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She Liked It  
by OneIdleHands (oneidlehand@hotmail.com)

***

Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail. It wasn't 
even worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed 
the credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw 
the junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope 
mixed in with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know 
the person listed on the return address, but went ahead 
and opened it since it wasn't mass mailed. (MF, exh, 
voy)

***

Hmmm. Well, it was certainly unexpected. Her 20 year 
class reunion. 20? That long ago? She wasn't 
particularly fond of her high school years. As a matter 
of fact, she had skipped her 10 year reunion without 
giving it a second thought.

Having transferred into her high school in the 10th 
grade, she didn't know most of the people in her 
classes, and she had soon latched on to a boyfriend, 
Jon, that lasted through graduation into her college 
years. And while she had been enamored at the time, she 
realized in her senior year that she had missed out on 
a lot of activities. And while Jon and sex became her 
whole world at the age of 16, she had only liked the 
guy, although on some days she thought she had loved 
him. She had traded dating others for security, and she 
had regretted that decision ever since she was old 
enough to look back on her "high school years."

There had been other guys who were cuter, and some that 
she would have been interested in had she been 
unattached. Only, it was comfortable with Jon. They got 
along well, he entertained her, and they had fun 
together. And the sex had been great, or, at least as 
good as it could get in a car. 

It wasn't until college, when their relationship became 
a long distance romance, that she discovered how much 
larger a cock could get, and, for that matter, how much 
more fun a guy could be. And while she kept Jon on the 
string as she dated other guys, she turned him loose 
upon falling in love with Steven, her husband now of 14 
years.

So why was she interested in this reunion? She didn't 
know. Her "ex" wouldn't even be there. Jon had been a 
year ahead of her. Who would she know? The reunion was 
a month away, at Zappa's, an adult arcade she had been 
to before. There was a bar and restaurant, video games, 
billiards, several types of video gambling games, a 
dinner mystery-theater, and, she recalled, several 
small conference rooms, and a banquet room. It would be 
fun to go. She wouldn't give Steven a choice about it. 
He would probably know as many people as she did... 
none.

Over the next month, she worked on her tan, being 
careful not to burn herself or freckle too much. At 38, 
she looked pretty good. She had recently cut her hair 
shorter, giving her an "artsy" look. She wore glasses 
most of the time now, but gray hair wasn't showing up 
yet, and her figure remained... thirtyish. A few extra 
pounds, but considering two kids and the available time 
for exercise, she looked pretty darn good, better than 
almost all the other moms she saw at the Elementary 
School.

Her breasts remained 38", but gravity was beginning to 
have its way. Her stomach was a tad pronounced, but not 
more so than most women who had had children. And, she 
could compete with about anybody with her legs and 
hips, which were in great shape. While the mirror 
couldn't help but remind her that she was aging, her 
husband had recently given her self-confidence a boost, 
although in an unexpected way.

Steven loved to write stories, of an "adult" nature, 
and he posted them on a website. There had been over 
30,000 visitors to his site, and, although he had only 
received maybe 50 comments from readers, he had eagerly 
shared them with her. The letters were often quite a 
turn-on in that there were people "out there" who were 
getting turned on to stories modeled in many ways about 
her. But that wasn't the boost she needed.

Ever since they had purchased their digital camera a 
few months earlier, she had been his favorite subject 
as he got used to downloading pictures to the computer, 
trying some limited photo editing, and archiving them. 
She had pretty well let him have his way with her, and, 
besides, if he was going to jerk off to pictures of a 
naked woman, it damn well better be her! She would 
never admit to him that it was a little fun for her, 
too.

Steven had walked her to the computer screen which 
displayed his website, and he had her click on the link 
that said "click here for a glimpse of Hayley." Her 
first reaction had been to fear the worst, the picture 
with him cumming on her face. Surely he wouldn't put 
her face on the web! 

When the screen loaded 
(www.asstr.org/~IdleHand/Contents/Hayley.html), her 
first reaction was relief, quickly flowering into anger 
as she realized that he was showing her breasts to the 
world. But they did look... good. Her breasts looked 
good! It was a negative image, likely altered in some 
other way, that made her breasts appear artistic rather 
than just... exhibited. He had cropped the picture 
nicely. There was no clue as to whose breasts these 
were. People would probably assume Hayley was a 
fictional name.

Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received. 
There had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but 
there were already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a 
much better ratio than his stories got. She, Hayley, 
housewife and mother of two, had a fan club of sorts. 
Men liked the look of her breasts, and the pleasure she 
took from that gave her self-confidence about her whole 
body. Let them look.

It was quite a change from reading about others' 
thoughts on what Steven imagined her doing in his 
stories to reading about what people were thinking (and 
doing!) while looking at her breasts. The picture 
stayed. And Steven promised not to post any of the 
others.

About two weeks from her reunion, Hayley was laying on 
the deck lounger, tanning. Her thoughts battled between 
the July heat and what the reunion might be like. She 
could have kicked herself for not thinking of it 
earlier! She got up and went inside, went to the 
basement and entered "the land of things kept but never 
used." She moved a few boxes, looked through several 
others, and then found them...her yearbooks! She poured 
a glass of iced lemonade and returned to the deck. 

Laying down on her stomach, she placed the yearbook on 
the decking so she could read it. She had forgotten all 
the little notes everyone wrote to each other - some 
were witty, some were cordial, some promised friendship 
forever. It didn't really matter, because it reminded 
her that she did have friends when she was in school, 
even if they had been forgotten. 

As she turned the pages of the class photos, there were 
many she could not remember, which was okay, 
considering she had graduated with about 500 others. 
But there were some names she remembered, and some of 
the faces triggered vague recollections or specific 
memories.

The sports section showed the football team, mostly of 
people she didn't remember. There was the star 
quarterback who had seemed, and looked like, a typical 
dumb jock. He was probably selling cars now. There was 
the prom queen and king, neither of which she 
remembered although she did remember the prom. 
Basketball. Nope, no memories. There were some track 
pictures, with her among them. 

She had been a decent athlete. And the guys' track 
team...that's where the cute guys were. She remembered 
them from practices and the bus trips to meets. There 
had been silly dares on the bus, but she was committed 
to Jon and hadn't played. Darn it. They were cute. 
After several days, she started trying to remember the 
names when she looked at the faces she hoped to meet. 
This would be fun...to see how people had changed.

When reunion night arrived, it was somewhat anti-
climatic in a way. She had always assumed that a class 
reunion would be something like the prom - fancy 
dresses, the men in tuxes. But it was Charlotte, it was 
July, it was hot, and she was going to a video arcade. 
The invitation had indicated summer casual, which she 
interpreted to mean a dress, but not an "evening 
dress." 

She had some nice ones, and spent an hour trying them 
on, seeing which would give her the best look. She 
couldn't make up her mind and decided to let Steven 
choose between two black dresses, which looked good 
against her tan. His choices were a back-less dress 
that clung to her skin rising to a choke collar, or a 
dress that had traditional straps and a lower cut 
across her breasts. She guessed he would pick the 
latter so he could look down her dress as she bent over 
for a pool shot. But she was wrong. He chose the dress 
that wouldn't allow a bra.

***

Steven was not very excited about the evening. He had 
gone to high school in another state and had met only 
one of her high school classmates, who was a neighbor 
when she was growing up. The arcade would be great, but 
the shaking hands and smiles would be wearing. But, you 
had to do what you had to do. And she did look nice. 
Glancing at Hayley in the passenger seat, it wasn't 
obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. He liked that, 
in that most of the women probably couldn't go without 
and look "presentable," especially with her size 
breasts. In the muted lights of the arcade, the 
unconfined shape of her breasts wouldn't even be as 
noticeable.

There were two other things he liked. Hayley had 
foregone the usual full size panty in favor of a lacy 
one that was much briefer. It wasn't outright 
provocative, but the faint panty-line he had observed 
following her to the car at least suggested this woman 
had a sense of fun. The other thing he liked was the 
spaghetti strapped shoes. He didn't have a foot fetish, 
but those thin black straps on her bare feet suggested 
a more ready sensuality than did her dress. 

In short, she didn't look cheap and she didn't look 
glamorous. She looked like a well dressed lady but at 
the same time presented a look that suggested she 
enjoyed fucking her mate. Of all the looks and heirs 
that her classmates would assume this evening, there 
were none that he would prefer more than this or, for 
that matter, that would be more authentic.

