Love (F**k) the one you’re with: 2> Giving to charity
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Left alone, after yet another sexless weekend, by her husband, Arthur, three members of a local beach volleyball team call on Debi Mathews, looking for charitable support donations.

"Come on, Arthur, you haven't fucked me in almost three weeks," his young wife bemoaned, begrudgingly, as she pulled on the bottom of his dark brown suit jacket.

"You're so uncouth, Debi. I'll be late for work. Try doing some housework for a change instead of sitting around drinking," exclaimed Arthur, as he pulled himself from her clutches.

"Fucker!" he heard his wife retort, as he made his way along the landing and, upon exiting the house, was soon driving off towards his place of work and office. A smile vaguely returning to his face when he thought about Carmen, his busty secretary...!

It was around 10am that Debi sloped out of bed, her fingers sticky from having to otherwise get herself off and for the umpteenth morning since they last had sex. Even then, she had to stroke herself while Arthur went through his usual routine of what he fondly called ‘love making'.

Ignoring breakfast and coffee, Debi went, as Arthur had thought she might, straight for the drinks cabinet and made herself a Margarita. It was when, some 30 minutes later, she was happily into the second one of the morning that she heard the shrill of the door buzzer sounding.

Lazily getting up, Debi, wearing just a dark brown robe and fluffy pink slippers, sauntered to see who it could be, her almost empty glass in hand, which she finished before opening the door.

There, stood a trio of young athletic men denoted by their attire. Each one kitted out in a different single colour vest, one that showed off their arm and chest muscles, accompanied by a pair of black shorts and scuffed brown trainers.

"Hello!" she perked up. "And what can I do for you fine strapping boys?" Debi cooed.

"We're a beach volleyball team, Mam. We're looking for sponsorship," Steve, the one with a crew cut, informed her.

"But, there's three of you," Debi was quick to point out.

"Right, well, we're allowed a substitute if one of us gets hurt," John replied eagerly, having noticed Mrs Mathews's lack of attire.

"You best come inside, then."

"Can I fix any of you a drink," Debi proffered, as she lead them towards the lounge.

"Tea will be fine..." Ralph answered for all of them.

"You can call me Debi," she rejoined, before enquiring their names and then going to make a pot of tea for four.

‘How lucky am I,' she thought to herself, and as the kettle boiled she couldn't resist slowly stroking her responsive clit.

‘Steve's kinda cute,' Debi subsequently appraised, emitting a pleasant smile as she poured the boiled water into the teapot.

While their host was out of the room, the trio remarked as to Mrs Mathews lack of underwear and what a hottie she seemed; Debi's faint brown pubes not going unnoticed against that of her creamy white skin.

At the young age of 24, she was 12 years off Arthur's 36. A very horny woman with feminine needs. His once every few weeks, as it had been, ‘love making', may be fine for some women, but Debi needed more, and right then, she saw the three young volleyball players as an answer to such needs.

"Here we go," Mrs Mathews smiled; more than a welcome but short of being provocative as she placed the tray on the nearby glass table. As she did, the top of her robe fell part open to display her shapely breasts, the areola of which had darkened as a result of her aroused state.

"So, what were you boys talking about?" enquired Debi, having some idea of what it was as she sat on the sofa opposite theirs.

"You've got a lovely home. Quite..." Steve said, only for Ralph, sat beside him, to nudge Steve with his elbow.

Part reclined on the sofa, Debi's robe was now open at the bottom. Although it wasn't sufficient to display her moist mound, Mrs Mathews's thighs were clearly visible to them.

"...homely," Steve was quick to add.

"There are some nice furnishings on display," John intoned while Ralph did his best not to be too obvious with his comment: ‘Quite refined.'

In all, it was hard to tell if they were referring to Debi or the furnishings, and so she simply thanked them before moving to pour the tea.

Since that would cause her robe to close, Ralph quickly volunteered; the reason for their visit somewhat forgotten as he poured four teas with milk before handing them around along with the sugar bowl, which he first extended to their host accompanied with a pleasant smile.

