Hubby-Wife Date Night

I'd been looking forward to Friday night for days. Ben was able to get off work a bit early, and together we had prepared a light meal of roasted chicken breast and salad. By seven o'clock, we'd settled in for the evening.

Sometimes we went out for our date nights, while others we cooked dinner in, and like that evening, rented a few adult movies to set the mood.

The strangest thing is that -- believe it or not -- I've become an aficionado of porn. I know how that must sound, but over the years I've seen a good number of erotic movies. They range from things that Ben's borrowed from friends to flicks he's downloaded from the web, but mostly DVDs from a local video store that's ramped up their adult selection.

Probably half of it I find totally disgusting; no use for it at all. Extreme male fantasies on film, with absolutely no thought of the female viewers. Over time, though, and especially since the local video store opened their "back room," we've found several video series that are not only geared toward couples, but are actually smoking red hot. They may have a little extra story and a bit more romance, but I have to say that they definitely push my buttons -- which means that Ben certainly isn't complaining about watching them.

On that particular night, we'd picked up a few new titles at the video store, and things were heating up. The wine that we'd had with dinner had relaxed us both, and in fact, I'd poured another glass for each of us just to loosen things up a bit more.

We both had on our standard date uniforms: I was wearing an oversized tee-shirt and panties, while Ben had on an old button-up shirt and boxers. As we watched the video, we were sitting with our bodies pressed together on the couch, and Ben was slowly stroking my thigh. Between the soft brush of his fingertips, and my leg pressing up against his, I have to admit that things were getting intense. I was ready to curl up with him and get serious about the evening.

And then the unthinkable happened -- the doorbell rang. I told Ben to ignore it, since it was probably the paperboy collecting for his route or someone selling magazine subscriptions, but he insisted that he could dispense with whoever it was quickly. He pulled on his jeans, left the room, and went to deal with the problem.

I hit the pause button on the remote and waited for Ben to return. What happened next startled me -- I heard a conversation. Before I could ascertain what was being said, Ben walked back into the room with our buddy Edmond, who lived about two hours away. He'd been a good friend of ours for years.

Ben quickly clicked off the television, and said, "Honey, Edmond's in town on business, and it ran later than he'd expected -- he asked if he could crash on our couch. I told him that it would be okay with me -- any problems with that?" My husband looked like a deer in the headlights, like our friend had caught him completely off guard.

Since I had on an oversized tee-shirt, which fit me like a dress, albeit a short one, I stood up and hugged our friend. "Good to see you," I said, "and of course you can stay here." The fact that I didn't have a bra on was a little awkward, but I kept my arms crossed as I talked. "In fact, Ben and I would be offended if you came through town and didn't stay with us," I added.

Edmond shrugged. "Well, it was a last-minute thing, and I hated to just drop by, but well," he laughed, "here I am. I was hoping that you guys would be okay with it. I just hope that I'm not interrupting anything. What were you guys watching?"

I was horrified as he stepped over to television, picked up the empty DVD case off the top, and read the movie description. A wicked smile crossed his face. "Oooo, looks like I showed up on the wrong night!" He put the case back down and laughed. "Well, far be it for me to interrupt." He plopped down in the chair beside the couch. "Start it back up -- I love movies with a little action!"

Ben sat back down beside me. We looked at each other, he shrugged, and I grabbed the remote and hit play.

To say that there was an awkward silence would be the understatement of the year. We all three sat there, though, pretending that it was the most normal thing in the world.

What played out before us were the basic scenes of any normal porno movie: a girl and a guy, two girls, a couple of guys and one girl, and various permutations and combinations thereof, with a loose storyline thrown in for good measure.

In the real-life drama taking place, I think that we were all feeling even odder about the circumstances. Edmond occasionally threw out a comment such as "Wow, that's a healthy gal," or "I don't see that guy can even walk with that thing between his legs." They were attempts at humor that more or less all fell flat.

We continued watching in silence, although I've got to admit, I was getting more and more turned on -- partly from the action taking place on the screen, but even more because I was there with two guys, wearing only a tee shirt and skimpy panties.

I occasionally saw Ben and Edmond nonchalantly adjust the front of their jeans, presumably to make themselves a little more comfortable -- if I was this turned on, they both had to be sporting impressive erections.

Finally, the credits rolled, and I patted Ben's knee. "Well, honey, it's getting late. Are you ready to turn in?" I desperately wanted to get to the seclusion of our bedroom for some intense lovemaking.

My husband stood up, stretched and yawned, and agreed. "Yep, time to call it a night."

