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Jonnie Loves To Cukold

Written By Jonnie

I have to admit that I never, ever thought that I would be writing a
story to a web site. My name is Jonnie. I am 38 years old, 5'7", thick
dark brown hair and a very womanly figure, with 38D breasts (for those
of you who need to know) and wide, but very firm, athletic hips. I have
been told that I have a perfect complexion. My very creamy white breasts
are capped by large dark nipples and I have a dark hairy pubic area. I
have a very responsible job and I usually dress accordingly, in a very
professional manner. My husband, Tim, is a little taller than me. He is
an accountant with a large Not-For-Profit agency. By any standard we
were a very average married couple - up until about six months ago when
our entire world was turned upside down.

Unlike most of the women I have read about who discover their sexuality
at mid-life, I did not get married when I was 17 years old. I was not a
virgin. I did not have limited experience with men. I did not marry my
husband just for his money. To the contrary, I went to a major
University where I had lots of fun... and men. I even spent a semester
in Spain where I had even more fun... and more men. By the time I met my
husband at age 27, I had had a wide variety of sexual experiences,
including cocks of all different sizes and a few colors (and even one
experience with a woman). So when I met Tim I definitely felt as if I
had "sown my wild oats."

Tim and I met when we worked on a project together. Tim was (and still
is) very handsome. I was immediately attracted to his intelligence and
good humor. We began dating and slept together about three weeks into
our relationship. The sex was excellent! Now I am not going to lie
(sorry boys) but size does matter. However, size is not the be all and
end all. The most important thing is the interaction between a man and a
woman. How they communicate. Do you feel free and uninhibited with your
partner? Not afraid to take a risk? To say and do what you really feel?

If you can do that, then a reasonably sized, hard, and long lasting cock
is all a girl needs. And any woman worth her salt can work with her man
to make his cock hard and long lasting (ladies, if you are not
interested enough to do at least that, then he is not the man for you!).
Anyway, I was thrilled with my sexual relationship with Tim. His seven
inch cock combined with an open and fun loving relationship were all
that I wanted. Since we each like to try new things, if either of us
ever wanted to try something new, we have an agreement that all you have
to do is ask, such as "please, do this for me." For example, when Tim
wanted to try anal sex for the first time, he asked, "Jonnie, I would
really like to fuck your beautiful ass, please do this for me." Even
though anal sex is not my favorite thing, I obediently rolled over onto
my stomach and presented my ready ass to my man.

This works both ways, another time after an unusual session of
unsatisfying sex, I asked, "Tim, I still need to cum, please suck my
clit," and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. Honestly, I thought that
I had gone to far. Tim had never tasted his own cum (as far as I knew)
and there was no way he could suck my protruding clit without sucking
some of his own cum. I was pleasantly surprised when he knelt between my
legs and began to lick my clit. I was very surprised when after about
three minutes, his lips left my clit and he began to seriously eat me
and lap up his own seaman. I was shocked when I moved my foot to his
crotch to find that he was hard again.

Anyway, Tim and I were planning a special trip to Cancun for our tenth
anniversary. I decided to take a scuba diving class at the local
community college. In the first class we all had to pair up with a
"scuba buddy." Unfortunately there were eleven people at the first class
and before I knew it I was the odd girl out. The instructor said another
student, Kris, would be at the next class, and that he would be my buddy.

The first class was dedicated solely to the instructor evaluating our
swimming skills. At the next class Kris introduced himself. He was a
doll. He had been given permission to skip the first class because he
was in the masters swim program at the college. He had that perfect
swimmers body, broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, hard abs, and long
toned legs. He also had the easiest smile and the bluest eyes on the
planet. Much to my own surprise, I was in lust. During the class we had
many occasions to rub against one another. Every time he touched me I
could feel my nipples tighten and expand through the thin fabric of my
suit. I was even very (I hope) discretely wiggling my ass just a bit to
make contact with his crotch. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I
was just having fun.

Well, over the next few weeks Kris and I became good friends. After each
class I would tell Tim about the class and my "scuba buddy" Kris. Tim
was not jealous. I have lots of male friends, but I knew that in this
case Tim should be jealous. I was a little hurt that Tim was not more
protective of me. I began to tell Tim more and more about the
"inadvertent" touching with Kris.


After class one night while we were getting ready for bed, I said, "Tim,
I hope you won't be upset, but tonight at class, Kris got quite a
handful of my tits."

"What do you mean," Tim answered with a slightly confused look.

"Well, the instructor said sometimes when you're scuba diving, your
scuba buddy may get into trouble. Tonight we were practicing pulling our
scuba buddy out of the water. The instructor said the person in trouble
sometimes fights against the rescuer, so when Kris started to pull me
up, I began to move and he got a good hand full of my tits."

Tim still had a confused look on his face, so I said, "Let me
demonstrate." I turned my back to him and had him place his right arm
across my body and under my left armpit. "So his hands are like this,"
then I leaned back and began to struggle. Tim's hand landed on my left
tit. I then moved back and my bottom made contact with Tim's crotch. I
was taken aback to feel that his cock was standing straight up in his
boxer shorts. I began to push my ass into his erection as I continued to
struggle, giving Tim a very good feel of my jiggling tits.

"So that's what happened," I said. Then I continued, "Except Kris did
not enjoy it quite as much as you did," as I smiled, reached into his
boxers to pull on his hard cock.

Tim was almost shaking as he said, "Well, I assume you didn't rub your
ass against his crotch the way you just did to me."

"I'm not so sure," I said smiling coyly, as I repositioned myself with
my back to Tim again, my silk panties now making direct contact with
Tim's drooling cock. As I firmly rubbed his cock with my ass, I
continued, "In this position, my ass and Kris' cock must have made some
contact." I laughed a little and moved my hands to Tim's ass and really
pulled him into me.

