I was kicked back in my recliner, contemplating my life, while sipping on Tears of Llorona tequila. The spicy, smoky flavor was comforting, yet missing something. Tequila like that needed to be shared with someone who could appreciate it, yet I sat alone. Steph was visiting with Beth. She had seen that I was in one of my contemplative moods and knew I needed some thinking time.

Not that it mattered, but I knew she wouldn’t have any explaining to do when she came home. Brian and Scott had started their freshman college year and were busy adjusting to dorm life.

I’m sure that if one of my buddies knew about the life that Steph and I led, they would think I was insane, some kind of cuckold wimp who couldn’t control his wife. They wouldn’t understand, and I knew, no matter how hard I tried to explain, they never would. I didn’t waste my time worrying about their opinions or explaining. I just made sure that they never had a clue about the less-than-traditional escapades we got ourselves into.

Steph and I both came from less-than-ideal backgrounds. Growing up, we both had friends, but they were never close friends. We kept pieces of ourselves hidden from them because we knew they would never understand, and we didn’t feel like we owed anyone an explanation anyway. We were islands in a vast sea of people, sometimes drifting close to others, but never connecting. That is, until we met each other at a random party. We were both juniors in college, struggling to pay tuition, eat once in a while, and make it to graduation. We both knew that holding that degree in our hands was our ticket to a better life.

We didn’t have some golden moment when our eyes connected, and we were instantly drawn to each other. I heard her voice before I saw her. Some douche was bragging about something. She made this biting but hilarious comment that brought him down a peg or two, and made me laugh. He looked like he was going to take some serious offense at my response when she stepped around him. She grabbed my arm, spun me around, and quickly walked me out the door. As soon as the front door closed behind us, we both lost it. That’s how it started. From that evening on, we have been together.

Neither of us really knew what love was. We had grown up as survivors, and never had someone who truly cared for us. From the moment I met her, I wanted to see her smile. I had never felt that way about anyone before. She was of a like mind, and we talked about it a lot. Call it chemistry, call it Cupid’s arrow, or some other mysterious reason, but regardless, we discovered we were meant to be together. Eventually, telling her that I loved her was easier than I thought it would be.

Until that point, I had never truthfully told anyone that I loved them. Sometimes I had to say the words because that was what was expected. The words were my camouflage, kept food in my mouth, and a roof over my head, for the most part. Telling Steph that I loved her was a revelation. I felt a lightness in my very soul. I knew without a doubt that declaring my love for her had set me free.

I knew when she told me that she loved me, that she meant it with all of her heart. We were bonded forever before we ever got around to getting married. Neither of us had much experience in the sex department. Both of us having been pretty much loners, we hadn’t had the normal social interactions that our peers experienced.

We had so much fun learning about each other’s bodies. As our relationship and sex life grew, we moved past our old ways and became more social. Our jobs meant that we spent time with the same people every workday. We developed working friendships, then some social ones. Some of those folks were very attractive people, and some of those very attractive people flirted with us. Steph had several admirers among them, a few of them women. We enjoyed their attraction and often speculated about taking things further. We were still pretty new at letting people into our lives, so it took a while before the walls came down. Once they did, we embraced our new reality.

It didn’t take us long to figure out the people we wanted in our lives, and those we didn’t. Soon enough, we had a small group of close friends. We got together often, and the more we did, the more the flirting escalated. We were both tempted on more than one occasion. We shared everything and encouraged each other. I wasn’t the slightest bit jealous, and neither was she. We both knew where our hearts belonged and didn’t see any reason not to have some fun if the stars aligned.

We had planned a backyard cookout one Saturday and had invited a neighbor family over. Isaac and Tess lived just down the street. Isaac was a slender and very fit black man. His stunning wife was an exotic beauty, and I will readily admit fantasizing about her. They were roughly fifteen years older than us, and had two kids. The daughter, Sella, was a smaller version of her mother, and the hottest teenage girl I had ever seen. Their son, Trey, wasn’t quite as tall as his father, but that didn’t take away from his good looks and athletic build. Isaac and Trey made Steph drool about as much as Tess and Sella made me hard.

I was prepping the grill while Steph worked in the kitchen when Isaac and Trey came through the gate in our privacy fence. I watched them approach mainly because I wanted to see the two women following them. As they came closer, I was left wondering why Tess and Sella weren’t following behind. “Hey guys! Welcome. Where are the ladies?”

