Lynn's Validation

"Holmberg with the pass to center ice..." The masculine voices of sports commentators drifted down the hall as Lynn unlocked the front door to number 99 and stepped into her home. She kicked off her heels and walked down the hall to the living room. A hockey game raged on the TV and Bill and his friends were clustered in the glow like sycophants before an electric idol. Half a dozen beer cans and two chip bowls cluttered the coffee table before them like crude offerings. Bill, Craig, and a rusty haired stranger remained fixated; Lynn's presence in the open doorway passing beneath their notice. The story of my life, Lynn frowned.

It wasn't like her to self-deprecate, but McGraw's had been a total bust. With all the new students in town, even the older dudes were looking for fresh meat. Lynn was anything but fresh. Another year or two and I'll be wilting in earnest. She crossed her arms and sighed again, but no one heard her. The TV was too loud and the Leafs were on the offensive. "Hey guys," Lynn said, finally announcing her presence to the enraptured. She received a chorus of half-hearted greetings, but Bill and Craig didn't so much as turn their heads. Predictable. The stranger did a double take, her fishnets and cleavage catching his intention as he glanced her way. He leaped to his feet.

"Hey Bill, is this your wife?" The stranger said, he stuck out his hand. "Hi I'm Gordon. You must be Lynn. You work with my wife Wendy?" Ah yes Wendy. Technically she didn't just work with Wendy. Wendy was Lynn's employee. Gordon's wife was a lawyer in the legal department under Lynn's management.

"Hi Gordon," Lynn said, offering him a tight lipped smile. She let him shake her hand. He was handsome, clean shaven, and well built. A little younger than Bill and Craig, with only the first few speckles of grey in his auburn hair. He released her hand and pushed a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles back up his nose. He was wearing black gym shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. He was a runner, obviously. And Lynn could smell the faint odour of his dried sweat.

"He shoots... he SCORES!" The TV erupted and a siren blared across the living room. Gordon spun away from her to see what had happened. And soon all the men were on their feet, cheering along with the crowd. Lynn rolled her eyes. Hockey was overrated: she preferred basketball. Gordon watched the replay with rapt attention, apparently having totally forgotten her.

"You wanna join us Lynn?" Bill asked. Her husband finally looked away from the TV as the commentary began. "You're back pretty early. What happened? Did you strike out?" He'd watched her get dressed, but his eyes widened as he took in her outfit.

"Completely," Lynn shook her head and turned away. She wasn't interested in the game and it was clear Bill and his friends were committed to watching the whole thing. "And thanks for the invitation, but I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

"Okay," Bill replied. He turned back to the TV.

Lynn was halfway up the stairs and seriously considering a bottle of wine and a bath when she had an idea. She'd failed to attract any attention at McGraw's, but that didn't mean she couldn't rope in one of these guys. Gordon was attractive enough and he seemed interested in her. He was closest to the entrance to the living room. Maybe she'd be able to pull him away from Craig and her husband for a little fun.

Lynn walked back to the living room, stopped in the doorway and immediately balked. She didn't have any clue how to proposition him and fucking her underling's husband was a recipe for serious workplace drama. She was about to turn away again when Gordon noticed her and forced her hand. "Is everything okay, Lynn?" He asked, noticing her frown.

Lynn's mind raced. If she just walked away now, she could spare herself the embarrassment of being rejected-- or worse-- having to explain the escapade to Wendy on Monday. But no, her libido was roiling in her gut; sexual frustration warring against anxiety. She needed to get laid.

Lynn looked Gordon in the eye. "Do you want to watch?" she asked quietly. She twitched her eyebrows. She wanted to give him some signal to indicate that she was suggesting something salacious but probably just ended up looking silly.

"We're already watching thegame, Lynn," Craig declared, oblivious. If there was one thing Bill and Craig could be counted on, it was fixating on a Leafs game. But Gordon was staring at her; mouth agape and eyes widened in shock. He'd not only heard, he'd understood. Somehow her awkwardness hadn't put him off. The circle of his open mouth turned into an excited grin as he reached past Craig and smacked Bill on the leg. She'd only planned to pull Gordon, but realised she could maybe pull all three of them. Lynn nearly panicked. Being the exclusive focus of three men would be amazing. But what if they rejected her outright? She steeled herself and remembered the first time she'd asked a judge to throw out a criminal case. Her motion had been turned down and she'd survived. She could survive this.

"What did you say?" Bill asked. He turned down the volume on the TV.

This was her chance. She could flee, or make some excuse, but she wanted the validation. She had to know that it wasn't her; that despite her misfortune at McGraw's she was still desirable. She could repeat her invitation to Gordon, or she could try to nab all three of these guys. Could she handle them? She took a deep breath. "I was just wondering whether you and your friends would like to watch me take a shower?" The words rushed out of her like water from a broken dam. There was no taking them back now. Lynn swept her eyes over the three men.

"But what about...?" Craig remained glued to the tube. Lynn wasn't convinced he'd actually understood.

"Shut up Craig." Bill interrupted, losing interest in the game immediately. He stood, swiped the remote off the table with a big brown hand and paused the game.

"Aw come on man!" Craig threw his hands up in protest. "It was just getting good!"

"This is why we have a DVR," Bill turned off the TV.

"Wait, what's going on?" Craig asked.

"Lynn just invited us to watch her take a shower you buffoon," Bill grinned. "Get off your ass."

Lynn turned and walked out of the living-room. She debated leaving her purse on the table by the door but her phone and all their condoms were inside. She needed to call Wendy. She walked quickly up the stairs, trying to remain calm, but the men were rallying and by the time she got to the top their eager footsteps were pounding on the steps behind her. She crossed the distance to the bathroom in a rush of short quick footsteps, cursing the skirt hugging her thighs.

Lynn reached the bathroom door and pulled it closed, keeping herself and the three men on the outside. She turned to face them as they crowded around her in the narrow hallway. They loomed over her, hands twitching eagerly towards her flesh. Her mind went into overdrive. If I don't reign them in, they'll be screwing me on the bathroom floor in a few seconds. Lynn stared them down, stopping them in their tracks. "These are the rules," she declared.

All three checked themselves and relaxed, hands dropping to their sides. I've got to set some boundaries, she thought. Even though part of her wanted them to just jump her, she felt like she'd panic if things moved too quickly. "I'm going into the bathroom- alone," she told them, looking at them in the eye one at a time. "I'm going to get undressed..."

"Hot," Craig declared, interrupting her. She rolled her eyes and frowned at him.

"Shut up, Craig," Bill punched him gently on the arm.

"Ow, sorry."

Thank you, Bill. Lynn cleared her throat. "I'm going to get undressed, get into the shower and then I'll think about inviting you in." She told them. "No one is getting into the shower with me, or opening the door unless I say so. You get to watch that's it."

"Can we..." Craig began. BIll stared incredulously at him, eyes and one hand open wide, like 'come on man'. Gordon was leaning back against the wall, trying to look nonchalant.

"It's okay Craig. Go ahead," Lynn said, refocusing her attention. She braced for the worst. Craig was a good lay, but he turned into an absolute clown when Bill was around.

"Can we touch ourselves while we're looking at you?" Craig asked, leering brazenly at her. She kinda wanted to kick him in the balls, but the look he was giving her was what she'd been after at McGraws. It said, fuck-yeah-I'd-hit-that. For a moment she imagined Craig losing control and pushing her hard into the bathroom door, pressing himself against her and groping her flesh, lips locking onto hers, he'd push her to the bathroom floor and... A flurry of anxiety tickled her gut and she pushed the fantasy away. The inquiry was as audacious as her invitation to watch her shower. Lucky for him, she wanted to see their cocks.

"If you guys want to jerk each other off while I'm washing my armpits you go right ahead," she quipped, feigning indifference. She imagined them staring at her through the shower door, watching as water cascaded down her skin, stroking themselves until... No no no, don't get distracted. She turned the doorknob and slipped inside. She looked back through the narrowing gap. "No peeking," she warned them, wagging her finger theatrically. "You can't come in until I say so." They nodded their understanding and she closed the door, locking it behind her.

"Jeez Craig, you really have no subtlety," she heard Bill say.

"I can't help it man," Craig lowered his voice, but Lynn pressed her ear against the door and shamelessly eavesdropped. "Did you see what she's wearing? Your wife is fucking hot." Her heart leapt and she felt a familiar warmth in her loins. He couldn't help it. Right now Craig's foolishness was a little endearing, but she hoped he was better at controlling himself when he saw pretty women on the street. She stripped off her top and bra as she listened in on them.

"I'm with Craig on this one," Gordon remarked quietly. "That outfit is incredible; does she often participate in... things?" Gordon finished lamely, lowering his voice further. Lynn knew he was asking about the Community- the swingers. Gordon and Wendy had recently joined the lifestyle, but Bill and Lynn had never fooled around with them before. She felt a boost of confidence as she realised Gordon was practically asking Bill for permission to fuck her. Would Wendy approve of this, given their work relationship? Lynn had to find out.

"Definitely," Bill said, "but we've gotta tone it down. Random unsolicited comments and obscene requests could spoil this whole thing."

