Two plus one? (closed for EklectikChik)

Her frantic moves up and down his cock made it clear to him that she did indeed enjoy being called a slut, and that his ideas of what could happen with Tom were pleasing to her ears to say the least. Her reaction was so exciting that he knew it wouldn't take long before he would come hard.

"Oh, babe, you're just so fucking hot! I love you so much!" he groaned. "Even if I want you to be used by Tom as his fuck toy whenever he wants... that doesn't mean I love you any less, babe... it just makes you so much sexier..." he went on, fighting hard not to come too soon, as he didn't want that feeling to end.

"What do you say if you called him after we get out of this tub... and you tell him how much you enjoyed today... and maybe tell him that you want to be his fucktoy... Would you like that?" he continued feeling the tidal wave of his orgasm approaching fast.
 
Kate couldn't even respond to that. Her body twisted against his own, her body arching as she came hard and fast, thrusting her breasts into his face as his fingers dug in to her hips, helping her ride out the waves of pleasure that flooded her body.

"Oooh god! Oooh yes baby!" She cried out, his steely shaft cleaving her sensitive flesh, not letting up, not letting her down. She whimpered, desperately clinging to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh Darel, please! I'll do anything, anything..."
 
Her cries were too much for him to handle at this point. He cried as he filled her pussy, shaking from every muscle.

"OOohhhhhh, fuck, babe, you are soooo hot!" he sighed as he tried to breathe normally again, hanging on to her body as his cock continued to throb in orgasm.

"Anything, huh?" he said with a sly smile as he settle down slightly. "You know I'll hold you to that, don't you?"

After a few seconds be broke the embrace and came out of the tub. He dried himself out and went into the bedroom, beginning to get dressed.

"Let's go downstairs and have some dinner! You've got a phone call to make!" he shouted.
 
She laughed at his enthusiasm and after washing herself off properly, got out of the tub and dried herself off. She was definitely hungry, so after hurriedly dressing, she joined him downstairs, smiling and glowing with excitement.

"I didn't cook tonight. I was thinking take out would be good, but we have some left overs if you want. That will be faster at least, if you're starving." She told him, watching him grab his cell as he moved to the kitchen to fetch them both a drink.

Perched on the edge of a bar stool at the breakfast bar, she undid her hair and finger combed it. "Look at you. You're about as excited as a high school kid with a permanent boner."
 
He laughed at her comment, unwittingly looking down at his pants.

"Nope. Boner is gone! You took care of that. Twice today!" he said with a wide smile on his face, fiddling with the phone in his hands.

"Before we eat, you will have to make the call! I want you to tell him first of all how much you enjoyed today - and give details, tell him what you enjoyed - and then I want you to tell him that you want to be his little fucktoy, or his little slut or whore, or whatever word you may choose, and that he can do whatever he wants with you! How's that?" he asked smiling, handing her the phone, and then leaned on the breakfast bar, waiting on her move.
 
Her eyes widened slightly as Darel handed her the phone and she stared at it rather nervously. Could she really talk like that to Tom? Darel was watching her expectantly as she cleared her throat and licked her lips.

"I'll try." She told him, making no promises, "It feels a little weird still...this being all new."

Forging on though, she pressed the send button and dialed Tom's number. His phone rang once, twice, three times and then he picked up. "Hey bro! How's that hot little wife of yours doing?" He teased with a laugh.

This gave her the opening she needed and she grinned, "I'm doing real good, Tom, thanks you for asking." She purred into the receiver and gave her best sexy, throaty laugh, "Actually, more than good. I really enjoyed today. I never would have thought I could be so naughty, but sucking on your delicious cock has made me hungry for more...lots more." She added.

He moaned into the phone, thrilling her as Darel stepped closer and listened in. She giggled and slid her fingers teasingly down the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. "You felt so good in my pussy Tom...so big and hard, making me so wet. God I came so good, it was unbelievable. I hope you had fun. Did you have fun Tom?"

His breathing burst through the receiver, "Oh fuck yeah. Damn, you're making me hard just thinking about it."

