A Saturday Evening at Home

As a forty-three year old married mother of two, I'd been involved in an open relationship with my husband for almost ten years. We'd started out expirementing and exploring with other partners separately, which led to swapping with other couples, some very enjoyable threesomes, and attending swingers parties, discovering that our unconventional marriage and lifestyle suited us both better than we could possibly have imagined.

My husbands best friend lived next door, and after years of picking, flirting, and teasing Bill and I had finally began a heated, exciting intimate relationship, with one another, which as far as Bill knew was taking place without his wifes or my husbands knowledge. I was a five-seven blonde haired, brown eyed insurance agent and broker, with a 36D-24-38 figure that garnered and held Bills attention when and wherever we had an opportunity to be alone. Bill was a devilishly handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, nicely endowed State Trooper, who was always attentive to my sexual needs and desires.

It was also during this time that my husband and I were involved with my younger coworker, colleague, and friend Bethany, who was an athletically built twenty-eight year old with long blonde hair deep blue eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed herself with my husband and I, either together or separately, was a frequent overnight, and weekend guest. She knew the naughty details of our marriage, my relationship with Bill, and was always interested in hearing about our encounters, saying we should surprise him one day and see if he would enjoy the attention of two horny women at one time. My dark haired, hazel eyed, muscle bound husband, told us it would drive his friend crazy, but he thought we should try it the first time we had a chance.

On a Saturday in the middle of June, Bethany, myself, and my husband had spent our day sunbathing on our dock, swimming in the cool clear waters of lake Greenwood, had a few drinks, laughing, talking and enjoying ourselves. Bill had been working in his yard, while Donna slept, and as we were going back to the house, my husband hollered at Bill inviting him to come over for supper later on, told him what time we were eating and to go wash his nasty ass.

We put up our things, showered, changed, got the wings ready to grill, mixed a pitcher of margaritas, had a few shots of tequila and set the table on the deck for supper. Bethany was wearing a cutoff t-shirt, dark blue running shorts, with her long hair pulled up in a ponytail, with just a touch of lipstick on, and no shoes. I had on a tube top, with bib overall shorts, flip-flops with my hair and make-up fixed. My husband was in cargo shorts, an old Molly Hatchet t-shirt, and worn-out boat shoes, told us both we looked very sexy and went to work grilling the wings. As soon as Donna left for work, Bill came over, in his favorite pair of threadbare Levi's, a snug fitting braves shirt and crocks with a Crown and Coke in his hand, which I thought wasn't his first of the night from the looks he was giving me along with a very nice hug. He told Bethany hello, told my husband he was hungry and sipped his drink.

We ate supper on the deck, talking about our day, flirting, laughing and listening to a Journey album while Bethany and I finished the whole pitcher of margaritas, and my husband got up to fix a Crown and Coke for Bill and himself. They finished their drinks, Bill helped me gather up the dishes, Bethany started wiping up the table, my husband was cleaning the grill, and Bill volunteered to help me wash the dishes. We didn't have many to wash, so Bill and I stood at the sink washing, rinsing, drying and putting them up, while watching Bethany through the window. I asked him what he was thinking about, and started playing with a hole in his jeans sliding my finger through it rubbing his thigh. He told me I needed to stop before we got each other worked up, reached behind me and squeezed my backside, telling me he didn't want to get caught. I told him that if he didn't want to get caught he shouldn't be playing with my ass, and the way I was feeling right now, I didn't care, to just keep looking out the window and don't stop what he was doing. I quit playing with the hole in his jeans, pulled my tube top down so he could see my breasts and nipples which were already erect, dropped my hand to his zipper, pulled it down and reached inside his pants grabbed his cock, squeezed it and felt it become hard. He told me Bethany and my husband were dancing on the deck, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his underwear down and released his stiff shaft so I could play with it. He put his arm around me, grabbed my breast, started teasing my nipple, enjoying the hand job I was giving him. telling me he couldn't see what was going on outside. I had one of my overall straps unhooked, the other had slid off my shoulder my breasts were bare, I turned to face him, and he grabbed both of my breasts and we started kissing, our soft warm tongues intertwined in a hard passionate exploration of each other's mouths. a button on each side of my overalls was the only thing keeping them up,

