[*Part One Here!*](https://www.reddit.com/user/ill_B_In_MyBunk/comments/ina4g3/threes_cumpany_1_mff_public/?ref=share&ref_source=link) **Here for the sex? Look for the XXX!**
I sat in the bathtub. The bubbles embraced my body. I kept reaching for the phone and then setting it back down on the rim. Even if I dropped it into the tub, my husband had gotten me the newest model. He was so sweet. I glanced into the bedroom and saw him nude, sprawled across the bed akimbo and drooling on our nice comforter.
I sighed. It was 12:45am. If I snapped a younger woman at this time of night, I knew exactly what it would be for. I had requested her on Snapchat and she accepted, but I had not sent a single message in twenty-four hours. I was worried she’d start thinking we weren’t interested. Like we hadn’t fantasized about how she watched us rut like animals on the beach while she stroked herself.
That had been a good, damn, trip. I played with a nipple. I pushed suds down so my nice floaty cleavage would be in the shot. She’d see it and I’d be like: “*Oh, these babies? Well that’s just how they always look!*”
I was getting a bit ahead of myself.
I raised the phone up over my head so my angle was as good as it could possibly be. I had my head mostly down. I glanced up into the camera with my eyes.
The pic was sexy. I’d fuck me. If I looked hard enough, I could just about make out my left nipple. I hoped she wouldn’t open it with people around.
“*Heyy you!*”
I erased the text. That sounded stupid.
“*Hey sexy…*”
Too forward. I erased again.
“*Heyyy*”
*What the fuck am I doing?* I thought. This was stupid. That incredible afternoon on the beach was perfect. Why did I need to complicate it? It was a stupid decision. I’m a mom. Moms didn’t sext cute Brazilians they’d met on the beach in a rainstorm.
I sent the message.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. Setting my phone down and sinking below the bubbles. It slid off the edge of the tub and all I heard was a terrible crash on the tile floor. I surfaced and zipped over the tub, reaching for it. My phone was alright. The case was really good. My hand was barely holding on to it because of how slick I was. I didn’t want to get it wet.
My husband stirred in the bedroom.
“Honey you good?” he mumbled into the comforter.
“Fine babe!” I replied. He would have been beside me in a second if I told him I’d just snapped Juli from the tub.
“Mmkay,” his sleepy voice replied, losing consciousness as he spoke.
I chuckled at him. I loved that man.
My phone buzzed and I immediately jumped in surprise. I dropped it straight into the bubbles.
“Fuck, no!” I gasped. My mind was telling me it was waterproof, but everything within me said I’d just bricked my Nokia and it was suddenly 1998. I fished it out from between my legs and hopped out of the tub without toweling off. I ran it under cool water in the sink and dried it with the beige hand towel that hung from the cheapest chrome-like rack they had at Home Depot.
The Snapchat ghost was hovering on my screen…menacingly. I exhaled as I slowly dragged the icon to the unlock section. It pulled up the app and I was greeted by two messages from JuliDarling92. Not only had she replied, she sent *two* snaps. One had a little play icon.
“Is that a video?” I wondered. I settled on opening the first one.
“Oh, I’m definitely in uncharted territory,” I whispered.
She was on a fuzzy rainbow comforter. Her room was lit by a single desk lamp. It was hard to see everything. The timer counted down from thirty. Sexy Juliana was wearing an *adorable* and expensive matching black lace bra and panty set. I’d looked at the same one, in a very different cup size, and couldn’t justify spending two-hundred bucks on something Chris would salivate over for all of three minutes before unceremoniously ripping it off me.
Seeing it on her, I got the appeal.
The message read: “*Wondered how long you were gonna keep me waiting.*”
I shivered. I decided to wrap a towel around myself. I put up my hair into a smaller one and marched quietly into the bedroom. I opened the next.
“**I can’t stop thinking—**” my phone’s speaker blared.
Chris stirred. I paused. He grumbled and turned away from the warm light flowing in from the bathroom door.
I popped in an Earpod and opened the message again.
“*I can’t stop thinking about last week,*” she whispered into my ear. She traced a finger down her chest.
