My lacking husband gets his big-dicked friend to fuck me

My husband and I have…an interesting arrangement.

All of my friends tell me magical stories of how the minute they met their husbands they knew they were The One. They took one look into their eyes and they heard distant wedding bells and birds singing and all that romantic crap.

I can’t help but laugh.

When I first met Adam, I heard no bells or birds. Honestly, the second he sidled up next to me at that bar my eyes went straight for the exits. I’m not saying he was ugly, but he just was so not my type. Average height, average build, mildly attractive face. Nothing special.

Not to brag or anything, but I’m kind of a knockout. Tall, blonde, lean but curvy in the right places. My 36D breasts have gotten me countless free drinks over the years. Basically, I could get any man I wanted. And I did not want Adam.

But five minutes into our first boring conversation, I found out that Adam was rich. Like, $5 million mansion and drives a Bugatti rich. So I went home with him that night, had some average sex that he loved, and secured another date.

He showered me with enough jewelry and designer clothes to keep me coming back. And when we had The Talk about what we were, I unenthusiastically agreed to be Adam’s girlfriend.

Now, this obviously didn’t mean I was faithful. I wasn’t. I mean, a girl has certain needs – and Adam’s 5-inch dick certainly wasn’t fulfilling them.

I wasn’t sneaky about my affairs, either. I just didn’t care enough to hide it from Adam. I guess part of me wanted to get caught. I figured the relationship had run its course, and at least I’d gotten some nice things out of it.

But when Adam discovered the explicit texts from other men I had on my phone, he wasn’t even that mad. And instead of breaking up with me, he asked me to marry him!

I was completely shocked. I wasn’t head over heels for Adam or anything, but he really was a decent guy and obviously could give me a very nice life. I mean, he practically worshipped the ground I walked on. Who wouldn’t want a husband who did that?

So I said yes. But, since I’m not a horrible person, I was honest with Adam. I told him that I couldn’t see myself being faithful to him. And he said that was fine, as long as I followed his three rules:

1. I could never bring my lovers into our house.

2. I couldn’t fuck any of his friends.

3. I always had to use protection.

He warned me that if I broke his rules, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw me out on the street. I couldn’t believe my ears. Those rules, in my opinion, were quite easy to abide by. Adam, as always, was being very generous.

Flash forward three years, and Adam and I are happily married, with our arrangement working out quite well. A few times a week, Adam and I have mediocre sex, and every now and then I go out, find a hottie, and get my mind-blowing, deeply satisfying fuck.

But Adam’s rules suddenly got a lot harder to follow the night his best friend Jackson came over for dinner.

I’d just started prepping the meal when Adam texted me he’d be late. I called Jackson to tell him, but he’d already been on his way, so I told him to come anyway.

“Sorry that Adam’s stuck at work,” I told Jackson when he arrived. “He shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Don’t worry about it, Bree,” Jackson said with a smile.

“I’ll get us some wine while we wait,” I said. I uncorked a fresh bottle and poured him a big glass. We settled on the couch in the living room, keeping a polite distance.

“You look really nice tonight,” he told me as he sipped his wine. I had put extra effort into my appearance. I was wearing a tight blue dress, low-cut of course, and had blown out my golden hair into soft waves. My ears and neck were decorated with diamonds. Adam liked me looking nice, especially when we had company over.

“Thanks.” I smiled a little too widely at the compliment, but I couldn’t help it. Unlike Adam, Jackson was smoking hot. He had piercing blue eyes and dark, wavy hair. He was definitely built – you could tell, even through his shirt. I would totally go after a man like Jackson as one of my permitted conquests. But tragically, Jackson himself was off-limits.

“So, how’s Carly?” I asked.

“Oh, we actually broke up a few weeks ago.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I took a big gulp of wine, feeling very awkward now for bringing her up.

“Thanks,” Jackson said. “It’s for the best. She wanted commitment and I’m not ready for that yet. Don’t know if I’ll ever be. I just couldn’t lead her on anymore.”

