ClintonB
05-24-2009, 08:06 AM
I was driving home from work on a warm summer Friday evening and gave my husband a call on his cell phone.
“Hi Alan, what are we doing for dinner?” I asked.
“Hey Petra, I’m at Bobby’s house, he’s barbequing and has made some really good cold pasta. Come over.”
“Sure, I’ll get changed first and drive over. See you soon hun.”
I hung up the phone and thought about Bobby. He was my husband’s best friend, but since he re-married three years ago, we had not really hung round with him. His ex-wife was a witch to put it politely and we both breathed a sigh of relief when she walked out on him. She claimed he was having an affair, but I knew that was probably her trying to hide her own affair. Bobby had expressed interest in me years ago and had made a couple of passes, but I do not get involved with married men.
I parked the car in our garage, went up to the bedroom and had a quick shower, keeping my hair dry. After toweling myself off, I washed, dried my face and brushed my dark shoulder length hair before putting on a little make-up. I am only 4’ 11” tall, but have a nice slim body. At 35 years old, I mulled again that I wished I could have kids, but the tests had come back a couple of years ago that Alan had a low sperm count, and it was unlikely that he could father children.
After pulling on a pair of sheer pink panties, I selected a light blue summer dress to wear. I did not bother with a bra, as my perky B cup breasts do not need any support. As I left the house, I slipped on a matching blue pair of sandals and drove over to Bobby’s house.
The front door was unlocked, so I walked straight in. Bobby is a good-looking man, and has a nice single story house with a secluded backyard. He lives there with his 20-year-old son, John from his first marriage. I found Alan and Bobby in the kitchen drinking red wine.
“Hi Petra, how are you doing? You are just in time for the food. Wine?”
“Ah, it’s been a tiring week. Yes red wine please.” I pecked them both on the lips, got myself a plate of food and we went out on the patio to eat.
We chatted, ate the food and drank a couple of glasses of wine. Rather than risk drinking and driving, Bobby said that the guest bedroom was made-up, so we could stay over. His son was over at a neighbor’s house playing video games.
The sun went down, but the temperature remained warm. I glanced over a couple of times at Bobby’s hot tub; the blue water looked so inviting. My legs and back were aching a little from work.
“You want to go in the hot tub Petra?” Bobby asked.
“I’d love to, but I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”
“Go in with your knickers on. None of the neighbors will see.” Alan suggested, “I am.” With that, they slipped off their T-shirts and shorts, switched on the jets and climbed in. I kicked off my sandals and slipped off my dress. I kept one arm over my chest to hide my breasts and sighed as the water jets massaged my back.
We drank and relaxed for about 45 minutes until I announced that I was getting out, my skin was itching too much from the bubbles. I grabbed a towel from a stack by the tub and walked in to the family room. Alan and Bobby followed me.
As I dried my legs, I noticed Bobby staring at my body. I guessed he had not had sex for a while and the sight of my wet, half-naked body was a nice piece of eye candy. I saw that my panties had become transparent and you could clearly see the outline of my shaved pussy lips.
Alan also noticed his stare and commented. “Petra’s tits are fantastic aren’t they Bobby?” He reached from behind me and cupped my right one and I straightened up with a squeal, dropping the towel.
“I’d like them a little bigger.” I said laughing. “Shall I get them enhanced?”
“They are fine as they are. I like them firm and perky.”
“You are such a cheapskate Alan. What do you think Bobby?” I asked.
“Well I would need to feel them to give a proper judgment.” With that, he moved forward, put his hands on my chest and gently squeezed my breasts. “They feel absolutely wonderful, such warm, supple skin. Oh your nipples are getting hard.”
“They stand out like pencil erasers if you tease them. Petra has amazing nipples. Watch how stiff and long they get.”
Alan put his lips over my right breast, sucking and flicking his tongue until my nipple was fully erect. Bobby murmured his appreciation, took my left nipple in his mouth and did the same.
