Author’s Note: This is the first of four parts of a sequel to my Thanksgiving story, Amy Gets Stuffed on Thanksgiving Eve While Her Husband Watches. You don’t have to read that story to enjoy this one, but you’ll have a lot more fun if you do.


I’m not surprised to see the Facebook friend request from Rob. I am surprised it took him 2 weeks to send it. I guess he’s trying to play it cool. We haven’t spoken since the night we got reacquainted in my parents’ basement, and he’s probably been wondering what it meant because I’d like to think this was Rob’s first time fucking a woman in front of her husband. He might think we never want to see him again, which is probably how many couples would react. They have their wild night, get it out of their systems, and move on like it never happened. Kevin and I are not like a lot of couples.
My husband, Kevin, has also been trying to play it cool since that night and failing miserably. We woke up the next morning on Thanksgiving and he didn’t say a word about what had happened. I started to think I’d hallucinated fucking my high school boyfriend for the first time in over 20 years, but the soreness between my legs confirmed it happened. A girl doesn’t take a monster cock like Rob’s and forget about it. But Kevin was his normal, sweet self around the kids and my family. He didn’t even throw a wink in my direction. I started to believe he thought it was all a horrible mistake and that I was a terrible slut, and wanted to forget it happened.
I was starting to panic a little inside by the time we went to bed that night. I’d had too much wine in an effort to calm my nerves and it loosened my tongue.
“Do you think I’m ruined?” I blurted as he pulled the bed sheets down.
I had already changed into the shorts and tank top that’s my typical sleepwear. My boobs were spilling out as they usually did, and I didn’t even catch Kevin staring.
“What are you talking about, Amy?”
“Last night. You haven’t said a word about what happened. Do you think I’m ruined because of Rob?”
“Oh god, no. We’ve been around your family all day, Amy. I didn’t think you wanted me to bring it up at Thanksgiving dinner. Hey, Amy, here’s the stuffing. By the way, did you like getting stuffed by Rob last night?”
“So, you don’t think I’m ruined?”
Kevin laughed. “Is the idea here that Rob is so huge that your pussy is destroyed or that he just fucked you so good that you’re ruined for all other men?”
“Don’t make fun of me!”
We both climbed into bed. It was a tight fit because it was the double bed in my old childhood bedroom, and we were used to our king-sized bed at home. Kevin wanted me even closer and pulled me into his arms. We kissed, lingering and lovingly.
“I do not think you’re ruined, Amy. I think I love you even more after last night. I hope that doesn’t sound insane, but I feel like you gave me an incredible gift. You trusted our love enough to cut loose and really give yourself to Rob. It let me see a side of you that a man doesn’t usually get to see from his wife. You know I’ve got a thing about your sexual past and getting to see it come to life before my eyes was wild, Amy. The only thing I’m worried about is that you think I’m a freak now.”
“I don’t think you’re a freak, honey. I’ll confess, I don’t fully understand why you wanted that, but I love you, and I don’t need to understand it to accept it, because I accept you. And I do trust you. I trust you with my life. I feel like you gave me the gift, honey. I probably shouldn’t want another man, but Rob’s always had this effect on me. You let me have something most wives wouldn’t get to experience. Most husbands would be calling a divorce lawyer now. I feel funny saying this to you, but last night was incredible.”
“I want to hear everything you felt, Amy. That’s part of the thrill for me. You’re not going to hurt my feelings if you tell me how hard Rob made you come. I saw it!”
“It was so incredible, honey. I want to say it’s like no time passed and we were right back there in high school, but that’s not true. I may have felt like that schoolgirl who couldn’t get enough of Rob, but he was different, better. He’s an even better lover now, and I think because I’ve had more experience, I appreciate it even more than I could have then. And yeah, honey, he made me come hard. But what made it even better was having you there. I loved having you watch me. Maybe that’s the flip side of what you feel.”
“I’ve always said we’re the perfect match.”
“We are, honey. You don’t need to worry about me running off with Rob.”
“It never even occurred to me.”
“Did you have a favorite part?” I put my hand in his pajama pants and grasped him when I asked because I saw them tenting out. Kevin was into all that talk of Rob making me come hard.
“God, so many things, Amy. It’s hard to separate it out. I wish I’d thought to record it on my phone.”
“No way! I can’t have that out there!”
“Thought you trusted me? Anyway, seeing you two making out made me feel so many weird things. Feeling them, all together was intoxicating. Seeing you swallow that giant cock was impressive. But I have to say, I can’t believe you let him shove it in your ass.”
“I was wondering when you’d bring that up. I guess you’re going to want my ass now?”
“You can’t tell me you don’t like it anymore.”
“Maybe, but you’re not getting it tonight.”
“You’re not going to let me fuck you in the ass with your parents down the hall?”
“No, but you can still have your way with me.”
“I wonder how many times I’ll have to fuck you in this bed to catch up with Rob?”
“We’re only here a couple of times a year, honey. You’re never catching up. But it’ll be fun letting you try.” I pulled off my tank top.
Kevin shimmied out of his pajama pants. “Tell me again how you used to scream into your pillow when Rob fucked you in this bed…”
I don’t accept Rob’s friend request right away. I could claim it’s because I want to play hard to get. It’s not because I’m worried Kevin would be angry. He’d probably be angry that I didn’t try to friend Rob first. He’s been asking if I’ve heard from my ex-boyfriend, and he’s been disappointed that I haven’t.
The real reason I hesitate is that I know what it means. A smart woman would avoid that temptation, and I like to think I’m pretty smart. That night with Rob is best left in the past. I fulfilled my husband’s craziest fantasy and had a blast doing it, but going back there ever again is tempting fate, and accepting Rob’s friend request on Facebook is the first step in going back there. I’m realistic enough to know Rob and I can never be just friends. We live 4 hours apart, so it’s not like I’m going to run out for a quickie with him, but we will be back in my old hometown in just a couple of weeks for Christmas.
I accept. It was inevitable, but I feel better for thinking it through first. And it doesn’t make me look too eager to reconnect. Our new Facebook friendship doesn’t reveal anything new. His profile is an open book and I’ve been Facebook stalking him for years. Not daily, but often enough. I knew he was separated from his wife before I saw him again. But Rob now has full access to my life. I keep my profile locked down to friends and he would have been out of luck if he’d tried to keep tabs on me before.
Kevin tries to be casual when I tell him about it. He smiles and says something like, “Oh, that’s great. I thought you two would reconnect after Thanksgiving.” I don’t need to touch his jeans to know the news makes him instantly hard. He’s thinking about Rob’s dick reconnecting with my pussy. Kevin leaves it there, and that’s why I love him so much. I know a lot of guys with his obsession would be pressuring me to jump right back into bed — or onto the couch in my case — with Rob, but my husband leaves me to move at my own pace. And if this doesn’t go anywhere with Rob again, Kevin will be disappointed, but he’ll let it go.
It doesn’t take long for Rob to move on from idle chit-chat and catching up to flirting. I’d like to think I don’t encourage it, but I don’t discourage it either. I’ll confess, I found the catching up, pretending we’re just two old friends reconnecting online frustrating. The whole time I was telling him about kids’ soccer games and my career, or hearing about what he has going on at the firehouse, I was thinking about how it felt to kiss him after all those years, and how our bodies felt together. I thought about how he made me come — twice — before he even put his dick in me. But I pretended to be a well-adjusted, good wife and mom and behave myself that first week or so while we eased back into each other’s lives and talked all around that thing we did in my parents’ basement on Thanksgiving Eve. I wait for Rob to broach the subject.
[Rob] how are you hotter than you were in high school?
[Amy] I’d kill to have my 18-year-old ass again
[Rob] Your ass is so much better now. Loved grabbing on to that thing
[Amy] loved having my ass grabbed. Loved feeling your hands on my body again
[Rob] I want it again. Wish that night didn’t have to end.
[Amy] Me too. Can you still go all night?
[Rob] let me prove it to you
[Amy] You know I’m still married, right?
[Rob] Your husband doesn’t seem to mind
[Amy] Did he tell you that?
I have to ask because I still don’t quite believe that Kevin didn’t tell Rob to fuck me that night before we left the bar. Kevin denies it, but everything just went down too smoothly like it was a setup.
