Sharing My Husband

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“Man, that was scary!”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh, please, you were so scared you didn’t want to have your feet touch the floor.”

“Aw, baby, were the monsters gonna come out to bite you?”

“I just felt like reclining my legs, is that alright with you two?”

“Sure.”

“No need to get so defensive.”

“I don’t know if I like being teamed up on.”

“You sure about that?”

“Come on, we’re fun!”

“Probably too much. Hey babe, mind grabbing those glasses? ”

“Here you go.”

“Oh, please, let me do the dishes!”

“Don’t be silly. You’re our guest of honor. ”

“Oh shoot! What time is it?”

“Almost midnight.”

“That’s way too late to drive home. Just crash here ”

“It’s fine! Don’t worry about me.”

“Babe, I love you, but there’s no way I’m letting you leave here. We got that pull-out couch for a reason. ”

“Are you sure it wouldn’t put you guys out?”

“Not at all. The bedroom’s down the hall.”

“Well… Okay. Thanks, guys.”

“What are friends for?”

As my friend takes off her sweater, revealing a thin tank top, and crawls back onto the couch, lying down, I go over to the lamp, turning it off.

“Night, babe.”

“Don’t be afraid to crawl into bed if you have bad dreams.”

“Night, guys!”

While our friend settles in, my husband and I make our way down the hall to our bedroom. We always leave the door slightly open so there can be a cross breeze through the house, so we’re a little quieter than usual, so we don’t disturb our friend.

“God, I love you for making me get the stupidly expensive, 500-thread-count sheets.”

“See? You made fun of me, but there was something to it.”

“I guess. Goodnight, sweetie. ”

“Goodnight”

“Baby…”

“Did you get a new body wash or something?”

“No?”

“Well, something is driving me fucking insane.”

I feel my husband’s large, strong hands skate down my neck as he kisses me.

I feel weirdly needy tonight, like I’m a horny teenager or something, and as his hands trail down to my bare breasts, thumbing the nipple, something ignites in me.

“Shhh… Baby, I need you to be quiet.”

“Sorry, I hope I wasn’t loud, I just feel so…”

“Yeah. I feel it too. ”

“We should probably go to bed, though. I mean she’s right there on the couch. These walls aren’t exactly soundproof. ”

“You think I don’t know how to make you quiet?”

“Oh, fuck…”

My husband moves down the bed, trailing kisses on my breasts, biting playfully at my nipple. I half-hope he’ll stay there ‘cause it feels so fucking good, but when he moves down even further, between my legs, I lift my hips in anticipation.

“You want it that bad, huh?”

He grabs my hips, angling me upward, then stares down at my pussy.

His face is just barely illuminated in the moonlight coming from the window and the small sliver of light from the cracked door, so I can only assume I’m the same. In the dark, he gently pinches my nipples, then leans down between my legs

“Remember—be quiet.”

He swipes up my cunt with his tongue, and I have to immediately stifle a cry. His tongue works quickly and smoothly, and I can tell I was already wet to begin with. Usually, it takes a while for me to build up desire, but tonight, I was ready from “go.”

He’s eager and burning, too—I can tell. He licks me confidently, pushing inside me before backing off and swirling around my clit. He forms a rhythm, and it doesn’t take long for pleasure to start building at my core. He gives my clit a long swipe, gently bites it, then pushes in a single digit.

“I thought you said you were gonna be quiet.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“Put your fist in your mouth.”

“Hmm-mmm.”

I do as he says, putting my fist in my mouth to stifle myself, but it’s not easy—he might be taking a break with his mouth, but his fingers still pumped in and out of my cunt.

He bends down again, eating me out again, and I bite down harder on my fist, spit coating my hand as he rapidly licks my clit. I buck my hips, but he manages to hold me down, pressing on my torso with his forearm.

As pleasure builds in my core and I feel my clit throbbing, I reach down to come through my husband’s hair.

But as I sit up slightly, I feel the small sliver of light from the doorway has gotten wider. And when I look up, I see my friend, illuminated in the doorway.

We lock eyes. I’m about to tell my husband to stop, but his tongue enters my cunt again, and I lose all my breath.

And when I see her mouth parted, standing in her skimpy little tank top and thong… I think she likes it.

Holy shit—she likes it

I open my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure. It’s all so fucking hot, I feel like I could cum any second, but I want to draw this out, make this dream last for as long as possible.

My friend lifts a single finger to her lips, then reaches down and slowly begins peeling off her tiny tank top. It doesn’t take much effort to pull it off, revealing her full breasts. I watch her play with her nipples, then move down slowly to her thong. She reaches in and starts touching herself.