They arrived "fashionably late," due solely to traffic. 
There was no formal dinner but instead a lengthy table 
of appetizers and small sandwiches, along with an open 
bar. After shaking hands with a few self-appointed 
hosts, Hayley apparently didn't recognize anyone she 
knew, and they filled their plates and chose a table. 

Steven went to get drinks, a Molson for him and a 
Bloody Mary for Hayley, the only alcoholic beverage 
which she liked. After twenty minutes of chatter, 
mostly listening to her say who she thought some of the 
people were, there were no "friends" in sight. So he 
made his way to the bar for more drinks. This was going 
to be a slow, slow evening. Maybe she would be ready to 
go play some arcade games.

After getting the drinks and turning back towards 
Hayley, he stopped. Although "horror" would be too 
strong a word, it was with a full sense of dread that 
he noticed through a doorway an open floor area and a 
band testing the microphone. Dancing. A little secret 
she had kept from him. Video games and pool should have 
been enough fun for a reunion. But, nooooooooo.

He returned his attention to the table, which now had 
four visitors. Good! More talking, less dancing. Who 
were these people? They looked nice enough, and it 
seemed like everyone was excited. As he handed Hayley 
her drink and was about to sit down, everyone rose, and 
he could see that they were headed to the dance floor. 

This turned out to be the room used for the mystery 
theater, with all the tables removed and seats placed 
along the wall. Which was worse? Going to a school 
dance as a kid too afraid to ask a girl to dance, or 
being married to a wife who expected to him to dance 
when she knew he didn't like it?

Grin. Bear it. Claim a chair. Hayley introduced him to 
the others. Wes and Tina. Wes ran track in High School. 
He had dated Tina since then. Two kids with another on 
the way, apparently a relatively recent discovery as 
she had a great figure. Tim and Jamie. Another track 
guy and a blonde he had found and wisely kept in 
college. Two kids also. And with that, they were off 
dancing. Nice to get to know them.

Then it was his turn, Hayley leading him by the hand. 
Grin. Bear it. Don't step on your wife's feet. Hope for 
a slow song. And otherwise enjoy the view. With the 
dance floor filling rapidly, the air conditioning came 
on, blowing a steady stream of cold air into the room. 
And gazing at his wife's chest, it was obvious she felt 
a chill. And while she could shake her body with the 
best of them, he didn't think she had considered the 
jiggling of her breasts, outlined by the tight fabric 
across them.

***

It was great to see Wes and Tim again. The cute guys 
were still...cute, though they would like age in the 
next ten years to "distinguished looking." They had 
been cut-ups in high school, and it was obvious they 
had remained friends since, as the foursome didn't do 
any catching up. Hayley was glad to be included, and, 
all things considered, glad to be remembered by them.

Steven wasn't doing so badly, and she was proud of him 
for trying. She gave him a break, trying to pick out 
the slower numbers, when they could dance...close. 
Being "close" in marriage lasted only moments, usually 
an embrace before stripping and making love. But 
dancing forced you to wait, to feel the warmth of your 
partner, and to generate an excitement that led to 
anticipation. She enjoyed the intimacy.

When the band took a break, everyone rejoined along the 
chairs. It turned out that Tina, who was a couple of 
months pregnant, wasn't feeling well, and Wes had to 
return her home. Tim and Jamie were happy to hear that 
Wes could return with Tina's full permission to enjoy 
the reunion. And they must not have lived too far away, 
because it was less than a half hour later when Steven 
handed her off to Wes, now single for the night, who 
was a very good dancer indeed. 

Hayley thought that Steven was thinking this was a 
"win, win" situation, but she would really have rather 
danced with him. But Wes was a very good dancer, and 
they danced. Steven got her another Bloody Mary, and 
she danced some more.

Steven went to play a few games about the time Tim 
switched places with Wes. He wasn't as good a dancer, 
but then, neither was she. It was the alcohol. But it 
was okay, wasn't it? She didn't think the alcohol was 
the reason Tim kept glancing at her breasts, but...let 
him look. It stirred her on to dancing just a little 
more aggressively, her tits' movement drawing him in. 
And then it was Wes's turn again, but, it was a slow 
number. 

