seducing stephen – chapter 8 – extreme measures

It should not be surprising; things were feeling quite different in my house now. After allowing my husband and teenage lover to simultaneously share my bed, and my charms, the dynamics of my small, comfortable family had changed considerably.

A few weeks ago, I was living the dream. During the day, I regularly enjoyed myself by my neighbour and sixteen-year-old resident, remarkably handsome and manly.

And at night, my husband was captivated. He was fascinated by my sordid story of sexual adventure; as he clung to every word, and every description, in a state of constant excitement and anticipation.

I was a sovereign. I was the queen. I controlled the action by controlling the overloaded libidos of my teenage lover and my voyeuristic husband. They adored me as their “sex goddess.” They sneaked on to me. And, they worked hard to be worthy of my attention, and the rewards it brought.

I felt attractive, sexy and desirable. But most of all, I felt powerful.

And “powerful” was not something I had often felt in my marriage to Jim. Typically, he was in charge. And in general, I submitted to his desires and wishes.

Don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoyed the pleasures I received from my role as his submissive “hot wife.” Being submissive to my husband was at the heart of who I was, and who I am. And, submitting to Jim’s instructions triggered a center of pleasure deep inside me that I really enjoyed.

However, for a few weeks, my life was different. I was temporarily in charge. I had my teen “sex toy” to tease, educate and reward. And, these awards were bestowed at my discretion. Stephen adored me, and he was very motivated to please me. And, I relished his adoration.

In the evening, in my marital bed, Jim practically begged me to “tell him more,” to describe in detail what Stephen and I had done that afternoon; and how he felt.

I don’t think I brag about saying that I have a unique ability to make the images real for my husband, along with my words and descriptions.

I could bring Jim to the brink of orgasm simply by describing the stiffness of Stephen’s erection; or the sounds I made that I reached the climax that Stephen fingered me; or, if I described how I was beating, grabbing it leaves like Stephen sucked on my sensitive ‘little nubbins’.

Hell, something as simple as me describing the unique smell of Stephen’s sperm could lead my husband to the very brink of orgasm.

Yes, I loved how Jim’s eyes would simply frost more lust, as I described the distinct, slightly salty taste of Stephen’s sperm as he ejaculated in my mouth.

I enjoyed the temporary domination I had over my two men. But alas, nothing lasts forever. Things were slightly different now. Ironically, my “household has three” with my husband and Stephen served to erode the basis of my power.

One night, Jim and I were cuddling in post-coital happiness when he asked, “So how do you feel about things these days?”

My head was resting on Jim’s chest. My fingers were playing with her nipple and her chest hair. “I’m doing fine… I miss being the “queen of bees” around here, but I’m fine.

“Queen bee? What you mean?

“C’mon Jim, you know that for most of our marriage, you were called every hit, at least sexually. You tell me what to wear, what to do, who to fuck… you expose me to whomever you want… and, you get to evaluate their reaction to your wife’s naughty behavior, and, you get to look at my reaction to their response… but you’re in control,”

I sighed, before admitting, “Oh, sometimes I pretend to resist … from time to time I set up a little argument, before giving in, but then I do what you want me to do. You’ve always had control… you know it’s true.

I kissed Jim’s chest briefly, dragging my tongue over his nipple, as I formulated what I meant. “Don’t get me wrong, I like being your naughty submissive bitch. In fact, I like it very much. That’s who I am, deep down… I’m your submissive little slut… I know. I accept that. And, it’s a lot of fun, and very rewarding sometimes … But when Stephen first moved in, it was different… for once, I was in control.

“How do you think that?” Jim asked, clearly, not to understand what I was saying.

“Well, Stephen doted on me every minute of every hour. But he knew you could never know it, or his little game of “playing at home with Cindy” would be over. And, this fear of getting “caught” kept it online. I could pretty much get my little “boy toy” to do what I wanted, when I wanted, as long as I bound it to keep our little secret, secret…”

I paused for a second before continuing: “And you understood that this wonderful voyeuristic adventure you were enjoying could stop if Stephen found out that you and I were accomplices. You knew that if Stephen found out that not only did you know that Stephen was “slipping the sausage” to your wife, but that you actually enjoyed watching Stephen fuck me while you were hiding in the closet, he might well “spook” Stephen. You understood that Stephen might object to doing sexual acts with me for your voyeuristic viewing pleasure. That kind of kept you online, too.

