John and Jane and Clive and Mar

Waiting, naked, on hands and knees, John looked wonderful. Over the eight years of our marriage, I had grown accustomed to the sight of his lean, muscular body, but now, so prone and so vulnerable, he looked more beautiful than ever.

Kneeling behind him, Mark worked lubricant over the length of his thick member and then, as I parted John's buttocks, smeared more onto his anus. Clive, cock in hand, waited, kneeling at John's head as I had asked him to.

I continued to hold John's muscular cheeks open as Mark first presented his engorged glans to his hole then pushed.

John gasped and I whispered soothingly,

"Relax, my Love. Deep breaths."

John's ring expanded, the red knob disappearing inside him.

"That's it", I told him, "that's Mark's cock inside you. Keep breathing deeply and you'll take it all."

Mark grasped his hips and slowly, inexorably, slipped further into John's arse till the full length was in him.

"Just hold it there", I said as I moved to John's head and beckoned Clive to bring his cock closer. The foreskin was drawn back. His glans was darker than Marks, almost purple. Glistening droplets of semen dribbled from its tip. I wanted to hold it, to handle its throbbing mass, to take it in my own mouth but this was all for John.

I told him; "This cock is for you, too, my Love. Take it".

He took it, opening his mouth, slipping it over Clive's hardness, taking it deep inside.

I moved away to the bedside chair as Mark and Clive began shafting John at both ends, slowly rocking hips back and forth, working into and out of my dear, sweet husband.

I urged them on, telling them to fuck a little harder, a little faster and they did just as I asked.

I encouraged John, "That's it, my Love, take those cocks". But he needed no encouragement. He took to it perfectly, alternately pushing back his hips to meet Mark's thrusts then rocking forward to swallow Clive. He gagged slightly, saliva drooled from his mouth, he moaned a lot but took it all.

Faster now and John began to sob rhythmically in time to his fucking. Mark, too, began to moan and I sensed he was approaching climax. He did just as we had agreed and withdrew from John's arse. Clive took the signal and pulled from John's mouth leaving him gasping, begging, "In me...please...don't stop...I need...I want...your cocks". But Mark and Clive paused momentarily to regain their breath then changed ends.

John lunged so eagerly at Mark's cock that Clive had to pull him back into position to gain entrance. For a brief second, as Clive spread his buttocks apart, I caught a glimpse of John's gaping anus before it was filled with cock.

They began again, working back and forth, fucking my husband, spit roasting him as I dreamed he would be.

In our plans I was to remain the observer but overcome with lust, I pulled down my skirt and knicker and knelt behind Clive, my legs astride one of his. I quickly threw off blouse and bra then, parting my soaking labia, pressed my clitoris to his hard buttock. Arms around his chest, breasts squashed to his back, I hugged and held on tightly and he thrusted in and out of John. I kissed his shoulder. I called out hoarsely to them both by name, "Mark...Clive...fuck him...fuck my husband".

Clive lost all rhythm, his body bucked into orgasm and, clinging onto him for dear life I came myself, biting hard onto the muscle of Clive's shoulder, rubbing my crotch against him.

I could hear Mark's breathing change then suddenly he groaned and I knew he was emptying into John's mouth. Still in the throes of my own orgasm I shouted, "Don't you dare swallow, John. Don't you dare."

Desperate for this to work as I had dreamed, I pushed Clive away and fell upon John's arse, lapping up the sperm oozing from it.

John raised himself upright. I moved around and knelt astride his thigh. He was trembling. His cock was rock hard. We kissed. I held his cock and wanked him.

Their sperm mixed in our mouths as we tongued it back and forth.

Mark knelt behind me, handled my breasts, kissed the back of my neck. Clive knelt behind John, fingered his nipples, kissed the back of his neck.

I rubbed myself on John's thigh, sliding back and forth.

Hands, I don't know whose, replaced mine on John's cock and worked it, pumping his erection.

My hands now free, I held John's face, licked up the sperm trickling over his chin and pushed it back into his mouth.

He groaned. He froze. I worked myself faster on him.

We came together, swallowing the last drops of our lovers' sperm.