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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
29/06/2026
My childhood best friend came to visit for a few days, he hasn't seen me or my wife since our wedding. We made the most of it and drank, fished and just hung out.
The day before he left my wife came with us fishing, when we got home my wife went to change out of her bathing suit top and Jean shorts. We were sitting on the couch together waiting to see what my wife wanted for dinner.
My wife didn't shut the door because we were kinda used to not having anyone around. I got up to get a drink for my buddy and I. As I walked around the couch I noticed from his view point he could see into the bedroom clearly, also could see my nude wife through said doorway. I was wondering if he looked, I thought there was no way he didn't look.
Later that evening I mentioned it to my wife. She started asking questions about how much he saw? We were both excited cause we've had a bit of a thing for "showing off" and also a sharing fantasy. We never thought it would be a friend, more of a stranger deal. We spoke about it for a while and decided she would give him a Better show before he leaves. I was very excited. We had some great sex that night and devised a plan.
The morning I couldn't wait, over the breakfast nook I called him out and asked if he was looking at my nude wife and played it like I actually saw him looking at her (I never actually did). He was taken back and said "no of course not", I said no need to lie, she's well worth looking at. He immediately agreed but said he hadn't. My wife not fully into the conversation from the kitchen. She said "awww thanks" and I said "woah now". My wife said it's just a body, why can't he look. He laughed and said yeah just a body and rolled his eyes at me.
I chuckled with him, I paused and said "you know what she's right, come here babe." It got really quiet, she walked over. I said I'll call you bluff, show him. She acted shy, but deep down was ready. My buddy said you don't need to do this, my wife shrugged and said "it's just a body".
My wife still in her p.j.s and no bra or panties began lifting her shirt. Her moderate sized boobs sat on her chest, her nips poked out, and her brown areoles on her pale body were on full display. My buddy was locked in. My wife said "I guess the pants" I said "it's just a body" and shrugged. She hooked her fingers and pulled down the p.j shorts. Her large shaved pussy on display, her meaty labia tucked between her two lips and protruded out like a little tongue. We stood there, my buddy complimented her on her body.
She stood there for a moment, letting him take her in, then slowly—deliberately—she reached down with both hands. Her fingers found her outer lips, and with a gentle, practiced motion, she spread herself open right there in the kitchen doorway. The pink inner folds revealed themselves, glistening slightly in the morning light, her clit peeking out from its hood. She held herself open like that, standing completely naked between her husband and his oldest friend, her pussy fully exposed and on display.
My buddy leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide. "Damn," he breathed, "could I... see it better? The light in here..."
I looked at my wife, and she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Living room," she said. "Better lighting."
We moved into the living room, the energy thick with anticipation. She positioned herself in the center of the room, where the large window let in the warm morning sun. Without prompting, she sat back on the couch, then changed her mind and moved to the armchair, propping one leg up on the seat and letting the other dangle to the floor. She was completely open to us now, her pussy fully visible from where we stood.
Then she did something that shifted the energy entirely.
She used her index fingers to hook the edges of her labia, and began opening and closing them slowly, making them mimic a talking mouth. "Well, hello there," she said in an exaggerated, goofy voice, moving her pussy lips in time with the words. "Nice to finally meet you!"
The absurdity of it broke the tension. My buddy burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. She continued her little puppet show, making her pussy "talk" in different voices—deep and gruff, then high and squeaky—while the three of us laughed until tears formed in our eyes.
"She's got quite the personality," my buddy joked, wiping his eye.
"She's a real character," I agreed, still chuckling.
But as the laughter died down, our attention returned to the sight before us. My wife had stopped her antics, her hands still resting on her thighs, her legs spread wide. And that's when we both noticed it—a creamy white slickness beginning to coat her inner lips, gathering at her entrance and glistening in the sunlight. She was wet. Not just a little damp—she was genuinely aroused, her body responding to the situation with unmistakable enthusiasm.
My buddy and I exchanged a glance. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, and I felt my own arousal straining against my shorts. The game had just changed.
My wife looked down at herself, then back up at us, her cheeks flushed pink. "Well," she said softly, her voice losing the playful edge and taking on something huskier. "I guess I'm not fooling anyone, am I?"
"No," I said, stepping closer. "You're not."
She reached over to the side table drawer—she must have planned this far ahead, I realized—and pulled out a thick, realistic dildo, flesh-colored and veined, with a suction cup base. She held it up for us to see, then brought it to her mouth, sliding the tip past her lips and coating it with saliva, her eyes locked on ours as she sucked it slowly, obscenely, taking it deep until her lips kissed the base.
My buddy groaned beside me. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
She pulled the dildo from her mouth with a wet pop, then positioned herself back in the armchair, her ass at the edge of the seat, legs spread wide and hooked over the arms. She teased the head against her slit, rubbing it up and down through her creamy folds, gathering her arousal on the tip.
