This story may be a bit bizarre, at least for my tastes, but true to the last detail. I worked in a machine shop for many years. Like just about every other place there were cliques. I hung out with a group of guys, most slightly younger than myself, and I was in a supervisory position. I was in my late 30's at the time of this event. There was a newbie named Lane who was obviously trying to get in with my friends and I. Lane seemed a bit of a country bumpkin but likable nonetheless.

Lane often bragged about his man cave with its' pool table, bar, killer sound system and multiple TVs. One day he invited me and my best bud, Mark over after work for a couple of beers and some eight ball. Mark and I were a bit skeptical but decided to see if Lane was could be one of "us". We all drove separately and we followed Lane to his place out in the sticks.

Upon entering Lane's house, there was loud music, presumably coming from the basement. When we reached the stairs to the basement, Lane's dog came charging up the stairs to greet his master. The dog, a beautiful chocolate lab, no sooner got to the top of the stairs when Lane's wife, Kelly, loudly called for the dog from downstairs. The dog quickly turned around and barreled back down the stairs. We were a bit perplexed and we followed the dog downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, you made a turn and the basement opened up from there. It was quite impressive. On one side of the room was the pool table with plenty of room all around it. On the other side of the room was a small bar and a TV viewing area. Dividing the bar and TV areas was a large sofa. When we entered the room, we couldn't see either the dog or Kelly. Mark and I were also impressed with Lane's stereo and his choice of music (Frampton was playing loudly).

When we crept forward towards the sofa we could hear loud slurping sounds and slight moans of female pleasure. I remember looking at Lane and he seemed as surprised as Mark and myself. Lane shrugged his shoulders and we crept closer until we could see what was going on.

Lying naked, spread-eagle on the floor, with peanut butter smeared over her tits and pussy, was Kelly. Neither Mark or myself had never met Lane's wife. She wasn't going to win any beauty pageants but I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed. She had shoulder length brown wavy hair surrounding a pleasant face, kind of a "girl-next-door" look. She carried a couple extra pounds but nowhere near enough to be considered overweight. I felt her most fetching feature was her shapely, full hips. Kelly was squeezing her C-cup tits together and the dog was eagerly licking the peanut butter off them.

Kelly did not sense our presence and was definitely enjoying the dog's tongue. Lane seemed to be just as surprised and oddly excited as me and Mark. He showed no sign of interfering with the show. As the dog hungrily lapped at Kelly's tits she was thrusting her pelvis up and down, eager to be fucked.

When the peanut butter had been thoroughly licked off of Kelly's heaving tits, the dog headed for her pussy. It was at that moment when Kelly opened her eyes and finally noticed us watching her. At first she appeared shocked but she also noticed that all three of us were enamored with the show.

"Don't let us interfere dear." Lane finally spoke as the dog was going to town on Kelly's shaved pussy. Kelly immediately went back to enjoying the tongue lashing from the dog. She brought her knees up towards her chest with both hands on the undeside of her thighs, spreading her legs wide. By this time, we had moved past the corner of the sofa so nothing hindered our sight. I wanted to dive in in the worst way but I was unsure of how Lane, or Kelly for that matter, would respond.

Mark and I kept looking at each other, still puzzled but equally turned on. I could tell by his expression that he was thinking the same thing I was. Was this pre-planned? If it were, Lane and Kelly were both excellent actors. I swear Kelly came at least three times before the dog had lapped up every last bit of peanut butter. Each time she came, her entire body shuddered. She clamped her thighs together tightly while letting out a long, low throaty moan, almost a wail.

When the dog had his fill and wandered off, Kelly rolled over and got up on all fours and started crawling towards Lane. Mark and I were standing on opposite sides of Lane. When Kelly reached her husband, she raised up, her sweet ass resting on her calves and reached for Lane's belt.

"I need cock." She cooed as she began undoing Lane's jeans. Kelly slid his jeans and underwear down and began stroking her husband's cock. When she started sucking Lane's cock and began groping both my cock and Mark's through our jeans we both realized we were invited to the party. We both glanced at Lane, who was obviously enjoying the way his wife was working his cock. When he nodded his approval, Mark and I both dropped trou, very clumsily but quickly.

Kelly was alternatively sucking each cock greedily while stroking the other two, never missing a beat. Kelly may not have been a ten, but with a cock in her mouth, she was off the scale. After a short while, Kelly learned back and blurted out "Somebody fuck me. I don't care who. One of you fuckers need to fill my pussy!"

Mark and I helped Kelly to her feet. She went directly to the sofa with her hand wrapped around Mark's long, thick cock, leading him like a dog on a leash. Kelly knelt on the sofa, her ass in the air and her luscious tits pressed against the back of the sofa. Lane and I went to the backside of the sofa so Kelly could play with our cocks as Mark fucked her. Mark exclaimed how tight Kelly's pussy was as he buried his cock inside her. Kelly was sucking my hard throbbing cock and stroking Lane's as Mark began fucking her drenched pussy with a vengeance.

Kelly buried her face in the sofa cushion and had to cease her attention to the two cocks in her face as Mark was fucking her with such ferocity that all she could do was brace herself for the onslaught.

Kelly's screams of delight where muffled by the sofa cushion as Mark finally pulled his cock out of her pussy and began covering her cute, round ass with his cum. I looked towards Lane to see who would be next. "It's your turn Barney. I'll have sloppy thirds after you guys leave.

I went around to the other side of the sofa and grabbing Kelly's supple hips, I flipped her onto her back. Kelly slipped her hands under her soft, silky thighs and spread herself open for me. Kelly's large labia were soaked and a bright pink from hard fucking and the dog's ravid tongue lashings. Lane and Mark were on the other side of the sofa to watch Kelly's erotic facial expressions and her tits bouncing provocatively as I fucked her.

I rubbed my cock between the long, full, meaty lips of Kelly's pussy, coating my huge cock with her juices before plunging in to the hilt. Mark was absolutely correct. Kelly's pussy was incredibly tight, even after the pounding he had given her. I pumped Kelly's pussy with wild abandon, her tits wildly flopped up and down. When Kelly came for the umpteenth time, her pussy was squeezing my cock, almost squirting it out.

I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer, especially with the show Kelly was putting on for me. She would squeeze her full tits tightly together or pull on her long nipples all the while looking into my eyes, urging me on with her sultry gazes. When I felt I was about to shoot my load, I gasped "Where do......you want......my cum?"

Kelly didn't respond. Instead, with my cock still slamming into her hungry pussy, she slid her ass off the edge of the sofa. My cock popped out of her warm, tight, wet pussy. Kelly took hold of my throbbing rod and began stroking it furiously with both hands, her gaping mouth and wet tongue sticking out. That was my target. I shot waves of my cum over Kelly's face, tongue and chin. She tried lapping it up but much of it trickled down and covered her heaving tits.

After we all came back down to Earth, Kelly got us all a beer and said "Who's up for some pool? I'm not putting on clothes so you guys need to lose the rest of yours!".

We ended up shooting pool for a couple of hours. It was such a huge turn on watching Kelly shooting pool. She played the role of slutty wife/hostess perfectly. She gave us some great views, especially leaning over the table from all angles. She also made sure we always had a full beer. Every time she delivered a brew, she spent a few minutes fondling, stroking or sucking our cocks or allowing us to fondle, squeeze, pinch, tease and finger her full, enticingly sexy body.

Mark and I eventually split and knew Lane and Kelly were going to go at it hot and heavy just from the memories we created that day. Lane obviously became a member of our little clique and we always demanded that he host every poker game!