What’s sexier than a smoking-hot wife, barefoot in the kitchen cooking for her husband and his buddies?
Nothing.
I knew how lucky I was. Cali was the envy of all our friends and their wives. The women wanted to be her, and the guys wanted to fuck her. At least tonight, one of those fantasies would become a reality. Cali and I both loved the idea of her having sex with other men—stretched to the max, pussy filled with their hot loads while I watched. Over time, my wife started to really get into it, moaning and begging for every last inch of their unfamiliar cocks. It wasn’t about control or jealousy. Nothing turned me on more than watching Cali get fucked, knowing she’d be in our bed when the night was over—sharing all of that used, cum-filled hole with me.
I felt my cock swell as I leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching my wife prepare some of her most delicious party dishes—spicy buffalo wings, creamy queso dip, and homemade guacamole with freshly baked tortilla chips. But I knew the most delicious item on tonight’s menu was Cali’s perfect, plump pussy. She had the type of hourglass figure any woman would kill for and all the guys drooled over. She had the perfect tiny waist and big ass and hips that screamed, “fuck me.”
I saw the way the guys at the gym looked at her. Every time she stepped onto the floor, the entire atmosphere changed. Every man paused their workout to eye-fuck Cali’s full hips and thick ass. It was like a primal instinct that drove their urge to breed. The best part is Cali knew just how fuckable she was. It’s clear in the way she carried herself wherever she went. Even the die-hard gym rats paused their lifts and sets to watch Cali walk by or do a squat in those high-waisted leggings that showed every curve of her fat ass.
That’s how I chose them—the guys from the gym who couldn’t help but stare, even though they tried. The guys that I knew jerked off to thoughts of my wife’s big hips and curvaceous body riding their cocks and giving them endless orgasms. They were clearly dying to get a closer look at the incredible woman who singlehandedly raised the gym’s blood pressure just by her mere presence. But it wasn’t just for them. I got off on watching them linger a few seconds too long when grabbing water or shifting in their seats as Cali walked by, their cocks throbbing with desire. Knowing guys wanted to fuck my wife was one of my biggest turn-ons, and Cali was more than willing to play along.
“I want to invite some of the guys from the gym over for the Super Bowl,” I said one night in bed as I traced the curves of Cali’s naked body with my fingertips.
“Okay,” she said softly, her eyes closed and a small smile on her full pink lips.
“Not just for the game, though,” I said, my fingers stopping near her face, tapping her jaw, silently encouraging her to look at me.
Her eyes opened and I saw a playful curiosity in her striking blue eyes.
“Oh?” she asked playfully with a smile.
“Exactly,” I whispered. She knew exactly what I was implying.
Cali sat up in bed, pulling the silky sheets up around her bare chest. “Which ones?” The excitement in her voice was undeniable.
“We’ll pick together. But I thought of Shawn, the big guy with the tattoos, and maybe Matt. Oh, and that guy Connor! He literally gets a hard-on every time you walk by and doesn’t even try to hide it.”
Cali laughed, knowing full well I was right. She loved knowing the guys at the gym were eye-fucking her.
“Shawn, definitely!” Cali squealed. “And yeah, why not make Connor’s day? But not Carl. He’s too tall and lanky,” Cali said, turning her nose up.
“Okay, then who?”
“What about that other guy? Derek, I think his name is. He’s really quiet. He always comes in wearing a suit and then changes to work out. God, he smells so fucking good.”
I loved watching my wife get excited over other men.
“Oh yeah,” I said playfully, slowly pulling down the sheet that covered her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her body was humming with desire. “I think someone has a thing for the investment banker.”
Cali leaned in, pressing her tits into my hands and bringing her face just inches from mine.
“Maybe,” she purred. “Is that okay? Are you jealous that I want to fuck the banker while you watch?”
“Jealous?” I asked with a laugh. “I couldn’t be more turned on.”
