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I got off her face and lay down beside her. Marc followed my lead and lay down on her other side, spooning her.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then my wife broke the silence, “That was incredible. You guys are the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Neither Marc nor I answered back. I was too busy licking her neck, while Marc licked her nape. She could do nothing else but moan.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, “Please, don’t stop.”

We continued at her command. Her tits, still damp with our combined cum, slapped into my chest as Marc pushed her against me with his weight while his cock hardened against the crack of her ass.

I reached down and started fingering her engorged clit. She moaned more. I moved down to push my finger into her wet pussy, sending her into spasms almost like she was cumming again.

Then I felt something hard touch her pink, moist lips. Marc was going to fuck her again. He slid himself between her legs and she guided him inside her pussy, which was still wet from the juices that my talented finger had made her spill.

The touch of Marc’s hard cock against my finger inside my wife’s pussy was sending her into another orgasm. Marc pumped faster. I slid my finger in and out, in and out, and occasionally rubbed her clit with it, only to put it back in her.

The smell of sex filled the room. The three of us, moaning and groaning uncontrollably.

Fuck, I thought to myself, I want Marc to cum in my wife’s hole.

Marc

The sensation of Chris’s finger against my dick was extremely erotic. But my strokes were becoming languid at best, as I grunted in time to the thrusting. The first time I had fucked her it had been purely about gratification, this was now about slow, well-earned satisfaction.

I wasn’t ready to cum yet, although I was enjoying the feeling of being inside Chris’s wife. Her young, tight pussy fit like a glove. I was also enjoying Chris’s slick finger sliding along the underside of my cock, providing an unusual stimulus to an already pleasurable sensation.

He lay there on the other side of her, his own thick erect dick only inches from my own, looking into his own wife’s eyes while another man fucked her. I had no comprehension about how that must feel. But it was obviously something he wanted.

For some reason I felt powerful and extremely potent just then. It was time to start the serious fucking again.

“Dude,” I said, knowing exactly what I wanted, “I want to see you fuck your bitch.”

I pulled out of his wife and got up off the bed. I continued to stroke my massive cock as I stood there looking down on them. Their expressions were momentarily bewildered as I suddenly disengaged from our mutual pleasure. His wife’s look was one of disappointment that I had ceased to fill her hole.

I know I’m a good fuck. I’ve had a lot of experience at it.

“Get up,” I said in a tone that brooked no argument, “And fuck her.”

As I had done earlier, Chris got up and pulled his wife to the edge of the bed so that he could stick his fat cock up her tight pussy. Without further instruction from me, I watched him slip inside her greasy hole. It was a beautiful sight to behold, his hips thrusting into her spread open crack. Her pussy lips parting to meet each thrust as he buried himself within her greedy cunt. With each stroke, when he pulled out, his cock was glistening with her moist goodness. His ass muscles flexed in time with each thrust.

I was very hard watching them go at it. My hand firmly holding onto my shaft.

Impulsively moving behind him, I knelt on the floor. His ass was perfectly positioned before me. Reaching between his slightly spread legs I grabbed onto his balls, holding them gently in my hand, carefully massaging them with my fingers as they rested in my palm.

With my other hand I played, like he had earlier, with his young wife’s clit as my fingers slipped occasionally into her pussy.

I wanted to make sure that he knew what it felt like.

My tongue, not to be left out, ran up the length of his ass cheeks, and I tasted the saltiness of a bead of his sweat that had run down in a rivulet from his back at some point. Gingerly, and then with more determination, I began to rim his asshole with my tongue. Slowly and carefully I went so as to not make him drop another load too early.

I wanted this fuck to go on for a long time.

Taking both hands, I placed them, one on either of his cheeks, and held onto those thrusting muscles as he bucked into his wife.

After a few moments, I got up, running my tongue up the entire length of his back in the process until I reached the nape of his neck. His wife was lying there before him moaning and groaning. Her eyes closed; her head back in ecstasy, oblivious to what I was doing. My cock was now firmly lodged between the cheeks of his ass, held there by his own thrusting motions.

