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Here we go again, laughed Shanna. It certainly hadn't taken the boys long to get started tonight, she thought to herself wickedly. She had pretty much guaranteed that the men would start in on her right away with her provocative choice of attire for the evening. They had barely finished dinner before her husband Brad and their neighbor Steve had started teasing her about having a threesome for the umpteenth time as they sat at the dinner table.
The boys could at least have waited until the dishes were cleared, Shanna laughed to herself, with them all comfortably on the couch watching the baseball game, before launching their next effort to cajole and proposition her into a threesome. Invariably, she ended up sandwiched between the two men on the couch fending off their roving hands as they got friskier and vainly attempted to proposition her.
When the boys got distracted talking baseball, Shanna got a respite from their ceaseless attention. As she sat there quietly and contemplatively, Shanna mused about how they had got to where they were now.
It had been two years since Steve had moved in next door and they had become increasingly close friends. In that time Shanna had ceased to be offended by the men's lewd suggestions, often taunting them to "dream on" as she sparred with them good naturedly on the couch. Shanna had three older brothers growing up and she had long since become used to the concept of 'boys being boys.' As a matter of fact, because she was the only girl among her siblings, she had become somewhat of a tomboy early on and learned to give as good as she got.
It was all harmless fun, Shanna had decided. And besides, they were all still young and in their prime and a little fun never hurt anyone. And why not fool around a little? Both men were tall and handsome, and she knew she was a heartbreaker. She had the beauty pageant trophies and sashes to prove it, she proudly reminded herself.
At five foot ten and 135 pounds, she was tall for a woman and had long shapely legs as well as a rocking 38-25-36 figure and she knew that she was more woman than most men could handle. With lustrous brown hair that flowed to the middle of her back, flawless skin with a golden tan and penetrating green eyes, she knew men lusted after her and she enjoyed their attention. She had once overheard a man call her an Amazon from an adjoining booth when they were out to dinner and she took it as a high compliment.
And the boys weren't too bad either, Shanna thought to herself. Brad was six foot one with the lean 195 pound frame of a long-distance runner. His blonde hair, blue eyes and surfer's tan made him look younger than the 31 years old they both were. Brad was an extremely successful realtor. So successful, in fact, that Shanna no longer had to work.
Although Shanna had earned six figures working part time as a nude dancer at one of LAs busiest clubs, she was happy to forego the creeps who frequented the club and the fear that one of them might follow her home some evening. She had always worked her shifts and gone straight home, never embracing the lifestyle, and never accepting the lucrative 'side gigs' that were offered to the girls. Brad was relieved when Shanna stepped away from her dancing career as well and happy he could afford to let her do so.
Their neighbor Steve was a general contractor with his own small but lucrative company. Steve was a few years older and she knew Brad thought of him as the older brother he never had. With reddish blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes, they could indeed have passed for brothers. At six foot six and 225 pounds, Steve was a real specimen with his broad muscular shoulders, deep tan and his Marlboro man good looks that extended right down to his mustache.
Steve towered over Shanna and having men tower over her wasn't a feeling she was used to. It unnerved her and added to her sense of excitement and anxiety when she was near him. Nor did Steve's sexiness escape Shanna's attention either and neither did Shanna noticing it escape Brad's attention as well. It had been an immediate topic of discussion between husband and wife after the three had first met.
As Shanna sat there at the table musing, she suddenly realized she was letting her mind wander far afield and she reeled herself back in.
"Why don't you boys go sit down and turn on the game," said Shanna as she abandoned her daydreaming and got up from the table. "I'll clear the table and get us fresh beers. I'll be right in."
"Well, hurry back gorgeous," said Steve as he walked across the great room toward the couch. "Maybe tonight we'll have a double header."
"I thought there was just one game ton..." Shanna started to say, before her voice trailed off momentarily as she realized what Steve was trying to insinuate.
"Oh, OK, I get it. Dream on sport!" shot back Shanna sarcastically. "Your second game is going to be called because of rain...and that's because I'm going to rain on your parade!"
Everyone laughed as the men took their seats in front of the TV and Shanna headed to the kitchen.
"Shot down in flames again," Shanna thought to herself, smiling.
It was a matter of pride to Shanna that she would not let her husband Brad, or their neighbor Steve embarrass her or make her blush as they incessantly badgered her to join them in a ménage à trois. Shanna had never thought of it as anything more than good natured kidding, even if it was risqué and somewhat disrespectful of her...at least that had been the case until recently.
But as time had gone by, the two men became far more overt in their suggestions and had long since moved beyond double entendres and naughty innuendos...as had their hands. Their roving hands now found their desired marks with increasing frequency. This was due in part to them becoming increasingly bold and also because Shanna had relented and was now only putting up token resistance.
Steve's sexual overtures didn't seem to bother her husband at all, Shanna realized. In fact, just the opposite was true. It had not escaped Shanna's attention that her husband Brad seemed to be excited by it, judging from the bulge in his pants when they were on the couch together fooling around.
Truth be told, Shanna had also come to enjoy the thrill of feeling the men's hands as they had progressed from occasionally glancing across her breasts to brazenly groping her through her blouse and bra. They were also no longer content to just stroke the inside of her thighs. Now their hands were meeting at the confluence of her long legs as they stroked her most sensitive place through her shorts and panties. They would continue until they made her moan softly and she would wriggle free, and then retreated to the bathroom.
She would always return to the couch with a new round of beers and look cool and collected, as though nothing had happened. What the men did not know was that once she was in the bathroom, Shanna would drop her shorts down around her ankles as she leaned back against the bathroom counter and thrust her fingers inside her wet pussy, quietly finishing herself off as the orgasm she had been stifling coursed through her body.
