This story is a continuation of one posted in July, 2004. It probably isn't absolutely necessary to read the first part, but if you want physical descriptions, etc. you'll find most of that sort of stuff in the previous story. There are a few fact-based events In this, but most of it is attributable to my own wanton imagination and ability to fantasize. If you want reality, watch Survivor or one of the other "reality" shows. ;>) !!!
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I took my time getting home from the office that day. I stopped by the liquor store, picked up some cleaning, almost anything to prolong my time alone to think about the incredibly rough and great butt fucking I had received that morning from Dave.
When I got home, I found Bridget sitting in one of the recliners in the den staring at the ceiling wearing only a T-shirt and a big grin.
"And what kind of day did you have?" she asked.
"Oh, the usual, I guess." I replied.
"Usual? She said. "Do you usually get fucked bareback in the morning and a big load of cum shot down your throat? You call that usual?"
An observer could have heard my heart pounding across the room. I looked at Bridget in amazement, fumbling for words. Finally I managed to get out, "What are you talking about?"
"Dave called right after you left his house. He told me what he had just done to you and added that the butter idea sounded sexy and he'd like to try that with me, said it would do me good to see what a real man-sized dick was like."
"That must have been some obscene phone caller," I offered.
"No, I doubt that. This guy Dave knew all about the buttery butt fucking I got last night. Said he gave you a rough hump in the sack this morning," she added, "And offered to do the same for me and more."
What are you going to do?" I asked hesitatingly fearing the worst.
"Well for starters, I'd like to see him so I can decide if I want to take him up on his offer. And I'd love to see him fuck, you, too."
I guess my sigh of relief was audible because she smiled and said, "Don't worry, hon, I know you like to have your ass played with. I've had three fingers in your ass before. And besides, it's not like you were out with another woman. What would you say to inviting him over here this week end -- if you think you can take it."
I could not believe what I was hearing. In our eight and one half years together, seven of them married, Bridget had been sexually adventurous, but this was a new level.
"But what about you?" I asked, "I'm not sure I want to see you fucked by another man," I said.
"What about me?" She asked haughtily, "That question is more about you than about me. And besides, what are you worried about? Afraid he'll stretch me out too big for you?" That comment in itself was not uncharacteristic for her. She once had bought a vibrator dildo that was bigger around than my dick and threw it away because it stretched the walls of her vagina too much for her to enjoy me.
Now that had me burning. So I blurted out, "Hey! He's big, but not that much bigger than me! I was thinking more about how I would feel watching some near stranger fuck the woman I love." I thought that should do it.
Not hardly.
"Well your sensitivity to me didn't seem to bother you too much to go seeking him out and getting him to stick his big pole up your ass did it? Were you thinking about me then? It sounds like you were more interested in what you wanted."
Caught. I was outdone and knew it. I've learned from the few arguments we have had in our seven years of marriage that there is a time to admit defeat and make a hasty and contrite retreat.
"You're right," I said. "Maybe you would enjoy Dave as a little variety. I'll tell you now, he's big and hairy -- and more than a little rough."
"Or" she interjected, "at least he is with you. He might be as gentle as a pussycat with a little thing like me. I'll bet I can handle him just fine." I was already getting a boner thinking about watching Dave fuck her, and her watching Dave fuck me.
"Well, you might be right." I said, "Should I call him tonight or would you like to wait a little while?"
"Why don't you call him after you've buried that thing that's growing in your pants in me." She said with a wicked grin, and reared back in the recliner and threw her legs up towards the ceiling, revealing nothing but a wet pussy underneath her t-shirt.
In less time than it takes to tell about it, I was shucking my shirt, tie, pants and undies and heading towards her gripping my rock hard cock as though it were a weapon on which I was about to impale her.
"Oh yeah," she rasped, "Before stick that big thing in me -- rub my clit with it first", she said.
And I did. I rubbed my engorged cock head up and down her slippery wet lips and up under the hood, teasing her clit. She reached down, took hold of my cock and rubbed it up and down with all her might, the intensity and frequency of the strokes becoming faster and faster as her breaths grew deeper and became more rapid.
