My wife used my friend and me during halftime. (Part 2/2)
Story is fictional and tailored for your pleasure. May this inspire you to embrace your own fantasies and explore your desires.
My jaw dropped; I was speechless. I couldn’t believe what I heard. Images of my wife being fucked on her desk where our pictures sit started to run through my head. My cock started to twitch, coming alive as she stood in front of us, the outline of her hard nipples visible in her black bra. If she had panties on before she went to work, they weren’t on her any longer.
“Now, stand up.”
My friend and I stood up at the same time, looking at each other. Both of us had enormous erections sticking straight out, trapped by our jeans.
“Pants, down.”
I wasn’t going to question anything, absolutely not. I couldn’t gauge if my wife was upset with me or not, so I listened to every command. My friend and I were at her mercy, and she was on a mission to finish what the guys at her office started.
She stepped closer to my friend and me to stand in between us, grabbing our cocks, her hands with a firm grip.
“While you boys have been watching football, the guys on my team were doing their best to stretch me out,” she said as she traced her fingers along our shafts.
“But their cocks aren’t as big as yours.”
She started stroking with each hand, looking back and forth at me and my friend.
“So, I’m going to use both of you to get me across the goal line. The question is, who’s going first?”
She went and got her purse. Pulling out a coin, she looked at me and said, “Call it.”
“Tails,” I muttered as I watched the coin flip through the air in what seemed like slow motion.
The coin laid flat on the floor as I stood still, watching my wife step in front of me. I had won the coin toss.
She pushed me down on the couch, climbing over me to squat. Grabbing my cock, she held it steady to line it up with her lips. I felt wetness on my tip, and when she lowered herself down, I groaned.
Fuck, she was still so tight. The guys at her office didn’t do a great job — they couldn’t fill her up and stretch her like she needed. I knew then I had to do my best for her.
Once she took all of my cock inside of her, she started bouncing up and down fast. I could tell how close she was to climaxing the way she rode me. She needed my thickness to fill her up. But I fumbled.
I felt her juices cover my cock, and her pussy squeezed me as she bounced her ass up and down; I couldn’t last long. I moaned, my cock pulsing rapidly, and looked up at her — she knew I was going to bust.
“Not yet,” she told me, but I couldn’t help it. I moaned again, loudly, as I started to explode. She hurriedly got off of my lap and took my cock in her mouth, catching thick ropes on her tongue.
She was disappointed but didn’t say it. She needed our cocks to make herself cum and only had one left to use.
As she stood up and swallowed, my friend stood behind her — he knew what was at stake. He gripped my wife’s ass before giving her a spank that made her jump and also made her grin. He sent a wave of excitement through her, giving us all a shimmer of hope.
She bent down, using my legs to brace herself as my friend lined up behind her. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned out as he stuffed her full from behind. Her eyes widened as she stared into mine, her mouth open as he stretched her out more.
He fucked her hard, pounding her from behind as she screamed for more. She gripped my legs as he fucked her faster, driving her towards an eruption. Her whining increased with each thrust, and I knew she was close. I reached out to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, the stimulation I knew she needed to push her over the edge.
“That’s it, don’t fucking stop!” she yelled as she took his cock from behind while I played with her tits.
Her eyes rolled back as she squeezed my legs, her body shaking in pleasure. My wife and my friend moaned together as they both exploded. He filled her with his warmth, lathering her walls with cum as she came just as hard around his cock.
We did it — we delivered the touchdown — the orgasm my wife needed after a rough work week. My wife caught her breath, composed herself, and left the room. My friend and I sat back on the couch. Halftime was over.
My friend asked, “Do you think she’ll have to work again next weekend?”
I smiled and replied, “I sure hope so.”