Isaac looked less than happy, and his son mimicked his look. Isaac shook my hand. “Tess decided that she and Sella needed some bonding time. She made other plans without telling me.”

That didn’t sound good. I could see things getting awkward in a hurry, but I had no clue what to do about it. “I’m sorry to hear that. Please help yourselves to a beer or three for attitude improvement purposes.”

They were both rather pensive but didn’t hesitate to grab beers. They had just settled on lawn chairs when Steph walked out onto the deck. She was wearing her skimpiest bikini in anticipation of teasing the guys, and from the looks on their faces, it was working. She walked over, hugged Isaac from behind, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She repeated the gesture with Trey, making both men grin. They quickly lost their grins when Steph asked them where the girls were.

They told her pretty much what they had told me. I knew my lovely wife wasn’t going to settle for that answer, but she wisely waited until after we had eaten lunch before bringing it up again. Isaac and Trey had been hitting the beer pretty hard, and all of us had just finished our second, or was it third?, shot of tequila. Steph was relaxing on one of the lounge chairs while Isaac occupied the other. Trey and I were sitting in lawn chairs nearby. I was wondering when she would bring up the missing wife and daughter. I didn’t have to wonder long.

Steph rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand. She looked exceptionally hot and caught Isaac’s eyes immediately. “So, Isaac, why aren’t Tess and Sella here? Have we done something to offend them?”

Isaac shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

Steph wasn’t going to accept that answer. “Then what is it? Come on, Isaac, you know we care.”

He nodded, but looked embarrassed. “What the hell, I might as well come clean. I figure one of two things will happen. The most likely is that you guys will run us off and never speak to us again.”

Steph and I both vigorously shook our heads in the negative. I stood to get another beer and gestured to him on my way. “Oh, come on, Isaac. I don’t think you’ve committed any heinous crimes, so I doubt we will be running you off anytime soon. Besides, Steph would kill me if I took away her eye candy.”

Steph nodded seriously, then grinned at Isaac. Isaac was thoughtful for a moment, then looked up. “Okay then. Steph, I assure you that you are by far my favorite eye-candy, as you so aptly put it. That’s the problem.

“You see, our family finds your family very attractive. So attractive that we have often fantasized about getting more intimate.”

He paused at that, waiting for our reaction. I could see him bracing himself for the coming tirade. Steph fixed that in a hurry. “Wow! We’ve kind of done the same thing! We should all talk about it.”

Isaac's look of shocked pleasure quickly turned to a frown. “I think we may have missed our chance. Sella’s eighteenth birthday was this week, and her mother decided they were going to do something special. When she realized that we were all supposed to come to your place this weekend, she put her foot down.

“She told me that she was tired of the constant temptation and nothing happening. She said that she had plans for her and Sella to find some stud for some real fun.”

Steph was beside herself, as was I. I spoke first. “Oh shit, Isaac. I don’t know what to say, except that’s horrible.”

Isaac shook his head. “No, dude, it’s not like that. I don’t have a problem with the two of them rocking some lucky fucker’s world. I look forward to hearing about it.

“What bothers me is that she knows I’ll be coming home all horny and frustrated. She’ll be worn out from her fun, and I will be left to romance my hand.”

Steph looked over at me, as serious as a heart attack. “We have to help him, honey. This isn’t fair at all.”

“What do you suggest?”

She turned to Trey. “Do you have your cell phone with you?”

Tray held it up to show her, and she grinned. “Okay, here’s what we are going to do. I’m going to snuggle up to your dad while you take pictures and send them to your mom. “

She stood, walked over to Isaac, and lay down beside him on the lounger. She put one shapely leg over his, placed her hand on his chest, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. She then looked over at Trey. “Did you get that?”

Trey was sitting there with a goofy look on his face, his phone forgotten. Steph frowned at him. “Give your phone to John. He handed it over, and I stood. “Do it again, Steph.”

Steph went for the cheek kiss, but Isaac turned his head and their lips connected. I took a perfect picture and quickly sent it off to Tess.

She responded in seconds. “What the hell is this?”

I responded back, “John here. Just Steph and Isaac being friendly. You should come over.”

