Husband’s buddy spends the night [MF] [M] ;-)

It’s been forever since I’ve posted, but I really liked how this came together. I have taken some liberties here, but am pleased to say this is more fact than fiction.

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I felt numb standing at the foot of our bed. Somehow the champagne buzz has evaporated during the walk upstairs. Now I stood just a bit lightheaded as the truth of the situation was settling in.

Dan reached around from behind and pulled my nightgown open. Before the silk garment settled around my feet, I felt his strong, rough hands cup my breasts, shifting the soft overflow between his fingers. He turn me around. I stood naked in front of him.

Over his shoulder, I watched my husband walk into the room and turn into the master bath. After losing his stupid man bet, he was just going to go about his normal nighttime routine?

Dan pulled his shirt off over his head and said firmly, “You can take my pants off.”

I heard the bathroom sink start flowing as I unbuckled Dan’s jeans and pushed them down over the his hips. I instinctively looked down and saw his rock hard body wearing only tight boxer briefs. I’d fantasizes about Dan so many times back in school. When my husband invited him to dinner during a business trip, I never expected to be staring at his massive bulge while my husband brushed his teeth in the other room.

Dan put two strong hands on my shoulders. He was a confident man. I was a confident woman. He was used to getting what he wanted. I was used to being respected. He applied the slightest bit of pressure down. I ended up on my knees, naked in front of him.

Dan didn’t ask for much. He pulled him thick cock out and pushed it between by lips. My hands reached up and rested on his hip as he taught my jaw a couple new rules.

I heard foots steps. Wen I opened my eyes, my husband was standing beside us. “She doesn’t like give head.” He murmured.

Dan put a hand on one shoulder and laid a heavy palm on the top of my head. “Does she like deepthroat?” He asked as his hips kicked forward and his hand palmed my skull against his crotch.

My fingers clenched as his shaft straightened my throat and held me in place. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move. In the back of my mind, I realized that I wait to be allow to breath again.

Dan released my head and I arched back coughing. I felt a couple cool tears slide down my cheeks. “You are she doesn’t like it?”

I looked up at Dan’s commanding gaze, then at my husbands uncertain eyes. I lifted myself back to my knees grabbed Dans hips again and impaled my throat again in his cock. This time, I helped myself in place. I liked the breathless burn of his pulsing shaft.

A moment later, I felt back again. I could feel my mascara running down my cheeks.

“On the bed, baby girl.”

I suddenly felt delightfully small. I was unexpectedly meek and delicate. I back up against the foot of our bed, reached back and pulled myself up. Dan didn’t say anything more. He didn’t give me any more instructions. I looked from him to my husband and simple didn’t want I wanted. I wanted the direction I wanted things to go.

I back and slid my hands up my thighs as they parted for their man.

“Jesus Christ, man. You say she’s uptight. You say she don’t suck cock. Then she presents like a hungry slut.

“Diane.” I heard my husband say. It seemed distant. “What are you doing?”

I reached my feet out and wrapped them around Dan’s waste.

“She’s calling her daddy.” Dan answered a pleased little smile.

I bit my lip, reached between my hips to point his log out and begged, “please fuck me, daddy.”

My husband didn’t even close the door as he walked out. I couldn’t hear whether he said anything over the sound of Dan’s hips slapping against me and my moans praising the space his cock made inside me.

I curled up to reach for Dan’s chiseled chest, catching a glimpse of my husband down the hall. He looked back before stepping into the guest room.

Dan saw my glance and looked back toward my husband. Come here, puppy dog. I think she likes having you here.

He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. It felt let my hips were being pounded but a jackhammer. His meat hit the back of my way and a shock hit me.

It hurt. He was too big. I crunch up and put two hands against his abs. He did it again and I fucking came. Ask he stretched the back of my cunt, my body spasmed.

When the thunder stopped, Dan pulled out. It felt like he was dragging a mile of cable from my pussy.

There was silence in the room, broken only by my soft groans of shifting pleasure. My naked butt slid around slightly in my own juices.

“You seen her cum like that on your dick?”

I opened my eyes and looked up at my husband. A slight shake of his head said it all.

Dan climbed onto the other end of the bed and straddle over my head, his meat laying across my face. I went full slut and kissed at it, craned a bit and sucked in its sticky tip.

Dan lightly tapped my shoulder saying, “Roll over.”

I turned and got up on my hands and knees. Dan put two controlling hands on my hips and turned me around. “Look at that dripping pussy.”

I dropped onto my elbows to welcome him back into my swollen clit. Dan pulled my hips back. “It’s got every else all slippery and well lubricated.”

Dan stabbed his dick into my pursed ass. I pushed up onto one hand and grabbed out with the other. My finger clenched as I felt the head of his mast cock pop into my whore hole.

My eyes opened wide. I was clutching the waste of my husbands pajama pants. He had pulled forward and leaned against the end of the bed.

“Hey man, can you hold on to that end? I need to lay some pipe.”

Dan punished my asshole. He seemed to resent bottoming out in my pussy and made sure it wouldn’t happen again. He buried more meat in my rear than I thought possible.

When he stopped, I felt Dan’s hot sweat dropping on my back. All three of us breathed deeply as he backed out. I felt a sticky string of cum stretch between us like a leash as he backed away. His thick soup leaked out of m ass and ran down the lips of my stick snatch.

“Lay down”. Dan barked.

I was exhausted, I shifted on the bed and collapsed in my usual spot. I felt him last beside me, but saw my husband when I looked over.

I wasn’t thinking. I had no inner monologue as I smiled viciously and spat, “looks like he’s got two little bitches in bed.”

I enjoyed that night more than I should have.

I enjoyed looking at my husband lay there as Dan mounted me. He watched me wince and groan and clutch and beg as Dan punished my pussy for stopping him before.

I said the dirtiest things for Dan. I did the dirtiest things for Dan.

None of us slept that night.

When the sun dawned, Dan sent my husband downstairs to make breakfast. I curled up beside him in our bed and ask when he’d be home again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65f0dp/husbands_buddy_spends_the_night_mf_m