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By G My body sunk further into the extra-soft mattress as I played out the possibilities in my head. I peeled the sheet off and let my legs fall open. The air forced down by the ceiling fan rushed to my exposed pink parts. My fingers moved over my bare mound, and continued exploring every inch back to my ass, all the hair gone and so very smooth. I had prepared for this day.

Quietly caressing myself, I was listening to my heart thump out its very own message in Morse code. Why are you in bed alone? Just go out there and tell them you need to get fucked so you can go to sleep. We would have a foursome, I would have sex with Tom and D would have sex with Olivia. D and Tom had joked about it a few times over the years, though nothing was formally discussed about this weekend.

The two had been friends for a long time, in fact Tom was the first guy D experimented with. So there was a familiarity. The pictures sent from my husband to him over the past year made it clear we were open to exploring with them. Now, all of us under the same roof with kids sound asleep, and nothing was happening.

It was important to us to show our good friends a good time. Their drive was sweltering, having kids on a long trip is never fun. Our plan was to treat them to whatever food and drink they desired, keep the temp in the house cool, and do whatever really whatever they wanted to do…it was the least we could do.

Even though the first night of their visit nothing happened, D and I were still hopeful that Saturday night was our night. However, free flowing drinks and weed, and a hefty helping of Mexican food added to the wave of tiredness that hit us all hard. After laying down a few minutes, light flooded the room as D walked in and to my side of the bed. I know you were making him hard. I was showing him more pics of you. He was really getting hard you know. I contemplated my answer for a few swift seconds and decided that I wanted to see what Tom was packing.

I wanted to know how hard I was actually making him. I heard the TV on in the living room, and I heard them talking and laughing. Then, I began to get really curious if something was going to happen or if they decided to play video games instead.

I devised a simple plan to get more information. My nipples were so hard that my shirt was stretched thin over them, and of course, my titties bounced. I knew both men had eyes on me, giving me a nice rush.

A minute later, my partner in crime came in. Tell him I want him to come in so I can touch him. I laid still and listened my heart thudding, and waiting for something to happen. Then I threw a leg over the sheet, and drew in a deep breath and invited the air to cool me. As I exhaled the bedroom door opened. The light was blocked by two men, Tom in front, my D behind him. There was no smile on his face and he walked slowly toward me with his hands on his shorts.

His breathing was heavy and fast. I reached for him with my right hand. Slowly I caressed him, my fingers noting every detail in the dark room.

I inhaled his smell, the smell of every man is so different, yet even more arousing if my husband stands near. With a gentle touch I explored this new man before me, up and down, around and below. He was semi-erect at this point but he was getting harder by the stroke. I watched him take in every inch of my body with his gaze, I noted he paused a moment at my hips, then again at my breasts.

His caress on my nipples was innocent and experienced at the same time. He let out a nice little moan of appreciation that made me purr. I went back to working his cock up and down, giving it a little tug here and there. He stepped back from me and put his cock away. For some reason it felt right to me. I could tell we had reached the limits of what his conscience would allow. The moment ended as the men left the room.

I was whirring, happy, but yet…I needed an orgasm before I was going to sleep. I caressed my body, sheets twisted at my side, and began feeling only slightly sleepier now that I was exposed to the air blowing at me. All these different possibilities stirred my mind, making it impossible to really relax. But then the door opened, and unfamiliar footsteps entered. The darkness had overcome him because he had closed the door after walking in and I saw he was not walking toward the light switch.

I hopped out of bed and switched the light on for him, then crawled back over to my side of the bed, exposing my ass to him. Tom walked over to my side of the bed. His breathing was different now, faster and higher pitched. I just wanted another quick peek, to make the pictures more real. I hate that being secretive turned me on, but it did. I pulled my top down and his hands were immediately on me. As he circled my nipple with a finger I put my hand on his leg. He gasped audibly, overcome by just a touch from me.

He bent down to kiss my nipple quickly. No sucking or licking, just a sweet innocent kiss. I noticed that he was much harder than before, his member standing at attention so close to my face. He felt so good in my hand. He wanted to see his wife play with another man.

He loves his hotwife. D walked over to us to watch. The moment where I taste him began to feel inevitable. D held me as I expressed every detail; the way Tom came in the room, what was said, and the order of the action. I was honest that it was a huge turn-on to have him walk in on me in action, it felt so good to be so naughty.

He showed me how much he enjoyed it by pulling my legs up to his shoulders and jerking my ass down the sheets to meet his glistening crown, then plunging himself into my dripping pussy. He pounded me hard, so hard. I muffled my moans by biting my hand as he fucked me through three orgasms. He pulled out and told me to stand at the side of the bed.

As he pressed into me, I felt opened in a new way, stretched so tight around him. Yes, I said Best Man. I fell forward onto the bed, then lifted to doggy style position. I felt my juices flowing down my leg. For what felt like days he fucked me in this vulnerable position, making me his again. I closed my eyes. I felt my heart. I felt the bed jolt as D returned to my side, and opened my eyes to find him holding the dildo.

And I reveled in the way juices were splashing back at us upon each deep thrust. I took over thrusting the dildo into myself, and watched D quickly jerking himself until he erupted all over my chin and titties. Satiated, I cleaned up in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on some pajamas, and laid back down in my wet spot.

As our breathing slows and the quiet returns we heard the sound of Tom laying down on his bed. Read more hot stories at Fleshbot Fiction. This story republished with permission from Filled and Fooled. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? See more hot smut at X-Art.

