It was supposed to be a normal night. After work I went out for drinks with some of my girlfriends because my husband had two of his friends over—Danny, his best friend, and Trevor. I got home late, drunk and turned on, ready to have sex with my husband. Except the friends were still there, all of them wasted, watching a movie.
Annoyed, I changed into pajama shorts and a shirt and sat next to my husband. Danny was on the other side of me. I said I was cold. My husband threw a blanket over my lap—and over Danny’s. That was when I realized Danny’s bare leg was touching mine. I started wondering what his cock looked like. The thought made me wetter.
I pressed my leg harder against his. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I kept my gaze on the TV. Then his fingertips touched my thigh under the blanket. I looked at my husband. He was so drunk he was almost unconscious. I opened my thighs wider.
Without looking at me, Danny’s hand trailed slowly down my thigh to the hem of my shorts, giving me every chance to stop him. I didn’t. His fingers slipped under the fabric, brushed through my bush, then found my pussy. It took everything I had to stay quiet while my husband’s best friend pushed a finger inside me, with my husband sitting right there. He started fucking me with his finger, slow and steady. My breathing sped up. An orgasm was building too fast. It felt dirty. Wrong. I was going to come.
I grabbed his wrist as my husband shifted. We both looked. He was asleep. Danny said his name. Nothing. He turned to Trevor, who was in the chair. “Trevor. Check this out.”
Trevor looked over as Danny lifted my shirt without warning. I squealed, but it was already up and Trevor saw both my breasts.
“Oh my god,” I hissed.
“I was wondering what you were doing over there,” Trevor whispered.
“Show him more,” Danny ordered.
I looked between the two men, then at my sleeping husband. Then I lifted my shirt myself and showed them both my tits. My heart was pounding as they stared.
Suddenly it was too much. I stood up. “Sorry!” I walked quickly to the bedroom and into the bathroom. I stood there trying to breathe, staring at myself in the mirror. I needed to stop. This had already gone too far.
When I turned back toward the bedroom, Danny and Trevor were standing there.
“Shit,” I yelped.
“Keep your voice down,” Trevor hissed.
“Come here,” Danny said. “I have something that’ll keep you quiet.”
It felt like an out-of-body experience. I walked over, dropped to my knees, and looked up at the two men who had stood at the altar with my husband. I pulled Trevor’s pants down. His cock was long and skinny, like a thick pencil. As I started stroking him, I pulled Danny’s pants down too.
It was the thickest cock I had ever seen. I froze.
“That’s impossible,” I said out loud.
“Oh no,” Danny said, pressing the head against my mouth. “It’s very possible.”
I opened. I could barely take him. My jaw ached just trying to suck him.
“This is fucking insane,” Trevor said. “Of all the women on the planet…”
“She might be a bit of a bitch, but I’m not surprised she’s a slut too,” Danny said. “The bitchy control freaks just need to be put in their place.”
I pulled off Danny’s cock, mostly for a break. My jaw was killing me. “I am not a bitch.”
“Everyone who works for you says you are. That’s the definition of a bitch.”
“Just because I have high expectations of my employees doesn’t—”
“Stop talking.” Danny pushed his cock back into my mouth.
“Honestly, I thought you two were like asexual,” Trevor said as I switched to him. His was far more manageable. “I never in a million years would have guessed I’d see the big-time feminist manager naked.”
“Speaking of,” Danny said, reaching down and pulling my shirt off in one motion. I was topless. I tried to cover myself.
“No need for that,” he said. “We’re going to see it all.”
“They’re smaller than I thought they’d be,” Trevor said. “Honestly thought they’d be bigger.” He grabbed one breast, tugging on the nipple. “Nice nipples though. Puffy at rest. Hard when she’s horny.”
Danny moved to my shorts. “Time for the big reveal.”
I stood up as he pulled my bottoms down. Just like that, I was completely naked.
“Welcome to the jungle,” Trevor whispered. “Jesus. A full bush. I was not expecting that. I figured you’d want to look, you know, hot.”
I flushed.
“I’m going to be the first brave explorer,” Danny said, laying me down on the bed. He crawled between my thighs and slapped the head of his cock against my pussy. It sounded heavy. Wet.
That was when it hit me—he intended to put it inside me.
“Wait,” I started as he pressed the tip in. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
He smiled. “It’ll fit. And if it doesn’t, well, you might just look a little different after I’m done.”
The pressure was intense as he started pushing inside. I moaned out loud.
“Trevor, put your dick in her mouth or she’s going to wake him up.”
Trevor obliged. Danny kept pushing. The stretch was painful and overwhelming at the same time. I moaned around Trevor’s cock and looked down. Danny was only halfway in and my pussy was stretching around him. I could see a bulge in my lower stomach as he worked himself deeper.
“I’ve fucked some tight chicks,” he groaned. “But your pussy is next level.”
“You’re going to ruin it for me,” Trevor complained, slowly thrusting into my mouth.
“Don’t worry. I won’t touch her asshole. That’s all you.”
After that I kind of blacked out. I remember being moved into different positions, both of them critiquing my body—my thighs, my ass, my stomach. They grabbed me, massaged me, slapped my breasts. I was always aware of where Danny’s cock was. He could only fit about half of it inside me. At one point Trevor paused to take photos while I caught my breath. He didn’t ask. In the moment I didn’t care. Then I was kissing Danny again. Both of them were inside me at the same time and I could barely keep up.
While I was riding Danny, Trevor was in my mouth. He came, filling it.
“You better swallow,” he growled. I did. I swallowed everything. Trevor got dressed. “I’ll go check on our host.”
He left.
Danny wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled me closer. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded quickly.
“You’re going to cheat on your husband again for me.”
I nodded again.
“Good girl.”
His phone buzzed. He checked it. “Shit.” He pushed me off him and got dressed fast. “He’s waking up. I’m going to say I was using the bathroom.”
He squeezed my breast one last time. “Until next time.” Then he walked out.
I heard him talking to my husband as I crawled under the covers in a daze. My mouth felt coated from Trevor’s cum. Then my husband walked in and collapsed onto the bed beside me.
“I drank too much,” he muttered into the covers. “The guys left.”
He crawled closer, grabbed my face, and kissed me. Fully. Passionately.
I froze. I had just swallowed Trevor’s cum.
His tongue slipped into my mouth. This was wrong. So wrong. And I felt another orgasm building even though he wasn’t even touching me.
He pulled the blanket off.
“Hello, naked lady.”
He wanted to have sex. Right now. After everything.
He kissed down my neck, my armpit, my breasts, my stomach. I needed to stop him. This was wrong.
He kissed my belly button. The top of my pubic hair.
And then Danny walked in.
“Hey, needed to tell you your car lights are on—oh. Fuck. My bad!”
He ducked back out.
“Oops,” my husband said, chuckling. He set his head down on the bed. His eyes were already closing.
My head was spinning. I didn’t know how to process any of it.
“I’ll get the car,” I said.
I put on my robe and ran outside. My car lights were on. Danny was leaning against the car.
“Whatcha got on under that robe?”
“None of your business,” I said, climbing into the driver’s seat. I turned the lights off. We were in darkness.
“Show me,” he ordered.
I looked around the dark neighborhood. Then I pulled my robe open and let him see everything.
“You are the last person I would have guessed would be this wild,” he said. “Really ruining your goodie-two-shoes Hermione Granger vibe with your coochie out like that.”
I didn’t know what to say. He crouched next to me.
“Are you on birth control?”
I shook my head.
“What would you do if I got you pregnant?”
“I don’t know.” And I truly didn’t.
“Meet me next week after work,” he said. “We need to finish what we started.”