My friend's story. if i missed some tags, just live with it. enjoy
My friend's story
Rick's WIFE 5 (5 of 6)
The scene: Blindfolded, I was kneeling on the living room
floor, knees spread, groin tight against the backside of Linda, my
wife, who was also kneeling and sitting on her heels. Linda, in
turn, was kneeling between the outstretched legs of William, who
sat on our loveseat.
Now, picture this: Me, Mr. Heterosexual, was leaning forward
with my arms around my wife. My left hand was placed over Linda's
left hand which squeezed and massaged William's balls. My right
hand, in turn, was placed over her right hand as she stroked up and
down the length of his cock. Meanwhile, I was the only one fully
clothed (I had NO idea what Breigha was wearing). Such are the
things my wife's fantasies are made of....
I would have been more concerned about the situation, had my
cock been less in need of attention. As it was, I don't think I
ever remember having an erection so purely HARD and urgent. At
times, my fingers would slip between Linda's fingers
(accidentally!), which were slick with William's pre-cum, and I
could feel the strange sensation of touching another man's erect
"Linda, kneel up now. I want you to take the tip in your
mouth and fellate me. Peter, gently place your hands on both sides
of her head."
We did as told. I could feel the motion of my wife's head as
her mouth engulfed William's cock.
"That's a pretty sight, Peter. Ruby lips in a big "O," eyes
closed, concentrating on taking as much as she can, her husband
lovingly holding her bobbing head. I wonder if she uses her tongue
on the crown like this when she sucks your cock, or if this is just
for me? My god, it's heavenly."
Nearby, the everpresent sound of the camera shutter.
"Linda, keep your lips locked on the head. Now, Peter, this
will be an important watershed, but I have confidence in you. I
want you to reach around with your right hand and masturbate me.
I want you to jack me off into your wife's mouth. Don't stop until
I've come and Linda has taken all of it and swallowed. I also want
you to place your left hand very lightly and gently around the
underside of her throat so you can feel her swallow, but in any
case be careful not to squeeze or press too hard. Linda, look me
in the eyes. Look nowhere else until I tell you otherwise."
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Okay, here we go. I reached around, grasped his erection, and
began the eternal ritual. He was quite large, indeed. It was coated
with pre-ejaculate and my wife's saliva. My left hand softly held
the underside of Linda's warm throat.
Each time my fingers rose to the top, they would touch my
wife's clenched lips: a soft ring of flesh capping the pole I
stroked as I would want mine stroked.
"Ah, this is exquisite. And we are so proud of Peter, aren't
we, Linda? He must love you very much. Think about this, pretty
lady. Think about the two men, one in front and one behind you,
one whose cock is firmly in your mouth, for all purposes a total
stranger, and the other your husband, carefully milking that man's
sex, the tip of which you hold between your lips. Isn't sexuality
wonderful? There are so many possibilities in life....."
As motormouth went on, I could feel his hips begin to buck up
into Linda's mouth in rhythm with my hand. Linda had begun to moan
softly through her nose, and I increased the speed and pressure of
"Don't take your eyes off mine, Linda. I want to see into your
soul as I come. You and your husband's submission and trust is
very beautiful, very erotic. As you swallow this, remember that
your trust is not misplaced."
With that, William began to cum in Linda's mouth. I stroked
violently up and down his cock and at the same time gently stroked
Linda's throat. I could feel her swallowing motions as his semen
went down into my wife's belly. A few warm strands escaped onto my
His orgasm subsided quickly. Linda's tongue swirled around
the still engorged head and around my slippery fingers. After
licking William clean, she took my fingers and cleaned them also.
I wanted, I NEEDED to fuck her, to fuck someone. Hell, I'd have
fucked the carpet on the floor at this point.
"Thank-you, Peter. Thank-you, Linda. Peter, please forgive
the poor humor in this, but you may now kiss the bride."
Linda turned her head, and I reached around for her mouth with
mine. I tongued deeply and passionately. She tasted sweet and
salty; she tasted female; she tasted of cum and of lust.
"I'm going to nurse my scotch for a little bit, folks, and
enjoy the show. Breigha, I can see, is no longer able to operate
a camera effectively, anyway, what with one hand in her pants.
Linda is not in the least bit satisfied yet. And Peter.... well,
what can I say about Peter? You look a little peaked, there,
Peter. A little horny, perhaps?"
"I've been less horny."
He chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure you have. Alright. Breigha and
Linda, would you please help Peter up and stand him in front of the
I stood and was guided to just in front of the fireplace.
Soft hands turned me so I faced the living room away from the heat
of the flaming embers.
"Remove his pants and shorts. You can leave his sweater on."
