I don’t know which pleased me more, watching my wife parading around our living room in a bikini top and a short, tight denim skirt — the kind with the fringe at the bottom and buttons up the front — and heels, or the way my two buddies, Dan and Pat, were looking at her while she did it. They stared at Becca like they wanted to throw her down on the couch in between them and ravage her. I didn’t blame them. Becca is a slender brunette with nice, high breasts and a sweet ass that the outfit showed off perfectly.
Becca caught how the guys were looking at her too, and I know her well enough that I knew it was getting her hot between the thighs. She loves attention from guys — always has — and it’s always gotten her in trouble. Becca has never been able to resist a charming guy intent on getting into her panties.
It may seem odd that I have my wife serving my friends drinks and snacks in that outfit, but she lost a bet, and fair’s fair. Losing a bet would also explain why the bikini top is green with an eagle on the left cup. Becca is from the New York area and made the silly assumption that her team would win the last playoff game. If her team had pulled off that improbable victory, I would be wearing blue and white and fetching drinks for a girls’ night at our house. I think Becca secretly wanted to lose because betting against the birds was insane.
“Hey, Becca honey, can you get me another beer,” Dan said, waggling an empty bottle.
She plastered on a smile and took the empty. “Of course, sweetie.”
Dan smacked her ass when she turned to go and I saw the flash of anger in her eyes, but she bit back her response. I don’t think she mind the touch, but his presumption that he could just do it. Part of losing the bet was that she had to be sweet and accommodating no matter what the guys did. Becca didn’t know that I told the guys they could treat her however they wanted. I stressed that they should enjoy having my wife as our waitress. They gave me funny looks, questioning how far they could take it, but I just told them to have fun. Now that we were pushing halftime and they had a few beers into them, they were beginning to push the limits.
“I know she lost a bet and everything, but I still can’t believe Bec is doing this. And I really can’t believe she just let Dan do that,” Pat said.
Pat was the more respectful of the two guys but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a ladies’ man. He just didn’t throw it out there because he was married. But he and the wife were staying together for the kids, and he fell asleep on the couch as much as he made it up to bed. Pat got laid where he could, and I don’t think his wife minded as long as he was discreet. Despite that, he was an old-school guy and didn’t get why I was displaying my own wife like that — even if he liked looking at her as much as Dan did.
“Becca has honor, and she knows a bet’s a bet. Besides, she’s a fun girl, isn’t she Sam? Becca seems like the kind of girl who’s a party when she lets loose.”
“Yeah, Becca’s a good time when she gets going,” I agreed. If the guys played their cards right, they’d learn just how much of a good time my wife could be.
I knew Dan would be the one pushing the envelope first. He’s a tall, slender charming guy in his late 40s. Dan’s been divorced for about 10 years and swears he’ll never get married again, but he loves the ladies. He has a couple of them who come over to party and fuck, but he makes sure they never stay the night. I’d be jealous if Becca wasn’t so amazing.
Becca returned to the den with a fresh beer for Dan and a tray of warm pretzel bites. She handed the beer to Dan and bent low the waist to set down the tray on the coffee table, shoving her ass at Dan. The short skirt rode up and he had to see she was only wearing a thong. That thing was right in his face. He couldn’t miss it. Becca has a truly great ass — she runs 3 times a week — and I saw his eyes go wide at the view. He looked like he was wondering if he could get away with just grabbing her bare butt. She stared a dare at me while she did it, silently asking, Sure you want to do this, buddy?
“Could you throw a couple of those on a plate for me, honey?” Dan asked, even though he could have easily reached them himself. He just wanted to keep Becca in that position.
“Anything for you, sweetie,” Becca cooed.
She put a little wiggle in her butt while she did it. When she handed Dan the plate, she bent low again, giving Pat and me the same view. The hot pink gusset of her thong peeked from between her thighs and Pat adjusted himself in his jeans.
“How about you get some for me, Bec?” Pat asked.
“Sure thing, Pat. Is half a dozen enough?” she replied.