Although I was slightly annoyed with the way Alan was taking liberties with my body, I groaned in pleasure. My breasts are so sensitive I can orgasm with the right stimulation. Having both of my tits sucked on simultaneously was sending little electric tingles down though my body.
Alan moved around the back of me and started to kiss my neck and ear lobes.
“Petra seems to like this Alan.” Bobby said smiling as he continued to kneed and caress my breasts with his fingers and lips. I could feel myself getting soaking wet between my legs.
“She’ll cum if you keep that up.” I felt Alan’s warm hand slide down my back and inside of my panties, gently stroking my cheeks. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling. As a familiar tingle built inside of me, I suddenly remembered Alan commenting a couple of weeks ago that he would like to watch another man fuck me.
I had never slept with another man since we were married, let alone been involved in a ménage à trios. Our married sex was good, but it was no longer fantastic. I thought to myself, “Be careful what you wish for Alan.”
It was at that moment I also made the decision that if the evening went the way I thought it was going I was not going to take any birth control precautions. I would try to get pregnant.
Alan’s hand slipped between my legs and circled the wet entrance to my vagina. My nails dug into Bobby’s back as I started to climax.
“Oh God, that feels so good, I can’t help it, I’m cumming, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh.”
My knees started to fold and Alan carried me over to the couch. He pulled off my panties and buried his face between my legs. Bobby continued to tease my nipples, lightly grazing them with his teeth. I reached down inside his boxers and freed his hard cock. He was thicker than Alan was and his balls were tight and large.
I felt Alan push two fingers inside of my soaking wet vagina and another stronger orgasm started to build deep inside of me. I turned my head to one side and started to suck on Bobby’s cock, letting my tongue caress the swollen purple tip. This time it was Bobby’s turn to groan as he face fucked me, the stiffness of his manhood almost lifting my head off the couch. Not having had sex for a while, he was close to cumming and I could taste his salty precum.
After a few minutes, Alan stood up. “I want a blow job.” He positioned me lying on my side so he could easily enter my mouth. I expected Bobby to continue licking me and was pleasantly surprised when he pushed one of my legs up against my chest. I felt the tip of his cock push into my vagina and gasped as he stretched me.
“Umm Petra, you’re so tight, so wet.”
He eventually buried that hot stiff rod deep inside of me and I started to feel an explosive orgasm build. I was stroking and sucking on Alan’s cock harder and harder and knew he was close to blowing his load too. He was intent on watching his friend’s glistening member sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy.
“Ohh this is too good Petra, I’m cumming.” Bobby creid.
The tip of Bobby’s cock started to swell and a huge amount of boiling hot cum poured inside of me.
I peaked too, arching my body and throwing my head back.
“Yeeeesss, yesssss, yesssss, yyyyeeeeesssss.”
As I shouted out it was too much for Alan. He blew his sticky load over my face and into my mouth. I prolonged his orgasm by sucking him hard, draining every drop of semen from him before swallowing.
We lay there on the couch, hearts racing. Bobby and Alan eventually went into the kitchen to get some drinks and disappeared into the game room. I lay naked on my back keeping my legs together to stop the cum leaking out.
I must have dozed off for a while and woke to a light touch on my hips. I opened my eyes and saw Bobby’s son sitting on the edge of the couch. I saw him quickly re-arrange his pajama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing a top.
“Where’s your dad?”
“He’s in the game room with Alan.”
“How long have you been there?” I asked not bothering to cover myself up.
“Err, about five minutes.”
I propped myself up on one elbow. He definitely had a hard on.
“Were you masturbating?”
He went red. “Errr, sorry, you looked so sexy lying there I couldn’t stop myself.”
“No girl friend?”
He shrugged. “Been studying too hard, girls don’t go for my type.”
I was still peeved with Alan, so I decided to do something that was totally out of character for me and become a slut for the rest of the night. I would see how many times I could get fucked.
I put my hand on his thigh and started rubbing it in a circular motion, gradually getting higher until my fingers made contact with the base of his penis. I started to stroke him though the cotton material of his pajama bottoms. His breathing started to become ragged.