Edmond rose to his feet, and said, "Hey, I appreciate you guys letting me intrude on your evening like this." He stood there for a moment, seeming to be a little hesitant. "You know, I hate to ask this, but since it's really not that late, do you guys maybe have a lady friend that you could invite over for a little partying? I mean, I got a little worked up over that movie, and I'd sure love a lady to show a good time. Surely you have a single friend who likes to play." There was a hopeful tone to his voice that sounded like it bordered on desperation.

"Well, let me work on that for a minute," I said, walking around the couch toward the kitchen. I caught Ben's eye and motioned with my head for him to follow.

When we got out of sight, I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is Edmond thinking? Like I'm going to call up one of my friends and ask them to come over to the house for a booty call with some guy she's never met."

Ben laughed. "Hey, just give him a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues, and send him to bed."

He put his arms around me and pulled my body against his. "The important thing is that we get to the bedroom as quickly as possible."

I would like to say that I don't know how the next devilish thought came to me, but in reality, it was no mystery. I'd always thought that Edmond was hot, and I couldn't get the possible scenario out of my head. "Ben," I said cautiously, "do you think that he would be okay with just a little oral action?"

He laughed. "I think at this point, anything would be fine. But if you can't think of anyone to come over and bang him, who's going to make the trip to blow him?"

I pulled Ben closer, put my head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear. "If he's in such a bad way, what if I did it just to give him some relief? You'd be right there, and then we could go to bed and spend the rest of the night fucking our brains out."

He drew back, looking at me like I was crazy. "You want to give Edmond a blow job?"

I shrugged. "He seems desperate, and sure, he could take care of it himself, but I thought that this might be a little interesting for us as well. While I'm doing that for him, you could do whatever you wanted with me." I stood there a moment and then shook my head. "I don't know, maybe it's a bad idea. Just a thought."

Ben stood there for a minute, and then pulled me against him again. "I don't know, maybe it's not such a crazy idea." He raised his head and narrowed his eyes. "But you're just going to blow him, right?"

"Of course," I said, knowing full well that I was riding high on the thought of a little oral action with Edmond.

He nodded, grabbed the bottle of wine off the counter, picked up an extra glass, and said, "Let's test the water."

When we got back into the living room, Edmond had started the movie over again and was skipping through it from one sex scene to another.

"Replaying the action?" I asked.

He smiled sheepishly. "Just keeping the excitement up, so to speak."

Standing in front of him, I said, "Okay, Edmond, I have a question for you. I can't find a friend who's ready to come over to have all-out sex with you, but would you consider a lady who was just going to give you oral?"

He laughed. "Hey, at this point, I'd welcome that! Who's the girl, and when will she be here?"

It took a moment to build up my courage, but I finally said, "I am."

Edmond looked like someone had hit him with a brick. "What?"

"That's right, nothing serious, just a quick blowjob between friends." I smiled, trying my best to be nonchalant.

He immediately looked over to my husband. "Ben? What's the deal?"

To his credit, Ben just smiled. "Look bro, you're in a bad way, she can help fix it, and then I'm going to take my wife to the bedroom and bang her like never before. Consider it a gift from us."

Edmond's eyes darted back and forth between us, and he finally said, "Okay, so now what?"

"Well, to start with, you won't be needing those clothes," I said and gave him a teasing look. To be honest, I could have simply unzipped his trousers and taken care of the situation, but I figured that I should at least get a little something out of it.

In only a moment, Edmond had peeled off his shirt and pants and was shedding his underwear. His rod was already at full attention, where it probably had been since he started watching the movie.

I motioned for him to sit down, which he did, and I knelt in front of him. I was immediately fascinated -- my Ben was circumcised, but Edmond was not, and I'd never seen a penis like his. It looked different even in its erect state, and I couldn't help but take it in my hands and rub it slowly up and down.

Edmond fell back into the chair, and I couldn't help but notice his body -- it was exquisite. Solid pecs, a six-pack stomach, and a sheen of sweat on his skin that gave it an incredibly sexy glow. Resting my arms on his thighs, I finally took his cock into my mouth.

Don't get me wrong -- oral sex is a standard thing for Ben and me. I've gone down on him a thousand times, as he has on me. There was something magical about doing it to Edmond, though. Maybe it was just a different man after all the years of marriage, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband was on the couch watching me, but I felt like I was going insane.

I gave it my best; if there was a blowjob hall of fame, I would have been in it for that one event. I licked up and down the shaft, and then held it with my hand while I traced the perimeter of the head with my tongue. I'd plunge it into my mouth, swallowing as much as possible, and then start the entire process all over again. Edmond's moans let me know that I was on the right track. I was oblivious to everything else.

