Erin Takes a Lover

Erin Takes a Lover

As she felt Blake looking at her, Erin couldn't help thinking about something her husband Steven had said.

Steven had arrived at home just as the Amazon delivery driver was leaving. She meant to toss out the joke as a kind of meaningly tease.

"Oh, you caught us," she'd said. "If you'd come home earlier, you would have seen him bending me over the kitchen table."

She'd thought he'd laugh, or make some joke about being jealous, or chasing the man down, but instead he'd just smiled a crooked smile.

"I might have liked to see that," he'd replied instead. "I don't blame him. You look amazing today."

He'd kissed her cheek as he passed by her and went into the house, leaving her frozen there for a moment. When she did turn and step back into the house after him, he hadn't dropped onto the sofa like he would have normally done after a long day at work. Instead, he'd put his briefcase away in the closet and he was walking back towards her, smiling.

"You really do look sexy," he'd said, and then he'd kissed her again, this time fully on her lips. The kiss lingered, then intensified. She felt him hard through his pants.

"Really? Now?"

"Right now," he'd answered, and he led her eagerly to their bedroom.

They'd made love and it had been wonderful. Better and more passionate than it had been in a while, she'd thought. He was clearly so turned on by her, and she wondered if it was all because of her joke. She didn't know quite why, but she decided to push it a bit farther.

"Oh yes, just right there," she'd moaned as he rolled his hips in that one way she liked. "You're almost as good as him."

Her tease worked again, and he ratcheted up his enthusiasm and his efforts, using his hands to hold and caress her, his lips to kiss at her neck, all while grinding and thrusting deep into her. He managed to hold on long enough to allow her to reach orgasm first, and he moaned with such appreciation as she tightened and spasmed around his still-thrusting cock.

She'd laid back in the afterglow, once he too had reached climax, still feeling so wickedly pleased with herself.

"Clean me up, baby," she purred. "With your tongue."

"Really?" he'd asked, but with a smile rather than disbelief or disgust.

"Really."

He'd gone down on her with passion and dedication. He didn't just lick her clean, no, he'd worshipped her with his tongue while seemingly slurping up every drop of his own load. There had been something so naughty and kinky about it, that she'd found herself almost surprised while his ministrations brought her to the peak again, and she'd cum, wet and hard, against his lips.

He had smiled up at her after, his lips and chin soaked. Her skin glistened and glowed and tingled, and she'd pulled him up to kiss him. They'd laughed and kissed and just melted into each other's arms. It had been a perfect moment.

And so, as this man Blake ogled her in the break room at work, oblivious or indifferent to how obvious he was being, she imagined telling her husband about it, using this simple event as a trigger for another night of passion between the two of them. The thing was, she wasn't just thinking about it as a trigger or a story.

Erin was still relatively new at work. She and Steven had just moved across the country, and there was a lot to get used to. The city was much bigger than where they had come from. Home seemed like a small town compared to where they were now. They had a new home and she had a new job, and they were only just barely thinking about a new social circle. They'd even talked at home about how they had a chance to actually re-define themselves.

One thing about living in a smaller town was that everyone seemed to know everything about you, and more than you'd like about your business. The one time she actually dared to go out and buy herself a vibrator, she'd driven an hour and a half to the next city over, just because she didn't want to be seen in the store by anyone she knew.

Erin gave herself permission to wonder, perhaps just for a minute or two, if the new, big-city version of herself was the kind of woman who wanted a man like Blake to look at her like this, and maybe do more than look. He was a handsome man who managed to look a bit kind as well. He looked 'normal' in the way she liked -- strong and sort of fit under some ordinary softness, and not like one of those muscle-bound gym devotees who was far more into himself than anyone else.

If it turned Steven on so much to just be teased about her being with another man, how might it affect him to actually see it? What if it was Blake who was at her house when Steven came home. What if she was really bent over with him thrusting into her from behind? Would Steven just stand there and watch? Would he walk up to her and join in, kissing her hungrily while this other man's cock was thrusting into her? What if, after, it was Blake's cum that Steven was licking out of her tingling and well-used pussy?

