Wendy's World
Copyright© 2024 by wendyk52
Part 3
Erotica Sex Story: Part 3 - I was a guidance counselor for freshmen college students. It was a very rewarding job, leading young minds, making sure they were on the correct path in life. But I grew tired of the everyday, grind of working around these young men and women who didn't often listen to my more experienced council. More specifically, the problem I began having was, that I found myself attracted to all of these young, virile men.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cheating Slut Wife Gang Bang Interracial Black Male White Female Exhibitionism
Chapter 1
When I get home from the warehouse fuck, I go shower and lay down. I still feel overwhelmed by the bawdy day with two scrumptious cocks. I text them both that I got home and didn’t have a problem with the cop, he had fallen for my lie. I strip off my shorts and blouse and slip into the shower. After drying off, I fall into bed for a quick nap. There’s is still no message from Mack, my husband but both guys text me back that they are looking forward to coming over and hanging out by the pool. The thought of them coming over helps me to drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, it’s been about 2 hours and I feel refreshed. I dress in some slinky lingerie. A nice matching black bralette and open panel panties with stockings and 4” heels. I put on a sheer georgette cover, I fix my hair and apply some light make-up. After I finish I head towards the kitchen. On my way, I check my phone and see that Mack has text me that he is running late but should be home in an hour. He sent it 30 minutes ago. I start some dinner and pour myself a glass of wine. I make Mack and me a Panini. I am just finishing up with Mack’s seared steak, smoked cheddar cheese, lettuce, vine-ripened tomatoes, red onions with some creamy horseradish sauce on Panera bread, when he walks through the door.
He gives me a double take when he sees what I’m wearing and that I have dinner ready for him. He apologizes for being late. I tell him not to worry about it. After fixing himself a stiff drink, he sits down at the dining room table and we eat together. I finish my salad before he’s does his sandwich. I go and refill his drink. My robe opens a bit when I sit back down. He notices a bruise on my breast.
“What happened there Wen?”
I look down and see a finger shaped bruise on my breast. “I don’t know. I must have bumped into something. I went to the gym today, maybe I got it there. Do you want to go out to the pool and enjoy the cool evening?” I say changing the subject.
We head out to the backyard. I spend a lot of time out here tending the flower beds and the pool. It’s a nice area, very secluded and private. We have a large 20 meter pool with a half circle Jacuzzi area right off the pool. It’s only about 5’ deep in the center and sloping up to 3’ at each end. We have a volleyball net that goes in the middle and used to have tons of parties and have some wild water volleyball games. But since Mack has been working so much, we haven’t had a party in ages.
Mack lights the outdoor patio heater and I turn the yard sconces on. We sit at the patio table and sip our drinks. It’s been forever since we have done this. I secretly wonder if I am trying to make up for all of my philandering. I love Mack. He’s been a good provider and a loving husband but I have always been a needy woman. We talk some about his work and tells me that he feels that they are finally making some headway and maybe he won’t have to work so much soon. We talk about having a pool party soon. My mind is drifting off to a pool party I’d like to have with some of the skater guys.
I find myself slipping a finger between my thighs while Mack is talking. I’m starting to feel a buzz from the 4 glasses of wine I’ve had. I ask Mack if he’d like to sit in the Jacuzzi. He says that is sounds nice and gets up to go put his bathing suit on. I stand and stop him. Taking my hands, I start to unbutton his shirt.
“Wendy, what’s gotten into you? You’re going to wear me out. We’ve had more sex in the past few days then we’ve had in weeks.”
“I’m just a wanton slut Mack.” I say seductively.
“Maybe I need to call in some re-enforcements.”
“MMMmmm do you have anyone in mind? That sounds so tempting.”
We both slip out of our clothes and get into the Jacuzzi and sit next to each other. Mack takes me in his arms and I snuggle in the crook of his neck. I feel a hum starting in my core. It feels good to have skin on skin contact with the man I love, even if I spent the day sucking and fucking two studly younger men.
“You’re incorrigible. The guys are coming over tomorrow to watch the game and maybe play some poker. I’m not sure if they’re going to be safe with you around,” he laughs.
“MMMmmm do you want me to be you’re slutty waitress?”
“Would you like to do something like that?”
“I would if you wanted it too.” My mind is racing with thoughts of having an orgy with a bunch of Mack’s friends. I’ve known most of them for years and they’re always looking me over when they are here.
I can see the lustful thoughts going through his mind. He has no idea how much I would love to be surrounded by cocks.
“Do you need me to refresh of your drink honey?”
“That would be great. If you don’t mind.”
“Anything for you dear and I mean a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.”
