Sharing My Wife with an Old Pal [MFM]

Years ago, my wife and I discussed having a threesome with another guy. I’m not bi, so I wasn’t interested in anything like that, and I’m not into cuckolding, but it was something I was into, in terms of fucking my wife with another guy. We found a guy, he came over, and it was fun, but my wife thought he was a bit of a dud in the sack, so that was kind of that.

More recently, we’ve been discussing the idea again. My wife is an extremely shy person, but she even went as far to text her high school ex about the possibility. He was very keen, considering they had never done more than oral back then. He seemed a bit flighty though, and was wishy washy throughout a couple of months of infrequent texts about the idea.

I had a friend of mine in mind though, a guy I had worked with once, who I hadn’t seen in a while. Honestly, the perfect kind of friend. We wanted someone we were familiar and comfortable with, or at least I was, but who wasn’t in our life, per se.

One night, we had the house to ourselves, and my wife began floating the idea of asking her ex to come over. I agreed, and she text him.

I knew he was going to flake though, the dude was scared (and that’s okay) so I text my buddy without telling my wife.

My wife is the definition of a PAWG. Small (but really fun, with great nipples!) tits, and great hips/ass. Fucking her doggy style is a dream, and i had collected a great little collection of pictures on my cell with her face down/ass up.

I text my buddy, who we’ll call D, and started with some small talk, since we hadn’t spoken in a while. I told him what was up with work, he told me, etc. Then I said, “dude, my wife has a killer ass, you wanna see?”

His next text came at lightning speeds. “Hell yeah.”

I sent a pic. He replied again quickly. “Damn, you’re a lucky guy.”

“Wanna fuck her with me?”

“Seriously? When?”
I loved that he asked when with the very first reply, lol. “Tonight.”

He asked for the address within the next three texts he sent.

It was around this time that my wife told me her ex was flaking out.

“I figured,” I told her. “A biddy of mine is coming over tonight to fuck you.”

She thought I was kidding. I assured her I wasn’t. I told my buddy to text her, and gave him her number.

He’s a forward guy, it turned out. (And he had been in a similar situation before, so he was a great choice after all!)

“I want to pull your hair and slap your ass,” he text to my wife. No hi. No how are you. That.

She couldn’t believe it. She told me she had to take a shower. Before she went into the bathroom, she snapped a pic of the thong she was going to wear and sent it to him.

Now, my wife is shy. Painfully shy, sometimes, but she has a crazy slutty streak. She’s the woman who blew me the first time we ever hung out outside of work (where we had met). She blew me in the hall of my apartment, we fucked in the pool there, she jerked me off as SHE drove us home from the movies. She can get a little freaky.

She took a shower and came out wearing a nice little pair of gym shorts, very short and very tight, and a tight tee and satin bra underneath. My buddy got there, bringing drinks.

It was a little awkward, at first. We went into the living room and turned on some music videos on Youtube, and chatted. We drank. She sat next to D on the love seat, I sat on the couch.

She told us she was feeling tipsy. I stood up. I pulled her off of the loveseat. D set his beer down and watched.

“Look at this ass,” I told D as I turned my wife around. She bent obediently over the loveseat, placing her hands on the back of the furniture. D stood up and I watched as he grabbed my wife’s ass through her shorts. I groped her as well, and she grind back toward our hands.

It was D who slid her shorts down. We were touching her ass again, kneading the bare flash of her cheeks. I slid my hand down further, rubbing the silky material of her thong, feeling the valley of her pussy beyond. As soon as I moved my hand, D filled the new void with his own.

D was fully dressed, I was more comfortable in my own house, shirtless with nothing but a pair of gym shorts on. I was hard as I rock when I pulled my wife up. I turned her toward me and began to kiss her. D unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them. It was obvious he had an erection as well.

We sandwiched my wife in. She was turned toward me, wearing her thong, her shirt and her bra. Our tongues danced together, as they had millions of times. My right hand was on the side of her face, how she likes being kissed when we’re getting hot and heavy. My left on her hip.

D stepped in close behind her. I watched as he put his hands on my wife from behind. I watched as he ground his hard cock against her ass, still wearing his boxers and his shirt. He pulled the shirt off, and I used my hands to turn my wife to face D. She looped an arm around his neck. His hands went to her hips and pulled her close. They kissed for the first time, my wife’s mouth open and willing to accept his tongue. There were no small tentative kisses between the two. I could see their tongues meet in the blue glow of the TV, the only light in the room, but plenty.

For my part, I stepped up to my wife from behind, taking my turn to rub my aching hard on against her bubble ass. I waited for her mouth as long as I could, and then I spun her again, hungrily panting my mouth on hers, my tongue in her mouth. In an amazing stroke of luck, I broke the kiss and glanced down just in time to see my wife reach behind her, slipping her right hand down the front of his boxers. She stretched the elastic material they were made of out as she did so, and I could tell the moment my wife wrapped her slender fingers around the cock of a man she had just met twenty minutes previously. She touched his bare cock before she touched my own. It turned me on. I would never be interested in being cuckolded. Any fun she has is fun we have together. But seeing her do things with another man, while I’m there to do things to her as well? It’s amazing.

