After drying myself I got dressed. I started with red thong panties. Tim’s favorite. Then picked out a white skirt that came down to about mid thigh. For a blouse I picked a Teal, almost see through button up that tied in a knot at the waist so that my flat tummy was exposed. I went braless knowing that my nipples would stay hard as my tits swayed beneath the filmy material. I decided to go shoeless and painted my fingers and toes with fresh red polish. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the reflection staring back at me.
When Tim came in through the kitchen door I was checking on the casserole in the oven. Giving him time to appreciate the view, I straightened up slowly and turned to walk across the room to him. His eyes were devouring me and I could feel my hard nipples raking across the material of my blouse sending jolts of pleasure to my pussy. I hugged Tim tight and gave him an open mouthed kiss. When we ended the kiss Tim breathlessly said, “Damn, Amy. You look good enough to eat. Are you dressed for me or Jon?”
His question did not sound accusatory; just lustful. This was it. The beginning of getting Tim so aroused he would willingly grant my desire to fulfill my fantasy. I giggled at his response and rubbed his hardening cock through his jeans before replying. “For you, silly, but I know how worked up you get when I flirt with him. I want you primed for a great performance tonight.” That should be good enough to plant the seed in his mind, but I wanted to amp him up just a little more.
Knowing we didn’t have much time before Jon came over I stepped back and pinched the sides of my skirt. As I slowly pulled it up to expose my red thong I seductively said, “But if you would like a little snack.”
Tim stepped to me and covered my pussy with his hand. He laughed and said, “You are such a tease. There’s not enough time now, but I will definitely have a bite later. I have something else in mind that I think you will thoroughly enjoy too.” He squeezed my pussy and smacked my bare ass cheek with his free hand. He laughed again and said, “I’m going to shower and get ready for the evening.”
Tim was all freshened up and back in the kitchen with me when Jon showed up right at six. I acted the vixen as I greeted him. Pushing the limits I stretched to hug his neck; exposing my bare buttocks to Tim. I pressed my hips into Jon and felt his bulge against my stomach. My hug must have made him nervous because he pulled away fast and greeted Tim a little too loudly.
Tim greeted Jon warmly and handed him a mixed drink. My panties were getting wet as I ratcheted up the sexual tension as much as I dared while finishing preparations for diner. I made sure to check the casserole in the oven often. At some point Jon got up to go to the bathroom. The bulge of his engorged cock was plainly obvious. Tim didn’t even try to hide his interest as he stared at Jon’s crotch.
I got up to check the casserole again. When I stepped around Tim’s stool he grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me against him. It was obvious he was getting aroused from my antics when I felt his hard cock against my ass. My heart fluttered as he whispered in my ear, “I told you he had a big dick. Did you check out that huge bulge in his jeans?”
I reached back and squeezed his cock. Tim’s reaction was giving me high hope that my plan was going to succeed tonight. “Oh baby, seeing that bulge makes me want this bulge so bad. I can hardly wait to free it after Jon leaves.” I squeezed his cock again and danced away from him before Jon returned.
I busied myself with putting the food on the table. It was a struggle to get through diner. I was anxious for this part of the evening to be over. My nerves were on edge and I talked incessantly, jumping from subject to subject. All I could think about was how Tim would react when I brought up wanting to have sex with Jon. Fear that I would chicken out tormented me. The guys seemed oblivious to the tension I felt. They were laughing and teasing me about being so flighty. Like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower they said.
After dinner I cleaned up the kitchen while the men sat at the breakfast counter talking and observing me with leering looks as I flaunted myself before them. Tim seemed to be enjoying Jon’s reaction to my flirting. When I finished with the clean up I sat between them. Tim got up and fixed us all a round of after diner drinks. As he sat the drinks on the counter in front of us Jon asked, “What games are we playing tonight, Tim?”
Tim remained standing. His expression changed. His smile vanished and he looked very serious as he looked from me to Jon. His hesitation caused a knot to form in my gut. A sense of dread washed over me. When he finally spoke his words knocked the air out of me. His answer was so shocking I had to consciously close my mouth after realizing it was hanging open.
