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Kathy jumps at the chance to fulfill MMF fantasy

“Thanks again for the tickets, that was awesome!” Paul and I walked down the street to my house.

“No problem, Bro,” I said, searching my pockets for my house keys.

We had just spent the afternoon out at a series of professional fights. The arena was only a twenty-five-minute walk away from my place, so Paul had parked here and we had walked down.

It was about eleven thirty, we hadn’t eaten much and been drinking beers all afternoon. Naturally, I offered to let Paul stay overnight or at least until he was sober enough to drive. We texted our wives about the situation and they had agreed.

We don’t get out like this often. Plus, with my kids staying with my folks this weekend, we could sleep in without dealing with them.

Walking into the house, I was immediately greeted by my wife, Kathy. “Hey, Babe! How was it?” She had clearly been drinking. Looking at the kitchen table confirmed that she had downed a bottle and then some of her fruity wine drink, which we playfully called ‘wife-bait.’

Scooping her into my arms for a kiss and squeeze, I said, “It was great, Hon. You didn’t need to wait up.”

Kathy patted my cheek lightly before turning to welcome Paul. “Nonsense, when do I get the chance to entertain two studly men?!” she said, in a sultry, playful tone. “Hey you,” she greeted Paul, slipping into the crook of his arm and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Paul looked at me expectantly, and I shared his thought. Kathy was in quite a flirtatious mood, and anything might happen under the current circumstances.

Paul and his lovely wife Dana, are our best friends. In recent years, we had grown so close that we occasionally swapped partners. It hadn’t happened very often, but was always a welcome diversion.

All four of us loved and respected each other, especially each other’s relationship. So, we established a firm ‘no secrets’ rule, as well as a rule that if any of the four of us said ‘no,’ then nothing happened. For several years now, this had served us quite well.

Tonight, I had the distinct impression that Kathy was looking to cross a fantasy or two off her list.

Paul looked at me with a lecherous grin, which I returned. Kathy led us into the kitchen and fetched us a couple of beers. My buddy was appreciating her tight peach of an ass when I caught his eye, motioning him to text his wife. Paul nodded and got to work on his phone.

As Kathy passed me my beer, I pulled her into my lap. She giggled delightfully as I nuzzled into her neck. “You seem in the mood for some fun, Babe,” I said.

Whispering back seductively, she said, “Oh, you know it.”

“Does Dana know what might happen tonight?” I asked, nibbling on her ear.

My wife purred deliciously and showed me her text history. It revealed the girls had talked about Kathy taking on both husbands this evening. Her last message from Dana read, “Oh, super-jealous, have fun you dirty slut!”

Realizing that things were game on, I felt a stir in my pants. Paul looked up from his phone, giving me a smile and a thumbs up. I assumed his wife had given him a green light for tonight.

Kathy poured herself another glass, sat down and asked, “How were the fights?” Paul began telling her about the event.

I pulled out my phone to text his wife. “Hey Ryn,” I sent, calling her by a nickname, “Going to miss you tonight.”

She replied, “Miss you too, lover. Have fun, Kathy is really excited to take on both of you, give it to her good!”

I chuckled quietly to myself, sending back, “no pressure then, lol.”

Her reply read, “You’ve got this,” followed by a winky face emoji.

Settling in, I savored my beer as we drank and discussed the fights. Paul and I traded observations on the fighters’ techniques while we showed Kathy pictures.

Flipping through the pictures brought up a couple of the ring girls for the event. That quickly led to Paul and I discussing how they looked and were treated. Kathy took interest in the Persian looking one who was showing off a lot of cleavage.

“That girl has definitely done some stripping,” she announced.

Paul and I shrugged at that.

“Oh, come on,” she exclaimed. “She is no stranger to the pole.”

Paul guffawed loudly at that, and I challenged, “How would you know? Like you are an expert on stripping.”

Rounding on me with mischief in her golden-brown eyes, she fired back, “You think I don’t know anything about stripping?!”

“Hey Babe, you are great at taking of your clothes. Stripping is about putting on a show and building tension and anticipation in your audience… and not tripping.” I said, teasing her a bit for her well-known clumsiness.

Sticking her tongue out at me, Kathy turned to Paul and asked, “You think I would make a good stripper, don’t you?” She used her hands to push up her c-cup tits at him as she made a pouty-face.

Paul ogled her hungrily. “Well, there is one way to find out,” he suggested.

“Huh?” said Kathy.

Reading Paul’s intention, I piped in, “Yeah, strip for us!”

For a minute, Kathy looked back and forth between us, thinking. Downing her glass, she stood and said, “alright!” and retreated to our bedroom. “No peeking, put on some music!” she called to us, “and pour me another!”

Paul and I looked at each other and pushed the table to the side of room so Kathy would have a place to perform. Sitting down on opposite sides of the table, we faced the open area. I asked Kathy, “what sort of music?”