Wes, too, had taken a full look at her before pulling 
her close. She felt the compliment. Where was Steven? 
Still playing games. Her thoughts changed abruptly as 
she realized that Wes sure smelled good. She wasn't 
tipsy, quite stable in fact. But she wanted to breathe 
deeply of that smell, so she leaned closer, placing her 
head on his chest. His cologne wasn't overpowering, 
just...nice. Sensual. And, as their bodies nestled 
slightly closer, she realized it was sort of a turn-on 
to smell another man. It had been a long time...

Before Steven, it was probably Mike. Now he was a great 
dancer, and imaginative, too, in bed and out. They 
would dance anywhere, and their college was large 
enough that it always seemed like it was just the two 
of them in a crowd of strangers. She would lean into 
him, as well. He had liked the way her breasts became 
cleavage when she had pressed against him. Although he 
had seen her naked frequently, he was always shifting 
for a view down her dress or shirt. Her breasts hadn't 
been quite as large then, but she was aware that guys 
were always looking.

She had been uncomfortable in slow dances, at first, at 
the way Mike would place his hands, not on her waist or 
behind her back, but directly on her butt, pulling her 
close to him. And he was persistent about it. She soon 
realized that no one appeared to notice, and, in fact, 
it wasn't uncommon. So she would grab him likewise, 
close her eyes, press herself against his cock, and 
shift ever... so... slightly, rubbing against his hard 
shaft in circular patterns as they danced in the 
tightest embrace.

And with sudden awareness, she realized she was doing 
the same to Wes. She pulled away, afraid of what he 
would think. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded.

Wes had a big grin on his face, and said, "It's okay. 
We were just dancing, and." He sort of waved it off. 
But his hands had been on her ass, pulling her against 
him, she remembered. He hadn't fought it, and, she 
realized, she was wet from feeling his cock as they 
danced.

"Uh, look. I'm going to go find Steven."

"Dance with me a little longer, and then go get him. I 
won't do anything, I promise."

He sounded genuine, and the awkwardness seemed to 
vanish.

So she rejoined him, although in a more presentable 
way. What if Steven had come back when they.? She 
turned her head slightly to see if Steven was back at 
his seat. He wasn't. She was relieved. She caught a 
glimpse of Tim and Jamie out of the corner of her eye, 
and Tim seemed to be signaling Wes to go to a hallway. 
She wasn't sure what that meant.

Wes separated from her and said, "Look, why don't you 
go and find Steven. And, uh, don't tell Tim, but, why 
don't you both go down the hall there and go into the 
back room on the left. Quietly. Maybe Steven can settle 
your," he smiled and raised an eyebrow, "itch."

Wes left her and started down towards the hall, which 
Tim and Jamie were already in. The way Wes had said it 
sounded like there was something going on because they 
were to be quiet, but they wouldn't be involved because 
Stephen would fix her itch. She didn't quite understand 
what was going on, and decided to find Steven. Which 
wasn't hard. He was just finishing up a pinball game 
when she grabbed his hand and led him back to the dance 
area. It was a series of slow numbers, fortunately, and 
it took a song and a half before she decided what to 
say to him.

She kissed him on the neck and worked her way closer to 
his ear. "Uh, Wes, Tim, and Jamie went down that hall. 
I sort of got a hint that we should follow and be very 
quiet. I'm curious. How about you?"

***

Steven had felt somewhat hesitant about leaving his 
wife to dance with her old friends. He hadn't enjoyed 
the dancing, but he had enjoyed the view of his wife. 
She could move, and she was sexy doing it. And her 
moves made her tits jiggle, and her nipples had stayed 
hard, and...why had he left her? Because it was 
dancing. He'd never enjoyed it, and watching his wife 
make her moves had just made him feel the worse by 
comparison. So Wes had seemed like the answer to an 
unasked prayer. Let her dance with her friends. He 
liked the games.

Just as he was thinking he should check on his wife, 
she found him and led him to the dance area. He was 
glad she was having a good time, and, all things 
considered, slow dances weren't so bad. But she was 
physically hot, her skin was flushed around the neck, 
and she had danced enough to perspire. He moved his 
hand across her ass, and...it seemed like her panties 
were bunched up. Feeling her flesh beneath her dress, 
he squeezed her with both hands, and then she voiced 
the oddest question. Go down a hallway?

