1 comments/ 33389 views/ 3 favorites Third Party By: twiggy97 It had taken me three months to collect the guts to tell Andrew my fantasy. and up until that time, it had been merely another daydream to masturbate to. "You want me to what?" he asked, seemingly surprised. "You heard me," I said, "I want to watch you fuck another girl, but of course you have to share.." His cheeks reddened a little, and though he tried to protest, I could see that he had been waiting for me to say something like that. The next day I set to work searching for our "third party". She was a petite girl, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a perfect ass that begged to be smacked. I brought her home, and we made small talk until Andrew came home from work. I heard the back door open and told the girl, Amy, to get undressed and wait upstairs, gave her a quick kiss and then went to meet my boyfriend. He was sitting in the recliner taking off his boots when I got down there, and I wasted no time in attacking him. I knelt down in front of him and started rubbing his cock through his jeans. He looked surprised for a moment, but then I felt his cock growing hard, so I stripped off his pants. His cock was at full attention now, I ran my tongue up the shaft, and slowly wrapped my mouth around him. Using one hand to jerk him off, and slowly circling the head of his cock with my tongue, I watched his face as he drifted into ecstasy. "Wait" I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. "Why wait?" he asked, puzzled. I told him I had a surprise for him, and he obligingly followed me, though slightly puzzled. I led him to the bedroom at the top of the stairs, and told him to wait by the door. Amy was on the bed, idly fondling one perfect breast, eagerly waiting for our arrival. I told Andrew to close his eyes, and then brought Amy to the hallway. I watched her eyes light up while she stared at my boyfriend's rock hard cock, and whispered in her ear for her to go and suck him. She smiled and slipped that cock into her mouth. She sucked on the head, and then moved along it with her tongue, stopping to flick her tongue across the head before moving back down the shaft and fondling his balls while she sucked. He moaned and reached down to touch what he thought was MY hair, but Amy's hair is much longer than mine. He opened his eyes to see me standing beside him, and looked down to see our new friend Amy, eagerly lapping his cock. He grinned at me, and told Amy to stop for a moment, leading us both into the bedroom. He lay down on the bed, and pulled Amy up there with him so she could continue to give him head, while I quickly undressed. Amy was on her hands and knees sucking my boyfriends cock, and I was loving it! I got at the foot of the bed behind Amy, and spread her knees a little, exposing her sweet little pussy. As she bobbed away, I began to rub her clit gently. She began to moan, so I leaned forward and tasted that pussy. She had the sweetest pussy I had tasted yet, and I began to eat that cunt with all the gusto of a fat man at an all you can eat bar. I sucked her clit and slid my tongue into her hole, feeling her juice dripping off my chin. This simply had to be shared, so I called Andrew to take over. I told Amy to get on her hands and knees, and he slid his face underneath to taste that pussy too. I climbed onto the bed in front of Amy, and placed my pussy in front of her face. She got the message and began to go down on me just as eagerly as she did on my boyfriend, and boy was she talented! I could feel her tongue probing my pussy, stopping to lick my clit, she inserted a finger into my dripping cunt, and one into my ass, and I couldnt take anymore. I started to tremble as my orgasm hit me, and she began to writhe and moan as andrew brought her to her own orgasm. We both collapsed onto the bed, quietly moaning together, while Andrew stood up and rubbed his cock watching us. I saw him standing there, and instructed Amy to get back to her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. she did so, and Andrew stepped up behind her, and slid his cock into her slick pussy. She moaned, low and long, and he began to pump, first slowly, and then a little faster, as I slid between his legs and began to lick his balls, and shaft as he slid in and out of that sexy girl. He moaned loudly, and I could see that he was almost ready to cum. "Cum on my ass!" Amy said between moans. That was all it took, Andrew pulled out of her and shot stream after stream of hot cum all over that beautiful ass. I watched it as it dripped across those beautiful ass cheeks. It seemed a shame to waste such a load, so i bent down and lapped his cum from her ass. Amy wiggled a little and moaned, so I ran my tongue between those perfect cheeks, and she moaned louder. I pulled them apart, and began to run my tongue around her puckered little asshole, she writhed and moaned louder than i had heard yet, so I didnt stop. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was rock hard again from watching us, and he slid his cock deep into my ass, while I gave Amy a rimjob. The moans in that room were virtually in unison as we all reached a climax one by one, and collapsed onto the bed. Andrew looked over at me with dreamy eyes and grinned, mouthing the words "thank you", and I knew that my fantasies were welcome anytime! Third Party We took a long time - several months - before choosing. The decision was important because we are not an irresponsible young couple playing the field. We are both nearer fifty than forty, in the third decade of our marriage, still very much in love but wise enough to recognise that sex, though pleasurable, was fast becoming routine. Before we got together we had both enjoyed other relationships, I more in number than Monique, but in marriage we had been sufficient to each other. Until now. There was a lot to consider once we had confronted the idea of another person joining us. Male or female? We concluded that I was probably the one able to cope with watching; and Monique needed that assurance before she could feel comfortable taking another man. It was when we had reached that point that Monique confessed she would like, just once, to try someone with a large endowment. I am not deficient in that department, as she readily acknowledged, but neither am I equipped to be a porn star. Could I deal with what was proposed? The more I contemplated the prospect, the more exciting I found it. Other factors came into our search, of course; we were not looking for a tattooed truck driver with a big belly however many inches he might offer. We needed someone cultured and imaginative who would be interesting as a person as well as a stud. Older rather than younger. Which is how, after those months browsing, we chose Nils. Nils was a Danish businessman with his own export-import company. Having lived in Paris for many years, he spoke flawless French with only the smallest trace of accent. He told us he was sixty-two and had been a widower for the last seven years. His suggestion was Sunday lunch at L'Angélique near the Chateau at Versailles. We were not disappointed, either by the restaurant or by Nils. L'Angélique has a Michelin star so we were not surprised to find it busy and welcoming. Nils, who had reserved a table, was there before us. He looked exactly as he had in the photo he had e-mailed us: slim, square-shouldered, silver-grey hair, deep blue eyes with laughter lines, a strong jawline. He wore a pale blue suit (Armani, said Monique from twenty metres away) with a dark blue shirt, no tie. When he rose to greet us, his handshake was firm, his kiss to Monique's cheek correct and unintrusive. After a few pleasantries, we devoted ourselves to the menu and the waiter. Nils asked me to choose the wine, although I am pleased I accepted his recommendation to try the 2000 Leflaive white Burgundy. He would drink only mineral water; he was driving, he said, and needed to take care not to impair his performance. If there was a smile, it was only in his eyes, and then only fleetingly. Surrounded by other diners, our conversation perforce avoided any reference to the reason for our meeting. The weather, the economy, the latest Sarkozy speculation saw us through. We had agreed to reciprocate Nils' hospitality by inviting him to our apartment for afters; Monique, in any case, thought she would be more relaxed in our own bedroom. Besides, the video equipment was there. We split up for the journey. Monique joined Nils in his Porsche Panamera Turbo. I followed in our Merc, wondering what might be happening now the two of them were alone together. Monique told me later that when they set off, Nils asked her if she would feel comfortable to turn back her skirt and partially open her legs. It was the first test of her nerves and she found that she had warmed enough to Nils to agree, When the situation permitted, he glanced down approvingly. From time to time, he let his hand settle on her thigh, running from the stocking top to the bare flesh but no higher. It was enough. By the time he had found a parking space near home she was thoroughly wet, consumed with expectation. All those months spent in preparation had not been wasted. Intuition, or perhaps experience with other women, had alerted Nils to Monique's state of readiness. When we entered our apartment he spoke a few appropriate words of admiration before saying, "But I think we have all been anticipating this moment for long enough. It would be good not to make ourselves wait any longer. Do you agree?" To my surprise, it was Monique who responded - not with words but by curling her arms behind Nils' neck and kissing him, open-mouthed, tongue working lasciviously. Our guest was not slow to accept the invitation. His hands reached behind her, lifted her skirt and cupped her bottom cheeks. I could see his fingers working the black silk into the crevice of her bottom. My penis