I had planned on sleeping in until noon, but a naughty nymphomaniac changed my mind.

I was sound asleep on my back, with her body snuggled in next to mine. A quiet murmur woke me up, but I tried to ignore it. A warm hand gently stroked my cock, and I couldn't ignore that. I was shocked that I was hard again after all that we had done the night before.

In barely audible tones, she asked herself a question, and then she answered herself. I struggled to decide if I wanted to wake up and listen, or if I wanted to hover at the edge of sleep to enjoy what her hand was doing.

She shifted her body against my right side, and she used her teeth to gently bite at my nipple. Her groan was louder than mine when she felt my cock surge harder.

She murmured some more words, and then shifted her body against my left side. A silent alarm went off in my head, and I struggled to wake up. Another set of teeth nipped at my other nipple, and my eyes flew open.

Christine lifted her lips from my right nipple, and with a lazy smile, she offered, "Good morning, lover."

My wife lifted her lips from my left nipple. She was as naked as Christine and I were. With a beaming smile, she said, "Good morning, husband."

"Good morning, wife," I croaked, and then I kissed her forehead. I turned to Christine and said, "Good morning... lover."

She gave me an expectant look, so I kissed her forehead as well.

"I thought she was your slut now," my wife teased.

"With your permission, I think she is both," I decided. Then I frowned. "How do you already know about that?"

With a pleased smile, my wife said, "Promise you won't get mad, but I have two things that I need to confess."

"Only two?" I teased.

She gave me one of my own shrugs as an answer. Then she gave Christine a conspiratorial smile.

"Christine was worried that she gave us away," my wife said. "Was it Marcus who was behind the bar?" she asked and I nodded. "Christine was worried that she got over-confident when she chastised him, and she was worried that you would realize she was telling the truth about texting back and forth with me."

I gave Christine a surprised look. "I never guessed," I conceded. "I was too proud of her quick mind for making up something like that on the spur of the moment." Christine blushed.

I tried not to frown too hard as I turned to my wife. "You set this up!" I accused.

"You promised not to get mad," my wife insisted. She gave me a hopeful look. "Injuring my foot really was an accident," she said. "I was prepared to get the flu so that you would have to drive."

I couldn't help but smile as I looked back and forth between them.

Christine blushed again as she said, "I was only supposed to try to seduce you." She gave my wife a pointed look and said, "I didn't know anything about open marriages and swinging. I was promised a safe release for some of my frustration, with a hint that I might get to do it again if I enjoyed it." Her look softened as she looked at me. "We had no idea you would take the ball and run in a completely different direction."

She seemed to want an explanation. "It was either that or I was going to strangle you," I said in a tone that was half-serious. "You seem to enjoy where I've taken you, so far."

A surge of sexual energy made her body shiver against mine. My wife seemed to squirm against my other side, and suddenly her hand joined Christine's at the base of my cock.

"Did he really make you do that last thing?" my wife asked in a husky voice.

Christine's body rolled against mine again. "The only thing he makes me do is beg," she admitted lustfully.

"Did you do it? Did you beg? Did he fuck you? Did it feel good?" my wife asked in a rush. Her hand gripped and stroked the base of my cock while Christine's hand stroked the shaft.

Christine looked to me and blushed darkly. She heard the desire in my wife's voice and she demanded, "I thought you said you couldn't help him that way!"

I was about to get caught in the middle of a battle, and I needed to settle both sides quickly. I started with Christine.

"She can't take me anally and I wouldn't ask her to," I said firmly. "I'm sure she won't let you check her out, but she is very small and I wouldn't fit without hurting her. I'm sure you understand."

She blushed at what I was implying. "She does enjoy anal sex," I continued, "but only with the right partner." I turned to my wife. "As you probably guessed, Christine begged, we took things slow, and although she seemed to enjoy herself, she was a bit sore after. I wasn't able to fill her like she was begging for, but I'm pretty sure she'll be begging again until I do."

