by Cleo Danbury
I don't recall feeling either of them cum, but I did feel them begin to soften. Neither man broke stride as they continued to pull one orgasm after another out of my pussy. Finally, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto Mike.
"I give, I give. You win."
Both men stopped and settled inside me, still filling me to capacity. Mike cupped my head, softly stroking my hair. I lay flat against him, trying to catch my breath. I was so exhausted, I may have fallen asleep.
I'm not sure how much was pre-arranged, and how much was just some unspoken guy code, but Louis gathered his things and left without a word. As his cum dripped from my ass, I wrapped my arms around Mike and held him tight.
Chapter Eleven
In the weeks following our first successful threesome, I smiled every time at the thought of that word, I faced only one moral dilemma; would Mike still be enough for me?
Our world together was amazing. We had a wonderful home and Mike was a genuinely great lover. I remember telling myself that Mike was all I needed, but now I wasn't so sure. Rather than satisfy my appetite for fucking, our adventure had only served to awaken it without bedding back down.
"You understand you've created a monster," I told him one night over dinner. We were eating at Fleming's Steakhouse and I was dressed for a night on the town. A red v-neck dress showed off my new pushup bra from Victoria's Secret and my high heels were beautiful if not necessarily comfortable.
"Okay, I'll bite. How so?"
"All I want is sex." I said. "I want sex more than I want steak." I stabbed a bite of my t-bone, "and you know how much I love steak."
Mike laughed, "Okay. Well, the steak we can only do once it awhile. But you can pretty much get the sex anytime you want."
I sat my fork down and leaned in, trying to demonstrate the seriousness of this situation. "No, Mike, seriously. We're sitting here in a restaurant, and I just want to walk over to that guy to your left and suck his dick. I don't know what's gotten into me."
He glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, better not. His wife might not be too happy about that."
"I know! That's what I'm talking about. I'm becoming socially unacceptable."
He reached across and took my hand. "Are you wanting to do it again?"
I shrugged, "That's the thing. I'm not talking about a planned event. I just find myself hit by this spontaneous urge to fuck." I turned around and looked at a college age waiter who was walking by. "Do you think he would let me suck his dick on his smoke break?"
Mike laughed. "I tell you what. After dinner, let's go across the street to Morgans. You can sit at the bar and I guarantee you that you will get a response in that dress."
My mind went back to my previous failed attempt at a pickup, but I waved that off. I was a whole new creature now. I'm pretty sure that guys could smell the "fuck me" vibe that my body was releasing. "Maybe," I said and went back to my steak.
Morgan's Irish pub was larger that you expected. It was busy on a Friday night and it took me a moment to get a seat. I ordered an Amaretto Sour and settled in. The bartender looked to be about thirty with short brown hair, a few tattoos, and a nice five o'clock shadow.
"Hey, bartender, I've need some help."
He walked over and smiled, "Yes, ma'am?"
"I've got a choice to make. I can either sit here drinking, waiting on some guy to hit on me, or I can ask you to join me outside on your next break. I just really need to get fucked."
I watched him study me, trying to decide if I was drunk or shitting him.
"This is my first drink. I promise you I'm sober. I'm just really, really horny and you look like you could take care of that."
"I tell you what," he said as he poured me another drink. "I'll think on it. If you're still offering when you finish your drink, let me know."
I nodded and raised my glass, draining it in one long gulp. "Yes, the offer is still on the table."
Chapter Twelve
Fuck discreet. I pulled my car to the back of the building and we climbed in the back seat. I didn't even strip down, just pulled my panties aside for him. He fucked me from behind with my head resting up against the window. I wondered if this was how Holly did it. I had to rub myself to reach orgasm, but he dumped a heavy load of cum inside of me and that seemed to satisfy my biological bitch.
I thanked him for his help before dismissing him back to the bar. I texted Mike that I was finished and I pulled the car back around front. I switched seats so he could drive and I had my fingers in my pussy before we made it out of the parking lot.
"Let me see," Mike said.
I leaned my seat back and pulled up my dress. I felt wonderfully slutty getting fucked in my evening wear. My red lace panties were wet and I had my hand buried inside. I pulled them to the side so Mike could see the creamy cum that covered the lips of my pussy.
I put my right leg up on the dash and fingered myself hard, occasionally taking a moment to lick the cum off of my fingers. Once without really thinking, I pulled my fingers out and held them out to Mike. He grabbed my hand without hesitation and stuck my fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
I gasped, feeling a surge shoot through my stomach and into my pussy. "Do you want the rest?" I asked.
Mike nodded and I clamped my hand over my panties to keep anymore from leaking. "Then you better pull over."