“I see what you’re proposing,” said Jim.

“Yes, whatever control I had because you and Stephen believed that each of you needed to keep the other ‘in the dark’, so to speak. And now, unfortunately, none of you have any reason to maintain this “veil of secrecy” from one another.

“But nothing has really changed from your point of view, just from our point of view,” Jim said.

“That’s not true. Suddenly, instead of acting individually, stealthy, you two are free to work in concert. And this new “alliance” between the two of you means that power has changed. I have the impression that you are conspiring against me. The two of you decide. I don’t mind, but it’s a different dynamic.

“Conspirer against you? I think you’re a little paranoid.

“Not really. Think. Rather than pretending to conspire with Stephen to hide our affair, and you and I are actually conspiring to hide your voyeuristic involvement in this Stephen adventure, you two are suddenly “comrades-in-arms”. It is as if you are now brothers and brothers with a common cause. I mean, I really like being the target of your conspiracy efforts and Stephen, but I really enjoyed my brief moment of being in control. It was far too ‘short-lived’. I feel a bit like Cinderella when the clock rings midnight. My evening of being the “beautiful of the ball” ended.

Jim smiled and said, “But remember, things ended up turning pretty well for Cinderella, didn’t they?”

“Point valid… valid point, ” I agreed.

I fell asleep, knowing that all my physical needs were more than satisfied; but I was still a little sad that my control time, and maybe even manipulation, my two lovers for my emotional and sexual pleasure was over … I fell asleep with the realization that I was now the manipulated puppet; and I was no longer the puppet master pulling the strings and making my “boy toys” dance for my own amusement.

Here we go. During the two weeks, after my first “three household” with Jim and Stephen, there was a lot of awkward, but sexually rewarding, moments around the house. I have been groped and undressed, fingered and fucked several times, in various places, in various combinations, sometimes at very inappropriate times.

Stephen and Jim seemed to feed on each other. I had become a sex toy of sorts. And, there seemed to be tacit competition between these two “arrested teenagers” to see who could “get out” of each other.

Sometimes I was groping and fondled by one while the other sat back and looked. Other times, they ‘tag team me’, working in tandem as they stripped me naked, fingered me and finally took turns fucking me.

It seemed that my was constantly slightly sore from overuse, and constantly leaking someone’s sperm into the gusset of my panties; when I was allowed to wear panties, it was.

I found their attention, and the desire to manipulate me in increasingly “interesting” situations, very flattering, it was also very tiring. Their insatiable libidos wore out this 38-year-old MILF and her tight little pussy. And their desire to find new ways to challenge my limits worried and nervous. I never knew what crazy idea was lurking around the corner.

However, I liked it very much. I was their consenting sex slave, and I relished this role.

It was Sunday morning. I had drifted out of sleep following an early morning rauque sexual outburst where Jim and Stephen had in turn fucked me.

Although I usually sent Stephen back to his own bed after our late night ‘fuck fests’, Sunday morning was more relaxed, and I enjoyed the nap between my two lovers: my husband of nearly 20 years and my teenage lover.

I woke up, a little confused. I looked at the clock on my dresser. We had snoozed for almost two hours. It was almost eleven o’clock.

I smiled as I remembered making love to each of them a few hours earlier. I stretched the ison and said “hello to little Cindy”. She was wet and happy. ‘Little Cindy’ (my vagina) was still overflowing full of the excellent sperm cocktail this morning. I was postponing getting up and washing the leftovers this morning. I confess that I liked having the sperm of my men in me. It’s psychologically satisfying for me in a way you can’t understand.

Both men seemed to wake up like this. Jim gently took my arm and rolled me on my belly. “Stephen, let’s give Cindy a massage.” Jim suggested to his ‘partner in crime’.

Stephen spilled over next to me and started massaging my shoulders. Jim focused on the bottom half of my body, waist down. As Jim rubbed my legs, and lower back, his fingers explored my wet, gooey vagina that leaked momentarily. He seemed surprised to find the volume of worn sperm still remaining inside me.

“Baby, you’re already wet, ” he remarked.

“No, this is the sperm pool you left in me this morning. Right now, there are millions of “spermies” swimming around frantically looking for something to fertilize. I hope they won’t find anything. But they’re swimming inside your wife. She’s been a very bad little girl lately.

