groomleader
01-15-2014, 04:02 PM
Author - Crackedsaint
Chapter 1
Sarah turned the TV off and sighed. Reaching over the side of the bed, her hand brushed carpet until it found her cellphone. Pulling it up to her face, she hit a random button and the dark screen came to life.
2:23AM.
"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself. Not only had she been stood up by Eric-the-asshole, but now she couldn't sleep.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Blake had their kids this weekend, she would have just gone home. Her lying douche-bag of an ex-boyfriend had taken her house and had forced her into living with her parents. Which left going back home out of the picture.
Sarah hadn't expected to be asking her new best friend to crash at her place tonight. She was suppose to have been on a date with Eric... their third date.
She looked up at the popcorn ceiling and clenched her teeth. It had been far too long since she had gotten any. The last time had been 9 months before her youngest son was born. She loved both of her children, dearly, but her youngest son was five now and mommy needed something.
"Shhhh. Not so loud!" a hushed voice, broken by giggles, came from behind Sarah's door.
She blinked away all thoughts of Eric, and found herself sitting up out of reflex. Straining her ears, she heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
"Don't shush me woman!" This time, Sarah caught the distinctive male voice of John. Katie, her best friend, had recently gotten hitched by John. In fact, they'd just gotten back from their honeymoon--just another reason why she felt like crap for imposing on them.
"John... What are you... Here?!" Katie gasped. Sarah could hear the smile in her voice.
"Hmmm," came the response.
Sarah heard the bathroom door just across the hall creak open. "What if she's awake?"
She froze, realizing her body had already moved toward the half opened door.
"Let her watch," John breathed.
As Sarah reached the dark threshold, she tried to justify her intrusion with curious ignorance but even that sounded like denial.
The moonlight from the bathroom's skylight illuminated two bodies. Katie, wearing only a tight t-shirt and a thong, was lifted up onto the bathroom's counter-top by her husband. Hard nipples attempted to break free from the shirt until John peeled it away. For the first time, Sarah got a glimpse of her best friend topless.
She'd never fantasized about another woman before, but the sight made Sarah's mouth dry.
"What is going on with me? I shouldn't be watching this," Sarah told herself.
Just as she turned her head back toward her room, John's voice answered like the little devil on her shoulder, "Let her watch."
Sarah turned her focus on John and discovered the skinny man was actually just really lean. His normal slacks and a button up shirt had been replaced by pajama pants. That is, pajama pants sporting a sizeable tent. And while the moonlight didn’t reveal everything, Sarah could tell his bare chest was down right lick-able.
And then something unexpected happened.
She was wet.
"Oh god," Katie said, giving voice to Sarah's thoughts.
While she couldn't see what John was doing to her, there was enough light for Sarah's imagination. He'd pushed her thong to the side and was fingering her.
Slowly, as if afraid to wake up, Sarah moved her hands to her shorts. When her fingers found the elastic band, they started trembling--but it wasn't enough to stop her. As she slowly dropped her shorts, she smelled her own arousal. Soft carpet kissed her knees as she rested her head against the door frame and slid an index finger along her wet slit.
John's mouth had found Katie's and she started to moan. His lips made their way down her neck to her erect nipples and Sarah saw his tongue flick out like a snake.
"Oh. My. God!" Katie whispered a little louder. He switched to sucking and she immediately let out with another moan.
Meanwhile, Sarah started tweaking her right nipple as she continued her slow rub.
"I can’t believe how wet I am," Sarah thought.
"Damn it John, put it in me."
Katie's hand had disappeared into John's pants and he grunted. Pushing away from her, he pulled his pajama bottoms down and exposed one of the largest cocks Sarah had ever seen.
"No wonder she loves him," Sarah thought, bewildered.
Katie tried to pull her own thong off but John swatted her hand away. She made an annoyed sound but her hands stayed still as he took a knee and slide her thong off.
Sarah's hand had progressively increased it's rubbing, occasionally bumping into her now engorged clit. Seeing Katie's glistening love hole gave her another unexpected but naughty feeling--and she had to stifle a moan. Aside from her own, she'd never seen another woman's aroused pussy. She hadn't ever experiment in college like some of her girlfriends.
Sarah licked her lips.
John didn't get up though and started kissing her inner thighs.
"Baby..." Katie giggled, shying away from his lips. "You know that beard of your's tickles."
John took a long whiff from his wife's wet hole and made his own sound of announce. When he stood up, Katie immediately grabbed his meat.
Sarah stifled another moan when an unexpected thought crossed her mind. She'd imagined their roles being reversed. That she was the one grabbing his cock and Katie was watching her.
Katie guided him forward until his head slowly penetrated her wet pussy. Sarah slid her index finger in at the same time.
"Baby, you're big," Katie complained, and then bit her lower lip like a porn star.
Sarah watched John's ass move back and forward, slowly. Her finger mimicked his motions and she added her middle finger. Leaning back, she made herself a bit more comfortable. The smell of pussy filled her nose.
Katie grunted like a bitch in heat as her husband slowly pushed further into her, filling her up inch by inch.
"Not so deep baby," Katie gasped as he grabbed her hips.
He pushed Katie into the mirror behind her and tilted her hips up as he slowly fucked her. It was a steady rhythm, one which Sarah easily kept up. From the look on Katie’s face, he was doing a fantastic job.
""Ri--Right there," Katie whimpered, her eyes closed. "Ah!"
Now her heels were digging into his lower back. She was fucking him back.
"Deeper," she panted, "Deeper."
Sarah was soaking wet. She couldn't believe what she was doing but at the same time wanted to be the one getting fucked by John.
John, sensing some timer going off, grabbed her ass and impaled her. Katie gasped as she rocked her hips against him, fucking his cock for him. And then her primal grunts were elongated by what Sarah could clearly see as an orgasm. Having never experienced one during intercourse, Sarah paused her finger-fucking and watched on in amazement. As soon as his wife stopped bucking against him, John resumed his thrusting and she had to bite down onto his shoulder as another orgasm followed the first. She was trying to stifle a scream.
Her heels slowly loosened against his hips and then it was John having his way with his wife. His knees started to bang into the cabinets and his ragged breaths easily reaching Sarah's ears. He was close.
"Baby, cum!" Katie whimpered.
"Let me cum in your mouth," he grunted.
Sarah's hand resumed.
"Does he want to fill her mouth, or does he want her to taste her our pussy?" Sarah wondered.
Regardless of the intention behind the request, Sarah wanted to tell him yes.
"No," Katie whispered. "You know I don't like that."
She grabbed his hand though and started sucking on his fingers. John moaned in delight. It was clearly one of his favorites.
Having gotten over her orgasms, Katie started fucking him back with a vengeance.
Sarah moaned at the exquisite scene and closed her eyes. Adding her ring finger into her almost animalistic masturbation session, she started flicking her clit with her thumb and imagined John’s pelvic was doing the flicking as he fucked her.
She wanted to cum with him.
"Ugh." The sound opened Sarah's eyes and she found that Katie had pushed him away from her.
For a split gut-wrenching second, she thought she'd been found. While the newlyweds were busy fucking, her door had slowly opened a bit further and she was spread eagle to them.
The sinking feeling instantly disappeared, however, when John was pushed back against the wall behind him and Katie went to her knees.
She grabbed his wet hard cock and opened her mouth. He moaned loudly as his wife's lips slid down his dick until she was deep-throating him. Sarah couldn't believe the woman didn't gag.
And then her head began to bob.
"Jesus, woman. What's gotten into--" John's words quickly died in his mouth as it was overtaken by another loud moan. He grabbed her head and Katie's hands loosened against his thighs as he took over and started fucking her mouth.
Sarah, wet and horny, watched her naked best friend get mouth-fucked by her husband's giant cock. She'd never, in her life, had fantasized about voyeurism, but she knew after tonight she would. John's knees buckled and Katie willingly followed him down to the floor. He was cumming in her mouth. Sarah felt her own orgasm nearing.
John, panting, leaned his head back against the wall as his wife continue to suck him off, milking every ounce of him. His hand finally came up and he pushed her gently away.
"So close," Sarah muttered to herself.
Just when Sarah's was on the brink of ecstasy, her brain kicked in. The only sound in the house was the lover’s loud breathing and her wet pussy squishing. In a state halfway between fuck-me-now and what-have-I-done, it was a wonder the latter part of her mind won. Begrudgingly, she stopped her soaked hand's ministrations. Even after all that, she still hadn't came. The sexual frustration was almost unbearable.
Gasping, John whispered, "You are by far the best wife a man could ever ask for."
Lifting himself up, he offered his hand to her but she just smiled and shook her head.
His eyes alighted in understanding and he picked up their clothes. "I'll be in bed and probably asleep before you have time to flush. Love you honey."
Katie smiled at her husband, and Sarah could see she really did love him with all her heart. Both Katie and Sarah watched John's sweat covered backside disappear into their bedroom before the door closed.
Sarah, still frozen in her doorway, debated on what to do next but it was quickly decided for her.
Katie looked right at her.
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Chapter 2
Sarah now knew what the deer felt like just before the truck hit it.
Fingers still inside of her pussy, feet spread wide, there was no excuse she could come up with. Her intentions were clear.
Katie walked out of the bathroom, and across the short hallway on light feet. When she pushed the door open wider, Sarah found her brain.
Pushing herself up off the ground and taking a step back from the woman, her mind began to race for... something. Anything.
Frozen in place, Sarah flinched when Katie closed the door behind her with a small click.
“Kat--”, Sarah began, but stopped when her friend closed the short distance between them.
Steady hands caressed Sarah’s cheek, and then Katie leaned in and kissed her.
Breath caught in her throat, Sarah’s racing mind suddenly stopped. Katie’s soft lips didn’t touch hers for long, but the small peck brought with it the salty taste of John.
Before Katie could pull away any further, Sarah automatically leaned in and kissed her back. This time her mouth opened, and so did Katie’s. A flood of John’s cum entered her mouth and the thought that she was tasting her husband brought on a new level of horniness she’d never known. A wet cum covered tongue explored hers and Sarah’s sexual frustration came back with interest.
She greedily swallowed John’s cum and felt the slutty side of her purr in euphoria. She sucked on Katie’s tongue as if it were her husband’s cock and tried to get every drop of his cum.
Katie’s delicate fingers found her wet pussy, and Sarah moaned into her best friends mouth.
Fingers instantly slick with her juices, Sarah broken the kiss and gasped. Wordlessly Katie kissed her neck, and then down her chest to her left nipple. Sucking the nipple in, Katie hummed her pleasure. The vibration brought on new levels of pleasure. And then she gently bit it.
Between the repeated invasion of her sex, and the nipple play, Sarah started to feel the familiar build up of an orgasm.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
Katie’s thumb found her engorged clit and it didn’t take much longer after that.
The room lurched as the first orgasm rocked her to the core. Thighs squeezing against the hand between her, Sarah’s knees gave out. Her bare ass hit the soft bed behind her.
Katie, somehow still in her, whispered into her ear, “That’s a good girl, come for me.”
Katie flicked her clit again and Sarah’s world exploded with another orgasm.
Biting down on Katie’s shoulder, Sarah screamed.
As the world came back to her, the air came to her in ragged breaths.
Katie eased her fingers out of her spent sex and laid languidly next to her.
Rolling over, Sarah took in Katie’s naked body.
And her aroused cunt.
“Your turn,” Sarah whispered.
She’d never eaten pussy before, but she knew what she liked. And she was going to show Katie exactly how grateful she was.
At first Katie made to stop her, but Sarah gently pushed her hand away and licked her slit with one long pull. The moan that came from her ended any further resistance.
Katie grabbed a pillow and bit into it as Sarah gently kissed her aroused lips. Sarah truely enjoyed giving head, and she liked to think she was a real cock sucking pro, but this was the first time she tasted pussy. And the taste surprised her. She liked it. The smell of Katie’s arousal flooded her nose as she licked and kissed her pussy to a full on state of arousal. Like a flower, her clit appeared and she teased it with a flick of her tongue.
Katie’s heels dug into the bedsheets and her hips bucked at the contact.
“I’m close,” Katie whispered, muffled by the pillow.
Giving the wet sex one last long lick, she sucked in the clit and sent three of her fingers into the woman’s fully aroused vagina.
The muffled scream that came was nothing compared to the juices that immediately started to flow.
The woman was a squirter, and Sarah lapped up every drop. Swallowing a mouthful, she sent her fingers into her best friend’s pussy repeatedly and sent the woman over the edge again.
Her thighs pressed against Sarah’s head as another orgasm overtook her.
Releasing Katie’s clit, the woman’s thighs gently rubbed against her cheeks before they fell away. Katie finally gave a long sigh of content and lowered her knees.
Sarah looked up into Katie’s eyes and saw the same love she’d seen given to her husband.
It was right then that Sarah realized she was going to fuck John.
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Chapter 3
John awoke to a pleasant feeling. It took his brain a while longer to associate the feeling to something he REALLY enjoyed.
Looking down, he saw the blanket that covered him rose upward right where his morning wood was.
“Damn, woman,” he groaned as the mouth on his cock sucked him in like a vacuum. “Where did you learn that?”
He felt a hand wrap around his cock and gently twist it as lips glided upward towards the tip of his head.
The mole hill between his legs started to bob slowly as the hand gently twisted his cock.
