Before my husband and I ever started dating, his best friend was also his roommate. They were both in the military, both a little wild and a little lost. One night, after a lot of drinking and laughing, my now-husband (let's call him John) casually told me that he and his best friend (we’ll call him Clay) used to double-team girls while they were deployed.
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I was instantly curious, so I kept asking questions. They ended up walking me through several of their experiences in detail. They talked about taking turns fucking the same girl, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one after the other. They told me how they’d both finish inside her, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes deep inside, then pass out together in the same bed like it was nothing. It was raw, reckless, and incredibly hot to hear about.
As the night went on and things got more frisky, I found myself getting hotter and hotter. Eventually, I was sitting on the couch in just my bra and panties, casually playing video games with them. At one point, I made a playful proposition: instead of playing in teams, they should go one-on-one in Call of Duty. The winner would get to have me distract them during the next round.
They both instantly agreed. When John got into the game, he jokingly killed himself with a grenade. I paused and told them they actually had to try. But it didn’t matter much anyway. Clay dominated the match. He was one of those nerdy types who played Call of Duty like it was a full-time job.
Once the second game started, I stood in front of Clay. He tried shifting his body to the side to keep his eyes on the screen, but instead, he was locked on me. Mouth slightly open, eyes wide. I slowly slid off my panties, then turned around and bent over, spreading my pussy and ass. I could hear both of them stop moving in-game. I looked up at the screen, then back at them and said, “You both have to keep playing the game.”
I kept teasing, rubbing myself and running my hands along Clay’s thighs while they tried to stay focused. A few minutes in, I heard Clay say, “Dude, did you even try?” I glanced at the scoreboard. Clay had 23 kills and John barely had 5. I laughed and said, “Best two out of three?” But John just shrugged and said, “Okay, so he wins the whole thing.”
Oh, I guess so, I said while removing my bra. At this point, I had been playing out this moment in my head for hours, and it was unfolding exactly how I imagined. I dropped to my knees and started rubbing Clay’s cock through his gray sweatpants. He was already rock hard, and I could feel he was slightly longer than John's and definitely thicker. That surprised me, because until now, John had been the second biggest man I had ever been with.
Clay lifted himself off the couch and pulled down both his shorts and boxers. I made eye contact with him, and he smiled while glancing down at his cock. That look alone made me want to impress him. I leaned in and began sucking him, slowly at first, then deeper, letting my tongue trace along his shaft and around his balls. I took my time, licking and teasing him, trying to give him everything I had.
After a while of sucking his cock, licking his balls, and working my way up and down his shaft, I looked over and saw John holding out his phone, recording me. I pulled Clay out of my mouth and grinned at John as he passed the phone to Clay. John started to take off his sweatpants and stroke himself while watching me, which gave me the most intense thrill I had ever felt.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually Clay stopped me and asked, "Should we move the party to the other room?" John gave him a nod. They both stood up, and Clay lifted me into his arms, carrying my naked body toward the bedroom. My mouth was dry, but before I could even say anything, John handed me my water like he already knew.
At that point, I was on my knees in the center of the bed, not quite sure what to do next. Clay looked at me and said it was John's turn to get some attention. As John got into bed and laid back, I tied my hair up and leaned in to start sucking him off. He was already fully hard, and the way his hips moved beneath me told me exactly how turned on he was.
I paused for a second, feeling Clay climb onto the bed behind me. He didn’t waste time. His fingers slid between my thighs and found how soaked I was. After teasing me just enough to make me squirm, he slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. I pulled John out of my mouth and let out a deep moan, a mix of pleasure and intensity as Clay stretched me open.
John must have noticed how much I was feeling it, because the look on his face said he was already close. That surprised me. He usually had great control, especially when drinking. Maybe watching Clay take me like that pushed him further than usual.
I gave John a quick break and focused on bracing myself as Clay started to move. Each thrust pushed me forward toward John, until I was almost resting on his stomach. I felt a little guilty that John wasn’t getting as much attention, so I reached out to stroke him again while moaning into the mattress, trying to give him something extra while Clay kept using my pussy from behind like he owned it.
At this point, I thought they were going to switch, but that wasn’t the case. John couldn’t even handle me sucking his cock. He already looked like he was about to cum. I mouthed the words, "Do you want me to keep sucking?" but before I even finished, John started erupting.
Personally, I’ve never really been a cum girl, so I just bit my lip and held onto his thighs while he jerked out the rest. His load spilled out across his stomach, warm and messy. Clay, however, didn’t slow down at all. He kept fucking me hard, thrust after thrust, until my face was pressed up against John’s now-soft cock and the puddle of cum on his abs.
I looked back at Clay, moaning louder, telling him how good he felt and how much I loved his cock. I said all the things John had coached me to say during sex, and from the look on Clay’s face, it was working.
When I looked back at John, he had stood up and was cleaning himself off with a towel. Clay paused for a moment and looked at him.
"You good, man?" Clay asked.
"Yeah," John replied. "You guys have fun. Oh, and my phone died. Can one of your phones record the end… especially when you cum?"
"Yeah man, of course," Clay said without missing a beat.
When John left the room, Clay got up and quietly closed the door behind him, but didn’t grab his phone. I rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath.
“Did you grab a phone?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“No, he's fine,” Clay said.
He pulled off the condom and, with a grin, tossed it at my chest. It landed on my breasts, and I laughed, smiling up at him. Clay laid down at the edge of the bed and started eating me out without saying a word.
His mouth was relentless. He licked and sucked, making my legs tremble until he finally pulled away and climbed on top of me again. He kissed me deeply while guiding his cock back inside. This time, it felt different. No condom. I could feel every vein, every inch, and it made me gasp.
“We don’t need a condom?” I asked softly.
Clay didn’t hesitate. “John doesn’t mind, no.”
He lifted my legs and started kissing my calves, slowly sliding in and out of my swollen, aching pussy. He looked me in the eyes and said, “God, I’m so glad he met you. I’m gonna use you all fucking night.”
I could barely reply. The way he filled me, raw and thick, made my body light up with pleasure. About five minutes passed before Clay tensed and moaned, then started cumming inside me. And not just a little. I could feel how much he released, hot and deep, filling me completely.
Earlier that night, I had joked about them being jerk-off buddies. Clay had laughed and casually mentioned that he doesn’t jerk off. And now I knew he wasn’t lying. His balls were definitely full.
After what felt like hours of Clay using me however he wanted, flipping me over, making me eat his ass, begging me to rim him while he held my head down, cumming inside me again and again without ever pulling out, I was completely wrecked. My body was trembling, covered in sweat and spit, and my pussy was so sore and full that every little movement made more of his cum leak out of me and pool onto the hardwood floor.
I was still naked, soaked, and somehow grinning. I could barely walk straight, but I wandered into the living room anyway. John was passed out on the couch, dick still half-hard, one hand resting between his legs. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Then I turned around, pussy still dripping, and went back to the bedroom. I didn’t even ask. I just climbed into bed with Clay, curled up against him, and passed out in John's bed, still messy, used, and dripping with another man’s cum.
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