How strange. And, how did that come up? Separating from 
his wife, he looked at her. Her nipples were even more 
pronounced, if possible. The red splotches on her neck 
probably weren't from dancing. She tended to overheat 
in that particular way when she was thinking about sex. 
Her mouth looked ready for a wet, passionate kiss, and 
her eyes held a dare. Yeah. He was curious.

She led him down the hall, which had smaller conference 
rooms on either side. They went into the back left one, 
quietly. The door hinge didn't squeak, and they shut it 
fully. It took a minute for their eyes to adjust to the 
dark, far longer than it took for their ears. 

The room had a corner in it towards the rear, where it 
was separated from an identical room accessed from 
across the hall. A moving partition separated the 
rooms, with a gap in the middle. While the room they 
were in didn't have windows, the other room had some 
light from a lit sign shining through a row of 
decorative glass bricks that formed one corner of the 
wall.

Hayley's friends weren't making any pretenses about 
being quiet, as they could hear them clearly.

Slurping noises.

"...feels good, Jamie. I was getting a bit worked up 
dancing with Hayley." That would be Wes. But isn't Tim 
her husband?

"Yeah, we were watching. We didn't know what kind of 
move you made on her, but it seemed to be working." 
That would be Tim. And what was Hayley doing that they 
were talking about? He grabbed Hayley's hand, and he 
could see feel her trembling with nervousness. They 
crept up to the opening, but not so close that the 
light would reveal them.

Wes was leaning against a table, his pants down at his 
ankles, with a beer in his hand. Jamie was squatting 
and had two hands on his cock and was sucking it 
noisily. Steven suffered penis envy for a moment, but 
realized that Wes's cock looked bigger because of the 
way Jamie was holding it and because it was shaved. Tim 
was sitting on another table, his back to them.

"That's just it. I didn't really make a move at all. We 
were dancing nicely, and then, all of a sudden, she 
closes in, grabs my rear and starts grinding against 
me. I got worked up, but she was doing the working. I 
was about to turn her face to kiss me when she pulled 
away. It was strange. Whoa, Jamie! I don't want to cum 
yet."

Tim slid off the table and reached over to hold Wes's 
beer. "Come on now. Are you telling me that the one 
girl you said you wish you had screwed in High School, 
who, by the way, shows up (with her husband, mind you) 
looking great in a dress that stretches against her 
bra-less tits, made the move on you?"

Jamie stepped backwards towards Tim, who set the beers 
on the table. She lifted her hair so he could reach the 
zipper at her neck, and he lowered it with one smooth 
motion. Then she spread her arms slightly, and Tim 
peeled it off her shoulders, sending it falling to the 
floor. He reached up and unclasped her bra, which fell 
on the dress. Her ass was perfectly framed by black 
garters; there weren't any panties to remove. Tim gave 
her a quick pat on the butt, and she moved forward 
towards Wes, who had watched the undressing in every 
detail.

"Look. You were watching. I'm not making it up. Steven 
seems like a great guy, but he wasn't there. I was 
beginning to think I might have the pleasure of her 
company back here. It would be the capper for the 
evening to see her undressed like Jamie here."

"Oh, so finally someone talks about me! What am I, 
chopped liver? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. If you wanted to 
fuck her, you should have done it in High School. How 
about paying a little attention here. This is new for 
me, you know. I'm used to switching off, but tonight 
I've got both of you, and, I gotta say, I'm looking 
forward to it. Tim, that is an invitation, you know."

Tim abruptly unbelted and lowered his pants, and laid 
on the table, his cock fully erect and waiting. Jamie 
leaned over, resting her arms on the table, then taking 
him in her mouth. Wes stepped behind her, felt for her 
opening and thrust inside, adding, "It's showtime, 
folks."

***

Hayley knew that that comment was for her, but she 
didn't think Wes could be sure she was there. She had 
never watched anyone have sex before, and her body was 
saying she wanted sex, too. But she didn't think she 
could keep quiet enough. The conversation in the other 
room had stopped, but the sound of skin on skin 
thundered in her ears. Steven had lifted her dress, his 
face to the side of her body so that he could watch as 
well. What was he thinking, especially after hearing 
what they had said about her?

He pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of 
them.

The cool air against her wet lips felt...sensuously 
wicked. He continued to kiss her hips and thighs, but 
ever so quietly. And he began to use a finger, sliding 
it around in and around her wetness, not really 
penetrating, but twitching the end of his finger in 
time with Wes's thrusts into Jamie. It would have to 
do. If he did any more, she'd cry out, loudly, for him 
to fuck her. And that just wouldn't work.

Tim was groaning, repeating "yeah" and "that's it" 
before groaning. Then Jamie's head raised quickly. 
Hayley had seen cum spurt from a cock before, but it 
was odd watching in reverse as it spilled from Jamie's 
mouth onto her husband's cock. And there was no way of 
keeping it in, with her panting faster and faster due 
to the fucking she was getting by Wes. 

She was clearly trying not to be too loud, too. 
Finally, she saw Wes's face tighten as his body slammed 
into her with several loud "smacks," and then he 
relaxed, a distant look in his eyes, looking somewhere 
just over her own shoulder. He couldn't see her...good.

"Alright, cleanup time." Both guys looked excited at 
this apparently familiar phrase. Tim said, "Well, come 
here!" Jamie leaned over to kiss her husband, and it 
was clear he was licking up his cum between kisses. 
When he was done, she pulled away and sat on the table 
next to him, her feet on the edge of the table, parting 
her legs. Wes was quickly there, between her legs, 
eating his cum from her cunt. Wes was saying something 
but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His mouth 
was probably full.

When he was done, Wes also sat on the table, on the 
other side of Jamie, so that their backs were facing 
Hayley. It made it harder to hear, and Hayley wanted to 
hear every word so she could replay this entire 
experience over and over. It was obvious that they were 
cooling off.

"...your house next weekend, Wes?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry Tina bowed out tonight. It would have 
been fun. She's super horny when she's pregnant, as you 
well know."

"I just can't wait until her breasts get larger. That's 
going to be all kinds of fun."

"Okay guys, first you lust over Hayley, you fuck me, 
and now you're talking about Tina. Don't forget me!"

"How could we forget you?" said Wes. He gave her a big 
hug and a kiss. Come on Tim. Let's help her get 
dressed."

Tim began to unroll her panties, but Tina grabbed them 
and threw them to the side of the room. "Let's let that 
be a little clue for the mystery theater to solve. By 
the way, that was great, guys. I don't know why we 
waited so long to try 2 on 1. I'll bet Tina would like 
it, too." Wes fastened Jamie's bra, and Tim helped her 
with the dress, before getting dressed themselves.

With Steven's finger still at her cunt, Hayley 
breathlessly waited as they dressed and left the room, 
laughing as they exited the other side.

It was safe. "What if we had been seen?" Her eyes grew 
wider. She hadn't meant to say that aloud.

***

Steven removed his finger from between his wife's legs, 
placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into 
her ear as he pushed her forward into the adjoining 
room. "I'll tell you what. Maybe one of them says "come 
on in!" Or maybe someone just curls a finger in 
invitation. And I walk you in, just like this. 

Only, they're naked, and you see Wes and Tim's cocks 
start to stiffen. And one of them, maybe Wes, since he 
obviously wants to fuck you, starts stroking his cock 
and says `I hope you'll join us.' Only, before those 
words are out of his mouth, my hands have unfastened 
your dress at the neck, and before you realize what has 
happened, the top of your dress if falling down, just 
like this, exposing your breasts to two guys and a girl 
that I've only just met!"

"Only, I don't stop there. Before you recover from the 
shock, I pull your dress past your hips and it falls to 
the floor, just like this. And then you're standing 
there, naked except for your shoes. And I know you're 
turned on, because you're not even trying to cover 
yourself. So I reach around and give a brief pinch to 
each of your hard nipples. 

"They're watching, and Wes really starts to smile, 
because he knows what he's going to get. He's been 
admiring your breasts all night. But he wants more, I 
know. So, I show him. My hands run along your body and 
meet at your crotch, which is soaked. And I spread your 
cunt lips so they can see that you want it, to be 
fucked by two guys. I wipe your juices on your breasts, 
and I walk you forward to the table, right over to 
Tim's cock, and they know they have permission to fuck 
my wife, because the last words you hear me say are, 
`Take her.'"

