“I found a new one, baby.”

John was grilling; he loved to grill even in the winter, but immediately he put his tongs down and turned to me. “Did you now? Where?”

“He comes in the coffee shop all the time. And he always watches me. And flirts with me.”

“Of course he does,” John said, pulling me close. His hands settled on my hips for a moment before sliding down to cup my ass. When he pulled me close I could feel his cock was hard already, and I hadn’t even finished telling him about my new quarry. “You’re the best barista there.”

“He orders shaken tea,” I added, laughing. “There’s no real art to that.”

“But there’s art to this ass,” he said, squeezing my butt.

He glanced at the grill, held up a finger, and proceeded to remove the steaks and put them on a platter to rest.

We moved inside the screened-in porch to the picnic table. The heater was running full blast, and the grill was cooling outside the door. We were completely shielded from the view of any neighbors. He sat on the bench and patted his lap. “Come tell me.”

I went to him and sat on his lap so my back was to his chest. He wrapped his arms around my middle, and I started to talk.

“I was being held in my husband’s strong arms for another man to eat my pussy.”

“He’s tall and thin, like a basketball player and has a deep sexy voice.

John raised his hips to press his hard-on against my ass, and I sighed.

“He finally asked me out,” I went on. “And I told him I was married. Then I explained our arrangement. I like to get fucked; you like to watch me get fucked, and all that.”

John gave a little thrust from beneath me, and my juices started to seriously soak my panties. It was surprising how much warmth the space heater was giving off, and it was amazing how much heat I was starting to feel inside.

“He said he’d like to join us.” John kissed the back of my neck, making me shiver. “He also said he’d like you to be involved somehow.”

“How?” he asked. Threesomes weren’t his thing. I knew that already.

“Not actually fucking me. But being involved more than watching from the corner.”

He’d grown still. That told me he was seriously considering my words. “We’ll see. When he comes here and explains, then I’ll say yes or no.”

I’d anticipated John’s reaction and had pretty much said exactly the same thing to Brandon.

“Deal,” I responded.

“Good. Now, take off your pants and turn around,” he said.

As I stood and obeyed, he opened his jeans and shoved them down his legs to free his hard cock. I pulled my pants down and off, but my long sweater fell to the tops of my thighs, giving me the appearance of being dressed. I faced him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his hard rod. It was utter bliss.

John kissed me, resting his hands on my hips as I rode him. He thrust up from beneath me and slammed into the most tender places inside me.

“You’re going to fuck him, and I’m going to watch — and it’s going to be as hot as hell,” he growled in my ear, nipping at my lobe so sharply I yelped.

My pussy clenched from that spark of pain, and I felt myself sliding even closer to orgasm.

“He’s going to use that pussy, and when he’s all done, I’m going to remind you who it really belongs to, love.”

I couldn’t help it — I came.

John laughed softly and held my hips so that he could drive up under me fast and hard. He came with a grunt, and then kissed me once more.

“Let’s go eat while things are still hot.”

With us, things were always hot.

Brandon came over on the appointed night, and he and John shook hands. For me, that’s always the oddest part. The “Nice to meet you. I’m here to fuck your wife.”

I’ll be honest — it always makes me giggle a little.

The three of us headed to the basement rec room, where we like to entertain. We purposely keep guests out of our bedroom.

The futon was already made up with some sheets and pillows.

“I’m told you’d like me to be involved,” John said.

Brandon had already taken off his tee and was yanking down his jeans.

“That’s right. I’d like you to be touching her. Just her, if that’s your worry…”

“I usually just watch.”

“I know what you normally do,” Brandon said with a smile. “Thought maybe we could mix things up a little.”

By that point, Brandon was utterly naked, and I liked what I was seeing.

“I’d like you to hold your wife while I screw her.”

John nodded. “I can do that.”

My husband kicked off his shoes but kept his clothes on. He climbed to the head of the futon and rested his back against the wall. I stripped down to nothing and then reclined, my back to his chest, my ass pressing against his crotch. He was basically a human chair supporting me. I shivered, realizing he’d be touching me the whole time. This was a first for us.

“Now I’d like you to hold your wife’s thighs wide while I eat her pussy,” Brandon said.

Just hearing him say those words had my juices flowing. I chewed my lower lip nervously. I was so excited I felt like I might crawl out of my own skin.

