I showered and dressed before I went downstairs. I wore a short, blue jean skirt, pink cotton vest with a sexy white thong. Kevin asked me not to wear a bra, I didn't need much persuasion. I was conscious of my nipples already pushing the thin fabric of my vest out as I walked to the kitchen. My husband was chatting with our guest at the dining table.

"Wow, don't you look sexy this morning!" Phillip said as I walked into the kitchen, "Come give me a kiss."

I looked at my husband who was smiling, "You heard the man, go and give him a good morning kiss."

I kissed my husband as I passed him, he gently squeezed my nipple. I got to where Phillip was sitting, I puckered my lips and leaned forward. I gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"What was that?" Phillip said as he grabbed my waist, "I mean a kiss like we had last night."

He fiercely pulled me to him, I lost balance and almost fell on top of him. He gave me a long, hard kiss. His hand came up and caressed my left boob, right in front of my husband.

"Sit on my lap," he commanded as he pulled me into position, I obeyed! I was sitting on Phillip's lap, facing my husband. Phillip's hands were caressing my boobs through my vest top.

"Oh, I like the "no bra" feel this morning," Phillip chuckled, I blushed.

My husband surprised me when he said, "They feel nicer with no bra, don't they?"

"Yes, they do."

"Did you get those massaged last night as well?" Kevin inquired.

"No, I told you, I kept my bra and thong on," I quickly replied, "I only had my back massaged."

"And that sexy little ass of yours," Phillip joked.

"Oh yes, and my butt," I giggled.

"I told her to get naked, I would have done the front as well," Phillip said as he was squeezing my boobs, "I would have loved to massaged these last night, and everywhere else."

"Why didn't you?" Kevin asked me.

"She said that it was too late," Phillip butted in, "she was worried about being late in getting into bed with you."

My husband chuckled, "It wouldn't have bothered me what time you came up to me. Don't ever worry about that. I don't care what time you come up to bed."

"See!" Phillip said loudly, as he gently pinched my vest-covered nipples.

I said that I would make some breakfast while my husband went to shower. He came and kissed me before he walked out of the kitchen.

"You need to let go of my boobs," I said, "I need to get up and cook breakfast."

"Let go of what?" Phillip teased, "you know that's not what we call them."

I looked at my husband who was smiling, he waited until I answered before he left us alone.

"You need to let go of my tits," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed, "there I've said it."

Kevin smiled again then he left us, Phillip released me and I stood up and kissed him gently; he held my waist and said, "I don't know what sexy, little thong you have on today."

In a heartbeat, he raised my jean skirt to my waist.

"Now, that's a sexy little thong."

That's when my perfect life took yet another turn!

He ran his hand over the front of it, instinctively; I opened my legs a little. His hand ran down and in between my legs, he pressed on my clitoris area; I sighed.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my husband come back into the kitchen.

"Kevin," I stuttered, "I thought you were in the shower."

Phillip still had his hand on the front of my thong! He did not attempt to move it, he just kept rubbing my pussy area.

"I thought that I'd take a coffee with me," Kevin said as he walked past me, he playfully slapped my thong-covered ass.

"Phillip wanted to see what thong I have on," I said nervously. I tried to pull my skirt back down, but Phillip stopped me. He didn't care that my husband was in the same room, he continued to fondle my thong and pussy area.

"It's sexy, isn't it?" Kevin chuckled.

"It sure is," Phillip answered, "it feels soft as well."

Again, I tried to pull my skirt back down, but again; Phillip stopped me. My husband had filled the "Keurig" coffee machine with water. I knew that I needed to say something but, my mouth was dry and numb. Phillip continued to rub my pussy area, in full view of my husband!

Strangely, I didn't feel any guilt at this moment in time, I figured that if my husband objected to any of this; he would have said something by now.

"I'll bring your coffee up to you," I managed to say, "go and get in the shower."

"Okay, thanks honey," Kevin replied as he walked back towards the door. He gave my ass another playful slap as he passed me. I felt a little embarrassed, hot; but embarrassed; our guest was rubbing my pubic area in front of my husband, and I didn't do much to stop him.

I had already climaxed at least three times. I insisted he allow me to cover my thong with my skirt.

I made my husband a cup of coffee, I told our guest that I was going to take it up to Kevin.

Kevin was just finishing his shower when I got there, the shower was off and he was holding his penis. I was shocked to see that he had an erection. I opened the glass shower door, the water was running off his body like a waterfall. Every couple of seconds, I heard a drip as the water dripped from his chin to the tiled floor. His penis was standing to attention, I could see the head of it was wet with sperm.

