A Friend in Need

It was a glorious day. It was the end of summer. Baseball was winding down and tomorrow was opening day for football. The temperature was just over eighty with a light breeze playing through the leaves of the trees, covering the conversations of the twenty, or so, people we had gathered in our backyard and around the pool. I was manning the grill and smoker, serving up ribs and chicken to people as they ran low, chatting them up for a bit, and watching as they melted back into the crowd. They would drift from group to group, plates of food in one hand, beer or wine in the other. Or they would set down their plates for a dip or play badminton for a while before returning to the food. I know; it sounds a bit dull, but my ribs and chicken are legendary and I have decent taste in music, which played from hidden speakers, driven by a streaming service. The group was made up of friends and neighbors and the invitation stated that we would provide the meat. Everyone else should bring one side dish and whatever they wanted to drink. That generally meant a variety of salads that we set up on a buffet table to one side, under the shade of the house eaves, and an equal variety of alcohol, a good portion of which got left behind. Think about it; how much do you usually drink at one of these things and then walk out with two or three beers in your six pack? Or a partial bottle of wine? After sitting out for a couple of hours, the salads would hit the yard waste bin; but the alcohol? Win win for me.

I split my attention between my guests and the grills, being the ever attentive host, but I was really paying close attention to one couple in particular. They were over at the buffet loading their plates with sides to go along with their proteins, talking easily, him saying something that made her laugh. She would press up against him a little, reaching for something in front of him. He would reach for something to her left and she would jump back a little, laughing and playfully elbowing him. He had grazed her tit, I knew. He stood an even six feet tall with dirty blond hair. By no means an Adonis, even I had to admit, as a straight guy, that he was a pretty good looking, average guy. She stood five-seven, in flats, with brown hair, cut shoulder length. While never a hard body, her figure had softened over the years in a sultry kind of way. Her tits were an ample 36, large C cup/small D and mounted high on her chest. Finding bras was sort of an adventure for her. A C cup was too tight and gave her the equivalent of panty lines on her chest and she always felt like she was falling out of a D cup. Because of this, she would frequently just not bother, or, in a situation that might include a dip in the pool in a group, such as this afternoon, a bikini top under her white tank. A short body led to a flair of hips, currently encased in beige short shorts that nicely accommodated a round ass on top of her shapely legs.

His name was Colton, a friend from work that I've known for fifteen years. We both started with the company on the same day and, both of us being newbies, became friends. We'd go to games together, get a drink after work; that sort of thing. Her name was Catherine. The reason I know so much about her is because she is my wife.

She was working for a client of my company as a secretary around twelve years ago. Cliche, I know, but cliches are cliches for a reason; what can I say? I asked her out, she said yes. We found out that we liked the same music -- though she has a fondness for old-timey country. I could never get past that stupid steel guitar. The same movies -- except for RomComs. I mean, I can take one every now and then like the next guy, but a full month of the Hallmark Channel at Christmas? Please! And the same food -- but I really don't see the appeal of Pho. Where we really excelled, though, was in the sack. I was horny, of course, and Catherine was, well, I guess enthusiastic would be the best way to describe her. She was, and is, what every guy is looking for in a wife. An angel in public and a demon behind closed doors. There was no position out of the question. Some I'd only seen in porno. And if she was turned on enough, no orifice either. I still look back fondly on the night she first asked me to fuck her in the ass. It was truly epic. A year after I asked her out, I asked her to marry me and she said yes.

And she liked Colton, which made me happy. I don't have a lot of friends -- I'm sort of a loner -- so it was good that they got along. He didn't go out with us every night, but he was a frequent addition. He would playfully flirt with her and she'd flirt back. Even after we were married. I knew that there was nothing to it and I'm not the jealous type anyway, so I just sat back and watched the show. And then I'd take Catherine home and fuck her silly.

One night the three of us were out at a bar, this was about six years ago now, and Cathy and I were just returning to our table after dancing to find a blond woman we didn't know talking to Colt. He had apparently spotted her across the bar and bought her a drink. She joined him at our table and they were just going to dance as we were returning. After introductions, her name was Stacy, they headed for the dance floor and we didn't see them for the rest of the night, until it was time to go.

