Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

My dressing room faintly smelled of my husband’s favorite perfume I wore as he knelt naked at my feet and secured the claps on my white 6in heels having finished first watching me style my light blonde hair and apply my makeup, pink lipstick and silver eyeshadow being the new standard for days like this. Then helping me in a pink mini dress he had picked out when we were shopping earlier in the week. It hung off my shoulders having a deep cleavage baring neckline with thigh high hem all while being just sheer enough to display the lack of any underneath. Turning around and bending over slightly so my ass was in his face he completed his final task by inserting a silver metallic buttplug with a pink jewel on the end. Looking back down at my kneeling husband watching his little dick twitching with anticipation of what comes next. The tiny thing had been rock hard since I stepped out of the shower likely from the sound of  me making myself cum on a large dildo I now kept in there. So the look of confusion on his face when I stepped away and towards the large double doors was fun. I knew I couldn't break the ritual conditioning if I wanted to continue to push this game towards its end goal so I stood in the doorway and called “Well come here unless you want your friends to arrive and find you kneeling naked on my floor. With that he stood and walked over his small dick pointing nearly straight up. 

Gripping his balls in my right hand I ran the pointy pink nails of my left hand over the head down to the base of his shaft of his dick. Forcing his hard dick to point downward towards the floor I stroked it steadily and began the well rehearsed phrases.  “Do you like watching me do my makeup like a sexy whore?... Do you like it when I dress like a sexy whore ?… Do you like helping me dress like a sexy whore?... Do you like having a sexy whore wife?… Do you like  dressing me in sexy whore outfits?... Does having a sexy whore wife make you horny?…”. With a change in inflection I switched to ''You like when I’m a sexy       whore … You like when I dress like a sexy whore…You like dressing me in sexy whore outfits… You like having a sexy whore Hotwife…  having a sexy…whore…Hotwife makes you horny…having a sexy whore… Hotwife makes you want to cum…  You want me to feel like a sexy whore by making you cum… You want to cum for your whore Hotwife…” With him now close “You like when other men look at your sexy whore wife?... “You like that other men find your whore wife sexy?... You like knowing other men want your sexy whore HOTwife?” He was on his absolute edge when I ended with “You like that other men want to FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife… You like knowing other men would FUCK your sexy whore HOTwife...CUM for YOUR sexy whore Hotwife…CUM  NOW FOR YOUR SEXY WHORE HOTWIFE!…” His cum shot to the carpeted floor just as the doorbell rang. “Clean up your mess before you get dressed, I told my husband as I placed my wedding rings on my bedside table. "I’ll be sure to entertain your guests" putting an sultry emphasis on the word. 

I opened the front door to find two tall dark skinned black men. Marcus and Trev were both former college football teammates of my husband. Greeting them in a seductive voice  “Hello boys! He is still cleaning up but I’ll show you downstairs”. The two men took in my slutty dress and new blonde hair. “Like the new look?” I asked as I turned so they could see the back. Trev responded “You never fail to impress sweetie” Marcus added “Foxy as always Jenn but you didn’t have to get dressed up just for us”. Laughing “Maybe I did or maybe not” With that I started to take the men down to the basement bar. I paused at the steps turning to catch both men staring at my ass so flashed the hem of my dress up briefly. Downstairs I stepped behind the bar and made the three of us drinks while flirting. My husband made his way down with a few more men, some I knew others I didn’t, before I could get into any real trouble. 

Over the course of the night I played sexy bartender and hostess for my husband and his friends serving food and drinks making sure my husband’s drinks were heavy all while flirting with the men. Occasionally pushing into inappropriate teasing when my husband was aware and often when he wasn’t. I would clean the felt table of glasses and bottles bending over at the waist so those in front could clearly see down my dress at my bare tits. Those behind had a view of my plugged ass as my dress slid up. I left the guys to play cards calling over my shoulder “You can ask my husband why I haven't played since college”. I resumed my hostess duties a bit later now being even less discreet with my teasing of the men going as far as to sit on a lap or two during breaks in the game. It was late when most of the guys had left leaving only my husband, Marcus and Trev who were staying for the next few days anyway. After a few hands I told my very drunk husband “Why don’t you go to bed? I'll clean up and take care of anything the boys need”. 