Lynn turned away from the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her boost of self-confidence evaporated like water on a hot grill. Her heart sank. No matter what Bill and the others said or did, she just couldn't see it. It had already been a year since they'd had Jordan and her tits were still enormous, heavy, and full of milk. She couldn't help but slip an arm under them to lift them further up her chest, momentarily alleviating their weight from her back as much as the droop caused by her age. Lynn sighed, let them fall and reached back to unzip her skirt. She let it drop to the floor and examined the stretch marks and cellulite that had ruined her skin. She'd lost her youth and her beauty bringing Jordan into the world. Why on earth did her husband and his friends still want to see her naked? Surely they didn't want to ogle her. She was a hag. She felt her mood dip.

Okay, this line of thinking isn't working. If I keep treating myself like this I'm gonna make myself depressed. She took off her underwear and fishnets and tossed them into a corner. She turned back to the mirror. What do they see? Lynn asked herself. Big tits, wide hips... ugg who cares? Was her sense of self-worth really tied to this pack of TV worshipping hockey-philes? She walked to the counter by the sink and leaned forward towards the mirror, staring herself in the eyes. Lynn reminded herself of her accomplishments. Her superb grades in school, her successful litigation and the accompanying rise to director of her company's legal department. Lynn was a successful woman, and she could be independent if she wanted to. She'd chosen Bill as her life partner partially because of his willingness to support her career and help her take care of their children, but she was her own person. She didn't really need the men to validate her. She'd reached this point in her life with hard work and force of will. The shape of her body had nothing to do with her success or her value as a human being.

But Lynn had none of the things she found attractive about women. She wished she had a slender body and firmer, perkier breasts instead of her ridiculous milk factories, but the fiasco at McGraw's had started with her need to get laid. Her anxiety wasn't really about how she looked. It was about not having her needs met and it seemed very unlikely that situation would persist much longer. I'm a queen and I'm going to have the best orgasm of my life tonight, she told herself. Her sour mood fled as quickly as it had come.

"You almost ready in there hun?" Bill asked through the door.

"Hold your horses!" Lynn shouted back. She still had to call Wendy. Her phone was in her purse. She pushed past her lip gloss, wallet, keys, condoms, sugar-free gum, hair ties, loose coins, tampons, change of underwear, and about a billion point-of-sale receipts to find her phone. A quick swipe and it was open. She dialed Wendy and lifted the phone to her ear as she opened the shower stall and turned on the cold water.

"Hello Madam Moreau," Wendy answered. Most bosses insisted on using first names to foster a more comfortable work environment, but Lynn had worked too hard to maintain her position as Director to give up any of it's perks. "It's a little late. Is everything okay?" Wendy's phone voice was demure, but firm.

"Yes. Everything is fine. I'm calling you regarding matters of a personal nature and I'm pressed for time. I'm going to make this short," Lynn began, adopting the formal tone she used in the office. Lynn had rushed into this, and she realised suddenly that her intentions weren't clear even to herself. She took a deep breath and searched her feelings. I'm not just gonna let them watch. Shit. Here we go. "Your husband is here," Lynn said quietly. "I want to..." she swallowed. What if she wants me to send him home? What if she freaks out? What if this drives a wedge between us at work?

"Yes?" Wendy asked, concerned.

Lynn gathered her courage. "This is a courtesy call," she said finally. "I want to sleep with your husband."

"I see." Wendy's voice wavered and she was quiet for a few moments as she considered the implications. "It's alright," Wendy said finally. "As long as he comes home."

Lynn felt a wash of guilt and relief. "I promise not to penalise you in any way if you say no, Wendy," she pressed. "Don't say yes just because I'm your boss. Say yes because you'll be happy for him."

She heard Wendy sigh on the other end of the line. "It's fine. I'll be okay. This swinging thing is new and weird, but this is the whole point right? Each of us being able to explore our wild sexual fantasies safely? Hell Gordon watched me fuck the guy working the late shift at a 7-11 last week."

"Oh really?" Lynn's curiosity was piqued, but she knew hearing that story would have to wait.

"Just make sure Gordon comes his brains out." Wendy told her.

Lynn's guilt transformed into excitement. "Any suggestions on that front?"

"Yeah. He loves oral sex," Wendy advised vehemently. "Get down on your knees. Then let him fuck your mouth."

Although she couldn't see it, Lynn imagined Wendy was grinning wickedly on the other end of the line. Way to turn the tables. Wendy couldn't lord it over her boss in the office, but could maybe enjoy her husband having some control over Lynn. "I'll take that suggestion under advisement. Before I let you go, what's the status of the Chen Hua file?" Lynn asked.

"It's already in your inbox," Wendy reported.

"Great. I'll see you on Monday." Lynn ended the call and tiptoed to the bathroom door. She unlocked it and then turned back towards the shower.

The shower door opened with a squeak and Lynn stepped inside, cooing when her feet touched the cold tile and cool water coming out of the shower head. She turned the knob to the left and let the shower run until the water warmed up and steam started to fill the bathroom. She adjusted the temperature again and then stepped under the stream, sighing as hot water cascaded over her skin. "Okay, you can come in now!" She shouted.

The door opened and the men let themselves into the room. Craig entered first, followed by her husband. Gordon came in last. The steam was already doing it's job. Between the fog on the glass, and the steam in the air she could barely see them, and that meant she was practically invisible.

"Hey Lynn sorry about before. I didn't mean to be so crude." Craig apologised. He looked and sounded genuinely remorseful.

"It's okay Craig. Thanks for apologising." She reached for the shampoo and turned her head into the shower stream. "How's the view?"

"Kinda steamy," Bill said. She loved him so much, but he reached for the fan switch. She'd left it off on purpose. With the room full of steam it would be so much more difficult for them to see her nakedness through the glass door of the stall.

"Shit." Lynn muttered, frozen with the shampoo bottle unopened in her hand. The fan spun into action, and began sucking the steam out of the room.

"Is everything okay?" Bill asked, noticing the anxiety in her voice.

"Yeah, everything is fine," Lynn lied. Her heart fluttered anxiously and she squeezed a gob of shampoo out into her palm.

What if they see me naked and they don't think I'm hot anymore? Humiliation, rejection. Didn't I just have the revelation that my self worth isn't tied to my appearance? She was still self conscious. If they decided they suddenly didn't want her anymore she'd be mortified and inconsolable. She pulled the hairband out of her blond strands and worked up a lather as Bill reached for the switch again. What if they see me and they do think I'm hot? For a moment she imagined them opening the door, and filing into the shower to fuck her against the wall; one at a time. She remembered their behavior in the hallway, how they were already reaching for her by the time she reined them in. The odds, Lynn realized, were on her side.

"It's okay Bill, leave it on," she said, and swiped her arm from left to right across the glass so she could see them. Craig sat half on the counter, leaning back against the far wall. He looked like a lumberjack with his full beard, loose fitting boot-cut jeans and a plaid shirt tucked in over his beer belly. His arms were crossed, and he watched her silhouette through the steamy glass, looking a little bored.

Gordon stood in the middle of the room with his back against the door. He pulled his glasses off and rubbed them on his t-shirt. Poor bastard was already pitching a tent in his gym shorts. He knew the score, but he couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to stare or tactfully avert his eyes. Last on the right was her husband Bill.

Bill was round, and wide as a line backer, but strong as a bull. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and his ebon skin glistened in the steamy bathroom. Despite being a massive cow herself--stop that--Bill could still pick her up and toss her around the house when she wanted him too. He met her eyes through the glass and she felt his patient hunger in her loins.

Come on Lynn, you're not a cow. You're beautiful. She assured herself. There are three men here who want to have their way with you. That has to mean something.

"Hey Gordon," she said. His eyes rose to meet hers. She felt a subtle thrill, but she hadn't cleared enough of the glass for him to see much of her anyway. She stepped back into the stream of water and let it carry the suds out of her hair. "What-cha got in your pants there buddy?"

Gordon coughed and looked away, his pale skin flushing as he awkwardly tried to pull his t-shirt down over his erection.

"Come on man, answer her," Bill teased, leaning towards his friend with a wide grin on his face. "Tell her what you've got in your pants!"

"Yeah come on Gordon, what are you hiding in there?" Craig added, joining in.

Gordon shifted uncomfortably, and glanced at Craig. Bill's chastisement was certainly fresh in Gordon's mind. He pulled his waistband out with one hand and looked down into his boxers. "Uhhh it seems to be a slight stiffening of my male genitalia," he said with mock concern.

Lynn chuckled. Fucking dweeb. He practically doesn't deserve to go first. "Just a slight stiffening?" Lynn teased.

"Yeah. Just a little, slight, erecting of my... penile region," Gordon raised his hand and held his thumb and index fingers an inch apart. How modest.

"Does this help?" Lynn swiped the glass again, this time hoping to reveal her midriff. The mood in the room changed immediately. Craig dropped off the counter and stood up straight. His mocking smile wilted and his mouth hung open as he squinted at her through the new window in the fog. Bill's eyes shot up quickly and Gordon stifled a whistle.

"That helps immensely," Craig advised.

She had no way to tell exactly what they were seeing, but she turned her back on them, suddenly self conscious. Her heart raced. I want this, she reminded herself. And they want me. They think I'm still hot; unlike those stupid frat boys at McGraw's. She reached for the shower knob and turned the temperature down.

Body next. She reached for her body wash and squirted some on her loofah. She soaped herself slowly, turning to present them with her profile. With the water now lukewarm, the steam fled the room until nothing hid her from the men but the glass, a little fog and a spattering of water. Craig quickly joined Gordon in the boner club, and she looked over at her husband in time to see him adjust himself.

