“It’s just really hard for me to believe you,” said my wife, Mindy, sounding frustrated with me. “How is there nothing at all that I could do to make you jealous?”

It was Saturday night, and our college football team had another night game scheduled. As was tradition, my buddy Ryan spent the day with us at our place for all the games, ending with our home team. We would typically grill, cool off in the pool, and drink as we watched the meaningless games slotted before the big one. My wife and I felt so comfortable with Ryan, as he was often the third wheel between us. None of us ever got offended or shocked at anything the other might say.

See, Ryan has been dating around for years, and my wife was always fascinated by the stories of his dates and the things he would get into with some of the women. She would share stories of her past adventures with him without hesitation. She and I had opened up about everything we had ever done in the past, so it wasn’t a bother to me that she would excitedly tell him stories of adventures she had before me. In all honesty, I would often find myself aroused when Mindy would tell her stories in detail. She was mostly trying to show Ryan that she wasn’t just another boring wife, like some of the other girls in the group.

My wife had brought this whole jealousy thing up before, often even, but never in the presence of another person, let alone a really good friend of ours. I wasn’t sure how to feel, listening to her casually let out my dirty secret, telling him how instead of making her cover up her body for date nights, I would actually encourage her to put it on display and tease others. “The more my nipples show through my top, the more turned on he gets,” she told Ryan, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

He was clearly amused with the conversation; I mean, who wouldn’t be? “Can you believe that he prefers having my thong in his pocket when I wear skirts?” she asked him, raising an eyebrow at me to gauge my reaction, then looking at him, “Instead of my panties actually covering up my,” she trailed off, glancing down between her legs as if we didn’t know where she was going with that sentence.

“I mean, I can totally see how that's sexy,” Ryan shot back, defending me. She looked defeated. “Oh, sexy,” she challenged, “Hey babe,” she said mimicking my voice, “That guy across the bar has been trying to look up your skirt; why don’t you show him something he will never forget?” she mocked me, mimicking my voice. “The guy came up to us after he noticed my legs spreading wide in his direction,” she said to Ryan. “He bought us both drinks,” she continued, despite me trying to interrupt her, “and he even commented on how hot my skirt was.” There was a mix of frustration and excitement in her voice.

“Oh damn, but you went with it and gave him a little show then, huh?” Ryan smirked.

Watching her get loose and a little flirty when we are out is exciting to me, and I know she gets into it too. She was just giving me a hard time with Ryan. I am confident that she would never leave me for someone else. Our relationship is rock solid, and the sex we have is amazing for the both of us. That being said, watching her tease other men, clearly enjoying the attention strangers give her when we go out, and even flirting a bit shows her that she is desired. It’s like her being single and playing the game, knowing she is still going home with me and getting laid. I think of it as foreplay in a way.

“Babe, I really don’t think I have it in me to feel jealous. I mean, it’s not like you have ever pushed me to a point where I would feel uncomfortable. I love watching you flaunt your sexy little body and letting loose when we go out,” I assured her. “What’s wrong with letting others enjoy the view?“

My buddy was smiling from ear to ear as he listened in, sipping his scotch.

“Well, I am sure you wouldn’t feel the same way if it was Ryan checking me out in one of my date night outfits and not just some stranger at the bar,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow at me.

She was wearing gray PJ shorts and a white tank top. I could tell she was wearing a bra underneath, so I didn’t think she was in a teasing mood, but her nipples were clearly a little hard. I eyed her down and immediately noticed the edge of her pink thong peeking out the hem of her shorts with her legs crossed.

“Well, I can guarantee that you would make Ryan’s night if you were all dolled up and actually dressed like that,” I replied, taking a sip of my own drink as I admired her. He laughed but didn’t add anything to the conversation. “Actually, neither of us would complain if you were dressed a little sexier right now,” I added, winking at her as she caught me looking at her subtly exposed thong.

She chuckled in disbelief, looking over at Ryan, only to notice that his eyes were also exploring her body. I thought she would enjoy the attention, but I wasn’t sure, as we watched her set the wine down on the coffee table and get up from the couch.

“Where are you going? I didn’t mean to upset you, babe,” I said, reaching out for her hand as she walked past me.

“I’ll be back, and I am definitely not upset,” she assured, grazing her hand on my shoulder as she passed me. “Careful what you wish for, though; I am going to put you to the test, brave guy,” she said, swaying her ass seductively as she disappeared into our room.

“Oh boy,” I said to no one in particular, feeling aroused and wondering how she might come out. We were home, so she technically had the ability to dress more provocatively than she would in public. She would often go out braless and with no panties for our dates, but that was just for me and any stranger looking. How brave would she get with Ryan in the room?

