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The Gift of Pussy

"Happy birthday, Honey!" My wife exclaims, throwing her arms around me and planting a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help but notice the mischievous glint in her eye.

"I have a special surprise for you,” she said, as she gestures to the corner of the room, where a woman is standing, looking a little nervous. It's Monica, her friend and college roommate. I've always had a bit of a thing for her - who wouldn't, with her tight little body and those luscious double Ds? and looked like a little known Porn Star Alina Bella, But she's always been married, and she's never been part of our swinger circle. I didn’t even know that she was aware of our secret. I still couldn’t believe that her husband had cheated on her after 15 years of marriage. My wife had hinted that Monica was a little nervous going back into the dating world and having sexual relations with another man after being with one man the past 15 years.

My cock immediately start to twitch in my pants as I took in the sight of her. She's was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, pushing those massive tits up and her long, dark hair cascades down her shoulders in loose waves. The dress was short and bearly covered her round ass.

“She's looking to get back out there," my wife had explained. "I thought it would be fun if the three of us went out and showed her a good time."

I raise an eyebrow at Liz, feeling my excitement grow. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I ask, my voice low and husky.

Liz grins and nods. "I thought we could have a little threesome fun," she says. "What do you think, Are you up for it?"

I don't even need to think about it. The idea of getting to fuck both my wife and Monica was too good to pass up. "Hell yes, I'm up for it," I say, pulling my wife in for another kiss.

My wife was a looked in her own right, at 5’1 115 pounds she was all tits and ass. My wife was a personal trainer and even after kids she kept herself looking better than most 20 year olds. And her sex drive was pornographic, able to fuck for hours and take multiple cocks a night.

We made our way to the nightclub, and the three of us danced and drank, getting to know more and what turned us on as the night went on. I can feel the heat radiating off Monica's body as we grind together on the dance floor, and I can't resist reaching out to run my hands over her curves, and squeezing.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I murmur in her ear, my lips brushing against her earlobe. She shivers and leans into me, and I took that as a sign to keep going. I then slip my hand under her dress, finding her bare ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I felt she was a little nervous at first, and flinched a little in the beginning, but quickly settled in, especially after a couple of drinks.

Monica moaned in my and grinding against me, with her own hands wandering over my chest and abs. I can feel my dick straining against my pants, desperate to be released.

During some points I was being sandwiched between Monica and my wife, and my wife and Monica grinding on each other, which definitely got the attention of party goers around us.

At some points during the evening, I also caught my wife dancing with other strangers, and being groped. My wife was a cross between Minka Kelly and Selma Hayek, and definitely commanded attention. I’m not going to lie, that turned me on to.

After what feels like an eternity, we finally make our way back to the house. I can hardly wait to get Monica out of that dress and into my bed, and the two blue pills I had taken were definitely kicking in. But first, I need to take care of one thing.

I push Monica up against the wall and kiss her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roam over her body, lifting her dress exposing her ass, and groping her massive tits. She moaned and grind against me, her hands reaching down to cup my dick through my pants.

"Fuck, you're so big," she breathes, her eyes wide with desire.

I smirk and undid my pants, letting my dick spring free. Monica's eyes widen even further as she takes in the sight of it, and she dropped to her knees without hesitation. I didn’t have the biggest cock, at a little over 6 inches long, but definitely made up for it with girth and huge mushroom tip.

She wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deeper and deeper. I groan and thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she sucks me off. She definitely was sucking my cock like she hadn’t had some in a while.

My wife then came up behind Monica and starts to kiss her neck, her hands wandering over Monica's body tits as she rubbed against her. I can see the desire in my wife’s eyes as she watches Monica sucking my dick, and I know she's was just as turned on as I was.

"Fuck, this is hot," my wife moaned, her hand slipping between Monica's legs to rub her pussy. Monica moans vibrating around my cock, her body trembling with pleasure.

I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I approach my climax. But I was not ready for this to end yet. I pull out of Monica's mouth and lift her up, carrying her over to the bed.

Liz followed us, stripping off her clothes as she was went. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect body, her perfect tits and round ass making my cock twitch with more need.

I lay Monica down on the bed and spread her legs, and buried my face between her thighs and began licking her wet pussy. She moaned and grind her pussy against my face, her hands reaching down to grab onto my hair, yelling,” Fuck!, Fuck!, I needed this!”

My climbed onto the bed next to us, her hand reaching out to play with Monica's tits, pulling her dress down exposing them, as I eat her out. I can feel Monica's orgasm building, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her tits were magnificent, better than I could have imagined. They were big, with big nipples, almost the size of the tip of my pinky finger. They were honestly some of the biggest nipples I have ever seen.

I slip a finger inside her pussy, fucking her with it, I continue to lick and suck her clit. It was like opening a spigot, juices began flowing from her pussy.

