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How Mike got the Harley

We were in the kitchen getting ready for supper when there was a knock on the back door. Our neighbor Steve came in. This wasn't unusual, since Steve was an old friend of ours. We each had a knock-and-enter policy in our homes.

"Hi, Steve", we both said, and I went back to chopping vegetables for our supper, assuming the two of you were going to wander off for guy-talk. But Steve came up behind me and was standing very close as I was working. I could just feel the heat of his body, but didn't pay much attention and kept working.

"What brings you here?" you asked.

"Mike, it's about the Harley", Steve said. This was a sore subject. You had bought Steve's old Harley 9 months ago and was making payments up until 3 months ago when we had some unexpected expenses. Steve had been patient so far, but the balance was $500 and it had been heavy on your mind.

"Steve, you know what's been going on here. The truck transmission when out, then the water heater...."

"I know, Mike, I know. But I have a solution that I think will make everyone happy. We can barter." Steve offered. And he moved a fraction closer to me.

"What kind of barter?", you ask, eagerly. Thinking that you can do some odd jobs for him or something.

"It's simple. I will wipe the slate clean and sign over the title to the bike in exchange for one thing".

"Name it, buddy", you responded.

"I get to fuck Carol" Steve said in a rush, his breath on my neck as he moved even closer to me.

I stopped chopping the vegetables. You looked dumbfounded. It was silent in the room.

"Steve, are you serious?" you asked, but I could tell that the idea turned you on.

"Quite serious. I've wanted to get inside this woman for years", he answered, his hand coming around me and cupping my breast, his face near my ear inhaling the scent of my hair. I have to admit that even though I was shocked, I was getting aroused. Steve was not bad looking, and I had seen the way he had looked at me for years.

"You'd give me Harley if I let you fuck my wife? You're serious?"

"Very serious. I get to fuck her all night. Tomorrow the Harley is yours" he said, sounding so hopeful and bold at the same time. His hand tightened on my breast, as if to hold on and claim me, fearful that you would say no and throw him out of the house

But you didn't say no. You didn't throw him out of the house. You were on the other side of the kitchen island, but I knew that you were getting hard. I knew that look in your eyes when you are aroused, and the thought of Steve fucking me was turning you on big time.

You looked at me, and recognized that I was turned on too. Steve was squeezing both my breasts now, and my nipples were hard. I was not making any protest. "Honey?" you asked, and I silently nodded my consent. You looked back at Steve.

"It's a deal. You get to fuck my wife. All night. But on one condition".

"Name it", Steve said, his hands trembling on my breasts as he realized that he was going to get what he wanted.

"I get to watch"

