In Which My Husband Gives Me A Fuck Buddy! free porn video
This story is completely fabricated, but hope you enjoy.
My husband and I had been married for 15 years. Life was humdrum, with 2 k**s, 2 full time jobs and a non existent sex life! Ever seen that hashtag on Twitter, #describeyoursexlifewithamovietitle? Well mine was Toy Story! The only way I got any sexual relief was toying my pussy with my ever growing collection of dildos and vibrators. It was good but I longed for the feel of a real man again. I loved my husband dearly but every time we did it, it was vanilla, in the missionary position, with it over once he had spunked his load. I was sexually frustrated beyond belief. I wanted, needed, no fuck it, I deserved a good fucking!! I’d been faithful for nearly 20 years. I wanted to be treated like a dirty whore. I wanted to be fucked in a million positions. I wanted a man who would suck my pussy till I came on his face (my husband hated the thought of licking pussy) who would spank my ass, tie me up, use every hole as a goal! I longed for my husband to be that man, but he hated the thought of even anal so I knew that in order to relieve my frustrations, I had to take matters into my own hands.
One rare evening we got to go out on our own, we had a few drinks and the conversation began to get a bit sexual. I suggested we leave the pub to relieve ourselves. As we drunkenly stumbled into the house and up the stairs to bed, I grabbed for my husbands cock. I pushed him back onto the bed and unzipped his fly. I took his cock in my mouth and hungrily sucked him for all he was worth. I licked his shaft and caressed his balls, gently tugging as I did so. I touched his tip ever so gently with my tongue before deep throating his cock until I gagged. My face was a heavenly mixture of saliva and pre cum. My pussy was wetter than it had been for ages, my nipples were straining against my bra, just gagging to be taken out and sucked on. As I continued to work on his cock, I suddenly felt it twitch. Knowing he was enjoying my actions, I hungrily carried on, only for him to blow his load into my mouth with such force that I spluttered and spat is cock from my mouth. He sat up and held my head, continuing to spunk globs of hot sticky cum all over my face. I eagerly opened my mouth, to let the last drops drip in. I licked my lips, and using my fingers, pushed his hot cum into my mouth. I held my mouth open for him to see, before swallowing and smiling broadly. I was eager to see where this was going to lead. My pussy was throbbing. I needed cock. I needed to cum. My body ached and burned. Desire was pulsating through me. The anticipation was immense. Was he going to fuck me like the whore I so wanted to be? He stroked my cum covered hair and cupped my chin, “that was amazing” he said. Then, I looked at his cock. It had gone soft!!! Some post-cum and saliva dripped from it. “Better get you a towel” he said before leaving the room. I sat kneeling on the floor, face covered in cum, trying not to cry. He was done. I had relieved him, but it didn’t matter about my needs. He. Was. Done.
He came back back in with a towel and passed it to me. “Thanks” I said grabbing it off him and cleaning up my face. “You always were good at sucking cock babe, that was incredible” he said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it” I sarcastically replied. “How about you return the favour and suck me off until I cum?” I asked. “Oh honey, you know I don’t like doing that. Anyway I’m tired now. I need to shower and clean up before bed” That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, my desire had turned to rage. Eye to eye with him, I said “if you can’t satisfy me in bed, I will find a man who will! I will find a man who will fuck my brains out. I will find a man who will treat me like a dirty slut and be grateful that I sucked his cock until he blew his load. A man who can carry on satisfying his woman even after he’s cum! And maybe cum again! A real man. Not a useless one that won’t even suck his wifes pussy! And you know what, I’ll fuck him in front of you! I will make you watch. I will make you watch as another man treats me like a dirty whore! And I will love it. Heck you might even enjoy it! You might learn something.” With that I walked out of the bedroom to sleep on the sofa. We didn’t speak again until the morning.
