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Do My Husband

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The Christmas party was in full swing at the ad agency where I worked and everyone was feeling nice and loose. I was talking to Carol, who’d become a friend and a confidante, and we were both eyeing Mike, a good-looking guy who’d started to work as a copywriter at the agency six months ago.

“He’s cute, Mike is, ain’t he?” I said, nodding in his direction.

“Oh yeah, he’s cute okay,” Carol chuckled. “And that’s just the start of it.”

“Just the start of it? What do you mean?” I asked, curious.

“I might as well tell you, Peggy, I’ve been screwing Mike for the last couple of weeks,” Carol said, looking at me and lowering her voice. “Screwing him a whole, whole lot. He’s a great fuck. Plus he’s got this big, hard cock and he sure as hell knows how to use it.”

“You’re shittin’ me!” I said,

Carol and I talked pretty openly about sex.

“I kid you not,” Carol said with a nasty leer. “He really knows what he’s doing. Got great moves, plus he’s long lasting. And that dick of his is just perfect. Stiff, thick, nicely proportioned. I mean, he has himself a museum quality penis, trust me. And he’s so fuckin’ horny too. And he has this thing for my ass. You know how I’ve told you I love taking it up the ass? Well Mike, he just goes nuts fucking my butt. I mean, the stud is seriously bottom-crazy.”

Carol couldn’t have known the effect this revelation had on me. Just to hear that she was fucking him and that he was real good and had a big dick was pretty hot news. But that last bit — about his butt-fucking fetish — hearing that just about flipped me out. Because it was a fetish I shared, and in a kind of special way too.

After I heard all that from Carol I decided I had to talk to Mike one-on-one, especially since Carol had told me they were just fuck buddies, and didn’t really have anything like a relationship going. So a few days later I asked Mike whether he wanted to go down and have a sandwich with me at the corner coffee shop.

I made sure to get us a booth out of earshot of the other diners.

“Carol’s been telling me some pretty interesting things about you, Mike,” I said after the waitress walked away with our orders.

He looked straight at me.

“Oh yeah, like what’s she been saying?”

“Just that she thinks you’re a great fuck and that you have a big cock and you know what to do with it.”

He chuckled, acting pretty blase, maybe a bit cocky, hearing this from me. I liked that.

“Carol’s got a mouth on her,” he smirked.

“She also told me how you love to fuck her up the ass, how she can’t get you to leave her butthole alone. That afterwards she’s sore back there for a couple of hours.”

“What can I say? I guess I just have a thing for that old backdoor route,” he admitted frankly, looking right at me. “And so does Carol, by the way”

“And so do we,” I told him.


That got him interested.

“You met my husband, right?”

I remembered introducing Donny to Mike at a party.


“Heard anything about him?” I asked, figuring Carol must’ve filled him in. She knew all about Donny and me, and she wasn’t one to keep her mouth shut.

“A couple of things, that’s he’s younger than you and that– that–

“That he’s bi?” I said, completing his thought. “That he was living with a dude when I met him, that I got him away from a pure queer thing?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Mike acknowledged.

Donny was younger, by five years. He was just twenty-three. And when I met him I thought he was gay through and through. But he was so cute and so sweet and so talented that I made a move for him anyway. It seemed he was vulnerable and ready to meet someone like me. Donny was bi, not gay, and had been thinking about giving up the boy-boy scene and getting into women. That’s just at the time when I hooked up with him, an opportune time, it turned out. Pretty soon we got married.

“That’s right, he was making it with men when I met him,” I explained. “You’d think that would’ve put me off, but actually it turned me on about Donny. You see, Mike, for some reason I’ve always had this fascination with men having sex with each other. I know it sounds twisted, but that’s just the way my head spins. I mean guys are always having fantasies about women making it, so why not a woman having the same kind of fantasy about guys? The other thing is, I’d long had this special fantasy of being a guy myself, a guy with a big, hard dick. And not so I could fuck chicks with it either, though that was a part of it too.”

“You done that? Strap on one of those things and fuck a chick with it?”

“See? I said, smiling knowingly. “I told you guys get off thinking about that. And yeah, I’ve done it, I’ve fucked a chick with a strap-on.”

I looking straight into his eye, thrilled that we would be talking so frankly, so openly.

“But what really pressed my button was the thought of fucking a guy with one of those, hard and nasty right up his tight male ass.”

“So that was a big attraction of Donny’s, right?” Mike said, figuring it out fast. “He knew what that shit was all about.”

“You got it,” I said with a big smile. “Now you see what I mean, Mike? Turns out we both got this fetish, we both love to fuck ass.”

He smiled, looking me straight in the eye, a real sexy look too! “Nice to know we have something in common.”

I laughed at his forthrightness.

“The thing is, I’ve had this other big fantasy that I haven’t been able to fulfill. At least not yet. Like I know my husband loved making it with men, and that he craved having a dick buried up his ass. So I’ve told him how much it would turn me on to watch a stud do him like that, you know, to see a guy with a real cock — a nice, big one — bust Donny’s asshole wide open. Sounds pretty kinky, huh?”

“Hey, whatever gets you off,” he said calmly.

“But he just won’t do that. Donny said that once he married me he decided to put all that boy-boy stuff behind him. I mean in his mind I know he still hungers for that kind of action. Donny loves sucking my rubber dick, having me work it all the way up his horny bottom. But he won’t mix it up with a guy anymore.”

I was watching Mike closely for his reaction. He was obviously fascinated.

