Chapter 1
Jack left the room to answer the front doorbell. My heart was in my mouth; one instant I didn't want him to answer it and the next instant I did. I heard their voices, heard them walk through the house, and then-
"Honey, I want you to meet Frank Smith," Jack said.
"Hello, Frank Smith," I said, trying desperately to act nonchalant.
"Hi, Mrs. Kelly," he said. "Gee, you're even better looking than Jack said."
He was being coy, and it actually made me blush. Frank Smith knew how I looked, all of me; after all, Jack had certainly shown him enough pictures of me-all of them nude, some lewd beyond description. He was here to see if the pictures were lying-he knew it, and I knew it.
I tried to collect my wits and smiled. God, he was even better than I had hoped for. He was a big man, not good looking, but rugged and masculine, and very muscular. I'd never been fucked by a really muscular man before. The prospect excited me so that I had to turn to the stove to catch my breath.
I felt the wetness in the crotch of my panties and chided myself for my excitement; they would be stained now, and I had wanted them perfect. I couldn't get over how excited I was-more than on my honeymoon, or the first time I cheated on Jack. It seemed like more than a few short weeks ago that I slipped and let Tony have me, and yet I was more excited at this moment. Perhaps it's because this time another man was going to fuck me in front of my husband, and with his blessing. Oh, Jack had never actually said he was bringing Frank Smith to fuck me, but he that's why he came. Jack knew it, Frank knew it, and I knew it.
My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure it showed. I made an effort to collect my wits and turned from the stove.
"Jack has told me a lot about you, Frank," I said.
"All good I hope," Frank said.
"Yes, all good," I answered.
"Geez, Jack, you are one lucky guy to be married to a doll like this," Frank said.
I blushed again, after being so sure that I could never blush after the things I had done.
I said, "You men go in the other room and leave me alone or dinner will never get on the table. There's a pitcher of martinis on the coffee table."
I got things ready and then went in to have a martini with them. I had two, and appreciated the way they settled my nerves. I could tell, too, that Frank appreciated the fact that I hadn't worn a brassiere. My blouse was sheer enough to reveal the dark circles of my nipples and he had a hard time keeping his eyes to himself. His glances were furtive and shy, though, and I had to giggle.
At dinner, I ate slowly, not really wanting anything, but Frank took generous portions and wolfed them down. I hoped his appetite was as strong in other areas.
We returned to the living room for drinks after dinner. Jack made some wild, potent concoction and settled on the couch beside me. Frank sat in a facing chair.
"Isn't she something to look at?" Jack said, sliding his arm around my shoulders.
I quickly uncrossed my legs, realizing how much thigh must be showing, and blushed. My blushing was beginning to annoy me.
"I can't see how a good-looking man like you ever escaped marriage," I said.
"I didn't," Frank said.
"I never knew you were married," Jack said.
"Yeah, but not for long. We fought all the time right from the beginning," he said.
"That's too bad," I said.
"It happens," he said with a shrug. "We split after a couple of years. It makes me appreciate a marriage like you two have. It's obvious how much you think of each other."
After that remark, I drained my glass and handed it to Jack. "Make me another," I said. I didn't want the conversation going any further in that vein; the next step would be devoted husband, faithful wife, and I just didn't feel like a faithful wife, not tonight anyway.
Jack brought the drink and sat back beside me. "Come over here and sit, Frank. You're too far away," he said.
Frank hesitated for a moment, then got up and came over and sat beside me. Jack put his arm around me again and kissed me.
"She is one hell of a kisser, Frank," Jack said. He kissed me again. "Show him, Janet-give Frank a little kiss." I looked at Frank, who was blushing now, and hesitated. "Oh, go on, Jan, give him a kiss; I don't care," he said.
I took Frank's face in my hands and pressed my mouth hard against his. His lips felt taut at first, but quickly relaxed. I held the kiss for a long time and then slowly slid my tongue into his mouth.
"Wow!" Frank Smith said, when we broke apart.
"I like it, too," I said. "Let's do it again."
I put my arms around him this time and moved my tongue suggestively in and out. We kissed for a long time, Frank's tongue doing some moving of its own. I hoped he was getting as excited as I was. We finally separated and I threw my head back, thrusting my tits out, and cried, "Oh, God, I love kissing like that!"
Jack giggled, and I knew he was finally convinced, because he said, "I told you she was one hot woman, Frank." He kissed me and put one of his hands over my tits. "She really has nice titties, Frank, and they're real, too. Feel them and see," he said.