Her body began to tremble as I licked and fucked her with my finger, and my wife sucked on her nipples. She was close, so close, and I could feel it in the way her pussy tightened around my digit, her legs stiffening. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch as she approached her climax. "I'm gonna cum!"

Monica's eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, her long dark hair fanning out across the pillow as her first orgasm of the night crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, her pussy spasming around my finger as I continued to lick and suck her clit, eager to wring every last drop of pleasure from her.

Monica's eyes snapped open, and she looked down at me, her pupils blown wide with pleasure. "It's been over a year since I last had an orgasm," she screamed, her voice raw with passion.

"You're wife has told me about your magical tongue," she panted, her voice a mix of amazement and relief. "But I had no idea it was this good."

Her words fueled my desire even more. I looked up at her, smiling, before standing up and positioning myself between her legs. "But we're not done yet," I said, my voice filled with confidence and excitement. "It's time to feel what I can do with more than just my tongue."

Gently, I pushed her legs further apart, my cock standing at attention. She watched me with a mix of anticipation and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, I slipped the tip of my engorged mushroom head into her wet, eager pussy. She gasped as I began to penetrate her, her walls tight after a year of neglect. I took my time, savoring the feeling of her warmth and wetness surrounding me.

"Is it okay?" I asked, not wanting to overwhelm her.

"More," Monica panted, her eyes locked onto mine as she gripped the bed sheets tightly. "It's... it's the biggest I've ever had," she confessed, a hint of amazement in her voice.

Her admission only spurred me on, and I pushed further into her, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate my girth. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't flinch away. Instead, she leaned back, arching her back and pushing her massive tits up, a silent invitation for more.

I took her cue and began to pump my hips, sliding in and out of her with a slow, steady rhythm. Each time I pushed in, her grip on the sheets tightened, and a soft whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. I could see the pain and pleasure mixing in her eyes, a look I've seen on my wife's face countless times before.

I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt with more force, her moans growing louder with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and I watched as her tits bounced with each movement. I reached up and grabbed one, kneading it as I fucked her, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yes," Monica moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Her words were like gasoline on my fire. I began to pound into her with more vigor, my cock slamming into her tight pussy. She was so wet, so warm, and so fucking tight that I had to hold back from exploding immediately. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, and the sound was music to my ears.

As I fucked her, I felt Liz's hands on my back, pushing me deeper into Monica. Then, she straddled her friend’s face, her own wet pussy hovering just above Monica’s mouth. "Open up," she instructed, and Monica obeyed, her eyes widening as Liz's pussy descended upon her.

Suddenly, Liz straddled Monica's face, her own wetness glistening in the dim light of the room. "It's time for you to taste something new," she said with a wink, pushing her pussy down onto Monica's lips.

Monica's eyes went wide as she took in the sight of my wife's dripping pussy just inches from her face. She hesitated for a moment, but then she opened her mouth and began to tentatively lick and suck. Liz's thighs tightened around her head, guiding her and showing her what felt good.

I watched in amazement as Liz began to rock her hips, her juices coating Monica's face. The sight of my wife dominating her was so hot, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Monica's eyes watered a bit, but she took it like a champ, eager to please. Her tongue swirled and danced over Liz's clit, and I could see my wife's body responding, her breathing getting heavier and her moans growing more intense.

Like three stars in a cosmic dance, we reached our peaks in perfect unison. Monica’s pussy tightened around my cock like a vice, her body quivering as she was overcome by a wave of pleasure so intense, it seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a guttural moan ripped from her throat as I felt her juices spurt around me, her walls pulsing as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her life.

As I felt her climax, I couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, I pumped my hips one final time and released my load deep inside her, ropes of hot cum filling her to the brim. Her pussy contracted around me, milking me dry, as I shot stream after stream of my seed into her hungry depths. The sensation was indescribable, and I felt as if I were being torn apart from the sheer intensity of it.

At the same time, Liz's body began to tremble, her hand moving faster over her clit as Monica's tongue worked wonders between her legs. She threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and let out a scream that could have shattered glass. Her orgasm washed over her, sending shockwaves through her body as she came hard on Monica's face.

Monica took it all, her mouth and nose buried in my wife's pussy, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked in the sweet nectar of Liz's climax. I could see the look of pure bliss on my wife's face as she rode the wave of pleasure, her hips bucking uncontrollably.

As my cock emptied into Monica, she moaned and swallowed around my shaft, not wanting to miss a single drop. I could feel her pussy pulsing and contracting around me, her body greedily taking in every last bit of my cum. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to lean down and kiss her, our tongues dancing together as we both reveled in the aftermath of our shared orgasm.

