“Be a dear and top me off.”

His wife was calling for refills, a sweet moscato their friend A had brought with her. She and A were on their second glass and feeling quite good. He retrieved the bottle from the fridge and gladly filled her glass, then offered some to A before he sat back down across from his two favorite people.

“So…,” A said. There was a brief lull in the conversation as they sipped on their wine. “When I made plans for this visit, you,” she gestured at his wife, “had an odd question.”

His wife nodded in agreement. “Yeah,” she sounded a little apprehensive, anxious. She glanced at her husband and saw his face was flushed. Hers must be the same, she could feel heat radiating from it, but she blamed it on the wine. “We’ve been experimenting with some new sexy things. A couple of years ago we got a harness and dildo and he’s asked me to fuck his ass.”

“That does sound sexy,” A wholeheartedly agreed. This wasn’t the first she had heard of it. Their relationship with her had always been frank and explicit, and they had even invited her into their bed many years ago. “I’m sure I would love to see that.” Her voice was low and sultry. She smiled over her glass. “But you asked if I had ever done that, even if I had my own harness. I do, but I’ve never used it like that; my husband wasn’t interested.”

A was active in the kink community and had had relationships with women, so her words were no surprise to them.

“Why?,” A asked coyly. She thought she knew where this was going but it felt sexy to make them say it.

He took a deep breath. “Do you remember that one night with you and me and your husband?”

A’s eyes went wide. It was one of the few times they’d played without his wife present.

“Would you….be interested in something similar? But with us,” his wife asked. The anxiety had faded as their conversation flowed. She already knew the answer, knew it when she asked A about having a harness. Knew it before she asked if A would bring it with her.

A smiled.

—

His heart was racing, thumping in his chest. He didn’t even want to know what his blood pressure was. He excused himself and went upstairs to shower while the ladies finished through their drinks and made their own preparations.

“We should get dressed—err, undressed? Dressed. I don’t know.” Her thoughts wouldn’t quite coalesce into words.

“Dunno,” A said. “One of those for sure. But we should hurry while he’s showering.”

They set their glasses down and went to the basement. There was more room to work and play there. They laid the harnesses out on the bed down there, hers the familiar black nylon straps with soft purple padding while A had brought a more serious leather and steel one.

“Damn, girl, that’s quite a thing,” his wife told A, impressed. “It’s not uncomfortable? Looks heavy and stiff.” She picked it up and turned it over and around in her hands, then put it back on the bed. She stepped out of her pajamas and panties and started pulling her own harness to her waist.

“No, it’s lined and soft,” A said, “and the firmness helps to hold your cock upright instead of dangling down. We’ve liked it.” A too slipped her panties off and reached for the hem of the oversized tshirt she usually wore to bed.

His wife interrupted her. “Keep the shirt. Last time we played he liked seeing the tip peeking out from underneath. Thought it was sexy as I lifted it up and revealed my dick.”

A left the shirt alone and pulled on her own harness, then tightened the buckles. The pair of them looked over their choices of dildos.

His wife made for his favorite, a dual density silicone, clear on the outside with a dayglo orange inner core. She slipped it into the o-ring and turned it upright.

That left A with the newest addition to their drawer of toys: also clear silicone but with flecks of colored silicone inside it that looked like oversized pieces of glitter. Roughly the same size, it lacked the texture and taper of the other one, and had a slightly different shape to the shaft. He bought it for variety but they had not had a chance to use it yet. She threaded it into the harness and finished tightening it into place.

They looked at each other, simultaneously gripped their new cocks, and made swooshing, lightsaber noises, pushing their hips towards each other for battle. They heard footsteps descending the staircase and burst into laughter.

“What did I miss?,” he asked in confusion.

“Nothing,” A lied.

“Nope. Definitely nothing. No dick-saber fighting, you did not miss that.” They burst into laughter again.

“Well good,” he said. “I’d hate to miss a good dicksaber fight. I may be outnumbered but I have way more experience with a dick.”

He walked to his wife and placed a hand on her exposed breast, then kissed her. The wine had lingered on her tongue. After their kiss, she spun him around and pointed him at A. Her breasts weren’t exposed, but it did not stop him from copping a feel, nor did it keep him from tasting the wine on her tongue as well.

