Setting the context:
First, a little about me. I am twenty three, and married to my high school sweetheart.
I am five foot, nine inches tall, with a slender athletic frame. My hair is blond and I frequently wear it in a ponytail, giving me a youthful, innocent look, even when naked.
Normally, my breasts are small, but firm and perky with large prominent nipples. However, at the time of these events, my breasts were much larger as they were temporarily engorged with milk for my baby.
I also have a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I have a sweet, innocent, ‘wholesome’ look about me. Yes, objectively speaking, I am quite pretty.
Chris and I started dating during my junior year in high school. I lost my virginity to Chris during my senior year in high school on Christmas Eve, in December, 2011. I was a few months short of my eighteenth birthday. Chris was home from Penn State for the holidays.
Upon graduating from high school, I followed Chris to Penn State where we dated exclusively until we got married at the end of my sophomore year of college. The wedding was held in the chapel on campus in State College Pennsylvania.
When Chris graduated in May, 2014 and took a very good paying job as an engineer in Denver, our first desire was to find a starter home, something with a bit more space. We were fortunate to find a lovely three bedroom home in Aurora, a suburb of southeast of Denver. The low mortgage rates available in 2014 meant that we could afford a slightly nicer and larger home than either Chris or I was expecting.
We loved the extra space and the privacy it afforded us. I particularly liked the nicely landscaped backyard with the six foot wood fence that allowed me to sunbath topless on occasion. I typically got home from work before Chris, and weather permitting, I enjoyed 'catching a few rays' while waiting for him.
Chris loved seeing my smallish breasts with their perpetually erect nipples turn brown as berries from the sun, reminding him that I had been outside topless while he was still at work. It was slightly naughty, but completely harmless fun.
We had planned to wait a few years before having children; but as we all know, not everything goes as planned. To put it bluntly, about a year ago, the condom broke and I got pregnant.
The timing was not perfect, but both we were both thrilled with the prospect of being parents. Our beautiful daughter arrived healthy and perfect in every way in May, 2015, roughly ten months ago.
We set up a nursery in one of the unused bedrooms and I quit my job as a financial analyst to become a stay at home mom. Life was good.
Three weeks after we brought Amy home from the hospital, Chris got a call from one of his college roommates, Glenn. Glenn had finished his junior year in petroleum engineering at Penn State and was offered a summer internship with a small, independent energy company located in Denver.
Although the company would pay Glenn a small living allowance for the summer, Chris suggested that Glenn pocket the money and live with us, free of charge.
To be clear, I liked Glenn. He was charming, witty, intelligent and quite 'easy on the eyes', if you know what I mean. But I was not looking forward to losing the privacy that both Chris and I valued so much. Nonetheless, I certainly understood the logic of having Glenn stay with us for the summer so he could save the living allowance he was granted. And the inconvenience was only for the summer. I would survive the minor intrusion into our lives.
Glenn arrived the week before Memorial Day. He had driven over from Pennsylvania in his rather rough looking Honda Civic. Chris and I set him up in the guest bedroom, which also happened to serve as our mini-office with a desk Chris and I shared.
Glenn's room also contained a recumbent exercise bike and a weight bench with an assortment of dumbbells that I used regularly. This assortment of exercise equipment was going to be critical to me returning my figure to 'pre-pregnancy condition' as quickly as possible.
I realize it is a bit vain of me, but I truly took considerable pride in maintaining my figure. I had been a cheerleader and a gymnast in high school, and I enjoyed getting appreciative looks from men, old and young alike. I loved it when they stared admiringly at my perky breasts with my erect nipples, my long shapely legs and my cute 'bubble butt'.
Yes, I knew I was cute, and I liked the attention my looks garnered.
Prior to getting pregnant and giving birth, I had a sleek, athletic build. Now a month after giving birth, my five foot, nine inch frame was still carrying precisely nine pounds more than my ideal target weight of 117 pounds. This was nine pounds that I was determined to shed quickly.
At the time of this story, it had been almost a month since I had my first child and I was in the process of breastfeeding. My breasts were swollen with milk and I had still had not lost that final trace of a 'mommy tummy'.
My husband regularly assured me that I still looked great, but until I lost these last nine pounds, I was uncomfortable being naked in front of him. Silly, I know. But I was determined to get my pre-pregnancy figure back.
Glenn Arrives:
At dinner on the day of his arrival, Glenn thanked us.
"I really appreciate you guys letting me stay here this summer,” Glenn told us. “You have no idea how much the extra money from the living allowance is going to mean to me next year. I might even be able to afford an occasional pizza and pitcher of beer thanks to you guys. I promise I will try not to be a pain."
He had a cute, boyish way about him that made it impossible for me to ever be angry at him.
I smiled and replied, "We are glad to have you this summer. But I will impose on you occasionally. I intend to tighten this tummy and get rid of the ten or so pounds of baby fat I took on while pregnant. All my workout stuff is in the room you are staying in. I'll try to exercise while you are working so that I do not disturb you. But occasionally, I may need to be in the room while you are home."
Glenn nodded, indicating that he understood, but added, "Well Jill, you look great to me. You look as good as you did when you were in school."
"I know you are a bull shit artist, but I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless." I turned to Chris and said, "I see that your buddy is a shameless flirt. It's working. "
Glenn was a handsome and charming twenty one year old. Chris and Glenn actually looked alike. Both were about six foot, two inches in height, very nice builds with broad shoulders and well defined chests. Each had a warm smile and strong jaw that gave them each a handsome, warm and genuine look. I found them both attractive and good company.
Everything seemed to be going fine the first week that Glenn was there. One day, about a week after Glenn arrived, I was riding the lifecycle in Glenn's bedroom while he was at work. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon. I finished my workout and was wiping he sweat from my face when I noticed that the bottom left desk drawer was slightly ajar.
I felt my pulse quicken as a bit of a panic attack overtook me. While we were in college, I allowed Chris to take a series of naked pictures of me. Chris kept those photos in an album in that bottom left hand drawer.
I had not thought about those pictures in years. The album had been buried under some financial papers and tax returns we kept.
Nervously, I opened the drawer and saw that the album was resting on top. I was certain that Glenn had stumbled upon the album and had been looking at naked pictures of me. I opened the album to remind myself exactly how explicit the photos were.
The photos had been taken over a period of more than a year. None were explicitly pornographic, but there was a considerable amount of full frontal nudity. There were photos of me sunbathing naked on a private stretch of beach; there were pictures of me posing on a bed in the little efficiency apartment Chris and I shared in college; there were pictures of me shaving my vulva; and pictures of me playfully flashing my breasts in a parking lot late one night when no one was around. There was even one picture of me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest Chris entered me in when we vacationed in Daytona Beach one summer.
I suddenly felt a knot in the pit of my stomach knowing that Chris's best friend had been looking at these photos which we had carelessly forgotten were in the desk.
What did he think when he found them? What did he think of his buddy's wife now?
I opened the photo album once again, and stared at the pictures. While they photos fell short of being professional quality, Chris had done a good job of capturing my beauty. I looked good, damn good, in some of the shots.
All of the photos featured my vulva shaven, again giving me a youthful, innocent appearance.
My large green eyes, full lips and wide smile, portrayed a cute, sassy young woman who had been caught naked. I like the way the photos showed both the cute, innocence of my youth as well as my deep sensuality. Chris captured a wonderful balance between the two.
One of my favorites was a shot of me sitting on the bed naked, putting on my knee socks, my hair in 'dog ears'. I looked like a young Reese Witherspoon in that shot.
I closed the album and thought about what I should do.
Should I confront him and ask him if he had been looking at my pictures? No, that would be too embarrassing and would accomplish nothing. And confronting him would require that I actually admit that we accidentally left these photos in the desk?
Should I remove the photo album from his room? Surely, he would know he had been caught if I did. What purpose would that serve, other than to make him feel uncomfortable and awkward around me? But leaving the photo album here for Glenn to peruse any time he felt the urge did not feel right either. I was torn.
I decided to leave the album here in the desk, and consult with Chris tonight. I would let Chris decide whether or not we confront Glenn, or whether we should remove the album without saying anything to him.
We dined and watched television together in the evening without incident. Glenn did not act any differently. And I tried hard not to behave awkwardly around Glenn either.
I was not mad at Glenn for looking at the pictures; in fact, I was a bit flattered. And as I said, the pictures were sufficiently tasteful, and made me look attractive enough, that on some level, I was just a little bit happy that he found them. I just hoped he didn’t think I left the album in his room on purpose for him to find.
It was nine thirty when I finally got Amy fed, changed and settled in her crib for the evening. Glenn had retired to his room, probably to look at my pictures again. I wondered, did he masturbate while looking at them? That was simply too weird to think about. But the thought did appeal to me a bit and I convinced myself that if he did, it was harmless enough.
"Chris, I need to tell you something," I said to my husband as I sat next to him.
Chris looked at me, concerned, as he silenced the television using the remote. "And what would that be?"
"I think Glenn may have found that album you stored in the desk in his room; the one with the pictures you took of me when we were at Penn State."
Chris surprised me when a huge smile came across his face. "Why do you think that?" he asked.
"I was using the lifecycle in his room this afternoon and I noticed that the bottom drawer was left open about an inch. When I looked inside it, the album was on top. I know that the album had been under a bunch of papers ... you know, tax returns and financial reports and such."
"Well, that horny little fucker. He got caught looking at naked pictures of his buddy's wife. Where are the pictures now?" Chris asked with considerable amusement.
"I left it in his room, where I found it. I wasn't sure if we wanted to let him know that he'd been caught," I admitted.
"So he's probably back there right now, looking at naked pictures of you and spanking his monkey."
"Chris, don't be crude," I chastised.
"So how do you feel about Glenn seeing those pictures?"
"I'm embarrassed, no question about it. But I'm not mad. I looked at the pictures again, and they're not that bad. None are too explicit, although there are a lot of frontal shots."
"And you do look smokin' hot in those shots ... I mean smokin', baby," Chris teased.
I could feel myself blush at the compliment.
"Okay, I admit that some of the shots do make me look pretty good. When I'm old and fat, I'll be able to prove that I looked pretty good when I was in college."
"Baby, the camera only records what it sees. You really do look that good. You still do."
"Well, thank you. But I need to drop nine or ten pounds of baby fat from my pregnancy. I am already working on that."
"Jill, I think you look great the way you are. If you are going to lose ten pounds, you need to know that you are doing it for you, not for me. I think you look great," Chris said with complete sincerity.
"Well thank you again. Are you going to say anything to Glenn about looking in the album?"
Chris thought for several seconds before answering, "I don't think I will."
"Do you want me to remove the album tomorrow while he is at work?" I asked.
"I don't think so. He's already seen it. What harm does it cause if we let him continue to look at your pictures? I kind of like the thought of my best friend jacking off to pictures of my wife anyhow."
I nodded, and thought silently that Chris was right; what harm was there?
