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Sharing Z by Larson
Z and I had been married for about a year and had sort of stumbled onto the fact that talking about having other men fuck her while we were making love was a big turn-on for both of us. She had done some flashing for strangers at my request from our very first date, and a little more than flashing on a few occasions—letting someone we didn't know touch her tits, even allowing them to put their fingers inside her vagina once. And then we found out it was fun to have her flirt with people we knew, brushing her tits against them, letting them see down her blouse or up her dress, even letting them know, by a look, that we knew they had seen her do it, so that they would know she was doing it on purpose.
We always had great sessions in bed after we had been out with other couples where there was a little friendly flirting going on—it clearly aroused Z to be the center of attention. And she usually was. At 5’6”, 132 pounds and a perfect figure—36B-25-36—and with those exotic brown eyes and sassy short brown hair, I was used to having all eyes on her as we walked into a room—and so was she.
Her flirting was always the playful kind of thing you do among friends, not too obviously serious, but real. I had daydreamed about watching her with another man and found it oddly exciting, so one night while I was fucking her I teased her about a relatively new acquaintance, Tom, who was a contractor doing some work on an extensive renovation of an old Victorian we had bought. He obviously liked her—lusted after her, really—and had been coming on to her a little more than usual, and she was flirting back.
She surprised me by saying out loud what I was thinking. "I know. I think he’d like to fuck me." My cock jumped.
I found it instantly hot to think about Tom’s hands on her tits, of him fucking my wife. Z seemed to have liked my mentioning Tom, too, because I could feel her cunt growing wetter as I glided in and out of her. So I followed up by asking, "Did he say that? Would you want to let him fuck you?"
She wiggled off the hook with, "Well, he really wants to. It’s flattering." She hadn’t said she wanted to, but she hadn't denied that she did either, and I found myself very aroused by that, my cock stiffening even more.
I was surprised at my own reaction, but I was also nearly ready to explode with the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom. I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "Well, would you want to do it or not?"
"Would you want me to?" She was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, and she was suddenly even slipperier, obviously liking the fantasy.
I decided to go for it. "Yes, I'd like you to fuck him. Would you do it?"
"I want to," she gasped, and as she said it I felt her muscles contract in a spasm as she came as hard as she ever had. I was about three strokes behind, pumping a huge load into her. As soon as we had caught our breath and I had rolled off and spooned her, she pulled the plug, "It was just a fantasy, you know."
"You came pretty hard for it, though." Z didn't say anything.
That was it for a couple of weeks, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every time we made love I thought of it but didn't want to bring it up because I didn't know what her reaction would be and didn't want to press her too far, too fast. I really knew now that I wanted to have her take another man inside her, and to watch it happen.
A couple of weeks later we were again out with our usual group, and I made sure to invite Tom, who was still working on our house. Having seen him look at Z as he went about his contracting duties, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At this outing, once again, Tom's attentions amounted to a little more than the usual casual flirting. But I noticed that Z was allowing a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still relaxed—not obvious enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I noticed the difference—a little more tension, a touch more acceptance, more nervous laughter.
About half way through the evening I caught her looking over at me and then glancing away right after she had been engaged with Tom, talking and laughing with him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's ready for sex. A little later Tom asked her to dance—no big thing in this group—and they were gone for three numbers.
I caught glimpses of them on the floor, and noticed there was nothing out of the ordinary—nothing too obvious, but maybe his hands were on her waist a half a second too long and a couple of inches too high so that his wrists grazed the undersides of her breasts on some of the turns. I thought he might have brushed her bottom once or twice, too. No big deal; we were all friends. But when she got back to the table I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal: slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her blouse, more nervous laughter than usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me.
But that was it. Nothing more happened. We went home and got into bed. It was very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM, before we turned out the light, and usually she fades after midnight, so I'm used to having her fall asleep without sex, even after being at a club, if we're out that long, so I just snuggled her. After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk—a shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "Aren't you interested in me tonight?"
“Of course,” I said, and immediately slid down and separated her legs to lick her opening, her favorite beginning. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery her vagina was as I put my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a little noisier about it. I suspected that her heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the time dancing and flirting with Tom, of course, but instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.
I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open, waiting to be impaled.
"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping hole, which was so wet I could feel her juices running down her inner thighs making her slippery all the way to her small dark anus.
"Yes," she answered breathlessly as she tossed her head again side to side and humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in."
"Not yet,” I insisted. I wanted her to ache for it—and I had an idea. She turned her head sharply again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she thrashed a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in—she was aching for it, more than I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it too. But I also knew she was hot because of Tom as much as because I was about to slide inside her. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions. Was she thinking of having her labia parted and her womb filled by Tom’s cock instead of mine?
"You want it in you?" I asked again.
"Yes. Put it in me," she answered, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, which was gaping wide and shimmering with her wetness, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips almost imperceptibly to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle so that instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her silky parted lips and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready.
"I'll put it in if you'll tell me one thing. But you have to be completely honest. OK?"
"OK! What’s the question?" Her question had been a bark; she was writhing under me now, over the edge, not just wanting it, but craving it from deep inside her belly, from the seat of her sex. She needed to be fucked, and she was way past impatient; she was desperate for the relief that could come only from having a cock sunder her open and drive into her steaming wet cavity.
"You have to answer without thinking about it, instantly,” I ordered. “If you hesitate for even a second to consider an answer we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that—I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the top by now, and I was pretty sure she would do whatever it took to get me to fill her cunt. She would answer anything I asked her now, and truthfully, without worrying about the consequences, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "Tell the truth, no matter what I ask."
"Alright! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded past desperate, and her body confirmed it—she was as writhing under me, shuddering with each touch, desperately hot, sopping wet between her legs, out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled.
"Ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock over the entrance to her vagina again, holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but this time I let just part of the crown separate her labia and I rocked her a little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate before backing off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her shivering body.
"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
"Ready for your question?"
"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer; it was a plea—she was aching for it now.
"Do you want to be fucked now?"
"You want a cock in you?"
"You want Tom's cock in you?"
