Me, My wife and My buddy

 

Nkiru and I finally had the house to ourselves and we took full advantage of it. In order to save money, our daughter Mmeso lived at home while she attended the university in town. She had worked her way through school, most recently as a waitress. Upon her recent graduation, she interviewed for several jobs and received a very good offer. With the money she'd be making she would be able to afford a flat of her own and move out. Because her finances had fallen into place, she decided to use a portion of what she made from working to take a well deserved vacation before starting her new job. And so the minute Mmeso left for the airport, Nkiru and I were on the living room couch, pawing at each other like high schoolers.

"This feels so nice," Nkiru said between kisses. "I feel so...bad...like Mme could catch us at any time."

I nibbled at her earlobe and grabbed her breast. "I know, it's almost like we're sneaking something." I massaged her soft breast more and felt her nipple growing under her blouse and bra. I licked her neck and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Nkiru moaned softly. "I want to fuck you, right here, right in the middle of the living room."

I had all of her buttons undone and groped at her bra. I stared right into her eyes. I could see the lust lurking behind them. "You will," I said, "and you'll fuck me in the kitchen, in the den," I pulled her bra up over her breasts. They still looked wonderful: full and round, a lovely 38 D. She pressed her breasts together, accentuating her cleavage. I couldn't help but dive in. "And we'll fuck in the passage, in the bathroom, in the kitchen," I said between sucking on her gumdrop sized nipples. She tugged off her blouse and threw it on the floor. I then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I tossed it into the middle of the room and we both noticed the lewd scene we were creating.

She pushed me away playfully and leaned back, giving me a toying smirk. She ran her hands over her breasts, playing with her hard nipples. She then cupped them for me, offering them up lasciviously. Seeing Nkiru topless with just her jeans always makes me crazy, but at that moment the sexual energy radiating from her drove me into the stratosphere.

I moved to suck on her some more, but she pushed me away with her foot. "No, no, big boy. You have to do something for me."

I would have walked on hot coals. "What?"

"Strip," she said with such confidence that I think I got even harder if that was possible.

I licked my lips and smiled. I got up and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. I then undid the button on my jeans and slowly unzipped. I found it somewhat difficult because my cock was so hard, but I managed. As I unzipped further, Nkiru's eyes grew bigger with excitement because she saw the bulge in my briefs. I had been leaking pre-cum, and a wet spot already formed. I let my pants fall the the ground and kicked them aside. Nkiru leaned forward a little in anticipation, her breasts swaying softly. I then put my thumbs in my waistband and slowly pulled down my shorts. Finally, my cock sprang free then slapped against my stomach. Nkiru applauded and made a throaty growl of approval. I threw my shorts onto the lounge chair.

"Now I want something from you, sexy," I said as I stalked to her. She squealed and feigned fright, but when I went for the button on her jeans, she lifted her ass off the couch to facilitate their removal. Once I tossed them aside, I slowly peeled off her panties which were soaked with her arousal. With a triumphant chuckle, I discarded them over my shoulder where they landed on the coffee table.

There we were, naked in the living room, and loving the freedom. I slipped a finger between Nkiru's legs and gently outlined her slit. "You're so fucking wet!" I truly was surprised.

She simultaneously took my cock and balls into her hands and said, "well you're so fucking hard!"

I leaned over and pinned her to the couch, kissing her, groping her, wanting her. She kissed and groped right back. I don't think we'd been that horny for each other in years.

Just then the phone rang.

"Fuck!" She yelled. "Let it ring."

"I'm way ahead of you," I said as I lazily humped my cock on her thigh.

After the beep, we heard Nnamdi's voice. "Hey guys, pick up. Are you there? Anyway, I just wanted to say I'll be there soon. The traffic's got me all tied up. It'll be another 10 minutes or so. Ok, well, see you in a bit."

I dropped my head in defeat, resting it between my wife's perfect breasts. "Fuck, it's five already? I had no idea it was so late! I can't believe we so lost track of time."

She stroked my cock and said, "oh really? You can't believe it?" She gave my balls a squeeze and made her point. "You'd better save some of this for later, I'm going to need it."

"Don't you worry, I'm so fucking horny that I don't think anything will stop me." We kissed deeply one last time, almost loosing control of ourselves. I tried to rub my cock on her glistening slit.

"Stop that! We've got to get straightened up," Nkiru said pouting, as she pushed me away. My cock ached.

We looked at the living room and couldn't believe how bawdy it looked with our clothes strewn all over. I pulled my clothes back on, feeling quite frustrated as I tucked my raging hard-on back in my shorts. I noticed that Nkiru pulled her pants on without her panties. She winked at me and said, "I want you thinking about this the whole night." She wiggled her ass to accentuate her point.

