"Honey, we have a guest...," my husband's voice came from the living room down the hall.
I had just been to the gym... I had just been fucked by another man at the gym and I wanted to come home to tell my husband about it. Sadly, it would apparently have to wait. We had company.
I walked into the room to see my husband and... Jeff. I was so relieved. Jeff is a thick, broad-shouldered stud that my sexy husband approves of showing up unannounced. Always respectful outside the bedroom, Jeff has never crossed even the smallest of lines toward my marriage.
They both sat in armchairs on either side of our side table. It has always been an interest of mine that men like to sit side to side and not face to face like women do. It might just be my own fantasies at play, but I like to think they are worried they might see more than they can handle in the eyes of another man.
As if Jerry was listening to my thoughts, his gaze snapped straight to me like I had pinched his nipple. Giving him a knowing glance and a raise of my eyebrows, just to add to the tease, I moved toward my husband. Jerry shifted in his chair slightly, which made me smile.
Jeff was always good at soothing the highly charged sexual tension in the room, "Hi Rebecca. I was wondering if I could entice you into an hour or so of entertainment this afternoon."
I noticed both Jerry and Jeff had drinks. And erections. They must have been talking about interesting things before I walked in the door. Hiding my curious glance behind a grin, I eyed my husband over - wondering how many times he has sized up Jeff's bulge... how many times he's wondered how it would feel in his throat. MY dirty, greedy cuck.
"I am sure it could be more than an hour when you are involved. How did you know I was looking for another workout, Jeff?" My grin turned soft and sweet. I leaned over and cupped my husband's cheek, kissing his other cheek lovingly, whispering, "Hi baby. I had a great workout today."
Jeff crooked his finger at me to come over to him. Keeping my hand on Jerry's cheek as I walked toward Jeff, intentionally letting it linger against his skin as long as possible as I walked toward another man.
Jeff moved his big, wide hands to my hips and positioned me right in front of him. Voluntarily, I opened my legs to this man. He looked me up and down -- tight dark pink shorts and a light pink tank top with nothing else under them. I was coming home, so after my extended dirty shower at the gym I didn't bother with a bra. Jeff eyed my covered, hardened nipples with a little lust dust in his gaze. His hands moved to the waistband of my shorts and slowly tugged them down, one little tug at a time... each tug a tease and a show of its own: for Jerry's benefit, just as much as mine. Just as the cool air hit the moisture between my thighs, his two hands grabbed the front of my top and ripped it open and off my shoulders. No warning, no tease, he simply demanded it off with his huge hands and muscular arms.
I gasped. I will admit it. I have been taken plenty of times, but he went from flirt to white-hot personified sex with one quick rip -- and time stopped. As if thinking with the same brain, I moved to straddle him and he moved his hands to the back of my thighs -- guiding me to his manhood, guiding me to come worship it with my body. Using both his huge hands, he pushed and pulled me by the bottoms of my thighs... holding them open, keeping them up just enough that my full vulva from clit to pucker rubbed against his still-clothed dick. And that throbbing dick was massive. With my little toes tucked under his thighs just behind his knees, all I felt was my entire womanhood against his meaty, clothed cock and my ass grinding on his upper thighs. My legs were held too wide to feel his hips... it felt like he was ALL COCK. It was fucking amazing.
He rode me hard against his cock. He never sped up though. It was rough but deliberate. He was in control, and he wanted me to feel that with every pull, every squeeze of my thighs, every moan that escaped me. He worked me into a trance. My hands resting on his shoulders while I watched his eyes. His need was right there, locked with mine, getting ready to boil over. The ache. The throb. The rapture.
Jeff must have known I was getting close. He lifted me up by my legs, holding me away from his cock. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. What a tease! In that moment a small amount of awareness creeped back in, and I looked over at my husband Jerry. I am sure he could see the sexual surrender in my face. I looked my husband in the eyes without a word as this big hulking man held my leaking pussy lips against his stomach and started to take my nipple in his mouth.
"B-aby..." it came out light and unsteady... less than a whisper. I couldn't speak. I had to force it out, "Baby." I got my husband's attention as Jeff wrapped his thick arms around my back; one low, one high, pinning me to his stomach and chest. He had just seen the hickey on my breast and I think he was determined to give me a matching set. "Open his pants and take him out.." I demanded, forcing my voice out of my throat, it sounded harsher than I would normally speak to Jerry -- even in these situations.
Jerry moved quickly. Jeff started to grunt as Jerry roughly opened his belt, pulling at the button on his pants rather than pulling on both portions of fabric to open it properly.
I didn't have to see that Jerry had successfully pulled Jeff's heavy, hard cock out from his pants. I could feel the electricity in the air -- it heightened the senses of all three of us. I cannot fully explain the feeling, but it was unbelievable.
Jeff found His spot on my breast. His lips pulled at my full plump tit. The skin puckering toward his closed lips as he sucked harder. As tissues below my skin gave way he forced a scream from my lips and an orgasm from my body. Not holding back, I altogether let myself go. A large release of my cum coated his stomach and my right inner thigh.
