Anticipation
I sit on the edge of my bed in my newest lingerie purchase, excitedly anticipating what’s coming next. We’ve talked about and planned this for weeks. Everything is in place.
I’m upstairs, and they’re downstairs, and the kids are staying with my parents overnight.
We’re all alone, all three of us.
Tonight has been a long time coming, through years of filthy talk and weeks of deciding and planning, and finally taking the plunge.
I scan myself in the mirror, enjoying how beautiful and sexy I am tonight.
A goddess, a queen, worthy of worship, praise, and having her deepest fantasies fulfilled.
I shift position, striking a pose, accentuating the curves that have come from bearing three children and that drive my man — and other men — wild.
The curves that will two hundred percent drive his best friend over the edge as he fucks me in front of my husband.
After we talked about our deepest fantasies, my husband admitted he’d always wanted to watch another man fuck me. But it had to be the right man. Someone he felt worthy of me and we could both be comfortable with. I’d made no secret of wanting or cockteasing his bestie or commenting that I wanted to fuck him over the years, so he was the obvious choice. When hubby approached him, he was totally down to fuck me. The day my husband told me that, I fucked him senseless while thinking about fucking his best friend; he said it was some of the best sex he’d had and couldn’t wait for it happen.
So here I am, waiting on my husband and his lifelong best friend to fulfill our shared fantasy.
The TV turns off downstairs, and everything is abruptly quiet apart from the thumping in my chest and the low ringing in my ears.
Heavy footsteps sound from the stairs along with low muttered conversation.
I shift position on the bed, laying back, my hips turned and legs ironically demurely covering my lower half, half tease and half promise. Looking every inch the snack and all that in this sexy lingerie bought just for this occasion.
I need him to want to fuck me as soon as he lays eyes on me. He already wants to according to my husband. He’s only ever seen me like this in a few pictures my husband has shared with my permission. He’s never seen me like this up close and in person.
I can’t wait to see how wild it drives him. Years of cockteasing and flirting are about to come to an end with him finally putting his dick in me.
And I am so ready for it.
The bedroom door opens and my husband enters first, seeing me laying on the bed. His eyes brighten and a small smile crosses his face. He’s seen me dressed this way a hundred times, but tonight I’m not dressed for him. Instead, I’m dressed for another man. I feel he’s a little nervous about the whole situation, but we came up with a safe word for us to all stop this thing if it went too far and none of us could handle it. I’m hoping we don’t have to use it.
His bestie enters and sees the offering on our marital bed.
“Fuck,” he half-moans, his eyes widening in surprise and obvious pleasure.
I giggle a little. That was exactly the response I wanted, all right. “Mmm. That’s the plan. You up for it?”
He looks to my husband, who is now grinning widely. Hubby nods slightly, then moves to the chair in the corner of the room where he’ll watch everything.
“Fuck, yeah,” replies the bestie.
“Close the door, then come towards the bed.” There’s no need to close the door, but it always is when my husband and I fuck. The kids aren’t home, but closing the door will make this feel even more intimate. As bestie closes the door, I use the time to get on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He turns around to find me staring at his crotch level, hunger evident on my face.
I see his cock straining against his jeans. I don’t know how long he’s been hard. Perhaps he was hard before he got here, knowing what was in store for him. Even if the rest of him isn’t ready for tonight, the part I want is.
Reaching a hand out, I tentatively touch his abs through his tee, feeling their solidity behind the flimsy material. He tenses a little, and what feels like a spark flits between us. Bestie has no kids and keeps in shape regularly. He’s had this tight body I’ve fantasized for years about riding for years. Those fantasies are what led to hubby and I starting down this road, and I’m ready to travel more. We’ve hugged and tickled and joked around physically, and even traded a few kisses, but nothing more than that before tonight.
It all changes with this.
I glance at my husband. He’s already got his hard cock out and is squeezing it while looking at us, comfortable in the chair. Seeing that makes my pussy tighten. He’s as into this as I am, perhaps even more. His horniness always increased when we talked about other men fucking me.