"Take them out," she said suddenly. Another thrill ran up her spine. "I want to see your cocks." One by one they took out their business. Gordon got his out first of course; the waistband of his shorts did nothing to impede him. Her husband was next, his stiffened member swinging out of his sweatpants like a baton. Craig took a little longer as he undid his belt and pulled his jeans part way down his thighs so his cock could spring out as it was set free. "Very nice guys," she said. I'll take one of each, thank you very much.

"Did you go for a run today Gordon? I couldn't help but notice you're built like a guy who can run a few kay." Lynn asked, bending down to wash her legs and feet. She turned and let her ass press against the glass and heard all three of them gasp. She blushed, pleased with herself.

"I did actually," Gordon was practically out of breath already, horny bastard.

"Did you get a chance to shower after your run or were you sitting in my living room marinading in your own sweat?" She rinsed the soap off her body.

"It was more of a brine actually," He pushed his glasses up again. "I finished my run on your doorstep. I haven't been home yet," Gordon winced.

"I see. You wanna take a shower?" Lynn asked. She resisted the urge to bite her lip like a school-girl.

"What, right now?"

She locked eyes with him through the glass of the shower door. No, tomorrow. Idiot. "Yes Gordon, right now."

He glanced back at Bill, "Fuck yes!" Gordon exclaimed. He tore his shirt off, dropped his shorts, and tossed his glasses on the counter. He was hopping on one foot, pulling a sock off with one hand and reaching towards the shower door with the other when Bill cleared his throat. Gordon stopped in his tracks and turned to face his friend. "Uhh..."

"It's polite to ask for permission, before you jump into the shower with someone else's wife," Craig pointed out.

"But I thought..." Gordon stammered and gestured at Craig and Bill.

Yes Gordon, we're swingers. Lynn thought. We fuck each other's spouses all the time, but there are rules.

"House rules," Craig advised. "You've gotta ask Bill for permission first."

"Right." He sighed and stood up straight, shrugging his shoulders. He was still erect as a flagpole and he covered himself awkwardly with his hands as he turned to face the two men. "Bill are you cool with me climbing into the shower with your naked wife?" In the mirror, Gordon had a meek, concerned expression on his face, like he was worried Bill might say 'no'.

"Whatchu planning to do in there?" Bill asked, narrowing his eyes. Lynn loved the theatrics. It was a bit, and everyone but Gordon was in on it.

"Whatever she wants," Gordon replied, betting on a safe answer. He glanced over as she relaxed under the water and then back at Bill. "I'm kind of hoping to get my hands on those err... your tits though,... ma'am."

Lynn raised her eyebrows. Men. Does anything make them happier than two handfuls of breast-meat? She thought about Craig's obsession with hockey. The local team delivering a win maybe.

"Go for it," Bill said, pretending to acquiesce. He winked at her as Gordon turned back towards the shower, now totally naked. Lynn pushed the shower door open for him, revealing her own nakedness to the room for the first time. All three of them leered shamelessly at her.

She learned later that Gordon loved running and swimming. His body was muscular and lithe. Lynn preferred Bill's ogrish build or even Craig's dad-bod but she anticipated an appreciation for Gordon's stamina and the firm solidity of his athletic form. He was the youngest of the three by a decade at least, and unlike Craig, grey hair hadn't found a serious foothold anywhere on his body. His face was long, but handsome, with mischievous eyes and short rusty hair. She stepped back and let him into the shower, looking down at the trimmed tip and curve of his erection as the water swept over his body. He pulled the door closed behind him and suddenly they were alone in the shower.

Predictably, he reached for her tits immediately. "Whoa slow down, Roger Rabbit," Lynn said covering herself with her hands. She kept her voice low and repelled him with a scandalised glare. "Aren't you gonna say hi to me first?"

"Oh sorry, hi Lynn. Thanks for... this," Gordon stammered. He was nervous; it was endearing.

Lynn reached up and put her arms around his neck, turning her lips towards his. His breath smelled like beer and chewing gum but she could smell the ripeness of his workout. She pushed him back. "You're filthy," she said, handing him the soapy loofah, she stood back as much as she could in the cramped shower stall. He washed himself, staring at her like a high-schooler who'd never seen a pair of cans before.

"You gonna be okay?" Lynn asked as he scrubbed his cock and balls.

"Oh yeah, I'm just kinda blown away that you said you'd let us watch you in the shower, let alone get in with you", Gordon explained. "I just met you." He scrubbed his whole body, finishing his his feet and then hung the loofah under the shower head.

"Normally I wouldn't."

"What's different now?" He asked, eyeing her carefully.

Lynn moved over so he could rinse off. "It's simple: I'm extremely horny," she reached out and massaged the ball of flesh at the end of his erection.

This set him off. He moved towards her in the tight confines of the shower stall, and she let him push her back against the wall. She gasped as the still cool tile touched her skin. Could she stop him if he decided to justtake her? Would she want to stop him? She wasn't on the pill, and her appointment to have her IUD installed wasn't for another few weeks. Horny though she was, she didn't know if it was enough to make her want to have unprotected sex with a stranger. His hands came up to cup her breasts and Lynn lifted one arm over her head, making them perk up for him. She kept her other hand on his manhood and stroked him as he leaned into her, squeezing a tit in each hand. He kissed her face and neck and her apprehension faded. Oh boy, I want to fuck. She realised. Lynn imagined him just losing control pushing her leg up and thrusting himself inside her, or- as Wendy had suggested- pushing her to her knees to make her suck his cock.

"What do you think of my stretch marks?" Lynn asked suddenly. She pushed him back a little, and let go of his cock. She looked down at herself and pressed the rippled skin of her belly with both hands. Jeeeeez. Control yourself Lynn, she chastised herself. What if he says something awkward?

"They're beautiful actually," Gordon assured her. "Wendy has them too. They always remind me of the cracks in Japanese Kintsugi bowls. You know, the ones that break and then get repaired with gold?" He ran his hand over her stomach, it was an incredibly affectionate gesture. Lynn looked up and saw an expression she was pretty sure Gordon should reserve for his wife.

Wow, he's super sweet, Lynn thought, although she didn't know anything about broken Japanese bowls. She was a lawyer, and although she appreciated art, this was something that was literally foreign to her. Nevertheless, she decided she liked him. "Gordon did you know I just had a baby last year?"

"Yeah. Jordan right?" he asked. Gordon stuck his head under the shower and his face disappeared as his red hair drooped down in front of his eyes. He pulled his head out and swept the whole mess back with one hand.

"Yeah, he's with my folks tonight. Anyway, uh..." Lynn paused, suddenly self-conscious again. "... so I've got more milk in these jugs than a Costco Wholesale," she quipped. Lynn's nipples were a major erogenous zone. "You can have a taste if you want," she said quickly. "No pressure."

"Wow, are you sure?" His hands were reaching out again, and she let him fondle her as the steaming water poured over them.

Lynn reached down and grabbed his junk again. "It's just you and me in here, Gordon. You can do anything you want to me." She held his gaze, hoping he'd do something rash and prove that she was irresistible, but he fixated on her nipples, rubbing them gently with his fingers until they stood erect. She hummed appreciatively, then his lips were on her, teeth gently but sharply nibbling, while his other hand continued to pluck at her flesh. "No teeth please!" She insisted. "You can bite me in other places, but not on my nipples... or my clit." The sharpness vanished and then he was sucking on her, pulling a sweet mouthful of milk from each of her tits. Lynn held his head against her breast and pushed one of his hands down between her legs.

The middle and ring fingers of his left hand slid over her clit and she felt the hard surface of his wedding band as he parted her labia. She spread her thighs and felt a warm wet squish as his fingers entered her. Yeah. I'm getting fucked tonight, she told herself. Gordon let go of her breasts and swallowed. He began exploring her body with his free hand while he moved his fingers inside her. He kissed her shoulders and neck, then nibbled her earlobe.

"I want to fuck you, Lynn," he breathed, whispering softly. Her hands were on his back, her chin on his shoulder. She was pinned in the back of the shower. She looked at her husband through the glass, he was watching them intently and saying something to Craig, but she couldn't hear them.

"Right here in front of Bill?" She teased.

He hesitated, his formerly greedy digits froze for a moment inside her. "Yeah right here in the shower in front of Bill." He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and slowly sucked her nectar into his mouth.

"What are you waiting for?" I'm not on the pill, I'm not on the pill, I'm not on the pill! She lifted her leg and balanced herself against the wall as he got his arm under her knee. She had to go up on her toes a little bit so he could get the right angle, but then he was inside her, pinning her to the wall and thrusting from the hips. She let out a gasp as he knocked on the door of her womb. Oh that feels good! Oh shit I'm not on the pill, her anxiety spiked, but she didn't want him to stop. She let him continue for a few more seconds before reason asserted itself. I can't get pregnant.

"Do you two need a condom?" Bill asked, concerned.

"It's okay Bill," Lynn said, raising her voice to be heard over the shower. "Don't come inside me," she whispered to Gordon.

"No birth control?" Gordon's rhythm faltered.

Lynn shook her head. "No. But I called your wife before I let you guys in here."

"Oh yeah?" Gordon replied cautiously. His thrusting faltered. "What did she say?"

"Wendy said that you love blowjobs and that..."How to put this? "She said she wants me get down on my knees," Lynn told him, looking him in the eyes. "She wants you to fuck my mouth."

Gordon's eyes widened and his thrusts faltered. "Wendy said that?" He asked, pulling out. "Is that what you want?" Gordon asked.