Cali pressed her hands into my chest, rolling me onto my back and climbing on top of me, my hands instantly finding her fat ass. She slowly moved her gorgeous naked body up and down my cock, now slick with her pussy juice.
“I wanna fuck Jake, too,” she said suddenly.
Jake was our stud neighbor. Our kids went to school together, and Cali and his wife were pretty good friends. Her suggestion surprised me, but my hesitation quickly turned to pure desire. Watching Jake take my wife would be something I’d never forget.
“Is that okay, baby?” Cali was still sliding her soaked lips up and down my shaft, her thick hips moving rhythmically against my body. “Can I please fuck your friend?”
I could never resist my wife’s naughty requests.
“Yes,” I whispered, struggling to concentrate now that my dick was yearning to slide inside her tight, soaked hole. “You can fuck whoever you want,” I said breathily. “But first, fuck me.”
Cali smiled with delight, moving up my body and back down with a single motion that drove my cock into her soaked pussy. I grunted, grabbed her fat ass, thrust hard and fast as we both fantasized about other cocks inside her while I pumped my load into her. The thought of it always made me cum so hard.
Our fantasy-to-reality day had finally arrived. Images of the guys from the gym and Jake fucking my wife doggy style while she sucked two cocks at once and begged for them to fill her up flashed through my mind for weeks.
As I watched my wife prepare snacks for our special guests, I readjusted my growing erection and fought the urge to bend her over the counter, slide her loose gray shorts aside, and bury my dick in her before the party started. But I couldn’t. I wanted to save it for later, for her used pussy.
I slowly moved in Cali’s direction, my eyes transfixed by her gorgeous, curvaceous body. Cali took pride in her appearance, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Hours in the gym and even more in the kitchen preparing fresh, organic meals. Her body was a temple, and I loved nothing more than worshiping it every night—sometimes more than once. Tonight, she was wearing those loose gray shorts I loved that left little to the imagination. She never wore them with panties, which were the perfect choice for tonight. No matter how she positioned herself, everyone in the room would get a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Her KC Chiefs jersey was tied tight around her waist, revealing her flat tummy and belly button ring. The deep V-neck of the jersey revealed just the right amount of cleavage. The single, shining diamond I’d bought her for our recent 10th anniversary hung loosely around her neck, nestled in the crevice of her perky tits.
I pressed my body against Cali’s backside, brushing her long, wavy blonde hair off her shoulder and kissing her silky smooth skin. Her body visibly shook and shivered under my touch. I knew she was buzzing with anticipation and excitement. Cali pressed her thighs together, clenching the muscles of her already wet pussy. She tilted her head back, letting out a tiny whimper as my lips and tongue slowly traced the lines of her neck, sucking and nibbling her earlobe.
“You’ve been on edge all day,” I whispered teasingly into her ear. “Whatever could you be thinking about?”
Cali let out a giggle, immediately followed by a sigh of sexual frustration. She pressed her ass into the growing bulge in my pants as I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist, gripping her and pulling her harder into my throbbing cock. I didn’t want to get too excited. I had to pace myself. It was going to be a long night. I reached around her body, sliding my hands between her legs and instantly feeling the heat and moistness coming from her pussy. I gasped playfully.
“My, my. Someone’s excited.”
I pressed my fingers harder into her cunt, fondling her swollen clit through her loose-fitted shorts. Her hand flew to mine, gripping my fingers and urging me to continue but also begging me to stop.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I demanded.
“You know,” she whispered, turning her body toward me as I slowly lifted her onto the counter, careful not to disrupt the beautiful dishes she spent all day preparing. I spread her legs wide, pulling her ass to the edge of the granite and pressing my crotch into hers.
“I wanna hear you say it.” I slid my hands up her neck and into her silky hair, tugging gently as her head fell backward and she pressed her chest toward my face. I bent down, gently kissing the tops of her soft tits.
“I’m thinking about how they’re gonna fill me. One. By. One.”
