He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He pulled up to the house and double checked the address. Definitely the right place, and there was the red jeep they said would be parked in the driveway. Nothing to do now but to see what they had in store for him.

It had started casually enough; he had been waiting for his friend Mark to meet up with him at the bar after work. They tried to get together at least once a month, but lately Mark had been stuck late at work, and he was starting to suspect there was more than “work” keeping him late. “Good for him,” he thought. Finally, as he was finishing his drink, he got a text.

“Running late, sorry man… rain check, but next round is on me.”

At this rate, Mark owed him about 3 rounds, but who was counting?

As he was about to polish off his whisky, he got distracted by the knockout brunette who sat down next to him. She was curvy in all the right ways. She had hips that wouldn’t quit, firm breasts standing at full attention, and a dress that had to have been painted on her.

He did his best not to stare, but when he took another sip and stole another glance, he noticed that her companion was also sitting down next to her. He was slightly taller and quite muscular, also well-dressed. He was clean-shaven, on both his face and his head, which seemed to accentuate his muscle tone. He had soft brown eyes, a contrast to his otherwise chiseled physique. He looked like the kind of guy a bombshell like her would be out with. A quick third glance confirmed they were likely married, as they both had wedding rings on.

“Hey, stranger, how’s it going?” the handsome husband asked, returning his gaze.

He had never been shy, and something about the smile they both gave him instantly put him at ease.

“It was going well till my friend cancelled on me. Had to ‘work late’ again, but I’m pretty sure ‘working late’ probably means he’s getting his dick wet and leaving me here at the bar.”

“Well, good thing we showed up then,” the husband said.

“You looked lonely all by your lonesome over here; we thought we’d join you. What are you drinking?” the wife asked.

Her tone was gentle, but conveyed a sense of authority. Even though her husband looked like he could bench press his own weight, she seemed to be in charge of things.

“Knob Creek, neat,” he said back. He thought he had more words, but her blue eyes held his attention and seemed to suggest that she wanted to know more than what he was drinking.

“Bartender, would you be a dear and get us 3 more of what this gentleman is having? You can start me a tab,” she said, and handed over her credit card.

Start a tab? He was impressed; she really did wear the pants.

“Thanks, that was unnecessary, but very much appreciated.”

“Our pleasure. Besides, now we aren’t strangers, we’re just new friends,” she said as she handed him a glass.

“To new friends,” Hubby chimed in, giving a sly smile and clinking their glasses together.

He was starting to feel that first drink kicking in. Imagine his luck that this beautiful couple would plop down and buy him a drink.

The first round turned into a second; this time, the round was on him. The chit chat had turned into a long and winding conversation, touching on topics as diverse as the upcoming Olympics, who could and couldn’t curl their tongue, and the best place in town to get Thai food (which they all agreed was clearly the ‘Queen of Thai’). By round three, they had moved to a booth, and the conversation had taken a more flirty tone.

“You know, when we first sat down, you could have been more discreet,” she said to him out of nowhere.

He was taken aback. “What do you mean?” But he knew exactly what she meant.

“Well, you were kinda eye-fucking her from the moment she sat down,” Hubby said, then quickly added, “which is understandable. Just look at you, you look stunning tonight.”

She smiled and kissed him, and not just any kiss, a deep, passionate kiss. When she pulled back from him, he could have sworn someone brushed his leg.

“And after you realized I wasn’t alone, your eyes wandered all over Hubs here… took us a minute to figure out if you were into guys or girls.” She looked him in the eyes and paused, implying that they were looking for an answer.

“Okay, you caught me,” he said. “I was just about to roll out, then these two beautiful and friendly folks sat down next to me. What’s a bisexual guy, sitting all by his lonesome, supposed to do but get an eyeful of you both?”

“Good answer,” she said, those eyes looking deep into his soul, serious as a heart attack. “See, I thought you were going to just be into me, but you’ve been a perfect gentleman, and I couldn’t help but notice that your eyes were lingering on us both, especially after that 3rd whisky.”

“I feel very seen,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, you were seen. She spotted you from across the bar and insisted we sit down with you. She’s got an intuition for these things,” her husband chimed in.

He felt another foot touch him under the table, but this was clearly his much larger foot, and it pressed against his leg as if daring him to say what was on his mind.

“Well, what kind of things does she have an intuition for? Finding lonely bi-guys at the bar?”

“Oh, honey, I have an intuition for sexy bi-guys who look like they could fuck our brains out.”

He nearly choked on his drink, but quickly composed himself. It was very apparent that the flirting wasn’t his imagination anymore.

“Well, the two of you look like a bi fantasy, so I assume I’ll be waking up from this dream before I get the chance,” he said, praying that wasn’t actually the case.

The husband just chuckled to himself, then swallowed the last of his drink.

