Even with Two Husbands She Wanted More—and Younger

I have to say that turning forty didn’t really bother me, since I still have pretty much the same figure I had when I graduated from high school. I did add a cup size, so that I now measure 34C-23-33, and I weigh in at 106, two pounds heavier than I was then. I have good genes, and never having had a baby had a lot to do with it, too.

I married Ron, my high school sweetheart, when I was eighteen, and twenty-four years later we’re still very much in love—although we did add another member to our family about four years ago, when Ron’s good friend Ezra moved in with us and became my second husband. Ron and I have always had an active sex life, but from the beginning he accepted the fact that I was more than one man could handle. I had many lovers over the years, but always with my husband’s knowledge and consent. But as we got a little older, Ron suggested we find a permanent lover for me, and together we chose Ezra. Of course, we couldn’t be legally married, but Ezra and I went on a honeymoon and fucked like teenagers for a week before returning to unite with Ron.

For several years I was very content with this arrangement, and I enjoyed being envied by those of my girlfriends who knew about my lifestyle. For the first time in my life I found myself rebuffing passes from other men instead of catching them with open legs, and I found it exciting to leave a man wanting me rather than just having had me. Four years of being a faithful wife was unheard of for me, even though it was to two men rather than one, and I must say I was rather proud of it. I generally slept with Ron and Ezra on alternate nights, but I always gave the one who’d be sleeping alone a special treat before joining my partner for the night. Of course there were also times when the two of them took me together, and those were the times I enjoyed most.

Last fall my parents decided to retire to Florida from their lifelong home in the northern Rockies, and in the spring my dad called me to ask if I would get their motor home out of storage and drive it down there, so they could explore the southeast states. Ron and Ezra were a bit apprehensive about my making the trip alone, but neither of them could get away for the two weeks the trip would take. We thought about hiring a professional driver but found it to be more costly than it was worth.

We were discussing this one day when our friend Jan was visiting. She said her son Evan had just been laid off from his job as a truck driver. He’d found another job, but it didn’t start for six weeks, and she thought he might be willing to go with me. Ron and I remembered Evan as a young kid, but now he was twenty-two. Ron said it sounded like a good idea and told Jan to ask him.

Later that night I teasingly told the guys that it might not be a good idea to send me off for two weeks with a handsome young man like Evan, who was probably just as horny as I always was. They looked at each other and smiled. Then they told me they had already talked about that and decided it just might be a good idea for me to kick over the traces with a young stud, as long as it was temporary and I would remember to come back to them when it was over.

Jan called the next day and said Evan had agreed to go, and ten days later he and I set out in my Jeep, since it would be easy to tow behind the motor home. I wore jeans and a long-sleeved blouse to fend off the cool morning air after spending a couple of steamy hours screwing both my husbands before leaving. They’d both been hornier than usual, and afterward they’d encouraged me to relax and enjoy myself with Evan, and to tell them all about it when I returned.

By eleven o’clock it was getting hot, so when we stopped for fuel I went to the ladies’ room and changed into a short denim skirt and a crop top. I knew my young friend would surely manage to get an eyeful of the clinging crotch of my light blue panties under the brief skirt. His eyes just about popped out when I rejoined him. He held the car door for me as I got in, and I deliberately let my skirt ride up to give him a quick crotch shot.

Evan’s previously shy and respectful attitude started changing after that, and he became quite flirty, and even a little touchy. Toward evening I mentioned that we should find a place to spend the night, after ten hours on the road. Since I was paying all expenses, he suggested that I pick the place. I chose a nice motel with a pool, and he waited while I checked us in. I got us one room with two beds. I wasn’t actually intending to screw him that first night, but a little teasing never hurt, and I wanted to give him a chance to get to know me a little more intimately.

Evan was surprised when he learned we’d be sharing a room, but I told him he’d better get used to being close to me, since we’d be damn close in the motor home, and besides, I was old enough to be his mother. He came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders, saying, “Well, you might be my mom’s age, but you look like you’re at least fifteen years younger.”