John gasped as he felt a familiar tightening.
“I’m going to...”
He wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he felt the release of an orgasm into his wife’s mouth.
She gently sucked on him just long enough before his head became too sensitive.
“I don’t know what you want, baby, but...” the words died in his throat after he removed the blanket away from his wife’s head.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
Katie gave him a wicked grin. She’d dressed up for him in a new sheer babydoll lingerie.
With an index finger, she lightly wiped the drop of cum from her lips that had somehow escaped her luscious lips. Pushing the finger into her mouth, she sucked it before swallowing the load he’d given her.
“Never mind. Whatever it is you want, it’s yours.”
“Whatever made you think I wanted anything, dear?” she drawled as her hand gently tugged at his flaccid cock.
“Hmmm...”
It was all he could say.
He closed his eyes and grinned. “Luckiest. Man. Alive.”
“Good. That means you’ll like my gift,” Katie said with a smile to her voice.
He opened his eyes and frowned at the woman. “Gift?”
Rolling her eyes, she bent down and gently kissed his piss hole.
Looking up from his cock, she said, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten it’s your birthday today, my love.”
John chuckled. He’d been so busy between work and the wedding that he’d forgotten.
“Alright, I won’t tell you.”
Katie continued her slow rhythmic tug and smiled at him. “You work too hard.”
“I’ve got to make sure my baby is taken care of,” John said with a winning smile. “Besides, I have you to relax me.”
Katie’s smile widened. “Funny you should say that...”
“Oh?” John said neutrally, trying to hide the fact that she held all the power at the moment. Her constant attention to his member was starting to awaken the beast again.
“Today’s your lucky day,” she said, releasing her hold on his cock just as he felt himself getting ready for round 2.
“It get’s better?” John mused.
“Today is your sex day,” she said with a semi-serious face.
“Sex day?”
Katie nodded, “Sex day. Any time you feel like you could use a release, tell me. Regardless of where we are, I will make sure my husband is taken care of.”
John couldn’t help himself, he smiled from ear to ear. “That is by far, the best present anyone has ever given me.”
She bent down and kissed his forehead. “Good, now get showered and we’ll make you breakfast.”
“We?”
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John walked into the kitchen to find Katie, dressed in pajama bottoms and one of his shirts, setting the table and Sarah cooking something up on the stovetop.
“Smells wonderful,” he announced to the room.
Katie looked up at him and smiled. “Enjoy it while you can, because you’ll be living with my cooking for the rest of your life.”
Sarah snorted. “Ain’t that the truth.”
John chuckled. Sarah had tried teaching Katie to cook in the past and the result of it had been the new renovation of their kitchen.
Katie placed the last fork on the table and said, “You know I was going to ask you to move in with us but now...”
“Oh no, that’s still on the table,” John said semi-jokingly to Sarah.
She was hands down the best cook in the city.
His wife walked over to him and slugged his shoulder playfully... ish.
She quickly followed it up with a kiss to his cheek. As she leaned in for the kiss, her hand found his limp noodle and she gently squeezed it. “Good,” she whispered just low enough for him. Louder she said, “I think we have some more orange juice in the refrigerator out in the garage, I’ll be right back.”
He watched his retreating wife’s ass sway back and forth and felt his cock rise after her.
John suspected the day was going to be full of quickies, and he was eager for his first one. He already had a plan to get his wife against the kitchen counter as soon as breakfast was over.
Just as Katie disappeared around the corner, Sarah reached up on her tippy toes for something on the top shelf.
“John can you...”
“Yeah,” he replied automatically. Realizing he was at full staff, he quickly adjusted himself to be straight up while Sarah’s back was turned.
Sarah had the cabinet door open and was keeping a bag of chips from falling on top of her. Reaching up, he pushed the chips away from her but immediately felt her ass cheeks envelope his cock. Out of sheer reflex, he grabbed her hip with his free hand.
“Now let me get this,” Sarah said, moving her ass upward and grinding herself further into him.
As she reached for a canister of salt, she lost her footing and fell back against him. Holding onto the cabinet to support himself, her ass grinded against him again.
“Maybe I should help,” John said, trying to suppress the pleasure he was experience from his voice.
“No I got it, just hold me,” she said, unknowingly continuing her grinding against him as she reached for the damn salt behind the bag of chips. But the animalistic version of himself took the cop’out excuse that he was helping her. He grabbed both of her hips and helped her bunny hop to the salt. Each unsuccessful attempt was another gentle grind of her thinly covered flesh against his rock hard cock.
She laughed as she unsuccessfully reached for it a third time, and he had to remind himself that he was a married man.
“Having trouble?” Katie said from behind him.
“There!” Sarah cried out in victory.
John let out his breath, and then realized he’d been holding it.
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Chapter 4
Breakfast went by excruciatingly slow. Sensing John’s arousal like a six sense, Katie casually stroked him under the table as she talked about her plans with Sarah. They’d go shopping first while John stayed home for some alone time. Then they’d all go to dinner at a nice restaurant since Sarah had been stood up the other night. And then they’d go clubbing--in an effort to find the right hot piece of ass for Sarah (Katie’s words, not hers).
All of it was talked about in great detail, and during every second of the conversation Katie rubbed his cock under Sarah’s unsuspecting gaze.
When they were finally done, Sarah offered to cleanup but John quickly volunteered to do the cleanup--and Katie hesitated for only a moment before agreeing to help him.
Sarah, happy to be out of cleaning duty, announced that she was going to her room to shower and get ready for the full day of shopping.
“Finally,” John exasperated the moment Sarah rounded the corner.
“What’s wrong baby?” Katie asked him innocently.
John growled at her teasing, but she cocked an eyebrow at him.
Apparently the rule was he had to tell her.
“I’m fucking horny,” John growled
“Well why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” Katie said, continuing her innocent ploy.
His wife grabbed his hand and led him to the same spot where he’d been with Sarah. Sensing him tense, she gave him a sly smile.
“Don’t think I don’t know my husband.”
When he opened his mouth to--we’ll he wasn’t sure what he was going to say at that point--she pressed a finger against his lips.
“I don’t judge,” she whispered. Turning around, she pressed her shapely ass against his still hard cock.
“God I love you woman,” John said.
She ground herself against him a few times for good measure before she said, “I know. Now fuck me.”
Gripping the elastic band of her pajama bottoms, he pulled it down and exposed her bare ass and the slanted view of her sex.
She reached back into the flap of his own pajama bottoms and fished out his hard cock.
“Is this what you were wanting to do?” she whispered.
Thinking back at Sarah’s sexy ass, not knowing if that was what his wife had meant, he instinctively growled “yes” before he pushed himself into her tight love hole.
She was already wet for him.
Katie gasped as he invaded her all the way to the hilt. Gripping the countertop, she pushed her ass further against him.
Grabbing her hips, he watched the back of her head lower as she tilted her hips for him, giving him better penetration. It wasn’t until his second stroke that he was imagining Sarah before him, and the thought spurred him on to the next thrust with force.
Katie and Sarah had the same long hair, so it wasn’t a huge leap, but the more he thought about her ass grinding against his cock earlier, the faster he rammed into his wife.
“Yes.” Katie moaned. “Yes, fuck me baby. Fuck me.”
John felt his balls slap against her and he heard her cry out as an orgasum began to build up inside of her.
“Cum inside of me,” she begged him. “Cum with me.”
He groaned as her vagina’s walls contracted around his cock and felt her pull his prick deeper inside of her.
His balls contracted and he felt himself erupt into his wife. Grabbing her hips, he pumped himself again into her, feeling his cum slickin cock slide through his wife’s aroused lips.
“Hmmm,” Katie moaned. “Good boy.”
She gently rocked her hips back and forth and tightened her kegel muscles as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasum.
When his cock finally slid out of her, she looked back at him and smiled. “That should keep you satisfied until we get back from shopping.”
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Chapter 5
If John had known Sarah hadn’t been joking about the “full day of shopping”, he would have gone for seconds.
It was damn near dinner time when the girls got back and factoring in the hour of time it took for them to get ready, he was more than a little grumpy. The promised sex day had been false advertisement.
But when they appeared in the living room after their hour of prep time, he had to admit it, the sight of his wife in a skimpy little black dress and fuck-me heels was well worth the wait. And while he felt a little guilty about imagining Sarah in their last romp in the kitchen, he couldn’t deny the fact that Sarah looked just as good in her equally slutty red dress.
The plan had been a nice dinner and then a club--or three. The “nice restaurant” ended up being what John would call a small plate big check type of establishment. It was a place that wasn’t on his top anything list, but Katie had been adamant about it. It was his birthday and, apparently more importantly, Sarah had had a crappy few days and needed some cheering up.
Just as the hostess was steering them towards the far corner booth, well away from most of the patrons in the restaurant, Sarah excused herself to the little girls room. Per the universal law of women, Katie joined her and told him to get her her usual.
While the restaurant wasn’t his top anything, it was Katie’s number one. With a patient sigh, he sat down on the edge of the circular booth and accepted a menu from the hostess.
“Might as well save yourself the trouble of picking this one up,” John said, picking up Katie’s menu and handing it back to her. “She’s a regular.”
Smiling, the hostess grabbed it and informed him his waiter would be by momentarily.
Opening his menu, all he could see was the lack of pricing.
“God I hate this place,” he mumbled.
“Can I get you started with anything?” an unsteady male voice asked.
Peaking over his menu, he found a man that should have retired a decade ago.
“A bottle of something red. It’s going to be a long night.”
Nodding his head politely, the waiter disappeared.
Off in the distance John watched Katie and Sarah weaving through the tables, their asses swaying slightly. To his childish delight, he caught more than a few of the other men in the restaurant turn to look as the two passed by. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and the sudden uncomfortable strain in his pants announced that his other head agreed.
Fixing himself straight up, and making sure his member didn’t poke out of his button up shirt, he smiled up at his wife.
Making the shooing motion, Katie forced him to scoot over and Sarah took the other side, completing the John sandwich.
Katie’s hand found the bulge in his pants and she gave him a smile, complemented by a wicked glint in her eye.
“Ready for round 3?” she ask, not too quietly.
Giving Sarah a sideways glance, he found her rolling her eyes.
“You told her?” John asked, a little off-balance.
“It was her idea in the first place, silly,” Katie said, slowly rubbing the base of his cock through the thin fabric.
“You can thank me later,” Sarah said with a small smile before picking up her menu.
A distinctive clink of silverware reached his ears, and then Katie whispered into his ear “oops”.
He looked over and discovered his wife sliding under the white table top that fully encased the table. John’s slow brain didn’t connect the dots until he felt his wife’s hands unbuckling his belt.
“Here?” John asked in an almost frantic hushed whisper. Katie’s well practiced hands had already pulled his pants down to his knees and had grasped his rock hard cock. He didn’t bother wearing underwear these days, and silently wondered if he should start.
“I told you the rules,” she whispered from below.
His eyes scanned the restaurant but they were off in the corner and no one was looking at them.
She had told him wherever they were.
And then all tension left his body as his wife started to service him right there in the restaurant.
Sarah chuckled next to him.
Somehow he’d completely forgotten about her the moment his wife’s hands started unbuckling his pants. Looking over at her now, he found her watching his wife’s lips work their way back up to the tip of his cock--or at least the parts that weren’t covered by the table cloth.
And then she scooted closer to him.
Frozen in a state of mind somewhere between uncertainty and an absolute mind-boggling, fantasy-fulfilling, heightened sexual arousal, Sarah’s hand found his thigh and patted him familiarly.
“What do you think, baby?”
Katie stopped what should have been an earth shattering blowjob. And then Confused-John realized they had company. The waiter.
The man, on ninja like feet had appeared before them and was pouring out the bottle of wine he’d ordered into two glasses.
Having taken the cue on the number of menus, and the fact that John hadn’t mentioned any other orders, the waiter assumed they were on a date.
“Uhhh... whatever you want. Baby,” John said awkwardly.
Down below, his wife gently sucked on his cock. Just enough to remind him she was there.
Sarah, the devil, leaned into him and practically purred, “Hmmm.”
“Might I suggest tonight's special?” the clearly seasoned salesman slash waiter asked.
“Perfect. Make that two of them,” John said hurriedly.
Between the gentle sucking of his wife, the hot friend’s hand on his thigh, and the nipples that were almost poking out of Sarah’s dress--he wanted to drop to the floor right then and there and fuck his wife.
But no.
Sarah had to torture him.
“Now, now, John,” Sarah said with a gentle stroke of his thigh. “What’s the special?”
Whatever the waiter said, John didn’t hear it. His wife left his cock alone and started playing with his balls. It was taking all of his willpower to keep his poker face on.
“What do you think baby?” Sarah asked, still rubbing his thigh and occasionally letting her long fingernails drag along his thigh.
“Sounds delicious,” he said with the most even voice he could muster.
Sarah rested her head on his shoulder and handed the waiter her menu. “Me too.”
When the waiter finally disappeared, John let out a sigh and then immediately had to suppress a groan as his wife started her blowjob again with a vengeance.
“You can thank me for that too,” Sarah whispered into his ear, her chin now resting on his shoulder..
He opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them, and found her looking down at the mouth working his exposed wet cock. Katie’s eyes were hidden by the tablecloth but her luscious red lipstick covered lips worked the very tip of his head while her hand gently twisted the base of his cock.
