Morning Surprise

This story resulted from one of my lovely muse's promptings. I am a sucker for when a woman shares her fantasies and desires with me. This one is for her. You know who you are, gorgeous.

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'Ugh damn,' Mary thought groggily, rubbing her forehead as she lay in bed. Everything was a haze as she attempted to get her bearings, but nothing came into focus. Closing her eyes, she realized she still had quite a buzz going from the party last night. 'Well, this morning. I guess...' she mused, recalling that she was still going strong at two in the morning.

Turning over in bed, she settled herself in the warm blankets next to her dozing husband. As sleep began to overtake her, Mary stretched lightly, only to be startled by the realization she was completely nude. Searching her foggy memory, she tried in vain to recall how she had gone to bed.

Vague images of her husband, Art, and their friends partying flitted through her mind. Sure, there had been some playful flirtations between friends and her husband's usual covert groping, but nothing that explained how she had ended the evening naked. Running a hand between her legs, she felt the telltale remains of cum in her neatly trimmed bush.

'Argh! Damn!' she cursed to herself. Apparently, she and Art had ended the evening with a drunken fuck and fallen asleep after... or during? "Fuck," she murmured, frustrated as she shifted under the blankets. Mary lazily massaged the cum out of her pubic hair before moving to rub at her increasingly demanding clit. Eyes closed, she attempted to drift off to dreamland even as her desire for more grew.

'It's not fair that I don't remember,' she chastened herself, recalling how horny she had been the night before.

Shuffling closer to Art, Mary rested her breasts against the side of his chest. Determined to get the satisfaction which she couldn't recall, she reached for his cock, gratified to find him halfway to a solid morning wood. Nuzzling into his shoulder, she worked to bring his manhood to full potency, rocking her nakedness gently against his side as she pushed down his shorts.

"Ahhh yeah," he murmured softly, his hips pumping up at her hand.

Aching with anticipation, the sensation of his thickening manhood in her hand enthralled her. With single-minded intent, Mary slid on top of her husband, laying upon him fully. Kissing his neck, she shuffled her hips forward to position the head of his hot hard cock at the entrance of her slick pussy.

A deeply sated groan rumbled from both of their chests as they pushed at one another. The sensation of his girthy invasion of her intimate environs stoked the fire brewing inside the lovely bride.

Art's arms folded around her, the pair of them rocking together in their half-asleep union. Little by little, her body yielded to receive more and more of his steely offering until she felt his pubic hair tickling at her sensitive nub.

"Oh, fuck yes," she groaned as they began to roll their hips into each other, instinctually building the speed and intensity of their union. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'it's so fucking good. It's been so long since we've had morning sex,' marveling at how quickly she felt herself building to orgasm.

Resting her head against his chest, she submitted to him as he plowed into her with long, hard strokes. Mary gasped, breath escaping whenever he buried his full length, holding it firm inside her quivering depths for tantalizing seconds at a time. Each time she felt on the cusp of release, he pulled back only to bring her to the edge again with his next thrust.

Head lolling as ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her, Mary pushed herself upright, grinding back at his glorious cock as the sheets fell away from them. Feeling his hands gripping her waist, she threw her head back, eyes clenched, as she vigorously writhed upon him, striving toward the inevitable.

With every thrust of her hips the tension within her built. "Ugh! Yes!" she moaned, ramping up her efforts.

"Oh God! Mary!" he groaned, his cock twitching inside her.

Crying, "Yes!" in ecstatic reply, Mary opened her eyes to focus on the shock of her life.

Instead of her husband's familiar soft brown eyes looking up at her, they were the piercing pale blue of Stephen, his best friend, wide with shock.

Her mind reeled, disassociated from her body, which never ceased its frantic ride toward climax.

"Stephen! Ugh! Oh God!" she gasped, the point of no return arriving like a dam bursting. With a final roll of her hips, Mary's pale breasts flushed crimson, her entire body trebling as waves of euphoria racked her thoroughly.

A high pitched, "Garhragh!" escaped from her lips, her eyes rolling back into her head.

