I am married to the most wonderful man in the world.

I was a 22-year-old exotic dancer when we first met, and was about to get a boob job. Jake convinced me that I didn’t need one.

I’m five-foot-ten in my bare feet. My measurements are 38B-23-35. I stay in shape by exercising every day at a local gym. I have blonde hair that falls just past my ass. I keep my pussy shaved. However, my best features, according to Jake, are my eyes. They’re chrome blue.

When Jake and I were dating, he wouldn’t sleep with me. He kept saying that if we were meant to be together, he would wait until after we were married. We went out for more than two years before we were married.

I had to give up the exotic dancing for Jake. It was difficult, because I always got a real charge out of being seen naked. Jake told me I would get over not dancing. He was always giving me sexy clothes and taking me to nice places to eat or drink. When he suggested that we get married, he already had the date picked out. About a week before the wedding he almost slipped and told me why the date was so important, but he caught himself just in time. The wedding and reception took place on a Friday in spring. There were about ten other couples, including our families. Mine gave the marriage six months. His gave it two. I am happy to say it has been ten years.

At the reception, Jake took me over to meet the only single man at the party. But Phil was not only an old friend of his, he was also a good customer of mine. Every week he bought at least a dozen table dances from me. I found out later that he had once brought Jake to see me, and had told Jake that I was the girl of his dreams.

Jake now had a surprise for me: We would be spending our first night in a cabin Phil owned just outside of town. Phil in fact drove us there and then took his leave. Alone in the bedroom, Jake asked me between kisses if I would like to be watched while we made love for the first time. I said I liked to be seen naked, but I never expected this. It took me a few seconds to decide. It seemed that my new husband liked to be watched as well. That was one reason why his first marriage had fallen apart after only two years.

I said that I wasn’t prepared and had nothing to wear. I had planned to just get naked and fuck. Jake told me that if I wanted, Phil would make sure I had a wedding night I would remember for the rest of my life. It took me 30 seconds to agree. We called Phil on his cell phone and asked him to come back.

When Phil arrived, I asked him what he had in mind. He took my hand and led me out into a greenhouse a little distance away. The smell of fresh flowers was everywhere. Phil told me that he called this his living room because everything was alive. A sunken area between two rows of plants held a huge four-poster bed and a matching stand-alone wardrobe. Off to one side was a washroom partially hidden by a trellis of climbing roses.

Phil picked up a remote control and turned out the lights. The greenhouse went black. A moment later I heard a motor purring and a curtain raising to let the moonlight come streaming through. If my panties hadn’t already been wet, this would have done it. It was too much for me, and my knees gave out. Before I hit the floor I was caught by two sets of hands and returned to my feet.

When I started to take off my clothes, Jake stopped me. Phil took me over to the wardrobe. When he opened the left-hand side, there was a beautiful white nightgown all in hand-made lace. It tied up the front, and came with a pair of lace panties, also with ties. Next, he opened the right side to reveal a silk nightshirt for Jake. When I turned to look at my husband of five hours, all I saw was a smile and a bulge in his pants. How could I say no? I just nodded yes.

Jake asked Phil to help me get ready for bed. I had been naked in front of Phil before, but this time it was different. My nipples were so hard they hurt. As Phil did up the ties of the nightgown, my nipples poked through the holes in the lace. When it came time for the panties, I was soaking wet all the way to mid-thigh. One look at myself in the mirror and I started to come.

I took a deep breath and decided I wanted some input. I told Jake that I would not allow Phil to just sit and watch. “I want him in between us in the bed,” I said. Jake’s jaw dropped. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I’m sure,” I said. It was my turn to undress someone, and that someone was Phil. I stripped him down to his bikini underwear. He was so hard that the waist band was sticking out in front.

I asked Phil to put himself in the middle of the bed, with his head about a foot below the pillows. Then I had Jake climb in on one side and I on the other. It took a few minutes, but soon Jake and I were kissing up a storm, and I felt Phil’s hot breath on my breasts. I rolled over him, making sure to rub my nipples across his lips. I felt a shudder roll through my body. Soon I had Jake kissing me and feeling one breast while Phil rubbed the other breast with his nose.

