I’ve met a lot of great people on Reddit. And I’m always too lazy to post about it afterwards. Imma try and change that now, famous last words. This story happened a while back, when we could do things like work in an office with other living human beings. But I digress. Sexy stuff after the asterisks.

I (dude) started a job at a tech company. Consumer-focused. Which meant that we had a ton of designers/user researchers to make sure we got it right. And, as someone on the product team, I regularly crossed paths with the design crew. And they were great. Funny, nerdy, could photoshop Kanye West into anyone’s facebook pic in like 5 min, which we took advantage of way too much. Remember, this was before Kanye went full-on crazy (I mean, he was still crazy, just not at the Don Quixote, let’s run a random-ass presidential campaign crazy).

Long story short, I grew close to the designers. We’d always grab drinks after work or watch movies together. And I really hit it off with Jen. Not in a sexual way. I mean, not only was she a lesbian, she was also married. But our personalities sparked like crazy. Same sarcastic sense of humor. Same annoyance with the cookie cutter Marvel movies. Hell, we even had the same taste in women, which we put to good use while people-watching. Jen was black, 5’5”, curly hair that she’d highlight purple or pink. Average/thicker body, but she carried it in her ass in a great way. And, as a brown guy, I couldn’t help but appreciate the way her jeans struggled to hold her curves in. But I appreciated from afar. After all, she was married to a woman and, more importantly, she was a friend...although sometimes, when the nights got late, our banter definitely took on a flirty tone. She’d compliment my body (tall, lean, former Army/gym fit). We’d talk about our sexual conquests, including the time she converted her college roommate to the dark side and the time I’d regularly hooked up with a lesbian who wanted to suck my cock (it’s in my post history). And she usually seemed to find excuses to touch me, her hands lingering. But I always chalked it up to her being a friendly drunk. And she’d act the same way when her wife, Beth, was there. But Beth was another story altogether.

Jen was warm, funny, animated. Beth was the opposite. Aloof. Proper. Always slightly condescending when she talked to me. But Jen loved Beth and, I’ll admit, the two of them were a good team. Beth reined in Jen’s scatterbrained personality and Jen definitely livened things up for Beth. But there was always this weird undercurrent of tension between me and Beth. Like, she was jealous of how easy Jen and I would banter, and it didn’t help that we would sometimes tease Beth together. Although Beth’s personality annoyed me to no end, in terms of looks, she was definitely in my wheelhouse. She was white, 5’7”, asymmetric blue hair, arms coated in tattoos. And, the kicker for me: her tits were bigger than my head. She was definitely on the bbw side, but that was because her breasts were so fucking big. Think Samantha 38g sized. And I know she caught me staring at her rack more than a few times, which always resulted in an annoyed patrician sneer from her. And, to make it worse, Jen picked up on the fact that I was a tit man, and she’d relentlessly tease me about how sensitive Beth was on her nipples, and how she could orgasm from breast play alone. I’d laugh it off in the bar at home but, yeah, that definitely made me stare at Beth’s tits a hell of a lot more.

And then things took a turn.

Jen’s birthday was coming up on a Sunday. And we really wanted to celebrate her. She’d been a machine all year, cranking out incredible product wireframes, picking up the slack for struggling team members, and legit making everyone smile on a daily basis. So when Beth invited us to a Friday birthday celebration at their place, we went all out as a team. Photoshopped her onto all the memes. Got her a shit-ton of Funko pops. And even created some goddamn homemade 4 Loko. It was the best time. Even if Beth was walking around with a stick up her ass the whole time. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Beth looked incredible. She was wearing a tight-fitting shirt that could barely contain her massive tits, but she was even more lame than normal that night.

Later in the evening, a little tipsy, I went to the second bathroom in Jen and Beth’s bedroom. But, when I came out, the bedroom door was closed. And Beth was awkwardly standing by the bed.

“Can we talk?” she asked, more hesitant than I’d ever seen her before.

“Um, ok.” I said, certain that I’d broken some weird unwritten rule in Beth’s house by taking a leak in their master bathroom.

Beth stared at me, hard-eyed. And then said the one thing I didn’t expect, “Are you interested in having sex with my wife?”

Not gonna lie, it wasn’t my finest moment. I stuttered, trying to find a way out of this. I mean, yeah, I’d thought about it. But I’m a guy. I’ve also fleetingly thought about fucking my 50 year-old neighbor. But, Beth wasn’t mad. She was genuinely hoping that I’d say yes.

It turned out that I wasn’t imagining my connection with Jen. I was apparently in her wheelhouse of looks and she’d been intentionally flirting with me hard at the bars, and had confessed to her wife that she desperately wanted to fuck me while they had sex, actually making Beth role play as me a few times while she wore a strap on and took Jen doggystyle. Jen would never act on it and it wasn’t the first time they’d engaged in roleplay/dirty talk like this. But it was the first time it had been about someone they both knew in real life. And someone they knew had been with a lesbian previously. And Beth, to her credit, wanted to give Jen the best birthday present ever. A threesome with me and my cock. That was suddenly pre-cumming like mad.

I returned to the party and Jen greeted me with a big hug and whispered in my ear “I want to suck your cock so badly”. And I knew this was going to be fun. But Beth wanted to do it on Jen’s actual birthday, two days from now. So I had a few days before I could finally feel Jen’s pussy wrapped around my cock. And yeah, I was hard literally those entire two days.

******Sexy Stuff******

Sunday evening, I swung by Beth and Jen’s place again. I’d been there a bunch before but this time was different. Jen opened the door and my jaw dropped. She was wearing sexy lingerie. Crotchless. And I could tell her pussy was already wet.