Tim moaned, "Oh... my... my," and then he came all over my pretty satin
panties. Even though I was just having fun, I was amazed at Tim's
reaction to my little play acting. I was trying to make him jealous.
Instead, I made him cum in record time, without using my mouth, hands,
or pussy. Now I was confused.

When he regained control, Tim said, "Did you really touch his cock?"

"No," I answered. "I mean, I didn't notice that I was touching his cock,
although I am sure I must have. I guess I was too busy enjoying his
hands on my tits to notice. It was all over in about three seconds."

Tim held me and said, "Well, I'll have to thank Tim sometime for making
my wife so horny for me." Wow! I was not ready for this response. I just
told him that I "enjoyed" another man's hands on my tits, and he wants
to thank the guy! And who got horny here anyway? He just came on my
panty covered ass! Then to prove my point as to who was horny, Tim
asked, "Jonnie, please suck my cock." Without hesitation, I got on my
knees sucked his renewed hard member. Now I was horny! After Tim came, I
had him eat me to three orgasms.

The scuba class ended and our trip to Cancun was great. About two weeks
after we returned, I began to miss my classes with Kris. I knew I should
let it die, but then Kris called just to ask about the vacation and how
was the scuba diving. Without thinking I asked Kris to join me on a
local board (so that I would continue to see him occasionally) and
suggested that Kris and his wife meet us for dinner that weekend. Tim
was thrilled to meet my new friend and his wife.

We all met that weekend. Kris' wife, Sally, was a truly beautiful woman.
Any thought I had that I was making Kris hot went right out the window.
While Sally and I got along just fine, Tim and Kris seemed like long
lost brothers. I was actually happy that Tim liked Kris. In some way
this justified the fact that I had the hots for Kris. To make a long
story short, Kris and I continued to be friends and met at our board
meetings. Tim and Kris became even better friends. They went
rollerblading, bike riding and went to ball games together. Then one day
Tim told me that Sally left Kris and she had moved in with, as Tim said,
"An older and very rich man."

It was about three weeks later that I saw Kris. When I expressed my
sympathy, Kris gave a big laugh and said, "It's alright, Sally called me
yesterday and said she wanted to come home. She apologized and said she
was overcome by this rich guy's money. She grew up without money and the
prospect of a life of leisure was overwhelming to her. Now she realizes
that money doesn't buy passion. She wants to come home."

I had mixed feelings, but simply said, "I'm happy she is coming home."

"She's not," Kris answered and laughed even louder. "She made her
choice. Not to be clich, but I told her she made her bed, now she had
to lie in it." Kris then smiled and said, "I'm just happy that she left
while I'm still frisky enough to enjoy my life." We laughed and I did
not think anything more about it.

That weekend Tim and Kris went to a baseball game together. They came in
the door together at about 11:30 PM. I was not expecting Kris to come
into the house. I was only wearing a sheer summer weight nightie. The
outline of my braless tits was clearly visible. Kris looked at my tits
for just a moment (by the way boys, women always notice when you are
looking at our tits), then he said, "Tim had a bit too much to drink. I
wanted to make sure he got into the house without breaking his neck."
Tim just smiled (he was also looking at my tits).

"Let me get changed and I will make us some coffee."

"Jonnie, please don't get changed. You look great. Just make some
coffee, please, do this for me." I was not sure if I understood the
import of Tim's request. He was saying it like our game. But we had
never played our game in front of anyone else. Was he just drunk? Did he
understand what he was saying?

Either way, he asked, and to be honest, exposing myself before Kris was
making my nipples start to push out against the flimsy fabric and my
pussy was getting wet. I smiled and went to the kitchen and returned
with coffee. As I served the coffee, my tits jiggled and the fact that I
was nude under my nightgown was very obvious to my male admirers.


	

Kris was not shy to look. I looked at Kris, then at my tits, then back
to Kris, just to acknowledge that I knew he was looking and that I did
not mind. Then I noticed that Tim was looking at us. I turned to Tim and
he said, "Honey, you are killing him. The man hasn't been laid in
weeks." Tim laughed and continued, "God! Look at his shorts!" My husband
was right, Kris had a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. Those
feelings of lust that I had for my "scuba buddy" were returning... fast.
If Tim wasn't careful, I may not be able to control myself.

But Tim had other ideas, "Jezzz Jonnie, you are hot! Why don't you show
Kris what is under that nightgown before he bursts. I am asking you
Jonnie, take off your nightgown, do it for me."

"Wait a minute," I said, then paused, I could see the concern on Tim's
face. He had no idea what I was about to say (either did I). Then I
surprised myself and said, "I'm not a stripper for your entertainment.
If I am going to be naked, you guys have to get naked too."

Holy shit! I thought. Did I say that? Yes I did. Tim looked at Kris,
laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he tried to remove his
pants, but, in his drunken state, he tripped and fell on the couch. How
silly he looked, lying face down on the couch, with his pants around his
ankles and his hard cock poking sideways (Hmmmm, his cock was hard
already, very interesting). He just laid there, seemingly oblivious to
the fact that his wife was about to expose her tits and pussy to another
man. Well, I thought, he asked for it, and I began to pull the spaghetti
straps of my nightgown over my shoulders. As I shimmied, the nightgown
slipped down until it stopped on my now very hard nipples.

"I seem to be stuck," I said to Kris, as I continued to gently sway, "it
must be your turn."

Kris smiled (Ohhhh that smile!) He slowly unbuttoned his shirt then just
as slowly removed his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them down.
Despite how much I wanted to look at his crotch, I looked right in his
eyes. He was looking right at me too. He began to pull down his briefs
when the waistband caught his hard penis. "Opps, now I seem to be stuck,
your turn."

