Pregnant Pussy Pt. 01

Part 1 -- This is first part of the third instalment of our tale, following on from Primal Instinct, and Playing Away. Here we return to Freya and Dan, who we first met in Primal Instinct Pt 07. You may wish to read that first. Or not. Everyone involved is of legal age. Comments welcome.

Welcome back. I'm Jim, a true Scot, and Tishy is my prim and proper English wife. Well, perhaps not so prim and proper these days, as you'll soon see.

After our holiday in England, we were very quiet for a few days. I think we both had a lot to take in. Pregnant -- who'd have thought it? -- we were going to be mummy and daddy. Quite something.

Perhaps I should explain that I'm a few years older than my wife Tishy. When we first met, she was only 18, and I felt a lot older than her, but by now it hardly seems to matter. Even so, I'd often wondered whether she saw me as a kind of father figure -- her dad died when she was small, so she hardly knew him.

After we were married, she really wanted kids, but somehow it never happened. I'd always assumed this was my fault -- that I was too old, or my short stubby dick never got deep enough, or something. Yet here we are. I felt so damn chuffed -- I'd finally done it!

Anyway, the baby was due around Christmas. The doctor had confirmed what Tishy said -- she was already 12 weeks on, which meant that she must have got pregnant very soon after our fateful evening with Richard, or Dick, as my wife calls him -- but long before Andrew and Euan, or the Wank Club boys who banged her on holiday.

Just in case you were wondering, I'd told her the truth about Richard being snipped. Looking back, it's difficult to see why I hadn't told her already at the time -- right after he'd shot his load deep inside her. She must have been terribly worried she might be pregnant -- or perhaps excited? -- but even so, nervous about how I'd react. In any event, the baby had to be mine -- there was no other explanation.

I think in retrospect I hadn't wanted Tishy to know how I'd found out about Richard. Truth is... I'd been wanking with him in the showers at the gym. We never touched each other or anything -- it was just good to get off together. We started wanking soon after he first got to play with Tishy's tits -- he'd talk about it, and we'd both get turned on. He had the biggest prick I'd ever seen. I guess I also wanted to get to know him better -- if he was going to be getting it on with my wife.

On this particular occasion, I'd come first and then he'd spurted in a huge arc, high in the air, some of which had landed on me! Which was fine, because in the shower it washes straight off, no problem. He usually came a lot -- in fact we were quite competitive, to see who came most. I was laughing. "Well," I said, "That was a huge load, mate."

"Yea -- I really needed to get off."

"What you need is a girlfriend with big knockers and a nice tight cunt," I said, rather crudely. "Then put lots of little babies in her."

"Not much danger of that," he said, "Not anymore, anyway."

"Why ever not? -- you have enough cum in there to father an entire orphanage."

"I got snipped," he said simply.

"Oh," I said, rather taken by surprise. "Why on earth did you do that?"

"Well, a few years back I got this girl pregnant, and she had to have an abortion. After that she insisted I have it done. It was all quite traumatic -- she was really upset -- so it felt like the least I could do."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be -- it is what it is. Funny thing is, we finished a few months after that -- she said it just wasn't the same."

"Well, at least you won't have to worry about knocking up girls anymore," I said, remembering the awesome sight of his huge stiff prick, balls deep in my wife, pumping her full of cum. At the time I'd thought -- well, how could she not be pregnant after all that? Now I knew -- he was firing blanks.

His long soft prick swung gently between his legs, water from the shower running down it and off the end in a stream. It was truly magnificent.

"So, how is your Tishy?" he asked. "It'd be great to have my dick between those fantastic knockers of hers again. Like that time at the beach." And he grinned.

"Oh, that was great," I said, actually thinking of his swollen crimson knob sliding between her flushed red lips. That was how it had all started -- with my perverted desire to watch her suck a really big dick. "You should come around again..."

"I'd like that... but I thought you said she didn't want to see me -- after last time, when I went too far...." he said, trailing off.

"Well, that's a quite a while ago, now," I replied -- "Perhaps she'll have had second thoughts..." Particularly considering all the dicks she'd enjoyed since then, I thought -- she really had become quite obsessed. And, truth be told, I liked it too.

With this happy thought, I played with my own dick a bit as we finished showering -- perhaps Tishy really would eventually change her mind about seeing Richard? I'd love to see her sucking on him again... and perhaps taking it up her. I liked Richard.

All that was before our holiday. And now she was pregnant -- and amazingly it was mine -- I'd knocked her up, with my fat little prick! It made me feel pretty good about myself -- who needs Dick? It shows that size isn't everything... Still, I wished my prick was as fine as his.

"Jim," my wife said one evening. We'd been watching TV on the sofa -- David Attenborough. It made us feel quite frisky -- there was a particularly nice scene of a lion mounting a lioness, his hips thrusting into her. "I hope you don't mind too much.... About what happened with the Wank Club." She'd clearly been following my train of thought.

"Not at all," I said -- "I enjoyed it -- it was fun. I think those boys enjoyed it too."

"But I completely lost control -- I behaved like such a slut."

"Why?" I said simply. "It all felt so natural."

"Yes," she said, "it was. Perfectly natural. But even so, that's not how married women should behave -- I just let them use me -- all of them, one after the other. Mounting me like animals. Like I was a bitch in heat."

"Do you think about it a lot?" I asked, curious.

"All the time," she said -- "Like I can still feel their cum dribbling down my thighs."

"Does it turn you on? -- to think about it," I asked, rubbing my hand gently between her legs.

"Yes," she said softly. "But I feel so ashamed."

"No need for that," I said -- "It turns me on too -- and I'm not ashamed." She felt my prick through my pants.

"Dirty old man," she said, smiling.

She went quiet for a while, thoughtful. "Do you think you'll still want me, now I'm pregnant -- I'll get so fat!"

"Of course," I replied, surprised -- "In fact I can't wait -- pregnant women are so sexy." And I ran my hand over her bare tummy, under her top. There was already a slight swelling -- she was fatter than she was -- her tummy had always been so flat.

"My boobs will get all saggy," she said.

"Don't be silly," I said -- "Your tits will always be splendid." And I slid my hand higher to give them a squeeze through her bra.

"You were quite the animal yourself too." I looked at her quizzically. "On holiday, with Mary, I mean," she explained -- "I don't think I've ever seen you so... worked up."

"Oh, that," I said dismissively. "I was just trying to give her what she wanted." In truth, I was a little ashamed of the last night with Mary -- like I'd taken advantage of her vulnerability.

"I think she really wanted her daddy," said Tishy, smiling.

"Indeed," I said, not really sure what to say. I thought about how it had felt -- slapping Mary's bottom as I used her tight snatch. I was getting hard again at the thought of it.

My wife must have felt my dick twitching in her hand. "Whoa!" she exclaimed -- "Thinking of her really turns you on, doesn't it? What a pervert you are, husband."

"I know," I said, "I got totally carried away -- like I just had to give it to her." I remembered how it had felt, her pussy clutching my prick, my knob swelling just before I came. "I couldn't have pulled out even if I'd wanted to," I added, trying to justify it.

"It's just natural -- you wanted to knock her up," said my wife, pragmatically. "Come to think of it, perhaps you did!"

"Do you think that's what she wanted?"

"Of course -- at least at that particular moment -- she wanted her daddy to give her a baby," said my pregnant wife, kissing me, and squeezing my prick hard. Then she added "Just like I always wanted my daddy to give me one."

"But you never knew your daddy," I said, puzzled.

"That never stopped me thinking about him -- and wanting to be his." We'd never really talked much about her father before. It was weird she brought it up now -- but interesting. "Perhaps that's why I'm so... naughty -- I need a daddy to punish me -- to show me how to be a good girl."

She looked at me, coquettishly, half serious, half joking, half afraid. I knew what she wanted -- a good spanking. She was jealous of Mary. My prim english wife is complicated -- mostly she's brimming with self confidence, totally in control -- but sometimes she needs to be a submissive slut. This was one of those times.

"It's true -- you have been rather a naughty girl, Tish..." I said, playing the part.

"Yes, daddy," she said, meekly.

"Twelve strokes," I said, sternly. "They'll be hard, mind -- you've been very naughty indeed -- with all those dirty boys."

"I know, daddy," she said sweetly. "How do you want me?" She then stood up, bent forward at the waist, rather theatrically, and placed her hands on the arm of the sofa to steady herself. Then reached back and pulled her skirt up to expose her bum. She was wearing plain white cotton schoolgirl panties -- she must have planned it. "Like this?"

