand. I thought you would think of me as a total slut for getting turned on watching them," she told him.



Dave bent her over the bed and fucked Vickie from behind. As he pounded her pussy, Vickie lost herself in the wonderful feeling of her husband's hard dick riding the enflamed walls of her cunt as she thought about the men having sex next door. The dual physical and visual pleasures pushed her to climax harder than ever before and hot female cum gushed from her pee-hole for the first time with her husband there to see. "Oh god... you are making squirt... don't stop, baby... fuck me harder," she told him 



Excited by his wife's wet climax, Dave flipped her on her back, pulled her petite body to the edge of the bed, pinned her legs up beside her shoulders and fucked her pussy hard and long as he stood and used the floor for grounding and leverage. As his hard shaft stabbed deep into her burning hot body, her pussy began to convulse in gripping rhythm and she yelled out to him, "Oh god... I am going to come again." Vickie cried out in pleasure and loved every second of her wildly aroused husband pounding his body into hers.



"Oh fuck yes, baby... that's it... squeeze my hard dick... oh god, Vickie, you are sucking the cum right out of my balls," he told her as her pussy clamped around his dick like a vice and he coated her insides with a massive load of cum. All the while Dave kept hammering his wife's gripping cunt, he was in awestruck wonder and amazement at the newfound passion they had discovered.



When Vickie felt the pressure of his cum filling her pussy, the contractions there began to radiate out and spread to her other muscles. Her body locked up and cum spewed out of her with each hard spasm. It seemed to Vickie as if every muscle in her body squeezed the cum out through her pussy from somewhere deep inside her soul. She soaked them both and a section of the bed with voluminous sprays of hot female cum. 



Dave didn't lose his erection completely during their wildly hot, mutual orgasm and never stopped his thrusting. He fucked Vickie though her orgasm and his. Both her body and mind burned in wild lusty pleasure as the visuals of her gay neighbors flooded her sex-hungry mind while her husband continued to fuck her relentlessly. All the while she felt Dave's cock riding the walls of her love canal, Vickie saw flashes of the gay men next door going at it, the one coming in the other's mouth, holding his partner's head still and smearing his cum-coated dick all over his lover's face in unabashed passion. Vickie had the overwhelming desire to kiss the subservient one, to taste his fevered lust and share his lover's cum with him. The fantasy notion drove her passion to soaring new heights.



She pulled away from Dave's cock, knelt before him and smeared her face all over his dick in heated lust as she furiously rubbed her pussy, imagining it was her neighbor's cum-drenched cock on her skin. She had never felt so exhilarated and aroused, so wanton and hungry to be used. When she finally mounted her husbands cock again, she had no more than filled her pussy with his hard shaft when cum sprayed from her body yet again like a punctured garden hose. "Oh god, I love you so much," she told him as her body contracted repeatedly and more hot female cum spewed out to reveal the undeniable truth of her total surrender to her torrid lust.



When Dave finally climaxed a second time and their sexual hunger slowed a bit, they rested in each other arms, drenched in cum and sweat, exhausted. He shared his pleasure and amazement in response to Vickie's newfound passion. "Damn, honey, that was the most intense sex I think we ever had. Hell, I might have to pay those gay guys to perform for you if it will light you up like that all the time. Fuck that Sheriff business. Do you realize we have been fucking for over three hours and you have climaxed five times?" Dave asked her.



"No, I lost track of everything but my feelings of love for you. You have never made such wonderful, passionate love to me for so long," she told him, being only partially honest.



"Well, you have never been so willing and burning hot to take it," he commented.



Each morning Vickie could hardly wait for Dave to leave for work so she could spy on her neighbors. It became her secret obsession. She ordered spy cameras and recorders from an online shop and gave phone sex to the men in the store to walk her through the installation. Most importantly, she learned to hide her internet activities and erase all tracks of them. She feared Dave would find out about her sinful desires and divorce her.



The men next door were a nearly continuous show of sexual promiscuity. She marveled at their sexual drive and stamina. After masturbating while watching them fuck and suck each other off for four days, she finally got up the nerve to bake them a welcome cake and deliver it.



Conrad answered the door wearing only a silk robe. Vickie was dressed almost as if for Easter Sunday, minus the oversized hat. She had fretted for hours and changed outfits a half dozen times before settling her nerves and forcing herself to put on something suitably attractive to deliver the cake. She finally settled on a spring dress, white with yellow and green flowers and her thinnest and most transparent bra and thong panty set... just to test the waters... to see what might be nibbling at the bait, so to speak.



