I was just a young officer’s wife when Scott went through his initial training in the Army after he graduated from ASU ROTC as a second lieutenant. He found a small apartment off base and brought me out to stay with him. He had written and spoken on the phone with me about his new friend and fellow officer, Kenny. My husband joked with me about how large Ken’s cock was and that I should try it. The first weekend spent at our apartment and my introduction to his friend was awkward. Another round of beers was opened and my glass was refilled, and I saw Scott looking at Ken, who just winked. I had a feeling there and then that my tits would soon be out on display to all. Therefore, I decided to break the ice and jump right in.
“Well, can I see it?” I asked, as I took a long drink of my beer.
I was nervous and I really did want to see it. They laughed again and Scott said to Ken, “She does have a nice set of tits,” and then looked at me and smiled. “Show him honey!”
I looked at him, took another drink of my beer and my hands shook as I put the glass back onto the table. I smiled; it was a nervous smile, but I stood up, still smiling, fingers trembling as I lifted up the front of my top to reveal my red lace brassiere. I know I was blushing; I could feel my face go the color of the bra. They were looking at me, I was looking at them. My husband was smiling, no, he was grinning. I took the top off and stood there in front of them dressed in jeans and a bra. I tried to smile, but it was a nervous smile. I cupped my breasts as I looked at them and then I pulled the tops of my 36DD cups down to reveal my breasts. I knew my nipples were hard. I looked at them, Scott still grinning, and Ken with his eyes locked on my now semi naked breasts and hard ½ inch nipples.
“Not enough, Donna, take it off!” Scott said to me.
I looked at him, his face still held the grin. I shrugged my shoulders, reached behind me and unclipped the brassiere, letting it fall to the floor. I now stood there, facing them, topless with my breasts bare for their eyes. I needed another drink, so I reached down for my glass and drank the rest of the beer before replacing the now empty glass. I still stood there in front of them. The blushing had gone, the shaking fingers had gone, the nerves had gone. I smiled at them; my husband’s grin had been replaced with a broad smile, and his eyes sparkled with both pride and lust. I looked at him and then to Ken as I cupped my breasts. I ran my thumbs over my hard nipples as I sat back down and refilled my empty beer glass. As I reached for my top, I looked at Scott and he was still smiling, but also shook his head telling me not to put the top back on. I smiled as I took a drink from my glass. (I was mesmerized at the stare Ken was giving me from my nude display. My nipples were aching and tingling and I saw Scott’s hand go to his groin to adjust himself.
I knew then he was either getting hard or was hard. I wondered if Ken was getting the same way too. I wondered if I would ever get to see this apparent big cock of his. I also wondered what the hell I would do when I did see it, and where all this was going. I put those thoughts out of my mind as I cupped my breasts again, jiggling them as I let out a giggle for my admirers.
“Come on then, fair is only fair!” I said with a pout, as I ran my thumbs over my nipples again and then pinched them with my fingers and thumbs, making sure to make direct eye contact with Ken.
I was still wondering if I would get to see it, and then Scott turned to Ken and said, “Well, I guess she has a point” and he laughed as he stood up and unzipped his jeans.
I was so hoping that Ken was going to do the same. “Hey, that’s cheating; you told me I’d get to see Ken’s cock not yours!” I said, as I watched my husband take out his semi erect cock.
He just laughed as he held it in his hand, and as I reached for my top he sat down and said, “Okay, fair is fair,” and then looked at Ken giving him a wink.
Ken looked at me as he stood up, and already I could see the outline of his growing cock in his jeans and if that wasn’t a pair of socks down there, then he was indeed big. As he reached for his zipper, I reached for more beer, my throat was dry and I licked my lips after taking a drink. I licked my lips again as he reached inside. I squirmed as he pulled it out.
I said, “Fuck!” as I saw it and Scott certainly wasn’t lying; it was big, thick too. “Fuck,” was the only word I could say as he showed me just half of it, and it wasn’t even hard.