A jolt surged through me—I wasn't entirely sure she had heard and understood the question, but if she had I would have what I wanted. I put the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening and started to slide it in, but again tipped it up so the stroke was external, gliding again up through her sopping wet slit, letting it push her labia open gently until I felt the hard, wet bump of her clitoris at the base of my penis. She shivered and bucked and twisted in frustration and desire, trying to swallow the cock that would torment her until it rendered her open and took her womb. Was it Tom’s cock she so desperately wanted?
"You said you'd put it in!" Z whimpered, and she rolled her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she could drive up on my shaft herself and end her misery by slamming it home in her belly. But I took my penis in my hand again to guard against her getting it in.
"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want inside you?"
"Yeees." She was breathless, beyond guile, beyond caring about the consequences, beyond the little fibs that married people tell each other.
"You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him?
"Yeees. I can't help it." I could tell she was telling the truth. "I‘m sorry. I want his cock in me. I know he wants me and it drives me crazy. Please help me.” I knew she meant to help her by fucking her. But maybe she was asking for something more, too.
"I think he wants to fuck you, too. If you want to let him fuck you I’ll help you do it. Do you want to do it?"
She was bucking and shaking under me so hard now that my penis was jiggling her clitoris every time she moved her hips, and I was afraid she'd cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her vagina, and I matched her strokes to keep it out, pulling back every time she thrust up so that she couldn't encunt herself, and I held her wrists over her head so she couldn’t reach down and do it herself.
"I want you to fuck Tom—it’s great that you get this hot for it. Will you?"
"If you want me to." She had said it so easily. She seemed to have accepted that her secret was out. Her desire was so great that she was past caring about the consequences.
"I do want you to let him fuck you. You’ll do it, won’t you?"
"Yes, I'll do it." She was calmer, sensing her relief would soon come, but her body shivered involuntarily again, and her hips bucked signaling her still unmet need for a cock inside her.
"Whenever you want me to,” she whispered, gasping now as she continued to grind her hips up in expectation, waiting for the searing fire in her cunt to be quenched.
And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, slamming it all the way to the bottom of her cunt, splitting the silken lips of her sex open and plunging into her gaping female maw. She rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, her desperate desire mixed with thankful relief. I pounded in and out of her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened state of arousal, the sticky wetness that sucked at my cock on each gliding thrust betraying her lust.
Still stroking in and out of her I continued, "You won’t have to wait long for it. I'm going to ask him to fuck you next weekend, and I'm going to watch you do it. You'll be a good slut and spread yourself wide open for him, won't you?"
"Yes!" She hadn’t hesitated this time.
"When I tell you to open yourself for him, you have to give him the whole thing instantly—look him in the eye and show him your wet pink hole—no being coy about it. Take his cock inside your cunt and let him fuck you. If you’re going to let Tom fuck you, do a good job. Be a good slut for him, and for me."
"I will." It was a hoarse whisper. She was bucking and thrusting, thrashing and tossing, lifting her hips as her juices spilled out and wet her thighs and belly and ass. I was riding in a slippery saddle, fucking my wife on the waves of her desperation to feel another man’s cock in her cunt.
"And you'll cum for him, won't you? A big one, so he knows you want it."
"Yeees!" And with that she heaved her hips up once more and exploded in a wrenching orgasm. In reply to her thrust, my cock unloaded inside her with the biggest stream I had ever spent, pulsing over and over as my semen shot into her womb.
When it was over, as I cuddled her, I whispered to her, "I'm going to do it, you know, make you fuck Tom. You want to and we both know it. And I want to see you do it. Are you going to do it when I tell you to?"
"If you want me to."
"OK, I will, then. I promise." They were her last words as she fell asleep.
The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday?
"Are you sure you really want this, Larson? It's a nice fantasy, but I'm not sure I would really like it. Or that you would." I found myself really disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her.
"OK," I replied. "We'll see then." I didn't want to press too hard because I didn't want to scare her off, but I really craved the kind of sexual passion she had displayed the previous night and I was determined to see it happen.
I mentioned it only a couple of other times during the week, once very casually while I was fucking her a day or so later, but I was a little worried about pressing it. What I noticed is that her cunt really got wet as soon as I started talking about her having to open her legs for Tom someday, and she came almost instantly when I did. I wondered if she was feeling my dick or thinking about his.
Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Z had made the arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a jazz club with a group we knew, and she had heard me when I had casually invited Tom on Wednesday, when I deliberately got home a little early so he would still be working at the house. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping something would happen—it was a kind of funky blues joint. At least that's what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom that night if I could. I just didn't know how.
On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again, testing her interest. "You were sure hot for it last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom."
"It was nice," was all she said. But that was an understatement; we had both had the biggest orgasms of our time together—of our lives—in that hot session after the night out with the group, after her dancing with Tom, after our fantasy about letting Tom fuck her. Maybe she was testing my resolve too.
She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse, rather than in the blue jeans and shirt we usually wore to these get-togethers with the group. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could just see the outline of her nipples under the silk blouse, and her breasts jiggled just a little. She isn't very big—34B—but she has nice tits and it was great to see them move under her blouse. And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose at the top—if she leaned forward you could see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature—it was warm out.
I had also seen her put on her garter belt and stockings instead of panty hose, something she did for me when we were going to have a hot night, and she had put on her loose-fitting red silk panties over her garter belt instead of wearing regular panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She was used to putting her panties on over her garter belt so she could take them off while we were out if I asked her to, to entertain me or to flash someone. I realized that meant she must have been thinking her panties would come off while we were out.
She had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure—not slutty, but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me right now, though; she wasn't talking at all—she just looked determinedly out the window. I figured she must be thinking about Tom fucking her. Was she looking for me to make it happen, or hoping I wouldn’t? Or was she going to arrange it herself? Or had she already talked to Tom about it during the week?
"Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for. I wanted to know if she would do it, or else learn unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight—either way I'd know how to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little flushed? I let it go.
When we got there the usual group had already arrived, and Tom was there. There were nine of them, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled together. Tom was the only single there. The band was just setting up as we sat down to order drinks and dinner. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Z's right. I was on Z's left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with the woman across from me.
