We had been looking forward to this night for some time now, as it had been nearly a year since our first encounter with our friends, Christian and Tasha.
My wife, Sandy, longed for another evening of fucking Tasha more than anything. The two of them had been flirting back and forth through emails almost every day since Tasha moved to Florida, mostly talking about how they couldn't wait to taste each other again. Tasha fell in love with Sandy that first night and told me that she would steal her away from me if she could, but she would settle for sharing her as long as I occasionally fucked her from behind; something that Christian would not do, but I took great pleasure in doing that night.
Christian was anxious to fuck Sandy, as the alcohol had gotten the best of him last time and he passed out after receiving only a brief blowjob from her that ended without orgasm. I was excited about the whole thing, though I was still unsure of how the sight of Sandy fucking Christian would affect me. The thought of it turned me on, so I guessed that the sight of it would too. Regardless, it was going to happen tonight.
Tasha's flight was due to arrive at 3 in the afternoon and it would take her 2 hours to drive to our house from the airport. Christian showed up at our house at around 2pm, and the three of us began our celebration by opening a beer and putting Loveage's Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By on the stereo. Christian had just gotten some new ink a few weeks before, so we spent some time checking out the new addition to his impressive collection of body art.
Sandy loves tattoos, so she started getting horny as soon as he lifted up his shirt. This was evident in the little moan she made as she caressed the fresh, intricate design that ran down the left side of Christian's abdomen. From my seat on the bar stool I could see the seductive look in her deep blue eyes as she stared up at him, gently biting at her lip for a moment. The image of her mouth filled with his cock that night jumped into my mind and my cock started to get hard. Then she slapped his ass in a way that said I'll have my way with you later and turned toward me, flinging her white-blonde hair up in his face. Christian slowly let his shirt down while he stared at Sandy's ass walking toward me; the smile never leaving his face.
Sandy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to suck your cock with Tasha tonight."
She tongued my ear and placed her hand on my cock. Christian, still smiling, turned his attention to his beer and took a swig.
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We were sitting at the bar in the kitchen when the phone rang. It was 3 o'clock, so we all suspected that it was Tasha letting us know that she had landed and was on her way. This was not the case. It was Tasha, but she was calling to inform us that her flight was delayed, and then rerouted to another airport.
"That sucks!" Sandy said as she glared at me and Christian with agonizing frustration.
"Tell me about it! The flight was terrible. I had this smelly old guy sitting next to me that kept letting his hand slip off of the armrest and onto my leg while he pretended to be asleep. I fucking told the stewardess and the bitch looked at me like I was making shit up. I'll never fly that fucking airline again.
Is Christian there yet?"
"I'm so sorry sweetie. Ya, he's right here. Do you want to talk to him?"
"Ya. I love you baby and I'll see you as soon as I can get there!"
"Mmmm... I can't wait!"
Sandy handed the phone over to Christian, who had a look of defeat on his face. Sandy looked at me with the pouty lip that she uses when she wants something really bad.
"She's not gonna be here until really late, I know it!" I could see that Sandy was on the verge of tears, even though she was trying to keep a playful smile on her face, and I began to think that she might love Tasha as much as Tasha loved her.
"It's okay babe, I'm sure she won't be that late."
I could hear Tasha saying to Christian, "You guys had better wait for me. I will be so hurt if you do anything with them while I'm not there!"
"Don't worry! We will most likely be hammered when you get here, but we'll be up and waiting."
Tasha said something else that I couldn't make out, then Christian let out one of his Revenge of the Nerds laughs and said, "Alright; love you too," and hung up the phone. He grasped his Elvis-like hairdo with all of his fingers and looked down at the table with his eyes wide open.
"So, apparently Tasha's connecting flight isn't leaving for another 4 hours, which means, assuming her flight is on time, she won't be here until about 11 tonight."
He looked at me and Sandy as if he was waiting for us to make a decision right then and there as to how the rest of the night would go.
"Where the hell is she?" I asked Christian.
"Baltimore."
"She may as well fucking rent a car and drive!"
"I know, right?"
We all sat there, alternating our stares from each other to the bar.
"Well, fuck it. Let's stay true to your word and get good and hammered for when she gets here."
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By 10 o'clock we were all lit up and loose. The music had gone from volume level 3 to 10 and we were laughing and playing cards in the kitchen. It was as though the three of us had forgotten about sex altogether; even Tasha for that matter. Our well planned night of group sex had turned into an evening of beer and cards with our friend Christian.
"I don't think she's coming." Christian said, as he looked up at the clock and reminded us why we were all hanging out.
"No, she said... you said that she would be here at 11." Sandy said, slurring her speech a bit and laughing at herself.