"Hello," Conrad greeted her with a smile.



"Hi. I'm Vickie, your neighbor from next door. I just stopped by to welcome you to Cedar Grove... not that I am any kind of official representative... well, or anything official... oh goodness, I'm rambling. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Please, take this cake as a welcome present," she managed to get out and handed the cake to Conrad.



"Why thank you, Vickie. What a pleasant surprise," he told her. "I'm Conrad. Come in and meet Jason."



"Oh, I shouldn't. You don't look like you were expecting company. I don't want to interrupt..." she was saying.



"We insist," Conrad said, as if Jason was there with him and in full agreement. "I'll put on some coffee and we will share a piece of your lovely cake with you. You are gorgeous, neighbor, and this was so sweet of you."



Vickie forced her eyes away from the protrusion pushing against Conrad's thin robe. Even though she had seen his fat cock numerous times from a distance while peeking at the couple having sex, the presence of his manhood dangling against silk fabric in front of her and the distinct outline of the rim of the big head made her pussy begin to sweat lubricating juices. She felt slightly faint, overcooked and unsteady on her high heels as Conrad took her by his free hand and led her to the dining room table.



She immediately noticed the soft feminine feeling of Conrad's grasp. It felt so different and strangely welcomed. It contrasted sharply from the way her husband held her hand with such masculine power. She knew in that moment she wanted Conrad. She wanted to experience a more feminine male lover with a thick hard dick and a soft, caring touch and kiss. She loved his slight lisp and the almost childlike way he pronounced his words. And, he was so fucking cute! He even prissed a little when he walked. Every little detail of his gayness turned her on more to him.



Vickie was wet and dizzy with arousal and conflicting thoughts as Conrad seated her at the dining room table and his robe flashed open briefly. When he asked her to wait while he fetched Jason, she asked, "Could I use you restroom?"



Her need to touch her clit again was urgent. Just from seeing Conrad's fat cock bouncing around barely covered by the thin layer of silk and then totally naked for a second made Vickie hunger to touch herself, to send the familiar waves of pleasure through her body. She didn't want the men to see the lusty desire she felt sure was written all over her face. She needed some privacy to scratch her itch and to reclaim her composure.



She sat back on the elaborate, thickly-padded, woolen commode seat cover, closed her eyes and rubbed her excited clit. It felt so wonderful that she sank into the joy of her arousal and toyed with her ever-growing clit for a few long dreamy moments. Finally she forced herself to stop and rejoin Conrad and meet Jason. Even then, she wondered if her clit was so extended it was poking out and visible against her dress. 'Silly notion,' her aroused mind finally decided, but only after she looked to see for sure.



Jason had on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt with a deep V-cut neckline over a body to die for. His hairy chest and dark tan accented high angular cheek bones and a strong square jaw. Vickie wondered if she had seen him before, maybe in TV commercials or in magazines. He was the chiseled epitome of handsome manhood. Her heart raced when she saw his athletic six foot frame standing in front of her, even before he smiled. His smile flew through her optic nerves and seared the rest of her visual nerve endings, the ones Conrad hadn't burned out already. 



"Oh fuck," she thought, "I am glad and sick to my stomach at the same they are gay. I would cheat on Dave in a heartbeat with either one of them. Oh god, perish the thought, girl... or both of them."



Jason stepped over after Conrad's introduction and hugged Vickie. He hugged her like she had never been hugged. She felt the depth of his physical strength as well as his affection and warmth. There was an instant animalistic attraction to him... almost as if they had been intimate lovers forever, a magnetism that shocked Vickie's inner being it felt so powerful. Her mind was awash with sexual attraction and desire for both of the gay men, but much more so for Jason. 



"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed," Vickie muttered and flushed red when she looked down at her breasts after hugging Jason. Through the thin bra and her flowery sun dress, her nipples were rock hard, aching, and stuck out in undeniable excitement for both men to see.



"Don't be," Jason told her. "I have the same kind of feelings about you," he added and deliberately glanced down at the tent his hard dick had pushed out in his shorts.



"Oh, I see," Vickie managed to say, and then asked, "But, I though you were gay. Aren't you?"



"We like to think of ourselves as unisexual. If it wants to have sex with us, we probably want to have sex with it too," Jason told her with a charmingly playful grin that hinted at a mischievous quality inside.



