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My name's Annabelle. My husband, Eric, and I have been married for almost 1 4 years. Neither of us have magazine cover bodies. He's 5' 9” and was the classic scrawny white guy until we moved out to the country a while back. Chopping wood has really built him up, and while he's not ripped like a weightlifter, he's really solid and quite the looker. I'm 5' 9”, 200lbs, with a set of triple D's that catch everyone's attention. It took me a long time to realize it, but I'm sexy. You don't have to be ridiculously skinny to be sexy, you just have to own your body.

Eric and I have always had a pretty good sex life, but a year or two ago we really cranked up the heat. It all started when he told me that he was turned on by the idea of me having sex with other people. At first I thought he was crazy, but eventually I started to warm up to the idea. Not enough to actually have sex with someone else, but we fantasize heavily about it and I get really turned on thinking about sleeping with other people and then telling him about it in detail while he eats me out.

I had a very conservative … so I had a really hard time being adventurous sexually. I was extremely surprised at myself when I started liking the idea of sleeping with other people, and I started to think I was bad or that there was something wrong with me. Luckily, my husband is nothing if not patient. Except for maybe horny...he's definitely that. He started what he called “slutwife training” as a way to help me push my sexual boundaries. He would write up scenarios and we would read them and then act them out. I have a hard time with it, but I really do want to be his slut. I get incredibly turned on at the thought of using my body to please him in any way I can, even if that means sexually pleasuring other people, or doing things I've always thought of as dirty.

About a year ago now, I admitted to him that when I fantasized about having sex with another man, that man was his best friend Andrew. Andrew is a little taller than my husband, and a little more athletic, and the combination of that and his personality really attract me. Whenever Eric and I include Andrew in our fantasies, I get visibly more excited and my pussy practically turns into a faucet I get so wet.

Eric's birthday falls fairly soon after Christmas. My Christmas gift to him is usually in the form of a sexy outfit or lingerie put in his stocking. He gets to open it late Christmas Eve after all the wrapping is done and our kid's stocking is stuffed. I slip it on and we have some Christmas fun. A couple weeks later, we usually go out on a sexy date for his birthday. I wear a short dress and heels with extremely skimpy panties, we book a reservation somewhere with private booths, and we fool around under the table through the whole meal. He prefers to leave the restaurant with my panties in his pocket. I'm not an exhibitionist, though I'm trying to learn to like it, but it's his birthday. We then head to a hotel for the night where he gets pretty much whatever he wants from me. Often over and over and over.

Unfortunately, this year I was sick from Christmas all the way through his birthday. I tried to make an effort, but he was too nice to take advantage of it, knowing that I wouldn't enjoy it at all. Once I started getting better, we had several guests in from out of state including my parents, and finally Andrew came to visit us for a couple weeks, staying in our guest room. Friday evening, about a week into Andrew's stay with us, I was feeling really bad for missing out on one of Eric's favorite traditions, and one we have kept for 1 4 years. When we went to bed, I reached down and started to play with his cock, s l o w l y stroking it until it was fully erect, and then alternating between playing with his balls and s l o w l y stroking his member. He usually loved it when I did this, and if his throbbing cock was any indication, this was no exception. Once he was really into it, I told him how sorry I was about missing out on our Christmas and birthday traditions, and I told him that he could choose whatever he wanted to do for his birthday.

I knew this was extremely risky. He's WAY more adventurous that I am sexually, and I knew he'd push my boundaries with whatever he chose, but I trusted him completely. My mind started to roam over the things he might make me do. At first I was thinking of sex, blow jobs, and maybe anal, my pussy s l o w l y starting to get wet as I did. I quickly realized that all of these were far to simple for him. I began to worry just a little as things like bondage and spankings came to mind. I knew he liked to make me bend over and he'd playfully spank my bare ass or pussy when I wouldn't want to do something during one of our slutwife training sessions. The way he did it was gentle yet demanding, and it would make me wet every time. Inevitably I'd be told how I was a good girl for getting wet, and then he'd fuck me from behind, usually taking me first in the pussy and then in the ass. I closed my eyes, imagining him spanking me, and my pussy started to long for the cock it was used to getting immediately after. It's funny how your body can be trained to expect something like that.

As much as I was enjoying the fantasy playing out in my mind, I knew that if I came up with it, it probably wasn't near as crazy as what he'd actually say. I was quickly getting more and more anxious as I thought about it. Luckily, he didn't make me wait long. “I think that I want to have a whole day where you only focus on pleasing me sexually. I'll get to pick what you wear and what we do.” Relief swept over me, the anxiousness dissipating. That didn't sound too bad. “And I think we'll do it tomorrow” he said.

The words landed like a brick in the pit of my stomach. I instantly knew why he had said that. His friend Andrew was still staying with us, and as much as I love to fantasize about taking Andrew's cock deep inside my pussy, I really wasn't ready to actually do it. I said “I'm not sure I can do that! I don't think I can have sex with Andrew yet, I don't think I'm ready!” I was back peddling like crazy.

Eric reached his hand down between my legs, and slid his finger up and down between my sopping wet lips, and said “I'm not so sure that's true, but I promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to.”

I probably would have still fought him on it, but his finger sliding casually up and down my slit kept teasing at my clit, and I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but that. I consented, and his mouth immediately covered mine, his tongue pushing in and probing around. His fingers got more aggressive, pushing inside me just like I had wanted. After several minutes of fingering me, he slid down my body, positioning his face right in front of my pussy. I could feel his ragged breath on my shaven pussy, warm and cold at the same time. My favorite thing in the world is when he licks my pussy, and my body was trying to push my pussy up to meet his mouth, not wanting to wait even a second for his mouth to lower.

As his tongue began to circle my clit, he s l o w l y removed his finger from my pussy, but without lifting it off my skin he traced a path to my ass and pressed it against the opening, putting just enough pressure so I could feel it there. He knows how much I love anal play, and he also knows how slutty it makes me feel to admit that I like it. My hips rocked back, trying to slide his finger into my ass, but he kept it just outside and started to s l o w l y work it in little circle around my hole. After a minute, my hips were bucking back and forth trying in vain to f o r c e that elusive finger into my back entrance, and a moan escaped my lips, equal parts ecstasy and frustration. With his mouth still pushed against my pussy, he asked “Do you want my finger in your ass?”

I started to say yes, but the word caught. I cleared my throat and whispered “yes,” immediately feeling like a slut but excited to finally get the penetration I'd been wanting so bad.