Turns out they had hit it off and they were married six months later. It also turns out that Stacy was a bit of a party girl and it ended when Colt walked in on her fucking a delivery guy that drives a brown truck. I didn't think they had that kind of time. Maybe he was on his lunch break. That was about a year ago, maybe a little more, and he hasn't dated, or been with anyone I know of, since.

Back to Catherine. If I was horny, all I'd need to do would be to walk up behind her, press my cock into the small of her back, reach around to cup a tit and kiss the base of her neck. She'd turn, drop to her knees, pull my cock out, blow me and bend over the nearest piece of furniture with her legs spread. Okay, not exactly like that, but close. We did do it once on the kitchen table, but we mostly made it to the bedroom. If she was horny, all she had to do was grab my cock. Okay, exactly like that.

About six months ago, though, things took an odd turn. Odd for us anyway. Maybe not weird, but certainly different.

We didn't watch porn often, but we'd occasionally call one up on the computer as a kind of foreplay. One night we watched one that had two guys fucking a woman. Catherine had been stroking my dick while I played with her clit as we watched the scene unfold in front of us. Suddenly Catherine froze, staring intently at the screen. She reached out and paused the playback.

"What," I asked in frustration.

"Look at that," she said, pointing at the screen.

"What am I looking at," I said, "besides a woman sucking a cock while being fucked from behind?"

"That," she said pointing. "I thought these were all fake, but look at that juice running down her leg. I think she's actually cumming."

I looked closer, but I have to admit it was sort of half-hearted, "Well, it is sex after all. I'm sure it happens sometimes."

She got on her knees with her chest pressed into the mattress and her face inches from the computer screen and hit enter to start the video back up. She looked back at me over her shoulder and said, "Fuck me."

I don't have to be asked twice and I speared her surprisingly wet hole. I hadn't even eaten her yet. She stared at the screen the whole time while I fucked her, moaning in time with the action on the screen. I did my best to match the tempo of the guys on the screen, since it seemed to work for her, though they did keep switching ends as it were. When one guy got on his back, the woman impaled herself on his pole and looked back over her shoulder. Catherine moaned with her when the second guy hunched over them and shoved his cock up her ass. Suddenly, Catherine's entire body was shaking and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. Now juices were running down her leg as I continued to thrust through every spasm and jerk and moan she could muster. She looked back at me with vacant eyes while I pounded her cumming cunt. My hands had her ass cheeks spread for maximum penetration and there was her little rosebud, just winking at me. What's good for the goose, I figured. Maybe this will bring her back to reality. I pulled out, lined up, and slipped my full length straight in to her ass. I expected her eyes to focus, out of surprise at the sudden intrusion, but all she did was grunt and use a hand to start rubbing her clit. I kept pounding her as she stared at the two guys on the screen double fuck their own vixen. I couldn't be sure, but I could swear I saw Catherine's head bobbing up and down, even though the woman on the screen had both of her cocks in orifices that weren't oral, just before her body began to convulse on my cock and, in return, I gratefully emptied my balls into her bowels.

"What was that about," I asked as we cuddled in the afterglow.

"What was what," she answered dreamily.

"We've seen clips like that before, but this one seemed to really. . ."

She let that hang for a moment and then said, "I don't know. There was something about it. Did she sort of look like me?"

I thought back. "Maybe. A little. Were you thinking. . .?"

She snuggled closer, "Pushed a button, is all. Could be fun, I guess. She seemed to enjoy it."

Well, that could have been a red flag, but in my post fuck stupor I said, "Any candidates?"

I expected her to laugh dismissively, but she said as she started to drift off, "I dunno. . .would have to be someone we both agreed on."

And then she fell asleep.

I didn't for another two hours as her last words bounced around inside my brain.

As the months progressed, so did our -- role play, I guess. When we used porn for foreplay, Catherine always picked a MMF three-way. Eventually, she pulled out a dildo that she used to fuck her cunt while I fucked her ass, all the while those last sleepy words playing around in my head. Was she seriously considering bringing a fantasy to life? She'd laugh it off when I'd ask, but I'm not sure I bought what she was selling, as it were.