Only a few minutes later the door bell rang. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nkiru lunge at the coffee table, snatching up her moist panties. "Can't have these laying about," she said as she spun them on her finger then tucked them into her pocket.

Nkiru and I had been friends with Nnamdi from higher institution. Nnamdi and I met as Jambite roommates and hit it off so well that we shared room all through our four years. When I started dating Nkiru, both Nnamdi and I figured our friendship would wane. We both knew how it went: once a guy meets a girl, his friends tend to take a back seat. However, we kept it together, mostly because Nkiru and Nnamdi were so comfortable together. He was the best man at our wedding, and I was his. Apparently he was better luck than I because Nkiru and I were still going strong after 22 years while he and his wife had just recently divorced. He hadn't taken the divorce well. Even after Linda left him for the young boy at the gym, Nnamdi just couldn't get back into the swing of dating. Over many beers, he would tell me how much he missed just having someone to wake up next to in the mornings, let alone missing the sex.

Since the divorce, we tried to give Nnamdi opportunities to simply have a fun evening now and then. Nothing too scripted, just hanging out and not doing much of anything. Eventually, the old Nnamdi began to emerge once again. He no longer felt depressed all the time, and he even began to laugh and joke like the Nnamdi we used to know. Like other evenings, we invited him over for a few drinks, some dinner, and a video or two.

"Hello guys," Nnamdi said when I let him in. I shook his hand and took the wine he brought.

"Good evening Nnamdi," Nkiru hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"We were running a bit behind, getting Mmeso off on her trip and all," I said. "We figured we'd just order food from the restaurant close by. If that is cool with you?"

"No problem," Nnamdi said as he flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.

As he sat, I couldn't help but think what had been happening there just minutes earlier. "C'mon NK, go get that menu and I'll get us some drinks. The usual, Nnamdi?"

"Yes sir. It's been a shitty day today. I'm just looking forward to unwinding."

I followed Nkiru into the kitchen and took some glasses down from the cabinet. I looked up and saw my wife shuffling through the drawer for the menu. I walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.

"God, you send chills down my spine," she whispered.

I slid my hand into the back of her jeans and caressed her panty-less ass. "This is making me so horny, knowing you're not wearing anything under here." I reached around to fondle her breasts and found her nipples hard and protruding.

"Stop, Obinna. You're driving me crazy."

I rubbed my hard cock on her ass and said, "Glad to know you've joined me."

I finally brought the drinks out and Nkiru called a waitress at the restaurant ordering the food.

The whole time we were watching the mediocre movie and eating jollof rice, Nkiru tortured me. She'd make sure Nnamdi wasn't looking then pull a bit of her panties out of her pocket where she had stashed them then, with a wink, shove them quickly back. Once, when Nnamdi got up to go to the bathroom, she gave me a full breast flash, leaning over to let her breasts hang and jiggle. She almost didn't get put back together before Nnamdi came back. The fact that she was taking such risks was making me nuts with lust.

When she and I got up to clear the dishes, we took a minute in the kitchen to steal a deep, sloppy, sexual kiss.

"I can't believe how turned on I am knowing that Nnamdi might catch you flashing your breasts or showing off the underwear you're not wearing."

"No kidding," she said as she caressed my cock. "Actually, I'm really getting off on it, too."

With the boldness of lust, I shoved my hand down the front of her jeans and felt her wet pussy. "No kidding," I mocked.

An idea came into my head. Actually, it didn't just come into my head—it had been there pretty much all evening—I just acknowledged it for the first time. My head felt light and dizzy. My hand trembled a bit as I pulled it out of her jeans. I licked my lip and just blurted it out. "Would you like to show off a bit for Nnamdi?" I immediately regretting my question as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Nkiru knows very well about my fantasy of seeing her fuck another man, but this was real life, this was our friend Nnamdi, not some tawdry fantasy from some sex story.

But she didn't recoil. She didn't get a look of disgust on her face. She just stared at me with her cocoa brown eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

I thought my knees would buckle. Was she actually was considering showing off her body to our friend? I'd never felt so horny or so frightened in all my life. "Well," I started in a halting voice, "what if you go upstairs to Mmeso's closet, and...change." A very naughty smile slowly made it's way across her face and I could see she understood where I was going. "Then you could serve us our drinks. Properly."