We collapsed on the bed, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs and passion. Monica lay in between us, her breathing heavy and her skin flushed with desire. I pulled out of her, my cock still twitching with aftershocks, and I watched as a trickle of our combined juices leaked out of her pussy, staining the bed sheets beneath her.

That was... incredible," she panted, looking up at us with a dazed expression. "I can't believe..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to find the right ones to express herself.

"How many did you have?" Liz asked, a hint of competitiveness in her voice. She had always loved pushing boundaries and setting new records for the number of orgasms she could have in one session.

Monica looked up at us, her makeup slightly smudged from the passionate encounter. She took a deep breath before speaking, "No more than two," she replied, her voice still a little shaky from the intense experience. She paused, a look of surprise and satisfaction on her face. "Your husband has only been the third man I have been with."

The revelation hung in the air for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the trust and intimacy that had just been shared. Liz leaned down to kiss her, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I had been able to give Monica something she hadn't experienced in over a year.

Monica's eyes searched my wife's, the question unspoken but clear. "How do you do it?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe and curiosity. "How do you handle so much pleasure?"

"It's all about finding the right rhythm," Liz replied with a knowing smile, her hand trailing down my chest. "And being with people who know exactly how to push your buttons." She leaned in closer to Monica, whispering into her ear, "Six times in one night was my record, with three different guys including my husband . And let me tell you, it was one hell of an experience."

Monica's eyes widened in amazement, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "That's... that's incredible," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and envy. "I don't know if I could ever..."

Liz chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'd be surprised what you're capable of once you let go," she said, her hand sliding down to gently stroke Monica's cheek. "Why don't we see if we can get you a little closer to that tonight?"

Monica's eyes widened at the suggestion, but there was no denying the excitement in her voice when she spoke up again. "Could I... could I watch you guys?"

Liz looked at me, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "Why don't you go ahead and sit up," she instructed Monica, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We're going to give you a show you'll never forget."

Without missing a beat, my wife straddled me, her wet pussy sliding down onto my still-hard cock. I groaned as she began to ride me, her tits bouncing in front of Monica's face. Monica watched, her eyes wide and hungry, as my wife's pussy swallowed me up.

Liz sensed my urgency and slid off of me, standing up to saunter over to the dresser where she had left her toy collection. She turned on the music, something with a slow, seductive beat that seemed to pulse through the room. Then she grabbed the 10 inch dildo and a bottle of lube, turning to face us with a mischievous smile.

"Time to show you a little trick," she said, her eyes gleaming. Monica watched, transfixed, as Liz squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the massive toy, her hand sliding up and down the shaft. She then handed the dildo to me and climbed back onto the bed, her legs spread wide.

I took the dildo and watched as Monica's eyes followed it hungrily. She had never seen anything like this before, and the excitement was clear in her expression. I positioned myself at the head of the bed, the toy in my hand, and leaned down to kiss Liz as I began to rub the head against her clit. She moaned into my mouth, her hips rising to meet it.

With a wink to Monica, I pushed the massive toy into Liz's pussy, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She was already so wet from our previous play that it slid in easily, but even so, the sheer size of it had her panting and gripping the sheets. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "It's so big."

I pulled out of her and moved behind Liz. I slid my cock into her ass, and she moaned with pleasure. Monica watched us, her hand between her legs as she played with herself.

Monica sat up, her eyes glued to the dildo as it disappeared into my wife. "Is she okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. I nodded, a smug smile playing on my lips as I watched Liz's body stretch to accommodate the monstrous toy.

"Oh, she's more than okay," I assured her, my eyes never leaving my wife's face. "She loves it."

With each inch of the dildo that disappeared into Liz's pussy, Monica's voice grew louder. "It's so... big," she exclaimed, her hand hovering over her own crotch as if she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself. I took it as a challenge and pushed the toy in deeper, watching the look of pure ecstasy on my wife's face.

Her breathing grew ragged, and her body began to tremble. "Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, her eyes never leaving mine. "Keep going, baby, I'm almost there."

With a final, powerful thrust, I felt Liz's body tighten around the dildo, her muscles spasming as she climaxed. Her orgasm was intense, her body convulsing in pleasure as she screamed out her release. Monica watched in amazement, her hand now buried in her own pussy as she rubbed her clit in time with my movements.

But before my wife could fully recover, I had other plans. With a grin, I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She looked up at me, panting and flushed, and I could see the question in her eyes. "You want it, don't you?" I asked, and she nodded eagerly.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and coated my cock, watching her ass cheeks clench in anticipation. The sight of her, wet and ready, was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned over her, my cock brushing against her rosebud as I whispered, "You're going to take it all, aren't you?"

Monica watched us, her hand never leaving her pussy as she stroked herself with increasing fervor. Her eyes were wide with shock, but her touch grew more insistent, her hips rolling in time with my thrusts.

