Written by Wife-Watching Bob

Erotic
17 Jun 2005


It Could be You...

Up until a couple of years ago, we’d experienced quite a few group sex sessions; MMF, FFFM and variants in between. But for no special reason, all that had come to a stop, being together for eight years and a baby in between had probably contributed. Whilst it was still the occasional extra spice of dirty talk during sex, I had not seen Amanda-Jane enjoy anyone’s body but mine and her own for ages.

A couple of month’s back, I had been out with Steve, my best mate, for a proper piss-up. On the way back from the pub I told him how much Iwould love to see him fuck Amanda-Jane. He was somewhat surprised by this, mainly due to the fact that I had gotten the right hump when he and Amanda-Jane had innocently played around a little in the early days of our relationship. Anyway, nothing else was really mentioned of it since.

Quite recently Steve had not been getting on with his wife so well and had taken to visiting us quite frequently, popping round mid-evening for a few drinks and a laugh. This one Sunday night a few weeks back, Steve had come round and I opened a bottle of wine. Well, Amanda-Jane had quite a thirst on that evening and was glugging away under the illusion that Steve and I were on beers – we weren’t and I pointed this out to her. I opened a second bottle and she was a little more restrained; only this time, she kept swapping (accidentally or deliberately we never quite fathomed) her half-drunk glasses for Steve’s almost full ones. The outcome being she had probably drunk about a bottle to herself. In addition to a very sexy body and great looks, Amanda-Jane has really lovely tits. They’re beautifully shaped, coloured and proportioned, with perfect nipples, and, in her mid-thirties puts girls at least ten years her junior to shame. Well, Steve has always been a big admirer, and ever since those early days had always included some form of encouragement for AJ to ‘get them out’ every time we got together. It had gone on so long, that it was now a) a bit of a joke and b) pretty much expected and not taken seriously. As the three of us become more affected by the booze, Steve was punctuating the conversation with his regular, off-topic interjections of ‘…well that would be fine, but you really should show us yer tits’ type of banter, AJ laughing in her dismissive manner as always.

It was at this point that I felt the familiar stomach-turning excitement I feel when a situation goes sexual; the danger, the anticipation. Sometimes I feel the tension in the air, others AJ has told me, I am experiencing it purely as a result of my own thoughts and no-one else present feels the same. So as a sex-sharer of days gone by and with a penchant for seeing Amanda-Jane taking another man’s cock, the filthy thoughts of our coital whisperings were seeding again in my base-consciousness. I continued to get drinks; the wine had all gone so we traded-up to Cuba Libra’s. Just to confirm this isn’t the product of an imaginative mind and one of the usual tales of titillation, that lovely body and gorgeous breasts were this evening wrapped in a brown ankle-length skirt and a matching turtle-neck sweater. Her shapely pins, not in the traditional ‘sexy-stockings’ (not that I don’t love the occasional time she does wear them) but decidedly un-sexy thick brown tights.

As the evening progressed, it was now approaching the witching hour, I began adding my support to Steve’s pleas for AJ to show us her boobs and adding the odd request of my own; AJ mock-scolding me for encouraging him. “Oh for heaven’s sake, there you go then!” and Amanda-Jane flipped up the bottom of her jumper and flashed her black-bra encased breasts. A brief cheer was quickly substituted with Steve’s and my cries for her to actually show us some tit! Amanda-Jane laughed and objected, repeatedly. Well, we were most persistent and finally, as a result of the incessant requests and more probably the alcohol, AJ lifted one side of her jumper and pulled her left tit out her bra. Both of us blokes gasped in unison for a micro second, then instantly demanded we see both of them, the pair in their splendour together as they were meant to be. Amanda-Jane was having none of it, and insisted she’d exposed enough. Sensing her resolve was weakening, Steve and I were not about to let AJ ‘off the hook’ now. We were relentless in our demands that she show us both her boobs together, ‘so we got the full effect’. After another five minutes of us going on AJ relented, lifted her sweater, flicked her bra cups off and slightly pushed her tits forward with the line of her thumbs. I lunged forward, and in one fell swoop, cupped up her left breast and greedily clamped my mouth around it. Steve, a fraction of a second behind, set about limpet-like on the other, my left hand urging him on as I made my initial manoeuvre to AJ’s delicious mounds.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Amanda-Jane was crying out, alternating with laughter. It was still at the naughty-but-not-too serious stage. Steve and I, two mouths working a single organism, continued sucking on those lovely boobies. As we simultaneously worked Amanda-Jane’s deliciously engorged nipples, her arousal began to get the better in her and the change in her demeanour became more apparent. The deep, hauntingly sexual moans rising from her chest, still interspersed with demands for us to stop. Steve relinquished his delicious tit and began kissing her fully on the mouth, both his and my hands roaming in their embrace around AJ’s body. Steve went back to her tit and our combined weight and urgency pushed my wife back into her seat. “No, no more!” she stated, loudly and intent.

