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Game Day by Nicoloco (MF, MMF, oral, anal, DP) 

Copyright 2013, Nicolo Parenti. No commercial use without permission.

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A newly single guy gets a big surprise when a co-worker's wife stops over.

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I was roused from a Saturday afternoon couch nap by an insistent knocking on
my apartment door. Rubbing my face to wipe out the sleep stripes, I glanced
at the television to see a golf match. Huh. I must have really gone out.
Last I remembered there was a ball game on. Who watches TV golf?

I've been in this apartment since my divorce about a year ago. It's not the
big suburban home we had, but it's no hovel. Plus, no lawn chores, no snow
removal, no repairs. Life's got tradeoffs, and if this is what it costs to
end a bad marriage, well, I'm doing better than her. Lucky for us, no kids.

I opened the door to an unexpected sight: the wife of one of my co-workers,
Mike, nicely turned out in a slinky cocktail dress and heels. She wasn't
exactly tapping her foot, but you could see she was revving. I struggled in
my stupor to figure out why she was here. I mainly remembered her because
she was the hottest of all the office spouses. Had I forgotten a meeting?
Did she need help?

"Marie, hey, ah, what are you... I mean, how are you? What's going on? Is
Mike OK? Are you OK?"

She eased her way past me into the apartment. From the way she scanned the
room I think she'd expected bachelor squalor, but that wasn't my style. A
decorator had supplied me with 'tastefully understated masculine' to the
tune of a few thousand, and I kept it shipshape. Well, dusted.

As she checked the place out, I did the same to her. Five-five, 110 lbs or
so, styled red-blonde hair, about my age at thirty-four. Nice trim shape, a
runner's body with B-cup tits, strong calves, tight ass. Easy to see because
she was dressed to show it, ready for a night out followed by a morning in.
And if those pokies were any clue, not encumbered by feminine undergarments.

She stopped and half-turned to me. "John, would you say I'm fuckable?"

I was not ready for that. I mean, would you be? Plus, I was still muzzy from
the doze, so my response was a bit below par. Ok, well below par. In fact,
it was a gaping stammer, a slack-jawed, mumbling "Wha huh?"

She displayed some impatience. "Am I attractive, John, sexually desirable,
somebody men would like to take to bed...? You know, fuckable?"

"Well, shit Marie, sure you are. You know that. Men must hit on you all the
time. Lots of guys would love to be in Mike's pants. Shoes. 'Fuckable' is
weak, you're better than that, but sure, you're a ten in my book." What the
hell was this? I looked around for the crew from Punk'd.

"Then prove it." She turned her back to me. "Zip me out of this dress, take
me somewhere and fuck me."

I'm slow sometimes, but when you get my attention I can focus OK. Marie had
my attention. Why did I just obey? I don't really know. Maybe when a sexy
woman says 'fuck me' it short-circuits the male brain. I lowered the zipper
to her waist, revealing a soft, tanned back and confirming the absence of a
bra. She shrugged off the sleeves and wriggled a delectable ass out of the
bottom half. And still by god, no sign of underwear.

She pivoted, took a step back, and struck a hip-shot pose wearing only her
heels. Hell yeah fuckable, and of course she knew it. She had a fox-faced
cuteness, with the slightly close-set eyes and direct gaze that suggested
intimacy. Perky tits above a smooth torso, tapering to a slim waist that
flared to hand-hold hips. Her muff was neatly trimmed and bikini waxed, a
half shade darker than her head. Yep, I'd say fuckable. Damn.

I must have stared too long. "Well, John? Do I rate? Ah, yes, that bulge
tells me I do. Your turn now, get out of those pants and show me your, ah,
appreciation."

She flicked open my belt, zipped me down and pulled the jeans to my ankles.
No fooling, I think she'd had some practice. She was right about the bulge,
the tent in my briefs could've housed a Tuareg caravan. I helped by yanking
off my tee and tossing it aside. Least I could do. When she stripped off my
BVDs she almost got slapped by the sproing of a dick. Then she stood and
kicked away her pumps, and we were both as naked as could be.