I nurse my baby:
The next evening, Friday night, Chris, Glenn and I retired to the living room to watch some television after dinner. Amy was sleeping soundly in her crib in the next room. I was sitting next to Glenn on the couch. Chris was in his recliner.
Since it was Friday night, the guys did not have to work tomorrow morning. They were enjoying several beers as they relaxed following a long work week. Since I was nursing my baby, I could not drink. I did crave a glass of wine, but I was being a responsible parent.
We were watching an episode of Game of Thrones on HBO when I heard Amy on the baby monitor crying from the makeshift nursery.
"I guess Amy is hungry. I better go feed her. I'll be back in about twenty minutes or so. Don't pause the show. I'll catch up later," I said as I started for the nursery.
"Nonsense, bring her back her and feed her here while you watch the show," Chris instructed casually.
I looked at him quizzically. I wanted to say, 'Seriously? You want me to nurse our baby in front of your friend?' But I realized that there was no way to say that without seeming like a Puritanical prude. Breast feeding was a natural, normal, healthy activity, not a sexual one, right?
Nonetheless, I felt awkward and uncomfortable at the prospect of having Glenn watch me place my baby on my lactating breast. He was a twenty one year old college student and to him breasts were sex objects, not feeding devices.
Besides, I was keenly aware that Glenn had been looking at naked pictures of me, so there was no doubt that he would view my naked breasts as more than a delivery system for my baby's milk.
I scooped Amy up from the bassinet, but before returning to the living room with the men, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I know how silly that sounds coming from someone who claims she was uncomfortable breast feeding in front of her husband's best friend, but I actually was checking out how I looked.
The reflection revealed what I already knew. I was still an attractive woman. I was impressed with how swollen my milk engorged breasts were. My normally smallish 34B cup tits were positively huge. They strained against my pale green blouse. My breasts were much larger than the cute, smallish tits Glenn had seen in those photos.
Yes, I was a thousand or so sit ups from regaining the tight flat tummy that I had been so proud of, but I still had a very nice figure. There was no question about it. I looked damn good for a woman who gave birth less than a month ago.
I grabbed a small towel and returned to the living room, taking my seat next to Glenn. I placed the towel over my shoulder, and struggled to unbutton my blouse while holding my daughter. I was trying to maintain the appropriate level of modesty in front of Glenn.
Amy was getting increasingly anxious for her dinner as I struggled not to flash my swollen tits.
Chris chuckled, stood up and grabbed the towel off my shoulder and said, "Jill, you are being silly. Relax. Glenn has seen a woman's breasts before; haven't you Glenn?"
"I certainly have. Jill, you're not going to offend me by nursing your baby," Glenn assured me.
I could feel myself blush as I nodded silently. I thought to myself, “Yeah, you've seen women's breasts before; you've seen pictures of these!”
Amy's crying had caused my breasts to start to lactate on their own. I could feel the warm milk soaking my nursing bra, so time was of the essence.
I unbuttoned my blouse, opened my nursing bra making my left breast available to Amy, who latched right on and ate as though she was starving. I could not look at either my husband or Glenn, but I could feel their stare as they watched me feed my baby.
Chris and I had not had relations since before I gave birth. I missed our intimacy, but until now, I had been too exhausted as a first time mother to really want sex. Sitting there between these two handsome men, my desires were awakening.
When Amy finished with my left breast, I opened the other side of my nursing bra, making my right breast available to her. But I did not immediately cover up my left breast. I felt wicked and naughty, but I left my left breast exposed as Amy feasted on the right one.
Chris saw that Glenn was watching me with intense interest and said, "Glenn, what do you think about this?"
Glenn was clearly nervous saying anything at that moment. He stammered, "It’s a beautiful thing, seeing a mother nurse her child."
He was obviously going for a harmless, politically correct response as he stared at my exposed breast.
Chris called him on his bullshit, "Come on man. You are telling me that you are thinking about how beautiful it is for a mother to nurse her baby when you look at Jill's bare tit? Really?"
Glenn smiled and nodded, "Okay. I am also thinking that she is pretty damn sexy."
"I do too. Look at how big those titties are. They are absolutely huge, swollen with milk," Chris continued to talk about me as though I was not there. I felt my face, neck and chest burning crimson from being exposed and discussed like this. But I also was aware that my vagina was starting to leak.
"Chris, stop it. You are embarrassing me," I admonished as I started to cover up my exposed breast while Amy nursed on the other one.
But Chris grabbed my hand and prevented me from covering my breast.
"Jill, don't hide the 'girls' from us. We like looking at them. Don't we, Glenn?"
"Oh yeah, we sure do," Glenn responded with a level of excitement in his voice.
Amy had eaten her fill and was falling asleep, not sucking any more.
I slowly removed my breast from her mouth and stood up without waking her.
"You two morons need to settle down. Don't wake the baby. I need to put her in her crib," I admonished in a whisper. I walked to the nursery with both my breasts exposed and laid Amy in her crib on her stomach without waking her. I covered her with a blanket.
I closed the flaps of my nursing bra and buttoned my blouse before returning. There was a noticeable wet spot where my right breast had leaked and soaked through the bra.
I realized that the thrill of exposing my breast to Chris's best friend had my vagina seeping into my panties. It had been two months since I had had an orgasm, either through intercourse or masturbation. I was overdue. I was going to have my husband take me tonight. I was primed. I did not want to be rude to Glenn, but I figured he could go back to his room and jack off while looking at my naked pictures. In my scenario, everyone was happy.
"Ah, baby, why did you cover up the girls?" Chris asked rhetorically as I returned to the living room. I noticed that both Chris and Glenn were sitting on the couch expecting me to sit between them.
"Show is over boys."
"Come here, Glenn and I want to taste your milk," Chris instructed indicating I should sit between them.
His suggestion sent my head spinning. Suddenly, with that simple instruction, the game changed from me being a little bit naughty and letting my husband's friend watch me nurse my baby to something that could lead to much more. I didn't know if I was ready for this.
"Chris, I don't think that's such a good idea," I protested weakly. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris just at the thought of letting these two handsome men suck my breasts.
"Come on, Jill. Let us taste your milk. We are curious," Chris instructed.
"No, Chris ... it's too embarrassing ... too weird," I protested.
But even as I was voicing my objections, I obediently sat down between them on the couch. I sat rigidly stiff, not sure what to do. Chris reached up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I closed my eyes and said nothing. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and I leaned forward allowing my husband to remove the blouse completely.
Chris unsnapped the clasp to the nursing bra in the middle of my back and removed it. I was naked from the waist up. I remained silent. I could not look at either man in my humiliation. I didn't fully understand it, but there was something incredibly arousing in my humiliation and in being exposed like this.
Chris felt my left breast and said, "Glenn feel how hard these puppies are from carrying so much milk. It is amazing how they changed when she started breast feeding the baby."
Nervously, Glenn reached up to gently feel my right breast. It was obvious that he was concerned that I would admonish him. I didn't. I just sat there, rigidly with my eyes closed as he felt me up.
The stimulation soon had both breasts leaking again. Glenn brought some of the milk that leaked onto his fingers to his mouth to taste it. Chris leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Seeing my husband sampling my milk directly, Glenn felt emboldened to do the same. I sat there as both men drank from my swollen breasts. I caressed both of their heads and moaned with pleasure at this bizarre development. I was becoming more aroused by the second as Chris and Glenn nursed.
Without disengaging his mouth from my breast, Chris started fumbling with the clasp on my pants. I knew where this was headed. I knew I had to stop this insanity. But their heads blocked my hands from reaching down and stopping my husband. Besides, I was caught up in the lust of the moment. Chris unsnapped my pants and lowered the zipper.
Chris removed my breast from his mouth, and knelt in front of me. He grasped the legs on my pants and began to pull them off me. Initially, I raised my bottom off the couch to allow him to begin to lower my pants and panties together.
"Chris, what are you doing?" I asked nervously. But I knew precisely what his intention was.
Chris smiled up at me and responded, "Glenn and I are going to make you feel good tonight."
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a wave of anxiety as I realized that Chris intended to share me with his friend. My husband was preparing to introduce me to my first threesome without even discussing it with me!
My anxiety rapidly turned into a panic attack. With my jeans and panties around my thighs, and Chris pulling them off me, I grasped the denim material and stopped him from lowering them further.
"No, Chris, I can't do this. Not like this. I'm sorry. But I can't."
I wrestled out of his grasp and stood up. With my breasts exposed and leaking, I stood up, pulled my panties and jeans up and quickly scurried into the safety of my bedroom, without buckling my pants.
I just knew I had to flee that situation.
I went into the master bathroom, closed the door behind me, and stood in front of the mirror trying to clear my thoughts. I grabbed a hand towel to capture the spray of milk that was spewing from my breasts.
Chris shares me:
I was aroused, embarrassed, confused and very scared. I stood there for several minutes thinking about how close I had just come to being the 'cream filled center' of an inappropriate sexual tryst between my husband and his best friend.
My breathing was rapid. I could see my breast heaving in the mirror.
There was a quiet knock at the door, and Chris opened it without waiting to be invited in.
"Jill? Are you okay? What's wrong baby?"
"I got scared. I'm sorry. I can't do that," I said apologetically. What I was apologizing for? Who knows?
"Oh baby, it's okay. What are you scared of?" Chris asked with a level of concern that reassured me.
"Oh Chris, I knew where this was headed, and for a moment, I got caught up in the moment. But I'm not ready for something like that. It's too weird. I just got scared things were moving too fast," I said.
My thoughts and emotions were all over the place. I did not really know what I was trying to say.
"It's okay, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that, right?"
"I know, but I needed to hear you say it," I answered honestly.
"So what were you scared of?"
"I was scared things were moving too fast. I was scared that if I did anything with Glenn, or let him doing anything to me, you'd be mad. I was afraid that after I did it, you'd feel differently towards me, that you'd never forgive me. And I got scared thinking about how Glenn would feel about me. I was scared who he'd tell ... I got scared about a lot things and I panicked and needed to get out of there," I said as I started to cry.
Chris hugged me. The hand towel that had been catching my spewing milk was pressed between Chris and me as I quietly sobbed into his chest.
"Oh, god, Chris. I love you so much. I can't take a chance of losing you because I did something stupid like let you and Glenn take turns with me. I mean, it sounds sexy, but how will you feel tomorrow or next week, when you look at me and think, 'my wife is such a slut.' I couldn't deal with you looking at me like that."
Chris placed his fingers under my chin and raised my face to look into my eyes.
"Jill, I would never, ever, feel that way. I would never think you were a slut for doing something I talked you into. And I would never be mad at you for exploring your sexuality with me and at my encouragement."
"You say that now, but you don't know how you'd feel if we ever did something like that. And what if Glenn told people about what a little slut his friend's wife was?" I argued.