“Then beg for it” he said.

I didn't even think about it, saying “Please baby, please. I need it so bad! Please baby!” I was whining without even meaning to, sounding completely desperate, but apparently it wasn't enough.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“Your finger, please, please, please!”

“Where do you want my finger and what do you think that makes you?”

“I want your finger in my ass! I want you to fuck my ass with your finger as hard as you can because I'm a slut and all good sluts take it in the ass. Please fuck my ass! Baby, please! I need your finger inside my ass so bad!” I was nearly out of my mind, begging and pleading with him to give me what I craved. I'd never spoken like this. Not even close. I always had a hard time talking dirty, even at the height of passion, but I kept at it until his finger abruptly shoved into my ass all the way until his fist bottomed out against my ass crack. Then I couldn't have spoke a word if I had to.

A huge orgasm poured over me. All that pent up need and desire caused the release to be something truly awesome. My whole body instantly tensed, my hips bucking wildly. Eric responded by doubling up his efforts with his mouth on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and mauling it with his tongue. He was also fingering my ass faster and harder than I would have thought possible. His whole arm pulling back and pounding forward, driving his finger in all the way with each stroke.

I felt him slide his free hand under one of my legs, and the next thing I knew I was flipped over onto my stomach, his finger still pounding in and out of my ass. He slid his finger all the in, and began to pull up. I pulled my legs underneath me, lifting my ass as his finger lifted. I had been in an awkward position from the the unexpected flip, so I was now on my knees with my face shoved into the bed and my arms underneath me going between my knees. My knees were so far forward under me that my elbows were between them, and I realized that I couldn't move my arms as all.

Eric slid up behind me, sliding his finger out placing his penis at the entrance to my ass. My heart was racing. I pushed back against his hard shaft, but he moved back a little, playing the same game with his cock that he had played with his finger. “If you want it, beg for it” he said.

Words started just pouring out of my mouth. “Please fuck my ass! I want you to bury your cock in my ass so fast and so deep that your balls are slapping off my pussy with every stroke! I'm a slut, use me! Ride me bare and cum inside my slutty ass. Fuck my ass until I'm raw and begging you to stop, then remind me that I'm your slut and keep fucking me!”

And fuck me he did. Our whole bed shook with each stroke as he pounded my ass. I felt him cum right away, but it didn't seem to slow him at all. After a while, I really was starting to feel a little sore and raw, and was beginning to question my previous enthusiasm. Luckily, Eric came a second time, and slowed his pace and after a few more strokes he pulled out and collapsed on the bed behind me. I felt my body go limp as well, but in the position I was, I couldn't collapse so I just stayed there not moving a muscle and quickly drifting off to sleep from pure exhaustion.

I woke up the next morning to Eric s l o w l y fingering my cunt. The memories of last night washed over me and I enjoyed the sensation. I looked over at the clock. It was 7am. “Wow, you're up early this morning” I said with a smirk as I closed my hand around his already erect shaft and began to stroke him s l o w l y.

“I wanted to make sure I got my whole day” he said with a smile. “I thought we should start with a shower and a shave to get you all ready.”

I felt a little tingle in the pit of my stomach. Something between dread and excitement. Today really could go either way, but right now I was still living off afterglow of last night. We both got up and headed into the bathroom. I started the shower, and when it was hot I hopped in and started shaving my legs. Eric was shaving at the sink, and when he was done he joined me in the shower. Usually a shower with him turns into a little rubbing and then a quickie, but today was different. He took a loofah and s l o w l y, methodically, cleaned my pussy and ass, being very thorough between the ass cheeks, but carefully keeping the soap from getting into my sensitive slit. Then he grabbed the shaving cream and lathered up my pussy lips.

Now, Eric prefers a shaved pussy, so we keep mine shaved all the time, but I never use a razor. I use an electric trimmer. A razor always leaves me itchy for the next day or two, and it drives me crazy. He always wants to shave me like this, but I rarely let him. However, it was his day, so I parted my legs and let him shave me clean. When he was done shaving every n o o k and cranny, he removed the shower head and held it close to my lips, moving it all around and making sure every tiny hair had been washed away. When it was all clean he noticed a few little areas he missed, so he repeated the whole procedure. When he was satisfied, he tapped my inner thigh, signaling that he wanted me to spread my legs a little wider. I figured he wanted to get that quickie after all, so I complied.

To my surprise, he didn't stand up and fuck me. Instead, he positioned the shower head to point up at my spread pussy lips, and began to wash the inside of my pussy, using his bare fingers to scrub. The water jets were spraying inside my pussy, but also they were hitting directly on my clitoris. I began to get heated up, but just as I did, he turned off the shower, opened the curtain, and laid out a towel for me to step out onto. He then grabbed another towel and dried me off, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy.

We went back into the bedroom and he went to my closet. He came back and laid something out on the bed. It was an extremely short, backless, green dress, with a leather collar that looks like a choker holding it up. It's incredibly sexy, but was bought to enjoy in the bedroom with Eric. I'd never worn it out. Next he walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer, and grabbed out a strapless bra. My triple D's need some support. Lastly he went over to my j e w e l r y box and came back with a pair of white gold hoop earrings and my white gold slutwife anklet and laid them on the bed as well. The anklet doesn't have any charms that say “slutwife” or “fuck me” or anything like that, but I know what it means and I feel a little extra slutty when I wear it.

Then he motioned for me to get dressed.

I walked over to the dresser to get some panties, but he stopped me. “Everything you're going to wear is set out for you.”

I felt a little flutter in my stomach, but my pussy betrayed my fear by starting to get a little wet. I walked s l o w l y to the bed and assessed the situation. It could have been worse. I mean, I have lingerie that he could have set out. I decide to start with the anklet, so I raised my left foot onto the bed, and grabbed the anklet. As I slid it around my ankle and started to clasp it, I felt a hand sliding down my ass and hooking under me, a finger probing the entrance to my pussy. I couldn't help but smile. The anklet clearly turned on more than just me, and I was happy that it pleased him. I clasped the anklet s l o w l y, leaving my foot up on the bed well after I was finished, letting him have his fun.

Then I put on the bra and slipped the dress over my head. I turned around and pulled my hair to the side so Eric could zip me up. He pressed his body against mine as he did, and I felt his erection push into the crack of my ass. I put on the earrings and did a little spin so he could see it all.

