Pregnant Pussy Pt. 02

Part 2 -- Here we catch up again with Dick, whom Tishy first met right at the start of the Primal Instinct series. You may wish to read those stories first. Or not. Everyone involved is of legal age. Comments welcome.

We were busy over the next few days, and didn't talk much about what had happened with Dan and Freya. One evening we cuddling on the sofa, watching Newsnight, and Tishy said, out of the blue, "Have you seen Dick recently?"

"Yes," I said, "I saw Richard the other day at the gym."

I have to explain that Tishy always calls my friend Richard Dick -- on account of his extraordinary prick.

"In the showers?" she asked, mischievously.

"Well actually, yes," I said, truthfully. "You know we often shower together."

"Did you wank?" she went on.

"Well, on this occasion, someone else was wanking him -- I walked in on them."

I don't quite know why I told her this, but it had been on my mind and, well I guess I was feeling more open, after the evening with Freya and Dan. Also, she was stroking my dick, and it felt good.

"Oh," she said, "That sounds interesting -- who was it?"

"It was a big black guy," I said truthfully. "I'd not seen him there before... at least not in the showers. He was standing behind Richard, with his arms around his waist, jerking him off. With both hands."

"Oh my," said Tishy.

"Some guys do that sometimes," I said, unnecessarily. "But it's the first time I saw Richard involved in anything like that."

"Was the black guy stiff too?" asked Tishy.

"No, I think he'd already come."

"Perhaps Dick had already got him off."

"Possibly..."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I watched Richard shoot his load, then went to join them as if nothing had happened."

"And what did they say -- were they not embarrassed?"

"No, not at all -- Richard introduced me to Nelson -- and when he saw that I still had a stiffy, he simply reached out and took it in his hand."

"Just like that?"

"Yea -- I think perhaps he'd seen me watching them."

"So... then what -- did he jerk you off?"

"Sure" I said, trying to sound casual -- "He was talking about your tits, and how good it felt when you sucked him off, and how smooth your pussy was... and then I came."

"I see... you're just like little boys, aren't you?"

"I guess so..." In fact she was right -- when I was a lad I used to have a wank friend, and we used to get each other off talking about girls we fancied, and what we'd like to do to them. Perfectly harmless fun, really. I guess all teenagers do it.

"I wish I'd seen it -- I'd love to watch you wanking with Dick -- or with a black guy, come to think of it. Was he well built, this Nelson?" I slipped my hand up a skirt, and started to play with her pussy.

"Yea, he was, actually -- very fit -- but not as big as Richard of course."

"Of course... well, I'm pleased to see that you're getting a bit less uptight about being with other guys -- you'll be taking them up your bottom soon."

"I hardly think so -- you know how I don't like stuff up my bum." Sometimes she played with my bottom when I was fucking her, but I never really enjoyed it -- she said she wanted to find my prostrate, but it never did anything for me.

"Besides," I added -- "You've no room to talk -- after you stuck your tongue up Freya's pussy the other night."

"I didn't have any choice -- you guys made me do it!" she exclaimed, indignant.

"But you enjoyed it -- come on admit it -- you looked so disappointed when she told you to stop..."

"I did enjoy it, I think... It was weird -- like getting to know myself better -- I mean I touch my pussy all the time, but hers felt -- well, the same, but different."

"Yes, that's just it. Having Dick's hand on my prick, it felt just like I was wanking -- but better -- more exciting -- less lonely."

She clearly wasn't listening, because she followed her own train of thought. "Being tied up was weird -- it really did my head in. At first, I was really annoyed -- like you had no right to give me to another man like that -- as if I was your property. And then I was afraid -- I felt helpless."

"You could always have stopped it."

"But I didn't want to -- it was turning me on -- it was like you owned me, totally, and that felt really good. Like I was just your toy. In the end all I wanted was to please you -- by pleasing him. I think I'd have done anything you asked -- anything at all."

"But in the end, you were pleasing yourself -- you really enjoyed his young prick up your bum."

"Yes, it was fantastic -- I'd never have done that if -- if you hadn't made me do it. You realise that up until then, you are the only man that has ever been in there?"

"Of course. And I still am -- I just got him to do it for me, that one time. I thought it might do him good."

"I guess you were fucking Freya to please him too?"

"Well, not exactly -- more to please her really. She was so randy. And I wanted to show Dan what she needs -- I don't think he's really giving it to her enough at the moment."

"So it was a more of pity fuck then?"

"Hardly -- you know I like Freya -- she really gets me going, especially now that she's so pregnant. She's gorgeous." I thought about how incredible it felt, my stiff prick deep in her wet cunt. "No, you're right -- I fucked her because I wanted to."

"Well, you owe me one, anyway." I wasn't quite sure how she worked this out, but didn't want to argue. "Are you going to ask Dick around again? I think I know how to handle him -- and it sounds like you do too..."

"Sure," I said -- "and Nelson as well, if you like?"

"Oh yes," she said, "I'd like that very much. But no more tying up, this time -- I don't want a gangbang."

"Well, no more snogging, then. It makes me feel a bit... insecure."

"I know what just what you mean," she said. "OK, I'll be good... promise."

As luck would have, there was rugby from Twickenham on Saturday, and I know Richard is a big fan, so I asked him round, suggesting he bring Nelson with him. Richard proposed we watch it as his place, as he had a huge widescreen TV, so it was all arranged.

When I told Tishy, she looked disappointed. "I was hoping to invite Rory and Euan," she said. When I looked puzzled, she added "You remember Euan? -- we did some photos for him, just before the holidays."

"Oh, I remember Euan," I said smiling. I wasn't sure how this would work, since Euan and Rory were rather younger than Richard and Nelson, but I called Richard and he was fine with it, so Tishy went ahead and invited her boys. Of course, they said yes.

Tishy spent a lot of time thinking about what to wear. She said she didn't want to spoil the match by being out of place -- as if -- but at the same time she obviously wanted to be sexy. Eventually she hit on the solution -- she'd dress as a French maid, and serve us drinks.

She gave me a preview on the Friday evening. She had on a black cotton dress with frilly white cuffs and collar. It seemed to me a size too small, so that the buttons up the front looked as if they may pop off at any moment. The dress was way too short, but fitted her bum perfectly. Black sheer stockings, with matching suspenders, together with the black four inch heels she'd bought from Mark and Chloe, completed the outfit.

"Bend over," I said, and she bent forward from the waist, so I could see down her top. Black silk bra, very low cut -- lots of lovely cleavage. I walked around her, to inspect from the rear. Her legs were stunning -- straight seams -- and the dress rode nicely over her bum to reveal silky black panties. She always looks great in stockings.

"Wow," I said. She straightened up, and felt my dick through my pants.

"Well, it seems to do the job," she said, smiling. "I have a little white frilly apron, to go with it, which ties around the back. Should I put my hair up?"

"Yes, and no makeup, except for scarlet lipstick."

"On my mouth, or my nipples?" she teased.

I put my arm around her waist, drew her to me, and kissed her. She drew back, and pushed me away. "Not now, sir" she said, coquettishly -- "The mistress might see, and I don't want to lose my job." I grinned as she left the room, slightly uncertain on the heels.

We left in plenty of time on Saturday, planning to help Richard set things up and get some snacks together. We also brought a case of beer, to help things along. Tishy was wearing jeans, a simple top with no bra, and flat shoes -- the weather was still very warm. "My outfit is in here," she explained, pointing to a small suitcase. "I want it to be a surprise."

