“The morons in charge today would have rejected In Cold Blood as not being diverse enough,” Louis is telling Rick when I arrive at the table. “They are killing the industry.”

He received another rejection letter this week. I've read the manuscript, and it is pure dribble. “Now Louis, I'm sure Rick doesn't want to hear you go on about the state of publishing anymore than you want to listen to him talk about real estate investments. Why don't you open that fabulous bottle of wine you brought, and we can all enjoy the beautiful meal my darling husband has prepared for us?”

When we sit down to dinner, I steer the conversation to a more neutral subject—who is fucking who? In a town like Conway, the topic is far ranging enough to keep our tongues wagging until we finish the wine and fish.

In summer, many of the local hotwives, like my friend Joy, prefer to screw tourists. For them, things are less complicated if a man's only in town for a few weeks. Personally, I prefer locals like Louis. I've never been big on the one and done thing. Once I find a dependable bull, I hold on to him.

That doesn't mean, given a chance, I would turn down a one-night stand with Angelo. But so far, his interests have been limited to century old documents. Maybe it is me, perhaps he does not find me attractive. I might be getting too old for the hotwife lifestyle.

As if he is reading my thoughts, Louis puts his hand on my thigh and is heading north. The look in Rick's eyes tells me he knows what’s happening. I look down at the table; the wine is gone, and we have finished our meal. Before Louis can move his hand any higher, I stop him and stand up. “I'm going to go in and change while you two clean up the dishes. I'll meet you in the bedroom.”

In the dressing room, I remove the robe and brush out my hair. I decide on one of Rick's favorite outfits. Slowly, I roll the black stockings up my long legs and attach them to the garter belt. Then slip on a pair of four-inch heels. After cinching the laces at the back of the bustier, I fasten the chrome straps in the front and check my appearance in the mirror. The garment is cupless and my heavy breasts are on prominent display. A second application of red lipstick and I am satisfied.

Confidently, I stride through the door to our bedroom. The room is lit with a dozen candles. Soft jazz plays through the speakers. Louis has stripped down to his briefs and is sitting at the foot of the bed. Rick, still dressed, is on a chair positioned so he can watch everything about to take place. I go to him and bend down. We exchange a kiss. I linger long enough for him to smell I am wearing his favorite perfume and whisper in his ear, “I love you.”

Then I stand back up and move in front of Louis. Slowly, I sway my body in time to the music. I cup my breasts and run a red lacquered fingernail over my dark nipples. They instantly pucker. The outline of his enormous cock, visible through his underwear, is another reason I enjoy recurring partners. There are never any disappointments. You already know what you're getting.

I place a hand behind Louis' neck and pull his face between my breasts. He tries to take a nipple in his mouth, but before he can do it, I drop to my knees and free him from his shorts. No matter how many times I’ve seen his cock, it always takes my breath away. A lovely shade of pink and just shy of ten inches long. I know this for a fact because I once made him let me measure it.

After sucking dick for almost thirty years, I did not need some girl on the internet to tell me what drives men wild. I spit on Louis' cock, then stroke him fully erect while kissing his scrotum.

Moving from his balls, I run the tip of my tongue up the length of his long shaft. His hands tangled in my hair, Louis moans softly. I open wide and take him into my mouth. “Can you see okay from that angle, Rick?”

“Perfect. Thanks for asking Louis. My girl is quite the cocksucker, don't you agree?”

I swirl the underside of my tongue around his sensitive flesh before he answers. “Oh fuck. Indeed, she is incredibly gifted.”

Women talk, so I know there are several in town who enjoy having a cock such as Louis’ shoved down their throat until they gag, but I am not one of them. Louis knows this and respects it. But not one to take chances, I wrap my hand midway down his shaft, so if he becomes too aroused my tonsils don’t end up bruised.

My tongue swirls back and forth as I bob up and down. With my free hand, I finger my labia and cast a sideways glance at Rick to make sure he can see what I am doing. He is stroking himself through his shorts and smiling.

When I taste precum beginning to ooze from Louis’ slit, I pull off and wrap both hands around him. Working in a constant upward direction, I pump out more of the silky liquid. Satisfied I have wrung the last drop, I change direction and slick his shaft. “Slide up on the bed.”

I kneel over him and reach between my thighs. With a pair of fingers, I spread my lips and slowly lower onto him. I feel him hit the spot and freeze in place. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

Gently, I rock from side to side until he is right where I want him. If you have never experienced a cervix orgasm, I enthusiastically recommend that you do a little research. It will change your life.

“I am ready. Remember, slight slow strokes.” Lewis and I have done this many times before. We work together like a finely tuned machine. Already the tingle is spreading from my pelvis to my belly. My fingers dig into his shoulders. The room spins as if I am caught in a tornado. I give out a howl. Every molecule of my body buzzes with electricity.

Floating above the bed, I can see Louis fucking me, while Rick, his mouth a gap, stares on. My body shakes and shudders. I am trying to say something, but even I do not recognize the sounds as words. Too soon I am falling back towards the bed.

When the ride ends, I throw my head back and laugh. “That was the best one yet.” With a kiss on the lips, I thank him. Even though I already know the answer; Louis is a creature of habit, I ask him how he wants to come.

On my hands and knees, I look back and nod that I am ready. Then I look in the mirror above the headboard and see Rick tightly gripping the arms of his chair as Louis enters me from behind. His strokes are much more rapid this time.

“Slap her ass for me, Louie,” Rick calls from his perch. He knows Louis hates to be called that and his swats will be much harder because of it.

Crack. Crack. I groan with delight. Louis fucks me hard.

 I drop to my elbows and rest my head on my arms, facing to the left so I can see Rick watching us. Too focused on Louis' cock sliding in and out of my pussy, he does not notice me watching him stroke himself through his shorts. It makes my heart glad to know that he gets as much enjoyment from these encounters as I do.

I have two more excellent orgasms. After the second, Louis withdraws his cock and jerks off until I feel the hot threads land on the small of my back.

Rick, who has remained clothed through the whole thing, comes to the bed with a wet towel and cleans me up. He looks at the other man and says, “I trust you can find your way to the guest suite.” He hands Louis his clothes. “Not to rush you, but I am eager to reclaim my wife."

“Completely understandable. Marylin, thank you for such a delightful evening.” He kisses me on the cheek, gives Rick a nod, and shuts the door on his way out.

As soon as he hears the latch click, Rick undresses. I move closer to the foot of the bed, safely away from the headboard. Rick can be very enthusiastic when fucking me after I've been with another man.

I spread my legs wide, and he crawls in between them. We kiss softly, and I thank him for allowing Louis to stay over. “You know how much he hates driving at night.”

“The man may be a total nerd, but he makes you come in a way I never could. I would do anything for your happiness.” Then he kisses his way towards my pussy.