Johnny was big and handsome.

I’d picked him up at the club, telling him there would be some “extra company” back at my place. Perhaps he had visions of a gal-gal-guy threeway dancing in his head as I took him up to my condo. But he’d replied that more were merrier, and my read was that he’d be a suitable prospect for the way my husband and I like to play. I was confident Johnny would come through, in the end. And I was right.

My new plaything followed me into the bedroom. Johnny was muscular, exuding an enticing sexual energy. He’d noticed my wedding ring at the dance club, but I’d told him I had an “understanding” husband. I didn’t mention I was a very understanding wife.

I turned toward him at the foot of my marital bed, and he took me in his arms. I pressed my body against his brawn, feeling the swelling at his crotch. Our mouths came together; our kiss was deep and searching. His tongue was lively, and I liked the scrape of his stubble.

My hands roamed over his solid back, and he reached down to grope my ass through my tight skirt. My excitement spiked as wetness filled my pussy. I ground myself boldly against his hard-on, then reached between us to undo his fly.

His cock sprang out into my hand, and I squeezed his luscious length. He growled with building lust. We parted to undress, and he gave an admiring smile when I tossed away my blouse, revealing my generous tits. He also eyed me hungrily as I dropped my skirt, ogling my shaved pussy. I gave his robust form a good study when he was out of his clothes. He was a fine specimen, almost exaggerated in his manliness.

I saw him glancing around the room, as if waiting for the promised “extras” to appear.

Grinning, I said, “Come out here now. See the man who’s going to fuck me.”

With that, the closet door opened and my naked husband crawled into the bedroom. He stopped several feet away, kneeling, and meekly gazed at the two of us standing in front of the bed. His cock was fully erect.

My husband is Patrick. He is almost the same size as me, with a trim body and gentle features. He was gazing at Johnny and me standing nude together. My hand was around Johnny’s big cock, slowly pumping it.

“Johnny, this is my husband, Patrick,” I said.

Johnny looked a little baffled.

“Not what I expected,” he muttered in confession.

I sat down on the foot of the bed, facing Johnny’s cock. I brought my tongue to his cockhead and lapped up a dribble of clear pre-come.

He shivered at the contact but was still flabbergasted by the presence of my naked husband, who was kneeling and watching us avidly. Patrick had a forlorn look on his face, but underneath it I saw a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

“Do you always keep him naked in the closet?” Johnny eventually asked.

I swirled my tongue around his swollen cockhead.

“That doesn’t matter,” I replied. “What does is that he’s going to watch me suck your gorgeous cock, Johnny. And you can tell Patrick how it feels.”

I wrapped my lips around Johnny’s dick, drawing in his thick length. My tongue explored his shaft as he stretched my maw into a big, cocksucker’s gape. I dropped my mouth all the way down to his hilt. My hand massaged his balls, squeezing gently.

Johnny, of course, could have pulled away and walked out any time he wanted. I looked up at him as I continued to glide my mouth up and down his staff. His handsome face still bore an uncertain look, but then he started to murmur, “Yeah…that’s so good. You suck…so good.”

Probably Johnny wasn’t used to having another naked man in the room while he got his cock sucked. But he seemed to be willing to give it a go. I worked him more intensely, taking his cockhead deep into my throat.

“Yeah!” Johnny said more forcefully as he began thrusting into my mouth. “Your wife sucks cock like a fucking pro! You like seeing my meat stuffing her face? Huh? Do you?”

I spared Patrick a look. His face was a study in anguish, but his cock was still twitchingly hard. I was glad Johnny was getting in the spirit of things.

It was difficult to pull my mouth off him, but I did. Panting, I lay back on the bed, spreading my dangling legs. My hairless pussy glistened in anticipation.

“Fuck my cunt! I want him to see you screw me good!”

Johnny gave an animalistic cry and dove on me. His cock slammed in to the hilt; I gratefully took every inch, loving his brawn and power. I grinned again when I saw Johnny looking to the side to make sure Patrick was seeing everything.

I moaned as Johnny’s big cock reamed my pussy. I lifted my ass off the bed, meeting his hard strokes, thrust for thrust. Irrepressible pleasure welled inside me as my body vibrated with delight. Johnny hammered me fiercely, and I felt and heard the slap of his balls against my ass.

His features twisted, and he let out a guttural moan. My own climax followed as I felt his hot come spewing inside me. I shook from my orgasm.

