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The Unexpected Night

I really didn't expect the evening to wind up like this, but here I was, sprawled naked on the hotel room couch, my hard cock throbbing in the open air. Linda, my wife's college roommate, knelt between my spread legs, her massive 38DD tits pressing firmly against my inner thighs, the soft, warm flesh spilling over as she leaned in. Her full lips wrapped around one of my balls, sucking gently, her tongue swirling over the sensitive skin while her hand gripped my shaft, stroking up and down with slow, deliberate pumps. Precum beaded at the tip, slicking her fingers as she worked me.

In the background, my wife swayed drunkenly to the pulsing music from her phone connected to the hotel Bluetooth speaker, her curvy 36C-24-36 body completely bare, her big fake tits bouncing with each hip grind. She held a buzzing vibrator against her swollen clit, moaning loudly as her pussy lips glistened with arousal, juices dripping down her thighs.

It started innocently enough—a casual dinner at a local restaurant to catch up with Linda, who my wife had reconnected with on Facebook. Linda was in town for a pharmaceutical convention, and she'd messaged my wife about us showing her around. I'd met her briefly years ago at our wedding, where she was a bridesmaid, but damn, she looked different now.

She was recently divorced, and the divorce had definitely transformed her: twenty pounds lighter, a subtle facelift sharpening her features, and those new, implants-enhanced tits that strained against her tight blouse. At 5'5 and 130 pounds, half Mexican and half Irish, she was a thick, toned bombshell—38DD-25-40 curves that screamed sex. Her long dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders, streaked with light highlights, framing a face that could pass for porn star Richelle Ryan's, especially that hungry, fuck-me expression she wore.

My wife was no slouch either—a total knockout with her Selma Hayek vibe, those perfect fake C-cups perky and round, her 36-24-36 figure poured into a low-cut tank top that barely contained her cleavage and a short pleated skirt that rode up her ass cheeks when she walked. She was buzzing with excitement to see her old roommate, giggling about their college days over appetizers at the restaurant.

We've been swinging for years, dipping into the lifestyle with other couples and singles, but we keep it under wraps from vanilla friends. Early on, my wife confessed her bisexuality, spinning tales of hookups with Linda back in school—fumbling girl-on-girl experiments in dorm rooms, fingers sliding into wet pussies, tongues lapping at nipples. But Linda always chased cock, my wife said, preferring to get railed by frat guys after a few drinks. Linda had no clue about our swinger side until tonight. All I knew from the stories was that she was a wild party girl in college, spreading her legs for anyone with a decent dick, loving the feel of cum filling her up or splattering her tits.

Dinner flowed into drinks at a nearby bar, the three of us laughing about old times. My wife got tipsy fast, her hand sneaking under the table to squeeze my thigh, whispering how hot it was seeing Linda again, ‘Doesn’t she look good,” she said.

Linda matched us drink for drink, her eyes lingering on my wife's cleavage, then flicking to me with a sly smile. The bar had a small dance floor, and Linda said,” I want to dance!” She then grabbed my wife’s hand and mine and escorted to the the packed dance floor. They first started dancing provocatively together, touching each other, as I stood to the side and enjoyed the scene. I obviously didn’t want to be to forward, and didn’t know were this was going, until my wife and Linda pulled me into the middle. My wife grabbed my hands and guided them to Linda’s ass, and yelled into my ear over the music,” You want to fuck her don’t you babe!,” I nodded my head up and down, and with that, she took both of our hands and guided us of the floor.

“Let’s go she said, I’m horny.”

Linda replied,” Me too, my hotel is close.”

We stumbled back to the Linda's room where she was staying for the convention, since it was only three blocks away—I could feel the sexual tension.

'God, I've missed this,' my wife slurred, kicking off her heels as we piled into the suite. The room was dimly lit, king bed unmade, a bottle of wine chilling on the nightstand. Linda poured glasses, her skirt hugging her wide hips and firm ass as she bent over. 'To old friends and new adventures,' she toasted, clinking her glass against ours.

