Ann, my beautiful Italian wife of nearly three years, and I made a point early on in our relationship of being open and honest with each other. That foundation has made for a marriage that we believe is truly special. Our agreement to be vulnerable with each other extends even to the bedroom, where we have had few qualms about sharing exactly what turns us on and then trying it out. However, some things remain secrets in every union. For the first couple years of our marriage, Ann and I had more than a couple sexual ideas buried in that territory.
Last fall, the shell that hid those remaining desires began to crack. The result was a threesome with Brittany, Ann's sister, that blew the lid off what I thought was the boundary of a healthy marriage. Several months later, I watched on in shock as my wife stripped naked at a party in front of a group of complete strangers. I didn't realize it right away, but it was that moment that changed the way I lusted for my wife in a wildly hot way.
It's not like my wife felt she needed to do these things to boost her confidence, either. Ann is a very intelligent, clever and friendly girl who is gorgeous by anyone's standards: dark Italian skin, hair and eyes with a beautiful complexion. She seriously looks far too young to be even in her mid-30s. She isn't oblivious to her beauty either and yet isn't conceited. Ann is indeed a rare breed and could have had any man she wanted. Don't ask what she's doing with me because I don't know that answer.
Anyway, even in the midst of those aforementioned activities, we did and still do hold marriage in high esteem, both ours and that of others. For example, I did not actually have sex with Brittany in the threesome since I didn't have her husband's blessing, and when a couple guys started to grope my wife during the strip tease, I decided to end it before it went too far. However, we mutually agreed that we could find different ways to have fun as long as it was for the purpose of pleasing each other and making sure no one was hurt, which meant being honest about our limits too.
As far as my fantasy goes, well, before I met Ann, the idea of a hot girl as the object of attention for multiple men was a severe turn on for me. However, I was understandably very possessive about Ann in particular, so she was the one woman I would never fantasize about in that way. I didn't want anyone touching her but me. However, when those men cheered her on as she unabashedly presented herself at that party, I didn't stop her. I didn't hate it. Instead, I was entirely aroused, and I made sure to tell her how much I liked her putting on a show for a group like she did.
Ann, sensing my excitement, revealed to me that it wasn't the first time she had stripped for a group of guys. I wasn't surprised, since I knew she was once a pretty wild girl before I met her. I then boldly asked her if they ever fucked her afterward. I wasn't sure I wanted to ask that question because I wasn't sure how I would feel about the answer. I figured I didn't really have anything to lose by asking. If watching her strip for a group was such an unexpected turn-on for me, maybe her being fucked by someone else wouldn't deter me as much as I previously thought it would.
Much more timidly, Ann disclosed that on two of those prior occasions she had been gangbanged. Not just fucked - gangbanged. She had never told me this part of her past because it had never come up and she figured I didn't need to know. She didn't tell me how many guys there were, and I didn't ask. I felt conflicting emotions about that revelation. I couldn't deny that, even to my surprise, the thought of my wife's taking multiple dicks was sexy as hell.
What I did want was to bring up the subject of double penetration because I personally thought it was the hottest sexual act. I had secretly fantasized about double-penetrating a girl for years before I met Ann. I don't think I would have carried it out prior to this point in my life, since I wasn't totally comfortable with being that close to another naked man, but it was hot to at least watch it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that you don't have to be gay to double-dick a sexy girl, and no one was sexier to me than my wife, especially now.
Still, I had never shared this desire with Ann because I never imagined she would want to hear it. In the course of this conversation, though, I finally expressed to her that I really thought DP would be very hot and that for the first time since meeting Ann, I thought she would be the most worthy star of such an act. Once I finally let my mind entertain the thought of having my wife in a steamy sex sandwich, my lust ran wild, and the desire never left my head.
In the spirit of our newfound agreement to explore our sexuality within our marriage, we decided to pursue a threesome with another man and see if anything would become of it. Ann did admit her only concern was the anal penetration. To my knowledge at the time, neither of us had done it before and we imagined it could be awkward or uncomfortable. I was thrilled it was her only hang-up!
To her concern, we did try anal sex just a few weeks later, and we broke her ass in pretty well. Within the next couple weeks, she even ordered a butt plug to get a taste for DP, and she absolutely loved the feeling of her ass being stuffed while I fucked her pussy. We were both fully on board to try a male-female-male threesome as soon as one was feasible.
Not that it is integral to this story, but about a month later, Ann finally came clean and admitted her anxiety with anal had not been because she was an anal virgin but because she had indeed done anal sex with one of her ex-boyfriends and found it to be very painful. Admittedly, that disclosure was a small bump in the road for us, not because she had been fucked in the ass before but because of the dishonesty - which, like I said, was a very important part of our relationship. We moved past it pretty quickly though. It did explain a few personal things, and it also meant that Ann had that much more experience to guide us through our first threesome.
Anyway, even before the run with the butt plug, we had started looking for a third guy online. We were facing quite a tight rope, since we both were very happy with the life we had and didn't want to jeopardize it for one night of fun. We didn't necessarily need our family members or coworkers to know we had expanded our marital activities to include other individuals. Ann is a pretty popular girl, too, so if we weren't careful, there was a good chance she would be recognized. However we went about seeking out individuals to participate with us, we didn't want to be easily identified.
We had heard about Craigslist personal ads, but we found out that that section had been deactivated. After checking out other options, it turned out that a porn website yielded the best results. After posting a picture that Ann was comfortable with (provocative but no face or real nudity) and clearly communicating our intentions and the situation, we generated several inquiries that seemed legitimate (among a bunch of clowns, of course.) Within a couple weeks, we had it down to three serious candidates.
In the meantime, we talked about the details. We needed to establish boundaries as well as come with a plan, including a date. The plan came together in April, but we decided to set the date for July. There were a few reasons for this decision. For one, the weather would be nice, as we were still getting snow in April. Second, it would give us a couple months to make plans, including locking down a third person, securing a babysitter and making a hotel reservation. Third, we were planning to take some time off from work in early July, so we wouldn't have stress from our jobs interfering. Finally, July is my birthday month, so not only could this event serve as a sort of birthday present for me, but Ann typically does things for me or lets me do things to her as part of our lovemaking that she didn't always allow.
As for the events for that evening, we knew right away the location: the Hyatt hotel downtown. We didn't want to invite this third wheel to our house because our home where we live as a family wasn't the most appropriate setting for this raunchy session and, just in case something didn't go according to plan, we didn't want this guy knowing where we live. A hotel made the most sense, and we had always talked about taking a weekend downtown just to enjoy our own city. The Hyatt was as nice a hotel as the city had to offer, and we had gift cards for it.
It took a little longer to flesh out our boundaries. I, for example, didn't want the guy to get carried away with my wife. In fact, my initial condition was he could fuck her ass and nothing else, but it was going to be hard enough to find someone without the strict rules. We agreed he could not only eat Ann's pussy but also fuck her pussy from behind while I watched and then joined in. I wanted to make sure we drew a line between "fucking" and "lovemaking," so I pretty much didn't want the other guy making eye contact with her. At the end of the day, I knew I had nothing to worry about because I wasn't at all concerned that Ann was going to have eyes for anyone but me. I trusted her completely. I honestly think I could let 10 men bang her and she would never remotely desire to leave me for any of them. After all, this fantasy was mine as well.
Ann was a little less picky with the boundaries, since the third was a man and not a woman, so everything I was doing in the threesome was going to be to her. Her only real boundaries were that she didn't want someone else's dick in her mouth, which was fine with me, and she didn't want his cum on her. I wouldn't have minded seeing another load on her, but the guy would have to wear a condom anyway. We figured he could unload while in her ass, which would be enjoyable for him, even while wearing protection.
As May began, we locked down our third leg of the tripod. His name is Patrick. After I sent him a request on this website, he initiated the conversation by saying, "I would LOVE to be your third. Your wife looks like she NEEDS to be double penetrated, and I would love to help you make that happen!" He lived in the city, which was about a 20-minute drive from our suburban home. He was just what we were looking for: mid-30s, single, in decent shape and a cock that wasn't small but wasn't going to hurt Ann's ass. He and I chatted online at first and seemed to get along pretty well. It would be another month or so until Ann was ready to talk with him, but when she did, she liked him too.
Everything came together fairly quickly and much more smoothly than we expected. I don't think either one of us thought we would actually go through with it or to find someone to participate. Now that it was happening, it was, for me, at least, quite surreal. What had always been a secret and shameful fantasy of mine was now actually going to happen! It really set in around the second week of May when we made the reservation at the Hyatt for Friday, July 6 and told Patrick where to be and when. If he showed up, there would be no turning back. If he bailed, then it wasn't meant to be, and Ann and I would still have a fun night in the city.
The excitement built over the next couple months, and, even though we didn't actually talk about it much, I knew Ann was thinking about it more than she let on. In fact, a couple times I heard her quietly singing to herself, "One, two, three, not only you and me." It aroused me in such a way that I can't describe, to know that my precious wife was looking forward to being savagely shared before my next birthday.
Over the course of that time, we tried anal and made use of the plug on several occasions. By July 1, Ann said she was quite comfortable with it and was ready to try the real thing. With the night only a handful of days away, it was feeling as dreamlike as ever.
I didn't know Ann during her wild stage in life, but from period I have to work with, I can't imagine anyone currently suspecting her of being involved in such a debauched act as we were planning. She was too much of a consummate profession, loving family woman and moral example to be this borderline-crude sexual being. Actually, I'm positive that anyone without intimate knowledge of the inner workings of my own mind would not have imagined that I would be the one encouraging her, even making the proposition in the first place. I too was widely considered a straight-and-narrow kind of guy.