“I’d taught her a few things before your honeymoon.”
John suppressed another groan. The knowledge that Sarah had been the reason for the sudden change in his wife’s fellatio capabilities brought on the familiar tightening in his balls.
Poker face long forgotten, John whispered “I’m close.”
And then Sarah’s hand reached down and stopped Katie’s head.
“What the...” John began just as Sarah growled “That fucking bastard.”
Down below, Katie’s lips stayed perfectly still and if it had been any other situation, he would have laughed at the bizarre situation.
A mixture of anger and frustration bubbled up inside of him. He glared at Sarah wanting to kill her with his stare, but found her attention elsewhere. Following Sarah’s line of sight, he watch a man and a very young woman cross the restaurant. The face looked familiar.
And then it hit him and all anger and frustration left him.
“Damn,” John breathed. “Isn’t that Eric?”
Katie grabbed pulled his cock free from her mouth with a light wet pop.
“What?!” she whispered.
Eric had been the guy that had stood Sarah up last night. He’d only recognized him from a facebook picture Sarah had showed him in passing.
As if he’d heard John whisper his name, Eric looked up towards their direction.
“Oh no,” Sarah gasped as both her and John looked at each other--neither wanting to admit to Eric that they saw him first.
“What’s going on?” Katie demanded.
“He’s coming over,” Sarah whispered back fearfully.
“John.” Katie said.
The one word said it all.
Looping an arm over Sarah, he gave her his best winning smile.
Fear was slowly replaced by confusion.
“Just relax,” he said between his smile like a tranquilest. “We’re deeply in love.”
She hesitated for only a brief moment before smiling back up at him and resuming her thigh rubbing.
“Sarah,” Eric said, surprise in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
Sarah didn’t have a high paying job so the implied insult was like knives to John’s gut. To give her credit, she turned away from John’s warm gaze and blinked up at Eric as if just seeing him for the first time.
“Who’s your friend?” John asked, feeling (and showing) his annoyance at being interrupted before Sarah could say anything.
Looking from John to Eric and back again, she said, “John this is Eric.”
“Oh you’re Eric?” John said in surprise. “I guess I should thank you then. If you hadn’t stood up this lovely woman last night I never would have had the chance to meet her.”
Eric blinked, clearly confused and most likely regretting coming over to their table in the first place.
“And you must be his baby sister!” John said with another winning smile. “Pleasure meeting you both.”
The barely legal girl was clearly too young for the man, but definitely not his sister.
Just behind them, John caught the waiter coming towards them.
The girl’s cheeks flushed, but before she could open her mouth John said, “I apologize, but our food has arrived and we really must be finished within the hour. FAA doesn’t take too kindly when you tell them that your private jet won’t be taking off on time. And I promised this amazing woman that we’d be spending the weekend at my place in New York.”
At the last part, he turned to Sarah and resumed his warm smile. Making a point of completely ignoring the two.
Sarah looked back at him with the biggest shit eating grin on her face.
To put a cherry on top of the awesome sundae, she grabbed his thigh, leaned in and kissed him.
As her lips touched his, he tasted strawberry.
“Fuck it,” John thought and opened his mouth to her. Immediately he felt her tongue explore his.
She moaned into his mouth and then he felt Katie’s lips enveloped the head of his cock. His wife wanted to show her appreciation as well.
The feeling was exquisite.
John knew deep down he shouldn’t be french kissing his wife’s best friend, let alone allowing himself to enjoy it, but he told himself that Katie wanted him to sell it--that and to shut up and enjoy it.
Vaguely he heard the two long forgotten people leave and the plates set down on their table, but he was lost in the smell and tastes of Sarah. Her soft lips, wet tongue, and strawberry flavoring did a number on his senses as his wife’s mouth studiously followed Sarah’s teachings.
He felt the build up of an impending orgasm again and, lost in the kiss, he started moving his hand up her bare right thigh. The feeling of hot skin against his palms brought on a new height to his desire for her.
“No,” he told himself, and stayed his hand.
But he couldn’t help himself from gripping her thigh a little roughly as his wife deep-throated him under the table. He bucked his hips under the table and moaned into Sarah’s mouth.
Sarah started sucking on his tongue in time with his bucking hips and the last shred of control he had left.
He exploded deep into his wife’s throat.
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Chapter 6
John walked into the club in a daze. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, arms looped like best friends sometimes do, and they were laughing.
Strawberries still lingered on his lips as a constant reminder of his recent transgressions. To make matter’s worse, like a movie scene on a constant loop, he kept remembering Sarah sucking on his tongue hungrily as his wife deepthroated him--long after the charade was suppose to have been over.
After cumming, Katie had crawled back up into the booth and the two women started talking about the douchebag of a guy Eric was... as if nothing unusual had just happened. And, as if there had been some untold permission given, Sarah kept her hand on his thigh and playfully squeezed it throughout the dinner conversation. The wine was killed in short order, the glasses shared, and the food was devoured quickly.
Before John knew it, he was standing just at the edge of a dance floor where bodies grinded against themselves like one massive orgy--minus the nude part.
“I need a drink,” Sarah yelled over the loud music. “First round is on me!”
Katie laughed and told her she owed a few more than just the first round. They’d both had more of the wine than John had so John passed the playfulness off as a buzz.
When Sarah disappeared, Katie grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Quickly John became lost in the music as his wife made an effort to arouse him again in time with the beat. Strawberries were quickly replaced with vanilla as he kissed his wife’s neck. He loved his wife and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with her.
Tilting her head back he got a good view of her breasts. They were barely contained by the near sheer black fabric of her dress.
“You look ravishing, my love,” John whispered into her ear.
She smiled lazily and pulled his head down for a kiss.
Her tongue danced across his briefly before she pulled back. Licking her lips, she said, “Strawberries?”
Seeing the fear in his eyes, she smiled lovingly up at him. “I know what you did for her. I was there remember?”
Fear quickly turned to confusion.
She gently squeezed his semi-erect cock and purred, “You don’t think I’d give my husband a bj if I thought he was cheating on me would you?”
“I would never,” John said hastily.
“Says the man that wanted a threesome,” she chuckled.
He remembered begging for it at one point in their relationship, but that had been before he’d married her.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck. “I know you’d never.”
He lifted her chin up and kissed her again. This time he grabbed her ass and smashed her mound against his hard cock.
“God I love you,” John said when he came back up for air.
“Sarah should have been back by now,” Katie said suddenly.
Seeing that she was right, John scanned the bar that her friend had been heading towards and immediately spotted her. It was hard not to notice her, she was like a diamond in a field of coal with that red dress of hers.
Sarah was looking around, desperately trying to get out of a conversation with another man.
“Looks like she could use her rich boyfriend again,” Katie said, gently pushing him towards her. Pointing off in the distance at a row of tables, she said, “I’ll go grab us a table over there.”
Grunting, he started walking towards the bar.
Against his will, he found himself checking Sarah out. He’d never really seen the woman as anything but Katie’s best friend... but after kissing her and feeling her need for more, he couldn’t believe how blind he’d been. The woman was at least an 8.5 on the hot scale, closer to 9 if not right at it. If he hadn’t met Katie, he could easily see himself approaching her in a club like this.
“Those are dangerous thoughts John,” he told himself. “You love your wife.”
Getting closer, he overheard the man that was blocking her exit tell her how he wanted to take her back to his place.
Seeing John, she smiled up at him warmly.
“Hey baby,” John said in greeting. “What’s taking so long?”
Setting her drinks down, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Hard.
Gently grinding her pussy against his cock, she eagerly explored his mouth. He automatically grabbed her ass and helped her hump him. The sudden passionate kiss took him off guard, so he rolled with it.
Strawberries filled his nostrils once again and his head started to swim.
He had to break the kiss before he lost all selfcontrol, but he didn’t before he inhaled her perfume in like a drunken man.
“There you are,” she purred.
Looking over where the guy had been, they found he’d vanished back into the douchebag pool.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“A-any time,” John said, catching his breath.
Sarah licked her lips. “Vanilla? I knew she’d taken my lip balm!”
John gave a nervous laugh and then relieved her of the extra drinks.
“Which one’s mine?” John asked.
She pointed to the one in his left hand and he quickly downed it. Motioning for the bartender, he said, “Damn I need a drink.”
Grinning, Sarah killed hers and pointed at the empty glass as well.
By the time they found Katie, they were both on their third glass and John was starting to feel it.
“Looks like you’ve guys started without me,” Katie said, pouting.
Katie relieved John of the two glasses in his hands and killed them both in quick succession. “I’ll be back!”
John grinned at his wife’s swaying ass as she headed towards the now jam packed bar.
Sarah grabbed his hand and he instinctively entwined his fingers with hers.
“Come dance with me,” she said huskily.
Guiding him to the dance floor, she weaved through the bodies until they were in the center of it all. Grabbing his neck, she pulled him to her and once again started grinding her body into his. Between the alcohol and the smell of her intoxicating strawberries, John let some of his ambitions go and grinded himself back into her.
“It looks like I need to find Katie,” she whispered into his ear.
“What do you mean?” John asked, not really concentrating on her words.
Her hand slipped between their bodies and grabbed his cock that had been trying to break free from his pants.
“This,” she purred.
“That’s not fair,” John moaned as she gently rubbed it. “You girls can always tell when a man is aroused.”
Giving him a seductive smile, she released her hold on his cock. Against John’s will, he let out a sound of regret.
She turned around and pushed her ass into his cock. Like the kitchen, her thinly clad ass cheeks enveloped his cock perfectly. She bent over and lifted her hips up, giving him a great view of her ass before she popped herself back up like a stripper. He grabbed her hips and brought her to him as she slowly rocked her hips back against him. His cock was pulsating with need of release and it all felt so natural.
Leaning back against him, she grabbed his neck and pulled his head down closer to her. He thought she wanted a kiss, but instead her lips found his ear.
“Didn’t anyone teach you how to find out if we’re aroused?”
Throat gone completely dry, he croaked, “No.”
Wordlessly, she grabbed his hand from her hip and guided him to her exposed thigh. And then slowly, in time with the music, she brought his hand up her inner thigh until his fingers found something moist. Before he fully knew what he was doing, he began fingering her wet cunt. The thought that she wasn’t wearing any underwear turned him on even more.
Her breath came out raggedly as she said, “When we’re wet, we’re aroused. Tell me John, am I aroused?”
She was soaking wet.
“Very,” he moaned.
She closed her eyes and started grinding her ass into his cock in time with his fingering. He added a second finger and watched the top part of her right nipple peek out of her dress.
He was in heaven.
He gently flicked her engorged clit with his thumb and her body shuddered against his. She bit her lower lip and moaned. Her body responded to him as if she were his puppet.
Her thighs pressed against his hand tightly and she pushed against his cock roughly before rocking her hips forward. Grabbing his hand, she started moving it for him, showing him what she liked. With her other hand, she reached up and pulled his mouth to hers.
He furiously did as she directed at the tempo of the song--and the song’s tempo steadily increased. She bit into his lip and cried out as an orgasum rocked her back into him. He pushed his third finger into her as deep as he could and felt her walls contract around him.
Slumping against him, she released his lower lip from her teeth and then reached down and pulled his hand out from her. Pushing her ass against his still hard prick, she brought his wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked his index finger in like a vacuum.
He shuddered with pleasure as her tongue cleaned his finger from her juices. And then she moved on to the next one, and then the next, until they were all cleaned. Pulling the fingers out, she turned around and kissed him.
This time the sweet nectar of her aroused sex joined the taste of strawberries.
“I didn’t say you could continue the party without me!”
Opening his eyes, he found Katie right next to them with two drinks in tow. He could tell she was buzzed and a small part of him told him he had crossed the line, regardless of how drunk he was.
Before he could say or do anything, Sarah grabbed one of the drinks and tossed it back. But instead of swallowing it, she grabbed his wife and kissed her. The alcohol in her mouth dribbled slightly from a corner of her mouth before Katie started to swallow the liquid.
John grabbed the other glass from Katie before she could spill it and watched the two make out in front of him. Sarah’s hand reached back and blindly found his pants before pulling him towards her. His cock found its natural position between her ass and the married couple sandwiched Sarah between them.
Killing the glass in hand, he gave his own shit eating grin.
When Katie broke the kiss, Sarah whispered something into her ear. Her eyes lit up and then she grinned. Grabbing John’s hand, she pulled him away from Sarah and the dance floor.
She led him to the girls bathroom and, before he realized where she was going, she pulled him in and locked the door behind them.
“Sarah tells me your cock needs servicing.”
She pushed him to the sink behind him and in one motion had his pants down at his ankles. His cock sprung free and pointed right up at his wife.
“Tell me, master, which hole would you like to fuck this time?”
John only hesitated for a moment before he grabbed her and lifted her up onto the countertop. Pulling back her skirt, he discovered that not only was she pantyless, she was freshly waxed and wet.
“We’d both gotten Brazilian’s today,” Katie said in explanation before grabbing his cock and guiding it into her.
He groaned loudly as he parted her silky folds and sunk into her.
She gasped into her ear before whispering, “Remember I’m your’s to fuck today. Regardless how you get hard.”
John groaned again before he started to roughly violate his wife. She cried out her encouragement as he fucked her hard and fast. His fingers grabbed her ass and lifted her up off the countertop and slammed her into the wall next to them. She moaned in ecstasy. With her back pressed against the wall, he pistoned his prick into her.
