My best friend Carl had been home on leave from the military for two weeks, but between our work schedules and his visiting the members of his family, it was almost like he wasn't there at all. So with only one day left on his visit, Vivian and I decided to take him out and paint the town red. We ended up at the local meat market, drinking rattlesnakes and kamikazes while checking out the local action. Vivian and I did this on a regular basis, occasionally luring in a girl for a threesome.
  My wife is definitely a looker, just shy of six feet tall and model slender, leggy with a tight ass and great tits which were almost too large for her svelte frame. Her hair has always been dyed jet black and falls across her face and shoulders like ravens wings. Her eyes, large and pale green, jump out in contrast to the soft pallor of her skin and against the dark hair. We met years ago, coincidentally in the same bar, she told me she was a horny bitch then, and nothing has changed to this day. This is the reason we bring women home from time to time, to sate her lust, more so than my own. She always used her beauty and obvious sexuality to seduce young girls into our marriage bed. I don't mind this behavior at all, I mean, how many wives encourage their husbands to jam their cock into another woman while they watch?
  On this particular evening, Vivian was feeling rather saucy. I can always tell when she starts feeling a bit more than amorous, because she spends so much time discreetly teasing my cock while telling me what she would like to do with this girl or that one. So the game had begun, and she began asking my opinion of the talent walking around the bar. "What about that one?" she would ask.
  "Nah", I'd respond, "thick ankles."
  "How about her?"
  "Maybe, looks like she already has something going though."
  And thus the night progressed. Carl, for his part seemed to be uncomfortable. He had struck out with four or five different women before eleven and seemed uneasy around me and Vivian. Unfortunately, Carl wasn't much on looks, although he was a hell of a nice guy, but that doesn't mean much when all you're looking for is a shot of ass. He plunked down at the table, "Well this fucking sucks!" he exclaimed frustrated. "I'm never going to get laid at this rate."
  A long smile came across Vivian's face. At first I thought it was because of my aching erection, which she held tightly in her hand, but then, I realized what had gotten her juices going. "I guarantee you'll get laid tonight Carl. Even if I have to fuck you myself."
  Carl didn't even look up from his drink, he knew Vivian well enough to know she was a big tease. Hell, she had even offered, jokingly, to fuck him before. This unnerved Carl a bit, because he, like most everyone else, wanted desperately to get between Vivian's legs. And Viv had done her best to torment him for years, wearing short skirts with no panties and bending over in front of him; walking naked from the bathroom to the bedroom whenever he stayed with us; and occasionally, for fun, flashing her large, round tits at him.
  Vivian was serious this time though, even though Carl didn't realize it. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't mind Scott, but the thought of fucking Carl, of his cock and yours at the same time real has my motor running. It must be that whole taboo thing about fucking another guy in front of my husband. Can we, please?!?" she pleaded.
  In our four years together, I had never even thought of bringing another man into our bedroom, we had been with at least twenty different women, but never another man. I didn't know how to feel about it, but I knew I would have to face this prospect eventually. If there was going to be another man fucking my wife, I would definitely want it to be Carl. I looked up at Carl who was still hoping to find some luck on the dance floor, "What do ya say bud? Feel like giving me a hand satisfying this lovely lady?"
  Now Carl looked at me with disbelief. He knew that I wasn't joking. His drink hit the table hard and he stood up. He walked over to Vivian and planted a deep wet kiss on her and reached up her skirt and rubbed her wet box. He was testing me and Viv, for that matter. I must admit, I felt funny watching another man kiss and fondle my wife, but my cock was aching far too much for me to protest at all. This was going to happen, and now I wanted it to happen too.
  The ride home was silent, and seemed to take forever, Carl had joined Vivian in the back seat and they were kissing and petting heavily. Fortunately, we only lived a few blocks from the bar, and soon found ourselves in the house, stripping as we went, and into the bedroom. Vivian was the first one undressed, as usual. I was still fumbling with my belt, but Carl had already stripped to his boxers. Viv grabbed him by the front of the waistband and pulled him over to her. She jerked down the boxers with one, fluid motion and out sprang Carl's enormous cock. I couldn't believe it myself, I'm fairly well hung with seven and a half thick inches, but Carl's meat was at least nine or ten and as big around as a soda can. Vivian's eyes opened wide with lust and challenge. Her mouth opened wide and began to devour him. At first she choked a bit, trying to take too much, too quickly, but she found her pace and after a few seconds was taking him deeply. Carl had grabbed a handful of her dark hair and guided her pace, fucking her mouth viciously.