The next morning we silently and tensely ate breakfast at the table. He kept glaring at me over the top of his newspaper before he finally put it down and said”about last night” “What about it?” I replied. “Did you mean what you said? About finding another man? About letting me watch?” I could feel my pussy start to stir. Could I believe my ears? Was he really asking me these things? “Possibly.” I said. “I love you honey but my god I am frustrated. I know you work so hard for all of us. I know that something has to give and you’re tired all the time but I have needs. Lustful needs. I want them to be fulfilled. And every two months, if that, in the missionary position is not cutting it. I’m sorry. I just thought if I had a fuck buddy that could take care of me when I needed it, I wouldn’t be so wound up all the time. I would be more relaxed, happier even. It wouldn’t mean I love you any less. It would just be someone servicing my lust. Sex without emotion. Fucking really.” I watched him intensely as he processed what I was saying to him. Effectively I was asking his permission to cheat on him. With his approval.
He he sat back in his chair, bringing his hands to his lips. My pussy was throbbing as I waited for his answer. I could feel the juices starting to swell. I don’t think I was even breathing. I waited for his answer for what felt like an eternity before he replied. “It’s obvious you need more than I can physically give you. I’ve never wanted to share you, you are too precious to me. But I can see you’re unhappy. If I agree to this, and it’s a big if, then it’s on my terms. I will pick your partners. And not at home. We will go to a hotel somewhere. I will watch. There will be no kissing, apart from me & you. I may join in if you want? And only one other guy. No gangbangs or whatever. I will need to think about it properly and let you know my final decision. I will let you know by the end of the week, but right now I have to work. I’ll see you later.” And with that he left for work. I never spoke. I couldn’t believe he was considering it. I was so horny. I ran upstairs to my stash of dildos, grabbed my favourite 10 inch black real life cock and lowered myself on to it. My pussy was so wet that it slid right in. I raised my ass a couple of times, ramming the plastic dildo into my throbbing pussy with such force that I screamed with every thrust. Within seconds I was cumming and squirting. My body shook and pulsated as a huge orgasm ripped through it. My whole body was covered in sweat, as I flopped down onto the bed. My pussy walls squeezed and throbbed at the dildo, as my orgasm ebbed away. I lay there, panting, excited at the possibility that I was soon to have all my sexual desires filled.
Weeks passed, and nothing was mentioned about our breakfast table conversation. Life carried on as normal. Then one afternoon my phone rang while I was at work. It was my husband. “Hi, we are going to be going to the coast this weekend so when you’re home, pack a bag and we will drop the k**s off on the way. Surprise!” And with that he was gone. A nice weekend away was probably called for. Even if my fantasy wasn’t going to be fulfilled, some quality time with the husband would be nice. But I couldn’t help wondering, what if?
We arrived at the hotel at 8pm. Nothing flashy but clean enough. There was a pub opposite so we popped out for something to eat and a few drinks. Around 10pm and finishing my first bottle of wine, I could feel the familiar throbbing begin inside. I put my hand on my husband leg and rubbed it. He could tell by the twinkle in my eye that I was getting horny. He patted me hand, lent forward and whispered “patience” in my ear. Well, I could have cum there and then! What did it mean? Was he going to take me back to the hotel? On our own? With someone? Oh what did it mean? My pussy longed to find out.
My husband got up to go to the loo, he leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss as he left. I smiled, as he walked out of eyesight and I started flicking through my phone. “Hi” a voice said. Startled I dropped my phone. Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous black man I had ever seen. His skin was smooth, and as dark as a chocolate. He was smartly dressed in jeans and a shirt. I could see a rather large bulge in his jeans. I was transfixed. “Do you mind if I join you?” he said. Rather flustered I replied “oh um. Well, my husband will be back in a minute. He’s just gone to the loo. He won’t be long.” “Ah now then, I hate to see a pretty lady sat on her own. Too many weirdos about these days” “And how do I know you’re not one of those weirdos?” I asked. “That’s the risk you’re gonna have to take I’m afraid” said the handsome stranger pulling out a chair and sitting down. I had to laugh at his audacity, but I don’t know if it was the wine talking but I thought to hell with it. Live a little.