NOW I WAS HOT!! I looked at Tim, and thought - Tim you better stop me
quick. I said, "Tim, aren't you going to watch?" Tim groaned, but turned
his head and looked at me. Now with two men as an audience (I hadn't
felt this way since I went to a topless beach in Spain), I gave my most
seductive smile and used my thumb and forefinger to pull on my nipples.
As my nipples got even harder (if that was possible), I gave my nipples
one more tug and pulled the nightgown away and allowed it to fall on the
floor. I simply raised my eyebrows, smiled and pointed to Kris' crotch,
"Your turn." I had stopped thinking about Tim.

Kris actually turned sideways and rotated his hips so that I could not
see his cock. He then jerked his underwear off. As he rotated his hips,
his beautiful cock came into view. I moaned out loud. Then Kris said,
"So now what?"

Good question, I thought. Tim only asked me to get naked? I looked at
Tim who seemed like he was slipping off to sleep, but I had the sense
that he was really awake. "Timmy," I said (I had no idea why I called
him Timmy, only his Mother calls him Timmy). "Timmy," I repeated, "Do
you want to ask me anything else? Poor Kris here looks uncomfortable,"
and I pointed to Kris's impressive cock. "Now that we are naked, what
should we do? You have to ask."

I looked my husband right in the eyes. I was taken aback, he may seem
drunk, but his eyes were clear.

Timmy looked at Kris, at Kris' erection, then back to me. "You should at
least jerk him off, otherwise he's gonna die." Timmy was trying to be
funny, but the lust in his voice was obvious. His body was trembling,
his cock was dripping pre-cum. My little Timmy was very excited. On the
one hand, I was dying to hold Kris' cock (by the way, Kris' cock was
only a little bigger than my husband's cock), but it had been a very,
very long time since I had seen, let alone touched, another man's cock.
I didn't need to be asked twice, and I wanted to get started before
Timmy changed his mind.

I got down on my knees just to the side of Timmy on the couch and
motioned for Kris to bring his cock over to me. When he got close
enough, I grabbed Kris' cock with both hands and looked up to Kris'
beautiful eyes, and I felt an electric charge move through my body (I
really think I had a small orgasm). I began to stroke Kris' cock and
fondle his balls. After less than a minute, I knew I needed more, but
Timmy would have to ask - after all, I would never cheat on my hubby.

"Timmy, you have to ask if you want me to suck his cock."

"Yeah, yeah, do it, do it."

"No Timmy, you have to ask." I noticed that he no longer seemed drunk,
but he wasn't moving either. I expected him to join in the fun, but he
just stared as I continued to manipulate Kris' cock and balls.

"Please Jonnie, suck his cock, do it for me."

I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY HUSBAND SAID THAT!!!. Timmy wants to watch me
suck another man's cock. Later, I would wonder how my husband could want
me to do this, or why he would want to watch, but at that moment, all I
wanted was Kris' smooth penis in my soft mouth. I stuck my tongue out
and licked all around the head of Kris' cock. I then made my tongue as
flat as possible and ever so slowly dragged it from Kris' balls back up
to the tip. I repeated this from a few different angles. I could now see
my husband's face, still pressed against the couch, intensely staring at
his wife sucking his friend's cock. The realization that I was doing
this only a foot or so from my husband sent another small orgasm through
my now soaking pussy.

I turned just a little so that I could look at Timmy's face, then I
attacked Kris' hard as rocks boner. As I deep throated my new lover, my
eyes alternated from Kris to Timmy. I could feel Kris start to harden
even more, I knew that he would cum soon. I wanted to swallow his load
(I wouldn't wait for Timmy to ask). I moved my lips back to the head of
Kris' cock and started to jerk his salvia coated cock with my hand.
After another minute, Kris came... a lot.

I could not believe how much cum he had (I forgot it had probably been
awhile for him). I desperately tried to swallow it all, but there was
too much. It started to push out of the sides of my mouth. Then I saw
Kris' seaman all over my hand... and my engagement ring... and my
wedding ring. And just beyond my rings was Timmy's face, contorted, just
like he was cumming. Then I felt the spray on my legs. I thought, Timmy
is ejaculating all over his pretty bride, while she licks another man's
cum off of her wedding bands. THEN MY PUSSY EXPLODED!! I mean EXPLODED!!
I think I came just as much as Kris. I could feel it shoot from my cunt.
I actually passed out for a few seconds.

When I refocused, Kris was holding me under my arms, asking if I was OK.
I said "Yes, I'm great. That was the best." Then I looked at Timmy. His
body was still shaking slightly. Without thought I rolled Timmy on his
back and firmly planted my cunt directly on his face. "Eat me Timmy, eat
me." My cunt was so excited and open that it actually covered most of
Timmy's face. I could feel his entire nose, mouth, and chin inside my on
fire pussy. If I had tried, I am sure that I could have fit his entire
head up my cunt at that moment.

I closed my eyes and imagined fucking Kris as I ground my clit into
Timmy's nose. I could feel Timmy try to lick me. I started to groan
(even I could not believe how loud I was). Then I came again... and
again my orgasm literally shot out of me and into Timmy's open mouth
(Timmy later told me that he thought I was pissing). By the time I
noticed, Kris was gone. He must have left while I was riding Timmy's
face. Without any further word, exhausted and sweating, Tim and I went
to bed.

I was up first in the morning, showered, put on a light summer robe and
went to make breakfast. I was glad that Tim was asleep. I needed time to
think. I had so many emotions. I felt like a wonderfully, slutty woman.
I was more sexually satisfied then I had been in years (and no one had
even fucked me!) What about Tim? How would he feel this morning? I still
loved him, but I also knew that I wanted Kris (like I said, I hadn't
been fucked yet!). I decided that I wanted Kris, but Tim would have to ask.

