A work of fiction today about a wife who decides to put on a show for her Husband and his buddy.
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Christina made the turn onto her street, and pulled her Acura into the cobblestone driveway. Putting the car in park, she noticed Larry’s truck parked on the street in front of her house. It was Sunday, and she remembered Doug, her husband, had invited him over to watch football. Christina didn’t mind, since she liked Larry, and had a small crush on him. She opened the trunk and unloaded her shopping bags from a day at the mall. She walked up the front steps, and pushed the door open with the toe of her high heeled boot, entering the living room. “Hey guys” she greeted as she passed in front of the coffee table, temporarily blocking their view of the game. “What did ya get?” Doug asked. “Check out the Fredericks of Hollywood bags” Larry added. Christina smiled as she kept walking towards their bedroom.
Laying the lingerie laden bags on the bed, her mind began to drift towards a conversation her and her husband had awhile back. They were playing a little game called “Who would you Fuck.” During the game, Christina mentioned how hot she thought Larry was. He was, after all, tall and very athletic, and most appealing was the fact that he was black. Besides his physical attributes, he was the life of the party; charming with a great sense of humor. Doug knew he made Christina hot; and that actually excited him.
Christina snapped out of her little daydream by the sound of Doug’s voice. He was calling from the other room and said “Hey baby, can you make some of your famous wings?” Then Larry chimed in with “Maybe you can model some of that stuff in the Frederick’s bag too!” Both men laughed and continued watching their game. Christina made her way into the kitchen, and proceeded to cover a few baking sheets with her famous buffalo wings that were marinating overnight in her homemade sauce. Opening the oven door with a potholder, she grabbed a tray and slid it on an oven rack, followed by the other tray. Setting the timer for an hour, she went back to the bedroom to unpack her shopping bags.
Laying her new outfits on the bed, Christina started to become a little flushed. She was seriously thinking of going out there in lingerie and seeing the reaction of the guys. She did have a fishnet body stocking in mind, perhaps with black “stripper shoes”. The outfit left little to the imagination, and she wondered if she really went though with the dare, what would be the outcome. As she paced back and forth, softly biting on her index finger, she heard the guys yell again. “It’s half time, we want a show!” With a stamp of her bare foot on the carpeted floor, Christine picked up the body suit. She stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt and stood naked for a moment, admiring her reflection in the antique full length mirror, positioned in the corner of the bedroom. “Not bad” she thought, as she slowly turned in every direction, nodding with approval. Walking back to the bed, she worked herself into the mesh lingerie, adjusting it so it hugged every curve just the right way. Her nipples poked through the fine fabric, and were clearly visible. She could even feel the cool breeze of the open window wisp across them, and that made them hard. Sitting on the bed, Christina slipped her feet into the platform heels, and buckled the ankle straps securely. She paid the mirror another visit, this time a sense of arousal welled up within her. She made her way to the bedroom door, all the while thinking, “OMG am I really doing this?” The thud of her high heels could be heard on the carpet, growing louder as she reached the door. Larry and Doug looked at each other; and smiled.
Christina grabbed the doorknob with her dainty, manicured hand, the diamond wedding ring making a “clink” as she turned the brass knob. Pushing open the door, she stepped out into full view of the guys. “Who wants wings?” she chuckled, a noticeable nervous quiver in her voice. She did a slow spin, lifting her arms like Vanna White, and asked, “Well, how do I look?” Doug was heard to gasp “holy shit!” followed by the “thud” as Larry dropped a full can of beer on the floor. “Damn” Larry exclaimed, as he quickly picked up the foaming can, suds flowing everywhere. As the boys tried to compose themselves, Christina walked and stood in front of them, blocking the view of the big screen TV. Doug and Larry where taking her all in, from top to bottom. Christina had shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled like polished jade. She wasn’t very tall, maybe around five foot two. The shoes gave her some nice height, and elongated her full figure. Her husband, perhaps sensing what may be happening, asked her to come over so they could get a closer look. Christina smiled, and slowly made the trip around the coffee table, making her way between the two men, standing directly in front of them.
Doug ran his hand over his wife’s perfectly round ass, and felt the material of the lingerie. “Check this out Larry” Doug said. “Really, seriously?” Larry asked in a sense of shock. “Yeah, it’s cool” Doug returned. “Right baby?” he asked his wife. “Certainly” she affirmed. Larry took his large hand, and slowly ran it up Christina’s leg, barley touching the fabric. If you listened closely, you would have heard a ghost-like “Mmmm” escape her lips. The fun game that she and Doug had played was now becoming a reality; and she was entering a state of heightened arousal. Larry became a bit more daring, and started to approach the bottom of her boobs. Doug wanted a better view, so he asked Christina to have a seat on the couch. She sat down between the two men and smiled. Not knowing where to put her hands, she thought one on each guys thigh would be a good a place as any. Nobody complained.
Doug and Larry where also becoming aroused now and that was evident by the strain of the hard cocks against their pants. Larry was wearing cargo shorts, and his member ran down his leg so far, that the head almost peaked out of the leg opening. Doug was no slouch in the size department either; part of the reason Christina fell for him.