The muscles of her cunt clamped down on Stephen's buried cock forcing him over the edge with her. "Fffhhaah! Oh whoa! Ha!" he panted, helpless to stop himself from firing off jet after jet of cum deep within his best friend's bride.

The satisfying sensation of Stephen's virile load confused Mary as she was simultaneously overcome by a powerful sense of shame. She almost sobbed at realization that she had just betrayed Art. At the moment, however, she was unable to do anything but what came naturally, the pair of them grunting and gasping in pleasure until their shared climax slowly receded.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Time stopped; Mary's attention abruptly shifted from the surreal shock of what just happened to the doorway of the bedroom just five feet to her right. There, to her utter horror, was her husband, Art, wide eyed from witnessing his wife and best friend in the throes of carnal bliss.

It was only then that Mary realized she wasn't in her own bed, but rather, in their guest room. The implications staggered her mind. How did she end up in here, naked? Did she already fuck Stephen last night? She was certain she had sex last night, but the memory continued to elude her.

She stammered, "Honey, No! We didn't... It... it's not how it seems...," trailing off, panic threatening to consume her. The words sounded ridiculous and hollow in her ears, especially considering there was no hiding from the fact that she sat impaled on their friend's cock.

"'Not what it seems,'" Art spat out. "Fuck, Mary! It sure seems like you're fucking Stephen. You're still riding his dick, for fuck's sake!" The man's eyes were wide in a mixture of shock, anger and exasperation.

Stephen looked helplessly at both of his closest friends, guilt and consternation confusing his response. "Bro, sorry... I... I didn't know... ah fuck!" he pleaded to his friend. "Art... I didn't know..." he finished weakly.

Tears welling in her lovely eyes, Mary leapt off the bed to plead with her husband. "Oh God, Honey!" she begged, collapsing to her knees, attempting to wrap her arms around his waist. "I... I didn't know. I didn't know! I thought it was you. I swear. I swear!" The desperation in her voice was obvious as she choked on tears, dangerously close to losing it.

Confusion clearly dominated her husband's mind. "You didn't know?! I..." he hesitated, attempting to make sense of what he was hearing and seeing. "I heard you calling out each other's name," he accused.

"I was surprised!" Stephen blurted out, pulling up the sheet to cover his nudity. "I just fucking woke up! I thought it was Kelly until a minute ago!" Referring to their mutual friend whom he sometimes hooked up with.

"Yes!" Mary agreed heartily. "I was half asleep, I thought it was you. I... I didn't even open my eyes until... until it was too late. I... I don't know why I am even in here." She gestured around the guest room.

Art's features slackened as realization dawned. "Shit, Babe... we, uh, we had sex in here last night. Don't you remember? You were so horny. You pulled me in here..."

"We did?" Relief warmed Mary's body even as she strained to remember. A small part of her had feared she had willfully fucked Stephen after the party last night. Despite the bizarre circumstance, a heavy layer of guilt lifted from her heart.

"After that..." Art continued recalling, "I went to the bathroom and then to bed. I thought you would so the same. You must have fallen asleep." Turning to Stephen he asked, "How did you end up in bed with her?" with no small amount of suspicion.

Raising his hands to pantomime his innocence, Stephen blurted out, "Brother, I thought it was Kelly, hand to God. She was asleep and I was pretty lit. So, I just got in bed and nodded off."

Nodding his head at Stephen's explanation, Art then grew still and pensive. After a long silence, he let out a loud, "Ha!" as he shook his head softly chuckling to himself.

Perplexed by his sudden change on demeanor, Mary asked, "what's funny?"

"This!" her husband said, waving a hand to indicate the whole situation. "This is fucking funny! I mean, fuck! I can either laugh or get mad, right?!"

"So... you're not mad?" Mary ventured hopefully. "You believe us?"

Slowly nodding, Alex closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. "I'm... confused," he said quietly, "yeah, I believe you... fuck!" He laughed with a touch of bitterness. "Neither of you are any good at lying. I guess... I guess I'm just bouncing around between laughing, being mad and... turned on."

Mary eyes widened, confused, "turned on?" Only just then did she take note of the tent in Art's shorts.

