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Alright, so first a bit of context:
- I'm a wannabe hotwife-husband and she's a wannabe hotwife. Some months ago we found a possible third who she was massively attracted to and comfortable with. We worked out all of the emotional elements that can be addressed before the fact, and made plans for her to ride his cock bareback one day. I spent that afternoon in rapt anticipation, but the next phone call I got from her was bad news: he got cold feet and backed out.
So the following story is entirely fictional and based only on what I long for and what I imagine my wife's longings to be. (Aside from a few tidbits she's chosen to leak, she tends to be fairly reticent when it comes to discussing what she's sexually into that isn't me.) At the time of this writing, I'm hopeful that she'll follow up with her own post that corrects my misconceptions and tells her own story! In lieu of that, and without further ado...
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Ever since childhood, sleep has been the hard-fought reward of hours of endeavoring to *just relax*. As such, those entities that would dare tear my eventual slumber asunder---alarm clocks, mothers, fire alarms---earned more scorn than gratitude in spite of their service to my very survival. And even now, though it pains me to admit it, and a year into our marriage (and almost a decade into our romantic entanglement--and well over a decade of friendship!), I find myself perturbed to have that delicate indulgence that is sleep disrupted by by my wife's persistent prodding.
And yet, in spite of my initial irritated reaction to being unexpectedly roused, I eventually come to recognize that I've been awakened by the person I love most in this world. Most mornings, even just this realization withers any animus that remains for my awakening, and my day can thence begin in joyful earnest. This morning, however, was different--and in a heart-stoppingly arousing way.
Two weeks ago, K confided in me that she had a crush on one of her coworkers, J. For months, her mind had been intermittently occupied by fantasies of physical encounters with J. But, she admitted, allowing herself to enjoy or indulge in those fantasies was something her conscience wouldn't allow. Years ago, sexual infidelity on her part resulted in a temporary schism between us. Ultimately, it was that encounter that awakened the hothusband(?) that had long lain dormant in myself, and though that rift has long since been repaired into a firm and trustworthy bridge, lingering pangs of regret remain in her.
Still, there was something about J. that refused to acquiesce to that now-healed division. And so, despite misgivings that she herself confessed were unfounded, her mind and body continued to long for J and to feel his body press up against her.
But that morning, her misgivings and apprehensions were set aside. "Guess who texted me this morning?" she asked, her legs straddling my torso and her entire body bouncing up and down like an 8-year-old on Christmas morning.
"Bill Nye?" I asked. A beat. "The science guy?"
She hesitated, unsure of whether to play along and mess with me. Most mornings, she would have, and probably at length. But this morning was different. "Hell no!" she exclaimed, with almost alarming excitement. A wry grin crossed her face, and something about this expression made me realize that there was something different about this morning. Even without knowing why, without any prompting, my boxer-briefs became somewhat tighter.
"It was J," she said finally.
"And he's game." A pause. "For all of it."
I raised my right eyebrow in optimistic disbelief. The tightness in my underwear peaked. "ALL of it," she emphasized.
The remainder of that week eked by at a pace known only by those awaiting imminent parole, but finally Friday arrived. Over the course of the week, K and I agreed on some ground rules to make sure that we were both on the same page when the moment finally arrived. Working out these details proved surprisingly easy--and dizzyingly arousing:
* We both loathed condoms and were desperate for J to unload his balls deep inside K's vagina.
* After her encounter with J, she wouldn't wash or clean herself at all, in order to preserve as much of his semen inside herself as possible.
* All manner of touching, hugging, kissing, licking, and penetration was completely allowed, even things that K and I rarely did with one another. Ultimately it was about having a physically and emotionally sexually fulfilling sexual experience.
* Whatever happened between K and J, she would share as many details as she could remember afterwards.
These agreements alone were enough to send me over the edge more than once even while just discussing them. But when Friday eventually arrived, I received a phone call that changed everything, that pushed me over the edge even while just sitting in an office chair at work. It wasn't to be just K and J alone; I was invited to join in!