I snapped a picture of my towel attire and made a cute winking face. I typed without thinking.
“*Me neither. Chris keeps talking about how much he liked spanking you.*”
I put my phone down and stood up. I ran the towel through my hair and walked back to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. Sure, my mom bod wasn’t what it once was, but I was pretty proud. I’d been running. My ass was in great shape. I wasn’t sure it could hold a candle to hers, but let’s see her after two kids.
My notification chimed in my ear. My heart skipped. It was like being in that sexy stage of early dating all over again. Except, it was better. I was doing it with Chris. She was like our little plaything. It was beyond hot.
I opened up her picture and spread my eyes wide.
“*He there?*” she asked.
Her panties were gone. She wasn’t touching herself, and I couldn’t see anything because of her sideways lean, but her bare hips were visible. Maybe opening with “*hey, sexy,*” wouldn’t have been too forward after all.
I didn’t think. Thinking would make me overanalyze. I just acted. I dropped my towel. I leaned over Chris and brought my teeth just over his ass. It was so cute. I had the urge to bite it. I held the pose and snapped.
I realized that my entire right boob was visible as I surveyed it and thought of what to write. It was not a bad angle for me. My tits didn’t look saggy. They looked nice. They looked *fucking huge!*” I was ninety percent sure I’d found the perfect naughty selfie angle for me. Honestly the sexy pic was so perfect, I sent it without any caption.
My phone buzzed literally seconds afterward.
“*Damnnnnnnn girl!*”
She had a hand under her bra and the strap off her shoulder.
My phone chirped again.
“*Fuck! Hope I have a body like that after I have kids!*”
She was biting her lip. One nipple was showing in a peek a boo over her bra.
My phone buzzed a third time.
***XXX***
“*Lick his ass. Wake him up.*”
Both straps were off her shoulders.
I thought about arguing, but he’d just showered. Plus, I knew what he liked. Healthy married sex means being open about your desires. I liked sex furniture. He liked me to lick him in dirty, taboo, places.
I pressed reply and held the phone out with a stiff arm as I extended my tongue. I stroked his balls and my husband’s dick woke up just before he did. He let out a sexy groan and a lustful word flowed out.
“Baby,” his fuckable grainy voice replied to my oral assault.
I released the record button and sent it before I could change my mind. I had just sent a woman who we’d known a grand total of thirty minutes, a video of me licking my husband in the nude. Who the hell was I?
He greeted me with a sexy smile and tugged me up for a kiss. I kept a hand on his cock and stroked as I slithered up to his side. I giggled nervously.
“Hey, so, I’ve got some pictures to show you,” I smiled, knowing I was about to make his week.
“Can we continue what you—*holy shit!*”
His mouth salivated as he saw Juliana in the same lingerie I had been greeted by. I showed him the rest and he started playing with my clit. My phone vibrated and I turned off my airpods so we could both hear. It was a video.
“*Holy fuck you’re a filthy woman,*” she giggled. Juli was obviously turned on as much as I was. “*You’re so BAD! It makes me want to be bad too.*”
She panned the camera down between her legs and we both opened our mouths in shock. Not only was she showing us her bare pussy, but a brilliant red jemplug was stuffed just beneath it. Poor Chris was frozen in place. He *really* liked those. Half the porn he watched had them. The video cut off just as she made two quick circles around her clit and then slipped a finger into herself.
It broke Chris. He just repeated, “*oh, my God,*” in utter disbelief over and over again. The poor guy had been born before the sexting revolution. Both of us had the thrill of trying to figure out what to send in return to a fucking *legendary* nude as we nervously giggled.
“I’ll film you,” he nodded, sounding like a 1940s set director. “You get down on your knees and suck me off.”
I smirked. This was so stupid. I knew not to post videos like this on the internet. Then again, if anyone ever tried to blackmail us, I’d say, “Release em, bitch. I can sue you. It’s with my husband, and we look damn good.”
He scooted to the edge of the bed and I started sucking. He groaned in thanks. After a few seconds he put the phone aside.
“Wait, wait!” he interrupted me.
