"What do you think, sweetie?”

Arabella gave a seductive twirl in her new scarlet dress, bought especially for the occasion. It was cut daringly low at the front, showing a considerable expanse of her large braless breasts. This view was improved even more when she bent over, causing her huge melons to flop forward and practically spill out of the front.

The danger of wardrobe malfunction wasn’t helped by the two thin shoulder straps, which seemed quite loose and insecure, and liable to slip down her arms at any time. Moreover, although it was quite long, the dress was split at the side right up as far as her hips, revealing a substantial quantity of bare leg and firm, well-moulded thigh.

And finally, anyone who looked carefully at the way it clung smoothly and seamlessly to her hips would conclude (correctly) that she wasn’t wearing any knickers either.

“You look like a right slut,” said Kevin with a grin.

“That’s the general idea. Do you think Alan and Dave’ll like it?”

“Not half. They’ll be spunking in their Y-fronts before they’ve even finished their starter.”

“Oh, I do hope not. That would be a terrible waste.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was two weeks since Kevin had watched his wife’s work colleague, Dave Costello, fuck her across a desk at an office party. The subsequent revelation (brought about when Arabella saw the film of it that Kevin had made on his mobile phone) that both of them were incredibly turned on by the mutual experience of watching and being watched, had revitalised their once-toxic relationship in ways neither would have believed possible.

Almost immediately they’d discussed ways to repeat the experience, but in such a way that this time Arabella would be fucked while fully aware that her husband was observing. It had been Kevin’s idea to invite Dave round to dinner, and Arabella had suggested extending the invitation to Alan Clinton, another work colleague who she suspected of harbouring a desire to get into her knickers.

“If only he knew I hardly ever wear them,” she’d sniggered.

Both Dave and Alan had accepted the invitation eagerly, although they’d been slightly surprised to discover that Kevin would be present, Arabella’s contempt for her husband being well-known around the office. Dave’s theory was that it was all part of a plan to humiliate Kevin so much that he’d walk out for good, leaving her free to “shag herself senseless all around the office,” in his words.

~~~~~~~~~

On the night in question, Dave and Alan arrived together, having met up for a pre-dinner pint in the local pub, and were met by a smiling Kevin, fully-charged wine glass in hand.

“Hi guys,” he said warmly, “so glad you could make it. Bella’s in the kitchen, just sorting stuff out, but there’s booze in the front room if you want to come through.”

He led the way down the hall, swaying slightly.

“Chris, Kev’s on the sauce already,” whispered Alan.

“That means he’ll be asleep in his armchair before we even start,” said Dave. “You should have seen him at the do the other week, snoring like a pig. Bella’ll be pissed off again.”

But it soon became clear to the guys that Arabella was giving Kevin a run for his money in the drinking stakes. While Kevin was helping them to an aperitif, she wandered into the room and greeted them effusively, with a half-empty bottle of white wine clasped unsteadily in one hand.

“Excuse the bottle,” she giggled, “I had to open it for the coq au vin, and it seemed a shame to waste the rest.”

Her behaviour at the dinner table didn’t get any better. In between trips to the kitchen she always seemed to be topping up her glass, with the unsurprising consequence that she became gradually more and more tipsy and flirtatious. Several times, one or other of the straps on her dress slipped down off her shoulder, almost exposing a breast, but she always managed to push it back up just in time.

Whenever this happened, Dave and Alan exchanged appreciative but puzzled glances. It was clear that Arabella was flirting with them, but they weren’t quite sure how to respond. It seemed odd that Kevin hadn’t noticed, but it was apparent that Arabella kept on making him run little errands to distract him, purely to give her opportunities to flaunt her body in an outrageously obvious way.

At one point, when Arabella had dragged Kevin into the kitchen to help with the dessert, they had a hurried consultation across the table.

“What the hell’s going on here?” asked Alan. “She’s coming on a bit heavy, and he doesn’t even seem to have noticed.”

“Yeah, I’m amazed her tits haven’t fallen out of that dress yet,” replied Dave. “And have you seen how much wine they’ve both been putting away. No wonder he hasn’t noticed anything, I’m surprised he can still focus.”

Meanwhile, an equally urgent discussion was going on in the kitchen.

“Do you think I’m overdoing it,” giggled Arabella, as she poured her full glass of wine down the sink.

“No, it’s perfect,” said Kevin, sending the contents of his glass the same way. “I can’t believe they haven’t twigged, but I guess your tits are a bit of a distraction. They think we’re both completely pissed by now.”

“A few more close calls with this dress and they’ll be gagging for it.”

“Okay, let’s get dessert over with, then you can make your move. I hope neither of them gets cold feet about making a pass at you when you’re drunk.”

“Dave won’t give a shit about that,” said Arabella confidently. “And I reckon Alan’ll cave in once he sees my tits in the flesh. Come on, let’s get back in there before they wonder what’s going on.”

