I propped myself up on one elbow and watched my wife. The look on her face was one I always long to see. She was totally lost in pleasure. Her eyes half closed as her head moved back and forth in the throws of excitement. Her breathing came in short gasps. Her whole body was twitching, arching, almost thrashing in her excitement.
I felt her hand grasping me, stroking my erection with a touch that showed her excitement. Usually she was fun, laughing and joking as we made love, but today she was in one of her passionate moods and lost to what was happening.
I listened to the sounds. Her soft moans, her short fast breathes. Most of all I heard the slurping sounds as Horse sucked her left nipple and the sucking sounds her pussy made around my fingers. I lowered my head to kiss my wonderful wife. It was a hard passionate kiss and I knew how much I loved this woman.
Jill was everything to me. She was the love of my life but more, she was my best friend and my partner. She was the one I laughed with, the one I told everything to, the one I loved and the one I shared.
As we kissed, Horse moved his mouth lower, licking my wife's belly button. Horse had every intention of eating her pussy but she was already withering in a continuous orgasm and she stopped him. "GOD SOMEONE FUCK ME! I NEED IT SO BAD! I NEED A COCK INSIDE ME!"
I let Horse move between Jill's legs and line his cock up with her pussy. I watched her face as Horse slowly entered her with the huge cock she loved so much. She was cumming from the first thrust in a mind blowing orgasm. I thought about moving to let her suck my cock but thought better of it. In her state she might bite me.
I waited for the gasp from Horse that signaled that he had emptied his balls into her sweet pussy. I moved between her legs as Horse collapsed beside her, softly kissing my sweet wife as I rammed my meat into her quim. She pulled him up and licked Horse clean as I fucked her. Her orgasm never abated and by the time I blasted into her, Jill was still cumming. Her orgasm ended with mine and she laid her head back on the pillow.
I lay beside her as I tried to regain my breath. She turned her head from Horse's huge cock and kissed me softly, lovingly. The flush still over her as she deflated. We kissed softly before she lay back and closed her eyes.
Her right hand found my soggy, softening cock and pulled. Obediently I moved to my knees and presented my cock to her mouth. She sucked my soft cock into her mouth and cleaned me. Her left hand held Horse tightly by his cock, not allowing him to move.
When the last of her taste was sucked from my magic wand, she opened her eyes and smiled with a wicked smile. A look of lust on her face as she had a cock resting on each cheek. She turned her head and licked Horse's cock slowly. Jill's right hand held me in place beside her face. Horse's huge cock responded to the soft touch of her tongue and rose to it's full impressive 11 inch length.
Jill's mouth then moved to me. Licking and sucking she tried to reinvigorate my flagging member.
No words were spoken. Somehow, Horse knew that my wife wanted him laying on his back. Her mouth left my shaft and looked longingly at Horse's stiff cock. She moved her body to straddle him.
I watched her face as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her eyes closed and she sighed as she slid down on him.
Her passion had been slaked and now she was her usual playful self. She pulled me to her mouth and my body responded to her desires.
"Bill, If you think you get to sit one out, you're very wrong. I want that beautiful cock in my mouth."
Jill was on her hands an knees, her mouth wrapped around my manhood, her pussy stretched by Horse and again she began to cum. Horse reached his head up to suck a nipple into his mouth as his hands wrapped around her waist and rocked her on his cock.
Jill was the maestro of our sexual union. She controlled each man with skill, sucking faster on me and fucking Horse slower so that we all came at the same time, flooding her with man seed at each end. It was not hard to cum at the same time as lovely Jill, her orgasm never seemed to end but was more low key this time.
When we were through, she collapsed between us, a hand on each of us. "Damn!" she exclaimed. "What an anniversary!" Then she giggled. "Well, we don't really know which day is our anniversary do we? Guess we just have to do this again!" She giggled.
I remembered those days three years ago.
Bill "Horse" McCutcheon was 10 years older than us and had been living with us for exactly three years today.
Bill had been my first boss, at least for a full time job 19 years ago. I had just quit college to work to support my Jill and our two children. The two previous years had been a real struggle for us. Jill had vowed to work to put me through college but the first baby had come along and then the second. We began to regret getting married right out of high school.
I'm not sure what Bill had seen in me, but he hired me as the second technical writer in the small company. I worked for him for three years and learned my craft well. After three years, however, the company changed hands and I began to feel that despite my good work, they valued degrees over quality of work.
I found a new job across town and didn't talk to him for the next 13 years. It took me six years but I finally got my degree.
Four years ago, I was promoted to manage the tech writing department. One year later, we were hiring a new writer. We were flooded with applications but after reading them, I didn't need any interviews. Bill's was among them and he had the job.
Our old company had moved to Mexico and Bill had chosen not to go with them. He had been out of work for almost a year. I did the interviews and made the motions, but Bill had the job from the moment I found his resume.
We'd never been friends before, mostly because Bill didn't believe in socializing with the people that worked under him. We had liked each other. We had talked around the water fountain.
This time was little different, but Bill was. He was much more watchful of the clock. More in a hurry to get home. We talked about the old times but his home life was a subject of no substantive information.
He was a model employee for just over a month, fitting in nicely and hitting the ground running.
That all changed one Wednesday morning. Bill came to work unshaven, tired, and irritable. I had to talk to him and I called him into my office. His private life was no concern to me, until it impacted work, and this was.
The strain of a year without work had really weighed on his relationship. The economic hardship had led to a strain that wouldn't end until it broke. It broke the night before. It wasn't exactly like Ruth had thrown him out, but their last fight had been too much for both of them. Bill had walked out and had no plans to walk back. His problem was that he was broke. He had spent the night in his car.