Then, slowly, she began to push it inside.
We watched, transfixed, as her pussy lips stretched around the girth, sucking the toy in inch by inch. She was so wet it slid in easily, her inner walls gripping it visibly, the shaft disappearing until only an inch remained outside. She let out a long, low moan, her head falling back against the chair, then began to work it in and out with shallow thrusts.
I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my shorts and freed my cock, already hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my buddy do the same, his cock springing out—thick and slightly curved, circumcised like mine but a shade darker. We stood there on either side of her, fisting ourselves as we watched her fuck herself, the dildo making wet, squelching sounds as she picked up the pace.
"Fuck, look at her," my buddy said, his voice strained. "Look how she's taking it."
She was glorious. Her moderate tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and dark, her stomach muscles flexing as she drove the toy deeper. Her pussy was a mess of creamy white arousal, coating the dildo and dripping down to her ass, making her hole shine. She opened her eyes and watched us jerking off, her gaze darting between our cocks, her mouth slightly open, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Come closer," she panted. "I want to see."
We stepped in, standing on either side of the chair, our cocks inches from her face as we stroked. She turned her head to watch my buddy's hand moving up and down his shaft, then turned to mine, comparing us, her hips never stopping their rhythm as she fucked herself harder.
I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening, the familiar heat coiling at the base of my spine. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, my voice hoarse.
"On me," she begged. "Cover my pussy, baby."
I positioned myself at the foot of the chair, angling my cock down toward her stretched hole, my hand flying over my shaft. My buddy stepped back slightly to give me room, still stroking himself furiously. I watched her work the dildo, watched her pussy grip and release the silicone shaft, watched the creamy arousal smearing everywhere—and then I was coming, hard, my cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from me.
The first shot landed across her clit and the dildo shaft. The second and third splattered across her labia, coating her fingers where they gripped the toy. I kept stroking, milking every drop, watching my seed mix with her cream, making her pussy a sloppy, white mess. I stepped back, breathing hard, my cock still twitching.
She didn't pause. If anything, she fucked herself harder, using my cum as lubricant, the dildo sliding even easier now through the mixture of our fluids. The sight was obscene and beautiful—her pussy frosted with my seed, the toy pumping in and out, making wet, filthy sounds.
My buddy had moved closer again, his hand working his cock with desperate speed. "Can I—" he started, his voice breaking. "Can I do that too?"
I looked at my wife. She was lost in it, her eyes glazed, her hips bucking against the dildo. She managed to nod, biting her lip. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, cover me. I'm so close."
He positioned himself where I had stood, his cock aimed at her pussy as she fucked herself with wild abandon now, the dildo slamming in and out, her free hand rubbing furiously at her clit, smearing my cum everywhere. Her orgasm was building—I could see it in the tension of her thighs, the way her toes curled, the desperate noises climbing from her throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her hips lifting off the chair. "Don't stop watching, don't stop—"
She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her hand yanking the dildo out in one swift motion. Her pussy gaped open, pulsing, clenching on nothing, her orgasm making her hole flutter and contract. My buddy groaned loudly and then he was coming too, his cock jerking in his hand as he aimed directly at her open, spasming cunt.
The first blast hit her stretched entrance, splashing across her gaping hole.
The second and third shots landed inside, filling her opening with thick white cum. He kept stroking, painting her labia, her clit, her inner thighs, until she was absolutely drenched, a pool of his seed gathering at her entrance.
As her orgasm subsided, her pussy slowly began to close, but not before we watched, mesmerized, as the combined cum—his and mine—slipped and slid down into her vagina, gravity pulling the white fluid deeper inside her, coating her walls. It was obscene and intimate and the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.
She lay there, trembling, her chest heaving, her pussy a mess of cum and cream, still gaping slightly, showing pink and white inside. My buddy stumbled back, spent, tucking himself away with shaking hands.
I grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and returned to find her still sprawled in the chair, legs open, the sight of her used, cum-filled pussy making my cock twitch despite my recent orgasm. I handed her the towel, but she didn't immediately clean herself. She let us watch as she brought the towel between her legs, pressing it against her messy folds, then slowly, deliberately, wiping the cum from her pussy. She dragged the towel through her slit, collecting our seed, cleaning her clit, then folding the towel to a clean spot and pressing it inside herself slightly, soaking up what had pooled in her entrance.
She worked slowly, methodically, letting us watch every swipe of the fabric against her sensitive flesh, her occasional winces and soft moans as the rough towel passed over her overstimulated clit. When she finished, she was pink and clean again, though a thin trail of white still leaked from her hole, evidence of what we'd done.
She looked up at us both, her smile lazy and satisfied. "So," she said, her voice husky. "Who's making breakfast?