“Take your shirt off,” I murmur, looking up at the bestie. He draws it up, uncovering the abs I’ve been craving for years. As the shirt goes over his shoulders, I move forward and touch those deliciously defined abs of his with two probing fingers. I make a claw with my hand and scratch down his abs, eliciting a low moan from him. I want to hear that sound all night.
My pussy is sopping wet and I need him between my legs, licking and sucking and biting me, but I’ve thought about this. Thought about nothing else, really, for the past week since we decided to do this.
First, I want his cock in my mouth.
I want to see it.
Touch it.
Taste it.
While my husband watches me.
I want my husband to see me mouthfucking another man and for it to turn him on.
I reach a hand to the bestie’s belt buckle before quickly deciding to change tack.
“Undo your belt,” I say, trying to hide the raw excitement coursing through me. I hear his low breathing but don’t look up at him, still staring at his crotch, eager to see my prize appear.
He undoes the belt, slowly and sensually, opening up access to the button on his jeans.
I like the power I have over my husband’s bestie right now and I decide to use it. “Now, the top button.”
Bestie pops the top button of his jeans, and my pussy pulses in anticipation. His cock is only inches away from becoming visible.
“Pull down your zipper,” I command.
He teases me, pulling it down, opening up his jeans tooth by tooth in excruciating slowness. I see short curly hair appear as his jeans split apart. He’s not wearing any boxers.
Fuck. That’s hot. My cunt squelches.
His zipper is all the way down now and I see the top of his manscaped cock pushing against the fabric, framed by the zipper opening, ready to burst free and be enjoyed. The arches of his hips hold the jeans up. One quick pull and they’d be down, freeing his cock for me to eat.
I still have power, and I want to use it. “Take them off. Show me what you’ve got.”
He tugs on the jeans and they slide down his thighs to the floor. His hard cock springs free and bounces around in front of my face as he steps out of them. He’s longer and thinner than my husband, shaved all the way to the bottom of his shaft, along with his balls. I see thick veins rising out of his hardness all around it.
He’s uncut.
I’ve never had an uncut guy before, but I’ve always wanted to.
I check with my husband, making sure I’m approved to take the next step. He’s in the chair, stroking himself slowly, watching with anticipation as his best friend offers his own cock to me.
He nods.
I reach a hand out to touch his bestie’s cock. It jumps a little as he pulses it just before I’m able to put my hand against it to steady it.
I’m touching another man’s cock.
While my husband watches.
I want to see hubby’s reaction, but I can’t keep my eyes off of what’s in front of me. I grasp it gently, feeling the firmness of it. Pulling back on the shaft, I watch his foreskin draw back across the head, revealing a slick bubble of precum on his head. I reach out with my other hand, and collect it on my index finger and bring it to my mouth. Looking up at bestie, I taste him. There’s an explosion of flavor in my mouth and an explosion of wetness between my legs. He tastes so good, and I want more. After he fucks me.
I guide his cock into my mouth, gently stroking as I do, watching his hood cover his head again and again. Opening my hot mouth, I take him inside me and close my mouth around him. I feel the foreskin and bite a little.
“Fuuuuuck…” I hear him moan. There’s no doubt my husband did too.
I suck softly on him, unsure of what he’ll like or how the foreskin will change it. I know what my husband likes, so I begin doing that. One of my hands goes to his balls while the other grips his shaft tightly. I suck and lick him, paying attention to the entire length of him as I do. The thick muscle under his cock makes it curve up and to the side and I follow it with my lips and tongue and teeth. His foreskin goes taught under his head and I don’t have to worry about it any further.
I mouthfuck him. His hands clench and unclench at his side as work my mouth magic on him. He likes what I’m doing and I enjoy doing it; sucking cock is one of my favorite things ever. I wonder what my husband is thinking and feeling as he watches another man’s meat get serviced by the mouth he owns. I want to face him, but I don’t want to stop pleasuring his bestie. He can watch and like it or not. I’m too in the groove now.