“That’ll do.”
We had the opposite view when Becca bent over to serve Pat. Her ass was in Dan’s face again — and he openly stared — but her breasts were pointed at us. She has truly great tits. They aren’t giant, but they’re perky handfuls that only swelled larger when she had our son. He’s four now, but they’ve stayed puffed up. Her nips were tight points in the bikini top, another sign that she loved the attention. Those great tits jiggled as she loaded a plate for Pat, and I even thought one of them might slip out of the bikini top. She brought Pat his plate and got close to hand it to him. Pat looked torn, like all he wanted was to reach out and grab Becca, but he resisted because she was my wife.
“You forgot my mustard, Becca,” Dan said smugly.
Becca turned and shot him a look. “You can’t reach that yourself?”
“I could, but you’re here to serve, aren’t you honey?”
I watched her visibly tense as she tamped down an angry retort. Becca is all about winning — which was how I lured her into such a crazy bet — and she didn’t want to show this was getting to her. She wasn’t quite succeeding, but she wanted me to think this was all no big deal.
“Of course, Dan. Your wish is my command.” Her reply dripped honey, but I heard the venom underlying it.
Becca took the small bowl of mustard, carried it to Dan, and dipped a dollop onto his football jersey. She didn’t want to show that being our servant was getting to her, but she just couldn’t help herself. I love how feisty she is.
“Oops!” she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand, playing the perfect ditz.
“Hey!” Dan replied, barely biting back the word bitch. He had to remember who he was talking to. “Clean that up!”
When she didn’t act, Dan dipped his fingers into the bowl she still held and flicked mustard onto Becca’s chest, splattering right between her tits. She cursed and jumped back, dipping her fingers into the bowl like Dan, but he was faster and flicked more yellow into her cleavage.
“Stop that!” she shouted.
“Here, Becca, let me show you how to clean up this mess.”
Dan grabbed her wrist and yanked Becca into his lap. The mustard tumbled to the laminate floor, but I didn’t care about the mess. I was too fascinated by where this could be going. Seeing my wife on Dan’s lap got my heart pounding and my dick pulsing.
Deep down, this is where I hoped the day would go, but I didn’t honestly believe either of the guys had the balls to step up. Sure, they’d drool all over Becca, and slap her ass, but she was my wife and I knew they would likely respect that — even if Dan in particular was a total dog when it came to women. And I didn’t have the balls to just tell them to go for it. I wanted to see the guys manhandle my wife, but I was afraid of being slapped with the cuckold label. Most guys don’t understand that wanting to see my wife with other men didn’t make me weak. It actually displayed extreme confidence. The only missing piece was getting Becca to go for it, but I knew something the guys didn’t.
Becca and I were active swingers as newlyweds. We went to swinger clubs and met other couples the first few years we were together. It was fantastically exciting. We didn’t do it every weekend, but it was a regular thing. As we played, I discovered that watching Becca in all her sexual glory was even more exciting than getting some for myself. I was into swapping and fucking other guys’ wives, but I loved watching my wife even more. We stopped about 4 years ago when our son was born and never went back. I don’t know why. But I do know that Becca loved being the center of attention with other men and couples and I missed watching her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Becca complained. She struggled against Dan, but not very hard. She could have escaped if she’d truly wanted to.
Dan didn’t answer but swiped the mustard from her chest with his fingers, smearing it more than cleaning it. He licked his fingers, declaring it delicious, and smeared more mustard onto my wife’s chest, pushing it further over her tits. He was all but groping her. Pat stared at them agog. The second time, Dan pressed his fingers to Becca’s lips instead, telling her to try it. She only hesitated for a moment before seductively licking my friend’s fingers and then sucking them between her lips. She sucked those digits deep, and she sucked them hard, her cheeks hollowing. Her lips smacked when she let them go. That’s the sexy, horny Becca I was hoping to see.
“It’s yummy, but you’re making me a bigger mess than before,” she complained, smiling.