"Not for me," Debi thanked him, only to notice a faint movement in the young man's shorts. Although they all wore underpants, they had, by now, become aroused at Debi's lack of underwear and the glimpses she had thus far given them of her almost nakedness.

In between taking a sip of the refreshing brew, Mrs Mathews enquired what they wanted by way of sponsorship. In doing so, Debi somehow managed to ease her robe further open, enough that they were momentarily distracted from replying.

Having quickly averted his gaze away from her thighs, Steve explained what they were looking for, even though their attention was noticeably elsewhere.

"That sounds okay," Debi replied. "Let me get my chequebook," she said, before setting the cup and saucer down on the table and getting up.

Whether by accident or not, Mrs Mathews stood on her long robe, which parted above her lower thigh. The look on the three youth's faces was instantaneous and agog.

Ignoring them, Debi made no effort to either straighten or close her robe as she went to find her chequebook. Nonetheless, she felt pleased with their interest in her, even though it had come down to being purely sexual.

Just then, a thrill rippled through her young body. While in her bedroom, having found her chequebook, Debi dabbed some of her ‘Flower' scent in more than just the usual places: that of her warm shapely breasts, her humid thighs, her now moist pussy, in particular, and her curvaceous ass.

Arthur was not one for going there, ‘maybe these young athletic boys were,' she trilled inside, before readjusting her robe and returning to the lounge.

"There we go," intoned Debi, as she, stood beside the sofa, leant forward and handed the cheque to Steve, who then turned to take it from her. As he did, he noticed the aroma of Mrs Mathews's perfume along with that of her breasts - close up.

As if in a trance, his eyes followed Debi as she slowly and tantalizingly made her way back to the sofa opposite. Once there, she turned to face them. The adjustment she'd made to her robe had caused the material, level with her pussy, to be slightly open when she was stood normal, as she now was. Mrs Mathews then part reclined herself on the sofa; her back resting against the corner while she draped her right lower leg over the side.

"This is most generous, Mrs Mathews...Debi," Steve thanked her, before, and gazing at the prospect in front of them, a lonely housewife and a young one at that, holding it up for John and Ralph to see.

"Thank-you," they both said, albeit without looking; well, not at the cheque anyway. Accepting Steve's judgment, they were anxious to see more of Mrs Mathews.

"I was wondering, lads, what with you being fit and all, if you wouldn't mind doing something, by way of a charitable gesture, for me; something my husband keeps putting off," she intoned, before drinking the last of her tea and placing the empty cup and saucer on the tray.

"What do you have in mind?" Steve, just about managing to control what he knew it to be, enquired.

"Oh, I think you know what that is," Debi cooed, and with a lustful tone to her voice, before pulling at the end of the single bow she'd tied in her robe when she was just now in her bedroom.

Having she done so, the right side fell away, displaying her flesh-toned body, her right breast and her dark pubes. Moving her hand, Debi then stroked her brown bush, which was covered with a faint dew like sheen of her arousal fluids.

"So...your husband," Steve exclaimed concernedly, as he and the others watched pensively.

"Arthur!" she said, the tone of her voice suggesting it felt bitter to speak her husband's name. "He went off to work when I wanted...well, you're here now, and he won't be back until this evening," Debi elucidated assuringly, before swinging her other leg over the side and standing up. ‘If the mountain won't come to Mohamed ...!' she thought to herself, and then, with her robe swaying and open, sauntered over to where the trio were sat.

Stood before them, feet apart and her hands on her hips - the sides of her robe behind them - Debi Mathews offered herself to them wantonly. Almost at once, three pairs of hands darted towards her, each set vying to touch her exposed naked body.

"Steady on, lads, I'm not used to this much attention," exclaimed their generous host, as she moved her left hand to dissuade them.

"Why don't you show me your cocks, emn," Debi intimated, not to see if they had the right tools for the job, though - she'd already noticed they had.

Almost as one, they withdrew their hands, reached inside their shorts and pulled out a trio of fine upstanding male muscle, each one set on fulfilling Mrs Mathews's expected needs.

