The rest of the week, we settled into this new routine, something I couldn't ever have imagined happening. Each day, we would go about our lives as normal, Opu and I going to our respective jobs, Ema taking care of the kids, and every night, after we went to bed, my loving, adoring wife would walk downstairs to the living room where she would get on her knees and service the oversized, thick, hard cock of my good friend from college. Then she would return to our room, and proceed to fuck my brains out. It was a bizarre arrangement, I'll grant you that, but I honestly have never seen her happier, more energetic, and more fulfilled.
As the week went on, she started becoming more brazen and relaxed about the whole thing, presumably as she began to come to terms with the idea that I wasn't angry, and was accepting of the situation. The first few nights she returned as usual, a little flushed and sweaty, pussy soaking through her panties, and ready to go. On Wednesday night, she came to bed with what was obviously a significant amount of cum on her lips, chin and neck. When I asked her about this, she smiled bashfully and said, "Opu wanted to cum on my face tonight...thats ok right?" It was hard for me to think of a reason to object when I didn't seem to have a problem with her swallowing his load the previous nights, so I replied, "Sure, I guess thats ok." And from then on she was routinely coming back to bed with her face plastered with Opu's jizz. She was at first hesitant to kiss me or get her face too close to mine, but after a few nights she wouldn't hesitate, and I was frequently tasting his salty leftovers in and on my wife's sexy face.
Another evolving change was that she would start telling me details while she was riding my cock or I was on top of her, pounding her pussy. She would look into my eyes and recount for me what she had just finished doing.
"Its so fucking big, Mike, I can barely get my lips around it. And its so hard, and hot, and he has these huge balls too. We don't even really talk much anymore, he just gives me this condescending little smirk when I walk down there and pulls his boxers down. But I just...I love pleasing it, sucking it, licking it. He...tells me I do a good job, and it makes my pussy so wet. I can't help but rub my little kitty while I'm blowing him, and tonight I came twice just from that. And his cum...its so fucking delicious. It makes me feel like such a dirty little slut."
"You are a dirty little slut, baby, you are my dirty little cocksucking slut wife," I said as I pounded her pussy harder, feeling my own orgasm approaching rapidly.
'Cum in me, cum in my pussy honey, I want to have two loads in me right now, one in my mouth and one in my cunt," she panted.
That was enough to put me over the edge and I felt a surge as rope after rope of semen filled the tight, juicy pussy of my sweet wife. She purred contentedly and rolled off, and quickly drifted off to sleep. I had to admit that we've never had hotter sex, and whatever my wife was getting from my gifted friend downstairs, I was reaping the rewards. I can't say I was loving the cum-covered kisses and the thoughts that went through my head when she was down there, but...well, I didn't mind them as much as I would have thought I would. For the first night that weak, I was able to fall asleep pretty easily.
The next morning, I woke up a little before my alarm, and noticed that Ema wasn't in bed next to me. This was unusual as our typical morning routine was that I woke up around 6 a.m. to get ready for work, she slept in until usually around 7:30, and then she got the kids up around 8. Here it was, 5:45 and she was already up and out of bed? I listened but couldn't hear her making any noise downstairs, so I quietly got out of bed and went down to look for her. As I walked into the living room, I found who I was looking for...my wife, in a similar position to the night I had watched them, down on her knees, mouth full of my friend's huge cock. This was a new and unexpected advancement in our arrangement, and I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it. I watched her for a minute or two, silently, and then cleared my throat to let them know I was in the room. She immediately stopped, plopped his dick out of her mouth, and looked up at me.
"Oh, hey baby, sorry, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I came downstairs and Opu was already up. Are you...ok if I finish?"
This was a pivotal turning point for this developing situation, as until now I did not know whether Opu was aware that I knew about my wife's nightly excursions. But he was aware now! Was this getting to be too much? Should I put a stop to this? Why was I so fucking hard?
"Ummm...yeah, thats ok. I'm gonna make some coffee, do you guys want some?" I awkwardly replied.
"Sure sweetie, thanks!" my wife cheerfully replied and resumed lavishing Opu's cock with her tongue, licking up the fat glob of pre-cum that had accumulated there while we were talking.
Opu turned his head around to look at me, somewhat sheepishly, and said "Sorry Mike, I'm almost finished. Umm...coffee would be great?" and then he placed his hand on the back of my wife's head, slowly pushing her down, feeding his cock into her throat. She obviously had been practicing taking his girth, as she quickly relaxed her throat, opened her lips wide and glided about halfway down the shaft. She made some quiet whimpering, gagging noises, as he gently fucked her throat. She then pulled back and started rapidly bobbing her head up and down on the fat, purple knob, eager to get her reward for a job well done.
