Joyce found that she was experiencing conflicting feelings about her lifestyle of late and her relationships with her husband John and her lover Frank. Did she still love John as she had for the last fifteen years? And how did that square with the feelings she had for Frank? Was she falling in love with him? The men had become quite friendly; they sometimes played golf together when Frank came to town.
Certainly, the sex with Frank reached a whole new level that, even as a newlywed, she had not experienced with John. His much larger cock and his handsome black body thrilled her like never before. John accepted that; after all, he had caused it to happen that first time and he clearly got very aroused when he watched them together. Her first vaginal orgasm came while fucking Frank.
Yet she was unsure how things sat with Frank and her. Was he just a second husband who showed up occasionally? Did he still see other women? She still had sex with John but never reached the same excitement except when she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Frank fucking her.
She decided that she needed to see Frank. When she told John, he encouraged her to go up and spend a night with him. So, on Saturday morning, she decided to surprise Frank and set out for the city. If he was away she would turn the trip into a spa day. She liked the spontaneity of her idea.
It was a three-hour drive there, giving Joyce lots of alone time for thinking. Something was missing; having a lover was supposed to be more exciting. She remembered that first time when they met Frank on the golf course. John must have decided then that he would try to get them together; plying her with wine and suggestive banter had set the stage and she and Frank took care of the rest. She wondered if John’s acquiescence took some of the thrill out of the affair.
That’s what she missed now; that insistent buzzing in her ears; the intense arousal when she first saw that beautiful nine-inch cock and dropped to her knees in front of him. The thickness and the weight of it when she lifted it to her mouth. And when he slowly worked it into her throbbing pussy beyond where John’s cock could reach, she nearly passed out. She wanted that same excitement again. Joyce decided that she was in a rut; that she needed to shake up her life again somehow.
Not surprisingly no one answered her ring at Frank's door, so she went around to his patio. She knew that he has a regular Saturday golf game with his buddies and she had a book to read while waiting. She must have drifted off; she woke to a hand on her shoulder and Frank saying, “Well, hi. You are a nice surprise.” She jumped up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and began kissing him avidly.
“I was just dreaming about you,” she said, “and remembering our first time together. I need to be fucked ASAP.” Joyce enjoyed Frank’s height. At 5’-8” she was only a couple of inches shorter than her husband, but Frank’s six-foot-three made her reach on tiptoe to kiss him. She liked that. She released one hand to reach down and caress his already wakening cock through his shorts. “Did this guy miss me? Don’t answer; he is telling me yes.”
“Are you just passing through?” he asked between kisses that were increasingly wet and urgent.
“Nope, I came to jump your bones and fuck you senseless for a couple of days. Feel how wet my panties are.” She guided his hand to the buttons of her shorts. In no time his large fingers were stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Let’s take this inside and I’ll grab a quick shower before ravaging you,” Frank murmured into her neck.
“Oh no you don’t. I want to enjoy your musky, sweaty aroma when I lick your fat balls and suck you hard. You’ll find my pussy has gotten quite aromatic on the way here too. Take me into your lair and let’s get busy. I’m feeling very slutty and you may need to go a couple of rounds before you rest.”
Never a man to turn down a roll in the hay, Frank took her ass in hand and carried her inside with her legs wrapped around his hips and her mouth hungrily probing his. He laid her on her back on his bed but she immediately sat up and yanked his shorts and boxers down. “You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. I want to hold it, stroke it, lick it and suck it all at once but I mustn’t make you cum; I need to be fucked into a coma by you.” Her words came out slurred because her mouth was full.
Frank stood there at the edge of the bed watching her lavish love on his cock which was now at full erection. “You don’t have to hold back. I haven’t had a good orgasm since we were together last so I can fill your mouth with cum and fill your pussy too. So suck that cock my darling little slut, suck away.” With that, he wove his fingers in her hair and slowly worked his cock in deeper and deeper.