My my husband returned to the table, surprised at our guest. “Oh hi honey, this is?! I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “I’m Mike” he said, putting his hand out for my husband to shake. “I saw this beautiful lady sat on her own and came over for a chat. You’re a very lucky man my friend.” “Thanks” my husband replied. “Now” said Mike “whose for more drinks?” “Nah we’re alri...” I said “well if you’re buying” my husband interrupted. “I’ll have a pint and the wife will have a large glass of Rose. Cheers”. As Mike got up to go to the bar, i shot my husband a dirty look. “What are you doing? We don’t even know him.” “Never turn down a free drink my love” he said. “Besides maybe this could be the best start to our weekend away.”
As closing time approached, my husband and Mike were getting on as if they’d known each other for years. The bell for last orders rang around the pub as we stepped out into the cool air of the night. “Fancy coming up to our room for a night cap Mike? I brought some beers with us and there’s some wine for the wife!” It’s too early to end the night now!” My husband said. “Why not?” Replied Mike. So all three of us headed up to our hotel room.
In the the room I got the boys a couple of beers and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat on the edge of the bed as my husband put some music on. Mike was leaning against the window. He pretended that he was looking at the view but I could tell he was looking at my reflection. I could see him staring as I sipped my wine, so I decided to tease him a bit and I seductively licked my lips and bit my bottom one. My husband at this point had noticed what I was doing. He came over and put his arm around me a kissed me. His kisses carried on to my neck and down my chest as he cupped my F-sized breasts. Mikes gaze never moved. I put my glass of wine on the bedside table, and went back to my husbands caress. I took my top off, and my husband undid my bra. He put his face to my chest and licked them, heading towards my fully erect nipples. He put it in his mouth and began sucking and nibbling. I threw my head back with a moan. My husband then came back up, sweet little kisses all over my body before passionately kissing me and tugging at my left nipple. As we kissed, I felt another hand on my right breast. I opened one eye to see, Mike cupping and playing with my breast. I closed my eyes and kissed my husband harder.
I could feel my husbands cock was rock hard. He was obviously more turned on than ever. He moaned as he kissed me. I then felt Mike take my nipple in his mouth. He expertly worked the hard flesh with his tongue and sucked on it hard. With every suck I could feel it getting harder. I moaned with every flick of his tongue. My pussy was dripping as my husbands hand went to undo my jeans. He pulled them off, along with my sopping wet panties and put a hand to my throbbing pussy. He could feel the heat as I lifted my willing hole to his fingers. He easily slid two fingers into my love hole and flicked my swollen clit with his thumb. He came up to my ear. “You dirty slut, you’re so fucking wet”. I squeezed his fingers with my pussy. As he thrust them in and out, Mike was now stroking my body with his hands watching my husband finger fuck me. I could feel Mike’s hands rubbing closer to my pussy. My husband removed his thumb from my clit, as Mike slid his fingers down a cupped my swollen button. He slowly rubbed and flicked as my husband continued to push his fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. I thrust my hips up to their hands, my desire bubbling inside.
My husband then stood up to remove his trousers and pants and as soon as he was gone Mike swiftly had his head at my pussy. He slowly spread my legs and I could feel his breath as he inhaled the musk of my sex. I lay there in anticipation. My pussy throbbed, and I squirmed a bit as he exhaled by my clit. Then I felt it. A small flick of the tongue over my clit. And then another. Small flicks turned into little sucks. So much pleasure. He then lifted the hood of my pussy to get a better go at my clit. He sucked so hard, it was ecstatic. Then his tongue, figure of eighted my clit, before going down. With a deep breath, he plunged his tongue deep in my waiting pussy. I thrust my hips up to his eager mouth. I grabbed at the bedsheets as he held my hips up and probed me with his glorious tongue. He went up down in and out, not once coming up for air. My body couldn’t take it any longer. I could feel my orgasm building. I knew I was going to cum all over this guys face, and I knew from the way he expertly was servicing me, he was going to love it. My eyes rolled back in my head, gasping for breath, I yelled as my orgasm ripped through my body. Not once did Mike move his head. Instead he buried himself deeper in, hitting spots I never knew existed. As I lay back on the bed, Mike lay my hips down and finally came up for air. He continued to slide his fingers over my pulsating mound, now soaked with my juices and his saliva. I looked at my husband, he was stood at the side of the bed, stroking his rock hard cock. He obviously had enjoyed what he had witnessed.
