"Oscar, I think the best thing would be for you to take the children over to Bea and Dani's and then wait with them for the baby-sitter to arrive. When she gets there, you can drive Bea and Dani back here. By the time you have done that, Pierre will have got here and I will have started cooking dinner." Irene, my wife, had obviously given some thought to the arrangements for tonight's dinner party with our friends.
"Darling, how will Bea and Dani get home after?" I enquired.
"I was thinking that perhaps you wouldn't mind not drinking and then you can drop them back."
"Okay." I agreed somewhat reluctantly for two reasons. Firstly, if we're having friends over for dinner, I'd quite like to have a glass or two of wine and relax with them. Secondly, after a social gathering such as this and with a couple of glasses of wine in herself, Irene has a tendency to get horny. As my wife's lover, Pierre, is staying the night at ours, I certainly won't be getting the chance of sex with my wife but I may get the opportunity to observe her and Pierre fucking. However, if I'm out playing taxi driver, I'm sure to miss some of the action.
***
We were met at the door by Dani, who was dressed smartly in trousers and a shirt. He shook my hand as my girls excitedly squeezed past him, ready to joins theirs for their sleep-over. Dani was several inches taller than me and, with his blond hair, had a body that carried his clothes well.
"Bea is upstairs getting changed but she should be ready soon." Dani said. "The babysitter is already here but would you like a drink of something while we wait for her?"
I was just about to accept when Bea came down the stairs. As she descended, I first noticed her black high-heels, then her legs clad in black tights or perhaps stockings, which swished against themselves and her short green skirt with each step she took. The skirt came to just above her knees and clung nicely to her thighs. On top, she was wearing a thin, figure-hugging black jumper beneath which I could see the subtle bounce of her sizeable breasts. There was no obvious sign of a bra but there were the very noticeable bumps of her erect nipples. Bea is Irene's boss at work and, as our children go to the same school, we are also friends with her and her husband. From the moment I first met Bea I have had a thing for her, not least because of her body but also because of the way she dresses and the strong sexual air she seems to have about her. I was trying not to stare but when our eyes met it was obvious that I had been caught looking at her tits.
Once Bea and I had said hello and both Dani and I had complemented her on her appearance we got in my car and headed back to our house.
***
As we entered our kitchen, Irene was preparing the meal and Pierre was helping. Well, I say helping but in fact he was just stand beside her as she cooked. He had a glass of wine in one hand while the other was hidden beneath my wife's short black skirt, where it appeared to be caressing her buttocks or perhaps Pierre was even slipping a finger between her legs, searching out Irene's moist pussy. Either way, I knew that his hand would be touching my wife's bare skin because Pierre nearly always insists that Irene is knickerless when he is around. Whenever I see them like this, I always get a knot in my stomach and a rush of blood to my cock but with Bea and Dani standing beside me this feeling was intensified. Neither Pierre nor Irene flinched when we entered. Obviously my wife was happy for our friends, her boss and her husband, to see her getting felt up by another man with her own husband in the room. Pierre only removed his hand to greet our guests.
A few months ago, Irene and I recognised that, partly due to my small cock, I wasn't able to satisfy her sexually. It was decided that she would get the satisfaction that she needed and deserved from another man, Pierre, who also happened to be her work colleague. After several weeks of this arrangement it became clear that the practicalities and stress of managing what would be seen as an affair to anyone outside of our marriage where impacting negatively on our home-life. Therefore, it was decided that it would be better if we came clean with friends and family about Pierre's role. As a result, Pierre can now spend more time with Irene at our house. Bea and by association Dani were the first to know about Irene and Pierre fucking but this dinner party is the first time that we have all been together socially since it became public knowledge.
I don't know if it was Pierre's open fondling of my wife's arse that set the tone for the evening but there seemed to be a thick sexual atmosphere throughout dinner. The two couples, my wife and Pierre, Bea and Dani, were both acting like young couples. They were sitting close to one another and taking every opportunity to touch their partners. From my seat and with the tablecloth in the way, I couldn't see what was happening under the table but I'm pretty sure that there was some touching going on there too. It was both humiliating and exciting to sit at the table talking with Bea and Dani knowing that they were both aware that Pierre was much better endowed than me and a better lover and, as a result, Irene had decided that her body would be his to service. Their acceptance of this was demonstrated throughout the evening by the way they seemed to treat Irene and Pierre as a couple.
By the time desert was finished, Irene and Bea were both tipsy from more than a couple of glasses of wine. The conversation so far had been light with an undercurrent of naughtiness but that changed when, during a lull in the conversation, Bea fixed Irene with her piercing eyes and asked:
"So, tell me Irene, does this little arrangement you have with Pierre mean that you have found someone who can give you what you need sexually?"
Irene flushed with embarrassment and she buried her face into Pierre's shoulder, giggling and nodding. "Yes" she replied, having regained her composure a bit. "Oh, yes!" she added, giggling again.
"So, what are you getting from Pierre that your husband can't give you?" she said, giving me a quick glance.
