I knelt on the blanket my husband had spread out for me moments earlier. We were deep in the woods of a rural property we owned, and while I could have picked a more convenient location, this was the setting in which I wanted to act out my fantasy.

Richard stood behind me, blindfold in hand. I caught one last glimpse of the late afternoon light trying to make its way through the trees before the blindfold's thick black fabric blocked all illumination. 

Though I couldn't see, I easily sensed Richard's excitement. I heard it in his quickened breaths, and I felt it in the slight fumbling of his fingers. I'd drawn my long brown hair back from my face to keep it out of the way, and he was careful not to snag any strands while securing the blindfold. 

The early summer day was plenty warm, yet I now shivered. Richard slid his hands over my shoulders. "Ready, Arlene?" 

"Yes," I whispered. 

"Then I'll go get our guest."

My ears strained to hear his every step while he retreated from the small clearing. I should have felt vulnerable, wearing nothing but a black bustier corset and a black thong. Instead, I was wet from my arousal. 

Along with the setting, the blindfold was also my idea. My husband would soon return with the man he'd chosen to join him in fucking me. While I had no idea who this man was, I trusted Richard's judgment. It was a relief that I wouldn't be able to see whom Richard had decided upon; watching someone watching me would only reinforce my inhibitions. 

Just a week ago, I never would have believed I was capable of this. But that was before I'd revealed my secret fantasy to Richard. He was surprised, of course, to learn that I longed for him to share me with another man, yet he didn't grow angry or threatened. Not in the least. Instead, he asked whom I might enjoy being shared with. I told Richard I wanted him to choose, and that I never wanted to discover the man's identity.

That anonymity made my fantasy more illicit, and more filthy, in my mind. How could I not feel deliciously slutty, being offered up to a man I hadn't even selected?

The sound of Richard and the other man approaching pulled me from my thoughts into the present moment. Quickly, I drew back my shoulders, thrusting out my breasts. Neither man spoke as they drew closer. When a warm hand stroked my cheek, I started in surprise. 

"It's me, sweetheart," Richard said in a low voice. "Now, be a good girl and lean forward until you're on your hands and knees."

My husband and I had been married almost twenty years, and I couldn't remember him ever calling me good girl. I found I liked it. My movements were tentative as I obeyed his command. I knew my ass was on full display in this position. Was our guest, as Richard called him, staring at it now? 

Someone took his place behind me; I was certain he was on his knees. This time, I fully expected the caress I felt along the curve of my right buttock. My flesh, while not as firm as it had been in my younger years, was plenty voluptuous. Hands massaged my skin before pulling my thong aside. 

Richard spoke again, his face close to mine. "Ah, yes, that's the mystery man touching you in such an intimate way, Arlene. But you won't hear him speak; otherwise, you might recognize his voice." My gasp at that revelation only made my husband laugh. "He'll remain a mystery, just as promised, but you can be sure that you know him."

It was mildly disorienting trying to keep track of the activity around me. Richard kissed my mouth as the other man began pulling down my thong. Releasing a faint whimper, I attempted to imagine myself the way our guest was seeing me now. In moments, he'd stripped me of that skimpy underwear, and I couldn't suppress a moan when he slid a fingertip between my smooth outer labia. Leaning forward, I presented more of my pussy for his exploration.

"Are you wet for him?" Richard demanded. 

"Yes," I revealed in a tremulous voice. 

As if to reward me for my honesty, the man delivered an open-mouthed kiss to my pussy. His tongue, warm and eager, made me cry out with pleasure.

"Though he can't tell you himself," Richard murmured, "he's very much enjoying your wet cunt." My husband chuckled then. "He actually looks a bit stunned that he's allowed to do this. I don't think he ever suspected what a naughty slut you can be. I sure didn't."

It felt as though the man's mouth was everywhere! I heard his excited groan, and when he eased a finger deep inside me, I ached for more. Did he sense my need? Maybe, for he added another finger and then gently thrust them in and out. 

Richard settled onto the ground before reaching for me. I was completely docile in his grasp, utterly trusting. In moments, I discovered he was lying in front of me, and I was now between his spread legs. Gently, he drew me toward his rock-hard cock. Its head grazed my bottom lip. "Take me in your mouth, angel," he urged.

I readily did so, licking and sucking his tip. Precum coated my tongue, and I greedily worked for more. In this position, my ass was elevated even higher. It must have proven too much for the other man to resist, for he buried his face between my cheeks and kissed my puckered hole. My cry was muffled by my husband's dick.

"Mmm, yes, we're enjoying all of your holes!" The grin was obvious in Richard's voice. With a hand on my head, he set the pace of the blowjob, careful not to choke me. I gulped and slurped, all the while aware that the other man could hear. Yet he continued teasing my forbidden entrance, his tongue growing more insistent.

My face burned with both shame and lust. It took every ounce of will, but somehow, I managed to relax my muscles. With a cock in my throat and a tongue in my ass, I had never felt filthier. The mystery guest spread my ass cheeks wide, and I started shaking from the sensation of his tongue moving deeper inside. His guttural groans grew louder as he fucked me in such a raunchy way. 

Finally, I lifted my head, my cries faint but almost constant. I heard Richard move to join the man behind me. "Oh, Arlene, you dirty girl!" my husband moaned.

It was then that I felt a hard cock at my pussy. Was it my husband's? Neither man would be wearing a condom, for I wanted to be fucked raw. Moments after my flesh yielded to the intrusion, I knew it wasn't Richard easing inside me. 

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good!" I told the other man. 

"He's quite thick, isn't he?" Richard mused. "That cock is stretching you open."