"Jill, first, I promise you, if you ever did do something like this with Glenn and me, I would think you are the sexiest woman alive. I promise you, I would not be mad. And if you did this at my encouragement, there would be nothing to ever forgive. I'd be grateful to have such a sexy wife. And I'd be proud of you. And Glenn would never tell a soul. I can promise you that."
"How can you be sure he'd never tell anyone?" I realized that by asking that question I made it sound like I was considering allowing my husband to share me.
"We could make him swear, to take a solemn oath?"
"Chris, I'm not going to go out there and ask your buddy to swear that he won't tell anyone that I let the two of you pass me back and forth between you," I responded with a level of exasperation in my voice.
"You won't have to. I will."
"Do you really want me to do this? I mean are you sure?"
"Fuck, Jill, you have no idea how much the thought of sharing you with my buddy turns me on."
I looked down and saw a huge bulge in Chris's pants. I smiled and motioning to his crotch, I said, "I think I am getting some idea that this turns you on."
I paused, shook my head and continued, "I'm not saying yes, but if I were to do anything, how far would you want me to take it? How far would you want me to go with Glenn?"
"As far as you want," Chris replied confidently.
"You'd want me to let him fuck me?"
"Absolutely."
"Are you going to make him wear a protection? A condom?" I asked.
"Jill, that's up to you. What do you want?" Chris asked.
"Well I'm not on the pill. But I am nursing. I should be safe, but that's not one hundred percent reliable. But you know I don't like the feel of condoms. I never have," I responded without really directly answering the question.
"I think you should take him bareback," Chris instructed.
"Okay, but if I get pregnant, you and I will never know for certain whether it is yours or his. Are you sure you could handle that?"
I had obviously moved past the question of whether or not I was going to allow myself to be shared tonight and was now merely clarifying the rules of engagement.
"Jill, in either case it would be our child. It's not like we are picking some guy up in a bar and letting him fuck you."
"Chris this is a big ... no ... this is a huge step. I hope you know what you are doing and you are sure you want me to do this."
"I'm sure."
I was aroused. This discussion, the thought of being in a threesome, of letting Glenn touch me, kiss me, and even fuck me, had my pussy leaking profusely.
"Chris, you know I've never been with anyone else. I’ve never slept with any other man. Are you sure you want to change that? Give that up?"
"Jill, this is different. Glenn is like my brother."
"Oh you are a wicked tempter. You know just the right things to say, don't you? Okay, go out and tell Glenn I am getting myself presentable. I will be out in fifteen minutes."
"Presentable?" Chris asked with a confused look.
"I want to wash my parts, shave and put on my makeup and something sexy for my two dates this evening. I won't be long. Go have a few drinks to settle your nerves. I could sure use one."
Chris nodded, and left me alone in the bathroom.
I filled the tub with about six inches of warm water, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and washed my private parts. I then shaved the stubble from my vulva, smooth and clean. I put on some make-up, and then went to my closet to decide what to wear.
I did not have any really sexy sleeping attire, so I improvised. I opted for my shear, beige, silk blouse that buttoned down the front with nothing underneath. The tail of the blouse came an inch below my butt cheek. Standing in front of the mirror, the shirt covered my vagina, but just barely. My nipples stood proudly under the shear silk fabric.
I left all but the bottom three buttons undone. Standing still, my breasts were covered, but it did not take much movement for me to fully expose one, or both, of my milk engorged breasts. I could feel my lubrication leaking from my vagina, coating my inner thighs. I could feel the slippery wetness as my thighs slid past each other as I walked.
I felt so sexy and naughty. I was really going to do this!
I took a deep breath and proceeded to the living room where I found that Glenn and Chris had made themselves a pitcher of margaritas. From the volume remaining in the blender, which was sitting on the bar, I assumed that they were already on their second margarita.
A huge smile broke out across both their faces as I entered the room, indicating that they approved of my attire and appearance.
"Shit Jill, you are smokin' hot," Chris said enthusiastically.
"Well, thank you, I guess. So you approve of my outfit?" I asked playfully as I spun around once, causing the tail of the blouse to fly up slightly, revealing that I was naked underneath.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah."
"So you're sure about this?" I asked one last time. "This is your last opportunity to keep your wife pure and innocent, so to speak."
Chris smiled and answered, "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."
I struck my sexiest pose and looked at Glenn with my best 'catch me, fuck me' look.
"What about you young fella? Are you sure you are ready to share your best friend's wife? Are you sure you are up for this? And are you sure you can keep a secret? I don't want you blurting something out about this when you guys are out drinking with your friends," I said in my most flirtatious tone.
"Jill, I promise, no one ever hears about this, ever."
"Okay boys, what do you plan to do to me?"
Chris got up, put on some music, dimmed the lights and said, "I think we'd each like to dance with you once."
"Oh you sly devil. You know dancing is like foreplay for me. Who's first?"
"I think Glenn should get the first dance," Chris insisted.
I nodded and extended my hand to my young lover-to-be.
I felt so wicked and naughty as I led this handsome twenty one year old to the center of my living room, wearing only a silk blouse and nothing else. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we did the 'teenager grind' dance I remembered from my high school years.
I could feel his cock pulsing as I grinded into him. I liked the fact that his cock responded so quickly to me. I whispered into his ear, "It's okay to touch me, if you want."
Very tentatively Glenn brought his hand up to my breast, and began feeling my erect nipple. I started nibbling on his ear as I humped myself into his now erect penis.
"Glenn, I like the way your penis is pulsing against me. I like it a lot."
Glenn was nervous, not sure what to do. I reached down between us, and briefly squeezed his erection, saying, "That is a nice sized package you have there, young man."
Glenn moaned appreciatively.
His hand finally made it down to cup my bare ass just as the song ended. His shyness was absolutely adorable.
I kissed him gently, but affectionately, before leading him back to the couch. I extended my hand to my husband, "Your turn, big boy."
Chris and I danced while Glenn watched. I had my arms around my husband's neck, which pulled my blouse up sufficiently so that my ass was partially exposed to Glenn's gaze. Chris kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.
As he teased my nipple, he asked, "How are you feeling, right now?"
"Excited, sexy, nervous and scared. But I want to do this for you," I replied.
"Are you just doing this for me?" Chris asked.
"No. I want this too, for me, and for Glenn. In fact, if you told me to stop now, I would, but I'd be disappointed. I want to make love to both of you tonight. This will be a night I will never forget."
I felt his erection throbbing against my abdomen. "I can feel 'little Chris' poking me. I like that."
As I danced with my husband, I became aware that Glenn was approaching me from behind.
While Chris held me tightly, Glenn knelt behind me. I felt his hand slowly edge between my legs and his fingers began slowly tracing up my inner thighs. We stopped dancing and Chris simply held me in place.
I whispered into my husband’s ear, “Honey, are you sure you want me to do this? Are you okay with what is happening?”
“Baby, I am more than okay with this,” Chris responded.
“Okay, honey. Last chance.” I hissed in his ear. “He is getting ready to finger your baby’s tight and wet little pussy.” These words seemed to stimulate Chris even more, and he kissed me deeply again.
As Glenn knelt behind me, his fingers found the wet folds of my very aroused pussy.
I felt myself instinctively spread my leg slightly, as I moaned into Chris’s mouth; and I arched my hips backwards to accept his fingers inside of me. “Baby, he’s doing it. He’s got his fingers inside of me,” I whispered in my husband’s ear.
Chris led me over to a chair and he sat down, pulling me forward, forcing me to bend over. I balanced myself on the arms of Chris’s chair, giving Glenn unrestricted access to probe my pussy from behind. I pushed back to accept now two fingers deep into my vagina. Glenn massaged the front wall of my pussy, finding my very sensitive g-spot.
I moaned for both my men to hear. “God, that feels good. Honey, he's got two fingers inside me.”
I looked into Chris’s eyes with lust and love, as I rocked back against the finger fucking I was getting from Glenn. There is something terribly erotic and sexy about being fingered by your husband's best friend while your husband holds you and watches.
I was aroused. My pussy was open and very wet.
“Give me another finger, please,” I begged Glenn.
Immediately, I was being stretched open to the limit as he began probing me with three insistent fingers. I know some women claim to enjoy ‘fisting’, but, even just a month after childbirth, these three fingers were all this little girl and her tight little pussy could handle. I was wide open and quite full. Glenn was now kneeling behind me to give him the angle to access my ‘now dilated’ pussy more readily.
"Oh baby, it feels like his has his whole fist inside me," I moaned.
Chris looked at me with admiration, lust and love as he watched my face express the pleasure I was experiencing as his friend stretched and probed me from behind. I could see from the massive tent in Chris’s pants that this whole scene aroused him.
Would he still be okay with this and still be okay with me tomorrow, after the ‘deed was done’? I was unsure, but tonight he wanted to ‘share me’, of that I was certain.
I continued to moan as my arousal built, as I braced myself on the arms of Chris’s chair, rocking back to meet Glenn's probing fingers. Chris started to unbuckle his pants, to release his cock from its confines. He was fully erect, obviously responding to Glenn fingering me and my reaction to it. But in this position, I really needed to steady myself on the arms of my husband’s chair and could not stroke Chris’s erection like I wanted. “Oh, he is stretching me so wide. He’s got three fingers in your baby’s pussy. He’s going to make me cum.”
Glenn found my g-spot, and it was only a matter of moments before I had my first orgasm of the night.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming. Push deeper, please, deeper.” And Glenn pushed as deep as he could reach and I convulsed as several large waves of pleasure over took me. His knuckles were pressed against my clit.
“Okay, you need to stop. I am done. You have to let me come down.” I whimpered, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that were rocking me so violently. But my young lover, who seemed drunk with power and lust, did no such thing.
I do not know exactly when he removed one finger, but I realized he only had two fingers inside me now, but they were pushing deeper than before, and he was massaging the front wall of my pussy, my g-spot, with a deep circular motion. Glenn sensed that he could get me off again, and he was going for a double.
I looked at Chris, realizing that Glenn was in complete control at this moment, and simply cried, “Baby, he is going to make me cum again. I can’t stop it. He’s going to get me again. He's finger fucking your little wife.”
I dropped to my knees without losing Glenn’s fingers from my deep inside me. I pushed my ass high in the air, kneeling in front of Chris. I took my husband’s stiff cock into my mouth.
And, then it came over me a second time as I shuttered with a series of convulsions as waves of pleasure shook me to my core. I was experiencing my first multiple orgasm ever.
As this second round of convulsions shook my tiny frame, I thought I might pass out. It was simply too much, too intense. I removed Chris’s cock from my mouth long enough to beg, "Please, you have to let me stop. I can’t take any more.”
I pulled forward, trying to break free from Glenn’s hand; but he grabbed me with his free hand, wrapping his arm around my waist, holding me in place as he continued the assault on my pussy.
I felt a third orgasm start to build, or was it merely a continuation of the second?
