This is a republishing of a story that had many mistakes, including the title. There is an interracial overtone to this story which seems to offend some people. If interracial sex offends you, I suggest you not read this one. There are probably still some minor mistakes in punctuation. Sorry, I do my best. I occasionally forget tenses, so I am endeavoring to do better.
Michelle: (Part 1) An Accepting Wife
The Idea
Michelle is a lovely woman with a sensitive and loving husband. Her skin white, some might even call it alabaster. Michelle is very pretty, but really does not know how attractive a woman she is. A nice figure and in her life she has never had any difficulty in attracting others of the opposite sex. But, it was surprise, not just to her, but also to her family, when it was the first black man she went out with that she fell in love with. Nine months after their first date they were married and have been, up to this point, very happy. Her husband Michael is sweet, always good to her, and they have lived a comfortable life.
Michael was very good at love-making. He had a large cock, but that was not the reason she enjoyed sex with him. He was and is careful, considerate and sweet when having sex with her. Unless of course she wants him to just fuck her. He is always glad to oblige. The entire big black cock stereotype always made them both laugh. Certainly his cock was larger than normal, but his talent was in caring about the person he was making love to. She learned over the two years of his marriage that this was just the way he was.
It was as they passed the two year mark in their marriage that Michelle began to notice the ardor in their relationship had started to wane. They still had sex on a regular basis, but it had become obvious, at least to Michelle, that they needed something to spice up their marriage bed. Michelle was not sure what. She had some thinking to do. Michelle did not say anything to her husband, and she wondered what she could do to make things better. She believed in her heart of hearts, that she was more happy in her sex life then Michael was. It worried her, for she knows that Michael is a gorgeous man and Michelle worried he might stray. It was her own insecurities that led her to believe this. She also knows that she had no real reason to doubt her husband’s love.
Michelle spent many lunches with a group of girl friends. They often went out to lunch together as a group. Three of the woman are married, three are single. Michelle is close to them all. The group always comments on her husband. They tease her about how good looking he is. About how well built Michael is. Michelle once mentioned that he was well endowed, and they often teased her and made jokes about it.
They were at lunch one day at an outdoor cafe. COVID had made it harder for them to meet, and they all wore masks but still laughed and giggled as usual. On this particular day only three were able to make it to the lunch. The first was Diane, a decade older than Michelle, pretty if a bit overweight. Diane stands about five feet six inches tall and weighs in at about one hundred and sixty pounds. Diane carries a bit of weight on her stomach, but not enough to call her fat. She is Italian, with that kind of in between complexion. Brown eyes and a pretty smile. Nice full breasts which Michelle knows her husband Michael loves. She is married, but as she always puts it, her husband has sex usually only on the occasion of the full moon.
Next was Linda. About the same age as Michelle, twenty-six. Tiny in comparison to the rest of the girls, five feet two inches tall and she probably weighs in at about one hundred and ten or fifteen pounds. Blonde hair, blue eyes, she is in a word gorgeous. She has not had a real relationship in almost two years and all she ever talks about is how horny she is. The group teases her, often, that she needs to get laid. But, though smart and sexy, the others considered her a bit naive.
“So, Linda. Any prospects?” It was Diane that asked. The group always asks her if she might have a new guy.
“You know, COVID has made that impossible. I mean a couple of guys I have talked to on the dating aps…, but no sparks.”
Diane then said, “Shit girl. Sparks? How about a guy with a pulse that is not an ax murderer? You need to get laid. I mean I need to get laid too, but God, girl, you really need to get laid.”
They all laughed once again and Michelle had a thought that had been crossing her mind for weeks. It was time for her to finally get up the guts to mention it. For Michelle had fantasies of watching Michael having sex with another woman. Of course the first women that came to mind were her friends. She finally managed to raise her courage. She finally managed to broach the subject. It took her a minute, the conversation lagged as she summoned up that courage. “Okay ladies I have been thinking about something.”
They must have detected a note of seriousness in her voice for they both turned and looked at Michelle. It was Diane who asked, “What’s up Michelle?”