Soon I would have another load to drop. But I’m not a man that usually likes to spill my seed just anywhere; it goes against my alpha male instincts. Rather I prefer to deposit my seed freely in the appropriate receptacles. And when at all possible in the warm folds of a tight pussy, or in the confines of a moist hot ass.

What I wanted at that moment more than anything though was to fuck Chris’s wife’s cunt. To fuck that pussy after it had been filled to overflowing with Chris’s own load of cum, so that I could use his cream as my own lube to fuck her cunt black and blue.

My arm snaked around Chris’s chest strongly, muscling his back firmly against my broad, muscular chest.

A free hand held my cock wedged against him as a reminder of how close, how truly close, I was in every way.

Then with my mouth pressed close to his ear, and I whispered to him, “What do you want Chris?”

Chris

No, Marc, I thought to myself, don’t ask me that question. I wanted Marc to fuck me. I’ve never wanted to be fucked by a guy, even though I knew that I was attracted to men too. But this was different. There was something about Marc that made me want to please him. I wanted him to fuck me, but I couldn’t say it out loud.

My wife might freak out.

So I didn’t answer his question. I just fucked my wife harder, grunting and groaning. I didn’t know what turned me on more, the warmth of my wife’s tight pussy around my dick or his hard cock wedged against my ass. As I fucked harder, Marc pushed his weight onto me, harder. I loved the feeling of his powerful, tightly muscled body against mine. He licked my back again. And he didn’t suppress his groans. I felt his tongue against my flesh.

I couldn’t hold it much longer. I was about to cum. Just as I was about to pull out to cum on my wife’s stomach; Marc pushed me into her again firmly. I had no choice but to cum inside of my wife’s pussy. She moaned more as she felt my warm juice spill into her.

I was exhausted.

My cock grew limp inside her, but Marc didn’t move from where he was, his hands massaging my back. I could have stayed like that forever, sandwiched between my woman and the hottest stud that I’ve ever seen.

It wasn’t even ten seconds after I came that I felt Marc slowly rub his cock up and down against the crack of my ass again. I knew the sight of me fucking right in front of him got him going.

And I liked it.

Very forcefully, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me out of my wife.

“It’s my turn to fuck her again,” he said in a deep, sexual voice.

I fell onto the edge of the bed, lying on my back beside my wife. Marc just climbed on top of her and began to fuck her again.

Marc

I needed her pussy. Her cunt lips were engorged and full. And Chris’s cum leaked out the edges. I used one hand to hold her leg up and another to push my thick cock into her fat pussy. It felt so good I just had to fill her completely, pulling almost all the way out with each powerful stroke.

Chris’s cum coated her pussy wall, and acted as a lube for me. It was moist and wet. Our combined juices ran down the crack of her ass. The perfect sloppy seconds.

I couldn’t stop fucking. Then I looked up at Chris.

Chris

I closed my eyes to rest for a moment, yet I could hear his cock sliding in and out of my wife.

Then to my surprise, I felt something warm on my chest. Marc was licking my nipples. I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t know what to think. If my wife saw what he was doing, what would she say? I kept my eyes closed to pretend that I didn’t know it was him, but more than that, I kept them closed to isolate the feeling of his tongue playing with my nipples.

This lasted just for a few seconds, but it felt really good. I stood up and just watched them for a while. I know she was enjoying his cock inside her. I could tell from the way she grabbed Marc’s hair, and by the way that her hips responded to every thrust that he gave her.

I knelt down for a closer view of his cock fucking my wife. I was between Marc’s legs, in full view of my wife’s filled pussy. There was no other thing to do; I went closer and licked Marc’s balls. First, with just the tip of my tongue and then eventually I was licking his balls as a girl would lick mine.

I knew he liked it.

Tasting my wife’s juices on his shaft was really, really good. I knew that I was spent, but this new experience was making me semi-hard again.

Marc fucked my wife even harder. I stood up again, just to watch them this time. It was beautiful. I’ve never fucked my wife that hard before and I’m glad I had Marc to do it for me.