Looking over my shoulder, I could see Jim’s penis start to stir and stiffen as I spoke. I have known for years that the very thought of another man’s sperm inside his wife stimulated and aroused him; as he did to me. So I used this knowledge to awaken my loving husband.

Stephen, on the other hand, did not need encouragement to wake up. He awoke with a regularly; but waking up beside me, in my marital bed now, only adds to the stiffness of his erection.

I loved that my men got erection; it makes me feel sexy, desirable and, in one case, powerful.

I was happy and happy. Jim ran his fingers between my legs, massaged my clitoris, inserted a finger or two inside me briefly, then returned to my and legs. I was getting excited again. Stephen looked around and mug my breasts under me. I felt several times the erections of the two men bump against my bare skin. It was a wonderful way to wake up from a Sunday morning nap.

Jim reached into our night stand and retrieved a tube of k-y jelly, and placed some of his fingers and started applying the lubricant to my back. I immediately stretched out. “What are you doing?” I asked with a slight panic in my voice.

“Baby, I want you to try to take us both together.” Jim said as he gently began to probe my now tense and sensitive sphincter. I was too scared to enjoy the gentle exploration of probing that was happening to my back. I’ve been tense.

“Jim, if you suggest what I think you’re suggesting, you know I can’t do it. I can’t welcome you there. I wish I could; I really do. But it won’t work. I’m too small, too tight. It will hurt too much.

I really wish I could take my two lovers together.

“Baby, we’ll go slowly. I just want you to try.

“Jim, it’s not going to work. I’m too small, too tight there. You’re both too big. I was trying to impose a certain reality on the physical geometry of my husband’s application. As a compromise, I suggested, Baby, if you both want inside me together, I’ll suck one of you and take the other in my. That’s what I can do. Which I would be happy to do for you; for both of you.

“Cindy, we’ll be very sweet. We won’t go any faster and further than you’re comfortable with. I just want you to try to take us together. I want you both to have them inside each other together. Jim pleaded.

“Jim, it’s not going to work. I’m too small, too tense, too scared. You’d have to get me drunk a lot before I could even make an attempt at that.

Jim surprised me and stopped probing my, and seemed to consider what I was saying. “I think you’re right. If we ever want to do that, we want it to be fair. You’re too tense, too scared right now. We’ll wait.

Of all the things Jim could have done or said at that time, deciding to stop and wait was the last absolute thing I expected. I looked at the two men perplexed; waiting to see what would follow. With my two men erect and ready to go, I was shocked by Jim’s next statement as well.

“Stephen, let’s get Cindy out for Sunday lunch at the club. They serve brunch until three o’clock on Sundays. Jim said he got up from the bed; his erection waving proudly in front of him.

I didn’t want our interlude to end now. I just wanted to stop the thoughts that one of them might take me anally.

“I don’t think you two are in any form to go out in public with these boners. I’d be happy to take care of those for you. I can’t take any of you behind my back.

I felt guilty that my refusal to offer double penetration left my men dissatisfied this morning. I really didn’t want any of them to have to take care of their erections manually, or for them to be frustrated.

In fact, I was very proud to think that none of these men would ever be frustrated while living under my roof; I was planning to see to that for the next few months, as long as Stephen was with us. Honestly, it was a matter of personal pride for me that neither man would ever have to look elsewhere for satisfaction. I wanted to be the ‘all the woman’ they needed.

But Jim was making a request that I was simply “unequipped” to fill; and I felt ‘insufficient’… and I have but not the feeling.

However, Jim was on call. “No baby, we’ll spend today putting you in the mood. You don’t need to worry about us now. We will spend the afternoon relaxing and ready for both if we. Let’s go and go to brunch.

First of all, if relaxing was his intention, my husband missed the mark. I was nervous, a little scared, frustrated, and now I felt guilty. I looked at Stephen who was still next to me on the bed, and quite erect. He still slowly rubs my shoulders as he watchs these events unfold.

Stephen got up slowly, and contented himself with saying, “Okay, brunch, it is. You’re the boss. His penis was still stretched to the ceiling, and bobbed up and down in the most erotic way imaginable as he rose. He was obviously disappointed. I knew that he would have chosen to have me given “his release” either vaginally or orally; but he was going to honor Jim’s instructions for now.

