By Gustav Jorgenson

Two of my closest friends Jay and Brian were visiting at my house in Berkeley one rainy evening. My wife Emma and I were commiserating with them about their dating problems over drinks.

“You know, since Sheila left me, I just don’t have any confidence with women,” said Jay. He was a short fellow, in his mid-forties like my wife and I, of Northern Italian descent, blonde haired and blue eyed, well dressed, with that moodiness that mediterraneans are known for. He was often the life of the party, but tonight he was depressed.

Emma, tucked her long brown hair behind one ear and leaned forward to pat Jay on the thigh. Jay couldn’t help but glance down at her exposed cleavage as she bent toward him, but he caught himself quickly and met her gaze.

“You are a great guy, Jay,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll find a woman who can see that.”

He took her hand in his and squeezed it, giving her a thankful smile.

“She really just knocked the wind out of my sails,” he said. “You know I haven’t had sex since she left me.”

“Really, not even like, casual sex? Oh you poor thing,” Emma looked over at me and blushed slightly for some reason. She tugged the hem of her dress down over her stockinged thighs self-consciously. I did think her dress was a little too revealing this evening. She was showing my pals a lot of leg and cleavage. And Jay and Brian were both single and horny so it wasn’t lost on them. They kept stealing surreptitious glances at Emma’s body when they thought she wasn’t looking.

“I just can’t do casual sex either,” agreed Brian. He was a tall pale guy with an awkward demeanor. He made good money in technology, but he had never been married. “I need to connect with a woman before, um, you know.”

“You are so cute,” laughed my wife. “You are even bashful talking about sex.” She smiled at Brian over the rim of her wineglass as she took a sip.

“I tried those hook up apps, and I just never know quite what to say,” he said. Emma recrossed her legs and the hem of her dress slid back exposing her shapely thigh. Brian and I got an eyeful.

“Oh you poor darlings, you are both so sexually frustrated,” pouted Emma. “I wish I knew some nice single girls to introduce you to, but all my girlfriends are spoken for.”

Jay took a swig of his IPA. “All the good ones are taken by now,” he said with a sigh.

“Yeah, the only ones left are psychos and fat chicks,” said Brian.

“Fat chicks?” snorted Emma. “Listen to you, talking like a teenager.” She reached over and punch him on the arm playfully. “Women are age aren’t chicks any more.”

“Hens I guess you call them now,” I offered. Emma gave me a smirk.

“I just feel terrible for you two, I wish there was something I could do,” said my wife. She laid a finger along her well defined jawline as she pondered the problem.

“Yeah, it’s like the longer you’ve been off the horse, the harder it is to get back on,” said Jay.

“What you need is to prime the pump, get the juices flowing again,” said my wife.

“What should I do, hire an escort?” asked Jay sarcastically.

Emma laughed. “No of course not.”

Jay sighed. “To be honest, I’ve considered it, but I know it would just be awful.”

“Oh yes, paying someone is out of the question. You just need a sympathetic woman to offer you some comfort.” Emma was smiling at Jay in a way that made me a little uncomfortable. “Maybe there is something I can do. I mean something we can do together.”

I drank off my glass of cabernet and got up to pour myself another. “What can YOU do for their sexual frustration?” I asked over my shoulder.

Emma was looking down, smoothing the hem of her dress again. “I don’t know, maybe we could just have a romantic evening together. Just some harmless fun.”

“What, just the two of you?” I asked turning to face my wife.

She kept her eyes down and stroked her hem. It was really really smooth now. “I don’t know, maybe the three of us, Jay and Brian and I.”

“The three of you?” I asked. I could feel my armpits getting damp and my stomach was churning. What the heck was my wife suggesting?

“Well the four of us, I guess?” suggested my wife.

My mouth felt dry and I stammered a bit. “Well, I, um, how do you have a romantic evening with four people?”

“I can think of a few ways,” said Jay. He gave me a wink. Then he turned to Emma. “But a threeway is probably easier.” She blushed a bit at that but kept her eyes on the floor.

“Don’t be crass, Jay,” admonished Brian. “Emma is a lady.”

“It’s ok, Brian, I understand. He just has a lot of repressed energy. I’m sure you do too,” she reached over and squeezed his thigh a little too high up for my taste.

“I guess that’s true,” gulped Brian.