By the time Tim got out of bed I was sitting at the table on the
screened-in-porch reading the paper. I had intentionally let my robe
fall open to expose the tops of my breasts. The slit in the rode had
ridden up so that the top of my dark pussy hair was visible. When Tim
came out I pretended to keep reading, although I could see him looking
at me. He sat across from me.


Tentatively he started, "So, do you want to talk about what happened
last night?"

I put down the paper and sat back, causing some of my left breast to
spill out of the robe (I pretended not to notice). "Sure," I answered,
"What did you want to say?"

"Well, I just wanted to know how you feel."

"I was just living by our agreement, you asked, Tim, so I did it. Did
you enjoy it? Are you glad that you asked?" I uncrossed my legs,
exposing more of my pussy under the glass table. My nipples were getting
hard. I could also see Tim's cock starting to rise in his boxer shorts.

"I guess so. It was... interesting. I didn't plan it, you know. It just
kind of happened. It was... exciting. I never saw you so excited."

I was smiling now. I moved my right foot up to his leg, then to the
bottom of his boxer shorts, then my foot made contact with his swelling
cock. I squirmed down some more. While I did so, I untied the robe,
letting it fall open. Tim was starting to pant. I put my heel into his
balls.

I meant it as a joke when I said, "Maybe I am just too much woman for
ya' Timmy." And I gave his balls a stab with my heel.

Timmy groaned, "Yes, yes... you need a man who can make you cum like you
did last night. Oh God, oh God," he panted as his cock started to twitch.

He was looking at his cock and my foot. "Timmy, look at me," I said. He
did, his face flush from passion. "You know the rules, if you want me to
fuck Kris so that you can watch, you have to ask."

"Yes, yes, fuck him."

"No Timmy, ask the right way." This was getting fun. I couldn't believe
how excited Tim was getting just from talking about last night. I
thought he would be angry, instead he was like a begging little boy.

"Jonnie, my wife, would you please let me watch you fuck Kris, please,
do it for me."

I used my sweetest little girl voice, "Well, since you asked so nicely,
O.K., I'll fuck your friend Kris while you watch. But I'm only half of
this fucking team, if you want to make this happen, you have to ask
Kris." And with that I removed my foot from Timmy's cock. My robe was
wide open with my tits swaying and my nipples hard as I swept past him,
saying, "Let me know after you talk to Kris."

I immediately went into the bathroom to get myself off. I never believed
that Tim would go through with this. It is one thing to get caught up in
the heat of the moment like we did last night, it is completely another
thing to plan your wife's adulteress affair. There was no way Tim would
ask Kris to fuck me. I was completely shocked when about twenty minutes
later Tim came to say that "Kris would be coming over at 8, if that is
O.K." I looked at his crotch, his cock was still hard (or hard again).
"This really excites you, doesn't it.. Timmy? This isn't just about
having fun, is it? This is about what Kris can do to me, that you can't.
Isn't that right, Timmy?"

I opened my robe again and exposed my tits and pussy to Timmy.

Timmy (God I loved thinking of him as "Timmy" and, to my surprise, Timmy
obviously loved it too) stared at my heaving tits and hairy pussy. I
stepped closer to him and looked him straight in the eye, "You need this
don't you? You need another man to satisfy your wife. Pull don your
shorts Timmy." He bent and pulled his shorts down.

I looked into his eyes. There were almost tears in his eyes, but his
cock was rock hard. He was excited beyond belief that I had just
declared that he is not man enough to fulfill his wife's sexual needs
(even though it was not true). Why this excited him, I had no idea, but
seeing him so excited made me even more excited. My pussy was starting
to swell with anticipation.

I pushed his head down and without another word Timmy fell to his knees
and began to lick my cunt. I held him by the back of his head and thrust
my clit into his face. He moaned. After a few minutes, Timmy looked up,
his face glistening with my juices, then he bit my clit and I exploded,
once again literally shooting my cum into his mouth.

When I regained my composure, I said, "I am going to rest for a while.
I'll call you later and you can help me pick out what to wear tonight."

Later Timmy and I choose my outfit for the night. As I was dressing in a
casual silk blouse and a short skirt, I can only remotely describe the
feelings I was having at that time. On the one hand, I felt as if Tim
and I had entered a new, more open phase of our relationship. It really
was as if we were one person and that we shared one sexual appetite. In
a way I felt closer to Tim than ever before. On the other hand, I had a
sense of loss. My husband, who always satisfied in bed, would no longer
be able to do so, just because he (apparently) stopped believing that he
could. I was also very excited. Tim did not know that I wanted Kris. I
wasn't just doing this for Tim, I was doing this for me. I wanted to
fuck Kris. This made me feel like I was "cheating" on my husband, not
just playing a game.

The guilt started to get to me. "Tim, before we go any further I want to
be perfectly honest with you and if you don't want to continue then we
will cancel this evening with Kris. I want to assure you that I love you
with all of my heart. I have never cheated on you. You have always been
a very good lover and I will be happy if I am never with another man for
the rest of my life. But you also need to know that I do like Kris. I am
very excited at the prospect of having sex with him while you watch. I
will not do it if you do not want me to. This can all end here, right
now; and it will just be one more fun experience that we have shared.
However, once Kris arrives there is no turning back. It would be cruel
to tease our friend that way. Also, before we start, I need to know if
you want to do a threesome or if you just want to watch. Well, what do
you think?"

"I want to watch you have sex with Kris."

"Tim, tell me why. Before we do this I have to know why."

