Used

Gifted to Her Best Friend

My wife had me blindfolded and aching -- not just hard, but throbbing, my body tuned like an instrument, every inch of skin craving her touch.

By the time she gave me permission to remove the cover, I was shaking with anticipation.

And when I pulled the blindfold away, I gasped.

There she was -- lying back on our bed, completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft amber light. But she wasn't alone.

Next to her, equally bare and just as radiant, was her best friend.

They were facing opposite directions, propped up on their elbows, but their hips were pressed together -- their pussies gently grinding in a slow, sensual rhythm. The way their bodies moved, synchronized and slick, was hypnotic. Their lips glided across one another, leaving trails of wet heat.

I stood frozen in disbelief.

My wife looked up at me and gave me a wicked smile before curling her finger and beckoning me forward.

I stepped closer, and the moment I reached the bed, she reached for my hand, pulling me toward her for a deep, possessive kiss. As our tongues met, I felt her best friend's hands at my waist.

She tugged at my shorts, pulling them down until my cock sprang free -- already half-hard and rising quickly.

Without a word, she took me in her hand and began to stroke.

And then she leaned over.

Her lips wrapped around me -- warm, wet, soft -- and I moaned into my wife's mouth as she continued to kiss me with a hunger I hadn't seen in years.

I opened my eyes to find her watching me with that same devilish grin.

I whispered against her lips, "Keep going... I just want to watch for a moment."

She nodded, her breath shaky.

I gently pushed her shoulders back, laying her flat on the bed. My hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, feeling the weight and heat of her excitement.

I leaned down, took one of her nipples into my mouth, and sucked, flicking it with my tongue until she arched into me.

All the while, her best friend kept grinding her slick folds against her, their clits sliding in wet, slow circles.

I slid my hand down between them, slipping between their bodies until I found my wife's clit. She was soaking wet -- her arousal pulsing against my fingertips -- and the feel of her best friend's pussy pressing against the back of my hand made me grow even harder.

I slipped two fingers into my wife, curling just right to stroke her g-spot. Her body jolted. Her hips rolled.

She reached for my cock again, stroking me in rhythm with every breath. I saw her eyes flutter closed, her mouth slightly parted.

Then she pulled me closer, guiding me over her until I was straddling her chest.

She licked her lips and took me into her mouth -- slow, deep, patient.

I wanted to see.

I shifted, turning so my ass hovered just above her face. I pressed my cock back toward her lips so she could continue licking the tip while I leaned forward.

And what I saw made my cock twitch.

Their clits were rubbing again -- wet and glistening. The sound of their bodies moving together was a symphony of slippery, squelching friction. Raw. Messy. Beautiful.

I leaned down, my mouth finding my wife's clit once more.

The moment my tongue touched her, her best friend pressed in too -- grinding her pussy against my cheek, against the side of my face, even the top of my head.

I was buried in heat and wetness. Two pussies smothering my face, soaking my lips, my beard, my skin.

I moaned into her as I slid a finger into my wife, curling as I sucked.

Then came the surprise.

I felt her mouth release my cock. Her hand moved lower, gripping my hips.

And then -- warm, wet, sudden -- her tongue slid between my cheeks and found my ass.

She'd only done that once before. But this time... she dove in.

I gasped. My hips rocked back instinctively.

Her tongue worked me, and I began to grind into her mouth -- slow and deep -- riding her face in quiet, desperate thrusts.

My fingers reached for her best friend, sliding into her dripping folds while she moaned against my back, her hips pushing into me from behind.

Her friend eventually pulled back, lips glistening, breath uneven.

Then she slid behind me -- smooth, catlike -- until I felt her hands on my hips and her mouth returning to my ass. Her tongue traced slow, teasing circles, dipping in and out while I moaned against my wife's wetness.

My wife's lips returned to my cock, taking me back into her mouth while her fingers stroked my shaft with careful rhythm.

They were working me in tandem -- mouth to cock, tongue to ass -- while I buried my face in my wife's soaked pussy.

I licked her harder now, flattening my tongue and dragging it across her clit in long, firm strokes. My hands held her thighs wide, my fingers curling to fuck her as deeply as I could while I rocked back into her friend's tongue.

I didn't know where the pleasure started or ended.

I was being worshipped and used, tasted and filled -- my senses overloaded with lips, hands, tongues, heat.

Then I felt something change.

A different pressure.

