Amateur Wife DP: Hubby & FWB Fill Both Holes with Creampies

Short Factual Introduction
This video falls into the Amateur/Homemade and Threesome categories, featuring a real-life double penetration (DP) scene with a hotwife taking her husband and his friend (FWB) in both her pussy and ass simultaneously. The atmosphere is raw and domestic—shot in a everyday bedroom with shaky camera work, natural lighting, background fan noise, and no professional edits—making it feel like genuine couple exploration rather than scripted porn. Expect messy, intense action leading to double creampies in both holes. Perfect for fans of hotwife/cuckold dynamics, real orgasms, wife sharing, and authentic MILF content where the wife embraces her slutty side while her husband watches and joins in.
Scene Overview
The setup starts innocently enough in a typical suburban bedroom. The wife, a curvy MILF in her late 30s with messy hair and everyday lingerie, lounges on an unmade bed while her husband chats casually with his buddy who’s over for “drinks.” You can hear faint TV noise from the living room and see clothes scattered on the floor—classic homemade vibe.
Tension builds fast as the conversation turns flirty. The husband admits he’s been sharing fantasies about watching her get fucked, and the friend (a fit guy in jeans) doesn’t hesitate. She giggles nervously at first, but soon she’s on her knees sucking both cocks while they stand over her. The camera shakes as the husband films close-ups of her eager mouth switching between them.
Things escalate to the main event: DP. She gets on all fours, husband sliding into her pussy from behind while the friend takes her ass after some lube and slow prep. The men coordinate awkwardly at first—adjusting angles, laughing when positions slip—but once synced, it’s relentless pounding. She moans loudly, begging for more, her body shaking through a genuine orgasm. The scene ends with both guys unloading deep inside her—creampie in pussy from the friend, anal creampie from hubby—cum leaking out as she collapses, satisfied and breathless. Total raw energy, no fake moans, just real couple kink captured on a phone.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah was in the kitchen wiping down counters when Michael texted he was on his way home with his buddy David. It was Friday night, nothing special—just beers and maybe a movie. She’d thrown on an old tank top and yoga pants after work, hair in a loose ponytail, still smelling faintly of the office coffee she’d spilled earlier.
Michael walked in first, tossing his keys on the table. David followed, carrying a six-pack. “Hey babe,” Michael said, kissing her cheek. “David’s staying for a bit.”
Sarah smiled, grabbing glasses from the cabinet. “Cool. Pizza’s in the oven.”
They cracked open beers in the living room, TV droning some sports recap. Sarah sat between them on the couch, legs tucked under. Conversation drifted like always—work bullshit, weekend plans. But Michael kept glancing at David, then at her, with that look she’d seen before. The one that said he’d been thinking dirty thoughts all day.
After the second beer, Michael leaned in close. “You remember what we talked about last week?”
Sarah’s cheeks flushed. They’d fucked after a few drinks, him whispering how hot it’d be to see her take two cocks. She’d laughed it off then, but the idea stuck. Now David was right there, smirking like he knew.
“You serious?” she asked, voice low.
Michael nodded. “Only if you want.”
David set his beer down. “I’m game if you are.”
Sarah bit her lip. Heart pounding. She stood up, grabbed Michael’s hand, then David’s. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, half-laughing, half-horny. Clothes came off fast—her tank top yanked over her head, Michael’s shirt tossed, David’s jeans kicked aside. Sarah dropped to her knees on the carpet. Two hard cocks in her face. She gripped Michael’s familiar shaft first, stroking while she took David’s tip in her mouth. He groaned, hand in her hair.
“Fuck, she’s good,” David muttered.
Michael chuckled. “Told you.”
She switched, sucking Michael deep while jerking David. Spit dripped down her chin. The room smelled like beer breath and arousal. Michael pulled her up, pushed her onto the bed on her back. He spread her legs, slid two fingers into her soaked pussy. “She’s dripping already.”
David climbed on, kissing her neck while Michael ate her out. Sarah arched, moaning into David’s mouth. Fingers weren’t enough. She needed more.
“Want both of you,” she gasped.
They repositioned. Michael lay back, cock pointing up. Sarah straddled him, sinking down slowly. His thick length filled her pussy perfectly. She rocked a few times, getting used to it.
David moved behind her, rubbing lube over her ass. He’d prepped her before with plugs, but this was real. He pressed the head against her tight hole. Sarah tensed.
“Relax, babe,” Michael said, rubbing her clit.
She breathed out. David pushed in inch by inch. The stretch burned, then turned into full, overwhelming pressure. Both cocks buried deep—one in her pussy, one in her ass. She felt stuffed, stretched to the limit.
“Holy shit,” she whimpered.
They started slow. Michael thrusting up gently, David matching from behind. The rhythm was clumsy at first—David slipped out once, they laughed, repositioned. But then it clicked. Hard, steady strokes. Skin slapped against skin. Bed creaked.
Sarah’s moans grew louder. “Fuck me harder.”
Michael gripped her hips, pounding up. David held her waist, slamming into her ass. She felt every inch, the friction insane. Her clit throbbed against Michael’s pubic bone.
“I’m gonna cum,” she panted.
“Do it,” Michael growled. “Cum on our cocks.”
Her orgasm hit hard. Body shaking, pussy clenching around Michael, ass gripping David. She cried out, nails digging into Michael’s chest. Waves rolled through her, legs trembling.
They didn’t stop. Kept fucking her through it. Sweat slicked their bodies. Hair stuck to her forehead.
David groaned first. “Gonna fill your ass.”
“Yes—cum in me,” Sarah begged.
He thrust deep, unloading. Hot spurts flooded her ass. She felt it pulse inside.
Michael followed seconds later. “Fuck—take it, babe.”
His cock throbbed, pumping cum into her pussy. Double creampie—both holes leaking as they slowed.
They stayed like that a moment, breathing heavy. David pulled out first, cum dripping from her ass onto Michael’s thighs. Sarah collapsed forward onto Michael’s chest, giggling weakly.
“Jesus,” she muttered.
Michael kissed her forehead. “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
David grabbed a towel from the nightstand, wiping himself. “That was insane.”
Sarah rolled off, cum oozing out. She lay there, legs spread, catching her breath. The oven timer beeped faintly from the kitchen.
“Pizza’s ready,” she said, laughing.
Michael smirked. “Five more minutes.”
They cleaned up quick—wiped down, pulled on clothes. Sarah fixed her hair in the mirror while the guys grabbed fresh beers. Back to the living room like nothing happened, pizza slices in hand, TV still on.
But she caught Michael’s eye across the couch. That satisfied grin. David’s too.
Next Friday couldn’t come soon enough.