Chapter 2 Steve wasted no time. He was like a kid who thought that something was going to be taken away at any minute, that you or I might change our minds. So he bent me over the kitchen island and began to run his hands all over my body. Then he lifted my skirt and bunched it up around my waist. I felt the cool air on my legs, then on my ass as he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside. I heard the hiss of his zipper as he undid his jeans and pulled them down and kicked them aside. I dared not turn around, I was still a little in shock from this turn of events. There I was, naked from the waist down. Steve was preparing to put his cock inside me, one hand on my hip and the other guiding his cock into position…... And my husband was watching…… For a moment I had forgotten about you. I looked over to where you were standing, wondering what I would see in your eyes. It was lust, pure lust. You were watching your best friend getting ready to fuck your wife….and I could see through your shorts that you were hard as a rock. And then I gasped, because Steve pushed himself into me in one smooth movement, all the way to the balls. I gripped the countertop with the shock of it. Steve was about the same size as you, but maybe a bit thicker. Thank goodness my pussy was already wet, because he didn’t ease in slowly. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the heat and feel of my pussy. And then he began to move. Slowly at first, getting a feel for my body. My body rocked back and forth on the countertop. And then he went faster. Harder. Deeper. I gripped the edge of the countertop to steady myself from this hot, exquisite onslaught . I was so wet, so turned on. The vegetables on the countertop scattered everywhere as I tried to steady myself from the pounding, but I didn’t care. The feeling was so hot, so wrong, and so damn good at the same time. I was getting fucked in my own kitchen. By my husband’s best friend. While my husband was watching us. Incredible!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Was that me that had cried out? Was that me making such wild noises? My orgasm smashed into me the same time that Steve stiffened and made a soft roaring sound, grabbing my shoulder with one of his hands and jamming himself into me as far as he could while his cock spurted cum deep into my pussy. His hips thrashed against me as he pulsed, spurted, emptied himself. Eventually his body stilled, and he leaned over against me. His cock softened and shrank out of me. He stood up shakily, and I tried to do the same, but you stopped me. “No, stay there. I want to see”, you said. I looked over my shoulder and saw you staring at my pussy, at Steve’s cum dripping out of my pussy. You were stroking your cock through your shorts as you gazed at the sight. Eventually I stood up and faced the two of you. You were more aroused than I had seen you in years. Steve was a little shaky, sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. We were all silent, not knowing what to say or do next. It was Steve who broke the silence. “ The deal was for all night, but I need a bit of help for round two”, he said. His cock was limp. He looked at his cock, and then at me. “I’ve always been wondering what those lips of your would feel like,” he said pointedly. I looked at you for confirmation, and you nodded. I went to the chair and knelt before it. Took Steve’s cock in my mouth, and began to lick, suck, and taste him. His cum and my juices. He began to grow stiff again. Lengthen. His hands came up and gripped my head, holding me in place. He began to groan. “Hey, buddy, let’s share this experience” Steve said to you. “If you don’t mind seconds”, he laughed. I couldn’t turn my head to see your face, because Steve was holding me in place as I sucked his cock. But I could imagine the lust in your eyes as you stripped off your shorts and knelt behind me. My pussy was wide open to you as I knelt in from of Steve and sucked him. My pussy was glistening with Steve’s cum as you put your cock into me and began to fuck me. The feeling, the experience was incredible. I had never done this before. I was sucking one man while another was fucking me from behind. Both of you were making wild animalistic sounds, and so was I. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of passion as we all worked our way upward, each to our own climax. You were the one to cum first. You had been so aroused that you were near the edge before you put your cock into me. You let out a loud moan, and released your cum into me. “That’s it, buddy!” gasped Steve, approaching his own release. “Fill that hot pussy up!” And that’s exactly what you did, your hips banging hard into me as your cock spurted. I was already full of Steve’s cum, so your juices were leaking out of me and running down my thighs. I was moaning and crying out, but Steve’s cock was in my mouth so it was muffled as I sucked him toward climax. And he reached it moments later, filling my mouth with his next load. Hot, sticky, salty. Pulse, spurt, pulse. I swallowed as best I could, savoring the taste of him and the excitement of the situation. I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, milking the last drop from him until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out of my mouth. We all were limp. You and I were collapsed on the floor, Steve was gasping in the kitchen chair. Eventually, our breathing returned to normal. And I wondered what was next. Steve had said all night…….. “How about you finish fixing that supper you were working on,” Steve said. “We’re all going to need our strength”, he chuckled.