I nodded, but didn't say anything -- my mouth was dry. I stood up, and caressed her lovely round bottom cheeks, gently, thoughtfully. No point in rushing. I could feel her body relaxing. I tapped her bum, playfully, first one side, then the other. She exhaled, in anticipation.

Then I paused, and slapped her right cheek hard, with the flat of my hand, through the panties. She gasped, and before she could recover, I slapped the left cheek too. Now she was breathing hard, trying to control the pain. She managed a breathless "Thank... you.... daddy."

Sliding my hand under the thin cotton, I gently massaged her stinging cheeks, until her breathing subsided. I then slid the panties down her thighs. They dropped to just above her knees -- no further because her feet were apart.

I've always loved her bare bottom -- the exposed slit with just a whisp of hair, glistening moisture, then the soft skin and to crown it all the tight little rosebud, exposed between her cheeks. Perfect.

I ran a finger along her slit, over her bum. She shivered with pleasure, and then I slapped her bottom hard with my other hand, twice, three times, harder each time. At the last slap she let out a little cry.

Just when she thought I'd stopped, I slapped her again, hard, across the back of her thighs. She wriggled, as if trying to escape. Then regaining control, she pushed back again, as if ashamed, presenting her bottom for me. "Oh, daddy...." Was all she could manage.

Her cheeks were now taking on that lovely rosy glow we like so well. I fondled her, ever so gently -- they were sore to the touch. I then slid by hand between her thighs, and my forefinger slipped easily into her pussy -- she was so very wet.

"Who do you belong to, little girl?" I asked, rhetorically.

"I'm all yours, daddy. Yours... to play with."

"Good," I said, and withdrew my finger from her pussy. She moaned audibly, and tensed her bum cheeks, knowing that we weren't done with the spanking yet. But instead of giving her what she thought was coming, I took the lube from the sideboard -- you see I was prepared too -- and dropped a big dollop on her bum hole. She gasped -- it was cold.

I worked the lube into her bottom with my left thumb, gently, not too deep. "Oooh... I like that...." she breathed. Silently lifting my right hand, I came down hard on her right cheek, then again across her thighs.

"You've been such a bad girl, Tish," I said, "Such a little slut." And slapped her again, more forcefully. She was breathing hard again, which turned into sobbing, at first audibly, then almost silently -- which was worse.

"I'm... so... sorry, daddy," she whispered. "I just can't help myself." I now had my hand back between her legs, two fingers in her sopping pussy, my thumb massaging her bum hole. "It... feels... so... good." She was right, it did -- my prick was rock hard.

I pushed my lubed thumb into her bottom, and at the same time curled my fingers in her cunt to reach her magic spot. She jerked her bum back against my hand, trying to fuck my thumb, then came in long shuddering spasms, all over my hand.

As she calmed down, I went back to caressing her sore red cheeks, ever so gently and smoothly. She relaxed, inert, exhausted. I reached forward and kissed her bottom lightly, one side at a time. "See...." I said, "You have no self control..."

And then, when, she was least expecting it, I gave her three last slaps, hard, with the flat of my hand -- thighs, left, right. She yelped after each one, then went back to sobbing. "There," I said, "That's the twelve."

"Thank... you.... daddy," she gasped between sobs. I pushed by wet thumb into her bum, and massaged her, gently, opening her up.

"That's enough for now," I said, undoing my pants with my other hand to free my straining prick.

"Did... did spanking me excite you, daddy..." she said in a very little girl voice.

"Of course, sweetheart," I said, pretending to be surprised, teasing her. "But that's for your mummy... later."

"You can put it in me... now, if you like ... please. I'm sure mummy won't mind." And she wriggled her bottom, as if to show me what she meant.

"Spread your legs, then, for daddy," I said. She struggled at first, because her knickers had dropped around her ankles, but eventually managed to free herself. Recovering her balance, she rested her shoulders on the arm of the sofa, with her bum in the air, and wiggled her feet until her legs were as far apart as they would go.

"Like this?" she whispered, looking back at me eagerly. Her puckered rosebud, glistened with the lube from my thumb.

Obligingly, I pushed my fat shiny crimson knob against her bum hole, and kept up a gentle pressure. She pushed back, moaning gently. All of a sudden it slipped inside. I let it rest for a while, then, gripping her sore bum, I eased in all the way, until my balls were brushing her pussy. Heaven.

It occurred to me that her mother might mind, if she could see me now, balls deep in her little girl. On the other hand, I'd often wondered about her mother. So prim and proper, yet...?

I love my wife's bottom -- the way her tight ring grips my shaft, and holds me in her hot warmth. I slapped her hard, with the flat of my hand, and she yelped. I then began shagging her in earnest.

She was silent now, pushing back hard against each thrust, concentrated, doing her best to pleasure my prick. I reached forward to squeeze her tits, pulling them out of her bra. I pinched the nipples hard, and could feel she was close.

I slapped her again, harder. Then reaching between her legs, I rubbed along her slit, then over her clit, pinching. This set her off, and she screamed, her bottom in spasms, which set me off too, pumping my load deep into her. We collapsed forward onto the sofa, then onto the floor, unable to stand, my prick still squirting away inside her.

We lay there for quite some time, my softening dick up her bum, my hands fondling her sore red bottom. Eventually I slid out. We both felt exhausted -- totally shagged out.

"That was just like old times, Jim," she said eventually. "Still, you'd better make the most of me, while I've still got my figure."

I kissed her, affectionately, on the neck. "Silly," I said.

I thought quite a bit over the next few days about how it would be when she got really pregnant -- imagining her big swollen tummy, and wondering whether she'd still want to fuck. To be frank, it rather turned me on. Then who should I meet one day in the village street, but Freya.

She was really quite far on now -- you could see even from a distance, she had that posture that pregnant women have, shoulders back, boobs and bump thrust out, legs slightly apart. My prick stirred in my pants.

"Hello Freya," I said brightly. "I was just thinking about you," and I gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, from the side.

"Oh, that's nice," she said smiling. "I was beginning to feel quite invisible."

"Really?" I said, taking in how much fuller her bosom was -- even in the loose summer dress. Peaking down her top, I caught a glimpse of a very substantial white bra. She looked me straight in the eye, and blushed.

"Yes," she said, "Now I'm so fat, nobody pays me any attention."

"Really?" I said again, like a stuck record. And then added, stupidly but intuitively, "Not even Dan? He must be all over you." And, just for a second, I imagined running my hands over her big hard swollen tummy.

"No, he's completely gone off me," she said, smiling, half-joking. "All he can talk about these days is your Tishy and her gorgeous breasts."

I smiled, remembering Dan's cum dribbling off my wife's chin, onto her tits. "Perhaps we went a bit too far last time we met up?" I suggested, stupidly.

"Or perhaps not far enough?" she said quickly, and ran her tongue over her lips. I didn't know what to say -- all I could think of was how her mouth felt wrapped around my stiff prick.

"Dan is actually in a terrible state," she went on. "He over thinks everything."

I tried to take all this in -- did she really mean...? Surely not! "Sounds to me he just needs to relax and go with the flow," I said, encouragingly.

She slipped her hand under her bump, to support it. "I get such backache these days -- I could do with a rub," she explained, changing the subject. Or perhaps not.

"Well, I'd give you one if I could," I came back, smiling. "Though not in the village street."

"Look, why don't you come over at the weekend?" she suggested, brightly. "Then you can give me a nice firm massage, and Tishy could.... help me out with Dan."

"I'm sure Tishy would love to... help out," I said, teasing.

"Well, I was rather hoping...." she said, and gave me a winning freckled smile, that made my dick twitch. I was really rather fond of Freya. And she was very fuckable. "If you don't mind, that is?" she added.

"Me? Tishy always does just what she pleases," I said, with some justification. "Besides," I added, "We have some news of our own."

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

"No, nothing bad... but you'll have to wait until Saturday -- I want Tishy to tell you herself."

"OK, Saturday..." and she gave me a little peck on the cheek, like a naughty schoolgirl. I blushed. She really was very cute.

When I told all this to Tishy that evening, she laughed. "I think that Dan of hers wants to get his dick up me," she said, wickedly. "Do you really think Freya would let him?"