[Rob] Didn’t have to. I saw the look on his face while it was going down. I got a vibe from him at the bar, but I wasn’t sure he was one of those guys until he told you to kiss me. I knew it was on then 😁
[Amy] one of what guys?
[Rob] guys who like to watch their wives fuck other men. Cucks.
[Amy] Kevin is NOT a cuck. He has a thing about me acting slutty, but it doesn’t make him less of a man. If you can’t understand that I don’t think you understand us
[Rob] sorry Amy. Didn’t mean to offend you. I don’t know much about all that except what I’ve seen in porn. You guys will have to teach me
[Amy] How do we do that?
[Rob] Let’s fuck again. No reason we can’t if Kevin is down with it. Can’t stop thinking about how good your mouth felt on my dick
[Amy] mmm, that was a lot of fun. I love a good challenge. It’s a shame you’re 4 hours away
[Rob] You need to come home to see your parents. Don’t you miss them?
[Amy] 😂 not as much as I miss your dick
I should have expected the photo that popped up in Messenger. Rob has never been shy. There was his giant cock in all its glory. His pubes being all trimmed down made it look even bigger, and that made it much easier to suck him. Rob is so hard in the photo like he’s ready to put it right inside me. I get wet just looking at it. I want to feel Rob inside me again.
[Amy] is that all for me?
[Rob] I get hard every time I think about you
[Amy] I’m so wet remembering how that thing felt
[Rob] you need it just like you always did
[Amy] I do. Kevin takes good care of me, but I need to feel your dick again
[Rob] I can’t wait for you to come back to town
[Amy] I’ll talk to Kevin about it
[Rob] Show me how much you want me
[Amy] If you were here, I’d fall to my knees and worship your dick. I want to make you come in my mouth this time
[Rob] You always did love to swallow. Loved it on your face too.
[Amy] I think YOU loved coming on my face, but you can come anywhere you want if you give me that dick again
[Rob] Fuck Amy. I love how hot you are. Send me pictures babe
[Amy] That would be crazy. I can’t have that out there
[Rob] You know you can trust me. I care about you. I want to see that sexy body again
[Amy] I’ll think about it. And make sure it’s okay with my husband
I don’t have to think about it for long. I know it’s stupid to send nudes to Rob, but it’s so hot to think about doing it that I can’t resist. I love knowing how much he wants me. Just thinking about it has me soaked. Rob knows just how to bring out my inner dirty girl. I can’t believe I just told him I wanted to worship his dick.
It’s late afternoon on a Sunday when I’m messaging with Rob, and he’s got me so worked up that I can’t wait for Kevin to ravish me in bed tonight. I need relief now. I don’t even go up to the bedroom but slip into the laundry room and close the door behind me. The kids are on their devices and Kevin is glued to football. No one will notice if mommy’s gone for a few minutes.
The dryer has kicked into a high spin cycle, creating enough noise to let me come without biting a towel — I hope. I shimmy down my rust-colored jogger leggings and my panties drag down with them. The dryer gives me a nice vibration when I lean against it. I couldn’t get off on it, but it feels good.
I’m drenched and my fingers slide through my hot pink furrow. Two fingers slip right inside me like they have a mind of their own. At first, I close my eyes and focus on my pleasure, but this arousal isn’t about me. I fumble one-handed for my phone and pull up the dick pic Rob sent me. God, that thing is a monster. I gasp, remembering how amazing it felt to be stretched open by him and add a third finger to my hungry pussy. I usually get myself off by stroking my clit, but today I want to feel filled. I can’t do what Rob did to my pussy, but I can try.
The humming dryer isn’t quite loud enough to cover my growing moans. I turn around and bite the sleeve of my sweatshirt, depositing the phone on the top of the vibrating appliance so I can stare at that cock I so desperately need. I imagine Rob surprising me in the laundry room and bending me over just like this so he can rail me from behind. I hear my wetness as I thrust my fingers in and out. Being bent over takes my mind to when Rob claimed my ass again after so many years. I still can’t believe my husband sat back while my ex-boyfriend savaged my backdoor.
I won’t finger my own ass, but I can still feel that incredible fullness. I swore Rob was going to rip me in two, but I shoved my butt back at him anyway. It’s enough, and I savagely grunt through my mouthful of sleeve while my orgasm tears through me like a wrecking ball. My knees go weak, and I sag against the dryer. Oh my god! I haven’t made myself come that hard in ages.
I’m shaky when I straighten and pull up my leggings, but I can’t stop smiling. I even laugh at how silly I seem. I should text Rob and tell him I had to get myself off, but I don’t want to hand him that much power. He already has enough. Rob didn’t think twice about demanding nude photos. He knew he’d get them. But I really do need to check with Kevin. I’m not sending nude pictures to another man behind his back. I’ll ask, but I already know the answer.


Amy Gets Her Stocking Stuffed on Christmas Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. II

“Rob asked me to send him pictures,” I casually that night at bedtime.
“Yeah? I guess you guys have been catching up,” Kevin replies, his eyes staying on the TV on top of our dresser, and he keeps his voice neutral. I’m not deceived.
“Just talking about what we’re up to, the kids, people we used to know. It’s fun reliving old times.”
“I bet it is. You guys had a blast reliving those old times when we saw him.”
“You had a good time too, as I recall.”
“You know I think about it all the time.”
Kevin finally looks away from the TV to see I’m wearing a red see-through lace teddy with a plunging neckline and crisscross straps in the back instead of my usual bedtime wear. He turns off the TV.
“You’re not the only one. Rob said he can’t wait to see me again.”
“He’d lose it if he saw you like that, Amy.”
“He wants pictures. Look, honey.”
I pass him my phone, but he hesitates before looking.
“Are you sure you want to share this with me? I don’t want to invade your privacy.”
“I don’t have any secrets from you.”
Kevin laughs. “You never told me you loved it in the ass.”
“You know what I mean! Give me my phone back.”
I playfully reach to take it away, and he swats my hands back. Kevin scrolls through my chats with Rob and his expression reveals when he reaches the good part. I pull his pajama pants down while he reads and his cock pops right up.
It’s not the monster in Rob’s pants, but I love what my husband has. He’s at least average and it’s got this slight curve that always hits the right spot. More importantly, he knows how to use it. I stroke him while he reads.
“Damn, Amy. I’d love to see him blow a load all over your face.”
“Why do both of you guys want to see me take it on my face?”
“Because it’s so slutty. You know why, Amy.” He groans when I squeeze him tighter.
“I guess I do. And I like that you guys like it so much. Maybe I’ll let him do it if we see him again.”
I know I should find it demeaning, but it turns me on knowing it does it for my guys.
“That would be so hot, Amy.”
“I could do it for you, or would you rather wait and see Rob blast it all over my face?”
“I want to see it…”
“Should we share some photos with Rob?”
“Yeah, Amy. I think he’s earned it.”
I laugh. “That’s one way of putting it.”
Kevin guides me through a series of poses on the bed. I love posing for my husband, but what really gets my pussy wet is knowing my ex-boyfriend is going to see the pictures. Kevin’s dick bobs in front of him as he moves around me and it’s difficult to resist the temptation to play with it. I just want to grab it and make him put it inside me. Posing has me so horny.
I strip out of my lingerie after the first series of photos. My heart races knowing Rob will have fully nude photos of me — not just teases. He never even had those back in the day. He wanted to take Polaroids, but I told him no way. I get into striking the poses Kevin suggests, but I’m also conscious of how my 43-year-old body looks and try to present my best angle to the camera. My boobs have always been big, but they got even larger after two kids, which means they don’t just stand up the way they did when I was with Rob as a teenager. He saw them that night we were together, but that was while we were fooling around in a dimly lit basement. These photos will be forever. I push my tits up and out with my arms or get them hanging at the perfect angle, leaning forward before I let Kevin snap.
“You like posing for him. This has you all fired up,” Kevin says, moving around behind me. I’m up on all fours.
“I like posing for both of you. I’m lucky to have two hot guys who want to fuck me.”
“More than two guys want to fuck you, Amy. I bet half my friends would take a shot if they thought they could get away with it.”
I look back over my shoulder and say, “You’d better be getting good shots back there, honey. I don’t want my ass looking huge.”
“Your ass is perfect. Everyone stares at your ass.”
“When they aren’t staring at my tits. Which of your friends want to fuck me?”
