This is part three... read parts one and two here
I knelt on the soft carpet of our living room, my bare knees spread wide, my wet pussy lips dripping onto the shag. To my left stood Greg, his erect cock handsome and hungry. To my right... did I even catch the kid’s name? Maybe... maybe not. I had been so astonished when the now familiar cable truck pulled up in our driveway, and two men, not one, climbed out of the cab, that everything that had happened since then seemed hazy, almost a dream.
Greg clutched the work order. This was... what, his fifth visit now; so many that I was sure the people at his head office must be wondering why I kept placing service calls, and so many that I was beginning to suspect that Mark, my husband, was in on the joke as well. First he needed the DVR looked at. Then there was a problem with an outside connection. Then something else, then something else, and each time he told me to call Greg direct, as though he was the only engineer at the entire cable company who understood the precise needs of our household.
Which, I thought as I ran my tongue slowly up that beautiful shaft, he might have been.
Normally, Greg came alone. And then we would cum together. Today, though, he was accompanied by a younger man, a trainee; he explained, new to the business, new to the world of installation and set-up. And new to the world of sex, I would guess. I don’t even remember how we crossed that border between an engineer doing what engineers do, and Greg and I preparing to do what we usually did, but the boy was with us every step of way, and the only difference between the two men now was, Greg was hard. His colleague was soft.
Very soft. So soft that when I opened my mouth to suckle the tip of his dick as it curled down around his balls, I found I could take almost the whole thing inside. And what a treat that was for me, filling my mouth with that gentle warmth, feeling it stir uncertainly but never leaping to the rigid attention of a more experienced man. The boy was shy, he was nervous, he was scared.
I would cure him of that.
He looked vaguely familiar, said a quiet voice in the back of my mind, but I stilled it. I’ve lived in this city my entire life; maybe I’d passed him in a store, maybe we used the same gym, maybe he’d worked the registers at 7-11. He didn’t seem to recognize me, anyway, but I knew I could make him remember me now.
I released him from my jaws and let my tongue tease his balls instead. “You like that?” I breathed as he let out a gentle moan. He nodded. “Yes ma’am,” and I giggled at his formality, then turned and sucked on Greg for a moment. “And did you like that?” I asked, and Greg hissed his approval as his cock twitched in my hand. It was a feeling I never tired of.
Back and forth I went, softly sucking at one, gently devouring the other. Some girls love shoes, some girls love purses. I love cock. Always have. I can’t even remember how old I was, the first night I woke up from a dream so vivid that I could still taste the meat that I’d been sucking in my sleep, but from the first time a casual remark by a girlfriend at school filled me in on fellatio, no other sexual act had even registered in my mind. I was a born cock sucker, and I was good at it as well.
Taking Greg deep into my throat, the boy’s cock still lay at comparative rest, swelling a little but still not at ease. I could feel his eyes on me, though; feel him watching as I sucked on his workmate, and my hand gently stroked him, approving as finally his softness began to uncurl and grow firmer. I turned my head and slowly closed my lips over his helmet, thrilling as I realized that, if he got much fatter and harder than this, I would barely be able to fit him into my mouth. His cock head was huge, growing larger every moment, and my jaw was already aching as the strength flowed into his shaft.
I released him and shuffled back a bit. Remember the movie Reality Bites? Remember the bit where two boastful guys claim they had a swordfight with their cocks inside a girl’s mouth? I was still a virgin when I first saw that movie, but that image has clung to my fantasies ever since. I grasped each cock and tugged it, pulling its owner closer. Then angled them both to my wide-open mouth and invited them both to push in.
Have you ever seen two cocks side by side, close-up? Two meaty firm helmets pressing together, pushing one another, thrilling to the touch of one another without their owners even realizing it? And have you ever then stretched out a questing tongue and coated them both in warm, hungry saliva, greasing paths already slick with precum, while they push at your lips and stretch your mouth wide... I knew I would never fit both of them in; knew that the boy alone would fill my head with his heat.
