Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 2

 

The next morning, you get up, make coffee, clean up, and get dressed for work. You let your wife lie in bed for a bit. She took time off this week so she can take care of the kids. After packing lunch and taking a sip of coffee, you check on her. Softly, you kiss her lips. She lets out a sleepy moan. “Good morning, my sleepy head. Coffee’s ready in the kitchen, and I’m leaving for work.”

She opens her eyes, glances at the clock face on the nightstand, rolls onto her side, and pulls up the blanket. “I can sleep for a couple more hours,” she mumbles.

“I’ll see you later.” You whisper into her ear and then gently kiss it.

“Uh-huh.” She says in a sleepy tone. “Go to work, be safe. See you when you get home.”

You get up, grab what you need, and then head off to work.

The office has that weird, ‘empty but hectic’ feel. There isn’t really a lot going on, but with so many people taking time off, if there is something to do, there really aren’t a lot of people to get it done, so you feel like there are so many orders to check, so many emails to respond to, and so many things that, during a normal week, others would do.

A couple of times, you get up from your desk, refill your coffee cup, and just walk around to see who’s really in. One of the ladies up front; one of the senior partners; and a couple of team leaders. But aside from that, most everyone else is gone. You make small chit-chat with the few people you see. The lady at the front desk asks if you’ve got anything special planned for the weekend. You blush at the thought of your wife and you, role-playing tonight. She asks what’s on your mind, and you tell her in rough, vague details that you have the house to yourselves, so you and the wife will have fun. She gives you a knowing nod and then answers the phone. Raising your coffee mug, you motion to her that you’re going back to your desk. She nods as she answers the caller’s questions.

By the end of the workday, you just want to go home. With about 10 minutes left to go, you start closing up and locking things up for the day. You see your boss closing his office. “You’re still here?” he asks. “Didn’t I put out an email telling everyone in the office to leave an hour early?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t see it.”

“Tomorrow, check your ‘spam filter’. If it’s in there, leave early tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Your reply.

Traffic on the drive home isn’t too bad. You pass signs on the local churches advertising “Holy Week Services”.

You and your wife could go to the “Holy Thursday” evening service. If the kids were home, you know that you’d go. But your dad will take them to their church. You smile at the thought of your father telling your kids the importance of foot washing, the specialness of the Last Supper, and the preparations to go to the garden. You slowly shake your head, because you’ve never been as religious as your parents. You attend church, but that’s mostly for the kids.

No, tonight, instead, you want to spend time with your wife.

Walking through the door, you smell pasta and sauce. You put your lunch bag in the kitchen and see your sexy wife wearing an apron to cover her ‘housewife’ shirt and slacks. “That smells good. Should I…”

She turns and tells you, “Go wash up, but don’t change. Don’t go into the bedroom. You have to wait until after dinner.”

Nodding, you do as you’re told, washing up and then sitting at the table. Soon, your wife brings a hot plate of noodles with homemade sauce. “Mmmm, I love it.” You say as you take a forkful.

She smiles as she sits down next to you. “I’m glad. It helped put me into the ‘helpful housewife’ spirit. I even watched some TV while cooking, so as to see if I saw more of those commercials.”

“Did you see what you wanted?” you ask.

She reaches under the table and rests her hand on your crotch. “Oh yes. I even found commercials I have fantasies about, too.” She gives your thigh a loving squeeze, which awakens your ‘trouser snake’.

“Are you trying to get me hard before I finish dinner?” you ask.

She winks and smiles. “Maybe,” she leans closer and whispers, “or maybe I just want to be wet for you because you don’t know what I have on under my outfit.”

Your mind flashes through a variety of options: plain cotton underwear, lacy black or red lingerie, or maybe nothing at all. “Should I guess or…”

She kisses some sauce off your lips. “You have to wait. By the way, you have to clean the kitchen before you get to play.”

Nodding, you kiss her and then finish eating.

After the kitchen is clean, you walk to the bedroom. The door is closed, but when you open it, you see stacks of your folded shirts and pants on the bed, on a couple of chairs, and on top of the hamper lid. Giving the room the basic feel of a clothing department in a “big box” store. Her back is to you as she looks at her closet, as if deciding what items to try on next.

“Wow, you really set things up. Is there anything I need to know?” you ask without getting into character yet.

She walks over, kisses you, and points to the lube and dildos on the nightstand. “I prepared myself, to be filled every way. Just make sure I’m ready, first.” She whispers, “And my safe word is ‘marmalade’.”

You nod and softly repeat “‘Marmalade’. Hopefully you won’t need to use it.”

She then walks back over to the closet and gets back into role.

You smile and try to remember the dialogue of the ‘hapless dad’ from the commercial. Picking up a couple of polo shirts; a grey one and a red one, you hold them against your chest and move like you are comparing them as you look in an imaginary mirror. Frowning, you turn to her. “My wife sent me to get a new shirt. Can you help me?”

As she turns, you notice she is wearing a striped sweater similar to the ‘mom’ character in the commercials. “Of course. Let’s see.” Walking over, she takes both of them from you, holds up one, and then the other. She looks like she is thinking as her eyes narrow, and she bites her lower lip in concentration. “I think the red one looks better.” She holds it against your chest and softly caresses the material. Even through your work shirt, you feel the pressure of her fingers on your skin.

“Should I try it on, so you can, see?” You ask, with the same tone of the male character in the commercial.