His voice was very soft, his tone level, the words quiet, but to my ears they sounded like a clarion when he said, “I really don’t want to play any games tonight, Jon. I think the games are over. What I do want though is get to the truth and clear the air between the three of us. You see, I know that you and Amy are having sex. I don’t know how long its been going on, but I know.”
I gasped with terror. This was going terribly wrong. Tim’s demeanor was troubling. He seemed too calm. Jon and I looked at each other. His face was full of apprehension. I was sure mine looked the same. Jon started to speak. “Tim, I…”
Tim cut him off. Not harshly. Firmly. He didn’t raise his voice. “Shut up Jon. Don’t even try to deny it. Either of you. I’ve suspected it for a while, but I have known it for sure since Wednesday.”
He looked at me before continuing. I was in total shock and it must have shown on my face. “Yes Amy, my suspicions were confirmed when I went down on you and discovered your pussy was coated with Jon’s cum. Did you really think I didn’t recognize the taste? Don’t answer that. It was rhetorical. It was suddenly clear to me why the two of you were so nervous when I came in from work. ” He paused and stared at me.
I was shaking my head side to side, mouthing “no, no, no. This was all falling apart. I dreaded to hear the rest of what Tim had to say. This was turning out to be the worst night of my life. I was in shock. Why had he waited so long to confront me with this? Was he about to declare our marriage over and throw away our lives together? Did he wait so he could have just one confrontation with the two of us together? I felt tears running down my cheeks. I tried to apologize, “I’m so sorry, Tim. I…”
Tim cut me off too. He used that same soft, quiet voice. “Stop it right now. Don’t say another word.”
My whole body was shaking. I tried to brace myself for what I was sure he was about to say, but I was not ready for the words that came out of his mouth next. What he said shocked me to my core and got my heart racing at the same time. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“Here’s the deal guys. I am not mad. Well, a little pissed that you went behind my back, but in the great scheme of things I can live with that. After all, Amy, you know I have fantasized about Jon fucking you for almost a year now.
“I have thought about it and have decided that I am glad you two were already having sex before Wednesday night. If the three of us had made the decision to have sex together before then I’m not sure I would have ever discovered how much I like eating Jon’s cum from your pussy.”
That floored me. Was I hearing my husband right? He liked eating Jon’s cum? Unbelievable! Tim kept talking and what he was saying was getting wilder and wilder. Jon looked just as stunned as I was.
“Amy, I want to watch Jon fuck you. After Wednesday night it’s time to make that a reality. Jon, I want to see that fat dick of yours plunging deep into Amy. I want to hear Amy moan with pleasure as you bring her to orgasm. I want to see the pleasure on your face as you empty your load into her. Then….”
Then, he really blew my mind. “After you have finished filling her with cum I want to eat Amy’s pussy. Amy, the real reason why I ate you the way I did Wednesday is that I liked the taste of Jon’s cum on your pussy. THAT was very… arousing.”
What Tim was saying was certainly not what I had expected. I could feel the tension in my body melt away as he spoke. In fact listening to him was getting me hot. The wetness in my eyes was exchanged for a wetness between my legs. My face flushed with excitement as the full import of Tim’s words sunk in.
A little moan escaped me. Tim pounced. “You like that idea? You want to fuck Jon while I watch, then let me clean up your cumy pussy?”
Holy shit! This was incredible. My husband was telling me that he was fine with me fucking Jon as long as he could watch. What astounded me was that he wanted to eat Jon’s cum out of my pussy. Tim had never shown any homosexual tendencies so this was out of left field. I hadn’t had time to process how I felt about it, but this revelation had my juices flowing. My panties were soaked.
I decided to be just as frank and vivid as Tim. I looked at Jon and he had a stunned expression on his face. Turning to Tim I said, “If you are really good with it, then yes, I want to fuck Jon while you watch. As for after; if you eat my pussy the way you did Wednesday night, hell yes, I want that too.”
I suddenly felt a pang of guilt about cheating on Tim. Everything seemed to be working out in the best way, but I felt I had to try and explain myself to him. Even though he told us he was okay with everything I needed to hear Tim say he forgave me. I reached for his hand and held it as I looked directly into his eyes.