I was lying in a bed with my ankles around Frank’s calves as we had sex and he grunted like a drunken hog on top of me. My legs were spread wide to get the totality of this big sweaty cock. Sex can become disgusting sometimes…and not in a good sense. My husband David stood close by and watched with his cock in one hand and a camera in the other. As Frank licked my boobs, my husband satisfied himself. I didn’t much care for Frank but David wanted me to amuse him so this weird nude little ritual took place almost every Saturday night.

We’d have dinner at 8 p.m. I had to be dressed in something sexual. During the meal, David would make a big deal of how nice my boobs felt and he’d lift up my little skirt to show off my ass and pussy. When the dessert was eaten, Frank would take me by the hand and lead me into the guest bedroom. David would do the dishes while his friend undressed me and helped himself what was underneath. There were some cameras set up on tripods but after our first few sex experiences, we hardly even noticed them. Frank could lick me out and finger me before David came in the bedroom but he couldn’t penetrate me and I couldn’t suck his cock.

Upon the master’s arrival, I would serve our guest, taking as much of his cum into my mouth as possible. As a part of my oral action, I’d lick his balls and ass while pumping his cock. David would call out instructions and encouragement as he removed his attire without putting his camera down. As soon as David was nude, Frank would push me down on the bed and I would spread my legs and have a little seductive diddle as Frank fucked me. When David required I would loudly taste myself as my sex partner dragged the head of his cock up and down over my pussy and clit to stimulate my juices.

I would dream about having sex with a monk while being hogtied to a cross to make my pussy wet for his penetration. In several minutes of coition and the weird thumb rub on my clit, he’d slide himself inside me. This was the great moment of the evening for Dave. Frank’s head gaining initial entry excited him no end. My husband would lean over my torso to get a good shot of our guest’s cock disappearing, inch by inch, into my wet pussy.

David also like for us to indulge in vast numbers of tongue wrestling while we had sex. He said it was even more painful to watch another guy kissing me than it was to watch his friend fucking me. It was all about sweet pain. The self-inflicted envy. Frank rose up on his arms so we could see his cock action. I rocked my pelvis with his upward heaves and slapped his ass to show David how much I was digging getting banged by another man.

“Fuck me baby. Fuck me like no one else can,” I shout to my pervert monk, but Frank thinks I’m talking to him. He speeds up his cock penetration like all men do to show how great they are – some girls may like this, I think, but I prefer a slow rhythmic shag to getting fucked like he’s in a hurry to end up and catch a car. Luckily my fantasy begins to take hold and I feel my pussy starts to tighten around his cock. David moves in closer as I begin to moan and thrash about. My face crinkles and my breathing fastens. “Cum for me baby,” he yells. “Show me what a naughty little bitch you are!”

I get an orgasm. My fantasy monk has his large cock stuck up my ass and his rosary filled inside my pussy as I scream, “Yes! Yes! Do me! Do me harder!” Frank complies. By now I’m flopping around, his sloppy body slipping and slipping on me. After my orgasm begins to wane, it’s back to pretending. The more excited Frank considers me to be, the faster he’ll shoot his cum and the faster I can get to that next glass of wine.

Sure enough, he gives me an extra hard thrust and lets out this noise as his balls begin to fill up my pussy. There’s no rest for the wickedly sexy. As Frank pulls out, husband gives him camera and gets into position. David starts masturbating between my legs and I push Frank’s cum back out from my vagina. He likes to cum on my cunt just as I begin to produce the “creampie”. It took David 35 seconds to take part in sex act.

After my other’s “big finish”, I was left to make our very special guest feel even more at home. Sometimes, Frank had had enough porking for the evening and just ordered me to masturbate in front of him but if he felt like he had a second load, he got me to suck his cock in the living room while he drank a glass of brandy. Then finally, Mr. Charming would go home. It’s funny, but when he grabbed my ass while I was letting him out, I wanted to slug him – and he’d just finished fucking me. I think context matters. This was going on for long few months and I was really starting to dread those Saturday evenings. Suddenly I had to increase my fantasy to 3-4 monks fucking me along with a couple of naughty nuns with anal sex toys just to get close to an orgasm. To be continued…