“I wanna watch,” said my wife.
“Pardon?” I asked confusedly.
“You know what I mean...,” she pressed the issue. “I want to be there the next time you fuck Anita.”
“Really?” I asked hesitantly. It’s true that my wife had set me up with her girlfriend and had given her total blessing to our wild outings, but apart from the occasional hint with a smile on her face, she hadn’t seemed to really care. And I, with playful ease, had gotten out of the whirlwind of everyday life with the all-consuming intoxication of feverishly wild sex. Once or twice a month I had done the favor of thoroughly satisfying all of Anita’s desires. In addition to the hardcore pounding, I had gotten to regularly come up with something extra, some fetish thing, which had made her feel even more like my slut, and which had made her come a huge one every time.
On a tired Friday afternoon, I was so desperate to relieve stress that I showed up at Anita’s after a quick call and fucked her face on the stairs leading to her living room. I didn’t wait for her to take off her elegant woman’s suit she wore from work, and I wasn’t bothered by her make-up. I made her kneel down, taking a good look at her stockinged legs, but otherwise, I didn’t bother with her undressing, she looked perfect just how she got home from her office. I simply spread my thighs in front of her and pushed my cock all the way into her mouth.
Holding the back of her head, I penetrated her mouth hard, with each movement I pulled her soft, saliva-dripping, lipstick-red lips up to my balls. I finally shot the semen that had accumulated for several days down her throat, not caring about her coughing and gasping for air. After the release, I took out my mobile phone without saying a word and took a photo of her face with smeared lipstick and runny eye shadow - even a drop of unswallowed semen turned white on the corner of her lip.
“Do you think she’s humiliated enough now?” I texted the photo to my wife while walking out of Anita’s apartment. Closing the door, I could still see my hostess leaning against the wall, masturbating heavily on the stairs with her eyes closed.
There were mornings when either the Moon or some TV show the night before woke me up so horny and with dirty thoughts in my mind that I simply drove to Anita’s house without any sign-in and burst through the door. Erik was not home for a long time, Anita was peacefully drinking coffee in the dining room and scrolling through Instagram. I sat down on the dining table, took the coffee cup from his hand and sipped the lukewarm coffee.
Ignoring her wondering gaze, I pushed down my pants, raised my legs and pulled her head to my bottom without any instructions. She looked at me with her eyes wide open, but then obediently leaned between my buttocks and began to lick my asshole deeply and sensually. I put her hand on my cock, made her jerk me off hard, and when my lover’s tongue penetrated deep into my ass after a few minutes, I was already coming. I picked up the coffee mug again, held it to the head of my cock, and let in a good amount of fresh sperm. It was quite an interesting sight as the white drops mixed with the rest of the frothy coffee at the bottom.
Satisfied, I pulled the pants back on myself, then pressed the mug into the hands of the still-surprised Anita. Looking back on the way out, I still saw her greedily spooning the lukewarm mixture from it.
But I loved the evenings when we arranged a date in advance the most. At those times, my dear wife was already asking me all day what I was going to do with her girlfriend, and she even gave me ideas, while eagerly texting her. She specifically got used to dressing me up elegantly for such occasions, in fact, we made a lot of love a couple of times at the end of such preparations. I didn’t know if Erik was also so enthusiastic about preparing Anita for our occasions, but his sparkling eyes when he opened the door were quite revealing.
On one of the horniest occasions, I took Anita to the cinema. I can’t recall much of the film, because during the screening I casually fingered her dripping pussy. She came twice, and I had to cover her mouth so that his pleasure wouldn't be too loud. After the movie, we barely got into the car in the underground garage, she already pushed down her panties, held her freshly done hair back, using it as a rubber band, and immediately started sucking me off. I made her kneel onto the passenger’s seat, in case anyone saw her from the side bobbing in my lap without underwear. Fortunately(?) we were standing in a secluded place, no one really went there, but the public setting undoubtedly increased our excitement a lot.
I took advantage of the opportunity and thoroughly fucked my wife’s best friend in the ass that evening. The car shook violently the whole time, but no one said a word, not even the security guard sitting at the barrier, when I drove out with the completely satisfied and quiet Anita.
