"...it's very different nowadays," Marisa heard John say from out on the porch.
Her husband and his friend Oliver were drinking beer, overlooking the backyard. She thought briefly about how there just never seemed to be any time for gardening. Her husband didn't seem to care that much, and in all fairness, Oliver probably didn't mind the mess either. She was pleased to see that her husband had at least cut the grass like she had asked him.
She shook these considerations out of her head as she joined them, holding three beers. "What's different honey?"
"Ah, perfect timing," John said, ignoring her question. He put down his empty bottle on the table and accepted a new one from his wife. "That's my dream girl, bringing fresh drinks just in time."
"You make me feel so appreciated," Marisa retorted sarcastically. Her husband grinned and blew her a kiss. Oliver was more formal, getting up to greet her by kissing her on the cheek.
"Nice to see you."
He was one of John's oldest friends, and she had known him almost as long as she had known her husband. He had come to stay with them several times before, usually after breaking up with the latest girlfriend. His relationships rarely passed the one year mark, and the pattern was repeating itself yet again.
"Thanks for dropping the kids off," her husband said as she took her seat next to him. This time his appreciation sounded more sincere. "Any problems?"
"No, not really. They seemed excited to stay with their grandparents."
"You didn't vacate the house of kids on my behalf, did you?" Oliver asked.
"The idea was to cheer you up - not scare you away from the idea of family life by exposing you to screaming kids all night," John said and chuckled.
"And to tell you the truth, it's nice to slip out of the whole mum role from time to time," Marisa added. "I was actually planning to go out with my girlfriends tonight, but several of them had sick kids so we decided to cancel."
"That's a pity," Oliver commented ruefully.
"It's OK," she said. "It just means you boys won't have the house to yourself tonight. I can act like I'm one of the guys though."
To emphasize her point, she took a swig from her bottle. A bit too eager, the beer overflowed in her mouth as the foam expanded. The guys laughed at her as she drooled onto her t-shirt.
"Very classy, honey! Shall I get you a bib?"
"Shit..." Marisa muttered as she tried to wipe the beer off her chest with her hand. The only effect was that she was making her breasts wiggle, and she stopped as she noticed both guys watching her. So much for being one of the guys.
"So, what were you talking about when I came?" Marisa said, changing the subject away from her clumsiness.
"We were just talking about my inability to hold down a steady girlfriend," Oliver moped. "It's starting to get a bit pathetic."
He paused and took a big gulp, finishing his beer.
"So, what was the problem with...?" Marisa paused as she realized she couldn't remember the name of Oliver's most recent girlfriend. "Sorry, was it Karen?"
"Kate," Oliver corrected her. "Not sure exactly what the problem was, but we ended up just having stupid arguments all the time. I think the age gap became a bit of a problem."
"Yeah, you need to stop robbing the cradle," John teased him. "What was she? 22?"
"24 actually. Twelve years apart isn't that huge, but I can't really say that she was mature for her age to be honest."
"How so?" Marisa asked.
"Well, like I was telling John just before you came, she was always ridiculously jealous. It just got too much after a while."
"Yeah, and I was just arguing that people get less jealous as they get older," John added.
Marisa stared at her husband with raised eyebrows. "People? What people?"
John rolled his eyes. "OK, OK. I have gotten less jealous with age."
Marisa smirked. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, I think so," John said defensively. "Don't you agree?"
"I don't know. Maybe." Marisa took a sip from her bottle, more careful this time.
"Come on, give me some credit!" John demanded. "Like tonight, I didn't object at all when you said you were going out partying with your girlfriends. If anything, I encouraged it, right?"
Marisa didn't reply. It was entertaining to watch her husband getting worked up. She could tell he was a bit tipsy and was kind of hoping he would say something stupid she could pick on him for. She loved him, but he could be a bit full of himself sometimes. She took pride in pointing it out to him.
"And I never protest when you dress up all sexy when you go out," he continued.
"Oh, you're such a noble man, aren't you?" she mocked him. "Do you want a medal for not being a possessive jerk?"
"No, honey, I'm just saying that I'm not jealous anymore," John said after a moment of silence, making an effort to halt the argument rather than escalate it.
"Really? And what do you think you could potentially be jealous about? What exactly do you think I do when I go out without you?"
John glanced at his friend. "Maybe we should talk about this some other time."
"Are you suddenly shy? Minutes ago you were bragging to your friend about how you're not jealous."
"Well, OK then" John said. "I think you dance and flirt with other guys. I think you like the attention and that it makes you feel sexy. And I'm OK with that. How is that suddenly not a good thing?"
"Oh no, I guess it's a good thing," Marisa replied. "I just don't think I give you any reasons to be jealous, so don't pat yourself too hard on the back."
"Are you saying that you never act flirtatious?" John asked, switching from defense to offense.
Marisa just shrugged her shoulders, not feeling like getting into details. Even though she always kept it at an innocent level, she certainly enjoyed the attention of other men from time to time. Hearing her husband calling her out on it made her feel mad, but at the same time oddly a bit turned on. She decided to let the argument die down for now and instead pressure her husband more on it later.
But after a moment of silence, John threw more fuel on the fire.
"You certainly seem to be pretty damn horny when you come home after a night out," he said, and she could tell he regretted it the moment his words left his mouth. Still, she wasn't going to let a comment like that fly by unnoticed.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she spat at him.
"Sorry, nothing... I didn't mean..."
"Are you implying I go out and have some sort of foreplay with other men, and then come home to you for the grand finale?"
Her husband stared at her with open mouth, unable to find any suitable words.
"Is that what you think?" she continued to press him. "Do you think I go out and act like some sort of slut? And are you saying it's all OK as long as I come home to the only cock in the world that could possibly satisfy me?"
John still didn't say anything. He looked confused and regretful, but also somewhat fascinated. In honesty, she was sure he wasn't actually assuming that she did anything particularly raunchy behind his back, but his words implied that she somehow might be acting slutty with her husband's blessing. It struck a chord inside her, and sparks of lust mixed with her anger.
"Sorry honey," John began his defense. "I wasn't suggesting..."
"I think I'll go inside and let you guys sort this out," Oliver interrupted him.
"No, don't bother," Marisa said. "I'm going to take a bath and calm down. And since you guys obviously are such modern men, why don't you prepare dinner in the meantime?"
"Of course, honey," John said, glad to be off the hook for the moment.
As she walked inside, she heard her husband apologizing to Oliver about putting him in the middle of it.
"Don't worry about it," Oliver said and chuckled. "Hearing couples argue kind of makes me feel good to be single"
Marisa headed upstairs to run her bath, and undressed in the bedroom while the tub was filling up. She looked herself over in the full length mirror, pleased with what she saw. She had the body of a 34 year old mother of two, but damn, she was still a sexy one. Sure, her tits weren't as high as they had been before the kids, but they were still good in her opinion. She had gained a cup size, and was now bordering between C and D. They were a source of pleasure for both herself and John, and they also seemed to get attention from other men. Again, the quarrel with her husband started running through her head, this time leaving her more turned on than angry.