"Oh my, I better go now. Welcome to the community. I was so nice to meet you," Vickie said as she turned and almost sprinted toward the door in utter mental retreat and total physical arousal.



"We know you have been watching us," Jason called out to her. "You don't need to hide anymore. We don't bite unless invited to."



Vickie stripped naked and stood in the cool, almost cold water of the shower to collect her thoughts and get control of her mind again. "What the fuck am I doing getting so turned on to two gay men... unisexual or whatever. This is just crazy. Oh fuck, if Dave ever finds out how turned on to them I really am, he will divorce me for sure," she thought and chided herself for letting her sexual desires run so freely out of control.



She didn't dare look their way for the next few days. She wanted to badly, but forced herself to spend her free time watching bi-sexual videos on the internet. Her latent desire for bisexual men flamed up and consumed her. She masturbated until her clit hurt to be touched and came dozens of times as she stared at men loving on each other and having passionate sex. Most of all she lusted after the lavish amounts of cum they shared with each other. "Why do I crave having cum all over me, tasting it and sharing it with gay men?" she wondered time after time. 



"Oh god, I am so sick for loving this," she thought in the aftermath of each feverishly intense orgasm, but the lust and desire came back anyway, stronger and more determined each time until she had to have more, to see hot, horny men doing each other again and again. She loved the way they cherished each other's cum, drank it and kissed with mouthfuls of it. She longed, even craved, to kiss the men with their mouths full of cum and to be with them, to share the heat of their passion for each other. The scenes where two bi men fucked the starlet in a porn movie never failed to drive Vickie's lust off the chart and bring her to a hot, moaning orgasm quickly.

<hr pg="2" />Vickie couldn't help herself. She began to watch her neighbors again, and the men noticed her. They waved to her with friendly acceptance of her presence in spite of there being no contact since their one brief meeting. The men made a show of fucking each other, making out and sucking each other's dicks in plain view of Vickie's windows during the day when Dave was away. Vickie finally quit hiding her voyeuristic activities and let them see her watching. Two weeks into her lust-filled observations, she masturbated naked for them standing in front of a window with one foot up on a chair to spread her pussy open as Jason fucked Conrad's ass. They threw her kisses when they all three had climaxed.



Afterward, Vickie fell into bed and cried from the shame of her desires and for displaying herself so crudely to her neighbors. She was cheating on Dave in her mind and she knew it, but was helpless to stop. Her compulsion to see men making love controlled her sexual appetite and she needed to watch them more than she needed food. Pounds fell off her already-trim body and she had to force herself to eat more that she really wanted in the battle to maintain her weight. 



Dave was the beneficiary of the most wonderfully wild, exciting sex he could imagine, even if much of the time Vickie's mind was on one of her deliciously sexy neighbors. Dave didn't know. He couldn't know because Vickie fucked him with more intense passion than he had dreamed was possible. He sang in the shower in the morning and never left work late a single time. He rushed home every evening craving more of the heated joy he got from mating with his passionate and increasingly sexual wife.



A month after Conrad and Jason moved in, Dave had to attend a trade show the same week Jason had to attend a family funeral. The knock came at Vickie's door at just past eleven a.m. the day both Dave and Jason left town.



Conrad stood at the door holding flowers and a bottle of wine. "I was hoping, since our men were called away on duty, we could have lunch or dinner together," he told her and followed his words with a warm caring smile.



"Oh, wow," Vickie responded, caught off guard by both his presence and his request. As her mind struggled to consider the serious, even dire consequences of her already-raging desire, she felt her juices began to flow and heard her voice say, "Okay, sure, I'd love to. Do you have a place in mind?"



"Either here, at our house, or we can drive to the city, whatever you would prefer, Vickie," Conrad told her as he extended his hand with the huge bouquet of flowers.



"Let me put these in some water. Come in," Vickie told him.



Even as she walked toward the kitchen to get a vase, she knew they were not going anywhere.



"What are you hungry for... oh, fuck I don't care about food right now," she said as she dropped the flowers on the breakfast island. She turned and a second later, as if magnetically attracted, their lips pressed together. Before their first kiss ended, the spear of his hard dick pushed against her and she willingly rubbed her belly against the fat blood-engorged cock. 



"Shouldn't we do something first?" Conrad asked as they lustily kissed and their hands explored the other's body.



