My fingers typed out the hasty message, “Something came up. You’ll have to take an Uber. Sorry.” I hesitated before sending it, knowing he would be disappointed, but felt sure that what I had planned would make up for it.

Chris’s flight was due home in two hours. He’d been gone four long weeks for work, which was fairly routine by now. When he was seated on the plane, I would always send him flirty texts telling him what I was going to do to him when he landed, along with the occasional naughty picture, with the hopes of making him hard.

He never disappointed! I would be waiting for him when he walked through the airport doors. I’d grab his hand and pull him towards the private family washroom. We’d barely have the door closed before he was pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants. I would always wear a skirt with no underwear beneath it - we didn’t want to waste a single second!

Before the baggage carousel even started, he would have fucked me fast and furiously. Then after picking up his luggage, we would go home and take our time pleasuring each other all night. That was our usual “welcome home”.

But not today.

Today I had decided to change things up and give him a welcome he would never forget. Hopefully, it wouldn’t backfire. I sent the text that would put my plan in motion, then turned my phone off, knowing Chris would have questions. I packed a bag with a few essentials and then headed out the door.

When Chris walked through the doors of the airport, his eyes scanned the room, hoping I was just teasing him, but he soon realized it wasn’t a joke. He booked an Uber and made his way home, expecting to find me there. He was disappointed again, thinking that maybe I’d be sprawled out on the bed waiting for him. Now he was starting to worry.

Checking his phone, he found my last location was at our cottage, a thirty-minute drive away. He got in his car and made his way there, just as I knew he would.

When he pulled up, he was surprised to see three vehicles in the yard - mine, his friend Jack’s, and his friend Connor’s. Immediately Chris thought there must have been a problem at the cottage - Jack was a carpenter, and Connor was a plumber. It made perfect sense to him.

But he was wrong.

Chris expected to find us gathered in the kitchen or bathroom fixing something. But we were nowhere to be found. He walked in further and heard noises coming from upstairs. Slowly making his way up the stairs, he stopped to listen. He could hear the voice of Amy, Jack’s wife, saying something indistinct, along with slapping and muffled voices.

With his mind beginning to swirl, Chris silently made his way up the rest of the stairs, his heart beginning to pound in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat with the anticipation of what he was about to find.

Standing in the doorway unnoticed, he swallowed hard as his eyes drank in what was happening in front of him. For a moment his world stopped spinning. His pulse was deafening in his ears as the world around him ceased to exist. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His fists clenched. His cock hardened instantly.

We had been fantasizing a lot lately about having sex with another couple, with Jack and Amy being heavily featured in those fantasies. They had been friends of ours for the past 10 years, ever since they moved into our subdivision. We clicked instantly and started spending lots of time together.

Amy was a cute blonde with mid-length hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a genuine smile, but it was her perfectly shaped D-cup breasts that fuelled men’s desires. Her husband Jack was the envy of many men, and he knew it.

Jack was a medium height, with dark brown hair, smouldering brown eyes, and the kind of smile that should come with a sound effect. His most remarkable feature was his tattoos, which stretched all the way up his left arm and over his shoulder and chest.

There was always a flirty undertone when we were with them, and after a few drinks, with lowered inhibitions, there would usually be a few touches, kisses, looks, which always triggered the fantasies when we got home. We both found them very attractive, and vice versa.

Connor came into our lives as the younger brother of a friend. We had known him since he was a child - he was 15 years younger than us. He was tall with curly sandy brown hair (and moustache), blue eyes and dimples so deep you could lose a marble in them. His broad shoulders and strong arms could make women swoon.

He got married at a young age, despite the warnings we all gave him. He was blind to all the red flags, and in true Connor form, jumped in with both feet. Three years later, he finds himself in the middle of a crushing divorce. We often remark that he needs a real good fucking.

So Chris stood at the door, watching me on all fours as Jack pumped into me from behind, Connor slid his cock into my mouth, and Amy lay on her back, sideways beneath me, sucking my dangling DD tits. Connor’s right hand was finger fucking Amy’s soaking pussy.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Chris slid his zipper down to release his throbbing cock. He began to stroke, matching the pace set by Jack as he plunged deep inside of me. Hearing the moans and grunts and sloshing intensify, he knew we were all getting close to orgasming. He stepped silently into the room, only noticed by Connor, until he was standing beside Jack.

