The day I met Mike’s wife [MFM, MMF]

It had been about 2 months since I had met Mike (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzsot9/the_day_i_met_mike_mm_straight_soft/), and I was to travel to Calgary for 3 days the following week.
I didn’t have any plans beside work, and although our encounter led to the unexpected, I thought I would text him and maybe go grab a few beers.
Seconds later, we were set.
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As I was showering, I was thinking about his beautiful wife, that I was about to meet over dinner. Post nut clarity brought me back to reality: I wasn’t going to fuck Mike’s wife tonight.
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Catherine answered the door. Imagine Chelsea Handler in a very sexy, yet tasteful dress. “Phil, come on in.”
Catherine was a successful entrepreneur and they have a very nice house. I sat in the living room next to the fireplace, and took one of the fine books they had on the table.
It was Kama sutra, a very nice edition. Catherine came back as I was browsing it. “Mike should be here any minute, he went to run errands.”
In the meantime, we got to know each other a bit more. She was funny, charming, smart and beautiful, and I think she thought the same of me.
As the was laughing out loud, the front door opened. Seconds later, Mike appeared in the living room. We shook hands, we sat down, drank and chatted for some time.
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Catherine got up, and came back seconds later. But instead of sitting in her chair, she straddled me and started massaging my pecs.
“Mike, your friend seems very tense.” I just froze.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kept on massaging.
Mike stood up and it shook me – I didn’t want him to upset him, and I had not requested any of that.
But then he came back, wearing nothing but his boxers. He sat next to us. That was the Mike I had met a few weeks prior…
I started kissing Catherine’s perfect breasts. Mike was sighing, Catherine was moaning.
“Yeah, he’s very tense.” Catherine started massaging my bulge. Soon after, she knelt down.
I gave Mike a quick look to make sure he was onboard with his… and he sure was. Blowjobs were a birthday thing in my marriage, I wouldn’t miss that chance.
I stood up, she unzipped my khakis and found my cock. After a few tongue teases, she engulfed it. She was beautiful.
It went on for a good five minutes before she stood up and went to kiss Mike. “Babe, you taste so good.”
Well Mike, if you really wanna know, that’s Sauvignon Blanc and precum. “I told you how manly he was.” Oh, he knew.
She started kissing his neck, his pecs, his belly and then his cock. They were both very attractive to begin with, but I was very grateful for being next to them in such an intimate moment.
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Minutes later, we moved to the bedroom. Catherine was laying on the bed as Mike and I kissed her gently throughout her entire body. Mike rubbed some massaging oil as he progressed.
She invited me to lay down. She stranded my hips, laid some massaging oil on my stomach and started massaging my shoulders. Mike was hard as rock, right next to us.
As things progressed, straddled my legs and began oiling my cock and balls.
She then went forward and in an instant, I was in her. She moaned as I grabbed her ass. I let out a long sigh.
Mike stood up on the bed and she started sucking his thick cock as I was pounding her slowly.
He then took a minute off on the couch, watching us while caressing his cock with lotion.
When he got back, he came behind Catherine. I realized what he was up to.
I felt his cock enter Catherine’s vagina. It was hard, yet soft. Moist, yet we could feel everything.
Catherine looked at me. “Are you OK with all this?” I nodded as Mike and I were taking turns in going thrusting.
She was moaning like I had never heard someone moaning. Mike and I were very hard. He was right – feeling his cock rub against mine, in addition to feeling Catherine’s tight pussy wrap us in warmth was incredible. My cock had never been so happy.
Mike was sighing more and more loudly. Suddenly, I felt his cock throb and a warm stream of cum fill Catherine. I shivered as I realized what had just happened.
He got out and a tide of love juice, from both lovers, spoiled my thighs and my balls.
He sat on the bed, cock in hand, next to me, his eyes towards Catherine and I’s project.
Her pussy was so wet, and she was moaning with each thrust.
Seconds later, it was my time to fill her up. I gave her five long ropes as she closed her eyes.
I kissed her breasts and got out. Another tide of love juice flew on my pubes, balls and thighs.
She was now laying next to me as I sat, resting against the headboard.
“Boys, look what you’ve done.”
I smiled, a bit short of breath, as Mike went through me and then her to be on her side.
She slipped two fingers in her labia, took them out. They were oozing with cum, lotion and perhaps some of her very own juice. She brought them to her mouth, closed her eyes and licked them.
Mike kissed her belly, her breasts and they exchanged a long, languid kiss as I was looking, eyes wide open.
Right after, he started working on her clitoris with his right index. My semi-hard cock was resting on her leg, I was gently kissing her beasts.
He then went down on her in the most sensual ways I could imagine. She was in ecstasy. Her legs soon trembled, and the came loudly.
Mike got up, his chin covered in our juices. Catherine wiped him, and we laid down for a few minutes.
“Pizza or sushi?”
I dressed and went to the living room, to give them some space. They soon appeared, Catherine in a short short bathrobe, and Mike in his boxers. I think Mike realized he was perhaps too familiar. He went back, and came back in grey sweatpants – I could tell he was going commando – and with an old t-shirt.