Just last week, she was on top of me in the reverse cowgirl position, me in her ass and a new, anatomically correct dildo buried in her cunt. Looking back, that should have been another red flag in itself. I mean, who buys a dildo that actually looks like a cock unless you really want what it represents. She already had me whenever and wherever she wanted, so it could only represent a second dick. When she came, she collapsed back on top of me while her whole body shuddered. But I noticed that the hand driving the dildo never slowed. The sight of her fucking herself to heights I had only rarely seen made me cum buckets into her willing rectum.

All of which had me wondering about the scene I was currently watching across the yard while I manned the grill.

"Cute couple," a female voice said next to me.

I looked down at Brandi, a smoking hot divorced neighbor, with short cropped hair, who had shown up wearing a tiny white bikini that glowed against her dark skin. She had a brightly colored African print wrapped around her hips that hung to her ankles. The skirt was a disappointment for every guy at the barbeque, I knew. Just as well, I'm sure their wives thought. She possessed a world class ass. Her tits weren't bad either.

"Maybe you should go break it up," I suggested.

"I tried talking to him earlier," she said, "but, like two sentences in he was talking about his ex." She paused for a moment and said, "Maybe I should try her. What do you think?"

My head whipped around to see her grinning at me mischievously. She, of course, knew that Catherine was my wife, but I chose to play along, "Hey, if that's the way you roll, go for it. I could be talked into helping out."

"Who said anything about you," she said with mock offense.

"We're a package deal," I said. "It's all or nothing. Anyway, give Colton another chance. Walking in on your wife with the Brown driver guy will tend to fuck with your mind. He has trust issues."

She pulled me down next to her full lips and whispered in my ear, "If I have to do you to get to her, then so be it." Then she stuck her tongue in my ear and walked away. Over her shoulder she said, "I'll give him another go, but I'm not sure he likes black folk."

Okay, I'm not sure I got that last bit exactly right, but it was something like that. I was focused on the first bit. I'd seen her around the neighborhood, but had never imagined that possibility.

The rest of the party, my attention was split between Catherine and Colton and Brandi who was hanging out with them. At one point, Catherine came over to see how I was doing and brought me a fresh drink.

"So, Brandi is practically throwing herself at Colton," she said, "and he's having none of it. He's a really nice guy, but sometimes he's as dumb as a post."

I grunted a laugh, "Can't argue the point. He just can't get past being cheated on like that. What he needs is to just get laid, but he just can't seem to let it happen." I gave her a sidelong look, "Maybe with someone he knows. And trusts."

She didn't rise to the bait but sighed, "And he doesn't know Brandi. I get it, but at one point she pulled her bra aside far enough that we saw the edge of her nipple to show that she didn't have any tan lines. I mean, come on!"

"How did that come about?"

"Oh, Colton told her that if she didn't cover up she'd burn and she pulled the bra over and said, ‘My people don't burn'." She paused a second as if she were playing the scene back in her mind, "Weird thing though, I thought she was looking at me as much as Colt."

I hid my grin as I flipped a chicken breast. "Really? How'd you feel about that?"

She shrugged and leaned against me. "I don't know. I've never thought about other women, but it was kinda hot."

Hmmm, maybe a FFM porno tonight.

As with all good things, the party wound down around nine-thirty. Cathy and I started to pack things up and Colton stuck around to lend a hand, collecting the left over beer into one cooler that we would then move and load into the spare fridge. Cathy disposed of the remaining salads and, as she cleared a table, Colt and I would move them into the garage. In no time, you couldn't tell that we'd had more than twenty people in our back yard and we moved into the house. We each grabbed a beer on the way in, Catherine dressing Colton down for his behavior with Brandi.

"My God, Colton!" she said. "She was as horny as hell! You could have been fucking her right now if you copped half a clue!"

It appeared as if Colton was with us for a while and the local baseball team was making a run, so I said, "I'm going to see if I can catch the end of the game," and headed for the family room.

They followed me and I heard Colt say, "I'm not interested in fucking just anyone."

There was a tone to his voice that she picked up on. Her back was to him and she raised the hand holding the beer as if to say, "Talk to the hand." Instead she said, "In your dreams, buddy."

"Every night," Colton said as he plopped down on one end of the couch. Catherine joined me on the other. Colt continued, "Besides, I think she was as interested in you as she was in me. Maybe more."

Cathy snorted as she took a sip of beer, "She'd have to do a lot more than show a bit of tit for that to happen!"