I slip out of the water and bend over to pick up his glass. I stay there bending over, giving him a good look at my swollen labia. His groan is enough for me to know that I still have him wrapped around my finger. I saunter back into the house and fill both our glasses. I see from the reflection of the glass that his eyes are eating me up. I pride myself on keeping my body trim and fetching. A shudder goes through me I come back outside. I make sure my breasts have an indecent wobble as I make my way back to the Jacuzzi.
“Thanks sweety. You’re looking so hot tonight. The thought of a room full of horny men must have you going.”
“I have all kinds of thoughts honey. And yes, the thought of having all of the attention of a bunch of horny men does get me wet.”
When I get back in his arms again, I reach over and take his erect cock in my hand and stroke it. He is not as big as the two I had today but he has always gotten me off in so many ways. He leans in and kisses me. I wrap my hand around his cock and cup his balls. His hand cups my breast as I moan in his mouth. Our tongues swirl around as he pushes his deeper into my mouth. I give his cock a good squeeze. He groans into my mouth.
He finally lifts me out on the edge of the tub and goes between my thighs and starts to lick my swollen lips, licking and sucking them into his mouth. His finger slips between them and curls up and touches the spongy area of my G-spot. I throw my head back in raptured bliss. My pussy is still sore from the rough fucking I received earlier today. But I relish in the soreness. I whimper with his delicate lapping of my pussy. The spasms wash over me as he licks and fingers me to an enthralling orgasm. When I finally calm back down, I take his hand and lead him inside and into our bedroom. I thoroughly fuck him silly. The entire time I’m thinking about what will happen tomorrow when the guys come over to watch the game.
Chapter 2: Poke Her Night
I slept late on Sunday morning. When I get up Mack has already gone to the store to pick up some stuff for the game today. I have a text from Jason telling me he needs to come by and pick up the skateboards. I text him back telling him where I live. He says he’d by right over. I get up and get myself together. It isn’t long before I meet him at my car and give him the boards. We talk for a few minutes. I explain why he can’t stay long, that Mack should be back any minute. He kisses me sweetly and leaves.
Mack gets back about 15 minutes later. I have breakfast ready when he comes in. We sit down and have a discussion about what he thinks should happen today. He says that he didn’t want me to do anything until after the game. That he knows the guys wouldn’t want to be bothered while the game was on. I don’t think that is the case but I respect his wishes. I tell him I will lay out by the pool and get some sun while the game is on and be out of their hair. He tells me it seems like a good plan to him.
By the time the guys start to arrive. I have already gotten into the skimpiest bikini I own along with some 4” heels. I knew the heels were a little over the top but I’m looking for attention. Just as the game is about to start I walk past them in the living room. To say that I turned every head in the room would be a gross understatement. It could have been the last 30 seconds of the Super Bowl and those guys would have missed it for what I was showing them. The thought of showing them more later, has my pussy wet with breathless anticipation. I saunter out the back door and out to the pool.
Once out there I pull a lounge chair over to where no one can actually see me laying out from the house. I stripped off my bikini and started rubbing some lotion into my skin. While I rub the lotion in I am thinking about all of the hands that will be on me later. My nipples tighten at the thought. I feel tingles in my sex as I rub lotion into my freshly shaven pussy. I normally leave a little runway but today it is as clean as the day I was born. I shudder as I let my fingers linger there a little longer. I finally lay back and soak up some sun.
After about an hour I get up and dive into the pool to cool my skin off. I do a few laps. The cool water feels good. When I girt out I dry off and reapply the lotion. I turn over on my back and lay there for another hour. When I finish, I slip my bikini back on and go inside to get a glass of water. The thin fabric clings tightly to my wet skin. I open the fridge and get a bottle of water. I’m getting a glass and filling it with ice when Mike walks into the kitchen.
He eyes my scantily covered body. He brushes up against me as he leans into the fridge to retrieve another beer.
“Hey there Big Mike. How’s the game going?” I have always wondered why they called him Big Mike. I was hoping it was for the obvious reason.
“We’re ahead by two touchdowns and there’s only 5 minutes to go. I think we have it tied down.”
“MMMmmm I wouldn’t mind being tied down.” I said teasingly.
“Where have you been? I’d much rather watch you then the game.”
“Ah that’s so sweet. I didn’t want to be a distraction and make you guys miss the game.” I took a piece of ice and rubbed it against my top around my hardened nipple. It perks up quickly. I can’t help but notice Mike’s eyes catching every move. I rub it against the other nipple until they’re both hard enough to cut glass. I can see the growing bulge in Mike’s jeans and my assumption of where he got his name were correct. He is sporting a monster cock. I lick my lips seductively and reach for the bulge.
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