FUCK MY WIFE!
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The day before he left my wife came with us fishing, when we got home my wife went to change out of her bathing suit top and Jean shorts. We were sitting on the couch together waiting to see what my wife wanted for dinner.
My wife didn't shut the door because we were kinda used to not having anyone around. I got up to get a drink for my buddy and I. As I walked around the couch I noticed from his view point he could see into the bedroom clearly, also could see my nude wife through said doorway. I was wondering if he looked, I thought there was no way he didn't look.
Later that evening I mentioned it to my wife. She started asking questions about how much he saw? We were both excited cause we've had a bit of a thing for "showing off" and also a sharing fantasy. We never thought it would be a friend, more of a stranger deal. We spoke about it for a while and decided she would give him a Better show before he leaves. I was very excited. We had some great sex that night and devised a plan.
The morning I couldn't wait, over the breakfast nook I called him out and asked if he was looking at my nude wife and played it like I actually saw him looking at her (I never actually did). He was taken back and said "no of course not", I said no need to lie, she's well worth looking at. He immediately agreed but said he hadn't. My wife not fully into the conversation from the kitchen. She said "awww thanks" and I said "woah now". My wife said it's just a body, why can't he look. He laughed and said yeah just a body and rolled his eyes at me.
I chuckled with him, I paused and said "you know what she's right, come here babe." It got really quiet, she walked over. I said I'll call you bluff, show him. She acted shy, but deep down was ready. My buddy said you don't need to do this, my wife shrugged and said "it's just a body".
My wife still in her p.j.s and no bra or panties began lifting her shirt. Her moderate sized boobs sat on her chest, her nips poked out, and her brown areoles on her pale body were on full display. My buddy was locked in. My wife said "I guess the pants" I said "it's just a body" and shrugged. She hooked her fingers and pulled down the p.j shorts. Her large shaved pussy on display, her meaty labia tucked between her two lips and protruded out like a little tongue. We stood there, my buddy complimented her on her body.
She stood there for a moment, letting him take her in, then slowly—deliberately—she reached down with both hands. Her fingers found her outer lips, and with a gentle, practiced motion, she spread herself open right there in the kitchen doorway. The pink inner folds revealed themselves, glistening slightly in the morning light, her clit peeking out from its hood. She held herself open like that, standing completely naked between her husband and his oldest friend, her pussy fully exposed and on display.
My buddy leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide. "Damn," he breathed, "could I... see it better? The light in here..."
I looked at my wife, and she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Living room," she said. "Better lighting."
We moved into the living room, the energy thick with anticipation. She positioned herself in the center of the room, where the large window let in the warm morning sun. Without prompting, she sat back on the couch, then changed her mind and moved to the armchair, propping one leg up on the seat and letting the other dangle to the floor. She was completely open to us now, her pussy fully visible from where we stood.
Then she did something that shifted the energy entirely.
She used her index fingers to hook the edges of her labia, and began opening and closing them slowly, making them mimic a talking mouth. "Well, hello there," she said in an exaggerated, goofy voice, moving her pussy lips in time with the words. "Nice to finally meet you!"
The absurdity of it broke the tension. My buddy burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. She continued her little puppet show, making her pussy "talk" in different voices—deep and gruff, then high and squeaky—while the three of us laughed until tears formed in our eyes.
"She's got quite the personality," my buddy joked, wiping his eye.
"She's a real character," I agreed, still chuckling.
But as the laughter died down, our attention returned to the sight before us. My wife had stopped her antics, her hands still resting on her thighs, her legs spread wide. And that's when we both noticed it—a creamy white slickness beginning to coat her inner lips, gathering at her entrance and glistening in the sunlight. She was wet. Not just a little damp—she was genuinely aroused, her body responding to the situation with unmistakable enthusiasm.
My buddy and I exchanged a glance. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, and I felt my own arousal straining against my shorts. The game had just changed.
My wife looked down at herself, then back up at us, her cheeks flushed pink. "Well," she said softly, her voice losing the playful edge and taking on something huskier. "I guess I'm not fooling anyone, am I?"
"No," I said, stepping closer. "You're not."
She reached over to the side table drawer—she must have planned this far ahead, I realized—and pulled out a thick, realistic dildo, flesh-colored and veined, with a suction cup base. She held it up for us to see, then brought it to her mouth, sliding the tip past her lips and coating it with saliva, her eyes locked on ours as she sucked it slowly, obscenely, taking it deep until her lips kissed the base.
My buddy groaned beside me. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.
She pulled the dildo from her mouth with a wet pop, then positioned herself back in the armchair, her ass at the edge of the seat, legs spread wide and hooked over the arms. She teased the head against her slit, rubbing it up and down through her creamy folds, gathering her arousal on the tip.
