Matt’s wife, Sabrina, stopped laughing when Angela pulled her breast free of the tight fabric to show Steve and Jerry the butterfly tattoo. It was located just above her right nipple, as if the butterfly was using the areola as a perch. The corner of the pub they occupied fell silent, and eyes darted from one to another, everyone absorbed in the recent events.

The taunting and jibes had come to an end, and Angela could take no more, so she acted on the dares that were aimed firmly in her direction. Matt’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Clearly, her breasts were on the large side and struggling to be contained, but he wasn’t prepared for the silky whiteness of her skin or the size of her nipples. They were made for sucking.

And yet, it was Jerry who asked if he could suck on them first. Sabrina glanced at Matt before looking back at Angela, who, in those brief few seconds, was holding out her tit, in a crowded pub, so that Jerry could dip his head down and take her nipple between his lips.

Steve reclined in his chair with his arm across the back; the huge grin on his face said everything that the whole room needed to know, but no one was looking at them. All the other people in the pub were engrossed in their own little inconsequential conversations. The music played on in the background.

Angela moaned as soon as Jerry’s lips surrounded her nipple. But only the five of them noticed. The piped music from the speaker systems seemed to flow around a bubble of silence of their own making.

Angela swallowed as the pleasure flowed through her. “Suck it hard,” she told him.

She looked up at Matt, who was staring intently in her direction. His gaze was on the other breast that was still hidden from view. He wished he were telepathic and, as if by magic, Angela dipped her hand into her dress and extracted her other tit. She looked in Matt’s direction first and then levelled a stare towards Sabrina, daring her to say a word.

Sabrina stared in Angela’s direction, unable to come to terms with what was happening before her very own eyes. All the signs associated with disbelief flowed over her face when she saw her husband, Matt, sit beside Angela. This shouldn’t be happening, thought Sabrina.

With Matt’s face getting closer to Angela’s left breast, and with his left hand ready to cup her tit and squeeze it and bring it towards his mouth, and with his tongue outstretched, he flicked her nipple, made it harder, and then sucked on it.

“Bite the little fucker,” Angela instructed Matt.

Sabrina looked on in astonishment. She hadn’t given her permission for him to join Angela; she hadn’t said that he could suck on her tit. This wasn’t part of the scene that she envisaged when she decided to have a friendly get-together down the pub on a Saturday evening with her best friend, and why was Steve unbuttoning his trousers? Why was Angela stroking the bulge in Jerry’s pants? And why were her legs opening to the smooth caress of her husband's hand, the one that had discarded her tit, and glided over the lace stocking tops and onto her bare skin?

Sabrina noticed Steve’s cock shoot upright as soon as it was released from its prison. It was an exemplary token of manhood by anyone's standards. And yet, there was an element of disgust flowing through her. She didn’t understand why he was doing this.

Sabrina noticed Angela lick her lips as soon as Steve’s throbbing redness emerged. She saw a feral mask descend over her face, a need that filled her eyes. Sabrina could see that Angela was egging Steve on, and to bring his bulbous head towards her so that she could suck on it. When Sabrina looked between Angela’s open thighs, she could see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers and that her slick and smooth pussy was leaking profusely, simply because her husband's finger was inside it. And her left leg was far too comfortable being draped over her husband’s thigh. What’s more, Sabrina could see her husband’s hard-on develop at a rapid pace.

What made Sabrina gasp was the sudden reach of Angela’s hand to stroke the rod of steel in her husband’s pants.

Glancing around the room to see if anyone else had noticed was fruitless. Everyone else was oblivious to the scene unfolding in their little corner of the world. And then she noticed it. Everyone in the pub shivered. All together. All at the same time. As if the whole pub was pushed five centimetres in one direction, and left to bounce back. The ambient noise crackled, and the lights took a sudden downturn in brightness before restoring themselves.

No, this shouldn’t be happening. They shouldn’t be doing this, not in this pub? How could Angela be so sexually blatant? Sabrina never thought of her best friend as a slut, but she was certainly acting like one. This was not the direction this evening should take. This was not…

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The evening dinner had come to its natural conclusion, and everybody retired to the lounge. Angela dumped her ass in the middle of the sofa and was quickly paired with Jerry on one side and Steve on the other. Sabrina sat on a low stool on the other side of the coffee table, and Matt was busy pouring drinks in the dining room.

