Your Wife is Going to Get Fucked

"Your wife" Lynn whispered, her soft lips tickling the edges of my ear as she spoke, "is going to get really fucked."

Her slender fingers lightly grazed my hard cock through my pants as she said this. She also readjusted her luscious ass against my leg, and I could swear I could feel the heat radiating from her wet little puss where it touched me.

A short while earlier, I had been sitting with my wife, Karri, on that very couch. The number of guests had dwindled down at the raucous party, and the opulent villa was now sparsely inhabited, though the music still pounded from the DJ. Winding down, we had sheltered from the buzz by settling into the comfortable couches in a quiet little alcove. I had asked my Karri if she wanted a drink, and with foolish bravado had gone to get us both a glass of wine.

Upon my return, my cock twitched as I discovered I had been replaced by two large black gentlemen who now sat on either side of her. The two had her rapt attention as I approached. We caught each other's eyes as she broke the conversation to accept her glass. Assured by my smile of approval, she returned to her conversation with the two well dressed men.

A tall, elegant woman motioned for me to join her on the matching couch across from them. Her dress was cut high up on the leg, and the fit her of it offered her lovely breasts distractingly to the eye. As I settled in I was happy to discover that my position enjoyed a full view of the opposite couch. Looking across, I could tell they were deep in conversation, and as they spoke, I also noticed that the men's hands would occasionally land on the parts of my wife's leg that her short cocktail dress failed to cover. Their fingers would linger there for just a moment.

In between discreet glances, I managed to start up a conversation of my own with the woman next to me. To my good fortune, the volume of the music made it a little difficult to hear her. She turned toward me, and moved her luscious body in a little closer, the soft skin of her arms occasionally touching mine as she lifted her drink. I enjoyed the tastefully muted floral of her perfume, and the softness of her long hair when it brushed me. It was a struggle to maintain an intelligent conversation with this striking beauty, while keeping an eye on my wife and her two clearly interested suitors. Introducing herself as Lynn, she moved in even closer, and I did not fail to notice whenever her full breasts made contact with my shoulder as we talked.

She could certainly tell that my attention was divided. She was watching also, and the two of us would steal glances across to the other couch.

The energy of the room was heating up, and the noise level encouraged the trio on the other couch to move in more closely also. Their conversation was animated, and apparently intimate. The men's fingers now rested easily on each of Karri's legs, which had somehow come uncrossed and a little open. I even noticed that the men's fingers sometimes made small excursions under the hem of her already slightly hiked up dress. Apparently entranced by the conversation, my wife made no effort to discourage any of this.

Lynn moved in closer, pointing with her eyes across the room and asking; "Is that making you as hot as it's making me?"

Smiling, I admitted that it was. "Mmmm, I thought so."

"She's your wife isn't she? Does she know you like it?" she asked. I nodded to both, adding "it's come up when we've discussed our fantasies. But we've never acted upon it."

Lynn purred, and moved in even closer so we could chat more discreetly as we watched. Her heavy breast was now pressing against my arm, and I began to wonder what it might be like to have one in my hand.

Across the way, my wife seemed to have become quite comfortable nested in between the two dark men. She smiled as the man on her left whispered something into her ear, took a sip of her drink, and handed him the elegant glass. As he moved to place it on the table, she smiled broadly at the man on her right. The motion jostled all of them, giving all three of them the opportunity to reorganize, with Karri now reclining against the man on her right, and the man on her left moving closer in as well.

A low hum escaped from Lynn's lips. She shifted in her seat, and leaned in to my ear. That is when she said it; "Your wife is going to get really fucked." Lynn gently positioned my arm so that my fingers now rested naturally in her lap where they enjoyed the softness of the skin above her bare knee. In this position, her hard nipples traced lines on my arms every time she moved, and her muted breath tickled the edge of my ears as we whispered appreciative comments about the hot tableau in between sips of her drink. Her fingers casually found the bulge in my pants, lightly moving along my engorged shaft, mindlessly tracing a little circle over my swollen head.

Across the room, Karri's free hands now made similar motions in the laps of her two paramours as they continued to talk. I could see that this was having an effect on the men as they adjusted themselves to make it easier for her. More emboldened now, their fingertips journeyed along the expanse of smooth skin she was offering them. The man behind her softly stroked along her neck, sometimes wandering down to where it met her feminine shoulders, and over the luscious expanse along her sexy collar bones. His finger threatened the top curves of her heavenly breasts. The man in front of her, who now held the conversation, let his fingers dance small circles on the inside of her knee. With each circle his fingers seemed to find their way higher up her leg.

Though she continued to show interest in the conversation, my wifes focus was getting far off, her breathing was deepening, and it was clear that her ability to concentrate was being challenged. I noticed the familiar flush in her skin when she gets aroused.

Lynn had excused herself, and as I watched the beautiful vision of her return to the couch, she seized the opportunity to slide herself onto my lap. She leaned back into me, her legs between mine, her hip against my straining erection. The fingertips of my left hand fell naturally onto the soft bare skin between her legs. They casually took a slow journey northward. But getting lost along the way, they chose to rest lightly against a very wet hairless labia. Lynn whispered in my ear that she might have forgotten to put her panties back on in the restroom. My finger, now a little more oriented, followed the warm wetness until it encountered it's source. Lynn's juices now coating it as I it described little circles at her slick opening. She hid her face in my hair as another low purr escaped from her lips.

Directing my attention back across the room, I noticed how radiant Karri was looking in the soft light, her skin contrasting with the dark men who encircled her. The fingers of the man behind her had made their way under the top of her dress, teasing the edges of her nipples. She took a deep breath and, leaning back into him, she tilted her head up to seek his lips. As he teased her with the contact, his fingers closed around her pronounced nipple. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her deep breaths.

