Mike is a nice guy. He keeps his yard looking nice. They wave hello in the driveway. A few times, they've invited us to a backyard cookout. If you need your driveway cleared in the winter, or someone to keep an eye on your house while you're out of town, he's your guy. Completely unremarkable. Medium build, medium height, medium hair, medium everything.
His wife, Ally, is exactly the same. You wouldn't notice her in the grocery store aisle, unless you're really into middle aged, stay-at-home, mothers of four. From time-to-time, we'd catch a glimpse of her as they were leaving for a nice occasion, and my wife would comment that Ally looked really pretty. She was that kind of nearly middle-aged woman; when she dressed up, she could be very pretty, but most of the time, you'd see her with her hair going all over, in sweats and a baggy shirt, harried and overwhelmed like every other parent in the neighborhood.
It wasn't that we weren't friendly. We were perfectly cordial neighbors. We just weren't particularly close, in the way some neighbors are. It was all perfectly fine.
Until, one night...
We'd spent the day enjoying the early-summer weather. The sun was warm, but not hot, and we busied ourselves cleaning up the yard, playing with the kids, and generally making the best of the day. Mike and Ally had been out earlier, with their kids, and we waved and said hi, exchanging some pleasantries. I mentioned we should get together for a few drinks some night, and they agreed. I thought it was the kind of "plans" that aren't plans at all.
As evening rolled in, the evening sky turning into a painting of pinks and purples, we put the kids to bed. We'd had a few drinks in the afternoon, and my wife said she had a headache and was going to bed. I didn't mind; I enjoyed a nice weekend night out on our patio, a ballgame on TV, a few tunes playing on the radio, and a drink or three in hand.
I made my way out, kicked up my feet, and let the booze wash over me, inducing a blissful relaxation.
"Hey buddy!" I heard, calling over the fence. You know what they say, about good fences making good neighbors. Maybe they make for good marriages, as well.
"Hey, Mike." I replied, not terribly interested in conversation.
"How 'bout that drink?" Mike asked. He was exceptionally generous. They were always dropping off cookies or treats.
I really wanted to sit, enjoy the music, and soak in the relative silence, but it seemed rude to turn him down. "Sure," I said, grabbing my bottle of whiskey off the patio table, making my way across the yard.
They had a nice patio as well, with exposed lightbulbs lighting the space. Mike was sitting in a lounge chair, his feet up, a bottle of his own in front of him. "You guys looked busy today," Mike said, making conversation.
"Yeah. You know, it's never done," I replied, sitting down and putting my bottle on the table. "I didn't see you out here until you said hi. Were you guys out tonight?"
"Yeah, a little cookout at a friend's house. In-laws kept the kids, so when we got home early, we thought we should take advantage of the night and have a few drinks."
That's when Ally came out through their sliding patio door. It was one of those nights where she looked really good. She was wearing a dress, a little short for her age, but her legs looked tanned and trim. The dress was blue, some kind of cloth/fabric thing that was neither tight nor loose, but went all the way up into a collar around her neck. Her hair had been highlighted, neither brown nor blonde, but a nice, kind of dirty color, and was set in loose curls.
"Never waste a night without the kids!" she said, her slightly slurred speech making clear she was several drinks into the night. She reached out and handed me a glass, with a brown liquid in it. "The good stuff!" she said, smiling, and handing a matching glass to her husband.
I was a little too buzzed to really enjoy good booze, but I thanked her and happily accepted. Taking a sip, she was right. It was very good.
We sat and chatted, mostly small talk about our families, the kids, and the neighborhood, as the drinks continued to flow. They were easy to talk to, the kind of people who seemed naturally open. I'm the same, which is probably why we got along so easily. I had the conscious thought we should be closer friends than we are.
The sky was completely dark, most of the neighbor's lights extinguished, when Ally asked a question that turned the entire evening.
"Can I ask a kind of personal question?"
"Sure," I replied, no clue where she was going. I'm a completely open book, so personal questions don't set me back at all.
"You and your wife, you've been together a long time, right?" Ally asked.
"Yeah, quite a while. Almost twenty years, I guess."
