I won’t go into detail on Justin and me having sex over the next two days and nights. If I wrote about every sexual encounter I had during my time as a swinger wife, I would be writing a long novel. I will cover the highlights. But Justin and I did fuck a lot until my husband came home the following Sunday.

The next morning, after our first time, I woke up at six to get ready for work. When I got out of the shower, Justin was lying in bed, awake, lying on his back, naked, and his manhood was at full attention. I smiled and gave him a blowjob before I cooked us breakfast.

I am not a subservient wife, but I do enjoy domestic activities. I enjoyed cleaning up after my husband and even Justin after he moved in with us, and I enjoyed cooking for them. I considered the kitchen my territory and did not like anyone to try to take my turf. I defended my territory like a cat, furiously. The only time I did not do the cooking was when my husband grilled.

Grilling was the man’s job, and Patrick saw the grill as I saw the kitchen, territory we did not like anyone to encroach on. I giggle as I write that. Patrick was defensive with his grill; no one touched his grill but him. He felt a man’s grill was sacred property. What makes me giggle is that he had no problem with other men fucking his wife, but don’t they dare lay a hand on his grill.

That next morning, I was cooking breakfast for myself and Justin, who did not have to be at his job until ten in the morning, and he came up behind me. He pressed his body to mine, started kissing my neck, and lifted my top and bra to fondle my breasts. I told him I was cooking, and he needed to stop because I did not want to be late for work.

He kept up his amorous advances, and I could no longer resist. I pulled down my bottoms and panties, bent over the counter, and told Justin to fuck me, but make it quick. I was a great quickie, and he gave me an orgasm and then shot his cum into my satisfied pussy.

We ended up eating cereal for breakfast because what I was cooking was ruined, and I was several minutes late for work. I thought it was worth it and would smile during the day as I felt cum that ran out of my pussy to wet my panties.

That night I cooked us dinner, and after we ate, we were going to watch the ballgame. We didn’t get through two innings before I was on the sofa sucking Justin’s cock. After we went to the bedroom and fucked several times until we were sated.

The next day, Saturday, we spent a great deal of time in bed and then again that night. Sunday morning, when Justin wanted to fuck me, I told him no. My husband would not be home until mid-evening, but I wanted to be “fresh” for him when he got home. Then I had a difficult conversation ahead of me. I had to explain to Justin that while the last days were great, it was over, and we would never have sex again. We had our fun, but I was desperately in love with my husband, and we could never do again what we had been doing. It was a conversation I dreaded because I didn’t want to hurt the boy, but it had to be done.

I had fun, I sated my lust for Justin, well, not really, I still lusted after him, but I had to now control my lust. I felt as if I was about to cry when I started the conversation because I knew it would hurt the boy, maybe even break his heart.

To my surprise, Justin took it well. He took it very well. He was not upset, he didn’t beg for us to continue our affair, and he didn’t get angry. He didn’t seem to mind at all. It was as if he got what he had wanted for years, and now that he got it, he didn’t want it anymore.

I was more upset by his reaction than he was about me ending our brief affair. I was rather angry at the boy. I was rejecting him, but it felt as if he was rejecting me. I got out of bed in a huff and made some comment that I was going to give him a sympathy blowjob, but he ruined that for himself. After I got out of the shower, Justin was in the kitchen sitting at the dinette table eating a bowl of cereal. I got on my knees and sucked his cock. I just couldn't resist one more time.

Patrick came home that night, around nine, and we immediately went to bed. As I was holding my husband’s hand, walking behind him, I looked over my shoulder at Justin, who was sitting on the couch. The expression on his face was not one I expected.

He was grinning at me, but he was not grinning about our “secret”. Justin had a stupid grin on his face that read, someone is about to get her brains fucked out. That not only confused me, but I also found it odd. I expected him to be jealous.

I was glad he was not jealous, and I was dreading when Justin saw that I was going to have sex with my husband. But I didn’t expect him to act like he was. The look on his face looked like he was turned on by it. He did tell me he got aroused listening to me having sex with Patrick, and I briefly wondered if he was going to be listening that night.

All thoughts of Justin went out of my head when, in the bedroom, my husband took me in his arms and started kissing me. I had a lot of sex over the last few days, but God, I wanted my husband so bad, and he made me feel as if I had not had sex in months.

We kissed passionately as we undressed each other. I was wearing only my panties and giggling as Patrick picked me up, carried me to the bed, and gently laid me down on it.

My husband kneeled above me and started kissing me as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I had sex with Justin this weekend,” I told him as he was kissing my neck.

