After the Party

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Let me state something obvious because some people just don't get it. This story carries an adult theme. If you are offended by sexual stories, don't read this story. This story is fictional with fictional characters. These characters will never get AIDS.

Thanks Bandra for your help editing and pointers!

This story was told to me by one of my close friends.

Start:

What can I say about life? Some times you get sucked in and forget about living. You know what I mean; all the little details bog you down and you forget to live. All those little things take control and you lose sight of the big picture. Romance takes a back seat to those all consuming little things. I've been married to my husband, Steve for nearly twenty years. Twenty loving years, we've shared together. In that time we raised two children and this past fall we became empty nesters as our children are away at college. And let's just say that we re-christened all the rooms in our house!

With my fortieth birthday approaching, well, I started to feel my age. I wasn't ready to surrender and grow into some blob of a woman like most of my coworkers. So with Steve's encouragement I joined a gym and worked hard to acquire a well toned body. After a month, I started to see the difference. Talk about an ego boost, being able to fit into jeans that have been buried in my closet for three years.

My husband Steve is six feet tall with salt and pepper hair. He's in pretty good shape and loves to spend time in the gym. Personally I think he likes to look at the women more than anything else, but hey, at least he's taking care of himself.

We have a special relationship. We realized a couple of years ago that we were going through life on cruise control and life's pressures were adding up. Steve wanted more sex and I was not feeling very sexual. The problem was money, the house, and all those things. We started to 'date' again and work together closer if you will. We quickly had the house in great shape and the bills were being paid off. Those dates, well after the date I would be very aroused and wanted my husband. Things really heated up between us!

Steve has been a great husband and at times a bad boy. For years Steve has been talking about including others. Well mostly he's focused on another man. At first I thought that he wanted to have an affair with a secret woman and was upset. Then over time his fantasy started to grow on me. Now, we talk about other men at least once a month. About three years ago Steve started to introduce toys into our bed play and he loves it when I pretend to enjoy other men by toying with the different life like vibrators and dildos. Steve loves for me to pretend that I'm with other men and yes he loves to watch. I quickly learned that this was a great foreplay tool for our lovemaking. We never talked about swinging or swapping, so I just went with it.

Like I said, over time Steve's fantasy started to grow on me. After turning forty this past year, I started to wonder if I still had it. Do other men find me sexy? Do other men want to sleep with me? Time is running out; so if my husband wanted to include another man, why not? Hell, we've been married for twenty years and still in love so why shouldn't we have some fun before we are both too old?

At first it was strange to talk about other men, with your husband. However, he quickly learned that I enjoyed our little talks. It became foreplay if you will. We didn't talk about this all the time, just every now and then. I was thankful that Steve didn't try to push this on me, and I think that allowed us to take the next step whatever that might be. To be honest, I didn't think that we would ever really do a threesome. The fantasy was very sexy, but I just didn't see it ever happening.

Some times when we were at the mall or out at a club Steve would point out to some man. Talk about a bolt of electricity ripping though my body, to hear your loving husband ask you if you would have that man bed you. Again, this was a great little foreplay game we enjoyed.

About a month ago we were home alone watching one of Steve's porno movies. The movie wasn't too bad and it had some kind of a plot. To me the problem with porn is that after you see the people having sex, I just want to fast forward to the next scene. This movie was about a couple that started to swing. The idea of having strangers in my bed was not very arousing. However, this movie played it up. In any case, movies are not real life. Steve wanted to know what I thought about the movie and if I wanted a lover.

"Steve I don't want to have an affair"

"Honey, I'm not asking for you to have an affair"

I put my hands on my hips, "Oh, so you want a lover? Is that it?"

"No, baby, I do not want a lover"

Confused I asked, "Then what is it that you really want?"

"I don't know baby, but I think it would be hot if one night we had a threesome"

Oh there it was! "So you want to bring some sexy young girl to our bed?"

"No" Steve looked down at the floor. "I want to bring another man to our bed"

"What? Don't tell me you are gay?"

