Insatiable Friends Ch. 01

Sean watched the slivers of white moving across the ceiling, undulating as they crossed the uneven popcorn. The sounds of the cars going by like ghosts in the night, their headlights creating a monotone light show above him, coupled with the gentle, warm summer night breeze wafting through the open windows, eased his mind.

Her mouth taking him inside, warm and wet, made him sigh as his mind floated. The effects of their partying all afternoon and evening still hadn't worn off. The green bud had taken him into the stratosphere, and the endless flutes of cheap champagne and orange juice made the three of them giggly.

The thick sofa cushions under him felt good. But not as good as the feeling of his cockhead breaching her throat. Only one other woman had ever taken him fully into her this way, and now it was happening again.

Sean's mind flitted from thought to thought, no two connected as his hips moved. He felt her pull off his dick, and for a moment, felt the loss of her warmth. The warm air caressed his wet dick, and he wondered if the wonderful blow job was over.

The noise of fabric rustling, and the feel of a bare female thigh sliding over his, tugged at his mind, and he wondered who she was. Just as quickly, his mind took him elsewhere. The booze and weed still wrapped his mind in a pleasant fog, even after laying down to sleep on his best friend's floor.

Soft tendrils fell around his waist, then the blessed warmth of a woman's mouth returned, taking him back into her. His head pressed back as he sighed. His hips moved as she pumped her head on his hard shaft as something soft, warm and wet pressed to his thigh, right above his knee.

How long had it been since he'd felt this? Months. Ever since she'd left him. That had been horrible. Best not think about that bitch right now. Enjoy what was happening.

But what was happening? A stray thought entered his blissful stream of semiconsciousness, disturbing the serene flow of sensations emanating from between his legs.

Someone was giving him head. His mind grappled with that concept.

With a jolt, he was no longer inside the mystery sucker. Now that warm thing was sliding along his thigh, leaving a trail of wetness. It slid back and forth, working its way up his leg.

For a moment, it was gone as something above him shifted. He felt soft fabric land around his legs, behind the weight settling onto his hips. He heard a sigh over him.

Then warmth returned to his dick, but this time it was different. Warm, damp, soft flesh slid along his cock. Back and forth, feeling incredible. The end of his hard cock brushed against a dent in the soft flesh as it moved up, then did it again on the way down.

Sean recognized the feeling of a wet pussy sliding along his shaft as a hand held it up, pressed against her as she rose and fell, her hole almost engaging with his cockhead. She did it again, and this time he almost got inside her.

It felt wetter now, and she moved more urgently. Would she put him inside her? He'd like that. What she was doing to him made his blood boil.

But who was she?

His drifting thoughts ran into the banks of his stream of consciousness, and he cracked open one eye.

Holy shit.

Sheri's head was thrown back as her cute tits wobbled on her chest. He liked how they looked. Large, brown nipples capped cute, almost conical boobs, swaying with each movement. They were incredibly erect, two hard nubs pointing somewhere over his head.

She had a robe on, and nothing else. It hung open from her elbows, laying along his knees, leaving her front fully exposed as her body undulated against him.

His cock twitched, and he felt the stirrings in his balls. He'd cum soon if she kept this up.

But why was his friend's wife grinding on him? Her pussy canoeing his aching cock, almost taking him inside her with each stroke.

And where was Mack, her husband?

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"Dude!" Mack grinned widely as he opened the door. "Come on in." He stepped back, one hand on the doorknob as he shook Sean's hand.

"Thanks, man," Sean said, grinning as he held a brown paper bag in his free hand. He stepped in, looking around the modest apartment as Mack closed the door behind him.

The bustling sounds of the nearby busy street dropped, but remained a background noise quickly edited out by the brain.

"Glad you could come over and hang out with us." Mack slapped his shoulder, his grin infectious, as he walked around Sean and stood by a couch.

"Is he here?" A woman's voice called out from deeper in the apartment.

"Yeah," Mack called out.

"Goody!" Her voice had a melodic tone, feminine with a touch of playfulness. Sean wondered why his mind described it that way, then forgot about that when she came in from the kitchen.

His first impression of Mack's wife was a desire to fuck her.

He almost shook his head as she stepped forward, smiling at him. Why would he think that? He didn't even know her, had only heard things from his co-worker as they talked at work about their lives.

He'd known Mack for a few months now, and a close bond was forming between them. Both were only a couple of years out of college, even though Mack was probably five or more years older. Started late, he'd explained one day at work. Tried to be a rock star, but that didn't pan out, so I went to college.

And now his new best friend had invited him over to hang with him and his wife, and his first thought before even introducing himself was to strip her naked and screw her brains out.

"I'm Sheri. You must be Sean." Sheri's grin grew as they looked into each other's eyes, almost as if she could read his thoughts. She raised her hand as she stepped past her husband.

Sean raised his, and they connected, her soft, warm palm sliding along his as his fingers gently wrapped around her hand. A jolt went through him, and he saw a sparkle in her light blue eye as they shook softly.

He looked at her, his eyes quickly taking in her diminutive figure. At best, she was five foot four, with nicely rounded boobs, a trim waist and hips that flared enticingly. Long, slow waves, parted down the middle, wove through her light blonde hair as it reached past her shoulder blades.

"Yeah... Hi. Thanks for having me over." His words came out unevenly as he continued to hold her hand, touch her flesh. With a start, he released her, his hand reaching for the bag held in his other.