"Were you working yourself off?" I asked as I placed his coffee on the countertop, "you were, weren't you?"

"Maybe," he blushed, "want to finish it for me?"

I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, and took all of him. I sucked furiously on his erection. Within one minute; he filled my mouth with his sperm. When I had consumed the final drop, I stood up and kissed him passionately.

I knew that I had better explain what he saw downstairs.

"I don't believe that Phillip did that in front of you."

Kevin giggled.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, "I tried to stop him."

"Don't be sorry, it looked super hot and sexy," Kevin replied as he kissed me again, "it turned me on."

"You were working yourself off, weren't you?"

"Yes, seeing my wife have her pussy rubbed by a friend, turned me on tremendously," he answered, "you should have gotten naked for him."

I couldn't stop myself and said, "He wanted me to get naked and get in bed with him last night!"

"Why didn't you then?"

"I'm a happily married woman."

"So, that shouldn't stop you from having a bit of fun."

"But what about you?" I inquired, "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or our marriage."

"Honey, I told you; I don't care what you do."

"I'll remember that the next time he stays over then!" I giggled.

"That may be tonight, " Kevin informed me, "I'm going to see if he wants to stay here and have supper with us again tonight."

"Oh my, I may end up not coming up to bed tonight then," I joked.

"I don't care where you sleep," Kevin quickly answered, "or rather, which bed you end up in."

I kissed him passionately and left him to dress. I ran downstairs to our guest and kissed him.

"Is everything okay?" Phillip asked.

"Yes, he was okay with what you were doing!"

"Good, come and kiss me then," Phillip said.

I gave him a long, tongue-tasting kiss, his hands caressed my vest-covered boobs.

'You have to let them go," I giggled, "I am going to fix breakfast."

"Let what go?" he teased, "tell me."

"My tits!" I said loudly, "you have to let go of my tits!"

My husband walked in just as I said that. He chuckled and said, "Looks like breakfast is going to be late then."

"Tell him to let go of my boobs," I joked to Kevin, "I need to start cooking breakfast."

My husband shocked me by saying, "Why he's enjoying them, we're in no hurry to eat, are we Phillip?"

"No, I would rather do this than eat," Phillip joked.

This is where my "Perfect life" took yet another turn.

Phillip moved his hands down to my tummy, he pulled my vest out of my skirt.

My heart was racing as he pushed his hands inside my vest and up to my boobs.

I had longed for him to touch my naked boobs and now, that time had arrived.

My back was facing my husband who was making himself another coffee, so he didn't see what Phillip was doing.

I couldn't stop myself, I let out a cry, "Oh, my God."

Phillip was touching the naked flesh of my boobs, he was gently pinching my hard nipples; all this while my husband was in the same room!

"They feel even nicer like this," Phillip commented.

My eyes were closed at this point. I remember thinking that I never wanted him to stop. I was in ecstasy, I didn't care that my husband was in the same room; part of me wanted to call him over to look at what his friend was doing to me. I was wallowing in the sheer sexual bliss that I was in as I sighed again. I pushed my boobs harder into the black hands that were enjoying them.

I had no idea that my husband had come over to see why I was sighing, the first time that I knew that he was close was when he said to Phillip, "Her tits are soft aren't they?"

I froze and gasped as I opened my eyes, Kevin was sitting at the table and watching Phillip feel my boobs up.

I knew this had to stop but, I didn't want it to. It appeared that my husband didn't want it to stop either.

Finally, I pulled his hands out of my vest and tried my best to compose myself. I looked at my husband who was smiling at me, which gave me some reassurance that he wasn't mad at me.

"He was enjoying that," Kevin remarked.

"So was I but, I have to fix breakfast!" I replied as I tucked my vest back into my skirt.

Would you like to stay for supper tonight?" Kevin asked our guest, "I'll probably drink too much and crash out early but, we'd love you to stay."

I think that my husband was letting Phillip know that he and I would be alone again later.

"Please say yes?" I urged.

I'd love to," Phillip said as my heart skipped another beat, "I'll give you another massage if Kevin doesn't mind?"

"Of course not. I told you, I don't mind what you both do," Kevin quickly answered.

"I'd like to take you both out for dinner tonight," Phillip informed us.

