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Introduction:

Weeks after an awkward threesome with a new friend, my wife and him take it to the next level after a night of partying...except without me!

This story is true but only just manifested into written word when a FetLife friend and I traded experiences. I realized that I had forgotten about how this situation transpired, eventually leading me to the life I currently live. The topic we spoke of was about sharing partners and where lines were drawn. In his case, there were rules...and eventually they were broken while he was left in the shadows. In my case, there were unspoken rules as we were just going with the flow so to speak. Regardless, the following happened as close to how I can remember it.

Our FetLife friend and I also discussed our similarities and differences regarding our experiences...what our expectations were as opposed to what actually happened...sometimes on different planets...but loving the fact that our wives were enjoying the hidden pleasures that resided deep within them...with or without us.

Setting: We, meaning my wife and I had already had a threesome with this dude. It was impromptu and happened late one night while playing a board game. We changed the rules and made sure she was the beneficiary of all our pent up sexual energy. That evening ended up awkward with some tears as limits were topped and boundaries were thoroughly crossed.

Wife = she is short and petite standing 5 feet tall and weighing in at about 100 lbs with long blond hair. Though she is petite, she is still curvy with great legs, a little round bubble butt, D-cups topped with big nipples and always sports a perfectly trimmed pussy. She turns heads everywhere she goes.

New friend = also on the shorter side, probably about 5’5” but stout. He weighs well over 200 lbs and is very strong, though has an iron beer belly and is on the furry site. As we found out from our semi-failed threesome, his cock is longer than mine, thicker than mine and sports a huge plum sized head. He’s also an extremely heavy cummer.

Me = I’m pretty much opposite from our new friend. 6’2”, 190 lbs and go to the gym regularly so I have an athletic build. I don’t grow much hair anywhere on my body, so manscaping is not needed in my case. My cock is just shy of 7 inches and proportional.

This is what happened after the party...

Concerning my ex, that is exactly what it was like for me...a punch to the gut...but with a raging hard on too! I remember the first time (to my knowledge) they decided to break our rules and fuck around without me knowing. We had just concluded a crazy party at our place and the house was littered with random people passed out all over the place. They were in the master bedroom on the bed as was I and two other friends. We had a California King, so their was plenty of room for everyone. They were lying next to each other on one side of the bed and everyone else was criss crossed every which way. I remember our friend Michele was passed out with her humongous breast hanging out of her low cut v-neck shirt. She was next to them snoring, and I was barely awake on the other side of her. Anyway, I heard whispering between them, so I slowly turned my head looking over Michele’s body so I could see them. He was groping my wife’s large breasts from the outside of her shirt. He then grabbed her hand and attempted to put in on his crotch, but she resisted...initially. He kept at it and eventually she left it there, slowly moving Her little fingers up and down the length of his cock. He took this as a green light and moved his hands underneath her shirt and under her bra pawing away at her breasts and nipples. After a few minutes of this, he wanted more and told her to take his cock out. She didn’t comply, so he did it for her, re-placing her small hand on his now exposed, raging hard on. She grabbed what she could of his shaft and slowly moved her tiny hand in an up and down motion. I remember thinking how small her hand looked on his raging cock, her fingers didn’t even touch while wrapped around it. Needless to say, my heart was heavily beating away and blood was rushing down to my swollen cock. Obviously, he wasn’t going to stop at a handjob. He whispered telling her to go down on him, but she nodded her head, no. He kept pleading in a small voice, indicating how much of a treat it would be and that she was so beautiful, etc. It eventually worked and she looked around to make sure everyone was still in their alcoholic slumber. She then slowly scooted down until his cock was right in front of her face. I had to make an adjustment of a few inches as Michele was now sort of in my line of sight. I slowly scooted up just in time to see her stick her tongue out and lick the huge, throbbing head of his cock. It looked like it would never fit in her mouth. She wrapped her little hand around the base and licked it a few times like a lollipop. Not being a patient man, he whispered, telling her to put it in her mouth. He actually reached down, gently grabbed a handful of her blond hair and steered her mouth to his cock which she was propping straight out away from his body with her right hand. Without putting up a fight, she opened her mouth as it neared the tip of his cock. He used his grip on her hair as leverage, sliding as much of his cock into her small mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Trying to dislodge off his cock, she kept pulling her head back against his wishes. He waited until just the head remained in her mouth, then shushed her like a baby as if he knew she was going to say something contentious about the way he was forcing his cock down her throat. The look in her eyes said it all, but his shushing also worked.