July 6 eventually came. Ann and I had been off work for a couple days at this point and we planned nothing for this Friday during the day. We ran a few errands, went for a walk and then got dressed and ready for the craziest night of our lives. I wore my black suit, and Ann wore a matching black dress that was as short and low-cut as she had in her modest wardrobe. I had taken her shopping over Memorial Day weekend to pick out that dress just for this occasion, so it was also her first time wearing it. With it, she wore a necklace, black high heels that were open-toe, and I even talked her into wearing an anklet on her right ankle, which to some people would signify that she was a married woman who had permission to have sex with other men, or so I am told. That meaning was not lost on Ann, and it was applicable to our situation in a very narrow context, but I had always thought it was a sexy look regardless. Ann was OK with it too because if anyone we knew saw us and noticed it, we could just as easily plead ignorance to its symbolism.
Once Ann was finished with her makeup and hair - which she had straightened and wore down, just the way I like it - we hopped in the car and dropped our child off at my parent's house. Then we went straight to the Hyatt to check in and drop off our belongings. After we took a moment to settle in, we set out to take a walk on this rather cool summer evening to a nearby restaurant at which we had a reservation. Before walking in, I texted Patrick to make we were still on. He texted back that he would just be waiting to hear from us.
We had a couple glasses of wine to go with dinner, then a small dessert before we asked for the check. It was a very simple but romantic dinner date without a mention of the depravity that was in store tonight. While we waited for the check, I texted Patrick to head to the end of the street where the restaurant was located. He said he would be there in five minutes, so we waited about that long before leaving our table.
Ann and I headed out into the comfortable summer air. By now, it was close to 9 o'clock, and the sun was all but gone. I looked to the right and saw the white SUV that matched Patrick's description of our stranger's vehicle. Until now, our only communication with him was exchanging electronic messages and some images. We couldn't have even been certain he was serious about his end of the agreement. Now it appeared to us that this scenario was very real.
Ann and I started down the street, nerves and excitement gripping my heart. The same two emotions caused my wife to giggle as her high heels clacked against the sidewalk. "I can't believe we're actually doing this!" she said softly but excitedly with a big grin on her face.
"I know!" was all I managed in response. We walked up to the SUV, and the window rolled down immediately. Surely enough, it was Patrick, the guy from the pictures.
"Need a ride?" he said with a smile. "Let me guess: the Hyatt down that way," he added as he motioned his head backward in the direction of our hotel. We officially introduced ourselves through the window, and then Ann and I got in the backseat. Once we were seated, Patrick turned the car back on, pulled out, busted a U-turn and made the short drive to the hotel. Pulling up to the front door, he dropped us off, and we gave him the room number, where we would directly head while he parked in a nearby lot.
Ann and I made our way up to our room on the fourth floor. We then turned on every single light in the room in order to have the best visual. Then we closed the blinds and curtains for the most privacy. Lastly, we quickly took turns to get ready in the bathroom. While Ann was in there, there came the knock at the door.
As Ann finished in the bathroom, I opened the door to none other than Patrick, whom I welcomed in. Before closing the door, I hung the "do not disturb" sign on the knob. Then, somewhat awkwardly, I explained to Patrick that Ann was finishing up in the bathroom and then we would move right on. For now, he had a seat in the room while I paced from my nervous energy.
The faucet shut off in the bathroom, followed by a couple clacks of Ann's heels on the bathroom floor until she touched down on the carpet. When she came around the wall into our sight, she was sporting a very naughty grin and the right strap on her dress already pushed down her shoulder. The visual combined with the anticipation had me hard immediately.
"Fuck," Patrick said, standing from his chair. "Godamn, you're even hotter than the pictures!"
Ann just smiled back shyly at Patrick and asked him to sit back down. "My husband here will let you know when it's your turn," she said seductively as she strutted over to me.
"You've never been hotter," I said to her as she took hold of my jacket and started to pull it off. I kissed her as we began to undress, as if oblivious to the onlooker. We were so psyched up that our new situation didn't slow us down at all. Ann quickly removed my coat, tie and shirt, all as we kissed throughout, and then playfully pushed me onto the bed. Then, still facing me, she pushed her dress all the way down, revealing her black strapless lace bra and matching thong. As she stepped out of the dress, she asked, "Keep these on, I assume?" referring to the high heels.
"And the jewelry," I answered. Ann knew full well how hot I thought it was when she wore high heels during sex. She did it only rarely - for my birthday, for example. Ann then crawled into the bed with me and began working on my pants, starting with the belt, then the button and finally the zipper before pulling the pants off altogether. Now we were both in our underwear while a practical stranger watched us.
Ann got on top of me, and we made out as our hands made their way around each other's bodies. Ann reached into my boxer briefs and grabbed my rock-hard dick, stroking it as her tongue explored my mouth. I responded by finding the clasp of her bra and unfastening it, causing the garment to fall off her chest and onto mine. Pushing the bra aside, I gave both of my wife's bare boobs a good squeeze as we continued to make out. Then my right hand made its way into Ann's thong.
Ann moaned into my mouth and beat me off faster once my finger slipped into her pussy, which was already quite moist. After a minute of being finger-fucked, my wife pulled away and slid down my body and removed my underwear. I was uneasy for just a second about being naked in front of this other man, but that slight discomfort went away as soon as Ann began to suck me off.
Running my hand through Ann's beautiful straight hair, I praised her as she held the base of my cock and slurped up and down the shaft. I helped her keep her hair out of her face as those gorgeous brown eyes looked up a me, her mouth full with my prick. She continued to blow me for a couple more minutes before we switched places.
With Ann now on her back, I slowly removed the thong, slipping it down to her ankles and carefully pulling it around her high heels. I tossed the garment aside as Ann lifted and spread her legs, just like she had for the rowdy group at that party several months earlier. Without hesitation, I dove in, holding my wife's thighs apart while my tongue went to work probing her sweet spot.
Ann clutched my shoulders and moaned, throwing her head back into the pillow as I ate her out. After a minute, she lowered her legs and wrapped them around my head, pushing my face hard against her cunt so that the lovely scent of her womanhood intoxicated me. The more Ann pressed my face against her crotch, the harder I licked, which would only cause her to tighten her thighs around my head, and so the cycle continued. Ann's moans turned into cries and then into screams as she came for the first time that night, her juices flooding my mouth. My wife was really turned on and into it already, and we had hardly begun! Everything was going even better than expected.
Ann was nearly crushing my head with her thighs as her climax ripped through her, that sexy body going rigid while uncontrollable moans poured out of that pretty mouth. Finally, once Ann's orgasm subsided a bit, she relaxed her legs enough for me to pull back and allow me the chance to wipe her wetness off my beard and get some fresh air. When I looked down at my wife, already she was sweating and heaving like she had just finished an intense workout, so I reminded her that there was much yet to come. Still catching her breath, Ann laughed and insisted she couldn't wait for more.
At that point, I turned back to Patrick for the first time. As bad as I wanted to stick my dick in my wife right there, I knew our third person had waited very patiently for his turn and was plenty ready. Beside, I still had plans for Ann to suck me a little more, and she had informed me early on in our relationship that her mouth was off limits once I went inside her pussy. For now, I got off the bed and watched as someone I hardly knew took my place with my wife who was wearing nothing but shoes, jewelry and sweat.
All the way up to this moment, I wasn't sure how I would feel about another man taking a run with my wife. Ann, sensitive to this concern, never took her eyes off me even as Patrick knelt in front of her, even as she lifted and spread her own legs for this man just like she had for me moments earlier. Patrick had disrobed on his way to the bed and finished by taking his shirt off as he stared down at those ample boobs, flat stomach and shaven pussy. I knew full well that he was in for a treat.
Patrick had been very emphatic that he would respect our boundaries, and I have to say he was a man of his word. I was actually fully expecting - maybe hoping? - he would succumb to temptation and plant his penis right into Ann right then and there while those irresistible high-heel-clad legs reached for the ceiling, but Pat did just as we agreed and leaned forward, putting his face right where mine had been just a minute before.
For most of my marriage, the thought of another man with my wife would have broken my heart. In this moment, I was surprised at how exciting it was to simply watch on as the hottest girl I knew received sexual pleasure. Patrick slid his hands underneath Ann's sexy ass and pressed his mouth against my wife's sacred opening, sliding his tongue where only mine had been for at least the last four years.
If I thought I couldn't stand the sight of my precious spouse's being sexually treated by another man, obviously I would not have suggested this event in the first place. What I didn't expect was to be entirely turned on by it without reservation. As my pretty wife gripped the comforter on either side of her and wrapped her legs around this man's head, I was delirious with lust. There was not an iota of discomfort or jealousy. I guess, after all, Ann and I were so secure in our trust in and faithfulness to each other that inviting another man to even fuck her was simply another means of bringing enjoyment to each other as spouses.
Patrick was really going to town on Ann, too. His hands beneath Ann pushed her pussy up to his mouth, while Ann's legs pinned Patrick's head in her erotic trap. As Patrick munched on my wife's twat, Ann whined and moaned, taking her eyes off me only because she had closed them to relish in the pleasure of two men's taking turns to eat her delicious pussy.
Meanwhile, I couldn't help but beat off a little. Although nothing was more fun than having sex with Ann, I had done her literally hundreds of times. I had never, however, been able to just watch her have sex, and, boy, was it a treat. Seeing the entirety of her body writhe with pleasure and that dark Italian skin glisten with sweat while her arousing legs wrapped around Patrick's head and crossed at her ankles, the silver anklet shining in the light, just like the polish on her toenails that were exposed through the front of her shoes - taking all of it in was hotter than anything I could have anticipated.
