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“Did you let Bruce know about the plan?”

“Yup. He’ll be ready for you when we get there.”

“Did you let the kids know we’d be coming home for Christmas?”

Marion didn’t like how her husband fell silent. It was enough to tell her that, once again, Laurence had completely forgotten an important detail of their plans.

“Honey,” She said, crossing her arms. “Did you or did you not tell the kids we were coming?”

“It. . . MIGHT have slipped my mind.”

“Laurence!”

“I was thinking about other things!”

Marion groaned. Laurence was a good husband, she dared to think he was actually a good father. But a good memory, he certainly lacked. While none of their kids who still lived in Terry Creek mentioned Christmas plans, that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Hopefully their decision to visit wouldn’t prove an inconvenience.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Laurence said, his voice lowered to a mumble. “I just. . . I got so excited for everything, I didn’t even think about it.”

She sighed. Could she really blame him? How long had it been since they were back in town? Got to see their kids? Or do what they were on the way to at that exact moment?

Their car pulled up just outside a one story house on the southern edge of town. Far from their old home, it was a quaint little home with very little outdoor decoration. As they climbed out of the car, the owner opened the front door. A tall, dark skinned man in nothing but a scarlet bathrobe. He smiled at them, and Marion practically leapt into his arms for a hug.

“Bruce! Oh, Bruce, it’s so good to see you!” She said, giving him a tender peck on the cheek that he was quick to return.

“It’s good to see you too, honey,” He said, that low voice running shivers down her back. Marion felt a hand brush along her backside, and she bit her lip to keep from making any noise so out in the open. Stepping back from the hug, she could almost feel his hands still running up and down her body.

“Laurence. Good to see you too, man,” He said, reaching out for a handshake. Laurence clasped it in his own, giving the man a warm smile as he muttered a ‘good to see you’ as well. Marion found herself directly between them, and pressed nearly to Bruce’s muscular chest. She refrained from breathing in the scent of his body wash.

“Come on, let’s get inside! I just set a pot of coffee to brewing, so y’all are right on time.”

When was the last time she’d been this giddy? Marion’s walking had turned to skipping as they headed out of the cold. Once the door was closed, the robe dropped from Bruce’s body. Putting the whole of his naked, athletic form on display. No matter how many times they’d done this, Marion couldn’t help her jaw falling wide open. Ogling which struggled to pick a focus point once Laurence, too, began to disrobe. Both men were built very similarly, though Laurence didn’t have as wide a set of shoulders or such bulging muscles as their host. Both of them being around the same height meant they towered over her, and she began working herself up at the thought of them coming to press against her as they had outside.

“Marion.”

Bruce’s stern voice from the kitchen snapped her back to reality, though fantasies still played in that corner of her mind.

“You know the rules. Off. All of it. And when you’re done, come here.”

She nodded, and was glad to have chosen such an easily removed outfit for travel. She pulled down her jogging pants and tossed the t-shirt she’d been wearing aside. Laurence had told her that morning not to put on underwear, something that added a little excitement to the flight as he invited the occasional passerby to play with her body through her clothes. The risk of being found out had been too exciting to pass up. The thought someone might recognize him from his books, and discover his wife to be a slut that loved to be shared around had nearly made her scream out in pleasure from powerful orgasms one after the other.

Completely naked, she walked nonchalantly into the kitchen. There was a window-space that looked out into the living room from one of its sides, and she could see Laurence reclining there on one of the couches as she entered. Bruce stood with his back to her, pouring three cups of coffee from the fresh pot. If they weren’t immediately into it, Marion might have commented how good it was he still used the coffee maker she got him a couple Christmases ago.

“Yes?” She asked, more so to get his attention.

“On your knees.”

Bruce didn’t even turn around, and it was the casual manner at which he said it that set her body ablaze. Stumbling a little, she lowered herself as he’d instructed. When he turned, in spite of the short distance separating them, she was almost grazed by the behemoth that stood tall between his legs. She could smell it from here, the strong aroma of previous rounds clinging to his length. He’d been with someone else recently, possibly within the past few days. And he’d left himself dirty for her, to clean whoever that was from his cock. Who was getting the treat here, him or her?

“Get to work,” He ordered, taking a step forward. The tip pressed to her lips, and she knew without asking what he wanted to do. Marion let her mouth fall open again, keeping calm as inch by inch that massive cock nestled down her throat. Her hands rested on each of his thighs, a way to let him know if something was wrong as the only noise she’d be making was gagging on his length.

“So,” He said, grabbing to the back of her head with a free hand. “How have things been, Laurence?”

“Oh, you know. Same old same old. I was working on another book before we came down here,” she heard her husband answer.

Bruce began to buck his hips against her face, his cock pushing as far as he pleased down Marion’s throat. Neither of them seemed to pay attention as she sputtered and gagged around that behemoth of a rod. Somehow, it was the way they ignored it that turned her on. How it was just expected she let her body be used for their gratification. Out of habit, she reached down between her legs with one hand.