At this point, my brain was running its calculations faster than any million instruction micro-processor could ever do under the circumstances. The real-time consequences of my actions - and make no bones about it, whatever was to happen or not happen at this point was all going to sit at my door in the final analysis – were being weighed-up in double-quick time. ‘Would AJ remonstrate to me all manner of ills?’ ‘Worse, could she be going along with it to punish me?’ ‘Were her pleas to us to stop genuine and would she hate me for deserting her, letting her down at her moment of need?’ I hasten to add, I had not stopped slurping on that delicious tit-flesh the whole time that these thought processes possessed me and neither had Steve. Following her demand we both ‘Stop it!’ once more, she pushed forward and sat fully upright at the same time. Steve and I yielded with her, but did not stop our gorging on her tits, nor our roaming hands – I have often read of how shiverilly-horny this makes a woman feel. Either way, the arousal, surging through AJ’s body and the now lack of inhibitions (that the imbibing of too many units to count had not only seen off, but positively chased down the street with sticks) finally tipped the balance against the collapsing force of her resistance. With another deep and powerfully bitch-sexy moan, AJ finally yielded to the situation and she was ours. But as anyone who really knows the dynamic of a group ‘thing’ will appreciate, the balance of power is a constantly shifting and precariously poised affair. Merely because she had now succumbed to my perverse and most carnal of desires, Amanda-Jane was never one to be the victim, or the passenger. The fact she was now with the majority was by no means a signifier as to how the night or the sex would progress.

Almost as quickly as the hot, dirty growl subsided in her throat, AJ leaned forward once again and purred “Steve. I want you to fuck me. Now!” She turned her head to me and told me to get her knickers off. Her tights, without me noticing had disappeared through the course of the evening – out of the room by AJ for her own comfort, rather than any thought of preparation – and Steve aided me in this most arduous task. We loosened the long skirt and pulled both that and the white cotton thong (see ladies, not so much as a decent matching set, so much for preparation) over her lovely bum and off. Amanda-Jane slipped from the chair and onto the floor, ready and waiting. In the blink of an eye, my cock was out and being fed into her dirty little mouth. She lustily sucked on it, taking it to her mouth like a woman deprived. Steve meanwhile separated himself from his jeans and skiddies and positioned himself ready, telling AJ what a dirty little slut and a slag she was. His hands and mine were now working all aspects of AJ’s pussy, fingering her, sliding two different sets of fingers into that moist cunt and alternately rubbing her engorged clitoris. “Fuck me! Fuck me now Steve” Amanda-Jane ordered. She had somehow gotten the jumper and bra off in her decent from chair to floor and my beautiful, prim (she had been to chapel that morning) and reserved wife was now naked and wanton, urging my best friend to fill her with his cock there in front of me. There was no fear of friction; AJ’s pussy was deliciously slippery and oiled with her love juice, ready and willing to be filled to the hilt with Steve’s man-meat. He wasted no time and slid his length straight up her. She moaned with delight as his cock slipped straight into her inviting hole. As he fucked her I was continuing to feed her my cock, fucking her mouth when the positioning would allow. I withdrew for a moment as Steve lowered his head to kiss AJ’s cock-tasting mouth. They explored each others mouths for several moments while I tugged on my penis, enjoying the sight of them fucking. I then presented the head my tool alongside her cheek to continue my pleasure from this bizarre tryst. AJ turned and ran her tongue over it, then in turn taking it her mouth, refreshing her taste buds with cock, and then delivering it into Steve’s mouth with her kiss. Once again I slipped my cock in between their two mouths. This time both of them pleasured my purple head with their tongues and mouths, much to my delight. It had quickly become a very relaxed situation – nothing like this had happened in all the ten years Steve and I had known each other. Referring back to that shifting dynamic, Steve then told Amanda-Jane he wanted her on top, so in the very real and non-choreographed and edited nature of non-porno threesomes, we all about-changed position and AJ moved to lower herself back onto Steve’s throbbing member.