Jim said, “Cindy, get yourself cleaned up and get ready for brunch. Wear this green halter sun dress that I love; but don’t wear panties. I want you naked and accessible under the dress.

I felt my face reddened at the thought of going to the country club ‘commando’, ‘without underwear’.

It was a new twist. There would be friends and neighbors there. And while the halter dress that Jim had asked me to wear went down in front of my knees, it was silky and sticky. This particular dress did not have a built-in bra, so my erect nipples would be clearly visible.

And, I knew that the movement of my bare under the silky material of the skirt would attract the attention of all the men I met. I was going to be exposed just before I got badly dressed at the club. These thoughts embarrassed and excited me.

Being the obedient little “sex slave” I was, I showered, and took a shower and washed the worn sperm from my vagina. Normally I would be a little sad to remove the last traces of sperm from my lovers from inside me, but for now I was concerned about the day I was facing.

I dried, put on my hair and put on my makeup, as I was getting ready for my date with my two lovers. As Jim had requested, I put on the halter dress and felt very exposed as the silk material of the skirt caressed my bare skin. I put on pumps with three-inch heels to give me a little more height.

I inspected myself in the mirror. The dress was flattering, no doubt about it. The slim silky material accentuated my nipples well. It was obvious to anyone watching me that I was without a bra. The three-inch heels made me stand in a way that pushed my tight little though. Yes, I looked good. I felt more exposed than I probably was.

It was almost an hour when Jim and Stephen drove me to the car. As Jim held at the door of the front passenger opened for me, he said, I want your bare on the seat on the drive over at the club.

These instructions send a boost of excitement directly to my kidneys. I lifted up the back of my skirt and sat my bare stockings on Jim’s cold leather large Lexus sedan as Stephen climbed into the seat directly behind me.

The leather on my bare kept me very aware of my exposure level. And the instructions Jim gave me were directly from my submissive nature. I was excited without any of my men touching me.

In the parking lot of the club, Jim opened the car door to me while Stephen stood behind him. Show us your before you go out, he instructed. I looked around and didn’t see anyone else in the immediate vicinity of our car, and lifted my hem to show my now wet vagina. I was wondering if my lubrication would leave a mark or a puddle on Jim’s leather seats. I slowly got out of the car, then freed me skirt, allowing her to fall back and cover my nudity. I was very excited.

I headed to our table as I felt my erect nipples rubbing against the thin material of my dress. I was very aware of my naked being caressed by my skirt. I could feel my face full of embarrassment and excitement, but I couldn’t look around the room to see what, if any, the attention I had attracted. I better not know who was looking at me.

We were sitting and Jim ordered two Bloody Mary’s for us, and juice for Stephen. Jim would allow Stephen to drink with us at home; however, he realized that at the age of seventeen, Stephen could not order alcohol in public. I had two Bloody Mary’s before Jim passed me to the mimosas. .

I’m not a stupid woman. I realized that Jim was trying to get me drunk today to relax enough to try my first double penetration.  I was awakened and submissive enough that I knew I was going to try to fulfill his desire; however, I had little hope of success. But I knew I needed to have a lot of alcohol help and I would need to be very, very excited if there was a chance at all.

I was anxious and nervous, not hungry. I had a bowl of melon slices and toast. Jim and Stephen both ordered a more substantial brunch. By the time we left, after almost an hour and a half, I had consumed two Bloody Mary and two mimosa and had a nice “buzz” going, but was not drunk. However, I doubt That I would have taken a breathalyzer test.

Opening the car door, Jim said simply, “Ass on the leather.” I knew what he meant. I lifted my skirt to place my bare on the fresh leather as indicated. I didn’t even look around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching my little show.

My head was absolutely turning alcohol, and the excitement of my submission to my husband.

Once at home, Jim asked me to take off my dress, which I did.

I was standing there in my living room, carrying only my pumps.

Jim took me in his arms and kissed me deeply as he ran his fingers between my legs, opening my lips and testing my humidity. His fingers on my erect clitoris made me moan and shiver. He turned me to Stephen and asked me to give him a kiss as well. Standing there naked in front of my young lover, as my husband offered me to him, felt very erotic.

