My Best Man

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A boys' night out turns out to be more than first imagined when a wife sets about giving her man a birthday to remember.
Excerpt:

Spencer had an ideal set up for watching the game. He had a large sofa that collapsed out horizontally with a long ottoman that placed to one end of it made it a full king-size bed. With a number of cushions to rest our heads, we were all able to lie down on it and view the match in style.

It turned out to be a bottler and after a few more drops of the golden amber followed by rum chasers we were all in fine fettle when our team won after a very close finish. It was hard to come down from our high and we were ready to party all night. I had been particularly excited about lying with these guys in the nude while it was on and was feeling randy.

Spencer said he had a video that he wanted us to see. His boss had given it to him thinking that Spencer might like to have a peak at it. It was a bisexual porno that his boss apparently had been quite excited about.

Believe me, it was the hottest piece of porno I had seen. These two jocks were getting it off with a secretary in a storeroom of a transport company. She was some saucy chick but the male to male turned me on like nothing I had felt before. I think it must have been all the cock that was on exhibit that really set me off and I wasn't able to stop my arousal from showing.

It was obvious that the other guys were horny as well as all their appendages had swollen. In no time, we were all rubbing ourselves and were in a really hot state. The porno had stirred our hormones and we had fast reached a stage where there would be no holding back. It would be difficult not to take things further.

"Fuck, this is too much," I said stretching my back.

"How much?" Spencer replied.

"Nine inches too much," I suggestively answered.

"You want nine inches?" Spencer temptingly responded.

"Yeah, I want your nine inches," I impulsively called.

"All nine inches?" Spencer groaned as he lubricated his throbbing dick with his precum.

"Yeah, all nine inches," I howled in my inebriated state, the alcohol that I had consumed having let down my defenses.

"Help me fellas. Stretch his legs out so I can fuck his ass," Spencer impatiently cried also with grog inspired voice.

Spencer had such a fucking big cock. I was always envious of it even though mine was eight inches. Seeing the two guys in the porno going hammer and tongs had made me want it so much. I needed to feel what they were feeling. I wanted to groan and moan and experience the same pleasure.

"Give it to me. All nine inches," I yelled as Buck and Spencer lecherously grabbed hold of me.

Angela had fucked me with a strap on and I had had an eight-inch dildo up there but the thought of Spencer shagging me with his nine inches sent me wild. An actual man filling my chasm and taking his pounds worth was the only thing occupying my mind. I was hot to trot and I couldn't get his big cock up there quick enough.

"Oh, give me that cock," I called almost sounding like Angela.

Buck and Ed pushed my legs over my shoulders as I yearned to be rammed. For a moment I sensed how she must have felt as she was about to be taken.

"Do me, Spencer. Take my ass and pound it, " I hollowed.

My legs went tight as they stretched them back and then spread them widely apart. My hole felt so exposed but so accessible for his big dick to penetrate.