Juni at the Trade Show - Day 02

This is more of a "hotwife" story than a "cuckold" story. Her husband is aware of what she's doing, she is not "cheating". Neither of them have any interest in him being humiliated.

Notes to those familiar with my Tawny series or the Kara series:

Relative to most of those stories, this story has a little more build-up to the actual sex.

This story does not have any of the rough sex or BDSM components that are part of both the Tawny and Kara series.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, here STI's don't exist and Juni's method of birth control is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present some level of health risk, and a low but non-zero pregnancy risk.

The Juni's Hotwife Adventures stories so far:

#1 - Juni at the Trade Show - Day One

#2 - Juni at the Trade Show - Day Two

Copyright © 2026 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

The Show

It was day two of the Southwest Train and Track show, and the show floor was opening in ten minutes. I was busily getting the booth ready by myself this morning. I'd told my "co-worker" Juni that she could sleep in. As a matter of fact, I'd told her she didn't really have to work the booth at all.

The whole point of my wife coming to the show and "working" in my company's booth had been for her to have a chance to fulfill our shared fantasy. And she had. Todd, from a neighboring booth, had been the lucky guy that Juni had chosen for her first hotwife experience.

To my surprise, she'd said she wanted to be back in the booth today -- I think she had a lot of fun flirting yesterday, and wanted to do more today. She hadn't said anything to me about fucking another guy tonight, and, not wanting her to feel any pressure to do it again, I hadn't brought it up either. Nonetheless, I was pretty sure it was a possibility.

A guy I vaguely recognized as from another of the companies exhibiting here walked up and said, "Hi. Is, um, is Juni around?"

Ok. Interesting...

"No, she probably won't be here for another hour."

He looked disappointed. "Well... when she comes in, could you ask her to stop by the Sullivan Boxcar Services booth?" He pointed towards the big corner booth at the far end of the long aisle. "I'd come back, but my boss is a pain in the ass about us leaving the booth before lunch." He grimaced. "And sometimes even then."

"Sure. Can I tell her why?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," he said uncertainly. "I was talking to Todd." he nodded towards the neighboring booth. "He's a buddy of mine, and he said..."

He paused, and I could see him deciding just how much of what Todd had said would be appropriate to relate to her co-worker.

"Uh, yeah, Todd said she likes to have fun after the show, and I was hoping to sort of, you know, um.... ask her out."

Todd had apparently wasted no time telling his buddies just what kind of "fun" he'd had with the girl from the Swaine Railroad Electronics booth, and what a hot little slut my wife is. Not that he knew that she was my wife, of course.

"Ok, sure, I can ask her to stop by."

"Thanks," he said nodding.

I could have left it at there, but I just couldn't resist a little fun of my own. "So, like a date? Like dinner and a movie?" I asked blandly.

He looked away for a second, then said sheepishly, "Well... not exactly a date. If you know what I mean."

Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Todd would surely have told him how easy it had been to get Juni into bed, no dinner required. Hell, Todd hadn't even needed to buy her a drink.

"Ah," I said, nodding. I was careful not to show any hint that I was excited by the thought of Juni exercising her hotwife privileges again so soon; on the contrary, I tried to sound just a little bit disapproving. "I understand."

He gave me a "busted" shrug-and-grin combo.

"I'm Connor, by the way. And you are?"

He started to point at his badge, then looked down and realized he wasn't wearing it.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Blake."

He held out his hand, and after a moment's hesitation I shook it. Even if Juni was open to another hotwife outing so soon, I didn't know if it would be with Blake. Still, it felt weird to be shaking a hand that might soon be fondling my wife's breasts. Among other things.

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It was almost 10:00 am when I saw Juni approaching, which was fine. I knew that Blake would be getting anxious, but that did not really bother me -- good things are worth the wait, and my wife was a very good thing!

Seeing her gave me that little thrill I always felt when I saw her walk into a room unexpectedly, or in this case walking down the aisle towards our booth. Today Juni was still in the same "uniform" that she'd worn yesterday -- slacks and a company polo, but somehow she'd managed to make it look sexier. It had been tight yesterday, but today... the polo was completely unbuttoned, and had she also somehow shrunk it a little?

Maybe it was my imagination, maybe she just seemed even sexier now that she'd actually fulfilled both our fantasies by fucking another guy. Either way, she looked super hot, and I enjoyed seeing guys try to stare at her without being obvious, and failing.

As she stepped into our booth, I saw a couple of guys who had just walked past suddenly develop a new interest in our products. I didn't blame them -- with her slender yet curvy figure, sparkling blue eyes, and inviting smile, Juni was petite perfection.

She talked with them, and then a few more people who stopped at the booth before we had a minute alone for me to tell her about Blake's request.

"Well that was quick," she said, sounding unsure of whether to be pleased or annoyed at Todd.

I shrugged. "Yeah, news travels faster than a speeding locomotive at this show."

Juni groaned and rolled her eyes, but then she laughed. She had a great laugh. "I know I just got here, but do you mind if I run over there?"

"I'd hate for you to disappoint your fans," I said, earning another laugh.

As she left the booth, she asked, "Am I famous or infamous do you think?"

"What do you want to be?"

Her only answer was an enigmatic smile.

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Things were much quieter at the booth without her there, but I was sure more guys would be interested in hearing about our products once Juni returned. I was tidying up a row of pamphlets when Arthur came by.

"I saw your lush little Asian coworker up at the Sullivan booth. She seemed engrossed in conversation with two of their bright young chaps."