"I'm not sure she'd mind too much, if it calmed him down a bit," I said. "I had the impression neither of them is really getting what they need at the moment, in the bedroom department."

"See, I told you -- a man doesn't want a woman when she's got a bun in the oven -- it's like, what's the point? -- job done."

"Actually, I thought she was really sexy -- all curvy and feminine. I got quite turned on, just chatting with her in the street."

"You really are a pervert, husband."

"No, just a normal red-blooded male."

"So, you'd like to give her one? -- just to see what it's like?"

"I wouldn't mind..." I said, tentatively, "Just this once, of course."

"Well," she said "We'll have to see what we can do, won't we? But you'll owe me..."

This last sounded ominous. But, in for a penny.... "Deal," I said.

Saturday came around quite quickly. It turned out to be one of those really hot summer days. Having spent what seemed like an age in the bathroom, Tishy appeared in the doorway dressed in a simple blue skirt that came down to just below the knee, and a white loose cotton blouse. She had tied her hair up in a ponytail, and had on a pair of pretty flat open-toed sandals and bright red nail-varnish. All in all, very cute, very summery, and very sexy.

She flashed me a smile, and did a little twirl. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, since her gorgeous knockers were bobbing around all over the place. She so loves to show off. Dan wasn't going to stand a chance.

''Are you sure you're going to be warm enough?" I asked, grinning.

"Oh, I going to be super hot," she replied. She squeezed my hard dick through my shorts. "And you feel up for anything!", she added.

"Oh, don't worry about me," I said.

Five minutes later we were in the car -- it was only a short distance, but I didn't want there to be any gossip. We parked around the corner from Dan and Freya's, and opened their little gate. I admit I felt nervous -- but in a good way -- and excited too. We were just about to ring the bell when the door opened and Freya peeped around the edge. She must have been looking out for us.

"Come in.... quickly...." She hissed, conspiratorially. She closed the door behind us.

Inside the house, I understood why Freya had been hiding herself behind the door - she was dressed in what I can only describe as a white baby-doll nightie, which came down to just below her crotch. And as far as I could see, not much else. Tishy stared at her in surprise.

"Oh. we... er... appear to be rather overdressed!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, it was so hot, when we got up, I never bothered to get dressed. Besides, you've seen it all before."

"True," replied Tishy -- "Though now there's so much more to see than last time we were here." I was just standing there lost for words. I slipped my hand in my shorts to straighten up my dick, which had got stuck to one side, rather uncomfortably.

Tishy was right -- there was much more to see. For some reason the nightie looked damp, clinging to Freya's body. Her breasts were much bigger than when we'd last been there -- and her nipples -- don't get me started. They used to be so cute and pink, but now the areolae were big and dark crimson -- clear as day through the nightie.

"Let's go out to the terrace," Freya instructed, before I could really take it all in. "Dan's been at the champagne -- I hope you don't mind but he's opened the first one already." We followed her through to the patio overlooking the garden. I gave Tishy's bum a friendly squeeze, inspired by the sight of Freya's swaying bottom, barely concealed by the wet nightie.

Dan greeted us dressed only in a pair of tight black briefs. As he walked over with the champagne, both Tishy and I looked down at his crotch where his swollen dick was clearly outlined, so much so that I could easily make out the cap and rim of his knob.

"Cheers!" he said, handing us our glasses.

"Cheers!"

Sipping champagne, everyone relaxed somewhat. We sat around on a picnic blanket on the lawn, and took in the sunshine. It was a nice garden, quite large, with what looked like an orchard at the far end, a few mature trees, and very private.

"How was your holiday?" enquired Dan, rather formally.

"We had a great time," replied Tishy, "Though the weather wasn't so good -- nothing like this! It was nice to get away though."

"Tishy had all the boys in the village after her," I said, teasing. "I don't know what's got into her -- everywhere we went she was flashing her tits." Tishy blushed -- but then lifted her top, just at one side, to give Dan a quick perve. Her pointy nipple was engorged, and very suckable -- she so loves to show off. She then giggled, like a school girl.

Dan grinned, grateful for the display. He was a good looking lad, Dan -- lean and fit, well defined pecs and abs, sweat glistening on his upper body. Freya stroked his stiffening dick through his briefs.

"And what about you Jim?" said Freya., "Were all the boys after you too?"

"Not all of them," explained Tishy, enigmatically. "Besides, Jim had no time -- he was being chased by this crazy virgin barmaid, wanting his babies." Now it was my turn to blush.

"She was actually very sweet," I said, protectively, looking at my glass. "And only a little bit crazy."

Tishy put her arm around me, and kissed me on the cheek. Then her hand dropped to my lap, and squeezed my dick. "Well," she said, "We both had a lovely time. Are you two going away?"

"No," replied Freya, "Not with the baby due -- there's so much to sort out here."

"More champagne?" suggested Dan. "I can open another bottle..."

Freya grinned, perhaps knowing what was coming next. "Now you behave yourself, husband," she said sternly. But not as if she meant it.

Dan came over with the bottle, shaken not stirred, easing out the cork. With a pop it was gone, towards the orchard. And a strong jet of frothy liquid shot from the bottle and all over Tishy's front -- and mine -- and Freya's. Now I knew why Freya looked so damp when she opened the door.

"I'm so sorry," he said, grinning. Champagne froth flowed down the neck of the bottle, over his hand, into Freya's lap.

"Pass it here," she said sharply, and Dan handed her the bottle. Shaking it some more, she took the neck of the bottle in her mouth, sucking in the froth as it flowed. She then worked her lips suggestively down the neck of the bottle. "Musn't waste it," she explained.

Handing the bottle back to Dan, she explained, blushing, "I love to do that with champagne -- silly I know. You should try it -- it's fun." Dan shook it up a little, then handed the bottle to Tishy, and she quickly wrapped her lips around the frothing neck and worked it in her mouth, just as Freya had done.

Champagne dribbled down her front. Her top was now sopping wet, and clung to her boobs. I reached over and squeezed. "The boy's on holiday didn't stand a chance," I explained, "My wife has such fabulous tits." I pinched her nipple and she squealed.

"Now it's your turn," she said, handing me the bottle. I tipped it back, and took a big swig -- working it in my mouth as she had, just for a laugh. Freya was delighted -- she laughed and laughed, her titties swinging back and forth under her wet nightie.

"Well done," she said, clapping her hands. I handed the bottle back to Dan, and he gave us all a little bow, like a waiter, and filled our glasses with what was left.

I was starting to feel overdressed, and the champagne on my tee-shirt was getting sticky. "It's so hot out here," I explained, and pulled it off. I wanted to take off my loose summer shorts too, and lie there naked on the grass, displaying my stiff dick, but wasn't sure if I should while the others were still sort of dressed.

Freya was leaning back on her hands, her big belly thrust out in front of her, her legs stretched out, a little apart. The soaked nightie had risen over her hips, and I noticed she was actually wearing tiny white lacy panties. Sticky with champagne. I could make out her pussy lips through the wet material.

She was staring at my crotch, and I wondered if she could see my erection. Not that I minded. I stroked it with one finger, just to see her reaction. She smiled, and made that perfect O with her mouth.

My reverie with Dan's pregnant wife was interrupted by Tishy. "Freya," she said, "Can you show us your bump? -- you're so much further on than you were."

"You can feel it if you like," said Freya, grinning. My wife crawled across the grass, wiggling her bum as she did so, for Dan's benefit. Kneeling on the grass, she slid her hand across Freya's tummy, under the wet nighty.

"It's so firm and round...." she exclaimed. "Jim, come over here and have a feel." I didn't need asking twice.

"Oooh, that feels nice," Freya said, as we fondled her tummy. I couldn't resist brushing my hand across her hips, over her panties. Then she whispered to Tishy "Take off my nightie, please -- it's so sticky." Tishy obligingly lifted it over her chest, then over her head.

Freya shook her head, and her breasts wobbled deliciously. "Feel my tits," she said, "They're so much bigger than they were." We played with one each. It wasn't just that they were bigger, more swollen -- they were softer and the areolae were enormous, dark, crimson. The contrast with her milk white flesh was amazing -- she was so sexy I almost came there and then. She must have been able to feel my fat prick against her thigh.

"Isn't she gorgeous," said my wife. "Feel how big her nipples are." Freya groaned with pleasure as we teased with them. "Suck it, Jim" said my wife -- "I'm sure she won't mind." She didn't, she just groaned with pleasure as I slurped the big teat into my mouth. It tasted of champagne.

