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Sloppy Seconds Ch. 01

By: Squishypuss_Miner



Special appreciation to "meatmywife" of Literotica authordom, his stories inspired me to stop wanting to write and got me onto the keyboard and into production! Thank you for hot stories...and that photo of your lovely wife! ;-)

This narrative is a true story, as always--with the names changed to protect the funseekers! It goes back a bit to the late seventies through early eighties. The good old days! Before deadly diseases and inordinate numbers of STD's abounded. And before the need for Viagra! :-(

CHAPTER ONE: Sounds Like A Plan.

I'm into sloppy seconds, both literally with my cock, and gorging on them as they ooze from a freshly-fucked, hot pussy. That pussy, by the way, is usually my wife's, and the cum is usually my good pal's, he who was Best Man at our wedding, Paul.

How does one become interested in such a "fetish"? Who can say? One day this brilliant idea forms in your head and then you get to work trying to make it reality, getting the wife to go for it, and the friend!

I think that the three of us being so familiar with one another and such good friends made the situation perfect to develop into my fantasy sex. We were all comfortable with one another and enjoyed each other's company all the time. My wife, Erin, and I lived in an apartment complex when we first married, and Paul still lived at home nearby with his parents. We were all young then, in our early twenties. Paul was not a dater, had no girlfriends, and there were times I suspected he might even enjoy sexual attention from his mother, but I never learned if I was right.

One evening the stars aligned and I broke the idea to Erin while we were locked in sexual combat in our bed. 

Erin was small, only five-three, and maybe one hundred and five pounds, and she had 36-D breasts, blonde hair, and firey blue eyes. When we fucked, she was physically hot, tremendously animated and vocal, and multi-orgasmic; cumming perhaps five or six times before I would have to let go at last. When she came, she exploded, literally! She'd build up to it with louder and louder gasps and moans and then let out with a loud growl and her pussy would pulse in orgasm so hard that air trapped within it would blast forth and "ejaculate" her cum, and mine, all over us and the bed in a gullywasher. Though I'm only endowed with an average cock, about six and a half inches, it's fat and gets the job done very successfully! And because Erin is small-framed, I usually bottom-out during sex, bashing into her cervix on the in-stroke and receiving a loud moan and gushing woman juice over my balls.

Anyway, as we were making nice, slow, passionate love, I began to "talk dirty" to Erin as I had her pinned to the mattress beneath me, slowling and steadily pile-driving her pussy. As usual she was on fire and moaning in bliss and encouraging me with, "Oh God, oh yeah, ohhhh...fuck me!" and I could feel the cumhole in my cock grinding against her inner cervix door.

Inspiration struck me. I told Erin how hot she was, how great her pussy felt as it swallowed and sucked my cock buried deep in her belly. "Ever do two guys at once, Irish? Together or within a short time?" I asked.

Erin stopped moving and stared up at me, "Huh!? What!? Why ask me that now?" she said in a shocked tone.

"You know," I went on, "fucking two different guys at the same time." I continued to slowly drill my wife's pussy, gyrating my hips on the in-stroke to jazz her clit a little, which drew a gasp and moan from her lips.

"Of course not!" she nearly spat. "I'm not a whore!" And she began to move to my thrusts once again, closing her eyes.

"It would be cool though, don't you think?" I asked. "Two guys giving you pleasure, making it last longer. Someone to lend me a hand controlling your fire!" I laughed.

"Are you nuts!?" she asked, stopping her lovemaking again. "I don't need two guys, I have you and you're plenty, and you don't need any help! If I wanted to fuck a bunch of guys I wouldn't have gotten married!" 

Ahh yes, there was that fire in her eyes...she had drawn her sword for battle.

What is it with women? We have what we figure is the HOTTEST woman alive who can't be outdone in the sex department, and a few of us figure we want to share that great treasure with another lucky soul or two. But when we bring the subject up, the woman immediately feels something's wrong with her, or that we, the husband/lover/significant other, have lost our feelings or love for the woman and thus want to farm her out. Damn! It's WE who gamble here...it's a guy thing to worry over whether or not your cock will measure up in a competition with another or more! You have to be extremely confident with yourself and your lover and know that this is sex play, not lovemaking. And realizing how hot the wife is, and how great in the sack she is, we want to share this with other men, friends or otherwise, and basically do as all guys do with a trophy...show off! It's not sexism or making the woman an object, it's plain, unadulterated pride in having chosen perfection in a mate, and wanting to allow her to expand her experiences also. Any female who tells you that your cock is all she wants, needs or craves IS LYING! And many times yours IS NOT the only one she's getting, and she'll lie about that too. So why not join and enjoy!?

Men are very visual beings, wanting the lights on when we have sex, watching videos, movies, looking at skin mags and reading erotic literature in print or on sites such as Literotica.com. Some guys have enjoyed sexual encounters with buddies and women during college, or at stag parties and the like. We like to watch a woman get fucked. Most guys, once attached or married, would never consider sharing sexual play with their spouse or significant other, but wouldn't hesitate at joining pals fucking some "neutral" female. Some of us, however, have enough confidence and trust in our wives to get into the lifestyle and share our experiences with one another simultaneously. Getting the female to that point is not often easy, at least not back in the day when this takes place. I believe it's somewhat more readily attainable in contemporary times as women have become more liberal and tossed off the false morals and etiquette forced on them by older times. Women are as sexual as men and want it just as much and as often, and just as frequently with some twist or fetish, and always for enjoyment, not "duty."

Erin rolled me off her and then turned onto her side and huffed, sulking.

I snuggled-up to her back, spooning. "Listen, I didn't mean to upset you, insult you or piss you off," I said. "I just thought I'd let you know that I had thought of trying something different with you; something I thought perhaps you'd enjoy with me, and find exciting, and fulfilling." I nuzzled Erin's neck and rubbed her belly softly with the tips of the fingers of one hand.

"You wouldn't like to experience two cocks poking you at the same time, maybe one in your pussy, the other in your mouth?" I asked.

"You'd let another guy stick his dick in me!?" she almost shouted.

"Not 'stick his dick in you,' " I said. "Join us in some fun and fuck you, get you off while I watch. Then when he cums deep inside your belly and pulls out, I'd crawl in between your thighs and push all your combined love juices deep up inside you with my tongue!" I said, feeling my heartbeat increase a couple just imagining it.

"You'd let him cum IN ME!? Without a rubber!?" Erin shrieked, incredulous.

"Of course, that's the best part! You get to feel more than one guy cum and I can finally have my fantasy of sloppy seconds come true...WITH YOU!" I explained.

"Just picture it," I went on, "we're together someplace and there's this good looking, strong guy with us. We undress you and kiss and lick you all over, taking turns eating yourpussy and kissing you, and then he gets on top of you and sinks his huge cock into your drooling pussy and fucks you until you almost can't cum anymore, and they he dumps his load deep up inside you. He gets off and I go down and start licking your pussy and then take his place and fuck you hard until I blow my load in you too."


Erin was picturing it, for I felt her temperature going back up again and could feel her making ever so slight humping motions with her hips, bumping her beautiful round ass against my swelling cock, that was also now drooling precum in the crack of Erin's ass.

Erin rolled over and looked into my face, and I noticed she was getting flushed nad her eyes was becoming lust-glazed.

"You wouldn't change your mind and throw me out or divorce me if another guy fucked me and came in me?" she quietly inquired.

"Hell no!" I said loud and firm. "It would be the hottest time of my life and I'd be enjoying a long desired fantasy, and with the woman I love instead of some stranger."

Erin was still making little humping movements and my cock was now pressed into the cleft of her pussy and drooling hotly all over her mons and clit. As she humped, my cockhead rubbed slickly up and down her gash, stimulating her clit. Erin's color increased more to almost strawberry and her breath was getting hot and quick.

"You'd enjoy seeing another man's cock in my pussy...are you sure?"

"There is nothing else I would want to see more, or enjoy more, than that!" I said. "Watching you receiving pleasure from some guy, and seeing his fat cock sliding in and out of your pussy, all covered in your oil. Watching your face as you were pleasured, and listening to your little noises, and hearing you yell 'I'm cumming!!!!' as your pussy blew around his fat meat stick. And then hear him groan and watch as he jammed himself as deep into you as he could as he next yelled 'Here it comes!' and he drains all his semen into you."

Erin was on fire again. "Oh God," she said. She grabbed my cock and rolled me onto my back holding my dick pointed at the ceiling. In one, quick motion she mounted me like a professional cowboy climbing onto his favorite steed. She jammed me into her flaming hot hole and dropped down with a "splat" on my groin, my cock buried to the balls in what felt like boiling water. I grabbed both her pendulous breasts and squeezed them. "Oh my goddddd!!!" Erin cried as she bounced up and down with great force just a couple of times before her pussy clenched my impaling cock with the strength of a vise and then volcanically exploded Erin's cum in a huge waterfall all over my cock, balls and upper thighs, flooding the area between my thighs, soaking the bed, and leaving rivulets of boiling oil running across my lower belly and down my side. The force of her cum, the grip on my cock, and her yell set me off and I fired off deep inside her womb with the force of a canon, blasting my load so hard I feared it would shoot out her ears.

Panting like sprinter, Erin flopped forward onto me and ran her fingers through my hair a few times and planted little soft kisses all about my face, chin, and lips. Then she began to lean over and I rolled with her and we both collapsed in exhausted slumber.

My final waking thought was, "Oh yeah! Got her! Sloppy seconds here I come! I wonder if Paul is up for the experience of a lifetime?" I smiled to myself and passed out.

To be continued.

Sloppy Seconds Ch. 01



I awoke when she shifted slightly, interrupting my dreamy sleep. I must have been asleep for a couple of hours. I don't know when she came to bed, I seem to remember falling asleep alone at about midnight. There she lay, flayed out on her back, white nightshirt barely hiding her beautiful nipples, naked from the waist down, legs slightly open, breathing softly. 

"Hmmmmmm," I nuzzled up to her, attempting to wake her. She moved a little, then squirmed, turning over, away from me. I wrapped my arms around her, crawling a little onto her back, I buried my nose into the nape of her neck, wriggling her long brown hair out of the way. As I began to lick her skin, she stirred.

"Hmmmmm," she whispered, "no..... I'm asleep, I'm tooooo..."

I tasted her scent, her salty flavor behind her ears, then gently flirted along the lines of her ear, inside. I tasted something strange. I licked her skin and savored the nectar. It wasn't her. I know her taste, the delicious perfume, her sweat, her damp beads. I've sucked and have drunk them in for over three years. Her smells and tastes have a signature, like a good scotch, you just know it. Something wasn't right.

"Di. Baby love, Di. What's that on you? Wake up. Now bitch! What's that?"

"Hmmmmm. What's what?"

I moved away suddenly, "That's not you. There's something else on you. Your scent. Where were you? Were you with someone else? Tell me. Shit. Slut, what's going on?" 

We were living together, had been for awhile, but had also slipped off occasionally with others, sometimes women, sometimes men; always old tangled relationships, never pick-ups. Tonight we had dinner with Red, my old super flame, the man I truly felt I could love, if he wasn't so elusive. I stopped sleeping with him a while ago to focus on being with her. He and I made electricity, we lit up the universe with our physical passion, we totally made crazy love fire. Red turned me on to so many amazing and filthy, lovely acts; I will always deeply yearn for him. But it had been too much for me, probably him too, especially since he lived far away, sometimes in New York, sometimes in Europe, hard to pin down. 