She felt like taking advantage of the night without the kids, allowing her to slip out of the mum role. She decided to pamper herself and picked out some suiting bath foam with essential oils. Pouring it into the bath, she watched it turning into inviting bubbles. Before getting in, she brought out her kit and proceeded to trim her pubes. It was always part of her preparations when she was going out with her friends. Even though no one except her husband got to see the result in the end, it still made her feel sexy. She was just staying home tonight, but the ritual signified the demarcation between the stressful duties of a working mother and a woman allowing herself to let loose for the evening.
She slipped into the bath with an unwinding exhale. The warm water was suiting, and she soon started exploring her body. She was in a sexy mood, and was sure it was partly due to of the conversation with her husband. Did he really not mind at all if she flirted with other guys? And what if she went beyond just flirting? Her mind started playing naughty scenarios in her head.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yes?" she said, and hid her body under the bubbles as the door opened. She was surprised to see Oliver entering, covering his eyes with one hand and holding a glass of red wine in the other.
"Are you covered?" he asked.
Marisa quickly made sure that nothing inappropriate was showing. "I am."
"John asked me to bring you this," Oliver said and handed her the wine glass. "He was busy with the food so couldn't do it himself."
"Is that so?" Marisa said as she contemplated the accuracy of the statement. John might have been busy, but that was probably not the only reason. Perhaps he was afraid that she was still mad, or maybe he was trying to make a point about not being jealous by having another guy join her in the bathroom while she was naked. Or was there something else going on?
As she reached for the wine, she felt her breasts rising up from the covering foam. She was quick to cover them with her arm, but the motion made the bubbles clear away from her chest. Looking down, she could see she was creating quite the view of her pushed up chest, her arm and hand just barely covering her nipples. With the wine glass in her other hand, there wasn't much else she could do without exposing more of her tits. At least that's what she convinced herself. She was still feeling quite naughty, and she undeniably enjoyed the decadence of sitting there naked and increasingly exposed before her husband's friend. She felt very sexy.
As Marisa turned her gaze up to meet Oliver's, he reluctantly diverted his attention from her chest. She knew he was staring at her tits, hoping that she would lower her arm to reveal even more.
"I should leave," he said, realizing that there was no real reason for him to linger, other than the fact that he was enjoying the view. "John said to tell you that dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
"I'll be down soon," she replied, and felt a bit disappointed as he left and closed the door behind him. Oliver was a sexy man and she could tell he kept himself in good shape. He was physically quite similar to her husband, both of them slightly taller than average, and with nice, broad shoulders. She loved her husband and had never really considered being unfaithful, but Oliver had occasionally entered her erotic fantasies. She smirked, wondering how this would fly with her husband's alleged lack jealousness if she would have told him.
This brought her thoughts back to this topic. Was her husband actually being sincere? Sure, there was no reason he would object to the innocent flirting she did sometimes, but where was the limit? And was he implying he wouldn't mind if she did it right there in front of him? She was getting curious to find out, if nothing else to call her husband on his smug bluff.
It took her more than 30 minutes before she was ready to head downstairs to join them. John was obviously aiming to get back on his wife's good side and had set the kitchen table nicely with lighted candles. There was also some jazz lounge music playing, something he knew she liked. He had even put on a nice shirt and pants, and Oliver had followed suit. She heard them talking as she entered, the topic back to Oliver's failed relationships.
Their conversation however stopped mid-sentence as she made her appearance. The casual clothes she had worn before were long gone. To test her husband's claim, she had deliberately dressed provocative with her tightest red dress. It didn't even reach halfway down her thighs, and with a pair of high heels, her well-toned legs looked absolutely stunning. Inspired by the way Oliver had leered at her tits in the bath, she had picked out a strapless push-up bra. With the low-cut design of her dress, her cleavage was overflowing. Her hair was up to expose her slender neck, and she was wearing more makeup than usual to emphasize her facial features, matching her dress with a rich red lipstick.
"Wow honey," John said. "You look great."
"Yeah, no kids at home means I get to dress up and feel sexy," she replied, and giggled as she realized what she was admitting. She felt even sexier as both men unabashedly eyed her up and down, taking in what she was flaunting.
"Too much?" she asked, looking at her husband with a crooked smile. She defiantly put her hands on her hips.
"No..." he said vaguely as if his mind was trying to catch up. "No, not at all..."
He looked confused, but his face transformed into an expression she couldn't quite read. He wasn't showing disapproval or embarrassment though. If anything, he seemed pleased. Perhaps there was some truth to his claim. Then again, he might just be acting cool to make a point. She knew she would have to push him a bit further.
She took her seat at the short end of the table with her husband and Oliver on either side of her. They constantly kept peaking at her cleavage. She made no attempt to dissuade them. Instead, she made an effort to lean over to give them a good view. She smiled as she noticed how Oliver tried to be discreet about leering at her tits. She couldn't tell if his attempts to restrain himself were out of respect for her husband or herself. Either way, it was admittedly gratifying to see that he couldn't help himself. She looked at her husband, who still showed no sign of disapproval.
Oliver seemed to be enjoying himself, and Marisa was sure she was part of the reason. Still, he was naturally a bit down because of his recent break-up.
"I'm not really sad that the relationship is over," Oliver told her when she asked him how he was doing. "I'm just fed up with all these short relationships. It's about time I settle down, you know."
"I keep telling him he should focus on women his own age," John added.
"Is that right Oliver?" Marisa asked. "Do you have a thing for younger women?"
"No, no. Not at all," he defended himself. Turning to John he continued. "I would love to find a hot woman our age, but it seems the good ones are already taken." As he spoke, he held out his hand to point to Marisa. Realizing the potential inappropriateness of his remark, he covered his face and shook his head. "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right," he said.
Both John and Marisa laughed at his red face.
"I think it came out just fine," Marisa said. "I'll take it as a compliment, and John doesn't mind, right honey?"
"Of course not," he replied with a knowing smirk on his face. He obviously knew she was testing him again.
"There you go, Oliver," she said. "You can give me as many compliments that you like."
Oliver smiled sheepishly, uncertain what to say or do. He looked to John for guidance.
"Don't worry about him," Marisa said with a pleased grin. "He's not jealous, remember?"
"Indeed I am not," John said, shrugging his shoulders to indicate he didn't care one way or the other. "You can compliment my wife all you like. Won't bother me, and I'm sure she'll like the attention."
"There you go," Marisa said. Her husband's comment made her feel both aggravated and excited. "So, what compliment would you give me if you were trying to pick me up?"
"I don't know," Oliver said tentatively. "Maybe that you look pretty."
"Oh, that's sweet," Marisa said, grabbing his arm. "But a bit lame, don't you think?"
Oliver again looked at John to see his reaction.
"Go on, I honestly don't mind."
"OK, I guess I might say that you look sexy in that dress," Oliver said. He paused and let his eyes travel down over her body before returning to her eyes. "You look really sexy tonight, Marisa. Absolutely stunning."
"Ooo... That's better," Marisa replied and used her hands to fan her face. She was exaggerating the effect his comment had on her, but she wasn't unmoved by the attention. Her husband just seemed to be amused. "And you of course have no problem with your friend saying things like that to me?" she said, studying his face to read his reaction.