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By G My body sunk further into the extra-soft mattress as I played out the possibilities in my head. I peeled the sheet off and let my legs fall open. The air forced down by the ceiling fan rushed to my exposed pink parts. My fingers moved over my bare mound, and continued exploring every inch back to my ass, all the hair gone and so very smooth.

I had prepared for this day. Quietly caressing myself, I was listening to my heart thump out its very own message in Morse code. Why are you in bed alone? Just go out there and tell them you need to get fucked so you can go to sleep. We would have a foursome, I would have sex with Tom and D would have sex with Olivia. D and Tom had joked about it a few times over the years, though nothing was formally discussed about this weekend. The two had been friends for a long time, in fact Tom was the first guy D experimented with.

So there was a familiarity. The pictures sent from my husband to him over the past year made it clear we were open to exploring with them. Now, all of us under the same roof with kids sound asleep, and nothing was happening.

It was important to us to show our good friends a good time. Their drive was sweltering, having kids on a long trip is never fun. Our plan was to treat them to whatever food and drink they desired, keep the temp in the house cool, and do whatever really whatever they wanted to do…it was the least we could do.

Even though the first night of their visit nothing happened, D and I were still hopeful that Saturday night was our night. However, free flowing drinks and weed, and a hefty helping of Mexican food added to the wave of tiredness that hit us all hard.

After laying down a few minutes, light flooded the room as D walked in and to my side of the bed. I know you were making him hard. I was showing him more pics of you. He was really getting hard you know. I contemplated my answer for a few swift seconds and decided that I wanted to see what Tom was packing. I wanted to know how hard I was actually making him.

I heard the TV on in the living room, and I heard them talking and laughing. Then, I began to get really curious if something was going to happen or if they decided to play video games instead. I devised a simple plan to get more information. My nipples were so hard that my shirt was stretched thin over them, and of course, my titties bounced.

I knew both men had eyes on me, giving me a nice rush. A minute later, my partner in crime came in. Tell him I want him to come in so I can touch him. I laid still and listened my heart thudding, and waiting for something to happen. Then I threw a leg over the sheet, and drew in a deep breath and invited the air to cool me.

As I exhaled the bedroom door opened. The light was blocked by two men, Tom in front, my D behind him. There was no smile on his face and he walked slowly toward me with his hands on his shorts. His breathing was heavy and fast.

I reached for him with my right hand. Slowly I caressed him, my fingers noting every detail in the dark room. I inhaled his smell, the smell of every man is so different, yet even more arousing if my husband stands near. With a gentle touch I explored this new man before me, up and down, around and below.

He was semi-erect at this point but he was getting harder by the stroke. I watched him take in every inch of my body with his gaze, I noted he paused a moment at my hips, then again at my breasts. His caress on my nipples was innocent and experienced at the same time. He let out a nice little moan of appreciation that made me purr.

I went back to working his cock up and down, giving it a little tug here and there. He stepped back from me and put his cock away. For some reason it felt right to me. I could tell we had reached the limits of what his conscience would allow. The moment ended as the men left the room. I was whirring, happy, but yet…I needed an orgasm before I was going to sleep. I caressed my body, sheets twisted at my side, and began feeling only slightly sleepier now that I was exposed to the air blowing at me.

All these different possibilities stirred my mind, making it impossible to really relax. But then the door opened, and unfamiliar footsteps entered. The darkness had overcome him because he had closed the door after walking in and I saw he was not walking toward the light switch. I hopped out of bed and switched the light on for him, then crawled back over to my side of the bed, exposing my ass to him. Tom walked over to my side of the bed. His breathing was different now, faster and higher pitched.

I just wanted another quick peek, to make the pictures more real. I hate that being secretive turned me on, but it did. I pulled my top down and his hands were immediately on me. As he circled my nipple with a finger I put my hand on his leg. He gasped audibly, overcome by just a touch from me. He bent down to kiss my nipple quickly. No sucking or licking, just a sweet innocent kiss. I noticed that he was much harder than before, his member standing at attention so close to my face.

He felt so good in my hand. He wanted to see his wife play with another man. He loves his hotwife. D walked over to us to watch. The moment where I taste him began to feel inevitable. D held me as I expressed every detail; the way Tom came in the room, what was said, and the order of the action. I was honest that it was a huge turn-on to have him walk in on me in action, it felt so good to be so naughty. He showed me how much he enjoyed it by pulling my legs up to his shoulders and jerking my ass down the sheets to meet his glistening crown, then plunging himself into my dripping pussy.

He pounded me hard, so hard. I muffled my moans by biting my hand as he fucked me through three orgasms. He pulled out and told me to stand at the side of the bed. As he pressed into me, I felt opened in a new way, stretched so tight around him. Yes, I said Best Man. I fell forward onto the bed, then lifted to doggy style position. I felt my juices flowing down my leg. For what felt like days he fucked me in this vulnerable position, making me his again.

I closed my eyes. I felt my heart. I felt the bed jolt as D returned to my side, and opened my eyes to find him holding the dildo. And I reveled in the way juices were splashing back at us upon each deep thrust.

I took over thrusting the dildo into myself, and watched D quickly jerking himself until he erupted all over my chin and titties. Satiated, I cleaned up in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on some pajamas, and laid back down in my wet spot. As our breathing slows and the quiet returns we heard the sound of Tom laying down on his bed.

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