While I was not inexperienced in sex as I was before I started dating my husband, since Patrick showed me and taught me so much on how to please a man sexually and the various ways a woman can receive incredible sexual pleasure from a man, I didn’t know anything about fetishes.

As our sex life evolved to ultimately become swingers, I learned about fetishes and the ones I had, which will be revealed as the story continues.

My husband didn’t have the same fetishes as I was to discover I had, I don’t think he had any fetishes. All he had was an enormous sex drive and insatiable sexual appetite that would leave me exhausted and sore, but even then, I still wanted more of him.

Eventually, when my husband started having sex with another young woman, I discovered his enormous sexual appetite extended beyond me, and he left the poor girl sore and exhausted as well, but that is a future chapter.

I can’t find a word for my first fetish I was aware of, but after I had sex with Justin, I had one. When I told Patrick I had sex with Justin, I wasn’t confessing to him. I was telling him because I got aroused by it, and I admit I was hoping he would be a little jealous. There was another reason why I wanted to tell him about Justin and me. I wanted to give him details.

While my husband was gone and Justin and I were spending time alone together, acting like lovers, and having sex, it aroused me to think about giving Patrick details about it. I wanted to tell him how I sucked the boy’s cock, how he went down on my pussy, how he fucked me, and how I let him fuck me in the butt.

“That’s nice, baby, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” he whispered in my ear and continued to kiss my neck. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and I lifted my back to help him take it off.

I gasped out when Patrick’s fingers started playing with my erect nipples. But I was disappointed in his reaction. I wanted him to ask about the details, but he was too focused on giving me pleasure.

“It was fun, but he is not as good as you,” I told my husband. I thought he might have been jealous. I did tell him the truth. While sex with Justin was great, he was not as good as my husband.

“Ok,” Patrick told me, and started kissing my breasts, and I again gasped out in pleasure when he took a nipple into his mouth.

I pouted at his lack of interest. “The first time we had sex was funny,” I told him, trying a different approach. “He was too excited and finished really quickly.” I giggled as I remembered my first time with Justin and how awful it was.

“OK, baby,” my husband responded and started kissing and licking my stomach. He pulled my panties off.

“Ohh, God….that feels so good,” I moaned out when my husband started using his finger to stimulate my clit. I soon forgot all about Patrick’s lack of interest with my sex with Justin when he started using his mouth and fingers on my pussy and clit.

My husband was a god of foreplay. I know I only had two men to compare foreplay with, but later, when we became swingers and I had other men, some came close to my husband’s foreplay skills, but none could outdo him.

My feelings on my husband’s foreplay skills could have to do with the fact that I had incredible love for him, I admit that. But when we were in the swinger lifestyle, I had other women he was with tell me he certainly knew how to use his hands and mouth on their pussies.

My husband liked to use his fingers and mouth to bring me to the brink of ecstasy and stop, kiss me, and lick me on other parts of my body, and then start again. He would repeat that several times until I was begging him to make me cum or fuck me; sometimes to the point I was in tears with desire and frustration to orgasm. I didn’t know then that it was called edging.

Patrick was doing that to me that night, and I was in tears as I begged him to make me cum. He would chuckle and tell me to be patient. He enjoyed tormenting me that way, and I admit that while I hated it, I loved it also.

He finally brought me to orgasm, and then he made love to me. I had two more orgasms as we made love passionately.

“Justin has a nice penis,” I told my husband randomly as I was cuddled against him and running my hands over his hairy chest. “Not as big as yours, but felt good inside me.”

“That’s nice, dear,” Patrick replied as if he didn’t care. “I am glad you enjoyed him.”

“He fucked me in this bed…our bed,” I told my husband.

I was starting to get upset that he didn’t want to know the details of my sex with Justin. I wanted to tell him all about it in detail, but my husband didn’t seem to want to know. It would have aroused me to tell Patrick how Justin’s cock felt in my mouth, how I swallowed his cum, how he grunted loudly as he fucked me, how his cock felt in my pussy, and how many times I had an orgasm. But my mean husband didn’t want to hear it.

“I hope you changed the sheets,” Patrick tells me.

“I let him put it in my butt,” I told my husband, hoping that would get a different reaction. “It felt so good that I let him do that way a lot.” I was getting angry at his lack of interest and was now trying to make him jealous.

