Like any other hot-blooded man, I often fantasized about including a second woman into our lovemaking, but my wife, Karen, had always rejected the idea. I'd be lying if I said that I had any other complaints when it came to sex. My wife was up for just about anything, and was almost as hot-blooded as I was. We fucked at least three times a week, and she gave at least as many hand- and blowjobs. As a result, I was a very satisfied man, and the whole notion of a threesome had become a distant, low-priority fantasy.
Jessica was my wife's best friend. They met in junior high and have been friends ever since. Even after moving to different towns, they stayed in touch and got together at least two of three times a year. Usually it was just the two of them, but once in a while, they dragged us with them, as a sort of an awkward double date. Like the night this story starts...
It was a Friday evening, and we'd gone out to dinner, the four of us – Karen, Jessica, Jessica's boyfriend Kevin and myself - to a sushi bar. Afterwards, we'd gone to a nearby bar for a drink. Well, in the case of the girls, quite a few actually. Kevin and I did our best to pass the time, and we started up quite a few conversations, but since we had very dissimilar interests, none of our chats lasted longer than a couple of minutes. Since I was the designated driver of the group, I had to stay sober, and was therefore probably the most bored by the end of the night.
When we finally left the bar – just when I thought that the ordeal was over – Jessica proposed to have another drink at their place. Not wanting to be a party pooper, I reluctantly agreed. Since the girls were wasted, the level of conversation, not to mention their sense of humor had significantly declined. Kevin – also pretty smashed – didn't seem to mind all that much, but for me, this night couldn't end quickly enough. Once over at their place, I had to keep myself from falling asleep several times, bored out of my skull.
But then it happened. During one of the times I was dozing off, I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh, sliding towards my crotch. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Karen, sitting next to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, as I sat up, expecting her to pull away.
"Keeping you awake! It's quite rude to fall asleep in someone else's home," she said, giving my growing cock an extra hard squeeze, while she shared a naughty giggle with Jessica.
Flabbergasted by her behavior, I just glanced down at her hand, not knowing what to say or do.
"Mmmm, maybe I should fall asleep too," Kevin quipped.
"Oh, you poor baby," Jessica chuckled, looking at him, "Are you feeling a bit neglected?"
And just like that, she too reached for her man's crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze. From that moment on, although they continued drinking and talking, the girls made sure we were constantly hard as a rock.
I decided to keep quiet – and not draw any unnecessary attention to myself – as I didn't want to jinx this. From the looks of things, Kevin had the same idea. After about six or seven minutes, it was Jessica who made the next move. She glanced over at Kevin while sipping from her glass, and slid her hand behind his waistband. He gasped – probably as surprised as anyone else – and stared down at his wife's hand, gently squeezing his fat tube under his clothes.
Feeling a bit jealous of Kevin – I had no idea at the time – and because Karen didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, I reached down and unzipped my pants. She looked down at my crotch, then up at me, with a serious look on her face. She seemed hesitant.
But, after briefly glancing over Kevin's crotch again, she slid her hand into my pants, then in my boxers, where she grabbed my fat cock, making me gasp. The look in her eyes changed briefly as she was obviously impressed by how big and fat my dick actually was.
Once again, several minutes later, it was Jessica who took the next move. While talking about some late night tv show with my wife, she simply pulled Kevin's dick out into the open and started pumping it fiercely. She didn't even look at him.
Although she was pretty drunk, seeing another cock was a bit of a shock for Karen, and she visibly zoned out for about ten seconds. While she uncomfortably stared at Jessica's hand stroking Kevin's fat shaft up and down, her own hand movements, on my dick, slowed down somewhat.
Eventually, Karen had to snap out of it, because Jessica kept yapping away, and at some point did expect some sort of feedback from her. While she answered her friend, my wife briefly glanced down at my crotch, trying to decide what to do. After hesitating for a few more seconds, she seemed to make up her mind and pulled my dick out into the open as well. While she looked me dead in the eye, she began jacking me off, in plain view of Jessica and Kevin.
