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  The tightness of her asshole and the friction generated were too much for me to resist. I leaned forward as I lost any sense of rhythm and shot my load in her asshole.

  I thrust spasmodically a few more times as I came. I placed my hands back on her spread ass cheeks as I pulled out of her once and for all. She collapsed onto the carpet breathing hard. I looked down and saw a stream of my come dripping from her asshole. I also saw her fingers between her thighs. She was still playing with herself!

  I staggered back onto the couch. My grateful cock softening by the minute. I looked across the room and saw my roommate watching me with a broad grin on his face.

  I smiled at him and shook my head for a moment. Until he said, "Sloppy seconds," and laughed.

  I stopped and was kind of irritated. But I wasn't sure why. I mean if not for his sloppy seconds I wouldn't have had anything.

  The girl, who's name I didn't even know, finished amusing herself on the floor. She sat up and smiled at me before patting my knee. She stood up, grabbed her bottled water and walked out of the living room and past my roommate, like she didn't just get assfucked on the floor by me. She gave him a playful slap on the ass as she passed him and went down the hallway to the bathroom.

  "She's something, isn't she?" he asked.

  "Oh she's something, all right," I replied as I put my boxers back on. I wasn't crazy about being naked in front of my friend especially after just having anal sex with the same girl he just fucked twenty minutes earlier.

  "Look at you. Getting laid without having to go out and find it," he said and laughed.

  "Did you set her up to do it?" I glared at him.

  "What?" He laughed again. "What am I some kind of pimp? No, I didn't set this up!" A thought seemed to cross his mind. "Though now that you mention it, you could cover my half of the rent next month to show your appreciation."

  I thought that was kind of funny but I couldn't think of anything to say. The bathroom door opened and she walked down the hall with a towel wrapped around her. She stopped next to my friend and smiled at me. She had taken a well deserved shower and looked beautiful. She put her arm around my roommate and he draped an arm around her shoulder. "You guys want to get something to eat?" she asked. "I've worked up quite an appetite." They laughed.

  And that's when I knew what my problem was. Somehow I'd fallen for this girl already. And that was going to be a huge problem. I knew then why I always wanted to be the first guy and not the guy who got sloppy seconds.

  ***

  Threesome

  I rolled into the office Monday morning with no expectation that the new week's shit would differ significantly from the previous week's shit. But when Tara stuck her head in my cubicle and invited me to lunch, I figured something was up.

  Tara was in her late twenties and really good looking but nearing the end of her peak years. If you know what I mean. I'm guessing she was a freak in college. A good girl who was a freak in the sack. At least that what I imagined. Normally I would have been all over her.

  But something always held me back. Her giant wedding ring! So we were always polite but never got beyond that. And we certainly never went to lunch together.

  So when she asked me to lunch, the possibilities danced in my head like strippers when Charlie Sheen walks in the door. Separation? Divorce? Even a one time fling with no strings attached? Yes, please!

  All morning I got no work done. Unless, of course, you consider concealing a boner "work." I envisioned bending her over a desk, tearing her sensible skirt off and fucking her from behind. I imagined going to sandwich shop for lunch with her and giving her the footlong. And then some.

  She swung by my desk around lunchtime and out we went without a word. We ended up at this coffee shop on the corner. It was nearly deserted. At lunchtime. Because it sucks! Everybody hates the place and I can't believe they're still open.

  But she seemed to deliberately choose it. And once again my mind raced as we got a booth in the back with no one near us.

  The awful waitress took our orders and Tara told her to put it on one check. It felt like a business lunch. Except she was visibly nervous. I kind of wanted to let her hang there. But she was so cute that I had to throw her a lifeline.

  "So what's going on? You obviously want to ask me something. So what is it?"

  She seemed taken aback a bit. But she took a deep breath and leaned across the table like we were in the CIA passing top secret info. She looked me right in the eyes and I melted. I was dying to know what she wanted me to do. To her. Hopefully.

