Chapter 2 — Three Becoming One - Part 1 (2)

I struggled to suppress the urge to plunge into Sarah’s wetness right then and there, but instead, I helped her up and led her to the bathroom together.

I was acting as if she were my wife.

After placing a shower cap on her head, I gently guided her into the bathtub. She fidgeted, embarrassed, but I carefully lathered every inch of her body with soap.

Then, after soaping myself, I stood and pulled her close, rubbing our bodies together.

James sat on the closed toilet lid, staring at us with a dazed expression, but I was no longer aware of his burning gaze—I was consumed by the sight of her pale, smooth skin.

When I gently scrubbed the most intimate part of her with my hand, she tilted her head back and moaned.

As my fingers touched her anus, she flinched and tried to pull away, but I turned her around and carefully cleaned the area with a piece of soap.

After James’s wife adjusted the water temperature, we both rinsed off the suds.

James handed me a bath towel, then used another to dry his wife’s body. At that moment, they exchanged a silent, prolonged glance—a look I knew I would never forget.

It felt like a quiet acceptance, a mutual surrender masked by tension.

His wife walked ahead into the bedroom. “Wait a moment,” she said softly. “I’ll call you soon.”

Standing there naked and foolish, I was handed a glass of whiskey by James, who quickly finished his own shower and joined me with a drink in hand.

I broke the short, tense silence awkwardly.

“She’s really sexy once she’s naked…”

James burst out laughing. “Yeah? Then go ahead—knock our wife out tonight.”

“……”

“Don’t be nervous. Do whatever you want, freely. Got it?”

Then Sarah’s soft voice came from the bedroom.

“Miran’s dad~. I’m ready.”

James and I walked in, glasses in hand.

Thick curtains were drawn over the large window.

His wife had lightly put on makeup and sat on the oversized bed, covered only by a thin sheet.

It was the first time I’d seen that bed—so large it dominated the room. James, ever the joker, said, “Nice bed, huh? It’s made for three.”

When I hesitated, James pushed me from behind onto the bed, then quickly brought over a chair and sat in the corner.

“Now it’s your time,” he said gently.

I felt overwhelmed by the bedroom’s atmosphere—intimate, charged with the unspoken history of a married couple. My body grew hot.

I downed the rest of my whiskey, walked to his wife, sat beside her, and pulled her into a deep kiss, pouring the alcohol from my mouth into hers.

She tried to turn her head with a soft “Mmmph,” but I gripped the back of her head and kept kissing her.

I knew she got drunk easily—even from a sip.

After we parted, I glanced back, aware of James. He quickly looked away.

I pulled the sheet off and tossed it to the floor. His wife lay naked, eyes closed, legs pressed together.

Her face was flushed—whether from the alcohol or shame, I couldn’t tell—and she gently bit her lower lip.

She looked so womanly, I kissed her again, then sat beside her, running my hands over her breasts, stomach, arms, and between her legs. I could feel how tense she was.

I caught the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of a mature woman. Starting from her toes, I licked her entire body, acutely aware of James’s burning gaze.

I moved up the soft flesh of her inner thighs and slipped my tongue into the slit of her womanhood, working her slowly, thoroughly. She cried out in torment, cresting through several small, shuddering climaxes.

I noticed James had moved closer, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable.

I turned her over and licked around her hips, then used both hands to spread them and pressed my tongue against her anus. Sarah cried out sharply, “No!” and twisted her body.

I flipped her back over, licked her smooth back and shoulders, then whispered softly into her ear.

“Sarah… Just tonight. Let me do whatever I want.”

For a long while, I used my fingers to stimulate her womanhood while I pleasured her most shameful place—the anus—with my tongue.

She breathed heavily, aroused. Later, I’d learn this was her first anilingus.

I hesitated slightly about whether I should go down on her, but then I brought my erect penis to her lips—lightly coated with lipstick.

She glanced at her husband. When James gave a small nod, she lifted her face and took me into her mouth.

As James watched his wife lick and suck my shaft, his expression turned breathless. His hand moved rapidly up and down his own cock.

After receiving her ministrations for a while, I slowly pulled out of her mouth. She opened her eyes, glanced at me, then briefly at her husband.

More excited than embarrassed, she looked like a beautiful, ready bitch now.

Her womanhood was soaked with saliva and arousal—my fingers slipped easily inside.

After briefly loving her slit with my tongue and lips, I climbed on top of her, lying back, and settled my weight over her.

I usually started in missionary, but for James’s sake, I lifted her legs with both hands and attempted penetration.

James now sat right beside the bed, leaning in, watching closely.

After slipping at her entrance two or three times, I felt fingers guiding my cock—and to my shock, it was James.

He inserted my penis into his wife’s body.

His action electrified me, driving me to take her roughly.

The room filled with my heavy breathing and her pained moans.

To impress her husband more, I lifted only one of her legs as I thrust, and James reached in again, fingers pressing into her slit, feeling my cock move inside his beloved wife.

