I started chatting up with K. after he positively commented on one of my stories. His own writings hit the spot for me. The major difference was that more of his tales were non-fiction taken from his experience, on his own or with his (lovely) wife, A.
We hit it off and our discussions revealed we had a lot in common, in our taste in women, fantasies or sexual practices. The few pictures of A he shared publicly were a delight, and I let him know. The conversation was always polite and respectful, not (just) a couple of bros drooling on boobs pictures ; there was a mutual understanding of what made us tick and our vision of a playful sexuality. We both had a little lifestyle experience and tried MFM threesomes, we liked to watch and he especially loved to watch A. I certainly couldn’t blame him! He confided that he would love to watch her with another man without being in the room. The old saying “my wife is my favorite pornstar” was perfectly fitting.
At some point, he forwarded my compliments to A who came up to thank me and we ended up having a three-party group chat for a while. The mood was chilled and a kind of naughty friendship developed. We had a lot of fun until a late night facetime turned into a very hot show ending up with me cumming live on A’s command while K was fucking her. Her bright smile and delighted look as I was making a mess of myself might have been hotter than the live sex I just witnessed.
I joked that we should do this again and there was a pause in the chat. I thought I had pushed my luck too far when K answered : “Definitely but maybe without the camera next time.”
I blinked. Did he just suggested a threesome? A cleared the air immediately : “Yeah, I kind of need to see that cock for real now. You won’t leave a lady frustrated will you?”
I realised they weren’t joking. I suddenly was feeling less cocky but certainly not ready to back off. I was in. We set out a date at the end of the week, leaving me a little time to make arrangements as I wasn’t living really close. During that time, I had a couple of chats aside with K as I really didn’t want to cross any lines and was focused on making the experience enjoyable for everybody.
“Don’t worry ; A takes no shit and she knows what she wants! Whatever happens, just follow her lead and you’ll be fine”, he said. Well, as far as guidelines went, that was pretty simple!
The day came and we decided to meet for drinks in a public place. I saw them wave and they welcomed me with accolades and a big smile. A was quite a sight, dolled up just enough, wearing a plaid skirt and white shirt, looking really sexy without being out of line. I complimented her on her outfit.
– You like it? she said with a little mock “ta-daa!” gesture.
– Love it! Just one small step away from slutty!
She pursed her lips and punched my upper arm in fake anger.
– Cheeky bastard!
– And does the carpet match the curtains? I said mocking the typical douchebag line.
– You’ll never know ; the floor’s been waxed, she answered raising her eyebrows.
I blinked at the rapid-fire comeback. She was something! We all laughed. Any ice left was definitely broken. She grabbed us both by the arm and we went for drinks.
The evening drew on. As a matter of fact, sex stayed completely out of the conversation and nobody seemed to complain. It was fun and I was just plainly having a good time. At some point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. A came into the narrow corridor as I exited the men’s room. With a glint of mayhem in her eye, she brushed really too close to me, puffing up her chest and looking dead into my eyes with a devilish smile. She had gorgeous breasts, which she already knew I loved, and a couple of extra buttons had popped up while I was away. She took her time and stopped.
– Are you in a rush?
– Why, did you plan to take me somewhere?
– I wanted to check something…
As she spoke, her fingers brushed then closed over my crotch. I was already semi-hard just by having her so close to me.
– …and I wanted to send K a little gift. Come on.
She took my hand and drew me in the ladies room. I almost protested but thankfully it was empty. She handed me her phone, camera app opened, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I got the gist and took pictures in the bathroom’s mirror. We didn’t kiss, though she playfully nibbled a little at my neck, and I boldly pulled her skirt up, brushing the tip of my fingers over her cheeks and revealing a very nice and very small thong. She slid a hand over my crotch again, rubbing my rock hard erection, and I snapped a couple of shots, feeling her breath down my neck. She took back the phone, pulled my head into her cleavage and snapped a selfie. Her scent sent my head spinning.
– Thanks, she said already texting, he’s gonna love that!
She got a few inches from my face and rubbed a hand on my stiff cock again.
– Now go back there. I’m gonna freshen up and I like the idea of you going back there trying to hide that boner.
That she-devil!
– You’ll pay for that, Lady!
– We’ll see, she said with a wink.
I got quite a glare from a woman as I exited the ladies room and took the little walk of shame back to our table trying to quiet down the war raging in the lower portion of my body. K was checking his phone with a huge grin on his face.
– I take you followed her lead as advised?
– Hell, can you say no to that woman?
We were still laughing when A came back with a smirk on her face indicating that she perfectly knew what she was doing and was enjoying it a lot.
– It’s getting late. Why don’t we take this party home?
None of us objected and we soon found ourselves in their living room, picking up music and popping drinks in the dimmed lightings. We weren’t drunk but I could feel just the right buzz settling in, and A’s cheeks got a little colored too.
– If you gents want to give me a minute, I’d really like to get comfortable.