Dinner had been great, so nice to see him and share him with Di. He invited us to dine at his hotel, he was in town for some business. We drank a lot, as usual, a couple of really expensive bottles. I had an important meeting in the morning and besides, I was on the blood menses and starting having these bad cramps in the middle of dinner. It had started really well, with cocktails and all of us laughing, I had actually thought about ending it with a threesome, the current love of my life, Di, and the only man who ever really understood me totally, a man who I was eternally drawn to. 

But the evening went downhill. I went to the bathroom twice to take some pills and change my engorged tampon. After the headaches came on, I knew I needed to leave. I just excused myself, taking a cab home. Di said she'd stay awhile and don't wait up. I saw them looking at each other across the table and the thought did occur to me that anything was possible; I mean Red wasn't committed to me, we made that clear over the years. I was confident that our shared love (Di and myself) was strong enough to keep us bound but in some devious way I probably hoped they would get together. Who knows how the mind works? All I know is... I went to bed alone, she woke me up, and now a foreign scent was on her.

"Di, you fucked him, didn't you? You fucked Red. Fucking Cunt. Tell me. I don't mind if you did, I will mind if you lie. Please tell me."

"Hmmmmmmmmm. Yeahhh. He did. I mean.... Yeah, he did. I'm sorry Sar.... honey, I'm sorry, he said you of all people would understand..."

"Oh shit, are you serious? What did you think I would say?" I was more surprised, almost delighted, than mad. There was a little sense of betrayal, but it was fleeting. "What did you do?"

"We were drunk, you left. I went to his room. Oh honey, come on, don't be angry." She was wide awake now. 

I moved over to her and rolled her on her stomach, straddling her, sitting on her ass, which was round, shapely, and gorgeous. I pinned her arms down and sniffed deeply into her neck. I was awake now, my pussy felt full of mensie gunk, but I no longer had my cramps, in fact, I was horny, I wanted to hear this story. I now felt I needed to be part of it. I breathed around her neck, toward her lips.

"Shit, Di. That's Red. I know that smell. He's been fucking licking my girlfriend," I shouted incredulously.

She broke from my grip and turned around, catching my mouth with hers, holding a long kiss. "It was nothing. It was fun, you've got to forgive me," she murmured. She kissed me again, I relaxed in her mouth, our tongues finding each other in familiar knots.

"Why?" I moaned, getting heated.

She broke away, panting, "I just felt a connection with him instantly. Like you told me how you felt when you first met him. It's like I couldn't get away. Also, I haven't had a cock in over a year. Felt great. But love, don't worry, I'm yours. I'm always yours."

"You put his cock in your pussy? You just opened up for him?" I yelled. "You fucking slut!" I lashed out at her, kind of jokingly, but also with some anger. I threw her over on her stomach, her perfect buns in the air, and I slapped them hard.

"Ohhh! Oww! Bitch!" she yelped. I slapped them really hard for about 30 seconds. 

"Ohhhh, no, Sarah.... Stop, please," she pleaded.

It only increased my fury and I spanked more, sometime playfully, but mostly with force, reddening her cheeks until she started sobbing. The smacking sound turned me on. I wanted inside her. She was full of someone else's fluids, someone else's love, someone else's thick cum. Red's liquid love. I wanted that. 

I brusquely moved her onto her back and sliding her shirt up, I pulled my face onto those impossibly ripe and pink tits, the right one which I pulled into my mouth, suckling and stretching the now stiffening nipple. She moaned. I began biting, and was not gentle. She moaned louder. 

Why was I the one about to pleasure my slut of a girlfriend who just cheated on me with my former lover? Who knows why, but I did. Instead of feeling vengeful or contemptuous, I felt really horny and to tell the truth, downright nasty. Maybe I wanted to have a piece of Red myself, feeling I had missed out on the fun. Besides, I got out my anger on her fiery ass mounds, which began blazing bright red in the dim light. 

"I'm going to clean you up, Bitch," I mused.

"Oh, Doll, don't, you won't want to, don't... " she responded, but I started biting her nipple harder, stretching it hard away from the breast. It was long and elastic and her pain was palpable. I know she liked this teasing. She groaned a little and her mouth found the fingers of my hand as I let go of her tit and I started moving my kisses down her belly, circling her navel. She was sucking my fingers slowly as my tongue found her folds, still wet and very warm. 

The flavor was stronger than usual, expectedly fishy, her heat rising from within. I focused on her clit, taking it between my lips, my tongue dancing around its hardness. Her deep moaning began. I took it deep in my mouth and began biting it, at first playfully. 

"Noooo, too hard," she groaned. But her hips kept moving gyrations. I bit harder.

"How was Red, bitch?" I played, whispering, "Did you come? How did you come?" I bit harder, the clit was solid and sticking high.

"No, please, stop. I love you. Too hard!!"

I increased the pressure really hard and as she screamed, she spat my mouth off her pussy and ended up bucking her ass in my face. I pulled my hand down and jammed a finger into her wet twat, scribing circles while pumping in and out in a slow rhythm. 

She lost herself in the gratefulness of her clit being released and her moans were now all pleasure. Her button asshole ground against my lips now, her legs pulled back. She pushed and my tongue went in between the crack, licking her mushy starfish.

I now was getting hot myself, wearing a nightshirt and panties, getting damp. I didn't want to lose the moment by taking off anything so continued to dig deeper into her brown hole. It opened slightly as I added another finger to her moistened quim. 

"Oh, ummmm," she breathed, "that's nice, deeper, oh love...."

Her backend, usual tight, was unusually loose and my tongue went in easily, I instinctively pushed it deep... the rubbery texture was almost without form and it felt like a jellied hole sucked me in. 

My precious Diane was moaning in deep pleasure now, her vaginal walls being torqued right and left, in and out with my fingers, while my mouth sought to please her stinkhole. I pushed into her brownie hard, seeking her deepest place, knowing how much she loved that. It danced circles around the rim, went in, flew out, shot in again and ringed her folds. Her cunt started shuddering and she brought her hand down to meet my hammering fingers as her orgasm began. Her hips started bucking, each thrust slamming her ass against my lips. As she bucked, her heaving asshole began spurting a gooey liquid into my mouth in orgasmic rhythm!

I tasted the liquid, a thick squishy salty spit. I knew that taste, I recalled instantly. My tongue pistoned an inch into her exquisite behind with each heave, then slammed out, a spurt of jism, back in, and it repeated for about 10 seconds! Her ass was ejaculating into me, I was giving an anal blow job to a woman and I drank it all! Holy Shit! 

Her colon distended wide and shining red, glistening with anal moisture. After the mangling, her hole had no form and things just slid out onto my face, she lost any control to keep her bulk insider her, it wormed and poured out, some liquid, some hunky, bits of his white cum dotting the brown. With a final exertion, she bucked her ass against my face, gluing my tongue inside her shithole and pulled back slowly, pulling her fingers and mine out of her drenched pussy. A long strand of goo stretched nearly 12 inches from her bunger to my mouth. It broke and dripped onto the bed. I licked it up and I tasted spunk. MAN SPUNK! Fucking MAN SPUNK!

It dribbled out of my mouth, big long globs of it, strung together in a pale white shimmer, sliding down my chin. I carefully lapped it off my own face as it dawned on me what happened: Red had fucked her ass deep until he filled it! He poured his fucking man cum into her divine rectum while I was suffering with my fucking period cramps. Bastard! I still loved him, I realized in that moment of great confusion, passion, lust, love. She ejaculated his cum into me, fuckin' awesome. 

I re-entered her freshly fucked steamy rump, tongue-probed her rectum, savoring the fluid, Red's fluid mixed with my lover's insides. 

"Oh, Sarah, I love you, forgive me, I love you so much, that was too much, ohhhhhh..." she whispered, falling back to earth. She was still on her back, her breathing coming down a bit and now I couldn't get enough of it. Rather than let her rest, my engine was roaring; I went totally inside her and began sucking her anus, her hole. 

"ummmmmm, ohhhh, no more...," she cried, but what happened next surprised us both. She pulled back her cheeks to give me more access, and her sphincter muscles flexed tightly to suddenly expel all the remaining come into my mouth, which I caught and swallowed. Nothing tasted so good. Ohhhhh. Then in the midst of my ecstasy, with a tremendous burst of gas, her ass shot something hard, a little clump of chocolate into my mouth!

Without knowing, she shat a come-covered turf into me. I had enough patience to swirl the marble around my mouth, sucking the sperm juice off her shit nugget, tasting its essence, before biting into the truffle, exploding my senses with her rectal bitterness. Now my own slit was beginning to drip, my panties getting wet, my saliva was coating her shit. Her sweet tight bunger, now a stretched scream, the goo strings sticking to my lips like pizza cheese, Oh, Di, I love you, you slithered... this is the most you! 

I now was ravaging hot, and crawled up alongside her. I pushed my heated slit against her naked come-soaked genitals and we kissed. Our mouths met again and I pushed some remaining brown into her mouth, wiping her teeth. A big loogey of cum string hung between my mouth and hers, some residue from her ass melting alongside it.

"Oh Sarah, Sarah, I'm sorry, please...," she murmured within our locked embrace. 

She then quickly pulled off and moved to get up.



Sloppy Seconds Ch. 02



Here is the next episode of my Loving Wives entry for Squishypussy. I extend my grateful thank you to all who have sent in kind notes of appreciation of my writing and asking for the next episode. This is my first endeavor at writing anything for public consumption since school (long ago!), so I'm very pleased it's liked. I'll keep working on this story to the finale, and then see what comes next. I have ample real life experiences to write about, so it's sort of cheating I guess, no great imagination needed. Down the road apiece I'll take a shot at total erotic fiction. Thank you all again for your time and courtesy! Squishypuss_Miner.

Chapter Two: The Plan Bears Fruit

For the next month or so Erin and I got more and more interested in bringing fruition to my fantasy of her being taken by another man. Many of the sexcapades we enjoyed during this period would bring up the imagery of Erin impaled on another guy's cock, or her having sex someplace with a guy and coming home to me and straddling my face with her flooded pussy, the combined sex juices rolling out on my face and tongue as I devoured her bottom. Erin experienced intense orgasms as we painted these erotic pictures in story form.

The reality was that though I had my buddy Paul in mind as the other guy, the idea didn't root with Erin. Erin felt that we were too close and that engaging in sexual frolics with Paul could ruin the friendship, and maybe our marriage. It was risky and she wasn't comfortable. "Who then," I'd ask. We could not think of a soul we could trust or consider for the ultimate sharing of good times.

Paul was never aware that I was plotting his being sacrificed to the great volcano Erinpussy. He was at our home often, particularly during the weeks I was renovating the apartment, he lent his valuable knowledge and skills to the effort, as well as his sweat and blood. We were closer than brothers.

It was late spring now; warm days, new life budding all around the landscaping and park area, windows wide with the fresh, clean air swirling in on light breezes. Baseball season was well underway and many an evening Paul and I would be stationed in our customary box seat before my TV, beers in hand, munchies strewn in our laps. Erin was also a fan and would occasionally join us, especially if our team's archrivals were the opposition that night.

