Gratitude

An adult stories – Gratitude by yellowjacket66,yellowjacket66 GRATITUDE

I took a deep breath. It was a big step, but I was determined that I wanted to do it. I knocked on the door of room 323. A moment later, Glenn opened the door. He was just wearing a pair of gym shorts. His lean upper body glistened with sweat; he’d been working out. He didn’t say hello, he just pulled me into the room and pressed me against the wall. He kissed me and I put my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. His lips tasted of liquor; his beard was against my chin. His body pressed against me. I ran my hand over his slippery back. My shirt disappeared and he put his bearded face into my breasts, finding each of my nipples and lightly biting them. I combed my fingers through his hair, feeling the texture. Then, he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and my shoes. I was naked and when his shorts dropped to the floor, he was too. He lifted one of my legs and bent his knees to get the right height, then his cock pushed into my crotch and slid up into my vagina. It was the first cock other than my husband’s to be inside me. I responded to his passion, satisfied that I had read him right; he wanted me. I felt the juices flowing in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him. I was held up by his cock while pressed against the wall. He pumped his hips, fucking me with uncontrolled enthusiasm. I reciprocated his passion by squeezing his cock with the muscles in my vagina and running my hands over his back and head. I began to gasp with each of his strokes into my pussy. I sensed the familiar signs of an orgasm approaching.

Glenn was my husband’s roommate and closest friend. They were both in the Army and were stationed overseas, in the Middle East. It wasn’t a combat situation, but it wasn’t the middle of Oklahoma, either. Glenn, a bachelor, had become a good friend and mentor to my husband. They were both officers and were living in a barracks in the desert. I felt better with the two of them together. Glenn had been there before and knew how to do things. I was showing my gratitude by coming to his hotel room and fucking him.

My attraction to Glenn had started soon after he and Mark had deployed. I had met him and go to know him before they left. He was a very charming man and obviously had leadership talents that were contributing to his successful career. When he took interest in helping Mark, I was pleased and much of my concern for my husband was relieved.

The technology these days is amazing. When I was overseas with my mom and dad when I was a kid, it was a four-hour wait to place a phone call home. Now, with the internet and computers, we were able to talk and video with each other every day.

Mark and I developed a schedule where we would talk on the phone every Sunday evening and would do a video chat every Wednesday night. With a roommate, we had to keep our chats G-rated when Glenn was around. He joined in many of our calls, but had enough awareness to give us time alone and would eventually leave the room when Mark and I were chatting. With the opportunity to video privately with Mark, I began to get more risqué in what I wore. I would wear a scoop-top and bend forward to adjust the camera and give my husband a peek down my blouse. Of course, Glenn would see some of this and he and I teased each other. He would say he wished he could see some of what Mark was going to see and I taunted him, saying he’d just have to use his imagination and his hand.

One week, I greeted them in a bikini, showing off my barely-covered tits while we talked. Mark was a bit embarrassed with me showing so much of my body. Glenn remarked that it was his reward for being a tolerant roommate. I made the comment that maybe someday I’d give him a ‘real reward’.

By the middle of Mark’s six-month deployment, when Glenn wasn’t there or after her left the room, I was stripping naked for Mark and giving him close-ups of my pussy. I made him get his cock out and jack-off. Seeing him come while looking at me naked was a real treat. One time Glenn thought our call was over and came back in the room and saw me naked, fortunately with my back turned so he could only see my ass.

I used my vibrator to fuck myself for Mark a few times. It was fantastic sex, but I missed Mark’s touch and his body holding me and being on top of me when we made love. After our chats, I would go to sleep with my fingers in my crotch and used that vibrator many times. I would fall asleep quickly thinking about Mark fucking me.

Then, one Wednesday, Glenn was still in the room. Apparently, Mark had asked him to stay. When we connected and I activated my camera, I didn’t realize Glenn was there. I was topless so he got a good look at my boobs. Glenn left after a few minutes, but all three of us were turned-on by what had happened.