He whispered something like, “That’s perfect baby, it feels soooo good when you do that...I love it. I’ve never felt this turned on before.”

Upon those words, he guided the rest of his cock back into the depths of her mouth and started a rhythm. Right when she would start to gag, he would pull off a bit and let her catch her breath. He let go of her hair and slowly pulled her hand off his cock.

He whispered, “No hands, don’t use your hands.” Without letting his cock leave her mouth, she continued to bob up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

Without her hand in the way, his cock looked enormous compared to her small mouth and face. It seems she was enjoying this a little more now that she was seemingly in control. This went on for a few more minutes all the while he was whispering his approval and an occasional swear word. He stopped her one last time. As she looked up, she released his cock from her mouth and asked if everything was ok.

He smiled and said, “Almost, but you’re neglecting my balls. They want some of your love too. Grab them and squeeze them hard while you suck me.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice as she pulled down his trousers a little more to fully expose his huge ball sack. She then tried to grab his entire ball sack in one hand but it wouldn’t fit. Doing the best she could, she resumed sucking on his rock hard cock. Minutes later, the room filled with the trademark blowjob noise, he was thrusting up to meet her downward bobbing and she seemed to really be working his balls over. That’s when I noticed that his left hand had at some point moved to Michele’s huge breasts and was feeling them up while he was moaning utterances of approval. Michele, for her part, was still out drunk and snoring.

After a few more minutes of blowing his cock, she stopped and asked, “Are you going to cum?”

He didn’t miss a beat and said, “Hell yes, but not right now. You’re so good and I don’t want it to stop. Just a little longer.”

With that, he actually pulled out his iPhone and started taking pictures! He was quietly telling her to do things like pull up so just the tip of his cock was in her mouth then look up at him...stick her tongue out and place the head of his cock in the middle of her tongue...put as much as she can in her mouth, etc. The whole time, he was taking pictures and short videos.

I couldn’t believe she was allowing him to do any of this as she never let me take pictures of her doing anything remotely as naughty. Hell, she never let me take pictures of her in anything but full dress, or once is awhile in her bikini while on vacation. Though she sucked my cock once in a while, it was always a short precursor to sex and never on my terms.

Back to the action at hand, he put the camera down and resumed his hip thrusts as she dutifully sucked away and squeezed at his giant balls for what seemed like forever. Again, I didn’t notice that his right hand had moved to Michele’s crotch and had already unbuttoned her jeans. His hand was halfway in her panties and you could see his fingers moving up and down...or in and out, who knows.

As his thrusts became more violent and his noises more audible she pulled her head off his cock and started jerking it with her right hand again. She looked up just as a few spurts of precum jumped out and landed on the tip of his cock. She also then kind of noticed that his right hand was moving next to them, though I don’t think she knew why. “Are you cumming?” she asked.

“Almost, but I need to be inside you first.” he responded. “Climb on top of me and sit on my cock.” he insisted. “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs.” she replied.

With that, they both quietly got up and left the room.

I couldn’t believe what was happening and for about a minute, didn’t know what to do next. At first I thought I needed to stop them, as if everything they did up to now was ok, but not what they were about to do! I decided that I would get up to see where they went and would decide what to do when I got there. But before that, I propped myself on my elbow and reached around to the front of Michele, who was still lightly snoring. I reached down to where his hand was and felt the hem of her tiny panties. Slipping my fingers only an inch beyond the hem led them to the very wet slit of her shaved pussy. Pushing down an inch or so further and sure enough, the entrance of her pussy was sloppy and hot...he was definitely banging her pussy with his fingers while my wife was sucking on his cock!

I quickly jumped out of the bed and tiptoed down the hallway past the living room where there must have been another three or four passed out bodies and to the kitchen. Through the kitchen were three stairs that led down to a large media room equipped with a large couch, loveseat and cigar chair. I tiptoed through the kitchen and once to the stairs, I could hear them whispering in the media room. There was a dim lamp left on in the media room so it was still pretty dark. Surprisingly, there were no passed out bodies in the room...they must have all decided to crash in the large bedroom at the far end of the media room.

