My Wife Fucked Him to Save His Long Distance Relationship [MFM]

“I have been lonely.” Paul said. “With Kim away I mean.” His fiancé, Kim, was studying abroad and had been for a long time. It was still some six months before she would return.

“I mean. I was lonely. Not in a mental sense, I had lots of people around me, but in a physical one. When things got a little much, I could easily take matters in hand, as it were. But it didn’t have anywhere near the same feeling as being with someone. You and Anne have really helped me.”

Anne was my wife and Kim’s best friend. Together they’d arranged three nights between Paul and Anne. At first it was mutual masturbation, then a hand job. The last time Anne had given Paul an amazing blowjob. I’d watched through a glass door and benefited by getting an absolutely astonishing boost to my sex life. Being so urgently needed left Anne feeling horny almost all the time.

I’d invited Paul over again. I knew he was secretly hoping for another sexual encounter with Anne, but when he arrived she was nowhere to be seen. I was trying to talk to him quickly though, we did have something planned.

“Paul.” I said. “You’ve experienced almost every part of Anne. Her hands, her breasts, her mouth. It feels like stopping there would be artificial. And a little unfair to everyone.” He grinned.

I escorted him through the glass door of the bedroom. Anne was waiting.

“You can call Kim if you want. But I think you know she’s onboard with this.”

“No need at all.” He replied.

Anne was wearing the same white outfit as before, white lace bra and matching boy cut panties, were surrounded by layers of frills. I loved the virginal look and the contrast with what was about to take place. She had the same white high heels on as well. This time she’d added long elegant white gloves to her ensemble. She slowly turned so that we could admire her body.

I sat on the bed and watched as she helped Paul take off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. She slid his pants down his legs, slowly kneeling in front of him. She was more stable on her high heels now, having had some recent practice. Behind Paul I quickly stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts.

As she stood Anne brushed her face past Paul’s cock, still constrained by the fabric of his underwear. Her mouth was open with desire and the heat of her breath caressed Paul to arousal.

Anne strutted over to the bed and sat, then slowly lay back. She stretched her body along the bed while raising her arms above her head. She sensuously writhed against the sheets, showing off her body to Paul’s gaze. She ran her gloved hands along her body, from her shoulders, across her breasts and stomach and down to her hips. Then she raised her hands again, pausing to caress her breasts beneath the white bra, then moved her hands up through her hair. Hands over her head she bent her knees and spread her legs.

I moved to her on the bed. I slowly caressed her body, starting with her breasts and slowly moving down her sides, across her hips and down her legs. I trailed my fingers back up again, moving along her calves and up the inside of her thighs. I slowly moved towards her pussy, hidden beneath the frilly panties, before moving away and back up her sides to her chest.

I slowly circled around the same circuit, caressing her body, presenting her to Paul. I narrowed my focus in on her chest, gently caressing each breast before moving on, only to return again and again. Her nipples harden beneath the white fabric, pressing stiffly again my palms. Anne shifted her torso, arching her back ever so gently to push against me. Gently, I unclasped her bra, slid the straps from her shoulders and exposed her to Paul gaze. Her nipples tightened even further, almost painfully so. I played with each breast in turn, cupping each as if in offering to Paul.

I worked my hands down her side again, sliding them over to her hips. She bucked softly as I worked towards the warmest spot between her legs. I moved my hand across her thighs, trailing up between her legs and across again to her other legs. Slowly I would narrow my range, closer and closer to the center. Ever so gently I began to caress her pussy beneath the white fabric of her panties. Her hips shifted and she moaned softly.

I pressed slightly harder with my fingers as they made slow circles. Anne’s hips moved in slow time with the motion of my hand. She stretched lazily and watched Paul through heavy eyelids. Paul’s eyes were focused on the movement between her legs, almost mesmerized.

Softly I pulled the fabric upwards, the ruffled white material slipping between her wet lips, her soft flesh peeking around the sides. I pulled, softly but insistently until the crotch of her panties disappeared between her pussy lips. I pulled the fabric taunt against her clit and she thrust upwards, fucked by her clothes and Paul’s urgent gaze.

I grasped the sides of her panties and tease them off her hips, dragging them down the tops of her thighs. Slowly she was revealed. First to come into sight was the single landing strip of hair that led to her pussy, then her mound and finally the soft flesh of her lips. I kept pulling her panties downward, inexorably, until the white line of fabric slipped out of her wet lips, leaving her wantonly exposed.

I pulled her panties down her legs and over her knees, then down along her smooth calves and over her white high heels, leaving them tangled against the sharp point of her right heel, bunched around her foot.

Anne spread her knees wider, burning under Paul’s gaze. Her clean shaven pussy was glistening. She looked away, almost shyly, fixing on the middle distance, while her hands roamed freely on her body.

She toyed distractedly with her taut nipple, before heading to a more urgent destination. Her hands crossed the plane of her belly before sliding between her open thighs.

She slid her hands along her slick lips before spreading herself wide, opening her deepest recesses. Her lips parted to expose the tender bud of her clit, the soaking wetness of her inner lips, the dark depths that disappeared inside her.

She lay like that for a long moment, splayed open for Paul’s pleasure. Then I ran my fingers up her thighs and gently touched her pussy. I slid two fingers around her clit and slowly stroked in gentle circles. Slow became faster and her hips began to twitch. Almost reluctantly she moved closer and closer to the edge. Under the weight of Paul’s insistent gaze and the pressure of my fingers she twitched hard, once, and came.

Her body relaxed and her legs fell further open. She slowly moaned out.

“Please, fuck me.”

Paul looked at me as if for permission, then stripped off his shorts. Without ceremony he slid between her legs. He positioned himself carefully and moved forward with deliberate pressure. Paul’s cock slid in to my wife’s pussy.

The feeling from watching them was overwhelming for me.

Denied sex for so long, Paul tried to savour the moment. To let the heat soak along his shaft, to let her wetness coat him. But her lips almost sucked at him and he could feel the pulse of her heart inside her, fast and demanding.

Paul picked up speed rapidly. Pushing, thrusting, and almost losing control. Anne moaned under him, urging him on. Pressure built inside Paul, driving him forward. Forcing him to pound hard into her.

Paul seemed to lose focus, aware of only her hot, wet and soft body. Harder and faster.

With a final cogent thought Paul almost panicked. Never had we discussed how Paul would cum. Sensing the moment Anne pulled Paul closely and breathe heavily into his ear.

“Fill me. Cum inside my pussy.” She whispered. She nodded towards me. “My husband wants to see.”

Paul lost control. He exploded. Deep and hard. Paul filled Anne with his cum as his cock pulsed again and again. He surged a final time and fell against her breasts, completely spent.

Paul lay still for a moment then moved to the side. Anne lay back, her legs splayed wide. I stood and look at her pussy. It was open and pink. Paul’s cum leaked in a line of down to her ass. Anne reached down and open herself wider, showing me more of Paul’s sperm inside her. She dug her fingers in and stretched herself as wide as possible, showing me her pussy filled to the depths and overflowing.

I grasped my cock and started to stroke myself as I watched Paul’s cum trickle out of my wife. I watched her fingers touch his sperm, watched her push some back into the wetness of her pussy. With two fingers she fucked herself deeply. Finally she raised her sperm coated fingers to her mouth and tasted herself mixed with Paul. At that sight I came at last; sending white ribbons onto her pussy lips, mingling with Paul inside her.

Finally, all of us spent, Paul and I found some towels and, together, cleaned her up

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