was already hard. All morning,Monique had been subdued and silent as though nervous of what we had committed to. But I had sensed a different interpretation when, just before we left for the restaurant, she took me by both hands, looked into my face and said, "Do not worry, Chéri. You won't lose me. I am ready, more than ready, but I am still yours." When they broke apart from the kiss, Monique took Nils by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I followed and busied myself with the filming equipment, two cameras on tripods, then ensuring that the lighting in the shuttered room, subdued though it was, would still shed sufficient illumination on the areas where the action was likely to develop. We had agreed that there would be filming but only for the subsequent enjoyment of the three of us; Nils would receive a copy, we would have ours. It was understood that no one else would ever see. I turned to find that Nils had already stripped to his boxer shorts. We had taken his self-assessment of endowment on trust but a bulge at the front suggested that his e-mail assurances had not been exaggerated. Revelation would have to wait. Monique motioned to me to set the cameras rolling. Then she presented her back to Nils so that he could release the zip of her dress. It fell to the floor around her ankles. She pirouetted slowly, offering to Nils an arms length view: an oval face framed by short wavy hair, brown eyes, a broad mouth; ample breasts supported by a bra that did them justice; a rounded but not oversized bottom, flattered by silk French knickers; long and shapely legs in sheer stockings. Bra, knickers, garter belt and stockings in black were made brazenly erotic by white flesh. As she used two hands to pull the knicker material tightly across her mound, I zoomed in with the camera to focus on the outlined labia. Fingers appeared in shot. Nils was exploring in Monique's groin. I widened my shot slightly, confident that the other camera was capturing the broader picture of the two of them embracing. Editing later would be exciting. I reframed the shot to see Monique's face in close-up. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, distilling the essence of desire which could no longer be contained. When her pelvis began to thrust against Nils, he held her away momentarily. He wanted to undress her. The bra was removed first. Monique could not deny that her breasts no longer have the upward tilt of her youth but they remain firm. Their glory for me is the nipples, dark and pointed when aroused as they undoubtedly were now. Nils clearly shared that opinion. A brief murmur of appreciation escaped lips that were already about to close on the left little cone of temptation. For long minutes, broken only by Monique's muttered words of encouragement, the sixty-two-year-old licked, nibbled and sucked. First one side, then the other, then back again. At one point, Monique grasped the underside of a breast with both hands and pushed it forcibly into her partner's mouth. Again, Nils clasped her bottom cheeks and pulled her on to him. I slipped the camera from its tripod and knelt behind them to capture the urgency of his need. Eventually, they broke away, both breathing heavily, recovering for a few seconds before resuming. I knew the knickers would be next to go and had the camera back in place in good time. Nils could not have been more helpful to me. He led her to the bed and asked her to bend over. I began to understand that the visual relishing of the black silk stretched across taut buttocks was to be a key moment for him. I repositioned camera two for the general shot, then with my own zoomed in very slowly while Nils stroked and caressed my wife's bottom. What happened next is the clearest possible indication of the heated atmosphere in that bedroom and the bond of intuitive trust we had so swiftly developed. Nils turned his head to glance at me with raised eyebrows. I nodded. When his hand slapped hard on her protruding orbs, Monique cried out. I knew it was a cry of surprised pleasure. We had not told Nils that spanking featured in our sexual repertoire, hadn't even discussed it, yet when the moment was ripe its consummation was perfection. Encouraged, Nils continued. Monique told me later that he asked her more than once if she could take it harder and she had simply nodded. As the slaps subsided, Nils gently massaged the curves, sliding his hand up through the knicker legs to soothe the reddened cheeks. At last he turned her on to her back and eased her further on to the bed, still reluctant it seemed to relinquish his tactile investigation of the interaction between female flesh and black silk. I have no way of knowing how much self-control he was exercising in prolonging the transition from one sexual phase to the next but I did realise that it was taking Monique on a sensual journey from the foothills to the heights with masterly expertise. Still with her knickers in place, she