Miranda reclined against the plush leather couch, her voluptuous figure barely contained in her purple lingerie. The delicate lace strained against her magnificent 48DD tits, creating a tantalizing valley of cleavage that rose and fell with each breath. The matching panties, already darkened with her arousal, revealed her auburn curls poking through the thin fabric.
Across from her, Daniel sat completely exposed, his chubby frame tense with anticipation. Modestly endowed, his cock stood fully erect in his grip, a thick string of pre-cum glistening at the tip as his eyes darted between the erotic scene playing on the television and the living fantasy before him. His blonde hair fell across his forehead, highlighting his blue eyes.
As Miranda brought her cigarette up to her parted crimson red painted lips, she slid her free hand beneath her panties with deliberate slowness. She arched her back slightly and let out a breathy moan as two fingers disappeared into her drenched pussy.
Her cunt welcomed the intrusion; her inner walls clenched and pulsed around her probing fingers. Loud wet noises filled the room. Each thrust of her fingers sent tremors through her body.
Her swollen clit throbbed, begging for attention like a neglected lover. Miranda circled it with her thumb, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. “Fuck,” she moaned, a primal sound that seemed to be brought up from somewhere deep within her. “I’m so fucking wet,” she added, making sure Daniel could hear exactly what he was missing.
The ember illuminated her emerald eyes as she took a deep drag. She exhaled slowly, the smoke forming sensual tendrils around her cascade of auburn hair that tumbled over her shoulders. The smell of cigarette smoke and her juices made her pussy clench around her fingers.
Daniel's hand fell away from his throbbing erection; his eyes filled with lust as he watched Miranda pleasure herself. The intoxicating combination of her cigarette smoke hanging in the air and the unmistakable scent of her arousal broke something within him. Months of self-discipline shattered in an instant.
"I need to taste you," he whispered. His cock jerked, leaking pre-cum everywhere as he dropped to his knees and crawled toward Miranda. His shoulders pushed her thighs apart as he lowered his face toward the promise land.
Miranda's reflexes were quick; her juice slicked fingers withdrew from their wet playground to tangle in his blonde locks, gripping firmly. The sudden tension against his scalp made Daniel freeze, his hot breath tantalizingly close to her center. Her wetness glistened just centimeters from his parted lips.
"Remember Daniel," she purred, taking another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke toward the ceiling in a lazy spiral of desire, "we had a deal." Her free hand tightened in his hair, yanking cruelly at the roots and forcing his face so close to her mound that her scent filled his nostrils. "Until we find someone to join us, we're forbidden fruit to each other." Her full lips curved into a wicked smile. "No matter how fucking desperate you are to taste this cunt."
As Daniel crawled back to the couch like a rejected puppy, his small cock bobbing pathetically with each movement, Miranda hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked panties. With a deliberate slowness that bordered on torture, she peeled the drenched fabric down her thick thighs, the material clinging to her swollen pussy lips before surrendering with a wet sound that filled the room. She repositioned herself, spreading her legs obscenely wide and turning her body to give Daniel an unobstructed view of her glistening sex.
Daniel's mouth watered uncontrollably, a thin line of drool escaping the corner of his lips as his modest cock leaked an impressive puddle of pre-cum onto the leather couch. His entire body trembled with the effort of restraining himself from diving face-first into that magnificent pussy. He watched, hypnotized, as Miranda reached into the nearby toy box and extracted a thick, veined vibrator that mimicked a real cock, only larger than his own.
"If you're a good boy and find someone for us to enjoy together," she drawled, tracing the head of the toy through her slick folds, gathering her juices along its length, "I'll let you do every filthy fucking thing you have ever wanted to do to me." She circled her entrance with the bulbous tip, her breath catching as it pressed against her opening. "Every. Dirty. Act. You've ever fantasized about." Each word was punctuated by pushing the toy slightly deeper before withdrawing. "Until then, sit back, stroke your cock, and enjoy the show."