As the first orgasm overtook me, my convulsions on Jack’s cock pushed him over the edge, which in turn led to Connor spraying his load of cream deep into my throat. Meanwhile, Amy was trembling with the effects of Connor’s long fingers. Chris sprayed his cum all over my back as both Connor and Jack slipped out of me.

We were all left breathless and spent, the sound of our laboured breathing heavy in the air. Nobody spoke.

Chris was the first to move, coming around to the other side of the bed to stand in front of me. For a moment I panicked, thinking he was going to be mad at me. Instead, he stepped forward, offering me his cock to suck, which I did with all the love and familiarity that twenty years together can afford.

My tongue followed every ridge, making sure to find every crease and fold. He lovingly grabbed my hair, taking control of every stroke I made. I could feel him stiffen in my mouth, harder than I can ever remember him being. I think he liked his surprise!

Suddenly, Chris withdrew his throbbing cock from my mouth and moved to swing Amy’s legs over the side of the bed so that he could line his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed his cock along her thighs, coating it in her juices before pushing into her abyss.

As I watched Chris’s cock disappearing into Amy, I felt Connor behind me, pulling me towards him and rolling me onto my back. He rubbed his hard cock along my wet slit, tickling my clit before sliding his big thick cock inside of me. I moaned loudly as he stretched me open even more than before.

Jack stood quietly in the corner, slowly stroking his cock as he watched Amy and me getting pounded. The room was filled with the sound of sloshing and slapping, moans and groans, huffing and puffing.

Chris was the first to surrender to the pleasure, emptying his balls into Amy. Watching him succumb was more than I could bear. My body began to tremble as Connor pushed me to my release, his own following in fast order. As his spent cock slipped out of me, I could feel his cum trickling along my slit.

The four of us lay on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs, our bodies hot and sticky and super-sensitive to touch. I thought that perhaps this was where the evening would end. I was mistaken.

Jack came to kneel on the bed between Amy and me, his cock hard and throbbing from all his stroking. He placed one hand on Amy’s soft pink nipple, and one hand on my dark rosy brown one. His fingers began to play, tease, twist and pull until we were both writhing beneath his touch.

Letting his hands drift to our sides, Jack rolled Amy and me towards each other. We were lying opposite ways on the bed, so my head was lined perfectly with Amy’s breasts, as hers was with mine. I softly brushed my tongue over her hard nub, and she let out a soft moan as her lips closed over mine.

I felt a finger slide into my sodden cunt and begin to pump in and out. I couldn’t tell if it was Connor or Jack. It really didn’t matter whose it was. I just didn’t want it to stop. Lost in my own world, I was aware of the voices and movement around me, but wasn’t paying attention.

All too soon, I felt Chris’s familiar hands pulling me to him. He was now lying across the centre of the bed on his back, wanting me to ride him. I crawled on top of him, straddling him as his cock found its way home.

I was surprised when I felt Connor crawling behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. The force pushed me forward as he slid in slowly. The feeling of two cocks rubbing against each other inside me was overwhelming. Chris and I had fantasized about it, but the reality was far different than what I had expected. It took me a few minutes to adjust and relax enough to really enjoy it.

Not being one to be left out, Jack stood on the floor in front of me, rubbing his cock on my cheeks every time I was thrust forward until I opened my mouth and sucked him in. My moans vibrated against his shaft as my teeth grazed his thick shaft

My body was being thoroughly fucked. Every hole was filled. Goosebumps covered my flesh as I began to tremble with a powerful orgasm. I felt the salty taste of Jack’s cream as it splattered against the back of my throat. I felt Chris’s cock swell and throb and then explode deep inside of me. Then Connor unloaded deep in my ass as I clenched him tightly.

It was like an out-of-body experience. The night we had fantasized about had finally come true. As we lay there in a tangle of limbs, Chris caught my eye as he mouthed the words “Thank you!”.

I smiled up at him and whispered back, “Welcome home.”