But I was going to give it a good go regardless, and the feel of them fighting to slip themselves in... the moans and sighs the two men were making as their erections slid closer to orgasm... I cried out as I came with the sheer excitement and anticipation of it all, and as my mouth widened, the boy jammed himself in - and flooded me! Around my smothered gurgles, around my screaming jaw, his hot cum filled my mouth, and his hands were holding my head still as he fucked the last pumping spurts into me. Before abruptly pulling out as Greg plunged in too, and instead of fighting to swallow just one mouthful of cum, now I was choking on two.
It was amazing how different they tasted; one sharply sweet, one tongue-teasingly bitter; one thick and heavy, the other light and juicy, then combining on my tongue and in my throat; a flavor, I knew, of which I’d never tire, but one that filled my mouth so much that I could never swallow it all.
I could feel it seeping from my mouth, down Greg’s shaft; dripping onto my breasts, my knees, the carpet. I was drowning in cum and it was flooding my home, and even as the two men pulled their pants up and prepared to leave, I remained on the carpet, their cum drying on my face, gasping with shock and delight
They left and the phone rang. I stood unsteadily and walked to the kitchen, where it was charging on the table. It was Mark. Calling to ask “has the cable guy come yet?”
I summoned up whatever strength I had left, praying that my voice would not betray me. “Yes, he came. Everything’s good.”
“That’s great,” Mark answered. “You can show me when I get home.” Then he hung up and my eyes fell automatically onto the wet patch of carpet where my pussy had dripped and two cocks had spilled their goodness. “Yes I can,” I thought. “But show you what?”
Okay. You’re probably thinking, as I sometimes do, that Mark knows exactly what I do when he’s working. Knows and approves. His insistence on my always calling Greg to the house... his insistence on there always being one more reason to do so. The way he knows the precise moment to call, and knows the precise things to say as well.
The first time it happened, I put it down to coincidence. The second time it happened, I went searching for a camera, or at least a hidden microphone. I’ve seen the commercials on TV, how you can set up your home security system to send live video feeds to your phone while you’re out, but I also knew that the only security we have is a burglar alarm which goes off when the wind blows, a dog who only barks at birds, and what may or may not be a working antique shotgun that Mark inherited from his grandfather. Besides, if there was a camera, I’d have found it when I’m cleaning; and, like I said, I’ve looked.
Which left just one possibility. That Greg was in on it too, calling my husband as he left after each visit and telling him what we’d done. An idea which is simultaneously so damned hot, and so damned paranoid, that I put it out of my mind right away. It had to be coincidence. The same coincidence, I decided, that prompted Mark to walk straight to the stain on the carpet when he got home, kneel down and run his fingers over it, then ask if the dog had had an accident.
No, but your slut wife did, I wanted to reply, because that way we’d get the whole thing out in the open, and I could stop wondering what was really happening. But of course I didn’t; I just got a damp cloth and did what I should have done when it happened. And hadn’t, for reasons I don’t want to think about.
A week passed. I hadn’t seen Greg, because Mark seemed happy with the way his home theater set-up was operating, and he’d not brought over his friends since that night when Monday Night Football became a four on one romp, with me providing the fuck holes. To be honest, I think Mark was still feeling a little weird after one of the gang, Frank, gave his cock a little nibble after he’d finished fucking me. He didn’t say anything, but when I tried to bring up the subject again, and let him know how hot I thought it looked, he laughed and told me I had cock sucking on the brain... and then asked me to suck his cock.
Today, though, he surprised me. “I want you to wear something kinky this evening.”
I eyed him cautiously, my heart already beginning to pound.
“Kinky as in... leather? Lace? A gas mask?” I once dreamed that I was sucking cock with a gas mask on and woke up to one of the most amazing orgasms I have ever had. I don’t even know if it would actually be possible to do it, and somehow I doubt that it would (at least while wearing any of the models I’ve looked at since). But a girl can hope....
“I’ll leave that to your imagination,” he smiled, but I already had my answer. Browsing the mall a few days before, dropping by the novelty gifts store that had been a fixture there since I was teenaged, I’d spotted rolls of yellow “crime scene” tape for sale. The same tape you see on television cop shows; the same tape, coincidentally enough, that bedecked the girl whom a guy at the gym had tattooed across his abdomen. It looked amazing on his flesh. It was going to look even better on mine.
