ho**** Posted April 14 It started like a hundred other nights—a last-minute plan, a few drinks, and the kind of energy that only surfaces when you know you're not doing anything responsible tomorrow. My wife had texted me around 10, half-tipsy already, asking if I could come pick her and her best friend Kayla up from the bar. They were just a few blocks from our place. “We’re trashed,” she wrote, followed by three crying-laughing emojis. I tossed on a hoodie and headed out. When I pulled up, they were leaning on each other, heels in hand, giggling like ***agers do. My wife slid into the passenger seat, Kayla into the back, both reeking of fruity vodka drinks and bad decisions. Their cheeks were flushed, makeup slightly smudged, and they kept whispering things to each other that made them burst into laughter. Back at the apartment, the vibe was loose and chaotic in that familiar way that only happens with people you’re fully comfortable around. We kicked off our shoes, turned on some music, and my wife pulled out the little glass pipe we kept stashed in the kitchen drawer. A few hits in, we were all floating. Kayla flopped on the couch, legs over my wife's lap, already a little too cozy. “Let’s play a game,” she said, eyes glittering with mischief. “Truth or dare?” I raised an eyebrow. “What are we, fif***?” “Exactly,” she grinned. “But drunk and h*gh. Way more fun.” My wife went to get the naughty truth or dare card game she had bought for her bachelorette party, I had never played. We started off tame. Truths about exes, secrets, regrets. But it didn’t take long to realize that we were all pretty open—and a little too honest for “truth” to be any kind of challenge. So we dropped it. Dares only. That’s when things shifted. Emily (my wife) grabbed a card “take off your top” she read the dare out loud. She paused for half a second, then ***led her shirt off like it was nothing. No bra. Just… there. She stretched, completely unbothered, letting the moment sit heavy in the air. Kayla laughed, but her eyes lingered a little longer than I expected. Then my wife smirked. “Your turn,” she said, looking at Kayla. Kayla took her card and read it “make out with the person to your left for one minute”. “You’re such a bitch,” my wife said, then without hesitation, leaned in and kissed Kayla—slow, soft, and way longer than a joke should last. I sat there, half-frozen, half-thrilled, watching my wife’s lips moving with her best friend’s like this wasn’t the first time they’d thought about it. It escalated fast. Dares turned into dares on top of dares. At one point, I was dared to let Kayla lick the inside of my thigh. Just that. Innocent enough—until her mouth was there, warm and lingering, eyes looking up at me like she knew exactly what she was doing. I looked over at my wife, expecting her to freak or laugh it off. But instead, she was biting her lip, watching. Really watching. That’s when it became clear this wasn’t just a game anymore. We didn't need more dares, the excitement had infected us all. Kayla made her way up my thigh, kissing the bulge under my shorts. I was nearly shaking, Emily was rubbing her crotch through her shorts. It was all happening so fast, and it was hard to really know how much time was passing because of the alcohol. Emily moved down and gently pushed Kayla aside "that's my husband" she smiled and giggled, and I thought that would be the end of it, but then she kissed me, and it was hot and urgent. Kayla was still at my thigh, but she reached over and ran her hand over my cock. Emily stopped, looked at her, and we stared at each other in silence. Letting what was happening sink in. Emily was topless, Kayla was wearing an outfit so revealing that she was practically nude, and I felt like I was way in over my head. Kayla's fingers brushed across the front of my shorts, and I felt myself growing. Her fingers were light, teasing, and she smiled as my cock twitched and began to strain against the fabric. "He likes this, Em," she whispered. "I bet he does," she smirked. "So do I." Emily kissed me again, but I couldn't stop watching her hand slide over to where Kayla's fingers were touching me. Our eyes locked and she held my gaze as she began rubbing, too. My cock throbbed and my heart was pounding, but I couldn't think clearly enough to speak or react. Emily looked at Kayla, then reached for her, and Kayla's mouth was on her nipple, and then they were kissing again, and the only thought in my head was: oh, fuck. The two of them together was mesmerizing, and I sat there frozen, watching, waiting, feeling. My wife had one hand in Kayla's hair, and the other was now under my shorts, wrapping around my cock. I watched her stroking it while Kayla's tongue ran along her breasts, and then they both looked at me, grinning. "Do you like this, babe?" Emily asked, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes," I said, barely a whisper. "Do you want more?" "God, yes." Kayla moved closer to me, straddling my leg, grinding her body against mine. "This okay?" She whispered. "Yes," I said again, feeling my head spinning as Kayla's tits pressed into my chest and her tongue slipped into my mouth. She was the opposite of my wife, where my wife was petite she was thicc, Emily