“This is going to be interesting, to say the least,” Ryan joked.

“Yes, it is,” I replied, smiling.

“You know,” he paused, “I can always pull my cock out to get things started,” he laughed. “You remember how Amy stared at it when I whipped it out at the Halloween party. I had no idea she was even there,” we both laughed, remembering how pissed Kevin was at his wife for gawking at Ryan’s dick.

Ryan was always known as ‘the guy with the huge cock’ in the group, and he loved to show it off under the guise of a joke, pulling it out for all of us to see. Fortunately for us all, he was always mindful to not clown around like that in front of our girlfriends or wives. It was a weird thing he did, but no one really ever said anything to stop him. I mean, if we had cocks like that, we would likely be doing the same, or worse. That one night at the Halloween party was a drunken accident, but we couldn’t deny that his dick was porn worthy, and we all kind of understood why Amy couldn’t take her eyes off it when he flashed us that night.

“What was that?” Mindy asked before she stepped into the room.

“Oh,” she caught me off guard as my mind wandered, “Just Ryan, being Ryan, babe,” I answered, wondering how much she had heard or how long she had been standing there.

We both looked over towards her, watching her turn the corner, coming into view in what seemed like slow motion. Her tits were bouncing freely under the white crop top, which perfectly accented her nipples through the impossibly thin fabric. Her short black skirt rolled up shorter than she would normally wear it, showing off her toned legs, and subtly flashing what seemed like a pink thong as the edge of the skirt flopped around loosely.

“You look hot, babe,” I managed to say as I snapped out of my haze. Noticing the bottom of her butt peeking out as she walked past me, I couldn’t stop myself from planting a soft pat on her bare ass. She jumped, feeling my bare hand on her ass, the noise louder than the slap merited. The sensation of all bare skin, on the palm of my hand, confirmed she had definitely hiked her skirt up much higher than normal.

“Are you really okay with me hanging out like this for the rest of the night?” Ali asked me as she slowly spun around. She looked at us both, clearly enjoying the fact that we were both staring, taking in her exposed ass as she leaned down to grab her wine glass from the table. The bottom of her bare breasts briefly flashed out the bottom of her short crop top, giving us quite the entrance.

“More than okay with it, babe,” I smiled at her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her nipple up her shirt. “No bra, huh,” I winked. “Does the bottom match?” I teased, knowing very well that she was wearing her sheer pink thong.

Her eyes shot open in shock, but she smiled. “No, it does not match, weirdo. I am definitely wearing panties,” she giggled. “Sorry that you have to be here for this, Ryan. I just want to put this man's jealousy to the test,” she said sitting down on the couch, drawing both of our eyes to her crossed legs.

“Oh, I am not complaining, Ali,” he laughed. “You look great.” He paused. “Sexy, even,” he confidently said, looking her up and down.

She grinned as she looked at me for a reaction, “Oh, I don’t mind him complimenting you; I agree with him. Your nipples look so sexy through that top.”

She squinted her eyes at me in defeat, slowly turning towards Ryan and dismissing my comment. “Ryan, what was it that I heard you saying about your cock and Amy staring at it?” she asked, turning up the heat, and I was all for it.

“Oh, uhh,” Ryan seemed a bit nervous, diverting his gaze from her chest. “It’s nothing, just an old prank I used to pull in college,” he answered, leaving out the details of the party.

“Baby, would it make you jealous if I wanted to see Ryan’s big cock?” she asked confidently.

“Oh, I am taking no part in this little experiment of yours. My dick is staying right where it is,” Ryan answered quickly but in a playful tone.

“I guess we will never know,” I chuckled.

She looked frustrated that he wouldn’t play along. She desperately wanted me to give in and admit that she could actually get me jealous.

Ali uncrossed her legs, bringing attention back to her short skirt. She seductively leaned forward, her legs very slightly parted as her elbow touched her knee, holding her chin up with her hand. “So how big is it that Amy couldn’t take her eyes off of it?” she asked, pushing the topic as her eyes shamelessly tried to pierce through Ryan's shorts.

Ryan looked at me for guidance, but I gave no reaction. He turned to her, “So you heard,” he said, pausing to think, before giving in, “It’s, uh, well, eight inches, and it’s thicker than most, from what I have been told,” he admitted.

“Oh fuck,” she said, surprised at her own reaction. “That, uh,” a daring smile swept over her face as she openly stared between his legs, “That's a really big cock, Ryan. I really think you should show it to me.”

Her nipples became hard as her gaze lingered, wondering if he was lying or not about his size. She tilted her head as if trying to take a peek up his gym shorts.