“You can take off your clothes and finish masturbating if you want.”
He stood up and pulled off his bottoms. His cock sprang upright.
“You can masturbate or would you prefer to fuck me?” I leant back against the couch and spread my legs apart. With my fingers, I pulled apart my pussy lips to expose my wet hole.
He needed no second invitation and in three thrusts was fully inside of me. I pulled him down on me, grinding my body hard against his.
“Fuck me hard, that’s it, harder. Oh, I’m cumming aready, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh, jeeez.”
The excitement was too much for him and he came too, his face contorted with pleasure. I continued to flex my hips and squeeze my vagina. I wanted every drop of his jizz inside of me.
He apologized for such a quickie. I kissed him and said “I’m staying the night; let me know when you are ready again.” He blushed and hurried off to his bedroom.
I found my panties, slipped them on and went into the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, I leant against the countertop and stared out of the window. In the reflection, I saw Alan come in to get a couple of beers from the refrigerator. I turned to face him.
“Hey babe. You OK?” Alan asked.
“I’m horny.” I slipped my hand inside of his shorts and kissed him on the lips. “Fuck me here in the kitchen.”
“Not right now Petra, later.” He broke away from my embrace, so I followed him into the game room and sat in Bobby’s lap, one arm around his neck.
Bobby eyed my half-naked body. “Hi Petra, what have you been doing?”
“I just had a refreshing nap and I woke up horny. I’m looking for someone to fuck me.” I unzipped his fly and started to stroke his cock. It responded immediately.
“You poor thing, is there anything I can do to help?”
I kissed him hard on the mouth and pushed my tongue between his teeth. I stood up, walked into the middle of the room, spread my legs wide and rested my elbows on the leather-topped coffee table so that I faced Alan.
“Screw me here, doggy style.”
Bobby quickly pulled off his clothes and stood behind me. I felt his fingers pull my panties to one side and his cock search out the entrance to my pussy.
“You’re still full of cum, this will slip right in. Oh that feels real good.”
I sighed contentedly as his hips pushed against my bottom until he was fully inside me. My eyes met Alan’s as he stroked his cock.
“Fuck me like a cheap whore, ahh that’s it.” His hips slapped repeatedly against my butt.
“Rougher, squeeze my ass, ohh good, good.”
His hands grabbed my hips and he withdrew nearly all the way out before plunging all the way inside.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.” I cried out with every thrust. “Faster. God you are so stiff…I can feel your balls hitting me. It’s so good, so good.”
I reached between my legs and furiously rubbed my clit, groaning as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. For five minutes, we continued this incredible pace until Bobby cried out and his seed shot inside of me. He pulled out and sank to his knees as I slumped over the coffee table.
Alan quickly walked over, and still masturbating, ripped off my panties and pushed his dick into my cum filled pussy. He lay on top of me and started to pound noisily into me before grunting four or five times as his semen squirted out.
I was exhausted and finally excused myself to go and take a shower. I let the hot water cascade over my body for twenty minutes and soon I began to feel human again. I wrapped the towel around me and padded off to the game room. To my surprise the lights were off, they had gone to bed. I drank a glass of water and decided I would turn in for the night. I saw Alan had left the bedroom door open so I dropped the towel on the floor and slipped under the covers. It was at that moment I realized I had entered John’s room by mistake.
“Let’s see if you have recovered.” I whispered and ducked under the covers. It only took three minutes before he was as stiff as a board. I lay back on the bed, kissed him and told him that he should take his time and do everything I said. We made love very slowly, deliberately spending a long time on foreplay. When he finally entered me, I came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle my noise. I came twice more driven by the friction of his chest on my nipples and the final release of his seed.
We had sex three more times that night, and just before dawn, I left John’s bed and joined Alan in the guest room.
Funnily enough, I did not become pregnant from that night, but actually two months later from Alan. Bobby has since remarried, so he is off limits again, there again, he has a terrible luck with marriage so it may be just a matter of time!