I was kind of caught in a trance for a moment as I watched this near stranger eat out my precious wife all the way until Ann reached her second orgasm of the night, moaning through each wave of pleasure that crashed through her body. As she came, she clutched the comforter beneath her and closed her eyes again as she enjoyed two men's taking turns to bring her to oral bliss. As the orgasm still raked through Ann, Patrick politely pulled away, not wanting to overstay his welcome. As soon as Ann opened her eyes, Patrick looked to me and asked, "Can I fuck her?"
A year ago, such a question would have been mad. No one else could touch the love of my life! However, now that the moment had arrived, a culmination of quite a wild ride, Ann and I were both in agreement to let the poor bastard take a run with the hot, young woman in what was essentially the second phase of living out this decadent fantasy.
"Go for it," I barely managed in response, not because I was conflicted but because I was in disbelief. Without much of a reaction, Ann dutifully crawled to her hands and knees, pointing her ass toward Patrick and awaiting his move. At this point, I stood up and stepped closer, choosing to watch for just a minute or two before jumping headlong into our wicked plan.
Patrick joined my wife on the bed, kneeling behind her and placing one hand on her back as the other held his cock in place, which he guided toward Ann's prized opening. I watched, not helplessly but in full control, as this man I barely knew slowly pushed into my wife from behind. For the first time in more than five years, someone other than me had his dick inside Ann.
"Fuck!" Patrick yelled as he buried himself inside Ann. "Your wife is so hot!" Ann smiled, curling her fingers into the bed as Patrick began to pump back and forth in and out of her. I just observed, stroking myself a bit as the sexiest pornstar I had ever seen took a hard dick just for me. Her hair and boobs rocked back and forth as she was pushed forward and back by Patrick's thrusts, her eyes on me and a smile on her face the whole time.
After a minute or two, I joined them on the bed and stationed myself in front of Ann, watching head-on as Patrick steadily pounded my wife's pussy. Ann flashed a sexy grin and said, "Do you like seeing me get pounded like this?" I simply nodded in the affirmative and then held out my cock. "Do you want me fucked at both ends?" she added in her sexy voice. Again I nodded, still unable to articulate words. Ann then opened her mouth as she took my prick in one hand, holding herself up with just the other one now as she bobbed forward into me from the pumps she was taking behind her. Her necklace flew out and rattled below her chin as her hair brushed against my stomach while I stayed still to allow Ann to line my cock up with her mouth.
Remaining still, I moaned as Ann's lips began to slide up and down my shaft while her body rocked back and forth as she was caught in between Patrick and me, penetrated at either end while we split-roasted her on that hotel bed. Patrick continued to slam Ann from behind for a couple minutes while I enjoyed the view of my wife's blowing me as she got fucked in her pussy. After a moment, Ann pulled her mouth away from me, keeping her hand on my penis and stroking it but now looking over her shoulder as she started to push back on the near-stranger's cock, indicating for him to stop doing the work. Once Patrick stayed still, Ann looked back and me and returned my prick to her warm, wet mouth, this time putting both hands on the mattress and sliding her sexy body back and forth between us like a slinky.
Patrick was holding the heels of Ann's shoes and I was running my hands through that gorgeous, straight hair as my wife took turns burying our cocks, mine in her mouth, Patrick's in her cunt and then on and on for several minutes until she came for the third time that night, moaning around my cock and finally going still as her body trembled slightly from another climax. I was on the verge of cumming as well at that point, and I can imagine Patrick wasn't far behind. If we were going to succeed in completing the main event, I needed to finally speak up, because I knew Ann and Patrick were awaiting my cue.
"Ready for DP?" I asked. I wanted to say something hotter than that, but I froze from a mix of nerves and excitement. In response, Ann, who was always better than I at dirty talk, pulled away from my cock, looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and said in a low voice, "Do you want to sandwich your wife, honey?"
"Don't make cum before we do, babe!" I said. I cannot overstate how I couldn't believe what was happening was real life. I nearly pinched myself. Next thing I knew, the three of us were rearranging on the bed, I first on my back as Ann was liberally lubing up my cock and her pussy. We didn't normally use a ton of lubrication for genital sex, but we had gotten a tip online to lube both holes when preparing for double penetration. Next, Ann mounted me, sliding her vagina onto my cock, which was finally home, as her knees rested down on either side of my legs. Then Patrick shuffled in behind as we prepared to double-penetrate Ann.
"Drill me in both holes," Ann whispered. I almost wanted her to stop saying such sexy things. Almost. I was going to cum too soon if we weren't careful! Ann and I kissed as she gently rotated her hips, grinding on me until Patrick, with the help of a whole lot of lubrication, very, very slowly pushed his prick into my wife's ass. A quick, sharp moan escaped Ann's throat as my wife was penetrated in the ass by another man, and then she lay her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck while I rubbed her back to help soothe any discomfort.
The sensations I experienced next were indescribable. Formerly, I would have thought being close to another man during sex and especially feeling the pressure of another penis in such close proximity would have been very unnerving for a heterosexual male like myself. However, feeling Patrick's dick push in beside mine, separated by only the membrane that defined the asshole and pussy, tightening my wife's already tight cunt around my member - not to mention just the thought that my hot wife was getting double-stuffed like her sexiness required - was without a doubt the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Years of fantasy were being fulfilled in one amazing moment. All of it was driven by lust for my incredible wife.
"Oh Ann!" I cried out, shifting upward, driving my manhood as deep inside my wife's temple as possible.
"Holy shit!" Patrick yelled. "You're a fucking goddess!" he praised. "So damn tight." Ann lifted her head, her eyes and smile wild with delight, indicating how sexy she felt in that moment despite her undoubted discomfort. She quickly pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and then held herself up between the two male bodies that double-penetrated her, her ample breasts hovering over my face. Then she looked down at me with longing eyes and smiled sweetly at me.
"How good does it feel to sandwich your wife?" she whispered before leaning in for a kiss. After kissing Ann, all while an unfamiliar man remained still in her ass, I groaned and could barely manage any reply to her other than it felt unbelievable. Indeed it did, especially how tight her pussy was!
For the first moment, the three of us stayed almost perfectly still, partially out of concern for Ann's comfort and also because not one of us really knew what the hell to do. Plus, it was such a surreal moment that I think we were all just kind of lost in it. Finally, I snapped to it, knowing Patrick wasn't going to make the first move out of respect, and Ann was caught helplessly in the middle of this sex sandwich, completely at our mercy. At last, I pulled back, relieving the pressure inside Ann for just a moment before pushing back in, that tight cunt welcoming me back in. As I thrust in, Patrick knew enough to pull back, allowing me a smoother entrance. Patrick and I practiced that motion a few times, very slowly and somewhat clumsily at my poor wife's expense until we started to get the hang of it.
Ann yelped a couple times and burrowed her head into my neck in those first couple moments, concerning me initially. We were in too deep to reconsider now, though. Fortunately, once Patrick and I established smoother transitions in and out of my wife, she relaxed noticeably as we screwed her slowly and deliberately until it was clear she had nicely adjusted to her situation. I could feel her shoulders become less tense as I clung to them and eased my cock gently back and forth into her well-lubricated pussy while Patrick had a firm grip of my wife's hips while taking turns with me thrusting into the sexy Italian woman.
Still breathing heavily, Ann lifted her head up from my neck, greeting me with a delightful, wide smile, her body and hair slowly rocking back and forth as two men alternated pushing into her body at the other end. My wife and I kissed again, enveloped in passion and pleasure as we dove as deep into depravity as the boundaries of our healthy marriage allowed.
In the midst of making out, Ann, amid deep breaths, gave us permission to go faster. At this point, I realized that she was actually grinding against us as we carefully prodded her ass and pussy. Much to my enjoyment, my hot wife was truly enjoying the double penetration, discomfort or not!
Ann needed not say another word. The words had barely passed her lips before I began to push harder and faster into that goldmine of a body, all while still clinging to Ann's shoulders as our tongues fought in each other's mouths. It took a second for Patrick to get back into the swing of sawing in and out of my wife, but he soon was also plundering Ann's ass with the same speed and intensity with which I was filling her twat. As we double-fucked her faster, Ann started to tense up again, but it was different from before. This time it was from arousal, not pain.
In no time, Patrick and I were steadily pumping in and out of both of Ann's holes, filling the sexy woman to capacity as she rocked and writhed between us. After a few minutes of kissing me, Ann pulled away, arching her back as she held herself in between Patrick's and my thrusting bodies while we men held tightly to our shared sandwich meat. Ann closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to moan loudly, her hands now on my shoulders, her hair falling in her face while her boobs jiggled in my clear view. Turned on all the more, I started to nail my wife even harder, which made her cry out louder and forced Patrick to keep up with me as he fucked Ann anally.
Keeping up my pace, I raised my head to take one of Ann's boobs into my mouth and suck on her tit, which I knew would drive her wild. Surely enough, she moaned distinctly as my tongue and lips played with one of her nipples and then moved to the other one. "Oooh! Don't stop!" she cried. "Both of you. Oh gosh! Keep going!" She didn't need to worry - Patrick and I had no intentions of slowing down just yet.
Between licking and sucking my wife's boobs, I praised her, encouraging her in such a bold and daring endeavor as this threesome, let alone the double penetration. "You're so damn hot, Ann!" I moaned, my breath now ragged as well while sweat formed all over me, mingling with the dampness that already coated my wife. "You take two cocks so well! You were made for this!" Ann smiled, her eyes still closed as she took the steady pounding of two pulsing members in both of her holes. By now, Patrick and I were sawing in and out of her like two pistons. The scent of her pussy emanated to mingle with that of our sweat and fill the air while the sound of grunts, groans and moans joined that of the creaking mattress and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh and Ann's juicy holes.
