My New Routine Continues

I knew Roger got off work at 3 and would most likely come straight here. Since I couldn't just walk around naked, I picked out a sexy nightgown to wear for him and went to the living room to wait. Around 3:30, he opened the door. "Honey, I'm home!" he said.

"Welcome home, love!" I walked up to him and kissed him passionately. His hand instinctively went to the back of my head since this was usually when I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. "Babe, we can't do this out in the open, remember? I don't want to give Inez another show." That was true, but he had no idea about the show she really got.

"Good point. I guess we need to adapt our routine. Let's go ahead to the shower!" He took my hand and we practically ran upstairs. He's admitted to me before that this was his favorite part of the day. A relaxing blowjob and rough sex right after work helped him deal with the stress of the day.

However, moving the blowjob to during the shower made the experience exactly like what John had done to me yesterday. Except I was a far more willing participant feeling up Roger as much as he felt me up as we bathed each other. And yet, he had to say almost the same thing John said. "There's one place you haven't bathed enough." I hated that I kept comparing them but he was acting just like John did including gently pushing me to my knees. Instead of having John's big, black cock in my face, Roger's smaller, white cock was. I **** a smile and quickly took him down my throat causing him to moan.

As I pleasured him with my mouth, I again couldn't help but compare them. While I had managed to deep throat John, it was difficult. Roger's cock I knew every inch of and had long ago mastered taking him in both holes. I honestly liked sucking his cock better since it didn't go so far down my throat. And yet, that face fucking John gave me did scratch my submissive nature even more than usual. On the other hand, John tried to drown me in cum by shooting it so far down my throat. Roger let me control the blowjob so once I saw the signs that he was about to cum, the head of his cock would be in my mouth and not down my throat.

And then, there were my other two holes. Roger had never had my ass and maybe never will so I couldn't compare them that way. As for my pussy... My traitorous cunt clearly preferred John's cock. He filled me up completely and stretched me out in a way that felt so good. And so as Roger enthusiastically plowed my cunt back in our room, those last few inches he wasn't filling were noticeable. While Roger fucking me still felt good, I hated myself for thinking of another man who had fucked me even better.

After fucking, we laid in bed and watched TV. Again, routine for us. Around 6, there was a knock at the door. "That must be Inez," I said as I got up and put the nightgown back on. I opened the door and sure enough it was her.

"What would you like for dinner?" she asked.

"What do you want, hun?"

"Um, how about fired chicken??" Roger answered.

"Of course. I will bring it up at 8 o'clock." With that, she turned around and left.

"Well, we've got a couple hours till dinner. What should we do before then?"

"I've got an idea," I said seductively as I took off my nightgown. Soon, I found myself bouncing on my husband's cock while he grabbed my tits. "Yes! Baby, I love your cock!"

"I know you do! You can't get enough of my cock!" Take the "my" out of that sentence and he'd be right. John had called me a nympho earlier and he was right. Hell, Roger had called me one many times. I loved sex. I loved orgasms. I even loved being creampied. I had tried to play it off as a wife simply enjoying her husband but know I just couldn't deny that I loved cock and it didn't matter who's cock it was.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I arched my back as I came on his cock. This pushed him over the edge and he came inside me. After that, we kissed and cuddled, eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

At 8 o'clock sharp, a knock at the door woke me up. I quickly put on my nightgown and went to the door. There, Inez was waiting with a covered tray on a cart. "Here's your dinner, whore," she said dispassionately.

"Hey!" I said in a low voice. "Roger might hear you!" I know he wouldn't but it was the principle that mattered.

"So sorry. Enjoy your meal." I took the tray and shut the door. I took the tray back to bed and woke up Roger. The tray was a meal for two. Four pieces of chicken along with mashed potatoes and coleslaw. Even though she was a total bitch, I had to admit Inez could cook.

After dinner, we watched TV for a few more hours before we fucked one more time and went to bed. And just like the night before, I was woken up in the middle of the night for an anal session with John. After that, I laid next to Roger and counted the number of times I had been fucked in one day. Once by Roger that morning. Twice by John that morning. Again by John at lunch. Again by Roger when he got off work. Twice more by Roger that evening. One more time by John in the middle of the night. Eight times! Four times each with Roger and John. Before, I'd routinely fuck Roger three times a day. Maybe four if Roger felt frisky before dinner. I resolved to work in that extra time for now on so that John didn't fuck me more than Roger did. Like that would help with my guilt for loving the fact that I was getting more twice the sex daily than I was used to.