“But finally, just last week, I convinced him to try something new. I asked him if he’d mind having a guy there with us, at least seeing me do him the way I do. You know, just watching and beating off. Maybe helping out a little, like together we could do stuff like ream out Donny’s ass with a couple of dildos, or something like that. And he said okay to this idea. I mean, what I really want is to watch him actually get fucked by a guy, but a scene with another guy just watching and helping out some would get me off in a big way too.”

I took a sip of my coffee.

“So Mike? You love fucking ass so much, have you fucked guys up the ass too?” I asked him, keen to hear the answer.

“Nah, I’m straight.’

“Never? Not even once?”

“Nope,” he said. “I guess I’ve been able to get into all the female bottoms I’ve wanted, so that did it for me.”

“Ever been curious about it though? About fucking a guy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he admitted. “If you love butt sex the way I do, you gotta at least think about that.”

Hearing this brought a big smile to my face.

“Let me ask you something,” I said, leaning close. “What would you think about being the dude? You know, the one that would come over and watch me do my husband? You’re the kind of guy I’ve been imagining joining us there, watching us, a a rugged, horny and straight stud… with a nice, big dick.”

Now he sipped some coffee, thinking about it.

“I don’t know–” he said, still noncommital.

I leaned even closer, looking straight at him.

“How about this?” I began. “Me and Donny, we made a video of our scene, of me putting his bottom through the paces. How’d you feel about coming over to our place some time — when Donny’s not there, just you and me — and I’ll show it to you? We can watch it together and you can see what I’m talking about?”

“Now that I think I can get into,” he said with a slightly lewd smile, obviously liking the idea of seeing me in this kind of twisted action, at least on video.

“Great, how about this Saturday, Donny’ll be away all day.”

I wrote down our address, we finished lunch and took off. But I was thrilled as hell that I was getting Mike to at least do this. It was a first step.

That Saturday morning I was so excited I could hardly sit down as I waited for Mike to show up. The tape was already in the VCR, ready to roll. I couldn’t wait to show it to Mike, to see his reaction.

A few minutes later there he was, and a few minutes after that we were sitting on the couch next to each other as I pressed the ‘play’ button.

“Hope you find this interesting,” I said. “Hope it doesn’t freak you out too much.”

“Nothing much freaks me out,” he said, leaning back, easy and languid, but with his eyes keenly glued to the TV screen.

Suddenly there we were, me and my husband. Donny was stark naked, down on his elbows and knees, sticking out his bottom for me. I stood behind him, dildo strapped to myself, wearing only a T-shirt. I was fisting the dildo like a horny stud eager to stick it somewhere. It was a very life-like rubber cock supposedly molded from a real one, with a rigid wire running through its core so that it stuck straight up and didn’t hang of its own weight, like a lot of dildos did.

“Look at you, you look pretty horny,” Mike joked.

“I always am horny when I have Donny’s hot ass in front of me, ready for the taking.”

“How old is he? He looks real young,” Mike asked.

Everyone thought Donny appeared a lot younger than he was. Especially undressed, he looked like a teenaged boy. Which only made him that much more appealing to me. He was a dreamboat, with a gorgeous face, and a smooth, sleek body. And this perfect, boyish ass with narrow and firm, but nicely rounded buttocks.

“He’s twenty-three, but he does look young, doesn’t he?”

“That he does,” Mike said, obviously intrigued by the sight of my slim, youthful, naked husband sticking it out for me. Not that Mike was an old man. He had just turned twenty-nine, I knew.

Now, on the TV screen, I knelt down behind Donny, spread open his cheeks and started licking his ass. I always start if off that way with him. I glanced over at Mike to see his reaction; he sure was paying attention to the TV screen.

“I’ll bet you like to have your asshole licked,” I said.

“How’d you guess?” he said, glancing over, his big, sexy brown eyes gazing right at me. That gaze gave me goosebumps. I imagined eating out Mike’s hot ass, but not with the attitude I ate out my husband’s. With Donny’s it’s a prelude to the main act. It’s just the start of the serious assault I like to launch on his helpless, sorry butt. But with Mike I’d imagine myself down on my knees, licking his asshole as an act of sexual devotion. Still wearing my strap-on, though. So I could pretend I was a guy, an eager ‘bottom’ — as submissive men like to call themselves — dying to please a ‘top,’ worshiping at his anal alter with my slavish tongue. I didn’t say any of this to Mike of course, but that’s what was running through my twisted, depraved mind! Next, Mike watched the screen as he saw me squeeze some lubricating jelly into Donny’s crack, after which I took my time fingering his lubed asshole before working on him back there with a vibrator, then a hand-held dildo.

“See what I mean? I’m a freak for a male ass,” I said as Mike watched me excitedly tend to my husband’s bottom. The camcorder was moving around shooting the scene from different angles, which made Mike curious.

“Who’s videotaping?”

“This chick we know, Denise,” I explained. “She’s a dyke and a couple of times I got her to come over, strap one on and do Donny along with me. That was cool, but not as cool as it would be to see a dude with a real cock do him.”

“Interesting,” he said, looking at me, realizing I’d already had a third over to join me and Donny for this scene.

“And how come you’re wearing a T-shirt?” he asked, very curious now.

“Oh, for the video I just wanted to look as much like a guy as I could,” I explained. “Covering up my tits helped.”

I’m a slender woman with narrow hips and rather smallish breasts, plus my hair was cut real short, like a guy’s. So all that worked real well towards my fantasy of ‘being a guy’ with a big cock eager to fuck another guy’s ass. The T-shirt covering my tits only added to the effect.

“Too bad, because you’ve got real nice breasts,” Mike said, staring down at my chest.

“You like them?” I said, flattered, of course.

“Oh yeah, I’m always noticing them at the office, especially with you wearing those tight little halter tops all the time,” Mike admitted.

