Coming Home

[BeingInTheWorld]

The husband is coming home next week. He emailed me--they boyfriend--and asked what he might expect when he returns. Soon to be a true story

He stepped off of the plane and into the jet way. He had the usual mix of fatigue and adrenaline that comes with the last leg of an east-to-west trans-Atlantic flight, but he adrenaline was tinged with something else—arousal. And it wasn’t just because he was travelling from a socially- and culturally-conservative part of the world. It wasn’t just because he was meeting his very sexy wife in a few minutes. His wife’s lover was in town, and with that came the excitement and adventure each new meeting brought.

He enjoyed hearing the details from his wife. It was a few nights ago. The details were fresh in his mind, and he could see in his mind’s eye his wife wrapped around her lover, enjoying every moment.

He caught sight of the couple as he came through security. His wife greeted him across the room with her bright smile. Her boyfriend stood behind her, pressed up against her with his hands around her waist. He approached her for a welcome home hug and kiss.

“Hi Honey!” They exchanged kisses, although the boyfriend barely moved, hands still on her waist.

“Guess who bought me a new t-shirt—want to see?” she asked?

The question seemed odd, but maybe it was the long day playing tricks on his mind. She smiled, unzipped her jacket, and opened it flasher-style. Her shirt was white. The word “cheating” appeared in large blue letters, with smaller words above and below. “It’s not cheating if my husband watches.” She zipped her jacket up quickly and laughed.

“Let’s go!”

The three made their way to baggage claim, and then out the door to the parking ramp. The cold air felt familiar. Invigorating.

The three climbed into the car. In the semi-private space, they both kissed her. Her husband kissed her lips, while her boyfriend kissed her neck and ear. She took in a deep, trembling breath.

“Boys, let the games begin.”

“Let’s wait just a few more minutes—we are not that far from home.”

The car started, and off they went.

“While you were in Qatar, did you find time to watch that short film on YouTube I mentioned?”

“The Girlfriend Game?” the husband asked.

“That’s the one.” the boyfriend said. “I’m curious…did you find it erotic? Arousing?”

The husband thought about it for a minute, but then realized he was experiencing a wave of travel fatigue. His mind could not focus. What was he doing? What was the question?

“The Girlfriend Game?” the wife asked.

“Yeah, it was a short film I told him about, trying to help him pass the long evenings.”

“Do you think I would like it?” the wife asked?

“Maybe.” the boyfriend replied.

They turned off the main road on to a side street, nearly home.

“It is definitely erotic. It involves some power play, role playing. Depending on your point-of-view, the girlfriend in the story is either mean-spirited, or managed to tap into something her boyfriend wanted but didn’t know he wanted.”

“Sounds interesting.” she said.

“Maybe we can watch it, the three of us.”

They pulled into the driveway.

Jackets were removed, wine was poured, and they made their way to the computer. They opened YouTube, then the short film. She sat before the computer, her husband stood behind her to the right, her boyfriend to the left. She clicked play, and the narration started.

My girlfriend and I have a game we like to play…the scene is a trendy bar. The narration continues…5…4…3…2…1.

The three watched the opening scene, while four hands touched the wife. Her shoulders. The back of her head, at the top of her neck. Her back, between her shoulder blades. Her breasts.

The film scenes were changing. A kitchen at night. A party. Another bar. She was breathing deeply now. Both men were tempted to reach down between her legs, just to see how wet she was. But they resisted the urge, knowing things would quickly escalate once that boundary was crossed.

Hands continued to roam, and they were only half-paying attention to the screen.

On screen, the man texts the woman a photograph. She looks at her phone, and stands up.

“I love this scene.” the boyfriend said.

The film soon came to an end. The trio continued touching, rubbing, teasing. The husband abruptly stopped, announced he would be right back, and left the room. The couple began kissing rather passionately, as the boyfriend pinched both of her nipples hard. She let out a little gasp. She grabbed his cock through his pants, and started rubbing and squeezing it.

The husband returned with a joint he just lit. He took a drag, passed it to his wife, and gave her a wicked glance through squinting eyes. She smoked just a little before passing it to her boyfriend. He took a large hit and held his breath for what seemed like forever.

“We should go upstairs.” the husband announced. He had the joint now, and took a few small hits as it was nearly spent. As they went up the stairs, all of them were feeling the intoxicating effects of both the drug and the company.

Once in the room, the men peeled the wife’s clothes off. One went high, removing her top. The other went low, taking off her pants. No bra, no panties were underneath. She found her self sandwiched between them, and fumbled at their clothes. She had butterflies in her breath.

Soon, they were all naked. The wife was in the middle, with a cock in each hand. , She tugged on the rhythmically, her hands moving together, apart, together, apart. Their cocks were almost touching. She was kissing one of them on the lips while the other kissed her neck. Then they switched. She lost track of who was who.