"Mmm, nice one," she said as she reached for my cock. I pulled her close and
leaned down (6'2" vs 5'5") to kiss her inviting mouth. I wasn't sure where
this had come from, but I was now sure where it was going. She kissed like
she meant it, hot and passionate, our tongues searching out and twining,
lips slick and greedy. Yowzah.

Her hand never lost its grip. She stroked and tugged, working me to high
arousal. I was iron-hard, blood-purple and randy as fuck. She was obviously
just as hot, probably even before she knocked on the door. The scent of an
aroused woman wafted up from her pussy, and a brush of my hand showed she
was already way slippery.

Half my brain was still trying to process. Five minutes ago I was nodding,
and Marie was just a nodding acquaintance, someone I'd chat with (and OK,
ogle) at the odd company event. Now she was here and we were naked, her
pebbly nipples hard against my chest as we chewed each other's faces off.
What. The. Fuck.

She broke the kiss. "Bedroom," she whispered hoarsely. "Now. Fuck me."

Short circuit. So we went. I made sure to latch the door in case this was
some elaborate setup. I'm not usually paranoid, but, you know? I turned off
the golf game too. That shit's just embarrassing.

We stumbled into the bedroom, which I'll bet she didn't even notice was as
tastefully appointed and artfully masculine as the living room. She led me
to the bed where she flopped onto her back, spread her legs and raised her
knees in invitation.

"Do it, John. Show me how fuckable I am." Again with the fuckable. I was
starting to sense a pattern.

I almost jumped right on, and yes that would have been fine, because she'd
just asked for it. But the sight of her wet and open snatch, plus some
experience with women, diverted me. I knelt at her feet and lowered my face
to her bush. I worked my tongue around her parts, avoiding the pearl for
now, and she clamped my ears in a fleshy vise.

A low, rising growl signaled that I'd chosen wisely. Her sounds became more
rhythmic when I worked two fingers into her and teased my tongue along her
clit hood. I pumped in and out with a slight curl to prime her G spot as I
pressed on the bud. The combination proved explosive. She made me glad I'd
chosen a building with good soundproofing. Ah, Jesus loves a howler.

I eased her off the peak, diminuendo. After a few minutes she was back on
earth and limp as a string.

"Holy shit, John... shit. How, where, what the fuck did you just do? Do you
teach that? What did you touch in there?"

I am modesty itself. "Girl, I just took you where you were already headed.
And what a tasty ride. I know you're too sensitive right now, but I could go
for seconds later."

"Maybe way later. That was awesome, but I'm not here to find out if I'm
lickable. Here, let me wet you up and we can answer the big question."

I hadn't lost any of my heft, but if I had, her oral talents would have
revived me in a hurry. She knew as much about sucking cock as I knew about
eating pussy, which is plenty. But I didn't want to conclude things like
this. I wanted what she wanted, even if I already knew the answer.

"Ease up, Marie, it's real tempting to just fuck your face but you've got
more to explore. Flip over and I'll do you doggy."

"Oh, John, in a minute. First just lay me back, pin me down and fuck me like
a caveman."

I've heard worse ideas. One caveman coming up.

Way less than half my brain was still questioning things. Whatever else, she
was here to get laid. Clearly she had some sort of agenda (duh, ya think?)
but right this second it didn't matter one bit what it was.

I squished the head of my dick around her slit to lube it with her juices,
making her squirm and thrust to get me inside. I lined up at the pulsing
hole and pushed steadily in, watching her gaze turn inward as she gaped at
the intrusion. She was tight, tight as any pussy I've ever had, but the
foreplay, and whatever brought her here, made my entrance easy.

"Jesus, John, that is so fucking good. You feel huge. Is there more?"

There was a little more. I'm not big by porn standards, I'm not even the
biggest guy at the gym (sure I peek. You don't?). But I know I'm thicker
than most, and anyway, once you can reach bottom, length isn't an issue.
Besides, it's not like something you can take credit for.

