Still Waiting For That First Time.

HW Installation

For the first time since we were married 20 years ago, I watched my wife, Shelly, have sex with another man. It was her installation into the Hotwife club and it was a grand occasion, at least for us. In fact, Shelly trusted me enough to allow me to record the entire event for our own pleasure, provided I never share the video with anybody. She did, however, allow me to share the incident in writing.

Events such as those I’m about to describe and the associated feelings are so extreme that time seems to slow down. One is aware of intense feelings, emotional and physical. The trouble is (and I had the foresight to know this would happen) that memory can fade or be inexact, even when one is completely absorbed in the moment. The video is a constant reminder of the feelings I had at the time, even when watching the video weeks later while trying to reconstruct the event for your reading pleasure.

It was our anniversary. We had tickets to a show downtown and a reservation at a posh hotel near the theater so we could have an intimate evening together after the show. Nothing about the show, or the dinner we ate beforehand, are of any consequence. The main event was the present I had waiting for her in our hotel room.

We walked into the room and Jimmy was sitting in a chair in view of the door. (I had left a key card for him at the front desk.) He was smartly dressed in nice slacks and a long sleeve white button-down shirt. He stood up as we entered, but since I had walked in ahead of Shelly, she didn’t notice him right away. She kicked her high heel shoes off and pulled the strap of her small purse off of her shoulder as she started walking into the room, then she froze.

“What’s this?” she asked with a startled look on her face. She glanced at me quizzically, then looked back at Jimmy and said “Hey Jimmy. What are you doing here?”

Before I could say anything, Jimmy said with a smile and a sweeping bow, “I’m here at Jim’s request and your pleasure.” He then took a few steps toward Shelly, reached out with his right hand, and grasped Shelly’s left hand, which he brought up to his mouth and kissed her wedding/engagement rings. “Happy Anniversary,” he said.

Shelly looked back at me and put her right hand up to her mouth and twisted her lower lip. “I don’t understand,” she said. “What’s going on?”

I walked up to her and gently put my left hand on the side of her head, my fingers splayed in her hair. “I’m making our fantasy come true.”

You see, Shelly and I had discussed the fantasy of her having sex with another man for years. We read stories, we watched MFM porn with vixen hotwives in action, and role-played scenarios. One of our most popular scenarios was her fucking her coworker, Jimmy, and it had been our most frequent scenario since Shelly started working with him two years ago. He was a dashing young man in his late 20s and looked a lot like Denzel Washington in his younger days. Yes, he is African American.

After my statement about making her fantasy come true, I kissed her hard on the mouth. She eagerly returned my kiss and after Jimmy made a sort of “ahem” sound, she broke off our kiss and blushed a crimson red. From that moment until I started recording with my phone, I don’t remember much about all the preliminaries, but it was a few minutes of drink and conversation before I asked my wife, “Why don’t you go ahead and open your present?”

She stood in front of Jimmy, while I sat on a large armchair. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt while looking into his eyes. He returned the look and then kissed her briefly on the mouth. She returned the kiss until she had his belt undone, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down. Then she slowly got down on her knees so that his crotch was directly in front of her face and began to slowly lower his pants and underwear. As his garments passed the base of his cock, the exposure slowed down even more because he was semi-erect and his cock was pressing against the waistband of his briefs. Very slowly Shelly exposed the length of his shaft, which had to be at least 7 or 8 inches, until the waistband caught momentarily on his cockhead, which caused his dick to spring out and the tip to brush against Shelly’s chin.

Shelly’s eyes opened wider, and her mouth gaped as she audibly gasped. Her left hand shakily went up and she touched the tip of his cock head with her index finger as she said, “Oh my gawd! You’ve been hiding that thing in there all this time?” Then looking over at me, she said, “It’s the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.” She dropped her hand and just stared at it some more. Then she looked at me again and asked, “can I touch it?”

“You just did,” I replied.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I did. Sorry. I think it was an unconscious reaction. Can I really touch it? I mean, all over?”

“It’s your anniversary present. You may do with it what you will. I put no restrictions on you.”

She slowly moved the tips of her fingers over the tip and down the sides of his penis. She put her entire hand, palm up, under his penis and hefted it as if gauging its weight. She put both hands on it and rubbed it all over. For several minutes she used her sense of touch to explore the penis in front of her, and it began to grow.

When it was pointing straight out, horizontal and parallel to the floor, she wrapped her left hand around his shaft with the cock head sticking out between her thumb and forefinger, wedding and engagement rings prominently displayed, her white skin in direct contrast with his dark cock. She then looked at me and asked, “c-can I kiss it?”

“Absolutely.”

