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Emily had invited her old college friend

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As the night progressed, the alcohol flowed freely, and the atmosphere in the living room became increasingly charged. My wife, Emily, had invited her old college friend, Mark, over for drinks, and I could sense that there was more to this gathering than mere socializing. I watched as Emily sat across from Mark on the couch, their bodies brushing against each other with every move. Their laughter filled the room, but beneath the surface, I detected a subtle undercurrent of desire.

My heart raced as I imagined what might happen next. I knew Emily enjoyed the thrill of being desired by other men, and I had given her my blessing to explore these desires with Mark. As the conversation grew more intimate, I found myself becoming aroused, my breath quickening. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see Emily with another man, to know that she was being pleasured in a way that I could never provide.

Finally, Emily leaned in close to Mark and whispered something in his ear. Whatever she said, it had the desired effect, for Mark’s eyes widened with excitement. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, their tongues tangling together. The sight of their tongues dancing made my own cock twitch in my pants. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but at the same time, I found it incredibly thrilling.

As they continued to kiss, Mark reached down and began to undo Emily’s blouse, revealing her perky breasts. I watched in awe as he cupped them in his hands, massaging them gently. My own hands ached to touch her, but I knew my role in this game. I would watch and enjoy every moment of their intimacy, knowing that when it was over, I would be the one to clean up the mess they left behind.

Emily moaned loudly as Mark pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her smooth, bare pussy. His fingers danced across her folds, teasing and probing until she was wet and ready for him. Without further ado, he positioned himself between her legs and thrust deep into her. I could see the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she was taken roughly from behind. My own heart raced with desire, wishing it was me filling her up like that.

As they began to fuck, I moved closer to the couch, my eyes never leaving the erotic scene before me. I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of jealousy and arousal as I watched my wife being taken so roughly by her friend. The sound of their skin slapping together, the rhythmic grunts and moans filling the air…it was all so overwhelmingly hot.

After several minutes of rough sex, Emily leaned back against the couch and whispered something in Mark’s ear. Whatever it was, it seemed to send him over the edge. His thrusts became faster and harder, and I could see the tension building in his body. Finally, with a loud cry of release, he came deep inside my wife, filling her up and leaving a sticky trail on her skin. As he pulled out, still panting heavily, I could see the evidence of their passion splattered across her thighs.

It was then that Emily turned to me and smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Clean him up,” she said, nodding towards Mark. I swallowed hard and moved closer to him, my heart racing. As I knelt between his legs, I reached out and took his still-hard cock in my hand, beginning to stroke it gently. His breath hitched in response, and he let out a shaky sigh. I looked up at him, my own desire evident in my eyes, and slowly brought his cock to my lips. With a satisfied smile, I began to clean up the mess they had made, eagerly lapping up every drop of his cum.

I glanced up at Emily as I worked, her face flushed with pleasure and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reached out and ran a finger down my cheek, tracing the salty trail of cum. “You’re so good at that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of our combined breathing. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, aching for release.

“Come here,” she said, patting the spot beside her on the couch. Without hesitation, I moved closer and nestled myself into the space between her and Mark. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, and kissed me tenderly. I could feel her body heat through the fabric of my clothes, and her scent filled my nostrils, making my head spin. As we kissed, I could feel her hand begin to wander, tracing the outline of my erection through my pants.

Finally, she pulled away, her lips still swollen from our kiss. “I think it’s time for us to go to bed,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “I have a feeling we’re all going to need some rest.” She stood up, offering me her hand, and I took it, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. As we made our way to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder what new adventures awaited us in the morning. Mark slept on top of the couch.

Emily climbed into bed first, pulling the covers back for me. I slipped in beside her, still hard as a rock from both the anticipation of what was to come and the memory of cleaning Mark off earlier. She rolled onto her side, facing me, and reached out, tracing circles around my nipple with her fingertip. I arched my back into her touch, feeling a shudder of desire run through me.

“You know,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, “I think we should make this a regular thing.” My heart skipped a beat as I imagined the three of us together, our bodies entwined in a messy tangle of limbs and desire. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting. “Would you like that?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but the idea of sharing her like this…it was almost too much to bear. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, and kissed her tenderly. “I think I’d like that very much,” I whispered back, my voice shaking with emotion. “I think we could all learn so much from each other.”