“So I was thinking that maybe I could help you release some of it,” offered my wife.

I came and stood before my wife and spread my hands. “Jesus, Emma, what are you proposing?”

She got up and gently pushed me back into my chair and then deposited herself on my lap. “Now, now, just relax, darling,” she said. She was toying with the chest hair that erupted out from my open collar. “Jay and Brian are such good guys. I just feel bad for them. They need some feminine attention.”

“Sure but not from MY wife,” I said. I was getting hard from the feeling of my wife’s soft rump pressing against my crotch. She seemed to be offering to have sex with my friends and oddly, it seemed like a logical thing to do, share my wife with them, but I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the idea. I was too jealous.

“But they don’t have anyone else,” she said with a pout.

She met my gaze and we searched each other’s eyes for a moment, both of us trying to figure out the situation. “Seriously, Emma. What are you proposing? Are you offering to fuck my friends.”

Jay and Brian were leaning forward intent on the conversation between my wife and I. They chuckled nervously when I said that.

Emma reddened. “I mean, no not necessarily. I just thought we could share some sexy time. Just something playful, nothing serious. We could have them over for dinner and drinks, smoke some cannabis, put on some soft music, build a fire, I could change into something fun, we could snuggle in front of the fire a little.”

“Something fun, like what?” I asked. My mouth was dry again, I drank more wine.

Emma was playing with my chest hair again. “Like the outfits you like me where when we have our intimate times. My sheer nightgown with black stockings maybe.”

“That doesn’t leave much to imagination,” I said.

“I guess I could wear some panties too,” she said. Her voice was really soft now. Suggestive.

“Just panties?” I asked. “No bra?”

“Maybe it would be more fun if they could see my boobies,. They haven’t seen boobies in a while, ” she whispered, kissing my ear. “We can keep the lights down low.” She was reaching between my legs and squeezing my bulge now. It was definitely arousing.

My breath started coming faster. “And then you are just going to snuggle together. The three of you?”

“Sure, we can like touch each other a little bit. Some hugging and massaging each other.” Her voice sounded husky with arousal. “You should be there too. To watch,” she said.

I gave her a deadpan look as she continued to pinch my erection through my pants. “You want me to watch you bed my friends,” I said.

“Um, we might end up in the bedroom at some point. I’m sure they both have a lot of pent up, um, energy that needs to come out.”

“And you want them to spurt it out all over you,” I said with a twisted smile.

She pulled on my balls gently. “Don’t be dirty, Will,” she said aloud. Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear. “It would less messy if they spurted inside me.”

“You little slut,” I laughed. I couldn’t believe my wife was suggesting this.

My wife smiled at me. “I’m not a slut, I’m just offering a public service.”

“Wife as a service,” choked Brian, finally saying something.

Jay gave me an incredulous look. “Would you really be ok with sharing your wife with us?”

“Guys, we are just talking about some harmless intimacy,” put in my wife. “Some kissing, a little groping maybe.”

“Some oral,” I offered.

“Will, stop.” she said, stilling playing with my package.

“You said you would end up in bed with them.”

“We don’t know what will happen.”

“But you aren’t ruling it out?”

“Do I have to?” she asked.

I paused. My heart was pounding in my chest. “I mean. I don’t know.”

“Ok, that’s a fair answer,” she said. “Let’s just take it slow, OK?” She put her hands on my cheeks. “I think you are going to be OK with this. However it goes.”

I didn’t say anything more. Jay and Brian excused themselves and went home. Emma went into the bedroom to get undressed for bed. I just sat in the darkened living room and imagined what it would be like to watch my wife seduce my two old pals. On the one hand, of course it made me furious. I mean, I am not the jealous type, but this is ridiculous. On the other hand, it was pretty kinky and we had been married long enough, that our sex life had grown pretty mundane. But after a moment, I just laughed. Once Emma sobered up she would be mortified that she ever suggested this idea. She wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with it.

I went back to our room to find my wife naked on our bed, legs spread wide as she offered me her little furry snatch. I dove right in and started nibbling at her labia. She wriggled around and got my penis out of my pants and we did 69 for a while before I mounted her missionary and fucked her tight hole really hard. She came quickly and I pulled out and blew my load all over her belly. It was fast, but the most intense sex we had in years.