Two?

"Yes, I believe she went over there to answer a few questions about our new automatic signal-detection system." My wife didn't know thing one about that system, but Arthur didn't know that.

"Well," Arthur said, "they were all seated next to each other, and she had her hand on one of their thighs." He looked at me over his glasses. " I may need to have some questions about that system answered myself, you know."

I laughed. "Please feel free to ask me then. I'm sure I could tell you just as much about that product as she could."

"Thank you, Connor, but it wouldn't be the same somehow," he said with a smile.

"No, I guess it wouldn't." I'd enjoy Juni reading me the fine print on the back of the credit card statement if it meant getting to look at her and get occasional eye-contact, and I'm definitely not the only one.

We chatted a little more about how the show was going, and then a potential customer came to the booth, and he left me to it.

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When Juni finally got back almost an hour later, she looked excited.

"You were gone a long time," I said, a question in my voice.

"I know, but Blake and I got talking. I think it was time well-spent, if you know what I mean."

"Just Blake?" Arthur had made it sound like she had found more than one guy to choose from at that booth.

She grinned, but at that moment we were interrupted, and she couldn't answer. Although, I could see that she was anxious to tell me about her visit. Frustratingly, we had a steady stream of potential customers, and that's as far as we got for the next hour.

When lunch time finally rolled around, I put a "Back In 30 Minutes" sign on one of the tables and we found a quiet place to talk as we scarfed down some surprisingly good convention-center deli sandwiches.

"So, did Blake ask you to dinner, or did he cut straight to drinks and an invitation for you to study the ceiling in his hotel room?"

Eyes gleaming, she said, "No dinner. No drinks. He wants me to join him -- and his friend Derick -- for an evening of carnal delight." She smirked, and added, "My words, not his."

Ok, Derick must have been the other guy Arthur had seen Juni talking with. I stared at her for a second, then growled, "That's pretty goddamned bold."

"Yeah, it was." Did she sound excited?

"How did they take it when you turned them down?" I asked.

Juni paused, took a breath, and said, "I didn't. I told them I might be interested..."

Now we stared at each other, her waiting for my reaction, and me trying to formulate one.

My wife has always been a jump-in-with-both-feet kind of girl. We'd been in Colorado about a year when she took an introductory skiing lesson. More lessons quickly followed. Then, new skis, boots, bindings, waxes, and all the other paraphernalia you need to slide down a snowy mountainside began to show up at our house on a regular basis.

I think mountains are for looking at, so I don't know how long it normally takes, but in what seemed to me a surprisingly short time she was screaming down what her instructors said were "genuine double black diamonds" and Juni was rating invitations for off-piste adventures by the local ski-bums.

Even with all of that in mind, I was still taken aback that she would be considering something like this so quickly. It took me a while, but I was finally able to put my thoughts eloquently. "Huh," I said.

Juni took that as her cue to start talking again, and I could tell she was nervous by how the words just tumbled out. "Is that too much, too fast for you? Am I being too slutty for you? You do want me to save the multiple guy thing for down the road, don't you." She made a sort of grimace. "Or... maybe never?"

When she finally paused to take a breath, I said, "Those are good questions, babe."

I knew one of the things that excited her about the whole hotwife thing was getting to have new experiences. Experiences that she had never had, and ones she couldn't get in a monogamous marriage. I guess on some level I'd know that might include group sex, even though we'd never actually talked about it.

A technique we'd both used before embarking on this hotwife adventure was visualization -- basically imagining events and "testing" our reactions. No substitute for the real thing of course, but a useful tool for probing potential reactions nonetheless.

I tried to imagine her coming back to our room, flushed with excitement as she told me about how she'd just let two guys use her body for their pleasure. As I envisioned that, I felt a mix of things, happy for her, since in this imagined scenario she had enjoyed it; just a smidgen of jealousy; and last but not least, very turned on.

Juni looked anxious, but let me process things. Finally, I asked, "You really want to do this?"

She didn't answer right away, and I watched as the look of uncertainty on her face was slowly replaced by confidence. "Yes. I think I do."

"This soon?" I asked.

With a wry grin, she said, "So... is there an official slutty hotwife journey waiting period? I can't just fast-forward to two guys at once?"

"No, I just mean..."

What did I mean? The thought of her being the center of attention for two guys was a turn-on, but paradoxically her willingness to do it made me feel different then when it was one guy. I didn't think it was jealousy. Concern maybe? Her college boyfriend was her first, and I was her second. Todd had only been number three. In today's world, that practically made her a virgin.

"What's after this, a gang-bang?" I meant it to be funny, but it may have come out sounding a little judgey. I honestly wasn't trying to discourage her, I just wanted to be sure that her natural enthusiasm didn't lead her into something she might not be ready for.

Juni didn't say anything, her answer was to just let a mischievously evil smile gradually blossom. Well, I had walked into it! "Uhh, forget I said that, please."

We both laughed, and she said, "Ok," gave me a quick flash of that evil-yet-sexy smile, then added, "for now."

"Good," I said. You being a plaything for two guys is plenty for tonight."

And I strongly suspected that "plaything" was the right word. Even when it was a one-night stand, Juni could probably expect the guy to be considerate, maybe even tender. But two strangers? With a gal that I'm sure they saw as a slut after hearing Todd's probably somewhat-exaggerated report? Nope, if she went through with this, my wife was going to get fucked, which I was sure she knew. Juni may have been inexperienced, but she wasn't naive.