And so it was one night that we were just so set in our home. It had been a long day for me, I had worked a double shift and was even dozing during the close contest being played on television out on our team's home field. I wasn't concerned, I was off the next day, but I was beat. Sedating myself further with a nice cold beer didn't help my attention to the game.

Paul, Erin and I were sprawled on the furniture in the living room. I was on my throne, my big leather recliner, and Paul was leaning back into the big puffy back and side of the matching couch, his legs stretched out into the middle of the living room floor. 

Erin was laying on her side and partially propped-up on the opposite end of the couch next to Paul. She had joined us after putting away the supper dishes from the terrific London broil she'd made for the three of us earlier. Besides being a hottie wife, she was an excellent cook. Erin was dressed in her usual pastel colored short polo shirt, jersey short shorts and sandals, thus showing off her fine womanly attributes, especially her large, firm breasts that were barely contained by the light brassiere she had on beneath the polo, and which did nothing to conceal Erin's perpetually erect nipples. This was in a time before the advent of thongs, but Erin wore the skimpiest undies when she wore the shorts so that her nice round butt was accented nicely and unbroken by hemlines of panties. When she'd move her legs on the couch, if you happened to be glancing in the right direction, which of course I was quite often, and in which direction I caught Paul stealing more than a couple of peeks as well, you could see up Erin's shorts' pant leg and spy her satin-covered puss within them.

I was dozing, as I mentioned, and with the angle my recliner was at, I could observe Paul out of the corner of my left eye and see all of Erin but her head, which was obscured by the recliner back. As I lay in apparent slumber, I peeked and saw Paul looking over at Erin periodically as she yelled at the visually challenged ump's on the TV. Paul sipped his beer and at one time I'd swear I saw him adjust his crotch as he stole a quick glance toward me. I feigned snoozing. Paul secretly and quickly squeezed his hand down into his jeans and adjusted his manhood inside them, and then went back to watching the game, sipping his beer. I looked and took notice that Paul's jean crotch was taught, filled with his enlarged penis. I smiled to myself and thought, "Yup...Erin's having her usual effect!"

A short while later it was the top of the ninth and our guys were ahead now 8-3 and that was the end of the game, for all intents and purposes. I was now really groggy and occasionally caught myself starting to snore. I got up and apologized to Erin and Paul and told them I was shot and headed to the sack, I'd see them later in the morning when Paul was to come back and help me change out the sink in the kitchen. I gave Erin a quick kiss goodnight and gave Paul a glancing shot off the top of his head as I passed him and he raised one leg and half tripped me. I hit the bathroom and took care of business and oral hygiene. Stripping down to my tighty-whities, I flopped in the bed and never even felt the pillow, I was out.

Dammit!! I swatted at the pesky friggin' critter that kept landing on my cheek and walking around tickling it. It kept returning. I came half awake now, determined to terminate this little bastard! The room was in darkness with just a slight courtyard light glow coming in the single window and around the thick curtains. All was silent. I was under the covers and began to detect the heat coming from Erin's side of the bed, and it seemed of a higher temperature than usual, and almost felt humid. I could hear her regular breathing, she seemed to be facing me, but she was just a dark shape against the window glow. There it was again! Stupid bug! I swatted and was confused and then surprised when my hand landed on Erin's hand that was at my face. It was she who was tickling my face!

Erin giggled, "It took you long enough to wake up," she said, "I thought you were unconscious for the duration."

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"I pulled out one of the pillow feathers and was stroking your face with it for the past fifteen minutes or so," she explained.

"Why!?" I groaned. "I was pooped and I have that damned kitchen to do later."

Erin snuggled up closer, her head on the pillow next to mine now, her face near my left ear. I was not wrong; her body was giving off tremendous heat. As she got against my side I could feel her soft titties crush against my side and chest and the sparse fur patch on her mons crinkled against my left thigh. It almost felt damp? Erin put her arm across my chest and pulled herself close and licked my left ear and nuzzled the left side of my neck, kissing it.

"Oh, okay...you can go back to sleep then," she crooned. "I just had something I needed to tell you that I thought you might not want me to wait 'til morning for."

"What? What happened, that stupid sink leaking again?" I asked, dreading having to get up to check the situation and mess about with the damned rusted connections again.

"Uh uh," Erin said in her little girl voice, "it's not the sink that's leaking," she giggled. "It's something else. It's me, my pussy seems to have sprung a leak, and it's overflowing."

"Oh, I see...you require a plumber do you?" I said with a grin as I rolled to face my wife.

"Yes," she said, "one who can stop the leak because the first guy only made it worse," and Erin grasped my head with both hands and pulled me toward her so she could give me one hot, intense kiss, her tongue almost shoving my own down my throat.

Erin's approach got my engine revved-up immediately. I could feel my cock standing-to already and I was now fully awake. I kissed Erin back and wrapped my arms around her. We were both under the covers of the bed and the temperature skyrocketed now, heat emanating out around our shoulders carrying with it the unmistakable scent of Erin's passion, and...what? There was something else I couldn't quite identify, a muskier aroma. As I kissed Erin and we locked our tongues alternately in each other's mouth, I also detected an unusual flavor and scent on her face. I reached down with my right hand and squeezed Erin's left tit in it and felt the barb-hard nipple poke my palm. Her flesh was like molten steel it was so hot, and damp with perspiration.

Erin pulled her face away and looked at me in the brightening room. It must be almost daylight, I thought.

"Ummm, oooooo, yeah, I have a bad leak and the other plumber only made the situation worse when he worked on it," Erin said.

"Is that so?" I asked. "And now you need the master plumber to get the pipes cleared, eh?" I played along.

"Yes. Here, give me your hand and I can show you where it's leaking," Erin said, as she took my hand and slowly drew it down between us to her pussy and placed it between her legs. She was on fire, and absolutely awash in oils down there. The aroma blasted upward as I moved the covers to reach down. "You see, it's a really bad leak," Erin said, almost with bated breath, or lightly panting.

This was a different approach for Erin for sure. It has been ages since she awakened me in the middle of the night to fuck. But she sure was fired-up tonight, and I was now as well, and intended not to blow the opportunity.

Erin again grasped me by the head with both her hands and drew my face to hers for kisses and a tongue bath. "I have to tell you something, " she said, "there really was another plumber. Your fantasy has come to you tonight, sweetheart...I fucked Paul for two hours and he came in me," this last sentence said with almost a gasp as she must have felt a sexual throb hit her.

My heartbeat took off like a racehorse and my cock throbbed so hard I though the head was going to blow off it. The words played over and over in my head, "I fucked Paul for two hours and he came in me." Oh my God! She'd done it! She got herself fucked by another guy, Paul! And she was full of cum for me and now making love to me! I almost passed-out from the high, and the emotions, and feelings of gratitude and love, and lust, and whatever!!

"Oh babe!" I said, and wrapped Erin in a bear hug and kissed her deeply and tenderly, feeling her little body melt against me, her arms pull me tight to her.

"I was so scared that when it finally happened you'd be mad; change your mind," Erin said, almost crying in relief.

"Mad!? Good God NO!" I said. "You have no idea how excited I am at this moment, or how happy I am...how happy YOU have made me," I said.

"You have no clue how excited I am either, honey," Erin said, as she pushed down the bedcovers and then shoved them to the bottom of the bed with her feet. "I have never felt this hot, sexy and horny in my life! My pussy is all squishy, and throbbing, and all I want is for you to eat me and then stick your nice fat cock up inside me and add your little fishies to Paul's."

"Squishy pussy...hmmm, yeah! A cool name for a nice, juicy, well-fucked pussy!" I said.

Erin rolled onto her back and stretched mightily, and then spread apart her creamy thighs and bent her legs up slightly at the knees. "Breakfast in bed, dear. Come and get it," and she grabbed me behind my neck with her right hand and guided me down toward her love mound.

The bedroom was brightening now in the early sunrise light coming in through our east-facing window. Though dimly lit, I could see Erin's pussy clearly, her little fur trim at the top of her cleft all matted down with a gooey coating. The scent that came up strongly now was heady, and made my cock throb even more. A sweet, heavy aroma of perspiration, pussy oil, and man juice, all mixed together into a cocktail over one hundred proof. At this instant, a realization hit me like a brick...I'd never tasted man cum before, other than perhaps a bit of my own from my lover's lips after a good suck-off. Was I going to be able to really stick my tongue into this conglomeration of goo and imbibe it? My face was now inches away from Erin's gash and I could see it was awash in moisture, her flowing lube oils, and her earlier cum, and some of Paul's cum smeared about the entry of the cave, and drooling out the bottom of Erin's cock sleeve. The closer I got the stronger the scent, and my lust increased to full white-hot fire. My wife had fucked another man and absorbed his seed to pleasure me! Spectacularly incomparable to anything else Erin could ever do for me, but I could be wrong.

"Eat me!" Erin ordered. "Suck my clit, lick me and do like you said you would, push all that cum back up deep inside me!"

I moved and got fully between my amazing wife's blazing hot legs. I stretched -out flat on my belly between her legs, my legs dangling out off the bed's bottom end. I drew up into her pussy with my face and the heat nearly made my eyes burn. The mass of combined oils and juices seemed alive, oozing and drooling and running down my wife's ass cheeks and soaking the bed sheet. I could actually see her clit throbbing with excitement. The smell of the sex was intoxicating me, I felt like I wanted to tear into my woman's flesh like a cougar and literally consume her alive.

My tongue extended through my lips, I took my first tentative sampling of the offered feast. I licked Erin's clit and sucked it in between my lips and she yelled in pleasure and jolted up off the mattress, mashing her pussy into my mouth and pulling my head in hard with her hands from behind it. She thrust and humped my mouth and tongue, moaning. I began to snake my tongue down into her cavern and shoved it into the escaping cream and began to wiggle the tip of the tongue, and to tongue-fuck my wife, placing my hands on her gyrating hips to prevent my teeth from being knocked loose and to gain purchase to hold onto my bucking bride. I began to eat her gaping hole and entire pussy area like it was a perfectly done filet mignon steak.

Erin went ballistic, screaming, moaning, almost crying, and pulling my head with the strength of a bear, and fucking my face like a wanton slut. 

"Ohhhhhhhh......fffuuuuucccckkkk!!!" she yelled, her breath being drawn into her savaged lungs with rasping, moaning gasps. "Eat me! Eaaaatttt meeee!!" she yelled. "Suck that cum out of me...taste it! Do you like it? Do you like eating another man's cum out of your wife's cunt? Do you?" spoken in a halting pant as she humped me vigorously.

My face was now completely coated in cum; Erin's and Paul's. The flavor was exhilarating; a combination of sweet and sour, a little salty, pungent, but not offensive. I liked it. I liked it very much!

I continued to suck, slurp, lick and probe Erin's pussy with my tongue, occasionally sucking her labia or her clit into my mouth. Within only a couple of minutes, Erin shrieked in some indecipherable language and her pussy literally exploded in my face. I was rewarded with a gusher of cums and oils that burst forth with the force of a garden hose, and which sprayed in a wide pattern to cover me chest to forehead and even into my hair. The stains would never be purged from the sheets. Erin convulsed violently three times until she was expended. I swallowed a copious amount of all that love nectar too, and my cock stiffened to a steel rod harder than any time I could ever remember.