Lynn looked into his eyes and nodded earnestly. In truth, what she really wanted was his cock back up in her twat, but this was a safer proposition. "I want you to put me on my knees and I want you to think about how much your wife loves you while you're using my mouth," Lynn breathed. Jeez she was horny. She reached out and stroked his manhood again. "And Gordon?"

"Yes, Lynn," Gordon was staring at her, wide eyed, his lust as apparent as the rest of him. He grabbed her tits again and leaned in like he wanted to devour her.

"I want to swallow it," Lynn insisted, she took his hands off her tits and lifted them onto her head as she lowered herself to her knees. Gordon grabbed a handful of her hair. Lynn balanced herself against his legs with her hands as he positioned her in front of his crotch. Yeah that's it, make me act like a whore in front of my husband.

She reached passed Gordon and wiped more steam off the glass. Bill was staring wantonly, mouth agape, eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to capture every detail of what was happening to her. Gordon pushed himself against her lips and she opened wide for him. Her nostrils filled with the aroma of her moist cunt. Holding the back of her head, Gordon pushed her down until he was in her throat. Lynn choked, closed her eyes and focused on suppressing her gag reflex.

"Whatcha up to there Gordon?" Bill asked ironically.

"I'm about to fuck your wife in the mouth," Gordon announced. His meat was warm and slick on her tongue. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, blinking in the splash from the shower. He was staring back at her, water running in long rivulets between the valleys of his abs. Seconds ticked away. He was blocking her airway. "If that's alright with the two of you."

He pulled back a little and she pulled air into her lungs through her nose. She lathered him with her tongue, cleaning her own juices off his prick. She moaned her consent. Uhh, huh. Yes I would like to be fucked in the mouth now please.

Gordon let go of her hair so he could grab her hands. She took the opportunity to take another deep breath as he pinned her wrists to the wall over her head. She tried to look for Bill but she couldn't see past Gordon's chiselled thighs. He held her wrists with one hand and used the other to guide himself back into her mouth. He was oozing precum and she licked it up before he pushed past her tongue and back into her throat, thrusting forward until her head was pressed against the wall. She closed her lips around him, gently sucking while he fucked her face. She allowed herself to submit completely to his control, and relaxed as much as she could as he used her. She moaned encouragement and kept her tongue and cheeks pressed against him, excitement building in her abdomen as she felt the urgency of his thrusts increase.

"Bill can I come in your wife's mouth?" Gordon asked, turning his head slightly. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the shower.

"You better ask her," Bill replied.

Uhh huh, Lynn moaned. Uhh huh, fucking yes, please make me swallow it. It wasn't that she loved the taste of come or anything, but there was something deeply erotic about a partner achieving release when she was serving them like this.

"Can I come in your mouth Lynn?" Gordon asked, he pulled himself out of her throat and she coughed as she filled her lungs.

Lynn looked up at him again and blinked away the tears until they ran down her cheeks with the shower. "Yeah Gordon," she told him, "You can come in my mouth, but I want to hear you thanking my husband out loud while you're doing it."

"That's so hot," Bill observed.

Still holding her arms above her head, Gordon gave her a confused look.

"Is that a problem?" Lynn asked.

"No." Gordon said finally. He served himself to her again, still pinning her to the wall, he grabbed the back of Lynn's head with his free hand and fucked her face, careful not to push himself too far into the back of her throat. Lynn sucked on him and swirled her tongue around him as best as she could. "Bill, thank you so much for letting me fuck your wife's mouth," Gordon said. She felt a surge of arousal. "Her lips feel so fucking good around my cock." He drew in a sharp breath, grunted and then his seed was spurting into her mouth. She swallowed once, quickly, and then he pushed his cock into the back of her throat. "Fuck Bill I'm coming in your wife's mouth!" Gordon shouted.

"Fuck yeah!" Craig hollered.

"Very nice," Bill added.

She couldn't swallow properly with his cock back there, so she clamped down on her gag reflex, opened her throat and pushed forward against him until his balls touched her chin. The stream of seed poured down into her belly. Oh boy that's fucking hot. Oh what she'd have given to have Bill or Craig underneath her, eating her pussy, or balls deep in her ass.

"Damn Bill," Gordon breathed, still in the midst of his orgasm. Lynn could feel his shaft pulsing in the back of her throat. "She's taking it all." Gordon used his hands to make her bob on his prick until he worked out his pleasure and began to shrink. Finally he let go of her and stepped back until his cock slid out of her with a wet pop. Right at that moment, the water turned cold. Lynn gasped, as much to fill her aching lungs as from the sudden change in the water temperature. Gordon reached over and turned off the water.

"I guess that's the end of the shower," Gordon said, helping her to her feet. He pushed her back against the wall again, kissing her firmly on the lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she felt a surge of elation. Can he taste himself? Lynn giggled. "You are incredible," Gordon grinned wantonly and stepped out into the bathroom.

Lynn wiped her lips with her hand and reached out to pull the door closed. Even with the lingering aroma of Gordon's semen in her mouth, she was still self conscious. She covered herself with her hands.

"Bill would you mind passing me a towel please?" Lynn asked.

"Sure sweetheart," Bill replied. He grabbed them both towels from the linen closet in the hallway. Gordon dried himself quickly and tied the towel around his waist. Lynn stayed in the shower and carefully tucked herself away before stepping out. All three men watched her cautiously. They'd leave if she dismissed them, but she wasn't done yet. Heck, hot as it had been, she'd let Gordon use her without any thought of her own pleasure. That was for Wendy. Lynn was even hornier than she'd been when she'd started this.

"Hey would you guys mind giving Bill and I a minute?" Lynn asked. "I need to talk to him about something." Craig shrugged and then he and Gordon left the room.

"Is everything okay babe?" Bill wondered, keeping his voice low. He stepped towards her and put one huge hand on her arm.

"Yeah everything is great." She smiled wickedly at him. "Did you like watching Gordon come in my mouth?"

"You know I did. I almost flooded the bathroom," he grinned back. He pulled her into his arms and she put her head against his chest as she sunk into the warm softness of his belly.

"I'm pretty tired," she remarked. "But I don't want to send anyone home just yet. What do you think about inviting everybody to stay over?" She looked up at him.

"To do what?" Bill asked, coy.

She blushed. "You know..."

"Tell me. Tell me exactly what you're thinking." He insisted.

She drew in a shaky breath and whispered. "I want to..." She swallowed. I can't believe I'm saying this. "I want to get fucked by all three of you."

"Go on," Bill's manhood twitched and a fresh bead of precum oozed out of him. She shoved down the urge to get back on her knees and instead reached out and collected it on her pointer. There were several components to a developing fantasy that dangled tantalisingly in her mind. She considered it as she sucked the droplet from the end of her finger.

She liked the idea of them taking turns with her, but it seemed a waste to have three men to herself and not have at least two of them focused on her at a time. For Bills sake, she didn't want to leave him on the sidelines much longer. Thinking about the possibilities had her extremely aroused. "I'm not completely sure of the details, but I think I'd like it if you took the lead to kinda... serve me to your friends."

"Serve you?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow? "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like a..." She was objectifying herself, but that was kind of what she wanted. "Like a cheese board, or something." The more she spoke, the more she felt herself warming up again. She put her arms around him and squeezed.

"Okay, what's on the table?" Bill asked, leaning in to her simile.

She was so fucking horny. "Anything," Well, not anything. "You know what I like."

"Anything? That's a great way to get it in the ass, Lynn," Bill observed hopefully. "Are you sure you mean anything?"

"Yeah," she was sure. "Anything." She glanced at her purse. She should really bring it with her, or at least get the condoms out. She'd been in a hurry when she left for McGraw's, and she'd stuck their entire supply- some eight Trojans- into the bag.

"Okay, so you want me to take the lead, and, what? Encourage them to do stuff to you?" Bill asked. His eyes narrowed and she knew he was making a list of things he wanted to watch his friends do to her.

"Yeah exactly, whatever you think is gonna be hot."

"Okay, sure no problem."

"And Bill?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I don't want you to ask if anything is okay. I just want you to do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry I'll tell you if I'm not up for something." She glanced at her purse again. I'll send one of them in for it once things start to heat up. She told herself. I'll be less sexy if I walk out holding my bag.

They went out into the hallway where Craig and Gordon were waiting patiently. Bill looped an arm around her shoulders and wasted no time offering her to his friends. "Do you guys want to move into our bedroom?"

The next few minutes flew by in a blur. Bill led them into the bedroom. Lynn let Craig grope her ass, and before she knew it her towel was on the floor and Gordon and Craig were both on her tits, hands caressing and squeezing her thighs and ass. "Man you guys are both a couple of momma's boys." Bill said, watching them suck the milk out of her.

"I'll have you know the hottest women on the block are the moms," Craig retorted, wiping a drop of breast milk from his bearded chin. He winked at her. The block was full of students from the University, some of whom had just reached the age of majority. They were young, perky, and ripe; unlike her. She didn't really believe him, but their attention wasn't lacking enthusiasm.

"Bill I was hoping you'd kind of... direct things," Lynn reminded him.

"Oh right. Sorry I got distracted," Bill said. Lynn giggled. "Why don't you guys put Lynn on the bed?" Bill suggested.