Just before we got out of the car at Dick's place, she reached across and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Oh, and remember," she said, "the maid is called Suzette."

"Very good, sweetheart," I said indulgently, and we went inside. Richard gave us each a hug, holding my wife rather closer than was really necessary.

"My," he said, stepping back -- "You're looking good."

"That's sweet," she said, slightly reserved. "I hope to give you a surprise later. But first, let's sort out the catering."

We unpacked the beers in the kitchen -- Richard had a case too -- and a bottle of scotch -- "Perhaps for later," as he put it. Then there were various crisps and nachos to be put into bowls, so we were quite busy. We took the snacks, and some beer glasses through to a low table in the middle of the lounge.

"Can I use your bedroom, Dick?" said Tishy, brightly, when all the preparation was done. "I need to get changed."

"Sure," he said -- and took her to find it. They were gone some time.

Richard's place was quite fancy -- everything was modern, and very fashionable. The lounge had the largest TV I'd ever seen, with lots of plush leather sofas and chairs, like in a cinema. I noticed there was a little garden out the back, with a patio.

Soon the doorbell rang, and I answered it -- it was Nelson. "Come in," I said, grasping his hand. "Richard's in the bedroom with my wife."

"Goodness," he said, grinning -- "That was quick!"

Richard appeared soon after, fully dressed. "Just a little complication," he said, without further explanation. Then Euan and Rory arrived together, and the party was complete. We went to the lounge, and Richard put the TV on. The match still hadn't started, so we stood around chatting. I wondered if we should fetch beers, then thought better of it.

Tishy appeared discretely in the doorway. The outfit was brilliant -- with her hair in a bun at the back of her head, the little white frilly apron around her neck, tied around her waist with a bow, she was the perfect French maid. The red lipstick completed the picture -- she was adorable.

"Aaah, Suzette," said Richard, obviously following instructions. "Beers all round, I think."

"Yes, of course, sir," she said, and disappeared to the kitchen. It all happened so fast, I think some of the guys hardly noticed.

Tishy returned with a silver tray, with five opened bottles on it. She went to the low table in the middle of the room, and bending from the waist, with perfect poise, began pouring the beers into the glasses on the table.

Of course, now her short dress slid up over her bottom, and her rear was exposed to everyone -- long straight seams, stocking tops, white thighs, suspenders, and her round white cheeks divided by black silk. Soon all the guys had noticed -- and the room fell silent, save for some tosser on the TV droning on about rugby.

"Guys, this is Suzette, my maid," said Richard, trying to look serious. Tishy looked around, just to check that everyone was paying attention, then returned to her work.

"Goodness," said Nelson, "That's a fine.... ensemble." I like Nelson -- he's very civilised, and rather funny. "I don't remember her from last time I was here."

"She's here just for the rugby," explained Richard -- "I thought it might help us enjoy the game." Then he went over to her, and put his hand gently on her bottom. "I think you should hand the glasses round, Suzette," he said gently.

"Very good, sir," said Tishy, ignoring his hand. She then quickly squatted to the floor, and stood up straight with the tray of full glasses, without spilling a drop. I was astonished -- I never knew she could do that. I wondered if she'd been practising.

She began to work the room, starting with Nelson -- "Beer, sir?" I noticed that she'd left undone several buttons of the black blouse, so plenty of cleavage was displayed down the top of the loose white apron. Nelson looked impressed.

Of course, Euan and Rory recognised her, but they didn't say anything, and soon everybody was drinking beer, and settling down in the chairs to watch the game, which was about to start. Tishy offered the crisps and nachos, bending down low, giving a good view of her knockers in the black lacy bra. While the rest of us got another chance to look up her dress.

Once everyone had what they wanted, she stood by the door, awaiting further instruction. There was a feeling of excited anticipation in the room -- and it wasn't from the rugby.

After about ten minutes, Richard asked everybody whether they fancied another beer. Of course, we all said yes, and Tishy went around collecting the glasses. Just as she left the room, she went to whisper in Richard's ear. "Yes, it is rather hot -- no problem," he said, grinning.

She returned with full glasses, balanced on the tray. The dress was now undone down to her middle, so that it flapped right open. The black bra was very pretty, half cups, with her white boobs spilling out over the top.

When she came to offer me my beer, I patted my lap, and she sat on it, demurely. I slipped my hand inside the apron, at the side, and gently fondled her breast through the bra. Her nipples were erect, poking through the thin material. "It is rather hot, Suzette" I whispered.

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

Richard was watching closely, and patted his knee. Dutifully, my wife slipped from my lap to his, and he likewise played with her boobs through the bra. Richard and Nelson were on the sofa together, and soon they had a breast each. Tishy leaned across Nelson, to give him better access, raising a leg onto the sofa.

Her short dress slid up to the top of her thigh, exposing the suspenders and the crotch of her panties to everyone in the room. Richard stroked the inside of her thigh, but when he reached the black silk panties, she sat up. "That's enough of that, sir," she said, primly, in her best cockney accent. And went to sit on Rory's knee instead.

Poor Rory didn't have much of a clue what to do -- he put his arm around her waist, and that was enough for him. Euan was bolder, and groped her boobs as the rest of us had done. He then kissed her on the neck, and she got up again.

For the next round of beers, the dress was done up again, though still showing plenty of cleavage. But it became obvious the moment she bent forward for her first customer that the bra had gone. Enough of her buttons were undone to give each of us in turn a glimpse of her enormous knockers swinging loose inside the dress, as she handed us our beer.

When she got to Richard, he whispered something to her, and she left the room, returning with a little dustpan and brush. She then did the rounds, daintily crouching down from time to time to sweep up fallen snacks from the carpet. It was very prettily done -- every time she squatted, her tits swung, and the little black dress rose up showing her knickers.

Before she left the room, I said gallantly, "Suzette, why don't you let me loosen that dress for you -- it's so very warm in here."

"Why, thank you, sir," she said, sitting in my lap. I slipped his hand inside her apron, and undid the remaining buttons on the dress, giving better access to her breasts. Which I then proceeded to fondle. He nipples were stiff under my fingers, and I tweeked them to tease her.

I bounced both of her tits for the benefit of the others and asked, "What do you think guys, better?" There were smiles of approval all round. She smiled, pretending to be shy, and shook her tits from side to side.

"Oh sir, you're so naughty," she said, and slapped my hand. For a moment I thought we were in a Benny Hill sketch.

"How about another beer, love?" asked Nelson.

"Coming up, sir," said my wife, smiling, and went to the kitchen to fill his glass. When she returned, with her tray, her dress was still open, and we could see most of her lovely swaying knockers. She stood before Nelson, and bent forward slowly, to serve his beer. One of her tits escaped the apron, and swung inches from his face. She held that position rather longer than necessary, while Nelson brought his beer to his lips.

Euan quickly cottoned on, and asked if he could have a beer too. Suzette went off to attend to him. I said to Nelson, "That was quite an eyeful you just got there."

"Indeed it was. This maid has fantastic tits," he replied. I could only agree.

Richard was next to call Suzette for another beer. He looked to me as if seeking permission to do something. I gave a subtle nod of approval. My wife repeated her performance, serving Richard his beer, bending and showing off her knockers. As she straightened up, she said "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"Do you mind if I take a closer look?" he asked, looking her straight in the eye.