"No... we can do whatever we want later. Right now I want you to come in my mouth so bad I can taste it already," Vickie answered with unrestrained lust in her voice.



She dropped to her knees and sucked Conrad's fat cock continuously until it exploded in her mouth, and then kissed him with her mouth overflowing with hot cum. It was even better than her fantasy had been of sucking his dick and kissing him with his cum in her mouth. They stumbled into the bedroom kissing and undressing with cum running down both their faces.



"I've never been with a woman before," Conrad managed to admit amongst the flying articles of clothing and more kissing.



"I don't care," Vickie told him as she threw off the last stitch of her clothing. "Don't worry about it. Let's just make up for lost time."



She cried out in joyous pleasure when his fat cock stretched her pussy wide with that first mind-blowing sinful penetration. Again, it shook her soul and made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed his thick hard stump of a cock through her anus and into her bowels. She fucked Conrad through two mutual orgasms using her pussy and ass, and Vickie had three more of her own before the lusty fever they felt for each other subsided enough to allow them to snuggle and rest. 



"Oh fuck, Conrad, that was beyond wonderful," she exclaimed.



"It was for me too, Vickie. Do you like Vickie or Vic best?" he asked.



"I don't care, love; whatever you like. Oh fuck, that was just unreal," she told him again.



After they snuggled for awhile, Conrad asked, "Want me to cook something for you, girlfriend?"



"Let's do it together, naked as hell," Vickie suggested with an excited giggle.



"Okay," Conrad told her with a big happy grin, "God, I just love your body. I wish I had it."



"I'm sure glad you don't," Vickie assured him, "I love your wonderful body, your gentle touch and how your big, thick cock feels inside me," she shared.



Even as she said the words, a wave of guilt came over Vickie. The realization of what she had just done to her marriage flooded her mind. Her inner conflict boiled-up faster than her ability to contain her emotions. Tears ran out of her eyes and soaked her face like a leaky faucet and she suddenly wailed in emotional pain. 



"Oh, honey, don't cry. Did I hurt you? Oh god no... please, don't cry... I didn't mean to..." Conrad told her and pulled her to him. He held her shivering, sobbing body and consoled her with more genuine sympathy than Vickie could remember feeling from anyone.



"No... it's not you... nothing you did. It is just that I have never cheated on Dave before," she sobbed to him.



"Oh, baby girl, I didn't know. It is just that I found you so attractive... unlike any other woman I have ever known. I am so sorry. I would never have hurt you like this on purpose," Conrad explained.



"I know you wouldn't. I'll get control of this somehow.... What's bothering me is I am just so torn between my sexual desire to be intimate with you and my vision of myself as a faithful and committed wife. I don't know who I am right now, or what I want anymore," Vickie managed to share.



"Let me get you a drink, and let's talk it over, love. Would you like that?" Conrad asked.



They talked all night and made love again and again. They sunbathed nude in the back yard and cooked meals together. Conrad never left Vickie's house until a mission of necessity confronted them just before Dave's and Jason's return. His extra girth had stretched both Vickie's pussy and anus to the point she was sure Dave would notice.



"What am I going to do about being so stretched?" she asked, and fretted, "Dave will know for sure I have been a total cheating slut when he fucks me again. It will kill him if he finds out what I have done with you."



"Well sister, I've been there and done that. We just need to make a little road trip and get you a big, fat dildo as a scapegoat," Conrad told her.



"Oh god, I love you for that," Vickie told him.



As she heard her words, she realized she did love Conrad. He was so different from Dave, so loving and tender, so attentive and affectionate with her. He painted her toenails and gave her a pedicure and manicure daily, doted over her and waited on her hand and foot. It wasn't the same type of love as what she felt for her husband, not even close, but it was real and strong nevertheless. Vickie leaned in and kissed Conrad with a newfound sense of commitment to him and their relationship. He returned the kiss with a loving softness that melted her heart even more.



The dildo trick worked and Dave was never the wiser to Vickie's five days of passionate indiscretion with Conrad. To the contrary, he actually enjoyed the stretch of her pussy. He could fuck her much longer without climaxing from the cum-sucking tightness her pussy had beforehand.



A full week passed with Dave back home and Conrad stopping in during the day to talk and for a few quickies. It was always to borrow eggs, flour, salad dressing or something he used as an excuse before Jason wised-up to what was really happening. Then, one day Jason unexpectedly walked in through the back door and caught Conrad eating Vickie's pussy on the breakfast island.