“That’s good,” Bruce replied, though with a moan coloring those words, it was difficult to say just who he was talking to.

“Yeah. What about you?”

Marion’s finger circled her clit. Rapid, needy little laps around the peak of her sex that made her moan along with the lewd noises that came before. At that, Bruce’s thrusting became faster, more desperate. Even if he’d been trying to ignore her, there was only so much he could take. Marion grinned as she took his cock, glad to have pressed just the right buttons.

There was a clinking sound from the counter, like a glass being set down, before both of Bruce’s hands were on the sides of her head. He pumped his cock as deep as her throat would allow, grunting with each manic pump of his hips.

“Fucking shit!”

His growls brought another cascade of shivers down Marion’s back. As he pistoned in and out of her mouth, she let her body go completely limp. This. This was what she’d waited the whole flight and drive here for. To be properly used like someone else’s cheap fuck toy. Laurence was amazing, but he didn’t even hold a candle to this!

With a powerful thrust, and a loud groan, Bruce forced more than his cock down Marion’s throat. She could feel his sex pulse inside her. Load after load poured down where it couldn’t reach, painting the inside of her stomach white with how much he had to give. The beauties of an excessive cum body mod. Her belly grew more and more round as he fire shots one after the other, before he finally pulled away and let the last few decorate her face and hair. Thick white strands of cum, that warmed her body both inside and out.

“Come on, whore. I’m not done with you yet.”

A hand worked its way through Marion’s hair, stopping at the root as it yanked her towards the living room. She followed on all fours for only half a second, only to find herself more so dragged into the living room and thrown on the coffee table. The hand yanked her head upward, so her eyes met with Laurence’s. His cock, a tad shorter and less thick around, dripped with precum just far enough away there was nothing she could do to reach it.

“Go ahead and start stroking, Laurence. I’m gonna pump this greedy little slut full of some more.”

Her husband nodded. Just as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, Marion cried out loud enough the neighbors were sure to hear. She was speared on Bruce’s manhood in one glorious instant. She wasn’t sure how all of that thing forced itself in, but she welcomed it all the same. She gripped to him tight, crying out with each slap of his hips to her ample backside.

“Fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK~!!!” She cried out, eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head. Waiting so long only made the real thing all that better. She had plenty of videos and pictures of moments exactly like this to tide her over, but nothing would compare to Bruce actually fucking her brains out in front of a helpless Laurence.

“I knew it~ The minute I fill you up, and you turn to that dumb breeding bitch you REALLY are for thick cock,” Bruce said. She heard him spit, felt the saliva crash to her back. It only made her cries turn to screams.

“YES! Oh, FUCK, Bruce!!!’ She called out, and her body fell limp against her will.

“I’ve been waiting so f-FUUCKING long~!!! I needed this so fucking BAD!!!”

She watched Laurence begin to stroke himself faster, keeping that equally delicious cock just out of her reach. Marion knew it was the rules, but she wanted him just as badly. Why couldn’t Laurence abuse her throat at the same time?!

“That’s fucking right, you do~” Bruce answered. She squealed as his hand slapped harshly across her backside, the sting of the spank still lingering long after his hand left. How much more would there be? Marion could barely take this, and they’d only just started! Her mind began to unravel with each thrust, like a knot being gradually untied. Her moans became interlaced with giggling, joining the lewd, wet smacking noises of her pussy in a duet of pleasure. Bruce suddenly pressed her face down onto the coffee table, her face and breath warming the glass as he pumped in at a harsher angle.

“Feels so good. . . It feels so fucking GOOD~!” She cried. And with one more thrust, Bruce pushed himself inch by blissfully painful inch completely into her pussy. Any sort of sound was stuck in Marion’s throat, coming out like chokes as her stomach rounded even more.

Laurence wasn’t going to leave her out in the cold, either. His shots splashed across her face, most of it landing in her still open mouth. To this, she could offer nothing. Even as Bruce pulled away and his seed began pouring from her now thoroughly ruined pussy, no words came to her.

It wouldn’t be the end. Even in this state, Marion knew that. This was only the first round of many. Many, she hoped, that would include the two men using her body like the living sex toy she so loved to be. Weak, she collapsed against the table. Her lower half spasmed in the occasional delayed orgasm, as the constant flow of a man’s loads down her thigh drove Marion’s body to beg for more without her vocal input.

A hand lifted her by the hair again, and Marion took in a deep whiff of Laurence’s sex as he rubbed it across her face. The cum that had lingered against it now smeared into her skin, branding her as a cock hungry bitch. Her mouth hung open, hoping it might entice her husband to make use of it.

“Yup,” She heard Bruce say. His hand was at her ass again, spreading whatever spilled from her sex onto her lower body. Though she couldn’t get as loud, she groaned at the touch and slowly wiggled her ass. Something that made Laurence and Bruce both chuckle.

“It’s always good to have y’all back in town~”

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