“Someone looks excited,” I joked.

She instantly turned red in embarrassment. “How does me talking about Ryan’s cock not bother you?” the smile on her face telling me she was enjoying this exchange.

“I think it’s actually kinda sexy to hear you talk about it so openly. I mean, he is big, from what I have seen, so I don't blame you for trying to get him to show it off to you, I said.

Her nipples were rock hard at this point, and both Ryan and I were enjoying the view through the crop top. Every movement she made caused her boobs to jiggle freely under the shirt, rubbing her nipples along the fabric.

She leaned back on the couch, causing her shirt to tighten over her chest, somehow making her nipples more apparent. “You hear that, Ryan? He likes me thinking about your big, thick cock,” she said, giggling.

Ryan shifted in his seat. “Fuck, I feel guilty that this is kind of turning me on, guys.”

“Well, maybe me turning you on might make him jealous,” she said, not breaking eye contact with him as she parted her legs. She smiled as she watched his gaze shift down to her skirt. She never even glanced my way as I shifted my chair over, getting the same view as him.

You could barely make out that her thong was pink, but I knew, from the brief flash we had earlier, that it was my favorite pair. It was a completely sheer, light pink thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. If she opened her legs more, or the light hit the right way, her pussy would be in full view for us.

He audibly gasped, glancing over at me for guidance, but I was leaning forward, trying to get a look myself. “Interesting choice of thong, babe,” I said, smirking.

She looked embarrassed and turned slightly red. She fought back her nerves and quietly said, “Don’t be jealous if Ryan accidentally catches a glimpse,” her giggle somehow made this all seem somewhat innocent.

“This is by far the sexiest thong,” I said, patting Ryan on the shoulder with the back of my hand. “When I saw it online, I had no choice but to buy it.”

“Really, babe,” she said, frustrated but smiling, “What does it take to get you to your limit?”

Her legs parted more, but she held her skirt between her legs, covering the thong. Her fingers playing with the edge, teasing to flash us both.

“Hey Ryan,” she said, looking over at him seductively, “Do you think it looks good on me?” she asked him, slowly raising her skirt up. She hesitated for a second before pulling it even higher towards her hips, completely exposing herself. Her shaved mound and lips pressed up on the thin fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Holy shit,” was all Ryan could manage as he shifted in his chair, staring at my wife’s pussy.

She looked at me as I bit my lower lip and winked at her. She smiled, directing her attention to Ryan, “Does my slutty little thong make your big cock hard, Ryan?”

Ryan sat up in his chair. “I plead the fifth,” he said, causing us all to laugh.

“You sure there is nothing you would like to comment on?” she said softly, bringing up her right leg on the couch. Her hands holding the skirt up, leaving her on full display for Ryan and me.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she shot her hands down to cover up between her legs but never brought her leg down from the couch or adjusted her skirt. “How have you not stopped me, babe?” she said to me, laughing, her eyes looking down at my bulge. “I feel like you should be mad at me.” Her fingers subtly pushed onto her thong, pressing on her clit as she sways her legs side to side.

“You have a beautiful pussy, love; why not show it off?” I said, sipping my drink.

“You really do have a hot, uh, well a hot pussy,” Ryan said bashfully, breaking his silence.

Her mouth shot open, reacting to his compliment. She couldn’t help but smile back, “I have a what, Ryan?” Her hand moved off to the side, giving us a clear view of her pussy again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Your pussy is fucking perfect.” His hand briefly pushed down on his crotch as he looked.

She softly moaned to herself, taking in a deep breath as she soaked in the comment.

“You hear that, baby?” she said, smiling at me. “Your best friend thinks your wife’s pussy is perfect.”

“You look so fucking sexy teasing us,” I smiled. “No jealousy, just pride,” I laughed.

“So you really don’t mind me being on display for Ryan?” she asked seductively.

“I don’t,” my response simple and effective.

“Hey Ryan, do you mind taking a picture of me with your phone?” she winked. Her hand lifted her crop top and flashed him both boobs as he quickly fumbled to open up the camera on his phone.

He snapped away, leaning forward and getting a few angles, before pointing between her legs, where we watched her fingers slip under her thong. We could see them teasing her clit in a circular motion before slipping into her pussy, wetting them, before she continued touching her clit.

“Baby,” she looked over at me, her eyes half closed, “Have I gone too far, letting Ryan have pictures of your naked wife?”

She never stopped rubbing as I emphasized, “Nearly naked,” I smirked, “And touching yourself, babe.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile, “I can be more naked, but only if he finally shows me what I want to see,” she whispered, lost in the moment as she pulled her thong off to the side.