More deliberate.

Her friend's hand gripped my cheek and spread me wide. A moment later, I felt something cool, slick... firmer than a tongue.

A dildo.

The smooth tip pressed against my hole with purpose -- not forceful, but confident.

She took her time, sliding it forward just a little, then pulling back. Each gentle push sent my cock twitching in my wife's mouth.

It was erotic.

Shameless.

A little humiliating... and completely arousing.

I groaned and opened wider, adjusting to the stretch, to the fullness.

My wife smiled around my cock. She knew what was happening. She loved what was happening.

Then she moved again.

She turned me onto my back and slid my legs apart, lifting them gently -- exposing me fully.

I was panting, dazed.

She climbed onto my face and sat down slowly, her pussy pressing to my mouth, dripping and hot. Her scent overwhelmed me, sweet and raw.

She rolled her hips across my tongue and leaned forward, calling over her shoulder.

"I want to watch you fuck him."

Her friend didn't hesitate.

I felt her move between my legs again -- this time more determined.

The dildo pressed deeper, and this time she didn't stop.

She fed it into me -- slowly, stretching me wider, fuller.

I winced, sucking in a breath as that sharp burn passed through me -- pain and pleasure tangled together.

But I didn't want it to stop.

My wife was grinding into my face, my tongue sliding into her, my lips sucking her clit. She moaned above me, her hips trembling.

"That's it... oh my god, that's it..."

Below, her friend pushed in deeper.

The strap-on sank into me in slow, pulsing waves -- working me open, filling me completely.

I was pinned -- tongue deep in my wife, body stretched wide, ass being fucked in front of her.

And I loved every second of it.

I could barely breathe -- not from exhaustion, but from the intensity of it all.

My wife was above me, straddling my face, soaking my tongue with every slow, desperate grind. She reached down and pulled her cheeks apart, giving me full access to her clit, her folds, the deepest parts of her.

I devoured her like I'd never tasted her before.

Every sound she made -- the moans, the little gasps, the way she whimpered my name -- sent a pulse straight through me.

And behind me... her best friend moved in rhythm, fucking me deeper now. The strap-on filled me to the base. Every time she rocked forward, I could feel my ass stretch around her, feel my prostate pulse, feel my cock twitch untouched.

But I didn't need to be touched.

I was overwhelmed.

My wife's taste. Her heat. The way she gripped my head with both hands, pressing me tighter against her.

The way her friend fucked me like she owned me.

I slid one hand up to her clit and rubbed it firmly as I circled her entrance with my tongue. She let out a deep, broken moan and began to tremble -- her thighs locking around my face, her hips stuttering.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum..."

Her voice was strained, barely a whisper. Then louder:

"I'm cumming... fuck, I'm cumming!"

She ground her pussy hard against my mouth and cried out, her body quaking above me. I held her through it, my tongue flicking and tasting every pulse of her orgasm.

Her friend was still thrusting into me -- slower now, more sensual -- like she was fucking me through my wife's climax.

When the waves finally began to ease, my wife collapsed forward onto the bed, breathless, her body boneless, glowing.

She rolled off me slowly, kissing my chest, whispering something soft that I couldn't even hear.

And then -- something I didn't expect.

She crawled down between my legs.

She looked at her best friend, then at me.

"Let me finish him."

Her friend nodded, slowly withdrawing, the strap-on glistening with lube and... me.

I was empty and full at once -- stretched, used, needing release.

My wife slid her hands under my thighs, lifting me again, and took my cock into her mouth.

She didn't tease. She didn't ease in.

She sucked me like she'd been waiting all night for this -- deep, tight, her throat relaxing around me as her hands massaged my hips and stomach.

I couldn't last.

Not with everything that had just happened.

Not with the memory of being taken, the taste of her pussy still on my lips, the ache in my ass, and the sight of both women watching me unravel.

I moaned loud -- deep, guttural.

My whole body tensed.

"I'm... I'm cumming..."

She didn't pull back.

She swallowed every drop as my orgasm surged, thick and hot. Her tongue never stopped moving. Her lips stayed locked around me, milking me until I had nothing left.

When I finally collapsed, trembling and stunned, they lay beside me -- one on each side.

Soft kisses.

Warm skin.

The room was quiet now, lit only by low lamps and the sound of breathing slowing.

We didn't speak for a while.

We just touched. Exhaled. Smiled.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew...

This was just the beginning.