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“Tonight will be the last night” I said.

Paul and I were walking through a park near my apartment. He seemed to know immediately what I meant. He kept walking but looked over in interest.

“Yes?”

“We’ve given it a lot of wondered. With everything that we’ve done, there should be a final night. A night to celebrate our time together.” Paul’s fiancé Kim had been studying abroad for almost two years. She’d just graduated with her doctorate and was due to return to him in a week. To keep Paul from straying while she was away she arranged a number of sexual encounters with my wife Anne. The last such night he had fucked her for the first time.

“Thank you.” He said simple.

Anne was prepared for us when we got to the house. She was waiting for us on the bed, lying flat, in the same position as when he’d fucked her.

She was almost completely nude. There was no outfit this time. All she wore was her white high heels and her panties, already bunched down around her right ankle.

Her legs were spread slightly and her pussy was fully visible, already wet with excitement. It was clear that she had already been fucking herself. The room smelled faintly of her sex. We stayed by the edge of the bed and stared as Anne lay motionless on the bed, presenting herself wantonly.

She reached down between her legs and, with two fingers, she spread her outer lips. She was very wet, her slick arousal covering her soft skin. She paused, letting our eyes devour the sight.

She slowly slid her other hand to down to join the first and she spread her inner lips, almost with a dramatic flair, expose herself deeply, reveling in the intensity of our stares. Her clit glistened like a pink button while her deep hole beckoned. She spread herself slowly, but intently, until she was as wide and as open as she could be. She rested there, pinned by the lustfulness of our gaze. Her pussy got wetter as we watched, until she was almost dripping. She all the time loved being exposed. The faint aroma of her arousal got stronger, filling the air. We each got hard as we watched her.

She removed a hand, letting herself slowly close for a moment while she reached beside her to grasp a slender glass dildo we had purchased especially for the occasion. She lifted the dildo to her mouth and licked it gently, getting the entire surface wet.

She slowly slide it between her lips. She moaned around the glass as it slid into her mouth and then further, further, back into her throat. She held it deeply inside her mouth for a moment, then pulled it slowly out. She pushed it in again, deeply, then slid it out entirely. She left her mouth open as she pulled out.

She ran the dildo down between her breasts, pausing only briefly to circle one nipple, then down over her stomach and then between her legs. With one hand holding her lips open she ran the shaft the length of her pussy, playing with her clit and rubbing her juices across ever centimeter of exposed flesh. Then she stopped. She raised the dildo over her center and watched us as we watched her. Then she plunged the glass deep inside her.

Her hips thrust upwards and she moaned. The glass parted her flesh and we could see deeply inside her. She slid in and out, coating the glass with her wetness, until she was moaning and gyrating her hips. Then she slid the glass deep, the deepest she’d gone and spread herself wide, letting us look at her, splayed on the bed, pussy wide open, a warm and inviting tunnel beneath the glass shaft.

I fell to my knees beside her and begin to lick her pussy while Paul watched. Already aroused she started to moan louder as I slid my tongue through her wetness. With one hand I kept moving the glass dildo while I focused in on her clit with my tongue. I tried to go slow, but Anne had no patience for it. Her pussy already soaking, under Paul’s lustful gaze, she grasped my head with her hand and moaned out.

“Faster”

My tongue lapped at her pussy, pulling at and circling her clit. Anne pulled me in even harder and my tongue’s pace grew, becoming almost frantic. Anne’s legs rose and her other hand went to the back of my head. Her muscles tensed, becoming tighter and tighter until, with one great pull, every muscles in her body tensed and, almost explosively, released. Anne collapse against the bed, exhausted.

She lay there for a moment, then weakly lifted her head and smirked knowingly at Paul. She stood up from the bed and turned around to kneel on the floor. She bent over at the waist and presented her ass high in the air, pressing her chest into cushions we’d laid down.

She reached back and slowly spread her cheeks, opening herself and presenting herself, as if in offering.

Her pussy glistened beckoningly.

Her ass opened invitingly.