In and out, back and forth, two cocks fought for space inside Ann's tight, hot body, her holes paradoxically getting stretched and yet made so tight as we men gave my wife the ravishing her sexiness had always required. Eventually, I could tell Ann was trying to bring herself to orgasm, which would have been an incredible bonus for her first double penetration. Alas, through her tensing and grinding, she was unable to get to that point.
"Fuck!" Ann cursed, exasperated. "I was so close." I was pretty close myself, actually, but I wasn't quite ready for this unreal experience to end. It was then that I suggested a change of positions.
"You do tend to cum harder on your back," I said after making the proposal. In agreement, three sweat-soaked bodies separated for just a moment and reconfigured on a bed that I doubt had ever supported a raunchier activity. Patrick lay on his back, and Ann, her eyes on me the whole time, mounted him with her ass, her heaving chest facing out toward me as she squatted over Patrick's cock and slowly welcomed it back into her asshole. This time, she let out only a small yelp as the third-wheel's penis pierced her body. Ann was breathing heavily again as I approached them. Once I dropped to my knees in front of them, Ann grinned and lifted her legs up, spreading them wide and giving me a lovely view of her open pussy and stuffed anus. The fact that she was wearing nothing but high heels and a couple pieces of jewelry added to the breathtaking spectacle.
I sort of expected Ann to come up with another erotic quip for this moment, but she was already pretty wiped out by now. Her smile said all I needed anyway, so I slid into the mix, resting Ann's legs on my thighs as I used one hand to balance myself on her boob and the other to guide my cock back inside my wife's tight, tight love canal. All three of us moaned, Ann the loudest, as I sank deep inside my wife until both Patrick and I were balls-deep inside the love of my life once again.
This position took a little more adjusting. Everyone breathed heavily and grunted a bit as we all kind of writhed there and attempted to find the most comfortable setup. Ann and I exchanged a few kisses as we all got settled, eventually with Patrick flat on his back and Ann lying parallel to him with his chin on her right shoulder, his cock still buried in her ass, of course. Patrick took the liberty at this point to clutch Ann's boobs, and suddenly I felt his cock's sliding up and down the hole adjacent to the one I was filling. Again, the feeling of another cock in the cavity right next to where my manhood was turned out to be more thrilling and less of a turn-off than I ever imagined - not in a homoerotic way but simply because it was my wife that was the sexy shared piece in this threesome.
With Ann's legs curled around my waist, I put my hands on her hips and took Patrick's lead, pumping into my wife's pussy, slowly at first, as the near-stranger did the same in her ass. Almost immediately, we picked up our pace, synchronizing inside Ann surprisingly quickly as our cocks plunged in and out of her amazing holes. That shy, wicked smile crept across Ann's face again, and her eyes rolled back into her head and fluttered shut while she took the steady double penetration even better than I had imagined she would. Patrick had hit the nail right on the head: I was married to a goddess.
As Patrick and I thrust in and out of my wife, I was still trying to get solid footing. It didn't help that both Ann and I were slick with sweat, not giving me a lot of traction, and from this angle I was almost slightly unnerved. I decided that if I used one of my legs to step over Ann's thigh, it would give me more support to drive deeper into my wife. For just a second, I pulled out, just long enough for Ann to let out a startled moan. Instantly, I stepped over her right leg, so that her thigh was now wedged between mine and Patrick's, and in one motion slid my rock hard penis back into my wife's tight, wet pussy. Ann opened her mouth and laughed as she watched me slightly rearrange ourselves and then go right back to hammering her in unison with Patrick underneath, who never ceased to ram Ann's ass even while I was reconfiguring atop them.
Now that I was leaning farther over my wife, Patrick slid his hands down to Ann's hips, allowing me to steady myself with one hand on Ann's right boob, my other hand holding onto the headboard as I gazed down at my unbelievably sexy wife, who was moaning and giggling as she steadily took the two cocks that plunged in and out of her. The sensations were overwhelming, the reality that my own wife was being double-penetrated combining with the intense heat that caused her body to be covered in sweat and gleam in the dim light, the steady slapping of male flesh on female flesh while the bed creaked beneath us. I almost forgot to breathe as I took it all in while focusing on giving my goddess wife the fucking she needed and deserved.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you how long Patrick and I double-teamed Ann in that position. Paradoxically, it felt like a heavenly eternity but also far too short. It could have been 20 minutes or just a couple. Time stood still in our world as my eyes moved back and forth between watching two cocks slide in and out of my wife and meeting her eye line as she writhed between two bodies in this devilish sex sandwich. The panting and moaning of three individuals filled my ear along with all the other sounds generated by our sex, making me feel wonderfully lost in our little world of depravity on that hotel bed in the heart of our hometown.
In between some kissing, Ann said, "I wanna cum." I wasn't sure what was stopping her, but it turns out that Patrick's thrust into her ass were making it difficult for Ann to climax, since she wasn't accustomed to double penetration. She needed him to stop, but in exchange, she offered him the opportunity to finish in her ass while giving me the choice to temporarily pull out or to stay still inside her while our friend ran his course. I chose the latter, remaining motionless as this unfamiliar man gave full vent to his lust by railing my wife's ass as hard and fast as he could. I couldn't help but move a little bit inside of Ann's pussy, gently making love to her while I felt her cunt tightening so indescribably as that other cock drove in and out of Ann's ass.
Ann, on the other hand, didn't enjoy getting her ass fucked hard as much as I enjoyed watching it, admittedly. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, being a good sport about it but clearly experiencing some pain. All I could think to do to comfort her was kiss her, and so we made out while Patrick cursed, held on tightly to Ann's hips and plowed her ass as he had license until, at last, he moaned loudly and came inside my wife's ass.
"Say my name!" Ann burst, breaking away from our kiss. I was taken a back, a bit confused, but Patrick was on the ball.
"Ann!" he shouted as he came inside my wife's ass. "Fuck! Oh, Ann!"
"Yes, say my name as you cum in my ass!" I could hardly believe it was my wife I was hearing! Ann's eyes directed up toward me and my wife smiled at me as our new friend called out her name amid his orgasm. It was as if she owned him now.
Patrick came to a stop and caught his breath as his cum filled the condom and began to leak out, giving Ann a creampie in her ass. As soon as Patrick went still, Ann begged me to make her cum, so I went to work with all the motivation I needed. The other man didn't have to ask if he needed to leave because he was trapped underneath Ann and me as I made love to my wife's pussy all while Patrick remained lodged in her ass. For the next few minutes, Patrick served as little more than a human butt plug while Ann and I kissed and groped each other and made passionate love on top of him.
My long, hard dick pounded Ann's pussy, which was still exceptionally tight, thanks to Patrick's cock, still quite hard in my wife's ass. I pumped in and out of Ann, not incredibly hard but firmly, just the way she likes it. My mouth took turns between Ann's mouth and her tits, and we all but forgot about the other man who was right there with us. Ann's left leg, the one that wasn't pinned down by mine, first kicked straight out, that sexy high heel pointing to the ceiling, and eventually began to curl back toward me until it was wrapped around my waist. At last, I could feel Ann begin to tense up, preparing for orgasm for the fourth time tonight. The heel of her shoe was now poking into my back, my wife's nails digging into my shoulder blades as her breath got more and more labored.
"Keep going," Ann said between breaths. "Keep going. Make me cum on your cock. Make me cum on your cock while this cock's in my ass!" I did just as she asked, pushing her over the edge, evidenced by her howl and her shaking body. Her climax lasted a good minute, and I made sure to give her a few well-timed thrusts into her throughout it, each of which made her moan and twitch again as her body still rocked with her orgasm.
Finally, as her cumming subsided, Ann offered in her sexy tone, "Do you want to cum on my face?" I can remember two times before this night that Ann let me give her a facial. She really preferred my seed on her tits, but as if the threesome wasn't enough of a birthday present for me, she wanted it to be perfect in my estimation. Without saying a word, I pulled out, more than ready to cum, and allowed Patrick just enough time to get out from under Ann. Once Ann was lying on her back as Patrick got out of the bed, I straddled over my wife's stomach and pointed my cock right at the goddess's face.
Within a few seconds, I was cumming, bringing the wildest night of my life to fitting climax as several hard spurts of semen erupted from my prick and painted my wife's pretty face from top to bottom. I tried my best to avoid her eyes, with mixed results. By the time I was done, I had sufficiently covered Ann's forehead, chin, mouth and right cheek, with a bit of my man juice everywhere else too, including her hair. I had been certain to save up a particularly large load for her, and all the arousal from tonight had helped my balls produce on top of what had already been building up.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I collapsed next to my wife while my cum dripped down the contours of her face. Ann just grinned and laughed, utterly relaxed as well, though no doubt feeling some soreness as she had just taken the most intense fucking of her life.
"Fuck is right," Patrick interjected. In that moment, I had all but forgotten he was there! "Thanks for letting me be a part of that!" With little else to contribute, Patrick gathered his things, got dressed and asked us to let him know when we were up for a threesome again. I told him I would reach out to him in the future, and then he went on his way. It was after he left that Ann finally sat up, my cum now streaming down to her neck and even down to her boobs as she smiled from ear to ear.
"How was it?" I asked her.
"Intense," she said, "but in a good way. A little uncomfortable at times but very fun. I would probably do it again sometime, but not right away."
"Good enough for me," I said.
"And you?" she asked. "Did you have fun?"
I laughed. "Hell yes," I said. "You were so sexy. I had no idea you could handle two cocks so well."
"Oh, I'm sure I could handle more," she said with a grin and then strutted off to the bathroom to clean up.