It was feeling mighty good to the underside of my dick, too. I could feel my self getting closer to coming when she began to tense up and go rigid as she frequently does when she has an especially intense orgasm, and then my dick erupted, spraying my semen up onto her chin with the first shot, on her left nipple with the second shot and then it sort of created a little puddle right on top of her mons.
We finally dragged ourselves off to the shower where we lovingly washed each other off, with particular delicate attention to one another's privates. Bridget stuck two soapy fingers inside my anus and murmured, "You'll soon have Dave's big cock in there and I want to see that! I can't wait to see him stab you with his cock. Is it as big as he says it is?"
I didn't even bother repeating my earlier claim that he was bigger than me, but not THAT big, I just smiled and said, "You'll probably have a chance to find out for your self."
After we had dried off and slipped on robes, we settled in the sitting room off our master bedroom. Bridget walked over to the small sofa where I was sitting, straddled the arm of the sofa and handed me the cordless phone and said, "Call him now, but put him on the speaker."
I punched up the number and Dave answered on the second ring. "Dave, this is Kyle, " I said lamely.
"'Lo little man," he said casually, no it was really maddening, I didn't like for Bridget to hear him talk to me that way, but it was done. Fortunately for my bruised ego, she didn't even look my way when he said it.
"Bridget said you called her this morning after I left."
"Yeah, I did." That was all, just those three words. I wanted to remind him that we had agreed that he wouldn't call my home. But the purpose of the call wasn't to start an argument or to chastise him.
"Bridget wanted me to call and ask if you could come over this week-end, maybe Saturday night."
"Saturday night, huh?" he said, "Sounds like she is interested. What's she interested in? Seeing you get fucked or feeling me fuck her?"
"Both, I guess," I responded aimlessly.
"Is that cute little thing there?" Dave asked.
"I'm right here," Bridget answered.
"Well little lady, if I come over there, you know what I'm going do to you don't you?"
I couldn't really speak for you," Bridget said teasingly, "but I know what I hope you are going to do." As she said this, she wiggled her cute little butt on the arm of the sofa where she was sitting as if she were getting aroused.
I reached over and stroked her tummy under her robe and let my fingers drift down to her well-shaved mons.
"What time do you want me there?" he asked.
"Would you like to have dinner first?" Bridget asked.
"Naw," Dave answered, " I like to eat early, the only thing I might want to eat when I get there is you, little lady?"
"Ooooooo uuuuuuh" Bridget cooed appreciatively, " what a great idea! How about 7:30?" she finished.
"I'll be there." He said and hung up.
I realized after we were disconnected that he didn't ask directions. That meant he knew where we Iived! Had he been here before? Or driven by here? This realization gave me a disquieting feeling. And it completely distracted me from stroking Bridget's pussy lips.
"Bridget?" I asked tentatively, "Has Dave ever been here before when I was away?"
"Of course not, silly!" she said, "Why would you think that?" She had a peeved look of frustration on her face that seemed to be born of my accusatory question plus I had stopped rubbing her clit. She had been getting quite aroused, but I was totally distracted.
"Well he didn't ask for directions."
"Maybe he has GPS," she said.
"Okay, that makes sense, but how did he know our number, our phones are all unlisted, you know."
"Oh, yeah," she said, "that is sort of creepy." By this time, both of us had lost interest in our dalliance.
All during the week, we both tumbled that one over in our minds. The week went quick until Thursday evening and then it began to drag. I wanted to make love Thursday night, but Bridget turned me down saying I should save up for Saturday night. With some grumbling and a few threats to "take matters into my own hands" I agreed.
Friday at the office was interminable. By mid afternoon I was so horny and distracted I just packed my bag with my laptop and some paperwork and headed out wishing every one a good weekend, and smiling inward at their return wishes.
I was up early Saturday, finished the work I had brought home, and then tackled some light yard work as the sun crept over the horizon.
When I came back in around nine, Bridget was sitting at the bar in the kitchen with a cup of coffee watching headline news on the small TV on the counter top.
"Morning, early bird," she chirped, "How about some breakfast?"
I didn't smell anything, so I asked, "Sure, what do you have?"