Kevin laughs. “I’m afraid if I tell you that you’ll try to add them to your stable.”
“Hey! You make me sound like a total slut!”
“I just know how much you like to fuck, Amy. Having a front-row seat to it was so different from being part of it. You have no idea how incredible that was.”
“You really are into this. You love all this, Rob fucking me, men wanting me.”
“What was your first clue? Now get on your back and spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.”
I lay on my back with my knees bent and my legs spread. Kevin gets in close and snaps away. I’m glad I shaved for this. I’m smooth, except for a little landing strip above my lips. Those lips are parted and glistening. Rob will be able to see how excited I am. I reach down and rub my slick furrow while Kevin snaps his pictures. I can’t help myself.
“Fuck, Amy. That’s hot. He’s going to lose his mind.”
“You need to put my phone down and fuck me, honey.”
“Not until you send some pictures. Don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“Are you afraid he’s going to lose interest?”
“Never. Twenty years passed and he still wanted to get up your skirt.”
We compromise and I sit on top of my husband’s cock while I chose some photos to send to Rob. We’re both so ready no foreplay is necessary. Good thing I’m a great multitasker. I slowly rock on that wonderful shaft while I shoot off a few snaps. Kevin loves seeing me tease my ex-boyfriend like that and holds my hips to guide me to move on him. I sent a couple of lingerie shots, a great shot of my tits, and one of those pussy shots. I don’t like the way my butt looks, so those are out.
“You love being a tease,” Kevin accuses.
“Do you think so?”
“I haven’t seen you this excited since that night. And I’ve never seen you that horny, Amy.”
My hands flatten on his stomach, and I start riding harder. Kevin isn’t a hard body like Rob, but I love his dad bod. Kevin is more teddy bear than fuck machine, which is fine with me. You enjoy a fuck machine for a night. You marry the teddy bear. I don’t want my husband to think I’m just all about Rob.
“I’m very horny for you, honey. You rock my world. Can’t you feel how much I need it?” I tighten myself around him and grind hard. I swear I feel Kevin throb inside me and it’s so good.
“We both know this isn’t all for me. You’re wet because you teased Rob. You’re thinking about how hard you just made him.” Kevin doesn’t sound angry. It’s the opposite. He’s thrilled that I want Rob.
“I do, honey,” I reply, leaning into his fantasy. “I hope he’s jerking off to me right now.”
“I know he is, Amy. If he was here…”
“He’d pull me off you and take me for himself. God, he’d bend me over and punish me for teasing him.”
“You want him to punish that pussy!”
“Yesss…oh god yesss…”
Kevin’s fingers dig into my haunches, and he drives up into me. I want him to make me come. I need it.
“Uhn…Aim…can’t way to see it…gonna make you scream…”
“Make me scream, honey. You make me scream,” I pant. I’m getting close.
My phone buzzes. I ignore it. I need to come. I want Kevin to ignore it and focus on me, but he grabs my phone. He grins at the message and shows it to me. That’s what I’m talking about Amy. Love seeing you so wet. Can’t wait to take care of that pussy. Show me more!
I want to focus on my husband, but the text from Rob makes that impossible. All I can think about now is how much Rob wants me and how hard he’s going to fuck me next time I see him. He didn’t see the mom or the busy professional when he looked at those pictures. He just saw a woman he wants to fuck. Rob is as hot for me as ever. I love my husband, but another man desiring me like that is so different. It pierces me to the core.
I lean forward and slam down on Kevin. The bed protests beneath us, but I don’t how care much of a racket it makes. I don’t even worry about waking the kids down the hall. I need that orgasm. Mommy needs to come! Kevin grabs my hanging tits with both hands and manhandles them. I love the aggression all this brings out in him. He isn’t the only one seeing a new side of their spouse. Kevin and I lock eyes and I know we’re both fantasizing about the same thing — Rob fucking me raw. I come so hard I scream.
Kevin covers my mouth with his hand. I can’t breathe and try to bite him. He smacks me. It’s not intentional — he would never hit me — he’s just scrambling to keep me quiet. But the smack kicks my orgasm into overdrive. My whole body shudders as burning pleasure spikes through me. Kevin covers my mouth again, holding the back of my head this time. I howl into his hand and get dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I’m seeing stars when he finally releases my mouth.
I’m a woman possessed. Before Kevin can finish, I slide off of him and stuff his cock in my mouth. I’ve been blowing him a lot more since Rob — another fringe benefit of letting my ex-boyfriend fuck me. I don’t tell him that it’s much easier to suck him after struggling with Rob’s big dick. I bury my nose in Kevin’s pubes and he fucks my throat — which only lasts 10 seconds.
The first spurt hits the back of my throat and I pull back, jerking his slick shaft. The next shot goes up into my hair, while the next shoots across my nose. The last, weak one paints my lips. I use his head to smear it all over them like I’m putting on lipstick.
“Jesus Christ, Amy. You’ve never been hotter. Goddam it. Where has this bobcat been all these years?”
“I just needed to be reminded she’s in there.”
“Rob’s dick reminded you.” Do I hear the faintest hint of resentment?
“I love doing this for you, honey. It’s not just about him. It never could be.”
“But he does something special to you, Amy. It’s okay. I like seeing what he does to you.”
“Tell me if that changes. You’re the one who matters.”
Kevin snatches my phone from the bed and snaps another picture. His load is all over my face and his dick is in front of my lips. He hastily types and I hear that familiar sound.
“Did you just send that?”
“He’s going to love it.”
“Kevin! That’s not the same as a regular nude! I can’t believe you did that!”
The phone beeps with a reply. Kevin reads it and laughs. “He obviously knows this side of you better than I do.”
“Show me!”
That’s the Amy I know. You do love it. Looks like Kevin had a good time. Tell him I can’t wait for my turn.
“I’m not a toy you two are passing back and forth! Give me my phone!”
“I think you’d love being passed around.”
“Don’t get any ideas!”
I go into the bathroom to clean up and take my phone with me. I should out Kevin and tell Rob I didn’t send that last, filthy photo, but I like Rob thinking I did it. I’m mad at Kevin for sending the facial photo without asking me, but I’m secretly thrilled he did. I’ve always loved being a dirty girl for Rob. But I need to remind both of my guys I’m still in charge.
[Amy] you’d better behave if you want a turn mister
[Rob] tell me what you need. I’m all yours babe
[Amy] that’s what a girl wants to hear
[Rob] you’re the queen Amy. It’s your world. Kev and I are just living in it
[Amy] I’d say your silver tongue is dropping my panties, but I’m not wearing any
[Rob] show me!
I know, it’s counter to what I just yelled at my husband for, but I’m the one making this decision. I pose in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and snap a photo of my freshly fucked pussy. The wrongness of it sends a chill up my spine.
[Rob] you’re killing me Amy
[Amy] good. I need to go and clean up. Have fun with your pictures
Kevin is still up when I come out and get back into bed, scrubbed clean, and changed into my normal jammies. I snuggle into him. The heat of my body makes his dick twitch back to life. I love that I can have this effect on my husband after 16 years of marriage. I reach for him, and he grows in my hand.
“He liked that picture, didn’t he?”
“That’s not the point. I can’t believe you did that.”
“You just looked so hot I had to share it with him. He was part of it, even if he wasn’t here. He deserved a reward.”
“You really think that?”
“It’s easy to just think of him as a stunt dick, Amy. But Rob is a living, breathing person. I think it’s hotter if we bring him more into our games.”
“Having another man in our marriage isn’t a game, honey. It’s not dangerous like I’d ever leave you, but it just feels risky. Like we’re playing with fire.”
“And I love the heat, Amy. So do you.”
“But I don’t want to get burned.”
“You worry too much.”
“I just don’t get how you’re so free with my body.”
“You’re my fantasy girl, Amy, and now you’re making my fantasy come true. What’s not to love?”
“So, you definitely want to keep this going? You want us to see Rob again?”
“We’ll be back there in just a couple of weeks. I think it could be even hotter this time if we set something up. We can take our time.”
“You’re such a bad influence, honey. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”
Kevin is fully hard again and I stroke him faster. His breathing is heavy.
“I’m only encouraging you to do what you want, Amy. And we both know you want it.”