"Do you want to join?" I asked, my voice low and rough with desire. Monica hesitated, her hand stilling for a brief moment before she nodded frantically. She scooted closer to the bed, her legs spreading as she reached for the dildo that was now slick with Liz's juices.

Liz looked over her shoulder at her, her eyes glazed with passion. "Go ahead," she panted, "but don't stop watching."

Monica took the dildo in hand, her grip shaking slightly as she positioned it at her entrance. With a deep breath, she pushed it inside herself, gasping as she felt the thickness fill her up. The sight of Monica taking charge of her own pleasure was intoxicating, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I began to fuck Liz's ass harder, her moans turning into screams of pleasure that echoed through the room. Her pussy was tight around the toy, her walls pulsing around me as she chased another orgasm. Meanwhile, Monica's hand worked the dildo in and out of herself, her eyes never leaving the sight of my cock disappearing into my wife's ass.

Monica's face was a mask of pure lust and concentration as she pushed herself closer to the edge. She was taking more and more of the toy, her pussy stretching around it, the wet sounds of her self-pleasure filling the air. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick gasps, and her eyes were glazed over with the intensity of her arousal.

But even as she watched us, she couldn't quite manage to take all of the dildo. It was clear she was pushing herself, trying to match the depraved rhythm we had set, but she was still new to this kind of play. Despite her efforts, she couldn't quite get past the halfway point without gasping and slowing down.

I reached back and began to massage Liz's clit with my thumb as I fucked her ass, feeling the beginnings of her third orgasm building. "Come on, baby," I murmured, "you can take it."

Monica's eyes widened as she watched my hand move between Liz's legs. She tried to mimic the motion with the dildo, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as she pushed it deeper into herself. Her face was a mix of pleasure and pain, and I could see the beginnings of another orgasm building in her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, her voice a hoarse rasp. "I'm... I'm gonna cum again."

And cum she did. Monica's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she threw her head back, the dildo buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, her pussy clenching around the toy as if trying to pull it deeper. Her whole body trembled and convulsed with the intensity of it, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

At the same time, Liz's muscles tightened around my cock, her ass gripping me like a vice. "Yes," she screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Her own climax crashed over her, and she collapsed onto the bed, her body spasming as the toy was ripped from her grasp, leaving her pussy gaping and empty.

Monica watched us, her eyes wide and her own orgasm fading. She looked down at the dildo, still buried deep within her, and then back up at us, her hand moving more slowly now as she tried to catch her breath. "I've never... I've never felt anything like that," she whispered, awe and wonder in her voice.

With a final, gentle tug, I pulled the toy from Liz's ass, the sound of it popping out making Monica's eyes widen even further. My cock was still semi-hard, glistening with lube and my wife's juices, and I couldn't resist the urge to show it off.

"Suck it," I instructed her, the command in my voice leaving no room for argument. Monica's eyes darted from my cock to my face, a look of excitement mixed with trepidation. "This is so dirty," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a seductive smile, I nodded. "You know you want to," I said, stroking my still semi-hard cock, watching as a bead of cum slid down the shaft. She leaned in closer, her eyes transfixed on the sight. The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts racing.

Monica hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. Her eyes never left mine as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around me as she tasted the mix of Liz and me. I felt a jolt of pleasure as she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. She was a quick learner, her movements eager and hungry as she worked to bring me back to full hardness.

"You've never tasted a cock like this before, have you?" I said, the smugness in my voice unmistakable. Monica moaned around me, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. She pulled back, her eyes glazed with lust. "No," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper. "My ex-husband was never this... intense."

Liz, still panting from her own climax, watched us with a knowing smile. "You're going to love this," she said, her voice a seductive purr. She reached over and grabbed a towel, her own juices still glistening on her hand. "Let me show you how we do it."

With a teasing wink, she began to clean my cock, her gentle strokes bringing it back to life. Monica's eyes were glued to the sight, her own curiosity piqued. "I've never seen anyone clean up like this before," she admitted, her voice a little shaky.

Liz just smirked, her tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of our passion. Starting at the tip, she licked all the way down to the base of my shaft, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. The sensation was electric, her warm mouth and wet tongue sending sparks of pleasure through me. She took her time, savoring every inch, before making her way back up and taking me back into her mouth.

But she didn't stop there. With a wicked glint in her eye, she gestured for Monica to come closer. Monica, still breathless from her own climax, leaned in tentatively. "Together," Liz instructed, and before I could fully comprehend what was happening, both women had taken either side of my shaft. Their tongues danced around me, their cheeks hollowing as they took turns sucking and licking.

The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt in a while. The Viagra was indeed doing its magic, my cock feeling more sensitive and hard than ever before. Each flick of their tongues sent bolts of electricity through me, and I could feel the beginnings of a new orgasm building rapidly.