had blonde hair and blue eyes, and Kayla was a brunette with brown eyes, but somehow the difference was hotter, sexier. I felt Emily tugging at my shorts, and I lifted my hips, letting her pull them down. She smiled up at me, her eyes wide and dark with desire, and took me into her mouth. I groaned as her lips wrapped around the tip, sliding down my shaft, her tongue flicking and swirling, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Kayla pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties to the side, exposing her slick pussy, and rubbed her clit in slow circles. I reached down and ran my finger along her folds, gathering up some of her wetness, and spread it around her clit. Emily's pace was steady, and she sucked me with perfect intensity, and I felt Kayla's hand wrapping around the base of my shaft. Emily suddenly stopped and looked up "are we moving too fast?" she asked, obviously dealing with the affects of the weed. "No, not at all" I replied. "Kay, are you sure this is ok?" Emily asked. Kayla bit her lip, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "I'm positive. Now get back to work, you've got a dick to suck." Emily giggled and returned her attention to my cock, licking and sucking with renewed enthusiasm. Kayla moaned and bucked her hips as I fingered her faster, my thumb pressing against her clit. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged, her breath coming in short gasps. Emily's rhythm quickened and she stroked me faster and faster, her tongue swirling around the tip, her mouth wet and hot. Kayla's cries were getting louder, her grip tightening, her hips thrusting wildly. Suddenly Emily stood up, grabbed our hands, and drug us to the bedroom. "Get naked," she demanded. We both obeyed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife. On the bed. Legs spread. And her best friend. Her face buried between Emily's legs. Eating her pussy like her life depended on it. It was surreal. And sexy as hell.I watched, transfixed, as Emily writhed and moaned, her hips rocking, her hands tangled in Kayla's hair."Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck, that feels so good." Kayla was relentless, her tongue lapping at Emily's clit, her fingers sliding in and out, and it wasn't long before Emily was cumming, her whole body trembling, her voice strained. As soon as her orgasm subsided, Emily looked up at me "I want to see you fuck her," she said, her eyes burning with lust. "You sure?" "Absolutely." Kayla crawled towards me, her lips glistening with Emily's arousal, and kissed me. "God, you taste so fucking good," she moaned. "So do you." I rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, letting her feel the weight of my body. "Be gentle with me," she breathed, her eyes shining. "I'll try." I positioned myself between her thighs and slowly pushed into her, feeling her pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. "Fuck, you're so tight," I grunted. "Fuck, you're so thick," she moaned. I started fucking her, slow and deep, feeling her pussy clenching around me, and I lost myself in the sensation, her soft body beneath me, her pussy squeezing my cock, her moans filling the room. Emily was watching us, her hand between her legs, and I felt her free hand reaching over and grabbing mine. "Fuck her harder," she hissed. I picked up the pace, slamming into Kayla, her cries getting louder and louder, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. "That's it, fuck her," Emily said, her voice ragged with desire. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew Kayla was close, too, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. Kayla cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking, her pussy spasming around my cock. But I wasn't finished. I was like a man possessed. I flipped her over and started fucking her from behind, her ass bouncing with every thrust, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room. "Fuck, yes, give it to her!" Emily screamed, her fingers rubbing her clit furiously. Kayla's whole body was trembling, her pussy clenching and releasing, and I could feel her on the verge of another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum," she moaned. "Do it," I growled. She exploded, her body convulsing, her voice hoarse from screaming. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my cock exploding inside her, and I felt her pussy clamping down on me, milking every last drop of cum from me. When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I looked down at her, still panting and sweaty, and smiled. "Holy shit," I breathed. "Yeah," she said, grinning up at me. "That was intense." Emily was watching us, her own climax still lingering, and she was biting her lip. "God, that was hot," she said, her voice husky. "It was," I said, looking down at Kayla's glistening skin, and feeling my cock twitch. "We're not done yet," Emily said, her eyes sparkling. "No, we're not." And with that, she pulled Kayla towards her and kissed her, their tongues tangling, their bodies pressed together. They broke apart, their eyes locked on each other, and Kayla turned and kissed me. And the rest, I'll have to share later.
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