Erin lay in a stupor, virtually limp, perhaps even almost unconscious, from the violence of her orgasm. She was panting hard and I could see her heart pounding beneath her breast, making pools of perspiration collected there dance with the beat.

I crept up my wife's worn-out body, licking, nibbling, kissing, and sucking as I went. I reached her breasts and gave each a thorough going over with my tongue, sucking each nipple in turn into my mouth. My lips were pretty much numbed from having been pounded so hard by Erin's pussy.

At last I was completely on my wife and I felt my hot poker contact her saturated sex. I knew that by now she must be more tender than ever before in her life, so I proceeded very slowly and gently and just used my body movement to locate her vaginal opening with my dick head. Once I felt my cock nudge between Erin's swollen pussy lips, I began pushing and my cock made a long, slow, intensely hot, plunge into the depths of my wife's womb. There was almost zero resistance, her canal was slick with her oil, cum and Paul's semen, or what was left in there. I can't even describe how physically hot Erin's tube was...almost painfully so. But it was at the same time soft and squishy as my member continued inward to its mark. I bottomed-out against her cervix, and amazing thing happened! It opened and the tip of my cock entered deeper into Erin than I though possible! Knowing I was gliding in Paul's cum was unbelievably hot to think about, causing my cock to pulse wildly, oozing my precum liberally.

Erin had opened her eyes and was looking up at me. Her eyes were damp but sparkled like diamonds. Her lips were just curled enough to make a smile. She wrapped her arms around behind me and hugged as she kissed me on the mouth, deeply.

She broke the kiss and asked me, "How's it feel being inside me with all that cum Paul put in there? Hot and squishy enough for you?" and she grinned widely and kissed me again.

Erin began to rock her pelvis and I started to raise and lower mine, slowly and easily stroking my hard cock into Erin. I was being deep fried in her boiling oil bath! As hammered as her poor pussy was, I could still feel it latching onto my sliding member as I sawed carefully in and out of her. I was in absolute heaven. Nothing...NOTHING...could ever compare to this feeling of being in a well fucked pussy full of another guy's cum, and it was MY WIFE's pussy I was in!! The thought again nearly made me blow that second. Every emotion you could imagine went through me in flashes; pride, love, joy, exhilaration, lust, amazement, pleasure, happiness. It was mind-blowing. But it wasn't over yet.

"You wanna know what happened to Paul?" Erin asked, radiating a really super shit-eating grin on her face, eyes flashing.

"Did he survive?" I joked.

"Oh...yeah, but just barely," Erin giggled.

"Well I'm glad of that! He has to help me with the sink in a little while!" I laughed.

"Mmmmm....that feels nice," Erin said. "Just keep fucking me like that while I tell you how it all happened." Erin closed her eyes and sighed deeply and I felt her pussy walls flutter around my slow motion fuck tool.

"You went to bed and almost right away we could hear you snoring," Erin began. "Paul started to laugh and said something about you drawing a female bear here for mating. I got up and looked in and you were totally out. I closed the bedroom door to lower the noise from your snoring, and then I sat back down next to Paul on the couch. The game was almost over. I saw Paul look over at me a bunch of times, or should I say at my tits and crotch. That made me feel very sexy, and horny, and my pussy began to pulse," Erin gasped and I felt her puss grab me tight for a moment.

Erin continued, "I stretched back out on the couch with my head on the arm, my ass and pussy facing Paul. I know my shorts are a bit baggy around the leg bottoms, so I put my feet flat on the cushions and bent my knees a bit upward and apart. I felt the cool air caress my now exposed crotch area and my wet pussy juice suddenly felt icy and that made it throb and make more oil come out. I wanted to touch my clit and rub it, but instead I put my legs together tight for a second and squeezed and got the throb I wanted. I could actually smell my scent starting to come out. Paul just glanced over, but I saw him look up my pant legs and know he got a good view of my wet panties, and I think maybe he could sniff me in the air."




Sloppy Seconds Ch. 02



"Where are you going, love, I've just begun with you," I whispered as I pushed her back down on the bed.

"Sarah, I've got to pee, I've been drinking all night, I have to go."

I was not going to let her go so easily, I was now really warmed up. I was going to have a monster come, I promised myself. I lay myself down on my back, wriggled out of my panties and pulled her onto me so she was sitting on my face. I started pinching my hardening clit and gently guided her head down to take over. My fingers felt her lips as they knowingly sought out the gash she loved to suck. She began sucking on my fingers, taking my clit from them, slowly bringing it into her mouth. One of her fingers entered my open cunt. 

Her own pussy was shaking lightly on my face as she was now concentrating on eating me to pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh, bitch!" she shouted, her fingers stopped by a fully saturated cotton plug, my fucking tampon, "you hag, there's a twat mop in you." 

I had completely forgotten about it but now laughed and teased her, "pull it out, slut, take it out the way you love!"

And she clenched it with her teeth, the little string going taught, and pulled. I helped by raising my legs high and grinding my pelvis into her mouth, pushing the tampon out. The push caused me to pass a little gas, farting. She responded by inserting her middle finger into my tight crinkly brown lips, pushing gently, knowing I was not yet lubricated.

I moaned, "Di, too tight, no..." but she continued pushing, getting up to the first knuckle. 

Then, without warning, her cunt began leaking, a hot seeping liquid. In her love throes she let go of her bladder and my Di's piss started tinkling into my mouth, glued to her cunt opening. The tinkle quickly became a gusher without stop.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she exhaled in relief as the flow grew to full force. Her finger slammed all the way up my ass now and her tongue was now frolicking my inner cunt folds. The sensations of the eating and her pissing down my throat was all encompassing. It went in hot and with force, and I tried to drink it all, salty, a little bitter, grassy. My mouth filled up quickly, I couldn't drink it fast enough and I started gagging, coughing it up and it splashed everywhere, drenching the sheets. In all the heat of the moment there was a warm feeling in the bottom of my stomach, her pee filling me up.

She was drilling my ass with one finger and my gyrations were moving us together in incredible erotic pleasure. So many things are reeling through my head during that instant, about Red, about him fucking her, about how I wanted his fuck tonight.

While this is happening, my drinking her hot liquid, I suddenly realized the taste of asparagus, the telltale minerally-earthy, unmistakable sulfur scent of asparagus that is so strong when you pee it out! While going through this amazing loving, my mind played back dinner, the wine, the steak, the asparagus, there it was, we did have it and here it was again! I was so enjoying the entire recycled process of it all, when it hit me: Di hates asparagus, she never eats it!

I was nearing orgasm, her ass diddling was beginning to loosen my hole and her expert tongue-lashing was hitting all the places she knew, but the mind is too curious! I threw her off me, my face a sopping mess, the piss smell everywhere, saturating the sheets, pooled up with her stinky piss, squishing under our wrangling. 

I playfully but firmly grabbed her hair and yanked her off me, pulling her up, I wrestled onto her back again, trying to overpower her, bringing my face up to hers. I dribbled a massive glob of her pee out of my mouth, spitting it into her face.

"How does your piss smell so strong? Tell me whore," I was yelling, "You hate asparagus, you never eat it, WHY?"

She started laughing, her eyes shining guiltily, "you won't believe it if I told you!"

I locked my mouth onto hers, shoving my tongue in, managed to muffle, "What did you do? What did he do?" 

She pushed me off, breathing hard now from the tumble.

"OK, Sarah, don't get mad, all those stories you told me of Red, nothing should surprise you, right? OK.... He fucked my ass, you know that. He opened me up totally and pumped his fucking spurt into me. He then pulled out and asked me, nearly begged me to do something he said you did with him. He put his cock in my mouth, it was dying, limp, but he wanted me to taste my own chocolate from his dick. Ohhh, it was so nice, all warm, I haven't sucked cock in a really long time, I used to love doing that, you know how much I love oral anything..."

"Go on," I said, fascinated and totally forgiving, I guess because I loved and trusted Red so much and now it was apparent that Diane really liked him and appreciated how much he adored me. I was facing her, my fingers tracing her strikingly hard nipples.

"He began wiping my shit on my teeth, telling me to run my tongue on the mud. It was all tasting like his come, just like what you had from me. Then without telling me, he started peeing. It just started coming, really strong, kind of from nowhere. I didn't want to take out his cock, he really wanted me to have this experience. I just drank it, I took in his beautiful cock and swallowed all his piss. After he finished, he pulled out and kissed me so tenderly, I felt one with him, one with you, knowing your guys' story, I can't explain."

So I was given recycled pee from Red through Diane, my two great loves. His asparagus smell made it through two bodies. I was now all too tender with my love, I kissed her deeply. And in that deep pleasure, I ran my tongue deliberately over her teeth searching for the mud Red had smeared on her teeth with his coated dick, the Di shit I yearned for. I found bumps of it here and there, softened by our extreme tonguing, but it was hers... from him. This was the ultimate of "sloppy seconds." Thank you Red!. I loved them both at that moment so much, and I moved it down my throat while kissing her, tasting her in. 

My fingers were now aggressively pinching her nipples as we kissed. "ohhhh Sarah... it's too hard, it hurts," she murmured softly. I applied more pressure then released them and slapped her boobs. They shook for a moment. I did it again. I did it a third time, very hard and grabbed both her nipples, one in each hand, and squeezed tightly. She screamed in shock, perhaps in pain. I pinched as hard as I could and her eyes held mine as the tears began in her beautiful eyes. 

"Your piss had Red's dinner in it, you slut," I stared at her. I continued, "Your own shit was smeared on your teeth by Red's dick, whore!" she looked terrified, as if she didn't know what was coming next. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" I shrieked.

She threw herself off me, releasing my painful grip on her titties. 

"I do love you, Sarah, you cranky hag," she said, and lifted the discarded tampon from the end of the bed where it had landed. She sucked on it, squeezing the blood from its cotton baffle. Her mouth became a mottled red for a moment before she swallowed the muck. She came to me and we kissed again, her offering my metallic flavor back to me. 

She then moved over me and mounted me in the lesbian scissors "V" formation, slit-to-slit, rubbing me gently, attempting to placate my apparent anger and jealousy. I was now on my back, her cunt rubbing mine, turning it red as the lips swelled double their normal size. I eased up on my emotions and gave into the raw sex she was providing. There was no one quite like her, man or woman. 

Before I knew it, I was on my knees with Di under me, eating my drenched pussy, a finger working its way into my rear. I tried to lick her glistening cunt, wet with cum and piss, but she wouldn't let me. Instead she started pumping another finger into my asshole, licking the orifice so they would slide in easily. She thrust them in and out until my hole eased up and opened to welcome her. 

In a quick flip, I was now on my back, she sitting square on my face in a classic 69 position, her the dominant on top, two fingers in my brownie with a third making its way in. Her beautiful sloshing cunt was grinding on my lips with her entire weight, the loving heft of her lithe form, undulating on my head. Then a fourth finger began penetrated. I moaned, "no, Di, too much, I can't stretch," but she pushed harder and four fingers were stressing my sphincter to accommodate her, "ohhhhhh," I moaned with a combination of pain, fear, and lust. 

She pulled all out and slammed her tongue in the malformed hole and slathered with her saliva. Without any warning, she pushed those shit fingers in my bloody vag and scooped out a handful of bloody muck, and shoved it all around my screaming spider. The four fingers went back in and I squatted my ass hard onto her hand. 