“Kinda feels a little like a sausage fest here,” he said. “I hope you ladies are prepared to use those.”

“We are,” she said.

“The sexier question is, are you prepared to be used?,” A asked with a sly smile.

“Mmmmhmmm.” He was, and he grinned at them. “Yes, I believe I am ready to be treated like a slut.” He sounded as though he were ordering at a restaurant. They laughed.

His wife put her hand to his cheek. “Then I guess I don’t understand why you aren’t on your knees, my slutty husband.” She dropped to her knees in front of their friend, holding her cock in her hand. She put it in front of her mouth and acted as though she were examining the glittered shaft and head, looking for the best place to begin. He joined her, and she guided their friend’s cock to his mouth.

“Suck her…mmmm….like that.” His head bobbed back and forth and he felt their friend began to rock her hips to complement his movement. “Deeper,” she urged. He worked his way down to the base, taking the new cock into his throat for the first time.

He slid his hand up between her thighs and rubbed her lips. “Oh, yeah, definitely like that,” A cooed when his thumb reached her clit and his finger slipped into her.

His wife watched him continue like this for a few minutes, adding her lips to his a couple of times and stroking the back of his head. She stood up next to A, “I want a turn,” and tapped his cheek with her cock.

He put his fingers around her and felt the familiar tip of her cock part his lips. He left his hand where it was, continuing to play with their friend’s pussy.

A watched intently as he sucked his wife off, his head bobbing in front of her. “You’re pretty…goo…mmmm…” Soon she felt a surge of heat that signaled her own imminent climax. “You certainly know how to put on a show sucking dick.” He was deep throating his wife’s cock like he’d been sucking dick for decades. She staggered back to the sofa just behind her and sat, legs spread, his hand never leaving its place, and shuddered as her climax rolled through her.

“One down, one to go,” his wife told him. She joined their friend on the sofa and opened her legs for her husband. She slid down far in the seat, and once he picked his head up from her lap, he was able to get his tongue directly to her clit. It wouldn’t take long like this, she knew.

There was movement on the seat and when he looked up over the dildo, he saw their friend had put her lips to his wife’s chest, sucking and tugging her nipples, adding to her pleasure. It did not take long with this dual stimulation before she put her hands to the back of his head and pulled him closer to her pussy and shook, first at her hips, then down to her toes. She knew her slut knew his way around her pussy and had several recent lessons on how well he knew his way around her cock.

He sat back and admired his efforts. Both women flushed red, and at some point their friend had shed herself of the nightshirt. He wasn’t sure when that happened. He walked around for a moment before bending down and kissing their friend, open mouthed as she savored his wife’s juices on his lips and tongue. He turned to his wife and she held him in a long, toe-curling kiss that left him breathless.

A reached for the bottle of lube on the side table and applied a layer to her cock, then stood up and walked to him. “Slut ready to give me his ass?,” she asked him with a wicked grin on her face.

He knelt in front of his wife, arms on her legs to hold himself slightly upright, and they smiled at each other. “Thank you,” he mouthed. She brushed his cheek and mouthed back at him, “I love you.”

A knelt behind him and put one hand on his back, the other gripping the base of her cock as she guided it to his asshole.

“Right there,” he told her, his eyes never leaving his wife’s.

A pushed forward slightly. “Tell me if it’s too much.” She had been in his position a few times, anal was a regular and most enjoyable part of her life, and she knew the penetration took a delicate touch. He pushed back against her and she felt the tip of it open him up and slide inside.

“Hold right there for a second,” he told her. She did. “Ok, a little more.”

His wife watched as he gave his ass to A. She could see when their friend first slipped in, and now saw his eyes widen, and his mouth gape open, almost pleading with her. She’s all the way in, she thought, filling him. she caught A’s eye and mouthed her to hold in place again so her husband could get accustomed to her cock being so deep. She looked back to her husband and watched his face twist as he stretched and relaxed, then soften, and she knew he was ready for more. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” she whispered with a smile. She gave a nod to their friend and the two of them, joined from her cock to his ass, began moving together.