The conversation flowed, but this time there was no mention of Angela’s tattoo, which, of course, she hadn't actually had done. Matt handed Angela her Gin and Tonic and a bottle of Premium Lager each for Steve and Jerry. Matt went back to the dining room to retrieve a large glass of red wine for Sabrina and a lager for himself. He stood next to Sabrina and joined the conversation.

It was boring. Jerry and Steve seemed on his side; they didn’t want to talk about the weather, the country's recent political upheaval, or the rising cost of living. Matt was more interested in the rising of Angela’s skirt as she wriggled on the sofa, and standing near the bookcases gave him a much better view of her wonderful thighs over the top of his wife’s head. For a moment, he thought she realised what he was staring at, because she shifted in such a way as to extend his gaze all the way to her stocking tops. Her laughter disguised the movement, but to Matt it seemed obvious.

The night was progressing so well when the conversation changed to babies. Sabrina was confessing that she had thought it was time perhaps to start a family. Matt’s eyes opened wide; it was the first he had heard of it. Angela smiled, shook her head, bit her lip and stared at Sabrina.

“Why are you smiling?” Sabrina asked.

Sabrina shook her head. “No reason.” Angela turned to Steve and placed her hand on his thigh. “A little bird tells me that you have some good news to tell us?”

“There must be a reason?” Interjected Sabrina. Angela levelled her gaze back at Sabrina.

“Well, don’t you have to practice fucking a lot before starting a family?”

Sabrina stared at her friend, unable to comprehend the words that just came out of her mouth. She understood the words, but they weren’t the ones she expected to hear. She expected words like ‘how wonderful’ and ‘that’s great news.’ She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Sabrina glanced at Steve and then Jerry, before turning her head to look up at Matt.

“We fuck, don’t we?”

Matt nodded. “Now and then, yes,” he replied. It wasn’t the reply Sabrina had hoped for, and the conversation clearly needed to end. She was getting embarrassed, not only by her friend's accusations but also by Matt seeming to uphold them.

Angela leaned forward in her seat. “Bet you don’t fuck as I do,” she intimated.

Sabrina’s head twitched. She shook it in an attempt to clear the fog of disgust, but it wouldn’t clear quickly enough. She shook her head once more as if that would put an end to the way the conversation was going.

“How do you fuck?” Steve asked.

Sabrina put her hand up to try and stop the conversation, but it was pointless.

Angela looked from Jerry to Steve and then to Matt. She stared at Sabrina and smiled.

“Generally I like to fuck three men at once. Each hole filled. Nothing left to the imagination with all three of them making this whore moan.”

Angela started to unbutton her blouse. Pop by pop the buttons, and the loopholes parted company, and soon she was peeling her white frilly top from her shoulders.

“I also like to have my tits sucked while I fuck, and having two men suck on them at the same time makes me delirious. I’ve been known to cum by just having my tits sucked.” Her eyes closed and then opened again.

Both Steve and Jerry dived in and took a breast each. They sucked avidly on her nipples, each of them vying to be the first to make her climax.

“It’s just so wonderful being filled by two cocks at once,” Angela confessed, though Sabrina was no longer listening.

Matt looked at his wife, who was staring at her friend, her head shaking slightly from side to side. And yet it seemed they were not the target of her stare.

Matt couldn’t take his eyes off the three of them. It wasn’t long before Steve and Jerry started to remove their trousers to reveal two rather engorged cocks ready for action.

Matt turned to put his drink on the bookshelf and adjust the uncomfortable growth in the trouser department, but when he turned back, it seemed like the three of them went into some kind of fast-forward. Angela was completely naked on the sofa with hands stroking erect cocks. Each hand acted synchronously, stopping at the ridge just behind their bell-ends before stroking all the way back down. Her legs were draped over theirs, and their hands plying the flesh of her thighs and pussy while they sucked on her nipples.