We found an empty parking lot and Mike stopped the car. I climbed into the back seat and he opened the door to join me. I lay back and opened my legs, letting him have his way. He pulled my panties up to my knees and folded my legs up to my chin. I held them for him, giving him open access to my dripping pussy.
Mike wrapped his mouth around my clinched pussy, sucking at my lips as his tongue shoved inside me. He sucked the cum from the sides of my pussy, even the drops that were now dripping down to my ass. My pussy was about to explode and I could barely hold still for him. Soon enough though, he had sucked me dry and suddenly his cock filled me.
"Oh, yes. Now its your turn isn't it? Your turn to fuck me and fill me with your cum."
Mike could only grunt as he pumped fervently, the head of his cock pulling any of the remaining cum out of me.
"You love me when I'm full of cum, don't you?"
"Yes," he answered, breathing hard. "I love feeling your used pussy. God, you're such an amazing slut."
"Then fuck me hard. Fuck me harder than he did."
Mike began to hammer me, thrusting his cock as deep into my pussy as he could reach. I reached down and rubbed my clit as fast as I could. As I came, I felt him seize up. But instead of shooting his load deep inside me, he pulled out almost all the way and shot his cum right on the lips of my pussy.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," I said as I rubbed the silky smooth cum against my clit. I spread him all over the lips of my pussy, plunging my fingers to push his cum inside me. I lay there, spent and breathing hard.
"Let me lick you clean," I said and pulled his cock towards my mouth. Mike had to pivot to the floorboard to get to me, but I took him between my lips and sucked the cum and pussy juice from his cock.
We drove home in silence, holding hands. I stared out the window, watching the stars and wondering where this road would take us. I never considered myself the type that would do something like this, but I guess you never can tell.
I looked over at Mike. He looked so at peace. I squeezed his hand and brought it to my lips. As I said from the beginning, I love my husband very much.
The End
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Cleo
Family Ties
I want to say up front that I never intended to fuck my husband's brother. But sometimes…these things just happen.
My story begins eleven years ago, during my junior year of college, when Kevin walked in me giving his brother a blow j
ob.
Chapter One
After ten years of marriage and two kids, I've learned a few things about discretion. Number one, always lock the door. Number two, even if the door is locked, don't aim your ass at the door when you're sucking dick.
But as a twenty year old college student, I could barely spell discretion let alone utilize it. So when Rick took me home to Omaha over Thanksgiving break, we intended to spend about two hours eating turkey and two days fucking our brains out. The first day consisted of sneaking out to the garage for a quickie up against his fathers Toyota Corolla and finger fucking in the bathroom.
On Friday, we finally had the house to ourselves when Rick's parents went off for Black Friday shopping. Our quest to defile every room in the home led us to his brother's bedroom. Kevin was two years younger than Rick, a freshman at UN Omaha, choosing to stay at home rather than follow his big brother to the main campus in Lincoln. He was out the door early that day to hang out with his friends.
"Are you sure he isn't coming back?" I asked, pushing Rick onto the bed. I flicked my heel, pushing the door closed behind me.
"He won't be home for hours," Rick replied, pulling his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. They'll be playing Madden NFL on the Xbox long after we're all asleep."
I slid my pajama top over my head, no bra, and tossed it at him. Rick was laying on his back, propped up on his elbows, and my shirt landed right on his head. He tried to fling it off without using his hands which left it hanging off his right ear.
"Let me get that for you," I said, laughing as I straddled him. I slowly lifted the shirt, revealing my perky, full, twenty year old breasts which were now inches from his face.
I felt him twitch beneath me. "You like what you see?" I asked as I drew his mouth to my right nipple.
"Mm, hmm," he said as his lips closed over me, inhaling my nipple into his mouth. He sucked me in, the pressure causing me to gasp with delight. I cupped my hand behind his head and held him close as I ground my pelvis into him. His stiff cock pressed against me, only two thin pieces of fabric between us.
I felt myself getting wet, spreading my hips as I pushed the lips of my pussy against his cock, sliding back and forth. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down, driving hard against me.
"I'm gonna suck your dick on your brother's bed. Do you think he'll mind?"
"Hm,mmm," came the muffled reply.
"I'll just have to make sure I get it all," I said as I pushed him away, my throbbing nipple coming loose with an audible "pop. Rick stretched out on the bed, his arms behind his head. I climbed off him, letting my pajama pants fall to the floor and got on all fours between his legs.
I ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh, as slowly as I could. I could already hear his breath turning shallow with anticipation.
"Why Mr. Lightman, you seem so tense." I ran my finger nail up the inside of the other leg and he shivered, which made me laugh. "Is there something I could do to relieve the tension?"