Slightly embarrassed, Art blushed to admit it. "Well... damn, Babe. Watching you ride him right in front of me was better than porn. I mean... now that I know you aren't sneaking around. It's... it's kind of like a fantasy come true."

"You fantasize about me with other men?"

"Well... yeah," he confirmed. "And women... you doing all sorts of sexy stuff. Would you rather I fantasize about you or other women?"

Mary couldn't argue with that. In fact, as she mulled over this new revelation, she found it comforting, yet a bit intimidating, knowing she was the focus of her husband's fantasies. "So... you liked it?" she probed, her hand sliding up his thigh to grab hold of his rigid manhood. "You liked watching me with Stephen?"

Stammering, "I mean... I don't want you running around... without me... or falling for someone else. But..." he gulped as she pulled down his boxers, "... but yeah, it was fucking hot."

Art's head lolled back as his lovely naked bride sensuously wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Sucking gently, she ran her tongue over the underside of his sensitive glans. She moaned wantonly as she inhaled deeply through her nose, reveling in the flavor and scent of her man.

"Holy fuck, Babe. That's so good," he gulped, leaning on the door frame for support.

Releasing his cock from her mouth, Mary stood, looking eye to eye with her husband as she stroked him. "So..." she began coyly, a plan forming in her mind, "do you want to fulfill your fantasy for real?"

Meaningfully, she led Art's gaze over her shoulder toward where Stephen lay on the bed. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Mary couldn't believe she was doing this, but right then, she felt certain that this was the surest way to resolve things with her husband. 'If we just do this, together now, then my mistake is undone. Art can't be mad about something he agreed to,' she reasoned to herself. Plus... she had fantasies too.

Stephen stared at her wide eyed. Art swallowed audibly, "uh, now?"

Shrugging playfully, she nodded, "I mean, we are all here, naked... why not do it right? Besides, my orgasm was kind of spoiled by the shock of who was inside me." She could feel Art's heart rate quickening as she pressed into him. Kissing along his neck, she whispered sultrily, "don't you want me to be your porn star?"

Mary softly kissed her man, pulling him toward the bed as she pumped at his rock-hard meat. Bumping into the mattress, she sat, looking up at Art with her bright blue eyes, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Her husband took in the alluring sight of his naked wife. His eyes roamed over every inch of her vivacious form, her round perky c-cup breasts, her alabaster skin, the womanly flare of her hips and the inviting triangle of her neatly trimmed bush.

"Yeah," he nodded, "yeah, damn Babe, you're incredible."

Mary grinned, feeling giddy. She turned to Stephen, "what do you say?"

Still laying back on the bed, Stephen was eager to agree. "Sure!" he nodded, then quickly looked to Art, "is this...?"

Art nodded to him, "yeah Bro. Just..." he trailed off. An unsaid warning was clearly communicated from her husband to his friend.

Sitting up, Stephen was quick to answer the silent decree. "Of course, of course."

That done, Art turned his attention to his bride as she languidly ran her tongue over his swollen cock head. "Mmm, it's your show, Babe," he told her.

"Come stand next to Art," she instructed Stephen. A lusty grin adorned her face as she watched him comply.

With both men standing before her, Mary eagerly reached out to take a hard cock in each hand. "I've always wanted to do this," she sighed, leaning to suck her husband's rampancy as she stroked at his friend's. Through the nervousness, something about touching two men intimately at once filled her with a sense of power. "Do I look sexy, Honey? Playing with two hard cocks?"

"So sexy," Art agreed.

With a throaty, "umph," she blew her husband with unprecedented zeal, aching to feel him twitch on her tongue. Art gasped, grabbing a handful of her hair to control her head as he thrust at her eager mouth. Every time she felt his manhood press against the limits of her throat sent a thrill through her.

"Garagh!" she inhaled deeply, pulling herself off his saliva coated member. "Watch me suck his dick!"

Mary licked her lips, turning to assess Stephen's cock. Her eyes sparkled salaciously as she caressed his length. An ache of need pulsed in her as she realized his endowment was two inches longer and half again as thick as her husband's. 'No wonder I came so fast,' she mused, resolving to make the most of the encounter.

