Third Date as a Whore - Friday
Copyright© 2026 by LolaPaul
Chapter 2. Round 1 Friday Night - serial
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2. Round 1 Friday Night - serial - My third date as a whore was with Roger, our soft-swap buddy from college. I loved my husband but he knew I lusted for Roger. My guy loved me enough to stretch this overnight date to the weekend, with both men each taking their turns pleasuring my body while the other watched. The Friday evening started late, but damn, I got what I wanted from both. It ended with something sinfully naughty.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Swinging Cream Pie Tit-Fucking
Her POV for the rest
I slept most of the day, I knew that my guys would get home late after supper. After the last two sex-filled nights with my husband (Wednesday) and Roger (Thursday) I would need all the sleep I could get during the day Friday for the night play to follow. My body was looking forward to a busy weekend. At about 6 Friday evening I got up to prepare some food for the weekend and take care of some messy personal business. When that was done I took another nap until I got the “home in 15 minutes” text from my husband.
My husband had been busy Thursday night while I was at the hotel with Roger. By moving a lot of furniture he had arranged two queen-sized beds in the guest bedroom, making it a sex room. The beds were next to each other. One was against the wall. The other was within reach for part of it’s length. They were not perfectly parallel, setting them at a slight angle gave more visibility. The feel was similar to his dorm room where we swapped partners across the room a decade ago, except the beds were bigger and there was only one female for the two guys to swap back and forth. The sex room also had a stuffed love seat, a kitchen chair and an ottoman, they were all selected because they worked as sex furniture. Sheets of reflective mylar had been taped to some walls and on the ceiling, they made great mirrors.
The living room also had a sectional modular couch that could be used as a sexual playpen as well.
During the day my husband sent me text messages during the negotiations. As always, it was really the production departments at both ends who were negotiating, with Roger and Tracy carrying on the conversation with proposals they were given. By including the ‘interception’ from Cleveland the sale was big enough to pump up profits for Tracy’s company and by cutting the constraints of their old supplier it opened up some profits for Roger’s firm, so the interception deal was good all around. The last text, sent when they were on the way, was loud enough to wake me. As usual, Tracy had brought me a dessert from the steak place.
To me, the two guys looked like all the treat I needed.
I met the guys at the door to the garage, I was naked so I could rub my goodies on them and encourage some improper handling of my body. Both got long hot kisses with me pressing tight against them, tempting their hands. They handled. Tracy petted my pussy as soon as we embraced. He also gave me the dessert he brought me. It was delicious ... but if I took more than a sip I would get a brain freeze plus I was more interested in getting to the main treats of the weekend. Roger was more hesitant in our house with my husband watching, with my encouragement his hands went to my nipples when we kissed, getting a rise out of them.
As we kissed I reminded the guys that there were no “Alpha” and “Beta” guys this weekend, they were both expected to serve me as their #1 girlfriend and sextoy. “It would get messy, but they were big boys who could lick that up as needed.”
I helped both men undress in the main bedroom, then led Roger by his cock to the guest bedroom shower. He tried to take me in to join him but there simply wasn’t enough room. Still, we were playful and tried. Then I pointed out that I had not handled my husband’s cock since yesterday afternoon but I had spent plenty of time delightfully in Roger’s hands. He allowed that my husband deserved my company, but said that did not make him feel better. “Don’t worry, you and I will spend plenty of time together this weekend, making each other feel good ... and bad ... while he watches and waits his turn.”
Somehow I got wet so I had to dry off, and Roger could not resist a chance to molest me again in that tiny shower. We both played with the other’s good parts. But after some quick fun I escaped Roger’s playful clutches and made my way to my loving husband, allowing him to enjoy the greeting he deserved from his loving wife. After the deep passionate kiss and him working his mouth magic on my nipples he lifted me it his strong arms and got his fingers working their way inside my pleasure slit. In moments I was screaming my pleasure as he tickled my good spots SOOO GOOOOD! I am sure Roger heard me screaming.
After the repeated thrill it was my turn to take over, to clean up the naughty parts of my husband’s body so they were ready for me to taste them. Yum! Good taste!
