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Just pay attention to me…

I’m not sure where things began to go south in our marriage. I’m not sure if it began when he came home with that damned Playstation, or if it was shortly after as he began playing online with his friends every night. There wasn’t much I could do to pull his attention away from the TV, and believe me, I fucking tried. It didn’t matter if I came out of the bedroom in my tiniest negligee - the flimsy top that tightly gripped my breasts and body before coming to a sudden end halfway down my ass. It didn’t matter if I stood in front of the TV showing off my body to him. It didn’t matter that I straddled his lap and ground my naked pussy against his denim covered cock.

“Babe, I’m trying to play here.”

“But you’re not playing with me,” I whined, pressing myself tighter against his growing bulge. “Isn’t that more important than your game?”

“It is, but not right now, babe. I’m in the middle of a game and can’t quit,” he said, looking over my shoulder at the TV while his hands worked the controller. “Give me a little bit and then I’m all yours. I promise,” he added, giving me a wink.

With a sigh, “Okay, fine... Goodnight then,” I replied before sliding off his lap and walking away from him. I glanced over my shoulder hoping to catch him looking at my ass, but to no avail.

You’re gonna realize what you had when it’s too late…

I flopped down on the bed before picking up the remote and lazily flipping through the channels, looking for something to take my mind off the fact my husband would rather play video games over having sex with me. The cool air of the room against my bare pussy quickly reminded me of the need to be touched by someone other than myself. Frankly, I was getting sick and tired of having to take care of the burning desire deep between my legs. Isn’t that what my husband is for? To fuck me when I need him to?

“Fuck this…” I sighed, grabbing the hem of the negligee and peeling it off my body and breasts before tossing it to the ground.

Lying back against the propped up pillows, I allowed my legs to fall apart, exposing my wet pussy to the conditioned air of the bedroom. Feeling the cool air kiss the lips of my moist sex sent a chill through my body, eliciting a small moan that I did my best to suppress. I let the circulating air move across my body, allowing myself to heat up from the building arousal that was coming from deep within. I needed a release and if my husband wasn’t going to give it to me, I was going to have to get it myself.

I let my hands do the roaming they saw fit over my warming body, subtly grazing over the nape of my neck, slowly working their way to the peaks of my chest, before seeking out the hardening buds that were quickly gaining sensitivity. I rolled each nipple between my fore finger and thumb, sending a shock wave straight to my hardening clit. I loved the sensations created from my nipples being stimulated, loved the way my hard buds created a pipeline of pleasure straight to my pussy with a simple pinch. I knew I’d be able to cum simply from playing with my nipples, but that wasn’t the kind of orgasm I was seeking out. I felt like being dirty, doing something I’ve only done a smattering of times when the mood had been set just right.

I leaned over and opened the drawer of my night stand before retrieving my slender dildo and laying back down. Gripping the hard plastic with my right hand, I placed the tip of the dildo into my mouth before closing my lips around it and giving it a gentle suck. Slipping the dildo from my mouth, I began rubbing the length of the hard object over the slippery entrance of my pussy, making sure to rub my clit with each pass. The pressure immediately began to build as the plastic glided over my soaked lips and hooded clit, eliciting moan after moan from my open mouth.

Oh, fuck, this isn’t gonna last long. Fuckkk!

I built up speed and friction as my pending orgasm quickly approached. I did what I could to not scream out and alert my husband, but I wasn’t trying to be completely silent either. Throwing my head back, my body began writhing and bucking, legs clamping together, as an intense orgasm ripped through my body.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned out, trying to calm my breathing as I slowly rubbed the hard object up and down my drenched opening.

I quickly slipped the slender dildo into my open pussy, pushing the plastic object as deep as it’d go, before working it in and out to collect juices. Play time wasn’t over just because of the orgasm. I could still feel the desire deep within, albeit not as strong as before the wave of pleasure consumed me. I needed a little more, to be a little braver than usual - I needed to venture a little lower.

At the back of my mind I was still a little bitter about the way he’d been ignoring me since he began playing his video games. It was like I had been cast off to the side and not given much thought while he was deep in his games. The only attention he showed me happened to come when we were in bed together. By then, I had already lost interest in gaining his attention and just wanted to get to sleep. I could tell it frustrated him, but I didn’t really care. I felt dejected vying for his attention, so it only seemed right to make him feel the same way when he seeked mine.