This scenario was playing out once or twice a week now and though nothing was said, all three looked forward to the harmless petting and no one tried to push things too far. None of them felt any shame or guilt, since both husband and wife were willing participants, and also because Shanna never let it go too far.
Shanna was pretty sure that the men, if carried away by their lust and the alcohol, would take things as far as they could go. But she was comfortable that she was in control and could end things when her husband and Steve started to push things too far. Shanna was less comforted by the knowledge that she herself was letting things go farther with each new session on the couch.
The fantasies the men shared with each other had become the source of Shanna and Brad's pillow talk. And when Steve joined them, he only reinforced the lurid images that filled Shanna's dreams and daydreams with his suggestive banter at the dinner table and later on the couch as he whispered in her ear as he fondled her.
They had long since passed the point where their conversations were just playful teasing and harmless banter, Shanna realized. And as the men's hands had increasingly become more adventurous, Shanna's will to fend them off had faded as she grew to crave their touch.
Shanna's thoughts were now filled with vivid images of the men's fantasies as well as her own. With each new petting session on the couch Shanna had resigned herself to the fact that it was only a matter of time before their mutual fantasies would become reality. Shanna's anxiety and anticipation had never been higher than they were tonight as she finished up in the kitchen as she listened to the men's banter from the living room.
"It's starting to rain," said Steve. "Do you think the Dodgers are going to be able to get the game in tonight?"
"It doesn't look like the storm has reached them yet," replied Brad. "It is moving in from the north. It probably won't hit them for another hour. But it is really kicking up here."
"Whatever will we do if the game is called?" asked Brad, sardonically.
"I have no idea," replied Steve, mimicking Brad's tone.
"I'm sure we'll think of something," retorted Brad. "Did you see how Shan is dressed tonight?"
"You mean the halter top and mini-skirt instead of a blouse and short-shorts?" replied Steve.
"Yeah, a halter top with those spaghetti strap things with her boobs spilling out," said Brad.
"Yeah, I did kind of notice," deadpanned Steve.
"She's not wearing panties either," added Brad. "Do you think she is sending us a message?"
"I guess we'll find out," said Steve, his voice betraying his excitement. "If things progress, are you sure you want to take it all the way with your wife? I don't want to lose my two closest friends over this."
"Yeah, sure," replied Brad, not really convinced that his wife would actually go through with it when push came to shove. Brad had the sense that Shanna liked the teasing and titillation, but would back out if things got too serious. Steve, on the other hand, was of the opinion that any woman, under the right circumstances, could willingly be turned into a slut and whore. Brad doubted this was true of his wife.
"I think the way she is dressed, or more to the point, the way she is not dressed," remarked Steve, "is her sending us a message."
"Maybe so," said Brad, before quickly adding, "but you need to take the lead."
"Why me?" asked Steve, not sure what Brad was getting at.
"Because if I take the lead and she shoots us down there will be hell to pay between us," said Brad, before adding, "and she'll never let me live it down. If she shoots you down, it just ends there."
"And why would I want to shoot Steve?" asked Shanna, her voice full of mock curiosity. "Has he done something bad?"
The men looked at each other with the same question filling their faces, "How long has she been standing there?"
"Has he done something naughty I don't know about?" said Shanna, as she finished crossing the room.
"No, no, no," replied Brad quickly, feigning an air of innocence, before adding, "at least not yet."
"Ah, huh!" replied Shanna warily as she bent over, placing the fresh beers on the coffee table and making sure both men got a good long look at her firm, bare breasts as they swayed back and forth beneath the loose halter. "Eat your heart out boys!" she thought to herself. "It's my turn to be a tease tonight."
As she rounded the table on Steve's side to sit between them, Steve suddenly pulled Shanna down on his lap, starling her, since this was a bold move he had never attempted before.
"Truth be told, I was just telling Brad I wanted to get a closer look at the lovely halter you are wearing this evening," said Steve as the surprised and flummoxed Shanna sat on his lap. "It is very complementary. It really highlights your...ah...assets."
"Humm," purred Shanna, trying to regain her composure. "I thought I would mix it up and wear something different tonight. You boys like?"
"Yeah, oh yeah, for sure," was their collective response as Shanna shimmied from Steve's lap to sit between the men. Again, trying to collect herself, Shanna looked up at the TV for a moment to see that she had only missed the first inning. It was still 0-0 against the Giants. Shanna also noticed that it had suddenly become darker outside and that the rain was starting to come down really hard as the thunder and lightning grew nearer.
At the same time, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, Steve reached down to adjust his aroused penis, pushing it down his thigh along the inside of his shorts. He also self-consciously pulled the shorts lower on his leg when he saw the engorged purple head of his tool protruding from them. Steve's muscle hardened even more when he saw the large moist spot on his shorts and realizing that Shanna's bare pussy was wet and aroused too.
Distracted from the TV when she saw Steve fidgeting next to her, Shanna's anxiety and arousal surged even more when she saw the bulbous head of Steve's penis snake out from beneath his shorts and pulsate briefly before Steve was able to cover it with the bottom of his shorts again. Shanna's heart raced. "Oh my God!" she thought to herself, "That thing reaches almost to his knee!"
Shanna's breathing became shallow momentarily as her heart beat faster and her chest heaved in and out. That big purple orb was somewhere between the size of a golf and tennis ball, she marveled, as she fixated on its girth and length. She would have to reevaluate her fantasies, thought Shanna naughtily as her heart continued to throb.