The next day, Emma was nursing a hangover and she laughed bashfully when I came out to join in at our sunny kitchen table.

“Oh what did I do to myself last night?” she asked, stirring some coconut milk into her coffee and holding her head. “What a headache.”

“Aside from offer your wife services to my pals?” I asked with a grin.

Emma covered her face. “I know, I can’t believe I said that.” She she looked at me, smiling her face beet red. “But I do feel really bad for your friends. They are such sweeties. I really wish I could help them.”

I patted my wife on the shoulder. “I think the fact that you made the offer will boost their egos a lot. It will be good for them.”

“Yeah, you are probably right. You should just invite them over for a regular dinner next Friday,” she said.

I arched an eyebrow at her. “What no lingerie snuggle session in front of the fire afterward?”

“Oh my god, wouldn’t that scandalous? The very idea,” laughed my wife. But she had this gleam in her eye when she said it that put my smile a little crooked.

***

The following Friday, Jay and Brian both seemed visibly relieved when my wife greeted them in jeans and sweater instead of sexy lingerie. We sat down and enjoyed a friendly dinner. No one brought up the proposition that Emma had made during our previous evening together. But after a few drinks when we were all loosened up, Emma did enquire into their frustrated love lives again.

“So how’s the dating, going, Jay?”

Jay looked down bashfully at his hands. “Well, to be honest, Emma. I did go out on a date this past week with a really gorgeous woman. She’s an HR director, really smart, well put together. Funny, sexy, we had a great time. As we finished dinner, I sort of felt her waiting.”

Emma was on the edge of her seat. She made a rolling motion with her palm. “Waiting…”

Jay glanced up at her but then back down again quickly. “Yeah, you know. Like waiting for me to ask her back to my place or something.” He laughed. “I mean I really don’t know what she was waiting for.”

Emma threw her hands up in frustration and looked at the ceiling. “Jesus, Jay. Then what happened?”

“Well we talked in the foyer of the restaurant for a bit.” He clenched his fists. “I mean, I could TELL that she was stalling. Waiting for ME to the make the move.”

“You could have asked out for another drink,” suggested Brian, trying to be helpful.

“Gah!” Jay shook his hands in front of him. “Yeah, anything.”

“Seriously, just anything to prolong the night, Jay,” interrupted my wife.

Jay hung his head. “I know. I know. But I just couldn’t somehow. I just let the conversation peter out. And she sort of gave me this disappointed look and then a peck on the cheek and her Uber was there, and hey maybe we will get together another time and then she was gone.”

We all sat silent for a moment. I felt bad for Jay. I hadn’t dated in years. God knows what I would do in that situation. Probably the same thing.

“Well, you could ask her out again,” said Brian.

“I tried messaging her the next day, but she hasn’t responded. I mean I can see that she received and read the messages.”

“You messaged her the very next day?” asked my wife, aghast.

“Yeah, I guess I should have waited a few days?” he asked.

“It sort of makes you seem desperate,” said Brian.

“Thirsty the kids call it,” I said. God knows where I picked that one up. Probably Facebook.

“Thirsty as a motherfucker,” laughed Jay. Then he shook his head and took a gulp of wine. “Ah well, if the shoe fits, might as well kick myself with it.”

Emma was practically in tears. “Oh, Jay. Dammit you are such a sweet guy. I guess you just need a more assertive woman to pull you out of your shell.”

Jay nodded thoughtfully.

“Ok, well, come on, now that I’m drunk, I want to smoke some weed,” said Emma, jumping to her feet. “Will, put some music on and light the fire, will you dear? I’m going to go get changed into something more comfortable.”

“Something comfortable?” I asked, feeling my heart start pounding.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod, but she was looking down and avoiding my eyes as she rushed from the room.

Brian gave me a nervous look as though he was picking up on the same vibe I was. Emma was getting into dangerous territory again.

“Is she gonna, you know, try something, man?” asked Brian.

“She gets horny when she’s been drinking,” I admitted. “And even MORE horny when she’s stoned.”

“Dude,” said Jay. He held his hands up. “Should we bail out?”

“Naw, come on, it will be fine,” I said.

“Dude, I think she going to come out in something really sexy,” said Brian.

I just looked at him. He might be right.

