The Dinner Guest Part 2

I slipped from the couch and knelt before Rob, my hands taking his now revitalized penis in my grip. I slowly worked my fingers up and down as I lowered my lips onto his shiny purple dome.

He groaned with pleasure and pulled my head closer to him, so his balls rubbed my chin and my face was pressed against his hairy pubis and stomach. And now John decided the time was right to join us. So, once more, he slipped between my welcoming thighs and with little ado, drove his rock hard cock deep into me.

This time there was to be no stopping. Both men moved in harmony, their bellies bouncing off my cheeks at both ends, as they slipped deeper and deeper into my hungry throat and oozing t-girl love hole.

With rapturous cries they both climaxed together, John filling my innards with his copious load, while Rob held me tight against him and shot his come deep into my throat, forcing me to swallow. He seemed to keep coming forever.

Our guest stayed another hour but couldn’t come again. Despite entering me at both ends at least a couple more times, he found himself satisfyingly drained. By the time he dressed to leave, I was sore, tired and very content, leaning against my beloved John, his arm around me, and feeling him fondling my still warm buttocks.

We stood at the door, me in my soiled undies and now ruined stockings, and bid our guest farewell. He thanked me for a lovely dinner, as a guest should do, and then, taking me in his arms, pulled me to him and kissed me slowly and lovingly on the lips. “Till next time, you luscious little cunt,” he whispered in my ear, before turning to John and saying, “Thanks for the little whore John, she was spectacularly dirty and horny – when can I have her again?”

“Any time you like,” said John. “She is mine and you are my oldest friend – anytime you have needs just let me know and I will make sure she is available – and willing!”

My fate was sealed with that final exchange. John was my lover and I was his “wife” but now I had his friend to serve as well. From that moment on I have been the wife of one and the whore of the other, never sure if I would be used by one, or the other, or both together.

And do you know what? I love my life and I love my two men.
How many girls can say that?