I suppose, as is customary in these commentaries, a brief word on Steve’s penis is probably somewhat overdue and my bounden duty to include. He’s about an inch shorter than me (a reasonably thick 8”) and not quite so fat, but I am informed his size is most definitely not a problem. Where I had the advantage over my wonderful AJ, was that I knew Steve was a seriously long-stayer when he had more than a few units in his system…

So Amanda-Jane is now riding Steve’s cock. Me, not wanting to be left out of the party, slid round to the side and fed my cock to AJ again. The drink played its part on me too, and I was offering them a swollen, but only semi-hard cock. AJ leant forward and I fucked my cock into her dirty little mouth. There was my wife approaching her first orgasm of the night, sliding up and down on my best friend’s cocks and sucking her old man’s dick at the same time. She was moaning with depraved delight at the sex she was enjoying so wantonly. Whenever she sucks a cock, AJ is always wetter than ever; a fact Steve commented on when he said how AJ’s cunt was juicy. I could sense her climax approaching and began fucking her mouth for all I was worth. Fortunately I pumped my spunk into her hot mouth and enjoyed my orgasm, heightened by the delightful filth I watched before me. AJ licked her wicked lips and then dropped to kiss Steve, sharing my seed in their kiss. Steve was anything other than bothered and greedily ran his entwined his tongue with hers, apparently relishing the taste of my ejaculate on her. Amanda-Jane broke their kiss only to arch into the throes of her initial orgasm. She moaned with delight but Steve instructed her not to stop, continuing to pound her hungry pussy. I rested a while, watching the two of them and delighting in my woman taking another cock for the first time in ages.

Amanda-Jane continued to rise, joyously, sluttishly, up and down on Steve’s cock, ramming herself down onto it and into her greedy cunt, stopping only to enjoy the orgasms it brought her – one after another, and so on, eventually prompting Steve to say “My God! Your fucking pussy is so wet!” Amanda-Jane was now ejaculating onto Steve’s cock, spraying her sex juice all over his loins.

By this time, and not a little impatient, I was looking at getting on the action. I complained that it was all well and good these two being a little too much into each other for my liking, but it was supposed to be a threesome. I had been tugging on my knob for a while now and it was back to its swollen, but not rigid state. Amanda-Jane took control, and told me to come around the back and fuck her in the arse. “I want a double entry. I want two cocks in me. I want you two to feel each other’s cocks rubbing each other inside me.”