I wondered why Jack insisted on playing some dumb little game. Frank already knew they were real; he'd seen enough pictures of them. But what the hell-he wanted to play games, so I let him.
"Yes, Frank-feel them and see," I said.
I had my eyes closed, but I knew it was Frank feeling my tits, and it thrilled me much more than when Jack felt them. I'm a slut and I know it.
"Take off your blouse, honey," Jack said.
"God, Jack, not in front of Frank," I said, playing the game, but I leaned forward so Jack could unbutton it.
Jack got it unbuttoned and slowly pulled it off. He threw it across the room and said, "See. Nice, huh?"
"Jesus," Frank said.
"They like to be kissed," I said softly.
I sat there, eyes closed, while two men kissed my tits. It was twice as exciting this way with two men all to myself-no other women to distract them: just me. They sucked until both nipples stood up hard and proud.
"Go get the camera, Jack, and let Frank take a picture of you nursing on me," I said.
Jack jumped up and went to the bedroom for the camera.
"Oh God, you've got me so turned on," I moaned. "Kiss me again, Frank."
We were kissing hard when Jack returned. I had my eyes closed, but I could see the brightness of the flesh when it went off.
"It's my turn," Jack said, and pushed Frank away.
"Yes, give him the camera, Jack. You did invite him over here to take naughty pictures of us, didn't you?" I said.
"Yeah," Jack said, and handed him the camera.
"And maybe other things," I said.
Jack grinned. "Maybe," he said.
Jack sat beside me and put his lips over a nipple. I held his face against my tit and closed my eyes. I didn't know if Frank took a picture or not, and I didn't care; I wanted things to move faster. I wanted Frank, but I was still a little nervous, so I had to start with Jack. I reached out, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was as hard as I'd ever felt it.
"It excites you to have another man watch us, doesn't it?" I said.
"Yes," Jack said.
"It excites me, too," I said, and throwing all caution to the wind, looked at Frank. "Take one of me sucking his cock." I could see the lust in Frank's eyes. I bent forward. I held my husband's cock straight up and kissed the scarlet cockhead-kissed it and kissed it and kissed it, sucking the clear ooze from the gaping pisshole. I was far more excited than usual, and knew that it was because Frank was watching. I let my mouth go slowly down the length of Jack's prick until I had it all in w my mouth. I had never taken the whole thing, and almost gagged. Frank had taken several pictures.
I raised up, my mouth shining wet, and kissed Jack on the lips. "Take me in the bedroom, darling, and undress me," I whispered.
He got to his feet and lifted me up in his arms. He's not a big man, but he's strong. I reached down and gripped his hard prick in my fist while he carried me to the bedroom. Frank followed.
Jack stood me on my feet and pulled my skirt to the floor, my panties close behind. I stepped out of the garments and stood before the two men.
"Isn't she something to look at, Frank?" Jack said.
"God, Jack, she's fantastic. The pictures didn't do her justice," Frank said.
I opened my eyes and saw his hunger. He had already seen me naked in pictures, but now he was seeing me in the flesh. I suddenly felt embarrassed and blushed. I felt ashamed, too, and threw myself onto the bed face down.
The shame wasn't permanent because I rolled onto my back and let my legs open wide, revealing my cunt. I couldn't look at them, but I slowly raised and lowered my hips in lewd invitation.
"Look at her, Frank-look at her. Goddamn, she loves showing herself off," Jack said. "Let's get our clothes off, too. Come on, Frank, peel 'em off."
Jack was naked and beside me on the bed very quickly. I could feel his prick against my leg. It was oozing again and smeared wetly against me. He kissed me hard, using his tongue.
"You really like this, don't you, baby?" he said.
"Oh, Jack, my darling, I've never been so hot in my life. Honey, honey, I love you so much-I'm so happy," I moaned.
I felt Frank's weight on the bed beside me, and then he was close, kissing my shoulder. I thought I would come right then.
I kissed Jack fervently, and at the same time stealthily sneaked my hand down to Frank's cock. I gasped as my hand encircled his cock. He had a huge one, the second biggest I had ever felt. Brad Hamilton, Tony and Vera's friend, had a bigger one, but Frank's was bigger than either Tony's or Jack's. I started to work the wonderful thing in my hand and slowly turned away from Jack, magnetized by this marvelous new prick.
I didn't know how it happened so quickly, and I'm sure Jack didn't either, but Frank was suddenly on top of me and I was guiding his big cock into my cunt. His beautiful prick opened me wide, the fat cockhead spreading my cunt lips apart and the huge cockshaft moving in. He pressed and I gasped as inch after beautiful inch pushed into my pussy. I pulled him hard against me, my mouth over his ear, sucking, whispering.