"So, what do you know about these guys?"

"They both seemed ok," she said, nodding. "Both well-groomed and presentable."

"I'm no expert," I said, "but Blake seemed more than just presentable."

She smiled, "Ok, yeah, he was kind of hot."

"And you liked them both?"

"Yeah, although I got to talk to Blake more than his friend Derick. But neither of them came off like an axe-murderer if that's what you're asking."

"Good. Glad they cleared that challenging axe-murderer bar," I joked.

She said, "There were other people around almost all the time, so our conversation didn't get too flirty or dirty, but Blake did say that I would not be disappointed with what his buddy would 'bring to the party'. It was clear that he meant sexually, but it wasn't the place or time to ask for specifics."

I was pretty sure that meant "a big dick". Like any guy, I immediately wondered if it was bigger than mine.

To be clear, I wondered, not worried. Mine was just fine, thank you. I knew the statistics on dick sizes, and I may not have been on the "porn" end of the range, but I was nowhere near the other end either.

With a smile just big enough to let her know I wasn't bothered, but not so big as to make it weird, I said, "Well, that sounds like something for you to look forward to."

She nodded. I noticed that she also looked just a little bit embarrassed. I know my wife -- she was definitely looking forward to it.

Juni and I continued to talk as she told me more about her assessment of Blake and Derick, reassuring me that she wasn't planning to jump into bed with just anyone. By the time we were done with our sandwiches, I was whole-heartedly enjoying the thought of my wife getting to experience her first threesome!

Room Service

As I rode the elevator up to Blake's floor, I hoped I wouldn't run into too many people.

Since I was going straight to his hotel room, I felt that a dress like the one I'd worn to meet Todd in the bar last night didn't seem quite right. This was a threesome, not a date, so I'd gone in a more slutty direction, with low-rider jeans that looked sprayed-on, a tank top, and bright red open-toed high heels. The tank top was white, and so sheer that you could plainly see my nipples. I wasn't wearing a bra.

His room was about as far as you could get from the elevator, so I had time to think as I walked.

In college I'd been a "good" girl. Hell, I'd been a virgin until I had sex with Terry Salter in my senior year, and even then I'd only given it up because I'd thought he was the guy I was going to marry. I guess I should be bitter, because not long after that he let his true weasel nature show, and I broke up with him. I'm not bitter, though, since it made me aware of how great sex was, and how much I loved it! My only regret is that I waited so long to start enjoying it.

Being innocent hadn't kept me from secretly being excited when other friends and room-mates would relate things they'd heard about, or even done -- one-night stands, threesomes and even the occasional gang-bang. I just in no way ever dreamed that I'd be starring in one. Once I married Connor, the status for wild adventures like that went from "really unlikely" to "never going to happen". But now... now my new hotwife role had opened that door. A door Connor had not known he was opening. I hoped that he was truly ok with me wanting to walk through it.

I was almost as nervous as I was excited, and thinking about metaphorical doors made me wind up knocking on the wrong physical door. Fortunately, no one answered, and after a minute I realized my mistake and found the correct door a little ways down the hall.

I knocked, and after a few seconds the door swung open, revealing a grinning Blake. "Told you she'd show up," he yelled over his shoulder.

He stepped back out of the way, and I walked into the room. It was some sort of junior suite, with a sitting area in front and the bed back towards the windows. Derick was there, sitting on a small sofa.

"He didn't think you'd really come," said Blake, motioning towards Derick.

"Yeah, I got that."

"I don't care if she comes or not, as long as I do," said Derick, and Blake chuckled, although I wasn't sure he'd been trying to be funny. I wasn't expecting them to try and show me what great lovers they were. Any pleasure I got would no doubt be incidental to their own, a thought that somehow excited me even more.

Derick hungrily scanned my body from head to toe. While he looked at me, I looked at him again. A bit on the short side, but he looked wiry and in shape. Handsome, but not too handsome. Yeah, I'd do him. Which is good, because I guess I was going to.

"She is a tasty little bit of fluff," Derick said, his inspection complete.

Fluff? Fluff? I was Fluff? I felt insulted and flattered at the same time. I decided to let flattered win. Of course all they cared about was my body. It's not like I had chosen them based on their IQs either.

I gave him a vapid smile, and giggled. The giggle may have been a bit much, but if these guys wanted fluff, I'd give them fluff.

After meeting Derick at his booth, I'd come away with a little suspicion that in addition to having a big dick, he might also be somewhat of a big dick. So far, he wasn't proving me wrong. Oh, well, I knew that every guy I met wasn't going to be Prince Charming. I already had a terrific husband, I wasn't shopping for one, so Derick being a little rough around the edges was perfectly acceptable. I had to admit that, under the something-different umbrella, it was even a little bit exciting.

He looked over at Blake and grinned. "Honestly, you usually pull some skank. Congrats, man, she's way too pretty to want to bang you."

Blake returned the grin, and flipped him off.

In porn, the girl always knows just what to say and do, and everything happens so easily. But I was no porn star. I found myself standing there, unsure of what came next. Were we going to get to know each other better first? Share our favorite books? Did I just strip? Say something seductive? Sit in one of their laps?

We stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, but probably wasn't, when to my relief Derick broke the silence. "Alright baby, let's see the goods."

Ok, not very smooth, but I hadn't expected smooth. Strip it is!

I grabbed the hem of my tank top, and slowly raised it, pausing with it just below my nipples to build suspense and show off some nice under-boob, before I pulled it up over my head and tossed it on an end table.