I grabbed a bottle of lube and slowly drizzled it out over the top of Anne’s ass, letting the cool liquid trickle down between her crack and flow down to her pussy. I waited until her ass was coated. Then, opening her even more to Paul’s gaze, I slowly worked the lube between her cheeks.

I rubbed in slow circles, giving Anne time to recover from her orgasm, waiting for her hips to begin moving in time with my actions. When she started to move I slowly, gently, slide a single finger into her ass. I added lube, pushing the slickness into her ass, until my finger moved freely into her. Even then I didn’t stop, I soaked her with lube, making her incredibly slick, until I could slide a second finger into her tight hole.

I stroked her, softly and gently, until she started to push back against my fingers, until she started to enjoy the sensation of her ass being fingered. Then I moved to one side. I grasp her cheeks and pull her wide, opening her to Paul.

“This is a gift from us to you.” I said. Anne moaned in agreement. She had never loved anal sex. It took a lot for her to enjoy it. This wasn’t about Anne’s pleasure, it was purely a gift. I knew that Paul had never been in Kim’s ass and Kim had only reluctantly agreed to this. Anne wanted something deeply special between her and Paul.

Paul unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He quickly stripped off his shirt and lowered his boxers. His cock was hard, almost painfully so. He knelt behind Anne and lined himself up.

Then, while I held her open for him, he slowly, very slowly, started to slide his cock into my wife’s ass.

The feeling must have been incredible.

Tighter than anything he’d ever felt, hotter than anything he’d ever felt.

He pushed, and pushed until his cock was buried its entire length. Anne grunted softly when he reached his end, then moaned as he started to pull out.

He body shivered and it was like I was watching a conflict unfold inside him. The feeling must have been indescribable, alluring, overpowering. He was torn between a desire to pound her ass as hard as he could and the need to be gentle, to protect her as he fucked her. The conflict within seemed to only heighten his arousal. He began to thrust a little faster, to pick up speed, to work himself into her tightness and her heat. Anne’s hands clutched the pillows hard as he worked, and her grunts got louder and more visceral.

My hands pulled her aside for Paul and he pumped, again and again, driving Anne forward on her knees. The sights, the sounds, the sensations flood over him and, with a deep thrust he erupted. His cock pulsed, hard, into Anne’s heat. His cum flooded into her, making her even slicker, cooling her for the briefest of moments. He thrust and pulsed more than he had before. He filled her ass completely, until his cum started to leak out past his cock

Trying to be gentle, he slowly pulled back, pulling out. Even withdrawing the sensation was almost overwhelming and he shuddered with ecstasy.

He stepped back and I moved behind Anne, still holding her open. Paul’s cum trickled from her ass, down past her already glistening pussy, leaving an erotic trail of white.

I took my cock and put it at the entrance of Anne’s ass and slid in. We’d shared her ass once before and, even though she been stretched by another man’s cock, he had been smaller than I was and I’d still hurt her.

This time she was looser. We’d prepared her well and Paul’s cock was only slight smaller than mine. She was stretched wide and Paul had come prodigiously, adding to the lube, making it easier to slide in, easier to go deep. But the heat was still be there, maybe even more than in the past, heated by the friction of Paul’s fucking. The heat, the pressure and knowing that the smooth glide was from his cum in my wife combine together to make it one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I thrust hard, rapidly losing control of myself. Anne grunted beneath my onslaught, occasionally moaning with pleasure when I hit things just right.

I pumped hard, overcome. Pushing and then pushing again, Paul’s cum letting me reach deeper than I ever had. I couldn’t last long. Everything faded beneath the weight of intense feeling. My vision dimmed until all I could see was my cock disappearing into Anne’s glistening ass. All I could hear was the slick wet sounds of my cock and Anne’s soft grunts. All I could feel was the heat, the wet and the building pressure. I exploded. Soundlessly, without warning, deep inside Anne.

Her ass overflowed with sperm. It flowed out of her, down her lips, down the tops of her thighs. I fell back and stare at the gorgeous sight. Anne on her hands and knees, coated in our cum, glistening with our combined whiteness.

She collapsed. This time we had towels ready and together we gently cleaned her.

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