“And it’s no joke. I am frustrated as fuck,” said Jay. “And Emma’s pretty fucking hot if you don’t mind my saying so.” Jay was drunk and swearing now. So funny.

“Yeah, she’s super hot,” agreed Brian a little too enthusiastically.

I scoffed in disbelief. “You guys saying you want to fuck my wife?”

Jay rubbed his neck and looked away. “It’s not like that, man.”

“I mean, I would want to, if she offered,” said Brian.

“Thanks Brian,” I said. The sarcasm was thick.

“Dude, what do you want? If she comes out in some little see-through thing and starts rubbing up on me, I’m gonna pop such a boner.”

Just then Emma popped into the room and exhaled a huge cloud of stinky cannabis from her lungs. She was wearing her short little satin robe and her long legs were encased in shiny black nylons that went half-way up her thigh. We all gulped when we saw her.

“What are you guys yakking about in here? You are like old women with your chit-chat. Come on out, I’ve got the livingroom all set up.” Then she grabbed Jay and Brian by the hand and started dragging them out. He robe fell open when she did this and we could see that she had only a bra and panties on under the robe. My pals gave me confused looks as my stoned and horny wife pulled them out to the living room to seduce them. Jesus christ.

I followed them out to the livingroom to find the lights all off, a fire was going, candles were spread around, she had blankets and big pillows dumped on the floor before the fireplace. She had even put on her sex music, a mix by this soul group she liked called the Internet. Downtempo funky beats, fat bass with a mellow vibe, sexy queer female vocalist singing “Let me call you my girlfriend.”

Damn she was laying it on thick. Jay and Brian were in trouble for sure. Bros before hoes, but this was a boss level hoedom going down.

“You two lay down here,” said Emma, shoving Brian and Jay down onto the pillows. “And hit this bowl,” she commanded, pulling her pipe, baggy of weed, and lighter out of her robe pocket. We were all staring at her half-naked body in the dim light. She looked damn sexy, long shapely stockinged legs, wide hips stretching her panties tight, flat belly, pendulous breasts ready to pour out of her skimpy bra at any second. I was getting turned on at the sight of her even though she was putting me into this freaky situation.

“Will, pour us some more wine, won’t you darling? Then you can sit in your favorite chair and watch.”

I poured the wine and handed out the glasses, got the pipe in return and took a hit. I gagged from the prickly pain in my lungs and broke out coughing.

“Uh, what am I watching, exactly, Emma?” I asked. I could feel my eyes begin to glaze over as my wife dropped down to snuggled on the pillows between my two friends.

“Oh, I don’t know, let’s just see what happens,” she giggled. She had one arm around each of my pals. I wandered back to my chair obediently, too stoned and drunk to argue.

“Oh, these jeans you guys are wearing are too rough. You are going to tear my stockings. Take them off,” said my wife.

“Uh, take our pants off?” mumbled Brian. He craned his neck to look back over at me with concern.

“I assume you have underwear on underneath,” she said.

“Um, yeah but…”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird, Brian,” said my wife. And she gave me a wink as she helped him unbuckle his pants. “You can’t get comfy in these bulky jeans.”

My two pals awkwardly pulled their jeans off, glancing over at me apologetically.

Emma laughed when she saw their briefs. “Ha, look at the tighty-whiteys on these nerds. No wonder they can’t get laid. Boxers, boys, boxers from now on. Take a lady’s word on it.”

Jay and Brian held their hands over their bulges as they stood before my wife.

“Come back down and lay with me,” she coaxed. We have a blanket to cover us up if you are feeling modest.” She sounded so sarcastic and mocking I had to laugh. But they obliged her and she flipped a big blanket out to cover the three of them. She snuggled up against Jay, pushing her rump into Brian. “Mmm, I like this. Come on, Brian, spoon me.”

“Spoon?”

Emma snorted impatiently, “Like hug me from behind. Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite, yeah, closer like that.”

They were all wriggling around under the blanket together and I stared in amazement, unable to believe that this was really happening.

“You two really do need an assertive woman to take you in hand,” said my wife. There was more rustling around and Jay jumped up in shock.

“Emma!” he said. He had a raging boner that was practically poking out of his briefs.

“What did she do?” I asked. I felt a weird combination of amusement and annoyance at my wife.