Cali spoke slowly, reaching down to grip my shaft. She squeezed it firmly.
“Thinking about how they’re gonna fill me up while you watch. So much hot cum for my slutty pussy.”
I groaned and pulled away. My teeth were clenched, and I had to regain my composure. Cali’s sultry voice in my ear, talking about getting manhandled by our guests while her expert hands worked my cock, was enough to make me explode right there in the kitchen. And that wasn’t part of the plan.
We made eye contact and Cali smiled playfully, biting her bottom lip, which she knew drove me crazy. Before another word was spoken, the doorbell rang.
Cali’s eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced off the counter, adjusting the hem of her damp shorts and readjusting her jersey to show off her amazing tits and tummy.
“Game time!”
The entire atmosphere was different tonight. The guys could feel it, and I could tell. Cali and I couldn’t help but make eye contact every time she set an appetizer on the coffee table, bending down just right in front of the guys seated on the couch.
It didn’t take long for Connor to notice her loose-fitted shorts. Every time Cali bent over or sat down, he shifted in his seat and leaned back, hoping for a glance of her pussy lips peeking out the sides. Cali knew just how to bring attention to herself. She held beers up against her chest as she popped the tops with enough flair to make her tits bounce, sending small droplets of the cold liquid cascading down her cleavage. The guys couldn’t take their eyes off her. Nothing was sexier than seeing the same guys I saw at the gym and in the neighborhood drool over my wife, knowing that they were about to get the chance to act on all those dirty thoughts.
The sexual tension was palpable as the Chiefs won the coin toss and elected to receive the ball. Cali was already a little buzzed from the Sangria she had made. Her hair was tousled around her face and her jersey was hanging off her shoulders. I knew how wet she was already. I could see her pussy lips glistening and needed to feel her. But I had to be strategic. I didn’t want the guests to know what was happening just yet.
As the first quarter trudged on and the beers kept flowing, Cali made her way onto the couch next to Jake. She casually draped her leg over the arm of the sofa, giving me a clear view of her completely bare and hungry pussy. I shifted in my seat across the room, fighting the urge to rush over and bury my face between her legs. Jake glanced over at Cali before meeting my gaze, lowering his eyes with a quizzical look that said, “What the fuck?”
Connor sat on Jake’s other side and leaned forward, scooping up a huge heap of guacamole with a chip. As he shoved the snack into his mouth, he turned toward Cali, just noticing her half-spread eagle position.
“Damn, Cali,” he said with his mouth half full. You look really good tonight. I love the jersey.”
Jake elbowed him and I couldn’t help but smile. Connor was younger than the rest of us and less tactful with hiding his desire for my wife.
“It’s okay, Jake,” I said. “Can’t blame the guy for noticing, right?”
Jake met my eyes for the second time, except this time, he spoke up.
“Alright, Mike. What’s going on? I know it’s Super Bowl and all, but why are we all here without our wives? And why is Cali dressed like…” he paused. “Like that!” Jake gestured toward Cali, who was half-sitting, half-laying across the cushions. She was lazily playing with her belly button ring as her leg bounced up and down on the arm of the couch. Her body was oozing with undeniable desire.
I didn’t answer right away. I locked eyes with Cali, waiting for confirmation. She nodded in excitement. She looked like a kid in a candy store. She couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could I.
“Ok,” I said, moving toward Cali. I stood beside my wife, stroking her hair with one hand and allowing my other hand to slip inside her loose-fitted shorts. She was drenched and her body instantly reacted. She gasped and arched her back, giving in to my touch. I circled her clit with my fingertips before easily sliding one, then two fingers into her dripping cunt. The guys looked on in surprise but didn’t say a word.
I continued. “You’re right, Jake. We didn’t invite you over just to watch the game.”