She nods and smiles. Pulling off your work shirt, you pull on the polo. You smooth out the front as you feel her fingers smoothing out the back. You move like you are still looking in that imaginary mirror.

“See how good it looks on you. Your wife will love it.”

Turning to her, you smile, just like in the commercials. “Thanks, what would I do without you?” Then you pause, “How can I make it up to you? You’ve been so helpful, you deserve a reward.” You give her a seductive wink and a nod.

She then motions towards the nightstand where she laid out her ‘toys’ of various sizes. “But what about these people that I helped too?” She is still in character.

“If they want to reward you too, how can I say no?” you reply, continuing to role play.

You quickly clear off the bed and have her stand next to it. Slowly, you unbutton her sweater. “Your husband is a lucky man.” You playfully tell her.

As the sweater falls to the floor, she replies, “Yes, he is.”

You kiss her, tasting a little of tonight’s dinner. Reaching into the waistband of her slacks, you pull up her plain white shirt. You are happily surprised that there isn’t a bra underneath. Her nipples look so beautiful and tasty. Those nipples, which a few years ago were suckled by your children, look like they are begging for your mouth. You lean forward and slowly lick around the areola of the left one. “Is that the kind of thing your husband does to you?” You ask.

“Not as often as I need.” She answers, her voice taking on a sensual, husky tone.

“Let me help you then.” You say as you lick and suck it, feeling it get firm in your mouth.

“Mmmm.” She moans softly. As you focus on her breasts, she reaches for a dildo. “Oh, you helped me, too. Is that cock for me?”

Before you can answer, she answers herself in a fake man’s voice. “Yes, little lady, it’s all for you. You’ve been so helpful.” Then she licks and sucks the tip of her toy.

“Do you want to lie down, so we can all pleasure you better?” You ask, trying to make your voice sound suave and different, as you undo her slacks and pull them down. “Oh, does your husband know you wear underwear like that?” you ask in the same fake accent. She’s wearing red crotch-less panties you bought for her a few years ago.

“Oh, no. He doesn’t know I like to wear sexy things like that. Especially when I have a chance to hook up with friendly strangers.”

You get on your knees and kiss the lacy fabric just above her exposed pussy. “So that’s why you’re always so helpful. You’re hoping to hook up with ‘helpless husbands’ and good-looking strangers?”

You hear a sucking noise above you as she takes her toy deep in her mouth. Pulling it out, she responds. “Yes. That’s why I’m always so helpful. Looking for men and maybe a few women who will repay my kindness.”

You imagine seeing your wife with a strange dick in her mouth, a strange woman sucking the nipples you were just sucking, and a third man licking her ass. Your dick hardens at the strange fantasy. She must be imagining something similar because you smell her arousal. Plunging your tongue into her pussy, she moans around the toy in her mouth. She spreads her thighs a bit more to let you thrust your tongue deeper. You feel her hand on your head as she presses herself harder against your mouth.

Gasping, she asks, “Can I get on the bed now, to give you all better access to me?”

You slip your tongue out and look up at her. There’s a string of saliva from her mouth to the dildo she’s holding. She looks so sexy and slutty.

“Yes. Get on the bed. Let’s use you like you want to be used.”

She smiles down at you, wickedly as she steps out of the pants, puddled around her ankles. You stand up. Kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth, and then you reach for two more toys on the nightstand. She laid out a small bottle of lube, a clit sucker, and a textured glass dildo, along with the rubber one she is using. Your wife climbs on the bed and rolls onto her back, rubbing the dildo between her breasts.

You get between her legs, drip some lube on the tip of the clit sucker. She’s rubbing the cock between her breasts, “Yeah, titty-fuck me just like that.”

Slowly, you lick along the inside of her thighs as you lick one and use the tip of the sucker on the other. The mixed sensations on her skin has her look down at you. “Mmmmm. More than one of you on my thighs. Are you going to both lick my pussy?”

“Of course. That’s what you want. All of us thank you.” You reply with a mischievous tone.

She spreads her legs wider as you move the sucker to her clit and put your tongue in her wet, waiting pussy. “Yes, have her suck my clit as I suck this cock.” She says sucking on the dildo again.

You stop licking her pussy and rub her pussy lips with the tip of the glass dildo. “Would you like a real cock in your mouth?”

She pulls the toy from her mouth, “Yes. Let me move first.”

You stand up as she gets on her knees. Watching as she takes the rubber dildo between her legs and lowers herself on it. “Lube up my glass cock.” She says in an almost commanding voice.

You do, then hand it to her. She bends forward and rubs it between her ass cheeks.

“Do you need help with that?” you ask with a smile. She tries to put it into her tight anus. You kiss her softly. “Let me help. I’ll be gentile.” She nods and hands it to you. Dripping more lube along the crack of her ass, you slowly spread it around using the dildo, moving up and down. “Relax and imagine a strange man slowly entering you.” You hear her inhale and squat, the rubber dildo still in her pussy. Placing the glass tip against her puckered hole you gently but firmly push. 

It slides in as she pushes back a bit. “I love it. One in my cunt, one in my ass.” She turns to you, and motions for you to get in front of her. “And now one in my mouth.” She squats down so she can ride both toys at once and leans her head forward.