Tim looked down and did not say anything for two or three minutes, then
he said, "I love you. I have since the first moment I saw you. You are
the sexist woman I have ever known. When we were younger I felt like we
were a perfect match. But as I have grown older, well it seems that I am
getting older, but you just keep getting sexier and sexier." Tim
stopped, thought for another minute and continued, "Did you ever hear
the expression that a man wants a woman who is a cook in the kitchen, a
lady in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom? Well, I think most men
feel that way. The perfect wife is one who wants to be a whore just for
her husband. A whore that cums with wild abandon just for him. But as
time goes by, I guess, most couples loose some of the sexual edge. When
I saw you with Kris last night, I saw that edge again. I had so many
feelings. You see, you're not just my wife, you are my best friend. Last
night I was jealous that Kris, another man, could bring out the whore in
my wife. I was ecstatic to see my best friend so sexually excited. I was
humiliated that I didn't object to another man putting his cock in my
wife's mouth. I was overwhelmed by the sex act being played out before
my eyes. I was so confused. The only thing that I was sure about was
that my dick was as hard as it has ever been in my life. Did you see me
cum?"

"No, but I felt it. You came on my leg."

"Well, did you notice that I never even touched myself? I came without
any physical contact at all. That hasn't happened since I was 12 years
old! You know what else, I never went soft. After I came, I was still
hard. I came again when you were sitting on my face. Whether it was
another man bringing out the whore in my wife, or the excitement of
seeing my best friend enjoying a cock in her mouth, I don't know, but
all those mixed emotions produced the strongest orgasm I ever had in my
life. I would like to try it again. And from the way you reacted, I
think you enjoyed it as much as I did." Tim smiled, waiting for my
response.

I moved into Tim's arms and gave him a passionate kiss, "Ask me again
Timmy, ask me again to fuck Kris while you watch. You have to ask."

I roughly grabbed Timmy's hard cock through his shorts. He groaned and
said, "Please fuck Kris and make us cum like never before." "Gladly," I
said. Since he wanted to watch me be a whore, I continued, "And just
remember, I am doing this for me, because I want to cheat on my husband,
I want to fuck Kris." Timmy's cock jumped in my hand. I let go quickly
so that he would not cum. I laughed, "Come on Timmy, lets finish getting
dressed for my man."


	

When Tim came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. I said,
"Timmy, I laid clothes our for you on the bed." It was a simple pair of
tan cotton shorts and a clean T-shirt. Tim removed the towel and moved
to his dresser to get a pair of underpants, "No Timmy, wear just what I
laid out for you. No underwear. I want to be able to see your cock
moving under your shorts. And no hiding your erection. I want to see
your excitement. And no touching your cock. I want to see my 12 year old
boy cum in his pants." He smiled and pulled up the thin cotton shorts,
sans his Haines. I could clearly see the outline of the head of his cock
pressing against the material. "O.K., now get out of here and let me
finish," I said, "my lover will be here soon."

Tim left the room. I examined myself in the mirror. I thought I looked
good, but I did not look sexy. I don't have any sexy clothes. A few
minutes later I heard Kris come in the house. God I was nervous! My mind
was confused. How could Tim let me do this? Kris' wife fucked someone
else and he threw her out. That's what a man should do. That's what Tim
should do. Tim was a fool to let me do this. Well he is going to get
what he wants. The vision of last night popped back into my head. I was
excited. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I made a few quick
adjustments in my clothes then went to greet my lover, before I changed
my mind.

Based on last night, Kris must think that I dress this way all the time
at home, but Tim immediately noticed that I had removed my bra from
under my satin shirt. My dark nipples and the swaying motion of my
unencumbered tits caught their attention. I had also rolled my skirt up
so that it just went past my ass and pulled my shirt tails out to hide
the extra fabric around my waist. My normally conservative clothes had a
whole new look.

Kris smiled from ear to ear. I walked right over to Kris, ignoring my
husband, and gave Kris a very passionate kiss (I did not want Kris to
think this was all Tim's idea). As our lips parted I moved to his ear
and whispered, "I am so glad that Timmy asked us to make love. I can't
wait."

Kris, always a gentleman, said, "Me too, but are you sure this is
alright with Tim. This is so weird."

"Don't worry, Timmy is having the time of his life. His cock is like a
barometer, look, he's already hard."

Kris and I turned to Timmy who suddenly realized that we were looking at
him. His semi-hard cock was pushing out the cotton short. Timmy was
suddenly embarrassed to be in the room with Kris and me. He excused
himself and said he would be in the kitchen fixing dinner.

"Come on Kris, sit down and lets talk. I assure that I very much want to
make love to you. The only catch is that Tim wants to watch. You won't
believe how excited he gets and it excites me to do that to him. I don't
want to humiliate Tim or make him feel bad, but I do want to put on a
lusty show for him. Also there is no-one, absolutely no-one else in the
world that I would do this with but you. I have wanted you since our
"scuba buddy" days. If you will take me, I want to be your lover."

Again Kris smiled (he must know what that smile does to me), "Jonnie,
you are beautiful. I am honored to be your lover. I would gladly make
love to you in front of my grandmother if that is what you want. Just so
long as I know you want to be with me, I am here for you."

Then we kissed. And kissed some more. His lips then moved to my neck.
"Timmy," I called, "you better come in here. Kris and I are having an
appetizer."

Timmy entered, I looked him in the eye, then I forgot all about him.
Kris' lips had moved to the tops of my breasts. I helped him by
unbuttoning two buttons of my blouse, giving him access to my thrusting
nipples. Kris was cool.

He gently stroked and kissed my flesh without touching my sensitive
nipples. I was moving, trying to force my nipples into his mouth. When I
finally made contact, my pussy convulsed and I had a small orgasm. Kris
was now aggressively sucking my protruding nipple. I stole a glance at
Timmy. His mouth was wide open and his shorts were tented straight out.
At this angle Timmy could really only see Kris' head. I moved Kris to my
other tit so that Timmy could see my engorged nipple and the little love
bites left by Kris on my right tit. I then felt wicked and spread my
legs, exposing my naked and wet cunt to my husband. I wasn't wearing
panties. Timmy grabbed his cock. He saw me look at him and shake my head
"no."