Brad had sat back and watched both Steve and Shanna with amusement so far. From his standpoint, things were getting interesting. Reaching under Shanna's halter with his left hand, Brad gently squeezed his wife's engorged left nipple between his thumb and index finger as he rolled them slightly and leaned in to whisper in her ear as she swatted his hand away.
"So, now that you have seen it, how do you rate Steve on a scale of one to eight," whispered Brad mischievously.
Slowly turning her head to look at her husband, Shanna flashed him a wicked smile and leaned forward to whisper in his ear before kissing it.
"Oh, from what I've seen, I think we may have to rate him on a scale of ten or twelve," breathed Shanna into her husband's ear as she squeezed his penis through his shorts.
"But let's not get ahead of ourselves," added Shanna in a more conversational tone as she abruptly sat upright. "It's the Dodgers vs Giants. We have a baseball game to watch. You boys need to drink your beers before they get warm."
Both men leaned forward and picked up their beers from the coffee table, took a hit and noticed for the first time that the thunder and lightning were practically on top of them now.
"And now we head to the top of the second inning tied 0-0 with the Giants coming to bat," said the announcer.
"The giants sure do seem to be swinging big bats tonight," said Shanna, knowing the men would catch her naughty double meaning.
"You sure you can 'dodge' them tonight?" parried Brad mischievously as he sat back, lifting Shanna's left arm to the back of the couch as he nuzzled in close to her. Seeing this, Steve followed suit from Shanna's other side.
"Now you boys have a baseball game to watch," scolded Shanna. "Don't let me distract you."
"We can hear the ballgame," said Steve as he took the lead and reached under Shanna's halter and circled her nipple and whispered in her ear, his breath warm on her throat.
Shanna moaned, stunned by Steve's boldness and exhilarated when she felt her husband's hand kneading and mauling her other breast, apparently content to let his friend join in ravishing her breasts.
"Oh, please! Take things slow," panted Shanna, her voice quivering as she continued to talk nervously in an endless stream of consciousness. "I'm still not sure how far I'm willing to go. I,..I know you both want this so much, but please be patient with me. It's...it's such a big step for me as a woman, for my marriage. It frightens me..."
Brad cut Shanna's words short as he reached up with his left hand, gently gripping her chin and turning her head toward him as he thrust his tongue down her throat in a long passionate kiss. Once she responded in kind, he withdrew, turning her to face Steve, inviting him to kiss his wife as well, interested to see just how far Shanna would go. Once again, Shanna's heart raced as she parted her lips and felt Steve's tongue invade her mouth in an even more passionate kiss.
"Oh God!" moaned Shanna once Steve broke off the kiss and the men began kissing and licking their way up and down the sides of her throat as her breasts heaved in and out, each in the firm grip of the men's hands as they kneaded and mauled them.
"Please, oh please, slow down," begged Shanna. "This is just way too fast for me. I never meant for it to go this far tonight."
Suddenly the evening twilight that had filled the room was replaced with a sudden flash of bright light and was almost instantly followed by a loud boom. And then darkness and silence filled the room as the TV cut off along with everything else electrical in the house.
"Hell, the storm knocked the power out," said Brad.
"No more baseball," said Steve wryly as he licked his way up Shanna's neck. "Whatever shall we do?"
Caught in the darkness the men never stopped kissing and licking Shanna's throat or kneading and mauling her breasts. Now Shanna felt Steve slipping the spaghetti strap from her shoulder and letting the halter slip from her breast. Almost immediately Steve had Shanna's breast cupped in his hand as he surrounded her nipple with his lips and began to suck and lick, causing her to sigh sexily.
The next flash of lightning surprised Brad as he saw Steve hungrily feeding on his wife's breast, pushing things another step further. Brad was ambivalent about this further escalation, but he played along wondering how far Shanna would let things go. So Brad lowered the halter on the other side and began devouring his wife's other breast as the flimsy halter fell into her lap as Steve moved her hand down to grip his throbbing muscle. Seeing this, Brad did the same, now worrying just how far Shanna might get carried away.
"Ohhh! OHHHHHH!" sighed Shanna as she slumped back on the couch, her body limp and willing; lost in the moment as the darkness enveloped her and with only the sound of the rain and her own moans filling the emptiness.
There were three quick bursts of lightning that overlapped and Brad could see the dreamy look on Shanna's face. It was apparent to him that Shanna's head was spinning and that she had been carried away to the dream world of the her erotic fantasies they shared in bed. Shanna had a dreamy, vacant look on her face. How far would his wife go, Brad wondered, not sure he really wanted to know, but somehow feeling compelled to find out.
"Pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, would you?" asked Brad impulsively, knowing that the bigger and more muscular Steve could more easily lift and carry Shanna. But even more important, Brad knew, Steve carrying Shanna to the bedroom would mirror one of their often-shared fantasies, something Shanna would enjoy. Brad was already at the hallway that led to the bedroom as he spoke. "I'll go ahead and light some candles."
I guess we'll find out just how far Shanna is willing to take this, thought Brad as we hurried around the bedroom lighting candles. Brad's ambivalence was growing by the moment. Would Shanna go all the way? He wasn't really sure he wanted her to. But on the other hand, one of his most vivid fantasies was watching Shanna being impaled on a huge cock that drove her wild to the point of ecstasy. And God knows, Steve had that kind of cock.
And besides, Brad told himself, if that is what Shanna wants, he shouldn't stand in her way, regardless of his own feelings.
Steve wasn't far behind Brad as he stood and lifted Shanna into his arms. She stirred from her dreamlike state briefly and saw Brad lighting candles as Steve carried her down the hallway. Her heart raced, realizing that Brad was intent on making their fantasy a reality. The muscular Steve had Shanna firmly in his arms and was carrying her to the bedroom. Shanna smiled dreamily as she was carried the rest of the way down the hallway, knowing she was about to be ravished by her husband and his stud friend.