"How could I?" John replied and winked at her. "The man is merely speaking the truth."
"Smooth. Very smooth."
"Phew," Oliver exclaimed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand to pretend he was worried.
Marisa smirked at her husband as she tapped her fingers on the table, thinking that she wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. She was starting to like this game.
"So, if you saw me out in a bar..." she said, pausing to take a sip from her wine. "What would make you think I was one of the good ones?"
"Jesus, I don't know," Oliver said. He looked at John but his friend showed no sign of dissuading him. "I mean, of course you're one of the good ones. You're funny and smart and all that."
"But if you saw me in a bar you wouldn't know that," Marisa said. "So it would have to be something else."
"OK then. I think your eyes are very beautiful."
Marisa smiled at him. It was not a lie at his behalf. She was proud of her deep brown eyes, and her makeup was bringing them out alluringly. Still, given where Oliver kept peaking at her, she knew there were other attributes he was more attracted to at the moment. She was just about to urge him to be more honest when her husband beat her to it.
"I have to reiterate what my wife said before man. That's a bit lame."
Marisa quizzically looked at him. Was he challenging his friend to flirt with her more explicitly?
"You heard the man," she said.
"Well..." Oliver began. "I always thought your dimples were really cute."
"OK, go on," Marisa encouraged him.
Oliver took a big sip from his wine for support and glanced over to John to make sure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.
"And you have a really sexy mouth."
"Oh, now we're getting somewhere," Marisa giggled. Her painted lips were probably inspiring for any man's imagination.
"And there is something quite sensuous about your neck," Oliver continued. "And your shoulders are very attractive too. They always look very sexy."
"Well that's nice to hear," Marisa said, realizing she was getting a bit flustered by the attention. She hoped it wouldn't show, but she didn't care enough to change the course of the conversation. She looked at her husband, and he no longer looked as smug. His face was more serious, but there was no sign of disapproval or anger. Admittedly, he didn't actually appear to be jealous. Returning her gaze to Oliver, she noticed that his eyes had traveled down to her chest, and he didn't bother to hide it now. Only slowly did he return his eyes up to hers.
"And, if I saw you in a bar," he said. "I guess I couldn't help noticing that your breasts are really sexy too. It's pretty hard not to look."
As he said it, both he and John stared openly at her tits. Marisa felt excitement run through her body. This certainly wasn't the first time her body attracted the attention from someone other than her husband, but she couldn't remember it ever being this explicit. And it was happening right in front of her husband, who didn't seem to have any objections.
"You don't have to worry about not looking," she said, talking to Oliver but looking at her husband to study his reaction. "My husband doesn't mind if you look at my tits."
"I do not mind at all honey. He's right - it is hard not to stare at them."
Both Marisa and Oliver looked at him to see if he was being serious. If John actually had any reservations, he hid them well. Marisa thought he looked quite pleased actually. Was he just happy that he was proving his lack of jealousy, or was there more to this?
Oliver shrugged his shoulders as if to say very well then. He returned his gaze to her chest, taking in the sight of Marisa's sensuous cleavage. He lingered but not very long. Marisa could tell that he didn't want to be rude, even though he had been given a free-card to stare as much as he liked. One of the reasons why she appreciated Oliver was that he was one of John's more tactful friends, but now it was interfering with her scheme. She decided she was going to make it hard for him not to look.
Acting like her neck was sore, she moved her head around a few times, rubbing her neck as she circled it. She arched her back, pushing her chest out to give her spectators an inviting view of her tits. She tilted her head backwards and closed her eyes, knowing full well that both her husband and his friend were staring.
"Is something wrong with your back honey?" John said.
Opening her eyes, she could see he had a knowing smirk on his face. He wasn't meeting her eyes though. Both men were transfixed on her chest, and she could tell there was increasing lust in their gazes. She peaked down on her chest and noticed that the top of her areolas had become visible, their pinkish brown color contrasting against the pale skin of her breasts. Her first instinct was to cover up, but she felt a thrill run through her body. She held the pose as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"My shoulders are bit sore," she said as she straightened her back, allowing the dress to again cover enough of her breasts to hide her areolas.
"Do you want a massage?" John asked.
"Yeah, that might be nice." Her husband's question was open-ended in terms of who would do it, and she decided to use this opportunity to keep pushing his limits. "Do you mind massaging my shoulders, Oliver?"
"Of course not. If that's OK..."
"Absolutely, go for it," John interrupted him.
"Come on Oliver, let's do it in the living room," she said. "We have more comfy chairs there. Perhaps you can clear the table in the meantime, honey?"
John sneered at her, showing that he knew what she was up to. By moving her massage into a different room, she was testing whether her husband was equally endorsing when he couldn't actually see what was happening.
"Sure thing, darling," he said.
Marisa gave her husband a peck on the cheek as she got up and headed towards the living room. "Thanks honey." Oliver was slow to follow her, and she heard her husband reassuring him it was OK.
"Go ahead my friend. I'll be out soon."
Marisa took her seat in one of the lounge chairs in the living room, eager for her massage. She felt excited and was looking forward to having Oliver's hands on her body. A massage is harmless, but given the innuendo of the night so far, nothing felt completely innocent. She relaxed in the chair, anticipating Oliver's touch. She was soon rewarded as he began running his fingers along her neck. He wasn't pushing hard, at times merely caressing her skin. A slight moan escaped her mouth and she was surprised at how sensual it sounded. She could hear noises from the kitchen as her husband was rushing to finish up. She repeated her moan, this time loud enough to make sure her husband would hear.
Oliver shifted his focus down to her shoulders, circling his thumbs as he moved over her skin. Marisa purred. She enjoyed a good massage on any day, but there was more to this. She was sure Oliver felt the same, and she noticed how his strokes often were more of a gentle touch. As he moved further out over her shoulders, she felt his fingers brushing along the hem of the straps of her dress and occasionally wander in beneath them. She suspected it wasn't by accident.
The entrance to the living room wasn't in her field of vision, but she still heard her husband entering.
"Wow, that was quick," she said. "Did you already finish up in the kitchen?"
"No, not quite. I just wanted to bring you your wine."
"If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed you wanted an excuse to check up on us," she said tauntingly as she accepted the glass from her husband's hand. Oliver stopped rubbing her shoulders as she took a sip.
"Please, go on," she said as she put the glass down on the coffee table before her. She sighed deeply as Oliver began where he left off, working his way out along her shoulders.
"Does it make you relax, honey," John asked.
She didn't feel brave enough to admit that it was actually starting to make her horny. The smirk on her husband's face made her think that he already knew, and yet he didn't seem to object. That meant she had to push it further.
"It feels great," she said. "But these straps are in the way."
Staring straight into her husband's eyes, she crossed her arms and slowly lowered the straps of her dress. She didn't stop until the dress was low enough to show the top of her white lace bra. Looking down, she saw that her areolas were again showing. She had chosen the bra with the most push-up support, but it was really a size too small for her these days. She briefly regretted her decision, but the excitement of her exposure washed away any trace of hesitation.