"Um, I brought some bottles of champagne over. Nothing fancy, just Andre."

"Oh! We love that." She grinned wider, accepting the offered bag. Again, that melodic cadence in her voice pricked at his libido. He couldn't remember any other woman having this effect on him.

"Yeah, dude," Mack said, recapturing Sean's attention, "let's have some mimosas." He followed Mack and his wife across the small living room and into the kitchen. On the way, he noticed a TV with a game console with several games lined up next to it, with two controllers laying on top.

A couch sat against the opposite wall facing the TV, with a large window behind it. A smaller loveseat sat at a right angle, close to the other couch, still within easy view of the television. A low coffee table sat within reach of both couches.

A few pieces of art graced the walls, reminiscent of the brown California grassy hills dotted here and there with wide, gnarled oak trees. A few cows grazed in the distance.

In the kitchen, Sheri pulled three large goblets out of a cupboard as Mack fished one of the green bottles from the bag. With a flourish only achieved from experience, Mack quickly had the wrapper off and the white plastic stopper removed.

The loud pop made him grin, and he glanced at Sean, his eyebrows wiggling. Sean noted the gleam he'd see in his friend's eyes whenever he made a joke, or did something mischievous.

Mack had told him his wife called them his crazy eyes. They gave him a wild look, augmented by his shock of bushy black hair and thick, dark moustache. His deep giggle only added to the image as he poured the effervescent wine into the glasses. Sheri fetched orange juice from the refrigerator and placed it on the counter, her eyes going to Sean's and smiling at him.

"Mack's told me so much about you," she said as her husband poured some juice into each large goblet.

"All good, I hope," Sean said, chuckling.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a sexy smirk as she nodded. "Oh, yeah. All good."

His dick twitched, catching him off guard. "Um, good."

She giggled, and Mack's grin widened. "You bet, buddy. She's been wanting to meet you since not long after I joined the company and told her about you."

Sean accepted the offered glass with thanks and held it up as Mack and Sheri clinked theirs with his.

"To new friends!" Mack announced, tilting the glass to his lips and drinking deep.

"To new, close friends," Sheri said, her eyes twinkling over the rim of her glass as she drank almost half of the orange liquid.

Mack refreshed their drinks, then led them out to the living room. He and Sheri sat on the couch against the wall, and Sean sat on the loveseat.

They chatted, talking a little about work until Sheri slapped Mack's leg lightly. "Enough shop talk!" She turned and smiled at Sean. "I want to know more about you."

Sean smiled back, feeling no pain after having his drink refilled again. "Well, not much to say. I started about a year before Mack did. I worked there part time my last year at university, then went full time after graduation."

"Are you seeing anyone?" Sheri's eyes captivated him as he looked at her. They sparkled in a way he couldn't put his finger on. Playful, they seemed, but with a hint of something else. Something deeper. That thought made his cock twitch again. He drank from his glass, trying to push that thought away before answering her.

"No, not anymore. I was... until a few months ago. It ended badly."

Compassion showed in her face, and she reached over from where she sat at the end of the couch closest to him, her fingers just reaching his thigh. They brushed against his bare skin, below where his shorts ended, and he felt a jolt go up his leg, ending near his balls.

What was it with this woman? He smiled and looked away.

"I'm so sorry. She had to be a complete idiot to let you get away."

He turned back to look at her, seeing sincerity. "Thanks, I thought so, too."

"We'll get you hooked up in no time at all, buddy. Trust me." Mack raised his almost empty glass to him, then drained it with a grin. His crazy eyes beamed at him.

Sean noticed Sheri's glance at her husband and how her ass shifted on the couch. Mack lightly elbowed her, and she giggled.

"I wouldn't mind. I'm tired of being lonely." Sean sighed, looking into his glass as he swirled it around.

"We'll make sure you don't feel that way anymore." Again, Sheri's soft voice ran its fingers down his spine, giving him a cheap thrill.

Sean looked at Sheri as she turned to say something to Mack. It was a warm day, almost hot, and she was in shorts and a tank top. He'd noticed how the thin material clung to her ass and crotch, almost making a camel toe. He'd not noticed any panty lines as she moved about the kitchen, and wondered if she had gone commando.

Also with her top. Maybe it was a sports bra? The telltale shoulder lines of a bra were absent, but he could tell her round, full boobs were somewhat contained under the pale pink shirt.

"Hey, dude. Check this out." Mack grinned at him before turning and reaching for something over the far end of the couch. He turned back, holding a small box. Flipping the lid open, he held it to his nose and breathed deep.

Mack's crazy eyes gleamed over the edge of the box before he set it on his lap. "Sinsemilla." His bushy eyebrows wiggled as he lifted a green bud. Small leaves hung to a tiny stem, creating a lump of damp looking weed.

"Damn, I can smell it from here," Sean said, chuckling. He glanced at Sheri, wondering where she stood about getting high. Her twinkling eyes captivated him as her grin grew.

"Mack told me you mentioned getting buzzed before." Sheri moved, and Sean noticed her boobs shift slightly, the bumps in her shirt hinting at the nipples his mind wanted to taste.

"Um, yeah," he said, smiling back at her, "especially good, green bud like that." Again, her laughter did something to his nervous system, resulting in a small expansion in his shorts.

Mack had a small pipe filled and passed it and a Bic lighter to his wife. She put it to her lips, flicked the wheel and drew in a breath. Her eyes clenched as a puff of white smoke wafted from one nostril.