Approaching the bedroom door, Shanna could see the candlelight flickering inside, just as she had imagined it countless times. As they walked through the doorway, Shanna looked to her left and yes, her husband was sitting their naked on a chair in the corner, leering at her hungrily and stroking his manhood...just as she had imagined it, so many times.
The tingling began again between Shanna's legs and radiated from there, making her entire body tremble with desire. It was really going to happen, just as they had imagined it. Just as she had dreamed about it countless times. She knew the men could not be turned back now. She knew that she could not turn back now.
Steve walked to the bottom of the king bed and lowered Shanna to her feet, steadying her as he gently gripped her biceps until she had her legs under her. Shanna looked up into Steve's eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
"Can you stand on your own?" asked Steve quietly.
"Yes, yes, I think so," answered Shanna, dreamily.
"Then disrobe for me," ordered Steve. "I've waited way too long to see your luscious body. I can't wait any longer."
Instinctively, Shanna turned her head to look toward her husband seeking his approval.
"Don't look at your husband," said Steve, his voice soft but firm. "For now, all he is going to do is watch, just like in the fantasy. Now take off your clothes. And when you are done, remove mine."
Shanna stood frozen for a moment, facing away from her husband and casting her eyes downward as she avoided making eye contact with Steve.
"Come on Shanna, get on with it," urged Steve impatiently. "You know you want it."
Heaving a sigh, Shanna finally made eye contact with Steve and lifted her halter over her head and cast it to the foot of the bed.
"Now the skirt," said Steve, his voice more urgent and excited now that he had seen just how perfectly round and pert Shanna's breasts were, and how hard and lush her brown, thimble-sized nipples were as well.
Shanna looked up at Steve as he devoured her breasts with his hungry eyes, realizing it was useless fight it any further. Her hands were shaking as she fidgeted with the zipper on the back of the short skirt, and as she pulled it down she turned to face her husband, overcome with shame as she let it fall to her feet.
"I've already told you, Shanna, your husband is just going to watch," said Steve. "He's already seen your bare baby pussy. Now turn around and let me feast my eyes on your fabulous, wet pussy."
Shanna swerved around as Steve said "bare baby pussy" with an unmistakable look of surprise, her entire body turning a bright shade of red from head to toe and it was apparent even in the dim candlelight.
"You didn't think I already knew?" Steve quietly laughed. "There's very little about your sexual wants, needs and desires I don't already know about at this point my lustful little flower. Your husband has shared everything I need to know about you. Just how you like to have your pussy licked, which positions you prefer, exactly how to make you cum loud and hard. How we are going to please you and make you beg for more... that's been our main topic of conversation for a very long time."
Shanna looked up at Steve, her eyes a mixture of defiant anger tinged with unbridled lust. She just starred at Steve, her breasts heaving but with her hands held submissively behind her back, just as the fantasy dictated.
"Now undress me," demanded Steve. "Don't you want to see the special gift I have been saving for you?"
Again, Shanna hesitated briefly.
"Do it now, Shanna. Unwrap your gift," demanded Steve as he grabbed Shanna's shoulders and pulled her toward him. "Do it, this is your fantasy too. Remember?"
Shanna looked up into Steve's eyes as he towered over her, then lowered her head submissively. She began unbuttoning his silk camp shirt slowly as her fingers trembled. When she was finished, she slid it from his broad shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing his chiseled, muscled and well-tanned chest.
Steve placed both of his hands on Shanna's shoulders again and encouraged her to her knees as she unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Steve wore no underwear, so his penis sprung free as she lowered his shorts to the floor.
Shanna's eyes widened as she looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at her.
"That's right, it's all for you and just you. At least for now," said Steve, laughing to himself. "Once you've finished coaxing it to life, I'll fill each of your lovely orifices like you've never had them filled before, with every inch of this." Steve slapped the side of Shanna face with his penis.
Shanna's eyes widened yet again. A look of astonishment and disbelief coursing across her face.
"That's right, baby girl. It's not even angry yet," said Steve. "You've got work to do."
Once again Shanna froze, unable to move. She crossed her arms to cover her breasts and sat back on her haunches, paralyzed and not knowing what to do.
"What's the matter, you don't want your gift?" teased Steve as he bent over and whispered in her ear. "I know your husband wants to watch me give it to you. Don't believe me? Then turn around and look at him."
Steve pulled Shanna to her feet by her biceps and spun her around to face her husband, as she blushed in shame. She almost immediately diverted her eyes, casting them downward.
Brad was sure that this was it, this was the point when Shanna would call things off. Brad sat drained of emotion, unsure of himself and of his wife. He never thought she would let things go this far. How much further would she go? Was Steve right? Would Shanna be enticed by Steve's huge cock to become a slut and whore too?
"Oh come now, Shanna. Why the sudden modesty?" prodded Steve. "Surely you've seen each other naked before. Or is it something else?"
Shanna tried to wrest herself from Steve's grip and turn away, but he turned her toward her husband again. This time holding her in place by her breasts as he mauled them with his hands. He then covered both her breasts with his left arm, grabbing tightly onto her right breast and letting the index and middle finger on his right hand find the slit in her bare wet pussy as she unconsciously spread her legs wider to accommodate his invading fingers. Shanna's body involuntarily throbbed with passion as Steve's fingers found their mark. The more she tried to wriggle free, the more aroused she became.