Since then, I have been in awe of Ann, and I have to say I feel an even deeper love and trust for her. We don't expect that night to be a one-time occurrence either. We've already begun to think of plans for perhaps later this summer and have had a couple new ideas to make it even more interesting. The new excitement has made our relrelationship, strong as it was, better than ever.
Last fall, the shell that hid those remaining desires began to crack. The result was a threesome with Brittany, Ann's sister, that blew the lid off what I thought was the boundary of a healthy marriage. Several months later, I watched on in shock as my wife stripped naked at a party in front of a group of complete strangers. I didn't realize it right away, but it was that moment that changed the way I lusted for my wife in a wildly hot way.
It's not like my wife felt she needed to do these things to boost her confidence, either. Ann is a very intelligent, clever and friendly girl who is gorgeous by anyone's standards: dark Italian skin, hair and eyes with a beautiful complexion. She seriously looks far too young to be even in her mid-30s. She isn't oblivious to her beauty either and yet isn't conceited. Ann is indeed a rare breed and could have had any man she wanted. Don't ask what she's doing with me because I don't know that answer.
Anyway, even in the midst of those aforementioned activities, we did and still do hold marriage in high esteem, both ours and that of others. For example, I did not actually have sex with Brittany in the threesome since I didn't have her husband's blessing, and when a couple guys started to grope my wife during the strip tease, I decided to end it before it went too far. However, we mutually agreed that we could find different ways to have fun as long as it was for the purpose of pleasing each other and making sure no one was hurt, which meant being honest about our limits too.
As far as my fantasy goes, well, before I met Ann, the idea of a hot girl as the object of attention for multiple men was a severe turn on for me. However, I was understandably very possessive about Ann in particular, so she was the one woman I would never fantasize about in that way. I didn't want anyone touching her but me. However, when those men cheered her on as she unabashedly presented herself at that party, I didn't stop her. I didn't hate it. Instead, I was entirely aroused, and I made sure to tell her how much I liked her putting on a show for a group like she did.
Ann, sensing my excitement, revealed to me that it wasn't the first time she had stripped for a group of guys. I wasn't surprised, since I knew she was once a pretty wild girl before I met her. I then boldly asked her if they ever fucked her afterward. I wasn't sure I wanted to ask that question because I wasn't sure how I would feel about the answer. I figured I didn't really have anything to lose by asking. If watching her strip for a group was such an unexpected turn-on for me, maybe her being fucked by someone else wouldn't deter me as much as I previously thought it would.
Much more timidly, Ann disclosed that on two of those prior occasions she had been gangbanged. Not just fucked - gangbanged. She had never told me this part of her past because it had never come up and she figured I didn't need to know. She didn't tell me how many guys there were, and I didn't ask. I felt conflicting emotions about that revelation. I couldn't deny that, even to my surprise, the thought of my wife's taking multiple dicks was sexy as hell.
What I did want was to bring up the subject of double penetration because I personally thought it was the hottest sexual act. I had secretly fantasized about double-penetrating a girl for years before I met Ann. I don't think I would have carried it out prior to this point in my life, since I wasn't totally comfortable with being that close to another naked man, but it was hot to at least watch it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that you don't have to be gay to double-dick a sexy girl, and no one was sexier to me than my wife, especially now.
Still, I had never shared this desire with Ann because I never imagined she would want to hear it. In the course of this conversation, though, I finally expressed to her that I really thought DP would be very hot and that for the first time since meeting Ann, I thought she would be the most worthy star of such an act. Once I finally let my mind entertain the thought of having my wife in a steamy sex sandwich, my lust ran wild, and the desire never left my head.
In the spirit of our newfound agreement to explore our sexuality within our marriage, we decided to pursue a threesome with another man and see if anything would become of it. Ann did admit her only concern was the anal penetration. To my knowledge at the time, neither of us had done it before and we imagined it could be awkward or uncomfortable. I was thrilled it was her only hang-up!
To her concern, we did try anal sex just a few weeks later, and we broke her ass in pretty well. Within the next couple weeks, she even ordered a butt plug to get a taste for DP, and she absolutely loved the feeling of her ass being stuffed while I fucked her pussy. We were both fully on board to try a male-female-male threesome as soon as one was feasible.
Not that it is integral to this story, but about a month later, Ann finally came clean and admitted her anxiety with anal had not been because she was an anal virgin but because she had indeed done anal sex with one of her ex-boyfriends and found it to be very painful. Admittedly, that disclosure was a small bump in the road for us, not because she had been fucked in the ass before but because of the dishonesty - which, like I said, was a very important part of our relationship. We moved past it pretty quickly though. It did explain a few personal things, and it also meant that Ann had that much more experience to guide us through our first threesome.
Anyway, even before the run with the butt plug, we had started looking for a third guy online. We were facing quite a tight rope, since we both were very happy with the life we had and didn't want to jeopardize it for one night of fun. We didn't necessarily need our family members or coworkers to know we had expanded our marital activities to include other individuals. Ann is a pretty popular girl, too, so if we weren't careful, there was a good chance she would be recognized. However we went about seeking out individuals to participate with us, we didn't want to be easily identified.
We had heard about Craigslist personal ads, but we found out that that section had been deactivated. After checking out other options, it turned out that a porn website yielded the best results. After posting a picture that Ann was comfortable with (provocative but no face or real nudity) and clearly communicating our intentions and the situation, we generated several inquiries that seemed legitimate (among a bunch of clowns, of course.) Within a couple weeks, we had it down to three serious candidates.
In the meantime, we talked about the details. We needed to establish boundaries as well as come with a plan, including a date. The plan came together in April, but we decided to set the date for July. There were a few reasons for this decision. For one, the weather would be nice, as we were still getting snow in April. Second, it would give us a couple months to make plans, including locking down a third person, securing a babysitter and making a hotel reservation. Third, we were planning to take some time off from work in early July, so we wouldn't have stress from our jobs interfering. Finally, July is my birthday month, so not only could this event serve as a sort of birthday present for me, but Ann typically does things for me or lets me do things to her as part of our lovemaking that she didn't always allow.
As for the events for that evening, we knew right away the location: the Hyatt hotel downtown. We didn't want to invite this third wheel to our house because our home where we live as a family wasn't the most appropriate setting for this raunchy session and, just in case something didn't go according to plan, we didn't want this guy knowing where we live. A hotel made the most sense, and we had always talked about taking a weekend downtown just to enjoy our own city. The Hyatt was as nice a hotel as the city had to offer, and we had gift cards for it.
It took a little longer to flesh out our boundaries. I, for example, didn't want the guy to get carried away with my wife. In fact, my initial condition was he could fuck her ass and nothing else, but it was going to be hard enough to find someone without the strict rules. We agreed he could not only eat Ann's pussy but also fuck her pussy from behind while I watched and then joined in. I wanted to make sure we drew a line between "fucking" and "lovemaking," so I pretty much didn't want the other guy making eye contact with her. At the end of the day, I knew I had nothing to worry about because I wasn't at all concerned that Ann was going to have eyes for anyone but me. I trusted her completely. I honestly think I could let 10 men bang her and she would never remotely desire to leave me for any of them. After all, this fantasy was mine as well.
Ann was a little less picky with the boundaries, since the third was a man and not a woman, so everything I was doing in the threesome was going to be to her. Her only real boundaries were that she didn't want someone else's dick in her mouth, which was fine with me, and she didn't want his cum on her. I wouldn't have minded seeing another load on her, but the guy would have to wear a condom anyway. We figured he could unload while in her ass, which would be enjoyable for him, even while wearing protection.
As May began, we locked down our third leg of the tripod. His name is Patrick. After I sent him a request on this website, he initiated the conversation by saying, "I would LOVE to be your third. Your wife looks like she NEEDS to be double penetrated, and I would love to help you make that happen!" He lived in the city, which was about a 20-minute drive from our suburban home. He was just what we were looking for: mid-30s, single, in decent shape and a cock that wasn't small but wasn't going to hurt Ann's ass. He and I chatted online at first and seemed to get along pretty well. It would be another month or so until Ann was ready to talk with him, but when she did, she liked him too.
Everything came together fairly quickly and much more smoothly than we expected. I don't think either one of us thought we would actually go through with it or to find someone to participate. Now that it was happening, it was, for me, at least, quite surreal. What had always been a secret and shameful fantasy of mine was now actually going to happen! It really set in around the second week of May when we made the reservation at the Hyatt for Friday, July 6 and told Patrick where to be and when. If he showed up, there would be no turning back. If he bailed, then it wasn't meant to be, and Ann and I would still have a fun night in the city.
The excitement built over the next couple months, and, even though we didn't actually talk about it much, I knew Ann was thinking about it more than she let on. In fact, a couple times I heard her quietly singing to herself, "One, two, three, not only you and me." It aroused me in such a way that I can't describe, to know that my precious wife was looking forward to being savagely shared before my next birthday.
Over the course of that time, we tried anal and made use of the plug on several occasions. By July 1, Ann said she was quite comfortable with it and was ready to try the real thing. With the night only a handful of days away, it was feeling as dreamlike as ever.
I didn't know Ann during her wild stage in life, but from period I have to work with, I can't imagine anyone currently suspecting her of being involved in such a debauched act as we were planning. She was too much of a consummate profession, loving family woman and moral example to be this borderline-crude sexual being. Actually, I'm positive that anyone without intimate knowledge of the inner workings of my own mind would not have imagined that I would be the one encouraging her, even making the proposition in the first place. I too was widely considered a straight-and-narrow kind of guy.