The guy’s eyes were glued to us as I slowly finger-banged Cali, my fingers knuckle deep inside her slick, silky wetness. She was squirming and on the couch, one hand gripping my forearm and guiding my movements wihil her other hand grasped the couch cushions. Her moans were muffled by the sounds of the blaring TV but it didn’t matter. We were all transfixed on her body as it moved in unison with my fingers.
“I want you guys to experience this,” I said, gesturing toward Cali, struggling to concentrate on both her body and my speech.
“What’s this, exactly?” Jake asked, a mix of shock and frustration in his voice. He was nervous, I could tell. Unsure but intrigued. It’s the exact reaction I expected from my good friend.
Connor and Shawn were clearly getting excited as they repositioned for a better look. My entire hand was inside Cali’s shorts, giving the guys a clear view of me finger-fucking her tight pussy. Derek stood behind us near the bar. I felt his body shift slightly but he didn’t move any closer. He was the silent, shy type.
“This, Jake,” I said, pulling my hand out of Cali’s shorts and slowly licking her sweet cream from my fingers. Cali fell back onto the couch in sexual frustration. I’d left her primed and ready to get fucked.
“Wait,” Jake said, standing up and raising his hand in slight protest. “What the fuck do you mean, Mike? You want us to fuck your wife?”
Cali and I shared a meaningful look before I smiled and said, “Precisely.”
The room fell silent except for the whistles and cheers coming from the TV. No one spoke, so I continued.
“Relax, Jake,” I said, touching my friend’s shoulder. You should feel honored. “
Jake looked confused. “You get to go first.”
A quick flash of excitement flashed across Jake’s eyes and I knew he was on board. Cali stood up and turned to Jake, pressing his shoulders down so he was seated on the couch. She moved her gorgeous body down his, shoving his knees apart and kneeling between them as she ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Jake looked torn – half shocked and confused and half completely aroused. Cali never broke eye contact with him as she slowly undid his belt buckle, moving his Chiefs jersey out of the way and lowering his zipper.
The other guys looked on, frozen in place and unsure what to do.
Cali slowly pulled Jake’s half-flaccid cock from his jeans, stroking the soft tight skin with her tiny, perfect hands. Within seconds, it stood firm, just inches from Cali’s lips. She gently pressed her tongue against the head, sucking in gently. Tasting his precum. Jake, with the look of shock and euphoria, locked his eyes on Cali’s mouth. She worked his long, slender shaft with one hand, gripping his balls with the other and slowly taking him into her mouth, inch by inch. Connor moved away, maybe to get a better view or maybe out of nerves. Shawn was less bashful, shifting in his seat and rubbing himself through his shorts without shame or reservation. Derek silently watched from the barstool in the corner. I couldn’t gauge his reaction quite yet.
Jake’s hands tangled in Cali’s hair, guiding her head as she worked his cock like the BJ Queen she was.
“Fuck, you’re good,” he groaned, pressing deeper into her throat. Cali gagged slightly before pulling back, gasping for air, her lips slick and swollen.
Without missing a beat, she climbed onto his lap, pushing her shorts aside and sinking his rock-hard cock into her soaked pussy. Jake gripped her waist, pulling her down hard as Cali ground against him, slow and deep. His face buried between her tits, undoing her bra and tossing it aside. His hands roamed from her hips to her chest, kneading her breasts, flicking her nipples with his tongue. Cali arched her back, riding him faster, her moans echoing through the room.
Shawn edged closer, practically perched on the arm of the couch, eyes locked on Cali’s every movement. I slid in beside Connor, watching the scene unfold.
“She likes to be touched,” I whispered to both of them. “Go ahead.”
Shawn didn’t hesitate, his hand closing around Cali’s tits, twisting her nipples. She cried out, grabbing his wrist, encouraging him to squeeze harder. Connor shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me for reassurance.
“Your turn,” I nudged him.
He blinked at me, surprised. “Really?”
“Yes,” Cali gasped, grinding harder on Jake. “Come on, pretty boy, help make me cum.”