She gulped and then continued, “Well, I have a crazy idea. If COVID were not a thing, I probably would not have thought of this. I mean it’s crazy.”
Diane looked at Linda and then looked at me. “Okay… Spit it out girl.”
“Okay, but if this affects our friendship just pretend I never said it, okay?”
Again Diane looked at Linda. All she said was, “Go ahead.”
“This is hard to say,” Michelle began. “Would either of you. Well…, would you like to be fucked by my hunk of a husband?” Michelle is very light complected, her blush obvious to any who were looking at her. Including her friends. This is the kind of thing a husband usually likes to see his wife do. At least that is the common perception anyway. But Michelle was really excited at the thought.
For at least twenty seconds no one said a word. Surprisingly is was Linda who finally replied, “Your not kidding…, are you?”
Linda then covered her mouth with her hand as if she forgot she had a mask on. Michelle replied, “No, I am not. My husband is the best fuck anyone of you could experience. Honestly, I feel guilty some times that I am so lucky. And, if you would allow it, well…, watching my husband fuck my friends might spice up our sex life.”
Her two friends hedged, not really answering. Diane talked about her husband and that she was married, and would never cheat. For her part Linda said that she was not that desperate to get laid. Michelle let it drop and the rest of their lunch was pretty much standard fair. The ladies left as if nothing had ever been said about Michelle’s fantasy.
Later that same evening Michelle decided to broach the subject with Michael. “Honey…, can I ask you something?” Michelle and Michael had just had sex and Michelle was in the afterglow. She was finally able to nerve herself into bringing up the subject.
“Sure babe, what’s up?”
“Well, I was wondering. What do you think of my friends? The group of them. You know who I mean.”
“Yeah, mostly. What do you mean, and why do you ask?”
“Well, let’s say Diane and Linda.”
“You know I like Diane. Linda is a little bit quiet, but she seems okay. Again…, why do you ask?”
She looked at her tall handsome husband and asked, “I mean, well, do you thing either or both of them are attractive?”
Michael looked at his wife with that look of his where he thinks she said something stupid or out of line. “This is a trap. If I say they are good looking you get jealous and hit me. If I say they are not, you think I am lying. I can’t win.”
Grasping his big muscular arm as she lay next to him she replied, “No, really. Be honest. Tell me what you think.”
He turned and looked at his wife, he finally understood that she was being serious. “Are you okay? What’s got you all weirdee.” It was what he called his wife when he thought she was in a mood, or making fun of him.
“I am fine. Can you answer the question?”
“Okay, fine. Diane is sexy. Yes, I have always thought she was sexy. Linda is…, in a word, gorgeous. But you know me, I like nice asses and they both have that going for them.” He followed that comment with a big grin.
“Okay, this is gonna sound weird. But, hon…, I want you to fuck them. I want to watch. I mean whomever is willing. You know what I mean…” Her voice trailed off.
Michael looked at his wife. He knew she was serious immediately. He looked into Michelle’s eyes. He could see she was not kidding. At the same time Michelle could see the idea appealed to her husband. For a moment he did not say anything, but finally he asked her, “Are you for real? I mean you don’t care if I fuck another women?”
“As long as I am there. Hopefully to watch. If they don’t want me to watch, I can listen at the door and you can tell me about it later.”
Michelle is about five feet six inches tall. Green eyes, which were what first attracted her husband to his lovely bride. Michelle has a very nice figure, something she is very proud of. Her husband loves her C sized breasts but especially her ass. Doggy with her is his favorite sexual position. It was honestly hers also. The conversation, the idea, must have really turned him on. He then quickly pinned her to the bed and fucked her like she was nothing but a hole for his dick. He did not act this way very often but when he did, in the right mood, it turned her on. Her husband, she thought to herself, is a God in bed. They fell asleep, holding each other, and Michelle wondered as she faded if she was being crazy. Who shared their husband?
It was the very next day that Diane phoned Michelle.
