SUE’S NIGHT

We had previously arranged that each person’s night would be in their own bedroom, and that they should be alone to prepare, so when Mike came back in we went upstairs to Mike and Marybeth’s room to shower. Mike went first. Sue had given us instructions on how to dress, just khakis and a tee shirt, and told us she wanted nice close shaves, and some cologne. Mike was dressed when I got out, and went downstairs for some water while I dressed. At about four-twenty she called down that she was ready, for me to come up first. Mike waved me up, and I climbed the stairs, and my brain was in overdrive, wondering what it would be like to see another man fucking Sue, to see what her fantasy was. What she wanted to do.

She was standing at the bed, wearing a short silky robe. Only the table lamps were lit, and there were a couple of candles burning. Very romantic. Her bag was near the bed, closed, and there was a towel covering one of the nightstands, something underneath it. She asked me to sit, and I chose the loveseat. Sue looked a little nervous, but not scared-nervous. More excited. Anticipation? She sat next to me, took my hand, and looked into my eyes. She was radiant, as beautiful as she’d ever been, and her eyes glistened with fiery excitement. She smelled wonderful, too, clean and fresh, just a touch of perfume. I wondered what she was wearing under the robe.

“Jason,” she said, “before Mike comes up, I wanted to ask you something,” she started, hesitantly, then took a breath and continued. “You know I love you, and only you, right?”

“Of course I do,” I answered. “And I love you, too, more than I ever did.”

“I need you to promise me.”

 I asked her what, and she explained.

“I need you to promise you are okay, that you love me, and will always love me, no matter what.” I felt a twinge of nervousness. Was she having second thoughts? “You know I’m going to have to kiss Mike, right? I want you to know it’s just a sex thing, not emotional.” That’s what she was concerned about? “It’s important to me that you understand, that if I kiss him, I don’t love him, I mean I do, as a friend, but not like I love you.”

“You kissed Marybeth,” I pointed out.

“Yeah but that was different, that was friends, and fun, but this will be in the heat of passion.” She paused. “I need you to promise.”

“I promise, honey. You know I could never not love you.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

She looked down a second, at our hands, and squeezed mine. “And you have to promise that you won’t be angry, you won’t,” she hesitated again, “you won’t think less of me.”

“Think less of you? Impossible. Honey, we all decided this together, remember? I want you to have your fantasy, remember?” I touched her chin, turning her to face me. “I want to see you in the throes of uncontrollable passion, losing control of yourself, you know that.”

“I might say things,” she started, and I cut her off.

“It doesn’t matter. I want to hear you say it. If it comes from you, I love it. I love you.” I waited. “No matter what you say, or do, I will not be angry, and I could never think less of you.” I kissed her. “I could only love you more.”

“No matter what I say, or do? Even if it’s something that,” she paused, “that we never …” she stopped.

“Sue, honey, you’re imagining too much. Of course this is something new.” I considered my words, and decided to go for the lighter touch, take the seriousness out of this. “You are about to have two horny men lust after you and service your every need. I love you for that, for being bold, for being brave enough to say what you want, to take the opportunity. I’m grateful that I’m one of the men here tonight!”

“You ass, I’m serious,” she said, but she smiled, and I knew we had passed the danger point. “I love you,” she added, and kissed me, full on the lips. “You’re the best husband ever.” I kissed her then, full, my tongue slipping between her lips to meet hers, felt the tension slip away. She broke the kiss, said, “I think I’m ready,” and stood. “Stay there.” She went to the door and called Mike.

She greeted him at the door, took his hand, and led him inside. She stopped him from sitting, and turned him to face her, and slipped up close to him, and lifted her face and kissed him, lightly, then I saw her lips open, and her tongue in his mouth. Her hands were high on his back, pulling his shoulders down, and his arms came around her, and held her tightly. Then one slid down to her ass, and he fondled her butt, just above the bottom of the robe. I felt my cock twitch a little. They broke the kiss, and she took his hand, and walked him to the loveseat ,so I slid over to make room. She stood before us, radiant, and I saw her robe had opened a little. She was wearing something lacy on top. We waited for her. She looked at us, a hunger in her eyes.

“OK, you two, first things first.” She put her hands on her hips. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.” We hesitated, and she added, “Come on let’s go, pull down your zippers and pull your cocks out.” I immediately obeyed, And I saw Mike doing the same. I started opening my pants, and she stopped me, “No, just the zipper for now. Just take it out.” And there we were, two mostly soft cocks dangling from our pants. We had to shift forward and lean back to avoid a zipper pinch.

“Nice,” she whispered, “Two cocks all for me.” She dropped to her knees between us, and took one in each hand. “But these are soft.” She looked in both our eyes, and her expression was all erotic mischief. “We’ll have to fix that,” she said, stroking us lightly, then dipped her head to Mike’s lap and sucked his cock into her mouth, making yummy sounds that he echoed. She fondled me as she sucked him, and I began to harden in her grasp, and then she switched, sucking me, just the head mostly, as she stroked Mike, who was hard now. My eyes darted from her mouth, enveloping my cock, to her hand, gently stroking and squeezing Mike’s shaft. She switched again, then back again, until we were fully hard. Satisfied, she pulled up, still holding us both, and sat back on her ankles. “Get up,” she said softly.

We stood on either side of her, and she pulled us by our dicks until they were both touching her face. She rubbed the heads on her cheeks, and her lips, making cooing sounds, then sucked me for a few strokes of her head, and switched to Mike, doing the same, holding mine against her face as she bobbed on his cock. Back and forth she went alternating between us. Then she pulled back and told us to take our pants down. We obliged. Only boxers, she had insisted, so we pushed those down as well, and they dropped to our ankles. She moaned appreciatively, caressing our thighs as we stepped out of them. Her arms reached around behind us, and I felt her clutching my ass cheek. “Nice,” she said. She resumed sucking us, going back and forth between us, her hands now fondling our asses, rubbing our balls, and stroking us.