"Darel says I have permission to be your little fuck toy. So I was hoping you could come out to play sometime...use my body for your pleasure? What do you think? Think you can handle it?"
 
To that, they could hear a thumping sound on the other end.

"What was that?" Darel whispered.

"Oh... sorry, I seemed to have dropped my phone there", Tom said and laughed nervously, feeling a little silly.

He then cleared his throat:

"I can't believe I'm hearing this! I'm hoping this is not some kind of cruel practical joke on Darel's part - I'm used to those kinds of stunts, you know! But I can't sense any deceit in your voice, Kate, none at all! And that's... HOT! Very hot!" he said and swallowed hard, trying to pull himself together.

"So, absolutely, I would love it if you were my fuck toy!" he continued with a happy voice. "Actually I've got a little situation here. My parents arrived in town unexpectedly and they need a place to stay for a week. The idea of sharing my apartment with my parents for a week is a nightmare, so do you think I could bunk with you guys for a week?" he asked.

Darel's face lit up and nodded, signalling that it's up to Kate.
 
She laughed with amusement, finding it rather endearing that she could flustered the usually suave Tom. It was fun to ruffle his feathers and excite beyond measure.

Darel was just as excited, grinning and nodding. "Oh I think something could be arranged. Free room and board in exchange for unlimited sexual favors. Fun for all!" She teased and giggled when Tom moaned again, his cock straining against his tented pants.

"Sooo...why don't you get packet up tonight and ready and when you're ready, come on over. It'll be fun to play happy little wifey to two of my favorite guys." She continued and shot Darel a wink. "Just don't expect me to pick up your dirty socks."

Tom laughed and coughed, "Ah fuck, you two are killing me. I'm gonna have to rub one out before I get anything done."

"That's my job." She teased and giggled, "Here is your buddy, I'm off to order us some food. Be good." She added and handed Darel the phone.
 
"Hey, dumbass! Fleeing the parental storm, are we?" Darel poked at Tom's sore spot.

"Yup. I'm glad you guys called. I was gonna call you, but you beat me to it. I didn't know if you needed space tonight, so I'm glad you moved before I did. A week with my parents is more than I can bare, man!" Tom complained.

"Then get your ass over here! If you're on time you may get something to eat besides my wife's pussy!" Darel grinned.

"Funny. Yeah. Hey, did I mention how much I love you guys?" Tom asked in an uncharacteristic show of affection.

Darel stopped for a second, surprised by Tom's words.

"I know, Tom! Do you think I would have let you fuck my wife if I didn't know that?"

Tom laughed at Darel's question and hung up the phone after telling Darel he'll be there in about 30 minutes. Darel went into the living room, finding Kate as she ordered the food. He waited for her to put the phone down, looking at her with great admiration.

"He'll be here in half an hour!" Darel told her. "Why don't you put on the sexiest outfit you can find? Maybe that red plunge dress I bought you last week?"
 
She grinned, having ordered a boat load of Chinese food for them to feast on. "Ooo..with the red heels from last night?" She asked, watching his eyes light up as he nodded. "No bra...no panties?" She added, standing up to move closer, planting a kiss on his chin.

"Are you sure this is going to be okay with you? I mean, he'll be in our house for a week..." Her words trailed off as he kissed her and made her sigh, her hands traveling over his strong chest and flat abs to tease him through his pants.

"I'll take that as a yes...I should probably hurry if I only have 30 minutes." With a wink, she playfully swatted his bottom and moved away, moving away quickly before bounding up the stairs with an excited little laugh.
 
Darel laughed at her playfulness. From the first time he laid eyes on her, that's what he found most attractive in her. She could light up the darkest room with her smile and playful demeanor. He walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of white wine from the cooler, and then went to set the table in the dining room. He did so smiling all the way, knowing what a fund week then will have.

He made sure everything was ready before he heard the door bell. He went to the door thinking that the food had arrived, but found Tom instead.

"Look who was eager to get here? You beat the delivery guy to it!" Darel smiled.

"The delivery guy? She's gonna fuck him too?" he grinned.