"Most impressive and quite big," exclaimed Debi, as she took in their adequate proportion.

"I take it Mr Mathews isn't...!" Ralph intimated, without being precise.

"He is, however, it's not just size that counts...it's what you can do with it, and I'm pretty sure you boys know what to do with yours...yes indeed," Arthur's slut of a wife intoned, in between licking her lips at getting them around the volleyball player's dicks.

Soon knelt in front of Steve, he directed his cockhead towards her waiting mouth, that way Debi was able to and did stroke John's shaft to her right while ministering to the one soon to be in her mouth. ‘It's okay, you'll get your turn,' she assured Ralph, having noticed, from the corner of her eye, him go to stand up; his intention being to move to where her left hand was idle, albeit not for long...!

As Mrs Mathews licked around the glans of Steve's erection and subsequently motioned her hand up and down John's, she stroked her distended clit, which had become quite aroused and firm from what she had contemplated doing and was now putting into practice.

"Emn, emn," Debi moaned, as she ran her tongue up and down the length of Steve's shaft, even going so far as to lick his ball sac and balls before wiggling her tongue along the noticeable straight pipe like protuberance that ran up the underside.

"Hurmn, hurmn," Debi murmured while she sucked the head and teased it with her tongue. When Mrs Mathews subsequently took more of his erection into her mouth, she twirled her tongue around Steve's warm pulsating shaft.

"God, yes, fuck, lady. You want me to cum," Steve agonised, even though she hadn't drawn in her cheeks.

"Not yet, but before you fuck me, yes, I do," the wanton slut informed him, as she casually stroked his shaft with her loosely grasping hand; the fingertips of which were vaguely sticky from her climatic secretions.

Moving her oral attention to John, Debi directed a quick smile to Ralph as she moved to enclose his warm stout erection with her humid hand. Not wanting to unintentionally toss Steve off, not before she was ready to receive his cum, Mrs Mathews allowed time for his arousal level to drop before she likewise stroked his slick shaft while sucking John's.

When he rested his hand on their host's head, she showed no reaction. When John urged her to go deeper, Debi willingly accepted it, even when she felt the head nudge against her throat; the sensation subsequently causing her to emit a muffled ‘gluh,' every so often.

"She likes sucking dick," he exclaimed, before finally letting Mrs Mathews up.

Once he had, there was an evident amount of drool extending from John's cockhead to her lower lip, which, having broken off, Debi was quick to lick and suck from his erection; that which had dripped from her lip and chin landed on her warm and palpitating breasts.

"I take it your girlfriends, female acquaintances, aren't so inclined," she intimated while smearing her breasts.

"Only as a formality, nothing like you, Debi," John commended her.

"Do they let you cum in their mouth," Mrs Mathews enquired further, as she stroked the cocks on either side and before once more surrounding the one in front of her with her warm moist lips.

"Is that what you want. You want me to cum my warm sticky load for you," exclaimed John, as he once more motioned her head and lips down and up his throbbing member.

She didn't, but before Debi could pull away or stop him, John unleashed the contents of at least one of his balls. It was, as he'd said, warm and sticky she noticed. Additionally, it was creamy and quite tasteful, something that made it all the more acceptable, considering.

"Thank you," she smiled afterwards, before licking her lips and moving to Ralph.

He being the third man; the substitute of the team, Debi decided on something special, something she hadn't treated Arthur to in quite sometime; three years to be exact.

Now knelt somewhat higher up, Mrs Mathews first moved his knees apart. She then edged forwards and braced her left hand at the side of Ralph's thigh before directing a pleasant knowing smile towards him, one which caused his cock to respond. Debi then placed her right hand around his shaft, both to stroke it a few times and then hold it aloft and vertical.

With her tongue extended and eager, she skimmed the warm moist muscle around that of Ralph's turgid one before raising herself up and over the head of his thick rampant cock. From there, Debi reposed her hand and braced it beside Ralph's other thigh. She then slowly, ever so slowly and pleasurably, slid her moist lips straight down the vertical shaft of Ralph's erection, all the way to his groin.