"No, you know better then that. I just think it would be so freaking hot to watch some guy do you."

It was not time for me to turn up the heat to his little game. "You want some stranger to do your wife?"

"Oh please; haven't you ever thought about it?"

"And what would you be doing Steve?"

"Watching and then I would do you next!"

"Oh would you do me now?"

"Oh yea baby" he moved next to me and reached down between my legs. "I love touching you when you're wet."

Wow I didn't realize that I was aroused, but yea, I was! I'm not a slut and have never enjoyed two men in one night, let alone together. "Steve, I'm not a whore!"

"I know you're not a whore. You're a lady, but I would like to do some kinky things with you. As I'm sure you know, we'll both enjoy it!"

He had a point, a very strange point. My husband was pushing this in motion for us to enjoy our first threesome. How strange is that? The fantasy; oh how wonderful! To have two men worship my body, and to pleasure me over and over again. To feel their hands on my body, their tongues lick my body, and their hard cocks in me. What a sexy thought! "Take me to bed your big stud!"

"You like young men taking you to bed?"

"Why yes I do Mr. Smith."

Steve looked a little shocked that I called him by some other name, but he quickly picked up on it. "How long before your husband is home?"

"Oh, I think we have an hour."

"Good!"

Steve took me to bed that night and just ravished my body. We acted like two sex starved high school kids. It's been years since Steve did me twice in one night. I loved it! The thought came into my mind that night, what would it feel like if some other man did me, and then after he finished, Steve would do me? To be used, over and over again, by my husband and by a stud. What a night that would be.

The next morning Steve wanted to talk about the movie, and after that he wanted to talk about how he loved last night. He was a mad man last night, and I really enjoyed it. I did admit to him that the thought of him and another man was hot. We talked some more and then off we both went for work. Every night that week, Steve would help around the house after work; we would have dinner, and then have some hot sex in bed.

A week later we hosted a dinner party. All of our parties had been lots of fun and this party was no exception. Our friends came over and enjoyed a feast of good food and good wine. After everyone left, I was a little tired. Then I heard Steve talking to someone, and when I walked over to the family room, Steve and John were in some deep male conversation. I think both men had a little too much to drink but they were enjoying a good buzz.

I told Steve that I was tired, going to bed, and said goodnight to him and John. Told them to have fun and enjoy the rest of the night.

I was still in my sexy party sundress and walked around in bare feet as it was still warm outside. All night I did my best to peak the interest of the men as I didn't wear a bra. Before, I was too busy to notice how my body felt. Now, with only having Steve and John in our home I could feel my semi erect nipples brush against my silky sundress as I moved around, and knew that the men were getting turned on. Underneath all I had on was my sexy black thong. Well, not that anyone would see it, but that silly little thing makes me feel sexy when I wear it.

As I put away the dishes, the men were quiet. A little too quiet if you ask me. Was Steve up to something? Maybe he was feeling John out? What was my husband up to? I couldn't help but think, was he setting things up? My body started to tingle as I went through the different delicious scenarios. What if John didn't want me? What if John did want me? Could I allow John to take me in our bed? Does Steve really want this? How will Steve feel tomorrow? Can I have sex with John, with my husband watching?

Steve has been my only lover for the past twenty some years. What would I do? Would I be good enough, could I please John in bed?

Oh, to have two men worship me! To feel both men touch me and see that they both want me! Oh and then to feel that they both want me, to use my body for his own pleasure while the other watches. That was a very powerful rush; my body became very aroused from the thought. John came into the kitchen to fetch a couple of beers. My nipples were rock hard as John's eyes were focused on my chest.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe I just needed a good hard fucking, but having John so close to me made me very aware that my panties were damp. Why would I need a good fucking, after all Steve had just ravished me in bed? Oh, did he notice my scent? John gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went back to Steve.