I asked Mark, “Did you know I was going to be topless when we started the call.” I often was.

He said, “I hadn’t thought about it, but I should’ve expected it. I’m sorry.”

I said, “No need to be sorry. It was kind-of hot having him see me.”

Mark said, “I guess so.”

I asked him, “Show me your cock.” He did and he had a hard-on. “Did you get a hard-on when Glenn saw my tits?”

“I guess I did.”

“Maybe next time I should show him more.” I wanted to see how my husband would react.

He said, “That would make his day.”

“It’s up to you. If you want him to watch me, I don’t mind.” I was in a very amorous mood and the thought of stripping for another man and my husband was making me very hot.

We switched to other topics, but the seed had been planted. I had given Mark approval to share.

Two weeks later, I called and Mark answered and said Glenn was still in the room. I suspected that he wanted me to give his roommate a show. I was fully dressed, so I began by slowly unbuttoning my blouse. One button, then another. My bra came into view. When Mark didn’t say anything, I continued. I undid another button, then the final one. My blouse was tucked into my shorts so my chest wasn’t fully exposed. I undid my bra and slid it off my shoulders while still holding it in place. Glenn had seen my tits already, and I was going to show them again. I pulled the bra away. The pearly skin between my breasts and on my stomach was in view, but my nipples were still covered by my blouse. I teased the men by moving the material around, but not reveling my dark brown titties. I opened one side, then the other, revealing my hard nipples. I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders and was topless. Glenn and Mark were quiet, watching me intently.

“Should I show him more?” I asked Mark.

“Just a little.” He said.

I undid my shorts and let them drop. Now I was only wearing my thong-panties. I turned around so they could see my bare ass and bent over so they could see my crotch. My cunt was barely concealed by the gusset of my thong.

I said to my two admirers, “Get your cocks out and I’ll show my pussy to you.”

It’s not a normal thing for guys to get their cocks out when sitting beside each other. Being nude in the shower is okay, but showing your boner is taboo. But they were going to have to do it if they wanted to see my treasure box.

Glenn was first. He pulled his pants down and then Mark did the same. They were self-conscious sitting beside each other with their hands on their pricks.

“Rub your dicks for me.” I requested.

They did.

I began to fool with my panties, pulling them down on the side. I had done this previously for Mark and he knew I was going to get naked. Glenn’s eyes seemed to be popping out of his head, watching me. Mark wasn’t telling me to stop and I was turned-on, so I continued. I stood and pulled my panties down to expose my pubic patch. I don’t shave my dark pussy hair; Mark really likes ti that way. My panties were loose in my hands. I let-go and they dropped to my knees, exposing me. I stepped out of them and stood there nude, for my husband and his friend.

I turned around and bent at the waist, giving my admirers a view of my pussy lips between my thighs. I pulled my cheek s apart for a moment to give them a peek at my asshole. Mark likes to fool with my ass; it’s one of his fetishes, to screw me in the butt.

I turned around and sat in my chair. I had done sex shows for Mark in the past, so it was decision-time. Should I continue? Mark didn’t tell me to stop.

“Do you want me to continue?” I asked.

Mark said, “Glenn’s birthday is tomorrow.”

I took the hint and spread my legs just a foot, letting them see between my legs.

“Put your cocks close together.” I asked. “I want to see who is bigger.”

They were reluctant, but when I stood and picked up my shorts, acting like I was going to get dressed, they relented.

They stood side by side, then I had them turn sideways. I love looking at my husband’s cock when it gets hard for me. Glenn’s prick was appreciably bigger. I didn’t have to say it, they both knew.

I sat back in the chair while they returned to their seats.

I looked at Glenn and said, “Happy birthday, Glenn. Think of putting that piece of meat in here.” I spread my legs, showing them my cunt. They could see a hint of the treasures in between. I pulled the labia apart and revealed everything. My clit was engorged and they could see the opening to my vagina.

I picked up a flesh-colored, cock-shaped vibrator that I used when Mark was watching me. I put at the entrance to my vagina.