“Oh shit,” Ryan grunted deeply, “You are so wet,” he pointed out, adjusting his crotch.

She looked embarrassed, “Maybe a little,” giving us a cute smirk, “I think I might be enjoying this a little too much,” her fingers tracing over her glistening lips. “I really thought just coming out dressed like this would do it, babe.”

“I’ll let you know when you are getting close, but this, this is fucking hot,” I affirmed.

“Ryan,” she paused, “I need your help to get him jealous.” Her legs shook. “I am so close, I can feel it.”

Ryan looked at me again, with no reaction from my end.

“Get him jealous by coming over here, Ryan,” she smiled. “Finish taking my top off.”

He took his time, thinking it over, before finally getting off the chair and leaning forward to try to hide his erection. The closer he got to her, the more he straightened out, my wife staring at his crotch with her mouth open in shock.

Even I noticed the bulge of his cock as it pushed against his shorts, hanging down between his legs. She patted the couch next to her and raised her hands, both boobs still out.

He stood before her, reaching for her shirt as his palms grazed her boob. He lifted her shirt off, her eyes locked in front of her, on his cock. “I see why Mindy couldn’t stop staring,” she giggled. I was hard, watching her boobs bounce as he sat next to her. She put her arms around him with her breast pressed onto his side, both of them leaning back on the couch before me, “Still not enough, baby?”

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

“Um, Ryan,” she said with her eye lingering on me, before turning back to him, pressing both boobs on his body, as her other hand teasingly rested on his knee, “Are you wearing boxers right now,” she asked him.

“Ugh, I wish I was,” he chuckled nervously, “But I kind of never wear them,” he admitted.

“Yeah, I can tell. I could see all of you through those shorts,” she giggled.

“Baby, I think Ryan needs these more than I do,” she said as she took her hand off from around his shoulders and leaned back, shifting her ass towards the edge of the couch. She pushed her thong deeper between her lips.

“Something tells me those won't fit him, babe,” I answered.

Her eyes shot open as she played with the elastic of the thong. “Careful what you say, babe; you might regret pushing too far,” she said, slowly peeling off her thong. She looked up at Ryan, watching him stare at her bare pussy as she let them fall and brought them up as they expertly hung from her toes.

“Ryan,” her body turned over so her head was on his chest looking up, her ass pointing to me, giving me the perfect view up her skirt of her ass and pussy. With her thong dangling in hand, she slid it over his leg, caressing him over his shorts and bare leg. “You can stop me too, but I want to see if my little thong fits you,” she said, spreading her thong out over his shorts, clearly touching but not grabbing his cock.

She looked back at me when he didn’t stop her from sneakily feeling him up. His breathing was heavier than before, and his bulge was clearly protruding. The tiny thong looked silly over his crotch.

“Let me see if you are right, babe,” she said, winking at me, staring at me as her hand trailed up his leg, under his shorts, holding her thong. Her hand slipped out, leaving her thong inside his shorts, as she looked back at me, wide-eyed.

When I didn’t flinch, she looked back towards him, smiled, and reached back into his shorts. I heard her gasp and adjusted myself for a better view. She looked back at me when she heard me moving. “Babe, I accidentally touched it,” she giggled. “I didn’t think it would be so far down his leg.”

Looking back to him, she raised the edge of his shorts with her other hand, exposing his cock to us both. I saw her hand holding her thong and the tip of his cock resting on the panties.

“Ryan,” she said, surprised, “your cock is huge.” Her response was unfiltered as she leaned back for me to see.

“Uh, thanks,” was all he could say as he throbbed on her hand.

“Um, can I see it, babe?” she said, looking back at me. I noticed her hand had wrapped around it, circling her tiny thong around the head and holding his cock up. “Mindy got to see it,” she reasoned.

I smiled. “Seems like you want to see it for you, not to get me jealous,” I teased.

“Babe,” she smiled and started stroking her thong over his cock, causing him to groan and tilt his head back, “Your best friend's cock is in my hand,” she paused, “Well, in my thong, and you have not stopped me.” She batted her eyelashes. “I am just a curious wife, trying to see what gets my husband jealous,” her tone so innocent.

I stood up, letting her notice my own erection in my shorts, repositioning myself next to Ryan with my drink. I looked down at her, her hand tucked into my best friend's shorts with his cock in her hand.

She shook her head in disbelief, biting down on her lower lip as her hand slipped out, without her thong.

She looked up at Ryan, reaching for the elastic of the shorts. He raised his ass off the couch, and she slowly pulled them down. His cock pointed down his shorts, exposing inch by inch until it flopped out onto his thigh.

