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Archive name: finally.txt (MF/M, slutwife)
Authors name: The Slippery Quill (slipperyquill@aol.com)
Story title : Finally

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Finally (MF/M, slutwife)
by The Slippery Quill (slipperyquill@aol.com)

***

I sit in the shadows across the room as you and your 
lover snuggle and make out on the couch. I can see our 
friend's bulge straining at his slacks as your hands 
roam over each other's bodies. Your kisses are playful 
and relaxed, but with an underlying, leashed urgency. It 
has taken you several sessions to teach him how to kiss 
and make love to you the way you need it.

This is the first time I have been present to watch what 
I have fantasized about - watching my wife enjoying and 
being enjoyed by another man, completely and fully. He 
has been uncomfortable with the idea of me being in the 
same room, but is gradually easing into it. Eventually, 
you want both of us men to share you at the same time - 
give you two mouths, four hands, two bodies, two cocks 
to play with at once. I stiffen at the mere thought, but 
for now, we must take it slow, lest our relationship 
with Steve become strained.

I rub myself slowly through my trousers and try to stay 
calm as I watch him slip one hand under your tight shirt 
and smooth over your belly, trailing upward to cup one 
generous handful of left breast. The moan you bury in 
his mouth sounds delicious. I can see a spreading patch 
of darker fabric on your loose blue shorts, telling me 
how very, very wet you are.

I can imagine how hot and needy and slippery you must 
be, to ooze so much nectar. Your arousal is not lost on 
Steve either, but he is content to tease you mercilessly 
as he sensuously strokes and kisses and nuzzles your 
neck, face, and other sensitive places, tasting the salt 
on your clean, warm skin. I know your flavour well.

Your own wandering fingers find the button on his shirt 
and open it to his navel, pulling the shirttails out of 
his waistband. You plant little kisses on his chest, 
nipping gently at his nipples, your hands stroking and 
playing with the hairs on his chest, and following the 
'happy trail' to his groin.

Your lust has made you greedy. No longer content to 
merely cup his bulge, you begin to open his fly, hungry 
to feel the heat of his awakened flesh in your hand. 
Once opened, your hand disappears inside his boxers, 
beginning a gentle stroking motion and eliciting a 
heartfelt groan from our friend. I muffle a similar 
groan as I try to reign in my lust. You are tracing his 
lips with your tongue.

Steve gives in to your call, and slides his wandering, 
grabby hand down from your breasts across your belly, 
down your hips, stroking your thighs, and then, on the 
upstroke, slips his hand inside the leg of your drenched 
shorts. You gasp as his fingers find your sopping cunt, 
and he groans with delight at the first touch of the 
warm, inviting place you have made for him.

I am very pleased that you have started getting so 
turned on again! Rarely since we were teenagers have you 
gotten so soggy and lubricated. I am thankful to Steve 
for helping bring back the teenager inside you, if 
nothing else. Wonderful!

I watch as in a dream as you cum from his caresses, 
bearing down and gasping as his fingers stroke and probe 
your soft, sweet pussy. After three climaxes, you grasp 
his wrist and pull his hand to your mouth so you can 
suck the slick juice from his fingers. You kiss him, 
sharing your taste with him before kneeling on the floor 
before him, pulling your scrunched-up shirt over your 
head. You want to taste his juice now.

He obligingly lifts his feet so you can remove his 
socks, and raises his hips to allow for the removal of 
his slacks as you, almost as in a ritual, prepare to 
suck his cock. The fat head of his member peeks out from 
the fly of his tented boxers, drooling precum. You told 
me about how much he leaks, and how good he tastes. Now 
I see that at least the volume wasn't an exaggeration. 
You look into his face as you slip your hands into the 
waistband of his boxers and tug them down over his hips 
and off, leaving him in his opened, black, long-sleeved 
shirt.

You grasp his fat, leaking tool in one hand, stroking it 
gently up and down, while the other hand strokes his 
thighs, belly, and lingers briefly at his groin, cupping 
his balls. You look over your shoulder at where I sit in 
shadow, and give me a smile, your eyes glazed with lust. 
You pretty little Slut. You lick your lips and turn 
away, bending down to the task at hand. You lick slowly 
from the base to the tip, cleaning the rivulets of 
clear, sticky juice from his veiny cock. Your free hand 
creeps down to caress the needy folds of your squishy 
cunt as you enjoy a mouthful of hot, drippy manhood.

What a sight you are! Dressed only in very loose, very 
damp blue shorts, kneeling on the floor in front of our 
couch, your fingers stroking your inflamed cunt while 
you make mewling, lusty sounds, your hungry mouth full 
of the rigid, tasty erection of a man not your husband. 
I want nothing better than to pull down your shorts and 
bury my face in the sopping fur and flesh of your 
steaming crotch. The room is full of the musky scent of 
intensely aroused woman. And I love it.