Even burdened by the awareness of her husband’s gaze, I moved through familiar motions, forcing Sarah into various positions, claiming her body freely.

Occasionally, I kissed her, and when our eyes met, she didn’t look away—she stared back with burning eyes.

Sarah seemed even more aroused by the sight of her own expressions and actions reflected in her husband’s fiery gaze.

I turned her onto her side, facing James, then entered her from behind.

It was a position that exposed their union even more vividly to him.

Sarah hesitated, facing her husband directly, but when he reached out and touched the spot where another man’s cock was joined with her, she gasped, “Ah…,” her face flushing.

Lying on my side, I embraced James’s wife from behind, feeling the softness of her breasts in my hand as I made love to her.

I was supposed to keep her to myself until I came, but James seemed to be struggling—his eyes widened as he stroked himself.

Seeing him like that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I flipped back to missionary, thrust a few final times, then buried my cock deep inside her and came.

After climaxing, I stayed inside her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

As I slowly withdrew, her spread legs revealed her glistening entrance, soaked with my semen.

I stepped aside. Without giving her time to clean up, James took a deep breath, then climbed on top of her.

He touched her slit, slick with his own wife’s fluids and my cum, then entered her—into the wetness soaked with my seed.

Looking down at his wife’s flushed face, his cock began moving powerfully.

Sarah, held by her husband, quickly reached climax, moaning loudly in torment.

James didn’t last long—he was too excited—but his wife climaxed higher than she ever had with me.

And when James reached his moment, his wife seemed to peak again as well.

Afterward, James kissed her deeply, passionately—holding her as if refusing to leave even a sliver of space between them. Watching them, I truly felt they were a couple in love.

When James got off Sarah and lay beside her, I lay next to her and reached between her legs.

James had come heavily.

As I slowly ran my hand over her, James brought over more whiskey with ice, and the three of us rested on the bed for a while.

James asked his wife, “How was it?”

Sarah’s face turned red. “I don’t know,” she murmured.

After we both came back from the bathroom, James quietly spoke to his wife about things he wanted to try with me.

She seemed to have washed up—now unbothered by being naked in front of me.

We laid her in the center again, and I caressed her body, my hands often meeting James’s.

Sarah lay with eyes closed, surrendering her body to both her husband and me. When James whispered something in her ear, she opened her eyes, pushed him away, and firmly said, “No.”

I realized it was about anal sex.

James climbed over her and kissed her deeply, then whispered again.

“I love you.”

A moment later, he continued.

“We’ve talked about it so much… Just once… Let’s do it.”

“James, please… I really can’t.”

“It’s okay. He really likes it—he even licked it earlier.”

“Aaah… I really can’t.”

“You just stay still. We’ll handle everything.”

“I said no.”

James lay on the opposite side and pulled my hand, placing it on his wife’s breast.

I felt the soft, pliant flesh, then lowered my head and sucked her nipple like a baby.

James bent down and began sucking the other breast.

We both caressed her arms, feet, and legs at the same time, loving every inch of her body with hands, lips, and tongues.

We took turns licking Sarah’s petals, then I entered her again from above.

After watching for a moment, James placed a cushion under his wife’s shoulders, then knelt and inserted himself into her mouth.

I could perfectly see his cock moving in and out of his wife’s mouth. After a short while, James pulled out, and naturally, we switched places.

Without hesitation, Sarah gently took my cock in her hand, licked the tip with her tongue, then began moving her tongue and lips up and down the shaft.

I couldn’t help moaning, “Ah…”

James didn’t look away—not even for a second—while his wife sucked and licked my cock.

He kept moving his hips slightly inside her, but his focus was entirely on the scene between me and his wife.

Sarah lovingly pleasured me, not avoiding her husband’s fixed gaze—she met it openly.

I was too aroused, so I pulled out. James followed, breaking their connection. When his wife looked at him with doe-like eyes, he wiped her lips with his finger and kissed her tenderly.

Seeing that, I was suddenly reminded—deep in my chest—how much they truly loved each other.

Not knowing what else to do, I buried my face between her legs and kissed her petals again.

I caught a faint trace of male scent from her, but it didn’t bother me.

Soon, Sarah began gasping in short, sharp breaths as she received my attention while held in her husband’s arms.

James gently pushed her shoulder to lift her head, then moved her aside and laid me down.

He helped his wife straddle me, sitting on top.

She didn’t resist, but I sensed her slight embarrassment at the position—and it excited me more.

Sarah missed the entrance a couple of times, so James reached behind and guided my cock into his wife once more.

Then he made her lean back, or lean forward so her chest pressed against mine—directing us both.

Looking up at Sarah’s composed yet sexy expression twisting in discomfort, I thrust roughly, almost bouncing her off me.

She moved with practiced ease—clearly familiar with this position.

It was another moment I was reminded she was a married woman.