would undoubtedly have long been ready to welcome wholehearted penetration, but it was not to be. Not for a long while. Nils widened her legs, pushed the knicker gusset to one side. For the first time he was able to see her shaved opening. I knew it would be glistening with her juices so I needed the close-up. Resuming hand-held, I took the shot over Nils' shoulder. The lubrication was easy to discern. But I had to reframe because Nils could not resist tasting what he could see. As his head descended I moved to one side in time to capture Monique's little shudder as her lips were parted and a tongue tip met the exposed clitoris. Even during our recent less adventurous sex, cunnilingus had always been a way of expressing loving togetherness; in wilder, earlier days oral stimulation could propel her to orgasm after orgasm. I was in no doubt that something similar was possible now. Except that Nils wouldn't permit it. When his wife was alive she must have counted her blessings to enjoy being serviced by a sexual maestro. And now it was my wife whose pelvis rose and fell under his ministrations. But the more she pressed her distended nerve end towards his face, the more skilfully he denied her the ultimate release. Alternating fingers and tongue, he took her to the very brink and somehow sustained her there, quivering and moaning, wanting the finishing flourish but revelling in being refused it. By this time both cameras were back on their tripods, trading angles on a master class in licking and fingering. For myself, I could no longer remain totally aloof. We had agreed that this was not to develop into a threesome, but it is true that the voyeur in me wanted nothing more than to be the privileged audience for a show I had never expected to witness. However, something had to give. I opened my zip and took my penis in my hand, stroking gently. My intention was not to precipitate a conclusion, but to reach a point of equilibrium not dissimilar to that being so exquisitely displayed on the bed. That achieved, not without considerable concentration, I became aware from the rhythm of their movements that something had subtly changed between Nils and Monique. She had surrendered. Nils was in charge and could take her in whatever manner pleased him, because she had learned to trust that he would not betray her. That she was not a victim, merely the secondary partner in an erotic voyage that was heading inexorably to a blissful ending. But not yet. Not yet. It came as a surprise when Nils suddenly spoke aloud. I knew there had been murmured exchanges between them but this was different, positive, as much for my ears as Monique's. He had at last decided to dispense with her knickers and his fingers were in the waistband, easing the smooth fabric away from her contours when he said, "Soon we will fuck. But first I will show you my cock and ask you to suck it for me." Instantly, the atmosphere had changed once more. Nils had asked in a telephone conversation earlier whether we had any problem with 'les mots crus.' Monique and I had conferred briefly. She said she would welcome whatever Nils felt would be helpful. And now that moment had arrived. Foreplay was moving closer to its objective. Nils stood and handed me Monique's knickers. While I could not resist using them for a few seconds to maintain my erection, our guest stepped out of his boxer shorts. What was revealed confirmed that Nils was indeed well blessed. His cock was not yet hard - testimony to the fact that his attention had been exclusively devoted to pleasuring my wife - but it was impressive enough in its semi-flaccid state. It was about to get better. But first, Monique beckoned me to her, kissed me warmly on the mouth and then said, "Be sure, chéri, be sure. Je t'aime." Kneeling on the bed beside Monique's head, Nils gently offered a circumcised knob to my wife's mouth. Opening wide, she reached up and guided it in. Impossible for her to accept it all, but she offered the next best treatment. While her hollowed cheeks showed that she was sucking steadily on the business end, her hand moved at the same tempo along the exposed remaining shaft. When I looked through the viewfinder I saw Nils moisten his lips. Monique set about returning the oral favours she had received with matching enthusiasm. For much of the time she continued sucking and wanking, but occasionally she would remove the cock completely to admire what they had achieved together. Nils now was showing a jutting rigidity that did credit to a man in his sixties. I was excited that Monique was able to extract such a response. "And now," said Nils after a long spell of exquisite fellation, "We must experience the final conquest. If you will permit me, chère madame, I wish to join my cock with your cunt." The curiously stilted formal request seemed somehow appropriate to the carefully structured ritual that had been unfolding. My wife opened her legs and drew up her knees. In a