"Me? Nothing, I was interested in what you were going to make since you've been up a while and seem to be in high gear."
I was caught in her trap again, so I answered, "Let me get a quick shower, and I'll rustle up an omelet or something," I said.
I dropped my clothes on the floor of the downstairs shower and adjusted the water. Bridget came in and promptly dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her hands and wrapping her lips around the head. As she swirled her tongue
around my glans, I felt my knees going week. My dick rapidly went from "at
ease" to full attention in record time. Since it had been all week without some sexual relief, the delivery tube on the bottom of my dick was rapidly growing in size.
All of a sudden Bridget stopped, removed my hard cock from her mouth, stood up and said, "That's enough, I just wanted to be sure you were good and horny for tonight."
Caught again. I showered and made a cheese and mushroom omelet with a Mornay sauce.
After breakfast, we went to the club, I worked out while she was playing tennis with her friend Alicia. As I sat on the patio overlooking the courts after my workout and shower, I sipped a tonic and lime and watched Alicia glide about the court. Her long legs and more than ample breasts were a delight to watch.
After a light lunch, we were back home with little to do but anticipate Dave's
coming over. I was at a loss for how we would pass the time. But Bridget had a plan.
She strolled over to where I was sitting, watching an anonymous baseball game on TV wearing her thick terry robe. "Let's go downstairs to your shower room," she said.
"What for? " I asked.
"Well if Dave is going to fuck you tonight, don't you need to take an enema to
make room for all that dick, like you did Monday morning?"
As we walked downstairs, I said, "Okay, I'm going downstairs to take an enema, but what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take one too at the same time," she said perkily. With that, she produced a complete bag and tube set from under her robe. "Except I don't have one of those fancy dildo nozzles like you do, would you be kind enough to lend it to me?"
I was more than a little shocked to learn that she knew about my dildo nozzle. But her asking to borrow "mine" meant she didn't know about the three other sizes I had stashed away.
"Sure thing," I said, "I'll lend you the big one if you want."
"Oh, you have more than the one with your bag?" she asked.
"I ordered the set of large, larger and largest,"
"Ooooooooo-uuuuuu!" she cooed.
We both stripped naked. I got out the KY and filled both our bags with warm soapy water, attached the mid size dildo (about eight inches) to her tube and the small one (six inches) to mine and asked, "So how do we do this?"
"Why don't you insert mine and get me started, then I'll insert yours and get your started." She suggested.
I applied some KY to the dildo nozzle, spread Bridget's cheeks and gently slipped it in. Unclasping the clamp, I bent the tube slightly so that the warm water wouldn't rush in all at once. As she began to feel the warming affect of the water, she cooed softly and remarked softly how good it felt. Then she stood up, took the nozzle to which I had already applied some lube and wiggled it back and forth until the whole length of the thing was in my ass. She slowly stroked it in and out three or four times, remarking, "I've never fucked you with a dildo before, especially not with a fountain of hot water flooding my insides. How do I slow this water down?"
"Just reach back and clamp the tube."
She did and then after a few seconds, opened my clamp. The rush of warm water flooding my anal canal put some instant life in my already enlarging dick. We both lay down on our left sides on the bench just outside the shower. My position left me looking right at the lips of her pussy and her ass cheeks where the pink rubber tube disappeared between them. I opened her clamp and slowly fucked her ass with the medium sized dildo as it poured water into her.
The water level in our bags was getting low, so I stood up and filled them both from the one-gallon pitcher I had filled. Bridget seemed not to notice.
As the bags deflated again, Bridget said dreamily, "Ooh I feel so full. Is there much more?"
"See for yourself" I said, as she looked around to see that about one third of her second bag remained. "I feel soooo full. And it feels so good. I really want to come right now."
"Oh, no, " I quickly responded, "If I can't you can't."
To make it worse, I reached over and inserted a lubed finger into her already wet pussy lips; give her a few strokes before attending to my own needs.
I clamped my tube as the last few drops ran down into me and removed the nozzle.
"Hon, I'm going down the hall to the guest bath to expel all this. You stay her and use the good one."
She lay there with her eyes closed, an ecstatic smile on her face. "Okay," she said dreamily, "Will I be finished soon"
"You're finished now," I said, and clamped her tube and remove her dildo.
