I’m a thirty-three-year-old woman who has been married for two years to a wonderful man. My husband, Lester, and I have a very good sex life. But since we’ve been married, I’ve become more and more shy about my sexuality. I was a tease all through my twenties, but those days are gone. Lester is always telling me that I am the only beautiful woman he has ever known who is so reserved. He’s constantly telling me that I need to relax a little and let my hair down.

A month ago, Jack, an old friend of Lester’s, broke up with his girlfriend of three years. Lester told me that after dating for so long, Jack was having trouble getting back into the swing of things. He wasn’t used to going places alone and he was getting a little depressed. I suggested that he invite Jack over for dinner. I thought it might help him to be with friends. Lester spoke to Jack and they decided that we should get together the following weekend.

During that week I thought quite a lot about Jack. He’s a fine-looking man, and I knew he wouldn’t have any problem mixing in if he would just be a little more aggressive. The more I thought about Jack finding a woman, the more erotic my thoughts became. Lester was always telling me to let my hair down; I thought I’d show him just how long my hair could get.

Saturday finally came. Jack was supposed to be at our house at three in the afternoon. We had decided to barbecue, and Lester drove to the grocery store to pick up some steaks and wine. As I showered, my mind started to wander. The spray caused my very sensitive nipples to harden, and I unhooked the Shower Massage and pointed it at my vulva. I held the lips of my vagina open so that the streams of water would hit directly on my clitoris. The sensation was wonderful and I was getting hotter by the second. I was snapped back to reality by Lester knocking on the bathroom door to tell me that it was almost three and that he was going to light the coals.

I shut off the water and started to towel myself off when I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. Not a bad body for thirty-three, I thought to myself. Lester says I have the ass of an eighteen-year-old and my breasts are larger than average, with high, usually erect nipples. Standing before the closet, trying to decided what to wear, I noticed a skirt that I hadn’t worn in years. I used to wear this really short skirt before I married Lester, and the way it shows off my legs, it’s probably what made him fall in love with me. In recent years, though, I haven’t had the desire to be such a show-off.

Seeing it there in the closet, however, I thought of Jack’s predicament and decided to give his confidence a boost. I also decided not to wear a bra or panties, and I topped off the whole ensemble with a thin, white sweater. When I looked in the mirror, I could barely see my nipples through the material. But when I moved, my breasts swayed and the nipples, stimulated by the cotton fabric, started to protrude.

When I walked out onto the patio, Lester and Jack were standing over the grill, drinking beer and talking. Jack told me how nice I looked and gave me a hug. My nipples popped out like pencil erasers, and as Jack stepped away I caught him sneaking a look at them before quickly looking away. I told them I was going inside to fix myself a drink, but the real reason I had to go inside was that I was getting too excited. My juices were starting to run down my thighs.

Inside, I mixed a Mt. Gay and tonic, tried to compose myself and went back outside. When I sat down on a lawn chair to watch the two men cook, I noticed that Jack was staring at my legs. I couldn’t resist. I shifted slightly while looking in the other direction, giving Jack a clear view up my skirt. I couldn’t help but think that I was so wet by now that he could probably see the juice on the lips of my throbbing cunt. I was burning up.

After we had eaten, I offered to get the guys more beer. When I went inside, I was so hot that I thought I would explode. I got two beers from the fridge and went back out onto the patio. When I bent over to put the beers on the table, my sweater fell open and Jack got a good look at my tits and their two very hard nipples. I looked at Lester and his eyes were riveted on my tits as well.

As Lester and Jack talked, I noticed Jack was shifting around in his chair a lot. Then I saw why: There was a big bulge in the front of his pants and the slightest beginning of a wet spot. I was so proud of myself. I thought, This is all because of me!

That was like the first potato chip — I wanted more! I was really excited, and just thinking about Jack’s pecker made me feel the first convulsions of orgasm. I closed my eyes, laid my head back and enjoyed the feeling. I couldn’t remember ever being as excited or hot. I couldn’t stand it any longer. The drinks were going to my head and Lester had told me to loosen up, so I casually walked over to Jack and asked him if he would do me a favor.

“Sure,” he said, but obviously not too sure of what I had in mind.

I pulled my sweater up over my tits and said, “How about sucking on these!” I thought both he and Lester would choke on their tongues. Jack just sat there with his mouth open, staring at my tits.

Lester couldn’t believe his eyes. I could just hear him thinking, This is my shy wife?

I bent forward, grabbed Jack’s cock and started stroking him. The wet spot began to spread. I told them both that dinner was fine, but that I was ready for dessert. My husband reached over and undid my skirt. As he lightly stroked my cunt, I tore at Jack’s pants. I knew he wondered what in the world he had gotten himself into. I pulled his pants down, got on my knees and took the entire length of his hard cock in my throat.

Lester stripped off his pants and pulled my skirt up over my hips. I could feel him kneeling behind me, and I gasped as he stuck the head of his dick between the lips of my vagina. I started to come the minute his dick was all the way inside me. This was just too much for me. I was really lubed, and Lester’s cock started swiftly sliding all the way in, all the way out and all the way right back in again, over and over.

I didn’t want to tease Lester, but I wanted to give Jack a piece of the action. I stood up, turned around and sat back on Jack’s lap, guiding his cock into my cunt. As he worked the length of his cock into my hole, I leaned over and took Lester’s dick into my mouth. He had been ready to spew when I pulled him out of me, and the minute my lips touched his dick, he spasmed and came down my throat. I took as much as I could before the come started to dribble down my chin.

Jack was squeezing my titties from behind and started to pump his wad up my twat. I grabbed Jack’s hands and squeezed them around my tits even harder as he filled my burning hole.

I fell back into Jack’s chest and looked up to see Lester smiling. He said, “That ought to boost your confidence, Jack.”