I should start off by explaining that my wife, Sara, and I have a very open relationship. We have from the moment we met and we will until the day one of us dies. I wouldn't have it any other way and neither would Sara, life is just too damn short. My wife is a beautiful, passionate woman and keeping her all to myself would just be selfish. Despite the birth of our two children she is in incredible shape and, like myself, works hard to stay that way. Aside from being blonde and stunningly pretty she has the long, lean body of a model and actually won a couple local beauty pageants while in college. Combine all that with the set of full D-cup breasts I put on her after our last child was born and you literally have a woman built for pleasure.
I'd gotten a call a few weeks back from an old football buddy of mine who we had a lot of history with. He's a 6 foot 4, thickly muscled black guy who was one hell of a linebacker back in his day. He was coming into town for a couple of nights and I, of course, insisted that he stay with us. We were both looking forward to Ronnie's visit but I'm sure Sara more than me. With the kids and my job it's gotten so hard to find the time for our little games. She'll bring one of her girlfriends home for us to play with every couple of months but it's been a long time since I brought someone home for her and damn near two years since we'd spent time with Ronnie. I'd dropped the kids off at my parents the night before and Sara was all smiles that morning while we waited for him to show up.
I was in my office doing a few things when I heard the front door open and Ronnie's loud, boisterous voice. By the time I'd made it out into the entry he and Sara were embraced in a passionate kiss and he had a healthy handful of her ass.
"Hey, get those big paws of my wife," I said jokingly.
He released Sara and ignored my outstretched hand and gave me one of his big, powerful hugs. Sara made lunch and we spent the next few hours catching up and drinking beer by the pool. Sara looked stunning in her tiny white bikini and Ronnie couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of her.
Eventually we were all feeling pretty good and at one point Sara drained her beer, stood, and said with a smile, "OK, I think you boys have kept this lady waiting long enough."
Ronnie and I smiled at each other then quickly followed her in the house.
She made her way into the living room then plopped down on the couch.
"Now get those trunks off and have a seat," she said as she patted the couch with her hands on each side of her with a big smile on her face.
We both peeled off our shorts then sat down straddling Sara between us. My wife has spent a lot of time sandwiched between us. Even though I'd seen Ronnie's dick countless times it was always a bit of a shock when he whipped it out; it was just so god damn big.
Sara reached over and grabbed it as she said, "God, I missed this."
She gave it a few strokes then reached over with her other hand and grabbed mine. She paused for a few seconds looking from one dick to the other then then slowly started to stroke both.
She again looked from Ronnie's hard cock to mine then looked up at me smiling and said, "Wow, what a lucky girl".
I smiled back and we all laughed as I said, "Queen for a day."
It's a phrase Ronnie and I had used countless times when trying to get some gal to fuck us both. The idea was that she was our queen and we were her servants. Sometimes it would be some random woman we met in a bar but usually it was a girl one of us was already fucking. Matter of fact Ronnie had been fucking Sara for a couple of weeks before he brought her home to me. We both fucked her off and on for several months, sometimes together and sometime individually. Eventually she and I started to see more and more of each other and one thing led to another. Truth be told, if it wasn't for Ronnie and that giant, black dick of his I would have never met my wife.
She stroked us for a few minutes then lowered her head to Ronnie's lap taking the dark head of his cock in her mouth. Ronnie let out a loud moan as she started to bob her head. She'd suck him for a bit then switch to mine continuing to stroke the cock that wasn't lodged in her mouth. After a few minutes she dropped to her knees between us and Ronnie and I scooted closer together to make it easier for her to switch back and forth.
He smiled at me and gave me a fist bump as he said, "Man I missed Sara's sweet mouth, always been a pro at sucking dick."
I laughed then went back to watching her work. As the minutes past it became clear she was spending more time on him than me. I couldn't blame her; it's been two years since she'd sucked Ronnie's cock and she sucks mine all the time. There's nothing like something fresh. I slid down to the floor and motioned for her to concentrate on Ronnie. I watched her head bob up and down rhythmically as I stripped her bikini top off allowing her big, fleshy breasts to dangle beneath her. She sucked as much cock into her mouth as she could and used her hands to stroke the rest occasionally dropping down to lather his balls in spit. I love to watch my wife suck another man's dick, there's just something so erotic about it. I stared mesmerized for a few minutes then slid behind her. I winked at the smiling Ronnie then lowered my head, pulled the bottoms of her bikini to the side and buried my face in Sara's tight ass. Her pussy was already soaked as I licked up and down the pretty, pink slit. I worked her pussy for a few minutes then made my way to her asshole driving my tongue as deep into it as it would go. Sara tried to moan but with a mouthful of black cock just a wet, gargle sound came out.