The three of us stumbled through the front door, laughter bouncing off the narrow hallway walls. Erin’s warm hand was entwined with mine, her cheeks glowing from the gin and tonics she’d enjoyed all evening. Cesar clapped me on the shoulder, the smell of beer and tequila on his breath.
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“Man, your wife really knows how to drink,” he grinned.
Erin giggled, swaying gently. “I’m not that drunk.”
We made our way to the living room. Erin excused herself to change out of her dress, disappearing into the bedroom. The sway of her voluptuous hips sparked a sudden excitement, my cock twitching inside my jeans. Cesar collapsed onto the couch, stretching out his long legs.
“She’s a good woman,” he said, his eyes following where mine had been.
I nodded, grabbing two beers from the fridge. “Yeah, she’s something special.”
A few minutes later, Erin appeared, dressed in a loose halter top tied behind her neck and shorts. The top hung open slightly at the sides, revealing the generous curves of her full breasts. She settled in an armchair opposite us, crossing her legs.
Our chatter drifted to nothing important—work, the bar, memories. Then I noticed it: the halter top had slipped off her left shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast. Her nipple stood fully bare, its deep brown areola and stiff peak catching the lamplight. She seemed oblivious.
I said nothing, letting my gaze linger. Cesar noticed too. His eyes flicked once to her exposed nipple, then back to me with a silent question. I shook my head slightly, and he remained quiet.
The air thickened with tension. Erin’s nipple stayed bare, a bold and creamy mound with that rich tone, alluring and inviting. As she shifted in her seat, the fabric slipped further, revealing her entire areola and hard nub.
I couldn’t look away. My cock pressed painfully against my jeans. Cesar’s eyes stayed fixed too.
Without a word, I rose and kneeled before her chair. Erin looked up, startled.
“What are you—”
I cut her off, cupping her full breast and bringing her nipple into my mouth. A sharp gasp escaped her lips; her body tensed.
“Baby, wait—Cesar’s right there—”
I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around her hardened peak. Her protest faded into a soft moan. Her hand rose, weakly pushing at my head.
“Please… not in front of him…”
I continued, alternating between tender licks and firmer pulls. Her hand abandoned its effort, tangling in my hair instead. Her body relaxed, hips shifting, breath quickening.
I pulled back to meet her gaze—half-lidded eyes, parted lips.
“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered.
She offered no denial. With my other hand, I tugged her halter down, freeing both breasts. They hung heavy, begging to be touched. I took her right nipple into my mouth, massaging the left with my hand.
Erin’s moans grew louder. She glanced at Cesar, who watched silently, hand resting in his lap. She didn’t stop me—just arched into my touch.
The heat radiating from her skin and faint sweat glistened. I moved between her nipples, licking, sucking, and gently nibbling. Her head fell back as her moans turned free and loud, hands gripping the armchair’s arms.
“Fuck… baby…”
I pulled away, breath heavy. “Take off your top.”
She hesitated, eyes flicking to Cesar. Yet the mix of alcohol and desire won out. She untied the halter and let it fall, revealing her full, heavy breasts with dark, swollen nipples.
I stood and guided her up. “Turn around.”
She obeyed, presenting her back as her round ass pressed against my groin. I kissed her neck, hands cupping her breasts from behind, squeezing, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Get on the couch,” I murmured in her ear.
Her legs wobbled slightly as she walked over. I helped her onto all fours, still wearing shorts that traced the outline of her wet pussy. Kneeling behind, I slid her shorts down and tossed them aside. Her panties were soaked, darkening the fabric.
Pulling those off revealed her full ass and glistening pussy lips, already dripping with our combined desire.
I positioned myself behind her, cock aching inside me. But I wanted her to take the lead first. Tapping her hip, I said, “Turn around. Reverse cowgirl.”
She shifted gracefully, straddling my waist as I reclined on the couch. Thick thighs gripped my sides as she lowered herself slowly onto me, taking me deeply. We both groaned as she sank down.