I slid him out of my mouth and smiled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“What if we make it a little more exciting. Start with just my dick in the shot. Then you pump me a couple of times and turn it into one of your deep throats.”
“Ok, Mr. Director,” I laughed. “Roll camera.”
Truly jumping into the role, he picked the phone back up and focused on his dick which was looking its meatiest.
“Action!” he jokingly called out.
I let it roll for a moment, then leaned in and smacked his dick to my face while I looked up at him, holding eye contact. I’d seen it in porn, what can I say? Then, I really gave it my all. I did my best impression of a tornado and took him all the way back over and over, faster than I’d ever tried before. His moans were real. He sounded like a gym full of body builders as he grunted and sputtered, caught off guard by my relentless assault.
He tossed the phone aside and I kept sucking.
Chris groaned. He grabbed my bath-soaked hair and pumped his hips against my face. He was being rougher than usual. I slipped a hand between my legs. I was drenched. It was no wonder. Our naughty chat was thrilling. I felt like a teenager again.
“Holy shit, babe,” he moaned.
I pulled him out of my mouth.
“Don’t come yet, alright? We need to be able—”
Who *was* this man? He took two handfuls of my hair and thrust against my closed lips until his dick forced its way inside. He was hammering me. My eyes started to water. It wasn’t our style. Why was it so hot?
My phone buzzed and he opened it. His jaw fell open. I jumped up beside him and kept working his dick. Juli was finger fucking herself. She pressed against her jemplug with her other hand and leaned back. Her bra was gone, and her tits were bouncing as she thrusted with powerful strokes. She let out a high squealing moan that made me remember my younger days. I didn’t remember dropping a hand between my legs, but there I was, playing with myself.
Chris flipped me onto the bed. He pulled me up onto all fours. I loved this side of him. He played with my nipples for a moment and then drew his right hand back to smack my ass with almost as much force as he’d used on Juli last week. I let out a squeal, followed by a giggle. It stung. It was way too hard. I was sure he’d left a handprint on my ass.
“Spank me, baby,” I whispered.
I surreptitiously extended my phone and managed to find a good angle as he raised his palm again. It began recording just as he slapped me. My moan was real. I wasn’t acting. I felt his dick rubbing against my clit and felt like I was about to lose my mind. I had no free hands to direct him in. I hoped he’d do it himself. I wanted Juli to see him penetrate me. For that matter, I wanted to see the video too. I saw him take a hand and slide his dick along my folds. I let out a lustful chuckle as he caressed my clit with it.
The video was half done. I needed to spur him on.
“Fuck me, baby!” I pleaded.
Holy shit, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. He slammed into my pussy like a monster. I felt like a captive as he pressed my back to the bed and drove himself into me. My ass was high in the air and my face was low. He fucked me *good*. He had a perfectly average sized dick, but by God his control with it was so fucking sexy. He could ram me wherever and however I liked. As we’d grown more adventurous, I’d wanted it in different ways. The word no wasn’t in Chris’s vocabulary. If it was a particularly exotic pose, the worst I’d hear was—“let’s give it a shot!”
I had no idea if either of us were still in frame. I was moaning like an animal. I was lost. He was hitting my g-spot perfectly and rubbing my clit with his other hand. He slowed down. He spoke up.
“Holy shit you were filming that?”
I turned back to him over my shoulder.
“That a problem? Thought I’d send it to Juli and see what that cute little thing sends back.”
He was excited. I don’t think either of us knew what to expect, but we spooned with him on the outside and watched the replay. It started on a close-up of my face, but then quickly panned out to a surprisingly good shot of Chris.
“Damn, babe!” I giggled. “You look fucking sexy from that angle.”
I felt his dick slide along my pussy. I held it against my clit and bit my lip. I loved the flirty strokes before penetration.
“Thanks!” he whispered, nibbling my ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
I put down the phone. I turned over and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him sweetly. It was easy to forget in times like these, just why I married Chris. Yes, we were both undergoing a sexual revolution, but he was caring too. I didn’t recall throwing my thigh over his hips, but before I knew it, I’d mounted him. He pushed deep within me and I sat up. We kept watching the video.
