Ryan texted me while I was at my best friend’s place late that afternoon. He asked if I felt like heading back to the woods, the spot where groups of guys hang around in the evenings. I didn’t need long to decide. I typed back with a wide grin that I was definitely up for being taken by a few strangers later that night.
Emma noticed the sudden smile and asked what the message was about. She’s the same height as me, with a fit body, a round ass and full C-cup breasts with large dark nipples. I told her exactly what Ryan had planned. She raised an eyebrow and said it sounded different from a normal night out. I explained how these evenings had started and how much of a slut I was becoming, and that I loved it. She looked thoughtful for a second, then said, “Sounds good to me too.”
I stared at her. “You mean it?”
“Yes, Chloe. I’ve listened to your stories and met Casper. I’m tired of just my husband’s boring, selfish sex. I want strange cocks in me again. I’m coming with you.”
Her voice carried real frustration. I knew her relationship was already falling apart. “All right,” I said. “Bring clothes that come off easily, no bras or thongs. Ryan hates those.”
She packed almost her entire underwear drawer anyway. I joked that she wouldn’t need any of it at our place since we walk around naked. We both laughed hard. When I asked why she was bringing so much, she answered, “In case I don’t go home. I haven’t had proper sex in ages and tonight I’m going to get fucked properly.”
“This could cost you your marriage,” I warned.
She shrugged. It didn’t matter to her.
I texted Ryan that Emma was joining and that she might stay with us if things went south. He loved the idea. “What a hot thought—she’s coming along. She’ll get exactly what she wants tonight.” He’s always liked Emma as much as I do, though nothing had ever happened between the three of us before.
We got home. Ryan wasn’t there yet, only our dog Max, who greeted us with a wagging tail and a wet kiss for Emma before resting his head on her lap. I called Ryan; he said he was almost there with food. During dinner we tried to set a safeword, but Emma and I were already too turned on to remember it. Ryan noticed, took both our hands and pulled us outside.
He pushed our tops up and sucked our hard nipples, kneading Emma’s breasts firmly, then mine. He kissed her deeply, then me. He laid Emma on the grass, freed his thick cock and pressed the head against her dripping pussy. He pushed halfway in, paused, then thrust all the way. She gasped and moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear. I glanced up and saw the eighty-year-old widower across the street watching from his window, then ducking out of sight before coming back for more.
I knelt beside Emma and started kissing her. We looked at each other for a second and kept going, another step in our friendship. She came hard around Ryan’s cock. Above us the old man was stroking a surprisingly thick cock. I fingered myself while staring at him. He noticed, showed me more of it and came, shooting out the window toward me. He called down, “I’m fucking you soon.” I answered, “Looking forward to it.” Ryan and Emma were too busy to notice.
Ryan asked Emma if she’d ever done anal. “No. Want to be the first?”
“Definitely. Then you’ll be ready for more later.”
“I’d love that. You can be my first, Ryan. I’m already in love with that cock, though I’ll share it with Chloe.”
He coated her tight hole with her own wetness, then did the same to me and fingered my ass. He fetched a thick dildo, turned Emma onto her stomach and slowly pushed his cock into her virgin ass until he was buried deep. At the same time he worked the dildo into mine. I moaned for him to fuck my ass harder. He took photos and a selfie with a grinning Emma, promising to send them to her husband later—after the woods.
He pounded her hard until they came together. Then he had me lie beside her and fucked my ass just as deep, telling us we were stretched and ready for the night. “We can make up a bed for you, Emma. Stay with us. Fuck whoever you want.”
“Sounds perfect. After tonight I’ll be single again.”
“No,” Ryan said. “You’ll be mine.”
We drove to the woods, still laughing that we’d forgotten the safeword. At the usual bench only two guys were left, Jake and Tyler. We walked up to them completely naked.
“Hey Jake, Tyler. Everything good?”
“Sophie—Chloe—and who’s this?”
“My best friend Emma. She’s another slut you can use.”
Tyler looked her over, praised her heavy tits and thick nipples, then kissed her hard while fingering her soaked pussy. Jake kissed me, grabbed my hair and ordered me to suck him. I dropped to my knees and blew him deep until he came across my face and chest; he made me rub it in. Meanwhile Tyler fucked Emma with long hard strokes until she came again. Jake took me next, pounding me deep.
Scooters arrived—about six of them, double-loaded. Suddenly cocks were everywhere: in our mouths, our hands, our pussies and asses. We were filled, double-teamed, covered and leaking cum from every hole. We encouraged them to keep going, greedy for more, swallowing as much as we could. Ryan photographed everything and sent the pictures to Emma’s husband. The reply came fast: he wanted a divorce and a lawyer, and Ryan should watch himself. Ryan just answered, “Good luck.”
When the guys were spent they thanked us and left. “See you next time, sluts.”
“You too,” we answered, exhausted and satisfied.
Ryan cleaned us with a towel and wrapped us in robes. “That good enough for you?”
Emma smiled. “Now I get why you do this, Chloe.”
Ryan told her about the divorce texts. “You’re one of us now. My house is your house.” She jumped into his arms and kissed him. We headed home to shower together and watch a movie on the couch.
Love and cum from Emma and Chloe.
