I am an incorrigible exhibitionist, within a reasonable margin of safety.

The other day, my fetish got the better of me with thrillingly satisfying results. My husband, Paul, and I hosted a meeting of Little League umpires in our house. There were about a dozen men and two women. Charlie sat across from me. He is a single parent and has a wonderful relationship with all the kids.

Soon I realized that his eyes frequently dropped to view my legs. I also saw he was the only one in a position to see more. I casually opened my legs a bit. He noticed. I changed my sitting position slightly and showed him more of my inner thigh. Then I covered my lap with a bunch of papers while I teased my inner thigh and slowly moved up to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I caught him looking and smiled. He blushed.

After the meeting ended, I managed to quickly tell my husband what I was up to. As Paul escorted people to the street, I asked Charlie to stay for a while. Paul finally led the last visitor to his car. By that time, I was very excited and hot, and I bluntly asked Charlie if he liked what he had seen. I slowly pulled up my skirt, exposing myself in my tiny panties, and asked Charlie to treat himself to the goodies. “Your husband!” he gasped.

“Don't worry. He knows,” I answered.

Charlie fell to his knees. I slid forward on the couch, spread my legs far apart, and let him lick and suck me. I was rushing into ecstasy. I came quickly.

“Your turn,” I whispered. Charlie stripped, sat down, and I started to lick up and down his gorgeous meat. Paul had come back and I saw Charlie's relieved smile when Paul asked, “Are you two enjoying each other?”

Before long, Paul came up behind me and started playing with my wet cunt. Ah, I was in one of my favorite positions — with two gorgeous men servicing me. As my tongue explored the hardness, the veins, the velvet ridge, and tasted the pre-come lubricant of Charlie's meat, I felt my husband's motions on my juicy pussy. He reached around and tickled my clit until I couldn't stand it any longer. I came and came as I felt the pressure of Paul's touch against my innermost parts. Then Charlie tried his best to load up my throat with his come. “It's been so long,” he moaned.

We went to the bedroom, and I impaled myself on Charlie's still-hard prick. A new wave of pleasure surged through my body as I moved up and down. Sucking and slurping noises emanated from my pussy, combining with the sounds of the handjob I was giving Paul, and mingled with our moaning and groaning. The intensity of our orgasms was borne out in our outcry. I fell forward, embracing both men.

Paul took a shower, but I had not had enough. My hands were still full of come as I gently handled Charlie's cock and balls, rubbing and squeezing until he stood at full attention again. I lay down, raised my legs over his shoulders, and asked him to fuck me real hard. And he did, his balls slapping against my ass, his pelvic bone crushing against mine, sending waves of pleasure up my spine as my clit felt the impact of each push. Again, we rushed toward this sweetest of releases that culminates in the greatest pleasure of all.

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