“Oh, that sounds like a nightmare,” she said, feigning exasperation. “What kind of friends would we be if we just disappeared?” With that, she grabbed a bar napkin and jotted down two phone numbers.

“We’re going to Uber home. It’s been a long week, but it was more than a pleasure to meet you tonight. And, if you still think we look like your fantasy, text us in the morning, okay?”

He did his best not to look surprised, but clearly he failed. “Thanks,” was all he could get out.

“No, thank you; we had a great night. Seriously, text us in the morning. We should hang out again soon,” the husband said with a smile and a wink.

They said some pleasantries, and he assured them he’d reach out. As they stood up, she gave him a full top-to-bottom eye-fucking. “I hope I’m not being too forward with you, but I’m a very physical person,” and leaned in for a hug. He felt her arms wrap around his waist, lower than a ‘friendly’ hug, and grab his ass with both hands.

He melted at that touch, and as he looked her in the eyes, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Text us, okay?” It was a command more than a question.

“Of course,” was all he could get out. He went to shake hands with her husband, but he went in for a hug as well, and felt a much larger and stronger hand grab his ass this time. As he pulled back, the husband just winked at him again and said goodnight.

He texted them the next morning, after waking up with a hard-on thinking about that goodbye kiss. Then, after a few days of flirty texts and a picture of the two of them in their underwear, he finally got the text he was hoping for from the wife:

“You free tonight at 8? Our place, totally casual, maybe we can have another drink and get to know each other a little better.”

And now, here he was, right at 8 as agreed, feeling confident. He wasn’t naïve; this was clearly a booty call, and he was the booty. He had been hard all afternoon just thinking about it. They were both so sexy, and her confidence drove him crazy. And something about the husband’s laid-back calmness put him at ease. He wasn’t sure what to expect on the other side of that door, but he was dying to find out.

As he was about to knock on the door, the lights flipped on, and they both greeted him. They were each wearing silky robes, which hugged her curves and accentuated his bulging muscles.

“Hi, come on in! We just opened a bottle of wine. You want a glass?” she said.

He went in and gladly accepted a glass of wine. They had a big sectional couch in the living room that they all sat down on, the two of them spooning on one side, and him on the other.

“Make yourself at home, man,” her husband said. “Bathroom is the first door on the left down the hall, and the fridge is stocked if you get hungry or thirsty.”

“You guys are quite the hosts, but I feel like I might be overdressed,” he said, having another long sip of wine.

“I don’t think that will be a problem for long,” she said, giving him another soul-piercing look.

He was speechless for a moment, then mustered up his confidence, “I’d be lying if I wasn’t hoping you’d say that.” As he said it, he met her gaze and felt a power swell in him, and blood swell in his cock.

She met his gaze and held it. “I’ll get right to it; no sense beating around the bush. As you probably guessed, our intentions with you are less than pure.”

“I gathered that.”

“We are both bi, and we enjoy the company of others. Always together, never alone.”

“That sounds like a sexy marriage,” he said as he glanced at Hubby, who had a big goofy grin and was clearly feeling his wife up over her robe. His left hand cupped one of her breasts while his right hand held her hip.

“We have a very sexy marriage, and from time to time we invite people to enjoy it with us. We both agreed, you are very much our type. However, there are a few ground rules. Are you still interested?”

“You haven’t scared me away yet.”

“Well then, hopefully this won’t scare you either. We enjoy the power dynamic of dom/sub sex, and as you might have guessed, I’m the dom, and he’s my sissy little cuck when I want him to be.”

Her husband’s smile widened even more. “Sure am. I am a good boy who does as he’s told.”

“Still not scaring me away,” he said with a laugh. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he put on his best poker face.

“However, I occasionally like to give up my power to someone whom I feel deserves it. That’s where you come in. We’d like you to dom us both. We consent to whatever you want us to do to you, or to each other. We want you to make us your fuck-toys for the night. Scaring you off yet?”

He paused to process this for a moment, then looked each of them in the eyes and nodded in agreement.

“Good, I’m glad you’re not running away yet, because hopefully by the time you're done with us, no one will have the energy to run.” As she said it, she untied her robe and let it slip open in the front. She was wearing a red lace bra and matching thong panties. He could see a wet spot already forming on them.

“We do have a few limits, and we want to hear yours before we go any further,” she continued. “One, this is only sex, no romance. Friendship preferred, but we are each other’s partners outside of the bedroom and have no interest in a throple or anything like that. Clear?”

“Understood, friends with benefits, got it,” he said.

“Two, spanking us, light biting, and maybe even a little restraint play are fine, but no getting too rough. Bruises are sexy on some folks, but they’re not our thing.”

Again, he nodded in agreement. His mind started to race, thinking about what to say.

“Third, anal is definitely on the table, for both of us, but be a gentleman and at least let us know first so we can relax and enjoy it.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Fourth, Hubby here has a praise kink, and when I give up control, I like to be an absolute cum-slut. I will beg you for things, but you are not obligated, or even encouraged, to give me what I want. At least not right away. Feel free to make me work for it. I want to earn your attention and your cum.”

