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“This is just to get you started. I don’t plan to…ahhh…to go all the way.” Her loins were on fire and she had me grabbing at the headboard with my fingernails. My hands were over top of my head. She was not only fucking me with her pussy, but she was also pushing my breasts together and sucking both of the tips.

“Ohmygod, Carol… I think I’m … what the fuck…why did you stop?” Suddenly she rose from the bed, and I was left hanging. She didn’t answer my exclamation of surprise. I could hear her rummaging around in the closet. She was obviously finding that toy. Then I felt her standing right beside me. Her hand touched my face and then she straddled me with a pair of fake balls touching my chin.

“This is all for you, Marlene,” she said. I’ve been using this toy for many years and believe me it never leaves me unsatisfied.” She touched the knob to my lips and it was so lifelike that I actually felt like I was touching a real cock. There was even a bit of moisture on the top, which was obviously placed there, as some sort of lubrication. It tasted like cream, but it couldn’t be.

“I want it all…you have no idea how bad I want it. I opened my mouth and the weight of her body pinned me to the mattress. That knob slid over my tongue and left behind the feel of having a real man at my disposal. I tried to reach for the blindfold, but a pair of hands held my wrists.

“That’s it, suck my cock. Suck it and I will give you a big reward for going above and beyond. All I have to do is think about cumming and you will get a mouthful. It’s my own personal supply that I get from Mark on a daily basis.” She must’ve frozen his seed and used it to simmer inside of these fake balls. I’d heard of such technology, but I had never witnessed or experienced it myself.

Her thrusts became wild and I could hear her moaning. Her voice was husky. I pushed my lips and my head a little closer. Just the thought of what she was doing to me was making me so hot that I could barely sit still. I suddenly got a bigger surprise than I was ready for. That knob grew bigger, and I thought for a moment that she was pumping that seed through a tube inside the fake phallus. It splashed against my mouth and then it dawned on me that this was not fake at all.

I felt fingers pulling the blindfold from my eyes. I looked up with my mouth full to see Mark’s smiling face looking down on me. He pulled free with a wet audible pop. “I hope you’re not angry. We’ve been planning this for quite some time. I told Carol all about you and she said that we would have better luck seducing you with her doing it first. Watching the video had me pumping that night, until I was shooting all over my wife’s face.” The very talk of watching our lesbian encounter had kept the lead in his pencil.

“You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I’m glad that you did and you’re probably right.” His cock was still ramrod stiff and Carol was behind him with her hands wrapped around his waist, holding onto that pillar of strength.

“I’m the one that’s going to fuck you with my cock, Marlene.” She got me where she wanted me, and I was soon on my hands and knees getting plugged from behind. I looked back to see that her legs were the ones pushing up against his pelvis to spearhead his member within my folds. I split open, receiving him and then a mouth latched onto my clit and a pussy slammed down on my face. I saw the wetness of her lips and they drew my tongue to her.

Mark was deeper than any man had ever been before. That was the kind of cock that every woman strives to find. Carol was letting me borrow her prized possession. She wasn’t lying when she told me that it was her cock. It was just not what I’d expected.

She was leaking and I was eagerly licking around that open space between her legs. I was moaning with my tongue deep inside her. I was getting fucked and licked at the same. It was too much for my libido to handle.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me that we can share this together… Yes… Yes… Marlene… I’m going to…” I felt her body quaking and trembling as she came, and I swallowed the sweet nectar greedily.

Seeing her body convulse excited Mark even more. He pressed into me and he was soon making that bed bounce like never before.

“I love your body,” Carol whispered as she shifted herself to lay beside me, our sweat mingling together. Panting and gasping, Mark’s beat became even faster. His deep, powerful strokes rocked my body to the core.

I went into convulsions, exposing my vulnerable side and allowing them to guide me into my first ever threesome. I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted, but it siphoned the steaming seed from his nuts. He fired heavily in between my legs and then Carol latched onto me with her mouth to suck it back out. With a few more licks of her tongue I felt myself go crashing over the edge.