~~~~~~~~~

As soon as dessert was over, Kevin yawned theatrically and stood up, swaying slightly.

“Jesus, I shouldn’t have had that last drink,” he said. “Look, I’m knackered, love, and I’ve got that presentation to get ready tomorrow. If I don’t get some kip it’ll never get done.”

“I guess we ought to go too,” said Alan, putting down his drink.

“Hell no, you don’t need to go yet,” said Kevin quickly. “Bella’ll look after you, won’t you, love? Have another drink, there’s plenty more.”

“Yes, don’t go yet,” oozed Arabella, “I’m not ready for bed quite yet.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” said Kevin, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Bye guys.” He left, slightly unsteadily and shutting the door with exaggerated care, then paused outside. He heard a chair scrape, and Arabella’s voice.

“Come on,” she said, “Bring your drinks and we can make ourselves comfy next door. Let’s get this party started.”

Kevin smiled, and made his way upstairs, suddenly perfectly steady on his feet. Everything was going precisely to plan.

~~~~~~~~~

Arabella meanwhile had led Dave and Alan into the front room, where there were a couple of armchairs and a large sofa. She flopped theatrically down on the latter and crossed her legs, showing an indecent amount of bare thigh. While Dave freshened up his glass, Alan sat cautiously on one of the armchairs, but Arabella was having none of that.

“Hey, don’t be such a bore,” she giggled, patting the sofa next to her. “Come over here and keep me company. You too, Dave, and bring that bottle with you.”

Dave grinned at Alan and winked, then both men did as they’d been asked and sat down on the sofa, one on either side of their hostess. Arabella made a satisfied purring noise, and casually rested her left hand on Dave’s leg.

“I’m glad that boring old fart’s gone,” she murmured. “There’s never any fun when he’s around.”

“We had some fun the other evening all right,” said Dave with a salacious leer. “That twat doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Have a good time, did you?” asked Alan.

“Dave was showing me his office,” said Arabella innocently.

“I expect you got a good close look at the top of his desk,” said Alan bluntly. He knew what Dave was like. If his colleague had been a woman, he’d have been called a slut (and worse). As it was, his reputation as “a bit of a ladies’ man” meant that lots of the women in the office had learnt to give him and his wandering hands a wide berth.

“Yeah, she even gave it a bit of a polish,” smirked Dave, “With her knockers.”

He made a gesture with his hands, indicative of rubbing hard back and forth on a flat surface, and Alan sniggered.

“Beast,” said Arabella. She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, allowing her dress to ride up even higher. At the same time, she slid her hand further up Dave’s leg, before slipping it down between his thighs. She could see the bulge of his cock and balls hanging down, and let her hand rub over them.

~~~~~~~~~

While all this was going on, Kevin had gone upstairs into the main bedroom, and quickly made his way to the table where a laptop was plugged in and waiting. Powering it up, he opened an app, pressed a few keys, and suddenly the screen was filled with a view of the front room, dominated by the sofa on which Arabella was lounging, drink in hand, flanked by their two guests.