I slowly worked the slippery object into my most forbidden hole, easing it in and out roughly an inch at a time, until it was buried to the hilt in my tight ass. I held the plastic object deep while my hand sought out my sensitive clit, helping take my mind off the subtle discomfort I was slowly getting used to. I didn’t play with my ass much - like I said, I need to be in that mood - but that was when I had some of my most intense orgasms.

“So you have no issues taking a toy in your ass, but when I try to stick my dick in there, you get all bent out of shape? What the fuck is that about?” he’d whine every time I’d bat his attempts down.

“I’ve told you several times, I have to be in the mood for it. Forcing your dick in my ass won’t get me there, trust me,” I’d retort every single time with the same huffing ‘fine’ response from him before he’d slip back inside my pussy and fuck me until he came.

I worked my hard clit faster and faster as I left the toy buried in my asshole. I had a slight ritual when it came to anal play: play with myself until I cum, use my toy on my clit until I cum for the second time, work the toy in my ass before making myself cum and then fucking myself with the toy and playing with my clit until I’m squirting all over the bed. It pissed my husband off because the sheets were wet and needed to be changed, but I didn’t give a flying fuck as I would lie there in a messy heap, trying to calm down after a mind-blowing orgasm that he rarely supplied me with these days.

With a moan, I rubbed my clit faster and faster, settling into the new sensations I hadn’t felt in quite some time. I began slowly working the hard object in and out of my tight ass, feeling the muscle contract and open with each thrust. Slowly the discomfort faded away as the pleasure I was seeking took it’s place, allowing myself to settle in and take the dildo as I had planned.

Oh fuck... So fucking good- ah, yes! Mmm, come back here and see what your wife is doing to herself. The naughty things you wish you could do... Fuck! I’m gonna!

Slowly building speed and depth with the toy, I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster, feeling myself build towards the inevitable. I felt naughty, dirty even, as I frigged myself with the hard plastic in my most forbidden hole with my husband in the other room completely oblivious to what was taking place. I could hear him cursing the game and then telling one of his friends to ‘fuck off’ in frustration, which caused me to giggle to myself at the irony of the situation.

With a whisper, “Oh yes, baby… Fuck my ass with that hard cock of yours, fuck me and make me scream out for you… Oh, FUCK!” I actually screamed out, not being to able to control myself, as I flooded our bed with my final, earth-shattering orgasm. I slipped the toy from my ass before sprawling out on the wet bed. I could hear Mike walking down the hallway.

“Jesus Christ, Danielle!” he said, a hint of anger in his voice as he walked in the room. “You couldn’t have waited thirty minutes for me to finish up before you ruined the sheets?”

“No, I couldn’t wait! I wanted you right then, but you felt like Call of Duty was more important!”

“I was in the middle of a game!” he shot back, eyeing my body up and down.

“And that’s the problem, babe! You were too worried about your game and your friends to even consider I have needs as well. How do you think that makes me feel?”

Standing there staring at me, I could see the obvious bulge in his pants that he had no plans of hiding from me. “I know and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t let video games get in between us and keep me from fucking that tight little pussy of yours…” he trailed off as the bulge grew bigger, making me stir once more.

“Don’t let it happen again. But you better get over here and fuck me before I change my mind,” I said, spreading my legs invitingly for him.

Without a word, he stripped down before mounting me, rubbing that hard cock up and down my soaked hole. With a single thrust, he glided deep within my depths until hitting bottom.

“Fuck me, baby… Make me cum on this beautiful cock…” I moaned out as I locked my ankles around his waist.

“And then I’m gonna fill your cunt full of my cum…” he shot back before railing my pussy, giving me every inch of his hard, throbbing cock.

“FUCK!” I screamed out, immediately flooding his cock as he fucked us both to orgasm.

*

“I’m about to pull up to your house,” said the text from Mecalie as I was still figuring out what the hell I wanted to wear.

“Still trying to figure out what I should wear,” I replied before tossing my phone back on the bed.

“What the fuck do I want to wear?” I sweared out loud as I went through shirt after shirt in the endless pit of clothes in the big walk-in closet. I’ll just wait for Mecalie to get in here to figure this out.

She and I had a girls’ night out planned for awhile, but that still didn’t prepare me for an outfit I’d need for the night. I could’ve dressed a little slutty to see what kind of attention that would draw, but then I thought about my husband and what that would lead to and thought better of it. The main problem I was having is that I had no clue where she wanted to go. Do I dress sexy or modestly? Or do I even attempt to pull both off?

“What’s the issue?” Mecalie asked as she leisurely strolled into the bedroom, finding me just standing there in my bra and panties.

