The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Liz wasn’t quite sure what had come over her, but last Saturday had been the kind of day she didn’t think she’d ever allow herself to have again, a day where she satisfied a desire to see a new guy naked, suck his dick, and spend hours with him literally fucking her brains out.

A day when she would lose the tight control over her urges that she’d built up over time.

Roger had always wanted to watch her fucking other guys, and she’d always found the idea of threesomes, and group sex in general, really hot. They made her wet, and she often fantasized about situations where she had two or more guys fucking her. But she’d not trusted herself to keep it in check, and had satisfied herself with her one man. After a dozen years of marriage, they still had sex four to five times a week, which was generally enough for her, but when she got really horny, Roger never begrudged her daily coitus, even being able to take her two or three times some days. Especially on weekends.

She supposed that a psychiatrist would say that she was redirecting her stronger-than-normal sexual urges into sexual feelings for just one person, when in fact her natural leanings would lead her to lots of threesomes, moresomes, and the occasional cute guy on the side. But, she’d dealt with some teen trauma around pregnancy by denying the urges that had led to the trauma. Various efforts to salvage her sex life had resulted in her fixating entirely on Roger, her husband, and almost consciously routing all of her sexual urges into her relationship with him. The fact that her natural desires to be more omnisexual tended to slip out in her fantasies was okay with her, as long as they confined themselves to fantasies.

She’d tried to overcome the deep shyness she’d imposed on herself, because she loved Roger, and knew how much Roger wanted to watch her have sex with others. And knew how much she wanted it, too, even though she couldn’t bring herself to act on it. They’d even gone so far as to try picking a guy up at a bar, a cute blond stud named Mark, to fuck her while Roger watched. And it had gone well at first, after they’d gone back to her and Roger’s house, she was able to start making out with Mark, let him take her top off, even felt happy to see and feel his bulge, as touching her was making him hard. But the moment she’d decided that maybe she could do this, Mark had started to finger her pussy. And she was so overwhelmed by the sensation, by the urge to let this stranger bring her off, that her self-defense mechanisms kicked in. She was wet and powerfully horny, but... she just couldn’t. Couldn’t lose herself again. Even if Roger was good with it and wanted it, the thought of opening herself up to someone new, to let him fuck her the way she desperately wanted to be fucked, to let him do whatever he wanted to with her... it froze her in her tracks.

She’d fled to the bedroom, and once safely behind the closed door, began to tremble, lying on the bed. She’d liked Mark, and it had felt wonderful to feel him kiss and fondle her. And, now that she was alone, she could let out just a little of that feeling, and reaching one and then the other hand to her mound, she brought herself off quickly and quietly, speed-running what the rest of the night could have been like and cumming as she imagined Mark, naked on top of her, fucking her and cumming inside of her.

When Roger had come in, to check on her after Mark had left, she’d attacked him with a frenzy. He was the only guy she felt safe opening up fully to, and let him fuck her blind as he talked to her about how hot it had been, watching her make out with Mark, watching her letting him fondle her. She sobbed an apology after he’d made her cum a half dozen times, saying she had really tried, and had really wanted to let Mark fuck her, but had just hit that same wall again. He softly soothed her with his voice, saying it was okay, and that they could always try again sometime. She didn’t mention that, at some point during their fucking, she had begun fantasizing that it was Mark fucking her, with the hot, hard cock she’d felt through his pants, but even though she itted to wanting Mark, she didn’t want to it to fantasizing about the guy while Roger fucked her.

Days ed, and Liz didn’t forget about Mark. When Roger was at work, she’d been taking to using her vibrator and bringing herself off while imagining a night when she didn’t stop Mark’s wandering hands. When she let him finger, lick and fuck her all night. When Mark and Roger used all of her holes, taking turns fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had some great orgasms with that fantasy, and it began to creep into her mind at night, while Roger fucked her with his big, hard dick. She didn’t think she’d called out Mark’s name while cumming as her husband fucked her, at least not yet. But, if she kept thinking about the guy, it was bound to happen eventually.

Then, not long after the failed threesome attempt, Liz’s friend and next-door neighbor Suzy had mentioned a hypnotist who was helping her quit smoking, and wondered if he could help her loosen up a little. Especially when she had opportunities to fuck cute guys with her husband’s full approval. “Maybe if I lost a little weight, I’d be able to push through it, just let my urges take me where they will,” she thought. “Not to mention taking me to the bed of someone like Mark. If I were a babe like I was in college, maybe I could get past this block I have.” So, with that thought in mind, she asked Suzy for the hypnotist’s info, and talked with Roger about it.

Liz only presented it to Roger as a desire to get back into “bikini shape” before the beaches opened, but she knew full well that he’d appreciate it if she was able to feel better about herself, and her urges, and let herself be more open to the kinds of fun he so obviously wanted. After doing his own checks on the hypnotist, a Dr. Halley, he’d told her to go for it.

And it had worked! She’d lost the weight around the hips she’d been wanting to lose for ages, and been motivated to work out and tighten up her tummy, as well. As she had to go down one dress size, and then another, she secretly felt sexy as hell, and her fantasies started to include Mark salivating over her newly tight, firm, fuckable body, which she was baring for him as his dick got hard for her...