A big smile came over his face as he realized this was really happening. He continued to nod silently and took another long drag of his wine.

“Lastly, we have a safe word, ‘pineapple’, which means everyone pauses immediately. It doesn’t mean we are done playing, but it means we need to pause and collect ourselves. Are you okay with all of that?”

He felt his dominant energy flowing through his veins. The permission to use this beautiful couple as his own personal sexual fantasy was intoxicating.

“I am more than okay with all of that,” he said confidently, instinctively biting his lower lip, eyes darting between her open robe and his strong hands caressing her.

Her husband spoke up, “What about you? What are your limits, or preferences, or whatnot?”

He thought for a moment, making sure to choose his words wisely.

“First, I’m going to need you both to lose the robes,” he said as confidently as he could muster. Without hesitation, they both smiled and stood up, shrugging off their robes. Her body was the definition of an hourglass, hips for days with C, maybe even D cup breasts popping out of her red bra. Her husband was as muscular as he had fantasized about, with some chest hair for good measure. It was a nice contrast to his clean-shaven face and head. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that appeared to be a size too small, and his cock was bulging in them. They lay back down on the couch, with her resting her back against his chest, his hands now working their way down to her thighs, gently petting them, and occasionally brushing his knuckles against the wet spot on her panties.

“Very good. I’m glad that you are both so good at following directions.” He wasn’t sure where this dominant energy was coming from, but it was intoxicating.

“Two, when we play like this, you will both address me as Sir. I will be addressing you as ‘my sluts’, or Wifey and Hubs. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” they both said in unison, using their best flirty, seductive voices.

“Third, if you do as you're told, Sir will be very generous and make sure that you are taken care of; however, if you are bratty, Sir will have something else in store.”

They both nodded in agreement.

“Good, now here is what I need you both to do. Hubs, you sit over on this end of the couch, next to me. Wifey, I need you to slide those panties off and show me how you touch yourself. You’re not to stop until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She turned around, her beautiful, plump ass facing him. Her thong straps were riding on top of her hips, accentuating her ass cheeks, the thong disappearing between them only to reappear between her thighs.

She bent down at the waist, hooked each of her thumbs in the straps of the thong, and slowly pulled them down, exposing herself to him and making sure he could see both her lovely holes. She had a tiny little asshole that begged to be fingered, and her pussy was pink and swollen from her obvious excitement. When she got to her ankles, she paused for dramatic effect and spread her legs just a little wider. “Is this good, Sir?”

“That’s very good, but your instructions were that I want you to play with your pussy for me.”

With that, she stood back up, spread herself on the couch, her back against the armrest, one leg up on the sofa, the other still on the floor. Her pussy was spread wide. She had thick labia lips that pushed out on either side of her slit. They were glistening from her wetness, begging to be tasted. She gently slid her middle finger over her pussy, and slowly worked it between her wet lips. He could hear the wetness as she started to play with herself, and he could smell her sweet scent from across the couch. She was waxed, other than a small tuft of hair just above her clit. The view was driving him wild. He hadn’t noticed Hubs sit down next to him on the couch, or put his arm around his shoulders.

She looked him in the eyes, her finger working her clit, “Is this better, Sir?”

As he watched her finger herself, he put a hand on Hubby’s thigh and started to rub his rippling muscles. Hubs moaned slightly at the touch. Sir felt bold and empowered, and began rubbing his hands on the outside of Hubs' bulging underwear.

Sir stood up, eyes going back and forth between the goddess, fingering herself for his pleasure, and the stud with the bulging cock waiting to be told what to do.

Sir unbuttoned his shirt and slid off his pants. Normally, with a new partner, he made more of a show, but he had work to do. He left his underwear on. He had worn his gayest pair, not quite a banana hammock, but not far off. He felt strong and confident standing here in this couple’s living room, thinking about what he wanted to do with them, to them, and for them.

“Mmm, you look much more comfortable, Sir. Now you aren’t overdressed,” she said in her best flirty voice. Her middle finger was now alternating between finger-fucking her hole and playing with her swollen clit.

Without saying a word, he went over to her, putting one hand gently on her throat, not choking her, but making sure she knew he was in charge of her. This made her start to shake slightly; he sensed she was close to cumming.

With his other hand, Sir grabbed her wrist and moved it away from her swollen pussy. She whimpered and looked up at him, begging him with her eyes. He then slid his middle and index fingers between her wet pussy lips and started to alternate between playing with her clit, and fingering her tight hole. As he did this, he heard Hubby start to moan.

When he turned to look at Hubby, his hand was in his underwear, starting to jerk himself off.

“Excuse me, did I say you could play with yourself? I’m pretty sure I just told you to sit over there,” Sir said firmly, but with a reassuring smile.