I would have settled for just the handjob, but Karen decided to take things to the next level – and then some. Although she'd been shy and cautious up until now, she seemed to have flipped a switch in her head, which made her more adventurous. She put down her glass and leaned down into my lap, positioning her head in between my stomach and my big cock. After brushing her hair behind her ear – thereby making sure Jessica and Kevin had a clear view of her face – she slowly engulfed my swollen tip with her warm mouth.
Our hosts were as flabbergasted as I was and gawked down at my wife sucking my dick right in front of them, in their living room, on their couch. Although Jessica had started the whole thing, she would have been perfectly content with jacking Kevin off. She was definitely up for a bit of naughty fun, but a blowjob was clearly out of her comfort zone. And yet, after looking at Karen polishing my knob for another minute or so, she must have felt like she didn't have a choice. Reluctantly, she slowly put her glass down as well and got into a similar position, bending her head down into Kevin's lap.
Needless to say, I was having a blast. My wife loved giving head, and was subsequently very good at it. She especially knew how to make it last. Not just a suck-swallow-goodbye kind of thing, but a long, sloppy, blowjob that usually made my toes curl.
While Jessica seemed to be fine with just continuing her uninspired and uncomfortable blowjob, Karen seemed determined to give me some of her best work. And with every passing minute, she seemed to get more aroused, and started acting accordingly.
At first, she slid off the couch and got on her knees – without taking my cock out of her mouth. No problem there, as I figured she was just getting into a more comfortable position. Then, about ten seconds later, she wriggled her feet around and pushed her heels off. Taking your shoes off in someone else's living room may seem a bit forward and overly familiar, but considering what she and Jessica were doing, I didn't give it second thought.
It wasn't until she used both hands – while continuing to bob her head up and down my pole – to reach under her skirt, that I started sensing trouble. To everyone's surprise, Karen started taking off her nylons, skillfully maneuvering them over her knees and pushing them all the way down to her feet – all without letting my cock slip from her mouth.
Once her nylons were off, she wrapped her right hand around my cock, and began pumping it again, while her left hand started unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't believe my eyes. What the hell was she doing? I could have said something, and stopped her... but I wasn't prepared to pay the price. I was horny and I wanted to get off. But more importantly, I wanted Jessica and Kevin to see what a slut my wife was. I wanted them to know what a lucky man I was...
Because she was using her non-dominant hand, it took her quite a while to undo all the buttons. After taking it off, she didn't just drop her blouse on the floor, no... she threw it over my head, behind the couch somewhere.
Then, she wrapped both hands around my dick, one at the base and one just below the ridge and began massaging both ends simultaneously, yet independent of each other. At the same time, she continued nursing on my puffy tip, driving me positively insane. I had rarely seen her this motivated, this passionate!
Kevin and Jessica couldn't believe what was happening, and gawked at her in disbelief. Karen, on the other hand, hadn't looked at them once. She didn't care. She was in the zone and just wanted to do whatever popped into her dirty mind. I realized that this was a unique opportunity, which would be over as soon as I spurted, so I did my best to hold off for as long as I could.
Although Jessica seemed very intrigued by what her friend was doing, it was clear that she wouldn't be taking anything off, not even her shoes. She was willing to stroke and suck Kevin's cock, but taking her clothes off in front of me – and Karen – was a line she didn't want to cross. My wife, the little slut, on the other hand, was more than willing to keep everyone entertained.
Without hesitation, she suddenly reached back with both hands and began unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt. While she swallowed my fat shaft whole and began sucking on it again, she pushed her skirt down over her ass, exposing it to our flabbergasted hosts. Kevin immediately shifted in his seat to improve his viewing angle, forcing Jessica to move with him.
I honestly didn't know how far Karen was going to take this – maybe she didn't either – but I was keen to find out. I noticed Kevin drooling over my wife's nearly perfect body, now only cladded in a black bra and matching panties. I knew he was hoping she would take them off as well. Truth be told, so was I.
It took her another two minutes to make her next move. While still bobbing her head up and down my hard shaft, she reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra. She threw it behind her, with considerable force, causing it to end up in the far corner of the living room.