As I pulled the door shut behind me, I heard her slam the lid to the commode shut and explode into the bowl. I just barely made it to the other commode myself.
When I was finished, I went back to my bath and rapped lightly on the door, asking, "Hon, could I come in now?"
"Okay" she said,
When I entered, she was lying on her back on the bench, slowly rubbing her labia and clit. "I'm sorry," she said, but all that warm water inside me made me so horny, I've just got to have some relief.
"Stop for a moment and we'll get you set for a really big "O""
I filled her bag, changed to the biggest dildo nozzle, lubed it and rammed the whole thing into her anus, the whole ten inches in one stroke.
"Oooooh!" She gasped and the hand on her clit began to move rapidly as the water rushed into her. All the while, I was stroking the dildo in and out of her ass. In just a few seconds she was arching her back, pulling her ass up off the bench, shivering in ecstasy and gasping about the hot water.
After Bridget had expelled her last two quarts, I stayed and had another four- quart enema to be sure my chute was clean and ready for Dave's big dick.
Around seven, I showered again and put on a pair of navy blue silk "sweat pants" with no underwear, and a silk t-shirt. I walked upstairs to find Bridget in a cream-colored silk lounging set, pants and a clingy shirt-top that showed off her perky tits and upright nipples well. The long shirt of the set was tied just above the waist of her pants, exposing her smooth flat tummy and her navel as well, reminiscent of that teen-age pop diva, whatever her name is.
She offered me a vodka tonic and patted the sofa beside her. "Let's wait for our thriller right here.
I walked to the entertainment center to put a disk or two in the DVD turntable. Bridget said, "I've already got our three favorites in there. And the same three in the player in our bedroom" I switched the CD changer to some Dave Brubek, fiddled with the blinds to keep the late evening sun out of our eyes and sat down. It was about 7:15 when I finally settled down, it seemed like hours before the doorbell rang. Actually it was 30 minutes, Dave was late. Not excessively but late enough to show a slight disdain.
I went to the door and opened it to see a Dave I had never seen before. There he stood in crisply pressed khaki's, a starched white shirt, Docksiders with no socks and a Magnum of champagne in his hand.
"Well come in here" I said warmly, impressed that he had dressed up (or at least what passed for dressed up for him) to come to my house and had brought a bottle of champagne that was already cold, judging from the way it was sweating in the humid July air.
Dave sauntered into the living room, took one look at Bridget and said, "Well I'll be damned, you really are cute as a button!"
She rose fro the sofa, went over to Dave rose up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on a bare part of his cheek just above his beard line and asked, "Would you like for me to open this now, or would you like to wait a while?"
"Whatever you'd like to do, little lady." He said as he obviously stared at her tits.
She turned showing him her perfectly rounded bottom and sashayed off to the kitchen putting a little extra swagger in her walk. The way the creamy silk clung to her hips and cheeks, there was no doubt she was wearing tiny thong underwear.
Dave left no doubt about his intentions towards Bridget; as soon as she was out of earshot he exclaimed, "Damn! That's one fine looking woman you got yourself there, little man. No wonder you like fucking an ass like that. I'm looking forward to that myself."
He stepped in my direction, put a hand behind my head and drew me to him for a deep tongue filled kiss, while the other hand groped by butt cheeks. "You're feeling mighty good in that silky stuff yourself," he said when he broke the kiss.
Bridget returned with the open magnum in a silver bucket of ice on a tray with three flutes. "Champagne for everyone!" she announced with a theatrical flair. She poured us all a glass and Dave sat down in the middle of the sofa opposite the entertainment center. He looked at me and patted the seat to his right, and then a Bridget and patted the seat to his left. I sat down and found my self rather close to Dave's shoulder.
Bridget on the other hand, sat down on the third cushion of the sofa, with her back to the arm, and slid down a little in her seat. This pulled the thin silk fabric of her pants tight against her labia, outlining them in thrilling detail. The view was not lost on Dave. His trouser snake began to stir and he looked with an obvious stare and said, softly, "Damn! That's fine looking equipment, little lady."