"There, look at your husband," whispered Steve into Shanna's ear so only she could hear. "Look how hard he has become watching me manhandle you. Look how lustful his eyes became when I started fingering your wet pussy and you rocked up and down on my fingers. Imagine how much harder he'll become when I fill you with my cock and make you scream for more."
Steve was thrusting his fingers in and out of Shanna's pussy harder now and she rocked and swayed until his fingers furiously massaged her clit and she exploded. Shanna squealed and moaned as her body writhed in Steve's arms.
Once Shanna's body was no longer convulsing in orgasm she went limp and Steve let her sink to the floor onto all fours, her chest heaving in and out and her breasts flopping wildly around as she tried to catch her breath.
"Look at your poor husband, Shanna," said Steve. "Look at the anguished look on his face. He is so close. Show some mercy on him and crawl over there and get him off, Shanna. Take him down your throat and take care of him in his moment of need. Go on!"
Shanna crawled to her husband and looked up into his suddenly emotionless eyes. Not getting any reaction, Shanna suddenly felt uneasy, but nevertheless began sucking him passionately. She assumed that he was feeling pangs of jealousy. She had warned him this might happen many times when he prodded her to go through with their tryst with Steve. He had told her to ignore it, if it happened, that he would get over it. Now she could only hope he would.
To Shanna's relief, it wasn't very long before Brad arched his back and she felt him throbbing in her mouth and throat as he exploded in huge waves of cum as he grabbed the sides of her head, pushing himself deeper into her throat just as he usually did.
Gulping vigorously, Shanna took his whole load, only allowing a little to drip down his shaft. Quickly licking the errant drops from her husband's penis, Shanna set about resurrecting his muscle once again, lavishing it with her tender attention. When it was nearly erect Shanna looked up at her husband as they starred at each other ambivalently and was about to speak when Steve preempted her.
"Very nice," said Steve, interrupting. "Now crawl over here and do the same for me."
Shanna turned and slowly crawled toward Steve with a slinky feline grace.
"I'm not completely hard yet," continued Steve as she crawled toward him. "But a few thrusts down your lovely throat should get me there. And then I'll rock your world."
When Shanna had turned around, she saw that Steven had moved to the bottom of the bed and was leaning back on his elbows with his massive prick hanging over the edge between his spread legs. Shanna had immediately started to become aroused again at the sight of it, but also had some trepidation about trying to take all of it down her throat. Excitement and apprehension coursed through Shanna's body as she crawled toward Steve.
Once Shanna was at the foot of the bed, she leaned forward and sensuously rubbed her cheek against Steve's growing penis where it met his pubic hair. Shanna let her hands explore the full length of Steve's massive tool for the first time as she let out an excited gasp of recognition.
"So you like your new toy?" asked Steve.
Shanna rubbed her cheek against Steve growing muscle as she shook her head yes.
Brad couldn't hear what they were saying from across the room, but the sight of his wife kneeling submissively between another mans legs as she lovingly rubber her face against his huge cock was an image Brad would not soon get out of his mind. The fact that his wife's sex juices were streaming down the inside of both her thighs like a bitch in heat only reinforced the mental image.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Brad was beginning to believe that Steve was right, under the right circumstances any woman was capable of being a slut and a whore, even his wife. Brad continued to look across the room as Steve continued to have his way with his wife.
"Good, then you need to get me really hard," whispered Steve. "So, I can fill places inside you that you didn't know exist."
"You'll never get all of this monster into my pussy," sighed Shanna as she started to lick and kiss Steve's scrotum, and knead his massive balls. "But I'll take all of it I can."
"Now wipe all of that nice slick pussy juice that's oozing from you all over your hands. Then rub it into my cock and suck me down your beautiful throat to finish getting me hard," said Steve as he ran his hand through Shanna's hair.
Shanna did as she was told and her hands glided up and down Steve's shaft as she rubbed more and more of her own slick lubricant into his growing muscle. Shanna valiantly tried to take Steve's penis down her throat. It was nearly as round as a beer bottle and she initially struggled to get even its swollen bulbous head inside her mouth, stretching her jaws as far as they would go.
Ultimately, Steve lifted Shanna up onto the end of the bed and stood up, allowing one of his feet to rest of the bed next to her as he grasped her head and slowly began to penetrate her throat. He had her angled on the bed and Shanna realized that was so her husband could watch. She snuck a glance and he appeared to be rock hard again and he was slowly stroking his penis. They made eye contact and Shanna was relieved to see that his eyes had returned to life and were now full of lust, as were her own.
Steve had been slowly seesawing his cock into Shanna's mouth allowing her to breathe on the backstrokes. But suddenly he drove almost the full length of his cock down her throat in one swift motion and kept making short thrusts into her throat as her whole body began to shake uncontrollably because she couldn't breathe. Her frantic whines were barely audible as she pushed with her hands against his body to try and free herself. Finally, Steve pulled out and Shanna gagged as she tried to clear her windpipes and breathe.
Once Shanna had regained her composure, she looked up to see that Steve's cock was fully erect and it sent chills up and down her spine, just thinking that it would soon be inside her.
"Turn around on all fours and face your husband," said Steve as he repositioned his own body. "I want you looking at your husband while I fuck you, and you at him. Just as we've talked about."
"Yes!" rasped Shanna eagerly as she positioned herself at the end of the bed, grabbing the edge of the mattress for support.
Steve was kneeling behind her now and using his hands to spread the lips of Shanna's labia apart.
"Spread your legs wider and lean forward until your tits are touching the bed," ordered Steve.
Shanna and Brad's eyes were locked on each other now. As Shanna felt the bulbous head of Steve's cock rub up against the sensitive lips to her pussy it twitched and Shanna sighed excitedly. Shanna kept her gaze fixated on her husband as Steve pushed into her pussy.
