Putting my book aside, I got up and slipped off my sweatpants and sweatshirt. Underneath, I wore a pink satin bra with some black lace trim. It uplifted but barely contained my ample assets. Down below, I wore matching undies that were fairly skimpy, not quite a thong but certainly the most revealing I had ever worn. I put a nice little pink kimono-style wrap on over top, enough to hide my near nudity but short so that my toned, tanned legs were on full show.
As I walked out to the kitchen, nervousness started taking hold. I was about to do something I had never done before; never even dreamed of doing until the past few months. A fantasy was, I hoped, about to be fulfilled but part of me was still not totally comfortable with that fantasy. Still, my excitement at what was to come was enough to override my case of nerves.
It had all begun a few days earlier. After an evening of good, hard fucking, I had been lying in the arms of my husband Danny, enjoying the warmth of his big, hairy body. Somehow, I am still not sure why, the time felt right to broach the subject of my recent dreams and fantasies with him.
“Danny Boy,” I whispered, calling my husband by my pet name for him, “I need to tell you something and I need you to listen before you react, okay?”
“Sure, hon,” he replied, “What’s up?”
“I have been having …,” I paused, feeling myself tensing up, “Having these dreams and fantasies recently. Very powerful, sexual ones. They disturb me but they also arouse me incredibly. So much that I have to stop what I am doing and masturbate, preferably with my toy. And the orgasms are always fucking strong. Like tonight’s.”
Danny knew about my dildo and didn’t mind me using it. I had even bought him a masturbation sleeve for his birthday the previous year and we had used our respective toys in front of each other at times.
“Very powerful, then,” he said with a chuckle, giving me a light squeeze, “So what kind of fantasies are they?”
I hesitated, afraid of how he might react, then the words spilled out, “I want to be shared, Danny Boy. I want to be used for the pleasure of several men at once. I want a cock in both ends. I want…”
The words stopped as tears came to my eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t love you or you’re not enough for me,” I went on, barely holding back sobs, “I just feel at times like I want to be a hot little slut.”
Danny was silent, then responded, “I’ve sometimes thought it would be fun to see you with another guy. But it never seemed like something you’d go for, though, honey. Hearing you say this is … strange but exciting. Is this for real?”
“It is. I know how weird it sounds,” I answered with a smile, “I’ve always been the good Christian girl, haven’t I? Married my first and made him my one and only. Maybe that’s why. Maybe I’m finally trying to break that mold. So do you like the idea?”
“I do. Do you have any ideas on who?”
Now I was really getting excited. The thought that Danny might actually be into my fantasy was arousing in and of itself.
“Well … um … your hockey buddy Hank is one I’ve had fantasies about,” I confessed, “I got a couple glimpses of him naked at the cottage last summer and he’s … well built.”
Danny chuckled and answered, “Indeed. And he’s available as far as I know. What about Colin? He’s single right now as well and has a nice thick cock, too. He’ll fill you up nicely.”
A vision of Colin, taller and a bit sleeker than Hank with a neat little beard, danced through my mind.
“Yeah, I could go for that,” I responded dreamily, “Do you think they will go for it?”
“Well, Hank probably will. He’s said things in the past that suggest he’d be happy to get some action with you. Less sure about Colin but he’s pretty loose with the ladies these days so I’d be surprised if he didn’t join in once he knew I was cool with it. They’re both coming over to watch the last Wings game of the regular season next Sunday afternoon. It’s probably going to be a big one so we’ll all be pumped and a bit drunk. Might be the ideal opportunity.”
The image of being enjoyed sexually by these three big, hot men sent a little shiver of excitement through me.
“I love it, Danny Boy,” I said, after giving him a wet, sloppy kiss, “I’ll hit La Senza for some new lingerie before then. Might as well do this to the hilt.”
He laughed and then we shut off the light.
My mind still replaying that conversation, I pulled some cold beers from the fridge and put them on a tray. Carefully, I went down the stairs to the rec room, where the guys were still talking about the game. The tension between nervousness and sexual excitement had me really on edge now. Shyness was in there, too, since I had never really exposed myself so boldly to a man other than Danny. Even at the beach, I usually wore fairly modest swimsuits.
The men fell silent and their gazes all fell on me when I entered the room and put down the tray. It was obvious that my attire had been noticed and that our guests were wondering what was up.
“More beer, boys?” I asked after twisting one open for myself. I had been drinking wine upstairs while I was reading but I figured getting a bit more relaxed wouldn’t hurt.
Settling back in an armchair, I let my kimono fall partly open to give them a first look at the sexy underwear beneath. The reaction was what I hoped for: Three pairs of eyes all locked on me at once.
“Sure, Mary,” Hank said, grabbing a brew without ever removing his eyes from me.
Colin did the same, saying nothing. My husband had a wry smile on his face, enjoying the other men’s reactions to my sexy attire.
I took a swig from my bottle, then put it down on the table. The guys were still ogling me.
“Like what you see? I can show you more, if you want,” I cooed, leaning forward a little to show off my tits. Nerves and shyness fought to hold me back, but I was falling into the role of sexy lady now and that won out.
“Ah, yee … ah,” said Colin hesitantly with a nervous glance at Danny. Danny shot him a grin and a wink to show it was okay.
Hank took the hint right away.
“Love it, baby,” he said, “How about showing us a bit more, eh?”
Smiling, I stood up and untied the wrap, letting it fall to the floor. Walking up to Hank, I bent over and squeezed my 36D tits in my hands.
“Like this?” I said in what I hoped was my softest, sultriest voice.
He gulped and mumbled, “Oh yeah.”
“Want to touch them?” I said teasingly, hardly believing I had let those words leave my mouth, “I’ll let you.”
Tentatively, Hank reached up and ran his fingers over the exposed upper part of my left breast. Then, more confidently, he slid them down to touch the nipple that was pushing up against the material. The nipple stiffened and my pussy started to warm and moisten.
“I like that, Hank,” I said quietly, “More please.”
He pulled the bra cup down to reveal my nipple. Taking the large, dark bump between a thumb and a finger, he rolled and pinched it. I gasped. The feeling was electric, travelling down my spine to my increasingly aroused pussy. Glancing at Danny, I saw that he had settled on to his favorite chair to watch. There was a bulge in his sweatpants that was growing into a tent.
“Oh God, that’s good,” I said loudly, then straightened.
Hank stood up and moved in close to me. His mouth came down on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips. As we kissed, his fingers roughly squeezed and stroked my breasts.
Then I felt my bra go limp as someone behind me unfastened it. Hank slid it off my arms and threw it away. A nervous glance showed that Danny was still in his chair so I knew that it was Colin behind me.
Colin slid his arms around my torso to hold me against his body. I could feel skin and hair against my back and the hard swell of a cock being rubbed against my ass, too. Things were moving fast, maybe too fast. Still, it was what I had asked for and I was becoming very aroused as things progressed.