July 6 eventually came. Ann and I had been off work for a couple days at this point and we planned nothing for this Friday during the day. We ran a few errands, went for a walk and then got dressed and ready for the craziest night of our lives. I wore my black suit, and Ann wore a matching black dress that was as short and low-cut as she had in her modest wardrobe. I had taken her shopping over Memorial Day weekend to pick out that dress just for this occasion, so it was also her first time wearing it. With it, she wore a necklace, black high heels that were open-toe, and I even talked her into wearing an anklet on her right ankle, which to some people would signify that she was a married woman who had permission to have sex with other men, or so I am told. That meaning was not lost on Ann, and it was applicable to our situation in a very narrow context, but I had always thought it was a sexy look regardless. Ann was OK with it too because if anyone we knew saw us and noticed it, we could just as easily plead ignorance to its symbolism.
Once Ann was finished with her makeup and hair - which she had straightened and wore down, just the way I like it - we hopped in the car and dropped our child off at my parent's house. Then we went straight to the Hyatt to check in and drop off our belongings. After we took a moment to settle in, we set out to take a walk on this rather cool summer evening to a nearby restaurant at which we had a reservation. Before walking in, I texted Patrick to make we were still on. He texted back that he would just be waiting to hear from us.
We had a couple glasses of wine to go with dinner, then a small dessert before we asked for the check. It was a very simple but romantic dinner date without a mention of the depravity that was in store tonight. While we waited for the check, I texted Patrick to head to the end of the street where the restaurant was located. He said he would be there in five minutes, so we waited about that long before leaving our table.
Ann and I headed out into the comfortable summer air. By now, it was close to 9 o'clock, and the sun was all but gone. I looked to the right and saw the white SUV that matched Patrick's description of our stranger's vehicle. Until now, our only communication with him was exchanging electronic messages and some images. We couldn't have even been certain he was serious about his end of the agreement. Now it appeared to us that this scenario was very real.
Ann and I started down the street, nerves and excitement gripping my heart. The same two emotions caused my wife to giggle as her high heels clacked against the sidewalk. "I can't believe we're actually doing this!" she said softly but excitedly with a big grin on her face.
"I know!" was all I managed in response. We walked up to the SUV, and the window rolled down immediately. Surely enough, it was Patrick, the guy from the pictures.
"Need a ride?" he said with a smile. "Let me guess: the Hyatt down that way," he added as he motioned his head backward in the direction of our hotel. We officially introduced ourselves through the window, and then Ann and I got in the backseat. Once we were seated, Patrick turned the car back on, pulled out, busted a U-turn and made the short drive to the hotel. Pulling up to the front door, he dropped us off, and we gave him the room number, where we would directly head while he parked in a nearby lot.
Ann and I made our way up to our room on the fourth floor. We then turned on every single light in the room in order to have the best visual. Then we closed the blinds and curtains for the most privacy. Lastly, we quickly took turns to get ready in the bathroom. While Ann was in there, there came the knock at the door.
As Ann finished in the bathroom, I opened the door to none other than Patrick, whom I welcomed in. Before closing the door, I hung the "do not disturb" sign on the knob. Then, somewhat awkwardly, I explained to Patrick that Ann was finishing up in the bathroom and then we would move right on. For now, he had a seat in the room while I paced from my nervous energy.
The faucet shut off in the bathroom, followed by a couple clacks of Ann's heels on the bathroom floor until she touched down on the carpet. When she came around the wall into our sight, she was sporting a very naughty grin and the right strap on her dress already pushed down her shoulder. The visual combined with the anticipation had me hard immediately.
"Fuck," Patrick said, standing from his chair. "Godamn, you're even hotter than the pictures!"
Ann just smiled back shyly at Patrick and asked him to sit back down. "My husband here will let you know when it's your turn," she said seductively as she strutted over to me.
"You've never been hotter," I said to her as she took hold of my jacket and started to pull it off. I kissed her as we began to undress, as if oblivious to the onlooker. We were so psyched up that our new situation didn't slow us down at all. Ann quickly removed my coat, tie and shirt, all as we kissed throughout, and then playfully pushed me onto the bed. Then, still facing me, she pushed her dress all the way down, revealing her black strapless lace bra and matching thong. As she stepped out of the dress, she asked, "Keep these on, I assume?" referring to the high heels.
"And the jewelry," I answered. Ann knew full well how hot I thought it was when she wore high heels during sex. She did it only rarely - for my birthday, for example. Ann then crawled into the bed with me and began working on my pants, starting with the belt, then the button and finally the zipper before pulling the pants off altogether. Now we were both in our underwear while a practical stranger watched us.
Ann got on top of me, and we made out as our hands made their way around each other's bodies. Ann reached into my boxer briefs and grabbed my rock-hard dick, stroking it as her tongue explored my mouth. I responded by finding the clasp of her bra and unfastening it, causing the garment to fall off her chest and onto mine. Pushing the bra aside, I gave both of my wife's bare boobs a good squeeze as we continued to make out. Then my right hand made its way into Ann's thong.
Ann moaned into my mouth and beat me off faster once my finger slipped into her pussy, which was already quite moist. After a minute of being finger-fucked, my wife pulled away and slid down my body and removed my underwear. I was uneasy for just a second about being naked in front of this other man, but that slight discomfort went away as soon as Ann began to suck me off.
Running my hand through Ann's beautiful straight hair, I praised her as she held the base of my cock and slurped up and down the shaft. I helped her keep her hair out of her face as those gorgeous brown eyes looked up a me, her mouth full with my prick. She continued to blow me for a couple more minutes before we switched places.
With Ann now on her back, I slowly removed the thong, slipping it down to her ankles and carefully pulling it around her high heels. I tossed the garment aside as Ann lifted and spread her legs, just like she had for the rowdy group at that party several months earlier. Without hesitation, I dove in, holding my wife's thighs apart while my tongue went to work probing her sweet spot.
Ann clutched my shoulders and moaned, throwing her head back into the pillow as I ate her out. After a minute, she lowered her legs and wrapped them around my head, pushing my face hard against her cunt so that the lovely scent of her womanhood intoxicated me. The more Ann pressed my face against her crotch, the harder I licked, which would only cause her to tighten her thighs around my head, and so the cycle continued. Ann's moans turned into cries and then into screams as she came for the first time that night, her juices flooding my mouth. My wife was really turned on and into it already, and we had hardly begun! Everything was going even better than expected.
Ann was nearly crushing my head with her thighs as her climax ripped through her, that sexy body going rigid while uncontrollable moans poured out of that pretty mouth. Finally, once Ann's orgasm subsided a bit, she relaxed her legs enough for me to pull back and allow me the chance to wipe her wetness off my beard and get some fresh air. When I looked down at my wife, already she was sweating and heaving like she had just finished an intense workout, so I reminded her that there was much yet to come. Still catching her breath, Ann laughed and insisted she couldn't wait for more.
At that point, I turned back to Patrick for the first time. As bad as I wanted to stick my dick in my wife right there, I knew our third person had waited very patiently for his turn and was plenty ready. Beside, I still had plans for Ann to suck me a little more, and she had informed me early on in our relationship that her mouth was off limits once I went inside her pussy. For now, I got off the bed and watched as someone I hardly knew took my place with my wife who was wearing nothing but shoes, jewelry and sweat.
All the way up to this moment, I wasn't sure how I would feel about another man taking a run with my wife. Ann, sensitive to this concern, never took her eyes off me even as Patrick knelt in front of her, even as she lifted and spread her own legs for this man just like she had for me moments earlier. Patrick had disrobed on his way to the bed and finished by taking his shirt off as he stared down at those ample boobs, flat stomach and shaven pussy. I knew full well that he was in for a treat.
Patrick had been very emphatic that he would respect our boundaries, and I have to say he was a man of his word. I was actually fully expecting - maybe hoping? - he would succumb to temptation and plant his penis right into Ann right then and there while those irresistible high-heel-clad legs reached for the ceiling, but Pat did just as we agreed and leaned forward, putting his face right where mine had been just a minute before.
For most of my marriage, the thought of another man with my wife would have broken my heart. In this moment, I was surprised at how exciting it was to simply watch on as the hottest girl I knew received sexual pleasure. Patrick slid his hands underneath Ann's sexy ass and pressed his mouth against my wife's sacred opening, sliding his tongue where only mine had been for at least the last four years.
If I thought I couldn't stand the sight of my precious spouse's being sexually treated by another man, obviously I would not have suggested this event in the first place. What I didn't expect was to be entirely turned on by it without reservation. As my pretty wife gripped the comforter on either side of her and wrapped her legs around this man's head, I was delirious with lust. There was not an iota of discomfort or jealousy. I guess, after all, Ann and I were so secure in our trust in and faithfulness to each other that inviting another man to even fuck her was simply another means of bringing enjoyment to each other as spouses.
Patrick was really going to town on Ann, too. His hands beneath Ann pushed her pussy up to his mouth, while Ann's legs pinned Patrick's head in her erotic trap. As Patrick munched on my wife's twat, Ann whined and moaned, taking her eyes off me only because she had closed them to relish in the pleasure of two men's taking turns to eat her delicious pussy.
Meanwhile, I couldn't help but beat off a little. Although nothing was more fun than having sex with Ann, I had done her literally hundreds of times. I had never, however, been able to just watch her have sex, and, boy, was it a treat. Seeing the entirety of her body writhe with pleasure and that dark Italian skin glisten with sweat while her arousing legs wrapped around Patrick's head and crossed at her ankles, the silver anklet shining in the light, just like the polish on her toenails that were exposed through the front of her shoes - taking all of it in was hotter than anything I could have anticipated.
I was kind of caught in a trance for a moment as I watched this near stranger eat out my precious wife all the way until Ann reached her second orgasm of the night, moaning through each wave of pleasure that crashed through her body. As she came, she clutched the comforter beneath her and closed her eyes again as she enjoyed two men's taking turns to bring her to oral bliss. As the orgasm still raked through Ann, Patrick politely pulled away, not wanting to overstay his welcome. As soon as Ann opened her eyes, Patrick looked to me and asked, "Can I fuck her?"