She was pleased to feel Oliver's hand on her again. As he continued his delightful strokes, she unwaveringly looked at her husband with her eyebrows raised. His wife was sitting there with her dress pulled down, enjoying the touch of another man, and he still didn't show any signs that he wanted to deter the situation. Either he was actually speaking the truth about his lack of jealousy, or he was a far better actor than she had expected.
"Weren't you going to finish up in the kitchen, honey?" she said, feeling slightly annoyed that she wasn't able to disprove his claim.
"I guess I was."
As he turned to leave, she noticed for the first time tonight that his face gave away a hint of sheepishness. Was he finally starting to buckle? But why would it matter if he was standing right next to them or was in the adjacent room? Did he think she couldn't be trusted if he wasn't there to oversee the events? That didn't sound likely. Or was it Oliver's loyalty he doubted? That also appeared implausible given that he had sent Oliver to deliver her wine while she was in the bath earlier. In fact, John had consistently urged his friend to play along as the pawn of this game.
Her trail of deduction was interrupted as she suddenly became more aware of Oliver's hands on her body. He had worked his way out to the edge of her shoulders and was now starting to move back again. This time his hands were focusing more on the front, his fingers tracing the outline of her clavicle bones and slowly working their way further down. Inch by inch, he worked his way further down her chest. As he reached the top of her breasts, he stopped his advances, but made no attempt to move away. Instead he kept caressing the upper parts of her chest. She felt like he was teasing her, and it was having a clear effect on her. If he was to continue further down, she probably wouldn't have the willpower to dissuade him. Would her husband still approve of that?
As if he knew she was thinking about him, he again appeared in the living room. Taking a seat opposite Marisa, he raised his glass to toast her. As she reached for her glass, she felt hindered by the straps of her dress around her arms. Pulling them up didn't even enter her mind. Instead, she pulled the straps completely off her arms. Acting as if there was nothing to it, she yanked down the dress to her hips.
"You don't object, do you?" she said to her husband as she picked up her glass to honor his toast. He smiled slyly and shook his head.
"Certainly not," he replied and to emphasize his words, he got up and dimmed the lights, creating a suiting atmosphere for them. "I want you to be comfortable."
The fact that she couldn't call bullshit on his claim annoyed her, but she was also pleased. It meant she got to push further in the search for his limits, something she was more than happy to do in her increasingly aroused state.
"You heard him," she said and leaned back in her chair again, pretending that there was nothing unusual about her sitting there with her breasts just barely covered by her bra. "Please carry on."
This prompted Oliver to return his hands to her chest. John's presence seemed to encourage rather than deter him as he moved slightly further down her chest to a point where he undeniably was touching her breasts. Marisa was getting more and more turned on and her heaving chest was giving that away to all in the room. Looking down, she realized that Oliver's position behind her was giving him a great view, and it was getting increasingly better. As her chest moved with his hands, her tits were gradually rising up from her bra and she could tell that it was just a matter of time before her nipples would appear. Her husband was looking at her tits too, and must have noticed her bra progressing downward. And yet, he only observed it happening. She felt her breath increase, excited about the prospect of getting further exposed.
But just before her nipples were about to make their appearance, she was disappointed to feel Oliver removing his hands. He still appeared to be uncertain about the rules, worried that exposing her tits would be pushing their hospitality too far. The rules were unclear to Marisa as well, but nothing in her husband's expression hinted that he was relieved his friend had stopped touching his wife. Wherever John's limits were, she hadn't reached them and she knew she had to continue her pursuit.
"Mmm... that was amazing," she said and made no attempt to cover up. "Now I'm glad my plans got changed tonight. Your hands felt so good."
"Beats going out dancing with your friends huh?" her husband asked.
"I love dancing, but this was way more rewarding," she admitted.
"Glad it made you relax," Oliver said and took a seat in the couch to sip his wine. Marisa pretended not to notice the way his eyes were drawn to her chest.
"Do you go out dancing much then?" he continued. Marisa thought he probably was trying to change the subject, but his question sounded very much like the sort of thing a man would ask a woman he just met and was attempting to sound interested in her.
"Not as much as would like to," she said. "What about yourself?"
"Oh, I'm not that much of a dancer, especially not recently. Kate didn't like it at all, and well... Going out on my own was out of the question."
"But now you don't have to worry about that anymore," Marisa said. "And since my husband doesn't care if I dance with other men, perhaps you want to practice your moves a bit. Can you put something on that's good for dancing, honey?"
She didn't even care to check her husband's reaction. Given his approval before, there was no way he was going to object to this. She stood up and was about to get ready to dance by pulling up her dress, but was interrupted by her husband.
"You're not getting shy, are you honey?"
She looked at him quizzically. Was he challenging her now?
"Of course not," she said. "And you of course don't mind if your wife dances around in just her bra, am I right?"
Her husband merely smirked as he grabbed the tablet off the table to change the music. He picked an upbeat tune that he knew she liked to dance to, and she marched over to Oliver with her hand extended.
"Come on, show me your moves."
Oliver appeared somewhat reluctant, but he didn't put up a fight. The two of them started dancing, mostly without even touching, but occasionally they grabbed hands and did a bit of a twirl. The more Marisa got into it, the more she started swaying her body, and she could feel her breast shaking, causing the bra to drop. Soon the inevitable happened, and she felt one of her nipples peeking out.
"Oops!" she exclaimed and quickly grabbed the bra to pull it up. It was however only a token attempt to protect her modesty, and as she continued to dance she had to repeat the action over and over again. She let out a giggle or little shriek every time, perfectly aware that it drew more attention to her breasts, and Oliver couldn't keep his eyes off them. She loved teasing him like this, giving him just a glimpse before covering up again. Growing increasingly bold, she started dancing wither her hands in the air, thereby prolonging the time between her nipples poking out and her covering up. She mostly danced with her back towards her husband, but she made a point to occasionally turn around and let him see what she was up to. He appeared most amused as he quietly sipped his wine, watching his wife struggling to keep her tits in her bra.
As the song came to an end, she was giggling furiously.
"So, is this what you think happens when I go out dancing," she mocked her husband.
"No, not really, but..."
"But you wouldn't mind, yada, yada, yada," she interrupted him. "But then you don't mind if I keep dancing with your friend here, right?"
"Of course not. Anything to make you happy my dear," he replied and put on another song, this time a slow one.
"Looks like the DJ is changing the mood," she said. Without giving Oliver a chance to react, she snugged up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. If her husband was challenging her to get more physical with his friend, she wasn't going to back down. Oliver seemed a bit uncertain where to put his hands, but found a spot just above her ass that the dress still covered.
Marisa however wouldn't allow it to be that innocent. She was still destined to push her husband's limits, and felt it was time to step it up a notch.
"Let me get that out of the way for you," she said grabbed on to the dress. Without hesitation, she pulled it down over her ass in one swift motion. She had to bend her knees slightly to lower it even further, and as it fell to the floor, she stepped out of it and returned her arms around Oliver's neck.