Stephen responded as I hoped; he kissed me deeply and I could feel his penis beating against my bare belly. It was obviously for all the activities Jim had in mind this afternoon.

Jim picked up a large bottle of tequila and two lemons, three glasses, a knife and a salt shaker, and headed into the den. He then lit a fire in the chimney. Stephen and I watched the preparations with great interest. Jim then brought a large thick duvet from the bedroom, with four pillows and spread them out in front of the fireplace.

He placed a large tube of K-Y jelly on the coffee table. The sight of the K-Y jelly immediately brought me back to the reality of what Jim intended to attempt today, and despite my slightly drunken state and excitement, that thought still frightened me.

I was a real emotional mess right now. In my slightly intoxicated state, my judgment was a little more obscure than it would normally be. The idea of bringing the two men together seduced me emotionally and aesthetically; but I really didn’t think I could welcome any of these well-endowed men behind my back. And my fear made me tense and made me interfere with being able to relax and enjoy the moment; but being here, naked with my two men was surreal and exciting. My mind was running in many directions.

Jim put some relaxation music on the stereo. I cracked towards the heat of the chimney.

“Ok, let’s play a bit of a drinking game for her to help Cindy relax a little. The rules are that when it’s your turn, you take a shot of tequila, and then you tell the rest of us a fantasy, or the secret desire you have, or you tell us about something sexual you’ve done. I’ll go first.

Jim cut the lemon. He poured the three glasses full of tequila. Jim then took the slice of lemon in his left hand, licked the area where his thumb and forefinger meet to moisten, and salty. He licked the salt from his hand, lowered the shot into a sip, and sucked the lemon.

“Stephen, he’s licking, swallowing and then sucking with tequila. That is, lick the salt, swallow the tequila and then suck the lemon,” Jim demonstrated.

“Okay, my secret fantasy is that I’d like to see Cindy dance topless once again,” Jim said, revealing part of my past with a smile.

“Again?” he asked. Stephen asked. “You were a topless dancer once?” The plot in Stephen’s voice was obvious. I could not say whether this information excited or disappointed him. I remembered the song ‘My Angel is a Centerfold’.

Jim asked Stephen’s question before I could. “Yes, sweet Cindy has been on the stage before. She was very, very good. The crowd loved him. I think we can get him to tell you all that one day.

“Jim!  Shut up! I chastised.  I could feel blush as Jim revealed my experience in a topless dance competition when I was in college. (You can read all the real details of this experience in my story ‘Exposing Cindy – Spring Break’)

I was ready to leave the subject of my “topless dance experience” as quickly as possible, so I proceeded to get my shot down. I felt my throat burn and my head turn slightly from the rapid infusion of alcohol into my system. Then I thought about what I wanted to reveal. “Okay, I admit it woke me up that you made me feel like I went to the ‘commando’ of the club today. I felt very naughty. And, I was wondering if one of our neighbors, or the waiter, could say I was naked under my dress. I guess I’m a bad little girl, right?

Stephen smiled widely. He obviously appreciated this revelation about how I was inspired to be exposed.

Now it was Stephen’s turn. Stephen was priceless as his face contorted when he hit down his first shot of tequila. His eyes watered and he coughed as the mighty liquid burned his way down his throat. He tried to hide the discomfort he caused; but he couldn’t. Jim and I couldn’t suppress our laughter from Stephen’s reaction.

“Oh Stephen, you’re adorable. I love you. I let slip with a laugh.

Trying to control his cough, Stephen’s voice cracked as he spoke, “Well all of a sudden, I have a new fantasy of seeing Cindy dance topless. I’ve never been to a topless bar, but now I want to go see Cindy dance.

“Jim, I’m going to strangle you for telling Stephen. Stephen, that was a long time ago, when I was in college. But, Stephen, if I ever had to do it again, I’d like you to have you in the audience to cheer me on.

“Then you were about my age?” Stephen wasn’t going to give up.

“Maybe a year or two more than you are right now, but yes, about your age.” I had been supported in a corner and forced to justify my behaviour when I was 19 years old to this teenager, whom I was fucking. This situation was simply senseless.

“It’s so friggin’ hot.” Stephen appreciated the thought of me on the stage in front of a room full of men.

Jim poured another round of shots and we started the second round. I was already feeling a warm buzz that would cloud my judgment. He took the first shot of “second round” effortlessly. “I like the idea of Stephen and I taking you together this afternoon. It’s my fantasy.