My wife returned his direct look, and said, "No, sir, not at all. I'm completely at your service."

Richard reached to my wife's dress and pushed it back off her shoulder at one side exposing her entire breast. He put his hand under it, bounced it, jiggled it and then began playing with her nipple. He pinched gently, then sucked it into his mouth. We all watched intently as he swirled his tongue around.

Meanwhile Nelson had slipped his hand up under her dress, between her thighs, and she didn't try to stop him. When Richard let her nipple drop from his mouth, he said "Give my friend a turn." She moved across to Nelson, and soon he has sucking her tits too.

Her body was now draped across Richard's lap, and she had to lift one leg to the sofa to steady herself. Her dress rode right up, and Richard put his hand on her thigh, just above the stockings, and then fondled her bottom. He whispered in her ear -- "You're driving us crazy, you know that, right?"

She straightened up, rearranged her dress, to make herself almost decent, and giving him her most winning smile replied, "Well, I hope so, sir."

Tishy continued to serve us throughout the rest of the first half of the game, doing very little to cover her bare breasts, expecting to be groped whenever we fancied a feel. We didn't disappoint her -- she had someone's hands on her tits or up her dress every time.

At half time, we all got up to stretch our legs and go to the bathroom. Euan came over to me and said, "The contrast of Nelson's hands on Tishy's white tits is amazing - it would make for some great photos."

This got me thinking. "Perhaps you could ask them to pose for your photography club?" I suggested.

"I was thinking that too. Do you think they would?"

"I don't know -- if I were you, I'd start by asking Nelson, and if you can persuade him to pose nude, then who knows -- she might too."

Suzette was now handing around the snacks. She got a lot of cuddles from the guys, who couldn't get enough of feeling her up. She looked very happy -- she loves being the centre of attention.

When she came around to me, I whispered "As much as I like your little black dress, and the way your tits fall out of it, I think it's time for you to take it off."

"Whatever you say, sir," she replied, grinning -- "If you guys want topless, topless it is." She said this sufficiently loudly that most of the room got the message. She stood where everyone could see her, and slowly removed her dress, sliding it off her shoulders, to her waist.

"All the way, sir?" she asked, cheekily. I nodded, and undid the tie behind her back, so that the little apron fell forward from around her neck. Wiggling her hips, the dress dropped to the floor. It hadn't been covering much, anyway -- and she still had the little white apron. To keep her decent, I tied it again behind her back, with a nice big bow. And pinched her bum through the black silk knickers. "Och!" she squealed, "Really, sir!".

Even though we had all felt up her tits many times, it was still very erotic to watch her undress. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched intently as if we were seeing her for the first time. She did look adorable, in heels, stockings and suspenders, with only her black knickers and the little white frilly apron to preserve her modesty.

When she was finished, and worked the room again, we all settled down to see the rest of the game. Though to be frank, I don't think anyone was particularly thinking about rugby -- it wasn't a very interesting game anyway.

Richard asked her if she could clean up the carpet again, and she went to the kitchen to get the dustpan and brush. As she returned, he whispered to me, "Watch this." As she squatted to the floor, he said "I think you'd do it better on your hands and knees -- make sure you do it properly."

She did do it properly, bless her. Around and between the chairs, her bottom exposed in the black silk knickers, wiggling as she crawled, her lovely knockers swinging inside the loose white apron. I felt in part sorry for her, but also incredibly turned on. And I don't think I was the only one.

As she came by my chair, I fondled her bottom, and slipped my hand between her legs, feeling her pussy through the silk. She was very wet. She looked up at me, and I beckoned her to come to my lap. Like a cat. She crawled into it, and I fondled her breasts, her head resting on my very obvious erection.

"They feel very uncomfortable -- shall I take them off?" she whispered

"What, my pants?" I whispered back.

"No silly, my knickers."

"Better not, unless you want a riot." She looked disappointed -- but the knickers stayed on.

Nelson requested another beer. When she returned with it, she slipped easily into his arms, and soon he was playing with her tits, first with his hands, then with his mouth. Euan was right -- the contrast of his large black hands with her soft white flesh was particularly erotic. She was facing Nelson, her legs astride him, her tits in his face.

Richard was sitting with Nelson on the sofa, and I suddenly noticed his hand slip from my wife's bottom, to under her knickers. From the warm flush on her face, I wondered if he might have got a finger up her, but from where I was sitting it was hard to be sure.

She lifted slightly on Nelson's lap, and then I was convinced -- Richard was fingering her pussy. She settled back, and his hand was squeezed between her pussy and Nelson's crotch. She then squirmed, rubbing Richard's trapped hand against what was doubtless a very hard prick. What a naughty girl she was.

The temperature in the room seemed to have risen several degrees. Nelson came to the rescue -- "Whoa, missy," he said, in his deep voice -- "Not so fast, or we'll have an accident." Everyone's eyes were on them. She lifted up, and Richard extracted his hand, giving me an apologetic grin.

Euan obviously wanted a share of the action, because he piped up -- "Miss, can I have another beer too, please?" Rory asked for one as well. When she returned, the two beers balanced on her tray, I wondered if she'd been at the scotch in the kitchen -- she wasn't quite so steady as she had been.

Sure enough, as she leaned over to give Rory his drink, she lost her balance, and the glass of beer ended up in his lap. In trying to catch it, she was about to lose the other glass too, but Euan snatched it from the tray, rather deftly. She then tripped, and ended up in a heap at their feet.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she exclaimed, as, rather breathlessly, she got up on her knees. Her loss of dignity left her rather dishevelled, but that just made her even more sexy. Rory and Euan certainly thought so -- they were staring at her big knockers, stunned.

"I'm so sorry," she said again, more genuinely perhaps this time, and then, "But you're all wet sir -- your trousers are soaked -- let me help you." And before Rory had a chance to object, she'd undone his belt, and yanked his pants down his legs, taking his undies with them.

His not insignificant prick sprang to attention. He tried to cover it with his hand, embarrassed. Nelson, well meaning, I think, exclaimed -- "Well, that's a big stiffy." Richard just laughed.

My wife did the one thing that could be done to rescue the situation. She fell forward into Rory's lap, and swirled her tongue around his shiny red knob. He fell back onto the sofa, resistance futile, and soon he was fondling her tits as she sucked his prick like a pro.

Euan put down the beer on the table and stared at my wife's backside as she sucked his friend. Then he got down on his knees behind her, and started to feel her up, sliding his hand back and forth between her thighs, touching her pussy through the wet silk knickers. She spread her legs a little, to help him.

"Go on son," I said, "Give it to her -- you know you want to." He had his trousers round his knees in a moment, his erection springing free, all primed for action. He then simply pulled the silk knickers to one side, and pushed his prick straight up her twat. She groaned audibly, and wriggled her bottom to work him further in.

"He's a lucky boy," said Richard to me -- "I've been wanting to do that all afternoon."

"Indeed, haven't we all," I said.

As Euan thrust away, his buttocks tense with concentration, Rory came in her mouth -- I could see her gulping it all down. Lifting off him, she whispered "Thank you, sir." She was such a trooper -- still in character -- almost, anyway.

Euan was now fucking her furiously, his hands gripping her white buttocks, his prick shoving up her as deep as he could go. He kept thrusting even after he'd come, until his dick eventually softened, and he dropped back, exhausted by his exertion.