She bit her lip, obviously thinking about the implications. I softly caressed her breasts and kissed her forehead. "I love you. I will always love you. I know you know that." I fingered her nipples and she moaned softly. "I really think I want this. I've been so fucking horny all day. I know I can handle seeing you showing off, having fun. I want to see you. I also have a feeling you want this, too." I couldn't believe we were actually considering this, but even more, I couldn't believe how much I wanted it.

She looked me square in the eye. "I do want it. I know what you mean about being so horny. I'm so worked up, and have been for so long today, that I don't think the opportunity will ever be better." Her eyes grew big and she smiled broadly as the truth of what we were considering sunk in. "I don't know if I'll even fit into it."

"If it's a bit too small, you'll look even sexier." I kissed her and she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

She leaned back and our eyes locked. "You're absolutely sure?" she asked, more out of excitement than doubt.

I put her hand on my cock and didn't say a word. She smiled and sashayed out of the kitchen, tossing her panties over her shoulder and shaking her ass at me as she left.

I gathered up her panties and returned to the living room and Nnamdi said, "geeze, I thought you guys fell in."

I had no idea what to say to him, I was so nervous. I just chuckled.

Nnamdi leaned over and asked, conspiratorially, "did you guys just have a fight? NK stalked through here and ran upstairs without saying a thing. Now you're acting all weird."

"No, nothing like that. We're cool." You don't even know the half of it, I thought to myself. "I think she may have had a few too many cocktails."

"Oh..." Nnamdi said and seemed relieved with the explanation. I liked it, too, because if he freaked out when Nkiru came back down, we'd have a readymade excuse.

We watched a few more minutes of TV and I drained my drink. I didn't want to get too drunk, but I thought I needed something to help relax me. Upstairs, I heard Nkiru walking around and knew she had put on high heels—an unexpected but perfect touch.

A few minutes later I asked Nnamdi, "Need a refill?"

"Here, I'll get them, it's my turn."

"No," I said a bit too quickly. I was so nervous and excited. "I mean, don't worry about it, Nkiru's coming right back down, she'll get them."

He looked at me funny, like I was hiding something. I was hiding something, but I didn't want to tell him. I wanted him to get the full experience.

"NK," I called, "could you come down and get us a couple of refills?"

"No problem...sir." And with that I heard Nkiru walking down the stairs. I saw her legs before Nnamdi did. She wore the shiny black come-fuck-me heels she reserved for our bedroom dress-up fantasies. As she descended the stairs, her legs kept coming but no sign of pants or skirt could be seen. By now, Nnamdi had looked over because of the sound of her heels. I saw his eyes widen as her legs were revealed. Then almost all of a sudden, she was in full view. My beautiful wife, my Nkiru walked right up and struck a pose in front of us.

Nnamdi was speechless. So was I, for that matter. She looked unbelievable. I was so proud to be married to that woman. There stood Nkiru, looking sexy wearing high heels. The top was far too small as she predicted, but Nkiru somehow managed to squeeze into it. The effect was amazing. Because it was so tight, she decided to forgo a bra. Consequently, she jiggled and swayed lewdly as she moved and her nipples, erect from arousal, strained at the t-shirt. The orange shorts, too, were tight, but still they fit creating a wonderfully obscene curve to her hips and ass. To complete the look, she had pulled her hair up into a flirty ponytail. My wife simply looked fucking hot. I managed to take a quick glimpse at Nnamdi and noticed a considerable growth in his pants.

"What can I get you boys?" she said. A look of amusement flashed across her face when neither of us could speak.

"NK, I..." Nnamdi said, "...I, um, god...wow!"

"You look incredible honey." I meant it. She had never looked so sexy in all our years together. Having Nnamdi see her like that made it infinitely more exciting.

She giggled a bit and said, "you can put your eyes back in your heads, boys. Geeze, it's like you've never seen a woman before."

"Not one so sexy," I said.

Nnamdi just cleared his throat a bit, and looked over at me. I know he was trying to determine if I was alright with this. I just winked at him and said, "What do you think, buddy?"

"She's incredible."

"You boys are so easy to manipulate. Show a bit of femininity, and you turn to jelly. Now hand me those empties, I'll get you all freshened up." She leaned over to pick up our glasses, giving us an unbelievable view of her cleavage. As she turned to go to the kitchen, she tossed her ponytail with a sexy giggle. Nnamdi and I watched her curvy ass as she walked away.

"Holy shit, man! Are you sure this is cool?" Nnamdi looked like a kid who just learned what Santa was all about.

"Yeah, it's cool. Do you like it?"

"Hmm, let's see...fuck yes!" he said without hesitation. "I always knew Nkiru was sexy, but damn, I had no idea...."