For all of her curvy arse delights, AJ has a tight little ring. When I (or anyone else) fuck her back passage, she has no problem relaxing into it and fully enjoying her bit of anal. This night it was not to be. To do AJ’s arse required a cock of greater rigidity than I could offer her that night. Undaunted I moved behind her. I groped around; feeling and guiding Steve’s cock into her swollen, juicy pussy. First, I moved my mouth down and lapped at her tight, puckered, little hole. AJ and Steve continued their fucking, Steve’s long-staying shagging sending ripple after ripple of climax through AJ’s body. Each lap of my tongue was filling my mouth and senses with the essence of their sex. Unable to fuck AJ’s arse, I slipped one, then two fingers deep into her back door sex. She groaned and wriggled as I started to finger fuck her dirt-box. I could feel Steve’s cock sliding in and out of her, just the width of the dividing lining of flesh away. I returned my hand to my own pleasure and continued pulling on my own cock, whilst finger-fucking AJ’s arse. Rubbing the end of my cock against Steve’s shaft and AJ’s cunt lips as I wanked, delighting in AJ’s increased pleasure as her up and down stroked now incorporated a grind on the upstroke to greet the joy her arse was now getting. I pumped my cock faster and faster. AJ became oblivious to everything but the delight her body was receiving; continuing to orgasm, time after time. Her filthy moans and obvious rapture at her sleazy sex thrilled me. Despite having had a wank earlier in the day and delivering a load earlier for my two lovers mouths, I now reached my second orgasm of the night and dribbled my cum over her pouting arsehole and his cock and balls, which I massaged into both sets of sex organs. They continued to fuck, she grunting and whimpering her way to more successive orgasms. Knowing my part was done, I went outside for a cigarette, watching through the window and playing with my dick – more out of comfort and a need to feel involved than for any sexual purpose. When I came back in I let them both know that their ‘beast-with-two-backs’ was starting to feel a little exclusive. They both became aware of how much they were just into the fuck and they seemed a tad uncomfortable momentarily. “I want Steve’s cum in me! I want to feel Steve’s spunk pump into my cunt. – And my fucking knees are killing me.” AJ told us. “Steve, I want to lie on my back and I want you to fuck your cock into me ‘til you spunk. And when he does Bob, I want you to lick it out of me. I want you to lick Steve’s spunk out of my cunt!” She continued. I’m no cuckold, but I do love slurping another man’s spuck form my wife’s fanny.

They changed position once again; AJ wriggling off Steve’s cock, lying on her back, parting her legs and offering her cunt up to him once more. Steve, no fool he, moved around and fed his member back into that wonderful wet and wide sex. “I can do this all night, but I’m not gonna be able to shoot” he told us. He fucked her to yet another orgasm – yes it’s a dreadful cliché, but she really had cum too many times to count. With Steve fucking her missionary and me kissing her mouth and sucking on her titties, I suggested she’d probably had enough – fearing for the long-term (me) condition of her (my) pussy-but neither of them seemed deterred and they continued to buck to yet another spasm of delight for AJ.

“Fuck me on all fours!” She suddenly commanded, knowing that even in the most lethargic of states my cock will always bring her off and fill her up with her desired jism in this position. “Do me doggy!” the little slut demanded again. By now I was a tad vexed. They had been fucking for bloody ages and even though I had been kissing AJ and sucking on her delicious breasts while Steve fucked her, I was really feeling out of it. Steve was fucking her unnaturally and I already knew he would stay hard but lack the finish for a good while to come. AJ was getting more and more frustrated: Sex for her has to include her partner (mostly male) issuing his seed into her welcoming cunt. Saying this, she continued to cum her horny little pussy off. My patience tested, I now vocalized my discontent. “Hey you guys, I’m really starting to feel out of it.” I told them. Steve was probably most guilty and offered his apology. “I’m really sorry mate” he told me. AJ wasn’t especially bothered, riding high on yet another orgasm, the total cock-mad slut. Coming down a little AJ filled the void with “I know. Bob, you come around and fuck me. My pussy needs a spunking” her voice descending into a mock school girl whine at the end. I moved around and behind her and slid my semi into her hot, gaping pussy. Back on her knees she grinded and moaned, pushing her cunt onto my prodding dick. I grasped her around her hips and plunged my stiffening cock into her repeatedly. Steve sat on the sofa, watching us. “This is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen. You guys are fucking beautiful.” He was stroking his cock, half-heartedly wanking as I stroked my tool into my wife’s gaping cunt. My lack of full erection and the prolonged pounding and endless climaxes AJ’s pussy had enjoyed meant that the physics of the act was beyond me and my sorry looking penis fell from her love tunnel. “I’m sorry darling, I just can’t again” I was forced to admit. “Poor baby” I continued: “Between the two of us, we make one decent bloke I joked.” We were lucky. AJ wasn’t angry despite having been deprived her completing passion. Happy and exhausted I think they call it, with very sore knees! The carpet burns were already decidedly noticeable.