Her juices started flowing as she came, and his fingers and balls started to slicken with her juices. Rubbing her puckered anus with one of his wet fingers, her eye’s widened.
“Whoever said I just had to pick one?” John growled.
He felt her anus relax under his rubbing and he slid his finger into her ass. She moaned into his ear.
“Fuck me master,” she cried.
He didn’t know where she got the “master” from, but he liked it.
“Shut up whore and cum on my cock,” John growled.
Katie didn’t normally like to talk dirty, but tonight she was too far gone to care. She came again and he felt both his cock and finger become sucked into her.
“I’m cumming master!” she cried.
He rammed into her again and felt his cock inside of her with his other finger.
“Cum inside of me baby,” she moaned. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she grabbed his other hand and sucked on his fingers.
Her eyes widened and John realized they were the same fingers that Sarah had fucked and sucked.
She moaned loudly and another oragsum rocked her. Making an animalistic sound, she rocked her hips violently against him and fucked his cock and finger savagely as she sucked on two of his fingers. Her tight pussy contracted over and over again on his rod until he was taken to a new sexual height.
“Fuck woman,” John grunted.
His balls tightened up and he grunted again as he filled her contracting pussy. Between the constant attention he had on the dancefloor and his sudden wife’s sexual appetite, he felt an abnormal amount of his seed squirt into her. He pumped into her over and over, feeling his orgasum elongating with each thrust. Feeling the last of him enter her, he gave one last long moan.
Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, she unhooked her ankles and slid down him, sinking to her knees before him, both his finger and his cock sliding out of her.
She looked up at the cum and pussy covered cock.
“Is my master pleased?” she asked innocently.
Before he could answer, she reached up and grabbed the base of his meat. He gave another loud moan as she pulled his his cock inbetween her two lips and inhaled him.
She cleaned his cock with a couple of long sucks. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she licked it like a lollipop for good measure before kissing his pisshole lightly, sending shivers through his body.
“Your sex day is almost up,” she said, gently stroking his cock. “But don’t worry, I still have one more present to give you.”
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Chapter 7
Paying the taxi cab driver a wad of 20’s, John stumbled up the short steps to their house. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, giggling and fumbling with the door.
Head still swimming with alcohol, he pulled out his own set of keys.
“Clear the way, light-weights,” he said.
The two girls parted before him, giggling.
Opening the door, he motioned them in. “Ladies first.”
Flipping on the lights, Katie announced that the afterparty was just starting and went towards the kitchen. Sarah, laughing at the great idea, went into the living room, shedding her coat off along the way.
Just as he dropped the keys into the bowl next to the door, the music in the living room started playing.
Following after Sarah, he came in right as she slipped out of her fuck-me heels. She bent over and arranged the shoes next to the wall, giving John a glimpse of her tight bare ass and wet slit.
“What do you want John?” Katie’s voice came from the kitchen, drawing his attention away from Temptation.
“Surprise me,” he said, feeling that all moisture had abandoned his mouth.
“Me too,” Sarah said.
John looked back at her and found her still bent over, but was looking back at him with a knowing smile.
He swallowed the lump in his throat.
Sarah stood up and made a little twirl, laughing, before colliding with him. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she started grinding herself against him.
“Cum dance with me John!” she laughed.
John would never have thought he’d be cumming so much in a day, but the instant he smelled her strawberries, he remembered their last encounter and all the blood rushed to his cock.
Sarah purred when she felt his body responded to her in such a way and she casually reached down and adjusted his cock for him so it wasn’t so painful.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she whispered into his ear, before playfully biting it.
He reached around and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and helped her dry-fuck him through the thin fabric between them.
“Hmmm,” she breathed, just before her tongue caressed his earlobe.
His heartbeat quickened. He felt her hard nipples poking him through her thin dress, and his cock pulsated against her mound with need. Looking down, he saw her neck misted with a sheen of sweat. His tongue flicked out on it’s own accord and tasted her. She tasted like heaven. He tasted her again.
She pulled back away from him, and then their lips touched. Immediately her tongue met his, and the strawberry flavor intensified. He squeezed her ass and she moaned with need.
Sarah’s hand pulled his head away and guided him to the left--only then did he realize that it wasn’t Sarah’s hand. Katie’s lips found his. Vanilla joined the strawberries on his tongue and his head swam in euphoria. Breaking the kiss, he found his wife grinning.
“I told you not to start the party without me,” she said, handing Sarah her drink.
His wife downed the drink in her other hand and pulled him to her. Tequila flooded into his mouth and he swallowed it without complaint.
With a buzz in full swing, he tried to make sense of what was happening. But the devil on his shoulder won the short lived conversation. Katie turned around and pressed her ass against his rock hard member.
He watched her little black dress slowly hike up her thighs as she grinded his cock in time with the music. Caressing her bare thighs, he watched her exposed ass rub against his cock. Katie flicked her hair to one side and looked back at him with bedroom eyes.
Sarah circled around and gently lifted Katie’s chin up. Twice in one night John watched his wife make out with the hot best friend. Things were heating up as Sarah pushed Katie back against John, her hands roaming his wife’s body liberally.
He felt his wife’s hand unbuckle his pants between their bodies, and before he knew it, his pants hit the floor. Pushing his wife’s head to the side, he kissed her neck.
Katie’s right hand grasped his cock and slowly stroked it in time with her grinding.
And then her other hand joined in.
He kissed her ear and whispered into it that he was horny.
Breaking her passionate kiss with Sarah, she grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his lips to hers. Vanilla and strawberries exploded in his mouth once more.
And then he realized that there were still two hands on his cock.
He moaned into her mouth.
One of the hands guided his cock down between his wife’s two thighs, and then a third hand joined in from the other side, but this one was slickened with juices. Sarah’s hand tucked his cock safely between his wife’s thighs and her soaking wet slit.
The thought that Sarah had been fingering his wife almost made him cum right there.
“Don’t cum just yet,” Katie said, as if reading his mind.
His wife turned to Sarah, and then she pushed her head downward.
“Time for your present,” she whispered.
And then he felt Sarah’s lips on the very tip of his cock.
“Jesus,” he gasped.
“Master,” Katie whispered feverishly. “Fuck us both.”
Reaching back, Katie grabbed his ass and pushed him forward encouragingly.
That was all he needed. Any lingering doubts left his mind and all that was left was a need for release. Grabbing his wife’s hips, he pumped himself between her slippery thighs and into Sarah’s mouth.
“Yes,” Katie moaned. “Just like that.”
Lifting the thin dress over her head, Katie leaned back into him and he saw Sarah on her knees between her two perky breasts. Squeezing her hips, he pistoned in and out of Sarah’s mouth--the very tip teased by her tongue with each passing thrust as his cock became increasingly slippery by his wife’s juices.
“Master, I want to taste your cum,” Katie breathed heavily just before kissing him again.
Just as Sarah had done at the restaurant, Katie sucked on his tongue in time with his thrusts.
He didn’t stand a chance after that. On the second thrust, he pushed his cock as far as he could into Sarah’s eagerly waiting lips and sent his load to the back of her throat. He felt her suck him in further, and he imagined her nose digging deeper into his wife’s cunt. Holding Katie’s hips still, he groaned as his second, third, and fourth load shot into Sarah’s mouth.
“Good boy,” Katie said, squeezing her thighs together as Sarah milked the last of his cum out of him.
Sarah stood up and pulled Katie away from him. A drop of his cum escaped the corner of her mouth just as she leaned in and kissed his completely naked wife with the mouthful of his cum.
The sight of them sharing his cum kept his cock erect.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Sarah immediately started walking towards their bedroom, her fingers entwined with Katie’s. As they passed him, Katie gave him an inviting smile before disappearing around the corner.
John was left standing there pantsless.
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Chapter 8
Slowly, he took a step out of the pants pooled around his ankles. Using the heels of his feet, he slipped out of each of his shoes. His hard cock swayed slightly as he headed toward their bedroom door. He unbuttoned his shirt and it unceremoniously fell away from his body.
Reaching the doorway, he found Sarah’s on all fours on their bed. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, exposing a glistening cunt, and her head was between Sarah’s outstretched legs, moving in slow circles.
“Master,” Katie moaned wantonly.
Holding Sarah’s head still temporarily, she said huskily, “She’s wet for you.”
His eyes zeroed in on Sarah’s ass. At the sound of Katie, Sarah lifted her hips up and exposed more of her wet slit.
Taking three steps towards the bed, he reached up and caressed her right ass cheek. Immediately Sarah pushed up against his hand encouraging.
Making another step, the tip of his cock kissed the area between her anus and her velvety folds.
A wet hand reached down between her thighs and she grasped his cock.
Slowly, he stepped forward, grasping her other hip and allowed her to guide him in.
Katie’s breath quickened and she closed her eyes, lost to Sarah’s tongue no doubt.
For a brief moment, he took in the whole scene.
Katie’s wedding ring surrounded by Sarahs hair. Sarah’s tanned thighs spread outward to him, her ass raised in anticipation. The heavy breathing of his wife. The smell of aroused pussy. The hot flesh under his fingertips. And the soft velvety folds that gently surrounded the tip of his cock.
His wife moaned loudly, and her thighs attempted to squeeze the life out of Sarah’s head as an orgasm rocked her to the core.
John took another step forward and inched his way further into Sarah. Her wet folds parted further for him, and he felt her thighs tense under his hands. His cock found resistance well before he would have on his wife. The newness of it all sent a shiver through his body.
Pulling back with his hips, he gently pushed forward again. Sarah kept her hand on his cock but she let him do the pushing. He looked down and watched half of his cock slowly disappear into the goddess’s iron tight lips before he met even more resistance and had to pulled back again.
Sarah lifted her head up from his wife’s snatch and looked back at him. Her eyes locked on to his and he saw her need. Her chin glistening with his wife’s juices and he could smell her arousal intensify. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself further into her, all the while watching her.
Her eyes slowly widen as she took more and more of him.
“It’s OK,” Katie whispered, pulling her friends attention back to her.
“He’s so big,” Sarah moaned in a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty. He put three quarters of his cock into her, feeling the resistance slowly give way, before he pulled back.
“Just relax, my love,” Katie said, before bending down and kissing her. “You’ll get use to it.”
As John pushed forward again, his wife’s hand joined in.
It was an exquisite feeling, her hand joining Sarah’s as his cock penetrated her.
Quickly his wife’s hand became slippery as she flicked Sarah’s clit and then worked the seams of her friend’s stretched pussy.
“Is she tight enough for you, master?” Katie asked with a wicked smile.
All he could do was grunt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he thrusted his way into the tight woman until she had just about all of him. Sarah had long given up on holding his cock, but Katie kept her grip on his hard member, squeezing it with each outward thrust, giving him immense pleasure.
“Oh my god, master!” Sarah cried out.
The encouraging words sent his cock into her even deep until Katie’s hand stopped him.
Sarah looked back at him with a primal growl. “Fuck me.”
He increased the tempo and then he felt her fucking him back. Katie released her hold on him and instead started gently rolling his ball sack, adding another new sensation. Soon his cock was pistoning in and out of her and Sarah bucked against him like a caged animal. Seeing her services were no longer required, Katie backed away from the two lovers. The sounds of his balls slapping her wet cunt quickly filled their ears. And then all of a sudden she started to shudder.
If John had thought her pussy was a vice before, he was sorely mistaken. He felt her cunt suck in his cock in and detonate all around him violently as orgasms went off like a chain reaction, sending her over the edge over and over.
“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming!” Sarah cried out almost incoherently. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that giant cock of yours!”
John grunted as he impaled her.
“Cum inside of me!” Sarah cried out. “Fill me with your cum and mark me as your own!”
John couldn’t hold it any more and exploded into the little sex goddess.
Feeling his seed dumping into her, Sarah moaned in ecstasy.
“Yessss!” She cried.
He didn’t stop and continued his assault on her sex, his cum making her tight cunt fully lubricated. The feeling was something completely new to him, and he loved every moment of it. He could feel every ridge and bump of his cock against her tight walls.
“I think she’s had enough,” Katie said, giving Sarah a light kiss as the woman slowed her bucking to a gentle rock. To his amazement, he could feel himself getting ready for another go-around.
Letting out a loud exhale, Sarah fell away from his cock and stretched out on their king size bed like the cat that had caught the canary.
Reaching down, Katie grabbed his cock and brought it to her lips. She sucked it in, her eyes never leaving his, as she cleaned Sarah’s juices and his cum off of it.
John moaned as he felt his cock strength in her hungry mouth.
Smiling with her eyes, she hummed softly against his flesh before pulling it out with a wet pop.
“Master,” Katie whispered heatedly, her hand still stroking his cock. “I want her to stay with us. Would you have us both?”
He could smell her need for him.
John looked down at Sarah’s hairless cunt, his cum dripping out of her like a little stream. Her hooded eyes looked back at him. She wore a small smile--as if telling him there was a lot more she planned on doing to him.
He flexed his hard cock against his wife’s hand before pushing her down onto the bed.
“Only if you keep calling me master.”
She spread her legs to him and her eyes lit up.
“Yes, master,” she moaned.
Grinning, he entered his wife as her best friend watched. Sarah’s fingers were playing with his cum that still leaked out of her, swirling it around inside her sex, as she prepared her body for what was to come next.