I didn’t hear from them for weeks after that. I thought maybe I had gone too far, gone beyond all limits with my unbridled desire. Or maybe that was enough and the couple found each other again, they are just pretty much fine with their own intimacy. Now my wife was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips and brought up the subject again.
“Well...,” I nodded. “What exactly do you want to see?”
“What is it that she likes so much. Because she always texts me how good it was, how hard you fucked her, and how fulfilled she feels after...”
“Really?”
“Of course!”
“Everything? All the positions?”
“Maybe not all of them, but the point is that now I’m curious how you take care of my dear friend! How can you satisfy her so much? And of course, maybe I’ll try it too...” she wandered with a mischievous smile.
“So you also want a good old hardcore pounding?” I grabbed her bottom and pressed a kiss on her cheek. Dia pulled away with her usual innocent expression, but I could still see the smirk on her face.
We managed to organize the meeting for the weekend. Incredibly enough, everyone was free for that, and even Erik asked to join the séance. I wondered several times what I should do in order to satisfy the curiosity of both my wife and Erik, and at the same time to satisfy Anita’s greedy hunger. I wrote down a few ideas from the internet, but mostly I relied on my intuition. If things have worked out so far, it shouldn’t be too bad.
Despite all this, we entered the doors of our hosts with some excitement. Erik greeted us with a red face and escorted us into the living room, where Anita was sitting cross-legged on the couch. Her short, fringed pants barely covered the lines of her curvaceous bottom, but her long, brown thighs already bloomed invitingly on the gray upholstery of the couch. The sight made my cock twitch, recalling those intense occasions when those thighs had been wrapped around my ears or just around my waist. In addition, even her feet were bare, which made the sight of her legs even more sexy. I’d never considered myself a foot fetishist, but somehow I always found it more exciting when Anita’s amazing legs were not covered by socks or stockings - even if she was wearing high heels.
Moreover, she was wearing a thin pink top with spaghetti straps over the short jeans, without a bra, and the sunlight shining into the room perfectly outlined her nipples under the dress.
These all made me horny for her, obviously. Besides, we hadn’t even had a chance to have sex since my wife proposed the idea, so the accumulated energy made my blood boil wildly. I would have preferred to step to her head immediately, run my hands into her hair, and pull her lips onto my cock. But out of consideration for her husband and, of course, my wife, I restrained myself this time and simply sat next to her on the couch. Erik and Dia also took a seat in an armchair each, visibly confused.
“Shall we?” I pointed to the champagne on the coffee table, chilled in an ice bucket, next to Erik’s beer, which he had been sipping so far.
“Of course,” Erik cleared his throat and jumped up like a decent host. “I’ve been drinking beer so far, but we can switch to that...”
He uncorked the champagne with careful movements, the popping of the cork eliciting the usual giggles from everyone. But while he was pouring into our glasses, my hand wandered to Anita’s bare legs and, grinning, I stroked her thighs. And when I took my glass from her husband, I still kept my hand on the woman’s leg, openly enjoying the warmth of her skin. I saw the confusion in Erik’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything, he just silently sat back in the armchair and took a sip of his champagne without any toast.
“So... Do you want to watch?” I asked my wife first, then looked into Erik’s eyes.
“Yes,” my wife stated firmly.
“And what exactly do you expect from that?” I asked.
“I just want to see what she likes so much!”
"Well, you should know that... anal!”
The obscene remark broke the ice, both women giggled and even Erik smiled.
“Okay, but I’m sure you don’t just keep fucking her in the ass!” argued my wife.
“That’s true, I use other kinds of humiliations on your friend, as well,” I eyed Anita up and down. She was smiling like a mischievous big cat next to me on the couch. “Well, what exactly are you curious about?” I looked into Erik’s eyes.
“About...,” our host was thinking it over. “How can you satisfy her so much? When she comes home, it’s like she’s been replaced. Her face is smooth, her voice is light and peaceful - as if she was another woman!”
“So... how should she be satisfied properly?" I confirmed with deliberate obscenity.
“Well... yes,” he admitted. “And how could I do that?”