She pursed her lips and kissed his cock directly on the tip. A small string of precum briefly connected between her lower lip and the tip of his penis as she disengaged. The string broke and I noticed a tiny drop of his precum on her lower lip just before she started kissing her way down the length of his stiffening dick. She met my eyes again as she kissed her way back to the tip, but she broke eye contact briefly as she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the tip of his cock.

The sudden awareness of what she had done sunk in and she quickly regained eye contact with me. She gave me a sheepish grin and blushed when she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that without asking your permission first.”

“You don’t need to ask my permission. I told you; this is your anniversary present. You can do whatever you want; anything you feel comfortable doing,” I replied.

Shelly stood up and came over to me. (The recording is messed up at this point as the camera pointed all over the place…floor, bed, ceiling, etc.) She placed her hands on either side of my face and looked earnestly into my eyes. “Yes, I DO need to ask permission, because you absolutely MUST be comfortable with each step forward and each action. I won’t risk US for a brief encounter with pleasure. You and I both know that things can quickly get to a point where it’s hard to stop. Keep that in mind.”

I just placed her left hand on my crotch so she could feel my erection. I was more rigid than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She smiled and kissed me hard, then said, “Thank you for my present,” as she turned back to Jimmy.

She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt while his now fully engorged pecker poked her in her stomach. As she peeled his shirt down off his shoulders and over his arms, which were down by his side, she wriggled her body around a bit so that his cock was smearing precum over the front of her dress.

Jimmy was now completely naked, and his cock stood tall at rigid attention, thick and lengthy. Shelly again stared at it in amazement. “I don’t think I can get my mouth around it,” she declared as she knelt down, holding his penis in her left hand. She turned her head to me and said, “but may I try?” I nodded my assent.

As many times as I’ve watched the video, I still get butterflies in my stomach and my heart still races when I see her open up and take the head of his cock in her precious mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, but really couldn’t take much more than the head in her mouth. Soon, she began licking up and down the sides while cupping his balls in her right hand. She would rub his cock all over her face, inhaling the smell of sex, and smearing pre-cum on her forehead and cheeks. All the while she’s making little comments like, “it’s so beautiful” and “what a piece of art” and “it’s just perfect.”

Finally, after about 10 minutes of Shelly’s detailed cock inspection, Jimmy gently put his hands on Shelly’s arms, helped her stand, and asked, “would you like your present to unwrap you?” Shelly said nothing. She just stared into Jimmy’s eyes as she lifted her arms straight up over her head. Clasping the hem of her blue knee-length dress, Jimmy pulled it up and over her head. Shelly now stood wearing a black lace bra, black lace panties, and black panty hose. (She was also, incidentally, wearing a pearl necklace and matching earrings.) Her black hair was streaked with small wisps of grey and it hung loosely down to her shoulders.

He gently took the waistband of her panty hose in his nimble fingers and began to pull them down her hips. He bunched the silky nylon material as he moved lower and lower, until he eventually had Shelly’s panty hose in a pile at her ankles. She lifted each leg in turn so Jimmy could slide the hose off of each foot. Then he stood up, moved around behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. He turned her so that they were facing me and began kissing her neck as he moved the shoulder straps of her bra off of her shoulders and let them dangle on her arms. Her head was cocked a little to her left and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted only slightly, and her breathing was more rapid. So was mine as I watched the spectacle. I kicked off my shoes, stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.

He moved his kisses to the other side of her neck and Shelly moaned as she tilted her head now to the right. Meanwhile, Jimmy pealed down the front of her bra, exposing her B-cup breasts, and began gently massaging them with his big hands. His right hand on her right breast and left hand on left breast, he cupped them, tweaked the nipples, and gently squeezed them. Shelly’s breathing increased a bit more. My heart was pounding in my chest as I removed my shirt and pulled off my undershirt.

I noticed that Shelly’s right hand was behind her back. It looked like she was moving her hand in a slight up and down motion as she simultaneously rocked her hips back and forth, almost like she was scratching an itch on her ass. Her eyes were still closed, and she was licking her lips. It was obvious that she was rubbing his hard cock with her hand and her ass. Meanwhile, Jimmy slowly moved his hands down the sides of her torso and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Shelly moved her hands so that she was clasping them together over her tits, as Jimmy inched her panties down, revealing Shelly’s trim bush to me. Though I’ve removed her panties thousands of times, there is nothing to compare with witnessing another man do it.

As soon as Jimmy had lowered Shelly’s panties to her knees, he released them, and they fell to the floor. Shelly stepped out of them and was now, for the first time, completely nude in front of another man (with the exception of her bra, which had only been lowered under her tits and was still clasped around her torso). She bent over slightly and back up against Jimmy’s erection, grinding her hips on it. “Gawd that feels so big!” She exclaimed.

I had removed my pants and underwear. My cock also stood at rigid attention. Precum was oozing out of the tip and dripping down the sides of my penis.