calm, confident, low voice, she said, "I want it all. Fuck me." The moment of initial penetration was delicately contrived. Nils knelt between her legs and with his hand placed his cock head at her cunt opening. Monique then took the shaft in her right hand and eased the long, purple-headed instrument inside her, centimetre by slow centimetre. The sound - half sigh, half groan - that issued from Nils was the first involuntary reaction he had shown during the whole time in our bedroom. Already, their coupling had lasted for more than forty minutes. My camera tapes were sixty minutes in duration. It proved to be just enough. If the foreplay had been superb in its controlled interplay, the fuck surpassed it. Nils took his time at first, taking care for both of them that the steady build-up didn't disintegrate in a hasty frenzy. It was not until perhaps the sixth or seventh careful thrust that he buried himself completely. For a moment he rested. His eyes registered Monique's hands manipulating her nipples before he resumed movement. Monique locked her ankles behind his back and rode with him, instinctively matching his intention to change the tempo by almost imperceptible increments. The reward was theirs. "Like this?" asked Nils, driving into her. "Yes, yes. As much as you like. Just keep going." "No orgasm?" "Not yet. I want it. Want it badly, Nils. But not yet." Her arse rose from the bed with each withdrawal by Nils, then fell back as he probed into her anew. Each time he gave her his full length, his grunt was echoed by her little gasp. These were the only sounds until Monique used her hands to ease him off her. "Wait," she said. "I was very close. I wanted it but I didn't want it then. I want you from behind me." A gleaming cock slipped from her cunt. Nils helped her turn on to her knees and instantly fed himself into her. Restraint was unnecessary. Monique's internal lubrication enabled them to set to again with undiminished relish. Only the sounds changed. Once Nils had established his angle of penetration, each complete withdrawal ended with a squishy slurp, while each insertion culminated in the slap of flesh on flesh. In this position, Nils was able to augment Monique's delight with a firm slap to a buttock. Of course, there had to be a dénouement, a great shivering, shattering, consuming climax. When it came, Monique was again on her back, Nils above her, but this time supporting himself on strong arms so that the camera could see the alternate exposure and immersion of his powerful cock. Until, with a huge gasp, he collapsed on to her, emptying himself. Somewhere during this final bout, Monique told me later, she had willed herself to orgasm as his groin pounded against her clitoris. At the end they lay, the sixty-two-year-old Dane and my lovely wife, panting in each other's arms. After a while they shared the shower in our bathroom while I rewound the tapes, packed away the cameras and tripods in a cupboard in another room. Editing was a pleasure postponed. When I rejoined them, Monique was offering to make coffee, an excuse for Nils and me to talk. Surprisingly we were able to do so in remarkably dispassionate tones. Nils thanked me for allowing everything that had taken place, speaking in the most glowing terms of Monique's sexuality and the generosity with which she had expressed it. I returned thanks, making clear that we had deliberated at great length before embarking on the process that had now been fulfilled, telling him that it would take time before we could be absolutely sure that our long-term aim had been achieved. I added that I was confident that it would. Monique returned with coffee and we made small talk, unexpectedly unembarrassed in the light of all that gone before. The only further reference came as Nils was about to climb into his Porsche at the end of the afternoon. "May I ask," he said, "whether you view this as a liaison with a future? Or not?" I looked at Monique but couldn't read her expression. "Perhaps we need time to consider," I said. "We will take a few days and get in touch with you one way or the other. And, of course, we will send you a copy of the tape." "Thank you," Nils replied. He lifted Monique's hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. "Thank you for everything." Once we had watched the car disappear we went inside. Monique took my hand, looked hard into my eyes and said, "And thank you - for everything." Then she led me back to a bed of rumpled sheets and we turned back the years. Our experiment seemed to have worked. The following morning at breakfast, while we had still made no decision about the future, a messenger came with a huge bouquet. There was an accompanying card which read, "Thank you once again. If you feel inclined for another meeting, perhaps you would like me to bring my daughter. She is thirty-four, charming, pretty and very accommodating. Nils" Third Party Candidate For Wild Sex Although she was a strong woman and virtually