Fairly early on, in her sessions with Dr. Halley, Liz had asked him if he ever worked with women who had issues with sexual urges, thinking that he might be able to go in and just miraculously remove her block. But before she could give him any details of what she had in mind, he’d shut her down. There were rules to being an ethical hypnotist, and one of them was never to mess with sexual urges in his subjects. Another was never to sleep with his subjects, which disappointed Liz a little. A part of her had a desire to let Halley take control of her while in trance, and make her do whatever he wanted, in general but specifically in bed. Maybe that would have cleared the block out for her, she thought—and the thought of being under the hypnotist’s control, and servicing him in that state, made her unably wet and horny. But, he was unwilling and unable to help in that area of her life, so she reluctantly let go of the idea.

Then, this last Saturday, it somehow seemed to have fallen into place. She’d woken up hornier than she could , and had straddled Roger before he was even awake, using his morning erection to get her off. She’d spent all morning letting Roger do whatever he wanted to her, resulting in several deep orgasms. She loved him, he always made her horny... but today, while his cock made her mouth water, she also couldn’t get Mark out of her head.

Sucking Roger’s dick hard after the first time he came, Liz had gotten an image of sucking Mark’s cock that just wouldn’t leave her. She’d spent the rest of the morning alternately cumming on and with Roger, and fantasizing that Roger’s cock was Mark’s, doing something to her that no one except her husband had done in years—filling her with his spunk, and making her orgasm.

Then, after a while, when they took a break to have something to eat, she’d mustered the courage to tell Roger that she’d been thinking about Mark, and maybe wanted to give the threesome idea another try with him. Without getting into specifics of some of her fantasies, she told Roger that she was feeling particularly horny, and thought she might be able to make it through giving Mark a blowjob, if he was still interested. She wasn’t ruling out doing more, but the BJ image kept coming back to her, which made her think it was somehow now safely within limits of what she could at least try. “And who knows,” she’d thought to herself, “maybe once I’ve had the guy’s dick in my mouth, I’ll be able to get past my block, and let myself do more with him. I’m sure as hell attracted to him, or I wouldn’t be fantasizing about fucking him every other day, right?”

Then Roger had said he’d gotten Mark’s info, and asked Liz if she wanted it. That’s how she found herself on the phone, promising Mark a blowjob, at least, if he’d come over and try picking up where they’d left off, weeks before. His eager YES made her pussy tingle, even though she hadn’t promised the guy a fuck. But she was getting more and more sure she could go through with a blowjob, if nothing else, though, so she’d felt comfortable offering it.

And then... the moment Mark had walked in the door, her tightly fashioned control flew out the window, and Liz flew into his arms. She’d grabbed and kissed him, her pussy suddenly gushing as she tasted and smelled his maleness, again. Before she knew it, she was naked, tearing Mark’s pants off of him, the promised blowjob now putting itself more firmly into the category of foreplay, rather than the end goal of today’s meeting.

Then she’d said something to Roger about always wanting to get spitroasted, and telling him to get naked. From there, the rest of the day was a blur of bodies, the taste of Mark’s cum, the look on his face as he entered her for the first time, the feeling of both Roger and Mark filling her with creampies, in her pussy and in her ass, riding one cock while sucking another, greedily swallowing every drop of cum she could. And complaining loudly when both of her guys ended up soft at the same time.

“If I wasn’t on the pill, I’d have gotten pregnant about seventeen times already today,” she thought at one point, after Mark blew yet another load into her womb. She’d douched, showered and changed the sheets about halfway through, just because she had so much cum on and in her. Mark had showered with her, where they fucked standing up while Roger watched.

Before he left for the night, Mark had whispered an invitation into her ear, to come see him, or let him come and see her, whenever she wanted a good fuck. With or without Roger around. She’d happily agreed, realizing that she was just plain unable to say no to the sweet boy who’d fucked her brains out all afternoon. If he wanted her, she was there for him, it was as simple as that. Ready, willing and eager to make him cum, and to have him make her cum.

She’d spent the rest of the night after Mark left in bed with Roger, making love slowly and carefully, as both were sore from all the fucking and sucking they’d done that day, Liz particularly. She’d told her hubby how happy she was that she’d finally been able to get over her block, and that she’d be happy to have Mark over again. Anytime. Soon, even. Like next weekend. Or earlier.

Liz was so pleased with how well she’d done, and with how horny both being with Roger, and ing being with Mark, was making her, that she kept initiating sex with her husband throughout the day on Sunday. She liked Mark—he made her really horny, and he’d made her cum over and over, like a house afire—but Roger made her horny too, and she loved him. So, she was fine taking her urges out on him, now, even if someone like Mark was in the back of her mind, helping stoke the fires. Besides, she’d be able to take them out on Mark again, too, soon enough, she was sure. She was even looking forward to seeing him alone, just the two of them, at some point. Soon.

Monday morning was a little difficult for Liz, because when she woke up next to Roger, she had the same immediate urge to have sex with him that she’s been having ever since the weekend started. If it hadn’t been for Mark, Roger would have had to fuck her even more than he had, she thought. She was just wanting sex a lot, whenever she looked at her handsome hubby, or thought about her cute new boy toy.

Roger had to give in and “refresh the missus,” as it were, with a good, if not hours-long, fuck before she would let him get dressed and head out to work. Stretching naked in the bed, after he left, she thought over the events of the weekend, grabbed her vibrator, and relived her first union with Mark in her head as the memory made her wetter and wetter, before she exploded with another orgasm.

“That’s enough of that, I should get on with my day,” Liz thought, as she got out of bed, showered, and put on a thin robe. She liked the feeling of being naked under the very thin, nearly transparent, robe, so she decided to stay that way, without underwear, as she puttered around the kitchen, making herself coffee.