“I get that,” I said. “Well, as hard as it is, you did the right thing.” Silence filled the room and I struggled to think of more to say. Jackson and I had never been on our own before.

“You know, I wasn’t the settling down type either when I met Adam,” I shared after another gulp of wine.

“Yeah? What changed your mind?” He asked. I realized I needed to tread carefully. Adam didn’t exactly advertise that he allowed his wife to fuck other men.

“He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” I said with a little laugh, gesturing around at our magnificent house. “Would you say no to this?” Jackson laughed.

“No, I don’t suppose I would.” He finished his wine and quickly refilled it. “Forgive my bluntness, but I always figured you and Adam didn’t have a traditional marriage.” I tilted my head at him, thrown off.

“What do you mean?”

“Bree,” he said with a slightly devious smile. “You’re a ten. Adam’s a six at best. Are you telling me you would’ve married him if it weren’t for his money?” I took offense to Jackson essentially calling me a gold digger, even though I knew deep down it was true.

“I love my husband,” I said, my friendly tone turning icy. Before Jackson could respond, my phone buzzed. A text from Adam told me he’d be another hour, if not more. He said to not hold dinner.

“Adam’s going to be even later,” I said, standing. “Maybe we should just do this another time.” Jackson stood as well.

“Bree, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he said.

“Adam is a kind and decent man,” I said. “Our marriage works for us, and that’s all that matters.”

“Of course,” Jackson said. “You’re very lucky. It’s not often a woman finds a rich husband who also allows her to fuck other men.” My entire body froze.

“He told you that?” Jackson nodded.

“We got drunk together one night and it came out,” he explained. “Frankly, I was relieved to hear you can get your satisfaction elsewhere, because I highly doubt Adam can get the job done.”

“Why are you bringing this up?” I asked, annoyed now. “It’s none of your business.”

“Well, it became my business,” Jackson said, “when I decided I wanted to fuck you.” I laughed.

“You decided?”

“I’ve been attracted to you for quite some time, Bree,” Jackson said, putting down his wine glass. “And then to find out you had a free pass? I’d never been happier. We could finally fuck, and we wouldn’t even have to feel guilty about it. Everybody wins.” Before I could even process what he was saying, Jackson started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” I said. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but Adam and I have some rules about this. And his friends are off limits.” Not to mention, so was doing it in the house.

“He’s not going to be home for a while,” Jackson pointed out. His shirt was completely unbuttoned now. “You’re allowed to fuck other men. It’s not like you’d be cheating on him. So what if you break that one little rule.” I opened my mouth to reply, but Jackson had discarded his shirt, and I was too busy staring at his toned chest and rock-hard abs to speak. He was beautifully built. Tan. Just the right amount of chest hair. I briefly wondered how it would feel to be naked, trapped underneath that body.

Damn it, I wanted him. It’d been a while since my last conquest, too.

“Looks like you like what you see,” Jackson said with a smile. “Come sit on the couch and I’ll show you the rest.” I wanted to see his dick so badly. Technically, looking at Adam’s naked friend wasn’t against the rules. I slowly walked back to the couch and sat down. Jackson grinned at me as he undid his belt. Soon enough, his pants were on the ground and he was completely naked. I was face to face with his dick, and I had to keep myself from drooling.

Jackson was huge. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’d ever seen or anything, but he was significantly longer and thicker than Adam. The thought of him filling up my pussy with that sent shivers down my spine. I don’t know what came over me, but I just reached out and touched it. I couldn’t help myself.

“Wow,” I whispered as I held him in my hand. He felt so warm and thick that I wanted to feel more of him – my hand just automatically started moving up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, Bree,” Jackson murmured as I stroked him. “You’re already getting me so hard.” It was true. He was growing by the second beneath my touch.

“Adam can’t ever know,” I said, looking up at him.

“Well, it’s a little late for that, hon.” I froze, my hand still wrapped around Jackson’s dick, as I heard my husband’s voice. Jackson and I both turned to see Adam, briefcase in hand, standing in the kitchen.