Turning around, my jaw hit the floor as I took in the way Mecalie was dressed for the night. The black dress she had on hugged her slender frame and made the subtle curves of her body pop in all the right places. She had her hair up in this messy bun that brought out the undertones and added a nice contrast to her dress. With very little makeup on, she looked as gorgeous as I could ever remember her being.

“My God, woman…” I said, quickly gathering myself as I noticed a subtle tingle in my panties.

“What?” she asked with a bright smile, making me feel better about how I was admiring the way she looked.

“Good thing Mike isn’t here... But I can’t figure out what to wear. Well, now I don’t know what to wear to compete with you! Holy fuck…” I mumbled off as I walked into my closet to try to clear my head.

“What does Mike have to do with the way I’m looking? He’s your husband!” she asked as she followed me into the closet before sifting through the mess of clothes on the hangers.

“I’m sure his jaw would’ve dropped harder than mine did. You look fucking hot, girl…” I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and she knew it. I’m not sure if it made her uncomfortable or not, but she wasn’t showing it if she was. Her and I had made out one night when we were drinking together, but that also had something to do with my husband who was just my boyfriend at the time. He urged us on saying ‘how hot it’d be to see two hot chicks making out in front of me!’ I was a little tipsy but a little reluctant to go through with it until she caught me off guard by roughly pulling me to her and locking her lips with mine.

“Oh please…” she trailed off, biting her lip as she looked at me.

Did you just check me out?

“I’m serious! You look so damn good! Turn around, I wanna see what your ass looks like in this dress,” I said as she turned around for me. I accidentally moaned out as I took in the site of her plump ass in that tight dress. I had no doubts my pussy was soaked at that point. “Yep, good thing he isn’t here…”

“If anyone is hot by the way they’re currently dressed...it’s you. Standing here in just your panties and bra, you know what that’s doing to me, right?” she asked as she moved closer to me. I inhaled her wonderful scent as I subtly moved against her.

“And what’s that?” I clearly knew the answer, but I wanted to see what she’d do. We were at the house by ourselves, so I had no fear of Mike walking in on us possibly partaking in acts of infidelity.

Pressing herself tighter against me, she reached around my backside with a free hand before cupping my ass and pulling me tight against her. “Does this give you a clue?”

“Fuck…” I moaned out before cupping her face with my left hand and planting my lips firmly against hers.

Returning the kiss, she gripped and squeezed my ass as the other hand went up and immediately unclasped my bra. The material of the catch-all was pinned between us as the kissing grew more passionate and heated. I needed her and couldn’t wait. I reached between us, running my hand over her toned thighs, before reaching up underneath the hem of her skirt to seek out my prize. I made contact with the fabric of her panties and instantly knew what the night was going to consist of.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned out as I made contact with her hardening clit.

I kept circling her covered nub, gaining speed and moisture as I went. Hearing her moans in my ear made me impossibly wet with the familiar burning desire that had to be quenched. Not giving a fuck, I slipped my hand inside her panties and sought her bare pussy, this time slipping a finger in her tight hole.

“Damn, you’re fucking tight…” I made eye contact with her as I curled my finger up to find that rough patch before rubbing against it. “And really wet…”

“Oh, God…” she moaned out as I rubbed faster and harder. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!”

I worked a second finger inside her slippery hole before resuming my assault on her spot, making her cry out as I cupped my hand to apply pressure to her sensitive clit. With a soft moan in her ear, I said, “Mmm, cum for me, baby... Cum all over my hand while I finger fuck this tight cunt of yours…”

“Oh fuck, keep talking to me, I’m so close.”

Inhaling her sexy scent, I continued talking, “cum for me, you sexy slut. I know how much you love to be degraded while getting fucked. You love being someone’s slut, huh?” I added, giving her tight pussy all I had.

“Oh fuck! I’m a slut, baby! All yours!” she moaned out as she went rigid.

“Oh, I know. That’s why you’re gonna cum all over my hand, you fucking slut. You better cum for me!” I demanded, concentrating the palm of my hand against her clit before adding, “Mmm, look at what Mike is missing out on…”

“FUCK!” she screamed out against my shoulder before practically collapsing against me. I slowed my working hand to a stop before slowly removing my fingers from her sticky pussy. “Shove your fingers in my mouth and treat me like the slut I wanna be tonight…” she said, pulling away from me to allow my bra to hit the floor at my feet.