“What the fuck,” my wife managed, her eyes locked on it as her elbows rested on either knee and her fingers intertwined, holding her chin up just inches from his cock.

She analyzed it, watching it throb as he felt my wife’s breath with every word.

“Does it get bigger?” she asked, raising her eyes at him with an amused look.

He flinched as he felt her breath again, “Oh, it's getting bigger,” he warned, his growth moving his cock closer to her lip.

“Oh, careful,” she said innocently, reaching for his cock and raising it so it wouldn’t touch her lips, still resting her head on her other arm. “It’s so heavy,” she whispered to herself, swinging it side to side under her grip, her lust apparent.

“You haven’t stopped me,” she said almost out of breath as she looked up at me. She brought both hands to his cock, wrapping them both around him, stroking him with hunger in her eyes. She leaned forward, never breaking eye contact with me, and opened her mouth. He gasped at the view. “Just kidding,” she giggled, looking up at him and pulling her face away.

“Wow,” was all I said. I was in shock, turned on by her actions and the visual of my wife's small hands working his huge cock.

“He wasn’t going to stop me,” she seductively whispered to Ryan, causing him to smile. “You weren’t going to stop me either,” she teased him.

“I am on cloud nine right now. I don’t think I have the willpower to stop you,” he laughed. “You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Do you think I look hot right now too, baby?” she asked me, leaning her head on his thigh, guiding his cock over her cheek as she rubbed the head along her cheek.

“You look like my own private porn star right now, baby,” I said, reaching into my shorts and slowly stroking.

“Are you really jerking off?” she asked, surprised, removing one hand from Ryan’s cock and sliding it down my shorts. She pulled them down, exposing my erection as it throbbed in my hand. “Oh fuck, that's kinda hot,” she said, amused, leaving my shorts pulled down and returning her hand onto Ryan. She stared at me, stroking him with a wicked smile, excited and clearly turned on.

Her lips inched closer as I stroked harder; I grunted as her nose made contact, followed by her lower lip. She dragged her lower lip on his cock, causing her lip to roll back. Her tongue came out just a little, licking his head.

Mindy’s eyes closed as she pushed forward, planting a wet kiss on the shaft of his cock. Her lips grazed up and down as she explored him. “Oh fuck,” Ryan moaned.

This encouraged her to lick up his cock as they stared at each other. With her lips pressed on the bottom of his head, she said, “Maybe this will make him jealous.” Her lips parted over his head, stretching over its girth, rolling over the head, and curving with the shape of his cock. She seductively lowered her lips past the head, savoring him. She was so into it and clearly justifying her behavior under the guise of still trying to make me jealous.

My wife moaned, closing her eyes before pushing her head further down. She whimpered, helpless as she reached for her pussy with one hand while stroking him into her mouth with the other. She was pulling him into her mouth, clearly lost in the moment. She loudly groaned and paused, letting him slip out of her mouth but keeping her lips pressed onto the tip, “I am sorry, babe. I think I got carried away,” her hand still stroking.

She watched my hand continue to stroke my own cock. I was so turned on by the show she was putting on. She clearly felt guilty that she lost herself, but watching her get into it was the sexiest part of this all.

“Don’t apologize, babe; you look so sexy to me with his cock in your hand. It’s sexy that you are clearly enjoying this,” I reached over, caressing her face as my thumb trailed her lip. “I'll let you know when I think you should stop,” I smiled, my hand guiding her back toward the tip of his cock.

She maintained eye contact as I guided her lips over his head, pushing her down a bit, encouraging her to take him back in her mouth. She looked down, noticing I was still hard and stroking, causing her to moan.

She slipped her lips off him briefly, grunting, “Fuck! You taste so good.” Her left hand grabbed him by the base and guided him back in. Her right hand reached over towards me and found my cock. I removed my hand as she took over stroking for me.

She savored the moment, and I wondered how he hadn’t cum in my wife’s mouth yet, as I myself was fighting the urge to release. I watched her tongue explore every inch of his cock as she expertly sucked him, passively stroking me on the side.

Just as I thought I was going to lose my internal battle, she stopped stroking and stood up in front of him, admiring his size as his cock twitched between his legs.

“I need a little break,” she said, smiling but catching her breath, wiping some precum off her lips, “Do you ever come?” she teased Ryan. Ali looked at me as she sat down on his lap, parting her legs around his and positioning his cock vertically, just a few inches from her bare pussy.

“I am assuming you are ok if I just sit on his lap, baby,” she asked me, stroking him between her legs.

“I mean,” I paused, “it’s not like you are fucking him right,” I shot back.

The shock on her face was somehow adorable. There was a tone of innocence in her reactions despite her stroking my best friend's cock between her bare legs.