She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. Ironically, it was the first sign I had that she might go for it if I forced it. The band started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the woman on his left. Occasionally he would glance sideways at Z. And if I was pretty sure Z would do it, I was certain that Tom wanted it. Men know it when another guy is attracted to their wife.
It took a while, but after dinner and a couple of drinks, and a little over an hour and a half, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Z still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. Two of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Z went with them. Two of the guys went to the bar for another round of drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to check with their baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going to do.
"Do you like Z?" I asked him directly. Might as well get to the point and find out. And once I had gotten that out it was easier.
"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Had he answered a little too fast? Was he a little flustered?
"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for you?" Tom leaned back a little in his chair and looked wary.
"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her. Too deliberate. He wanted her.
"You should see her in bed," I offered.
"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: He rocked back again in his chair slowly, as if to get away from the idea. "Although we won't go there!" His laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a tad too strained. He picked up his beer nervously to take a gulp, but it was empty. He put it down and stared at it. I signaled to the waitress for a refill by pointing to his glass.
"Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Z in bed."
Tom jolted upright. "Whoa! Not me! Not something I think about!" but he had definitely blanched. And he tried to take another drink from his empty glass. He was big-time nervous for sure.
"I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure I'd be happy about it if it were. Are you telling me you've never thought about fucking Z?" I had said the word. He couldn't misunderstand what we were talking about now.
Tom slammed back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "No! No!” A pause, his face screwed up in discomfort. I just looked at him, smiling a little, waiting. I didn’t say anything. “No! Well, sure, I guess," he stammered, "Sure, in the theoretical, fantasy kind of way, sure. Sure, I guess so. She's a hot lady. Anyone would want her. Like her, I mean. I mean, you know. No offense, of course. I'd never hit on her.”
I waited again, saying nothing. “Sure, sure, Z’s gorgeous,” Tom continued, “and smart and funny and interesting. I’ve daydreamed it, maybe. Who wouldn’t? But I'd never even think about it for real. No way." He paused. "You really are something, Larson. Don't hurt a guy." He tried to make it sound funny, but it was a nervous joke.
I smiled at him. I didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Z," I said, and laughed.
He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Z." But his was still empty—he had forgotten—and he was flustered again.
"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke myself. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. I made my decision. "How about if I invite you over to our house after this to fuck her?"
He recoiled in his seat this time, like he’d been shot in the face. "What are you talking about? I'd never do that. You gotta be kidding, Larson! Jesus! What are you talking about? What would Z say if she heard you say that? No way, man!"
"Well, I already know that Z wants to let you fuck her,” I answered calmly. “We talked about it all week. She agreed to let you do it tonight." Now it was out; no matter what happened next, I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned look on his face, dumbfounded, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything.
"I know you want to fuck her," I continued quietly. I was into it now. I was selling Tom the idea of having him fuck my wife. "She wants you to fuck her. And I'd like to have you fuck her. She’ll let you do it if I set it up, if I arrange it, and if I’m there to watch. I want you to do it, Tom. I want to see you fuck her. Really.”
Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next step.
"Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure on you. No commitment implied. Just wait until everyone else is gone and you can ask her yourself. Maybe she’ll back out once it's for real instead of a hot fantasy, but I don’t think so, and it can't hurt you any. The worst that can happen is a little awkwardness if any of us decides not to go through with it. OK?” And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom.
I passed the three of them, including Z, just as they came out of the ladies' room, and Z looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face. Was she hopeful I had set it up? Or worried that I had? Or that I hadn’t? I smiled at her.
I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I only had to take a leak, just to think, to settle my own nerves down. I had just asked another man to fuck my wife, had told him, in fact, that she wanted to let him. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it in the stall so it didn't bind against me and pinch. Even just handling my cock made me realize how close to cumming I was, and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge.
I needed to communicate privately with Z, to tell her what I had done and see if I could push her over the edge to do what I now knew all three of us wanted. I took out a business card from my wallet—it was all I had to write on—and jotted a note on the back of it in small print, working carefully so my hands wouldn’t shake: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to do it. He wants to do. He'll stay late with us. Let's make it happen. I know you want to. We both want it."
When I got back to the table the women were back in their places. Tom was still clearly unhinged with disbelief, but he had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Z was talking to him—small talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me nervously as I approached the table and then glanced over at Z. It was involuntary—he couldn't help himself. As he realized that I had seen her look over at her, he blushed and turned away, then looked down, then up again at me quickly, then down at his beer and took a sip. His hand was shaking. He was just barely keeping it under control. But at least he had something in his glass this time. I just smiled and nodded at him reassuringly when he glanced up again.
As I sat down next to Z I kissed her on the neck from behind, and after I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers. Gently I pressed the business card with my note on it into her hand and closed her fingers over it. I held it there with the card in it for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can."
She looked over at me quickly, not quite knowing whether or not to believe me. I couldn't tell whether she was mad at the thought I might have done it or excited by the hope I had. From the look on her face, probably both. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the other direction. I caught her stealing a glance at Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. She looked down again. But she didn't blush, and she seemed a lot less nervous than Tom did. A few minutes later she excused herself and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to be able to read the note.
Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red. Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to start up again. "We'll know whether they're really any good—the second set has their original material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to their conversations, but a couple of them glanced at Tom as they did, wondering. He was clearly unnerved. The band saved him—they started to play an up-tempo jazz number.
Z came back to the table and sat down. She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this?" She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded and glanced over at Tom.
Z turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly and fidgeted in his seat. Now she knew it was true. She turned back to me, again whispering, "Are you sure you want this?" I looked at her steadily and nodded yes. She didn't say anything. She didn't blink.
Z turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She had seemed to be mad all evening, but as it wore on it appeared that she was having a good time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and finally the last couple excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still with us; he was going to do it. If Z would really do it.
There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Z looked down; Tom looked at Z. I watched Tom.
"I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked.
"Are you sure you want this to happen?" Z asked, turning away from Tom, toward me. “I know I said I wanted to, but it was fantasy.” She looked at Tom. But she had said out loud, in front of him, that she had fantasized about him fucking her. Now he knew from her as well as from me.
