Husband Shares Wife with Friend: Raw MFM DP Double Creampie Threesome

Introduction
This amateur homemade video falls squarely in the wife sharing and hotwife category, featuring a real couple inviting a friend for an intense MFM threesome. The scene delivers authentic double penetration (one in pussy, one in ass) ending with double creampie finishes inside her. Shot in a everyday bedroom setting with shaky cam, natural lighting, and unscripted moments, it captures raw excitement mixed with nervous laughs and heavy breathing. The atmosphere feels genuinely domestic—rumpled sheets, muffled TV in the background, and the thrill of possibly getting caught. Perfect for fans of real amateur content who crave imperfect, passionate encounters over polished porn: couples exploring sharing, cuckold/hotwife enthusiasts, and viewers into MILF bodies with big natural tits getting double-teamed and filled.
Scene Overview
The video opens with a casual evening at home turning into something much hotter. The husband and his buddy have been drinking beers on the couch while the wife—a curvy MILF with big natural tits—finishes up in the kitchen. She’s wearing a simple tank top and shorts, hair messy from the day. Conversation drifts to past fantasies, and the husband casually suggests his friend join them in bed. No long buildup; it’s direct and real. She giggles nervously but agrees, leading them to the bedroom.
Things start with her sucking both cocks, alternating while they stand over her. The men take turns fucking her missionary and doggy, building up sweat and moans. The core action hits when they position for DP—she rides one guy reverse cowgirl while the other slides into her ass from behind. It’s clumsy at first, with adjustments and “go slow” whispers, but soon they’re pounding in rhythm. The camera catches close-ups of stretched holes, glistening skin, and her tits bouncing wildly. Both guys finish inside her—one in her pussy, one in her ass—leaving creamy loads dripping out as she lies there catching her breath. The video ends abruptly with them laughing and cleaning up, keeping that genuine amateur feel. Total runtime feels unedited, emphasizing the excitement of a real shared experience rather than choreographed perfection.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah had just loaded the dishwasher when Michael walked in with his old college buddy, David. It was a Friday night, nothing special—kids at grandma’s, pizza boxes on the counter, some sports recap droning on the living room TV. Michael cracked open another beer and handed one to David.
“Long week, man,” Michael said, clinking bottles. Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled. She liked David; he was easygoing, always complimented her cooking.
She wiped her hands on a dish towel and leaned against the counter. “You two gonna sit here all night talking about fantasy football?”
Michael grinned, eyes flicking to David then back to her. “We were actually talking about something else.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. They’d joked about this before—fantasies in bed, half-drunk whispers about bringing someone else in. She never thought it’d actually happen. But tonight the air felt different.
David shifted, looking a little flushed. “He said… you might be cool with it.”
Sarah laughed, nervous. “You’re serious?”
Michael stepped closer, hand on her hip. “Only if you are, babe.”
She bit her lip, glancing between them. Her heart hammered. “Fuck it. Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, clothes coming off in a messy trail. Sarah’s tank top hit the floor first, her big natural tits spilling free. Michael groaned, palming one roughly while David watched, already hard in his jeans.
She dropped to her knees on the carpet. Michael’s cock was out first—she wrapped her lips around him, sucking slow and deep. David unzipped, stroking himself while she switched over. Two cocks in her face felt surreal, hot. She gagged a little when David pushed deeper, saliva dripping down her chin.
“Goddamn,” David muttered.
Michael pulled her up, tossing her onto the unmade bed. Sheets smelled like last night’s sex and laundry detergent. He spread her legs, burying his face in her pussy. She was soaked already. David knelt beside her head, feeding her his cock again. She moaned around him while Michael licked her clit, fingers sliding inside.
“Need you both,” she gasped when Michael pulled back.
They didn’t waste time. Michael lay back, pulling Sarah on top. She sank down onto his cock, grinding slow at first. David moved behind her, rubbing lube over her ass—he’d grabbed the bottle from the nightstand like they’d planned this.
“Easy,” she whispered as the head of his cock pressed against her hole.
It took a minute. She winced, then relaxed as he inched in. Full didn’t cover it—two cocks stretching her, barely any room to move. Michael held her hips steady while David pushed deeper.
“Fuck… so tight,” David grunted.
They found a rhythm eventually. Michael thrusting up, David pulling back. Skin slapped skin, wet and loud. The bed creaked like it might break. Sarah’s tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard. Sweat slicked their bodies; she could smell Michael’s cologne mixed with sex and beer.
“Harder,” she begged.
They obliged. David gripped her shoulders, pounding her ass while Michael drove up into her pussy. She came first—hard, shaking, clenching around both cocks. Her moans turned into sharp cries.
Michael went next. “Gonna cum… fuck…” He bucked up, unloading deep in her pussy. Hot spurts filled her.
David wasn’t far behind. A few more rough thrusts and he groaned, pumping his load into her ass. She felt it—warm, thick, mixing with the mess already there.
They stayed locked like that a second, breathing heavy. Then David pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from both holes, dripping onto Michael’s thighs. Sarah collapsed forward onto Michael’s chest, laughing breathlessly.
“Holy shit,” she panted.
Michael kissed her forehead. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Really okay.”
David chuckled, grabbing a towel from the floor. “That was… intense.”
Sarah rolled off, wincing a little as cum trickled out. She sat up, tits still heaving. “Oven timer might go off soon. Pizza’s probably cold.”
Michael laughed. “Priorities.”
She swatted him playfully, reaching for her shorts. David pulled his jeans back on, looking dazed but grinning.
The TV still mumbled in the living room. Neighbors probably heard nothing—or everything. Didn’t matter.
Sarah glanced back at the bed, sheets wrecked, then at the two men. “Next time… maybe warn me so I can shave my legs.”
They all cracked up. Just another Friday night.