"Okay, then we can come back here and drink," Kevin replied. My heart was singing, my black lover was going to stay over again tonight!

I cooked bacon and, eggs for the guys, my appetite had suddenly vanished; I wanted to eat something else but, that would have to wait until later that evening.

It was almost eleven-thirty when Phillip told us that he was going home, he had to sort some things out. He told us that he'd be back around five o'clock to take us for a meal.

"I'll leave you to see him out," Kevin said, "no doubt, you'll be saying goodbye for a while.

He wasn't wrong, our goodbye lasted almost thirty minutes!

We kissed and kissed, his hands caressed my boobs through my vest as his tongue mingled with mine.

"Take your skirt off," Phillip requested.

"I can't, not here."

"Get naked," Phillip requested.

"I can't, not here."

He did the next best thing, he pulled my skirt up to my waist, his hands found my cheeks and he rubbed and squeezed them as we kissed. His hands went down the back of my thong and he pulled them down to the bottom of my cheeks.

My hands were massaging his hard erection through his jeans, it felt harder than the previous night. We were on our tenth or eleventh kiss when out of the corner of my eye; I saw my husband walk into the living room. I quickly released my grip on our guest's bulge and broke from the kiss.

"I'm only getting my laptop," Kevin announced, "I won't disturb you anymore."

Phillip never removed his hands from my cheeks, he never tried to pull my thong back up.

My husband grabbed his laptop and before he retreated to the kitchen; he said, "You might as well take that dang skirt off."

"I told her that!" Phillip replied, "I told her to get naked but, she wouldn't."

I blushed like crazy and pulled my thong up and my skirt back down. Another five kisses were shared before Phillip left and I went to the kitchen to my husband.

I grabbed him by the hand and marched him to the living room. I didn't waste time by stripping naked, I wanted a hard cock and, I wanted it now!

I lay on the couch, pulled my thong open, and told him to fuck me! He didn't hesitate, he was already hard. Sadly, he ejaculated within three minutes.

"I like how horny he makes you," Kevin commented, "was it nice, him feeling your tits?"

"It was, very nice."

"It turned me on, as you could tell," he replied.

"I can't believe that he did that in front of you though."

"I'm happy that he did, you should have stripped for him. Your thong was already pulled halfway down."

I couldn't believe that my husband was encouraging it all but, I was delighted that he felt like he did.

"Maybe tonight I will. If he gives me another massage. As long as you don't mind?"

"Honey, I told you, I don't care how you are dressed or undressed with him. I don't care what you do."

I spent the rest of the day, daydreaming about my black lover. I swear that throughout the afternoon, I could feel his hands on me. I couldn't wait for the day to pass and the evening to arrive. My pussy had never been so excited or wet, my juices were soaking my thong. Sex with my husband usually occurred about three times a week, it was normally passionate and romantic. Today, I just needed to be fucked and fucked hard. He didn't complain when around two-thirty, I took his penis and pushed it inside my aching pussy.

He pumped as hard as he could for the three or so minutes he was in me. It did little to relieve my lust for that hard, black penis that I wanted.

I went into the bathtub around four o'clock while Kevin was showering. I could see that he had another erection, I got out of the bath and asked him to feel my pussy; I wanted to make sure that it was smooth and completely free of hair.

"It's soft and smooth," Kevin complimented me, "why did I have to check?"

"In case I am naked with Phillip tonight," I stuttered, "I want to make sure that it's smooth."

My words turned him on as we kissed passionately.

"Get on the bed, I want to fuck you again," Kevin panted.

"I don't want you to fuck me, I don't want my pussy to smell," I said apologetically, "if Phillip touches me down there tonight, I want it to be fresh."

I dropped to my knees and started to suck him off, begging forgiveness for not wanting his penis inside my pussy. He accepted my reasons for not wanting to be fucked, he even told me that he was looking forward to me getting naked for Phillip later.

While I was sucking his erection, he talked about Phillip.

"I wonder how big he is?" He said.

I took his hard penis from my mouth, without thinking; I said, "He's big."

I realized what I had just told my husband, I hoped he wouldn't take it any further but, he did.

"How do you know?"

I had to think quickly!

"I saw it this morning," I replied as I took his tool from my mouth again.

"Stop that a minute and tell me."

I felt sure that he would be mad at me, but surprisingly, his penis shot a blob of cum from it.

"He sleeps in the nude," I answered, "I told you, he wanted me to get into bed with him."

"You saw his cock this morning?"