That was a lie. I only allowed Justin to fuck my ass twice. Even though I enjoyed anal sex, I didn’t do it often, well, at that point in my life. Later, it was a lot more. But then I only had anal sex about on average two or maybe three times a month. I lied to my husband because I wanted him to get jealous, thinking Justin got to fuck me in my butt more than he did. It didn’t work.

“That’s nice, baby, I am sure he appreciated that,” he responded. “You do like it in the ass,” he told me as he pulled me tighter to him.

I pulled away and turned over to put my back to my husband. I knew he wanted to have sex again, and while I did also, I was not going to let him. I was being a brat because I was not getting what I wanted.

“He fucked me without a condom,” I mentioned. “Maybe he got me pregnant, and I’ll have to divorce you and marry him.”

“Well, let’s wait until the baby is born and we do a DNA test to make sure who the father is before you make such a rash decision,” my husband teased me.

I wanted to scream out in frustration, but instead, I pulled the sheets over my shoulder and placed an extra pillow behind my back to separate us.

Patrick moved the pillow and pressed his body against me, and I felt his erection in the small of my back. He slid his arm over me and started to play with my nipple. I moaned in pleasure, but then moved to the edge of the bed and pushed his arm off of me.

“I don’t want to,” I said in a pouty voice. “You're being mean.”

Patrick laughed. “How am I being mean?”

“Because you don’t want to hear about Justin and me having sex,” I said in a childlike voice.

My husband laughed at me again and pressed his body against mine once more. He then placed a hand between my legs and slid it up to my thigh. I clamped down tight with my thighs so he could not touch my pussy. He chuckled.

“Jennifer, I’m glad you had fun with Justin, and you can continue to if you want, and I don’t mind at all. I just don’t get turned on by listening to it,” he told me.

“Oh, so you are jealous,” I responded with a tone of victory in my voice. “You should be, he fucked my brains out many times while you were gone. I’m surprised I have enough energy left to have sex with you,” I tell my husband in a cruel voice.

That was only half true. Justin did fuck my brains out many times, but I always had the energy and desire to have sex with my husband.

Patrick wiggled his hand up my thigh, and despite my effort to stop him, his fingers brushed against the hairs of my pussy. I made a sigh of desire and relaxed my thigh muscles so he could gain access to my pussy. Sometimes I hated when his mere touch anywhere on my body aroused me, just like now. That’s why I never won an argument with my husband. All he had to do was touch me seductively, and I surrendered myself to him.

“Ohh…I…I want to tell you…ohh, my! I…ohh…I…ohh…about what happened,” I said between whimpering moans of pleasure as my husband used his fingers inside my pussy.

“Will that make you happy, baby?” My husband asked as he was kissing the back of my neck.

“Ohh…yes, please let me,” I moaned out.

“Ok. Get on top of me and go slow as you tell me all about it,” my husband told me, and I giggled.

Patrick always indulged my whims and spoiled me, even when I traded in his Ford Mustang GT 5.0 for a minivan.

I got on top of my husband, reached behind me, took hold of his erect cock, and guided it into my pussy. I then hunched down and started kissing his neck as I slowly started to grind my hips. As I did, I started telling him of the things Justin and I did.

I started with how I started to masturbate in front of him, and giggled when I told Patrick how Justin got so excited and couldn’t control his desire for me. Telling my husband about another man fucking me aroused me a great deal. I had to pause when I had an orgasm and again several moments later when I climaxed again, when I was telling Patrick how Justin fucked me in the butt.

I could not believe how turned on I got telling my husband about Justin and me having sex. Patrick was a good sport when I was telling him. It didn’t turn him on, but he humored me and let me continue as I slowly fucked him, up to a point.

Patrick soon got bored with my story, but not with us having sex. He started kissing my neck and then my ears. I had many sexual weaknesses when it came to surrendering to my husband, and my ears were one of the worst.

Patrick started kissing, licking, and sucking my ear. He gently nibbled on my lobes, ran his tongue over my ear, and drove his wet tongue into my ear canal. He kept up his sensual attention to my ear, and I soon stopped talking and started making loud whimpering moans. He was driving me crazy with desire!

Patrick slid his hands down to my butt, gripped my butt cheeks, placed his feet flat on the bed, and started thrusting his hips up, driving his cock hard into my pussy. I buried my face into his neck, and my whimpering moans turned into louder grunting cries of pleasure.

After I had another orgasm, my husband pushed me onto my back and started to fuck me hard. I gripped him tight and dug my fingers into his back and enjoyed his masculine grunts of exertion and pleasure mixed with my feminine, moaning grunts, the bed creaking, the box spring squeaking, and our bodies slapping together.