He had to admit the picture quality was superb. It had certainly been worth buying a top-of-the-range video system. He clicked a couple more keys to check the other two cameras, which were secreted behind the wall-light fittings located to the left and right of the sofa. But he preferred the view from the main camera, installed within the bookcase, and zoomed it in slightly so the sofa filled the whole screen. He clicked on “record”, then adjusted the volume until he could hear clearly the conversation between his wife and the two men.

~~~~~~~~~

Downstairs, Dave had got the message. He slung his arm casually over Arabella’s shoulder, and let his hand brush over the smooth mound of her breast. His fingertips flicked across the little button of her nipple through her dress, which hardened at his touch. Arabella did nothing to push his hand away, which Dave took as welcome confirmation that as long as he played his cards right, the evening was about to get interesting.

“How about you, Alan?” purred Arabella. “Would you show me your office sometime?”

She boldly placed her other hand on his crotch, where she’d noticed his cock was already starting to swell. To her surprise and delight, the bulge seemed to stretch hallway down his trouser leg. Dave had what she thought of as a “normal-sized” cock (seven inches, though he was more inclined to call it “nearly nine”), but Alan’s looked rather more interesting.

She began to stroke it gently through his trousers, following the contours of the bulge and lingering on the head. Alan smiled nervously.

“Are you sure your husband isn’t going to come back down?” he enquired.

“Never mind about him,” murmured Amanda. “Once he’s had a few drinks, he always drops off. It’ll take an earthquake to wake him now.”

“Yeah well, I’m gonna make the earth move for you, babe,” said Dave, predictably.

He slipped his hand down inside the front of Arabella’s dress and cupped her bare breast, before beginning to squeeze and play with the soft mound.

“Dave, really!” scolded Arabella, still doing nothing to stop him. Dave really was an arsehole of the first order, but as long as he didn’t realise she was using him rather than vice versa, she saw no reason not to put up with his inane comments. And she did like having her breasts massaged.

More to the point, it was about time she saw what Alan was keeping hidden away. She leant over and began to undo his belt, then his trousers.

“Christ, Dave, I know you said Kev’s wife was hot, but not like this,” said Alan in awe, as Arabella pulled down his fly zip and delved into his trousers.

She squealed with delight as she pulled out Alan’s dick. It certainly was an impressive specimen, looking a good nine inches already, even though it wasn’t totally erect yet. As she rubbed her hands up and down the shaft, it visibly grew by another inch. Prominent veins stood out on the firm shaft, helping to pump it full of blood, and the circumcised cock-head was swollen and purple.

“Oh, sweetie,” she purred. “Where have YOU been all my life?”

She bent over and licked round the cock-head, then up and down the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva. She could sense her own juices start to flow.

Dave took his hand out of her dress and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Her big tits flopped out, the dark nipples already hard with excitement. Alan reached out and grabbed them, mashing them with his hands.

“Jesus, love, these are amazing,” he said.

Dave was already getting undressed, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Arabella decided it might be a good idea to get her dress off, before it got too crumpled (and possibly stained). She abandoned Alan’s dick for just long enough to loosen the zip and slide her dress down over her hips, tossing it over the back of the sofa. Alan gazed in delight at her bare pussy, where her prominent labia were already puffy and moist. He reached out and slipped a finger between the slippery lips and into her hole.

Arabella inhaled sharply with pleasure. “You can have it soon,” she promised, “but first I want to get to know your friend a bit better.”

Alan quickly undressed as well, and the three of them were soon completely naked. Arabella pushed Alan back onto the sofa and closed her lips around the head of his cock. It was so fat that she could only just stretch her mouth wide enough to take it. She sucked and licked at the tight skin of the helmet, then tickled her tongue around the tight entrance to his urethra. Alan seemed happy to lie back and let her get on with it, but Dave was playing with her tits again. She could feel his hard dick pressed against the smooth cheeks of her arse.

Alan’s dick really was a cracker. She let her head drop forward, starting to take the whole shaft into her mouth. She cupped his ball-sack in one hand, closing her hand gently, just enough to feel the twin eggs of his testicles. As Alan’s dick reached the top of her throat, she felt her gag reflex start to kick in, his knob bumping against the back of her mouth.

But years of sucking dicks in bars, bedrooms and the backseats of cars had prepared Arabella for this. Besides, she knew Kevin would be watching, and suspected he’d enjoy seeing her deep-throating Alan’s monster. So she forced herself to override the gag, straightened her throat, and let Alan’s dick slip right down, so it was pressing against her throat like an especially prominent Adam’s apple.

“Oh, fucking hell,” groaned Alan. “How the fuck can you do that?”

She assumed it was meant as a rhetorical question, since she was hardly in a position to answer. She bobbed her head up and down, fucking her throat with his dick.

“How’s that feel, mate?” said Dave.

“Fucking awesome,” confirmed Alan. “It’s the first time any chick’s managed to take all my cock down their throat before.”

“Yeah, Arabella’s the girl for that sort of thing. And she’s got a great arse too,” said Dave. He knelt behind her on the sofa and squeezed her bum cheeks, then pulled them apart. He gazed at her pussy, admiring the way the soft swollen folds of her labia framed the dark entrance to her moist cavern. A glistening droplet of cunt juice hung from one fleshy flap.

“Aw fuck, you’re dripping,” he said admiringly. “Better not keep you waiting any longer.”

Grabbing her hip with his left hand, he took his cock in the other and positioned the tip against her vulva. Without further ceremony, he thrust forward, and his dick went straight inside her with a slurp.

Arabella grunted with pleasure as she felt his erection inside her. She loved having one cock in her mouth and another in her cunt. Dave’s balls slapped against her arse as he began to fuck her rhythmically. She imagined Kevin watching on the monitor, beating his meat as he watched and recorded his own wife getting banged by two men at once, and this delicious thought almost made her come then and there.

