[MFM] Stuffing the Thanksgiving turkey

“We got a dildo and named it after you.”

Alice and I had been friends with benefits for a decade before she married Steve.

“We’re housesitting for my parents over Thanksgiving. Come over.”

Whiskey and a three-person game of strip poker is really just a means of taking the edge off when you’ve never shared your wife…or been shared…or shared someone’s wife before.

When you run out of clothes, the only logical thing to do is winner’s choice.

Watching her lose a hand and blow him right there at the kitchen table was hot. Her winning, climbing up on all fours on a kitchen chair, and telling me to fuck her was hotter.

“We need to go upstairs.” We weren’t going to argue with her.

He was nervous. I went first, sliding in her from behind while he got hard again. It didn’t take long before he was filling her mouth, his cock muffling her moans.

We took turns. I put her on her back and filled her with my cum – she and I never used condoms. His cock replaced mine, and I sipped water while he railed her – she kept screaming “Harder!” – until they came together. He knew his wife’s pussy well.