Suddenly Shelly straightened up, her eyes popped open, and she walked quickly over to me. She leaned over, grabbed my head in her hands, and planted another wonderfully sloppy kiss on my mouth. Then she straddled me, reached down with her left hand, and guided my stiff cock into her sopping pussy. I had never, ever felt her pussy so opened up and I slid in easily. She turned slightly to Jimmy and said, “Hang on just a second, Jimmy. I need to talk to my husband before we go any further.” Then turning back to me, she said as she ground her pussy on my cock, “Are you sure, I mean absolutely sure, that you want this to continue? Once he puts his penis inside me, there is no going back. If he fucks me, he can’t unfuck me.”

It was incredibly out of character for her to use the f--- word. I just smiled and said, “Remember, I set this up. I stand behind my decision to do this for our anniversary. It goes as far as you want it to go. Do YOU want this to continue?”

She stopped moving and just stared silently back at me. Realizing her uncertainty, I said, “It’s a simple decision. Do you want him to put his cock in you or not?”

“I’m scared to answer that. I don’t know how you’ll really take it and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me for you to confirm what I already know; from what I’ve seen so far tonight. You want to fuck Jimmy. You want another man…that man…to put his cock in your pussy. You know it will feel good. So just tell me.”

She started moving up and down on my cock with earnest as she grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth again. Then she blurted out, “Okay, yes! I admit it. I want to feel his cock inside my pussy! I want him to fuck me!” As soon as she finished saying those words, she shuddered with an orgasm.

I held her close and looked at Jimmy as he sat on the end of the bed rubbing his cock. He smiled as I said, “I guess I’ve warmed her up for you.”

Shelly lifted herself up off of my cock and stood in front of me. “Thank you for this.” She replied. “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you, too.” I said as I stood up and turned her to face Jimmy. Then I swiftly lifted her up off her feet and cradled her with my left arm around her back and my right arm under her knees. I carried her over and deposited her gently on the bed. Then I undid the clasp at the front of her bra and removed it as I kissed her. I straightened up as Jimmy stepped up to the foot of the bed.

I looked down at the lovely creature I had married 20 years ago and who now lay naked and exposed, as vulnerable as a woman can be, with another man a few feet away, his large dick swinging gently from side to side as he climbed on the bed. Shelly was breathing heavily as he inched his way toward her, staring at his cock. He approached and she did something I had been longing to see her do from the earliest days of our marriage…she spread her legs for another man. Her pussy was gaping open, and the juices were running down to the crack of her ass. Jimmy leaned in between her legs and let his cock rest on her lower torso. She reached out with her left hand and grasped his cock at the base.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My stomach clenched. I was sweating. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was about to see another man’s cock enter my wife. It was my dream, my fantasy. “Do we have a condom?” Shelly’s voice shattered my reverie.

“Um, yeah. Sorry. I brought some magnums, but Jimmy’s clean. We’ve talked. But it’s entirely up to you. If you would feel more comfortable, then he’ll wear a condom.”

“Please,” was her monosyllabic response as she continued to hold his cock at the base, the tip just touching her pubic mound. I hurried over to the counter by the TV, pulled the box of condoms out of my backpack, ripped it open, and pulled out one sealed condom. I hurried back to the right side of the bed this time and held out the condom. Jimmy took it from me, opened the package and pulled out the condom. Then he straightened up, placed it over the tip of his cock and began rolling it down. I climbed up on the bed and lay across the mattress such that my belly was behind Shelly’s head. She reached back with her right hand and grabbed hold of my engorged cock, still slick with a combination of my precum and her pussy juices. Her eyes, however, were still firmly glued to his big dick.

Almost before I could comprehend what was happening, Jimmy put the head of his cock at the entrance to my wife’s heavenly pussy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened with the precum that Jimmy smeared there before he put on the condom. Shelly clasped her thumb and forefinger around his penis just below the head and, after sliding it around her wet pussy lips to lubricate it, she placed the tip against her vaginal opening.

Almost imperceptibly, Jimmy eased his cock into Shelly’s pussy. As the head began to penetrate, Shelly arched her back and neck a little, closed her eyes, and gasped audibly. Her grip tightened on my cock, so that I had to take it in my right hand to keep her from damaging my goodies. I watched, entranced, as his cock slowly disappeared. When he had bottomed out, he paused. Shelly, took a couple of deep breaths, looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”

I smiled and replied, “Babe, I’m more than okay. You look sexier than I’ve ever seen before.”

“Oooooo. He’s really big,” she gasped at the moment Jimmy began a slow rhythm of fucking my wife. I doubt I can describe the feelings I had as I watched his cock slowly piston in and out of the pussy that, as far as I know, until this precise moment, had only felt my cock.