With raised brows and sparkling eyes, she passed the pipe and lighter to him as she held the hit deep in her lungs. He took it, bringing it to his mouth. As he drew in a lungful of acrid smoke, he felt dampness on the end of the pipe, now pressed to his lips.

Looking over, he saw her watching him as she exhaled, the corners of her lips turned up as a plume of white smoke erupted from her mouth. He moved his lips, feeling her bodily fluid slide between them.

He leaned forward, passing back the pipe and lighter, then sat back, watching his friend's wife hand the paraphernalia to her husband, who emptied the bowl with one mighty draw.

Sheri had left some of herself on the pipe, just a drop of saliva, but he felt he could taste her, even over the strong taste from the smoke. And again, his cock twitched, wondering if he'd ever really exchange bodily fluids with the cute, sexy blonde sitting so close.

He exhaled through his nose, loving the tingle in his sinuses. "Wow, damn... that's some good shit." The top of his head slowly blew off, exposing his brain to the room. Sparkling lights danced in the periphery of his vision for a few seconds before he drew a deep breath.

Sheri's giggle as she took the pipe from her husband made him look at her.

"It sure is. Gets me so worked up." Sean watched his friend's wife take another hit, all the while watching him. Glancing over, he saw Mack's grin, his crazy eyes going from his wife, to him, then back.

He wondered what was going through his friend's mind. An image of Sheri naked, swirling around the smoky room, her boobs dancing, flashed through his mind as he drained his glass.

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Sean felt the tingle in his balls. This was too much. Flirting was one thing, but grinding her bare pussy against his cock?

Oh, damn, he almost got inside her that time on the downstroke. The tip of his cock caught on her opening, and she'd paused. He wondered if the hand holding him tight against her lips would push him in.

But it didn't, and she'd slid down until her bare ass pressed to his hips. He realized his boxers were still on, his cock poking through the flap.

She lifted again, and he felt her hole slide past. Then back down, and he was briefly disappointed when he didn't catch on her vaginal opening. Over and over, the blonde sexpot coated his dick with her pussy juice. She sped up, a grunt escaping her throat.

On the way down, he caught on her hole again, and this time she pushed his head to her. Was he inside her, or still just pressed against the wonderfully soft valley of flesh between her labia?

A jerk of her hips answered that question. Warmth spread around his helmeted head, sliding maybe a half an inch further down his shaft as her body quivered.

She'd taken a small part of him into her pussy. He longed for her to fall onto him, drive him deep inside her. His cock twitched, an involuntary movement, and he felt her lift, pulling free, almost reluctantly before sliding down against his shaft again.

Over and over, she pleasured herself against him as his balls ached. Should he reach up and touch her? Fondle the tits gently swaying above him, hardly visible through his one barely open eye?

She might stop if she thought he was awake. So far, he'd given her no reason to think he wasn't still passed out. He wasn't far from it, to be honest. His mind still reeled from the booze and pot they'd imbibed in all evening.

Sheri lifted herself, his cock splitting her lips, then slid down. This time, her fingers pushed his head, and he felt her wetness envelop his head again. And again, she paused, and he held his breath.

Almost to the point of praying she'd take him in, he waited. After countless heartbeats, she slid down, her pussy spreading around his shaft as she slowly impaled herself.

Sean couldn't stop the small sigh as her hips wiggled over him, pushing him as far into her as she could as she whimpered.

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"Do you like to play video games?" Mack asked, pointing to the game console on the shelf below the TV.

"Yeah, sure. What do you have?" Sean looked at the cartridges lined up neatly next to the machine.

Mack slid off the couch and shuffled on his knees the few feet to the set and held one up. "This is BallBlaster. I got it last week."

"You've been playing that non-stop," Sheri said, smiling at her husband as she took a deep breath, her tits pressing against her shirt and drawing Sean's attention.

"It's fun," he said, grinning. Looking at Sean, who had difficulty tearing his gaze away from the twin mounds that wouldn't leave his thoughts, Mack asked, "Wanna play?"

Nodding, Sean grinned. "Yeah, sure, but if you've been playing this a lot, you'll probably kick my ass."

"Ah, it's just for fun." Mack turned and inserted the cartridge, then turned on the game console and TV.

"What's the fun in that?" Sheri asked, her voice a giggle.

"What do you mean?" Sean asked, his head tilted as he looked at her.

"I mean, if there's no stakes, then there's no incentive, right?"

Sean looked at Mack, who was standing with his empty glass, grinning at his wife. She looked at him, returned his grin, then, with a wiggle of her eyebrows, looked at Sean.

"You mean a bet?" Mack asked her as he took her empty glass, then Sean's.

"Yeah. It'll be more fun if winning means something."

Mack gave Sean a look as he took the three glasses into the kitchen, his crazy eyes back.

"So what do we bet? Money?" Sean asked.

Sheri's laugh did that thing to him again. His cock pulsed.

"No, silly. Something much more fun."

"Fun."

She nodded, her eyes playful.

"What do you have in mind, my sultry vixen?" Mack called out from the kitchen. Sean heard the sounds of liquid pouring and glass clinking.

"I don't know, but something you guys might want to try to win."

A hearty laugh emanated from the kitchen, and Sean wondered where Sheri was going with this. "And what would I want to win?" He held her gaze as she pursed her lips.

"Hmm... maybe a kiss?"