The smile on his face was simply radiant. “Ok, now let's see how this is going to work,” he said. “Sit down on the edge of the bed.” I did as I was told, crossing my legs and smoothing down my dress. “No crossing your legs today. It's against the rules. Also, no smoothing down your dress like that. If it rides up, just let it.” A vision of Andrew flashed through my mind. I uncrossed my legs, but kept them together. That seem e d to appease him.

“Ok, now stand up and sit down several times” he said. I did as I was asked, and noticed that every time I did the dress rose a little higher. It barely covered my ass as is, and after three repetitions, half my ass was showing and the bottom part of my extremely smooth pussy was clearly on display as well. Eric smiled again, clearly pleased. He had me try a few other things, like picking something up off the floor, reaching up high, etc. Every time I did something, he'd have me pause and he'd trace his finger along the bottom of the dress so I would be acutely aware of just how much was showing. It seem e d that if I did anything except hold very still, I was going to be giving quite a show to anyone around.

The last thing he asked me to do was pick something up off the ground again. “This time,” he said, “don't bend your knees.” I stepped directly between him and the pair of his own boxers that he had put on the floor, rubbed his still erect penis playfully, then turned my back to him to make sure he got the best show possible. I then bent at the waist to pick up the boxers. When I grabbed them, I paused so he had time to take it all in. I felt his hands on my hips, and a split second later his cock pushed between my wet lips and slid all the way into my pussy. It caught me a little off guard, and I lost my balance and started to fall forward. He tightened his grip on my hips, and held me in place while he finally fucked me for the first time that morning, nearly an hour after he woke me up. I felt his shaft grow, then I felt the bursts of warm hot cum shooting deep inside me. I was hot now, and I wanted more. I pushed back against him, knowing he could keep going, but he pulled out instead. He grabbed a towel and wiped up the cum that was now leaking down my thighs.

I stood up to look at him. “Are you ready for more?” he asked.

“Absolutely” I said, reaching out for his cock.

“Good. I can hear that Andrew is up and I want you to be turned on when you go out there. I want your pussy to be craving a cock, and I want you to be thinking about how wet you are and that there is nothing between your pussy and him.”

It was not what I had expected, but it was definitely having an effect on me. Heat spread through my body and I definitely wanted to be fucked. Probably more than I ever have.

“Go out there and help him get some breakfast. I'll be out in a few” he said.

I nervously stepped out the door and made my way to the kitchen. When I got there, I saw Andrew sitting at the table reading what I assumed were his E-Mails on his phone. It was probably my imagination, but it felt like there was a slight breeze blowing up my dress, making me acutely aware of my bare pussy lips and lack of covering. While I was trying to suppress the fluttering in my stomach, Andrew looked up at me. “Wow, you look nice today” he said. The wow was punctuated with a slight whistle, making me hope that he liked what he was seeing.

“Thanks, it's one of Eric's favorites” I replied, watching his eyes as they looked me up and down.

“I can see why” he said, with no leer at all. He was too much of a gentleman for that, I thought.

“Can I get you something for breakfast, or maybe some coffee?” I asked.

“Both sound great actually.”

“Perfect.” I walked over to the coffee grinder. Eric loves his coffee, so instead of a coffee machine we have a grinder and a french press. He only grinds a small amount of beans at a time, usually just enough for that day. As I reached to press the button to grind some more, I saw that there weren't any beans in the hopper on the grinder. I opened the cabinet to grab some more, then froze, realizing they were on the top shelf. We have pretty tall cabinets, and the top shelf was higher than I had been reaching in the test in the bedroom. I could feel the line that Eric had traced on my skin when I had reached up during our testing. It was at least a quarter of of the way up my ass cheeks and definitely showed the lowest parts of my pussy lips. I thought about going to grab a stool, but dismissed that idea because I didn't think getting higher up was really going to help, it would just put me at a better angle for someone to see straight up my dress instead of only seeing what the dress uncovered.

I took a deep breath and reached up to grab a bag of coffee beans. I instantly felt my face flush. I could barely reach the beans, so it took me a few seconds to get a hold on them with my fingertips. A few seconds felt like forever. As I pulled down the package of beans from a local roaster, I wondered if Andrew had seen. I took a quick look over my shoulder as I added them to the grinder, but if Andrew had seen anything, I couldn't tell. I felt slightly emboldened and also slightly aroused. I pressed the button on the grinder, grabbed the french press, and took a couple steps to the sink to rinse it out.

That's when I realized that the arousal might actually cause a problem. My pussy lips were a little wet, but because they were so smooth they rubbed back and forth against each other as I walked, teasing my clit just a little, causing a little more excitement. The problem was that the wetter I got the more I worried that my juices would drip down my thigh, and they didn't need to drip very far to be visible. I tried to breath s l o w l y and get myself under control. It was the only solution I could think of.

I finished making Andrew's coffee, and s l o w l y and carefully walked it over to him. With each step I could feel the breeze created by the swishing of my dress, and the slight rubbing of my lips against my clit. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was a constant reminder of how close I was to being exposed. I handed him his coffee, but realized I couldn't walk back across the kitchen now. Being so close to him and knowing that I was wet and nearly on display, made me more excited than I had expected, and the long walk across the kitchen was more than I thought I could handle. Instead I opted for the closest chair, sitting in it as though I wanted to talk to him. Talking to him was actually the last thing I wanted to do right now. I needed to calm down and I didn't think the way to do that was by sitting right in front of him with a wet pussy, while wearing no panties and a dress that was always trying to reveal too much. I crossed my legs self-conscientiously, then immediately uncrossed them remembering the rules. That little slip of the mind cost me too. Crossing and uncrossing my legs had caused my dress to slide a little farther up my thighs and I wasn't allowed to smooth it down. I knew that from the right angle someone would be able to see just a hint of my pussy lips, but I couldn't tell for sure if Andrew was far enough away to see it or not. I shifted in my chair a little trying to get the dress to slide back down, but it didn't help. My body wasn't helping either. Even though I was bordering on mortified right now, it was getting excited and making things worse. I thought that maybe I could mitigate the problem by keeping his attention on my face by talking to him. Unfortunately, he beat me to it.

“So, this is one of Eric's favorite dresses, huh?” he said, looking me up and down again. I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair, like a 7 year old made to wear a tux. I had no idea how much he could actually see, but I was freaking out nonetheless.

“Yeah” I answered. I left the word hanging as if I was going to say more. Mostly because I was, it's just that my mind blanked and I couldn't think of anything. I desperately wanted to hold his attention up higher, but my brain was so focused on my exposure that it couldn't come up with anything to say to actually help the problem.