Darel grabbed Tom by his shirt and pulled him inside, slapping him over the back of his head. Tom had his hands full with a couple of bags, and didn't retaliate. He knew he deserved it too.

"Go and throw those bags in the living room. We'll take them up in the guest room later!" Darel said and lead Tom into the dining room.

Tom followed him in and sat on one of the chairs.

"Wow, man, is this really happening?" Tom asked in disbelief.

"Yup, it is. I can't believe it myself!" he said smiling, pouring wine in Tom's glass.

"So... how do you want me to play this? You know... I mean, she said she wants to be my fuck toy! What does that mean exactly?" Tom asked, leaning over the table and keeping his voice down.

"Well..." he began while pouring himself some wine as well. "I think she explained it when she said she wants to be used for your pleasure. Doesn't that spell it out for you?"

"Yeah, but my pleasures are... you know... weird at times. Why do you think I'm not married? Women can't handle me and my kinky nature!" Tom said in a soft voice.

"Kinky? How kinky?" Darel enquired.

"Well... you know... name calling, spanking, public sex, bondage... and that's just to begin with!" he explained, being interrupted by the door bell.

"What? Really? Hold that thought!" Darel said and went to the door.
 
Back in their room, Kate dressed in the short, low plunging and body hugging red number that Darel had bought her. She'd never had an occasion to wear it, it being a little too daring for business get togethers and a little too dressy for regular outings.

The cool material rubbed her bare body sensually, making her feel naughty as she slipped on her high heels and ran a brush through her hair, then spritzed on her favorite perfume. In the mirror she expertly applied some bold and daring red lipstick, pursing her lips and then smiling.

Downstairs she heard the doorbell ring and felt her heart flutter. On impulse, she went to straighten their bed real quick and picked up the room, then gave herself another once over before getting up the nerve to make her appearance. Stepping out of their room, she slowly made her way carefully down the stairs, watching as Darel payed the delivery man and shut the door, turning only to pause and gape. This made her blush and grin as she reached the bottom step and moved to help him with his arm load. "So I look okay?"
 
"Okay??? My word, you look... deadly gorgeous!" Darel said, happy she was there in time to make their entrance together. "You don't need to help me with this, I can handle it! Go ahead!" he urged her, following right behind.

Tom's mouth fell as he gazed upon Kate's killer dress. He stood up to greet her.

"Oh wow! You are... wow!" he said, finding it difficult to express how hot she looked to him.

Darel walked in the room behind Kate and placed the food on the table.

"You can close your mouth now, Tom! But not for long. Food is here!"

"Kate, you are ravishing!" Tom insisted, taking her hand and kissing her lovely fingers, showing her to her seat.

"Help yourselves!" Darel said, smiling at their interaction. "Desert comes later!" he said and sat down, as they slowly selected their food and began to enjoy it while it was hot.
 
Kate smiled at Tom, enjoying lavish attention and the way he kissed her with affection before moving her to the table where he pulled out her seat like a gentleman. Darel watched on in amusement as he best buddy put on a show.

With all three of them seated, the passed the boxes of food around, chatting like old times, sharing a laugh or two as Tom and Darel flirted with her shamelessly. It felt odd having both of their undivided attentions, but she was loving every single moment, falling into the banter and play easily.

Trying not to heat up the moment too soon, she tried to steer the conversation into another subject for a moment. "So what will your parents be doing here for a week, Tom? Other than making your life difficult?" She asked sweetly, batting her eyes as he groaned in dismay.

"Oh they'll force me to take them out, show them around, even though they have been here a zillion times. They'll visit old friends and what not. Don't you even think about entertaining them tho." He threatened, making her laugh.

"I wouldn't dream of it. That's beyond my kink level." She teased and poked out her tongue, making him blanch at the thought.

"Speaking of kink level..." Tom added, his eyes darting towards Darel's. "I wanted to ask...that is, I uh..." He cleared his throat, looking a little uncomfortable as he watched her bite into an egg roll, her bright eyes watching him curiously.
 