"You guys seem so happy. I've never seen you fight, or even raise your voices." Ally said.
"Yeah, that's true. We've always been like that. We aren't the types to feed on drama, if you know what I mean. No offense to anyone else, it just isn't us."
"That's nice. We're the same. Everyone has to pull together to make a marriage work, right?" Ally replied. I wondered where the personal question was, because this certainly wasn't it.
"So," she continued, pausing to take a sip of her white wine, "twenty years is a long time. How do you, you know, keep it interesting?"
"Interesting?" I asked. I had a suspicion where she was going, but it wasn't the type of topic you guess wrong about.
"Yeah, interesting. You know, after dark." Her eyebrows rose to emphasize the last part. There was an almost wicked quality to her eyes.
I've always thought it was interesting to think about how couples keep it together. You never know what is going on behind someone else's closed doors. Are they having a lot of sex? Good sex? Creative sex? Or have they given up, resigned to a sad, passionless routine?
"Well," I started, weighing how, and whether, I should answer. My wife was as open as me, but I couldn't quite imagine her answering this question honestly. It was probably the significantly drained bottles in front of us that gave me just enough liquid courage to tell the truth. "I don't know how we compare to anyone else. We try and keep it interesting. A lifetime is a long time, so I guess you have to make real effort to keep things a little spicy. Anyone can get a little bored, even with someone they love."
"Yes!" Ally replied, enthusiastically. "Totally. It's not that you don't love your partner, obviously, but variety is the spice of life, right?"
"Yeah, definitely," I responded. "Gotta keep it different."
"So," Ally continued, glancing at Mike, "How do you guys keep it interesting?"
"Are you looking for ideas?" I teased, laughing. "I guess we do a few things. Sometimes we use some toys, watch porn together. We've tried some light bondage, and stuff like that. Nothing too crazy, I don't think. Plenty of times it's just normal, typical sex, though."
"Yeah!" Ally replied, glancing at Mike again. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. I felt guilty for noticing. "Do you ever roll play? Like, pretend to be other people?"
"Um, not really. We tried it once, but she couldn't quite get into it. It's hard to suspend disbelief, I guess, to really commit yourself to pretending to be someone else. Not in our skill-set, I suppose. I really liked it, though." I responded, maybe a bit too honestly.
We sat quietly for a second. The silence became slightly awkward.
"What about you?" I asked. I'm not sure why. Curiosity killing the cat, I suppose.
Ally smiled. "Well, we..." she started, pausing as she looked at her husband. "Babe?"
I thought, in the moment, she was looking for permission to answer. Now I know she was asking for permission of a very different kind.
"We, sometimes, not often, but sometimes, we...branch out." Mike replied, cryptically.
I furrowed my brow, trying not to look judgmental, but only confused. "Branch out?"
Ally was grinning, "Yeah. Branch out. With another person."
I tried to hide a look of surprise. You really don't know what it is going on behind someone else's bedroom door. Of course, I knew swingers existed, and I knew a few couples who tried it when I was younger, but I had never met a happily married couple who seemed to be doing it successfully.
"Like, swinging?" I asked, working hard to make it sound entirely neutral.
"No, not exactly," Mike responded, leaning forward in his chair, swirling his drink in his hand.
"Yeah, we don't swap, exactly." Ally added. "I mean, we tried it once, but..."
"It wasn't for me," Mike continued.
"Yeah, I mean, I can't imagine seeing my wife with another man. Having sex with another woman sounds great, right up until the point someone is touching my wife." I said, guessing entirely wrong.
"No, not that," Ally said, still grinning. She sat back in her chair, and I have to admit, she suddenly radiated this power I'd never seen in her before. It was an unnatural confidence. I felt guilty even thinking it, but it was mildly intoxicating. I found it hard to look away from her, even as I was sure Mike was staring at me.
"I...I didn't mind seeing Ally with another man. In fact, that was the part I liked." Mike added.
"Ok, story time," I said, probably a bit too confidently. "I mean, if you don't mind. I'm just curious."