“Stripper music… with a beat!” she called through the door. I did as she asked.

Paul and I helped ourselves to another beer, filled Kathy’s glass and clinked the bottles together, waiting for my wife to put on her show.

Walking out of the bedroom, she was wearing one of my white dress shirts and her green scale print mermaid leggings. Her gorgeous long brown hair was down and cascading over her shoulders. Swaying a moment to the music, my wife strutted over to me and leaned in.

“How’s this?” she asked with a sexy grin, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“Damn good start,” I answered, reaching out to undo the top shirt button.

Kathy slapped my hand away. “No touching the stripper,” she said, wagging her finger at us. She downed her drink, shook herself and whooped, “Woo! Alright!” psyching herself up.

Standing in the center of the room, she moved to the music; swaying, rolling her hips and bouncing around playfully. Bending over away from us, she ran her hands up her legs and over her sides before slipping them up and under her hair. She twirled to face us, flipping her hair back and thrusting her chest out. It was damned sexy, I wondered whether she had been practicing.

Paul let out a whistle of appreciation and Kathy stalked over to him. She bent forward putting her chest right up to his face. Taking his hands, she pulled them up to undo a couple buttons of the shirt, letting them brush over her breasts lightly.

“Hey, you said no touching!” I called over.

Looking at me mischievously, Kathy said, “you can touch, what the stripper says you can touch.” While she was talking, Paul attempted to feel her breasts more, earning a light slap across his cheek.

“Tease,” he said, fidgeting in his seat.

Kathy giggled, popping her ass out at us, “That’s the idea.”

With a few buttons undone, Paul and I could spy enticing hints of her purple lacy bra. Kathy danced around undoing more buttons, holding the shirt together with one hand. She motioned for me to undo the last one. Happily complying, the shirt flew open, exposing her gorgeous lace-covered flesh. Kathy bent forward, squeezing her cleavage together for me, staying just out of reach.

Shirt fully opened and fluttering as she moved, she danced over to Paul. Turning away from him, she arched her back and let the shirt slide off her arms and into his lap. Twirling around, she bent over, pulling his face to her lace covered breasts. After letting Paul get a good feel of her tits, Kathy danced over to me, granting me the same treatment.

Paul and I grinned at each other as she took position in the middle of the room. Her lacy purple bra and green scale leggings gave her the impression of a slutty mermaid. The tights hugged her shapely hips perfectly as she rolled them around and turned away from us. Bending from the waist and spreading her legs, she presented her firm peach of an ass to us, running her hands up her leg.

“Hey boys, having a good time?” she asked, swaying seductively to the beat of the music.

“Hell yeah!” I said, enthusiastically.

“Absolutely!” said Paul.

Kathy giggled, clearly loving our adoration. “Ooo, it is so hot in here,” she mewed, running her hand over her tights covered pussy. I adjusted my growing erection, watching intently as she rubbed at herself, moaning softly.

Eyes glazed with desire; she took the sides of her tights in her hands. Arching her back, Kathy stuck out her ass and slowly peeled them off. Paul and I whooped as she revealed her purple lace panties to us. Stepping out of them, Kathy threw the tights to me; the scent of her excitement assaulted my nostrils.

Really putting some ‘umph’ into her performance, she moved with confidence to the music. Sliding to the floor, she crawled up to Paul, slid up his legs, and pursed her lips. Just shy of letting him press his lips to hers, she slipped back down to the floor. Slinking away from him, mouthing soundless dirty talk and blowing kisses.

Crawling to center of the room, Kathy rolled onto her back and lifted her legs straight into the air. The view of her lovely legs and the purple strip of material covering her heavenly mound was breath-taking. Splitting her legs apart as she sat up, she ran her hands down her thighs seductively.

“You boys married?” she asked, tracing her fingers along the frilly edges of her panties.

Paul and I mumbled, “Yeah,” simultaneously. Our eyes fixed on her playful fingers.

“So, you came here to see a real slut, didn’t you?” she teased, rubbing her breasts sensuously.

We nodded, enraptured by her performance.

Kathy shone with confidence, stalking up to me. Straddling me on the chair, she leaned back and said, “Think you can handle this?” indicating her lacy bra.

My hands went to the clasp on the front of her bra, deftly undoing it. She held it to her chest, pushing her cleavage up at me. I leaned in to nuzzle the soft flesh she presented me, but she pulled back, standing up. “Ah ah, you had your touch already,” she scolded me.

Strutting over to Paul, she settled onto him, thrusting her still covered breasts up at him. “Wanna see?” she asked. Kathy allowed him to slide the straps off her shoulders.

Taking her hands away, she displayed her lovely breasts to him. Paul leaned forward sliding the bra down her arms, bringing him close enough to flick out his tongue at one of her erect nipples.

Kathy purred excitedly, moving off of Paul’s lap. “That was your touch, my turn.” she said. Turning around, my wife lowered her firm bottom onto his lap, grinding against him. Paul nearly grabbed her hips, but thought better of it.