I bought the tape, drove home. A couple of hours with a needle and thread, a few tentative fittings as I made some adjustments; by the time I was finished, I not only had a new bikini with the words “crime scene’ emblazoned across my cunt, ass and tits, I’d also fashioned a matching harness that I could clip to any piece of furniture in the house. I didn’t know what Mark had planned for tonight, but he could never say I wasn’t prepared.
He arrived home alone and I didn’t tell him how I’d spent my day. He didn’t ask, either, and we ate our dinner around the TV news as usual, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned up the kitchen, all those little domestic duties that married couples always seem to do together. Then he looked at his watch and smiled. “We’ll have company in about fifteen minutes. Do you want to get yourself ready?”
I nodded and walked upstairs. He still hadn’t told me who we were expecting. But I kind of guessed that it wouldn’t be his boss. Or his mother.
I changed and came back to the living room. He looked up at me and I saw approval etch itself over his face. Especially when he saw the harness. Even more when he saw the blindfold. “Tonight,” he told me, “I just want you to relax. I don’t want you to wait on our guests, I don’t want you up and down fetching drinks and snacks. I just want you sitting down, relaxed and enjoying yourself. And to make sure of that....”
He rose and, figuring out my harness in a flash, lashed my body to the recliner I had just settled down upon. My arms were free, but my legs were spread wide, tied to the legs of the broad, heavy antique coffee table he’d inherited from his gran (I wondered what she’d think if she knew). And he’d arranged me so the first thing anyone would see when they walked through the door was - me, spread-eagled across the La-z-boy, bedecked in crime tape and... blind. Mark had found the blindfold.
The doorbell rang just minutes later and I felt my heart leap into my throat. Mark opened the door and I strained to hear the low voices that murmured greetings to one another. There were two. One was Mark’s friend Brad... I smiled to myself. Twice in the past I’d had Brad in my mouth, once on my wedding night, once the other week. And I have to admit, he had the kind of cock that could make a girl go weak at the knees. Not too big, not too small, not too short, not too long... just right in every dimension.
The other voice? I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t Frank, it wasn’t Tommy. My mind rifled through the other friends Mark spent most of his time with, but came up blank, and that excited me even more. Someone I had never met, who was now going to meet me in the most intimate manner imaginable. My mind flashed back to Greg and his buddy this morning. It was my day for sucking off strangers! Something I’d not done since before I was married, hanging out at nightclubs with a gang of my own friends, sizing up guys for one night stands, then taking them outside, or home, or wherever, and showing them tricks that they had only ever dreamed of.
It always astonished me how, when I sucked them, they’d want to pull out of my mouth as they came. How they’d almost explode when I pulled them back in. How they’d look at me in absolute awe as I swallowed their cum and then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, before licking that clean as well. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before,” they would say. “Nobody’s ever swallowed my cum.” And I’d look at them and smile, while my mind wrestled with the mystery. Why not? It’s the best bit! Well, apart from the rest of it....
A hand on my breast, fingertips trailing over my flesh then tracing the edges of the crime tape. Another on my face... that was Mark, I recognized his touch. Two on my thighs, one on each, caressing the soft skin at the tops of my legs. I writhed and moaned gently and a finger brushed my pussy through the tape. I held my breath then exhaled as a mouth moved to join it, licking on either side of the plastic, patient as I moistened and the crime scene grew slick. Exquisite teasing.
I reached out blindly, brushed bodies that were still fully clothed; fumbled for a belt buckle, found one and tugged. Hands joined mine, loosening the buckle, undoing the buttons. My hand touched flesh, then was guided to cock. Brad. I smiled and squeezed and felt him shifting, raising a leg to straddle my chest, then lowering his prick between my breasts, beneath the crime tape, binding himself to my body. His hands crushed my tits together, squeezing his cock between them, and slowly he started to fuck them.
I tilted my head, extended my tongue. My nostrils had caught the sweet odor of his cock and my mouth was already watering to taste it. I felt a sudden electric shock as my tongue tapped his cock head for the first time, a thousand flavors and sensations that I wanted to choke on, and then another jolt as hands elsewhere tore the tape away from my hips.
