I don't know what got into me, but I came. Even knowing the sinful thoughts I had about her husband, I still did.

Millie had sent me the address, and the party was surprisingly empty. Just Millie, her husband, and a man she said was her husband's friend. Right now we were seated at the dining table having dinner.

"Oh stop," Millie said playfully as her husband's friend tried to feed her with his spoon. I noticed the two were very close, and yeah, the only thing keeping me busy was thoughts of my shitty life, minimum-wage bullshit, how alone I was.

Everything was going okay. My method of not thinking about the BBC of a married man was actually working... up until I felt a hand on my leg. I nearly jumped. When I looked up, Lucan was staring right at me. He winked. I quickly turned to his wife, but she seemed occupied with his friend.

Lucan's hand didn't leave my leg. Instead it slowly dragged up my thigh. I was wearing a long skirt with a matching top, I chose long for a specific reason, but he didn't seem to mind now, and weirdly his touch felt good. Too good.

For a second I closed my eyes as my heart started racing. His hand circled higher, fingers brushing the edge of my panties under the tablecloth.

The table hid everything, but the danger of his wife being two feet away made my clit throb harder than it should have. Then it clicked his wife was literally sitting with us. I stood up fast and excused myself, saying I was headed to the bathroom, the one she'd shown me earlier.

Inside, I went straight for the sink and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wake up from the lust. But the door opened. The person I was both afraid and dying to see stepped in.

"It's occupied, hehe..." I said nervously.

He just looked at me, closed the door behind him, and locked it. I almost moved, but he strode toward me, staring like I was a little kitten he was about to devour. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came again right there.

"I know you feel it too," he said, now standing right in front of me. He brought one hand up and rested it on the side of my face. I tried not to look in his eyes, so I looked down, and there it was. His trousers were bricked up, the thick outline straining against the fabric. I couldn't look away. I could literally see the shape of it through there, heavy and ready. My heart stopped. "You can touch it."

"I..." I wanted to. So I did. I dropped to my knees and felt it through the cloth first, hot, thick, pulsing under my palm. Then, needing to see it for real, I quickly undid his zip and pulled it out. I literally gasped.

It was beautiful. Made my tits ache and go rock-hard instantly. The musky dick smell hit me like a drug. That little visible slit on the tip was already glistening. The pale blue veins stood out even more now, thick and angry as it throbbed in my hand. My heart stopped again.

"Take it," he whispered. I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first. The salty pre-cum taste exploded on my tongue and made me go crazy.

I pushed forward, forcing as much as I could until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard. "Ohh," he groaned, reaching for my head. He guided me, fucking my mouth slow at first, then deeper. It was too huge, my jaw ached, spit ran down my chin, dripping onto my tits as I coughed and sputtered around it.

"Oh my god," I gasped, pulling off for air, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. "It's so big."

"And it will all go in you," he said, voice low and sure. My pussy clenched so hard it hurt. He told me to stand. I did. He looked me up and down. "Little white slut." I wasn't even offended, for this cock I'd be anything. "I love fucking white women," he said, eyes stripping me bare.

Then, without warning, he yanked me closer. I thought it was a kiss, but instead he growled, "Open your mouth." I did. I stuck my tongue out. He spat right on it, thick and warm. I swallowed fast. That filthy act turned me on so much my thighs were slick.

He ripped my top open, and went straight for my boobs, sucking one nipple hard while his big hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. I moaned loud, legs quivering, pressure building fast in my core.

"Ahh." I bit my bottom lip, not able to take it. My whole body was shaking.

"Now tell me," he said against my boob, teeth grazing the nipple, "where do you want me to fuck you?"

I almost screamed 'Right here' because I just wanted him to ram it in and fill me up. But he pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate, my ripped top hanging off me, skirt and panties still on.

"Why not make this even hotter?" he said. I was still lost in the after-feel of his tongue and teeth on my tits. "Why don't I fuck you on my matrimonial bed?"

"That would be... hot," I admitted. Just the thought of him pounding me on the bed he shared with his wife, on their sheets, surrounded by her smell, made me shamelessly wetter.

The wrongness, the taboo of it, had me ready to squirt right there on the bathroom floor. My mind flashed to her perfume on the pillows, her lipstick on the headboard, and how I was about to ruin it all with her husband's cock buried balls-deep in me.

I thought he was joking, until he lifted me up. We were a mess: me topless but still in my skirt, him no trousers but shirt still on. He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and carried me upstairs to their bedroom. While he climbed the steps, I stared down at his back, broad, toned, muscles flexing under his shirt, and it made him even sexier.