Steve slowly penetrated Shanna as the walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. When the head of Steve's penis was finally inside her, Shanna let out an exultant moan. But as Steve pushed deeper and deeper inside her, her eyes became wide with fear and her moans became urgent pleas.
The deeper Steve entered her, the more her body began to shake and she pounded her feet up and down on the bed as she struggled as Steve's gargantuan cock stretched her pussy wider and wider. Brad looked on in rapt fascination, his own cock rock hard as he watched his wife struggle to take Steve's huge cock.
"Oh God! It's so big!" cried out Shanna. "Oh God! It's too big, it's too big. Oh God, please. Take it out! Take it out!"
Steve had a firm grip on each side of Shanna's ass and he kept pushing deeper, paying no attention to her pleas.
"Oh please! Pleasseee!" begged Shanna as her eyes grew wider yet and tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked to her husband Brad for sympathy, but he was stroking his cock, enjoying the sight of his friend conquering his wife's pussy.
Finally, Steve quit pushing when he could feel Shanna's cervix and he paused briefly as she continued to moan uncomfortably.
Eventually, Steve withdrew a couple of inches before pushing back inside and bottoming out again. This time Shanna sighed pleasurably. Then Steve withdrew four inches before pushing back inside and finding Shanna's cervix again. This time Shanna let out a pleasurable moan as she raised her ass in the air to meet the inward thrust. Next Steve pulled out six inches before thrusting quickly back inside this time.
"Oh God! Yes, baby!" screamed Shanna lustfully, her voice hoarse with passion now.
Again, Steve withdrew six or seven inches and immediately slammed his cock back inside Shanna, who squealed in ecstasy.
"Oh baby! BABY" shouted Shanna, her voice frantic with lust. "Oh God! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard! Oh please, HARD!"
With each of the last two thrusts, Shanna thrashed her ass upward and side to side as she pushed back to meet Steve's huge cock. Shanna was consumed with lust now as her breasts heaved in and out and flopped from side to side and up and down with each thrust as she pushed back to meet him.
Looking up at her husband, Shanna could see the animal lust in his eyes as well and the precum dripping down his needy cock and that only aroused her more. Brad could see the crazed almost feral expression on Shanna's face as she impaled herself on Steve's big cock. Now Brad could hardly wait until it was his turn to use his wife like a nasty, slutty little whore. Brad saw previously unimagined possibilities in their future.
Steve was pulling all of his shaft except the head of penis out on each new thrust now and with each penetration he was thrusting in and out more rapidly. Shanna was moaning, groaning screaming and frantically crying out for more as Steve relentlessly pounded into her pussy as she thrashed her ass around wildly.
"Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, baby! Oh baby, fuck me hard! HARDER!" begged Shanna in her hoarse lustful voice. "Fill my pussy baby! Fill my pussy with your big beautiful cock! Oh cock, baby! Your big beautiful cock! Pleeesse, oh pleaassse! Fill be baby! Pound me harder! Oh pleeessse! Pound me harder! Make me cum again! Again, again, again! Oh pleeesssseeee, baby! I need it so bad, so bad!"
Steve mercilessly pounded Shanna's pussy as she begged him for more. The harder he plowed into her the more she wantonly thrashed her ass up and down and back and forth to meet each of his powerful strokes.
Shanna was delirious with lust now. Her cries and screams had degenerated into animal grunts and growls as she orgasmed again and again. Her body was dripping with sweat and her hair was stuck to her face, with a crazed look in her eyes, as she completely surrendered to her animal needs. The juices were streaming down the inside of her thighs forming a puddle on the bed.
"Are you our little slut now?" growled Steve as he grabbed a handful of Shannas hair and lifted her head to meet his ear. "Are you our little whore now?"
"Yes, yes!" squealed Shanna, willing to say anything so she could feel Steve's cock pound into her and give her another exquisite orgasm.
"Then say it bitch!" demanded Steve as he slapped the left and then the right side of Shanna's ass, leaving red welts. "Say it bitch! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your slutty little whore!"
"Oh God! Yes! Yes!" panted Shanna, frantic for another orgasm. "I'm your slut! I'm your whore!"
"Not good enough," said Steve as he slapped both sides of her ass again. This time the sound of the cracks even louder.
"Yes, yes yes!" cried out Shanna. "I'm you slut! I'm your whore! I'M YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE WHORE! WHORE! WHORE!"
"Good," said Steve as he began to pinch and stretch out both of Shanna's nipples. "Now you can suck your husband's cock too while I plow your sopping pussy some more. Would you like that, you slutty whore?"
"Yes, yes, more, more!" pleaded Shanna. "Yes, give me both your beautiful cocks!"
Brad had moved across the room and he savagely grabbed the hair on both sides of Shanna's head and drove his cock down her throat until he bottomed out. Then he started face fucking her just as viciously as Steve was plowing her pussy.
Shanna's screams and moans were muffled by her husband's cock as he relentlessly face fucked her. Her cries and moans were growing weaker anyway since her constant orgasms had drained Shanna of all energy and her body was starting to go limp.
"Grab her tits and hold her up," asked Steve as he looked at Brad. "I want to lube her ass up pretty good."
Steve pulled out and even with her mouth full of her husband's cock, you could hear her moan of displeasure at being deprived of Steve's big cock for even a moment.
Reaching the index and middle finger of his right hand into Shanna's wet pussy he sloshed them around to get them thoroughly wet. Next, he inserted them in her anus as deep as they would go and rolled them back and forth, stretching her out. After reinserting his fingers in her wet pussy a few more times and reaming her out again and again, Steve repeated the entire process two more times, adding a third and then a fourth finger.
