Whitney's Adventures

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Brad smiled. "The night is young indeed," he said, his eyes locked with Whitney's now. He stepped towards her, standing over the both of them now. He looked to Jake for permission, and got the nod before leaning in above her. His lips found her neck, his tongue flicked the taut skin there, and he placed a hand on her thigh.

"I think this will work quite well if you and Jake go find you something a little more comfortable to wear," he said in her ear, just loud enough for Jake to hear him before pulling back to look deep into her eyes.

 

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Whitney shivered as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and goosebumps raided her covered skin. She giggled as she felt the presence of both men so close to her. Jake's arm was still wrapped around her on the couch as Brad made his "move".

She squirmed a little as her nerves made it hard to sit still. She looked towards Jake for "permission" before she turned her head back towards Brad and used her cold little nose to maneuver his lips up from her neck to meet hers for a little kiss.

She whispered back, "No need. I don't think any of us will be wearing clothes for too much longer." She giggled.

 

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"That's what I like to hear," Brad said, smiling at her before settling down on the couch next to her, one arm sliding around behind her, his other hand falling on her thigh, his lips finding hers again almost immediately.

His tongue flicked her lips, toying with her, as his hand slid slowly up her thigh. He opened his eyes to look at her, and saw his buddy Jake rubbing his crotch on the other side of the sofa, a clearly evident hard-on in progress as his wife made out with another man!

"So, are you thinking right here on the sofa?" Brad asked with his trademark flirtatious smirk.

 

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She kissed him some more. Her lips and tongue still a bit cold from the margaritas but they warmed up quickly. She didn't want to seem overeager but the sensation of kissing a different set of lips after all of the years was just so scintillating that her attempts to hold back made her kisses awkward and sloppy.

And his hands. Oh his hands. Larger, different, touching her like a stranger. Fueling a fire between her legs that yearned for more.

She pulled back and sat up, flipping her hair back behind her ears, and turning to Jake. Brad's arm stayed, however due to her turn it now rested across her collarbone. Her chest was pumping in and out and she had trouble maintaining an even breathing patter. Her heart was banging against her ribs so hard that she thought she might break something.

She smiled at Jake, and then collapsed towards him. Her lips met his and they kissed deep. "Mmmmm." A relaxed gasp as Jakes hands would just lightly brush against her breasts as they kissed. Just enough to wake up her nipples so that they pressed through her thin blouse under her blazer.

"I guess we could um take this elsewhere, maybe somewhere more comfortable." She giggled. "What dya think guys?" There hands were all over her, almost fighting for position. She wanted Jake to decide where to go --- she was unsure if they should 'tarnish' their bedroom with this and there were plenty of other beds in the house to use.

 

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Jake kissed her deeply again before responding. He was incredibly aroused watching his wife with his best friend. Jake gulped, but already knew what he wanted.

"I want to see you fucking him in our bed, baby," he replied. Brad smiled deviously, his own cock spasming a bit and responding quite positively.

"I think that's a great idea," Brad said, his hand moving up to cup one of her breasts through her blouse. As weird as this situation was, it was turning him on immensely. He'd always wanted Whitney; Jake had just beat him to her, and by the time she had noticed his attraction to her, she and Jake were a couple.

"I have to admit to having had quite a few fantasies about you, Whitney," Brad said as they stood up from the couch. "None of them quite as good as this though."

 

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"Wow...that is...Wow...very blunt of you honey." She giggled as she stood there now being groped by Brad in front of her husband who sat there on the couch rather smugly with a obvious erection between his legs. Brad's hands were just a touch more aggressive, so much locked up passion in his veins. She felt it to for him, that sensation when you touch somebody new and explore them, yet for her, it had been years since she had touched somebody new.

She stepped back from Brad and sat her nervous rear down on the edge of Jake's chaise by his feet. Her hands toying with his ankle a bit as she caught her breath.

"Well, of course you think that's a good idea..?!?!" She blushed looking over at her husband and then up at Brad. Her blush telling all about her fantasies for him.

"I must say I'm flattered..." She indeed had to be modest to some extent. "But I dunno. I don't think we should just jump right into it, k?"

She was backed into a whole and trying to fend off the wolves for a little while so she could enjoy the moment. "I mean, it was um, kinda nice here on the couch, just ya know, feeling around..."

Her other hand reached along Brad's leg and teased its way up to his thigh and over his bulging jeans.