Monica and Liz took turns, their mouths moving in tandem as they explored every inch of my cock. Liz was a pro at this, her tongue swirling around me with the ease of a serpent charming its prey. Monica, though new to this, was a quick learner. She watched every move Liz made, mimicking her and adding her own touches. The sight of their heads bobbing together, their eyes locked onto me, was a visual symphony of lust.

But it was clear that Monica was reaching her limit. Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing more labored. Liz noticed and gently pushed her back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Let's take a break," she said, her voice still thick with desire. "You need to catch your breath."

Monica nodded, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over with passion. She sat back on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. Liz took the opportunity to slide off the bed, her own body glistening with sweat. "Let me grab us a couple of bottles of water," she said, sauntering out of the room with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

While she was gone, I took a moment to appreciate the beauty that lay before me. Monica's body was indeed amazing, her curves and contours speaking of a woman who had been denied pleasure for far too long. She looked up at me with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity, as if she were waiting for the next step in this erotic dance we had all just performed.

"You were incredible," I whispered, stroking her hair. "I can't believe how much you've come alive tonight."

You were incredible," I whispered, stroking her hair. "I can't believe how much you've come alive tonight."

Monica blushed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes shyly meeting mine. "It's been... it's been so long since I felt like this."

I leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "And we're not done yet." I gestured towards my erect cock, which was standing tall and proud despite the multiple rounds of intense pleasure we had just shared. "Liz and I have a little secret," I said, my voice low and filled with mischief. "Sometimes, we use a little something to keep the party going."

Monica's eyes widened as she looked from my cock to my face and back again. She could feel the anticipation building in the room, the air thick with unspoken desires and the scent of sex. "Viagra?" she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

Just a little something to ensure I can give you both the night of your lives," I said with a grin, feeling the pill's effects surging through me. "And believe me, I've dreamed of fucking you since the moment Liz told me about you."

Monica's eyes grew wide with shock, and then a slow smile spread across her face. "You've... dreamed of this?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and arousal. I nodded, my cock twitching at the confession. "Every time Liz talked about you, I couldn't help but imagine what you looked like naked, what you'd taste like, how tight your pussy would be around me."

Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've thought about it too," she admitted, her voice a hoarse whisper. "But I never thought..."

Liz returned with the water, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she handed us each a bottle. "Ready for round two?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. We both nodded eagerly, our thirst for more than just hydration evident.

Monica took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly as she reached for the bottle. "I think I can handle it," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"Was that your first time with a woman?" Liz asked, her voice a purr as she took a sip of water, her eyes never leaving Monica's.

Monica nodded, her eyes wide with wonder as she took a swig from her own bottle. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice a little shaky. "But it definitely won't be my last."

"Good," Liz purred, setting her bottle aside. "Because it's my turn to taste you."

Without wasting another moment, she pushed Monica back onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire. Monica looked up at me, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across her face. I took another sip of my water, watching the scene unfold with anticipation. Liz was like a cat stalking its prey, her eyes never leaving Monica's pussy as she settled between her legs.

"Spread them wider," she instructed, her voice a seductive purr. Monica obeyed, her legs falling open with a soft thud against the mattress. Liz leaned in, her breath hot against Monica's sensitive flesh. "You're so wet," she murmured, her tongue darting out to taste her. Monica gasped, her back arching off the bed.

As Liz began to eat her out, I watched, my cock twitching with anticipation. The sight of my wife's mouth on another woman's pussy was more arousing than I could have ever imagined. Monica's hips began to buck, her body responding instinctively to Liz's skilled tongue. "Yes," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "Just like that."

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I got behind my wife, my cock aching to be inside her again. I spread her legs wider, revealing her soaking wet pussy, and leaned in to taste her. Liz's own juices were still coating my tongue, and the combination of her and Monica's flavors was intoxicating.

As my tongue swiped at Liz's clit, she moaned against Monica's pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. Monica's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to the dual assault. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was clear she was enjoying every moment.

Monica's moans grew louder as Liz's tongue danced over her clit, her body writhing in ecstasy. I couldn't help but admire the way she took to this new experience, her inhibitions melting away with each stroke of Liz's tongue.

Fuck this feels good," she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the room. Her hands were clenched in the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. "I can't believe you're going to make me cum again," she panted, her voice a mix of amazement and pleasure.

With every thrust, I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body begging for release. Her ass was up in the air, begging for more, and I was more than happy to oblige. I reached around and began to play with her loose asshole, my thumb teasing the ring of muscle as I fucked her pussy. Liz's moans grew louder, and I knew I was getting closer to my goal.

"Yes," she screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you own me."