“Any particular reason that you're wearing it today?” he asked. I thought I saw his eyes linger at the hem of my dress. But it was so quick that I couldn't be sure.

“He got to pick out my outfit today” I said.

“Everything? Because that's a really nice anklet too” he said.

“Yeah, everything” I said, while screaming over and over in my head “Please don't ask what it means, please don't ask what it means!” I had long ago promised Eric that if anyone ever asked what my slutwife anklet meant, that I would tell them the truth. I thought it was such a remote possibility that anyone would ever ask, so I felt safe making the promise. Now that I was sitting in front of the man I'd been fantasizing about fucking for the last year, wearing no panties and unsure whether he could see my pussy or not, anything seem e d possible.

During many of our fantasy role playing sessions, Eric had asked what it meant while in character as someone else. I'd say something like “It means that I fuck other people with my husband's permission, and the fact I've not covered it with stockings means that I fuck them bareback.” I did NOT want to say this to Andrew right now. Actually, thinking about him riding me bareback was getting me all flustered.

When Eric and I decided to pursue this slutwife training, one of the things we did was get my tubes tied so I couldn't get pregnant. The idea was that I would never have to worry and that if I trusted the guy I could ignore the condom. It would be a better experience for the guy, and part of being a slut is pleasing the man, It would also mean that I could bring Eric a present of my pussy with semen dripping out of it. Eric always said that “the only reason to wear panties is to hold a load inside your pussy until you get home to me.”

I was vaguely aware that Andrew had said something, but my brain was too distracted picturing him naked and sliding his bare cock into my wet and waiting pussy. I was enjoying the fantasy, letting it carry me away.

“Annabelle?” I heard Andrew say.

It snapped me out of my reverie. “I'm sorry, what?” I said. Worried how much of what I was thinking was visible on my face.

“I said, 'Well, it's really nice'. Your anklet. It looks really good on you.”

“Oh, thanks” I said. I stood up, knowing that I needed to make my exit. It may be difficult to walk, but staying here was not going to work. I was having to focus extremely hard just to keep my hips from rocking in response to my excitement, and I wasn't sure if I'd been coherent enough to do that during my little daydream. I hoped I had.

I made an excuse about needing to go check on Eric, and walked shakily to our room. As I opened the door, I saw that Eric was just finishing getting dressed. He was wearing nice dark blue jeans, a button up the front dress shirt with the sleeves rolled just above his elbows, a black fedora, and he was just lacing up his nice black shoes. When I walked in, he immediately looked up and smiled.

“You look flushed. How did it go?”

I quickly explained my difficulty. As I did, Eric grabbed my arm and guided me to the bed. He s l o w l y bent me over it while I continued to tell my story. He slid his shiny shoe between my bare feet and pushed against my right ankle, prompting me to spread my legs. He reached under me and started to run his finger up and down my slit. When I got to the part about my dress slipping up my legs and how I thought Andrew might have been looking at my pussy, he paused and asked “Did you spread your legs more to make sure he got a good view?”

“No, I squirmed around to try to get my dress do go back down, but it didn't work” I replied. I felt his hand pull away, and then I felt it strike my right ass cheek. It surprised me a little, but is actually felt pretty good. He pushed my body down flatter against the bed and slid my feet farther apart with his knee. Then his hand landed again, this time landing against the very base of my ass, sending shock waves into my sopping wet pussy. His hand pulled back and landed in the same place a few more times, his fingers curving in slightly and making direct contact with my pussy lips. I was getting more excited by the second, expecting that my dripping pussy would illicit a reward and he'd fuck me. I needed it so bad.

When he finished spanking me, he started teasing my clit with his finger. My hips started rocking back and for violently, but I couldn't get the release I wanted so badly. I felt his body press against mine, and then I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered “Are you excited?”

“Extremely” I whispered back.

“Good” he replied, “it's time to go hang out with Andrew again.” I was going nuts. I needed release so bad! I turned around and started rubbing his cock, hoping to convince him to fuck me first, but he grabbed my hand and walked out the door with me in tow. Walking was more difficult than ever now, and I was almost positive that my dripping juices were visible.

We were coming into the kitchen now, my mind jumbled and my nervousness starting to get the better of me. Eric helped me make some eggs and bacon for breakfast, and I labored through the whole process. Eric spilled some juice on the counter and used all the paper towels to clean it up. Then he asked me if I'd grab another roll. He knew we kept these up on the top shelf right by the coffee. I gave him a look that said “you'll pay for this,” but it turned out to be much easier with Eric there. Even when the roll slipped out of my fingers and I had to stretch up onto my toes to get it. I could feel Andrew's eyes on my back side, but I could see Eric taking in the whole scene as well. Seeing his enjoyment reminded me why I wanted to be his slut. It made him so happy, and I loved it.

When we sat down to eat, Eric sat directly across from Andrew, f o r c i n g me to choose one of the two chairs between them. Sitting down was still a little tough, but I managed to do it without crossing my legs and I sat comfortably all through breakfast. I tried to follow the conversation, but my brain was preoccupied with all the mixed signals my body was dealing with.

When we were done eating, I cleaned up the dishes and took them to the sink. Andrew went into the guest room, and Eric came up behind me. He immediately lifted my dress, slid my legs apart with his foot, and started to finger me while I was trying to wash dishes. This was all too much. I wasn't ready to have someone watch me being fingered, and yet my body was responding wildly. I kept looking over my shoulder at the guest room door, willing it to stay closed, but even so, I was sad when he stopped. I needed more and I needed it bad.

Andrew came back out of the room only seconds after Eric had stopped, and I was breathing so heavily I was worried he'd hear me.

“So, what are we doing today?” Andrew asked.

“Annabelle?” Eric said. It sounded like he was asking my opinion, but I clearly caught the double meaning.

I shrugged my shoulders, not trusting my voice.

“Well,” Eric said, “I was thinking that we've been doing stuff every day and staying out late every night, so maybe we could just chill today and watch some movies on Netflix or something.”

“Sounds good” Andrew said, looking over at me.

I nodded my assent.

“I'll grab some drinks” Eric said, heading to the outside fridge. As soon as he stepped outside I glanced over at Andrew and caught him looking at me. A little shocking tingle spread through my body and I squeezed my legs together hoping that it would hide my wetness.