Regardless, another wave of pleasure rocked me violently and I felt Chris's penis erupt into my mouth. Chris shot string upon string of semen into my mouth as I moaned in orgasmic bliss around his pulsing cock. I usually would not let my husband, or anyone else, cum in my mouth, but I was too far gone, too carried away to pull away from his erupting shaft.
Struggling to swallow the large load of slightly bitter semen Chris had just ejaculated in my mouth, I fell forward on to Chris, his penis still pulsing against my neck and cheek. Falling forward onto Chris, I freed myself from Glenn’s fingers.
I continued to shutter with the aftershocks of the three powerful orgasms I had just experienced. I was totally spent, and tried to talk, but I was mostly incoherent at the moment.
“Shit, that was intense,” Was all I could utter, the taste of Chris’s semen still fresh in my mouth.
I became aware of Chris’s erection throbbing against my cheek as I tried to recover. And it dawned on me, the night was far from over, Glenn had not yet cum. My first multiple orgasm was just foreplay!
Glenn began to undress saying, “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
I looked at him as the removed his pants and underwear in one move, allowing a large, erect, circumcised penis to spring free. He pulled his shirt over his head and, except for his socks, was standing naked in front of me.
Without answering directly, I stood up and walked over to Glenn, reached up with my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He reached under my arms and pulled me up, off the ground, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso.
In this position, the head of his cock was wedged between our bodies and was pulsing against my clitoris. The pulsing was very distinct, very pleasurable, and reminded me that I was going to get fucked by two men tonight. I realized gatherings with my husband's friends would be very interesting in the years to come after tonight. I felt incredibly wicked, and sexy at this thought.
Glenn carried me over to the queen sized bed in my bedroom, with my legs still wrapped around him, and set me down.
I looked over Glenn's shoulder, as he carried me into the bedroom, and saw Chris was following and he was now naked as well.
“I have never cum more than once before. That was amazing. I did not know I could do that,” I cooed with genuine gratitude. “Thank you, that was wonderful.”
Then glancing at Chris, I said, “Baby, thank you for making me do that. God, that was intense.”
Glenn laid me on my back and climbed between my legs.
His erection waved proudly in front of him as he climbed into position to enter me. He was about to be only the second man whose penis had penetrated me.
I was still concerned that when all was said and done here tonight, Chris's and my relationship could be irreparably harmed, but that train had left the station. I would have to deal with the aftermath tomorrow. Right now a gorgeous twenty one year old, with a raging boner needed a place to put it. And I had the perfect place.
Slowly, he started to position his hips so that his head of his erect penis was searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against me, searching anxiously for its home. I felt his penis pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina.
I was beyond any reason at that moment, totally consumed by lust. I wanted him to take me, to impale me with his large boner, to fuck me deeply and totally. I wanted Glenn to cum inside me.
Glenn inched the head of his penis inside me a bit.
I looked up at my husband and gave him an update, "Oh baby, he's starting to go inside me now. He's inside your wife's pussy. God, he feels thicker than you. Oh fuck, I am such a little whore, letting your friend fuck me. Your wife is becoming such a little slut tonight. Oh god, I love you."
Glenn inched his erection into me deeper. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness.
He began stroking in and out of me, slowly prying me open as he pressed further into my wet and dilated pussy with each stroke. I moaned with each penetrating thrust.
"Oh fuck, Chris ... I'm so full ... god, he feels good!"
After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him full and unrestrained access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my tight vagina.
He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I had all of him inside me. I was very, very full; filled more deeply and stretched wider than I had ever been before and I was very aroused.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw Chris, stroking his erection as he watched his friend fucking his nasty wife.
"Come sit on the bed, baby," I instructed. I wanted my husband close to me while I got fucked.
Chris sat on the bed, near my head. But pinned under Glenn the way I was, I could not really touch or stroke my husband as I would have liked. I could only watch him slowly stroking his very erect penis.
Glenn raised my legs over his shoulders. In this position he had me totally exposed and totally vulnerable. With each deep thrust into me, the head of his penis was striking my g-spot, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. "Oh baby, he's going to make me cum again .. fuck me ... harder ... faster ... oh Glenn, fuck me," I urged him on with passionate abandon.
With my feet high over his shoulders, Glenn gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. With every pounding thrust, he moved me closer to yet another climax.
As my arousal grew, my breasts started spewing milk again. Chris lowered his head to my lactating breast and took my leaking nipple into his mouth while Glenn pounded my pussy with his large erection. It was surreal.
Each pounding thrust raised my ass off the bed further. I caressed my husband's head at my breast as I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of Glenn's pounding. I loved the feeling of Glenn's large testicles as they slapped against my up turned ass with each punishing stroke of his cock.
Then my orgasm crashed over me. "Oh my god, Glenn. I am cumming ... Oh shit ... Oh god ... Glenn, fuck me ... don't stop. Oh fuck ... fuck me harder ... fuck me..."
I was literally screaming. I came and I came again. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my core. I have never cum harder. And no orgasm has been more fulfilling.
My orgasm, coupled with my upward movements to meet each of his thrusts and my incoherent moans pushed Glenn over the edge as well. With one final and violent thrust he buried himself deep in my vagina and released his seed inside my womb.
I lay there panting, relishing the afterglow of my orgasm, as I felt Glenn's large penis pulsing deep inside me as he spurted, time and time again, emptying his sperm into my vagina.
Glenn's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes and ropes of his cum. As I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air, my husband at my breast, I wanted every precious drop of Glenn's seed inside me. I clenched and released my vagina, milking his cock.
"Oh god, Chris ... he's pumping your wife's pussy full of his sperm ... oh god, Glenn, you made me cum so hard ..." I babbled incoherently.
I lay there coupled with Glenn for several moments, until Chris released his latch on my breast and interrupted my post-orgasmic bliss by saying, “Jill, I have something to give you too.”
I smiled “I think I have just the place for it. Come here and see if it still fits. You are getting sloppy seconds tonight. Glenn, thank you. That was wonderful. But I think my husband wants to add his seed to yours now.”
Glenn nodded that he understood, and slowly withdrew. I felt my vagina spasm as he exited me, leaving me empty and wanting. I could feel Glenn’s sperm starting to leak out of me, oozing down the crack of my ass.
Chris lay on his back next to me and pulled me over on top of him. I straddled his torso as I positioned myself over the head of his very hard erection. A large dollop of semen spilled from my vagina, onto my husband's abdomen.
I giggled, "I guess that's the price you pay when you let your buddy fuck your wife first, huh?" I turned to Glenn and asked, "Glenn would you be a dear and get me a warm wash cloth so I can clean this mess off Chris's stomach?"
While Glenn fetched the wash rag, I lowered myself onto my husband's erection. Chris's cock slid right in, lubricated by the semen left behind by Glenn. I was open and dilated, and really could barely feel Chris cock as it entered me.
Glenn returned with the wash cloth and I wiped the sperm from Chris's stomach. I tossed the cloth on the nightstand and began fucking my husband, cowgirl style. Chris humped up to meet my downward thrusts. I could sense he wasn't going to last long.
After a minute or two, I hissed, "Can you feel his cum in me? Can you feel how open I am from fucking your friend? He was big, baby, very big. Are you going to make me fuck all your friends, or just Glenn?”
That was all it took, Chris moaned, stiffened, arched his hips upward and erupted in me, mixing his seed with Glenn’s.
I collapsed on top of him, panting, trying to take in the surreal nature of my first threesome and my first multiple orgasm. I had experienced two different men’s cocks inside me, and now I had both their semen swimming inside of me. I felt deliciously wicked and sexy.
Chris, invited Glenn to spend the night with us, and the three of us shared our queen sized bed, with me in the middle between my two lovers. I fell asleep with my head on Chris's chest, with Glenn's hand on my breast.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the baby monitor. Amy wanted her mid-night feeding. I climbed out of the bed, as quietly as I could. I grabbed my robe and went to retrieve my daughter. As I left the two men snoring in my bed, I shook my head. I still had trouble believing what I had done last night.
I had only taken a few steps when a large dollop of semen drained from my vagina and started running down my inner thighs. I caught the sticky, gelatinous mess with my right hand and quickly scurried to the bathroom. I grabbed a tissue to wipe the mixture of Chris's and Glenn's sperm that was oozing out of me and trickling down my legs. I needed no further reminder that I had been a very naughty girl last night.
After wiping the excess from my legs and vulva, I grabbed a pair of panties and donned them to capture any additional semen that would seep from me over the next hours before I could take a bath.
I was till in a state of disbelief. Less than twenty four hours ago, I had only had sexual relations with one man, the man to whom I was married. Now I had the sperm of two men oozing from my vagina. This was more than just out of character for me; it was unbelievable.
I hurried to the nursery to rescue my hungry daughter from her crib.
I was sitting in my recliner, my robe open, my daughter latched to my breast, when Glenn walked into the living room, still naked. His muscular chest and broad shoulders tapered to a firm narrow abdomen. His semi-erect penis swayed proudly in front of him as he entered the room. Damn, he was a sexy sight.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't really know. Embarrassed. Very well satisfied, but definitely embarrassed. I don't know what got into me last night," I said candidly.
Glenn laughed loudly, "I'm pretty sure I know 'what got into you'!"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it! I never imagined I could, or would, do something like that. That was not like me at all," I continued in a pensive tone.
"Do you regret it?" Glenn asked with some concern.
"I'm not sure. I do on some level, but I will admit, I enjoyed it... a lot. Glenn, no one has ever made me climax like that. In fact, you and Chris are the only two men who have ever made me cum. And I have never climaxed more than once with Chris."
Glenn's face beamed with pride at my high praise.
I paused a moment and continued, "I am concerned about what this all means though, for the future, you know...I'm concerned with how Chris will feel about me now...and what you think of me now...my head is swirling right now with all kinds of thoughts. I'm a bit of a mess. How about you?"
Glenn stared away from me, and thought before he spoke. "I am really glad we did what we did, but I'm a little scared myself."
I got a puzzled look on my face. "What are you scared of?"
"I'm scared this might be a one time deal. That you and Chris might not want to ever let me do this again."
"Would that be so terrible?" I asked.
"It would be to me ... I think I am falling in love with you."
"Oh dear, I don't quite know what to say."
His penis had grown erect while we talked.
Glenn looked at me, his penis straining towards the ceiling now. With the cutest 'puppy dog' expression on his face, he said, "Please tell me that we can be together again?"
"Glenn, I'll have to discuss that with Chris. I'm not going to do anything behind his back, ever. But if he says it's okay, I'd like to be with you again."
Amy had finished her second breast and was now asleep in my arms.
I pulled her from my breast and handed her to Glenn. "Here, put Amy in her crib. Lay her on her stomach and cover her with her blanket. Then come back here and I'll take care of that marvelous erection you have there. We'll talk about the future with Chris tomorrow."
Coming soon: Chapter two - The aftermath of my first threesome
First, a little about me. I am twenty three, and married to my high school sweetheart.