They locked eyes and an understanding passed between them. Maybe I should have been insulted that Dan didn’t check with me before proceeding, but I was getting what I wanted.
“Let me see what I can do, honey,” he said.
Dan pulled her into him and set to licking and kissing her chest. He did clean up the mustard but didn’t stop there. He spread out from her cleavage, licking every exposed part of her breasts. Becca sighed and pushed her chest at him, encouraging Dan. He pulled her tits out of the bikini top and massaged them with both hands, chasing a nipple with his tongue before capturing it between his lips. Becca moaned and threw back her head.
I was so enthralled watching them that I didn’t notice Pat was staring at me. His face read, Are you going to let this happen? I did my best to ignore him, and watch Becca and Dan. Pat shrugged and sat back, sipping his beer and enjoying the show as well.
Becca trembled as Dan feasted on her tits, going back and forth to tease her tender tips. She always lost it when I teased her nipples, and it looked like Dan had the touch too. She raked her fingers through his thinning dark hair and kissed his head. He took it as a signal and pulled up from her tits to kiss my wife. Becca’s mouth opened right up, and I see her slip him the tongue before their lips closed together. He pulled her tight against him and they went at it like teenagers.
Dan turned and deposited Becca on her back on the couch. Our couch is long, but her head still nearly landed in Pat’s lap. Dan slid back and onto his knees on the floor, twisting Becca so her legs hung over the edge, and he could push up her skirt. She yelped when he tore away her tiny pink thong and dropped it on the floor. He shot me a quick wink — the first time he acknowledged me since he started hooking up with my wife — before diving into her pussy.
“Ooo god…ohmygod…yea…” Becca moaned, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and using the leverage to pull her mound up at him.
Dan didn’t mind being trapped between her thighs. He held onto her nice, round ass and slurped away at her juicy fruit. Becca’s moans were constant, arcing up in pitch when he found her clit — I assumed.
Pat sat back and watched them, but I knew he would get in the game. Becca was just too tempting. Her bikini top was still spread open to expose her tits — keeping them pushed together — and he grabbed them with both hands, mauling them and rolling their puffy, ruby tips. Becca cried out and reached up to touch him. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen two men with their hands all over my wife, but it had been years. I think I loved it even more than when we were younger because, after 12 years of marriage, I found Becca sexier than ever. Something about her being so dirty when she was a mature wife and mother pushed all the right buttons for me.
“You’re fuckin’ eager, aren’t ya, Bec?” Pat said, chuckling while he played with my wife’s tits.
“Ooo…yea…”
Becca blindly reached toward his crotch, and Pat decided to give her a hand. He stood up long enough to drop his gym shorts — he always wore shorts — and he knelt by her head. Pat had a long, thick cock. It looked like a fleshy hose hanging between his legs. He wasn’t fully hard, and I chalked that up to getting naked in a room with other guys. Hard or not, he was much thicker than I am. I’d have been intimidated if I were less secure. But if I’m going to watch my wife take a cock, I want it to be a big one.
Pat dangled his cock over Becca’s face, smacking her cheeks and nose with it. She was so possessed by Dan devouring her pussy that she could only open and close her mouth like a fish out of water and clumsily chase him. He looked amused that she wanted to suck him so badly and toyed with her a little longer before stuffing it into her mouth.
“Here ya go, Bec. Be a good girl and swallow it all,” Pat said.
Becca opened wide when he shoved it in, forcing her to take it nice and deep. She gagged around it, but Pat didn’t slow down. He wanted to fuck her throat. Becca gasped for air when he pulled it out, but it was just a brief reprieve. He dangled his big, hairy balls over her lips and my pretty wife eagerly sucked them. She slurped and smacked her lips on one and then the other, putting on quite the slutty display. Becca didn’t just want to snack on his balls. She grabbed his cock — finally fully hard — and pulled it back to her lips.