“Uhm, Michelle. How do I say this?”
“What’s up Diane?” Though she already had an inkling.
“What you said… I mean…, at lunch yesterday.”
“Mhm, Diane.”
“Is it for real? I mean, you will let your husband fuck me? That is assuming he wants to.”
“Oh, he wants to. He fucked me last night like crazy imagining it was you. Oh yeah, he wants to fuck you.”
“And this does not bother you?”
“Well…, I am trying to spice up our sex life. If you will allow it, I would like to watch him fuck you. Is that okay with you? ”
Her only reply was, “When?”
“Friday night, wear something sexy. Diane…, expect to be fucked really hard. He has been imagining fucking you for years. Seven pm.”
The First Encounter
That Friday Michelle and her husband had a light dinner. Michelle had told Diane to wear something sexy. Michelle grinned to herself when Diane knocked on their door and Michelle opened it to see her in a trench coat. Precisely at seven pm as she had been instructed to arrive at their house. Michelle lead her into the living room and offered her a cup of tea. She sat her purse down next to the couch and began, “Michelle. I am so nervous. Don’t mind me, but can we get this show on the road?”
As far as Michelle knew Michael was just getting out of the shower. He had shaved his head since he was a teenager so that his showers could sometimes be long events. “One sec, let me see if he is ready, okay?”
Diane just nodded her head and Michael’s wife could see how nervous she was. Michelle smiled at her and headed back to their bedroom where her husband had already dried off. He was about to put on some clothes. Michelle interrupted him by saying, “Love, just put on a robe. She is here and ready. I mean really ready.” For good measure, as he slipped into his bathrobe, Michelle walked over and dropped to her knees. Michael was already semi-hard when she reached into his bathrobe, took his huge cock in her hand and began to suck on it.
“Mmmm, baby. Feels good. God you are so good at this.” His cock was getting hard very quickly, and that is all she wanted, an erect dick for Diane to enjoy. “Okay, baby. How do you want to do this?”
Michelle looked at him with a smile and then she stood back up. He said, “I mean, on the bed…, laying down? Or greet her at the door? What should I do?”
“Baby, lay back, have your robe open. Keep that cock hard. If you have to stroke it, okay. Just make sure that when she walks in she gets a view of your hard cock. Okay?”
“What ever you say, love.” Michael replied.
Michelle began, “When I bring her in I will go to the chair in the corner here.” The chair in the opposite corner of the room from the entry door to the bedroom, directly on the right. “Now, as we discussed. Tonight you are not married. I am not here. You just brought some hot woman home to fuck. Forget I am here, say or do what ever you want. Okay?”
“I understand Michelle.”
Michelle left the room and went back to the living room. Diane was pacing and Michelle smiled at her nervous friend. “Are you ready, Diane?”
“I guess as ready as I will ever be.”
“Okay, lets go.” Michelle said and took her hand leading her to the bedroom.
Michelle’s husband was on his side facing the ladies as they walked in, stroking his cock. The pair stood in the door way, and without her permission Michelle began to remove Diane’s coat. “Oh, okay.” Diane responded at the surprise of Michelle disrobing her. The coat off, Diane was revealed to be wearing Black lace bra, with black sexy undies. Diane wore three quarter length see through black stockings, attached by straps to her sexy underwear. Michelle moved to her chair as her husband continued to stroke his cock. The suddenly shy Diane, just stood there.
“Come here, Diane.” He said to her in a gentle voice. She did finally move tentatively across the room to him. She came to the end of the bed and he patted the side of the bed closest to where his wife watched. The left side of the bed. He said, “Come. I do bite, but I think you will like it.” He had a big grin on his face as he said it, still stroking his cock with his right hand. For her part she was unable to speak. She just stared at his eight inch, fat cock. Michelle had a bet with herself that it would at least cause her pause, if not scare her out right. “What’s wrong, babe…?” Michael asked Diane.
Finally she spoke. “My God. Your wife’s words do not do it justice. You are, well…, huge.”