“Listen,” I began my explanation. “I know what’s going on. I mean: just look at her!” I pointed at Anita’s body like a car displayed in a showroom. “A wonderful woman, right? She’s pretty, mind-blowingly sexy, and of course a good mother and wife, right?”
Erik was nodding vividly, and my partner in the other armchair was sipping her champagne and watching what I wanted to do.
“Besides, she’s also great at work. Running a marketing company like hers can be stressful, right?” I looked questioningly at Anita, who nodded in agreement.
“Sometimes it’s very exhausting,” she replied with her eyes wide open, definitely playing on the situation.
“And that’s when you have to shake it up a bit, get it?” I looked at Erik again. “To drive the problems out of her mind, to make her forget the weight of everyday decisions. To achieve that she doesn’t have to think about how to seduce you, how to please you. Am I right, bitch?”
Anita nodded with a smile.
“You see, even this humiliating designation helps her to switch off,” I explained to her husband. “And that’s just the beginning. We have to do everything we can to lure out the starving bitch hiding deep in the soul of the serious businesswoman and caring mother. Pardon my French...,” I raised my hands with feigned regret, “but am I right?”
“You are indeed,” Anita moaned, and now she bent her legs slightly. She looked at me with sparkling eyes, like a big cat watching its prey.
Erik listened excitedly, with pursed lips. I felt the tension and excitement fill the room, as if all of our desires had connected for a single moment. And I saw in Anita’s eyes the desire that was hidden deep inside. Her smile told me that she was really enjoying the whole situation and was looking forward to turning it up a notch.
“Maybe it’s easier for me, since I’m not a frequent participant in your everyday life,” I continued, while Anita gently bent her legs and I stroked her bare thighs. “That’s why I can easily do so that I don’t see her as an exemplary wife, but as a starving, cheap little whore who can’t wait for me to pound her properly!”
Silence descended on the room. I glanced at my wife, who was watching with wide eyes. It was time I had to do something, which would make us step into the field of actions after words.
I leaned closer to Anita, my hand slid under the hem of the shorts, and I grabbed her hard bottom. I kneaded her round ass cheeks slowly and carefully. Anita stretched out on my lap, her hazy gaze unhiding her secret pleasure and desire.
Leaning back, Erik watched his beautiful wife motionless as she let herself be fondled. Our eyes met and I knew in that moment that tonight I had to involve him in the adventure more than ever.
Anita pushed her bottom towards me with pleasure, enjoying the caress with a satisfied sigh. And Dia, hiding behind her drink from the armchair, watched me excite her girlfriend to the edge.
“Time to take this off,” I unbuttoned Anita’s shorts. Obediently, she raised her hips and let me slide the palm-sized jeans off her. I threw the pants on the carpet with ease and stroked Anita’s exposed ass cheeks barely covered with a thin thong with pleasure. In addition, small pearls decorated the protruding big lips of my lover on the middle stem of the red thong.
“See?” I pulled them apart a little, which made the thong excitingly sink between her lips. “The little one is already dripping wet!”
Anita’s pussy was indeed half-opened and decorated with her glistening juices in front of us. I gently pulled the shaft of the thong away from her lips, the orange glow of the sunset shining into the living room glimmered on her pearly fluids. I gently pushed the tip of my index finger into her slit and was happy to feel the familiar warm, silky soft tingle inside. Anita moaned with her eyes closed and pushed her crotch towards my hand.
“I can see it’s been a long time since you’ve been fucked properly,” I said with a bit of deliberate condescension. It was time to show Erik and, of course, my own wife, exactly what kind of humiliation Anita liked so much, what made her orgasm regularly. And I wanted to really use my role as a professor and expert. Even if Erik and Anita’s sex life doesn’t change radically, and if Dia won’t wait naked on her knees every night, with a ball in her mouth and an anal plug in her ass from now on, we can still have a dirty evening. After all, I’ve been preparing for this for days!
“Mmhhmm...,” Anita hummed with her eyes still closed. I slipped my middle finger in next to my index finger and gently pulled them in and out. I leaned closer and took a good look at the pussy juice gathering on my fingers. I made my lover’s pussy gape a little more, but then, looking at Erik, I pulled out my fingers and showed him:
“So the little bitch really needs some fucking now!” I stated matter-of-factly. “And now she’s going to get it!” But first, the little one has another task to perform!”