As he stretched Shanna's ass out wider and wider, Steve could hear her painful moans even as her husband continued to fill her mouth.
"You'd better pull out now, before I start," said Steve. "Once I start filling her ass, she might bite your dick off."
"Good to know," said Brad as he pulled out.
"Besides, you're going to want to save that for the grand finale," said Steve with a smile as he pointed his still stiff cock at Shanna's now gaping anus. "Hey, can you spread her cheeks for me while I get the head inside?"
"Sure," said Brad as he released his wife's tits from his grip and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks wide apart as Steve began pushing into her.
"Oh God! No! No! No!" screamed Shanna hysterically as she came back to life. "It's too big! Too big!"
Shanna frantically tried to wriggle away, but she was trapped between the two men. Steve applied more and more pressure and eventually the head of his penis popped inside Shanna's anal cavity. Shanna began shaking like a leaf.
"Oh God, baby! Please it's just too big," whimpered Shanna. "Please baby, stop! Please! Pleeessse"
Shanna was whimpering now and holding onto her husband's arms as she looked up into his face with soulful eyes and tears streamed down her cheeks in a torrent. Inch by inch, Steve continued to probe deeper into Shanna ass as she wailed and begged.
"Oh please, Steve! No more, no more! Pleeaaassse!" begged Shanna, almost hysterical. "Oh baby, please make him stop, stop! It hurts, it hurts, hurts, hurts!"
When Steve was about eight inches inside Shanna's ass he paused and let her anus adjust to his huge intruding cock. Shanna continued to whimper and moan, but she quit begging as she instead focused on controlling her own breathing.
Ready to resume, Steve extracted a couple of inches, just as he had done with her pussy, and slowly inserted them again as Shanna sighed with relief. A couple of inches in, a couple of inches out, again and again; and with each thrust and extraction Shanna's body began to relax as she moaned softly. Four, then six, then eight inches in and out multiple times and Shanna was moaning in pleasure with each new thrust. She now had her back arched with her arms wrapped around her husband's neck and her head buried in his chest.
"Oh God, baby! You fill me so good!" purred Shanna as she looked back toward Steve lustfully. "Oh please, baby! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fill me up! Oh please!"
Steve continued to slowly ream Shanna's ass, much to her delight. But with each thrust he was inching deeper inside her. He hadn't reached the back of her rectum yet where it curves. Once he was there, she would experience some more pain. But once his cock successfully navigated the turn the fireworks would go off for Shanna as she experiences a sense of erotic fullness she had never dreamed of.
"Oh God, you're all the way in, you're in!" yelled an excited Shanna, thinking Steve had filled her.
Steve paused briefly to let Shanna relax and didn't tell her there would be one more big push. When he finally resumed, Shanna cried out.
"No, no, no! Oh God, please, NO!" screamed Shanna frantic once again. "You're tearing me apart! You're in as deep as you can go! Please, no more!"
And again, Steve ignored Shanna's pleas and pushed ahead, trying to navigate the last curve.
"Calm down baby," said Steve soothingly as he stroked Shanna's back gently. There is a secret door inside your wonderful ass, and once I'm able to unlock its key, I'll be able to fill your luscious ass with all of my big hard cock. You want that, don't you baby?"
"Yes!" whimpered Shanna submissively, her voice shaking almost as much as her body, as she looked back at Steve. "Promise?"
"Yes, of course," said Steve in a calm, reassuring voice as he pushed a little harder, leaning a bit to the right and using his hands to angle Shanna's ass to the left. "Damn! That worked!" thought Steve as he could feel his cock sliding deeper inside Shanna's hot tight ass.
"Oh Fuck! Oh God, you're SO DEEP!" cried out Shanna as she suddenly felt Steve's pubic hair and flesh slapping against her ass once he bottomed out. "Oh my God! You're all the way in, SO DEEP! All the way in!
"Aahhhrrrr! Oh BABY!" panted Shanna loudly. "Ohhhh! I've...never...felt...so...FULL! Oh Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
Shanna pulled herself into a more upright position as she arched her back, grabbing a handful of each man's hair as she began alternated kissing them, in long wet kiss after another as her tongue darted in and out of their mouths.
Steve pulled out as far as he could go without moving past Shanna's secret door and then thrust himself deep inside, up to the hilt, as his pubic hairs pressed hard against Shanna's soft but supple ass and their skin slapped together with a loud crack. Shanna let out a high-pitched squeal of carnal lust.
With each new thrust, Shanna's squeals crew louder and more urgent as the delicious feeling of fullness carried her away. Brad was sucking and biting one and then the other of Shanna's nipples as Steve cupped her breasts in his hands. One of Brad's hands found its way to Shanna's clit, massaging it, as she had one intense orgasm after another, her body quaking in bliss.
"Oh Baby! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard! Oh Yeah! Fuck my ass HARDER! Yes! Yes! Yes!" cried out Shanna as Steve continued to ream her ass and her husband diddled her clit.
"Are you our sweet little ass whore baby?" demanded Brad, as he slapped each of Shanna's large breasts with his hand, leaving a mark.
"Yes, Oh Yes, Baby!" gushed Shanna. "I'm your sweet little ass whore. I hove having my ass reamed, deep in my ass."
"Are you going to do every slutty, nasty thing we ask you to do from now on?" asked Brad.
"Oh Yes, baby! Whatever you ask! Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" gushed Shanna as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
"I'll do every slutty thing your ask. I'll be the best whore! The best!" promised Shanna as her orgasms continued unabated and Brad continued to abuse her breasts with his hands.