“I am just trying to figure out what gets you jealous, not trying to cheat on you,” she teased. Her precum-filled fingers dragged over her lips and into her mouth, adding to the irony of her comment.

All I could do was smile, watching her manipulate his length, closer to her pussy. She stared at it, contemplating her next move and admiring her little hands on his cock.

“I mean, it's not like this would even fit inside me, babe,” she said quietly, the base of his cock now pressed up on her pussy, showing how deep he would be inside her if she took it there.

The contact of his cock on her pussy surprised even her, as she gasped the second it rested on her pussy, “I mean, look at how deep he would be,” she giggled, pressing her palm on the top part of his cock, pushing it a bit harder onto her pussy. Her other hand traced his head with her finger.

“So you have never had someone this size,” Ryan asked confidently, breaking his silence and somehow managing to not sound arrogant.

She smiled, leaning forward and pressing her finger, still covered in his precum, over his lips. “No, I have never had anything nearly this big inside of me.”

“I am not trying to cause problems,” he grunted in response to her now thrusting her pussy over his length, “But I am dangerously close to slipping in,” he grunted, “And you seem quite curious yourself.”

“Oh, please,” I chimed in, “You just want to feel her pussy on your cock,” I teased, softly pushing him.

“Well, baby, if you look closely,” she leaned back, giving us both a clear view, “my pussy is technically already on his cock.” She rolled her pussy up his length as she looked me right in the eyes, “Does it make you jealous?” she asked. I watched his head line up with her opening before she slid back down the base of his cock.

I bit my lower lip, loving her confidence. “Well, that depends. Are you really curious what his thick cock would feel like slipping past your tight little lips and pushing deep inside you?” I challenged.

She bashfully answered, “Kind of.”

“Kind of what?” I asked, pushing for more out of her.

She looked down at his cock, “I kind of wonder if it fits,” her hips rolling up his cock to the head, “Like even just the tip,” her opening lined up as she lowered herself onto him, “Oh fuck,” we all gasped at the view of her lips parting and taking him.

She softly moaned, looking right at me as the head slipped in, “Just to see what the tip might feel like,” she practically moaned, her eyes falling shut as she soaked in the new sensation.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, holding her by the hips. “Bro,” he paused, fighting back another grunt, “is this okay with you?” he asked, worried he let my wife go too far. He held her still, but I noticed his cock throbbing at her entrance, expanding and contracting inside my wife’s pussy.

“I haven’t asked you guys to stop, have I?” I answered with my eyes locked on my wife’s pussy, parted by my best friend’s throbbing cock. “Let’s find out if I have it in me to feel jealous.”

The truth is that I wasn’t sure if I was or was not feeling jealousy. The visual was turning me on so much. Sharing this moment with my wife and my best friend was surreal. The openness of it all was so erotic, watching her legs parted, pussy on display as his head slipped slowly into her bare pussy.

“Baby, this feels so fucking good,” she moaned, getting slightly past the head.

“What feels so good, Mindy? Say it,” I teased.

“Ryan’s cock inside me, inside my married pussy,” she whimpered as he pushed in a bit, “How he felt in my mouth, his taste,” she softly moaned, “And the way his huge dick is just parting me right now, baby, pushing my lips apart, blissfully stretching me out. I feel so full, and Ryan only has an inch or two inside me, inside your innocent wife’s little pussy.”

My mouth was wide open in shock, replaced by a wicked smile. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Ouf,” she whimpered and braced herself on his shoulder. “He liked that too,” she smiled, feeling him expand inside her as a reaction to what she just said.

“What is there not to like?” he said, looking between his legs. “Look at how sexy your pussy looks right now. How your lips wrap around my cock, your shaved lips just stretching around me when I pull back,” he grunted, slightly pulling himself out. Her lips looked as they held onto him, not wanting to let him slip out as they pulled him back in.

I had to admit, it was a porn-worthy scene. We all watched the scene before us, huddled together in awe, before she teased us, “You know I am married to your best friend, right? You shouldn’t be calling my pussy perfect right in front of him,” she giggled.

He smiled and shot back, “And you shouldn’t be as wet as you are, trying to accommodate his best friend's cock in your very married pussy,” he paused, “Don't forget, this was just to make him jealous, but we can all hear how wet you are.”

She was halfway down his cock, as they teased each other, “Maybe if you finished sliding that big cock in me and properly fucked me in front of him, we can get him to admit his jealousy.”

I grunted as I stopped stroking myself, careful not to cum too quickly.