“I’m imagining that this is your cock, Glenn.” I slid it into me. The phallus disappeared into my hole. I turned on the vibrator and began to fuck myself.

“Oh, you’re so big.” I said. “Your cock is bigger than my husband’s; be careful you don’t hurt me.”

Both men were masturbating with me. They were both fixated on the camera and my hands pumping the dildo into my cunt.

“Oh, I’m coming.” I said. “Put your come inside me. I’m not on the pill since my husband is away. Make me pregnant.” My words were slurred because I was coming, coming so hard. It was a fantastic orgasm. I was imagining my husband’s friend fucking me and getting me pregnant. It was a decadent fantasy, but it was having a powerful effect on me.

The idea seemed to work for them too. I saw Glenn’s cock pop first. He blasted his semen into the underwear he had put in his hand. Then, my husband came too. shooting his cum toward the camera like he always did, letting it drop onto his clothes on the floor.

It was a nasty session. I had fantasized about fucking my husband’s close friend while both of them watched me.

“Pleasant dreams, boys, and happy birthday Glenn, I’ll be dreaming about both of you.”

I shut off the camera. As I calmed down, I was embarrassed that I had acted like such a slut. But my husband sure liked it and I would do anything to make his time away more tolerable.

I called my husband the next evening and asked if I had gone too far. “Did I do too much? I hope I didn’t embarrass you by being such a slut.”

Mark said, “No, not at all. That was really hot.”

“But your friend saw my cunt and I pretended that I was fucking him.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’s jacked-off thinking about fucking you anyway.”

“Really?”

“Sure. We talk about weird shit sometimes when we’re on duty. He commented about how hot you were, so I showed him some photos of you naked.”

I asked, “What did he say?”

“He liked the pics. I sent a few to his phone. He admitted that he’s fantasized about fucking you a few times. That’s why I thought it would be a nice birthday present for him to see you fuck yourself. Telling him you were thinking about him really made his day.”

“Wow. I’ll be embarrassed when I see him when you guys come home.”

“Won’t happen. He’s got orders and transfers to a headquarters job right when we leave.”

“Won’t he have to come home to get his stuff?”

“It’s all in storage so he’ll have it sent.”

We shifted to other subjects.

The next Wednesday, Mark called me at the appointed hour. I didn’t know if I was going to perform for them again. I was a bit relieved when I saw it was only Mark in the room.

“Where’s your roommate?” I asked.

“He went home on emergency leave. His grandmother died in Kentucky. He’s going to the funeral.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“He may call you. I gave him some souvenirs that I picked up. He’s going to stop-by to talk to someone in the regiment on his way back here.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” Was all I said.

Thoughts were going through my mind that I didn’t want to discuss. Would Glenn expect something and/or would Mark.

We had a nice conversation which evolved to where we were both naked and talking dirty.

I had the dildo in my pussy and was coming while he eagerly stroked his cock.

I asked, without really thinking about it seriously, “Do you want me to fuck Glenn when he comes to visit?”

Mark was close to coming when he said, “Yes!” just as his cock exploded. His come shot out onto the floor. He was particularly aroused. Cum kept pouring out and he was gasping. I really seemed to have turned-him-on..

I came too, with the fake cock stuffed inside me. I was wishing it was a live cock and the possibility of it being Glenn’s cock had gotten me hotter too. It scared me.

When I called again on Sunday, I told my husband that Glenn had called and wanted to take me out to dinner. I had agreed, but could cancel if Mark said so.

“I’m going to meet him at the restaurant, so there’s no chance of him coming to our house. I don’t want the neighbors see me drive off with some strange man.”

“Sure, that’s okay. I don’t have a problem with you having dinner with Glenn.” My husband said.

I asked, “What if, you know, he wants to do something?”

Mark said, “Don’t worry about that. Glenn is a good guy and we don’t poach other guy’s wives. He won’t want to do anything.”

I paused a bit and then said, “What if I want to?”

