One Friday night last month my 41-year-old wife Dawn and I were waiting for our son Gary to return home from college for a long weekend. When it got to be around 10:30 we were starting to worry, because he normally arrived by nine or so. We called him on his cell phone, and when he answered he explained that he had two of his college friends with him, and they had stopped for a bite to eat, but they would be arriving soon.
Once our worries were allayed, I told Dawn I was going to bed. She said she wasn’t tired, and would wait up for Gary and his friends. After giving her a kiss, I went to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night.
Around seven in the morning I woke up to find that Dawn hadn’t come to bed, so I figured she had fallen asleep on the sofa downstairs. I went down to check on her, and got quite a shock at what I found.
There was my wife of 20 years, asleep on the sofa, wearing only a pair of black panties. Her hair was a mess, and on closer inspection I noticed what appeared to be dried sperm coating her chest, with some also spotting her cheeks and lips, and even her hair. My heart skipped several beats, but my cock instantly began to throb with excitement.
As I stood looking down at her, she stirred and looked up at me with a half-smile on her face, and no guilt whatsoever in her eyes. All I could manage to say was, “What happened?” in a croaking voice.
My still lovely wife then told me how Gary and his friends had finally arrived around midnight. Gary had introduced them, and they’d all had a beer. Then Gary said he was tired and was going to bed, but his friends, Stan and Alex, weren’t tired yet, so they opted to have another beer before retiring.
Dawn had been watching TV when they arrived, and now the three of them sat around looking at it as they drank their beer. At one point an infomercial came on, advertising some kind of anti-aging cream, and Dawn jokingly said she needed to order some of that. Alex spoke up to assure her that she didn’t need it, and Stan quickly agreed. From there a mildly flirtatious conversation developed, with both the guys telling her that she could still attract men of all ages, even younger guys like them.
The alcohol and the sexy talk was beginning to take effect when, to prove what they were saying, Stan boldly stood up to show Dawn the bulge in his pants, saying it was because of her. He then offered to let her touch it. She did so briefly, and then almost before she realized it, both guys had their cocks out and were jerking off in front of her. She knew she should stop them, but instead she found herself taking over and stroking them both with her own hands.
She didn’t protest when they started to undress her, down to her panties, running their hands over her, fondling her big tits and rubbing her crotch. She would not let them remove her panties, however, so they both stood close to her and jerked off, talking dirty to her until they both came, shooting their come all over her chest, face and hair.
After they recovered they thanked her and went up to bed in the guest rooms. Dawn drifted off to sleep, but some time later she was awakened by a hand sliding up her leg toward her crotch. She opened her eyes to see Alex, his hard cock in his hand, getting ready to climb on top of her. She said her first instinct was to stop him, but then she gave in and let him have his way. He pulled her panties aside and easily entered her, then began fucking her with urgent, forceful strokes.
I interrupted her then, asking hastily, “Did he come in you?” and when she nodded I reached down to feel her warm wet crotch. Without even realizing it, I’d had my cock out the whole time she was talking, and now I lost it and shot my load all over her chest and neck. But I didn’t go soft. In a fever of passion I yanked her panties down and mounted her, sinking my still hard cock into her warm, sloppy hole. It felt like fucking a dish of melted butter, and I fucked her wildly for 10 minutes before I came again, this time inside her.
That day we all acted as if nothing had happened the night before. I don’t think Gary knew anything, and I pretended I didn’t either, but I noticed a number of knowing glances among Dawn, Stan and Alex.
Late that night, after everyone had retired, and Dawn and I were lying in bed talking, she asked me if I would mind if she checked in on Stan to see if he needed anything. With my heart in my throat and my cock throbbing, I told her okay. She quietly got out of bed and made her way to Stan’s room, not returning until sunrise the next morning. I was sure she had been thoroughly fucked as she collapsed on the bed beside me, and an intimate inspection confirmed my suspicions. I was instantly aroused, and I mounted her quickly for my own turn in her well-fucked hole.
That night she went to visit Alex the same way, but that time I snuck down the hall to listen through the door as Alex fucked her. I heard giggles and some soft moans, then some gasps and a few muffled screams. I stood there for a while listening to these sounds, and to the creaking of the bed, before shooting my load on the floor and returning to our room.
Again Dawn returned at sunrise. This time she was limping slightly, and when I asked why, she told me that Alex had fucked her in the ass. She described how he had laid her face down on the bed and worked his cock into her tiny hole, nearly splitting her in half, according to her, and fucking her as hard as he could until he shot what felt like a quart of come in her ass. Her description drove me insane, and soon I too was in her rear passage, enjoying every moment as she moaned into the pillow until I came.
The boys left for school later that day, and both Stan and Alex thanked us both for being such pleasant hosts. I’m pretty sure they’ll be coming home with Gary to visit us again at Christmas.
—V.T., Hartford, Connecticut