He pushes a hand into my shorts and I’m as wet as ever. I groan when his fingers push inside me. It’s like we’re newlyweds again. We were down to maybe once a week — or a couple of times a month — but now we can’t keep our hands off each other. I wiggle out of my shorts.
“It’s so sweet that you’re always thinking of me, honey.”
“I’m just a great guy,” he says, laughing.
“Then give me what I want right now.”
Kevin rolls on top of me and slips right in. My legs lock around him and our bodies move together perfectly like they always have. God, I love this man.
“He makes you so hot…just thinking about his huge dick…”
“Fuck me, honey,” I pant.
“Yeah…Amy…you need it…”
“I do…ahh…harder…”
“Need that huge dick…”
“Yesss…give it to me…yesss…”
“Say it, Amy…fuck me…fuck me Rob…”
We’re there again. Kevin’s right. It’s like my ex-boyfriend is in our marriage now somehow, but I can’t blame Kevin’s obsession. I want this as much as my husband. God help me, I’m becoming obsessed with Rob too.
“Fuck me…fuck me Rob…fuck me so hard…I need it baby…”
We come together and it’s so intense. Kevin and I meld in that moment, and it doesn’t matter that Rob was the catalyst. We hold each other, panting and kissing, loving each other. I’ll see Rob again at Christmastime, and he’ll fuck me silly, and my husband will love every second of it. Part of me will still worry that I’m being torn between two lovers and that I can’t serve both of them equally, but if I start to get worried that Rob could come between Kevin and me, I’ll remember this perfect moment when Kevin and I are one and I’ll always end up back in my husband’s arms.



Amy Gets Her Stocking Stuffed on Christmas Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. III


We get into my parents’ the day before Christmas and our lives are a whirlwind of activity. There are gifts to wrap and cookies to bake, and even the tree to decorate. My mom always keeps some of the ornaments off the tree so the kids can help her finish it. Christmas feels magical in my parents’ old Victorian house. On Christmas Eve, close friends and family gather in front of the roaring fireplace after church for a quiet party. I love the chance to catch up with the people I haven’t seen all year. My parents’ friends are like aunts and uncles to me. My best friend from high school, Brooke, is there, with her husband and kids. And this year, Rob is there too.
My parents are surprised to see my high school boyfriend after so many years. Kevin takes the lead in explaining that we ran into Rob at Thanksgiving and invited him along tonight. They always loved Rob and greet him warmly. I’m not going to say my mom had a thing for him — because that would be gross — but she does give him a tight, lingering hug that lets her enjoy the feel of his hard body. My dad ushers Rob away to pour him a drink. I hope my parents’ obvious affection for Rob doesn’t make Kevin feel bad, but he did get the girl in the end, didn’t he? Brooke gives me a raised eyebrow when she sees Rob.
“What is he doing here?” Brooke asks in hushed tones the moment she pulls me aside.
“He and Kevin hit it off, and Kevin invited him.”
“Rob and Kevin hit it off? You don’t find that weird?”
“No,” I answer defensively. Brooke has no idea just how weird it is.
“There was chemistry between you two at Thanksgiving. I know I wasn’t imagining it. Do you think it’s a good idea that Rob is hanging around?”
“What are you implying, Brooke?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m saying it. That man still wants to fuck you, and I got the distinct impression that might be into it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I, Amy?”
“What kind of a slut do you think I am? I’m not going to fuck Rob behind my husband’s back.” See what I did there?
“I know you love Kevin. I’m not saying you’d do something, but it is tempting fate. Can you really tell me you’re not tempted?”
“Would you be?”
Brooke looks over at Rob, standing by the bar and talking to my dad and Kevin. All the men in my life gathered in one place. I don’t even want to know how that conversation is going. Rob looks hot. His sweater would look dorky on anyone else, but the way it’s stretched over his muscles works. His tight jeans feature all his assets, front and back. Brooke eyes him up like she was just released from prison.
“I’m tempted right now, Aim. That man is perfect. He’s sexier now than when you two were screwing in high school. If I thought I had a shot…”
“You’d cheat on Brian?”
Brooke keeps staring at Rob looking like her mouth is watering. “Would anyone find out?”
“Brooke!”
“I’m just saying, Brian can’t be hurt by what he doesn’t know.”
“You’re awful. I know you’d never cheat.”
“Okay, maybe I couldn’t live with the guilt. But you never answered me. How tempted are you, on a scale of 1 to 10.”
“He is so hot, Brooke. But I would never cheat on Kevin.” Again, I manage to avoid lying.
“It’s a shame you can’t have them both. Am I right, Aim?”
“Heh heh. Yeah, that would be great.”
“Anyway, I wouldn’t let Rob hang around too long. He’ll get ideas, and you might find out just how tempted you are.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Brooke.”
I laugh to myself. Rob already has plenty of ideas and I’m dying to try all of them.
My mother dispatches me to the kitchen with a stack of dirty plates. It’s at the back of the house, far removed from the parlor at the front where we’re entertaining the guests. I turn with clean plates to return to the party and there’s Rob in the doorway, grinning like the big, bad wolf. I come dangerously close to him, expecting Rob to move from my path. Instead, he points up at the mistletoe hanging above us.
Rob cuts off my pithy remark with a deep soul kiss. It’s so hot that I moan against his lips. I’ve been dreaming about this kiss for weeks. The plates almost slip to shatter on the floor when I suck on his questing tongue. An arm around my waist pulls me tight against him. His other hand cradles the back of my head. I love being enveloped against his powerful body.
“What are you doing?” I gasp when he releases my lips. “Someone could come back here.”
“No one’s coming back here. They’re all having a good time. I bet no one’s even noticed we’re gone.”
“I promise Brooke has. She thinks it’s dangerous to have you here because you still want to fuck me.”
“She’s a smart woman.”
“We can’t be too obvious. No one can know about our…arrangement. No one would understand.”
Rob kisses me again and I don’t resist. He kneads my ass. I’m the cliché whose mouth says no no no while her body is screaming yes! I’m breathless when he releases me the second time.
“We really can’t do this here, Rob.”
“You can’t expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look so hot, Amy.”
I smile. I hoped he’d like my dress. I couldn’t go too obviously sexy for a family party, but the short, sparkly silver dress paired with patterned tights felt like it struck the right balance. The dress clings to my curves just enough to hint at what’s beneath it without being slutty. My heels boost me to a perfect kissing height for Rob.
“You still can’t be mauling me out in the open.”
“Put those plates down, Amy.”
I do it, even though I know he’s up to no good. Rob takes my hand and pulls me into the short hallway off the kitchen that leads to the back stairs. Tingles of excitement explode from my tummy when he takes me upstairs. Rob still remembers his way around the house after all these years. He pulls me into the first bathroom on the right at the top of the stairs and we’re all over each other.
I’m panting between kisses and wrap my legs around him when Rob boosts me up onto the sink. He pushes between my thighs and thank god my tights are there to slow him down. But he rubs me there and the pressure is so sweet. I bite my lip and lay my forehead on his shoulder as Rob touches me. I quickly soak through my panties and tights.
“Yesss…baby…”
“I knew you wanted it, Aim.”
“You can’t fuck me here. Not now, not with everyone downstairs. Kevin’s not here…”
I throw every reason why it can’t happen at him because he’s not the only one I’m trying to convince.
“Kevin knows I came back to see you. I think he wants me to get you primed for later.”
“Ohhh…you two…better not be…hatching plans…”
“Nothing you won’t like. Scouts honor, Aim.”
Rob uses his knuckles to hit the right spot and it’s perfect. I work my hips to shamelessly hump his fist. His fingers can’t get inside me, but they don’t need to. I kiss him hard to contain my growing moans. He presses those knuckles harder, and I work my hips faster, and just like that Rob makes me come without removing a stitch of my clothing. I’m shouting into his mouth, breathing so hard it’s like I’m giving him mouth-to-mouth.
I tear away from the kiss and bite his sweater because he keeps rubbing me and I keep coming. He won’t stop and I must shove his hand away from me to keep from losing my mind.
“Oh god…oh god, Rob…enough…baby…”
“Sure you don’t want to fuck, Aim?”
“Later, baby,” I say, kissing him.
“Well, you can’t leave me like this.”
