I first saw them on Instagram during lunch a random video about her fucking other guys while her husband watched. Typical teaser bait to an onlyfans, but it intrigued me. She wasn’t a stick figure blonde in her 30’s with a fake chest like most who ran these kind of videos. She was full figured, dark shoulder length hair framing a face with plump cheeks and a girl next door smile, along with massive natural tits and an hourglass waist with curvy ass attached to wide hips. She looked delicious, in that way that a woman who is confident in her looks is. What else interested me was the claim of “Looking for new friends in the Oklahoma area” in her bio. I was single, but had dabbled in the lifestyle in previous relationships. And while I lived in neighboring Texas, I spent a fair amount of time in Oklahoma on work. On a whim, I sent a quick DM, “Hey saw your content, you actually looking for a friend?”

I immediately regretted sending that message, no way a random account would respond to an unsolicited DM. However, I put it out of my mind and had managed to forget about it until I got home that night and my phone dinged with a reply.

“Hey, just saw your message. Hubby and I are always looking for someone new, but only if you’re serious.”

I raised an eyebrow as I sat down on my couch, thought then responded, “always down to make friends. where are you in Oklahoma? I’m in OKC once every two or three weeks for a few days for work.”

The response came immediately, “we live just outside the city. But before we get there, what do you look like.”

I was starting to wonder if this could actually go somewhere, so I knew I had to be honest. “White, early 30s 6 1, about 210. I workout regularly, but don’t expect someone cut.”

There was a pause, and I began to stand up to begin making dinner when a new message popped up, “Are you real? Because this is yet another message where I haven’t seen a single dick pic or a description of the depraved things you want to do to me.”

I nearly choked as I laughed loudly. “I don’t show unless asked. Why you want to see?”

I got a laugh emoji back, “let me talk to hubby. Talk more later.”

Over the next week the three of us messaged every day. Writing wise it seemed good. I sent them a picture of me from a beach day, my ex cropped out so it showed only me. They responded by sending me a code to access her onlyfans for free. Plenty of photos and some videos of her in action. She wasn’t a freak, not a handcuff or whip to be seen, but she was enthusiastic. She sucked cock with abandon, often deep throating to the point of nearly gagging then leaning back to take it deep. She also seemed to love facials more than any woman I had ever seen. She loved posting photos of her with cum splashed across her face, then scooping it up and licking it.

Other than the husband she had videos with two other guys, probably casual acquaintances who looked like her husband, shorter, a little extra weight with cocks that were on the smaller side.

Finally my next business trip showed up in my schedule and I messaged them, suggesting we meet in the hotel bar for a no expectation drink and snacks.

They agreed almost instantly, and two days later I sat in the corner, suit without a tie and sipping bourbon on the rocks when I saw them come in and waved them over. I stood up and the wife embraced me like an old friend. In person the height difference was even more pronounced, at 5’4”, I towered over her, and with a smile I thought about how much fun her height could be later. Her husband and I shook hands. He was barely taller than her at 5’7” a belly I had seen in the videos not completely hidden by his Tommy Bahama shirt and khakis. She was dressed in a dark silken blouse and tight jeans showing off her assets along with a pair of flats.

She slid into the booth next to me while her husband sat across from her, hands linked.

“Thanks for inviting us,” the husband said as a way to start the conversation.

I smiled, “thanks for coming. I think all 3 of us thought this was a set up.”

They both laughed, but I could hear a little of the relief. She looked a little nervous next to me, but radiated excitement and sensuality that was quickly getting my darker thoughts going.

The waitress came by and took their orders. I graciously put it on my room tab, and for a few minutes talked about the sort of banalities that one does when you don’t know the other, a strange cross between a first date and striking up a conversation with the passenger next to you on a plane. The waitress returned with their drinks, and as she stepped away our conversation began to move towards why we were all there.

“Have you ever done something like this?” The husband asked, trying to play it cool though I could hear the nervousness underneath it.

“Not as the single one in an open relationship but I’ve had a few relationships that we opened periodically, usually for threesomes or we found someone we really lusted after and the other was ok with it.”

The wife looked at me, “you’ve been dodgy on your packing, anything going to disappoint me if we end up getting naked?”

I gave her a smile that was strictly predatory, making sure she knew she was desired, “I don’t think you’ll find me coming up short.”

She responded by moving her hand down to my lap where she grabbed me through my pants. I hissed in surprise, my cock quickly growing under her ministrations.

“I think you may be right,” she whispered sensuously, her fingers pulling my belt open and diving in, grabbing my rapidly hardening cock and giving it a slow pull. I breathed deeply, this was going much better than I thought it would. I was barely conscious of her husband as he subtly shifted his chair, simultaneously blocking her from the view of the bar and giving himself a better one.

“No mouth kissing and we do condoms for penetration,” explained the husband mildly, as if his wife wasn’t slowly speeding up her hand motions on my cock, pulling it out so it stood proudly. “Unless you’re tested day of. You both show and so long as you’re both comfortable, you can bareback. She’s on birth control too in case you’re worried about finishing in her.”

I silently marveled at his ability to maintain an almost business tone as we talked, although his eyes fixed on the action and the slight smile suggested he was enjoying the show.

“I can work with that,” I managed to get out, “obviously we can use my suite. Also what’s your part in this? I’ve seen the videos, I know you’ll film and take pictures. But is this a swinger thing, a cuck thing?”

The wife looked at me and smiles, “If you’re focusing on him I must not be doing a good enough job.”

With that her head bobbed down and she engulfed my cock halfway down the shaft. I instinctively wrapped my hand in her hair and groaned as my head leaned back against the back wall. Her husband looked on in amusement, as he continued , “Go ahead and ignore me. I’m not into the humiliation thing, I just like watching her get fucked, whether by me or someone else. You good down there babe?”

His wife popped her head up, gasping for breath, “He’s massive honey. I can’t even get it all down. Tomorrow?”

I gently pushed her head back down and she took me back in resuming the blowjob with even more gusto, her hand beginning to move up and down.

“I can do tomorrow,” I said between breaths as I begin to move my hips in time to her head movements, slowly working my way deeper. “And if she gets tested I’ll get tested too.”

I’m getting closer as the husband considered, “how does 730 sound? Also, we won’t film the first time. I’ll be there to watch, and maybe a little spit roast action, but other than that I’ll just be enjoying the view.”

“Sounds great,” I groaned as I felt my cum getting ready to explode. I looked down, “I’m going to cum baby girl.”

She sped up, sucking harder. Thankfully I remembered I was still in public, holding in my noises as my cock blasted cum into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, making gulping noises that were surely for her audience of 2 as much as herself. And even with all that work a little dribbled down the side of her mouth, running to her chin. Finally, I was drained, and she sucked hard as she came up, the last drop a long tendril from my tip to her tongue until it broke and that magical tongue pulled it into her mouth.

“You’re delicious,” she complimented me, looking over at her husband who had his phone out. He snapped a picture of her, spittle and cum on her on her lips and chin. She smiled at him and then ran a finger up, collecting it and depositing it in her mouth before swallowing it down with a smile. “Get tested, I want you raw.”

With that they stood up to leave. I quickly shoved my cock back in my pants, giving her a hug and him a handshake. If this was only the opening audition, I couldn’t wait for the main show.