My Husband Served Me For Dinner [adult]
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“I’ve never seen her so desperate for it,” Brad says.
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We’re almost finished making dinner when Brad’s phone rings. He sends me a grin that tells me who it is — Ray.
I press my thighs together at the memory of Ray watching me practice my pole dancing — well, doing more than just watching. Brad sets his phone on the counter and answers it in speaker mode.
“Hello?”
“Hey man,” Ray says.
“I didn’t think you’d wait so long to call,” Brad says.
I push his arm.
“You sound like this woman I dated a few years ago,” Ray says.
Brad laughs. “Shut up. I just meant you seemed to like Sloane’s lap dance.”
“I did. Fuck. It was amazing. But… she’s your wife, man.”
“And I like to see her have a good time.”
“With other men?”
Brad looks at me. We’ve never done anything like this until two days ago. “Not any man,” he says. “I trust you to make her feel good.”
Ray groans. “I’ve never had a dude make me hard before.”
Again Brad laughs. “Maybe you should come back over.”
“Anytime, man. Anytime.”
“We’re just about to have dinner. You want to join us?”
My eyes flare in surprise. I just exercised and I haven’t even showered.
“Let me jump in the shower and I’ll be right over.”
“Sounds good.”
As soon as Brad hangs up the phone, I shove him. “You didn’t even ask if it was alright with me.”
“I saw you rubbing your thighs together. I’m willing to bet your panties are already wet.”
And I look down to see that Brad’s cock is hard.
“I haven’t taken a shower.”
“Well, you better hurry because he’s going to rush through his and he’ll probably run a few red lights on the way.”
I shake my head at my husband as I hurry upstairs and rush through a quick shower. By the time I come back downstairs, Ray’s already in the kitchen with Brad.
“Maybe we should have Sloane as an appetizer,” Brad says.
I stop in the doorway as both men look at me like I’m their next meal. I didn’t think it would give me such a high. I have an extra swing to my hips as I approach the table.
“Why don’t you lie down on the table?” At first I think Brad’s joking, but then I look at Ray. His eyes slide down my body and linger at the apex of my thighs. I hop up on the table and spread my legs.
“Fuck,” Ray says.
“Take off your panties, baby,” Brad says.
Ray looks up at me with eyes that beg, yes, please.
I bite my lip and lift my skirt to push my panties down off my hips. That seems to be what gives Ray permission to take what he wants, because he stops looking at Brad for approval as he grips my hips and pulls me to the edge of the table.
I lean back on my elbows as Brad steps a little closer. “She’s already wet.”
“Mmm.” Ray presses wet kisses in a line up my inner thigh.
Then he bypasses my pussy completely and kisses up my other thigh. By the time his tongue swipes at my clit, I’m panting for it. I lift my hips to meet his mouth.
Ray holds my hips down against the table as he takes his time, nipping at the lips of my pussy and teasing my opening with his tongue.
“I’ve never seen her so desperate for it,” Brad says.
I moan in agreement. I am desperate and I like Brad watching us.
Ray thrusts inside me with his flexed tongue. He does it again and again, sometimes curling his tongue so that it rasps against a spot inside me that’s so sensitive. I want him deeper, so I try to spread my legs even wider.
When he pulls out, I gasp a terse, “No.”
But before I can say any more, he’s licking his way up, up, up to my throbbing clit. Ray sucks it gently, pulling needy sounds from my lungs.
I’m getting close.
I feel a rhythmic rocking as he flattens his tongue and presses it against me. I arch up to see that Ray’s pulled out his cock, and he’s jacking himself hard and fast. Brad’s two steps behind him, doing the same thing.
I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but the sight of them almost tips me over the edge. Ray presses one finger into me and curves it forward like he did with his tongue. He pegs that spot each time his finger thrusts inside me.
It’s a strange new sensation that’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt with someone inside me. I feel like I’m floating, like I need something to hold me down. I lie back so I can reach my arms out and grip the edges of the table.
“Ray… Brad…” I don’t know who I want or even what I’m asking for.
The sensations become so strong and so sharp. It’s not an orgasm, it’s something else. I almost feel an urge to pee, but that’s not quite it either. Ray keeps thrusting with his fingers, keeps flicking with his tongue.
I thrash on the table. I don’t want him to stop, but I’m not sure I want him to keep going. It’s becoming too much.
“Please,” I beg.
Ray sucks my clit into his mouth and my climax explodes inside me. My thighs quiver along the edge of the table as my body shudders against the hard surface. Ray scoops a hand beneath my ass and lifts me to his face, sending a second — more powerful wave — through me.
My orgasm is so strong, I feel my ass convulsing along with everything inside me. When my muscles finally relax, Ray stands from the chair and starts to jack himself over me. I know what he’s going to do.
“Come inside her,” Brad growls.
Ray looks up at me, desperate for me to agree with my husband.
“Yes,” I say, but before I even get the whole word out, he thrusts inside me.
He growls as he flings his head back. The veins in his neck bulge as he arches it back and bares his teeth. I feel him inside me, jerking and shooting.
When I look over at Brad, his gaze is fixed on where Ray is buried deep inside me. Ray slumps over me, panting. He leans on his arms as he catches his breath.
“I need to see,” Brad says.
Ray gives me a tired smile as he steps back, gently pulling out. I feel his ejaculate leak from my opening. I hear it hit the hardwood floor.
Brad steps between my legs, jacking himself hard and fast until I feel the heat of his semen hit my thighs, my pussy, my belly.
By the time I sit up, both men are collapsed into the chairs, still looking at me.
“I think I need another shower,” I say.
“Just wipe off for now,” Brad says. “Let’s eat. Then I want to watch him fuck you with his cock, not just his tongue.
My inner muscles clench at the thought and another drip of Ray’s cum falls to the floor.
“I think you like that idea,” Brad smiles.
“I do.”