The guys had their hands in front of her now and where exploring every inch of her. Doug was covering the lower half by rubbing her legs and Larry had her boobs in his hands, massaging the pebble-like nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Christine leaned over and kissed her husband, tongues dancing I plain view. Doug put his lips to her ear and whispered, “Do whatever you like. I love you.” With that, Christina turned her head to Larry and pressed her pouty lips against his. This was the first man other than Doug she had kissed since they were married 7 years ago. The fullness of Larry’s lips was something new to her, and she found the experience very enjoyable. As their lips parted and their tongues explored each other, she found her hands wander down toward the guys cocks. Rubbing them through the material of their pants, feeling their hardness and size, she began to imagine what having two men at the same time would be like. Her stomach was a blender of butterflies, as this fantasy was quickly becoming reality. On a bold move on her part, she stood up and declared “clothes off!” No one wasted a moment, and in a few blinks of the eye, all three were standing there naked, clothes strewn everywhere. Christine admired the bodies of the guys, especially Larry’s. He was strong, built like a linebacker. His features were chiseled which were complimented by his very caring eyes. Of the utmost interest to Christine was the size and thickness of his cock. “It had to be close to eleven inches” she thought, “and as thick as a pipe.” She rubbed against both men, and took their cocks in her hands. Larry’s eyes closed, tilting his head back, hard as a diamond in Christina’s supple hand. Doug also gasped a sigh of pleasure, this being their first encounter in what might become the first of many sexual adventures. The feeling of his wife’s hand on his rigid cock, coupled with seeing another man pleasured by her as well, was an amazing new feeling for him. He referred to it later as pleasure times ten. He loved seeing his wife so turned on, and with another man too. She seemed fine with it as well, judging by the smile of a Cheshire cat that lit across her face.
Both men began kissing Christina’s body, exploring her with their lips and tongues. She turned and sat back down on the couch, between the two men. AS they got comfortable, she draped a leg over each mans thigh, exposing her pussy in a silent invitation for adventure. “So far, this has been amazing” she thought. But now, she wanted more, the light making her wet clit sparkle. Larry wasted no time responding to her thoughts, as he placed a large, dark finger on her sex button, pressing on it in small, tight circles. Christine arched, and pressed back into the couch, this time a loud “ooohhh” projecting from her lops. With both cocks still in her hands, she was stroking them hard, like a cop firing off rounds from a pump shotgun. Turning to Larry, she leaned over, positioned herself on her knees, and took his cock in her mouth. Larry just yelled “Oh fuck yeah” as she did a masterful job of taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. What really got Larry going was the way she worked on the head of his massive cock, flicking her warm, wet tongue on the soft flesh around the underside of it. She also gently massaged his balls, which was the added difference of a woman who loved cock. She knew just the right spot behind the sack that sent those tingles up Larry’s shaft and through his stomach. While she continued working on Larry, Doug positioned himself behind her, and slowly slid his manhood into her dripping kitty from behind. He had never been in this state of euphoria, being able to fuck his wife, while watching her suck a big, black cock! “I could get used t this” he thought.
Christina was in heaven, having her husband pound her from behind and having a brand new cock in front of her. This had been a fantasy of hers for a long time, and the reality was far better than she could ever imagine. The slapping of Doug’s balls against her bare ass made a curious accompaniment to the muffles noises she made with Larry’s cock stuffed in her mouth. Coming up for air, she turned to look back at Doug and said “I wanna feel Larry inside me.” Doug smiled and slowly pulled out of his wife. Christina rose off her knees and elbows, and stood between Larry’s spread open legs. Facing away from him, she reached back and grabbed his cock guiding it into her, sitting down slowly on his lap. Christina shuddered, thinking “how far in is thing gonna go?” Finally, her ass came to rest on Larry’s muscular thighs, his massive cock filling ever inch of her. She began to ride, slowly at first, assisted by Larry’s strong hands guiding her by her ribcage. As she became a little looser, Larry gently kneaded her breasts with one hand, and with the other, reached down to tend to her clit. She too had a hand already down there, leaning back against Larry’s large frame; both of them explored her engorged parts. Not to be left out Doug stood in front of his wife, and she eagerly alternated between stroking and sucking her husband’s beautiful cock. Time seemed to stand still as the three of them never imagined how this day would end.
Christina’s first orgasm came without warning, as she was ready at the moment she walked out of the bedroom. The ensuing orgasms surprised her, as she never came more than once in a session. Perhaps it was the multiple stimulation, but she found herself engulfed in a rhythmic wave of pleasure, to the point where she had to stop. Fully satisfied beyond what she could have ever imagined, she dismounted from Larry and had both men sit on the couch. Getting on her knees between them, she stroked their cocks with the precision of a set of pistons. Both men moaned as they were nearing their payday. Christina stroked, with a fever pitch, little beads of sweat made their way down her forehead. Doug exploded first, spewing his warm load all over his chest. Now that she had both hands on Larry’s enormous tool, going at it like she was shaking a large can of whipped cream. Cream it was, because he erupted into a stream of hot cum, shooting onto Christina’s naked breasts and shoulder. Having gone this far, she dipped the tip of her finger and put it to her lips, giving it a taste. “Mmmm” she said, and smiled coyly.
Christina sat back on the couch and all three stared at the football game, each reflecting on the afternoon’s events. The solitude of the moment was disrupted by the loud “ding” of the oven timer. “Who wants wings?” Christina asked…
Submitted by: Steve - California