"That's so good -- don't stop," breathed Freya and soon she was coming, pushing us away. "Oh Christ," she said, "They're so sensitive..."

"She loves that at the moment," said Dan grinning. "It's like magic, one little suck, and she's off."

Freya had this dreamy look on her face. I felt her hand on my tummy, then in my shorts, until it found my stiff dick. She wrapped her fingers around it, then hung on as if her life depended on it. "I feel so randy at the moment, Tishy," she explained "It's all I ever think about." She looked Tishy in the eye and smiled shyly, with my fat prick in her hand.

Tishy sat up. Dan had come to sit next to her, no doubt for a better view. "It's OK sweetheart," my wife reassured Freya, "You have some fun with Jim while I look after your husband."

She then turned to Dan, and running her tongue over her lips suggestively, silently undid the buttons of her blouse, one by one, then pulled it out of her skirt. The wet material still clung to her boobs, but her deep sticky cleavage was bare down to her navel.

Dan reached in, and started to lick, from her tummy, then up between her tits. Tishy pushed them together, and fondled his head. "Dan's been obsessed with your wife's titties ever since we last saw you, and he came all over them," whispered Freya. "He's such a bad boy."

"Boys like to suck," I said simply. I watched, as Dan took my wife's sticky swollen nipple in his mouth, through her wet blouse. My wife then slid her fingers lightly over his cotton briefs, along the outline of his dick. Which was as stiff as mine -- and looked rather uncomfortable, squashed to one side.

"Come here, Jim" Freya commanded, letting go of my dick. "It's rude to stare. Lie down, and I'll show you something nice." I fell back onto the grass, my prick sticking up at an angle, making a tent in my shorts.

"Such a naughty man," she said, rolling over and straddling my hips with her knees, her back to her husband. "You like my panties then?" -- I noticed you staring." And then, her hands on the ground for balance, she slowly lowered herself down, until her pantied crotch was just above my straining dick.

She wriggled her hips, deliciously, then brought her pelvis forward so her knicker covered pussy made contact with my own lightly-protected crotch, working from the base of my prick up to the head. As she moved forward, her pussy pressed by dick to my tummy. She gave a little wiggle over my knob, then swiftly went back, to begin all over again. It was exquisite.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked. I nodded vigorously, stupidly. "Pity my panties are in the way." Then she pulled them up, so that the gusset slipped between her fat pussy lips. And ran them along my prick again. "Better?" she said brightly.

I sat up on my hands to take a look. It was an amazing sight. Her enormous belly was out in front, her big pregnant tits on display, quivering as she moved, her wet pussy lips sliding either side of my prick, over and over.

She looked over her shoulder at her husband and my wife making out, and put her finger to her lips. Then quickly reached down and slipped my prick out of my shorts. The first contact between her plump wet pussy and my hard dick was electric, and I involuntarily pushed up with my hips. I was all but inside her now.

Sensing I was very close, she lifted off me, and turned to face Dan and Tishy. They were snogging, which surprised me. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy -- my wife was really into it. He was playing with her tits, squeezing the nipples, and she had her hand in his briefs, sliding up and down along his long hard prick.

We watched them for a while, Freya stroking my exposed erection ever so gently, keeping me right on the edge. "Well," she said, "They're not wasting any time!" Perhaps she felt jealous too.

Hearing Freya's voice, Dan and my wife broke off, and she looked around, guiltily, it seemed to me. But without letting go of his stiff prick. When she saw my own dick sticking out of my shorts, she laughed, relieved, I think.

"Your husband has such a lovely fat one," said Freya, "I hope you don't mind?" And she reached forwards, and casually spread a drop of precum over my swollen purple knob with the tip of her finger. Which damn near set me off.

"Not at all," laughed Tishy, "Your husband's feels nice too." Even so, she slipped her hand out of his briefs, slightly embarrassed.

Dan grinned, oblivious. "Seeing as we're almost starkers, isn't it time we saw what Tishy is hiding under her clothes? After all it's only fair, right?" It was true that Tishy was the only one still dressed -- the rest of us were all down to our undies.

"Jim tells me you have some news, Tishy?" said Freya, unexpectedly. I think she could feel Tishy's slight unease.

"Yes, we do," replied Tishy, quietly. She brought her arm across her tummy, protectively. "You tell them, Jim."

"She's pregnant," I said simply. "Isn't that wonderful?"

Freya screamed excitedly, letting go of my dick. "You're kidding -- how did you do it?"

"Well, the usual way," I said, grinning. "She's twelve weeks on -- so she was already pregnant last time we met -- we just didn't know it."

"Come on, Tishy, stand up and strip -- I want to see everything!" said Freya, now showing Tishy no mercy.

"Well, there's not much to see...." replied Tishy, standing up. She was surprisingly shy now.

"Go on," said Freya, encouragingly. "We know you want to... and poor Dan will die if he doesn't get to see you naked again."

Tishy stood up and smiled. She seemed different than when were on holiday -- softer, more vulnerable -- but at the same time more confident. I'm not sure how to describe it. I loved her very much.

She stood awkwardly, like a schoolgirl. Her blouse was already open, one of her breasts exposed, the nipple pert and excited. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, first one, then the other, then putting her arms behind her back just let it slide off. She leaned forward, and shook her titties, eyes on Dan. He grinned appreciatively.

She then turned away from us, stuck out her bum, and wiggled it provocatively. Pulling the bow on the wraparound skirt, it soon came undone, and floated to the ground in a pool around her feet. I was pleasantly surprised to see crimson silk panties stretched across her round bottom.

Turning to face us, she had one arm across her tits, the other between her legs, like she needed to pee. Then she slowly stood up straight, let her knockers swing free, and after feeling her crotch for a second, held both arms across her tummy. There was a big dark wet patch on the front of the crimson panties -- they were soaked.

"You bad, bad girl," exclaimed Freya, pointing to the damp patch, then dropping to her knees before Tishy, running her hand over it. "You're so wet!"

"It was the champagne..," lied Tishy.

"Stand up straight, and let the boys get a good look at you."

Tishy did as she was told, letting her arms drop to her side. Her face was flushed. She reached behind her head to undo her ponytail, and her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, partly covering her tits. Her nipples were stiff like little pegs. Dan let out a low whistle.

My wife looked at us, defiantly. "Are you all happy now?" she said.

Dan and I nodded and both of us mumbled something incoherent. Freya stood up, examining my wife's body carefully as she did so. She then looked her straight in the eyes and ran her thumbs briefly over Tishy's erect nipples, causing her to shudder at the contact. But what Freya did next took my breath away.

She bent forward, brushed Tishy's hair over her shoulder then put her lips to her neck, and kissed her softly. She then left a trail of kisses down her neck onto her shoulder, then back down the deep valley between her breasts. With bent head, she took first one and then the other nipple in her mouth.

I watched fascinated as she played with Tishy's nipples with her lips and tongue, expecting Tishy to stop her at any second. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and sighed, playing with Freya's luxuriant red hair in her hands.

Freya slid down onto her knees, and covered Tishy's soft tummy with kisses. It was indeed a little bigger -- and softer, rounder. I wondered if she tasted of champagne.

Suddenly, grabbing Tishy's bum in both hands, Freya gave my wife's pussy a forceful kiss through its crimson silk protection, and took a very deep breath, inhaling her scent. She then fell back onto her hands, and looked expectantly at me and Dan.

"Will you take down your wife's panties for me, Jim?" she said, teasing.

"I think Dan should do it," I replied -- "After all, it was him that made them all wet...."

Dan grinned, and scooted over to Tishy. Kneeling behind her, he took hold of the waistband either side of her hips, and eased the silk over her round bottom, and down her thighs. My wife's pussy lips were slightly parted, and between them she was slick with juice. All ready for cock, she was. Freya stared, fascinated.

Tishy looked me in the eye. All shame gone, now there was only lust. She swivelled away from us to face Dan, and sank to her knees. Then she kissed him, hungrily, and his hands went back to her tits.

Freya crawled over the grass to me, her breasts swinging like udders. I kicked off my shorts, and she snuggled up to me, her hand caressing my balls, while I gently played her tits. We watched Dan and Tishy making out on the grass.

"I love your balls," Freya whispered in my ear, "They're so big and soft." She toyed with them gently -- it was lovely. I kissed her cheek.