She started swaying to the music and Oliver didn't have much choice but to play along, placing his hands on her naked waist. She rocked her hips back and forth to make the palms move against her skin. With her back against her husband, she was taunting him with her ass, the white thong she was wearing treating him to a nearly unobstructed view. Dancing in just her bra, panties and high heels made her feel very coquette, especially since both men in the room were fully dressed in their pants and shirts.
"Don't worry, my husband doesn't care if you let your hands wander a bit," she whispered loud enough so that John would hear. "Isn't that right, honey?" she added without even looking at him.
"No, there is no need to hold back on my behalf," he said. "It's my wife's limits you have to worry about."
There he was again, provoking her to step it up even further. He must have known she wasn't going to back down, especially since it was obvious she was enjoying Oliver's attention. Her husband was admittedly showing no sign of jealousy, but it was becoming clear that his actions weren't just motivated by an inclination to prove this point. Nevertheless, if he wasn't giving any hints for her to hold back, then why should she?
"Oh, my limits are very liberal," she said. "Given that I've stripped down to my underwear for you, it only seems fair to allow your hands to explore a bit, right?"
Slowly, Oliver moved his hands up and down her back. Firm but sensitive, his touch made her shiver, hungry for more. As his caresses lingered above the lining of her panties, she reached behind her and grabbed his hands. She smiled up at him as she guided his hands down to the higher parts of her cheeks. Taunting Oliver's hands and her husband's eyes, she started swaying her ass seductively. Oliver couldn't resist this invite, and he quickly got bolder. His hands roamed over her ass, and soon he was passionately groping her cheeks. She heard his breath get heavier.
Feeling that she had to see her husband's reaction, Marisa turned around and started grinding her ass against Oliver. John was staring at her with his lips slightly parted. He was holding his wine glass, but seemed oblivious to anything but the scene he was watching.
"Still nothing?" she said, and bit her bottom lip. Her husband merely shook his head, mesmerized by what he was witnessing.
Oliver's hands were starting to explore her front, one hand caressing her stomach just above her panties as the other one continued upwards. The two of them swayed rhythmically to the music as his hands wandered. Reaching the bottom of her bra cups, he diverted and returned downwards along her side to her hips. She pressed back against him, and became aware of the effect that her body was having on him. He was hard and she felt him pressing against her ass. For brief moment, she thought that things were getting out of hand and she should stop it, but that idea was quickly vanished by the floods of excitement rushing through her body. She was massaging Oliver's erection with her ass, and she loved it. It felt so naughty, so forbidden... And yet it wasn't. It was happening right before her husband's eyes.
The next time Oliver's hand wandered up her stomach towards her chest, she reached up around his neck behind her and tilted her backwards against his shoulder.
"Go on," she urged him.
Slowly, as if making sure he wasn't misunderstanding her directions, he started grasping against the cup of her bra, the touch merely noticeable through the fabric. Ensured that he wasn't overstepping her boundaries, he cupped one of her tits in his hands, and gently squeezed it. Even though he was only touching her through her bra, it still made her pant heavily. His other hand traveled up her body to her free breast, and before long, he was eagerly massaging her tits. She could barely grasp that this was happening, especially right before her husband. Looking at him, she could see that he was a bit shocked by what he was seeing, but there was certainly no hint that he wanted her stop. Quite the opposite.
As the song came to an end, no one appeared to know what to do. Without the music, some of the trance was broken. As if only now realizing where his hands were, Oliver lowered them from Marisa's breasts. John fumbled as he picked up the tablet. Preoccupied with watching his half naked wife getting felt up by his friend, he hadn't thought to prepare a new song for them. He was now rushing to find one.
But before he could turn it on, Oliver's phone went off. Marisa giggled as she felt it vibrating against her ass.
"I better take this," Oliver said and excused himself. Marisa smiled as she watched him walking outside, trying to conceal his erection.
"So..." she said as she sat down on the lounge table before her husband. "I must admit that there seems to be some truth to your claim."
"I told you, honey," John replied with a pleased grin.
"Yeah, you did. And apparently you're not bothered that I've been flirting with your friend all night."
"No, if the attention makes you feel good, then I'm just happy for you."
"Aha, even though I was dancing with him, wearing nothing but my underwear and high heels?"
John shrugged his shoulder. "The idea was to cheer up Oliver, and that seemed to work."
"And...," Marisa continued, staring straight into her husband's eyes. "You don't even care that I made him fondle my body, even allowing him to caress my ass and massage my tits."
She could see his eyes widening as she described what had happened before his eyes only minutes earlier. His mouth fell open as he let her words sink in.
"You deserve to have some fun, honey," he said. His words appeared honest, but she knew there was more to it than that.
"You're so full of shit sometimes," she said.
"What?" he said, raising his arms in perplexity. "Now what did I do?"
"I'll admit it..." she said and stood up before her husband, defiantly putting her hands on her hips. "I'm feeling super sexy tonight. I do love the attention, and it's such a turn on that you let me behave like this right in front of you."
"So, that's good then..." John said without much confidence.
"But can you please drop the altruistic bullshit. It's great if you want me to feel good, or even that you want me to cheer up your friend, but don't pretend you're not enjoying it too."
With that she leaned down and grabbed her husband's crotch. As she suspected, he was hard.
"You don't hide it very well, honey," she said.
He didn't say anything, but his eyes gave away that she was right. She massaged his cock through his pants as she continued to question him, now with a far more sultry voice.
"You like to watch me acting this way, don't you?"
John didn't reply, but his breath grew heavier.
"You got aroused by watching me getting felt up. It turned you on to watch your friend groping me right there in front of you."
She paused as she leaned in to kiss her husband.
"I think you love the idea of your wife acting all slutty," she continued and leaned back to look at her husband's reaction. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. "And I think you want to see me continue."
Her husband grunted softly at her words.
"So, admit that I'm right," she said and removed her hand from his cock. She stood up and stared at her husband with a challenging look. "Tell me that you're pushing me to behave like this because it turns you on. I admit I love it too, but I will end it right now unless you tell me that you're into it for your own pleasure."
"Oh honey, it's absolutely amazing," John admitted, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's even hotter than I imagined it could be."
Marisa raised her eyebrow and smiled at him. Was he saying that this was something he had fantasized about?
"That's very good to hear, honey," she said and sat down on the armrest of his chair. She reached between his legs again, pleased that he was still hard. "And do you want to see more?"
Her husband answered silently by nodding his head, but his eyes were screaming with encouragement.
"That's good, because so do I," she said. "And I won't hold back unless you tell me to."
She leaned in to kiss her husband passionately, both of them incredibly aroused. Preoccupied by their make-out session, they didn't notice Oliver returning.
"Oh, sorry guys, I'll leave you to it," he said as he entered.
"Nonsense," Marisa said as she turned around and smiled at him. She was still grabbing her husband's cock, and Oliver's eyes were directed at what she was doing. Only slowly did she remove her hand before standing up. "Important call?"
"Oh, it was just Kate," he said. "She just had to get some stuff out of my apartment."
"I hope that didn't bring you down," she said, watching him take in the sight of her swaying body as she confidently paraded over to him.
"No, I'm..." He paused briefly as he looked her body up and down. "I'm in a very good mood actually."