Then she stopped sucking, and tugged on our cocks. I thought she was just stroking firmly, but when we didn’t move she put her hands on our butts and pulled us in. Once we were moving she took hold of our shafts, and guided them closer until they touched. It was a weird sensation, my cockhead touching his, but I didn’t get much time to think about it. “I love cock,” she said, a little edge in her voice. “I love to suck a nice hard cock.” She maneuvered us closer, so we were side by side, and she held our dicks next to each other. She looked up at us, switching her eyes back and forth. “I must be a real cock lover, because I’ve always wanted to try this.” And then my little wife opened her little, pretty mouth, and stretched it obscenely and pushed both cocks into her mouth. It was almost ugly to watch, they way her face distorted itself, trying to force itself around so much dick. Her tongue licked between and around the heads, which was really all she could fit. I wasn’t sure if I was disgusted or turned on.

She pulled back. “Fuck, what a whore I am!” She pulled us apart, and drove her mouth down on my shaft, holding Mike’s against her face, then switched. “M-mm, I love the feel of cock in my mouth! And now I have two!” She switched back to me, and slobbered all over my shaft, licking and sucking. It almost felt like I was watching really hot porn, but she was sucking my dick.

The next time she turned to Mike she lifted his cock and licked his ball sack, teasing it with her tongue, and then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. I was suddenly aware that she wasn’t just a woman doing two guys; that it was my wife’s mouth sucking another man’s balls, and my cock twitched with excitement. She felt it, and looked up at me, and showed me her tongue swirling around his ball sack, outside of her lips. She pulled off with a pop, and gave his cockhead a suck, and turned to me. “You like that, seeing me suck his balls? Hm-mm?” I groaned my agreement, and she did it again, this time taking the other one. I realized then that his balls were shaved, smooth and clean, where mine were hairy. I trimmed my pubes, but had never shaved myself. She made a yummy sound, pulling back a little, stretching his sack until his ball popped out of her mouth.

She looked up at me. “I want you to go in the bathroom and shave, Jason.” She was rubbing my cock on her face, stroking me. “I want to suck your shaved balls. Will you do that for me?” I hesitated. “Go, now, go shave yourself and then come back in here. Be careful, but hurry. Mike and I will amuse ourselves until you return.” She released me and gave me a gentle shove. I took off for the bathroom.

I found shaving gear laid out, and got busy with hot water and shave cream. As I applied the gel and started to shave, being very careful not to nick myself, I marveled at the woman I thought I’d known, my sweet sexy wife, and her perverted desires. I must be the luckiest man alive, I thought. I knew how perverted my fantasies were, and was amazed to see that hers were just as nasty. I finished up in short time, wiped myself clean and rinsed with water. I tried to see if I missed anything, but settled for rubbing my hand on my hairless sack. It felt really good. Maybe I’ll keep them this way. If she sucks them I will.

I came back in the bedroom to see Mike had his shirt off, and Sue was licking and biting his nipples, rubbing her hands on his stomach and chest. She really likes that, and so do I. Seeing her do it to another guy was, I don’t know. A turn on, but a little off. It was something she did with me. They stood when I approached, and she cupped my balls, and kissed me. Mike stood behind her, naked, and kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits as we kissed, tongues wrestling. She spoke into my mouth as we kissed.

“M-mm, I feel his cock pressing on my ass, I’m so fucking hot, fuck, your balls feel so nice.” Mike started pulling her robe off her shoulders, kissing them as he went. She pulled my tee shirt up over my head and pulled it off my arms, and then her robe fell off, and she stood in a red lacy bra and panties, small between us, a beautiful Sue sandwich. She broke the kiss, and turned.

She started kissing Mike then, tongues and open mouths, and I rubbed her shoulders and her back, and undid the clasp of her bra. Her ass was pushing back against me, rubbing my cock. I reached around her to find Mike’s hands already on her tits, squeezing them, and I lowered my hands to her pussy, and rubbed it through her panties. I felt the heat and moisture from her, and groaned.

“He’s rubbing my pussy,” I heard her tell Mike, “Pinch my nipples, hard.” Her fat pink nipples are very sensitive, and when she’s really horny, she likes them treated rough. She gasped and squealed as we fondled her. Then she turned back to me, kissing me again. It was strange to feel her mouth, wet with saliva from kissing Mike, a little more personal than her sucking me after seeing her suck him. But we kissed passionately, and I felt her hips move, and her legs, and I saw Mike toss her panties to the side. We were all naked now, both us guys rubbing against her, fondling her, and she was the center of our attention. I dropped my hand to her pussy, her newly shaved pussy, and my fingers slipped between her lips and she bit my tongue a little. I pushed a finger inside her, slipping inside her wet hole. I pressed the heel of my hand on her clit and began rubbing, and she panted. Mike had one hand around her, squeezing her tits. I rubbed harder, faster, sensing she was close, and then her mouth opened, and she stared into my eyes, and cried out as she came. Her legs shook, and we had to hold her up, and as she finished, we led her to the bed and gently laid her down on her back, and knelt on either side of her.

Almost instantly we were both at her tits, each sucking one. She reached up and held our cocks, stroking gently, feeling the shaft in her hands, eyes closed, moaning her pleasure. I moved a hand between her legs to find Mike’s already there, and I snuck a peek to see he had two fingers inside her, and I stared as his fingers penetrated her, seeing her lips open and grasping at his digits. She gasped, and I went back to her tits, switching from one to the other, as Mike fingered my wife. She was close to cumming again. She suddenly released my cock and her hands grabbed at Mike’s hand, holding it inside her, and she arched her hips up, fucking his fingers as she came, shouting. She finally released his hand and her hips dropped back down as the waves subsided. She looked at Mike. “Lick me, Mike.” She told him. “Eat my wet cunt!” Mike need no additional encouragement, and dove in. She dropped her head down on the bed, and turned to me.