"She hasn't called though. She has her cell phone... why hasn't she called yet? She should've landed... like... I don't know, a while ago."
"I wanna fuck her so bad!"
"Me too!"
I didn't say anything. I wanted to fuck her too, but for some reason I never wanted to admit it to either of them. Maybe it was because I was afraid of hurting their feelings. Maybe it was because I felt that if they knew that I wanted to fuck her, it meant that I was completely okay with the two of them fucking. Watching her give him head was kind of a turn on, but watching them fuck might be a different story.
Sandy got up and came over to me. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue in and out of my mouth as if to emulate a cock fucking my face. I pulled away and wiped my face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said as I laughed.
"What, you can fuck my face but I can't fuck yours?"
"You can fuck my face, but I'd prefer you to do it with your pussy."
"Can I?"
"Right now?"
"Ya..."
She looked down at me with a seductive and determined grin. I looked beyond Sandy at Christian, who was sitting on the bar stool behind her. He sat up straight and looked at me with a hint of anticipation, and a sense about him that almost suggested that he knew how the rest of the night was going to go.
"You wanna watch Sandy fuck my face, Chris?"
"Yes I do!" His answer came without thought.
I stood up from my stool and grabbed my wife's ass hard with my right hand, squeezing it as she smiled a drunken slutty smile at me.
I picked her up by her ass and she let out a sexy squeak as I carried her into the living room, and Christian followed. I fell back into the chair with my wife straddling me as she leaned in and kissed my mouth without reservation; as if we were alone. Her hands ran up both sides of my neck as she explored my mouth with her tongue, occasionally stopping to let out a soft moan that made my cock jump in my pants.
My hands slid down across her tits, down to her belly, and I lifted her shirt up over her head. As her face emerged from the neck of her shirt, her eyes looked down at me with intensity for a brief moment, as if she was letting me know how excited she was to be doing this in front of Christian. As quickly as this look appeared on her face, it was replaced with a look of pure lust as she brought her face down and kissed my neck.
I ran my hands along the smooth, fair skin of her back up to her bra strap, which I unclasped with impressive ease. I could sense Christian's pleasure as he watched from his position on the couch next to us. Sandy sat up slowly so that I could remove her bra and reveal her beautiful breasts.
As she looked down at me, I maintained eye contact with her as I undid the buttons of her pants and pushed up with against her with my cock to let her know that I wanted her pants off. She slowly stood up and I leaned over and started taking her pants off.
My eyes drifted from hers just long enough to catch a glimpse of Christian behind her on the couch. His hand was on his crotch and he was smiling a lazy smile at the sight of my wife's perfect ass three feet in front of him. She caught me glancing at Christian and turned around to see his reaction to our display. She let out a soft laugh of both surprise and excitement.
I gently brought my hands up to her hips and slowly pulled her toward me, meeting her clit with the tip of my tongue. She let out an immediate moan that I could tell was day's worth of pent-up sexual frustration. I teased her clit just a little before engulfing her entire pussy with my mouth.
Her body writhed in the same way that a snake's does when it is slowly creeping up on its prey. I thrust my tongue up inside her a couple of times before settling into a slow, steady motion with my tongue upon her clit. She grabbed the back of my head; her fingers weaving into my hair, caressing my head. Slowly, I pulled her toward me as I slid down in the chair so that she was now sitting on my face in a position that would allow her to ride my mouth. She was fucking my face like a 15 year-old boy fucks his first girl, and I knew that Christian was enjoying the show.
Her tempo increased to a violent pace for a few seconds before she came, and I actually bled a little from one of my teeth cutting my lip. As she stood up I could feel the amazing quantity of cum that she had left on my face. She made a quick glance back at Christian before she went for my pants, unbuttoning them and removing them while she took my cock into her mouth.
She raised and dropped her head in a slow repetitive motion, each time taking my cock into her mouth as deep as she could without gagging. Her plush lips felt so soft hugging my cock, and her tongue was lovingly massaging its underside. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my hips as she moved, and she let out a soft moan that I could feel every other time she came up.
I felt like I could cum at any moment, but I held it back. I knew that my wife wanted to fuck and I didn't want to let her down, or leave her horny enough to fuck Christian in front of me while I played the third wheel.
Christian was still fondling his member over his pants as he watched my wife perform her expert blowjob on me.
Suddenly my wife raised her head up off of my cock and took a deep breath while she smiled at me and wiped her mouth. She turned briefly and looked at Christian, then turned back to me and began climbing up into the chair to mount me. I could tell that her movements were turning Christian on because he moaned a little as she stood up.
Once she was in position, she grasped my cock in her hand and aimed it for her hot wet pussy. It slid in with ease. My wife let out the deepest, most sensual moan I had ever heard from her in our 4 years of marriage.