"Hurmn," they both murmured, while Steve and John looked on, speechless, in amazement.

Resisting the temptation to take him into her throat, something she was more than capable of and happy to do, Mrs Mathews drew her lips up to just over half way and then slowly slid them back down again; repeating this constantly for a few minutes before adjusting herself, slightly, and guiding the head into her waiting oesophagus.

The centre of attention was the cock in her mouth; no other one mattered as Debi continued to work her lips up and down the saliva-slick dick below her while she breathed, quite noticeably, through her nostrils as she worked on it.

Eventually it happened. Ralph, of course, grunted out he was about to cum, in case Mrs Mathews wanted to pull off. She didn't. She wanted his joy juice to burst forth inside her mouth; to feel its creamy, sticky substance spurt onto her tongue and slide down her throat. At the precise moment of his ejaculation, Debi drew up her lips, which only served to facilitate it all the more; catching the first forceful burst of his hot sticky cock cream, which scored a direct hit at the back of her mouth before she angled herself down. That was enough to cause the next two streams to splash the roof and walls of her mouth respectively.

‘Emn, yummy,' Mrs Mathews thought, as she let it wash over her tongue and subsequently the rim of her throat; even more so when she used her lips to drain his receding prick and balls of their sweet essence.

"Your turn," Steve smiled, and then John and he helped their host up and to remove her robe. Once Ralph had stood up, they lay the naked Mrs Mathews on the sofa with her upper shoulders resting on a cushion by the armrest.

Steve now approached Debi and offered her his cock to suck - before he fucked her. Although almost hard, John began caressing her breasts, licking and smooching them, especially around her areola, and presently licking and sucking on her soon to be hard nipples. Ralph, on the other hand, was quite hard. ‘He takes Viagra,' Steve informed their host, having she noticed. Nonetheless, Ralph, having moved between her knees, Debi following him as best she could with her eyes, drew her legs up bent at the knee and then lightly blew on her wiry mound.

She felt a pleasant breeze like tickle as she concentrated on making Steve cum while at the same time allowing her body to enjoy what John and Ralph were doing for her; Ralph now sliding his tongue up and down her dew moist pussy and above those of his fingers that were purposefully sliding in and out of Debi's hot wet sex.

"Hurmng," their host presently murmured, when she felt her climax percolate below the surface. Likewise, she increased her back and forth head movements along the length of Steve's shaft, even as he himself moved with vigour; an indication that he wasn't far off cumming.

"You ready for me this time," he exclaimed; whereupon, Mrs Mathews, still sucking his long dick, nodded her head and accepted Steve's expectant gift.

Their host's grip was somewhat loose at the end. Sensing this, Steve withdrew his cock and squirted the first stream of his warm sticky spunk over her: face, nose, cheek, even Debi's neck. Managing to grasp his shaft, he subsequently returned his member to Mrs Mathews's mouth, which he filled with more of his creamy warm essence.

With Ralph and John still ministering to her bodily pleasure, their host moved her hand to hold and stroke the bottom of Steve's cock while she continued to suck and drink its remaining emissions.

"Ooo yes, fuck yes. John was right, you do like to suck dick," Steve regaled, and then used his thumb to gather up that of his cum that was in out of reach places by Debi's tongue, before offering it to the naughty married slut laid below them to lick up.

"You, also," she remarked, of Steve's almost rigidness, having taken his lovely cock from her lips.

"Me, no. I need no stimulus of a medicinal kind to get hard, just a willing female, and you're most definitely that, Debi," Steve informed her, and then leant to his right so that he could and did fondly pull on her right nipple, which he held between his thumb and forefinger.

Within mere moments, the trio of young men had increased Mrs Mathews's pleasure, causing her, now that she didn't have a cock between her lips, to cry out words of encouragement. Ralph had her lower body almost turned on its side and was diddling her asshole with his fingers; John made way for Steve, who soon had his tongue around her clit while he finger fucked her sensuous cunt; as for Steve, he was doing wonders to her breasts, which he had bunched up in each hand and was sucking as much of each peak into his mouth, drawing in his cheeks and then releasing them.