Eric came back in just a few seconds later with a couple dark barrel aged beers. Ones that I knew were probably 1 0 - 1 2 percent abv at least. He grabbed two pint glasses and poured the beers, then grabbed a wine glass and poured me a healthy glass of a sweet red that I love. We all grabbed our drinks and headed into the TV room. As soon as I sat down I realized that I needed to pee really bad. I guess that my constant excitement had distracted me. The door to our room is right by the couch in the TV room, so I set down my drink and excused myself, walking into my bedroom and on to the bathroom.

When I came out, Eric was in the bedroom waiting for me. He motioned to the bed and I immediately knew what he wanted. I walked over to it, bent over, and spread my legs. Eric came up behind me and started to tease my clit with his fingers. It felt amazing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Then I felt something pressing against my ass. I pushed my ass back as hard and fast as I could from this position, successfully getting a tiny bit of penetration, but it slipped back out, keeping pressure against my ass. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that Eric had somehow gotten one of our butt plugs. It was pretty large, thicker than his cock at it's largest, and had a vibrator in it. Usually it was hard for me to take, but right now I was confident that I could take it easily, and I wanted it badly. I was worried that Eric was going to make me beg, but I knew that Andrew might be able to hear me through the door. I whispered “please, baby. I really need some penetration and you know how much this is going to turn me on. Isn't that what you want?”

Clearly that was the right thing to say. The plug began sliding s l o w l y into my ass almost immediately. I felt it stretch my ass wider and wider, knowing from experience that it would keep stretching it until it hurt, but wanting it anyway. However, while I was still enjoying the sensation, I felt my ass start to close around the smaller part of the plug, pulling it completely into my ass. Eric turned on the vibrator, and s l o w l y ramped it up while he continued to rub my clit.

Once the vibrator was all the way up, he turned it to some sort of cycle setting that kept changing the intensity, keeping my attention focused on it's constant change. Eric set down the control, and started to tease my ass by tugging slightly at the plug. I clamped my ass down tightly, not ready for it to leave. Then Eric leaned forward and whispered in my ear “I wanted to make sure your ass was ready, just in case Andrew wants to fuck you there later.”

My mind started to race down that path. With this huge plug in my ass I felt extremely slutty, and the thought of Andrew fucking me in the ass, using me like a slut, had me excited like I'd never been. I was almost ready to orgasm, when Eric stopped playing with my clit. He whispered to me “did Andrew see your pussy?”

“I don't know” I said.

“Then you didn't spread your legs and show him?”

“No”

“That's a naughty slut” he said as he brought his hand down on my ass. It struck the butt plug as well as my ass cheek. The jarring of the plug currently stretching my ass was a massive shock, but the slap that was made against the ass cheek is what worried me. I was wondering if Andrew could hear. Just as I was thinking about this, his hand came down again, then again. Both times resulting in a resounding slap and an intense sensation as my ass took a pounding from the plug. After the third strike, I felt the plug pulling out of my ass, and I didn't clamp down quick enough. It slid smoothly out of my ass making me feel empty.

As I got up, I turned to Eric and said “I'm going to show him. I promise. During the movie I think.” I then kissed him deeply and walked out of our room. Andrew was sitting all the way to one side of our L shaped couch with his feet up on our ottoman. I sat at the far other side and put my feet up too, careful to keep them together as I did.

Eric turned on a movie and took his place in the corner of the couch between Andrew and I. I pretended to watch for a little bit, but didn't even really know what was playing. I was busy thinking about what I was going to do. I started to get extremely wet and knew that I needed to make my move soon or my pussy would be too messy to want to show off. I started wiggling my feet back and forth, causing them to move apart a little. I looked at the TV while I did it, but tried to watch Andrew out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were glued on the hem of my dress. I adjusted a little, moving my feet a little farther apart. I was thinking that I'd open up a little more and give him a slightly better view, but that's not quite what happened. When I spread my legs, not only did I create a gap to look through, but the dress rode up quite a bit. Andrew went from almost being able to see my pussy, to being able to see half of it.

I froze in place, f o r c i n g myself not to reach down and straighten my dress, knowing that it was against the rules. I glanced over at Andrew, and he didn't even acknowledge me. He was staring unabashedly at my pussy lips which were mostly exposed, with juices running out of them and trickling onto my ass. Then I looked at Eric. He was looking back and forth between me and Andrew, clearly happy about what was happening. Any worries I had about him not actually wanting me to fuck Andrew went right out the window.

Then Eric surprised me. He paused the movie, stood up and said he was going to get another beer, asking Andrew if he wanted to come pick one out. Andrew snapped out of his trance and said yes. He and Eric left the room, leaving me alone with my exposed pussy. I was so shocked that I didn't move. I expected Eric to do anything he could to keep Andrew looking at my bare cunt. A couple minutes later when Andrew and Eric came back, I was still in the same position, just as exposed as when they left. Eric said that work had called and that he needed to go take care of a few things. This is pretty normal. He started a business a few years back, and the small company often needs him to step in and take care of things, even on the weekends, but the benefit is that he works from home. I watched him as he walked to his office, then turned to Andrew and asked if he was ready to unpause the movie.

When I looked at him, his eyes were glued to me again, but this time they weren't focused on my pussy, which I was surprised to realize made me a little sad. Instead, it seem e d like he was looking at my feet.

“In a minute” he said. “I was just admiring your anklet again. It's really attractive. Does it have any special meaning?”

My heart began to race. My damn pussy began to gush juices, as I tried to formulate my answer. I wanted to say no, but I had promised. “Yes it does” I said, my mind still searching for an answer that would satisfy my promise to Eric without revealing everything to Andrew.

“What does it mean?”

This was it. I hadn't come up with anything and it was time to answer. “It means that Eric lets me have sex with other people” I said.

“He lets you?” he said. I expected it to sound incredulous, but it only sounded inquisitive.

“Well, actually he encourages it.”

At this Andrew slid around the couch to my side, resting his hand just above my knee and looking me directly in the eyes. “And you? Do you like this arrangement?”

“Yes, I think I do” I replied.

“What all are you allowed to do?” he asked.

“Anything. We've talked about it and decided there aren't any limitations except that I can't keep any secrets from him. Anything I do I have to tell him about.

“Really?”

I nodded.

“So you could have sex with another guy and it's okay as long as you tell him about it?”

Another nod.

“What if you give a guy a blow job?”

I started nodding again, realizing there would likely be several of these questions, I kept the nod going.

“What about having sex with a woman?”

Still nodding.