I sat up and smiled at Mike. I placed my hands on his thighs, and rubbed up to his flies. I was eager to see what was inside his jeans. Slowly I undid his jeans, and tugged them down. And there it was. The biggest cock I had ever seen!! Easily 10 inches long and at least 3 inches in girth. With a gorgeous deep black circumcised head, and two huge testicles that hung like a bull! “Wow” I breathlessly exclaimed as I looked over at my husband who was just as transfixed by Mikes cock and was feebly stroking his 7 incher. I wondered if I would get it in my mouth, so as I cupped his huge balls, I slowly parted my lips and started to attempt to give Mike a blow job. The head of his cock was so big. I barely got it in. I tried to deep throat it but I just got half way. Mike moaned in appreciation of me trying, so I continued to work my hands up and down his epic shaft, as my tongue toyed at the head. I sucked harder than I ever had before. I needed to come up for air quite a few times as his monster cock kept hitting the back of my throat. I got off the bed and knelt in front of Mike. I kept my hands working up and down his shaft as i attempted to suck one of his bull sized testicles. Mike moaned, as a huge blob of pre cum came over my hands. I moved my mouth to the head, and cleaned him off with my tongue. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. It was screaming out to be stretched by this monster.
I returned to the bed, Mike pulled me towards him. My ass was pressed against his stomach, his huge member was between my ass cheeks. He thrust his hips up, sliding his cock between my slit and ass. My pussy twitched with anticipation. I pushed myself back onto him. I needed to feel that cock inside me. I felt Mike’s hands caress my butt. He spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. He put his face to my pussy and spat on it. He then rubbed it in with his tongue, making sure I was wet enough. Then I could feel it. Slowly he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my pussy. He held it for a second at the waiting hole, before pushing it slowly in. It was so tight. I yelped a little, so Mike spread my pussy lips further apart and slowly but surely pushed his cock into my pussy. I screamed in desire as this huge cock spread me more than I had ever been stretched before. He began to slowly thrust in and out, and as I relaxed with every stroke Mike was able to get nearly all his erect member in my gaping hole. As he, pumped me my husband knelt in front of me, and eagerly shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him so hard, as Mike fucked me from behind. The spit roast was heavenly and everything I ever dreamed of.
Mike then pulled out, and flipped me over. He pulled me to the end of the bed, and spread my legs. He proceeded to rub his member up and down my clit, then he pushed it in, and fucked me slowly but expertly. I raised my hips to his every thrust as my husband sat over my face. I sucked his cock and balls as he grabbed at my bouncing breasts. Then Mike began to grunt harder. “Cream pie her mate” I could hear my husband say. Mike didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me deeper than he had before. I yelped a bit with the pain but this just spurred Mike in more, as he thrust and pumped away at my hole. Then with an almighty roar, he thrust his hips forward and held me down onto him as he pumped wave after wave of glorious hot sticky cum into my stretched pussy. He stayed there pumping over and over for what felt like forever before placing my hips down onto the bed. He then slowly withdrew, and I could feel the spunk trickle out down my thighs. Mike stood at the side of the bed, his cock still rigid and covered in our combined juices. My husband was now by my throbbing, leaking pussy. His cock tracing the parts that Mikes had just been. He then began to push his cock into me. I could barely feel it, but I could feel feel Mike’s sperm being pushed out, as my husband began to pump himself furiously into me. His thrusts ever trying to get deeper where Mike has been. With one final thrust, he orgasmed and pumped his load into my pussy. His cum mixing with Mikes and my own juices. He flopped onto me, and kissed me.
“Hope you enjoyed that” he whispered to me. “Oh yes” I replied. “Good, because Mike’s here for the whole weekend. And I want to see him fuck your ass. My rules remember”
And with that he kissed me again.