You’ve rarely seen her so you turned on and depraved. There is a hunger in her eyes as she grabs your hard shaft. Her tongue is so smooth and wet as she licks the tip, then she sucks you firmly, while pressing herself down on the bed, pushing the toys deeper into her. Soon she is rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth with your hard cock. She’s moaning in pleasure as she grinds herself against the bed. In your imagination it’s the actress from the commercials whose sucking you as she takes cocks in her ass and pussy. Placing your hand on her head, you thrust in time with the rhythm she’s created. You’re breathing harder and won’t last long. “Do you want me in your mouth or somewhere else?”

She pulls you from her mouth. “Fuck my ass.”

Moving around and behind, she raises up her ass. The glass dildo slides out. Even though your cock is slick with saliva and pre-cum, you put more lube on it.

Her asshole is waiting for you as you press your tip against it. With just a little pressure it slides in. She feels so warm and tight. So different than her mouth or pussy. She rocks back against you. Moving back and forth she takes your cock as deep as she can. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” She says with an almost animalistic growl. You feel the vibrations of her using her sucker toy on her clit and the pressure of the fake cock in her cunt. You are so close to cumming. She presses back against you, and you feel her body quiver with pleasure. Her asshole tightens around you as she cums. It feels so good as you hold her hips tightly and fill her ass with your spunk.

“Yes….” She moans.

Then she pulls the dildo from her pussy and you slowly slide your softening dick from her. You both are sweating. She gets up and hugs you. You hold her tightly in your arms. “You must have really enjoyed that.” You say to her, breathing hard.

She nods and kisses you. “More than you know. Join me in a shower?” She asks as she gets off the bed, strips off her crotchless panties which are now stretched out a bit.

“Of course.” You answer as you put dirty clothes in the hamper.

You both walk naked into the bathroom. She grabs a towel and washcloth, leans into you and whispers “Tomorrow night we can do my fantasy, ‘Mr. Insurance guy’.”

(I hope you enjoyed this 2-part Couple’s Tale. If you want a follow up story of the husband as “Mr. Insurance Guy” helping the distressed housewife, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next Friday with a new story.)

Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 1

 

You sit on the couch, trying to relax, watching TV. The kids are excited for Spring Break from school, planning to spend time with their grandparents, and your wife is reading a trashy novel, sitting in a chair near you.

Between episodes of police procedurals and emergency rescue dramas, you keep seeing the same commercials over and over. You don’t know if it’s that you’re tired, bored, or just horny. In a couple of commercials, you notice that the actresses are a more plain-looking version of your wife. Your mind wanders, imagining the ‘hapless guy’ that the “mom” helps find the right furniture, clothing, or whatever, offers to take her in back and repay her kindness with vigorous sex in the showroom, the dressing room, or in the storeroom. A wicked smile crosses your lips when, in one ad, after she helps one guy, there are three others who also need help. “Of course. She wants all four at once.” You quietly chuckle to yourself.

Your wife looks over the top of her book, “What’s so funny?” She asks, glancing towards the TV.

“I’ll tell you in a bit.” You say, as you get off the couch, walk over and give her a kiss. “You are so much sexier than the actresses on the commercials.”

She arches her eyebrow, “Thanks, but what brought that on?”

“Let me put the kids to bed first.” You respond.

Going into the other room, you get your son off the game system, and have your daughter put away her coloring book and crayons. “It’s bedtime, kids.”

“Awwww, but we don’t have school.” Your son says.

“Yeah, Daddy, we’re on Spring Break.” Your daughter chimes in.

Nodding, you remind them that tomorrow you’re going to take them both to your parents’ place. They’ll spend a day with them and then spend a day with the other grandparents.

“If you aren’t good, I’ll tell them you aren’t allowed to go to the candy store.”

“Candy World!” your daughter screams.

“It’s just candy.” Your son tries to say in a cool tone, but you notice that he saves his game and powers the player off.

As the kids brush their teeth and get ready for bed, you do a quick check in the kitchen to make sure you turned on the dishwasher. There is nothing more frustrating than filling and loading the dishwasher and forgetting to turn it on. It is gently humming as it still washes the dinner dishes.

Going back to check on the kids, your son is climbing into his bed. He has the library book he’s supposed to be reading during the break. “Read only a chapter or two and get some sleep. You can read more on your way to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Ok, Dad.” He says as he focuses on the book.

Your daughter is wearing her pretty night gown and has a book that she wants to read to you. Recently, she has worked hard to show that ‘she’s a big girl and can read too’. You walk in and sit on the floor, leaning against the bed. “So Baby, what’s tonight’s book?”

She holds it up for you to see. “The one with the bunny that ran away. Are you ready, Daddy?”

You nod and sit as she starts, “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away…”

As she reads, she yawns from time to time, but soon she gets to “‘Have a carrot,’ said the mother bunny. The End.”

“You did a good job reading that one, Princess.” You kiss her forehead. “Now get some sleep. Remember tomorrow, your mother is taking you to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll be good for them.” She says as she hugs you.

You softly close the door behind you, then make sure your son turns off his light.

Softly walking back down to the living room, you see your wife still reading but occasionally watching TV too.

“Is everything all right?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “Yep, the kids are in bed and ‘Runaway Bunny’ is back home.”

She gives you a quizzical look. “That’s what our daughter read to me tonight.”

She nods and then looks at the TV as one of the commercials comes on, where a ‘housewife’ in ordinary clothing is helping a ‘lost guy’ find what he needs.

“So, what’s this about me being sexier than her?” she asks.

You sit on the couch and pat the cushion for her to join you. She moves and snuggles up next to you.