“Fuck going out tonight. Let’s stay in and I’ll make you my slut all you want,” I replied, shoving my sticky fingers into her mouth before giving her a chance to respond. With a moan, she closed her lips around my digits before sucking hard, cleaning herself from the extremities that made her cum so hard.

Releasing my fingers with a pop, “I never really intended on going out tonight…” she admitted, completely catching me off guard.

“Umm, what do you mean?” I asked, taken aback.

“Well, I mean, I did until I got here. But when I saw you like this,” her eyes looking me up and down, “I decided against it. I just didn’t think this would happen so quickly.”

“What else were you hoping to happen?” I asked, biting my lip as I looked into her eyes.

“I’ll show you…” she trailed off as she took my hand and led me to the bed. Placing me at the foot of the bed, she knelt down in front of me before gripping the waistband of my panties and pulling them down to my ankles. I quickly stepped out of the lacy material as she gently pushed me, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto the mattress.

“Damn, don’t kill me just yet…”

“Nah, the only thing that’ll kill you would be the orgasm you’re about to have,” she retorted, making me laugh out loud.

“Talk is cheap, bitch.”

“Yup!”

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned out as her lips made contact with my super sensitive clit. “You have no idea how bad I need this…”

“Oh, I have an idea,” she said, pointing out the obvious mess between my legs. “I mean, come on... You’re fucking soaked…”

“Okay, fair enough. Fuck, don’t stop,” I moaned out, feeling her mouth close around my hard nub.

Sucking in my clit, I felt her tongue run laps around my protruding bud, triggering my natural reaction to reach down and grip her hair with both hands and pulling her face tighter against my pussy. She began humming against my clit, causing me to arch my back and let out a loud moan that had no reason to be stifled. I had no idea when Mike would be home but, at that moment, I wasn’t concerned about it. I was focused on my sexy best friend eating my soaked cunt as I was dangerously close to flooding her face with a much needed release.

“Oh FUCK!” I screamed out, on the verge of letting go, before she quickly pulled away. “What the fuck? I was about to cum!” I cried out, moving my hips up and down to search out her face.

“Not just yet, dear,” she said as she stood up and peeled the straps of her dress from her shoulders before letting it fall to her feet. I just stared as her amazing body came into view. She slowly reached behind her, making eye contact, before unhooking the clasp that held her fun bags in place. My mouth salivated as her ample tits fell out, bouncing before my eyes as I felt a rush of liquid run down my asshole and puddle on the sheet.

“My god…” I whispered, holding my breath as she shimmied her panties down her slender thighs before standing there naked in front on me. “You’re so beautiful…”

Blushing, “And you’re sexy…”

“Come here,” I beckoned with a finger as I pulled myself up the bed, legs splayed wide open for her.

In her most seductive and sexy way, she slowly got on the bed before slinking her way towards me, causing my heart to beat out of my chest with anticipation. I wanted her more than I could’ve ever imagined, more than I could remember wanting my own husband, and I knew my pussy showed that. I could feel my juices flowing out of me as she slowly approached my heaving body. My breasts moved up and down with each breath I took as she came closer and closer to my body that was begging to be touched.

Lying down beside me, Mecalie looked me in the eyes before stroking my face with her hand and said, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to do this with you.”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve wanted to fuck me?” I asked, loving the sensual feel of her hand on the skin of my cheek.

“Not even close to being the first time. I’ve always been afraid of getting rejected and things being weird between us,” she replied, moving closer to me as her hand went to the back of my head.

“Things could never get weird between us,” I whispered as her lips made contact with mine.

As the kissing intensified, our hands did their roaming. Gripping and squeezing breasts, trailing down stomachs and settling in on horny cunts. I dipped two fingers in her tight little box and gave it all I could as our tongues wrestled for supremacy in our mouths. Mecalie went rigid, locking her lips against mine, as I concentrated the attack from my fingers on her sweet spot. I applied as much force as the angle would allow, even making the attempt to hit her clit with the palm of my hand.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she moaned out, simultaneously clenching my fingers with her pussy and my arm with her hand as I felt a flood of fluids stream out around my fingers.

“Damn, girl,” I said, pulling my fingers from her throbbing pussy.

“What?” she asked with a blush.

“That was fast,” I replied with a smile before softly kissing her lips again.

“I’ve never cummed that fast. It usually takes me awhile and I’ve never had an orgasm like that. Holy fuck…” she trailed off with a smile.

“Hopefully you cum like that a few more times before the night is over,” I said as I moved on top of her body. I carefully swung my leg around before placing my pussy over her mouth.