A year ago, such a question would have been mad. No one else could touch the love of my life! However, now that the moment had arrived, a culmination of quite a wild ride, Ann and I were both in agreement to let the poor bastard take a run with the hot, young woman in what was essentially the second phase of living out this decadent fantasy.
"Go for it," I barely managed in response, not because I was conflicted but because I was in disbelief. Without much of a reaction, Ann dutifully crawled to her hands and knees, pointing her ass toward Patrick and awaiting his move. At this point, I stood up and stepped closer, choosing to watch for just a minute or two before jumping headlong into our wicked plan.
Patrick joined my wife on the bed, kneeling behind her and placing one hand on her back as the other held his cock in place, which he guided toward Ann's prized opening. I watched, not helplessly but in full control, as this man I barely knew slowly pushed into my wife from behind. For the first time in more than five years, someone other than me had his dick inside Ann.
"Fuck!" Patrick yelled as he buried himself inside Ann. "Your wife is so hot!" Ann smiled, curling her fingers into the bed as Patrick began to pump back and forth in and out of her. I just observed, stroking myself a bit as the sexiest pornstar I had ever seen took a hard dick just for me. Her hair and boobs rocked back and forth as she was pushed forward and back by Patrick's thrusts, her eyes on me and a smile on her face the whole time.
After a minute or two, I joined them on the bed and stationed myself in front of Ann, watching head-on as Patrick steadily pounded my wife's pussy. Ann flashed a sexy grin and said, "Do you like seeing me get pounded like this?" I simply nodded in the affirmative and then held out my cock. "Do you want me fucked at both ends?" she added in her sexy voice. Again I nodded, still unable to articulate words. Ann then opened her mouth as she took my prick in one hand, holding herself up with just the other one now as she bobbed forward into me from the pumps she was taking behind her. Her necklace flew out and rattled below her chin as her hair brushed against my stomach while I stayed still to allow Ann to line my cock up with her mouth.
Remaining still, I moaned as Ann's lips began to slide up and down my shaft while her body rocked back and forth as she was caught in between Patrick and me, penetrated at either end while we split-roasted her on that hotel bed. Patrick continued to slam Ann from behind for a couple minutes while I enjoyed the view of my wife's blowing me as she got fucked in her pussy. After a moment, Ann pulled her mouth away from me, keeping her hand on my penis and stroking it but now looking over her shoulder as she started to push back on the near-stranger's cock, indicating for him to stop doing the work. Once Patrick stayed still, Ann looked back and me and returned my prick to her warm, wet mouth, this time putting both hands on the mattress and sliding her sexy body back and forth between us like a slinky.
Patrick was holding the heels of Ann's shoes and I was running my hands through that gorgeous, straight hair as my wife took turns burying our cocks, mine in her mouth, Patrick's in her cunt and then on and on for several minutes until she came for the third time that night, moaning around my cock and finally going still as her body trembled slightly from another climax. I was on the verge of cumming as well at that point, and I can imagine Patrick wasn't far behind. If we were going to succeed in completing the main event, I needed to finally speak up, because I knew Ann and Patrick were awaiting my cue.
"Ready for DP?" I asked. I wanted to say something hotter than that, but I froze from a mix of nerves and excitement. In response, Ann, who was always better than I at dirty talk, pulled away from my cock, looked up at me with those deep brown eyes and said in a low voice, "Do you want to sandwich your wife, honey?"
"Don't make cum before we do, babe!" I said. I cannot overstate how I couldn't believe what was happening was real life. I nearly pinched myself. Next thing I knew, the three of us were rearranging on the bed, I first on my back as Ann was liberally lubing up my cock and her pussy. We didn't normally use a ton of lubrication for genital sex, but we had gotten a tip online to lube both holes when preparing for double penetration. Next, Ann mounted me, sliding her vagina onto my cock, which was finally home, as her knees rested down on either side of my legs. Then Patrick shuffled in behind as we prepared to double-penetrate Ann.
"Drill me in both holes," Ann whispered. I almost wanted her to stop saying such sexy things. Almost. I was going to cum too soon if we weren't careful! Ann and I kissed as she gently rotated her hips, grinding on me until Patrick, with the help of a whole lot of lubrication, very, very slowly pushed his prick into my wife's ass. A quick, sharp moan escaped Ann's throat as my wife was penetrated in the ass by another man, and then she lay her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck while I rubbed her back to help soothe any discomfort.
The sensations I experienced next were indescribable. Formerly, I would have thought being close to another man during sex and especially feeling the pressure of another penis in such close proximity would have been very unnerving for a heterosexual male like myself. However, feeling Patrick's dick push in beside mine, separated by only the membrane that defined the asshole and pussy, tightening my wife's already tight cunt around my member - not to mention just the thought that my hot wife was getting double-stuffed like her sexiness required - was without a doubt the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Years of fantasy were being fulfilled in one amazing moment. All of it was driven by lust for my incredible wife.
"Oh Ann!" I cried out, shifting upward, driving my manhood as deep inside my wife's temple as possible.
"Holy shit!" Patrick yelled. "You're a fucking goddess!" he praised. "So damn tight." Ann lifted her head, her eyes and smile wild with delight, indicating how sexy she felt in that moment despite her undoubted discomfort. She quickly pushed her hair out of her face with one hand and then held herself up between the two male bodies that double-penetrated her, her ample breasts hovering over my face. Then she looked down at me with longing eyes and smiled sweetly at me.
"How good does it feel to sandwich your wife?" she whispered before leaning in for a kiss. After kissing Ann, all while an unfamiliar man remained still in her ass, I groaned and could barely manage any reply to her other than it felt unbelievable. Indeed it did, especially how tight her pussy was!
For the first moment, the three of us stayed almost perfectly still, partially out of concern for Ann's comfort and also because not one of us really knew what the hell to do. Plus, it was such a surreal moment that I think we were all just kind of lost in it. Finally, I snapped to it, knowing Patrick wasn't going to make the first move out of respect, and Ann was caught helplessly in the middle of this sex sandwich, completely at our mercy. At last, I pulled back, relieving the pressure inside Ann for just a moment before pushing back in, that tight cunt welcoming me back in. As I thrust in, Patrick knew enough to pull back, allowing me a smoother entrance. Patrick and I practiced that motion a few times, very slowly and somewhat clumsily at my poor wife's expense until we started to get the hang of it.
Ann yelped a couple times and burrowed her head into my neck in those first couple moments, concerning me initially. We were in too deep to reconsider now, though. Fortunately, once Patrick and I established smoother transitions in and out of my wife, she relaxed noticeably as we screwed her slowly and deliberately until it was clear she had nicely adjusted to her situation. I could feel her shoulders become less tense as I clung to them and eased my cock gently back and forth into her well-lubricated pussy while Patrick had a firm grip of my wife's hips while taking turns with me thrusting into the sexy Italian woman.
Still breathing heavily, Ann lifted her head up from my neck, greeting me with a delightful, wide smile, her body and hair slowly rocking back and forth as two men alternated pushing into her body at the other end. My wife and I kissed again, enveloped in passion and pleasure as we dove as deep into depravity as the boundaries of our healthy marriage allowed.
In the midst of making out, Ann, amid deep breaths, gave us permission to go faster. At this point, I realized that she was actually grinding against us as we carefully prodded her ass and pussy. Much to my enjoyment, my hot wife was truly enjoying the double penetration, discomfort or not!
Ann needed not say another word. The words had barely passed her lips before I began to push harder and faster into that goldmine of a body, all while still clinging to Ann's shoulders as our tongues fought in each other's mouths. It took a second for Patrick to get back into the swing of sawing in and out of my wife, but he soon was also plundering Ann's ass with the same speed and intensity with which I was filling her twat. As we double-fucked her faster, Ann started to tense up again, but it was different from before. This time it was from arousal, not pain.
In no time, Patrick and I were steadily pumping in and out of both of Ann's holes, filling the sexy woman to capacity as she rocked and writhed between us. After a few minutes of kissing me, Ann pulled away, arching her back as she held herself in between Patrick's and my thrusting bodies while we men held tightly to our shared sandwich meat. Ann closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to moan loudly, her hands now on my shoulders, her hair falling in her face while her boobs jiggled in my clear view. Turned on all the more, I started to nail my wife even harder, which made her cry out louder and forced Patrick to keep up with me as he fucked Ann anally.
Keeping up my pace, I raised my head to take one of Ann's boobs into my mouth and suck on her tit, which I knew would drive her wild. Surely enough, she moaned distinctly as my tongue and lips played with one of her nipples and then moved to the other one. "Oooh! Don't stop!" she cried. "Both of you. Oh gosh! Keep going!" She didn't need to worry - Patrick and I had no intentions of slowing down just yet.
Between licking and sucking my wife's boobs, I praised her, encouraging her in such a bold and daring endeavor as this threesome, let alone the double penetration. "You're so damn hot, Ann!" I moaned, my breath now ragged as well while sweat formed all over me, mingling with the dampness that already coated my wife. "You take two cocks so well! You were made for this!" Ann smiled, her eyes still closed as she took the steady pounding of two pulsing members in both of her holes. By now, Patrick and I were sawing in and out of her like two pistons. The scent of her pussy emanated to mingle with that of our sweat and fill the air while the sound of grunts, groans and moans joined that of the creaking mattress and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh and Ann's juicy holes.
In and out, back and forth, two cocks fought for space inside Ann's tight, hot body, her holes paradoxically getting stretched and yet made so tight as we men gave my wife the ravishing her sexiness had always required. Eventually, I could tell Ann was trying to bring herself to orgasm, which would have been an incredible bonus for her first double penetration. Alas, through her tensing and grinding, she was unable to get to that point.