"Oh! That sounds like fun." Mack's laughter from the kitchen filled the room, and Sean pictured holding Sheri in his arms as he pressed his lips to hers, making his shorts slightly more cramped.

Grinning, Sean asked, "If I win I have to kiss Mack?"

Sheri laughed, the sounds of dainty wind chimes blowing in the breeze. "Oh, you." She reached out and slapped his bare knee, her finger tips remaining on his flesh. "No. Winner kisses me."

Mack walked back into the living room, two goblets held between the fingers of one hand and the other held out to Sheri. She took it and smiled at her husband, who smiled and winked before handing another to Sean. He walked around the table, put his down, then started to get the controllers untangled.

"Sounds like a worthy prize, my love. Challenge accepted." Mack separated the two controllers and leaned over, handing one to Sean.

"Really?" he asked, taking the controller as he looked at Sheri.

Her brows rose, a small frown coming to her face. "Oh? You wouldn't like to win a kiss from me?" Her twinkling eyes looked into his.

Taking a risk, he grinned at her. "I'd love a kiss from a beauty like you. Maybe for the first round. Then... we'll see."

Mack let out a full belly laugh as Sheri held his gaze. Her palm pressed to her chest as they stared at the other. As her hand moved down, it slid over her tit, and Sean saw the tips of her fingers dally for a moment on her stiff nipple before ending up in her lap.

"I like this guy," she said, turning to grin at her husband.

"I told you."

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Sean held his breath, his cock as far into Mack's wife as she could get him. He felt her vibrate atop him. His one eye barely open, he saw her hands holding her tits as she pushed her hips against his pubic bone.

Her hot, wet pussy felt heavenly as her vaginal muscles rippled around him. He hadn't been inside a woman in months, and his drug addled mind couldn't believe what his cock was telling him.

Sheri lifted an inch, then settled down, humping him one time. Again, she wriggled, and Sean wondered if she'd get to fucking him properly, or what.

With another grind of her clit against him, she sighed and lifted. Slowly, she pulled off his cock, and the night air felt cold where his wet flesh, that had been in a warm dark tunnel a moment before, was exposed.

She let his dick fall to rest along his pubic hair and stomach, then lowered herself, again trapping his dick between her sodden lips. The sensations coming from his cock, now covered by her soft, wet pussy lips, made his mind soar.

Sean lay there, drunk, high, and horny as hell as another man's wife rubbed her bare, silky pussy over his cock.

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"And that's the win!" Sean jumped from the sofa, the controller falling to the floor to bounce on the thick rug as he grinned at his friend. Mack groaned, falling back to lie flat from where he'd been hunched next to the TV. As they played each round, Mack had moved from the sofa to the floor, scooting closer, as if that would help.

And each round, they'd each taken a hit of his potent weed, then chased it with healthy swigs of the strong drinks.

"Dammit!" Mack groaned as he looked at his friend from the floor. Sean grinned at him, then turned to Sheri.

"Well, well, looks like another game won." She smiled at him, slowly stood, then wobbled. Sean reached out a hand and she took it, steadying herself. "That's three for you, and one for Mack."

Mack groaned as a palm covered his eyes, but they both saw his grin. "Don't remind me!"

With each win, either Sean or Mack had earned a prize, each one increasingly erotic. He briefly wondered if his friend had let him win.

Sheri had been right. With stakes, there was incentive. And Sean's incentive stood before him, unsteady on her feet as she grinned at him.

"So what was the prize this time?" she asked, her tone light, her words music to his ears.

Mack sat against the couch and looked at them, his eyes doing that crazy thing as he grinned. "Something to do with sitting on the winner's lap?"

She bobbed on her toes, her hands clapping in front of her as she smiled at her husband sitting a few feet from her. Sean's cock grew, both with the thought of Sheri's cute ass wiggling on his dick, and from the sight of her tits wobbling with each bounce.

He wasn't sure, as his mind was getting fairly scrambled from the pot and drink, but it looked like somewhere along the line, Sheri had removed her bra, or whatever had been giving her tits the barest of constraint.

Had to have happened when he and Mack were deep in the game. He'd have noticed that otherwise.

Now, her nipples slid against the inside of her thin shirt, twin nubs moving, making Sean's cock expand further.

"So, how do you want to collect your prize?" His eyes darted up to meet hers, and he knew she knew where he'd been looking.

"Um..."

"On the couch. Make him sit, and you get on him. We agreed to five minutes, right?" Mack asked as he lifted himself to sit on the edge of the couch.

His wife smiled, then turned back to Sean. She reached her hand out and pressed his chest with a finger. Following through, her finger tip remained against his chest as he backed up, then sat with a thud.

In his buzzed state, he had an image of Sheri straddling him without shorts. She'd get on top of him, pull at her shirt and lift it over her head, flinging it away, no longer necessary as she leaned forward and pressed her pert nipple to his mouth.

With this fantasy swirling around his head, Sheri stood before him, her eyes smouldering as her tits heaved with each breath. She wobbled to the side and turned quickly to look behind her.

Mack had slid over and had one hand on the waistband of her shorts, tugging.

"You can't do a proper lap dance with these on," he said, pulling at the elastic. The fabric stretched as he tugged, tightening between her legs. Sean's eyes dropped, settling on the camel toe forming between her sleek thighs. He watched as Sheri grinned, then hooked her thumbs on each side and wiggled out of her shorts.

