I was at my boring side gig, waiting tables and trying not to lose my mind, when one of my fellow servers started chatting me up. She’d talked about her husband before so I was a little confused when she started trying to get to know more about my bedroom preferences. Finally, I understood. I should have smelled it on her the first day I met her: she was looking for a fine piece of cunt to fuck her husband.

After our shift I talked to her and I was proved right, so instead of calling for a ride home I went with her back to her place. We got to their house and as we got out of the car she told me to get ready, he doesn’t need a lot of warm up time.

We get inside and the first thing she says is “I have a present for you.”

We turn the corner into the living room and this tall, lean man is laying on the couch. He’s shirtless with just sweatpants on and he looks like he was carved out of marble. My jaw dropped but I quickly closed it as he ran his eyes up and down my form. He grinned and I couldn’t help but blush.

He stood up and took my hand and asked me my name as he led me to the bedroom. I told him and he smiled as he sat me down on the edge of the bed. He told me to open wide so I did, stretching my tongue out and letting him get a good look at the back of my throat. He told me to pull donw his pants so I did. His cock popped out, hard and throbbing and my mouth filled with saliva just looking at it.

His wife sat nearby, silent but smiling, as he took the back of my head in his hand and shoved his dick in my mouth. I moaned around his shaft as he pumped it into my mouth, swirling my tongue along his shaft. He groaned inn pleasure, saying my mouth was the best he’d ever felt. I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into my mouth, pulling his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He gasped, his grip tightening in my hair.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved me back onto the bed. I squealed with excitement as he spread my thighs and pulled my panties down. In record time he pushed himself inside of me and started pumping away at my pussy.

I had been mentally unprepared to take that much cock that quickly. I gripped the sheets beneath me as my cunt struggling to adjust to his girth. I threw my head back and forth against the pillows as his hips met mine, pumping into me and threatening to split me in half.

I moaned, begging for more, as he praised my tits and my cunt, his hands squeezing my breasts through my bra.

His wife sat motionless, her eyes wide as if afraid to miss a single second of the show going on in front of her. I looked at her and I could see the want in her eyes, the intense need building from watching her man fuck me. I leaned in, dragging scratches down his back hard enough to leave marks and begged for more of his fat cock.

He moaned that he loved my pussy, that he wanted to bury himself inside me and forget about everything else.

I screamed as I came on his cock, gritting my teeth together and arching up into him. He fucked me through it, pounding into me until he too hit his climax.

He came inside me, unloading his balls inside of me and filling me to the brim with his cum. He pulled out and his cum slipped out, sticking to my pussy lips and his cock, connecting us with white sticky strings.

He smiled at me and leaned over and kissed my forehead. He looked over his shoulder at his wife and said he wanted to see “this one” more often.

I guess I did a good job.