"Go home. Now!" Jason ordered his male lover. 



Vickie saw the horror on Conrad's face. She watched him cower while fear and shame transformed his face.



Conrad scurried to get away from his dominant partner and begged. "Please, don't be mad, Jason. Oh god, we are really just good friends," he said in a desperate attempt at explanation as he departed.



Jason never looked Conrad's way. He just stared for a long wordless moment at Vickie's naked body lying in front of him. "How do you want to do this?" he finally said with a look of sexual hunger that might have melted her resistance much like a chocolate bar left out in the Georgia sun on the fourth of July. It would have that is, if Vickie had had even a tiny morsel of unwillingness left in her already fully-surrendered mind, which she didn't.



She thought for a moment as he looked over her naked body with his hungry lust-filled eyes, and finally she told him, "Fuck me like you do Conrad."



Without another word he pulled her in to the great room, pushed her down onto the carpet, flipped her over onto her stomach and spread her legs open, making her display her ass and pussy to him. He made her wait for him as he stripped himself naked.



"Lube?" he asked. 



"Yes, in my purse," she told him.



He fucked her like a dog in her ass until she sprayed cum for him and promised to be his obedient bitch whenever he wanted. His dominant aggression lit a new fire inside Vickie and she completely surrendered her heart and soul to Jason over the next few hours.



Jason fucked Vickie all over her house. In her husband's bed, as he again fucked her ass, Jason made her admit time after time how she loved being his personal slut.



"You're my personal bitch now. Tell me you are totally mine," he demanded she admit out loud.



"Yes. I am. You have all of me now, Jason," she confessed in the heat of her lust.



"You love it that I am fucking your hot, little ass in your husband's bed, don't you? It turns you on like nothing else ever has to get nasty and wild with me, doesn't it, Vickie?" he pressed her.



The shameful truth of her needs and passions excited her even more. "Yes. You can fuck me here or anywhere else you want. I do love it. No other lover has ever made me feel so intensely alive and hungry for them," she confessed.



He ate her pussy like nobody ever had and she willingly let him fuck her mouth and throat, humping her face like a pussy. He was a male animal in the throes of total roaring sexual dominance and she a wild thing in willing heat. The more demanding he was with her, the more aroused Vickie became. His strength and sexual drive controlled her mind and body and Vickie reached a state of sexual nirvana far beyond anything she had ever experienced or even imagined. 



Jason was still fucking her and making Vickie confess her unquestioning commitment to him when the phone rang with Dave's daily call home to tell her of his pending arrival. Jason lifted her off the sofa and held her suspended in the air with her pussy still fully impaled with his cock to answer the phone and talk to her husband. Only when Jason learned that Dave was only a few minutes away did he let her climb down off his dick and body. He kissed her and said goodbye, "... until I call for you. When I do, come quickly."



"I will," she promised.



Vickie hurried her sweating, flushed-red body to the shower and made herself presentable for her husband's return. She didn't bother to dress after cleaning herself, only slipped into a short transparent baby-doll and greeted her husband wearing a sexy smile with the lights turned down very low.



"Been playing with your dildo again and getting ready for me?" he asked.



"How did you guess?" Vickie asked as she unzipped his pants and sucked his cock with joyous determination until he unloaded in her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his cum for as long as she dared without making her pleasure appear obscenely wanton.



"Oh baby, I love you so much," she told him after she swallowed the delightful mouthful and hugged his torso.



After a candlelight dinner they fucked and Dave got off again. When he climaxed, the feeling of his hot cum filling her pussy made her larger leg and torso muscles tighten and her pussy to squeeze his dick. Riding him from on top, she fucked his hard dick with driving, rolling thrusts of her hips and sprayed cum on his belly until they were both spent and exhausted. 



As she lay wide awake resting next to her sleeping husband, Vickie still couldn't stop. She didn't want the wildest day of sexual pleasure she had ever known to end. Her hand moved downward over her belly and slowly rubbed her pussy and clit as her mind willfully brought up the exciting memories of her neighbors, one then the other, and back and forth. She craved more with each of them, and so especially Jason. The thoughts of him taking such dominant control and making her his subservient "bitch" to use as he pleased her brought her to two more orgasms before she fell asleep in a wash of sexual satisfaction the likes of which she had never known. The day had been the most amazing and wonderful sexual experience of her life.