He smiled, holding her by the ass and easily getting up off the couch. His cock never slipped out of her. “Maybe if you had more room to move, you would find it in yourself to ease your pussy all the way down.” He looked over at me, with my wife’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him tight, “Mind if we fuck on your bed?” he asked, joining my wife in trying to get to me, but I was actually liking it all more and more.

Her eyes shut briefly as her weight eased more of him in. She leaned into his ear and whispered something that made them both smile. Ryan grabbed her ass firmly and asked again, “Mind if I fuck YOUR WIFE,” he emphasized, “on your bed?”

“I am going to fuck Ryan’s brains out on our bed, baby; come watch,” she teased. “Go ahead, Ryan, but you better take it easy on me, and I better cum.” She leaned down, kissing him on the lips, her tongue trailing over his bottom lip as she looked me right in the eyes. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, locking eyes with Ryan, “Each step you, ugh, take is forcing you deeper.”

He laughed, “You are so wet right now, you might just be able to take it all if I thrust hard enough,” he said, carefully easing her past the threshold of our bedroom. “But let's see your start from the beginning,” he added, as I watched his cock slowly slip back out, noticeably wet with a mix of the two of them.

She looked thrilled with the idea, crawling on the bed, giving him space to lay down. She admired his cock as it rigidly stood straight up. She caressed it, “It’s such a hot cock, baby. You sure you’re ready to see him inside me again?” she teased, following me with her eyes as I sat next to him on the bed, legs hanging off as I gripped my cock, “You barely got halfway. I think he might be too big for you,” I challenged.

She straddled him, his cock pressed against her, the head well past her belly button. “Does it make you jealous that he will be deeper than anyone I have fucked?” her finger tracing over his head to show how deep it will be, dismissing my comment.

“Not at all. I actually wonder if you are going to enjoy his size, or if it will be too much for you,” I responded.

“Do you think I can handle your big cock, Ryan?” she asked, grinding her pussy over his cock as her fingers traced around the tip. “You think my tight little married pussy can take it?” Her eyes widened as she felt him throb in her hand, reacting to her brazen questions.

“If you keep talking like that, you will only make it harder on yourself,” he chuckled. “I am well aware that you are married to him; no need to remind me.”

“Good point,” she responded, guiding the tip back over her opening. His head was parting her lips as the first two inches slipped in easily. She gasped but managed to smoothly ease more of him in. “My pussy seems to have opened up for you,” she giggled, “At least this far.”

I wanted to tease her a bit, so I put my hand on his shoulder, causing him to look at me, “Do you think Mindy is still doing this to try and get me jealous, or is she just enjoying herself too much? I mean, look at how she is staring at your cock each time you thrust into her.”

He smiled and looked down. “Oh fuck, don’t do that, babe,” my wife said, squirming as he throbbed inside her.

“I mean, look at her. She’s so turned on from feeling a new cock inside her,” I smiled as Ryan gripped his cock at the base. She moaned but shot back, “Asshole.” A wicked smile appeared on her lips. “He’s going to stretch me out if you keep, ugh, doing that.”

She was growing wetter, getting half of his cock inside her, when he complimented her pussy. She paused, looking at Ryan, “If he is going to play that game, I think I would rather make him watch you fuck me instead of me riding you,” she challenged. “Let’s see if watching his wife get taken finally gets him jealous, big daddy Ryan,” she smiled, grabbing his cock by the base and easing him out. She rolled over, putting her head on my lap as she parted her legs.

“Now you have to watch him take my pussy, baby,” she said, looking up at me as she held her legs wide.

He took his time, kissing up her leg and looking up at her, forming goosebumps all over her body. “Careful,” she said softly as he neared her pussy, “It’s a bit messy there,” she sighed, causing no hesitation from him as he planted soft kisses on her swollen lips, teasing her as his tongue savored every inch.

I felt her weight shift on my thigh as he sucked her clit into his mouth, her moan reverberating through my body as her hips rolled forward, begging for more. “I need you to fuck me, Ryan. I want him to see how much better your cock makes me feel,” she groaned, turning herself on.

“Only to make him jealous,” he teased as he slid up her body, guiding his cock into her. She gasped as he now took control, pushing in harder than before. Mindy tried to fight back her moans, but that only made them come out more intensely when they escaped her lips. He managed to ease a good amount of him into my wife, but he seemed to hit a wall. Her grunts made it clear he was pushing deep into uncharted territory.

Ryan found a rhythm as she begged him not to stop. The slapping noice of either his hips against hers or his balls slapping her ass grew louder. Her moans filled the room as her fingers trailed down to her clit, feeling the base of his cock as she leaned forward, shocked that she had finally taken all of him. She grabbed him, making it look like she was fucking herself with his cock, and looked up at me.