I held her down at the shoulders as requested, and started a slow but
increasing tempo, rotating at the hips, the motion they used to call
'sweetback'. It allowed me to lean down and suck her lovely tits. The nips
were still rock hard, with a delicious salty taste. Some women don't care
for this during sex, but Marie loved it, out loud. Plus, this angle gave
better friction between our um, special parts.

She took up a grunting, guttural chant of "Fuck, fuck me," or sounds to that
effect. This kept on for five minutes or so, until we'd reached a nice
combination of speed and power. Each stroke slapped our bodies together
right at the critical junction, which is what she needed to reach climax.

She was still a howler. "Oh, fuck!" she shouted, redundantly, as she urged
me close with arms and scissored legs, pressing her crotch up to me as she
shuddered and twitched out a long, pulsating orgasm, one that clamped my
dick in waves, as though milking out my seed. No mistake, that one was real.

Her pussy slowly relaxed its grip as the pleasure subsided, and I resumed a
slow, steady motion.

"Christ, John, you didn't come? That was... I don't know... amazing, better
than anything. Oh god, you're still fucking me!"

I was indeed. As she'd noticed, I hadn't gotten my nut, though I was close.
"Flip over, honey, let's go doggy for the next one. That's it, sorry, have
to pull out for a second, there you go." Then she was up on her knees and
forearms, offering me her beautifully engorged pussy. I entered her once
again, going even deeper this way if that's possible.

I was stroking my way to heaven, forget her, this one was mine and if she
wanted to come along that was OK, but not mandatory. When the doorbell rang.

Fuck! I knew it! Normally I'd just ignore it, but this re-ignited my earlier
paranoia and cooled my passion right off.

"Who's that?" I hissed at her.

"How the fuck should I know, it's your apartment. Wait, you think someone's
here because of me? No fucking way, Mike's out of town with his 'fuckable'
assistant and he couldn't care less where I am. Nuh uh, it's not for me."

"Shit. Shit, shit." I'm not always as articulate as I'd like. "Well, they'll
go away if we ignore them."

But that didn't happen. The ringing gave way to knocking, then pounding.
"John! You in there? Open up, man, it's Tommy! C'mon, asshole, you're the
one who wanted to watch the game." This through my solid core door. He'd
have the neighbors calling the cops.

And holy hell, he was right. Tommy was a fellow ex-husband, a buddy from the
gym I'd invited over earlier in the week. I'd forgotten all about it, with
this unexpected adventure. "Sorry, Marie, I better deal with this. Close the
door and I'll be back in a couple minutes."

I grabbed a robe and shouted, "Coming, coming, cool it, man." I unlatched
and cracked the door. "Sorry, Tommy, I was having a nap. What time is it?"

"Three, uh, three fifteen. Dude, what's going on, open up and let me in, I
have beer."

My mind was a blank. I searched for a plausible reason why he couldn't come
in right now and... I had nothing. Meanwhile the door had come open more
than just a crack and Tommy craned to see in.

"What the hell man, you... whoa! Who's that?"

I whipped my head around to see Marie leaning back against the kitchen
counter, all on display, bare-ass naked and looking as hot and sexy as she
had just a minute ago on my bed.

"Might as well let him in, John. He's awfully persistent. And I don't mind."

Crazy, she was crazy. But I knew that already. I gave her an 'are you sure
about this' tilt of the head and received a 'hell yeah' nod in return. So I
bought into her craziness and swung the door wide.

"C'mon in, man. Tom, this is Marie. Marie, Tommy." I closed the door and
turned back to Tommy, who was staring at Marie with frank interest and a
growing trouser tent. Welcome, desert nomads.

Like me, Tommy is 6 feet plus, strong and fit from daily workouts. It's why
we came to be pals, I guess, that and similar divorce stories. Marie looked
him over like a side of beef. Oh, glory, I see trouble ahead. Or maybe fun.

"Marie was wondering if she's fuckable, Tom. I think I get it. She found out
her husband is doing our assistant Jenny, who I must admit we all agree is
fuckable. But it looks like Mike ignored the basic rule of 'don't shit where
you eat' and this is, what, revenge sex, self-doubt...?"