Rob puts my hand on his jeans, and I feel that huge thing throb for me. I can’t believe it didn’t just tear itself free. I try to shove my hand into his jeans, but they’re too tight and I have to unbuckle his belt and unbutton them. He holds my face in both hands and kisses me again, letting me flick my tongue into his mouth. He loves when I show how much I want it. Kissing Rob is so sexy it makes my toes curl in my shoes. God, I want him. If my husband knew how much I wanted Rob, he’d never let me anywhere near the man. Rob steps back and I know exactly what he wants.
I slip to my knees and pull down his jeans. It’s been at least 20 years since I knelt for this man. His cock springs out, pulsing with life, and I grab it with both hands. He’s huge, but it seems even bigger right in my face like this. He’s trimmed down to almost nothing, which means I can really admire this massive hunk of meat. Excitement drips from the tip as I pump it with both hands and I stretch out my tongue to catch it, which turns into bathing the head with my wet tongue.
“Aww yeah…Amy…”
It feels nice to make him moan for a change, rather than me being at his mercy. I suckle the head and he nudges it deeper into my mouth. My lips stretch wide and my cheeks bulge as he feeds it to me. Rob doesn’t hold my head because he doesn’t need to. I want to suck him. I want it all. I look up to see how happy I’m making him and freeze when I see his phone pointed down at me. Rob laughs.
“Don’t worry, Amy. It’s for Kev. You don’t want him left out, do you?”
Rob is right, of course, but I still feel weird knowing there will be a video of my adulterous blowjob out there in the world. I’ve sent Rob plenty of dirty pictures over the last few weeks — a few with my face that I should not have — but no videos. I should stop, but the danger is exciting, and I keep sucking.
I don’t know if I’ve taken even half of him, and I struggle with it. I’d forgotten what a challenge it is to please this monster. I sucked him on Thanksgiving eve, but that wasn’t enough practice. A girl needs to put in the time to learn to properly suck such a big dick. My husband isn’t small, but he’s not in Rob’s league. I’m impressed that Kevin isn’t intimidated by Rob’s huge dick. I can’t wait to tell him what I good slut I was while everyone was downstairs.
“Aww, I missed this, Aim. No one’s ever sucked my dick like you. No one can take it like you, Aim.”
I glow with pride. I love knowing no other girls pleased him like I do. I relax my throat and let him slip deeper. I can almost take it all, but not quite. I smoothly glide back and forth on him, lips tight, hungry mouth sucking until my jaw hurts. I let it go and it’s dripping with my spit.
“Show me how much you love it, Aim. You always blew me like you loved it.”
“I did love it, baby. I loved what this dick did to me.”
“You still love it, Amy.”
“I do, baby,” I reply, staring up at him while I lick up and down his shaft and rub it with my lips.
Rob groans when I hold it high and dive lower, darting my tongue over his balls before sucking them. They’re huge too, like a bull’s, but I suck on them lovingly. Rob is fresh and clean down there, and I appreciate the effort he’s put in to be ready for me. I keep sucking his balls like I could feast on them all night.
“Come on, now. Bring it home, Amy.”
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
“If you earn it,” he replies, laughing.
I love a challenge, and he knows it. Rob pushes it back into my mouth and I suck him like a demon. My fist pumps what I can’t swallow, and my mouth works him like a machine. Rob grabs my high ponytail and starts fucking my mouth. He doesn’t have to — I want it — but I love it when he takes control. He makes me gag on it, but I keep sucking. I make the craziest sounds when he plunges my throat — sounds Kevin’s never produced from me — and I only suck him harder. Wet, sucking sounds fill the bathroom and I bet anyone passing in the hallway would know exactly what was happening in here. I don’t want to be caught, but when I think about what a naughty slut I am, it trips a switch in my head. I rub between my legs and bring myself to the edge of another climax quickly.
“Aww fuck…aww fuck Aim…good girl…take it…take it like a good girl…fuck yesss…”
I am a good girl, and I take it like a pro. Rob rewards me by blasting right into my throat. I immediately choke and he eases back, dropping more of his load into my hungry mouth. I suck hard, eager for my reward even as I choke. But I can’t breathe and let him slip from my mouth. I’m still pumping him, and the last shots go across my cheek and onto my sparkly dress. I utter a short, sharp shriek as I make myself come again and slump.
Rob tilts my head up while I’m still panting, and I stare into his phone. Does he want my husband to see what a mess he’s made of me? I hope the video makes Kevin happy, but I still don’t know how he can handle seeing me be such a slut for another man. It doesn’t matter how many times he explains it to me.
“You know what good girls do, don’t you Amy?” Rob sweetly says.
I smile, even though I feel like it’s too over the top. How much will be too much for Kevin? Should I purposely push his boundaries to find out?
“Yes, sir. They clean up after themselves,” I obediently answer.
This goes right back to our dating days. Rob always expected me to clean his cock when we finished, and I was always happy to do it. I wanted that last drop of his cum when I sucked him, and I loved tasting myself after we fucked. I lick him up and down like a popsicle, leaving Rob nice and clean. He’s getting hard again by the time I finish. I get a dirty thrill acting like I’m Rob’s girlfriend again.
Rob helps me to my feet when I finish and hugs me. I cling to him because it feels so good to be in his arms. I’d go right to bed with him if there wasn’t a house full of people downstairs.
“You’re more incredible than ever, Amy. I mean it. I’m so lucky you’re back in my life.”
“Just for a visit, baby. I belong to someone else.”
“I know it. I’m happy to borrow you.”
“Good. Now get back downstairs. We can’t show up at the same time. And I need to clean up anyway.”
Rob looks down at my chest. “You got a little something on your dress.”
“Maybe I should leave it there and see if anyone notices?” I would never, but it would be funny. It isn’t super obvious with all the sparkles.
“I dare you, Amy.”
“No way. Now get out!”
“Can’t wait for later.”
“Me too,” I reply, shoving him through the door. The man can’t get enough of me, and it feels so good.
Rob returns to the party first, while I try to make myself presentable. My hair got messed up when he fucked my mouth in the bathroom, but a ponytail is easy enough to fix. I have to redo my lipstick, of course, but even my mascara needs work because my eyes watered when I struggled to breathe around that mouthful of dick. I was a mess when Rob was done with me. Getting the jizz stain out of my dress requires more work, but it lifts nicely from the sequins coating my sparkly dress.
I come back down about fifteen minutes after Rob and feel like everyone at the party knows I just blew my ex-boyfriend in the bathroom upstairs. That’s paranoid, but the way Kevin stares at me feels like a dead giveaway. It’s like he’s looking for evidence of what I’ve done. He has all the evidence he needs when Rob transfers the video he shot to my husband’s phone. Kevin excuses himself from the room.
Brooke is not fooled by our timed reentry to the party. She stares daggers at me from across the room like she knows exactly what I was up to. I don’t know if she’s angry because she thinks I cheated on Kevin, or if it’s because she’s jealous. I don’t even know what to say to her. I can’t tell her the truth. I don’t think Kevin wants me telling anyone that he likes watching my high school boyfriend fuck me. But I feel terrible that she thinks I’m a cheater. I’ll figure it out, but it won’t be at the party. I’ll have to meet Brooke before we go home and tell her something.
Kevin returns to the party with the strangest expression. He somehow looks both shell-shocked and wild-eyed like he saw something he can’t unsee and he wants more. The way he looks at me gives me chills, but I don’t know if that’s good or bad. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time. I don’t understand his extreme reaction. He’s already seen me suck Rob’s cock, and watched Rob fuck me. How can a video blow his mind? Did I feel too free to be too slutty because my husband wasn’t there? I want to know what he’s thinking, but that’s another conversation I can’t have at my parents’ Christmas Eve party.
The kids appear, demanding my attention, and I welcome the distraction. I need the normalcy before I lose my mind.
Part of me wonders if Kevin wants to change the plan and call off the rest of the evening after seeing the video. I don’t want to hurt him, but I hope he doesn’t. I came twice with Rob upstairs, but I’m still aching to get his big dick inside of me. I’ll respect my husband’s wishes if he wants to cancel, but I’ll be devastated.
Waiting through the rest of the party, and then for everyone to go to bed, is torture. Every time I look across the room at Rob, I imagine undressing him, and I know he’s doing the same when he looks back at me. He leaves with the rest of the guests, and Kevin hustles the kids off to bed while I help my mother clean up the mess. She’s surprised when I tell her that Kevin and I are going out for a nightcap once the kids are down, but she doesn’t fight me on it. She just insists that I keep my phone close in case there’s an emergency. I kiss her goodnight and meet Kevin in our bedroom.
