20 comments/ 206439 views/ 69 favorites Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 01 By: The Big Bopper This is my first effort at writing and I wish to acknowledge tonytony3 as my inspiration, although he no longer contributes and has withdrawn all of his stories from this site. If anyone still has contact with him, please tell him that I admired his work greatly. I am hoping that women will enjoy my story as much as men, because while there is full-on sex, it's not just quick wham-bam thank you ma'a but includes foreplay and emotion. If you like it, please vote to inspire more. Chapter 1 Martin Johnson was a shattered man, his idyllic married life in tatters with the sudden death of his beautiful blonde wife in a car accident. Night after night, he sat in his empty apartment, with no sounds of life other than his own breathing. He had taken up heavy drinking that was so out of character for the previously one glass of wine a night man. As he sat, night after night, in the semi darkness for hours on end, he wrestled, not only with the loss of his wife -- the love of his life -- but the way she died. As a passenger in the car of her boss, just after leaving an outer town motel at 1am in the morning. The motel manager had told investigating police that the couple had arrived around 4pm, checked into one room and didn't even order dinner. Martin's mind was filled with the thought of the pair in that room for nine hours. Martin had no idea that she had been having an affair. Perhaps one could call him naïve, given what he now knew, but he just believed that she was working industriously on a new project at work. She had been getting home late at night about three times a week. But he had no suspicions because there had been no lessening of activity with her in their own marriage bed … or in the kitchen, the lounge, the bathroom, wherever. There had been no doubting her sexuality, his late wife Amanda had always verged on nymphomania. Every night now, the same questions went round and around in his head. The two of them had been so sexually active in the four years that he had known her, and their activities had only increased after they were married two years ago. Why would she want to have an affair with her boss? If she was unfaithful to him with one man, had there been others? If so, who were they? Would it really help him to know? He was becoming fixated on having to know. But why, what good would it do him now? She was gone forever, the woman he loved and adored, his soul mate. But instead of having fond memories of all the good times, of her statuesque beauty that turned male heads wherever they went, her cheeky and irreverent sense of humour, her unashamed sexuality, their marathon sessions of lovemaking. Yes, lovemaking with her, not just sex. They would spend hours -- it was most nights, he reflected -- on intense and romantic foreplay. So much so, that they usually didn't get to sleep until well after midnight. It would be nice if he could dwell on the good memories, as he sat alone in the apartment every night, his hand wrapped around his cock as he attempted to stroke his way to satisfaction. He was only 30, in the prime of his sexual capacity, having just had four years straight of constant mind-blowing sex, probably averaging six nights a week. Now, in the four weeks since her death, there had been no hot liquid velvet glove of his loved one's cunt to slide his cock into, or of any other woman for that matter. There had only been the palm of his hand, softened and lubed with dabs of KY Jelly, as he attempted to maintain the satisfaction levels to which his body had become accustomed. To accompany his intense sorrow, Martin wasn't eating properly and he felt that his work was suffering. His boss had been very patient with him, telling him to take time off to complete the grieving for his wife, but Martin felt that he had to remain active, at least by day. If he spent all day and night in this apartment, just thinking about her, he would go crazy. Unfortunately, he didn't have many friends, such had been the relationship with his wife. They just didn't have time for too many others in their life. The only couple they had become really close to was John Cooper, much older than Martin at 45 years. But John's lovely wife, Deborah was 28, just a year younger than Amanda. Deb and Mandy had been best friends since school days, so that's how Martin had met John four years ago. Despite the 15 year age difference, Martin and John got on really well. They had a regular booking to play golf together every Saturday morning, and would often take in a football game too. The four would get together for dinner on either Friday or Saturday night most weekends. Now, Martin felt like a loose cog and had refused invitations from John and Deb to maintain the dinner engagements, although the two men were still golfing once a week. John had noticed the sharp decline in his friend and discussed it with Deb regularly over the weeks since Amanda's death. This Wednesday night was no exception as John and Deborah shared a wine and a quiet chat before dinner. "He needs a woman badly," John again told Deborah. "He and Amanda had just been so intense in their sex life." "More than us?" Deborah would