Third Date as a Whore - Friday
Copyright© 2026 by LolaPaul
Chapter 5. Round 2 Friday Night - Timer Tag
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5. Round 2 Friday Night - Timer Tag - 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
We have an L-shaped sectional couch in the living room, and the guys were sitting across the corner from each other on that couch when I decided to make things interesting. Standing in front of both of them, I slipped my shorts off, slid into a pose where my pussy was sticking out, and wondered aloud if it was time for round 2. They both got out of their shorts quickly, I used the distraction to set the timer on my phone. I said I wanted them to stay where they were while I enjoyed myself for a bit.
Once they were both naked I did the “eenie-meenie-miney-moe...” thing to pick who I would pleasure first. Roger won so I went to my knees between his thighs and took the tip of his cock in my mouth.
My husband was right next to us, sitting at a 90 degree angle, so he had a profile view of my body and my mouth as I sucked, licked, lipped and generally pleasured his buddies cock.
When the timer went off I switched guys, I turned and moved between Tracy’s thighs where I gave my husband’s cock the same oral treatments while giving Roger a profile view. But to reassure Roger and keep him up I wrapped a hand lightly around his shaft and gently stroked him to keep him interested.
When the timer went off again I wrapped my hand around Tracy’s shaft as I moved my mouth back to Roger. This time I got nastier, taking his cock deeper into my mouth, rubbing the shaft along my face and ducking my head down to where I began extending my tongue to make a visual treat of licking his balls.
“Fuck, you look like a dirty mouth-slut,” my husband said.
I wanted to say “thank you,” but could not respond, my mouth was full. So I shook my ass. The comment made me feel good, it was just what I was going for.
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