"No! It's fine. We're very open about it," Ally said. She appeared to be studying me, looking for reaction. I'm a pretty good poker player, so I don't think she was getting much in return. "Before we moved into this house, several years ago, we became friends with this couple. They were into 'the lifestyle,' you know. Like, full on swingers. They told us about it, and we were kind of in a rut. We'd just had our second baby, and things were just out of sync. They were so comfortable with it, I think it gave us more confidence than we should have had."
"More confidence than I should have had," Mike added.
"Yeah, poor baby." Ally said, not at all mocking him. "It wasn't quite what Mike thought it would be."
"So?" I encouraged them. I knew my wife wouldn't believe this when I told her. I thought she might even be a little turned on, if I'm being honest.
"Well, we knew this couple. They were so open and nice about it. We kind of roll-played it a few times, pretending, and we had so much fun. It seemed so hot, and it definitely got my postpartum motor running again. I hadn't really been interested in sex at all, and all of a sudden, it was like I was a teenager again. Mike could barely keep up." Ally glanced at Mike, who shrugged and laughed. "They were over at our old house one night, and the wife and I were alone in the kitchen. I'd had a few too many glasses of wine, and was asking questions about what they did, and how they did it, when I kind of let slip we might be interested. They were so excited, and they handled everything. We got a room at this nice hotel, went to dinner and dancing together, and later in the night..." she trailed off.
"Later in the night," Mike continued for his wife, "we went back to the room, and..."
"And started making out." Ally added. "We actually intended to only do what they call a soft-swap. It's where you can do anything except full sex. We thought we should wade in, but then things started to get a little out of control. I was having a great time, but Mike seemed so uncomfortable."
"It's true," Mike said. "I was on one bed, with the wife, and she was doing her best to get me hard. Seriously. And she was really, really attractive, but I just couldn't do it. Something about her touching me, it just made me feel wrong. But then I started watching Ally. She looked so hot, making out with another man, and then things started to progress, and only then did I start to get excited."
"Mike was so sweet, and I noticed he was only watching. He encouraged me to keep going, and I was getting so turned on. Before I knew it, I was having sex with this man, while my husband sat on the other bed, taking care of himself. The wife was disappointed, but she said it wasn't uncommon for first-timers, to have one person not quite ready. We tried it one more time, with them, but it was the same. Turns out..."
"I just like to watch." Mike said. I have to admit, I found his ease and calm with that bit of information to be shocking. I could never, and I mean never, be so comfortable with someone else touching my wife.
"Hotwife, right?" I asked, immediately embarrassed I let them know that I knew what that was.
Ally laughed. "No, not exactly. That's more when the wife goes out and has sex with someone, without the husband. We have rules."
"Rules?" I asked.
"Yes, rules," Mike said, quite firmly.
"The rules," Ally continued, still sitting back in her chair, powerfully. "They aren't complicated. First, and most importantly, we always have to be together. This is about us, not just me or him. Any sexual activity without the other is cheating."
I nodded. It seems to make sense.
"Second, it has to be someone we know, and both trust. No strangers, no random pick-ups, nothing like that."
I nodded again. It also seems to make sense. "That has to make it harder to find people, I suppose." Why did I say that, I wondered to myself.
"Right!" Ally said, very enthusiastically. "It makes it a lot harder. We only do it a few times a year, when we're kind of in a rut, or need a little spark, but that's also kind of why. And third, no repeat customers. One and done, only. So no feelings can creep in."
"And last," Mike said, again, a little demandingly.
"And last," Ally said, smiling at him, "Mike likes to be in control. It's how he participates. Not always, but for the most part, I...we...me and the other guy, we do what he tells us. It's helps Mike feel like he's still in charge, like I'm still his." She leaned forward and jabbed him in the leg, playfully.
"Some guys don't listen so good," Mike said, a little annoyed.
"But most do. Most find it's fun to kind of give in to the experience. Plus, what do they have to complain about. They're going to have a real good time." She was locked eyes with me when she said it. An anxious realization was slowly dawning on me.
I was suddenly, very obviously, extremely turned on. I had the immediate thought I might have to go home, wake up the wife, and beg for a little attention.
"How do you find your, uh, participants?" I asked, despite the growing realization I should change the subject.