As if on cue, Nkiru came sashaying back into the room with our drinks. "Here you go fellas." Nnamdi almost dropped his because he was staring at my wife's breasts instead of looking at the glass.

When she gave me my drink, she gave me an are-you-sure-you're-ok-with-this look. I smiled at her and lightly ran my finger along hers as I took my glass. I just said, "Nkiru, when they designed that outfit, they had no idea how incredible it could look." I think she blushed.

"Do you boys want to watch another video?" She walked over to the video cabinet, and when she rustled around in the back, I knew what she had in mind. She pulled out an unmarked tape and went to put it in. She bent over at the waist, showing off her ass to my best friend and me. I could see that she still wasn't wearing any underwear, since the outline of her pussy lips was visible through the tight, orange shorts. I glimpsed at Nnamdi and knew he saw the same thing.

Nkiru hit play, and the familiar cheesy music began playing. She walked over to the couch and sat right between Nnamdi and me. We both stared at her chest as the overly-stretched letters jiggled. The video featured several women having a slumber party. They sit around, giggling, sharing fantasies and getting horny. Of course they begin stripping and "experimenting" with each other. Nkiru said, "I keep hearing my girlfriends say they don't understand why guys like watching women have sex together. I don't understand why they can't figure it out. I mean, just look at them, they're fucking sexy. Don't you think, Nnamdi?" As she asked him, she put her hand on his thigh.

He mumbled, "oh, yeah," or something to that effect.

"What about you, Obinna? I know you think it's sexy." She put her other hand on my thigh. I simply couldn't believe what was happening.

"Yes, oh yes," I said.

Nkiru just smiled like the cat who ate the cream, and left her hands on our thighs. Nnamdi shifted, no doubt trying to get comfortable with a hard-on in his pants and my wife's hand on his leg. When I saw her hand begin to move up his thigh, I got an unexpected pang of jealousy. When her hand alighted on his hardened cock, I was dizzy with jealousy. Perhaps Nkiru sensed it, or perhaps she was just horny, but at that moment, I felt her hand rest on my hard cock, too. The combination of jealousy and sexual energy tingled my entire body. She gave me a quick glance and smile, and I knew I wanted to share my wife with Nnamdi. No longer was this a fantasy, it was something that was going to happen, that I wanted to happen.

Nkiru began to stroke our cocks through our pants. By this time, none of us were watching the video. I heard a small moan escape Nnamdi's mouth, which made Nkiru smile. She cupped my balls and gave them a little squeeze as she continued to caress Nnamdi's cock. Then, in a throaty voice dripping with lust, Nkiru said, "I want you two naked."

A defining moment in our relationship—all of our relationships—had arrived. Nnamdi and I stood up, and while my wife watched, wide-eyed and dressed like a sex kitten in our daughter's way-too-tight Hooters uniform, we took off our shirts. I looked over at him and he was just staring at Nkiru. He fumbled with his pants button. I unzipped. And with a deep breath, I dropped my pants for my wife while my best friend did the same. We stood there for a moment, me in my briefs, Nnamdi in his boxers, savouring the moment. My cock was so hard that it peeked up over the elastic band. Nnamdi tented his shorts. Nkiru leaned forward, staring at the two men in front of her. "Take them off," she whispered.

I looked at Nnamdi and he looked at me. At the same time, we slipped our underwear off and our cocks sprung to attention, saluting my wife. "Oh, my..." was all she could say. For the first time in her life, she had two men naked in front of her, excited about having sex with her.

During all the time I knew Nnamdi, I'd never seen his cock when it was hard. A few times in the coming and going from the shower, I caught a look. It looked as if he was hung like any average guy. So I figured when he was hard he'd be about as big as me. But seeing him in his full arousal, I knew I had been mistaken. Looking at his cock, I knew he was not only longer than me by a couple of inches, but thicker, too. A worry flashed through my head: would Nkiru prefer his cock to mine? Would she find me unsatisfactory after seeing Nnamdi? Hell, after experiencing Nnamdi? Because that's where this was heading. My wife was about to have sex with another man, and I not only knew about it, but it had been my idea—and I was right there with them, would share in the event. My mind was racing with all these thoughts and so I didn't realize that Nkiru was beckoning us back to the couch with a curl of her finger.

"Come sit back down, boys," her chest heaved with excitement as she patted the cushions next to her. I felt so exposed, being naked in front of Nnamdi and Nkiru, particularly when I saw the lustful way she devoured us with her eyes. Two naked men, just for her. For a moment, I felt like just a cock to her. And I liked it.

