My husband Dan and I went out to dinner last month to celebrate my 30th birthday. After dinner we stopped at our favorite bar to dance for a little while. We’d been there a little over an hour when one of my husband’s best friends walked in out of the blue. We hadn’t seen Russ since shortly after we were married, five years before.
At that time we had gone over to his house for a little going-away party, planning to stay at his place overnight, as we knew we would be drinking. Dan got pretty drunk and went to bed before midnight. I joined him an hour later, having spent the intervening time in Russ’s bed, experiencing a hurried but very intense fuck.
I had fantasized about being with Russ for months after one of my best friends, who had had a hot and very intense love affair with him, told me what an incredible fuck he was. So I was putty in his hands when he put the make on me after my husband went to bed. It was the first time I had cheated on Dan—but hardly the last.
But it wasn’t that simple. Dan was asleep for most of the time that I was screwing Russ, but at one point he woke up. Seeing that I wasn’t there, he was about to go back to sleep when he heard faint noises coming from Russ’s bedroom down the hall, and pretty easily figured out what was happening. When I showed up he asked me about it, and I was too scared and guilty not to confess the truth. To my great surprise, he wasn’t angry; in fact my infidelity seemed to turn him on. We decided not to let Russ know that he knew; but from then on I was free to take lovers and to fuck any man I chose, as long as I was discreet and reported everything back to Dan.
And now, five years later, on my birthday, Russ had unexpectedly walked into this bar. He quickly explained that he was in town just for the day, and had stopped by our house to surprise us; but on finding us out he had figured that we might be at our favorite bar.
We were all happy to see each other. Russ shook Dan’s hand, then hugged me and kissed my cheek, that alone causing the crotch of my panties to quickly become damp.
I could tell that Dan knew that my passion for Russ had not lessened over the years. After they had caught up a little, Russ went to get us some drinks, and while he was gone Dan asked me to dance.
One of the reasons we like this bar is that it is seldom very crowded. The dance floor is in a separate room, just behind the lounge. It is quite dark also, which makes for some interesting times. Just about every man I’ve danced with there has tried to feel me up, and some of them have succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
As soon as I began dancing with Dan I could feel his growing erection. He held me close, pressing it against me as he whispered, “Damn, you want to fuck Russ as badly as he wants to fuck you, don’t you, honey?”
“Yes, baby,” I whispered back. “Oh God, I want to fuck him so bad my panties are soaked. Just feel me.”
Dan then raised my skirt to slip a hand down the front of my panties, I heard his sharp intake of breath when his fingers touched the slippery folds between my legs. “Christ, it feels like melted butter down there,” he told me. “All right, honey. Leave it to me, and I’ll see that the two of you have some time alone, okay? It’ll have to be tonight, because he told me he has to leave tomorrow.”
When we got back to the table Russ asked if he could dance with me too. A few moments later I was belly to belly with him, feeling his rock-hard cock pressing against my mound as he boldly cupped my right breast while we moved slowly around the dark dance floor. As we were almost the only people there, I didn’t object when he pressed me up against a support pole and kissed me, at the same time drawing my skirt up to feel my pussy through my drenched panties.
“I’ve got to have you again, you sweet thing,” he whispered urgently. “My damn cock is going to explode if I don’t get it inside you.”
“I want you too,” I panted. “Come home with us, and maybe we can get Dan drunk again.” I said this because I thought maybe Dan’s plan was to pretend to get drunk and fall asleep again so Russ and I could fuck. But I was wrong.
We hadn’t been back at our table two minutes when Dan’s cell phone rang. He moved away to take the call, then came back to say that there was a problem at the plant he managed, and he had to go in and deal with it.
Russ looked concerned and asked if he could come along and help, but Dan, as I suspected, told him to just keep me company, adding that he would be back when he could.
Russ and I ordered another drink and danced some more, which got me so aroused that I was about ready to let him screw me right there. But then the bartender stuck his head in and told me I had a phone call. It was my husband, telling me that he was at another bar and would stay there until it closed at two. “Tell Russ I can’t make it back for a while, and get him to take you home,” he told me. “Oh, and save a piece of ass for me, honey.” I told him to call me before he came home, and we hung up.
When I told Russ he practically dragged me out of the bar. On the way to our house he asked if it was safe to park in the alley behind our house, so Dan wouldn’t come home and catch us fucking. I told him it would be safe in the house, because Dan always called before coming home late at night, knowing he could get shot if he came in unexpectedly and frightened me.