My heart skipped a beat when she came back barefoot wearing only her thong and a tank top with no bra. Her nipples were poking and considering the warm temperatures I was pretty sure she worked that detail on purpose. She cuddled between us on the couch and the conversation went on like nothing was out of the ordinary. K excused himself to the bathroom and A got closer.
– I think he really liked the pictures, she said grinning.
– I think so! And I loved helping!
– Maybe we should we give him another round? I’m pretty sure he’s already watching us.
– Well, we talked about skipping the camera, right?
We kissed. Very softly at first but her tongue slithered into my mouth and lust quickly took over. She moaned when my hand went from her hip to her breast and gently squeezed, playing with her poking nipple through the fabric. I kissed her neck, pulling at her tank top before letting my finger slide between her thighs. She cursed as I rubbed a finger over her soaked thong.
– Don’t stop…
In one swift move, she pulled her top over her head and threw it across the room. I didn’t waste any time and dove between her beautiful breasts, my hand still working between her legs. She was now breathing harder as I sucked on her tits while pulling her thong aside and sliding a finger inside her. She stopped me and pulled me for a kiss.
– Stand up.
I obeyed and immediately took my shirt off as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans. She bit her lip and smiled at me when my penis popped free and I blurted “oh shit” when she took me in her mouth, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my cock. K wrote about her oral skills but words couldn’t do her proprer justice. She stopped and firmly jerked me off, ensuring I was rock hard.
– Sit down. Let’s give him a proper show, she whispered.
She kneeled down on the couch next to me, her heavy breasts weighing against my thigh and I lost track of time, probably halfway to heaven. I moaned, cursed, called God and her own sounds were telling me that she was enjoying that moment too : pleasing me but completely in control, keeping me on the edge and loving to feel me twitch between her fingers. I extended a hand and rubbed her pussy through her drenched thong. She moaned again and deepthroated me, cupping my balls, and getting another string of cursing out of me. K finally appeared, smiling from one ear to the other.
– Looks like I almost missed the party!
– It’s just starting, man, I said with a smile.
– Enough talk, said A in firm voice. Take your clothes off and sit down.
K didn’t need to be asked twice and I took advantage of the moment to push A on her back and get down on her. Not only did I need the break, I really wanted to reciprocate the royal treatement she gratified me with. She wiggled out of her thong and tossed it to K as I sucked down her neck. I kissed, licked, sucked and squeezed her tits before my mouth went lower and pretty soon had her thighs clenched around my head. I ate her out as she looked straight into K’s eyes, her fingers clawing at my hair, bringing her close to the edge. K was rock hard and smiling widely to the woman of his life getting close to climax under my tongue.
Once again, she stopped me right on the verge of orgasm and grabbed a condom from a little box under the coffee table. I quickly put it on before she straddled me. She eased herself with few soft moves and waved up and down for a while. Bit by bit, she picked up speed until she was riding me like a bronco, her neck craned towards her husband, who has his stiff cock in one hand and her thong in the other. She cursed again when I grabbed her ass and fucked her from under. I felt her nails claw into my shoulders. She giggled when I stopped and gave my ear a little bite before whispering : “Time to bring him in”.
She pulled off and crawled on her fours on the floor, looking straight into K’s eyes. I took hold of her hips and entered her slowly, quickly switching to deep faster strokes. K was all smiles, apparently not in a rush.
– Will my husband bring his big dick here, pretty please? she moaned.
K finally join us. I slowed down a little as he rose her chin to kiss her. It was strangely sweet to see them smile and kiss that way while I was still busy pounding A on the living room floor! She grabbed his cock and proceeded to blow him with a passion I rarely saw in a woman. Her breath increasingly grew faster.
– Shit, he’s gonna make me cum…
Like a signal, K’s hands tightened in her hair as he pushed himself deeper in her mouth and I slammed faster into her. I felt her pussy clench when she came, moaning on K’s cock. We both pulled out, letting her finding her wind back, her body shivering, but she wasn’t done by a far cry. She pushed K towards the couch, kissing him deeply, and proceded to ride him savagely, now completely oblivious to my presence. I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I took the backseat, letting the pressure drop and enjoying the show, until she looked in my direction.
– What are you doing? Get your cock over here, Mister!
I enjoyed her sweet lips once again, standing on the couch as she bounced over K before we spitroast her again. It was getting really difficult to hold it and I could tell by K’s expression that he was getting close too. I told her so and she ordered us to stand up. She just went to town on us, hands and mouth ; she wasn’t in control anymore, she just wanted to make us cum. I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded on her face and neck. K lost it a few seconds later, covering her face and hair in cum. She didn’t let us go, still jerking off our softening cocks, licking off the last drops of cum and tasting us on her fingers. She clicked her tongue.
– Someone’s been drinking his pineapple juice!
I had just enough air left to laugh once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ptbl0t/our_friends_in_the_great_white_north_fiction_mfm