Double anal creampie / Husband helps friend fuck and cum in wife’s ass then fucks her ass too

The Rip and Tear of Fishnets

The room was dimly lit, the flickering of the television providing the only source of illumination. On the screen, a hardcore porn scene played out, the sounds of moans and slapping flesh filling the air. But my attention was not on the video, no. My gaze was fixed on the magnificent sight before me.

My wife, Sarah, lay sprawled on the bed, her fishnet stockings clinging to her shapely legs. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, revealing the tantalizing curve of her ass. Beside her on the bed sat our friend and neighbor, Jack. His eyes were dark with lust, his hand slowly stroking his hard cock.

I stood at the end of the bed, my own member throbbing with anticipation. Sarah had always been the adventurous type, eager to try new things in the bedroom. But this was a new level. She had expressed her desire to experience a double anal creampie, to have both of our cocks deep inside her at the same time.

Jack and I had discussed it, the potential implications and whether we were both comfortable with it. We had decided that as long as it was Sarah’s genuine desire, and we communicated openly throughout, we would give it a go.

Sarah was oblivious to our conversation, her attention focused on the video. On the screen, a woman was bent over a bed, two men standing behind her, their cocks poised at her entrances. Sarah’s eyes were glued to the screen, her hand sliding into her panties, fingers brushing over her clit.

I could see Jack was as turned on as I was. He leaned forward, his hand gripping Sarah’s ass. She let out a soft moan, arching her back, pushing her ass closer to his touch. Slowly, he urged her other leg up onto the bed, spreading her wide.

From my angle, I could see her pussy and asshole, glistening and ready. Jack spit onto his fingers, rubbing the saliva over her puckered hole. Sarah gasped, her body tensing at the new sensation. But soon, she was moaning loudly, pushing back against his hand.

I climbed onto the bed, hovering over Sarah’s face. She looked up at me, her eyes hazy with desire. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck my ass with Jack. Give me a double anal creampie.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock over her asshole. She was tight, the muscles clenching at the new intrusion. I applied a dollop of lube to ease the way, then began to push in.

Sarah cried out, her nails digging into my thighs. I could feel her trying to relax, to let me in. It was a slow process, but inch by inch, I slid deeper inside her. Jack was distracted, his own cock buried deep in her pussy. He moaned at the sensation of me inside her, the increased tightness around his shaft.

When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, allowing her to adjust. I peppered her face with kisses, calming her with words of praise and reassurance. When she was ready, I began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.

Jack matched my rhythm, their moans filling the room. The sight of them together, the feel of her tight ass around my cock, it was almost too much to bear. I gripped her hips hard, fucking her with abandon.

We continued like this for what felt like hours, the three of us lost in a world of ecstasy. Sarah was the first to cum, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The walls of her ass clenched around me, triggering my own release. I spilled into her, my seed filling her deep inside.

Jack was close behind, his hips slamming against her ass as he reached his peak. He pulled out, spurting his load onto her back, mixing with my own.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat. Sarah snuggled between us, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she purred, her voice hoarse. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

Jack and I both smirked, already looking forward to the next time. It was a memory we would cherish, a taboo moment of passion and pleasure.

As for the tears in Sarah’s fishnets? Well, they were a small price to pay for such a mind-blowing experience. The rips and tears served as a reminder of our wild night, a visible emblem of our shared secret.

And as we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I couldn’t help but wonder what other adventures our newfound freedoms might bring. The possibilities were endless, and I was eager to explore every one of them with my beautiful, daring, and blood-drooled-wife.