“So you could let a guy fuck you bareback, then suck his cock, then let him finish in your ass and as long as you told Eric, it would be fine?”

I felt my breathing turn ragged and my voice caught a little, but I kept nodding and added an “mmm hmm.”

“He's not worried about you getting pregnant?”

“I had a surgery so I can't, specifically for that reason” I answered quietly.

His hand that had been resting on my thigh started to slide up toward my hip, catching under my dress and lifting it up until he was gazing directly down at my completely exposed pussy. I looked at him, but his eyes were locked on my pussy lips. I realized that my nervousness during our conversation had brought my knees together, so I started to spread my legs. Just a little at first, but when I saw his eyes brighten up, I spread them more, wanting to please him. The more I spread my legs the more his face brightened and the more his smile broadened. Pretty soon I realized that my legs were spread as wide as I could possibly spread them and his hand was still resting on my upper thigh. I had no idea what to do next.

Luckily, he made the next move, sliding his hand down to my inner thigh and between my pussy lips. “Wow, you seem to be enjoying this” he said.

“You have no idea” I gasped, hoping that I would finally get the release that I craved. I reached between his legs and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. It was hard to tell how big he was, but he was definitely rock hard.

“So, how do you want to do this?” he asked. His timidity gave me an infusion of confidence. Suddenly I felt like the slut in charge.

“Any way you want. I'm Eric's slut, here to please you. You can have me any way you want me and I'll do anything you want me to do.”

As I said that I undid his pants, pulled his cock out of his boxers, and wrapped my hand around it. He was bigger than Eric, but not ridiculously huge. Maybe 8 inches long and very thick. I started to dip my head down to his cock, thinking I'd give him a little blow job, then stopped. “Would you like to go in to our bed?” I asked.

He didn't say anything, but I could read the yes on his face. I pulled him into our bedroom by his cock, stripping his clothes off as soon as we got inside. “So, what do you want?” I asked.

“You're really okay with anything?” he said hopefully.

“Anything your cock desires.”

He spun me around, bent me over the edge of the bed, and pulled my dress up onto my back, completely exposing me. My first thought was that I was about to get another spanking, but then I felt his cock slide into my pussy from the back. It was slow and tentative at first, sliding in and holding still, as if he was wondering if this was really okay. I glanced up at the clock by the bed, making a mental note of the first time I ever had a cock other than my husband's in my pussy. It was 11:22am.

His head and shaft felt so different than Eric's. It made me feel extremely full and it felt like it rubbed against parts of my pussy that didn't normally get any attention. My mind wandered a bit, as I thought about how Eric had talked about him fucking my ass. I was wondering if that was even possible with his size. Just then a small moan escaped my lips, which must have been enough confirmation to Andrew that what he was doing was acceptable. I knew it was more than acceptable. It was exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.

He began to s l o w l y stroke in and out, building up steam as he went. Pretty soon he was slamming into me so hard that my knees buckled and I completely lost my footing, the bed now supporting me completely. He was grabbing onto my shoulders now, using the leverage to slam us together with each thrust, pushing his cock into me as far as it could possibly go with each stroke. The sensation was amazing! I was quickly building up to an orgasm when I felt him slam into me, holding himself as deep in me as he could. Then I felt his cock pulse and his hot cum shoot deep inside me, filling what little space was left around his cock. The warmth was calming, and even though I wasn't getting the orgasm I had hoped for, I sighed with satisfaction.

“Sorry,” he said, “I've been riled up all day, ever since you reached for that coffee and I saw you weren't wearing any panties.”

“That's okay” I said. I pulled him onto the bed, laying him on his back with his head on Eric's pillow. Then I bent over and took his still hard cock in my mouth. I could taste the salty mix of his cum and mine as I slid my tongue down along his shaft taking it into my mouth. I also reached around my back and removed my bra, letting my triple Ds hang down and brush against his leg. I couldn't quite fit him all in. The extra length and girth made it extremely hard, but I began a slow steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down while rubbing his shaft with one hand and cupping his empty balls with the other. My pussy was burning for more and the cum dripping down my leg was a definite distraction. I clamped my legs together, partially hoping to stem the distraction, but also hoping to keep his cum inside me for Eric. I dutifully focused on the task at hand. Each time I slid his cock into my mouth I relaxed a little more, and I was s l o w l y taking more and more of him in. I could almost touch my lips to his base now. I was rewarded only a few minutes in as I felt his hips start to rock in rhythm to my head, pushing a little deeper into my mouth. I knew he was almost ready for another round. I lowered my head as far as I could, successfully wrapping my lips around the base of his cock, and held them there for as long as I could. Then I pulled away.

His hand had been resting comfortably on the back of my head while I had been blowing him, and now it tightened in my hair. He didn't want me to stop, but I had other plans. He had gotten what he wanted, and now I was going to get what I wanted. I rolled onto my back and pulled my dress up past my stomach, not letting my legs open until I was laying completely flat, still hoping to keep his cum inside me. I reached over and pulled him toward me.

He got the picture, and rolled over on top of me, settling in between my legs, his arms on either side of me supporting his weight. He slid his cock up to my wet entrance, and said “Is this what you want?” He had a little smirk on his face that told me he was pretty sure he was right.

“Almost” I said. I wrapped my legs around his tight ass and pushed back on his muscular chest. As I pushed him away he pivoted up, bringing his knees under him and spread wide, keeping his cock pushed against my pussy as best as he could. Once he was more upright, I pulled one leg up pushing it against his hand causing him to grab it. He slid his other hand under my other leg and lifted them both up, pushing them out in front of him into a wide V. “Push them wider” I said, “I want you to be able to get as deep inside me as possible.”

He complied immediately, pushing my legs wider and wider until my knees had to bend a little to accommodate, then he positioned his cock at my entrance again. “Better?” he asked.

“Perfect” I said. “Now fuck me hard. My pussy has been wet all day with no relief and it needs a good hard pounding.” Something had snapped in me. I think that letting another man fuck me on my own bed had helped me push past many of my inhibitions and now I felt free. Free, and horny as all hell...something I was now determined to remedy.