always on top of any situation, Gloria was a bit discomfited. She and John, her lover and prospective husband, were going to meet a younger man for one purpose only. If things went as planned the young guy would make love to her while John watched. The idea of a threesome didn't bother her. She'd done much the same thing in her first marriage at swinging parties. But they were going to stoically meet someone for a drink and discuss fucking in a somewhat clinical manner? This didn't seem like foreplay. Still it was the agreement, and John had instigated it. Indeed she had traveled east to meet him, live with him, make love with him. She did this knowing his passion was to expand the definition of making love to include a third party. This sort of sex was what he wanted to be the norm. As for the prospective selectee, she had seen his picture. My god, he was an Adonis!. She could see herself in the arms of such a man. He must have worked hard to get himself into such physical condition, muscles on top of muscles. And his penis excited her beyond belief. True, it was limp, but it looked as if it could be hard in a trice, the sort that that her late husband had talked about seeing in locker rooms. "A guaranteed woman pleaser," he called it. In one of their many e-mail exchanges John sent the picture and e-mailed Gloria asking if she'd like to make it with such a guy. She had to admit that it made her knees weak just looking at it. He started a search for him and learned he lived nearby, and his name was Al. A few more exchanges of e-mails and phone calls and they agreed to an appointment an few weeks hence. Gloria traveled east to move in with John. They found each other interesting compatible. Even the sex was good, if not spectacular. Now John and Gloria were on the way to meet him Al. This was the most awkward thing she'd ever done, but there was no turning back now. Gloria broke the silence, "John, I do hope this works out, more for your sake than mine. I am awfully fond of you, you know. And I want you to know that I really enjoy making love with you. In spite of your doubts you are a good lover." John reached over and put his hand on his partner's leg, "I'm glad to hear that Gloria. But I think both of us agree that a diversion like this can enhance our own love affair." "I understand John, Really. and I will do what I can to make it exciting for both of us. . . actually, three of us. Let's hope Al gives me the trill of my life, just for you" John smiled at her and continued rubbing her thigh, like she was a high school girl. By the time they got to the bistro she was getting warm. Al was there sitting at a table by the small dance floor when they arrived. He rose "I'm Al. You must be the Gloria your husband bragged about." They weren't married but she didn't see any point in correcting him. She extended her hand. For the first time they touched each other. Now Gloria felt like a silly teenager. God he was an Adonis in person as well. They had a few drinks, on John of course. This was his party. The conversation was polite but somewhat wide ranging. And to Gloria's relief Al was well read, and knowledgeable in a wide variety of subjects. She was especially pleased that he had read a book she'd written. And he was surprised to know she'd written it. She explained, "In my spare time I do lots of ghost writing. In some cases I insist on credit on the cover, but for politicians I have to steer clear of that and let him take the credit. I wrote every word but the ideas were his of course." Through the half hour's chit chat, not a word was said about the real reason for the meeting – a meeting held so two would-be lovers would determine if they liked each other well enough to go ahead with the plan. The impasse was broken when Al asked Gloria to dance. It was a relief for both of them to finally approach the subject and it could be handled best on the dance floor just between the two of them. This was personal. Sex is as personal as humans can get. Gloria fit well into Al's arms. He was handsome and well built, but not much taller than she was. She moved in close, but not close enough to be out of place in a small bistro. She was used to causing a man to get hard on the dance floor but Al's entire body felt like it was made of steel. She couldn't think of any reason to say no to John's plan, but still she wanted to explore the subject. "What do you think of John's idea of our making love while he watches? After all I'm quite a bit older than you." Despite it's being indecorous he pulled her closer, "Feel that?" She indeed felt it, his penis was pressing against her. She said, "God, yes." I wanted to meet you when I saw those pictures of you. Then when you and John come in I made a silent prayer that I could make love to you. Do you think god will answer a prayer for two grown up people to fuck?" Gloria laughed, "I think god will do whatever you want him to do. He's imaginary you know. But we agree on