My husband and I had been married for 15 years. Life was humdrum, with 2 k**s, 2 full time jobs and a non existent sex life! Ever seen that hashtag on Twitter, #describeyoursexlifewithamovietitle? Well mine was Toy Story! The only way I got any sexual relief was toying my pussy with my ever growing collection of dildos and vibrators. It was good but I longed for the feel of a real man again. I loved my husband dearly but every time we did it, it was vanilla, in the missionary position, with it over once he had spunked his load. I was sexually frustrated beyond belief. I wanted, needed, no fuck it, I deserved a good fucking!! I’d been faithful for nearly 20 years. I wanted to be treated like a dirty whore. I wanted to be fucked in a million positions. I wanted a man who would suck my pussy till I came on his face (my husband hated the thought of licking pussy) who would spank my ass, tie me up, use every hole as a goal! I longed for my husband to be that man, but he hated the thought of even anal so I knew that in order to relieve my frustrations, I had to take matters into my own hands.
One rare evening we got to go out on our own, we had a few drinks and the conversation began to get a bit sexual. I suggested we leave the pub to relieve ourselves. As we drunkenly stumbled into the house and up the stairs to bed, I grabbed for my husbands cock. I pushed him back onto the bed and unzipped his fly. I took his cock in my mouth and hungrily sucked him for all he was worth. I licked his shaft and caressed his balls, gently tugging as I did so. I touched his tip ever so gently with my tongue before deep throating his cock until I gagged. My face was a heavenly mixture of saliva and pre cum. My pussy was wetter than it had been for ages, my nipples were straining against my bra, just gagging to be taken out and sucked on. As I continued to work on his cock, I suddenly felt it twitch. Knowing he was enjoying my actions, I hungrily carried on, only for him to blow his load into my mouth with such force that I spluttered and spat is cock from my mouth. He sat up and held my head, continuing to spunk globs of hot sticky cum all over my face. I eagerly opened my mouth, to let the last drops drip in. I licked my lips, and using my fingers, pushed his hot cum into my mouth. I held my mouth open for him to see, before swallowing and smiling broadly. I was eager to see where this was going to lead. My pussy was throbbing. I needed cock. I needed to cum. My body ached and burned. Desire was pulsating through me. The anticipation was immense. Was he going to fuck me like the whore I so wanted to be? He stroked my cum covered hair and cupped my chin, “that was amazing” he said. Then, I looked at his cock. It had gone soft!!! Some post-cum and saliva dripped from it. “Better get you a towel” he said before leaving the room. I sat kneeling on the floor, face covered in cum, trying not to cry. He was done. I had relieved him, but it didn’t matter about my needs. He. Was. Done.
He came back back in with a towel and passed it to me. “Thanks” I said grabbing it off him and cleaning up my face. “You always were good at sucking cock babe, that was incredible” he said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it” I sarcastically replied. “How about you return the favour and suck me off until I cum?” I asked. “Oh honey, you know I don’t like doing that. Anyway I’m tired now. I need to shower and clean up before bed” That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, my desire had turned to rage. Eye to eye with him, I said “if you can’t satisfy me in bed, I will find a man who will! I will find a man who will fuck my brains out. I will find a man who will treat me like a dirty slut and be grateful that I sucked his cock until he blew his load. A man who can carry on satisfying his woman even after he’s cum! And maybe cum again! A real man. Not a useless one that won’t even suck his wifes pussy! And you know what, I’ll fuck him in front of you! I will make you watch. I will make you watch as another man treats me like a dirty whore! And I will love it. Heck you might even enjoy it! You might learn something.” With that I walked out of the bedroom to sleep on the sofa. We didn’t speak again until the morning.