“No, Z, it wasn’t a fantasy that you wanted to, was it?” I answered. It was up to her now.
"We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted, not waiting for Z to reply. "I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off—it's probably not really a good idea," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me. And then to Z, "If you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done. Really."
"Be quiet, Tom," Z ordered, shooting him a look. It sounded like she didn't want to let Tom off the hook—didn’t want off the hook herself. "Larson was telling the truth, Tom—I told him I wanted sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that, but I don't want to lose my marriage over it."
That was it. I had to close it now before they got cold fee. "Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck each other."
Hearing me say the word, 'fuck' jolted them both. No euphemisms any more, no ambiguity at all about what we all were thinking. "You probably would have anyway, eventually, but now it's certain. You can't both know the other is willing to do it—wants to do it—and then not follow through. If you do it behind my back it's bound to be destructive. If you do it this way I'm in on it—it's hot. I want you to do it, and I want to see it."
Z looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. And then Z broke the tension by smiling at Tom.
"OK,” she said. “Let's go do this if you're interested, Tom.” She had made her decision. Tom flushed, but he nodded. We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.
As I was holding the door for Z to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes. Don't be long."
"Oh, I don't think so, Larson. Keep her warm for me," he said, emboldened now by the thought that it was really going to happen. Tom had made his decision, too.
I closed the door behind Z and walked around to get in the driver's side and started the car. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" Z asked as the car came to life. "If we do it, another man will have fucked me, will have fucked your wife. You can never have it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but I won't do this if it bothers you."
I heard her, but I wasn't so sure. I was thinking it was too late already. And even though it gave me a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach it also made my cock hard and my heart pound to think of watching her fuck another man.
"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I do. If you do.” It was a kind of ping pong game. I think we both knew we both wanted to, but were both nervous that the other would get cold feet, or regret it later. Would she back out now, or was it really going to happen? “I don't want to lose my wife over it either,” I told her as calmly as I could, but then continued, “but I want it if you want it. I’ll be OK with it if you will, and if it won't ruin what we have together."
"You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," she offered after a moment. "I'm not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever. “
"Well, how much do you want to do it, Z? You seem to be really hot for him. You admitted you wanted to fuck him. Can you really tell me you won't fuck him anyway, even if I change my mind now?"
Z was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be truthful now. All the posturing was over—neither of us was nervous any more. Aroused, horny, hot, but not nervous. We both knew what we knew.
"I think I can promise you that I wouldn't start it, that I won't try to seduce him. So if he leaves me alone, yes, I can promise that I won't fuck him. But I have to tell you that if he makes a pass at me and asks me to fuck him, I'm pretty sure I would let him; I wouldn't be able to say no. I really want him in me. I’ve been thinking about it for days, and it makes me very hot."
"Pretty sure?" I asked. I wasn't going to have any hedging. I just didn't want her to back down, and I probably wouldn't have believed she could have, but I did want to hear her say it.
"OK, I'm sure, Larson,” she answered, slightly annoyed. “Fine. I’m going to do it. I want to,” she said with finality. “So I’m telling you now, that even if one of us backs out of it tonight, I'm going to fuck him later if he asks me to." There was no hesitation now.
"I want to fuck him. And I know he wants to fuck me. If I hadn’t known it already I would now since he decided to come home with us. So he's going to try now, if not tonight, some other day this week at the house, when we're there alone. And when he does I'm going to let him take me. I hope this is what you wanted, because I do want him to fuck me and I’m going to let him.
“You set this up, you know, by making him aware that I was willing to do it, that I wanted him. I might not have acted on it, and he might not have either, if you hadn’t forced the issue. But it's going to happen now. Your only choices now are whether it happens tonight or tomorrow, and whether or not you get to see it."
"I want you to fuck him tonight, Z, in front of me. If I get to watch you do it I'll be part of it. I just want you to love me while you're fucking him, to think about me and fuck him for me."
Z was silent for a moment. "No. Not for you. I love you, Larson. And I don't love Tom—I won't ever fall in love with him. But I want to fuck him. I’m sorry, and I hope you’re not hurt, but I have to tell you the truth. I want to fuck him tonight, and I want to be thinking of him inside me.
“You can be there to watch, but you need to know that I'll be thinking about his cock inside me, and when I cum I’m going to cum for him, too, not for you. I'll still love you afterwards, but when he's inside me I'm really going to belong to him, not to you, and my cunt will be his cunt. You won't really be a part of it while he's in me, except to watch. I guess I owe you something as your wife, so I'm willing to talk to you about it afterwards, to tell you the truth about how it felt, even though I already know that will hurt you. But I want him inside me so unbelievably much now. I’m sorry, but I can't help myself. Will you be OK with seeing that?"
"I think so," I answered, feeling an ache in my belly, but a surge in my loins. "It's what I hoped to hear; it's what I want." I swallowed hard.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek—it was the first really affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening, as if she was now resolved and satisfied with the arrangement. We were done with the difficult part.
"It’ll really be for me too, Larson. I’m so excited. I want Tom to like me. Do you think he’ll want to lick me first?” She was a little giddy now, like she was getting ready for a big date. Smiling, thinking about what was to come. She didn’t seen to be embarrassed at all talking to me about how much she wanted another man inside her.
“I’m so glad he wants to fuck me, so happy that you asked him, that he told you yes. I would have done it with him tomorrow, anyway, if he’d asked me, you know.” My cock jumped.
“You’d already decided to fuck him?” I asked.
She put her hand on my leg as I was driving. “Yes. I had. I was going to tell you. But you seemed to be pushing for me to do it anyway, so I thought I’d just see what happened. But I had decided to ask him to fuck me tomorrow anyway, after the other work crews had left.
“But I like this so much better. I don’t have to worry, or hide anything. And it’s so erotic that he’s going to take me in front of you. God, I’m so wet for him.” She was like a schoolgirl in her excitement over him.