“Adam!” I dropped Jackson’s dick and jumped to my feet, my face burning up and my heart racing as I realized I’d been caught. It was all over. My beautiful life was gone in the blink of an eye, all because I just had to touch that perfect dick.

“Adam, honey, I know this looks bad,” I said, rushing to him. “But nothing happened! We just…”

“Nothing happened because I walked in,” Adam said, his face unreadable. “If I hadn’t, you would’ve fucked him.” I couldn’t deny it. Ashamed, I looked down to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Adam,” I said. “It was a weak moment, that’s all…” At this point, I found it odd that Jackson wasn’t attempting to apologize or get dressed. He was still standing in our living room, naked and erect.

“I’ll do anything to make this right,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t leave me for this!” Adam walked closer to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

“You’ll do anything?” He asked. I nodded vigorously.

“Okay,” Adam said. “Jackson’s going to fuck you after all. And I’m going to watch.” I took a step back.

“What?” This didn’t make any sense. He’d be breaking his own rule, and Adam had never expressed interest in watching me with other men before.

“Jackson’s been upset over his breakup with Carly,” Adam explained. He started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. “We had a little too much to drink, and Jackson told me that he’d always wanted you. That’s when I told him about our little arrangement, and how I’d be willing to share you under the condition that I could control it.” Stunned, I blinked at my husband. I turned around to look at Jackson, whose smiling face confirmed the whole thing.

“Why not just tell me this?” I asked Adam, still confused. “Why this whole elaborate set-up?” Adam put his hand gently against my cheek.

“Honey, I had to make sure you actually wanted him. I wasn’t about to pressure my wife into sex with a man she didn’t desire.” He paused. “You do want to fuck him, right?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Good.” Adam leaned in and kissed me. “Now go in there and suck his cock.” I was still feeling shocked by the entire situation, but the second I saw Jackson’s dick again, the desire I felt earlier had returned. I sat back down on the couch, and with my husband’s blessing, I took Jackson’s cock in my mouth.

“Ohhhhh yeah,” he grunted as my lips wrapped around him. I bobbed up and down slowly, getting used to his size. I took a minute to lick the underside of his shaft and swirl my tongue around the tip before diving back in, a little deeper this time.

“She’s always been so good at head,” Adam said. He took a seat next to me on the couch, and I heard the clinking of his belt as he undid his pants. In my peripheral vision I saw him pull out his dick. I stopped for a minute.

“Do you want me to suck you, too?” I asked Adam.

“No, honey, I’m fine with watching,” he said. “Now deep-throat him.” I turned my attention back to Jackson’s dick, took a deep breath, and took him down my throat.

“ULLLKKKK,” I gagged as his massive member entered my throat. Jackson thrust his hips forward suddenly, forcing the rest of his cock down. I heard Adam moan and start stroking himself.

“Take control now, Jackson,” Adam directed. “Fuck her throat.” Jackson propped one leg up on the cushion before pushing my head back against the couch. I was trapped there, between the couch and his hips, as he furiously thrusted.

“ULK, ULK, ULK.” I gagged the entire time, tears filling my eyes as I fought to breathe. Jackson was merciless, grunting with pleasure as his cock rammed repeatedly down my throat. A few times he paused, letting me feel the full effect of his massive dick invading my esophagus, before speeding up again.

“That’s enough,” Adam said. Jackson stopped immediately. “Strip her.” I was still trying to recover from the deep-throating when Jackson pulled me to my feet. I stood there perfectly still as he unzipped my dress and pushed the fabric off my body. I was left standing in my black lace bra and thong.

“Very sexy,” Jackson remarked as he felt the lace. He didn’t admire my bra very long before expertly unhooking it.

“She looks sexy in everything,” Adam said. “And nothing.” When my bra was on the floor Jackson quickly pulled down my panties, which were already soaked through. This entire situation was turning me on so much. I was going to get to fuck this gorgeous, huge-dicked guy, and my loving husband was going to get off on it. I was glad we were both going to feel exhilarating pleasure this evening – it hardly ever happened.