His steady stream of “yes”, “mmm”, “just like that” was cut short as his wife raised her cock to his lips and pushed his head onto the shaft. It was all he could do to whimper around the orange cock in his mouth as she began to thrust into it. He tried to move his hand from the side of her leg to between them but she shut him out. “No, your turn,” she told him.

She motioned for them to back up a few steps so she could kneel at his face, and soon the trio found a rhythm, moving in concert, one woman deeper on this end as the other woman withdrew on the other. It got difficult to keep his head focused and he took the cock from his mouth for a moment to catch his breath.

A refused to give his ass a similar break, however. She gripped his hips and continued thrusting, then raised her hand and slapped him, the crack of her hand meeting his cheek filling the room. Slut. Again. Our slut. “You like my cock in your ass?”

“Fuck me,” he moaned, “fuck my a—,” but his words were choked off when his wife pushed her cock back to his throat, then into it, and his body jerked between them.

“If you can talk, you can suck.”

Liquid poured from his dick into a puddle under him as he felt the first orgasm roll over him. He couldn’t grunt or cry out with her cock in his throat but tears streamed down his face. He’d never felt anything like this.

His wife’s cock slid from his mouth, saliva dampening the rug beneath him.

A’s cock slipped from his ass, and in his post-orgasmic stupor, a gentle nudge from her hand at his hip knocked him to his side. He rolled over and looked up at them, eyes wet, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

They left him on the floor and stepped away to the other room. When they returned a few moments later, only his wife still had her cock on. “She left it in the shower to wash up,” she told him when he managed to focus his eyes at their friend’s bare pussy.

“I told her about that time with the mixing bowl,” she continued, “she was pretty impressed and we wondered if it would happen again.“ She was referring to an encounter they’d had some time back in which not only did he come twice in a row while riding a dildo mounted on an inverted bowl. Further, he did it without really being touched.

His dick jumped at the memory. He was still rolled onto his side, so his wife took a position behind him and he lifted his leg for access. He was still slick with lube. She turned her cock in the harness to point it at his prostate and slid in effortlessly, bottoming out in one smooth stroke, allowing a moment for him to stretch and get comfortable before finding a rhythm. She took several long strokes, then switched to a shorter but more forceful and quick fucking, before repeating the sequence.

A sat on the floor next to him and enjoyed the moment. She watched his face and took in his moans as he rocked back and forth with his wife’s thrusts.

She glanced down at his dick, still dripping slowly along the shaft. She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed gently; he was as hard as she’d ever felt. He sounded close, and she stroked him slowly. His eyes pleaded with her and his wife for the release.

Quickly, she lay down in front of him and took his dick into her mouth, barely past the head. She didn’t move, just let the natural rocking from the thrusting move him while she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, just a little suction. There was a rush of thin fluid, his hand flew to the back of her head and gripped her hair tightly but not pressing deeper into her mouth; his release filled her more than she expected and she coughed, a small rivulet of white running down her chin and cheek.

Her tongue worked furiously to coax every drop from him until his throbbing subsided and he shrunk back from her mouth. She moved up to meet his eyes and smiled. Her lips parted, she showed off her tongue, and he saw her mouth white with his come. He leaned in and let his tongue explore her mouth, sharing the thick, salty goo he had just expelled, trading it back and forth, each swallowing a portion of his load.

In all the times he had attempted to do this on his own, he had only done so twice; as soon as he would come, the urge to taste it, to play with it evaporated. Today he reveled in her gift of the come-filled kiss.

“Y’all can keep it,” his wife said, sounding a little short of breath. “I like this end just fine, thank you.” She had watched her husband’s and friend’s come-make out session with no small amount of surprise. A always had an affinity for it, but it wasn’t something she would ever get into. Certainly not like that. She realized her cock was still inside him and tapped his hip to let him know she would be pulling out. He nodded and she slid smoothly from him, he shuddered when she was fully withdrawn and rolled to his stomach.

He’d asked to be used many times. He had used her on occasion, as she had of him. That doesn’t mean they weren’t always respectful and loving, always aware of where the other was emotionally and mentally. He was used. He was used up and spent. He’d even gotten them off. He was their slut and it was glorious.