Nnamdi plopped down next to Nkiru and began kissing her. My best friend was kissing my wife as she caressed his cock! I sat down and began nibbling at her neck. She turned her head and kissed me deeply. I felt strange and exciting knowing Nnamdi just had his tongue in her mouth. I felt her run her fingernails lightly up and down my shaft. I opened my eyes to see Nnamdi kissing her shoulder and massaging her breast while she softly stroked his cock. I thought either my brain would explode or my cock would rip from being so hard.

"Let's make this a little more fair," Nkiru said as she stood up. Her hair was tousled with some strands having fallen from her pony tail. A wet spot had formed in the crotch of her shorts. Her nipples looked like they wanted to rip the cotton of the t-shirt. She took a long look at Nnamdi and me, naked on the couch, hanging on her every motion. Two cocks stood straight up, two lustful men ready to have sex with one woman. She smiled with such satisfaction and confidence, then pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her full, round breasts bounced with their release. I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but it did. Nnamdi was transfixed on my wife's breasts. His hand went to his cock and he smeared the pre-cum over his head. She swayed her hips and her breasts swayed with them. She looked incredible! Her hands made her way to the shorts and in moments she began sliding them down, teasing us. She exposed just a hint of her nicely trimmed bush, then turned her back to us with a cute and sexy wiggle of her ass. Next to me, Nnamdi moaned as he began stroking his cock, watching my wife. I realized that I had been stroking mine, as well. Nkiru bent over a bit and slid the shorts all the way down, exposing her luscious heart-shaped ass. She kicked the shorts off to the side, and I noticed that the living room looked much like it had earlier, full of discarded clothes—though more than before—and naked bodies—again, more than before.

Nkiru kept the high heels on and walked back to the couch. "There, isn't that better?"

"Uh-huh," was all Nnamdi and I could gurgle. She leaned over and caressed our balls. I could barely move, I was riveted by what was happening. I just watched as my wife's hand hefted Nnamdi's sac.

"Stand up." We did. She then took us by the cocks and led us upstairs, keeping a firm hold us as we followed her like lost puppies. When we got to the bedroom, my heart skipped a few beats. The jealousy was back. Our bedroom looked the same, but it was so different because there was another naked man in it. I could smell Nkiru's excitement mixed with her perfume. She sat down on the bed—our bed—and pulled us in front of her. I was about to see my wife have sex with my best friend on our bed, on our sheets. Nnamdi and I stood before my wife as she eyed up our cocks. She felt us, caressed us, tested the heft of our balls. I couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. I had always thought that she enjoyed the threesome fantasy when we tease each other about it, but I figured it was really more my fantasy than hers. But with Nkiru sizing us up, licking her lips, and cooing, I think I may have misjudged her.

Then she said something that made me so horny, so jealous. As she caressed our cocks, she said, "God, Nnamdi, you're so big and thick!" She said it with genuine awe. She said it with excitement. She said it desire. Of course I couldn't help but compare us. I'm about 6". He had to be at least 8". And whereas Nkiru can just get her hand wrapped around my shaft, she couldn't even come close when she grasped him. "And you balls are so nice and big," she continued. Then with a sly grin she added, "and I hope so full." She said this as she gently squeezed my balls and I thought my knees would buckle.

Then she kissed his cock. Just like that. No warning. No announcement. My wife leaned forward and kissed the head of Nnamdi's cock. A string of his pre-cum stretched from him to her lips. "Mmm," she said and then wrapped her lips around his bulbous head. I stared in amazement as Nkiru worked her mouth back and forth on Nnamdi's cock, pumping it while absent mindedly playing with me like an afterthought. I watched as she took a new cock into her mouth for the first time in nearly 25 years. Her eyes were closed, a look of pure enjoyment on her face. Then I noticed that I could see her wedding ring on her finger as she grasped a cock bigger than mine, holding it firm as she slurped it. I hated it and loved it all at the same time.

I looked over at my best friend. He stared at Nkiru's mouth as it travelled up and down his shaft. His expression of awe made me proud: proud that my wife could elicit such a feeling in another man. And I was proud that I was able to be a part of what was happening. He sense me looking at him and he turned his gaze to me. "I can't believe this," he said, his voice a soft whisper.

"Neither can I," I said.

Nkiru just moaned and continued to slurp. It was a sound I'll never forget. So lascivious, so wanton, so...naughty. By now Nnamdi's big cock glistened with her saliva and his pre-cum. My cock, too, was leaking. Nkiru sat back on the bed and just looked us over, her breasts swaying gently with the motion. The look of utter confidence on her face tore at my manliness. This was for her, now: all for her sexual satisfaction. I also knew it was precisely what I wanted, too. I had always wanted to serve her, to be a sexual thing to her, to just be a part of her "stable."