He was quiet before answering, “What do you mean?”

I was quiet and then said, “Honey, I have thoughts and dreams, you know. I’m here all alone and at night when I go to bed, I miss you and think about you. But thoughts of Glenn keep coming into my head too. I have my vibrator, the one that looks like a big cock. It reminds me of Glenn’s prick. I wish I hadn’t seen it, because now I can’t forget it.”

He was quiet, so I added an important thought, “When I think of him, you’re there, of course. You have to be. I think of you sitting, watching and playing with your cock.”

“I see.” He said, noncommittally.

“You are always watching.” I said again and added, “Or I tell you about it right after.”

My husband waited a few seconds before he responded, “So you’ve been thinking about fucking Glenn? Do you want to?”

I said, “No, of course not. It’s just that I can’t get those thoughts out of my head.”

Another pause. “Go ahead, if you want.” Mark said, surprising me.

“No, honey, I’d never do anything like that to you.”

“What if I don’t mind? What if you tell me about it after?” Mark said.

“That’s ridiculous, of course you’d mind.”

Mark said, “I owe him a lot. He’s covered for my screw-ups a couple of times and has mentored me. He’s a really good friend. I guess if you were going to do something with someone, I like it to be Glenn.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The idea kind-of turns me on. You know how much I like seeing you get-off. We’ve fantasized about things like that. You telling me about it, after.”

I was surprised by his reaction and was thinking I had been crazy for bringing-it-up, but now we were actually talking about me being with another man. I could feel something stirring in my body. Having my husband watch me have sex or having me tell him about it turned-me-on. Obviously, he liked the idea too.

I asked, “Would you want me to do it?”

“I didn’t say that. It just is something to think about. I got off on Wednesday, after talking with you about doing it.”

“I don’t know, honey.”

He asked, “You’re still taking your birth-control pills, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” That was a critical question. It indicated that Mark was serious about it and wanted to be sure his friend wouldn’t get me pregnant. Wow.

I ended the discussion by saying, “Well, don’t worry about it, I’ll probably just go out to dinner with him.” I couldn’t believe I said ‘probably just’. I was leaving open the possibility of doing more.

Mark said, “Well just tell him I said hello and tell me how dinner goes.”

I think he knew I was going to do it. I didn’t, but deep in my subconscious, I wanted to.

Glenn arrived in town the next day and called me. We arranged to meet at a restaurant for dinner. He offered to pick me up, but I said I preferred to meet him. He understood.

At dinner, I was embarrassed, at first. I wondered why I had agreed to dinner after he had seen me put-on a sex show a few weeks earlier. But I owed him a lot of gratitude for watching out for Mark. I had been terribly worried when Mark told me he was going to the Middle East. Glenn had calmed me down and it was reassuring to hear that someone was watching out for my husband. I did want to at least say thank you.

I had dressed nicely. I wore a new white blouse and a lavender skirt that didn’t cover my knees. The blouse revealed some cleavage. High heels made me taller and my legs looked nice.

Dinner was a bit awkward until we addressed the topic of what Glenn had seen of me a few weeks earlier.

He said, “Look, Lisa, I imagine you are embarrassed after that phone call. I am too. It was embarrassing for me to admit to Mark that I had the hots for his wife and then jack-off watching you. I apologized, but Mark was cool and said he wasn’t concerned. Your husband is a great guy and I like both of you. I wouldn’t want what happened to affect our friendship. It happened; we all enjoyed it. We need to do things to relieve the tension and boredom of being apart. Things happen. Let’s just move on.”

I said, “Won’t you be thinking of me doing those things whenever you see me?”

He laughed and said, “Sure. It would be impossible to forget, but let’s not make a big deal about it or let it affect our friendship.”

It seemed like the best way to deal with the issue and we let it drop. Our conversation changed to other things, with him telling me funny stories about my husband and explaining what their typical day was like. I don’t know if he was telling me everything, but he made their deployment sound very mundane and safe.

