See You Next Tuesday
How Tuesday Became My Favorite Night
It was always Tuesday when Ben texted me, and I started to look forward to Tuesdays. On this Tuesday, he texted about coming over late in the evening after league play, so I had plenty of time for anticipatory shivers.
It was a few weeks after our first threesome, and my boyfriend Terry wouldn’t be home (we have an open relationship). We’d had another threesome after Pie Night, but both Terry and Ben had pulled me aside to tell me they preferred just the two of us.
And me? As fun as MFM threesomes are, I couldn’t deny that I preferred Ben to myself. I felt I never got enough time to touch him, lick him, suck him, and fuck him. Terry being out that Tuesday night made things convenient — I could enjoy Ben without guilt.
Ben arrived, looking delicious in shorts and a t-shirt, smelling of whiskey and weed. He is tall, over six feet, with dark eyes that tilt down at the corners, giving him a puppy dog look. Mahogany skin with tattoos that make me ache to trace them with my tongue. He’s got a flat stomach and muscles in all the right places. I crave his body and his cock.
He hugged me hello, and I started slaking my thirst for his body. I ran my hands up under his t-shirt and then down under his shorts until I could grab his ass.
“Hey, now, you sure you want to start this already? I just walked in.” He smiled down at me. I was ready to drop to my knees and suck him off right there, but I pretended I could wait.
We went into the kitchen, talking about work and our lives, catching each other up from the last Tuesday we saw each other. Ben hadn’t eaten, so I warmed up some leftovers and proudly showed him to my new dining room table. After leaving a shitty marriage, everything I bought as a single woman means a great deal to me.
Ben complimented my taste in tables and sat down to eat. After finishing, he gave me a wicked grin. “Time to break in the new table.”
He pulled me to my feet and sat me on the table, spreading my knees so he could stand between them. I pulled him closer with my legs while he stripped off my shirt and fumbled with my bra.
“God, you always smell so good,” he said as he lowered his head to my tits. He gave up trying to unhook my bra and freed one nipple, then the other, tonguing them until they were stiff, and I was panting.
“Take these off,” I ordered, tugging at his shorts, and he stepped out of his clothes, carefully folding them before placing them on a chair.
Looking at his hard cock, I swallowed audibly, my mouth watering for the taste of him. I slid off the table to my knees, heedless of the hardwood floor, and took him into my mouth. His velvety length filled me, and I heard his groan of pleasure.
Hands on my head, Ben guided me, letting me know with a touch whether he wanted it faster or slower. I relaxed my throat as much as possible when he gently urged me to take him a bit more. My hands clutched his ass as I worked to deep-throat him.
“Good girl,” he praised me, “you can take more and more.”
I pulled back to smile up at him. “Practice makes perfect.”
“Bedroom. Now,” he directed, lifting me to my feet. In my bedroom, he quickly stripped off my skirt and panties, then spun me around to unhook my bra. With a brisk spank of my ass, he positioned me for doggy style.
“Wait. I haven’t had enough time with your cock,” I said. I pushed Ben onto his back and straddled him, rubbing my pussy up and down his hard length. I bent forward to let my tits graze his face until he grabbed them and started kissing, licking, and biting me, just the way I liked.
I kissed my way down his body, flicking my tongue over his nipples, and squeezed his cock between my tits. I loved it when he fucked my tits this way, and I tilted my head so I could lick the tip as he thrust.
Ben was talking, telling me how good he felt and how he loved my tongue, so I ran my tongue down his cock and swirled it around his balls. His skin tightened against my lips as he gasped.
“You’re gonna make me cum; I want to fuck you,” he said hoarsely, and I smiled as I changed positions.
I looked over my shoulder as he stroked my ass and entered me from behind. My pussy tightened around him as he gently pushed into me.
“How’s that feel? Too much?” Ben always has to be careful, as his cock is a bit too long for me. But tonight, I wanted him to fuck me fast and hard, even if it hurt. Sometimes the pain is the pleasure.
“More,” I instructed as I pushed back against him. He indulged me and started a fast rhythm that was quickly going to make me orgasm.
Suddenly, the front door opened; Terry was home. He walked to my bedroom and leaned against the doorway.
“Hey, guys,” Terry said casually.
“Hey, how ya doing?” Ben replied with a grin. An exhibitionist, Ben loves to fuck in front of people.
Ben slowed his thrusts as he talked to Terry. The slow, hot thrusts were bringing me closer to orgasm. I tried to concentrate on the conversation, but it sounded like gibberish. I closed my eyes and focused on Ben’s cock moving in and out of me and the feel of the thick cotton sheets that I gripped.
My ass was high in the air as Ben fucked me, giving me a spank now and then. His voice and Terry’s tangled in my mind as they talked about how good it feels to be inside me. Ben’s cock was a rod of heat, increasing the pressureand pleasure.
Ben leaned over me and put his fingers on my clit, using his thrusts to move me against his hand. It pushed me over the edge, and the orgasm concentrated me into a pulsating pussy, gripping Ben’s cock as I shattered into pieces.
I came back to myself as Ben pulled out of me, instructing me to get on my back. Obediently, I moved, and Ben thrust into me hard and fast. I glanced at Terry, whose erection was straining against his jeans. Terry winked at me and kept watching.
I flicked my tongue against Ben’s ear, then began to tell him how hot he made me, how I was about to cum again, and how his cock was the best cock I ever had.
“I love the way you make me feel, the way you fuck me, and the way you almost choke me with your cock.” I kept up the litany of sex talk, gasping words when another orgasm rolled through me, holding tight to Ben as I dissolved in pleasure. As I came, I felt Ben’s control slip, and he pulsated into me, thrusting hard and fast as he came.
It felt like an hour, but it must have only been a moment that we lay together, panting and sweating.
Ben raised his head and looked at Terry with a grin.
“What were you saying?”
Reese lives in Los Angeles, where she loves having exciting and sensual adventures. You can find her at a coffee shop shamelessly eavesdropping on first dates or on OnlyFans, where she reads her erotic stories (link in profile). You can contact her at [email protected].