“It’s pretty lame Jim. We all already know that this is your fantasy. I think it is cheating. But I gave up. I wanted to make a buzz. I wanted to eliminate any inhibition and fear that clung to my psyche.

I salted my hand, licked the salt, took my chance, and sucked my slice of lemon. The tequila seemed to go to my head immediately. I was getting drunk and it was not yet four o’clock.

“Okay, I can’t believe I’m going to admit it, mthe idea of having you two inside me, one at the front, the other at the back, is starting to grow on me. I still don’t think I can actually do it, but I think I want to try.

Stephen then took his second shot of tequila. He handled this one a little better, with a minimal cough.

“Jim pays me one more shot. And Stephen, tell me what you want to do to me today. I felt bolder now that I had added two shots of tequila to the Bloody Mary and brunch mimosas.

I waited for Stephen to entertain me with his description of what he intended to do to me. Tequila worked its magic that my head was turning noticeably. I could feel the liquid courage to build in my veins.

I guess I’ll try to have sex with you while Jim is in your vagina. Stephen was testing the waters, so to speak, how graphic he should be with his description.

“Then you who want to take my back, huh? Do you think you can be trusted there? You will have to stand firm and let me control the action. I must have been drunk now. I could feel the hot lust sweeping all my body helped by alcohol.

Jim watched and appreciated the exchange between Stephen and me. He’s been silent for the time being.

“Yes ma’am. I know I have to let you get back on me instead of pushing me into you. I have to let you control the penetration like Stacey did.

Jim quickly drew attention to this latest statement. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me you fucked Stacey? In the? How did you handle this? Jim was obviously caught off guard by this revelation.

I realized I hadn’t shared this information with my husband, so I jumped in. “Yes, Stephen and Stacey had some ‘quality time’ when she was here a few weeks ago. I knew about it.

“Well, grandson of a gun. You nailed Stacey sexy. I’ve dreamed of doing this for years, and she never looked my way. And you nailed him up his? You should give me lessons rather than the other way around. Hell, son, you’re now elevated to hero status. You’re now a fucking legend.

Jim took it well. I was very happy that he wasn’t angry that I hadn’t shared this with him before. And now I felt a little crush that I saw Jim and Stephen both “light up” as Jim gushed out on Stephen’s “nailing Stacey”.

These two men belonged to me, and they didn’t need to be drooling over themselves about this gorgeous Stacey.  They were supposed to come at me!

“Okay, I’m bored with this discussion about Stacey.” Honestly, I admitted. “If you both want to compare notes and fantasies about him, I’ll let you ‘snatch each other’ with Stacey’s stories.” I knew I looked jealous; but I couldn’t help him.

Jim realized where it was going and changed direction. “No, Stacey is not a part of that. We’re here to please the sexiest, most beautiful woman on the planet, Cindy. Stephen tell Cindy what you want to do to her today.

Stephen also realized that he needed to get my mind off Stacey and back on the concept of me being the “cream filling in an Oreo sexual cookie this afternoon.” Cindy, you’re going to ride jim as I come behind you, and slowly get into you. I’ll let you control the action, but I’ll penetrate your bottom as Jim makes love with you.

I was moved by the mental image Stephen was painting.

I was way ahead of the two guys in my drinking, but I needed to be. I knew I was now well past being ‘legally drunk’. I could feel my tongue thicken as I spoke. I’ve been slurring my words ever so lightly. And, alcohol caused my tongue to become ruder.

“Okay, gentlemen … I want you to shuck up those clothes. Let me see those bones that you intend to tear me with… I’m ready to “inspect the goods” … C’mon, show me yours, I insisted, my tongue thickened by the second. Alcohol clearly takes effect.

As Stephen and Jim quickly throw away their clothes, I added, “These are really nice erections that you have there… So, Jim, are you going to let this young man fuck your wife’s ass today?

“Not only will I leave him, I’ll hold you while he does.”

The sexy speech, the anticipation of what was going to happen, the two erections stretched towards the ceiling in front of me, and my high blood alcohol level made me arouse. I was becoming convinced that I could do it. I could feel my vagina opening and leaking in wet anticipation. My pulse was noticeable in my clitoris.

