Chapter 6. Love And Lust Two-On-One On An Ottoman

What I did not know was that they had the same question come up before, with Foxxy the semester before I arrived. They both recalled it during their discussion for the weekend, so their answer was a variation on something from the past.

My husband led us to the guest bedroom where he pointed at the ‘sex-ottoman’ instead of the beds, it had a fairly large area and was set low, we used it sexually in the past. It was actually made in our college town as a piece of sex furniture. The padded area was good for me to recline on and the height was adjustable. If I was on it my husband could fuck any of the three entrances to my body.

Roger saw what Tracy was pointing at and asked, “Spit roast?” Tracy nodded his head in agreement. I felt a shiver run through me. In moments I was on all fours on the ottoman with Roger ready to put himself in my pussy and Tracy set to fill my mouth. They planned to alternate using a timer and to avoid taking their release in my mouth. They would both be inside me together, sharing in the fucking and enjoying every climax the three of us had.

I didn’t know how long the timer was set for, I was not consulted when Roger set it up on his phone. As soon as my husband was in my mouth all the way, Roger grabbed my hips and stuck it in, then he began taking his time with slow out-strokes followed by hard in-strokes. I recognized the action, he was taking what he wanted from my body.

The mylar hung on each of the walls was very effective as a set of mirrors, we all had multiple views of my body as their cocks enjoyed using my entrances at each end. I must admit I looked like a real slut, and Roger’s motion just enhanced the feeling.

When the timer went off they switched holes. They were smooth, they both went around me clockwise like they had done this before. It had been about 10 years, with Foxxy in the center. She did not get Tracy inside her pussy, he just ran his cock along her valley, “didling her clit, with his cock.” But I got the full business, they had no trouble picking up right where the other left off.

For me, the rotation was a complete change of feeling. Roger stuck his cock in my mouth, he was easy on the entry but tried to be masterful taking hold of my head like he was going to control my movement. But his depth was less than half of his shaft. At the other end, when Tracy entered my body, I could feel how his stroke was pure loving affection. Despite what was going on at the other end, he was going to make love to me for a time, with gentle caressings by his hands and loving strokes of his cock I could tell it was him with my eyes closed. He loved me so good for the next two or three minutes. Roger was enjoying me, but I was on autopilot at that end.

They switched again. Again Roger was commanding as he put it to me, he used me harder and with much more energy this time. That was possible because Tracy decided to sit this one out, as it were. Instead of feeding me his cock he got down on his knees in front of me and brought his lips to mine. The contrast between the soft loving kiss and Roger’s physical pounding away on my pussy was mind blowing, I got both at once. Tracy even used his hands to cradle my breasts that would have swung wildly with Roger’s motion. The contrast was thrilling, and it was even better for my husband because he could feel Roger fucking me hard.

While it sounds like Roger was a little rough with me, ‘a little rough’ was precisely what I expected and wanted from him, a little lusty roughness. He was my lusty whore-fucker, and I enjoyed his pounding me like a whore. Tracy did me the same way on occasion, when our mood was right. It was always right for Roger’s visits because I saw him so little. Also, seeing all his dark body hair in the reflections activated something in me, something that was not gentle and loving. Kind of beauty and the beast maybe?

The point is, I had it great, I was enjoyed both of them the way they were doing me, and by having them doing me together I enjoyed it four times as much. It was good to be both the wife and the whore at the same instant, for the two people I wanted to be with the most, as they each enjoyed me as the heart dictated.

There was another rotation. This time Roger wanted me as a face-slut, he did not stick his cock in deep but just worked with his cockhead inside so my lips and my tongue could enjoy licking and sucking, plus he took his cock out and rubbed his shaft all over my face while my tongue reached lewdly for his balls. As usual Tracy was being very loving to my pussy where he was stroking, fanning the flames of the heart-fire in both of us.

It was all very visual and the two guys got to talking about how nasty I looked from different angles, using the crude sexual language from their various post-teenage tribal environments (marines, football squad). It was amazing the language that hormonal young men, without the benefit of female company, can conjure and embrace.

Both guys were planning ahead. I expected them both to cum in my pussy, then it would be lights out and time to sleep. They would be too tired for a shower. After the lights were out the action would eventually continue in the dark as they were able.

At this point Roger’s cock had plenty of my fragrant sex juices plus his distinct musky pre-cum on his cock, he was loading up my face with our combined sexual perfume/musk for my husband to enjoy in his bed as we cuddled and kissed together. Soon those scents would excite Tracy again, he would fuck me in the darkness, and when he finished he would send me to Roger’s bed naked and dripping. Then, he would listen to the wet sounds and pleasured moans as Roger used me in the dark. As he listed and imagined my husband would rest on a pillow that carried my scent and thereby kept his balls at high production.