Oliver and my Girlfriend

I’d been sleeping with Oliver for a few months now, and my girlfriend knew all about him. I’d been keeping her updated on everything—what we got up to, the details of our nights together, all of it.

One Saturday morning, she came over for our usual girly catch-up, and as always, we chatted about the night before. Friday nights were my fun nights with Oliver.

“So, how was the toyboy last night?” Laura asked with a teasing smirk.

“Mmm, amazing,” I purred. “His cock in all of my holes, just like always. And plenty of spunk.”

Laura grinned wickedly. “So, how about letting me have a taste now that you’ve broken him in?”

I raised an eyebrow, considering it for a moment before smirking. “Hmmm, why not? How about we surprise him? You have fun with him while Josh and Carl give me a good seeing-to in the next room.”

Oliver was going to love it—another slut to drain his balls. The poor lad had no idea what was coming.

The plan was simple: Oliver would come over as usual on Friday night. When he stepped into the bedroom, he’d find Laura lying on the bed, stark naked, ready for him. Meanwhile, I’d head to the next room, where Josh and Carl would be waiting to take care of me.

And this… is the story of what happened.

Friday Night

As usual, Oliver came over on Friday night. Laura and Josh had arrived earlier, and Laura was already waiting in the bedroom. When the doorbell rang, I opened it, dressed in my robe. Carl and Josh were sitting on the sofa and greeted Oliver. He had never met Josh before, so I introduced them, explaining that Josh was a friend of ours. Oliver was cool with it.

We followed our usual routine—kissing before heading upstairs. Just before entering the bedroom, I stopped him with a playful smile.

"Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you," I whispered.

Without hesitation, he obeyed. Taking his hand, I led him inside, closing the door behind us. Slowly, I let my robe slip from my shoulders, leaving me bare.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Oliver's gaze locked onto the bed, where Laura lay, wearing nothing but stockings and suspenders. His expression was priceless—stunned, excited, almost disbelieving. A gorgeous woman lay before him, and he knew exactly why she was there.

"Oliver, meet Laura, my girlfriend. She’s been dying to meet you."

I walked over to Laura, and we began kissing and groping each other in front of him, putting on a little show. His reaction was obvious—the bulge in his trousers gave him away.

"Your girlfriend?" he asked, still processing the scene.

"Yeah," I said with a smirk. "I like girls too. Now, why don’t you get undressed?"

I didn’t have to ask twice. Oliver wasted no time stripping, and soon he stood before us, completely naked—his cock already hard and ready.

"Looks like someone’s eager," Laura teased, her eyes on his throbbing length. "Come here, Oliver."

He stepped forward as instructed, and Laura reached out, running her hands along his body before wrapping her fingers around his cock. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his as her hand slowly stroked him. I joined in, kissing them both, my hands exploring his body, fondling his balls. Oliver groaned, his arousal intensifying as we used him for our pleasure.

Soon, both Laura and I dropped to our knees, our tongues working together as we took turns licking and sucking his cock. His moans filled the room as we devoured him, savoring the taste of his arousal. Laura kissed along his shaft while I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them gently with my tongue. We alternated, one of us deep-throating his cock while the other trailed kisses along his skin, ensuring he felt pleasure from every angle.

After a while, I pulled away, remembering that Josh and Carl were waiting for me in the other bedroom. Standing up, I leaned in close to Oliver, my lips brushing against his ear.

"I’ll leave you with Laura. Enjoy yourself," I whispered.

He simply smiled. As I slipped into the next room, I left them to their fun, knowing the night was far from over.

Laura’s Story

After Carrie left us to have our fun, I paused what I was doing and lay back on the bed as Oliver buried his face between my legs. My pussy was already soaked, aching for the moment his cock would fill me. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them firmly while his tongue delved deep into my folds, licking up every drop of my arousal. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, my body shivering under his expert attention.

It wasn’t long before he started trailing kisses up my body, his lips brushing over my stomach, his mouth closing around my nipples, sucking and teasing until I whimpered. Then, I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Without hesitation, he thrust in, sinking deep in one smooth stroke until he was buried to the hilt. A moan tore from my lips as we both reveled in the overwhelming sensation.

