Three women pleasure me

“What?” I stammer. She can’t be serious. This has to be some inside joke with the other wives. They’re way too giggly right now. The bourbon has brought out a weird side to my wife.

Monica says again, “Get naked and sit down.”

If it was just my wife, I wouldn’t ask any questions. Outdoor sex would be a great way to rekindle our love life. But stripping it front of my friends’ wives as some sort of joke? I don’t have some sort of embarrassment fetish.

I ask my wife, “Why?”

Annoyed that I’m not immediately following her instructions, Monica finally explains, “I told the girls about our situation this last year and a half: about how we haven’t really had sex since I got pregnant. I asked them if they wanted to help do something special for you, and they agreed.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Just get naked and sit down. You’ll find out,” Monica growls. She can’t believe I’m being so stubborn about this. What guy would not immediately obey?

I address the other wives directly, “What about your husbands?”

“You heard Joey. He’s out for the night. He won’t mind if I have a little fun. Our relationship is pretty open,” Phoebe says.

Of course Phoebe would join easily. She’s probably a sex addict and has had a thirst for me for years. Rachel’s involvement confused me though. Why would she want to do this?

The strawberry blonde says, “You can’t tell my husband. Actually it’ll be best if we pretend we’re blackout drunk and this never happened.”

“You don’t have to,” Monica says.

“I want to,” Rachel says. Her blue eyes connect with mine. They’re flirted across the fire the entire night, but finally they confess how much desire they have. She just confessed that she’s fantasized about blowing her husband’s friends. She wants me.

Phoebe wants me.

Monica wants me.

Stop delaying. Just enjoy the night. Hope your friends never find out.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. I toss it to the ground. The three wives give little hoots and whistles. They catcall as I take off my boots. Finally I take off my pants, and stand in my boxer briefs. The fire casts moving shadows across my exposed skin.

Phoebe says, “Come on. Show us the goodies.”

The stares of three beautiful women expose a shyness in me. I turn my back to them. They just praise my ass. I lower my underwear and kick them to the side. They look at my bare ass and beg me to turn around.

My dick is soft. Nothing impressive. I prepare for laughs. I turn around and face the ladies. Hands on my hips like a naked Superman.

They women don’t jeer. They respectfully check me out. They don’t comment. They leave me hanging on an edge: I have to know their opinions.

Monica says, “Sit down. Now it’s our turn.”

Their turn to do what?

They start pulling back their hair into a strawberry blonde ponytail, a thick messy brunette bun, jet black pigtails.

Oh god. That’s what they’re about to do. Blood rushes to my cock.

Monica stops the women from moving forward, her eyes on my dick. “Let’s see if we can get him hard first without touching him. It’s already growing.”

The anticipation builds. Three wives preparing to blow me.

Rachel is the tallest of the group. Her skinny jeans look painted onto her long legs. Her tight shirt is tucked in, showing off her narrow waist. With her arms a behind her head, she tightens her ponytail. The curves of her tits on her thin body are unreal.

My cock lengthens.

Monica peels off her hoodie. A spaghetti strap tank top hugs her curvy body. The lace of an unfamiliar red bra peek out before she pulls the fabric of the top to cover it. Did she buy a sexy new bra just for this weekend? She bites her lip and amilea.

My cock fattens.

Two short loose pigtails hang to either side of Phoebe’s face. She tucks them behind her ears. Her cartilage glitters with studded diamonds. She sticks out her tongue. She takes something from her pocket and brings her hand to her mouth. When she removes her hand, a bright piercing shines in the middle of her tongue. She flicks her tongue, showing it off.

My cock rises.

Their eyes widen as they watch my cock stand up in my lap. I’ve hardened without a single touch. Just the view and thought of the these pretty wives has my cock begging for their mouths.

My wife kneels before me first. Her tongue swirls my cock head. Her eyes stare into mine. “I hope you can forgive me for the rough year. I know the lack of sex has been tough.”