"Oh God, Frank, fuck me ... give it to me-all of it. It's so big-so big and wonderful. I love it-feels so good-so fucking good. Big, big, I like it big." I was humping now, lifting up to get it all, to get him moving. I wanted him moving hard and fast when I came, and that wouldn't be long.
"Fuck me-fuck me-make me come, Frank!" I screamed.
I didn't know it, but Jack was taking pictures, getting us from every angle.
"You knew Jack invited me over her to fuck you, didn't you?" Frank said, hammering into me.
"Yes, yes, of course I knew. I've thought of nothing else since the moment he told me he was having you over. Keep going, darling, don't stop for a second. I'm gonna come-oh Jesus, am I ever gonna come! I love it, I love ... Oh fuck, how I love it!" I screamed.
Oh God, it was wonderful to be fucking Frank with Jack's permission, and while he watched. No regrets, no guilt. I was being fucked and my husband approved, actually wanted it as much as I.
Frank's thick cock was marvelous; I could feel it all the way up inside-probing, thrusting, exciting. I brought my legs up high and exploded into glorious orgasm.
I was still coming hard when I felt Frank's jizz squirting into me. I locked my legs over his back, holding him tightly. He hunched and jerked, his wonderful cock emptying itself into my belly.
"Oh Jesus, Janet, you're so good I just couldn't hold out," he said.
"It's okay, honey-I came, too. Goddamn, did I ever," I gasped. "I can feel it in there all squishy and wet. You really had a load."
"Fuck yes, I had a load. It's been two weeks."
"You poor darling," I said, and kissed him. "You won't ever have to wait that long again. You can fuck me anytime."
"Anytime?"
"Yes, anytime." I didn't think that I had to spell it out and say with or without Jack.
He drained himself inside me and pulled out, dragging his dripping cock across my leg. It left a slick string of come all the way.
I lay panting, exhilarated from my exquisite come, and before I could catch my breath, Jack was on top of me.
"You really liked that, didn't you, Jan?" he said.
"Yes, darling, I loved it," I answered. "You dig having another man fuck you-right?"
"Yes, yes-it's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. Get your cock in me, Jack; I want more. And kiss me, darling, I love you so much for what you just let happen ... and for so many other things." He kissed me. I felt his cock sliding into my cock-hungry hole and grunted with pleasure. "Don't fool around, honey, get it in all the way ... fuck me good. Yeah, baby, yeah, push it to me ... oh, my darling-so good. Yessss, like that-just like that-don't stop, keep going. Don't come-feels so good. Awww shit, feels so good-I love it so much!"
His cock wasn't as big as Frank's, but it had never felt better to me. I needed it-needed it to make the other cocks okay. It wouldn't be any good if Jack didn't fuck me, too. I knew that Jack's cock alone would never be enough, though.
Not after tonight especially, but actually not after the first time I cheated and let Tony fuck me in the car. Tony was in love with me, but I didn't love him, even though I once thought I did. I loved his cock, though, and Brad's and Frank's and probably any other, but I only loved Jack. God, I loved him so much at that moment that I thought I'd explode.
And explode I did! I felt my orgasm rush up on me and grab me and shake me and thrill me and fill me with the best ecstasy in the world. I humped like a demon under my husband, looked to the side, and saw Frank watching us intently. I'M COMING ... OOOOH FUCK, I'M COMING SO GOOD, I cried to him wordlessly, the mute words etched on my agonized lips. I was sure it was the best come I'd ever had, even though I always felt that about each new one.
Jack didn't come, though, and when he was sure I was over the hump, pulled out and brought his gooey cock up to my lips.
"I'm on the ragged edge, Jan, but I want you to suck it out of me. Suck it out and drink it," he cried.
I opened my mouth and let his beautiful cock slide in. It seemed like it belonged there as much as in my cunt, and I wanted his jism in my mouth. He had fucked me to a wonderful come and deserved to spill his cum wherever he wanted. I tasted his prick, tasted my own cunt juice, tasted Frank's milky remains and loved it. I sucked with genuine hunger, wanting the thick, white jizz.
And I got it-oh God, did I get it. It came out in thick globs. Jack grunted with pleasure, and I let it slide down my gullet. I milked him gently with my hand while my mouth pulled it all out. When I had the last puddle in my mouth, I mashed it around with my tongue to get all the taste I could and then let the white hot cum leak down my throat. It burned deliciously all the way.