After we enjoyed a moment of the afterglow, AJ excused herself, saying she didn’t feel right. While she was out of the room, Steve ushered me over, had me stand in front of him and offer him my cock. He then began sucking on it, caressing the helmet with his tongue. He felt like a natural, but has assured me had never done it before that night; well they say the same sex have an instinctive knowledge when it comes to pleasuring same sex genitals. And he was doing a fine job. AJ came back into the room, and slumped into an armchair. Steve and I felt pretty brave, so brazenly performing our ‘gay’ sex act in front of her. AJ hardly seemed to notice. She sat staring not at us, but not around us, for a minute or so, then launched up saying “I feel sick!” as she left the room. The de-inhibitor was now exacting its toll on her poor body’ the sex of a matter of minutes previous was now a distant memory. I tended to her in her ill state and eventually got her to bed. When I returned to the lounge Steve was deep in slumber. I amused myself with the TV for 30-40 minutes, not wanting Steve to wake up alone after the mutuality of the evening. Tiring of the telly, I decided to free Steve’s cock and suck on it to see if I could rouse him, in all senses of the word. His sleep pattern definitely changed and before I knew it I was waking him with a blow job. He stroked my head, calling me a dirty, cock-sucking little cunt, as I slurped keenly on his well-used tool. I can’t remember if I told him I wanted him to fuck me or he told me he wanted to fuck my arse, either way I pulled my clothed away and presented my arse to him. Whilst I’ve sucked other cocks before, I’ve never been fucked, but I threw caution to eh wind and offered this monster my virgin arse. With me naked, knees on the floor and bent over the seat of the armchair, I was now gagging to feel a cock enter my tight arse. I’d even forgotten the fact that he wouldn’t be able to cum, I just wanted to be fucked. He rubbed his hand over my arse cheeks, and moved his sweaty member ready to fill me. His mobile went off. He rejected the call, grunting sexily, making me aware how much he apparently wanted me. He stuck a finger in my arse and I squirmed on it. It made me feel dirty, wanton and slut-like. He put his cock to my puckered little ring and rubbed his helmet around my entrance. His phone went again. This time he couldn’t ignore it – it was his wife, concerned as to his whereabouts so late on a Sunday evening. The moment was passed and I didn’t get my fuck. Steve left and I joined poorly little Amanda-Jane in bed.

I told her what had happened and if she hadn’t been so ill, she assured me she would not only have loved it, but would like to see it too. She has expressed the odd reservation about Steve and I going out for the night together though, on the basis of what has now happened between us! She doesn’t want to miss out! Being less flippant, she feels threatened that we may have sex without her, and I sympathised this view to her, knowing I would feel the same if she had sex with anyone else without my involvement.

As a three-some, we have met several more times. Both have been ‘impromptu’ so, much to her annoyance, AJ has never been prepared; her pussy stubbly and not freshly shaven and her undies not those a girl would select to ‘be at her best’. But they’ve both been fun, and Steve has even expressed how relaxed he feels around us and none of us believe it has affected our friendship, which is a relief. And she is still waiting to get double-fucked by a cock in her arse and her pussy.

In our bed I have described, dictated and enlisted her consent for AJ to be fucked by five men and filled with their spunk, everywhere, in a single session. She joins in with how she would expect me to suck them all hard for her, and expecting me to enjoy it – which I undoubtedly would! We have also talked of her taking a big black cock, something she was resistant to previously but is definitely warming to as she repeats it back to heighten my pleasure and deliver me to the point of no return. She has also talked about another woman, whom we could share, taking pleasure from and giving pleasure to. So we have lots of ‘projects’ on hold right now, waiting to be brought to fruition. If you’d managed to stay with us this long, who knows, as they used to on the lottery, it could be you…