I am five foot, nine inches tall, with a slender athletic frame. My hair is blond and I frequently wear it in a ponytail, giving me a youthful, innocent look, even when naked.
Normally, my breasts are small, but firm and perky with large prominent nipples. However, at the time of these events, my breasts were much larger as they were temporarily engorged with milk for my baby.
I also have a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I have a sweet, innocent, ‘wholesome’ look about me. Yes, objectively speaking, I am quite pretty.
Chris and I started dating during my junior year in high school. I lost my virginity to Chris during my senior year in high school on Christmas Eve, in December, 2011. I was a few months short of my eighteenth birthday. Chris was home from Penn State for the holidays.
Upon graduating from high school, I followed Chris to Penn State where we dated exclusively until we got married at the end of my sophomore year of college. The wedding was held in the chapel on campus in State College Pennsylvania.
When Chris graduated in May, 2014 and took a very good paying job as an engineer in Denver, our first desire was to find a starter home, something with a bit more space. We were fortunate to find a lovely three bedroom home in Aurora, a suburb of southeast of Denver. The low mortgage rates available in 2014 meant that we could afford a slightly nicer and larger home than either Chris or I was expecting.
We loved the extra space and the privacy it afforded us. I particularly liked the nicely landscaped backyard with the six foot wood fence that allowed me to sunbath topless on occasion. I typically got home from work before Chris, and weather permitting, I enjoyed 'catching a few rays' while waiting for him.
Chris loved seeing my smallish breasts with their perpetually erect nipples turn brown as berries from the sun, reminding him that I had been outside topless while he was still at work. It was slightly naughty, but completely harmless fun.
We had planned to wait a few years before having children; but as we all know, not everything goes as planned. To put it bluntly, about a year ago, the condom broke and I got pregnant.
The timing was not perfect, but both we were both thrilled with the prospect of being parents. Our beautiful daughter arrived healthy and perfect in every way in May, 2015, roughly ten months ago.
We set up a nursery in one of the unused bedrooms and I quit my job as a financial analyst to become a stay at home mom. Life was good.
Three weeks after we brought Amy home from the hospital, Chris got a call from one of his college roommates, Glenn. Glenn had finished his junior year in petroleum engineering at Penn State and was offered a summer internship with a small, independent energy company located in Denver.
Although the company would pay Glenn a small living allowance for the summer, Chris suggested that Glenn pocket the money and live with us, free of charge.
To be clear, I liked Glenn. He was charming, witty, intelligent and quite 'easy on the eyes', if you know what I mean. But I was not looking forward to losing the privacy that both Chris and I valued so much. Nonetheless, I certainly understood the logic of having Glenn stay with us for the summer so he could save the living allowance he was granted. And the inconvenience was only for the summer. I would survive the minor intrusion into our lives.
Glenn arrived the week before Memorial Day. He had driven over from Pennsylvania in his rather rough looking Honda Civic. Chris and I set him up in the guest bedroom, which also happened to serve as our mini-office with a desk Chris and I shared.
Glenn's room also contained a recumbent exercise bike and a weight bench with an assortment of dumbbells that I used regularly. This assortment of exercise equipment was going to be critical to me returning my figure to 'pre-pregnancy condition' as quickly as possible.
I realize it is a bit vain of me, but I truly took considerable pride in maintaining my figure. I had been a cheerleader and a gymnast in high school, and I enjoyed getting appreciative looks from men, old and young alike. I loved it when they stared admiringly at my perky breasts with my erect nipples, my long shapely legs and my cute 'bubble butt'.
Yes, I knew I was cute, and I liked the attention my looks garnered.
Prior to getting pregnant and giving birth, I had a sleek, athletic build. Now a month after giving birth, my five foot, nine inch frame was still carrying precisely nine pounds more than my ideal target weight of 117 pounds. This was nine pounds that I was determined to shed quickly.
At the time of this story, it had been almost a month since I had my first child and I was in the process of breastfeeding. My breasts were swollen with milk and I had still had not lost that final trace of a 'mommy tummy'.
My husband regularly assured me that I still looked great, but until I lost these last nine pounds, I was uncomfortable being naked in front of him. Silly, I know. But I was determined to get my pre-pregnancy figure back.
Glenn Arrives:
At dinner on the day of his arrival, Glenn thanked us.
"I really appreciate you guys letting me stay here this summer,” Glenn told us. “You have no idea how much the extra money from the living allowance is going to mean to me next year. I might even be able to afford an occasional pizza and pitcher of beer thanks to you guys. I promise I will try not to be a pain."
He had a cute, boyish way about him that made it impossible for me to ever be angry at him.
I smiled and replied, "We are glad to have you this summer. But I will impose on you occasionally. I intend to tighten this tummy and get rid of the ten or so pounds of baby fat I took on while pregnant. All my workout stuff is in the room you are staying in. I'll try to exercise while you are working so that I do not disturb you. But occasionally, I may need to be in the room while you are home."
Glenn nodded, indicating that he understood, but added, "Well Jill, you look great to me. You look as good as you did when you were in school."
"I know you are a bull shit artist, but I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless." I turned to Chris and said, "I see that your buddy is a shameless flirt. It's working. "
Glenn was a handsome and charming twenty one year old. Chris and Glenn actually looked alike. Both were about six foot, two inches in height, very nice builds with broad shoulders and well defined chests. Each had a warm smile and strong jaw that gave them each a handsome, warm and genuine look. I found them both attractive and good company.
Everything seemed to be going fine the first week that Glenn was there. One day, about a week after Glenn arrived, I was riding the lifecycle in Glenn's bedroom while he was at work. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon. I finished my workout and was wiping he sweat from my face when I noticed that the bottom left desk drawer was slightly ajar.
I felt my pulse quicken as a bit of a panic attack overtook me. While we were in college, I allowed Chris to take a series of naked pictures of me. Chris kept those photos in an album in that bottom left hand drawer.
I had not thought about those pictures in years. The album had been buried under some financial papers and tax returns we kept.
Nervously, I opened the drawer and saw that the album was resting on top. I was certain that Glenn had stumbled upon the album and had been looking at naked pictures of me. I opened the album to remind myself exactly how explicit the photos were.
The photos had been taken over a period of more than a year. None were explicitly pornographic, but there was a considerable amount of full frontal nudity. There were photos of me sunbathing naked on a private stretch of beach; there were pictures of me posing on a bed in the little efficiency apartment Chris and I shared in college; there were pictures of me shaving my vulva; and pictures of me playfully flashing my breasts in a parking lot late one night when no one was around. There was even one picture of me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest Chris entered me in when we vacationed in Daytona Beach one summer.
I suddenly felt a knot in the pit of my stomach knowing that Chris's best friend had been looking at these photos which we had carelessly forgotten were in the desk.
What did he think when he found them? What did he think of his buddy's wife now?
I opened the photo album once again, and stared at the pictures. While they photos fell short of being professional quality, Chris had done a good job of capturing my beauty. I looked good, damn good, in some of the shots.
All of the photos featured my vulva shaven, again giving me a youthful, innocent appearance.
My large green eyes, full lips and wide smile, portrayed a cute, sassy young woman who had been caught naked. I like the way the photos showed both the cute, innocence of my youth as well as my deep sensuality. Chris captured a wonderful balance between the two.
One of my favorites was a shot of me sitting on the bed naked, putting on my knee socks, my hair in 'dog ears'. I looked like a young Reese Witherspoon in that shot.
I closed the album and thought about what I should do.
Should I confront him and ask him if he had been looking at my pictures? No, that would be too embarrassing and would accomplish nothing. And confronting him would require that I actually admit that we accidentally left these photos in the desk?
Should I remove the photo album from his room? Surely, he would know he had been caught if I did. What purpose would that serve, other than to make him feel uncomfortable and awkward around me? But leaving the photo album here for Glenn to peruse any time he felt the urge did not feel right either. I was torn.
I decided to leave the album here in the desk, and consult with Chris tonight. I would let Chris decide whether or not we confront Glenn, or whether we should remove the album without saying anything to him.
We dined and watched television together in the evening without incident. Glenn did not act any differently. And I tried hard not to behave awkwardly around Glenn either.
I was not mad at Glenn for looking at the pictures; in fact, I was a bit flattered. And as I said, the pictures were sufficiently tasteful, and made me look attractive enough, that on some level, I was just a little bit happy that he found them. I just hoped he didn’t think I left the album in his room on purpose for him to find.
It was nine thirty when I finally got Amy fed, changed and settled in her crib for the evening. Glenn had retired to his room, probably to look at my pictures again. I wondered, did he masturbate while looking at them? That was simply too weird to think about. But the thought did appeal to me a bit and I convinced myself that if he did, it was harmless enough.
"Chris, I need to tell you something," I said to my husband as I sat next to him.
Chris looked at me, concerned, as he silenced the television using the remote. "And what would that be?"
"I think Glenn may have found that album you stored in the desk in his room; the one with the pictures you took of me when we were at Penn State."
Chris surprised me when a huge smile came across his face. "Why do you think that?" he asked.
"I was using the lifecycle in his room this afternoon and I noticed that the bottom drawer was left open about an inch. When I looked inside it, the album was on top. I know that the album had been under a bunch of papers ... you know, tax returns and financial reports and such."
"Well, that horny little fucker. He got caught looking at naked pictures of his buddy's wife. Where are the pictures now?" Chris asked with considerable amusement.
"I left it in his room, where I found it. I wasn't sure if we wanted to let him know that he'd been caught," I admitted.
"So he's probably back there right now, looking at naked pictures of you and spanking his monkey."
"Chris, don't be crude," I chastised.
"So how do you feel about Glenn seeing those pictures?"
"I'm embarrassed, no question about it. But I'm not mad. I looked at the pictures again, and they're not that bad. None are too explicit, although there are a lot of frontal shots."
"And you do look smokin' hot in those shots ... I mean smokin', baby," Chris teased.
I could feel myself blush at the compliment.
"Okay, I admit that some of the shots do make me look pretty good. When I'm old and fat, I'll be able to prove that I looked pretty good when I was in college."
"Baby, the camera only records what it sees. You really do look that good. You still do."
"Well, thank you. But I need to drop nine or ten pounds of baby fat from my pregnancy. I am already working on that."
"Jill, I think you look great the way you are. If you are going to lose ten pounds, you need to know that you are doing it for you, not for me. I think you look great," Chris said with complete sincerity.
"Well thank you again. Are you going to say anything to Glenn about looking in the album?"
Chris thought for several seconds before answering, "I don't think I will."
"Do you want me to remove the album tomorrow while he is at work?" I asked.
"I don't think so. He's already seen it. What harm does it cause if we let him continue to look at your pictures? I kind of like the thought of my best friend jacking off to pictures of my wife anyhow."
I nodded, and thought silently that Chris was right; what harm was there?