Sometimes it feels strange to be in my childhood bedroom with Kevin. I snuck Rob in plenty of times when my parents weren’t home but having a boy in my bedroom was strictly forbidden. I would have been in huge trouble if I was caught. The furniture is all the same, but my boyband posters and other hallmarks of my youth are gone. Only a shelf full of softball and field hockey trophies mark that this is the room where I became a woman.
Kevin watches me as I move through the bedroom. I know he’s thinking about what I did in the bathroom with Rob. His hunger for me is palpable and I’m tempted to jump him on the bed, but I don’t have time to clean up before we’re supposed to see Rob. Instead, I tease him, bending forward at the waist and shoving my ass at him to roll my tights down my legs. They’re a wet, squishy mess. I take the black thigh highs I packed from my suitcase. They have a subtle fishnet pattern.
“You should take off your panties too,” Kevin says.
“They are soaked.”
Kevin chuckles. “Of course they are.”
“Sure you want to send your wife to another man without panties?”
“Yes.” He practically hisses it with excitement. “They wouldn’t stay on for long anyway.”
“You really do think I’m a slut now.” I smile when I say it.
“Now? I think you were always a slut for Rob.”
“And you love it.”
“I confess. I do, Amy.”
“That video wasn’t too slutty for you?”
“Goddam, it was perfect. I love how you just let him use your mouth.”
I lick my lips, remembering how Rob stretched them. “You really love seeing me used by Rob.”
“I really do, Amy.”
My fears that the video was too much for my husband were misplaced. The video didn’t put him off but left him wanting more. I go back to thinking there’s nothing Kevin wouldn’t let Rob do to me, and I wonder if I have any limits either. It’s so good when Rob just takes control.
“You’re going to get your wish tonight then, honey,” I say, shimmying out of my panties. I’m excited to go to Rob like this.
“It’s all I want for Christmas.” He’s grinning.
“A slutty wife?”
“Please, Amy.”


Amy Gets Her Stocking Stuffed on Christmas Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. IV

“This is…nice?” I say, walking into the fleabag motel room Rob rented for the night. I bet he’s paying hourly.
“It was either this or one of the B&Bs in town, where we might be seen, or drive 45 minutes to the nicer chain hotels off the interstate,” Rob explains. “I know discretion matters.”
“I swear they haven’t changed a thing in this place in 20 years.”
“You’ve been here before?” Kevin asks.
“A couple of times,” I answer, declining to provide further explanation.
The Lakeview Inn is our quaint little town’s no-tell motel. It’s along Rt. 23 on the outskirts of town, and no, it does not have a view of a lake. While it may be the no-tell motel, if you’re meeting your affair partner at the Lakeview you’re going to want to ask for a room in the rear because everyone knows everyone in the little town we grew up in, and the front parking lot is in full view of the roadway. Your minivan with the soccer mom sticker in the back window is going to be recognized. Rob did not think to ask for a room on the backside of the building, but luckily Kevin and I are from out of town. No one will know our SUV.
The room truly looks like it hasn’t been updated in 20 years, except for the budget flatscreen that’s replaced the old tube TV. A big queen bed occupies most of the space, leaving little room for the tiny table and chair shoved into a corner. A sink is located outside of the bathroom on the end opposite the door. The room still has the same woodsy theme as before — forest-print wallpaper and a couple of cheap wildlife paintings. I drop my purse on the nondescript dresser and yank back the duvet. It looks like it’s never been washed and I’m not even sitting on that thing. Just being in the sleazy room makes our whole affair even dirtier, which gets me buzzing between my legs.
“Did you guys come here together? Was this, like, your love nest?” Kevin asks.
“No,” Rob answers, laughing. “The only love nests we had were the front seat of the old pick-up my dad passed down to me…”
“The backseat of the Honda I got for my sweet 16…”
“And Amy’s basement. Those were our regular spots, anyway. The time we came here was for a Valentine’s Day.”
“Yes, Rob thought it would be romantic to bring me to a dirty motel for the night.”
“Hey, I was an 18-year-old kid. My intentions were good, and I think I did a good job.”
“It was very sweet. I know you put in a lot of effort.”
I squeeze Rob’s arm and kiss his cheek. Our eyes meet and the moment turns unexpectedly intimate. He leans down and kisses me properly. It’s not like the I need to rip your clothes off and fuck you kisses we’ve been sharing, but it’s sweet and romantic, and it gives me butterflies. Those butterflies feel dangerous because this is supposed to be just about the sex. But when Rob pulls me closer, I caress his head, my red nails raking through his thick, buzzed-down hair while I slip my tongue into his mouth. It feels like I’m kissing my boyfriend again.
We all feel the weirdness when our lips gradually come apart. I’m breathless and tingling everywhere and Rob looks dazed. I don’t even look at my husband because I’m afraid of what I might see. Rob plasters on a goofy smile and tries to break the tension.
“You should have seen this place, Kev. I had chocolates on the pillow and rose petals on the bed and candles everywhere. I’m surprised I didn’t burn the place down.”
“Don’t forget the whipped cream,” I add.
“Yeah, that was fun,” Rob wistfully replies.
“That must have been some night,” Kevin says, his voice tight.
I finally look at him and can’t read his expression. Is it spooked by the vibe between Rob and I, or is he wishing he’d been a fly on the wall that night? I go to him and plaster my body to his. I look up at him lovingly and muss his hair.
“I bet you had some grand, romantic gestures at that age,” I say.
“I was more of the horndog type. I only did as much as I needed to get laid.”
I kiss Kevin and this one is hot and hungry. The way he returns the kiss lets me know he doesn’t mind that that hunger isn’t exclusively for him. I turn from my husband and I’m standing there between my two men and I’m glad I don’t have to choose. I get to have them both. Rob will have me first tonight, but then my husband will reclaim me.
Rob pulls me in for a kiss, and it all starts.
I need to be fucked. I’ve been waiting for it all night, but part of me would love to just lay side-by-side with Rob and make out like teenagers. Kissing him is so thrilling. He’s firm one moment, tender the next. I kiss back with fiery passion, and he matches it. His scratchy, stubbly face against mine is a constant reminder that I’m not kissing my husband — as if I needed one — and the naughty feeling of being a bad girl makes my core tighten.
Rob lets me pull off his sweater and wrestle his belt open. He’s grabbing my butt and groping my breasts, but he hasn’t tried to undress me. His hand does slide between my legs to discover I’m pantyless. His fingers slide between my slick lips, and I gasp when he pushes them inside of me.
“No panties. You dirty, dirty girl. You used to say you weren’t comfortable going out like that, Amy,” Rob says, thrilled by his discovery.
“Ohh…it was Kevin’s idea…ohh…”
“Nice call, Kev.”
“Amy didn’t need much convincing,” my husband replies, chuckling. He loves every second of this.
I’m impatient and try to shove my hand into his jeans. He stops me, stepping back with an evil smile. I immediately miss his fingers inside me.
“Undress for me like you used to, babe.” Rob sits on the bed to enjoy the show.
I feel put on the spot, but I won’t deny him. Rob always loved to watch me undress when we had the space and the luxury of time. I can’t remember if I ever told Kevin about that because it felt like a small piece of everything I did with Rob back in high school. My husband is hanging back in the corner and he looks eager for my striptease, but it’s not that. I’m not going to bump and grind. I hope he isn’t disappointed.
My sparkly dress is loose enough to pull over my head without unzipping and I drop it on the floor. I pose confidently in a red see-through bra, my stockings, and black velvet heels. Last time, I was worried how Rob would react to my 43-year-old body, but he’s made me feel so sexy every time I send him a dirty picture that I’m proud to flaunt myself for him.
“You’re such a fucking piece of ass, Amy. Isn’t she, Kev?”
“Yeah, she is.”
“Hotter than I was when we dated?”
“Ten times hotter. Look at that body.”
Rob reaches for me, but I keep away. “You show me. Show me how sexy I am.”
“You know I love it when you ask for it, Amy.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t asking. I’m telling you, I want to see it.”
Rob stands and shoves his jeans and boxers to his ankles. His cock springs right up like it’s been dying to be free. I stare at that thing. Even though I was trying to tease him, I can’t help myself. I see his huge cock and I want it. He catches me staring.
