Three’s company

Brad's permission is all you need. Without releasing his cock, you get up from his lap and stand before him.

"Let me see your cock and I'll decide," you say.

Tony doesn't hesitate. He unbuckles the black leather belt and unbuttons the gray slacks of his uniform. He smirks as he slides pants and boxers down to the middle of his thighs, allow his big, hard cock to bounce free. His prick is bigger in every dimension than your husband's, a darker shade of tan. It's uncircumsised, the swollen head visible within the fleshy hood of his fore-skin. His cock is surrounded by a trimmed, but very dense mat of black pubic hair. His large testicles dangle low between his muscular thighs.

"Mmmmm." You release your grip on your husband's cock and get up from his lap. You swing your hips as you saunter up to the burly security guard.

He stands like one of the statues, his cock hard, his smirk frozen on his face.

You look him in the eye as you walk up and encircle his shaft between thumb and index finger. "It's thick enough. Did you bring a condom?"

Tony reaches into his shirt pocket and takes out a strip of three unopened condoms. He hands them over to you.

"Alright, have a seat next to my husband."

Brad, amused by your display of authority, is slowly stroking his cock and waiting for your return. He stops wanking himself as Tony sits down on the bench beside him. You perform a sped-up strip tease for the two men, encouraging them to wank themselves with lewd gestures as you bend and pose and strip off the blouse and skin-tight leggings. When you are fully naked, you crawl on hands and knees to the bench where your audience waits, impatiently jerking their swollen cocks.

"Mmmm," you say, kneeling before them and teasing your lip with a finger,

"you both look so delicious, I hardly know which to sample first."

You decide on your husband, wrapping your fist around his hard cock and stuffing your mouth full of his hot prick. You lustily tongue his cock, displaying a lewd enthusiasm as much for Tony's benefit as for Brad's. You press your tits against him and bob the tight seal of your lips up and down his cock. You quickly move to Tony's lap, skinning back his bulging head, tongue teasing his glans and lapping the bead of honey from his slit. He groans loudly when you close your lips around him. He has a clean taste and a soapy smell, his cock to long and thick to take it all, you stroke him as you bob on his first few inches.

"Damn, girl, you are a born cocksucker," says Tony.

You move back and forth between the two cocks, stroking with your free hand while you suck the other with your mouth. Slurping loudly on Tony's balls or pressing your husband's cock between your big breasts and bouncing up and down. When both men seem positively petrified you take out Ton'y condoms and roll them ove their cocks. Your husband seems a bit dis-appointed, but he doesn't know what you have in mind.

Once both cocks are wrapped in the pink-tinted latex, you climb up Tony, pointedly not kissing him, but thrusting your breasts into his face so he can lick and suck your nipples. As you do you guide his wrapped fucktool to your positively aching pussy. He's large enough that you have to ease yourself down onto him, stretching your cunt on his hot meat.

When you've taken every inch Tony has to offer, you look over to your husband and push two fingers into your mouth. You coat them in saliva and then, eyes still locked to Brad, reach back, sliding the fingers between your cheeks and to the tight pucker of your anus. You moan as you press them past the ring of your muscles and into your hot inner passage. Massaging yourself in this way you begin to roll your hips and fuck Tony, his hard cock pressing so that you can feel it against your fingers through the walls of your inner flesh.

"That's hot, baby," says Brad.

You pull your fingers from your ass and say, "Get over here and fuck my ass." You pause in riding Tony's big dick long enough for your husband to take up a position behind your lovely ass and guide the head of his cock between your cheeks. You feel him against your spit-lubed ass and then he's inside you. The feeling is intense, of being completely filled, of the two cocks massaging every sensitive bit of you. After only a minute or two you throw back your head, fucking back against Brad, rolling your hips to devour Tony's cock with your pussy, and a massive orgasm grips your body. Your inner walls and muscles clench and ripple against the men. Neither quite cums with you, but it isn't long.

Tony spunks first, holding onto your hips and hammering his cock up and into your juicy slit. You feel his twitching dick and then he falls slack beneath you, panting heavily.

"I'm cumming, baby," Brad announces moments later. He pounds your tender ass with slow, deep, powerful strokes. You definietely feel his orgasm, throbbing against your tight hole. You collapse together in a connected pile, all of you sweaty and breathing heavily. When you do finally disengage from one another the two men sit back almost where they were when you were sucking them, the condoms are now bulging at the tips with the milky evidence of their orgasms. As their cocks shrink the condoms dangle heavily fromt heir cockheads. You take a certain erotic pride, heightened by your artistic surrounding, in having such an effect on these two hunky men.

"Let me take care of that for you," you say, crawling first to Tony and then to your husband, gently unrolling the cum-filled rubber, tying it off and then sucking each cock a few times to spit-clean them.

You dress, feeling a bit tender in your ass when you snug the shorts and leggings on. Nothing you can't handle. Tony somewhat sheepishly bids you goodbye at the museum's exit. You stop him and plant a long kiss on his lips, giving his cock a squeeze you say, "Maybe you can let us stop by for those nude sculptures coming next month." He goes back inside the museum with a grin plastered to his face.

You're just about to say something to Brad about how you can't wait to get home and get to bed when he says, "Time for dancing."

Just hearing that you feel a renewed energy. You and Brad haven't been dancing in years. It's after midnight, but you have to hit the floor at least once.

"Let's go, stud," you say, climbing into the car next to him.