The third guy I'd picked out at the bar was sitting on the couch having trouble getting it up. He was nervous, but at least he came. The first two I talked to were paranoid that they were being set up or something when I asked if they'd like to fuck me in front of my husband. If anyone knows who John Ryan is, one of the guys said I'm not going to be John Ryan or get John Ryan'd. If he said it once, which he did, he said it five times. "I'm not going to end up like John Ryan." I was drunk and lost count.

The second guy just didn't believe me when I said my husband was not only into it, but was excited about seeing me get screwed back up in our room. We were at a casino and I think he just wanted to keep playing. Gambling over sex is something I don't think I'll ever understand.

I laid it on thick with guy 3. I was hoping he'd return the favor, if you know what I'm saying. I could see his potential while he was sitting there with his pants down. I felt that potential on the dance floor in that little bar tucked in the corner. He wasn't living up to it now that it was his time to shine.

I was kneeling down on the floor in front of him. I put him back in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head. He got firmer. He got bigger. But not firm enough. There's never big enough. ;-)

I leaned back up, decided to try something else, and slipped my shirt straps off each shoulder. I pulled my arms out and pushed my shirt down. I was wearing a front fastener bra so I didn't have to reach back to undo it and push my tits out while I unfastened myself. I pushed them out after I got it off. I ran my hands up my rib cage and pushed them up just a little while giving them a soft squeeze. I ran my hands up his bare thighs and then did it all over again. This time I squeezed a little harder to make sure a little mass was visible between my fingers, along with my rock hard nipples.

They were hard because I was ready. I wanted this guy to be. I didn't, and still don't, know his name!

He was getting there. I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but hadn't done anything like this. He'd not had a man he didn't know sitting in a chair that was just out of arm's length of where he was going fuck that same man's wife. I think he was waiting for it to all be a prank.

After I climbed up on the couch and straddled him he began to figure out it wasn't a prank and that I meant business. Why me sucking his cock for a few minutes didn't convince him, I don't know. My tits in his face seemed to be working. After every few licks and kisses that gave them, I'd reach down and could tell he was finally coming around. After the third time I reached down and felt him harder then than the last time I'd done it, I started to stroke him even though I didn't have much room to move my hand.

Still it was enough. I said, "You're ready," and climbed my way back off of him. Standing right in front of him, I pushed my skirt down, then off. After stepping out of it, I squatted down and picked it up, tossed it over toward my husband. I missed him, but he leaned over the side of his chair to pick it up. I made brief eye contact with him as I climbed back up on the couch and put a knee on each side of the strange man that was sitting on it.

Then I sat on his cock. I was wet. It went right in. Things were awkward until I rolled off of him so that he could get his pants completely off. He couldn't move well with them still pulled up almost to his knees and trapped against the couch. Once he sat back down, so did I.

I used to grind a lot. As I've gotten older, I've been more of a bouncer when I'm on top. But this felt like a perfect time to thrust my hips. I'm glad I did. I had very light, but very quick, orgasm. I doubt he even knew. Honestly, barely did. It happened, but wasn't nearly enough. I needed to take advantage of this guy's cock. It was definitely above average, but not freakishly so.

I went back to bouncing. It's easier to do that leaning forward. When I did, the guy finally let go. Probably too much. My nipples are still sore. He licked them, he sucked them, and he also bit them. One of the times he did it, it wasn't a nibble. He clamped down pretty hard. I liked it at first. I almost had to stop bouncing at one point, but figured if I bounced more, faster, and harder, he wouldn't be able to keep them in his mouth. I stopped moving my hips at all and moved my body up and down as fast as I could. I was right. My tits were flopping enough to keep him from being able to keep biting them.

I don't know if that made him bored, but after a couple of minutes he stopped me and told me to put my arms on the arm of the couch. "You want me on all fours?" I asked.

"Yeah. Doggie." was his reply.

My husband finally spoke up. "No...no."

I was shocked. Had he lost his nerve? Gotten jealous? This wasn't like him.

"Wrong end." he said.