~~~~~~~~~

Kevin was indeed enjoying the unfolding events. Watching his wife deep-throat Alan’s enormous penis had got him incredibly turned on. He’d removed all his own clothes and was now sitting naked in front of the laptop, watching events develop exactly as he and Arabella had planned. His own cock was fully erect, and he stroked it gently as he gazed at the screen. He knew he’d come easily if he allowed himself, but if ever there was a time to practise his edging skills, this was it.

He rubbed gently round the rim of his helmet, moistening it with a little bit of pre-cum that had leaked out. There was some lubricant on the bedside table, and he squirted a bit of it into hand, before rubbing it over his dick. He wondered if it would be possible to buy a tiny earpiece for his wife, so he could whisper to her while she was sucking or fucking another man. The delicious naughtiness of this thought almost made him come on the spot, and he had to quickly let go of his penis before he ejaculated prematurely.

~~~~~~~~~

Downstairs, Arabella was still enjoying her two cocks, when she felt Dave’s slip out of her vagina. Her arse cheeks were pulled roughly apart, and the tip of his erection pressed against the tight puckered hole of her sphincter.

Quickly she slipped Alan’s penis out of her mouth.

“Oh no, you don’t,” she gasped. “You know I don’t do anal.”

“Ah fuck, go on,” grumbled Dave. “I’m well lubed with your cunt juice, it won’t hurt.”

“Yes, it fucking well will,” insisted Arabella. “You’ve not had a cock up your bum, so how would you know? Look, come here and I’ll suck you, then I’ll give you that tit-wank you always said you wanted. And you can fuck me, Alan.”

“Oh Jesus, yes,” muttered Alan, while Dave reluctantly accepted he wasn’t going to get his cock up Arabella’s arse this time. There was a bit of shuffling about, which ended with Arabella on her back with Dave straddling her chest, his erection bobbing in front of her face, glistening with her own cunt juices. She took his ball-sack gently in her hand, while licking around his knob.

Meanwhile, she felt Alan put his hands under her bum-cheeks and lift her pelvis. She felt something hard pressing against the entrance to her vagina, and braced herself for what was about to happen. Fortunately, Dave’s cock had already stretched and lubricated her, so she was ready when Alan pressed forward and slowly eased his thick ten inches into her. She hoped the camera was capturing that, and that Kevin was enjoying the sight.

“Oh fuck, Alan!” she cried, only partly for the benefit of the recording. It was a long time since she’d had a cock so thick that it stretched the entrance to her vagina quite so much, and it felt amazing as Alan began to thrust it in and out of her. He was going as deep as he could, and she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix with every inward thrust.

“I gotta fuck your tits now, Bella,” grunted Dave.

He positioned his cock in the space between her ample breasts, and Arabella gripped her mounds hard, folding them over his erection. He began to thrust his cock backwards and forwards.

“Aw fuck, Bella, you’ve got the best tits in the office,” he said, which she supposed was a compliment, even if the only competition was Niamh the Irish intern, who had tits like pancakes.

Arabella relaxed and let the two guys get on with it. She could see Dave’s cock-head getting more and more purple, while a few squirts of his pre-cum helped to lubricate his cock’s frotting between her boobs.

“I’m gonna come, Bella,” he moaned after a few minutes.

“Mm, that’s it babe, come on my chest,” murmured Arabella, who knew what he liked to hear. She squeezed her tits tighter round his cock.