Dan and Tishy were now seriously entwined. With one hand he was clutching her breast, sucking her nipple, while the other was searching between her legs. She already had his dick out of his briefs -- she's a quick worker, my Tishy. "Look, there's no stopping them now," I whispered -- "Soon he'll be right up her."

"Yes, I'm so excited. I've never seen him shag another woman."

"I love watching her with other men -- it's so beautiful. She gets so excited -- and I get turned on too."

"Yes, I can feel that," said Freya, now stroking my hard dick. "But don't you feel jealous at all?"

"Only when they were kissing," I said, honestly. "The rest is just sex."

"You're such a sweet man," she said, and kissed me. I slid my tongue inside her mouth, and we played like kids. She was a lovely kisser. I slid my hand over her bump, and between her legs, inside her knickers. She spread her legs wider for me.

She was breathing heavily now, and my fingers slipped straight inside her. Curling them forward, I found her sweet spot, and in no time at all she exploded, bucking her hips hard against my hand. "Oh, fuck, fucking fuck...." she muttered, collapsing back onto the grass.

I looked over at Tishy and her new lover. They were completely unaware of anything except each other. She had his white briefs pushed right back over his tight bum, while he had two fingers in her pussy, working away.

"Quick," I whispered to Freya, "You're missing it all." Freya sat up just in time to see my wife throw her head back and arch her back as she came with that long moan of pleasure I know so well. She comes quickly when you finger fuck her.

"I wish I had such beautiful tits," said Freya. Tishy's were indeed amazing -- her pointy nipples quivered happily as she came.

"And your husband has such a lovely prick," I said, watching it sliding over my wife's fat slit. His crimson knob was fully exposed, shiny with her juices. "She's wanted that inside her ever since she first set eyes on it."

"Any second now," whispered Freya, "I feel so...." And before she could finish, Dan's prick slid smoothly into my wife's pussy, not stopping until he was fully embedded in her wetness. Freya let out a little cry, whether of excitement or fear I couldn't tell. I held her close, and fondled her sensitive tits, which seemed to calm her.

Everything seemed to have gone quiet -- even the birds stopped singing. Freya's husband lay still between my wife's spread white thighs -- he finally had her. Her hands clasped his bottom, possessively, holding the root of his prick against her clit. They were snogging, languidly.

"It's as if they belong to each other..." said Freya, in a tiny voice. "I feel a little afraid."

"Yes -- it's as if nobody else exists for them. All they can think of right now is prick and cunt, joined together."

Freya looked as if she was going to cry. I kissed her softly, fondling the back of her neck, under her hair. "You musn't worry," I went on "The moment it's over, he'll be all yours again. I promise."

In truth I couldn't really promise this -- but I hoped it was true! Freya was still staring at them -- she could hardly look away. "See," I said, "Look at those little pushes he makes with his hips. He's exploring her inside. And she loves it." I knew that smile on my wife's face, when she feels a nice big prick moving inside her.

"He's very gentle, my Dan", said Freya. "He won't hurt her."

"A bit too gentle, if you ask me," I said, and she grinned.

"You're right," she said -- "Sometimes I wish he'd just fuck my brains out."

They stopped snogging, and my wife whispered something in his ear. He began to move inside her, and was soon doing her with long slow thrusts of his young hips. With each push, she lifted her own hips a little to meet his. Poetry in motion.

"Isn't that beautiful," I whispered to Freya. "Nice slow fucking."

"I love the way her tits wobble when he pushes into her," said Freya. "Do you think she'll come?"

"I think he'll come first," I said, sagely. In fact, I could see his firm white bottom already starting to tense.

"He comes such a lot," said Freya, loyally. And then it started -- I could see from the dreamy smile on my wife's face that his first load was now already inside her. Four more short thrusts, and he'd emptied his balls.

Panting from the exertion, he settled his head on my wife's chest, and started to suck her nipple. She stroked his head gently, and whispered "Thank you, Dan," in his ear. Then she squeezed his bottom. She seemed sorry it was over so soon.

I slipped my hand between Freya's legs, under her knickers, and stroked her slit with just one finger, between the wet holds. She kissed me again, relaxing onto my body.

Next time I looked, Dan had rolled off my wife, and was lying on the grass. His swollen sticky dick flopped onto his tummy. Tishy lay still, her legs still spread wide, pussy gaping open, for all the world to see.

Freya lifted her body off mine, sitting right up, and then crawled over to Dan, and began to lick his prick, like a cat lapping milk. She started at the base, and continued right up to the head, which she sucked into her mouth and massaged with her tongue. She looked back at me with a naughty grin on her face. Her bottom was high in the air -- it was a very pretty sight. She had lovely long strong thighs.

Then she looked down, and stared at her husband's white cum which was starting to dribble from my wife's swollen pussy. I came up behind Freya on my knees, and held her big round bottom in my hands so that I could look lean forward over her shoulder to see more closely. My prick was painfully hard, pushing against her knickers into the cleft between her cheeks.

She didn't say a word, but instead put her hands softly on my wife's thighs, holding them wide apart, then put her head between them and started to lick up the cum. Just with the tip of her tongue at first, then with more energy as she got used to it. Soon she was pushing her tongue up into my wife's cunt.

Tishy was now wriggling like crazy but Freya held her firm. At first it seemed to me that my wife was trying to get free, but then it was clear that she was pushing her hips against Freya's face. Eventually she put her hands behind Freya's head, held her hard against her pussy, and came with an almighty "Nggggghhhh," her whole body writhing with pleasure.

I couldn't take it any longer. I yanked Freya's knickers down her thighs, and pushed my hard prick hard into her soft wet yielding pussy. The pleasure was immense -- she was hot and ready and all I could think about was giving it to her. With each thrust I pulled on her hips, and she tried to help me by pushing back against me.

It was over all too soon. Her cunt was quivering around my prick and I shot an enormous load into her, then another, and another. With each thrust she gave a little cry of pleasure. I don't know whether she came -- at that moment I honestly didn't care.

We sank to the ground exhausted, Freya's head resting on my wife's thigh. We all lay there for some time. It was Dan that was the first to speak. I had no idea whether he'd watched me shagging his wife, but since my swollen dick was still inside her... "Would you like to stay for dinner," he said, matter of factly. "We have some sausages we could barbecue."

"Sausages sounds very appropriate to me," I said, looking at his limp dick, and everyone laughed at my weak joke, and started to get up from the grass.

Freya sat up, and peeled her soiled knickers down her legs. "Why don't I put all these sticky clothes in the wash," she said, pragmatically. "It's not as if we need them anymore."

"But we can't go home in the nude," objected Tishy.

"That's OK," said Freya -- "They'll be dry by then." And she collected up all the tops and briefs and knickers from off the grass, and carried them inside. Dan went with her, presumably to get the barbecue, and I was left alone, naked with my wife in the sunshine.

"Happy now?" she said, when they were out of earshot.

"I think I'm in love," I said, frankly.

"Well, you certainly seemed to be having a good time."

"It was fantastic. She so turns me on, with her pregnant tits and big firm round tummy. Gorgeous."

"And her pregnant pussy, of course."

"Yes, I admit her pussy was sweet. But didn't she give you a good time too?" Here I couldn't help grinning.

"I didn't want it at first -- I wanted to push her away -- but then it felt so good, I couldn't help myself. She certainly has a magic tongue."

"She's amazing, isn't she? Like a child of nature."

"I guess it's simply that a woman knows instinctively how to lick pussy... just as a man knows how to suck a dick" she replied, provocatively.

"But what about Dan?" I said. "I got quite jealous when you were snogging him -- and I think Freya did too -- you were both so into it."

"He's a sensitive lad, a lovely kisser, and his dick's nice too. But he really needs to learn to let go. I so need a good hard fuck right now. And you're totally shagged out." Here she lifted my limp dick, and dropped it again. "Useless," she said, concisely.

"Patience, woman," I said, smiling. "You'll just have to teach him. I think he's all confused because Freya's pregnant, and he doesn't want to hurt the baby by being too rough."

"Perhaps you're right. Do you think they're really OK with all this? -- I don't think they've swapped before."

"I think so..." and then I spotted Freya coming towards us from the house, all smiles and swaying curves.

"Would you like a shower, Tishy?" she asked sweetly -- "I still feel icky from the champagne."