"I suppose you wouldn't mind if I???" Her little hand unbuttoned and unzipped him and dug into his jeans to find his cock. Her back would straighten as would Brad's and they'd both shiver as she took a grip and pumped him in his jeans. Her other hand would soon abandon Jake and slide up to help tug down Brad's pants. She'd moan just slightly as she felt Jake sit up a little and grab a hold of her breasts.

 

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Brad groaned as he felt Whitney's small hand grab ahold of his cock, and if he wasn't hard already, he immediately got there.

"Good idea," he said, leaning back and raising his hips up so Whitney could tug his pants down further, and a moment later he was fully exposed for her. "Mmm, yes, nice and slow, I'm in no hurry for this to end," he said.

The erotic tension between them was electric, and only further heightened by Jake's presence.

"Suck on him," Jake encouraged her, a naughty whisper in her ear before pulling back away from her to watch, a perverse mixture of emotions running through him as his wife jacked off his best friend right in front of him! Excitement, arousal, lust... As well as embarrassment, a bit of shame... Everything wrapped up in actively seeking to be cuckolded. He didn't fully understand it, but it turned him on immensely, and he knew now there was no stopping what was going to happen.

 

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"I can't believe I'm doing this...." She looked up at Brad with his pants dropped and his hard cock swinging in front of her eyes. She seemed a bit nervous as her little hands slid up his hairy legs and then centered in on his cock. She gripped him, and her soft fingertips teased his length before wrapping around and pumping slowly.

The sounds of her hand moving filled the room and were only complemented with the occassional moan that escaped Brad's lips. She'd look back at Jake one more time as he sat back on the couch giving them space. "Are you absolutely sure about this honey?"

"Uh huh." Was his response. "Go ahead." He added in almost a whisper, his heart no doubt breaking his ribs just like hers, respectively.

She blushed back to Jake and then looked up at Brad before she leaned forward and flicked her tongue along his swollen head, cleaning off a little dab of precum.

One more look up and back and blush before she leaned forward again and kissed his head and then slowly opened her mouth taking his cock inside and coating it with warm, wet, saliva.

Jake shifted on the couch. Whitney moaned a little "mmmmh"

 

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Brad groaned as he felt Whitney's wet warm mouth on his cock, enveloping him and taking him inside her. His dick throbbed a bit as pleasure washed over him, and he laid back against the couch and closed his eyes.

But only for a second. He didn't want to miss a thing. "God that feels good baby," he said. He almost forgot Jake was even there, watching, so focused was he on the pleasure emanating from between his legs as Whitney's hot little mouth worked his throbbing manhood. His cock was rock hard. He ran a finger through her blonde hair, moving it aside so he could have a better, unobstructed view of his best friend's wife sucking his cock.

"God yes, just like that, that feels so good," he said, encouraging her. He fought the urge to grab her hair and force her down on him... Perhaps there would be time enough for rougher stuff later, but for now Whitney was in control, and he was quite happy to let her be.

 

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Whitney slowly worked Brad's cock, exploring every inch of it. It was rock hard, and not huge, but certainly bigger than what Jake kept in his pants.

Her tight, soft lips worked up and down his shaft as her tongue flickered inside and her saliva coated him from base to tip. "Mmmmmh...." She moaned gently, her eyes for the first time looking up at him as he expressed his satisfaction. When they made eye contact she blushed, hard, somewhat embarrassed by what she was doing -- sucking off one of her best friends.

She reached back with her arms and pulled off her blazer, leaving her in her white blouse. Her buttons were widely spaced so some of her skin would show in the the gaps between material and the outline of her white bra was clearly seen.

She returned to sucking now with a bit more 'gusto', wrapping her hand around his hilt and pumping it slowly as she worked those lips up and down. Her other hand went to work keeping her hair at bay, tucking it behind her ears.

The room was quiet save the sounds of her sucking his cock. Almost like "GLUG GLUG GLUG slurp..."

 

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Brad sat there as Whitney sucked on him, watching her intently, moaning and groaning along with her, encouraging her. His cock throbbed in pleasure under her expert ministrations.

"That's it... God yes, like that baby..." Brad moaned, so lost in the erotic moment with her that he didn't even notice Jake had gotten his cock out and was leaning back, slowly jacking it, watching his wife suck another man's cock.

Brad felt his balls clench up... Orgasm was imminent, if he wanted the release. He had excellent, practised control over his orgasms, and he held it off while he enjoyed Whitney's sucking.

 

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She felt him starting to throb and harden and swell -- a familiar sign that it was time to duck for cover. And then he backed off.

