I remember the first time I did it, back when Kelly and I were still fresh, her body all soft and inviting after a night of too many drinks. She'd crash out on the couch, skirt hiked up, blouse half-open, and I'd pull out my phone, heart pounding with that dirty rush. Her big tits spilled out as I unbuttoned her top, nipples hard from the cool air. I spread her legs wide, no panties in the way, and zoomed in on her pussy—pink lips parted, a hint of wetness glistening. Snap, snap. Close-up after close-up, her asshole peeking too when I flipped her over. My cock twitched hard in my pants just framing her like that, exposed and helpless.

I fired off the texts to my buddies right then, no hesitation. 'Check this out,' I'd type, attaching the shots. Their replies lit up my screen like fireworks—'Holy shit, dude, she's stacked!' from Mike, 'That pussy looks tight, you hit that yet?' from Jake. One guy even sent back a voice note, breathing heavy: 'Fuck, man, I'd bury my face in that.' I jerked off to their words that night, imagining them stroking to my wife's naked body, every curve and hole laid bare. She never knew, just woke up sore and hungover, pulling her clothes straight while I smirked inside.

A couple years on, and the thrill hadn't faded—it only got sharper. Kelly was hammered again, some house party winding down, her laughter slurring into snores as she slumped against me on the bed. My friend Dave was crashing on the couch, but I caught his eyes lingering on her tits straining against her tight dress. She was out cold, limbs limp, that soft body mine to share. 'Hey, man,' I whispered, nodding toward her. 'Wanna see the real deal? Help me get her naked.'

Dave's grin spread wide, no words needed. We hauled her up between us, her head lolling back, mouth slack. I unzipped her dress from the back, peeling it down over her shoulders. Her bra came next—black lace, easy to snap open—and those perfect tits bounced free, heavy and full, nipples puckering in the room's chill. Dave's hands were on them before the dress hit the floor, squeezing hard, thumbs rolling the stiff peaks. 'Goddamn, these are real,' he muttered, voice thick. Kelly didn't stir, just breathed steady, her pussy already damp under her thong as I tugged it aside.

We stripped her bare, legs splayed on the bed, her wide-open pussy on full display—lips swollen, clit peeking out. Dave dove in like a starving man, mouth latching onto one tit, sucking the nipple deep, teeth grazing just enough to make it redden. He switched sides, slurping loud, while his hand kneaded the other breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I watched, cock throbbing against my jeans, the sight of my unconscious wife getting mauled like that sending jolts straight to my balls. 'Lick her,' I said, voice low and commanding. 'Taste how wet she gets.'

He didn't need telling twice. Dave spread her thighs wider, her pussy gaping now, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her folds, slurping up the juices that leaked out. Kelly's body twitched faintly—instinct, maybe—but she stayed limp, unaware as he sucked her clit hard, then plunged his tongue inside her hole, fucking it in and out. 'Fuck, she's sweet,' he groaned against her, the vibrations making her lips quiver. I stripped my shirt off, palming my dick through my pants, the non-stop wet sounds filling the room, her scent heavy in the air—musky, aroused even in blackout.

Dave pulled back, chin slick with her, eyes wild. 'I need to fuck her, man. Please.' He was already yanking his pants down, his thick cock springing free, veined and leaking pre-cum. I nodded, stepping back to give him room, my own arousal peaking at the edge. He positioned himself, rubbing the fat head along her slit, coating it in her wetness. Then he thrust in—hard, no mercy—burying every inch into her tight pussy. Kelly's body jolted, tits jiggling with the force, but her eyes stayed shut, mouth parted in a silent gasp.

He pounded her relentlessly, hips slamming against her thighs, the bed creaking under them. 'So fucking tight,' he grunted, hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto his cock with each brutal stroke. Her pussy stretched around him, juices squelching out, dripping down to her asshole. I leaned in close, watching his shaft disappear inside her over and over, the raw slap of skin on skin echoing. Dave's breaths came ragged, sweat beading on his forehead. 'Gonna cum,' he begged, voice breaking. 'Inside her—let me fill her up.'

'Do it,' I rasped, my hand now stroking my exposed cock, syncing with his thrusts. 'Pump her full.' He roared low, slamming deep one last time, body shuddering as he unloaded—hot spurts flooding her pussy, leaking out around his base. Kelly's cunt clenched faintly around him, milking it all without her knowing. He pulled out slow, cum oozing from her gaped hole, and I couldn't resist—dipping my fingers in, feeling the warm mess, the thrill hitting me like a drug.

But we weren't done yet. Dave's cock twitched, still half-hard, and Kelly lay there, spent and exposed, her body marked by us both. I glanced at him, already thinking about round two...