“Mmm!” she moaned out as I felt her lips against my soaked pussy.

“Ohhh!”

I settled in, pussy on her mouth, before leaning down and spreading her lips with my hands. I could still see liquid slowly oozing from her as I closed my lips around her protruding clit, trapping it between my teeth before giving it a few flicks with my tongue. The vibrations of her moans reverberated through my sex and traveled through my body as I made work of her clit with my tongue. I kept an eye on her oozing liquids, watching as it ran over her forbidden hole. An idea struck me as a gush of her wetness came flowing out. Collecting her running juices, I eased a finger in her tight hole, eliciting a sweet moan from her pretty mouth.

“Fuck, yes!”

“You like that, you little slut?” I asked, sinking my finger past the first knuckle.

“I fucking love having my ass played with. Is that weird?” she asked, shoving her tongue in my wet hole.

“Fuck! No it’s not weird, baby. I love to play with my ass from time to time,” I moaned out, pushing my finger deeper and deeper into her tight bud.

“Ooohhh,” she moaned out as I felt her mouth leave my pussy. All of a sudden I felt a finger probing my wet sex before pressure being applied to my forbidden hole.

“Fuck…” I sighed, feeling the knotted ring give way to her intruding digit, my own finger sinking to the hilt in her ass.

“How does that feel, baby?” she asked, pushing more and more of her slender finger past the tight barrier.

With a moan, “Heavenly…”

“Heavenly? It’s just my finger…” she said with a giggle.

“I know, but it feels amazing when it’s wanted, when it’s being applied by the one I want it from,” I replied, relishing in the feel of the rigidity of her knuckles working past the tight barrier of my asshole. I wanted her to play with my ass during sex which was a rarity. Mike tried all the time to get me to let him inside my back door, but he was never graceful about it. The way Mecalie was treating me, I was ready to give in to whatever she wanted to do.

“You can have any part of me that you want. Any part,” she moaned out, working her finger as deep as it’d go.

“Fuck! I’m all yours, baby! Anything you wanna do, I’m down. And I mean anything .”

A smile broke out over her pretty face. “Just remember you said that later on, okay?” she said with a wink.

“Well, I mean it…” I said, not really knowing the implications my words meant.

Mecalie locked on to my clit with her gorgeous mouth before sucking on it for all she’s worth, eliciting a moan as I worked her tight ass, adding a second finger to her forbidden hole. I felt the ring of her hole stretch as my my middle finger joined the index, working themselves deeper and deeper, causing her to moan out against my already sensitive clit.

“Fuck, baby! That’s feels so fucking good!” she moaned out, intensifying her efforts on my super sensitive clit.

“Oh, God! You’re gonna make me cum! Fuck!” I cried out, fingering her tight ass deeper and harder as I felt the impending orgasm quickly approaching.

“Do it! Flood my face!” she moaned out as she intensified her efforts. With a scream, I let go and felt a rush of liquids squirt out as an intense orgasm crashed over me. “Fuck, baby!” she screamed out as her own orgasm hit me in the face before dripping off onto the sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” I cooed, slowing down my efforts before slumping down on top of her, both of us spent.

*

I should’ve known better, or at least been somewhat aware, but I forgot about Mike and the possibility of him coming home while Mecalie and I were wrapped up in acts of infidelity. Somewhere in the process of bringing each other to very pleasant pleasantries, we somehow managed to pass out in the bed with all of the glories we both had to offer on full display for whomever decided to walk through that door.

I can’t say I’m abashed of what we did, but it was a little embarrassing - and a bit scary even though he sorta had this coming - when Mike walked in and saw me cuddling, naked, with Mecalie.

Picking his jaw up off the floor, he stammered out, “What the fuck did I miss?”

Mecalie and I both froze before looking at each other, not sure of what to say, until she spoke first.

“Well, it’s kinda my fault. We were supposed to go out tonight, but we didn’t make it past the closet before we were both all over each other,” she said, subtly stroking my side.

“You couldn’t have waited?” he asked.

“I mean, look at her…” Mecalie trailed off, suddenly the realization of what Mike said hitting me full force.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘couldn’t have waited?’” I asked, looking back and forth between Mike and Mecalie.

“You didn’t tell her?” Mike asked Mecalie, the look of panic coming over her face.

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, feeling pissed that they had something planned behind my back.

“Go on, Mecalie. Tell her what’s going on,” he said, raising his eyebrows as his eyes scanned over our naked bodies.