Then, with the squirming and pumping, she tucked her thumb in and put the hand all the way past the first ring, gently but firmly stretching me to the point of screaming. I yelped, "Di, nooooo, slow, go slow, owwwwwwwww"

It hurt so much I didn't think I could take it all the way, but then the heat of the moment got to me and she was in! I relaxed and her hand all of a sudden felt smaller. 

"You ok, lover?" she whispered. 

"I think so," I replied. 

And with her asshole directly over my mouth, puckering to kiss my lips, she began pumping my rectum with her fist. In a little, then almost out, stretching the elastic tube, deeper thrusts followed, still slow. My pain and fear slowly gave way to a deep and nasty pleasure as my innards swelled to receive her, I was relaxing and in doing so, her thrusts increased in speed. She heaved in and out with more vigor, I was pushing my entire ass out onto her arm as she pulled, I sucked her into me deeply with each push, and then my little sighs of pleasure began again. 

My breathing was coming sporadically as each nerve in my lower region was alive with sexual electricity. I felt the air enter me, my shrieking hole was now so huge, it was no doubt ruined, I wasn't going to have a hard dump any time soon, but there was no way I could stop, the heaving ecstatic sensations were like nothing I'd experience before. 

I responded with my gasps and began chewing her cunt flesh, trying to pain and pleasure her, drinking in her filthy woman scent and filling my senses with her flavors. I wanted her to come with me as she hammered my backside, I kissed and reached for her with my mouth. She tried to lick my twat in her twisted position, but her hand locked inside me prevented compromised all else. Her free hand started to diddle my wet gash until my lower body felt like it was shimmering froth, getting bigger and bigger as my climax rose. 

I tore my mouth away from her heaving bush and suctioned her stink hole. With each of her thrusts, she slammed her ass onto my face, forcing my hungry tongue into her. She bucked out sharply and a large sweet fart shot into my mouth and nose, deep and foul smelling. I couldn't get enough of her filth; I tongued her to the hilt, searching for gold as my own ass was flaming with her passionate fist play. She bucked again and stayed pushed against my mouth and emptied a solid two-inch nugget into me. In my lost world, I slid it under my tongue, squishing it flat and extracting the scent and turf juice. 

Before I know it, her pucker opens again and another mini sausage comes out, this one dangling between her cheeks and my mouth, still full with her kernel. I bite it in half and mashed the mess between my teeth. It was she, all full of odor and life, her eating, and her body. Raw, earthy, sculpture and grass, and of course asparagus throughout. That sent me over the edge. I just kept swirling it around, too aroused to swallow it. Then little chunks of deliciously gruesome matter were falling out of her into my gaping mouth, she pushed a stubborn clump and a backlash of runny gooey Red jism oozed behind it, saucing the meat. There was still some Red cum in here!

My ass is now so close to coming, the hole is comfortably containing her entire fist, I don't even feel the pressure or the pain, just the deep repeated fierce thrusts as my wave starts rolling. I begin coming the fucking nasty orgasm of the century, my asshole heaving and shaking, spitting her arm out with a great slurpy sound. There was nothing like that explosion, the anal pummeling going through my insides, pounding against my inner sensitized womb, her deft fingers pinching my clit on all sides. My entire body and soul were shaking in unimaginable pleasure and all senses were afire, smoking, stinking, tingling, screaming. I yearned for her mouth to kiss her, to drink her mouth.

But her mouth was now on my distended slop hole, she was cleaning it out, even as it breathed the end of its orgasm, trying to pull it open with her fingers to get her tongue inside me to scoop anything around. 

I threw her ass off my mouth and pushed her onto her back, sitting back on her cunt, and went back to her ecstatic tits. I bit down on her right nipple, mushing her ass kebobs from my mouth all around her lovely mound. I repeated the gesture to her left tit, smearing the remaining chocolate all over her chest. I then jammed three fingers suddenly deep into her pussy, the all night sweatshop and forcefully hand fucked her until her hips were wriggling uncontrollably. 

I bit and licked her tits, smearing the shit, dying her skin a dark shiny brown. Then I bit into something crunchy, another, and another. And it was spicy. Her mud covered tits were spicy and crunchy! Holy mother, I thought in the moment, these are the remains of the hot pepper corn nuts we ate at the bar yesterday, when we were drinking martinis talking about meeting Red tonight, planning our evening, this was from yesterday! This was her digested goop and I was re-digesting it again. Holy Shit I thought. My darling, she couldn't believe this. This has never happened to anyone before I realized!!!

I lathered her girl slit to the point she likes it, rough and pounding, then as she began building to her come, I pulled out and slammed the three into her violated ass, itself vibrating with expectations. I pushed into her, keeping a finger on her clit to sustain the build-up. From this point she came quickly, shouting out, "you fuck my ass, Sar, get it in push, get it in," as if she were an ass slave. I slid in four fingers and mangled them, rotating her brownie into the shapeless blob it was after Red fucked it. She hardly needed any more prodding and her waves of come rode over her as I pushed in and stayed as she finished, her anal flesh throbbing and red in the dim light. 

My fingers just slid out without any sound or movement, I'm not sure she even felt their release, her ring was so stretched. As my last fingers separated from her downspout, another dark log just snaked out, glistening in the afterglow, a little softer than the others but of equally stench. The final elastic tautness of her hole gave way, the pucker now gone completely; those lips blossomed open and spat out short spasms her hot liquid gunk. I gulped it all in, sliding down my outstretched tongue. She gasped for a moment before a languid silence. 

I licked up a huge mouthful and moved up to slather her mouth, our shit kiss so deep our souls were lost within it. We tongued each other hungrily and passed the crunchy mud back and forth until we created a saliva fudge sauce that neither could bear to swallow. She delivered to me a mouthful of fragrant meatballs, and a hurricane gushed out of her, spewing a hot intestinal rain over my legs, the putrid wind fresh and thick from her gut taking my breath away; we fell into each other, mouths sucking mouths in the sloppy wetness of our emotions. We kept it alive until our faces were drenched in sticky brown sludge. The smell filled the room, our lovemaking mixed with the sweet stench of succulent lez poo caked in chocolate frosting. 

Her delicious pack, her ass clay, still redolent of Red's jism was mine, was now back in her, recycled to her mouth as we both swallowed our treasure. She brought her coated fist and arm between our mouths and we kissed it clean until the taste of flesh became pure. 



Sloppy Seconds Ch. 02



I was still slowly fucking Erin and picturing the tableau in our living room, on our couch, with my wife's prize staring my poor pal Paul in the face, and knowing him, he was horny and didn't know what to do next. Impossibly, as my wife related her story to me, her pussy got even hotter and wetter around me.

"The game ended. Paul got up and put the bottles in the can and said he had better leave because you guys had a lot of work to do in the morning. I asked him if he wanted a coffee or anything before he left, but he said no. I told him he hadn't really talked much to me tonight, was everything okay? He came and sat back down next to where I was laying and told me everything was just fine, but you were already asleep and he should be getting there too. I told Paul he looked wide-awake though, and he admitted he was, he'd slept late today and wasn't very sleepy yet. I told him he should exercise or something and that would help him sleep. He stared at me like I was a nut!" Erin laughed at the recollection.

"I'll be he had no idea what you had in mind for exercise!" I said.

Erin laughed heartily, "Hell no! I felt like a wolf and poor Paul was a lamb. My pussy was on fire, I needed to be fucked, and I saw Paul's jeans tight across his hard-on from looking at me. All our talks played over in my head, about fucking another guy--Paul--and at that moment I knew it was going to happen right there. It must have shown on my face because Paul asked me if everything was okay. Yup, I said...it's fine and going to get better. Can you help me up, I have a Charlie-horse in my calf. Paul reached for my outstretched arm and grabbed my hand and I yanked him forward and down between my legs, his chin landing right between my tits, " Erin giggled again.

"Paul got all flustered and tried to sit up but I held him there, and he really didn't try real hard to get up either. I think he knew, or suspected, what was up. Did you tell him?" Erin asked.

"Me? NO!" I said. "I couldn't ever figure how to bring it up; it felt weird."

"Well, I looked into Paul's eyes and asked him if he was alright, he looked flushed. I knew he could smell my sex now, and HAD to feel how hot my pussy was under his belly, even with our clothes still on. I put my hand on his head and began rubbing his hair and asked him how long it had been since he did anything with that rod I saw in his pants, besides stroke it. Paul was embarrassed as hell and couldn't look me in the eye. I told him it was all right; he wasn't going to have to stroke it tonight. His head popped up, he stared into my face, and I pulled him up and we kissed. He sort of tried to pull away at first, but I held him and pretty damned quick he was sucking my tongue out of my head, and I was returning the favor," Erin said, as she thrust up into my down stroke as she recalled the start of her earlier sex play. Her body temperature increased again.

"As we kissed, Paul moved to reach my face better and he lay between my legs, his prick mashed against my pussy through our clothes. I began to dry-hump him and then he started to do me too. My cunt was pouring juice and burning hot and throbbing. Paul reached up with his left hand and squeezed my right tit through my shirt and bra and ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple. That did it, I had a mini-orgasm, and I pushed Paul up and told him hold on a sec as I pulled my shirt over my head and took off my bra. My tits felt good in the cool air and Paul looked at them and his eyes nearly bugged out. I asked him if he liked them and he told me 'And how!' and then he massaged them both at the same time with his hands, tweaking both nipples simultaneously just as I like, and then he bent down and took my left nipple in his mouth and began to suck it and lick it and I had my first full orgasm, absolutely soaking my shorts and panties and even wetting Paul's jeans."

"I told Paul to get up a minute, I had to get comfortable. He stood, very unsteadily, and I just scooted my panties and shorts off in one move and tossed them toward the laundry. They're probably stuck to the wall," Erin guffawed.

"Paul looked like a starved animal looking at its first food in ages. His eyes were huge and I'd swear he was drooling at the mouth. I let him admire me a few minutes, as I stroked my own breasts with my hands and massaged my clit a couple of times. I felt how hot I was down there. I asked him if he were just going to stand there. Paul got down on his knees and crept over to the couch alongside me and we began to kiss again, trying to eat each other's face. At the same time, Paul was alternately rubbing my breasts, squeezing them, and putting his hand between my legs and massaging my pussy lips and clit with his fingers." Erin went rigid momentarily and sighed raggedly, humping against my invading cock with three rapid thrusts. Another mini cum.

"I came on Paul's hand then and almost bit off his tongue. I asked him to stop a minute; I wanted to get him undressed. So he stopped and knelt up straight and I helped him off with his shirt. Then I told him stand up and I undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly pulled down his zipper." 

Erin was breathing very heavily now, talking slowly, in a storyteller's tone. She put her hands on my ass and held me down on an in-stroke and signaled me to stop moving by holding me tightly against her as she went on.