“Come here…,” he said, “You are not going to get out of it now. You are way too hot. I promise I will go slow. But Diane, I so want you right now. That outfit is so fucking sexy. ”
Diane climbed up next to him and he immediately took her right hand and placed it on his cock. Michelle watched as he leaned in and kissed her, Diane nervously stroking his cock. She stroked just an inch or two up and down his stiff prick. So nervous, but Michelle thought that her husband was right. Diane in that outfit is very sexy.
Diane did respond to Michael’s kiss. As evidence, her her left arm went around his neck and she began to kiss him back passionately. At the same time her hand moved with a bit more urgency. Michael then reached his hand down and Michelle guessed that her panties must be crotch-less. She moaned and Michelle thought his hand had found her slit. Their kiss was very real, they were enjoying each other’s mouths and it was also turning Michelle on. Slowly, carefully, Michael broke their clutch, stood on the side of the bed opposite his wife and dropped his robe to the floor. “Diane, I am sorry if I am impatient, but I want to fuck you.” She nodded her head yes as he climbed on top of her, pushing her back onto the bed. He put his big cock between her spreading legs.
“Slow Michael, go slow.” She said.
“Are…, are you ready or shall I help you Diane.”
“No, it’s okay. I am plenty wet. Just…, gently Michael.”
He smiled at her. Diane let out a moan as he held his cock in one hand and teased her opening. Michelle could see him move his huge member up and down in the gap of her underwear, and though Diane was trepidatious, Michelle could also see by the way she looked up at Michael that she wanted it. Suddenly she reached up and pulled his mouth to hers. He took that as a signal, and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt.
For Michelle watching it was so desire inducing. So hot, she suddenly realized her own hand was in her underwear. Michelle was wearing shorts, undies underneath, and a t-shirt with a bra underneath. She was so hot as he began to stab his cock in and out of her hot pussy. A mental image of a bull fucking a heifer came to her mind. But Michael was going very slow and gentle. Letting his new lover adjust to his large cock.
They broke their kiss, he held himself up, his arms extended. “Oh…, God, Michael. Fuck, oh fuck. So big.” She had her hand against his chest sort of holding him back. It was apparent that she was not ready for him to fuck her too vigorously. As he slowly pumped in and out of her pussy their was a grimace of sorts on her face.
Still being gentle, Michael pushed his knees up, grabbed her legs and spread them up and wide. As he did this he began to push his cock a little bit further with each stroke into her pussy. “You are so tight. Oh God baby, so fucking tight.”
She groaned in response, her body beginning to except his huge member. Her hands caressed his muscular arms. Deeper and deeper his cock penetrated Diane’s pussy. “Oh God. Yes. Fuck me now Michael. Fuck me, you sexy man.” Meanwhile Michelle was as turned on as she have ever been. She watched as he dropped his mouth and pulled her bra down with his teeth. He then began to suck on her left breast. She wrapped her arms around his neck as now he began to fuck her in earnest. But, he still could not get his cock all the way into her. Michelle was very familiar with that that felt like. Every spot, every point in her love canal being touched by his member.
He lifted his mouth and said, “You like that baby?”
“Oh God yes. Fuck yes. Are…, are y-you g-going to cum in me…, baby.”
He smiled at her and leaned in kissing her once again. “Mhm, yes Diane. G-going to fill you up. I want to fuck you again…, okay?”
“Of course…, of course Michael.” She sort of squinted, her body reacting with each pump of his member.
He once again brought his mouth to hers and to his wife’s surprise, his entire cock buried itself in her pussy as he began to rapidly fuck her. Harder and harder, Diane not wincing at all now, loving his member fucking her wet love tunnel. Michelle thought she saw something, so she moved closer and noticed the thirty-six year old woman’s cum not only dripping down into her ass, but also coating his cock. She then moved back to her chair. She did not want to interrupt their love-making.