"Oh, shit, what's he gonna say?" Darel thought to himself, bracing himself for what was about to be said, knowing that there had been lots of no-go zones in their sex life, possibly because he was too afraid to ask; Tom wasn't as bashful as he was though.

"Ummm.... I was telling Darel that one of the reasons I'm not married is that women can't really handle me..." he said and stopped for a second, trying to find the right words, "And not for the reason you think: I mean it's not a size thing. It's about how kinky I am. So... I was curious to know how kinky you are, Kate, I mean besides the newly discovered vocation of fuck toy for your husband's best friend?"

"Oh God!" Darel replied hiding his face in his hands.
 
Setting aside her food, she watched as Darel hid behind his hand and wiped off her fingers, smiling. "He acts as though I'm going to blow up and get all bitchy." She mused out loud and sat back, crossing her shapely legs.

"Well..." she started slowly, pondering his question, "I'm not sure to be honest. Darel has never asked for anything 'unusual' and I've always had fun with whatever we were up to. I suppose to someone like you, our sex life might be a little vanilla if you're as kinky as you say."

Taking a breath, she steepled her fingers together and gazed at him curiously, "I suppose you would have to tell me what you find kinky and I could give you a red flag or green one. I'm not going to get offended or angry as long as we keep our communication open. I mean...obviously I'm willing to try new things since I sucked your cock and let you fuck me while my husband watched and vise versa, right?"

Giggling, she lay a comforting hand on her hands arm and tugged his hands away. "Who knows...I might be kinkier than you imagined me to be."
 
Darel allowed her to pull his hands away and he looked at her with a smile.

"Really? Cool!" he grinned.

"Of course really, stupid, I did fuck her brains out before your very eyes!!!" Tom teased him.

"Right... So... go ahead, Tom, let's hear the kinks!" Darel grinned at him with satisfaction written all over his face.

Tom composed himself and took a sip of wine. He knew he was in a mined field.

"Ok, I will give you three examples, and you can flag them accordingly!" he began.

"This ought to be good!" Darel interrupted like an eager schoolboy.

"Shut up! Now, let's see... Number one: Being stripped naked and tied to that pole you have in the living room, while I punish you for being a whore by flogging you over your ass and tits."

"Fuck!" Darel exclaimed.

"Two: Asking Darel to fuck your mouth while I fuck that tight little ass of yours."

"FUCK!" he shouted louder.

"And three: Dressing you like a whore and taking you to a bar, watching other men hit on you and feel you up. Of course you'd be wearing no underwear!" he said and smiled.

"I'm gonna faint now!" Darel gasped.
 
She laughed at Darel's outbursts of excitement, making a show by rolling his eyes as if experiencing an orgasm. "Just ignore him." She said, grinning as she squeezed her thighs together, but didn't seem overly shocked.

"Well...um...I'll give number one a yellow flag...I suppose it depends on the level of pain. I don't want to be flogged to the point of needing to be hospitalized or to create excruciating pain...if that makes sense...I seem to enjoy a good hard spank." She mused.

Shifting in her seat, she felt her pussy tingle to life at the prospect of his cock diving balls deep into her tight ass. "I've never done anal...we've never done anal, but I'm curious...if you're experienced, I'm sure you can get me there. So green on that."

She watched him lick his lips and moaned with approval. "God you're killing me all over again."

"Three, they can look and maybe touch with Darel's consent. I think that's rather sexy, as long as you both protect me from the creeps out there." She added and took a tremulous breath, her skin suddenly hot as she felt a rush of desire. "None of this scares me off, if that is what you are wondering."
 
"I am speechless!" Darel said with admiration, almost falling off his chair.

"Actually, I am too!" Tom agreed, smiling at her with a flirty wink.

"I never knew you were interested in anal sex..."

"Well it seems you never asked!" Tom intervened.

"This is not something you can ask you wife just like that: Honey can I fuck you in the ass?" Darel defended himself. "Cause I would have fucked her in the ass, my friend, oh yeah!"