She forced the thoughts out of her mind, as she realised they were making her a bit hot and bothered. She could feel herself getting a touch warm and wet and, if she wasn't careful, Blake might be starting at stiffened nipples soon.

Later in the day, after a few hours of being relatively disciplined with her thoughts, she ran into Blake again while getting a coffee. She struck up a conversation with him. She didn't try to flirt with him, but she didn't really try not to either. She was just being friendly, and just finding out a bit more about him. She was new in town, after all, and getting to know the people she worked with. It turned out that he was unmarried, a couple years out from an apparently amicable divorce -- he described the situation as two teenage sweethearts who got married too young and at least realized they had made a mistake before they really disliked each other or had any kids to complicate things. He lived alone, had a few hobbies like carpentry and bowling, and had some good friends.

He just seemed to Erin like a really nice guy - the kind you'd see smiling at the end of the bar in a pub, laughing with his buddies. Erin, however, also happened to be imagining him unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his large hands into the cups of her bra to tease her sensitive nipples before turning her around and bending her over and railing her. She blushed and smiled, nodding as he described a recent night out and hoping that her reactions weren't noticeable. She wasn't sure that "office slut" was part of the new her she wanted to define. She wasn't totally imagining things, she was sure, as she felt confident that Blake was flirting back.

At home, Steven was so sweet and thoughtful. Ever since they'd moved, he'd seemed so attentive. He never complained or hesitated when she asked him for anything, even hopping right back up again when he'd just sat down, just because he realized her drink was empty or she was thinking about a snack.

"Do you want to go out tonight?" she asked on a whim.

"Out? Sure," he answered. "What did you have in mind?"

"Actually, I'd love to go dancing. I saw a flyer someone put up at work about a club that looks fun."

"Wow, I haven't been to a club in ages," he mused.

"Is it a silly idea?" she asked.

"Not at all. Sounds fun, and why shouldn't we have a fun night?"

"Okay, great. I'll get changed," she said.

They bustled about, with Steven deciding to take a quick shower. When he came out, looking quite handsome in a newish pair of black jeans and a crisp, well-fitting red shirt, Erin was eager to get his reaction on the outfit she'd chosen.

"Holy fuck," Steven said, drinking in her appearance.

She stood before him in black knee high boots, fishnet stockings, a short and tight pink skirt and a white sink tank top. The straps of her black lace push-up bra were peeking out at her shoulders.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "It's not too much?"

"You could never be too much," he answered with a smile, then stepped close to kiss her.

"Thank you, but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard, or that I'm looking too slutty."

"Babe, you look incredible. I'm going to be seeing a lot of jealous looks, since I get to be with you. I almost want to just take you to bed right now."

"I've already done my makeup, so we're going out!" she laughed.

"Oh, alright," he said, smiling right along with her.

"Besides," she joked. "Maybe I'll get a better offer at this club."

"As long as I get to watch," he answered right back.

"Yeah sure," she answered, not quite sure how to respond.

"Anything to make you happy, my beloved."

"Stop kidding around."

"Who says I'm kidding?"

"That idea really does it for you? The idea of me with another guy?"

"Maybe I should be having a drink before this conversation, but yes, that idea turns me on. You're so damned sexy that of course other men would want to be with you. I'm yours, no matter what, but can I help it if I think watching you get so hot sounds incredible? Watching someone please you, watching you in charge, wanting me to see it. Is that okay?"

"It's okay, of course. We're just talking about a fantasy, right?"

"I can confess that it's a fantasy I've had, sure. But it doesn't have to be just a fantasy."

"You'd really do that? Let me be with another man, while you knew about it and watched?"

"The idea of 'let you' doesn't even enter into it. I'd do just about anything for you. You know I love it when you take charge. You're so sexy when you're dominant."

A memory came into Erin's mind, but she didn't know what had triggered it.

"Do you still have that thing?"

"What thing?"

"That thing you could lock onto your cock. That chastity thing."

"The chastity cage. Yes, I still have it," he answered, tiling his head. "Why?"

"If you want to think about other men being with me, and me being in charge, I think I want you to be wearing it when we go out."

"Oh fuck, that's hot. I'll go get it and put it on."

She giggled as he practically ran back into the washroom where she heard him searching through shelves to find it. He continued to surprise her.