I was pretty much exhausted, but I was able to take her tongue and the contents of her mouth. We kissed in a very heated embrace, while Mark ran his hands all over our bodies sending these messages that things had only begun.

I lay, limp, between them with both kissing my neck together. He kissed me first and then she pulled me by the hair to make me do the same thing for her. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that they were competing for my affections.

Afterward:

The three of us sat around the round oak table in the kitchen sipping red wine and eating lamb chops, wild rice, asparagus in a tangy balsamic sauce and a tossed salad. Soft jazz music played in the background. Candles glowed softly creating a cozy, romantic atmosphere.

“Our profession is dangerous, but it helps me to know that I have the two of you to come home to,” I told them. I had moved in, and it wasn’t into the extra bedroom that they used for guests. I couldn’t get enough of their bodies, and they were constantly surprising me. I had to pinch myself, sometimes, to believe that this was really happening.

Carol understood that her husband, Mark, and I were in danger every day on the job and she was there to greet us with a warm body and a kiss upon our return at the end of the day. This might not have been where I had thought my life would go, but it far surpassed any ideal family life that I could have dreamed up in my lifetime. I had no idea if this was going to last, but I was happy to be with the two people that could read my body and my mind better than I could.

One of our passions was cooking, and we heated things up in the kitchen and in the bedroom. Together we were a force to be reckoned with. We had each other, and that was more than most people could say.

THE END

Cake!

Chapter 1

Candace Hutchinson was bored. She tried to keep herself occupied, but there was only so much reading and shopping a woman could do before she was cross-eyed and broke. She closed her laptop and placed her hand on the marble kitchen counter. Looking around, she took in the beautiful cherry-wood cabinets that she and Claude had so painstakingly designed, the marble counter-tops with flecks of the cherry-wood color throughout, glistening ceramic tile, all the latest appliances and perfectly chosen knickknacks …she loved them all, still, but somehow it was all starting to feel so empty! Her husband, Claude, was away on business again. Their sons, Travis, and Benjamin were away at their respective colleges, and she was just here. Maybe a hobby would make her feel better. She wasn’t sure what she would like to take up. Candace wasn’t the crafty type, and she did community service all the time already. She wanted something thrilling that would remind her of what it was like to feel excited again.

As the thought crossed her mind, Declan Bennet, the son of her neighbors, walked out onto their raised deck toward their pool. Candace licked her lips as she watched him clean the pool. His muscles rippled, the washboard of his abs called to her fingers, and she could almost imagine what it would be like to have his hard body against hers. Candace blushed at the thought. She’d only been with her husband since they’d gotten married. It was crazy to think about being with anyone else. Especially, some kid who was younger than her sons. She had it on good authority that Declan was at the very least legal. She was a woman with needs. Why should she be ashamed of wanting someone who was of age?

Because you are much older, and he can barely even buy you a drink, a wicked voice in her head reminded her.

Candace huffed. She left the kitchen, and the view of Declan behind. She had to find something to do or she would surely let her thoughts run away with her. Candace took the stairs to her master suite two at a time. She pulled a cream-colored maxi dress with embellished detailing from her closet. She would get out of her house for a few hours. Maybe if she went to get a coffee, it would help her to cool down.

Candace was no decaying housewife. Her full D-cup breast was still plump and inviting. Her waist still narrowed seductively before nice hips curved. At five feet and nine inches tall, her legs were long and shapely. She still turned heads everywhere she went. All the heads except her husband’s! He seemed to notice her less and less. The more she brought it to his attention, the longer he stayed away. Candace wasn’t a fool. She imagined her husband had a lover somewhere that he was racing off to. As long as he realized he’d be a fool to divorce her, then she would ignore his indiscretions. It wasn’t what she wanted or deserved, but their life together was otherwise good so Candace would accept it.

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