I arch my back as my husband eats me out. It’s almost too much, feeling the pleasure thrumming through me as my husband kisses my cunt while my friend watches from the doorway. It’s so weird, but I think it’s also the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My eyes lock onto hers as her hand increases speed and she braces herself against the door for support. As we look at one another, I know it’s turning her to watch me come apart. She gives me a little nod of encouragement, and I’m sent over the edge.

“Oh my God.”

“I know.”

My husband spins around, startled.

“What are you–?”

“Sorry, I was looking for an extra pillow, then heard something, and I got curious, so I”

With her breasts fully out and her hand still in her thong, it’s pretty clear what she’s been getting up to.

“There’s still room in the bed. Right, babe?”

“Uh, yeah. Definitely.”

My husband’s eyes roam down my friend’s body. Given how unbelievable she looks, I think this is beyond his wildest fantasies.

She closes the door behind her and walks over to the bed, and I hold out my hand to help her up. She leans in and kisses me.

As her hands move down my torso, gently fingering the outline of my breasts, I feel my husband’s warm hand press against my bare, soaking pussy.

I reach over to my friend, then feel down her stomach, lightly touching her pubic bone.

I move my hand down, feeling slick wet on her pussy.

“Did you get wet watching me?”

“Yes.”

I circle two digits around her clit, moving them back and forth. I work gently at first, then, when she gives a little moan, I move my fingers faster.

The whole time, I feel my husband’s hand pumping in and out of me. As good as it feels, I want to make sure my friend is feeling just as good. It gives me an idea.

“Holy shit, so hot.”

“Get on top of me.”

I remove my hand, and my friend does as I say, feeling in the dark until I feel her warm calves straddling me.

“Baby, can you help me with her?”

My husband doesn’t hesitate—taking out his finger from my pussy and moving towards us. I can hear them kiss, and I take his hand, leading him towards her clit.

“Oh, fuck…”

I pull her down onto me and I start eating her out, focusing my tongue on her entrance while my husband holds her steady and rubs her clit.

“Oh! Oh my God!”

I feel her thighs shaking as we continue. I can feel her wanting to thrash and buck, but my husband manages to keep her still. Then I lick just above her entrance, and it seems to hit her at just the right spot, because she arches and—

I can feel her pussy clenching as she’s sent over the edge and—fuck—I’m so turned on it feels like I could cum from one touch.

Her hips move slowly along my tongue, still on the comedown, and I’m in no hurry to let her go. Then, shaking, she lifts herself off of me.

“That was so fucking hot, baby.”

My neediness has a solution, because I feel my husband moving over me.

“Holy fuck.”

I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance, and I’m so wet, the rest slides in easily.

As he fucks me, I feel another pair of hands running along my chest, then moving up to my neck. Delicately, my friend brushes a bit of hair from my face, then kisses me.

The whole thing is filthy and perfect—my husband fucking me hard and fast while my friend innocently kisses me.

“You made me cum so hard, baby”

Then my husband lifts my legs so my calves rest on his shoulders.

The sudden angle change hits my core, and pleasure starts to build hard and fast in my pussy. As he does, my friend’s hand trails down my sternum to my breasts, circling my nipple.

“Oh my God.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I’m getting close, and my husband knows it. My pussy starts clenching around his cock as I feel him start to lose control. His cock is throbbing inside me as my friend leans down to take my breast in her mouth. It all feels fucking amazing. It’s too much and I’m tingling all over, my vision going white from pleasure.

Then, at the very edge, my friend removes my breast from her mouth and kisses me. Then she whispers something barely an inch from my lips.

“Do I get to watch you come again, baby?”

“Oh, fuck.”

My eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as I cum. As my pussy clenches, I feel my husband’s cum inside me.

“Holy fuck.”

Slowly, I try to adjust, but my husband’s cock is still inside of me. He slides it out and I feel his cum leaking out of me.

“Yeah.”

My friend leans over and kisses me. I smile into her mouth, happy and sated.

“I think that was maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Yeah, that was kind of insane.”

“Yeah, I feel like when we said ‘group movie night,’ this wasn’t exactly what we had in mind.”

“Not exactly - but I’m not complaining.”

“How do you guys feel about watching another movie?”

“I’m so down.”

“Here, your choice. I’ll get you girls some water.”

My husband hands our friend the remote, then heads for the kitchen.

My friend lies down beside me and we cuddle close together, our bodies perfectly molded to one another.

“What do you feel like watching?”

“Hmmm… Anything scary.”

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