Chapter 1
Sarah turned the TV off and sighed. Reaching over the side of the bed, her hand brushed carpet until it found her cellphone. Pulling it up to her face, she hit a random button and the dark screen came to life.
2:23AM.
"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself. Not only had she been stood up by Eric-the-asshole, but now she couldn't sleep.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Blake had their kids this weekend, she would have just gone home. Her lying douche-bag of an ex-boyfriend had taken her house and had forced her into living with her parents. Which left going back home out of the picture.
Sarah hadn't expected to be asking her new best friend to crash at her place tonight. She was suppose to have been on a date with Eric... their third date.
She looked up at the popcorn ceiling and clenched her teeth. It had been far too long since she had gotten any. The last time had been 9 months before her youngest son was born. She loved both of her children, dearly, but her youngest son was five now and mommy needed something.
"Shhhh. Not so loud!" a hushed voice, broken by giggles, came from behind Sarah's door.
She blinked away all thoughts of Eric, and found herself sitting up out of reflex. Straining her ears, she heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
"Don't shush me woman!" This time, Sarah caught the distinctive male voice of John. Katie, her best friend, had recently gotten hitched by John. In fact, they'd just gotten back from their honeymoon--just another reason why she felt like crap for imposing on them.
"John... What are you... Here?!" Katie gasped. Sarah could hear the smile in her voice.
"Hmmm," came the response.
Sarah heard the bathroom door just across the hall creak open. "What if she's awake?"
She froze, realizing her body had already moved toward the half opened door.
"Let her watch," John breathed.
As Sarah reached the dark threshold, she tried to justify her intrusion with curious ignorance but even that sounded like denial.
The moonlight from the bathroom's skylight illuminated two bodies. Katie, wearing only a tight t-shirt and a thong, was lifted up onto the bathroom's counter-top by her husband. Hard nipples attempted to break free from the shirt until John peeled it away. For the first time, Sarah got a glimpse of her best friend topless.
She'd never fantasized about another woman before, but the sight made Sarah's mouth dry.
"What is going on with me? I shouldn't be watching this," Sarah told herself.
Just as she turned her head back toward her room, John's voice answered like the little devil on her shoulder, "Let her watch."
Sarah turned her focus on John and discovered the skinny man was actually just really lean. His normal slacks and a button up shirt had been replaced by pajama pants. That is, pajama pants sporting a sizeable tent. And while the moonlight didn’t reveal everything, Sarah could tell his bare chest was down right lick-able.
And then something unexpected happened.
She was wet.
"Oh god," Katie said, giving voice to Sarah's thoughts.
While she couldn't see what John was doing to her, there was enough light for Sarah's imagination. He'd pushed her thong to the side and was fingering her.
Slowly, as if afraid to wake up, Sarah moved her hands to her shorts. When her fingers found the elastic band, they started trembling--but it wasn't enough to stop her. As she slowly dropped her shorts, she smelled her own arousal. Soft carpet kissed her knees as she rested her head against the door frame and slid an index finger along her wet slit.
John's mouth had found Katie's and she started to moan. His lips made their way down her neck to her erect nipples and Sarah saw his tongue flick out like a snake.
"Oh. My. God!" Katie whispered a little louder. He switched to sucking and she immediately let out with another moan.
Meanwhile, Sarah started tweaking her right nipple as she continued her slow rub.
"I can’t believe how wet I am," Sarah thought.
"Damn it John, put it in me."
Katie's hand had disappeared into John's pants and he grunted. Pushing away from her, he pulled his pajama bottoms down and exposed one of the largest cocks Sarah had ever seen.
"No wonder she loves him," Sarah thought, bewildered.
Katie tried to pull her own thong off but John swatted her hand away. She made an annoyed sound but her hands stayed still as he took a knee and slide her thong off.
Sarah's hand had progressively increased it's rubbing, occasionally bumping into her now engorged clit. Seeing Katie's glistening love hole gave her another unexpected but naughty feeling--and she had to stifle a moan. Aside from her own, she'd never seen another woman's aroused pussy. She hadn't ever experiment in college like some of her girlfriends.
Sarah licked her lips.
John didn't get up though and started kissing her inner thighs.
"Baby..." Katie giggled, shying away from his lips. "You know that beard of your's tickles."
John took a long whiff from his wife's wet hole and made his own sound of announce. When he stood up, Katie immediately grabbed his meat.
Sarah stifled another moan when an unexpected thought crossed her mind. She'd imagined their roles being reversed. That she was the one grabbing his cock and Katie was watching her.
Katie guided him forward until his head slowly penetrated her wet pussy. Sarah slid her index finger in at the same time.
"Baby, you're big," Katie complained, and then bit her lower lip like a porn star.
Sarah watched John's ass move back and forward, slowly. Her finger mimicked his motions and she added her middle finger. Leaning back, she made herself a bit more comfortable. The smell of pussy filled her nose.
Katie grunted like a bitch in heat as her husband slowly pushed further into her, filling her up inch by inch.
"Not so deep baby," Katie gasped as he grabbed her hips.
He pushed Katie into the mirror behind her and tilted her hips up as he slowly fucked her. It was a steady rhythm, one which Sarah easily kept up. From the look on Katie’s face, he was doing a fantastic job.
""Ri--Right there," Katie whimpered, her eyes closed. "Ah!"
Now her heels were digging into his lower back. She was fucking him back.
"Deeper," she panted, "Deeper."
Sarah was soaking wet. She couldn't believe what she was doing but at the same time wanted to be the one getting fucked by John.
John, sensing some timer going off, grabbed her ass and impaled her. Katie gasped as she rocked her hips against him, fucking his cock for him. And then her primal grunts were elongated by what Sarah could clearly see as an orgasm. Having never experienced one during intercourse, Sarah paused her finger-fucking and watched on in amazement. As soon as his wife stopped bucking against him, John resumed his thrusting and she had to bite down onto his shoulder as another orgasm followed the first. She was trying to stifle a scream.
Her heels slowly loosened against his hips and then it was John having his way with his wife. His knees started to bang into the cabinets and his ragged breaths easily reaching Sarah's ears. He was close.
"Baby, cum!" Katie whimpered.
"Let me cum in your mouth," he grunted.
Sarah's hand resumed.
"Does he want to fill her mouth, or does he want her to taste her our pussy?" Sarah wondered.
Regardless of the intention behind the request, Sarah wanted to tell him yes.
"No," Katie whispered. "You know I don't like that."
She grabbed his hand though and started sucking on his fingers. John moaned in delight. It was clearly one of his favorites.
Having gotten over her orgasms, Katie started fucking him back with a vengeance.
Sarah moaned at the exquisite scene and closed her eyes. Adding her ring finger into her almost animalistic masturbation session, she started flicking her clit with her thumb and imagined John’s pelvic was doing the flicking as he fucked her.
She wanted to cum with him.
"Ugh." The sound opened Sarah's eyes and she found that Katie had pushed him away from her.
For a split gut-wrenching second, she thought she'd been found. While the newlyweds were busy fucking, her door had slowly opened a bit further and she was spread eagle to them.
The sinking feeling instantly disappeared, however, when John was pushed back against the wall behind him and Katie went to her knees.
She grabbed his wet hard cock and opened her mouth. He moaned loudly as his wife's lips slid down his dick until she was deep-throating him. Sarah couldn't believe the woman didn't gag.
And then her head began to bob.
"Jesus, woman. What's gotten into--" John's words quickly died in his mouth as it was overtaken by another loud moan. He grabbed her head and Katie's hands loosened against his thighs as he took over and started fucking her mouth.
Sarah, wet and horny, watched her naked best friend get mouth-fucked by her husband's giant cock. She'd never, in her life, had fantasized about voyeurism, but she knew after tonight she would. John's knees buckled and Katie willingly followed him down to the floor. He was cumming in her mouth. Sarah felt her own orgasm nearing.
John, panting, leaned his head back against the wall as his wife continue to suck him off, milking every ounce of him. His hand finally came up and he pushed her gently away.
"So close," Sarah muttered to herself.
Just when Sarah's was on the brink of ecstasy, her brain kicked in. The only sound in the house was the lover’s loud breathing and her wet pussy squishing. In a state halfway between fuck-me-now and what-have-I-done, it was a wonder the latter part of her mind won. Begrudgingly, she stopped her soaked hand's ministrations. Even after all that, she still hadn't came. The sexual frustration was almost unbearable.
Gasping, John whispered, "You are by far the best wife a man could ever ask for."
Lifting himself up, he offered his hand to her but she just smiled and shook her head.
His eyes alighted in understanding and he picked up their clothes. "I'll be in bed and probably asleep before you have time to flush. Love you honey."
Katie smiled at her husband, and Sarah could see she really did love him with all her heart. Both Katie and Sarah watched John's sweat covered backside disappear into their bedroom before the door closed.
Sarah, still frozen in her doorway, debated on what to do next but it was quickly decided for her.
Katie looked right at her.
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Chapter 2
Sarah now knew what the deer felt like just before the truck hit it.
Fingers still inside of her pussy, feet spread wide, there was no excuse she could come up with. Her intentions were clear.
Katie walked out of the bathroom, and across the short hallway on light feet. When she pushed the door open wider, Sarah found her brain.
Pushing herself up off the ground and taking a step back from the woman, her mind began to race for... something. Anything.
Frozen in place, Sarah flinched when Katie closed the door behind her with a small click.
“Kat--”, Sarah began, but stopped when her friend closed the short distance between them.
Steady hands caressed Sarah’s cheek, and then Katie leaned in and kissed her.
Breath caught in her throat, Sarah’s racing mind suddenly stopped. Katie’s soft lips didn’t touch hers for long, but the small peck brought with it the salty taste of John.
Before Katie could pull away any further, Sarah automatically leaned in and kissed her back. This time her mouth opened, and so did Katie’s. A flood of John’s cum entered her mouth and the thought that she was tasting her husband brought on a new level of horniness she’d never known. A wet cum covered tongue explored hers and Sarah’s sexual frustration came back with interest.
She greedily swallowed John’s cum and felt the slutty side of her purr in euphoria. She sucked on Katie’s tongue as if it were her husband’s cock and tried to get every drop of his cum.
Katie’s delicate fingers found her wet pussy, and Sarah moaned into her best friends mouth.
Fingers instantly slick with her juices, Sarah broken the kiss and gasped. Wordlessly Katie kissed her neck, and then down her chest to her left nipple. Sucking the nipple in, Katie hummed her pleasure. The vibration brought on new levels of pleasure. And then she gently bit it.
Between the repeated invasion of her sex, and the nipple play, Sarah started to feel the familiar build up of an orgasm.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
Katie’s thumb found her engorged clit and it didn’t take much longer after that.
The room lurched as the first orgasm rocked her to the core. Thighs squeezing against the hand between her, Sarah’s knees gave out. Her bare ass hit the soft bed behind her.
Katie, somehow still in her, whispered into her ear, “That’s a good girl, come for me.”
Katie flicked her clit again and Sarah’s world exploded with another orgasm.
Biting down on Katie’s shoulder, Sarah screamed.
As the world came back to her, the air came to her in ragged breaths.
Katie eased her fingers out of her spent sex and laid languidly next to her.
Rolling over, Sarah took in Katie’s naked body.
And her aroused cunt.
“Your turn,” Sarah whispered.
She’d never eaten pussy before, but she knew what she liked. And she was going to show Katie exactly how grateful she was.
At first Katie made to stop her, but Sarah gently pushed her hand away and licked her slit with one long pull. The moan that came from her ended any further resistance.
Katie grabbed a pillow and bit into it as Sarah gently kissed her aroused lips. Sarah truely enjoyed giving head, and she liked to think she was a real cock sucking pro, but this was the first time she tasted pussy. And the taste surprised her. She liked it. The smell of Katie’s arousal flooded her nose as she licked and kissed her pussy to a full on state of arousal. Like a flower, her clit appeared and she teased it with a flick of her tongue.
Katie’s heels dug into the bedsheets and her hips bucked at the contact.
“I’m close,” Katie whispered, muffled by the pillow.
Giving the wet sex one last long lick, she sucked in the clit and sent three of her fingers into the woman’s fully aroused vagina.
The muffled scream that came was nothing compared to the juices that immediately started to flow.
The woman was a squirter, and Sarah lapped up every drop. Swallowing a mouthful, she sent her fingers into her best friend’s pussy repeatedly and sent the woman over the edge again.
Her thighs pressed against Sarah’s head as another orgasm overtook her.
Releasing Katie’s clit, the woman’s thighs gently rubbed against her cheeks before they fell away. Katie finally gave a long sigh of content and lowered her knees.
Sarah looked up into Katie’s eyes and saw the same love she’d seen given to her husband.
It was right then that Sarah realized she was going to fuck John.
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Chapter 3
John awoke to a pleasant feeling. It took his brain a while longer to associate the feeling to something he REALLY enjoyed.
Looking down, he saw the blanket that covered him rose upward right where his morning wood was.
“Damn, woman,” he groaned as the mouth on his cock sucked him in like a vacuum. “Where did you learn that?”
He felt a hand wrap around his cock and gently twist it as lips glided upward towards the tip of his head.
The mole hill between his legs started to bob slowly as the hand gently twisted his cock.
John gasped as he felt a familiar tightening.
“I’m going to...”
He wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he felt the release of an orgasm into his wife’s mouth.
She gently sucked on him just long enough before his head became too sensitive.
“I don’t know what you want, baby, but...” the words died in his throat after he removed the blanket away from his wife’s head.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
Katie gave him a wicked grin. She’d dressed up for him in a new sheer babydoll lingerie.
With an index finger, she lightly wiped the drop of cum from her lips that had somehow escaped her luscious lips. Pushing the finger into her mouth, she sucked it before swallowing the load he’d given her.
“Never mind. Whatever it is you want, it’s yours.”
“Whatever made you think I wanted anything, dear?” she drawled as her hand gently tugged at his flaccid cock.
“Hmmm...”
It was all he could say.
He closed his eyes and grinned. “Luckiest. Man. Alive.”
“Good. That means you’ll like my gift,” Katie said with a smile to her voice.
He opened his eyes and frowned at the woman. “Gift?”
Rolling her eyes, she bent down and gently kissed his piss hole.
Looking up from his cock, she said, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten it’s your birthday today, my love.”
John chuckled. He’d been so busy between work and the wedding that he’d forgotten.
“Alright, I won’t tell you.”
Katie continued her slow rhythmic tug and smiled at him. “You work too hard.”
“I’ve got to make sure my baby is taken care of,” John said with a winning smile. “Besides, I have you to relax me.”
Katie’s smile widened. “Funny you should say that...”
“Oh?” John said neutrally, trying to hide the fact that she held all the power at the moment. Her constant attention to his member was starting to awaken the beast again.
“Today’s your lucky day,” she said, releasing her hold on his cock just as he felt himself getting ready for round 2.
“It get’s better?” John mused.
“Today is your sex day,” she said with a semi-serious face.
“Sex day?”
Katie nodded, “Sex day. Any time you feel like you could use a release, tell me. Regardless of where we are, I will make sure my husband is taken care of.”
John couldn’t help himself, he smiled from ear to ear. “That is by far, the best present anyone has ever given me.”
She bent down and kissed his forehead. “Good, now get showered and we’ll make you breakfast.”
“We?”
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John walked into the kitchen to find Katie, dressed in pajama bottoms and one of his shirts, setting the table and Sarah cooking something up on the stovetop.
“Smells wonderful,” he announced to the room.
Katie looked up at him and smiled. “Enjoy it while you can, because you’ll be living with my cooking for the rest of your life.”
Sarah snorted. “Ain’t that the truth.”
John chuckled. Sarah had tried teaching Katie to cook in the past and the result of it had been the new renovation of their kitchen.
Katie placed the last fork on the table and said, “You know I was going to ask you to move in with us but now...”
“Oh no, that’s still on the table,” John said semi-jokingly to Sarah.
She was hands down the best cook in the city.
His wife walked over to him and slugged his shoulder playfully... ish.
She quickly followed it up with a kiss to his cheek. As she leaned in for the kiss, her hand found his limp noodle and she gently squeezed it. “Good,” she whispered just low enough for him. Louder she said, “I think we have some more orange juice in the refrigerator out in the garage, I’ll be right back.”
He watched his retreating wife’s ass sway back and forth and felt his cock rise after her.
John suspected the day was going to be full of quickies, and he was eager for his first one. He already had a plan to get his wife against the kitchen counter as soon as breakfast was over.
Just as Katie disappeared around the corner, Sarah reached up on her tippy toes for something on the top shelf.
“John can you...”
“Yeah,” he replied automatically. Realizing he was at full staff, he quickly adjusted himself to be straight up while Sarah’s back was turned.
Sarah had the cabinet door open and was keeping a bag of chips from falling on top of her. Reaching up, he pushed the chips away from her but immediately felt her ass cheeks envelope his cock. Out of sheer reflex, he grabbed her hip with his free hand.
“Now let me get this,” Sarah said, moving her ass upward and grinding herself further into him.
As she reached for a canister of salt, she lost her footing and fell back against him. Holding onto the cabinet to support himself, her ass grinded against him again.
“Maybe I should help,” John said, trying to suppress the pleasure he was experience from his voice.
“No I got it, just hold me,” she said, unknowingly continuing her grinding against him as she reached for the damn salt behind the bag of chips. But the animalistic version of himself took the cop’out excuse that he was helping her. He grabbed both of her hips and helped her bunny hop to the salt. Each unsuccessful attempt was another gentle grind of her thinly covered flesh against his rock hard cock.
She laughed as she unsuccessfully reached for it a third time, and he had to remind himself that he was a married man.
“Having trouble?” Katie said from behind him.
“There!” Sarah cried out in victory.
John let out his breath, and then realized he’d been holding it.
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Chapter 4
Breakfast went by excruciatingly slow. Sensing John’s arousal like a six sense, Katie casually stroked him under the table as she talked about her plans with Sarah. They’d go shopping first while John stayed home for some alone time. Then they’d all go to dinner at a nice restaurant since Sarah had been stood up the other night. And then they’d go clubbing--in an effort to find the right hot piece of ass for Sarah (Katie’s words, not hers).
All of it was talked about in great detail, and during every second of the conversation Katie rubbed his cock under Sarah’s unsuspecting gaze.
When they were finally done, Sarah offered to cleanup but John quickly volunteered to do the cleanup--and Katie hesitated for only a moment before agreeing to help him.
Sarah, happy to be out of cleaning duty, announced that she was going to her room to shower and get ready for the full day of shopping.
“Finally,” John exasperated the moment Sarah rounded the corner.
“What’s wrong baby?” Katie asked him innocently.
John growled at her teasing, but she cocked an eyebrow at him.
Apparently the rule was he had to tell her.
“I’m fucking horny,” John growled
“Well why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” Katie said, continuing her innocent ploy.
His wife grabbed his hand and led him to the same spot where he’d been with Sarah. Sensing him tense, she gave him a sly smile.
“Don’t think I don’t know my husband.”
When he opened his mouth to--we’ll he wasn’t sure what he was going to say at that point--she pressed a finger against his lips.
“I don’t judge,” she whispered. Turning around, she pressed her shapely ass against his still hard cock.
“God I love you woman,” John said.
She ground herself against him a few times for good measure before she said, “I know. Now fuck me.”
Gripping the elastic band of her pajama bottoms, he pulled it down and exposed her bare ass and the slanted view of her sex.
She reached back into the flap of his own pajama bottoms and fished out his hard cock.
“Is this what you were wanting to do?” she whispered.
Thinking back at Sarah’s sexy ass, not knowing if that was what his wife had meant, he instinctively growled “yes” before he pushed himself into her tight love hole.
She was already wet for him.
Katie gasped as he invaded her all the way to the hilt. Gripping the countertop, she pushed her ass further against him.
Grabbing her hips, he watched the back of her head lower as she tilted her hips for him, giving him better penetration. It wasn’t until his second stroke that he was imagining Sarah before him, and the thought spurred him on to the next thrust with force.
Katie and Sarah had the same long hair, so it wasn’t a huge leap, but the more he thought about her ass grinding against his cock earlier, the faster he rammed into his wife.
“Yes.” Katie moaned. “Yes, fuck me baby. Fuck me.”
John felt his balls slap against her and he heard her cry out as an orgasum began to build up inside of her.
“Cum inside of me,” she begged him. “Cum with me.”
He groaned as her vagina’s walls contracted around his cock and felt her pull his prick deeper inside of her.
His balls contracted and he felt himself erupt into his wife. Grabbing her hips, he pumped himself again into her, feeling his cum slickin cock slide through his wife’s aroused lips.
“Hmmm,” Katie moaned. “Good boy.”
She gently rocked her hips back and forth and tightened her kegel muscles as he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasum.
When his cock finally slid out of her, she looked back at him and smiled. “That should keep you satisfied until we get back from shopping.”
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Chapter 5
If John had known Sarah hadn’t been joking about the “full day of shopping”, he would have gone for seconds.
It was damn near dinner time when the girls got back and factoring in the hour of time it took for them to get ready, he was more than a little grumpy. The promised sex day had been false advertisement.
But when they appeared in the living room after their hour of prep time, he had to admit it, the sight of his wife in a skimpy little black dress and fuck-me heels was well worth the wait. And while he felt a little guilty about imagining Sarah in their last romp in the kitchen, he couldn’t deny the fact that Sarah looked just as good in her equally slutty red dress.
The plan had been a nice dinner and then a club--or three. The “nice restaurant” ended up being what John would call a small plate big check type of establishment. It was a place that wasn’t on his top anything list, but Katie had been adamant about it. It was his birthday and, apparently more importantly, Sarah had had a crappy few days and needed some cheering up.
Just as the hostess was steering them towards the far corner booth, well away from most of the patrons in the restaurant, Sarah excused herself to the little girls room. Per the universal law of women, Katie joined her and told him to get her her usual.
While the restaurant wasn’t his top anything, it was Katie’s number one. With a patient sigh, he sat down on the edge of the circular booth and accepted a menu from the hostess.
“Might as well save yourself the trouble of picking this one up,” John said, picking up Katie’s menu and handing it back to her. “She’s a regular.”
Smiling, the hostess grabbed it and informed him his waiter would be by momentarily.
Opening his menu, all he could see was the lack of pricing.
“God I hate this place,” he mumbled.
“Can I get you started with anything?” an unsteady male voice asked.
Peaking over his menu, he found a man that should have retired a decade ago.
“A bottle of something red. It’s going to be a long night.”
Nodding his head politely, the waiter disappeared.
Off in the distance John watched Katie and Sarah weaving through the tables, their asses swaying slightly. To his childish delight, he caught more than a few of the other men in the restaurant turn to look as the two passed by. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet and the sudden uncomfortable strain in his pants announced that his other head agreed.
Fixing himself straight up, and making sure his member didn’t poke out of his button up shirt, he smiled up at his wife.
Making the shooing motion, Katie forced him to scoot over and Sarah took the other side, completing the John sandwich.
Katie’s hand found the bulge in his pants and she gave him a smile, complemented by a wicked glint in her eye.
“Ready for round 3?” she ask, not too quietly.
Giving Sarah a sideways glance, he found her rolling her eyes.
“You told her?” John asked, a little off-balance.
“It was her idea in the first place, silly,” Katie said, slowly rubbing the base of his cock through the thin fabric.
“You can thank me later,” Sarah said with a small smile before picking up her menu.
A distinctive clink of silverware reached his ears, and then Katie whispered into his ear “oops”.
He looked over and discovered his wife sliding under the white table top that fully encased the table. John’s slow brain didn’t connect the dots until he felt his wife’s hands unbuckling his belt.
“Here?” John asked in an almost frantic hushed whisper. Katie’s well practiced hands had already pulled his pants down to his knees and had grasped his rock hard cock. He didn’t bother wearing underwear these days, and silently wondered if he should start.
“I told you the rules,” she whispered from below.
His eyes scanned the restaurant but they were off in the corner and no one was looking at them.
She had told him wherever they were.
And then all tension left his body as his wife started to service him right there in the restaurant.
Sarah chuckled next to him.
Somehow he’d completely forgotten about her the moment his wife’s hands started unbuckling his pants. Looking over at her now, he found her watching his wife’s lips work their way back up to the tip of his cock--or at least the parts that weren’t covered by the table cloth.
And then she scooted closer to him.
Frozen in a state of mind somewhere between uncertainty and an absolute mind-boggling, fantasy-fulfilling, heightened sexual arousal, Sarah’s hand found his thigh and patted him familiarly.
“What do you think, baby?”
Katie stopped what should have been an earth shattering blowjob. And then Confused-John realized they had company. The waiter.
The man, on ninja like feet had appeared before them and was pouring out the bottle of wine he’d ordered into two glasses.
Having taken the cue on the number of menus, and the fact that John hadn’t mentioned any other orders, the waiter assumed they were on a date.
“Uhhh... whatever you want. Baby,” John said awkwardly.
Down below, his wife gently sucked on his cock. Just enough to remind him she was there.
Sarah, the devil, leaned into him and practically purred, “Hmmm.”
“Might I suggest tonight's special?” the clearly seasoned salesman slash waiter asked.
“Perfect. Make that two of them,” John said hurriedly.
Between the gentle sucking of his wife, the hot friend’s hand on his thigh, and the nipples that were almost poking out of Sarah’s dress--he wanted to drop to the floor right then and there and fuck his wife.
But no.
Sarah had to torture him.
“Now, now, John,” Sarah said with a gentle stroke of his thigh. “What’s the special?”
Whatever the waiter said, John didn’t hear it. His wife left his cock alone and started playing with his balls. It was taking all of his willpower to keep his poker face on.
“What do you think baby?” Sarah asked, still rubbing his thigh and occasionally letting her long fingernails drag along his thigh.
“Sounds delicious,” he said with the most even voice he could muster.
Sarah rested her head on his shoulder and handed the waiter her menu. “Me too.”
When the waiter finally disappeared, John let out a sigh and then immediately had to suppress a groan as his wife started her blowjob again with a vengeance.
“You can thank me for that too,” Sarah whispered into his ear, her chin now resting on his shoulder..
He opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them, and found her looking down at the mouth working his exposed wet cock. Katie’s eyes were hidden by the tablecloth but her luscious red lipstick covered lips worked the very tip of his head while her hand gently twisted the base of his cock.
“I’d taught her a few things before your honeymoon.”
