Wife's Double Creampie While I Get Blown

The rented house was already warm when we walked in, blinds drawn, the big bed turned down at the end of the hall like a promise nobody wanted to say out loud yet. I was thirty. Adriana, my wife, was twenty-nine, and the drive over had been quiet in the way hunger gets quiet once you stop pretending you might change your mind. Vanessa and Sergio were waiting in the kitchen, twenty-eight and thirty-three, her hair down, his sleeves rolled, both of them watching the door. Bianca arrived a minute later on Andre’s arm, thirty-one and thirty-two, perfume and bare shoulders, and the six of us filled the room until the air felt thick.

Nobody opened the wine. We had settled that in messages before we ever traded the address: clear heads, spoken yeses, and the right to stop the second the wanting shifted. Three couples. One private house. No cameras, no surprises, nothing that hadn’t been asked for out loud.

“We watch,” Vanessa said, setting her water down. “We don’t guess. If you want something, you say it.”

Adriana’s palm found the small of my back. The black dress clung to her hips and left her collarbones bare, and I felt her breathe in before she spoke. “I want both of your husbands,” she said, looking at Andre, then at Sergio. Her voice didn’t shake. “On the bed. I want them to fuck me while the rest of you watch. If anyone isn’t all right with that, say so now.”

Sergio’s mouth curved. Andre nodded once, slow, eyes already on her. Bianca’s smile went bright and filthy. Vanessa turned toward me, and the question in her face was plain.

“I want to see it,” I said. The words came out lower than I meant them to. “All of it.”

“Then we’re finished standing in the kitchen,” Bianca said.

We moved down the hall in a loose knot. The glances had been doing their work since we arrived—Vanessa’s knee against mine, Bianca’s fingers trailing Andre’s belt while she talked, Sergio not bothering to hide the way he watched Adriana’s throat when she swallowed. In the bedroom the last of the politeness burned off. One lamp. A wide mattress. Adriana faced us, and the wanting in the room had a sound, a shared low breath that settled on her like a hand.

“I’m choosing them,” she said again, for me. “Andre and Sergio. Right here. You stay close.”

I stayed.

She reached behind her neck and drew the zipper down. The dress loosened, slipped, and pooled at her ankles. No bra. Black panties cut high on her hips. She stepped out of the fabric and stood in the lamplight while six pairs of eyes took her in, and she let us. Andre’s jaw flexed. Sergio’s hands opened at his sides. I had seen her naked a thousand times and still my cock thickened hard against my pants at the way she offered herself to the room.

“Off,” she told them, and both men stripped without hurry or shame. Shirts, belts, pants, briefs. They were thick and already heavy, cocks lifting as they looked at her, and Adriana’s breath caught in a way I knew. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, pushed them down her thighs, and kicked them aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth, the lips already glossy, and when she climbed onto the bed and lay back the mattress dipped under her.

She spread her legs. Wide. Knees bent, feet planted, everything open to the lamp and to us.

“Come here,” she said.

Andre and Sergio moved to the edge of the bed. The rest of us closed in on the near side and the foot, close enough to see the shine on her and the way her chest rose. Vanessa’s shoulder brushed mine. Bianca sat on the bench at the foot, dress riding up, one hand already resting high on her own thigh. I opened my belt because my cock ached against the zipper, and when I freed it Vanessa’s eyes dropped and stayed.

Adriana dragged two fingers through her slit and held them up, wet to the knuckle. “I’ve been like this since the kitchen,” she said. “Don’t make me wait.”

Andre climbed on first, kneeling between her thighs, not entering yet. He ran the head of his cock up her folds and she moaned, hips tilting to chase him. Sergio knelt beside her shoulder, one big hand spanning her ribs, thumb brushing the underside of her breast. She turned her face and kissed his wrist, shameless.

“Watch me,” she told the room, told me. “I want you all watching when they put it in.”

Vanessa wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked once, slow, testing. I didn’t stop her. Bianca had her dress up around her waist now, panties tugged aside, two fingers circling her clit while she stared at Adriana’s spread cunt. Sergio’s wife—Bianca—made a soft hungry sound. Andre’s wife—Vanessa—tightened her grip on me and smeared the wetness at my tip with her thumb.

“Please,” Adriana said, and the word broke into a gasp when Andre pushed. The head spread her, then the thick shaft, inch by inch, until his hips met hers and she cried out, hands fisting the sheet. “God—yes. Like that. All of you, look at him in me.”

He held there, buried, and the rest of us watched her take it. Her pussy stretched around him, shiny, clutching. She rolled her hips and moaned encouragement, filthy and eager, telling him how full she felt, telling Sergio to keep touching her, telling me not to look away. Every plea shoved the room further over the edge. Bianca fucked herself with two fingers in time with Andre’s first slow thrusts. Sergio stroked his own cock beside my wife’s face, the head brushing her cheek when she turned toward it. Vanessa dropped to her knees between my feet without being asked, mouth open, breath hot on my shaft, waiting for the moment the watching turned into using.

Adriana looked straight at me while another man fucked her and smiled like she had never been more sure of anything.

“Harder,” she said. “I want them to fill me. I want you to see it happen.”

Andre braced a hand beside her head and fucked her in long, deep strokes, missionary, her knees hooked high around his waist so every thrust showed. The wet sound of it filled the bedroom. Her tits bounced. Her mouth stayed open. She reached for Sergio’s cock and stroked him while Andre drove into her, and the sight of my wife split open under one man and greedy for the second made my knees weak. Vanessa licked a stripe up my cock and I groaned, fingers sliding into her hair, not pushing, just holding on.

“She’s dripping on the sheet,” Bianca said, voice rough. She had crawled closer, face near Adriana’s thigh, close enough to smell her. “Look at that. She’s soaking him.”

