My wife was sitting up on the couch, her low-rise jeans dangling off her legs as her hands pushed my friend’s eager mouth deeper into the source of her pleasure.
With her loud, breathy moans filling the room and her eyes clenched tight in ecstasy, I quickly took up a better position to watch the scene.
My buddy was kneeling in front of her, his pants unbuttoned and his head wrapped in her grinding thighs.
I could not believe how horny I was!
Apparently, the wine and shots at the club had loosened both my wife’s inhibitions — and her hips.
She lustily bit her bottom lip, rhythmically swaying as he sated his voracious appetite, bringing her to the brink of climax.
Then, without warning, her eyes popped open as she let out a brief squeal of relief as the warm wave of passion’s peak passed over her.
My friend straightened up, and got a good look as my wife unburdened herself of her blouse and bra.
When she unclasped her firm C-cups, he pounced on them like a monkey on a cupcake.
Now, my wife doesn’t have the biggest boobs on earth, but they’re the nicest.
Her pert, erect nipples are made for a man’s tongue but it’s the soft white expanse of skin that really gets you going. Her skin is perfect, unblemished but for a tiny brown mole nestled in her cleavage.
It was this skin my friend massaged with his lips and tongue, licking out a slow rhythm of kisses while kneading his hand along her love mound.
In moments, her breathing quickened and she whispered ‘Get it out! I want to feel it’
She reached down to his pants and unzipped them, then plunged both hands past his treasure trail to seek the hidden valuables.
They cooed in unison when she found the precious cargo. He jolted as she dug deeper, preparing to unwrap the early Christmas present.
His neck arched as she wrestled him to the floor, shimmying his pants down to his ankles.
Now, with him helpless on the floor beneath her, she pulled his love sword from it’s cotton boxer scabbard.
Meanwhile from my perch behind a loveseat, I was in danger of having a heart attack!
My desire strained against my pants, my breathing was heavy and labored, and my mind was racing. I had never been so turned on. Now, I was wondering how to go from the bench — to the starting lineup!
As I inched forward from my hiding spot, my wife and my friend combined to form some sort of moaning, sweaty, gyrating love beast. As their bodies gnashed and thrashed, I slowly raised my hands towards my wife’s hips as they drummed away to a beat only her passion could hear …
As my cold hands slid up her thigh, she merely leaned back and kissed me, long, wet and hard.
She reached her hand to the back of my neck and squeezed my lips to hers. Then she went rigid and bit my lip before releasing me as her orgasm flushed the blood from her face.
‘Now it’s your turn,’ she said. ‘I want you both. Now.’
I almost shot my load right there! Here was my beautiful wife, begging to have two men ravishing her in an erotic hurricane. How could she still be horny after taking everything my amigo could put in her? She was covered in sweat — and more — but there she was, stroking my love muscle and caressing my mcnuggets while suckling tenderly at my chest.
I was dumbstruck, unable to speak.
Thinking I was unwilling, my hot new slut of a wife spread her legs and lay on her back, one hand twirling my friend’s marbles like a tennis pro on a rain delay.
Only half conscious after being wrung out like an old dishrag, my college chum groaned sleepily. His Oscar Mayer, on the other hand, nodded approval in my wife’s direction.
Staring, mouth still agape, I slowly clued in. Like Alice, I blindingly stumbled towards my wife’s eager rabbit hole. And in the manner of Lewis Carroll’s heroine, I ate the delectable treat offered to me, and you bet it made me grow!
I couldn’t have been hungrier for my wife’s peach if it had been Ramadan and I hadn’t eaten for a month. I closed my eyes and pictured her mounting my buddy on the floor moments earlier. As I tasted her ecstasy flowing from her legs, I heard her moaning muffled, like she was eating something.
With my throbbing member about to burst, I rose from her ocean of passion and saw what silenced my little mynx. As she performed her grace note on my friend, he stiffened and swore aloud.
Without hesitation, I entered my saucy spouse’s sexual hacienda as she raised her heels to my head and purred like a very horny kitten.
With my head thrown back in relief and my hips pounding out a tribal beat, I saw my buddy begin massaging her breasts and delivering long wet kisses to her ears and neck. Our discordant overtures had my wife singing, although she looked ready for the final act.
Knowing it would push her over the top, I gently drove my love mustang back and forth into and out of her wet, gaping garage of passion. While I did that, I had my friend lick her collar and massage her lust button with his hand.
The added stimulation caused the tide to come in as my wife’s body undulated with wave after wave of uncontrollable, sated orgasm.
The three of us then sandwiched onto the couch, lazily stroking and kissing until it was time for sleep. When my wife and I rose the next morning, the only evidence my buddy was there was a very satisfied married couple and a note.
It said ‘Thanks. See you soon?’
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sjc159/for_my_viewing_pleasure_mf_threesome