  Somehow, I managed to get my pants off and crawled on the bed. I began kissing, then biting Vivian's back and neck. Carl's hand had already found it's way to Vivian's silky folds and he finger fucked her while she continued to suck his cock.
  Carl was anything but gentle as he fucked Vivian's face, he had wanted this for a long time, and now we all knew how badly. Vivian continued up and down his cock at the furious pace he had set, choking on occasion, but completely enticed by his manhood. Carl pulled her mouth away from his cock and threw her on her back. He buried his face between her thighs and licked her sloppy pussy. Vivian has always been very vocal and she squealed rhythmically with his crude lapping. From my vantage point I could see that he had at least two or three fingers rammed up her cunt. I sat there, watching my best friend eating out my wife and her loving every bit of it. My cock was rock hard and I began stroking furiously. She called his name, "God yes, Carl, eat my fucking pussy! That feels so fucking good!"
  Finally he rolled her over forcefully, pulling her up by her hips until she was on all fours, like a dog. He rubbed his massive cock along Vivian's pussy and ass, "Tell me you want it bitch!" he barked.
  "God, yes, Carl, I want it!"
  "What do you want, slut!"
  "I want your big cock Carl!"
  "Where do you want it?"
  "In my pussy Carl! I want your cock in my pussy!"
  "Beg, whore!"
  "Please! Please, Carl!" Vivian pleaded, "Please fuck my pussy with that huge hard cock! Please fuck me, baby!"
  Carl didn't hesitate once he got Vivian to beg, and he slid his man meat into her dripping, hot pussy. Vivian's jaw dropped as he penetrated her, and as he pushed his way in, it took her breath away. She gasped for air as he drove her to the hilt. Carl grabbed her by the hips tightly, so she could wiggle away, but Vivian wanted every inch of his cock and met him, thrust for thrust.
  I had never seen Vivian so submissive, or so turned on. I cannot even begin to describe the look of lust in her pale green eyes when she managed to open them and stare at me. It was pure ecstasy for her, as Carl drove her harder and harder. He had released her hips by now, realizing that she wouldn't try to get away from him, but he had taken another handful of her raven hair and wound it around his hand, forcing her up to him so that he could kiss and nibble on her. The sex was as loud as anything I had ever heard, they bantered back and forth; "You like that baby? You like my cock?!?"
  "Fuck yes! Fuck me Carl, fuck me like the pig I am! Rip my pussy open baby! Harder! Give me your cock! I'm your cum slut!"
  And between their words, the wet sloppy and slapping sound of the friction between their bodies.
  Watching the two of them go at it like animals, watching another man make my wife cum over and over again, drove me mad with desire. I could feel pre-cum rolling down the side of my engorged penis. The sight of her tits jiggling hard back and forth was more than I could bear. I pushed my throbbing member into her mouth, and Vivian sucked on it hungrily. The pure force of their fucking forced her mouth down to the base of my cock and rapidly back up.
  Vivian had never fucked me like she was fucking Carl, I had never seen anything like it. They had a heat, a chemistry while fucking as powerful as any force on earth. Something about the way he degraded her had turned her on and taken her to another level. Vivian fucked with such an intensity that it frightened me. Her pussy continued to make wet slapping sounds, and she seemed to be fighting harder and harder to contain herself, but she couldn't. She pulled her face from my cock and screamed louder with each orgasm, her eyes rolled back into her head and her head swayed and bobbed involuntarily. Finally, Carl could bear no more of her heat, and exploded inside of Vivian with a series of quick, hard, short strokes. He grunted like an animal, and bit Vivian's shoulder hard. When he had finished, his body seemed to fall off of my wife's and he collapsed against the headboard.