She heard the sound of a lawnmower outside, and ed that it was Monday, so Billy from down the block was mowing the lawn. It was only May, but where they lived, the grass needed to be mowed from April to October, and Roger had hired Billy to mow their lawn every Monday morning. Liz saw that Roger hadn’t left money for Billy like he usually did, so she pulled the two twenties out of her purse that they paid him to do the mowing, and would give it to him when he was finished.

Liz sat on the couch, drinking her coffee, and noticed a stain that they’d left there on Saturday, when she’d let some of Mark’s cum dribble out of her mouth, after her first spitroasting session. She’d have to get some stain remover and deal with that, she thought, when the sound of the mower stopped. The lawn mowing was finished. Liz shook her head to clear it—she’d been about to start fingering herself, just ing how Saturday’s adventure had started on the couch—and stood up to grab the money to give to Billy. Not really thinking about the fact that the robe she had on left almost nothing to the imagination. Even if she had realized it, she was so horny that the odds are good she wouldn’t have done anything about it, anyway.

Before she could get to the kitchen table, where she’d left the cash, Billy knocked on the front door, rather than ringing the bell. Liz opened it and said “Come on in, I’ll grab your money. Sit down and rest a minute.”

Billy was shirtless, wearing only a pair of denim shorts, shoes and socks. A member of the basketball team until he’d graduated from high school about a week before, he was going to college in the fall. He was 18, tall at 6′6″, with olive skin and a sheaf of dark, unruly hair. As he sat down, he watched Liz walk to the kitchen and come back with his cash, but along the way she had walked in front of the open front window. And while he’d eyed her ass as she’d walked away from him, which was totally visible, her robe, when backlit, became almost totally transparent. Billy smiled with interest as she walked back towards him, her tits bouncing slightly and her red bush perfectly visible through her robe. He could even see her pussy lips, which were engorged a bit from her earlier stimulation.

Billy smelled of sweat, mown grass, and young, virile male. Liz’s eyes involuntarily dilated, as she took in his earnest young face, torso gleaming with sweat, long strong legs, and a bulge in his shorts that looked like it was growing larger as she watched. And his eyes—Liz could see them tracing her figure, suddenly aware of the fact that she was standing virtually naked in front of him. And if he’d ever been with a girl (and she was sure he had, no boy that good looking made it to 18 as a virgin), he could likely make out the aroma of her suddenly gushing lubrication, as her body began to prepare her for what it knew was coming, even if her mind hadn’t consciously decided yet.

Liz sat on the couch next to the boy, her nostrils flaring with the amazing aroma of hot, sweaty teen boy, which merged with her own scent to make her gush even more. She handed him the twenties, and watched him stuff them in his pocket. As he did so, his obviously hardening member shifted a bit, and she could make out its length as it responded to her own near-nakedness. She could just imagine that bulge springing out of his shorts, just begging for her mouth to...

She wasn’t quite sure exactly what happened next, but she was suddenly leaning in and kissing Billy, their tongues dancing against each other, his hands opening her robe and squeezing and pinching her nipples. Then his shorts were off, and his cock was in her mouth, her robe tossed aside. Billy, wondering if he was dreaming, started to fondle the now-naked redhead who had suddenly pulled his shorts down and attacked his cock with her mouth, his hands rubbing her tits and stroking her between her legs.

Then, when she was sure Billy was fully hard, Liz stopped sucking the boy’s decent-sized 7-incher, and with a physical need, without asking, in fact without even a word, she straddled his lap. Grabbing his dick that was still wet with her saliva, she lowered herself onto him and started to ride his cock for all it was worth, right there on the couch. Billy, being an average 18-year-old, only lasted a few minutes inside of her, before shooting his load into her pussy. And was astounded at the screaming orgasm his jizz brought out in her, as it shot deep into her pussy. Even if he had thought to pull out, he’d never had the chance; Liz was not going to get off of him until he’d coated her insides with his juice.

She’d dragged him off to the bedroom then, and for the next two hours tested the recuperative abilities of a teen boy. She was gratified to find that he barely wilted after shooting his first couple of loads into her, and was able to fuck again only minutes after blowing a wad. So, she mercilessly kept fucking and sucking him until he’d cum in each of her sensitive holes at least once, leaving five big loads of cum behind. Alas, for the first time in his life, after smashing this amazing gal five times, pumping his semen into her mouth, her ass, and especially her pussy (as she had merely said “No condoms, I’m on the pill” when he’d belatedly asked her about birth control after he’d already inseminated her once), Billy couldn’t get it up again. Even though Liz worked on him with her mouth for a while, he finally had to tell her that he was done for the day.

She accepted defeat graciously, kissing him as their naked bodies intertwined on the bed, until he said that he was really late for his next few lawn mowing appointments. She followed him nakedly back to the living room, where he retrieved his shorts, shoes and socks, and headed towards the door.

Before he opened it, though, he turned back to her and said “Um, Lizzie? Would you like to...” But Liz, figuring the rest of that sentence would be “get together again sometime?” stopped him with a finger to his lips. Because she’d made up her mind about something—that this, too, wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

Liz gave her newest boy toy a sexy smile, and said, “From now on, this,” gesturing at her nude figure, “will be a part of your pay for mowing the lawn. You get forty bucks, and you get to fuck me for a couple of hours. I doubt anyone else is paying you better,” she ended with a teasing wink.

“Yes, ma’am!” Billy answered. “I mean, no ma’am, um, I mean, no Lizzie. You’re the sexiest, most responsive, most gorgeous girl... um,. woman... um, I mean client that I’ve ever been with. Um, I mean, that I have. I would never even think of, um, asking that kind of pay from anyone else.”

