He tapped nervously at his phone screen and checked the time again. Where were they? Part of him hoped they wouldn’t show up, and he could just spend a nice normal Saturday evening alone with his wife. But, he had finally convinced her to try this experience and, he had to admit, every time he thought about this evening’s plans it made his stomach knot up with excited energy.
After all, he had been the one to originally suggest this and, to his great surprise, Amy had said she would think about it. Then, a few weeks later whilst he was working, she unexpectedly sent him a message which simply read: “Okay, let’s do it”. They had then arranged it all online together, eventually finding a suitable young couple – Charlie and Ella – who were supposedly in an “open” relationship and were “looking for fun”.
They were going to come round, share a few drinks together, and then Amy was going to have sex with Charlie while he and Ella watched them. It seemed straightforward enough. Their profile made it clear that they had done this before and, whilst Ella was completely comfortable with sharing Charlie, she never participated herself and was purely coming along to watch.
“Maybe they had a change of heart?” he said. Amy smiled at him. “Relax. They’re only a few minutes late. I’m sure they’ll be here.” Was it possible that his wife was revelling slightly in his agitation? Having initially been hesitant about the whole idea, she had grown increasingly excitable over the last few days and this evening she had taken an abnormally long time getting herself ready. She looked completely stunning, he knew. Despite having her own very successful business she’d gone for a secretarial sort of look, with a white blouse, black pencil skirt and high heels.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and, jumping to her feet, Amy turned to him with a grin and said: “Remember – you wanted this. So don’t ruin everyone else’s evening by freaking out. I love you.” He felt nauseous.
Showing Charlie and Ella into the living room, Amy offered them each a glass of wine and made small talk. A year or two younger than they were, they were both surprisingly confident and relaxed, but Charlie particularly exuded a certain kind of self-assured charisma – it was that kind of magnetism you see in people who are truly at peace in their own skin. They all stood around sipping their wine, whilst Charlie openly ogled Amy. It was a strange feeling; this is what he wanted after all but, now it was all becoming tangible, and imminent, it made his nerves jangle with doubtful anxiety. He couldn’t really believe this was finally happening.
After a few more drinks, Charlie seized a lull in conversation and abruptly placed his wine glass down, saying: “Right then, shall we start the fun?” He smiled broadly and sat down in one of the big armchairs, spreading his legs confidently. Then he pointed at Amy and beckoned her over with his finger. She giggled and started walking towards him but he said “No” – his suddenly assertive tone stopping Amy dead. “On your knees.” Charlie softly commanded. She dutifully dipped to her knees, her slender legs pinned together by the tight pencil skirt she was wearing. She placed her hands on the carpet and slowly lifted her chin to look directly at Charlie. He could see something in her manner had changed now, like a switch had been flicked, and she was now gazing at Charlie with a sultry mixture of submission and hunger. Slowly she crawled towards him with her gaze locked on him. The way her bottom shifted from side to side as she crawled was intoxicating, even Ella was staring at it. She eventually reached Charlie’s feet and looked up at him from between his knees, awaiting his further instructions. Charlie obliged her by reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans, undoing his zip and then carefully extracting himself. This was moving faster than she expected, Charlie was basically fully erect already, and the exposure made him swell further. She thought she could see the blood pulsing in the meaty head of his cock as it unfurled itself, but maybe she was imagining it. She drank in the sight of him. Charlie was possibly an inch or so longer than her husband, but substantially thicker. He had cropped the hair on his balls close, so they appeared almost bare and she could see their outline clearly. Amy looked over her shoulder at her husband with wide eyes and smiled nervously. He looked back at her quietly and nodded. Amy turned her attention back to Charlie and took some time to admire his throbbing thickness; she imagined that he was aching to be touched. Amy wondered what his soft skin would feel like, and she was eagerly reaching up to slide her fingers around him when Charlie grabbed her hand, looked into her eyes and said firmly “No hands”. She gulped silently and then craned her head forwards into his crotch. Voluntarily, maybe subconsciously, she crossed her hands behind her back and held them there. She inhaled his musky scent deeply through her nose and then opened her mouth, drawing her wet tongue slowly across his soft warm balls.