I often thought I should buy us a new bed, box spring, and mattress so it wouldn’t creak and squeak so much when we had sex. I never did, though, because I liked the sound echoing in the room when my husband and I, and now Justin and I, fucked. The sounds of sex turned me on. Maybe that is a fetish also, I didn’t know, all I knew was I liked hearing it. Later, I discovered I liked the sex noises of other people also, even when I was not involved.

I had another orgasm as he fucked me, and then after that one ended, I had another one. I climaxed easily and quickly with Patrick, and while not as fast or as many times, I orgasmed a lot with Justin, also, and later the same with other men. It was just how I am.

A humorous side story. When Patrick and I first started having sex, and he would make me cum so quickly and often and give me multiple orgasms, it scared me. Yes, it scared me. Not when it happened, but after. Remember, I was a virgin and never even masturbated, and never had an orgasm until Patrick and I had sex. He was the first and, up until Justin, the only man who ever touched my pussy. I seriously thought there was something wrong with me.

It worried me so that I told my “female” doctor about it when I was getting a new prescription for birth control. She laughed and told me, “Lucky girl”, and assured me nothing was wrong with me. She then started to explain that some women are more sensitive than others and went into medical terms, but I stopped listening after she said there was nothing to worry about, and I was healthy.

After my husband ejaculated more cum into my pussy, we again cuddled. I told him that I told Justin we were not going to have sex again, and how the boy took it so well.

“He does have a girlfriend, Jennifer, and I am sure he gets enough for her,” Patrick teased me.

“She’s a whore, and he deserves much better than her,” I told Patrick in a spiteful tone. He laughed.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” he continued to tease me.

“I am not!” I insisted. I was not jealous of Justin’s girlfriend; I just didn’t like her.

I asked my husband about his weekend with his reserve duty and giggled at the same thing he told me every time, how little respect he had for Reserve Marines who never did a term on active duty.

My husband loved the Marine Corps and would have stayed an active duty Marine and retired from the Marines, but his older brother was killed in a car accident. He could have stayed in, but he grew up just him, his brother, and his mother. When his brother died, Patrick did not re-enlist for active duty but stayed in the Reserves.

After we talked for a while, cuddled, kissed, whispered words of love to one another, we had sex one more time before we went to sleep. I hated when my husband was away from me for just one night, but I sure did love the time we spent in bed making up for him being away for three nights.

The next few days went normally, except on the occasions Justin would look at me and give me a knowing grin that would make me blush. I still lusted after him, but I stuck to my guns and controlled myself.

Patrick was given an important project at work and spent a lot of nights in his office working on it. He sometimes did not come to bed until after I was asleep. We had not had sex in a few days, and I was horny. It was an extremely important project, but I didn’t care. I hated being neglected.

My husband was working in his office, and I tried to seduce him. I told him to take a break, and I would give him a blowjob and let him bend me over his desk and fuck me. He laughed and told me he needed to work but would make it up to me later that night.

I didn’t want him to make it up to me later that night. I wanted him and sex right then! I left his office in a huff and decided to do some laundry. I gathered up our laundry from our room and asked Justin if he needed anything washed, and to bring it to the laundry room.

Justin walked into the laundry room, and I looked him up and down and smiled. I sat on the washer and quickly pulled down the athletic shorts I was wearing and then my panties. I giggled at the look on his face. Before he could say anything, I grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulled him to me, and started kissing him.

“Are you sure? Patrick is just in the other room,” Justin told me as I was trying to unbutton his shorts.

“I won’t be loud,” I told him. “I can be quiet.”

He laughed. “Jennifer, I don’t think you can be quiet when getting fucked,” he told me as I was kissing his neck and fumbling with the button on his shorts.

I pulled my head back and frowned. “Well, if you don’t want to,” I left the sentence unfinished and giggled when Justin quickly pulled his shorts down.

Justin grabbed my hips, pulled me to him, and penetrated me in one hard thrust. I cried out loudly and quickly put my hand over my mouth. Maybe he was right, I could not be quiet when having sex.

I placed my arms around his neck. “Make it quick, baby, fuck me hard,” I urged him.

Justin did make it quick, and he did fuck me hard. He rammed his cock in and out of my pussy with a great deal of force. The washing machine moved back against the wall and slammed against the wall with each thrust, slamming into my pussy. I bit down hard on the bottom of my lip to try and not cry out, but it didn’t work, and I gave a loud cry of pleasure when Justin’s cock hit my cervix, a sensation I liked.