“You won’t mess it up, will you, Larson? You can stay and watch us if you want, but please don't interrupt, OK? And no complaining or whimpering about it once he's inside me. If you think you might not want to see it happen, just don’t come in the room with us, or leave if it gets to be too much. I want to be able to let go for him, and I don’t want to have to worry about what you’re feeling while he’s fucking me.”
This was a little more enthusiasm than I had bargained for, but I was also hotter than I had ever been. And I was pretty sure there was no stopping it now anyway, not tonight, not ever. I knew now that, one way or the other, Z was going to let Tom fuck her, and I felt it between my legs.
When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we all got out and went inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked.
"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it Tom?" Z answered. She was true to her word—taking charge to get on with it. Tom shook his head. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom.” We followed Z as she climbed the staircase. She went through the bedroom door and stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width apart and faced us as Tom and I followed. We all stood there feeling the tension mixed with excitement in the air.
"If you want this to happen in front of you, Larson, maybe you better show both Tom and me." I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant, but she glanced down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible thrust forward with her hips.
I figured it out. I went over to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt in both hands. I gazed up at her, looking for confirmation that I had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to say, “Go ahead.
"Well?" she asked, and then she looked over at Tom. I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in his pants.
I stood up and took Z's skirt with me, raising it over her hips in one movement. She took the gathered material from me in her hands and pulled it on top of her hips. Her nostrils flared, and her throat and the part of her chest that were visible reddened. She adjusted her stance slightly to spread her legs apart a few more inches and pushed her hips out in a provocative pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever but must have been only a couple of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it a little through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily on Tom.
"Let him do that if he wants to," Z commanded. I beckoned to Tom, and he stepped forward to put his hand on her breasts, to fondle them through the soft material. It was electric. This was no accidental brush—I had just watched another man feel my wife's tits. In front of me. At her invitation. My cock was ready to explode.
Now Z turned her head and looked right at me. "If you want to watch this, sit down so Tom can take me.” I did.
Then to Tom,” Put your fingers up inside me and let’s do this. I'm doing my part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for, and it was up to Tom to do the rest.
Tom didn't need to be asked again. He squatted down in front of Z and in one motion his hand was up the leg of her loose-fitting tap pants. I could hear the liquid sound as his fingers entered her vaginal opening.
"Unnhhhh," she moaned softly. It had started. Z was doing it. Tom was going to do it. My wife was going to let another man fuck her. I was about to pop my nuts watching her writhe at the touch of his fingers up inside her.
Tom separated her labia softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as they started to move in and out of her vagina. Z moved her feet a little further apart to give him better access. And then she and squatted a tiny bit to open further, and I almost lost it. Then she was thrusting her hips forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her. Her head went down on her chest and she let out a soft moan, rocking with each gentle movement he made.
Tom took his fingers out of her and put them up to his nose, sniffing the delicate scent of her sex into his nostrils, and then put them to his lips, licking her wetness off the tips. Z took the opportunity of the interruption of his ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip off her blouse and camisole. She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples erect. Tom looked up at them, and that was enough for him to take her red silk panties by the waistband and pull them down over her hips to the floor.
Z stepped out of the lingerie Tom had removed, leaving her nude now except for her red garter belt and her black stockings and heels. She thrust her hips forward to display to Tom her downy brown pubic hair, to offer her most intimate self to him, her desire visibly described by the moisture from her pussy dripping down her inner thighs. She was the picture of everyone's favorite kinky pose.
Z was always wet when we made love, but she was positively dripping now. She looked over at me and whispered, "I hope this is this what you wanted." Watch if you like, but this is going to happen now.” She wasn’t asking for my assent anymore, and she didn't even see me nod my head in understanding, because Tom had stood up and had taken her in his arms to kiss her.
"It's sure what I want," Tom said. He looked back at me. "Thanks for letting me fuck your wife, Larson."
Tom turned to Z, "Be a good girl, Z. Open up for me. God, I want you." Z responded by opening her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers, arching her back, letting herself go almost limp, her legs opening as she lifted her pelvis into his crotch.
"I want you, too, Tom," she said when he paused for a second. "Please fuck me," she implored him, and then she opened for his tongue again.
Tom fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply, pinching her nipple, and it evoked the response I was used to, the soft moan, the open acceptance. In a minute Tom reached down and unbuckled his pants. Z sensed it and dropped down on one knee, finished the job of undoing his belt, and wasted no time in hauling down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his shoes.
His cock sprang out in front at full mast. His cock was about the same size as mine, and he was as hard as I was at that moment. The head of his penis oozed clear, sticky, lubricating precum. She looked up at me from her vantage point down by his penis, and held my gaze as she licked up the sweet discharge from the tip of his cock and then closed her eyes and took his whole member in her mouth as far as it would go. Tom moaned as the warmth of her mouth engulfed his manhood.
She hadn't asked, hadn’t hesitated, and there was no teasing, just as she had promised. And now she was giving him the kind of blowjob she had given me so many times, licking and sucking with abandon.
I could see Tom was ready to go off. Z always swallowed when I came in her mouth, and I was starting to say something to her to warn her that Tom's cock was unsheathed when I remembered her admonition not to interrupt them. But I need not have worried about him shooting off right away because she sucked him for only a couple of minutes before it was too much for Tom; he reached down, took her under the arms, raised her to her feet, and maneuvered her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her back.
She scooted to the middle and, without any hesitation or prompting, opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the insides of her knees and pulling herself open. Her sex gaped open, pink and glistening with her wetness. Her vaginal secretions dripped onto her inner thighs and into the cleft of her anus. Her labia were completely visible and wide open, and there was a dark open hole where her lips parted to reveal the soft pink inside of her vagina.
She was so ready for Tom's cock that her cunt had dilated wide to accept him, and I could see up inside her, see how wet she was. She was completely exposed to him, open for his insemination.
She had done just what I had asked. My wife was displaying herself for Tom, splayed open, ready and willing to be fucked by another man. I didn't know who was more aroused among the three of us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment.