“Let’s get her on the kitchen table,” Adam said thoughtfully. “You’re gonna play with her tits and pussy for a while.” The three of us moved into the kitchen and Jackson helped me onto my back on the table – I guess a different type of dinner party was happening now, and I was the meal. The wood felt cold beneath my warm, naked skin. I shivered in anticipation as Jackson stood over me and studied my body, like a surgeon wondering where to begin.

“Run your hands all over her,” Adam directed. “Make sure to really feel up those gorgeous tits. Bree loves that.” Jackson placed his big hands on my hips and slowly moved them up my stomach and towards my breasts. Finally he reached my tits and grabbed two giant handfuls, massaging them firmly. When his thumbs brushed against my nipples, I let out a quiet moan.

“Do you like that, honey?” Adam asked me. I turned to look at my husband, who was stroking his hard dick again as he watched us.

“Yes,” I told him. “But I want his mouth on my tits now.”

“You heard her,” Adam said to Jackson. He quickly bent over me and started sucking on my right tit. I moaned again and closed my eyes again. As I laid there and enjoyed Jackson’s tongue and teeth all over my nipple, I looked back at Adam. It suddenly hit me that Jackson’s wants and desires were completely irrelevant here. He was simply a tool that my husband was using to fuck me.

“Finger her while you do that,” Adam said. Jackson, mouth switching to my left tit, ran his hand down my body and slipped it between my legs. He rubbed at my entrance, and when he felt how wet I was, slipped two fingers inside me.

“Ohhhhh,” I said, eagerly wiggling beneath him.

“I need more,” I whispered to Adam. It was funny that I didn’t even think to ask Jackson. He wasn’t the one in charge here.

“Put another finger in her pussy,” Adam commanded. And just like that, three of Jackson’s fingers were now sliding in and out of me.

“Yesssss,” I moaned, bucking my hips upwards against Jackson’s hand. I felt the orgasm building quickly, and I needed that release now.

“Make her cum,” Adam said. Jackson’s fingers went plunging in and out of me even faster, and he used his thumb to rub my clit.

“Look at me when you cum,” Adam reminded me. I turned my head back to him and stared deep into his eyes as I suddenly thrust my hips high off the table and yelled out as Jackson sent that wave of pleasure washing over me.

“OHHHHHH Adam,” I panted out. I collapsed back down on the table, heart racing, staring at my husband with half-closed eyes. Adam had been stroking his dick furiously as I’d orgasmed. But as my pussy slowly stopped clenching around Jackson’s fingers, Adam stopped rubbing himself. He stepped forward until his dick was right above my face. Adam rested his shaft on my lips and gently rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his dick against my soft lips. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. My husband moaned as he continued this. I kept waiting for him to shove his dick into my mouth, but he didn’t. As quickly as he’d started, Adam stopped and stepped away from me.

“It’s time to fuck her,” he said to Jackson. “We’ll start with missionary.” Jackson grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. He lined his huge cock at my entrance, and with one quick push, he shoved his entire length inside of me.

“AHHHHHHH!” My body was in shock, struggling to quickly accommodate his giant dick. I shifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his back as he began to pound into me. My pussy was stretched to the max.

“How does that feel, Bree?” Adam asked. He was back to jacking off. “You love his big cock inside of you, don’t you?”

“YES,” I panted out in between thrusts.

“See, my wife needs a big dick to satisfy her,” Adam explained to Jackson. “And I just want to make her happy.” Jackson grunted with each stroke as he drilled into me, the kitchen table shaking beneath us. His cock kept hitting my g-spot – a place Adam could tragically rarely reach.

“I’m so happy,” I told Adam breathlessly. “I love you.” Adam smiled at me.

“I love you, too, Bree.” I reached my hand out towards him.

“Let me do that,” I said. Adam stepped forward and allowed me to stroke his dick as Jackson continued to fuck me. Adam moaned as my hand made quick work of his small dick.