“Get up here,” she said. “I want your balls in my mouth.” I lifted a leg over her, kneeling and lowered my freshly shaved balls to her lips. She moaned her approval as her mouth opened, and I felt her suck one of my balls into her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, bathing it in saliva as she caressed my ass. She switched to the other one, giving it similar treatment. I looked down at her face, and she looked at me, and pulled her moth off. “Your balls taste delicious,” she cooed, and grinned. “I’m so fucking nasty! I’m a dirty ball sucker!” and darted her tongue out, flicking and teasing my sack before sucking them again.

After a few more minutes of sucking my balls she pushed me off gently, and I knelt at her side. She stroked my cock near her face and pulled Mike up by his hair.

“I need a cock now, Mike. Fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy.” Mike got up, and positioned himself between her legs, on his knees. I was kneeling up and felt her mouth slip over my cock as I watched him rub his dick on Sue’s wet cunt a few times, then, line up and start sliding in. Sue moaned on my dick as I watched his cock slide into my wife’s cunt. I watched her stretch open, and get pulled in as he pushed into her, saw her juices on his shaft as he pulled out. I heard her grunt as he went all the way in, and began stroking slow, long strokes, fucking her cunt. Her mouth came off me as he picked up speed, and she held my cock against her face.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good, fuck me, fuck my cunt, oh, yeah,” she panted, then stuffed my cock back into her mouth, muffling her own sounds. She sucked me hard, filling her mouth, sliding it on my shaft, driven by the passion created by the sensations in her cunt. I watched her tits jiggling as her body shook from Mike’s hips slamming hard into hers. One hand held my cock in her mouth, or rubbed it on her lips and face. The other moved from her nipples to her pussy, back and forth, stimulating herself. She was so hot to watch, seeing her getting pleasure. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and gasped, “Switch.”

Mike pulled out, went to her other side as I moved between her legs. Her pussy was open and red, her clit was swollen and pushing up, framed by her shaved lips, puffy and beautiful, and wet. Another cock had been there, I thought. I pushed in, one stroke, banging straight to the base, and she cried out before Mike stuffed his slick shaft into her open mouth. I watched her suck hungrily on his sock, devouring him, her hand on his balls. She pulled off.

“Fuck, even your balls are wet from fucking me, my pussy is soaked. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t stand it, Fuck! I need to cum!” She sucked the head of Mike’s cock again, popped it out with a slurping sound. “I taste my pussy on your dick,” she sold him, then to me, “He tastes like my cunt, fuck me, fuck your horny slut wife, make me cum. My pussy tastes delicious on his dick!” She crammed the shaft back in her mouth, grunting around it as I slammed her pussy harder than ever before. I was pounding so hard her body started sliding up the bed, so I pulled her thighs up against my stomach and held her in place. Her hips elevated, and it changed the angle of my penetration, and she howled around Mike’s cock in delight. Then she popped the cock out, held it to her face, and reached for my face with the other hand, and pulled me to her, her face inches from mine.

“Make me cum, make me cum on your cock,” she whispered hoarsely, then kissed me, her lips and face wet with saliva, and tasting of pussy. Mike’s cock was dangerously close to my face but I really didn’t care. She was out of control with desire, and it excited me beyond reason. She broke the kiss, whispered “don’t forget,” and turned her head to suck Mike’s cock, just inches from my face, before releasing my hair. She started humping her hips up, into me, rubbing her clit on the base of my cock. She panted and grunted around his shaft as I fucked her, watching her orgasm build, feeling her pussy clench on my dick, and then her body froze; her mouth opened wide and Mike’s cock slipped out as a wail emerged from her, howling her orgasm to us. I felt her juices soaking my cock and my balls, as her pussy released her fluids and her thighs trapped me in place. I thought I might cum inside her, but managed to fight it down. Her legs relaxed a little as she stopped screaming, panting for air, her eyes opened wide in release.

“Fuck!” she managed, gasping, then “Fuck!, Oh, fuck! Fucking pull out, shit, switch, I want to taste my cum on your cock, fucking switch,” she muttered, and as we moved, she got up on her hands and knees, and Mike was behind her, and entered her doggy style and her mouth opened. Halfway through her groan I shoved my cock in her little mouth, and she sucked me, wet with her cum, and swirled her mouth and tongue around, cleaning her juices off my shaft. We spit roasted my wife, Mike’s hips driving her further onto my cock, so that she had to use her hand on the base to keep from gagging. She pulled off and looked up at me. Her voice came out thin, needy.

“I’m a cock slut, a cock loving, two-cock slut. I’m getting fucked hard. And I’m sucking your cock. I’m sucking my own cum from your cock, fuck, I love it, my pussy tastes so nasty and dirty on your dick, oh, fuck, I’m so fucking hot. I want your cum, both of you.” Her voice got louder. “I want you to cum, I want both of you to cum, but not in my pussy, tell me when you are ready, when you’re close.”

We switched ends again, I couldn’t believe she was still wet, and then switched back, each time she sucked her own juice from our cock, telling us how good it tasted. I was in her mouth again, and Mike was behind her, and he said he was going to cum. She pulled off my cock, said, “Come here,” and led me off the bed with her hand on my cock. She got on the floor, sat back on her heels, and spread her knees. Her free hand went to her pussy, and she fingered her clit. She held my cock at her face and told Mike, “Cum on my face. I want your hot cum shooting on my face while I’m sucking Jason, and he cums in my mouth.” I’d never seen this in her, never imagined her so filthy, so wanton. It was erotic and scary at the same time, but the scariness vanished as she took me back into her mouth, one hand on my cock and the other in her cunt, and inches from her pretty face, Jason stroked his shaft, coaxing his climax, aiming at my new-slutty wife’s beautiful face.