“Are you going to bring your cock over here and join us?” She asked Matt.

Matt looked at his wife, who was staring into the middle distance, somewhere between the edge of the coffee table and Angela. Her body wobbled from side to side. He couldn’t control his excitement, and quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving his raging hard-on to spring free.

Angela smiled and swung her body over Steve’s lap, wrenching her pussy away from Jerry’s fingers. She lifted his dick so that it pointed towards her ass and sank on it. She moaned out loud as the intrusion impaled her ass. She cupped her own breasts and tweaked her nipples with the grin on her face, highlighting her pleasure.

“Fill me up, guys,” she said.

Looking at Sabrina briefly, she instructed Matt to fuck her juiced-up cunt. He looked at his wife as he moved to the other side of the coffee table, and then at Angela before half kneeling on the sofa, and presenting his dick to her open folds. Jerry pushed himself up the sofa and, while resting his ass on the top, presented his stiff dick to Angela’s lips.

“I love cocks, lots of cocks,” she said.

She wasn’t slow on the uptake, and before Matt had shoved all of his dick inside her, her mouth was full of hot, throbbing cock. She sucked avidly on his bell-end, willing his spunk to shoot from the end and fill her throat and mouth. She wiggled and rolled her bottom in an attempt to make the dicks thrill her insides.

Steve lay motionless below the weight of their bodies, and it was therefore up to Matt to fuck his cock into Angela at some pace, relishing the feel of her silky sheath and feeling his climax build. He knew it wouldn’t take him long because, being married, he never had the chance to practice that much. And yet it was Steve, whose cock was being squeezed by Angela’s tight ass, who shouted he was cumming first, almost in unison with Angela, who was babbling away incoherently with a mouthful of dick. The only words Matt understood were, “fuck-me-fuck-me hard,” coming out of her mouth in one verbal stream when she removed Jerry’s dick to suck in some much-needed air.

Steve’s hands came around her body and squeezed both of her breasts as he spurted inside her tight little hole. Matt kept up the motion, allowing his cock to piston in and out like an express train. He grabbed her hips and ass and promptly let loose. His spunk shot into her juicy little cunt, which was by then dribbling a river of girl juice onto the cushion, her legs shaking in the process.

Throughout the fuck and the grunting she kept up solid strokes on Jerry’s shaft while sucking the head of his dick and even swallowing it now and then. She got her reward, every ounce of it as she shook on Matt’s dick pounding into her and filling her cunt at the same time.

Angela swallowed most of Jerry’s cum, but savoured some in her mouth. She liked to play with it and relish the taste, and for some reason, Jerry’s tasted sweet. Matt pulled out of her, allowing a stream of sticky fluid to join his dick and her twat before it broke in two. The rest dribbled over her thigh.

Matt couldn’t believe his luck as he looked on the threesome still gasping for breath on the sofa. He finally turned to look at Sabrina only to find her staring at nothing in particular. It was as if she had stalled, being unable to move or say anything.

Her head suddenly twitched to one side. The room seemed to move in one direction and rebound; a glass fell to the floor, spilling the drink onto the carpet when he stepped back and hit the coffee table. He moved forward in an attempt to stuff his sperm coated cock into Angela’s mouth one last time when the light in the room faded…

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Matt and Sabrina said goodbye to Angela, Jerry and Steve as they left the restaurant. They had had a lovely evening, a great meal and a wonderful catch-up. They hadn’t seen each other for a whole six months, and it was much needed. Laughter seemed to fill the room much to the disgrace of the other diners. Not that anyone complained, though.

Angela and Sabrina hugged before they parted. Angela passed Sabrina onto Matt, leaving him to thread his arm through his somewhat inebriated wife’s arm to lead her home. Angela got into the taxi she had ordered and, with the door still open, offered Steve and Jerry a nightcap at hers if they were interested. They were.

For some reason Matt felt a little left out, but he had duties to perform.

The short walk home was eventful. They wobbled from side to side when Sabrina lurched in one direction from the uneven pavement. Fortunately, Matt was sober enough to prevent her from falling, and they clambered up the few steps of their home without having sustained any serious injuries. He propped her against the door while he searched for his key.