"They tend to find us," Mike said.
I looked at him, confused.
"Not like that!" Ally said. "It's not like we advertise or anything. We've just been very lucky that when we're both in the mood, someone tends to...materialize."
"When was the last time?" I asked. Why couldn't I shut up? I needed to go home.
"It has been a while," Ally said, emphasizing the last word, very clearly frustrated.
"A person has been a little slower to materialize, this time," Mike said.
An uneasy silence followed. It hung, heavy over the patio, sitting directly on my head. I should excuse myself, thank them for their honesty, and leave. But...
"So?" Ally said, uncrossing and recrossing her legs again, looking directly at me.
I swallowed hard, and then took a long swig of my drink. I knew what the answer had to be, and yet, I struggled to say anything.
"I..." I started to speak, my voice cracking.
"How about this," Mike said, cutting the silence. "We're actually getting just a little desperate, and you should feel free to say no. We totally get it, and we promise things won't be awkward, but just a little makeup session. Some light kissing. At this point, I think that would be more than enough for us."
Ally practically bounced in her seat, leaning forward. "Yes! Just a little peck. No further."
My legs felt like jelly. My body was a thousand pounds, unable to lift out of the chair to leave, or not.
Taking a cue from the fact I hadn't objected, or left, Ally slowly rose to her feet. She must have noticed I was staring at her bare legs, glistening brown in the soft light. Reaching out a hand, her arm covered in the long blue sleeve of her dress, she said, "let's go inside. Just for a second. We'll never tell anyone."
My hand moved, not exactly under my control. Every ounce of my being said to get up and leave, and yet, a moment later, I was holding my neighbor's hand, following her into their home.
I'd only been in their basement once, maybe twice. It was nice, a very typical, suburban, finished basement. A large TV hung on the wall, a comfortable looking couch opposite a small loveseat. A few kids toys were scattered about. The air was cool and crisp, I could see a few goosebumps on Ally's legs. Mike must have been directly behind us, because I heard him close the door.
"Sit on the couch," I heard him say. His voice was strong and commanding. It was the first time I did as instructed.
Ally and I sat on the couch, leaning forward, a little awkwardly. She was turned so she was facing me, her knees almost touching mine. I felt so uncomfortable and strange, terrified she might touch me.
"Kiss my wife," Mike said, again strongly.
I didn't move, not at first. Ally leaned forward, putting her hand on my knee. It was soft and warm, and seemed to draw me in. Leaning forward, our lips touched, gently. Her lips were full, and a little firm, must different from my wife. We shared a soft, slightly awkward, closed mouth kiss, for just a second. A peck. A second peck. Than a third. Then our mouths parted, just slightly, and I felt her tongue find mine. It was soft and warm, and seems to unlock something I was desperately trying to control.
Before I knew it, we were full on making out. Our mouths open, our tongues intertwined. She was a decent kisser, and frankly, I wasn't sure if I was the same. I only kissed my wife; I only knew how she liked to be kissed. The way Ally did it, though, felt slightly performative. It made it obvious she wasn't doing this for me, but for him. I wasn't complaining.
"Put your hand on her leg." Mike said. I
If I'd agreed to anything, it was only to making out. I hadn't had time to set any rules for myself, but my hand moved itself, coming to rest on the warm, taught skin of her leg. I started to rub her knee, then slightly up her leg, stopping at the edge of her dress.
It felt like the point of no return, as if I could ever explain even this.
"Babe," Mike said, "show him your tits."
Ally broke our kiss, glanced with a smile at her husband, and started to unbutton her dress. It was tight around her neck, and she locked eyes with me as she undid the first few buttons. Her slightly freckled skin slowly came into view. As she was just above her breasts, she looked at Mike. I knew he was staring us down. Looking back at me, she was this combination of submissive and powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I felt entranced.
Unfastening the bottoms across her breasts, I could only see the tops of them, hidden behind a black bra. Because it was a dress, with buttons all the way down, it wasn't clear where she should stop.
So she didn't.
Rising to her feet, she unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders.