And then it began. I heard Mike grunt a little, and shift closer, he was standing right next to me, and his cockhead edged closer to Sue’s face, aiming at her nose and cheek, and she looked directly into my eyes. Her lips wrapped tightly on my shaft, and I felt her tongue working under my cock head, trying to finish me, and then a blast of semen shot from Jason’s cock as he grunted, splashing on her cheek and nose, followed by another, and another, shooting onto her lips as she sucked me, and he moved closer as the rest of his cum dropped out, making sure it all landed on her face, moving up to her forehead, As it covered her face I felt my balls tighten and my legs wobble, and she felt it and knew I was close. With cum dripping down her nose and cheeks, she rubbed her clit furiously, and came, moaning on my cock, and that set me off and I yelled, and my first shot exploded into her mouth, and then she pulled back slightly, opening her little mouth wide, tongue out, and Jason and I could both see my cream landing in her open mouth, pooling on her tongue, splashing on her lips, her little hand squeezing me, milking my cum into her mouth, her face dripping with Jason’s cum. I finished shooting, legs trembling, as she closed her mouth and swallowed. Jason was rubbing his cock on her face, smearing the cum, and she turned to him, licking his cum off his dick, and rubbed my cock on her face, coating me with his load, then licked it off me as well. She was a sight, my wife, a nasty cum-faced slut, licking cum off two softening cocks, an impish, satisfied grin on her face. Damn, I loved her.

She finally stopped, and sat back on the floor, her arms behind her, jutting her small breasts forward. Some of Jason’s load had dripped from her chin and landed on her breasts. She looked so used, and so happy, so sexy.

“Fuck, that was fucking hot,” she said, “I can’t believe how many times I came, I swear, my clit is still tingling.” She looked at us, standing naked, dicks softening. “I think I could get myself off again, now.” She thought for a moment, as if considering continuing. “No, I need a break. Help me up.” We both leaned down took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She walked to the small table where a pitcher and glasses were, and poured water. We all drank, washing the dryness away from breathing through our mouths. She went to the loveseat and stretched out on it. Jason took the chair in the corner, pulled it closer, and I sat on the bed. We faced each other, silent. Then she chuckled.

“Holy shit that was great,” she started. “Really. Fucking wild. Better than I imagined.” She looked at me. “I hope I didn’t scare you.” I laughed, and she turned to Mike. “Was it too much?”

“No way,” he replied, grinning, “but I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to look at you the same way again,” he put up his hand, “in a good way, of course.” We all laughed. I agreed with Mike.

“I’ve always fantasized, you know? About having two men. Two cocks.” She paused, suddenly embarrassed at her words. After the things she’d said? “My fantasies were always hot, you know? Having two hard cocks, sucking and fucking me.” She grinned sheepishly, and we let her talk. “But seeing them, touching them, it was even better, better than I expected. Fuck, I was out of control, it made me so hot.”

“You were fantastic,” I blurted, then added, joking, “by the way, you still have cum on your face.”

“I know, I can feel it. And smell it.” She wiped a finger on a drip, and stuck it in her mouth. “Mmm, yummy.” We all laughed.

“That last part, having an orgasm while I got cum in my mouth and my face, that was so perfect, so nasty.” She sighed. “I’m ruined now,” she grinned. “What will I ever dream about now?” And we laughed again.

Mike got up, put on his boxers, and said he was going to get more water. When he left the room I got a towel and sat next to her on the loveseat. I started wiping her face, and she took the towel from me, wiping the remnants of our passion from her face and breasts.

“Do you still love me, Jason?” she asked.

“Of course I do, don’t be ridiculous,” I told her truthfully. We kissed then, lovingly, although I could smell and taste the residue of semen on her.

“I didn’t shock you?” I was holding her to me, feeling her warm skin next to me. “Are you embarrassed of me, at what a nasty girl I am?” She was trying to kid, but I could feel her tension and hear the insecurity creeping into her voice.

“Shock? No, not at all, baby. A little surprised, but not that you had nasty desires, only that you were able to let go and express them.” I pulled her closer, felt her breasts press against me. “It turns me on to see you let go, seeing you so hot, so lusty.” I kissed the top of her head. I took a breath, continued. “I never fantasized about seeing you with another guy,” I whispered, “but seeing Mike fucking you was hot, really hot.” I paused. “Seeing his cock going into your pussy was fucking hot as hell. And seeing you loving it made it even hotter.” I kissed her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she cooed. “And there’s more to come.” She looked up at me. “Remember your promise.”

“I remember,” I assured her.

“Now let me up. I have to use the bathroom, and get ready for part two,” she said, struggling to her feet.

“I’ll need a few minutes. You two try not to fall asleep while I’m gone.” She took a few steps away, then stopped and turned. “Will this change us, Jason?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well,” she started, hand on her hip, naked and sexy in her casualness. “Will it change our relationship with each other? Or with our friends?”

“Good strong relationships are always changing,” I said sincerely, “but the strong ones get stronger. Good ones get better,” I paused. “If we didn’t have a good bond between us, and with our friends, we couldn’t do this, couldn’t be who we are.” She waited. “Will it change, sure. But I expect it’ll be better.”

She looked at me, thoughtful, and said, “I love you.” And went to the bathroom and closed the door.