Adriana laughed, breathless, then broke on a moan when Andre ground in deep. “Because I want it. I want his cum. I want both of you to come in me while they watch. Don’t pull out. I mean it.”

Andre’s rhythm changed. Shorter. Harder. The slap of his hips against her grew sharp, and she locked her ankles behind him and pulled him in, chanting yes, yes, fill me, let them see. Sergio watched his own cock disappear into her fist and cursed under his breath. I watched my wife’s face go slack with it, the way it always did when she was close and greedy, and Vanessa took me into her mouth at the same moment Andre’s thrusts turned desperate.

He buried himself and stayed there. A rough sound tore out of him. His hips jerked, once, twice, and I saw it in the way Adriana’s eyes flew wide and her mouth opened on a broken cry—the first hot pulse of him unloading inside her. He kept grinding through it, cock throbbing, pumping her full while she shook and clutched at his back and told him not to waste a drop. When he finally eased out, a thick white thread followed the head and clung to her swollen lips before slipping back inside. Her pussy fluttered, used and shining, the creampie already leaking toward the sheet.

“Next,” she gasped, reaching for Sergio. “Now. Don’t let it run out. Put it back in me.”

Andre moved aside, chest heaving, and Sergio took his place between her spread thighs without a pause. He lined up and sank in with one long push, his cock driving Andre’s load deeper, and Adriana wailed, back arching off the bed. The sound was raw and happy. Everyone heard it. Everyone watched the second man start to fuck her in the same position, missionary, deep, her legs shoved wide so nothing was hidden.

Vanessa sucked me with wet, sloppy enthusiasm, cheeks hollowing, spit shining on my shaft and her chin. She moaned around me every time Adriana cried out, the vibration running straight through my cock. I kept my eyes on the bed. I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to. Sergio fucked my wife hard, the wet sounds filthier now, his cock churning the first load, white cream ringing the base of him each time he pulled back. Adriana grabbed his ass and hauled him in, pleading in a wrecked voice for him to come in her too, to give her a second one, to let the whole room see her take both.

Bianca slid off the bench and knelt at the foot of the bed, between Adriana’s feet, waiting. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were fixed on the place where Sergio disappeared into my wife. She didn’t touch yet. She watched every thrust the way the rest of us did, hungry and unashamed, one hand still working her own clit.

“I’m close,” Sergio gritted out.

“Do it,” Adriana said. “Creampie me. I want both of you leaking out of me. I want her mouth on it after.”

He slammed in and held, buried to the hilt, and came with a guttural groan that matched the pulse I could almost see in his stomach. Adriana sobbed out a yes and came with him, cunt gripping, milking, her whole body shaking under his weight. He pumped through it, hips twitching, emptying himself deep where Andre had already filled her. When he pulled out, her pussy gaped for a second, pink and wrecked and overflowing. Two loads welled up and spilled, thick and white, sliding down over her ass and onto the sheet in slow heavy strings.

Bianca made a starving sound and leaned in.

She put her mouth on my wife’s freshly used cunt and licked. Broad, greedy strokes, gathering both creampies on her tongue, sucking at Adriana’s opening, chasing what ran down. Adriana jolted and grabbed Bianca’s hair, not to stop her, to hold her there, moaning through the aftershocks while another man’s wife cleaned her out in full view of the room. Bianca swallowed, went back for more, nose buried against Adriana’s clit, tongue pushing inside to lap what Sergio and Andre had left. The sounds were obscene. Wet. Open. Nobody looked away.

Vanessa took me deeper, throat fluttering, spit dripping onto my balls. She stroked what she couldn’t swallow and sucked like she wanted my load as badly as Bianca wanted the ones on her tongue. I was close, balls drawn tight, the sight of my wife spread and licked clean while I got my cock worshipped shoving me right to the edge. Andre and Sergio stood at the side of the bed, spent cocks hanging heavy, watching their wives work and watching Adriana take it. The whole group saw every thrust that had happened and every slurp that followed. Nothing was private. Nothing was hidden. Adriana’s thighs trembled around Bianca’s face and she laughed, wrecked and glowing, when Bianca sealed her mouth over her and sucked hard enough to make her cry out again.

“Enough,” Adriana panted, gently pushing Bianca back. Her pussy was swollen, shining, still leaking a little where Bianca hadn’t caught it all. She looked at me. At Vanessa kneeling between my legs with my cock buried in her mouth. Something fierce and tender crossed her face.

She climbed up the bed and off it, unsteady, cum slick on her inner thighs, and came to me. Vanessa didn’t stop sucking. Adriana cupped my face in both hands, thumbs at my jaw, and kissed me deep. Her mouth opened over mine and I tasted her, tasted the salt of the evening, tasted the other men on her tongue where she had licked her own fingers and kissed Sergio’s skin and breathed through being filled. She kissed me like she was giving it to me on purpose. I groaned into her mouth and my hips jerked.

I came hard down Vanessa’s throat. Pulse after pulse, cock kicking against her tongue, and she swallowed every drop, humming, not spilling, her hands firm on my thighs while my wife kept kissing me through it. The orgasm tore up from my balls and emptied me into that willing mouth at the exact moment Adriana’s tongue slid against mine. Vanessa milked the last of it, licked me clean, and sat back on her heels with a wet, satisfied mouth. Adriana broke the kiss just far enough to rest her forehead on mine. We were all panting. Bianca wiped her chin and smiled. Andre and Sergio looked at my wife like they already wanted her again. Someone laughed, soft, and Vanessa whispered that next time she wanted the bed.

I kissed my wife with both of them still on her tongue and knew I would beg to watch it again.