Two cocks at my pussy, stroking my labia, taking slow turns to soak their tips in my hole. I raised my hips, my cunt sucking at whichever prick was closest, my body begging it to slam inside me, and I felt a maddening thrill as the other dipped to my asshole, smearing pussy juice and precum around the tight darkness.
Mark read my mind. Or my movements. “I think we need to untie her,” he said, and suddenly my bonds were free. There was a jolt as someone jerked the handle on the La-z-boy, transforming it from a chair to a flat surface, then a body... Mark’s... lay down beside me, squirmed itself beneath me... and that moment of exquisite pain and pressure that suddenly transforms itself into unspeakable pleasure as his erection pushed itself into my slick ass.
A second cock, the stranger’s, rammed into my pussy, tearing me apart with its unfamiliar girth - oh my god, I don’t know who this man is, but his meat is a monster. And a third, Brad, escaping my tits and plunging into my throat, deep enough that I almost choked, hard enough that my head tilted back and I lay, contorted, impaled by three pricks, motionless as their owners fucked me to paradise.
“Relax,” Mark had told me. “Don’t move,” he had said. “Just lay back and enjoy yourself.” What choice did I have? Like voluptuous meat in a hot man sandwich, I could barely have moved if I’d wanted to. But my hips responded to the cocks in my asshole and pussy, my head moved to the rhythm of the one in my mouth. And my arms flailed, reaching out to caress each of my lovers.
A hand grasped Brad’s balls, squeezing them, stroking them; his hands clutched my breasts, twisting the nipples hard and sharp. Teeth bit my shoulder, nails scraped my abdomen. I was high, I was flying, I was soaring, and when I felt my first orgasm approaching, it was as if I’d been raised so far above the ground that nothing on earth could make me return. My eyes were closed tight behind the sticky tight blindfold, my mind was whirling wildly. And I couldn’t even cry out as the first great wave hit me, because that was the moment when Brad’s cock erupted and I was drinking him down as the cocks down below hammered me harder and harder.
Bam! Bam! A hot shot of Mark blasting into my gut, a wild wave of ... whoever he was... slamming into my pussy.
Four people, four orgasms, in less than forty seconds. That must be some kind of record. It must be some kind of magic. Brad withdrew and at last I could howl, a moan of such utter contentment and joy. Mark moved away and my ass yawned in protest, wanting him back, wanting him hard. A plop as the other guy lipped out of my cunt, and I lay there in utter contentment and joy, feeling three men’s bodies as they bustled around me, and three men’s cum as it sloshed around my body.
I didn’t even worry about the La-z-boy, which would certainly need good cleaning in the morning. I just lay there as Brad said he was going to grab some beers from the kitchen; lay there as Mark kissed me softly on the mouth and then gently slipped off the blindfold; lay there as my eyes adjusted to the sudden light and the faces around me swam back into focus. Brad, still grinning as he handed me a bottle. Mark, still smiling as he gazed down on his cum soaked wife. And the boy, the guy from the cable company, the one who had been here with Greg, but not so shy now, and not so unsure, watching me with laughing eyes as Mark made the introductions.
No wonder I thought I knew him this morning. He’d been at our wedding reception, Tommy’s brother Lee. Fresh out of college and looking for work. “He’s just started at the cable company,” Mark said and I pushed away all the questions that flew to my lips as he spoke. Instead I just smiled. “You like that?”
Lee’s eyes met mine, and I swear his cock twitched again. “Yes ma’am.” He paused and now he was holding his dick, massaging it slowly as his gaze shifted to my lips. “I’ve still got a lot to learn, but the guy they’ve teamed me up with has already shown me some really cool stuff.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was already hard again. I stood, stepped towards him, then knelt at his feet. For the second time today, my lips stretched greedily to greet his fat, ripe cock. “I don’t doubt that for a moment,” I said in answer to his last remark. “but I bet you’re a very fast learner.”
Then, as Mark placed his hands on either side of my head, holding it firmly as I angled Lee’s shaft, I engulfed him in my mouth.
“She’s such a fucking cock-hungry slut,” Mark laughed. “But I guess that’s why I love her.”
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