“Ah fuck, I’m coming,” he said, and did so. Several ropes of thick white semen erupted out of his knob, splattering over Arabella’s neck and chin. She let him pull his cock out from between her tits and deposit a last few dollops on her hard dark nipples.

Alan, meanwhile, was showing no signs of tiring. As Dave lay back on the bed, he began to fuck Arabella even harder, pushing his cock in as far as it could go. She could hear the rhythmic slurp-schlup, slurp-schlup as he pulled in and out, and feel her juices being squeezed out and down her thighs. He reached out and squeezed her tits roughly, smearing Dave’s cum around.

“Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” moaned Arabella. “Al, sweetie, I want you to come on my tits too.” She knew that Alan’s massive cock ejaculating over her boobs would be the perfect ending for the video.

“Ah fuck, yes,” gasped Alan. He leant forward, gave several especially hard, fast thrusts, then pulled out and pointed his sticky cock at her tits. He squeezed his hand round his shaft and ejaculated. His first rope of spunk splattered over Arabella’s right boob, while the second went even further, looping right across her face and into her hair. He came considerably more than Dave had done, producing enough mess to provide an ample coating even of her substantial mounds. As his eruptions eventually subsided, he pressed the tip of his cock against her left nipple and squeezed a last gooey dollop onto the hard bud.

“Oh, you dirty beasts,” purred Arabella admiringly. “You know how much I love cum.” She began to smear it over her body with her fingers before licking them clean.

Alan sat on the bed, watching enthralled as she played with his semen. He’d clearly not been with a woman as dirty as Arabella before, and his cock, still slick and shining with her juices, hardly seemed to have gone down.

“Look at Alan’s dick, Dave,” giggled Amanda. “It’s still hard. Why don’t you give it a little suck, just for me?”

“Fuck off,” said Dave bluntly. “I’m not a fucking queer.”

“Oh, Dave, you’re such a bore,” pouted Arabella. “I’m sure Alan’d love you to suck his dick, wouldn’t you, babes?”

“Erm, not really,” said Alan with a blush. “I don’t really go for that sort of thing. I’m not prejudiced or anything, I just don’t fancy it.”

“You guys are so un-cool; guys all suck each other’s dicks these days. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, just open-minded. You’d love to watch me lick another girl’s pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s different,” said Dave. “You’re just a slut.”

Arabella had to admit the truth in this, and decided it wasn’t worth pursuing the point. Besides, Alan had started to get dressed again, maybe thinking that was the best way to put a stop to any more cock-sucking suggestions.

“Well, if you don’t want any more fun, I guess that’s it for the evening,” said Arabella firmly. “I’d probably better go and see if Kevin’s okay, I suppose.”

Dave shrugged, and began to put his clothes on too. Arabella kissed him on the mouth, then gave Alan the same treatment.

“Thanks for a lovely evening, guys,” she said. “We must do it again sometime.” She squeezed Alan’s crotch, where his soft cock still made a substantial bulge.

“Any time, babe,” said Dave, “As long as your husband doesn’t mind.” He guffawed unkindly.

“I guess what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” suggested Alan.

Arabella smiled to herself. If only they knew. Holding her dress in front of her naked, cum-coated body, she showed the two men to the door.

“Thanks again, boys,” she giggled, shutting it behind them. Then, throwing her dress over the bannister rail, she rushed naked upstairs and burst into the bedroom. Kevin turned from the laptop to see her, a big grin on his face and his hand on his erect cock.

