Lisa and Me and...

The DVD was progressing quickly and was now at the same point where I'd opened my eyes only days earlier, the girl was naked now and blowing several of the guys. I could tell that Eric was a little unsure of what to do, to be honest, so was I. We were all traveling in the same vehicle, except only the driver knew where it was going and neither Eric nor I was behind the wheel.

The movie continued on for several minutes with no significant changes in our actions. I kept stroking my wife's legs and she kept massaging my thigh, Eric kept quiet in the corner and watched the movie intently. It seemed as if he was purposely trying to keep himself from looking at what we were doing. That's when Lisa made her move. She slid her hand up my leg and along my penis until she reached my waistband. Undoing my belt and button she plunged her hand into my pants and began stroking my cock. With her hand in my pants she didn't have much room, but she was still able to do enough. Taking this as my cue to elevate to the same level as her I put my hand under her tank top and began caressing her breasts. Although she's not usually into having her breasts played with, she says it doesn't do much for her, she let out a low groan. Her left hand, which until now and simply lay resting on the couch moved between her legs, pushing the shorts aside and began to play with clit. Taking a chance, I unzipped my pants, giving her more room. Her hand quickly maneuvered my dick out of my pants and was slowly stroking it in no time.

I reached down with my left hand and pushed her fingers aside, taking full control of her clit and knew we were passing a mark where there was virtually no chance of turning back. Her hand moved to the side and sought out and found Eric's penis. Neither of us had noticed him pull it out, just as neither of us had noticed that he was no longer watching the movie, but was watching us. We sat like that for what seemed like forever, but was in reality only a few seconds. My wife playing with both me and our long time friend while I played with her soaking wet pussy.

Breaking the moment, Lisa stood up and pushed down her shorts and nearly ripped her top off as she pulled it over her head. With a grin that was pure evil she knelt down on her knees, not in front of me, but in front of Eric. Taking his penis she stroked it a couple of times while looking at me, then looked up directly into Eric's eyes and took his cock into her mouth. Lisa can't deep throat, but she still gives a mean sucking. Eric's cock was roughly the same size as mine, just about seven inches long, his however, was thicker. I stood and moved the coffee table out of our way, figuring that we were about to be making extensive use of the floor. Moving behind Lisa I could see one of her hands franticly rubbing at her vagina. After stripping down I knelt behind her and put my penis at the entrance to her womanhood and gently pressed it inside of her. A low moan emerged from her lips, but they did not separate from Eric's meat as I sawed into her. The back and forth motion jerked her around between the two of us and I could tell Eric was enjoying fucking her face. He reached forward with his hand and started stroking her hair and gently guiding her through the motion. Jerking her head back she looked up at him and then back at me and spoke words that no man ever thinks his wife will ever speak, but I think most men privately yearn for.

"Look you two, if we're going to do this right. I'm not anyone's wife tonight. I'm not a good girl. I'm here to get FUCKED by two guys. I want it rough, I want to be treated like a slut. If that's too much to ask from you guys, then maybe I'll have to drive over to the local porn shop and find a couple of real men who are willing to really FUCK a whore."

And that changed everything. Eric and I looked each other in the eye and silently we knew the other indeed was ready and knew how to "FUCK a whore." As I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and believe me it was indeed now a cunt, not a vagina, Eric's hands grabbed her by the hair on the sides of her head and twisted her head towards his dick. Pushing and pulling aggressively he fucked her mouth over his shaft at an incredible pace. For my part, I shoved her legs wider and got myself up onto one knee. Spitting onto her asshole I pushed my cock into her for all I was worth.

All sorts of sounds were escaping the whore that was my wife now. She was groaning and screaming through the cock in her mouth. Looking around I could see tons of saliva escaping her mouth and dripping onto Eric's balls. In the midst of my rampant fucking of my wife's ass I felt a tickle on my sack and when I looked down was floored by what I saw. Lisa had gotten a hold of one of the carrots she'd been eating, the bowl was on the ground by the couch, and was fucking her hole with it.

I looked up at Eric and commented, "This cunt's fucking herself with a carrot! I think she needs more than we're giving her right now."

