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Z and I had been married for about three years and had sort of stumbled onto the fact that talking about having other men fuck her while we were making love was a big turn-on for both of us. She had done some flashing for strangers at my request from our very first date, and a little more than flashing on a few occasions, letting someone we didn't know touch her, even put their fingers inside her, but then we found that it was fun to consider, even edge up to, doing it with people we knew. It started with her being obviously aroused and us having a great session in bed after we had been out with other couples where there was a little friendly flirting going on. It was always the playful kind of thing you do among friends, not serious, but real. One night while I was fucking her I mentioned that a relatively new friend, Tom, who was a contractor doing some work on an extensive renovation of an old Victorian we had bought, had been coming on to her a little more than usual. She surprised me by saying out loud what I was thinking -- "I know. I think he wants to fuck me."
I was instantly hot, and followed up by asking, "Would you want to do it?" But she wiggled off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering." But I was nearly ready to explode now with the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom, and I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "You do want to do it don't you?" "Would you want me to?" She was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, and she was as slippery as I had felt her in a while, obviously liking the fantasy. "Yes, I'd like you to do it. Will you?" "Yes, I want to." And as she said it she came as hard as she ever had, and I was about three strokes behind, pumping a huge load into her. As soon as we had caught our breath and I had rolled off her and spooned her, she pulled the plug, "It was just a fantasy, you know." "You came pretty hard for it, though." She didn't say anything. And that was it for a couple of weeks, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every time we fucked I thought of it but didn't want to bring it up because I didn't know what her reaction would be and didn't want to press her too far, too fast, because I really knew now that I wanted to have her take another man, and to watch it happen. A couple of weeks later we were again out with tour usual group, and I made sure to invite Tom, who was still working on our house. By seeing him look at Z as he worked at our house, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At the outing, once again, Tom's attentions were a little more than the usual casual flirting. And I noticed that Z was allowing a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still casual – not enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I saw the difference. But about half way through the evening I caught her looking over at me and then glancing away right after she had been looking at Tom, talking and laughing with him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's hot for sex. A little later Tom asked her to dance – no big thing in this group -- and they were gone for three dances. I caught glimpses of them on the floor, and there was nothing out of the ordinary that was too obvious, but maybe his hands were on her waist a half a second too long and a couple of inches too high on some of the turns. I thought he might have brushed her tits once or twice. No big deal; we were all friends. But when she got back to the table I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal, slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her blouse, a little more laughter than usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me. That was it. We went home and got into bed. It was very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the light, and usually she fades after 1:00 AM, so I'm used to having her fall asleep without sex, even after being at a club, if we're out that long, and I just snuggled her. After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk – a shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "Aren't you interested tonight?" Of course I was, and immediately slid down and opened her legs to lick her opening, her favorite beginning. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery it was as I put my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a little noisier about it. I knew that her heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the time dancing and flirting with Tom, of course, but instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused. I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina and rubbed her clitoris with it. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open. "You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping opening, so wet I could feel it running down her legs and into her anus. "Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in." "Not yet." I wanted her to ache for it – I had an idea. She tossed her head again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris. "Oh, God," she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in -- she was as hot as I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also knew she was hot because of Tom as much as me. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions "You want it in you?" I asked again. "Yes, put it in," she said, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips, almost imperceptibly, to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle and instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery parted lips and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready. "I'll put it in if you'll answer one question for. And you have to be completely honest. OK?" "OK. What?" She was writhing now under me, over the edge, not just wanting it, but needing it. "You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate for an instant we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that – I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the edge by now, and I was pretty sure she would answer anything I asked her, and do it truthfully, without thinking, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "You'll tell the truth, no matter what I ask?" "Yes! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded almost desperate, and her body suggested that too – she was as hot as I had ever felt her, wet, out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled. "You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock on her hole again, holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but this time I let just half of the crown separate her labia and rocked her a little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, but backing off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her body. "Yes! Fuck me! Please!" "Ready for your question?" "Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer, it was a plea – she was aching for it now. "Answer instantly?" "Yeees." "You want to be fucked now?" "Yeees!" "You want a cock in you?" "Yeees!" "You want Tom's cock in you?" "Yeees!" A jolt surged through me – I wasn't sure she had heard the question, but if she had I had what I wanted. I put the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening started to slide it in, but again tipped it so the stroke was external, sliding along her sopping slit, her clitoris a hard, wet bump. She bucked and writhed in obvious frustration and desire. "You said you'd put it in." It was an almost desperate complaint, and she rolled her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she could drive up on my shaft herself, but I took my penis in my hand again to guard against her getting it in. "You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want inside you?" "Yes." She was breathless. "You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him? "Yes. I can't help it. I was so hot for it tonight, and I think he wants me. "Yes, I think so, too. You want to do it?" She was bucking under me so hard now that my penis was sliding along her clitoris every time she lifted her hips, and I was afraid she's cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her vagina, and matched her strokes, pulling back every time she thrust up so that she couldn't get it in, and I held her wrists over her head so she could reach down and do it herself. "I think I want you to fuck Tom if you get this hot for it. Will you?" "If you want me to." She accepted it pretty easily. "I do. Will you do it?" "Yes, I'll do it." She bucked again. "When?" "Whenever you want me to." Breathless now, she continued to grind her hips up, sensing that now that her secret was out she would get what she needed. And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, desire mixed with relief. I pounded her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened state of arousal. "I'm going to ask him to fuck you next weekend, and I'm going to watch you do it. You'll be a good slut and spread yourself wide open for him, won't you?" "Yes!" "No hesitation -- when I tell you to open yourself for it you give him the whole thing instantly, look him in the eye and show him wet pink – no being coy. Take his cock inside your cunt and let him fuck you. Do a good job, be a good slut for him, and for me." "I will," she whispered. She was bucking and thrusting, thrashing and tossing. "And you'll cum for him, won't you? A big one, so he knows you want it." "Yeees!" And with that she heaved her hips up and exploded in a huge orgasm. In reply to her thrust, my cock unloaded inside her with the biggest stream I had ever spent, pulsing over and over as my semen shot into her womb. When it was over, as I cuddled her, I whispered to her, "I'm going to do it, you know, make you fuck Tom. You want to and we both know it. And I want to see you do it. Are you going to do it when I tell you to?" "If you want me to." "I do." "OK, I will." They were her last words as she fell asleep. The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday? "Are you sure you really want this, Larson? It's a nice fantasy, but I'm not sure I would really like it. Or that you would." I found myself really disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her. "OK," I replied. "We'll see then." I didn't want to press too hard because I didn't want to scare her off, but I really craved the kind of sexual passion she had displayed the previous night and I was determined to see it happen. I mentioned it only a couple of other times during the week, once very casually while I was fucking her, but was a little worried about pressing it. What I noticed is that her cunt really got wet as soon as I started talking about her having to open her legs for Tom someday, and she came almost instantly when I did. I wondered if she was feeling my dick or thinking about his. Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Z had made the arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a jazz club with a group we knew, and she had heard me when I had casually invited Tom on Wednesday when I deliberately got home a little early so he would still be working at the house. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping something would happen – it was a kind of funky place. At least that's what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom, that night if I could. I just didn't know how. On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. "You were sure hot for it last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom." "It was nice." That was an understatement; we had both had the biggest orgasms of our time together – of our lives – in a hot session after the night out with the group, after her dancing with Tom, after our fantasy about letting Tom fuck her. She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse, rather than in the blue jeans and shirt we usually wore to these get-togethers with the group. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could see the outline of her nipples slightly under the silk blouse, and her breasts jiggled just a little. She isn't very big – 34B – but she has nice tits and it was nice to see them move under her blouse. And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose at the top – if she leaned forward you could see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature – it was warm out. I had also seen her put on her garter belt and stockings instead of panty hose, something she did for me when we were going to have a hot night, and she had put on her loose-fitting red silk tap pants over her garter belt instead of wearing panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure – not slutty, but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me right now, though; she wasn't talking and looked determinedly out the window. "Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for, or else learning unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight – either way I'd know how to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little flushed? I let it go. When we got there the usual group had already arrived, and Tom was there. There were eight of them, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled together. The band was just setting up and we sat down to order drinks. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Z's right. I was on Z's left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with one of the women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. My first sign that she might go for it. The band started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the woman on his left. But he would occasionally glance sideways at Z. I wasn't sure Z would do it, but I was certain Tom wanted it. Men know it when another guy is attracted to a woman. It took a while, but after a couple of drinks and a little over an hour, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Z still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. A couple of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Z got up to go with them. Three of the guys went to the bar for drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to call the baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going to do. "Do you like Z?" I asked him. "Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Was he a little flustered? "That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for you?" Tom rocked back a little in his chair. "Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too deliberate. He wanted her. "You should see her in bed," I offered. "I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go there!" The laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a tad too nervous. He picked up his beer to take a drink, but it was empty. He put it down and stared at it. "Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Z in bed." "Whoa! Not me. Not something I think about," but he had definitely blanched. And he tried to take another drink from his empty glass. Nervous. "I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure I'd be happy about it if it were. You telling me you've never thought about fucking Z?" I had said the word. He couldn't misunderstand what we were talking about now. Tom jolted back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, I guess, " he stammered, "Sure, in the theoretical, fantasy way, sure, sure, I guess so. She's a hot lady, anyone would like her. No offense, of course, and I'd never hit on her, but, sure, she's a looker, and smart and funny and interesting; I've daydreamed it. But I'd never even think about it for real, of course. You really are something. Don't hurt a guy." He tried to make it sound funny, like a joke, a nervous joke. I smiled at him. Didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Z," I said, and laughed. He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Z." His was still empty, and he was flustered again. "How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. "How about I invite you to fuck her?" He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never do that. No way! Jeez! What would Z say if she heard you say that? No way, man!" "Z wants to let you fuck her. We talked about it all week." Now it was out; no matter what happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you want to fuck her. She wants you to. I'd like to have you fuck her. She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it. Really. And I want to watch you do it to her." Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next step. "Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure. No commitments. I don't even know if she'll do it when it's for real instead of a hot fantasy, but it won't hurt you any. If you stay, you might get to fuck Z. I certainly won't mind." And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom. I passed the three women, including Z, just as they came out of the women's room, and Z looked up at me, a quizzical look on her face; I smiled at her. I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it so it didn't pull and bind. Even just handling it made me realize how close to cumming I was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge. While I was in there I took out a business card from my wallet – it was all I had to write on – and wrote a note on the back of it to Z: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to do it. He'll stay late with us. Let's make it happen. We both want it." When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom was still in shock, but had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Z was talking to him – small talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me as I approached the table and then glanced over at Z. It was involuntary – he couldn't help himself. As he realized that he had looked over at her, he blushed and turned away, then looked down, then up at me quickly, then down at his beer. He took a nervous sip. At least he had something in his glass this time. Out of control. I just smiled and nodded at him when he looked back up. As I sat down next to Z I kissed her on the neck from behind, and after I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers and pressed the business card with my note, which I had in my other hand, into her hand gently and closed her fingers over it. I held her hand for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can." She looked over at me, not quite knowing whether or not to believe me, probably both mad at the thought I might have done it and excited by the hope I had. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the other way. I caught her glancing up at Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. Then down again. But she didn't blush, and she seemed a lot less nervous than Tom did. A few minutes later she excused herself and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to be able to read the note. Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction, out loud, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red again. Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to play again. "We'll know whether they're really any good – the second set has their original material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to their conversations, but a couple glanced at Tom as they did, and he was clearly uncomfortable. The band saved him – they started to play an up-tempo jazz number. Z came back to the table and sat down. She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this?" She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded over at Tom. Z turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly. Z turned back to me, again whispering, "You sure you want this?" I looked at her steadily and nodded yes. She didn't say anything. She didn't blink. Z turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She had seemed to be mad all evening, but as it wore on it appeared that she was having a good time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still here; he was going to do it. If Z would. There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Z looked down; Tom looked at Z. "I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked. "Are you sure you want this to happen?" Z asked, turning to me. "We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted. "I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off – it's probably not really a good idea," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me though. And then to Z – "Z, if you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done." "Be quiet, Tom," Z ordered, shooting him a look. "Larson was telling the truth – I told him I wanted sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that, but I don't want to lose my marriage over it." "Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck each other. You probably would have anyway, eventually, and now it's certain. You can't both know the other is willing and not do it. If you do it behind my back it's bound to be destructive. If you do it this way I'm in on it – it's hot. I want you to do it, and I want to see it." Z looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. Z smiled at him. "Let's go if you're interested, Tom.' Tom nodded. We paid the check and headed for the parking lot. As I was holding the door for Z to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes. Don't be long." "Oh, I don't think so, Larson. Thanks. Really." I closed the door behind Z and walked around to get in the driver's side and started the car. "It's called cuckolding," Z said as the car came to life. I had heard of cuckolding – I had read about it in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales – The Wife of Bath – in college. I remembered it being vaguely exciting even then. Where was she going? "If we do this you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life," Z continued. "Another man will have fucked me, will have fucked your wife. You can never have it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but I won't do this if it bothers you." "I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I do. If you do. I don't want to lose my wife over it either. I want it if you want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have." "You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," she offered. "I'm not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever." "Well, do you want to do it, Z? You seem to be really hot for him. You admitted you wanted to fuck him. Can you really tell me you won't fuck him anyway, even if I change my mind now?" Z was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be honest now. All the posturing was over – no one was nervous now. Aroused, horny, hot, but not nervous. We all knew what we knew. "I can promise you that I wouldn't start it, that I won't seduce him. But I have to tell you that if he makes a pass at me and asks me to fuck him, I'm pretty sure that I would let him." "Pretty sure?" I asked. I wasn't hedging. I didn't want her to back down, and I probably wouldn't have believed she could have, but I did want to hear her say it. "I'm sure, Larson." There was no hesitation now. "You've told him I want to fuck him, and that was true. He's going to try now, if not tonight, some other day this week at the house. And when he does I'm going to let him. I want to have him fuck me. You've sort of set this up, you know, by making him aware that I was interested. But I want to do it, and I hope you want me to now, because it's going to happen now, if Tom wants to do it." "I want you to fuck him, Z. If you do it in front of me I'm in on it. Can you love me while you're fucking him?" "Yes. I love you, Larson. I don't love Tom. But I want to fuck Tom. And tonight I want to fuck him more than I want to fuck you. If we do it tonight you can be there, but you need to know that I'll be thinking of him fucking me, of his cock inside me, and I'll cum for him, too, not for you. I'll still love you afterwards, but when he's inside me I'll be his woman, and my cunt will be his cunt. Will you be OK with that?" "I think so," I answered. "It's what I wanted to hear; it's what I want." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first really affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening. "I said I'd do it for you. Now I'm going to do it for Tom. I admit I'm very aroused that Tom wants to fuck me, and that makes me hot, hotter than I've ever been. I'm going to do it, but you can call it off at any point tonight up until he's inside me. If you want to call it off, do it soon. And I'll tell Tom, in front of you, that he can fuck me later this week at the house, when you're not there. You don't have to watch, but you do have to know now that I'm going to do just what we talked about last night, open up for him and be his slut. I'm going to cum for him, not for you. Do you understand? Whenever I do this, I'm his cunt until he's done. You can stop it if you chicken out, but only for tonight. Tom is going to fuck me if he wants to, and I think I can make him want that, don't you?" I nodded. I was pretty sure there was no stopping it now, not tonight, not ever. I wasn't a cuckold yet, but I knew I would be now, one way or the other, and I felt it between my legs. When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we all got out and went inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked. The following adventure occurred at a house party we attended some time back. Some of the names have been changed, but the rest is history. HIS STORY Hearing a familiar moan, I pulled open the curtain serving as a door to the alcove next to the Group Room. There was my wife Pat lying naked on a mattress with Bill's face buried between her legs. From the sounds she was making he clearly knew what he was doing. Her eyes were closed and she was massaging her own, ample, breasts. He was naked also, and behind him his lady Debby was on her knees licking his balls from behind. I knelt down beside her and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. They were already wet. She straightened up, kissed me, then lay down next to Pat as I slid her panties off. I lowered my mouth