“Did you get all that, sweetie?” she giggled.

Kevin got up and walked over to her. He pushed her hard back against the door, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, his erect cock pressed against her leg.

“You’re just a filthy slag,” he said, “letting them both fuck you like that. And look at you, you’re still covered in their cum.”

“Yeah, babe, why don’t you have some?” she answered, scooping up a large glob from her left tit and smearing it over Kevin’s cheek.

“And you got a kick watching, didn’t you?” she went on, “sitting up here jerking at your cock. Did you like it when Alan fucked me? His cock’s so big it almost split me in two.”

“You got it all the way down your throat okay though, didn’t you? Cock-sucking tart. And I thought you were going to let Costello take you up the arse for a minute.”

“You know I can’t do anal, darling,” whimpered Arabella, “I’m so tight, and it hurts so much.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” snapped Kevin. “If you can take a cock down your throat and up your cunt, you can have one up your arse, you slut.”

He flung her onto the bed, turned her over on her front, and lifted her thighs so her arse was wobbling in front of him.

“If you hadn’t fucked so many guys that your cunt’s like a fucking wellington boot, I wouldn’t have to do this,” he gasped, pressing his rock-hard cock against the dark pucker of her sphincter.

Arabella clutched the bedclothes in her hands and began to wail melodramatically, “Not my little bumhole, not there!”

“You should’ve thought of that earlier,” chortled Kevin, and pushed forward. Arabella squealed as her sphincter was forced open by his bulbous knob-head, then let out a sigh of satisfaction as the helmet popped in, and the rest of his shaft slid in after it.

He began to thrust in and out of his wife’s tight anus. Arabella clenched her muscles as tightly as she could around his shaft, as if trying to hold it tight inside her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, having been edging all evening, but that didn’t matter. He knew she just wanted him to fill her anal passage with as much of his thick hot spunk as possible, and he was happy to oblige.

“I’m gonna fill your arse with spunk, you slag,” he cried, “You’re not fit to be fucked properly!”

He gave a few final rapid thrusts, his balls slapping against Arabella’s cheeks, and then climaxed with a groan, shooting his load deep into her arse. She squealed back at him, and the two of them collapsed in a heap on the bed. With a sigh, Kevin pulled his cock out of his wife’s backside, and rolled onto his back while she straddled him.

“So, you think I’m a filthy slag, do you?” she sneered with a grin. “In that case, you can have all your nasty muck back again.”

She squeezed her sphincter, and a series of globs of Kevin’s spunk oozed out of her anal passage and splodged onto his chest. Then she collapsed onto him, the semen smeared between their bodies, and they kissed deeply and passionately.

“Fuck it, Kevin,” she gasped at last, rolling off him and panting to fill her lungs, “that was even better than I’d hoped. Did you enjoy watching us?”

Kevin nodded. “Just wait ‘til you watch it yourself,” he laughed. “You were awesome. I only wish Dave and Alan could see it too.”

“Well, if I don’t get that pay rise I’ve asked for, they might get their chance,” sniggered Arabella. “I wonder what the CEO would say if he knew what was going on.”

“He’d probably want to fuck you himself.”

“Maybe I should go for the whole Board next.”

“In that case, we’re gonna need a bigger sofa.”