"Steady now!" Tom grinned. "Just to make number one clear: I never inflict more pain than is sexually pleasurable. It may make your skin red and sensitive, but nothing clinical, I can assure you! As far as number two: I have done it before and I know what I'm doing, so I'm up for it if you are! And three: I wouldn't take you to a sleazy bar. And both Darel and I would be close by, ready to take out anyone who goes further than is sexually arousing to you!" he said and smiled.

"Wow!" Darel simply said and then looked at her. "Well?"
 
"Well what?" She teased her husband and giggled, "I'm up for it if you are. Like I said, communication is key...I don't want any one of us regretting anything or hurting our newly formed...bond."

Taking a sip of her wine, she took in both men, their faces masks of pleasure and anticipation, practically rubbing their hands together and laughing wickedly at the games to come. She trusted both of them implicitly, which was strangely soothing. Deep down she knew that Tom wouldn't harm her any more than Darel would.

"May I add my own little fantasy to play?" She suddenly asked, "Along the lines of anal...if it's successful and enjoyable...I'm game with letting you both do it. But how would you feel about filling my pussy as well? One in my ass, one in my pussy? That might be...doubly fun, for me at least." She said, blushing as Darel gasped at her bold request.
 
"Oh wow!" Darel said after he could breathe again. "Are you kidding me? That sounds amazing!"

"Certainly, I have to say I've never done that before, so it would be great fun!" Tom agreed.

"Excuse me a minute!" Darel said and stood up. "I'll be right up!" he continued and left the room heading for the toilet.

When they were alone, Tom said to her:

"Would you like me to show you what I mean by flogging your breasts? Come over here and uncover your breasts for me!" he commanded her. "I think Darel would like to see your breasts tortured when he came back!" he smiled.
 
Her eyes widened a fraction and then she smiled, nervously getting up and moving to him. He spread his legs, turning his seat to the side so that she'd have room to slip onto his lap.

Standing between them, she slowly shrugged her dress off her shoulders and tugged it to sit over her hips, baring her torso and breasts to his sight. He sighed and tugged her close, planting a soft kiss on each hard nipple before she sat on one of his thighs.

Lifting one of her arms, she placed it over his shoulder and forced the other to her side, looking at him expectantly. "Okay..." She breathed, "I'm a little nervous."
 
Tom smiled as Kate's breasts were fully exposed to him, eager and nervous, not knowing what will happen next. Tom raised his right arm and lightly brushed one of her hardened nipple, and reached her face, turning it towards him.

"I can't promise it won't hurt a bit!" he said and kissed her soft lips.

He then broke the kiss and looked into her eyes:

"If you're going to be my fuck toy, you'll have to learn the way of pain that leads to ecstasy. You can look down to see I will do to them!" he said and then he moved his right hand away towards her left, with his palm at the ready, and then he swiftly slapped her left breast, making it bounce deliciously.
 
She let out a surprised yelp, still unprepared by his sudden slap, her nail digging into his back, but she didn't move or stop him. His eyes met hers, his excited breath a little uneven when she nodded slightly, giving him the okay as she licked her lips.

"You sure?" He murmured thickly, gently caressing the sting from her flesh.

"Yes." She whispered back and glanced back down as he squeezed the other breast, thumbing the nipple before drawing back to give it a smack,. She gasped this time and squirmed against his thigh.
 
Her reaction and courage in the face of a new and potentially terrifying experience was such a huge turn on for Tom. He knew he found something special when she didn't run away after the first slap, which he expected her to possibly do. He was also surprised that he had slapped her a bit harder than he had intended, probably spurred on by his arousal.

"Whenever I look at you, I get so turned on," he said grunting, while twisting her other nipple in his fingers, "that a fire burns deep within me, and the beast is unleashed!" he continued and smacked her left breast again, this time a little lighter as her flesh was now more sensitive to touch.

When Darel returned from the toilet he could hear the slap and the gasp which followed and he approached slowly, looking discretely into the dining room, watching Kate topless sitting on Tom's lap.

"Now tell me how it feels to have your lovely plump tits smacked by your husband's best friend! How does it make you feel?" he asked and gave her right breast a slap, making Darel almost faint in surprise.
 
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