Nkiru continued to just stare at us, licking her lips. She reached up and let loose her pony tail. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and settled on the swell of her breasts. She shook her head to shake her hair out and again her breasts swayed. Next to me, Nnamdi moaned. From the corner of my eye I saw his rock-hard cock twitch.

Nkiru pointed at me, then at Nnamdi, and continued alternating as she said in a husky voice, " Well, Nnamdi, looks like you're the winner." We weren't quite sure what he won, but we both knew it would be a hell of a prize. With that she propped up some pillows behind her back and spread her body out for her two men.

She ran her fingers lazily through her pubic hair and said, "Obinna, dear, come here and get me ready to be fucked by Nnamdi." She knew the directness of that statement would pierce me, and she was right. That simple sentence has replayed countless times in my head since that day. In that moment I thoroughly was lost to her. I would have done whatever she told me, and I did. I laid down on the bed between her legs and began to softly kiss her stomach while I caressed her thighs. Then I kissed lower. Her pubic hair tickled my nose as I continued down. I felt a weight settle on the bed and realized that Nnamdi had taken his place next to my wife. I heard kissing and moaning and deep, passionate breathing. Still I continued to carry out my job. Nkiru's pussy was sloppy and wet with anticipation. She smelled like raw sex. Her clit, swollen and pink, looked like a little cock. I gently blew on it and I felt her body shudder. I kissed her fleshy lips and they responded by quivering. I slurped my wife's juices knowing full well that in moments they would help to lubricate Nnamdi's cock as he entered Nkiru.

I licked and kissed her, looking up to see what they were doing. Nnamdi feasted on Nkiru's breasts and she had a far-away look on her face. I felt the muscles in her legs tighten, I felt her pussy contract, then in a sudden burst, Nkiru pressed Nnamdi's face to her breasts and yelled out in ecstasy. Slick juices covered my face as she came and came.

I slowed down my licking and let her recover from her orgasm. Nkiru stroked my hair as I softly lapped at her pussy lips. Meanwhile, Nnamdi gently licked the underside of her breasts, softly bathing them with his saliva. Nnamdi and I were both servicing my wife and I loved it.

I happened to look to my side and I saw Nnamdi's cock, hard and big, resting on Nkiru's leg. His head leaked pre-cum, and he left a slick, wet spot on her skin. I just couldn't believe that another man's cock and balls were casually laying on my wife. I began to feel dizzy with jealousy again. I looked up at my wife. She had been watching me as I looked at Nnamdi's cock on her. She continued to stroke my hair, but I also noticed that she was stroking Nnamdi's hair as well. A ball of confusion grew in my stomach. She looked so beautiful with the two of us attending to her. But she was my wife—MY wife—and my best friend was suckling her nipples, his hard cock made a mess of her leg, and she stroked his hair in her post-orgasmic glow.

She smiled at me and my heart nearly broke. I knew what she wanted and I also knew that I wanted it, too. My conflicting emotions propelled me further. They swelled in me, propelling me on. My cock was harder than I had ever felt it.

She shifted her glance momentarily to Nnamdi's cock, then back to me. "Do it," was all she said.

I sat up and moved to her side. She now had two naked, hard men on either side of her. I kissed her cheek, then I kissed her deeply on the lips. I turned to Nnamdi and said, "I'd like you to fuck Nkiru now." They both moaned in anticipation. Nnamdi straddled her, and began to rub his head on her soaked lips.

"Wait," she said, "Obinna, I want you to show me how much you want this. I want you to couple us."

I thought I'd faint, but I really didn't know if it was from jealousy or from joy. I gave a quick look to Nnamdi, as if to ask his permission. He nodded and said, "do it, Obinna."

I reach between them and grasped his cock. It was the first time I had ever touched another man in this way. He felt familiar yet so different. Of course I had stroked myself many, many times, and the feeling of a cock in my hand wasn't foreign. However, he was bigger, thicker, fuller. With my other hand, I gently spread NK's pussy lips. She was undeniably wetter than I had ever felt her before. I then took Nnamdi's cock and lead it to her lips. I rubbed it a few times on her clit, and she let loose a short, yelp of pleasure. I couldn't wait any longer, and so I took Nnamdi's cock and I inserted it into my wife. From there he did the rest, plunging deep into her with one long, beautiful, soul-fucking stroke. As their pubic hair meshed, my hand was still between them. I felt like an intruder. I felt in the way. I felt like I was invading upon something very private. But I also felt an odd sense of pride—pride that my wife was so sexy, so desirable, so...wonderful. It was almost a sin not to share her. I moved my hand and as I did so I brushed passed his balls. They felt unbelievably full and potent. I couldn't help but think how they were going to empty into Nkiru's womb, filling her with strange cum.