Every time I moved, my mind would explode with new sensations. I knew that I could do anything. I slowly licked and kissed my way up Jake, from his chest to his ear. In between nibbles and bites, I whispered that I wanted to taste him, and asked if he would like to taste me. I turned 180 degrees so I could suck on Jake’s cock, and made sure to give Phil’s cock a good squeeze in passing. He was leaking pre-come all over the front of his underwear. Once I was in place I started licking and sucking on my first married cock. I spread my legs so Jake could lick my slit and Phil could see the action. Jake ate me right through my panties. Well, if he wanted to tease me, I too could play that game. I licked one side of his shaft, then the other. After a while I kissed his balls. This was followed by a slow lick from the base of his balls all the way to his ass. At that point, I knew that I had him, as his entire body raised off the bed.

Jake seemed to know how to get even with me. I heard him ask Phil to undo the ties of the panties and take them off. I felt every tie as Phil pulled them loose using only his teeth. The sensation was beyond words. This was surpassed when I felt his tongue and lips slowly draw the panties away from my pussy. I felt his hot breath at my snatch. To keep from screaming I sucked my husband all the way into my mouth, until I had my nose buried in his pubic hair. Jake knew that I was close, and ate me like a madman. I came twice in the first minute.

After about ten more orgasms, we all knew that I finally needed to be fucked. When I pushed Jake away from my pussy and then positioned myself on my knees right over Phil’s face, Jake got the hint.

Before Jake could move around to fuck me, I felt Phil’s hands on my hips. He turned me face-up so that I lay with my shoulders between his feet and my ass just under his chin. Jake was still wearing his nightshirt, and I still had on the lace nightgown. I spread my legs so that Jake could get inside them with one knee on either side of Phil’s head. Slowly Jake lowered himself down onto me. I reached up and held him as we kissed. The nightshirt was in the way, so Jake asked Phil to lift it up. Again, I felt cloth moving up my body, only this time it was bringing me closer to being fucked.

When at last I felt Jake’s cock against my flesh, I was truly ready. I reached down to guide my new husband into me. Jake stopped me and said, “Phil, could you guide me into my wife’s pussy?” I felt Phil use his fingers to open my pussy lips as he steered Jake to me. He rubbed the head of my husband’s cock up and down my pussy lips. Once Jake’s dong was nice and wet, Phil took his hands away and let Jake sink into me, inch by inch. I wanted the moment to go on forever. When Jake started to move in and out of me, Phil put his hand on either side of my hips. At first I thought it was to steady me, but then he pulled my hips so that I took my husband’s cock even deeper.

As Jake and I fucked our brains out for the first time, I totally forgot there was anyone else in the bed but husband and wife. I wanted the two of us to come together. I spread my legs wider and wider, arched my back so that with each stroke Jake swabbed my clit.

I thought I could hold back, but just at that moment I felt Phil blow on my cunt and lick me from my ass to where Jake and I were joined. It was as if someone had set off a stick of dynamite in my body; I was trembling, and there were stars before my eyes. Jake later told me that my legs snapped shut around his waist and my cunt went wild. All I remember was that I felt waves of orgasm crashing through my body. When I came, Jake was spent but still inside me. I asked if we could do it again. Jake just smiled; then I felt him getting hard once more. He whispered to Phil to lick his balls to help him get harder. He asked if I wanted to be fucked from behind.

I rolled over so that again I was straddling Phil’s face. I was dripping our combined come all over Phil’s lips. Phil held my nightgown to one side and helped Jake enter me for the second time, but from the rear. I lowered my shoulders to give my husband better access. This was all I needed to set me off again. When I turned around to kiss Jake, he pointed to the cock trapped in Phil’s bikini briefs. The whole front of the bikini was soaking wet with pre-come. All I had to do was nod. I reached over and ripped the fabric apart. I grabbed the shaft and stroked it. Jake asked me if I wanted to suck Phil off. My answer was to lock my lips around Phil’s prick and lick it up and down before fully sucking him into my mouth. We all came together — Jake deep in my pussy, me all over Phil’s face, and Phil all over the two of us.

When I awoke the sun was just beginning to rise. I nudged Jake awake. He smiled and hugged me. I was ready to start all over again. Jake asked me if I would please let him watch as I fucked another man.

Well, that’s how things started with Jake, Phil, and me. Jake is now away on business for a couple of weeks. I stay with Phil to be safe. Tonight there’s a full moon. This means I’ll fuck Phil and have my husband listen over the telephone. When Jake comes home we’ll spend at least two days in bed — sometimes alone, most times not.