"Sure," said my wife, "that would be lovely." They left hand in hand, walking towards the house. My wife turned back, and gave me a nervous, questioning look. I laughed.

I lay back on the grass, taking in the sunshine. Dan came out of the house and set up the barbecue. He was wearing an apron round his neck, tied at the waist -- presumably to protect his privates from sparks and hot fat. Clearly he had previous experience of naked cuisine.

As he stood bending over the barbecue, persuading it to light, I had plenty of opportunity to study his bare bottom. His hips were narrow, and his cheeks were smooth and firm, so that there was no crease between where his bottom ended and his thighs began. It was a young man's bum. I felt rather envious.

After a while the girls emerged, wet hair, draped in white fluffy towels. Tishy came across to me, still rubbing her towel over her tits, while Freya was carrying salad, and went to join Dan. He kissed her gently, and in doing so her towel fell to the floor. She slapped his bare bottom playfully. They seemed just fine.

"Fun in the shower?" I asked Tishy, teasing.

"I got to soap her pregnant belly and breasts," my wife replied frankly. "You're right of course -- she's lovely. I hope I'm as firm when I'm that far gone."

"I'm sure you'll be sexy as fuck," I said, pulling her in for a kiss. We snogged, tongues down throat, with more passion that we'd felt for a long time.

When we broke off, Freya was standing patiently, wearing a T-shirt, watching us. "Dinner is served," she said, dropping a little curtsy. For some reason, I found it terribly sexy -- the T-shirt rested on her bump, so she was naked from the waist down, and my eyes went straight to her pretty pussy.

"Would you like us to dress too?" Tishy asked, earnestly.

"No, just come as you are," Freya replied, giggling. Nevertheless, my wife wrapped her towel tightly around her waist.

"Just for decency," as she put it, rather primly.

Needless to say, dinner was very informal. We sat on the patio, with burnt sausages, lots of salad, and a couple of bottles of excellent chianti. I was amazed how well we got along -- Freya told some very funny stories, and Dan lightened up considerably. The wine helped, of course.

Food consumed, we relaxed back in our chairs on the patio. My wife had her tits out, Freya was sitting with her legs spread, and Dan and myself were both starkers. Freya, casually stroked her pussy. It was a lovely pussy: her skin was milk white, her trimmed red pubes framed plump white lips, with moist crimson folds between. "I'm still randy," she said, matter of factly.

"Well, the men are not much use to us right now," said Tishy, pointing to our limp dicks.

Actually, this was not quite true, I could feel mine beginning to stir. I wondered whether Freya still had any of my cum left in her - and how it would feel to fuck her again.

Dan stroked his dick through his hand, but it was no use. Not even Tishy's wonderful knockers could rouse it.

"Dan, would you like to watch my husband screw your wife?"

"I'm not sure he can," said Dan, surprised, and unsure.

"If he can, then afterwards, they can watch you do me."

"OK, deal," he said, smiling.

"Hey, do I not get a say in this?" said Freya, indignant, but with a hint of good humour.

"Sure," said Tishy. "You can suck Jim's dick, and if you can't get him stiff, he won't be able to screw you."

This seemed OK to me, and Dan didn't have any objections -- I think he wanted to watch his wife sucking my dick. "Well," said Freya, "I'll do it -- but only if someone can help me get me off first -- I'm so randy, I can hardly move."

This seemed only fair. I got out of my chair, and knelt between her spread legs. She smiled that indulgent smile, and I began by planting little kisses on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. She pushed her pelvis forward, to help me out. I licked gently along the outer lips of her pussy, then between. She tasted sweet as honey, with a hint of cum.

"Ooh, that's so nice," she sighed. "I wish Dan would do it like this."

"Perhaps he just needs more encouragement," said Tishy sternly. I looked up, and she was standing by Freya's side, fondling her tits with one hand, and stroking Dan's long dick with the other. Multi-tasking. "Keep licking, husband, and no peeping," she added, which certainly put me in my place.

I went back to Freya's pussy, which after all was no bad place to be. My tongue was producing results -- she was wetter than ever, and I started to get more cum in my mouth, mixed with her cream. I swallowed it all down like a man, and pushed in my tongue as far as I could. She exploded, rubbing her crotch against my face, her hand on the back of my head, and moaning like a lost soul.

I sneaked a peek upstairs, and Tishy was easing the T-shirt over Freya's head and off. She then began toying with her titties, rolling the dark nipples between her fingers. Dan was teasing his wife's mouth with his swollen prick. This hardly seemed fair -- she was supposed to suck my dick -- but I was hardly in a position to complain.

Freya was calmer now, sucking on her husband's soft dick like it was a pacifier. I went back to her pussy, just with the tip of my tongue at first, but then more forcefully, sweeping up through her folds and lightly tickling her clit. I could feel her breathing getting heavier, so I did it again, swirling my tongue around her clit, and she screamed out, quivering all over. I nearly drowned, she was so wet -- I could hardly breathe. "Christ," she muttered as she calmed down, "Christ almighty...."

"I think she needs fucking now," said Tishy, practically. I admit I was grateful -- my prick was straining fit to burst. "Let's put her on the dining table." It was a long solid looking wooden table, just the right height.

Freya could hardly walk, but made it over to the table, where she lay back, legs spread, with a look of calm anticipation. Dan found a cushion to put under her head, while Tishy put another under her bum. "That's perfect, just right," she said, looking approvingly at my erection. "Now young man," she added, for Dan's benefit, "Jim will show you just how your wife needs to be fucked." Dan stood by his wife, nervously, stroking her matted hair, as if she was in labour.

I stood between Freya's thighs, and slowly slid the fat purple head of my prick along her squishy wet slit. Then around her swollen little clit, which made her shudder with pleasure. I wondered if she was simply too tired to come again. Dan was staring intently at my prick, as it played in his wife's most secret place, as if he was studying for an exam. Which in a sense he was -- my wife meant to test him later.

I pushed my swollen shiny knob into her wetness, and it slipped inside. I then worked it gently back and forth, teasing her inner lips, and as her excitement grew, gently brushed her clitty with my wet thumb. Off she went again, her whole body shaking, crying "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." as her head thrashed from side to side.

"Do you want more, little lady?" I said, as kindly as I could.

"Christ..., please just shag me, for heaven's sake..." she muttered. I obligingly pushed my prick home, until my balls were squashed into the soft place just below her pussy. She let out a long sigh...

"You like that?" I asked, unnecessarily.

"God, yes, I love your fat prick..."

I started to screw her in earnest, slowly but firmly, teasing her inner folds as I withdrew, then pushing deep. She responded most wonderfully, with little ripples along the walls of her cunt, massaging my dick as I fucked her. If I tried to pull back too far, she clamped down hard, holding me inside. She was a lovely fuck.

Dan was no longer looking at his wife's pussy, but rather at her mouth, working his stiff long dick in and out, fucking her face. My wife was standing behind him, staring approvingly at his smooth prick, sloppy with saliva. Then without warning he pulled out, and jerking frantically, came all over his wife's face and tits and belly.

I grinned -- he was such a lad. I paused for a moment to watch the cum run into the valley between her tits, and off her big belly. Some even found its way into her red pubes, just above my buried prick.

I then went back to fucking his wife. I was slamming into her harder now, and the ripples in her cunt became more intense. It was as if she was coming continuously. This was one of the best fucks of my life -- my whole being was focused on the pleasure surging in my prick.

I could feel my balls tightening, and then the first pulse of cum, spreading from my balls to the base of my prick, then out into her. I buried myself deep in her wonderful body, and pumped her full of everything I had in me.

Afterwards I felt dizzy, and could hardly stand. Stepping back, my still swollen prick plopped out of her pussy, followed by a steady drool of white cum. Catching my breath, I looked up at Dan, and smiled happily. His wife lay inert on the table, as if asleep, her legs dangling over the side.

She looked up, then pushed herself up on her elbows, and smiled at me gratefully. "Now that was just what I needed..." she said. I sat down on a chair, feeling weak as an invalid.

My wife knelt at my feet, and took my limp dripping prick in her mouth, sucking me clean. She even licked my balls. "You're right," she said, smiling, "She does taste very sweet. Almost sugary. Redheads."

Dan helped his wife sit up. She looked down at his long limp dick. "How are you going to screw Tishy now?" she asked, rhetorically. Dan looked crestfallen.