They embraced tightly, kissing, only adding to my feelings of intrusion. I just moved back a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching my wife and our best friend fuck. He pulled out of her slowly, nearly all the way out, then slid back in just as slowly. The look of bliss on their faces was indescribable. He continued his in and out motion, increasing the speed and the force with every stroke. Nkiru yelled out, "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me Nnamdi! You're so fucking big. Fuck me with your hard, huge cock.

For his part, Nnamdi grunted and thrust. He moaned, "Fuck yes, Nkiru...this is even better than I ever fantasized."

"Me too, me too!" she said as she spread her legs even wider for him.

I just sat there, watching, mesmerized. I touched my cock and was startled by how hard it was and by how much pre-cum oozed down the shaft. They were really going at it now, Nkiru's breasts bouncing and giggling with every stroke, Nnamdi's balls slapping her ass. Her screams had morphed into short, staccato whimpers. Nnamdi sweat as he thrust into her, moaning and grunting.

Eventually their fucking took on a more urgent, immediate rhythm. Nkiru just squeaked, "yes...yes...yes...." Through clenched teeth Nnamdi growled, "I'm going to cum...."

She grabbed his back, scratching him with her nails. I had never seen her so aroused in all our marriage. Nnamdi's balls pulled up closer to his body and his ass clenched. With one final thrust he let out a guttural moan and Nkiru screeched.

"Fuck yes! I feel you filling me! Fuck...yes!"

And so at that moment my wife was no longer just mine. Another man was filling her with his cum, and she welcomed it, encouraged it, needed it. I saw his ass clench and loosen, clench and loosen as he pumped and pumped into her. She whimpered as she accepted it. Soon he collapsed on her and they kissed for several seconds. When he rolled off of her, Nkiru's body glistened with their combined sweat. Her hair was a tangled mess. She had a serene look on her face. The air in the room hung heavy with their sexual musk.

I felt...I don't even know what I felt. My stomach was in knots. My cock was raging. Jealousy, frustration, pride, awe, and intense sexual arousal all battled within me. When Nkiru recovered a bit, she turned her head toward me and smiled a wicked smile. She cocked her finger, motioning me to come to her. Nnamdi sat back and watched as my wife took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. I could smell Nnamdi's cologne on Nkiru as we kissed. Her body was damp and relaxed below me. She sucked my tongue then kissed my cheek, my neck, then my ear lobe. She whispered in my ear, "thank you, Obinna, for letting me experience that. I love you so much."

I didn't know what to say, so I just said the first thing that came to me. "I love you, too." I think she needed to hear that, to know we hadn't destroyed our marriage. And we hadn't. Holding my wife and knowing that her body was overflowing with Nnamdi's cum, I still knew she loved me and I loved her and that we always would. I said to her, "you looked so beautiful with him. I can't believe how horny that made me, watching you."

She turned her head so she could look me in the eye, almost as if trying to gauge my sincerity. When I smiled at her and began rubbing my hard cock on her thigh, she knew I meant it.

"Would you do something for me?" she asked.

"Of course."

She reached down and caressed my balls ever so lightly. She lowered her eyes a bit then looked back up, like an innocent girl suddenly gone naughty. "Clean me."

My last fantasy was about to be fulfilled. Nkiru was laying there with a pussy full of cum and just asked me to eat it out of her. I felt exhilaration. I felt excitement. I also felt a bit humiliated. I glanced at Nnamdi and could tell he hadn't expected that, but it didn't look like it bothered him.

Then I kissed Nkiru square on the mouth. I proceeded to kiss down her neck, her chest, her cleavage. I detoured a bit to enjoy her full, soft breasts—so sensitive now due to the rough treatment Nnamdi gave them. I kissed them knowing he had just suckled. The intensity of the moment was building. I kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs. The closer I got to her pussy, the more I could smell their combined sex. I nuzzled in her feathery pubic hair then looked at her used pussy. Her lips were full and swollen. A sheen of her juice covered the entire area. And oozing from her I saw my best friend's cum. A glob of white semen was nestled between her lips, like a pearl in an oyster. I couldn't wait. I pressed my mouth to her pussy lips and kissed her. My tongue moved to where I had seen his cum and I licked. It tasted like her, but different. It tasted like adultery. I let out a soft moan, vibrating her clit. Nkiru stroked my hair and urged me on. "Yes, dear, eat it. Eat it all. Eat Nnamdi's cum from my cunt."