“Fuck, baby,” says bestie, between small moans of pleasure. “Just like that.”
Hearing those words said by another man makes me even hornier than I already was. My tempo increases and I and take him all the way into my mouth and down my throat, gagging on his length. He gasps and a hand grabs my hair tightly; the pain is exquisite and zaps through my entire body. He jerks his hips, fucking my face quickly.
I draw him out, gasping for air. His entire body is tense, his eyes closed, his head tilted back. I steal a glance at my hubby, who is now stroking faster and harder and deeper. He approves wholly of what I’m doing. That turns me on even more.
My pussy is soaking wet, and needs serviced.
“What that mouth do?” I ask.
“Lean back, girl, and I’ll show you.”
I scramble around, moving on the bed and laying down with my legs open. His hands reach for my panties and he slowly eases the top of them down down, exposing my fully shaved pussy.
“Mmm, that looks good. I like it clean like that.”
Which is why I’d made sure to shave it. He’d already told this to my husband in the past and I wanted to give him further incentive to eat me out and fuck me senseless. Besides, I liked a smooth pussy.
He pulls on my panties, drawing them down my legs in quick pulls until they’re off, then brings them to his face. “You wet as hell. Smell fucking awesome. How you taste?”
I find myself blushing. He throws my panties at my husband, who catches them easily and wraps them around his cock. There was no way that was unplanned and the thought of the two of them discussing how I was going to be fucked and what would happen during it turns me on even further. The heat between my legs is almost unbearable and I long to be touched.
By fingers, by mouth, by cock.
I just needed touched.
Bestie moves down between my legs, pushing my knees apart, his mouth poised above me, his eyes locked with mine. “You want me to kiss up your thighs or dive right in?”
I need fucked, so I do what any woman would do and grab his head with both hands and smash him right into my cunt. I feel his hot mouth and probing tongue go to work immediately, lapping and licking and sucking on my swollen pussy. I close my eyes, head back, barely holding back my moans as he eats me out. He knows what the fuck he’s doing and is hitting me in all the right places. This is the first time I’ve been eaten out by anyone other than my husband in over fifteen years.
Fuck, it’s incredible.
My husband watches his best friend eat me out with gusto as he wanks with my wet panties. I can tell from his expression he’s deep into his own groove, enjoying his own cock play just like when we do mutual masturbation. He winks at me and I giggle quickly before gasping as his best friend’s tongue penetrates me. I grind against his face and put my hands to my sides and grip the bed sheets tightly for leverage.
Holy fuck, this man can eat pussy. My husband is good, but this man could teach classes.
I feel hands on my ass, raising it up before two fingers slide inside me to replace the tongue.
“Fuck me…”
“In a minute. I want you on the edge.”
I already am. There’s no way he can make me feel any more than I do at this moment. Every cell in my body is on fire. I can barely breathe. Every breath is ragged and low, every draw strained and challenging.
“Fuck her,” comes my husband’s voice from the chair. “Fuck her cunt senseless.”
That almost sends me over. I moan loudly and grind harder against bestie’s hand. He pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my thighs, pulling me harshly towards the edge of the bed. His hard cock is bouncing readily, waiting for its invitation to play. I position myself, legs bent and off the bed.
Open and waiting.
Ready.
Giving permission.
He places one hand under my ass and uses the other to guide his cock to my hole. His cock is so close I just want to grab it and pull it into me. He dips two fingers back inside me again, sending a wave of pleasure through me, and uses that to wet the head of his cock before pulling his foreskin over it.
He lines his cock up to my cunt.
I feel it pressing against my folds, firm and strong and eager.
More pressure.
And then he’s inside of me, sliding all the way up inside my slick tunnel. My pussy devours him, sucking him all the way in. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, my back arches, and I moan so fucking loud as I let go of the bedsheets and grab at my own hair.