She pulled the now-glistening vibrator from her hungry hole and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, curling around the shaft to collect her essence. The sight of her tasting herself sent a twitch through Daniel's groin. Miranda maintained unwavering eye contact as she took the entire head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked her juices clean from the toy. The obscene slurping sounds she made were punctuated by little whimpers of pleasure that seemed designed specifically to drive him insane.
"Fuck, you're a cruel fucking tease," Daniel groaned, his voice cracking with desperation. "Put that cock in your pussy. Let me see you fuck yourself with it."
Miranda smiled wickedly and slid her middle finger into her dripping pussy, gathering a copious amount of her juices before withdrawing it. She made a show of the sticky threads connecting her finger to her pussy before plunging the now slippery vibrator back into her wanting hole. She twisted it as it entered, her back arching off the couch as the ribbed shaft stretched her tight passage. With her free hand, she reached for the controller and turned it on, filling the room with the mechanical buzz as the toy sprang to life inside her.
"Ohhh fuuuck," she moaned, her eyes rolling back momentarily as the vibrations sent shockwaves through her.
As the toy worked its magic, Miranda freed her tits from their lacy prison with a single tug. Her breasts spilled out gloriously, heavy and full with large areolas and nipples hardened to stiff peaks. With the hand not occupied with fucking herself, she gathered the abundant cream from around her stretched entrance and smeared it lewdly across her breasts, massaging it into the soft flesh until they glistened. The combination of her scent and the sight of her marked territory drove her wild. She brought one heavy tit up to her mouth. Her tongue flicked across her nipple before she took it between her lips, sucking and licking her juices from the sensitive peak, moaning around the flesh as the vibrator continued its relentless assault on her cunt.
Daniel couldn't take it anymore. The sight of Miranda tasting herself while fucking her pussy with the vibrator broke something primal within him. He rose from the couch, his legs shaky, cock pointing straight outward as he approached her with single-minded purpose. His hand was a blur on his shaft, pre-cum flying with each violent stroke. He positioned himself beside her head, his swollen cockhead mere inches from her face, the musky scent of his arousal mixing with the perfume of her pussy in the air between them.
"I'm going to—fuck—I can't—" His words dissolved into incoherent grunts as his orgasm approached with unstoppable force.
Miranda was lost in her own pleasure, eyes closed, hips bucking against the vibrator, completely unaware of Daniel's proximity until it was too late. With one final grunt that seemed torn from the depths of his soul, Daniel's cock erupted. The first shot of his hot, thick cum landed across her cheek with an audible splat. The second painted a white stripe across her parted lips and the third decorated her forehead and hair. Before she could react, a fourth and fifth pulse coated her eyelids and nose, marking every inch of her beautiful face with his pearly essence.
Miranda's eyes flew open, cum clinging to her lashes as she registered what had happened. Instead of anger, a slow, devious smile spread across her cum-glazed face. She withdrew her hand from between her legs and used her fingers to collect his seed, gathering it from her cheeks and lips before bringing the coated digits to her mouth. She sucked them clean with pornographic enthusiasm, her tongue working between each finger to ensure she captured every last drop.
"Mmm, you taste good," she purred, scooping more from her face and licking it off provocatively. "But that was against our rules."
She rose from the couch with feline grace, the vibrator still buzzing inside her as she walked toward the bedroom, her ass swaying hypnotically with each step. At the threshold, she turned back to look at him, his cum still decorating parts of her face like a badge of ownership.
"Your punishment for that little stunt," she declared, removing the vibrator with a wet sound and holding it up so he could see how it glistened with her juices, "is that you don't get to watch me finish getting off." She stepped backward into the bedroom. "Now hurry up and find someone else for us to play with." Her hand moved to the door, ready to close it. "The next time your cock explodes," she added, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that promised both pleasure and pain, "it better be exploding in one of my holes."
The door shut with finality, the lock clicking into place. Daniel stood alone, his softening cock still dripping, already imagining who he could invite to join them and how soon he could make it happen.
Daniel went to the door for a moment and listened to Miranda continue to fuck herself, his ear pressed against the wood like a desperate voyeur. Her moans filtered through first softly, then building in intensity as he heard her turn on the TV. The unmistakable soundtrack of porn filled the bedroom; two men's grunts and filthy talk were punctuated by wet slapping sounds. Miranda's responding moans grew louder and more urgent, each one sending pulses straight to his hardening member.
