While a fictionalized story, I very much want to see my slutty, big-tittied wife Sam turned into a natural cock-crazed full-time whore!
Steve and Lisa were a couple we had known for a while and with whom we regularly hung out. Though now in our 40's, we were all still in pretty good shape and remained fairly attractive, and unbeknownst to me, Steve had long lusted after my wife, Samantha (Sam). Also unbeknownst to me, long had Sam fantasized about having Steve's strong hands grope her body and pleasuring Steve in every way imaginable. I, Sam's husband, could only ever partially satisfy her, and we had both known that Sam needed, deserved, and would eventually get more, much more.
One night in the fall of last year, Sam and Steve would get what they had long desired. The four of us had been out at a club drinking and dancing, and by a point in the night, we were all pretty intoxicated. As we drank and talked and danced, it progressively became apparent that Steve was openly staring at my wife's tits through her tight red sweater. (My wife has natural, H-size, massive fucking titties that all men lust over). As we got drunker and drunker, Steve's efforts at concealing his visual ogling of my lovely wife ceased in entirety. Sam also became aware that Steve was eye-fucking her, and while she had initially felt offended and objectified by his brazen staring, the more she drank, the more she relished the attention. On the other hand, Steve's wife, Lisa, either didn't notice or didn't seem to care that her husband was jonesing hard for my wife, so Sam and Steve gave no consideration to Lisa's presence as the two got cozier and cozier at our booth.
Steve soon began rubbing my wife's leg, initially doing so under the table, but then becoming bolder and bolder and doing so in a manner that was blatantly obvious to me, to Lisa, and to everyone else at the club. Eventually, Steve asked Sam if she wanted to go for a smoke with him (neither I nor his own wife smoked). While Sam hadn't smoked in years, she wanted an excuse to be alone with Steve and agreed. About 10 minutes later, the "couple" returned, with Sam's hair ruffled and a goofy fucking grin on both of their faces. Steve returned to the table with his shirt untucked, which I swear had been fully tucked into his pants beforehand.
We all continued drinking, talking, and dancing (with our respective spouses) for another hour or two. I was rubbing up on Sam and kissing her deeply, which she seemed into, and Steve was doing the same with Lisa, which I found pretty hot to watch, but which also made me somewhat jealous, as I had long wanted to kiss Lisa's big pouty lips, run my hands through her voluminous blonde hair, and rub up against her also-big (though not as big as my wife's) titties and seemingly tight pussy. (I had also always wondered how she maintained her pussy hair).
While dancing with Sam, I began to feel as though she were periodically being pushed into me and figured it was just due to someone jostling her. As the club was pretty dark, it was somewhat hard to see exactly what, or who, was causing this. Eventually, when a techno song began playing, strobe lights began going off, coating the room in rhythmic flashes of light, which enabled me to see better. When I again felt Sam being shoved into me, I glanced behind her and was stunned to see that Steve was grinding against Sam's tight jean-clad ass! At this point, Sam either didn't realize what was happening, didn't care, or perhaps wanted it to happen. Too drunk and admittedly too turned on by my wife being sandwiched between two hard cocks (I figured Steve was probably hard as fuck rubbing against Sam's tight ass), I didn't say anything and kept grinding against Sam's pussy and tongue-kissing her on the dance floor.
Eventually, I had to step away to take a piss, and when I retuned, I found Steve grinding away hard with Sam, only this time, from the front! I couldn't believe my eyes! "That motherfucker!" I thought, and while I was filled with a flood of rage and jealousy and felt paralyzed to act, I was also very turned on.
That's when all hell seemed to break loose. With the effects of many hours of alcohol consumption and progressively escalating sexual tension (which was apparently mutual) between Steve and my wife, Steve began grabbing Samantha's ass, tongue-kissing her deeply, and even groping her giant fucking titties through her sweater. While it was pretty loud in the club, I could swear I could hear both Steve and my cheating wife Sam moaning.
All the while, poor Lisa, who was also quite drunk, seemed a bit left out, so I went over to talk to and dance with her. Lisa was also hot as fuck, and I loved her smell and big blonde hair. We also began grinding, and I told her how turned on I was by her and by the fact that I was grinding on her right in front of her hubby. Lisa responded with action rather than with words, deftly putting her hand behind my head and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth, and we began kissing passionately. Like her husband, I capitalized on the opportunity and began groping Steve's wife right on the dance floor, grabbing her ass and rubbing her massive titties through her tight pink shirt, as well as her pussy a bit whenever I could, through her skin-tight dark jeans. Like my cheating slutwife Sam seemed to be with Steve, Lisa seemed to revel in my actions.
At some point, we all decided to head out and to go back to Steve's and Lisa's place for a nightcap. After having a few more drinks, Steve asked Sam if she wanted to get high, passing her a hefty joint that the two passed back and forth until it was kicked. There was something very sensual about watching them pass the joint back and forth and trade off taking hits from it, possibly because they were also obviously sharing each other's saliva by way of the joint. It didn't take long until they were both very fucked up and giggly. Steve was seated next to Sam, and I next to Lisa. As he had done in the club earlier that night, Steve again began rubbing Samantha's leg, now doing so in the open in front of me and his own wife!