"Well," said Nelson, grinning, "That was fun." My wife was slumped against the sofa, bottom still in the air, Euan's cum dribbling from her pussy into her panties. "Now, who wants to go next?" said Nelson, rhetorically.

We looked at the screen and the match was already over -- nobody had noticed. Richard switch off the TV. "Show's over, I think" he said, diplomatically.

I went across to my wife, and lifted her back to the sofa. I tidied her up a bit, rearranging the apron across her front, to cover her tits and pussy. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean it to happen all at once like that."

"No harm done," I said softly. "I think we all enjoyed it." She grinned, sweetly.

Once Euan and Rory had recovered somewhat, he found Rory a pair of dry pants he could borrow, to get home in. "I'm sorry we have to go," said Euan, "But Rory has a date with Sue this evening." Sue was Rory's girlfriend.

"Yes," he said, looking at us nervously, "She'll be cross if I'm late."

"Better not tell her how you spent your afternoon," said Nelson -- "That might make her very cross indeed."

"Yes, I'm not sure she'd really understand," said Euan.

After the boys had left, Richard suggested we try his hot tub, to relax. I was surprised -- I always associate hot tubs with the US. But then, on reflection, Richard was just the sort of guy that would have a hot tub.

"Sounds perfect," I said -- "Is it ready?"

"Should be," said Richard, and he and Nelson went out onto the patio together. I went back into the lounge to find Tishy.

"Richard has a hot tub." I said -- "What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect," she said -- "I've never been in a hot tub. Is Nelson still here?"

"Yes, but Rory left with Euan, for a date with Sue."

"Probably for the best. Still, who'd have thought it?" I wanted to suggest it was hardly surprising, given her performance -- but thought better of it.

"Come on," I said, "Let's join the boys."

"Just a second," she said, undid the garter belt, and unrolled the stockings down her long legs. "Not very suitable for a hot tub." Still, she kept on the knickers, and put her shoes back on. "Just to keep up appearances." Actually, since her knickers were wet with Euan's cum, it wasn't clear to me what sort of appearances she had in mind, but I kept this thought to myself.

When we got out on the patio, Richard and Nelson were already in the hot tub, the water bubbling away up to their chests. "Join us," said Richard. I stripped off my shirt and pants, assuming, correctly as it turned out, that they were naked under the water.

Tishy stepped out of her shoes, and looked at Richard, questioningly. "Of course," he said -- "It's a hot tub." So she dropped her knickers, and gave us her best demure smile.

"Well, why not?" she said. "We're all friends here."

They moved apart to make room for her, and I gave her my hand to help her into the tub. She slid in between them, settling down into the bubbling water, up to her tits.

"Oooh -- it's hot!" she said, surprised.

"It's a hot tub," I said, climbing in opposite her. It was like a dinner party -- I was opposite my wife, and we were both between Richard and Nelson. Very cosy.

She was right -- it was very hot. And relaxing -- the bubbles massaged your whole body in a most delicious way. I watched my wife's breasts as they floated on the surface, her hard nipples pointing right at me. I could get used to this.

I reached across, and took both her tits in my hands. "Watching my wife's titties bobbing in the water is really too much to resist," I explained. I played with them for a while, then fell back between Richard and Nelson.

"So, Dick," said my wife, "Do you do this often?"

Nelson grinned at my wife's nick name for Richard. "Dick by name and dick by nature," he said, laughing.

"I find it's a very nice way to -- get to know people." Richard said, putting his arm around her.

"I see what you mean," she said, as his hand slid to her waist, then groped her breast. Nelson started to fondle the other. "Hmmmm... Having two guys feeling my tits at the same time, now that's what I call heaven." And she purred like a kitten.

"Your wife's come a long way since we last met...." said Dick.

"Yes," I said, "We both have, really. You should have seen her on holiday -- she behaved quite scandalously."

"You were no angel yourself," replied my wife, "Especially that night with BJ." I coloured, remembering Jonathan's dick, and how nice it was to suck. But now it seemed no big deal.

"Live and let live, I say...," said Nelson, pinching my wife's nipple. "Dick is right, Jim -- your wife does have the most perfect tits." It gave me pleasure to hear him say it -- I love sharing her.

As I watched Dick and Nelson play with my wife, I noticed her arms were reaching out to her sides, and I wondered if she was searching for their dicks. I realised all of a sudden that anything could be happening under the water, and nobody else would really know about it. My dick stiffened at the thought. I stroked it, thoughtfully.

Dick was telling Nelson about the night when we had first talked Tishy into taking her bra off, and how good her breasts looked under her blouse, and how I'd let him open it, and fondle them. As I listened to him talk, I thought about Dick's long stiff prick, and how my wife had first taken it into her mouth, sucking the plum.

It was at this moment I felt a hand resting on my right thigh. I thought at first it must be Tishy, then realised that it couldn't be -- it came from my right -- it must be Nelson. It moved lightly back and forth on the soft inside of my thigh, then slipped down and onto my balls. Playing with them. I was astonished -- he was so gentle.

Dick was still talking about my wife, but my head was spinning. I looked across at Tishy, but she was just enjoying the guys playing with her titties. I didn't know what to do -- it seemed rude to push Nelson away -- and it felt good. I decided to just relax and enjoy it.

His hand moved upwards, brushing along my dick. I could feel myself getting stiffer, responding to the touch. It was perhaps odd, how different it felt, his hand on my dick. It was, perhaps, like tickling. You can't really tickle yourself, and you can't really stimulate yourself nearly as well as someone else can do it for you.

It then occurred to me that perhaps my wife was playing with his dick, under the water. There was only one way to find out -- my right hand set out to explore. I must have misjudged it, because my fingers brushed across what could only be his belly.

I massaged it for a while, as if this was what I'd intended all along, then slid my hand downwards into his wiry pubic hair. My thumb was just reaching around the base of his prick when I felt another hand touch mine, ever so lightly, but unmistakeable. I looked across at my wife, and she gave me a sly smile. I was busted.

I slid my hand upwards, hoping to feel her touching him, but she was gone. Instead, I found myself with my hand wrapped around a very thick dick. It felt so much fatter than my own -- my fingers couldn't quite meet my thumb. But higher up it seemed to get smaller, as I smoothed the velvety skin over the head. Then slid my fingers back down, still not wanting to actually grip it. It felt lovely -- silky smooth, soft and hard at the same time.

So, there I was, my own prick stiff in his hand, while I slid my own up and down his growing erection. It's difficult to describe what I felt -- it was like wanking, but so much better. I closed my eyes and gave into the sensations. I honestly wasn't sure any more which dick was mine and which was his.

Meanwhile, Dick was now telling Nelson about the time we'd wrestled, him and me, naked, for Tishy. He added a few embellishments of his own, and my wife didn't contradict him. Nelson suggested we try that again sometime. I knew for a fact that wrestling with Nelson I wouldn't stand a chance -- he was far fitter and stronger than I was. But his hand and his prick felt so good.

This happy reverie was interrupted by the feeling of another hand, brushing my left hip. Dick was exploring too. When he found my prick, Nelson let go, and Dick's hand replaced his. He was even more gentle than Nelson, his palm rubbing gently the sensitive skin at the base of my knob. Just like I would do it myself.

I looked across at Tishy, and she had that faraway look, her breaths long and deep, that told me that someone was fingering her pussy. Dick's left hand had disappeared below the water, but Nelson was pinching her nipple, tweeking it in his fingers. She came with a deep shuddering that made her breasts heave in the water. She then relaxed back, looking completely spent.