Bridget was taking this "little lady" stuff very easily, she usually doesn't tolerate that kind of sexist stuff very well. Dave turned to me and clinked our glasses together and said, "Let's drink to that, what do you say, Kyle?" At least he didn't call me "little man" in front of her this time.
As I took a deep draft of the champagne noticing that it was dry and smooth, Dave was moving his right arm behind my head and when my glass was back in my right hand, he pulled my head to his and planted a deep tongue kiss on me again. My first thought was how Bridget was going to take this, but as his tongue flicked over my lips and sought my tongue, my breathing got heavier and my cock began to stir.
I needn't have worried about Bridget, from her corner of the sofa, I heard her say, "Damn, boys that looks hot!"
Dave broke our kiss and turned to look at her and said, "It is hot. You want to try?"
She slid across the sofa cushion and positioned her self right against Dave's left shoulder. He quickly drew her face to his and locked her in a kiss. He handed me his flute and returned his right hand to caress her left breast and twist her erect nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger. Bridget moaned softly and wiggled her butt like she does when she is getting turned on.
I looked down to see that Dave's cock looked nearly full-grown in his pants. So I slid over and began to massage it through the fabric of his khakis. This seemed to turn up the intensity. He was starting to move his hips in rhythm with my stroking, and a small damp spot was starting to darken his freshly pressed slacks.
Bridget pulled back from the kiss and said, "Why don't we all go get in the hot tub?" Standing, she began to unfasten the buttons of her shirt and turned to head for the dressing room that led to the deck and the hot tub.
"Dave, you bring the champagne, Kyle you get the tub ready. We followed her to the dressing room that was part of the bath that served anyone using the tub. I pushed the button that retracted the tub cover, and flipped on the low lights on the deck. We all three undressed, I gave Dave hangers for his shirts and pants. Bridget and I just dropped our silks where we were and tossed them on the bench. She left her little white thong on.
As Dave walked to the tub behind Bridget, his cock was upright and swinging from side to side with each step as though it were hunting for something. Just before stepping into the tub, she turned to face him and, hooking her thumbs inside the waist band of the thong, she slid it down to her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing her bare pussy lips to him. Dave's face revealed how impressed he was. He added, "Looks like fine eating territory to me."
We ended up in the tub in the same seating arrangement as we had on the sofa, me on Dave's right, Bridget on his left. Dave lost no time in re-starting the kiss that had been going on in the living room, but this time he had full access to Bridget's compact but shapely breasts and he did his best to keep both of them stimulated while kissing her with great intensity.
Knowing how he liked to jack off while kissing, I slid over and reached for his cock to pump him while he was kissing my wife. I found her hand was already there, slowly but methodically stroking him. I placed my hand lower down his shaft from hers and began to match her rhythm. When her hand slipped off, I moved mine up towards the head of his cock and began to not only stroke his skin, but to massage the head of his cock. Bridget returned her hand to find that I had stepped up the rhythm.
Dave broke the kiss and lifted Bridget up, holding her under her arms and pulled her breasts to mouth level and proceeded to lick and suck each one in turn. Bridget began to sigh with each touch to her breasts and then planted her knees on each side of Dave's thighs and positioned herself right over his upright cock.
Reaching back to put it in position, she then put both hands on Dave's shoulders and began to lower herself onto his massive tool. She tossed her head back and moaned out loud and she slowly sank a little, rose up off his cock a little and then sank a little more. Each time she sank down the smile on her face spread and she moaned aloud. Finally she was down to the last two inches or so and she squirmed and wiggled to get that last little bit into herself.
As she did she let out a prolonged sound that was a mixture of a sigh and a moan with a little squeal at the end.
I knew the feeling well, or thought I did. Many a time I've positioned my ass over that throbbing cock and slowly lowered myself, admitting inch by inch into my passage until I was almost down to having my cheeks on his bush. Then I would squirm and wiggle to get the thickest part of his cock all the way into me for that ultimate feeling of divine fullness that was the full joy of getting fucked by Dave. I realized that I didn't know how it felt for a woman to have that big cock in her pussy, but I sure know how it felt in my ass and at that moment, I was jealous of Bridget and the sensations she was feeling. As she made touchdown, her pussy kips against his pubes, she looked to the stars and said, "AAAAAAaaaaaaahhh!" I knew she and I had shared something of the same experience.