I licked and I sucked and I swallowed. I thrust my tongue as deeply insider her as I could, scooping Nnamdi's cum and eating it. After I thought I got it all, Nkiru contracted her muscles and I was rewarded with more cum. How much had he given her? I wondered. As I ate, Nkiru approached another orgasm. She squeezed my head with her thighs and held my face to her pussy. I managed to look up and saw that she had pulled Nnamdi down to her breasts which he was happily sucking on once again.

"Fuck...fuck...yes...fuck...." was all she could say as she came again.

After she came down from her latest orgasm, Nkiru said, "poor Obinna, you're the only one who hasn't cum yet."

I was well aware of that fact, but I knew what I wanted. I wasn't ready to cum yet, perhaps because I wasn't ready to let the fantasy end.

"If you two wouldn't mind, I like you to fuck again," I said.

Nnamdi just laughed and said, "no problem there!"

"Obinna, are you alright? Are we cool?" Nkiru was truly concerned.

"Oh, we're wonderful," I said. "I just have a specific idea for how I'd like this to wrap up."

After we all agreed to my plan, I went downstairs, still naked and hard, and left Nnamdi and Nkiru alone to fuck again. As I gathered our clothes, I heard our mattress squeak and headboard hit the wall, knowing my wife was getting fucked by someone else. My cock ached from being so hard for so long. My head swam with all my feelings. My balls were tight and ready to explode.

I remembered the panties she tossed at me just before she left the kitchen earlier that evening (it seemed like days ago). I fished them out of the pocket of my folded pants and laid back on the couch, listening to my wife and her lover. I dangled her panties over my cock, letting them lightly stroke me. Soon, they were wet with my pre-cum. Upstairs, the squeaking increased and Nnamdi and Nkiru became much more vocal.

I dragged the soft panty material across my balls and my cock twitched. I heard Nkiru shout out, "Fuck yes!" and Nnamdi yell, "I'm cumming!" I smiled with satisfaction.

I gave them a few minutes to recover before I picked up Nnamdi's clothes and the Hooters outfit. I walked naked up the stairs, my cock bobbing in front of me. When I entered the bedroom, Nkiru and Nnamdi were laying in each other's arms, softly kissing and stroking each other. For about the thousandth time that night, jealousy hit me like a ton of brick. They looked so contented together, so satisfied. I cleared my throat and they looked up, almost embarrassed by the position I caught them in. Nnamdi kissed Nkiru one more time then took his clothes into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I thought it odd that he would display modesty at that point, but perhaps he wanted to give Nkiru and me a moment alone.

I sat on the bed next to my naked and well fucked wife. I ran my fingers through her long, hair. She sighed and smiled, then took my hand in hers and kissed my fingers. "Thank you. I don't know how I can ever express what this meant to me."

"I know," I said. I glanced at her pussy. It was puffy, and very, very wet. Are you full again, just like we discussed?

She smiled at me and said, "what do you think?"

When she pulled the orange shorts on, she bent at the waist, thrusting her ass toward me. I saw the folds of her pussy and the hint of Nnamdi's cum. She shimmied them up her legs, then turned to me and played with her breasts, just showing them off.

At that point, Nnamdi walked back in, fully clothed. He stopped for a moment, taken in by the vision of Nkiru wearing only the orange shorts and playing with her breasts. She winked at him then pulled the t-shirt over her head and adjusted her breasts. Now, they were both dressed and I was still naked.

Nkiru assumed the role of the leader once again and said, "if you'll just follow me, gentlemen."

"No problem there!" Nnamdi said as we followed her down the stairs.

At the door, Nkiru and Nnamdi kissed long and deep.

"Thank you, Nnamdi."

"No, thank YOU," Nnamdi said. Then he turned to me. It was an awkward moment, with him fully dressed and me naked, not to mention the fact that he had just kissed my wife and thanked her for the wonderful fucking. He nodded at me and offered a mumbled, "thanks."

"You made our fantasies come true, Nnamdi," I said.

He smiled, seemingly relieved, and then left into the chilly evening.

Nkiru turned to me and threw her arms around me. She gave me a long, wet, sloppy, deep kiss. She reached down and stroked my cock and caressed my balls. "Now sir," she said, snapping into her best voice, "is there anything else I can get for you?"

"I hear your sloppy seconds are just wonderful."

"As a matter of fact they are, sir," she winked at me and gave a coy little jiggle of her bra-less breasts, "and they're very, very fresh." She turned and shook her lovely ass at me. "If you follow me, I'll serve you right away." With that she started up the stairs and I followed my cock right behind her.

The end

By

Big Tim