Steven quickly unzipped and removed his pants, dropping 
them to the floor and sat on the table, his hard cock 
already wet with pre-cum. "Tim holds out his arms for 
you, but instead of an embrace, he grabs your head and 
pulls you to his cock. Just like that, yes. And you're 
so turned on you really want to suck his cock, because 
you never expected to end up in a situation like this, 
and you know it will happen only once. And you're so 
focused on that cock, it's like your husband is not 
even in the room. And even though your mouth is full of 
this man's cock, you start wriggling your ass, 
wondering when Wes's cock will fill you up, because 
you've wanted him ever since feeling his shaft when you 
danced."

"And then you're surprised, as you feel your breasts 
being caressed by a feminine touch. It's Jamie, and her 
hands are nervous with excitement because she's never 
done that before." Steven rolled a nipple between his 
fingers, removed his cock from Hayley's mouth, and 
stepped behind her. 

"You're shocked that another woman's touch could send 
electrical charges through your body, and, right in 
time with her pinch, you feel Wes's cock thrust into 
your cunt, like this. This is what you've wanted, isn't 
it?"

"But it's not just a stranger's cock thrusting inside 
you, it's better than that. These cocks represent those 
wasted years in high school year when you stuck with 
the one guy, and were left to wonder what it would be 
like to have fooled around with others. Only, this is 
the real world, and your husband is watching you take 
two guys at once, and there's no denying that you're 
enjoying sex right now more than any time of your life. 
So here you are, naked, in a dark room at a video 
arcade, fucking two guys, your husband's familiar touch 
forgotten. That is what you want, isn't it? So go ahead 
and say it, you want to be fucked by two guys."

***

Steven may be fucking her, but he was fucking with her 
head as well. Her eyes were closed as his thrusts 
increased. His cock didn't seem familiar at all. He was 
fucking her harder than in their bedroom, and his cock 
seemed larger, as big as Wes's, and it stretched her 
cunt to ecstasy. Her tits were swinging, bouncing with 
each thrust. She could just imagine... someone watching 
them... her fans. As she listened to her husband unfold 
the story, it wasn't hard too hard to imagine that it 
was Wes fucking her, with her husband watching from 
somewhere. And while the fucking was great, it would 
complete the story if she had a real cock in her mouth 
right now.

It was like Steven was reading her mind. Just as she 
imagined what was next, his story made it seem real. 
And here again, he was right on target, reading her 
mind. So she went ahead and said it. "I want to be 
fucked...by...two guys." It was a hard thing to say to 
your husband.

"Louder."

She took a deep breath. "I want to be fucked by two 
guys!" There. It was out. Watching Tim, Wes and Jamie 
had been like the best porno movie she had ever seen, 
only, the acting was great. And she was jealous of 
Jamie as she had watched. She leaned further on the 
table, resting her head on an arm, and she used her 
other hand to reach back to her clit. 

This was going to be big. Steven was thrusting hard and 
fast, and she knew he only had moments to go. Her 
rhythm was right as she slammed back against him, her 
fingers bringing her closer to orgasm. She felt his hot 
cum shoot within her, and, for whatever reason, she 
tilted her head slightly and opened her eyes.

She had known he was there, known he would be there. 
She had smelled him faintly ever since her husband had 
removed his cock from her mouth...Wes, standing beyond 
the partition in the dark. The light shone on his cock, 
mostly, with his hand stroking back and forth quickly. 
It wasn't hard to find the slight reflection in his 
eyes. And recognition. They came together, she noisily.

"Cleanup time." Steven looked surprised. This wasn't 
part of their normal sex life, as if the rest of the 
evening was. She spread her legs, and she could see the 
cum begin to leak between her lips. She gathered his 
head between her legs, holding his chin and tongue 
against her wet cunt. 

She was facing Wes now, and, while she couldn't see 
him, she could feel him there, gazing at her naked 
breasts. She cupped one breast with her hand, as if 
offering it, and she smiled into the darkness. And it 
dawned on her that in a way, she did have sex with two 
men. And Steven didn't need to know that...she liked 
it.

END

Comments and suggestions desired, especially from those 
who have shared it with their spouses. It would only 
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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