Lifting it above her head, Mary ran her tongue slowly up the underside from base to tip. His musky, manly scent filled her nostrils as she tasted the residue of their sex upon him.

Stephen breathed out an appreciative, "ugh yeah," intently watching his friend's gorgeous wife slowly making love to his cock with her mouth and tongue.

Locking eyes with him, Mary pursed her lips, planting a slow tender kiss on the tip of his cock. She let out a salacious laugh and lapped at the bulbous head until it glistened in the dim light. With unrestrained excitement, she enveloped him, sucking hard and pumping the shaft. Eyes shining up at his, she groaned along with him, basking in the desire she recognized in his gaze.

"Fuck, Babe. That's hot," Art said, pushing his cock against her cheek.

Mary pulled back and gleefully brought both cocks next to each other. "Mmm aha!" she gasped, licking from one twitching engorged mushroom head to the other in rapid succession. Positioning them a quarter inch apart, she lapped at them together, loving the forbidden sensation of two men on her tongue at once. With a feral groan, she opened her mouth wide taking both in as much as she could, pumping their shafts vigorously.

Mary sensed something change within herself. Somehow this morning she had unintentionally fucked her husband's best friend. She was mortified at unwittingly become an adulteress. That truth had stung her deeply, spurring her into a desperate panic. Yet now, a scant few minutes later, she was gleefully reveling in the reality of it. Her husband's confession had given her an out from the guilt, igniting a bonfire of lust within her. He had granted her license to embrace her impulses. Now, every illicit desire she had always dismissed suddenly became an item on an increasingly detailed to-do list.

Looking back and forth between the men, she grinned. "I really love cock," she mewed, enthralled to see the hint of shock and delight on her husband's face.

She stood, putting an arm around each of them. Pulling Art into a slow kiss, she then turned and embraced Stephen likewise. A sense of giddy lust swelled within her as she kissed a new lover next to her husband. Cheek to cheek with Stephen, she regarded her husband, looking for his approval. Upon meeting his eyes his answer was apparent from the smoldering desire she saw reflected at her.

Eyes wide and wild, she jumped back onto the bed, lounging with breasts heaving invitingly with every excited breath. "Come on, boys," she giggled, beckoning them. The men eagerly climbed onto the bed, taking position on either side.

Her husband dove in first, kissing her neck. Taking a handful of her lovely breast, he lightly pinched the nipple, whispering in her ear, "you are so sexy."

Feeling Stephen's mouth close around her other nipple set Mary to rolling her hips up on the mattress, spreading her legs to grant his hand access to her needy sex.

"Oh God, yes," she gasped. The hunger between her legs demanded satisfaction. Impatiently, Mary shoved Stephen's head lower, demanding, "Eat me, lick my pussy."

Taking Art's head in her hands, they locked lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth as Stephen brought his tongue to bear upon the aroused bud of her clit.

"Mmmph, oh fuck, that's good," Mary whimpered into Art's mouth as her new lover nibbled and sucked expertly at the sensitive nub. Gasping joyously as he slipped two fingers into her moist folds, she concentrated on the tension building inside her.

Stephen worked her pussy, determined to deliver perfection, assaulting her clit with his tongue as his fingers brushed at her g-spot.

Losing control as Stephen relentlessly pushed her towards climax, Mary jerked about, grasping at anything she could. One hand clenched in the sheets, the other tangled in Stephen's hair, she pressed his face hard against her pussy, crushing him between her shapely thighs. Throwing her head back, Mary went stiff, mouth wide, eyes shut, trembling from head to toe as the rosy hue of orgasmic bliss swept over her.

Collapsing limply, Mary recovered her breath, looking at the man between her thighs with new affection. "Oh God, Honey. Did you see that?" she turned to her husband, "did you see me cum?"

Art nodded, "yeah Babe. That was so fucking hot."

Taking her husband's cock in her hand, she lightly stroked its rigid heat. Her heart beating so powerfully, she could barely hear herself as she hungrily pleaded, "I want him to fuck me now. Honey, do you want to see him fuck me? Tell him he can fuck me."