His hand instinctively wrapped around his sticky cock. He began stroking with slow, deliberate pulls, his breathing matching Miranda's rhythm through the door. Pre-cum beaded at his tip again despite having just erupted all over her beautiful face moments ago.
Then, like a bucket of ice-cold water, clarity washed over him. If Miranda caught him standing there jerking off to her playing with herself, the consequences would be severe. His mind flashed back to her final command: "The next time your cock explodes, it better be exploding in one of my holes." The memory of her cum-glazed face and that dangerous whisper made his cock twitch against his palm. No, he couldn't risk extending his punishment. He needed to follow the rules if he ever wanted to bury himself in any part of her magnificent body.
Daniel released his hardening shaft with reluctance and backed away from the door, the sounds of Miranda's approaching orgasm following him down the hallway like a taunting ghost.
Back in the living room, he licked the pre-cum from his hand and collapsed onto the couch. The leather still held Miranda's body heat, and a wet spot where her pussy had leaked her arousal. Without thinking, he ran his fingers through the slickness, bringing them to his nose to inhale her intoxicating scent before sucking them clean with a moan.
Focus, he needed to focus. Daniel grabbed his phone and began scrolling through his contacts, his mission clear: find someone to join their forbidden game so he could finally claim what had been denied him for so long.
Were there any men in his contacts that he would want to see fuck Miranda while also being willing to fuck him too? The thought of watching another man's thick cock disappear into Miranda's dripping pussy while she hungrily swallowed Daniel's shaft sent another violent throb through his groin. And after that lucky bastard filled Miranda's cunt with hot cum, Daniel could bend over and take a second load deep in his ass.
He paused on a few promising names: Bill from the construction site with his broad shoulders and knowing smirk; Terrence from accounting who always held eye contact a beat too long in the break room; maybe Calvin who'd once drunkenly commented on Daniel's "fuckable mouth" at the Christmas party before laughing it off as a joke.
But approaching any of them carried serious risks. These were guys he worked with, men he passed in hallways and sat beside in meetings. If they turned him down or worse, reacted with disgust, it would transform every future interaction into an exercise in humiliation. The next time they were at the same job site together, every glance would carry the weight of his rejected proposition.
Still, as he heard Miranda cry out in obvious climax from behind the bedroom door, Daniel knew he'd have to figure it out. The reward, Miranda's luscious body finally accessible to him, was worth any potential awkwardness. His thumb hovered over a contact, his decision forming with each passing second.
Just as Daniel's thumb hovered over Calvin's name, lightning struck his memory. Victor. His mind flashed back to those college nights - the drinks, the way Victor's athletic body had featured prominently in Daniel's private fantasies. Victor had always been openly bi; he was comfortable in his sexuality in a way Daniel had secretly envied.
Heart racing, Daniel abandoned his contacts and opened Facebook, quickly locating Victor's profile. His profile picture showed him still devastatingly handsome - tanned skin, dark hair and that same confident smile that had haunted Daniel's dreams.
With fingers that trembled slightly, Daniel composed a casual message:
"Hey Victor, it's been forever. Last time we saw each other was right after graduation, wasn't it? Life taken you anywhere interesting since then?"
Daniel set his phone down and headed toward the kitchen, his mouth suddenly dry. Before he could even reach for a glass, the notification sound made him whirl around and lunge for his phone.
"Holy shit, Daniel! Talk about ghosts from the past. Man, nothing too exciting. Built my contracting business, traveled some, still playing weekend volleyball. Been single awhile now. What's your story these days?"
For twenty minutes, they traded life updates, each response coming quicker than the last. Daniel's cock stirred with each new message, especially when Victor casually mentioned his dating history.
"Had a couple serious girlfriends, one boyfriend that lasted about two years. Nothing stuck. These days I'm keeping it casual. Got a friends-with-benefits situation with this guy from my gym. No strings, just satisfaction, you know?"