Bill stopped kissing me, looked back outside, and once again told me he didn't see them, I told him again I didn't care, and asked if he wanted to fuck me, unfastened the buttons on the side of my overalls and let them fall to the floor at my feet, standing in front of him wearing nothing but my thong, it was the sheer black one he'd told me was his favorite. He looked at me, said I want to fuck you so bad, pulled me against his erect cock with his pants and underwear at his knees, his cock between the gap in my thighs, pressing against the crotch of my wet thong when Bethany and my husband stepped around the corner wearing nothing but smiles. Bill was facing me with his back to them, kissing my neck, telling me he loved how wet I always got when we fucked, talking loud enough that they could hear everything he was saying, thrusting his hips so I could feel his shaft slide across my pussy.

I thought he was going to have a stroke when Bethany told my husband that looks like fun, now I really want you to fuck me, calling my husbands name and hopping up on the counter telling him to give her his big dick. Bill turned around trying to cover himself and pull up his pants at the same time, as my husband was guiding his long thick shaft into Bethanys tight wet hole.

Bill started to say he was sorry, when my husband cut him off, telling him not to stop because of him, that I wanted to be fucked and he'd heard Bill saying he wanted to fuck me as he thrust his cock into Bethany. I stepped up behind Bill telling him I really needed him to fuck me now, tugging his pants and underwear down again, grabbing his now semi erect shaft and squeezing it as I stroked. He turned back to me with a concerned look on his face, so I dropped to my knees looked up at him, kissed the head of his cock, and sucked him into my mouth fingering my pussy at the same time, which he had told me more than once was very hot, and sexy. It wasn't long before he was fully erect again, and pulling off his shirt, the soft skin of his engorged head touching the top of my throat tickling my gag reflex as I worked his hard shaft. Feeling his cock swell in my mouth had me very wet, and I brought myself to orgasm. Bethany and my husband had moved to the den, telling us to come join them in a more comfortable spot.

When we did, Bill and I took the love seat where he gave me a sheepish, but knowing smile, crawled between my thighs, started licking me from my clit to my anus, gently biting the outer and inner folds of my pussy as his fingers caressed my g-spot and made me squirt when I climaxed, I ground my crotch into his invading tongue and fingers, wrapped my legs around his neck, fucking his face, telling him how good his tongue felt, and to finger me faster, he started finger fucking my pussy and ass at the same time sucking, and nibbling my clit, making me squirt every time I reached climax, until I lost all control and begged him to fuck me. Oh my when he did, his cock felt like a velvet covered steel rod sliding in and out of me every hard thrust felt amazing, every time I told him how good his dick felt he thrusted harder and faster until he spewed hot, thick powerful jets of semen inside me filling my pussy till it overflowed with cum. Just when I thought we were done, he was back between my legs licking, sucking, and slurping our combined juices from me. Then a long hard salty sweet cum kiss as his still hard cock penetrated my pussy again. Slow gentle thrusts, hot kisses, rolling my nippples between his lips, teeth, and tongue, fucking me like he'd never done before. I was completely at his mercy, consumed by his unadulterated lust for me. I was a cock hungry whore, moaning, screaming, yelling for his dick. He told me he was going to cum again, pulled out and jacked off on my breasts, neck, and in my mouth, sitting back against the arm of the love seat smiling at each other as we gasped, trying to catch our breath.

Bethany was straddling my husband, with her tongue down his throat, her sweet tight pussy impaled on his cock, his thick milky white semen oozing down over his testicles.

Before the night was done Bethany and I both got spitroasted, sucked two cocks at once, and let Bill and my husband watch us have sex with each other. Bill had to get home and cleaned up before Donna got home, and get a few hours sleep, the fingernail marks I left on his back or the split lip from a little bite never came up. It all started over a sink of dirty dishes.