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I am a married man in my mid-30s, about six-feet tall, with dark blond, wavy hair. I like to think I have a normal build, and I go to the gym a few times a week to try and keep in good shape for my wife, Sally. She’s a few years younger than me, and has shoulder-length brown hair. Sally doesn’t need to go to the gym because running around after our two boys seems to keep her as slim as when we first met.

About five years ago, back when my wife was still my girlfriend and before we’d had kids, our lifestyle was much more flexible. Sally sometimes liked to see how much she could tease me at parties before I took her to an empty bedroom or a dark corner for a quick fuck or a covert blowjob. Being easygoing, it wasn’t uncommon for us to go to a friend’s house for an impromptu barbecue on the weekend. A regular host was Brett, who I’d met at the gym about a year prior.

As a single guy in his late 20s, Brett’s motto was ‘work hard, play hard’. He would regularly go clubbing mid-week or have a bunch of mates round to play some pool in his open-plan lounge room. If we needed to crash for the night – or wanted some privacy for another reason – we could claim one of the two spare bedrooms.

This particular summer evening, Brett, Sally and I were enjoying a chilled bottle of white wine after a hot Saturday while we talked about what to have for dinner. Brett and I were both wearing board shorts and T-shirts, and Sally was wearing a light cotton dress. It was cut low enough to reveal the curves of her firm breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. The tight dress also showed off her flat stomach, slim hips and shapely arse, as well as a teasing amount of silky-smooth thigh.

Just as we decided to have spaghetti for dinner, the doorbell rang, and Brett returned from answering it with a girl he introduced as Becky. Brett had once told me about Becky after pointing her out at the gym, so I knew she sometimes showed up at his house unannounced for dinner, expecting to leave after breakfast. Wearing tiny, cut-off denim shorts, she obviously enjoyed showing off her long, tanned legs. Her T-shirt was plain white and tight, hugging her figure and clearly showing her large buds through the fabric. It wasn’t hard to tell that she hoped to find Brett home alone, but she seemed happy to settle for a free meal, a glass of wine, and some conversation.

As Brett disappeared into the kitchen to put on the spaghetti, I poured the remainder of the white wine for the girls and yelled to Brett to bring a bottle of red on his way back. The four of us chatted while we waited for the bolognaise sauce to cook.

We continued to talk over dinner, and opened our second bottle of red before moving back to the lounge. Brett sat next to Sally on one sofa, while I sat on the opposite couch with Becky. Sally opened her legs a bit to show me she wasn’t wearing underwear, but Becky didn’t seem to notice. It wasn’t long before Brett and I started bragging about various things, including our respective prowess in bed. Brett declared I was so bad at pool that Becky could beat me, so she challenged me to a game. Naturally, I had to accept. She and I moved to the table at the far end of the room, and Sally and Brett remained seated, talking and giggling.

Becky lost the first game fairly quickly and challenged me to a best-of-three.  During the second game, I noticed Brett and Sally talking quietly, and shooting guilty glances at me. It seemed Sally had decided to enlist Brett’s help with teasing me. While Becky was taking a shot with her back to them, Brett made a show of squeezing Sally’s tits and pinching her nipples through her dress. During Becky’s next shot, Sally made a show of rubbing Brett’s obviously hard cock through his board shorts. It wasn’t long before hands were under clothes, and I heard them leave the room as I was taking a shot.

Becky asked where they had gone, giving me a curiously sly smile. I began to wonder what they had been showing her each time I took a shot. I told Becky I needed to use the toilet and went looking for them in the master bedroom.

Although I wasn’t entirely correct in my guess, I wasn’t too far wrong. They were trying to root quietly in Brett’s sizable walk-in wardrobe. Brett had bent Sally over and hitched up her dress. She was holding onto the hanging rail above her head while Brett slipped his dick into her neatly trimmed pussy from behind. Each time he thrust into her wet pussy, it made her tits swing. What surprised me wasn’t finding them having sex, but that watching another guy fuck my girlfriend would make me so horny.

They hadn’t noticed me, so I undressed as quickly and quietly as I could and joined them. Not missing a beat while still pounding Sally, Brett asked me why I took so long to join them. I just smiled, pushed Brett’s shirts to one side and squeezed in next to Sally’s head. She knew exactly what I wanted and started to lick, nibble and suck my seven-inch cock like a woman possessed. I kept fucking Sally’s mouth even as Brett came, his fingers digging into her hips.