"Oh, yeah, that's nice," said Blake.

I wasn't getting those jeans off with my shoes on, so the shoes went next. I'd made sure to have chosen ones that I could slip off without bending over awkwardly, and I think I did a good job of removing them sexily.

Then it was just my jeans, and I mean just my jeans -- I hadn't worn any underwear. I tried to take it slow, but you can only do so much with a button and a short zipper. I focused my efforts on sliding them down to teasingly reveal my pussy, then stepping out of them gracefully.

Not for the first time I wondered if I'd been a little hasty in coming here tonight, but the wetness I felt growing between my legs gave me my answer.

Now that I was undressed, the guys stood up and bracketed me. I felt a little trapped, and my heart raced, but I also felt my pussy getting wet.

"You looked hot at the show, but damn," said Blake, as he gave my ass a squeeze.

Standing in front of me, Derick said, "Nice, but tits still ain't very big though."

He sounded disappointed, and my first thought was "well, Todd liked them". Then I felt guilty because my reaction should have been that my husband likes them, not that a different stranger had liked them.

"Dude, get over your big-boob thing," Blake said, coming to my defense. This was obviously not a fresh argument between them. "Juni here is the hottest piece of ass we've ever had."

"Carly," said Derick.

"Carly?" Blake shook his head. "No way. Sure, her tits were bigger, but that's it."

Using both hands, Derick encircled my left breast near the base and squeezed, making it bulge out. "Tying them up would help."

Tie up my breasts? I wasn't exactly sure what that entailed, but it didn't sound fun, and it was definitely not something I had agreed to.

I pulled his hands off my breast. He didn't resist, so no wrist lock needed, although I had been ready. "My boobs are just fine as they are, thanks."

Blake said, "Yeah, dude, she's not here for any kinky shit, she's just here for some sex."

Derick shrugged. "Ok, sure." He still sounded disappointed though.

Blake and Derick remaining fully-dressed made me feel more naked than nude. No, they're not the same thing. Nude is artistic, sensual, romantic even. Naked is exposed, vulnerable. A moment of reflexive fear in the pit of my stomach quickly morphed into a warm little quiver about eight inches lower...

Derick's disappointment at the size of my boobs didn't keep him from having fun playing with them. And my ass. Both he and Todd spent a minute just doing what can best be described as "pawing" at me. In a romantic scenario I would have found it unacceptably rude and crude, but tonight it seemed perfectly fitting.

Then, as if triggered by some signal that only they could hear, they both began undressing. Thirty seconds later they were naked, and I was looking at two cocks. Two cocks! Until yesterday, two cocks was the total number I'd ever seen in-person, and now I was looking at two at the same time. And I wasn't here just to look...

They were in differing states of erection. Blake looked to be fully hard, but Derick was only about halfway there, although even in that state he was still impressive.

I was still wearing my wedding ring, and Derick lifted my hand up to look at it. "Your husband know you come to these shows to get some extra dick?" he asked happily.

"No, not a clue," I answered.

Why did I lie? Well, Derick seemed like the kind of guy that would be into cuckolding a woman's husband, and the nasty little chuckle he made in response told me that I was right.

"Alright then," he said, "let's get to fucking little old wifey here. You ready to be fucked, baby?"

I gave him what I hoped was a debauched smile. "If I wasn't ready, would I be naked?" As I said the word "naked", I again felt that little ripple of warmth between my legs.

"Then c'mon, chicky. Get busy sucking our dicks," ordered Derick.

This was going to be very different than last night's experience with Todd, but I knew that when I came here. I knew there would be no kissing, no moments of tenderness. There had been no need for seduction. They hadn't had to buy me drinks and be charming as we talked and flirted. I had delivered myself to them, raw meat thrown to lions. The thought made me shiver, but not in a bad way.

"Yeah, put that mouth to work," said Blake. He sounded polite next to Derick, who had an edge of disdain to his words now that things were heating up.

I sank to my knees. This was a real departure from sex with Connor, where we were more-or-less equal partners; each of us might take the lead if we had a specific urge or desire in the moment, but that's as far as it went. To these guys, I was just a horny slut here to cheat on her husband with two strangers, and that's how I was going to be treated.

Having to choose which cock to suck first was another new experience. I waited a second, but neither of them took the initiative, so it was up to me. Derick's cock wasn't very hard yet, but Blake's was nice and ready, so I decided to start there. I teased the head of it with my tongue, then took him into my mouth. With my lips tight around his dick, I moved my mouth up and down along the shaft, always keeping the head in my mouth.

Blake groaned and put his hands around my head, his fingers tangled in my long black hair. His grip was light, more of a caress, and not at all controlling.

I was just getting into a nice rhythm when Derick said, "My turn." Blake let go of my head, letting Derick take a tight grip on my hair and yank my head around towards him.

It hurt, but that didn't keep me from doing what I was on my knees to do -- I licked his semi-hard cock quite nicely, thank you, and then put it into my mouth. Derick's grip on my hair loosened up a little, and I was able to bob my head as I worked on him with both suction and my tongue.

A minute or so of that, and he was no longer soft, and had grown noticeably larger. I felt a little guilty about using the oral talents I'd honed during my marriage to pleasure some stranger, but it was also really satisfying to be able to make that stranger's dick so nice and hard.

Despite his grip on my hair, he seemed content to let me control the blowjob, even though to avoid gagging there was an inch or two of his cock that never made it past my lips; Derick's cock was truly impressive.

