Lisa, 36, had been dripping wet since the moment Derek walked into their living room. Mike, her 38-year-old husband, had set this up weeks ago after months of dirty pillow talk about sharing her. Derek was 42, tall, broad-shouldered, with a cock that hung heavy even soft. Now it was rock hard and veined, the fat head already glistening with pre-cum as he stood in front of the couch where Lisa knelt naked on the cushions.
"Open that pretty mouth, baby," Derek growled, fisting the base of his shaft. "Show your husband how you take a real cock."
Lisa's lips parted. She leaned forward and let the thick head slide over her tongue. Her jaw stretched around the girth immediately, the corners of her mouth pulling tight as she worked more of him inside. The salty-bitter taste of him coated her tongue. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and the wet slurping sound filled the room. Derek's hand went to the back of her head, guiding her deeper until the head bumped the back of her throat. She gagged once, thick saliva spilling down his shaft, but kept going, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm while spit ran in strings from her chin.
Behind her, Mike dropped to his knees on the floor. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Fuck, look at this pussy," he muttered. "Soaked already." His tongue dragged flat and slow from her clit up through her folds, then circled the tight ring of her asshole before diving back down. Two fingers pushed inside her cunt without warning, curling hard against her front wall. Lisa moaned around Derek's cock, the vibration making him twitch in her throat. Mike pumped his fingers in a fast, relentless rhythm while his tongue flicked her swollen clit in tight circles. Every time she tried to pull off Derek's cock to breathe, Mike's fingers drove deeper, forcing another gagging, wet sound from her.
Derek pulled back just enough to let her gasp. "Tell him how it feels, slut."
"So fucking full," Lisa panted, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. "His tongue and fingers... I'm gonna come if he keeps—"
Mike didn't let her finish. He sucked her clit between his lips and fucked her harder with three fingers now, the wet squelching obscene. Lisa's thighs shook. Her orgasm hit fast and sharp; her cunt clamped down around Mike's fingers in pulsing waves while she screamed around Derek's cock, more spit flooding out. Derek held her head steady and pushed back into her throat, using her mouth through the climax.
"Good girl," Mike praised, pulling his soaked fingers free and standing. "Now get on your back."
They moved her to the wide sectional. Lisa lay on her back, head hanging slightly over the edge. Derek stepped up and fed his cock straight down into her open mouth again, this time at a better angle for deep-throating. Mike climbed between her spread thighs, lined his own thick cock up with her entrance, and pushed in one smooth thrust. Lisa's back arched hard. The stretch was intense—Mike was thick too, and she felt every ridge as her pussy opened around him. The fullness made her whimper around the cock in her throat.
Mike started fucking her with long, deep strokes, the wet sound of her cunt taking him loud and filthy. Each thrust shoved her further onto Derek's cock. Spit-roasted exactly like she'd begged for. Derek's balls slapped her forehead while Mike's hips smacked her ass. "That's it," Derek groaned. "Take both our cocks like the married slut you are."
Mike reached down and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles while he pounded her. "Come again. Come on my cock while you choke on his."
Lisa's second orgasm built differently—deeper, rolling through her whole body. Her legs locked around Mike's waist. Her cunt fluttered and then seized in hard, rhythmic contractions that milked his cock. She screamed around Derek again, muffled and desperate. Mike kept pounding through it, chasing his own release, his grip tightening on her hips.
Afterward, they gave her a moment to breathe. She lay sprawled between them, chest heaving, makeup wrecked, thighs slick. Mike stroked her hair. Derek handed her a glass of water from the coffee table.
"You good?" Mike asked.
Lisa laughed—a real, satisfied laugh. "Better than good." She looked at Derek, then back at her husband. "When can we do this again?"
Mike grinned. Derek started getting hard again almost immediately. The night, as it turned out, was far from over.
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