Jim got up, pulled me to my feet, and led me to the sofa, where he leaned me forward on the back of the sofa, placing me in a position where my bottom was high above my feet and head. “Oh baby, what are you going to do to your wife now?”, I moaned in anticipation of my first double penetration my slightly cracking voice.

“Stephen’s going to get you ready.”

Jim handed the K-Y jelly tube to Stephen, and said, “Do you want to do the honors? Do you want to start preparing Cindy? Jim moved behind me and sat on the couch where he could hold me and kiss me as Stephen moved behind me.

I heard the sound of the K-Y jelly being pressed and then felt Stephen apply a liberal amount to my tight sphincter. I looked at Jim, who was sitting next to me, his hands gently massaging my tiny breasts as I leaned over the back of the couch. Oh baby, he’s starting to play with my. Her fingers begin to enter your wife’s tight little bottom. My god. His finger is in me.

“Oh, I’m such a naughty girl. I shouldn’t let people finger wander my. Alcohol had taken over by then, and I appreciated the thought of what was going to happen. And I talked about it much more frankly than in other circumstances. I enjoyed the moment.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Oh Jim, he feels tight, but he feels a little good too. I want to do this for you. I love you so much. I love you both so much. Oh baby, he fucks my ass with his finger. Oh fuck, it feels good. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m such a bad girl, letting you play with my bottom like that.

Jim’s penis looked harder and bigger than I remember seeing it. “Baby, do you like to know he’s fucking my ass with his finger?”

“Oh yes, I like it very much.”

I started swinging my hips back and forth in response to stimulation, pushing myself back against his sounding fingers.

Stephen removed his finger and then I felt the tip of two fingers at my anal sphincter, stretch it open and work their way into me. I couldn’t believe it; I was taking two fingers.

Oh, go slowly… Stop. Oh fuck, Stephen, be nice to me… Ease in … please, I moaned.

Stephen had his fingertips inside my rectum now. He waved them, slowly letting my tight sphincter relax. After 30 or 40 seconds, he was able to get in and out, slightly. He was starting to feel good again.

I looked at Jim, “Oh baby, he’s got two fingers in me now. Do you think I’m a bad girl for that? Tell me I’m still your good girl. Tell me it’s normal for me to let him do this to my.

I was almost crying as alcohol and stimulation combined to release my emotions in an unexpected way.

“Oh baby, you’re my good little girl. You’re a very good girl. I’m so proud of you. Jim then turned to Stephen and said, “I think she’s ready.”

Stephen removed both his fingers and Jim led me to the conjoncette spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace. The heat was wonderful. Jim lay on his back, his erection pulsating noticeably as I rode him. I was able to insert Jim’s erection into my wet and dilated vagina easily.

Stephen then climbed behind me and positioned himself to attack my back door. Jim reached my face and pulled it to her and kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue, as he held my buttocks apart. I then felt Stephen place the head of his penis to my anal sphincter, and slowly began to push into me.

I broke the kiss with Jim, I needed to be able to guide Stephen right now. I needed to be able to talk to my ‘back door lover’.

“Oh baby, be careful; go slowly. Let me push back on you. I could feel the big head prying my back open. It hurt, but the pain was tolerable, even pleasant. As the crest of his erection’s head began to try to pass inside my sphincter, the pain suddenly increased.

“Oh my God, it hurts, stand still, don’t push… oh fuck, it hurts too much … Oh,… stand still…” I pleaded

Stephen stood still for a while as I waited for the pain to subside and I focused on relaxing and taking it deeper.

After a few seconds, I slowly pushed backr its very firm erection. And with a combination of pain and determination, I was able to push myself back and have his penis head penetrate beyond my opening.

Once the crest of the lead-like head had passed inside me the pain dissipated. After a moment of rest, I was able to push it further, several inches now. I was thrilled with my success. It was in my ass!

I looked into Jim’s eyes and beamed with pride. “Baby, I did it. I did it for you. It’s in my. Oh fuck, it’s so far up my ass. I leaned forward and kissed my husband with joy at my accomplishment.

Stephen then flexed his penis and stretched my anus suddenly. The sudden expansion of my tight sphincter sent a shock of pain through my bottom. I yelled, “Oh fuck!, wow!… Don’t move… Don’t move.

But the pain quickly subsided. Carefully, I whispered, “Stephen, do it again…” flex yourself.