what we want to do. Shall we inform my husband that his plan is viable and on schedule?" Al managed to pull her tighter and rub against her one more time. Gloria could only imagine what would be happening in a short while. They walked back to the table. Gloria leaned over, gave John a wet kiss and asked, "How far is that motel you booked darling? John addressed both of them, "Not far. I was so sure you folks would agree that I already checked in. I take it you are ready?" On the way to the car Gloria walked between the John and Al. She assumed Al still had his erection, or could summon it up in a minute. She reached over and groped John's crotch. There it was, stiff and ready. He always lamented it was just too little but she found it enjoyable. Gloria and Al got in the back seat. He put his arm around her and once again she felt like a high school girl on a date. One difference was that she did nothing to stop his groping. He went for the tits and had her blouse unfastened even before they cleared the parking lot. One deft move and Gloria unfastened her bra. She reflected that he was as fascinated by her titties as she had been of his penis. His head went from one to the other. Then he buried his head between them. She held them tight against herself. Things heated up rapidly. She managed to grope his crotch, then unzipped his pants. She had to see what had brought her here! She pulled it out. It was perfect – a good eight inches, very thick, and hard as a brick. She moved Al's head from her chest and bent over. A couple licks around the head, then she slid her mouth over it. She paused, looked up at her lover and asked, "How soon could you recover if I finish a blow job? "In fifteen minutes I'll be hard as ever again. The only thing is that I will take longer to cum the next time, not a bad thing.:" Next Gloria called out to John in the front seat. "How long will it take for us to get to the motel darling?" "Will half an hour be long enough sweetheart?" "Yes, half an hour, then the main show." With that she went after her lover's cock with a passion. She got his pants down and grabbed his balls. She slipped one finger up to his ass. She probed then pushed it in. All while bobbing her head up and down hard. He matched her rhythm by pushing back and fondling the sweetest set of tits he had ever seen. It was clear he wouldn't last long. And he didn't. John could clearly hear the actions his beloved and her paramour were making in the back seat. She moved up and down on his cock, pausing now and then to tell him how much she wanted him to cum in and on her. He responded by pulling her face to him and giving her a wet kiss. Then it was back to business. She rammed her finger up his ass as she took his cock in her mouth. He raise his ass and matched her rhythm. Then it happened. He held her head tight and fucked her face fast. He held it tight, made a big "ooooooh god" and erupted. She felt it in her mouth, then backed off and he splashed it on her face. Then the little spurts and it was over . . . for the time being. Her face half covered with white liquid from her lover, she tapped her husband on the shoulder. "Can you pull over dear?" John was sure what she wanted. He pulled to the curb, and turned to face his prospective wife. He gave her an open mouth kiss then licked the residue from the recent frolicking in the back seat from her face. "Thank you darling for the preview." Then he drove round the same corner he'd been passing for several minutes and pulled into the motel. He let them all in via the outside door. Inside was some wine on ice, a TV with porn on demand, and a huge bed. John poured everybody a glass of wine, took his seat – one close to the bed. Then he dialed up a porn show. They all looked at a huge black guy with a huge dick plowing it into a petite blond with well shaped, but small, tits. He said, "Nice but I have a much better show right here close at hand, so close I can touch both of the star performers." Gloria felt her passions return. She smiled at her lover of the evening, gave him a kiss. Then she lay back on the bed, her blouse still open and her tits bare. In addition her skirt had moved up to her thighs. Al lay beside her and sex permeated the room. On TV the huge black guy was still pounding a screaming petite white woman. On the bed two lovers were kissing, hugging, fondling, and kissing. Watching them closely while waiting for the black guy on TV to cum was a white businessman who was now, himself, naked. Fondling his four inch erection, nice but too small for show business. Soon the couple on bed really got with it. Gloria helped as Al undressed her. Then she asked him to lie still and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned forward as she slipped it off. Next his pants. For the second time tonight she unfastened them and pulled them down and off. Once again she had a good look at the body she admired, not the least part of which was pointing at the