As they fell, Sean's cock hardened as her light yellow panties appeared. She bent before him to push them past her knees, her tits wobbling. He glanced up, hoping for a view down her shirt, but was thwarted by her blonde hair waving as her hips shimmied. Stepping out of her shorts, she kicked them to the side.

Sean's eyes returned to the small triangle before him. Lines pressed from the inside of the silky, thin fabric made by her pubic hairs. A few stray strands of dark blonde poked from under the elastic around her thighs. He had an urge to reach out and run a finger along the upside-down triangle.

"That's what I'm talking about," laughed Mack as he sat back on the sofa, his eyes watching his wife's ass as she approached their guest.

Their eyes locked, Sean watched as Sheri perched one knee next to him, their bare skin touching as he felt her body heat. The corners of her mouth twitched in a sultry smile as she put her weight on it, then put her other knee next to him. Her pussy now less than a foot away from his face as she sat on his thighs.

"You're the winner," Sheri breathed into his ear as she leaned towards him, her hips sliding forward until her pussy lips slid over the thick bulge in his shorts. Her hips moved slowly, sensuously, as she ground on his lap. Her hands held onto the back of the couch on either side of his head.

"My love, you've got an amazing ass." Mack's words broke the trance Sean had fallen into, and he leaned over to look at his friend. A bolt of fear washed through him.

This was way more than Sheri's previous prizes. The first had been a quick peck on the lips. Sean had enjoyed that, but it was chaste, and they all giggled after.

The second was a kiss, but that time she pushed herself to him, making him wrap her up in his arms. That kiss lasted several seconds, and before she pulled back, he thought he felt the tip of her tongue dance lightly over his lips. He knew she'd felt his rock hard cock, trapped in his shorts, as she pushed her abdomen against him.

The next game Mack won, and they clutched at the other, hands wandering. It was then Sean realized she'd lost whatever had been restraining her tits under her thin shirt. Mack's hand mauled her boob, pushing and pulling as he trapped her stiff nipple between two fingers.

Sean almost grew uncomfortable, wondering how far the couple was going to go until they stopped. Both breathing heavily, Mack grinned at Sean, his crazy eyes in full force as he smacked his wife's ass as she turned around. With a yelp, she bolted past Sean, heading towards the kitchen.

He caught the look in her eye as she passed by him and jolted when he felt her hand brush against his crotch as he stood, staring. She went into the kitchen to get another bottle, her hips swaying as she giggled.

Now Sheri was on top of him, and he felt her inner heat as her pussy pressed down on his dick, covered by his shorts and her thin panties. Back and forth, then side to side, she moved him under his clothes with her hips, and he wondered if there might be a wet spot left on him. Part of him wanted that, almost like a trophy.

She took his hands and moved them to cup her ass as she ground on him. Sean took a chance and pushed his hips against her, and was rewarded by a grin, her eyes dancing as her pussy moved in a circle over his rod.

"Damn, girl. You look like you're about to hump his brains out." Mack laughed, bringing Sean back down to Earth.

Sheri's moan made his fingers dig into her soft cheeks, covered only by her silky underwear. A couple of fingers touched her bare flesh, and he pressed his nails into her skin. She bounced on him in return, squishing his cock momentarily.

Leaning forward, her lips pressed to his as she put her weight onto his cock, moving it for several seconds before breaking the kiss and slowly getting off him.

Sean leaned back, eyes closed and uncaring at how his dick tented his shorts, and sighed. He heard Mack laugh, which turned muffled. Movement near him made Sean open his eyes, and he saw Mack kissing his wife, then pulling her over his lap, face down, her ass pointing right at him.

"You've been naughty and need to be punished." His words were stern, but the grin and look in his eyes told Sean he loved how his wife behaved.

With a fierce pull, Sheri's panties slid down, gathering around her knees as she rolled around on her husband's lap. A large hand fell hard onto one pale cheek, the sound reverberating off the walls mixed with Sheri's yelp.

One smack after another, Mack spanked his wife, practically nude from the waist down as Sean sat and watched, only a couple of feet away. Her swollen, pink lips peeked out between her quivering cheeks after each slap, further reinforcing the raging erection in Sean's shorts.

After several smacks, Mack stopped, and Sheri whimpered as her ass lifted, wiggling in the air. Sean almost gave into the urge to reach out and run a finger through her lips, now obviously wet and staring right at him.

"That'll teach you," Mack said, his voice still faux stern as he moved her off him to lie on the carpet in front of the couch. Sean's eyes followed her ass as two spots, one on each cheek, glowed red. The glimpse of bald pussy lips added to the carnal sight.

He wondered about his friends and the type of relationship they had. Clearly, Mack enjoyed his wife being flirtatious. She'd practically humped him on the couch. His brain swam from the wine and potent weed. Maybe they got a little wild when high. That wouldn't be too strange, just folks having a bit of fun.

Sheri pulled herself up, ensuring her bare ass pointed his way as long as possible before pulling up her panties. She turned just before getting them over her mound, giving him a glimpse of dark blonde pubic hair.

Sean sighed and smiled at her as her hands rubbed her ass. Her nipples, hard and prominent under her shirt, now pulled tightly against her as she got herself put back together.

"He's mean to me," Sheri pouted, and lightly kicked his foot. He grinned up at her, then pulled her to him, making her straddle him much the way she'd done to Sean.

"I love you." Mack kissed his wife, his arms embracing her as she molded her body to his, her hips moving over his lap.

After several kisses and gropes, she pulled back and smiled at her husband, bent and kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you, too, you old pervert."