After a bit, Blake "tapped in" again, and for what was probably ten minutes I alternated between their cocks, using my hand to keep from totally neglecting the one that wasn't in my mouth.

I was sucking Blake's cock when his groans of pleasure started to sound more serious. A few seconds later he stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Nope, gettin' too close there! Need to take a break, I don't want to miss out on some of that pussy."

I was right there with him. I was looking forward to having two guys fuck me here tonight, and I wanted to feel each of them inside me.

"Yeah," said Derick, "let's get to some serious boning."

He wasn't a particularly big guy, especially compared to my husband, but he was in good shape. He easily picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

I expected that doing this for the second time was going to be easy, but it wasn't. I found myself wondering if I was really going to again spread my legs for a guy that wasn't my husband. More than that, it was two guys, neither of whom I really knew well.

I'd no sooner formulated that question, when I felt a wave of heat sweep through me. My body had again answered my question. Hesitation past, I lay back and spread my legs nice and wide for him.

Derick may have been short and on the skinny side, but he had the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Ok, that makes it sound like I've seen a lot of dicks, which is not at all true, if we mean seen in-person. Probably more accurate to say he had a dick the likes of which I'd only seen in porn.

He and my husband are two data points showing that body size and penis size do not necessarily correlate. Connor -- who is quite physically imposing -- has what he considers to be an average-sized cock, although from what I've gathered, his is actually on the large side of that range.

I had not been disappointed last night that Todd's cock was about the same size that I'm used to enjoying, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about the opportunity to try Derick's. I didn't think I was a "size queen", but the fact of the matter was that I didn't really know, did I? Before this weekend I'd fucked just two guys in my entire life.

I thought I was seconds away from finding out if Derick's cock felt as good as it looked. I was wrong.

"Your turn," Blake said to me.

He crawled on to the bed between my open legs, and rubbed his face against my pussy. He was clean-shaven, and it felt good, if quite the surprise. I didn't expect to be touched down there with anything other than a cock, and maybe some groping fingers.

He ran his tongue up and down the slit between my pussy lips, and then pushed his mouth between them, licking me slowly and forcefully. I moaned as he moved up and began to gently suck and lick my clit.

Like most women, I couldn't climax from penetration alone, so this was a wonderful surprise -- I had not expected either of these guys to go down on me. Like with Todd last night, I expected to enjoy sex, but not actually come. At least, not until I was in bed with my husband.

Derick said, "Why are you licking her snatch? You're wasting time, let's just fuck her."

Blake paused and lifted his head. "Dude, this is so not a waste of time. You get chicks off, they get way more accommodating later."

That wasn't the reason Connor made sure I had plenty of orgasms. At least, I hoped it wasn't. But I didn't have any romantic illusions about why I was here with Blake and Derick tonight. An orgasm is an orgasm, and I'd take this one regardless of his rather self-centered motivation.

"Whatever," Derick said, sounding resigned to his friend's plan.

I lay there moaning and sighing as Blake licked me like he actually enjoyed it, doing a very nice job. I don't always need anything in me to come, but unless the guy is really expert on just how I like it, it will take a very long time, and I might not get there at all. After a while it began to feel like almost painful teasing as I approched the edge, but couldn't get over it.

"Finger," I begged. "Finger."

He slipped one, maybe two finger into me -- I couldn't tell at that point -- and began twisting and swirling them.

"O, fuck, yes, that's it. That's it," I gasped as I felt my body begin to tense. "Go, go, go, oh fuck, go!"

He kept doing what he was doing, which was great. I had to teach Connor that when I was close, I wanted him to maintain what he was doing that was getting me there, not go even faster or harder. I didn't know what girl Blake had learned that secret from, but I wanted to thank her.

I yelled, "Umm, umm, yes, ummm, ooahh oohaa," and other similarly incoherent noises as a very nice orgasm blossomed under Blake's busy tongue, and my whole body tensed and spasmed as I came.

When I was able to pay attention to the outside world again, Blake was already off of the bed.

"You need to give her a minute," he said to Derick as he headed towards the bathroom, no doubt to clean up. I had been plenty wet by the time he was done!

Standing at the foot of the bed between my wide-spread legs, Derick said, "Nice pussy," as he looked at the apex of those legs. "Now roll over and get up on all fours."

"No, I don't want to you guys to fuck me that way. Just let me lay here on my back and I'll--"

"Look, sweet-cheeks," Derick interrupted. "You think one of us wants to just stand there with his dick in his hand watching? All. Fours."

I'd never liked doggy-style. You can't see my face, can't really see or play with my boobs. There's no kissing, no caressing, no looking into each other's eyes -- not that those things were a factor tonight, but still. I always felt that it was a degrading position, a girl being reduced to just a hole, a hole being presented for the man's use and pleasure. I didn't move.

"Dude, don't blow this, I want to fuck her," said Blake, returning from cleaning up. Derick had looked at my ready and inviting pussy, but Blake was staring at it like it was an oasis in the desert.

Derick shook his head. "Not blowing it," he said confidently.

He was right, damn him. I know we women accuse guys of "thinking with their little head" and we act like we would never let our genitalia make our decisions, but if you think that never happens to us, you'd be wrong.

More than just wanting a cock in my pussy, right now I needed one. Any disdain I held for the doggy-style position was no match for my hormones. Quite often I'm even hornier after having an orgasm than I was before. Giving my husband a blowjob also gets me excited, so you can imagine how I was after sucking two dicks and having an orgasm!