We reached the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed. The mattress smelled like both of them, her lotion, his sweat, their sex. Instead of grossing me out, it made my pussy throb harder. I yanked my panties down fast, legs spread, waiting.

"You'll never forget this day," he whispered, unbuttoning his shirt slow, eyes locked on my bare tits and dripping cunt.

He was right. I didn't even want to forget this day. Looking at him, huge black cock bobbing, thick and veiny, ready to wreck me, I was sure this was about to be the best fuck of my life.

But just as I finished that thought, the door opened. Millie stepped in.

I jumped off the bed, scrambling to cover my boobs with my arms, heart slamming. "I swear it's not what it looks like," I blurted the universal lie.

Damn.

Yes, I was aware that last time Millie chose to ignore it. I figured she was a woman without insecurities, but this... there was no explaining this.

"I'm just gonna..." I figured I didn't owe her that much. I mean, I've known the bitch for a few weeks. It wasn't entirely my fault her husband wanted to get into my pants, well, we did more than that, but still, I'm very single. If anything, he's the one who swore to not cheat on her, not me. "I'm gonna-"

"Don't cover your boobs. I love them." I almost tiptoed out of the room when I heard Millie say it. It stopped me. I slowly met her eyes, she wasn't joking. "They must be round, right? What size do you wear?" She asked, now coming toward me. I thought it was a trick until I saw her husband walk to the bedroom bench, pull his shirt off, sit down, and start stroking his cock again.

"W-what's happening?" I nervously asked as Millie circled me. This was very weird.

"Why do you think I wanted to be friends?" she asked. I really had no idea. "I was going to complain to the chef when I saw you bent down trying to get something." She said, and I had no clue what she was talking about.

"I don't understand."

"Truth is..." She smacked my ass so hard the sting radiated long after her hand left. The sharp crack echoed in the room, my cheek burning hot, pussy clenching from the surprise pain mixed with filthy want. "I like your ass."

"So... you wanted someone to do a threesome with?" I asked, somehow getting it. "Aren't you two married?"

"Oh yes we are, and no, we didn't want a threesome." She stopped in front of me. I stayed frozen, still confused. She told me to open my mouth. I did, I don't know why. Then she slid four fingers in. "Look at me." She instructed. She was a bit taller, so I looked up. I imagined she saw my eyes roll back as she pushed deeper, making me gag hard. Then she roughly pulled out, leaving me coughing and drooling.

"My wife is a watcher," Lucan said from the bench, still stroking his cock, it grew thicker, veins popping as he pumped slowly. "And she likes women."

"She's a lesbian," I said, but he shook his head.

"A woman pleaser. She likes watching women get fucked. It's what turns her on. Especially if I'm the one fucking." He revealed. That's when my eyes flew to Millie. She'd stripped out of her dress, now in black lingerie that hugged her curves like sin. She exuded power, sexy, but in a dominatrix way, straight out of porn. She looked like one of those porn stars who own the room.

"I get my pleasure from watching," she said, stopping right in front of me. Then she grabbed my chin. I obediently looked at her, not knowing how to react. Honestly, I'd never seen anything like this, but something in me was teased and I liked the feeling. My nipples were so hard they hurt, pussy dripping down my thighs just from her commanding stare, like she already owned me.

"I'll help you take my husband's cock," she said. I don't know why I nodded, God knows all I wanted was that cock. Then, without warning, she slammed her lips against mine and kissed me. Her tongue teased in and out, sliding deep. It was more pleasurable when I didn't kiss back, she had total control, licking my tongue, biting my bottom lip, hands roaming over my boobs, pinching nipples until I whimpered into her mouth.

"Oh my god, you're so hot," she whispered between kisses, like she was starving for it. "Fuck. I'm about to cum right now." Her fingers slid down into my panties. I closed my eyes, feeling her touch my pussy, she knew exactly where to rub, circling my clit slow then fast. Standing there, my toes curled hard in pleasure, legs shaking.

"Ooh." That was Lucan. I opened my eyes, he was watching us carefully, stroking his own cock faster.

"You can't wait to put it in her tight pussy, can you?" Millie asked, pulling away. Lucan groaned in response. "She's ready," she said. Lucan stood up. I was still catching my breath.

Lucan reached us, grabbed his wife roughly, and kissed her deep. I watched, it was so hot, their tongues tangling in a messy French kiss. My mouth watered just seeing it. After a moment they pulled apart. Lucan looked at me, no words. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing straight up, twitching on its own with every heartbeat.

Millie came back to me and slammed her mouth on mine again, this time full of saliva. She dropped it into my mouth, thick and warm. Then she instructed, "Bend over and suck my husband's cock."