“Hi Alan, what are we doing for dinner?” I asked.
“Hey Petra, I’m at Bobby’s house, he’s barbequing and has made some really good cold pasta. Come over.”
“Sure, I’ll get changed first and drive over. See you soon hun.”
I hung up the phone and thought about Bobby. He was my husband’s best friend, but since he re-married three years ago, we had not really hung round with him. His ex-wife was a witch to put it politely and we both breathed a sigh of relief when she walked out on him. She claimed he was having an affair, but I knew that was probably her trying to hide her own affair. Bobby had expressed interest in me years ago and had made a couple of passes, but I do not get involved with married men.
I parked the car in our garage, went up to the bedroom and had a quick shower, keeping my hair dry. After toweling myself off, I washed, dried my face and brushed my dark shoulder length hair before putting on a little make-up. I am only 4’ 11” tall, but have a nice slim body. At 35 years old, I mulled again that I wished I could have kids, but the tests had come back a couple of years ago that Alan had a low sperm count, and it was unlikely that he could father children.
After pulling on a pair of sheer pink panties, I selected a light blue summer dress to wear. I did not bother with a bra, as my perky B cup breasts do not need any support. As I left the house, I slipped on a matching blue pair of sandals and drove over to Bobby’s house.
The front door was unlocked, so I walked straight in. Bobby is a good-looking man, and has a nice single story house with a secluded backyard. He lives there with his 20-year-old son, John from his first marriage. I found Alan and Bobby in the kitchen drinking red wine.
“Hi Petra, how are you doing? You are just in time for the food. Wine?”
“Ah, it’s been a tiring week. Yes red wine please.” I pecked them both on the lips, got myself a plate of food and we went out on the patio to eat.
We chatted, ate the food and drank a couple of glasses of wine. Rather than risk drinking and driving, Bobby said that the guest bedroom was made-up, so we could stay over. His son was over at a neighbor’s house playing video games.
The sun went down, but the temperature remained warm. I glanced over a couple of times at Bobby’s hot tub; the blue water looked so inviting. My legs and back were aching a little from work.
“You want to go in the hot tub Petra?” Bobby asked.
“I’d love to, but I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”
“Go in with your knickers on. None of the neighbors will see.” Alan suggested, “I am.” With that, they slipped off their T-shirts and shorts, switched on the jets and climbed in. I kicked off my sandals and slipped off my dress. I kept one arm over my chest to hide my breasts and sighed as the water jets massaged my back.
We drank and relaxed for about 45 minutes until I announced that I was getting out, my skin was itching too much from the bubbles. I grabbed a towel from a stack by the tub and walked in to the family room. Alan and Bobby followed me.
As I dried my legs, I noticed Bobby staring at my body. I guessed he had not had sex for a while and the sight of my wet, half-naked body was a nice piece of eye candy. I saw that my panties had become transparent and you could clearly see the outline of my shaved pussy lips.
Alan also noticed his stare and commented. “Petra’s tits are fantastic aren’t they Bobby?” He reached from behind me and cupped my right one and I straightened up with a squeal, dropping the towel.
“I’d like them a little bigger.” I said laughing. “Shall I get them enhanced?”
“They are fine as they are. I like them firm and perky.”
“You are such a cheapskate Alan. What do you think Bobby?” I asked.
“Well I would need to feel them to give a proper judgment.” With that, he moved forward, put his hands on my chest and gently squeezed my breasts. “They feel absolutely wonderful, such warm, supple skin. Oh your nipples are getting hard.”
“They stand out like pencil erasers if you tease them. Petra has amazing nipples. Watch how stiff and long they get.”
Alan put his lips over my right breast, sucking and flicking his tongue until my nipple was fully erect. Bobby murmured his appreciation, took my left nipple in his mouth and did the same.
Although I was slightly annoyed with the way Alan was taking liberties with my body, I groaned in pleasure. My breasts are so sensitive I can orgasm with the right stimulation. Having both of my tits sucked on simultaneously was sending little electric tingles down though my body.