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. I drove into her with renewed vigor, her tight pussy squeezing my cock like a vice. Liz's mouth was a blur of motion between Monica's legs, her tongue swirling and flicking at her clit. Monica's breath was coming in quick, ragged gasps, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.

And then it happened. Both women's bodies tensed, their moans grew to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very walls of our bedroom. Their orgasms hit them simultaneously, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the air. Liz's pussy clamped down on my cock, her muscles contracting around me like a fist. Monica's body arched off the bed, her back bowed, as she cried out in ecstasy.

Fuck, yes!" Monica screamed, her voice a raw shout of pure, unbridled passion. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The words tumbled out of her mouth in an endless stream, each one punctuated by the rhythm of Liz's tongue on her clit. Her pussy convulsed around my thumb, her ass clenching tight as I pushed into her.

Switch," I said, my voice gruff with need. I helped Liz roll onto her side, her legs still spread wide. Monica looked from her to me, a question in her eyes. But she didn't need an explanation. She knew what I wanted.

With a seductive smile, she positioned herself above my cock, her large breasts hanging in the air, teasing me. She had watched us, studied us, and now it was her turn to take the reins. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention, and I was more than happy to oblige. I reached up, my fingers playing with the sensitive tips as she lowered herself down.

My cock slid between her breasts, and she began to rub them together, the friction driving me wild. Her eyes never left mine as she found her rhythm, her breathing heavy with arousal. The sight of her in control was almost too much to handle, but I held back, savoring the moment.

You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "You like watching me do this."

Her breasts were the huge, her nipples erect the biggest I have ever seen and begging for my touch. I reached up and began to pinch and roll them, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Monica's eyes never left mine, her expression a mix of concentration and arousal as she worked my cock with her chest.

The feeling was exquisite, the tightness of her cleavage gripping me like a velvet vice, her skin slick with sweat and lubricant. Every move she made was pure erotic poetry, her hips swaying as she built up to my climax. Liz watched us, her eyes hooded and filled with lust, her own hand playing with her clit as she took in the sight.

With a silent nod, my wife approached, her own naked body a canvas of desire. She placed her hands gently on the top of Monica's breasts and began to press them closer together, creating an even more snug channel for my shaft to slide through. The sensation of her gaint tits was indescribable, the heat of their flesh surrounding me, the pressure increasing as they worked in tandem.

Monica's eyes widened slightly as my wife's hands applied more force, pushing her breasts upward to meet the tip of my cock. The sight was like nothing I had ever seen before - a beautifully erotic dance of flesh and lust that had me on the edge of release. My wife's gaze met mine, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she watched my arousal grow with each passing second.

With a guttural moan, I could hold back no longer. I unloaded on Monica's tits, my warm cum spurting out in thick ropes that painted her chest. Monica gasped, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she felt the warmth of my release cover her sensitive skin. My wife leaned in, her tongue darting out to catch a stray droplet on her friend's collarbone, the taste of me on her lips.

Monica's breathing was ragged, her chest heaving from the exertion and the intense pleasure of my climax. She opened her eyes, a look of pure satisfaction crossing her features as she watched the last of my seed trickle down the valley between her breasts. My wife's smirk grew wider as she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She licked her fingers clean with a sultry slowness, savoring the taste of our combined passion.

"Happy birthday," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. She leaned over and took my now-spent cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, eagerly lapping up the last traces of our mingled juices. Her eyes never left mine, a silent challenge that sent a jolt of excitement through me even as my body began to relax.

As my wife sucked and kissed me clean, Monica's breathing began to steady, the flush of pleasure slowly fading from her cheeks. She looked up at me, a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes shimmering with satisfaction. My wife pulled away, a line of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock before snapping back with a wet pop. She turned to her friend, her lips glistening with cum.

Without a word, she leaned over and pressed those same lips to Monica's, sharing the salty taste of my release with a passionate kiss. Monica's eyes closed, her mouth opening to accept her, their tongues dancing together in a silent declaration of shared pleasure. I watched, my chest still heaving, as they kissed deeply, the intimacy of the moment washing over me like a warm wave.

Exhausted and sated, we all collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and discarded clothing. My wife lay beside me, her hand casually caressing Monica's tits, which were still adorned with the sticky remnants of my birthday gift. I couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude towards them both - for the unforgettable experience, and for the newfound closeness that seemed to have blossomed between us.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering shadows playing across our skin as we lay there, our bodies intertwined. The air was thick with the scent of sex and desire, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to linger like a warm embrace. Despite the physical exertion, my mind raced with thoughts of what the future might hold for us as a trio.

Monica's hand found mine, our fingers interlocking as we lay there, her head resting on my chest. Her breathing grew deeper, more rhythmic, as she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber. My wife's arm was dr*ped over her, her hand still toying with the sticky mess on Monica's chest, a gentle reminder of the passion we had shared.