Hubby blushed a little and removed his hands. “Sorry, Sir, won’t happen again.”

His wife clearly liked watching him get put in his place, because the next time he slid his fingers inside her, she clenched down on him. She grabbed his chin, making him look her in the eye while she showed him how tight she could squeeze his fingers. He leaned in for a kiss, and their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Sir started finger fucking her, slowly at first, quickly finding her G-spot. Suddenly, she let out a gasp in his mouth as her pussy clenched down on him. He felt her juices coat his hand. She was gasping for air and shaking as the intensity of her first orgasm pulsed through her.

Before pulling his fingers out, Sir leaned down, took his hand from her throat and put it behind her head. He pulled her in close for another deep, sensual kiss. He could feel the pulsing of her orgasm on his other hand, still inside her, fade as he explored her tongue with his own.

He gently pulled his fingers from her wet pussy, his hand glistening. Without saying a word, he walked over to Hubby and pressed the same two fingers inside his mouth.

“Clean her mess up,” Sir ordered. Hubby was more than happy to comply, his strong tongue licking his fingers, then his palm clean. He lapped up her juices, and his cock was nearly popping out of his underwear.

Sir then pulled his fingers out of Hubs' eager mouth and cupped it below his chin. “Spit,” he ordered.

Hubs did as he was told and spit into his hand.

“Good boy,” he whispered.

“Can I please keep touching myself?” Wifey asked from behind him.

“Not yet,” Sir said, without even looking back at her. He reached down and pulled the boxer briefs off and finally freed his throbbing cock without breaking eye contact. He could feel in his hand that Hubby was circumcised, and he figured it was just over 6”. This was exactly what Sir was hoping for: big enough to be fun, but not so big that he would struggle with it. He had never been one for massive cocks, and in this power dynamic, he was glad that he was slightly larger.

Sir didn’t say a word, but he reached down with his spit-covered hand and started slowly stroking Hubby’s hard cock, using the spit to lube up his rock-hard member. As he did, he held Hubby’s gaze and said, “You are not allowed to cum, under any circumstances, until I tell you to. Understood?”

“Of course,” was all Hubs could say in return.

He took his hand off Hubs' cock, and firmly grabbed him by the balls. “You mean, ‘of course, Sir’?”

Hubby whimpered from the sudden grab, and he could hear his wife giggling in the background.

“Yes, Sir, of course, Sir.”

“Good, that’s much better.” With that, Sir released his balls and continued pumping his shaft, making sure to slowly pull from the bottom of his shaft up to the top of the head. He took his other hand and put it behind Hubby’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Hub’s strong tongue was instantly pushing back into his, eager and firm. He couldn’t wait to feel that tongue work its magic in other ways.

Sir looked back at Wifey, who was still spread-eagled on the couch. He instructed her, “Come here, and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, as she stood up and came over next to him. “How can I assist you, Sir?”

He held out his hand under his chin. “I’m getting dry,” he told her. Without hesitation, she grabbed his wrist, pulling Sir’s hand up to her mouth, and gently spit into his hand.

“Good girl. Now, pull his underwear all the way off. I want you to suck and lick his balls for me while I play with this beautiful cock.”

She didn’t even hesitate to respond. Doing as she was told, she slid her way between his rippling thighs and pulled his underwear all the way off. She had both of Hubby’s legs over her shoulders, and he could see her tongue gently caressing each of his balls, one at a time, then putting them both in her mouth. She moaned with his balls in her mouth, and only her beautiful eyes were visible, looking up at them both.

Sir resumed pumping Hubby’s hard shaft and kissing his lips, then his ears, and finally working his way down to his neck.

Each time his hands got dry, he reached down and scooped Wifey’s drool off his balls and kept edging him. He knew he had them both in his control, and he intended to make the best of it.

“Sir, I’m getting close, but I don’t want to cum till you tell me,” Hubby gasped.

Sir instantly stopped pumping his shaft, but held his cock firmly at the base. He smiled, kissed Hubby one more time, and said, “Good boy.”

With that, he stood up without saying another word. Wifey was still sucking on his balls, occasionally licking his thighs and his taint. It was very clear she was a pro, and Sir couldn’t wait to be in her mouth.

He looked back at Hubby, “That was very good, and since you were so good, I want to give you a little show.”

“Thank you, Sir,” was all Hubs could say, clearly trying to compose himself. By now, pre-cum was budding up on the tip of his shaft.

“You can stop licking his balls now,” he told Wifey, and her head popped back up. Anticipation and excitement were clearly on her face.

He grabbed her by the hair, very gently, and gave her a slight tug towards the other end of the couch. She understood and began crawling on all fours, his hands still holding onto her hair. Once they reached the other end of the couch, still on her knees, she put her head down and popped her ass up so they could both see her beautiful ass and pussy. Sir stood over her, enjoying the view.