Alan moved around the back of me and started to kiss my neck and ear lobes.
“Petra seems to like this Alan.” Bobby said smiling as he continued to kneed and caress my breasts with his fingers and lips. I could feel myself getting soaking wet between my legs.
“She’ll cum if you keep that up.” I felt Alan’s warm hand slide down my back and inside of my panties, gently stroking my cheeks. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling. As a familiar tingle built inside of me, I suddenly remembered Alan commenting a couple of weeks ago that he would like to watch another man fuck me.
I had never slept with another man since we were married, let alone been involved in a ménage à trios. Our married sex was good, but it was no longer fantastic. I thought to myself, “Be careful what you wish for Alan.”
It was at that moment I also made the decision that if the evening went the way I thought it was going I was not going to take any birth control precautions. I would try to get pregnant.
Alan’s hand slipped between my legs and circled the wet entrance to my vagina. My nails dug into Bobby’s back as I started to climax.
“Oh God, that feels so good, I can’t help it, I’m cumming, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh.”
My knees started to fold and Alan carried me over to the couch. He pulled off my panties and buried his face between my legs. Bobby continued to tease my nipples, lightly grazing them with his teeth. I reached down inside his boxers and freed his hard cock. He was thicker than Alan was and his balls were tight and large.
I felt Alan push two fingers inside of my soaking wet vagina and another stronger orgasm started to build deep inside of me. I turned my head to one side and started to suck on Bobby’s cock, letting my tongue caress the swollen purple tip. This time it was Bobby’s turn to groan as he face fucked me, the stiffness of his manhood almost lifting my head off the couch. Not having had sex for a while, he was close to cumming and I could taste his salty precum.
After a few minutes, Alan stood up. “I want a blow job.” He positioned me lying on my side so he could easily enter my mouth. I expected Bobby to continue licking me and was pleasantly surprised when he pushed one of my legs up against my chest. I felt the tip of his cock push into my vagina and gasped as he stretched me.
“Umm Petra, you’re so tight, so wet.”
He eventually buried that hot stiff rod deep inside of me and I started to feel an explosive orgasm build. I was stroking and sucking on Alan’s cock harder and harder and knew he was close to blowing his load too. He was intent on watching his friend’s glistening member sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy.
“Ohh this is too good Petra, I’m cumming.” Bobby creid.
The tip of Bobby’s cock started to swell and a huge amount of boiling hot cum poured inside of me.
I peaked too, arching my body and throwing my head back.
“Yeeeesss, yesssss, yesssss, yyyyeeeeesssss.”
As I shouted out it was too much for Alan. He blew his sticky load over my face and into my mouth. I prolonged his orgasm by sucking him hard, draining every drop of semen from him before swallowing.
We lay there on the couch, hearts racing. Bobby and Alan eventually went into the kitchen to get some drinks and disappeared into the game room. I lay naked on my back keeping my legs together to stop the cum leaking out.
I must have dozed off for a while and woke to a light touch on my hips. I opened my eyes and saw Bobby’s son sitting on the edge of the couch. I saw him quickly re-arrange his pajama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing a top.
“Where’s your dad?”
“He’s in the game room with Alan.”
“How long have you been there?” I asked not bothering to cover myself up.
“Err, about five minutes.”
I propped myself up on one elbow. He definitely had a hard on.
“Were you masturbating?”
He went red. “Errr, sorry, you looked so sexy lying there I couldn’t stop myself.”
“No girl friend?”
He shrugged. “Been studying too hard, girls don’t go for my type.”
I was still peeved with Alan, so I decided to do something that was totally out of character for me and become a slut for the rest of the night. I would see how many times I could get fucked.
I put my hand on his thigh and started rubbing it in a circular motion, gradually getting higher until my fingers made contact with the base of his penis. I started to stroke him though the cotton material of his pajama bottoms. His breathing started to become ragged.