I grabbed Anita’s blonde hair with my wet fingers and pulled her head to my face.
“And you know what that is, don’t you, you little bitch?”
“To... suck you...,” Anita whispered, now looking into my eyes.
Erik and Dia watched the scene tensely.
“Say it out loud so your husband can hear it!” I said to my lover.
“I have to... suck you!” Anita declared out loud. Even looking into her eyes, I could see Dia smiling in the armchair.
“You have to suck me off indeed,” I said, and then I firmly kissed the blonde. First, I felt the strawberry taste of her lip gloss on her mouth, then her well-known saliva followed, which arrived abundantly on my tongue. I held her head tightly by her hair during the kiss. For a moment, I thought about spitting in her mouth, which had already happened quite a few times before, but seeing Erik’s tense look, I decided it was too early. It would be better to gradually introduce my viewers to the delights of humiliating sex.
So I contented myself with thoroughly mapping Anita’s mouth with my tongue. My cock was already throbbing wildly in my pants, so I pulled Anita’s face away from me by her hair and told her sternly: “Then get down on it!”
I got up from the couch and stepped in front of my lover. Anita sat up smiling and looked up at me. I just nodded, my eyes pointing to my crotch. The woman obediently opened my slip: that’s when I noticed her brand new, pink-painted false nails. I was already anticipating how they were going to look grabbing my dick.
Anita pulled the pants from my waist down to my knees, and with them my underwear. My cock quickly snapped in front of her face, it was even throbbing with the sudden freedom. The blonde took it in her hands with a satisfied smile, and I sighed and enjoyed her soft, yet firm grip. Then Anita bent over my crotch and let my cock deep into her mouth.
Both my Erik’s and my wife’s posture changed by this. Leaning slightly to the side, they were staring at the scene in disbelief. I didn’t even understand why, since they had already seen me screw this lovely lady once, and since then we haven’t kept our filthy meetings a secret either. Now, however, they looked at us with wide eyes, silently, as if they had fallen into a live porn shoot. And I was determined to give them what they wanted, to show them what a really hard pounding was like.
I grabbed Anita’s hair in two fists and started to fuck her mouth while standing with my legs slightly apart. The head of my cock plowed along the roof of her mouth, all the way to her throat, but at the first gasp of surprise, I immediately pulled it back, all the way to her lips, and pushed it in again.
“That’s it, you little bitch...,” I moaned, and now I closed my eyes too. It was time to enjoy the fruits of my labor. “Just suck me, suck me deep...”
I fucked her mouth more and more energetically, and she started to let me go deeper and deeper, I could feel how she was gradually getting used to my cock. With an evil grin, I pounded her oral cavity balls deep, then, pressing her head to my crotch, I leaned forward and firmly slapped her tight ass cheeks. Both Erik and Dia shuddered from the snap, but Anita took it without flinching, only a soft grunt erupted from her mouth stuffed with my cock.
“Come on, slap her cheeks,” I looked at my wife.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Come on, isn’t she inviting how she’s kneeling in front of you?” I asked, straightening up and pulling my crotch back from Anita’s mouth. “Bet you’d love to slap her!”
Then, looking at Anita’s face, I started to fuck her mouth again. My dear wife, albeit reluctantly, got up from the armchair and stepped behind her friend.
“That’s all right, slap her hard!” I encouraged her. “You’ve never done anything like that before anyway!”
I was pretty sure that even if she got involved in some kissing adventure with one of her girlfriends during her college days, they certainly didn’t slap each other’s asses, turning them red. Anita’s round butt, on the other hand, was moving in front of me in an inviting and exciting way indeed, with those frothy pearls stretching on the red thong in the middle.
Dia hesitantly raised her outstretched palm, but stopped it mid-air behind her friend.
“That’s it, baby!” I encouraged her again like a perverted teacher, and in the meantime, I fucked Anita's mouth with small thrusts. “It won’t hurt him!”
