I was on my way home after a wonderful time with Gil, and I was thinking. That was nice—wonderful even—but it’s losing something. The first time I’d submitted to Spence on St. Croix Island, making the decision had been hard, but the results were magnificent. God, just the memory of the first time on the private beach, seeing him looming over me, wanting me, still makes me wet.
I pulled over at a park; my reminiscing was making me a dangerous driver. My hands were moving of their own volition to my breasts and clitoris, and I continued thinking.
It was going to be a one-time thing—a chance to let my bad girl out to play. It was to be a memory to hold onto for the rest of my life.
That idea lasted until Gil seduced me. It wasn’t very hard because I wanted the excitement again. Ha, once more, my ass. I need it again—the thrill of being fucked and screwed by someone new.
Can I continue to cheat on Hector? I don’t know, but the lure of a new cock seems almost irresistible. I love Hector, and I don’t want to risk losing him. But. But. Hell.
I got home before Hector and had time to take a shower. When he got home, we went out to eat. Afterward, I attacked him. He was so tired that I ended up letting him cum in my mouth. We went to sleep cuddling, with him holding my breasts.
Over the next few weeks, I realized I was searching for replacements for Gil, or maybe a supplement.
Hmm, two lovers? That would be fun.
I sat there, picturing it.
Maybe I could get them together and have them both fuck me. Gil deposits his cum in my mouth, and New Guy fucks my pussy. I’m lying there with Gil’s cock in my mouth while he’s handling my tits. New Guy is poised to put his cock in my pussy.
My nipples were hard, and I felt the moisture leaking from my pussy. I closed my eyes, savoring the imagined sensations. I felt my fingers in my pussy, touching my clitoris, turning the imagined sensations into real ones. When I reached for my nipples and twisted them, my orgasm suddenly overcame me. It was minutes before I recovered.
Mike, I’d met at my walking group. Terry, whom I’d been meeting at some of the art openings I attended, and Randy, whom I got to know at the Sierra Community Center, were my potential additional lovers.
I liked all of them, and we’d flirted with each other. Randy a bit more; he’d kissed me a few times. When we had lunch, he’d gone further. We met at a sandwich shop and went across the street to eat at Land Park. He’d sat next to me at the picnic table, and he hugged me, saying, “I love to eat outside, Leah. The breeze feels great.” His hand started caressing my shoulder, and he leaned over and kissed me there. When his kiss moved up to my cheek and then my mouth, I kind of melted against him.
My mind drifted, thinking, I really enjoy kissing him. Should I? Could I let him continue? Yes, no? I could feel my response starting to build. My nipples were hard, and my pussy was starting to tingle.
I heard myself saying, “Randy, I’m married.”
His response was, “I know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a kiss or two, does it?”
My, my, yes, it does. Though I have to admit, I’m enjoying a lot more than a few kisses from Gil.
I answered him back, "Yes, it does; stop it. Behave, or we can’t be friends.” He backed off, and we finished our lunch—successfully. My tits calmed down with no more tingles.
Deb, just one lover at a time. Keep calm; don’t screw up my extracurricular activities with Gil!
When we finished, I sat in my car after he left, thinking.
I need an hour with Gil, maybe two. I need his cock to finish calming down. Gil’s cock. It feels so satisfying when I’m about to receive it.
Terry and Mike were mostly flirting. Well, except for the time Terry took me out the back of Arthouse Gallery because it was too crowded to get out the front. He only got a few kisses anyway.
I guess you could add the time Mike and I got separated from the rest of the walking club and he spent a little time on my tits. That doesn’t count either, because he never got my bra off.
It was May tenth that Gil finally told me that he was dating a woman he’d met and was interested in. He’d come to my house because Hector was out of town for a few days, and he sat me down to tell me.
Okay, then. I could tell something was changing with Gil, so I wasn’t surprised. What’s next? Do I return to the good girl pre-Spencer? Do I find a replacement for Gil? Do I find multiple lovers to replace Gill? Or do I bring Hector in as my cuckold—my knowing cuckold?
That’s a huge risk for me. So no? Maybe?
I spent the next few weeks trying to decide.
Within two weeks, I was getting desperate, and I decided I wanted all three of them.
I set up lunch meetings with all three of them to find out if they were willing to share my free time. What I really wanted was for the three of them to take me at the same time.
Randy was first since he’d tried the hardest. We met at the restaurant, got a booth, and started with small talk.
God, I can’t believe this, I thought. He’s the first lover I’ve chosen. Spencer and Gil seduced me and introduced me to the freedom I’ve got. I hope I can get Randy, Terry, and Mike to screw me together.
"Randy, do you remember what I said when I told you I was married? I’m not as married as I implied. I’m actually looking for a lover—um, three lovers. If you’re interested, I want lovers who will not object to my other ones.
“Ah, I want lovers that will screw me, at least sometimes, at the same time. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked in my mouth, pussy, and my ass at the same time.”