The next morning we silently and tensely ate breakfast at the table. He kept glaring at me over the top of his newspaper before he finally put it down and said”about last night” “What about it?” I replied. “Did you mean what you said? About finding another man? About letting me watch?” I could feel my pussy start to stir. Could I believe my ears? Was he really asking me these things? “Possibly.” I said. “I love you honey but my god I am frustrated. I know you work so hard for all of us. I know that something has to give and you’re tired all the time but I have needs. Lustful needs. I want them to be fulfilled. And every two months, if that, in the missionary position is not cutting it. I’m sorry. I just thought if I had a fuck buddy that could take care of me when I needed it, I wouldn’t be so wound up all the time. I would be more relaxed, happier even. It wouldn’t mean I love you any less. It would just be someone servicing my lust. Sex without emotion. Fucking really.” I watched him intensely as he processed what I was saying to him. Effectively I was asking his permission to cheat on him. With his approval.
He he sat back in his chair, bringing his hands to his lips. My pussy was throbbing as I waited for his answer. I could feel the juices starting to swell. I don’t think I was even breathing. I waited for his answer for what felt like an eternity before he replied. “It’s obvious you need more than I can physically give you. I’ve never wanted to share you, you are too precious to me. But I can see you’re unhappy. If I agree to this, and it’s a big if, then it’s on my terms. I will pick your partners. And not at home. We will go to a hotel somewhere. I will watch. There will be no kissing, apart from me & you. I may join in if you want? And only one other guy. No gangbangs or whatever. I will need to think about it properly and let you know my final decision. I will let you know by the end of the week, but right now I have to work. I’ll see you later.” And with that he left for work. I never spoke. I couldn’t believe he was considering it. I was so horny. I ran upstairs to my stash of dildos, grabbed my favourite 10 inch black real life cock and lowered myself on to it. My pussy was so wet that it slid right in. I raised my ass a couple of times, ramming the plastic dildo into my throbbing pussy with such force that I screamed with every thrust. Within seconds I was cumming and squirting. My body shook and pulsated as a huge orgasm ripped through it. My whole body was covered in sweat, as I flopped down onto the bed. My pussy walls squeezed and throbbed at the dildo, as my orgasm ebbed away. I lay there, panting, excited at the possibility that I was soon to have all my sexual desires filled.
Weeks passed, and nothing was mentioned about our breakfast table conversation. Life carried on as normal. Then one afternoon my phone rang while I was at work. It was my husband. “Hi, we are going to be going to the coast this weekend so when you’re home, pack a bag and we will drop the k**s off on the way. Surprise!” And with that he was gone. A nice weekend away was probably called for. Even if my fantasy wasn’t going to be fulfilled, some quality time with the husband would be nice. But I couldn’t help wondering, what if?
We arrived at the hotel at 8pm. Nothing flashy but clean enough. There was a pub opposite so we popped out for something to eat and a few drinks. Around 10pm and finishing my first bottle of wine, I could feel the familiar throbbing begin inside. I put my hand on my husband leg and rubbed it. He could tell by the twinkle in my eye that I was getting horny. He patted me hand, lent forward and whispered “patience” in my ear. Well, I could have cum there and then! What did it mean? Was he going to take me back to the hotel? On our own? With someone? Oh what did it mean? My pussy longed to find out.
My husband got up to go to the loo, he leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss as he left. I smiled, as he walked out of eyesight and I started flicking through my phone. “Hi” a voice said. Startled I dropped my phone. Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous black man I had ever seen. His skin was smooth, and as dark as a chocolate. He was smartly dressed in jeans and a shirt. I could see a rather large bulge in his jeans. I was transfixed. “Do you mind if I join you?” he said. Rather flustered I replied “oh um. Well, my husband will be back in a minute. He’s just gone to the loo. He won’t be long.” “Ah now then, I hate to see a pretty lady sat on her own. Too many weirdos about these days” “And how do I know you’re not one of those weirdos?” I asked. “That’s the risk you’re gonna have to take I’m afraid” said the handsome stranger pulling out a chair and sitting down. I had to laugh at his audacity, but I don’t know if it was the wine talking but I thought to hell with it. Live a little.