My wife slapped her friend’s tight cheek. The bang echoed among the walls of the living room loudly, and my wife stepped back with wide eyes. Erik flinched and crossed his legs. I was sure that his cock was already rock hard, he was trying to cover it up, but I had the intention of pulling our host’s brain even further.
Anita, on the other hand, didn’t say anything, her head moved even more energetically on my cock, I could already feel her saliva dripping onto her chin and from there onto my testicles.
“Don’t miss the other one either!” I encouraged my wife, and with a mischievous smile, she placed another loud snap on Anita’s other butt cheek. Anita looked back at her while she was sucking, giggling, but I made her feel with a little tug on her hair that she should just continue her task nicely. Obediently, she let my dick up her throat again and again, and she, digging her pink nails into my ass, greedily pulled me into her mouth.
“See, Erik?" I asked the host. “That’s how you have to fuck the face of your little bitch properly. More precisely, my bitch, because my cock is now filling her mouth,” I pointed out the obvious. “But you know what? You can try it too, you already know how.”
I pulled my crotch back from Anita’s face, my cock popped out of her mouth with a loud slurp. I held her head by her hair and looked into her face like that.
“What do you say, baby? You wanna suck your hubby’s cock a bit? Does your husband deserve to be fondled that way?”
Anita nodded in agreement with wide eyes as she wiped the saliva from her lips with her long fingers.
“Come,” I said to Erik, who immediately jumped up and stood in front of his wife. He hurriedly unzipped his pants and held his cock in front of Anita’s face. The blonde beauty first looked into her husband’s eyes with a smile, then at his cock staring in front of her, and then let it into her mouth with a filthy smile.
I stepped back and let our hosts find each other a little bit. I looked at my wife, who was staring at the unfolding savagery with glistening eyes. Her finger caressed her lips involuntarily.
Erik and Anita happily merged in the well-known movements of oral sex. Erik's hard pricking cock easily sank between Anita's greedy lips. I smacked my cock with a big grin on my face, which was still covered in Anita's saliva.
Anita persistently nursed Erik, nodding with light movements on her husband's cock, while looking into his eyes with a smile. You could almost feel the intimate excitement as the couple found each other again.
Erik and Anita happily merged in the well-known movements of oral sex. Erik’s hard throbbing cock easily sank between Anita’s greedy lips. I was jerking my cock with a big grin on my face. My rock-hard member was still covered in Anita’s saliva.
Anita was sucking Erik’s penis without missing a beat, nodding with easy movements on her husband’s cock, while looking into his eyes with a smile. You could almost feel the intimate excitement as the couple found each other again.
While jerking off my cock, I began to miss Anita’s hot body more and more. I didn’t want to break the moment yet, let them enjoy the experience together, but seeing Erik’s hesitant movements, I knew that he would be waiting for me again to take Anita down pretty hard.
Anita swallowed her husband’s cock again and again. Erik was already enjoying the oral fondling sighing loudly, his balls were already hitting his wife’s chin again and again.
“Enough, it’s not the time to come!” I interrupted the idyllic session loudly. Anita let her husband’s cock out of her mouth in surprise and looked at me a little confused.
“I almost had it,” said the woman, a little disappointed, caressing her panting husband. Erik looked at me with a very disappointed look and swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything.
“I could tell, but first let’s make your hubby move a bit differently,” I answered, while reaching with my hand to Anita, who accepted it a little puzzledly. I raised her up from the couch, squeezing her fingers lightly. This time I sat next to her and spread her bottom in front of Erik and my wife who was staring speechlessly.
“See how she turned on?” I showed them the inside of Anita’s shiny vagina. “See, how much she likes her face to be sucked! Well, not lazily like you did,” I looked at Erik disdainfully. “But hard, to the balls, as it should be. Well, it’s time for our Anita,” I slapped one of her cheeks, which made her squeal with giggles, “to get her daily dose of fucking.”
I also stood up and threw off the rest of my clothes. I was standing naked in the middle of the living room of our hosts, like some kind of perverted burglar.
“Sit on the sofa!” I said to Erik. “It’s time to serve your lovely little wife a delicious sandwich!”