My eyes were locked on his cock. I felt my breathing increase, and although I didn’t want to, I couldn’t stop my fingers from playing with my nipples again. “Oh fuck!” was all I said when I saw him open his jeans and the whole length came into view. I’d seen big cocks, but only in the porn movies up to that time of my life, but never one in the flesh so to speak, and this one was all flesh and a lot of it too. My hands cupped my breasts as I stared at Ken’s monster. My fingers took hold of my nipples again. I looked at Scott; he smiled and nodded in the direction of Ken. I gave him a quizzed look for I wasn’t sure what he meant. He nodded again.
“Surely not; surely he didn’t want me to play with it did he?” I thought to myself.
We had dabbled in sex with friends and I had swung with my first husband, but we had only begun discussing an open-marriage recently. I reached for my beer glass again. I needed a drink and now I needed the glass refilled and reached for the nearly empty bottle that was now empty as I poured the rest of the contents into my glass. I took another drink and looked over at Scott. He was still smiling and his semi erect cock was still out of his jeans, as was Ken’s cock. I smiled at them both as I took another deep swig of my beer and put the glass back on the table. My nipples tingled as I took hold of them again. I knew that they were both looking at me, and I was getting a little more excited as I tugged on my nipples. I looked back at my hubby and he smiled as he took hold of his cock and began to play with himself, and that is when I understood his nodding.
He DID want me to play with Ken, and then the tingling increased once I understood that. I now wished I had a skirt on instead of these jeans. I pinched my nipples again as I looked at both cocks and smiled as Scott’s cock stiffened, and then looked at Ken’s cock again and his too was beginning to grow bigger. I couldn’t stop myself from tugging harder on my nipples, pulling on them and I was so wet now it was becoming unbearable. I just sat there, playing with my tits and nipples, watching two men, one a stranger, playing with their cocks. I was wet, very wet, soaking wet in fact. I looked at Scott, he made a motion with his eyes and mouthed what I thought was ‘undress’. I looked at him again, he mouthed the same word. I squeezed my nipples harder, almost letting out a squeal as my fingers tugged on them. I glanced down at ken’s hand that was now running very slowly over his cock. Ken was now very hard and I was very wet.
I stood up and felt their eyes following my fingers as I unzipped my jeans, and then the button holding them together. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled the jeans over my hips. Scott, of course, would have already known that I would be naked underneath my jeans. I was always naked underneath my outer clothes. I never wore any underwear except to work and church. This fact would soon come to Ken’s knowledge too as I slid them over my hips and then down my thighs. I heard an intake of breath and it wasn’t mine as the jeans fell to the floor. I kicked them off and stood there totally naked and feeling very hot and horny. I looked at Scott and smiled as I sat back down and picked up my glass to drain the last of the beer.
“We need some ‘Jack’ Honey,” I said to Scott as I placed the glass back on the table and watched him tuck his cock back into his jeans and stand up. I looked at Ken, well more at his cock, as I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs as I did, and watched him watching me as my fingers ran up and down my very wet shaved slit. Scott came back with the ‘J.D.’ as my forefinger slipped inside my slit, burying it deep inside my pussy. My husband knows I get openly sexual when drinking whiskey. I didn’t stop fingering myself as he replenished my now empty glass; I was too busy looking at the monster growing and too busy thinking about it buried deep inside me. I watched Scott has he sat back down and his grin returned as he in turn watched me finger fucking myself. I then watched as he unzipped himself and took out his hard cock again. I smiled and smiled again when my hubby nodded in the direction of his friend. I knew what he meant and what he wanted me to do.
I stood up, licked my finger clean as I walked over to Ken and sunk to my knees and rested my hands upon his thighs. I looked at him and smiled as I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock which he was still holding. As I took the head to the monster cock into my mouth, he thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock into my mouth. I reached up, tugged at the jeans and managed to pull them down to his ankles and then helped him out of them. His cock in my mouth throbbed and I wanted to feel that throbbing inside my very hot and wet pussy. His cock slipped from my mouth as I stood up and placed my legs either side of his thighs; his strong thighs. I took hold of his cock and guided him into my wet pussy. I moaned as I lowered myself onto him. It filled me, filled me wonderfully as I sunk onto him. I let out another moan as he grabbed my hips, slamming upwards, driving his thick hard cock deep and hard into me. I saw Scott stand up, remove his jeans, and move towards me holding his cock. I smiled as his cock brushed my lips; I let out a deep moan as I felt Ken’s fingers take my nipples as my mouth closed around my husband’s cock.