I loved it of course, loved that Mike checked out my boobs on the sly.

Now I did some looking myself, dropping my gaze down to his crotch. Mike was wearing tight jeans and there was a big, unmistakable bulge down there. I don’t know if it was being with me, watching what was transpiring on the TV screen, or thinking about my breasts, but Mike definitely had himself a hardon.

“How about I show you my titties and you show me what you’re hiding down there?” I said, lifting my T-shirt over my breasts quickly as Mike just as quickly unzipped himself.

Suddenly it popped out, fully erect, all nine thick inches of it. Carol had described it to me, how it was thick and long, rigid as a length of steel tubing and beautifully proportioned. And she said he had measured it. Now as I stared down at it I could see she was right in every detail. Man, I couldn’t have dreamt up a more impressive cock to bring over and show off to my husband. That is, if Mike agreed. Seeing it like this, exposed right next to me, made me long that much more for my husband’s compliance, so far regrettably held back. To be able to watch this big, gorgeous cock bury itself all the way up my husband’s tight, young ass would definitely ring all my bells! And then some!

“Oh wow, Carol wasn’t kidding,” I said, staring at it unabashedly. “Let me see you stroke it.”

He began to lazily fist his big, erect penis, showing off.

“How about I take these off,” I said, reaching under my skirt and pulling down my panties. Then I lifted my skirt above my waist and spread my legs, exposing my snatch for Mike.

“Let’s watch some more TV while we play with ourselves, what do you say to that?” I suggested, as I began to finger my pussy. I love to masturbate. And a horny dude like Mike, I’m sure he beat off all the time, whenever he didn’t have a hot mouth, a hot pussy or, best of all, a hot, tight asshole handy.

So there we were, next to each other, me with my fingers busily whipping up a froth between my wide open legs, Mike stroking his rigid shaft. We stared at the TV where now, finally, I got up on the bed, knelt behind my husband, worked the tip of the dildo between his cheeks, and then just pushed forward as I began to fuck him up the ass. I glanced over at Mike to see his eyes riveted to the screen, fisting his own cock frantically as he watched me screw the shit out of my husband. I loved it! I loved that this was exciting him as much as it was.

“So what do you say?” I asked. “How’d you like to see me to do that in the flesh? Maybe join in and help?”

“Sure,” he growled, looking over at me with a sexy grin. “Could be fun.”

I was thrilled, thrilled to hear him agree to actually join me and Donny. Once I got Mike in a room with the two of us I had a feeling all sorts of things could happen. I imagined my husband actually having a beautiful dick like Mike’s in arm’s reach. What would he want then? Would he say ‘no’ to that? And how far would Mike be willing to go? Those thoughts surged through my feverish brain as Mike and me watched and masturbated.

“You’re a pretty nasty fucker,” he growled as he watched. By this point I was holding on to Donny’s hips, thrusting forward savagely as I slammed that rubber cock of mine deep into his bottom. And Donny, as always, was loving it, reaching underneath to fist his own swollen shaft, pushing his butt out against my thrusts, wanting it deep. Now I imagined Mike doing that to him, Donny pushing back greedily to get every one of Mike’s thick nine inches inside his horny butt. Donny had been saying no to that possibility. But with Mike actually there, might my husband relent? Only time would tell.

“Yeah, and I heard from Carol what a hot, nasty fucker you were,” I purred. “Man, would I love to see you fuck my husband’s ass with that big thing of yours. That would be just about the ultimate.”

And for me, it would. It was my #1 fetish, to get to see a stud really do my husband’s bottom.

He looked over at me, not saying anything, but his eyes told me what I needed to know. Told me that when it came to ass, Mike was game.

He was panting and I knew he was close. So was I. I switched hands now, fingering myself with my left hand now as I reached over with my right to take hold of Mike’s shaft.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I hissed at him sexily. “You don’t mind if I beat it off?”

All he did was smile. And so now, as I got myself off with a few flickers of a finger strumming my clit, I twisted Mike’s rigid, hot shaft in my hand. Suddenly there it was, spurting out of him, lots and lots of it! Spraying all over his T-shirt

“Man, what a load!” I said in amazement, the semen still shooting out of him.

Finally we just rested, looking at each other, smiling, then laughing in delight.

“Take that T-shirt off and leave it here,” I suggested. “I’ll launder it and return it to you when you come over. That is if you want to–”

“Oh, I want to,” he said, his mind made up.

Of course I wasn’t going to wash it right away. After those gobs of semen dried on his white T-shirt I figured I’d hold on to it in that state, stare at it and think about how Mike had blasted off big time while I beat off and reminisced. Then, just before he got here, I’d finally wash it for him.

Mike arrived again at our place a week later, this time me and my husband waiting for him and

his big cock. I still hadn’t gotten Donny to agree to have anything to do with that big cock, but at least he was willing for Mike to come by and watch me put Donny through the paces, and maybe help out some. At the same time I wasn’t sure how far Mike would go, other than just standing and watching it, like he did when he watched on TV, and fisting his thick shaft. All I knew was that I would do my best to make it all as scorching as possible.

I almost hit the ceiling when I heard the doorbell ring, so pumped up was I with anticipation.

“Why hello, Mike,” I said with a big, sexy smile as I opened the door for him. He was standing there looking keen and cool and handsome. I was wearing the strap-on under a pair of tight, worn jeans and I knew the bulge was very pronounced, just as Mike’s had been so pronounced when he got himself a big hardon the time I showed him that tape. Naturally, looking down, he noticed.