Erik and Anita were surprised for a moment, then looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Why not?” Erik murmured. He sat down on the sofa and tossed away a decorative pillow from behind his back.
I patted Anita’s round ass cheeks, urging her to sit on her husband’s lap. She laughed, but still stepped over her husband and slowly lowered herself over his crotch. Both Dia and I watched holding our breath as Erik’s cock slid deep into his wife’s wet pussy. Anita rested here, closed her eyes and just enjoyed the hard member penetrating her. Then she started gently circling her hips, a little uncertain at first, slowly, carefully.
“This is so hot,” my wife whispered in my ear and grabbed my stiff, saliva-covered cock. She gently, almost involuntarily, pulled the skin back while biting her lip as she watched her friend ride her husband. Anita and Erik got into it more and more and enjoyed the accelerating circular movements. Anita rose up and down with enthusiastic moans, and we could closely watch how her pussy slid over the wet phallus, each time to the base, to the balls.
At one point, Anita looked into her husband’s eyes and they shared a good laugh, but then continued the riding. Erik eagerly grabbed his wife’s tight breasts, and she instinctively grabbed his man’s hands. It was damn exciting to see them, like we were watching a live porn shoot. The whole room was filled with the characteristic smell of wet pussy and the intimate, pleasant moaning of our hosts. They completely surrendered to their lovemaking, you could feel the love and trust between them. I almost felt jealous of how well my little whore is adapting to her partner, and how much she forgets about the hard, humiliating sex I had given her until then. It was time to take advantage of the invitation.
I leaned behind Anita and pulled her bottom apart. It was hard to hold her while riding, so my hands moved up and down with her hips.
“It’s time to rub her tight little rear entrance,” I said in a hoarse voice to my wife, who was staring silently at her best friend’s tight asshole.
“Spit on it,” I said boldly.
“What?” My wife looked at me in amazement.
“Come on, I saw that you enjoyed that good spanking,” I squeezed Anita’s tight ass cheeks a little more firmly. “Now you can spoil my little darling in a slightly different way. Well...,” I pulled the slowly riding woman’s butt apart even more “you surely don’t want me to just fuck her dry!”
“But...,” Dia hesitated, “I can’t do that! That’s too...”
“Dirty?” I finished her sentence. “That’s exactly the point! But it’s okay, let’s solve it another way,” I tried to ease her tension and released Anita's bottom with my right hand. I raised my finger to my wife’s lips and gently traced them along. Dia involuntarily let it into her mouth and thoroughly bathed it in her saliva. I swirled my fingertip around his mouth a little, then pulled it out and showed her: “This will do!”
I reached back to Anita’s bottom and lightly spread the saliva covering my finger on her asshole. It wasn’t exactly the easiest task, because the woman was constantly moving on her husband’s cock, but I smeared it around quite thoroughly. Then I brought my finger back up, this time to my own mouth, and let my own saliva flow over it. I didn’t waste this dosage in the same place, but gently pushed it inside her rectum. Anita looked at me with a smile, her riding slowed down and she turned her mouth to me for a kiss. I pulled my finger out of her asshole and grabbed her hair not caring with the wetness on my hand, pulled her head to me and kissed her firmly. Our tongues connected greedily as Anita moaned and rode her husband’s cock.
Now I took saliva from her lips. She couldn’t really concentrate during the fucking, but I could still gather some onto my fingertips. I quickly lowered my hand to her bottom, and to my surprise, my wife now helped me pull her friend’s tight cheeks apart. I dug into Anita’s asshole with my slobbery finger: although it felt extremely tight, as her pussy was filled by Erik’s cock, but my wet fingertip slipped in easily. I thoroughly wandered around inside her deep back door, completely spreading her saliva inside.
Anita enjoyed the fingering with her eyes closed, gently riding her sweaty husband. Her and her husband’s hands were completely intertwined, with the happiness of a married couple in an intimate situation. The woman’s nipples poked upwards, small drops of sweat appeared on her face. Her hair fell in her face from the mixed movement of riding and fingering, her hips circled on her husband’s crotch more and more violently.
I pulled my finger out of Anita’s hot, gaping asshole. As my wife continued to hold her friend’s bottom stretched apart, the wet, dark hole was clearly throbbing in front of us. It was time to make it mine.