Once it was all in, she raised her self up and began a pumping motion on Dave's cock. She looked over to me and said, "It really is great, isn't it?"
I nodded while slowly stroking my own cock. When I shifted position to put one knee in the seat and stand on one leg, she leaned over to me as she rose on his cock and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her left hand found my dick and she began to stroke me in time to her riding Dave's cock. The whole scene was incredibly sexy. Here was my wife riding my male lover's dick, the same dick I've ridden so many times, while jerking me off and at the same time kissing me deeply and passionately. I reached over and put my fingers around his cock when she was on the upstroke, then I positioned my thumb so that it slipped under the hood and tantalized her clit on the down stroke. It was a huge turn on to be jerking his dick and fingering my wife's clit at the same time!
Bridget's motions up and down Dave's cock began to speed up, as she drove his dick into her pussy at an ever-increasing rate. He was uttering that tell tale grunt that always means he is about to come. She was moaning loudly on every down stroke when my thumb found her hardened clit. At the same time, I could feel a tingling rising from my balls with every stroke of her hand on my dick that was the beginnings of my own orgasm. Dave began to sputter and tried to say "I' coming" but couldn't seem to get his breath. Bridget let out a shrill yell and shook all over but never missed a stroke on my cock, which began to shoot forth a wad of cum into the frothy, bubbling water of the hot tub.
Bridget collapsed with her face turned into the hollow of Dave's neck, I fell back against the contoured seat of the tub while Dave just sat there looking unconscious.
I have no idea how much time passed before Dave grunted out "Damn!" a couple of times and then announced, "That's just the hottest thing I've ever seen or been involved in!"
Bridget arose unsteadily from his lap where his wilting cock was still inside her. Standing shakily, she asked, " Would anyone like something to eat or drink before round two?"
I couldn't believe my ears! Here she was barely able to stand, having just been fucked by the biggest dick she had ever had inside of her, and she was talking and thinking about going at it again.
"Uhhhh" was all Dave could manage.
As I was rising to my feet, I said, "Hon, I don't know if I could --"
She cut me off by dropping to her knees and taking my still sensitive dick into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head until it began to show a few signs of life.
"It looks like Mr. Happy has a mind of his own tonight. I feel sure you will be able to get back in action soon."
When Dave bounced to his feet and, taking his cock in his hand, offered it to Bridget who was still on her knees saying, "Next!" she obligingly popped it in her mouth and in a few strokes, his dick was beginning to enlarge some.
Then she hopped up and said, "Everybody in the kitchen, you guys need some oysters and I need, well I need to see you fuck Kyle, Dave and I want one more big `O' like that."
I dried off and would have slipped my "sweats" back on, but Bridget handed me and Dave each one of those thick terry cloth robes we keep in the dressing room, saying "Let's keep it simple-- it will be easier to undress the next time.
We all went into the kitchen and sat around the bar/counter while Bridget opened a can of fresh oysters, sitting out the hot sauce, and cut up a lemon and then a lime.
I walked to the bar in the living room, poured myself a shot of Skyy, then called out to Dave to ask if he wanted anything.
"Bourbon, neat." He said. "Make it a double."
I poured a shot, then two shots of Skyy into a glass and added ice cubes and tonic for myself, and filled a rocks glass almost to the rim with Jack Daniels, figuring Dave would be okay with that even though it wasn't really Bourbon.
Bridget had opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio for herself and was downing the last of her first glass. The timer on the counter top broiler went off and she pulled a brie sprinkled with herbs from under the red coils, pushed a tray of oysters with hot sauce, lemon and lime wedges towards us and dug into her cheese delight with some thin wafers. Dave tossed back the glass of whiskey and asked if there was more. I was feeling my first shot and had downed half my vodka tonic, so I went to the bar and brought back the two bottles, whiskey and the overpriced imported vodka.
Bridget was sitting at the bar with her robe falling open exposing her perky little tits, Dave was downing oysters and staring for all he was worth. "Now don't you fellows drink so much that you can't screw," Bridget said teasingly.