When he started pounding me on the snap video, I squeezed his dick. I shimmied slightly. His eyes rolled back, and he laughed.
“Yeah, you like that, babe?” I asked.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he returned.
I kept doing slight twerks with my hips and the video became shakier. I managed to keep us both in frame, but all that could be heard was my unsimulated overly-sexual moaning. That was when I started to lose it. My phone was near my face. It would be *so loud* on the recording. Sending that would be the sluttiest thing I’d ever sent over the internet. Before I did, I clicked the save button. I wanted to have that around for days when Chris was at work. I sent the video to Juli and threw the phone down. I was so close. I needed to finish. Sexting was so fucking hot. Why hadn’t we done this before?
He pulled my hips up slightly and forced me to hover under his dick. Then, he angled his legs just right and began to slam up into me. At first it was just slow thrusts, then he found his rhythm. It was so fast I heard my ass clap with each thrust. I let out quick little exhales that commingled with my moans.
“Chris!” I cried out. I grabbed his chest with one hand and reached behind my ass with the other. I started to brush my fingertips against his balls whenever they’d meet my ass. He groaned with a loud “*fuck!*” He liked it too.
Hearing him scream out was too much. I began to spasm and he absolutely impaled me on the entirety of his cock, raising me into the air. I didn’t know I could moan like that. I reached down by necessity and began pumping my clit in rapid strokes. It was a quick orgasm, but very satisfying. His face was red. He was holding out. We both knew it was a bad time of the month to be finishing inside. What a responsible man. What a trooper. I thought he deserved a reward.
I hopped off the bed and dropped to my knees. He scooted to the edge of the bed, understanding my intent in a wordless exchange, and I sucked him. He was already starting to finish. I pulled him out of my mouth and leaned my head back as I opened my mouth wide. I pumped him like a shake-weight instructor, and he gushed all over me. Most of it was aimed into my mouth, but some came flying across my cheek. A droplet or two splashed against my forehead. Several dribbled across my chin at the end. Just as he was almost done, I took him deep into my throat.
I think he died and went to orgasmic heaven.
His moans raised in frequency and intensity. I felt a shot of his load fire into my throat. I didn’t know he had it in him. I was converting my mild-mannered husband, the same one who wore convertible long/short pants—or shants as I called them, into a goddamn pornstar. I was so proud of him when I looked up. Immediately after he finished, he must have grabbed my phone. I was still sucking but made eye contact with the camera. I was a hundred percent sure that was sexy. As I let his squeaky cleaned flaccid dick loose with a sucking pop, I did something girls in porn always did. I opened my mouth wide and showed the mess he’d made to the camera. He giggled like a dumbass college student.
This wasn’t who we were, but maybe Juli was revealing some kinks that were hiding below the surface. One thing was sure, we both loved showing off for her. I closed my mouth and swallowed his load.
“Haha, what?” he laughed in disbelief. I never swallowed. I mean, I did when we were dating, but why? It tasted pretty gross. That said, if we were literally making porn videos, I knew it looked hot. I opened my mouth and revealed a whole lot of nothing.
He giggled over and over. I’d turned my husband into a bumbling idiot. He liked having a kinky wife. Truly, I loved being kinky for him. It was exciting for me. I was even more excited to be sending videos like this to Juli. Chris passed me my towel. I thought of asking for a tissue instead, but he had made quite an artistic impression on my face. I laughed and toweled off. I stood up and smiled, opening my eyes.
“How was that, baby?” I breathed.
I gasped as he spun me about and shoved me back onto the bed. He was taking charge, big time. He shoved my legs up toward my head and licked in tight swirls all the way down my crotch. He was gentle. The tease was mind blowing. I screamed out his name.
“Fuck, Chris!”
He pulled away from my pussy and handed me the phone.
“Get ready to film yourself,” he ordered.
How was I to argue with a demand from the man who I’d awoken in more ways than one. Just as I began the video, my snapchat notification popped up. I didn’t have to call Chris. He slipped a pair of fingers from his right hand into my pussy and a third pressed against a different hole entirely. He pressed inward slowly. I didn’t fight him off. I was impressed by his taking the initiative.
