There is no way I could have known at first. I was facing away from our bedroom door and it just felt like my husband had got in behind me. His hands were cold on my pussy as he slipped his hand between my legs, but I didn't care as I'd been drinking with him and Bobby, my husbands lifelong friend on Bobby's birthday. His fingers felt awesome as he played with my clit and inserted a couple inside me. Moving in closer I felt him put his cock head to my pussy opening and I responded by moving a little to give easier access.
If I had the chance to turn it was then as his cock felt larger, not in length, but thicker than normal. Putting it down to him being extra horny, I backed onto his cock and had him hold my breasts as his arms wrapped around me. Then like a whirl wind, he began to fuck me. It wasn't our usual quiet fuck when we've got guests staying, but again I put it down to him knowing Bobby all his life and having before I came to bed, telling me he wanted to fuck me.
The moment I knew it wasn't my husband fucking me, was when I heard him say "God you're so good". It was Bobby's voice and I knew then the man fucking me wasn't going to stop. Making out I'd not heard him or that I didn't guess the changed voice, I carried on backing onto him as he piston fucked me from behind. No more than five minutes of Bobby ramming his thick cock into me, I came on his cock. He let out a sigh as my pussy tightened around his cock and then seconds later he gripped my hair, tugged me and it backwards and orgasmed up my pussy. His cock pulsed as he let go and I felt every spurt of his semen enter my body.
I lay still and expected him to say something, but as his cock slipped out, he got out of the bed and I heard him enter the bathroom. There was some chatter as he exited and moments later I felt him get back in with me. I spun around to see my husbands face staring at me. As he moved in closer, I felt his hard cock nudge against me. He then he reached down positioned his cock at my pussy hole and pushed in. It must have felt wet to him, but he just carried thrusting into me.
My husband began to kiss me as he fucked my wet hole and I returned the kiss. It was such a passionate kiss, one that said "I live you". I had a little tear role down my cheek. Still kissing me, my husbands cock erupted inside me and I received the second cum load in less than ten mihnutes.
Holding onto each other afterwards, we fell asleep. I was up before both men and had their breakfasts ready when they eventually rose. Bobby didn't say much, only thanked me for breakfast. My husband however thanked me for breakfast and for giving Bobby such a fantastic birthday present. I knew my husband knew about Bobby fucking me, but at the time I didn't want to talk about it. I t wasn't like I didn't enjoy the fuck, because I did. But that's all it was to me, a fuck. A nice one, but all the same it wasn't my husband and it wasn't given with love, only lustful intent.
Bobby gave me a kiss before he left and I felt I should have said something, but he left without any words spoken about our sexual time together. My husband waited until the door closed and then pounced on me. I was bent over the kitchen island, had my panties torn away and had him fuck me like he'd never done before. It was an hour later when we stopped having sex. Sex which was by far the best we'd ever had.
I'm not complaining here, not at all. But it would have been nice to have been let in on his sceme to have Bobby fuck me. Mind you the mornings sex we had the next day was so thrilling, I half want my husband to invite Bobby back around. Especially if I get the same treatment again.