He told me he was leaving at noon the next day. He planned to work-out, then get a good-night’s-sleep at his motel and be up early. He told about his orders and that he would be leaving the unit before they returned home. I realized I wouldn’t see him again, at least for a few years.

We walked out to our cars and he walked me to mine. He gave me a hug, but I turned it into a kiss.

“Thank you for watching out for Mark.” I said and then kissed him on the lips. I held him close with my arms around his neck and pressed against him. I was sure I felt the unmistakable pressure from his hardening dick against my belly.

“I need to go before I do something I’ll regret.” He said as he pulled away.

I drove off.

I got home. My mind was racing. I went up and began to get ready for bed. I stripped to my under-pants and was about to crawl into bed, when the feeling of loneliness hit me. I wasn’t looking forward to another night alone. I knew what I was subconsciously considering, but I tried to not let myself think about it. I looked at the vibrator by the bed and thought about Glenn’s cock.

I impulsively called him on his cell phone.

“Glenn.”

“Yes, Lisa.”

“Would you like some company?”

He asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am.”

He said, “Room 323.”

“See you in a few minutes.”

I put on a sweatshirt, (no bra) and a pair of shorts and got in our car. During the entire fifteen-minute drive to the motel, I kept reconsidering whether I wanted to do this or not. My husband had pretty-much given me the green-light. I kept thinking about Glenn’s prick. I was lonely and hadn’t been with my man in many months. I missed the warmth of a lover on top of me. I had an itch and needed to satisfy it. My husband’s cock is just fine and size doesn’t matter, they say. But I had an urge to try Glenn’s bigger dick. I kept driving and walked through the lobby of the hotel, took the elevator, and arrived on the third floor.

I thought, “Well, no backing out now.”, when I knocked on the door.

Glenn was nearly naked, with those shorts covering his pelvis. He’d been working out. His upper body was hot, with his strong arms and muscular chest. He was ‘more cut’ than Mark.

I walked in and he kissed me, then stripped me and pushed me against the wall, just inside the door. When his cock slid into me, I gasped, amazed at how wet my pussy was and how much I wanted him.

He carried me over to the bed and laid on top of me. I spread my thighs to give him full access. I closed my eyes and concentrated on how good it felt to have his big cock inside me. He definitely was bigger than my husband and his cock was warm and it was real. It was much better than my vibrator and definitely much better, well much different, than my husband’ cock.

I concentrated on feeling him moving inside me. I looked into his eyes, affirming that I wanted him. He leaned down and sucked on my breasts. His cock slid out of me when he slid down my belly and buried his face in my tits.

“So fine.” He said as he sucked on one, then the other nipple. “Your tits are fantastic.” He said. “I’ve dreamed about sucking them, but never thought I’d have the chance.”

He moved lower, kissing my belly and then rubbing his nose in my pubic hair. His beard tickled. He stayed there for a while, enjoying my crinkly bush. When his fingers spread my labia and his lips touched the sensitive strip in between, I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming. He put his tongue on my clit and then sucked it into his mouth. His tongue flicked over my sex button and I responded by squirting some fluids into his mouth. Glenn clearly knew how to eat pussy and was driving me wild. His tongue licked around the opening to my vagina and then his tongue probed my love-hole. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, giving his full access to my cunt. I came on his face and he lapped up the nectar pouring out of me. He ate me for quite a while. I looked down at a different man’s face in my crotch, the hair of his beard meshing with the hair on my cunt.

He said, with his face in my crotch, “God, how I’ve wanted to suck your pussy. The pictures Mark showed me and then that day you performed for us gave me such a hard-on.”

He moved back up, rubbing his face on the soft skin of my belly, then my breasts. Finally, his cock slid into me again.

“Put your marvelous prick deep inside me.”

‘Should I wear a rubber?”

“Do you have one?”

“Yes, I bought some today.”

“Were you hoping to get lucky?” I asked.

“I didn’t think there was a chance. I had to be a good friend and not come onto my friend’s wife, but I’m always prepared.” He added, “I’ll put one on.”

