Satellite Reception

(I've waited a long time to tell this story. The technology of the time of the story will demonstrate that.)

When we had been married about 3 years, satellite TV came to our neck of the woods. It required a clear view of the sky, and the dishes were about 8-12 feet across. Ours was a bigger one. Of course calibrating them and setting them correctly, locking them in place, and making adjustments as necessary was a part of our everyday attempt to watch TV. Glitches, shifts, winds, and gremlins struck with alarming frequency.

Suddenly, it seemed like we were inundated with sports and movies. My husband, Ned loved it. HBO had come out with a lot of sexy movies and sexually-oriented content, including striptease performances. Being able to click on the TV and to see naked titties, bare asses, and bush galore was quite exciting for Ned. Hell, I watched my share, too. It was just so sexy and taboo, and we were enjoying our naughty pleasures.

Of course, we also got football, and Monday Night Football was a big hit. We were the first out in our corner of "the sticks" to be able to see it. Trying to be charitable to his friends, Ned began inviting several of his friends out to watch the game. Without really intending it, watching the game at our house became a weekly Monday night event. Soon, our "guests" were expecting beers, soft drinks, snacks, sandwiches, etc. The expense was such, I finally said something, and they started bringing their own stuff.

It was an improvement, but I liked to go to bed by 10:30, and the games often ran later, but Ned didn't feel right going to bed and leaving them to fend for themselves. Apparently, it never seemed to occur to them that they could just go home when we got ready for bed. I also liked to have sex with my husband, but Ned didn't feel right about doing it with them in the next room--and I must admit they would probably have heard every sound we made.

Something had to give. I tried to be more direct, but our weekly "guests" never took the hint, and seemed to consider themselves entitled to occupy our house on Monday nights. Ned wouldn't say anything, and it seemed hopeless. Not willing to give up, I hatched a plan.

The next Monday night was a clear, barely chilly, full-moon night, not really cold, but enough to be considered cool. As usual, the crowd was there for the game. I pretended to go to bed before halftime, and in the bedroom, put on a highly transparent baby doll negligee top, pulled on a long winter coat, and got three blankets and 4 pillows. I pushed them out the window and made trips up the long little hill to where the satellite dish sat beyond the trees, carrying things up there.

Once I got there with everything, I adjusted the dish so it was flat enough I could make a pallet and climb up into it, sort of like a giant "papasan" chair, and covered up. Of course my adjustments had totally screwed up the TV reception, and I could hear the boisterous bitching as the guys tried to get the picture back. I smiled to myself when the door opened and Ned began to trudge up the hill. Two of the guys offered to help, but Ned told them to stay and to fix some of the frozen pizzas we had.

Of course when Ned got up there, he found his horny, delectable, nearly naked wife waiting on him. My nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds and seeing the lust in his eyes, my pussy was hot as coals and wet as a drenched cat.

I have to give Ned credit: he didn't waste time talking or gawking. He kissed me hard, pulled my ass to the bottom edge and went down on me like a man on a life-or-death mission. I was so horny and needy that it didn't last nearly long enough, but by the time he pulled his dripping beard up from between my legs, I was cumming hard, very hard.

He hardly let the first big orgasm fade before he buried a cock that seemed too large to be his to the hilt in my steaming pussy. As he drove balls-deep into me, I came again with a deep groan and a little cry. Then, he began long-dicking me with an amazing varying rhythm. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but it had been a long time and I fucked him back so hard he couldn't hold back. We banged together in wet, fleshy slaps as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him inside me. He slammed into me like he was trying to nail me to the ground with his cock.

I'm not sure I had really ever stopped cumming, but now the mother of all tsunami waves crescendoed over me as he began spurting huge hot blobs of cum inside me. He groaned like an enraged bear and I muffled my orgasmic scream a little.

As we lay there, gasping for breath, we heard the door of the house open. "Ned? You sure you don't need some help up there?" Timothy called up.

Ned looked at me as if asking what I thought about that idea. I held his now slimy, sticky, flaccid, dripping cock, and weighed it in my hand, smiled, then semi-shrugged, and made a face like I was truly considering accepting the assistance of a third. Ned, ever the smartass, said, "Yeah, I think so." As I heard Timothy starting to crack through the brush, I squeezed Ned's balls really hard and socked him on the chin with my other hand, and none too gently. "Shit! OK! Naw, Tim, I'm not going to need you. But it's gonna take awhile."

"Aw, Ned, lemme come help you out there, buddy," Timothy said, but stopped.

Ned looked a question at me again, so I humped him with my groin and raised my eyebrows as I teased and sucked my thumb in a symbolic blowjob. Yes, I knew Ned would think I was suggesting a spitroast situation, and I let him think it. He hollered back fown, "Wait a minute, Tim, maybe you can help me up here--hold on." Then he whispered to me, "Are you saying you want me and Tim to do a threeway on you, Penny?"

"Are you saying you want to share me with Tim, Ned? Would I be sucking you and fucking him? It doesn't seem like YOU'RE gonna be fucking me right away. Do you need some backup here, Ned?" I teased. As our little sparring continued, I felt Ned's cock getting hard again. "Good boy!" I said, "Well unless you want to see me suck Timothy's cock for your own viewing pleasure, I think we've got everything and everybody we need right here, don't you?"

"Tim, why don't y'all go on home? I've got this, but it'll take awhile to gather up. I'll see y'all tomorrow. I'll finish this up tomorrow evening after work," Ned called down.

"Well all righty. We'll hit the trail, then. See you later," Timothy called up.

As we heard Timothy going back to the house, I looked at Ned, "Get one thing straight," I said. I saw the look of dread of an ass-chewing come over his face, expecting me to light into him. "Get this straight: YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FINISH THIS TOMORROW. You are going to finish this job right here, right now!" I laughed.

"Yes, ma'am!" Ned laughed, then spent another 2 hours fucking me like he was the top porn actor in the world. And I LOVED IT--almost as much as I loved him.

Finally, as he carried my well-fucked body down the hill, he asked me, "What would you have done if one of the other guys had come to check on the satellite instead of me?"

"Well, it was very dark, and you didn't say anything, and when you started fucking me, your cock felt much bigger than I remembered it being... it had been a long time... but you felt much longer and thicker, so I had an exciting flash of a thought that maybe one of the other guys HAD come up instead of you!" I told him.

"But you never hesitated, never stopped me, never asked...!" Ned left hanging as we entered our bedroom.

I gave him a smirk and a shrug, paused, then said, "Well, it HAD been a LONG time...."

He just threw me on the bed and flipped me over and fucked me doggy style, hard as he could. I slammed my ass back against him just as hard. It was primal and animalistic--and all the more surprising because we had already fucked so much. As fucked-out as we were, the fucking itself was more impactful and fun this time than the weak orgasms we could muster.

But I had discovered a reliable trigger, an arousal technique that got us both going, a fantasy that we'd never live out--or really want to. The next morning, I fed it a little to gauge his susceptibility: "Ned, WHEN (note the phrasing, "when," as if it was definitely going to happen--sometime) WHEN I get ready for another man to help you love me up, I'll let you know, OK?" He nodded. I paused for effect, then said, "but feel free to suggest it if you want to. I mean, you never know..., and you might be surprised!" I raised ny eyebrows and sucked my thumb.

He then fucked me good and proper before he left for work, already an hour late.

About 9 months and 20 minutes later, our first child, my oldest daughter, was born. I told Ned we ought to name her "Sata," but we didn't.

Did I mention our last name was "Light"?