Connor reached between her legs, his fingers brushing Jake’s shaft as it slid in and out of her dripping pussy. He found her clit, rubbing gentle circles that made Cali’s body tremble.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered. “Just like that. Harder, Jake!”
Jake responded, slamming his hips upward, pounding into her as Connor worked her clit faster. The tension built quickly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Jake shouted, panicked.
“Fill her up,” I said smoothly.
Jake froze for a second, eyes meeting mine, astonished.
“Don’t stop,” Cali begged, grinding down harder. “Cum in me, Jake. Fill me up.”
With a guttural groan, Jake exploded inside her, his whole body shaking. Cali gasped, her orgasm ripping through her as they climaxed together. I watched, mesmerized, as his load filled every inch of her pussy.
Cali slowly stood, Jake’s cock sliding out of her, cum spilling and stringing between them. Fuck, I loved it.
Shawn leaned back, quietly stroking his cock, while Derek stood behind the couch, his expression hard and unreadable. Cali playfully smacked Jake’s cheek and gave him a soft kiss before slipping her shorts off completely. She sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide, her cum-filled pussy on full display.
“Who’s next?” I asked, smirking.
Shawn shot up, stripping off his shirt to reveal pierced nipples and a tiger tattoo that wrapped over his shoulder and down his back.
“Easy, killer,” I joked, stroking my cock.
Jake chuckled, grabbing a beer. “Dude, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Just say thank you,” I replied, patting his shoulder with a grin.
Just as the halftime show began, Shawn loomed over Cali, his thick cock hard and ready. Without hesitation, he pressed into her, his girth stretching her open as she moaned in delight, legs spread wide. He kissed her deeply, his hands gripping her ass as he drove into her.
“I’ve always wanted to get fucked by the quarterback,” Cali teased, referencing Shawn’s Patrick Mahomes jersey. She shot a glance at Connor, who still looked hesitant. “And I need my wide receiver too.”
I nudged Connor forward. “You heard her.”
Connor stepped up, his hand trailing over Cali’s breasts before sliding down to her clit. She whimpered, grinding against Shawn’s cock while pressing into Connor’s touch.
“You like that, baby?” Shawn growled, letting his cock slap against her soaked pussy.
“Yes, please! Fuck me with that fat cock,” Cali begged.
Shawn thrust back in, his thick shaft disappearing into her wet heat. Cali cried out, her back arching as he fucked her deep and hard.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big!” she screamed, clawing at the couch cushions.
Connor pulled her top down, freeing her tits completely. He sat beside her, fondling her breasts while watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Take your cock out,” Cali demanded breathlessly, locking eyes with Connor.
Connor didn’t need more encouragement. He yanked down his shorts, his throbbing cock inches from her face. Cali grinned wickedly before wrapping her lips around him, taking him deep into her throat.
Connor’s head fell back, lost in the sensation, while Shawn pounded her from behind, his hands tangled in her pigtails. His swollen balls slapped against her clit, driving her closer to the edge. Cali pulled Connor from her mouth just long enough to stroke him furiously.
“I want your cum,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
Both men were ready. With a few final thrusts, Shawn erupted inside her, filling her up with his load as Cali’s body convulsed around him. Her climax was muffled by Connor’s cock, which she sucked hungrily until he, too, exploded, shooting hot cum down her throat. I watched as she swallowed every drop, her throat pulsing as she drank it all.
When they finally pulled away, drained and breathless, Cali collapsed onto her belly, Shawn’s cock sliding out of her cum-soaked pussy. She was a beautiful mess, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She didn’t stay down for long. Cali jumped up, glowing with post-orgasm bliss, and ran toward me. I grabbed her face, kissing her deeply, tasting the salty mix of Connor’s cum on her lips.
“One more, baby,” I whispered, nodding toward Derek. “One more fuck, and then you’re mine.”