  "My husband and I have been talking," she started and for some reason my heart sank. The way she said "my husband" let me know he was still clearly in the mix. "And we decided we needed to..." She trailed off.

  Needed to what?! Take a break? See other people? Have meaningless sex with coworkers?

  "Well, we've had some...issues," she was laboring and I was dying. "In the bedroom." Aha! Now we're getting somewhere!

  "I see," I said but it was a lie. I didn't see anything. She could be asking me to have sex with her newly outed gay husband for all I knew! Something I would have to definitely say no to. Probably say no to.

  "I wanted to speak with you in private about..." Damn it! She trailed off again!

  "Why me?" I blurted out.

  She actually smiled and said, "You have developed a bit of a reputation. Around the office."

  What?! What the hell did that mean? I slumped back in the booth.

  "We wanted to see if you'd be willing to join us," she said. And then she added very quietly, "In a threesome." She sat back and fumbled with her napkin while she avoided eye contact.

  I leaned in and whispered back to her. "Did you say threesome?"

  She nodded nervously and continued to avoid my eyes. Wow. I'd never actually participated in a threesome before. For a guy like me, a threesome was the Holy Grail of sex. Of course I always imagined me with two women. Not me, a woman and her sexually ambiguous, possibly homicidally jealous husband.

  "Just so there's no misunderstanding, no confusion, I need to get my brain around some of the details." She nodded again but didn't really appear comfortable discussing the details of this proposal. "Who would I actually be having sex with?"

  There was silence until she sheepishly glanced up and met my eyes. "Me," she whispered.

  Whew! "Thats what I was hoping you'd say. I'm not that interested in, you know, with your husband..."

  "Oh no. Of course not! He's not...I mean we're not..."

  "I mean incidental contact between us is inevitable but nothing more than that."

  "No, no. Nothing like that," she said.

  "Have you guys ever done anything like this before?"

  She laughed nervously. "No way. Never."

  We sat in silence as I tried to think of more questions. It felt like I was interviewing her for a job. But since I would do just about anything to have sex with the office beauty, she basically already had the job.

  "So let me get this straight. Your husband is willing to let another man have sex with you?" She nodded. "But you're gorgeous. Why would he let someone else in there?"

  She shrugged and looked away.

  "Because he wants a threesome with another woman and you only agreed to it if you did it this way first?" She was non committal. "Or do you want to have sex with another guy?"

  She looked at me in a way that screamed, don't flatter yourself!

  And then it hit me. "He wants to watch you with another guy!" I said it way too loudly and she shushed me. With extreme prejudice. I was afraid she'd call the whole thing off.

  The food came and the awful waitress lingered too long at our table. I had the feeling she'd been around the corner eavesdropping and heard our whole conversation. When she finally left, Tara was spooked.

  "So will you do it?" she asked.

  "Yeah, I'll do it," I said. "When?"

  "Saturday night. Our house." She took out money and put it on the table before stand
ing up.

  "You're not eating?"

  "I'm not hungry," she said and walked out. I watched her great ass as she went. It seemed different now somehow. Covered in anticipation.

  I ate my lunch alone and realized the food wasn't half bad.

  ***

  The week flew by. Every time I saw Tara, I would undress her with my eyes. Of course, I generally did that anyway. But it was different when I had the promise of actually doing it tantalizingly close. She seemed embarrassed by the whole thing and avoided eye contact. Needless to say my work productivity suffered. The number of erections I had at work were at record highs, though.

  Obviously, I was pretty excited when Saturday rolled around. I was worried she'd cancel the whole thing but she didn't. They could always call it off at the last minute but I'd cross that bridge when I got to it.

  ***

  I knocked on the front door and it quickly opened. It was Tara. She looked great. Better than I'd ever seen her. Her makeup was just right. And her dress? Whoa, Nelly! Black, two flimsy straps, more of her cleavage than I'd ever seen before. I couldn't wait to take it off. I wanted to drag her out and fuck her right on the front lawn.