“Holy shit!” “*Fuck!*” we both said atop one another.
Our mouths hung open in wanton sexual desire as the video played. Juli must have had her phone on a mount because of how it shook due to her actions. She was pumping in and out of her pussy and ass with two large skin-colored dildos. They were both slick with lube and her face was ecstatic. It was then we realized that we might be her pets, not the other way around. The video was long. It kept playing and Chris actually bent down to suck my nipple instead of watching. I wanted to wait until it was over. I wanted his mouth to lick me until I screamed, but I was getting close. Seeing her absolutely ravage herself with slow deliberate strokes was insanely hot. I’d only rarely thought about getting double-penetrated. I had fantasies once upon a time, but I knew Chris would never go for a MFM threesome. That said, silicone was a thing. *Maybe Juli could fuck me while Chris—*
“Holy fuck!” I stuttered, dragging the word as I came for Chris with an assist from Juli. He finger-fucked me harder and suddenly was sucking my clit into his mouth. I screamed out and Chris reached over. He slammed a pillow over my face. I held it tight. I screeched into it, pressing through the best orgasm I’d had in years. I never would have thought I’d be thinking the thoughts that were shooting through my mind, but they got me impossibly excited.
I had the presence of mind to pick up the phone and video Chris eating me out and pumping into my holes. I wanted Juli to see it. I wanted her to get off on it. I was still writhing and squealing as his sexual technique dominated my senses. I felt like I was being raptured. My soul left my body. I tried to hold the phone steady as I gnawed the pillow beside me in sexual overload.
It was the longest orgasm I had ever experienced. As the video timed out, I was still spasming. Chris was laughing at me. I recognized it. He had a specific naughty chuckle when I did something sexually unexpected. The first time I heard it was when I unzipped his pants in the driveway after we went to see Les Miserables. The second time was when I lifted my nightgown and sat on his dick while our thirteen-month-old watched cartoons.
Now, I was sure he was just as surprised as I was five minutes into the orgasm. It had to stop sooner or later. I was wrong.
I just kept spasming. I was going to wake the kids. I really needed to stop. It was intensifying. I felt a heat building in my pussy, and I knew what was coming. I hadn’t done it in a very long time. I’d never done it with Chris.
“Oh, my God, baby!” I whispered in a lusty desperation. “Chris—don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna—fuck!”
He raised his face a bit in preparation and dragged the towel under my hips. I loved that man.
I sprayed his chest and he let out a crazy-sexy, “Fuck yeah, Vi, do it!”
I was glad our kids slept with white noise machines. I wondered if the volume was up high enough. I was howling into the pillow, utterly lost, and then I felt him pull out suddenly. I sighed.
It had to end sometime.
Then, it didn’t.
He slipped into me and started fucking—me—raw. It was impossible to describe. I was seeing prophetic visions. I was among the eternals. I wasn’t in my body. I watched us fucking and didn’t recognize the two sexual tyrannosaurs pounding one another and moaning like animals. This was not a married couple’s sex life. This was something out of porn. Married people didn’t *have* orgasms this good. We were in our late thirties and early forties respectively. I was never this good in college. He was a fucking god, literally.
He crouched on his knees, lifted my hips into his lap, and used leverage to hammer me with all the force he could. The sound of our hips thundering together was like a round of applause. We’d never fucked that roughly.
I was moaning like a whore and we were both sweating even though it was pleasantly cool in our home.
“Baby!” I screamed. He pressed the pillow to my face. The sensory deprivation was erotic. I couldn’t believe it. There was no way. “Fuckfuckfuck, Chris!”
I came again. I slammed my hips into his and wanted to worship him. I wanted to have his babies. I already had. Never mind, I decided to stick to worship. He was crying out, trying to stifle his orgasmic groans as he pulled out.
Chris had never been a powerful orgasmic buster. He had respectable-sized loads. They were *clearly* functional, as our two children had been conceived without issue, but this one. Oh my God, this cumshot. I’d once seen a blowjob video that Chris and I watched together. I laughed because of the utterly ridiculous volume that the woman was sprayed by at the end.