“Looks like you’re packing some serious equipment down there,” he said with a sly smile, reaching down to give that bulge a playful squeeze. I was thrilled when he did that. This was just the way I wanted it to be. In this fantasy I was a stud joining another hung, horny stud so together we could put my husband through some hot, rugged paces. I’d be ‘one of the guys’ in a sizzling all-guy threeway scene. My fetish for hot male-male sex was about to get seriously revved up.

“And I know you are too,” I whispered huskily, giving him a similar squeeze.

Then I walked him into our bedroom where I had Donny waiting. And he wasn’t just waiting, he was waiting in place. I figured rather than having the two guys meet and small talk, I’d get into the main act right off. So now, as Mike entered the bedroom, he got to look down at my husband stark naked, lying on his stomach. I didn’t have him up on elbows and knees yet. Instead I’d wedged a couple of pillows under his stomach to raise his butt up a bit.

Donny looked over his shoulder as he heard us come in.

“What’s happening, dude?” Mike said in his deep, masculine voice.

“Uh– hi–,” Donny said, his eyes wide as he took in the handsome stranger.

I could only imagine how excited and apprehensive my husband felt. And I liked that, liked it a lot!

“There he is, all of him,” I said, waving a hand Donny’s way.

“Yeah, here we all are,” Mike growled.

I unbuckled my belt and started to pull down my jeans.

“Get comfortable,” I said to Mike who now took off his own clothes. By the time he got his briefs off that cock of his was standing up stiff and hard. I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I saw my husband staring right at that shaft like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Wife tells me you used to like to check out a nice, stiff cock now and then, hope you still do,” Mike said showing it off, fisting it. For someone who hadn’t even been sure whether he wanted to get into a scene like this, Mike sure was starting off pretty brazen!

“Uh huh,” Donny whispered breathlessly.

I wasn’t about to waste any time as I got down on the bed behind my husband and spread open his cheeks. Then I lowered my face between those smooth, boyish buns of his and began to lick his ass.

“Come closer,” I said to Mike who was still standing a few feet away. So now Mike came down and sat on the edge of the bed, watching me give my husband’s asshole a thorough tongue bath.

“Why don’t you hold his cheeks open for me,” I said to Mike, who hesitated a moment. So far it had all been talking and watching, now I was actually asking this straight stud to lay his hands on another man, my husband. But with a sexy grin Mike took hold of Donny’s buttocks and spread them wide open so I could resume rimming his hole, looking straight into Mike’s sexy eyes as I lapped away.

“Look at it,” I said, directing Mike’s gaze to Donny’s sphincter, now slick with my saliva. “You and me, we’re gonna bust this tight hole wide open!”

After I warmed him up with my wet tongue I usually brought out the lube. But now, first, I wanted to try something, to test the waters.

“Honey?” I said to my husband. “Is it okay if Mike just puts the tip of his dick against your asshole? Just presses it in there a little, just to touch it with his cock?”

I looked up at Mike.

“You wouldn’t mind doing that, would you?” I cooed.

Mike looked like he’d be happy to put that big cock of his anywhere I wanted him to put it.

“Anything you say, Peggy,” Mike said, smiling at me, his face alive with a sexy, horny grin.

“Uh– I guess– I guess that’s okay,” Donny stammered. And so I took hold of Mike’s cock and wrapped my lips around it, looking up at him as I gave him some wet, sloppy head. I’d fisted his cock last time, but now I was actually going down on him. Donny, I knew, wouldn’t mind that. I had asked him earlier whether it was cool if I got down with Mike and his cock even if he didn’t, and my husband gave me the go-ahead. After all, he liked being my sex slave and having me call the shots.

Now I pulled my mouth away and grabbing hold of the shaft brought it between Donny’s cheeks, pressing the big, smooth cockhead against Donny’s asshole. I almost fainted at the sight, now thinking for the first time that I might succeed later on in actually in getting my husband to take it all the way inside.

“Oh wow, that is so fuckin’ beautiful!” I panted as I rubbed the knob up and down Donny’s saliva-slickened crack. This is what I’d been yearning for so much, to see another man’s stiff cock saying a hot hello to my husband’s asshole. I only hoped that later this hello would go much further and I’d get to see that cock of Mike’s disppearing as it worked its way all the way up my husband’s slut bottom! Finally I pulled it away as Mike, groaning with pure, raw heat now, started fisting himself furiously. He really was ass-crazy, as Carol had claimed. Female, male — suddenly it didn’t seem to matter to him. As he fisted away I squeezed a big dab of lubricating jelly into my husband’s crack, Mike watching every move closely as he kept whacking away at his dick.

I slid a finger up Donny’s lubed asshole as I took hold of Mike’s cock with my free hand, fisting the hot, rigid shaft as I fingered the tight, familiar hole.

“Feel like poking around in there a little?” I asked Mike, pulling out my finger, licking my lips lewdly.

Again, he hesitated. This was a lot to ask, I knew. Holding Donny wide open for me was one thing, asking this straight dude to ream out another man’s asshole with his finger was a big next step.

“Sure, I’ll check it out,” he said, bringing his hand between Donny’s cheeks as now I held him open. And then I watched in absolute amazement as Mike slowly slid a big finger up my husband’s ass. Donny groaned when he felt it. After two years of being with me, finally another man was fondling his hot bottom.

“Oh yeah, dig it in there!” I hissed excitedly. “Stick in two.”

So Mike added a second finger to the one already in there.

Donny groaned as he felt Mike ream him out, slowly pushing his bottom back against Mike’s probing fingers.

Normally I have this little routine with my husband. First my tongue, then some grease followed by a finger or two. After that, a vibrator and then a dildo I work in with my hand. And finally I jam the big strap-on up there and fuck the shit out his hot, young ass in earnest. But now I thought I’d skip the vibrator, Mike’s two big fingers, twisting around in his anal passage, digging into Donny’s rectum were enough.