Mack laughed, then grinned at Sean. "You just gotta love this woman. So damned sexy, and always willing to spread it around."

Sean's eyebrows rose at that comment, and his mind flooded with images of Sheri spreading herself all over him, but this time, they'd be naked.

"I'm hungry. You guys got me worked up, and now I need to eat something." She shimmied off her husband, then turned away from him and bent to grab her shorts. Sean noticed the darker spot on her panties between her legs. Pulling them on, he watched her hips move in that hypnotic way women move.

"Hungry dude?" Mack asked him as Sheri sauntered off to the kitchen, but not before giving him a quick grin.

"Uh, yeah, actually I'm starving."

"Green bud. It'll give you the munchies every time." Mack laughed and stood. Sean followed him into the kitchen to help.

Sheri warmed up a dish she'd prepared earlier, and Mack tossed a salad. Sean sat at the kitchen table as the couple busied themselves getting food ready.

He watched them, joining in the conversation. They moved together fluidly, often touching and giving the other a gentle squeeze or light kiss. Their eyes told of the love they had for the other, and Sean wondered about how flirty she'd been with him.

Was it just the drugs? Would things feel weird once they sobered? Or was this how they were? Maybe she was a flirt, and Mack didn't have a problem with it. Several times, Mack had encouraged his wife ‌to touch or tease Sean. It had taken very little convincing to get her to do it, too.

His comments reinforced Sean's hypothesis. Sheri was an outrageous flirt, and Mack liked it. He watched as Mack gave his wife's tit a quick squeeze, almost making her drop a plate, and wondered how far she might go.

He tried to quash that thought with a deep pull from his wineglass. They'd switched from mimosas to a rich California red that Mack and Sheri had picked up at a local winery.

After supper, they reconvened on the couches as soft music played on the stereo, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Sean felt relaxed, secure in the warm home of his friends. Sheri snuggled against her husband as she sipped her wine and chatted.

"So how did you two meet?"

Sean cocked his head at his friend's reaction. Mack's head rocked back, and he laughed, almost spilling his drink. Sheri's cheeks grew pink, but she held his gaze with sparkling eyes.

"Now that's a story." Mack grinned at his wife. "Want to tell it?"

She blushed further, still keeping eye contact with Sean. "No, you do it."

"Okay," Mack said and sipped his wine. He looked at Sean as Sheri snuggled under his arm. "It was at a party at a frat house. I'd heard they get kind of wild, and a buddy and I went to check it out. We were sophomores then."

"I was a freshman," Sheri added, her hand moving over her husband's chest.

Mack nodded, then kissed the top of his wife's head. "Anyway, there we were, walking around this enormous house, checking things out. We'd had several beers and were feeling no pain. We made our way upstairs and started investigating the various rooms."

He chuckled and took another pull of wine. "In one room, we found a couple fucking. This guy had his pants barely down, his shirt on as he bounced on some girl. We could see she was naked, but we couldn't really see anything, so we kept going down the hall, looking into rooms."

Sean laughed at the description, imagining the ruckus of a sex crazed college party. Mack's telling of the tale was done well. He was a natural storyteller, keeping Sean interested, feeding out tidbits at just the right rate to keep them both hanging. Sheri giggled and snuggled, her hand now in her husband's lap, her palm flat over his zipper.

"We heard some noise, and saw a guy stagger out of a room at the end of the hall. He was still pulling up his pants and looked flushed as he looked back into the room." Mack wiggled his eyebrows at Sean. "Of course we headed that way, wanting to see what was going on."

Sean noticed Sheri's cheeks reddening.

"So there we were, at the end of the hall, and looked around the corner to see."

Sheri's hand was now wrapped around her husband's cock over his shorts, her hand moving slowly.

"What do you think we saw?" Mack's eyes gleamed.

Sean shrugged. "I dunno. People screwing?"

Mack laughed, the warm, deep sound echoing in the room. "Yup, and not a couple. Three!"

"Damn," Sean said, his voice a whisper, imagining a threesome. He'd always wanted to do that, but never had the chance.

"Yup. We walked in and stood against the far wall, watching with a couple of other guys. They looked like they were waiting their turn, so we did, too."

"You guys did her?" Sean asked, his eyes flicking to Sheri's as he wondered how this pertained to their meeting.

Mack grinned and nodded as he pulled Sheri closer. "Yup."

Understanding bloomed in Sean's buzzed mind. "You mean..." he said, his words coming out slowly as Mack nodded.

"I didn't even know her name the first time I nutted in her."

Sean didn't know where to look. Sheri clearly had no remorse or embarrassment as she smiled at him, her hand wanking Mack over his shorts. Mack's grin, then loving look he gave his wife, told Sean he needn't feel awkward.

Sheri smiled up at her husband. "Both he and his buddy took their turns. Mack crawled up behind me after one guy finished and shoved it in. He's big, I don't know if he told you that."

"Ah, no. That never came up in conversation," Sean said, chuckling.

"Well, with Mack pounding me from behind, his buddy pulled his pants down and sat against the headboard, cock ready." She laughed. "I guess he thought I'd just lean down and suck him off."

"Well, didn't you?" Mack asked, his brows raised. He jerked when she squeezed his cock.

"Yeah, but he didn't have to just expect me to, you know." She tried to look offended, but spoiled it by giggling.

"Wow. Sounds like a fun time." Sean shook his head, picturing Sheri on all fours, her light blonde hair waving as Mack fucked her from behind.