Putting your arm around her, you explain your fantasy. That she, your sexy wife, was the helpful woman in the commercial. Wearing just a plain sweater, top, and slacks. Helping you find an outfit for a ‘special occasion’ or the ‘right recliner’. And how afterward, you would reward her with sex. You lean in closer and whisper, “And maybe you’ve helped other men, too, who want to reward you? A good chance to use multiple toys.”

She grins. “Mmmmm, that multiple partners fantasy that I’d never have the guts to do in real life?”

You nod. “And with the kids at the grandparents for the next couple of days, we can have a few nights to ourselves.”

The cop show you both like is on, and you watch it together, holding her. During another commercial break, you see the one where a ‘housewife’ helps a guy find an outfit for golfing, then at the end, three men ask, ‘Can you help me too?’ Both of you chuckle at that one. “Oh, is that where you got the idea of her being thanked by more than one guy at a time?”

You sheepishly smile. “Maybe.”

She kisses and hugs you. “I see the attraction to this ‘role play’ fantasy. Maybe after I drop off the kids, I’ll have things set up?” Her tone is relaxed and playful.

“Really?” you reply. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom now?”

“Shhhh, the show’s back on. I want to see if they catch the bad guy.”

You smile, nod, and kiss the top of her head. “Ok.”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2)

Another Snow Day

 

“More Snow.” You say to yourself as you take a sip of coffee and stare out the back window. You watch the snow fall, illuminated by the back porch light and the early morning sky. The previous snow had mostly melted and now you are getting a couple more inches.

The local TV news is rotating between weather, school closings, and traffic updates.

“Mommy, is there school?” your daughter asks as she walks into the kitchen wearing pajamas and still clutching her stuffed dog.

“No Baby. No school. It’s still snowing. I don’t have to go into work either.” You say as you bend down and give her a hug.

“Snow?” she asks and then runs to the sliding glass door to look out the back porch.

Fresh snow covers where the previous paths had been cleared and everything is covered with a fresh white blanket.

“Mommy, what’re the birds and squirrels gonna eat? The feeder’s covered again.” She says with a tone of actual concern.

“We’ll put some seeds and nuts on the top of the snow. But they are hiding while it’s still snowing. Wait until the snow stops falling and we’ll do it then.” You reassure her.

“You gonna make breakfast?” she asks.

You smile at her, “Of course, what are you hungry for?”

She goes to the refrigerator and pulls out the tube of ‘easy bake cinnamon rolls’. “Make these Mommy. It makes the kitchen smell so good.”

“Ok. Do you want to help?” You ask. 

“Uh-huh”, She says nodding.

You warm up the oven as she gets the small round pan out of the cupboard for you. In a few minutes you have the greased pan full of doughy curls and ready to go in.

“Can I spread the frosting?” she asks as she holds the cold plastic cup of sugary goo.

“You have to wait until these are done.” You say, “Why don’t you put it on the counter for now?” She smiles and does as you ask. You put the pan in the oven and set the timer. “While that bakes, why don’t you get dressed. If you put something warm, you’ll be ready to go outside and play in the snow.”

“Ok.” She says, taking her stuffed dog from the counter and goes to her bedroom.

“I have the laptops set up in the den.” Your husband says as he enters the kitchen, an empty coffee mug in his hand.

“Thanks Dear”, you reply. “I’m glad we can telework but hate that it’s expected that we will telework every time there’s bad weather.”

He kisses you and refills his mug. “It only makes sense. Keeping people off the road, but still getting emails answered and office work done.” He looks out the window. “Look at that come down. I’m glad the schools and offices are closed.”

You walk up behind him, kissing his neck and wrapping your arms around him. “If the kids were asleep still, I’d say we head to the bedroom and enjoy some time under the blankets.”

He turns, kisses and hugs you. “That is too tempting this morning.”

The timer for the cinnamon rolls goes off. He releases you, “Go pull ’em out. Do you want a hand?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ve already got help.” You say as your daughter returns, a pink sweatshirt with a cartoon dog on the front, and thick blue sweatpants. 

“Daddy! Are you gonna help make cinnamon rolls too?” 

He bends down and hugs her. “No, your mommy said you were going to do it.” He looks at you and winks.

Using the hot pads, you pull out the pan and flip the rolls onto an empty plate.

“Is it my turn?” your daughter asks. You nod and move the plate and frosting cup to the kitchen table as your daughter climbs into her chair. Using a butter knife she carefully spreads the white goo onto the circle of steaming hot buns.

“Mmmmm Those smell so good.” Your husband says. “Can I have one?”

“Not yet Daddy. Let me finish.” Your daughter says as she slathers the frosting on and scrapes the last of it from the plastic cup. “Ok. Now you can.” She says proudly.

Your husband grabs one, “I’m going to check morning emails. I’ll be in the den.”

“I’ll be down shortly” you tell him. “By the way, don’t you want to have on more than your robe?”

“Good idea. I’ll check emails then get dressed.” He responds and blows you a kiss.

Looking at your daughter you tell her, “Only have one, Baby. You have to leave enough for everyone, including your brother.” She smiles with bits of frosting and roll on her face as she takes the other rolls from her napkin and puts them back on the plate. You refill coffee and sit at the table with her, watching the TV on the wall.

Your son walks into the kitchen, yawning and his hair sticking up all directions. “What smells so good?” He then looks at the table and grabs a cinnamon roll.

“Mommy said only take one. Leave enuff for everyone.” Your daughter directs.

