Hey guys, so it’s been a while since I posted here, but I have a story I’ve wanted to share from late last year, the holidays are just crazy and things like that, so it’s taken me a while.
If you remember my last story, you’ll remember that I shared my wife with an old work buddy, and we all had a good time. We haven’t seen him again yet, but it looks like he might be coming over this weekend. He was telling my wife that his new job is really stressful, and she told him he just needs a blowjob. He said he wished he had a girl for that, and she said he could borrow her mouth.
A month or so after he came over to fuck her though, my wife got a text from her old boyfriend, who we’ll just call BF in this story. Before we settled on getting D (my coworker) over, my wife had gotten in touch with BF and floated the idea that he should come tag team her with me. We sat together when she text him about it, and it was real hot. I ended up bending her over the side of the couch that night in between texts back and forth we got so hot and bothered.
In the end though, BF seemed kind of… flighty. He was divorced, he was going through some stuff, it just sort of fell off and we moved on to D.
Well, like I said, a month and a half later or so we’re sitting watching TV one night and my phones wife buzzes. She holds the screen out to me after she reads it, and it’s a text from BF. She ended up texting him back and forth for the rest of the night with some input from me, and I’ll sort of paraphrase the gist here:
BF – Hey, I’m thinking I blew my chance, right?
WIFE – What do you mean? (she knew what he meant, she told me she was going to torture him a bit.)
BF – You forgot already?
WIFE – Forgot what?
BF – I see how it is.
WIFE – Tell me what I forgot.
BF – You sent me a message about coming over and fucking you. A threesome with your guy.
WIFE – I don’t remember that. That doesn’t sound like me.
BF – You sent me this too. (He sends a pic of her killer ass in a thong that she had sent him that first night.)
WIFE – Oh, that’s mine all right.
BF – I’ve jerked off to it a hundred times.
WIFE – You could have had it for real.
BF – So I did miss my chance?
WIFE – My husband found another guy.
BF – Damn.
WIFE – It was fun.
BF – What did you guys do?
WIFE – What do you mean?
BF – What was his name?
WIFE – D
BF – What did you do with D?
WIFE – I kissed him.
BF – Did that make your husband mad?
WIFE – No, he liked it. He kissed me too. They pulled me back and forth and took turns kissing me.
BF – You just kissed him?
WIFE – No
BF – What else did you do?
WIFE – Why do you want to know?
BF – I want to see what I missed out on.
WIFE – You like hearing about it?
BF – My dick is hard.
WIFE – Prove it.
BF – (Texts a dick pick. His dick is hard. It’s long.)
WIFE – I remember that thing(they had done everything but dick in pussy basically back in the day.)
BF – Tell me what you did with D.
WIFE – My husband pushed me down on the ground so I could suck them both.
BF – God damn. Did I really miss my chance?
At this point my wife looked to me. I shrugged. I was hard as hell at this point, and she was rubbing me through my pants. We ended up 69’n before we went to bed, lol.
WIFE – That’s all? You don’t want to hear more?
BF – I might cry. I want to know if your offer still stands.
WIFE – It stands.
They chatted more that night, and I left it up to my wife to work everything out. She got the kids a sitter out of the house for a friday night, and I could tell she was really excited to have BF come over. She enjoyed D and is keen to meet with him again (like I said, this weekend!) but I could tell she was really feeling a sort of, desire, to have BF. I’m sure it had to do with the fact that they used to date.
A few days before he was due to arrive, he reached out to me and sent me a message. I could tell he was nervous, and I think he was worried I didn’t really want someone to fuck my wife with me. I reassured him, and we even bonded a little bit over what we wanted my sexy wife to wear for us. We were going to get her to dress up, and I let it be up to him other than black thigh high stockings, because I fucking love stockings. I sent him pics of her sexiest undies and things, and we settled on an outfit, which I laid out for her half an hour before he was due over.
I sat in our sitting room, which our front door opens up into, and she went up to change. She came down and I knew BF had picked pretty well. She had black heels on, the stockings, a little black dress that didn’t really allow for a bra, it was too strappy, and the silky material of the dress kept her nipples hard, it was fantastic. She stopped in front of me and I ran my hand up one of her legs, pushing the hem of her dress up to make sure she was wearing the thong BF had picked out, a little lacy white number. She sat next to me and we kissed and caressed as we waited. A few minutes early, he text my wife and told her he was parking on the street, and then there was a knock on our door. it was eight at night, and we had told him he was welcome to crash on a couch if he didn’t want to leave after a few hours of fun. He had a small bag with him that he dropped on the floor when my wife opened the door and he stepped in.