She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth and pulled off for a second, stroking his wet shaft with her tiny hand.

"Don't need to be shy. Just not in my mouth, Brad" She rolled her eyes, knowing that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Her hand picked up pace, and her hand took over, working his cock furiously with her mouth providing just a little lube from time to time. She was sucking his cock, and she wasn't going to be done until she finished him.

Surely the words out of her mouth drove Jake a little nuts, and he got up off the couch and stood their a few inches from his wife's face with his hard and hairy 5.5 inches. She blushed as she looked up at him, his buddies' cock in her hand. But soon, her other hand would be stroking her husband's cock.

Two hands -- two cocks.

 

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"Well where should I cum then?" Brad asked with a smirk as he watched Whitney jack his and her husband's cock at the same time. He could feel the release welling up inside him. He hadn't expected Jake to actually join in, but it was certainly his perogative; Whitney was his wife, after all!

Jake was standing there next to her, enjoying his wife's hand on his cock as she worked Brad's. Jake groaned, his cock throbbing. He was so turned on, he felt he might blow at any second. "Fuck," he grunted, trying to hold it back but knowing he was about to fail. "Yes, where baby, I'm about to..."

 

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Whitney could feel his cock throbbing and was shocked at how quick he was ready to explode. Jake never went that fast -- she didn't know if it was her, or him -- but she smiled now a little knowing that it was surely him now as she had Brad on edge like this.

Then she came back to reality, a cock in each hand and Brad about to lose it. Sitting their on her knees in the living room, there weren't many options -- again, she hadn't expected it this fast and hadn't planned for it like she plans for just about everything in life.

"Um....Um...." She whimpered with indecision as she felt his cock pulsing in her hand now sticky with a fresh dose of precum leaking out his head. She didn't know why she felt compelled to do so, but she leaned forward again and suckled on his head as she pumped it with her fist still.

She looked up at him and pulled off. "Guess I have no choice..." She blushed looking back at Jake. "Can't have you ruining the carpet....or my top?"

 

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That last bit of suckling sent Brad right over the cliff. He felt his rock hard cock shudder and spasm, and he happily let the ecstasy wash over him, and he felt the first spasm of release as his balls tightened up and a thick, fat gob of his jism shot out, hitting Whitney square on the cheek and splashing across her face.

Jake saw his best friend's cum coat his wife's face and immediately lost any semblance of control he might have had left, and his own orgasm shuddered through him and his cock rigidly fired off in turn, his own cum hitting Whitney on the nose and lips.

Stream after stream was released upon her pretty face in a matter of seconds, from two different directions, as both men grunted and groaned in pleasure...

 

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It happened so quick! One second she was sucking on Brad's cock, and the next second he had released a spurt of spunk that hit the back of her throat and then she gagged.

Her cough so hard that his cock slipped from her lips and went about its "business" like a fire hose on the loose.

And then Jake! His cock in her hand jumped as his body convulsed. Directing her hand with his thrusting to a few inches from her face.

Luckily she was quick enough to close shut her eyes as Brad and then Jake painted her face from both sides. Blast after blast.

"Ohhmygawd" She whimpered with a closed mouth as the barrage of cum continued for what seemed like minutes when it was only a few seconds.

As they stepped back and staggered, she froze there. Her head slightly tilted holding the globs of cum on her face. Afraid to move for fear of making a mess. What she didn't realize is that some had already leaked down onto her top and as she tried to clear her hair out of the way, she'd just make it worse with her sticky hands.

She held her hands up, as if to beg for a towel or something. Jake raised a brow to his buddy as he admired his wife for a moment.

"Go grab something --- there's a towel in the powder room..." Jake beckoned Brad.

As Brad disappeared he looked down on her for a few more minutes before snapping a discrete photo on his phone.

"You look gorgeous, babe" He said.

 

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Brad pulled up his pants and nodded to Jake, and headed off to find a towel for Whitney. He found one in the bathroom, and quickly returned and handed it to her.

"That was pretty fucking hot," he said with a smirk and a wink at Whitney as she cleaned herself off. He settled back on the couch. His phone buzzed silently in his pocket, and he took a glance at it; Jake had sent him the picture he'd taken surreptitiously. The guys exchanged knowing glances before turning their attention back to Whitney.

"So what's next?" Brad ventured.

Jake smiled wickedly. "Well, from the stories you've told me, Brad, it shouldn't take you very long at all to reload..."