“And here I’m offering it on a silver platter,” Liz smiled back at him, “or at least, on linen sheets.” She thought his being flustered was cute and sweet, and just made him more attractive to her. She leaned in to him, gave him another kiss, and whispered “It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it, you know.” And then, in a more businesslike tone, she added “You might even want to reschedule some of your clients, let them know you have a client whose needs are so big,” and she cupped his crotch as she said that, “you need to devote the whole of every Monday morning to her. Um, them.“

Her new conquest grinned and nodded.

“One last thing,” Liz said. “I know how, as a guy, you’re probably all chuffed, and would like to tell all your friends about how you’re the luckiest lawn mowin’ fool in town,” she told him, both with an understanding smile, but in her “I’m in charge” mode. “I’d really rather this stayed between the two of us. I don’t need a dozen of your friends showing up at my doorstep, asking if I might have any odd jobs for them. Or what the, um, pay rate might be.”

Billy looked genuinely dismayed at the thought, and stuttered, “Oh, no, Lizzie, no, I’d never, I mean, I wouldn’t, I mean I won’t...”

“I know you won’t,” Liz said, interrupting him. And then, in her best femme fatale, sexy voice, she said “Because if you did, well, I might have to fire you. I don’t want that,” she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “and you don’t want that... right? You wouldn’t want to make me have to do that,” another little kiss, “would you?“

Being unable to withstand Liz’s means of persuasion, he gathered her up, gave her a proper kiss, and said “No, I don’t want to ever make you mad at me, Lizzie. Really!”

“Good,” she said, with a smile. “Now, get going, before people start asking what you’ve been doing all morning!”

Then, giving his amazingly cute butt a squeeze, she sent him out the door.

Liz collapsed onto the couch, naked, Billy’s semen making a stain next to Mark’s as it slowly oozed out of her pussy and ass. “What the hell has gotten into me lately?” she asked herself, though with a smile. “Some young, really hard cock, that’s what,” she answered herself. With a wide grin. “And a fuck-ton of cum. Jeez, that would have been another three pregnancies, if not for modern medicine,” she reflected, since Billy had only cum once in her mouth and once in her ass, but had filled her up three times while pounding her ginger-framed pussy. And had been rewarded with feeling responsible for, and immensely chuffed over, the dozen or so out-of-control screaming orgasms he’d given to his new regular Monday morning squeeze.

She knew it made little sense to count each creampie into her pussy a potential pregnancy. After all, even if she wasn’t on the pill, she would only drop one egg in a month, so no matter how many times she got filled full of spunk, from how many cocks, she’d only have been able to get pregnant once. But since it had been an unplanned pregnancy, followed by a traumatic abortion, when she was 16 that had caused her to lock away her urges so tightly, she had this tendency to think of every ejaculation into her womb as a potential baby, even though she knew it wouldn’t happen even once as long as she was on the pill.

It was strange. Now that she felt released, she could look back on that teen episode without shame or fear, and feel sorry for the boy who’d knocked her up. After all, she had initiated the sex between them, and she had been the one who hadn’t wanted to use condoms, because she was so turned on by feeling him shoot inside of her. But biology being what it was, the inevitable result of enough sex au naturel eventually happened. And then her strict parents had found out. The whole aftermath was so traumatic, it had nearly put her off of sex for good.

But then she’d met Roger in college, after having a couple of boyfriends there who had started her down the path of rekindling her urges, enough to let her enjoy sex again, even if she kept a tight handle on it. But dating Roger had been great fun, and her sex with him was volcanic—she could let go with him, and really enjoy the sex. Especially since she was now on the pill. She didn’t know what was so special about Roger, that she could “drop her shields” with him, lose (or, maybe more accurately, cede) control, and had stopped trying to figure it out long ago. It was enough that she could pour her urges into that one relationship. Well, except...

Except, there was the boyfriend she’d had while she was dating Roger. She’d tearfully confessed to sleeping with another guy after she’d done it a few times, behind his back, and though Roger had forgiven her, and even told her that it turned him on, she felt so bad about her urges taking control of her again that her defenses went up even further. She had Roger, that was enough, she told herself. And managed to believe it.

Until last Saturday, anyway. She was so happy to finally give Roger something he’d been wanting for so long, to watch her fuck someone else, and was so turned on by the outcome, that her controls had crumbled to dust, and blown away with the wind. That was the only way she could explain it. She’d enjoyed herself more than she’d ever imagined, having two guys take her at once, and still had a yearning for Mark’s dick, even then.

And then, she’d practically raped the lawn boy, that morning, showing off her naked body to him under that transparent robe, and getting exactly the response she had obviously been going for—a really good fuck from another cute boy.

That she had enjoyed immensely.

It was strange, she thought. Once they had gotten to the bedroom, and Billy had resumed fucking her—even though she had forcefully taken him, and not the other way around—Liz mostly dropped back into her desire to be controlled. Once they’d got into the bedroom, she’d told him to use her however he liked, and while they fucked, she let him lead, enjoying the sense of being in the power of the guy fucking her. But, between the several ensuing bouts of intercourse, she’d felt in charge, telling him what she liked, and how she wanted him to fuck her. She figured it was due to their age difference, but while it was a new twist on how she enjoyed her fucking, it was still incredibly hot and satisfying.

Well, it was about noon, so she shrugged the thin robe back on, and wondered what to do with the rest of her day. Then, fighting a battle with her conscience that she very quickly lost, Liz grabbed her phone and called Mark’s number.