"That's good to hear," she said as she reached out and rubbed his arm. "I guess I don't need to cheer you up then."
Oliver's face broke out in a sly smile.
"I guess there is always room to feel even better."
"I'm glad you think so," she said and guided him towards the couch. "And as a good hostess, I feel it's my duty to make you're having a good time. Honey, can you put on some music again?"
She smiled as she recognized the tune as one from their lovemaking playlist. Sexy music always made her feel sensual. With Oliver in his seat, she stood before him and started swaying provocatively to the music. He followed her moves, taking in the sight of her curvy body. She was dancing for him in just her bra and panties, but his eyes were begging for her to show even more. How could she deny him?
She reached for the hook of her bra, located between the cups at the front, and felt butterflies in her stomach. Her hands were steady though. She knew she wanted to go through with this.
Her husband was sitting in his chair beside her, but she avoided eye contact. She wasn't even slightly worried that he would disapprove of what she was about to do, but she wanted to make a point out of stripping primarily for his friend. She wanted him to see her openly acting sexual for another man. Teasingly, she parted the cups but closed them before showing too much. This was building up the anticipation in her audience, but also in herself, prolonging the exciting moment before her exposure.
When she finally removed it completely, the thrill made her gasp. She could barely believe what she was doing. She was blatantly showing her tits to Oliver, and she was doing it right before her husband. Glancing over to John, she could see that it was having an effect on him too, his lustful eyes following the moves of her swaying body. He wasn't just condoning it - he desired this. He wanted more, and so did she.
She continued to move seductively in front of Oliver, softly caressing her swaying body. To allow him to take in her body, she slowly turned around as she dance for him. She felt sexually powerful, knowing that she had her audience captivated. She moved in close, standing between Oliver's parted legs as she gyrated her ass right in front of him.
"Fuck, you're so sexy, Marisa," he said, his voice a mixture of desire and disbelief.
She smiled, looking down on him over her shoulder.
"Just so you know, this establishment doesn't have a hands-off policy."
Oliver was quick to accept the invite. Starting at her thighs, he moved his hands up her sides over the hips and on to her back. He retracted back down and held on to her hips as she slowly swayed back and forth before him. As he moved his hands inwards and onto her ass, she stopped moving and just leaned forward slightly. She felt his hands caressing her cheeks - softly at first, but he gradually increased the intensity. He showed no sign of restrain at this point, either convinced that there was no risk he would offend anyone by being too forward, or too turned on to hold back. Marisa felt a mixture of both inside her.
"Strip me," she panted.
Oliver's fingers slipped inside the hem of her panties. Slowly, he lowered them over her ass and down her legs. She was now completely naked except for her high heels, and they certainly weren't adding any modesty to her appearance. Quite the opposite, they were making her feel even more sexual. She turned to face her husband, wanting him to take in the sight of her fully naked body. They looked at each other, marveling at the eroticism of the moment. She had made his friend strip her, and was enjoying his exploring hands right before her husband.
She continued turning to face Oliver, treating him to a frontal view of her naked form. He met her gaze, but soon let his eyes travel down her body. She shivered with excitement. Her husband's friend was staring straight at her naked pussy, and she loved every moment of it. She had saved a strip of her dark pubes, but the lips were completely naked and smooth, allowing Oliver to see every detail of her folds.
Steadying herself by holding on to Oliver's strong shoulders, she mounted his lap, placing her legs on either side of his. They briefly stared at each other before she leaned in to place her lips on his. It had been a long time since she had last kissed anyone but her husband, and at first it felt odd. It was easy to get into it though, and they were soon making out passionately. Oliver's exploring hands sent thrills through her body, and she moaned as the reality of the situation flashed through her head. As the only one naked in the room, she was making out with her husband's friend, straddling his lap as his hands caressed her body - and all was happening right before her husband's encouraging eyes.
Oliver's hands were soon focusing in on her naked tits. It was obvious that he had desired them for a long time, and he wasn't going to hold back now that he unexpectedly had been given access to them. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back to give his hands and eyes access to roam freely. She loved the sensation of his greedy hands fondling her breasts.
Looking over to her husband, his face was a combination of disbelief and lust. He probably never expected to see his dear wife like this, but from the way he looked at her, she suspected it was something he had desired. She decided to give him a better view. She stood up, reluctantly escaping Oliver's hands for a moment. Turning around, she once more sat down in his lap, this time facing away from him. Oliver didn't waste any time, and his hands quickly returned to her breasts. Leaning back against his chest, she gave her husband an unobstructed view of her naked body as his friend devoured her tits. She couldn't decide what was turning her on the most - Oliver's hands fondling her naked body, or the fact that he was doing it in front of her husband.
Oliver showed no restrain, and Marisa moaned as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Softly pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers, he pulled at them, sending thrills through her body. It was obvious that Oliver was getting increasingly turned on too, and she could feel his erection pressing against her.
"You know, Oliver," she said softly. "I think I my husband was right."
She placed her hands on Oliver's, pressing his hands against her breasts as she continued.
"He really doesn't mind if I enjoy the attention of other men."
She paused as she guided one of Oliver's hands down her body. Looking down, she could tell that her pussy was glistening with her wetness, and as she knew her husband could see it too. Sprawled over Oliver's lap, her pussy was open and exposed.
"He doesn't even care if I let them touch the most intimate parts of my body," she continued as she placed Oliver's hand between her legs.
Releasing his hand, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. With her eyes closed, she savored the sensation of his hand on her pussy. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers against her swollen clit. Skillfully, he began circling it with the perfect combination of determination and tenderness.
His other hand was still fondling her breast, occasionally tugging softly at her sensitive nipples, and she was moving higher and higher into her sultry heaven. She was so grateful to her husband for allowing her to feel this way, and she wanted to thank him. Looking at the excitement on his face, she could tell that the sultrier she was getting, the bigger kick her husband got out of it. She knew she was going to make the most of this experience for them both.
As if Oliver was reading her mind, he moved further down her pussy to gently trace her slit. She was spread open, and after a few strokes, his finger slid inside her. Her wet orifice offered no resistance.
"Oh, that's so good," she panted. "Do you see this honey? Your wife if letting a man put his finger inside her pussy?"
Of course he saw it. With her legs spread over Oliver's lap, he was treated to a perfect view of her pussy being invaded. His eyes widened at her words, and she knew she was giving him what he wanted. He desired to see his beloved wife living out her most slutty side. Every inch of her body wanted to deliver on that request, and she gasped as Oliver inserted an extra finger inside her.
Oliver moved his other hand down to her pussy, using one hand to fuck her pussy while the other attended to her clit. She rocked back and forth on his fingers, and felt the arousal building up. She could have easily cum within seconds.
But she wanted to prolong the excitement. Just before she reached her peak, she reached down and removed Oliver's hands from her pussy. She guided one hand up to her breast and the other to her face. Staring at her husband with sultry eyes, she ran her tongue along Oliver's coated fingers. She felt overtaken by a desire to live out every wanton craving she'd ever had. She wanted to show her husband what a sexy slut his wife could be, and she wanted to show herself. Reaching behind her, she grabbed on to Oliver's erection. It was pressing against his pants, and she knew it was time to set it free.