  Vivian wasn't through yet, though. She looked at me like a ravaged beast and pushed me on my back. "You're going to fuck me, dog!" she she commanded. She had always been very aggressive in the bedroom, but now she had gone over the top. For a moment, she hovered over my stiff member, which enjoyed an agony of pleasure and pain. Carl's hot cum dripped from her pussy, and droplets of it rolled off onto the head of my dick. Vivian put her fingers between her legs and collected some of Carl's jism on her fingertips. She brought her hand to her mouth and put her fingers in and moaned playfully at the taste of his juices. Vivian reached between her legs again for another taste, but this time, it was for me, as she smeared my best friend's semen around and in my mouth. "Tastes good, doesn't he?!?" she chided, as she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. Her pussy was still filled with Carl's cum, which felt warm and exotic to me. She knelt over me, kissing me deeply, sharing Carl's cum with me again. She began whispering to me while she rocked her hips back and forth, "Do you like to watch me fuck your friends? Carl was great, he was a better fuck than you. Best I've ever had, in fact. His cock felt so good inside of me..." she went on and on. The humiliation made me fuck harder and harder and drove me mad, with passion, with jealousy, with rage and with lust. My wife droned on, stopping only for brief moments when she was overtaken by an orgasm.
  By now, Carl had revived himself again, and his cock stood tall, waiting for more action. He stood on the bed, next to Vivian, offering his cock to her again. Vivian's lips parted and accepted his meat once more. Her fucking grew strikingly more aggressive as she pleasure Carl anew, almost to the point of pain.
  Although Carl was in heaven with her tongues around his member, Viv had something else in mind. She slowly came off his cock, teasing and flicking the tip of it. "Carl, I want you in my pussy again" she said, almost pleading, "Scott can't fill me up the way you do. I want you, please." Viv's body pressed down atop of me, she bore down her hips to hold my member in. Carl got behind her, and I could feel the tip of his cock running up and down Viv's wet slit. His cock rubbed against mine as he strained to press it in. The walls of Viv's cunt were already aching from the pounding he had given her earlier, but she greedily accepted the punishment again. It took a moment, and Viv and I remain perfectly still while Carl forced entry. Carefully, he began his stroke, Viv gasping for air. My cock was trapped between Carl's shaft and and the walls of Vivian's cunt, and it felt like a hand grabbing me tightly, jerking me off, wet and painfully. The friction built quickly, and I was pinned beneath the weight of my two lovers and the force of their fucking. Carl remained deep in her, violating Vivian with short, hard thrusts, while I could barely manage to buck my hips in my confinement. Both Carl and I grunted at the sensation of our cocks rubbing together in my wife's wet snatch. Vivian continued gasping for air, only letting out quite moan and squeals between breaths. Tear of pleasure flowed down her face, as she was filled in a manner she had never felt before. Her tits rubbed against my chest, her hair tickled my face and neck, her juices flowed freely, lubricating the soft skin of the two hard-on's inside her. My balls tightened as I looked at the rapture on my wife's face. My orgasm came quickly and powerfully, exploding long streams of spunk into her.
  My wad provided more lube for the fucking, and both Carl and Viv boosted the tempo of their coupling. I slid down and out of her slowly, providing a bit more room for Carl to finish his work. Again, they were fucking hard, the force of him driving her forward, until her tits dangled just above my face. I took one in my mouth and bit her nipple, causing her to scream ecstatically. Carl slammed her home, harder and harder, "I'm coming baby! I'm coming!" He grabbed Viv by the hips and ground his hips into her, releasing a second load of hot cum.
  As soon as he had finished, he fell back against the bed, and Viv dropped down on top of me, completely exhausted. I woke up in an empty bed the next morning, my body aching from the night before. My stomach had a thick, crusty film of dried cum on it and everything that had happened the night before seemed like a dream. From the bathroom I could hear the shower and the sounds of Vivian and Carl going at it again, but I didn't care.
  Shortly after noon, we piled into the Jeep and took Carl to the airport. Vivian sat in the back seat with him and gave him a quick blowjob as we went. I watched the action in the rearview mirror.
  Carl's flight took off at two o'clock and we waited until the plane was taxiing down the runway before we left. I asked Vivian if she enjoyed herself last night, and was answered with a hot, deep kiss that tasted of Carl's cum. In six weeks, Carl will be discharged from the service and Vivian thought it would be a good idea if he stayed with us until he had made the transition back to civilian life. Seeing the smile on her face, I offered no objection.