“Hey, baby, it’s Lizzie, what’s up? You working? Oh, you have today off, do you? Well, I’m just sitting here at home, all alone. Thinking about you and getting all wet... Um, would you like to come over for a while? Keep me company?” And, with a slow grin, she added “And if you need an incentive, well, I can definitely promise more than a blowjob.“

By 12:30, Mark had arrived, and by 12:40, the afternoon’s fucking had begun, Mark once again getting on top of her and pounding her as hard as he could. Liz luxuriated in the feeling of Mark’s hard dick as it split her open, over and over, felt it become impossibly hard, and then felt the release she always craved, hot semen gushing into her. As she orgasmed, her cervix mindlessly scooped his sperm-laden cum up into her uterus (even though no eggs ever dropped anymore), and her first powerful orgasm of the afternoon took her to her sexual Nirvana, again.

Feeling both amazingly well fucked and also not yet satisfied, Liz proceeded to suck Mark hard again, got on her hands and knees, and told him to fuck her doggy style. Handing control off, back and forth, was starting to feel like a good deal, to her, and it was coming naturally with Mark, as well. Though, she still told him, and meant it, that he was free to do anything he liked to her, and that she was completely his, for now. After cumming quickly—she loved getting fucked doggy style—Mark put his index finger on her little puckered asshole, and pushed into it. He sawed first one, and then two fingers into her ass as he continued to plug her pussy with his dick, feeling his member pounding inside of her with his fingers, through the muscle wall between the two orifices. Liz first muttered, and then shouted, encouragement, the ass play stimulating her even further, until she gasped out “Fuck me... up... my ass... baby... please...”

Mark wasn’t slow—he immediately slipped his cock out of her sopping pussy, covered with both his and her juices, and found that those, plus the juices that had leaked out of Lizzie and slicked up her whole hind end, were more than enough lubrication, and soon Liz was cumming while Mark shot rope after rope of his cum into her bowels.

Liz—or Lizzie, as she was starting to think of this new, unchained version of herself—was impressed. She liked a good poke in the ass, and had enjoyed several over the last few days, but she’d never cum this hard before, from anal sex. Not that she was complaining, mind you.

As kinky and slutty as she’d been acting lately, Lizzie still wasn’t the type to be down with ass-to-mouth stuff, so she took Mark into the shower with her and washed his cock off thoroughly, planning to suck that nice, clean cock hard again, so she could taste and swallow his cum. Or let him fuck her some more, if that was what he wanted. However he wanted to use her, whichever hole he wanted to pump his cum into, was totally fine with her.

Mark wasn’t all that kinky, though, which was one of the things she rather liked about him. He enjoyed solid, hard fucking, 69ing, kissing, fondling and cuddling. All things she truly loved, as well. And he was so cute and handsome, in great shape, with a huge dick that rivalled Roger’s in size. And while Roger’s had a cute downward curve when fully erect, Mark’s had an upward curve. So, the positions in which Roger’s dick wasn’t quite pressing into her G-spot were incredible while Mark was railing her, and vice-versa. In fact, thinking about that made up her mind to get on her back, inviting yet another missionary fuck, where the angle of his dangle hit her G-spot so incredibly well that she’d nearly ed out from the orgasms, the first time he’d taken her like that.

Thinking of Roger, and comparing his cock to the one that had thrust back into her and was currently bottoming out on every stroke, made her realize that she was missing a good opportunity. Just because Roger wasn’t here didn’t mean she couldn’t share this with him.

Lizzie had been too close to cumming to stop, when the idea had come to her, and then didn’t want to stop after that until her boyfriend came again. But, once Mark had filled her womb with his seed again, and they fell into cuddling and kissing, his spunk oozing out of her, she asked, “Baby, would you mind if I grabbed my phone and took some video of us? I want to share it with Roger... and honestly, I want to watch it myself, later. To see if it looks as hot as it feels.”

“Um... you’re not going to, like, post it online or anything, right, Lizzie?” Though Mark seemed more amused, and less worried, by that possibility than he was trying to pretend to be.

“Of course not! It will have a very small and select audience. So, what do you say?”

Mark thought about it a moment, and said, “Sure. But only on one condition.”

“And that is...?” Lizzie asked, toyingly.

“That I get a copy. Because I want to see if it looks as hot as it feels, as well. And don’t worry, it would be for my viewing only.”

“Deal!” Lizzie said, sealing it with a kiss. “I’ll go get my phone.”

The new couple then recorded a couple of hours of their sexual escapade. Mark held the phone while Lizzie gave him a slow, sensual blowjob, recording his amazing girlfriend as she moved from sucking the tip, to licking up and down his shaft, to taking it as deep down her throat as she could. When Mark said “You keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in your mouth, babe,” Lizzie just nodded and increased the tempo of her sucking, communicating quite effectively that she wanted this load in her mouth. Mark grunted, felt his cum rising fast, and giving a warning of “Here it comes, babe!” fed his spunk to the girl, who did her best to swallow every last drop. Great first scene, she thought, turning the recorder off while her boyfriend recharged.

They rested, her spooned into him, sharing bed talk and enjoying the heat from each others’ bodies, until Lizzie could feel Mark’s dick hardening and pressing against her bare butt. She grabbed her phone and started to record again, and handed it to Mark as she pushed him onto his back, straddled his cock, and he took a great video of her pussy slowly settling onto him, stretching as it surrounded his sex. And the slow moan that escaped her lips as she sheathed his sword, so to speak, was incredibly sexy.