I had time to tell everyone what had happened so far before she responded. “Can’t. Have plans.”

I was disappointed, but Steph just got motivated. “Plans, huh? Sounds to me like more pictures are needed.”

Trusting me to take them as required, she turned back to Isaac. She leaned in and this time she went right for his mouth. She laid one hell of a lip-lock on him. I got one great picture as their mouths separated slightly that clearly showed entwined tongues.

They thoroughly enjoyed their kiss, carrying on long enough that I could have taken dozens of pictures. Rather than do that, I sent the one of the tongues to Tess.

I didn’t get a response, and Steph wasn’t waiting for one anyway. She ran her hand from his chest, down his impressive abs, and onto the erection bulging in his shorts.

His hand came up and squeezed her tit through her bikini top. I took another picture and sent it on its way.

I was kind of glad I had to use two hands for taking pictures and texting. Otherwise, my hands would have been on my raging erection. The temptation would be too great, and I would end up finishing way too early. Trey didn’t have that problem. He was rubbing his own erection as he watched Steph play with his dad.

Isaac had released her lips and tongue so that he could nibble her neck. He kissed his way onto her cleavage while Steph, being the kind soul she is, reached behind her and released the catch on her bikini top. It took milliseconds for his lips to encircle her nipple. Another picture off into the ether.

Things were getting intensely hotter between the two of them when Steph gently pushed Isaac away. Isaac looked disappointed, but understanding. He figured that Steph had realized things were getting out of hand and stopped it before she did something regrettable. He doesn’t know my Steph as I do. What she said next didn’t surprise me in the least.

“Your clothes are in the way. Stand up and show me your cock.”

A smile lit his face, and he practically leaped off the lounger. Steph got up onto her knees and watched from inches away while he dropped his shorts. She reached out and caressed the obvious bulging erection, then pulled his briefs down.

She reached out and grabbed a hefty black cock. Isaac was a blessed man, and unless he was a total dick in bed, he’s blessed a few ladies with it. Steph stroked his girthy cock, then turned toward me. “Look at this awesome cock, Honey. Isn’t it amazing?”

“I’m sure it’s a very nice cock, honey. It looks quite capable. You’ll forgive me if I’m not interested in finding out if it’s awesome or amazing.”

She laughed. “You never know. I’d love to see you with a cock in your mouth.”

“I’m sure you would.”

She winked at me, then turned back to Isaac and his amazing cock. She pumped him slowly while looking up at him. Picture taken and sent. She pretended to be serious. “We both know what has to happen next. It’s the only way this is going to work. I’m afraid I’m going to have to suck your cock.”

Isaac played along wonderfully. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you are making such a sacrifice. Please feel free to suck my cock while knowing I very much appreciate it.”

A glance at Trey told me that he had no problem with watching his dad get his cock sucked. It was evident considering that Trey had his own substantial cock in his hand. I thought about handing him the camera just to fuck with him, but decided things were working well as they were.

I got the camera in place right as Steph ran her tongue up Isaac's cock. She took him in her mouth and began giving him a blow job for the ages. She looked so hot with a cock in her mouth. She so obviously loves to suck a nice cock, and she was doing a stellar job of it. I think if things had been left up to her, she would have continued until she milked him dry. Isaac wasn’t completely lost in the experience. He gently pushed her back. “Oh hell no! You’re too good at that, Steph. I think I should return the favor.”

Steph peeled off her thong and plopped back on the lounger with her legs spread. Her gorgeous little pussy fully on display for father and son. Isaac kissed and licked his way up her thighs. His lips and tongue teasing and arousing her, moving ever closer to her needy pussy. When his tongue began tracing her pussy her hands flew to his head, holding him in place.

Trey couldn’t stand it. He stood, dropped his shorts to the deck, and walked over to the lounger, the tip of his cock leading the way by nine inches or so. He brushed the head of his cock across my wife’s lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise, then she smiled as she grabbed his cock with one hand. She pulled him into her mouth, and he arched his back as the sensation hit him. My wife was lying on a lounger, legs spread, a hot black man eating her pussy, while another had his cock in her mouth. Picture taken and sent.

By this point, I was extremely aroused, and also a bit redundant. I didn’t want to interrupt what they had going. Having nothing better to do, I decided to give Tess a call since she hadn’t responded to repeated texts. The conversation proved to be enlightening.