I didn’t have time to consider our conversation before Mike returned. He poured more water and handed me one. There was an awkward silence between us. Finally he said, in a fake macho voice, “Hey, how about that game last week?” We laughed, and I stood up, and grabbed my boxers, suddenly aware that I was still naked and he wasn’t. When I sat back down he spoke.

“You’ve got a hell of a woman there, Jason.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Seriously, she’s terrific, she always been a good friend, and Marybeth and I like her a lot; you too. But she’s great, and, if I can speak frankly, she’s very sexy and, um, alive, I guess.”

“Speak frankly? You fucked her,” I grinned. “You just shot a load of cum on her face! Now you get all timid?”

“I’m not kidding. I’d be jealous of you if I didn’t have Marybeth,” he said. “Sue’s an incredible person, and a really hot, sexy girl,” he said. “She knows how to enjoy herself,” he chuckled.

“She sure does,” I confirmed.

“Is she always that vocal?”

“She vocal, but she never got that vocal before,” I laughed. “She was really wild.” I paused, then asked, “How about Marybeth? Is she wild?”

“You heard her stories,” he replied, grinning, “and you’ll find out for yourself soon.” He paused. “Sometimes I’m surprised at how adventurous she gets.”

“I hear that,” I said.

Silence, then Mike asked, “You like the shaved feel?”

“Fucking fabulous,” I said. “Her pussy felt great.”

“What about you? Your balls, I mean.” Well that caught me by surprise. I’d never discussed my balls with another man, and I hesitated, then thought, what the hell.

“Actually, pretty cool,” I said, raising my water glass in a toast. “I think I’ll keep it that way. Sue seems to like it.”

“I gotta take a piss,” he said, standing, and left the room for his bathroom.

I was alone only for a minute until Sue came out, fresh and naked. I told her Mike would be right back, and she kissed me, holding me close, smelling of soap and fresh clean skin. “I love you,” she said again. “Do you love me?”

“More than ever,” I murmured, and it was true.

“Remember your promise?”

“I do. You lovely, sexy woman. I do.” She smiled, and kissed me again. Mike came back in while we were still kissing.

“You guys starting without me?”

Sue laughed, and said, “I hope you boys took your pills, cause round two is coming up.” She looked at Mike. “I think I’m ready,” she said.

“I have to take a leak,” I announced, and went into the bathroom.

When I came back out, Sue was on the edge of the bed, on her back, her legs pulled way up, and for the second time in my life I saw Mike licking her asshole. Mike was holding her legs, and Sue’s hands were at her cunt, playing with herself. She was spread wide, and I got a near-perfect view of his tongue playing at her crinkled star, teasing and poking inside. His boxers were off, and I stripped down and watched my wife get her ass tongue-fucked, listened to her moaning with pleasure. We had touched each other’s asses occasionally, but never done anything like this. It was a passion I never knew in her, and she was wallowing in the experience. Mike seemed to get off on it too, really going at it, and I noticed he was already hard. I felt my cock stirring at the scene in front of me. I got up on the bed and knelt beside her, and leaned down to kiss her. Her eyes opened when she felt me next to her, and her mouth opened as we kissed, her tongue spearing into me, groaning into my mouth.

“Don’t forget,” she murmured.

“I won’t,” I whispered back, and she kissed me again,

She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, her face suddenly frozen. “His tongue is in my ass, oh, fuck, it feels so good, fucking lick my ass, fuck!”

I played with her tits, pinching her nipples lightly at first, then harder, pulling them away from her body, twisting them, and she cried out.

“Oh, that feels so good, tongue my asshole, fuck, that’s so nasty!” Mike continued for a few more minutes before letting Sue’s legs down, and Sue rolled over and knelt up. She arranged me up against the headboard, half-sitting with pillows behind me, legs spread. She knelt in front of me, staring at me with eyes that burned with lust. She lowered her head, keeping her ass in the air, and started licking my balls. Mike was still behind her, and then I noticed her bag up on the bed, opened. Before I could wonder what was inside I saw him lower his face to her upturned backside. I knew from her moan that he was licking her again. Her tongue bathed my balls and cock, licking and sucking everywhere.

After a few minutes of this, she lifted her head from my crotch and moved up to face me, coming closer. She put her arms around my neck, embracing me, still on her knees between my legs. Mike was leaning over, and removed a slim vibrator from the bag, a simple one with a slightly curved tip. I heard it start humming as it disappeared behind her.

She gasped a simple “Oh!” as it touched her, but I couldn’t see where it was. Her face was inches from mine, and she looked into my eyes, eager with anticipation and something else, almost fear. Her mouth hung slightly open as Mike stimulated her.

“M-mm, that’s it, yeah,” she said to me, but I think she was talking to Mike. “Right on my clit.” I could see his shoulders moving, his face down, concentrating on what he was doing between her legs. Her hips squirmed, and she held me tighter, murmuring her reactions.

“You like that?” Mike asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she managed. “Fuck, it’s so good, fuck me.” Her eyes closed for a few moments, and I felt her body reacting. The she suddenly relaxed and her eyes opened.

“Are you ready?” Mike asked her.

“Yeah,” she hesitated, then, more confidently, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.” Mike reached around her with the vibe, pointing it at me, still humming. It was slick and shiny. He motioned for me to take it. Sue adjusted her position, placing her hands on my shoulders, her forearms resting on my chest, and leaned her weight on me. “Put that on my clit,” she told me, and I squeezed my arm down between us. She adjusted her position so I could move my arm freely, and settled in. “You have to help me,” she said, a little unsteady. “Hold me. Keep that on my clit and hold me.” Despite her timidity, she seemed on the edge of an orgasm, the excitement in her practically rippling through her muscles. “Okay?” she asked.

I nodded, unsure what I was helping her with, until I saw Mike at the bag again. This time he was taking out a bottle of lube, and an assortment of butt plugs.