query as she playfully grabbed John's cock through his trousers to emphasise her point. "Yes, amazing as it may seem, more than us, my darling." John couldn't get over how fortunate he had been. When he had divorced his first wife five years ago, there had been no particular woman in his life. He had just wanted to be rid of a woman that he had married far too young and who had nagged him constantly over the years. John stayed celibate for all of three months, but the day that he met the vivacious and attractive brunette, Deborah, he determined that he must have her. Within a week of meeting Deborah, she was in his bed and they had been devoted to each other in the four years since. They coupled up well together, each managing to cater for the other's sexual needs and while not as frequent in their sexual endeavours as Martin and Amanda had been, they managed to get it on frequently. How did they know that? Because Amanda had regularly talked about sex at the foursomes' weekly get togethers. Amanda would regale John and Deb with tales of how insatiable she and Martin could be. "What are we having for dinner tonight?" John asked Deborah. "A roast, John … we're having lamb and baked veges." "Would there be enough for another serve left over, Deb?" "Should be, honey, I cut up heaps of potatoes and pumpkin. Why? Who are you thinking of inviting?" "Nobody!" Then to Deborah's utter bewilderment, John suggested, "How about you make up a serve and drive it over to Martin as soon as we finish eating. I'll do the dishes here, so you don't have to come back to a mess." "Why would you suggest that, John?" "You haven't seen him lately, have you?" John enquired of Deborah. "No, not since the funeral." "Deb, that was three weeks ago, he has lost weight and he's beginning to look dishevelled. You will be stunned when you see him." "But why do you want me to take dinner over?" "Because I don't think he's eating right. Last Saturday at golf, he just looked terrible. He said he's just cooking himself basic things, like omelettes and fish cakes. Crap food, Deb! He's got to get some real nourishment." "Why don't you take it over, John?" "He still sees me every Saturday for golf. But as you said, you haven't seen him since the funeral. I think you could cheer him up, he really does like you, and you're always so good at counselling friends and family. You could probably straighten him out." "Well, I don't know … but I guess so!" Deborah told John just a bit reluctantly. "Be really nice to him, Deb, show some affection." "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing, Deb, nothing at all. I just mean that just because I'm not there, don't hold back. Hold his hand, give him a kiss and a cuddle, just like the four of us did when Amanda was alive." Deborah looked back at John a little suspiciously. She wasn't sure why he was proposing this sudden midweek trip for her to see Martin on her own. They ate dinner without further reference to Deborah's impending visit to Martin. As soon as she had finished, she picked up the plate she had prepared, covered with foil to keep it warm, kissed John on the cheek, picked up her car keys and was out the door. It was only a 15-minute drive over to Martin's house. On the way, Deborah's mind tried to speculate on why John had suggested this food drive and why she was the one to make it. She tried also to decipher the code of her husband's suggestion to (how did he put it again, she thought) 'Hold his hand, give him a kiss and a cuddle'. How bizarre, she thought. Deborah pulled her car up outside Martin's apartment block and climbed the stairs to the first floor. She tapped on the door and waited. There was no reply after 20 seconds, so she tapped again. Eventually, she heard movement from inside and the door opened. Martin's face appeared around the half open door. John had been very accurate, Deborah barely recognised the usually well-groomed and good looking man. Martin looked like he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was unkempt and shaggy, seemed like it could do with a dose of shampoo. "Deborah, what on earth are you doing here?" "Hoping that you're going to invite me in," she told him, holding the foil covered plate up. "I brought your dinner." "What … what dinner … what for?" "John thought that you weren't eating right after he saw you last weekend. It's obviously been bugging him, so he suggested I bring over a spare serve of the roast we had tonight. Can I come in?" "Deb, I'm so sorry, where are my manners." With that, Martin flung the door wide open and Deborah stepped into the apartment. There was no entry foyer, the front door opened straight into the lounge room where a sofa faced the television and two individual chairs either side of the TV faced the sofa. "Please, sit yourself down, can I get you a drink?" Having just come in from the dark night, Deborah's eyes adjusted to the interior lights and as she looked around, she saw that Martin was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, his legs and feet were bare. Deborah made her way to the sofa and sat down at the far end of it, placing the meal on the coffee table in front of the sofa, indicating to Martin that he should sit next to her to eat. "I'll have a vodka on the rocks, thanks Martin," Deborah told him, looking up to see him turn in profile to go to get her drink. She gasped, but stifled a sound when she saw that his shorts were tented out in front by what looked to be a very impressive erection. Immediately, she recalled that several times her old school friend Amanda had told her how lucky she was in finding Martin because "his equipment is king size". Deborah reflected that that had been Amanda's quaint description of how her man pleased her. She had forgotten all about Martin's alleged size advantage until spotting it just now. Deborah was surprised that he hadn't attempted to hide it from her. Its not like it was just a bulge. Seeing him from side on, it was extended straight out horizontally from his body. 