Daniel's pulse hammered in his throat. This was his opening. He took a deep breath and began typing, deleting, and retyping until he had exactly what he wanted to say:
"So here's something completely out of the blue. My wife Miranda and I are looking to invite someone into our bedroom. She's absolutely fucking gorgeous, auburn hair, emerald eyes, sexy ass, and tits that would make your mouth water. 48DDs that bounce perfectly when she rides cock."
Daniel paused, then decided to lay everything on the line:
"Truth is, I've always found you incredibly sexy. Back in college, I used to stroke my cock raw thinking about you fucking me, imagining what it would feel like to have your dick in my mouth while I swallowed every drop you gave me. We're offering an open invitation, you can do whatever you want to both of us. Miranda's pussy is fucking incredible, tight and always soaking wet, and my ass and mouth are yours for the taking too."
Before he could lose his nerve, Daniel attached a photo Miranda had sent him earlier that week of her naked on their bed, legs spread far apart, smoke curling from her red lips, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she worked her favourite dildo into her glistening pussy.
"This is her a few nights ago. Interested in making this fantasy come true?"
Daniel hit send and immediately felt a rush of panic and arousal. His cock hardened against his thigh as he stared at the screen, waiting.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Twenty.
"Fucking hell, I scared him off," Daniel muttered, tossing his phone onto the couch and running his hands through his hair.
An hour later, he had resigned himself to failure and was scrolling through dating apps when his phone chimed. He nearly dropped it in his haste to check the message.
It was from Victor, a close-up photo of what could only be described as a perfect cock. Thick and veined, at least seven inches long with a foreskin that partially covered the swollen purple head. A glistening drop of pre-cum caught the light at the tip, and at the base, neatly trimmed dark hair surrounded impressively heavy balls.
The message below it made Daniel's entire body flush with heat:
"Sorry for the delay, my phone died and I couldn't find the charger. But this cock is ready to fuck you both. When and where do you want me to have my way with you both?"
Daniel's hand instinctively moved to his now fully erect cock, squeezing it through his pants as he read and reread the message. Miranda would be ecstatic. This was happening. Finally, fucking happening.
Daniel's fingers trembled as he typed out a response, his cock pulsing with each word:
"Tomorrow night. 8PM. 1472 Oakwood Drive. Miranda and I can't fucking wait to have that magnificent cock stretching both of us."
He hit send, his stomach fluttering with anticipation. The response came almost immediately:
"I'll be there. Tell that gorgeous wife of yours to prepare for the night of her life. And you... better get yourself ready for what I'm going to do to that eager mouth and ass of yours."
Daniel nearly came just reading those words. He leapt off the couch and practically ran to the bedroom door, knocking with urgent excitement.
"Miranda? Baby, you need to see this!"
The lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing Miranda standing completely naked in the doorway, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her auburn hair wild around her shoulders. Behind her, the vibrator lay abandoned on the rumpled sheets, still wet with her juices. The intoxicating scent of her recent orgasm hung thick in the air.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice still husky from pleasure.
Daniel couldn't contain his grin as he followed her into the bedroom. "I found someone. For us." He handed her his phone, his pulse racing with excitement.
Miranda's emerald eyes widened as she scrolled through the messages, pausing when she reached the photo of Victor's cock. Her tongue darted out unconsciously to wet her lips, her free hand drifting to her exposed breast.
"Fuck, that's a nice cock," she breathed, pinching her nipple. "Thick in all the right places." Her gaze lifted to Daniel, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "He's coming tomorrow night?"
Daniel nodded eagerly. "Eight o'clock. Here."
Miranda tossed the phone aside and moved toward Daniel with grace, her heavy breasts swaying with each step, pressing her naked body against him.
"You deserve a reward for finding such a perfect match," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. "What would you like, baby? I could let you jerk your cock while you finger my pussy..." Her hand dipped lower, cupping his hardening shaft through his pants. "Or I could strap on and fuck that tight ass of yours until you blow your load."
Daniel's breath hitched at both options, his mind racing with desire. "The strap-on," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Please, fuck me with the strap-on."