I knelt behind Anita on the couch. We had to adjust our legs a bit so that I wouldn’t be pressed tightly against Erik’s thigh, but I managed to solve this by spreading my legs wide. I looked at Dia, who was holding Anita’s ass cheeks with wide eyes.
I penetrated my lover’s bottom with a light moan. Anita squealed softly, but her voice soon died as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sandwich. Her asshole throbbed wildly and hotly around the head of my cock, the usual tight feeling becoming even stronger with her having her husband’s cock in her pussy.
“That’s really wild...,” whispered my wife. Then she became speechless, because with a firm movement, I slid deeper into Anita’s ass. Now, not only the head but half of my throbbing member sank deep in the asshole of our hostess, who was still trying to relax on the two dicks that were filling her body.
I started moving gently in and out. Anita’s sphincter didn’t want to let me go, she followed my movements by clinging tightly to my cock. In the meantime, Erik also started to move his hips up and down under us, so we slowly but surely fucked both of Anita’s orifices. The initial resistance quickly disappeared, the blonde’s butt perfectly accommodated my cock and I could move in and out easily.
“Please,” she looked at me with big eyes and her bottom tightened even more against my cock. “Harder!”
I pulled my cock all the way back and pushed it all the way into her trembling body.
“That’s it!” the woman hissed.
I pulled back and then penetrated her back door again.
“Shit...,” she gasped and closed her eyes again.
Another push.
“Hey, be careful with her,” my wife interjected, and Anita’s eyes popped out and she declared, “Don’t! Harder!” - Then, seeing my wife’s disbelief, she added, “You have to fuck the living hell out of me!”
I started pounding our hostess with full force, the full length of my cock. Now her asshole became really loose, I could easily slide in and out. Below us, Erik also tried to pick up the rhythm, but fell far behind, prodding his wife’s pussy. I managed to completely subdue the woman from behind and fucked her the way I knew she liked it: to the balls, with hard thrusts, pulling her head back by the hair.
“More!!!” screamed Anita, which made me wonder what the neighbors might be thinking. But of course I didn’t protest, my crotch slapped wildly to our hostess’s ass. I even leaned over her face and let a portion of saliva between her half-open, quivering lips. Both Erik and myself snorted and pounded the sweaty bitch writhing between us, who barely reminded us of the good-natured, decent wife of the weekdays.
“Take it, bitch!” - I moaned from close to my lover’s face, which she received with grateful squirms and violent contractions. “That’s it, enjoy my dick!” I shouted, and she became completely relaxed and her whole body twitched again and again.
My wife had already let go of her girlfriend’s sweaty cheeks, now stepped back, leaned against the wall, watching what we were doing. Grabbing Anita’s hips, I pounded her through her orgasm mercilessly, penetrating her to the balls harshly again and again. Our lady of the house was purring like a kitten and leaned on her husband’s chest. Her bottom took my cock like a loose, wet fist with each thrust.
Erik couldn’t take it anymore, I felt his cock twitch in his wife’s pussy as he came. It took quite a few squirts before he was completely finished, which Anita received with lustful moans.
Although biting my tongue, I still went on pounding the blonde’s ass. Now I didn’t have to move in time with Erik’s thrusts any more, so I could fuck the dirty bitch with full throttle. With one hand, I pushed Anita’s head on her husband’s chest by her hair, and with the other, I held the woman’s arm on her back. I could feel the husband’s flaccid cock slipping out of his wife’s hot pussy through the thin wall separating the two orifices. My lover’s body was completely relaxed and accepted my thrusts idly. Apart from a few small moans, no sound came from her.
So I let go myself, I relaxed my chin so that my own bite would no longer distract me, and I came intensely. Anita’s body twitched again as she felt the flood of sperm coming into her bottom. I only let the first two shots deep into her rectum, after that, I pulled my cock further out and only let the head in. Her relaxed anus snuggled loosely against the end of my cock, providing the perfect place for my full load of cum.