He watched on nervously as his wife continued to spread her sticky saliva all over this stranger’s ball sack. He was inarguably aroused by the scene; the straining in his trousers attested to that. He glanced over at Ella who was watching on from the other sofa. Her upper cheeks were flushed red and between sips of wine she was softly biting her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the couple opposite. He watched as Amy traced her tongue down underneath Charlie’s scrotum, and then deftly took one of his heavy balls into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Charlie moaned as it popped out, and she worked to carefully claim the other one. With it in her mouth, she tugged down lightly with pursed lips, causing Charlie to gasp lightly and making his cock twitch with anticipation. He watched his wife withdraw and then position her mouth over the swollen head of this man’s fat cock. Then he saw her open wide, and he silently groaned as his wife finally bathed this stranger in her warmth. As Charlie growled his appreciation, he saw his wife wiggle her hips and her tight skirt rode up a little, exposing the tops of her black stockings, attached tautly over her smooth white thighs by a suspender belt he had bought for her birthday. He and Ella watched, transfixed, as Charlie took his hand and firmly held the back of Amy’s head. To their astonishment, her plump wet lips then slid down his full length, stopping only briefly as his tip reached the back of her throat, she gave a slight muffled choking sound, then continued down until her nose was squashed into his coarse black pubic hair. He heard her inhale deeply through her nose and gooey saliva oozed out the sides of her mouth onto his balls. Amy had never taken her husband down her throat like this, and he looked on jealously. Charlie groaned and held her head firmly in place, clearly enjoying the snug warmness of his wife’s mouth around his entire length. Then Charlie exhaled, releasing his hand and allowing Amy to slide herself gently off his engorged shaft, which then flopped back onto his abdomen, slick with the viscous fluid from her throat. Gasping for air, Amy looked up at Charlie intently. She looked round at her husband then and he saw that her eyeliner had started running, and that her lips and chin were smeared with that same sticky throat saliva. Her look had changed now to one of wanton hunger, and he found himself wondering if this was a good idea after all.
Charlie interrupted his reverie by saying: “Why don’t you make sure your wife is nice and wet for me?” Recognising this as a command intended for him, he stood up obediently and started moving towards them both. He glanced over at Ella who, like Amy, was utterly fixated on Charlie’s thick cock as it pulsed wetly in the air, begging for more attention. He got on his hands and knees and, slowly sliding Amy’s tight skirt higher up her bottom, saw that her wetness had seeped through her knickers. He pulled his wife’s panties down, exposing her plumped up, pink pussy lips and the mound of pubic hair that was just visible underneath her. She was already slick with anticipation, and a little strand of her thick juices lingered, staying momentarily connected with her knickers as he rolled them down her thick white thighs and off, over her stockings. “Don’t keep her waiting, mate” Charlie ordered. Resenting the familiarity, he buried his mouth hungrily in her wetness, tasting her sweet, slightly metallic taste as he thrust his tongue into her depths. Amy moaned loudly and, to his irritation, this spurred her on to take Charlie lustily back into her mouth. With renewed determination this time, she slid him into her throat without assistance from his strong hands and pushed her lips eagerly downward until she bottomed out with her chin gently squishing against his sticky ball sack. Charlie groaned.