We sprawled on the couch and chairs, chatting turning flirty. My wife teased Linda about their college escapades, blushing as she admitted, 'We got pretty handsy a few times. Remember that night with the tequila? Your tongue on my pussy had me screaming.' Linda laughed, but her cheeks flushed, eyes darkening. 'Yeah, I was a crazy back then. Couldn't get enough cock—or pussy, apparently.' She glanced at me, biting her lip. 'Bet you've tamed her since then, huh?'

I shrugged, playing it cool, but my cock twitched in my pants. My wife, emboldened by the booze, stood and did a playful twirl, her skirt flipping up to flash her bare pussy—no panties, of course. I had no clue when she had taken them off.

'Tamed? Nah, he's just along for the ride.' Linda's gaze locked on my wife's smooth-shaven mound, and she licked her lips. 'Fuck, you're still gorgeous. Those tits... mind if I feel?' What happened next blurred into a haze of hands and mouths. My wife pulled Linda up, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. I watched, heart pounding, as they kissed—deep, tongues tangling, my wife's hands cupping Linda's massive tits through her blouse. Buttons popped, fabric tore, and soon blouses were off, bras unhooked. My wife's fake C-cups bounced free, nipples hard as diamonds, while Linda's 38DD implants jiggled hypnotically, dark areolas pebbled and begging for attention.

'Get naked, babe,' my wife commanded me, her voice husky. I stripped fast, cock springing out fully erect, veins pulsing. The women broke their kiss to stare, Linda moaning approval. 'Holy shit, that's a nice dick.' She dropped to her knees before I could sit, shoving me back onto the couch. Her tits dragged along my legs as she nuzzled my balls, inhaling my scent before sucking one into her hot mouth, her hand fisting my shaft.

Meanwhile, my wife grabbed the vibrator from her purse—a thick, rabbit-style one she'd packed 'just in case.' She cranked it on, the buzz filling the room as she danced naked, skirt discarded. At this point I definitely knew my wife had probably planned for this, or hoped that it would go this way. Her hips rolled seductively, one hand pinching her nipple while the other pressed the toy to her clit, circling her engorged nub. 'Watch me, girls,' she gasped, pussy lips parting to reveal her pink inner folds, slick and ready.

Linda's mouth moved to my other ball, sucking harder, her tongue flicking the seam while she pumped my cock faster, thumb smearing precum over the head. Her free hand reached back to hike up her skirt, fingers dipping into her own soaked pussy—I could hear the wet schlick as she fingered herself. 'Mmm, your balls taste so good,' she murmured, popping off to lick a long stripe up my shaft. 'Bet this cock feels even better buried in my wet pussy'

My wife staggered closer, eyes glazed with lust. 'Share him, Lin. I want to taste you on his dick.' She knelt beside Linda, their tits mashing together—fake perfection rubbing against enhanced glory. My wife leaned in, her tongue joining Linda's on my cock, lapping at the underside while Linda sucked the tip into her mouth. They traded off, sloppy and eager: my wife deepthroating me until her gag reflex kicked in, strings of saliva dripping down my balls, then Linda taking over, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, tits slapping my thighs.

The vibrator stayed wedged against my wife's clit, her body shuddering as she neared orgasm. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum,' she whimpered, grinding harder. Juices squirted lightly onto the carpet, her pussy clenching visibly. Linda pulled off my cock with a gasp. 'Do it, cum for us.' She dove back down, sucking my balls again while stroking me furiously.

My wife's climax hit hard—she cried out, legs buckling, the toy buzzing relentlessly as waves of pleasure rocked her. She collapsed against the couch, panting, but her hand immediately went to Linda's head, pushing her friend's face toward my cock. 'Suck him good. I want to see you choke on it.'

Linda obliged, taking me deep, throat relaxing around my length. Gags escaped her, but she pushed on, tears smearing her mascara, that Richelle Ryan fuck-face twisted in ecstasy. Her fingers plunged into her own pussy now, three digits stretching her tight hole, ass cheeks clenching as she fucked herself. I groaned, hips bucking, fighting the urge to blow my load down her throat.