With as much dignity as I could manage, I rolled over and assumed the position.

"There you go, Juni" he said in a condescending tone as he patted my ass, "I like a girl that does as she's told."

What would Connor think if he knew that I'd let these guys not just fuck me, but that I let them tell me what to do? I found myself asking that kind of question a lot -- there was way more uncharted territory to this hotwife thing than I'd expected. Of course, some of that was maybe due to me jumping into a threesome.

Blake said, "I want her pussy first."

"Yeah, you do that Blake, get her ready for me," laughed Derick.

Blake knelt behind me on the big bed. He shifted around, the tip of his cock brushing against first my thigh, and then my pussy lips. I felt him leave a few drops of his pre-cum on my thigh, the sticky wetness exciting me even more. He got the head of his cock lined up, and with one smooth motion slid it into me, making me gasp loudly. It felt so good being filled, my gasp turned into a whimper of relief and pleasure. I rocked my ass back and forth, enjoying the sensation of again having a strange cock deep within me.

"Oh, fuck, yes," I moaned. "Fuck me good."

He didn't actually need the encouragement -- even as the words escaped my lips he was plunging in and out of me, not roughly, but with plenty of energy. Doggy-style had never felt right with Connor, since he was someone I loved. In this scenario, though, it felt right. It felt appropriate.

Derick crawled onto the bed in front of me, also kneeling. He took a handful of my long black hair and pulled my head up, his hard cock waving in front of my face.

"Open up, baby," he said.

I felt a little naive at not realizing this is why they wanted me in this position. I hadn't really paid much attention earlier when he said he didn't want to just be watching as I was being fucked, but now that made sense. I guess we'd see if I could please two guys at once.

I opened my mouth as requested, and he inserted the head of his cock. A thrust by Blake rocked me forward, and I licked the underside of Derick's cock as I took it deeper into my mouth. Derick didn't have to do much beyond hold still as my lips and tongue slid back and forth on his cock in time with Blake's thrusts.

A girl on all-fours, a cock in her mouth and pussy -- there was a somewhat vulgar term for that. It was hard to concentrate while sucking Derick's dick, and being banged from behind by his buddy, but it finally came to me. Spit-roasted! That's what this was called. These guys were spit-roasting me.

It was another thing I had assumed I'd never experience, since I hadn't done it before marrying Connor. I would have giggled if my mouth wasn't full.

I wondered if Connor would enjoy seeing this. I knew that he was going to love hearing about it, but I wasn't sure how he'd react to actually seeing it happen in front of him. For that matter, I didn't think he was sure how he'd react either.

The primary rationale for him not trying to be present as I hotwifed -- if that's the correct verb -- was that my husband being present would inhibit some guys, and that a guy his size would inhibit most guys. So although he'd never actually expressed concern about his potential adverse reaction to watching another guy fuck his wife, I was pretty sure it was another reason we kept him out of the picture.

I did kind of hope that someday we'd get to find out if him getting to watch it all in person was good or bad. But not tonight.

After a few minutes, Derick said, "Hey, my turn in her pussy."

Blake chuckled as he pulled out. "Yeah, no problem dude. I was getting a little too close anyway. Juni's pussy is nice and tight."

Derick, I could tell, had not been close. Trying to give a good blowjob as you're being vigorously fucked from behind is not easy. Between having no control over the rhythm, and being happily distracted by the cock fucking my pussy, it was far from my best work.

They switched places, with Blake not waiting for Derick to get started. As soon as he was in front of me, he wanted his cock in my mouth, and I obliged. I got to work licking my own pussy juices off of his cock as Derick got into position. I always felt deliciously slutty when I'd give Connor oral sex after he'd been in me, but tasting myself on a stranger's cock was an extra thrill.

I stopped licking as I felt the head of Derick's cock part my pussy lips. Sorry Blake -- I planned to give the sensation of being entered by the biggest dick I'd ever had my undivided attention.

Derick really knew how to tease a girl! After the head of his cock was inside me, he paused for a few seconds, long enough that I whined and pushed myself back onto him a little. I really wanted to feel that big dick all the way inside me.

"Yeah, baby, you want it, don't you?" Derick asked. I whined again, and pushed back a little more, but he pulled back as I did, making sure to not give me another inch.

"Does Juni need more of my dick?" He taunted.

It took direct stimulation of my clit for me to come. That didn't mean that I didn't enjoy, want, and yes, need a nice hard dick in my pussy. Nonetheless, I wasn't going to beg. He may have been teasing me, but I knew he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked. Probably more, if I knew guys.

I gave the head of his cock a little squeeze. All those Kegels hadn't been for nothing, as he moaned and growled, "Ok, damn."

He deepened his penetration, but slowly; he was as interested in making sure I felt every inch as I was. Finally he was all the way in. The feeling of fullness was wonderful, and a wave of pleasure swept through me as he began thrusting.

I'd forgotten about Blake until I felt the tip of his cock rubbing across my cheek. Oops! I found the head of his dick with my mouth, and drew him in greedily, due to my excitement as well as feeling a little guilty about forgetting him.

It was back to being spit-roasted as I found myself again being rocked back and forth on the cocks that alternately filled my pussy and my mouth. Derick was even more forceful that Blake had been, and I was in heaven.

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Derick asked, "You know what's even better than a nice tight pussy?" as he fucked me.

