One day my husband came to me and said he wants me to wear something special for the coming weekend…
I went to my husband and said, “Babe, I think this outfit is a bit too much. I don’t think I can sit in this skirt without showing too much and it’s see through. And can I wear another top?”
“Nonsense!” he responded. “You look fucking amazing! Don’t change a thing! Plus we’re getting late.”
I reluctantly agreed and we drove to his friend’s place…
To my horror, when I sat down, my skirt rode up even more, giving a clear view of my neon pink thong to the guys sitting across from me. I could instantly tell that they noticed as I saw a smile on all their faces and their eyes fixated in the space between my legs. I stood up and re-adjusted my skirt, and sat back down. It was no use; the skirt rode up again and they got another peak. I tried to cross my legs, but that felt uncomfortable, as the skirt rose up from other side almost entirely. So, I finally decided to cut my losses and uncrossed my legs, pulled my skirt down slightly and sat with my legs together. The guys across from me still had a view of my thong, but I decided that it was okay. At least they couldn’t see what was under it, right? I glanced at my husband, who could tell what was happening. He offered me a reassuring smile and I felt better.
A while later, my husband said to me, “Honey, the four of us are going to go out for a bit. Why don’t you stay back with Ken and Rod?”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Just out. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. They’ll look after you.”
And with that, my husband had left his nearly naked wife with two of his friends who were feeling up her naked legs and back. The guys gave me a shot which I instantly took. I felt better and more calm. Rodney’s hand went higher up my legs to the hem of my skirt. I looked at him, then down at his hand on my leg and then back at him. He was staring back at me, smiling. I then felt a sensation on my other leg. I turned to look at Ken, who also slid his hand up my leg, playing with the hem of my skirt where the slit was.
“What are we doing here guys?” I asked.
“Don’t worry” said Rodney. “Just relax. He won’t mind.”
How could he not mind? I’m his wife for God’s sake! I’m a married woman and I committed to my husband. I need to put a stop to this. But…why would he leave me here? Why would he ask me to dress this way? Why didn’t he put a stop to them touching my naked legs and back? He must have known this would happen. This was all a set up. It must have been! My husband must have left his wife here so that his friends could fuck her! He must have! Right?
It was too late to deliberate this any further. The boys had already started to reach under my skirt. Ken pushed his fingers against my pussy rotating as Rodney started to kiss my neck. Within seconds, I was soaking wet. I spread my legs wide as I reached for both their crotches. They were both rock hard! Rodney kept biting my neck and shoulder while Ken continued to rub my pussy. I turned to Ken, unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. What I saw was astonishing. A throbbing, pulsing cock, glistening from the tip. I put both legs on the couch, turned to Ken and faced my ass towards Rodney. I brought my head closer to Ken’s cock, gently licking the pre-cum off. Rodney pulled my soaking neon pink thong halfway down my legs, as I felt his wet lips french kiss my sweet, creamy pussy. I moaned in pleasure as I slowly started to take Ken’s cock in my mouth. He was much bigger than my husband and while I couldn’t take it all the way in, I did my very best. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my husband’s friends, after all! I started to aggressively suck his dick, bobbing my head up and down as he grabbed my hair and held it up to keep it out of the way. Rodney kept on french kissing my pussy while fingering it too. I moaned in pleasure as I kept on sucking.
“Is it my turn yet?” asked Rodney.
I turned my big creamy ass towards Ken as I unzipped Rodney. His dick was even bigger than Ken’s. Huge, pulsating, throbbing and veiny! I was scared to take it in my mouth, but did so anyway. I moaned as I lathered his giant cock with my tongue, sucking aggressively, fiercely and as well as I knew how. Then suddenly, I felt a jolt of pleasure. Ken had inserted his cock into my wet, eager pussy. I moaned in pain, sucking Rodney’s cock while getting fucked by Ken.
“FUCK” I said to myself.
“She’s such a good girl” said Rodney. “I’m so glad we got this bitch!”
“Her pussy is nice man. So fucking fresh. I don’t think her man was giving it to her right. Was he giving it to you right, Nina?” Ken asked.
“No he wasn’t” I moaned in between breaths. “He didn’t fuck me right. I need you both to give it to me! I need it! I…FUCKING…NEED…IT!!!”
Ken kept on fucking me, picking up the pace. Suddenly he let out a loud cry, releasing his cum all over my pussy. Ken collapsed back on to the couch.
“My turn” said Rodney confidently. He made me stand up and bent me over the couch, with my mouth hanging over Ken’s cock. I took Ken’s cock in my mouth, gently licking and cleaning the cum off of it. Rodney grabbed me by my hips from behind as I was bent over, kicked one of my legs so as to spread my legs wider, making room for his monster cock. I felt the tip of his monster touch my innocent, cum-covered pussy. I let out a moan of anticipation and suddenly a loud scream as Rodney punched his massive dick into my tiny pussy. It was a jolt of pleasure and pain mixed together. Rodney was swift, skillful and confident in his technique. He was rough, forceful, and so fucking strong. I was getting fucked so aggressively by him that I had a hard time keeping my head straight while sucking Ken off.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” I yelled as I was getting pounded by my husband’s best friends.
“I’m gonna cum inside you bitch, and I’m not pulling out” said Rodney angrily.
“NOOOO” I screamed. “Don’t cum inside me! Please…..don’t….it’s….not….safe…!”
Too late. Rodney unleashed a tsunami of his hot, white cum into my pussy. I screamed in pleasure as the waves of cum crashed against my insides. At this point, I didn’t care about the risks of having another man’s cum inside me. This was worth it. So fucking worth it. Rodney collapsed on the couch beside Ken. My legs were shaking and my toes curled up as my body weakened and I fell on my knees. I slowly crawled towards their cocks, and went on clean-up duty, sucking and licking off every last drop of cum.
“Go get cleaned up.” Rodney said, as he slapped me on my ass.
I walked towards the bathroom, weakly. I started to clean myself, my legs and my pussy which were covered in cum. Rodney’s cum was still leaking out of my pussy. I did the best I could and looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had worn off, my hair was a mess, but my face was glowing. This was the face of a woman who just fucked 2 of her husband’s best friends. A woman who let her husband’s friend cum inside her. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. This was the best experience that I had ever had. And I would do it again. I hope to do it again. I have to…
I walked out of the bathroom to see that my husband and his other friends had returned.
“Hey babe,” my husband said smiling. “Did Rodney and Ken look after you?”
“Yes they did babe” I said as I looked at Rodney. Rodney winked back at me.
As we drove home, I kept thinking about the unbelievable experience I had. The amount of pleasure I felt. Did my husband know? Did he plan this? I didn’t have answers to these questions. What I did know is that this won’t be the last time this happens.