I took a look at the half-empty bottle of Pinot Grigio and asked, "Well what about you? It looks like you are making some serious progress."
"Yeah, but alcohol only makes me hornier without impairing my ability to perform, like it does you guys."
She had a point. So did Dave -- his cock was standing straight up through the folds of his robe.
Bridget got down from her stool and put her plate in the dishwasher. As she did, she saw Dave from his side of the counter and said, "Whoa -- it looks like
Dave is ready for some more action."
He smiled sheepishly around a mouthful of oyster and nodded his head vigorously.
Bridget went over to him and gave his cock a couple of playful strokes. Then she turned to me and said, "Let's go into the living room while Dave is finishing up, I want to talk to you." Turning to Dave she said, "Don't bother with the dishes, I'll clean up later."
She led me into the living room, pulled my face to hers and gave me a gentle and very sweet kiss. She said softly, " I really enjoyed that in the tub, but I want you to know, that was just screwing, you and I make love." That made me feel great, I touched her on the cheek and gave her a gentle, loving kiss in return.
"And I really do want to see Dave screw you .. I want to see your face when he gets that whole big thing in your ass. I saw you watching me out in the hot tub. You looked like you thought you knew what I was feeling. Believe me, you didn't. You even looked almost jealous."
I didn't want to admit to her that I did feel jealous. And now that the vodka had loosened me up some, the thought of a good fucking from Dave had me seriously horny. In fact, my cock was beginning to peek out from the split in the front of my robe.
"Well as soon as Dave is finished, let's stop talking about it and get it on," I said.
"Dave!" she called out, winking at me "Stop stuffing your face and come upstairs and stuff my husband's ass, you big stud."
It was only a few seconds before he emerged from the kitchen a big hard-on sticking out of his robe, wagging back and forth with each step. "Did you say something about somebody needing a good fucking in here?" he asked with a smile on his face. He walked over to me and put his hand hand on my ass, a finger tucking between my cheeks in search of my hole.
Bridget took him by the dick to lead him upstairs to our bedroom, "Come on big boy let's go upstairs, you too Dave." We all got a chuckle out of that one.
Upstairs in our room, Bridget pulled off my robe, stood on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Thank you so much for doing this, I'll be right there with you through it all."
Maybe she needed to say that for her own benefit, but I sure as hell didn't need any encouragement or consolation while I was getting fucked. But her saying that let me know that it was okay to moan, groan or go wild-- anything I wanted would be a big turn on for her.
Our king size bed is kind of a high rise, that is, the mattress is higher than lots of conventional beds, Bridget uses a little step stool to get in an out of bed. I removed my robe and sat on the edge of the bed. Dave had already shed his robe and Bridget was on the bed, completely nude. Dave turned to the night stand and picked up the lube. He handed it to me, but Bridget pulled it away from me, "I want to lube you up so that you will be able to enjoy this fully, she said. She walked around to the side of the bed where I was sitting, pushed me back on the bed, then lifted my legs up in the air. Next she parted my cheeks and began to put lube on and into my hole using first one, then two, then three fingers.
Dave watched what she was doing and remarked that she could probably fist me as small as her hand was. But Bridget was having none of that, she wanted to see me fucked by the same dick that she had had in her pussy about an hour ago.
She turned to Dave and started to massage lube onto his dick. "Why don't you stand right here and fuck him, then I can watch you enter or get up on the bed and hold his head." She said to Dave.
He was all okay with that. He stepped to the edge of the bed, looked at me and said, "You ready for this little man?" There was that hated epithet, again, and this time in front of Bridget. I wanted to get him for that, but the need, the raw animal need to get fucked by him was greater than my revenge motivation.
I nodded, he took one of my legs in each hand and lifted them straight up in the air. Bridget got down near my butt, took Dave's dick in her hand and guided it to my anxiously waiting hole. He nudged forward and she guided him until the head was past my ring, then she shoved his ass to make him ram the whole thing in me at once until his bush hairs were tickling my ass cheeks.