It hurts, but it’s tolerable. The pain felt good in a weird and perverse way. It woke me up.

“Stephen, once again…” I gasped, as I prepared.

And his erection pulsed over and over again inside me, each time stretching my tight that hugged the tree from his erection so tightly. “Oh fucking, that catches my attention! I don’t believe it. I’ve got you in my.

I’ve watched Jim now, Can you feel it in your wife’s? My God, it feels like you’re rubbing in me together. I’m so stuffed with your dicks! My God, Jim, can you feel it in your wife’s? I’m such a nasty little slut… I fuck two men at once… Jim, I’m such a slut.

Stephen started to move slightly in and out, probably only an inch or two, but the waterproofing of my anal sphincter made even the slightest movement feel dramatic, as he turned my bottom inside and out with every shot Minor.

Jim started moving in and out of my vagina as well. As Jim moved into me, he said, Yes baby, I can feel it in your. You are such a naughty girl… I love you baby, I really do.

It took several moments for the two men to find a rhythm that synchronizes their shots together.

I kept telling Stephen to be careful, to go slow, not to go too far. My instructions to Stephen seemed to awaken Jim all the more. The pain gradually disappeared completely, and Stephen gradually became bolder in his movements. The combination of and vaginal stimulation was built inside of me. I started coming back to meet every man’s thrusts, grinding my clitbole on Jim’s pelvic bone. My orgasm was building slowly, but distinctly.

Oh, baby, I think I’m going to enjoy it. This statement was all it took for the two men to start hitting me more violently, trying to push me over the edge. But rather than hurt, the increased tempo and the deeper and harder thrusts pushed me closer and closer to the release I wanted. I rubbed my clitoris against Jim, humming like Jim hammered into my vagina from below, and Stephen took full advantage of my open and exposed back.

“Cum with me. Cum in my ass … whore… oh shit, I’ll cum…” I screamed like I knew my orgasm was imminent.

Suddenly the waves of my first climax crashed over me, slamming my heart. The combination of clitoral, vaginal and stimulation led me to an intense reaction that I have never experienced before. I was babbling incoherent sounds of pleasure that I can’t begin to describe.

I was a possessed woman as the powerful orgasm shook my body. The cock in my ass, and the cock in my pussy continued to dive in and out of me, sending vague on wave of orgasmic pleasure on me.

My orgasm quickly triggered the orgasms of my two men. Jim stiffened under me, thrust his hips forward as his penis began pulsating inside me, pulling the string on the chain of cum in my belly. Almost simultaneously, Stephen pressed deep into my rectum with his erection and I could feel the distinct pulse of his erection. Each pulse stretched my anus reminding me how tight I hugged his cock. I could distinctly feel it pulsating as he pumped his cum into my now sodomized bottom, pressing his whole body against my ass.

After emptying his seed into me, he collapsed on me, and I collapsed on Jim.

“Please stay with me. Don’t withdraw yet. I asked. “I want to enjoy this moment.” The three of us were breathless. I flexed my anus and vagina in succession, causing each penis to respond with a wonderful pulse in return. My men had taken me completely, in every way imaginable. I had taken my men together in a way that I didn’t even think possible; and I did it for my men.

I’m lying there, both penises continue to pulse as they drained the last drops of cum inside me. I wanted this moment to last forever.

After a minute or two, Stephen started pulling out of my. Now, in the absence of the excitement and lust of my excitement and the construction of orgasm, Stephen’s withdrawal was painful. “Oh fucking, go slow. It hurts. But he left me in a matter of seconds and the intense pain was gone.

Jim kissed me and said, “Thank you for doing this. I’m so proud of you for taking us both this way.

“I did it for you.” And I disengaged from Jim’s penis and got up. My head was still swimming from all the alcohol I had consumed. I knew tomorrow I’d be hanged, with a sore head, and a sore. But I felt very happy right now.

“I’m going to take a long hot bath. Thank you both. I looked at Stephen and said, “I suggest you go shower, and wash that dick of yours really well… I know where he’s been.

I soaked in the hot tub for almost an hour, periodically adding hot hot to adjust the temperature. My little was quite painful, but I felt satisfied, and I loved it. I had done everything… I was a very happy lady.

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seduce stephen – chapter 8 – extreme measures