It had been a long holiday weekend, and my friend was visiting from out of town. He was fun, and great with chatting, and honestly we had teased and flirted with him enough to build some tension in our many chats. Even though it had been fun to tease him I'd thought to keep the peace, to stay away from temptation that would leave things in a way no one could guess, better? worse? who knows. But the last drink stole away those inhibitions and with it, reservations. And it was hot in the house, though it was probably the alcohol talking...it didn't matter. The shirt had to go, quickly over my head and onto the table. My breasts, still bound by the bra but only barely, the cool air sending prickles over my skin with all eyes on me. Hubby seemed fine with it, I could tell that. Hear it in his words and see it in the hungry gaze he leveled on my breasts. I giggled and blushed and wanted to strip further just to see both of their eyes light up as more skin was revealed. It was fun to put on a show for someone else other than hubby. But the show was also for teasing and tempting, not for touching. I had planned for a show and tease, not a show and taste. To teach my friend, who had informed me more than once that he was a virgin and wouldn't be able to hold back if I let him, how to get over pent up male hormones and control his carnal desire. At least that was my plan. Playing a game on the floor was perfect, I could lean forward and nearly loose my tits from their bra. And I did a couple times, tucking myself back in with a little laugh. The innocent flirt, a married woman and forbidden fruit for my friend. But hubby wasn't interested in that. "That looks uncomfortable, might as well lose the bra too. you aren't hiding anything.”

I was shocked and nervous at my husband's words. I'd not been topless around terribly many people, and not while very tipsy. But as I fumbled with the latch a hand reached over and popped it off me. My breasts sprang out, bouncing down my chest and I went red. My friend didn't seem to mind, nor did my husband. My mind started reeling as hubs started sucking on one, making me gasp. I couldn't focus on the card game we were playing, and was going to lose, so I pushed him back. "Hey! we have a guest!" I chided. "He's welcome to fully experience your hospitality." My friend and I both blushed, my husband grinned.

The game all but forgotten hubby opened his arms in a 'Well, go on then.' My friend wasn't sure, wasn't going to touch despite permission so I grabbed his hand and let him grope my breasts. A glance showed the bulge growing in both their pants and I shivered, nipples erect and being pinched between rough fingers. It seemed enough to break the ice, one hand staying on my breasts, the other sliding down to touch the wetness between my legs.

Giving permission with a nod, hubby sat back and watched as my friend's fingers slipped inside me. Not as experienced as my husband's, but having someone new for the first time was thrilling nonetheless. I returned the favor of my hand finding the bulge in his pants only to see my husband pop his cock out and stroke it slowly. Mimicking his movements with my hand wrapped around my friend's hard shaft, breath shuddering with his fingers inside me, I moaned. The thrill of it all had me cumming on his fingers from sheer excitement while someone made a snarky comment about my ass and I stuck my tongue out.

"I told you if you kept doing that...you'd have to put it to good use." My friend smirked, finding his voice as my husband suddenly positioned himself behind me. I felt myself pushed onto all fours as my shorts were pulled aside. I was annoyed that my friend's fingers had been pulled out of me, but that quickly vanished as hubby thrust into my dripping wet pussy. I shuddered with a groan and closed my eyes. Large hands found my head and forced me to take the bulge I'd been playing with. Looking up I saw my friend smiling as he worked his cock deeper into my mouth, I whimpered. I had always teased others, but when I married my husband I had been a virgin. I had only seen two other dicks in my life, and now one longer than my husband's was testing out how good my gag reflex control was. Thinking back, I am proud to say I took him all of the way down, thank you babe for training my throat for the last decade. And just like that I was spit roasted until both came, hubby inside me while he pulled out and sprayed my face unsure where to cum.

I couldn't believe what I had just done, and what's more, I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and how much I wanted more. So I did. Once, twice… sucking them to hardness until they would both use me. Finally, I was ready for it. Handing my friend a condom I laid back and slowly slid my husband into my ass. “I need you too.” Pussy spread and willing to be used should he choose. He did. The feeling was indescribable, like being perfectly torn in two while loving every moment, unable to breath because of how much I was trembling. I don't remember much else from that night. My husband left me with him for the rest of the night, and I was too drunk or high from pleasure to object. I do know that it wasn't the last time my friend visited, and he certainly wasn't the last man my husband shared me with. But as they say, you never forget your first.