Pat leaned it and crammed it right down her throat. She was ready that time and sucked like a champ, relaxing her throat, and letting him push it right in. I was stunned when his balls rested on her cheek. How the hell did she get that thing all the way down her throat? Pat kept it embedded in her throat until Becca looked like she was going to pass out before pulling out once more. He allowed her one gasping breath and then went to work fucking her throat.
I rubbed myself through my jeans, barely resisting pulling out my own cock as I watched my friends use my wife. So far, the day was living up to what I’d fantasized it could be. Dan was slurping away at her pussy and Pat was deep fucking her throat. Becca was pinned between them, body twisting and twitching as she took it all. She wrapped her arms around Pat’s legs to pull him into her mouth. She wanted that cock down her throat. Becca was a goddess. The room filled with Pat’s grunts and her muffled moans and Dan’s slurping, while it already smelled of sex.
Becca’s entire body heaved and I thought she might really be choking out on Pat’s meat, but she was coming on Dan’s tongue. Pat pulled out of her throat and she coughed violently while howling and twisting on the couch.
“Ooo fuck…ooo fuck…yea yea yea…oh fuck yea…”
Dan pulled back from her pussy, but kept fingering her while he grinned at me, his face slick and shiny with my wife’s juices.
“You never told us you were married to such a firecracker, buddy,” he said.
“Yeah, man. Bec’s little fuckin’ slut,” Pat agreed. He hastily turned to me and added, “No offense.”
“None taken. I married her because she’s such a slut in bed. Becca’s the definition of angel in the streets, demon in the sheets.”
“She is soaked, dude. Becca needs a dick. Don’t you, honey?” Dan asked.
“Ooo…yea…yes…I do…” she whined, still shaking from her orgasm.
“You good, buddy?” Dan asked me.
“She lost the bet, man. Becca’s here to serve today.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Pat told me, right before he shoved his cock back down my wife’s throat.
My friends were fully on board after that. They knew Becca was there for them to use. Dan whipped his dick out and shoved it right into her pussy. No one asked about condoms. I guess we were all rolling the dice. After Dan threw off his clothes, he grabbed her legs and held them straight up while he slipped into her juicy pussy. Becca’s satisfied moan escaped past her mouthful of dick. My friends were face to face as they plowed my wife from both ends.
The angle was awkward, and they only stayed in that position for a couple of minutes. Dan had to kneel on the edge of the couch and couldn’t fuck her properly. They both pulled out and Pat took the opportunity to slap Becca in the face with his wet dick again before they flipped her over. I don’t know why I found that so hot.
Becca was shaky on her hands and knees, but she stayed up, and my friends abused her body in that position. Dan grabbed her round ass and plowed her hard from behind, while Pat wrapped her long brown hair around his fist and fucked her mouth like he was punishing her. It was like he just knew Becca loves it rough. I finally took my dick out and jerked it. I couldn’t resist. Watching my friends spit-roast my wife was nirvana.
The guys found the perfect rhythm and alternated between ramming their cocks into her at the same time — like they were trying to crush her between them — and alternating their strokes, making it look like Becca was impaled on one long cock. She made incoherent noises and took it all like a pro. I know my wife well enough to know she loved every second of it.
Becca howled into Pat’s dick once more and we all knew she was coming again. The guys were learning that she was amazingly multi-orgasmic. I swear in the right situation Becca could just keep coming and coming forever. I’d seen it in action years earlier. The guys took it as a signal to switch places. She slumped to the couch when they let her go.
Pat pulled her butt back into the air and shoved his cock right into her. He was not one for finesse. It’s a good thing she was already so soaked because his fat hog stretched her wide open. Dan wasn’t small, but he wasn’t as thick as Pat. Becca wailed when she took it.
“Ooo god…fuck that’s good…ooo fuck…yea…fuck me…do it…”
Hearing my wife beg Pat to fuck her made me woozy. Even Dan was impressed, and he sat back for a moment while he too watched Pat give my wife what she so desperately wanted. His fingers dug into her flesh and his balls slapped the backs of her thighs and he hammered her deep. Becca howled and trembled and Pat had her coming again in just a couple of minutes.
