Victoria had my strap-on filling her asshole, and my husband’s massive hard cock was filling my asshole. With each thrust my husband was doing, his cock was rubbing inside my asshole, the dildo was rubbing against my clit, and the dildo was rubbing the inside of Victoria’s asshole. Victoria was on the bottom of the pile, with me laying on top of her and my husband holding his weight off us and doing big movements with his hips to pound at my asshole. There was so much stimulation going on that I was totally overwhelmed. I wasn’t moving the dildo in and out of Vicki, but she could feel every pound of my husband directly into her asshole as well as through the parts of my body that were touching her.
My husband was in full flight now, with his cock almost coming out of my asshole with every stroke, alternating with slamming in as hard and as far as he could. Vicki and I were getting louder and louder, which only served to spur him on. I felt Vicki tense under me, just as I was about to tense. My husband must have realised this too, as he called us a pair of sluts and told us to cum for him. That finished me off and I tensed and started to cum. He didn’t slow down and only a few seconds later, Vicki shrieked out and I knew she was cumming too. With one last thrust in, I felt his cock expand in my asshole, and I felt the tell-tale throb of him cumming in my ass. He pulsed a number of times cumming at each pulse, doing a few small strokes in between pulses to keep himself going. I knew I had a massive amount of cum in me, and I felt amazing.
After a short while, I felt his cock shrinking out of my ass, and suddenly it went from very full to very empty, a feeling that always makes me crave the next time my ass is filled. He climbed off and knelt beside us. With a loving smile, he leant in and kissed me and Vicki, both quite long passionate kisses, all the time, the strap-on was still buried in Vicki’s ass. He noted our mouths tasted of each other’s cunts (something of which he approved), and he asked Vicki if she wanted to share an anal cream pie (of course the slut did!). He undid my harness, and I clambered off, leaving the dildo still buried in Vicki’s ass. He then helped her to roll over, so she was lying face up on the sofa with her own weight keeping the dildo in position. He pushed her across and squeezed on the sofa next to her, and I crouched over them and presented my asshole alternately to them to allow them to suck the cum out of my asshole. I’ve always found felching to be an extremely intimate act, so to be this intimate with both of them at the same time was amazing.
When they had finished, my husband rinsed his mouth out, then licked our cunts clean, Vicki first, then me. We were in an awful mess again, and he was so gentle in licking us clean that he didn’t start to get us aroused again, although that may have been because we were sexually exhausted from our efforts, and our cunts needed a rest.
Vicki and I cuddled up on the sofa (Vicki’s ass still dildo-filled), filled in the fuck diary again and then started to drift off to sleep. I heard my husband say that whichever of us woke up first, he was going to fuck, and we both said OK as we drifted off.
I woke up alone on the sofa and went to find them. Vicki was leaning her ass against the kitchen table having whipped cream sucked off her nipples. My husband stopped to kiss me as I entered the kitchen and told me Vicki’s cunt needed cleaning again. I knelt down in front of her and licked his cum out of her and cleared her of cunt juice. He offered me the whipped cream, so I applied several loads to her clit, licking her clean each time. Once I’d had enough cream, I stood up and he licked some cream licked off my nipples too, whilst I took the chance to play with his cock, which was becoming hard again.
Once his cock got to its full glorious hardness, he manoeuvred me over to the sink, and bent me over it in one of my favourite positions, with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. He nudged my legs further apart with his foot, and then, in one swift fluid movement, he buried his cock into my cunt. I reared up with the power with which he impaled me, and he grabbed my hips and held them in place whilst he repeatedly drove into my cunt. I was instantly wet again (my cunt, not just my tits), and his powerful and rhythmic thrust was taking all my attention. He slowed down his thrusting, probably meaning he was near, so I tried to squeeze his cock with my cunt, and I made him lose control and pump cum into me repeatedly.
Once he finished and his cock has shrunk out of me, I felt his hand in the centre of my back, holding my tits in the water, and then I felt Vicki’s tongue contact my clit. She went straight in for the kill; really focussing on my clit, which was quite sensitive by this point. I really felt like telling her to stop, but I couldn’t. She made me orgasm again, this time as quickly as she could and virtually entirely from clit action. Only then did she lick the rest of my cunt out, both sucking out and swallowing his cum and my cunt juices. She finished off my sucking the final whipped cream off my very tender clit, switching between very gentle (which is what my clit needed) and very rough (which was right on the border of the pleasure/pain threshold).
When the whipped cream was all gone, I got up and dried off my tits. When I put my attention back on to my husband and Vicki, he was leaning with his ass against the kitchen table, and she was on her knees in front of him, with his limp cock in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded her approval. She then started gulping down his piss.
I leant against the sink, watching the two people I love being kinky again, and I realised how lucky I am to be where I am. This is going to take a while to get my head round. I love my husband more than I had ever done, and yet, there is a big place in my heart for Vicki too. How the fuck did that happen? I didn’t realise that was even possible, and yet here I was.
I needed time to think about what to do now. I felt like I wanted to say something there and then. Were the other two feeling the same? If so, did that change anything? In my head, I could see a scenario where we were all in love with each other, but Vicki didn’t want a relationship, just sex, so actually, that was fairly unlikely. My biggest problem was that I didn’t want to mess up this relationship, as it is amazing as it is. If we were all in love with each other though, that would be something else entirely.