Fucking The Handyman, Part Two (The Threesome)

Mark couldn’t make our “date” for Saturday night, since he was going to be at an out-of-town wedding reception with his wife. So we set it up for Friday night and PROMISED him that we’d have him home by midnight. Mark’s wife has always liked Mac so she had no problem with this at all. Told him to have fun. Little did she know how much fun Mark was about to have.

Needless to say Friday turned out to be a VERY LONG day, so I helped pass the time by doing a little shopping! My first trip to Victoria’s Secret had been pretty tame; all I bought was a push-up bra and a matching thong. This time, however, I splurged and bought a handful of skimpy G-strings (in different colors), a powder blue satin nightshirt with spaghetti straps (that barely covers my round bottom), a nude-colored lace “teddy” that just reaches the tops of my pubes, and a full-length see-through nightgown in bridal veil white (very elegant). Hubby and I maintain separate checking accounts (I work part-time at the local library), so he’ll never know about any of this stuff. As I’d mentioned in a reply to a reader of one of my earlier posts, he’s never been turned on by lingerie; he’s always been a “total nudity” kind of guy.

I tried on each outfit at home and paraded around the house in them, but the one that made me the wettest was the powder blue nightshirt—in the way the satin rubbed against my swollen nipples as I walked, and the way my long legs looked in the mirror when I had it on. Right then and there I decided that, bright and early tomorrow morning, I was going to put this on and walk down our driveway across the street to retrieve the morning paper. So what if any of my neighbors see me or if anybody drives by? I SAY LET THEM LOOK.

I picked up Mac and Mark at Mac’s place around 5:30 p.m. and we headed out to dinner. I had never met Mark so it was nice to sit and talk and get to know him better over a burger and a few beers. It was just a sports bar so no need to dress up; all I had on was a t-shirt that says OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, Mac’s favorite denim mini-skirt, and a pair of sandals.

When we got back to my house, I told the boys that I was going upstairs to change. I told them to make themselves at home with cold beer in the fridge and whiskey in the pantry. I knew exactly what I was going to be wearing when I came back downstairs—my new full-length, flowing, see-through white nightgown with absolutely nothing on underneath. I figured, since I am now officially a slut, I would be their slutty bride.

I descended the stairs slowly and I could hear them talking between swigs of beer and laughing in our family room. I was actually a little surprised to find them still dressed; I’d been fantasizing all day about the two of them groping each other on the couch in the nude. Over dinner, after meeting Mark and talking to him, these fantasies only intensified. Oh well.

When I entered the room, their conversation came to a screeching halt and Mark’s jaw dropped as his eyes scanned the full length of my body—my large brown nipples, the curve of my hips, my full brunette bush, and my long lithe legs visible beneath my gown. Mark’s gaze, with Mac smiling at both of us, made me feel so beautiful.

Mark was sitting on my husband’s easy chair; Mac was across the room sitting on our leather love seat. I walked up to Mark and sat back on my heels before him in order to take off his shoes and socks. While I was doing this, Mark quickly pulled off his t-shirt and began unbuckling his belt and fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. He arched his back and lifted his ass off the chair in order to get his pants down around his knees; he seemed to be struggling with all of this so I reached up and yanked his pants down around his ankles before pulling them off completely. He was wearing boxers and was at full attention. I couldn’t help but notice that Mark had very little body hair; he was totally smooth and very skinny. I pulled off the boxer shorts; Mark’s cock isn’t as big as Mac’s (average length but with a large mushroom head) and he had a full tuft of brown pubes (not close cropped like Mac’s). His scrotum, on the other hand, was fucking huge and completely hairless; I could see his jewels churning in their separate sacks in anticipation of what I was about to do. Mark was now completely naked, relaxing in my husband’s favorite chair right in front of me.

I helped Mark on with his condom and then climbed onto his lap. I had to bunch my new nightgown up around my waist so that I could wrap my thighs around Mark’s hips when I sat down onto his erection. Once he was inside of me, I let my nightgown fall back down around me. I squirmed and wriggled and ground my hips against Mark’s pelvis. He reached up and started pulling on my breasts through my nightgown; by now my nipples were rock hard and VERY sensitive and the feel of the sheer nightgown fabric brushing against them drove me CRAZY. I began kissing Mark passionately with wet, open-mouth kisses full of my tongue. Mark’s lips were soft and wide as he tongued me back. His mouth tasted like beer.

I could hear Mac undressing behind us. At first he simply stood by the easy chair stroking himself, watching me make love to his best friend. When I finally looked up at him he was smiling back at me and mouthed the words “I love you.” I mouthed “I love you” back. I arched my back while Mark pawed my hips, my belly, my arms, my breasts. So delicious.

Mac walked over to the pantry and got the tub of Crisco Shortening that I’d used for fist-fucking him earlier in the week. Instead of using his hand to lube himself up, however, he simply stuck his hard cock into the tub and stirred it all around. He then told me to lean forward into Mark so that he could get a good look at my asshole. He dragged his greasy cockhead up and down the length of my crack before pressing it against my bung. And then he began to slowly push. I gasped and let out a little cry. In a reply to a reader of my first post I’d wondered if having a cock in my pussy and another one in my asshole at the same time would be uncomfortable but it really wasn’t. Finding myself sandwiched between two good looking guys and feeling their hard cocks inside of me at the same time made me feel incredibly sexy and incredibly desirable.

Mark came first. He started grunting and his upward thrusts into me became more pronounced. Mac could tell he was on the brink so he buried himself completely inside of me and just held it there while Mark ejaculated.

Mac pulled out of me and helped me get up off of Mark’s cock. Such a gentleman! He told Mark to pull off his used condom and to get down on all fours. Still greased up from the buttfucking he gave me, Mac asked me if I’d like to guide his cock into Mark’s bung and of course I told him that I’d love to. As his cock slowly entered Mark’s behind the same way it had mine, I started nibbling on Mac’s ear (this REALLY gets him going!) and whispering how much I adored him. Then I walked around to where Mark was now hunkered down onto his elbows and spread my legs wide in front of him; I grabbed hold of his hair and pushed him down into my dripping pussy. I was so wet that my inner thighs were glistening from all the juices that had dribbled out of me while I was on the chair. Mark wasted no time in finding my clit and sucked on it while he caressed my outer thigh with one hand and finger-fucked me with the other. My eyes were locked onto Mac’s; I so wanted us to cum at the same time.

Mac’s thrusts into Mark came faster and harder, while my muscular thighs clamped down hard around Mark’s skull with all of my strength. By now Mark had stopped finger-fucking me and was holding onto the tops of my thighs as he burrowed his tongue deeper and deeper into my snatch with every thrust that Mac made. Mac grunted that he was about to cum and I panted “me, too!” As Mac exploded inside of Mark’s rectum, I let out a loud, guttural moan and gushed all over Mark’s face.

We were just getting up off of the floor when my cell phone rang. It was hubby calling to check in from his business trip in California. He apologized for calling so late (said he’d been out to dinner with some colleagues) and asked if he’d woken me up. I told him, no, that I was just getting ready for bed.

An all the while that I was talking to him, Mark was running his tongue up and down the length of my ass crack while Mac was running his tongue up and down my now-extended labia, up and over my swollen clit. I was on the verge of cumming a second time, so I told hubby that I had to go because I was super, super tired.

Sweet dreams.

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