The Night My Husband Watched His Friends Fuck Me Raw

It started as a casual dinner at our cozy living room. Me, Céline, in my tiniest skirt, no bra, sheer white panties flashing every time I bent or crossed my legs. Claude’s childhood buddies, Jean and Paul, showed up alone—their wives absent. Three guys, one woman. Air thick with wine and glances. They stared at my thighs, my ass peeking out. I felt their eyes burn. Claude kept my glass full, mine theirs. Alcohol loosened tongues, inhibitions.

Music pumped. Claude pulled me to dance, hands groping my ass, hiking my skirt. ‘Show them how sexy you are,’ he whispered, fingers slipping under my panties. I trembled, pussy soaking. ‘You want them to fuck me? Right here?’ He nodded, hard as rock. I glanced at Jean and Paul, silent, cocks bulging. They rose, hands on my tits, yanking down my top. Nipples hard. Claude stepped back, sat, unzipped, stroking.

The Building Tension

Paul’s fingers plunged into my wet cunt, then my ass. Jean kneaded my cheeks. I gripped their thick dicks, stroking slow. On the couch facing Claude, legs spread wide. Fingers everywhere—cunt, ass, double-teamed. My moans filled the room. Sweat mixed with my perfume, musky arousal heavy. No more games.

Jean couldn’t wait. He stripped pants off, cock springing free—thick, veined. Carried me to the daybed, skirt up, panties ripped away. Legs splayed obscenely. He aimed at my dripping slit. I covered it teasingly. ‘Claude, you want this? Jean’s cock in your wife’s pussy?’ Claude nodded, jerking faster. I guided Jean in. Fuck. He slammed deep. My walls stretched, lips gripping his shaft. Eyes locked on Claude as Jean pounded. Clit throbbing with each thrust. ‘He’s fucking me, Claude! So deep! You love it?’

I bucked, cumming hard. ‘His cock’s destroying me! Better than yours!’ Jean grunted, balls slapping. Hot spurts flooded my womb. ‘Fill me!’ Pulled out, cum oozing. Claude fingered the mess, I writhed. ‘Paul’s turn. Fuck me, Paul. Claude loves sharing his slut wife.’ Paul lay back. I straddled, impaled myself—slick with Jean’s load. Grinding, tits bouncing.

The Wild Release

‘Claude, fuck my ass. Double me!’ His cock nudged my rosebud, greased by cum. Pushed in. Full—cunt and ass packed. They hammered, out of sync, ripping screams. Pain-pleasure blur. Jean shoved back, cock in my throat. Gagging, drool spilling. Cheeks hollowed as he face-fucked. Bodies slapping, grunts, my muffled cries. ‘Take it, whore!’ Claude roared, exploding in my guts. Jean down my throat—swallow or choke, cum dripping chin. Paul last, flooding my pussy. ‘Slut! Hotwife cumdump!’

We rotated—doggy, reverse, spitroast. Till 3 AM, cocks raw, my holes gaping, cum everywhere. Sweat-soaked sheets stank of sex.

They left. Claude and I collapsed, slept till noon. I woke first, grinning sore. ‘My ass hurts so bad!’ He smiled. Back to mom, wife. But the slut lingers.