“How about this now?” I said, lubing up the dildo as Mike pulled out his fingers. Then, as Mike watched keenly, I slowly slid the dildo up my husband’s ass, twisting and rotating it inside his rectum just the way he liked, the way he said made him feel really good.

“Look at him take it,” I said to Mike. “He loves it up the ass.”

“He sure as shit looks like he does,” Mike said, listening to Donny groan as he pushed back against the dildo I kept stuffing inside him.

“How about you take over?” I suggested, leaving the dildo in place but pulling away my hand.

“Sure,” Mike said, taking hold of the dildo. I watched with spellbound eyes, fisting my rubber cock just the way Mike had been fisting his while he had watched me. With my other hand I took hold of Mike’s tool again while he enthusiastically skewered Donny’s eager ass.

“Uh huh! Ream him out! Work it in there!” I hissed excitedly.

Mike seemed to enjoy what he was doing. A lot. Straight though he may have been, he was proving what a freak he was for ass!

“Okay, I’m ready to fuck the slut,” I said, now kneeling behind my husband as Mike pulled the rubber shaft out and I replaced it with the bigger one strapped to myself, ‘my’ very own cock!

“Here goes, baby, take it!” I hollered, holding onto my husband’s hips as I pumped it up his bottom. I looked over at Mike. I loved having him watch me, another ‘stud’ fucking the shit out of Donny. I fucked my husband extra hard, wanting to impress Mike with my rugged, virile moves. Donny was groaning and moaning, pushing back hard on it like the slut in heat he always became whenever I screwed his bottom. Except this time there was an audience, a guy, and that only seemed to arouse Donny even more.

Mike was standing next to me, taking everything in with unblinking eyes, fisting that big shaft of his. Now I wanted Donny to have a good look at that shaft.

“Mike seems to like watching me fuck your slut ass, Donny, his dick is so fuckin’ big and hard it looks like it’s going to burst,” I said, then turned to Mike. “Go up and let Donny see it nice and close.”

Mike moved up on the bed and knelt in front of Donny, waving the shaft in front of my husband’s face, the proud stud showing off his big dick to a guy who he knew would appreciate it.

And at that moment I just knew what would happen next. “Want him to suck it, Mike? Want him to suck your big cock?”

“Sure,” Mike smirked. “I’ll let your husband suck my dick; I’ll feed it to him while you keep fucking his tight ass.”

As much as anything, it turned me on that Mike was so verbal. A lot of guys aren’t, even when they’re aroused as hell, especially when they’re aroused. But Mike liked to speak his horny mind and put his nasty thoughts into words.

“Suck it, Donny!” I hissed, pushing down on my husband’s neck as he took Mike’s cock between his lips. I could imagine how he felt, swearing off cock for the past two years even though I knew that, deep down, he hungered for it. Now, after a long drought, he was again tasting the kind of meat he once loved so much to savor. Luckily there was a mirror positioned on the wall and that let me watch my husband go down on Mike’s dick as I kept screwing him. My rubber cock up his ass, Mike’s real one stuffing his mouth, I knew Donny was having the time of his life.

“He suck it good?” I asked Mike as we looked each other straight in the eye, offering my husband plenty of stiff cock, front and rear.

“Oh, he sucks it real good,” Mike said, hands on his hips, looking down at Donny wolfing him down. “But from what you told me, Peggy, sucking dick is something that your husband knows a hell of a lot about.”

I loved it! I loved having Mike remind Donny that he was once a horny queer with an insatiable hunger for cock.

“How about we turn him over now?” I suggested, pulling out of Donny as Mike tore his cock away. Then I turned Donny around on his back, wedging a couple of pillows under his butt, and jackknifing his legs so that his asshole was in position and ready for me to come back inside, on top this time.

“Oooh whee!” I squealed as I slid it inside him, Mike watching and fisting himself again as I resumed sodomizing my husband.

“Say Mike? Now why don’t you sit on his face and feed him some of your hot, male ass?” I suggested. “I happen to know that Donny loves chewing on a man’s butthole almost as much as he enjoys swallowing a cock.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Mike said eagerly, planting his bottom over my husband’s face. Two seconds later the sound of slurping told me right away that Donny was lapping away at Mike’s asshole with his eager tongue.

“That’s it, Donny, lick that ass! Lick that ass, you fuckin’ slut!” I shrieked at him as I pumped it in hard and deep. Meanwhile I was looking straight at Mike, my eyes drifting down from his handsome face to his chest and stomach and then to his big cock which I grabbed again. It was a little slick from just having been gobbled up by Donny.

Now there was only one thing on my mind, to see the cock I was holding in my hand buried all the way up my husband’s ass, to finally fulfill that ultimate fantasy of mine and see Donny take it the way he used to once.

“What would you think of shoving this up my husband’s ass now?” I asked in a whisper, low enough so my husband couldn’t hear, his face buried under Mike’s butt as it was.

“I think I could get into that,” Mike said with a lewd leer.

“Hear that, Donny?” I said, raising my voice. “Mike wants to fuck you now. How about it? You finally ready to take a real one back there again, to take it up your hot little ass?”

Mike smartly lifted his butt off Donny’s face so he could answer. “Uh yeah– he–he– can fuck me–” Donny mumbled, and under the shy mumble I could detect the ardor in his voice, a long suppressed desire about to be fulfilled again.

Those words were pure music to my ears. It was really going to happen! I was going to get to watch this horny, straight stud, with his beautiful rigid cock, actually fuck my husband!

So I pulled out and told Donny to turn over again, on elbows and knees and to stick it out for Mike.