  She even looked more relaxed. Like she was looking forward to it now. "Hi," she said and I knew she'd had a drink or three. "Come in."

  I stepped inside the foyer and saw her husband approach from the living room. As someone with an unblemished record of heterosexuality, I could say he was a good looking guy. However, my eyes were inevitably drawn to his crotch. Either he was happy to see me or he had impressive package that would dwarf my own business. This concerned me because we were soon to be in close proximity. Mano a mano, as it were. And Tara would be the ultimate arbiter.

  I started having doubts about the whole thing. If this didn't go well, Tara could kneecap me in the office with some negative details.

  Her husband, whose unfortunate name was Nathan, which made me think even more about wieners, shook my hand with a death grip and offered me a drink. "Yes, please."

  I was offered a seat and took one in the middle of the empty couch. Tara sat right next to me. I couldn't help but notice as her dress slid up revealing her thighs well above the knees.

  Nathan came back in with the drinks and I regretted my decision to sit in the middle of the couch. Nathan was faced with the awkward decision of sitting next to me (No!) or in a separate chair next to Tara. After a terrible moment, he sat next to Tara. He reached across and put his hand on her bare thigh just above her knee.

  I felt like the visiting team on the road for a huge game. I gulped down the drink. It burned my throat on the way down. I was not interested in small talk. I wanted to get in the bedroom, fuck Tara and get out of there before something bad happened.

  Tara broke the silence. "We're so glad you came," she said and giggled as she glanced at Nathan. He nodded.

  "Thanks for inviting me," I said. Can we fuck now?

  As if she read my mind, she stood up and took my hand in one of hers. She also took Nathan's and she led us past the kitchen and to the master bedroom.

  Being led by Tara to her bedroom was a longtime dream come true for me. Of course, my dreams didn't include anyone named Nathan.

  Tara closed the bedroom door behind us. She dropped my hand and kissed her husband passionately. I felt like the third wheel and looked away. The bed was king sized and appeared to have plenty of room for three people. The room looked immaculate. In stark contrast to the dirty business we were about to conduct. There was a big chair in the corner facing the bed with a reading lamp next to it that wouldn't be used by anyone this particular evening.

  I glanced back around and they were still kissing. But Nathan's hands had the back of Tara's dress up and I could see her perfect ass with the thin strip of her thong wedged in the middle.

  Nathan looked up at me and I quickly looked away out of habit I guess. I normally wouldn't stare at a woman's ass while her husband looked at me. It was more of a guideline than a rule though.

  Tara turned to me and pulled me into a kiss. Her mouth was open but my lips were pursed like I was kissing my great aunt. I looked past Tara and saw Nathan behind her. He looked grim. I didn't think it was going well at all.

  Nathan reached up and placed his hands on Tara's shoulders. That's it, I thought. He caught me staring at his wife's ass and watched me kissing his wife, in their bedroom, no less. Next he would pull her away, punch me in the face and drag me out to the street like a normal guy would.

  His hands gently massaged Tara's shoulders before sliding the straps of her dress to the sides. Her dress slid down off her body. She looked at my face for my reaction as I looked down and saw her magnificent bare breasts inches from me. Her large pinkish, brown nipples were rock hard. I was close enough to see the goosebumps.

  Whatever my face betrayed obviously encouraged her. She bit her lower lip and started pulling my shirt over my head. She tossed my shirt to the side and rubbed her hands against my bare chest. I stood there afraid to reciprocate.

  Her hands left my chest and started undoing my pants. Gulp. I looked down to watch her progress. She fumbled a bit with the button as I kicked my shoes off. I noticed she had a belly ring which I didn't expect. I wondered if she had any other private piercings.

  My pants fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She grinned and pulled the waistband of my underwear back. She peeked inside and smiled at me. I smiled back until I felt Nathan's stare from across the room. He was sitting in the chair watching us.