He parked her on the bottom step of the stairs briefly while he placed their coats on the coat rack. Picking Sabrina up, he manhandled her upstairs to bed, undressed her as best he could and let her collapse onto the bed. The duvet was draped over her, and he looked on in wonderment at how quickly those last couple of glasses of red wine caused her undoing.

Sabrina started snoring almost immediately.

He stripped out of his clothes and eventually joined her, but without being tired. With the duvet pushed down, he started to flick his nipples. It was one of those new sensations he had found when he played with himself. His cock responded, twitched and grew a little as he flicked and pinched them.

Sabrina turned a little, and the snoring stopped. He contemplated spooning into her, pushing his cock into the groove of her ass, in a vain attempt at penetration, but he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere. She was out of it.

His hand eventually rested on his cock. He fondled it. Pulled at it, twisted it until it expanded. He turned away from his wife and started to fist his cock underneath the sheets, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could.

Fantasies invaded his mind, specifically involving Angela. For some reason, he had a fixation on her large breasts and would give his right arm to suck on them despite her being his wife’s best friend. He pulled on his dick, stopping at the edge of the crown before going back down. With his other hand, he stroked his smooth balls, circled them and tugged at them.

Sabrina moved, Matt held his breath, and then she started snoring again.

Matt let a finger explore his nether regions, stroking at the sensitive skin between his ass and balls. His other hand tugged at his cock with images of Angela on all fours being fucked from behind while he watched her breasts swing on the bed. He didn’t know who was doing the fucking, not that it mattered.

He envied Steve and Jerry for still being single and able to do whatever they wanted. He remembered them getting in the car with her. Suddenly, his mind exploded with so many dirty thoughts of the three of them that he couldn’t contain them. The burst from his mind like a kaleidoscope of colours.

His cock was stiffer than ever. His left hand came upon his nipple, and he pinched it. The thought of Steve and Jerry double-teaming Angela sprang into his mind, and once there, the scene unfolded. All he could see was a wanton hussy of a woman getting screwed from behind and taking a lengthy cock down her throat. He wanted to be on the end of that spit-roast, but he was here, with his wife, snoring away next to him; his cock was rampant and needed urgent release.

Suddenly, his body replaced Jerry, and he imagined it was his cock down Angela’s throat, and in his mind he held her head steady while he fucked his cock into her mouth. She was loving every inch of it.

“Come on, girl, suck on it, make me cum,” the words almost made it into real sound, not that Sabrina would have heard. “That’s it, take my cock down your throat.”

His hand jerked his dick into submission, his fingers pulled at his nipple. He imagined his hand on the back of Angela’s head as she thrashed on the bed between him and Steve, or was it, Jerry. Who cared.

Matt straightened his legs; the action always made his climax quicken. He could feel the throb in his cock get wilder, and he could feel his spunk rise. He almost lifted his back off the bed in ecstasy as he spurted all down Angela’s throat. Pulling back, he let his spunk pool into her mouth. There was so much cum everywhere. Even Steve had pulled his cock out of her cunt and was spraying her back with white man juice.

She was such a wanton slut, such a good girl, such a wonderful woman to take all this attention and then want more.

Spunk oozed from his cock and over his hand, and just as quickly as the threesome unfolded, it faded into the background of satiated lust, leaving Matt with a load of cum dribbling over his fingers. He pulled the duvet back, lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the guilty pleasure from his fingers.

It should have been Angela sucking that up, he thought, or even his wife. He would have been happy with either.

Sabrina was oblivious to what had happened and would have zero memory of the night's events come morning.

More spunk dribbled out and was devoured. Eventually he got out of bed to go to the loo.

When he got back, he pulled the duvet over him and slid back under the covers. He turned towards Sabrina. He placed his hand over her waist and onto her breast. There was no response. Nothing. He turned back to his side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Wondering what Jerry, Steve and Angela were really doing, though concentrating more on Angela and her heavy, milky white breasts.

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Sabrina started snoring loudly.

No! No! No! Thought, Matt, please don’t let this be reality.