“I just took him in hand,” said my wife innocently. She leaned up on one elbow and reached around to grab Brian’s rear and pull him closer to her.

Jay pushed his boner to the side. “I can’t do this, you are my pal’s wife,” he said,

“I’m also a woman, Jay,” said my wife. “Ooh,” she gasped suddenly. “Brian is having no trouble recognizing that.”

I stood up in surprise. Brian seemed to be grinding himself into my wife from behind under the covers.

“That’s right, put your hands on my hips,” she purred. “Ooh I can feel you back there, you bad boy.”

“Jesus, what are you doing to my wife, man?” I demanded.

Brian looked up at me blearily. “Oh, uh, sorry, man.”

“We are just snuggling, Will. Can you go sit back down? You are really killing the vibe.”

‘Snuggling? Looks like he’s snuggling his dick into your ass,” I muttered as I returned to my seat. I really didn’t know what else to do at that point.

“Just a little, nothing I can’t handle,” giggled my wife. “Jay, will you please come back. I promise not to grab your pickle again if you don’t want me to.”

“You grabbed it, Emma?” I whined.

Jay got back down under the blanket stiffly. In more ways than one.

“I just wanted to see what I was working with, Will,” said my wife. “Christ, he probably hasn’t had a woman tug on his willie in years. You should be happy for him.”

“Looks like he’s not enough of an adulterer to enjoy it properly,” I replied. This was the first snappy comeback I could manage in a while, but Emma just sniffed in reply and tilted her head back as Brian nuzzled her neck.

“Yeah, like that, Brian,” cooed my wife in pleasure.

“What’s he doing?” I snapped.

“I think he’s touching her, uh, more,” said Jay, propping himself with both arms behind him as he watched them with interest.

“He’s just squeezing my hips a little,” said my wife.

“I’m not doing anything, man,” Brian insisted. But his hands seemed to be moving pretty freely over my wife’s body based on the movement under the blanket.

Perhaps to distract me, Emma wrapped her arm around Jay’s back, put her cheek against his stomach and looked up at him. Would it freak you out if I rub your belly a little?” she asked.

Jay looked back at me aghast.

“Jay, this is your body, you don’t need Will’s permission to give consent,” said Emma.

“Um, ok,” he said.

My wife slid her hand up under his shirt and lifted it up practically to his chin. “Wow, somebody’s been working out. Take this shirt off and let me get at this six pack.” She practically yanked Jay’s shirt off and started rubbing his chest. Jay’s cut and muscular torso did put mine to shame and I felt yet another pang of jealousy.

I watched Brian’s hands roam up to my wife’s boobs and I shouted. “Hey dude, lay off my wife’s titties, man. What the fuck.”

Emma yanked the blanket up to her chin. “Nothing to see here, honey,” she said. Then she started pinching Jay’s nipples to distract me again. Jay grunted with arousal.

“Don’t do that,” he panted.

“How about if I lick them?” asked my wife. And she started licking one of Jay’s nipples, glancing back at me with an impish grin all the while.

“No, stop it,” he moaned.

“Well, how about if I just kiss your belly a little?” she asked and she slid her face down planting kisses on Jay’s well defined abs until her face was practically at his waist. He leaned back in ecstacy and I saw the red swollen head of his stiff cock pop out the top of his waistband just inches from my wife’s waiting mouth.

“Oh, look, someone wants to come out and play,” she cooed. And then all I could see was the back of my wife’s head and I heard a slurping sound and Jay had his hands on her shoulders and was groaning.

“Oh, fuck, stop, stop,” he croaked.

“Mmm, something’s starting to cum out,” she said.

This was going too far. I jumped up and ran over there. “Cut the shit, Emma, seriously!” I shouted.

“Ach,” said my wife, pulling her mouth off the tip of my buddy’s cock. “Jesus Will, take a chill pill, will you? We are just playing around.”

“Bullshit, playtime is over,” I said. I reached down and yanked the blanket off of them. Emma shrieked and I saw the the front of her bra was open and her two big boobs had spilled out, big pink nipples hard and erect, no doubt from Brian pinching them. Worse yet, her panties were pulled down to her knees and her neatly trimmed little brown bush was exposed. Jay stared open mouthed at my wife’s cooch for a moment until she could pull her tiny robe closed. On top of everything, Brian’s underwear were pulled down and his boner and balls were exposed. He wriggled his junk back into his shorts as I stood above them fuming.