As I felt their bodies relax against mine, a sense of peace washed over me. This was more than just a wild night of passion; it was a new chapter in our relationship, a bond forged in the heat of desire. I tightened my grip on Monica's hand, feeling her fingers respond in a soft squeeze. It was a silent promise that this wasn't a fleeting moment of pleasure, but the foundation of something deeper.

The candles on the nightstand flickered, casting long shadows across the room as they danced in the gentle draft. The sound of their breathing grew synchronized, the soft whispers of their exhalations a sweet symphony that lulled me closer to the edge of sleep. I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of contentment, nestled between these two incredible women who had just given me the most memorable birthday of my life.

But as the first hints of dawn began to creep through the crack in the curtains, I found myself an early riser, my body buzzing with a mix of energy and satisfaction. I slipped out of the tangle of limbs, my bare feet making no sound on the cool hardwood floor. The scent of our love-making lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the night's events.

In the kitchen, I set to work on making coffee, the familiar routine grounding me as I tried to process what had happened. The scent of the brewing beans filled the room, mingling with the faint musk of our recent passion. I was naked, my body still slick with sweat and cum, feeling both vulnerable and incredibly alive.

Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made me turn around, and there was Monica, standing in the doorway, fully dressed except for her heels, which she held in one hand. She looked like a goddess emerging from the shadows, her hair a wild mane around her flushed face, her eyes still glowing with the aftermath of pleasure.

"I need to go," she said softly, her voice still a little breathless. "My ex is bringing the kids home."

I nodded, understanding the sudden urgency. "Let me grab you a mug of coffee to go," I offered, pouring the dark liquid into a to-go cup and handing it to her. She took it gratefully, her eyes never leaving mine as she brought it to her lips and took a sip.

"Thank you," she murmured, the warmth of the coffee a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. "And... thank you for last night." Her voice was filled with genuine appreciation, her gaze a little shy as she spoke the words.

"It was my pleasure," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for the woman before me. The events of the night had brought us closer in a way I never could have anticipated, and the tenderness of the moment was almost overwhelming.

"Can I drive you home?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could think better of it. Monica's eyes searched mine for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. Then, she shook her head, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"No, I've already ordered an Uber. It'll be here in ten minutes." She took another sip of the coffee, her hand trembling slightly as she held the cup. I could see the effort she was making to maintain her composure, the hint of a blush still staining her cheeks.

But I couldn't let her leave just yet. Not without one last taste of the connection we had forged. So, I approached her, my hand sliding around her waist, my fingertips brushing the bare skin above her dress. She gasped, the heat of my touch searing through the fabric, setting her nerves alight. I pulled her close, our bodies fitting together perfectly, the warmth of her flesh against mine sending a jolt of desire through my veins.

With no resistance, I lifted her dress, revealing the roundness of her ass. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. They pooled around her ankles, leaving her bare and vulnerable before me. She stepped out of them, her legs shaking slightly as she placed her hands on the kitchen counter, bending over slightly to give me full access.

I stepped closer, my cock already hardening at the sight of her wet, pink pussy, glistening with arousal. I lined up the tip with her entrance and pushed in, feeling her tightness grip me like a fist. She gasped, her knuckles whitening on the counter as she braced herself against the sudden intrusion. I didn't rush, taking my time to savor the feeling of her warm, velvety walls enveloping me inch by inch.

Withdrawing slightly, I watched as her pussy clung to my shaft, desperate to keep me inside. I thrust in again, a little harder this time, and she moaned, her hips bucking back to meet me. I gripped the fabric of her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts. They swung free, the perfect handfuls, her nipples already erect and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as I continued to fuck her from behind, the sound of our flesh slapping together a steady rhythm in the quiet of the morning.

Her moans grew louder with every thrust, and I knew she was close. I reached around, my hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in circles, my fingers slipping through her wetness. She gripped the counter tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stifled her cries. "Oh, god," she panted, "I'm going to cum."

Come for me," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. "Come all over my cock."

Monica's response was immediate and unrestrained. Her body began to quake, her pussy tightening around me like a vice. Her orgasm washed over her, and she cried out, her voice muffled by the kitchen counter. I felt her muscles contract, and she pushed back into me, taking me deeper as she rode out her climax. The feeling of her pussy pulsing around my cock was exquisite, and I knew I was close to joining her.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hips moving faster, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. "Your pussy feels so good, Monica."

Three minutes," she panted, her voice strained, the knowledge of our impending separation adding a layer of urgency to our actions. "Your wife... she's okay with this?"

"More than okay," I assured her, my hand still playing with her clit, the sensation of her orgasm still pulsing through her body. "This was her idea, to fuck you before you left.”