This last I directed at Marie. Who, don't forget, as if you could, was buck
naked and looking just-fucked in front of two guys, one a total stranger.
Well, not for long I suppose.

"Revenge, I guess. I really don't need prove anything to myself. I just
wanted to fuck somebody who wanted to fuck me, and I remembered how you used
to eye me when we had a picnic or something. I liked that. You're tall and
hot, and I knew you were single." Huh. Guess I'm not as subtle as I thought.
Well, not a bad thing, in retrospect. And hot, eh? Tell me mooore, madam.

Marie turned to Tommy. "John was just fucking me when you rang. Really well,
too, but he needs to finish. You can wait out here and watch the game." She
cast her eyes along his frame. "Or... get naked and join us." She headed
toward the bedroom. "Time to come, John. I'm still juiced up and ready for
some more doggy sex."

Tommy was no fool, and he wasn't shy. He shed his clothes as we followed
Marie back to bed, hopping one-legged out of his trousers to keep up. The
beer ended up on the counter.

Tommy was already rising to the occasion, but I'd flagged some. Marie
slipped the robe from my shoulders and dropped to her knees to apply some
oral spice. A few heartbeats was all it took to get me hard again. Marie
popped up onto the bed, pulled me by the crank, and assumed the position.
With a little wiggle for Tommy's sake.

In the back of my mind I knew this was the nuttiest thing I'd ever done, but
that didn't slow me down. I eased into Marie, who was indeed still juicy,
and picked up where I'd left off. The break had done me good. I fucked her
with vigor and abandon, knowing that this time was all for me.

At first I tried to ignore Tommy. Like most guys I'm not used to fucking in
front of people. But then I figured what the fuck, he sure wasn't ignoring
us. He was stroking himself energetically, studying Marie and the place we
were joined. So I invited him closer. She wanted cock? Well, here you go.

"Suck his cock, Marie. Suck it while I fuck you like a dog. You're the one
who got him all excited, time to make good. Go on, open up and let him fuck
your face. Get right down on it. You want two cocks, don't you baby?"

She needed no prodding, and my words and tone seemed to excite her even
more. Tommy found a spot that gave him easy access, and she gobbled him like
a Christmas turkey. My thrusts added a rhythm, and just like that he was
unloading on her tongue. That was what, 60 seconds? Some kind of record,
anyway. Not that I'm judging, this was a hugely stimulating surprise.

She sucked him clean as he softened in her mouth. He played with her swaying
tits, tweaking and rolling the nipples. Then he pulled away and positioned
his head to capture them with his lips. This drove her even wilder. I wasn't
sure (didn't care, eh?) if she'd come this time, but that pushed her over.

I'd been building up, holding off, trying for that maximum tension that
precedes the best orgasms. Everything was just right -- angle, friction,
heat -- so when her Tommy-triggered climax made her pussy ripple in that way
she has, I was right there. I probably roared like a jet, but all I remember
is freezing at maximum penetration, deep into her cervix, as my essence
boiled and my balls spasmed out a load I didn't know I had in me. Man, if
this chick was fertile she was having quintuplets.

I kept up a light stroke while we cooled out, and it wasn't long before my
shrinking dick was squeezed out by her last spasms. Tom was sort of trapped
under her, but we managed to shuffle around until we were all zoned out on
my king size, and now sex stained, bedcover. I probably won't let the weekly
maid service handle this one.

Marie cuddled up to me, but also reached a hand out to clasp Tommy's shiny
cock. "Fuck, Marie, that was incredible. Are you always this hot?"

"I know you won't believe it, but this is the first sex I've had in two
months, the first time without Mike since we got married, and my first time
with two guys. I just got so damned mad when I overheard him telling someone
how 'fuckable' Jenny was, how he couldn't get enough of her 'sweet ass',
that I popped a cork. What am I, unfuckable liver?

"I thought about going to a bar to pick up somebody, anybody, but then I
remembered how you'd undress me with a look, and well, I took a chance. I
didn't know I'd have two cocks today, but it's working out fine. So I guess
I answered the question. For now," she smiled sweetly.