I did, bent at the waist without kneeling. My mouth reached for that huge, heavenly cock. My mouth was already full of her spit, and from the minty taste I could tell she'd collected it from him earlier. The mint mixed with his musky pre-cum on my tongue, dirty, wrong, perfect.

As I took him in, Lucan grabbed my hair, guiding me down slow. Millie knelt behind me. Her tongue suddenly reached between my ass cheeks. I'd never done that before – before I could react or pull away, her wet tongue flicked over my hole, circling, pushing in a little. Shivers shot through my whole body, pussy clenching around nothing.

Then a voice from the door: "Don't start without me?"

I wanted to jump, but I couldn't, Millie had my hips pinned, Lucan's grip on my hair kept me locked on his cock. The voice was clear: Lucan's friend. Evan, if my memory was right, the one I assumed was sleeping with Millie.

"We're just getting started. Come in," Millie said.

First I was overwhelmed with pleasure and didn't think too much about it. Then I felt another hard cock press against my side, thick, hot, same size as Lucan's. "Let me also have her mouth, Lucan," Evan said. Lucan let go. Before I could catch my breath, Evan shoved his cock in my mouth with force. It hit the back of my throat, making those two dangly things gag me hard. Spit poured out, running down my chin.

"That's right," Millie whispered against my ass, her breath hot entering my asshole, sending shivers everywhere. "You'll take my husband and his best friend's cocks."

Two huge black cocks?

My head spun as shame burned my edges, but my pussy was soaked, aching to be filled.

I'm on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag hard. The woman behind me squeezes my boobs until it hurts so good, nipples pinched raw. Her tongue between my ass cheeks, teasing my hole, licking slow circles. No cock has filled my pussy or ass yet, but I'm trembling, dripping down my thighs, seconds from squirting everywhere.

The fact that Lucan and Evan, with their big black cocks, were waiting their turn to fuck me excited me more than anything. And her presence, watching, directing, made it filthier... hotter.

I never knew I craved this so badly. It's like I was rediscovering myself.

About an hour ago I was just begging for even one, and now I had two. It felt like heaven.

As I spit all over Evan's cock, thick strings of saliva dripping down his shaft, Lucan pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me hard. His tongue shoved in deep while his wife ran her hand down my back, slow, like she was memorizing every curve.

I was so filthy that while Lucan kissed me, I imagined him tasting Evan's precum on my tongue. That thought made me whimper. I realized I was a total freak, and I loved it.

Then, while I was bent over kissing Lucan, I felt Evan move behind me. Millie climbed onto the bed next to her husband and watched, eyes glued, as her husband devoured my mouth. She licked her own lips just from watching.

"God, that is so hot," she said, playing with her own boobs, pinching her nipples. Then she joined in. The three of us kissed at the same time, tongues tangling, messy, wet. I couldn't tell whose tongue was whose anymore, just heat, spit, and moans mixing together.

I felt Evan drop lower. His mouth on my pussy now, sucking my clit, lapping up my juices and Millie's leftover saliva. But he didn't stay long like Millie. In a moment his finger teased my entrance, then his huge cockhead pressed against me. He didn't ease in slow. He just forced it, pushing hard. I jumped a little.

"Ahh!" It was mostly pressure, not pleasure yet. My walls clamped tight around the tip.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pulling back and trying again. It barely budged. I was too tight, Kegels and months without sex did that.

"You're so tight, aren't you, little white whore?" Lucan said, holding my chin, forcing eye contact while Evan kept trying to shove in.

"We need some lube then," Millie said. She got off the bed and walked to the nightstand. Lucan's hand stayed on my chin, staring me dead in the eyes as Evan pushed again. I screamed each time he rammed too hard, the stretch burning.

Evan pulled out. Then I felt Millie's fingers, long nails, rubbing cool lube over my pussy lips, working it in. Soon Evan tried again. This time his cock slipped right in, deep, stretching me wide.

"Ahh!" I cried, feeling every thick inch fill me up. No room left. Evan groaned loudly.

Millie knelt in front of me and started slapping my boobs, sharp, stinging slaps that made them bounce.

"Feel that?" she asked seductively. Lucan slammed his mouth back on mine as I moaned. Evan started thrusting, slow at first because his cock was too big. If he forced it faster, it'd hurt him too.

"You like taking my dawg?" Lucan asked against my mouth. I couldn't answer-too much pleasure crashing through me. Millie sucked my tits now, moaning against them like she was the one getting fucked. Evan groaning behind me, pace picking up. Lucan's hand around my throat, rough, kissing me deep. It was all too much. I started shivering.