“You fucking want it, Amy.”
“I do.”
“Come here and get what you want, babe,” he says, kicking off his boots and jeans.
I follow when he scoots back onto the bed, crawling toward him. I pause to handle his dick and give it a quick suck, but then I crawl over him. I don’t need foreplay because I already ache for him. I just want to mount that thing. I look over at my husband in the corner and see fire in his eyes. I keep staring at him when I lean in and kiss Rob, keeping one hand on that big dick.
Rob holds my head in both hands and grunts into our kiss when I pump him. He pulls my hair out of its ponytail and fans it out. He always preferred my hair down. My tits fill his hands while we make out and he flicks open my bra’s front clasp with the ease of a man who’s freed a thousand bosoms. He mashes my breasts in his strong, calloused hands and it’s my turn to groan into our kiss. God, I love it when it manhandles me. My husband never handles me like this.
“You want that dick,” he moans between kisses.
“Yeah,” I pant. “Fuck me, baby.”
“You’ve been teasing me with that body for weeks, Amy. I’m going to enjoy it.”
“It’s all for you, baby.”
Rob pushes me down and I think he wants another blowjob. I glow with pride thinking he can’t get enough of my mouth. But Rob wants something else. I allow him to guide me and almost laugh when I figure out what he wants. He nestles his shaft between my big boobs.
“Aww, that’s nice, Aim. Mmm, so soft and warm.” Rob sounds like he’s in heaven.
“You love my tits, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, Aim. Come on, you know what I want.”
I do, and I’ll do it for my Rob, even if I feel silly doing it. I hold my tits together and sandwich his meat while I rock. It’s hard to properly titty fuck him when he’s dry, so I swallow his dick and give him a minute of a sloppy blowjob before enveloping him between my tits again. Okay, maybe it’s not that silly. I like the feeling of his hot rod between my soft tits. And seeing his desire for me soaks my pussy. If he blows his load on my chest I’m going to be pissed, because I really need that thing inside me.
Rob pushes me down and rams his cock into my mouth. He holds my head and fucks my throat hard. I’m gagging, but I don’t even think of not sucking. I’m sure he’s going to shoot it down my throat, but it only lasts a moment, like he’s trying to prove he can do as he pleases with me. I suspect he’s putting on a show for my husband.
I’m turned onto my back and Rob throws my legs over his shoulders. I shriek when he devours my pussy. He doesn’t center on that perfect spot the way Kevin does, but no one knows my body like my husband. However, Rob does feast on me with abandon. I grab the sheets with both fists and push myself up at him while his tongue lashes at my clit.
“Yesss…yesss…oh god…yesss Rob…”
His thumb pushes into my pussy and I’m thrilled to be filled, even if it’s so shallowly, but he doesn’t leave it there. Rob presses that newly slick thumb to my anus and teases, gently nudging until my rosebud relaxes and he can push past it. He buries his thumb in my ass while he sucks my clit and I screech.
“Yesss…ohmygod…Yes!”
I look at my husband when Rob makes me come. Kevin has his phone out and he’s grinning like a wolf. I don’t like that there will be a video of this out there, but I let Rob record me earlier, so I can’t tell my husband no. He comes closer, sweeping up from where my ex-boyfriend’s head is between my humping thighs to my quivering tits and face.
“His thumb…his thumb’s in my ass…” I pant. I want Kevin to know exactly what Rob is doing to me.
“Damn, you’re a slut, Amy,” Kevin marvels.
“Yesss…I am…Rob makes me a slut, honey. I’m sorry.”
“I love my slutty wife.”
Kevin leans down and shoves his tongue into my mouth. Oh my god! It’s so hot to kiss my husband while my lover eats my pussy and thumbs my ass! I moan while we kiss and grab Kevin to keep him there while I come again.
“Ohhh…you guys are going to kill me,” I moan.
Rob lifts his face from between my thighs. It’s slick with my juices. “What a way to go, Aim.”
“Fuck me, Rob. I can’t keep waiting.”
“I’ll keep you waiting as long as I want.”
“I know you want to fuck me.”
“But teasing you is so much fun.”
“Ohhh…fuck you…”
“Does she always have such a filthy mouth, Kev?”
My husband laughs. “You made it filthier earlier.”
“That’s the Amy I know. A house full of people doesn’t slow her down.”
Rob kneels between my spread legs while he talks and teases me with his head. It’s sweet torture. I’m soaked and red and swollen, and he could push it right in, but he doesn’t. I hate him for it — but god, I want him.
“I know what I want,” I moan.
“What do you want?” Kevin asks, pointing his phone at my face.
“I want Rob to fuck me as hard as he can. I can’t believe I ever gave up his big dick. And now I can’t get enough of it. He’s going to fuck me all night, honey.”
Kevin’s mouth hangs open. I touch him through his pants and feel him twitch. There’s a wet spot there. He didn’t come, but he’s leaking like crazy. I blow my husband a kiss and turn my attention to my ex-boyfriend.
“Give me what I need, baby. Give me your dick, baby,” I coo to Rob.
“You’re definitely hotter than ever, Amy. You were fun back then, but you’re on fire now.”
“Then give me my reward, baby.”
Rob throws my legs over his forearms and pulls me forward by the hips. I grab him and aim it. It’s the kind of impressive move that only a big man can pull off. He sinks into me, and that old familiar stuffed feeling is magical. There’s only the briefest hint of pain while he stretches me open. I’m already getting used to his giant cock again. My hips tilt up as he pulls me onto him. Rob straightens on his knees, and I’m angled up for him, my weight resting on my shoulders. Oh god, I know he’s going to pound me. Yes!
“Is…that…what…you…wanted…” Rob grunts, filling me with deep, powerful thrusts.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I grasp my bouncing tits while he fucks me, flicking my throbbing nipples, but then I cover his hands where he holds me, and I pull myself back at him. Our bodies slam together, and he gives me what I so desperately need. That big cock touches every part of me, igniting every nerve in my pussy with pleasure. Making love to my husband is amazing, but he just can’t fuck me the way Rob can. Kevin’s right here, taking it all in, and he must see that.
Kevin doesn’t look at all diminished by what Rob is giving me. I look at him and he’s glowing with pride and excitement. He loves me enough that he just wants me to be pleasured — and he loves seeing me used. He has his phone recording every second. I’m going to have to make sure that video is secure. Our eyes meet when I howl that I’m coming. Kevin looks like he wants to applaud.
“Fuck, I love making you come, Aim. Isn’t she beautiful when she comes, Kev?” Rob moans. He’s slowed down fucking me but still has me writing on his dick.
My husband doesn’t answer. He’s too engaged in watching us. Kevin is suddenly out of my view when Rob flips me over, tossing my body around like it’s nothing. I love being his fuck doll. I’m afraid he’s going to fuck my ass again — I was sore for days afterward last time — but he rams it back into my pussy instead, and I wail for more.
“Ohh…god…fuck me…”
“Your ass is so sweet from behind. Love how round it is now.”
Rob grunts while he gives it to me from behind. It’s nice to know he likes the way my cheeks quake while he’s taking me. He slaps a cheek to give it an extra jiggle and I yelp. He spanks me again and I push back at him harder. Kevin doesn’t spank me, but that’s because I never had the nerve to tell him just what I dirty girl I wanted to be. Rob just instinctively knows it and gives it to me.
“Ohmygod…fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Ohh…Rob…please…”
“Yeah…fuck…that’s the Amy I know…dirty girl…”
“Yess…oooo yes baby…I’m your dirty girl…”
I revel in being so slutty for Rob. I don’t think about how it must look to my husband because that cock in me feels so good. It demands my entire focus. My face is buried in the pillows, and I thrust my butt back at Rob, proving how much I need it. But Rob winds his fist in my hair and yanks my head back. The sharp sting of having my hair pulled is thrilling. He yanks my head back even further, forcing me to look up.
“Look at Kev while I use this pussy. Let him see how much you need it, Aim.”
“Honey…I’m sorry…I need it…I need him…”
Kevin sets his phone aside for a moment and comes close to stroke my flushed, sweaty cheek. His smile conveys nothing but love. I don’t know why he isn’t disgusted by my wanton display, but he isn’t. He looks like he would kiss me if I weren’t bouncing so hard on Rob’s dick.