Nelson continued to toy with her titties, and I decided that this was a good opportunity to explore to my left -- Dick's hand around my prick made we want to feel his. I soon found it -- Tishy must have released it when she came, because it was already very stiff.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed quite hard. He gripped my erection in turn -- it felt very good. He felt just as I feel myself -- hard and soft all at the same time, with little ridges of pleasure as I slid my hand along. But he was so much longer than me -- his shaft went on forever.

Tishy whispered something in Nelson's ear that I couldn't catch. He smiled, and lifted up until he was sitting on the side of the tub, water running from him. He was an impressive specimen of a man -- strong thighs, firm buttocks, well defined abs. And his fat black prick jutting out horizontally from his curly pubes, dripping into the tub.

My wife took it in her hand, and squeezed. Dick and I watched as she moved her head closer, and began to lick around his exposed purple knob, then take it in her mouth, slurping like it was popsicle. She tried to slide her mouth down his shaft, but as it got wider further down, and she reached a point where she could go no further. So she slid back, and resumed sucking his knob, and playing with his big black balls.

It was an amazing sight, to see my wife sucking a black man -- there seemed something transgressive about it. For some reason, part of me felt afraid -- but I was also very excited. Before I quite knew what was happening, I felt the cum rising in my balls, up my shaft, and spurting harmlessly into the water. For a moment I was completely overcome by the pure pleasure of expelling semen.

When I next looked, my wife was still lost in sucking black prick -- she didn't even know that I'd come. "I think you two should get a room," said Dick, laughing. She reluctantly let go of it, and Nelson nodded, took her hand, and helped her up out of the tub. He grinned at us. "There are towels just inside the door," Dick added helpfully.

I still had Dick in my hand, and I really didn't want to let him go. I had of course played with myself ten thousand times, so holding a prick in my hand was not a new sensation. But another man's prick, that was an entirely different proposition. It felt strange and new -- and at the same time totally familiar.

He was massaging my balls, softly and gently, under the water. I wanted to bring him off, but wasn't quite sure how best to handle him -- his shaft was so long, it really needed both hands. So I turned towards him, and with my right hand gently cupped his balls. Massaging his knob in the palm of my left hand, I slid my right along his shaft. He started jerking in my hands, and then I felt the cum rising up from the base of his prick, spasming out into the water.

All of a sudden, I felt exhausted. We both slumped back, still playing with each other's balls. He looked at me, for the first time, a happy smile on his face. "It's about time," he said -- "Good, isn't it?" He seemed to think it was all so normal.

"Yeah," I said, truthfully, smiling, "It was good."

I lay back in the warm water, still thinking about my wife sucking on Nelson's prick. "Perhaps we'd better go and see what the other two are up to?" I said at last. So we got out of the hot tub, and through into the lounge, to look for towels.

We were too late of course. They were on the sofa -- she was lying back, with one leg up, thighs spread wide, and he was between them, his buttocks rocking gently back and forth. She had that blissful look on her face, which told me he must already be inside her.

Drying myself with the towel, I walked around to the end of the sofa to get a closer look. He was fondling her tits, squeezing her nipples, while she had her hands on his broad hard chest. She must have been very wet, because his fat prick was sliding easily, in and out between her spread pussy lips, slowly, leisurely, taking all the time in the world.

It must have been the thickness of his shaft that did it, because she was gasping each time, forward or back, slowly building to her climax. "Looks like she really likes that," observed Dick, and he was right -- she was in heaven. I felt jealous -- perhaps it was right what they said about black guys -- perhaps she'd never want me again after this.

Still, there was nothing to be done -- she was well past the point of no return. She came, with a long, long moan, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh......", like it was one continuous pleasure. He continued screwing her right through it, with no change of pace, just this hypnotic slow back and forth.

After she'd come, he pulled out, and in one jerk with his hand spewed his cum all over her tits and belly. She smiled at him in gratitude. The last of his thick white cum dribbled down his black dick and over his hand. He turned to us and grinned. "Yeah," he said, "I so needed that."

Coming back down to earth, Tishy smiled at me and Dick, looking rather guilty. Noticing our limp dicks, she said, "Well, I can see you two had fun!" I felt like a schoolboy, caught out by teacher. I think we all felt a bit uncomfortable, except for Nelson, who seemed to take it all in his stride.

"Your wife has a fine pussy, Jim," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders, like a father.

"You needn't have pulled out," I said, unnecessarily. "She's pregnant."

"Oh," he replied, "Really? -- congratulations!" Dick looked surprised too.

"Yes, just twelve weeks, so it hardly shows yet."

Nelson put his hand gently on my wife's tummy, respectfully, like a doctor. She looked at him happily -- she was still in a bit of a daze. He smeared his cum over her, then over her breasts.

"Well, you're very lucky, Jim -- she's one fine woman," he said.

He gave her his hand and gallantly helped her to her feet. Then kissed her hand, like a gentleman. Dick grinned at me -- perhaps Nelson was always like this. Nelson wrapped his towel around his waist to hide his softening dick -- not that he needed to, as it was still pretty impressive.

"Perhaps you need to be getting home, Nelson," suggest Richard, gently -- "Didn't you say you had to be back by seven?"

"Goodness, yes," said Nelson, looking at the clock -- it was already past eight o'clock. "I told my wife I'd be home -- we were supposed to be going out!" And he strode across the room, to find his clothes.

"He has a wife?" said Tishy to Richard, genuinely shocked -- I'm not sure why, but there we are.

"Yes, of course," replied Richard -- "She's very sweet -- Rosa she's called -- they have three kids."

Nelson was now half dressed, and grinned at us. "Yes," he said, beaming -- "The finest kids in the world."

"Well, then you'd better hurry up and get back to them," said my prim, but naked, English wife. A stray drop of Nelson's cum dropped from her chin between her tits. She was such a mass of contradictions, it made me smile.

Nelson strode up to her, dressed now, full of confidence, and gave my sticky wife a big hug, squashing her breasts against his chest. "That's just what I intend to do, little lady," he said, and before we knew it he was out of the door and away.

After Nelson had left, the three of us flopped down on the sofa, Tishy in the middle. She took our limp dicks in her hands, either side. "Well, what use are these to a girl?" she exclaimed, teasing.

"Perhaps we should get something to eat?" suggested Richard -- "Give us all time to recover our strength."

"I can cook, for us, if you've anything in the fridge," suggested Tishy, brightly. Richard didn't seem to be sure what he had in his fridge, so he took my wife to the kitchen to find out. She returned wearing her little white apron. "There's some eggs and some cheese," she said, coyly -- "Omelette?"

Richard and I sat at the kitchen table, naked, while Tishy knocked up the omelettes. Occasionally he got up to find her ingredients, taking advantage of the situation to fondle her bottom. I was musing over how different her bum was to Dick's -- hers so soft and round and feminine -- and frankly fuckable -- his hard and firm and male.

Richard found us a bottle of white wine, and we sat down to enjoy a simple but rather enjoyable meal. "You know what I'd really like to see?" said Tishy, as we sat back, contented. I guessed what was coming, but didn't say anything. Neither did Richard -- I think we both were recalling a previous encounter.

"I guess you want us to wrestle again?" I ventured.

"Well," she said, "What I'd really like is to watch you playing with each other."

