I got right to the point. “Sweetheart, this is Jerry. Jerry has a huge cock.”

Jerry laughed softly but shook my wife’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said to her. Michelle smiled. “Like what?”

He leaned in, and I couldn’t help but notice how his large dark hand looked cradling her small pale one. I work with Jerry, and the man’s six foot four if he’s an inch.

“Like how pretty you are, how smart you are, and how tight you are… ”

Michelle blushed but didn’t let go of his hand. “Are you joining us tonight, or is this just a meet and greet?”

Both of them turned to me for the answer, and I shrugged. “Either’s fine by me. It’s up to you two, really. I mean, you’ll be fucking my wife and” — I looked at my Michelle — “you, my dear, will be fucked. So you two tell me what you’d like.”

I poured out three glasses of wine and watched them consider one another. I could tell by the way Michelle’s chest was flushed that she was sexually attracted to Jerry. And since I’d been working with Jerry long enough to consider him a friend, I could tell that he was digging my wife. He couldn’t stop his eyes from lingering here and there as he considered her physical charms.

“I think today would work,” she said finally.

His smile seemed a mile wide as he chimed in, “I was thinking the same thing.”

“Good. I say we have a drink and then get to it. I, for one, have been envisioning this for a very long time.”

I let them chat up each other, all the while watching their body language. Observing Michelle working her magic on a new man never failed to turn me on. There was something about the way my wife owned her body and her siren — like sexuality that made my dick hard. And having gotten an eyeful of Jerry several times in the gym, unencumbered by things like clothing, I was eager to see my wife taking that big cock of his — and I planned on having a close — up view of the action.

“I sucked her clit hard and then soft, alternating to keep her off balance.”

When the wine had been drunk and he’d touched her thigh and she’d pressed his biceps, I rubbed my hands together. “Okay, kids, what’ll it be? To fuck or not to fuck? That is the question.” I laughed. “But after watching you two together, I think the real question is: Can we get to this already?”

I rose and extended my hand to my wife. Michelle took it. After she stood, Jerry took hold of her other hand. Together, we led her to the stairs. Then I preceded her up the steps, and Jerry followed after her. Our bedroom was off limits when we took a third. Since we kept the marital bed to ourselves, I made a right into the guest room, the bed of which was done up with luxurious linens. Only the best for our play partners.

“Take those pants off,” I heard her whisper to Jerry. “I’m dying to see.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I lowered the blinds. She’d probably been imagining his cock since I’d told her about it, and now she couldn’t stand to wait any longer.

I turned to watch Jerry lower his jeans and then push down his boxer briefs. His big dick was already hard, and when it sprang free, Michelle gasped. I watched, aching to grab my own cock, as she took his dark erection in her pale hand. She grasped his shaft and began to stroke him until he made a sound deep in his throat and his eyes drifted shut.

I took off my pants and my shirt and folded them neatly before placing them on a chair. Then I walked up to Michelle and she wrapped her free hand around my cock. She began stroking both of us simultaneously. I leaned in and brought my lips to hers, holding a big handful of her hair in my hand and tugging her head back so I could kiss her deeply. She broke our lip — lock and turned to our guest. Jerry kissed her passionately, emitting a subtle growl that belied his excitement. Michelle’s fist tightened on my cock, and she made a desperate, breathy sound that made my balls ache to come in her, on her. It didn’t matter.

Judging by Jerry’s reaction, I guessed he felt the same.

Michelle let go of us and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her hand and started to stroke him again while licking and sucking his knob. I know my wife and knew she’d be drenched. I got on my hands and knees behind her and slipped my fingers into her cunt. She was wet beyond belief, and she moaned around Jerry’s girth as I probed her.

“Fuck,” I said. And then I did just that, pulling my fingers free of her pussy and sliding my cock inside her.

Michelle moaned, thrusting herself back against me while sucking Jerry as deeply as she could. I held her hips and rocked into her, watching her palm his big balls and work his shaft with her lips and tongue.

Jerry’s head titled back, eyes shut, as he held fistfuls of her dark hair. He drove into her willing mouth over and over, grunting with each stroke.