“What. The. Holy. Fuck? You guys! Jesus Brian, did you really pull my wife’s bra open, pull her panties half off and get your dick out? Were you getting ready to stick it to her or what?” I cried.

“Dude, I don’t know, I just kind of lost track of what I was doing,” he whimpered. I cocked my arm back ready to strike as my poor pal cowered before me.

Emma jumped up and pushed me back and her robe fell open again which distracted me. “Will, calm down, we are just horsing around,” said my wife, clutching her robe closed with one hand and holding be back with the other.

“You call it horsing around to give one of my pals head while the other pulls your titties out and gets ready to fuck you?” I yell, spittle flying. I was pretty upset at that point.

Emma can’t keep a straight face and breaks out laughing. “Um, yes?”

When my wife starts laughing in my face, it breaks my anger, I can’t help but smile. She’s such a cutie, I can’t stay mad at her.

“I mean I only sucked on Jay’s thing a little bit. He didn’t even cum. And can you blame me? Have you seen the abs on that guy?” Emma bent down to get her wine and we could all see her bare ass poking out, inadequately covered by her short robe.

“Jesus, Emma, your panties are around your ankles, your ass is hanging out, get yourself together, woman,” I said.

Emma held up one finger as she drank her wine. “Ok, look, let’s regroup here,” said my wife once she had taken a big draught. “First off, we all need to take a drink and another hit of weed and mellow out.”

“I don’t know, maybe we should be going,” said Jay. He was eyeing my wife’s naked bits that she kept flashing with her lackadaisical robe handling and his boner was evident.

“Nonsense,” said Emma. “Drink your wine.” Then she found the bowl, lit it, took a hit and passed it to me. “Hit this,” she demanded. And I did, fool that I am for her, I just took a hit and passed it on to Jay, who took one, and passed to Brian who also took one then followed it with a swig of wine.

“Look Emma, you should go get dressed if you want to take it down a notch,” I told my wife.

Emma’s panties were still around her ankles, instead of pulling them up she kicked them off and they landed on Brian’s head. She turned to me with a huge grin, her eyes sparkling and grabbed my arms. “Will, did you see what I just did? I kicked my panties off and they landed right on Brian’s head. Doesn’t he look cute that way?” He pulled them off sheepishly.

“Yeah, real cute,” I muttered.

Emma, bent down to make eye contact again. “Come on Will, this is fun, right? We never have fun like this.” Emma’s robe was half open and we could see her exposed bush peeking out above her black stockings which was a super kinky sight. “Do you really want to send you pals home with blue balls?” asked my wife. “That’s not very generous of you.”

“Generous? Like I’m supposed to share my wife’s pussy with my pals?” I asked her, incredulous. The weed and booze was making me foggy.

“Don’t say that word, you know I don’t like that word,” admonished Emma. “But yes, why can’t we share our love with your friends? They are such sweet guys.” My wife paused and looked down fondly at Jay and Brian who were still checking out her beaver.

“I don’t want to do anything that makes Will uncomfortable,” said Brian. He was wringing my wife’s drawers in his hands.

“But you would gladly fuck her if I gave the OK?” I asked.

Jay cut in. “Well if you say it’s OK, then yeah. Of course.”

“Of course?” I asked. I couldn’t believe it had come to this. Me standing in the way of my two pals getting laid because the only woman that will fuck them is my own wife.

Emma leaned in close and let her robe fall open. She rubbed her big boobs against my chest. “I’m super wet right now, Will,” she whispered in my ear, then she nibbled on my earlobe. “Go back over there and watch. This will be so hot.”

I looked down at Jay and Brian, both of them with boners ready to poke out of their shorts. They were watching me carefully. I knew my pals would leave if I told them to. But then I thought about how sexually frustrated they must be and I just sighed.

“Bros before Hoes,” I said. Emma gave me a confused look

“Bros before hoes,” agreed Jay, getting ready to get up.

I motioned for him to stay put. “No, I mean, I’ll do this for my bros.” I said. And I walked back over to my chair and sat down.

