My husband Earl was fast asleep when I slid into bed around two in the morning.

I snuggled my naked body up against his, automatically slipping my arm around him in search of his meaty cock, having gone off to sleep with it in my hand for over 17 years. His dick went from flaccid to erect in just a few seconds as he stirred, then rolled over to face me and kiss me tenderly. “It’s pretty late,” he whispered, glancing at our bedside clock. “What have you and our house guest been doing?”

Instead of answering him, I guided his hand between my legs to feel the sloppy condition of my pussy. His sharp intake of breath indicated his realization that his wife had been very naughty. Fully awake now, he quickly rolled over on top of me, and I happily spread my legs to receive him. His cock sliced into me as easily as a hot knife into butter.

“It’s probably pretty loose down there,” I whispered in his ear. “Reed has a really big dick. It took him a long time to get it all into me the first time, but he kept going until he did. God, it felt fantastic! I think his cock is even bigger than yours.” Earl was fucking me now, and he gave a little moan as his thrusts accelerated. “He comes in buckets, too,” I continued. “He fucked me three times, baby, and he still wanted more. He made me promise to sneak down and see him again tomorrow night.”

With that I felt Earl’s cock jerk and throb as it exploded, his come shooting into me to mix with Dean’s. I held him tightly as it gradually softened within my mushy cunt. But it quickly became erect again when I started telling him how I had gone down on Dean between fucks.

Dean and his family had lived across the street from us for five years, until his family had moved when his father got transferred. Dean was just about to start high school at that time, and was now a young man of 22. When his father had called Earl to say that Dean had taken a job here in their old home town, Earl insisted that he stay with us until he could find a place of his own.

When Dean showed up I was surprised at what a good-looking young hunk he had turned into, and my thoughts immediately turned to seducing him. I’m sure Earl was aware of this, having known me so intimately for so long, which was probably why he had retired early on Dean’s first night with us, leaving the two of us alone.

I’m not exactly what you would call shy, so after giving Earl a little time to get to sleep, I asked Dean if he’d left a girlfriend back home. He said no, adding that he didn’t date much. I then asked him what he did for sex. He turned bright red, saying, “Wow, you’re getting kind of personal, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “I’m just curious,” I said. “I mean, you’re a normal healthy young man. Don’t you get horny?”

He looked directly at me then. “Yes, damn it,” he said. “If you really want to know, I’m horny all the time, and you talking like this has given me a big hard-on, actually.”

With that I got up and went to sit in his lap, wriggling my ass slowly against his solid shaft as I spread my legs open. “Why don’t you feel me and see how wet this talk has made my pussy,” I whispered. I loved seeing the expression on his face as his trembling hand slid under my short skirt to encounter the soaked crotch of my panties.

We embraced then, and exchanged several passionate kisses. A short time later we were in the bed in the guest room, naked as jaybirds as he clumsily scrambled to get in position to enter me.

Dean stayed with us for about six weeks, getting laid nearly every night. He sometimes got nervous about the possibility of my husband finding out, but what he didn’t know was that each night, after leaving him, I carried his load to our bedroom, where I told Earl all about what we had done as he got off again and again.

When Dean finally found a place of his own, I visited him there a couple of times for another dose of his big dick, but I stopped when he got engaged to a sweet young girl. I didn’t really mind, as by then I’d started a secret affair with an older man from my office. He was married, and we had to be very careful to be sure no one found out about it — except my husband, of course.