My wife recovered enough to join, her mouth on Linda's neck, biting softly before sliding down to suck on one of those huge tits. She latched onto the nipple, suckling hard, making Linda moan around my cock. The vibrations shot straight to my balls. 'Switch,' my wife demanded, pulling Linda up by the hair. They kissed again, sharing my taste, then my wife guided Linda's pussy over my face while she mounted my cock. Linda's cunt hovered inches from my mouth—plump lips puffy and dripping, a trimmed landing strip of dark hair above her clit. I grabbed her toned ass, pulling her down, tongue spearing into her folds. She was tangy and sweet, walls fluttering as I lapped at her entrance, sucking her clit between my lips.

'Oh god, yes, eat my pussy,' she begged, grinding on my face.

My wife sank onto my cock reverse cowgirl, her tight pussy enveloping me inch by inch. Those fake tits jiggled as she bottomed out, ass cheeks spreading against my hips. She rode me hard, the vibrator now pressed to her own ass, teasing her hole. 'Fuck, your dick fills me so good,' she moaned, bouncing faster, her juices coating my balls.

Linda faced my wife, their tits rubbing as they made out, hands exploring. Linda reached down to rub my wife's clit while she rode me, pinching and circling. I thrust up into my wife, tongue-fucking Linda's pussy, feeling her thighs quake. The room smelled of sex—sweat, cum, arousal—music thumping in the background.

It didn't take long. My wife's second orgasm built quick, her pussy clamping like a vice around my shaft. 'Cum with me!' she yelled, slamming down. I complied, and I exploded inside her, ropes of hot cum flooding her depths, spilling out around my cock as she milked me dry. Linda also going into her first orgasm, came all over my face seconds later, her juices gushing over my chin, body convulsing.

We collapsed in a heap, sticky and spent, but the night was young. Linda grinned, wiping her mouth. 'You two are swingers, aren't you? Fuck, this is gonna be one hell of a reunion.' My wife laughed, pulling her closer. 'Welcome to the lifestyle, roomie.’

We disentangled our sweaty limbs from the couch, breaths still ragged from the first frenzy, her massive 38DD tits heaving with each inhale. My wife, flushed and glowing, traced a finger along Linda's toned thigh, dipping into the slick mess between her legs. 'Round two,' my wife purred, her voice thick with renewed hunger. 'I want to see you take his cock everywhere, Lin. And I'll help.'

Linda stood on shaky legs, peeling off her skirt to reveal her bare, dripping pussy—plump folds swollen from her orgasm, a thin trail of her arousal snaking down her inner thigh. She bent over the arm of the couch, arching her back to present her ass, cheeks parting slightly to show her tight pink hole above her soaked slit. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, looking over her shoulder with that Richelle Ryan glare, pure filth. 'Start with my pussy—stretch me out.'

My cock, still semi-hard from the last load, twitched back to life at the sight. I positioned myself behind her, gripping her wide hips, thumbs digging into the firm ass. The head of my dick nudged her entrance, parting her labia with a wet slide. She was drenched, her walls hot and velvety as I pushed in, inch by thick inch of my 6 inch cock, until my balls pressed against her clit. Linda gasped, pushing back to take me deeper, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my shaft. 'Yes, fill my cunt,' she moaned, her voice breaking.

I started thrusting, slow at first to savor the grip, then harder, my hips slapping against her ass with sharp smacks. Her tits swung pendulously beneath her, nipples grazing the couch fabric. My wife knelt in front of Linda, spreading her own legs wide to finger her cum-filled pussy while watching. 'God, look at that dick disappearing into you,' she whispered, then leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at Linda's clit where it peeked from her stretched lips.

