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My Best Friend Stayed With Us After Her Divorce and We All Crossed the Line — 2

She needed to feel wanted again, so I watched my husband stretch and fill her, then licked his thick cum straight from her freshly fucked pussy.

After I whispered those words, Sarah's breath touched my lips.

The living room was smaller, hotter, full of wine and something more sinister.

Mark was sitting across from her, his hand on the back of the couch, his fingers resting on her shoulder.

There was a long pause as no one moved.

Then Sarah looked at me, her blue eyes glassy and searching.

“You're fine with this?” she whispered.

I slowly nodded, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my throat.

I want you to feel wanted again, I trust Mark, I trust us.”

Sarah looked my husband's way.

Mark didn’t rush.

He raised his hand and softly touched a strand of blonde hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheek.

“If you want it, Sarah, no pressure.”

She let out a shaky laugh, then leaned in and kissed him.

It started soft — hesitant.

They tested their lips, they met them carefully.

Then Sarah sighed softly into his mouth and the kiss grew deeper.

I sat in awe as my best friend's tongue entered my husband's mouth.

Mark's hand went to the back of her neck and he pulled her closer.

I saw it and it was a hot flash between my legs.

Not jealousy.

Pure, filthy arousal.

I advanced toward her, pushing my body against her back.

My hands were on her hips as I kissed her neck.

She shivered between us, and gave a soft whimper when Mark's other hand moved to her thigh, slowly sliding up under the hem of her little sleep shorts.

When they parted ways, Sarah said, “Fuck.”

“It's been a long time since I got treated like this.”

You're safe here, I whispered at her ear, my fingers slipping under her tank top and touching her bare skin.

“Make us feel good, let us.”

I explored, Mark kissed her again, harder this time.

I pulled her tank top up slowly, exposing her full breasts.

Her nipples were already hard.

I cupped one, rolling the stiff peak between my fingers.

Sarah arched into my touch, a needy moan.

Mark pulled away from the kiss and glanced at her boobs.

“Goddamn, Sarah, these are beautiful.”

He bent down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and squeezing the other with his hand.

My shoulder was pressed against Sarah's head, which was leaning back, and she was breathing heavily.

I put my hand down her belly and into her shorts.

She did not have a pair of panties on.

My fingers had found her pussy already wet and my fingers were slick with the heat as I rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles.

“Oh shit… Mia…” she gasped, hips rolling against my hand.

You're dripping, I whispered, kissing her neck.

“So fucking wet for him.”

Mark lowered her panties down her legs, revealing her to be totally naked between us.

He spread her legs apart, looking at her glistening pussy.

“Oh look at that pretty cunt,” he grumbled.

“Left unattended for too long.”

He knelt in front of the couch, grabbed her ass to the edge and buried his face between her legs.

The second his tongue dragged through her folds, Sarah cried out.

He licked her tight hole up to her clit, sucked the swollen nub between his lips, and then pushed his tongue inside her, with long, hungry strokes.

I held her back and kissed her deeply, while my husband was eating her cunt.

I felt the vibrations of Sarah's body as Mark licked and sucked in my mouth, his tongue obscene, his voice moaning.

I squeezed her nipples, rolling them hard and he was inserting two thick fingers into her pussy, rolling them against her g-spot.

I'm about to come," she whispered against my lips.

“Fuck, I'm so close now.”

Mark sucked her clit harder and faster, pumping his fingers.

As Sarah came hard, she held her thighs to his head, and let out a broken cry on his tongue, gushing.

He continued to lick her through each spasm, drinking her juices until she was trembling and oversensitive.

Finally, when he pulled back, his chin was slick with her cream.

He rose to his feet, cock straining against his pants.

Sarah instinctively reached out to him, grasping his bulge.

“It is necessary for me,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

“Please.”

Mark looked at me.

I nodded my head, clenching my lips.

“Give it to her, baby.”

He took his thick cock out.

Sarah’s eyes widened.

She wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked him slowly, and then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

I watched my best friend take my husband's dick in her mouth, her lips stretched around his girth, her tongue rolling around his head, sucking him deeper and deeper with wet slurping noises.

Mark grumbled as he gently guided her, one hand in her hair.

I couldn't keep my hands off the steering wheel.

I took off my clothes and knelt down next to her on the couch.

I leaned over her and kissed her when she pulled over to catch her breath and tasted Mark's pre-cum on her tongue.

Then I sucked his dick too as she licked the side of his dick.

“Fuck, you two look so hot together,” Mark grumbled, as he watched us fuck his dick.

We took turns sucking him, passing his thick cock back and forth, licking him, slurping him, kissing each other around the head.

Sarah was excited, she was hungry, she was desperate to please.

I loved seeing her like this again, when confidence was restored with each moan she drew from my husband.

Finally, Mark hauled us up.

He placed Sarah over his arm on the arm of the couch with her legs spread wide.

I sat in front of her so she can place her head on my thighs while he lined up his cock.

“Tell me you want it,” he said, rubbing the fat head up and down her soaked slit.

“Take my dick, Sarah,” she whined.

“Fuck me Mark, please.”

He pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust.

Sarah gasped loudly, her fingers digging into my thighs as he stretched her open.

Mark groaned at how tight she was, gripping her hips and starting to fuck her with long, steady strokes.

I stroked her hair, watching my husband’s thick cock disappear into my best friend’s pussy over and over.

The wet slapping sounds mixed with Sarah’s moans.

I leaned down and kissed her deeply while he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her clit.

“You feel so good,” Mark grunted.

“So fucking wet and tight.”

Sarah came again like that — face buried between my thighs, moaning into my pussy as her body shook.

Mark kept pounding through her orgasm, then pulled out suddenly, breathing hard.

“I’m close,” he warned.

I looked at Sarah.

“You want him to cum inside you?”

She nodded frantically.

“Yes.

Fill me up.”

Mark slammed back in and fucked her deep and fast.

Seconds later he buried himself to the balls and unloaded, groaning as he pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her pussy.

Sarah moaned loudly, another small orgasm rippling through her as she felt him flooding her.

When Mark finally pulled out, a thick glob of his cum leaked from Sarah’s stretched hole.

I couldn’t resist.

I pushed her onto her back on the couch, spread her legs wide, and lowered my face between her thighs.

The sight of my husband’s cum dripping from my best friend’s freshly fucked pussy made my own cunt throb.

I licked her slowly at first — dragging my tongue through her messy folds, tasting the salty mix of her juices and Mark’s thick load.

Sarah whimpered, hands in my hair as I buried my tongue inside her, scooping out more cum and swallowing it.

“Fuck, Mia… you’re actually eating his cum out of me,” she moaned, hips rolling against my face.

I sucked gently on her clit while pushing two fingers into her cum-filled pussy, fucking the rest of Mark’s load out onto my tongue.

I licked and sucked every drop, moaning at the filthy taste, my own pussy dripping down my thighs.

Mark watched us, his cock already twitching back to life.

That night was only the beginning.

We didn’t stop until the early hours — touching, tasting, exploring each other in every way that felt right.

Sarah slept between us that night, her body marked with our hands and mouths.

The next morning, none of us regretted a single second.

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