Mark found that he couldn’t keep the camera steady while Lizzie rode him—and besides, he wanted to grab her by the ass and hold her in place while he did the thrusting for a while—so he set it down on the bedtable and let it record them, as Lizzie came a couple of times while grinding her pelvis sexily onto Mark’s, varying speeds and angles, letting him hold her still and piledrive her when he wanted, and cumming like a fireworks show when Mark couldn’t hold it any longer, and shot yet another big load into her.

This time, Lizzie went about sucking Mark hard again almost immediately, and he moved into a nice 69 position and licked her clit until he was hard again—and, incidentally, Lizzie had cum a couple of times from being eaten out.

Then she got back up on her hands and knees, handed the still-recording phone to her lover, and said aloud “This is for Roger, he loves seeing a cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Here you go, Roger—watch while Mark fucks me until I can’t see straight!”

Mark found that taking video of his cock plunging in and out of Lizzie was so hot that he only managed to bring his gal off once before spurting into her yet again, which of course brought her off again, as well.

By this time, while Lizzie would have been up for another round or two, Mark had reached his limit. They took advantage of a relaxed cool-down, cuddling and kissing, until Mark finally said he needed to run some errands before the day was over, and really ought to get going. They’d set the videos to send copies to Mark’s phone, and once that was done, Mark got dressed. His kiss goodbye nearly made Lizzie drag him back to bed, but she decided he’d had enough for one day. He didn’t leave before sharing his work schedule with her, though, and they made plans to get together again on Thursday, Mark’s next day off. This time, he said, he’d get there in the morning, and they could spend all day at it. Lizzie liked that idea a lot, and told him so.

After Mark left, Lizzie showered, cleaned up the bed again, and started to think about how she wanted to greet Roger when he came home. Baby doll pajamas, maybe? Or just plain naked? Because she couldn’t wait for him and his big dick to get home and fuck her some more.

As the time for Roger to get back home from work neared, Lizzie thought calmly about how to tell her husband about her busy day. She wasn’t worried about Roger getting jealous—he’d made it obvious for many years that the very thought of her getting fucked by other guys was an enormous turn-on for him. She figured he’d only get pissed if she tried to hide it from him, or seemed to prefer having sex with her boy toys (plural, she noted to herself) when he wasn’t there.

Mark, there was no problem at all. Roger had been part of the process of picking him out as a lover for her, and had watched them fuck for hours, already. And besides, she’d eventually thought of recording some video with him, so she could share it with Roger later. Her only worry, as far as that went, was that he’d want to watch the video as soon as he could, and she wanted them to have a little supper, and then start having sex as soon as they could. Well, maybe they could ’cast the video up onto the bedroom TV, and he could watch and fuck her at the same time.

Billy was a different matter. Billy was a whim, an overwhelming urge that she’d been unable to resist. What’s more, she’d promoted him from a whim to a regularly scheduled weekly morning of fucking her brains out, as a reward for good behavior—no, great behavior—in her bed. That didn’t bother her. It didn’t even bother her that it was just barely legal for her to take an 18-year-old to bed at all, much less order him to fuck her silly. What bothered her was that, while she had no regrets at all, and was quite set on keeping her promise of spending Monday mornings in bed with him from now on, she didn’t really recall deciding to let Billy fuck her. She realized she’d been teasing him, with that thin robe, and when she realized that she had just essentially shown her fully naked body to him, it had made her pussy start to lubricate like crazy.

But, the thought of how hot it would be for the boy to take those shorts off and pull her robe open seemed to have shorted something out in her head, because the next thing she could , she was kissing him, moaning as he touched her nipples, pulling at his shorts, and the fact that she was going to fuck him was already decided, in her mind. He didn’t even get a choice, he was going to fuck her little pink pussy all morning, and that was that. “I mean, I didn’t even ask,” she thought. “I just got on top of him and went to town. Not that he made a complaint,” she added to herself, with a smile.

It wasn’t like anyone else had decided for her; honestly, looking back on it, once she’d seen Billy, smelled his sweat and saw his glistening body, it was pretty much a done deal, she thought. With her new feeling of being released from her hang-ups, maybe this was how it was going to work, she thought. If she liked the looks of a guy, or his smell, or any number of other things, she was now thinking of him as a potential bed partner, and both hoping he’d make a move, and planning to make her own move if need be, so either way, the move would be made. The decision to go ahead and fuck seemed to be happening the moment she imagined someone making her cum, or even just imagining them naked. It was as if, the moment she considered it as a possibility, it became amazingly easy to see herself getting fucked, and at that point, the decision was made. She was committed; not just willing, but insistent.

Lizzie decided that, since it didn’t bother her now, and since Roger had his cuckold fetish, the best thing she could do would be to tell Roger all about it, any and every time it happened. The only way this could possibly work would be to have no secrets between them over sex. Because, if this kept up, there was going to be a LOT of sex happening, and at least some of the time—all right, a lot of the time—it wasn’t going to be with Roger. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold the guys-on-the-side down to just her current two boy toys, but whatever happened, ultimately, she was Roger’s wife, and no one else’s. She would share everything she did with him.

When Roger got home, Lizzie had decided to just leave on the thin robe that Billy had so enjoyed seeing through, that morning. And nothing else. Roger noticed, looking at the newly tight body his wife was so proud of, barely concealed by the very thin fabric. He thought that she was feeling aroused pretty much all the time, now, which wasn’t anything that bothered him.

“So, how was your day, dear?” Roger asked his wife. Lizzie decided to go with the known quantity first, and said “It was great! Um... Mark came over this afternoon.”