"Paul was looking down at me with a soft look on his face and he asked me, 'You sure you want to do what you're doing?' and I told him I'd been wanting to do this for a long time, and...I had told you and you approved. Paul nearly fell over! 'What? You're playing with me now! Ian would NEVER let someone else have you!' "

"I told Paul he was wrong, that we'd discussed it a long time and decided to do it, and with him, because we knew each other so well, were comfortable, and knew it was safe. He was stunned. I finished pulling down his zipper and then grabbed his jean top and started to slide his pants and underwear down his legs. I could smell his manly aroma and it made me want him even more! I tugged and the head of his cock popped out over the waistband of his briefs. It was purple, and wide, and was leaking precum, which oozed out of the hole as I looked at it. I leaned forward and licked the drops off his cock head and he gasped and grabbed my shoulders. I pulled his pants down the rest of the way to the floor, but he still had his sneakers on and so he had to sit to get them and his socks off. His cock was sticking straight up and it was stone hard and big. Yours is perfect, but Paul's is a little longer and fatter than yours, and he doesn't clip his pubic hair. It was gorgeous and made my mouth water. When he had untangled himself from his shoes and pants and kicked them away, I pushed Paul back to sit up on the couch and then I got off and knelt between his legs and began to inspect his meat. It was hot! He has big balls that hang down and he's pretty furry. I grabbed his shaft and it filled my hand. I stroked it a little, up and down, and more precum gushed from his peehole and ran down and lubricated his skin, which made it easier for me to jack him. I felt his pulse in his dick. We looked into one another's eyes for a few minutes while I wanked him and Paul put his hands in my hair and massaged my scalp. I leaned forward again and Paul closed his eyes and leaned back as I took his cock in my mouth and sucked just the head and ran my tongue all over it, up and down like it was an ice pop. Paul was moaning and holding my head and humping into my mouth. All of a sudden I just went down on him and took his huge fuckpole into my throat, deep throating him. God his dick was hard and hot! Paul gasped again and went, 'Ahhhh....ahhh...ahhhhhhh....,' as I started going up and down on him, letting his tip jam the back of my throat on each stroke. It only lasted a few minutes. Paul started to fuck my face with quick strokes and said in a loud whisper, 'I'm gonna cum, Erin...I'm gonna....aaahhhhhh!' He came so hard it just shot right down into my belly. Gallons seemed to jet out of him, and it was so hot! His cum tastes a little different than yours does, a little stronger or salty or something. Anyway, after he stopped shooting his insides down my throat he got real sensitive and asked me to stop and rest a minute."

Erin was now looking me full in the face, watching my every reaction to her story. She could feel it too because when she got to the part about Paul blowing his load down her throat, I almost shot mine without even moving! I could feel Erin's insides spasming with excitement as she narrated her naughtiness with Paul. I locked lips with my beautiful, wonderful wife and we kissed deeply for a few moments before Erin continued on.

"I got up on the couch again with Paul and sat next to him and we embraced and we kissed a long time, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, touching each other all over, him playing with my tits and nipples, tweaking and pulling them. I was making a puddle under me on the couch cushion; I could feel it getting slippery. While I was kissing Paul, I was playing with his balls and cock, squeezing it, stroking it, rolling his nuts around in their sack. He recovered pretty fast and began to get hard again, so I began jacking him again. We kept kissing, he kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger and harder....," Erin was having a vivid image now and her breath came in sobs and she ground her sex against me, moving my hips in a circle pattern and making my pubis grind her clit between us.

"Leftover cum and oils began to come out of Paul's cock and I jacked him and then leaned over and down and put him in my mouth again, just to get him as hard as he could be and to wet his shaft. Then I got up and spun around across his lap, straddling and facing him, and I held his monster in my right hand and slowly settled down, guiding his cock into my hungry pussy. As he entered I could tell it was going to hurt a minute, he was tremendous, but I just kept going down, and down, and down. His cock stretched my insides almost to the tearing point, but it filled me completely and it felt so FUCKING good," Erin shouted, again grinding us together and giving herself a thrill.

"It seemed like a long time, but he was finally all the way up inside me and I could feel his balls under my ass. We kissed some more and Paul played with my breasts, and then I began to fuck him. First, I went up and down only a little bit and slow, but as it got more slick down there, his cock went in and out of me easier and I got faster. Paul grabbed my hips and helped me with going up and down, like he was jerking off with me. His face was all red and he was pouring sweat, and he was making little animal noises and groans and growls. He was nailing my cervix and 'G' spot and I just lost it and went nuts, fucking him hard and fast and making so much noise I figured for sure you were going to hear us and come watch or join us, but you didn't. Paul started to groan real loud and was hammering up into me as I came down on his giant cock." 

Erin was now burning up and perspiring heavily, her breath ragged and coming in gasps and gulps. She urged me to begin my fucking again, and I did so with gusto.

" 'I'm cumming again!' Paul said, and I could feel his cock get even bigger inside me, way deep in my belly. I fucked him harder and harder, faster and faster, and everything was so wet with my juices and the scent of sex was overpowering..."

Erin was now grasping my ass cheeks and, small as she is, she was literally fucking herself with me...using me like a huge dildo. Her pussy depths were afire, red-hot oil cooking my cock as it swelled ever larger in her. I wasn't going to last more than a few minutes at this rate. Between the exquisite sensations created by the mating with my wife, and watching her so utterly in ecstasy as she told her story and fucked herself with me, I just couldn't hold on. As she came to the climax of this chapter of her experiences, she went wild and got louder and louder and had difficulty speaking and breathing, gasping deeply and hoarsely.

"I felt his cock swell up and thought I was going to come apart from its size, and then (huge ragged gasp) and then (a louder gasp) I felt his cock explode red hot cum into my guts. I set my insides on fire! I could feel it shoot again and again and again and it was coming out all over his balls and the couch and making sucking noises and then (Erin turned near-purple) and then I CAME ALL OVER HIS COCK!!!!" Erin slammed me in and out of her and bit me on the shoulder and neck and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

I felt Erin's pussy expand so much my cock actually felt like it had fallen out of her. Erin's pussy banged against the mount for my dick so hard I thought she would tear it off! Suddenly, her pussy clamped-down on my cock like a car door slammed on it and then I was nearly blown across the room when her pussy began exploding around my cock; once, twice, three times...I went off, shooting my cum into the outgoing tide of my wife's creamy magma. I came so hard I thought once more that I certainly must have shot my nuts out through the end of my dick! It was almost painful. Truly an orgasm..."small death." Erin continued to move me to and fro slower and slower until her cum had passed. My cock and lower abdomen were numb...or had they been blown off? I collapsed on my pretty little princess, off to one side of her as she struggled to recover her breathing. We were both masses of moisture from perspiration and cum. The bed was literally flooded with cum and our combined love oils. I slid around on my wife's sweat-soaked abdomen like a puck on ice. I put my arm across Erin's breasts and kissed her softly, noting the smile on her face, the beads of sweat around her mouth and pooled under her eyes. We were beyond exhausted.

"Did you enjoy that?" Erin asked with a hoarse voice.

"Oh god did I!" I replied. "There's nothing I can say. How do I thank you for providing me with a fantasy I've had almost forever. And you enjoyed it too, which makes it so, so much more intense for me!"

Erin smiled, obviously fatigued, and said, "I'm happy you're happy. I'm happy Paul's happy. And I'm happy. And there's more to tell you...you better rest well, dear."

The room was now bright with daylight, but we both passed-out from our adventure.

Standby for Chapter Three: The Harvest 



Sloppy Seconds Ch. 03



Chapter Three: The Harvest

You've read the first two episodes of this grand adventure of mine, the attempt to attain a long-lived fantasy of mine, to see my pretty little wife Erin being fucked by another man while I watched. We advanced from fantasizing about it together, to her having had sex with our closest male friend and then delivering me a hot creampie--and one of the most intense fucks of my life. Now we were about to achieve the ultimate, the full realization of my desire to watch Erin being impaled on another guy's dick.

The vivid memories of Erin's night of passion on our living room couch with our best friend Paul were still crystalline in our minds when two weeks later that summer, we came to the final objective of the game...a group encounter between me, Erin and Paul. Once again, it began innocently enough, and then it took on a life of its own.

I was still involved in doing some renovations to our apartment kitchen. It was summer and warm and humid and it was sticky inside the apartment because I had to have the windows open to allow the dust from my spackling and sawing to escape, some sucked out by a box fan I'd put in one window. I had "volunteered" Paul once again and he was faithfully by my side once more, soaked in perspiration and coated with a crust of damp wallboard compound dust and sawdust. We were consuming beer after beer, but to no effect, we sweat out the beverage as quickly as we consumed it and the alcohol never had a chance to do its work. After two long days and nights, we at last cleaned-up the last of the dust and debris and packed away the tools. A perfect job! Gorgeous new cabinets and sink, stove, and better-than-new walls all prepped for the wallpapering, a job Erin insisted on doing herself.

Mercifully, the humidity had that day begun to diminish. As we finished the cleanup it was almost comfortable in the apartment, even with only that one big fan humming away the interior air. It was late afternoon and Erin was gleefully getting stuff out to make us for supper, on her new kitchen stove and counters. We'd been eating delivery stuff and takeout for a week and a home-cooked meal was going to be a treat and great way to celebrate the job's completion. Mmmmm!! Steaks! Paul and I zipped off the skins on a dozen spuds and then Erin chased us out of her kitchen and told us to get decontaminated in the shower before supper, it would be ready about the time we got done bathing.

Paul and I took turns shaving and showering. He hadn't brought a change of clothing with him, so I gave him a pair of my skivvies and shorts; we were both pretty close in size, except I was taller. We remained with just shorts and briefs and didn't bother with shirt or shoes. The apartment was nice and comfy now and we collapsed into the recliner and couch to await supper, watching some drivel or other on the TV.

Good to her word, Erin served supper within moments of Paul and I flopping into the furniture. We fairly flew to the table when called and tore into the vittles like starving wolves. If it wasn't totally uncouth, we'd have licked the plates clean! It took only minutes to utterly devour everything on the table, barely tasting it I suppose. Erin observed us like a mama bear watching her cubs eat, a slight smile on her face and twinkle in her eye. Now stuffed, Paul and I excused ourselves from the table and waddled back to the living room to once again flump down into the recliner and couch, me of course in the Reclining Throne. Like lords, we didn't even help Erin with clearing the table, but she didn't complain, as she knew we were pretty used-up. Erin did it alone, tossing the settings into the dishwasher and wiping down everything in record time.

Paul and I sat silently in our seats, mindlessly staring at the flickering TV screen with scenes of some battle fought fifty years earlier in France on it, for the umpteenth time. Erin appeared and announced that she was going to hit the shower herself now, she had turned-on the coffee percolator and it would be done shortly, and she was off to the bathroom.

Soon the scent of the female bath ritual began wafting into the living room on the breeze from the open windows. The floral overtones of soap and shampoo mixed with perfumed body washes, and woman. It was stimulating, even to tired old hounds like Paul and me. We both sat lolling on the backs of our chairs, enjoying the assault on our olfactory sensors.

In time the glow in the hallway from the bathroom light went black and my pretty, and sweet-smelling wife padded into the living room in her pastel blue, near-transparent, baby doll nightie. Her firm breast with their pert nipples erects and tenting the nightie top was immediately the center of attention for Paul and me. Erin pretty much strutted into the room and then flopped down on the couch beside Paul and she drew her legs up beneath herself. The motion caused her titties to jiggle and jog and the nipples to become even more pronounced as they poked at the flimsy negligee top.