Then I said, "Timmy, I think we better eat. We're going to need a lot of
energy for tonight."

At the table on the porch Kris and I sat next to one another, with Timmy
on the other side. Throughout the meal, Kris and I gently caressed and
fondled each other. I never re-buttoned my blouse, so my tits were
always falling out. My nipples never went soft. Eventually, I placed
Kris' hand between my legs. He smiled broadly when he discovered that I
was not wearing panties. Timmy also could see that Kris had discovered
what I had shown Timmy earlier. Timmy was hard all the time. His
erection was obvious whenever he got up for something, which I asked him
to do frequently. During dessert I unzipped Kris' pants and reached for
his cock. I ate dessert with one hand, while my other hand masturbated
Kris. Timmy could see what was happening through the glass table top.

When dessert was complete, I pulled Kris by his cock over to the couch.
Kris was standing there and I said, "I think its time that you get naked
Kris. Let me help." I turned my back to Timmy and began to undress Kris.
The whole time I was complimenting his body (I always did this for Tim
also), "Oh Kris, what a great body you have. So strong and firm. Oh... I
love your cock. It is so hard." Then I got on my knees and took him into
my mouth. I sucked him for only a minute (I did not want him to cum)
then I continued, "I need your cock inside me, right now, right here,
right in front of my husband. My husband wants you to fuck me. He can't
satisfy me. I need you to fuck me."

I obscenely laid back on the couch, pulled my dress up around my
waist(there is something so slutty when you have sex with your clothes
on), spread my legs, and pulled my tits out of my shirt and began to
pull on my nipples. Kris did not hesitate. He kneeled on the couch and
sunk a few inches of his cock into my very wet pussy. I am sure that
Kris could have shoved his entire cock into me at that point, I was so
wet, but he was teasing me. He would put in 3 or 4 inches, then pull out
again. In less than a minute, I was thrusting my hungry cunt at him,
trying to get more of his cock inside of me. "You need to be fucked
really bad, don't you Jonnie."

"Please stop teasing me. Fuck me!! Fuck me!!!"

Kris sank in a little more, but not enough. I surprised myself, I was
almost whining, "Come on FUCK ME!! NOW GODDAMN IT! FUCK ME!!!!!!"

Kris smiled and complied. "OHHHHHHHH. SO FUCKING GOOD. I LOVE YOUR COCK.
FUCK ME. NEVER STOP FUCKING ME. YOU ARE THE BEST. THE FUCKING BEST!!!!!"
At this point I was only thinking about my pleasure. I forgot all about
the fact that my husband was watching (I forgot I was even married). I
was just so hot, my entire world was exploding. Now I know objectively
that Kris is probably no better a lover than Tim (well maybe a little
better), but it was the situation. Getting dressed that afternoon, the
foreplay all through dinner, I was never so excited in my entire life. I
kept screaming for Kris to fuck me. Telling Kris that he is the best. I
was delirious.

To his credit, Kris lasted a long time (the blow job last night must
have helped). Then he was frantically pushing his cock all the way
inside me. I don't think that I was ever so wet or wide open. I had
already cum three time and was building towards another. Kris announced
that he was going to cum. I yelled, "Timmy, come here and watch. Watch
Kris cum in your wife."

I literally began to try to try to pull my nipples off of my tits. Kris
screamed and began to cum. I screamed and once again my pussy spasmed
and I began to squirt and cum. Timmy yelled. I turned my head and I
could see his cock twitching beneath his shorts. Within two seconds his
shorts were soaked, the stain spreading across the front. This sight
made me cum again.

Kris moved off of me after a minute. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed
the feel of my still quivering well fucked pussy. After about five
minutes, I looked at Timmy, who was still standing next to me, then to
Kris, and I said, "Can we do that again?"

"After that, I'll need some time. That was incredible," Kris said.

I closed my eyes and laid back for a few more minutes. When I opened my
eyes, Timmy was sitting in a chair across from me and Kris was at the
end of the couch. I said, "So are you hard yet Kris? Or do you need some
encouragement?"

Kris laughed, "I can always use some encouragement." I placed my hand
between my open legs and began to explore the mess that was my pussy.
After a minute I removed my fingers and raised them to my mouth, then I
turned to Timmy, and ever so slowly extended my tongue and licked at the
obvious fluids. "Ummmmmm delicious," I moaned. Then I stuck my fingers
back into my pussy and scooped up as much cum mixture as I could. This
time I shoved the fingers into my mouth and used them to fuck my mouth.
I was moaning more and repeated this two more times. Then I said, "Kris,
come here, let me suck your cock. I need your cock."

Kris moved to my head and presented his slimy cock to my lips. Once
again I stuck out my tongue and licked the precious fluid. Then I
swallowed his cock and let his hardening member fuck my mouth. I was
still playing with my pussy with one hand. I noticed that Timmy moved to
the end of the couch to watch me. He was hard again. I removed my mouth
from Kris' cock and said, "Timmy, lick my cunt, like you have done
before. I am asking you Timmy, do it."

I turned my attention back to Kris's cock. With my fingers I motioned
Timmy to my soaking cunt. Within a minute his tongue lightly caressed my
hard clit. Then he began to lap away. I spread my legs wider, then
clamped my thighs around his head, suffocating him with my overexcited
cunt. After a few more minutes when Kris was hard again, I released
Kris' cock and looked down at Timmy, then back to Kris and said, "He
just loves my cunt." I then looked back to Timmy and continued, "Timmy
do a good job. And Timmy, put a finger in my asshole, I want you to
stretch me out for Kris. Kris you just have to fuck me in the ass. I
have to feel your cock in my ass." Timmy complied. I went back to
sucking Kris' now hard cock.