Joyce coughed and pulled back, “You know I can’t deep throat your cock you bastard,” she gasped. But Frank just pulled her back into him and kept on fucking her mouth.
“Put out your tongue and relax your throat muscles,” he told her and proceeded to work his cock in deeper. Soon she amazed herself when her nose bumped into his pubic bone. He held her there for a moment, then released her head and with a sigh, came in her mouth. She was caught by surprise but managed to keep most of his jism and swallowed it.
She tilted her face up to show him what she did, then pulled him down for a cum filled kiss. Frank then rolled onto his back and she licked his cock clean then laid her head on his chest and lazily held his cock, giving it little squeezes and sliding the foreskin back and forth. It was not long before it was hard again. “My turn now,” she murmured. “Don’t move.” She kissed him again, then rolled on top of him in the 69 position. “Lick my pussy you big stud, then I’m going to ride you until I can’t take any more.”
They spent most of the afternoon playing. Frank gave her two loads of his cum and she lost count of her orgasms. Then they slept for an hour. Joyce woke still horny but Frank pled fatigue and she settled for having him strum her pussy until she came again.
While they showered Frank informed her that his poker buddies were scheduled to play at his place that night. She assured him that she could entertain herself during the game and offered to be their waitress. “Well, I hire someone to bring in snacks and handle drink orders. She has served us before.” Joyce wondered what that service included.
He also informed her that he had to pick up his old college roommate Dutch from the airport. Joyce remembered Dutch from an earlier visit; her friend Kate had her first extra-marital sex with Frank that night. Now she cuckolds her husband with Frank’s brother and her husband likes it. Remembering that night got her thinking naughty thoughts again. This weekend could get interesting if she behaved a little slutty.
Shortly after Frank left a pretty young woman in a skimpy maid costume arrived with snacks and began setting things up for the poker party. Joyce helped her and when all was in place she told her to take the night off; she, Joyce would take over. She paid her for her lost time and also asked to borrow her little apron.
When she was alone she dressed in a short tennis skirt that she had brought with her and a tight black tee shirt with no bra or panties. To complete the costume she added the apron and strappy sandals. She was glad that her former B cup breasts were now C cup but still perky with bullet nipples. They stretched the tee fabric enough that her areoles could be detected when she looked in the bedroom mirror.
She turned her back to it, looked over her shoulder, and bent forward. She might be flashing some poker players tonight. The thought made her feel sexy and very slutty. She liked it. She had just completed dressing when she heard a male voice call out. Upon arriving in the kitchen she found a large, very black man standing there.
“You must be a new waitress. I’m Mike. You are a big improvement. The other girl is too young, I feel like her father.” He handed her a bottle of scotch which she added to the supply.
“Hi, I’m Joyce. You are the first to arrive and Frank has gone to the airport for Dutch.” They shook hands, Mike holding her hand longer than was absolutely necessary while looking into her eyes somewhat lasciviously. He was about the same height as Frank but much heavier, much like she remembered Dutch to be. “What kind of service did the younger girl do for these guys?” she wondered.
Her phone rang in the bedroom; it was Frank informing her that Dutch’s flight was delayed. “Can you entertain the guys for a while?” She told him that the food had arrived and that she would give it her best, though she was a terrible poker player. She said nothing about sending the girl away. He chuckled and hung up.
Now there were three men in the kitchen. They introduced themselves in a similar fashion as Mike. She wasn’t sure she would be able to keep their names straight; she was too aware that she was showing lots of hard nipples through her tee shirt and that her ass could easily peak out under her dress if she wasn’t careful. She was getting a sexual rush thinking about these handsome hunks and how much of her they might get to see tonight.
She decided to remember them by their drinks: scotch, beer, and vodka. She also noted that Beer (Jackson) and Vodka (Hank) wore wedding rings. Hers was also very visible. After she explained Frank's delay, they took their drinks into the dining room and sat at the poker table. Hank distributed poker chips and stowed their buy-ins.