My my husband returned to the table, surprised at our guest. “Oh hi honey, this is?! I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “I’m Mike” he said, putting his hand out for my husband to shake. “I saw this beautiful lady sat on her own and came over for a chat. You’re a very lucky man my friend.” “Thanks” my husband replied. “Now” said Mike “whose for more drinks?” “Nah we’re alri...” I said “well if you’re buying” my husband interrupted. “I’ll have a pint and the wife will have a large glass of Rose. Cheers”. As Mike got up to go to the bar, i shot my husband a dirty look. “What are you doing? We don’t even know him.” “Never turn down a free drink my love” he said. “Besides maybe this could be the best start to our weekend away.”
As closing time approached, my husband and Mike were getting on as if they’d known each other for years. The bell for last orders rang around the pub as we stepped out into the cool air of the night. “Fancy coming up to our room for a night cap Mike? I brought some beers with us and there’s some wine for the wife!” It’s too early to end the night now!” My husband said. “Why not?” Replied Mike. So all three of us headed up to our hotel room.
In the the room I got the boys a couple of beers and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat on the edge of the bed as my husband put some music on. Mike was leaning against the window. He pretended that he was looking at the view but I could tell he was looking at my reflection. I could see him staring as I sipped my wine, so I decided to tease him a bit and I seductively licked my lips and bit my bottom one. My husband at this point had noticed what I was doing. He came over and put his arm around me a kissed me. His kisses carried on to my neck and down my chest as he cupped my F-sized breasts. Mikes gaze never moved. I put my glass of wine on the bedside table, and went back to my husbands caress. I took my top off, and my husband undid my bra. He put his face to my chest and licked them, heading towards my fully erect nipples. He put it in his mouth and began sucking and nibbling. I threw my head back with a moan. My husband then came back up, sweet little kisses all over my body before passionately kissing me and tugging at my left nipple. As we kissed, I felt another hand on my right breast. I opened one eye to see, Mike cupping and playing with my breast. I closed my eyes and kissed my husband harder.
I could feel my husbands cock was rock hard. He was obviously more turned on than ever. He moaned as he kissed me. I then felt Mike take my nipple in his mouth. He expertly worked the hard flesh with his tongue and sucked on it hard. With every suck I could feel it getting harder. I moaned with every flick of his tongue. My pussy was dripping as my husbands hand went to undo my jeans. He pulled them off, along with my sopping wet panties and put a hand to my throbbing pussy. He could feel the heat as I lifted my willing hole to his fingers. He easily slid two fingers into my love hole and flicked my swollen clit with his thumb. He came up to my ear. “You dirty slut, you’re so fucking wet”. I squeezed his fingers with my pussy. As he thrust them in and out, Mike was now stroking my body with his hands watching my husband finger fuck me. I could feel Mike’s hands rubbing closer to my pussy. My husband removed his thumb from my clit, as Mike slid his fingers down a cupped my swollen button. He slowly rubbed and flicked as my husband continued to push his fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. I thrust my hips up to their hands, my desire bubbling inside.
My husband then stood up to remove his trousers and pants and as soon as he was gone Mike swiftly had his head at my pussy. He slowly spread my legs and I could feel his breath as he inhaled the musk of my sex. I lay there in anticipation. My pussy throbbed, and I squirmed a bit as he exhaled by my clit. Then I felt it. A small flick of the tongue over my clit. And then another. Small flicks turned into little sucks. So much pleasure. He then lifted the hood of my pussy to get a better go at my clit. He sucked so hard, it was ecstatic. Then his tongue, figure of eighted my clit, before going down. With a deep breath, he plunged his tongue deep in my waiting pussy. I thrust my hips up to his eager mouth. I grabbed at the bedsheets as he held my hips up and probed me with his glorious tongue. He went up down in and out, not once coming up for air. My body couldn’t take it any longer. I could feel my orgasm building. I knew I was going to cum all over this guys face, and I knew from the way he expertly was servicing me, he was going to love it. My eyes rolled back in my head, gasping for breath, I yelled as my orgasm ripped through my body. Not once did Mike move his head. Instead he buried himself deeper in, hitting spots I never knew existed. As I lay back on the bed, Mike lay my hips down and finally came up for air. He continued to slide his fingers over my pulsating mound, now soaked with my juices and his saliva. I looked at my husband, he was stood at the side of the bed, stroking his rock hard cock. He obviously had enjoyed what he had witnessed.