“I need you inside me right now! I am so fucking wet!”

The boyfriend slid behind her, sliding his cock past her ass and up against her pussy. He did not enter her, not yet. He had each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She reached down and guided him in. Her husband began kissing her passionately. The boyfriend was fucking her slowly. He stopped, pulled out, spun her around, and kissed her on the lips.

“To the bed.”

They made their way over.

“I want you cock to cock.” she said. “I want to wrap my hands around both of your cocks together.”

The husband and boyfriend fumbled through a few awkward positions, and found one that worked. They laid on their sides, facing each other. The wife made space by their thighs. She pushed their cocks together, then wrapped her hands around both. She stroked them in unison.

“Give me a little cannabis, and I’m soon ready for just about anything.” the boyfriend said to the husband. He then began pinching his nipples. The husband reciprocated.

The wife needed to fuck. She climbed on top of the boyfriend, grabbed his cock, and guided him into her. She laid down on top of him, slid to one side, and kissed her husband. He pinched her nipples, sat up a little, and locked his mouth on one of her tits. The boyfriend had one hand on her ass, the other found the husband’s cock.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” the wife said to her husband. She rolled off of her boyfriend and on to her back. He climbed on top of her. She locked eyes with him, guided his cock into her sweet pussy, and they started fucking.

The boyfriend looked on in awe. The husband and wife were an amazing pair. They were all going to fuck each other senseless this night. Again. He reached between his own legs, grabbed his cock, and pleasured himself while the husband and wife connected.


Space and time seemed to bend, stand still, and move backwards. The husband rolled to the side. The wife saddled up to the boyfriend. She whispered something in his ear. He looked at her, and then the husband. He looked back with a smile, giving a slight nod.

The boyfriend positioned himself sideways on the bed, his head at the edge. The wife straddled him on hands and knees, nearly sitting on his face, her head hovering above his cock. She lowered her swollen pussy to his lips. His tongue extended, finding her clit. The husband walked around to the side of the bed, putting his hands on his wife’s ass. He reached between her legs, and inserted a finger. Then two. Then a third. As he got hard again, he replaced his fingers with his cock. His balls were in her boyfriends face, rubbing against him as he worked in and out. The wife’s hand was wrapped around the boyfriend’s cock. Occasionally she worked it in her mouth for a few seconds, but having her clit licked and pussy fucked left her gasping for air. She came and came hard. And then she came again.

The husband pulled out, and then stuck his cock in the boyfriend’s mouth, as he reached around his wife’s hips and found her clit. The husband knew the boyfriend would be into it. Over the years they grew more comfortable with each other physically, playing with each other’s nipples, cocks, double-penetrating the wife. Oral was just a logical extension, an evolution.

“I need a break.” the wife announced. “Who needs some water?”

They all did.

They drank some water, and smoked a second joint. They laid down on the bed; the wife in the middle, the boyfriend on one side, and the husband on the other. They were all a little giddy. The husband started playing with her pussy, and she turned to kiss her boyfriend. The husband sat up, and went right for the G-spot. The boyfriend was pinching one of her nipples hard. Her hands searched for cocks. Within seconds, she was gushing.

They took turns fucking her. First the boyfriend. Then the husband. Then the boyfriend again. They passed her back and forth.

“Boys, I can’t take any more fucking tonight.” She had come countless times, but she had crossed the threshold from pleasure to sore. “I want you to both come on me. Come on my tits, come on my belly, come on my pussy! I want to feel you all over me!”

They complied. She lay tightly squeezed between them. They rubbed their cocks, occasionally rubbing each other’s. The wife had a hand on each of their balls. The husband was the first to come. He sprayed mostly on her belly button. The boyfriend got hit with a little friendly fire, but he didn’t mind. The boyfriend and the wife grabbed the husband’s cock together as he came, and together rubbed his come all over her tits and chest. The husband and wife kissed.

The boyfriend resumed stroking himself. Soon he reached climax, coming on the wife’s tits and chest. The husband and wife now rubbed this second load all over her tits and neck, massaging it in.

The husband and boyfriend lay there, the wife between them, smiles on all their faces. They kissed, the boyfriend and wife, then the husband and wife. The boyfriend then started kissing her nipple, gently at first. Soon, it grew a little rougher, with some nibbling. Then he turned his attention to the other.

“Just a little cleanup” he said. “I’d hate for your nipples to get stuck to the sheets.”

The three drifted off to sleep. They still had the whole next day and the whole next night before them.

[OOAA]

Nice story!!! More hotwife than cuckolding for me

And great video "The Girlfriend Game"!!!

[54321]

Nicely written. i enjoyed it. Thank you.

54321