Some Background
My wife Jennifer and I have been together for 8 years now, but this story is from about 4 years into our marriage.
Jennifer always complains that she feels chubby, but I can tell her honestly that she's got nothing to worry about. Her breasts are average, her tummy is adorable, if anything might be slightly worthy of the "fat" accusation it'd be her ass, which is perfect as far as I'm concerned. In my opinion, she's damn hot.
When we started having sex it was great, vanilla at first, followed by an increase interest in variety once the normal honey-moon phase wears off. Like most couples we gradually integrate little kinks and such into our life, but our sex life began to focus on one particular that kink we never truly anticipated, and where it led us was a surprise to us both.
It started with a tiny little thing, one time during a particularly hot session I put my finger in her mouth. It felt amazing in a way I can't explain, somehow the sensations in my cock "fused" with those in my finger and it felt like I was being sucked off and fucking at the same time. Jen was super into it too, and in subsequent sessions, this little move became a staple, I'd even say Jen couldn't get off without it. One time, after having sex I explained this "fused" sensation to Jen and said as a joke that I wish I really could fuck her mouth at the same time as I was fucking her cunt. She joked that she wished she could suck a cock for real.
"yeah? you wish we had another cock to suck while you're being pounded?"
"mmmm, yes, please . . ."
My mind sort of snapped out of it, what were we saying? "okay, but you wouldn't want that for real though, would you?"
"No," she replied, obviously cluing in "I guess not. You're so great in bed, I don't really feel the need for anyone else."
What a lie that would turn out to be.
The seal was broken and little by little our sexual fantasies gradually started to involve other people. Sometimes other girls for us to fuck (she's a bit bi, and she's into it) but more often they were fantasies about her being double teamed, or occasionally having a train run on her (that one is definitely more her fantasy than mine).
After we'd both cum and go to clean up, we'd often reassure each other, "but you wouldn't REALLY . . " "No of course not, it's just a hot fantasy."
But eventually the dominance of the fantasy became less scandalous to us, and less and less we had these post-sex conversations. At first I'm sure we thought that the words just went unsaid, but in reality I think it was because we didn't want to ask.
The Setup
Our story really begins as so many of these do, at a party:
We had partied pretty hard in college, but for the past few years, the nights of getting smashed and doing embarrassing things had dwindled to, maybe, a few nights a year, new years, 4th of July, etc.
One summer an old friend of mine, Chris, texted me:
Ch- "hey, I'm gonna be in town next week, are you going to Dustin's get together?"
Even though we didn't party much, some of our friends who were more hesitant to settle down and never really stopped. They often still invited us, but because of work and other commitments we usually had to say no.
Me -"I hadn't really planned on it, his 'get togethers' can get a little . . . wild."
Ch-"I might be moving back permanently soon, so I'd like to reconnect a bit, maybe meet some girls."
Chris was probably my best friend in college, but he'd moved to another state a few years ago to become an adjunct professor. He had a long term girlfriend out there but it ended abruptly about a year ago.
We had a lot of the same interests and he was super smart, we did a lot of the things that I assume most college guys do and so we'd seen each other naked plenty. Chris was well hung and good looking, he should have no problem meeting someone nice.
Me-"sure, I can introduce you to some of the new crowd, always happy to help an old friend get his dick wet ;)"
At dinner, I mentioned it later to Jen who was surprised but pleased "oh, Chris is so nice, I'd love it if he was back in the area."
Jen and Chris had hooked up once or twice before we'd met, but never dated seriously. When we started to date he very respectfully never hit her up again.
"yeah, and after his break-up I feel kind of bad for the guy, I'm sure he's looking for a bit of a change of scenery. We're probably going to go to Dustin's party on Sunday, introduce him to a few people, that alright with you?"
I expected Jen to roll her eyes and complain that I'd have work the next day, but she didn't, "sure! let's all go. I'd love to see Chris again."
"oh, I didn't think you'd want to come, you know how those parties get . . ."
"those are just rumors," she scoffed, "no orgy ever broke out at the ones we went to. And even if they are true, a few people hooking up in Dustin's bedroom isn't an orgy,"
We finished dinner with pretty normal chitchat, but I was a little apprehensive. The word on the street was that Dustin's parties had only gotten crazier since we stopped going. Dustin was a real estate agent and made pretty good money, in addition to having snagged a practical mansion at way below market rate.
Later that night I decided to test the waters, so when Jen was getting into her bed-clothes I came up behind her and kissed her on the neck,
"oh, really?" she sighed, "I'm kinda tired, and I've already showered."
I pressed into her "who would make the hottest threesome for us, how about Vanessa?"
She rolled her eyes but replied "maybe, but she's told me she's totally straight, and I dunno how I'd feel with you fucking another woman when I don't get anything."