“Please, please, please don’t hate me, baby,” Mecalie whimpered as she looked me in the eyes.

With a sigh, “Just get on with it, already.”

“Man, I’m not too sure where to start…” she trailed off, looking at me as I saw what appeared to be embarrassment on her face.

“Maybe from the beginning?” I shot back, beginning to feel impatient.

“Okay, fine,” she began as she sat up, not even bothering to cover herself, “I approached your husband about this very situation a couple weeks ago and he was cool with it, but under one circumstance.”

I glanced over to Mike to see his reaction before sitting up as well. He just stared at Mecalie as she spoke.

“And?” I asked, prodding her to continue.

“That he’s able to watch us and then possibly join in if you were okay with it,” she said, exhaling deeply.

“When did this happen?” I asked as calmly as I could. I hope you didn’t -

“Don’t worry, nothing happened between us, but she asked me a few days ago,” Mike said, seemingly knowing what I was thinking.

“How? Where?” I asked, needing to know how this all was even brought up in the first place.

“At the gas station while filling up my car. For some reason, the way he was dressed, kinda turned me on and he hadn’t noticed me yet,” she began as she shifted on the bed, “The thought of being with either of you had been weighing on my mind for awhile now, so I saw that as a fitting way to possibly open that door, yet I was still scared to approach him until he caught me staring at him,” she said with a blush.

With a laugh, “Yeah, she just looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she pumped gas into her car. I called out a friendly ‘hello’ and walked up to her. We chatted for a few minutes until she dropped that bombshell on me,” he said as he continued to look between the two of us.

“So how did it get brought up?” I asked, sitting up as well, the anger substantially subsiding.

“Well, like I said, it had been on my mind for some time and, to be honest, it kinda slipped out.” She blushed, quickly looking at her pretty toes.

“Something along the lines of ‘You look pretty, I wanna fuck your wife,’ or something like that,” Mike said with a laugh, eliciting a nervous giggle out of Mecalie.

“Sounds about right,” she sheepishly agreed.

“Caught me off guard, but how could I tell her no? I haven’t forgotten about the night you two made out,” he said, a bulge growing in his pants.

“Ha, that’s child’s play compared to what’s already happened tonight,” I said with a blush, staring at Mike’s rapidly growing bulge. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to share my cock with Mecalie or not. Had she been a complete stranger I’d be urging him on to fuck her as hard as he could, but she’s my best friend. You don’t fuck a friend without having at least some long lasting effects attached with the carnal pleasure, meaningless or not.

“What’s already happened tonight?” he asked, rubbing his dick through the denim barrier.

“Let’s just say you can taste the two of us with a kiss,” Mecalie answered, biting her lip as she stared at Mike’s hard dick outlined by his pants.

“Only one way to find out.”

He slid in between us before his lips met mine, eliciting a moan as I felt his tongue part my lips, wrestling with my own. I cupped his face, pulling it tighter to mine, as I kissed him deeper and harder. I’m not sure when the hesitation left me, but something about the situation told me not to worry about what was going to take place. I knew he was going to fuck Mecalie and love every dirty minute of it, but I also knew he’s more than aware of the boundaries and that he wouldn’t have any difficulties leaving the emotions at the door.

“My turn,” Mecalie interjected before stealing my husband’s mouth from mine. Their lips collided before she hastily shoved her slender tongue through the gap in his mouth, her hands clutching and gripping his shirt as she moaned in his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, clearly caught off guard by her primal urges taking over. I suddenly realized that she was going to take my husband first and there wasn’t much I was going to be able to do about it. I was okay with that considering I have him for the rest of my life. What could it hurt sharing him with her every now and then?

She quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt before roughly pulling it off him. She wasn’t wasting any time getting things rolling and that actually turned me on a little more than I already was. Watching the way she ripped into his pants and, finally freeing his engorged member, had me soaked and aching deep within. I wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to control himself and not blow his load at the first contact his dick received from Mecalie, but he held out like a champ. Almost as if he had some experience…

Shut up, you’re being ridiculous!

She devoured his cock, taking him deep as I witnessed the relaxing of her throat, allowing his swollen member to slide to the hilt.

“Fuck…” he sighed, his hands gripping her hair as she sucked his cock like there was tomorrow.

“Mmm, how does that feel, baby?” I asked, running my hands over his chest and down his stomach as I watched my best friend feed on his hard dick.