I thanked him for the compliment and removed his hands, telling him to go get some ice while I put my swimsuit on so I could cool off in the pool. When he was gone, I put on a yellow two-piece suit that enhanced my breasts and molded itself to my curvy little ass and the promising mound between my legs. I knew that when it got wet, the suit would ride up enough to expose tufts of red pubic hair at the juncture of my thighs.

There were only a couple of young girls in the pool, plus an older man sitting in a lounge chair, who watched every move I made while rubbing his crotch. Evan stayed close to me and took full advantage of the display I was giving him, and I made it better by not tugging my suit down once.

After swimming we walked across the street to eat and have a few cold beers before going back to the room.

There I got ready for bed, changing into a T-shirt and white semi-transparent bikini panties that left little to the imagination. I then stood in front of the dresser, brushing out my hair, while providing Evan a good view of my charms. I was enjoying teasing him, but it was also turning me on, and if he had made any kind of serious move I would have spread my legs in a heartbeat. But he just stared at my ass and the mirrored reflection of my bush until I slipped into my bed.

Evan turned out the lights before stripping down to his underwear, but enough light seeped into the room so that I could see the erection tenting his boxers as he got into bed. We lay there in silence for some time, and he must have thought I was asleep, for after a while I could see the covers on his bed moving up and down slowly.

“Evan,” I said softly, “are you masturbating?”

The movement stopped instantly, and even in the dimness I could almost see him blushing. “It’s okay,” I told him. “Is it because of me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a strained voice. “But I haven’t been with a woman since I broke up with my last girlfriend. And seeing you in just those panties and that top, I—well, it just got me—I mean—”

“It’s okay,” I said again. Then, after a pause, I said, “Can you keep a secret, Evan?”

“Sure,” he replied. “What is it?”

“Well, there isn’t one yet,” I said. “But there would be if I helped you out with my hands. Would you like that, Evan?”

I heard him gasp. “Are you serious?” he breathed.

I turned back my covers. “Come over here and let me see what I can do for you,” I said. I could see in the dim light that he had removed his shorts and was fully erect as he joined me and pressed his body against my side. Feeling his cock throbbing against my thigh made hot juices begin to flow freely between my legs. “My, did I really cause this?” I said as I slowly stroked his rigid cock.

“To tell you the truth,” Evan said, “I’ve practically been walking around with an erection ever since I found out I might make this trip with you. You might have a lot more experience than me, but you’re about the most desirable woman I know. So believe me, this isn’t the first hard-on you’ve given me!”

I kissed him tenderly and then told him to roll over on his back and enjoy this. I turned the bedside lamp on low and then knelt by his loins, examining his throbbing cock. It was easily eight inches long and thicker than that of either of my men back home. But what really caught my eye was the lust-swollen head. Its rim extended half an inch beyond the shaft all around, giving it the appearance of a purple apple sitting on top of a pole.

I encircled that cock with both hands and began stroking it slowly from the base to the big head, causing a large droplet of precome to ooze from the half-inch slit. I smeared it all over the glans, making his cock twitch even more, paying no attention to his pleas for me to pump it harder. When he reached up to fondle my breast through my T-shirt, I let go of his cock long enough to remove the shirt, baring my breasts for him to enjoy. My hands worked their magic slowly, teasingly, deliberately frustrating his obvious desire to come.

I kept him teetering on the edge for another five minutes as he fondled my tits. Then, as I’d expected, his hand dropped to my thigh and slowly inched its way upward until he grazed the wet crotch of my panties with his fingertips, and at that point his cock jerked uncontrollably and exploded.

I was fascinated by the amount of semen that spurted out of his dick as the strong pulses of his orgasm racked his body. When he was finished we cuddled for a few minutes before I cleaned him up with a warm cloth. As I did so his hand once again found its way to my wet crotch.