When he came back, he was smiling ear to ear.

"It's on," he said. "I'm all yours."

"Where's the key?" she asked.

He reached into his pocket and fished it out, showing the tiny little key to her in the outstretched palm of his hand.

"I'll take that," she said.

She turned it over between her fingers then turned to her dresser where she found a simple chain to slip it on to. She put it on, and the key nestled down between her smooth, soft breasts, which looked so full and firm, thanks to another one of Victoria's secrets.

"I'm ready. Let's go."

The club was dark and loud and busy. There was a short line outside but, thanks to Erin's cleavage, they were waved in quickly. Steven found the bar to get them drinks and men began to circle Erin the moment he stepped away. Riding the high of what he had said and the way he'd been looking at her all evening, she played along. She smiled and chatted with them, laughing at their jokes and accepting their offers of drinks. There had been a line at the bar, so by the time Steven returned with a beer and a glass of chardonnay, Erin had already downed three tequila shots. She was ready to dance.

The deep base of the music vibrated all through her. The club was warm and the DJ was excellent, so it wasn't long before her flesh was glistening and glowing. Steven danced with her, close but not too close, giving her space when she wanted it, and smiling when she flirted with the other nearby dancers. She pretended to ignore when they got close enough to rub against her hips or ass, but she saw Steven noticing, and biting his lip or smiling as he did.

At the end of the night, it was only Steven that she wanted to leave with. He'd switched to club soda after his one beer, so he safely piloted them home. As soon as they were home, her hands were all over him. All that male attention had gotten her very warmed up, and she desperately wanted him inside her.

It was thrilling to see how he was straining inside the cage, and how quickly he came to full attention once it was off. She pushed him back on the bed, lifted up her skirt, pushed her soaked panties aside and straddled him, feeling his erection push into her as she lowered her body down. His hands reached up to her, caressing her, and she rewarded him by pulling her top up and off.

She looked down at him, smiling and moaning. She bounced and bumped and squeezed him tight, riding him like a bronco until the both of them came hard. She lifted her body up and slid down beside him, gripping his still hard cock in her hands. She kissed him there, tasting the combination of his cum and her own juices. He moaned deeply and she just squeezed him tighter. She was expecting him to soften, but his erection endured.

"Fuck me again," she moaned.

Steven eagerly complied, rolling her onto her back and getting into place between her thighs.

"I'm nice and sloppy for you," she teased. "That's what you'd like, isn't it? To be the second man getting your turn? Sticking your cock into me after another man already came inside me?"

"Oh fuck yes, Erin! God yes! I want to be inside your wet pussy, feeling you tight around me, lubed with his cum around my cock!"

She could feel him so hard and thick as he drove balls deep into her. Having just cum, he lasted so long this second time, and Erin lost herself in a cascading wave of multiple orgasms. She gasped and screamed out loud with abandon. She reached sideways, gripping the bed sheets in tight fists. He felt so good inside her, warm and alive, filling her up and making her tingle with excitement. He came again, making such wonderful animal sounds as he did, then he collapsed on top of her.

They lay there together for a few minutes, then Erin rose to relieve herself and clean up just a little. She was actually a bit surprised that, when she returned having changed into clean panties and a t-shirt, that he was still awake.

"That was incredible," he said.

"It really was," she answered. "Say, where did that cage go?"

"It's over here," he said, slapping his hand sideways to the bedside table. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I liked the idea of having you in it, just for me," she said. "Can you sleep in it?"

"Anything for you," he said.

He helped her fit it on, and then once again she took the key and wore it around her neck. He pulled off his clothes and slept beside her naked.

Satisfied and well-pleased, Erin had one of the best nights of sleep of her life.

In the days afterwards, Erin found herself feeling self-conscious about the way she felt she'd acted, and she was afraid she'd said or done too much, perhaps fuelled by the alcohol. Steven had been nothing but wonderful, but she still struggled with the feelings.

The morning after he'd even asked permission to take the cage off, which she had granted. She didn't mention the device again, but more than once in the week after she was sure that she had felt him wearing it as she'd grazed close to him in the kitchen or when he had offered to give her a quick shoulder rub at the end of a long day.