Now, that was interesting. But that was a conversation for another time. Being a guy, I couldn't remember exactly what channel the game was on and, instead of consulting the guide, I just started surfing through the channels.

"Whoa!" Colton interrupted. "Back up."

I went back a channel. I was in the subscription channels and had hit on a soft porn film that one of the services ran late at night. Even though it wasn't that late at night. Only about ten-thirty. The screen showed two women on a bed wearing thongs and nothing else. They were kissing passionately and running their hands all over each others bodies.

We watched for a time, all of us oddly fascinated before I said to Cathy, "Would that be enough?"

That got me an elbow to the ribs, but she didn't tell me to change the channel. The movie wasn't just the women. Plenty of male/female action, all of it soft porn as I said -- meaning that you couldn't really see anything because of lighting and rumpled bed covers, etc. -- but still stimulating for a small group with some sexual tension built in to be watching. I know that it was having an effect on me and a furtive glance at Colt suggested he was having the same reaction. I glanced down at Cathy's chest and saw evidence of hard nipples while she resolutely stared at the action on the screen. My arm was around my wife's neck and I decided to see just how turned on she actually was, already planning my attack for after Colt left. Carefully watching Colt to make sure that his attention stayed fixed on the screen, I slid my hand under Cathy's tank and bikini top, giving her nipple a tiny pinch and twist.

She stiffened against me and I looked down to see her glaring up at me. Her eyes shot toward Colt and then back to me. He's right there! her look said without a word.

I shrugged and fully cupped her left tit, giving the whole thing a squeeze. Her moan could have easily been confused with a sigh as she settled against me. Her expression said, Oh yeah? Let's see how serious you really are. And she let her hand rest on my lap. I knew from the look in those beautiful green eyes as her hand closed around my cock through my jeans that she was trying to think of a way to get Colt out of here.

She took her hand from my lap and turned her attention back to the movie when Colt suddenly said, "I'll be right back. I have to use the can."

"Don't jack off in my bathroom," I said to his retreating back. He just raised a hand with the middle finger extended in response.

When he was gone, I pulled the right side of Cathy's tank off her shoulder. I was pulling aside the cup of her bikini bra when her hand stopped mine. "Are you crazy," she hissed, "he could come back at any time!"

I brushed away her hand and latched my lips onto her eraser sized nipple. Soon her hand was at the back of my head, bringing me closer. I'd sucked hard and her nub was fully engorged when I released it. "What if he does?" I asked. "Either he'll leave and we'll fuck each others brains out, or he won't. He'll finally get laid and you'll fulfill a fantasy. Don't give me that look. You know that you've been thinking about it. Yeah, for about six months now. Maybe not with him, exactly, but you have to admit, he is someone we both can agree on."

I could see the gears spinning in her mind, weighing the possibilities. She knew time was short and came to a decision quickly. She sat up and pulled off her tank, leaving her bikini top and unzipped my fly before settling back into me. She looked up at me and I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing with each other as her hand fished my rock hard cock out of my pants. As she began to pump me, I pulled on a string at the back of her neck, letting her bikini cups slump onto her belly. She moaned into my mouth when I kneaded her exposed flesh. She spread her legs for me when I let that hand fall to her pussy.

"Oh, okay," Colt said when he came back from the pisser. We broke our kiss to see him with one arm outstretched toward us and the other hand covering his eyes. "Geez, why didn't you say something? I'll leave you guys to it and see you next time."

Cathy never stopped stroking my cock and I never stopped rubbing her clit through her shorts. "You can if you like, Colton," she said sweetly, arranging herself on the couch so that her crotch was pointed where he had been sitting. "Or you can stay. Either way, I'm going to suck my husband's cock right now. You can leave," she spread her legs even wider, pointedly, "or you can make yourself useful."

Colton looked at me, "You're okay with this? You know that I've had a thing for your wife for a while and this is pretty much what broke up my marriage."

"A long while," I said. I was going to say more, but right then Cathy's lips closed around the head of my cock and she pulled it into the back of her throat. All I could manage was, "You need to get laid, she wants two guys. We've talked about it. One time offer. Take it or leave it." I groaned as she did it again and again.