Meanwhile, Isaac must have known what he was doing because my wife was busy cumming on his face while moaning around a mouthful of cock. Isaac moved up between her legs and began rubbing his cock head up and down her labia. He slipped it down to her entrance and pressed against her before pulling away and rubbing her clit some more. Steph pulled Trey’s cock from her mouth and glared at Isaac. “If you don’t put that thing in me right now, I’m gonna kill you!”

Isaac grinned down at her and began slipping his big cock inside her. He took her nice and easy that first time. His pace was slow, his strokes long and deep, but not aggressive. It was perfect for Steph, and the orgasm that followed was epic. When she recovered enough to talk, she suggested that they move things inside.

They were soon comfortably ensconced in our bedroom. The three of them didn’t waste a moment getting on the bed. Trey replaced his father between my wife’s legs and made her groan lustily as he entered her. Isaac decided that having his cock in her mouth was the best idea he had all day and was soon proved correct. Steph lustily sucked his cock while his son fucked her to oblivion. All in all, I would say that Steph was having a good time.

They were at it for quite a while. It was late in the evening when Trey’s cell phone started ringing. Steph looked drowsily over to where it rested on the nightstand, propped against the lamp. I don’t know if it occurred to her at the time that the phone was positioned to video the sexual gymnastics that had happened earlier. All would become clear in time. We’re all about explaining.

She grabbed the phone and swiped to open the screen. “Hey, Trey, what’s your code?”

Trey was pretty groggy himself but quickly perked up when he saw my naked wife. “It’s Mom’s birthday.”

Steph actually knew his mother’s birthday and quickly opened the phone. A series of text messages, all from a number tagged as Mom, were waiting. Steph opened the oldest and immediately started laughing. “My hubby’s got some explaining to do!”

Steph sat up on the bed, suddenly giddy. “Trey, wake up your dad; your Mom has sent a ton of texts.

“Come on. No, wait. Let’s get cleaned up first. I think this is going to take a while and I’m feeling sticky.”

Half an hour later they gathered in the kitchen, grabbed some leftovers to munch on and a drink of choice. They settled on the couch as Steph connected the phone to my big screen. My throne remained untouched as it should be. Steph would never allow another man to sit in my recliner. That would definitely be cheating, and she would never do that.

Steph studied the phone for a moment, then the first text appeared on the big screen. Tess’s initials, TM, preceded her text. The M was for Moore, their last name.

TM: You guys are assholes! Sella and I spent hours looking at your texts and missed our chance to go out. Now, we’re all horny.

Bastards!

Steph laughed while Isaac and Trey looked a bit concerned. Steph rocked her shoulders back and forth, nudging the man on either side. “Relax, guys. This is going to be good.”

She brought up the next text, which continued in a complaining vein, then the one after. The next one began an ongoing commentary on the pictures. By text eight or so, Tess was waxing philosophical about her husband’s cock in my wife’s mouth.

TM: He’s so hard and her mouth so soft. Why does it turn me on to see his big cock in your mouth? I know it’s you reading my texts, Steph. You hot fucking slut!

It was around text twenty when things changed.

TM: Our night is saved. A hot stud just showed up. Now it’s your turn, bitches!

The next text was a picture without comment. Tess was on her knees, her hand wrapped around a huge white cock, the tip of her tongue touching his glans, and a grin on her face. In the next text, she had the first six inches in her mouth.

The next had a video clip. Tess was sucking that big cock like she was in love with it. Sella knelt beside her, watching closely. Her mother knew she was there. She pulled that turgid cock from her mouth, put a hand behind her daughter’s head, and pulled her unresisting head forward. That big fat cock was soon in her mouth. She wasn’t in the least upset; at least her moans of pleasure argued otherwise.

They traded that magic cock back and forth until a big pair of hands pushed them away. The phone tilted and jiggled for a moment, then rose in the air, was turned, and my husband’s face appeared. “Hi, honey. I felt really bad for Tess and Sella. The poor things were being tortured. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Let our wonderful friends suffer? I couldn’t do that, so I came over to offer my support. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a couple of sweet pussies to console with my tongue. Love you!”

Steph laughed, then cheered her husband on.