I stepped down to the middle stair and peered around the corner. My wife was on her knees in the middle of the room, sucking him off with both hands on his ass. He was holding her hair in a ponytail with one hand, and snapping pictures with his iPhone in the other hand. It also looked like he was taking more video as he would pull out slowly, then use her blond ponytail to push his cock back down her throat until she gagged. Meanwhile, her hands switched to doing what he wanted them to do, pull and massage his giant balls that must have been so full of cum by now. Suddenly, he picked up the pace and started thrusting rather hard...over and over. He got the camera at the right angle, then pulled out, tilting her head so she was facing the ceiling. He held his pulsing cock right over her face and I watched as a thick, white stream of cum slowly oozed out of the giant, bulbous tip into her waiting mouth. After the last of the cum stream fell to her mouth, he grabbed his cock and shoved it back in her mouth, slowly fucking her with her ponytail again. This went on for another minute, giving me enough time to free my cock and start stroking it. When he eventually stopped, he told her to get on all fours on the cigar chair ottoman. She did as she was told and he took his place behind her and finished pulling her pants down to her knees.

There she was, bent over, ass in the air, waiting for whatever happens next. At this point, I was on the verge of cumming, so I had to just chill and stop touching my cock. I thought he was going to just plunge in, but instead he got on his knees as well and proceeded to eat her ass and pussy at the same time. Back and forth, he switched it up for a while before introducing his fat fingers. First, in her tight little pussy while eating her asshole, which manifested in her first orgasm, then eventually two in her pussy and one in her super tight asshole while flicking her clit with his tongue, which resulted in her second orgasm.

Finally, it was his turn again so he stood up, grabbed his thick, pulsing cock and lined it up with her little, wet pussy. He took his hand off, with just the head touching her pussy lips, then slid it balls deep in one slow, methodical stroke. That took her breath away and her hands balled up into fists immediately. He held himself there for about thirty seconds before slowly pulling back out until just his fat head was lodged, then back in again, slow and purposeful. He repeated this for quite some time before eventually picking up the pace and grabbing on to her small hips. Once he set the tempo, she was now pretty much having a constant orgasm, grabbing for anything around her, which there was nothing but the cigar chair and ottoman. He plowed his big cock in her tight little pussy for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only five minutes before he started grunting and thrusting so hard she was actually being pounded six inches forward with each thrust.

He finally spoke out in a normal voice, “Where do you want me to cum?” It took her a few seconds to register the question, but then she responded, “I don’t care, just don’t cum inside me, you’re not wearing a condom.”

With that, he spent the next dozen strokes making them count, slow and deep, then fast and deep, then he adjusted his grip on her hips and started pummeling her pussy like he wanted to split her in two. She started squealing loud...not sure if it was an orgasm or pain or both...then she yelled out loud, “Oh god fuck me!”

At this moment, he held himself in her pussy, buried balls deep and grunted loudly over and over again. I know this sound and knew he was filling her full of cum, all the while I was cumming on the wall opposite me on the stairs.

She was half passed out with her head resting on the ottoman when he pulled out. Again he kneeled behind her and started taking pictures of her well fucked pussy. I could see him smiling as a huge glob of cum escaped her tiny stretched out hole and slowly fell to the leather ottoman creating a large puddle.

I snapped out of it and put myself on high alert, ready to tiptoe at light speed back to the bedroom if need be.

They were silent for about a minute until he finally said, “Sorry, I came inside you, couldn’t help it.”

She barely lifted her head off the ottoman and replied, “That’s fine. That fucking felt awesome.”

As he was dressing, he said, “I gotta go. Are you sure you don’t want to meet up sometime?”

She replied, “I changed my mind. Just email or text me where.”

On this news, it was time for me to scram, so I cruised through the kitchen, down the hall and hopped back into bed next to snoring Michele and her big titties.

Only a few minutes later, my wife joined us in the bed and drifted off to sleep. There is more to the story, but I’ll stop typing now.

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