With my eyes closed, I waited, enjoying the feeling of Catherine's mouth on my cock. It was Colton's turn for a quick decision. Either Catherine and I would be fucking on our own or we'd have help. I didn't really much care which way it went at that point; I was getting laid anyway. Then I heard Colt drop to his knees. I heard the zipper on Cathy's shorts open. I felt her adjust as her clothes were removed. I imagined Colt seeing my wife's shaved cunt for the first time. I knew the moment he first tasted my wife by her gasp and the vibrations of her moans on my shaft every time it entered her throat. They coursed throughout my body. I tangled my fingers in her hair and began thrusting into her mouth while her cunt was eaten by my close friend.

I kept my eyes closed, not sure how I would feel about seeing another guy eating my wife's pussy. But then I realized that if this evening was going to work, I sort of had to see what I was doing. Cathy's moans became more urgent and I could feel her body moving in a familiar way and I had to know. Making certain that I was looking at Cathy for the time being, I opened my eyes. All I could see was the back of her head bobbing up and down on my pole. But then my betraying eyes followed her left arm over her heaving belly to her hand which was tangled in Colton's hair, pulling his obviously talented tongue deeper into her drenched pussy. How did I know it was drenched? Because I could see her juices smeared all over Colton's face.

I don't know if I expected to be jealous, but I wasn't. My dick just got harder. Catherine squealed and swallowed me to the hilt as what ever Colt was doing sent her over the edge. She easily took my sword over and over as Colt grabbed her bucking hips, drinking every drop of nectar she produced. I think the fact that she couldn't escape my cock or Colt's tongue only served to intensify what she was feeling. I'm pretty sure that it was the hardest I've ever seen her cum and I've seen some life changers.

When her climax had finally run its course, her hand pushed Colton away and she said, "Okay, okay, okay! Give a girl a break!" Then she tousled his hair, "That was really good though. Keeping that tongue to yourself like you have been should be a crime." She sat up and adjusted her position. I took the opportunity to remove my shorts, since they were just in the way, and pulled my shirt over my head. When she was finished, her ass was nuzzling my hip and she lifted a leg. I grabbed that knee to give it support and let her hand guide my cock into her velvet love canal. She groaned as I began gently thrusting. Colt was still kneeling on the floor, completely dressed, watching two naked people fuck. "If you just want to watch," Catherine said to him, archly, "the TV is over there. Otherwise, you're overdressed. Get those clothes off and give me a cock to suck."

What's the fastest you've ever gotten undressed? Colton beat it. I don't care if you're some comic book superhero. Colton was dressed and then he wasn't. Catherine was impressed too. She uncertainly patted the couch for him to sit down and said, "Oh. Oh shit!"

I thought she was just liking what I was doing to her pussy. I mean, this was a first for me. I don't know all the rules and protocols of a three-way. Is it weird to look at another man's cock? I'm not even sure if I've ever been in the same room with another man's erect penis before. But you sort of have to in this situation, don't you? If only to know what hole it's filling so you don't overcrowd, am I right?

And so it was that I looked at Colton's erection and realized that we might have a problem. I'm not a small man, by any means. I have actually had women, including Catherine, moan about how I fill them up. Colton was in a different league all together. Hell, it wasn't even the same sport, let alone the same ballpark.

Catherine made room for him to sit while I continued to fuck her. I watched her try to wrap her fingers around his shaft. Failed. His cock was twitching as Catherine lowered her head to surround his helmet with her lips. Colton's sharp intake of breath told me that he hadn't really believed that we were serious about this until that moment. When Cathy's full lips slid past the head and down his shaft, that was, I think anyway, the moment that he realized that fucking my wife was going to become a reality, and not just a wet dream. His eyes were glued to her, watching her try to shove him down her throat. Failed. She kept at it though, and eventually got most of him in there. Colton rested his hands on her head and let his head fall back against the couch. I think his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

I, of course, hadn't stopped what I was doing and Catherine took a break from Mister Tree Branch to moan, "Ahh, fuck me." The problem was, I wasn't sure if she was talking about my fucking or the size of the cock she was sucking. It could have gone either way. I started pounding her harder and leaned to suck her tit. I love the feeling of my wife's cunt wrapped around my cock and realized that it might be a tad stretched for a couple of days after tonight, so I was going to take advantage while I could. I love fucking her deep, but I also love what a simple adjustment of my hips can do too. Suddenly, the tip of my cock is rubbing right on her g-spot. Normally, her moans would let me know that I'd found the right spot, but in this situation I couldn't be sure if it was me or the massive man meat that she was trying to swallow. Since tonight was about fulfilling her fantasy, I guessed it didn't really matter.