I sat up and smiled at Mike. I placed my hands on his thighs, and rubbed up to his flies. I was eager to see what was inside his jeans. Slowly I undid his jeans, and tugged them down. And there it was. The biggest cock I had ever seen!! Easily 10 inches long and at least 3 inches in girth. With a gorgeous deep black circumcised head, and two huge testicles that hung like a bull! “Wow” I breathlessly exclaimed as I looked over at my husband who was just as transfixed by Mikes cock and was feebly stroking his 7 incher. I wondered if I would get it in my mouth, so as I cupped his huge balls, I slowly parted my lips and started to attempt to give Mike a blow job. The head of his cock was so big. I barely got it in. I tried to deep throat it but I just got half way. Mike moaned in appreciation of me trying, so I continued to work my hands up and down his epic shaft, as my tongue toyed at the head. I sucked harder than I ever had before. I needed to come up for air quite a few times as his monster cock kept hitting the back of my throat. I got off the bed and knelt in front of Mike. I kept my hands working up and down his shaft as i attempted to suck one of his bull sized testicles. Mike moaned, as a huge blob of pre cum came over my hands. I moved my mouth to the head, and cleaned him off with my tongue. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. It was screaming out to be stretched by this monster.
I returned to the bed, Mike pulled me towards him. My ass was pressed against his stomach, his huge member was between my ass cheeks. He thrust his hips up, sliding his cock between my slit and ass. My pussy twitched with anticipation. I pushed myself back onto him. I needed to feel that cock inside me. I felt Mike’s hands caress my butt. He spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. He put his face to my pussy and spat on it. He then rubbed it in with his tongue, making sure I was wet enough. Then I could feel it. Slowly he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my pussy. He held it for a second at the waiting hole, before pushing it slowly in. It was so tight. I yelped a little, so Mike spread my pussy lips further apart and slowly but surely pushed his cock into my pussy. I screamed in desire as this huge cock spread me more than I had ever been stretched before. He began to slowly thrust in and out, and as I relaxed with every stroke Mike was able to get nearly all his erect member in my gaping hole. As he, pumped me my husband knelt in front of me, and eagerly shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him so hard, as Mike fucked me from behind. The spit roast was heavenly and everything I ever dreamed of.
Mike then pulled out, and flipped me over. He pulled me to the end of the bed, and spread my legs. He proceeded to rub his member up and down my clit, then he pushed it in, and fucked me slowly but expertly. I raised my hips to his every thrust as my husband sat over my face. I sucked his cock and balls as he grabbed at my bouncing breasts. Then Mike began to grunt harder. “Cream pie her mate” I could hear my husband say. Mike didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me deeper than he had before. I yelped a bit with the pain but this just spurred Mike in more, as he thrust and pumped away at my hole. Then with an almighty roar, he thrust his hips forward and held me down onto him as he pumped wave after wave of glorious hot sticky cum into my stretched pussy. He stayed there pumping over and over for what felt like forever before placing my hips down onto the bed. He then slowly withdrew, and I could feel the spunk trickle out down my thighs. Mike stood at the side of the bed, his cock still rigid and covered in our combined juices. My husband was now by my throbbing, leaking pussy. His cock tracing the parts that Mikes had just been. He then began to push his cock into me. I could barely feel it, but I could feel feel Mike’s sperm being pushed out, as my husband began to pump himself furiously into me. His thrusts ever trying to get deeper where Mike has been. With one final thrust, he orgasmed and pumped his load into my pussy. His cum mixing with Mikes and my own juices. He flopped onto me, and kissed me.
“Hope you enjoyed that” he whispered to me. “Oh yes” I replied. “Good, because Mike’s here for the whole weekend. And I want to see him fuck your ass. My rules remember”
And with that he kissed me again.
Ofelia
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