“Wait…ugh God, wait, baby,” I grunted out.

Justin stopped his thrusts into me, and I reached behind my back and turned the washing machine on, hoping the sound of the washer filling with water would hide my moans.

“Ok, baby, fuck me,” I told Justin.

It was a very nice and satisfying quickie. As I was cumming, Justin orgasmed as well and ejaculated into my pussy.

After we were done, we quickly got dressed. After we were dressed, Justin grinned at me. “I thought we weren’t going to fuck anymore?”

“Shut up!” I told him and then kissed his cheek. “That was the last time,” I assured him.

Later that night, when Patrick and I were in bed, my husband was on top of me and kissing his way down my body.

“You may not want to do that,” I told him as he was kissing my stomach. I knew he was going to use his mouth on my pussy. “I let Justin fuck me earlier, and some of his cum may still be inside me.”

Patrick laughed. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Even though I told Justin the time in the laundry room was the last time, it wasn’t. The following Saturday, I was going to the grocery store.

“Justin, would you come to the store with me?” I asked as I was about to leave.

He was sitting on the sofa watching television, and my husband was still working on the project for his work that was due on Monday.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I wash your clothes and cook your food, that’s why,” I told him in a stern voice.

Justin gave an exasperated sigh and got up and came with me. I handed Justin the keys to my minivan and told him to drive.

“Turn at the next road on the right,” I told Justin as we were about a mile from the house and about three miles from the store.

“Why?” he asked.

“I want to show you something. Just turn, and then about a mile is a gravel road on the left and turn there,” I insisted.

Our house was in a nice subdivision that had a clubhouse and neighborhood pool, but it was in the suburbs, and there were large tracts of land that were undeveloped surrounding our subdivision. Land people hunted or just left vacant, hoping to sell to large developers.

“That’s the road there,” I told Justin as we got close to the gravel road.

It was isolated, and maybe it was a hunter’s trail to get deeper into the woods. I told Justin to stop and park on a small dirt side road.

He did as I told him, and when I unbuckled my seat belt, Justin finally got the hint of what I wanted to show him.

“What happened to this will be the last time?” he asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. I just giggled. “How much time do we have?” he asked.

I smiled as I turned my body towards him. “I have a very long list,” I replied.

“Good because I want you to suck my cock and I want to taste your pussy before we fuck,” he promised me.

I grinned. “Oh, I am sure I will just forget something that is not on the list, and we have to turn back and go to the store again,” I teased to let him know I was not in a rush.

Justin pulled down his jeans, and I bent down and put his cock in my mouth. After he came in my mouth, I kept sucking his cock to keep it hard. We then got in the back seat of the minivan.

My minivan had bucket seats in the back row, and I moved it back as far as it would go, lay back in the car seat, and pulled down my jeans and panties. Justin knelt on the floor of the van and used his mouth and fingers on me until I had an orgasm. We then changed positions. I took off my shirt and bra so Justin could fondle my breasts and play with my nipples as I rode his cock and had another orgasm. When he was about to cum, I got off him and got on my knees on the floor and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth.

I didn’t want him cumming inside me because I wanted my husband to use his mouth on my pussy later that night. After we were done, the windows of the van were fogged over since it was cold outside, and we got dressed.

On the way back home, Justin wanted to pull over again to have sex, but I told him no. I did suck his cock while he was driving.

That night in bed with my husband, I told him what I did, and he laughed. I tried to give him the details as we made love, but again, he was not interested and indulged my fetish only for a little while.

So, I was now having sex with the two men who lived in my house. Justin thought we were having a discreet affair, and I never told him differently. I did feel guilty about it. I felt my husband and I were using Justin in some type of perverted sex game. Patrick told me not to worry about it because the younger boy would not mind at all as long as I was sucking his cock and he was fucking my pussy.

I would find ways to “sneak around” with Justin to have sex or give him a quick blowjob, as well as have sex with my husband. I would have sex with both on the same day. I would have sex with my husband at night, wait until he went to sleep, sneak down to the basement, wake up Justin, and have sex with him. Neither one of them ever complained about having me after the other one did.

They both fucked me one day in my minivan on separate occasions. I was playing in a softball tournament that lasted all week. Teams would come from all over the state and neighboring states to play in the annual tournament. There were church leagues, industrial leagues, and independent leagues all playing in separate brackets. I played on the female team for my work. I was good at softball and loved it. While this was slow pitch, I played fast pitch in high school and was a walk-on in college.