I watched him look my wife over and he smiled. “Holy shit,” he said.
“Feel the dress, it feels so good,” I told him from my spot on the couch. He moved a hand out and touched my wife on her side, running his hand up her ribs and then down to her hip.
“Yeah,” he said. “Really nice.”
“You can hug her,” I said. “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen her.”
I could tell they were both nervous. I knew he would be, but I had thought my wife would be a pro by now, but she giggled and he sort of laughed as they stepped into each others arms. They stayed that way for a long time.
Now I should describe BF a little bit. He’s a former marine, and he’s fucking built. Really muscular, handsome, square jawed. I could almost hear my wife’s pussy start gushing as she pressed her little lithe body against his strong one. She pulled away a bit and looked into his face, the heels putting her short frame on a much more even level. He kept his arms around her, and she had her hands on his shoulders.
“I missed you,” BF told my wife.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned his head toward her, and then she met him the rest of the way and they kissed. It was a long passionate, nice kiss, a little tongue, and it made me rock hard.
“You want a drink?” my wife asked, finally stepping back. I spoke up from the couch.
“He probably wants to take you right to our bed.”
My wife laughed and waved a hand at me. “He does not, don’t rush him.”
“No, I do,” he said. My wife giggled and blushed in a way I had never seen before. I knew she was so damn excited to get this dude’s cock inside her. I stood up, and BF came to me and shook my hand. “I’ll try not to hog her,” he said.
“I’m going to watch to start out,” I replied, which was a surprise to him and my wife. “I want you to do whatever you want to her. I’ll jump in when I can’t contain myself anymore.”
My wife came right to me, stepping between us two men and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me, a lot of passion in our kiss, but way more dirty. Our tongues danced together. We broke the kiss and hugged.
“I love you,” she told me.
“I know,” I said. I looked over her shoulder to BF, who was still standing right there, watching us. I pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her ass and that thong.
“What do you think?” I asked BF. He bit his lip.
“Damn,” he said. I put her dress right and Wife kissed me again and then turned. She took BFs hand and led him up the stairs to our bedroom. Stepping in she turned on the light, and pulled him to the foot of our bed. I grabbed a little arm chair we have in the corner and pulled it over to the bed and sat after pulling my pants off, so I was just in a tee and my boxers.
BF and my wife were embracing again, kissing, But BF was being respectful still, gentle, sweet, I could tell he was nervous, and I could tell my wife wanted him to just fucking smash, so I egged him on, to get him going. His arms were around her, but one hand was on her waist, and one on the small of her back.
“Feel her ass,” I told him. I heard my wife moan at the idea against BF’s mouth. The hand on the small of her back slid down and to her ass, over her dress. He squeezed her, and she opened her mouth to him, and I could see and hear their tongues dancing together.
“Under her dress. Squeeze her ass, dude,” I said. That got him going. He knew this was real, it was happening, and he was here to fuck. He went down and then back up with his hand, getting under the edge of her dress. His knuckles went white he was squeezing her ass so hard. My wife’s breathing became a bit labored with excitement. He moved his hand and then both of his hands were running up her body between them until they were at her breasts, and he groped her little tits through the dress and though I couldn’t quite see it since my chair was by the bed, and her back was to me, I saw my wife’s arm move and I knew she had gripped his cock through his pants, and I knew he had to be hard. I was holding my own cock, stroking up and down every now and then through the material of my boxers.
“You want him to spank you?” I called out, and they broke their kiss, and my wife turned to me. “Bend over the bed,” I told her, and she did so. BF didn’t waste any time, he pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her ass and that thong.
“Spank her hard. She likes it. Make her ass red.”
“Yes,” my wife moaned, and BF did so. He slapped her ass and my wife let her front half collapse onto the bed, and I saw her grip the comforter, and with her big round ass up in the air and her face down I could see half of a red hand mark glowing in her creamy, milkly flesh. He slapped her ass again, and my wife let out a little yelp. It spurred him on, and he slapped her ass again.
“You like that?” he asked her. “You like getting your fat ass spanked?”
“Yes,” my wife moaned as he spanked her again and again. With every hit she joleted forward, like she was getting pounded doggy style.
“What do you want?” I asked her as I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of her hair so she had to look at me.
“I want to see him,” my wife said, out of breath.
“His cock?”
“Yes.”