Shelly was in heaven. “Geez!! Oh my. Mmmmm. That feels so good. Absolutely amazing!” Her left hand rested easily on his hip, feeling his movements. Her eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes looking at me as I hovered a little up and to her left. Her upper body moved slightly against me in response to each gentle thrust. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

“Whew. Babe? Are you still okay with this? Do you still love me?” She asked.

“Oh Baby!” I exclaimed. “I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do right now. Would you do me a small favor?”

“Mm Hmm,” she replied with a look that I can only describe as intense sexual pleasure on her face.

“Would you get on top of him. This is wonderful, but I want to see YOU fuck HIM.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Anything for you.”

Shelly whimpered as Jimmy pulled out with an almost audible, slurping pop. I cut the video as he and Shelly switched places, pulled a chair over in front of the foot of the bed, and sat down. Shelly straddled him, then lifted her left leg and positioned her pussy over his cock. She looked back at me and asked, “Are you ready?”

I jumped up and moved around so I could get a better view of the insertion. “I’m ready,” I said, and started the video again. I zoomed in to get the best possible video of Shelly lowering herself on Jimmy’s cock. The video clearly showed that his gloved cock was slick with her juices, which flowed so freely from her pussy that they were running down the insides of her pale white thighs. She used her left hand to guide his penis to her vaginal opening and held onto it until her pussy had swallowed his penis head. She then removed her hand, lowered her left leg, balance her weight on both knees, and lowered herself until she was fully impaled.

While the camera was capturing the erotic details happening between my wife’s legs, I was looking into her eyes. She smiled sweetly as she positioned his cock and said, “You are the best husband in the world.” She never broke eye contact with me as she lowered herself down on it. Her lips parted and she took several short breaths, almost as if she were gasping for air. She paused for a moment and swallowed hard before she said in a strained voice, “Wow. Have to go…mmm…slow. Whew!”

She started to slowly use her legs to lift herself up and down on Jimmy’s cock. I put my left hand on the right side of her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “You are the most erotic vision in the world right now,” I said, and tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It just feels so good!” She wailed.

“Good,” I said. “Enjoy yourself.” I kissed her on her mouth, tweaked her nipples, and moved back around to sit in the chair. I want to see her ass as she humped his cock. I didn’t zoom in to get a close up of his penis as she rode him. I don’t find those to be as erotic as seeing the wife’s entire body as she fucks another man. So too with Shelly. Her hips are slightly wider than her upper body and her nicely rounded ass looked amazing as she bounced up and down on Jimmy’s cock. Each downward motion caused a grunt to escape her lips. I couldn’t see her wedding ring because she had positioned her hands on Jimmy’s chest for leverage. Still, it was mind blowing just knowing it was my wife I was watching as she fucked another man.

It wasn’t too long before her legs began to ache, and she slid off to her right and lay on the bed next to Jimmy, panting and out of breath. “My legs have given out,” she said.

Jimmy quickly got up and positioned himself at Shelly’s feet. Once again, my wife spread her legs wide for him and my heart started pounding again. This time I stood beside the bed on her left side so I could capture her wedding ring as she allowed him to fuck her. Jimmy crawled over the top of her, but just as she was about to guide his meat into her pussy once more, she blurted out, “Are you sure you’re clean?”

Jimmy was taken aback, but managed to stammer out, “uh, yeah. I was tested a week ago and have not had sex since the test.”

Shelly looked over at me. “Honey, would you mind if he took off the condom?”

“Not at all. What changed your mind?”

“I don’t know, I just want to feel him natural. I can’t explain it.”

“How about pregnancy risk?”

“He can pull out. I’m also at a good time in my cycle.”

Jimmy looked at me for approval and I nodded, so he rolled the condom off his cock, tossed it on the night stand, and settled back between Shelly’s legs. His cock poked at her pubic hair as Shelly took him in her left hand (I still cannot overstate how much of a turn on it is to see her wedding ring so prominently displayed as she touches another man’s cock) and guided him to heaven.

Jimmy lay down fully on top of Shelly (he was not a big man; slender and muscular) and she wrapped her arms around him. He was moving his hips in earnest now and Shelly was grunting and gasping as he pounded her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her face was relaxed, but at the same time, it displayed the sexual pleasure she was feeling from Jimmy’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Then she moved her hands down and placed them firmly on his ass, pulling him tight with each forward thrust.

Jimmy used his arms to lift his upper body up to look into Shelly’s face. “I’m gonna cum in a minute,” Jimmy stated emphatically. “Where do you want it?”

Shelly turned to me. “Baby…uh…can he…uh…cum…uh…in me?”

“You want him to cum inside your pussy?” I verified.

“Yes…uh…please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

She looked up into Jimmy’s eyes. “Cum in me…uh…uh,” she said. “Cum inside me!  Uh!”