Instead, he put his hands behind his head and leaned back, pushing his hips up. He groaned appreciatively as she moved against his hard cock.

Rubbing myself, I enjoyed the show, anticipating my turn.

Kathy’s chest was flushed red when she got off of my friend’s lap. Looking hungrily at me, she strode over to stand in front of my chair. She ran her hands all over her chest, swaying seductively for me. Rolling her hips at me, I saw the gusset of her panties was damp.

Her eyes half-hooded and cheeks flushed, she appeared to be in a heightened state of arousal. “Ready to see it all?” she asked, and then turned, bending away from me. Taking the sides of her panties, she slid them down her shapely legs. Her pussy was framed perfectly for me, just inches away.

The scent of her made my mouth water. Leaning in, I ran my tongue along her wet folds. Kathy gasped and fell towards me a bit. The panties were around her knees, keeping her from moving away. Grasping her ass, I held her steady as I buried my tongue in her horny slit.

Clumsily, Kathy stepped out of her panties, moaning as I sucked on her clit. She slapped my hands off of her ass, saying, “Don’t forget the rules, naughty boy.”

Now fully naked, she straddled me on the chair, holding my arms away from her as she humped against the tent in my shorts. Kathy savored the sensation of my rigidness trapped beneath her, moving against me in long strokes. “Mmm, is that for me?” she cooed.

“Anytime,” I answered.

Turning away, she lowered her ass to my lap and rubbed her wet mound on my erection.

Looking over at Paul, she asked, “How about you? How do you like your slutty stripper?”

“Awesome,” he said enthusiastically, “Even better if she were over here.” He indicated his lap.

With a saucy giggle, Kathy got off my lap and went over to straddle Paul. My shorts were now soaked with Kathy’s juices. So, I stripped them off and slowly stroked myself, watching my naked wife gyrate on my friend across the table.

Paul leaned in and Kathy allowed him to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes, purring as he made his way up her neck to nibble on her ear. Stripping off my shirt, I continued watching as she really got into grinding on Paul.

Pushing him away, she stood and turned around, preparing to lower her naked ass onto Paul’s lap. She hesitated when she noticed me sitting naked, stroking my hard cock as I watched her perform. Smiling lustfully, she blew me a kiss, lowering her ass to grind on Paul.

I perceived a momentary expression of surprise from her. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she slowly settled on Paul’s lap. Rather than grinding on him to the rhythm of the music, Kathy moved very little. Her head tilted up, eyes slid half closed and mouth stayed parted absentmindedly.

Curious, I stood and saw that Paul had slipped his pants down when Kathy had turned away from him. She sat impaled upon his naked cock, shuddering in pleasure as my best friend pulled his shirt over his head.

Kathy looked over at me, eyes glazed with desire. She began bouncing up and down on his rigid cock slowly, watching me stroke mine. “Ugh! Oh fuck! That hard cock feels so good!” she moaned.

Paul gave her ass a firm smack, holding her steady as she impaled herself over and over. “Mmm, yes! You dirty fucker, use the slut!” she cried out between her delightful gasps of joy.

Bottoming out on him, she rolled around on his lap, savoring the feeling of his hard steel buried inside her. I saw the crimson flush of orgasm spread across her chest as she sighed with satisfaction.

Taking a deep breath to collect herself, Kathy stood, looking back at Paul’s cock wistfully. I stayed in my seat thinking she would come over and ride me in the same way.

Instead, she spun around and straddled Paul, directing his cock back into her dripping pussy. Looking at me, my wife pounded her cunt down on his cock forcefully, saying, “Ugh, fuck yes. This cock seems to think I am a damn good stripper, don’t you think? Are you ready to see me be a real slut?”

“Fuck yeah!” Standing, I made my way over to where she was vigorously fucking my friend. Paul leaned back, bracing himself as she repeatedly slammed her cunt down the length of his rampant erection.

Looking to Paul, she commanded him, “Alright, stud. Time to fuck this slut senseless!” Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes, savoring every sensation as she gave herself over to the role of nymphomaniac.

“Best. Stripper. Ever,” he said, watching her ride his manhood with delight. “You like that cock, slut?”

“Oh fuck, yes, I love it!” she cried, growing frantic.

Suddenly, Paul sat up. Gripping her tightly, he held Kathy to his lap, embedded on his cock. “Do you want more?” he demanded.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Yes, more!”

Paul stood, picking Kathy up. She wrapped her legs around him, throwing her arms around his neck. Grabbing her by the ass, he bounced my slutty wife on his cock powerfully. I stood not two feet away, enthralled at the sight. The slickness of her cunt flowed over his cock so that their genitals glistened with her juices. Paul grunted with effort, ramming into her repeatedly.

“Oh! F-fuck!” she cried, clinging onto Paul tightly as they fucked. Her moaning turned to animalistic squeals of delight. With every downward motion her incredible ass rippled with elastic buoyancy.