I shut my eyes for a moment because the visual was going to make me climax. No doubt about it. And I most definitely did not want to shoot yet. But I wanted her to come.

I pushed one of my slippery fingers into her asshole and pushed it deep. I could feel the friction of my dick driving into her other hole over and over. I fucked her a little faster, and when I felt her muscles tighten around me, I added a second finger to her backdoor.

Michelle cried out, her sounds muffled by Jerry’s thrusting dick. She shivered and her spasming pussy milked my cock. I bit my tongue to keep from coming and pulled free of her quickly.

“I pushed one of my slippery fingers into her asshole and pushed it deep.”

I watched, mesmerized, as he entered her slowly, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. When I mentioned he’s big, I wasn’t lying. I heard my wife cooing and groaning as he stretched her with great patience. Once he was seated deep, he simply stayed there, holding her hips as she gyrated on his dick.

“Help a girl out,” she said to me, and all I could manage in response was a dumb nod. I worked my way under her, lying on my back on the firm mattress. I got directly beneath her pussy and took a moment to appreciate the close — up view of Jerry’s cock penetrating my wife’s tight cunt. Then I put my hands beneath my head to elevate myself and started to lick her puffy clit. I swirled my tongue and flicked the glossy knot of flesh and watched her squirm. She moved against him and then against me, constantly trying to make contact with one man or the other. I levered my head up and latched onto her, and she cried out because now — no matter how she moved — there was contact. I sucked her clit hard and then soft, alternating to keep her off balance. All the while her body rocked above me and Jerry pounded her from behind.

I took hold of my cock and started to jerk off hard and fast. Her cries were enough to have me on edge, and when I felt myself go just a bit too far past that, I slammed my hand down on the bed. I didn’t want to come yet. Not like this. Not in my fist.

Michelle came with a shout, pressing her pussy down against my lips and tongue. I lapped up her copious juices and sucked her clit until she hissed and pulled back. Then after one more good look at the big, dark cock sliding in and out of her rosy cunt, I slid out from underneath her.

I wiped my mouth and stared at Jerry who barely looked like he was hanging on at this point. When Michelle comes, her pussy squeezes your cock beautifully. It’s hard not to follow suit when she has an orgasm.

“Fuck her ass,” I said softly, eager to mix things up and keep this scene going.

Michelle moaned with abandon. “No, no, no… he’ll never fit.” But her eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed darker and she pushed her body back against his pistoning cock even as she said the words.

“Breathe,” I said. “It will.”

Jerry looked dubious, but I saw him pull out and look at her snug asshole. “I’ll walk you through,” I said. “First, get your fingers wet in her pussy. She’s soaked right now.”

He followed my directions, and Michelle groaned, rocking back to meet his touch. Every motion of her body told me she wanted her ass to be impaled by Jerry’s big, black dick.

“Now push one finger in her ass. Slowly.”

More moaning and arching from my wife. She was delirious.

“Now another… ”

She sighed blissfully, and I smiled.

“When you feel she’s relaxed, pull out your fingers and replace them with your dick.”

Jerry did exactly that as Michelle mewled and moaned. “Here,” I said to her. “This will help you take your mind off what he’s doing.” I smoothed my cockhead over her lips, and she lapped at me, sucking me deep into her hot mouth.

I held her head and watched Jerry’s face as he inched his dick into her backdoor. When he was in all the way, I said, “Just stay. She’ll move when she’s ready.”

And then she did: thrusting back against him and sucking me greedily. I held her head and fucked her mouth as Jerry clutched her hips in his huge hands and reamed her ass. Michelle’s body bucked, and she cried out around my shaft as her pleasure built. She balanced herself on one hand and put the other beneath her. I watched her shoulder rock as she played with her clit. When she climaxed, I lost my composure and came. She lapped at me as I shot my load. And then poor Jerry lost his hold, too. He pulled free of her and came across the small of her back, painting her skin with his pearly come.

Then Michelle was giggling. “What’s so funny?” I asked, laughing with her.

“Nothing. I was just thinking you should bring your friends home more often.”

Jerry joined in the laughter. I doubted he’d have a problem with being invited back.

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