An insatiable housewife hunts down the perfect recurring guest star to join her and her husband.

Becky’s fall party was always a thing. Not just with all those invited, but with us as a couple. She used the venue to choose a new man to join us. Usually for a few evenings. A night where I watched, a night where I participated, and a night where I shared her.

The moment a chill was in the air she started planning for our outdoor party. It wasn’t just a matter of drinks and food and who would be invited, but who was new that she might be interested in. Who did I find intriguing? Who could we approach that night and even, possibly, seduce before the night was over.

Over hot cider and a few donuts she’d made from scratch, we made a list and brainstormed.

Then, she led me upstairs and stripped off her brown sweater with the elbow patches and faded jeans as she teased me.

“Who are we going to find to fuck me, baby?”

I pulled off my own jeans and yanked off my long sleeve tee.

“Who do you want?” My cock was already rock hard and I watched her come toward me.

She grabbed me by the dick like it was a handle and pulled me to her.

“I want a big guy with a big cock,” she said.

She stroked me with her tight fist as she said it. My eyes rolled back in my head a little and I felt my arousal like a lightning strike.

“I want a dark-haired guy with a little gray, maybe. Who won’t mind my strapping hubby sitting next to us on the bed while he fucks me. Who will want to come back for seconds. And for thirds.”

She got down on her knees and put my cockhead in her mouth. She sucked it like a lollipop and I threaded my fingers through her dark hair. I tugged just enough to make her gasp.

I held her steady and fucked her mouth. When I pulled free she looked up at me and licked her lips before asking. “Any ideas?”

“One or two,” I said. “I’ll add them to your list.”

She nodded. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Just picturing her scenario had me ready to come. I helped her up, bent her over the dresser, her upper body splayed, her hair spread out and tousled. I knew damn well she’d be wetter than wet as I thrust two fingers into her hot pussy.

She purred, bucked, moved back to take them. I added another and spread them so I opened her some. She hissed at the pressure, but then turned her head and said to me, “Fuck me, baby. I’m so ready. I need you.”

I slid into her taking my sweet time, making her shimmy. I held the hearty flare of her hips and pounded her. She was so fucking tight when I slid into her, but as I fucked her the tightness grew. Soon the feel of her pussy working around my cock was almost unbearably good.

She slid her had beneath her hips and I felt the tickled and sway of her fingers as she stroked her clit.

“I’m coming, baby,” she growled. She didn’t need to tell me, though, because I felt ever flicker and spasm.

I pulled free of her a moment later and painted her pale lower back with my cum.

The day of her party it was chilly but she was the best hostess. The outside fire pits were roaring. She had a handsome guy manning each one. We walked around as a couple giving out spiked cider, beer, wine, and her signature cocktail called a Fall Flannel.

We found him halfway through the rounds. I smiled. It was Michael. The newest electrician at my company.

His eyes immediately went to Becky’s beautiful body in her form fitting sweater and jeans. Then he wrangled his gaze, most likely thinking it rude.

I grinned and handed him a beer. “Enjoying yourself?”

“A lot,” he said, taking a swig. “The food is excellent.”

I squeezed Becky tight against my side, making sure to let my fingers wander along the side swell of her breast so he could see. She was the only woman I knew who looked as fucking hot in a sweater as she did a bathing suit.

“That’s all Becky. She’s the mastermind.”

Becky went right about working her magic. She reached out and stroked his arm. “I’m glad you like it. And I’m glad you came. Can we maybe pull you aside to talk in a few minutes? Once we get through the hellos?”

He looked perplexed but curious. “Sure.”

Her hand lingered for a moment and he glanced at it. She squeezed his biceps and gave a small laugh. “Sorry. You’re so… hard.”

Then we went about the rest of our greetings. I could hardly wait for things to get started.

The conversation with Michael went as easy as you please. When the rest of the guests left, he stayed behind. We sat around the fire pit for a while, having a drink, but then Becky stood, reached out both hands. We each took one and stood. We followed her inside silently. She was clearly in charge.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs and sat on the bed in my spot, my back propped against the padded headboard.

She undressed slowly and no one spoke. Pulling the sweater over her head left her hair fluffy and full, her tits popped free, and before she could even unbutton her jeans, Michael was pressing his tongue to one pink nipple.

He sucked it into his mouth and drew on it. My wife purred as he slid his hand down into her jeans. He held her there for a moment before moving to the other nipple. Her head fell back even as she managed to shimmy out of her jeans. She was naked and he was clothed. She shook her head and pushed him back with tented fingers.

“Take them off, please.”