"Nevermind," said my wife, cheerfully, "We'll soon get him up again. Boy's his age bounce." Which was a happy thought -- I imagined his stiff dick bobbing up and down. "Now why don't I go and make us all a nice cup of tea?"

We all went inside, to the lounge, where it was more comfortable. Tishy returned with a pot of tea on a big tray, and we were all very grateful for it. Freya in particular was quite tearful. "You've been so kind to me Tishy," she said -- "You even sucked Jim's dick when I was supposed to do it."

"Oh, don't worry about that," said my wife, "It was a pleasure. And now I'm going to suck your husband's dick, and you can just sit back with Jim and relax."

I had no idea how she could possibly revive poor Dan, but was interested to find out. Then I had an idea... "Why don't we just give Dan a free pass?" I suggested.

"How do you mean?" asked Tishy, genuinely puzzled.

"Simple," I said -- "He can do anything he likes, and you will do whatever he tells you to."

"Sounds good to me," said Dan, grinning.

Tishy looked nervous, but excited too -- there was a glint in her eye. "The other rules are simple," I went on, getting into it. "Tishy, you musn't speak unless you're asked a question, and then must always say 'sir'. And you must be totally obedient."

"Yes, sir," said Tishy, obediently, putting on her little girl face, and giggling.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Freya, sleepily from the sofa.

"It's a wonderful idea," I said -- "You'll get to watch your husband play with my wife, and I'll be here to make sure that things don't go too far. Now, do you have some cord, or something?"

"Jim, no!" said Tishy, sharply. I give her a stern look, and she fell silent. "Sorry," she said, meekly.

Dan helpfully found a curtain tieback, in green with a big tassel. "Will this do?" he asked helpfully.

"Perfect," I said. "Tishy, kneel on the rug, with your hands behind your back." She did as she was told, without a murmer, and I tied her hands together with the cord. Quite tightly -- not enough to hurt her, but enough to make it difficult for her to get free. The tassel hung down at the back, over her bum, like a tail.

"There," I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork.

"Cute," said Freya, sleepily from the sofa. Tishy pushed out her chest, and looked at me defiantly. "She has such beautiful tits..." added Freya, cuddling up to me. I gently massaged her inner thigh.

"Now Dan," I said, finally -- "She's all yours -- do your worst."

Dan didn't say anything -- he looked rather nervous, uncertain how to proceed. He looked at his wife, but she just smiled drowsily. Then he looked back at Tishy, hands bound behind her back, and I saw his dick stir. Still, he said nothing. She looked at him, eyes blazing, as if defying him to touch her.

He knelt in front of her, and began to tentatively fondle her tits. Exploring them, studying every detail. He squeezed her nipples, softly at first, then harder. She flinched, but remained mute.

Then, as if to test whether this was really happening, he spoke his first command: "Sit up, on your knees, please." She slowly, reluctantly, lifted her bottom off her ankles.

"No need to say 'please'," I said, smiling.

Dan looked at me quickly. "Sorry," he said. He was clearly taking his time getting used to this new situation. "Knees apart." She shuffled on the carpet, spreading as far as she could -- it's hard to balance with your hands behind your back. Her thighs now made a wide vee.

He sat in front of her, examining between her legs. Her pussy lips were split apart, and you could just make out the juicy inner lips. All framed with her carefully trimmed black pubes and snow white thighs. I was sorry I hadn't brought my camera.

"You're beautiful," he said simply.

"Thank you, sir," she answered, softly.

He slid his hand gently between her thighs. It was curiously erotic -- she was so vulnerable, and yet also proud, self contained. He slipped two fingers up her. She smiled, and her breath quickened. He withdrew them, and sucked them. I wondered if he could taste his own cum. His dick wasn't quite so limp and shrivelled as it had been, and as he peeled back his foreskin, it swelled in his hand.

He lifted it to her open mouth, and pushed it to into her. "Suck it," he said. She couldn't say anything because her mouth was full, and she couldn't do anything because her hands were tied, so she just sucked in his knob, licking underneath with her tongue. His dick got bigger, and he fed more of it into her willing mouth, sighing with pleasure. Soon her mouth was full of his swollen dick, and she was starting to gag.

As if remembering to take it slow, he pulled back, and his dick fell from her mouth, swinging, long and swollen between his legs. She licked her lips, drooling, wanting more, and even put out her tongue, but he didn't want to give it to her -- not yet.

Instead, he put his hand to the back of her neck, and pushed her forwards slowly, until her forehead rested on the rug. Her bottom was high in the air, with the cord tying her hands draped between her cleft, the tassel just hiding her pussy. He studied her bottom for some time, fondling her round full cheeks, then delicately lifted the cord, so that the tassel tickled her pussy and bum hole.

After playing with the tassel for some time, he lifted it away, and we were presented with the full ensemble -- the backs of her firm white thighs, spread wide, her lovely rounded bottom, the lips of her pussy nestled between, lips apart, all ready to be penetrated, with her little tight rosebud, just above.

"Isn't she lovely?" I whispered to Freya. She cupped my balls in her hand, and my prick swelled. I caressed her pregnant belly -- we were both pretty turned on. I felt very content.

Dan pushed three fingers into my wife's pussy, and slowly started to fuck her with them. His thumb over her bumhole, pressing and teasing. She loves this, and groaned audibly, wiggling her bottom and pushing back to try increase the pressure. But he withdrew his fingers, turned to face his wife, and put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked lazily. "Nice," she said. He smiled -- he really did love Freya. She squeezed my big balls, then slid her hand up to my dick.

"Tishy, you can lie down on the floor to rest now," said Dan, kindly.

"Thank you, sir," said my wife, meekly, and lay down on her back, at our feet. She looked rather uncomfortable, since her hands were still tied behind her, so I took a cushion from the sofa, and slid it under her bottom. Which took the weight off her hands -- and also lifted her pussy to just the right height for Dan.

Dan spread her legs, and played with her pussy again, first with his fingers, then with the knob of his stiff prick. Every time he ran the underside of his prick along her gaping wet slit, and over her stiff little clit, she groaned in frustration. I think at that moment anyone might have had her, and she'd just have been grateful.

"Now I'm going to fuck you properly," he said. Indeed, he was fully erect, his prick sticking out horizontally. It was a fine specimen -- not as long and fat as Dick's, but beautiful all the same.

Freya slid off the sofa to join me on the floor. "This I must see," she said, helping her husband by holding my wife's leg -- I took the other and with her legs right back, her eager pussy was fully exposed for Dan's pleasure. "Go on, husband" said Freya, "Give it to her."

Having teased her enough, he drove inside, and soon set up a regular rhythm, long, deep, and slow. Freya stared hypnotically at her husband's erection, sliding into my wife until their pubic bones touched, then emerging covered in her cream. I was mesmerised by Tishy's big knockers, swinging back and forth together in time with his thrusts. And her spread pussy, outer lips framing inner, with his hard lean prick sliding between them.

"That's it, give it to her good and hard," I said, excitedly. "She loves a good screw." As if to prove my point, she came again, gasping. Dan withdrew, and we were treated to the beautiful sight of her pussy quivering like jelly. Released, his prick sprang up, wet with my wife's creamy cum, sliding down his shaft to his balls. Freya ran her finger along his shaft, then licked it.

He looked down at Tishy, lying prone on the floor, exhausted. We let go of her legs, and she rested, breathing heavily. She looked tired -- I think by this point she'd had enough. But Dan hadn't -- he was staring at her boobs, rising gently as she breathed.

He straddled her chest, and began to play with her tits with his prick, flicking the stiff nipples with his knob. "I want to fuck your tits," he said, rather crudely, I thought. Freya grinned -- I think she knew one of her husband's fantasies was to fuck my wife's gorgeous knockers.

I had a happy thought, and went out to the patio for the olive oil we'd used on the salad at dinner. When I returned, Dan was already sliding his sticky prick between my wife's titties. Freya was facing him, legs spread either side of my wife's head, holding her breasts together around Dan's stiff prick.

I poured olive oil over and between my wife's tits, and along Dan's dick. He looked at me gratefully, while his wife spread it, over and around, tits and nipples and prick, until it was all one big beautiful oily mess. "Lovely," she said.

As Freya mashed Tishy's knockers together, Dan began thrusting in earnest, his balls slithering along her chest while his knob pushed through the smooth valley and emerged crimson and shining, just below her chin. For a moment I was truly envious.