Jimmy pounded her hard for about five or six thrusts, grunted, pushed himself inside Shelly as far as he could, and ejaculated. Shelly wrapped her ankles around Jimmy’s thighs and pushed him with her heels. Then she squeezed his ass with her hands and pulled him as hard as she could and orgasmed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She exclaimed as she grimaced and thrashed her head from side to side.

After a few seconds both of them relaxed their tensed-up muscles and Jimmy collapsed on top of Shelly, whose legs and arms dropped loosely to the bed. When they both came down from their orgasmic highs, Jimmy rolled off of Shelly. “Damn,” he said, “that was a great fuck.”

Shelly propped herself up on her elbows and looked into Jimmy’s eyes. “You better never tell a living soul about this!” She warned him sternly.

“No worries, baby. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“And don’t call me ‘baby.’ Only my husband gets to do that.”

“You go baby,” I said as I walked over to the foot of the bed and looked at my sweaty, exhausted wife and marveled at the cum dripping down her ass crack from her gaping pussy. “My turn now.”

Shelly looked at me with a stunned expression. “Are you sure?” She asked quizzically.

“Absolutely,” I replied, “For two reasons. First, I’m reclaiming you. Second, this will be the most lubricated you’ve ever been, and I might last longer.”

Without hesitating I slid my dick into her sopping pussy and began fucking her as hard as I’ve ever fucked her before. This was not ‘making love.’ We (husband and wife) were fucking like hormone crazy teenagers.

“How…uh…does it feel…uh…having…uh…two cocks…uh…in one night?” I asked as I pounded into her. She was so open and wet that I could feel very little friction. At the same time, my entire groin was wet with her and Jimmy’s cum. My pubes were matted with white goo.

“Oh baby!...uh…I love…uh…cocks...uh…I want…uh…more…please…uh…can I…uh…have…uh…more?  Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...I’m cuuuuuuuuuummiiiiiiiiiing!”

I paused so she could come down from her orgasmic high. Her pussy is very sensitive right after she cums and causes discomfort. She pulled me down and kissed me. Then she said, “I’m sorry I said those things. I don’t want you to think I don’t love you anymore. I love you more than ever for letting me let loose, but you are all I really need.”

“I love you, too, baby, and because I love you, I want you to be free to have any cock you want. All I ask is that you always be honest with me. Don’t fuck some guy and keep it a secret from me. Deal?”

“I promise,” she said as she kissed me again.

“Tell me,” I said as I started fucking her again, “was it as good as you thought it would be? I mean actually going through with the fantasy?”

“It was better than I thought it would be. I had several mini orgasms before he came in me. It felt so naughty when I felt him cum that I had the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Do you want more men to cum inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me honestly. Has anyone else cum inside you before?”

Shelly was silent for a moment, even with me pounding her like I hadn’t had sex in a year. Then as a tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the side of her face, she said, “yes.”

I came harder than I’ve ever cum before.

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OMG!! So true. Then I would want to hear her say, "He came in me."

Those three little words you’ve been longing to hear… And I’m not talking about “I love you”

My husband and I were out with my friend Jenn and her husband Mark celebrating sending our kids off to college. We often went out for dinner and drinks, but since this was a bit more of a celebration, Jen and I were enjoying the drinks a little more than normal.

We ate out on the patio so we could hear the band better. We danced with our husbands, swapped partners, and even danced with one another. Why... well, we were feeling no pain. Exactly how you sometimes just need to feel.

As a couple of couples, we had been talking about what we were going to do now that the kids were all out of the house and it was just us adults. Suggestions ran from changing the locks, to sleeping naked, to always being naked.

The guys informed us that we should be prepared to get laid a lot more now that we can't be interrupted. We informed them that our sex drive was higher than theirs is now, so if they don't preform, we can bring our boyfriends over now that the kids can't rat us out.

The comment got a round of laughs, but it turns out, Jen and I both needed more than what we were getting.

"Careful what you ask for," they warned us.

"We're asking. We're asking!" I told them.

Jen looked at her husband and pointed. "I'm done asking. I'm tellin'."

We all laughed.

I decided it was a good time to freshen up, and Jen decided to join me.

All the talk of sex was getting me worked up. "So you think the guys will come through tonight?"

"If they don't, I'm ripping his clothes off myself and having my way with him. It's been too long..." she said, her voice trailing off. "Of course, I've got other options," she mentioned, almost in a whisper, like she was afraid to say it out loud.

"So how should we get them to know we mean business and want them to take us here and now?"

"Well, we could jump them, but we might never be asked back here," Jen said, laughing.

"Was just thinking of taking a long time changing tonight to see if he does anything."

"No, you need to be more aggressive. Flash him your pussy. Let him know you mean business."

I blushed at the idea.

"Look, just do a little," she then lifted her skirt, showing her bald pussy. "He'll love it... or he's nuts."

"You're not..."