He held himself still for a moment, savoring the tight heat wrapped around him, then began to move—slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. He knew exactly how to fuck me, making sure I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me. His mouth found mine, and we kissed, his hips driving forward with rhythmic intensity.

When he leaned down to suck on my breasts again, the pleasure overwhelmed me. My orgasm tore through me, my walls tightening around his cock, gripping him hard as I cried out. My body trembled, pulsing around him, and I could feel the way it pushed him closer to the edge. His pace quickened, his breath turning ragged. Holding me tightly, he pumped into me with steady, urgent strokes until his body tensed, and with a deep groan, he spilled inside me, flooding my pussy with his heat.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum, you dirty boy,” I whispered into his ear, my lips brushing against his skin. He chuckled, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk before capturing my mouth in another kiss. We lay there for a while, panting, our skin slick with sweat, savoring the moment.

Eventually, he pulled out, and I gave him a wicked smile. “Bring that cock to my mouth,” I murmured. He did as I asked, and I licked him clean, tasting the mix of his cum and my own juices. My fingers slid between my thighs, dipping into my cum-filled pussy, and I brought them to my lips, licking them seductively while locking eyes with him.

“Christ, that’s so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching in fascination. I giggled and kept going until I’d cleaned up every drop, swallowing it all down before curling up beside him.

We lay there, touching, kissing, and basking in the afterglow, listening to the sounds of Carrie and the guys in the next room, their moans and grunts filtering through the walls.

“Sounds like Carrie’s having a good time,” I said with a smirk.

“Sure does,” Oliver replied. Then, with curiosity in his voice, he asked, “So… do you guys do this kind of thing often?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, stretching languidly. “Carrie and Carl introduced me to this lifestyle, and it’s been amazing. I get to play with lovely people like you, and sometimes, we let multiple guys fill us up at once.”

“Damn,” he breathed. “I think this might be the kind of life I want too. Hopefully, I can find someone into it.”

“You will,” I assured him, leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Before long, I felt his cock hardening against my thigh. I grinned. “Looks like you’re ready for more,” I teased. “Good. This time, I’m riding you.”

With a wicked smile, I straddled him, lining his cock up with my entrance. But I had something special in mind—I loved being on top, but even more, I loved taking it in my ass…

I climbed on top of Oliver, guiding his cock to my slick, eager pussy. With a swift motion, I sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt until his balls pressed against me. We both groaned in pleasure as my walls clenched around him. I began to ride him, sliding up and down his thick length, ensuring it was coated in the remnants of his last hot load.

After a while, I pulled off him, feeling the wetness dripping between my thighs, and instead, I positioned his cock against my ass. Holding my breath, I eased down, taking him inch by inch. We both gasped as he stretched me open, filling me with that delicious pressure. His hands clamped onto my hips as I started to move, rolling my hips and grinding down on his thick shaft.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his fingers exploring every inch of my body, groping my tits and gripping my ass.

I rode him harder, bouncing on his cock, hungry for every thrust. I wanted him to fill me up again, to pump his hot load deep into my ass. The way he moaned, his grip tightening, I knew he was close. His body tensed beneath me, and with a deep, guttural groan, he exploded, spilling his cum inside me in thick, hot spurts.

“Mmm, good boy,” I purred, grinding down to milk every drop from him. “Another big load.”

I could feel the warmth spreading inside me, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. Leaning down, I kissed him as he finished, his hands still roaming, still greedy for my body.

“Christ, that was good. Your ass is so fucking tight,” he murmured, grinning up at me.

With a playful smirk, I slid off him and knelt between his legs, taking his still-hard, cum-slick cock into my mouth. I loved the taste of it—his spunk mixed with the remnants of my pussy and ass. My tongue swirled around the head, savoring the sinful cocktail of our pleasure. Oliver groaned, his body shuddering at the sensation of my eager mouth working him over.

Satisfied, I pulled away, licking my lips, my body thrumming with satisfaction. We lay together for a while, touching, kissing, and reveling in the afterglow. His cock twitched against my thigh, and I could already tell he was ready for round three.

But I had a better idea.