“You can take off your clothes and finish masturbating if you want.”
He stood up and pulled off his bottoms. His cock sprang upright.
“You can masturbate or would you prefer to fuck me?” I leant back against the couch and spread my legs apart. With my fingers, I pulled apart my pussy lips to expose my wet hole.
He needed no second invitation and in three thrusts was fully inside of me. I pulled him down on me, grinding my body hard against his.
“Fuck me hard, that’s it, harder. Oh, I’m cumming aready, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh, jeeez.”
The excitement was too much for him and he came too, his face contorted with pleasure. I continued to flex my hips and squeeze my vagina. I wanted every drop of his jizz inside of me.
He apologized for such a quickie. I kissed him and said “I’m staying the night; let me know when you are ready again.” He blushed and hurried off to his bedroom.
I found my panties, slipped them on and went into the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, I leant against the countertop and stared out of the window. In the reflection, I saw Alan come in to get a couple of beers from the refrigerator. I turned to face him.
“Hey babe. You OK?” Alan asked.
“I’m horny.” I slipped my hand inside of his shorts and kissed him on the lips. “Fuck me here in the kitchen.”
“Not right now Petra, later.” He broke away from my embrace, so I followed him into the game room and sat in Bobby’s lap, one arm around his neck.
Bobby eyed my half-naked body. “Hi Petra, what have you been doing?”
“I just had a refreshing nap and I woke up horny. I’m looking for someone to fuck me.” I unzipped his fly and started to stroke his cock. It responded immediately.
“You poor thing, is there anything I can do to help?”
I kissed him hard on the mouth and pushed my tongue between his teeth. I stood up, walked into the middle of the room, spread my legs wide and rested my elbows on the leather-topped coffee table so that I faced Alan.
“Screw me here, doggy style.”
Bobby quickly pulled off his clothes and stood behind me. I felt his fingers pull my panties to one side and his cock search out the entrance to my pussy.
“You’re still full of cum, this will slip right in. Oh that feels real good.”
I sighed contentedly as his hips pushed against my bottom until he was fully inside me. My eyes met Alan’s as he stroked his cock.
“Fuck me like a cheap whore, ahh that’s it.” His hips slapped repeatedly against my butt.
“Rougher, squeeze my ass, ohh good, good.”
His hands grabbed my hips and he withdrew nearly all the way out before plunging all the way inside.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.” I cried out with every thrust. “Faster. God you are so stiff…I can feel your balls hitting me. It’s so good, so good.”
I reached between my legs and furiously rubbed my clit, groaning as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. For five minutes, we continued this incredible pace until Bobby cried out and his seed shot inside of me. He pulled out and sank to his knees as I slumped over the coffee table.
Alan quickly walked over, and still masturbating, ripped off my panties and pushed his dick into my cum filled pussy. He lay on top of me and started to pound noisily into me before grunting four or five times as his semen squirted out.
I was exhausted and finally excused myself to go and take a shower. I let the hot water cascade over my body for twenty minutes and soon I began to feel human again. I wrapped the towel around me and padded off to the game room. To my surprise the lights were off, they had gone to bed. I drank a glass of water and decided I would turn in for the night. I saw Alan had left the bedroom door open so I dropped the towel on the floor and slipped under the covers. It was at that moment I realized I had entered John’s room by mistake.
“Let’s see if you have recovered.” I whispered and ducked under the covers. It only took three minutes before he was as stiff as a board. I lay back on the bed, kissed him and told him that he should take his time and do everything I said. We made love very slowly, deliberately spending a long time on foreplay. When he finally entered me, I came hard, biting his shoulder to muffle my noise. I came twice more driven by the friction of his chest on my nipples and the final release of his seed.
We had sex three more times that night, and just before dawn, I left John’s bed and joined Alan in the guest room.
Funnily enough, I did not become pregnant from that night, but actually two months later from Alan. Bobby has since remarried, so he is off limits again, there again, he has a terrible luck with marriage so it may be just a matter of time!