to her dampness and slid her cunt lips apart with my tongue, then began teasing her clit. Quickly that little knob began to swell and I licked it at first gently, then gradually harder and faster. She arched her back, forcing her pelvis against my face. She was getting wetter and wetter. I slid my tongue inside of her to get more of her sweet juice, then moved back to her swollen clit, sucking it between my lips. Next to us I could hear the sounds of my wife crying out in orgasm and I knew Bill was getting a mouthful. When she comes she comes hard and wet. HER STORY By the time Bill and I got downstairs I was undressed and he was stripping. I pulled him down onto the mattress, and he right away starting eating my pussy. He has this hmmmm he does with his lips against my clit that drives me crazy. I knew Debby was there somewhere but I didn't care. I opened my eyes and saw my husband Les come in. The way his boxers were poked out I knew Debby'd be in for a treat too. Sure enough she soon was lying beside me with my man snacking at her snatch. Bill kept licking, sucking and humming on my clit until I came big time. I was barely calming down when he pulled back and put on a rubber. Then he was inside me and I tried to wrap my legs around him to get more of his cock. Next to us Les was putting on a rubber and he started fucking Debby. Les bent over and sucked at my tit. It feels so good to have him play with me while I'm being fucked. Bill started slamming into me harder and harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Next to us Les was banging Debby almost as hard. I tightened my cunt muscles around Bill's cock and felt it start to swell and throb inside me. I forced myself against him to get more action on my clit. Bill and Les each started cumming about the same time. So did I. Don't know about Debby but if she didn't it was her own fault because Les gives great head. HIS STORY Debby came hard against my face, soaking my beard and moustache. When she finally stopped squirming I rose up to put on a condom and saw that Bill was already fucking my wife. I slid my cock into Debby's wet pussy which grabbed at me like a warm, moist hand. I started kissing her breast as we screwed. Then I leaned over and licked Pat's big tit, moving back and forth from Pat's to Debby's. Debby began bucking against me and pulled my face hard against her, forcing me to bite her nipple. Next to us I heard Pat start another orgasm, and Bill was calling out that he was coming. Way too soon I was coming inside Debby's demanding cunt. We all sort of collapsed in a naked, sweaty heap on the mattress. By this time the curtain was all the way open and we had an appreciative audience. From the other room we could hear the sounds of other couples and groups going at it hot and heavy. Pat and Bill went to get a drink while Debby and I sat and talked. Debby had her hand in my lap, playing with my limp penis. Without warning she bent over and took me in her mouth, as if this old man could get it up again that quickly. But she was persistent, so I laid back on the mattress and just enjoyed the feeling of her lips and the warmth of her mouth on my cock. HER STORY After a really great fuck I was thirsty so Bill and I went to get a drink of water. I came back and found Les on his back and Debby giving him head. I could tell he was really enjoying the lip action she was giving him. He does like to have his cock sucked. I knelt down next to him and licked his nipples. Then I decided to give him a real treat. He loves pussy, especially mine. So I pulled my panties back off, straddled his face and rubbed my pussy against his mouth. Sure enough he stuck out his tongue and licked the right spots. The more I rubbed the more he licked and the wetter I got. Looking back I could see Debby sucking faster and faster on his dick. Behind us a bunch of folks were watching. HIS STORY I looked up and saw Pat coming back into the room. She smiled at me and sort of winked. Then she started nipping at my nipples, which she knows drives me crazy. Debby was working me in and out of her mouth, and damned if I wasn't getting hard again. Then Pat surprised me by pulling off her panties and sitting on my face. She began rubbing her wet pussy against my mouth, and I tried to lick the juices out of her. The more I licked the harder she rubbed and the wetter she got. Meanwhile, Debby was really going to town on my cock, fucking me with her mouth. With my limited vision, having to look around my wife's thighs, I saw someone walk up to her. It was George, another of Pat's lovers. He was standing directly over me and I watched as Pat pulled his shorts down and took his cock into her mouth. I was in heaven with almost all of my senses engaged. The wonderful feeling of Debby's mouth suckling my dick. The taste and smell of my wife's cunt rubbing against my face. The sight of Pat working George's cock in and out of her mouth, and the sounds of others fucking in the background. HER STORY I was really getting off humping Les's face. And when Debby made him moan the sound went directly to my clit. Then there was George right in front of me. I slid my hands up his legs and felt his hard-on. I didn't waste any time getting it out of his shorts and into my mouth. He put his hands on my head while I worked my tongue around the fat head of his dick. I knew we were being watched. With Les's cock in Debby's mouth and my pussy rubbing his face while I had a mouthful of cock. It really turned me on knowing we were putting on quite a show. HIS STORY What an experience. My wife's sopping pussy all over my face and a front row view of George fucking her mouth. And all the while Debby was bringing me closer with her lips. Pretty soon I couldn't take any more. My cock began to throb and my balls started emptying into Deb's mouth. From the way George was stiffening, I knew he was giving the same prize to Pat. HER STORY All of a sudden Les started trying to make those noises he does when he cums. He's a real screamer! And this time I felt every scream directly in my clit. I knew Debby was getting a full load from him . At the same time George's dick began squirting cream into my mouth. I concentrated on squeezing every drop I could out of him. Way too soon he started going limp on me and I knew I'd gotten all I could. We finally had to untangle all our limbs and cocks and mouths and pussies. I gave my dear hubby a big sloppy kiss on his face, still wet from my cunt. And yes, the audience did enjoy it. But not as much as we did. |
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