After our first-ever cuckold experience a few weeks ago, my husband, Phil, and I (Mandy) would relive that hot Friday evening by our pool when Benji ended up fucking me senseless in front of Phil and with his approval. Any time Phil would touch me and tell me how hot I looked with Benji’s big cock in me and kiss me, I’d get wet and we’d end up fucking passionately pretty much wherever we were standing.

On the other hand, I could touch my husband’s thigh and ask how he liked watching me get fucked by a real cock, and he’d immediately get weak knees and a hard-on. I’d ask him how my cream pie tasted with Benji’s cum, and then we’d fuck and I’d “make” him eat his own cum out of me again.

I’d go online and look at Benji’s posts and finger myself to climax while remembering how good his big cock felt in my throat and pussy. A few times I made Phil watch me use my dildo on myself while I looked at Benji’s pictures online. He’d get a huge boner and then jack himself off. 

Phil sent Benji a text asking him when he was going to be at the club again and his response was, “This Friday, see y’all there!” 

We got ready Friday evening with much anticipation and a little nervousness as we’d only had him over once before. We took Phil’s custom nineteen seventy model Chevy pickup and pulled into the parking lot and parked next to Benji’s truck and smiled at each other. It was crowded and an eighties rock tribute band was playing, so we grabbed a couple of beers and found a table. We didn’t see Benji so we headed to the floor and danced and Phil told me I was wearing his favorite jeans and that he could see my hard nipples through my thin halter top. He pulled me close and told me that every man in the room would be watching me all night long, especially Benji!

I was already wet when I felt a stare from the bar. Benji tipped his hat at us and smiled, so we walked his way to invite him to our table. We sat at our round top with me between the two of them while drinking beers and making small talk about the band and the cool old songs. I felt a hand on each of my thighs and I felt myself get wetter. When the band started Bad Company’s “Feel like Making Love”, Benji took me by the hand and told Phil we were going to take this dance. Phil nodded his approval and I gave him a wink. 

Out on the dance floor, Benji danced sexy with me, but not way obvious since our city isn’t too big and we know people that come to the club occasionally. He asked if we’d been thinking about him and if we had fond memories of the Friday by our pool. I just laughed and nodded and he said he was single for the night so we should go for a ride, and that Phil should drive. 

We returned to the table and Phil said he was good to drive so we climbed in our pickup with me in the middle, and Benji told Phil to head towards his house and told him the route, about a thirty-minute drive. We cranked up some music and about a mile out of the parking lot, Benji put his arm around me and started whispering in my ear, rubbing my boobs and lightly pinching my hard nipples through my top. His giant hands felt awesome on my breasts and he pulled them out of my bra and top and let them hang and then slowly start swirling his tongue around my areoles. I felt of Phil’s crotch and he was hard and took a deep breath as I squeezed him.  

As we turned off of the highway onto a back road, I grabbed Benji’s bulge through his jeans and began rubbing it while he started sucking my nipples and kissing my neck. My panties were soaked at this point and I was squirming and moaning. Benji unbuckled his jeans and pulled his awesome cock out and I started stroking it to the beat of the song on the radio. There was so much pre cum that I rubbed it from his cock head to the hilt while he kissed me deeply.

I was aching to have Benji inside of me again, so I told Phil to drive slow while I tried to get out of my jeans. When I got them off, I took my soaked thongs and stuffed them in Phil’s mouth while he struggled to keep the truck between the lines. Benji reached down and touched my glistening lips and told Phil that his wife was primed for a good fuck, that he bet we’d been dreaming about his cock again.

Benji pulled his jeans down to his knees and I leaned over and took him deep in my throat and made him moan and thrust upward, gagging me. I felt Phil’s hand on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart so I looked around at him with Benji’s raging cock in my mouth, my lips dripping with saliva and pre cum. Phil swallowed hard and put his eyes back on the road while Benji thanked him for driving while he enjoyed his wife. 

“Phil”, Benji said, “Mandy sucks good cock, she sucks me like she wants something. What do you think she wants right now? Why is her pussy so wet, Phil?” 

Phil cleared his throat and managed to say, “to be fucked.” 

“To be fucked by who, Phil, who does she want to fuck her?” asked Benji.

Phil looked in my eyes and said, “You, Benji, she wants to be fucked by you.”

With that, I turned and straddled Benji, trying to get my swollen pussy on top of his manhood. I wanted to ride him like a bull, to cum all over his cock. The fact that my husband was driving and watching was mind-blowing and made it even more delicious. Benji held me back and told Phil to tell me to beg for it, to beg to be fucked. 

“Mandy, say it, beg Benji to fuck you,” Phil growled. “You know I want to see his big cock inside you!” 

I looked at Benji and pleaded “Please, please fuck me like I need. Please show my husband how I need to be fucked!” 

With that, Benji lifted me and slowly lowered me onto his magnificent cock, my dripping, silky pussy being stretched and filled. 

“Oh, my God!” I moaned, “Phil, his cock is so tight in my pussy!” 