She felt a shot of excitement and then Craig was pulling her towards the king-sized bed. Her mind raced. Are they going to fuck me from behind? Lynn loved getting fucked from behind. Craig pushed her forward onto the mattress and she landed on her hands and knees. She crawled up into the middle of the bed. Gordon and Craig were right behind her. Craig grabbed her cheeks with both hands and spread them apart to make way for his tongue. He ran his hands up her sides and over her back. He flicked her with the tip, exploring the ridges and folds of her anus. Her libido roared, and she grabbed the sheets with her hands as her breath and heart rate quickened. Gordon was no longer fully hard after coming in her throat, but that didn't stop him from climbing onto the bed and presenting his cock to her.

"Hey now Gordon, you've already had enough of that," Bill said. "Why don't you switch places with Craig?"

"Aww alright," Gordon whined, climbing back down off the bed. He disappeared behind her and she felt Craig pull away. Gordon grabbed her by the hips and dove in, eagerly teasing her with his tongue as Craig climbed up next to her on the bed.

"Craig I want you and Lynn to sixty-nine while Gordon keeps eating her ass," Bill ordered.

Phenomenal idea. Lynn thought. Craig thought so too.

"Fuck yeah!" Craig tossed the pillows off the bed and flipped over onto his back. She raised an arm, and a leg so he could skooch under her and he settled his head between her thighs. He grabbed her hips and then Gordon and Craig were both tonguing her; one on her clit and one on her ass. It felt incredible. She'd never realised how much she wanted to have her ass and pussy eaten at the same time. It didn't just feel good, it was supremely erotic. To make things better, Craig's cock stood up in front of her, slick with delicious precum. She grabbed it in her right hand, relaxed her jaw, and formed a ball of spit at the front of her mouth. She pouted and then spread saliva over him as she lowered her head. She felt as much as heard Craig moan as his tongue danced with her clit. She wanted to fuck them so badly, but with two men eating her like a buffet she couldn't help bobbing up and down on Craig's cock, working the precum out of his shaft, and trying to make him blow in her mouth.

Is Bill going to let them fuck me in the ass? She wondered, and she imagined first Craig, then Gordon, and finally her husband, mounting her, penetrating her body with their lubed cocks and fucking her shit-hole until she became an, all shuddering, all quivering, sweat covered wreck. Should I just ask for it?

In truth, she knew there was no way she was ever going to take all three of them in the ass one after the other. She was just too sensitive back there and Bill knew it. She looked over at him as best as she could without neglecting Craig. Bill watched, still erect. Lynn knew he was still hungry and waiting for the moment he would be with her himself. Craig was starting to move his hips, thrusting himself up into her as she worked his cock. He's close. She grabbed his shaft with one hand and slipped her tongue into the gap under his foreskin. She curled her tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him shudder beneath her. She went to work on the tip then slid down again. She was so focused on what she was doing- on trying to earn another mouthful- that she didn't notice Bill approach until the bed groaned under his weight and they were all forced to re-balance themselves.

Bill got up on one knee and pulled her off Craig by the hair. Undeterred, she kept stroking his shaft. Bill turned her head to face him.

"Do you like sucking cock while you're having your ass and pussy eaten out?" Bill demanded. Yes and I will be requesting more of this in the future. But there was a nearly frightening intensity to the question. Is he mad at me? She stammered and struggled to come up with a reply, settling on a meek 'uh huh' ripe with the pleasure flowing out of her loins.

Still holding her by the hair, he pushed her down towards Craig's dick. She angled it towards her mouth and opened wide, expecting him to make her bury it, but he held her back. She hung above it for a moment and it twitched, just inches from her lips. Another bead of precum formed. She stuck out her tongue to try to catch it, but it rolled out of reach and down into Craig's pubic hair.

"You know what this little slut said to me when you guys were out of the room?" Bill asked his friends. Lynn felt a surge of anxiety as Bill put her on the spot. Craig tried to talk, but keeping his lungs filled while he pleasured her was hard enough as it was.

"No, what did she say?" Gordon asked, pausing his ministrations for an agonising moment.

Bill pulled her back up so that more of her weight was settled over Craig's head. The angle was too steep for Gordon to comfortably lick her ass, so he sidled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her body to fondle her chest. He squeezed her gently, until breast milk trickled over his fingers and down onto Craig's stomach. She could feel Gordon's hardness pressing against her ass. My asshole would be a great place for him to stick his cock right now. She imagined him pushing himself inside her with nothing but his saliva for lubricant. She imagined him making her flesh yield to his manhood, and had to force down the beginnings of an orgasm. I want to come so badly, but it's not time yet!

"Why don't you tell them Lynn?" Bill suggested.

"What?" She asked, distracted by her fantasy.

"Why don't you tell Gordon and Craig what you said to me in the bathroom. You know the thing you had to have them out of the room to tell me?"

Shit. Even with Craig and Gordon already up in her business she didn't want to repeat it. Her nervousness was absurd, but she couldn't help but worry. What if they don't want to?

"Tell them what you said to me in the bathroom. Tell them what you asked me to do," he demanded.

She swallowed her saliva and tried to lose herself in Craig's tongue. Bill leaned forward and whispered in her ear, but Gordon could hear everything. He was right there. "Gordon would you mind spanking my wife's ass until she tells the class her dirty little secret? "

"With pleasure!" Gordon moved away a little and she waited in tense anticipation for the first smack: a gentle but sharp whack against her buttocks. When the blow came she yelped, but the pain was short lived, and as it faded, it made a pleasant counter-point to what Craig was doing to her clit. Yes, I'd like more of that please, she thought. Still holding her hair, Bill reached up and grabbed her by the neck. Yes, yes. Treat me like I'm a worthless whore.

He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, invading her lips with his tongue, squeezing her throat until she couldn't breathe and stars flickered in her eyes. She reached up and grabbed his arm, but didn't push him away. Gordon slapped her ass again and she whimpered helplessly, forcing down her orgasm again.

Bill broke the kiss and whispered softly in her ear. "It's okay. I want to hear you say it. Tell them and we'll do it. It'll be okay." She wanted to get fucked and didn't need much convincing. He was still choking her, and she was thinking about tapping out when he let go of her neck. She filled her hungry lungs with a gasp.

Gordon smacked another yelp out of her. I'm such a fucking slut. "I told Bill that I wanted him to serve me to you guys like a cheese platter," Lynn confessed. Craig moaned approvingly, his voice still lost between her thighs and Gordon laughed. "Fuck I'm so close. Craig if you keep doing that I'm gonna come all over your face." For one moment she was sure he was going to pick up the pace and drive her over the edge, but he flicked his tongue in bursts, and the fuse of her orgasm lengthened.

"Go on, tell them everything," Bill coaxed her, pulling on her hair.

"I... I told him I wanted you guys to stay over tonight and that I want you guys to take turns fucking me." It had felt strange expressing these feelings to Bill. Saying them out loud in front of them all was exhilarating. Craig's cock twitched again. She wanted it back in her mouth where it belonged. She imagined Gordon behind her touching himself, deciding whether he wanted to stick it in her ass, or go for her pussy. He'd have to stick his junk in Craig's face to do either, so she doubted he'd go for it. Fuck that would be so hot though. "I told Bill that I'm willing to let you guys do just about anything you want to me- if you'll have me." Damn it. She sounded desperate.

"What do you think guys?" Bill asked, his breathing heavy. She glanced down at him and he was dripping precum all over the bed. "Do you want to fuck my wife?"

"Absolutely," Gordon said, spanking her again. Lynn yelped enthusiastically.

"Tell her what you want to do to her," Bill insisted.

"Lynn I want to put you on your back so I can squeeze your tits while I ass-fuck you," Gordon explained. "I want you to hang your head over the edge of the bed so Bill and Craig can take turns fucking you in the mouth while I'm inside you," he went on. Simple, but enticing.

"I could reach over and stuff my fingers in her cunt too," Bill added.

"Okay, that's really hot," she was close. Too close, and she had to lift her hips away from Craig's head to keep from drowning him. He reached up and tried to grab her hips, but she pulled away from them, shooing them off and retreating to the far end of the bed. She sat on the edge, breathing heavily, her back turned to the room. She covered her nakedness with her hands, squeezing her thighs together as she let her pleasure subside. She was breathing very quickly and felt a little light headed.

Bill was next to her in an instant. He sat at the edge of the bed and wrapped an arm around her. The bed shifted as Craig and Gordon got up but remained out of sight. "Are you okay Lynn?" Bill asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. That was just really intense and I was really close and I don't want to come yet."

"Okay, do you need a break?" He hesitated. "It's okay if you want to stop."

Are you fucking kidding me Bill? She thought, shooting him an incredulous look. This was the most erotic event of her life so far. There was no way she was gonna send them away now. She shook her head. "No I don't want to stop."

"Okay, do you want to hear what Craig has to say?" Bill asked, slyly.

She glanced over her shoulder, the two men were still there of course, staring, erections pulsing in anticipation. She turned back to Bill and nodded.

"Craig what do you think?" Bill asked, turning to look at his two friends. "What do you want to do to my wife?"

"With three of us here the only correct answer is to go for a double penetration," Craig explained. Lynn turned and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes widening as she imagined them in her pussy and ass at the same time. "I think you should lie on your back, Bill. Then Lynn climbs on top of you and I fuck her in the ass." Yes, she thought. Yes, let's do that. They were spending too much time talking about this. She wanted them to take her and work out their debaucherous fantasies in real-time!

"That sounds amazing," Gordon added. "What about you Bill?" He asked. "What do you think we should do with your wife?"

