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Long overdue for a date night, we set up plans for a normal dinner and an adventurous after dinner dessert session. It had been quite a while since schedules aligned to ensure I was fully filled and ravaged. Holding a mundane conversation through a meal next to my husband and in front of my sexy fuck friend was a difficult task. The entire time my mind wandered to the potential for more devious banter to come. We swiftly finished our dinner and drinks and headed to the hotel. I walked through the hotel door to find my sexy friend standing there with a naughty grin on his face, in dark jeans and a green polo. The dark jeans were a strategic choice to help better hide just how excited he was to see me while at dinner. We walk in, take a seat on the couch and chit chat which quickly turns to both men stripping me of every bit of clothes I have on. One works on pulling my shirt and bra off, while the other one pulls off my jeans and red lace thong. My husband is in the chair in front of me, kissing me and playing with my nipples, while my friend has me bent over, ass spread and getting a taste of the dessert he came for. His tongue works his way from licking my pussy lips, to tonguing my asshole with the hope of prepping it for use later.
As he becomes satisfied with just how wet he has me, he stands me up, gives me a strong embrace, a kiss, hands working their way between my legs. He knows what he is doing; in goes a few fingers and next comes a vigorous fingering that is liable to soak us all very swiftly. Once he has me properly weak in the knees, its my turn. I pull his shirt off over his head and work my hands down his pecks, his hard nipples, along his muscular arms and down to his waste. Time to unleash his thick hard cock that I felt pressed up against me at this point. The jeans come to the floor and I can’t wait to get my hands on him. Gripping his cock with my right hand, licking the top to properly lubricate him and make efforts to take as much of him in my mouth as possible. I know how to return the favor and make him weak in his knees. Stroking his shaft half way up and down, firm suction with my mouth, and tongue properly placed under his head. I could have his load in my mouth at this moment if I want to- but I resist. Get his toes curling and stop. It’s time to take it to the bed and explore a little more.
We all make it over to the bed and my husband lays on his back. I am promptly bent over the edge of the bed so my sexy friend can have another taste. Once it has met his satisfaction, he slides his thick cock in my pussy. Almost without warning, with very little preparation or steady motion. It caught me by surprise, but it was a welcome one. A few hard thrusts and I am on the verge of tapping out. Every thrust in exceeds the depths of comfortability. I slowly stand, with him still inside me, stretch my arms over my head and around his neck. I look to my right and we are in perfect view of the bathroom mirror. If only I could have captured that “before” moment, because after we are all done- a hardly have the same put together look.
I’ll skip to the moments that are forever etched in my mind of that night in no particular order- although these moments are far from the only memories I left with.
The first being a truly powerful moment where my husband was on his back, I was straddled reverse over his face and he was eating me out. His cock in my left hand, my friend is kneeled in front of me and his is in my right. I take turns sampling a taste of each of the cocks the I claim as mine. After no time at all, my friend decides he has been out of my pussy far longer than he approves of. He quickly hops off the bed and positions himself behind me. I am still straddled 69 over my husband and he proceeds to slide his cock in while my husband is fully sucking on my clit and intent on making me cum. The strokes start slow and gentle at first, but as his horniness intensifies they get harder and harder. Either my husband couldn’t keep up, or he didn’t want to miss his front row seat to the show. The clit sucking stopped and laid there in awe of just how much dick his petite little hotwife could take. That moment there was enough to make me cum, but I didn’t. I stopped short of anyone getting close and I proclaimed that my husband couldn’t cum until my friend and I each did twice. Then he could.
Although I love a thorough fuck, I knew I wanted that first cum to be mine- and I knew just how to get it. Many hours I have spent on top of my friends, gazing down at his encouraging face, and sliding back and forth on his silky long cock. So for my first one- that is how I wanted it. My husband laid on his back, dick in his hand- likely minutes from his own explosion. My friend laid on his back next to him and I saddled up. I leaned in for a kiss, then leaned back to take all of him in and give access to my clit. As I get momentum of sliding back and forth across his cock, the expression on his face changes. He is getting that serious look in his eye and I know it is feeling good for him, perhaps too good. I am not passing up this opportunity though. Our rule is that he cums where he wants, when he wants. I will forgo being first for his pleasure. I shift the focus from rubbing my clit and I ride him- hard. And as he lets out his moans and his strong arms lock onto me- I don’t stop. I keep going- to milk him for as much as I can. As he catches his breath, and the pulsing from his cock subsides- I get back into my rhythm. I am going to cum- being filled with his cum already, but I start to feel it run down his sides and along my legs.
It doesn’t take lock with some gentle rocking and circling my clit with my fingers that my orgasm hits- and hard. My body seizes up, he thrusts his hips up to stay in me- but he is forcefully pushed out- along with what remains of his juices- and mine. The score is tied at 1-1 and my husband is at 0.
One thing all three of us share is a love for how I taste when I am properly fucked. For his sacrifice- my husband gets the first taste. I use what strength I have left in my legs to stand up on the bed and straddle my husband’s face to lick every bit of juice that remains.
Fast forward to another messy and hot moment- after a variety of positions and exploring- It was time for my friend and I to get our 2nd orgasms of the night. And I wanted it in one of my favorite ways. One that seems to be unique to us in terms of my overall experiences. I am on my back, knees bent and clutched to his sides, he is on his knees and upright- his speed and rhythm fucking me in this way makes us both go very very quickly. Watching all of his shoulder and chest muscles tense as he concentrates on ramming every inch of himself into me over and over again- until he hits that moment- of the abrupt stop and enjoy the relaxing pulses of his cock pumping every last bit of cum he has into me. This position is also the perfect position to hit all my spots, so as he stops to enjoy his orgasm- thats when mine fully hits.
Once we catch our breath. We give each other a grin and he collapses on me for a hug and a kiss. I whisper in his ear its time for him to clean up that mess. Without hesitation he slides down my body, between my legs- gives me a few licks and scales back up my body for a passionate cum filled kiss. Its a favorite of his- to leave me filled and ensure I don’t leave his bed until I am tired, sweaty and heading back to my husband smelling and tasting like all the nasty things I did that night. As he rolls over to collapse on the bed- a instruct my husband to come over and give me a kiss. Its now his turn. He is going to get a taste of my friends load- mixed with my scent and my taste- this is enough to put him over the edge. He flips me over, mounts me from behind- a few quick strokes, followed by a load groan and pulse of him pumping his cum into me as well. He is always last to claim me. So this is where the fun ends for the night. Until next time…