I said, “No, don’t. I want to feel your skin inside me and I want to feel your cum in my pussy.”

“But you’re not on the pill.” He said, remembering a comment I had made.

I was on the pill, but he didn’t need to know that.

I said, “Don’t worry. It’s not my time of the month. Let’s risk it.”

He was reluctant, but I said, “I want you to feel you fucking me, so quit fooling around. Fill me with your cum and then we can do it again.”

He was pumping away when I added, “I’ll stay all night, if you like. I want to feel that magnificent cock inside me over and over.”

His cock was deep inside me, deeper than Mark had ever been, deeper than I pushed the vibrator. His prick was not just long, it was fat. My vagina wrapped tightly around his cock. I could feel the warmth and the pressure along the walls of my vagina and felt the tip of his dick teasing my cervix. Each touch sent a wave of ecstasy through me. He came, pouring his semen deep into my hole, flooding my womb, sending his sperm into my uterus. I felt a crashing wave of passion overcome me. I pulled him to me and held him in my arms. His hips were wider that my husband’s and he felt different as I ran my hands over his back and neck. I reflected that a different man was on top of me. He stayed in place, thoroughly emptying his cock into me.

He rolled off and we laid side-by-side, naked and exhausted.

He was perplexed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not. I came to you.”

“It’s not right to fuck a buddy’s wife, particularly while he’s deployed.”

I tried to remove his concerns, “Mark is okay with it. I told him I might let you fuck me when you came home and he is okay with it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I promised to tell him about it.”

“Oh, please don’t. He’ll be pissed and I’ll lose his friendship.”

I said, “No you won’t. It’ll turn him on to know that you fucked me.”

Glenn was not so sure.

We rested a while, still naked. He found a ball game on the TV.

It had been an hour when I decided he had rested enough and I needed to get laid again. He was quietly lying beside me. I leaned over and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. It reacted immediately and began to get hard.

I said to him, “You’re not the only one who was tempted by that chat-call. I saw your cock and I wondered what it would be like to have it in my mouth.”

I licked his prick like a popsicle and then put it in my mouth, wrapping my lips around it while I moved my head up and down. He groaned. I held his balls in my hand and then licked them, going under his testicles and licking them thoroughly. I was holding his cock at the same time. His fingers were exploring and found my pussy. He inserted his fingers into my vagina while I gave him head. I started to take his prick into my throat. I had tried to deep-throat my husband and usually choked on his cock. Glenn’s was bigger and it pushed my throat open to take his monster past my gullet. His cock felt so huge in my throat. It hurt, but I wanted the whole thing in my mouth. I couldn’t quite make it, he had too much cock, but I did pretty good. His prick was shiny with my saliva and hard as a brick. I pulled my head away and then licked it again. It was wet and sloppy, just the way I wanted it.

I moved up and positioned my hips over Glenn’s prick. I put the tip in my hole and then slowly lowered myself, impaling myself on his monster-cock. I sat for a minute, feeling how deep it was inside me, how it completely filled my cunt. I began to rock back and forth, enjoying every volley. He reached up and held my tits in his hands. I lowered them so he could lick and suck my dark brown nipples. I have nice tits and I knew he was really enjoying them. I wanted to implant how I looked and how it felt to fuck me on his memory. I swayed my tits over his face, batting his nose with my hanging breasts.

We fucked longer than the time before. He had more staying power, but I was determined to milk another load of cum from him. I was going to fuck him all night long, no quicky or one-time stand. I was determined to be his all night and leave him exhausted. He could sleep on the airplane.

Finally, he came. I felt another load of his warm semen wash over the walls of my vagina. I sat there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside me and his semen leaking out of my pussy.

After a bathroom break, I crawled back into bed with him, naked. I thought about my husband, how he was sleeping alone while I was fucking his friend. I knew he would be turned on to know that his wife slept naked with a man and had fucked him multiple times.