"I like the dee-pee idea, but I think we should mount her on my cock. Just like hang her by the ass, reverse cowgirl and then you guys can have full access to her from the front."

"Wow, Bill," Gordon said. She turned and looked at them again. Gordon's mouth was hanging open. Craig was smirking. "So you want us to like... fuck her on top of you?" Gordon asked.

"More or less, but if we get the angle right, I'll only have to support her weight, not yours." Bill explained, rubbing her back.

She felt a sudden pang of jealousy and confusion. Has he done this before?

"Bill?" She asked, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Have you ever done that to anyone before?" He started, caught by surprise, and hesitated for far too long. Fuck. She thought. Oh fuck. "Tell me!" she demanded.

Craig jumped in. Did he think this would help? "Yeah," Craig said. "Bill and I did it to Judy last week, only she was mounted on me." Bill and Lynn didn't talk about their sex life much. It sometimes made for awkward surprises.

She stared at Bill. Surprisingly, she didn't feel hurt, only a morbid curiosity. "Did... did you come inside her?" She asked.

Bill shrugged. "We were wearing condoms." He told her. "But it was pretty incredible."

I bet. "Wow. Did she come really hard?"

"Yeah, like an out of control sports car." Bill told her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Actually I've been thinking about doing it to you ever since." He kissed her earlobe, then her neck. She let herself relax as he nibbled her flesh, grasped one of her breasts and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Let us make it up to you."

"Okay," she whispered, feeling timid and vulnerable as a mouse. "That sounds so hot, let's do that!"

"Craig would you go into the bedside table and get out the lube and condoms please?" Bill asked and then they were all in motion.

Bill got onto the bed and put down a couple of pillows to support his back as he leaned against the headboard. He took the lube from Craig, opened the bottle and smeared a gob on himself. Lynn's asshole was still damp with Gordon's saliva, but she'd still need the lube to get Bill's member where she wanted it. She climbed back onto the bed and carefully squatted over him, leaning backwards and supporting herself on his shoulders. Slowly, she lowered herself until he could press the end of his lubed cock against her asshole. Gordon's attentions had helped her relax and she was able to easily get the first inch or so. The rest took a little more effort, but soon her ass was resting against Bill's hips and she could look between her legs to see his balls. She'd never done this before, but she was strong enough to move up and down his shaft a few times and quiver at the sensation that rippled up her spine.

"I'm not gonna be able to do this very long," Lynn warned, bobbing up and down a few more times. It felt incredible, especially with Gordon and Craig sitting at the end of the bed watching. Both of them were hard as a rock. They like what they're seeing. She thought.

"That's just fine, hon," BIll said stopping her motion with his hands. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna lose it."

She smirked and wriggled her ass a little bit, teasing him. He pushed her slowly down again, holding her hips and she drew in her breath as he impaled her. "Here, lean back," he said. She shuffled her feet forward and leaned back against his belly, settling her weight against him. At the foot of the bed, Gordon and Craig watched as Bill ran his hands up and down the breadth of her exposed body, exploring her flesh like this was the first time he'd ever touched her. There wasn't a hint of disgust in any of them, only longing. Both of them wanted to be where Bill was; pinned beneath her, balls deep in her ass, caressing her as she pleasured herself on his erection.

Bill got his hands under her knees. "Relax, let me hold you up," He suggested.

What? Okay. That's kind of a strange idea. She let him take her weight and for a moment it was like her whole body was balanced on his cock. He pulled her legs back and apart until she was sure Gordon and Craig could see inside her. I can't believe they're going to fuck me while he's in my ass. She gasped, surprised and excited. She flexed herself around Bill's cock.

"Who wants go first?" Bill asked.

Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!

"I will," Craig said.

"Uhh, shouldn't we talk about condoms?" Gordon asked.

"Bedside table," Bill said, gesturing with his head.

"Yeah about that," Craig had already taken the box of Trojans out. He held it upside down and shook it. It was empty. She'd stuffed what was left into her purse when she'd gone out and they were still in the bathroom. "Do you have any more?"

Lynn wasn't on any kind of birth control. She had to send Craig into the bathroom to dig them out of her purse. Otherwise there was no way they'd risk having sex with her. It's not like she was one of those freshman girls from the University. She could never elicit the kind of arousal that would lead these men to poor decision making, could she? She turned her head towards Bill, still pinned beneath her. She felt like she was floating on the cushion of his belly, his shaft hot in her backside. "Do we need to wear condoms?" She asked, wriggling her ass against his balls.

"Do you want to get pregnant again?" Bill asked quietly, raising an eyebrow.

Not really, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. Gordon seemed loathe to wait idle any longer and crawled across the bed between her thighs. He got his hands up next to Bill's and, without prompting or asking for permission, stuffed his face into her bush. That's what I'm talking about. She thought. No discussion, no hesitation, no asking for permission, just straight to business. She sighed, as much from Gordon's tongue searching for her clit as from regret that prudence required so much discretion. She was a vocal advocate for enthusiastic consent, obviously; but right now she had that in near infinite supply.

"We don't know that I'll get pregnant," she pressed, rocking her hips to move Bill around in her ass as Gordon ate her out. His tongue felt incredible, and if he continued, she was gonna erupt. She was shocked to realise that she'd already accepted raising another child as an acceptable risk for getting gangbanged by her husband and his friends tonight. She was willing to risk anything to experience this. I'm such a slut. Fuck. "Do you really wanna pass this up?" She asked. She reached down and put her fingers in Gordon's hair, pushing him down on her clit so he'd increase the pressure.

"Wow Lynn, are you sure? What are we gonna do if you get knocked up?" Bill was understandably concerned.

We could keep it and raise it together? Complete insanity. She couldn't say that to Bill! It was nonsense; too much. They weren't going to raise another man's child. As much as they were already breaking every rule about monogamy, that was too far.

"What if we pull out?," Craig suggested.

There we go.

"We'd still be taking a pretty big chance!" Gordon said, her pleasure subsided rapidly as he pulled away.

"I guess you guys could pound her till you're close and then dump it on her tits or something," Bill was starting to see the possibilities, but she didn't want them to waste their orgasms on her tits.

"Fuck that," Lynn interjected. "I want it in my mouth!"

"Okay I think that settles it boys," Bill said. "Who wants to fuck my wife without a condom?"

"Fuck yeah I do," Gordon said, jumping to his knees.

"It's my turn! You got yours in the shower!" Craig protested.

Fuck yes, please fight over me.

"Alright, I guess I can have sloppy seconds," Gordon acquiesced.

"We're coming in her mouth remember?" Bill insisted.

Uh oh. Gordon didn't realise it, but he'd put an idea into her head. What would be hotter? Tasting their pussy flavoured cocks right before they unloaded in her mouth? Or two hot loads in her cunt, back to back, from men who couldn't resist her? She could know for a fact that she was still beautiful: if she demanded they breed her and they obeyed, in spite of the risk of pregnancy, in spite of her husband's protests, she'd know she was still irresistible... or that they just like fucking old moms. She shook her head. Fuck that's so stupid, she told herself; but she was thinking with her swollen ovaries, not her head. Besides, who would want to knock up an ugly old mom like me?

Craig knelt between her thighs, and she reached back over her shoulders, balancing herself against the headboard. He leered at her and balanced himself on her hip with one hand manoeuvring his dick with the other.

Craig looked into her eyes and teased the end of her clit with his prick. She winked at him and bit her lip, rocking her hips against her husband's shaft, slowly letting her mouth fall open and her head loll back as Craig stuffed himself inside her. Her cunt slurped lewdly and their pubic hair tangled on the first stroke, their brown curls looping together. Craig took hold of her thighs and helped Bill lift her, adjusting the angle of her hips so they could practically slide her up and down on their cocks. They bounced her into a desperate, searching, pounding, rhythm that she felt in the depths of her loins. She cried out with each thrust, practically floating in their arms. Fuck this feels so good. Why are they so good at this? She remembered Judy and imagined her friend here in her place. They've had practice! They'd have a lot to talk about when this was over. I'm so close. All I need is...

"Hey baby," Gordon appeared at her side.

Please stuff your cock in my mouth again, Lynn thought. But he grabbed one of her jugs and gave it a friendly suck. "You look so good right now," he breathed. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth and then slid his hand down her belly. Craig was upright, so there was plenty of room for Gordon to reach down over her stretch marks and dig through her pubes. He put his other hand behind her head, leaned over them and whispered in her ear. "I just wanted to say thank you for the blowjob by helping you come with these dicks inside you."

Oh yeah!

His fingers found her clit and she felt a surge of moisture. "You're so fucking sexy," Gordon whispered. "Your body is incredible. Thank you so much for sharing yourself with us." She reveled in the men's affection, feeling a long awaited orgasm building quickly.

"Guys I think I'm gonna cum," she wailed. Craig was still thrusting, but had started pulling back.

"I'm getting close," Craig warned. It was now or never. It she wanted to test them. Now was the time.

"Don't pull out Craig," she moaned, giving him a firm squeeze.

"What?" Bill shouted. "You could get pregnant!"

What the fuck am I doing? They were practically worshipping her. She didn't need any further validation. She was hot; they'd all said so, but the factor she hadn't considered when she'd gotten into this was her primal arousal and desperate need to satisfy her ovulation with a womb full of semen. She was so horny that if the frat boys next door showed up naked in the room she'd just shrug and let them join in, condoms or no. Her orgasm was coming, barrelling down on her like a rampaging hippo. It was gonna be a good one. If Craig fucked her right through it and came inside her- came with her while she was screaming her lungs out it could be that much better.