Vickie watched Jason and Conrad again making love the next day in the back yard and she openly masturbated in the window for them three times. The following day, Vickie couldn't contain her desire any longer. She boldly walked through the open gate between the two gardens as naked as the day she was born and with a confident determination bordering on defiance. She sat in a patio chair nearby and watched as Conrad fucked Jason's mouth only a few yards away. With the full confidence of her acceptance by her two lovers, Vicki spread her legs and openly masturbated for them to enjoy. When Conrad's passion peaked and he filled Jason's mouth with cum, Vickie joined the action and kissed Jason. She shared with him their mutual lover's hot juices in a daring act of desire, as if to say, "I belong here too."



Still kissing her, Jason lifted Vickie's petite body up and lowered her already hot, well-lubed pussy onto his dick while standing in the open air of the sun-filled garden. He held her aloft and bounced her on his dick, driving himself up into her with his leg muscles as he dropped her weight on his hard cock. Countless long minutes later she gave up the fantasy notion the wonderful feeling might last forever and she exploded in a body-gripping orgasm. As she sprayed hot female cum between them, humped his dick as best she could and clung to his strong body, Vickie whispered her passionate commitments to into his ear. Her lust-filled love words ended, "... I am so your woman now. I love being with you like this you more than life. Do whatever you want with me. Use me to make you and Conrad happy anyway you want." 



Only after her body was drained temporarily dry and she had become still in his arms did Jason say to Conrad, "If you can get hard again now, come fuck her ass while I fuck her pussy some more."



A wave of pure sexual heat radiated out of Vickie's groin and flushed across her body and face in anticipation as she hungrily awaited her first double penetration.



Conrad stroked his dick watching the two of them fuck and it only took a half a minute of committed effort for him to get fully erect. He kissed Vickie's back and held her beautiful firm tits in his hands as he pushed his thick, heavily-greased, dick slowly into her ass.



"Oh fuck... oh my god... I never..." she loudly announced as Conrad's thick cock stretched her anus into a tight burning-hot ring and then filled her already-compressed rectum.



"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." she muttered again and again in multiples sequences of verbal outbursts once they were both inside her and the dual masses of hot hard meat fucked her ass and pussy. The two large cocks filled her to capacity and the never-ending meat-pistons pumped in and out of her relentlessly until they had fucked Vickie into a mumbling, quivering mass of pure female passion. Their double fucking continued for a long while and she gave them two more moaning, shivering, squirting climaxes held aloft in the garden between their heated bodies before Jason carried her to the master bedroom for more, much more.



Days of sexual pleasure became weeks and Vickie was powerless and unwilling to refuse any request made of her by her husband or her two lovers. She fucked each of them with equal caring and loving affection. She thrived on the joyous sex and the love she felt from each and all of them. Conrad was her soul mate, her dearest friend. Jason her dominant master, making her do the things she craved to do, but could never do unless ordered and forced to press past her natural reluctance. Dave was the love of her life, the wonderful provider, lover and devoted husband. It was all wonderfully satisfying, but something about Jason always came to her in her fantasies when she masturbated. He lit her sexual fires in a very special way.



Whenever she heard Jason's shrill whistle demanding her presence, Vickie willingly disrobed and walked through the garden to join her lovers. Jason made a game of never letting here wear clothes when she came to them and it never failed to make Vickie wet being forced to come to her sexual master as a naked and willingly obedient slave.



On some days Jason made her watch Conrad and him making love while she masturbated. Those were almost like reward days to Vickie. She loved, almost more than anything, to watch her two lovers engaged in passion with each other. Other days it might be either of them taking her to a private part of the two adjoining properties and fucking her all day long, or something totally different. She never knew what to expect and didn't care. The variety of sexual games Jason conjured up and her lack of choice in what she was to do, excited and stimulated Vickie in a wonderfully unique way. Each morning she longed for him to call for her. Her sexual tension grew stronger by the minute as she anxiously waited and wondered what the day might hold in store. 



Some days they took turns fucking her one after the other again and again for hours. Other times they positioned her between them and both men fucked her at the same time and with endless creativity. Those double-penetration days were the most intense and they used Vickie's hot willing body in every conceivable way and sometimes left her barely able to walk back home in time to recover for her husband's arrival.