Dan rejoined the action, scooting onto the couch in front of Becca. Pat had her ass in the air, but her face was buried in the cushions as she offered herself to him. Dan pulled her face up and slid his cock into her mouth. She was all about thick meat stretching her open and didn’t do much to contribute to the blowjob besides sealing her lips around that shaft, but Dan was happy to do the work. He held the back of her head and fed my wife his dick. Once he figured out the rhythm, he started seriously fucking her mouth. Becca made the strangest sounds as he shoved it deep, but my amazing slutty wife never struggled. She let my friends use her like she was built for it.
“Here it comes, Bec. Get ready! Here it comes!” Pat announced, huffing like he’d just run a marathon.
Pat spiked deep inside her and grunted like he’d been gut punched and I knew he was pumping my wife full of his hot seed. His entire body jerked, and I imagined it was his thick wads of cum jetting at Becca’s unprotected womb. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control, and it suddenly occurred to me that he could be breeding my wife. I have no idea why such a dark thought was so hot, but I had to stop touching myself so that I didn’t shoot my spunk into the snacks on the coffee table.
Dan held Becca’s head tight and jammed her mouth down on his cock, shooting down her throat. She choked and his load bubbled from between her lips. Becca pushed back and when he released her she coughed hard — sending more cum out from between her lips — while Dan finished by painting her face with the rest of his excitement. Three more ropes of jizz covered her nose and cheeks.
They finished with my wife, and she rolled onto her back, looking exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied. Becca was a complete mess. Her skin was flushed, her face covered with cum, and her pussy swollen, red, and leaking. Becca looked so pleased that you’d think she’d won the bet.
“Well, that was something,” Dan said, laughing.
Pat mumbled, looking uncomfortable as he put his dick away. The crowd on the television roared as the home team scored, but I pretended it was for Becca.
The afternoon got awkward quickly afterward. Pat couldn’t wait to get out of there and announced he had to take off. It didn’t help that Becca made no move to cover herself or clean up. She just laid on the couch in all her half-naked, cum-splattered glory. I think Dan would have hung around because I could see he enjoyed the view. He might have even wanted a second dip, which Becca might have obliged. But he followed Pat out the door.
I showed the guys out and came back to find Becca in the same position. She caught me staring at her and spread her legs, exposing her used pussy to my view. I needed to come so badly that my balls ached, but I stood transfixed by the sight of my well-fucked wife. Becca enticingly stroked her lips and batted her eyes at me.
“You must be dying to get in here. I know how you get when you watch me,” she said.
“I’m just taking you in, Becca. You were incredible today.”
She laughed. “That was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe I hoped.”
“What made you think I’d go for it? It’s been a long time, hon. Hell, what made you think they’d go for it?”
“It’s been a while, but I know how much you love attention. That’s never left you. The match just needed to be struck.”
“But I’m a respectable mother now!”
“A mother who loves to fuck.”
“Okay, that’s fair. And the guys?”
“Oh, I had no idea. I knew they’d get a kick out of seeing you like that — any guy would — and I thought Dan would get handsy. Honestly, just seeing that would have been hot enough.”
“Does that mean I should let your friends grope me more often?”
“That could be fun. But you’re going to get a reputation.”
“Haha. You too. What are you going to say to those guys when you see them? We never played with people we knew back in the day.”
“I have no idea. I didn’t think that far ahead.”
Becca laughed again. “That’s because all the blood rushed to your dick. Speaking of your dick, you can figure the rest out later. Right now, I need you to fuck me.”
“Even after the hammering you just took?”
“I’ll always need you to reclaim me afterward, hon. That’s my favorite part.”
I didn’t quite believe her, but it was sweet to say. I threw my clothes off as quickly as possible and sank into her hot, used pussy. I didn’t know if she could feel me after Pat’s fat hog, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to last long feeling her cum-fulled pussy. I was dying to add my load to Pat’s inside her. God, I’m a lucky man. I couldn’t love my wife more.