Ken slammed upwards, Scott thrust forwards; both were filling me to the hilt with their shafts. I moaned on Scott’s cock as I felt Ken’s fingers tugging and pulling on my nipples. I enjoyed the pain and pleasure, the exciting pain of having my nipples treated that way. I was enjoying a strange fat cock in my pussy and a hard cock in my mouth. I was enjoying his fingers pulling and twisting my nipples, his upwards thrusting of his hips that powered that big fat cock deep inside me. I enjoyed the throbbing cock of my husband in my mouth, cupping his balls wanting him to cum in my mouth. I didn’t have to wait too long for that to happen as I massaged his balls, and I knew he was close as he groaned out. I sucked harder; I let him fuck my mouth, letting him grasp my hair as he pulled my face down onto his cock; his cock that was ready to shoot his cum into my mouth.
I felt my own orgasm building as Ken continued to forcibly fuck me, the pain, the nice pain of his thick cock filling me, stretching me. My own body shook as I felt his cock hold there, clenching my muscles around it, pumping it as my juices began to freely flow over his cock and down the insides of my thighs. I had to let Scott’s cock go as the orgasm ran through me; I had to let out a scream as the flowing juices continued. Scott grabbed my hair again, pulling me roughly back onto his cock, growling at me, to me, telling me to suck it. He slammed his cock into my mouth and held my head still. I felt the pumping; I felt the warm fluids hitting the back of my throat, I had to swallow as fast as I could. I’d never known Scott to shoot that much before, he was flooding my mouth and I was struggling to swallow it all without spilling any. I didn’t stop sucking until I felt Scott push me away. I looked up at him as I swallowed the last drop and he smiled like a Cheshire Cat, knowing his young wife was being filled in both orifices.
Ken’s cock was pounding me so hard it was hurting, but the hurt was a pleasant hurt and one that I was enjoying and one that was so fucking close to bringing me off again. I was closer, he was close, I needed one more before he exploded, just one more, please, just one more. I slammed up and down, feeling the wonderful pain as he stretched me, as he filled me. “Pinch my nipples!” I uttered “Pinch my fucking nipples!” I moaned, and as he did, it sent me over the top and the orgasm hit me, ran through me. I let out a scream as I felt my juices flowing, my legs trembled, and my nipples ached. I sat there, tight on him, his cock buried so deep, so filling. He was close; I knew that as I got off of him and looked down at his cock, a cock covered in my juices. I sunk to my knees, took his cock in my hand and looked up at him, I smiled as my tongue snaked out, licking his shaft, cleaning his cock of my juices as my hand worked up and down on his cock.
I took the head in my pussy and winced as he tried to push his whole cock into my cervix. I worked with my hips and vaginal muscles and suddenly felt him hold my butt cheeks still, his cock worked faster and then I felt it, I felt the first stream, then the second. I milked his shaft eagerly, quickly not wanting to spill a drop. The third stream was followed by the fourth and last as I took his cock as deep as I could, clenching the very life out of it and his balls. I stood, still holding his cock in my womb and then turned to Scott and smiled. I sat back on the couch, my legs wide open, allowing my hubby to see his friend’s huge deposit leaking from his freshly fucked young wife’s vagina. I needed one more, just one more. I closed my eyes, held my pussy open and my fingers worked fast and furious on my clit, rubbing it hard as I bought myself to my final orgasm of the night in front of my two lovers.
I let out a big sigh, a sigh of happiness and contentment as Scott refilled my glass again. I looked at him and said, “When is Ken cumming back? Maybe we’ll invite a third friend!”
We all laughed and clinked glasses.