"He pulled the covers back and asked me to get into bed with him," I replied as I licked the blob of cum from my husband's hard penis, "I saw it then."

"That's so hot," Kevin reassured me, "did you touch it?"

"You're not angry with me then?"

"Fuck no, it's turned me on even more. Did you touch it?"

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

"I sucked it," I replied nervously.

"Fantastic! Did he cum?"

"Yes, in my mouth," I answered, I had lost all my sense of guilt when I found out that it turned Kevin on, "and I swallowed."

I was still masturbating him, he shouted that he was about to cum. I quickly pulled his penis back into my mouth just before he started to shoot.

After he had confirmed that I'd received every last drop, I released his; rapidly shrinking penis.

"So, you're not mad at me for doing that?" I asked nervously.

"Hell no! I wish you'd gotten into bed with him."

I felt a huge sigh of relief come over me, "Maybe I will tonight then!"

"I wish you would Amy."

I took a sexy, black thong, and matching bra from the drawer. I was going to wear a tight-fitting, short black dress.

My husband advised me the black thong would show some telltale white patches, if I leaked during the evening.

He didn't want me to feel embarrassed if Phillip pulled my thong down, and saw the obvious signs that I had cum during the dinner date.

I changed the black set for a very tiny, white set. The thong was more like a string, it was my husband's favorite set.

"Do you mind if I wear this set?" I asked Kevin, "I'll be wearing them for Phillip's benefit, not yours."

"That will turn me on even more," Kevin answered.

I wanted to turn my husband on so, I teased him as I slid into my sexy thong, and bra.

"It will probably be Phillip who removes these later."

"I hope so," Kevin panted.

"I won't stop him if he takes my bra off of me."

"I hope you don't."

At this point, I didn't care what I was saying. I was already so close to a wonderful orgasm. I simply didn't care that I was saying this stuff to my husband.

"I won't stop him if he wants to take my thong off either," I teased further, "I want to be naked with him."

"Will you suck his black cock again tonight?"

"Yes, I will!"

"Will you let him fuck you tonight?"

"I'm not sure, I'm not sure that I could do that to you," I answered honestly.

"To me?" Kevin asked in a confused tone.

"Yes, to you. Being naked and sucking his penis is not like being unfaithful," I replied as I slid into my short black dress, "As soon as his cock enters my pussy, I will be an unfaithful wife, I'm not sure I could do that to you."

"Amy, I don't care if you sleep with him," Kevin quickly informed me, "it turns me on tremendously; thinking of you and Phillip in bed together. If you want him to fuck you, go for it!"

"I'll remember that later."

Phillip arrived at ten minutes to five, I was still upstairs putting the final touches on my appearance. The moment that I heard his voice, I started to tremble. My nipples started to push the thin fabric of my bra out and two small peaks appeared in the front of my tight, black dress. I pushed my hand down the front of my thong. I rubbed it over my pussy before I brought it to my nose to smell. I wanted to make sure that it smelled fresh!

I couldn't get out of the bedroom fast enough, I needed his kisses. I needed to feel his hands on my dressed body, I needed him! My heels made a loud clicking sound as I carefully walked down the stairs. My heart was beating three times faster than normal, it seemed with every beat of my heart; my nipples tightened more. In my haste to get downstairs, I almost tripped and stumbled. Finally, I saw him, standing next to my husband in front of the fireplace. He looked so handsome in his light grey suit, white shirt, and dark grey tie. His dark, shiny skin shone like a beacon in the night; his brilliant white teeth made his smile so perfect. He saw me, his eyes bulged as his smile took over his face.

"Hi sexy," his words melted my heart.

"Hello there," was all that I could say as I made my way to him and my husband.

I puckered my lips and gave him a small peck.

"What was that?" Phillip joked as he pulled me by my waist to him, "we kiss better than that."

He pushed his open mouth to mine and, pushed his tongue inside. I was powerless to stop him, my husband was just feet away as my lover's tongue danced with mine.

Phillip's hands left my ass and moved up to my boobs.

We broke from the kiss, he said, "God, these feel nice tonight. How about we skip dinner and I take you to bed right now?"

"I'm starving!" I chuckled, "I didn't eat breakfast remember?"

"Okay, let's eat first," Phillip joked, "Then I'll take you to bed."

I sighed as I looked at my husband.

"Looks like we know what you're going to be doing tonight then, Kevin said as he finished his second full glass of bourbon.

Does she or doesn't she? Find out in the next part.