After hanging up the phone with K--a difficult task in itself as much as my arm was shaking in excitement--I found myself utterly unable to focus on my work. For most people, disinterest in their work is just an unavoidable fact of their employment. But I love my job and look forward to going into work every day. Today was the first day that I couldn't even fake productivity; whenever a coworker would drop by my office, all I could do was grin awkardly and mumble something about "Monday" until they, discouraged, wandered off. 5:00 finally arrived and I rushed to shut down my computer and escape the office before anyone could ask me about my weekend--good God, what would I tell them!--or request that I do any additional work before leaving.
When I walked in my front door, J was already there, sitting on the couch mere inches away from K. She looked up at me briefly in acknowledgement of my return home, but almost instantaneously returned her attention to J. Her hand lay in tantalyzing proximity to his crotch, and, even though we were all fully dressed and even though the topic of discussion couldn't have been further from sexuality if it had been intentional, I found the tightness in my shorts return with a vengeance, and I found myself utterly unable to focus on anything either J or K was saying.
After feigning polite interest for what felt like 20 minutes--but what was more likely, in reality, 3-5 minutes--K abruptly lifted her shirt--braless, I observed with delight--then promptly pulled it back down, stood up, and wordlessly ascended the stairs to our bedroom. J and I glanced at one another for a moment, then simultaneously grinned and clambered up the stairs in pursuit.
We were only moments behind K, but already by the time we had arrived, she had removed her pants, leaving herself clad in a pair of sheer black panties and her conventional day-to-day top and bra.
"Sit!" she commanded to J, with a forcefulness I'd never before witnessed. J immediately complied and plopped himself down on the bed.
K moved over towards him and pressed her mouth against his, kissing him deeply while her hands fidgeted with the zipper of his pants. She quickly found purchase and slowly pulled the zipper down, then slipped her finger into the fly, fished around for a moment, and then gasped. "Holy fuck, is that you?" she asked, incredulous.
J just grinned.
K retrieved her hand from J's zipper and unbuttoned his pants and tugged them off him. His boxer-briefs exposed an impressively enormous bulge, and K immediately moved her hand to the outline of his shaft. "Oh my god, I want you inside me," she muttered, not to him but to herself. His grin widened and I could have sworn that I could see his already impressive bulge swell further.
K slipped her index finger into the waistband of J's underwear, and tugged it down until the massive form suggested by his briefs finally took the form of a thick, hard penis. "Oh fuck," K murmered, grabbing J's underwear with both hands and yanking it off him.
A glistening drop of precum emerged from the tip of J's penis. K saw it and immediately buried as much of his shaft in her mouth as she could. It wasn't much; she almost immediately pulled his shaft out of her mouth and exclaimed "Damn, I'm used to R's short penis! This is gonna take some getting used to!" The mild concern on her face quickly melted into determined excitement as she once again filled her mouth with J's shaft, this time slowly working her way down the pole.
Still fully clothed, I watched K come to grips with J's penis, which was easily twice the length of mine and half-again the thickness. During her infidelity a couple of years ago, the penis she enjoyed was almost 10 inches long, but no thicker than my own. This cock presented its own challenges, but more importantly its own pleasures, and while I knew that watching K come to grips with J's member was a spectacularly amazing experience, the peaks of her pleasure--and my own, by extension--were still to come.
K has never had a great deal of stamina while giving oral sex, and though she was eagerly and hungrilly slurping on J's dick, the main attraction for K has always been unprotected vaginal penetration. As has mine.
Wordlessly K pulled her mouth off of J's penis, momentarily glanced at me, grinned, stripped the rest of her clothes off, and then quickly pulled herself up on top of J, positioning her pussy mere inches above J's still glistening-with-saliva penis. Slowly she lowered herself until his tip was pressed against her labia, and with increasing broad strokes, she begain thrusting herself down onto J's shaft. Over the course of 5-10 strokes, she was able to accept almost half of him inside her; she momentarily paused: "Oh my fucking god, I want you inside me. All the fucking way!"