Smiling, Irene turned and stared in to Pierre's eyes placing her hand on his thigh. "Pierre is a wonderful lover, he has a magnificent penis but importantly he has stamina. God does he know how to fuck me!" After looking into his eyes for a bit longer while rubbing his thigh, Irene looked over at me, "Sorry darling. it can't be nice for you hearing your wife admit that."
"It's okay." I replied "I know it's true."
"A magnificent penis, hey? Now you've got me wondering just what that looks like. I've always thought my Dani's as being a rather fine example of the male form." Watching Irene's hand that was still stroking Pierre's thigh, Bea continued "Irene, is he getting hard?"
Irene bit her lip and nodded. Bea started to stroke Dani's thigh too.
Tentatively, Bea continued, "Dani once told me a story that got me instantly wet. He told me how, when he was at school, the boys used to go behind the bike shed and compare their erections with each other. There is something deliciously naughty about the idea of coming across a group of men showing off their hard cocks, all different shapes and colors, all throbbing for release. It's something that I've thought about quite a bit since. Does that excite you Irene?"
Irene nodded.
"Do you think that the boys would do that for us now?" Bea asked.
Irene looked at Pierre for approval; he smiled, shrugged his shoulders and nodded. Irene got up from the table and excitedly lead Pierre in to the centre of the room where they were joined by Bea and Dani. With a single look, Bea made it clear that I should join them, which I did.
It was clear from the bulges in their trousers that both Pierre and Dani were on their way to being erect, aided by the women who were stroking their respective partners. Bea and Irene looked at each other and then, having exchanged some unspoken communication, began undoing their partner's trousers. Both struggled to extract the semi-rigid members from their lairs but eventually they were free and being slowly wanked to full hardness. In length, there was very little between the two; however, there were differences in their appearances. Pierre's cock is thick along its entire length and, even when at it's hardest, his foreskin moved freely backwards and forwards over his glans and shaft as Irene moved her hands up and down it. By contrast, the head of Dani's cock was much larger than his shaft and his foreskin had retracted to leave it as a dark purple knob glistening with the pre-cum that Bea's thumb was expertly rubbing over it.
Bea watched as Irene continued to wank Pierre while eyeing up Dani's cock. "Nice, isn't it?" she said.
"Hmm..." Irene replied, nodding but still not taking her eyes off that glistening head.
"Hold him." Bea directed.
Without hesitation, Irene reached out and took Dani in her hand. She looked back and forth between the two cocks she was holding as if weighing them up. She then looked up at me. "Take off your clothes." she commanded.
The now familiar combination of sexual tension and humiliation surged through me as I removed my trousers to reveal a cock that we all knew could not compare to either men. The other obvious difference between us was that I needed no coaxing to reach full erection. No, just the thought of having to display my cock to our friends and Pierre was enough to have it fully turgid.
Bea gav me a quick glance before continuing her conversation with Irene. "Would you like to try sucking Dani's cock? As you can see he's quite a mouthful but it appears you are used to that."
Irene nodded and, without releasing either cock, she knelt between the two men. Leaning forward, she slowly ran her tongue over the head of his cock, the tip of it probing his slit for pre-cum. Then she opened wide and took his head fully inside her mouth, holding him there for a while before starting to rock back and forth, fucking his cock with her mouth. After a couple of minutes of this she pulled him from her mouth with a pop and instantly replaced him with Pierre's cock.
Irene continued like this until Bea, who was now standing beside her gently stroking Irene's hair as she sucked both men, said "Why don't you take them both to the bedroom where you can get more comfortable?"
Irene looked up at her, "Are you sure?"
Bea nodded. Irene looked at Pierre, stood up, and eagerly lead both men out of the room. I felt a pang of jealousy that she hadn't looked to me for approval or even at all before leaving but I had agreed that, sexually, she should give herself to Pierre and it was therefore, rightly, his decision who else she sleeps with and not mine.
Their exit left me standing naked in the centre of the room with a full erection and the embarrassment of my wife going to our bedroom with two men sporting very hard and very large penises. A fully clothed Bea now sat back down in a chair facing me and sipped from her wine glass. She casually looked me up and down seeming to enjoy my predicament.
"So, Oscar, has Irene ever two men at the same time?"
"No" I answered.
"Oh! Well this is going to be quite a night for her; especially, given the equipment she will be playing with. I remember my first threesome; it was several years ago now. My partners at the time hadn't had a threesome either and it took a little while to sort out who was putting what where but we got there in the end." Bea paused, presumably reminiscing to herself about that night. Then, looking me in the eyes, she said. "That's not a problem Irene will have tonight. Dani knows what he's doing as I'm sure Pierre does as well. Between the two of them, I reckon that she is going to get the fucking of her life. What do you think? Is tonight going to be Irene's most sexually satisfying yet?"
"Yes, probably." I said, bowing my head in shame.
"Does admitting that humiliate you?"
"Yes."
"It must be hard knowing that your wife's best fuck was given to her by two men, while you stood naked in another room. A real man would be able to satisfy his own wife but instead you get turned on by someone else doing your job for you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"I can see that. Your small cock is as hard as it probably gets from just thinking about it, thinking about another man claiming Irene's cunt as his own"
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. I looked down at my cock; Bea was right, it was throbbing. I reached down to relieve some of the desire that was building there.