ceiling. Now, both naked, she slid up beside him, leaned over and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. His arms went around her and she ran her hand over his body, feeling the muscles. Jesus she could hardly wait until he held it close to her and banged her as hard as the guy on TV was doing his partner. He rolled her over on her back. Kissed her again, and moved down to her tits. He made love to each in it's turn. It pleased Gloria, but so far it was sex as she had experienced it hundreds of times before. She pushed his head down to her triangle and raised her hips. She wasn't going to make cunnilingus the centerpiece but wanted his tongue to loosen her up for that magnificent cock. God it was a masterpiece! Al dutifully did his duty. He used his lips to part her vulva then invaded her space until he landed on her clit. That did it. She wrapped her legs around him, fucked his face until she was on the edge of orgasm. Then Gloria pulled him on top of her. She marveled at his hard body on her white pliant one. When he was face to face with her she pulled his face to hers and they kissed again. She felt his cock pressing against her body. She raise her ass and guided it in, just the head at first. Then she broke off the kiss and softly screamed, "NOW YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD. NOW, FUCK ME HARD. DO IT!" Al did as he was told. He gave one hard lunge and Gloria went to heaven. She was held down by the hardest body she had ever felt and was impaled on the hardest and biggest cock she ever experienced. As she expected she started to orgasm immediately. Holding him tight she met each thrust with one wilder from herself. And she loved to talk, sometimes in gibberish. OH GOD DAMN YOU DAMN YOU GOD DAMN YOU SLAM IT TO ME MAKE ME CUM OHHH JESUS CHRIST OOOOH GOD I'M CUMMING I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS SLAM IT TO ME HARD HARDER HARDER HARDER. OOOO MY GOD. Her orgasm was real and it was one of the greatest she ever had, but she still took a peek at John. He was standing, slowly stroking himself as he watched the lovers threshing on the bed. Al was almost an afterthought. But not to himself. He had long known he was the thing of fantasy for many women, but this red head was something beyond description. If he had not had a blow job a half hour earlier he would have lost it and finished immediately. As it was he stayed hard, rock hard, and could approach orgasm time and again, each evoking a thrill as he'd never experienced before. Fucking this wild redhead was an adventure he would never forget. She was surprisingly tight for a forty something woman, at least she was tight until that last wild orgasm. Now she was wet. As he fucked her he grasped one tit and squeezed it, then the other. My god she was so beautiful he was afraid he'd leave her without making love to every part of her body. He backed away a bit and said, "I don't want to ever cum Gloria. I would like to just fuck you forever, and ever. She replied, "and ever. you are the best of all time." Then they went at it hard again. Soon he put his left leg outside her right one, making it tight again and both were soon babbling in ecstasy again. Finally they held each other tight. He started those short strokes. She reached down to grab his balls but found John's hand there. He applied the coup de grace by squeezing his balls. Al buried his cock in Gloria and let it fly. Then they lay still. Their hearts still pounding wildly. He started to become soft and some of his juices rolled down her ass. She knew that John's part in the orgy would take care of that. When Al pulled out he left a trail across her belly. Again she didn't bother wiping it off. Gloria said, "come here Al." then she pulled his body up and placed he now semi turgid cock between her tits, wiping it clean. This too would be part of the after-play with John. And John was right on schedule. He took his proposed wife in his arms, kissed her softly, and said, "Gloria I can't tell you how exciting that was. nor can I tell you how much I love it." "Oh god darling let's do this every week for ever and ever. That was so exciting. And I loved looking at you when I cum." She pulled him to her. He moved down to her titties and licked the juice left behind by Al. Then he smiled at his wife and moved on down, to the cum on her belly and in her pussy. He nearly buried his face in her licking. He was so persistent she started moving her hips again. It was wonderful. Finally he turned in the 69 position grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her on top of himself. Everything left over from the sex act minutes earlier came into his face now. The adventure was over except for one thing. John still had an erection. "What about that?" Asked Gloria. "Let's keep it for a while. As long as it's hard it'll remind me of an exciting evening. Let's drop Al off at the bistro, then go home, and I'd like to make love with my betrothed."