Jackson, who I’d almost forgotten was there, started grunting even louder. It was obvious he was getting close.

“Slow down there, Jackson,” Adam warned. “You still need to fuck her from behind.” Jackson slowed his thrusts but made them deeper, his cock slamming into my g-spot with extra power. This caused me to squeeze Adam’s dick more tightly.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

“Time to flip her over,” Adam said. He gently pulled my hand off of his shaft. “I’m going to watch from back there, honey.” Jackson pulled out of me and turned me over as if I weighed nothing. I gripped the edge of the table tightly, bracing myself.

“Now smack that big ass of hers,” Adam growled. I felt a hand connect with my flesh and I cried out. Jackson slapped my ass a few more times, turning me on so much that I started humping the table, desperate to cum again.

“Fuck her as hard as you can,” Adam said to Jackson. And just like that, Jackson’s dick was shoved back inside me and he started fucking me mercilessly.

“UH, UH, UH,” I moaned loudly with every thrust. This felt so fucking good – I briefly wondered if it were the best fuck of my life. I could no longer see Adam, but I assumed he’d be furiously jacking off as he watched my ass bounce. I thought about how Adam planned to finish. Would he cum on me? My face, maybe? My thoughts were distracted by Jackson’s loud, guttural grunt as he buried himself balls deep inside of me. I pushed my hips back as hard as I could, so close to cumming again.

Suddenly, Jackson pulled out for a second. Just as I was about to ask why the hell he stopped, he plunged back inside me. Thank goodness. He somehow picked up the pace even more, his hips smacking loudly against my ass as he pounded into me.

“FUCK that feels amazing,” I yelled. I lifted my head up off the table and arched my back a little. And when I opened my eyes I was staring up at Jackson.

“What…” It took me a minute to realize that I was currently being roughly fucked by my husband! They’d switched out, and I hadn’t even noticed that Jackson’s eight inches had been replaced by Adam’s five. Before I could ask any more questions, Jackson stepped forward and shoved his wet dick into my mouth.

“That’s it, honey,” Adam yelled from behind me. “Suck him dry while I cum inside of you.” Jackson only needed to thrust into my mouth a few more times before I felt his hot cum shooting down my throat. Almost at the same time, Adam grunted loudly and slammed into me – I felt his load flooding my pussy. It was all too much. Having two men cum inside me simultaneously sent me hurtling towards another orgasm.

“MMMMMM,” I moaned, Jackson’s dick still in my mouth.

“YES, HON,” Adam said as he felt my pussy contracting around his dick. He rarely made me cum while he was inside of me. This was a rare treat for both of us.

When both of their dicks stopped erupting, Jackson and Adam pulled out of the respective holes they’d been using. I gasped for air and collapsed onto the table, my heart beating a mile a minute. I could not believe that all just happened. I’d never felt so satisfied.

I saw Jackson walk out of the kitchen and heard him collecting his clothes in the living room. Adam walked toward me and helped me get off the table. My legs wobbled and I threw my arms around him. Adam held me tightly against him, our naked bodies feeling so good on each other.

“Let me know if you ever want to do that again,” Jackson said with a grin to both of us.

“Thank you for helping us out tonight,” Adam said to him. Jackson smiled at us again before leaving.

“Oh, Adam,” I said when we were alone. “That was truly amazing.” I kissed him deeply, feeling such a strong rush of affection for my husband. I grinded my hips against him, and to my surprise I felt him getting hard again. Adam must’ve been just as aroused by that entire thing as I was.

“Adam,” I whispered. “I think…if we did more things like that, I wouldn’t need to go out and find other men.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to start getting creative more often,” Adam replied, grabbing my ass and squeezing.

“But right now,” I said, guiding him back to the couch in the living room. “I just want to fuck you.” I pushed Adam onto the couch, mounted him, and guided his hard dick back into my pussy.

And as I furiously rode my husband’s small cock and thought of what just happened, I realized that, sometimes, a girl didn’t need a giant dick to satisfy her.

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