She was going to have her ass plugged. I felt my cock stir at the idea, even as the erotic excitement in me overshadowed the disbelief. My little, sexy wife, who had never expressed an interest in anal play, was on her knees, staring into my face, while she waited for Mike to slip a plug into her ass. I was almost trembling with anticipation; I could feel it in her, too, and she recognized it, and smiled.

“It’s hot, right?” she grinned. “You have to help me, Jason. Don’t let me go.” She turned to Mike. “Okay, I’m ready.” She turned her face back to me, and stared into my eyes.

I watched her eyebrows lift and her mouth open as Mike applied lube to her ass. I glanced over her shoulder to see him sliding a finger into her, working the lube inside. Her breath seemed to freeze, then gasp as he penetrated her tight back hole, and her fingers tightened a little on my shoulders. Then his hand moved, and I saw him aiming a small butt plug at her. I grinned at her as it disappeared behind her rounded cheeks. Her eyes crinkled, but her mouth remained open as the slim toy disappeared into her. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ and Mike rubbed her ass cheeks, and advised her to relax. The tension in her face and body slipped away, and she pushed her hips back to meet his insertion, groaning softly.

“Yeah, nice, that went in beautifully, Sue,” Mike encouraged her. “How does it feel?”

“Different. Full. Nice.” She coughed a laugh. “I expected pain, I guess. But it feels good.”

“Well, it’s the small one, so don’t worry.” He smacked her round cheek with a firm slap. “You’ll still get the pain. But I promise, you’re going to love it.” He began playing with the plug, and she chirped with surprise.

“Oh!” Her body jumped a little. I struggled to keep the vibe on her clit. “Oh, that’s good. Are you-?”

“I’m fucking your ass with the plug, getting you used to motion and penetration. You like it?”

“I – I – oh, I love it. It feels wonderful! So different, so – so unusual!” She looked at me. “Oh Jason, keep that on my clit. It feels perfect. He’s fucking my ass with a toy, oh, fuck, it’s good.” She paused. “Am I scaring you? I’m so excited I could explode.”

I reassured her while Jason continued to slowly slide the plug in and out of my wife’s anus. He switched hands, and his free hand picked up the second plug, a red one, slightly thicker and longer than the first. He showed to me, then rested it in her ass crack and drizzled lube on it. He continued moving the small one with one hand while he placed the tip of the second at her tight entrance. The next time he pushed it in, he pushed a little harder, deeper, and held it in, then pulled it slowly out, and inserted the second plug. This time her eyes bulged a little and a little cry came out. As Mike worked it a little further in, she cried out louder. He soothed her, I vibed her and held her, and soon I felt her body accept the bulb as it passed her outer ring and slipped into her. Her clutching hands again eased on my shoulders and she groaned with relief.

“Did that hurt? You’re doing great, baby,” Mike cheered her, and she moaned her assent.

“A little, not really pain, just, like, a resistance.” She heaved a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s good. Oh, Jason, it feels incredible, my ass is so full.”

“Well, not yet it isn’t,” Mike chuckled, starting to twist and pull the plug. For the first time the thought entered my head that she might get her ass fucked. I was afraid to hope for it, for fear of being disappointed it she didn’t go that far. But anal sex? My little Sue taking a hard cock in the ass? My head spun, and my cock leaped to full hardness, pressing against her belly. She leaned into me, pressed her lips against my ear.

“Oh, Jason, you like it too, don’t you!” she whispered softly. “You like seeing me take those toys up my hot ass. It feels so nasty, so fucking hot!” She pulled back, called to Mike. “Fuck that slut ass with that plug!” She looked at me and grinned, then her face froze in surprise as Mike did what she commanded. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out at first, and then a cry began and turned into a shout as Mike worked the plug in and out of her. Gradually she began to move, accepting the plug, then meeting it.

Mike encouraged her as he pulled and pushed and twisted, occasionally dripping additional lube on her ass. Then he switched hands again, and reached for the third plug, this one black, and fat and probably five inches long. Mike held it up, made an ‘amazed’ face at me that probably matched my own expression, then set it between her cheeks to lube it. He held the lube over her butt hole as he removed the red one.

“Good, it stayed open,” he commented as he dripped lube into her hole. Stayed open, I thought. Sue’s tight little starfish stayed open. I felt my cock drool a little precum, and I pressed up into Sue’s belly as Mike began inserting the third toy into my wife’s butt.

“Relax, now,” he started, “and when it hurts, push out, pulse your muscles,” he added. I watched her face change from excitement to concentration, and felt her body tensing and relaxing as she accepted the ass invasion. “That’s it, that’s great,” he said, “you’re ass is really stretching open, now here it comes,” he warned. Sue’s beautiful face scrunched in pain and shock, and then she suddenly cried out sharply.

“Stop!” she yelled, then added quickly, “Stop, it hurts, oh, fuck, no, don’t stop, I want it, don’t stop, just go slow, but don’t stop, I want my ass filled!” Her hand clutched at my shoulders as she pressed against me, evading but inviting this new torture of her anal passage. I whispered to her to relax, to open up, relax, rubbing her back, then moving my hand under to grab he tit and fondle her nipples. They were like rocks in my fingers. She was really getting off. Mike kept at it, and she kept crying out, and pushing back, until finally she exhaled completely and her body eased its tension.

“Whoa, there it is, it’s all in,” Mike cheered. “Fuck, your sweet ass is stretched, Sue! You took it all!” Sue groaned, and her eyes opened and she looked at me.