Since we were mostly alone, and John should be going home soon, I slipped out of my dress and into a blue satin night shirt. Well, I was still wearing my thong. Steve and John were still talking it up but it was getting late and I was ready for bed. The kitchen was clean and the dishwasher was on the last load.

I flipped on the TV for background noise and started to drift off into my little world. Oh the thought, of having these men want me was really turning me on. My body was aching for attention. I slipped my hand under my though and felt my wetness. Oh how I wanted John to strip for me, to have him show me his rock hard body, and then to see his cock to know that he wanted me, and was going to do me. What a delicious thought, to have two men touching me, wanting me, and for both of them to take me. Oh how I wanted to take myself, but I decided to wait for Steve. I licked my fingers as I do enjoy my taste.

About an hour or so later I felt someone snuggle up next to me in bed. I knew that this person couldn't be Steve, as he moved on the bed differently. His scent was different then Steve's and I remember it was the cologne that John was wearing. When I remembered that, I opened my eyes to see my husband standing tall by the door, as he watched his friend slip under our bed covers, next to me.

What was I to do? We've talked about this for some time now and my husband was a couple of feet away. More importantly my husband was watching his friend trying to seduce me. John encountered no resistance as he slipped next to me and started to kiss me.

Oh I love kissing. It's the make it or break it moment when a man kisses me for the first time, for if the man is a great kisser he will bed me. If the man sucks, well just take me home as there is no need to continue. Luckily for me, John was a great kisser with those strong lips of his.

John started out smooth and gentle. With a surprisingly light touch, working up and building passion till I was moaning and my body aching for him to touch me.

As he started to snuggle up I asked him, "Why don't you get more comfortable?"

Like a teenager John was undressed in seconds and that is when I felt his erect cock for the first time. Oh, he felt impressive and my body started to crave him even more.

I knew that this man was about to take me. I was excited and nervous, but strangely comfortable as I knew that this was a loving act and I was safe. My husband was a couple of feet away and his close friend would never want to hurt us. John has been a great friend for ten years and I knew this would only bring us closer.

I lifted my torso up, giving him access and more importantly, permission.

"John, why don't you remove my panties?" I love it when a man takes the lead and I wanted John to know that I was his.

John moved between my legs as I lifted up my satin night shirt. Slowly, he teased me working my panties off my body. Now I'm sure that he could notice my heightened state of arousal. I didn't have to wonder about this as he held my wet thong.

John moved back down on me, pressing his weight onto my body. His well toned muscular body felt light on top of me. He acted a little unsure, maybe having Steve watching unsettled him as it did me. Should I kiss him? How long will John take before he's ready to take me? I opened my legs around him. Now, he had to know that my body was his. John could use me any way he wanted.

I could clearly feel how aroused John was as my own body started to crave his attention. Oh my, that's it; I wanted this man to take me. I wanted him to use my body for his pleasure and mine.

John looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me again. He knew that I was his, at least for this night. The first kiss from John was tender as he kissed my lips softly and slowly. Then he started to kiss my chin and neck. Oh yea, he had me moaning. Finally, we enjoyed our first kiss. I felt his tongue enter my mouth. He was softer than Steve but full of passion. Our tongues did a tango in my mouth as I became very aware of his thick erect cock against my thighs.

Oh how I loved this part of sex to want a man so bad; and he's not ready to take you just yet. I love to feel him touching me, caressing my body, kissing me, feeling his hot tongue on my skin, fondling my breasts and gently nibbling my erect nipples. Oh how I was his! I almost wanted to beg him to make me his for the night.

I had to know, what was Steve thinking? Could I really do this? Did Steve really want this? We've been talking about this for years, and I really wanted this to happen, but not at the expense of my marriage.

Finally, I had to break the kiss before we went past the point of no return. Talk about panting! This man had me on fire. I looked over at Steve. My husband was nude and was stroking his hard cock and for some strange reason that turned me on even more, to be with his friend while my husband was masturbating. I felt a little strange as I knew and felt my husband watching, as his close friend was about to do me.