When I looked back over there. Emma was on her hands and knees, sucking on one of Jay’s nipples, her boobs were hanging down and her ass was in Brian’s face. He was looking at her puffy pussy lips and licking his lips. Emma glanced over at me and lifted one of Jay’s hands and put it on her boob. He hefted the weight of it, feeling the nipple in the palm of his hand the way I had so many times before. Then Emma yanked down his shorts and licked Jay’s rippled abs as she went down until his boner poked her in the ear. He was groaning with pleasure now.

She licked the head of his prick one time and then turned and pulled the front of Brian’s shorts down. His own stiff prick came springing out eagerly. “Do me from behind,” she told him softly before returning her attention to Jay’s larger and more veiny member.

Brian gave me a conflicted look. “Um sorry dude, I mean, thanks, or whatever,” he mumbled and he gripped my wife by her soft hips and guided his straining meat between her swollen labia while her head bobbed up and down in Jay’s lap. As he entered her, my wife shivered and took a break from blowing Jay to look back over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah, baby, deeper,” she encouraged him.

So Brian plunged his dick into my wife right up to the hilt and she bowed her head to receive it. She started licking Jay’s nuts and reached back so she could alternately finger her clit and tug on Brian’s nutsack as he banged her. His hips were slapping loudly against her buttcheeks, and the sound was making me hard.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

“Cum inside, Brian, I want you to,” urged my wife.

“Wait, what?” I cried jumping up. But Brian was pushing my wife down now, had her pinned on her belly on the floor and I could see his nuts spasming as he emptied a load inside her. He came so much that creamy white semen started leaking out around the edges of her cunt as he pounded away on my wife.

“Jesus dude, she’s not using birth control,” I said.

Brian looked back at me blearily. “What? Oh, fuck, sorry, man. I thought for sure she must…”

“Just don’t sweat it you two,” mumbled Emma as she climbed up onto Jay’s pulsing erection. I watched the red swollen glans penetrate my woman as she lustily lowered herself onto him. He held her gorgeous thighs as she bounced up and down on him, her big boobs swinging back and forth. Then she leaned forward and dangled her knockers in his face, trying to get a nipple between his lips and reached back and pulled on his balls. He couldn’t help himself and he started wriggling under her as though he was coming.

“Are you coming?” she asked. She lifted herself off him for a moment, and he spurted a hot glob of cum up onto her stomach. She gave me a fiendish grin as she hurriedly tucked him back inside her twat and bounced even harder up and down on him. “Shoot it inside me,” she purred. He held her round ass as he emptied his balls inside my wife.

“Oh fuck,” he sighed when he was done.

“Oh you poor boys, you couldn’t hold it huh? Been too long since you got any,” said Emma with a pout. Then she climbed off Jay and a mass of sputum came flowing out of her vagina down each of her thighs.

My wife lay on the pillow and spread her legs, aiming her well used pussy at me. “I didn’t come yet, Will, can you come finish me off?” she begged.

I looked at her soggy cunt full of my friend’s sperm with distaste, but I couldn’t deny that I was hard and horny myself, so I unzipped and mounted my wife, banging her clit with my pelvic bone until she climaxed, and then I busted my load inside her too.

“No don’t!” she cried when my wife realized that I was coming.

“Why not, you let them do it?” I demanded.

“But they are desperate, I don’t want to push our luck,” she panted.

“Fuck that, I’m throwing my hat in the ring,” I grunted and I held her down as I finished pumping my own seed into her fertile womb.

“That’s not fair, Will,” she said with a frown when I released her.

“I guess it’s time to go,” said Brian as he found his pants.

“Why, we can still hang out,” said Emma. “Stay and hang out with us.”

Jay and Brian looked at me, but I just shrugged. “Well I guess it will a little weird now that you guys have both inseminated my woman, but we might as get the weirdness over with tonight over drinks.”

So they stayed and we poured more wine and Emma passed the bowl around and then she put on some Marvyn Gaye. And it wasn’t weird at all actually. At least not until we caught Emma blowing Brian in the bathroom, but I was able to laugh it off. Jay seemed more jealous than me actually. And yeah, it got a little weird when Emma started inviting Jay and Brian along on our date nights and I had to wait in line to fuck my own wife. And well, it got super weird when Emma got pregnant, and we didn’t know who the father was, but all agreed that it was best to skip the DNA test and just let the twins think I was the dad, but that they had two godfathers, dad’s best friends from the old days, Jay and Brian.

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