Panting from the exertion, Paul turned and laid Kathy onto the table, taking a moment to rest. Her face was flushed and sweaty, strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. She breathed deeply, recovering from the intense climax my friend just treated her to.

Presenting her my own erect offering, she sucked on it greedily, moaning with deep appreciation.

Still buried to the hilt in Kathy’s pussy, Paul pulled her to the edge of the table and plowed into her with long strokes. The depth of his cock was evident by its outline expanding her abdomen.

“Does this slut like getting fed two cocks?” I asked.

Groaning around my cock, she cried, “Mmm, fuck, fuck yes!”

Increasing the pace of his pounding, the table rocked under Kathy. The slap of his body meeting hers filled the room. “Here it comes! Where do you want it?” Paul asked urgently, hammering his meat into her savagely.

Releasing my cock, she yelled, “my tits, cover my tits!”

Pulling out of her, he moved back quickly. Kathy jumped off the table and knelt in front of him. Jerking himself violently over her as she pushed her tits together, his cock erupted. “Gagh argh ah!” he gasped, blasting out ropes of cum, spattering all over her lovely breasts.

Scooping up a glob of his cum, Kathy stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, savoring it. “Mmm, tastes good,” she told him. Paul sat on his chair, catching his breath. Crawling up to him, my wife hungrily sucked on his cum covered cock.

Her ass waggled in front of me, pussy still open and red from Paul fucking her. Kneeling behind her, I lined up my cock at her gaping hole.

“Ugh, oh fuck, yes,” she groaned around Paul’s cock as I slid into her well fucked cunt. She felt fucking amazing. The walls of her pussy her slick and soft, hugging my cock, as I gradually built speed.

“Holy shit,” Paul said, groaning as Kathy worked to clean his cock and keep him hard. “You like that cock, slut?”

Sucking at the base of his cock, Kathy stroked his cock, making it ready for action. “Uh yeah, uh, I fucking love cock!” she said, pushing her ass back into me as I fiercely rammed into her. “I’m gonna fuck you bad boys like your wives never have.”

Hearing that, I determined to treat her like the slut she was playing. Slamming into her fully, I reached under her and rubbed her sensitive clit.

The force of my thrust had lodged Paul’s cock in her throat. Kathy gurgled rapturously, cumming hard around my cock. “Ugh oomm ah fuagh!” she grunted around the meat in her mouth. Shaking uncontrollably, her sweat covered body vibrated as her pussy clamped down on my cock.

Increasing the pressure of my hard pole inside her, I rubbed her clit vigorously, ramping up the intensity of her climax. Kathy’s body stiffened, stealing her breath, her arms and legs shaking violently as she gasped loudly on Paul’s cock.

Suddenly, she went limp between us. “Holy crap! She passed out! You’ve fucked her unconscious!” Paul exclaimed.

Concerned, I quickly gathered her into my arms and took her into the bedroom. I was just about to lay her down on the bed when she came to with a start. “Oh! uh oh?” she looked around confused for a moment. “How?” she asked.

“You passed out,” I told her, “Are you OK?”

Instantly, she was the wanton slut as before. She pulled me in for a needy kiss and demanded, “you two aren’t done. Holy fuck, my cunt is on fire!” I tossed her on the bed and she shimmied to the edge, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Pulling her labia apart and rubbing at her clit, she demanded, “One of you better fuck me now!”

My erection had gone down a bit, but Paul’s was raging and ready. He stepped up to Kathy’s wide-open pussy, and rubbed his bulbous head against her. Lubing up with her juices, he sank his length into her, both of them groaning appreciatively.

“Fuck, that’s good!” she said, watching intently as his cock disappeared inside her. “I fucking love being filled with cock! You like this stripper cunt?”

“Fuck yes, slut,” Paul answered, sawing his cock back and forth with measured strokes.

Kathy grabbed her knees and pulled them back, holding herself wide for him. “Fuck me like a slut, you fucking bastard, I’m not your wife, use me! Use that fucking cunt!”

Paul looked at me incredulously for a moment. The grin on my face reassured him to go along. Kathy was giving in to her fantasy completely, and I couldn’t be happier.

With savage glee, Paul hammered his cock into Kathy’s pussy viciously. “Is this what you want, slut?” he grunted.

Nodding enthusiastically, she bounced with the force of his assault. “Yes, fuck it! Use me! This pussy is your fucking pleasure pit!” she cried through gritted teeth. “Oh God! Oh, oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck it, please, keep going, oh fuck!” Kathy’s skin flushed red and her eyes rolled back into her head as another climax overtook her body.

Paul leapt upon the bed and continued slamming his hard meat into her as she shook and moaned incoherently. My erection felt like steel in my hand, watching them fuck like animals was exhilarating.