Amy’s senses were overwhelmed. She loved being eaten out from behind, and so finally feeling a mouth on her throbbing impatient pussy was unbearably delicious, notwithstanding the lewd feeling of slutiness it gave her to have taken this impressive cock right into her throat. She felt her husband’s nose prodding her lips gently as his tongue flicked soft circles around her clit, and she groaned deeply around Charlie’s girth as saliva ran down her chin. Releasing him from her throat she struggled for air and now wanked his glistening shaft with her right hand, hoping he was enjoying himself too much to scold her disobedience. She looked up and saw Charlie’s head tip back blissfully as she started sucking gently at his balls again whilst stroking his length. Taking each into her mouth one by one, she pulled softly downwards and released them with a pop. Simultaneously, she bucked her hips backwards onto her husband’s slimy face. Charlie looked down into her eyes and said assertively: “I’m going to fuck you now”. As he was making himself comfortable leaning back in the armchair, Amy stole a glance back over her shoulder. Her husband’s wide-eyed face looked back at her nervously, his mouth and chin sloppy with her juices. Ella’s hand was lazily playing with her hard nipples over the top of her dress, as she stared at Amy’s exposed wet pussy. Then she slowly got to her feet and stepped forward, straddling Charlie’s lap and planting a knee down next to him. She stared at him as she reached down between their legs and directed his warm wet cock up, presenting it gently at the entrance to her pussy. She rubbed him backwards and forwards over her soaking wet lips, coating him in her sticky dampness. Finally, she pressed herself down onto his swollen cock head, and surprised them both with how quickly her lips parted and she engulfed his entire length.
Seeing his wife slide down the full length of Charlie’s fat cock was breathtaking. He had half expected her to check in with him again before taking this step, “Are you sure this is okay?” but she hadn’t done that. Instead, she’d just obeyed Charlie and was now slowly sliding up and down his pole in her black stockings and high heels. Each time she lifted herself upwards, he watched as her lips tightly gripped the sides of Charlie’s shaft. He couldn’t resist the urge any longer and he unbuttoned his trousers, taking out his own engorged dick and stroking it quickly. He looked over embarrassedly at Ella, who saw him masturbating and was staring at the precum which was already oozing liberally out of his tip as his hand shuffled up and down. Ella’s eyes momentarily caught his, and he couldn’t quite read her expression.A shared sense of shame perhaps, or maybe pity? There was a trace of desire too as she stared at his leaking dick. Then her gaze returned to the busy couple, and he noticed her slide her hand quietly down her trousers where she started playing with herself. He stroked his cock freely as he watched Amy’s thick, white, stockinged bottom bouncing up and down in another man’s lap; he listened to his wife moaning Charlie’s name as his heavy wet balls slapped up against her. Charlie’s hands then reached around and cupped Amy’s soft bum cheeks, his middle finger straying and teasing her little hole: “Have you ever had your bum fucked?” he asked her. Amy flushed and with a giggle stammered: “Uh, mhmm, maybe once or twice”. Charlie was looking at him now: “Come and prepare your wife’s arse for me”. He felt frozen but he walked autonomously over to the armchair and, kneeling at their feet, he inhaled the pungent smell of their intermingling sex. Up close he admired the sight of Charlie’s hard cock disappearing into his wife’s wet cunt over and over again. Doing as he was told, he dutifully started lapping his tongue gently at his wife’s anus as Charlie lewdly spread her cheeks apart. Amy moaned and started grinding down on Charlie in a way which forced her bum back onto her husband’s waiting mouth with each thrust.
Amy moaned and looked back over her shoulder, seeing her husband’s face buried in her backside. She thought she could see his hand moving furiously down between his legs, which reassured her that he was loving this as much as she was. Was she really going to let Charlie have anal sex with her? They hadn’t discussed that beforehand; she hadn’t imagined things would get so… heated. But at that moment the thought of it excited her beyond comprehension. Then she glanced over at Ella, who was now naked from the waist down, with both her feet cocked up on the seat of the sofa, and her open legs spread wide. Her right hand circled her clit whilst her left hand, reached underneath her, was lewdly fingering her pussy. Charlie said: “Okay that’s enough” but Amy, with a wicked idea flashing before her, said: “Wait, what about you?” She looked down over her shoulder at her husband, and said: “Don’t forget Charlie, babe” She slid off his length and pushed it backwards through her legs, pointing it directly at her husband’s face. He stared back up at her wide-eyed and aghast. Drunk with lust she commanded: “Make Charlie nice and wet for me… now!” For a moment she was worried she’d taken it too far, but then she watched as her husband slowly leaned forward and took Charlie’s dick into his mouth. She gazed down completely entranced by the sight of her husband sucking her pussy juices off her lover’s cock. Once she was satisfied that Charlie was nicely slick and she had proved her point, she waved her husband away and repositioned Charlie at the sloppy entrance to her backside. Exhaling slowly through her mouth, she tried to relax as he slowly eased the bulbous tip inside herself. Charlie was now moaning into her sweaty breasts as his throbbing cock disappeared slowly inside Amy’s snug hole. The intrusion was unusual but not unwelcome, and she gently rubbed her clit as she slowly adjusted to the new sensations.