And with that she plunged herself down onto him, taking his entire shaft inside her, all the way to his balls; a brief, pained but ecstatic scream rent the air. "Fucking fuck YES," J exclaimed. He began to thrust his pelvis into her, and K responded with a confusingly contradictory reaction: her face screamed "NO!" while her voice itself screamed "Yes, fuck me! FUCK ME!."
At this point I couldn't take it any longer, and even though I hadn't been invited to strip, I yanked off my clothes as quickly as I could and immedately began stroking myself. K's thrusting onto J's cock became increasingly vigorous until she suddenly stopped and shuddered. Her face contorted momentarily into a look of pained joy, then eased into an expression of profound contentment. Her eyes made contact with mine, and she whispered under her breath: "Number 1."
K paused for a moment after recovering from her orgasm, then pulled herself off of J. She kneeled on the bed for a moment, looked J in the eye, and challenged, "Now that I've gotten what I needed from your cock, it's your turn to give me what I really *wanted*." The emphasis she put on the word "wanted" was something I'd never heard from her before and didn't quite know how to interpret, but J clearly had no such compunctions. His smile broadened, and he sat up, grabbed K by the waist, turned her over onto her belly, and mounted behind her doggy-style. With his cock pressed up against the entrance to her vagina, he taunted her back: "you get what you wish for," then immediately started fucking her cunt with a vigor that I couldn't even imagine being able to sustain for more than a few seconds. K screamed with with pleasure in response to every single thrust, periodically exclaiming some variation on "fuck me" or "pound my cunt" or "Give me your cock, I fucking need it!"
My heart was pounding so hard I was legitimately afraid that I was going to ruin the evening with an untimely cardiac event. But my own cock had no such fears, and was as rigid as I can ever remember it being. Every single heartbeat gave my penis a slight bounce, and continuously-growing droplets of precum gathered on the tip of my penis. I started to stroke myself while watching J pound K's pussy with an intensity that I could only dream of and that K would undoubtedly never stop dreaming of. Suddenly K incised "stop!", prompting J to immediately stop thrusting; a concerned frown crept over his visage.
K looked down at J with a neutral expression, then looked to me. She smiled, wordlessly mouthed "Number 2" at me, then announced out loud, "I want both of you inside me." My grin expanded almost painfully. "At the same time," she continued. Okay, very painfully.
The smile on J's face was wide enough to match my own, but instead of just tittering with nervous excitement, he presciently asked "that can be tricky; how do you want us?"
K paused for a moment, but only a moment. "J, you lie on your back on the bed, then I'll lie on top of you, take your cock inside me. Then R will get beind me and work his penis in from there." Her answer was direct, calm, steady; practiced. She'd thought this through before. I grinned, knowing that something which had always been a fantasy I'd been afraid to broach with her had also been on her mind: two penises, one vagina.
J immediately complied with K's instruction and lay back on the bed. K squatted over him, positioning his penis against the opening to her vagina, then lowered herself onto him. A moan escaped her lips, and then she began--slowly at first, then with increasing vigor--thrusting herself up and down on his shaft. "Oh, holy god I love your cock" she extolled, increasing her enthusiasm. Without warning she froze, deep in mid thrust. Her body shuddered for a moment; a moan briefly escaped J's lips--K's pussy had probably clenched down on J for a moment. K relaxed for a moment, turned her head towards me and held up her left hand indicating the number 3.
"Okay, I'm ready now," she announced to both of us. She lowered herself fully onto J's shaft. I was excitedly astonished at the fact that she was able to take all 8+ inches of his penis inside her, but my astonishment was only second in my mind to the fact that I was about to share a vagina with another penis. I kneeled behind K, with my legs inside J's, and positioned my penis so the head was at the entrance to K's pussy and resting on J's shaft. I slowly began to push myself in, using very short, small thrusts at first. K's gasps gave me pause, but every time I stopped to make sure she was alright, she admonished me to keep going. J periodically emitted moans of pleasure that I couldn't help but echo within myself.