“Hey baby,” she said, but I was already closing the door, wrapping her in a rough kiss, my hand grabbing that ass that had been tempting me for so fucking long. And she was just as hungry, shoving her tongue into my mouth, grinding her body against mine. After we separated, she went over the ground rules. We had to use condoms. No anal. And yes, I could fuck both of them if I wanted, although Jen had first dibs.

We stepped into the bedroom and I finally got to see Beth’s fat tits unleashed. They were enormous, perfectly shaped, with the biggest areolas I’d ever seen in person. And even though her ever-present scowl was still there, I didn’t care because Jen was already on her knees, unzipping my jeans, immediately throating my cock with her thick lips.

I quickly undressed and sat on the bed as Jen lovingly sucked my cock, licking up and down the shaft, tonguing my balls with a precision that surprised the hell out of me. I knew she’d been with men in high school. But clearly, she hadn’t forgotten a thing as I felt a guttural moan rising in my throat.

But I couldn’t let her have all the fun. I gently disengaged my cock and told her it was my turn. I pulled her onto the bed and slowly worked my way down to her dripping pussy, teasing her lower lips and inner thighs, before carefully, delicately laying my tongue thickly across her clit. I could feel her pussy gushing down my chin but I moved slowly, deliberately, working her clit and, without warning, I felt her tense up and suddenly start screaming as she drenched my face in a gushing orgasm. And I softly kept licking as she came down, moving my face up to hers.

“Taste yourself, Jen,” I commanded, and, like a good girl, she licked all of her cum off my face. And, as I looked to her puffy pussy, I knew it was time to give her what she really wanted. I wrapped my cock in a condom and carefully rubbed it up and down her pussy.

“Do you want this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathlessly responded.

“I want you to ask me,” I ordered.

Jen looked into my eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me with that hard cock, baby.”

“I wasn’t asking you,” I said. I looked over to Beth and her resting bitch face. “I want you to ask me to fuck your wife.” I felt Jen’s pussy suddenly twitch as Beth muttered, “I want you to fuck my wife.”

And with that, I slowly eased my cock into Jen’s pussy. And she immediately started orgasming on my cock. But this time, I wasn’t going to let her rest. I grabbed her hips with my hands and started sensually driving my cock in and out of her pussy. Controlling the tempo. Wrapping a hand softly around her neck. Bending down to furiously make out with her while my cock plunged in and out of her pussy until I felt her tightening up for a third orgasm.

But I wasn’t done. My stupid human trick is that I stay hard forever, making me insatiable in the bedroom. So I flipped jen onto all fours, grabbed her fat ass with my hands as I entered her pussy from behind, fucking her doggystyle. And this time, I wasn’t gentle. I worked that pussy, spanking her fat ass, licked a thumb and slowly worked it into that ass that I’d fantasized about forever. And Jen loved it, I could feel her cum soaking my crotch as she moaned nonstop.

And then I heard it. Another moan. But it didn’t come from Jen. It came from Beth. Who was sitting on a chair in the corner. Eyes glued to us, her hand furiously working her pussy, pausing only to bring her fingers to her mouth so she could taste herself. And I locked eyes with Beth as I fucked her wife. Beth, the stupid fucking priss, the wet blanket, the woman who annoyed the hell out of me was sitting 6 feet away from me, nipples fully erect, pussy turning red as she maintained eye contact with me while I rough fucked her wife into orgasmic bliss.

Jen finally disengaged from doggy style, covered in sweat, pussy exhausted. But I wasn’t done yet. I stay hard for an annoyingly long time, but this time, I didn’t have to jerk myself off at the end. I pointed to Beth and said, “Your turn.”

Beth hesitated for a minute until Jen walked over to her, freshly fucked, and gave her a deep kiss. “He feels so good, baby,” she said, tenderly grabbing Beth’s hand and leading her to the bed. “Let me help you.”

Jen got on her knees and experly opened Beth’s legs, savoring the smell of her wet pussy before diving in. And, let me tell you, I thought I was good at eating pussy. Jen put me to shame. She had Beth screaming in pleasure in seconds. I moved over to Beth’s fat tits and began worshipping them with my mouth. Softly tracing the areolas with my tongue, working her hard nipples with my hands, finally tasting those tits I had been admiring forever. I moved up to Beth’s face, gently pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, and softly began to make out with her upper lips while her wife worked her lower lips.

And I moved Beth’s hand to my cock. She was awkward, fumbling around it. Clearly unused to working a cock attached to a human. I pulled away and told Jen, “It’s my turn.”

Jen eagerly stepped aside and I stood over Beth, my cock softly resting on her pussy. Beth’s lips were pursed. I knew she was only doing this for her wife. But I also knew that I’d wanted her for ages, and I could feel how wet her pussy was. I pushed my cock into her pussy, slowly, deliberately, taking my time. And I heard her soft moan as I reached full penetration. Saw her biting her lower lip as I began rocking my hips. And I knew she was enjoying this too, even if she wouldn’t admit it just yet.

I spread Beth’s legs, fucking her slowly, steadily. And then Jen moved over into a 69 position and pulled back Beth’s upper pussy area so she could lick her clit while I worked her pussy. And I continued fucking Beth while she and Jen licked each other’s pussies. And, as I felt both of them orgasming, I knew I was in fucking heaven and felt my own orgasm building.

“Move, Jen,” I commanded as I took control of Beth’s legs. Furiously fucking her in missionary, pinning her hands abover her head, watching her tits flopping helplessly as my cock tightened. I pulled out, ripped off the condom, and spurted rope after rope after rope of cum all over Beth’s tits. I cum heavy in general but after this situation? Yeah, it was a fucking waterfall.

“Holy shit,” Jen muttered.

“I told you I cum heavy,” I grinned. “Now clean it up. We’re going to have a round two.”