As we lay there in the darkness, our bodies pressed tightly together, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I knew that this wasn’t the traditional definition of marriage, but somehow, in this strange and twisted way, it felt right. It felt like we were all in this together, sharing our love and our desires in a way that no one else could understand.

I slept for a while then I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking drift through the bedroom door, the soft moans and gasps filling the air like a symphony. I ached with desire, my cock straining against the fabric of my pajamas, but I didn’t want to interrupt them. I didn’t want to take away from the special connection they shared. Instead, I lay there, my fingers tracing lazy circles on Emily’s back, lost in the sensation of her skin against mine.

Emily had invited her old college friend: Cuckold story.

Finally, their lovemaking came to an end, and I heard Emily’s voice call out to me. “Hey, you awake in there?” she asked, a playful smile in her voice. I nodded, my heart racing. “Come join us,” she invited, her voice low and seductive. I didn’t need a second invitation. I climbed out of bed, my cock bobbing free from my pajamas, and padded over to the living room.

Mark was sprawled out on the couch, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Emily was straddling his lap, her face flushed and her hair a messy tangle around her shoulders. She smiled up at me, her green eyes sparkling with desire. “I thought you might like a turn,” she said, her voice husky.

I couldn’t speak, my heart racing as I took in the sight of them together. I knelt down between Mark’s spread legs, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own. Emily reached out, her fingers tracing light circles around my nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

With steady hands, I took Mark’s cock in my mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. He let out a moan, his hips bucking slightly as I began to suck him deep. I glanced up at Emily, her eyes locked on mine, her expression one of desire and trust. I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders, urging me on.

As I bobbed my head up and down on Mark’s cock, I could feel Emily’s wetness against my fingers. I slipped a hand between us, teasing her folds as she began to rock her hips in time with my movements. Her cries of pleasure mingled with Mark’s groans, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of power course through me at the knowledge that I was the one bringing them both so much pleasure.

My cock, still hard from earlier, throbbed against my stomach, demanding attention. I reached down, freeing it from my pajamas, and slowly guided it to Emily’s entrance. She looked down at me, her eyes dark with desire, and spread her legs wider, inviting me in. I pushed forward, feeling the hot, wet heat of her body engulf me as I entered her.

We moved together in perfect unison, our bodies in perfect sync as I fucked her while sucking Mark off and teasing his cock with my hand. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate union, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty of it all.

As we neared our climaxes, Emily reached down, her fingers curling around my cock and guiding me deeper inside her. I felt the tightness of her muscles begin to pulse around me, and I knew she was close. With a final thrust, I came, my body shuddering as I emptied myself into her. She arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a long, shuddering moan as she came too, her inner walls pulsing around me.

I pulled out of her, my cock still twitching, and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close, and I could feel the steady rhythm of Mark’s heart against my own as we all caught our breath. In that moment, I knew that we had found something truly special, something that went beyond the definitions of love and marriage. We had created our own unique little family, and I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything more.

As the passion began to fade, I glanced over at Mark, who was still catching his breath on the couch. His eyes met mine, and there was a look of understanding and acceptance there that I hadn’t expected. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from Emily’s forehead, his touch gentle and tender. “You two are amazing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never felt so loved.”

Emily nestled closer to me, her body warm and soft against mine. “We love you too,” she said simply. “You’re our family now.”

We spent the rest of the night like that, curled up together on the couch, occasionally stealing a kiss or a caress. I knew that this was only the beginning, that there would be challenges ahead and that our relationship would continue to evolve. But in that moment, as we held each other close, I knew that we could face anything together, as long as we had each other.

As the night wore on, our exhaustion finally began to catch up with us, and we drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a heap on the couch. I woke up a few hours later, disoriented for a moment before remembering where I was. The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Emily was curled up against my side, her breathing steady and deep. Mark was sprawled out on the other side of the couch, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of contentment and peace wash over me. This was home, I realized. This was where I belonged. And as long as Emily and Mark were here with me, I knew that I could face anything that the world might throw at us. Together, we were unstoppable.

The End

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