“That’s a very impressive view, but please sit up on your knees, slut.”

She reacted to his words and popped up to her knees and put both hands on her thighs, looking perfectly obedient. He reached down and unclasped her bra with one hand, and she let it fall to the floor without even flinching.

Her tits were even better than he had imagined, and he had been imagining them non-stop since they first met. They were full and firm, with wide areolas and soft, puffy nipples that were slightly raised.

He reached down and gently rolled her right nipple between his thumb and index finger, feeling it get hard at his touch. He did the same with the other nipple, and she whimpered softly. He could see goosebumps forming on her chest and shoulders.

“I need you to pull my cock out and lick it all over. But under no circumstances are you to put it in your mouth until I tell you. Do you understand?”

She nodded and began pulling his underwear down. His 8” cock popped free, already hard as a rock. She grinned when she saw it.

He looked over at Hubby, who was practically drooling, his eyes going back and forth between Sir’s thick cock, and his wife’s breasts being massaged.

“And you don’t get to touch yourself yet, I want you to focus on your beautiful wife,” Sir instructed.

As he said it, he felt her tongue touch the base of his cock. When he looked down, his cock was over the entire length of her face. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and began licking it along the bottom from the base all the way to the tip in one fluid motion. She swirled her tongue on the head of his cock, then back down the length of him on one side. She kept alternating sides of his cock with her mouth, but never put it in her mouth.

As she was working up to the tip again, he grabbed her head firmly with both hands. “Now you get to put me in your mouth.”

Sir gently pushed his throbbing cock past her lips, into her mouth. She moaned on it as she felt it fill her mouth; the vibration of her moan against his member made his leg shake. He paused, feeling her swirl her expert tongue around the tip of his shaft, tasting his pre-cum as it dripped into her eager mouth.

“Now you can take all of me,” Sir grunted.

Without waiting for another word, she pushed her head forward and swallowed him all the way down to the hilt. He felt her hands on his ass, and she squeezed as she let his cock hit the back of her throat. She held it there for what felt like an eternity, and then pulled back and gasped, drool hanging from her lips, still attached to the head of his cock.

“God, you have such a nice cock, Sir, thank you,” she said, and without another word went back to deep throating him. She paused occasionally to suck on the tip, her tongue constantly in motion.

He could feel his balls tightening, but he did not want this to end, not even close. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her head back. As she looked up at him, he looked deep into her eyes. She had that same penetrating stare that had so disarmed him at the bar.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” she begged.

“Ugh, oh my god,” he heard Hubby grunt from behind him.

“Not just yet. Sit back down on the couch and spread your legs like the good little slut-wife you are.”

She got up off the floor and did as she was told. She sat down on the couch, feet on the floor and legs spread wide. Her pussy was exposed to him, and her eyes were looking into his. She was even more beautiful with drool running down her chin and her mascara already starting to run just a little. She was confident enough, and a little cock-drunk, that she didn’t even bother to wipe the juices off of her. Some of it was already dripping down between her tits and running down to her navel. She lay there on the couch, glistening.

He leaned down and grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs and turning her sideways on the couch. He kept her legs spread, her back and neck against the armrest.

He looked over at Hubby and said, “I need you to come over here and rim me while I taste your wife’s sweetness.” He wasn’t sure if this would be over the line, but neither of them had said that eating ass was out of the question.

Hubs smiled at him, and he quickly crawled over to their end of the couch and started running his strong hands against the back of his legs and up to his ass. His hands were strong, and he was grabbing and massaging his legs and ass.

“Good boy,” Sir said as he felt those strong hands grab his hips, and Hubby was kissing and caressing his thighs and his butt.

Sir leaned down and put his face between Wifey’s thick thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, and it took willpower not to dive straight for her pussy. He decided that she needed to be teased first, so he kissed and nibbled on her thigh, working up till he was nearly to her pussy. She was moaning and begging for him to eat her out.

As he was just about to kiss her other thigh and continue teasing her, he felt his own ass cheeks get spread and a warm, wet feeling pushing against his anus. He wasn’t wrong, Hubby’s tongue knew exactly what it was doing. Any thoughts of continuing to tease her quickly vanished once he felt his own ass being played with.

He moaned softly, directly onto her pussy, the heat of his breath made her flinch, and she involuntarily thrust her hips up. Suddenly, he had her warm, sweet pussy juices in his mouth. He plunged his tongue deep into her hole, getting a mouthful of her juices and savoring how sweet she was. He then slid his tongue between those thick, puffy lips and worked her way up to her clit. He rolled his tongue over her clit, flicking it from the bottom, then from the top, feeling her pulse each time he passed over it. Then he worked his way back down, sucking on each of her labia lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices as they flowed out of her. He could see a stream of her juices running down to her ass.

Hubby paused for a moment to ask if he could stroke Sir’s cock while he rimmed him, which was given instant approval.