I nurse my baby:
The next evening, Friday night, Chris, Glenn and I retired to the living room to watch some television after dinner. Amy was sleeping soundly in her crib in the next room. I was sitting next to Glenn on the couch. Chris was in his recliner.
Since it was Friday night, the guys did not have to work tomorrow morning. They were enjoying several beers as they relaxed following a long work week. Since I was nursing my baby, I could not drink. I did crave a glass of wine, but I was being a responsible parent.
We were watching an episode of Game of Thrones on HBO when I heard Amy on the baby monitor crying from the makeshift nursery.
"I guess Amy is hungry. I better go feed her. I'll be back in about twenty minutes or so. Don't pause the show. I'll catch up later," I said as I started for the nursery.
"Nonsense, bring her back her and feed her here while you watch the show," Chris instructed casually.
I looked at him quizzically. I wanted to say, 'Seriously? You want me to nurse our baby in front of your friend?' But I realized that there was no way to say that without seeming like a Puritanical prude. Breast feeding was a natural, normal, healthy activity, not a sexual one, right?
Nonetheless, I felt awkward and uncomfortable at the prospect of having Glenn watch me place my baby on my lactating breast. He was a twenty one year old college student and to him breasts were sex objects, not feeding devices.
Besides, I was keenly aware that Glenn had been looking at naked pictures of me, so there was no doubt that he would view my naked breasts as more than a delivery system for my baby's milk.
I scooped Amy up from the bassinet, but before returning to the living room with the men, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I know how silly that sounds coming from someone who claims she was uncomfortable breast feeding in front of her husband's best friend, but I actually was checking out how I looked.
The reflection revealed what I already knew. I was still an attractive woman. I was impressed with how swollen my milk engorged breasts were. My normally smallish 34B cup tits were positively huge. They strained against my pale green blouse. My breasts were much larger than the cute, smallish tits Glenn had seen in those photos.
Yes, I was a thousand or so sit ups from regaining the tight flat tummy that I had been so proud of, but I still had a very nice figure. There was no question about it. I looked damn good for a woman who gave birth less than a month ago.
I grabbed a small towel and returned to the living room, taking my seat next to Glenn. I placed the towel over my shoulder, and struggled to unbutton my blouse while holding my daughter. I was trying to maintain the appropriate level of modesty in front of Glenn.
Amy was getting increasingly anxious for her dinner as I struggled not to flash my swollen tits.
Chris chuckled, stood up and grabbed the towel off my shoulder and said, "Jill, you are being silly. Relax. Glenn has seen a woman's breasts before; haven't you Glenn?"
"I certainly have. Jill, you're not going to offend me by nursing your baby," Glenn assured me.
I could feel myself blush as I nodded silently. I thought to myself, “Yeah, you've seen women's breasts before; you've seen pictures of these!”
Amy's crying had caused my breasts to start to lactate on their own. I could feel the warm milk soaking my nursing bra, so time was of the essence.
I unbuttoned my blouse, opened my nursing bra making my left breast available to Amy, who latched right on and ate as though she was starving. I could not look at either my husband or Glenn, but I could feel their stare as they watched me feed my baby.
Chris and I had not had relations since before I gave birth. I missed our intimacy, but until now, I had been too exhausted as a first time mother to really want sex. Sitting there between these two handsome men, my desires were awakening.
When Amy finished with my left breast, I opened the other side of my nursing bra, making my right breast available to her. But I did not immediately cover up my left breast. I felt wicked and naughty, but I left my left breast exposed as Amy feasted on the right one.
Chris saw that Glenn was watching me with intense interest and said, "Glenn, what do you think about this?"
Glenn was clearly nervous saying anything at that moment. He stammered, "It’s a beautiful thing, seeing a mother nurse her child."
He was obviously going for a harmless, politically correct response as he stared at my exposed breast.
Chris called him on his bullshit, "Come on man. You are telling me that you are thinking about how beautiful it is for a mother to nurse her baby when you look at Jill's bare tit? Really?"
Glenn smiled and nodded, "Okay. I am also thinking that she is pretty damn sexy."
"I do too. Look at how big those titties are. They are absolutely huge, swollen with milk," Chris continued to talk about me as though I was not there. I felt my face, neck and chest burning crimson from being exposed and discussed like this. But I also was aware that my vagina was starting to leak.
"Chris, stop it. You are embarrassing me," I admonished as I started to cover up my exposed breast while Amy nursed on the other one.
But Chris grabbed my hand and prevented me from covering my breast.
"Jill, don't hide the 'girls' from us. We like looking at them. Don't we, Glenn?"
"Oh yeah, we sure do," Glenn responded with a level of excitement in his voice.
Amy had eaten her fill and was falling asleep, not sucking any more.
I slowly removed my breast from her mouth and stood up without waking her.
"You two morons need to settle down. Don't wake the baby. I need to put her in her crib," I admonished in a whisper. I walked to the nursery with both my breasts exposed and laid Amy in her crib on her stomach without waking her. I covered her with a blanket.
I closed the flaps of my nursing bra and buttoned my blouse before returning. There was a noticeable wet spot where my right breast had leaked and soaked through the bra.
I realized that the thrill of exposing my breast to Chris's best friend had my vagina seeping into my panties. It had been two months since I had had an orgasm, either through intercourse or masturbation. I was overdue. I was going to have my husband take me tonight. I was primed. I did not want to be rude to Glenn, but I figured he could go back to his room and jack off while looking at my naked pictures. In my scenario, everyone was happy.
"Ah, baby, why did you cover up the girls?" Chris asked rhetorically as I returned to the living room. I noticed that both Chris and Glenn were sitting on the couch expecting me to sit between them.
"Show is over boys."
"Come here, Glenn and I want to taste your milk," Chris instructed indicating I should sit between them.
His suggestion sent my head spinning. Suddenly, with that simple instruction, the game changed from me being a little bit naughty and letting my husband's friend watch me nurse my baby to something that could lead to much more. I didn't know if I was ready for this.
"Chris, I don't think that's such a good idea," I protested weakly. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris just at the thought of letting these two handsome men suck my breasts.
"Come on, Jill. Let us taste your milk. We are curious," Chris instructed.
"No, Chris ... it's too embarrassing ... too weird," I protested.
But even as I was voicing my objections, I obediently sat down between them on the couch. I sat rigidly stiff, not sure what to do. Chris reached up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I closed my eyes and said nothing. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and I leaned forward allowing my husband to remove the blouse completely.
Chris unsnapped the clasp to the nursing bra in the middle of my back and removed it. I was naked from the waist up. I remained silent. I could not look at either man in my humiliation. I didn't fully understand it, but there was something incredibly arousing in my humiliation and in being exposed like this.
Chris felt my left breast and said, "Glenn feel how hard these puppies are from carrying so much milk. It is amazing how they changed when she started breast feeding the baby."
Nervously, Glenn reached up to gently feel my right breast. It was obvious that he was concerned that I would admonish him. I didn't. I just sat there, rigidly with my eyes closed as he felt me up.
The stimulation soon had both breasts leaking again. Glenn brought some of the milk that leaked onto his fingers to his mouth to taste it. Chris leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Seeing my husband sampling my milk directly, Glenn felt emboldened to do the same. I sat there as both men drank from my swollen breasts. I caressed both of their heads and moaned with pleasure at this bizarre development. I was becoming more aroused by the second as Chris and Glenn nursed.
Without disengaging his mouth from my breast, Chris started fumbling with the clasp on my pants. I knew where this was headed. I knew I had to stop this insanity. But their heads blocked my hands from reaching down and stopping my husband. Besides, I was caught up in the lust of the moment. Chris unsnapped my pants and lowered the zipper.
Chris removed my breast from his mouth, and knelt in front of me. He grasped the legs on my pants and began to pull them off me. Initially, I raised my bottom off the couch to allow him to begin to lower my pants and panties together.
"Chris, what are you doing?" I asked nervously. But I knew precisely what his intention was.
Chris smiled up at me and responded, "Glenn and I are going to make you feel good tonight."
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a wave of anxiety as I realized that Chris intended to share me with his friend. My husband was preparing to introduce me to my first threesome without even discussing it with me!
My anxiety rapidly turned into a panic attack. With my jeans and panties around my thighs, and Chris pulling them off me, I grasped the denim material and stopped him from lowering them further.
"No, Chris, I can't do this. Not like this. I'm sorry. But I can't."
I wrestled out of his grasp and stood up. With my breasts exposed and leaking, I stood up, pulled my panties and jeans up and quickly scurried into the safety of my bedroom, without buckling my pants.
I just knew I had to flee that situation.
I went into the master bathroom, closed the door behind me, and stood in front of the mirror trying to clear my thoughts. I grabbed a hand towel to capture the spray of milk that was spewing from my breasts.
Chris shares me:
I was aroused, embarrassed, confused and very scared. I stood there for several minutes thinking about how close I had just come to being the 'cream filled center' of an inappropriate sexual tryst between my husband and his best friend.
My breathing was rapid. I could see my breast heaving in the mirror.
There was a quiet knock at the door, and Chris opened it without waiting to be invited in.
"Jill? Are you okay? What's wrong baby?"
"I got scared. I'm sorry. I can't do that," I said apologetically. What I was apologizing for? Who knows?
"Oh baby, it's okay. What are you scared of?" Chris asked with a level of concern that reassured me.
"Oh Chris, I knew where this was headed, and for a moment, I got caught up in the moment. But I'm not ready for something like that. It's too weird. I just got scared things were moving too fast," I said.
My thoughts and emotions were all over the place. I did not really know what I was trying to say.
"It's okay, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that, right?"
"I know, but I needed to hear you say it," I answered honestly.
"So what were you scared of?"
"I was scared things were moving too fast. I was scared that if I did anything with Glenn, or let him doing anything to me, you'd be mad. I was afraid that after I did it, you'd feel differently towards me, that you'd never forgive me. And I got scared thinking about how Glenn would feel about me. I was scared who he'd tell ... I got scared about a lot things and I panicked and needed to get out of there," I said as I started to cry.
Chris hugged me. The hand towel that had been catching my spewing milk was pressed between Chris and me as I quietly sobbed into his chest.
"Oh, god, Chris. I love you so much. I can't take a chance of losing you because I did something stupid like let you and Glenn take turns with me. I mean, it sounds sexy, but how will you feel tomorrow or next week, when you look at me and think, 'my wife is such a slut.' I couldn't deal with you looking at me like that."
Chris placed his fingers under my chin and raised my face to look into my eyes.
"Jill, I would never, ever, feel that way. I would never think you were a slut for doing something I talked you into. And I would never be mad at you for exploring your sexuality with me and at my encouragement."
"You say that now, but you don't know how you'd feel if we ever did something like that. And what if Glenn told people about what a little slut his friend's wife was?" I argued.
"Jill, first, I promise you, if you ever did do something like this with Glenn and me, I would think you are the sexiest woman alive. I promise you, I would not be mad. And if you did this at my encouragement, there would be nothing to ever forgive. I'd be grateful to have such a sexy wife. And I'd be proud of you. And Glenn would never tell a soul. I can promise you that."