"That felt so good!" she said as she slid off Oliver's lap and knelt beside him. She paused and looked down at Oliver's crotch. With a sultry smile, she let her hand wander down his body. "As a good hostess I think I need to repay the favor."
She curved her hand around his constrained erection and moved her palm up and down his shaft. It was exciting to fondle him like this, but she knew it would feel better for them both without the fabric of his pants between them. She reached for his buckle with eager hands, and within seconds she had his pants undone. She tugged them down along with his underwear, exposing his erection. Once again, she could barely believe what was happening. Ever since she'd met her husband, she hadn't seen another man in this situation - and she never expected she would. But here she was with Oliver's alluring erection right in front of her. It looked so inviting, begging for attention. Merely looking wasn't enough.
She once again placed her hand on Oliver's cock, now without any barrier between them. Fascinated by the unusual sensation of touching someone beside her husband, she began to gently stroke him. It felt so perfectly rigid and smooth against her palm. He groaned as she greedily wrapped her hand around it and began moving it up and down his shaft.
Looking at her husband, she leaned down, hungrily licking her red lips as she moved her face close to Oliver's erection. She really enjoyed giving oral when she was in the right mood, and Oliver's cock looked absolutely delicious in her hand. Building up the anticipation, she held her open mouth above it as she continued to pump at the shaft. She was hungry for it, and she wanted her husband to see it.
Rather than putting it straight into her mouth, she lowered her head and licked along Oliver's shaft all the way up to the head, making Oliver groan at the sensation. She winked at her husband and gave him a sultry smile before dropping her head down to once more trace her tongue along the rigid cock in her hand. They were way beyond testing John's jealousy. She knew there were no limits she had to worry about tonight, and she wanted her husband to see his wife as a naughty little slut.
"Oh god," Oliver gasped as she finally took him in her mouth, moving her lips far down over his shaft.
It felt incredibly sultry to have her husband watch her with another man's cock her mouth. With muffled moans, she bobbed her head up and down. She hungrily pressed her mouth deep onto Oliver. As she briefly removed her lips to pantingly catch her breath, strands of saliva were dangling between her mouth and the cock in her hand. She smiled wickedly at her husband as she noticed him rubbing his own erection. He was very much aware just how good her mouth felt, and he was obviously happy to share it with his friend. Like a good hostess, she returned her greedy mouth to Oliver.
"Oh John, can you believe your wife could be such a slut?" she said as she again withdrew her mouth with a popping sound. "I've stripped before your friend, made out with him and even allowed him to put his fingers inside me."
She eagerly flicked her tongue over Oliver's swollen tip a few times before addressing her husband again.
"And now I just can't get enough of sucking his cock," she said.
To emphasize her words, she took the head in her mouth, sucking at it as she rapidly pumped her fist along his shaft. Her husband was turned on beyond words, merely panting heavily as she lowered her mouth far down. Her muffled whimpering was mixing with the sloppy sound of her wet lips. Never had the act of oral sex excited her so much, and it wasn't because she was doing it to someone other than her husband - it was because he was watching her do it. Adding to her slutty display, she smacked Oliver's cock against her tongue and lips a few times, temptingly looking at her husband.
That appeared to be more than John could handle sitting down. Gruntingly, he stood up and unceremoniously discarded his clothes. With seconds, her now naked husband had climbed onto the couch behind her. She knew she was about to feel him inside her. She screamed out in pleasure as he forcefully entered her.
Her husband held on to her hips, furiously fucking her from behind. The room was filled with animalistic lust, and the muffled moans coming from her mouth around Oliver's erection were rapidly increasing in intensity. She felt deliciously slutty, shamelessly enjoying two hard cocks at once. That very thought made her unable to resist the pleasurable release her body craved. She started shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm overtook her body, John fiercely slamming into her as she came. From the sounds he was making, she could tell he was on the edge himself, using his entire willpower to hold back.
As she slowly regained the control of her body, she released Oliver from her mouth and looked back at her husband behind her. She slowly rocked her body back and forth to feel his cock moving inside her. He was still grunting softly, his face an expression of intense lust.
"Turn around for me honey," he panted as he slowly backed out of her.
She complied with his wish, turning in the couch to face her husband kneeling before her. She smiled wickedly at him, her face bearing witness to what she'd been doing. There was an aroused glow in her face and her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, mixing with her saliva. She lowered her gaze to her husband's cock. It looked bigger than ever, glistening appealingly in the dim light. It was demanding her attention, and she dived onto it.
While going down on her husband, she arched her back, knowing that it would give Oliver a great view of her ass. She heard him discarding his clothes properly. He wasn't going to miss out on an opportunity like this. As she felt him positioning himself behind her, she released her husband from her mouth and looked up at him.
"I think your friend is about to fuck me," she said matter-of-factly, before quickly taking her husband in her mouth again. John grunted, both at her words and her devouring mouth.
She whimpered softly as her prediction came true. Oliver entered her slowly, filling her with his entire length in one steady thrust. He gently but firmly moved back and forth inside her, and her husband began to move his hips too. She steadied herself on all fours, and marveled at the eroticism of two men sharing her. They were fucking both her pussy and mouth and she loved the sensation of being impaled at both ends. She felt her tits sway underneath her as she rocked between them, and occasionally one of them reached down to grope her. It was carnal lust beyond anything she had ever experienced before.
The guys seemed to love it too, and before long she could tell that they were getting close to the edge again. To prolong the pleasure she was experiencing, she decided it was time to change the position.
"I want to ride you," she said to her husband. "I want to show your friend what my tits look like when I bounce on your cock."
John quickly sat down and she straddled his lap, facing away from him. She grabbed his erection and slowly impaled herself. They were too far gone in their lust for any build up, and she quickly began bobbing up and down in his lap. She steadied herself with her hands against her husband behind her, pushing out her chest to give Oliver a great view of her bouncing tits. At first, he remained in the couch beside them, stroking himself as he watched her, but soon he moved in to fondle her breasts.
"Come here," she said and grabbed her own tits. "I want you to fuck them."
Oliver was quick on his feet, placing himself before her. His cock was glistening with her juices, but she still spitted down between her tits for extra lubrication. She pressed them together for him, grinding on her husband as she invited his friend to fuck her tits. Oliver grunted as he slid between them. It took a moment for them all to find their rhythm, but soon they were all rocking back and forth in lustful synchrony.
She again felt her husband getting close, and she decided it was time to switch it up again. Sliding off her husband's lap, she lay down on her back with her head against the back pillows of the couch. Acting like the insatiable slut she felt like, she spread her legs wide, making herself invitingly open. Oliver quickly knelt down in front of her and shoved his cock inside her.
As he began slamming into her, it was her husband's turn to sit back and watch his wife getting fucked. She reached out to stroke him, excited by feeling his hardness in her hand. He couldn't keep his hands off her for long either, and she moaned heavily as her husband leaned in and caressed her tits. As he began playing with her nipples, she felt a second orgasm building up inside her.
"I'm coming!" she yelled and turned her face to her husband. "I'm fucking coming again! I'm coming on your friend's cock!"
