“Take it you fucking whore,” he screamed as he slapped my ass. My clothes weren’t even off and I had came more times than I could count.
“Give it to me,” I moaned. “Make me overflow with cum.”
He put his hand around the back of my neck and held me down as he impregnated me. His came way more than the other two. I’m sure it was dripping onto the floor, it had to be, but I didn’t give a fuck. He continued fucking me and came for what seemed like an eternity. He lifted my skirt up, exposing my gaping hole with a pool of white and took another picture with my phone. He showed me the creamy mess that the three of them made.
I grabbed the phone and sent it to my husband along with text, “I bet you didn’t cum this much with your little casino whore last night.” I followed it with a kissing emoji, a heart, and a devil.
“I’m going to go freshen up for round two, is that okay with you guys,” I asked.
“Of course,” Ryan replied. Jacob and Alex were still wiped out from the buckets of cum they emptied into me.
“Wanna change outfits?” Alex asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “Whatever you want.”
“Surprise us,” mouthed Jacob. “Something sexy and slutty.”
“I can do that,” I smiled, and left them alone with the ball game while I retreated into the bedroom, shed my clothes, and took my second shower in as many hours.
I lathered my loofa with lavender scented shower cream and let hot water cascade down my body. No crevice was left unattended and after I was satisfied with my cleanse, I used the wand for several minutes. I wanted to be squeaky clean for round two. Every single crevice. I stood in my bathroom gazing at the mirrors above our vanity. The tiny pink pebbles that adorned mounds of perk were still aroused. The dots around them stood taller than the goosebumps, but quite a bit shorter than the peak in the center. I smiled. I usually don’t gawk at my body, but on this occasion, I found myself quite attractive, and vulnerable, and sexy, and a plethora of other things. Now, what to wear for the boys in the living room? I was sure that, by now, they were recharged and ready to go again. I love being a girl. Endless orgasms, well almost, and no need to wait around to recharge.
Something sexy and slutty. That’s what they wanted. I stared at my poor cheer uniform that lied on the floor. Covered in makeup, sweat, and sex. Poor thing. Time to destroy something else! Did they want lingerie? Or just a cute little sexy look? Decisions decisions. I dried my hair, quickly with the blow dryer, freshened my makeup, and after thumbing through several options, landed on something that I thought they boys would like; and did they ever. This time, though, I added something special: my wedding ring. I usually keep it off for extramarital play, but I was feeling a bit slutty and a lot naughty. I wondered if my husband kept his on while fucking his casino fling? The thought made me wet. To accompany the 1.5 carats, I wrapped my body in something that my husband, the same one that sent me a video of him fucking someone else the night before, bought for me (or maybe for him, but I love it anyways).
The guys oohed at me when I came out wearing the black silk nightie that could double as a risqué dress. It would fly in Paris for a night out, but the States aren’t ready for it, yet. While it was mostly black silk, the top of the cups that (barely) covered my breasts were of checked lace. The neckline plunged just a bit and left plenty to the imagination. A white gold choker complimented the diamonds on my hand. While round one featured me sans panties, I decided to slip into a pink thong for a bit of added color and femininity. Plus, guys love taking panties off, or watching a girl take them off. Another plus — I like feeling my wetness. It fucking turns me on. Like right now, while writing this recreation. I am so fucking wet.
I tossed my phone to Jacob as I approached Ryan and Alex on the sofa. He knew what to do and captured the perfect photo of the two hot, younger guys on either side of me, touching me, groping me through the silk and lace. He sent it to my husband before I had the chance to. He, my husband, showed that pic to his golfing buddies just after making the turn at the clubhouse. I wondered if he had gotten the cart girl’s number yet. Those chicks are always hot. Or maybe he already had plans for another night with Ms. Roulette. All of that turned me on, but not as much as knowing that his vanilla golfing friends were going to be thinking about me all day, and probably that night while touching themselves in their hotel room. It makes we wet thinking of guys masturbating to images of me. Slutty? Maybe. But I don’t fucking care.
Jacob kept the phone and decided to video our manage a trois on the sofa. It was just natural to get in the spit roasting position. Alex was in front, my mouth open as I salivated at the outline through the black cotton. I touched and rubbed him through the fabric and watched him grow. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it, but that thought subsided as Ryan pushed the hem of my nightie over my ass and decided to lick around the pink silk. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” Ryan said between licks. “The naughty wife decided to cover herself this time?”
[Click here](https://averymontgomery.medium.com/fucked-by-my-husbands-friends-while-he-played-golf-part-2-of-2-1754f4c3b8da) to see exactly how bad they used me up!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ywegzj/becoming_a_slut_for_my_hubbys_friends