I was inches away from his balls and flicked my tongue, just barely touching the skin. He tensed and tightened up. I moved in slowly, laying my tongue across the bottom of the sac and breathing hot, moist air as I slowly licked him. I grabbed the shaft of his cock, holding it tight in my right hand as I drew lazy circles with my tongue on his testicles.
I drug it out as long as I could before taking one of them in my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. I started to slowly stroke him, just to make sure he didn't lose interest. I think I had his attention at that point.
There is a limit to my evil nature, so I put the poor boy out of his misery. I ran my lips up the length of his cock, came over the top and back down. I didn't stop until my lips hit his pelvis. Like most skills I enjoyed at twenty, my deep throating ability has waned, but at the time I was quite the performer. I held him in my mouth, massaging him with my tongue and throat muscles. I kept him there, buried to the hilt for half a minute before retreating a few inches to catch my breath.
I continued at a frantic pace, curious to see how quickly I could make him cum. I was drooling now, flooding his dick as I bobbed. As my breath quickened, I realized just how horny I was. I kept one hand on Rick's cock and decided to attend to my own needs with the other.
And that is the scene that Rick's brother Kevin walked in on.
My naked ass was pointed straight at him with my left hand fingers buried in my pussy. I didn't hear him at the door. Instead, I felt Rick's weight shift as he raised his head and looked up. I didn't realize anything was wrong and kept right on going. When Rick finally said, "Dude!" it still took me half a second to register that he wasn't talking to me.
Now, if you put me in that situation a dozen times, I would probably choose differently eleven of those times. But on this particular morning, I was really close to getting myself off. So when it finally hit me that Kevin was at the door, I simply waved him off and kept going. I heard him laugh and then I heard the door close.
At that point, there was no reason to quit. But I could tell that Rick was distracted, so I did what I could to get him back on track. Which was to climb on top of him and shove his dick in my pussy. I looked down at him as I slid him inside me. He started to speak and I stopped him, putting my finger to my lips and shaking him head. I just smiled and settled my hips, pushing him as deep inside me as he could go. It didn't take long to get him back in the game. When he came inside me I was digging my fingernails into his shoulders, as much for show as it was a response to the orgasm that was coursing through me.
Chapter Two
I'm honest enough to tell you that I wasn't that concerned about Kevin seeing me naked because I never expected to have to spend another Thanksgiving with him. Rick was a great guy, but I wasn't even close to interested in a long term relationship. But there I was, a year later, back at Rick's parents' house on Thanksgiving. This time with a ring on my finger.
There are several things from that first year that I never told Rick. First, his brother was hotter than he was. Rick had an excellent basketball player, athletic build. He was six two and lean with endurance (God, he had endurance!) to last forever.
Kevin was built more like a linebacker than a point guard. He was slightly shorter, but much broader in the shoulders. Maybe he couldn't run a half marathon like his brother, but he could pick you up and spin you around on his dick.
The second thing I never told him was our conversation later that day.
Kevin was gone when we came out of his room. He apparently forgot to take a game with him and just ran back to get it. By the time he returned after dinner, the initial embarrassment was gone. Until we passed each other in the hallway just before turning in for the night.
I nearly ran over him coming out of the bathroom. "Pardon me," I said as I slid past his shoulder, almost smacking heads.
"For which part?" he replied, "running into me or for soiling my bed?" He was grinning when he said it which made me blush like a school girl.
"Hmm, let's see. Which one are you most upset about?" I grinned back at him and leaned against the wall. I was wearing my spaghetti strap pajama top, with a bra this time, which was skin tight and very complimentary to my breasts.
"That's a tough call. I don't mind a little pussy juice on my sheets, but I could do without my brother's jizz. I think you should at least wash them for me." He was leaning against the other wall now. Rick was still in the living room chatting with his parents. We had the hallway to ourselves.
The frankness of his speech caught me off guard. I gaped at him for a moment, then put my hand to my mouth. His "I gotcha" smile forced me to collect myself.
"I don't know," I said, "that's as close as you're ever gonna get to my pussy juice. You might want to leave it. A little jizz seems like a small price to pay if you ask me." I tried as hard as I could to keep my composure, but I could feel the blush crawling up my neck. If he had tried to make a move on me, I would have let him.
But he didn't try. He just laug
hed and said, "I've got an excellent visual to remember you by and I intend to put it to good use." Then he walked away and I stood there a minute before returning to the living room to say good night to Rick.
Chapter Three
When I saw Kevin that following Thanksgiving, the first thing he did was mime jacking off. I reminded myself that he was nineteen years old and gave him a hug.
"I put you to good use," he whispered in my ear.
"God, you're a jerk," I replied, smacking him in the shoulder as I made my retreat. I thought I was in for a long weekend, but he honored the ring his brother had put on my finger. I'm sure he thought about me, but he kept it to himself.