Steve groans appreciably as you pleasure him with your 
lips, tongue, teeth, and hand. You gaze into his eyes as 
you rub his constantly dribbling cockhead on your cheek 
before popping him back into your mouth for a moment of 
bliss. We all wish that your jaw did not bother you so 
much, else you could slurp him to your hearts content. 
You frig yourself to orgasm and come to an erect 
position on your knees while you buck and shudder and 
gasp: "Diana, kiss me now!"

I oblige, entering the scene briefly to taste your 
cream-flavoured mouth. Our tongues wrestle as you moan 
out another climax, and I break off the kiss to retreat 
out of the scene again. Yes, he is tasty, too.

You stand on wobbly legs and Steve moves to the edge of 
the couch, kissing your belly and inhaling the hot scent 
of what is still hidden beneath the wet blue fabric 
below your navel. You help him the rest of the way out 
of his shirt as he supports you, and keeps you from 
falling.

Once free of his shirt, he strokes your body earnestly 
roaming over your back and breasts and legs. Finally, he 
grabs the elastic waistband of your shorts and pushes 
them down your shapely hips. Your hand guides his head 
to your trimmed, glistening wet patch of fur, and I hear 
your gasp as his searching tongue makes contact with 
your sensitive nubbin. He slowly runs his tongue and 
nose in your channel, bumping your clit with each stroke 
as he tastes you. Finally neither of you can take any 
more.

He turns you to sit on the couch, your thighs at the 
edge. He raises himself to place himself on level with 
your open, ready pussy. Your hands reach down to grasp 
his erect member and rub the head of his penis in the 
channel of your drenched vulva. He gasps out loud at the 
sensation of his sensitive cockhead nestling in your 
hot, liquidly welcoming folds. I moan myself, at the 
knowledge of the sensation, the mind-blowing intensity 
of the feeling.

Finally, you aim his naked member at the entrance to 
your welcoming pussy, and sigh luxuriously as he presses 
the head into you. You both rest there a minute, until 
he begins to gently rock his hips, easing a little more 
of his thick length into my beautiful, loving, and 
slutty wife. You groan as you feel his balls bounce 
against your ass, telling that he is fully inside you. I 
watch transfixed as our friend pulls his slick, shiny 
cock from you and then pushes in back home to the hilt.

Over and over in a building rhythm, we move together. 
You stroke your clit and wet your fingers with your 
juice, bringing them up to Steve's mouth to suck. I love 
it when you do that to me. As your orgasm builds inside 
your belly, and you wrap your shapely legs around his 
waist, I shed my trousers and boxer-briefs to release my 
own eager cock. Pumping furiously in time to his 
thrusts. There is so much I want to do, but know it's 
best to wait for another time.

With a shuddering, groaning, moaning, cry, Steve grinds 
his pubes into your clit and fills your womb with his 
customarily huge load of thick spunk, flooding you with 
a hot rush of extra wetness, which almost always sets 
you off. This time is no exception.

Steve nuzzles you gently and stays inside you, stroking 
gently during the aftershocks. Seeing my predicament, 
you ask Steve to pull out this time, and as he does so, 
you pull me down for sloppy seconds. One hand reaches up 
to touch my face, as the other pulls gently at my turgid 
erection. I see and feel the white drips of Steve's 
semen trickling from your stretched, open pussy lips, 
and it is very hard to keep from coming too soon.

As your hand guides me inside, I feel the extra-slippery 
lubrication as I dip the head of my penis into another 
man's freshly deposited semen. I moan a low, throaty 
growl as I sink fully into you. I am lost in the 
eroticism and lust of the moment and begin to 
uncontrollably rut into your welcoming body.

I press myself against your sweaty body, feeling the 
fullness of your breast against my chest, your nipples 
pushing back against me like marbles. I am half-aware as 
you urge Steve to move closer so you can suck him clean. 
The sight of his cock slipping into your mouth mere 
inches from my face sends me over the edge, and I lose 
myself in the most intense orgasm of my life. I add a 
copious load of my own to your very full, very creamy 
pie, and collapse on top of you, senseless.

When I recover a few minutes later, you are stroking my 
hair and telling me how much you love me. I can hear 
Steve in the kitchen, getting us all something to eat 
and drink, good guy that he is.

You look into my eyes, and I know what your gaze means. 
You want what I want. I lie down on the carpet on my 
back, and wait for you. Very carefully, on shaky legs, 
you slide down to straddle my head, and lower yourself 
over my face. I reach out with my tongue as my hands 
reach out to steady your bottom. "Eat me, Lover. Yes! 
Suck my pussy! Taste our juices. Make me come again."

What else can I do? I oblige.

I Love You.

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