I patted her thigh. "You did the right thing, honey. A bar in the middle of
a Saturday is a lousy proposition. Uncle John appreciates your wisdom."

Tommy concurred. "Man, your Mike is a fool to let you even think about
hitting the bars. I don't know this Jenny, but she'd have to be unbelievable
to outclass you. And I've never even seen you with clothes on."

"Oh, I can fix that," she started, then laughed when we both sputtered out
protests. "Ok, ok, naked it is. Listen, Tommy, John gave me three amazing
orgasms, with a little help from you, which is the most fun I've had in
probably forever. But it's still early. I hope you recover enough to add to
the count."

She'd been rubbing and tugging at our still limp members, and I'd been
caressing her flank and her tender breasts. "She's got an amazing pussy,
Tom. You do, Marie, I don't know if you know that. Tight, slick, and when
you come you have this, this rolling, milking grip." She blushed nicely.
"Hey, I'm a ways away from another go, but man, Tommy, if you can get it up,
you should sample that. Definitely fuckable," I grinned.

"I'll help," offered Marie, as she twisted to slurp his noodle. She worked
it like a pro and soon had him up again. Meanwhile, I studied her backside
and fingered her pussy, which was still oozing out my semen.

"Mmmm, John," she mumbled around his cock, then popped him out and faced me.
"There's more, you know. Before I left the house today I... I cleaned myself
completely. Inside and out, you know? I wanted to be ready for anything. I
didn't know what you might like."

This lady was still blowing my mind. "So, you and Mike do anal?"

"No, never. He's never asked. I tried it a few times in high school. Like,
virgin sex? Can't get pregnant, keep yourself 'pure' for marriage? Yeah, it
was a crock, but it's what we did. I stopped once I got laid for real. But
I'm not against trying again if you want."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. She went back to sucking Tommy, and I
kept exploring her pussy. Curiosity got to me and I started to spread some
of the ooze toward her back hole. I circled around, adding a slight push
every few strokes. Her asshole pulsed, so I took it further. I let the tip
of a finger penetrate, which got me a nice reaction. She jumped a little,
then relaxed back into it.

In a minute that finger was sliding in and out with some ease and Marie was
working it by rotating her hips. With a little more juice I tried a second
finger. She gasped, but kept working it.

Tommy was now at a full stand, impatient as only a guy with a fresh boner
can be. He couldn't see what was going on behind her, but he didn't care.

"How do you want this, honey?" he asked, brandishing his newly tumescent
member. Which by the way was a little shorter than mine. Not that I was
counting. "You like it on top? Want to go cowgirl?"

"No, at least not yet. Right now I want another pile driver. You didn't see
John go caveman on me, but I'd sure like that again. Pin me down and drill
for oil." I liked her attitude. She looked at me and grinned, "Oh boy."

It was interesting, in an intellectual way, to compare our techniques. His
approach was more direct, more primitive. Whatever, it worked for Marie. And
having squirted in her mouth a short while ago, Tommy was in no danger of
coming off too soon.

Not being a woman, I have no idea how Marie could take the pounding he gave
her for what seemed like a half an hour. But take it she did, with obvious
relish, coming very vocally at least twice during his determined assault.
I've seen him work out at the gym, so I knew he had stamina, but wow.

He finally bellowed and pressed into Marie as far as he could. His climax
set off another for her, and I knew he was getting the hot pussy massage I'd
enjoyed twice already. Man, either Jenny was a woman in a thousand, or Mike
was a complete idiot for letting this one stray.

He collapsed, almost burying her smaller frame with his. She gave a muffled
cry for space, and he quickly rolled off. Neither of them had anything left.
They lasted about ten seconds before the oxytocin kicked in and they went
out like snuffed candles.

I left them laced on the bed and went to rustle up some food. This sex stuff
is hungry work. I put Tommy's beer in the cooler and pulled out bags of
chips and pretzels, some dips and veggie sticks, the kind of stuff we'd have
had if we'd watched the game instead of watching each other fuck.