She kissed me as she began to slide her hand back and forth across his cock. With her free hand, she took my in grip too. I lost my shorts quickly, pushing them down to the floor. D pulled my wife’s shirt up, and she pulled her hands from our dicks so she could take her shirt off. I kissed her again while D unhooked her bra. Soon that was off, and he reached around to cup one of her tits, and I reached up to grope the other.

We fully sandwiched her, turning her slightly to the side so I could grind against her right hip, and D her left. We took turns kissing her deeply, giving the other guy a few seconds to tongue her before physically turning her head in our direction.

“Get on your knees,” I told my wife when I couldn’t take it anymore. She did so, sliding her hands down my chest and stomach as she dropped slowly. When my wife sucks my cock normally, she likes to tease me. She goes slowly, licking the tip, parting her lips hesitantly, sucking on my mushroom head before working down to the shaft. This night, she was too horny for that, too slutty, too excited to have two guys who wanted her so badly. She took me in one hand at the base of my cock and then opened her mouth wide and my cock disappeared inside her mouth.

To her side, D bent, sliding his boxers down and stepping out of them. My wife pulled away from my cock long enough to get a look at his member. He was a bit longer than me, but more slender. My wife turned her attention back to me as he stepped forward again. She took me into her mouth once again, and used her hands to lightly squeeze my balls. She reached over with her free hand and gripped D once again. I let her go for a few minutes, D and I looked down at my sexy queen as she blew me and jerked him. Then I out my hand to the back of her hand and gripped a bunch of her brown hair, tugging her away from my cock.

“Suck him too,” I told her, and she turned her head, looking up with her amazingly beautiful soft brown eyes to D. He reached down as I moved me hand, and placed his own hand on the back of her head. He pulled her forward toward his cock. I could just hear him breathe out a lusty “Yes baby.” Another man, calling my wife baby as she wrapped her lips around his shaft. I was in heaven.’

For the next ten minutes, we treated her mouth like a communal playground, pulling and pushing her hot oral hole back and forth much like we had when we were kissing her. Interestingly, throughout the next hour or so, D wouldn’t kiss her again. When the sex started happening, it’s almost like he decided kissing was the thing that was little too intimate to be doing with another man’s wife.

Finally, I needed more than my wife’s mouth, and I went down to my knees, grabbing her gently and positioning her the way I wanted: on her hands and knees, her amazing ass facing me. I grabbed her by the hips and felt her soft fingers on my cock as she guided me into her. D didn’t miss a bit, dropping to his knees as well, right in front of her face, so she could resume sucking his cock. He grabbed a fist-full of her hair, and we bounced her back and forth between us for some time.

“Dude, you gotta feel this pussy,” I said to my buddy, and my wife was quick to spin around, still on her hand and knees, but D now able to enter her vaginally. She took me into her mouth, licking her own juices from my cock as he began to fuck her. With my wife’s amazing big ass bouncing right before his eyes, D couldn’t resist slapping it. Each time he brought his hand sharply down, I could see the pale white skin of her round cheek flash a brilliant pink and then start to fade, and my wife squealed with my cock in her mouth. Giving her a rest from the spanking, D reached forward and grabbed her hair again, pulling it roughly as he slammed in and out of her.

“There you go, that’s what you wanted to do to me, right?” My wife breathed, taking me out of her mouth for just a moment. I was close though, and I reached down to slip my cock back inside her wet mouth. I thrust against her face a few times, and then I couldn’t hold back anymore. As my friend D continued to pound my wife doggystyle, I came in her mouth.

I grinned as I looked down and saw my wife’s eyes go wide as I ejaculated down her throat. She placed a hand on my hip and I thought she would push me away, but she handled it. When I pulled out of her mouth she took a moment to swallow and then looked up at me. She was rocking forward with each thrust of D inside her. He had one hand on her ass and the other still entwined in her hair.

“Give me some warning next time,” My wife joked. And then she smiled wickedly up at me. “Kiss me.”

I had just come in her mouth. This was a joke she liked to play a lot. I’d come in her mouth and she’d try to kiss me so I would taste my own spunk. This time though, I couldn’t refuse. I shift so that I was lower, laying down and propped up on my elbows. I could see my wife’s little tits swinging as she got fucked. I reached out with one hand and groped one. I pressed my mouth to hers. We frenched. I could taste my own semen. It was bitter and awful, but the kiss was exciting. I couldn’t stop. I made out with my wife while my friend fucked her.