Chapter 3 It was a good thing that I had begun to cook dinner, because we did indeed need our strength that night…….but let me continue…… I got to my feet and felt your cum and Steve’s running down my leg. I could taste Steve’s cum in my mouth. The evening all seemed so unreal, like a dream. Was this all really happening? I grabbed a towel to clean myself but Steve’s voice stopped me. “No”, he said. “Don’t clean up. I want to see our cum on your legs. And don’t get dressed either. I want you naked.” I looked at you and you nodded, looking as dazed as me at this turn of events. But I also saw lust in your eyes. You liked watching Steve fuck me. You liked watching me suck him as you fucked me from behind. This all had to be a dream….. I cooked dinner completely naked. I could feel your eyes and Steve’s watching my body as I worked. I could almost feel the heat of your stares on me as I cooked, working on autopilot. Soon your stares begin to affect me, along with the feel of the wet sticky cum on my thighs. Autopilot shut down and arousal kicked in. I began to move my hips provocatively as I worked. I would lean over the counter more than I had to in order to reach a spice…..my ass displayed for both of you to enjoy. After about 10 minutes of this, I slipped the casserole into the oven and glanced over my shoulder. Both of you were staring at me in lust, stroking your cocks as you watched my body move. The sight your two hard cocks was electrifying for me. I managed my most sultry look and slowly sat back and laid down on the lower part of the kitchen island, where the kids would sit to eat. It was the perfect height, although I had to prop myself up on my elbows since it was so narrow. “Anybody want an appetizer before dinner?”, I managed, amazed at my boldness. You jumped up, but Steve stopped you. “Hey, she’s mine tonight not yours”, and you reluctantly backed off. I can’t remember the last time I had seen you that aroused. Your cock was so big and hard, I could tell it was painful. Steve walked up the counter, still stroking his cock. I thought he was going to fuck me again and my pussy was wet, waiting for him. But to my surprise, he put his strong arms under my hips and legs, and lowered his mouth to my pussy, inhaling my scent. “Mmmmmm, I do love a good creampie”, he said, and ran his tongue from my pussy to my clit. I gasp, not believing he is eating my pussy when it’s so full of cum. He presses his lips against me and begins to taste and explore. I groan and arch my back against him, and soon my hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The feeling is incredible! I had a fleeting thought of what you were thinking seeing me like this, but the thought fled as my orgasm began to build. Steve pushed me higher toward the brink, his mouth sucking on my clit as his fingers worked inside me. The brink came with a scream. Was that me screaming? I could feel myself flying, falling as I had the most shattering orgasm I think I’ve ever had. I shook, I shuddered, I held onto Steve’s hair for dear life as I came and came and came. Eventually my body went limp and Steve was gone. When had he stood up? I opened my eyes and saw him standing there over me. Looking pleased. Looking possessive. Looking like he was not done with me yet, from the look of his hard cock. I looked around for you and saw you right where you were before, a glazed lustful look in your eyes, still stroking your cock. You obviously liked what you were watching. As I said, Steve was not done with me yet, not by a long shot…….as I lay there trying to recover, he stepped forward and pulled me to the edge of the counter. He slowly, deliberately spread my legs apart. Reached down and wrapped his arms around my thighs. And slowly pulled me and my pussy onto his hard cock. I gasped as his cock filled my pussy for the second time that night. He adjusted his position, holding me in place with his arms around me thighs. I was aware that I couldn’t have moved away or escaped him; he held me locked in place on his cock. Not that I wanted to escape…. He began to move. Slowly at first, pulling out to the tip of his cock then slowly burying himself deep up to this balls. The rhythm increased. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Until he was slapping himself into me in a hard rhythm that had me moaning and gasping. He had cum twice already so he was not going to cum really quick this third time. He was going to be fucking me like this a while until he came. And then fucking me some more all night…….I was dimly aware that my pussy was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. This felt too fucking good to offer any protest….. “Mike”, Steve said, his voice ragged as he pumped deeply into me. “I think that sexy mouth of hers needs some attention”. I had frankly forgotten about you. I looked over to where you were, but you had moved already. You were standing at the other side of the counter behind me. You eased me onto my back onto the counter; I had been propped up on my elbows. Steve never missed a bit of rhythm as he continued to fuck me. The counter was narrow, so my head hung off the end, my neck bent backward. My mouth opened for you……and you slid your cock past my lips. Into my mouth, my throat. I had been deep throating you for years, but never from this position. You got the feel you wanted, not wanting to choke me. Your rhythm increased until you two were in perfect rhythm with each other. Words can’t express the sensation of being fucked from both ends at the same time. Steve in my pussy, you in my mouth. It was different from when I was in the doggie position. I had some freedom of movement in that position. But now I was on my back, completely helpless to the onslaught. I braced myself against the edge of the counter as both of you fucked me in perfect synchrynous time. I could hear both of you groan as you worked toward your peak. Steve came first, gripping my hips even tighter as he spurted and spasmed and filled me with his cum again. Soon I can hear your breathing grow ragged as you near your own climax. “Oh baby, oh baby, ohhhhhh shit!!!” you cry out as you begin to cum. I have always loved the taste of your cum. I swallow eagerly, but find that I can’t keep up in this upside down position. Your cum dribbles out of the corner of my mouth, dribbling down my face and into my hair as you shake and pulse and fill my mouth beyond capacity. I suck and lick and drain you until you can’t stand it anymore and pull out. What a sight we must have made! I lay there limp and gasping on the countertop, cum dripping from my pussy and mouth. Both of you are leaning against the counter for support, your cocks limp and glistening with your cum and my juices. Gradually our breathing returns to normal………. And the oven timer dings…….time to refuel. Like Steve said, we’re all going to need our strength.