Twenty minutes later the game was ending when I heard the shower go on. It
wasn't big enough for two so I knew there wasn't any action there. Sure
enough, Tommy stumbled out in my other robe with sleep-struck eyes and a
shit-eating grin.

"Holy fuck, John, that chick is a fucking maniac in the sack. How'd you hook
up with her? She's married, right?"

I told him exactly how the day started, which left him shaking his head.
"Son, you are just the luckiest bastard I know. Not in a million years would
some cutie show up at my door and fuck me and someone who just stopped by.
Damn, I got to hang around you more."

"Million years for me too, bro. I believe that was my lottery ticket, my
trifecta, my hole in one, my royal flush all rolled into one. I just wish I
had pictures to remember it by."

"No pictures, guys." Marie was out of the shower, towel-wrapped and glowing
with the light of several orgasms. "Pictures get out and somebody probably
dies. Probably me." A little dramatic, but then, no pictures so no worries.

"I'm starving," she said. "Anything better than chips and carrot sticks
around here?" She rummaged the fridge and cupboards, finding the makings of
a meal. After eating for six, we sat back and contemplated. And burped.

"Uh, guys, I should probably leave you two alone," offered Tommy. "I mean
this was really great and all, but I feel like a third wheel now."

Marie protested first. "No way, Tommy. You just gave me one of the three
best fucks I've ever had, you can't just walk away now." Hmmm, I hope I'd
given her one of the others. "And yes, John, you gave me the other two."
Women. Can they really read minds, or are we just that transparent?

I agreed. "Hey, Tom, you're not a third wheel, you're a second banana. You
know Marie's hubby is out of town, right? This shit ain't over until she
says it's over. What say we let this food settle, then get this nice clean
girl all dirty again. All right with you, baby?"

"Oh, you charmer, you. I just hope you studs got enough fuel to last until
morning. You'll need it. And John, you started something back there we're
going to have to finish." Whatever could she mean? Oh, right, that.

We joked and watched a little TV. Marie sat between us and played with our
dicks. We toyed with her breasts and idly fingered her. Soon she was sharing
hot kisses with us. I was hard, so was Tommy, and Marie was hot and flushed,
her nipples like pebbles again. Everybody was ready to fuck.

I'd picked up a vibe from Marie when I told her to suck Tommy's cock. Maybe
she got more turned on when play-dominated, and when the talk got nasty. I
thought I'd test that theory.

"Let's go, Marie, back to the bedroom. You got hard cocks to take care of."
She was small enough I just scooped her up. She squealed and tittered as I
dumped her on the bed. "Spread. Tommy wants to eat you, and I need some
skull. Do a good job and we'll both fuck you. But get to it, we're horny."

She inched over to my dick, still on her back. I positioned her head over
the edge and stood above her, a straight shot down her gullet if I felt like
it. Tommy got down and started slurping. I doubt he had my oral skills, but
I don't think it mattered much to Marie.

"Ok, that's it, keep sucking my cock while Tommy eats your cunt. Does Mike
know what a slut he married, how you need more cock than he can give you?
What would he say if he walked in right now? He'd probably tell us to use
you all night while he butt-fucked his whore in the next bed. Yeah, I'll bet
he knows all about your secret dirty sex life, how you need to get it on
with two, three, five guys at once, anyone, hell, anything with a hard cock.
Keep sucking, I didn't say stop."

This patter, and the work Tommy was doing, had an obvious effect on her. She
was wriggling like an eel, her hands tugging at her breasts and rubbing her
pussy in the places she liked best. Tommy had to struggle to keep on target
because the target kept gyrating away.

I was stroking pretty deep at times, almost gagging her, but she didn't
complain. Her breathing, already ragged from the mouth fuck, became faster
as she neared a climax on Tommy's tongue. He must have added a clit nip to
the mix because she yelped, almost a bark, several times in a row. I kept up
a verbal stream the whole time, random execrations and general filth aimed
at her sexual psyche.