That likely explained his wife’s near nudity, he thought, though he was a little surprised. He’d figured that his suggestions would be just enough to get Liz loosened up enough to become his shared wife, not to take it to fucking the guys in private, after having had a taste of them (literally). But, he might be jumping to conclusions, right? And besides, except for not being able to watch, he found he didn’t mind if Liz saw Mark for one-on-ones, so long as she didn’t try to conceal it from him. And told him all about it. But hey, maybe he’d forgotten his phone charger at their house, or something like that, so instead of assuming, he asked a few questions to determine what they’d done.

“So, how long did he stay?” Roger asked, and when Lizzie answered with a smile, “Oh, about three or four hours,” he was sure what they’d been doing. A small pit of jealousy made its presence known in the pit of his stomach, because she’d done it without asking or telling him first, but, as always, was immediately washed away by excitement, thinking of his wife spending the afternoon getting her ass fucked off. And since he’d watched Mark plow her the other day, for a few hours, he could easily imagine how it had all gone down.

“I’m assuming you weren’t wearing anything more than what you’re wearing now for most of that time, huh?” Roger asked brightly, his cock already restlessly beginning to swell in his pants.

“Yeah, not even this. I spent the whole time naked. And yes, before you ask, he fucked my brains out all afternoon. It was great!” She got a sly look on her face, and said “But we didn’t forget about you, babe.”

“Oh? Howso?” Roger was surprised; he figured he’d spend a delightful evening in bed with his wife as she told him all about it, when he wasn’t fucking her senseless. She has more?

“We made some video.” Lizzie blushed, but not nearly as much as she would have back in the day, Roger thought. “Of me sucking him off, and him fucking me in, um, a few positions. Maybe an hour to 90 minutes’ worth. I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t think of it until after we’d been going at it for a little while.”

“Oh? What did you not manage to catch?” Roger was curious, now, to hear her describe things in her own words. It was making him really horny, just thinking about it.

“Um, a couple of positions we hadn’t tried yet, like fucking while he was spooning me, and some reverse cowgirl. And a really hot fuck up my ass—I came really hard when he blew a load into my ass, this time. It surprised me. I’m sorry I don’t have that on video. It was really hot, babe.”

“So, can I watch?”

“I made some food, so let’s have a bite to eat first. And I figure we ought to be able to ’cast the video onto the bedroom TV, so we can both watch it in bed this evening. While you reclaim my pussy.” And, in a serious tone, she added “I recorded it for you, love, but I also wanted it for me. It feels so hot, having Mark use me and do whatever he wants with my body, that I wanted to see if it looks as hot as it feels when he’s doing it. We can watch it together, and decide.”

They went into the kitchen, and as they started to eat, she in her transparent robe and he still in his shirt and tie, she said “Oh, and you didn’t leave any cash for me to give to Billy.”

“Billy?” Roger asked.

“You know, Billy, the boy who mows the lawn every Monday morning. I took two twenties out of my own purse and paid him with that, so you owe my purse forty bucks.” Then, with lidded eyes, she added “Though, I don’t think he’d have missed the cash.”

“Ah?” Roger responded. He suddenly had an idea of where this was about to go, but sat back to listen. He was enjoying this.

“Well, after you left for work, I didn’t feel like putting clothes on. I wanted to the feel of your body on mine, so I just put this robe on. I was sitting in the living room, dressed like this, when Billy knocked on the door to get his money. I told him to come in and sit down a minute to rest up, but when I was coming back with his cash, I realized just how thin this robe is, and that, well, Billy was getting an eyeful.”

“Yeah, I can even see your pussy lips through it,” Roger said.

“So could Billy, I’m sure. I set down next to him, gave him the twenties, and as he put them in his pocket—and, I might add, he was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, socks and shoes—I could see that me being nearly naked, right next to him, was having an impact.”

“Nice bulge?”

“Oh, yes, and literally growing as I watched. And, babe, I don’t know what it is, but ever since Saturday, I’ve felt so, I dunno, released. Able to enjoy anything I want. And, right then—I wanted Billy.“

“So...?” Roger was getting nice and hard now, the remainder of his supper forgotten, listening to his wife describe her morning.

“So,” Lizzie breathed, “the next thing I knew, I had my tongue in the boy’s mouth, my robe was open, and he was pinching my nipples. We got naked in record time, and after I slicked him up with my mouth, I rode him, right on the couch, until he shot into me.”

“And that made you cum, I’m sure. A creampie always brings you off, dear.” Roger smiled at the thought. “So, was that it?”

“Oh, no. Are you kidding? I had myself a horny young teen boy, I wanted to see how many times I could make him cum before he tapped out, and how many of those loads he had for me.” She smiled, ing how Billy had pumped her like a man every time he was close to cumming. It was sweet, it was hot, and it had made her cum all the harder.

“And... how many?”

“Five. One in my mouth, one in my ass, and three in my twat.”

“You know you’re gonna get a few more, starting in a few minutes, right?” Roger was barely restraining himself from lifting her robe, opening his fly, and pushing into her right at the kitchen table.

“I’m counting on it, babe. Oh, one more thing. I changed Billy’s pay rate.”

“Oh?”

“Yep—he still gets forty bucks for every time he mows the lawn, but from now on, he also gets two or three hours in bed with me. Every Monday morning.”

“Um, okay,” Roger said, “but what are you gonna do come winter, when he won’t be mowing the lawn once a week?”

“I guess I’ll just stop giving him the forty bucks, when he comes over to fuck me silly. The cash was only for the lawn, after all.” Lizzie’s goofy grin, plus her slightly parted lips as she smiled at the thought, told Roger she was intent on keeping both of her current boy toys, for as long as they wanted to keep hooking up and fucking the shit out of her. While not ruling out adding more lovers to the little harem she seemed to be acquiring.