Linda bucked at the contact, her pussy fluttering wildly around me. My wife's mouth worked eagerly—sucking Linda's nub, tongue circling it in firm laps while her fingers spread the folds wider for better access. I could feel the vibrations of Linda's moans through her body, her inner muscles squeezing my cock like a fist. 'Eat her good, babe,' I grunted, pounding deeper, the angle hitting her G-spot with each plunge. Juices leaked out around my shaft, mixing with my wife's saliva, dripping onto the floor.

My wife didn't stop there. She slid two fingers alongside my cock, pushing them into Linda's pussy to stretch her further, scissoring inside while her tongue delved lower, tasting where we joined. Linda screamed, her body trembling, ass cheeks quivering against my pelvis. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum again—don't stop!' I ramped up the pace, slamming into her, balls tightening as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed, milking me hard, and I followed seconds later, pumping thick spurts of cum deep into her core, overflowing and trickling down her thighs.

We paused only to catch our breath, my cock slipping out with a obscene squelch, coated in our mixed fluids. Linda's pussy gaped slightly, cum bubbling from her hole. My wife dove in fully now, her face buried between Linda's cheeks, tongue scooping out the load and swallowing greedily. 'Mmm, our tastes together,' she murmured, lapping at the sensitive walls, making Linda whimper and grind back.

'Now the ass,' Linda begged, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing that puckered ring, still untouched but begging for it. I grabbed lube from the nightstand—my wife always packed for fun—and slicked my reviving cock, then drizzled some over her hole. She relaxed as I pressed the tip against it, the tight muscle yielding slowly. Inch by inch, I sank into her ass, the heat and friction intense, her ring gripping me like a vice. 'Oh shit, it's so full,' Linda hissed, her hand flying to her clit to rub furious circles. I held still at first, letting her adjust, then began shallow thrusts, building to full strokes that buried me to the hilt. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each impact, the sight driving me wild. My wife positioned herself under Linda, on her back now, head between her legs. She alternated between sucking Linda's cum-dripping pussy and tonguing her stretched ass around my pistoning cock, the added wetness making everything slicker. Linda rode the dual assault, her body rocking between us—pushing back onto my dick in her ass while grinding her pussy onto my wife's face. 'Lick my clit while he reams my shithole,' she panted, and my wife obliged, her tongue flicking rapidly, nose buried in the folds. I reached around to pinch Linda's swinging tits, twisting the hard nipples, eliciting sharp cries. The pressure built fast in her ass, tighter than her pussy, and I fucked her relentlessly, skin slapping skin.

My wife's hands roamed, one fingering Linda's pussy while the other teased her own ass, but soon she focused solely on pleasuring her friend. Linda came explosively, her ass clenching so hard it nearly pushed me out, waves of her release soaking my wife's chin. I thrust through it, grunting as I unloaded again, hot jets filling her bowels until it leaked around my shaft, white rivulets mixing with lube.

Pulling out, I watched her hole wink shut, cum seeping from both entrances. Linda collapsed forward onto my wife, their bodies entwining in a sweaty heap. 'Your turn to make me cum without him,' Linda said, voice husky. My wife grinned, rolling them so she was on top, their legs scissoring together. She ground her pussy against Linda's, clits bumping in slick friction, fake tits mashing against those massive implants.

I sank into the nearby chair, cock spent but stirring at the view, stroking lazily as I recovered. They kissed fiercely, tongues dueling, hands everywhere—my wife pinching Linda's nipples while Linda's fingers plunged into my wife's ass, pumping in and out. 'Taste yourself on me,' my wife moaned, breaking the kiss to trail bites down Linda's neck to her breasts. She latched onto one dark nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing, while her hand worked between them, fingers circling both clits in tandem.