Erin looked at the TV and screwed-up her face when she saw some history program playing on it. "You guys watching this shit again!? There's gotta be something else on besides Hitler TV!" she exclaimed. Erin took the remote from the tabletop between us and she began flicking through the channel lineup in search of something more appealing to view. At last she stopped and there on the screen was a sub-X skin flick playing on one of the HBO channels. As the set locked onto the channel we could see a cute little gal leaning back on a chair, huge breasts heaving and gleaming with perspiration, legs akimbo, with a guy with his face buried in her sex and laving away at it. The look on the young girl's face was pure ecstasy as her body jumped and quivered when her lover's tongue lapped and titillated her clit, causing her to sigh and gasp, and then grasp the guy's head to draw him in tighter and harder on her pussy. The girl began a rhythmic moaning as she climbed the ladder to release. We sat mesmerized by the images on the screen.

I glanced at Erin and at once took in the nail points her nipples had now become against her nightie. Her eyes were large and almost glazed as her attention was rapped in the sex scene on TV. I also saw her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing, showing me that what she saw was arousing her; Erin loved having her pussy eaten so. I saw her drop her left hand to her lap where she absentmindedly stroked her mons with her thumb. I looked at Paul and he was locked-in on the action on the TV screen himself, mouth agape. It struck me at that instant, "This is it! Tonight's the night! Tired or not, we're going to do IT tonight!" My own cock jumped at the thought and my pulse began to increase steadily.

I shifted in the recliner and stretched out my legs and adjusted my position to most comfortable. The shorts I wore weren't tight and I reached into them now to adjust my growing dick so he'd be comfortable too. The second I touched it a blurb of precum popped out of the hole onto my thumb. Erin and Paul were staring at the television, so I brought my hand back up and out of my shorts and cleaned the precum off my thumb with my tongue. Erin was getting flushed now, her normally fair coloring getting pink, especially around her neck. I looked past Erin at Paul and I observed his nipples were hard now, and he'd placed his right hand in his lap and he was alternately squeezing and releasing a growing mass in his shorts. His breathing was getting harder now too. "Oooo yeah, this is going to be great!" I thought.

Erin moved her left hand up from her crotch to her right breast now and squeezed it, scratching her stiff nipple with her index finger nail, which nearly made her leap forward off the couch, an audible gasp coming from her, which of course drew Paul's attention to his left, and Erin's entrancing face. Paul took in what Erin was doing and I heard him moan next. Both of them now looked over at me, and all of our eyes locked. I felt like The King! I looked at my life-long friend and my gorgeous wife, both of them very obviously afire with lust, and I smiled with my lips and eyes and just gave a slight nod of my head to show my approval of what I knew was about to transpire. I don't know if I did or not, but at that moment I wished to transmit to my wife all the energy of my love that I was feeling so strongly. Erin smiled back at me and I could see her literally ignite with the fire of passion. She turned toward Paul.

Paul was still looking at me as Erin turned toward him and reached up now from her breast with her left hand and threw her left arm around Paul's neck and drew them both together. Erin attacked Paul's lips like a tiger would a lamb and I almost burst out laughing when I watched as Paul's eyes damn-near popped out of his skull as he stared at me in horror, expecting me to attack him I guess. But I gave Paul the same "go ahead" look I had Erin, and even clarified my approval of the activities by giving Paul the "thumbs up" signal with mine. He stared incredulously at me for a few seconds more, but Erin's urgent assault upon Paul's lips, mouth, and tongue were having their effect, and Paul was melting in sexual heat. He finally closed his eyes and relaxed, laying back and putting his arms about Erin's body, drawing her against him, back and downward onto the couch where they ended with him mostly laying down and Erin atop him.

As I sat in my recliner, the complete voyeur now, my own sexual fires were flaring and my cock was rising to full mast inside my skivvies and shorts. I lay back in the recliner and popped its lever to release the leg support and tilted back to about forty-five degrees and settled into the chair comfortably. I gazed upon the lovers on my couch, one of them my very own beautiful wife, as they animatedly kissed and held one another tightly. I could hear the sounds of wet suction breaking as they tried to consume each other's lips and tongues. Both of them were making little groaning and moaning sounds as their passions rose and the need became urgent; the need of a red-hot, wet pussy to swallow a steel-hard cock. The scene was hotter than any porn flick I ever saw. I slid my right hand into my drawers and grasped my stiffening member and began to squeeze it and slowly stroke myself, which caused an immediate response from my staff, which responded by growing harder and throbbing in my palm and depositing a large drip of precum on the back of my hand. Oh damn, it felt good!

Erin was now moving herself off Paul's chest and against the back of the couch, but still kissing him. I watched her left hand trail down Paul's body and disappear into the waistband of his shorts, and then continue only as a descending lump toward the small mountain now towering in Paul's shorts, his Everest of man meat. I was transfixed as I saw Erin's little hand join with that bulge to make the whole thing grotesquely huge, and then it began to dance with pulse-like movements and I heard Paul let out with, "Arrrggghhh! Oh baby! That feels so good! Stroke me, sweetheart!" And Erin did as she was bidden and I watched her invisible hand inside Paul's pants as it went up and down, wanking Paul's prick. Their kissing intensified as Paul felt his lust explode like an atomic shockwave through his body.

Erin now pulled away from Paul's face and moved hers downward, licking and kissing Paul's naked upper torso as she went, stopping to suck each of his nipples along the way, which made Paul snap his head back against the arm of the couch with a thud as the pleasure overtook him. Erin then continued her travels down over his navel, stopping to stab her hot tongue into it for a few seconds. Then on again toward her chosen destination, Paul's manhood still concealed within his...MY...shorts and skivvies. As Erin's lips and tongue approached the waistband of the shorts and underwear, she merely lifted her left arm straight upward and the elastic slid down as it was pulled away from Paul's belly. A raging, purple-headed, precum-glistening, nine-inch monster leaped out of the pants into the glare of the lamp.

Now I'd been buds with Paul for twenty-five years by now, but never had I seen him with an erection. Pissing alongside me in a urinal in a go-go bar john I'd seen his joystick before, but never "looked" at it, yet now, here it was alive and hungry in my living room and in my wife's hand! His dick was at least two inches longer than my seven-incher, and much thicker at the base, maybe five inches around, and cut like mine. Paul moaned and lay back against the couch arm as Erin slid her little fist up and down Paul's cockstaff, lubricated by his own oils that were literally bubbling out of the hole. Her hand barely went around the monster. I could hear little schlicking sounds as her hand slid over the cock's oily surface. Erin was gazing at this telephone pole with the glazed-over eyes of a woman absolutely consumed by lust and the desire to impale herself on the impossibly thick prod. 

Erin's face was red with passion, perspiration now beginning to dampen her brow and around her eyes. She continued slowly stroking Paul's massive cock and then began to move her face toward it as she made eye contact with me and smiled the most wicked smile I'd ever seen. Erin's eyes almost glowed, something like a cat's that is staring at you from a high perch; I'd never seen them look this way or appear so sharply defined around the iris and pupil. She stared at me as she closed-in on her prey, slowly opening her mouth, and then extending her tongue she ran it around the tip and head of Paul's throbbing meat a couple of times and then just like a cat pouncing on a mouse, Erin rose up slightly and tilted her head to the right angle and she gobbled Paul's cock almost entirely in one gulp, locking her lips as best she could around the fatter base of it and then slowly raised her head, dragging her lips up along the tender flesh of Paul's cock, mixing her saliva with his precum juices. The purely erotic scene made my own cock throb and pump a glob of my own oil out and all over my hand, lubricating my own masturbatory ministrations to myself. I stopped and shoved my shorts and briefs off and down my legs, kicking them into the shelf. I stretched out now, spread my legs, and began to stroke my dick slowly, observing that I never, ever felt this hard before...my rod was virtually a piece of sponge-covered wood, and leaking fluids copiously. Erin looked at me and her eyes smiled as she saw my hard-on and me jerking off. I can't define the intense lust I felt as I watched my wife sucking my best friend's massive member as she watched me watching them. I was gushing juice from my cockhead like a mini faucet.

Paul was just lying there and luxuriating in the blowjob he was receiving from my talented little woman. He was gently rubbing Erin's back and then slid his hand down to rub her ass, now almost in his face since Erin turned around to get a good angle of attack on Paul's poker. Paul insinuated his hand beneath the leg band of Erin's nightie pant and undies and he quite obviously hit a sensitive spot, for Erin sort of squeaked and stopped sucking Paul's dick for a second as she let out a low moan, almost a mewling sound, and she rotated her hips, ass, and pussy against Paul's probing hand, and I'm pretty sure the fingers now invading Erin's gash. Erin's face became of mask of utter pleasure, and then she quickly returned to swallowing Paul's cock.

Hearing my wife moan in pleasure sent a wave of electricity through me, and my dick throbbed in appreciation also. Erin's head was now bobbing up and down as Paul's meat plunged-in and slid back out of her mouth, Erin's lips bulging obscenely around the flesh of Paul's stick. I was almost getting carried away with my own dick-cranking I was so excited by the live sex being had before me, my own wife the star!

Paul now grabbed Erin by the hips and lifted her middle so that she was kneeling, her thighs straddling his neck. He pulled aside the leg band of Erin's panties and raised his head and buried his face in Erin's dripping pussy. The moment his face, lips, and tongue found their mark, Erin came up off Paul's cock with this absolutely beautiful look of ecstasy on her face and made a loud gasp, and then a growl as she thrust herself backward upon Paul's invading tongue now scouring her vaginal crevasse. For a moment her eyes half-opened and she looked at me dreamily and mouthed, "I love you," before closing her eyes to concentrate once more on the intense sexual responses her body was making. I could just hear the sound of Paul's slick tongue and lips as he licked and sucked at my wife's labia and clit. Erin shuddered a bit and then grabbed Paul's spike that was still standing beneath her chin and she opened her mouth once more and licked Paul's cockhead like an ice cream cone for a minute, little trails of precum and saliva stringing between her tongue and the crown of the throbbing monster, and then she plunged the beast back down her throat and once again began bobbing up and down on it.

Paul was now in need of burying that ramrod in a hot belly. He actually swung himself off the couch, legs first, and then sat up. He was still eating Erin's juicy twat and she was still going to town on his cock. Paul stood up, bringing Erin with him so that now she was actually upside-down! Paul turned and gently leaned-over and laid Erin down on her back on the couch. Erin disconnected from Paul's cock with a "pop!" and she moaned like a child who had her favorite candy taken from her. Paul wasted no time in getting his shorts and briefs off and kicking them away. He then in the blink of an eye had removed Erin's baby doll nightie, bringing my wife's fantastic female form into full view, breasts tight with sexual tension, nipples hard as acorns, firm round ass. Her entire body was rosy-red with passion's fire. Paul knelt down upon the floor and pivoted Erin so that she was now sitting reclined in the center of the couch. He splayed her legs open and put them with the knees over his shoulders and then dove back into her snatch and ate her like a ravenous animal, loudly licking and sucking at Erin's hot labia and clit. Erin gasped and then let out a yell and locked her legs about Paul's neck as she exploded with her first major orgasm of the night. I could see her ejaculated fluids running down her ass cheeks and dripping onto the couch, mixed with Paul's saliva no doubt. I almost blew my load in my own face at that moment.