“I think he’s ready for you,” I said spreading open Donny’s buttocks, Mike and me both peering into the crack, at the slick, reamed hole. Then I looked right at Mike. “Just let me grease it up a tad more, after all you’re bigger and thicker than I am, stud.”

Mike watched closely as I slapped some more lube between Donny’s buns, spreading it around and working it in with a couple of fingers. I was so excited I could hear my heart thumping away in my chest. It was about to happen; my husband was about to take a real one up his ass!

Now I pulled my fingers away as Mike knelt behind Donny, cock in hand, poised and ready as I held Donny wide open down for him. Then Mike worked his cockhead between Donny’s cheeks, rubbing it against his lubed hole, teasing me and Donny both.

“Want to see me do it?” Mike growled softly.

“Oh shit yeah, do I ever!” I panted, letting all my excitement show.

“What? What do you want to see me do? Tell me,” Mike urged mischievously, a sexy, teasing grin lighting up his handsome, horny face.

“I want to see you fuck him! I want to see you fuck his ass! I want to see you bury it inside him!” I howled, holding nothing back.

“Like this?” Mike said, pushing forward, working the tip of his cock inside Donny’s asshole. I almost fainted at the sight now as I watched Mike slowly slide his dick into Donny’s bottom, me still holding Donny wide open. He did it real slow, teasing us both, knowing how unquenchable our excitement was. My eyes were glued to the sight as I watched the big, smooth knob pop in, followed by inch after inch of the shaft, Donny’s dilated sphincter tightly gripping Mike’s penis, surrendering to his relentless rectal assault.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Donny sighed as he felt more and more of Mike’s big, rigid cock enter and fill his bottom.

“Damn, that tight ass feels good,” Mike growled, working it in and out now, with each thrust jamming it in just a little deeper.

“I bet it does,” I said, mesmerized as I watched Mike happily sodomize my husband, feeling a little envious of guys and their dicks. Sure I had a rubber one strapped to myself and sure I knew what it felt like to take it up the ass myself, but I could only imagine what an amazing sensation it must be for someone like Mike to feel a hot asshole grip his aching cock. Carol had told me what a freak Mike was for the rectal route. And he sure was proving it now as he kept hammering it up my husband’s horny young bottom.

Mike knew he was getting off on some tight male butt, but he also was well aware he was putting on a show for me, one I had desperately been wanting to see. And Mike did not disappoint as he made sure to make it a as vivid and nasty as possible, slowly working the full length of his cock inside, then pulling it out just as slowly, letting me see the open, exposed hole before he slid it back inside again.

I reached under to take hold of my husband’s cock which — no surprise — was big and stiff.

“He’s lovin’ it, Donny is. He’s got himself one almost as big as yours, Mike.” Now there was something else I wished to see, though I couldn’t be sure Mike would oblige. So I thought I’d ask.

“Wanna have a feel, Mike? Have a feel and see just how much Donny loves having you slam it up his ass.”

“Yeah, let me check it out,” Mike said with a sexy grin, reaching around and grabbing hold of my husband’s swollen penis. I twisted around on the bed so I could lean over and have a good look at Mike fondling and fisting my husband’s cock now as he fucked him. Up to now it had just been a rugged Mike making use of Donny’s mouth and asshole for his pleasure. So it was nice to see that he was willing to handle a cock too and give Donny a little hand job. From his groaning I knew Donny was appreciating it.

“Oh man! Oh shit!” I gasped, fisting my rubber one as I watched the scorchingly obscene show Mike was putting on. “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, you screwing Donny’s ass like that, fisting his dick.”

“Glad you like the show,” Mike said, winking at me.

“Like it? It’s driving me crazy seeing you fuck him!” I said, now unable to resist working my hand under the dildo harness and digging it into my pussy. The leather patch of the harness pressing against my pussy was soaked. And my pussy itself was drenched. I was so wet it was dripping down my legs, making my thighs all sticky. Sure, I was pretending to be a guy, with my strap-on and everything. And, sure, I’d been doing some solid fucking here. But though ‘having’ a cock and using it really turned me on, that arousal was felt, I could not deny, in my clit. And it was that swollen stiff little nub I was fingering like mad now.

“How do you like it Donny?” I sneered at my husband. “How do you like having a horny stud pumping his meat up your tight little queer ass?”

Donny knew how much I sometimes liked thinking of him as a ‘queer.’

“I– I– I– like it!” he gasped, pushing back against Mike’s vicious thrusts.

For more than a year I’d been trying to talk Donny into taking it up the ass from a guy, something he once used to love to do. For a year he had rebuffed my pleading but here he was finally relenting, taking it and loving it!

“How about you take over for a while?” Mike said, pulling out. I hadn’t expected this, but suddenly it seemed just right. Mike was suggesting that we trade off and take turns fucking Donny’s butt. So now I knelt behind Donny and slammed it up his ass again as Mike moved aside. It turned me on more than ever now, fucking my husband, knowing that ass of his had just been fucked by a guy.

“Yeah, do it stud, fuck that ass!” Mike hissed in my ear, urging me on.

That only pumped me up as I fucked the shit out of Donny.

“Uh huh, get your stud cock in there!” he urged, pushing on my butt.

“Oh God! It drives me nuts to hear you talk to me like that to me!” I gasped, slamming it in there a few more times before I let Mike take over again.

Now I pulled back behind Mike to have myself an overview, watching his buttocks pump forward as he kept driving it up my husband’s bottom.

Suddenly I wanted to get between those buttocks of Mike’s, with my tongue!