"Bitch!" he yelled, grabbing her by the back of her head and pulling her face up to look at his. "Did we say you should stick that shit in there? Get up on this!" With that he grabbed his penis and started slapping her in the face with it.

I pulled out of her ass as she lifted up and started to sit down onto his dick. Spinning her around he commented how he wanted to feel it in her ass. As she lowered herself onto him she shut her eyes in obvious bliss. Her butthole was so stretched by now that she was able to take him in with little trouble. Although he was wider than me she was much more accustomed to opening up her asshole now. Moving forward and placing my left knee on the couch, I thought about how odd it felt to be touching another man during sex when my leg touched Eric's. In one smooth motion I plunged my cock into Lisa's pussy and she screamed and came almost instantly as I started moving in and out of her.

We kept fucking Lisa in this position for several minutes, she orgasmed a number of times, i really wasn't focused on how she was doing to be honest. I was quickly approaching orgasm and knew that I'd have to stop for a second if I wanted to prolong the experience. I stood back up and grabbed my wife by the neck. She had a strange look in her eyes, one of fear, lust and pleasure. She moved with my hand as I guided her by the throat to the coffee table that I'd moved out of the way. Clearing it off I forced her to lie down on it and grabbed an empty beer bottle. Turning to Eric I handed him the bottle and asked him if he'd like the honor.

"Don't mind if I Do," he replied. Taking the bottle from me he moved between her spread eagle legs and inserted the neck of the bottle into her stretched cunt. I moved to her head, which was hanging lewdly off the edge of the table, and shoved my dick into her mouth, proceeding to face fuck her. As I again approached my orgasm I decided I wasn't going to delay this time, but that I did want to push the limits of the evening just a little further.

"Take it, you slut," I growled as I pushed the head of my dick past her mouth and into her throat. Lisa started to gaga at first but quickly settled in. I was now fucking all seven inches of my penis into my wife's mouth while Eric fucked her with not just the neck of the bottle, but the whole thing now.

When I came the first spurt went straight down her throat, but as I had days earlier, I pulled out my penis and dropped what had to be the largest load of my life onto her face. Only after I'd come did I notice that she was actually vocalizing still and screaming out in pleasure as Eric fucked her with the bottle. All of a sudden Eric plunged his cock deep into her ass and started to fuck her violently. She continued to orgasm as he did this, screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs until she simply stopped. Panting she laid her head back and appeared to either simply pass out from exhaustion. Eric continued fucking her until he got up, walked himself over to her head and came all over her face as well.

"You seemed into that part so I thought I'd add a little bit," he said with a grin.

Smiling I nodded knowingly. We sat down and fell asleep there in the recliners, leaving Lisa splayed out on the coffee table with cum covering her face and the beer bottle completely shoved u into her womb.

Part 2 - Turkey Day and Beyond

I woke up several hours later to the sound of grunting. My wife was on the table, she'd been flipped over onto her stomach, Eric was behind her pumping away into her abused ass. Lisa was letting out small whimpering noises of pain and pleasure. I could still see dried cum caked on her beautiful face. I couldn't help but watch the action and be turned on by what I saw. Eric was going at it as if this were some Tijuana hooker, grunting and pushing for all he was worth. Lisa was lying limply on the table, arms hanging down to the sides, breasts smashed up against the wood, her knees just barely failed to reach the ground and her legs were spread behind her.

It was unclear how long Eric had been going at her like this, but he came shortly after I woke up, pulling out and spraying all over her back. I don't know if she orgasmed, but I'm not sure any of us cared. Walking up by her head he grabbed a fistful of hair and wiped his cock off with it. I didn't really see any shit on it, but I knew from my experience that it probably smelled terrible and had a light glaze of crap. Without saying a word he just walked to the guest bedroom and left the two of us there alone.

Lisa began to push herself up, I stood and reached over to help her. Taking her by the arm I guided her back to our bedroom and to the shower. Once she was inside and the water was on she seemed to relax every muscle in her body. With a fatigued look and only half open eyes she looked at me, "Can you help me get this out?"