"I see," said Richard, an amused look on his face.

"On holiday," she went on, "We got to know this sweet young lad called BJ, and -- well -- we all went to bed together and Jim sucked his dick." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed -- I hadn't expected her to tell this to Richard. I guess I was worried he'd think I was gay or something.

"And how was it?" said Richard, to me.

"It was OK..." I said cautiously -- "Nice actually, especially when he did me -- he was really good at it. Sucking dick, I mean," I added, just to make sure there was no ambiguity.

"Yes," said Tishy, "I think he'd been practising -- on his brother."

"Well, you did have fun on holiday!" said Richard. "I think when you suck a dick, it feels like the next best thing to sucking your own -- and every guy thinks about that at some time or other -- it's perfectly natural."

"So you don't think it's gay or anything?" I said.

"No, it's so different to when a woman does it. Almost narcissistic. I can't even say which I prefer -- it's just different."

"I think it's really sexy," said Tishy, stroking her pussy under the apron. "It gets me wet just to hear you two talk about it."

I admit I was nervous, but excited -- it was clear where all this was heading. I really wanted to see Dick's huge prick slide up my wife's pussy again. But then, truthfully, I'd also wanted to suck it myself -- in fact I think I'd secretly wanted this ever since I first saw her take it stiff in her mouth. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I excused myself to go to the bathroom -- and give myself a few moments to calm down.

He was right, it was different. Nothing to do with affection, or relationship, still less making babies. Just purely sexual. Like wanking, but better. Much better.

When I returned to the lounge Richard was sitting upright on the sofa, while she straddled him, kissing him. A flash of emotion went through me. It was part excitement, part desire and finally there was a touch of fear. We'd agreed -- no kissing -- yet. There was little time to think those emotions through, only to feel them.

Tishy was breathing hard, and moaning softly as she rocked her hips back and forth. Richard's hand was under my wife's apron, between her legs She looked so beautiful, her lips parted slightly and her eyes closed. I don't think she even knew I was there -- she was just lost in the pleasure of Richard's hand on her pussy.

I came up behind her and leaned in to plant kisses on her neck. She reached back to feel my head with her hand. I cupped her breasts under the little apron. She sighed, closing her eyes again and throwing back her head. Her nipples were perky, and I could tell by the way she moved that Richard's fingers were inside her wet pussy.

My wife moaned as I continued to kiss her neck and shoulder and gently play with her tits and hard nipples. Tishy sat, head thrown back, eyes closed, swaying gently as my hands explored her body. She was shaking slightly, too, which made her large breasts tremble. I undid her hair, letting it fall down her back, then inhaled her scent, revelling in the pleasure of holding and touching my beautiful wife.

Her breath was getting shorter. She shuddered and her breasts jiggled lightly, just inches from Richard's face. He leaned in, kissing her tits, swirling his tongue around her nipple, and Tishy gasped. Her breathing became fast and excited. Having two men kissing her, caressing her, making love to her, was really exciting her -- we'd never done anything quite like this before. I could smell her arousal.

She now had Richard's long slim dick in her hand, stroking, teasing, caressing it. I watched fascinated as it responded to her touch, swelling, then stiffening. His breathing became heavier, and he began to move with little gentle movements, pushing his erection through her hands. I cupped her heavy breast, squeezing her erect nipples between my fingers, and kissed her neck as she worked his prick. My own dick was also stiff, pressing against her body, caressed by her long hair.

Tishy pushed back from the couch, to her feet. She reached behind her neck, but couldn't get the apron undone. I undid it for her, and it fell to her waist. Richard lay back on the couch, his erection jutting upwards. "Your wife has the most fantastic tits," he said, dreamily. I then undid the bow around her waist, and the apron fell to the floor. "And the most perfect pussy," he added.

She now stood before us, completely nude, and did a little twirl, for our benefit. "Well, I'm all yours, gentlemen," she said with a cheeky smile on her face. She then turned to me, and kissed me deeply, taking my fat prick in her hand. I slid my own hand between her legs, and two fingers slipped straight inside -- she was indeed very wet.

I was aware of Richard rising from the couch to stand behind her, kissing her neck as I had done. Her breasts were squashed against my chest, so he fondled her bottom, then reached around to the front between her legs, where his hand met mine. I yielded her pussy to him, and he slipped inside as easily as I had. Kissing my wife while another man felt her up was still a novel experience for me -- weird, but exciting.

She must have felt his dick pressing against her bottom, because she broke off our kissing, and reached behind her to take it back in her hand. She pulled on it gently, drawing him around her body, until he was facing me. I stepped back to watch them play with each other -- his fingers up her snatch, hers stroking his long hard prick.

Tishy was enraptured, captivated, by the size of Dick's erection. I admit I was pretty captivated too, watching his crimson knob swell as she stroked his shaft, bringing forth a drop of precum from the little slit. Dick sighed deeply as she caressed his large bulbous knob with her palm, and then slid all the way down again to his balls.

I confess -- my mouth was dry. I licked my lips. What I really wanted to do was to drop to my knees and play with his magnificent prick. But I couldn't. I was embarrassed, excited, and helpless. I felt my face reddening, as I stood torn by internal conflict.

Perhaps sensing my discomfort, my wife reached out with her other hand, and pulled me in. "Join us," she said gently, stroking my aching erection, alternating between cupping my balls and stroking up and down on my shaft, while she did the same with his. "There's no hurry," she added, "All in good time..."

He took his fingers from her pussy and lifted them to her mouth. She sucked on them, then reached in and kissed me. I could taste her pussy. Then she kissed him again, all the while working our pricks. "Aren't I the lucky girl?" she said, running her tongue over her lips.

Keeping hold of our dicks, as if she never wanted to let them go, she sank to a squatting position, legs spread. She looked up and caught my gaze. Wetting her lips again, she leaned slowly forward and kissed the swollen head of Dick's erect prick, all the while looking up at me. She extended her tongue to lightly touch the tip, and then slowly, almost languidly, her tongue caressed his knob, sliding back and forth and under.

Her eyes fluttered in excitement... closing, opening, closing, opening again. Her lips and tongue were sliding all over the shiny crimson knob. I shuddered with arousal as she licked the underside of his dick, running her tongue around the sensitive spot under the head while continuing to stroke both of us.

As she pulled back, a strand of saliva briefly connected the tip of his prick to her lips. Grasping the shaft of his prick, she parted her luscious red lips, then took the mushroom shaped knob into her hot, wet mouth. I watched entranced as her red lips wrapped around him, sliding up and down his length, as she sucked him further into her mouth. With one hand she squeezed his balls, while her other was stroking up and down on my dick.

Then she pulled off him, and before I knew it my own prick was buried in her hot wet mouth, her nose against my tummy. Then slowly letting me out, swirling her tongue over the head of my dick, lapping along the underside of the shaft, teasing my balls, and then engulfing me completely again.

And then I felt the cold air on my wet prick, as she went back to him, licking and slurping his fat knob. My head was spinning -- I didn't know what turned me on more, seeing my wife with her lips wrapped Dick's prick, or feeling the hot wetness of her mouth on mine.

She released Dick's prick from her mouth, and pulled me closer, leading me by my dick, until the knob of my prick was touching his. I was so shocked, and excited, I just let it happen. She ran her tongue back and forth under our dicks while with her hands she teased our shafts and balls.