He made an animal noise and stripped in seconds. His cock stood out like a rod, flushed and hard. She sank down to her knees and glanced at me. I nodded once and she went at him. Tracing his cockhead with her little pink tongue. He watched, mesmerized, as she sucked just the tip of him into her mouth. Then she drew her lips down lazily. She pushed her mouth down his shaft until her plump lips touched the base of his cock.

He grabbed her long hair and held it as he fucked her face.

My cock ached and my breath caught. Watching her in action was fantastically arousing.

Michael pulled free of her eager mouth and held out his hand. When she took it, he led her to the bed. He laid her down horizontally, her head near my hips. He pushed her legs high and settled on his knees between them. His mouth closed over her pussy and she gasped. His tongue ran along her slick folds before zeroing in on her swollen clit. I could see the shades of pink and red between her legs, her wetness, her readiness. I could smell her from where I sat.

He pushed a finger inside her — just one — and flexed it. Her arousal was so high, she came. Her head tilting back, her eyes finding mine, her fists clutching the bedsheets.

Then he was over her, dragging his dick along her slick slit. He slid into her slowly. His eyes never meeting mine even when hers did.

He found a rhythm she liked. Becky thrust up beneath him, holding him with her arms. Her hair spread out on the bed, tickling my hip. I grabbed my cock and freed it from my boxer briefs. I jerked off, watching him fuck her. Watching her writhe and move beneath him. She came with a shout that shivered my eardrums.

I shot my load about three seconds before Michael shot his.

She took his head in her hands and looked at him. “Around here, you clean up after yourself,” she said.

“My eyes rolled back in my head a little and I felt my arousal like a lightning strike.”

She pushed his head and he took the hint, sliding down her body, going down on her, lapping at her pussy until she came one more time.

Becky led him out while I hopped in the shower, giving my cock a squeeze, remembering the sight of her driving into her, his chest smashed against her tits.

She climbed in with me, reaching around, and stroked the tip of my cock. Her lips settled on the back of my neck and I shivered.

“How was that, baby?”

“That was amazing,” I said. “I do,” she said.

“And did you talk to him about coming back? The next step?”

Her hand worked lather along the tops of my thighs.

“Yes. He’ll come back next Friday night. This time you get to help.”

My cock twitched. She squeezed me. “And in the morning… ?”

“In the morning, I take that pussy back,” I said, cupping her mound. “Mine.”

The week flew. Anticipation can do that.

This time when Michael arrived he shook my hand and I gestured to the bedroom. He bounded up the steps and was undressed before Becky and I arrived. I grinned. “Looks like someone is looking forward to this,” I said, nodding at his hard cock.

Becky purred and stepped toward him. She pushed down her leggings and kicked them off. Then she peeled off her tunic. Her tits bounced enticingly. Michael grunted, palming them, then kneading them with his hands. She let her eyes drift shut as he kissed her neck. It’s something that drives her wild.

He pushed his hand between her thighs and tested her with a finger. When he found her wet, he added a second.

I got on the bed and watched. She worked her hips as he finger fucked her. I knew that could get her off sometimes, and he must have hit the magic spot, because she started clutching his arm and whimpering as she came. Her hair fell across her face and I watched her body move with the pleasure.

“She squirted,” he said to me.

I smiled. “Yeah, she’ll do that sometimes.”

He pushed his hand to her mouth and Becky didn’t hesitate. She licked his hand free of her juices and then turned to me. I beckoned for her to come and she got on the bed, pushing herself back between my spread thighs so that her back rested against my chest. Her head just beneath my chin. I cradled her like that as she spread her legs wide.

I pinched her nipples and then stroked them, made them stand up straight and hard like small pink erasers. She rocked her trim hips back and forth with excitement as she said, “Come fuck me, Michael.”

Michael didn’t have to be asked twice. He crawled up between her thighs, kissing her all the way. His mouth dragging across her inner thighs, her hipbones, her lower belly. He delivered a quick bite to her hip and she yelped, then gave a purr. He slipped his tongue along her mound and then parted her pussy lips and licked her clit. He didn’t give her much. He simply worked her with his tongue long enough to get her hotter, then he moved up and positioned himself. His arms rested on either side of me as he prepared to fuck her. He slid into her slowly. Dragging it out. Making her wait — making me wait — making us all hot with anticipation.

His rhythm was slow at first, then he sped up. She raised her strong hips to get him deeper. My cock strained against her back and I thought if I got any harder I’d die. The friction of her moving against me as he fucked her had me breathless.

I reached around and stroked her nipples. Several times she’d come just from nipple play. When she was horny they were super sensitive. I ran my fingers along the taut rosy skin. They were hard beneath my touch but managed to grow harder. I pinched her, using maximum pressure, and she whimpered.