Like I said earlier, if you're the kind of guy who finds late-30s women, mothers, to be attractive, then she was a vision of sexual beauty.
In that moment, I was definitely that kind of guy.
Her breasts were large and full, barely contained in a black bra. Her stomach had that slight sag to it only a mother has, but it was somehow extremely sexy. Her panties were matching black, full of lace, and her legs looked incredible, firm and tanned.
I had never thought of her in a sexual way, in the time they'd lived next door. In this moment, however, I was desperate to touch her.
Ally stared at me as she reached back, unfastening her bra. It fell to the floor. Her breasts were much bigger than I would've guessed, slightly speckled with freckles, her nipples large and pointed straight out.
"Feed them to him," Mike demanded.
Ally climbed back on the couch, sitting back on her legs. Holding one of her breasts in her hands, she pointed it towards my mouth. I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out to flick her nipple, then sucking it into my mouth. She moaned, and it caused a reaction in me I couldn't have guessed. I've watched my share of porn; I've heard my wife moan thousands of times, and yet, hearing a new woman moan, for me, in the flesh, sent a bolt of excitement through my body. I almost shuddered with desire.
I hungrily fed on her breast, licking it, sucking it, putting as much of it as I could into my mouth. She looked down at me, smiling. I wondered what Mike was thinking, or doing. Then I moved to the other, doing the same thing. Ally closed her eyes, obviously enjoying my work.
Then she leaned down, kissing me again. It was different this time. More passionate, more connected, more sensual.
"That's really sexy, baby," I heard Mike say. His voice was less demanding, more lusty. We must be doing a good job.
Ally broke our kiss, and pushed a breast back at my face. She turned her head to her husband. "He's doing a really good job, baby. I love the way his mouth feels on my nipples."
"Are you getting wet?" Mike asked.
"Oh yes. I'm getting really wet."
If I hadn't been hard already, the way she said that definitely would've done the trick. I had to feel.
"Why don't you help him out of his clothes," Mike said.
Ally pulled me to my feet. She did everything; pulling my shirt over my head, then dropping to her knees. She looked amazing, kneeling before me, as she unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down.
"Oh baby!" she cooed, as she pulled my hard cock out and into sight. I was rock hard, a small speck of precum sitting just on the tip. "It's really nice!"
"Put it in your mouth," Mike said.
There was no going back now.
Ally leaned forward, flicking the drop off my tip, then running the tip of her tongue around the edge of my cock. It twitched in appreciation. She pointed it up, running her tongue up my full length, then burying it into her mouth. We both moaned, simultaneously, as she started to slowly bob her head up and down.
"That looks so fucking hot," Mike said. I wondered what he was doing, but didn't want to look.
Ally removed me from her mouth. "He has a really nice cock, baby," she said, as she returned to blowing me. She kept looking up at me as she did, her eyes sexy and glistening.
"Suck his balls," Mike said.
Ally moved down to my balls, putting one in her mouth as she jerked me off. There was spit everywhere. It was so dirty and nasty, I was afraid I might cum. Then she moved back, putting her mouth back around me.
"Fuck her nasty little face," Mike said, directing me for the first time.
He read my mind. Putting my hands on the back of her head, I pushed as much of my cock into her face as I could. I have an unusually fat dick, and I wasn't sure she could take it. Ally gagged, as I held her head still and vigorously fucked her face. She moaned loudly, before gagging again.
"So good," Mike whispered. "She loves getting used like that, don't you, babe?"
Ally pulled me from her mouth. "Oh fuck yes. HIs cock tastes so good."
I shoved it back into her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat. She felt incredible.
"Show him that sweet pussy of yours," Mike said. Ally immediately stopped sucking me, stumbling back onto the couch. She laid back, spreading her legs. Her pussy was perfect, these little lips poking out, a glisten of her juices running between them.
"Eat her," Mike instructed.
I knelt down between her knees, kissing the inside of her legs. Slowly, I made my way down her left thigh, stopping just at the edge of her pussy. Moving to the other leg, I started up near her knee, and then kissed my way slowly back down. When I reached her center. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her, making sure never to make contact with her in the way I knew they both wanted.