I woke in the middle of the night. It was dark except for a night-light in the bathroom. Glenn was awake and was making advances. He was caressing my back and my ass. He kissed me and slid his fingers between my legs from behind, finding my pussy-lips and gently rubbing them.

He said, “I want to have all of you. I’ll never forget you and we can’t do this again, but since we are, I want to make love to you in every possible way.”

I understood what he wanted when his fingers slid between my butt crack and found my little anus.

I asked him, sleepily, “What? You want to fuck me in the ass?”

Glenn whispered, “Let’s do it all. Your ass drives me crazy. It would be a lifetime experience to put my cock in your sweet ass.”

“Oh really? You want that hole too?”

“Yes. Seeing you naked just drives me crazy. I want to make love to all of your openings.”

“You can’t fuck my ears.” I said.

He leaned closer and put his tongue in my one ear. “I’ll fuck your ears with my tongue.” It felt good. He moved to the other ear.

I was really turned on. Mark and I had tried anal a few times and it hadn’t been anything special. Having Glenn want my asshole so badly appealed to the decadent nature of what we were doing. I wanted him to do it. I wanted this man to fuck me in every way possible.

“Be gentle.” I said.

Mark had some Vaseline in his kit. He put a finger in my asshole, coated with the stuff. Having him finger-fuck my ass was different and was getting me in the mood. I hadn’t thought about his cock being bigger than Mark’s until I felt the thing pushing into my sphincter. I groaned and my asshole resisted being violated. He continued to push, sawing his finger in and out of my tiny hole.

“Your little asshole is so hot. You showed it to us that night and I’ve wanted to just fuck your little puckered hole ever since.”

He got on top of me and aimed his prick at my little rosebud. His cock pushed and I felt it spread my sphincter apart. I groaned and he continued. I could feel my asshole bursting open from his cock and I moaned as he slid the thing into me. I was lying face-down on the bed with Glenn perched over me, shoving his too-big prick into my tiny rectum. It hurt to have my ass expanded, but I liked the feeling of being dominated and taken by this man. He was not my husband; I was being evil, a slut. I had let another man fuck my married cunt and now he was fucking my ass. I was giving him and he was taking everything I had. I thought of Mark and wished that he had been there to see me get defiled. Another man was using me, fucking me, having his way with me. I knew it would excite my husband, watching me get fucked for him.

The cock pushed in farther; I thought it was going to reach up to my stomach. I lifted my butt to give Glenn a better angle and deeper penetration. He proceeded to fuck me with long strokes. His cock felt good coming out, but going in was the wrong way on a one-way street. I got used to it. Glenn was enjoying the ultimate possession of his friend’s wife. I was coming; wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My muscles tensed, I felt the prick spreading me open and juices were dripping out of my cunt. His cock released yet another load of semen deep into my bowels. He collapsed on top of me. He’d fucked all my holes, but I had exhausted him. He rolled off and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

When we woke, he was already late. He’d have to hustle to catch his plane. He needed a quick shower, but I interfered with his plans.

I joined him in the shower. When he saw my naked body come through the shower curtain, he said, “Oh no! Not again.” And he laughed.

I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock for a few moments, to get him nice and hard. Then I came up and kissed him.

I said, “Thank you for being a such a good friend to Mark. This is a one-time fling. I’ll never do this again.”

“I understand. This has been a dream come true, but I understand we won’t do it again.”

I turned away from him and said, “So I want to feel that magnificent cock of yours inside me one more time.”

I leaned against the wall and he moved in, sliding his prick inside me. I focused on how the thing felt invading my cunt. It was wonderful. I knew I would enjoy my husband’s cock every time he fucked me, but I would also have the memory of being fucked by a nice big, fat, juicy cock.

Glenn fucked me for a while. He was enjoying it too. He held my tits in his hands and tweaked my nipples while the water cascaded over our bodies. When he began to pump faster, I knew he was getting close. So was I. He erupted, he didn’t have much semen left, but what he had squirted into my cunt. He backed away. I stayed for a moment, giving him a last view of my just-fucked pussy, spread-open before him.