'By quite a long way', she considered. Martin reappeared with her drink. Once again, she was confronted by his tented shorts, but this time front on and from only a step away, as he placed her drink in front of her. 'It can't be me that's caused his erection,' Deborah thought. 'He didn't even know I was coming over. I hope I haven't interrupted him with some woman in the bedroom and he's too polite to say anything.' Martin sat down next to her, perhaps a body space to her right and peeled the foil off the meal she had brought. "Wow, looks good. I haven't eaten anything like this in a while." "Go for it, Martin," she told him as he began eating. Then, wanting to find an answer for his obvious erection, she added, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Martin, I should have called beforehand." "No Deb, that's fine, it's so good to see you. Of course, I still see John every Saturday, but I haven't caught up with you since the funeral." "Well, we have invited you over … to continue the weekend dinners, I mean." "Yes, I know. It's just that I've felt like a loose cog since Mandy died. Not very social, I mean." "So what do you do with yourself here? Must be a bit lonely?" "You can say that again. I just drink and drink and have a wank." She was stunned by his frank disclosure and felt just a little uneasy. "Needless to say, I didn't get finished tonight. You've probably noticed it by now," he said, looking down between his legs as he sat on the sofa alongside her. Deborah was just a bit taken aback. While the four of them had frequently discussed all types of sexual activity over the years, she had never had any intimate sexual discussions with Martin without Amanda and John being involved. Deborah felt herself blushing and Martin detected it. "Sorry Deb, but I thought you couldn't miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That's all I've got these days. Mandy and I were on such a steady diet of sex; I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can't just go cold turkey. I've been trying to cut back, but I'm still giving it a tug every night." Deborah coughed nervously. "It's alright Martin, you don't have to explain," she told him, wondering why he was being so detailed, then realising that it was probably the alcohol talking. John had told her he was drinking quite heavily. "Sorry Deb, probably a bit too much information for you, I didn't mean to offend you. Just tried to explain why my shorts are sticking out so far." "So the memories are still there, Martin. You're obviously missing her very much." He didn't answer her, just sat eating his dinner, staring at the television. Deborah continued to watch him, from the side. She thought she saw a tear rolling down his cheek, then another. He had gone silent, attempting to control his emotions. "I'm sorry, Deb. Maybe you better go, I'm not very good company." Deborah remembered John's compliments about her counselling skills, she decided that she should at least try. She shuffled along the sofa, closing the gap between them so that her right thigh touched his left thigh. She put her arm around his shoulder and tousled his dirty hair. "Martin, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring all the memories back." "No Deb, it's not your fault, it's always there. I can't think about anything else." His head was lowered as he finished the last of the dinner she had provided. "I might have to move. Everywhere I go in this apartment, I can see her, smell her. I probably should try to let go, but she meant everything to me." "I know she did, Marty, and she loved you. She told me that time and time again." He turned his head toward her and stared straight into Deborah's eyes. "Did she, Deb? Did she really? Then why did she spend her last nine hours in a motel room with her stinking boss? I can never forgive her for that." "I can't answer that, Martin. It's as big a mystery to me. We shared a lot, talked about who and what we liked, and didn't like. She never mentioned being unfaithful to you, I still can't accept it." He turned back to stare at the TV again and she continued to stroke the fingers of her right hand through his hair. Her left hand came over to rest on his left knee, recalling John's suggestion to show Martin some affection. Martin pushed his empty plate away from him, across the coffee table. His hands disappeared between his thighs and Deborah became apprehensive, not being able to see from the side what he was doing. Then he turned his face to hers, looking her directly eye to eye from barely two feet away. "I hate to ask you this, Deb. I know I shouldn't, but it's probably the drink talking, so please forgive me if you're offended." Deborah watched him curiously, not quite understanding the impact of his words. Then, slowly Martin turned, his left leg coming around and folding under his body so that his left knee was brushing her right hip. He was now half-turned toward her. He looked into her eyes pleadingly, "Please Deb!" "What Martin, what is it?" His eyes looked down toward his lap and she followed his gaze down. "Can you help me with this?" Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp when she saw that he had untied the draw cord in his shorts and they lay open, exposing a rigid and very impressive erection, standing straight out from his body. Strangely, mingled with the shock, her first reaction was that she had to agree with her late friend, Amanda. It was a truly magnificent specimen. Circumcised, the smooth purply knob was oozing clear liquid while beyond it the magnificent girth of the shaft disappeared into a tangle of wiry black curls. 'It was not that it was extraordinarily long,' she thought. 'It seemed to be about 7 inches, but it was the thickness of it. She had never seen one so thick through, a rigid mass of blood-engorged flesh.' She was most impressed, but nonetheless shocked that he would reveal himself in such a way to his best friend's wife. "Please Deb, I know I shouldn't be asking, but I do it to myself every night, and it's getting harder for me to get off. The palm of my hand is not the most romantic object I know." She looked up at his face and he was looking into her eyes again. His eyes were filled with tears. "I just can't do that, Martin, much as I would love to help you. It just wouldn't be right, for John I mean." "He'll never know, Deb. I promise I'll never tell him. Please, I just need you to help me get off; your beautiful soft hand would get me over the top in no time. Please!" he implored her. "I was beating away for twenty minutes before you got here, and I was nowhere near coming." Deborah looked deeply into his pleading eyes and her compassion for him rose. Her initial resolve was weakening. "Martin, I shouldn't do this, it's so wrong." She had gone from 'can't do that' to 'shouldn't do this'. Deborah stared at him again, her mind whirling, wondering if she should dare touch him, help him. 'Would I be cheating on John?' she thought, then wondered if John had this scenario in mind when he said to her, 'because I'm not there, don't hold back'. She considered could her husband have been that devious? Despite her conscience telling her no, she really did want to. She wanted to touch this wondrous thick penis that lay exposed and ready before her. She still wasn't sure if she would tell John if she went ahead now and helped Martin get his release. She was reasoning with herself, 'what harm would it do?' and she told herself that there were no positive harm answers to that. 'And I so want to touch it, it's not much longer than John's, but oh God, look how much thicker it is.' She pondered all of this as she looked at her fingers and decided that they wouldn't even meet around its girth. Martin's voice was no longer pleading, but his eyes were telling her how much he wanted her touch. 'I have to do this, damn the consequences,' she told herself as slowly, her right hand that had been around his neck and in his hair, slipped slowly down his back and came around to touch his upper left inner thigh. Her hand held on his leg for a moment and her eyes searched his, seeking some kind of reassurance for what she was about to do. Tentatively, her fingers reached out and touched the fiery knob, one fingertip tracing the clear juice from the eye of his cock and spreading it all around the knob. Her eyes watched his face closely and saw his eyes almost close in delirium from her touch. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 01 "Thank you!" was all he said in response to her silent commitment. Her fingers went back for more clear juice from his tip and she spread that along the smooth underside of his shaft. When she was satisfied that she had sufficient lubrication between her hand and his penis, she began to gently stroke her palm up and down from the juncture with his balls to the prominent ridge behind the head. 'My God, if I need any more moisture, I'm sure I could get it from the lips of my cunt,' she thought to herself as she got into a rhythm on his shaft and Martin began uttering little moans with each stroke. Deborah checked to see that his eyes were still closed, then moved her left hand that had previously rested on his knee. She parted her thighs and slipped that hand silently up between her legs, pushing her skirt up with it, exposing her bare thighs almost to the top. Her fingers reached her panties and found them just as soaked as she had anticipated. 