"Fuck!" Ann cursed, exasperated. "I was so close." I was pretty close myself, actually, but I wasn't quite ready for this unreal experience to end. It was then that I suggested a change of positions.
"You do tend to cum harder on your back," I said after making the proposal. In agreement, three sweat-soaked bodies separated for just a moment and reconfigured on a bed that I doubt had ever supported a raunchier activity. Patrick lay on his back, and Ann, her eyes on me the whole time, mounted him with her ass, her heaving chest facing out toward me as she squatted over Patrick's cock and slowly welcomed it back into her asshole. This time, she let out only a small yelp as the third-wheel's penis pierced her body. Ann was breathing heavily again as I approached them. Once I dropped to my knees in front of them, Ann grinned and lifted her legs up, spreading them wide and giving me a lovely view of her open pussy and stuffed anus. The fact that she was wearing nothing but high heels and a couple pieces of jewelry added to the breathtaking spectacle.
I sort of expected Ann to come up with another erotic quip for this moment, but she was already pretty wiped out by now. Her smile said all I needed anyway, so I slid into the mix, resting Ann's legs on my thighs as I used one hand to balance myself on her boob and the other to guide my cock back inside my wife's tight, tight love canal. All three of us moaned, Ann the loudest, as I sank deep inside my wife until both Patrick and I were balls-deep inside the love of my life once again.
This position took a little more adjusting. Everyone breathed heavily and grunted a bit as we all kind of writhed there and attempted to find the most comfortable setup. Ann and I exchanged a few kisses as we all got settled, eventually with Patrick flat on his back and Ann lying parallel to him with his chin on her right shoulder, his cock still buried in her ass, of course. Patrick took the liberty at this point to clutch Ann's boobs, and suddenly I felt his cock's sliding up and down the hole adjacent to the one I was filling. Again, the feeling of another cock in the cavity right next to where my manhood was turned out to be more thrilling and less of a turn-off than I ever imagined - not in a homoerotic way but simply because it was my wife that was the sexy shared piece in this threesome.
With Ann's legs curled around my waist, I put my hands on her hips and took Patrick's lead, pumping into my wife's pussy, slowly at first, as the near-stranger did the same in her ass. Almost immediately, we picked up our pace, synchronizing inside Ann surprisingly quickly as our cocks plunged in and out of her amazing holes. That shy, wicked smile crept across Ann's face again, and her eyes rolled back into her head and fluttered shut while she took the steady double penetration even better than I had imagined she would. Patrick had hit the nail right on the head: I was married to a goddess.
As Patrick and I thrust in and out of my wife, I was still trying to get solid footing. It didn't help that both Ann and I were slick with sweat, not giving me a lot of traction, and from this angle I was almost slightly unnerved. I decided that if I used one of my legs to step over Ann's thigh, it would give me more support to drive deeper into my wife. For just a second, I pulled out, just long enough for Ann to let out a startled moan. Instantly, I stepped over her right leg, so that her thigh was now wedged between mine and Patrick's, and in one motion slid my rock hard penis back into my wife's tight, wet pussy. Ann opened her mouth and laughed as she watched me slightly rearrange ourselves and then go right back to hammering her in unison with Patrick underneath, who never ceased to ram Ann's ass even while I was reconfiguring atop them.
Now that I was leaning farther over my wife, Patrick slid his hands down to Ann's hips, allowing me to steady myself with one hand on Ann's right boob, my other hand holding onto the headboard as I gazed down at my unbelievably sexy wife, who was moaning and giggling as she steadily took the two cocks that plunged in and out of her. The sensations were overwhelming, the reality that my own wife was being double-penetrated combining with the intense heat that caused her body to be covered in sweat and gleam in the dim light, the steady slapping of male flesh on female flesh while the bed creaked beneath us. I almost forgot to breathe as I took it all in while focusing on giving my goddess wife the fucking she needed and deserved.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you how long Patrick and I double-teamed Ann in that position. Paradoxically, it felt like a heavenly eternity but also far too short. It could have been 20 minutes or just a couple. Time stood still in our world as my eyes moved back and forth between watching two cocks slide in and out of my wife and meeting her eye line as she writhed between two bodies in this devilish sex sandwich. The panting and moaning of three individuals filled my ear along with all the other sounds generated by our sex, making me feel wonderfully lost in our little world of depravity on that hotel bed in the heart of our hometown.
In between some kissing, Ann said, "I wanna cum." I wasn't sure what was stopping her, but it turns out that Patrick's thrust into her ass were making it difficult for Ann to climax, since she wasn't accustomed to double penetration. She needed him to stop, but in exchange, she offered him the opportunity to finish in her ass while giving me the choice to temporarily pull out or to stay still inside her while our friend ran his course. I chose the latter, remaining motionless as this unfamiliar man gave full vent to his lust by railing my wife's ass as hard and fast as he could. I couldn't help but move a little bit inside of Ann's pussy, gently making love to her while I felt her cunt tightening so indescribably as that other cock drove in and out of Ann's ass.
Ann, on the other hand, didn't enjoy getting her ass fucked hard as much as I enjoyed watching it, admittedly. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, being a good sport about it but clearly experiencing some pain. All I could think to do to comfort her was kiss her, and so we made out while Patrick cursed, held on tightly to Ann's hips and plowed her ass as he had license until, at last, he moaned loudly and came inside my wife's ass.
"Say my name!" Ann burst, breaking away from our kiss. I was taken a back, a bit confused, but Patrick was on the ball.
"Ann!" he shouted as he came inside my wife's ass. "Fuck! Oh, Ann!"
"Yes, say my name as you cum in my ass!" I could hardly believe it was my wife I was hearing! Ann's eyes directed up toward me and my wife smiled at me as our new friend called out her name amid his orgasm. It was as if she owned him now.
Patrick came to a stop and caught his breath as his cum filled the condom and began to leak out, giving Ann a creampie in her ass. As soon as Patrick went still, Ann begged me to make her cum, so I went to work with all the motivation I needed. The other man didn't have to ask if he needed to leave because he was trapped underneath Ann and me as I made love to my wife's pussy all while Patrick remained lodged in her ass. For the next few minutes, Patrick served as little more than a human butt plug while Ann and I kissed and groped each other and made passionate love on top of him.
My long, hard dick pounded Ann's pussy, which was still exceptionally tight, thanks to Patrick's cock, still quite hard in my wife's ass. I pumped in and out of Ann, not incredibly hard but firmly, just the way she likes it. My mouth took turns between Ann's mouth and her tits, and we all but forgot about the other man who was right there with us. Ann's left leg, the one that wasn't pinned down by mine, first kicked straight out, that sexy high heel pointing to the ceiling, and eventually began to curl back toward me until it was wrapped around my waist. At last, I could feel Ann begin to tense up, preparing for orgasm for the fourth time tonight. The heel of her shoe was now poking into my back, my wife's nails digging into my shoulder blades as her breath got more and more labored.
"Keep going," Ann said between breaths. "Keep going. Make me cum on your cock. Make me cum on your cock while this cock's in my ass!" I did just as she asked, pushing her over the edge, evidenced by her howl and her shaking body. Her climax lasted a good minute, and I made sure to give her a few well-timed thrusts into her throughout it, each of which made her moan and twitch again as her body still rocked with her orgasm.
Finally, as her cumming subsided, Ann offered in her sexy tone, "Do you want to cum on my face?" I can remember two times before this night that Ann let me give her a facial. She really preferred my seed on her tits, but as if the threesome wasn't enough of a birthday present for me, she wanted it to be perfect in my estimation. Without saying a word, I pulled out, more than ready to cum, and allowed Patrick just enough time to get out from under Ann. Once Ann was lying on her back as Patrick got out of the bed, I straddled over my wife's stomach and pointed my cock right at the goddess's face.
Within a few seconds, I was cumming, bringing the wildest night of my life to fitting climax as several hard spurts of semen erupted from my prick and painted my wife's pretty face from top to bottom. I tried my best to avoid her eyes, with mixed results. By the time I was done, I had sufficiently covered Ann's forehead, chin, mouth and right cheek, with a bit of my man juice everywhere else too, including her hair. I had been certain to save up a particularly large load for her, and all the arousal from tonight had helped my balls produce on top of what had already been building up.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I collapsed next to my wife while my cum dripped down the contours of her face. Ann just grinned and laughed, utterly relaxed as well, though no doubt feeling some soreness as she had just taken the most intense fucking of her life.
"Fuck is right," Patrick interjected. In that moment, I had all but forgotten he was there! "Thanks for letting me be a part of that!" With little else to contribute, Patrick gathered his things, got dressed and asked us to let him know when we were up for a threesome again. I told him I would reach out to him in the future, and then he went on his way. It was after he left that Ann finally sat up, my cum now streaming down to her neck and even down to her boobs as she smiled from ear to ear.
"How was it?" I asked her.
"Intense," she said, "but in a good way. A little uncomfortable at times but very fun. I would probably do it again sometime, but not right away."
"Good enough for me," I said.
"And you?" she asked. "Did you have fun?"
I laughed. "Hell yes," I said. "You were so sexy. I had no idea you could handle two cocks so well."
"Oh, I'm sure I could handle more," she said with a grin and then strutted off to the bathroom to clean up.
Since then, I have been in awe of Ann, and I have to say I feel an even deeper love and trust for her. We don't expect that night to be a one-time occurrence either. We've already begun to think of plans for perhaps later this summer and have had a couple new ideas to make it even more interesting. The new excitement has made our relrelationship, strong as it was, better than ever.