Once Kathy’s orgasm subsided, Paul rolled off of her to catch his breath. Her cunt glowed red and visibly pulsated as I pulled her to me and slid my cock inside. “H-holy fuck!” Kathy yelped as I thrust into her sensitive fuck hole.

Grabbing her hips, I plowed into her with unrelenting fury. “Fucking slut, my wife never fucks like this!” I yelled. She could only make guttural noises, her eyes rolling into her head. Kathy’s face was vision of overpowering sexual abandon, vacillating between ecstatic bliss and carnal need.

Paul knelt next to her on the bed, feeding his cock to her face. She could barely keep it in her mouth as I crashed into her. Adjusting her position, the sounds of her gagging and gargling around Paul’s cock rang out.

Witnessing my lovely wife acting like such an eager slut had my climax building fast. “I’m going to cum!” I warned her.

Pulling herself off of Paul’s dick, she screamed, “Inside, fill my cunt!”

Grabbing her tightly, I pulled our bodies together with barbaric intensity. Our pelvis’ smashing into each other sounded painful. My cock grew hot and ached as I slammed into her. “Arrrgh!” I cried; my molten seed burst forth, filling Kathy’s quivering cunt, turning it into a frothy mess.

Moaning all over Paul’s cock, Kathy rubbed at her clit as I slowly pulled out of her pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, she withdrew them covered in cum. “Mmm, fuck, I love it,” she said, sucking her fingers into her mouth. Attacking Paul’s cock, she pushed him onto his back, sucking it desperately.

Her ass was hovering in front of me as I recovered. I relished the sight of her perfect peach with its dripping pussy center. Giving her several hard smacks to the ass earned groans and shudders from her lithe, irresistible body. Gasping loudly, she stood up and straddled Paul with a sexy, manic laugh, “I really fucking love this!”

Lowering herself, she grasped his cock, rubbing it along her juicy pussy lips. “Am I the best slut you’ve ever fucked?” my wife asked, slipping his cock head inside.

“Fuck yes, you are,” Paul answered, his eyes fixed on where his cock was disappearing. “Ride that cock, slut!”

Kathy slid down his cock until it was fully embedded, wriggling her hips and sighing with carnal satisfaction. Kneeling next to her on the bed, I stroked my half-erect cock and encouraged her, “you are so fucking hot, ride him hard!” Her eyes locked on my hand as I stroked my cock. Biting her lip with avarice, she placed her hands on Paul’s chest and rode his cock like a Porn star.

“Stroke for me, stroke that thick cock,” she begged, pushing back on to Paul’s rigid rod. Licking her lips she watched me beat my meat. Fervently, she rode my friend harder and harder. “So, ugh, good, ugh, I love it, ugh, ugh, fuck!” she confessed, her body shuddering every time her thighs met Paul’s.

“You are the best,” I said, stroking my rigid cock in time with her burying my best friend’s manhood in her hungry hole.

Paul grasped Kathy’s ass, planted his feet, thrusting up into her rapidly. Mouth opened wide; she gasped suddenly as his assault triggered another climax.

Grabbing her by the hair, I forced my cock down her throat. She moaned, reaching new peaks of orgasmic delight, as Paul and I used her body for our pleasure.

Hammering his cock into her, Paul warned, “ugh, here it comes!” Giving her a final savage thrust, he grunted primitively, pumping his load deep into my wife’s needy cunt.

Witnessing her shuddering in ecstasy as my friend groaned his satisfaction, painting the walls of my bride’s womb with his seed, I felt my own release imminent. No longer able to hold back, I pumped at my turgid organ furiously, blowing my first shot of cum across her face.

Kathy quickly enveloped the head of my cock with her mouth and grabbed the shaft. Greedily, she stroked hard, draining me as I shot jets of cum down her throat.

Once we were finished, the three of us held still for about thirty seconds, catching our breath. I flopped onto the bed bedside Kathy as she rolled off of Paul’s shrinking cock, settling beside me. She was a glorious vision of womanly sexuality. Body glistening with sweat in the dim light, breasts heaving gently as she breathed.

Her ‘just-been-fucked’ hair was a sensual mess, and, somehow, the sight of the cum spattered on her face, chest and pussy made her seem more beautiful. She smiled at us tiredly, her expression, one of complete post-coital contentment.

“Well, boys, how was that?” she sighed, lazily rubbing around her clit.

I let out a laugh, “Wow, Babe! That was something else!”

“I second that!” Paul chimed in.

Kathy smiled sweetly at our praise, basking in her own soft self-satisfaction.

“You still going there?” I asked, pointing to her hand working softly at her clit.

She sighed, “mmm, I am vibrating all over, just trying to calm down.”

Paul and I laid next to her, admiring her beauty as she eased off of her sensual high.

After a few minutes, she sat up, saying, “better get cleaned up before I fall asleep.” Hopping off the bed, Paul and I followed her to the bathroom. Warming a washcloth she tenderly cleaned off our cocks, we returned the favor quietly praising her. The three of us brushed our teeth and prepared for bed, none of us bothering to put on any clothes.