Tom's head went down between her legs and his tongue lapped at the sweet liquid from inside her cunt. I could hear, rather than see, his tongue probing her soft cleft, gliding along her labia, tasting her wetness, and I saw him move his face down lower and flick her anus with his tongue, probing her small dark hole. I knew she was ready from the way she lifted to help him penetrate her most private recesses.
"Oh, God," Z exhaled. "Do it now, Tom. Come be in me. Come fuck me." Tom raised his head up and moved into position between Z's legs. I tapped him on the shoulder without a word to get his attention. Z shot me a look, but I reached into my pocket and took out one of the condoms I had bought earlier that day in case this happened, held it up for her to see, and handed it to Tom. He took it and nodded without a word.
Tom lifted up and leaned back on his haunches to steady himself as he tore the package open with his teeth. Z waited quietly underneath him, holding herself open for his coming invasion. And looked up at me with a strange look, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth, an exotic twinkle in her eyes, and she rubbed her thumb over the tip of Tom’s cock, smoothing a drop of clear liquid from the tip of his prick, and then she lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked off his precum, sucking her thumb inside.
Tom groaned as he saw her swallow, taking his clear emission into her belly, and then, balanced on his knees between Z's open legs, he rolled the condom onto his bulging cock. Z reached up and took it in both hands. As Tom leaned forward on his elbows to mount her, she positioned it at her female opening and rubbed the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the distended hole that was the entrance to her feminine cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom's monstrous engine part her labia. She froze in position, looking over at me now.
"Are you sure you want to watch, Larson? If you don’t want to see it happen you can go in the other room until we're done. He's not inside me yet. We don't have to do it in front of you.” She was panting, in the throes of desire. But I knew she loved me because she had taken time out to talk to me, even to think of me, as she was poised on the verge of taking inside her the cock she so obviously wanted so much. She was worried about me having to watch while she let Tom slide inside her for the first time.
I gazed at her, beautiful and in heat, waiting for another man to plunge into her, and she looked back, eyes burning with desire for the man who was going to fuck her. I nodded for her to go ahead. Her eyes closed as Tom slid the tip of his penis over her clitoris, putting his hand on top of her hands, hands that were wrapped around the cock Tom would bury in her in an instant. But Z held on to tightly his penis.
Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying to impale her so it would be done. “Let me in, Z,” he commanded. I knew his cock would be inside her soon. My stomach knotted. But I was on the edge of my own orgasm and arousal won out over jealousy.
“They would have fucked anyway,” I told myself—Z had admitted as much—even if Z wasn’t going to belong to him in the next instant it would have happened later, maybe while I waited in another room, or worse—when I didn’t know, at best the next day—they both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it was going to be—and she was spread out under him with his cock touching her wet gash—he was practically inside her. My wife was going to fuck another man, was going to take Tom's cock inside her cunt—it was just a matter of whether I would get to see it, or it was going to happen later, when I would miss out on the most erotic thing I could imagine.
"Hurry," Z said to me, "tell me you want to see him fuck me. Or leave the room so we can do it." Her words were urgent, desperate. I nodded my head to affirm again that I wanted to stay and watch him enter her.
"Say it," she insisted. "Do you want him to fuck me in front of you? Do you want to see Tom inside me? “
"Yes,” I answered. ”I want to see him fuck you."
And with that, Z looked right at me. Her eyes were blazing with passion. “I want it too, but I need him like this." Z's hands, which had been holding Tom's penis so it couldn’t plunge inside her, slid up along his shaft. She looked me in the eyes, both love and desire obvious on her face. And she stripped off the condom andtossed it on the floor. With that one motion, Tom was poised bareback over the opening to my wife’s cunt, ready to plunge inside her unprotected cunt. And then Z turned her face toward Tom and opened both her mouth and her legs, positioning the engorged head of his cock at the opening of her cunt with her fingers and releasing his member as she put her arms over her head. "Fuck me, Tom. Cum inside me."
Tom didn’t hesitate. He thrust forward as Z slammed her hips upward to accept his naked cock into her vagina in a single stroke. As his shaft disappeared into her soft pink folds I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her cunt.
Z moaned as she looked up at Tom and panted, "Cum inside my cunt. Fuck your load into me." I was stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond description to see my wife take another man's cock inside her most intimate place. Asking him to cum in her. Without a condom. Without shame. Asking him to flood her womb with his semen, to make her his. It was awful. I loved it. And obviously so did Tom, who started stroking in and out of my wife.
Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Z hard, each stroke penetrating to its full length, all the way out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside Z's cunt until I could hear his testicles slap against her sopping labia. The soft slurping sound of her sticky, silken vagina holding on to his penis as it glided in and out of her kept time to the rhythm of his penetrations.
My wife was fucking another man. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the wet sucking noises of their coupling mingling with their passionate grunts and loving murmurs as his penis slid in and out of her slippery cleft, filling my ears as it filled her womb, claiming her as his.
"Fuck me in the bottom, too," Z gasped after a few minutes. "Take me in both holes.” An electric tingle ran all through me. Z and I liked anal sex, but I knew it was hard for her, and it hurt her if I went in too deep or too fast, or fucked her there for too long. But now she had asked Tom to do that to her, too, in front of me.
Tom withdrew his member from deep inside Z's vagina, and she lifted her bottom, putting both hands underneath to raise it up, giving Tom access to her small anus. His cock glistened with their mingled juices as he positioned the bulb of his penis on her purple rosette and rubbed it gently back and forth. Z's sphincter relaxed and opened slightly as the tip of Tom's organ probed lightly, and Z whimpered softly as she raised herself a little to apply pressure against it, giving herself up to him.
The head of Tom's penis popped inside and spread her anus open as Z moaned and turned her head. Gently, Tom withdrew and ran his whole shaft up and down Z's genitals, sliding over her clitoris and her wide-open vagina, rubbing the lubrication from inside her womanhood onto her smaller opening, distended now from his presence. Z's pussy dripped the clear, viscous wetness from inside her cunt, that lovely, slippery nectar I knew smelled and tasted so good, and it ran down into her crack and into her slightly pouting anus, wetting it, getting it ready to be sundered open.