Still reeling from the humiliating realisation of what his wife had made him do moments beforehand, he leered as Charlie began sensually screwing his wife’s anus inches from his face. The sight was so intense that there was nothing he could do apart from lean back and stroke himself off breathlessly. He looked round at Ella, who was also completely absorbed and was now rubbing herself hungrily. The moans he heard coming from his wife as Charlie began bottoming out were high-pitched and animalistic; she was completely uninhibited.
She rubbed her clit as Charlie’s hard cock slid briskly in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building quickly now and there was no stopping it. She looked over her shoulder and seeing how intently her husband and Ella were both masturbating over the sight of her arse being fucked, suddenly, her climax crested. She screamed out as her body contracted and convulsed on Charlie, over and over again. He continued to fuck her slowly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She grinded down on him hard and clutched the back of his neck with both her hands. When she finally came down, Charlie was still insistently fucking her and he had a pleading look in his eyes: “I’m going to cum” he breathed. “Cum on my face” Amy loudly blurted out, surprising herself and not bothering to check if her husband agreed. She slid herself off him and kneeled down on her haunches on the carpet by his feet. Charlie rose powerfully to his feet and inched forward so his hot shaft stood inches from Amy’s forehead. He looked down at her flushed face, and below her sweaty torso he saw her hands hurriedly rubbing her dripping wet cunt. “Shoot your hot cum all over my face, daddy”, Amy begged him. Charlie took hold of his straining cock and stroked it furiously, whilst Amy reached her free hand up to tug and squeeze at his tightening balls. Charlie looked straight across the room and stared into Ella’s eyes as he announced: “Here it comes. I’m cumming”. This sent Ella over the edge and she moaned out her own torrid climax whilst watching her husband preparing to unload on their pretty hostess. Charlie tensed and Amy felt his balls contract as the first rope of his creamy spunk jetted heavily onto her forehead. Wave after wave of hot musky goo coated her face as Charlie roared with pleasure. Gasping at the quantity, she opened her lips and tasted his salty sweet seed as it seeped into her mouth and ran in thick rivulets off her chin onto her heaving breasts.
Seeing how much his wife was enjoying getting drenched in Charlie’s hot cum, whilst rubbing herself lustily, was too much for him. “I’m cumming” he pointlessly announced to no one as his load flew in little bursts across the room, landing on the carpet behind his wife. Some of his spunk splashed onto the back her stockings, as he continued to rub himself off. Amy didn’t notice because Charlie was now hungrily easing his salty cockhead back between her cummy lips and into her warm waiting mouth. Grabbing the back of her head with a fistful of her damp sticky hair, he pushed himself insistently back down her throat as the last few spurts of semen oozed out of his softening length.
Amy’s hands, now speckled with the cum which had dripped down her body, rubbed her clit furiously through what must have been another orgasm. She moaned around the base of Charlie’s thick cock as her knees buckled and, finally withdrawing him, she gasped for breath and collapsed backwards, her hand still on her pussy.
He caught his wife as she fell, and looked up at Charlie’s triumphant grin as his twitching cock hung lazily downwards, dripping all over the carpet. “Wow,” he said “that was a lot of fun. Who’s for another glass of wine?”
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