Cali bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement, before skipping off to the bathroom for a quick outfit change. I watched my gorgeous, barefoot wife disappear, already eager for what was next.
He had been a silent observer all night. But soon, he’d be the final act. He was Cali’s choice for tonight and she wanted him to have the final fuck. I walked in his direction, leaning against the bar where he’d spent most of the evening.
“Game’s almost over,” I said, clinking my beer with his. “And that means it’s your turn. You get the final run. Are you ready for that?”
Derek didn’t answer immediately, taking a slow sip from his beer and looking at the counter. He quietly played with the coaster, making tiny circles around the Chiefs logo with his fingertips. Then, he looked up, a sly smirk on his face. “Yeah, I can handle that.”
A flood of relief washed over me. I wasn’t sure what the quiet banker had been thinking all this time, but now I knew. He wanted to fuck my wife just as much as the rest of them. And if I knew anything from my experience with sharing my hot wife, it was that the quiet ones were usually the kinkiest. I clinked my beer with his one last time before returning to the group, mentally preparing for the night’s grand finale.
“Cheers.”
Jake, Shawn, and Connor looked exhausted but excited for what was to come — literally. I wasn’t sure what relaxed them more, the beer or the heart-pumping orgasms courtesy of my fuckable wife. I watched as Derek prepared himself in the corner of the room, removing his jacket and slowly rolling up his sleeves. His forearms were toned and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He was tall, dark, and aloof.
As if on cue, my wife entered the room in a new skimpy outfit. A skintight red dress covered in KC Chiefs logos. The small emblems decorated the strapless dress from top to bottom, with some purposefully positioned arrowheads on her breasts and pussy. She wore deep red lipstick, and her hair hung loosely down her bare shoulders.
She walked confidently over toward Derek, pressing her tiny body into his broad chest.
“Are you ready for me?”
Derek didn’t respond right away. We all stared at him, waiting for his reaction. A sly smile slowly spread across his face.
“I think the question is, are you ready for me?”
Derek grabbed Cali by the waist, hoisting her onto the bar top and pushing her knees apart. My wife’s pussy was on display for all to see, the mix of sex and cum smeared across her pink lips. All the guys were on their feet now, casually drinking their beers and watching my wife get fucked for the third time that night. Jake playfully elbowed me, holding up his beer in a mock ‘cheers.’ I smiled and tipped my bottle in his direction. Jake always envied my marriage – maybe now more than ever.
I turned my attention back to Cali, who was leaning back on the bar, pulling down the top of her dress and letting her breasts fall free. Derek draped her legs over his shoulders and planted his face into her drenched pussy without hesitation. Normally, I would protest. That was my cum dump this guy was messing with. But the fact that he had the nerve and the balls to eat my wife’s dirty pussy was enough to earn my respect and him a brief taste.
Cali pressed her hips upward, grinding her wetness up and down Derek’s tongue. She gripped his head, crying and screeching like a tiny animal. Derek lifted her by her ass, thrusting his tongue even deeper into her honey hole. Cali’s entire body was shaking with pleasure.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cried. “You’re tongue is so fucking good.”
I could hear Derek mumble something as he continued to eat my wife’s pussy like a starving man. I saw a familiar look come over Cali’s face and knew that she was about to cum.
“That’s enough,” I said firmly, touching Derek’s shoulder. He turned, looking up from between her legs, his face smeared with jizz and juice. “It’s time to fuck her.”
Derek didn’t say anything but simply undid his dress pants, unleashing a huge tool. His dick was perfectly straight, long, and fat. I knew instantly it would fill Cali up perfectly. He pulled Cali’s body to the edge of the bar, sliding the head of his dick up and down her folds before guiding it into her pussy. I watched as her flesh gave way to his, welcoming his thick cock into her worn-out cunt. Derek hooked his hands underneath her legs, placing his hands on her tits as he fucked her deep and hard. Cali let out an animalistic grunt, digging her nails into the back of Derek’s neck.
