Chapter 8: The Unexpected Addition

I still had trouble believing my good fortune. I had the most beautiful wife in Terry, and we adored each other. Six months into our marriage, I still found myself deeply in love. In bed, we had slowed down a little because of me—not her. I couldn’t have sex every day with her on days I fulfilled my “obligations” to Nancy and Carmen. Carmen continued her shows once a week on the web, sometimes with Nancy and sometimes with Terry out there in the backyard.

Afterwards, she’d come inside and stay for dinner, and I was her dessert. Part of the routine was that while I was buried and thrusting in Carmen, Nancy and Terry would 69 on the other half of our big bed. They were very distracting, but I was learning to adjust to it.

Once or twice every week, Nancy would be in our bed with me. Terry had added an armless side chair in the bedroom; she would watch us closely from the chair with her legs spread wide and her hand on her pussy. Her vibrator enhanced her enjoyment while she urged us on with filthy suggestions.

On other days, they would both get up on the bed together, expecting me to satisfy both of them. One night, they conspired together to arouse me by showing me their fantastic asses.

“We’ve talked about it, Charley, and tonight you’re going to be in our assholes. I’ve got some extra slippery love oil to make everything easy. All you have to do is pick the ass you like the best to go first.”

What the hell? No matter who I picked, I would be in big trouble.

“To be fair, both of your asses are exquisite. I guess one is sexier, and the other is more enticing. But I won’t admit to you which one is which. Nancy, I’m afraid my wife has to win. She already leads me around by my cock, but she’s willing to share me with you and Carmen. I think that’s the only valid choice for me; she goes first. But, Nancy, she who goes second gets my, uh, spunk. You should be content with that.”

“You’re right, Charley, I’ll go to the chair and watch you and Terry. We’ve been wearing our butt plugs to make room for your mightiness.”

I watched Terry lube herself and then pass the bottle to Nancy. Down on her knees and elbows, she waved her ass at me like a moving target for my archer’s arrow. I aimed my cock at her brown bullseye and started pressing.

“Terry, try to push him out; bear down, and he will slip inside.”

Nancy’s advice paid off; suddenly I was in—a couple of inches or so.

“Wait, sweetie, I need to adapt,” Terry asked.

“Of course. It’s so tight!”

“OK, give me more; just go slow.”

About half of my shaft slipped in, and I stopped again. It was different in the back; the little donut muscle held me firmly, but farther inside I seemed to have more room. She didn’t have natural lubrication here, so I was glad she’d been liberal with the oil.

“OK, Charley, I want the rest, all of those inches.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I only stopped when her ass cheeks flattened a little against my hips.

“It’s big. I feel like I’m needing to force you back out.”

“Too bad, it’s perfect in there; I refuse to leave.”

“You will when I come and it’s time to ass-fuck my girlfriend. Get to it!”

I was enjoying the hell out of this new way to fuck. To be honest, though, her sphincter seemed to be relaxing from its original clenching. I confirmed it by pulling all the way out, and her hole seemed to hang open before slowly contracting. I pushed back inside before the gap closed completely and resumed thrusting.

Nancy saw something and advised me.

“She’s playing with her clit. Keep going!”

I recognized the signs; Terry was getting close.

“Honey, come for me.”

I felt some of the same pulsations I experienced inside her pussy. I needed to think about non-sexual things to avoid blasting into Terry and disappointing Nancy.

“Lie down, Terry, get your breath.”

She collapsed forward with her head sideways on one of the pillows.

“Nancy, you’re up.”

She maneuvered herself onto the other side of the mattress, then wiggled her ass at me the way Terry had. I repeated the same procedure with her; my erection was so rigid that pushing my way inside was fairly easy.

“Oh, God! Fuck me, Charley, give me all of it!”

I could have been rough with her, but I settled for firm pressure to bury myself inside door #2. Nancy wiggled delightfully, and I grinned.

“Charley, be strong,” Terry advised. “Pound her ass; I want to watch her come like I just did.”

If my eyes were closed, I honestly couldn’t tell whose ass I was fucking. The sensations were the same, and their backsides were so similar in size and firmness. I had an idle thought: if I kept doing this, would I be running into any obstacles? So far, so good, though.

Nancy started to show she was nearing her point of no return. I could tell she had her hand diddling her clit, just like Terry. I reached forward; her tit was in my hand, and I squeezed and fondled it, feeling her stiff nipple against my palm.

I heard her groan and felt her body stiffen; it was enough to put me over the edge. I felt my muscles pulsing and spurts leaving my cock. I had a distinct feeling that I was now resting inside a puddle of my own making.

Alertly, Terry moved toward me and gripped my shoulder to stabilize me. I’d come so hard I had trouble keeping my balance and even dizziness.