When she came it was monumental. Her core muscles clamped tight, you could
see ripples in her belly, and she went completely stiff and silent. I'll bet
that pussy was going wild inside. I pulled out because she could no longer
suck, she was gaping open like a drowning fish. Well, theory confirmed. She
liked it dirty with a hint of force. Liked it a lot, I'd say.

Tommy still had his mouth glued to her pussy, riding the wave to the end.
Actually, he couldn't do much else because in her throes she'd grabbed his
head right into her. What a sexy, sexed up woman this Marie was. Sure glad
she stopped by today.

She released all at once with a whoosh and a gulp, then clamped down again.
The cycle repeated with less rigor at shorter intervals, until she was
breathing normally, if still a bit unfocused.

"Ow!" she said. "I think I broke a rib. FUCK that was intense! I thought I
knew what a climax was but I never... FUCK! We have to stop now, it's time
for me to die happy."

"Not yet, babe. That was yours, now we want ours. Take a break, I'll get you
a beer, but you've got a solemn duty to get us off as good as you got. It's
only fair."

She just laughed. "Yeah, I need a beer. But there's no way you're getting
what I just had. Men can't come like that. You'd pop all your brain veins."

I got us brews, and she purred like a kitten under our gentle strokes.
"Tommy, you eat a mean pussy, but John -- when you forced your cock into my
throat it gave me goosebumps, and then that shit you were saying... it
burned right through me. You soul-fucked me. I never knew I could get so
hot. I don't even remember the words, it just... reached me. How did you
know? Do you do that for every woman when you fuck?"

"No, Marie, just for you. A little verbal abuse got you cooking, so I maxed
it out. Worked, eh?"

"Fuck it worked. It'd probably never hit me the same way again, now that I
know. But once was cool. Once like that I bet most women never get."

We chatted and drank for a few minutes. Marie went to "freshen up" as the
ladies say. When she got back she pouted at the limp state of our dicks and
said she thought we were going to fuck her, and how could we fuck her with
those little things? Naturally we asked for help, and naturally she obliged.

Soon she had us fully prepped and eager. "Guys, I can't top what you did,
but what about this. You ever done a sandwich, a DP? I haven't, but it seems
like it'd be easy to figure out. Wanna try?"

I looked at Tommy. This was a commitment to intimacy I wasn't sure we could
deal with, basically rubbing dicks together inside someone. But when Tommy
just shrugged, I knew we'd be cool.

"Marie, as long as I get to fuck you again I don't care about the mechanics.
We're fine with doubling up on you. Question is, who gets the front and who
gets the back? Oh, and here's some lube." I keep a little Kentucky jelly
handy. Better to have and not need, than need and not have, am I right?

She made a show of measuring our cocks, and settled on Tommy's. "I think
this one goes in my pussy, at least to start. We'll see what happens." Hah.
Greedy little girl.

We kissed some more and she whispered, "Go easy, I haven't had anything up
my ass in a long time. If I say stop, give it a rest and we'll see if I can
take any more."

We worked out the arrangements. Tommy on his back, Marie riding cowgirl, me
kneeling behind her. She threw a leg over, giving a contented sigh as she
sank onto his very stiff cock in one smooth motion. "Oh, that is sooo fine,
you guys have no idea how good it feels to be stuffed with a nice fat cock."
True dat, very true.

I watched them fuck for a few minutes. Now there's a phrase I couldn't have
written before then. Marie got right into it, humping, rocking and twisting
to give Tommy maximum pleasure. Oh yeah, and her too. I almost hated to
interrupt, almost.

"Time for act two, baby. Pull her to your chest, Tom. Marie, push out and
let me grease you up." I worked a jellied finger into her asshole, with no
resistance, then a second one. The word is, "if she can take two she can
take you" but to be extra sure I got a third one in.

Marie was a trouper. She shied a little with each added digit but Tommy
nudged her clit to keep her distracted. It was strange, feeling the motion
of his cock through her ass chute, but it was going to get even weirder in a
minute so I didn't dwell on it. I asked him to hold up a bit.