At work, she was finding an enjoyable work-friendship developing with Blake. She flirted a bit, and he gave it right back to her. It was all innocent -- nothing for HR to worry about -- but their jokes and comments were definitely getting more risque. She even started choosing some clingier or low-cut tops to wear to the office, as Blake's darting eyes had betrayed him as a breast man.

The outfit she put together that Friday even got Steven's attention at breakfast.

"You're really dressing with intention today, baby," he smiled. "Those men don't stand a chance."

"Who says they deserve one?" she answered.

"No one deserves a chance with you, sexy -- those of us who get one just count our lucky stars."

"Those of us? How many of you do think there are?"

"So far I think it's just me. But you know how I feel about that."

"Quit joking around. It's too early for that."

Steven put down his coffee and looked at her intently.

"I wasn't joking, Erin. I wasn't joking now, and I wasn't joking last week. Not before the club, not while we were there, and not after."

"You're serious?"

"I am."

"You wouldn't be jealous? Or angry?"

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't be jealous because it would be something we do together, even if my part of it is just welcoming him in, or watching. I'd be the opposite of angry -- because it would be something you're giving me as much as anything."

"That's really what you want? For me to bring a man home from work, a man that I want in my bed, and you want to see it?"

"Oh my god," he smiled. "I didn't say anything about your work. You've got someone in mind, don't you?"

"Wait -- what? No, that's not what I mean."

"Do you like him?"

"I never said there was a guy at work."

"Is he good looking? Is he nice to you?"

"Oh, okay. Yes. Yes he is. He's handsome and kind and cute and nice. And because of what you said, I can't stop thinking about him like that, when I shouldn't. We're married."

"We set the rules for us, Erin. No one else does."

"Oh my god. You really mean it."

"I'll tell you what. I'm going to wear my chastity cage today, because just knowing you're going to work dressed like that to impress a man you like has me horny as fuck. I would like it very much, please, if you would invite your friend to dinner this weekend. It can be just dinner, or it can be anything more. It's entirely your choice. No pressure, and you my total love either way."

As he rushed upstairs to put on the chastity device, Erin sat in disbelief. He meant it. He really wanted it. God help her, so did Erin.

There were nerves now mixed in with her excitement as she made her way to work. She really wanted Blake to see how she'd dressed, for him, as she was now able to admit, but she didn't know how to broach the subject of inviting him over, especially if she wanted more to happen that dinner.

They met right away in the kitchen getting coffee, as they always did. His eyes widened, but he didn't say a word, as they weren't alone. She gave him a smile, and he nodded. He appeared in her office doorway almost immediately after she sat down.

"Wow, you look amazing today, if I may say so."

"You may," she said with a smile.

"I wish I'd gotten here before you sat down. I want to see more of that outfit."

She rose up out of her chair, stepped slowly out in front of her desk, and turned slowly on her heels. She felt so wicked, just drinking in his gaze.

"It's even better than I remembered. You'd better sit back down, before I say something to get myself in trouble."

"Oh, that's a shame. And I was just about to pick up this pen I'd dropped on the floor, or reach over my desk to get something," she teased, beginning to bend slightly at the waist.

"Don't you dare," he said. "I'm only human."

She laughed and turned back to face him, leaning back against the edge of her desk. There was no time like the present, she thought.

"Speak of human needs -- I want you to come over for dinner on Saturday."

"Wow. That sounds like quite a milestone, actually seeing you outside the office. Does that mean we're going steady?"

"It just might. Does that mean you're coming?"

"Of course I am. I'd love to. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a proper home-cooked meal?"

"Great. Steven will be cooking, to be clear, not me. I promise you that actually means the food will be better."

"And he can chaperone," Blake smiled.

"Do you need a chaperone?"

"Need one or not, it seems we'll have one."

"You'd be surprised," she blurted out, then blushed, realizing she'd actually said that part out loud.

Blake tilted his head and smiled at her.

"Well, now I'm really looking forward to it," he said, not commenting at all on her comment, though he had obviously noticed it. "Anything I should bring?"

"I'm sure not, but if you feel obliged, bring alcohol. Wine is always welcome."

"It's a deal. Just what we need to make some bad decisions."