One pair of hands unbuckled my belt while another lowered my
zipper. My pants were shed to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
A set of nails ever so lightly ran up and down the length and
underside of my cock through my shorts. A cool hand slipped into
my shorts from behind and through the opening for my left leg,
gently caressed me, and retreated. Suddenly, I felt lips pressing
against the tip of my cock. They blew wet, hot breath which soaked
into the fabric of my shorts.
"Now the shorts, ladies. That's good. Say, Peter, it looks
like you've got a bit of an erection there. Would you turn to the
side so we can get a profile with the fire behind you? Nice. The
ladies seem to appreciate it. I think they would appreciate it
even more if you did a little showing off for them. Am I right,
ladies? I thought so. Go ahead, Peter, masturbate for them.
Stroke it like your wife stroked yours the night she came home and
told you about being fucked by another man. Spread your legs
further apart and stroke it slowly for your wife and for my wife."
I reached with my right hand and began to pump my cock.
Images of Linda's "fling," of her raunchy dancing with a strange
man, of sucking him in her car, of her being fucked from behind in
his apartment, and of everything that had happened tonight sprang
to mind. All my self-consciousness was gone. There was an
unbelievable feeling of release and freedom, masturbating in the
dark, to the dark, in front of strangers, in front of my wife...
"You have a sexy, masculine, well kept and well proportioned
body, Peter. I'm not saying that because I desire you, but only in
admiration. We've all tasted Linda, Peter. Now I want you to
taste yourself. Squeeze the tip onto your finger and taste it."
I complied. It tasted musky, not unpleasant, and the taste
immediately went to the back of my throat.
"Good. Now spread your feet a little bit wider, just past
shoulder length, and put your hands on your hips. Leave them there
until I tell you otherwise. Ladies, I want one of you to kneel in
front of Peter and take his cock in your mouth. I want the other
to kneel behind him and to put your tongue and lips between the
cheeks of his ass. You are not to touch him with your hands. I
want you to make him cum with only your mouths. The way he looks,
it doesn't appear it will take much effort."
A brief silence, and then, like a dispensation from heaven
itself, a wet mouth closed suddenly over the tip of my cock. Warm
breath between my ass cheeks, then the almost unbearable sensation
of an insistent, probing tongue at my ass-hole. Who was who, here?
Which was Linda and which Breigha? Did it really matter? Not a
The feel of two mouths at the same time, one suckling on my
erection, the other gently probing my anus, was unlike anything I
had ever felt. A sudden thrust of the tongue from behind,
penetrating me, would send my hips involuntarily jerking forward
into the depths of the waiting mouth and throat. I concentrated on
the pure pleasure of the sensation, exquisite as it was, and
blocked all else out. My only problem was my need to occasionally
pay attention to my leg muscles and to my balance. Although I
worked out regularly, my legs seemed rubbery just now.
An orgasm began to gather deep in my gut, somewhere in my
core, between the root of my cock and my ass. It coalesced on a
cliff or precipice in my soul and I teetered at the edge, that edge
of indescribable ecstacy when the pleasure seems to be nowhere and
everywhere, that brief eternity just before we finally tip and fall
into the depths of an unstoppable orgasm. And then I came in a
great tsunami of pent-up animal lust. I came in the sucking mouth,
ejaculating wave after wave of semen from deep in my testicles.
It seemed like it would never stop. I wondered briefly
whether Linda or Breigha, whoever was receiving it, was beginning
to get concerned about that possibility themselves. My knees were
starting to buckle, and a hand reached out from the woman kneeling
in front of me, took my hand, and steadied me.
As the reflexive jerking of my hips and body began to subside,
the lips retreated from my still erect penis, the mouth at my ass
gently kissed one last time, and both women rose slowly. I could
tell it was not my wife in front of me. She was a bit taller than
Linda and, as she pressed up against me, I could feel her breasts
were fuller and more rounded. Linda pressed against me from behind
and both women reached around me with their arms, holding
themselves and me between them. We gently rocked from side to
side, and Breigha began to kiss me lightly on my face, on my
forehead, gently on my closed eyelids, on the tip of my nose. I
could feel Linda's soft, warm breath behind my ear.
"I'm speechless," William said.
Right. And frogs aren't waterproof, I thought.
"Okay, I know what you're all thinking. So I'm not exactly
speechless. But I am deeply impressed. If you ladies would escort
Peter to the couch before he slips down between you like a wet rag,
I believe he would be grateful."
They helped me to the couch and sat down beside me, cuddling
like little girls. There was silence for several minutes.
"I think it's time to put Linda in the spotlight again,"
William said suddenly. "While I can only speak for myself, it
looks like I've sprouted another insistent stiffy just from
watching that magnificent performance. How about it, Peter, are
you up to a little more play?"
My cock was still erect and calling for attention, had never
softened a bit, in fact.
"I believe I am, William. And I don't suppose you have
anything particular in mind, do you?"
He chuckled. "As a matter of fact..."
To be continued.......