She began rubbing our pricks together. Both were wet from her saliva and they slid smoothly across each other. It was such an incredible feeling. I couldn't believe it was happening. His prick felt just like mine -- soft and hard, slippery and so smooth. My wife playing her tongue across both dicks at the same time.

Again, I felt a tug, as Tishy gently pulled me downward. I slowly dropped to my knees beside her. Fascinated, I watched close up as she resumed sucking, sliding him in and out of her mouth. Dick shuddered and moaned as Tishy pleasured him. I watched him swell and twitch as Tishy sucked his prick and fondled his balls.

Reaching down between her legs, I gently caressed Tishy's pussy. I could feel her slippery wetness, and knew she was incredibly turned on. Lightly running my fingertips all over between her legs I caressed her outer lips, feeling her pubes softly tickling my palm then dipped a finger into her moist center, and slid it upward, parting her trembling pussy lips.

When I got to her clit, I circled my fingertips around her engorged bud, rolling it with firm but gentle pressure. A muffled moan escaped from around Dick's prick, as she quivered to my touch. I slipped three fingers right up into her, feeling her wet, slippery walls.

Tishy ground herself against my hand and I rotated my fingers deep inside her cunt. She went wild, rolling her hips against me as I wiggled my fingers inside of her. She shuddered to an orgasm, then another, all the while with her luscious lips wrapped around Dick's shaft.

As her excitement subsided, I went back to watching her suck on Dick's gorgeous prick. I knew then that I was going to suck it too -- my mouth was drooling. Our eyes met, and I smiled at her. I leaned over and kissed her neck, then up to her cheek while Richard's prick slid in and out of her mouth. I could feel his knob under my lips on the other side of the soft skin of her cheek.

She allowed his big prick to momentarily escape from her lips, and wrapped it in her hand while turning to me. We kissed, our tongues intertwining, and I could taste his dick on her breath. I put my fingers in her mouth, and she licked her cream off them. Hungrily, I kissed her deeply, licking her lips, trying to taste her myself, but still tasting him.

My wife released his prick, and it bobbed in the air, mere inches from my face. I couldn't believe how hot it was. Here I was, a straight married guy looking right at the most gorgeous big dick ever. It was unreal. There was no way around it. I was staring right at his prick. I couldn't believe it. It was beautiful. And I wanted it.

I was so completely enthralled that I almost didn't notice as Tishy placed her fingers over mine, gently guiding my hand up to his heavy, swollen balls. My inhibitions melted away, as I took them into my hand. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it! I fondled his balls, right in front of my wife, feeling their weight, while Tishy smiled softly at me.

I stared intently at his long prick, jutting out from his body in all its thick, hard glory. I circled my fingers around it and squeezed, feeling him swell in my hand in response. Experimentally, I stroked up and down on his velvety shaft, and then guided it back to Tishy's mouth.

Together we pleasured him, I stroking the shaft of his prick in time with her sucking, while I continued to nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek. His dick felt familiar yet different, and I liked feeling it pulse and throb in my fingers as I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and rolled them gently in my palm.

I gulped and looked down to see my own dick hard and throbbing in my wife's hand. I was so turned on. I knew I was going to take Dick's big prick into my mouth, to taste him, to feel him throbbing and twitching as he slid in and out of my lips. Yet I was a bit afraid -- his knob was so big -- so much more than BJ's little thing. This was a man's prick -- a man I knew -- saw every week at the gym.

Tishy once more took his knob from her mouth, and brought it toward mine. "Suck him, Jim," she whispered in my ear. "Suck Dick's prick for me." I flushed red with embarrassment. I don't know why, but even though I knew I wanted it, it also made me feel uncomfortable. His knob was rounded, shiny and wet, like some small exotic crimson plum. It looked delicious.

Playfully, Tishy brushed it against my mouth, leaving a trail of her saliva on my lips. "Go on," she said seductively, "you know you want it." I hesitantly leaned forward and touched the velvety tip of his dick with my tongue. I took a deep breath as I looked over at Tishy.

Then, gazing into my wife's beautiful brown eyes, I brought my lips to Dick's rigid shaft and began to run my tongue along the taut skin on the underside of his achingly erect penis, sliding slowly up and down its length. Tishy watched, spellbound, as I ran my tongue all over the ample surface of his prick.

"You can do better than that, Jim," she said. "Open wide, and suck..."

Then my instincts took over, I moved in closer, and wrapped my lips around the head of his erect prick. I could taste her saliva, and a hint of cum. Above me I heard him moan gently as I slid my tongue around and around. His luscious knob throbbed as I swirled my tongue back and forth along the underside, exploring with my mouth and tongue.

I took him as deep as I could into my mouth. My mind was reeling at what I was doing, and my own prick ached hot between my legs. Then it felt all hot and wet and gorgeous, and just for a moment I thought I must be sucking my own dick, it felt so good. She sucked me as I sucked him.

I began to copy what my wife was doing. Slowly I slid back, letting him out of me, inch by inch, all the while moving my tongue along his silky shaft. Then down again, and up again, setting a rhythm. Occasionally, I would stop and hold his rigid shaft and simply lick and swirl my tongue along him. Then back into my mouth, bringing him ever closer to coming. Then back off, keeping him on the edge.

I looked over at my wife and she smiled at me, stroking my dick and balls. She leaned in, wanting to share Dick's prick with me. I let it escape from my mouth, and it bobbed in the air for a moment before she wrapped her lips around it.

We alternated sucking for a few minutes, then we both ran our lips and tongues up and down his shaft at the same time, down to the root, then back up to the head, over and over again, licking and sucking and kissing. At the tip of his dick, our tongues intertwined as we licked his cock and kissed one another. I'll never forget the feeling of kissing my wife with the head of his prick in both of our mouths.

Tishy had let go of my dick and was rubbing her pussy. Her fingers were a blur down between her legs, as she rubbed her clit. She moaned from the pleasure she was giving herself and I watched her shudder as she brought herself off while watching me suck Dick's prick. Pulling him from my mouth I whispered to Tishy, "How would you like this up your pussy, sweetheart?"

She looked at me gratefully. "I thought you'd never ask," she said.

Richard looked down at us with an amused smile on his face. "So, Jim," he said, "You're finally going to let me fuck your wife?"

"Of course," I said, still holding his prick. "But treat her gently -- don't hurt her with this monster."

"How do you boys want me?" said Tishy, brightly. She was so accommodating.

"Sit on the edge of the sofa," I instructed, "I want to watch." She scrambled up onto the sofa, and spread her legs wide, displaying her creamy wet slit, gaping where she'd been fingering herself.

"Like this?"

I grinned at Richard, and he licked his lips, then slid slowly down her body, until he was kneeling on the floor between her spread legs. She spread her thighs even wider, pulling them back with her hands behind her knees. For a moment I was tempted to push him aside and fuck her myself.

Her pussy looked gorgeous, her wet lips pouting, engorged with excitement. Dick ran a fingertip along her mons, through her soft hair, over her clit, along her slippery slit, right down to her bottom. Meanwhile I was playing with his wet prick, teasing it lightly between my fingers -- he was so aroused it twitched and jumped.

"Please," Tishy moaned. "No more foreplay, just put it in me, Jim. Please...."

I opened my wife's pussy lips with the head of his prick and slowly began to work his shiny crimson knob into her. It felt as if I was entering her myself -- as if I could feel her wet heat on my own prick. He started to take control himself, pushing forwards, and I reluctantly let go.