When we all arrived in the guest bedroom, I saw the two guys standing, naked and erect, next to the beds where they were going to fuck me again and again. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion, the unique combination of love and lust that made this moment possible.
They both looked good to me. Roger was 5 feet 9 inches tall, he had a lot of dark body hair, and he was roughly 7 years older than my husband. Under the lights his face looked older than it should for his age, but in a way that said “wisdom and understanding” instead of just plain old. He still did his marine physical drills, the push-ups, pull-ups, jogging, etc. every day when he was at home, so his muscles were real. The rigors of his job and regular life in the airport terminal had added a little weight around the middle, but no more than 15 pounds. Given his age he was still in great shape.
Tracy looked better, and not just because he was younger. Unlike Roger, who’s life on the road took a lot out of a person, my husband almost never traveled for work, and when we traveled for pleasure I had my Piper so we skipped the hassle of airport terminals and fast food. At 6 foot 2 my husband was trim and muscular, he looked like he could still start at safety for his college football team. In college the coach got him started on weights, more for reps and endurance than for max weight. The job also supported an active life, including an exercise course and a running trail on the grounds. He worked out most days at the office gym, and while he ran less often, he could still go 100 yards or ten miles faster than anybody his age in the company, they held regular competitions. Younger guys might beat him in the sprints, and a few bigger guys could lift more, and one younger guy (who I think was half gazelle) did steeplechases on a college scholarship, could beat him for distance. But in any combined event he was the champion and second was not close.
I moved between them, pulling them both close to sandwich my body. Roger was in back of me. Before the clinch got too tight I moved Roger’s hands, one to my pussy and the other to my tits as he nibbled my ear and cheek. As Roger’s goosebumps covered my arms I pulled my husband into a very deep passionate kiss, one where our tongues met before our lips did. One of Tracy’s hands went to my ass, boldly teasing my rosebud. The guys worked smoothly into a ‘playing with her together’ mood which I had never experienced before, but their smoothness said they had some practice at it, like they had done this before. I imagined it was from the one semester when I finished high school while Tracy was the college football hero. That Fall they both shared foreplay with Foxxy’s body most weekends. Roger and Foxxy were both generous with her shapely body. While Tracy stopped short of fucking her, he was very nice to her with kisses and fingers. He actually first met Foxxy in the dorm wing’s shower. (No, it was not intended to be coed, but nobody would kick Foxxy out.) I knew Foxxy liked to feel the hands and lips of two men on her body. Tracy was 18 at the time, and had Roger’s blessing for anything up to penetration, so of course they enjoyed each other.
The result of their past was that I got a overwhelming sensation that I was completely surrounded by their strength and rampant desire for my body. I felt two erect oozing cocks pressing against my flesh, and both sets of lips enjoying me, while all four hands enjoyed what they wanted everywhere they touched me while giving me the thrills I longed for. Did it get better than this?
After a few minutes I turned around in their arms so I was kissing Roger. They adjusted easily to the change, moving their hands to suit themselves and me in the new position. More and more I felt spoiled, like the child who did not have to choose just one treat. Well, I didn’t have to, this weekend was going to be very nice for me and my kitty. This was fun for me and them!
As they took turn kissing and holding me they did feel different. With my husband I felt his love and happiness even as he shared me with Roger. It was a gift to me and I felt the love flowing from him with the gift. Then when Roger kissed me I felt his passion, the sexual desire he had kept in for so long flared. He did not love me, maybe he was not the type of guy to share me if he did. But I was the wife of his best friend, and if I wanted his lust he was glad to give me that. He was glad to take his turns enjoying my body and fucking me in every hole I had. What Roger did with my body, pleasuring me while it cost my husband nothing. In fact it was damn entertaining, he compared it to watching a favorite porno star.
I liked the “sandwich sex play” so much I turned around a few times, just soaking in the desire they both gave me, until finally my husband made a move. Picking me up easily he placed me on his bed. Like a football play they were both in position when I hit the bed. When I turned my head to the side Roger’s cock was right there by my mouth. At the same time my husband moved over me and his cock moved to my creaming pussy. I didn’t object. Both cockheads - but just the cockheads - slipped into my body. Touchdown! They enjoyed my hospitality for a few moments of wonderful “I am going to be fucked now” pleasure.
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