Miranda's smile turned dangerous. "Good choice. But there are rules." She squeezed his cock firmly, making him gasp. "If I fuck you, you don't get to touch me. You don't get to touch yourself. I am the only one who gets to touch either of us. Understood?"
Daniel nodded frantically, already undoing his pants. "Yes, fuck yes. Anything."
Miranda moved to her dresser and withdrew Daniel’s favourite strap-on, a thick, curved dildo that would hit every sensitive spot inside him. She stepped into it with practiced ease, adjusting the straps along her thighs until the base of the dildo nestled perfectly against her still-sensitive clit.
"On your back," she commanded, retrieving a bottle of lube. "I want to watch your face while I fuck you."
Daniel scrambled to obey, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs wide, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. He watched with hungry eyes as Miranda approached, her hand lazily stroking the silicone shaft that jutted from between her legs. The sight made his asshole clench with anticipation.
"Look at you," she teased, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself between his thighs. "So fucking eager to be filled." She squeezed a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and circled his puckered entrance, not quite penetrating.
Daniel moaned as her fingertip finally breached him, sliding into the tight heat of his body.
Miranda worked him open with methodical patience, one finger becoming two, then three, stretching and preparing him for what was to come. With each thrust of her fingers, his cock jerked and dripped pre-cum onto his stomach.
"Please," he begged when the emptiness became unbearable. "I need it now."
"What do you need?" Miranda demanded, withdrawing her fingers completely. "Say it."
"I need your cock," Daniel groaned, lifting his hips invitingly. "Please, fuck me."
Miranda's laugh was dark and sensual as she positioned the slick head of the dildo against his prepared hole. "Remember," she warned, "no touching."
She lifted his legs, draping them over her shoulders so his ass was perfectly angled. With one smooth thrust, she buried the length inside him, making him cry out in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. His hands fisted in the sheets as his body adjusted to the intrusion.
"Fuck," Miranda hissed, her hips beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Victor's going to love stretching this ass."
She began to fuck him hard, her nails digging into the flesh of his thighs as she drove deeper with each thrust. The curved silicone head hammered against his prostate with unerring accuracy, sending jolts of electricity through his body. His cock bounced against his stomach with each movement, angry red and dripping, completely untouched.
Daniel reached up instinctively, his hand moving toward Miranda's bouncing breasts. She caught his wrist mid-air and batted it away playfully.
"Ah, ah, ah," she warned, slowing her thrusts to an agonizing crawl. "Try that again and I'll stop right now. No more fucking tonight, and tomorrow? You won't get to see me take Victor's cock, and you definitely won't get to play with him either."
"Fuck, I'm sorry," Daniel gasped, returning his hands to the sheets and gripping them tightly. "Please don't stop."
Miranda rewarded his compliance by slamming the dildo back into him full force, making him cry out in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he chanted, his forehead glistening with sweat as Miranda increased her pace, the harness slapping against his ass with each thrust. The base of the dildo ground against her clit, building her toward another climax.
"Tomorrow night," she panted, sweat beading between her breasts as she drove into him, "Victor's going to fuck me. Then he's going to fill your ass and finally your mouth." She punctuated each filthy promise with a brutal thrust. "You want that, don't you? "
The mental image was too much. Daniel's body tensed, his untouched cock jerking violently as he erupted, painting his chest and stomach with thick globs of cum. His ass clenched rhythmically around the invading dildo, milking it as if it were a real cock.
As Daniel orgasmed Miranda ground the base of the dildo hard against her clit, throwing her head back as she came for the second time that night. She remained deep inside him for a moment, both of them breathing heavily.
After a moment, she slowly withdrew, making Daniel whimper at the sudden emptiness. She unstrapped the harness and tossed it aside before collapsing next to him on the bed.
"Fuck," she breathed, staring at the ceiling. "If that's how good it feels with a toy, imagine what it's going to be like tomorrow with Victor."
Daniel rolled onto his side and gazed at Miranda's flushed profile. "Tomorrow," he agreed, his cock already stirring at the thought of what awaited them.
They lay there in satisfied silence, both minds racing with images of what the next night would bring: Victor’s hands on their bodies, his cock shifting between them, claiming them both in ways they'd only fantasized about until now.