“Fucking amazing. She sucks like a fucking pro,” he responded, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Mecalie closed her lips around the base of his hard shaft and appeared to be swallowing his engorged member with everything she had. I could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes but she looked determined to keep him lodged for as long as she could stand. I was mesmerized, knowing there was no way I could handle taking his entire length, let alone hold him there.

“Wow,” I sighed, watching Mike’s cock appear, completely covered in saliva.

“The perfect size,” she whispered as she stroked his cock, trying to catch her breath.

“Mmm, yes it is,” I agreed, watching her manipulate the hard cock that belonged to me.

“May I?” she asked, moving to straddle his waist.

“Go for it, baby,” I nodded, watching as she lined the head of his cock with her soaked entrance, feeling a rush of liquid run out of me.

“Fuck!” she moaned out as sat on his entire length.

Mike gripped her hips as she began riding his cock, moving her hips back and forth, grinding against his pubic bone. Moans filled the air as she rode him, not holding back as if this was something that she had truly wanted for some time. From experience, the way she was riding Mike, I knew he wouldn’t last too long. He loved when I rode him like that. It was a quick way for both of us to get off if we were needing something quick yet satisfying. I could see the struggle on his face to keep from blowing his load, but he was clearly enjoying himself.

“How does she feel, baby?” I asked, running my hands over the exposed flesh of his abdomen.

“She- oh, fuck!” he began, panting, cringing, thrusting upwards, “Fucking tight!”

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!” Mecalie cried out, riding him faster and harder.

“Fuck! Cum on my dick, slut!” he demanded, focusing on fucking her back.

“Mmm, cum all over my husband’s dick, you dirty whore,” I moaned, reaching out and gripping her breasts.

“OH, oh, ohhh, fuckkk! I’m cummming!” she screamed, holding still, rigid as can be. “Fuck!” she panted.

“Did you cum?” I asked Mike as Mecalie slid off his wet and shiny dick.

“Should I have?” he asked, looking at me.

“Fuck, no,” I returned, swinging my leg over his waist before taking my spot back. His cock slid deep within me with such subtle ease. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out.

Mike brought his hands up to my breasts as I began bouncing up and down on his rigid cock, building speed until we were in a good, hard rhythm. He tweaked each nipple as our bodies collided, making the wet slapping noises that were oddly satisfying. I looked down at my husband to see him looking back up at me. We made eye contact and locked on as I continued riding him, trying to convey how much I loved how he felt inside me, how much I simply loved him. He meant the world to me even though we had our issues, but what married couple doesn’t have them?

“I love you, baby,” I said, taking his hands in mine.

“I love you too, pretty,” he responded, making me blush.

I stared into his eyes as I rode him harder and faster, noticing his hips moving in rhythm with mine, as I felt my peak coming. I lost myself in the reflective surface of his iris. I lost myself in the feeling of his hard dick buried inside my depths. I lost myself in the sheer moment of the night. I lost myself completely as I felt my orgasm rip through me with a blinding rage, Mike’s grip on my hips as I felt him buck up inside me, emptying himself deep within my womb. I’m not sure if I let out a scream or not as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me in torrid amounts, but I could feel myself continuing to ride Mike’s cock as the last of his cum drained inside me.

“Okay, okay, okay, baby,” he moaned out, trying to stop me from riding his sensitive member.

With a laugh, “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, grinding myself against him, knowing how torturous it was for his softening tool.

“If you don’t fucking quit!” he said through clenched teeth, making me giggle as I clamped around his cock. “Fuck!”

Catching me off guard, he flipped us over before pinning my arms above my head. The look in his eyes was like nothing I’d seen before. I’m not sure if he was pissed or feeling like he needed to teach me a lesson. Either way, I felt his cock quickly harden inside me again before I instinctively locked my ankles behind his ass.

Biting my lip, “What do you think you’re about to do?” I asked, curious as to why he was able to be hard that quickly.

With a smirk, he winked at Mecalie before giving me the railing I’ve only ever heard of. I struggled against the grips of his hands before realizing how bad I needed him. He slammed against me with such force and strength, causing the springs of the bed to cry out in protest. I couldn’t help myself. I cried out with each punishing blow my cervix took from the mushroomed head of his hard dick. I knew I’d be sore afterwards, but I was loving every second of it.

Mecalie began running her hands over my breasts as Mike fucked me harder and harder. She paused at each nipple, teasingly giving them a pinch, before kneading and massaging my pale mounds. I felt the beginnings of the tell-tale signs that my orgasm was quickly approaching and with a fucking vengeance. My lower abdomen began tightening, my breathing began to stagger, my moans began to staccato as he continued fucking me with everything he had.