Christine blushed again as she whispered to my wife, "Maybe I'll tease him for a week beforehand so he cums as quick as I did. I would have been fine if he hadn't stayed inside after he made me cum."

There was a naughty smile on my wife's face that I didn't trust, and I quickly moved to sidetrack her.

"Hey, didn't you have two things to confess?" I asked.

For the first time in years, my wife blushed. "Remember what you promised," she demanded. I hadn't actually made the promise, but I didn't remind her of that.

"It's Luke Bryan's fault," she said with a sigh. She chuckled. "Okay, it wasn't his fault, but it was his security's fault."

She paused, and I gave her a look to continue.

"We had backstage passes, and I guess we looked like we were up to no good," she said. "Sure, we teased that we were going to steal one of Luke's shirts, or better yet his underwear, but we weren't really going to do it. At least I don't think so. Maybe if something was lying around."

Christine and I both gave her looks. She smiled at us.

"They assigned two security guys to keep an eye on us," she continued. Her eyes did a dreamy roll. "Oh my god, were they hunks! Tina started a game, and I couldn't stop myself. Both guys were in the mid-twenties, and they were shocked as hell that we were flirting with them right in front of Freddy. The one guy was grossed out, but the other one started flirting back. We all knew nothing would happen, but it was fun as hell!"

With a big sigh, she said, "Afterwards, they had work to do, not that we were going to get anywhere with them. Tina was as worked up as I was, and she became focused on getting Freddy back to the room. I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I tagged along."

Her blush returned, and she bit her lips for a moment. "Now I'm going to say it was Freddy's fault," she laughed. "He was teasing and flirting like we used to do when I wanted sex, and he teased that he was going to perform his best with Tina to give me a world-class sex show to masturbate to. I was all for it, but I had to sadly remind him that it hurts to even touch me there, now."

All along, as she was talking, the two of them had been playing with my cock. My wife was squeezing at the base and playing with my balls while Christine was stroking along the shaft. Suddenly, my wife gave me a slightly tighter squeeze as she gave Christine a hopeful look.

"Do you want to ride him?" my wife begged. She smiled broadly as she added, "You should ride him and have some fun while I show you how Tina solved my half of my problem."

The two women shared a conspirator smile, and then Christine jumped up to mount me. My wife jumped up to grab something from her purse. All I could do was relax with a surprised and happy look. I was even more surprised by the lustful look on my wife's face as she watched Christine slide down onto my cock.

"How is it that in fifteen years of swinging, I never learned that I love to watch people fuck?" my wife exclaimed as she molded herself up next to me with her legs spread wide. "Wanna race?" she teased Christine. "Last one to cum has to cook breakfast!"

"You better hurry," Christine answered lustfully.

For all of her lustful ambition, Christine started with a slow grind on my cock. Her eyes made it evident she was more interested in what my wife was doing than in making herself cum.

"Tina bought this from one of the online sex toy stores," my wife said as she pulled out a small tube of ointment. "It's supposed to help men who cum too quickly by desensitizing their cock." She gave Christine a sly look. "She wouldn't tell me who she bought it for, but I suspect she found some young stud that thinks she's a hot milf."

She squeezed a small dab out of the tube and then she put the tube aside. She gave us a lustful smile when she saw how closely we were watching as she reached between her own legs. I couldn't believe how wet her lower lips already were. The pain she feels almost always snuffs out her arousal before it even gets started.

I saw her wince just a little as she gently spread the ointment down both sides of her labia. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, and when her eyes opened, she smiled at Christine.

"You better go faster than that if you want to win," she teased. After a short pause, she said, "I can feel the ache dropping below the pain threshold, but that's not all. There's a cooling sensation that makes everything tingle, but that just makes me more sensitive to the heat in my fingers when I touch myself."

I was shocked to see how strongly her body responded when her fingers pressed in. The last time we had tried to have sex, she had been in tears from an even the lightest of touches. She gave us a sex-starved smile as her fingers started to work up and down around her clit.