She screamed out in ecstasy as the orgasm hit her. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. It was mind-blowing, and through the dazed euphoria, she felt incredibly thankful that her husband was allowing her this experience. As she regained some composure, she was still on an erotic high, her body tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Oliver's signs weren't as clear to her as her husband's, but it was obvious he was struggling not to come in her pussy. He was throbbing inside her, and so was her husband in her hand. She knew they were ready to burst. In her insatiable state, she still wanted her husband to prolong her pleasure by getting inside her again.
She didn't even have to ask, John quick to replace his friend between her legs as Oliver backed away. She was greedy for more, and she was gratified to feel her husband fill her up. She knew it wouldn't last long, and to maximize her pleasure, she reached down and started rubbing her clit. Jolts of pleasure ran through her body, her last orgasm not fully faded before she felt another one building up inside her.
Oliver knelt beside her on the couch, and she used her free hand guide him to her face. The angle was too awkward to take him inside her mouth, but she got him close enough to lick his pulsating head. Even this seemed to almost send him over the edge.
"I think our guest is getting close, honey," she said in between her moans. "I think I need to give him some relief."
As she said it, she realized that she knew just how her husband wanted this to end. She was very familiar with her husband's kinks, and if he'd been fantasizing about sharing his wife with someone else, she had a very educated guess of how he had pictured it to end.
"Maybe..." she said and paused to seductively flick her tongue over Oliver's cock. "Maybe I should let him finish on my face."
Her husband didn't reply, but from his grunts she knew she was right. He had a thing for coming on her face. She often liked it too, at least in the beginning primarily because it excited her husband. Sometimes it just felt like the right thing to do, and tonight it felt more appropriate than ever.
"But that would be so slutty! Surely I couldn't," she teased. Looking up at Oliver, she saw that he was ready to burst, and was merely waiting for her go-ahead signal. He definitely desired to cover her face.
"But then again..." she panted, furiously rubbing her clit as she looked at her husband. "That's what I am tonight, right honey? Your slutty little wife!"
Her husband still merely grunted, unable to speak even if he wanted to. He was using all his effort not to come himself. She looked up at Oliver again.
"Come on Oliver, spray me with your cum," she commanded.
She shivered as she heard her own words out loud. She was telling her husband's friend, a man she had known for more than ten years, to cover her face with his come. She was indulging in her sluttiness to the pleasure of everyone in the room.
Oliver didn't need to be told twice and immediately grabbed his cock, furiously stroking it over her face. She opened her hungry mouth and closed her eyes, allowing him to shoot his load wherever he wanted. He wasn't leaving her waiting, and she soon felt the first stream splash against her cheek. She was overwhelmed by a lusciously sinful sensation, Oliver's cum hitting her face while her husband kept fiercely fucking her. As the second strand landed over her mouth and lips, she felt another orgasm shoot through her body.
She screamed out with carnal lust as she lost all control. She felt stream after stream shoot across her face, and she could tell she was getting properly covered. Knowing that her husband was watching it happen added to the intensity of her orgasm. The physical pleasure mixed with the liberating sensation of following her most slutty desires.
As Oliver's flow subsided, she opened her eyes to look at her husband. Her face was bearing witness to the sensational pleasure she was experiencing, and covered with white strands, she looked like the embodiment of sexual hunger. Most of Oliver's streams had landed across her open mouth, and the taste of his cum in her moth added to the lecherous sensation. Her husband was staring at her with pure lust, and she greedily licked her lips for him. He grunted as he continued to move his cock inside her, and she could feel her pussy still contracting around him.
He hadn't come with her, and she knew exactly why - he wanted to add to the painting she had been given. How could she possibly deny him anything at this point? He wanted to make his slutty little wife look even sluttier, and she was more than happy to let him. She urged him on.
"Look at me honey! You're fucking your cum covered wife!"
She could tell he was about to burst, and she decided to make herself an easy target. She motioned for her husband to stand up and slid down on her knees in front of him. The upright position made the cum dangle from her face as she looked up at her husband with the mischievous grin.
"I feel like such a slut honey, and I love it," she said and bit her bottom lip. "And you love it too, don't you? Come on... Show me how much you enjoy seeing your wife like this, on my knees with cum all over my face!"
She closed her eyes as she heard a deep guttural sound from her husband, and soon after felt a massive splash against her face. It seemed to hit her all over, and the next one was equally massive. It felt so sultry, her husband's cum mixing with Oliver's on her face. Carefully, she opened her eyes to watch John's expression, smiling up at him. He stared down at her with abandoned lust, amazed by seeing his wife in this position. He was showering her already cum covered face, cherishing every moment of it - and so was she. She began to giggle, pleasantly amused by the seemingly endless flow. She had never seen him coming this hard, and she felt the cum running down her face and dripping down on her tits. She knew she was a wonderfully slutty sight, and she loved it.
"Wow honey," she chuckled as the flow eventually ended. She looked up at him, still kneeling before him with cum dangling from her face.
"Thank you," she said, her face turning a bit more serious. "This was just incredible."
She could tell that the evening had been as amazing for husband as it had been for her, but she wanted her husband to know how grateful she was for the experience. His pleased smile told that he was too.
"And thank you," she said as she turned to Oliver. He was sitting in the couch beside her, staring at her cum covered face. "I hope you think I was a good hostess."
That made both guys chuckle. She could tell that neither of them knew exactly how to act, and neither did she. For now she was however content to merely enjoy her post-orgasmic thrill. The sound system was still playing the sensual music of their lovemaking playlist. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and rested her head on the couch behind her, savoring the satisfying moment.
Her husband took a seat on her free side. He and his friend stared shamelessly at her, and made no attempt to divert their gaze when she opened her eyes to meet theirs. She smiled confidently at them, knowing that neither of them would look the same at her again. That was fine by her, and it even made her feel sexy. She was proud of what she had done. She found it surprisingly rewarding that both her husband and his friend would always be able to close their eyes and remember her like this.
She wanted to know what she looked like too, and reached for the tablet on the table. Putting it in camera mode, she quickly snapped a series of selfies.
"I just want a little memory," she explained, making the guys laugh. She knew her husband was thankful for it though. He couldn't seem to get enough of her appearance, constantly staring at her with appreciative grin.
"Now, perhaps one of you gentlemen would be so kind and fetch me a towel," she said, and Oliver quickly volunteered. As he left the room, she looked at her husband with a sly grin.
"I think you won, honey" she said. "I still haven't found your limits."
John shrugged his shoulders, and looked pleased.
"I think we both won."
"So does this mean I can fuck other guys, and you still don't mind?" she continued with raised eyebrows. Her challenging expression was accentuated by glistening cum all over her face.
"Well..." her husband said, contemplating her words. "Maybe we can save that part for when I'm around to enjoy it too."
"That's a deal honey!" she giggled, just as Oliver returned. These were limits she was happy to adhere to. It had been outright amazing to enjoy the attention of two men, but the fact that she had shared the experience with her husband made the sensation so much deeper.
She grinned at Oliver as he handed her the towel.
"I hope you're staying tomorrow as well."