Brad smirked as he moved closer to Whitney. "Oh I'm sure I'll be ready when she is," he replied.

 

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Whit cleaned up as a bit of awkwardness returned to the room. There she was still on her knees cleaning Brad's cum off of her face. Her makeup all messed up and her soft skin caked with dried spunk from cheek down to her neckline. A few drops had stained her top a bit which bothered her but she did not raise a stink.

She blushed looking up at the two men and then turned to her husband. "Don't you want a turn, hun?"

She started to enjoy the thought of being passed around a bit. And wanted to be sure he could handle it before the envelope was pushed any further.

 

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"I'd love it," came Jake's quick reply. He was aroused enough that his cock was stiff again in a moment. Brad sat close to Whitney as Jake stood next to her, Brad's hands roaming her body freely, lingering on her thighs and ass. He hadn't expected Jake to be involved in all this, but he wasn't surprised either. The way he had pitched the whole idea had him in more of an observational mode, but Brad wasn't about to complain about passing Whitney back and forth.

In fact, it kind of turned him on to think about having a couple other friends here to all enjoy her... Another night, perhaps, if all went well.

 

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She turned to Jake. Her on her knees in front of the couch and him lounging there comfortably with spread legs.

Her head bobbed slowly on his cock, her tight, soft lips working his shaft as her tongue flickered inside. She could feel that he was yearning for release and being that he was her husband, she knew his triggers.

She lifted off of his cock and attacked his balls with her wet lips and tongue, licking them and sucking them and then returned to his cock, swallowing it as she let the cool air hit his moistened sack.

It wasn't long before Brad would notice Jake's gasp and Whit's head jolt back quickly as he released.

Contrary to Brad's open canvas, Whit was content to take some of Jake in her mouth but she let most of it spittle back onto Jake's pubes and belly which she was happy to wipe up with her towel.

 

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Brad could tell that Jake and Whitney were really getting into each other. He realized that his work here was done; having Whitney suck his cock was enough to get them both really riled up and turned on. He'd gotten his rocks off, anyways, right? Time to leave the married couple to do their thing.

"I don't think you two need me here anymore," Brad said, standing up. "I got an early flight to catch, so I'm gonna crash in your guest room, if you don't mind. It was fun though," he said, giving Whitney a wink and a nod to Jake. Jake's hands were running all over his wife's sexy little body.

"Thanks Brad," Jake said. Jake had been slighty apprehensive about letting his wife actually fuck another man, and there was a part of him that was relieved that Brad was turning in. As much as the thought may have turned him on, the reality... He wasn't so sure he could handle it.

 

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Whit and Jake were left cuddling on the couch. But, it didn't take long for the couple to scurry on up to their bedroom and finish what they started. The sex was sensual but with a rougher edge. Whitney could tell that Jake was jealous and needed to prove a point as he pounded her missionary style.

She came twice. Once shortly after he entered her and then again, as he exploded inside of her. She wondered for a second what it would be like if Brad were there to step in after Jake had finished. She longed for more, but it was the first time in a long time that the two of them cuddled up naked and fell asleep shortly after making love. The whole experience was exhausting for them mentally and physically.

Yet her lust did not disappear quickly. She did not sleep soundly and about 3am she was laying in bed looking up at the ceiling. She figured she would throw on some sweats and watch some TV downstairs and try to stave off the insomnia. As she got downstairs she remembered that Brad was sleeping in the guestroom off of the living room.

She bit her lip as she peeked into his room.

 

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Brad had gone to bed, leaving Whitney and Jake to their own devices; he could hear the muffled sounds of their lovemaking soon after. He had to admit to feeling a tinge of jealousy. He had certainly wanted Whitney, and the blowjob, while wonderful, had not sated his lust.

He had fallen asleep after they had finished, but he had always been a light sleeper. The faintest squeak of the door as Whitney peered into the guest bedroom rustled him from sleep. He looked over at the door, at the faint light coming through, the silhouette of Whitney's body.

"I was hoping you'd come to me," he said, quietly, just loud enough for her to hear.

 

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She had been standing in the doorway for awhile watching him sleep. It was only when she turned around to head to the kitchen that the door squeaked and he awoke. It was "fight or flight" as her adrenaline kicked up a notch.

Everything was silent except for her heart thumping against her ribs. The next moment, she was crawling into his bed. She was dressed in a simple white tank and sweatpants and her lips were warm as they found his for a gentle little kiss.

"We have to be quiet" She whispered as her hand quickly found his cock.