This time it was Erin who chose to let the comment go unanswered. Blake left to get to work and Erin sat down and attempted productivity as well. They didn't chat again until mid afternoon.

"Say, I didn't go too far, did I?" he asked, pulling her aside. "I know we joke and tease, but I want to make sure I wasn't an asshole. I know you're married and all that."

"You didn't at all," she reassured him. "Yes, I'm married, and happily so. It was actually Steven's idea to have you over."

"Did he make that offer before or after he saw how you were dressed today?" Blake joked.

"Oh, it was after," she said.

That silenced Blake for a beat.

"You've got me wondering just what I'm getting myself into," he finally said.

"Don't worry. You're not getting yourself into anything more than you want to. If all you want is a nice dinner in thanks for welcoming someone new to town, then that's what you'll get."

She paused, feeling her heart pounding, then reached down to take hold of his hand. She lifted it up, and pressed his palm firmly against her left breast, and took a deep breath.

"If you want more, however, let's just say that's not off the menu either."

She held him there for another few heartbeats, then dropped his hand and turned to walk away.

"I'll send you the address," she said over her shoulder, catching him watching her ass. "Come over at 7:00."

Erin had been putting on a good face, enjoying her heightened level of teasing, but now that the date had been made, she couldn't believe she'd actually done it. She knew that nothing would happen without her wanting to, but still she had set something in motion, and now it might just be possible that she could actually feel what it would be like to have Blake's hands on her.

She waited until home to tell Steven that he'd accepted. She wanted to see his reaction in person, just to see how he might react to her calling his bluff, if that was what this was. To her surprise, he seemed perhaps even more excited than she did. He went right into planning mode and Erin just watched his eyes. What was it about this idea that seemed to light a fire under him? Weren't men supposed to be jealous of another man's interest in their wife?

His enthusiasm didn't fade overnight either. He arranged his Saturday morning all around getting ready. He cleaned the house and did laundry, including their bedsheets. He went shopping, as he also got her approval on his proposed menu for a dinner that would be delicious but not too filling.

Erin decided, since he seemed to have everything in hand, decided on the spa. She booked herself a full massage, manicure, pedicure, and even a waxing. That more than anything else made her accept that she was really considering going all the way. By the time she left she was feeling relaxed, sexy and smooth. She almost looked forward to someone new getting to see her. She took a stroll through the mall afterwards and on a whim also decided to pick up a new lingerie set for the evening. Why shouldn't she look her best, after all? There might just be two men getting to see her later, and she wanted them both to be drooling for her. Maybe Steven might even have second thoughts about sharing her.

Despite her mind being full of these thoughts, the day actually moved by quickly. Before she knew it, it was 6:30 and she was getting ready while Steven finished cooking and setting the table. She ran her fingers over the lines of her new lace bra and patching panties, and felt the hug of the wide lace band of the thigh-high stockings. She almost wanted to take a photo of herself this way before getting dressed. But then the doorbell rang. She heard Steven letting Blake in, and she hurriedly pulled on her dress.

The two of them were sitting in the living room when she descended the stairs. True gentlemen both, they stood when she arrived.

"You look incredible," Steven commented, breaking the ice.

"You really do know how to make an entrance," Blake added.

Steven got the last few items ready, got Erin a drink, and then ushered them to the dining table to eat. Beyond commenting on the food, they were having a hard time thinking of things to say. Erin could see the nervousness on Blake's face, and she didn't know quite how to express herself either. Their banter at work really was built on a foundation of flirting, she realized, and it was downright uncomfortable trying to flirt in front of her husband.

"I guess there's an elephant in the room that should be addressed," Steven said, shattering the latest uncomfortable moment of silence. "I believe that Erin is attracted to you, and I guess I understand or believe that you are attracted to her as well. Erin and I have raised the idea of her having something physical with someone else. It started off as joking or teasing, I think, but that joking made me confront the way they way I felt about it. Do you ever have that feeling where something turns you on, even if you don't fully understand why? I'm afraid that's how I've been feeling, imagining another man with my wife. She's so beautiful, as I'm sure you've noticed. Something about the idea of her showing me how sexy she is by letting me know that other men would be with her if she let them... it makes me feel overwhelming in love. I guess it also makes me feel like she's in charge too. She makes the decisions. Does that make sense?"