I realized the mistake I'd made. I put my arms on the other end of the couch so I was facing him. My husband said later that he didn't want to see some guys ass move back and forth and hear him screwing me. He wanted to see me getting screwed and, really, the faces I was making while it was happening.

The started living up to that potential I mentioned. His nice, thick dick found my pussy. He slid it in and out of me, but I guess was trying to take it easy for some reason. At first he never thrusted deep enough or hard enough to make any sound or my ass jiggle. About the time I started getting frustrated by it, he got into a groove, so to speak. Soon, my grunts could barely be heard over the "THAP, THAP, THAP" his groin was making on my upper thighs and ass cheeks. I could feel his balls swinging and hitting me too. That stopped after a couple of minutes. I didn't feel his cock getting any harder or bigger but his balls were getting high and tight. He was going to cum sooner rather than later.

I'd been looking at my husband almost the whole time. He said it was REALLY hot to see my red hair, that I grown out to the point where it was hanging down on each side of my face covering my shoulders, swaying back and forth from the force of the guys thrusts. He's spent the last 24 hours trying to convince me to cancel the appointment I've made to have it cut short again! I'm not going to give in on that, but I'm glad we got an experience in when it added to his visual enjoyment.

I asked him, "Where do you want him to cum, babe?"

"Is he about there?"

"I think so..." I answered.

The guy heard us. "You're right. It won't be long. Fuck!"

He was getting into it now. THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! But those noises got lost as I got louder and he started breathing a LOT heavier. Finally I started feeling his cock get rock hard. Whatever had been bothering him earlier wasn't a problem now. He got a little thicker too. He was almost there.

My husband hadn't answered. He was too distracted. I asked again, but it was getting harder to talk. "Where do...UHHHH...Where should he....AHHHHH...cum....where should...UGGHH...UHHH....UGGH...he cum?"

I took his answer and ran with it. I timed it as best I could. I pulled off this guys cock and flung myself around as fast as I could. The guy was a bit surprised, "What? What? Why...Uhhhh...WHAT...Uhhh..." I think I cost him some sensation. I feel bad about that, but he also got to see what was left of his cum run off and down between my tits. It even got on my shirt that was still pushed down to just under my tits, wrapping my ribs. For the first time ever, at least that I remember, my husband had said he wanted the guy I was fucking in front of him to cum on my face. I wasn't able to make that happen for him.

My husband hadn't gotten off yet. My first orgasm only barely qualified. After some conversation, we decided that the guy would have a second round with me if he get it back up again. To help him with that, and let me have a better release, I said I'd play with myself in front of them for a while. After the guy and I both had taken trips to the bathroom, I laid back on the bed. I put my heels flat on the mattress and let my knees drift apart. I fucked myself with my own fingers for about ten minutes in full view of my husband and this man I didn't know. They could both see right between my legs and everything I was doing to myself.

Then I got what I needed. When I felt that little tingle in my foot, I knew I was getting close. It was a slow build. I think it was because of my small climax from when we started. But it felt so good when I came. I'm sure it disappointed the two men watching me, but I couldn't my legs apart once I started cumming. My thighs clamped on my hand, but I was able to move my fingers enough to get the full sensation all the way through.

After a few minutes of rest, and a little water, my husband said needed to fuck me. The guy wasn't ready. He wouldn't be for the rest of the time he stayed in the room, which was just long enough for him to watch my husband fuck me the same way he did, just on the bed instead of on the end of the couch. I asked my husband if he wanted to add to what the other guy had done to my chest. He said yes, but couldn't resist just continuing to pound me from behind when he got close. I felt him cum SO MUCH inside my pussy.

We'd forgotten to get more towels after I used them to clean my tits earlier. The guy was nice enough to go get some for us, but he literally leaned around the corner and tossed them to us as he said he was going to go back to his room. He'd gotten dressed between sessions, had jacked himself a little while my husband fucked me, but I guess had zipped back up when he went to get the towels. One of the reasons we never even knew his name was because he bailed so quickly on us!

It was sort of a strange ending to the night. But we'd gotten our thrills and gotten off. After I showered, my husband decided he needed to as well. I fell asleep while he was in there because the next thing I remember was waking up the next morning pretty hung over and with sore nipples!