'Wow, what a turn-on this is, I can't believe it is having as much effect on me as it is on him, and I haven't even been kissed or touched.' Her right hand maintained that steady rhythm, mainly up and down the underside, but occasionally her thumb staying under and her fingers wrapping over the topside of his shaft, pumping him. Such was the mass of his organ that she just couldn't get the fingers to touch the tip of her thumb. He just sat still, moaning and gasping as each stroke of her hand thrilled him, driving the very beginnings of a release deep down in his sac. His breathing quickened a little and Deborah marvelled at the power of satisfaction she was bringing this man, this friend of four years standing … and she hadn't even had to kiss him. Her left hand had stayed at the moist crotch of her panties, just applying a little pressure to her outer lips through the thin nylon material. Again, she checked to see that his eyes were still closed, then her fingers slipped to the edge of the crotch of her panties and pushed them aside. Two fingers slipped across and parted her outer lips that were sopping wet. Her fingers came forward and lightly feather-touched her budding clitoris. A loud moan escaped her lips and her eyes shot open to see his eyes looking back at her. "Can I do that for you?" he asked. "A man's hand will feel much better." "No!" she said abruptly, disturbed that he had caught her enjoying this moment. Her hand on him stopped. She had told herself that this special thing that she had been doing for him was quite okay because she was only a detached person helping a friend. Now that he had witnessed her own participation, the guilt surfaced and she feared that she was betraying her husband. "Don't stop," he screamed. "Please don't stop," he added breathlessly and he thrust his cock forcefully within her grip. "Stopping now will be worse than never having started." Deborah struggled with her guilt, her downcast eyes looked up to see his eyes imploring her to resume. Despite her misgivings, she began moving her fist again. Martin grabbed her other hand, the one that had been digging into her crotch and brought her fingers up to his nose, breathing in deeply her carnal aroma. She tried to pull them away, but he held her hand firmly, then dragged her fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. "You have a beautiful taste, I wish that I could taste it more." "Martin, this is getting out of hand," she rebuked him, although still maintaining her steady rhythm on his shaft. He became very apologetic, he couldn't have her stop now, before he could cum. "I'm sorry, I can't help saying what I think. I don't want to offend you, I won't ask for anything more." He moved the hand that he had held in his mouth, and pushed it back down to her legs, shoving it back up under her skirt, the hem of which now barely covered her magic spot. "I'm sorry that I broke the spell, you looked like you were really enjoying the moment." Placing her hand back there pushed her skirt up and he could see the dampened crotch of her panties, one side still pulled across and caught between her swollen outer lips. That image only hastened the work her hand was doing on his cock. He felt his finish was now approaching. Deborah left her hand where he had put it, up against her mound, but she wouldn't resume touching herself while he was watching. There would be time enough later for her to seek her own release, maybe she could get John to get her off when she got home. That is, if she could overcome the guilt she was now feeling. She watched his face and listened to his breathing and knew his end was in sight. She moved the hand from between her legs and cupped his balls, gently massaging them. Oh Deb, can you suck me please?" he pleaded. "No, that's taking this too far," she told him bluntly. "Please Deb, your mouth … that will do it," he gasped. "You're almost there anyway … you won't need it." "Sometimes … I get this close and my orgasm just fades. Please Deb?" Already, Deborah was doing more than she ever expected to be doing with this man. She again wrestled with her conscience. This would be taking it to the next level. 'Poor John,' she thought, 'what am I doing to him?' as she slipped off the lounge onto her knees on the floor and leant over Martin, her two hands never missing a beat of the rhythm she had created. She had never enjoyed fellatio, even with John. 'There is no way he's going to stick that thing down my throat,' she told herself. She opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue all the way out and her fisting hand moved his cock so that the underside of the head was lapped by her tongue, just the way a cat drinks milk. "Oh my God!" he screamed. Deborah turned her head sideways to avoid his release going down her throat. She just wasn't ready to swallow any man's cum just yet. Her tongue against his cock was all that he needed, Martin felt the mighty surge leave his balls, travelling up inside his long thick shaft. "Yes … yes … yes!" was all he could manage to say as the first burst of his creamy discharge spewed from his cock and spurted skyward above Deborah's head. She quickly pulled her head and tongue away, but continued her hand's steady strokes on his cock as a second burst flew skyward. She watched, fascinated by the size of the object she held as Martin reached his ultimate satisfaction, his first release in more than a month that was not from his own hand. Deborah knelt on the floor, her chin on his knee, just watching his cock dreamily. Her hand had slowed and now stroked gently and slowly as what appeared to be the last drops of a vast amount of cum oozed out of the top of his deflating cock. Her gaze lifted up to his face, a mask of pleasure written across it with his eyes shut and his lips slightly apart, still gasping out the last strains of his pleasure. She at last withdrew her hand when she saw that his cock had slackened down to a flaccid state. 