“Cum, baby. Cum all over his hard cock as it thrusts so fucking hard into you,” Mecalie moaned out, continuing to rub and knead my breasts. “I know you’re about to explode, just let it go.”

“FUCKKK!” I screamed, throwing my head into the blankets, arching my back, as I felt the waves of pleasure crashing over my rigid body.

“Mmm!” Mecalie moaned, pinching my nipples as the orgasm continued to rip through me.

Mike slowed down as the last of my orgasm fizzled out.

“Fuck, baby. Where did that come from?” I asked, looking at him through a haze of blurred vision.

“I don’t know, just seemed like you needed to be taught a lesson,” he began as he pulled out of me, leaving my pussy with an empty feeling, “But it’s your turn, Mecalie,” he finished, gesturing for her to lie down.

“Yeah?” she asked, her face lighting up.

“Go for it,” I said, urging her on. I moved to allow her more room to lie on her back. I also wanted to play with her like she did me while my husband wrecked her pussy.

“Fuckkk,” she moaned out as she spread her legs for Mike, staring at his hard, rigid cock as it hung just above her tight mound. Reaching out, she gripped his hard shaft, before rubbing the head up and down her wet slit.

“I think you’re plenty wet.” Mike began, trying not to wince as Mecalie used his dick as her personal toy.

“I’m well aware,” she giggled, jerking his cock, making the head strum her hard clit. “Oh fuckkk,” she moaned out.

“Umm, if you don’t stop, you’re gonna make me…” he trailed off, staring at her pussy as she jerked his cock in a blur, the beginnings of a very quick orgasm coming over her.

“Do it!” she screamed, writhing underneath him as she shudder from her orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, bucking his hips as Mecalie quickly slipped him inside her. He lunged forward, pushing as deep as he could get, grunting, as he inseminated my best friend.

*

Mecalie and I walked into the house, hand in hand, finding Mike playing video games.

“Well?” he asked, avoiding eye contact with either of us, pausing his game.

Mecalie sat down in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, before saying, “I’d much rather it be you than some stranger during a drunken night. Danielle and I already discussed this and, well…” she trailed off, looking back at me.

“Go on,” I softly said, “It’s okay.”

With a deep breath, she looked him in the eyes, “You’re gonna be a daddy.”

“What?” he asked, completely stunned. “She’s talking about you, right?” he asked, looking at me.

“No. She’s pregnant and it’s definitely yours.”

“I thought you said you were on the pill and everything would be okay?” he asked, the panic in his voice rising.

“I thought so too, but I guess that missed day was all your swimmers needed to get the job done. If I knew this was gonna happen, I would’ve had you cum on my face,” Mecalie said, trying to give him a reassuring kiss.

“So now what?” he asked, the look of panic still on his face.

“Like I said, we talked about it and, if it’s alright with you, I could move in and we can raise this child together. You and Danielle would stay married, but I guess I’d become your second wife? Or something like that?” she suggested, looking at me for approval.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” I said with a smile. And I believed that. In a way, I felt like all it could do is bring us closer together. After all, she was my best friend and someone else I could have sex with and not consider it cheating. That was when I realized I was falling in love with Mecalie.

“I mean... If that’s something you’re willing to do, then yeah, sure. I just don’t want any of this to cause any issues between the three of us considering her and I are married. Gah, what a fucked up situation this just became,” he said, shaking his head with Mecalie still in his lap.

“I’m all for it if you’ll accept me into your marriage. We’ll figure out how to explain things to people, but I’m willing to try if you are,” she said, cuddling up with Mike.

“I’m willing if you’re willing,” he said, looking at me as he placed a hand on her stomach before looking down at it. He began rubbing her belly in the spot the bump would soon be forming. “Wow, I’m gonna be a dad.”

“Let’s make this work then,” I replied. “Now, let’s move this to the couch or to the bed. I don’t want you hogging my husband all to yourself,” I said with a laugh.

“Correction,” Mecalie began as she stood up, “He’s our husband now,” she finished, a big smile beaming across her face.

“Okay, fair enough, our husband,” I repeated, sitting down on the couch as the other two joined me.

“Do you think we should tell her what happened on the day of the wedding?” Mecalie asked Mike.

“At this point, I don’t think it could hurt,” he replied, blushing once again as he sat down next to me.

“What the fuck happened on the day of the wedding?” I asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“You tell her!” they said in unison.