After Brett had recovered, he left to dispose of his condom and take off his T-shirt. I told Sally to remove her dress and move onto the king-size bed, and a few seconds later, she was jerking my cock and sucking my balls, continuing that fantastic blowjob. Brett stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching us, stroking his rod back to hardness. Shortly after, I noticed Becky masturbating in the shadows outside the bedroom door, her unzipped shorts revealing a clean-shaven mound.

She decided to join us, and pulled her T-shirt over her head just as Brett was rolling a fresh condom onto his erect dick. They both watched Sally expertly work my pole, spitting on the head and running her mouth and hands up and down its length, before Brett turned his attention to Becky.

Brett ordered her to finish undressing and lay on her back with her face under Sally’s snatch – he wanted to watch her eat pussy while he fucked her. Becky smiled cheekily and silently complied. Once in position, Brett stood at the edge of the bed, put Becky’s legs over his shoulders and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Once fully in, and pounding at a steady rhythm, he gently spread Sally’s knees, lowering her hips until the red swollen lips of her vagina were being licked and nibbled by Becky’s hungry mouth.

Becky really must have been good because not long after, Sally stopped sucking my cock so she could sit up. She began to grind her pussy into Becky’s face with a series of long moans. I was close to coming by this stage and really wanted this first round to last a bit longer, so I moved over to the side a little and watched the three of them before going in search of condoms.

When I returned, Brett anticipated what I wanted. He withdrew from Becky and moved to the side of the bed to watch. Becky left her legs in the air, so I simply moved in and took over. I started to steadily push all of my seven inches into her, and she gave an involuntary groan at the unexpected width. I continued until my pubes were hard against her smooth pussy lips. I began to slide in and out of her, bringing my cock almost out of her before thrusting in to the hilt with each stroke.

By this stage, Brett had shed his franger and moved around to the side of the bed. He had pulled Sally forward, and was holding both sides of her head as he fucked her mouth in a steady rhythm. Being used to my length, she was easily able to take all of his dick, a skill he was more than happy to take advantage of.

With my hips sweaty from exertion and my balls covered in Becky’s juices, each thrust made a wet slapping noise against her arse-cheeks. Both of the girls were making erotic slurping noises, and Brett and I were adding to the general background of murmurs, moans and groans.

It wasn’t long before I noticed the signs that Sally was about to come. She allowed Brett to shoot his load down her throat just before she clenched her teeth and began grinding her pussy into Becky’s face without mercy. Sally threw her head back and started shaking uncontrollably. After about 15 seconds, she rolled onto the other side of the bed panting, and collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss.

With Sally retired for the moment, Becky was now receiving both mine and Brett’s full attention. I continued to fuck her dripping pussy while she turned her head to one side and started blowing Brett, her face still covered in Sally’s sweet juices.

After a few minutes, Sally had recovered enough to start playing with herself.  I withdrew from Becky, got rid of the condom and walked around the bed. Sally moved her hips and lifted one leg so I could guide my unsheathed cock into her moist love canal. At the same time, I heard Brett tell Becky to turn over and put her arse in the air while he went to get another condom. When he got back, he started fucking her hard and fast from behind.

Sally and I changed position so we could get a better view – I was lying on my back while Sally rode me reverse-cowgirl. I could see Brett watching her tits bounce up and down each time I thrust into her. Becky, her face being driven into the pillows next to me, didn’t seem to mind when I let go of Sally’s hips to play with her dangling tits, pulling and tweaking the nipples as Brett ploughed her. As I squeezed one of her buds particularly hard, Brett spat on his thumb and gently pushed it into Becky’s arse, instantly triggering a ferocious climax.  Becky pushed back against Brett with each wave of pleasure coursing through her body, the clenching of her snatch evidently proving too much for Brett. He grunted loudly, pulled out and whipped off the condom just in time to decorate her butt with his hot jizz. A few moments later, they both collapsed on the bed next to Sally and I.

By this stage, I was close to coming myself. I guided Sally onto her hands and knees and knelt behind her, keeping my cock in her the whole time. Recognising this as one of our favourite positions, Sally stopped rubbing her clit to reach between her legs and play with my balls. I felt that familiar tingle and two or three strokes later, I thrust into her as deeply as I could and held it, letting my load explode into her well-fucked pussy. Thoroughly spent, I fell backwards onto the bed to catch my breath. Becky hopped off the bed, took Sally by the hand and led her into the shower. Brett joined them almost immediately, and I followed a few minutes later.

Even though it’s much harder now with the kids and everything, Brett, Sally and I have got together a few times since, sometimes just us three, sometimes with Becky, and sometimes with a few more of Brett’s other girlfriends. We’re definitely not a boring married couple!

-K. B., Bayswater, WA

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