"Ok, baby, keep pushing and I should slide right in. Ready?" I pressed the
head against her now expanded anus and sure enough, just like in the movies,
my cock popped in an inch. She gasped but said nothing so I gave her a bit
more, pause, a little more, repeat, until my entire length was buried in her
bowels. Man it was hot, and tight in a different way from a pussy. Oh, I
think we're going to like this.

"Back to it, Tommy. Let's fuck this chick."

We tried to seesaw, Tom fucking in as I pulled back and vice versa. That
worked for a while, but pretty soon Marie let us know with her motions that
she wanted all in, all out, which frankly was a lot easier.

"Oh my god, it's like one giant dick fucking me. Christ, I never felt so
full. Fuck me harder, I can take it, keep fucking me you have to fuck me
harder fuck fuck I can't believe all the cock, fuck my ass, don't stop,
faster, harder..." You can't say she didn't know what she wanted. I think
the key word was "fuck".

She was doing most of the work now, pulling up and driving down on both of
us at once. We were mostly passive poles of flesh. That's not a complaint.
The slickness of the lube mingled with her juices eased any chafing or
discomfort we might have felt. It was pretty glorious, actually.

After maybe ten minutes the friction and heat had me really close. I was
trying to hold back until Marie got off, which was a sure thing but for the
timing. Same for Tommy, but he had to contend with that talented snatch.

Marie was almost upright, so I reached around to cup her tits and tweak her
nipples, something I now knew could tip her over. Tommy's fingers found her
clit hood and started a circular rub, following her as she rose and fell.
That was the clincher. But instead of freezing like before, she came while
in full thrust, shouting and bobbing and clenching our cocks with two
different sets of muscles. As she slowed, Tommy and I took up the stroke.

That was more than I could take and I let loose with a blast and a grunt,
and another and another, and I could feel Tommy pulsing too, how weird is
that, not bad just new and odd, and not something I think we'd be discussing
around the weight stacks.

Marie flopped over, our dwindling cocks slipped out, and semen started to
leak from both her holes. The only sound was a low keening from Marie, who
was lying on her side totally out of it. Tommy and I were immobilized.

I don't know how long we stayed like that because I zonked. Next thing I
knew, Marie was licking my cock. I don't know why, surely she didn't think
we could repeat that. Or maybe she did, she was crazy after all.

When she saw that I was back, she gave a last lick and propped herself up on
one elbow. Tommy stirred awake too, and Marie bent to give him a long, sexy
kiss. "Thank you. Both. If I live to a hundred I'll never top this, or ever
forget it. Mike can fuck his little tramp all he likes, he'll never have
what we just had. I win."

"All on you, babe. A good day for me would have been a few beers with Tommy
and a close game. Now I know the hottest, sexiest and most... fuckable woman
ever." She gave me a punch on the shoulder. I guess I deserved it.

"Take my number, Marie. Any time you want a repeat, just give me, give us, a
call. I think I can speak for Tommy on that." Tommy gave a big fuck yeah.

"Oh, I don't think so, John. I got my revenge fuck out of my system. This
was a one time fantasy, but it'll keep me warm when it gets cold at home."

We said we understood. Damn it. We kissed and cuddled and fondled a little
more, but the moment had passed. Marie took a quick shower, slinked back
into her dress, and was gone, leaving two amazed and fully fucked guys to
ponder the tides of fate. Yeah. I mean, to think about hot married pussy.

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Over the next few weeks, then months, Tommy came by a few more times for
beers and a game, but it was a little awkward because we were both sort of
waiting for the knock on the door that never came.

I did see Marie once at a company party, and by the way our Jenny has left
the building, along with a senior exec. I guess Mike wasn't the only one
tapping her ass. Anyway, Marie. We were cordial as could be, no hint of that
Saturday. Unless you count her one little goose at the bar. Vixen.

So imagine my surprise when the phone rang early one Saturday, and her
number popped up on the caller ID.

"Hey, Marie, what's up, I miss you, you little sexpot."

"Uh, hi John, it's Marie. Oh, hey, I was just wondering if, maybe um, if, oh
god I can't believe myself, if maybe you were having a... a few guys over to
watch a game today?"

         END

With love from Nico, January 2013

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