Kathy and I crawled into bed and Paul slipped in on her other side. Snuggling in between us with a happy sigh, she looked deeply into my eyes and gave me a tender kiss.

“Thank you. I… I never could’ve done that… without you, without our trust. Are you… are you happy with me” she whispered; her eyes shone lovingly seeking reassurance.

Returning her loving gaze, I kissed her softly. “You’re incredible, Hon. I’m glad you’re happy”

“Yeah, your welcome,” Paul piped in.

We chuckled softly, settling in to sleep.

“No, really guys…” she continued. “That was perfect. I never could have done anything like that if I didn’t trust both of you completely.” She broke out into hearty laughs, “You treated me like a slut in such a gentlemanly way.”

Paul and I joined her in laughing at her accurate, yet ludicrous, description of what we had just experienced.

Turning to face Paul, Kathy nestled her body against mine. Within minutes the three of us were fast asleep.

Waking with a need for the bathroom, I swung out of bed and strode out to the hall. Glancing back, I saw that Kathy and Paul were spooning, half exposed from when I tossed the blanket off myself. Paul’s arm had reached around and was cupping one of my wife’s lovely breasts. Smiling, I made my way to the bathroom and did my business.

Grabbing my phone off the kitchen table, I noted the time was three-thirty. Dana had sent me a text. “Hope you boys gave Kathy a great time. Super lonely here.” The timestamp labeled the message around one in the morning. It was followed by a picture. Dana’s gorgeous naked breasts were framed below her lovely face and full lips. The image made me ache for her, it carried the caption, Miss you so bad, lover.’

Answering her text, I wrote, “Damn, I am ready to drive out there, right now! We have to set up a ‘sleepover’ or some time together soon. Love you.”

Sending my reply, I sat for a minute, hoping she would answer right away, giving me an excuse to go to her. Seeing that she was obviously not answering, I made my way to the bedroom.

Hearing a soft moan from the hall, I was prepared for the sight that greeted me there. They were still spooning, only now Paul was kissing her neck, fondling her tits and driving his erection between her legs. Kathy’s eyes were closed but she was clearly responding to my friend’s attention, moaning softly and grinding back.

The scene was so intimate. Within moments my heartbeat was thundering in my ears. Jealousy and desire danced within me. This was growing far more romantic than I had ever witnessed them before. Curiosity and more than a touch of voyeurism won out. I didn’t want to interrupt their half-asleep petting, lest I stop the magic. Leaning against the doorway, I watched them, wondering how far it would go.

Kathy’s mouth opened, her head arching back as her arousal grew. Raising her leg, she gave Paul easier access to her pussy. The action caused the sheets fall off of them, granting me full view of their half-asleep affair. Paul’s cock ran back and forth along my wife’s moist labia. Her folds gripped at his shaft, lubing up its length with her juices.

Arching her back further, Kathy moved to position herself so his cock would slide into her. Paul leaned back, hunching up his hips. Pushing into her slowly, he held up her raised leg and began giving her deep thrusts of his meat. Gasps and moans of pleasure quickly filled the room.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, pushing back as his cock drove into her. Her chest rose and fell with every thrust, flushing crimson with excitement.

My erection twitched, pointing at the ceiling as I witnessed my wife and best friend making love.

Kathy turned to Paul; his cock dislodging from her slick cunt. They kissed passionately and she threw her leg over his, directing him back inside. “Oh, Paul,” she mewed, driving her ass down as they built speed.

The passion and familiarity with which they made love brought out a fresh pang of jealousy within me. Though I knew they loved each other, and what they were experiencing here was nothing I hadn’t shared with Paul’s wife many times before; I had never seen them giving themselves to each other in this way before.

For a few seconds, the feeling was almost overpowering. Then it was replaced with great love and pride for my wife. She is gorgeous, of course other men want her, and Paul cared for her, so much the better. I knew I had nothing to fear, none of us were looking to hurt our relationships and permission had been given. Stroking my rigid cock quietly, I decided to give them this time together without joining in. At least, not right away.

After a minute or so of fucking on their sides, Paul rolled on top of my wife. The uninhibited groan of satisfaction she let out nearly made me blow my load. Her arms and legs wrapped around my best friend as they locked lips. His hips pushed hard into her, ramming his cock in as deep as he possibly could.

“Oh God, Paul, yes,” she softly cried, clinging to him tightly. She encouraged him as he lunged into her with increasing force. “Yes, oh yes, come on, that’s it, come on.” Kathy’s hips rolled under Paul in perfect union with his thrusts. “Yeah, fuck me Baby, come on, yes, yes, ah, there it is!”

Paul let out a deep groan, blasting cum deep inside my wife’s willing body. His balls contracted over and over again as he filled her. They shuddered together in the ecstasy of their shared climax and kissed tenderly in the aftermath.