I lay back a happy, lucky, satisfied woman. I had brought both men off and they had both brought me off. What more could a woman ask?
After Jack rolled off, I lay on my back between the two men, a cock in each hand. Frank's was dry now, but Jack's was still wet. I rolled them lovingly in my hands, detecting a slight lurch from Frank's. He would be ready again very soon.
"Why don't we have a cigarette and a drink and then I'll go down on Frank. I'm sure he wants me to suck him off, too," I said.
Jack went to get the drinks. I slid down on the bed and nuzzled Frank's cock against my cheek. A man's cock is such a marvelous thing, so weak, and innocent looking when it's soft, and so strong and dangerous when hard. I like it both ways, but I like it best when hard. It can do so much more that way.
I held his cock in my hand. God, it was so big, even when soft. I started kissing the cockhead while my hand moved down to fondle his balls. I cupped them in my hand; they felt so smooth and cool, expecially after the heat of his cockshaft.
"Why are your balls so cool?" I asked.
"They have to be or the cum will be damaged. That's why they hang in a bag outside the body," he told me.
"Why do they say a guy has hot balls, then?"
"It's just an expression meaning a guy is hot to go."
"You're so smart, Frank," I exclaimed.
"I'm a walking book of knowledge," he said with a laugh.
"Yes," I said, "but I love you for your cock." I took the big cockhead in my mouth and sucked.
"Here, here, none of that," Jack said, walking in with the drinks.
I sat up and we all sat on the bed and drank. I kept playing with Frank's cock, though, and he was pretty well hard by the time we finished. I handed Jack my glass and bent to my task.
I had barely started to suck him when I realized Jack was taking pictures. I sucked until Frank was completely hard and then suggested we pose. Jack readily agreed. I held Frank's cock against my cheek, between my tits, and finally put it in my cunt. God, it felt good in there-so big and filling. I really wanted him to fuck me again, but he wanted a blow job. I kind of wanted his come in my mouth, anyway, so I complied.
I had him close to coming when I realized Jack's head was between my legs. I opened wide for him and almost swooned when his lips closed over my pussy. It thrilled me so to have him eating me while I sucked another man's prick.
I held Frank's cock in a vise-like grip at the base, but kept sucking while Jack ate me. I felt my orgasm sweeping over me and let go of Frank's prick. My cunt filled to bursting with immense pleasure and then Frank's sticky cum was squirting into my mouth. Frank had a lot of cum for me. I waited until I had most of it in my mouth before I swallowed. It was slippery and sticky at the same time, and slid sluggishly down my throat. I loved it the way it clung to my teeth and tongue, reluctantly going down my gullet in slippery strings.
My orgasm was marvelous, like a thousand needle pricks in my belly and at the same time a warm numbing in my legs. It was the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience and I wanted it to last forever. It didn't, though.
"Jesus Christ, that was good," I gasped.
"Goddamn, yes," Frank snorted.
I rested my head on Frank's stomach while Jack finished his suck job. We lay for a long time like that, but I finally sat up and suggested that Frank take some pictures of Jack and I. Jack was up again, his cock standing proud. It wasn't as big as Frank's, but it was every bit as hard.
I posed lewdly, remembering that not so long ago I wouldn't even let him take a picture of me with my skirt lifted. I hoped they would be good, especially the ones with Frank and me; I wanted something to remember this night by.
I was still incredibly turned on and Jack had no more than put his prick inside me before I was coming again.
"Oh, God-oh, fuck-my darling, I'm coming!" I screamed. "Fuck me, Jack-fuck me good!" I held him tightly to me, my legs over his back, my arms over his neck. "So good, honey-so fucking good. Oh, baby, you fuck so nice. I love you so much. I love your cock so much. I love it so much when you fuck me." I kept up a steady crooning patter while we humped furiously. I petted his head with my hands and his prick with my pussy. "Last a couple more minutes and I swear I'll come again."
He lasted longer than a couple of minutes, and miracle of miracles, I came again. It was duller than before-heavier, actually-not a bursting, wild thing, but it filled me completely. It rolled through me, touching each and every nerve, exciting every tendon in my body. I lay moaning and grunting, hoping I wouldn't pass out. I didn't, but I was awfully close to it.
I finally regained my senses and said, "Now, that's what I call fucking."
"You really dig it, don't you?" Frank said.
"I love it, Frank. This has been one of the best evenings of my life. We must do it again." I said it, but I knew that I would rather have Jack bring someone else next time. A new man would be more exciting; it would be the whole thing all over again, only without the uneasiness. The thought made me tingle in spite of my sated condition.