I had some idea what Colt was feeling as she moaned on his cock. His hand reached over to squeeze one of her tits. I could see him concentrating and I said, "Don't cum yet buddy or you're going to miss the main event."

He looked at me in desperation and said, "I've wanted this for so long, and now that it's here, I feel like I'm going to explode."

"I'm about to," Catherine moaned. She looked up at Colt, "You taste so fucking good." And then her body began to shake as another climax washed over her. If I kept her body from curling up around herself, it seemed to deepen the wave and her body would thrash about to try to escape my clutches. My cock was coated with her cum as I kept her legs from slamming together.

Her hand massaged her clit as the wave subsided. I pulled out of her, knowing what she wanted next. I could see the raw desire in her eyes that said, "I'm going to do this." She slowly got on her knees and kissed me. Her back was arched, her legs spread. Colt had to have a perfect view of Cathy's freshly fucked cunt. "I love you," she said. Her hand found my cock. "But I've made a mess of this. I should clean it off."

"Yes you should," I said, guiding her mouth to my pole. I looked over at Colton, who was jacking off while looking at my wife's shapely ass. "Hey Colt, how ‘bout you step up and fuck my wife."

Colt looked at me and I think I saw fear in his eyes. Or it could have just been uncertainty, I don't know. "You're sure? I can fuck her?"

Catherine wiggled her ass and moaned, "Mm hmm," on my cock.

"There's your answer," I said. "Not much point to this otherwise. Just don't hurt her."

With what seemed like reverence, Colton positioned himself behind Cathy. She stopped blowing me when she felt him at her entrance but her hand kept working me. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut and I knew that, for the first time since we'd been married, another man was spreading my wife's pussy lips. Colton paused to let her get used to his size. She didn't scream when he pushed a little deeper, but her groan was deep and guttural.

"More," she breathed. "Give me more," and Colton obliged. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and she groaned again as he bottomed out. "Hold it there for a sec," she panted. She pulled forward and then slid back onto him. She did that several times before her breathing returned to normal and she said, "Okay. You can fuck me now," and returned her mouth to my cock.

Thankfully, Colton started slowly, giving Catherine's pussy time to stretch to accommodate him. She was moaning on my cock again as Colton's hips picked up speed. Every now and then she'd pause for a, "Oh, my fucking -- fuck me!" or a, "Oh, sweet mother of -- fuck me!" or just a, "Ohhh, fuck me!" The common theme, of course, being, "FUCK ME!" And Colton obliged, his rhythm steadily increasing to the point that her mouth was no longer bobbing on my pole, but being driven by his thrusts. He'd wanted to do this forever and he was giving her everything he'd ever dreamed of. Every thrust drove my cock down her throat and she was moaning the whole time and holding onto my hips while our friend fucked my wife like a two dollar whore. So forceful was his pounding, that I almost missed the fact that Catherine was cumming again. I would have except that she suddenly pulled off my cock and rested her face against it, with her eyes closed tight, and a sound that I don't believe I've heard before came out of her open mouth. I've tried, but even now I can't describe it. Sort of a cross between a cat in heat and -- I don't know. Something that's really enjoying what's being done to her which, I know, is not the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a cat in heat. I watched the flesh on her ass ripple with every impact as Colton fucked her through her climax. All of our bodies were glistening and the smell of Catherine's musk filled my nasal passages. I looked down at my beautiful wife and saw a raw fire burning in her eyes. She went back to work on my cock once the tide of her cum had passed, coating it liberally with saliva. I had an idea what that meant.

She looked over her shoulder and said sweetly, "Colton, would you be a dear and sit on the couch?"

He complied with only the barest hint of disappointment on his face. Catherine stood and straddled him, lowering what I was able to see was a gaping cunt back onto him. She arched her back, feeding him her sensitive nipples, and raising and lowering her hips a few times before looking at me pointedly.