Ally ran her fingers into my hair, desperately pulling at my head.
"Babe," she cried, desperation thick in her voice, "he's teasing me."
"Good," Mike said. "Beg for it."
"Please..." she cried. "Please lick me. I need your tongue on me. Please lick my pussy. I want you to taste my cunt juice."
If I'm a sucker for anything, it's very dirty talk. I took the tip of my tongue, and flicked her clit. Her legs shook. I think she might have had an immediate orgasm. Parting her lips, I sucked up her juices. They were thick and sweat, completely different than my wife. I couldn't help but mentally compare, as I drank the juice of another woman.
Returning to her clit, I slowly massaged it with my tongue, as I slipped a finger into her. She felt slick and tight, the ridges of her vagina rubbing against my finger. I couldn't believe, for a mother of four, how tight she still was. I knew she was going to feel incredible.
"Fuck" she moaned, still holding my head. "Baby, his finger is right on my g-spot. He's going to make me cum."
I massaged the inside of her, my tongue starting to rub her clit harder and harder. Putting my lips hard against her skin, I made a suction, drawing her clit into my mouth. She screamed in appreciation.
"Tell him what you want." Mike said, somewhere behind us.
"I want him to make my pussy cum. I need to cum right now...baby...babe...oh FUCK!" she screamed,
Her legs squeezed hard against my head, her body shoved down into my face. I could feel her walls contract, as she came directly on my face.
I didn't stop as her orgasm subsided, but I wondered if she'd like something my wife loves. Removing my finger as I continued to eat her clit, I ran her juices down, below her opening, covering her asshole. Then, moving my long finger back up to her pussy, I soaked my pinky finger in her lube. Putting it against her asshole, I put one finger in her cunt, the other directly into her ass. It slipped in easily, to my surprise.
"BABY!" she screamed out, letting go of my head and gripping the couch. "He's...he has...fuck baby...his finger is in my ass."
"How does it feel?" Mike asked.
"SO GOOD!" Ally moaned, bucking her hips against my face, fucking herself in both holes against my fingers. I could feel her body heaving, her breath ragged and uneven. "I...I need his cock...can I please have his cock?"
"You want him to fuck you, baby?" Mike asked.
"Please...please let me have him. I need it so bad."
"Give him your pussy," Mike said. "Fuck my wife. Give her what she wants."
I gave her one last hard suck of her clit, and then kissed my way up her stomach. stopping to suck on her breasts. My cock was hard and ready, resting just on the edge of her lips. I kissed her, deeply and passionately, and then sat up, looking down and admiring the sight of my dick almost inside another woman.
"Babe, he's so close. I want him inside me."
"Fuck her!" Mike demanded.
I pushed the tip of my cock between her lips. It slipped in easily, her walls spreading to take me. It felt wet and good, as I pulled myself out, and then fed her a little more. I repeated this again and again, each time giving her a little more, each time her juices coating more of me. Finally, my full length went in. I could feel the end of her pussy with the tip of my cock. She was taking everything she could.
Slowly, I fucked her, as her breasts heaved up and down. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in pleasure. Reaching down, she started to play with her clit, pleasuring herself as she fucked me.
"Babe," she said, almost in a whisper. "I...I..."
"Do you want to cum on his cock?" Mike asked.
"Yes...please...may I?"
"Cum on his hard cock," Mike said. He somehow had total control of her, because as soon as he said it, I felt her walls grip me, her body shaking in one of the most complete orgasms I've ever seen. She came for what felt like hours; it took every ounce of self control I have to keep from finishing right there.
When she finished, I pulled myself from her. I needed just a second to recover.
"Ride him," Mike instructed. Ally pushed me back onto the floor, positioning herself above my thick rod. Lowering herself, her face twisted as I reentered her. She slowly ground her hips into me. Back and forth them moved, until she repositioned her legs and started impairing herself onto me. The sight of her big tits, bouncing up and down, was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Then she stood up, turning around to face her husband, and sat back down on me. Her ass looked full and perfect, bouncing up and down on my cock.
I couldn't resist, honestly, her brown little hold looking back at me. Licking my thumb, I put it against her asshole, and slid it in.
