We descended the stairs, entering the living room where Ben and my wife were seated together, clad only in their underwear. A king-size mattress lay in the center of the room, freshly brought in from one of the bedrooms. Ben’s arousal was unmistakable, likely stirred by the sounds from our earlier shower. Before me stood Marry, wrapped in just a towel, anticipation evident in her eyes.
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As Marry approached the mattress, my wife rose gracefully from her chair and positioned herself dominantly before her. “You’re going to make love to my husband. Let’s see just how ready you are,” she declared, slipping the towel from Marry’s body. My wife’s approving gaze roamed over her, a silent acknowledgment of desire. Before Marry could even respond, my wife captured her lips in a fervent kiss. Though initially surprised, Marry soon surrendered passionately.
My wife’s hands wandered to Marry’s breasts, eliciting soft sighs, before she gently guided her down onto the mattress. Slowly and tenderly, she traced kisses down between Marry’s legs, her tongue expertly exploring her folds. Marry threw her head back, moans spilling forth as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Any pretense of modesty from me vanished—the towel slipped away, revealing my hardening desire.
My wife lavished attention upon Marry, and moments later, I heard Marry whispering that she was on the brink of bliss. Adding fingers to her ministrations, my wife coaxed Marry over the edge with a crescendo of moans.
Rising, my wife approached me, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. “She’s ready for you now, honey. And so are you, I can tell.” She kissed me tenderly, then returned to her chair, shedding her underwear. Her eyes shone with passion. Ben followed suit, discarding his own garments, his evident arousal clear as he leaked with anticipation.
I moved toward the mattress and climbed atop Marry. She initially resisted, then eagerly took me into her mouth, her soft lips sliding sensuously over my length in a rhythm I would long remember. My wife’s gaze locked onto me as she caressed herself, her commands clear: “Touch his balls with your other hand.” Marry obeyed, her hand cupping me, intensifying every sensation until I shut my eyes, lost in pleasure.
Seeing I was nearing my limit, my wife instructed Marry to get on all fours. “Now, face me and savor her ass with your mouth—I want to watch the pleasure flood her face.” Marry complied, arching back as I kissed and licked along her curves. Her moans grew louder, and my wife’s excitement mirrored hers, moving faster with soft hums. Ben paced himself, his hands moving steadily, eyes locked between the two women.
“It’s time, honey. Make love to her, hard,” my wife urged through breathy moans.
I withdrew from Marry’s rear and positioned myself at her entrance. Her slick folds welcomed me easily, and I slid in with a low moan escaping her lips. Our movements synced, growing more urgent as she met my thrusts, pushing back eagerly.
My wife’s gaze shifted to Ben, who stopped his stroking, eyes firmly on us. Marry’s voice rose in encouragement: “Fuck me hard, baby. Grab my ass and don’t hold back.” I pounded into her with all my strength. Behind Ben, my wife circled her arms around him, lips brushing his ear. “Do you enjoy watching your wife taken by my man from behind?” she whispered. His nod was barely perceptible, and she teased him further, licking his ear softly. “Would you like to see her riding me?” Without waiting, she commanded Marry, “Turn around, push him down, and ride him.”
Marry flipped, pushing me onto the mattress before straddling me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me. Then, gathering momentum, she pulled her legs closer and settled into a deep squat, grinding hard against me. Her moans escalated as tension built within her muscles. “I’m going to come again!” she gasped. Encouraged by my wife’s whispers, “Yes, cum on my man’s cock, honey. Let go,” Marry trembled violently as her climax overtook her.
Collapsing onto my chest, Marry kissed me, breathless. After a moment, my wife turned to me. “Now, I want you to finish. Lay her back and fuck her until you release.” We shifted position so I faced both my wife and Marry. As I steadily moved within her, Marry pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around my hips, urging me deeper.
Across the room, my wife perched on Ben’s lap, grinding her hips against his erection. “You love it when another man fills your wife, don’t you? Watch closely as he climaxes inside her,” she teased. Ben’s restraint wavered, his eyes darting between the two women. Marry’s whispered pleas filled the air: “Please cum inside me, darling. I want all of you.” The combined throes and murmurs pushed me over the edge. Gripping her tightly, I released deep inside with a loud moan, feeling the fullness within.
Looking up for a moment, I saw Ben surrender as well, his climax spilling across the floor. Marry kissed me and then settled into cuddles that spoke of intimate satisfaction.
We all lay entwined on the mattress—Ben cradling Marry, my wife beside me, her lips finding mine softly. Time stretched as we shared whispered words about the night’s pleasures, each of us basking in the afterglow.
An hour later, sensing Ben’s readiness, my wife and I dressed, exchanged heartfelt hugs, and left for our cottage.
Once home, my wife wasted no time, pulling me upstairs and nearly throwing me onto the bed. “That was incredible, baby. I can’t wait for my turn.” She lowered herself to my length, her lips coaxing me hard once more. When I was fully ready, she climbed atop me, riding with fierce passion. “Watching you with her was intoxicating. You still have some left for me? I want you to fill me, your Queen!” Her intensity was unlike anything I’d seen. Ten minutes later, I climaxed within her, obeying her commands eagerly. “Yes, fill me up, honey,” she whispered.
Exhausted and fully satisfied, we collapsed together, the memories of this electrifying night etched forever in our minds.