Two minutes later I abruptly pulled away from Kris and Timmy and draped
myself over the arm of the couch. "Now Kris fuck my ass. I have been a
very bad girl, cheating on my husband. Spank me and fuck my ass!!" I
have to be honest, I have no idea where this came from. Like I said
before, I never really liked anal sex and I never asked Tim to spank me.
But I was not acting at the time either. I really wanted Kris to spank
me and fuck me in the ass.

Kris dove right in. No teasing this time. He just fucked me hard from
the start. I was screaming "More, more, more, fuck me more, harder, fuck
my ass," and on and on. (God, Tim was right, Kris really does bring out
the whore in me!). I motioned for Timmy to move down to me. When he did
I pulled his soaked shorts down, but I did not touch his cock. I just
looked at it. I wanted to watch him cum without touching him.

I finally came with one blood curdling scream. I felt Kris' seaman
shooting into my rectum. Then I saw Timmy's cock erupt, shooting his
cream in all directions. My pussy started to squirt all over the arm of
the couch (there is still a stain).

Kris removed himself. I got myself together and we collected his
clothes. I kissed him and said, "I think Tim and I need to talk. I hope
we can do this again."

"I hope so too. You are the best. Tim is a very lucky man."

I was hoping that Tim would feel that way too. Now that it was over,
would he regret it? I really hoped not. I wanted to do this again. I
liked having a husband and a lover.

I cleaned up and put on my robe. When I got back to the living room, Tim
was still lying on the couch, his eyes closed, his wet shorts still
around his ankles, and his soft cock lying on his leg. "Do you want to
talk now or later?" I asked.

"That was the most exciting time I have ever had in my entire life.
Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. You are the sexist woman on earth. I
love you."

"Ummmm, I love you too," I said as I moved into his arms.

That was six months ago. Kris stops by at least twice a week and we have
sex with Timmy watching. The situation never ceases to excite me. I have
cum more times, and better, in the last six months than in the rest of
my life combined. Tim and I only have conventional sex on occasion.
Mostly he likes to eat my cunt (whether it is full of cum or not) and to
masturbate. And if Timmy wants to fuck my cunt, well then he has to
ask... Kris, because my cunt now belongs to my lover.

Two days after our second get together, Kris telephoned me at work. "Hi
Jonnie..." he hesitated..."So how are you feeling...you know, about what
happened."

Without hesitation I said "Kris, I feel wonderful. The last few days
have been the most sexually exciting days of my life. I can't believe
how excited I get with you and Tim."

"Me too. I just... well... I'm wondering where we go from here. How does
Tim feel about all of this?"

"As I understand it, Timmy loves it. The way he explains it is that the
most sexually exciting thing for him is to see me go crazy. To see me
cum, scream and squirt. He considers us so close that my excitement is
his excitement. For whatever reason, he thought that you could excite me
more than he could... and he was right. I'm getting wet just talking to
you." I started to squirm, trying to rub my growing clit against my
chair. My fingertips stoked my hardening nipple.

"So, we will be seeing each other, making love more often?"

I was getting hot, "Anytime you want Kris. Just come over and take me. I
am yours for the fucking." I couldn't believe I said that... and at
work. But I meant it. I wanted Kris. Tim had made a big mistake. I
moaned thinking about fucking Kris.

"Jonnie, you dirty little slut, you're masturbating." I groaned. "Now
stop that right now. You'll get yourself fired." Kris laughed. "Listen,"
he continued, "seriously, I want to be your lover, but not at the
expense of your marriage or my friendship with Tim. Talk with Tim
tonight, if this is going to happen, everyone has to agree that we can
make love whenever we want. I don't want this to be just an occasional
thing for his entertainment. Tim has to want me to be your lover, to
accept me as your lover on our terms, not his. If this is going to
happen, I want to know that it makes Tim happy, not just hard. Talk to
him and let me know."



I surprised myself by answering, "Yes dear. I will call you tonight. I
love you."

Kris answered, "I love you too."

That night I relayed what Kris had said. "Well Tim, what do you think?"
I asked.

Thirty seconds went by, then Tim answered, "You want this don't you
Jonnie? You really need him. This all makes you incredibly hot, doesn't
it? Tell the truth."

I looked him straight in eyes and replied "Yes. However I will gladly
give it up unless it is what you want. You are the closest person in the
world to me. Kris cannot replace that. But if you want me, need me, to
have a lover, then yes I want Kris. I love the way this makes me feel
and I love Kris." There, I said it. All of my cards were on the table.
It was up to Tim.

Tim was gently panting. His right hand trembled when he reached for his
belt buckle. He unbuckled, then pulled on his zipper. His hands went to
his sides, then he pushed his pants and underwear down. His hard cock
popped free. With his pants around his ankles, he kneeled before be,
circled his arms around my hips and rested his head on my lower stomach.
Without looking up he said, "Jonnie, I want to be your husband... and
for Kris to be your lover."


	


I gently pushed his head to my public mound. I reached back to unzip my
dress, but Timmy moved my hands away and did it for me. He then lowered
my panties and licked my the top of my pussy. I was getting very wet
very fast. I needed more contact. I moved away and told Timmy to stand
up. I then directed him to our bedroom by grabbing his wet cock. I laid
him on the bed, leaving his pants around his ankles and his shirt on.
With my shirt still on I straddled his face. With my wet pussy only
inches from his face I said, "Timmy, do you take Jonnie as your lawful
wedded wife and Kris as her lover?"