She began to move, hips rocking with a steady rhythm, ass slapping against my legs. Every curve of her back, the jiggle of her breasts, the way her pussy gripped me—none escaped my view.
Cesar shifted to the edge of his seat, eyes locked on Erin’s body. His hand rested on his lap, the bulge in his shorts evident.
Lost in the rhythm, Erin’s moans grew louder as her pace quickened. I felt her orgasm approaching—the tightening of her walls around me made it unmistakable.
But I held back, wanting to savor the moment.
Grasping her hips gently, I slowed her movement. “Not yet.”
She whimpered but obeyed, glancing over her shoulder.
“Cesar,” I said quietly. “Show her what you’ve got.”
Her eyes widened, breaths catching as she looked between Cesar and me. “Baby, what are you—”
“Just watch.”
Cesar rose slowly, locking eyes with me. He pulled his shorts down, freeing his large, thick, uncut cock. The glistening head stood out, veins prominent along the dark shaft—undeniably bigger than mine.
Erin stared, mouth slightly parted, cheeks flushed. Her body tensed with embarrassment and arousal, her pussy clenched tightly around me.
I leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “Go on. You know you want to.”
She hesitated briefly, then reached for Cesar’s shaft, tracing its length with delicate fingers. Looking back at me, she silently asked permission.
I nodded.
She slid off me, wet and empty, crawling to Cesar. She gazed up, then took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. She licked the tip, tasting pre-cum, before engulfing him with eager lips.
Cesar groaned, head tilting back. His hand rested gently on her head—not forcing, just steadying.
Erin sucked with enthusiasm, bobbing her head, tongue tracing his length. I watched, aroused but holding back, feeling my own climax building.
“Come here,” I said, voice husky.
She pulled off Cesar with a wet pop, crawling back. Positioning herself over me, I felt her lips, slick with Cesar’s taste, engulf my cock. Her tongue worked skillfully, swirling around the head.
I was near release. “Erin, I’m going to cum.”
She pulled off instantly, mouth open. “Not inside me. I’m not on birth control.”
I knew that, but I was on the edge. She took me deep again, and I came hard, groaning as I flooded her mouth. She swallowed gladly, licking the final drops from her lips.
While she leaned over me, still swallowing, Cesar crept behind her. On all fours, her ass raised, pussy exposed, he didn’t hesitate. One smooth motion and he slid inside her.
Erin gasped sharply, body jolting.
“Oh fuck—!”
He filled her fully, stretching her wide. She didn’t pull away; instead, she pushed back eagerly.
“Yes… oh fuck, yes…” Her moans mingled with the couch’s soft cushion as she buried her face.
Cesar pounded into her hard and fast, hips slapping her ass, balls thudding softly against her slick pussy lips. Erin’s cries grew intense, hands gripping the cushion beneath.
“Cesar… oh God… your dick is so big… so fucking big…”
Leaning over her, chest pressing her back, mouth at her ear, he murmured, “You like that, don’t you? Getting fucked by your husband’s friend.”
“Yes… yes, I love it… don’t stop…”
He increased the pace, her breasts swinging beneath his grip. I watched, breath catching, feeling a mix of awe and uneasy satisfaction as my spent cock twitched, seeing my wife claimed by another man.
Suddenly, a tight knot formed in my stomach—not from desire, but concern. I knew she wasn’t on birth control, and Cesar was about to climax. His thrusts faltered, breath ragged.
“I’m going to cum,” he growled.
“She’s not on birth control,” I said flatly.
Cesar met my gaze, dark and intent. His hips didn’t stop pounding.
“I’m going to cum in your wife,” he declared.
He drove deep, body shuddering as he released. His cum pulsed inside her, triggering a shuddering moan from Erin.
They stayed pressed together, heavy breaths mingling. Then he slowly withdrew, cum leaking from her and dripping down her thighs onto the couch.
Erin collapsed onto the cushion, utterly spent, eyes closed. I reached out, stroking her hair, a strange blend of satisfaction and unease swirling within me.
Yet beneath it all, she smiled.
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