“Fuck, that hurt, but it feels so good!” she blurted. Mike sat back, and Sue told me to slide down, lie flat. “I want you to see it,” she told me, and turned around so her ass was facing me, and straddled my body with her legs. I was looking straight up at her shaved cunt, wet and open, and above it her beautiful ass cheeks framed the base of the black plug, settled tightly, her little back door stretched obscenely around it. I felt her mouth slide down on my cock as she lowered her pussy to my mouth, lapping hungrily at her juices as they washed into my mouth. Her pussy was so wet I thought I might drown, but I sucked at her hole, darting my tongue inside her heat, drinking her, before moving down to her clit. I starting working her little button with my tongue as she sucked my cock, and I could hear her grunting as her orgasm approached. I saw her butt clench and pulse at the plug in her ass. Then Mike appeared at her side, above me, holding the vibrator I hadn’t realized I’d dropped. He pressed the tip against the base of the plug as I licked her cunt, and she exploded in her climax, shouting around my cock, and her juices drenched my face. I sucked her clit as her orgasm began, then moved back to her gushing hole to enjoy her liquid treasure. I felt her body relax above me as the waves subsided.

Slowly she pulled herself off me, only to turn and straddle me again, facing me. She sat on my stomach, then lay flat on my chest. Mike moved back behind her. He was doing something, and when she reacted, I assumed he was working the plug as he had the last two, twisting it, then pulling it out, and putting it back in. He rubbed her ass cheeks, then gave them a slight tap.

“OK,” he said, “are you ready?”

She didn’t answer, she just adjusted her knees to a kneeling position and reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it on her slit a couple of times, moaning when it touched her still-sensitive clit, then raised up and sat down hard on me, taking my entire cock into her pussy in one stroke. The feeling was incredible, and I groaned, feeling her velvety walls envelop my rock hard meat, soaking me. I felt her juices run onto my balls immediately as she lifted and lowered herself a few times, and I rose to meet her. It was tighter because of the plug inside her ass, it felt different, like it was pressing on the underside of my cock every time I entered her. Then I felt it suddenly become looser, more open, and I heard Mike say, “Here we go.” Sue held still, pressed down on my cock, grinding her clit into me. She lifted herself on her elbows and looked down at me. Her face glowed as though on fire with lust.

There was a level of passion in her that I had only rarely seen before, something beyond desire, beyond wanton craving; something just short of madness, it seemed. More than a surrender to animal nature, it was an embrace of hedonistic debauchery, a delight in the abandonment of human limits and boundaries. She was desire. Her face inches from mine, she described it for me.

“I can feel it, the head of his cock, it’s pushing at my ass, I feel it. It’s opening my ass, and - Oh! – It’s inside me! I’m such a slut, I can feel his cock going in, he’s filling me, can you feel it? Can you feel him stuffing my ass from inside my cunt? Oh! – oh, fuck, he’s almost -”

Once again her eyes opened wide, and her mouth clenched, then opened, and clenched shut again, and then she yelled at me, “Oh, fuck!” Her face tuned up and she yelled, a long, loud wail, and when she ran out of breath her face came to mine again. I felt the pressure build in her pussy, and I knew he was sliding into her.

“Oh, he’s in my ass, he’s all the way in, fuck, that’s so hot, his cock is inside my, inside MY ASS, he’s fucking my ass,” she hissed, “his cock is in my ass, can you feel it, his fucking cock is filling me, holy shit, it feels so good, fuck, his fucking cock is fucking my ass!”

I felt it then, not just the pressure of her crowded stuffed pussy, but the motion of his body, and feel of his cock rubbing against mine through her. I was aware of his hands on her hips, his legs grazing mine. I moved my hands to her ass cheeks, squeezed them, pulled them apart, even as I began pushing up into her. I had no real ability to move my body, but my hips seemed to hump involuntarily, pushing up into her, meeting Mike’s thrusts down.

Sue was grunting, crying out, and intermittently spewing uncontrolled filth that I don’t know if she realized was out loud. “I’m such a slut,” she repeated, “Two cocks fucking me at the same time, I have a cock in my cunt and a cock in my ass, I must be a slut, I love it, my slut ass and cunt both getting fucked,” then she would howl and shake as an orgasm ripped through her. Her climaxes seemed not to end, only to recede and return. I felt her cum and juices soaking my balls and run down my ass, I felt her pussy, already tight from Mike in her backdoor, clenching in spasms on my shaft. Gradually her body lost its energy, and she lay, spent, between us as we hammered her cunt and ass, using her now not for her pleasure but for our own. I felt like I was going to cum soon, felt the telltale beginnings of my climax, as it began in my balls. Mike began pumping with more urgency then, and Sue seemed to reawaken, feeling the changes in the pounding she was receiving.

“Oh, yeah, come on,” she called out, “fuck me harder, fucking cum in me, fill my pussy and ass with cum!” She tried to turn her head, calling to Mike. “Fuck my slut ass, Mike! Shoot your hot cum up my ass! Make me cum with both my slut holes full of hot cum!” Could I ever kiss that dirty mouth again? As if hearing my thoughts she lowered her face to mine, jamming her tongue into my mouth, moaning into me; not really a kiss, just passionate mouths jammed into each other, tongues wrestling, breath panting and grunting. I heard Mike then, “Here it comes,” he said, low at first, then repeating it louder, and louder, and Sue broke off the assault on my mouth, urging him on.

“Yeah, cum in my ass, Mike, come on, give it to me, fill me up, fill my ass with cum!” And then he bellowed, and pushed into her, and she cried out with delight as she came again. I felt her tense, and freeze, and Mike stopped thrusting, just pulsing his hips into her as he filled her ass with his hot load. It was too much for me, and my climax took me suddenly, and I pushed up into her, shooting my own load deep into her sopping cunt as I yelled to her.

“Take that cum, you slut! Take my hot cum in your slut cunt!” She ground her pussy on me, wriggling on the two cocks filling her, still moaning as her thunderous orgasm subsided.