I was expecting him to come -- I was close to coming myself, just imagining how his dick must be feeling. But he didn't -- he wasn't finished yet. Straightening his back, his prick sprang up, all oily and red -- he was painfully stiff. Freya looked at it, mesmerised, and licked her lips.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees, so I can fuck you from behind," he ordered Tishy, confidently.

"Of course, whatever you wish, sir," said Tishy, quietly, and did as she was told, rolling over on her hips, then working her knees up and under, pushing her bottom high in the air. She then spread her knees, in expectation of receiving a really good fucking. Dan looked at her with approval, running his hand over her raised bottom.

He then looked at his wife, still kneeling on the rug with her legs apart. She was obviously turned on, her slit slick with juice. As I studied her, a drop of white cum emerged, and dropped down onto the rug. My cum.

Dan noticed it too, and a frown crossed his face. He paused for a moment, then said softly in Tishy's ear, "I think you should clean up your husband's cum from my wife's pussy." I was taken by surprise, and I think perhaps Tishy was too. She looked up nervously, straight between Freya's thighs, where another blob of cum was just emerging.

Perhaps I should explain that, as far as I know, my wife has never actually gone down on another woman. On the other hand, given that earlier Freya had licked her clean, it seemed only right that she should now return the favour. However, I had no idea whether she could actually bring herself to do it. Dan had hidden depths.

She slowly lifted her head from the floor and straightened her back. For some reason I was reminded of a Muslim at prayer. On her knees, she shuffled closer to Freya. Squatting back on her hands, Freya lifted her bum off the floor, presenting her dribbling pussy to my wife.

Tishy looked at the spread before her, and at the bright white drop of cum running down Freya's slit. She smiled bravely, and lowered her head until the sticky open pussy was inches from her face. Then she closed her eyes, bravely put her lips to Freya's, and pushed her tongue around and inside her.

Freya, gasped, outloud -- her pussy must have still been very sensitive. But Tishy kept going, working her tongue up and down and around her slit. Then she slid up and over Freya's clit, and I felt Freya's whole body explode in a quivering screaming orgasm. "Aaaaggghhhh." My wife pulled back as Freya's hips wriggled and squirmed.

All this time, Dan had his fingers in my wife's pussy, finger fucking her as she licked his wife, urging her on. This brought her off too, and with eyes closed, she lifted her shaking body, threw back her head and howled silently. Gasping for air, she opened her eyes, and gazed down at Freya's quivering pussy.

Tishy lowered her head again, slowly and deliberately, eyes open this time. After running her tongue over her lips, she tentatively touched Freya's clit with the tip of her tongue. "No!" breathed Freya, "No, please, I'm just too sensitive."

My wife looked disappointed, but tired. I managed to slide the cushion under her heavy knockers, brushing the oily nipples. Relaxing her body, she settled down, her tits squashed on the cushion. She then looked up at me with the most beautiful smile, her face smeared with mine and Freya's cream. She was a good wife.

After watching Tishy's performance on his wife, Dan's did what any other man would have done -- he lodged his well oiled knob between my wife's pussy lips, and drove it right up her with a single thrust. She groaned, and whispered "Thank you, God."

He now began to fuck her, with long, slow thrusts, holding the cord binding her wrists tightly in one hand, in the small of her back, to keep her just where he wanted her. His balls slapped against her pussy with every thrust, harder and deeper. He was now using her cunt for his own pleasure. It made my own dick stiffer than ever.

Every time he withdrew, her fleshy lips, wrapped around his shaft, seemed to be trying to hold him inside her. Freya was sitting to one side, watching the whole performance in close up. "He's going to come very soon," I said to her, "And then it'll all be over."

He must have heard me, or perhaps he just couldn't get over the edge. Biting his lower lip, after one last hard thrust, he pulled back, letting go of the cord. His prick flicked into the air as it left her cunt -- now he really was painfully stiff -- right on the edge.

"That's such a fine erection you have," I said. He grinned, looking very pleased with himself. Freya looked pleased too.

Tishy had now relaxed again, her tits squashed on the cushion. It occurred to me that with all the olive oil, Freya's cushion would be ruined. But Dan wasn't thinking about cushions -- instead he was rubbing his oily thumb between my wife's bum cheeks, over her rosebud.

I immediately knew what he was after, and without thinking, poured more olive oil onto her bottom, so it ran into her cleft. With this extra lubrication, his thumb pressed inside her. She groaned, and pushed back against it. She wanted more.

He looked at me, as if asking permission, and I smiled in approval. I knew he'd go in quite easily -- his prick, while long, was much slimmer than mine.

However, he'd clearly never done this before. With some difficulty he pushed his prick down, leaning forwards to make it easier. He then tried to squash it against her bum hole with his thumb, but it was slippery and sprang back. "Help him, Jim," said Freya, softly.

I poured more oil along the length of his prick. Then, without thinking, I took it in my hand gently, and with the palm of my other hand spread the oil over his shiny crimson knob. I'd done this so many times to myself, it all came very naturally.

I then positioned his knob against my wife's oily rosebud, and said simply "Push, gently." He pushed, and for a while nothing happened. "That's it," I said, "Patience." She wiggled around a little, feeling the pressure against her oily bum hole. Then all of a sudden, her sphincter gave way, and the head of his prick slipped inside her.

I let go, and grinned at Freya, rather pleased with myself. "It's in," said Dan, unnecessarily. He nevertheless seemed unsure what to do next.

"Now you have her," I explained, "You can just slide right in -- she'll love you for it."

He pushed forward slowly, until his balls were right up against her pussy. I remembered how lovely this felt -- for me and for her. "Now you can fuck her as hard as you like," I added.

He began long and slow, but soon built up his confidence. "It's... so... tight... and hot..." he gasped. Grasping her buttocks in his hands, he was soon giving it to her long and hard, and she was moaning with pleasure -- as you know, she loves having her bottom well fucked.

His long thrusts turned into short hard jabs, not too deep, but animalistic. I was reminded of a dog fucking a bitch, desperate to come. Freya must have had the same thought. "That's it," she said, "Fuck the bitch." I was quite shocked -- I'd never have imagined Freya saying such a thing.

He gave out a peculiar high pitched moan, difficult to describe, when he came. We watched his prick pumping cum into my wife, his face screwed up as if in pain. It must have been a huge load. When it was over, he remained buried inside her bottom, slumped over her back. Freya stroked his sweaty hair, lovingly, saying "There... there..." like a mother with a sick kid.

Eventually he revived, and easing back, I watched his still swollen prick slide from her bum. "Well done, lad," I said, and helped him to his feet. I then went to help my wife, untying the cord to release her. She rolled over without a word, and curled up on the rug. I dropped to the floor beside her, and she opened her eyes, and squeezed my oily hand.

"That was great," she said, simply.

Then she looked up at Dan, standing there with his limp messy dick swinging between his legs. "Can you give me another shower, please?" she said -- "I'm in such a mess."

He helped her to her feet, and they went off together to the bathroom. We heard the shower turn on. I looked at Freya, and Freya looked at me. We both laughed out loud. "Happy now?" I asked.

"Not yet," she said, grinning. "I still haven't sucked your dick, mister. Look at it -- if we don't get you off, you'll be sore for a week."

I just smiled -- she was a thoughtful girl. And with her soft lips wrapped around my short fat prick, I soon felt the cum began to well up in my balls. It was the sweetest of comes -- she gently working the underside of my knob with her tongue, until my cum spurted into her mouth. Then sucking gently on the tip, until she had every last drop.

"I love sucking your fat prick," she said -- "It fits in my mouth just right -- full, but not too much." For once I was grateful to be not so big as Dan.

"How are we to get home?" I asked -- "We have no clothes!"

"They're in the drier -- they must be done by now." She went to the kitchen, and came back with a pile of damp clothes, ours and theirs. I found my shorts and tee-shirt, and was dressed by the time Dan returned from the shower with my wife. He with a towel around his waist, she with one wrapped around her head, but nothing else except a very happy smile. I tossed my wife her skirt and top.

After we were home, I slipped my hand under her skirt. "Where are your silk knickers?" I said, pretending to be surprised. I pushed a finger up her fanny, and was surprised how squishy wet she was. Then I remembered she was full of Dan's cum.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I must have.... lost them," she said, in her sweetest little girl voice.

"You've been out with the dirty boys again, haven't you Tish?" I said, sternly "I think you need to be punished, my girl."

To be continued...