You smile at that. “No school today. Eat up and get dressed. You and your sister can play outside in the snow. Daddy and I have to work from home today.”

“Yay!” he says as he pulls a glass from the cupboard and fills it with milk. “Can we change the channel to cartoons?”

You nod as you pick up the serving plate and wrap up the remaining rolls. “Have some breakfast. I need to go and check emails.”

Your daughter gets off her chair and pulls the cereal box from the pantry. “Can we eat in the living room?”

You shake your head, “Not today. Eat at the table. Then clean up.” You carry your coffee in one hand and your warm roll in the other as you walk down to the den.

Your husband has your laptop set up on your desk, catty corner from his. He’s leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through the messages.

“Anything interesting?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Most of it is just folks saying they are teleworking or using a day of leave.”

You set your coffee mug on your desk, log into your computer, with the cinnamon roll in your mouth.

He looks over at you and chuckles. “You look sexy with your mouth filled, but I’d like it to be with something else.”

Your home page comes up, and you take a bite of the roll. After you swallow, you smile at him. “I prefer it when your mouth is busy.”

He gets up, closes the door to the den. “Are the kids busy upstairs?”

You nod, “Eating cereal and watching TV.”

He walks over to you. “Are you serious about me using my mouth? Give you a little oral treat before I go upstairs and get cleaned up?”

“Do you want to get under my desk as I’m on my computer?” You ask, hinting to the time you roll played “Boss and Secretary”. He nods and gets under your desk as you stand up and pull down your yoga pants. With your pants around your ankles, you sit and spread your legs, as you focus on your computer screen. Pulling up emails you scroll through them. Most of them are just quick status updates. As you read, you feel your husband’s warm lips on your right thigh, and his hair rubbing against the left one.

HR has an email that asks for your status. You need to respond and CC your supervisor telling them that you are teleworking. As you start typing, you feel his lips at the edge of your panties. His breath is warm and the tip of his tongue is wet. You inhale through your nose as you try to focus on writing. You feel the crotch of your panties slide to the side and the tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down.

“I am teleworking today.” You type. You feel his hands grip your hips as he thrusts his tongue into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. Your husband is so good at this. Trying to focus on work, you reread your message, and ensure that your supervisor is CC’d.. Your husband’s mouth covers your clit and you feel his gentile suction.

“Oh God” you say in a low tone and then bite your lower lip again. You hit send and the status email goes out.

Moving your hands under the desk, you grab your husband’s head. “You want me to cum? Ok, Hold on.” You say in a low tone as you hump his mouth. He grips your hips tighter as he continues licking and sucking your clit. Part of your mind is telling you ‘finish up, the kids will need something’ and ‘keep checking on work, you don’t want to get distracted’. Then your husband starts humming. The suction, warmth, and vibrations all push you over the edge. Your hands and thighs tighten around his head as you cum. He keeps holding you as your pussy pulses against his mouth.

You are breathing hard as you unclench and let go. Rolling your chair back, you let your husband get out from under the desk. He kisses you and you taste yourself on him. His shorts are tented by his hard cock. “Damn. I’ll have to take care of that later.” You say.

“Mmmm, Pussy and cinnamon roll, two flavors that go together better than I thought.” He smiles. “I’ll hold you to that.” He wraps his robe around him tighter. “I’ll check on the kids and get dressed. You can pull your leggings up for now.”

You stand up and adjust yourself, “Leave the door open so I can hear the kids.” You tell him, then you check your office Messenger tool and your collaborative work program.

A message pops up, “I know you’re at home, but don’t forget to sign off on last week’s vouchers. They should all be in the system.” It’s your boss.

You sigh. A nasty thought enters your mind. You are tempted to respond with something like “I’ll do them while my husband rails me from behind. Picture me getting fucked hard as I review your paperwork.” But as much as you’d love to have your old, conservative leaning boss turn red with embarrassment by your ‘filthy language’, you are a ‘good girl’ and so you respond instead with. “Of course. I’ll pull up the folder now and start working on them.” You take a sip of your coffee and focus on work.

After reviewing, and either approving or returning vouchers, you stand up and stretch. Your husband dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and typing a document so you don’t want to disturb him. Your coffee cup is empty, and you head back upstairs. The kids are in the living room watching TV, your son still in his pajamas. “Why don’t you get dressed. If it stopped snowing, you can go outside.”

As you rinse your cup, you look out the window. The snow stopped falling and the backyard looks so beautiful. You open the sliding glass door, and touch the snow. It’s not too dry or too wet. Perfect for snowball fights and snowmen. You grab a scoop full of bird seed and throw it as far as you can. Small seeds scatter over a small section of the snow covered porch. “That should help until I can refill the feeder.” You say to whatever birds are hiding up in the trees. After you close the door, you head back down to the den. 

You walk up behind your husband. “Are you almost done?” you whisper in his ear.

“Almost… Why?” he asks. You put your wet cold hand at the back of his neck. “What the..?” he says as he turns unexpectedly.

Laughing you back up “I just wanted to tell you that it stopped snowing.” He reaches for you and tickles you. You love and hate when he does that. You laugh uncontrollably and lie on your side.

“Be thankful my hands aren’t cold and wet.” He says with an evil tone while crouching over you and still tickling.

“We’re ready. Is Mommy all right?” says your daughter from the den doorway, her big puffy coat is zipped up and her pink fuzzy mittens are on her hands.