John put his arms over mine and his hands inside my thighs, prying me open and holding me wide. Due to our positioning, we both had a perfect view of Brandon crawling between my thighs, putting his face to my sex and inhaling the scent of me like he was sniffing the cork from a fine wine. My scalp tingled, and my flesh erupted in goosebumps. Beneath my bottom, my husband’s cock was rapidly stiffening. I could feel it getting harder underneath my ass.

Brandon touched his tongue to my nether lips right around the moment I thought I’d scream if he waited another second. I could hear John breathing rapidly, could feel the erratic rise and fall of his chest. I was fighting for breath myself. Brandon took his sweet time dragging his tongue along each fold, exploring each nook, and laving each inch of tender flesh. I wanted to reach out and grab his head, but John was preventing me from moving, his arms holding me open and pinning me down.

Brandon picked up his pace and really went at me, sucking my clit madly. His fingers drove into me, and my hips bucked, despite John’s firm embrace. Brandon paused to say, “Keep ahold of your wife, please.”

John gripped my thighs tighter. I was unable to shut my legs or even move much at that point. Being helpless heightened my pleasure. I was fully aware I was being held in my husband’s strong arms — held open for another man to eat my pussy.

“Thank you, John,” Brandon said. And then he went back to work, sucking and licking my clit, thrusting into me with his fingers, and tapping my G-spot until I could hardly breathe. Beneath me, John’s rock-hard cock pressed more firmly into my plush ass. I felt an almost imperceptible thrust upward from him, and my breath caught.

“Come for me,” John growled in my ear.

Brandon looked up, his eyes shining brightly. “Come for us.”

I did, my orgasmic wetness glazing his hand and the top of my thighs as my pussy clenched roughly around his probing fingers. My hips managed to shoot up an inch or two despite John’s vise-like grip.

Brandon straightened up, stroking his long dick with a tightly clenched fist.

“Now pull her legs up higher. Open that pussy up for me.”

John obeyed, putting his hands beneath my knees and pulling them up toward him as he slouched against the wall. I felt my pussy, soaked and swollen, open like a blossoming flower.

Brandon settled himself between my legs, murmuring, “So pink. So pretty.”

John grunted in my ear, and I shivered.

Brandon ran his cockhead along my eager slit, and my husband’s unflagging grip on my legs kept me indecently exposed.

I whimpered with excitement, and John kissed the top of my head. His dick was now digging into my back like I was lying on a rock.

Brandon got on his knees and moved closer to plunge his cock into my cunt, while John continued to hold me. Brandon entered me slowly, resting his hands on my calves as he penetrated me. His hands were warm and somehow made me more aware of John’s grip on my thighs. With four hands on my body and one cock inside my cunt, I shut my eyes and absorbed all of the sensations that were coursing through me.

Pinned as I was, I felt completely helpless — and totally thrilled. Once Brandon hit bottom, he began to fuck me in short little bursts, barely withdrawing before plunging deeply and fiercely. Every intense thrust sent me careening closer to orgasm.

John squeezed my legs, and Brandon jammed into me faster, banging me wildly. I moaned, and John’s fingers bit more sharply into my thighs. His excitement and arousal were palpable and fanned the flames of my lust.

Brandon kept driving his big dick into me, giving me a wink and smile.

“Your wife is very tight, John. She’s very wet. She’s warm, too. This is by far one of the finest cunts I’ve ever been inside.”

John’s moan drowned out my own.

“Let one of those legs go, and play with her nipple. Nice and soft.”

John did just that. He released my left leg and started to tease my nipple. First, his touch was indeed soft. He casually dragged his fingertip around my nip in gentle circles. Then Brandon released my right leg and his thumb found my clit. The two men were rubbing in opposite directions, and my head was spinning.

I couldn’t focus on anything. There was too much happening: the dick in my pussy, the fingers stroking my nipple, the thumb teasing my clit.

The sensations all swirled together, gathering into a perfect storm of pleasure until I was begging for nothing and everything all at once. As I rushed toward climax, my muttering pleas became unintelligible nonsense. Brandon thrust deep, and ecstasy swept over me, dragging me under and taking me down as I cried out. My cunt spasmed crazily around Brandon’s cock as he grunted once, pulled free of me and shot his come all over my mound.

John exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath the entire time we’d fucked. His arms came up to wrap around me. He held me tenderly as Brandon cleaned up and smiled at us. I knew the second that big man left the bedroom, my husband would be taking back what was his. I’d been looking forward to that moment all day.

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