He didn't need to be told twice, and he didn't start s l o w l y this time. He buried his cock in me in one smooth stroke, immediately pulling back out and plunging back in. He pushed so hard that he was sliding me up the bed, so I raised my arms above my head and braced them against the headboard, curving my fingers under the familiar lip along the bottom of it. I wished he had held his cock deep inside me for a bit, so I could revel in the sensation of having a man that far inside my cunt. If I were laying flat, I would have wrapped my legs around his ass and held him there, but I wasn't. I had put myself in a position of complete vulnerability, especially now that my hands were unable to move, and because of it he could use me in any way he saw fit. In this position, not only could I do nothing to stop him, I couldn't control the speed of his thrusts, the depth of his strokes, or anything else. I was at his mercy and I was loving it.

His speed picked up and my head tipped back in pleasure. I quickly f o r c e d it back down, so I could watch his corded muscles tense and ripple with each thrust. I could hear his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs and the sloppy wet sucking sounds that my dripping cunt was causing. My breath became more and more labored until I was actually panting out my mouth.

He pushed my legs a little wider and tilted his body forward a little, getting a fraction of an inch deeper now with each stroke. My panting was becoming a whine, and soon it morphed into grunts each time he slammed his rock hard shaft into my soft wet pussy. An orgasm wracked my body, causing it to shudder all over. I had to lock my elbows to keep them from giving out, but everything else was already completely under Andrew's control anyway, so I simply enjoyed the ride.

My eyes closed tightly and my pussy clamped down on his cock, trying to milk it of it's succulent sweet nectar. I was sure Andrew was about to shoot his load, and I was fine with it too, because I had finally gotten what I wanted. I felt his cock swell and could feel the f o r c e of the jets of sperm as they hit the deepest parts of me. Apparently though, Andrew has a lot more stamina the second time around. He never even slowed his pace as my orgasm continued to pound through my core. The intensity of the fucking combined with how helpless I was feeling, kept my orgasm going for what felt like hours. Eventually I came down off my high, opened my eyes, and took a couple ragged breaths. Andrew was still slamming in and out of my cunt, his thrusts still strong and sure. I once again admired his muscles, especially those in his abdomen, noticing that his skin had a slight sheen of sweat on it, but otherwise he didn't look to be tiring at all.

He kept up the pace of his fucking for several more minutes, causing me to recover from my orgasm quickly. I was just starting to really enjoy the pounding again, when I felt his cock begin to spurt another heavy load of warm thick cum into my cunt. Even then he didn't stop thrusting for another minute or two, but then began to slow. I looked up at him and said “Please don't stop.”

He had a little smirk on his face, which had me instantly worried. I may not have ever fucked the guy, but I'd hung out with him enough to know the look on his face when he's about to cause trouble. “So, you can do anything you want with me?” he asked.

I nodded, waiting to see where he was going with this.

“And you said I could have anything my cock desires?” he asked, s l o w l y sliding his cock out of my pussy, but keeping my legs held firmly in the air.

“Yes” I whispered, still wondering what was going through his mind.

“Good” he said, his smirk turning into a smile.

He repositioned slightly and pushed the head of his cock against the entrance to my ass. I instantly realized that there was something else I couldn't control from this position. I couldn't control what hole he fucked! The biggest thing I had ever had in my ass was our large butt plug, and while it had more girth than Eric, it wasn't as fat as Andrew's cock and it wasn't as long as either of them. I had no idea if I could take his cock in my ass, but as I gazed between my legs at his lean form and up to his smiling face, I knew I was going to try.

“Go slow” I said. “I've never taken anything quite this big.” I felt very vulnerable, but I also trusted him and felt safe.

There was definitely no need for lube. His cock was thoroughly drenched in a mixture of our cum, and my pussy had been overflowing and dripping down past my asshole since he first slid in me in this position. He s l o w l y pushed against my entrance, applying just enough pressure to make progress. I calmed myself as best as I could, closing my eyes and trying to relax my muscles to make it easier and less painful. I felt my ass keep stretching and stretching, more than it ever had, then I felt it contract slightly as the head of his cock popped inside me. I was having difficulty breathing. Not only was the underside of his beautiful mushroom tip wider than the widest part of the anal plug, but I was realizing this was as much relief as I was going to get. It was only going to get wider, and then stay that way. The anal plug might be tough to get in, but there was always that point there it shrunk back down and I could relax.

“I'm not sure I can do this” I said, but I was rewarded by him beginning to s l o w l y press his cock in deeper. I was acutely aware of how helpless I was. If he wanted, he could have simply pounded his cock into my ass, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything to stop him or even slow him. Thankfully he didn't.

“I thought you said you were a slut. Sluts definitely take it in the ass.”

“I am” I said. “Keep going. I really do want to do this for you. And for Eric.” At the mention of my husband's name, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. I really did want to do this for him. I shifted my hips slightly to try to give Andrew a better angle. “Okay, go for it...s l o w l y still, but don't stop. I don't want to have time to think about it.”

I gasped a little as he began pushing forward again. I felt the muscles around my ass stretching further as he s l o w l y worked in the thickest part of his shaft. Then they stopped stretching. I could feel his cock still sliding in, but I must have made it to the thickest part. I released a breath that I didn't even know I was holding, and opened my eyes, looking between my legs and seeing that he still had several inches to go. I was a little more hopeful now though. I was pretty sure I could take it.

I watched in abject wonder as his hips s l o w l y approached my ass, and when they eventually met I let out a little sigh. My hands were still braced against the wall right at bed level and grasping the bottom of our headboard. My legs were still spread wide and being held in place by his strong hands, but the process of working his huge cock into my ass had bent me in such a way that my toes were now touching the wall up near the top of our headboard. My ass was s l o w l y adjusting to being filled so completely, when Andrew leaned forward against me. It caused his cock to slide in about another half inch as our flesh squished together and it made me jump a little, but to my surprise it didn't hurt at all.

I closed my eyes and focused on steadying and slowing my breathing. Just as I was getting under control, I felt Andrew's hands push harder on my calves. I realized he was trying to brace himself against my legs, and then I felt his cock begin to move out of my ass. It still felt so big! It didn't hurt, but it was definitely uncomfortable. I continued to focus on my breathing as he pulled almost all the way out and began to s l o w l y push back in. It probably took him twenty to thirty seconds to complete that first exit and reentry, but the next took only half that and he continued to s l o w l y build momentum.

By about his fifth or sixth stroke, I was no longer needing to focus on my breathing and I began to realize just how well lubed we really were. He was sliding in and out with ease. I noticed then that I was still excited. Extremely excited actually, and my pussy was leaking fresh juices down along his cock with every stroke. I marveled at the wonder of it. You couldn't design a better way to lube a cock for anal penetration if you tried. It was perfection.