Then, slowly, she began to push it inside.
We watched, transfixed, as her pussy lips stretched around the girth, sucking the toy in inch by inch. She was so wet it slid in easily, her inner walls gripping it visibly, the shaft disappearing until only an inch remained outside. She let out a long, low moan, her head falling back against the chair, then began to work it in and out with shallow thrusts.
I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my shorts and freed my cock, already hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my buddy do the same, his cock springing out—thick and slightly curved, circumcised like mine but a shade darker. We stood there on either side of her, fisting ourselves as we watched her fuck herself, the dildo making wet, squelching sounds as she picked up the pace.
"Fuck, look at her," my buddy said, his voice strained. "Look how she's taking it."
She was glorious. Her moderate tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and dark, her stomach muscles flexing as she drove the toy deeper. Her pussy was a mess of creamy white arousal, coating the dildo and dripping down to her ass, making her hole shine. She opened her eyes and watched us jerking off, her gaze darting between our cocks, her mouth slightly open, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Come closer," she panted. "I want to see."
We stepped in, standing on either side of the chair, our cocks inches from her face as we stroked. She turned her head to watch my buddy's hand moving up and down his shaft, then turned to mine, comparing us, her hips never stopping their rhythm as she fucked herself harder.
I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening, the familiar heat coiling at the base of my spine. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, my voice hoarse.
"On me," she begged. "Cover my pussy, baby."
I positioned myself at the foot of the chair, angling my cock down toward her stretched hole, my hand flying over my shaft. My buddy stepped back slightly to give me room, still stroking himself furiously. I watched her work the dildo, watched her pussy grip and release the silicone shaft, watched the creamy arousal smearing everywhere—and then I was coming, hard, my cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from me.
The first shot landed across her clit and the dildo shaft. The second and third splattered across her labia, coating her fingers where they gripped the toy. I kept stroking, milking every drop, watching my seed mix with her cream, making her pussy a sloppy, white mess. I stepped back, breathing hard, my cock still twitching.
She didn't pause. If anything, she fucked herself harder, using my cum as lubricant, the dildo sliding even easier now through the mixture of our fluids. The sight was obscene and beautiful—her pussy frosted with my seed, the toy pumping in and out, making wet, filthy sounds.
My buddy had moved closer again, his hand working his cock with desperate speed. "Can I—" he started, his voice breaking. "Can I do that too?"
I looked at my wife. She was lost in it, her eyes glazed, her hips bucking against the dildo. She managed to nod, biting her lip. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, cover me. I'm so close."
He positioned himself where I had stood, his cock aimed at her pussy as she fucked herself with wild abandon now, the dildo slamming in and out, her free hand rubbing furiously at her clit, smearing my cum everywhere. Her orgasm was building—I could see it in the tension of her thighs, the way her toes curled, the desperate noises climbing from her throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her hips lifting off the chair. "Don't stop watching, don't stop—"
She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her hand yanking the dildo out in one swift motion. Her pussy gaped open, pulsing, clenching on nothing, her orgasm making her hole flutter and contract. My buddy groaned loudly and then he was coming too, his cock jerking in his hand as he aimed directly at her open, spasming cunt.
The first blast hit her stretched entrance, splashing across her gaping hole.
The second and third shots landed inside, filling her opening with thick white cum. He kept stroking, painting her labia, her clit, her inner thighs, until she was absolutely drenched, a pool of his seed gathering at her entrance.
As her orgasm subsided, her pussy slowly began to close, but not before we watched, mesmerized, as the combined cum—his and mine—slipped and slid down into her vagina, gravity pulling the white fluid deeper inside her, coating her walls. It was obscene and intimate and the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.
She lay there, trembling, her chest heaving, her pussy a mess of cum and cream, still gaping slightly, showing pink and white inside. My buddy stumbled back, spent, tucking himself away with shaking hands.
I grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and returned to find her still sprawled in the chair, legs open, the sight of her used, cum-filled pussy making my cock twitch despite my recent orgasm. I handed her the towel, but she didn't immediately clean herself. She let us watch as she brought the towel between her legs, pressing it against her messy folds, then slowly, deliberately, wiping the cum from her pussy. She dragged the towel through her slit, collecting our seed, cleaning her clit, then folding the towel to a clean spot and pressing it inside herself slightly, soaking up what had pooled in her entrance.
She worked slowly, methodically, letting us watch every swipe of the fabric against her sensitive flesh, her occasional winces and soft moans as the rough towel passed over her overstimulated clit. When she finished, she was pink and clean again, though a thin trail of white still leaked from her hole, evidence of what we'd done.
She looked up at us both, her smile lazy and satisfied. "So," she said, her voice husky. "Who's making breakfast?
 TAKE MY WIFE |
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