I looked up, into my wife's eyes, as Dick entered her. I saw that instant of welcome, as he penetrated her soft wetness, and again felt a moment of fear -- she'd been wanting to feel his prick inside her again for so long. She reached out for me and pulled my face to hers. We kissed softly, our tongues entwined as she shuddered with excitement.

I looked down, and watched as her legs lifted to wrap around his back. He was about half way in, but she wanted more -- much more. Her facial expression changed from passion to lustful desire as Dick slowly pushed further and further up her. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered as her breaths came heavy and fast.

"Aaaah!", she cried out -- "Wait, stop, that's enough..." He was now almost all the way in, with just over an inch left to go. "I... I can feel you right against my cervix," she gasped. "It feels good... but it's so sensitive."

I began to feel her tits, squeezing her nipples. "That's it," she said, "Squeeze them really hard.... that's lovely." Meanwhile he was playing inside her with the knob of his prick, moving in little pushes and wiggles, gradually working it deeper and deeper, until eventually he was all the way inside, his pubic bone pushed against her clit.

They rested, and I nuzzled her gently on the neck. "This is heaven," she whispered, "I so love this prick..." Once again I felt the fear, but also I felt proud of her -- she was a remarkable woman -- she'd taken it all.

Feeling slightly pervy, I moved to the floor for a closer look. Her pussy lips were wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. She was making slow, tiny, movements with her hips, working her clit against the root of his prick, while his knob massaged her cervix. It wasn't really fucking at all. And all the time her breaths were getting shorter and deeper, until she moaned in a continuous cry... "I'm.... cum..... oohhhh...." And her whole body started to shake.

It must have lasted a whole minute... and even then it didn't really end -- she was taking deeper breaths, and he was starting to move inside her, his thick prick pulling out, creamy, and then slowly sliding back into her, until he was balls-deep. "Oh... no... again...." she cried, incoherently, shuddering and shaking with the pleasure of having him buried inside of her.

But this time he showed her no mercy, but began to do her, slowly but surely, pulling his prick almost all of the way out, and then sliding all of the way back inside. With each outward stroke, her pussy lips clung to the shaft of his dick, leaving it wet and glistening with her creamy juices. She was in another world now, crying out every time he thrust into her cunt.

I moved up again, and began kissing my wife's lips, neck, and breasts while Dick continued to stuff her pussy. I squeezed her breasts, fondled her belly, and then reached down between her legs. She was incredibly wet and slippery, and I slid a finger down either side of Dick's shaft as he pumped in and out of my wife's eager cunt.

The feeling of touching them both like that was indescribable. She was shuddering and quivering around my fingers, softly moaning through her parted lips, her eyes closed. I could tell that Dick couldn't hold out much longer. He pushed in as far as he could, and began a series of short, quick spasms. With my fingers still either side of his shaft I could feel his prick pulsing again and again and again as he pumped his load deep into my wife's cunt. She let out a little cry with every spurt.

I massaged and milked him as he slowly slid out of her, until his swollen dick slipped from her body. My hand was all covered in creamy juices. He rolled off onto the floor, exhausted, his freshly fucked dick flopping onto his thigh. Even then, all spent, it was impressive.

But I knew we wern't done yet. Tishy looked at me dreamily right in the eyes, knowing what I was thinking. Her pussy lips were spread wide, all rosy and flushed, and the entrance to her cunt was wide open. I could see the first hint of Dick's cum welling up from her depths. She squeezed, and a white dollop appeared at the entrance to her pussy.

"I want you inside me," she said, simply. I lifted myself between her legs and slid my fat prick ever so easily into her warm creamy interior. My wife's cunt had never been so slippery. Dick's cum coated the walls, and as I pushed in, I could feel the hot warm wetness of his cum and hers ooze out around my shaft.

I took her enormous knockers in my hands, squeezing and pulling the hard nipples. I looked down between her legs and watched my thick prick, coated with cream, plunge in and out of her cunt. Each time I withdrew, it pulled out more and more of his cum, leaving a large wet puddle on the sofa underneath her bum.

"Wife, you're... such... a... slut," I said, breathless, fucking her really hard now.

"Just fuck me, you bastard," she said, looking me in the eyes. And I did. All I could think of was her hot wet pussy wrapped around by stiff throbbing prick. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible -- her cunt rippling with pleasure, I was pumping my own creamy load into her pussy. The release was incredible, almost painful -- my body was wracked by spasms, and I was literally shaking with pleasure -- pulse after pulse of cum, for what felt like forever.

I collapsed onto her, her breasts squashed against my chest, and held her tight, my softening dick still buried in her pussy. She stroked my hair, and I nibbled her neck, and then we kissed, long and deep.

Eventually we recovered enough to look each other in the eyes. She was smiling kindly. "Well," she said, eventually, "You certainly enjoyed that -- I didn't know you still had it in you."

"I don't now -- I'm completely spent -- it's all in you" I said, smiling.

"I know, I can feel it," she said -- appreciatively, I think. She looked to one side, and there was Dick, kneeling on the sofa with a tray. We'd completely forgotten about Dick.

"I went to find the scotch," he explained. "I thought you might appreciate some refreshment."

He sat on the sofa beside us, and I sat up, turning to face him, my spent dick slipping out of my wife, with a squelch. We took our glasses, and drank. It was good -- single malt -- just what we needed.

"Dick," said Tishy, slightly hesitantly. "Could you clean me up, please? -- I must be making such a mess of your sofa..." I looked down, between her legs, and she was right -- cum was oozing from her engorged pussy, white against her swollen red lips. My flaccid dick was resting on her thigh, also dribbling cum. We were in such a mess.

"My pleasure," he said smiling, and was soon on the floor between her legs, lapping his tongue along her slit. Every time he licked up the cum, more would emerge. It was fascinating to watch -- she was so full.

He took another sip of his scotch. "Hmmm..." he said, "Not sure which I prefer -- cum or scotch." We laughed and he went back to work. I sucked gently on her nipple, to keep him company.

"Don't forget Jim," she said, dreamily, and he took my limp slimy dick completely into his mouth, licking it gently with his tongue, under and around, cleaning up all the cum. I admit it felt wonderful -- I was still so sensitive from just having come.

Then he went back to finish off my wife, more cum having emerged from her open pussy. "I could get used to this," she said -- "We should do this more often." And she stroked my soft dick as I licked her nipple.

Eventually he came up to join us on the sofa, and we sat quietly together for a while, feeling each other, sipping scotch. His dick was soft too, and velvety to the touch -- he must have dried it himself when he was getting the scotch. I played with it thoughtlessly, as we sucked my wife's tits, and she fondled both of us. It was very mellow.

"You can stay the night, if you like?" he said, eventually.

"I think we should go home," said Tishy -- "We have to work in the morning." So we dressed -- sort of. Tishy didn't bother with her underwear -- as she explained "I'll only have to take it off again when we get home."

We didn't talk much in the car. "I think we made the right choice to come home," she said. "It was a great day, but I feel exhausted now."

"Yes," said, "I'm knackered. And I think we need a little bit of time now just for us." When we got in the front door, she took of her coat and shoes, then unbuttoned the black dress and slipped it off.

"Early night?" she said. I took her in my arms, and fondled her bottom. She was still a bit dribbly.

"Yes," I said -- "Bed." After a little pat on the bum, she scampered upstairs, and I followed close behind.

To be continued...