"Well, babes, why don't you...take care of both of us?"
She raised her eyebrows, taken aback initially, but then seemed to think about it for a few seconds, and finally smiled.
"Sure, that sounds very sexy, why don't you guys go sit down next to each other on the couch?"
Randy and I shared a look, and then quickly walked over to the couch. We both quickly got undressed and sat next to each other. My wife walked in shortly after, still in just her t-shirt.
"Scoot a little closer guys, I can only move so far," she said, and we slid closer, so that our naked thighs were touching. I was already completely hard, and I couldn't help but look down at Randy's cock laying on his thigh, just starting to stiffen up. While he wasn't absurdly bigger than me, the difference was certainly noticeable, both in length and in how thick he was. I was in "middle-aged dad bod" shape, but he obviously was still working out regularly, keeping in something much closer to college shape. My wife kneeled down in front of us, centered somewhat, and pulled her soft, dark hair back in a ponytail. She started with Randy, first running her pink little tongue around his fat purple head, licking up the small bead of precum that had formed, before opening wide and slowly swallowing as much of his cock as she could. Her left hand reached out and wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking me while she bobbed up and down next to me. Her right hand snuck between her thighs, gently rubbing between her sticky, wet lips. It was quite the feat of coordination and concentration, and it was...impressive to watch her work on my friend's big dick. She slurped and slobbered on his knob for another minute or so, and then she leaned over and began going to work on me. My wife has sucked my cock hundreds of times, and every time has been great, but she had a newfound energy that she was bringing to the task, and that combined with the surreal sexuality of the situation made this instantly the greatest blowjob I had ever had. She had to switch hands in order to keep up the triple action of sucking, jacking and rubbing her clit, and after about 5 minutes of going back and forth, she paused.
"Hmm, this is hard work!" she exclaimed, "Normally I have a free hand to work on Randy's cock while I suck him."
We both sort of laughed, neither of us complaining about the current situation, but when she returned her oral attentions back to Randy, I noticed my left hand starting to move, seemingly on its own volition, and before I knew it, I had wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. It felt hot to the touch, and simultaneously rock hard and soft to the touch. I curled my fingers around it, and slowly started stroking up and down. Randy immediately turned to look at me, but then just closed his eyes and laid his head back, continuing to enjoy my wife's warm, eager mouth. As I got more bold, my hand met my wife's lips on the upstroke, and she immediately froze, opening her eyes and looking up at me, mouth full of dick. She slid her lips off and sat back on her heels for a second.
"Mike...that is so fucking hot. You are jacking his cock. Do you want to feed it to me? Do you want to help me make him shoot that hot, gooey load into my mouth? Doesn't it feel so big, and hard, and amazing?"
"Fuck, baby, suck his cock, put it back in your mouth, I want to feed you this big piece of meat," I panted, her hand now flying up and down my shaft. She immediately clamped her mouth around his dick, her right hand once again furiously rubbing her clit, and I heard Randy start to breathe heavily, a slight moan escaping her lips. I was now sliding my fist up and down his cock, lubricated by my wife's saliva and whatever precum she wasn't able to lick up, and I saw his balls start to tighten as the first rope of his orgasm fired into my wife's waiting, hungry mouth. I kept jacking him firmly as I could feel the cum shoot up the shaft, and I saw her cheeks begin to bulge out as she frantically tried to savor and swallow as much of his creamy load as she could. Her own orgasm hit her, and she began to tremble and moan as she gulped it down. There was too much, however, and some of it started to leak from the corners of her mouth and run down the back of my hand. As his release subsided, I took my now cum-covered hand off of him, looking at it and then at my wife as her hand continued to pump on my dick, slick with my own pre-cum. I looked at her, and she looked at my hand, and she just smiled at me, and nodded. I knew what she meant with that look, and I brought my hand to my mouth and, tentatively, licked my fingers clean. I immediately felt my eyes rolling back as I let out a moan and blew my own load all over my wife's hand. All three of us were panting and out of breath.
"Well...that was fun, but we sure are all messy!" my wife giggled. "How about we go upstairs and take a shower, and let Randy get himself together, ok Mike?"
I could barely concentrate on what she said but simply nodded, and followed her upstairs. We showered together but were both too spent to do anything more than that. I got out, shaved and got dressed, and we talked about our plans for the day, as if nothing had happened. My wife suggested that we go mini-golfing, just the three of us, so we went downstairs to see if Randy was interested.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but things would change even more dramatically later that night.