I let go of her hair and settled back in my chair again. “Show her your cock,” I told him.
BF had been rubbing her pussy while I talked with her, through her thong. “She’s so wet,” he said. I knew he was telling the truth about that. He stepped back as Wife turned and sat gingerly on her red ass on the end of the bed, and he kicked his shoes off and pulled off his socks before pulling his shirt up and over his head. He was ripped indeed, and my wife reached out and ran a hand over his abs.
Then BF was working on his pants, and he unbuttoned them and dropped them and his underwear in one go, so his long thick cock bobbed for a moment in her face. My wife reached forward and gripped him, and attacked him hungrily. I stood up long enough to undress completely and then sat back down, cock in hand as I watched BF grab the back of my wife’s head, guiding her to a pretty quick pace, working him orally so quickly that a nice spitty froth built up so each time he entered her mouth and her throat I could hear a wet smack the same way I would when I was pounding her pussy hard. (My wife gets really, really wet during sex. It’s a major turn on and something D has brought up multiple times since he fucked her. ‘Cant stop thinking about Wife’s wet pussy man, I want to lick that shit like candy’ was one text a month or so later.)
“How long has it been since you had that mouth?” I asked BF. He laughed.
“Too long.”
“she ever swallow your spunk back then?”
I knew the answer. When we had first started dating, my wife gave me a lot of head, and she swallwoed every time. She had told me she had never swallowed before.
“No, she always got me close then used her hand. It was hot watching my stuff run down her hand though.”
It was great, talking to BF about my wife while he absolutely used her face, the same way I knew we would both use her tight cunt before the night was over. She was still dressed, that silky black dress, those stockings, those heels. Her hands were on his hips, which had quickly started to move back and forth while he held her head still,
But BF didn’t work her mouth for long, instead he pulled away and pushed her back. SHe crawled up the bed a bit, looking to me with her hair now a mess and a wild look in her eyes. I saw that there was frothy spit all around her mouth, running down her chin and it drove me wild. She eyed my cock and smiled.
“Your turn,” she said. I hadn’t planned on getting involved yet, but I couldn’t resist. I got on the edge of the bed on my knees and leaned over my wife so she could suck me while I looked down and saw BF pushing her dress over her hips (she lifted her ass to help him as she took me almost to my balls) and bury his face between my wife’s legs. He didn’t remove her white thong, he just hooked a finger through it and held it to the side as he ran his tongue along her snatch. He ate her for a long while, and I fucked her mouth, and my wife was writhing with us, breathing heavily, her left hand squeezing my balls as she blew me, and her right holding his head still. I could tell she was close, and I know the tricks and moves she loves, so I pulled out of her mouth and moved down the bed.
“I gotta taste her,” I said, hoping that BF didn’t know I was replacing him to get the job done for Wife’s sake. He moved out of the way and moved up the bed, swinging one leg over her chest so his balls sat on the base of her neck and she could take him in his mouth again. I pulled the thong off completely and tossed it to the floor and then went to work on Wife’s pussy with my mouth. I sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy while I looked up her body so I could see her hands on her own tits, pulling her dress down there and twisting her nipples, and BF’s toned ass bucking as he worked her mouth again.
Soon she was coming and she must have moved her head to get BF’s cock out of her mouth because I heard her moaning my name as her body shook. I let her lay there for a minute, and BF moved off of her and ran his fingers down her chest so he could play with her tits.
“How long have you wanted to fuck this slut?” I asked him. His cock was hard and red and throbbing, covered in my wife’s spit. I lay on the bed, my own cock hard between the mattress and my stomach. I got up on my knees and watched as my wife spread her legs for me a little bit, and her hand grabbed BF’s cock and started working him up and down his shaft.
“A long time,” he said.
“You hear that slut?” I said to my wife. “He wants your pussy.”
“He can have it,” my wife said with a laugh.
“Hands and knees,” I said, and then we two men were putting our hands on her and helping her shift around. Soon she was just how we wanted her, on her hands and knees with her big ass in his face, and her my cock in hers. She took me in her mouth as he used his hand to guide himself in, and I have to tell you, neither of us lasted long like that.
BF was huffing and puffing soon, and he groaned as he pulled out of her wet pussy and jerked off on to her ass cheeks. He had a ton of cum, and it made me wonder when the last time he had come was. When he was done he lay down with a content sigh and I pulled out of her mouth and turned her sideways, using my hand just before I came to ass my spunk to his. We absolutely covered her ass. She went and cleaned up in the bathroom and BF and I lay on opposite ends of the bed, our cocks glistening, his with her pussy juice, mine with her spit.