She smiled. "I know. You should do the same. We can flash both the guys. I bet they'll want to leave to take us home right then."

I was a little drunk and very horny, which means I wasn't necessarily in the mood for making good decisions. I was hoping she was right. I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, stuffing them in my purse. I washed my hands and time seemed to stand still. I didn't go around flashing myself to anyone, not even my husband. I was so excited, my hands were shaking. I just hoped I didn't chicken out.

"Come on," she said, grabbing by the hand and pulling me along with her.

We got up to our table, which was near the back, facing away from others. I guess that would make it easier.

"Hey guys, guess what?" Jenn said. "We found out we're wearing the same panties," she said, bumping me to follow her lead. We lifted our skirts, flashing our shaved pussies at the guys.

They both liked that look. And so did the couple behind them. The girl pointed it out of the guy, and I blushed. I lowered my skirt first, then Jenn.

"So, what are you guys going to do about it?"

Well, my husband had already pulled out his wallet, and Jen's husband did the same. They dropped cash on the table and led us outside.

"You're lucky this is a well lit parking lot, or I'd take you here and now," her husband said to her.

"More like unlucky for me. It's been a while since you ravished me in the backseat of a car."

"Our house is closer if you really need to save time," my husband offered. I don't know if he was joking or not, but Jenn liked the idea.

Before I knew it, we were all in our cars, headed back to our house to fuck.

I reached over to my husband and felt his manhood under his pants. I worked his zipper, and then worked my hand into his pants and fished out his cock.

I slowly started stroking it as he drove us home faster than he should have. "You're going to cause a wreck," he told me.

"Then you better work on your focus," I teased him.

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes after we left the restaurant and opened the garage door.

Jenn and Mark were right behind us and walked through the garage before we closed the door.

We went to the living room, which was right off our garage.

Mark looked over at us. "I was fingering Jenn, but I like your idea better," he said.

Apparently none of us could keep our hands to ourselves.

Mark undid his pants, and Jenn pulled them down. She sucked on his cock for a minute before pushing him to the sofa where my husband and I were already.

We were making out on the sofa; he was fingering me, while I worked on getting his pants more undone.

I hadn't really paid attention to Jenn until she pushed Mark down. He was sitting right next to me, and I could feel his skin against mine as he fell into his seat. My skirt was pulled all the way up, and my ass was exposed.

Jenn tapped me to move over so she could mount her man.

The best way was for me to climb on top of my husband and ride him. The same thing Jenn was about to do.

We both climbed on, and soon were fucking our respective husbands.

I had never had sex in front of someone and wasn't sure what to do. I glanced a side eye at Jenn and she was looking at us, smiling. So was Mark.

I looked down at my husband, and he was watching them as well. I guess we all liked what we saw.

Soon the guys, who were a bit more excited, shot their loads into us, leaving us a bit unsatisfied.

"Already," I said, mocking disappointment... but only partially mocking.

"Sorry, maybe you shouldn't have been jacking me off in the car. You got me too excited."

"Well, I'm demanding a second round," said Jenn.

"Me too," I agreed.

"However, first, more drinks," my husband said, getting up to make us all a round of Mojitos.

He started to pull his pants up when I stopped him. "Hey buddy, we've passed the point of being shy. Keep it out, and ready."

Jenn liked that idea as well, pulling the pants off her man and tossing them to the side.

I couldn't help but take a peek. Mark was fairly well endowed, it seemed, even when soft.

We wandered over to the kitchen to sip on our drinks. We were all basically naked from the waist down, except that Jenn and my skirts had fallen a bit.

The guys weren't having it, and demanded that they should fall off, just like they lost their pants.

Jenn and I looked at each other and shrugged. As we went to undo them, the guys came behind us. They were staring at the other spouse, and watched us drop our skirts. As they did, they grabbed our shirts and started to remove them from us so we were naked on the top too.

Well, Jenn was naked. She had smaller tits and, in addition to not wearing panties tonight, she had forgone a bra.

I was wearing a fairly standard bra.

"I told you I was horny, and needed to get laid," she said, laughing as she walked up to me. She undid my bra in front of everyone and pulled it off of me. "And I know you're still horny, and needing to get laid again," she said, poking my hard nipples.

The guys loved that.

"You're one to talk," I said, pointing at her own breasts. Her nipples were clearly pointing the way.

"I think the guys are really going to be watching us now," she said. "They liked watching us getting fucked while we were mostly dressed," she said, putting her hand on her hip, sticking it out a bit.

"Yeah, but I guess it's OK, since we'll be watching them, too."

"Of course, we can't watch our own spouses... unless you've got mirrors on your ceiling in your bedroom... in which case I know where we're headed next."

"No," I said, laughing at the embarrassment of them even suggesting something like that, "no mirrors on the ceiling."

"Oh, but you do have mirrors somewhere, and you've watched yourselves getting fucked. Haven't you?"