"I do," he answered, and I pushed my pussy onto his waiting mouth. I
came withing seconds, wetting Timmy's face. But I wanted more. I
continued to ride Timmy's face. I did not realize it then, but this
would become my usual sexual position with Timmy, with me in the
dominant position, riding Timmy's face, him twitching beneath me, his
penis totally ignored by me. The second time I came, I really soaked
Timmy's face, ears and hair. He was such a mess I just had to laugh.
With Timmy in this condition I told him to call Kris and ask him to be
my lover. I handed him the phone, still sitting on his chest and
giggling at the sight of his cum soaked head, about to talk to my lover.
"Hi Kris, I just wanted you to know that Jonnie and I talked it over. I
want you to be her lover... Yes, I understand your concerns. I really
want this. I think it will be best for all of us." Watching my husband
ask another man to be my lover, with his face soaked in my juices was
just too much. I scooted my pussy back up to his mouth and took the
phone away.

"Kris, Timmy can't talk anymore, I am so hot I just had to have him eat
my pussy some more. So are you satisfied that Timmy really wants you to
be my lover? He is so excited. God you should see him. He can't get
enough of eating my pussy and his cock is twitching like crazy. He
definitely wants me to have a lover." And with that, Timmy came. His
life as my cuckold had begun.


	

Over the next few months our lives as a unique threesome evolved. By his
nature Kris is not an arrogant or dominant person. He is, however, very
self assured and relaxed. He never wanted to humiliate Tim (which I
think Timmy would enjoy). He wanted Tim to enjoy our affair, but Kris
would not share me. When Kris was in the house, I was his woman, when
Kris left, Timmy was my obedient husband licking my sore cum filled
pussy, sometimes having sloppy seconds or, to my surprise he would often
and masturbating for his own relief. If Kris was gone for a few days,
then Tim would fuck me like old times. It was... comfortable, but never
exciting the way it was with Kris.

Most of the changes were very subtle. Kris didn't just want to fuck me,
he liked being with me. When he would come over to the house, usually
twice a week, we would have dinner together, watch some TV, maybe play a
board game together, then make love while Timmy watched. At fist I did
not even notice, but over time I realized that Kris always sat at the
head of the table. He would sit in Tim's chair. Kris would decide what
to watch on TV. I even started to ask Kris what he wanted for dinner on
the nights he ate with us. In other words, Kris was the man of the house.


Besides these subtle changes, the first real shift in our relationship
was when Kris arrived one night and announced "Tim, I've been thinking a
lot about something that we need to discuss. I just received an
invitation to my cousin's wedding in New Jersey. I want Jonnie to come
as my guest. I know that we have always had sex with you present, but
that is not how real lovers act. I would never do anything in this Town
to embarrass you, but lovers often go out of town to spend a romantic
weekend and I think Jonnie and I deserve that, don't you?"

I could see the confusion on Tim's face. I was just about to break in
and tell Kris 'no,' when Tim spoke up, "Yes, yes you do deserve that.
I've been selfish. You should not be stuck in this house all of the time."

I was shocked, and perhaps a little disappointed. It had always been the
three of us, an unconventional threesome, but always a threesome. Now my
husband was consenting to me going off with another man. For the fist
time I wanted to humiliate my husband. "Timmy, thank you so much." I
said "As much fun as it is to have you watch us, Kris and I need our
time together. But don't worry sweetheart, when I get home I will make
sure that Kris leaves a big load of his cum for you to lick from my pussy."

"What?" Cried Kris.

"Haven't I told you before darling, Timmy doesn't just want to watch, he
loves to eat your spent semen from my stretched cunt." God I was pouring
it on. "Timmy, let's show Kris how much you love my cream pie." With
that I strutted over to Kris, kneeled and started to suck his cock. When
he was hard I laid on my back and cried, "Come on Kris, fill me with
your cum for my cumsucking husband. Fuck me, fuck me. Show Timmy how a
man pleases a woman."

And fuck me he did. After only a few minutes he came. I almost pushed
Kris off and beckoned Timmy, "Come on Timmy, get it while it is nice and
fresh" and I lewdly spread my legs and lifted my ass to present the
feast to my hubby. Timmy's true nature erupted as he dove into my pussy.
He ate like a wild man. When he could not get any more, he flipped me
over and I sat on his face, letting more cum drain into his mouth.

Our relationship had changed forever. There was no going back. Kris was
my man. Timmy was my wimp, a cuckold. One again the changes were subtle.
Kris no longer asked Tim's opinion. He just did whatever he wanted with
me. We frequently went out together without Tim. When Kris slept over
(which he rarely did before this) he stayed in my bed. Timmy slept in
the guest room. When we were together, Timmy waited on us like a
servant. He made no demands.

When Kris was not around, Tim still tried to play a man. He would try to
fuck me like a husband, but it was too late. I was no longer interested
in him as a man, only as my friend who soothed my sore pussy after my
lover fucked me like a man should. So just a few weeks before I wrote
the first part of the story Timmy and I had this conversation.

"Timmy come here." I called. I was sitting on a foot rest, he naturally
sat on the floor, looking up at me. "Timmy, we have to talk. When this
started with Kris, it thought it would be a wild threesome. But to have
a threesome, we need two men and me. We are one may short. Over the last
few months you have made it very clear that you do not wish to be a man.
You really just want to be a boy, living out his sexual fantasies
through a sexually mature couple, Kris and me. You no longer satisfy me
sexually and letting you put your little boy penis in my woman's cunt
seems... inappropriate. Now I realize that you occasionally need to
relieve yourself, most boys do, and that sometimes masturbation is not
enough. But that decision should be up to Kris and me, not a boy. We
should decide when you are allowed to have intercourse and you should
always tell me when you want to masturbate so I can decide if you are
doing it too much. Timmy look at me, do you understand?"

Timmy looked up and his whole body shook. I could see the wet spot
forming on the front of his pants. His journey to becoming a cuckold was
almost complete. In that instant I wondered how he would feel about
cleaning Kris' cock, the way he cleans my pussy, after Kris and I fuck.
Perhaps that will be the next story.

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