They kept kissing, the two locked in a clutch of pure desire. Faster and faster, her legs spread wide, her feet almost straight up. Her husband fucked down into her now, their bodies slamming together each time a slapping noises filled the room. He now arched his back, his head in the air, “C-cumming baby. Fuck yes, cumming inside you. F-fuck yes, fuck yes. God that feels so good. So good baby… ” Michelle stopped at this point playing with herself. She did not want to cum yet, for she knew they were going to fuck again. The pair so hot for each other.
He finally finished, let her legs dropped and fell against her. “Oh God that was hot.” He said as he rolled off of her. She giggled at this point and leaned over and kissed Michael again.
“You want me again, don’t ya baby?” He said.
She responded, “Oh God yes. You have maybe ten minutes and then you are going to fuck me again. Meanwhile, let me clean up. I am a mess. ”
She went to our master bathroom. He suddenly looked at his wife. “Come here babe.”
Michelle did as she was asked, sat on the bed next to him. “Babe, you sure you are okay with this?”
“Mhm. Love watching you with Diane. Did…, I mean, are you having a good time?”
“I think you know I am.”
“Then go for it.”
“Do you want to do the same..? I would love to watch you get fucked. I mean now that you have seen me fuck Diane.”
Michelle leaned in and kissed him at this point. “Baby, I doubt if there is a man out there that can turn me on the way you do.” She said. She paused, trying to think about her response. “Maybe, down the road. If you are okay with it I will think about it.”
“Well,” he responded, “If you do…, if you decide you want to. I want to be there too. Okay?”
“Don’t worry about it, babe. I am fine for now. Just enjoy your evening as I am.”
The Second Encounter
Diane came out of the master bathroom and climbed on the bed opposite Michelle again, now Michael moving over to the side of the bed closest to his wife. She immediately grasped his cock and began to stroke it. “You ready for more Michael?”
“Question is Diane, are you ready?”
Diane smiled and then dipped her face to his manhood. She took just the head of his cock in her mouth. He moaned slightly as she sucked on it, Michelle could see her tongue swirling in her mouth, around his now very hard prick. Slowly she slid her mouth down further onto his cock taking about a third of his cock into her opening. At the same time stroking it gently. The room was filled with the sound of Diane’s slurping noises. Michael was truly enjoying her attention as was shown by his next words. “F-fuck…, you are good at this Diane.”
Diane was naked. She had taken off her lingerie, and she was enjoying herself. It became quickly obvious that her intent in sucking his cock was get him hard again. She looked at him and said, “Lay back.” He obliged and she climbed on top of him straddling his manhood. On one knee, the other on her foot the leg bent. She tried to place his huge cock at her opening. It was a bit awkward, she finally used both hands, one at the front with the other she grasped his member from behind. Slowly she slid down, taking his cock in her hot pussy. “Oh, fuck, God you are hard to g-get used to. “She leaned forward, now dropping to the other knee as she took about half of his cock into her body, leaning forward her face close to his.
Michael pulled her too him, closer, and began to kiss her. Michael is a kisser, and it was something that Diane appeared to enjoy as well. Their mouths locked passionately. Michael let Diane take complete control. It was sexy, there was cum on his cock again, Diane was having an orgasm as she worked up and down on his cock trying to take more and more of his cock into her very needful cunt.
As her orgasm overtook her she squeezed Michael’s cock. Her muscles stronger than he had expected. “Oh, Jesus Diane… That feels so good.”
Diane moaned again and that is when Michael grabbed her ass and held her in place as he took control and began to fuck his cock up into her juicy cunt. Once again Michelle slid her hand down her waist and into her underwear. Michelle found her slit as her husband fucked Diane. Michael becoming even more forceful with each thrust of his manhood. He began to move faster in and out of her, his cock finally buried all the way into her wanton love tunnel. Their mouths still locked as Michelle found her button and began to make little circles. This time she knew she was going to make herself cum.