I blushed and opted to drink some more instead of answering.

Jenn gave my husband a high five. "You sly dog, you... Mark's never seen me get fucked before. He's heard about it, but never seen it."

"You tell him stories about your past? He likes that?"

"Well... um... " Now it was Jenn's turn to blush a little and have a drink.

Our drinks were empty, and my husband was quickly refilling them. I think he and Mark enjoyed our uninhibited lips.

"Maybe we should go one at a time," Mark suggested. "So we can watch one another. I mean, we've already done that, and it seems like it might help us not be quite so quick."

"No, let's go back to the last question. Earlier tonight you mentioned other options... what do you mean?" I asked, knowing I was opening a can of worms that I could never close. I'd never done it, but all the alcohol tonight was definitely effecting me.

Jenn looked at her husband. He nodded. I guess it was some sort of shared secret.

"You know how Mark has to go away from time to time... well, during those times, he allows me to get a little plaything on the side. I generally just hook up with them once or twice to hold me over till he gets back. Well, we just found out that he's leaving for three weeks again, starting on Monday."

"I always tell him about it, but he's never seen it. But he wants to. That's why we suggested going one at a time, so we could watch you."

"But you two would be watching us, not him watching you," I said. And then I realized what they really wanted. I downed my drink and gave my glass back to my husband for a refill.

"Wait, you want to swap, so he can watch you with my husband before he has to go." It wasn't a question. I knew what they wanted.

"Wait, what?" Apparently, however, my husband was a little slow on the uptake.

"Come on, you two were with other people before you got married. It's kind of like that. Sex without the connection, but it scratches the itch."

I looked away, a little embarrassed.

"Wait, you had sex with others before you were married. Didn't you?"

"No..." I said, looking at a very interesting spot on the wall.

"You mean your husband is the only guy you've slept with?"

"Yes..."

"Which means this either opens up a whole new opportunity, or I'm the worst friend ever."

My husband looked over at me, and at Jenn, then back at me, then back at Jenn.

"Let's not say the worst friend ever. Just one who didn't know," he said. He was great at trying to mend fences. "And we think it's awesome that you'd want to share something like that wit us.... right, honey?"

"Yeah..." I don't think he realized I was thinking it over in my head. I mean, I've always been curious. I was just so shy and timid when we met. I've had a lot of fantasies over the years. Some I can pretend with toys, others I can't. But now there was this opportunity...

"Shouldn't we help our friends?" I asked my husband.

He paused and looked at me.

"You really want me to have sex with Jenn?"

"And you can have sex with Mark, if you want," Jenn said. "I've never let him play, but it might be fun to watch."

"Yeah, that too..." I said, a bit shy. I swallowed hard. I was drunk, really drunk, and it was the only reason I'd do this, I'm sure.

My husband looked at Mark, then me, then Jenn. "OK, let's do this."

"I want to watch Mark first," Jenn said. "He's not had a chance to play, and with it being her second dick ever, I think she should get to play first."

"OK," I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

I walked over to Mark. "How do we start something like this?"

He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

"Oh, I like this so far," I said.

He returned to kissing me and led me to the sofa again. He sat down and had me sit next to him. He was feeling up my tits. They were bigger than Jenn's and I'm sure he was enjoying playing with them.

He took one of my hands and led it to his lap, where I found his naked cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it up and down. It was larger than my husband's and felt fantastic. If I hadn't been horny already, he would have made me nice and wet for sure.

I had to let go as he bent over to suck on my nipples while he fingered my pussy. I moaned as he pushed inside of me. Only the second guy I've ever let finger me, and he was doing it while my husband watched.

I looked over and saw my husband. He was sitting on the chair. Jenn sat on his lap, but not on his cock. He wasn't shy about touching her and seemed to enjoy the show.

I moaned as Mark continued to play with my body. I was close to cumming, and I think he knew it. He laid me down and laid on top of me.

He kissed me as he pushed himself into me. His cock was definitely bigger, and it made me cum almost instantly. I arched my back, my body begging for his cock to go even deeper. I came loudly, much louder than normal... in my drunken state, I was much more open.

He paused as my orgasm finally waned. He looked down at me and kissed me again. "Want to try a different position?"

"Sure," I said enthusiastically.

I let him lay down, and I climbed on top, in a sitting position. It let me play with my clit and my tits, although I found my husband often liked to reach up and play with my tits.

Mark was no different, and soon both of my tits had his hands on them as I lowered myself onto his cock.

I rocked back and forth for several minutes. I looked over at my husband, who was actively fingering my friend. Her eyes would close periodically as she had a little mini orgasm. Then she'd go back to watching her husband and I fuck.

"Want to change again?" I asked this time.

"Yeah, I'm getting close, and I really want to fuck you nice and hard if you're up for it."