The man began claiming me with fluid thrusts; clearly, he was in no hurry. I admired his self-restraint, and the way he seemed to bask in the pleasure of our coupling. When I felt his thumb at my ass, I debased myself by begging for it. The pressure was gentle but insistent; soon, my sphincter relaxed, and his thumb penetrated me. Still on my hands and knees, I began rocking back to meet his thrusts.

"That's it," Richard encouraged me, "be a slut for him!" 

He knew the dirty talk drove me wild, and I could hear the blatant lust in his voice. It clearly excited him, watching this other man use both my holes. My muscles tightened around the cock buried deep inside me; I couldn't subdue my violent shaking.

"Oh, she's close!" Richard told the man. "I think you're gonna make her come in record time!"

The man eased his thumb out of my ass, then grabbed my hips and took me harder. With each thrust, he pushed me closer to orgasm until sweat covered my skin. I had to bite my lip to suppress a wild scream as I finally came all around him. I heard his grunt, and it made me wonder if the powerful spasms had caught him off guard. If so, he quickly recovered, and his fierce fucking resumed.

"I want that big cock in my ass!" I dared to confess.

When he pulled out, breathing hard and fast, I rose to balance on my knees. It was Richard who yanked down my corset to expose my breasts. "Look at her gorgeous tits," my husband said. Blindfolded and panting, I allowed both men to grope me. Fingers pinched my nipples, and one man even took a sensitive peak between his teeth. 

Richard slipped a hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit at a punishing speed. "So wet," he whispered in my ear. "My dick will slide right inside that horny pussy."

The way they handled me bordered on rough, but I craved it. While Richard lay on his back, the other man effortlessly lifted me, settling my body onto my husband's. Straddling Richard, I fumbled for his cock. It didn't take long for me to position my opening directly above his tip. As soon as I began sinking down, he tormented my swollen clit with his fingers. 

"Please!" I whined. 

He only laughed, but his touch grew gentler while I leaned forward. Cupping my face, he gave me another deep kiss. "What a dream you are," he whispered against my lips, "and how lucky I am!"

The mystery man again knelt behind me. I gasped at the feel of his cock prodding my ass. Though he'd rimmed me and stretched my entrance with his large thumb, I knew that could prepare me only so much. He used his spit for lubrication. Again, I shivered while trying to take deep breaths. He must have had some experience with anal, for his movements were careful. At a glacial pace, he worked his cockhead inside me, little by little. I couldn't hide my wince, but when Richard asked if I was okay, I readily nodded.

The man behind me took it slow, and I soon realized I could trust him not to cause me excruciating pain. That did wonders to relax me, and the moment he managed to get his tip all the way inside my ass, I actually laughed in relief. "My God, you know just what to do!" I praised him. In response, he released a lustful groan.

It was then that I fully surrendered to both men. Pinned between them, I let them have their way with me. They were tentative at first, almost too careful, which only intensified my desire. "Fuck me!" I ordered. 

Each man held onto me, keeping me in position while their dicks began pumping in and out of my holes. The thick cock in my ass made me bite back a whimper. At one point, it felt like two hard rods were battling deep in my core, with only my tender flesh dividing them. 

The man claiming my ass dared to whisper, "Such a sexy little slut."

I tried to place his voice but couldn't. My tits bounced from the forceful fucking, and the intensity of being taken at such a relentless pace had me on the brink yet again. "I'm gonna come!" I choked out. 

"Just can't help yourself, can you?" Richard teased. "Come around our cocks, baby!"

Never had I felt so blissfully out of control. I could only succumb to another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. When a rivulet of fluid trickled out of me, my husband shouted in triumph. "Holy shit, we've made her squirt!"

I had no idea how either man lasted so long. I was limp and quivering while they continued pumping away. The pain had faded, only to be replaced by a stimulation so exquisite that it felt as if my nerve endings were exposed. My next climax made Richard and the other man gasp. 

"I'm close!" Richard told me. 

Shamelessly, I begged for his cum. Following a final hard thrust of his hips, he erupted inside me with a roar. I could feel his semen striking my inner walls. My body mustered up yet another orgasm in response, strong enough for Richard to feel. "That greedy pussy is milking my cock!"

The other man's breathing grew shallower, as did his thrusts. I knew he was desperate for release. "Fill my ass with your cum!" I wailed. 

He made a sound between a groan and a growl just before his dick stiffened even more inside me. With each spurt of his seed, his cock throbbed while surrounded by my tender flesh. My moan of visceral satisfaction mingled with his quiet whimper. I loved how helpless he seemed in the grip of his orgasm. 

Once our breathing had slowed a little, the mystery man carefully pulled out. I could feel my well-fucked hole gaping wide. Was he admiring the state of it right now? For the first time, I wished I could see his face.

Quite the gentleman, he helped ease me upright and off my husband. Kneeling on the blanket, I let my head fall back so he could see my huge smile. "That was infinitely better than my fantasy!"

Now, it was him caressing my cheek. When he leaned to press his lips against mine, I eagerly welcomed his kiss. By this point, Richard was sitting up as well, and he slid his palm over my back while nuzzling my neck. I reveled in the sensation of their cum oozing out of me.

Turning my face toward my husband, I slipped my arms around him. Our kiss, lingering and tender, started a pleasurable throb within my pussy. "I love you," I whispered to him.

"And I love you." Despite our flushed skin, Richard embraced me. "Our guest is making his exit now, but I'll leave you blindfolded until he's well out of sight." I nodded, perfectly content to rest in my husband's arms. "From now on, Arlene, at every dinner party or office function we attend, you'll always look around and wonder if any of the men there have fucked you." The sly grin returned to Richard's voice as he added, "But I'll know."