“Oh fuck, fuck. G-God, cumming again Michael. B-best fuck I have ever had.” She said breaking their kiss. He was holding her so tight she could not move and he was fucking her as hard as Michelle had remembered him fuck. He seemed to be in that zone Michelle recognized when he did her doggy style. But not this time, the cowboy position with Diane really seemed to turn him on. Michelle could see he was about to cum again. She could tell by the way he was holding her ass cheeks open, fucking his cock up into her. He was hot for her, and though Michelle thought she should be jealous, she was not. It turned Michelle on watching her Michael fuck another woman.
“Baby, g-gonna cum in you again. Fuck you are so hot, so fucking hot. God. You are so good at this, baby…” Michael said this as she squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. He pounded into her, hard now, she just hung on as she could as he used her. She freed her arms and leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. Michelle could see that he was really enjoying her and though Michelle thought that there was real pain for Diane, she still seemed to be enjoying herself. “Fuuuuuuuuck, cumming baby. Fucking cumming baby. I am filling up your pussy again…” There was cum dripping from around his cock as he pumped her. She groaned in what must have been ecstasy, his mouth on her right breast, sucking, biting as he finished his orgasm. As they finally slowed, Diane brought her mouth to his and they kissed like two lovers. Two lovers having an incredible sexual encounter.
“Mmmmm,” Michelle moaned, for as they kissed, another orgasm overtook Diane. It was hot, this situation where she watched her husband fuck one of her closest and oldest friends. It was erotic, and exciting, and her own orgasm also overtook her.
Michelle was not a squirter. She had her undies on anyway. Michelle made a mess in those underwear. For their part the two finally lie next to each other catching their breath’s. Michelle thought that the pair looked very sexy. The two looked satiated but Michelle thought to herself they probably were not done.
The Final Encounter
Diane had arrived at seven and it was not even nine when the second encounter between her husband and Diane finished. At this point the trio decided to have some snacks in the living room and the two flirted in front of Michelle as if she was not even there. It bothered Michelle not at all, for she loved sharing her husband with Diane.
They sat in the living room. Michelle sat in the recliner. Michelle had put the trench coat back on and the pair sat next to each other on the couch. Michael kept sneaking a hand inside of the coat, grabbing a handful of breast or thigh. She did not seem to mind for she giggled every time.
Finally after about a half hour Diane looked at Michelle and said, “Thank you for the time of my life Michelle. Just so you know…, your man is going to fuck me again. I think he has one more in him.” Michelle just smiled, she did not respond, but she knew she was correct and looked forward to watching again. First Michelle walked over to the couch and removed the bathrobe from her husband. Diane smiled and pushed him back on the couch and took off her trench coat. Dropping to her knees Diane once again grasped his cock and began to suck on it. She struggled, but took more of his large member into her mouth then the previous time. She stroked the lion’s share of with her hand, but still pleasured him with her tongue.
Michelle watched, transfixed. She kept sucking it until he finally put his hand on her head and forced more of his cock into her mouth than she could do on her own. She choked, saliva leaking a bit from the corners of her mouth and then he released her head. She moved back, a huge line of spit connected from her lips, her tongue, to his cock. “Ohhh, God, fuck yes.” This is all he said as Diane went back to work on his manhood.
For a moment Diane removed her mouth from his cock but kept stroking him. “Michelle…, help me out. Make sure my pussy is wet.” She said to Michelle. Michelle thought to herself that she had never had any interest in women. Even so she walked to her bedroom and quickly collected her favorite lubricant from her bedside table. Quickly back to the living room, she squirted a big glob on her hand. Moving up behind her, she found Diane’s slit. Michelle spread her pussy lips with her left hand as she pushed that glob of goo into her pussy with the her fingers of her right hand. Michelle had never had her hand inside another woman, and for some reason she found it erotic. She pumped her a few times, making sure she was very wet, and then stepped back, her hand covered with lubricant, Diane’s juices, and traces of their cum.
Diane then released his cock and turning around straddled him. “Thank you Michelle,” she said as she grasped his cock, and slowly slid down onto it. Michelle was back in the recliner, and she loved watching his cock go in and out of her pussy. “So good…, God your husband is so good, Michelle.”