Your husband stops and stands up. “Yes baby, Mommy’s all right. She played a trick on Daddy so I was tickling her.” He makes sure that your daughter’s coat is fastened. “Is your brother ready too?”

At the top of the stairs your son yells down, “Yeah, Let’s go.”

Your husband kisses your daughter and then she goes up the stairs and follows her brother.

Your husband sighs, “Let me do a little more work, then I’ll go out with the kids and clear the driveway and sidewalks.”

You get up off the floor and straighten your shirt. “Do you want soup and sandwiches for lunch?”

He nods as he sits back at his desk “That sounds good.”

You let him focus, as you return to your desk. Messages and emails have popped up since you stepped away. “No rest for the wicked.” You mutter.

Lunch is a can of chicken noodle soup mixed with a can of country vegetable along with grilled cheese sandwiches. The kids made a couple of lumpy snowmen, which you took pictures of with your phone. Your husband cleared the driveway and sidewalks. 

Watching the “News at Noon” while you eat, you see that the weather will be warmer tomorrow and things should reopen. You look at your husband, “I guess I need to focus on work today, and be ready to be back in the office tomorrow.” You have the kids make sure their homework is done and their school bags are packed. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent teleworking. Your husband finishes before you, packs up his laptop, and then heats up leftover casserole for dinner. When you finish, you also power off, and put your laptop into your work bag, which you put in the living room. The kids already have their school bags lined up too. 

Dinner goes smoothly and everyone helps clean up. Then everyone goes to the living room to watch TV. You snuggle on the couch next to your husband, as you let the kids pick some shows on the cartoon and family channels. Resting your head against your husband, you comment “Not a bad day.”

He places your hand on his crotch and whispers “Once we get the kids to bed, let’s make it better.”

At bedtime, your husband reads to your daughter, as your son brushes his teeth. In your bedroom, you pull off your yoga pants and top. Looking in the mirror you see the curves that motherhood brought on. Your body is a canvas of marks from giving birth and recovering. Your skin feels a little dry so you sit on the bed and rub some lotion on it.

“Want some help?” your husband asks softly as he closes the bedroom door.

“Are the kids in bed?” you ask

He nods. “If we give them a few minutes then you can do what you said in the den earlier.”

“What did I say?” you ask in mock innocence.

He walks closer and undoes his jeans, pulling out his soft prick. “That you’d take care of this.”

“Awww it looks tired. Maybe I should let it rest.” You playfully respond.

He sees the skin lotion on the bed, then goes to the night stand for the lube. “Being you are already putting lotion on, maybe I need some lotion too?”

“If I do, no anal tonight. I didn’t prep for it.” You say in a soft but direct tone.

He smiles and nods. “No anal. I love your pussy more anyway.” He says.

Part of you knows it’s not the entire truth. Yes, he loves your pussy, but the times you’ve let him fuck your ass, he cums quickly. His word is good though, so you take the bottle of lube from him. “Do you want standing or on the bed?” you ask.

“If we do doggie style, then standing. Unless you feel like riding me tonight?” There is a glint in his eye and a slightly wicked grin on his face.

“Maybe next time Dear, I’m a little tired and don’t feel like doing all the work.” 

You drip some lube on his soft member and slowly stroke it. He hardens quickly. It looks tasty. Nice, thick, and veiny, with a tip that gets darker the more excited he gets. “Mmmm, You are enjoying this.” You purr, then you lick the tip. The familiar flavor of the lube mixes with his natural flavors. Slowly you lick along the firm shaft as you hold near the tip. Then you take him in your mouth. You feel the firm spongy tip at the back of your mouth. You relax your throat to take him a bit deeper. You feel his hands on your head as he thrusts into your mouth. Your pussy tingles. He’s so hard and excited. You move your head back and take him out as you stroke his slick cock. “I don’t think you’ll last long, so let’s fuck.”

Getting on your hands and knees on the bed, you position your ass at the edge. You feel him slide your panties to the side, then rub his slick shaft along your wet pussy lips. He’s teasing you. Then a hand is on your lower back and you feel him work the tip between your hungry lips. Once in, he grabs your hips and pulls you solidly against him. It’s a little harder than you expected but not unpleasant. He works it in and out of you at a steady pace. You reach down and rub your clit. He notices and slows his rhythm. Your nipples rub against the blanket as he continues to fuck you. Between his actions and your rubbing of your clit, you feel your orgasm building.

“You like me fucking you like this.” He says in a low tone through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fill that cunt of yours.” He pulls you tightly and holds it. His hard cock fills you so well. You rub faster as you cum. He’s throbbing inside of you too. You love when you both cum together. After a moment you realize that your other hand was gripping the blanket hard, so you release your grip as you feel him slide out of you. His warm lips kiss the back of your neck. “I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day.”

You turn, lie on your back, and pull him on top of you. “I’ve been wanting that all day.”

He hugs you for a moment, then releases you. “Let me get ready for bed.” He says, as you realize he’s still wearing his t-shirt along with his socks.

“I’ll put on a nightie too.” You say as you get up, wipe yourself with your panties, then put on a fresh set and cotton nightshirt.

“Awww, I thought you’d wear the sheer one.” He jokingly comments as he pulls on his shorts.

You smile, “Not tonight. I want something a bit warmer.”

You both get into bed, as he hold you loosely and you rest your head on his chest. “Goodnight Honey.” He says

“Goodnight Dear.” You reply and soon you both drift off to sleep.

