KEVIN:
When I returned home from my company's annual conference, Theresa anxiously shared every detail of the "girl's night" she'd had with Cheryl. And I do mean EVERY detail...! It got me so worked up that by the time she got to the part about Cheryl calling out my name when she got herself off, I almost came in my pants -- of course, my wife noticed.
"So you like the idea of stickin' your dick...correction...MY DICK...all up in the cleaning lady, huh...?!" Theresa shot at me with "THAT" look in her eye.
The prominent bulge in my khakis was my obvious answer.
"Oh fuck...!" I thought to myself -- I froze like a deer in headlights.
We were sitting on bar stools at the kitchen island sipping wine. Theresa climbed from her stool and took a firm grip of my member through my pants.
"So you WOULD fuck her..." she snarled only inches from my face. Despite her size, my wife can be a handful, and is very intimidating when she wants to be. She is also short-tempered and very possessive.
She unzipped my fly, reached in and pulled my hard, throbbing cock free.
"Stand up...!" she ordered.
I stood. She stared up at me still maintaining her death-grip. I started to say something to make light of the situation, but she put a finger against my lips and shook her head.
"You'd shove all of this good, hard dick....MY DICK...into Cheryl's wet, hot pussy and up in THAT ASS..." she snapped slowly stroking me.
I was certain her next move was going to cause me some degree of pain or discomfort. But instead, Theresa squatted, pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles, and took me deep into her mouth and throat until she almost gagged.
In all of our sexual encounters, my wife has never "throated" me. I have personally always suspected that she only occasionally sucks my cock as her idea of reciprocation. This was very unlike her -- an intense, wet, noisy, sloppy blowjob; saliva and pre-cum spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin and onto her t-shirt. The entire time she gazed up at me with that hard, sharp stare.
When I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, I tried to pull away, but she only grabbed my ass and thighs tighter. She held me in place while I shot three or four streams of hot jizz down her throat; she didn't spill a drop.
When I was done, I leaned against the counter to catch my balance and my breath. Theresa didn't utter a word.
She stood and drained the remainder of her wine in one gulp, and then proceeded to strip off her t-shirt, bra, yoga pants and panties, leaving only her red-ankle socks. Breathing hard and still glaring at me, Theresa inserted an index finger into her wet snatch, reached up and rubbed it across my lips.
I knew exactly what she wanted.
I grabbed my wife and we kissed hard and hungrily. I pushed her back against the counter and slowly got to my knees, sucking and nibbling at her erect brown nipples, before lifting her up onto the counter. I spread her thighs and pushed her knees up to her shoulders and she held them in place.
"Eat me..." she snarled. "Lick my pussy...."
I proceeded to lap at Theresa's fully exposed cunt and ass with everything I had. I even took it a step further and did something I liked, but she previously didn't care for -- I put a finger in her ass.
This time she seemed to like it.
"Oh yes....yes, baby....fuck my tight ass..!" she panted.
I flipped her over. Theresa stretched her arms across the kitchen island and gripped the other edge, her face was pressed against the countertop. I wet my middle finger and sunk it into her tight anus up to the 2
nd
knuckle, while I continued to tease her clit. Her small, beautiful feet hung over the counter in front of me twitching uncontrollably; with the red-ankle socks they looked like frantic hand-puppets.
"Oh shit...! Take my ass, baby...take it!" she moaned.
After several minutes I couldn't even understand what she was saying. Not long after that Theresa's toes clenched and curled, the muscles in her cunt and anus clenched around my fingers and she bolted upright, cursing screaming my name. As I withdrew my cum-soaked fingers, she remained in that position, panting, tears and sweat streaming. Her eyes were closed as she gently traced her nipples.
This usually meant she'd had an especially intense and pleasurable orgasm.
I cleaned up and finished my wine to give her time to come down and compose herself.
"So, does this mean we're good on going after THAT ASS...?" she finally asked, with her typical smirk.
"I'm game if you are." I smiled back.
Later that evening we made a video-call to Cheryl. We shared our thoughts with her on hooking up, which she enthusiastically agreed with. The plan was that she would come over on Friday evening.
But I was still concerned. Due to Theresa's temper issues, this could all back-fire and all come down on me.
About an hour after Theresa fell asleep, I placed another call to Cheryl. I had a few ideas of my own.
THERESA:
Kevin was onboard with my plans for getting together with Cheryl that weekend. I knew he would be. To be honest, I was a little mad at first -- my husband admitting that he wanted to fuck another woman, but I was just as turned on by the idea too.
So I pushed that jealous-shit aside and decided to just go for it.
When I got up that Friday morning, I recall feeling a little anxious and "nervous". Kevin had to go into the office, so I took the day off to get everything together, arranging the guest room and food and drinks. I even had the last minute idea to go out and buy us all matching outfits -- white silk loungewear.
I was so horny all day that I masturbated three times before Cheryl got there that evening. Even still I was more than ready.
Cheryl walked in wearing black yoga pants, a hoodie and flip-flops. I wanted to devour her (and THAT ASS) right there in the entryway.
Kevin did too, by the way he looked at her. She gave him a full-body hug that seemed to linger a bit too long (in my opinion). I felt myself getting both hot and wet watching them.
We changed into our evening attire and hung out in the den, watching television, having food and wine, and making really crass jokes and innuendoes -- mostly about THAT ASS. We were having a great time, each of us was definitely ready to fuck -- but no one wanted to make the first move. The only issue I had was how Cheryl seemed to "linger" around Kevin -- touching his arms, complementing him, rubbing his shoulders, she even demonstrated how she'd "lap-dance" him (she gave me one too).
At one point I got the impression that maybe they didn't want me there.
But in all fairness, I knew that the "issue" was mostly in my head. After my second glass of wine it didn't bother me as much. Since things were moving along a little too slowly for me I recommended that we go to our bedroom and relax (our room has the larger bed). Kevin refreshed our glasses and we went upstairs.
Kevin lay across the foot of our bed, and Cheryl and I settled in on the loveseat.
"Theresa," Cheryl finally whispered to me, a little tipsy from the wine, "can I see Kevin's dick?"
I was actually amused by her asking me such a question; and a little turned on that she was acknowledging me as the "boss". I looked at her and then Kevin and smiled and repeated her request out loud.
"Baby, Cheryl thinks it's time to see some dick...!"
Kevin laughed, drained his glass and walked over to where Cheryl and I sat. Standing in front of her, he unbuttoned his shirt, placed his hands on his hips and smiled.
Cheryl timidly looked at both of us, biting her lower lip, before undoing the drawstring of his pajama bottoms and allowing them to fall to the floor. Kevin's 8" uncircumcised, chocolate cock was already semi-hard. She touched it lightly with her fingers before taking it in her hands and slowly stroking him.