"I... guess so," Blake answered while shifting in his chair.

"Have you thought about being in bed with her?" Steven asked.

"I... wow... yes, I guess I have. Of course I have. She's a knockout.," Blake answered.

"Erin, would you tell me if you've thought about being with Blake?" Steven asked.

"I have, but I would never have cheated on you," Erin said.

"I know you wouldn't have," Steven said, smiling softly. "But even so, you like to tease me about the idea of you with another man, don't you?"

"I do. I know I've done that. I don't know why."

"Let's find out. Blake, are you willing to do us this favour?"

"Uhm, I guess I'm in if Erin is," Blake answered.

Erin realized just how close they were to making a fantasy real.

"And you, Erin?" Steven asked. "Do you want to do this?"

"I do," she said. "But I have a condition."

"What's that?" both men asked in unison.

"I want Steven to have to watch. I want him sitting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. Don't worry, Blake, he won't take part, and he won't say a thing. I found a little store while I was out shopping today, and I bought these."

Erin reached for her purse and pulled out a red rubber ball gag, and a pair of novelty handcuffs.

"Well this just got even more interesting," Steven said.

"Stand up," Erin instructed her husband.

When he did, she moved his hands and cuffed them together behind his back. Once they clicked closed, she had him open his mouth to accept the gag. She made sure it was buckled securely but not too tight, just as the shop girl had shown her.

"Go upstairs, sit in the chair, and wait for us," she said.

He nodded, smiling around the gag, and stepped away. He moved slowly up the stairs, no longer having the use of his hands to steady himself.

Erin turned to Blake and had him stand as well.

"Are you really okay with this?" she asked. "You don't have to. I know it might be weird."

"Weird isn't quite the word I'd use," he answered, "but if you think I'm not going to take advantage of a change like this to be with a woman like you, you're crazy."

He leaned forward and kissed her. It was tentative at first, but as her lips responded to the pressure and kissed back, he lifted his hands to her face and held her as the kiss deepened. Erin brought her arms around him and held him, feeling him just as strong as she'd imagined. Her fingers moved to his chest and she began to unbutton his shirt. His chest was hairy and she rang her fingers over him and purred.

Blake in turn found the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it downward. With a little help, it fell off her shoulders and then to the floor.

"Oh my god," he moaned, looking at her ensemble underneath.

"You like?" she smiled.

"I fucking love it," he gasped and pulled her close into another kiss, this time with his hands cupping her ass.

"Are you ready to put on a show?" she asked.

"I'm not even going to be thinking about him," Blake answered. "Just you."

"That's good," Erin answered. "He just watches."

She took his hand and led him upstairs. Steven, as instructed, was sitting there alone, gagged and silent, his arms behind him over the back of the wooden chair. Erin positioned herself and Black so that it was her looking at Steven, and her husband getting to see her facial expressions as Blake held her and kissed her and lowered her onto the bed.

Erin helped him out of his pants and then his boxers as well. Blake didn't seem too well practiced, but he managed to get Erin out of her lingerie, leaving her wearing just the stockings. He paid proper attention to all of her, kissing her neck and her breasts, then lowering his lips to her belly and thighs. Steven squirmed, feeling himself so hard as he sat and watched that it was almost painful.

Blake's tongue caressed and lapped, bringing out the most exquisite moans from Erin until she could endure it no longer and pulled him up. She spread her thighs wide and nearly begged for him to fill her. His thrusts were eager and strong, growing faster and deeper as the two of them kissed and moaned and groped each other. Erin felt him so thick and hard inside her, gripping the bed sheets and rolling her head back. He was big and hot on top of her and she loved the pressure. He touched her so wantingly, and his touch was new. He paid attention to different parts of her body than Steven did.

She lifted her head and saw Steven there, almost like a dream. He was watching so intently, drooling around his gag, squirming around on the chair. She could tell he wanted her so badly, but he couldn't have her in any way until she decided she was done with this other man. The knowledge thrilled her, pushing her to growing heights of arousal.

Seeing Steven watching this all, feeling the bliss of Blake inside her, it was so wonderful. They both wanted her so completely.