We ate, discussed and laughed. It felt like I was with old friends, but I had only known them for hours.
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At 11pm, I was tired and ready to go.
“Why don’t you sleep in the guest room?”
They had a very nice house, and I was happy to avoid the trip back to the hotel.
We said good night and went to our rooms.
I started reflecting. Did Mike plan this all along? How involved was Catherine in the plan? Did I break something between the two of them? Was I supposed to cum first? Did I leave them enough room? How can Mike be so comfortable sharing his girlfriend, or with other men around? Like that time in the hotel, how was he so comfortable wanking next to a stranger? Would I eat someone else’s cum?
A gentle knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.
“Hey Phil, Mike and I thought something else might please you.”
Catherine entered the room and laid next to me, while Mike was sitting at the end of the bed.
She started kissing my nips, massaging my arms, my pecs and my belly.
Mike started massaging my shins, my calves.
I closed my eyes, it felt so good.
Mike was progressing and he was now massing my thighs. Soon after, his fingers were occasionally under my boxers, as he was massaging my upper tights.
I was sighing hard, he was massaging my underbelly and Catherine was going stronger with the nips kisses.
I was not hard, nor flaccid… I was exhausted by horny, not into man-on-man but clearly into this.
Mike gripped my boxers waistband. I raised my hips, he got the tip and soon enough I was naked.
Catherine stopped. I opened my eyes. She looked at me. “Are you OK with all of this?” I nodded.
She resumed the massaging.
And then I felt a shy tongue tease the tip of my dick. Three times.
I clenched my buttocks, my dick responded by a short vibration.
Mike engulfed my dick in his mouth, and he started giving me a slow, steady and caring blowjob. Like he was eating the most delicious popsicle ever.
I could tell it was his first time, but combined with Catherine’s attention, it was perfect.
“Hey Mike, I’m about to…”
Catherine put a finger on my mouth, as Mike acknowledged as vocally as you can, with a dick in your mouth.
I came, and he took every last drop.
I opened my eyes. Mike was standing near the end of the bed, smiling.
Catherine kissed my cheek, stood up, and they exchanged another languorous, cum-filled kiss.
They closed the light, left my room, and left the door open. My dick was pulsating, I was in shock and filled with so much pleasure.
Seconds later, they were loudly making love from the other room. My heart was racing. I heard all of it. I can tell they both came at the same time, and then they kissed for a good minute.
That’s when Mike appeared in the doorway of my room, his dick fully erect. “Good night, man.” And he closed the door.
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I slept like a baby, and woke up to the smell of coffee.
I thought about getting dressed, but frankly I needed a shower. Although I’m prude by nature, I felt at ease to reach the bathroom in my birthday suit, especially after last night.
Catherine was making coffee in that very short bathrobe. “Why don’t you take a shower while I prepare the breakfast? The shower in the en-suite is nicer, give it a try!”
I entered the master bedroom to find Mike in a star position, fully naked, on their bed. Is he always naked? Why is he so sexual? Why am I attracted to him, but not to guys? Is he attracted to me, or did he do it only for Catherine?
Their master bedroom looked like a suite of a nice hotel. I went to the shower – a very nice shower, ideal for a naughty couple. There were no door, two shower heads, body jets and a bench.
The water temperature was perfect, I grabbed some body wash and I caressed myself, thinking back on last night.
You guessed it – that’s the moment Mike chose to shower. It felt weird, but after all, there are two shower heads and it’s clearly made for two people.
“You can keep on …” “Yeah no I was just washing myself.”
We stood there in silence, under the water, naked, side-to-side – did I mention I was prude, most of the time?
Then he turned to me. I turned to him. He was placid, whereas I was still a bit aroused from the body wash thingy.
“So about last night.” “Your wife is beautiful Mike, sorry I couldn’t help myself keeping it in my pants…”
“No no that was perfect. I was thinking about the last part…” “Oh, yeah, that.” “I’m not into men, but Catherine and I really enjoyed it. I hope you don’t mind, I wouldn’t want this to hurt our friendship.”
I had never thought of Mike as a friend, but he still felt like an old friend. Whose wife I fucked, whose mouth sucked my dick.
“Nevermind Mike, I also enjoyed it, and it was part of the overall experience.”
He smiled and we showered in silence.
We got out. “Naked brunch is my favourite.” I followed Mike to find Catherine completely naked in the breakfast nook.
We ate brunch, discussed and laughed.
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My flight was in early afternoon, so I soon went to my room to get dressed. I decided to go commando, inspired by Mike.
As I was standing in the entryway, naked Catherine gave me kiss on the cheek. Naked Mike gave me a long hug, so intense I could feel his dick against mine.
“I had a lot of fun, thanks guys. I’ll never forget that night.” Catherine smirked, “I hope we get to meet again. Or maybe you guys will get to hang at a hotel bar soon?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/102d7ht/the_day_i_met_mikes_wife_mfm_mmf