“Anyone else fuck you today, or is that it, dear?” Roger asked.

“Well, you. Both this morning, and starting again in a minute or two.” Wink. “But nope, no other boys in our bed. Or in me. Today, anyway. Yet.” she added, with a second wink.

Roger was so excited, thinking of his once-shy wife jumping the bones of the lawn boy and fucking him all morning, not to mention spending the afternoon in bed with Mark, that they’d nearly run to the bedroom. He sped right past foreplay and, once he’d stripped his own clothes off and Lizzie had shrugged her robe off, to get naked—for the third time today, in front of the third guy she’d fucked today—he’d gone straight to laying Lizzie onto her back and entering her without preamble. She was wet just knowing what Roger was about to do—and from telling him about how she’d gotten fucked all day—so he slid in easily and started to fuck her urgently.

Once they’d each cum (Lizzie a couple of times), taking the edge off of their shared excitement, Roger got her talking about her day in more exquisite detail, describing how it had felt to take Billy so forcefully, how his teen cock had barely wilted on her after the first couple of times he’d cum in her, and how she’d felt giving Mark a booty call, once Roger found out that she had called him in search of sex, not the other way around. “I promised he’d get a lot more than a blowjob if he came over,” she said with a little giggle. “Though, I also did blow him, of course. We got that on video for you, too.”

“I had almost forgot about that,” Roger said, “give me your phone and I’ll get it to ’cast up to the TV.”

Watching his wife giving Mark a sensual blow job, big as life on the bedroom TV, had Roger telling her “Damn, you’re good at that, Liz. This is one of the hottest BJ videos I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, there’s more coming.. or should I say, cumming,” she answered. “And, by the way... Liz was the woman who had her head all messed up over enjoying sex. My two boys call me Lizzie. I... like that. Liz was afraid, and shut down when she got too stimulated. Lizzie likes stimulation! Lizzie likes to cum all day! Lizzie likes cock, the more the better!” And, a little more softly, she added “Lizzie loves sex nearly as much as she loves you.” She kissed him for a minute, and then finished with “So, call me Lizzie, okay, babe? Especially in bed?”

“Oh, so little Lizzie likes cock, huh?” Roger said, leaning into it. Lizzie thought it was amazingly hot, hearing Roger call her by her new name, the name her boys called her when they were using her like the cum slut she realized she had become. That she always was. And that she loved being.

“Yeah... Lizzie likes cock. Lizzie loves cock. And,” she said, looking like she was more turned on than he could recall her ever being, “Lizzie loves your cock most of all. Lizzie needs your cock!“

“Well, then I guess I ought to give Lizzie what she needs, then, eh?” Her response, “Oh, GOD YES!” was amped up by the fact that Roger’s boner had slid its way into her, filling her so deliciously, as she’d started to answer.

They ended up not watching more than a third of the video Lizzie and Mark had made, that night, even though it played through on the TV a couple of times. They just found themselves too distracted with their own fucking to pay the proper amount of attention to it. Hearing Lizzie’s gasps, moans and screams both from the TV, and from the live version his cock was buried in, was an interesting experience. But really hot, he decided.

From the parts of the video they did watch, though, they both decided that it really was hot. Lizzie’s “bikini body” served as an amazing amateur porn body, in Roger’s opinion, and he told her so. He’d seen girls as pretty as his Lizzie, in the porn he’d looked at online, but no one who was prettier. And no one who fucked more sensually, excitingly, sexily... whatever adjective you wanted to use. His wife was simply a gorgeous woman who fucked like a maniac, and watching her suck and fuck was endlessly entertaining, exciting, and hot.

“I think it would be hot to post this online,” Roger told her after watching a bit, in between bouts of intercourse. “Lots of people do.”

“I would love for thousands of horny guys to whack off watching me get fucked,” Lizzie said, surprising herself, but the sudden flush of heat she felt through her loins as she thought about it convinced her that she actually meant it. “But, honey, the way things are these days, I think it’s better to keep a low profile about that kind of thing. Besides, I already promised Mark I wouldn’t post it anywhere, and he made the same promise to me.”

“He has a copy?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, he’s in it too, right? The ‘intellectual property’—okay, in this case the ‘sexual property’—is only half mine, the other half is his, right? He has just as much of a right to watch it while he masturbates as I have when I want to bring myself off, right?” A little sigh escaped her, thinking about how hot the sex had been when she and Mark had made the video. Then she added, “That’s one reason why I wanted to make it, you know? First and foremost, I wanted to share with you, but when you’re not around, and I guess when I can’t hook up with my other guys”—she said that very casually, now, Roger noted—“I’m going to want to watch it. Well, me and my vibrator.”

Wow, Roger thought—Lizzie really was a lot more laid back about sex, now. She’d taken the suggestion that she liked being watched while fucking completely to heart, as well. She’d not only made a sex tape, she’d let a copy of it out of her immediate control, though he was beginning to believe she had means to control Mark, if she really wanted to. Denying him sex would make him regret going against her wishes, Roger was sure. Fact was, though, he wasn’t sure Lizzie could—or at least, would—deny him much of anything in the bedroom, the way she was now. Amazing.

“And you have to it,” she said, watching on the screen as Mark’s cock sluiced in and out of her slit, in close up, her juices coating his shaft as he railed her to orgasm, “it’s fun to have this on while we fuck, too!”

And Roger had no answer for that. But he did have one request.

“Next Monday, Lizzie,” he said, “you might want to ask Billy how he feels about making a video with you.”

Her answering smile lit up the room like a bonfire.