"How can you be sure he'd never tell anyone?" I realized that by asking that question I made it sound like I was considering allowing my husband to share me.
"We could make him swear, to take a solemn oath?"
"Chris, I'm not going to go out there and ask your buddy to swear that he won't tell anyone that I let the two of you pass me back and forth between you," I responded with a level of exasperation in my voice.
"You won't have to. I will."
"Do you really want me to do this? I mean are you sure?"
"Fuck, Jill, you have no idea how much the thought of sharing you with my buddy turns me on."
I looked down and saw a huge bulge in Chris's pants. I smiled and motioning to his crotch, I said, "I think I am getting some idea that this turns you on."
I paused, shook my head and continued, "I'm not saying yes, but if I were to do anything, how far would you want me to take it? How far would you want me to go with Glenn?"
"As far as you want," Chris replied confidently.
"You'd want me to let him fuck me?"
"Absolutely."
"Are you going to make him wear a protection? A condom?" I asked.
"Jill, that's up to you. What do you want?" Chris asked.
"Well I'm not on the pill. But I am nursing. I should be safe, but that's not one hundred percent reliable. But you know I don't like the feel of condoms. I never have," I responded without really directly answering the question.
"I think you should take him bareback," Chris instructed.
"Okay, but if I get pregnant, you and I will never know for certain whether it is yours or his. Are you sure you could handle that?"
I had obviously moved past the question of whether or not I was going to allow myself to be shared tonight and was now merely clarifying the rules of engagement.
"Jill, in either case it would be our child. It's not like we are picking some guy up in a bar and letting him fuck you."
"Chris this is a big ... no ... this is a huge step. I hope you know what you are doing and you are sure you want me to do this."
"I'm sure."
I was aroused. This discussion, the thought of being in a threesome, of letting Glenn touch me, kiss me, and even fuck me, had my pussy leaking profusely.
"Chris, you know I've never been with anyone else. I’ve never slept with any other man. Are you sure you want to change that? Give that up?"
"Jill, this is different. Glenn is like my brother."
"Oh you are a wicked tempter. You know just the right things to say, don't you? Okay, go out and tell Glenn I am getting myself presentable. I will be out in fifteen minutes."
"Presentable?" Chris asked with a confused look.
"I want to wash my parts, shave and put on my makeup and something sexy for my two dates this evening. I won't be long. Go have a few drinks to settle your nerves. I could sure use one."
Chris nodded, and left me alone in the bathroom.
I filled the tub with about six inches of warm water, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and washed my private parts. I then shaved the stubble from my vulva, smooth and clean. I put on some make-up, and then went to my closet to decide what to wear.
I did not have any really sexy sleeping attire, so I improvised. I opted for my shear, beige, silk blouse that buttoned down the front with nothing underneath. The tail of the blouse came an inch below my butt cheek. Standing in front of the mirror, the shirt covered my vagina, but just barely. My nipples stood proudly under the shear silk fabric.
I left all but the bottom three buttons undone. Standing still, my breasts were covered, but it did not take much movement for me to fully expose one, or both, of my milk engorged breasts. I could feel my lubrication leaking from my vagina, coating my inner thighs. I could feel the slippery wetness as my thighs slid past each other as I walked.
I felt so sexy and naughty. I was really going to do this!
I took a deep breath and proceeded to the living room where I found that Glenn and Chris had made themselves a pitcher of margaritas. From the volume remaining in the blender, which was sitting on the bar, I assumed that they were already on their second margarita.
A huge smile broke out across both their faces as I entered the room, indicating that they approved of my attire and appearance.
"Shit Jill, you are smokin' hot," Chris said enthusiastically.
"Well, thank you, I guess. So you approve of my outfit?" I asked playfully as I spun around once, causing the tail of the blouse to fly up slightly, revealing that I was naked underneath.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah."
"So you're sure about this?" I asked one last time. "This is your last opportunity to keep your wife pure and innocent, so to speak."
Chris smiled and answered, "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."
I struck my sexiest pose and looked at Glenn with my best 'catch me, fuck me' look.
"What about you young fella? Are you sure you are ready to share your best friend's wife? Are you sure you are up for this? And are you sure you can keep a secret? I don't want you blurting something out about this when you guys are out drinking with your friends," I said in my most flirtatious tone.
"Jill, I promise, no one ever hears about this, ever."
"Okay boys, what do you plan to do to me?"
Chris got up, put on some music, dimmed the lights and said, "I think we'd each like to dance with you once."
"Oh you sly devil. You know dancing is like foreplay for me. Who's first?"
"I think Glenn should get the first dance," Chris insisted.
I nodded and extended my hand to my young lover-to-be.
I felt so wicked and naughty as I led this handsome twenty one year old to the center of my living room, wearing only a silk blouse and nothing else. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we did the 'teenager grind' dance I remembered from my high school years.
I could feel his cock pulsing as I grinded into him. I liked the fact that his cock responded so quickly to me. I whispered into his ear, "It's okay to touch me, if you want."
Very tentatively Glenn brought his hand up to my breast, and began feeling my erect nipple. I started nibbling on his ear as I humped myself into his now erect penis.
"Glenn, I like the way your penis is pulsing against me. I like it a lot."
Glenn was nervous, not sure what to do. I reached down between us, and briefly squeezed his erection, saying, "That is a nice sized package you have there, young man."
Glenn moaned appreciatively.
His hand finally made it down to cup my bare ass just as the song ended. His shyness was absolutely adorable.
I kissed him gently, but affectionately, before leading him back to the couch. I extended my hand to my husband, "Your turn, big boy."
Chris and I danced while Glenn watched. I had my arms around my husband's neck, which pulled my blouse up sufficiently so that my ass was partially exposed to Glenn's gaze. Chris kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.
As he teased my nipple, he asked, "How are you feeling, right now?"
"Excited, sexy, nervous and scared. But I want to do this for you," I replied.
"Are you just doing this for me?" Chris asked.
"No. I want this too, for me, and for Glenn. In fact, if you told me to stop now, I would, but I'd be disappointed. I want to make love to both of you tonight. This will be a night I will never forget."
I felt his erection throbbing against my abdomen. "I can feel 'little Chris' poking me. I like that."
As I danced with my husband, I became aware that Glenn was approaching me from behind.
While Chris held me tightly, Glenn knelt behind me. I felt his hand slowly edge between my legs and his fingers began slowly tracing up my inner thighs. We stopped dancing and Chris simply held me in place.
I whispered into my husband’s ear, “Honey, are you sure you want me to do this? Are you okay with what is happening?”
“Baby, I am more than okay with this,” Chris responded.
“Okay, honey. Last chance.” I hissed in his ear. “He is getting ready to finger your baby’s tight and wet little pussy.” These words seemed to stimulate Chris even more, and he kissed me deeply again.
As Glenn knelt behind me, his fingers found the wet folds of my very aroused pussy.
I felt myself instinctively spread my leg slightly, as I moaned into Chris’s mouth; and I arched my hips backwards to accept his fingers inside of me. “Baby, he’s doing it. He’s got his fingers inside of me,” I whispered in my husband’s ear.
Chris led me over to a chair and he sat down, pulling me forward, forcing me to bend over. I balanced myself on the arms of Chris’s chair, giving Glenn unrestricted access to probe my pussy from behind. I pushed back to accept now two fingers deep into my vagina. Glenn massaged the front wall of my pussy, finding my very sensitive g-spot.
I moaned for both my men to hear. “God, that feels good. Honey, he's got two fingers inside me.”
I looked into Chris’s eyes with lust and love, as I rocked back against the finger fucking I was getting from Glenn. There is something terribly erotic and sexy about being fingered by your husband's best friend while your husband holds you and watches.
I was aroused. My pussy was open and very wet.
“Give me another finger, please,” I begged Glenn.
Immediately, I was being stretched open to the limit as he began probing me with three insistent fingers. I know some women claim to enjoy ‘fisting’, but, even just a month after childbirth, these three fingers were all this little girl and her tight little pussy could handle. I was wide open and quite full. Glenn was now kneeling behind me to give him the angle to access my ‘now dilated’ pussy more readily.
"Oh baby, it feels like his has his whole fist inside me," I moaned.
Chris looked at me with admiration, lust and love as he watched my face express the pleasure I was experiencing as his friend stretched and probed me from behind. I could see from the massive tent in Chris’s pants that this whole scene aroused him.
Would he still be okay with this and still be okay with me tomorrow, after the ‘deed was done’? I was unsure, but tonight he wanted to ‘share me’, of that I was certain.
I continued to moan as my arousal built, as I braced myself on the arms of Chris’s chair, rocking back to meet Glenn's probing fingers. Chris started to unbuckle his pants, to release his cock from its confines. He was fully erect, obviously responding to Glenn fingering me and my reaction to it. But in this position, I really needed to steady myself on the arms of my husband’s chair and could not stroke Chris’s erection like I wanted. “Oh, he is stretching me so wide. He’s got three fingers in your baby’s pussy. He’s going to make me cum.”
Glenn found my g-spot, and it was only a matter of moments before I had my first orgasm of the night.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming. Push deeper, please, deeper.” And Glenn pushed as deep as he could reach and I convulsed as several large waves of pleasure over took me. His knuckles were pressed against my clit.
“Okay, you need to stop. I am done. You have to let me come down.” I whimpered, unable to stop the waves of pleasure that were rocking me so violently. But my young lover, who seemed drunk with power and lust, did no such thing.
I do not know exactly when he removed one finger, but I realized he only had two fingers inside me now, but they were pushing deeper than before, and he was massaging the front wall of my pussy, my g-spot, with a deep circular motion. Glenn sensed that he could get me off again, and he was going for a double.
I looked at Chris, realizing that Glenn was in complete control at this moment, and simply cried, “Baby, he is going to make me cum again. I can’t stop it. He’s going to get me again. He's finger fucking your little wife.”
I dropped to my knees without losing Glenn’s fingers from my deep inside me. I pushed my ass high in the air, kneeling in front of Chris. I took my husband’s stiff cock into my mouth.
And, then it came over me a second time as I shuttered with a series of convulsions as waves of pleasure shook me to my core. I was experiencing my first multiple orgasm ever.
As this second round of convulsions shook my tiny frame, I thought I might pass out. It was simply too much, too intense. I removed Chris’s cock from my mouth long enough to beg, "Please, you have to let me stop. I can’t take any more.”
I pulled forward, trying to break free from Glenn’s hand; but he grabbed me with his free hand, wrapping his arm around my waist, holding me in place as he continued the assault on my pussy.
I felt a third orgasm start to build, or was it merely a continuation of the second?
Regardless, another wave of pleasure rocked me violently and I felt Chris's penis erupt into my mouth. Chris shot string upon string of semen into my mouth as I moaned in orgasmic bliss around his pulsing cock. I usually would not let my husband, or anyone else, cum in my mouth, but I was too far gone, too carried away to pull away from his erupting shaft.