When she came back in I mentioned i hadn’t even gotten to feel her legs much and she kicked off her heels and lay between us as we both ran our hands up and down her legs and all over her body. Her dress had remained on but now we took it off, and we lay there exploring my wife’s body while they talked about old sex adventures. A half hour after we had finished, BF had his fingers inside my wife, and this time he mad her come easily. By then we were hard again and I fucked her while she laid on her back and he worked her mouth. We kept her on her back this whole time, but we switched positions three or four times, and I knew my wife found it so hot to taste her own pussy when one of us would go from there to her mouth. We both ended up painting her face, kneeling on one side of her head and ejaculating at nearly the same time.
After this my wife went and showered, and then BF went, and then i Did. We all went down to watch some TV and drink a few beers. We got horny again after we were showing my wife some porn stars we liked through the browser on the Playstation and we sat with her in the middle and we just made out with her, turning her this way and that, me and him in underwear, and her in a long tee shirt and nothing else. we were all pretty well spent after an hour and a half of shenanigans so nothing more came from this than kissing and groping and light jerking and petting.
Getting tired, I asked BF if he was going to stay and he said yeah he should. My wife told him she’d get him some pillows and blankets or whatever but I spoke up and said our bed was big enough for all of us, she could sleep in the middle. That seemed to excite Wife a bit, and we went to bed. Lying in bed my wife and I kissed a bit and she told me what a great time she had and how lucky she felt to have husband interested in this. I told her get some pussy over sometime and she said she was interested in that too, and we went to bed.
I woke in the darkness to a shaking bed and hearing my wife and BF breathing hard. I rolled onto my back and peeked. It was pretty dark, but I could tell that Wife was riding him. If I had to guess it was three in the morning, or about that. They were trying to go slow but neither could contain themselves, and as I listened (and watched, but it was little more than just dark shadows in inky black) to them fuck I grew hard.
Before long BF was speaking in a hushed whisper. “I’m going to come,” he said.
“In me,” my wife said, shocking me a bit. She’s on the pill, but still that had been basically one of her only rules for D, and BF.
“Really?” he asked.
“I want you too,” she told him. Soon he did, and i could hear him grunt, and she giggled and I think she put a hand over his mouth. They lay together for a minute, her on him, and I could hear them kissing. Then she was moving off of him and she came to lay right next to me. She put her hand on my thigh under my blanket and moved it up to grip my hard cock.
“I knew you were awake,” she said. “Are you mad?”
“Do I feel mad?” I moaned as she started jerking me. I almost thought she was going to lightly cuck me like this and just use her hand, but then she was sliding onto my lap completely naked, and I could feel how wet she was as she lowered herself onto me, and I knew some of it was his cum and I could smell all the sex and it turned me on and she rode me until I came harder than I ever had, me gripping her tits tightly the whole time. She went into the bathroom and I lay there, and I knew BF was awake and had listened to us, but we didn’t speak. She came back, and I went back to bed.
When I woke up she was gone and BF was awake in our bed, and I could tell he was sort of stroking himself under the covers on his side of the bed. He apologized but I told him it was fine and showed him my own cock, which was rock hard. I’m always hard in the morning, like a lot of guys.
We went looking for my wife without bothering to dress, just two naked guys who had never met until the night before, our cocks hard. She was at the stove in the kitchen, wearing her tee shirt and cooking scrambled eggs and sausage for us. She turned and saw us and laughed.
“Should I just get on my knees?” she asked, and when BF nodded she took the pans off the heat and did just that. We went forward and stood next to one another while she sucked us off. I put my arm around his shoulders and he put his around mine and we stood like that, our free hands gripping her hair in turn as she went back and forth on us.
“I’m not sure I have any cum left,” I said. I hadn’t had so much sex in one night since my twenties.
“I know I do,” BF said and I laughed.
“You better swallow him,” I said, looking down to my wife as she sucked on his long cock. “You owe him.”
“I don’t owe him anything after last night,” my wife said as she turned her attention, and her mouth, to me, but that morning she ended up letting us both blast in her mouth, and she swallowed us both down.
After, we ate breakfast, showered, and BF went on his way. He and my wife stood at the front door for a long time saying goodbye. They kissed a lot before he finally left, then about half an hour later I ended up eating my wife’s pussy on the couch before we had to go pick up the kids.
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