Before long, Paul rolled off Kathy, who appeared to have fallen asleep, legs spread wide. He got off the bed and gave me a wry smile with a tired fist bump on his way by, making his way to the restroom.

Climbing onto the bed, I slid my cock into Kathy’s dripping pussy, settling on top of her. “Oh, oh, what the fu… oh God! Holy fucking shit!” Kathy cried out. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, her cunt spasmed, gripping my cock wildly. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she repeated over and over.

Lunging into her shuddering body forcefully, I managed to ride her orgasm for a minute before my climax. Burying my cock and holding her ass tightly against me, I gasped loudly, pumping hot jizz into her sloppy cunt.

“W-wow! What the fuck was that?” my exhausted wife asked, “My body just exploded. Like, Holy fuck, wow.”

Still wrapped in her arms, I murmured tiredly, “That was fucking perfect, Hon. You are amazing.”

We held each other close, tenderly kissing.

My next thought occurred while waking the next morning. Kathy was nestled into me on the bed and Paul was facing away on the other side. Getting out of the bed, I took a moment to admire my lovely naked wife.

Last night was a fantasy, one I had never dared to entertain. Her ability to let go and grant the three of us a night to remember astounded me. I counted myself, and Paul, among the luckiest men on Earth.

Heading out into the kitchen, I set about making coffee. As I was grinding the beans, Kathy wrapped her arms around me from behind. “Mmm, good morning, Big Boy,” she said, reaching around, she gave my cock a friendly tug.

The sensation of her naked flesh pressing into me caused my cock to twitch in her hand. “Good morning, Dream Girl,” I said. Switching the coffee maker ‘on,’ I turned, embraced her and shared a slow tender kiss.

Sighing contently, she smiled broadly saying, “Last night was… wow. I mean, that was one of the best experiences of my life. I have never felt so free and sexy.” Letting out a laugh, she continued, “I think, I think I love being a slut… well… a slut for you.”

“You’ll get no complaint from me,” I said. Seeing Paul emerge from the bedroom behind her, I added, “…or from Paul, I’ll bet.”

Kathy blushed and bit her lip, reminiscing, “two studs are better than one.” Unknown to her, Paul had snuck up behind her. Taking his half erect cock, he rubbed it along the cleft of her ass cheeks. “Ah!” Kathy let out in delighted shock, she laughed, “ha, speak of the devil, eh?”

“A pleasant devil, I hope,” said Paul, giving Kathy a kiss on the cheek.

I could feel Kathy growing warmer as Paul and I pressed up against her. The strange silence of sexual tension filled the room. The gurgling of the coffee maker was the only sound.

Kathy broke the silence, “well, Hubby brought me coffee, let’s see if the devil brought breakfast.” At that, she slid to her knees between us taking our cocks in her hands. Sucking Paul’s cock into her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down on it moaning happily.

Once Paul’s cock was fully rigid and soaked in saliva, Kathy motioned for me to sit down. Crawling up to me, she stroked my cock, eyeing it hungrily, before looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at Paul. “Come on, Devil. Give me that dick!” she ordered.

Turning back to me, Kathy took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it while pumping the shaft.

Paul got on his knees behind my wife, rubbing his cock along her slit. She moaned around my cock as she felt him penetrating her moist opening. Taking hold of her hips, he slowly pushed his hard length into her.

Taking more of my cock into her mouth as Paul thrust into her, Kathy moaned heartily. Working all of his nine inches into her, she yelped at the intensity of the sensation every time Paul bottomed out. Losing concentration, she rested her head on my thigh, gripping my cock as he fucked her harder.

“How does that cock feel in your pussy, Babe?” I asked.

Groaning against my thigh, she gasped between Paul’s hard thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck me, come on, fuck me.” Her pleading grew into intense squeals of pleasure. Paul grinned predatorily, forcefully hammering at Kathy’s pussy. The hard wet slap as his thighs slammed into her rang in our ears. Her ass rippled violently, pushing back against his pounding thighs.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet! You’re fucking soaking! You love my cock, don’t you?” Paul hissed through gritted teeth, fucking her relentlessly.

Nodding enthusiastically, Kathy cried, “Yes! Fuck! I love it!” Her voice wavered as the sensations overpowered her, building toward climax. “Gah, oh Fuck! Yes! Ah, ah, aaahhooowwaa!” Screaming gutturally, her orgasm consumed her.

“Holy fuck!” Paul cried, Kathy’s cunt gushed fluid and spasmed wildly around his cock.

Gripping her hair tightly, I held her face against my throbbing cock. With her mouth open wide, I ran her tongue along its length. “Fuck her senseless! Don’t let up.” I instructed.

Ramming into Kathy with fury, his cock was slick with her copious juices. Kathy’s ass glowed red from the beating it was taking, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Breathing heavy, Paul cried, “ah fuck! Argh!” Burying his meat into her vibrating cunt so hard that he shoved Kathy and I back several inches. “Fuck! Take it!”