“I have to sit down,” D said suddenly as he pulled out of my wife. We were all covered in sweat. It was hot in the room. He got up and stumbled to the loveseat. I thought he looked a little drunk maybe. We had powered through a few drinks as we washed away our nerves. Was it catching back up to him? I saw a wave of disappointment move across my wife’s features. Another dud threesome? I got up and lay on the couch. My wife went and sat next to D. No one spoke. There was a bit of tension in the air. I turned my head to look at my wife and pal. The tension faded as he reached over and placed his hand on my wife’s bare thigh. We were all naked, all breathing heavily. I realized D was just worried about finishing right after me. He wanted to give my wife more fun. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but it was still semi rigid, laying along his thigh and shining in the light with my wife’s pussy juices.

No one spoke. We watched a few music videos. Then I heard D breathing heavily. I craned my neck to spy the loveseat once more. D was hard again. No doubt due to the fact that my wife had her right hand wrapped around his cock and was pumping him furiously. As I sat up to watch, my wife spread her legs as D ran his hand up her leg. Soon he was fingering her, pushing two fingers, and then three, in and out of my wife’s cunt.

My own cock was hardening again, watching this. I was about to stand and join in when I told myself to wait. If I was being honest, I had always wanted to watch my wife with another man. We had shared her earlier, but now I wanted to watch, and then I wanted sloppy seconds.

They used their hands on one another for a while, and then D couldn’t resist anymore. He got up, my wife releasing her grip on his member. He turned and faced the love seat and crouched. He hooked his arms under my wife’s thighs and pulled her forward so that she slid down the loveseat. Her back was on the seat, her head bent at the neck and resting on the back of the couch, her ass hanging over the edge. Still supporting her by way of her thighs, D entered her again.

When we were spit roasting her, D had been pumping furiously away. Now he was taking his time. My wife looked over. “You can have my mouth,” she said, noticing my hard cock, and the way I was slowly rubbing myself.

“I want your pussy when he’s done with it.”

My wife nodded and closed her eyes. She put her hands on D’s shoulders. He kept his arms hooked around her legs.

“Let’s get on the floor,” he groaned. I could tell his legs were about to give out on him. He pulled out of my wife and backed up. She slid down onto the floor.

“How do you want me?” she asked him. It made my cock pulse. This guy was a stranger to her basically! They had never met until this night.

“Like that” D said. She spread her legs again and he entered her once more. Again, he fucked her slowly, tenderly. Now he began to talk to her, his voice hushed, full of groans. My wife is quiet when she has sex, but her heavy breathing is out of this world. With each thrust I heard those breathy grunts she does, and I heard him talking to her.

“I love your pussy,” he said. “You feel so good. You’re tight as hell. God you’re hot. So fucking sexy.”

It seemed like with each thrust, D would compliment my wife, or her cunt. I could tell D was fighting the urge to get off. He wanted her to go first. My wife is a blessed woman, and she can come from intercourse alone. In fact, she always used to come, and without much work. But six months previously, her doctor had put her on new birth control. Wouldn’t you know it, one of the listed side effects was trouble climaxing. Sure enough, my wife had gone from coming 99% of the time when we fucked, to roughly one every three.

I explained this to my friend, as quickly as I could so I wouldn’t kill the mood. I was rubbing my hard cock slowly as I watched him fuck her. He glanced at me and nodded.

In an instant, he sped up. Each thrust became faster than the last. Soon he was pounding my wife again. Her back was arched, her eyes closed. He groped one of her bouncing tits with one hand, and held an ankle with the other. They were inching up the carpet. He had asked about rules through text after he had decided he was going to come over. I told him we only had one. he couldn’t come in my wife. not her pussy or her mouth. Coming inside her was for me, only.

As he fucked her wildly on the floor, I thought he was going to ignore the rule and unload in her. Surprisingly, I wanted him too. I could tell my wife wasn’t going to say anything to him. She was getting fucked hard, and she was loving every second of it.

And then, he groaned. “Okay,” he said, and he pulled out of my wife. He reached down and took his hard throbbing cock in his own hand, and he pumped himself. Once, twice, three times was all it took before I watched a sticky string of cum rocket from the tip of his cock and land on my wife. With each pump of his hand he came more, covering my wife’s stomach, a few strands lacing over her right breast. When he was done, he ran his fingertips over his own spunk, rubbing it across my wife’s stomach.

I was rock hard. They cleaned up, we sat for a moment. Turns out, D had work in the morning. Poor guy had wanted to see if we could wait until he was off the next day, but after he saw her pic, he decided he needed to jump on it. I let my wife walk him out. She had pulled on her panties and a tee shirt to do so. When she came back into the living room she was smiling. She stripped down and got on the floor. I went to her. We kissed as I slid my hard cock inside of her for round two, this time, with only the two of us.

It took cock, fingers, and mouth, but this time she came.

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