John suppressed another groan. The knowledge that Sarah had been the reason for the sudden change in his wife’s fellatio capabilities brought on the familiar tightening in his balls.
Poker face long forgotten, John whispered “I’m close.”
And then Sarah’s hand reached down and stopped Katie’s head.
“What the...” John began just as Sarah growled “That fucking bastard.”
Down below, Katie’s lips stayed perfectly still and if it had been any other situation, he would have laughed at the bizarre situation.
A mixture of anger and frustration bubbled up inside of him. He glared at Sarah wanting to kill her with his stare, but found her attention elsewhere. Following Sarah’s line of sight, he watch a man and a very young woman cross the restaurant. The face looked familiar.
And then it hit him and all anger and frustration left him.
“Damn,” John breathed. “Isn’t that Eric?”
Katie grabbed pulled his cock free from her mouth with a light wet pop.
“What?!” she whispered.
Eric had been the guy that had stood Sarah up last night. He’d only recognized him from a facebook picture Sarah had showed him in passing.
As if he’d heard John whisper his name, Eric looked up towards their direction.
“Oh no,” Sarah gasped as both her and John looked at each other--neither wanting to admit to Eric that they saw him first.
“What’s going on?” Katie demanded.
“He’s coming over,” Sarah whispered back fearfully.
“John.” Katie said.
The one word said it all.
Looping an arm over Sarah, he gave her his best winning smile.
Fear was slowly replaced by confusion.
“Just relax,” he said between his smile like a tranquilest. “We’re deeply in love.”
She hesitated for only a brief moment before smiling back up at him and resuming her thigh rubbing.
“Sarah,” Eric said, surprise in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
Sarah didn’t have a high paying job so the implied insult was like knives to John’s gut. To give her credit, she turned away from John’s warm gaze and blinked up at Eric as if just seeing him for the first time.
“Who’s your friend?” John asked, feeling (and showing) his annoyance at being interrupted before Sarah could say anything.
Looking from John to Eric and back again, she said, “John this is Eric.”
“Oh you’re Eric?” John said in surprise. “I guess I should thank you then. If you hadn’t stood up this lovely woman last night I never would have had the chance to meet her.”
Eric blinked, clearly confused and most likely regretting coming over to their table in the first place.
“And you must be his baby sister!” John said with another winning smile. “Pleasure meeting you both.”
The barely legal girl was clearly too young for the man, but definitely not his sister.
Just behind them, John caught the waiter coming towards them.
The girl’s cheeks flushed, but before she could open her mouth John said, “I apologize, but our food has arrived and we really must be finished within the hour. FAA doesn’t take too kindly when you tell them that your private jet won’t be taking off on time. And I promised this amazing woman that we’d be spending the weekend at my place in New York.”
At the last part, he turned to Sarah and resumed his warm smile. Making a point of completely ignoring the two.
Sarah looked back at him with the biggest shit eating grin on her face.
To put a cherry on top of the awesome sundae, she grabbed his thigh, leaned in and kissed him.
As her lips touched his, he tasted strawberry.
“Fuck it,” John thought and opened his mouth to her. Immediately he felt her tongue explore his.
She moaned into his mouth and then he felt Katie’s lips enveloped the head of his cock. His wife wanted to show her appreciation as well.
The feeling was exquisite.
John knew deep down he shouldn’t be french kissing his wife’s best friend, let alone allowing himself to enjoy it, but he told himself that Katie wanted him to sell it--that and to shut up and enjoy it.
Vaguely he heard the two long forgotten people leave and the plates set down on their table, but he was lost in the smell and tastes of Sarah. Her soft lips, wet tongue, and strawberry flavoring did a number on his senses as his wife’s mouth studiously followed Sarah’s teachings.
He felt the build up of an impending orgasm again and, lost in the kiss, he started moving his hand up her bare right thigh. The feeling of hot skin against his palms brought on a new height to his desire for her.
“No,” he told himself, and stayed his hand.
But he couldn’t help himself from gripping her thigh a little roughly as his wife deep-throated him under the table. He bucked his hips under the table and moaned into Sarah’s mouth.
Sarah started sucking on his tongue in time with his bucking hips and the last shred of control he had left.
He exploded deep into his wife’s throat.
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Chapter 6
John walked into the club in a daze. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, arms looped like best friends sometimes do, and they were laughing.
Strawberries still lingered on his lips as a constant reminder of his recent transgressions. To make matter’s worse, like a movie scene on a constant loop, he kept remembering Sarah sucking on his tongue hungrily as his wife deepthroated him--long after the charade was suppose to have been over.
After cumming, Katie had crawled back up into the booth and the two women started talking about the douchebag of a guy Eric was... as if nothing unusual had just happened. And, as if there had been some untold permission given, Sarah kept her hand on his thigh and playfully squeezed it throughout the dinner conversation. The wine was killed in short order, the glasses shared, and the food was devoured quickly.
Before John knew it, he was standing just at the edge of a dance floor where bodies grinded against themselves like one massive orgy--minus the nude part.
“I need a drink,” Sarah yelled over the loud music. “First round is on me!”
Katie laughed and told her she owed a few more than just the first round. They’d both had more of the wine than John had so John passed the playfulness off as a buzz.
When Sarah disappeared, Katie grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Quickly John became lost in the music as his wife made an effort to arouse him again in time with the beat. Strawberries were quickly replaced with vanilla as he kissed his wife’s neck. He loved his wife and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with her.
Tilting her head back he got a good view of her breasts. They were barely contained by the near sheer black fabric of her dress.
“You look ravishing, my love,” John whispered into her ear.
She smiled lazily and pulled his head down for a kiss.
Her tongue danced across his briefly before she pulled back. Licking her lips, she said, “Strawberries?”
Seeing the fear in his eyes, she smiled lovingly up at him. “I know what you did for her. I was there remember?”
Fear quickly turned to confusion.
She gently squeezed his semi-erect cock and purred, “You don’t think I’d give my husband a bj if I thought he was cheating on me would you?”
“I would never,” John said hastily.
“Says the man that wanted a threesome,” she chuckled.
He remembered begging for it at one point in their relationship, but that had been before he’d married her.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck. “I know you’d never.”
He lifted her chin up and kissed her again. This time he grabbed her ass and smashed her mound against his hard cock.
“God I love you,” John said when he came back up for air.
“Sarah should have been back by now,” Katie said suddenly.
Seeing that she was right, John scanned the bar that her friend had been heading towards and immediately spotted her. It was hard not to notice her, she was like a diamond in a field of coal with that red dress of hers.
Sarah was looking around, desperately trying to get out of a conversation with another man.
“Looks like she could use her rich boyfriend again,” Katie said, gently pushing him towards her. Pointing off in the distance at a row of tables, she said, “I’ll go grab us a table over there.”
Grunting, he started walking towards the bar.
Against his will, he found himself checking Sarah out. He’d never really seen the woman as anything but Katie’s best friend... but after kissing her and feeling her need for more, he couldn’t believe how blind he’d been. The woman was at least an 8.5 on the hot scale, closer to 9 if not right at it. If he hadn’t met Katie, he could easily see himself approaching her in a club like this.
“Those are dangerous thoughts John,” he told himself. “You love your wife.”
Getting closer, he overheard the man that was blocking her exit tell her how he wanted to take her back to his place.
Seeing John, she smiled up at him warmly.
“Hey baby,” John said in greeting. “What’s taking so long?”
Setting her drinks down, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Hard.
Gently grinding her pussy against his cock, she eagerly explored his mouth. He automatically grabbed her ass and helped her hump him. The sudden passionate kiss took him off guard, so he rolled with it.
Strawberries filled his nostrils once again and his head started to swim.
He had to break the kiss before he lost all selfcontrol, but he didn’t before he inhaled her perfume in like a drunken man.
“There you are,” she purred.
Looking over where the guy had been, they found he’d vanished back into the douchebag pool.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“A-any time,” John said, catching his breath.
Sarah licked her lips. “Vanilla? I knew she’d taken my lip balm!”
John gave a nervous laugh and then relieved her of the extra drinks.
“Which one’s mine?” John asked.
She pointed to the one in his left hand and he quickly downed it. Motioning for the bartender, he said, “Damn I need a drink.”
Grinning, Sarah killed hers and pointed at the empty glass as well.
By the time they found Katie, they were both on their third glass and John was starting to feel it.
“Looks like you’ve guys started without me,” Katie said, pouting.
Katie relieved John of the two glasses in his hands and killed them both in quick succession. “I’ll be back!”
John grinned at his wife’s swaying ass as she headed towards the now jam packed bar.
Sarah grabbed his hand and he instinctively entwined his fingers with hers.
“Come dance with me,” she said huskily.
Guiding him to the dance floor, she weaved through the bodies until they were in the center of it all. Grabbing his neck, she pulled him to her and once again started grinding her body into his. Between the alcohol and the smell of her intoxicating strawberries, John let some of his ambitions go and grinded himself back into her.
“It looks like I need to find Katie,” she whispered into his ear.
“What do you mean?” John asked, not really concentrating on her words.
Her hand slipped between their bodies and grabbed his cock that had been trying to break free from his pants.
“This,” she purred.
“That’s not fair,” John moaned as she gently rubbed it. “You girls can always tell when a man is aroused.”
Giving him a seductive smile, she released her hold on his cock. Against John’s will, he let out a sound of regret.
She turned around and pushed her ass into his cock. Like the kitchen, her thinly clad ass cheeks enveloped his cock perfectly. She bent over and lifted her hips up, giving him a great view of her ass before she popped herself back up like a stripper. He grabbed her hips and brought her to him as she slowly rocked her hips back against him. His cock was pulsating with need of release and it all felt so natural.
Leaning back against him, she grabbed his neck and pulled his head down closer to her. He thought she wanted a kiss, but instead her lips found his ear.
“Didn’t anyone teach you how to find out if we’re aroused?”
Throat gone completely dry, he croaked, “No.”
Wordlessly, she grabbed his hand from her hip and guided him to her exposed thigh. And then slowly, in time with the music, she brought his hand up her inner thigh until his fingers found something moist. Before he fully knew what he was doing, he began fingering her wet cunt. The thought that she wasn’t wearing any underwear turned him on even more.
Her breath came out raggedly as she said, “When we’re wet, we’re aroused. Tell me John, am I aroused?”
She was soaking wet.
“Very,” he moaned.
She closed her eyes and started grinding her ass into his cock in time with his fingering. He added a second finger and watched the top part of her right nipple peek out of her dress.
He was in heaven.
He gently flicked her engorged clit with his thumb and her body shuddered against his. She bit her lower lip and moaned. Her body responded to him as if she were his puppet.
Her thighs pressed against his hand tightly and she pushed against his cock roughly before rocking her hips forward. Grabbing his hand, she started moving it for him, showing him what she liked. With her other hand, she reached up and pulled his mouth to hers.
He furiously did as she directed at the tempo of the song--and the song’s tempo steadily increased. She bit into his lip and cried out as an orgasum rocked her back into him. He pushed his third finger into her as deep as he could and felt her walls contract around him.
Slumping against him, she released his lower lip from her teeth and then reached down and pulled his hand out from her. Pushing her ass against his still hard prick, she brought his wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked his index finger in like a vacuum.
He shuddered with pleasure as her tongue cleaned his finger from her juices. And then she moved on to the next one, and then the next, until they were all cleaned. Pulling the fingers out, she turned around and kissed him.
This time the sweet nectar of her aroused sex joined the taste of strawberries.
“I didn’t say you could continue the party without me!”
Opening his eyes, he found Katie right next to them with two drinks in tow. He could tell she was buzzed and a small part of him told him he had crossed the line, regardless of how drunk he was.
Before he could say or do anything, Sarah grabbed one of the drinks and tossed it back. But instead of swallowing it, she grabbed his wife and kissed her. The alcohol in her mouth dribbled slightly from a corner of her mouth before Katie started to swallow the liquid.
John grabbed the other glass from Katie before she could spill it and watched the two make out in front of him. Sarah’s hand reached back and blindly found his pants before pulling him towards her. His cock found its natural position between her ass and the married couple sandwiched Sarah between them.
Killing the glass in hand, he gave his own shit eating grin.
When Katie broke the kiss, Sarah whispered something into her ear. Her eyes lit up and then she grinned. Grabbing John’s hand, she pulled him away from Sarah and the dance floor.
She led him to the girls bathroom and, before he realized where she was going, she pulled him in and locked the door behind them.
“Sarah tells me your cock needs servicing.”
She pushed him to the sink behind him and in one motion had his pants down at his ankles. His cock sprung free and pointed right up at his wife.
“Tell me, master, which hole would you like to fuck this time?”
John only hesitated for a moment before he grabbed her and lifted her up onto the countertop. Pulling back her skirt, he discovered that not only was she pantyless, she was freshly waxed and wet.
“We’d both gotten Brazilian’s today,” Katie said in explanation before grabbing his cock and guiding it into her.
He groaned loudly as he parted her silky folds and sunk into her.
She gasped into her ear before whispering, “Remember I’m your’s to fuck today. Regardless how you get hard.”
John groaned again before he started to roughly violate his wife. She cried out her encouragement as he fucked her hard and fast. His fingers grabbed her ass and lifted her up off the countertop and slammed her into the wall next to them. She moaned in ecstasy. With her back pressed against the wall, he pistoned his prick into her.