That was it for Paul, he had to bury his meat or go mad. He gently placed Erin's butt back down on the wet cushion and took her legs from over his shoulders and let her knees drop to the insides of his elbows. He held Erin's legs in this manner, thighs spread wide. From my vantage point I could see Erin's engorged vulva glistening with the mixture of Paul's saliva and her own oil, the door to heaven gaping open just a bit, throbbing, the scent of sex filling the room. Paul began to walk forward on his knees now, closing the distance between his pulsing cock, which was actually going up and down slightly with each heartbeat, and Erin's waiting sheath. I looked on and had that feeling you get when you watch your team's tight end just about to carry the ball over the goal line for the winning TD. It became like slow motion; Paul's cock closed in steadily and then the very tip contacted Erin's pussy lips and it nudged between them and he paused. I glanced up at my wife's face and she was looking lovingly into Paul's face. Paul did a little wiggling, making his cock slide up and down Erin's gash a bit; bumping her clit and making her jump slightly and moan. Then he moved in just a little closer, drew his hips back, and rotated them forward just so, and his steel shaft once more contacted Erin's opening but began a long, slow insertion of its full length into my wife's waiting womanhood. As Paul was plunging in, Erin looked over at me with a rapturous glow, mouth open, and her eyes slowly rolling back in her head. It seemed like it took Paul five minutes to sink all of his manhood into my wife's belly, but that he did...all of him buried in her to the hilt, and he stopped. I found myself soaked in my own precum now, it was just pouring from me, and I was actually drooling a little too down my chin!




Sloppy Seconds Ch. 03



Paul was completely stuffed into Erin's pussy now. He leaned forward and Erin wrapped her arms about Paul's neck and they embraced and kissed softly for a couple of minutes. Paul broke the kiss and leaned down and began to kiss, lick and suck each of Erin's swollen breasts, making kissing sounds as the suction between his mouth and her nipples broke each time. This made Erin nuts and she panted and moaned and humped herself again the pole jammed deeply into her belly. "Fuck me!" she commanded. 

Paul knelt up straight again and adjusted his hold on Erin's legs and he began to slowly draw his sword out of Erin's tube. He had it almost all the way out and then he plunged it back in with almost lightning speed, which took Erin by surprise, "Oof! Gasp! Oh GOD!" she yelled in a hoarse voice. "Fuck me, I want to feel your cock in my fuckin' throat, dammit!" So Paul drew out once more, and slammed in once more, and then he built up a steady thrusting and withdrawing rhythm and obliged my tender little woman with the fucking of her life, as Paul's mammoth meat pole augured her uterus and slammed into her cervical opening on each in stroke. Erin was panting and moaning and shrieking and whining and making sounds I'd never heard before and can't even describe now. She was like a person possessed, talking in gibberish from the intense pleasure of having Paul's massive prick sawing over every nerve ending in her sex.

I was captivated with watching this dance of lust being performed for my sole pleasure, it seemed. I looked on and watched my friend's huge cock as it alternately appeared and disappeared from my wife's pussy opening as he fucked her. Their combined oils were running like a river from Erin's entrance and drooling down all over the leather sofa and then down its front to the floor. The amount of fluids amazed me. I had evens stopped wanking myself so as to pay full attention to the details of what I was watching, and to enjoy it fully. It was intensely arousing and at the same time the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Suddenly, Erin began her little song of orgasm, so familiar to me. "Mmmmmm.....oooohhhhhh....aaaahhhhh....Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHHH!!! I'M CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!" and then a shriek as her orgasm overtook her. Paul continued fucking Erin like a machine and Erin locked her legs around his arms and back and spurred his ass with her heels and she bucked on him. Her pussy made the wildest sucking sounds and then a blast of air blew out as she contorted in her orgasm and a gallon of juice exploded from within her and saturated Paul nearly up to his tits and gushed out upon the couch. The aroma was intensely intoxicating and just the scent of my wife's cum caused my cock to get steel-hard again and precum to gush forth and drool down in a slow waterfall to the floor between my knees as I sat forward on the recliner watching this most amazing exhibition.

As her muscles relaxed from her mind-blowing orgasm, Erin melted back down into the couch, panting like a sprinter in the hundred-yard dash. Paul continued slowly fucking her drenched twat, making lascivious schlicking and slurping sounds as he did so. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled and I again gave him a smile and the "thumbs-up" sign. Erin slowly opened her eyes and gazed at me seated in my recliner, naked, leaning forward watching her, my cock stiff as it ever could be with drool pouring from its mouth. "Come over here," she said.

I got up to move over to the couch and nearly fell as my legs were wobbly from the tension I'd put them under during the exciting live sex show I'd just watched. I managed to move over to the couch beside my wife and flop down heavily. The heat emanating from her body was the same as you'd feel standing next to a furnace on full throttle in winter. The scents of sex, skin, soap, perfume, perspiration, and saliva were heady. Erin looked sleepily up into my eyes and smiled softly. "You need some attention too, sweetheart." Erin took my chin and drew me down to kiss me hotly and deeply, stabbing her tongue between my lips to spear my own. As we kissed I looked down Erin's body and could see Paul's cock still sliding in and out of her pussy and without touching myself I nearly came. I looked up and into my pal's face and he was smiling at me too.

"Sit up," Erin told me. I did. She leaned over now and went right down onto my cock with her mouth, burying me in her throat in one quick move. Again, I had to use all the control I could muster to keep from blasting-off right then. Erin's red-hot throat felt like it was actually burning my poor dick! She began her bobbing motion as she had on Paul's cock moments ago. God it felt great! I watched my wife's head rise and fall upon my dick and then looked over to watch my friend's dick fucking her pussy. I looked at Paul again and saw he was watching Erin now sucking my cock and I noted the lust in his eyes as he did, and his tempo increased just a bit as I could hear his balls slap against my wife's ass on the in stroke.

"I can't do it this way," Erin said, as she came up off my dick. "Let's change position. Paul, pull out a second, honey, and move back a bit."

Paul did as told and his glistening spear withdrew from Erin's sluice with a sucking sound. He let Erin's legs down and she sat up, stood up, turned around and knelt down and told me to move over in front of her. I literally slid over on all the slick juices Paul and Erin deposited on the sofa cushion, and even this was arousing, knowing I was now ass-down in their combined love juices on our couch.

Erin got between my legs and pushed my thighs open and moved forward, taking my hard-on in her right hand and aiming it at her face as she once more plunged it into her throat. Paul got the idea and walked forward on his knees until he was on target and he slid his massive meat back into Erin's dripping pussy doggy-style, plunging in until his pubic arch slapped into Erin's ass cheeks and I felt her moan on my cock. We three now got a nice rhythm going as Erin was being deeply penetrated at both ends by cocks, me in her throat, Paul in her pussy. I was fascinated as I watched Erin's head bob up and down on my pole and then looked to watch Paul humping Erin at the other end, his eyes closed and perspiration running down his forehead and cheeks. Every now and again Paul would also moan, groan or utter something like, "Oh yeah...oh damn...ahhhh."

We were lost in sexual abandon like this for about fifteen minutes when Paul began to pant loudly and raggedly and his thrusting became harder and faster, his lower abdomen loudly slapping against Erin's ass as she would drive herself backward into each of Paul's forward strokes. Erin, too, was moaning and humming and warbling around my cock as it pistoned in and out of her throat and mouth, with her also stroking it with her one hand wrapped around it and the other hand tugging and playing with my ball sack.

"Ah, OH! I'm gonna cum!" Paul croaked, and he now tightly grabbed onto Erin's hips and slammed in and out of her like a jackhammer.

Erin came up off my cock moaning loudly, "Me too...." And she grunted and growled as her pussy clamped down on Paul's cock as she orgasmed again, shrieking into my lap as she came.

"Oh shit....ohhhh shiitttt!!" Paul yelled, and he crashed into Erin's pussy with the force of a rear-end collision, his cock now like an iron rod piercing Erin's innards. Erin looked up into my face, sweat dripping from hers, her eyes half-shut but twinkling, and she said, "I love you. Thank you...." And with this Paul plunged into Erin's pussy one last time and began firing his sperm in huge jets deep into Erin's guts. "Arrrgggghhhhh!" he cried as he just gyrated his hips as he emptied into my wife's belly. 

"Oh my God," Erin said, "his cum is so hot! He's filling me up to the brim!" And she put her face down into my crotch again and gyrated her own hips side to side, milking the last drop of Paul's cum from his rod.

Paul now withdrew from Erin's molten love pit and he just let himself fall over onto the floor and stretched out on his back, his wilting cum-covered manhood slowly wilting and oozing the bottom of his cum barrel. My friend was at the point of total exhaustion and closed his eyes, panting to recover his composure.

Erin slid back and to the side by the recliner and lay on her back on the floor, legs spread open, and she gazed into my eyes and signaled with wiggling fingers for me to join her there.

I got off the couch and dropped to my knees between my used wife's legs. Once again I was amazed at the amount and temperature of the heat emanating from her poor little body. There before me was the woman I loved, soaked in sweat—hers and Paul's—her vulva spread wide before me with their combined cums oozing from deep within Erin's snatch and coating the entire area in a light paste. The aroma was absolutely maddeningly arousing and I couldn't help myself, I had to bury my face in Erin's swollen, gushing pussy. I almost literally dove into her, making her jump in surprise at the suddenness of my action, and the fact I'd be willing to dive into the mess down there created by her cum and Paul's. I licked the entire area lightly, sampling the tart wine of the region. It was just a bit salty, more from perspiration than anything else, but it had a unique flavor that was not at all unpleasant to me. I gorged on the goo, sliding my tongue deep up into Erin's love canal and scooping some out, swallowing it. Erin at once came again, suddenly and violently, grabbing me by the back of the head and smashing my mouth into her opening as she exploded, and I got a fat upper lip, and my fill of the mixed cum as she blew off in my mouth.

I was savoring the nectar when Erin tugged me by the hair upward toward her face. She had an almost crazed look on her face and in her eyes as she brought my mouth to hers and we kissed savagely, her tongue drilling into my mouth and stealing some of the cum mix from me. At the same time she maneuvered her body and mine with her legs and she captured my hips between her thighs and drew herself upward as she pushed downward on my ass with her two hands. Like a guided missile, my cock found its mark and slid home in Erin's flaming guts. The sensation was mind-blowing; it was hot, slick, and full of what I knew to be Paul's cum. I feebly attempted a few strokes, and Erin assisted by driving me into her with her legs, but I was too far gone and overcome by the excitement. My cock exploded as it never had before. Spurt after spurt of my own cum now jetted into Erin's battered pussy, filling her to overflowing and gushing back out onto my balls and the floor. Surely my balls had just shattered and been shot out with the cum! The room spun and dimmed as the intensity of the orgasm I had nearly shoved me over into the abyss of passing out. I collapsed onto, and then rolled off of Erin to lie alongside her on the floor. We were both straining to recover our breathing and senses.

After a few moments, Erin rolled onto her side and put her arm across my chest and snuggled against my side, kissing my shoulder. We looked at each other and both simultaneously said, "Thank you!" and then we laughed.

"I think we'll work on the bathroom next time," Erin said, "and you guys can come up with an encore for tonight whenever you'd like." 

Erin and I kissed passionately as we listened to our best man and friend Paul lightly snoring at our feet.

So ends my first adventure into group sex, wife sharing, and creampies. In the words of a famous actor and political figure, "I'll be back..."