“This is so hot, Amy. So perfect. You’re perfect. I love seeing you come like this,” he coos.
“I love you too, honey. Oh god…I love you…ohh…” It feels weird to tell my husband I love him while another man’s cock makes me moan.
“Get in there, Kev. I know Amy can handle two cocks. Can’t you, Aim?”
“Ohh…please…yeah…”
Kevin knows I’ve had a full-blown threesome before. It was after Rob, when I was in college, and it wasn’t great because we were all so drunk. I met 2 guys at a campus party and went home with them. The guys each had trouble keeping it up with another man in the room, and they weren’t at all concerned with my pleasure. Kevin still got off on the story because I had two guys at once, but I told him I wouldn’t do it again because it wasn’t a good time. But the truth is, I’ve always wanted a proper threesome where 2 guys just relentlessly use me. I told Kevin I didn’t want it because it was just too dirty, and I knew it would never happen once I was married. Guess I was wrong!
Rob slows down and I think he’s close and trying to hold out. He’s too proud to finish before Kevin’s in place. My husband scrambles to get his pants off and slide onto the bed in front of me. Rob still has my head wrenched back by my hair, but he surrenders that control to Kevin once he’s in place. I’ve never seen Kevin more excited than when he pulls my mouth down onto his cock.
I’m bounced between their cocks, and I come immediately, screaming into Kevin’s dick. He doesn’t slow down at all, but I swear he fucks my mouth harder. My husband isn’t usually aggressive like that. He’s feeding off Rob’s energy. I’m torn between worrying I might lose the sweet side of Kevin and excitement at seeing his aggression come out. He holds my head with one hand and his phone with the other. It’s funny that he’s never tried to record video when it was just us in bed together. I look right into the camera with smoldering eyes as he chokes me with his dick. I want this video to be the ultimate turn-on for him.
“Should I put it in her ass, Kev?”
“Go for it. She loves your dick in her ass. Ream her ass, man,” Kevin moans.
Ream her ass? Who is this man with his dick in my mouth? My Kevin doesn’t talk like that. I’d protest, but I’m too busy making weird, wet gagging noises through my mouthful of cock. Rob slips out of my pussy and then is pushing at my backdoor. I try to relax, but I tense when I feel that pressure. I can’t relax when I know it’s going to hurt. Rob pushes and pushes, and pops through my sphincter. The pain is rending and I grunt into my husband’s cock. The burning extends when that monster slides deeper into my ass. Kevin senses I need a break and slips his dick from my mouth.
“Ohh…ohmygod…you’re too big Rob…”
“Just relax, Aim. You took it last time. You loved it,” Rob coos, rubbing my butt as he feeds his cock deeper into it.
“Ohh god…Rob…ohh…”
“That’s it, Aim. Relax and take it,” he encourages.
“You can handle it, Amy. Just relax that ass,” Kevin says, grinning down at me.
Kevin loves this. Is having my ass stretched my punishment for letting Rob use me like a fucktoy? Or does he just like seeing me give it all up? Kevin still strokes his dick while he watches me writhe. His head brushes my cheeks and across my nose. Having his dick rubbed on my face is hot and dirty, and it distracts from the pain in my butt. He rubs it across my lips, and I try to catch it in my mouth. The distraction works. Rob is buried in my ass and starts fucking it before I realize it.
Rob uses my ass slowly at first and Kevin plugs my mouth again. Having a cock in my ass and one in my mouth makes my whole body throb. I didn’t know being spit-roasted could feel so good. They rock me back and forth between their dicks and I feel stuffed so full. Oh my god! I love it! Rob fucks my ass harder and I grunt into Kevin’s dick. He finds his rhythm and shoves me forward so hard that he rams Kevin’s dick down my throat. I feel like I’m their ultimate slut. Being used by my guys is the best. I start coming and it feels like I’ll never stop.
“Fuck, Aim…fuck I can’t handle this ass…it’s the tightest fuck…” Rob groans.
“She’s sucking like a damn vacuum. Jesus, Amy,” Kevin moans.
“She’s fucking perfect, Kev. You’re so fucking lucky.”
“I know it. God, I love you, Amy. Now fill her damn ass with cum.”
Rob only needs to pump a couple more times and I feel him spurt deep into my butt. I’m so full I feel like I’ll burst. He pulls out of my ass with a pop, and I sag forward, my mouth slipping off Kevin’s dick just in time to catch his load right in my face. My husband is a geyser, coating my cheeks and lips and forward. I close my eyes and take it like the good little slut they’ve made me. I twitch on the bed as my own orgasm keeps ripping through me. I’m in heaven.
Rob disappears into the bathroom, giving me a moment alone with my husband. I’m still prone on the bed, smiling at the aftershocks zinging through my body. I’m blissful, but not too out of it to worry that we’ve gone too far.
“Was that too much?” I ask.
Kevin pulls me into his arms but doesn’t kiss me. I understand. I’m a sticky mess. “Rob was right. You’re perfect, Amy. I could not ask for more.”
“So, it doesn’t bother you at all that another man just shoved his huge dick up my ass? Or that I took both of you at once like a porn star?”
“Amy, you’ve always been the woman of my dreams, and tonight you proved it all over again. Seriously, stop worrying. I love this new you. I love how insatiable you are.”
“I love you too, honey.”
Rob comes out of the bathroom, strutting around nude with the confidence of a big-dicked man. I scurry past him to go clean up. The shower in the tiny bathroom isn’t great, but it will get the job done. The guys are out there alone in the room, and I’d love to be a fly on the wall to hear the conversation between my husband and ex-boyfriend. Are they comparing notes? Marveling at just how slutty I am? I come out of the bathroom almost wrapped in one of the cheap towels. It’s not big enough to fully wrap me and tie off. It will fall to the floor if I let go. Rob is in the bed, still nude, and Kevin sits in the chair. Rob holds his hand out to me. I look at Kevin and he gives me the nod. My towel drops to the floor, and I join my ex-boyfriend in bed.
What happens next is the most surprising part of the night. I’m not surprised that Rob is hard and wants me again. I think I’d be disappointed if he didn’t. The surprising part is that our sex feels so close to making love. He kisses me tenderly and touches me like a lover, not like I’m still his fucktoy. I finally have the time to enjoy Rob’s hard body and I take my time exploring it with my fingers and lips. When I suck him this time, it’s like I’m making love to his cock, not submitting to it.
Kevin sits back and watches it all and it must be weird for him. I look over to check in but only see approval on his face. It encourages me to let go and truly enjoy my time with Rob. I feel like Kevin is giving us this time as a Christmas gift — even if it’s not entirely selfless. He loves every second of watching Rob and I together.
Rob takes me with long, deep strokes. We kiss the entire time he’s inside me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I encourage him to ravage me with my words and moans and my body. Rob easily makes me come again and again. There’s no dirty talk this time, just words of mutual appreciation.
We finish with me on top. Rob massages my hanging tits as I ride him, my hips churning while he thrusts up into me. Our bodies are in perfect sync. Rob groans my name and comes inside me. I grind down like I’m trying to embed his seed as deep inside me as possible. I have an IUD, but it still feels thrilling to have his load in me like that, like he’s trying to breed me. I come with him, shaking and moaning, whimpering about how I love his cum inside me. I’m still shameless, even in that tender moment.
Rob leaves me all snuggly and glowing in bed, wishing me a merry Christmas. Kevin sees him to the door with a manly smack on the back.
“We have to get back, honey. It’s so late. The kids are going to be up so early. Oh god,” I say when Kevin turns back to me. I don’t want to move but throw back the sheet anyway.
“Not yet, Amy. We have one more thing to do,” Kevin replies. Of course.
I welcome my husband with open arms and open legs. He loves feeling my used pussy and fucks me like a teenager. I can never tell him this, but it just doesn’t feel the same, not after I took Rob’s huge cock all night, in every way possible. It feels good to have my husband inside me, but I don’t really feel him the way I should. That doesn’t matter to Kevin. He doesn’t last very long anyway, even though he came all over my face not so long ago. He grunts as he adds his load to Rob’s. I have loads in my pussy from 2 different men. The sluttiness of it makes me glow.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” I tell him.
“Merry Christmas, Amy. I love you, goddess.”







