Yeah, You Trust Him ^'

You don't know if it's the residual horniness from your dreams, the sheer hedonistic pleasure of the night before, the fact one of the men you're most attracted to is alone with you, or the fact that learning that Dave and Diane were fucking had you insanely turned on, but honesty felt like the best policy here. You take several gulps of water and answer.

"Okay, if we're doing this, we're doing it right. Greg, could you sit on that comfy chair over there?" You ask, the huskiness in your voice obvious.

"Yes, ma'am," Greg obeys, moving to said chair. He was clearly confused, but he knew a horny woman when he saw one.

You get up from the bed and move over to Greg, undoing his belt and unzipping him.

"Mrs. Jones," he said with mock disapproval. "You're being rather forward!" The last word ended in a gasp after you pulled his pants down and take hold of his cock.

"If you want the story, Mr. Saunders, then I need the right seat. " Satisfied his massive dick was firmly erect, you smile at him. "Hold that pose." You turn around, lifting your nightgown up until your ass and pussy are exposed. Then you take his cock in hand and slowly impale yourself on it. "Jesus! I've been waiting for that." You can feel your eyes roll back a bit before grinning, your hands moving to his knees. "As for yesterday, I was getting fucked."

"Fucking hell," Greg growls in pleasure, his arms wrapping tight around you.

"Remember that old friend I mentioned? It was his bachelor party." You were still tired from said party, but you were ungodly horny right now. Though you didn't have to have frantic sex to get off. You slowly grind down on Greg's cock, moaning at how full you feel. "Last night of "freedom" you see."

"I can only imagine his response upon seeing you," Greg speaks with admiration, his hands going to your breasts, gently but firmly squeezing them.

"Oh it was great. Five guys." You were moaning and cooing at the attention Greg was giving you. You gyrated your ass into his crotch, letting his cock meticulously rub against your insides. "Though, that's not what got me going."

"Five men couldn't inspire this randiness?" Greg asks, intrigued. He brings his right hand down lower to play with your sex, drawing a higher pitched cry of pleasure from you. "Dear Suzy, what have you been up to?"

You turn your head to look at him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

"I found out my husband is fucking my sister," you say in a sex-drunk tone.

Before Greg can show surprise him or convey a sentiment, you pull his face in and deliver one of the fiercest kisses you can remember giving. To Greg's credit he matches your ardor, his tongue dueling with yours why he continues to relentlessly finger you. He finds your clit and lavishes attention on it.

"Fuck!" You cry out. "I don't why, but goddamnit I think it's so hot!" You're moving your hips in almost figure-eight patterns, between the imagery in your mind and Greg's efforts, it wouldn't be long until cum.

"Nothing wrong with that, Suzy," Greg assures. He takes hold of you again, keeping you in place while he gives short, but firm thrusts into your pussy.

"There's not," You ask, your face a combination of questioning and pleasure.

"No," Greg says again, holding you steady as he pushes you ever closer. "Put them in your mind, Suzy. Watch them fuck. Let the image get you off as you cum on my cock!"

You do as he says, imagining Dave and Diane going at it like animals. Between the unbelievable eroticism of the imagery and Greg's wonderful dick, you let out a loud moan. The orgasm is a big one as you cum hard on Greg's lap. He holds you close, giving little kisses to the back of your neck. You sigh in contentment at the attention.

"So what do you plan to do with this knowledge, Suzy?" Greg asks after a time.