She sucks down on my cock. Fuck. It’s been too long since she’s sucked me. Since I’ve felt her lips around my shaft. Since I’ve seen my cock stuffing her face. Such a beautiful sight.

She’s moved out of the way for Phoebe, who wastes no time sucking both my balls into her mouth. She strokes me as her pierced tongue plays with my testicles.

Monica sensually whispers in my ear while another woman pleasures me. “Your dick looks huge in her little hand.”

Phoebe leaves my balls dripping with her spit. She licks up my shaft. I can feel her piercing its entire journey. She quickly flicks her tongue on my tip. I wonder how many cocks have felt this exact same tongue flick from Phoebe.

After the tease of Phoebe, it’s time for Rachel to get her knees dirty. She says, “I hope you don’t mind,” before she tilts my cock down and examines it. “Sorry. I’m curious. I haven’t seen many penises.”

She grips me, feeling me out. It’s like she’s trying to remember it so she can sketch it later. While she analyzes me, I check out the view of her spectacular cleavage. Her tits look so pale and soft.

Monica asks what I’m thinking: “How’s it compare to Ross?”

Rachel blushes in surprise at the question, “I can’t answer that.”

Monica whispers in my ear, “That means you’re bigger.”

Gripping the base of my cock tightly, Rachel wraps her plump lips around me. She closes her eyes and sucks me. Down, up, down, up. Then deep down to her gripping hand. She releases her hand, and sucks down the remaining space until her lips at pressing my pubic bone and my cock is buried in the back of her throat. She opens her eyes, and stares up at me.

It’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.

Monica and Phoebe cheer at the accomplishment. They praise her skill, her very special talent. Her tongue sneaks out the bottom of her mouth and licks my balls with my cock still in her throat. I groan. It’s fucking incredible.

My best friend’s wife takes her mouth off my cock. It drips with slobber. She wipes her lips and gasps for breath. I compliment her, “That was impressive.”

She smiles, “Thank you.”

The three women crowd into in front of me. My wife in the middle, my friends’ wives to the side. They look up and me. They all lick up my shaft at once. Their tongues bathe me. Their mouths never leave me. Even if one is sucking my tip, the others are on my shaft or balls. They greedily share my cock.

Soft lips, fast tongue and strong sucks.

Monica encourages, “Come for us babe.”

“Come all over my face,” Phoebe begs.

“I wanna taste your cum,” Rachel says.

Their mouths edge me. They give me pleasure but aren’t pushing me over the tipping point to coming. I say, “Take turns deep throating me and I’ll give you what you want.”

Monica goes first. She sucks me down until she gags. Phoebe replaces her. When she gags on my cock, my wife places her hand on the back of her head and presses her down deeper. Slobber hangs from her mouth when she lifts her head. Rachel easily deepthroats me to the balls again. Her pretty blue eyes stare up at me. Her wink sends me over the edge. I tap her head, “I’m gonna come.”

They stroke my cock in front of their waiting faces. I explode ropes all over Phoebe’s face and into my wife’s open mouth. When I turn my cock to Rachel, her lips close on me and she vigorously sucks my cock. After I finish throbbing, she takes her pretty mouth off my dick, she opens and shows a puddle of my cum on her tongue. She closes her mouth and swallows.

“Yummy,” she winks. She gets up off her knees and stretches her neck. “That was fun. I love giving head. You made one of my fantasies come true.”

“Where are you going?” I ask. “I need to return the favor to you lovely ladies.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Phoebe screams. “This night just got even better.”

Monica’s nails trace my sensitive thighs, “You don’t have to. This was your special gift.”

It’s funny that my wife is acting like I wouldn’t enjoy going down all these ladies. It would be an additional gift. I say, “I’d love to. I’m so turned on. This night isn’t over yet.”

I look to Rachel who has already dusted off her dirty knees, and has let down her hair. “Don’t go yet. Let’s have some more fun.”