Struggling to swallow the large load of slightly bitter semen Chris had just ejaculated in my mouth, I fell forward on to Chris, his penis still pulsing against my neck and cheek. Falling forward onto Chris, I freed myself from Glenn’s fingers.
I continued to shutter with the aftershocks of the three powerful orgasms I had just experienced. I was totally spent, and tried to talk, but I was mostly incoherent at the moment.
“Shit, that was intense,” Was all I could utter, the taste of Chris’s semen still fresh in my mouth.
I became aware of Chris’s erection throbbing against my cheek as I tried to recover. And it dawned on me, the night was far from over, Glenn had not yet cum. My first multiple orgasm was just foreplay!
Glenn began to undress saying, “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
I looked at him as the removed his pants and underwear in one move, allowing a large, erect, circumcised penis to spring free. He pulled his shirt over his head and, except for his socks, was standing naked in front of me.
Without answering directly, I stood up and walked over to Glenn, reached up with my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He reached under my arms and pulled me up, off the ground, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso.
In this position, the head of his cock was wedged between our bodies and was pulsing against my clitoris. The pulsing was very distinct, very pleasurable, and reminded me that I was going to get fucked by two men tonight. I realized gatherings with my husband's friends would be very interesting in the years to come after tonight. I felt incredibly wicked, and sexy at this thought.
Glenn carried me over to the queen sized bed in my bedroom, with my legs still wrapped around him, and set me down.
I looked over Glenn's shoulder, as he carried me into the bedroom, and saw Chris was following and he was now naked as well.
“I have never cum more than once before. That was amazing. I did not know I could do that,” I cooed with genuine gratitude. “Thank you, that was wonderful.”
Then glancing at Chris, I said, “Baby, thank you for making me do that. God, that was intense.”
Glenn laid me on my back and climbed between my legs.
His erection waved proudly in front of him as he climbed into position to enter me. He was about to be only the second man whose penis had penetrated me.
I was still concerned that when all was said and done here tonight, Chris's and my relationship could be irreparably harmed, but that train had left the station. I would have to deal with the aftermath tomorrow. Right now a gorgeous twenty one year old, with a raging boner needed a place to put it. And I had the perfect place.
Slowly, he started to position his hips so that his head of his erect penis was searching for my opening. I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against me, searching anxiously for its home. I felt his penis pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina.
I was beyond any reason at that moment, totally consumed by lust. I wanted him to take me, to impale me with his large boner, to fuck me deeply and totally. I wanted Glenn to cum inside me.
Glenn inched the head of his penis inside me a bit.
I looked up at my husband and gave him an update, "Oh baby, he's starting to go inside me now. He's inside your wife's pussy. God, he feels thicker than you. Oh fuck, I am such a little whore, letting your friend fuck me. Your wife is becoming such a little slut tonight. Oh god, I love you."
Glenn inched his erection into me deeper. His girth was more than I was used to, but in my highly aroused state, I could accommodate the thickness.
He began stroking in and out of me, slowly prying me open as he pressed further into my wet and dilated pussy with each stroke. I moaned with each penetrating thrust.
"Oh fuck, Chris ... I'm so full ... god, he feels good!"
After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him full and unrestrained access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my tight vagina.
He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each time until I had all of him inside me. I was very, very full; filled more deeply and stretched wider than I had ever been before and I was very aroused.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw Chris, stroking his erection as he watched his friend fucking his nasty wife.
"Come sit on the bed, baby," I instructed. I wanted my husband close to me while I got fucked.
Chris sat on the bed, near my head. But pinned under Glenn the way I was, I could not really touch or stroke my husband as I would have liked. I could only watch him slowly stroking his very erect penis.
Glenn raised my legs over his shoulders. In this position he had me totally exposed and totally vulnerable. With each deep thrust into me, the head of his penis was striking my g-spot, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.
My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. "Oh baby, he's going to make me cum again .. fuck me ... harder ... faster ... oh Glenn, fuck me," I urged him on with passionate abandon.
With my feet high over his shoulders, Glenn gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. With every pounding thrust, he moved me closer to yet another climax.
As my arousal grew, my breasts started spewing milk again. Chris lowered his head to my lactating breast and took my leaking nipple into his mouth while Glenn pounded my pussy with his large erection. It was surreal.
Each pounding thrust raised my ass off the bed further. I caressed my husband's head at my breast as I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of Glenn's pounding. I loved the feeling of Glenn's large testicles as they slapped against my up turned ass with each punishing stroke of his cock.
Then my orgasm crashed over me. "Oh my god, Glenn. I am cumming ... Oh shit ... Oh god ... Glenn, fuck me ... don't stop. Oh fuck ... fuck me harder ... fuck me..."
I was literally screaming. I came and I came again. Waves of erotic pleasure rocked my core. I have never cum harder. And no orgasm has been more fulfilling.
My orgasm, coupled with my upward movements to meet each of his thrusts and my incoherent moans pushed Glenn over the edge as well. With one final and violent thrust he buried himself deep in my vagina and released his seed inside my womb.
I lay there panting, relishing the afterglow of my orgasm, as I felt Glenn's large penis pulsing deep inside me as he spurted, time and time again, emptying his sperm into my vagina.
Glenn's constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was pumping out ropes and ropes of his cum. As I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air, my husband at my breast, I wanted every precious drop of Glenn's seed inside me. I clenched and released my vagina, milking his cock.
"Oh god, Chris ... he's pumping your wife's pussy full of his sperm ... oh god, Glenn, you made me cum so hard ..." I babbled incoherently.
I lay there coupled with Glenn for several moments, until Chris released his latch on my breast and interrupted my post-orgasmic bliss by saying, “Jill, I have something to give you too.”
I smiled “I think I have just the place for it. Come here and see if it still fits. You are getting sloppy seconds tonight. Glenn, thank you. That was wonderful. But I think my husband wants to add his seed to yours now.”
Glenn nodded that he understood, and slowly withdrew. I felt my vagina spasm as he exited me, leaving me empty and wanting. I could feel Glenn’s sperm starting to leak out of me, oozing down the crack of my ass.
Chris lay on his back next to me and pulled me over on top of him. I straddled his torso as I positioned myself over the head of his very hard erection. A large dollop of semen spilled from my vagina, onto my husband's abdomen.
I giggled, "I guess that's the price you pay when you let your buddy fuck your wife first, huh?" I turned to Glenn and asked, "Glenn would you be a dear and get me a warm wash cloth so I can clean this mess off Chris's stomach?"
While Glenn fetched the wash rag, I lowered myself onto my husband's erection. Chris's cock slid right in, lubricated by the semen left behind by Glenn. I was open and dilated, and really could barely feel Chris cock as it entered me.
Glenn returned with the wash cloth and I wiped the sperm from Chris's stomach. I tossed the cloth on the nightstand and began fucking my husband, cowgirl style. Chris humped up to meet my downward thrusts. I could sense he wasn't going to last long.
After a minute or two, I hissed, "Can you feel his cum in me? Can you feel how open I am from fucking your friend? He was big, baby, very big. Are you going to make me fuck all your friends, or just Glenn?”
That was all it took, Chris moaned, stiffened, arched his hips upward and erupted in me, mixing his seed with Glenn’s.
I collapsed on top of him, panting, trying to take in the surreal nature of my first threesome and my first multiple orgasm. I had experienced two different men’s cocks inside me, and now I had both their semen swimming inside of me. I felt deliciously wicked and sexy.
Chris, invited Glenn to spend the night with us, and the three of us shared our queen sized bed, with me in the middle between my two lovers. I fell asleep with my head on Chris's chest, with Glenn's hand on my breast.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the baby monitor. Amy wanted her mid-night feeding. I climbed out of the bed, as quietly as I could. I grabbed my robe and went to retrieve my daughter. As I left the two men snoring in my bed, I shook my head. I still had trouble believing what I had done last night.
I had only taken a few steps when a large dollop of semen drained from my vagina and started running down my inner thighs. I caught the sticky, gelatinous mess with my right hand and quickly scurried to the bathroom. I grabbed a tissue to wipe the mixture of Chris's and Glenn's sperm that was oozing out of me and trickling down my legs. I needed no further reminder that I had been a very naughty girl last night.
After wiping the excess from my legs and vulva, I grabbed a pair of panties and donned them to capture any additional semen that would seep from me over the next hours before I could take a bath.
I was till in a state of disbelief. Less than twenty four hours ago, I had only had sexual relations with one man, the man to whom I was married. Now I had the sperm of two men oozing from my vagina. This was more than just out of character for me; it was unbelievable.
I hurried to the nursery to rescue my hungry daughter from her crib.
I was sitting in my recliner, my robe open, my daughter latched to my breast, when Glenn walked into the living room, still naked. His muscular chest and broad shoulders tapered to a firm narrow abdomen. His semi-erect penis swayed proudly in front of him as he entered the room. Damn, he was a sexy sight.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't really know. Embarrassed. Very well satisfied, but definitely embarrassed. I don't know what got into me last night," I said candidly.
Glenn laughed loudly, "I'm pretty sure I know 'what got into you'!"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it! I never imagined I could, or would, do something like that. That was not like me at all," I continued in a pensive tone.
"Do you regret it?" Glenn asked with some concern.
"I'm not sure. I do on some level, but I will admit, I enjoyed it... a lot. Glenn, no one has ever made me climax like that. In fact, you and Chris are the only two men who have ever made me cum. And I have never climaxed more than once with Chris."
Glenn's face beamed with pride at my high praise.
I paused a moment and continued, "I am concerned about what this all means though, for the future, you know...I'm concerned with how Chris will feel about me now...and what you think of me now...my head is swirling right now with all kinds of thoughts. I'm a bit of a mess. How about you?"
Glenn stared away from me, and thought before he spoke. "I am really glad we did what we did, but I'm a little scared myself."
I got a puzzled look on my face. "What are you scared of?"
"I'm scared this might be a one time deal. That you and Chris might not want to ever let me do this again."
"Would that be so terrible?" I asked.
"It would be to me ... I think I am falling in love with you."
"Oh dear, I don't quite know what to say."
His penis had grown erect while we talked.
Glenn looked at me, his penis straining towards the ceiling now. With the cutest 'puppy dog' expression on his face, he said, "Please tell me that we can be together again?"
"Glenn, I'll have to discuss that with Chris. I'm not going to do anything behind his back, ever. But if he says it's okay, I'd like to be with you again."
Amy had finished her second breast and was now asleep in my arms.
I pulled her from my breast and handed her to Glenn. "Here, put Amy in her crib. Lay her on her stomach and cover her with her blanket. Then come back here and I'll take care of that marvelous erection you have there. We'll talk about the future with Chris tomorrow."
Coming soon: Chapter two - The aftermath of my first threesome
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