Marie took the wad of tissues her husband, Mark, handed her and quickly blotted at the flow of fresh cum flowing out of her well fucked pussy. Their sex life was great, and they both worked at keeping it exciting. There was one small nagging problem; after almost twenty years, it was as they say; a same sex marriage.
Marie yearned for the excitement of her youth, of a new partner, and all that went with it. The clumsy tit grouping, the feel of a new finger sinking inside of her, the excitement of touching a new and unknown cock.
The problem was how to get Mark, wanting, really wanting to share Marie with another man. It had to be his idea. The thought had come up while watching some porn and liking a MFM that had that real homemade look to it. Mark had even pulled out their mid-sized dildo that night pounding Marie with it as she sucked his cock.
Over the next couple of weeks, Marie's plan began to take place. Little teases like "Which of our friends would you fuck?" or "Did you see Tony checking out my tits last time he was here? Should I give him a better peek?"
The banter was light and breezy, but she could see Mark's mind wandering. Three times in one week he just happened to show her MFM videos where the husband helped in sharing his wife.
"Do you think any of our friends would do anything like that?" Marie casually tossed out.
"Come on babe; you know damn well all of them would fuck you silly given the chance." Mark bragged to his wife.
"Bull -- I could fuck them all and still be ready to go!" giggled Marie.
He had nibbled the bait, and now his male sex obsessed brain would do the rest. Marie wasn't sure what to do next or which of their friends she would want, but fate made that decision for both of them.
The email announced that he was passing through their town, and he could arrange a two night lay over to visit his old college pals. Yes, Peter was coming to town. Both Mark and Marie insisted that he stay in their guest room. The idea of Peter being "the one" hadn't crossed their minds until hours later.
"You know he was always after your ass." Mark reminded Marie.
She needed no reminder. It took all her will power, at the time to keep him at bay. That was when Marie knew that Mark was the man for her and once her sights were set no one, especially, Peter was going to mess that up for her.
"Sure I did, but that was then, and there has been no better man alive than you are for me." Cooed Marie.
The couple fucked liked those early days when everything was new that night. There was no doubt what was on their minds.
Peter arrived, looking, well older, with some touches of gray and some life lines on his face but still in shape. Marie quicky set him up in the guest room while Mark mixed a batch of Martinis. Butterflies flooded Marie's belly as the overt flirting renewed, as if they were back in the dorms of college.
Marie was preparing some snacks as Mark walked into the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around her from behind he cupped her C cup tits teasing her as he quicky unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse. She struggled just a little but was more than willing at the thought of giving Peter an almost full view of her tits as she carried the snack tray back in to the den.
Peter noticed! Of course, Marie bending over to put the tray down gave him a spectacular view. Her nipples as hard as granite testified to her excitement. Mark was both proud and a bit jealous as his wife openly flirted with their friend but his cock bulging was winning out over any hesitation he might have.
A second round of drinks lubricated the flirting and soon Maria was sitting next to Peter touching his arm at times and other times letting her tits press against him. Even Mark from his seat could see that Peter was rock hard.
Even now, how that first kiss happened is up for debate, but fires of lust roared into being. That kiss led to so many more as Marie began to crawl on to Peter's lap. His hands moving to her tits as if Mark wasn't even in the room. Mark moved to the sofa with the couple, grouping each other.
Mark reached under his wife's blouse almost tearing her bra clasps open as Peter's hands at long last explored the tits he had dreamed of. Marie turned to kiss her husband driving her tongue into his mouth as Peter yanked her blouse open freeing her big tits. His mouth quickly filled with her nipples, first one, and, than the other.
Once again, Mark worked to make his wife more available to his friend. Reaching around he tore at her jeans, tugging at them. As if a team, both Marie and Peter joined the battle to strip her jeans off. Her panties never stood a chance as they now hit the floor with her jeans.
Her blouse half off, her bra hanging and her ass and pussy completely bare Marie was more than ready for fucking. But not yet.
"Suck his cock." Mark urged his wife.
Marie was like a wild woman, dropping to her knees on the floor tearing at Peter's open pants needing to get to his cock. Peter was attempting to help lifting his hips off the sofa and pushing his pants down, his cock coming into view.
This was not how Mark had pictured a share. Somehow in his mind he had images of Marie being slowly stripped and explored by a new man. Watching her react and encouraging her to new sexual heights. What was before him was a woman completely giving over to her lust.