I smiled at him. "Oh, I'm up for it," I told him.

I climbed off of him, and he put me in a doggy position. He pushed into me, and then held onto my hips before he jack hammered his way in and out of my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I said almost instantly. "Oh, fuck oh fuck of fuck fuc fuckkkk meeee." He was making me orgasm again as he rammed in and out.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum inside me," I said, forgetting he wasn't my husband for a minute.

He pushed in deep and held me there, shooting his load into my pussy.

He pulled out of me, and I felt so empty. That was unbelievable, I thought to myself. I need some bigger toys, because it really does matter.

I was blushing, thinking about it, when I looked over at my husband and Jenn.

"Well, it looks like someone enjoyed herself," Jenn said. "But now it's our turn."

My husband sat on the sofa, and Jen sat facing away as she lowered herself onto his cock.

I knew I shouldn't feel jealous. It was just sex, and I had just done it with her husband, but I still couldn't help the twinge of jealousy as I watched his cock disappear up into her. She smiled at her husband, and for me. My husband was definitely smiling, enjoying a new wet pussy he'd get to fuck.

She spread her pussy lips to show the cock insider of her so well. "Is this what you've always wanted to see, dear? Another man deep inside of me."

"Oh yes," he replied.

She was rubbing her clit as my husband thrust up and down as best he could.

Mark was still semi-hard and got up and walked over to his wife. He roughly grabbed her by her hair and pulled on her head towards his cock.

He pushed it into her mouth as she opened it for him. "Is this the fantasy you wanted? For me to catch you fucking a guy, and come over and make you blow me at the same time. A threesome for you?" he asked.

She moaned, her mouth full of cock.

I started masturbating in front of them. I would have run to the bedroom to get a toy, but I didn't want to miss anything.

"Does your friend taste good on my dirty cock, dear?"

"Oh yes," she said before resuming her sucking.

I wasn't expecting that.

"Why don't you fuck her doggy style so we can really spit roast her," Mark suggested.

My husband liked the idea, and they all changed positions. He fucked Jenn from behind and spanked her ass some while her husband got his cock sucked a little more. Having just fucked me, he couldn't do much more than help fulfil a fantasy for the time being.

He pulled away and sat next to me, watching them and watching as I fingered myself.

"Cover her face in cum," Mark told my husband.

My husband liked that idea and pulled out immediately and ran around to her front, holding his cock. He jerked on it a few times and covered her face with his spunk before sitting back down, exhausted.

"You look like a fucking slut, my dear," Mark told Jenn with a big ole' smile. She just smiled back at him, licking the cum from her face.

"Oh, I think I'm ready for bed," I said. "Why don't you all spend the night? We've been hitting the drinks kind of hard."

Everyone agreed. I think they were hoping to all pile into the same bed, but I sent them to their own room, and I went to the master bedroom with my husband.

"I think you enjoyed yourself," I said to him.

"Oh, and you didn't?"

"Oh, I did," I said with a smile.

"How much will we remember tomorrow?"

"I hope everything... or nothing. My head is going to throb."

We fell asleep naked and slept in till after the sun came up. I was the last one to wake, and my head was throbbing, just as predicted.

"Care for some hair of the dog?" I was asked as someone passed me a drink. I wasn't sure who. My eyes weren't working that well yet.

"How are you all functioning so much better than me?"

"Well, you out drank us all last night," my husband informed me as he kissed me on the head.

I downed my drink, wondering what had happened. Then, I figured it out. Seeing the naked bodies helped. "Why are you all still naked?"

"Well, I wasn't sure what you were going to be up for, or how long you were going to be up for it," Jenn said, and I like to be ready for anything.

I felt I was being set up for a question.

"We really enjoyed ourselves last night, and have a small favor to ask."

"OK..." I said, hesitantly.

"Mark is leaving for a few weeks, and instead of getting a lover, I was wondering about..."

"You want to borrow my husband?"

"Actually, I want to see about using the two of you together. I wasn't sure about asking until last night. It would be fun and let me knock a few things off my wish list."

"Oh, like?"

"Fucking a woman, being in a threesome with two girls... since already I got two guys last night. You know, fairly basic stuff."

I thought about my own list. They weren't the same things, and my husband only knew some of them.

"Let me think about it," I said, knowing I was going to give in. But first I was going to knock a few of my items off my list, like getting DPed, and having a woman eat a cream pie out of my pussy.

I smiled as I looked down at my drink.

"Let me freshen up... no one do anything stupid like get dressed now..." I said as I left smiling at the thoughts I had running through my throbbing head. If it felt better soon, I was definitely going to knock a few things off my list. That's for sure.

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I can guarantee that if saw another many put his cock inside my wife, I would cum!

It most definitely would. I would go and stick my woody into my wife's mouth while she kept fucking.