“Come on,” I whispered, stroking him teasingly. “Let’s go see what the others are up to.”

Hand in hand, we made our way to the next bedroom. As I pushed open the door, we were greeted by the sight of Carrie getting thoroughly used. Carl was pounding her dripping pussy, while my husband, Josh, was buried balls-deep in her ass, fucking her hard. Their grunts and moans filled the room, the raw, primal sounds of pleasure making my body tingle with arousal.

Carrie spotted us in the doorway and winked. Oliver stiffened beside me—literally. His cock was already rock hard at the sight of his fuck buddy being taken by two men. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly as we kissed, our hands roaming each other’s bodies while we watched the show.

Josh suddenly groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, and I knew that look—he was coming. His fingers dug into Carrie’s hips as he emptied his balls inside her ass, his deep, guttural moan sending a shiver through me.

I loved watching my husband fuck my best friend. It turned me on immensely.

As soon as Josh pulled out, his cock still glistening, he turned to me. Without hesitation, he grabbed me, kissed me hard, and pushed me down onto my knees. His cock, still dripping with cum, pressed against my lips, and I opened eagerly, taking him into my mouth, sucking him clean as I moaned around his shaft.

“Hey, Oliver,” Josh said casually, glancing at him while I slurped on his cock. “Enjoying the fun?”

Oliver grinned. “Oh, fuck yes. Never had fun like this before.”

Josh smirked. “Well, since my whore here has had her fun with you, why don’t you go over there and stick your cock up Carrie’s ass? She always needs more cock.”

Oliver didn’t need to be told twice. He strode over to the bed, got behind Carrie, and lined himself up. Without hesitation, he pushed in, sliding deep into her well-used ass. Carrie let out a loud, needy moan, glancing back to see who it was. When she saw Oliver, she smiled wickedly and pushed back against him, urging him deeper.

He grabbed her hips and started pounding her hard, his cock driving into her with deep, forceful thrusts. He still had plenty left to give.

I pulled off Josh’s cock, watching the scene unfold with a lustful smile. He and I sat back, enjoying the show as Carrie eagerly took Oliver’s cock. It wasn’t long before he let out a strangled groan, his body shuddering as he emptied his balls inside her ass.

When he finally pulled out, he wiped the last remnants of cum on her ass, catching his breath as he collapsed onto the bed beside us.

But Carrie wasn’t done yet.

She was still grinding against Carl, **** to push him over the edge. We all watched as her hips rolled, her pussy clenching around him. It didn’t take long before Carl groaned, his whole body tensing as he exploded inside her, filling her up completely.

The night was far from over.

As Carl finished emptying his balls inside Carrie, she kissed him deeply before sliding off his cock. Slowly, she worked her way down his body, her lips and tongue teasing a path to his still-hard length. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, swallowing him whole in one swift motion. Carl groaned heavily, his body shuddering as her throat worked him over.

Cum trickled down Carrie’s inner thighs, a mix of juices leaking from both her well-used pussy and her stretched ass—a clear sign of just how thoroughly she had been fucked.

When she finally pulled off Carl’s cock, she lay back on the bed, utterly content, her body still humming with pleasure. I couldn’t resist. I crawled toward her, my eyes locked on her glistening, messy cunt. Carrie always loved a good cleanup, and I always loved giving it to her.

Dipping my head between her legs, I ran my tongue along her slit, savoring the intoxicating mix of flavors—her arousal, the remnants of cum, the taste of pure filth. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I licked her clean, relishing every drop.

By now, the guys were completely spent. Carrie had taken at least two loads each from our hubby’s—and Oliver had filled both of us up twice. It had been a very good night.

Eventually, we all got dressed, our bodies still tingling from the hours of pleasure, and called it a night. Josh, Oliver, and I left Carrie’s place, satisfied and utterly exhausted.

The next day, I met up with Carrie, and as we sat together, she grinned and showed me a message on her phone.

Oliver: Last night was incredible. I can’t stop thinking about fucking both of you. Hope we can do it again soon.

Carrie and I exchanged a knowing look before bursting into giggles.

We both knew—this was far from a one-time thing.