Almost imperceptibly, Karri's hips began to rock in smooth low waves. The motion only acted to invite the other gentleman even closer in. As he moved his face in to kiss along her long neck, his fingers moved up along the inside of her leg. Without breaking the kiss, her legs parted invitingly, moving her dress up and exposing her crotch. It seemed that she too had misplaced her undergarments. Lynn and I were treated to the sight of her fiery, dripping flower. Her pink engorged labia framing her steaming depths.

"Beautiful" whispered Lynn in my ear. "She's so lovely."

I felt a wave of warm nectar flow down from Lynn's pussy. Her hips bucked, the ravenous mouth of her vagina trying to swallow my finger. We were both transfixed. As my finger slid into her, I savored the ridged texture of her hot walls as she gripped me.

Kissing along the side of her neck, the man in front of Karri dipped his fingers into her wetness, spreading it in a wide circle that stretched open her shiny pink labia. Her very erect pearl was exposed to us with each of these circles, as his motions pulled it from under it's hood, but much to Karri's wanton disappointment, he narrowly missed it on each orbit. Her hips involuntarily moved to catch his finger, but each time he expertly defeated her lustful efforts. The result of this seemed to only make her wetter.

She was now engaged in a deep kiss with the man behind her, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. She had also somehow managed to free two large cocks from their confines. She tightened her grip at their bases, making both of them rise up threateningly. The men thrust their hips in response, raising her. As she lowered back down, the man at her neck moved his hand from between her legs, freeing her breast from her top. Holding it by its base, he covered her distended nipple with his warm mouth. At the same time the hand of the man behind her travelled down along her tight abs, over her shaved mons. Finding the split of her pussy, it smoothly moved further down, finding it's place deep inside my wife's well lubricated vagina.

Karri's hips now circled as his finger worked her. She pulled back to catch her breath, and then returned to the kiss, greedily accepting the man's tongue in her mouth, as the other man savored her nipple. She struggled for breath around his tongue, as if defiantly holding back from her two tormentors. We could see her pussy grasping and releasing as she humped the dark finger. He slid another finger in alongside it, causing a small rivulet of shiny juice to flow out and over the pucker of her anus.

I would have expected this to be the peak of it, but they held her on this plateau for several minutes. It seemed as though her orgasm was unavoidable. But they had other plans for her. Just when she could hold back no longer, the man behind her gently pulled his fingers from her glistening womanhood. For a brief moment her hungry pink cavern searched for his touch, before a contraction winked it closed.

"Oh god, they're making her their slut." was the hoarse whisper that came from Lynn's now dirty mouth. My only response was, to her delight, to slide another finger in alongside my first, stretching her wet tunnel wider. She subtly fucked on them as I held them in place for her.

Now clearly under the control of her pussy, Karri now rolled over atop the man behind her, trapping his long cock between them. She began slowly sliding up and down, bathing his thick black snake in her now copious flow as she moved along his considerable length. The other man had moved, now offering Karri his hard veiny cock from the other side of the couch. She nuzzled it a few times against her face, letting it make little lines of fluid on her face before moving down to take his impressively sized balls into her mouth.

"Fuck!" Lynn whispered in my ear, her vaginal walls clamping tightly on my fingers. Her hips rocked involuntarily as she rode on the gentle waves her vagina was making.

Karri continued to saw the cock below her against her bubbling slit. With each stroke, the huge swollen head split her slick lips open as they clung to his fat shaft. Each time it came nearer to her twitching hole.

Meanwhile, she treated the man above her to long licks of her tongue, starting at the base and going all the way to its bulbous tip. Each time she paused to bathe his swollen head with warm saliva, sometimes teasing his urethra with the pointed dagger of her tongue tip. As he involuntarily thrust towards her face, she finally held it steady against her lips and guided it into her soft mouth. He moaned as her lips closed in behind his wide head.

Karri's other hand now appeared between from her legs. Lifting her luscious hips, she gave the slick shaft a few long strokes, and then held the massive head at her entrance as she lined herself up. Lynn and I held our breath as we watched her labia stretching open around the fat crown.

She pulled the hard cock from her mouth and stroked it as she made soft sweet animal sounds. At the same time, she sank her hips lower, impaling herself on her lovers thick spear. Lifting her hips back up, we got a momentary glimpse of the glistening head before she lowered herself down again.

My fingers unconsciously echoed the same rhythm in Lynn's tight cunt, as she babbled obscenities into my ear.

I could tell that Karri was close to losing it. She had now succeeded in forcing half of the huge black snake into her greedy hole. The man under her reached up and grasped her hips with both hands. Holding her still, he gave a hard thrust, driving his full length up into her spasming tunnel. She yelled out in pleasure, as he pistoned her mercilessly.

This was apparently too much for the man in Karri's mouth, and he pulled back just in time to drench her chest with an unexpectedly large amount of cum.

The sight triggered Lynn as well, who had developed her own humping rhythm as we witnessed the tableau. She peaked on my fingers within seconds of Karri and the man below her.

The room was scented with sex and the murmurs of cooing and release.

The two men held Karri tightly, lovingly, as she drifted aloft, and then, began to return. Lynn had buried her face in my neck, and she now whispered her appreciation in my ear. Across the room the men greeted Karri with her wine glass, touching her up with a cocktail napkin as she collected herself. They held each other for a short while, until she rose on unsteady feet, reluctantly saying her farewells. I was a little surprised she even knew where I was as she floated the distance between us. Lynn surrendered her position on my lap as Karri slide into my arms, giving me a heartfelt kiss.

"I love you baby" she whispered into my ear, "thank you."