Linda arched, her toned abs flexing, and flipped my wife onto her back. She straddled her face reverse, lowering her cum-filled pussy onto my wife's eager mouth. 'Clean me up, then I'll fuck you.' My wife tongued deep, slurping the remnants from both holes, her own pussy exposed and weeping. Linda bent forward, spreading my wife's thighs to bury her face in that smooth slit, tongue spearing inside while her fingers rubbed the tight rosebud below. They devoured each other in a frenzy—wet smacks and moans filling the room, bodies undulating. My wife's legs wrapped around Linda's head, heels digging into her back as she humped upward. Linda's ass flexed above, still glistening from my cum. They switched positions fluidly: my wife on top now, tribbing hard, pussies grinding with squelching sounds, clits swollen and sliding. 'Cum with me, like old times,' my wife gasped, and Linda did, their bodies shuddering in unison, juices mingling in a messy flood.

They collapsed side by side on the bed, their sweat-slicked bodies heaving with ragged breaths, soft giggles bubbling up as their hands roamed lazily over each other's heaving tits, pinching nipples and tracing curves. I slid in beside them, my cock still semi-hard and glistening from the intense fucking, throbbing faintly with the aftershocks. Part of me ached to dive back in and pound them both senseless, but my balls were drained, and I needed time to recharge.

“You two should just crash here tonight,” Linda murmured, her voice husky from all the moaning. My wife glanced at me with a sleepy, satisfied nod, her eyes sparkling with mischief. We all tangled up under the sheets, limbs entwined, and drifted off into a deep, exhausted slumber.

Around 4 a.m., I stirred awake with a full bladder and slipped out of bed quietly, padding to the bathroom. When I returned, the room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, and I noticed Linda was awake too, her eyes glinting in the low light as she lay on her side. I climbed back onto the mattress on her side, careful not to jostle my wife, who was still out cold, facing us with her chest rising and falling steadily. Linda leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck me again,” she whispered, her hand already reaching for my thickening cock.

We started slow to keep it stealthy, our lips brushing in soft, hungry kisses that deepened quickly, tongues sliding together as her fingers dug into my shoulders. My hands groped her full tits, kneading the soft flesh and rolling her hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, making her bite her lip to stifle a whimper. She shifted then, turning sideways with her round ass pressing back against my now rock-hard cock, the heat of her skin teasing me. I gripped her hip, lining up my swollen shaft with her dripping pussy—still slick from earlier—and pushed in inch by inch, feeling her tight walls clench around me like a velvet vice.

I began thrusting slowly at first, my hips rolling in a steady rhythm, burying my cock deep inside her with each plunge. One hand snaked around to squeeze her bouncing tits harder, tugging at her nipples while my other braced against the bed to muffle our movements. Linda arched her back, pushing her ass into me, her pussy juices coating my balls as they slapped softly against her. We kept it hushed, breaths coming in sharp, controlled gasps—no words, just the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out, her inner muscles fluttering around me. The thrill of my wife sleeping just inches away made it dirtier, our bodies tense with the risk of getting caught. I picked up the pace, fucking her deeper, my cock stretching her soaked cunt as I ground against her ass. She reached back to claw at my thigh, urging me on silently, and I could feel her building toward release—her pussy tightening like a fist around my shaft. I leaned in, nipping at her neck while pinching her nipple roughly, and that sent her over. She buried her face in the pillow, her body shuddering as she came hard, her juices flooding around my pounding cock, milking me until I couldn't hold back. With a muffled grunt, I thrust one last time, my balls drawing up as I unloaded thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy, filling her until it leaked out around my base. We stayed locked like that for a moment, panting quietly as our heartbeats slowed. “Thank you,” she whispered, turning her head to meet my eyes. “Believe it or not, I haven’t had a cock inside me since my divorce—feels so fucking good to be filled again.”

“I’m glad it was mine stretching you out,” I murmured back, giving her ass a light squeeze as she carefully disentangled herself. She slipped off to the bathroom, her thighs shiny with our mixed fluids, and I scooted toward the middle of the bed, pulling the covers over me. Sleep claimed me fast, the taste of secrecy lingering on my lips.

Morning light crept in too soon, and we all stirred with awkward smiles, exchanging goodbyes at the door like nothing had happened. Linda hugged my wife tightly, then shot me a quick, knowing wink before heading out—leaving the air thick with unspoken promises of more.

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