“Oh, fuck. FUCK!”
His hands are at my hips and he locks me in place, clamping me down, pushing me onto the top of the bed. His cock slides in and out of me easily, I’m so wet. Every push into me feels amazing.
“You ready to cum, baby?”
“Fuck, yes! Make me cum. I need to cum.”
I don’t care about my husband at this point. This is now all about my pleasure. I have another man’s cock inside of me and he’s riding me hard and bringing me towards the apex of my orgasm. And probably his. I have no idea how much stamina and endurance bestie has, but I’m wanting to find out. I want him to ride me hard all fucking night!
Every thrust in and out of me makes my body shake as he slams his hips into mine. My feet are dangling freely, my legs held up by his muscular arms as his cock pounds in and out of me. I see my husband furiously tugging at his own cock with two hands now as his best friend fucks the living shit out of his wife in full view of him.
I can hardly breathe.
Every time I catch a breath, he fucks it out of me.
I’m drowning on the bed as he nails me harder with every thrust of his hips and cock.
“Inside or outside?” bestie asks. The question isn’t aimed at me. I don’t fucking care.
“She told me earlier she wants it inside. Fill her up.”
I had said that, hadn’t I? I just never thought it would actually happen.
Fuck.
I’m at the edge — the raggedy edge — and I’m about to fall off.
Bestie grabs my calves and extends my legs up. He’s holding onto me and spreading me, opening me up while he powers in and out of me, his sheer strength holding me in position. I peer down to see the shit-eating grin he’s wearing and I can’t help but grin back. Sweat pours down his chest and down those delicious fucking abs.
I nod at him, giving him permission.
“You close?”
I nod again, unable to form words.
“Cream on me, baby, while your husband watches. Watches while another man fucks you hard.”
That’s what sends me over, my body jerking in place as my climax hits hard. My knuckles are clenched and white as they grip the bedsheets, my back is arched, my hips are spasming as I’m speared on his cock. My pussy walls are gripping every inch of him inside me and my cum is flooding out of me like a bursting river dam.
“FUUUUUCK!” I cry out loudly, my teeth clenched, my body tensing.
I feel his cock pulse and then he’s cumming inside of me, mixing his cum with mine. The heat and pressure from his unloading reboot my orgasm. I don’t want it to stop. Ever.
Fuck.
FUCK.
FUUUUUCK.
My husband gets out of the chair, his cock hard, one hand stroking it urgently. I turn my head towards him and open my mouth. His hot salty cum splashes over my face and into my mouth, and I lick my lips, drinking him up. His best friend is still inside me, his own cock pumping out the last of his own seed into me. I clutch greedily at my husband’s cock and swallow it. It’s softening, but I don’t care. I want to feel it in my mouth while I feel his friend’s cock inside me at the same time. I suck and lick at him as he softens, and he plays with my hair and we look at each other, our love for each other welling within us.
Bestie’s soft cock drops out of me and I hear him go to his knees. His mouth finds my cunt, and he begins cleaning me up with slow, deliberate licks. This. Fucking. Dude.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan as he laps at me and my husband continues playing with my hair. I use my fingers to clean his cum off my face and offer it to him. He licks it from my fingers.
“You good, baby?” he asks, concern in his voice.
I nod and look down at his best friend enthusiastically eating away at my cunt, savoring our cum cocktail, like it’s the most natural thing in the world and not the first time it’s ever happened.
“You?” I ask, reaching a hand out.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, taking it. “You want more?”
“I want it all,” I reply, a warm glow nestling throughout my body as his bestie finishes up. “Tonight, tomorrow, every night we can. With everyone we can.”
He smiles. He’s always been told he has a hot wife, but now he can say he has a hotwife.
And I can’t wait to be fucked by all the men he picks for me.
Until then, we have the rest of the night with his best friend, and we’re going to make the most of it.
I have too many clothes on still and two other holes with two men willing to enjoy all of me.