Helping You with Your Cam Site, After Work

To make some extra money, we agreed that you could post on an adult site. You do Cam Shows and sell pre-recorded videos. Today you are doing it from our bedroom, while I’m teleworking in my office, down the hall. Lying on our bed wearing only a spaghetti strap top and lacy panties, you have your laptop on a lap desk. You are focused on DMs and answering requests from fans, and looking away from the doorway.

You are so focused on your screen that you don’t notice that I finished for the day and walked up behind you. You don’t know that I am reading and seeing what you are posting.

A fan has tipped you for some photos, so you pull up your “intro sexy photo package” and put them in the chat. He responds by telling you what he wants to do to your nipples and pussy.

You slowly reach into your top and pull your nipple.

“Do you want some help with that?” I ask from behind you.

You turn, your nipple still between your fingers. “Oh, are you done with work?” You ask.

I lean forward and kiss you. “I’m done, but you can keep working. Do you need some help?”

“Yes, I need some help” you say. I step to the edge of the bed, and get on my knees. Then, place my hands on your thighs.

“If I stay here, will you still be able to work?” I ask, as move one hand closer to your panties. Slowly I rub the damp fabric against your pussy lips which are almost visible. “You’ve been busy. You’ve had some good fans today I see.” and I softly kiss the inside of your right thigh.

“Want me to lay on the edge of the bed like this ?” You adjust yourself on the pillows behind you, so you can still use the laptop but give me access to your pussy.

“Focus on your work, my love. Don’t mind me.” I say as you feel my lips slowly moving up your thigh.

You try to look at the DMs. Many of them are other creators advertising or taking part in competitions. Scrolling down, you look for some of your more reliable fans.

You feel the tip of my tongue lick the crotch of your panties. That feeling of the wet fabric moving up and down your sensitive lips. “It’s hard to concentrate baby, all I want is your tongue deep in my pussy. You’ve got me so wet” You say in an almost serious tone.

“I thought we agreed that you would work on your site, until you had enough tips for the day. If I am disturbing you, I can go and start dinner.” I say in a playful tone.

You feel me slide the crotch of your panties to the side and the tip of my firm, wet tongue slowly going up and down the edge of your damp lips. You let out a light moan as I tease your clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I lick around your clit and then back down. You tighten your thighs around my head a bit.

“Mmmmm is that for me or a fan?” I playfully mumble around your pussy lips. You try to focus on your screen, finding one of your favorite fans.

“You’ve got me playing with my tits as you tongue fuck me and make me moan” you type onto the screen.

You read “How good does it feel? My tongue in your wet pussy?”

You place one hand on my head and type with the other. “My pussy is so wet. Your tongue feels so good. I want to cum on your mouth.” I continue licking and I grip your thigh with one hand and tease the crack of your ass with the other.

In your DMs your fan wants to show you his hard cock because you are so sexy. You feel my tongue thrust into your wet pussy so deeply that my nose rubs your clit.

You type “Yes show me your hard cock. Tip me and I’ll tell you what I want to do with it.” “Keep going baby” you tell me. You remove the hand from my head. Your hands are shaking a bit as you try to concentrate on typing. My mouth moves up to your clit, at the same time you see a TIP message flash on your screen and a full screen shot of a beautiful hard cock.

His hard dick looks so tasty, and thick. Your mouth is watering at the thought of sucking it, as you feel me suck your clit firmly. Desire and pleasure are filling you. You bite your lower lip as you try to focus on typing. “I want to suck your hard cock.” you type.

He responds. “Yes, suck it. Suck it hard. Then I want to fuck your pretty pink mouth.”

You moan a bit, as I lick and suck your clit, and you feel two of my fingers slide into your wet pussy. You quickly look at your media vault and find some videos of you sucking my hard cock, and another one of you sucking one of your dildos.

“Fuck yes that feels so good baby” you tell me breathlessly. As you feel my fingers going in and out, thrusting and twisting, you slowly exhale, and try to type. “Do you want to see my mouth getting fucked? Unlock these now.” adding the price and sending them.

You pull your nipple firmly as I keep working your pussy.

“Yeah! I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth of yours” he types as you see him pay for the videos.

“Do you want a see my throat fucked hard like this baby?” you type as you post a different video of you deep-throating me. The thought of a cock in your mouth as I am filling your pussy is almost too much.

You release your nipple and suck three of your fingers. Imaging your mouth being stretched by a thick cock. You feel your orgasm moving through you, as you squeeze your thighs around me and suck your fingers harder. Your pussy pulses around my fingers as I suck your clit firmly

Breathing harder than you thought, you open your thighs and set your hand on the bed. You lean forward and I move closer to you. I kiss your lips and you taste your pussy on me. “Are you done with work for the day?” I ask.

Your nipples rub against the fabric of your top, as you slow your breathing. “No baby but I can take some time off and be with you.” You respond.

I hug you tightly and kiss you again. “How about I make dinner? You can finish checking your DMs. Besides I think you might want to change and clean up before we eat. Or do you want to sit in the dining room in your wet panties?” I ask with a smile.

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Learning the Ropes

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Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Strip Poker - Part 3

 

“We won too.” You hear voices say from under the table.

You pull your seat back and see Jan’s smiling face looking at you. “Your pussy is still as tasty as in college.” She says.

Your husband climbs out from under the table. “I thought you were going to cum in my mouth moi droog.”