We had our first game, and Justin came to see me play while my husband was at work. While waiting for our next game, Justin and I left in my van and drove to a nearby isolated area. I sucked his cock, and then he fucked me.

Later that evening, after our team advanced and we were waiting for the last game we would play that day, my husband came to see me play after he got off work. I did the same with him as I did with Justin.

Of course, my husband knew every time I had sex with Justin or gave him a blowjob; I told him because it turned me on to talk about it. Sometimes he would humor me and let me tell him the details, other times he would tell me to hush and fuck me.

Even though I felt guilty about using Justin, I was enjoying myself and felt positively wicked. I had never been a wicked girl, and I liked feeling like one.

I did have to learn to pace myself after about a week and a half. I was getting worn out and exhausted with as much sex as I was having. I sometimes told Justin no, or I was not in the mood and went a couple of days without having sex with him. Sometimes I would just suck his cock to satisfy his needs. I never told my husband no. While I could resist my lust for Justin, I could never resist my husband’s sexual advances.

“Baby, I am feeling guilty about Justin,” I told my husband as we were in bed one night, about a month and a half since I started my affair with Justin.

We were cuddled together and kissing. Patrick was kissing my neck and teasing my nipples as my hand was slowly stroking his erection.

“How so?” Patrick asked me as he continued to kiss my neck.

“It’s just wrong that we are using him,” I answered.

“I’m not the one using him,” my husband told me as he nibbled on my earlobe. I gasped out in pleasure. “You’re the one sucking his dick and fucking him all the time. I’m surprised your pussy is not loose as a broken-in baseball glove as much cock you have been getting lately,” he teased me and started licking my ear, running his tongue over my lobes, ear, and into my ear canal.

“Ohh…baby…oh, God...baby, stop, please. I’m serious,” I moaned out and pushed him away from me. I ignored his crude comment.

Patrick smiled and ran his hand over my cheek. “Ok, baby, let's talk. If you want to end your affair with him, then that’s up to you. I think he will take it ok,” Patrick said.

“Well…I…well, I don’t want to do that,” I told him, and my husband laughed. “Do you really think he would take it ok?” I asked. I didn’t want Justin to be ok if I ended our affair. I wanted him to be upset about it and maybe even hurt.

Patrick nodded. “Yeah, he still sees Amber and fucking her, so it’s not like he is going to go without pussy, and Amber is a pretty girl.”

“Oh,” I replied and frowned at the mention of Justin’s girlfriend. I didn’t know they were still dating, and I hated her! “I was thinking that maybe…if it’s ok with you, that we, umm, well, maybe we could tell Justin that you knew all along he and I were having sex and you are ok with it. I wouldn’t feel so guilty about it then.”

“And?” Patrick asked as if he knew something I didn’t.

“And what?” I replied accusingly.

“Go ahead and ask, baby, I know what you want, so just ask,” Patrick said and chuckled.

“What? I have no idea what you are talking about!” I told him with indignation.

My husband laughed at me. “You want both of us to fuck you,” he told me.

“Both of you are fucking me,” I replied sharply.

My husband laughed again. “You want us to fuck you at the same time.”

“That’s gross,” I told my husband. “Eww…I never even thought of that.” I lowered my head so he could not see my face.

“Ok,” Patrick replied, but sounded as if he didn’t believe me. “We are done talking about this right now. I want you to suck my cock and I want to cum in your mouth,” he told me in an authoritative tone.

“But I’m not done talking about it,” I replied. “We…owww,” I whimpered out when he grabbed my hair and pulled it hard.

“Jennifer, we are done talking about it for now,” Patrick told me again.

“Ok, baby,” I replied.

I was not a submissive wife, and Patrick was certainly no abusive husband. Quite the opposite, he pampered me, spoiled me, and indulged me. But sometimes he did take control of me when he needed to. I liked it when he got forceful like he was then. His authority over me turned me on.

I grew up with loving parents, and they sometimes spoiled me, but I was not a spoiled child, and they didn’t give in to my every whim. I didn’t throw temper tantrums when I didn’t get my way or what I wanted. I didn’t ask for things I knew they could not give me. I was not spoiled like my best friend Mandy was, who got almost everything she wanted, and she asked for a lot. That was not the type of person I was.

But I became spoiled when I married Patrick. It was his fault because he spoiled me. At first, I kept telling him he didn’t have to do the things he did for me, but he did it out of love for me, and I got used to it. I spoiled him as well, but not like he spoiled me. I got so used to it that I started taking advantage of it, and there were times he needed a “firm hand” to rein me in.