It suddenly struck me. I was excited? I had been laboring so hard to get this monster inside my ass, that I hadn't noticed that my body was still enjoying it. I guess I liked anal no matter how challenging it might be. By now Andrew's cock had worked so much of our combined cum into my ass that he was practically slipping in and out, and it allowed him to pick up the pace. My body had also completely adjusted to the size, and all the discomfort was gone. All that was left was my excitement and that feeling of being a slut that I always got when I thought about how much I liked getting fucked in the ass.

I looked up at him, noticing the smile on his lips that reached all the way into his eyes. He was definitely enjoying this as much as I was. I wanted to make him even happier, so I said “You can fuck me harder now if you want.”

“Wow, you really are a slut!” he said. He said it in a kind voice and I knew he meant it as a huge compliment. This wasn't something dirty or derogatory, I was a slut and I was proud of it.

His pace quickened and the f o r c e of each stroke increased. Soon he was fucking my ass as fast and as hard as he had my pussy earlier. I could hear the slapping of our bodies together, and feel the f o r c e of him shoving me into the wall with each thrust, but in this position I was able to brace both my hands and feet against the wall, making it easier to take, which was good, because I was beginning to realize that my body was completely exhausted.

I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was now 2:30pm, which meant I had been getting fucked nearly constantly for over three hours. Andrew's stamina was really impressive. He may have cum several times already, but he didn't even seem tired, and his cock was still as hard as a rock. I looked on in awe, watching him slam his cock into my ass over and over. Every time he would pull out far enough for me to see, I would be amazed all over again that this huge thing was in my ass.

I was enjoying myself thoroughly, but my body just didn't have the energy to build up to another orgasm. Instead I simply surrendered myself to sensations, enjoying them and letting them settle over me. After a little while, I began to wonder if Andrew would ever tire. I started looking over at the clock every few minutes, timing how long he'd been fucking me in my ass. I was extremely sore now, but not in the kind of way that hurts bad, just in the kind of way that let me know I'd have a hard time walking for a little while. Looking over at the clock it was now 2:59. I'd been getting my ass reamed by his massive cock for over thirty minutes now.

I felt his pace slow just a little, and I thought he might be getting tired. I looked him in the eyes and said “You know, you're still here for another week. There's no reason this needs to be the only time we do this. Eric said you can have your way with me any time you want.”

It had just the reaction I was hoping for. His rhythm faltered slightly and his body stiffened. He was about to shoot another load, this time in my ass. Or at least, that's what I thought. At the last second he pulled out, spurts of warm thick cream shooting out of his penis and splattering on my pussy and stomach. It's a good thing this was his fourth time losing it, or it probably would have shot all over my dress and face too.

When he was done milking every last drop from his rapidly softening cock, he laid down next to me.

“As much as I'd love to lay and cuddle until we were ready for another round, I think I'd rather that you go get Eric and send him in here” I said to Andrew as I clamped my legs together before s l o w l y lowering them to the bed. My back was sore from being in that position and my ass and pussy were sore from the pounding. Even my mouth ached a little from the blow job I gave him. I truly felt like a well used slut.

“Sure” he said, pulling on his boxers and pants. I enjoyed the view of him as he left the room, then closed my eyes and stretched my back.

Just a few minutes later, Eric came into the room. “How was it?” he asked. I could hear the excitement in his voice. When I lifted my head to look at him, I could see the excitement bulging in his pants too. “Did he ask you what your anklet meant?”

I realized then what had happened. When Eric took Andrew out to get a beer, he had told him to ask the question about the meaning of my slutwife anklet. I was surprised, but happy. It felt right that Eric had engineered this. After all, I wasn't just a slut, I was his slut.

“It was amazing. I did things I never thought I'd do. I'll tell you all about it, but I'm really sore from all the fucking right now. Can you gently lick my pussy while I do?”

He took a towel and ran it under some warm water, then cleaned up my pussy and went down on me, hungrily lapping away. It felt wonderful to be pampered like this after having been used so roughly. I couldn't ask for more. While he licked my sopping wet pussy I told him every detail of what had just happened. When I got to the part where Andrew came in my pussy for the first time, I realized that I'd been saving up as much of his cum in my pussy as possible, and it was now all running out, Eric was carefully licking my clit then pulling away to watch the cum drip out before licking my clit more.

By the time I was done recounting all the sordid details, my pulsing pussy had squeezed out quite the puddle of a mix of my cum and Andrew’s. Eric had not only licked me nearly to another orgasm, but he had come all over me again. Now he was gently wiping up my stomach yet again with the warm damp towel. When he finished he said “Why don't you sleep for a little bit. Get your strength back up.”

That sounded great to me. I closed my eyes and was asleep almost immediately.

I was woke up for the second time today by my cunt being fingered. I sighed happily, spread my legs, and opened my eyes, instantly startled to see a fully clothed Andrew there instead of Eric.

“Eric said I should come wake you up” he said. “And bring you out dressed just like you are.”

“Mmmm, okay” I said, struggling to make my eyes clear up.

I walked with Andrew out of our bedroom and saw Eric sitting on the couch. He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I did. Andrew sat just on the other side of me. This felt really nice.

“So, it seem s like you and Andrew had a great time today” Eric said.

“Very much so”

“How do you feel?”

I knew he wasn't asking if I was tired or sore. I knew what he wanted to hear, and this time I was excited to say it. “I feel like a slut. I feel like your slut.”

He smiled and reached over, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it up. I lifted my hips off the couch to allow him to slide it up behind me, and even spread my legs to give both men a great view. It was exciting having them both look at me with lust in their eyes. I was a little surprised though when the dress kept moving. It came all the way over my head and completely off my body.

It was the only thing I had been wearing besides my slutwife anklet and earrings, and I was now completely naked between two completely clothed men. They each put a hand on one of my knees and pulled them wide apart.

“Andrew,” Eric said, “are you ready for more?”

“Definitely.”

“Me too. Annabelle, I think you should start by giving us both hand jobs while we finger you.”

My pussy was drenched now. Something about feeling helpless and sexually desired did that to me. I reached my hands out and rubbed both their cocks through their pants. They helped undo their pants, and I soon had both bare cocks in my hands and was stroking them s l o w l y but firmly. I was beginning to wonder how they were going to finger me. Would they take turns?

Then I felt Eric's finger slip into my pussy and Andrew's hand slid down, his finger entering my ass. “Well, I guess that answers that,” I thought.

The night that followed is one I will never forget.