"Where you do you want it, slut?" he said, louder than need be, seemingly to make sure I could hear from the kitchen.
"Anywhere you want, Opu, just give it to me, I want it, I need it, I EARNED that hot fucking nut," I heard by conservative, reserved wife reply, using language I've never heard her use before and didn't even think she was capable of.
"Ok, on your face it is" Opu said, grabbing his cock with his hand and pumping 5 or 6 large, creEma loads across my wife's forehead, cheeks and lips. She moaned with ecstasy, savoring the warm, wet load.
I finished making the coffee and started pouring 3 cups, when my wife walked up behind me and gave me a hug. I turned and saw her, grinning from ear to ear, her face still covered in his jizz. I've never seen a nastier, sluttier sight, and she looked like she had just won a prize. She was practically bouncing.
"Guess I don't need any cream in my coffee" she joked, taking her index finger and scooping up some of the cum on her face and popping it into her eager mouth. "Mmmm, what a yummy breakfast!"
In the span of one week, my wife had gone from tearful apologies and begging me not to leave her to sucking my friend's enormous cock right in front of me and joking about eating his cum. How far was this going to go? Was this getting out of hand?
"So...it isn't just a nightly thing now?" I asked her plaintively.
"Sorry honey, I will stick to just once a night if it makes you upset," she said, furrowing her brow in obvious disappointment.
"No, no, its fine I guess, just was a little surprised."
"Thank you, thank you, I love you so much Mike!" she said and gave me a big, sticky, cum-splattered kiss. I couldn't help but taste the goo that was literally covering her entire face, and the taste was surprisingly not that unpleasant. I had tasted my own cum in the past once or twice, and wasn't disgusted by it or anything, but Opu's semen was a little thicker and slightly sweeter than what I remembered mine tasting like.
"Ok well, I've got to get off to work, Ema, have a good day, I'll see you tonight, ok?"
"Remember I'm taking the kids over to my mom's house for the weekend, so it will just be the three of us for dinner tonight, I was going to order pizza is that ok?"
"Sure, sounds great."
"Thanks for the coffee," Opu said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing his cup, still wearing only his boxers, his softening but still impressive cock still dangling through the flap in front. He was still in pretty good shape and obviously was comfortable with his body and being practically nude walking around my house.
"No problem, see you tonight," I said.
I got in my car and headed off to work, trying to focus on the day to come. It was an uneventful day, typical Friday with early meetings, and I was able to head out early around 4pm. I got home shortly after, and my wife was watching TV. Opu wasn't back yet, and so we spent a little quality time alone, catching up on a few of our favorite shows. He got home around 7, and we ordered pizza. After dinner, we all returned to the living room to watch some more TV. I sat in our recliner chair, and Ema sat next to Opu on the couch. We were watching some cable drama, and I was pretty engaged with the show and not really paying attention to Ema or Opu, when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and looked, and Ema had stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and taken off her pants. She also took off her shirt so she was standing there in just her bra and panties. She was wearing one of the lacy, sexy sets that I had gotten her for Valentine's Day the year before, which was not her usual attire. As I watched this, she then got down on her knees between Opu's legs and started unbuckling his belt. Was she really going to blow him again, with me sitting right here? Apparently she was, as he lifted up his ass, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down, and allowing his impressive tool to pop up, nearly smacking her in the face. She giggled a little bit, and wrapped her tiny little hand around the massive pole. She immediately slid her other hand into the waistband of her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit.
"I've been thinking about this all day, Opu" she said in a sultry, husky tone.
"Ha, I'm sure you have you little cumslut," he said, grinning down at her. He turned to look at me and sort of shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. I just smiled and nodded, and tried to turn my head back to the show. The volume of the TV wasn't enough to drown out the rhythmic sucking, slurping noises that my wife was making, nor the contented little moans and sighs involuntarily coming from her as she pistoned her face on my friend's veiny cock. After about 5 minutes of this, I heard her let out a little squeal as she had apparently brought herself to her first orgasm while subserviently worshipping this monster in front of her. A few minutes later, I turned to look when I heard Opu tell her he was getting close.
"You want this nut, Ema? Are you a good girl, do you deserve a treat?" he taunted her.
'Mmhfmfmmmhmm" she agreed around a throbbing mouthful of meat.
"Do you want to show Mike what a good little cocksucker you are? Make him proud? Are you gonna swallow every drop?"
"Mmmmmm" she moaned as she brought herself to another orgasm, her hand coming to a rest in her soaked panties. She was trembling and shaking with desire as saliva was pouring from her mouth and coating the base of Opu's cock, dribbling onto his huge balls.