"what about Dustin? He's pretty good looking."
Now she pushed back into my crotch, "He's a jerk, and I don't know if I could get aroused."
"I've seen his cock, it's very nice" I put my hands around her tummy and slid them up to touch her breasts, "When you see it you might change your mind."
"mmm, I might just like to suck it, but I'd still want you inside of me."
Her hand felt for my cock as I moved one hand up to her mouth.
"oh, I thought you were tired, I thought you'd already showered?" I teased.
"You did this, you know exactly how to get me going."
"Would you fuck Chris?" I pushed, "you know he's coming back to town."
"Chris and I are old news, but he is a good lay,"
"What if an orgy did happen? you might finally get to live out your fantasy."
She took my finger out of her mouth "ohh, I'd like that, I'd want every man at that party to have a turn fucking my mouth."
"I'd like to see that."
She lay down for me on the bed and I entered her easily, talking about getting double teamed was a sure way to make her go from dry to soaking in no time.
"I want you to suck someone's cock at that party, you filthy girl."
In no time at all she was reaching her climax, moaning on my thumb and sucking it like a cock.
She came and since I was so close I pulled out, and we re-arranged as fast as possible to get my cock in her mouth, she sucked just a few times and I blew my load hard down her throat.
When I was done she rushed to the bathroom to spit and pee. I lay back on the bed, while she took another quick shower. When she was back, I asked a question I hadn't asked in a long time, "just to make sure, all that stuff about fucking other people, that's JUST fantasy right?"
She looked me in the eye and did some mental calculations, "I mean, I don't think I'd really MIND if it happened for real, but yeah, just your cock is good enough for me."
We cuddled in bed, and Jen fell asleep quickly. My mind was racing and it took me a long time to sleep. What exactly did that mean? Would I even really mind if it wasn't just fantasy?
The Main Event
Sunday finally came and we met up with Chris for dinner before heading to the party. We gave him all the latest gossip to catch him up; Which girls I knew weren't single and which ones to avoid for various other reasons. As well as all the wild stories we'd heard about Dustin's parties. We arrived at the party a little early, and Dustin didn't answer the door immediately. We heard a bit of a crash and someone say "oof" somewhere inside and after another minute, Dustin arrived sputtering apologies "sorry, fellas, was just in the middle of a shower, didn't expect anyone for a bit, come on in!" Dustin was hiding a bit behind the door, which was hard since he's a pretty big guy. When we entered we saw he just had a towel around his waist, but his hair wasn't exactly wet. I tried to share a knowing look with Jen but her eyes were locked on the raging hard-on which the towel did little to conceal.
"Right." Chris smirked.
As soon as he noticed Jen, he blushed, "Oh, God, sorry, I only noticed the boys on the camera."
"Oh, don't mind me, really," Jen quickly replied, "I'm not shy."
"uhh, well, in that case." He slipped off his towel and waved his nearly 9 inches around a bit. "See anything you like?"
Now Jen really did blush, but she didn't look away.
"Sorry guys, just trying to set the mood for the party. Gimme a chance to get dressed and I'll show you around."
I was a bit shocked at Dustin, but he'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so it wasn't out of character. The way Jen looked at his cock was a more concerning, but I put it out of my mind.
We explored the first floor while Dustin ran to get dressed. The place was huge and well decorated, at least in the pre-fab sort of way you'd expect a realtor to decorate. There was a large bar to our right, a slightly lower level through the left that had a TV room with comfy sofas and a gigantic flatscreen. The door through the middle lead to an elaborate dining hall with a large table. Through the back window we could see a full sized swimming pool complete with a hot tub. The giant staircase on either side of the lobby lead up to the second floor, and the balcony. Real swanky shit.
When Dustin came down he was dressed in a white dress shirt that showed his build well and jeans. He really had showered now and was beaming from ear to ear. "Alright, now let me show you around!" He brought us through the various rooms on the first floor mentioning loads of construction terms I knew nothing about, he was in real realtor sales-mode. I didn't pay a lot of attention, but Jen held on to his every word. Chris sort of hung back and observed everything in his own way. On the second floor I had to pay attention, "and if things go properly tonight, this next room..." he paused "... is the fuck room." He swung open the double doors to reveal a dark purple room with a giant bed in the middle, plenty of cushions were scattered on the floor and there were four or so love seats against the wall. "Ya know, if you and your wife happen to need a little down time." He winked at me.
Before we could really respond the doorbell rang, "Oh hey, more guests!" and Dustin rushed off to welcome whoever had just arrived.
"Damn, I guess maybe those 'rumors' are a bit more than just that." laughed Chris with a bit of amazement.