“Do that again,” Michael rasped. “Her pussy jumped.”

I knew damn well it would when I pinched her. It’s why I did it.

I applied pressure again, trapping the small points of hard flesh between my fingers.

She moaned.

“His mouth dragging across her inner thighs, her hipbones, her lower belly.”

He hissed between his teeth. “Jesus — “

Becky wriggled, caught between us. Her ass sliding back and forth, up and down, over my hard cock.

She came suddenly, her body bowing in my arms. I knew that around his cock, her cunt would be flickering, squeezing, spasming. It would be pure bliss. And Michael’s face said he agreed.

“Jesus — ” he repeated.

She pulled her legs up high, parting her body more for him. Getting him deeper.

His face became a serious mask, as if concentrating on a hard math problem. Then he grunted and came, saying her name once as he did.

He pulled free of her and spread the creamy tip of his cock over her mound while I watched. Then Becky smiled and said, “Now what are you supposed to do?”

Michael grinned and went down to work. He lapped at her, cleaning up the mess he’d left, tonguing her clit with eager swipes of his tongue.

She wriggled against me as he worked.

“Put your fingers in me,” she said. Michael obeyed.

He slid a thick bundle of fingers inside her and fucked her.

This time when she came she pressed back against me forcefully, deliberately, wiggling. She knew it would get me off, and it did. I came against the small of her back, holding her close as he ate her pussy to exquisite orgasm.

When he left, he said, “Next week?”

I nodded. “Same time, same place, but this time, I’m in the game. Keep that in mind.”

He tipped me a soft salute and left.

Becky wriggled atop me for a moment, her wet pussy hot on my belly. “How was that, baby?”

I grabbed the end of her hair and pulled her down. “Perfect.”

It was impossible to wait, at least it felt like, but by that last Friday he came waltzing in and we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Together, as a single unit we began to undress Becky.

My beautiful wife stood there between us, mouth parted, eyes narrowed in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her waist, grinding my cock along her sweet tight ass crack. Michael bent to take her nipple in his mouth, sliding a finger into her instantly.

“Wet,” he mumbled as he moved to the other nipple and drew on it hard.

She pushed back against me, pushing her ass against my hard-on, making me crazy.

“Turn around,” I said.

She did, instantly. I pushed her shoulders slowly and she got down on her knees. I followed suit and then so did Michael. I slid my dick into her luscious mouth, brushing it over her plump lower lip, watching her envelop me.

Michael didn’t wait. He slid into her pussy slowly, holding her hips in a proprietary way that made my cock that much harder. He might be taking her at the moment, but she was mine.

I grabbed handfuls of her hair and guided my cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked it fervently, her slick tongue sliding along my length, lapping at the thick vein that ran up the back. She sucked just my tip like a hard candy, until I drove back into her mouth, feeling the brush of her throat across my cockhead.

Michael fucked her furiously. His hips pistoning. His fingers digging into the meat of her hips so hard there were pale circles on her skin. She slammed back against him, her eyes on me, her mouth working, her face a mask of pleasure.

“Do you want to come?” I asked.

She nodded around me.

“Are you going to come?”

She nodded again, whimpering.

She slipped her hand beneath her body and started to stroke her clit.

“He pulled free of her and spread the creamy tip of his cock over her mound while I watched.”

“God, she’s tight,” Michael grunted.

“She’s about to get tighter,” I said.

She sucked me furiously, her mouth getting more insistent as she got closer to coming. I was barely moving. She was doing all the work.

Michael pushed a finger into her ass. I watched him do it nice and slow.

She whimpered. Then he hissed. “Tighter,” he said, more to himself than anyone.

His tempo increased as he worked his finger in and out of her back hole.

She looked up at me and whispered, “Fuck my mouth. Take it.”

That made me groan and I held her head in my hands and started to fuck her mouth fast and hard.

Michael kept time with me and I felt her shudder, her trim body trembling and shaking, just as she came. A cry ripping out of her as her body bucked and swayed.

Michael moaned. I knew that pussy was squeezing him good. He managed a few more thrusts before he pulled free of her and jerked his cock hard and fast. His cum splashed along her lovely pale skin, painting a pattern on her lower back. I was last in line and that was fine with me. I came, fucking my wife’s perfect mouth, and watched her swallow me down. Taking my dick until I stopped from sheer exhaustion.

I looked down at her, “How was that, love?”

“Perfect.”

“And what do you want now?”

“A small intermission and then for you two to swap places.”

I looked at Michael. “Are you up for that?”

He chuckled. “Is that even a real question?”