Oh, not that he ever hit me or anything like that. Patrick would never do that to me or any woman, plus I would not stand for that, and I would hit him back and then leave him, no matter how much I loved him. I was not the type of woman to be in that type of relationship. But, again, there were times he needed to show his authority over me as his wife, and I got aroused by it. I sometimes acted like a brat on purpose because it turned me on when he got forceful and authoritative over me.

Patrick let go of my hair and turned over on his back. I moved and got between his legs and took his hard, eight-and-a-half-inch cock in my hand, and bit my lower lip due to the excitement of putting it in my mouth.

My husband was the only man I had sex with, and his cock was the second penis I had ever seen. The first was my high school boyfriend, whom I never had sex with, but would give him handjobs and blowjobs. I was naïve about men’s penis size. I honestly didn’t know they could be different sizes or shapes.

After seeing Patrick for the first time, I thought my previous boyfriend was just small. I didn’t know he was average size until I saw Justin’s cock for the first time. It was not until then that I realized my husband had a large penis. It would be about a couple of years later when we became swingers that I discovered men’s cocks came in all types of shapes and sizes, some men were not circumcised, and some men were more endowed than my husband.

I took him in my mouth and started giving my husband a slow, sensual blowjob. I liked giving blowjobs in various ways. Slow and sensual like I was doing then, quick and wet and sloppy, and even having my husband fuck my mouth and make me gag and choke while pulling my hair.

I had the tip of his penis in my mouth while I ran my tongue over it in a circular motion, my hands were on my husband’s thighs, and I looked up at Patrick. He had propped his back against the headboard and was watching me suck his cock. I liked it when he watched me give him a blowjob, and I liked it when Justin watched me also.

I kept my eyes on my husband’s face and slowly took more of him in my mouth and down my throat until I swallowed about half of his cock. Patrick let out a faint groan of pleasure. I brought my head back up and then slowly went down again, and then back up. I enjoyed the look of pleasure on my husband’s face. Making him feel good made me feel good.

After repeating the action several times, I took my mouth off his cock and looked at it. It was glistening with saliva. I thought that was sexy. I looked up at my husband.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked.

“Not yet, baby, keep sucking it. I want to come in your mouth and then we can fuck,” Patrick replied.

I gave a nervous giggle. “No, not that. Do you want a threesome…me, you, and Justin?” I asked. “I’ll do it if you want.”

Patrick gave a loud, exaggerated sigh of annoyance. “Jennifer, that’s enough. We’ll talk about it later,” Patrick told me.

“But you did it before, you told me, and if you want to do it again, I’m just letting you know I will if you want me…owww…that hurts,” I whined when he interrupted me by pulling my hair again. Yeah, it hurt, but it was so damn hot!

Patrick forced my head back down, and I opened my mouth. I wanted to giggle, but I refrained. I knew he was getting annoyed with me and was going to fuck my mouth and make me gag on his cock. I was hoping he would; that’s one of the reasons I said what I did. The other reason was that I wanted a threesome with my husband and my lover. I wanted them to fuck me at the same time.

I had thought about it ever since I started having sex with Justin. I would daydream at work about Justin fucking me and Patrick watching and even encouraging the younger man to fuck me harder and faster, or telling him what to do. I daydreamed about Patrick fucking me while Justin watched as Patrick told the younger boy, "This is how you fuck my wife," or other dirty, similar things.

I thought about them fucking me from behind while I was sucking the other one’s cock. I thought about being on my back and one of them on top of me, as the other knelt next to my face and would shove his cock in my mouth. I thought about being on my knees and them standing over me and making me suck their cocks; going from one to the next until they both ejaculated on my face.

When I fantasized about both of them fucking me, my fantasy was being treated like a whore. That may not sound odd, but for me it was. I was ashamed of that part of my fantasy, but I couldn't help it. While having sex with both my husband and Justin, I never thought of myself as a whore or a slut, and even years later, when we became swingers, I never thought of myself as a whore or a slut.

I was not a whore or a slut, even when we were swingers and the things I did then. I was just enjoying myself. There was only one point in my life when I not only thought of myself as a whore but I was one, and that comes much later in my story. I am not ashamed of the things I did when I was in the swinger lifestyle, and I don't regret it. But I am ashamed and regret the things I did during that time.

I didn’t want to tell my husband about my fantasy because I was ashamed of it. I didn’t want my husband to think I was such a whore I wanted two men at the same time. I decided to play coy and make him believe it was his idea and not mine.