Of course, Debi came; she couldn't stop herself. Not once but twice. Eventually, she just had to have one of them inside her, fucking her, ramming his cock up and down the track of her horny wet needy pussy, and with Mrs Mathews's legs part wrapped around his waist, her ankles on Ralph's ass urging him on, to fuck her harder and deeper.

John then took a turn diddling her anus while Steve kept up his attention to her tits, and between that and the fornicating couple thrumming her clit, Debi Mathews once again soon climaxed.

"Let me suck Ralph while one of you fucks me from behind...not my behind, mind, not yet anyway," she wantonly smiled, and they obligingly moved back off her.

Rather than what Debi might have expected, and since the sofa they were sat on was against the wall, Ralph hopped up on the backrest and beckoned the lustful Mrs Mathews's towards him. Knelt in front of the youth, she first licked the head of his dick as he offered it to her and then along the length.

"Ahm," she cried out, as and when each of her part upturned ass cheeks were playfully dusted by Steve's hand. After that, and leant forward, he slapped the underside of his firm cock on each and finally her curple, before sliding his warm weapon into her inviting and accommodating pussy. Having done so, he moved his right hand underneath her and stroked Debi's clit while fingers of his left dipped in and out of her tight puckered anus.

That just left her shapely breasts, and John was once more soon on the end of those.

"I may like dick, but you young men sure love making a woman cum," she uttered breathily, before covering Ralph's cock with her lips and mouth.

Moments later: "Oh yes, more, fuck me, pull on my tits, I'm gonna cum," she exclaimed.

Quite unexpectedly, Steve pulled on Debi's hair, just as she came. All the same, Ralph fucked her mouth with his cock and pulled on her right nipple. Raised up, so that her back bowed, John sucked her left tit and stroked her distended throbbing clit; yes, they most certainly enjoyed making her cum.

Presently, John took over from Steve and reamed her cunt until another climax ripped through her heated body. "Ooo yes. Now my ass, Steve, all of you can fuck my brains out at the same time," Mrs Mathews invited, as her body continued to float on a cloud of euphoria, one she was hoping to not come down from for quite some while yet.

"We're quite big."

"Yes, I noticed," Debi rejoined, before getting a tube of gel from the pocket of her robe.

"Try this, it should ease the way quite pleasurably," she said, emitting an endearing smile towards them and handing the tube to Steve.

With Ralph sat on the couch and John leant against the backrest to his right, Debi half knelt and squatted over Ralph before taking a hold of his cock and directing it to her waiting pussy, which she lowered towards his turgid glans.

"I suppose you boys must think I'm quite a slut. Well, that as it maybe, this slut has needs, and right now I need to be fucked senseless. Okay, that'll do for that," Debi intoned, as she sucked Ralph's hard-on into her tight fuck hole and then moved her hand to guide John's dick towards her mouth.

Having gotten Ralph to spread the slut's ass cheeks, Steve once more knelt behind her and soon had the head of his lubed up cock past Mrs Mathews's anal ring.

"That's it, Steve, all the way fucking in my tight fucking ass. Perfect," she called back to him.

It had been some years, before she met Arthur, that Debi Johnson last found herself sandwiched between two men, something that she missed and was only too keen to enjoy, if only on this one occasion during her marriage, but to have three cocks fucking her, that was very much the cherry on the cake.

She, of course, had them change around on her; Debi getting a taste of her strong ass juice into the bargain as she was fucked, reamed, nailed, drilled and railed by the trio of beach volleyball players, each one, at her request, shooting his load over her face and orgasmically glowing body as she lay on the sofa for them - Debi being host enough to suck them dry afterwards.

"Sorry that I can't see you out, guys," she said, preferring to wallow in the slowly drying cum that coated her.

‘Maybe I'll stay like this for when Arthur returns,' she thought to herself minxily...!