I thought Phil may run off the road. I started raising and lowering myself on Benji’s steel shaft, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My hot pussy permeated the truck as I rode Benji while my husband chauffeured us down the backroads. 

Just as we pulled into the driveway of Benji’scabin, he slammed me down on his cock and held me there until my pussy started contracting and with me screaming and cumming all over his tool. 

Benji set me off him and said, “Welcome to my sex retreat. Follow me inside so I can give you more of what you need.” 

I collapsed with my head in Phil’s lap, noticing his hard-on and telling him he’d get his turn soon. He reached down and rubbed my creamy pussy and said, “I’ll get your clothes. Now run in there naked so you can really be fucked!” 

Benji’s cabin was on the river in the middle of nowhere and I found myself strutting totally nude to his front door, following him like a bitch in heat with my husband following behind, still clutching my soaked thongs. 

Benji had us follow him downstairs to the guest room that happened to look more like a honeymoon suite. It had a four-post bed with a rose-colored bedspread and pillowcases. There were mirrors on the walls and even the ceiling. Leather chairs were situated around the room and Benji pointed at one for Phil. Benji pulled the curtains to the French doors open and the moonlight reflected off the river and put a sexy glow in the room. 

Benji had me recline on the bed against the pillows at the headboard and told me to play with my pussy while Phil did a huge favor. Phil looked at me nervously as Benji stripped down to his naked glory. His physic was like a romance novel cover.  

He walked over to Phil and said, “Mandy, my cock isn’t hard right now, and I know you need fucking. Do you think your husband would prepare me?” He looked Phil in the eyes and told him to strip down and jack his own dick while sucking him to the hardness that his wife deserved. 

“Show Mandy what a good cock sucker you are, that you’d be happy to help her get a proper fucking.” 

I played with my swollen cunt as I watched in amazement as Phil obediently started stroking his own dick and lifted Benji’s semi-erection to his mouth. He looked at me and opened wide and took it on his tongue. This time it was Phil catching Benji’s pre cum with his tongue and looking at me. Benji slid his cock deeper into Phil’s mouth, getting harder with every stroke of Phil’s lips. 

I was rubbing my clit and loving watching my husband service my lover, or maybe he was our lover. Phil looked like he was actually enjoying it and was giving head like a pro! Benji smiled and looked at me and said that Phil liked sucking cock a little too much and pointed out that Phil had cum all over himself!

“Mandy, you have a husband that really wants to watch you get fucked again. He’s making sure your man is throbbing hard for you!” exclaimed Benji. “Are you ready for my cock?”

I was very ready and licked some of my juices from my fingers. I desperately needed to be pounded like a slut and was loving this domination of me and my husband. Benji pulled out of Phil’s mouth, walked over to me, and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He bent down and sucked my clit and licked my pussy up and down.

I was looking at Phil when Benji put my ankles on his shoulders and started spanking my pussy with his hardness. He put the head in and slowly sunk his shaft inside me, looking me in the face and watching my eyes roll back. I grabbed the sheets and held on, enjoying my cunt being slammed by Benji and looking at the sweat glistening on his hard body. I was moaning with every thrust and he got faster and harder until I came hard, so hard I was almost delirious. I looked at Phil and he was standing at the end of the bed just staring in awe at his wife being pounded so hard and deep. 

Benji called Phil over and told him to lie on his back with his head on the edge of the bed and told me to straddle him in sixty-nine. He stepped in behind me and now Phil had a very closeup of my juicy pussy and the punishment it was about to receive. 

Benji slapped Phil in the face with his cock several times before pushing it inside me. He began pumping me slow and easy at first, periodically pulling out and having Phil lick my pussy and suck my clit before plunging in again. Phil was hard again and I was slapping his dick and sucking it while taking a real cock from behind. I felt Benji pull out and I looked back to see Phil licking his shaft and sucking the head. I pushed my ass towards Benji and begged him to fuckme. 

“Fuck me hard, Benji! Please fill my pussy with your cum!”

Benji grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside me and began fucking me like there was no tomorrow. The sound of him slamming into me and the sweet smell of our juices mixing together were intoxicating, and I pushed back hard with each stroke of his amazing cock. I felt Benji spit on my assholeand he started rubbing it with his thumb. This put me over the edge and I screamed out and came as hard as I could in endless waves.  

Benji grunted and pulled me tight against him and I felt him pulsating inside me with hot, creamy cum.  He slowly pulled out and his load started dripping out on Phil’s face. Phil needed no orders and started lapping my cream pie like he was starving. Benji came around and had me clean his cock with my tongue while I jacked my husband’s dick. Phil soon moaned and came in my hand, just as the last of our cum dripped out into his mouth. 

I collapsed and rolled off Phil and we stared at ourselves in the mirror ceiling with satisfied grins on our faces. Benji asked how we enjoyed his little sex retreat. 

“We’ll be back anytime you’ll have us!” I said, with Phil nodding in agreement. 

Benji said, “That’s great, I have some friends you need to meet.” “I’ll tell you about them on the way back to my truck!”