Slowly, we all stopped moving, until she lay still on top of me, panting and lifeless. My dick retained most of its hardness, sweltering in the hot liquid of her pussy. I felt Mike move, and his weight came off her as he pulled up and back, and she groaned as he pulled out of her. He paused a second, behind her, then fell to the bed beside us, breathing deeply, exhausted.

“Holy shit, Sue,” he managed, “you are so fucking hot.” She looked at him. “Your ass looks so nasty.”

“M-mm, I bet,” she replied. “I can feel your cum inside me, it’s hot inside my ass.”

“When I pulled out,” he told her, “it was open, and cum was leaking out.” I felt her pussy clench a little, even as my cock softened and slipped from her. I felt my own load spill out onto me.

“O-oo, that’s nasty.” She turned to me. “You want to see?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but struggled up off me, and turned around onto her back, wedging herself between us, her head at our feet. She spread her legs, laying one each across our chests, and exposed her pussy and ass, lifting her hips slightly, just inches from our faces.

Her cunt was red and open and cum spilled out, globs of it running down her crack. Below, her ass struggled to close, and I saw Mike’s jizz being squeezed out. I could smell the mess of our combined juices and cum. I was stunned by the image, but managed to speak.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, you look so fucked,” I began, not thinking I was talking about my wife in front of another man. “Your ass is dripping cum, and so is your nasty slut cunt.” As if on cue her hands appeared, one inserting two fingers into her open pussy hole, the other snaking down below. I watched my wife slip a finger into her own cum-filled ass. She cooed with pleasure.

“Yeah, you slut, finger that fucked ass, you feel that cum? You’re a dirty cum slut, taking cocks in both your holes at once,” I encouraged, “feel that hot cum in your ass and your cunt.”

Then she wasn’t just playing, she was really fingering herself, and Mike and I watched as she added a second finger to her ass, pumping it in, coated with semen, as her other hand pushed a third finger into her cunt, and the heel of her hand pressed her clit. She panted, and groaned, and her pussy clenched on her fingers as she came again, squeezing more cum out around her soaked fingers.

Finally her hips lowered, and her fingers slipped out, and she exhaled deeply, and lay still. She took her hand from her pussy and raised it to her face. I craned my neck to see her suck the cum from her hand, and then it lay on her chest, glistening and still. We were all motionless for a few minutes. Mike was the first to move, sliding out from under her leg, and he knelt and moved up to her face, and kissed her, softly, with a little tongue. He got off the bed and went silently to the door, and left us alone.

We stayed there a few more minutes. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew we were done for the night. I finally stirred, moving her leg off me, and went to the bathroom to start the bath. When I came back in she was still in the position I left her, lying on her side, eyes closed. I leaned in and kissed her and she stirred. I tasted cum on her lips, and felt a tingle of appreciation for my wonderful, sexy woman. Her eyes opened as I broke the kiss. I caressed her chest and tits lovingly.

“Hey, you,” she murmured.

“Hey, yourself,” I responded. She smiled and covered her hand with mine. “I’m running a bath. For you.”

“M-mm, you’re sweet,” she answered. Her eyes caught mine. “Do you still love me?” She smiled, but I knew she was serious.

“I think,” I told her truthfully, “that I may have fallen in love with you all over again.” She squeezed my hand.

“I’m serious,” she intoned, “I didn’t scare you?”

“Scare me? No,” I shook my head, fondling her soft nipple. “Not scared. A little surprised, maybe. And a lot amazed. And more in love than ever.” I paused.

“You’re not disgusted?”

“By what?”

“That your wife is a shameless slut.” She smiled, a little seductively.

“Disgusted? Not hardly. I feel, I don’t know,” I searched for the right words. “Admiration? Wonder? Hell, I knew you were sexy, and naughty, but I never dreamed -”

“You’re not angry?”

“Did you expect me to be?”

“I was a little afraid,” she said, rising up on one elbow. She looked so sexy that way, relaxed, her tits hanging slightly from her chest. Smelling of sex. God, she was gorgeous. “I thought you might be angry that was so, you know, so dirty.” She paused. “So slutty.”

“How could I be angry? You’re so sexy, so beautiful. So passionate.”

“Even when I put two hard cocks in my mouth?”

“That was hot,” I admitted.

“I licked your balls.”

“And sucked them,” I added. “That was great.”

“By the way, they are great shaved. Keep them like that. I want to do that again. A lot.”

“I will if you keep your pussy shaved.”

“You got a deal, partner.” Her eyes dropped a moment, then looked at me again. “I let Mike fuck my ass.”

“Really? I missed that,” I kidded. She smacked my chest playfully as she sat up.

“You know what I mean,” she said. “I never had anal before. We never did it.”

“We will now.”

“You better believe it.”

“I don’t have two cocks, though. I can’t fuck both holes.”

“We can use a dildo, or a vibrator,” she offered.

I paused. “Double penetration. My sweet little wife likes to get DP’d.” I shook my head. “It was good?”

“Oh, my God, it was fucking great!” She struggled off the bed. “Ow, my ass is sore.”

“I guess it hurt? Why do you want to do it again?” I asked, taking her arm, and leading her to the bathroom.

“A little, but a sexy hurt. A nasty, sexy pain. And only for a little bit.” She grinned at me. “Then it felt great. I’m hooked. We’re going to do it a lot.” In spite of the events, I felt my dick stir. “It’s sore now, though. But so is my pussy, and my jaw.” She smiled, big and proud. “I feel like I got fucked in every opening I have!”

I helped her settle into the hot water, and we talked sparingly while I bathed her and washed her hair. She relaxed and let me take care of her. I dried her, and showered quickly, and we fell asleep naked, clean and warm. It was quiet, and sensual, and a perfect end to a fabulous night.