"Yeah," he answered quietly. She could feel her husband shaking in anticipation, she was too. Turning to his friend, Art nodded, "yeah bro, give it to her."

Stephen gripped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched intently as he positioned himself. Suddenly, Stephen struck her as a model on a romance novel cover. Tall, broad shouldered, with striking blue eyes, he had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was rugged, muscular and lithe, with chest hair she longed to run her fingers through running down to his massive cock, now poised an inch away from the moist pedals of her womanhood.

"You are so beautiful, Mary," Stephen said, looking softly into her eyes.

Heart fluttering, she searched his handsome blue orbs. "Yeah?"

Sincerely, he smiled affectionately, looking her over with approval. "All of you. Every part." Sliding his cock along the slick folds of her labia, he nestled it at the cusp of her yearning opening. "So gorgeous," he sighed, sinking half his girthy length into her welcoming velvet depths.

Mary moaned breathlessly, "oh God, Honey. Look at it! Does he look good in my pussy?" Closing her eyes to absorb every nuance of the illicit encounter. She marveled at herself for embracing this unchaste liberation, nearly overwhelmed by a profound sense of fulfillment. All at once she felt more cherished and desired than she had ever known.

Kneeling next to her head, Art nodded, staring at the action. "Awesome," he murmured in agreement.

Turning her head, Mary pleaded with her husband. "Tell me, tell me you love it, Honey. Tell me you love watching him fuck me." She gave Art's cock a slow lick, eager for his approval.

"I love it. It's amazing. I want you to love it," he replied, his attention divided between her tasting his manhood and taking his friend's in her pussy.

Eyes glazed with carnal fixation, Mary exuberantly gushed "good," wrapping her lips around his cock.

Stephen pulled back so just the head of his cock stayed lodged in her warm embrace. He waited a moment for her to look at him. Whimpering needily around Art's cock, Mary's eyes pleaded with Stephen's. Keeping her gaze, he pushed into her in long determined strokes, deeper with each thrust.

"Oh, oh, oh God, I'm gonna cum, ugh, yes, I'm coming, oh!" Mary cried out, intense pleasure igniting as her muscles pulsed along Stephen's cock.

Art thrust his stiff rod to the back of her throat, holding his bride's head still as she shuddered through her climax.

"Garagh ahgck!" she gasped, pulling herself off Art's cock. "Fuck me, fuck me," she demanded turning her full attention to Stephen.

Moving with primitive instinct, Mary and Stephen built speed and ferocity. Their faces contorted, betraying the extreme carnal satisfaction their forbidden coupling delivered, edging them closer and closer to complete abandon. Mary's breasts bounced in supreme erotic form as his thrusts pushed her further onto the mattress.

Climbing atop her, Stephen held her gaze as he brought his weight down with each powerful lunge of his hips. "You're incredible," he praised her.

She nodded urgently, gasping, "it's so good. I love it. I love it. Don't stop."

"So good." Stephen echoed her sentiment.

Mary's hands roamed over his chest, tangling in his hair, surrendering herself completely to her desire for the experience. "Honey!" she called to her husband, "Oh God, Honey! I want it, Honey. I want him to cum inside me. I wanna feel it, tell him to do it, Honey. Tell him."

Art's eyes went wide with shock. "Are you sure...?"

"I don't care," she pleaded, panting as Stephen's unrelenting strokes set her aflame. "I want it. Tell him. Tell him to cum inside me."

Her husband watched in stunned silence, stroking his painfully hard cock. Breathing as hard as the mating couple, he nodded to say, "yeah, love that fucking cock," as Mary turned her pleas to Stephen.

"Cum in my pussy," she gasped desperately, her eyes begging him. "I want it. I want to feel your cum."

"Yeah?" Stephen grunted, sweat forming on his brow as he plowed into her with growing urgency.

Nodding eagerly, brow furrowed with craving, Mary urged him on. "I want it. Give it to me. Oh! Fuck! Don't stop. I wanna feel it!"