"Come on, Chris, fuck him! I need to see you cum," she whispered intensely.

In all the years that I have known my wife, I had never seen this side of her. I would have to say that I liked it. I would have to say that I like Christine's response to my wife's words as well.

"Come on, lover, you heard her," Christine demanded. "Fuck me! Show her what we've got!"

Even as she spoke, she started rocking her ass to fuck me. I gave her a mighty thrust to lift her ass from the bed, and then I used the space I had created to fuck her hard and fast. I also reached up and grabbed her breasts.

"Oh god, I miss that," my wife wailed in need. She snatched one of my hands from Christine and pulled it over to her own breast. "Pinch me! Make me cum again like we used to do!" she cried out. It was impossible to stop my hands from reacting together, and I pinched Christine's nipple just as hard as I pinched my wife.

It's funny how your mind can be in two places at the same time. One side of my mind sat back and enjoyed the show. Both women exploded, and I loved how their bodies shook like they were beyond control, but they both were swearing and demanding more. As much as I loved the intensity of Christine's orgasm, I was beyond happy to see my wife enjoying herself to the same extent.

The other side of my mind was praying that I didn't have to choose which one of them won their race. Their orgasms were about as close to simultaneous as could ever be achieved by two people who weren't fucking each other.

As their orgasms ended, Christine melted down onto my chest while my wife roll close and melted against my side. They each slid an arm around the other, and they both seemed to love sharing the afterglow of sex with each other.

After a bit, my wife gave the happiest sigh that I had heard from her in a long time.

"You are happy?" I playfully teased.

I felt the heat of her blush on my shoulder.

"I can't believe I needed that again," she laughed. She took a deep breath and let it out. She kissed my shoulder, and then said, "I've had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than I've had in the last two years combined." She laughed again. "Poor Freddy. Tina saw how much I was able to enjoy watching them, and she decided they would perform for me until I had had enough. Every time he thought we were done, she and I would start rubbing our nipples on his cock until he was hard enough for them to go again."

Her tone turned a little bit serious. "Tina asked how deep the lube was affecting me, and I told her it was only on the outer parts. She pushed and I tried getting some deeper inside and then letting Freddy fuck me. I'm sorry, dear, but I was right. He wasn't even able to get the head inside before it hurt too much."

"It was brave of you to try," I promised, and I gave her a kiss to let her know I still loved her.

Suddenly, her stomach growled quite loudly. Instead of apologizing, she simply said, "I suppose I should go eat. I haven't had anything since our early dinner last night."

"That was bad planning," I teased, but then another thought jumped forward. "Hey, what are you doing home so early?"

"Are you worried that I'll catch you in bed with another woman?" she teased

"Apparently, you were eager to catch us," I teased back.

She laughed at me, but then her smile faded. "Tina's mom hasn't been feeling well this week, which is why I got to go with them," she explained. "She ended up in the ER late last night, and so we packed up and came home. Freddy dropped me off here about the same time Chris was getting up to clean up from your last round of sex. You were sound asleep, and you didn't even realize you had two women in bed with you."

She gave Christine another quick conspiratorial smile, and then she turned to me with a demanding look. "And now that you're awake," she said sharply, "you need to get up and go make us breakfast."

"I thought the loser was making breakfast," I objected, even though I was afraid she would ask me to pick the winner.

"We both came," she pointed out. "You obviously didn't, so you get to make breakfast."

"Mistress?" Christine interrupted, and both my wife and I gave her a startled look. She smiled at us and said, "Mistress, I believe you are correct in expecting my slow Master to make us breakfast. I would be remiss in my duties as a slut if I didn't take advantage of his hardness to beg for him to fill me again."

Christine's eyes tightened in lust as she used her inner muscles to test my hardness. My wife's body flexed in lust and appreciation, and she groaned in need.

"My body is going to kill me," she groaned as she turned to reach for the tube of ointment. "Somebody tell it I can't make up for a year of neglect in one night- but not right now! Right now I want to hear you beg until he makes us happy!"