Suddenly Steve laid back on the bed while keeping his cock buried deep inside Shanna's ass
"In that case," said Steve, "you won't mind having both our cocks inside you, will you?"
"Oh God, YES!" cried out Shanna. "Fill be with both your beautiful cocks. Fill me up!"
"Fill me baby!" begged Shanna, her eyes full of lust and neediness as she looked up at her husband. "Fill me with your big beautiful cock too! Fill me up!"
Brad looked down at his wife, watching as she feverishly rocked her body back and forth on Steve's huge cock, a slave to her lust, as Steve ceaselessly pistoned in and out of her. Shanna's chest heaved in and out and her stomach muscles contracted as one orgasm after another seized her body, rendering her incapable of self-control.
Shanna spread her legs wide apart and used her fingers to spread the lips of her labia invitingly for her husband as Steve continued to ream her ass from beneath.
"I need both your cocks inside me," pleaded Shanna, her voice husky with desperation as she looked up at her husband, her eyes pleading with him.
Brad straddled his wife who was still impaled on Steve's monster prick as he lay beneath her, thrusting upward. Brad pointed his rock-hard penis at the moist gash between Shanna's legs and she used her hands to guide her husband's cock inside her wet hole. Brad looked down at Shanna's shuddering body as he inched into her.
"Oh Yessss! YESSSS!" screamed Shanna, her voice becoming shrill as the sheer pleasure overwhelmed her. "I can feel both of you inside me! Oh God! It feels sooo GOOD! I feel sooo FULL!"
Brad continued to thrust his cock into his wife's slippery hole until his pubic hair was pressed hard against her bare pussy. The deeper he penetrated her, the higher pitched and more frequent her squeals became. Brad could feel Steve's cock moving through the thin membrane of tissue that separated their cocks. Gradually they developed a rhythm with one thrusting in as the other pulled out.
Shanna was delirious with lust, with every nerve ending in her body firing, as a warm glow radiated over her undulating body. Shanna's wrapped her legs around her husband's back, suspending them in midair with her toes outstretched like a ballerina. And once again Shanna aggressively gripped a handful of each man's hair as she brazenly kissed each of them again and again, lustily burying her tongue in their mouths each time.
"OH GOD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCKS!" cried out Shanna as the two men began to gather speed as they plowed into her with their cocks.
Now only growls and hisses and other animal noises came from Shanna as the overlapping orgasms consumed her. Shanna's body bucked and squirmed as her ass and pussy clamped down on the men's cocks trying to drain every once of pleasure she could from them.
Finally, Shanna's body began to quake with one final huge orgasm as she felt both men's balls contract and their penises begin to throb as they started to spew their loads deep inside her ass and pussy.
"Fill me with your hot cum, babies," begged Shanna as she cried out. Shanna used her ass and pussy to suck every last ounce of cum out of the two men as they unloaded into her with a frenzy as they plowed into her body with their final short, quick thrusts.
Brad rolled off of Shanna and Steve rolled onto his side so Shanna was between them. They laid there, not speaking, until they all fell asleep. When they eventually awoke the candles had burned out and the lights were back on down the hallway in the living room.
Shanna was the first to stir and she immediately extracted herself from between the two men and padded off to the shower to wash the sex and cum from her body and to contemplate the meaning of what they had just done.
The two men awoke as Shanna climbed out of bed and waited until she was in the shower to stir from bed. They didn't say much as they got dressed, but agreed to head to the kitchen to get a beer since they were both dehydrated, especially Steve. Both men drank their beers in silence.
"How do you feel about what we just did?" asked Steve, finally breaking the silence.
"Honestly, I'm not sure," said Brad. "It depends on how Shanna has taken it, I guess."
"You looked a little out of sorts at the beginning," said Steve. "Are you and I OK?"
"Yeah, sure," replied Brad. "We're fine. I'm just worried about Shan...how she has taken it."
They both looked up when they saw Shanna entering the kitchen. To their mutual surprise, she had her hair up in a towel and she was completely naked as she crossed the room and sat down at the kitchen table between the men. Picking up her husband's beer, she took a swig and put the bottle down, taking a long look at both men.
"To tell you the truth, I'd never been so ashamed of myself as I was when I walked into the bathroom," said Shanna, her voice very calm and matter of fact. "But once I got in the shower and started thinking about it, it occurred to me...what do I have to be ashamed about."
Without saying another word, Shanna got up and got three more beers from the refrigerator and returned to the table.
"Everything we did we all talked about and shared our fantasies beforehand," continued Shanna. "So unless you're having regrets, Brad, I'm fine with it. Are you OK with what we did?"
Shanna and Brad looked at each other for a few seconds before Brad finally spoke.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have problems with it at first," said Brad. "Watching you with my best friend."
Brad paused and took a drink of his beer.
"But as we all got involved," continued Brad, "the jealousy went away."
"So you are OK then, with me fucking your best friend?" asked Shanna.
"Yeah," replied Brad. "It was actually pretty hot watching Steve make you cum so hard. You were on fire."
"Yeah, I was," admitted Shanna, smiling. "You really did rock my world, Steve. You weren't kidding."
"Well, that was likewise," replied Steve, entering the conversation for the first time.
"So where do we go from here?" asked Brad. "I don't think any of us thinks we can go back to the way it was before, do either of you?"
"No," said Shanna.
"No," agreed Steve.
"So, then what?" asked Brad.
"So, we live out our other fantasies," said Shanna as both men looked at her to be sure she was serious.
"Are you sure about that, Shan?" asked Brad, his voice sounding concerned. "Some of those are pretty out there. Are you sure you are up for them?"
"I guess we'll find out," said Shanna. "Won't we." |