"Put your knees together, Colton," I said, gripping my cock and taking aim at my wife's invitingly puckered asshole. With her knees splayed around Colton, her cheeks were already spread but I used a hand to pull one a little wider while I guided myself into her sphincter with the other. From as many times as she'd already cum, I figured that she was fairly relaxed so I gave it all to her in one stroke, burying myself to the hilt with a slap as my hips met her ass cheeks. Catherine didn't cry out but collapsed onto Colton to receive her first double penetration. I realized that I could feel Colton's cock through what little of Catherine that there was between us and it gave me an idea.

"Hey Colt," I said, "can you feel when I move?"

Colton's response was sort of muffled because he was buried under my wife, "Yeah and it's weirding me out some."

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Let's give her something to remember --"

"Like I'm going to forget two cocks inside me," Catherine moaned breathlessly.

"When I do this," I said, pushing in, "you pull out and when I pull out --"

"I push in," Colton said, "got it!"

"Oh, my god," Catherine whimpered as we began. As with all things new, we started slow and picked up speed as things worked themselves out. Pretty soon, my hips were swinging with abandon and Colton was jacking into her for all he was worth. I'd say that Catherine was hanging on for dear life but, pinned between us like she was, there was really nowhere for her to go. Her fingers dug into the couch pretty good on either side of Colton's head though. It wasn't long before I felt her ass clamp down on my cock and I knew that she'd gone over the edge again. Now she screamed, not in pain but, out of joy. It was all I could do not to cum as I fucked through her convulsions.

"I'm getting close," Colton groaned.

"Me too," I agreed.

Catherine's hand reached back and pushed against my hip. "Sit down on the couch," she said.

When I was where she told me to be, Catherine got off of Colton and stood astride me, facing away from me. She reached behind and guided me back into her dark hole as she settled onto me. Once I was fully in, she lay back onto my chest, raising her spread legs and beckoned Colt with a hooked finger. She stopped him before he entered her though, "You both get to fuck me as hard as you want, or can, until you cum. He gets to cum in my ass." However, she pointed a warning finger at Colt, "Don't you dare cum in my cunt though. When the time comes, you get up here and fill my throat with that thing. I want to taste every drop."

Colt nodded and speared her. Catherine's head fell back on my shoulder as Colton and I picked up where we'd left off. I'd like to say that we fucked her for another twenty minutes, in perfect time, driving her to one orgasm after another but it was more like five and Colt and I lost our rhythm about half way through. I felt my balls tighten up and they emptied themselves into my wife's colon.

Colton held out maybe a minute longer and suddenly he was standing on the couch, feeding the angry purple head of his cock to my wife's eager mouth. Her lips clamped around the back of the helmet and, from my vantage point I could see the underside of Colton's cock pulse as his balls pumped cum into her mouth. Her throat worked feverishly to take his load and when he slowed down, her hand milked him to get every drop, true to her word.

Colton finally dropped to the couch, breathing hard, and my softening cock slipped out of Catherine's ass. She rolled off and knelt beside me. She leaned up to give me a gentle kiss. She brushed her lips next to my ear, "Thank you. And, I love you."

I slipped an arm around her, "I love you too, babe."

We both looked over at Colton who was just laying there, still breathing hard with a hand over his eyes. "I can't believe that actually happened. Thank you both." Then he looked as us, "So this is never going to happen again?"

I said, "Probably not."

Catherine, at the same time said, "Maybe."

Which got my attention and raised eyebrows directed her way.

She hugged her knees and looked away, "I had fun."

That was a discussion that we'd have to have. I turned to Colton and said, "Never without me there."

"Absolutely," Catherine agreed. To Colton she said, "But you need to find other pussy. Give Brandi a call. Just don't talk about Stacy, for God's sake."

"Who?" Colton said. Then he shook his head, "I never got Brandi's number. Do you guys have it?"

I shook my head, "I don't. Do you?"

"She and I don't really hang out," Cathy said. "We just talk when we meet on the street or at parties like today."

"Well, I can't just walk up to her door," Colton said while he gathered his clothes. "She'll think I'm some sort of do nothing stalker or something."

"Well, we both see her around," I said. "Give us a couple days and we'll see what we can do."

To be continued...