"John, we have to stop for one second"

Steve answered, "No baby, it's all cool"

God, that was cheesy and almost a deal killer. "John, I have to talk with my husband for a second. Steve, come over here for a second"

Steve made his way to the bed, never letting go of his cock. "What's up baby?"

"We don't have to do this."

"Why, is something wrong?"

"No, I just want you to be happy." It was strange having a conversation with your husband, while I'm nude, and his best friend was on top of me, and then we had the matter of John having a hard cock pressing into my flesh.

"Baby, I'm more than happy. I really want this! Tonight is one sexy night."

"I just don't want you upset with me, or hate me tomorrow. If John has me tonight, I don't want you to be upset tomorrow."

"Never! Maybe John will spend the night and we can take a shower together. I'm so excited and happy that you're doing this. I love you. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated to the fantasy of you with another man. Tonight, I'm going to have my fantasy."

"It's just that we haven't gone too far. He has not done me yet and I don't want you to regret this."

Steve leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. A little strange as I had John between my legs with his hard cock against my wet pussy lips. "I want this more then you can imagine."

I looked up at my husband and then closed my eyes, "Steve, shut up and let me enjoy the moment.

With that, John moved a little allowing his cock to move between my wet pussy lips. Oh that drives me wild, to feel a man, the tip of his cock against my clit. Oh I love that, to feel the thick pre-cum lubricated mushroom head of a man's cock against my clit. I love that feeling, teasing me making me want him even more. No way was he going to stop now, this man was going to take me.

Then with a little move of John's hip, the tip of his cock started to penetrate my warm body. I gasped as his erect hard cock started to slide into my hot wet pussy and I couldn't help but start to moan.

Steve grabbed my hand, "How does it feel? He's in you baby, right?"

"Oh God! Steve, John is slowly sliding his cock in me, slowly working that hard cock of his deeper and deeper into me. Your not upset, are you baby?

"No baby if I'm not careful I'm going to cum." Steve let go of my hand and started to stroke his cock.

John felt different; the way he moved inside me was different. I just enjoyed the experience. His cock was a little thicker and at first there was a lot of fiction, but my body was on fire and my arousal soaked and lubricated his thick cock.

I could tell that John was a skilled lover, as he took his time, and worked up a sexy rhythm. Gently he would lean down and kiss me, and just the right spot. I love to listen how a man breathes as he makes love to me. I peeked, watched his muscles flex and could tell this man loved to work out. My hands reached back, first touching the small of his back. Love to hold a man, as he works his cock in and out of me, but I had to have more. Between strokes, I parted my legs and wrapped them around him sending a sock wave though my body as pushed his cock back into me.

John must have loved it too, as he moved his left arm under the back of my right knee, and the same for his other hand. Now he had complete control of my body. I was his under his spell as he drove his cock in and out of me. There was nothing for me to worry about, and I didn't even care how I looked or sounded. John was giving me so much pleasure and I knew Steve was taking it all in.

What did my husband think? After all he was watching me having sex. His best friend was slamming his cock in and out of my pussy; I could hear it, smell it, and could almost taste it. Oh the heat of hot sex as I was bound, restrained by him if you will. John had me and was pushing me over the edge, oh I love that feeling as my scalp starts to tingle, my toes curl, as I start to reach my orgasm. Oh the more I thought about what was going on, the closer I came.

John started to pump my pussy harder and faster. I knew he was getting close. Oh he's going to cum inside me, and John didn't put a condom on. We've known John for a long time and felt comfortable with him, and with me being on the pill no worries about getting preggers. This is the first man other than my husband to cum inside me in twenty years!

Oh, hold on just for another minute, let him cum. I tried, tried to hold it off but it me like a major car accident. My head started to spin, eyes flickered as my pussy clamped down on his cock oh the pressure, so full from him, feeling him pusher harder into me. I knew he was cumming with that one last push; he pushed all of that beautiful cock in me to cum deep in my body.