"Yes, cum for me," Evan said, pounding harder, hands gripping my waist, slamming to the core. I couldn't hold it. I squirted, hard, gushing all over his cock and thighs.

"Ahh!" I cried. "Ahh..." I kept whimpering as my legs gave out. I fell back against Evan. He pulled out slowly.

Millie had cum too, she was on the bed moaning, eyes locked on me, hand between her legs. I didn't get a second to recover. Lucan pulled me with him as he lay back on the bed. I straddled him. Before I could process, he was pushing his own cock into my drenched pussy, wetter than ever from the squirt.

"Oh wow," he groaned as he slowly slipped in. Lucan was slightly bigger, I noticed because even slick, he still struggled a little. I'd regained a bit of control now that I was on top. I watched his face, eyes closed, pure pleasure taking him. "Oooh."

"She's fucking tight, isn't she?" Evan teased from the side. That felt like the hottest compliment. My pussy throbbed harder.

Millie, finished with her own orgasm, knelt on the bed next to her husband, so she was right in front of me. She pulled me in for a kiss.

"You gonna take my husband's cock," she said. Lucan pushed through the last inch. A moan ripped out of me. Millie grabbed my lip again, biting it.

"Oh fuck," Lucan groaned, staying buried deep. Unlike Evan, he let me adjust, slow rolls of his hips. Millie moved from my mouth to French him, hot, sloppy, tongues everywhere. I watched, mesmerized.

"You like her tight pussy, daddy?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, daddy." It was weird hearing them like that, married but so open, but good weird. My pussy clenched around his cock again.

Soon Lucan started moving properly. Then I felt Evan behind me again, his finger teasing my asshole. Before I could react, he started forcing his cock in there.

I gasped. "I've never done that before." Honest. And kind of scared.

"Then you're in for a treat," Millie said, cupping my cheeks like I was a little girl.

"I don't know," I said, but I wasn't totally against it. Just the thought of being double-penetrated gave me chills. My heart hammered, fear and want crashing together as I felt both heads nudging in, stretching places nothing had ever been.

"How do you feel?" Millie asked. The men were too busy groaning and grunting as they slowly thrust in rhythm, Lucan's hands on my boobs, Evan's on my back.

"Good," I muttered between moans. Pleasure building fast.

"I know. I've been between them once too," she said, holding eye contact while I bounced on their cocks. "Don't look away." Her mouth fell open as she moaned with me. Her right hand gripped my chin tight; left squeezed her own boobs.

"Ahh."

"Yes baby, that's it." I couldn't tell who said it, but it was hot. Two men pounding hard and rough, pussy and ass filled completely. Millie kissing me sometimes, moaning like she was the one getting railed. I came hard again, clenching around both cocks. They pulled out for a second, giving me air, then slammed back in. They kept going. This wasn't their first time, they knew exactly what they were doing. I could tell.

"Ah." I was exhausted. If I wasn't mistaken, we'd been at it for about an hour. The men weren't done. They switched, Evan under me now, Lucan on top.

More pounding, more kisses. It went on for another twenty minutes before they both groaned deep. They pulled out fast, Lucan shoving his cock in my mouth, Evan in Millie's.

"Ohh." They groaned in sync, cumming at the same time. Lucan's thick load shot straight down my throat. I swallowed what I could; the rest spilled over my lips.

After unloading, Lucan got off the bed and headed to the small door, the bathroom, I assumed. Evan followed. Now it was just me and Millie.

She fixed her mouth, some of Evan's cum had landed on her cheek. Then she came to me, took my mouth, and we kissed. We swapped their cum for five hot minutes, tongues sliding, tasting each other and them. She licked the drops that fell on my boobs.

Then she pulled back. "You only have ten minutes."

"What does that mean?" I was ready to leave, but part of me wanted to do this again, maybe in a week. Yep. I was about to set the date. Beg if I had to.

"I know them. When they come back, they'll go again. So rest now, this time I'm getting my strap-on." She got off the bed and followed the men, leaving me there.

My whole body was sore, pussy especially throbbing and puffy. I shouldn't want more. But the thought of Millie with a strap-on made my clit pulse again. I got out of bed and walked to the mirror.

My reflection stared back: makeup ruined, hair damp and messy, whole body covered in spit and cum. Lips bruised, pink handprints and scratches all over my skin. Thighs slick with my own squirt and their loads. I shouldn't want to go again... right?

But I tied my hair up in a bun, smiled at myself, and followed them into the bathroom.

I wanted those two cocks in me again. And weirdly, I wanted Millie's strap in me too.

I was truly their white whore, and I didn't have any problem with it.