Sir was nearly shaking with stimulation. This delicious pussy in his mouth, and a firm hand stroking his cock while his ass continued to be tongue-fucked. Sir slid his middle finger inside her wet snatch and found her G-Spot again.

“Sir, may I cum in your mouth?” she begged

He didn’t answer at first, but instead increased the pressure on her G-spot and started circling her clit with his tongue. Sir’s mind kept bouncing between the taste of her and the pleasure Hubs was giving his cock and ass.

“Sir, I need to cum!” she barked. “Please, Sir, please let me cum in your mouth.” 

“You may.”

As soon as he said it, he could feel her body begin to pulse. She grabbed the back of his head and ground her mound into his lips and tongue, letting wave after wave of orgasm pass over her. He could feel the intensity of her orgasm, and his mouth was flooded with her sweet juices.

As her orgasm finally passed, Sir told Hubby to stop for a moment and get on his knees on the floor next to the couch. His order was met with the usual happy obedience.

Sir crawled up on top of her, his hard cock gently brushing her pussy. He lay his body on top of hers and kissed her deeply, sharing her sweet juices with her. She moaned in his mouth, happily sharing her pussy juices. She even licked the trail off his chin and neck.

While she was cleaning his neck, without saying a word, he slid his cock inside of her. Sir felt her instantly go limp, savoring his big cock finally filling her and submitting to his penetration. She stopped kissing him, looked him in the eyes, “Will you please fuck me now?”

“Not quite yet,” he said and then gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. He pulled completely out of her, leaving her whimpering. He paused briefly to put each of her nipples in her mouth, caressing them with his tongue. They swelled in his mouth. He let his cock brush against her pussy as he did this, but did not penetrate her again.

Sir stood up and walked over to Hubs, who was waiting obediently on his knees next to them on the floor.

Sir put a hand behind Hubby’s head and said to him, “Be a good boy, and tell us how good we both taste.” Sir then plunged his cock into Hubby’s open, eager mouth.

Hubby groaned and did as he was told. Sir turned to her and said, “What a mouth he has, you’re a lucky Wifey”. Hubs eagerly sucked the juices off his cock while he pumped his shaft with one hand, and massaged his balls with the other. He thought it was easily one of the best blowjobs he’d had in quite some time.

“Be a good little cum-slut and finger yourself while you watch,” he said to Wifey, who quickly complied.

“Tell him what a good cock-sucker he is,” Sir told her.

“You’re such a good cocksucker, babe. Do we taste good? You looked so sexy rimming him, it made me cum so hard.”

Hubby continued to suck him off, clearly enjoying the praise of his beautiful hotwife.

Feeling even more empowered by this scene, Sir grabbed Hubby’s shaved head with both hands and started fucking his face, pausing to let him lick the tip of his cock and catch his breath from time to time.

“Fuck, babe, that’s so sexy. You’re being so good, and Sir looks so happy with you,” she said to her husband. She was now finger fucking herself while she watched them.

Finally, as Sir felt his own orgasm getting close, he pulled out and gently smacked Hubby’s face a few times with his now glistening wet cock. Hubby closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, hoping for more.

“Now, you have been an extremely good boy, and as I said earlier, I like to reward good behavior. Now, sit down on the corner of the sectional and spread your legs.”

Hubby did as he was told, not wanting to disappoint.

Sir looked at Wifey, who was zoning out and lost in her own slut-brain while she played with her pussy.

“Be a good wife, and start sucking your husband’s cock. I want to see you give him the same level of attention he just gave me.”

She did as she was told, on all fours on the couch, eagerly licking and sucking on her man’s cock. Occasionally, she stopped to look him in the eyes and tell him how much she loved him.

“Under no circumstances are you to let him cum,” he said sternly. Her head bobbed in agreement, but she did not stop what she was doing.

He had cooled down enough now that he wasn’t nearly as close to cumming. He got behind her and gently started playing with her pussy again. He was running his fingers through her pussy, but not penetrating her. She was getting even wetter, if that was possible, and soon had cum juices dripping down her thigh.

“I’m going to play with both your holes now,” Sir told her.

She didn’t say a word, just spread her legs a little wider and arched her back. He could see her tight little pink asshole, wet and glistening from her pussy juices and Sir’s drool that had flowed down from her wet cunt.

With his left hand, Sir spread her ass wide, and with his right, he began playing with her swollen, wet pussy till his hand was covered in her juices. He slid his middle finger up from her wet pussy and began gently sliding it up along her taint and over her asshole. She shuddered when his finger made contact with it. Sir started making circular motions with his finger around her tight ass, occasionally putting it against the opening and pressing just enough to make her open up and let the tip of his finger in her.

“Thank you, Sir, that feels so good,” she gasped, while catching her breath.

“It looks even better,” he responded.

“You should eat her ass, she goes crazy for it,” Hubby added.