"Take it all, show your husband, here it comes you little wifeslut," he shouted, tensing up and unloading in her mouth. Her cheeks immediately began to puff out as she struggled to gulp the creEma load down, trying her best to hold it all in her mouth and not waste a precious drop. He finally finished shooting, and she made a big final gulp, filling her belly. She looked over at me, beaming with pride, face red and sweaty, and then she stood, grabbed me by the hand and said, "Take me upstairs, NOW, I need you to fuck me!"
I didn't need to be told twice, and so I got up and quickly followed her. As we walked towards the stairs, I heard Opu laugh and say, "You're welcome, bro!" from his spot on the couch.
I followed her to our room, and she immediately slipped off her panties and climbed onto the bed on all fours.
"Fuck me, pound my tight little pussy, Mike, make me cum again, fill me up, I want you so bad!"
I tore off my clothes and got on the bed behind her, slamming my cock into her already very well lubricated slit. As I pounded her from behind, I could hear my balls slapping against her clit, and I felt her reach her hand underneath her and start strumming away at it, all the while begging me to fuck her harder. After a few minutes of this, she removed her hand from her button, and slipped two wet fingers into her mouth, sliding them in and out and moaning in a muffled tone while I drove my 7" into her cunt.
"I'm gonna cum, Ema, here it comes," I grunted, and she replied with a moan around the fingers in her mouth. I felt my balls tighten, and I unloaded as best I could, filling her with my cum, feeling her pussy clench down on my dick. I rolled off her and flopped down on the bed, exhausted, and she snuggled up to me contentedly.
"That was great, baby, thank you so much," she said, smiling.
"I love you honey," I replied, and closed my eyes. All I could think was that we had the whole weekend, with no kids and no work, and I had absolutely no idea what to expect from this insane situation.
I woke up the next morning feeling oddly refreshed. Ema was sleeping peacefully next to me, the early morning rays falling across her midsection. I rolled gently out of bed so as not to wake her, and went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, shaving and taking a quick shower. I got dressed and walked downstairs, making myself a cup of coffee and a bagel. Opu was just getting up as well, and he sat across from me at the kitchen counter.
"Hey man, do you, uh...do you wanna talk about this?" he asked me.
I looked at him, took a drink of my coffee and slowly nodded.
"Yeah, I think we should. Listen, I know its a fucked up situation. I was initially pretty pissed off, both at you and even more so at her. But we talked about it at length, and I...I think I get it. She still loves me, she doesn't want you in any real way. She just...she just needs something from you. And if its important to her, if it helps her feel fulfilled, then what kind of husband would I be if I let my own, ya know, jealousy and insecurity trump that?"
"Wow," he replied, taken aback. "Thats...I mean, thats really, I guess, mature? I don't think there is ANY way I could be cool with something like that, man!"
I chuckled a little bit, and nodded. "Yeah well, it isn't easy, but she is just so happy, so turned on. And I gotta be honest, watching her, ya know, with you-" I paused.
"Watching her blow me, you mean?" he filled in the gap.
"Yeah, well, it was pretty fucking hot, ya know? I was hard as a rock watching that, and then every time right after she comes up and its more passionate than its been in years."
"Thats great man, I'm glad you are guys are enjoying each other, I'm glad its sparked something for you guys. Because...fuck man, I'm enjoying the hell out of it!"
"Yeah no shit man, I could tell from where I was sitting last night!"
"Oh yeah, sorry for the language but she is just, well, YOU know, but she is such a hot little cocksucker. That first night she came down, I certainly wasn't trying to put the moves on her or anything like that, it was all just sort of an accident, but I mean, how could I turn that down? And then I was feeling guilty, and two nights later I asked her about it, and she just smiled at me, said you were ok with it, and got down to business!" he explained.
"Yeah, thats what she said, and its cool man. Just, we both agreed that you can't fuck her. Her pussy is mine, ya know? Ha. I don't think I could handle that. This isn't really sex, its just her mouth, thats how I see it," I said, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
"Oh sure, man, thats fine, whatever, I could enjoy that mouth of hers forever!"
"Is that right, Opu?" I head my wife say over my shoulder, smiling as she walked into the kitchen to join us. "Were you boys in here talking about me? My ears were burning."
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, her nipples faintly visible as her C cup breasts bounced bralessly, and when she reached up and leaned into the cupboard to grab a cup for herself, her shirt rode up and you could see her smooth, soft pussy lips, still somewhat red and glistening from last night.
"You seem in a good mood this morning, Ema," Opu said.
"I sure am, Mike fucked me silly last night, and no kids to take care of this morning, what more can a wife want?" she said, smiling at the both of us.
"Well...I can think of one thing," Opu smirked, standing up and walking over towards her. He grabbed her wrist gently and guided her small hand down to his underwear, sliding it into the waistband, where I could see her fingers close around his rapidly hardening manhood.