Christine gave my wife a grin, but her eyes were demanding when they met mine.

"You did this to me, you know," she reminded me as she started grinding against me again. "I would have been perfectly happy if I had used you for a couple of nights and then sent you home." She started flexing her inner muscles against my shaft with each stroke, and we both knew I wouldn't last long. "You've turned me into a slut- your slut- and now I need your cum inside me."

She pushed away to sit up on my cock, and our motions forced me even deeper inside her. She cried out in pleasure as she grabbed her own breasts.

"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Lord, I love feeling your cock exploding in my mouth, and I love the heat of your cum on my breasts, but I need that heat inside me! Cum for me! Give your slut what she needs!"

My wife leaned in close to my ear, and over the wet sounds of her fingers dancing in her pussy, she demanded, "Do it! Let me hear you make my best friend happy! Tell me you love me while you give her the cum she needs!"

"Fuck!" I cried out as I slammed up into Christine. "Fuck!" I cried out again as a load of cum came burning up my shaft. "Fuck, yes!" I cried out in release, and then managed to add, "Fuck, I love you! Take it slut, take it!"

My wife started shaking hard, and I think I felt liquid heat spraying out past her flying fingers to soak my leg. "Ugh," she cried out. "fuck, I love you husband, and I love your slut! Fuck, it's been so long since we came together!"

Christine growled and shook as she came with us. She mewed loudly as she lustfully watched my wife and I kiss, and then she lunged down to join us as the kiss ended.

"Tell me its okay to say I love you," she begged. She gave me an intense look as she said, "I love you, best friend's husband."

She followed her words with a quick and relatively chaste kiss. She turned to my wife with the same intense look, but it quickly broke into a happy smile.

"I love you so much, Wifey," she said in a tone that implied that her emotions were true, but that the name was a tease.

"I love you just as much, Sister Slut," my wife laughed, but her smile faded as she looked at Christine's lips.

I don't know who was more shocked, me or Christine, when my wife impulsively pulled Christine into a kiss. I had seen my wife share friendly kisses with close friends, but never anything even remotely sexual. I saw raw lust and love in her eyes as she pulled Christine forward.

Christine may have been shocked for a moment, but she returned the kiss with just as much gusto as she had received. As the kiss lasted longer and longer, Christine slid off of me to embrace my wife. I couldn't believe it when my wife moaned and kept the kiss going.

My wife helped put my world back on track when she blushed furiously after the kiss broke. She pointedly avoided looking at me as she tried to catch her breath.

"I've never ever wanted to kiss a woman like that," she stammered to Christine. She smiled and said, "I really do think I love you. I very much love what you are doing for us, and I hope you won't mind if I kiss you like that again."

"I'd never looked at a woman like that until your husband teased me about it the other day," Christine admitted. "I'm not sure that I'm ready to do half the things that he implied I would want, but I like loving you, and I'd welcome a kiss from you anytime you want." Her eyes flared and she gave my wife a grin. "Promise you won't make me your slut, too!"

"You might like being my slut," my wife laughed, and I think I nearly had a heart attack. Luckily, she added, "I won't want anything but kisses and love from you, but I might make you fuck Marie's John while I watch!"

I very much enjoyed the wave of lust that surged through Christine. I watched in amazement as my wife took another kiss from her. It was a much slower kiss, and they both seemed to enjoy it.

Four days earlier, I was ready to be mad at both of them. Now I was more deeply in love with my wife than ever, and I was prepared to share that love with Christine. I could only imagine how much fun we were going to have sexually, and that was going to be the frosting on the cake.

The thought of that food metaphor made me shake my head, even as I smiled. I was going to get to have my frosted cake, and I would get to eat it too, but only if I got up and made breakfast. I knew they weren't going to let me out of that chore, and even as I basked in the glow of an intense orgasm, even as I shared that and more with the two women in bed with me, I couldn't help but worry about how many more chores they were going to trick me into doing.

I have no doubt that that was my wife's plan all along.