"OH MY GOD!" Ally cried out. "His thumb is in my ass!"
"That ass is going to be mine, later," Mike said.
"That's right, baby. You're going to fuck my tight little ass later," Ally said, reminding me that in a weird way, this was all foreplay for them. "You're going to own my ass tonight."
"Let him fuck you from behind," Mike said. Ally did as instructed, pulling herself off of me, and leaning forward to point herself back. Her pussy was dripping wet and gaped out. I couldn't wait to take it again.
Climbing behind her, I shoved my cock back into her. Holding her ass, I started to fuck her, slowly at first, but soon I was absolutely pounding her from behind. I could see her heavy tits bouncing back and forth, to my rhythm.
"You look so fucking sexy," Mike said, "Such a good little slutty wife."
Ally moaned loudly. "I'm your slutty little wife," she cried, burying her face in the carpet.
"Fuck him!" Mike demanded. I stopped, as she bounced herself back onto me. I couldn't look away from the sight of my cock, glistening with her juices, disappearing into her from behind.
"Oh baby," she cried out, leaning up on her outstretched arms, locking eyes with her husband. For the first time, I looked up. Mike was sitting in a chair, looking right at us, jerking himself off. "Thank you for letting me fuck this big cock. My pussy loves this cock. It's filling me up so good."
"I know you like it," Mike said, staring at his wife.
"I'll fuck anyone you tell me to, baby," Ally moaned. "I'm your good little whore."
It was, without question, the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever seen and heard in my life. I couldn't take it. Grabbing her ass, I drove myself into her, grunting loudly.
"Where..." I stammered, the end imminent.
"Where can he put it, baby?" Ally cried, "Where?"
"Anywhere you want," Mike said, softly. "You take it where you want it, baby."
"FUCK!" Ally screamed. "Don't stop. Put it in me. I soak my dirty cunt with your cum. Give it to me!"
I buried myself into her, grunting with the most mind-bending orgasm of my entire life. I felt her walls grip me as we came, together, our bodies locked in a single, explosive, joint orgasm.
It felt like I came forever. I thought it was never going to stop. Finally, I fell back, my body covered in sweat, my cock limp and satisfied.
Ally crawled forward. I could see my cum dripping from her, running down her leg. Climbing up onto the chair, she sat on Mike's cock. I heard her whisper to him, "do you feel his hot cum on your dick?"
Mike grunted in reply.
"Take me back, baby." Mike fucked her hard from below, driving himself up into her. I watched with amazement as he emptied himself into her, adding his seed to mine, leaving her full of a mix of both of us.
They sat quietly for moment, making out, until Ally pulled herself from him, standing up. Towering above me, against so powerful and sexy, she smiled.
"Thank you...that was...absolutely incredible. Probably the best we've ever had. Thank you so much! Your wife is a very, very lucky woman."
Mike put his arm around his wife, holding her by the waste, as we both leaked down her legs. "Seriously, thank you. You have no idea how badly we needed that."
"I...I don't know what to say," I replied, feeling both satisfied and guilty.
"Don't say anything. As far as anyone is concerned, this never happened. Our secret." Mike said. "Now, if you don't mind..."
"This man has an asshole to own," Ally laughed, taking Mike by the hand and leading him away, up the stairs.
I sat for a moment, gathering myself, before I put my clothes back on and slipped out the back door.
*****
The next morning, I sat at our kitchen table. I'd gotten up and made the kids breakfast, which they were loudly eating around the table. The warm summer sun was streaming through the windows, as my wife made her way down the stairs from our bedroom. Walking over to me, she gave me a long, passionate kiss.
"Baby" she cooed. "I don't know what got into you last night, but when you came in from outside, you absolutely ravished me. Whatever it was, do it some more." She was glowing, her body radiating how satisfied she was.
She was right. Returning home, still horny, I woke her up with a kiss, and absolutely pulverized her. I fucked her like I owned her, like I hadn't in years. She came again and again, until I emptied what little I had left into her. I knew I could never tell her what it was that had given us that night together, but I also knew something inside me had changed, and I couldn't wait to get her alone again.
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