“Let me have some of this,” I said, kneeling behind him, spreading his buns open. Then I drove my tongue into his hot, humid crack and found his hole. Donny had already licked it, now I licked it. Husband and wife had both gone down on Mike’s rugged stud ass! Pressing my face between his cheeks, I ate out that hot ass of Mike’s like the slut maniac I had become, lapping away at the rubbery sphincter like a starved slut who had struck gourmet gold.

“Hey Donny?” Mike sneered. “Your bitch is down on her knees behind me eating out my asshole while I’m filling up yours, dude. Ain’t that a trip!”

Damn, this Mike was nasty! Even nastier than I had hoped for. Most men, they call me a bitch, I smack them for sure. But now, under these particular circumstances, I absolutely loved having Mike call me a bitch! That’s what I was, a bitch in heat pretending to be a stud.

Now it was my turn again as Mike pulled out and let me take over once more. This time Mike got behind me and I felt him reaching between my legs from behind, working his fingers under the harness, into my pussy.

“Damn, you are seriously wet,” he hissed in my ear.

“I’m wet because this here scene is making me so damned hot!” I hissed back at him, turning my neck to look into his smoldering eyes. His fingers felt so good in my pussy. Sure I had been imagining me and Mike as two studs ganging up on a third. But I was a hot, horny woman with a dripping cunt and Mike couldn’t ignore that. He worked a wet finger up from my pussy into my crack, finding my asshole this time. A shiver shot up my spine as I felt Mike’s finger pressing against my sphincter.

“Oh yeah, stick it in!” I couldn’t help crying out as I now felt Mike slide a finger inside my bottom. Denise had done this to me, fingered my asshole while I fucked my husband’s. But it wasn’t the same. There was just something about getting your ass reamed by the guy who had just fucked your husband that really hit the spot. He worked that finger in all the way, digging in nice and hard.

“How about I fuck your ass now, Peggy?” Mike whispered in my ear. “That way I get to sodomize both husband and wife today.”

“Oh man, you are nasty,” I said, turning back to look at him. “Sure, go ahead and do it. Grease it up and fuck it! Fuck it like you mean it!”

Since my whole trip with my husband is that I’m the top, I do his ass, I rarely get mine fucked. Once in a while I give Donny a treat and let him do me that way, but not often. But suddenly there was nothing on this planet that I wanted more than to feel what my husband had felt, to feel Mike’s big, stiff cock buried in the hot depths of my bottom.

So now Mike reached for the lube, and pulling the dildo strap aside, worked a big dab in with his fingers, prepping me, as I never let up fucking my husband.

“Ready for some cock!” he growled, pulling the dildo strap aside.

“Yeah, give it to me!” I insisted, then addressed my husband. “Mike’s gonna fuck my ass now, baby, he’s gonna shove his big cock all the way up my asshole while I keep on fucking yours.”

And then I felt it, that big knob of his cock pressing in between my cheeks, entering me, slowly filling my ass with its insistent stiffness.

“Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!” I howled as he now took hold of my hips and slid it inside me with that nice, smooth rhythm I had been watching him use on my husband, taking his time, getting it in deep! I turned my head, wanting to look right at Mike while I took it and gave it both.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good in there!” I said, looking into his eyes, burning with lust. The full length was buried in the torrid depths of my rectum now, his balls slapping against my cheeks as he drove it as deep as he could. “Your ass is even tighter than your husband’s,” he said with a smirk.

“I don’t take it up there on a regular basis the way he does,” I purred.

I had another idea now, I wanted it a different way.

“Pull out a second, will you?” I asked him.

After he pulled his cock out of me, I withdrew mine from Donny’s butt. Then I unstrapped the dildo and flung it aside. Now I was going to be a woman, a wife, as I got up on the bed on elbows and knees right next to my husband, looking back over my shoulder at Mike.

“Do us both. Back and forth. Do both of our asses!” I pleaded as that foxy, shit-eating grin lit up his face again.

First he got behind Donny and slammed it up his ass again.

We were adjacent now, my husband and I, faces turned to each other, bottoms raised high for Mike’s big cock.

“Oh sweetheart!” I said to Donny. “It was just inside my ass, now it’s up yours again.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked right at me, grimacing as he happily endured yet more of Mike’s relentless rectal assault. I loved it, being right next to my husband, both of us sticking it out next to each other like two sluts in heat, Donny taking it now, me knowing any moment I was going to get my own dose.

And then that moment came as Mike pulled it out of Donny’s asshole and buried it back up mine.

“It’s great, isn’t it honey,” I said, looking straight at my husband. “taking a big hard cock up the ass. You love it, don’t you?”

“Uh huh, I do,” he whispered, admitting it freely.

“Tell me, let me hear you say what you love.”

“I love having a cock in my ass, a guy’s cock. Mike’s cock.”

“So do I! So do I!” I gasped, reaching over with my lips and giving my husband a tender kiss as Mike switched again, pulling it out of me and sticking it back up my husband’s bottom as we kept kissing.

I love my husband and he was really taking it like champ, just like I had wanted to see him take it. But now I wanted to give him something and to try another variation I’d fantasized about a lot.

“I got still another idea,” I said, nudging Mike to pull out of Donny’s ass.

Now I got down flat on my back and spread my legs wide, having Donny come between them.

“Oh yeah, baby, do it! Fuck me!” I gasped, looking into my husband’s eyes as he slid his prick inside me. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his well-exercised cock, watching. And I knew exactly what I wanted him to watch, reaching around and holding open my husband’s buttocks, revealing his asshole for Mike again, nice and vulnerable. I knew the lewdly exposed hole was all slick and dilated. Mike sure seemed to enjoy taking in an eyeful of the depraved sight as I ran my fingers into Donny’s crack to see how busted open his hole was, sliding three fingers easily inside as I stared straight at Mike.

