My wife and Chuck got into a sixty-nine position, with him on top, and made loud slurping noises as they pleasured one another orally for the next thirty minutes. He parted her labs with each hand and pressed his tongue far into her, reaching and swabbing with tip, pushing his face tight against her cunt. At the same time she bobbed her head up and down on his large cock, slurping and drooling all the while. When they were finished and spent, and she had taken all the semen he had to give, Claire told me to give them an hour, then we would go home.
On the way to our house, Claire turned to me and smiled. “How did you like sucking Chuck?”
“I love the taste of your pussy,” I said grinning.
Claire’s newest lover topped any I had seen her with before. We call her Carly, although she is a professional volleyball player and that is not her real name. She does television work and fairly well known, is nearly six feet tall, with the longest, sexiest legs I’ve ever seen, and she has the sweetest looking trimmed pussy you could imagine. Carly’s breasts are on the small side, as she is lean and muscled without an ounce of fat, but her nipples stand out as thick as my thumb and her tits are firm and nicely shaped.
“This is not audience participation event,” my wife told me with a grin as she and Carly stood undressing one another. They kissed, my wife having to stand on her tiptoes, and then she turned to me again and said. “You can fuck other women, but Carly is off-limits. You understand?”
I nodded and sat in the chair in the corner of our bedroom like a good sexual spectator. Carly and Claire crawled up on the bed, then they began an extended session of passionate kissing. Shortly, Carly opened her legs and my wife, without further prompting, moved to between her friend’s legs and began kissing the other woman’s pussy. I was terribly roused by how soft and tender her pussy eating was, how delicately she licked and kissed Carly’s nether lips.
After a few minutes of ecstasy, Carly lifted up her head and said, “I want to taste you.” Claire helped her move into a sixty-nine position and they both began eating one another’s pussies. I watched the two of them suck on each other’s clitoris, tongue-fuck the other woman’s asshole, drive each other crazy with a collection of wicked dildos, and spend a serious amount of time making out like kids kissing after a hormone-enhanced prom night. I did not think Claire could ever top the night I got to watch her make passionate love to the woman I only knew as Carly, but not too long after that she topped herself wondrously.
Two weeks after that night with Carly, she made an announcement that sent waves of excitement shooting through me. During dinner, Claire looked over at me with the naughtiest grin I’ve ever seen, the one she gets when she is about to say something about wanting to fuck someone, and I thought she asked if I was ready for the Super Bowl. I laughed. “That’s already happened,” I said with that superior, male chuckle, amused that my “sophisticated” wife knew so little about football. “This is April, honey. The Super Bowl is in February,” I added with a smirk.
“I didn’t say Super Bowl, Joe Montana. I said Super Ball, and if you don’t want to be there to watch it, fine. I’ll have it without you: just me and the three hunky athletes I have coming over two Sundays from now, but if you’re not interested…”
“I love to watch sports,” I said, “especially if they’re fucking my wife. How many sports did you say would be here?”
“Counting you? Four, but only three will be playing,” she replied with a wicked grin. “Two to play and one to substitute if one of the others gets hurt or worn out,” she said.
When Super Ball Sunday arrived, Claire told me to wait in our den until she called me upstairs. At three o’clock I heard a car drive up and the doorbell ring. I heard muted talking, then the door closed. Twenty minutes Claire came to the door and told me to come to the bedroom in ten minutes.
I could hardly wait for the time to pass, but when it did I stood at the bedroom door and knocked. “Come in,” she said, “and take a seat by the TV.” When I walked in my wife was naked between two men and other one was sitting at the foot of the bed. “This is Don,” she said nodding towards the one on her right, “and this is Randy,” she said smiling at the one on her left. “That’s Devon,” she said with a nod toward the one sitting at the foot of the bed.
All the men were also nude, and each of them was quite muscular and were well-endowed. Two of them had erections and the third, Randy, was flaccid but even limp was longer than any man I’ve ever seen. She put a hand on Don’s hard on and took Randy’s flaccid cock in the other. “These two are first-team offense and defense, Devon is our substitute.”
Without further delay she began to kiss the men on each side of her. They exchanged tongues and she massaged their cocks as she kissed each one, going from one to the other. Randy began to grow in length as she worked her hand up and down. “We flipped a coin and Randy won. He chose to start on offense, so he will penetrate my defenseless pussy first. Don will take whatever is left.”
Randy moved to his back and she mounted him, guiding his enormous cock between her pussy lips. Don stood up on the bed and moved his cock close to her chin. My wife took his dick in her mouth and began moving her hips to match Randy’s thrusting into her splayed pussy, open to me because of the angle from where I sat.
His thick shaft pushed into her rapidly, and foam began to accumulate around his girth as their action increased. Claire reached down and wiped some cream off his erection and took it to her mouth. After perhaps ten minutes of fucking, he began to stiffen, then his stomach muscles flexed and he began to shoot into Claire’s pussy. When he was finished coming, Don took his place and she climbed on top of him, sliding his ample cock in her sloppy pussy without hesitation.
Tiring, Claire climbed off him and got on the bed on her back. She opened her legs and Don knelt between her knees, then slid his glistening cock back into my wife’s gapping slit. She sucked on Randy for perhaps five more minutes, then called Devon’s name and he replaced his cock with the one she had been sucking.
Devon got on his back and told Claire to sit on his face. “With pleasure,” she cooed, and she sat up and through a leg over his head, then settle back down, placing her pussy over his mouth. Devon tongued Claire until she came in a loud and energetic orgasm. While she was coming, Randy and Don began to kiss and suck on her tits.
I applauded as they all sank to the bed in a tired heap.
After the three of them rested for a few minutes, she got on her back and Randy moved up beside her. She turned her hips a quarter turn to the right, away from him, spread her legs wide, giving him access to her open pussy from behind, and pushed back against him. Laying on his side, Randy pressed his immense cock between her wet lips, and he slowly and deliberately slid into my wife’s pussy. She sighed and put one hand on her own breast. He had put one hand behind her knee, holding her leg up, to help her spread them, and the other he put under her head. She took that hand with her unoccupied palm, wrapping her fingers in his.