Anna Henley put her famous potato salad on the buffet table at the neighbourhood picnic.

“I’ve been waiting for the whole year for this potato salad,” Jackie said.

Her girlfriend Dana pushed a platter of ribs onto the table. “Me too.”

“You two are sweet. Everything here looks delicious.” Anna turned to view the gathering. Her husband Owen was talking to Becky Carter. She was standing close to Owen with her hand on his arm, flirting if the smile on their faces was an indication.

Every woman in the neighbourhood wanted a piece of Owen. He looked at his wife and winked, then returned his smile to Becky and made her giggle, as he skillfully extracted himself. He grabbed a beer and joined the other men shooting the shit by the barbecues.

Anna chatted with the neighbourhood women as they paraded around the husbands, flirting. As they dished their food, three women pressed their breasts against Owen’s arm or back. He grinned at Anna each time, licking his lips.

He loved it and she would reap the rewards later. Maybe it was because Owen looked and didn’t touch, or maybe the husbands were too busy flirting with someone else’s wife but none of the husbands resented Owen. They all loved him too.

There were two women who didn’t hit on Owen, Beth, and Cindy. Since Cindy’s husband Steve left, she’d withdrawn until Beth and her husband Matt seduced her and now they were a threesome. Gossip flew for weeks after that revelation. Anna wouldn’t deny the thought fueled a few of her clit strumming sessions.

As the party wound down, and people with kids gathered them to take them home for bedtime, Owen pulled Anna to his side. “I cannot wait to take you home.”

“I’m hot and bothered from all the drooling over you.”

“Same. Five sets of tits and three cock brushes. I didn’t count the number of women who bent over then checked to make sure we were checking her ass out.”

“I only did it once,” Anna laughed.

He dropped his hand to her butt and squeezed. “And this ass is all mine when we get home.”

“You know it, baby,” Anna purred.

“Hey Owen, can you give us a hand with the tables?” Matt called.

He kissed his wife and joined the men. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who can’t wait to get home.” Beth giggled behind her.

“How’s that going?” Anna asked.

“Amazing. With three you are never unsatisfied.”

“So it’s fairness all the way around?”

Beth sipped her wine. “All mutual. Sometimes one of us wants to sit it out but there’s always someone willing.”

“And Matt isn’t being worn out?”

“He loves us both. You and Owen are always welcome to join us.”

“As much as he loves flirting, he’s not the sharing type. But everything you imagine about him is true. He’s great in bed.”

“What we really want to know is what size is he packing?”

“Nine inches of sexy, manly cock. And he knows how to use it.”

“Lucky bitch.”

Anna laughed. “Come on, Matt is clearly getting things done.”

“This is true, but nine inches. I wouldn’t mind getting my hands … or mouth on his package.”

“I’ll let him know you appreciate the thought.”

Cindy found them and put her arm around Beth. “What are you two clucking about?”

“Owen’s nine inches.” Beth grinned.

“Nine? Shit. You coming to join us? I’d like to get my hands on him.”

“Owen doesn’t share,” Beth sighed. “We’ll have to be satisfied with Matt’s seven.”

“The way he was banging me from behind the other night, felt like twelve he was so fucking deep.”

Anna’s nipples tightened and Cindy looked embarrassed. “Don’t stop,” Anna urged.

Beth pulled them closer. “After Cindy made me come on her face, Matt grabs her and flips her over our new padded bench.”

“Matt got it for spanking but we haven’t gotten there yet,” Cindy added. “He pushes me on this bench, it’s set at waist height so he doesn’t need to bend down. He just plows into me and hits my goddamn cervix.”

“She’s squealing and he grabbed her hips and fucks the hell out of her. I was so turned on watching, I had to use my big vibrator and climaxed twice before Matt.”

“Twice for me too,” Cindy said.

Anna nearly moaned hearing them talk. “Okay ladies, we’re gonna have weekly coffee from now on.”

“Okay but next time you have to share the details of Owen’s nine inches and the particulars of how he uses them.”

“Deal. I’d share now, but I have a pressing need to get home.”

“Anna Henley, I think I fell in love with you,” Beth said.

“See you for coffee.”

“Can we do wine?” Cindy added.

Anna didn’t reply, her sights were lasered on her husband and her need to get him home. She grabbed her empty bowl and Owen’s hand. “We need to go.”

“Okay.” There was laughter behind them as she pulled him toward the parking lot where their car was parked. She stopped by the car and stretched for a heated kiss, her tongue bold in his mouth, her body pressed to his with a promise.

“What got into you?” His hand on her ass told her the question wasn’t a complaint.