"Uhhh, no," said Blake, "but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

I really hoped Derick wasn't going to say "a nice tight asshole", because that was not on offer tonight! I trusted Connor to do that with the requisite care, but I did not trust these guys. Oh, Blake might have gotten there if he approached it just right, but I didn't get a slow-and-considerate vibe from Derick, not to mention any concern about the size of his dick relative to the size of that particular orifice.

To my relief, what Derick continued with was, "A nice tight married pussy. Married pussy is always better."

Blake shrugged. "Ah, pussy is pussy. You just like thinking about her old man sittin' at home all clueless while you're plowing his field."

Derick laughed. "Yeah, and I'm gonna plant plenty of my seed in it too when I get done plowing."

The way he said that made me feel wonderfully dirty. I tried to memorize his exact words so I could share them with Connor later.

Last night, Todd hadn't cared much one way or the other that I was married, and Blake didn't seem to either. Derick, on the other hand, was obviously very much enjoying the fact that I belonged to another man.

Ok, I'd play into it. I gently turned my head to dislodge Blake's cock from my mouth.

"Oh, you're fucking me so good, and you're so much bigger than my husband!" That was mostly true. I was getting energetically fucked, and he was bigger than Connor, but only somewhat.

"Yeah, you married slut, you like my cock stretching out your pussy don't you?"

"Oh god, don't make me too loose! What would my husband think? Will he be able to tell?" The note of panic in my voice was for Derick's benefit. Pussies are nice and elastic, and this girl's pelvic muscles were in very good shape, thank you.

"I like that," groaned Derick. "I like picturing your old man wondering why his precious little wife's pussy feels so loose after she got back."

Nope, I wasn't going to shatter his illusions, especially not while he was fucking me so well. That said, this whole exchange was actually kind of doing it for me. "Oh, fuck, I don't care. Just keep fucking me!" I yelled.

Apparently it was doing it for Derick too, because his pace changed, his strokes becoming slower and even deeper. After a few more, he groaned and pushed into me hard. I felt his cock spasm as his cum shot deep inside me, burst after burst. I always loved knowing I'd been sexy enough to get a man to come, and it being a man who wasn't my husband was an added thrill.

"Yes, yes, yes," I yelled, "fill my married pussy with your cum." No play-acting there, I meant every word. The thought of once again accepting another man's cum in my body was an incredible rush. Resting my face and boobs on the bed, I reached beneath me and frantically rubbed my clit.

"Oh yeah, oh, yeah, take it. Take it you slut! Take my cum home to your clueless husband."

As I felt his cock make one final pulse, my second orgasm of the night swept through me, my cries muffled by the bed I had my face pressed down into.

Derick pulled out, releasing a gush of cum that ran down my leg. "Yeah, did you see her come just now? One for you and one for me, and I didn't even have to lick her pussy."

He wouldn't have gotten me there if I hadn't rubbed my clit, but I let him have the win. Between his dick and his dirty talk, he had been mostly responsible for my orgasm. The guy did have a great dick.

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I expected Blake to move around and do me from behind. I wanted him to do me from behind. He had other plans. It may have been reluctance about sloppy seconds, or not wanting to follow behind his more well-endowed buddy, but whatever it was, he wanted me to resume sucking him.

Which I did, getting back up on all fours and taking his still-hard cock back into my mouth. Now that Derick was done screwing me from behind, I could focus on just one dick. My disappointment at not having him back in my pussy wasn't going to keep me from giving him a great blowjob. After all, I had gotten to come twice tonight!

His cock wasn't long enough to give me any problems taking him all the way into my mouth, but it was going deep enough that I was making that little "gurp, glurp" sound that always got Connor excited, so I hoped it was doing the same for Blake.

Yes, it did make me feel a little guilty about trying to please a stranger in the same way I tried to please my husband. A little guilty, but also turned on. Is it weird that some of my excitement came from the guilt? My emotions about becoming a hotwife were more complicated than expected, and I wondered if Conner's were as well.

Again, Blake let me pretty much control the blowjob, wrapping my hair around his fingers, but never holding my head. He caressed my cheeks, and the sides of my throat, teasing my lips with his fingertips. Connor did all of that, and more, when I'd give him oral sex.

Blake's touch, however, somehow felt different. It kept me aware that it wasn't Connor's familiar cock that I had my lips around. Aware that the smooth head of the cock that my tongue licked as it slid in and out between those lips didn't belong to my husband, but to guy I'd just met this morning. Even the sounds Blake made as he enjoyed using my mouth for his pleasure were unfamiliar, which was exciting to me.

I wondered if Blake closed his eyes would he be able to tell that it wasn't his girlfriend, or maybe the last girl he'd picked up in some bar that was currently sucking his dick? I hoped so. I'd always considered oral sex to be an area where technique and commitment really mattered.

Was Blake thinking about where I'd acquired the skills he was obviously enjoying? If so, did he feel guilty about benefiting from the culmination of my years of practice on my husband's cock?

All those thoughts, and more, were going through my head, when without warning, Blake's cock erupted. Unprepared, I found myself doing all I could to not cough and choke as a sudden blast of warm cum filled my mouth. It wasn't inattention that allowed me to be surprised by his orgasm, I was just finely attuned to how it felt when my husband was ready, and apparently Blake's cues were different that I missed them.

I managed to keep him in my mouth as his orgasm ran its course, but as soon as he was done, I pulled my head back so that I could spit the sticky fluid out onto the bed.