With my husband off to bed I leaned against Marcus’s strong chest as his hands roamed my body as Trev looked on. "Don't be shy. I know you've wanted me since I started dating him and I know I wouldn't be the first you had of his girlfriends". Putting my foot on a chair and lifting my dress slightly I ran a finger over my soaked pussy before continuing  "Come taste what you've been missing out on". With that little tease Trev hurried over and buried his face in my pussy. The wide licks of his tongue sent chills over my body. Marcus played with my tits and drew my mouth to his. I reached back rubbing Marcus's huge bulging cock over his pants. Marcus teased "I told him what a secret little whore you were but Trev didn't believe it, maybe you should have been an actress". In the midst of letting out a soft moan I replied "The only films I've done aren't the type you win an Oscar for and you know it". Trev's licks pushed me near the edge, made even worse by Marcus then grabbing my throat giving it a firm squeeze causing me to moan more. "Ohh Fuck" I called out at the feel of Travs fingers enter me only to be shutup by Marcus’s lips. It was only a few moments more before they made me cum. 

The two men sat me in the chair after I had cum and pulled their cocks out. I knew Marcus had a great cock from past experience and the rumors I heard from other women about Trev's cock did not do the monster justice. Both well over 8in and thick with cut heads and very well defined veins. I took them both in my hands looking up at Marcus "Just like my wedding day" Marcus just smiled while Trev looked puzzled but soon faded as I took the head of his cock between my pink painted lips. Working both cocks in my hands slowly I took my time sucking Trev at first. I wanted to show off and prolonged his pleasure. Stopping after only getting half way down his huge cock I pulled off and took Marcus. This time I didn't go as slow taking him further than Trev from the start. When the groans of the man I was sucking would grow too intense I would swap to the other. There was no point in rushing this we had all night and I was going to enjoy it. 

With the guys getting restless with the constant lack of release they pulled me up and tossed me on to the still cluttered sturdy wood poker table. On my back with my head off the side Trev pushed his cock down my throat and Marcus slid his in my pussy all the way to his hips in one slow motion. The gentleness stopped there as the two men took out their frustrations out on my holes. Moaning and gagging with the rough fucking I was taking as various drinks spilled on the table running on to my dress. I didn't care how ruined my new dress was and it would more so as  Marcus reached up and pulled on the plunging neckline ripping it as he used it to slam me into his powerful thrust. Cause me to cum multiple times before I was turned onto my stomach, heels touching the floor and the men switching places. Trev was just as hard on my pussy and dress as he was pounding me from behind, ripping it more. Marcus however let me do the work sucking his cock more. 

Trev made cum twice more when I felt him push my dress up higher. "I must have been blinded by your sloppy cunt to have missed this brilliant gem" as he pushed on the jeweled buttplug I wore. "All these years I thought you were nothing but a tease. Why else would you settle for your husband’s little dick but looks like Marcus was right" with that he pulled the plug out and tossed it to the table. I barely had time to realize he had pulled out of my pussy before he had half his cock in my ass. I moaned loudly cumming near instantly when he finally had it all in. "Shhhh as much as we love to hear you scream we don't want to wake anyone do we?" Marcus used my throat roughly now until he pulled out shooting a load of cum on my chin and down my tits and dress with Trev continued using ass. 

I still couldn't contain my moans, cumming so hard I nearly stood up moaning loudly causing Trev to slip out and cum all over the back of the dress. Marcus moved so to take another turn this time sitting me on the table and fucked my pussy while Trev was catching his breath. My arms braced myself upright as my pussy was slammed into after cumming. I wrapped my arms around his neck until another when Marcus lifted me off the table turning, his cock still in me. Trev now behind me again entered my ass. My moans were even louder now as I was near constantly cumming. I was just coming down from one when "you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood if you keep that up" Marcus grunted "Too bad we don't have a third cock for her mouth" Trev added". I was about to moan again when Marcus pushed the plug into my mouth "sucking on this should keep your mouth busy and husband asleep" It did help as the two men matched an alternating rhythm fucking me harder than ever that night until they both filled my holes and sliding out of me. My legs were too weak to support myself and I just collapsed on the floor between them. 

Fuck I could see the sun starting  to come up from the doors to the yard. My dress was a ripped, soaked and stained dress with beer, sweet, various cocktails and two loads of cum. My makeup looked worse than my dress, all smeared and running. Even my hair was a mix of dampness and knots. As I sat on the floor between the two men looking in the reflection of the doors leading the yard and pool. Without realizing it I began to suck the two cocks cleaning my cum and theirs until they were both hard again. All I could think of was "god I hope my husband sleeps in" as I readied for another round. 

By the time Marcus and Trev were done with me the second time my dress was little then a scrap of fabric that I didn't remember taking off but nonetheless it laid there with the buttplug on the messy poker table in  the spilled drinks that never got cleaned up. Exhausted, hurting all over, barely able to move and left alone leaking cum on the same table as the ruined my ruined dress. When I finally built the will I just stumbled up to my bedroom finding my husband still asleep and passed out next to him.