Sir grabbed her other ass cheek with his now soaking wet hand, giving it a playful slap. Her legs spread even wider for him, inviting him to eat her ass.

As he leaned down, he gave her ass cheek a playful bite, then pushed the tip of his tongue against her pretty little hole. She started moaning into Hubby’s cock again, but did not stop what she was doing. He ran his tongue around her tight little asshole, teasing her and feeling her tense up. Finally, he began eating her out, and her hips started to push back against his face, begging him to put his tongue deeper inside her.

Sir then moved his tongue down to her dripping wet pussy and stuck his tongue inside her, drinking her nectar as it flowed into his mouth, then back up to her ass. He was enjoying eating her out from behind, making both of her beautiful holes his.

He could tell she was on the verge of another orgasm, so he stopped what he was doing and got behind her on his knees. He gently started rubbing his cock on her cummy slit. She moaned each time it brushed against her clit.

“Please fuck me, Sir, I’m begging you, please fuck my slutty little pussy. Make me your fuck-doll!” As soon as she said it, she put her husband back in her mouth and arched her back, nearly pushing Sir inside of her.

He couldn’t resist any longer. He grabbed her hips and slowly but firmly pushed his cock inside her, feeling her tense up and clench down on him as he penetrated her. He continued slowly pushing all the way into her, then pulling all the way out, hearing her whimper each time he did so.

Hubby was obviously getting close, his eyes darting between his lovely wife and his new friend, who was balls deep inside of her.

As Sir pulled out one more time, he reached down and put his right hand on her throat. “Okay, Hubs needs a little break, and I need your full attention.” With that, he gently pulled her head away from his cock, drool running from her lips all the way down to Hubby’s balls.

“Still no cumming,” he told Hubs, “but you can edge yourself while you watch.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, and he scooted over to the other end of the couch to get a better view.

Sir grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her back. She spread her legs and arms, welcoming him. He got on top of her and began kissing her lips, enjoying how wet her mouth was from gagging on Hubby’s cock. Her mascara was now a mess, and she looked like the slutty fuck-doll she so desperately wanted to be.

“Now you look like you’re ready to be fucked,” Sir told her.

She reached down and grabbed his cock firmly. Without saying a word, she pushed it inside her, letting out a soft moan as he entered her. He put a hand on each of her wrists, pinning her against the couch, and started slowly fucking her. Long deep pumps, her hips matched his rhythm almost at once, and he could feel her squeeze his shaft each time he was deep inside her. He let go of her wrists and put one hand on her hip, the other behind her neck, and looked her in the eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck-doll aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with a tone of subservience and need.

“You like giving up control?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like this cock inside your slutty pussy? You’re both my sluts now.” Sir’s primal energy was flowing through his veins.

“Goddamn, you two are so fucking hot,” Hubby said from the other end of the couch, his hand slowly jerking himself off while he watched.

He kissed her ear and down her neck, tasting her salty skin. He paused at her shoulder to give it a firm, but not painful bite. He could feel her pussy clench down when he did.

He took his hand off her hip, grabbed her left breast, and started running his tongue over her nipple. Sir then switched to the right one, never breaking his rhythm as he fucked her. Soon, he could feel her goosebumps forming on her breasts, and he licked around her areolas, making her shake as he did.

“She likes it when you bite them, just a little,” Hubby chimed in.

“Is that true?” he asked her with a smile.

All she could do was nod. She was too cock-drunk to answer.

He put her left nipple in his mouth again, using his tongue to make sure it was firm. He gave it a playful nibble, feeling her body tighten as he did. As he did, she put a hand on the back of his head and shoved her breast fully into his mouth.

“Oh my god, don’t stop, just like that,” she groaned.

Her other hand grabbed his back, and he could feel her nails sink into his skin. She let out a low, guttural growl, almost primal, and he could feel her pussy tightening up again.

His eyes locked with hers, “Cum on my cock,” he instructed her.

Without another word, she put both hands on his ass and pulled him all the way inside her and held him there, grinding her pussy against him. Her body trembled, and she loosened her grip. She looked into his eyes and said, “Fuck me harder, Sir. Fuck me like the nasty little slut-wife that I am. Make me your cum-slut while my husband watches.”

He pushed her down, her pussy still clenching on his, and he fucked her as hard and fast as he could, while still keeping rhythm. She started furiously rubbing her clit as he did, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then, without warning, she squirted on him, covering his cock in her sweet pussy juices, her muscles milking his cock.

“Please cum inside me, Sir,” she whimpered.

He looked over at Hubby, who was totally lost in this fuck-fantasy.

“Come here and get a good view,” Sir told Hubs.

Being a good boy, Hubs came over and got on the floor, just inches from her wet pussy. Watching her get filled with cock.

He readjusted her, putting both her legs over his shoulders and folding her back on herself. Sir put his left hand on her hip, and with the other hand grabbed Hubby’s head and forced it down on her stomach so he could see everything.