Bucking up at his thrusts, Mary grasped at Stephen with her arms and legs, pulling him in so they writhed flesh to flesh. She sought his lips, kissing him fervently as they rocked against each other with unrestrained carnal need.

Cradling his head next to hers, she whimpered to him, "now, I wanna feel it, I need it. Give it, give it deep." She hooked her heels behind him, gripping his ass, allowing him no escape.

Stephen groaned into her ear, "I'm gonna..."

With an exalted gasp from her lips, Mary felt Stephen push in hard, his cock brushing against her cervix, swelling to pulse as it nestled next to her womb.

"Oh fuck, Mary!" he gasped, his balls drawing up, forcefully pumping his load into her welcoming depths.

A soft, "yes," escaped from her as she felt Stephen bursting within her. She clung to him, sighing ecstatically as the fulfillment of her forbidden lust triggered a mind-numbing climax. Breath escaped her entirely. Mary shook against Stephen, the muscles of her cunt gripping hard along his buried shaft, milking every drop of him as he held himself fast against her.

"Thank you, thank you," she said, breathing deeply to regain her composure. Holding him tightly, Mary spent a minute to soak in the experience, running her hands lightly over Stephen's body and through his hair.

With reluctance, Stephen pushed himself up and rolled off her, his chest rising and falling as he recovered.

Art knelt, his blood engorged cock bobbing next to Mary's face.

She took a beat to admire the sight of Stephen lying next to her. Then Mary turned and planted a big soft kiss on Art's rigid manhood. "How was that, Honey?" she giggled, wrapping her slender hand around his shaft.

Her husband could only give a lascivious grunt, closing his eyes as she pulled on his rock-hard manhood.

Mary sprung up, straddling Art as he knelt on the bed and maneuvered his erection to the gaping opening of her well fucked pussy. "Fuck me, Honey. Show me you love your porn star," she said, impaling herself upon him.

Together they gasped at the extreme sensation as she enveloped his full length. "Fuck, Mary! It feels..." groaned Art.

"Amazing!" gushed his wife, shuddering as an orgasm swept over her. Looking down at where they were joined, Mary rolled her hips, undulating on her man's throbbing meat.

Thrusting up in time with her rolling gyrations, Art gripped her ass to keep steady. "Mary, ugh fuck!" he cried out, feeling himself losing control.

"Yes," she moaned breath rapturously. "Cum in my pussy and call me a slut!"

Pushing up at her with a mighty thrust, Art bellowed, "Garagh! Take it, you slut! Argh!" He clung to her, astonished as the most powerful climax of his life sent chills up his spine. Sitting on his haunches with Mary slowly rocking against him, they gasped together at the intensity of their reunion.

Resting her head in the crook of Art's neck, Mary felt comfort in the familiar contours of his body against hers. After savoring the aftermath in his arms for a time, she pulled away slightly, taking his face in her hands. Giving him a tender kiss, she said, "thank you, Honey. Thank you for this. Are you okay? Did you like it?"

Returning her kiss, Art gave her a tired grin. "Yeah, Babe. That was incredible."

Beside them, Stephen slipped off the bed to go clean up and give them time alone.

Mary watched him leaving from the corner of her eye. "So..." she probed, "you would want to do more stuff like this?"

Letting out a saucy chuckle, Art gave her a playful smack on the ass. "Got something in mind?" he countered.

Stepping off her husband, Mary turned around, popping out her shapely rear. Hands on her hips, she looked over her shoulder at him. "What do you say to you and your friend bending me over and giving this some punishment?" she teased, giving her ass a shake.

With a laugh, Art gave her a smoldering look. "Sounds like a plan, gorgeous. Why don't you go invite Stephen to stay for breakfast. Let us get our strength up," he said with a wink.

Rushing to him, threw her arms around him. "I love you, Hon. I don't deserve you." she said, planting a big kiss on his cheek.

Giving her a squeeze as he returned the kiss, he replied, "I love you too, and I am so glad that my crazy matches yours. Now, go on. Tell Stephen to stay before he 'awkwards' himself out of another round of fun."

With that Mary eagerly bounded into the hall, calling, "Stephen! Don't go anywhere!"