For his part he brought his hands around and played with her breasts as she pumped up and down on his once again engorged member. Again, it was erotic, sensual, her need for his cock, his enjoyment of her hot pussy. Her feet she lifted to the couch, her hands on he back of the couch as she continued to fuck Michael. Slowly she fucked up and down on him. Michelle could see that both Diane and Michael wanted Michelle to see his cock go in and out of her. In truth Michelle was enjoying every second of it.
Finally Michael wanted something different. Michael used his incredible strength, and though Diane is a few pounds over weight, he pushed her off of him, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder like she was a doll. She made an “oh” sound startled by his sudden caveman move. Michelle followed as he carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed on her stomach. He then climbed on the bed behind her, pulled her hair not too roughly so that she was pulled to her hands and knees. Then he quickly slid his huge cock inside her.
“Ah, shit, God. F-fuck Michael. Oh God…,” she moaned and grunted as he fucked her very hard, not letting her be in control at all this time. He released her long dark hair, and grabbed her hips, fucking roughly in and out of her from behind.
“Oh, yeah. Nice. Nice pussy Diane. God yes. You are so hot.”
“Y-yes Michael. Fuck yes, fuck me Michael.”
The two were in power lust and Michelle had once again regained her chair. She sat back while the two new lovers went at it, her husband fucking her friend, Diane taking his cock like a whore. This time Michelle undressed. She sat nude in the chair her legs up, spread wide, and she began to play with her slit again.
“You like that babe?” Michael said looking at his wife. “You like watching my cock go in and out of Diane?” Michelle nodded yes and continued to play with her own slit. She teased herself at this point, just running her fingers up and down her wet pussy.
“Oh, f-fuck. I am cumming Michael, cumming again.” She said but Michelle did not see much as her mind was on her own body. She took her left hand and rubbed her breasts as finally she entered her own pussy with a finger. Slowly she fucked herself as Michael fucked Diane, but watched his wife fuck herself.
“God babe. Oh God. Thank you for this. So much fun fucking your friend. Diane is good at this…, fuck yes.”
Michelle said, “You can fuck her again,” Michelle stuttered, “You can fuck her again. Any of…, of my f-friends that want to. This is so fucking hot.” Michelle meant every word. Watching him fuck other women Michelle knew was going to really spice up their sex life.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, f-fuck. His c-cock is so hard. S-so big. Oh God…” Diane went on and on
as Michael began to speed up, moving closer to his own orgasm.
For her own part, Michelle stuck a second finger into her pussy, rubbing the rough G spot with one of them. She brought her left hand down and played with her rock hard button. She pulled the hood back with two fingers and made little circles on her clit when it popped out of it’s hood. She did this just as he shoved Diane flat to the bed and spreading her arms out held her down as he pounded his cock into her.
“Gah, Gah, fuck c-cumming. Fucking cumming.” He grunted as he unloaded his third load of cum into Diane, still pumping her hard, the mattress bounding with each thrust into her. She grimaced, a look of pain/pleasure on her face, staring into Michelle’s now open eyes as he came in her. Over and over, her eyes twitching with each thrust, but it was obvious she was enjoying his man handling of her body, her cunt. Finally he began to slow, his cock still stabbing in and out of her, but gentler now. She smiled at Michelle as he fell atop her and then rolled off of her next to her on the opposite side of the bed.
“Oh my God.” Diane said as he stretched out next to her.
“Sorry…, I got carried away. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Michael said.
She turned and brought her face close to his and answered, “No, Michael. My husband can’t fuck to save his life. You can do that to me anytime.” She then rolled to him kissed him and he kissed her back, passionately. Michelle knew this was going to happen again, and she hoped not just with Diane.
Michelle still played with herself. Michael sat up and Diane leaned back into him, his arms wrapped around her, under her breasts. That sent Michelle over and as they watched she came again, making a complete mess all over herself and the chair. “Oh, God. Did you two like watching me.” They both nodded their heads yes as Michelle fell back in the chair and the trio laughed.