I caught him staring at the neighbor's bulge again and knew it was time. "Strip," I told my husband, voice flat and filthy. He dropped his pants right there in the living room, cock already half-hard from the shame and want.
"You want dick so bad you can't hide it anymore. Tonight you're getting it while you fuck me."
I called our regular, a thick-built guy who didn't ask questions. When he walked in, my husband dropped to his knees without being told. He sucked that cock like he was starving, spit running down his chin, gagging loud and wet. I pulled my skirt up, no panties, and rubbed my clit while I watched. "Deeper, faggot," I said. "Show him how your wife trained that throat."
He moaned around the shaft, eyes watering. I climbed onto the couch, spread my legs, and snapped my fingers. "Get over here and eat my pussy while he opens your ass." My husband crawled between my thighs, tongue working my folds in sloppy circles, while our friend lined up behind him and pushed in raw. Every thrust shoved my husband's face harder against my cunt. I grabbed his hair and ground down. "That's it. Take that dick and lick me like you mean it."
He came first, untouched, shooting across the floor while the guy pounded his hole. I laughed, low and mean. "Pathetic. Now get hard again and fuck your wife." He did, sliding into me while he was still loose and leaking. The other man stayed inside him, double-fucking the rhythm so every stroke from behind drove my husband deeper into my cunt. We were loud, skin slapping, filthy talk filling the room.
I came hard, clenching around him, then made him pull out and finish on my tits so the guy could lick it off both of us. After, we lay there sweaty and used. My husband kissed my stomach, voice hoarse. "Thank you." I stroked his hair. "Next week we're doing it again. You don't get to pretend anymore." He nodded, already getting hard again at the promise.
