I saw him as I pulled up to my driveway at half past noon. Clean cut, broad athletic shoulders, a pretty face. I thought, hmmm… our neighbor’s cute. Then I recognized him. It’s Josh!

A smile crept into my face as tightness settled into my loins. Muscle memory.

“Hi!” I called as he walked down the driveway. “This is a surprise.”

“Jay didn’t tell you I was coming?” he asked, his lips curled into a small smile.

“No. Come in.” It was the first time Josh had visited in the daytime. I felt self-conscious wearing practical mom clothes. Jeans, button down plaid shirt, hoodie and black flats.

Josh and Jay talked shop about art. I excused myself to put on fuck-me make up. I needed a quick transition from mom to whore, and make up was the easiest way to do it. When I was ready I went back into our playroom (the Master’s bedroom), undressed and went through my closet of play clothes. My mind drew a blank. I had so many clothes, but nothing appealed to me at that moment. What to wear, what to wear…

Jay set his video camera on a tripod. I still had no idea what to wear, what kind of play I wanted, what I was in the mood for. Jay grabbed my naked body, “You’re ready. Here you are,” rubbing, kissing. Josh came up and followed Jay’s lead.

So the video rolled, I was already naked, two men caressed my body and probed into my moist parts. Jay shoved his cock into my ass with no warning and I moaned. Josh tried to silence my moans, filling my mouth with his hard veiny cock. They switched places and took turns, all the while taking me to a different world, a world inside myself I often get too busy to visit.

Josh fucked me hard. So deep in my bowels I cried then laughed at the craziness of it all. “Do it again,” I pulled him back inside me, ready for another ride.

I lay on my back after he let me go. He pulled off his condom and pushed his cock into my mouth as I hung my head off the side of the bed. My fingers crept into the void he’d left: a finger each in my pussy and ass. He fucked my mouth, and as with my ass, his cock sank deeper and deeper into my throat with every thrust. Once it hit bottom and I gagged.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as quickly as my gag reflex reacted.

I smiled, “No, you’re not,” with a swift slap on his butt cheeks before I swallowed his cock once more.

When he was ready to pop, I sat up with my mouth open expectantly, anticipating the heavy thump of his cum against my face. He did not disappoint me. Thick dollops of cum spurted in my mouth, across my nostrils, up to my eye, dripped off the sides of my mouth to my chest.

Jay the voyeuristic director joined him soon and made his offering on the altar of sex, my cum splattered face. I wore it well.