Look down I realized I'd completely forgotten about the bottle that we'd stuck in her vagina earlier. Bending down I could see it was indeed still inside of her. Her lips hadn't completely closed around it and sat grotesquely open with brown glass peaking out between them. Peeling back the lips of her pussy I gently spread her open to make room for the bottle to come back out. Slowly it slid down until I was able to get a good grip on it and pull it out. I noted quietly to myself that there was a small amount of liquid at the bottom of the bottle, I wondered whether we'd used a beer that wasn't quite empty or if the bottle had simply been collecting lisa's liquids.

Feeling guilty and more than just a little loving, I gently washed my wife for her. Taking extra care around her sensitive areas and occasionally planting kisses on her body. Both her pussy and asshole were red and I could tell they were slightly distended from the night's abuses. After we were done we hugged and shared a passionate kiss. Looking down at the erection that I had been sporting since I woke up, my wife remarked, "We'd better take care of that or you'll never get to sleep."

Kneeling she took the head of my dick into her mouth and started to push more and more of it into her throat. I marveled over the change that one night, one fantasy could bring over a person. Here was my wife, who in the five years I'd known her had never deep throated and had replied negatively the only time I'd asked about it, going down for all she was worth and taking my meat into her throat without any coaxing.

While she may have been new to the technique, giving head was one of my wife's specialties and it wasn't long before I started to shoot stream after stream of whit jizz down her throat. She kept me in her mouth for about twenty seconds afterwards, gently caressing my penis with her tongue and slurping on it. Finally she pulled away from my dick and stood up. After toweling off we went to bed and almost instantly both of us fell into a deep slumber.

Turkey day went by quickly. We all woke up late, Eric beat us out to the living room and was watching television when we got up and out there. We all sat around in different chairs kind of silently for the first few moments. Eric looked extremely embarrassed and was the first to break the ice.

"Look, I just want to...well...apologize for last night. I'm so sorry about the way I acted and the things I did to you, Lisa. You've got to believe that I've never acted like that before or done things like that. If you guys like I can just go stay with some other friends or even at a hotel for the rest of the weekend."

"We wouldn't think of it," replied Lisa. "And as for the apology, that's very nice, but you don't really need to apologize. It was fun for me too; I think we all enjoyed it. I knew what I was asking for, I didn't think about some of the things you guys were going to do, but they were all good and I have to say were pretty damn hot. I don't want you to feel bad or awkward about this, OK? This goes for you too, Jack. We all got something we wanted last night, we all enjoyed it and hopefully we can all be adult about it and realize that this has nothing to do with our friendship. Last night was just three friends enjoying each other."

She smiled as she talked and maintained an even tone. Lisa had always been a strong woman, which is partly why last night was so surprising. While I wouldn't say that she was dominant in her day to day life, she was very outspoken and fiercely independent. She almost never had any problems voicing her opinions or letting people know what she wanted. She wasn't tactless about things, she was simply a strong personality. That personality was now exerting its force to maintain our relationship with our long time friend, with each other and keep a level of normalcy in our lives.

From here the day continued just like any other Thanksgiving. Eric joined his family for a pleasant meal and conversation. We visited both of our families, eating two turkey dinners. I enjoyed the football games while Lisa played cards, helped cook and aided in the supervision of the nieces and nephews. It was normal. No one would have guessed that only twelve hours ago Lisa was getting double fucked with a beer bottle shoved inside of her. For my part, I hardly thought about the events of the previous evening.

That night we arrived home and Eric was already on the couch watching TV. We'd given him a set of keys as soon as he arrived so that he could come and go as he pleased during the weekend. We all sat around, me on one side of the couch, Eric on another and Lisa in the chair closest to me, and talked about how the day went. The normal Thanksgiving programming flickered on the television and we all watched the contentedly as we chit chatted. It seemed as if we purposely stayed clear of sexual conversations as if to demonstrate to ourselves that it was still possible for the three of us to be friends and do things that normal friends do without ripping off each other's clothes or getting jealous or worse. Relived wouldn't begin to cover the way I felt about things. One of the few thoughts that had trickled through my mind as the day had gone on was how things would be when we got home.