I had really intended to just give him a handjob and send him back to his bed, making him wait until the next night before actually fucking him; but as his fingers danced all around my sensitive cunt lips and my clit through the thin panties while I watched him quickly become erect again, my resolution weakened.

Evan instinctively sensed that I was his now, and I didn’t resist as he rolled me onto my back and removed my panties, preparing to go down on me. He didn’t dive in as most men do, but slowly worked his way up my thighs, teasing me as I had teased him. But once his tongue parted my slick labia to delve into the nectar flowing from my pussy, there was no more teasing. He probed deeply into my cunt and then licked the full length of it before circling my swollen clit twice with his tongue. I was so aroused from handling his cock and watching him come that I gushed in his face as my climax hit. He gave me a moment to enjoy it, then took me to heaven two more times before moving up and positioning his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy. Then he paused, holding his prick between my splayed labia while he asked me if I wanted to go all the way.

I grasped the cheeks of his ass, saying, “Yes, Evan. Don’t talk. Just fuck me! I need you to fuck me right now!” Then I let out a gasp as his huge cockhead popped past my tight entrance. “Oh my God, that feels good!” I moaned as he slowly fed his dick into my pussy. I pulled my knees up as high as I could, giving him full access to the core of my sex. Once I felt his balls kiss my anus, I began to praise him, telling him how good he was, whispering dirty things in his ear to urge him on, until I lost the ability to talk as my passion rose.

I was just about there when he gasped out, “I’ve got to pull out. I’m going to come!” I locked my legs around his ass to keep him from withdrawing, and moments later felt him throbbing inside me as we both exploded. I felt a copious amount of warm, wet semen saturating my vagina, gradually seeping out around his embedded cock to trickle down over my pulsing asshole.

As his erection faded, his flaccid penis slipped out of me, making an audible plop and releasing a stream of semen that pooled under my ass. I couldn’t believe how much sperm he had in him, especially considering that he’d unloaded a gusher less than half an hour earlier. Evan told me how good I was, and I assured him he was damn good himself, and very soon he was plowing my furrow again.

I lost track of how many times he jumped me that night, but as with any new partner, I was as horny as he was and ready to put out anytime he got it up. It was nearly noon before we got on the road the next day, and the following night was every bit as passionate as the first. He nearly went out of his mind when I deep-throated him before planting my hot, come-filled pussy in his face.

We finally got the motor home and started for Florida, but we weren’t in any hurry and frequently took advantage of various rest stops to stretch our legs and get our rocks off. It really felt like another honeymoon (my third!) as we fucked at the drop of a hat, never getting enough of each other.

Of course it had to come to an end eventually, and when I got home at last, I found Ron and Ezra waiting for me. They were all over me the moment I got into the house, peppering me with questions faster than I could answer them. Then Ezra threw me over his shoulder and hauled me up to his room, with Ron following. They had me stripped to my panties in a flash, somehow undressing themselves in the process. A second later I was on the bed, with both of them pressing their hard cocks against my thighs.

Ron and I shared an intense passion-filled kiss while Ezra slipped off my wet panties. He then pulled my legs apart and whistled. “Look at that!” he said. “It looks like we have a very naughty wife on our hands, Ron.” Ron sat up and looked down at my ravaged cunt, where a steady stream of Evan’s come oozed from between my puffy lips. We had had a farewell fuck in the car just before I’d dropped him off.

“Yes, that Evan comes a lot!” I told them. This seemed to make them both even more randy, and they took turns hosing me, each adding their load to Evan’s several times, while I briefed them on my raunchy adventures until we all fell asleep, exhausted.

The next morning, after they had both fucked me in the ass, Ron said to me, “You know, Ezra and I realize that we are no longer in our prime. We’re beginning to slow down a little. So we think it might be a good idea for you to continue seeing Evan occasionally, just so you won’t get bored. I think you’d like that—right, babe?”

As I always say, the only thing better than having an understanding husband is having two!

—R.N., Denver, Colorado