The spasms of her orgasm hit her hard and she screamed out with surprise and pleasure. That was all that Blake needed and he couldn't hold on any longer. He came, thick and warm, inside of Erin's hot, tight pussy. With his last thrusts he pumped it all inside her then collapsed. The two of them lay there, panting, whispering thanks to each other.

In the aftermath, the awareness of Steven's presence seemed a bit too much for Blake.

"I... I guess I should go," he said.

"I get it," Erin answered. "Everything is good. Don't worry. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, yes. Thanks again. This was... this was incredible," Blake answered, then gathered up his clothes and fled the bedroom without even looking at Steven.

Erin giggled out loud as she heard him make his way downstairs and then out, the door closing behind him.

"Did you like that?" Erin asked, propping her head up on pillows to see her husband sitting in his chair.

Steven nodded eagerly.

"Come here," she said.

Steven stood and walked over to her, his wrists still trapped behind him, unable to say anything intelligible.

Erin sat up, just enough to loosen his belt and tug his pants down enough for him to kick and step out of. She pulled down his underwear and tucked the waistband under his balls. It was thrilling to see just how hard he was, just from watching her. She rolled over and lifted her ass up in the air, her knees on the bed still, and her face on her pillow, turned to the side so she could just see him.

"Fuck me," she commanded. "I want to feel you inside while his cum is still there. I want you to feel Blake's load around you as you get hard inside me."

It took some doing, without the use of his hands, but Steven managed to press the head of his throbbing erection against Erin's pink, swollen lips. He could see her glistening wet, with Blake's cum starting to leak out of her. He moaned against the gag and pushed with his hips, entering her. He could feel the warmth inside her and it was somehow both humiliating and thrilling to be the second man pleasuring her that night.

He knew, from those nights when they had had multiple sessions, how it was a different sensation the second time, but now he was getting that experience due to what he'd just watched. Erin wasn't even letting him use his hands. Erin wasn't letting him speak, to add those words of love or encouragement. She was just offering him up seconds, and it felt wicked and wonderful to her.

His motion was familiar, but different, thanks to the cuffs. And it was different still from how Blake had been. She was having two men on the same night. Two men, both eager to be with her and please her and fulfill her. Two men, and one of them getting only harder because of his place as second, at least this night. It helped that Steven was limited in how he was able to move inside her, as it granted her more time to savour the predicament he was in, and of how he'd been so eager to be so. She was amazed by it all, perhaps most of all because it felt even better than she'd dared to imagine, all those times that she'd teased him with the idea.

She felt Steven getting close and she reached down to add pressure to her clit as he thrust into her, so deep and urgent. She came with him, screaming out with bliss as he moaned and gurgled. She felt his spurting load enter her, and the thought of these men's seed mixed together inside her was intoxicating.

Once she recovered enough to move, afterwards, she rolled over just enough to reach Steven and remove his gag.

"Did you like that?" she asked in a throaty whisper.

"Oh fuck yes. I loved it. Thank you so much," he answered. "Did you?"

"I really, really did. More than I thought I would," Erin confessed, as she rolled onto her back.

Steven was smiling so wide that she almost wanted to laugh.

"I'm so happy. I was worried that I had gotten too lost in my own fantasy of what it would be like. You surprised me with the gag and the cuffs though," he said.

Speaking of the cuffs, could you let me out of them?"

"Not quite yet," she said. "First, I want to watch you lick me clean. Get your tongue deep inside me. I want to know that you're tasting all three of us."

Steven looked up at her, just long enough for her return gaze to convince him she wasn't kidding.

"As you wish," he replied, then squirmed his way into position.

His tongue was magical and, as she'd instructed, it reached deep inside her, curling and lapping up every bit of warm, gooey cum he could. He was so slutty, so eager, so depraved about it, that it turned her on all over again.

"Ohhh fuck, you're a good little cuck," she gasped as his ministrations brought her over the edge again, and she soaked his face anew, hit by a fresh wave of orgasm.

Late that night, once Steven was free and Erin was resting, naked in bed, she turned to him and found that he too was still awake.

"We can do this again, right?" Erin asked.

"Whenever you want," he answered.

"Good," she said, and fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The End