Mike’s face turns a bright shade of red. “I thought it was you. Jan normally doesn’t take me that deep in her mouth. When you took me all the way, I was about to bust a nut.”

“Just like the old days.” Your husband says as he kisses Mike on the cheek.

You are a bit surprised but even more turned on. “My love, how deep can you take him? And can I watch?”

“Only If I can watch you lick Jan’s pussy. I watched her lick yours.” You notice that Mike’s cock is hard, and shiny with saliva.

“Let’s all move to the couch.” Jan says as she stands up.

Her nipples are so hard. You so badly want to suck on them. She and Mike sit on the couch. Their legs spread. You watch as your husband gets on his knees and grabs Mikes hard cock. He licks the tip. You knew your husband “swung both ways” but you have never seen him do it with people you know.

You get close to Jan and kiss her lips. Your fingers slide into her pussy. She is so wet and ready. You pull them out and suck her juices off of them. “Mmmm, so tasty.”But you then stop and look at them. “Wait a minute. I won. You all need to service me first. All of you stand up.” You say in a serious tone.

Your husband stops sucking Mike and stands up, as Mike and Jan do too. You motion for them to move so you can lie on the couch.

Once you do, you spread your legs wide, “Ok one of you start licking my pussy.” As Mike starts to move, you grab his cock. “No. I want to taste you first. Both of them know what you taste like, so I want to suck you first before you lick and fuck me.”

He smiles broadly as he moves to your head. Jan and your husband whisper to each other and then both move down to your pussy.

You look closely at Mike’s nice hard cock. It looks lovely and tasty. He leans over the couch as you slowly lick the tip and hold his shaft firmly. His neatly trimmed bush nicely frames his hard member. You slowly lick along its veiny length. The texture of it feels different on your tongue. It’s slick from the saliva from both Jan and your husband.

Speaking of them, you feel the tongue of one licking your pussy lips and ass as the other is licking around your sensitive clit. It feels good, but you focus on Mike’s tasty cock. You lick and suck his balls as you slowly stroke him.

“You do that so well.” He says as trying to keep from moaning.

You feel a mouth suck your clit firmly as another tongue thrusts into your ass. “That feels so good too.” You think and moan with Mikes balls in your mouth.

You have him shift a bit. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” You say in a low tone. He moves so he can feed you. You lean your head back so you can take him deeply. He slides into your mouth smoothly, going in and out. The texture of his cock feels different but good.

You feel the tongue in your ass move, and the mouth on your clit stop. You want to look down but Mike’s balls are in the way as you take him all the way in your throat.

You feel hands grab your thighs as a tongue trust into your pussy , and you feel the head move back and forth against you. “Jan is licking me as my husband fucks her.” You think.

You can taste Mike’s precum. He pulls out. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he asks.

“Oh, yesss” you moan as Jan rubs your clit with her lubed fingers, and licks your pussy deeply. You feel so much pleasure. You are starting to sweat.

You feel Mike work his cock in and out of your mouth. Pleasure builds in you as you are going to cum all over Jan’s mouth. You feel her moaning in your pussy as your husband fucks her from behind. “Oh God I love this.” You think as you cum. Mike’s cock pulses in your throat as you feel his warm spume inside of you. Your thighs tighten around Jan’s head as you orgasm.
As Mike pulls out, you both are sweating.

“Have I paid for my poker loss?” he asks with a smile. You look down and grab Jan’s head. You pull her closer to you and kiss her deeply, so you both taste Mike and you at the same time.

Your husband pulls from Jan’s pussy. His cock is hard and shiny with her juices.

“Jan, do you want to suck off my husband?” you ask.

She kisses you and smiles “Oh yes, may I? We lost first.”

You release her and watch her get on her knees as your husband stands there, grabbing her head as she sucks him. It has been years since you watched her suck another guy. It looks so sexy, especially since it’s your husband. You ask Mike for some water. He pulls some water bottles from the bar fridge.

It tastes cold and good.

You watch Jan pull your husband’s hard dick from her mouth and stroke it vigorously. Her mouth open. You see his semen shoot into her open mouth.

Your husband is sweating too. You stand and hand him a bottle of water. “That was so hot. I think everyone paid their Poker debts.”

Mike drinks some water too. “So now that the games are done. Should we continue the night here? Or should we move upstairs to the bed?”

“Jan, its your house too. Where do you want us to continue?”

Jan walks over to Mike, taking his water bottle and finishing it. “Let’s continue down here. I think the couch will allow us to try different angles and parings.” She kisses Mike deeply and then grabs his soft cock.

The rest of the night is spent with all four of you switching and swapping. Everyone cums multiple times. You were surprised how sexy it is to watch your husband fuck Mike in the ass as he fucks Jan and you ride Jan’s mouth.

You all sleep on the floor with a few blankets thrown over you.

You wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Your husband is still asleep next to you. Throwing on your jeans and t-shirt, you go upstairs to the kitchen.

Mike is cooking bacon. “Good morning. I hope you enjoyed last night. Would you like some breakfast?”

Jan comes down. She apparently just came from the shower, and is wearing just a robe. She kisses Mike and looks at you. “Yes, please stay for breakfast. I love having you over. I missed you so much.”

You smile, smelling the scent of fresh bacon. “Yes, we’ll have some breakfast. I had forgotten how much fun we used to have. We will have to do this more often.” You say as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Yes, you and your husband need to do this more often.