“You really fucked the shit out of Donny’s asshole,” I said as Mike grinned sexily, loving it all. “That’s what you both wanted, ain’t it?” he said.

“Sure is,” I said, then looked at my husband. “Isn’t that right, Donny? Isn’t that what you wanted? To have a big dick buried up your hot queer ass?”

I somehow got a charge reminding my husband of his gay side.

“Uh huh,” Donny panted as he fucked me.

“Turn around and tell Mike.”

“That’s just what I wanted, dude,” Donny said, craning his neck to look back at Mike. “I wanted you to fuck me with your big hard dick.”

I loved it, loved hearing my husband say this to Mike.

“Now stick it in again!” I hissed, looking up at Mike over Donny’s shoulder. “Stick it back inside his asshole!”

Through all my fantasizing, this was an image that always recurred. My husband was on top, fucking me, while a stud knelt behind him and buried his cock up Donny’s ass as I reached around to hold Donny wide open, husband and wife getting fucked at the same time, one in the cunt, one in the ass.

Mike smiled that cute, horny smile of his again as he got in position behind Donny. And then as Donny sighed and a grimace animated his face I knew Mike was burying it inside him again. Working my hand around, into his crack, I ran my fingers around the rim where Mike’s thick and rigid girth was saying another hot hello to my husband’s stretched-open asshole. It all made me feel delirious with lust. I love having my husband fuck me, but to know that now as he was screwing me there was a thick, nine inch cock buried inside him drove me insanely crazy!

Donny’s face was buried against my neck as he took it while giving it to me. And now Mike and I found ourselves face to face as he leaned over.

“This is so fuckin’ hot,” I said. “Doing it this way.”

Donny wasn’t moving at all, his body pressed tightly against mine and his cock deep in my pussy as Mike pummeled the shit out of him. I could feel every nuance of Mike’s hard hammering into Donny’s bottom.

“Jam it in there! Hard! Deep! Fuck his fuckin’ slut ass!” I hissed at Mike as I kept reaching around and holding my husband’s buttocks wide open. Mike loved the prodding, pumping away furiously, so furiously that his thrusts felt like an electric surge that ran through my husband’s body into my own. It was like Mike was fucking me and Donny together at once. We gazed into one another’s eyes, Mike and I. Then he brought his lips close to mine. We kissed, lips parting, tongues meeting, hot breath fusing. I closed my eyes taking in every vivid sensation. The kiss, wet, warm, passionate, tender. My husband fucking me. And knowing that as he was fucking me, as I was kissing Mike, Mike had every inch of his cock buried up my husband’s ass. That recognition made every never fiber in my body feel alive, made me shiver with pure, raw lust.

“Your husband is a pretty lucky guy, I’d say, getting his butt fucked nice and hard while he plows it up that tight, wet pussy of yours,” Mike smirked, pulling away from my lips..

“Did you hear that, Donny?” I cackled. “Mike thinks you’re one lucky dude.”

“Now I got an idea,” Mike said, pulling out and helping me and Donny roll over so that I was on top of my husband now, riding his prick. Immediately I had a sense of just what that idea was, and it sent a shiver running through me again.

“Are you gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?” I said, looking back over my shoulder at Mike, breathless with excitement.

“Yup,” he growled, kneeling behind me, wedging his cock between my cheeks and working it back up my ass, this time with Donny’s cock already buried in my cunt. I knew all about this variation. Everyone’s heard about it, seen it in porn films, but I’d never done it, never been ‘sandwiched’ like this. I almost fainted from the raw sensation. What could be more amazing for a woman than to have a big cock buried in her ass while another one plows her pussy? I knew that one day I’d get to try this, and now that day had come.

I looked back at Mike.

“Oh man, you can’t believe how good this feels!” I groaned. “Having all this hard dick in my fuckin’ body.”

Mike had himself a thick nine inches; Donny a solid seven at least. That meant I had sixteen inches of rigid, aching cock buried up my two fuck holes. Just the thought of that gave me the shivers.

And I tried to imagined what it felt like for the guys, their cocks grinding against each other, separated only by the thin sheath of muscle that divided my rectum from my vagina.

Obviously it felt a little too good for Donny, because before I could really get to enjoy a full dose of this dual assault of my hot, willing orifices, I saw beads of sweat break out on Donny’s forehead as he grunted, and that told me he was climaxing. Pretty soon I could feel his cock go soft inside me.

Mike could probably feel Donny go soft too, so he pulled his out of my ass.

“Bring your faces up together, cheek to cheek,” Mike told us.

“Good. Now open your mouths wide.”

Donny’s cheek was pressed against mine, my mouth and his mouth both open wide as Mike had instructed. I knew what was coming and I could hardly wait as Mike brought his stiff, aching cock up to our faces, fisting it slowly.

“Here, eat it up,” Mike sneered, jamming his cock into Donny’s mouth. “It’s just been all the way up your wife’s tight ass.”

I fingered my pussy to a volcanic climax as Mike went back and forth fucking Donny’s mouth, then mine. Finally he pulled it back a couple of inches and twisted it slowly in his hand. I remembered how heavily he had unloaded that time I showed him the video and jerked him off. Now here it came again, torrents of semen shooting out of him all over my face and Donny’s, into our open mouths.

“Look Donny, cum, you get to taste cum again!” I said as I watched Donny’s face being splattered with Mike’s semen as, at the same time, the hot spunk splashed against my own face. There we were down on our knees together, husband and wife, cheeks and lips covered with the pearly gobs of Mike’s awesome ejaculation, Mike slapping our faces with his still big and meaty, but no longer quite rigid cock.

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