“Cindy and Beth told me a story of their escapades. I’m so wet I’m soaking through my panties.”

“My slutty voyeur. I’ve been hard since, fuck I think it was Becky rubbed her hand over my crotch. Get on your knees and suck me off or get in the car so we can go home.”

She looked at the handful of people at the picnic shelter. Most of them wouldn’t mind watching the Henley’s having sex, but also most of them might want to join in. Owen didn’t share.

She ducked out of his embrace and opened the passenger door. “Let’s go then, sexy man.” When he got in the drivers’ seat, she reached over and put her hand on his gear shift.

Owen sped home with his eyes on his prize. Inside the house, he pressed his wife to the wall and kissed her, his tongue making promises, his teeth biting her bottom lip to keep her attention.

Their hands fought for the fastener on his jeans. Anna won and opened the button, slid the zipper down and tugged them to his knees, dropping with them. Owen leaned against the wall as she stroked his half-hard cock. “I could open the door and let the whole neighbourhood watch you sucking my cock.”

“We could. The most action the Morrison’s get all year.” She flashed him a grin, then engulfed his cock in her hot mouth, her tongue sliding along the base of his shaft. Ten years of sucking his cock, she knew exactly what he liked, a slow warmup tease, followed by a deep throat.

“That’s good baby. Take it all in.” Anna stretched her neck and swallowed gagging on his length. “Damn what did those two tell you? You haven’t been this eager in too long.”

She responded by swallowing him again, then fucking his length with her mouth. Owen wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled her off. She rose to her feet and he kissed her again. “Bedroom,” he growled, pulling her head back and biting her soft throat.

“Mr. Henley, I think you’re as eager as me.”

“Becky almost gave me a handjob in the buffet line.” He kicked off his shoes and pants before steering her to the bedroom.

“Is she your favorite neighbourhood slut?”

“After you, she might be. She’s more brazen hands and breasts all over me. I think her husband likes watching her do it too.”

“I like watching them. Beth and Cindy told me about how they make each other come, and Matt pounding them. They are jealous of my nine inches.”

“Your nine inches?” He pushed her into the bedroom.

“All for me, right?” She tugged her shirt over her head.

He licked his lips as she undid her bra and tossed it at him. “All for you, like your luscious tits are all for me.” He grabbed them in his hands and pushed them together.

She moaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, the moist heat made her hands freeze on the button of her jeans. He treated the other side with the same attention until she squirmed.

Owen pushed her hands away from her waistband and eased her back on the bed, then stripped her bare. His eyes were reverent as he brushed her the naked velvet between her legs. “I guess that makes this my sweet kitty too.”

“Claim me then,” she spoke from her throat.

He pressed a kiss to her belly then licked her pussy, slithering his tongue along her slit. Anna whimpered as he circled her clit without touching it. “Please, baby.” He sucked her clit hard, jolting her out of her skin. The orgasm slammed into her without warning, flashing heat through her veins, and shuddering every nerve ending.

“That looked good, got any more?” He teased her ultra-sensitive clit with his tongue, making her squirm to escape the torment.

“Owen, damn.” Anna clutched the blue-grey bedspread she spent hours picking out, not caring if her carefully manicured fingernails ripped it to shreds. “Fuck me.”

“I am.” He slipped two fingers into her cunt. “Is this better?”

Anna spread her legs to offer more space. Her husband lapped at her pussy, flooded with arousal, the sensitivity faded to a new level of desire. She closed her eyes focusing on the sensations spreading through her, this time more slowly, like the tide coming in over a sandy beach, lapping at her until she was overwhelmed.

Owen held her hips while they jerked in pleasure, trying to levitate her body off the bed. She couldn’t contain the moans and whimpers from her mouth, praising her husband, and then just “oh, oh oh” repeating until the ecstatic waves smoothed.

When she opened her eyes, Owen was over her, kissing her with her own taste permeating her senses. She wrapped her legs around him, fitting his cock inside of her. “Do you think your friends in the neighbourhood get fucked as good as I fuck you?”

“No, baby, you are the best. They’ll never know because you’re all mine.”

His hips thrust slowly, tender and sweet. “All yours, Anna. Every damn inch.” He ground his hips against her, then shifted the mood, fucking her.

Anna pressed her fingers into the muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each movement inside her. She squeezed her inner muscles, clenching his dick. He grunted into her neck, and then his muscles tensed under her fingers, between her legs, and against her belly as he came, shaking slightly.

Anna grinned against his shoulder. She had so many stories she couldn’t wait to share when she had coffee with Beth and Cindy, and today was definitely at the top of the list.