That is, until I felt my husband behind me, pulling me up. "I hate to interrupt, but I think that we should give Edmond a little inspiration." As he said that, he pulled my oversized tee over my head, letting my breasts fall free, and leaving me in just my panties.

Our friend had a hungry look in his eye. "May I?" he said, and I scooted over to him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close, and began to hungrily kiss my breasts, carefully biting the nipples, sucking on them until I had to pull away.

I turned my attention back to his cock, although as I continued, I felt hands on my panties, slowly pulling them down. My husband's face was beside my ear, and he coarsely whispered, "I can't wait for the bedroom. This is too hot."

I raised my knees to allow him to pull my underwear completely off. A moment later I felt his hard tool pressing up against me, and in an instant he was inside.

In all of our years of making love, I'd never had such an incredible sensation. I was filling my mouth with one incredible man, while I was being filled on the other end with my husband. No description could do it justice.

The three of us continued like that for a while -- maybe ten minutes? Hell, I lost all track of time. I came several times in the interim, and finally felt the familiar pressure of Ben grabbing my hips and holding his pelvis against mine. He collapsed over onto the couch.

I stopped servicing Edmond long enough to fall over by Ben, and whisper, "Look, he's almost done, and you've given me several orgasms. What if I just sit on him and let him finish quickly?"

Ben smiled and nodded, still unable to talk, so I stood up, and then squatted down over the chair where Edmond was. My knees were in the back cushion and I felt the warmth as he entered me. This was only the second man in a decade to do so, and the feeling was intense. I rocked back and forth, and it wasn't long until we were both cumming.

We sat there for a moment, and then I reached down, kissed his forehead, and said, "Thanks for a wonderful evening."

Ben added, "We'll leave you to find your way to the guest room!"

Edmond only waved at him, as if he was about to pass out.

When we got to the bedroom, I immediately grabbed Ben. "Are you ready for another performance?"

He laughed and said, "Baby, I've got nothing left. That was the most incredible thing that I've ever experienced." He looked at me mischievously and added, "I think we'll be talking about that for some time."

Ben turned in, and I took a quick shower before joining him.

But I set my internal clock. After a few hours I saw that it was about two in the morning, so I quietly, gently, crept out of bed. I was proud of myself -- I moved like a ninja.

I tiptoed through the living room and down the hallway to the guest bedroom where Edmond was sleeping.

I got there and pulled back the covers, delighted to see that he was sleeping naked, and positioned myself beside him. His eyes immediately snapped open. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd see about another round," I said coyly.

A concerned expression crossed his face. "Yeah, but you know, you and Ben are both my friends. I don't want to--"

I put my finger on his lips to silence him. "Well, earlier Ben said that I could fuck you -- which I did -- but he didn't give me any parameters. Since we only got a few strokes in earlier, I thought that we'd have another go at it."

"But--"

"Shhhh..." I said, and he kissed me full on the lips. From that point on, I was on auto-pilot, He turned me onto my back, gave me another one of those luscious kisses, and then let his lips run down over my chin, my neck, and onto my breasts.

He spent a long time on my breasts -- kissing them, tracing his tongue around the areola, and sucking on the nipples to a point that should be painful, but instead felt incredibly sensuous.

By the time his mouth found my private areas, I was already in ecstasy. Still, he licked my pussy like a man possessed. After a few moments, I felt him rise up, and suddenly he fell upon my body and entered me with such a quick motion that I couldn't help but cry out.

For the time that followed, he pounded into me, giving wave after wave of pleasure. As he did, he assaulted my body with his lips, kissing my mouth, then my neck, moving to my shoulders, and then lingering on my breasts. I stopped counting the number of times that I came.

When I finally felt his body tense, and he emptied himself into me, I pulled him close and whispered into his ear, "You know, you've got to come see Ben and me on date night again."

He took a deep breath, and finally whispered back, "That will depend on you and Ben."

I kissed his forehead, climbed out of bed, and after a final wave to my lover I tiptoed back to my bedroom. As I slid under the covers and tried to go to sleep, Ben put his hand on my shoulder and rolled me over toward him.

"So where have you been for the last half hour?"

"Well..." I started hesitantly.

He flipped me onto my back, climbed on top, and said, "Not to worry. I followed you to the guest bedroom, and greatly enjoyed the show." Ben entered me, and with all the lubrication of the night, easily began to move in and out.

I could see him smile in the soft light from the window, and he said, "I want to hear everything... let's take it from the top, nice and slow..."