“My spunk-filled pussy awaited him, and he brought his mouth to my cunt.”

Finally, we parted and he stumbled away from the bed, his swinging cock shiny with my juices. He looked satisfied, but I grinned again, because the night wasn’t over yet.

I glanced at Patrick. He’d just watched his wife getting plowed by another man. His lips quivered, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t quite get the words out.

“Crawl over here. Eat his come out of me,” I ordered.

Johnny seemed surprised, but he stayed back and watched Patrick crawl obediently to the foot of the bed. My spunk-filled pussy awaited him, and he brought his mouth to my slippery cunt lips. I grunted with renewing pleasure. He stuck his tongue into me, inescapably getting a taste of Johnny’s jizz.

“Not what I expected, either,” Johnny commented dryly.

Patrick’s head rocked up and down between my legs. I saw his face appear and disappear, his chin wet, white streaks of come clinging to his dutiful tongue. I ground my pussy against his face, savoring the moment.

Johnny’s cock grew hard once more. He was standing behind my husband. Patrick has a smooth, almost creamy body, virtually hairless. From where Johnny was watching, it might seem like it was a woman who was feasting on my spunk-loaded pussy.

I didn’t doubt this scene was still off the wall to Johnny on some level. But I’d had an inkling about him. He struck me as being open to unexpected experiences.

My marriage to Patrick had taught me that sexuality was a wild, unpredictable domain. There was nothing wrong with Patrick needing to be part of a scene like this. And I was a good devoted wife to him for participating as well.

Besides, I fucking loved our playtime!

Having planned ahead, I had a bottle of lube within reach. I squirted some onto my fingers, then reached over Patrick’s back and applied the unguent to his asshole. He shivered at the contact but kept licking my pussy.

Johnny eyed my husband’s butt hole, which must’ve been gleaming like a pearl. I hoped Johnny would be able to make the final leap, overcoming whatever misgivings he might have.

The invitation was plain, but I made it even clearer.

“Most men I bring here can’t resist his tight ass. Some like it even better than pussy.”

Patrick’s tongue worked faster as his excitement mounted. He was aware of everything that was happening, of course. He wanted it as badly as I did.

Johnny shrugged and rolled his eyes a little. Then, shaking his head slightly, he knelt behind my husband and jammed his fat cockhead against Patrick’s oiled hole. Breathlessly, I watched him sink himself into my husband’s behind.

I mashed my crotch against Patrick’s eager mouth, my pleasure mounting. Johnny pushed himself all the way into Patrick. The look of arousal on Johnny’s face was glorious. There was no chance he’d gone to the club that night with any thought that he’d be fucking a guy’s ass just a few hours later. He was indeed open to unexpected experiences.

And he was getting one. Johnny gripped Patrick around his trim waist and started dogging him in earnest. His cock plunged in and out of my husband’s asshole. I felt the thrusts as they were communicated along the conduit of Patrick’s smooth, flexing body, while he sucked the last drops of Johnny’s cream out of me.

Johnny had gotten to narrate the sexual exploits earlier. Now it was my turn. With a joyful groan, I said, “Yeah! Yeah! Fuck that ass!”

Johnny looked me in the eye and gave a grunt of exertion, but he fucked Patrick all the harder, pounding his ass like he’d hammered my pussy. His face and burly body were shiny with sweat. He looked so huge looming over my slender husband. Patrick only likes big guys like this for our extramarital play. He tells me he wants to feel small, like he’s being physically overwhelmed by the other man.

Johnny groaned loudly, then said, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come!”

“I mashed my crotch against Patrick’s eager mouth, my pleasure mounting.”

I grabbed Patrick’s hair and rammed my pussy against his mouth one last time. A powerful climax rumbled through my body. White-hot ecstasy radiated from my pussy to every part of me.

My pleasure monopolized my attention, and I let go of Patrick’s hair as I collapsed onto the mattress. The afterglow surged over me, a feeling almost as intense as my second orgasm.

After a few seconds, I levered onto my elbows. Johnny had pulled Patrick upright, holding him around his chest with a muscular arm. He continued to plunder Patrick’s ass, his thrusts at a crazy tempo. Patrick’s cock remained achingly erect.

Then Johnny let loose with an orgasmic war cry, shooting his spunk into Patrick’s back channel. At the same instant, my husband erupted, his white cream flying from his cock in long, shimmering stripes.

He mouthed I love you to me, and I returned the words, my heart filled with happiness.

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