Tom moved the end of his prick back again to her ass and he rubbed it back and forth, gently massaging it open, allowing Z's juices to make her opening slippery.
"Relax and let it in, Z" he ordered. “Open yourself for me.”
"I will. Take me. Put it in," Z answered, her breathing careful and controlled as she concentrated on letting him in. He rubbed his prick gently on her little hole and I saw her sphincter relax and dilate. The tip of his cock slipped inside her with a little wet popping sound, and Z sighed and moaned out loud, "Ohhhh, God, yes!" I saw her face and her whole chest flush red with the heat of her passion at having his cock impale her there.
Tom left it in her this time, not moving at all, waiting for her to be able to accept the complete invasion of his entire organ. Slowly he started pressing it gently in and then relaxing, time and again, as Z pulled her legs back to help give him access. She rocked softly when Tom pushed it in and out a tiny bit at a time. Slowly the wetness from her vagina worked down the top of Tom's shaft and ran into her rectum, and his strokes became longer and deeper.
Z shuddered and whinnied a soft, tremulous, undulating whimper. She helped welcome his insistent shaft inside by lifting herself up to take Tom's strokes. He was sliding more easily into her, now a tiny bit further with every thrust. Finally, Z cried out, "All of it! Give me all of it now.”
With that, Tom drew all the way back out of her anus, leaving it gaping open—a dark black tunnel to her insides, to her most private place, and then, in one push that Z answered with her own upthrust, he plunged his whole cock into Z's ass, burying his penis up to the hilt in her rectum, his pubic bone pressing against her perineum. “Yeees, yeees, yeees!” Z welcomed him into her guts. He began to stroke in and out of her asshole.
"Oh, God, yes" Z exclaimed sharply as he rode her, bucking up to take Tom's languid strokes deep into her intestines. "God, that feels good!" Z was letting Tom fuck her in the ass, all the way inside, and she was in ecstasy from it, more so than she had been with me in there.
Tom drew all the way out again and then pushed inside her once more, and Z rose up to reciprocate. His strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Z's purple gap. His penis made a sucking sound as it glided in and out of her now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum, to the her most intimate cavity. “Do you like it there, baby?” Tom asked. “Is it good in your ass?”
“Yes,” Z answered, unnecessarily. “Oh, God, I love it.”
”You like my cock in your ass, Z?” Tom continued. “Are you my slut?”
“Yes, I'm your cockslut” Z whimpered.
“Tell me how good it is, Z. Tell my you’re my cunt,” Tom ordered.
“I’m your cunt. I'm your cumslut. I love your cock in me, in my bottom,” Z answered.
“Do you like it more than Larson’s? You want my cock in you?” Tom asked.
“Yes,” Z exhaled, “I want your cock in me Yours.” His cock. She wanted his cock. I had to squeeze my own cock forcefully to prevent my sperm from blasting out. I went hot in the pit of my stomach, agony and arousal in equal parts trying to force out my jet of cum.
"Do me in both holes," Z begged him, "Fuck me back and forth." Tom's slippery cock backed out of Z's smaller hole and she helped him move the tip up to her vagina, which yawned open, wet receptive. His next stroke went up her cunt and made her gasp as she took it all in, and then when Tom pulled back again Z rotated her hips and guided his cock with her finger tips to take the next thrust in her ass, still open from his recent presence there.
Tom drove himself into her to the hilt. Back and forth, on every stroke Tom's cock alternated between her openings, Z timing the tilt of her pelvis with the rhythm of his thrusts, tipping her hips to take his invading engine in first one opening and then the other.
“Do you like it?” Tom panted. “Do you like it in your ass? Do you like it in your cunt?”
“Yeees.” It was a tremulous whimper, almost indescribable, inspired by her passion at his invasion of her body. “I love your cock in me. I love it. I’m so glad you’re in me.” Z’s eyes gazed up into Tom’s, and then she turned to look at me, but she didn’t need to say anything to tell me what she was feeling. The desperately wanton way she lifted herself up, tipping her pelvis to accept his cock inside her as he alternated holes, told me how much she loved being filled by Tom’s penis, by another man’s cock. But even as Tom was fucking her, Z had turned her face toward me.
“I love you,” she mouthed to me as Tom worked his cock savagely back and forth, in and out of first her cunt and then her ass. “Thank you,” her lips whispered to me as she rocked with him to let him plunge into her in rhythm.
She turned her head back to Tom, her eyes staring up in desperate desire, and Tom ploughed her open, Z giving herself up to him, writhing and moaning in gratitude for his cock as he took her as he liked.
Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several consecutive long, full turns gliding in and out of Z's slippery anus. He stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Z, his urgency signaling that he was close to pouring himself out inside my wife.
"In my cunt! Cum in my cunt!" Z urged, and Tom withdrew from her ass and slammed his cock into her vagina, relentlessly slapping against Z's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming womanhood. As he exploded in the final surge, Z rose up to meet his climax with hers, whimpering a primal and uninhibited welcome for his ejaculation into her belly as he shot his hot semen into her vagina, bathing her womanhood in his sticky cum.
“Oh, God, he came in me, he came inside me,” Z cried, turning her head to show me her face as she told me what I could see for myself—another man had pumped his load inside her naked sex. Tom had sprayed his semen into Z’s unprotected cunt.
Tom’s spasms continued for a few more strokes, his cock pulsing out his load, seeding her womb, making her his woman. And just as he slowed, his juices spilling from Z’s gaping hole, her cunt contracted, her belly convulsed, and she jerked up as her clitoris throbbed and her own orgasm began.
“I’m cumming,” she wailed, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you,” she whimpered to Tom. “I’m cumming for you, Tom,” she sighed out loud. She was telling us both.
Tom and Z lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "God, what a fuck you are, Z. I can't believe it." His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen—as his sperm dripped out of Z I was confronted with the unmistakable evidence that another man had discharge his seed in my wife's cunt. When he rolled over I could see Z's dilated vagina and the thin stream of Tom’s ejaculate trickling out of her cunt into her still-distended anus gaping open below, filling that private hole as well.