I don't know why, but in the moment, swallowing his cum just seemed... wrong. Yes, I know that minutes ago I'd happily let Derick pump my pussy full of his cum. I don't know why this was different, but it was. Nothing to do with the guys themselves -- I'd have just as readily let Blake come in my pussy, and Derick's cum would have gotten spit out just the same if their chosen orifices had been reversed.

"Fuck, that was an awesome blowjob, Juni," Blake said happily.

He didn't say anything about me not swallowing, but of course his buddy Derick did.

"It's ok, man. We're at least sending her home filled up with one of our loads," he cackled as he made an obviously fake expression of sympathy that quickly morphed into a grin.

Trying to keep Blake from feeling bad, I said, "Sorry, you just surprised me," but it felt like a weak excuse. Derick's grin got even bigger, so I added. "Plus, it was way more cum than I'm used to."

That wasn't exactly true, but it caused Derick's grin to dim a bit.

Blake said, "I get that a lot," as he looked triumphantly at Derick.

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I was putting my jeans back on. Blake, lounging happily naked on the sofa, said, "Hey, thanks Juni, that was great. If you aren't doing anything tomorrow night..."

I felt a little tingle between my legs as I remembered the orgasm Blake had given me, and for a second I was tempted. Remembering the one-and-done plan that Connor and I had agreed on though, I gave him basically the same essentially-true story I'd given Todd about being after variety and so on.

He accepted it gratefully. Although, Derick mumbled something about it being my loss. Ignoring him, I smiled at Blake and thanked him for a fun night, and then I was out the door and headed back to Connor.

I couldn't wait to give my husband all the details about my first threesome. As I waited impatiently for the elevator, I thought about how much he had loved hearing about Todd when I returned to our hotel room last night. I hoped that he'd find hearing about Blake and Derick twice as exciting!

The Account

When Juni came through the door, she was glowing. I know that's a cliche, but it was the only word that came to mind. If this was a movie, the wife would look disheveled for her walk of shame, but Juni looked perfect -- as always. Her long black hair looked like she'd just brushed it, even though she hadn't brought a purse, and her jeans were for looks, not utility, so no brush there.

"Oh, Connor, I had such a good time!"

I grinned at her, loving how happy she looked.

Eyes wife, she exclaimed, "Did you know that I was going to get spit-roasted? Because two guys just spit-roasted your wife!"

That had been one scenario I had been imagining, and I felt a surge of emotions at hearing it had been reality, including happiness; a tinge of jealousy; and a lot of lust.

"Fun?"

She nodded happily. "So fun. Challenging. I kind of felt like a wire in an AC circuit, current flowing in and out, back and forth between them and through me. It was amazing!"

I suppressed a laugh; sometimes Juni's engineering degree shows through at the most unexpected times.

"How was Derick?" I asked, knowing how curious she'd been about his physical attributes. Ok, one physical attribute in particular."

"He was fine. Nothing special," she said, playing it maybe a bit too cool.

I said, "C'mon babe, you know--"

"--that honesty is the only way this works," she said, finishing my statement. With a wry grin, she continued. "I do know, but it's still not easy to tell your husband how much you just enjoyed another guy's big dick."

Now I did laugh. "There. Was that so hard?" I winced inwardly at my unintentional double-entendre, and hoped she would miss it. No such luck.

"So hard!" she exclaimed, making a very exaggerated wide-eyed expression. Turning serious, she said, "I love you, Connor, and I never want to make you feel insecure."

I shook my head. "Babe. This is about us having fun. And I know that variety is a big part of the fun for you. I hope you find guys that can give you that variety, and that includes finding guys with big cocks."

"Thanks, honey. I knew that, but it's good to hear you say it again," she said, sounding relieved.

"Ok, consider me sufficiently reassured about my place in your heart. Tell me all about your night." I looked at her expectantly.

After a brief recap of her time with Blake and Derick, with just enough detail to excite the both of us, she arched an eyebrow and asked, "And what did you do to pass the time until I came back?"

"Not wanking, if that's what you're asking," I answered with a chuckle. "Not that it wasn't tempting as I imagined you with two guys."

"You saved it all up for me?" she asked brightly.

"Oh, yes. Unless, that is, you're already full..."

She laughed, then pretend-frowned. "No. Only one of them came in my pussy."

Hearing her say "only one" sounded so slutty, I think I got even harder -- if that was even possible.

She'd been undressing as we talked, taking each item of clothing off slowly, as if teasing me. If you counted each shoe, she had only four items to remove, so it didn't take long before she was naked. I could see a small wet spot inside her discarded jeans, right at the crotch. I knew it had to be from cum leaking out of her, and I knew it wasn't my cum.

Juni lay back on the bed, her blue eyes glistening in invitation and anticipation. I had planned ahead, and was only wearing a hotel robe. It joined her clothes on the floor, as I quickly joined her on the bed.

For the second time in as many days, I enjoyed the sensation of sliding into her cum-filled pussy. It was a sensation that I remembered, and not just from yesterday -- I had been far from a monk before I'd met Juni. I remembered it feeling... let's go with interesting back then, but this felt absolutely amazing.

"Oh, god," she said, her voice husky as we began moving together. She rocker her hips up to meet me I thrust deep inside her. "I love how... intensely you fuck me after..."

Her words trailed off into a moan, and I finished her sentence for her. "After you let another man fuck you?"

It was more a statement than a question, but she answered it anyway, eyes closed and rapidly nodding as she gasped in time with my thrusts.

Then she opened her eyes and stared into mine. She pulled me down to her, kissed me hungrily, and we were done with words for a while.