The sexual pleasure she felt from the combination of her lovers was complete and total. They thrived on the seemingly endless variety of each other's needs and desires and used each other in heated lusty passion until she drained them completely of their stamina and their cum each day. The beautiful, and by then, highly-sexed young woman enjoyed some form of heated affectionate activity with at least one of her lovers almost every weekday.



Vickie lived in her divided world, one foot planted squarely in each, and she thrived on her passionate relationship with the three loving men in her life for almost two years. One day the news came that her dream life was about to abruptly end. She cried uncontrollably when Jason shared the news that he and Conrad were leaving. The business the two men jointly owned in California was struggling without their leadership and their financial consequences demanded they move back to the West Coast and rebuild their company.

<hr pg="3" />Eventually, time cures almost all loses and so it did with Vickie, but their departure drained her of the happiness she had enjoyed in her daily life and she secretly cried a bucket's worth of tears sitting alone during seemingly endless days. She struggled to find meaning in the chat rooms she once enjoyed so much and found no suitable substitute for the wonderful sexual and emotional attention she missed so badly. She tried phone and video sex with her former lovers, but even the few times they could work things out in their schedules, it wasn't very satisfying, and soon the men had recruited another woman to play with them. Sex with Dave was great as usual, but it fell far short of fulfilling her true needs. Life simply wasn't the same for Vickie without her two former lovers. 



In the wake of Jason's and Conrad's departure Vickie's mind struggled to reconcile her sexual needs with her marriage vows and her old values. She spent hours each day it seemed to her, attempting to understand her desires and trying to discover a way to be happy with herself and yet satisfy her never-ending hunger to be with bisexual lovers again. 



One day five months after her neighbors moved away and she had made herself come for the second time that day watching a movie of the three of them having passionate sex, she turned off her computer before the action finished. Something had clicked in her mind. She gave up her lingering sense of loss and fully accepted herself and her sexuality just as she was.



With a newfound sense of determination and a heart bolstered with hope, she put on her makeup and slipped a skimpy black cocktail dress over her garter-and-stocking-clad, but otherwise naked body. She looked herself over from all angles in the mirror and when satisfied with what she saw, she drove to the most notorious gay bar in the city, some fifty miles away. 



After reading the bartender's name tag, she asked, "Are any of the regulars that come here unisexual, Todd?"



He looked up and down the luscious vision before him several times. "Do you mean bi-sexual, hon?" he asked with a playful grin that instantly reminded her of Jason.



"Okay, bi-sexual then," she agreed.



"I am," he told her.



"Got any friends like you?" she asked, and added, "Ones you have loving feelings for?"



"Are you asking for yourself?" he questioned.



"Yes," she simply replied, but added an inviting smile.



"As a matter of fact, I do," he told her, and asked, "But, what about that wedding ring you are wearing?"



"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. He couldn't handle knowing the truth about me. I do plenty to keep him happy. Trust me about that, sweetie," she assured him.



"I can only imagine you do," he commented with an acknowledging grin, and asked, "When and where?"



"I live just past the old general store in Cedar Grove. You can come any weekday you have off," she revealed, "but, I will only play if there are two of you, always at least two. Sometimes I just like to watch men making love while I play with myself."



"Damn, I had this feeling today was going to be special," he shared with a big grin, and added, "I don't think I have ever see a woman as attractive as you in here, and certainly not one so openly committed to what she wants."



"It is interesting that you mention my knowing what I want. It took me a long while to sort out my true feelings and accept my needs and desires. I had to adjust my old values some," she said with a slight grin, and paused.



"Most of us have to do that at some point to rid ourselves of guilt, pretty lady," Todd said as if he fully understood her struggles.



She looked Todd in the eye and continued, "It wasn't easy, but I finally got my inner conflicts worked out. Thankfully, I do know what I want now."



"Well, I am certainly glad you found you answers," Todd commented. 



Both of them understood his understated complement. They looked at each other for a few wordless moments, each calmly evaluating the likelihood of a meaningful future with the other, until Todd finally asked, "How will I contact you?" 



"My name is Vickie, and here is my cell number. Call me a day or so before you want to come by," she informed him and handed him a card.



With a warm sexy smile, she turned and walked away. Vickie felt his eyes drinking in her catlike graceful gate and the swaying movement of her ass as she made her way to the door.



"I am feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now," Todd called out as she reached the exit.



She turned, winked, and gave him a playful coy little smile before she answered his comment with, "See you soon, handsome."