I knew Patrick had done a threesome before with him and a Marine buddy of his; two times. When my husband and I were dating, I would ask him about his sexual past. I wanted to know, and it turned me on to talk about it. I was not jealous of the girls in his past. He was mine now, and I knew no other woman could ever come between us.

He told me the first time was with an older woman he and his buddy met when he was stationed in North Carolina. When I asked how old she was, he told me in her late thirties. The second time was when he and the same buddy fucked a female naval officer when they were on board a ship.

I also knew he had a threesome with two girls before. I thought that was gross, and he laughed when I told him so. I could not fathom having sex with another woman.

“I told you we would discuss it later,” my husband reminded me, using his commanding tone.

“Sorry,” I whimpered. “I just want to…”

I was interrupted when my husband pushed my head down and forced his cock in my mouth. While he was still pulling my hair, he fucked my mouth as punishment for my disobedience. Like that was punishment, I liked it when he did that.

Patrick forced my head up and down as he thrust up into my mouth. I was soon gagging, making gurgling and gulping whimpering sounds, and choking on his cock. The more he forced his cock deep down my throat, my saliva became thick and gooey.

Patrick would pull my head up so his cock would come out to my mouth, I would gasp for air and cough, and then he would force my head down and make me fuck his cock with my mouth.

My husband repeated that several times and then grunted out that he was going to cum. Instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulled my head up by my hair, used his right hand to jerk his cock, and ejaculated over my face.

I tried to catch as much of his delicious cum in my mouth as I could, but most of it splashed on my face, not close enough to my mouth.

When my husband let go of my hair, I sat up, wiped my face, licked my fingers clean, and pouted. “That was unexpected,” I told him.

Patrick chuckled. “I figured you had been guzzling so much cum lately that anymore would give you a stomachache,” he told me.

“Patrick!” I squealed out and playfully slapped his leg. “That was mean!”

He laughed. “But true, plus you know you like a good facial every now and then,” he reminded me.

I rolled my eyes at his vulgarity. “I still prefer when all of it goes on my mouth,” I told him and giggled.

I moved and lay on top of my husband and started kissing his chest. “So, do you want to do a threesome with Justin?” I asked him in a demure tone to my voice. “I don’t care either way, but I will if you want to.”

Patrick laughed at me again. “Baby, just come out and tell me that you want to get fucked by both of us at the same time,” he told me, and I blushed but didn’t deny it. “If that’s what you want, then I am ok with it, but it may not be how you imagine it.”

I laid my chin on his chest and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

Patrick reached down and ran his fingers through my hair, and smiled when his fingers brushed through some cum in my hair. “It just may not be like you think it will be. It may not be so simple.”

“How hard can it be? I mean, the two of you just…well…you just put it in me and fuck me, and I can use my mouth on who is not inside me. Then after that, you two change, or Justin can watch when you do me, or you can watch when he does me. Does not sound so hard,” I insisted.

Patrick smiled at my innocence. “Sounds easy, sure, but some guys don’t like being naked in front of other men…”

“That’s stupid,” I interrupted.

“Yeah, but some guys are like that,” my husband informed me. “Then some guys may not be able to get an erection with another man there and have performance issues,” Patrick told me.

“Ut, uh!” I replied. “That’s crazy…I mean…I don’t believe that. I am pretty, and Justin thinks I am hot and sexy, and like you, he is always hard and wants me.”

Patrick laughed. “Yeah, but that is just you two alone. Then there are other things. Two men fucking you at the same time can bring out the worst in them,” he told me.

“Like what? Both of you already do perverted things to me,” I teased him.

“Funny, but I mean more perversions. It may make us treat you like a whore and get rougher on you than normal,” he told me.

“I like it rough sometimes, as you well know, and I can be a whore,” I pouted again.

Patrick laughed. “What happened to that innocent girl I married?” he asked.

I giggled, “Baby, I have not been an innocent girl since the first time we had sex. You corrupted me.”

Patrick laughed again, and I started kissing his chest and licking his nipples. My hand reached down, and I smiled when I discovered his cock was hard. I took it in my hand, moved my body up, and straddled my husband. I guided his cock to my pussy and lowered myself on it.

“Is my pussy as loose as a baseball glove?” I asked.

“Baby, your pussy is a tight as it was the first time we fucked. You have the greatest pussy my cock has ever been in,” Patrick told me.

I smiled, “Good answer,” I told him, and started to fuck my husband.

Hours later, before we went to sleep, my husband and I agreed we would invite Justin to join us in bed.