He grunted, shooting his load into my wife as deep as he possibly could. Upon feeling him swell and fill her, Kathy’s body went stiff, shuddering as the intense sensation washed through her.

Sweating profusely, Paul slowly pulled his softening cock out of my wife. She whimpered weakly, still shaking against my lap. I stroked her hair gently, allowing her time to recover.

Before long, she resumed running her tongue up and down the length of my stiff cock. “Oh damn,” she said, “that ‘devil dick’ was so fucking good. He really gave me the heat.”

Lying on his back on the floor, Paul smiled weakly, giving a thumbs up.

Bobbing her head on my cock energetically, Kathy’s strength returned as she blew me. “Mmm,” she moaned, licking along my shaft, “I love having two cocks ready for me.”

Pulling her up to me, we kissed passionately as I positioned the head of my cock along her sloppy cunt lips. She shuddered deliciously as she sank down onto my rampant manhood. “Holy fuck, that’s good,” she moaned, her cunt muscles gripping along my thick hard length.

Savoring the moment, I kissed and nibbled her neck as she ground herself on my lap. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I told her.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she nipped at my ear a couple times before kissing me again. “I love you so much,” she cooed to me, rocking her hips against me. “Thank you,” she continued, “this has been so… unbelievable! I just love it!”

Taking her ass in my hands, I moved with her as she rocked against me, shuddering in delight as my cock poked at her firm cervix. “Tell me everything, Babe,” I said, “Tell me exactly what you love.”

She let out a soft laugh, “Heh, I love your cocks. They are both so good, so different. You touch me in different ways inside. Ugh!” Her face contorted as a wave of joy swept over her.

Holding her securely, I stood with her wrapped around me, turned and placed her on the edge of the counter. Leaning back, Kathy spread her legs wide, watching intently as my thick cock slowly moved in and out of her messy cunt. “I love cum,” she whispered, “it’s so good!”

“Yeah,” I said.

Nodding, she said, “Yeah, I do. So much more than I thought… I love everything about it. How it tastes, how it feels on my skin, ugh and I absolute can’t live without having cocks fill me. Nothing compares to the heat of it inside me. It makes me feel so sexy, so good.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked, pushing into her slutty fuck tunnel harder. “You want our cum?”

A flush of red spread from her pussy up her torso. “Uh huh! Fill me, fill me up! Give me that thick cum! I want it, I want it all!” she cried, face contorting with longing. Grabbing under her spread thighs, I plowed into her wet hole, balls slapping her ass where she hung over the edge of the counter.

Leaning in to kiss her, Kathy pushed me back, her eyes focused manically on the action between her legs. Begging desperately, she cried, “I wanna see it! Come on, I wanna see you cum for me! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Mindlessly repeating, “Fuck!” every time my thrusting meat filled her, Kathy’s breasts heaved as her breath grew ragged. My cock grew harder and hotter, the counter shaking as I slammed into her. “F-fffuuuccckkk yes! Give it! Give it! Give it!” she hollered.

“Grrraagghhh!” I growled, blowing cum into Kathy’s spasming cunt. Her fuck tunnel squeezing my cock as I pumped her pussy into a frothing mess.

“Oh, oh, fuck yes! Look at it, oh God yes!” Kathy rubbed her clit wildly, watching cum pour out of her gaping cunt. “Agh, God! I fucking love it!”

I stood back, watching her with awe, her hand a blur on her sensitive nub. With a sharp inhalation, an intense orgasm possessed her, tossing her backward on the counter as she gasped, quivering from head to toe with pleasure.

Paul and I stood, marveling at her sublime beauty as she lay on the counter, basking in the afterglow of her climax. “Wow, Babe,” I said in awe.

“Yeah, just wow!” Paul agreed.

Enjoying our adoration, Kathy sat up, saying, “little help here?” Both of us rushed to her, each taking an arm, helping her off the counter. “Good boys,” she said, sinking to her knees. Taking our spent cocks into her hands, she lovingly sucked and licked us clean, making sounds of deep contentment.

When she finished, Kathy walked to the bathroom and said, “thanks boys, can you get me breakfast while I get cleaned up?”

“Sure, Babe!” I called to her, getting out the coffee mugs and preparing to making some toast and eggs. Paul took it upon himself to clean the mess on the counter and floor.

In short order, the three of us donned underwear and enjoyed a lazy Sunday morning breakfast. About eleven o’clock, Paul said his goodbyes, thanking Kathy and I over and over for the crazy night we shared. I told Paul to warn his wife that her turn was coming. With a laugh he was off and Kathy and I were alone.

“When do we need to get the kids?” I asked.

Kathy answered, “around three, my mom is taking them to the splash pad after lunch.” She took my hand, pulling me towards our bedroom.

“More?” I asked, incredulously.

Her melodious laugh filled the house as she ran to the bedroom.

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