James turned her again, wrapping his arms around her so her face pointed toward my feet. As our connection broke, he helped reinsert me.

Then he laid her on top of me, her back against my chest.

In that position, James supported his weight on his arms and began licking his wife’s body.

His tongue and lips moved from her face and neck, lingered on her breasts, then down her stomach to her inner thighs. Sarah trembled in arousal.

As I carefully moved my hips, stimulating her secret place, James moved down to her feet, then back up past her knees to her womanhood.

Then he did something completely unexpected—he pressed his lips to his wife’s petals, still joined with me.

Sarah froze and twisted her body, but the penetration didn’t slip out. Instinctively, I pulled her tighter.

“No… Ah… I don’t want this…”

“…………”

“Honey, please…”

I held her even tighter, moving slowly, while James continued gently licking his wife’s clit and labia.

Her breathing grew ragged as she climaxed, but neither I nor her husband stopped. Her moans turned into something like sobs.

We separated without me climaxing, resting briefly. We were all intensely aroused, and Sarah’s eyes were streaked with tears.

James gently brushed her messy hair aside and whispered about anal sex again. She glanced at me, then looked embarrassed, hesitated, and finally gave a reluctant nod.

To be honest, I’d never experienced anal sex before that night, so I was slightly anxious about what to do.

James had her kneel on hands and knees, then motioned me behind her.

Sarah obeyed her husband’s wishes. Kneeling behind her, I saw her pale, round buttocks and her wet, secret folds fully exposed.

Her embarrassment drove me wild—I felt like my chest would burst. At that moment, she wasn’t just my friend’s wife—she was a sensual body granted to me.

As I attacked from behind, following James’s lead, he knelt in front of her face, inserting himself into her mouth. Then he changed position, lying beneath her in a 69, facing upward.

As Sarah continued pleasuring her husband’s cock with her tongue and lips, James looked up from directly beneath her.

It was the perfect angle to watch our union most clearly—and eventually, it became one of James’s favorite positions.

While gazing up at the intense view, he touched the entrance with his fingers, feeling my cock move in and out of his wife’s body.

At first, his actions made me uneasy, but later, they only heightened my arousal. Sarah later confessed, after that night, that she felt an unbearable thrill from feeling her husband’s gaze and touch on that spot while united with me.

After a while, I pulled out to delay climax, and James stood up, taking my place to make love to Sarah.

Then he pulled something out from the stand drawer beside the bed—soon, I realized they were items they used for anal sex.

James put on a condom and generously applied lube to his cock.

Then he lubed a thin, dildo-like toy, narrower than a pinky and about four inches long.

Finally, he applied lube to his wife’s anus, gently stimulating the entrance before carefully inserting it.

As he moved the toy in and out or rotated it, Sarah seemed to be trying to relax.

After a while, James gripped his cock, shook it back and forth, then pressed it against his wife’s anus, gently rubbing to begin entry.

He easily inserted the head, then slowly moved in and out, gradually pushing deeper, inch by inch.

I shifted carefully and lay beneath Sarah, attempting to enter her womanhood.

It was the moment James had repeatedly described.

He had prepared for this—deliberately having many anal experiences with his wife, imagining this very scene.

As I entered her, I could feel James’s cock through her vaginal wall—a strange, indescribable sensation.

James felt it too. As he sensed my penetration, he exhaled a long, deep groan from deep in his throat.

Afraid my thrusting might hurt her, I stayed still inside her while James fully entered and began gently moving through his wife’s most shameful tunnel.

Soon, James and I naturally synchronized our rhythm, loving his wife together.

Sarah showed extreme arousal—her moans were tormented, desperate, her hot breath coming in broken gasps.

As I held her shoulders and caressed her breasts while thrusting, I desperately wanted to penetrate her from behind—but I didn’t have the courage to say it.

When James pulled out and said, “Switch,” my heart leapt with joy—so much that both husband and wife seemed to read my expression, and I felt slightly embarrassed.

I put on the condom James handed me, lubed up, and carefully pressed against Sarah’s anus.

Her tunnel was already well open, and I entered without difficulty.

It was my first anal sex experience.

Feeling her tight passage gripping my cock, I slowly moved, savoring every new, intense sensation.

James, now condomless, felt the movement of my cock through his wife’s thin vaginal wall, and groaned—a sound between ecstasy and agony.

Soon, I neared climax and whispered to James, “Almost there.”

“Wait a sec…” he said, then began moving violently beneath her.

Even though I’d stopped thrusting, I was still stimulated by the motion of Sarah’s pale buttocks.

His wife was already crying out in tormented moans from climax after climax. I couldn’t hold back any longer and came—too excited to last longer, which I regretted.

When I pulled out, her anus stayed wide open for a few seconds before closing—a truly arousing sight.

A moment later, James shuddered, frozen, then came.

I removed the condom, wrapped it in tissue, and tossed it into the trash by the bed.

The condom reeked of feces, and I finally understood the shame Sarah must have felt.