"Mmmmm," she murmered, looking over at me with a mischievous grin. "Mike honey, you ok if I take care of Opu?"
My cock was growing and starting to tent out my shorts, watching this display in front of me. And then I suddenly had an idea.
"Well, babes, why don't you...take care of both of us?"
She raised her eyebrows, taken aback initially, but then seemed to think about it for a few seconds, and finally smiled.
"Sure, that sounds very sexy, why don't you guys go sit down next to each other on the couch?"
Opu and I shared a look, and then quickly walked over to the couch. We both quickly got undressed and sat next to each other. My wife walked in shortly after, still in just her t-shirt.
"Scoot a little closer guys, I can only move so far," she said, and we slid closer, so that our naked thighs were touching. I was already completely hard, and I couldn't help but look down at Opu's cock laying on his thigh, just starting to stiffen up. While he wasn't absurdly bigger than me, the difference was certainly noticeable, both in length and in how thick he was. I was in "middle-aged dad bod" shape, but he obviously was still working out regularly, keeping in something much closer to college shape. My wife kneeled down in front of us, centered somewhat, and pulled her soft, dark hair back in a ponytail. She started with Opu, first running her pink little tongue around his fat purple head, licking up the small bead of precum that had formed, before opening wide and slowly swallowing as much of his cock as she could. Her left hand reached out and wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking me while she bobbed up and down next to me. Her right hand snuck between her thighs, gently rubbing between her sticky, wet lips. It was quite the feat of coordination and concentration, and it was...impressive to watch her work on my friend's big dick. She slurped and slobbered on his knob for another minute or so, and then she leaned over and began going to work on me. My wife has sucked my cock hundreds of times, and every time has been great, but she had a newfound energy that she was bringing to the task, and that combined with the surreal sexuality of the situation made this instantly the greatest blowjob I had ever had. She had to switch hands in order to keep up the triple action of sucking, jacking and rubbing her clit, and after about 5 minutes of going back and forth, she paused.
"Hmm, this is hard work!" she exclaimed, "Normally I have a free hand to work on Opu's cock while I suck him."
We both sort of laughed, neither of us complaining about the current situation, but when she returned her oral attentions back to Opu, I noticed my left hand starting to move, seemingly on its own volition, and before I knew it, I had wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. It felt hot to the touch, and simultaneously rock hard and soft to the touch. I curled my fingers around it, and slowly started stroking up and down. Opu immediately turned to look at me, but then just closed his eyes and laid his head back, continuing to enjoy my wife's warm, eager mouth. As I got more bold, my hand met my wife's lips on the upstroke, and she immediately froze, opening her eyes and looking up at me, mouth full of dick. She slid her lips off and sat back on her heels for a second.
"Mike...that is so fucking hot. You are jacking his cock. Do you want to feed it to me? Do you want to help me make him shoot that hot, gooey load into my mouth? Doesn't it feel so big, and hard, and amazing?"
"Fuck, baby, suck his cock, put it back in your mouth, I want to feed you this big piece of meat," I panted, her hand now flying up and down my shaft. She immediately clamped her mouth around his dick, her right hand once again furiously rubbing her clit, and I heard Opu start to breathe heavily, a slight moan escaping her lips. I was now sliding my fist up and down his cock, lubricated by my wife's saliva and whatever precum she wasn't able to lick up, and I saw his balls start to tighten as the first rope of his orgasm fired into my wife's waiting, hungry mouth. I kept jacking him firmly as I could feel the cum shoot up the shaft, and I saw her cheeks begin to bulge out as she frantically tried to savor and swallow as much of his creEma load as she could. Her own orgasm hit her, and she began to tremble and moan as she gulped it down. There was too much, however, and some of it started to leak from the corners of her mouth and run down the back of my hand. As his release subsided, I took my now cum-covered hand off of him, looking at it and then at my wife as her hand continued to pump on my dick, slick with my own pre-cum. I looked at her, and she looked at my hand, and she just smiled at me, and nodded. I knew what she meant with that look, and I brought my hand to my mouth and, tentatively, licked my fingers clean. I immediately felt my eyes rolling back as I let out a moan and blew my own load all over my wife's hand. All three of us were panting and out of breath.
"Well...that was fun, but we sure are all messy!" my wife giggled. "How about we go upstairs and take a shower, and let Opu get himself together, ok Mike?"
I could barely concentrate on what she said but simply nodded, and followed her upstairs. We showered together but were both too spent to do anything more than that. I got out, shaved and got dressed, and we talked about our plans for the day, as if nothing had happened. My wife suggested that we go mini-golfing, just the three of us, so we went downstairs to see if Opu was interested.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but things would change even more dramatically later that night.
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