“*Like that would ever happen!*” I giggled as I sucked his cock afterward.
This one though…My husband, Chris, had ascended. With this orgasm, he had secured his place firmly and immovably as the best fuck I could ever imagine. From my hips, his first shot caught me in the cheek and neck. His second sprayed directly into my mouth as I started to laugh at the gunshot-like velocity. The third and fourth sputtered a shower across my tits, and I pressed them together for all the remaining spasms and twitches.
“You like coming on my tits?” I asked, jiggling the soaked beauties for him.
I’d just sucked his dick. He’d just eaten me out, but we were both so in love, so horny, that we kissed each other. We were enraptured. There was no one else, in the whole world, who I would leave him for. He was it.
We broke apart and touched our perspiring foreheads together. We laughed.
“That was—”
“*The best, yeah*,” I finished. “That was *the best* sex I’ve ever had.”
“Nothing even close,” he returned.
“Not even a little,” I giggled, kissing him again.
I looked down.
“Oh, my God!” I smiled like an excited kid. “Look at this shit, Chris!”
I leaned down to kiss his deflated dick. I grabbed it in my hand and gave it a wobble.
“Look at this beautiful mother fucker,” I giggled. “He’s my friend. He’s the best dick in the whole world.”
My husband glowed with excitement. Ladies, if you want to make your husband’s whole year, say something nice about his cock. He will relish it for months. He had the silliest grin on his face. I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him again.
“How are we this happy?” He smirked. “We’ve been married eleven years.”
“I pushed two kids through my poor kitty,” I added. “And you still seem to like it.”
“Seem to?” he asked. “**Seem to?**”
“Haha, stop it!” I laughed as he stroked me. It was too much. My pussy wasn’t invincible.
“This pussy is warm. She fits my downstairs bestie perfectly—”
“*Did you just call it your downstairs bestie?*”
“Shut up,” he chuckled. “I’m reciting an ode to your vagina.”
“Oh my God!” I kept laughing. “Downstairs bestie. I’m never letting you live that one down.”
“You’re a little asshole, you know that?” he asked, climbing atop me and holding my wrists to the bed.
My exhausted kitty began to purr.
“Am I?” I asked with a demure whisper. “Am I bad?”
Chris laughed. It was a low, hungry, chuckle.
“Jesus H. Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“We’ve never been this horny,” I laughed.
“Ever!” he added.
“Even when we were in college!” I giggled.
Two sounds echoed out. One was exciting. One was frustrating—at that particular moment.
My snapchat notification came through. Chris smirked, but couldn’t fully smile.
“Ask her to send us the videos. I want those,” he ordered.
I nodded and walked to the bathroom. Chris threw on a pair of boxers. As I shut the door, I heard his dad voice. It was low and caring. He acted like he’d been sleeping.
“*Hey Gracie,*” I heard him say. “*What’s up, sweetie?*”
“*I heard a ghost!*” Gracie exclaimed.
I began to giggle softly as I slipped back into the slightly warm bathtub. There were no suds left. I washed the Pollock painting of sperm from my chest and spurted a new droplet of body wash onto my loofah.
I exhaled with a wide smile. I’d sleep well that night. I opened my phone and Juli’s glistening body greeted me. She was nude and had the exact same smile I did.
“*Fuckn crazy. Never came so hard. You HAVE to let him do that to me.*”
I spread my eyes wide. How had I not thought of that as the logical end? He was the only man in the world for me, but what if Juli was a loophole? I’d always fantasized about being taken by a pair of hard cocks, but—what if one wasn’t attached to a man? My heart was beating faster. I could have my cake and eat it too.
I was breathing quickly. I was so excited. There’s no way it could be that perfect. I’d have to ask Chris first. Of course, it wasn’t really a question. If I told him he might get to fuck me while Juli takes my ass, or vice-versa, he’d probably need a helmet as he independently blasted off to space for joy.
Was I okay with him eating her out? I suppose I couldn’t take issue with it, given my request. I exhaled and cracked my neck. I took an aerial photo of my entire naked body in the tub. It was pretty sexy. I typed a short message along with it.
“*Fuck yeah! When? Let’s do it.*”
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