“You like seeing your slut-wife get filled with cum?”

“Yes, Sir, please fill her pussy with your cum. It’s your pussy now, Sir. I want to taste you both.”

“Are you going to be a good boy and clean up my mess?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He could feel his orgasm coming on, and he tried his best to hold back. Sir was forcefully fucking her wet pussy while Hubby mumbled words of encouragement just inches away from her well fucked pussy. Finally, Sir couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, he felt his balls about to explode.

“Blow that big load inside her slutty pussy,” Hubby said. “I want to taste Sir’s hot cum inside her.”

That pushed Sir over the edge, and with a final pump into her, he started to cum. His cock filled her eager, swollen pussy, filling her till it was leaking out around his shaft and dripping down to her ass. She instantly went limp, her legs still over her shoulders. Both of them were covered in sweat.

He savored the moment, looking at these two beautiful people who were his fuck toys for the night. He couldn’t remember a more satisfying orgasm he’d had in years, maybe ever. She put a hand out to pull his face to hers and kissed him deeply and passionately.

“Am I a good cum-slut?” she asked.

He kissed her again. “You’re a perfect cum-slut, and you have a very good Hubby who deserves a treat.”

Slowly, Sir pulled his cock out, and cum instantly started leaking out of her pussy and dripping down to her ass. His cock was coated in both their juices, still hard and extremely sensitive.

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” she whispered to him.

Sir gently grabbed the back of Hubby’s head and slid his softening cock into his mouth. He let out a deep moan as Hubby licked his cock clean. 

With his cock still in Hubby’s mouth, Sir looked at Wifey, “I think he’s been a very good boy, don’t you?”

“Oh, he’s been very good,” she said with a smile.

Sir looked down at Hubby, still licking his cock clean. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Lay down.”

Hubby pulled Sir’s cock from his mouth, giving one more suck on the tip to get the last drips of cum from his now soft cock. He then did as he was told and lay down on the couch. His cock was sticking straight up in the air.

Sir wanted, no, he needed, to make that cock cum.

He looked back at Wifey, who was starting to come back to reality. “I want you to take that cummy pussy and fuck his face. Make him lick every drop of me out of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and carefully rolled off the couch. He could see her tense up to keep as much of him inside her as she could.

She straddled her husband’s face, and before her pussy lips reached his face, she started to drip cum onto his chest, then his neck and face. He moaned deeply and grabbed her hips, pulling her glistening pussy down to his mouth.

She started grinding against his face, letting his tongue explore every bit of her, lapping up both of their cum. Her hands were holding his head, guiding him where she wanted him. She whispered again how much she loved him and what a good boy he was.

Hubby’s cock was still rock hard and looked as though it was going to burst. Sir grabbed it with one hand, and with the other cupped his balls.

“You have my permission to cum,” Sir said to him. This time, though, instead of jerking him off, he went down and took Hubby’s hard cock into his mouth. He could taste the salty pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He knew Hubby wouldn’t last long, and he savored the feeling of that rock-hard cock throbbing in his mouth.

Sir gently sucked on his hard member, swirling his tongue on the tip to enjoy the taste of him. He could feel him throbbing, and a firm but gentle hand grabbed the back of his head. He was intoxicated with the taste of his cock, and the smell of sex everywhere.

Suddenly, Hubby’s cock pulsed in his mouth, and without warning, a load of cum shot into Sir’s mouth. He quickly grabbed his balls while he sucked out every last drop. Hubby’s cum was sweet and salty, and had completely filled Sir’s mouth.

Hubby groaned into his wife’s pussy, and as she realized he was cumming she got off of him, not wanting to miss anything. His face was glistening with both his wife’s cum and Sir’s.

With a mouth still full of cum, Sir crawled up on top of Hubby’s strong body, resting one hand on his hairy chest, and the other on his hip. Their cocks pressed against each other, both of their cocks half hard and glistening. Sir leaned in to kiss Hubby, who was eager for another taste of cum. As they kissed, Sir shared his hot load with him, and they both lapped it up off each other’s mouths.

When they stopped kissing, she leaned in and kissed her husband, slowly and deliberately. Her tongue running over his lips and chin, not wasting a drop. Then she grabbed Sir and kissed him the same way, intent on licking up every last drop of their loads.

Once she had made sure no cum had gone to waste, Sir and Hubby collapsed together in the corner of the couch, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other, hands wandering to each other’s cock, and lightly exploring each other’s bodies.

Wifey went to the kitchen, then came back with the bottle of wine and filled everyone’s glass, then snuggled up with them on the couch, her hands also exploring them both.

No one spoke for a few minutes; they just enjoyed the afterglow of their fantasy and the feeling of each other’s bodies pressed against each other.

Finally, Wifey spoke up, “We told you, Sir, I have an intuition for these things…”