  Tara pulled my underwear down and helped them off me. She knelt down in front of me. I looked down at her and was horrified. My dick was soft. And it looked small. Like I just climbed out of a cold pool. No! My big moment was here and I came up small. I swear, having another guy in the room was throwing me off. I tried to focus.

  Tara didn't seem to mind. She leaned in and kissed my soft penis. Her soft lips on my soft penis should have brought about a monster erection. But nothing happened. "I'm sorry," I said to Tara but also to Nathan. My lack of an erection seemed like an insult to his beautiful wife.

  "Don't worry," she said. "I'll take care of it." She tilted her head to the side and gobbled my cock into her mouth without using her hands. Her mouth was wet and warm and felt wonderful. Her tongue twirled around my limp member.

  Suddenly I felt a surge down there. Instantly I stiffened in her mouth. I became super sensitive and felt the back of her throat with the tip. She pulled back and said, "That's more like it."

  She took it back in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my grateful shaft. She would look up at me and then glance over at her husband.

  Somehow Nathan's clothes were gone. He was sitting back in the chair, watching his wife suck my cock. He stroked his own cock with his right hand. It was distracting.

  She pushed me back on the bed. I stretched out on my back as she crawled between my spread thighs and continued to blow me. Nathan stood up and walked to the edge of the bed behind her. He reached for her thong and pulled it off her. She kept on sucking my cock as he buried his face in her ass.

  Tara took a break from my dick and started licking and sucking my balls. And then she went further than I would have dreamed. Her tongue slid all the way down. She flicked her tongue against my asshole. Wow! Never had that done to me before. Tara really was a freak.

  She winked at me and started sucking my dick again. Behind her I saw Nathan climb up on the bed. He slapped his hard dick on her ass. Then it looked like he stuck it in her. My cock slipped from her mouth as she groaned and closed her eyes.

  He only entered her two or three times before she scooted up over me. I thought she was ready to ride me but she actually straddled my face. She lowered her cunt over my mouth. I really enjoyed the up close view of her "special place" but wasn't crazy about licking her right where her husband's dick had just been.

  She really didn't give me much of a choice as she started grinding all over my face. I reached up and fondled her breasts. Th
ey were real and they were spectacular.

  She dismounted after a bit and was soon on her back between Nathan and I. She held one cock in each hand. Nathan played with her tits while I rubbed her pussy. She alternated sucking one and then the other. Then she pulled both of them to her mouth at the same time. (Mine was bigger, by the way! Thanks for asking!)

  Yes, my dick touched his. Yes, it was awkward. But what could I do? She wanted both in her mouth. It was literally in her hands!

  She let me go and kept sucking her husband. I decided to make a break for it. I quickly maneuvered between her thighs. No one stopped me as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her slick opening. This was the moment I'd been waiting for.

  I pressed against her. They were both watching me now. I looked down and watched as the head of my erect penis disappeared inside her body. She gasped as I slowly entered her. When I was balls deep, she started blowing her husband again.

  She was tighter than I expected a married woman to be. It felt so good. I could have fucked her forever. But I quickly learned something about threesomes. There's a lot of give and take. Or you have to give a little to get a little. Or something. I don't know.

  But they wanted to move on to something else. I ended up back on my back. She was on top and held my stiff cock so she could slide down it. I had a great view of her body as she bounced on top of me. But a nagging thought bothered me. Where was Nathan going to go? I sure didn't want him standing over me while Tara sucked his dick.

  Tara leaned down and put her breasts in my face. I sucked and licked her long nipples and was vaguely aware of Natan behind her, down by my legs.

  I felt a warm liquid drip on my thigh. Tara paused with her ass in the air and only the head of my cock still inside her. I couldn't see around her. She said, "Ohh," and I felt more of the warm liquid drip down my shaft apparently from her ass. I immediately recognized the liquid as lubricant. I figured he was going to fuck her in the ass.