When we went to bed, Lisa and I snuggled close together in the center of the bed. At virtually the same moment we both said, "I love you," and exploded into a fit of giggles, tickling and kisses. As we drifted off to sleep stayed together in the center of the bed. I could feel the warmth of her skin pressed up against mine and luxuriated in the feeling of oneness with my wife. It became clear at that moment, no matter what had happened, no matter what was going to happen, things between us were good and always would be.

I woke up the next morning rolled onto my side facing the nightstand, it's my normal sleeping position and I'd switched to it at some point during the night without knowing it. Sitting up I looked to my left and found the other side of the bed to be empty. From the kitchen I could hear the sounds of sizzling and the clinking glass, the pleasant smell of breakfast wafted through the air. Pulling on my boxers, I sleep in the nude, as does my wife, I strolled out into the hallway. A brief though flashed through my mind, should I pull on more clothes? Eric was in the house and it did seem kind of funny to be walking around in front of someone else only in my underwear. In the end I decided I was being silly, Eric and I had gone to school together, spent countless hours in locker rooms, stayed the night at each other's house and done a great number of other activities where we'd seen each other in at least our underwear. Now, more than ever before, modesty seemed like a silly notion.

Eric stumbled sleepily from the spare room and followed me down the hall. Upon entering the kitchen I found that my wife had embraced much the same idea as I had, wearing only high heels and an apron, she was a dream to behold. It was the ultimate male fantasy. Before us was a gorgeous woman, firm abs, toned body, perky c cup breasts, shoulder length brunette hair and completely hairless from the neck down cooking breakfast naked in heels. We were stunned. I don't think that either Eric or myself expected anything else to happen this weekend, this sudden fantasy capturing moment was possibly more than one man deserved, let alone two.

Turning and greeting us, Lisa smiled and picked up two plates containing a full breakfast; eggs, pancakes, bacon and toast. She motioned for us to sit as she placed the plates on the bar.

"Now as long as there are no complaints, the way I see it, we have around three days left in the weekend. I think I'd like to establish a couple ground rules before we go any further, but I for one wouldn't mind spending the entire weekend letting out fulfilling some pent up needs. Is that OK with the two of you?"

We both nodded, staring, nearly drooling, at her nipples poking violently through the thin fabric of the apron.

"Good," she stated, continuing on as if she were in a power suit and negotiating a multi-million dollar business deal. "To start with, the same rule that applied Wednesday night, applies for the rest of the weekend. I'm a slut here to get fucked. I expect you to be grown men about the situation and do what's appropriate. The only restrictions I'd like in place are that there will be no actual injuring me. Spanking is fine, maybe even some slapping, but I don't want a single bruise or cut. I don't want any visible marks. I should be able to go to work on Monday as if nothing out of the ordinary happened this weekend. Finally, I want to make sure that the three of us can do this without screwing things up. Eric, you don't have a free pass to fuck me whenever you see me. Jack, you don't have the right to whore me out to Eric or anyone else whenever you feel like it. You guys may plan the details, but I want to make this very clear, I am in charge."

Looking back and forth between Lisa and Eric, I spoke up first, "I can live with that."

"Me too," chimed Eric.

"Well then boys, from now until Eric boards that plan on Sunday night, I'm yours."

Smiling deviously at each other, Eric and I were like two fourteen-year-olds told that they'd have one hour to themselves in a porn shop. "Why don't you fix us some coffee, get a plate of something to eat yourself and then relax and watch some TV in the bedroom while we discuss some things," I said to my new slut.

Obediently she nodded and proceeded to do exactly as I'd told her. After she'd left the room Eric and I both let out long sighs and couldn't help but count our blessings. We quickly fell into talking about the things that we'd always wanted to do with women but never found the "right woman" to do them with. Fantasies and things that we'd never talked about with anyone, let alone our significant others. After going through Wednesday night together, we felt a new bond in our relationship, there were no taboos, nothing that we couldn't discuss, no matter how dirty and depraved.