With a little caress, I ensured that every drop of my semen seeped into Anita’s ruined ass. Then I pulled my cock out - the blonde’s reddened asshole immediately closed and embraced my juices, only a single drop trickled out and slowly descended towards her pussy, from which Erik’s white cum also was dripping.
Satisfied, I straightened up. Our hosts were lying contentedly on top of each other, gently caressing each other’s bodies. That’s when I noticed that my wife was playing with her pussy in the other corner of the room, reaching into her skirt. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I definitely wanted to add something to today’s experience, so that we don’t just think of it as a simple sandwich later.
I looked around for what could be used. I noticed Erik’s beer on the coffee table, which was resting lukewarm, stripped of all foam. I picked it up and held it under Anita’s gaping pussy.
“Relax,” I said, and my lover, floating in post-orgasmic bliss, didn’t understand what I wanted her to do at first. I just looked down with my eyes which made her turn there as well and notice the beer glass. She realized what I wanted, as she smiled and spread her thighs even wider in Erik’s lap. As I expected, the sperm leaking from her tired pussy began to drip into the yellow liquid in large drops and began to swim in white spots on top.
“That’s it, let it out...” I said and stared at the white drops falling from my lover’s labia. “More...”
Anita reached down and helped a little with her fingers. First, she collected the semen from her parted lips and dropped it into the beer, then she reached into her own pussy and gently pulled the juice out. The beer now smelled of fermented yeast and fresh sperm at the same time.
“Now relax your butt!” I ordered her. Anita obediently did so, and we all waited holding our breath for her asshole to open and the freshly squeezed cum to drip out. But the pinky orifice was too closed, not even a drop of it wanted to move out.
“Come here,” I said, holding out my free hand. She took it and stood up from her husband’s lap. Taking a deep breath, Erik straightened up and looked at what else I was doing with his lovely wife.
I escorted Anita to the coffee table and made her squat on it. Her butt was hanging over the edge of the table, and from this body position, it was easier for the freshly loaded semen to drip out. I quickly held the cup under her asshole, and managed to catch a white streak of sperm quickly streaming out.
“Relax some more!” I asked our hostess, and it really seemed like her bottom was relaxing, and more drops were rolling softly out of her tight little asshole, down on her pussy, and into the frothy liquid.
When my juices stopped flowing, I raised the beer glass and held it up for everyone to see:
“To the bottom!” I shouted and shoved it into Erik’s hand, who was staring with a surprised face.
“What?” he asked in astonishment.
“You heard right, this healthy... beer-based cocktail is completely yours!” I stated and heard my wife’s giggles from the corner of the room. Erik carefully examined the contents of the glass, swirling the foam easily like a perverted sommelier. Then he took a deep breath and sipped into his drink. He swirled the sip in his mouth thoughtfully and looked at us with wide eyes.
“All of it!” I repeated, this time more quietly, and curiously, whether our host would really dare to drink all of the yellow liquid without its natural bubbles, muddy with our mixed sperm. But he did it easily: he took big gulps and one by one, he emptied his glass completely.
“Good job,” I praised him fatherly. I fished my cell phone out of my pants pocket and while getting dressed I took a photo of Erik’s shocked face and Anita’s ruined pussy. “To the family album,” I waved the phone.
Erik and Anita looked at each other and then at me happily.
“Thank you for satisfying me today... again...,” Anita said, clearing her throat. “I feel much better already...”
“Yes, we are very grateful,” added Erik.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “I owe you a debt of gratitude for the chance of fucking this beauty again,” I pushed my fingers through Anita’s hair and looked at her sweaty face, run-off makeup and smeared lipstick. I would have liked to spit between her lips again, but the charm was already starting to wear off, she was beginning to transform back into a decent, satisfied citizen. Another obscene act wouldn’t have suited the situation.
So I just stored the face of the satisfied, happily smiling blonde. Who knows when I’ll be able to fuck her this hard again, using all my dirty fantasies, without limits or conventions?
It was in the air that it was time to leave our hosts alone, let them continue their peaceful family life. So I pulled on my clothes and held my wife’s hand, on whose fingers I could feel the juices of her pussy.
“Come on, honey,” I told her. “At home, we’ll analyze whether you liked what you saw.”
Dia followed with a lustful giggle.