Her juices started flowing as she came, and his fingers and balls started to slicken with her juices. Rubbing her puckered anus with one of his wet fingers, her eye’s widened.
“Whoever said I just had to pick one?” John growled.
He felt her anus relax under his rubbing and he slid his finger into her ass. She moaned into his ear.
“Fuck me master,” she cried.
He didn’t know where she got the “master” from, but he liked it.
“Shut up whore and cum on my cock,” John growled.
Katie didn’t normally like to talk dirty, but tonight she was too far gone to care. She came again and he felt both his cock and finger become sucked into her.
“I’m cumming master!” she cried.
He rammed into her again and felt his cock inside of her with his other finger.
“Cum inside of me baby,” she moaned. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she grabbed his other hand and sucked on his fingers.
Her eyes widened and John realized they were the same fingers that Sarah had fucked and sucked.
She moaned loudly and another oragsum rocked her. Making an animalistic sound, she rocked her hips violently against him and fucked his cock and finger savagely as she sucked on two of his fingers. Her tight pussy contracted over and over again on his rod until he was taken to a new sexual height.
“Fuck woman,” John grunted.
His balls tightened up and he grunted again as he filled her contracting pussy. Between the constant attention he had on the dancefloor and his sudden wife’s sexual appetite, he felt an abnormal amount of his seed squirt into her. He pumped into her over and over, feeling his orgasum elongating with each thrust. Feeling the last of him enter her, he gave one last long moan.
Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, she unhooked her ankles and slid down him, sinking to her knees before him, both his finger and his cock sliding out of her.
She looked up at the cum and pussy covered cock.
“Is my master pleased?” she asked innocently.
Before he could answer, she reached up and grabbed the base of his meat. He gave another loud moan as she pulled his his cock inbetween her two lips and inhaled him.
She cleaned his cock with a couple of long sucks. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she licked it like a lollipop for good measure before kissing his pisshole lightly, sending shivers through his body.
“Your sex day is almost up,” she said, gently stroking his cock. “But don’t worry, I still have one more present to give you.”
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Chapter 7
Paying the taxi cab driver a wad of 20’s, John stumbled up the short steps to their house. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, giggling and fumbling with the door.
Head still swimming with alcohol, he pulled out his own set of keys.
“Clear the way, light-weights,” he said.
The two girls parted before him, giggling.
Opening the door, he motioned them in. “Ladies first.”
Flipping on the lights, Katie announced that the afterparty was just starting and went towards the kitchen. Sarah, laughing at the great idea, went into the living room, shedding her coat off along the way.
Just as he dropped the keys into the bowl next to the door, the music in the living room started playing.
Following after Sarah, he came in right as she slipped out of her fuck-me heels. She bent over and arranged the shoes next to the wall, giving John a glimpse of her tight bare ass and wet slit.
“What do you want John?” Katie’s voice came from the kitchen, drawing his attention away from Temptation.
“Surprise me,” he said, feeling that all moisture had abandoned his mouth.
“Me too,” Sarah said.
John looked back at her and found her still bent over, but was looking back at him with a knowing smile.
He swallowed the lump in his throat.
Sarah stood up and made a little twirl, laughing, before colliding with him. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she started grinding herself against him.
“Cum dance with me John!” she laughed.
John would never have thought he’d be cumming so much in a day, but the instant he smelled her strawberries, he remembered their last encounter and all the blood rushed to his cock.
Sarah purred when she felt his body responded to her in such a way and she casually reached down and adjusted his cock for him so it wasn’t so painful.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she whispered into his ear, before playfully biting it.
He reached around and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and helped her dry-fuck him through the thin fabric between them.
“Hmmm,” she breathed, just before her tongue caressed his earlobe.
His heartbeat quickened. He felt her hard nipples poking him through her thin dress, and his cock pulsated against her mound with need. Looking down, he saw her neck misted with a sheen of sweat. His tongue flicked out on it’s own accord and tasted her. She tasted like heaven. He tasted her again.
She pulled back away from him, and then their lips touched. Immediately her tongue met his, and the strawberry flavor intensified. He squeezed her ass and she moaned with need.
Sarah’s hand pulled his head away and guided him to the left--only then did he realize that it wasn’t Sarah’s hand. Katie’s lips found his. Vanilla joined the strawberries on his tongue and his head swam in euphoria. Breaking the kiss, he found his wife grinning.
“I told you not to start the party without me,” she said, handing Sarah her drink.
His wife downed the drink in her other hand and pulled him to her. Tequila flooded into his mouth and he swallowed it without complaint.
With a buzz in full swing, he tried to make sense of what was happening. But the devil on his shoulder won the short lived conversation. Katie turned around and pressed her ass against his rock hard member.
He watched her little black dress slowly hike up her thighs as she grinded his cock in time with the music. Caressing her bare thighs, he watched her exposed ass rub against his cock. Katie flicked her hair to one side and looked back at him with bedroom eyes.
Sarah circled around and gently lifted Katie’s chin up. Twice in one night John watched his wife make out with the hot best friend. Things were heating up as Sarah pushed Katie back against John, her hands roaming his wife’s body liberally.
He felt his wife’s hand unbuckle his pants between their bodies, and before he knew it, his pants hit the floor. Pushing his wife’s head to the side, he kissed her neck.
Katie’s right hand grasped his cock and slowly stroked it in time with her grinding.
And then her other hand joined in.
He kissed her ear and whispered into it that he was horny.
Breaking her passionate kiss with Sarah, she grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his lips to hers. Vanilla and strawberries exploded in his mouth once more.
And then he realized that there were still two hands on his cock.
He moaned into her mouth.
One of the hands guided his cock down between his wife’s two thighs, and then a third hand joined in from the other side, but this one was slickened with juices. Sarah’s hand tucked his cock safely between his wife’s thighs and her soaking wet slit.
The thought that Sarah had been fingering his wife almost made him cum right there.
“Don’t cum just yet,” Katie said, as if reading his mind.
His wife turned to Sarah, and then she pushed her head downward.
“Time for your present,” she whispered.
And then he felt Sarah’s lips on the very tip of his cock.
“Jesus,” he gasped.
“Master,” Katie whispered feverishly. “Fuck us both.”
Reaching back, Katie grabbed his ass and pushed him forward encouragingly.
That was all he needed. Any lingering doubts left his mind and all that was left was a need for release. Grabbing his wife’s hips, he pumped himself between her slippery thighs and into Sarah’s mouth.
“Yes,” Katie moaned. “Just like that.”
Lifting the thin dress over her head, Katie leaned back into him and he saw Sarah on her knees between her two perky breasts. Squeezing her hips, he pistoned in and out of Sarah’s mouth--the very tip teased by her tongue with each passing thrust as his cock became increasingly slippery by his wife’s juices.
“Master, I want to taste your cum,” Katie breathed heavily just before kissing him again.
Just as Sarah had done at the restaurant, Katie sucked on his tongue in time with his thrusts.
He didn’t stand a chance after that. On the second thrust, he pushed his cock as far as he could into Sarah’s eagerly waiting lips and sent his load to the back of her throat. He felt her suck him in further, and he imagined her nose digging deeper into his wife’s cunt. Holding Katie’s hips still, he groaned as his second, third, and fourth load shot into Sarah’s mouth.
“Good boy,” Katie said, squeezing her thighs together as Sarah milked the last of his cum out of him.
Sarah stood up and pulled Katie away from him. A drop of his cum escaped the corner of her mouth just as she leaned in and kissed his completely naked wife with the mouthful of his cum.
The sight of them sharing his cum kept his cock erect.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Sarah immediately started walking towards their bedroom, her fingers entwined with Katie’s. As they passed him, Katie gave him an inviting smile before disappearing around the corner.
John was left standing there pantsless.
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Chapter 8
Slowly, he took a step out of the pants pooled around his ankles. Using the heels of his feet, he slipped out of each of his shoes. His hard cock swayed slightly as he headed toward their bedroom door. He unbuttoned his shirt and it unceremoniously fell away from his body.
Reaching the doorway, he found Sarah’s on all fours on their bed. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, exposing a glistening cunt, and her head was between Sarah’s outstretched legs, moving in slow circles.
“Master,” Katie moaned wantonly.
Holding Sarah’s head still temporarily, she said huskily, “She’s wet for you.”
His eyes zeroed in on Sarah’s ass. At the sound of Katie, Sarah lifted her hips up and exposed more of her wet slit.
Taking three steps towards the bed, he reached up and caressed her right ass cheek. Immediately Sarah pushed up against his hand encouraging.
Making another step, the tip of his cock kissed the area between her anus and her velvety folds.
A wet hand reached down between her thighs and she grasped his cock.
Slowly, he stepped forward, grasping her other hip and allowed her to guide him in.
Katie’s breath quickened and she closed her eyes, lost to Sarah’s tongue no doubt.
For a brief moment, he took in the whole scene.
Katie’s wedding ring surrounded by Sarahs hair. Sarah’s tanned thighs spread outward to him, her ass raised in anticipation. The heavy breathing of his wife. The smell of aroused pussy. The hot flesh under his fingertips. And the soft velvety folds that gently surrounded the tip of his cock.
His wife moaned loudly, and her thighs attempted to squeeze the life out of Sarah’s head as an orgasm rocked her to the core.
John took another step forward and inched his way further into Sarah. Her wet folds parted further for him, and he felt her thighs tense under his hands. His cock found resistance well before he would have on his wife. The newness of it all sent a shiver through his body.
Pulling back with his hips, he gently pushed forward again. Sarah kept her hand on his cock but she let him do the pushing. He looked down and watched half of his cock slowly disappear into the goddess’s iron tight lips before he met even more resistance and had to pulled back again.
Sarah lifted her head up from his wife’s snatch and looked back at him. Her eyes locked on to his and he saw her need. Her chin glistening with his wife’s juices and he could smell her arousal intensify. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself further into her, all the while watching her.
Her eyes slowly widen as she took more and more of him.
“It’s OK,” Katie whispered, pulling her friends attention back to her.
“He’s so big,” Sarah moaned in a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty. He put three quarters of his cock into her, feeling the resistance slowly give way, before he pulled back.
“Just relax, my love,” Katie said, before bending down and kissing her. “You’ll get use to it.”
As John pushed forward again, his wife’s hand joined in.
It was an exquisite feeling, her hand joining Sarah’s as his cock penetrated her.
Quickly his wife’s hand became slippery as she flicked Sarah’s clit and then worked the seams of her friend’s stretched pussy.
“Is she tight enough for you, master?” Katie asked with a wicked smile.
All he could do was grunt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he thrusted his way into the tight woman until she had just about all of him. Sarah had long given up on holding his cock, but Katie kept her grip on his hard member, squeezing it with each outward thrust, giving him immense pleasure.
“Oh my god, master!” Sarah cried out.
The encouraging words sent his cock into her even deep until Katie’s hand stopped him.
Sarah looked back at him with a primal growl. “Fuck me.”
He increased the tempo and then he felt her fucking him back. Katie released her hold on him and instead started gently rolling his ball sack, adding another new sensation. Soon his cock was pistoning in and out of her and Sarah bucked against him like a caged animal. Seeing her services were no longer required, Katie backed away from the two lovers. The sounds of his balls slapping her wet cunt quickly filled their ears. And then all of a sudden she started to shudder.
If John had thought her pussy was a vice before, he was sorely mistaken. He felt her cunt suck in his cock in and detonate all around him violently as orgasms went off like a chain reaction, sending her over the edge over and over.
“Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming!” Sarah cried out almost incoherently. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that giant cock of yours!”
John grunted as he impaled her.
“Cum inside of me!” Sarah cried out. “Fill me with your cum and mark me as your own!”
John couldn’t hold it any more and exploded into the little sex goddess.
Feeling his seed dumping into her, Sarah moaned in ecstasy.
“Yessss!” She cried.
He didn’t stop and continued his assault on her sex, his cum making her tight cunt fully lubricated. The feeling was something completely new to him, and he loved every moment of it. He could feel every ridge and bump of his cock against her tight walls.
“I think she’s had enough,” Katie said, giving Sarah a light kiss as the woman slowed her bucking to a gentle rock. To his amazement, he could feel himself getting ready for another go-around.
Letting out a loud exhale, Sarah fell away from his cock and stretched out on their king size bed like the cat that had caught the canary.
Reaching down, Katie grabbed his cock and brought it to her lips. She sucked it in, her eyes never leaving his, as she cleaned Sarah’s juices and his cum off of it.
John moaned as he felt his cock strength in her hungry mouth.
Smiling with her eyes, she hummed softly against his flesh before pulling it out with a wet pop.
“Master,” Katie whispered heatedly, her hand still stroking his cock. “I want her to stay with us. Would you have us both?”
He could smell her need for him.
John looked down at Sarah’s hairless cunt, his cum dripping out of her like a little stream. Her hooded eyes looked back at him. She wore a small smile--as if telling him there was a lot more she planned on doing to him.
He flexed his hard cock against his wife’s hand before pushing her down onto the bed.
“Only if you keep calling me master.”
She spread her legs to him and her eyes lit up.
“Yes, master,” she moaned.
Grinning, he entered his wife as her best friend watched. Sarah’s fingers were playing with his cum that still leaked out of her, swirling it around inside her sex, as she prepared her body for what was to come next.