It took almost 20 minutes of slow, patient, incremental penetration, but eventually we made it. K had two completely unprotected penises inside her vagina, and with every single breath, she expressed exclamations of strained pleasure. J and I both felt hesitation, not wanting to hurt her with too much penis, but eventually our arousal got the better of us and we began thrusting. Our movements yielded pleasure beyond knowing, with every single thrust sliding our penises against one another and also aginst the mesmerizingly pleasurable textures of K's pussy. Likewise, every thrust resulted in renewed annunciations of profound pleasure from K, until we somehow found a rhythm where J and I were thrusting in time with one another but 180 degrees out of phase, and K kept screaming affirmations of sexual ebulliance, counting off orgasms as though she were just practicing basic numeric skills.
Eventually though, I couldn't take the stimulation any longer, and I announced that we would have to stop or I was going to erupt. J echoed my concerns emphatically: "holy fuck, me too; my cock is about to pop."
"Do it!" K almost screamed. "Fill me! I want your cum deep inside me! Every fucking drop!"
J and I immediately resumed thrusting, but only for a few moments; we both achieved orgasm almost simultaneously. Suddenly J and I were grunting involuntary exclamations of pleasure, K shrieked "fill me; oh fuck, oh fuck, number fucking 9," and then the warm, wet feeling of semen washed over my penis and I, too began to ejaculate.
All three of our bodies writhed in pleasure against one another, all three of us orgasming in our own way, J and I filling K's vagina--and drenching one another's penises--with our hot, fertile seed. In time, the pulsating pleasure ceased, and I pulled myself out of K. I looked down and saw that she was drenched in the various fluids of our lovemaking: sweat, vaginal fluids, precum, and the semen of two men. J's penis was stil inside her, pulsing with irregular bursts, until finally he, too pulled out.
The removal of J's penis was like extracting a cork, and a flood of semen gushed from between K's legs. She moaned slightly, and made no effort to stop, conceal, or clean the mess our fluids were making. Suddenly a spark inside me ignited, and even though my ejaculation had purged me of immediate sexual desire, something inside myself insisted that I bury my tongue in K's vagina.
Without even thinking about it, I did so, and the feelings and textures and flavors that washed over my tongue were enough to renew my erection. K moaned in pleasure while I sucked and licked at her swollen labia, then she reached down to feel my cock. She sharply inhaled, then exclained, 'good god, you're hard again already?" I grunted affirmation and continued licking with fervor.
Finally, a few more minutes passed, and K pushed me away from her crotch. I reluctantly complied, and she explained, with an almost apologetic tone, that she'd had more pleasure that night than ever before, but her pussy was too sore to keep going. Somehow, even though my shaft was aggressively at full mast and my enthusiasm in eating her pussy was at its peak, I recognized how she felt and abandoned my pursuit of her body.
J was still lying naked on the bed, entirely spent. K looked at me and grinned. "How did it compare to your fantasies?"
I was almost too taken aback to answer, but after long moments, I finally manged to blurt, "Fuckin A." A beat. "Fuckin Cray."
She laughed, and lay back in the bed. "So I take it you'd be up for doing this again?"
I couldn't even respond with words; I just waggled my head in affirmation, my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
"Good," she replied, her right hand gracefully dipping down and resting on J's penis. He had by now fallen asleep. "Because I want more of this." She looked at me seriously, her glance somehow indicating the flaccid, sleepy penis she held in her hand. "A lot more."
I still failed to manage any sort of a response. "Fuckin' A."
"Fuckin' Cray."
It's gonna be an awesome Christmas.
Last edited by NewThingsNC82 on Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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