wife shared with buddy

The Sticky Shame

Liam squirmed in his office chair, the hardness in his pants making it difficult to concentrate on his spreadsheets. His wife’s latest video had been playing on a loop in his head all day, the images seared into his brain. sua culating the last column of numbers, he finally gave in and opened his web browser, clicking on the incognito window where he had bookmarked the site.

There was his wife, Jenna, that beautiful redhead with the porcelain skin and the smile that could light up a room. But in this video, she looked different. Her makeup was heavier, her smile more… devious. She was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and a tiny pair of denim shorts, her petite frame looking even more delicate in comparison to the two men surrounding her.

Liam recognized the men immediately. Mark and Mike, two of Jenna’s close friends. They had been over to their house for dinner parties and game nights several times. Liam had always felt a little out of place around them, their easy camaraderie and constant ribbing making him feel like an outsider. But now, seeing them on screen, towering over his wife, their hands roaming her body… Liam felt a mix of shame and arousal wash over him.

The video started with chatter and laughter, the three of them sitting on Jenna and Liam’s living room couch. Jenna was in the middle, her legs tucked under her. Mark was on her right, his arm draped around her shoulders casually. Mike was on her left, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. They were talking about something, but the audio was too low to make it out.

Then, slowly, the tone of the conversation changed. Mark leaned in closer to Jenna, his hand on her thigh, and said something that made her laugh. Mike joined in, his hand on Jenna’s knee, and soon they were both touching her, their hands traveling higher and higher up her legs.

Liam watched, transfixed, as Jenna leaned into their touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hands came up to rest on their chests, and slowly, she guided them upward, over their shoulders, and behind their necks. They leaned down, their faces inches from hers, and then, all at once, they were kissing her.

Liam’s breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife being kissed by two other men. Their hands were everywhere, roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, cupping her ass. Jenna moaned into the kisses, her fingers tangling in their hair.

The kissing continued, becoming more and more heated, until Mark suddenly stood up and started unbuckling his belt. Jenna looked up at him, her eyes wide, and then over at Mike, who was doing the same. She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Liam watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as his wife lowered herself to her knees in front of the two men. They towered over her, their pants around their ankles, their cocks hard and jutting out towards her face. Jenna looked up at them, her hands on their thighs, and then leaned forward, taking one cock into her mouth, then the other.

The camera angle changed, and Liam realized with a start that Jenna must have set it up earlier. It was positioned on the coffee table, pointing directly at the couch, and it had a perfect view of what was happening.

Jenna bobbed her head, taking each cock deeper into her mouth, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit. The men groaned, their hands in her hair, guiding her movements. They started to thrust, fucking her face, and Jenna took it like a champ, her eyes watering but her moans muffled by the girth in her mouth.

Liam could feel the blood rushing to his own cock, his arousal mixing with his shame. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he couldn’t look away either. He watched as Jenna switched between the two men, sucking one while stroking the other, her breasts heaving with each gulp.

After a few minutes, Mark pulled Jenna up by her arms and spun her around. He bent her over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air, and positioned himself behind her. Mike knelt down in front of her, his face burying itself between her thighs.

Liam watched, his hand slowly stroking his own cock through his pants, as his wife was eaten out by one man while being fucked from behind by another. Jenna’s moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, her hands gripping the couch cushions for dear life.

Mark and Mike seemed intent on pleasing her, their tongues and cocks working in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Jenna was writhing, her hips bucking, her body trembling, and then, with a scream that filled the room and made Liam stiffen in his chair, she came.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, her body shaking, her pussy spasming around Mark’s cock as he continued to piston into her. Mike didn’t let up either, his tongue lapping at her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

When Jenna finally collapsed onto the couch, spent and panting, the two men pulled out, their cocks glistening with her juices. They stroked themselves, jerking off, and within moments, they were coming, too.

Thick, white ropes of cum splattered onto Jenna’s prone form, painting her skin in a sticky mess. Mark came on her ass, the hot liquid dripping down her thighs. Mike came on her back and shoulders, some of it even landing in her hair.

The sight of his wife being marked by another man’s seed was too much for Liam. With a groan, he came hard, staining his underwear, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself in his pants.

In the aftermath of their threesome, Mark and Mike helped Jenna to her feet, handing her a towel to clean herself up. They chatted for a few more minutes, their voices low and conspiratorial, before saying their goodbyes and letting themselves out.

Jenna turned to the camera, a satisfied smile on her face, and blew a kiss. “Thanks for the ride, boys,” she said, before turning off the camera.

Liam sat back in his chair, his heart still pounding, his cock still half-hard. He felt a mix of emotions – anger, shame, arousal, jealousy. But most of all, he felt conflicted. On one hand, seeing his wife with other men had aroused him in a way he had never experienced before. On the other hand, the thought of her being touched, tasted, fucked by someone else filled him with a deep, seething rage.

He didn’t know what to make of this new development in his marriage, but one thing was for sure – he couldn’t wait to get home and talk to Jenna about it. Whether to confront her, beg for more, or thank her for sharing this side of herself with him, he didn’t know. But one thing was certain – his life would never be the same.