"Sure was. I waited around, but my friend didn't want to. After the other guys got their's, I helped her to the shower and got in with her. Cleaned her up and held her."

"Such a gentleman," Sheri said, beaming up at him. Their lips met, and Sean felt the warmth of their love, even as her hand clutched Mack's cock over his shorts.

"There was something about her. In the shower, we talked, and from then on, I wanted her with me."

"Damn." Sean didn't know what else to say.

"You're wondering, huh?" Sheri asked him, Mack's arm around her.

Sean's eyebrows rose. "Well... not really my place to say anything."

"I was wild back then, wanting to try everything."

"And you sure did." Mack laughed, then kissed her. "That wasn't the last time she did things like that."

"But you two were dating?" Sean asked.

They both nodded. "Yeah." Mack looked into Sean's eyes. "You see, Sheri has a strong libido."

"I love to fuck," she giggled, making her husband chuckle.

Nodding, he said, "Yeah, she sure does. So much so that sometimes I have trouble keeping up with her."

"You do great, my love." She kissed him again, her hand moving over his shorts. Sean watched them look into the other's eyes and smiled.

Mack turned to look at Sean. "So." He drew out the word. "I had no problem when sometimes Sheri liked to mess around while we were still at school."

"I always made sure Mack knew I loved him, and only him, with all my heart." Sheri's glance at Mack reinforced her words. She grinned at Sean. "But there were times it just got to me, and I'd let loose."

"Loose?"

"Fuck." She held his gaze. "A lot."

Sean's cock hurt. It'd been hard for a large percentage of the time he'd been over their house, and now it wanted out.

"With a lot of different guys. I went a little crazy, but Mack was always there for me when it was over."

"I love you," Mack said, hugging her to him.

"I love you, too." She sighed and smiled as they looked at the other.

Mack shrugged and smiled at his friend as he picked up his glass. "So that's how we met."

"Damn," Sean said slowly. "You're a lucky man."

"Don't I know it." He held up his glass, and the others took theirs and clinked. "To my true love, the woman of my dreams. Sheri."

Sean raised his glass and emptied it in one swallow. Sheri kissed her husband, her hand still working his cock.

"Damn, I'm fucked up," Mack said. "You better crash here tonight."

"Thanks, man. I'd hate to drive like this," Sean said, nodding as his brain swirled at all the pot, booze and sexual situations he'd encountered that day.

Sheri extricated herself, finally releasing her prize, and stood, unsteady on her feet. Mack patted her ass, then stood next to her.

"You can take the couch, it's comfortable," Sheri said. "I'll get some blankets."

"Thanks," Sean said as he stood. He helped bring in the glasses and other things into the kitchen, then hugged Sheri as Mack stood there.

"Sleep well," Sheri whispered into his ear as her stomach pressed against his cock. "I had a lot of fun today."

He pushed his cock against her. "Me, too. Thanks."

"Oh, don't thank me yet." She pecked his lips, then stood next to her smiling husband. They shook hands.

"Glad you could come by today," Mack said.

"Yeah, it was fun. You guys are great."

"We want you to come here as much as possible," Sheri said, then winked as she turned. Her hips swayed, a figure-eight pattern in her tight shorts as she walked down the short hall and into their bedroom.

Had that been a double entendre? She wants me to cum as much as possible? Sean shook his head, the drugs addling his brain.

Sheri returned with an armload of items. "Why don't you guys push the coffee table away? I think Sean'll be more comfortable if we put the cushions on the floor. He's kinda big and this couch is narrow."

She smirked at him. "I'd hate for big Sean to have to stuff himself into something tight and narrow. It might feel constrained." Wiggling her brows at him, she added, "At least until it got comfortable."

His cock twitched, and he wasn't sure if he heard Mack make a noise. In short order, they cleared a space on the floor by the couch and arrayed the thick cushions into a narrow sleep area. Sheri spread the blankets and placed a pillow at the head.

"There, nice and comfy." She looked into his eyes. "You gonna be okay here all alone tonight?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, feeling a flush growing on his cheeks.

Mack sniggered as he took his wife's hand. "Come on, my sweet. Let him get some sleep. You've teased the poor guy all day." Mack looked over his shoulder at Sean. "Sleep good, buddy. Glad you came over."

"Me, too. Thanks for everything."

"Like I said," Sheri said as her husband led her to the bedroom by the hand. "We want you to come here as often as possible."

Mack shook his head as he turned into the bedroom, and Sean thought he heard laughter after their door closed.

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Sean kept one eye almost closed, watching the cute blonde undulate over him. Her pussy bathed his cock as it slid back and forth. The feelings she gave him roiled through his nervous system, and he had to resist the urge to move under her.

She'd already taken him inside her once, and he wanted her to do it again. She's said she wanted him to cum here often, and he was more than happy to take her up on that.

But what about his friend? Mack was probably his best friend, even though they hadn't known each other that long. Mack and his wife moved to the area from back East late the year before, and he and Mack hit it off and their friendship had grown quickly, both of them sharing similar interests and careers as software engineers.

And now his new best friend's wife had nearly fucked him, and still might, if things went well. Even if she didn't and finished the job canoeing on him, that would be fine. He'd get off either way.

Maybe cumming inside his friend's wife only hours after they'd met wouldn't be the very brightest idea he'd ever had. He mentally shrugged as Sheri grimaced above him, her clit rubbing against the end of his dick.