Derek fucked her the way every woman should be fucked — slow, passionate, and deep. His hips moved back and forth in perfect rhythms, like an erotic dance he’d practiced many times before. I watched my wife’s body move in unison with his. I’d never seen her connect with someone so seamlessly. She was completely lost in her desire. I felt my erection growing harder and stronger than it had all night. I couldn’t take my eyes off Derek’s cock, gliding so easily between my wife’s legs.
Cali began to shake her head, another indicator that she was about to cum. Normally, it was a hard, ferocious fucking that brought my wife the most pleasure. But not this time. It was almost as if Derek was slowly coaxing the orgasm out of Cali’s body from deep within.
“That’s it baby, let me feel you cum.” It was Derek’s voice breaking through the silence. His jaw was clenched as he watched Cali’s face with an intensity I’d never seen before. She nodded quickly, whimpering under her breath. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
And with that, Cali let out a long steady moan as her legs violently shook against Derek’s body. He held her tight, never wavering or slowing his rhythm. Not until Cali’s body was completely limp with satisfaction. Cali was momentarily lost in her desire before returning to the present moment and realizing her work wasn’t done.
“Now it’s your turn, big boy,” she said, locking eyes with Derek. “Fuck me hard and fast. Fill my pussy up, now.”
I couldn’t help but smile at my wife’s assertiveness. I loved that she could switch from being totally vulnerable to being a vixen with only one thing on her mind. Derek grabbed Cali’s waist, pulling and pushing her petite body across the bar top, driving his cock into her with each thrust. His balls swung loosely between their bodies as Cali’s tits bounced freely in the air.
“That’s right, just like that.”
Cali was a real cheerleader now, urging Derek on. Directing him to fuck her faster and harder. As whistles blew and the game concluded on the TV, Derek delivered the final throbbing load of hot cum into my wife’s pussy. She spread her legs wide, gladly accepting his treat like the good hot wife she was. I watched as the muscles in Derek’s back relaxed, and his body grew limp. He slowly slid his wet dick from her drenched pussy, lowering her legs and pulling her dress up to cover her chest.
Derek helped Cali dismount from the bar giving her ass a final smack as she made her way to me. She hugged me tightly around the waist, pressing her head into my chest. I bent down, kissing her on top of the head and grabbed her thick ass as she pressed her body against mine. It was a brief moment of intimacy followed by a rush of intense desire. I needed to have my wife right then and there.
I quickly thanked the gentlemen for their services, but I wasn’t in a hurry to clear the room. A few of them grabbed their clothes, murmuring something about getting back to their wives, while the others lingered, curious to see what I’d do next. I didn’t care either way. My focus was solely on Cali.
She jumped and sprawled on to the couch, her body glistening with sweat and vagina with cum, her breath still ragged from the night’s events. Without a word, I stripped down, letting them see exactly who owned her. I dropped to my knees between her trembling thighs, tasting every last drop they’d left behind as she whimpered beneath me. The guys still hanging around exchanged looks, but none of them dared say a word.
When I’d had enough, I sat up and slid into her, then shifted into missionary, fucking her slow at first, then harder—deeper—making sure they all saw who was boss and who was going to finish the job. Her arms wrapped tight around my neck, then her legs locked around my waist, crossing her feet behind me to force every thrust deeper.
“Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Fill my slutty pussy up with your cum,” she moaned, her voice thick with need.
My cock and balls throbbed instantly, turning rock hard as the pressure built. “Whose pussy is it?” I growled.
“Your pussy. Breed me. Cum in me now,” she ordered.
I couldn’t hold back another second. My hips snapped forward, pumping my cum deep inside her. Each shot hit like I hadn’t come in weeks—five, six, seven—I lost count. Every throb sent a wave of euphoria crashing over me. I thrust until I was completely spent, making sure every last drop was buried inside her.
She was all mine—the last to claim her.