"I want to risk it!" Lynn's voice shook as she succumbed to temptation. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she squeezed herself around Craig's cock. He gasped and she reached out and put her hands around his face, pulling him down towards her; forcing him to look into her eyes. "I'm cumming on your cock Craig! Don't take it out," she begged, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course through her body. "Get me pregnant if you have to just don't stop fucking me!"

Gordon's fingers were making her body thrum like a lute, the men beat her insides like a drum and each strike cascaded through her. It was almost too much. She opened her mouth, trying to make room for the incredible sensation that had possessed her body. She filled her lungs and screeched as loud as she could, but she was unable to relieve the unbelievable pleasure.

"Shit I'm gonna come," Craig gasped.

"Don't stop Craig!" Ecstasy smeared Lynn's voice into a drawl. "I'm still coming Craig, please, don't stop fucking me!"

"Can I come in your wife Bill?" Craig asked, his voice desperate.

"Do what she says Craig," Bill ordered gravely. "She's having the best orgasm of her life! Don't stop! Do it inside her!"

Bill was still grinding his cock in her ass and his hands came up to grab her tits, leaving Craig to support her legs. She felt his breath on her ear, opposite from Gordon. "Lynn, you're my delicious little morsel." She felt him tense up as he worked his cock in her backside. "I'm gonna come," he breathed, and she felt it. "Lynn, I'm gonna come in your ass you beautiful fucking whore!" He began to howl and she felt his cock twitch, then spasm as he filled her ass with warmth. Elation mixed with the overwhelming satisfaction they were smashing into her.

It was so incredibly stupid. She couldn't believe she'd allowed it, never mind encouraged it. What would her mother say? Getting a load of come on her tits, or in her mouth would have been enough, but she just had to let her best friend's husband fuck a baby into her. She felt the first hot spurt of sticky semen leak out of her and Craig rammed the point home. "Yeah Lynn, I'm gonna get you pregnant," he roared. "I gonna knock you up on top of your husband!" She'd been so preoccupied with getting what she wanted that she'd forgotten Craig and Judy's breeding kink. This wasn't just some fantasy. They weren't pretending. This was for real. Craig had probably assumed the whole "we don't have any condoms" thing was a ruse and that she was really on the pill. He was just enjoying his own fantasy. The result was that he came like a burst water main and grabbed the head board for leverage so he could thrust his seed as deep in her womb as possible.

She'd really done it this time. She'd let a man who was definitely not her husband knock her up. It was hot. Incredibly, unbelievably hot. Her pussy squicked and slurped as she lay back and let them pound her, pleasure rocking through her body with every stroke as they emptied themselves in her fuck-holes. She was a queen, beautiful and beloved by all. Craig leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips. She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him back, their tongues danced. Bill wasn't exactly happy about the situation; he was supporting both their weight; but he groaned under them, let go of her tits, and pulled her legs apart, letting Craig push his seed in as deep as possible.

Finally, the two men were spent, and the best orgasm of her life faded as Craig pulled out of her. Her pussy had become a morass and she could smell her cunt with the strange alkaline aroma of their ejaculate as it leaked out of her. Gordon tried to stick his fingers inside her but she pushed him away. She was too sensitive for any further stimulation. She rolled away from Bill, his girth inside her suddenly uncomfortable, and collapsed on the bed next to Craig.

"I can't believe you made him come inside you," Bill muttered, exhausted. He sounded a little mad. "What if you get pregnant?"

Lynn didn't want to think about it. "I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow for some Plan B and that'll be the end of it," she told him.

"I hope you're right." Bill's shoulders slumped as he relaxed. "I'm gonna take a shower," he announced. The bed creaked under him as he climbed to his feet. "Hopefully there's a little water now. Bill left the room and she rolled over onto her back.

"That was fucking amazing," Lynn declared, her body still trembling. "Wow I can't believe how good that was."

"Yeah that was.... pretty incredible," Craig remarked, still trying to catch his breath. He was flaccid now, but Gordon was hard and staring at her. She knew what he wanted. Sloppy seconds. But she'd done it. She'd gotten all of them off. There was no need to take this any further, even if Gordon didn't get the chance to fuck her properly yet. Still, Lynn kind of wanted to be able to say she'd had all three of them. She heard the shower turn on.

"Gordon," she said, rolling over onto her back. "Do you want to try to make me come again while my husband is in the shower?"

Gordon glanced at Craig, then at the door.

"Don't look at me dude, do what you want," Craig said, his chest heaving.

"Uhh sure," Gordan replied, hesitant but eager. "What do you want me to do?"

Frigging men. She railed inside her own head. The irony of the sentiment wasn't lost on her. There was no way she'd feel comfortable enough to fuck these guys if they didn't understand consent. She forced her frustration down, and focused on being as hot as possible. She'd had a shower but now she was a mess; sweaty and full of cum. She winked at him, spread her legs, and pulled her knees up towards her shoulders. She grabbed a tit in one hand and coaxed a little milk out of it, reaching down to spread her pussy with the other. She could feel Craig's sperm slowly leaking out of her. "Whatever you want," she told him, giving her the most sultry gaze she could manage. How she could still be horny after the mind altering orgasm she'd just experienced was a mystery. Her ass was gonna be sore, but if he went there right now, she wouldn't protest.

Gordon crawled across the bed towards her, his member at full mast. She imagined him going down on her, cum and all, and scooping a mouthful to feed her in a kiss. That's fucking disgusting. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Can I fuck you?" Gordon asked, his breathing was deep and heavy as he crawled towards her. "I've... I've always wanted to try sloppy seconds."

Lynn nodded at him. "You wanna push Craig's cum back into my pussy?" She asked. Anxiety burned like a star in her chest. Here she was encouraging another man to have unprotected sex with her and there was a really, really good chance that the first one had already quickened her. This was incredibly irresponsible. That didn't matter to Gordon though, and the sheer unmitigated eroticism of the situation let her ignore her anxiety as Gordon climbed over her and stuffed himself inside her, forcing Craig's semen to spew out around him. Gordon grabbed her tits, kissed her mouth and she wrapped her arms around him as the room filled with another round of wet smacking as he fucked her used pussy. She reached behind him, grabbed his ass and pulled him into her with each stroke, catching his lip between her teeth, she held on, locking eyes with him as she took his cock. She listened for the shower, wondering whether Bill would be finished in time to watch her get another load. Craig lay nearby, too tired to even turn his head to watch them.

She let go of Gordon's lip. "Lynn your pussy feels incredible right now!" he said, clasping his fingers around her neck as he fucked her. "Craig get over here! I want to dee-pee her again!"

But Craig was finished. "I can't dude. I'm too tired, give me a minute."

Double penetrated twice in one night? It was as erotic as it was implausible. Maybe Bill would join in when he got out of the shower? She didn't want to wait. She was gonna have to take control to get what she wanted. "Gordon why don't you go into my drawer there," she suggested, turning her head towards her side of the bed. "There's something in there that might help." He tried to reach over without pulling out, but he couldn't reach. "Go on, go look."

He pulled out of her, climbed off the bed, and opened her underwear drawer. There were a collection of silicone dildo's in there. "It's in the back," She told him. "Get the purple one."

He dug around inside and found it, pulling the impressive toy out of the drawer as she reached down and checked whether she was going to be wet enough to take it all. No problem there. She sucked the slime off her fingers and beckoned Gordon back to the bed. He crawled up next to her and she took the dildo from him, surreptitiously licking the head and fingering her clit, while Gordon looked on, waiting for her instructions. She put the head of the dildo down between her labia and carefully slipped it inside her. With so much sauce splashing around in her nethers, there was very little resistance, and she pushed it deeper until she felt it bump comfortably against her cervix. She stared back at Gordon, and started fucking herself with the dildo. "Okay Gordon, come and put your cock in my asshole."

He was eager to comply and climbed quickly back on top of her.

"Wait!" She stopped him, "grab my pillow and stick it under my ass." She pointed to where her pillow had fallen when Craig tossed it off the bed and Gordon scooped it up. She lifted her hips by pushing down on the mattress with her feet and he stuffed it under her. "That' should give us a better angle. Now get over here!"

He knelt in front of her and pushed the head of his cock against her asshole. "Go slowly, go slowly." She heard the shower turn off. Bill is going to walk in on us before we finish. She felt a moment of panic and excitement. He's gonna see I'm letting his friend use me. She'd just met Gordon that evening, and within a couple of hours he'd had his cock in every one of her holes. She was raunchy and depraved. How could Bill even love her? She forced the thought away. Being a slut and being loved weren't mutually exclusive.

Bill had fucked her as hard and as deep as he could. He'd stretched her like an elastic band, and with all the lube and cum in her lower intestine, it wasn't going to be hard for Gordon to get inside her. She opened her mouth, breathing heavily as he slowly pushed against her ass, forcing her body to submit to him. The dildo had a suction cup on the bottom, and as Gordon entered her it pushed up against his waist, increasing the pressure on her cervix. She was still incredibly horny, and the pressure was pleasant, rather than uncomfortable.

"Can you feel the dildo?" She asked him.

"Yeah, it feels incredible!"