“Baby, Ryan feels so perfect inside of me,” she moaned, reaching for my cock with her free hand. “I love that you are so hard right now too. I don’t think I can stop if you asked me to,” she moaned loudly.

“Enjoy this, baby You look hot. This is just the first time; once you get used to him, it will be easier to take him,” I said.

“First time,” she squeezed my cock, “You would be ok with me regularly fucking him,” she asked.

“Well, I know Ryan can keep this between us,” I chuckled. “So as long as you don’t keep anything from me, I don’t mind you two enjoying each other when you crave it.”

“Oh fuck,” Ryan moaned, causing her to giggle. “You hear that, Ryan? This pussy is yours when you want it. I know I won't be able to say no to this when you call.”

Ryan moaned loudly, pushing in hard as the base of his cock disappeared into my wife. “Oh fuck, I need to stop for a second,” he said, his cock throbbing and begging for release as he held it inside her.

“Hm, that feels nice. I can feel you pulsing inside me,” she smiled. As he held himself above her with his arms on the bed, my wife took my hand and guided it over her pussy. I started rubbing her clit as he held his cock still, inside her.

Her head tilted back as she enjoyed the sensation. I could feel her wetness over her clit as my fingers grew slick, at least I assumed it was hers and not a mix of the two of them. She was softly moaning as she stroked me, feeling my cock harden just as he resumed his thrusts.

“Oh,” she whimpered, “I didn’t know this was my biggest fantasy until today,” she admitted, “Two men pleasing me at the same time,” she gasped, placing her lips on my cock and taking me in her mouth. I moaned, feeling her wet mouth on me, her hand over my own as I stimulated her clit.

His thrusts became harder, causing her to moan, the sound muffled by my cock, but it reverberated all over my body. She was lost in the moment, sucking me in the same rhythm he fucked her. Her hand subtly pushed down, sliding my fingers off her clit and onto her lips. I could feel her lips parting each time he pushed into her. It caused me to throb in her mouth.

“Ohh fuck,” she moaned, her eyes shut, as the first orgasm took over her body. I could feel her tightening as her moans grew more animalistic.

“Fuck me, Ryan, I’m cumming,” she moaned, passively holding my dick. “Cum inside me. I need to feel you fill me up,” she said, looking at me. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, my fingers working her harder, occasionally slipping down to her lips as I heard him grunt.

“Oh fuck, I can’t,” Ryan moaned. “I can’t hold it, man,” he said as I watched his dick twitch, sending rope after rope of cum into my wife’s willing pussy.

“That's it, cum in my married pussy, Ryan,” she squealed, her orgasm extending well past the normal duration. “Make my pussy mold to your beautiful cock,” she was lost in the moment.

I could see his cum leaking out as I put pressure on her swollen clit.

Ryan fell on top of her body, exhausted and catching his breath, forcing me to slip my hand out between them.

“That was the hottest sex I have ever had. Thank you, guys,” he said, collapsing next to her as his cock deflated and slipped out of her.

She held the cum in her pussy, careful to not get it on the bed. Her fingers started tracing her pussy and spreading it all over herself as she came down, smiling at us both.

Ryan lay on his side, caressing her nipples as she looked up at me, spreading his cum on her bottom lip, “So not even Ryan making me cum like I never have before, huh? Filling me up with his huge cock and cumming inside your wife’s pussy. Not only does that not make you jealous, you end up inviting him to fuck me whenever he wants.”

“Baby, you feel how hard I am,” I smiled. “You putting on a show like that for me, pleasing my best friend, is something I could have never dreamt of.”

She shifted up on the bed, holding her pussy as she crawled to me. Her legs wrapping around mine and guiding my cock into her dripping pussy, “Maybe I will have to go to Ryan's apartment while you are at work one day and send you videos of him fucking me. Is that what you have in mind?” she asked.

“I might have to rush out of the office to meet you guys,” I responded, kissing her as she started grinding on me.

Her pussy felt very different, more open, wetter, and the stimulation proved to be too much for me. I instantly found myself fighting my orgasm as her soaking pussy easily took me in and out.

“Let it go, baby. Show me how much you liked watching me be naughty,” she whispered. She moaned as she felt me explode inside her, cumming more than I could ever remember.

She kept me inside her and grabbed Ryan’s flaccid cock, leaning down to kiss the head, taking him in her mouth one last time, “Yum, I love my new toy,” she groaned, “You two are going to be fun to please.”

We all passed out, exhausted and fulfilled. Lying next to each other in our own mess.

This was going to make our friendship with Ryan very interesting, so long as he can keep this between us.