We had another drink and then Frank decided it was time for him to go home. I walked him to the door and told him to come by anytime, with or without Jack. He declined, saying he wouldn't think of doing this without good old Jack, but I knew if he got the hornies some night and didn't have a woman, his conscience wouldn't deter him. It wouldn't deter me, either.
I went back to the bedroom and had another drink with Jack, marveling at how much booze I could hold. A short time ago, before I started drinking every night, I'd have been fall-down drunk by now. I mixed us still another and sat with Jack on the bed, my hand gently fondling his soft cock.
"That was fun," I said.
"Yeah, I enjoyed it, too," Jack said. "Did you think I was really going to have him over?"
"Well, I wasn't sure-not until he came walking into the kitchen. Didn't you ever think I might back out?"
"No," he said.
"Not for a minute."
"Not for a minute."
"That's not very flattering."
"Honey, you made it pretty obvious that you wanted to try it with another guy."
"Yes, I guess I did." He looked at me oddly, as though waiting for me to admit that there had been others before Frank. I looked away, sipping at my drink.
"Well, we've tried it," he finally said, "and...." He paused. "Would you like to do it again?"
"I wouldn't mind," I said, matter-of-factly. "I am curious, though, why you had him over-I mean, why you wanted him to fuck me."
"I'm not completely sure myself. There's a lot of reasons, I suppose, but mostly I was afraid I couldn't satisfy you."
"Darling, no," I cried, "you've always satisfied me.
"Not completely, honey. I could tell that sometimes you wanted more. Your desire was increasing and mine seemed to be ebbing. I knew I couldn't keep up with you. Then you let me take nude pictures of you and I got excited again."
"You've been a fantastic lover, darling," I said.
"You know why? Well, when you started coming home later and later from your Thursday night bridge club, and always half-loaded, and started letting me take dirtier and dirtier pictures ... well, I suspected that you were cheating on me."
"What!" I screamed, "How could you, Jack?" I hoped I was acting indignant enough.
"Honey, it excited me. I still don't know ... for sure. Don't really want to." He stopped then to give me time to confess. I didn't. "And then that night you were so late and I called up Wilma and she said she wasn't playing bridge with you and hadn't for several weeks; well, what was I to believe?"
"I explained that, darling. I had a new partner."
I felt a slight surge in his cock. I drained my glass, put it on the headboard, and slowly jerked off his growing cock.
"That feels nice, baby," he said. "I know you have a new partner, honey, but I still wanted to think you were cheating on me. I guess I'm nuts."
"No, you're not, but you're getting hard," I said.
"Yeah. Unbelievable. Anyway, I started showing pictures of you at the plant and it excited me. The dirtier the pictures, the more excited I got, and I wondered if I would get even more excited if I let another man see you naked. I knew I would and one thought followed another until I wanted to see another man fuck you, so I decided to have Frank over."
"I know that," I said. His cock was good and hard again. "Fuck me again, Jack. Bury that beautiful thing up inside me and leave it there all night."
I wanted it in there, alive and throbbing, before I was completely unconscious. The booze was getting to me. He rolled on top of me and slid easily in. God, it felt so good-and I had thought I was all fucked out. "Oh, Jack, fuck me," I whispered. "Feels so good, darling. Ooooooh, Jack, honey, yesssss!" I'm so glad I sent the kids away for the whole night. We need this time together, just the two of us, alone ... so we can fuck and fuck and fuck. Fuck me the rest of the night, Jack."
"Aw, baby, you feel so good," Jack moaned. "I don't care if you have cheated on me. I love you so much."
"Jack, my darling, you know I wouldn't cheat on you, not ever. You know that, don't you? I mean really know it, deep down."
"Yes, honey, I know it," he said.
"I hope you do, Jack, because I would never, never, never cheat on you," I cried, knowing that I would never, never, never tell him. I didn't need to cheat on him anymore, anyway-it was so much better when he watched, and so much better afterwards.
My conscience did prick at me a little, though. After all, I had cheated with two other men. And God, I could never tell him of my moment of supreme weakness when I let our little son fuck me, no matter how guilty I felt. I certainly must never do that again.
"Honey, I love you more than ever after tonight. It was wonderful. Love you! Love you! Love you!" I gasped.
"We'll do it again, Jan," he said.
"Yes, yes, yes-we have to," I cried. "Jack, it feels good. Keep fucking me. Fuck me, baby!"
I started to come just as I passed out. I remember thinking that I don't need to cheat anymore, not when it feels like this without it.