"There," Bridget said, looking at me, "Now you know how it feels to have something that big shoved up your ass all at one time like you did me this morning with that dildo nozzle." Dave looked at her quizzically, but she brushed his question aside with a wave of her hand saying `Nothing, it's a little private moment."
With his whole eight inches inside me, Dave began to wiggle from side to side as he pumped his meat in and out of me. It felt wonderful, the head of his cock was massaging the walls of my chute as he wiggled from side to side and driving me wild when it hit my prostate. By now, Bridget was back on the bed. She bent down to my face and said, "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head "no", as she put her open mouth over mine and breathed. As we kissed exchanging saliva, air and tongues I was massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples until they were hard as, well as hard as my cock was. All the while Dave was reaming my ass with his fat tool. Each time he rammed it in, I had an incredible feeling of fullness, each out stroke was a disappointment, then I was full again and with each cycle the sensations were exhilarating.
Meanwhile, Bridget was doing her on part at making me feel good. Her hand crept down my stomach and found my dick which she began to stroke. The combination of Dave's dick in my ass and her warm hand on my meat was delightful. Then she broke our kiss and moved her mouth to my dick. She tongued the head first then with one swift motion, swallowed the whole thing, burying her nose in my pubes.
"Damn, little girl, looks like you are one experienced cock sucker!" Dave said.
Bridget just looked up at him, my dick still in her mouth and winked at him, then she began to flail my dick with her tongue, all the while bobbing her head up and down on my dick with incredible suction. It was more than I could do to withstand Dave's assault on my ass while Bridget was giving me a world class blow job. I told her that I was about to come, but it didn't seem to faze her one bit. When I said it, Dave only plunged his dick into me more roughly, giving me repeated slaps on my ass cheek. As my orgasm built up, I was shivering all over, my legs quivering in Dave's hands.
Bridget seemed intent on making me come and she got her wish as I screamed out the fact and shot five globs of my juice into her mouth. When I was finished, she pulled her mouth from my dick, but put a hand in its place to continue stroking me, then kissed me sharing my own cum. As she was doing this, Dave was still plunging his big tools into me with increasingly rapid strokes. Even though I had come, it felt wonderful.
Dave began to grunt that familiar grunt .. as his animal sounds rose to a louder pitch, he pulled his dick out , stroking it furiously and said, "Who wants this load?"
Bridget and I both put our heads underneath his dick as he shot the first wad right up in the air. It landed on Bridget's eyebrow. The second hit me on the chin, the third landed right on Bridget upper lip and she quickly licked it away, There were two or three more drops that fell on our cheeks and one on my nose. Using my index finger I scooped up the glob on my chin and ate it, then turned to Bridget to lick the droplets off her eyebrow. When I did, she pulled my face to hers and licked the cum off my nose before planting her lips on mine and invading my mouth with her tongue in search of Dave's cum. We shared it and licked the remaining droplets off each other's face. While I was doing that Dave had pulled my butt to the edge of the bed and rammed his dick back into me. Even though it was gradually softening, he got in three or four more stokes and then just left it buried deep in me until it was completely flaccid and oozed out to dangle, still dripping between his legs.
Bridget said, "That was great guys, now who is going to get me off, I'm the only one who hasn't come yet."
I went for her pussy with my tongue out and ready, but Dave beat me to it, so I concentrated on nibbling on her nipples. Then I had an inspiration and pulled our her dong shaped vibrator from the night stand drawer and, setting it on high speed, lubed it and slid it into her ass right under Dave's chin. Bridget went berserk and shivered her way through three intense and successive orgasms before she said, "No more, I can't take any more."
It would be a colossal understatement to say that we were exhausted.
Eventually, we all got into a shower and got cleaned up. By the time Dave came back into the bedroom, Bridget had the covers turned back on our king sized bed and announced that Dave was going to sleep with us that night.
We all three piled lots of pillows up behind us and settled down to watch our favorite porn DVD, a bi-MFMF adventure until it was almost 11. And then -- well I guess that's another story.
Good night.
Your comments, critiques or outright negative criticisms are welcomed. I'm able to handle any and all. The email address is slickster3x@hotmail.com.
I'm really slack at writing, so don't look for a Part 3 until after the election.