She was driving this show, and he'd let her do what she wanted. Hadn't they already told him she'd fucked other guys after they met? Yeah, they did, and he watched her do it, too. He couldn't remember clearly, being royally wasted as they told him the story of their first meeting.

He felt her hand cradle his cock, pushing between his lower stomach and cock. She shifted, lifting him and pressed against him, holding his cock up against her lips. She rocked on him, creating a wonderful friction, and he felt his balls tingling.

Lifting, she slid up and down his shaft, and again, his cock caught on her opening. Hope pulsed through him when it did it again, and she'd paused, pushing him hard against her.

Over and over, her clit made contact with his shaft, her fluids lubricating them both. Occasionally, she'd stop and press his head into her hole, but never actually making him penetrate her. He wanted to thrust up, push into her, roll her over and fuck her brains out.

But no, that would be a bad idea, and probably stop all this if she knew he was awake. Best let her do it her way.

His mind soared with the warm, wet feelings as Sheri masturbated on his dick. Her hand moved on his shaft, creating a counter sensation as her pussy wrapped around him. The tingle in his balls grew with each stroke, and he knew he'd be cumming soon.

He was lost in the feelings when she'd stopped again at her entrance. Again, she dallied, pushing his head to her hole, but this time, it slipped inside. She shuddered, then pushed further. Her tight warmth wrapped around his head, then the first inch of his shaft.

Painfully slow, she bore down until her ass rested on his upper thighs. He was inside her once again, all the way. Her fluids leaked out, wetting his boxers. He couldn't stop his cock from flexing, and she wiggled her hips at the feeling.

Lifting up, she pulled him halfway out, then settled. She paused, then her hips lowered, taking him as deep as possible before lifting and falling again.

First, she did this slowly, then sped her movements, now truly fucking him. Her grunt each time she bottomed out on his cock was music to his ears.

He loved the sounds women made when screwing. Each one was unique. Some grunted. Some squeaked. Some screamed and yelled.

You never knew what a woman would do until you actually got your dick into her and started pounding. And not the gentle in-out, in-out. Oh, no. The real slamming of hips against hips. That's when you heard her real sex sounds.

It took all Sean's control to keep his hands at his sides. He saw through his lidded eye how she pinched her wide, pink nipples, her face contorted as she fucked her husband's friend in the middle of the night.

He felt his balls start to contract when she bounced hard, yelped, then lifted. He almost cried out when his soaked cock slapped against his stomach, making a wet sound.

Sheri's hand lifted his cock again, pressing it tightly against her spread lips as she jerked against him. Her moans built, and he realized her orgasm had started.

His cock vibrated, and his cum built in pressure, waiting for the explosion to shoot it out. Would she take him back into her? Let him coat her insides with his fertile sperm? Just then, he wondered what, if any, birth control she might be on. He might knock her up if he came in her.

An image of Sheri pregnant, Mack holding her close as he beamed his love to her, came to Sean's mind. He and Mack looked similar and could even be mistaken for brothers. Would anyone know it was his child in her belly?

That thought bounced in his head, only to be interrupted by Sheri's quiet cry of orgasm. Her movements turned erratic, but it was enough for Sean.

The pressure building inside erupted as a rope of sperm shot from his cock. Sheri's hand cradled his cock, holding him to her nether reaches, and his cum coated her fingers. Another pulse shot out, adding to the mess, and Sean realized her fingers were sliding around his shaft as more shot out, pushing his cum along her lips.

He saw her eyes tightly clenched, then looked down as a few final ropes popped out the top of his dick. Her hand moved his cum around, and he realized she was pushing it between her labia.

Sheri slowed, then stopped, settling on his hips, her tits heaving with each deep breath. Her hand worked his dick and her pussy, spreading his seed between them.

Letting go of his wilting dick, it fell to his stomach, and he watched her cum-coated fingers slide his sperm into her.

Holy shit.

A pulse of fear shot through him as he watched her lean back, giving him a perfect view of her hole between spread, wet lips. Her fingers gathered his pearly essence and pushed it into her. Fingers delved deep, pushing his cum into her.

He couldn't believe it. She wanted his sperm inside her, but hadn't fucked him until he came. His heart rate slowed as he watched her playing with his cum.

She took a finger full and brought it to her mouth, then sucked. She made a happy noise deep in her throat, then took more and rubbed her finger over her nipples. One, then the other, making them glisten in the dim light from the coating of his cum on her wide, pink nipples. Taking more, she pushed a little into her belly button, making her giggle.

Did she have a cum fetish? She'd told him she wanted him to cum often. He was more than happy to oblige.

She slid back, then dismounted Sean. Leaning over, she lifted his nearly limp cock and sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue lapped all the remaining juices off his skin, then released him. She licked around his balls and anywhere else she found globs of cum.

Smiling after having cleaned him, she gently tucked him back into his boxers, pulled them up where they'd bunched around his waist, and pulled the thin blanket over him.

Leaning forward, she pecked his lips, her tongue flicking, and he smelled the salty sperm on her mouth. He was thankful she didn't try to French Kiss him.

With a contented sigh, she stood, still wobbly, and looked down at him. His one eye saw her outline in the dark as she drew her robe around her, tied it, and with a last look, she turned and went into her bedroom, softly closing the door.

The sounds from the street wafted around the room as his mind tried to absorb and understand what had just happened.

He decided he really liked hanging out with Mack and Sheri and couldn't wait for his next visit.