"Then fuck me Gordon," she ordered. "Fuck me in the ass and don't stop until you come inside me!" He moved his hips, slowly at first and then he built up the pace, ramming her as hard as he could. The pressure inside her wasn't as intense as it had been with Bill and Craig, but then he pushed her knees back towards her shoulders and it became immense. Footsteps in the hallway. The door handle turned and Bill came into the room. His eyes widened when he saw her, ass propped up, a dildo in her pussy, and her knees pushed back towards her shoulders. A horny, happy little grin split his face.

"I'm getting fucked again, baby," she told him. "Gordon is fucking me in the ass!" She reached down to rub her clit and nearly blew her top immediately. She yanked her hand back. "Gordon put one of my toys in my cunt." She told him as he walked around the bed. Craig was still lying there next to them. He'd fallen asleep, and was now snoring softly. Bill was stiffening again. Would he have enough energy to join in?

"Can we put her on the edge of the bed?" Bill asked.

Yes. Yes you can. You can put your dick in my mouth too.

Gordon nodded. "Yeah, let's do what I suggested before!"

Gordon pulled out so she could reposition herself; she reached down with one hand and held the dildo as she turned herself on the mattress. They got the pillow back in place and she hung her head down over the edge of the bed. She spread her legs again and Gordon mounted her ass, grabbing her legs behind her knees and pushing them back towards her shoulders. Bill stood over her head and manoeuvred his cock into her mouth. Oh yeah. Spit roast this time. Lynn did her best to control Bill's depth with her hands as the two fucked her from both ends, she luxuriated in the pleasure offered by their flesh. Bill leaned forward and touched her clit, sending a shock of pleasure through her body, magnified by Gordon's urgent thrusts. The dildo thumped her insides too, and she squeezed herself around Gordon's cock, hoping to entice an orgasm that would deliver another helping of ejaculate to her battered intestines.

"Craig!" Gordon shouted.

"What?"

"You gotta get some of this man!" Gordon cajoled him.

Lynn could only see Bill's balls and legs, and the thin barrier of their closet door, upside down behind him. But she felt Craig roll over and imagined him looking at her, watching the two men as they had their way with her again. He got off the bed and came around to where Bill was trying to push his last few inches into her. "Can I step in there Bill?" He asked.

"Sure dude," and her husband stepped aside. Craig took his place, stuffing his filthy cock into her mouth. She opened wide, and let him force it all the way to the back, he grabbed her tits in both hands and fucked her face, matching his rhythm to Gordon's thrusts, so that they touched bottom at the same time. Her pussy was as hot as a Bunsen burner and each plunge filled her with pleasure that made her body shiver. Another orgasm was close, incredibly close. But with Bill no longer touching her clit, Gordon made it over the edge first.

"Fuck yeah, here I come!" He shouted. She squeezed her anus encouragingly around his cock. "Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah fuck yeah I'm coming!!!" He shouted, increasing his pace to break-neck speed. She was grateful for the relatively soft head of the dildo against her cervix. A harder toy might have been painful, but this felt just right, so right that the third or forth strike of Gordon's orgasmic frenzy blew her over the top. Pleasure bloomed in her lower abdomen, pulsing with each stroke, and spread up through her body. She moaned and writhed, losing herself in the waves of pleasure tumbling through her body.

"You coming right now Lynn?" Craig asked, his dick still in her mouth.

She mumbled a airy ascent through her nose and then went back to quivering and moaning until Gordon finished, deflated like a balloon and fell off onto the bed. Bill wasted no time taking his place, but he knew better than to stuff a dick in her ass without asking after she'd already been fucked twice. Given her mouth was thoroughly occupied, he took the initiative and pulled the toy out of her, quickly replacing it with his cock, and recovered the orgasmic drumbeat that was rocking her entire body. Lynn relaxed and her orgasm went on and on. Suddenly Craig let go, and her mouth was full of his seed. She swallowed and he stepped away, leaving her to Bill. He dragged her back up onto the bed and rode her like it was the last time they'd ever be together, finally blowing his own load, unprotected, in her cunt.

Bill collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the press of his body against her.

"I'm going home," Craig announced. He got dressed and waved goodbye as he left the room. "See you folks later. Bill hit me up to finish the game."

Lynn and Bill both waved goodbye.

"Bye Craig!" Lynn said, smiling sheepishly. She blew him a kiss and pushed Bill off of her.

"I'm going to head out too," Gordon said, and followed Craig's lead. "Thanks for everything you two." He got dressed and showed himself out.

Lynn waited a few minutes, taking the time to catch her breath and soak in the elation left behind by the activities of the last hour. "Are you okay Bill?" She asked.

"Yeah Lynn, of course. I'm great!" He turned a smile on her, but she could tell something was bothering him.

"Is it okay that I fucked all your friends?" She asked sheepishly. Her holes were all leaky and sore. She needed to go sit on the toilet.

"Oh yeah," he said nodding gravely. "It was pretty incredible watching you with them," he admitted.

"You're not jealous?" She pressed. "You guys..." she chuckled. Understatement of the century coming up. "... you guys really fucked the hell out of me. And that's putting it mildly. I'm not gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow!" She got to her feet and, as predicted, she had to waddle to just to make it to the door. Her thighs felt like shed just run a marathon for the first time. She turned in the doorway to look at him, and felt a trickle of semen wander down her leg. "Would you come to the bathroom with me please?"

She made her way to the toilet, doing her best not to groan and sat down, letting the fluids that had built up inside her drip into the bowl. Bill came in with her and stood in the door.

"Is everything okay Bill?" She asked him again. "You seem off."

He sighed. "Yeah I'm just disappointed that we abandoned all sense and didn't use protection."

Lynn sighed and put her hands over her face. Feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. "I'm sorry Bill. I was so stupid. I'll go to the pharmacy in the morning for an emergency contraceptive."

"It's not entirely your fault Lynn," Bill told her. "I definitely enabled this. I'm the one who invited them to fuck you without using condoms."

"Yeah but..." she trailed off and glanced at her purse on the counter. "I have a confession to make."

Bill narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it?"

"The condoms were in my purse the whole time," Lynn looked up at him. He was frowning at her. He must think I'm so stupid.

Bill walked over to the counter and opened her purse. He pulled out the strip of condoms and dropped them on the counter. "What were you thinking?" He asked finally, crossing his arms over her chest.

"I was feeling gross and unlovable because I wasn't getting the attention I wanted at the bar," she explained. "And then, when I came home I felt like you guys were so engrossed in your game that you didn't care that I was there. So to prove to myself that I'm still beautiful I seduced you guys. But it wasn't enough that you all wanted to fuck me." She shuddered, fighting back tears. "I wanted you to do something stupid so I could say that I was hot enough that you couldn't resist me."

He came forward and knelt in front of her. He took her hands and looked into her eyes. "Sweetheart, my love and attraction and affection for you have very little to do with how you look. I feel the way that I do about you because of who you are."

Omigosh Bill that's so sweet. She felt another well of emotion and clamped down on it. I'm not going to cry. This has been a great night. I'm not going to ruin it by breaking down and crying.

"Besides, since when have you needed the approval of a bunch of men to feel beautiful; powerful even?" Bill was scolding her, but she could feel the love there. "It's not like you. You're the Director of your firms legal department. You're literally a boss!" He grinned at her. "I mean come on, you had all three of us dangling from your finger tips tonight!"

Lynn smiled up at him. "Yeah, I pulled you guys pretty hard didn't I?" She looked down and nodded slowly. "I guess I've just been feeling a lot of anxiety about how my body has changed since Jordan was born. Tonight I wanted to prove to myself that I'm still beautiful."

"Did you succeed?" Bill asked.

"Yeah. I guess so. I just feel incredibly silly," Lynn let out a long shuddering breath as she clamped down on her tears again. "I'm feeling a little overwhelmed right now. This has been a really intense and incredible experience Bill," She said, thanking him. "I know that I didn't behave responsibly, and I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It was all pretty spur of the moment and I definitely encouraged you. We have options if we do end up pregnant. We'll do better next time," Bill told her, pushing a strand of hair back out of her face. "And, listen, you don't need to go out cruising for random hook-ups. You can fuck Craig, or Gordon, or myself anytime we're available."

"Are you sure that's not weird?" Lynn asked, screwing up her face. "I mean, you know Craig and I have screwed around a couple of times, but I never really considered him a go-to since he's your friend. I've always been worried one of us might catch feelings or something if we're together too much."

"You like him that much eh?" Bill asked, smirking.

"I mean, he's a complete buffoon, but I kind of like the dad-bod look," Lynn admitted.

"Well you can fuck Craig and Gordon as much as you want," Bill explained. "I'd actually prefer it if you'd keep your random hookups in the Community. It's safer if we're a closed system."

Do I understand him correctly?

"Bill are you sure?" Lynn asked, squinting at him.

"Yeah. Why not?" Bill shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling like smoked hams. "Craig and Gordon are close friends. They're smart and careful swingers- most of the time." He winked at her. "Is there anything I can do to help you relax before bed? I can bring you some water and a snack if you'd like."

"Yeah I'd love a glass of water. I'm going to finish on the toilet here, brush my teeth, and then I'm going to bed. Would you mind laying down with me? I could use a cuddle."

"Of course!" Bill nodded, stood and then left her alone in the bathroom. She finished her business, and cleaned herself up. By the time she left the bathroom, a glass of water and a ham and cheese sandwich were waiting for her on the bedside table. Bill was changed the sheets and pillows while she ate and they climbed in together. Lynn fell asleep on her husband's shoulder, dreaming pleasant dreams of being waited on by a trio of handsome vassals.