We dried and got dressed. He was in a hurry. I walked him to his car. I didn’t care if anyone saw me, a supposedly faithful wife coming out of a man’s motel room in the morning.

As he was getting in his car, I said, “I’ll let Mark know if I’m pregnant. He can tell you.”

The look on his face was priceless.

The next thing on my schedule, was some sleep and then a call to my husband. What was I going to tell him? I called in to work, sick and went to sleep in Mark’s and my bed.

That evening, I called Mark. Glenn was due to arrive back there and I needed to speak to Mark first, before his friend told him he had fucked his wife.

“Hi babe.” I started. We exchanged a few mundane comments about the weather.

I asked, “Has Glenn got back yet?”

Mark said, “I’m picking him up in an hour. Did you have dinner with him.”

“Yes. We had a nice dinner. I met him there and then drove home after.”

He sounded disappointed, “So nothing happened?” He had been waiting all day, wondering if I was going to fuck his friend.

I was quiet, then said, “Remember what we talked about, how you were okay if something did happen.”

“I remember.”

“What would you say if it told you, it did?”

“I’d want to hear about it.”

I asked, “Is your cock hard thinking about me doing something with Glenn.”

He said, “It is. Tell me.”

“I fucked him.”

“Oh, how did it happen?”

“Do you want the details?”

“Give me the highlights now and the details later.”

I told Mark what I had done. “Glenn was very nice, didn’t come-on-to-me at all. It was all on me.”

“Okay. I understand.”

“After I got home, I called him and asked him if he wanted company. I went to his hotel room and we fucked all night long. I stayed with him, buck naked and let him fuck me in all three holes.”

Mark was quiet for a moment. “How many times did he fuck you?”

I said, “I lost count. Let’s see, he fucked me when I got there. I woke him by sucking his cock and he fucked me again. Then he woke me and wanted to fuck my ass.”

“He fucked your ass? I thought you didn’t like that?”

“Well, he was good at it and I did enjoy it. We’ll have to try it again, when you get home.”

“Wow. So, you fucked him three times?”

“Well, I joined him in the shower and he fucked me again.”

“Damn, babe, you never fucked me four times in a night.”

I said, “Wait ’til you get home. I’ll fuck you until your cock is ready to fall off.”

“Did you like his bigger cock?”

“Oh, I did.”

“So maybe you’ll need a bigger cock to satisfy you in the future.”

I said, “Nope. Been there; done that. His cock was nice, but I’m satisfied with yours.”

“Just, satisfied?”

“Yep. The man attached to the cock is what’s important. You’re my man and I love you.”

“That’s good.”

I asked, “Do you forgive me for sharing my married cunt with your roommate?”

“Yes, so long as you love me and don’t make a habit of sleeping around.”

I asked, “Do you have a hard-on, listening to me talk about fucking your friend.”

He said, “Not anymore. I came a few minutes ago.”

My final comment was, “I told Glenn he might have gotten me pregnant.”

“Oh shit. I thought you are on the pill.”

“I am, but let him worry about it a little.”

Mark had to hang up and go get his friend at the airport.

That was a few years ago. Mark is out of the service. Glenn is still in the Army and moves around the world. We haven’t seen him since that fateful time, but keep in touch with him. I’m still grateful for him watching out for my man when they were overseas. A couple of times, I’ve sent him birthday cards with a nude photo of me. He’s married now.

I’ve rationalized my behavior; I’d slept with another man while my husband was away. I been honest about it though. I decided there were three reasons that I had done it. The most important reason was gratitude for him being such a good friend and mentor to my husband. Secondly, Mark really got hot when I talked to him about fucking his friend. We still talk about it when we’re having sex. The third reason was the pure pleasure of being wanted and getting fucked by Glenn and his magnificent cock.

We haven’t ‘experimented’ with other people since then. Like I said, been there; done that. We do still get worked up in bed when we talk about fantasies of sex with other people, only for me, they’re not fantasies, they are memories.