Ten minutes later we were in the bedroom I share with my loving husband. There I quickly raised my dress and slipped my panties off, then lay back across the bed, waiting for Russ to jump on me. He glanced hungrily at my crotch for a moment, but then took my hand and pulled me to my feet, saying, “I want you naked this time, babe. The first time we did this you just pulled your jeans and panties off. This time I want to feel your naked body against mine.”
He watched every move I made as I stood there and stripped for him, and lay down again completely nude. He then got rid of his own clothes, and I don’t remember ever seeing a man do it so quickly. I felt a surge of heat in my loins as I saw his throbbing cock standing tall and proud when he dropped his shorts.
Both of us were beyond foreplay now, and he just climbed on top of me and shoved his entire seven-inch cock into my hot slippery gash. Our eyes met for an instant before we locked lips in a passionate kiss, and he began thrusting energetically into my burning pussy. I had often thought about the first time I’d fucked him, and had tried to recall what his cock felt like; but our joining had been so hurried, and I’d been so scared of getting caught, that it was more like a dream than a true memory. But this time I knew it was real.
His cock was slightly shorter than Dan’s, and not as thick, but it still filled my pussy very nicely as we raced feverishly toward an explosive release. I just love it when I reach orgasm just as a man jets his hot semen into my clasping cunt, and that is what happened with Russ. He collapsed on my body then, holding me in a death grip and crushing my breasts as his sperm continued to pour into my body until he was drained.
He still didn’t move from the cradle of my thighs, keeping his softening cock inside me until the head of it was sandwiched between my engorged labia. He raised his head to kiss me tenderly, then with increased passion; and moments later I felt him becoming erect again within my creamy folds. Before I knew it we were fucking again, but this time we screwed much more leisurely, enjoying the lovely sensation of being joined so intimately while giving each other such delicious pleasure. We paused several times to rest, delaying our mutual orgasm for close to 20 minutes before I felt his cock throb as it delivered another load of creamy love juice to the door of my womb.
Both of us needed a break after that, and Russ volunteered to go downstairs to get us a couple of drinks. As I lay waiting for him to return, I felt a steady trickle of semen oozing out of my snatch. Suddenly I had a moment of panic, realizing that I hadn’t even thought about inserting my diaphragm before we fucked, and I now had a whole bunch of Russ’s sperm swimming up my tubes.
When Russ came back I saw that he was again fully erect; and since it was too late to worry about it, I lay back and spread my legs, saying, “We shouldn’t waste that lovely hard-on you’ve got, honey, if you don’t mind sloppy thirds.”
He quickly put the drinks down and got on top of me, saying, “Hell, baby, I’d fuck you all night long, regardless of how sloppy it gets.” He was fucking me like it was the last piece of ass he’d ever get when the bedside phone rang. He froze with his dick buried inside me as I reached to answer it. Knowing it was my husband, I was seized with a sudden urge to push things further. After all, why shouldn’t Russ know that his friend didn’t mind if he fucked me, and in fact was turned on by the whole idea?
“Hello?” I said into the phone. “Oh hi, honey.” Dan started to say something, but I scarcely listened to his words as I went on, “Yes, he’s still here, honey,” I said. “Oh sweetheart, I’ve been so bad. I let Russ fuck me again, and I might even be pregnant, because I was so horny I completely forgot about birth control. We’ve already done it three times and we’re doing it again now. God, baby, his cock feels so good in my cunt! It feels even better than the first time we did it, five years ago. So why don’t you hurry home, honey, and help your friend fuck me.”
Russ was staring at me incredulously. I just smiled at him and hung up the phone. “Yes, Dan knows,” I said to him. “And it’s okay. He’ll be here any minute now.”
For a long moment Russ neither spoke nor moved. Then he just started fucking me harder than ever. He was still fucking me 10 minutes later when I heard the garage door open and close. A minute after that Dan appeared at the side of the bed.
“Damn, the two of you look beautiful doing that,” he said. “But I’m going to need a piece of that myself when you’re finished, buddy.”
Dan was on me seconds after Russ unloaded, and he blew his load after about eight or nine strokes. The two of them then tag-teamed me throughout the night, until all of us were exhausted and fell asleep in a tangle of bodies.
We were sad to see Russ leave the next morning. I’m still not sure whether the child I bore nine months later was his or my husband’s, but it doesn’t really matter. I love them both.
—S.R., Little Rock, Arkansas