It's a quiet morning; my hubby and I are just relaxing with a cup of coffee after getting the kids off to school. He has his laptop, where else, his lap, and I have a good idea what he is looking at. The thoughts start flying through my mind like a whirlwind, I wonder if he is ready and willing like he says he always is, should I dare find out? I want to, I do now, and that's for sure! I hate the tug of war I am going through right now, I want them both but I shouldn't, but damn I love having them both! I'm going to do it!
I get up like I'm getting another cup of coffee but my motive is to text 'our' sex friend and see if he is up for some hot, wild and passionate sex, God I hope so.
Within minutes he responds and a smile appears on my face, I'm going to get very lucky! Oh I can't wait. I make my way upstairs to get ready and wait to hear the doorbell, my sign that he is here and ready. I'll give them a minute or so, that way my husband will figure it out, quickly too I hope, and then I can come on down and, well, go down, on them..........he...he...he.
I walk down the stairs, I hear them talking, it's all good I'm hoping. As I get to the bottom of the stairs, I look to them both, and they both have big smiles on their faces, they want it and I'm just the girl to give it to them. They want me and I want them, what a setup.
I make my way between them, it's then that I see they are waiting for me also, pants undone and peeled down some. I look to my husband and he gives me an approving nod toward our friend. My hands rest on each shoulder and massage him as my mouth can't help but kiss him through his clothing, waiting to uncover him and take him in. I can feel his hardness with my lips, this makes me only that much more anxious to have him in me. I can't hold back, my hands drop to his waist and tug on his shorts, both of them! He raises his hips and assists in the uncovering of my burning desire, one of them anyway. As I pull his shorts off over his feet, I start at his knees with my lips and kiss his thighs as my hands can't help but stroke and massage his groin, his smooth, clean, hairless and luscious groin. I'm hungry for him, I want him, and I'm going to have him.
My hungry mouth reaches its destination and is watering as my tongue reaches out and starts to lick his sack ever so gently, my hand still holding and stroking his hard member. He moans as I continue, wanting so bad to take his balls in my mouth and savor them but I'm not sure he's up to that based on the last time I had him. My thirsty mouth moves to the head of his manhood, which is dripping wet, and licks his sweet nectar. Umm this tastes good, I want more and I let him know I want it. Once I have all of his sweet juices, I move back to his balls and lick them some more. I can't help myself, I love the feel of my husband's balls in my mouth and I want his too! I, very gently, take him in and the sound of his moan is from pleasure so I continue to savor his ball in my mouth, first one then the other. After some time he has become quite used to the feel of it and is more relaxed. I feel more of his juices on my hand and decide I need more of it.
With my tongue making circles on the head of his hot, hard member, I clean all of his juices off. Teasing him for several minutes, his anticipation high, as well as his rod, I make my move. With a quick, deliberate and smooth motion, I go down on him and take it all. He releases an exuberant and pleased sigh as do I. I start stroking him with my eager and willing mouth while fingering his balls. I feel and taste small spurts of his juices as I do this. I'm able to look and see my husband on the other couch watching and stroking his own wet and hard member with a huge smile on his face. He loves to watch me do this and ...well, I'm more than happy, I'm finding, to oblige his little fetish. In fact, as with this morning, I'm begging for it, just as I want to feel both of their hot, sweet loads of seed splash the back of my mouth and fill my belly. Of course, I also want the same for my hungry vagina; she is begging to be filled with their manhood and all the sweet man juice they can give me.
With the sight of my husband stroking himself while watching me, the smell, taste, feel and sight of our friend and his manhood, I feel myself on the edge as my free hand moves to my own womanhood and start to massage it. I am able to keep this going for many minutes, watching my husband, oral pleasures to the friend, and working my own self. I'm about to burst, I hope he is too, I want us to go together, I try hard to hold off as I look to our friend and tell him to give it to me. I continue to devour his manhood, relishing the thought of tasting him, feeling him explode in ecstasy in my mouth while my own body releases its flood of pleasure.
I get my wish, I feel him ready to go and I work him good, anxiously awaiting my reward. I finger my own self faster, hopping we explode together. I can't wait anymore, here I come, I let myself go, pleasure gushing out of me. With my pause for my own orgasm, the sound and sight must have been enough as he releases his juices into my mouth. Oh it tastes good as I drink every drop he can give me, softly sucking him trying to get all of it.