The words barely left my mouth when she pushed back onto me, her pussy begging for more. I could feel my climax approaching like a freight train, the pressure building in my balls. With a grunt, I thrust into her one last time, my cock swelling and releasing my cum deep inside her. Monica's eyes widened, her pussy spasming around me as she felt my warmth fill her up. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came again, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

As I pulled out, she straightened up, a look of pure bliss on her face. We shared a knowing smile, the kind that comes after sharing an earth-shattering moment of intimacy. Quickly, she composed herself, pulling her dress down and tucking her panties into her purse. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, and took the coffee cup from the counter.

Thank you," she whispered, her voice still thick with desire. "I'll never forget this."

I watched as she straightened her dress and took a deep breath, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. She was a vision of beauty, her makeup slightly smudged but her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "You don't have to," I replied, my voice low and intimate. "We'll make sure there are more memories to come."

Monica's smile grew a little sad as she took her panties, balled them up, and stuffed them into her purse. She took a sip of her coffee, her hand trembling slightly. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But for now, this is all I can handle."

With a nod, I wrapped her in a warm embrace, feeling the stickiness of our combined juices on her skin. She leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. The sound of a car pulling up outside was our cue to break apart, the reality of the morning intruding on our private world.

Monica took a deep breath and pulled away, straightening her dress and running her hands through her hair. "Thank you," she said again, her voice a little shakier this time. "For everything."

I nodded, knowing she wasn't just talking about the amazing sex we'd just had. This night had been a release for her, an escape from the pain and loneliness of her recent heartbreak. "You're welcome,"

As I watched Monica walk out the door, the cool morning air kissing her skin, I knew that this would be the last time she'd step foot in our home as a participant in our intimate games. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

I headed upstairs to the bedroom, the floorboards creaking softly under my feet. The room was still bathed in the warm glow of the candles we had lit the night before, the scent of sex lingering in the air like a ghost of our passion. My wife lay sprawled on the bed, her naked form a feast for the eyes even in sleep. Her skin was flushed, her hair a wild tangle across the pillows. She looked peaceful, her breathing deep and even, her hand resting on her belly, as if cradling a secret.

Her legs were spread open slightly, one bent at the knee, the other straight out, a pose that left her most intimate parts open to the cool morning air. My eyes were drawn to the glistening wetness that still coated her pussy, a testament to the intensity of our lovemaking. Her tits pointed upwards, nipples still erect, a silent invitation to continue our exploration.

But it was the look of pure contentment on her face that truly captured my heart. The soft smile playing on her lips was like a secret shared only between us, a secret that had been born in the heat of our passionate night. I knew then that she had enjoyed it just as much as I had, that she had found something she hadn't even known she'd been craving.

I bent down to kiss her forehead, my heart swelling with a mix of love and lust. "Thank you," I murmured against her skin, the words heavy with meaning. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. For a moment, she looked surprised, as if she hadn't expected me to be there. Then, she smiled, her eyes softening.

"Did you fuck her before she left?" she asked, her voice low and sleepy, the question laced with a hint of curiosity.

I couldn't help but smile at the bluntness of her question. "I did," I admitted, my voice filled with satisfaction. "It was... intense."

Her eyes lit up with interest, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "How did she take it?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

"Like a champ," I replied, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice. "She's definitely a keeper."

Liz's smile grew a little wider, her eyes still glazed with the remnants of sleep. "Happy birthday," she murmured, before rolling over and snuggling into her pillow. Her hand trailed down my body, her fingertips tracing the path my cum had taken just moments ago.

Her touch was light, feathery, a silent testament to her approval and satisfaction with the night's events. It was clear that she had enjoyed watching us, had enjoyed being part of the act, and now, as the adrenaline began to fade, she was ready to return to the warm embrace of slumber.

I snuggled up against her, my arm wrapping around her waist, my hand finding its way to her generous tits. They were warm and soft, the perfect handful, and I couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze. She didn't protest, instead, she shifted slightly to give me better access, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Her skin was like velvet against my own, our bodies fitting together as if we'd been made for this very moment. Her breathing grew deeper, the steady rise and fall of her chest a comforting rhythm that soothed my racing thoughts. My hand continued to roam her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist, exploring the landscape of her body as if it was the first time all over again.

Her hand found mine, her fingers threading through as she squeezed gently. A silent communication of love and lust that needed no words. I felt my own eyes grow heavy, the weight of the night's passion pulling me under the seductive blanket of sleep.

As my eyes closed, the warmth of her body seeped into mine, her soft snores a lullaby that sent me spiraling into a deep slumber. My hand remained on her tit, the soft mound fitting perfectly in my palm, my thumb idly circling her erect nipple. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warm cocoon of our love and the lingering scent of our desire.