Tom followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her anus. Z shifted position a little for him to make it easier for him to get them up inside as she looked at him and smiled, a little gesture of intimacy and comfort with each other that told me she was his. And then they both turned their heads toward me, smiling.
"Thanks, Larson. I loved fucking your wife. And I’m gonna have to do it again. A lot more times. Pretty much, I’m gonna fuck her every day I’m here, man.” He wasn't exactly asking permission. It was very matter-of-fact. And I realized he was right. And that I liked that.
”Absolutely,” I answered. “I want to see her suck you off and swallow you, and I can’t wait until you cum in her ass, too.” Z smiled at me and laughed happily.
“I wanted Tom to cum in my vagina the first time—like on a honeymoon, you know?” she teased. “But I’d love it if you’d cum in my ass right now.”
With a start I realized she was talking to me. I was ready. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and got between Z’s legs.
“Let me help,” Tom offered, scooting around above Z’s head and pulling her legs back and down to lift her bottom up for me and open it. Her anus was still dilated a little and slippery from Tom’s having been in her, his semen having trickled down into her, so there was no resistance at all as I slipped my nearly-bursting cock into her and sank it in all the way.
Z reached up with her hands for Tom’s now-flaccid penis, which was dangling just above her mouth as he knelt above her to hold her wide for me. She took him between her lips, and I watched her suckle his cock as I stroked in and out of her tight silky hole.
Soon enough, Tom was hard again and Z tipped her head back more to get a better angle for him, her neck arcing up and bulging a little each time she swallowed him in, taking him deep into her throat, her little choking sounds mingling with the liquid sound of my cock in her ass.
“I’m cumming,” Tom gasped, and Z quickened her pace and pulled him into her mouth, gagging a little as his salty semen jetted down her throat, but she sucked and swallowed his sticky discharge, using her fingers to recover what escaped from between her lips.
It was too much for me. I shot my hot load in her rectum as she licked and sucked Tom’s softening cock clean, and I was rewarded with feeling her sphincter contract around my tingling member as she convulsed in her second orgasm. Completely spent, we sprawled exhausted on the bed together, all three of us, Z in the middle.
“God, that was good,” Z exhaled. “I’ve never been so well fucked. Thank you. Thank you both.” She rolled over and kissed Tom, tonguing him deeply and fondling his withered cock. And then she rolled over and kissed me, tongue probing deeply inside me, with her hand on my cock now. And then she put her head in the crook of my arm and snuggled in, sighing softly.
“Tom, would you make sure the door to the front is locked when you leave?” Z asked, still nestled on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed. I felt her very much with me. She was telling Tom it was time for him to leave, and I felt a surge of love, and maybe relief too, that even though his semen was inside her, that even though her cunt was his, she was still mine.
“Sure,” Tom answered. I heard him get up and get dressed, and he patted Z on the bottom as he left. “Thanks, Z,” he called out as he headed for the door. “And you too, Larson. See you tomorrow.”
“Um hum,” Z answered. “When Larson gets home I want you both to fuck me again." She started to get up, then settled back, turning her head toward me and Tom. "One in each hole,” she called out, laughing. She lifted up her head and turned it to look at Tom as he glanced back, hesitating in the doorway. “The two of you can argue about who gets which hole,” she teased, and turned back to me with that exotic sparkle in her eyes that I had learned to love.
We heard Tom going down the steps and the door close. Z raised up on her elbow and looked in my eyes. “It's what you asked for, isn't it, honey—isn't that what you wanted me to do? Did you mind it too much when I was thinking about him, cumming for him? Because I was thinking about you, too, you know. Thinking about you watching me do it. I love it that you saw how much I liked it, that it was OK for you."
"No, it wasn’t too much, Z. It’s exactly as I wanted it,” I told her. “The sex was great. But so is this, with you here with me afterwards.” She smiled up at me.
“I’ll always be here with you. I love you, Larson. I liked having Tom fuck me, but I love you. Are we going to keep doing it? Can I fuck Tom again tomorrow? You both said you want me to.”
“And you do too, don’t you?” I asked her.
“Yes. I do.” She smiled up at me. “I really liked it, even more than I thought I would. I like having two men fuck me more than I like having just you fuck me. Thank you for letting me, for making me do it. And I do want to do it again. Maybe tomorrow, if I’m not too sore. Yes, tomorrow for sure. But we'll wait for you, no matter how wet I get.”
She giggled with remembered pleasure and the teasing, and the contractions of her laugh caused some of Tom’s semen to gurgle out of her cunt. We both looked down between her legs and she opened them some more so I could see it better. We laughed happily together as the sticky evidence of what he had done, of what she had done, of what we had done, drizzled out of her vagina onto the sheets.
She smiled up at me. "That's Tom's cum dripping out of my pussy. I’m so glad I took his condom off. I knew you wouldn’t mind, and I wanted him in me so much, more than anything right then. I wanted him to get to really fuck me, and it doesn’t seem like fucking unless he gets to go inside. I wanted to feel him in me, and to let him feel my insides.”
And then, she looked up at me with a start, “Oh, my! I hope he didn’t make me pregnant.” What a thought! But after a pause, she calmed down with, “I think my period’s in a couple of days, so we’re probably OK.”. She was quiet for a minute. “Maybe we should have him cum in my bottom on my fertile days so only you can go in my vagina when I’m ovulating." She thought about it. Cocked her head. Smiled. "Or not. Maybe you'd like him to fuck a baby into me. Would you like to have him impregnate me? Instead of you? Would you mind? It would be very hot. Wouldn't it?”
It was a shocking thought, and the butterflies jumped up in my stomach. But it was incredibly erotic at the same time, and my cock twitched up; Z noticed it. Arousal had won out.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Z purred.
“Sounds good to me,” I answered quietly, and kissed her, not knowing if I really wanted that, if I wanted him to own my wife's womb. I didn’t know what would happen with Tom fucking Z without protection or birth control, but we’d find out soon enough. “But you’re not fertile tomorrow, so I think you’ll get both of us in all three holes no matter what we eventually decide about that.” She laughed up at me, happy, content, satisfied. And then she put her head down in my lap and went to sleep.