'Still most impressive!' she thought as she admired it even in its sleepy mode. 'I wonder what it would feel like driving inside of me; I guess I'll never know. That would be too big a step for me to take.' Deborah stood up, her own legs a bit shaky despite not coming herself. She smoothed her skirt down with her dry hand to again look demure, looking around to see if she could see tissues to wipe the cum off the hand that had done all the work. Martin opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Thank you so much, Deb. That was truly amazing," he told her. "All I did was masturbate you, Martin," dismissing its importance in her mind as she prepared herself for going home to face John. "That's all it may have been to you, Deb. But the soft touch of your hands, compared to my old blistered hand, and your tongue … that magic tongue, that's what got me there in the end." Deborah eventually found some tissues on top of a cupboard and she wiped away his semen, then touching her hair, feeling for sticky moisture, wondering where that first spurt went, the one that burst up and out and above her head. "Deb, I'm sorry that I intruded on your own special moment back there." She looked curiously at him, as if she didn't understand what he was saying. "I mean, when you were doing yourself with your own fingers." She turned to face him, she had hoped that he wouldn't mention that. Knowing that he had seen her doing herself while she was wanking him embarrassed her. "You were obviously turned on too … I mean, to be doing that to yourself while you were wanking me. Can I do something for you now, Deb? To help you get a release too?" "No Martin, I'm quite okay. I don't need that, I was just … just…" She didn't want to admit how turned on she was by seeing and touching such a gigantic cock. "I was just feeling the moment, it's gone now." "Okay, Deb. Tell me, are you going to tell John about what you've done for me?" he asked her. "I don't know. Seriously Martin, I just have no idea. My mind is whirling, I'm full of guilt, I should never have done this, and I feel so disloyal to the man that loves me. But on the other hand…" and her frown turned to a smile for him. "I am so very pleased that I could do something nice for you just then, to ease away some of the hurt that you've been feeling." "Deb, what you just did for me … you will never know how much better I feel. To you, it may have been just a simple act, just a quick wank for a friend, but I feel so much better after that! You know, I've been doing that for myself every night for the past month but after you doing it for me, I've never felt like I do right now." "I should hope so, I'm a real live woman compared to a hand." "You sure are! Tell John that if he's ever willing to lend you to me for complete sex, I will treat you so well … and I'll respect you too, Deb." "I am sure you would, Martin, particularly with that," and her head nodded toward his lap and his now flaccid penis. As soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. "You like the size of my cock, do you Deb?" She didn't want to go down this track and simply gave a non-committal "Ummm!" "Have you ever had one that thick, Deb? Had it in you, I mean?" "I don't want to do that comparison thing, Martin." "No Deb, I'm not talking about John, I've seen him in the showers at the golf club. I know that his is nowhere near as thick as mine is. I just meant in the past, Deb, have you ever had one like that before, when you were younger." "Damn you Martin, no … no I haven't! Never one that thick! Never one that I couldn't get my fingers around! There, are you satisfied?" "Very satisfied, thank you Deb," he answered with a smile, referring instead to his feeling of wellbeing after an enormous orgasm. Then, going back to her meaning, he added, "It will always be here for you if you ever want to experience it. I know you would enjoy it." "That's enough, Martin. I feel bad enough that we've just done what we have, now you're being disrespectful to John." She picked up her plate that had contained the meal she brought him. "I've got to go!" Martin stood and walked toward her, but she could see a kiss or some affection coming and she backed away. "Please get yourself back into life, Martin. Have a shave, wash your hair and spruce yourself up. Life does go on." She said all this at a distance as she backed toward the door. "Deb, I promise you I will do all those things, all because of what you have just done for me. Not just for the great wank, but for dinner too. Thanks Deb, and please thank John for me!" He wanted to kiss her, but saw how edgy she was about that, as he stood there with his shorts now down around his ankles and his penis hanging limply, still an impressive size in its flaccid state. 'If John wasn't such a good friend, I am certain I could have her,' he thought as she closed the door behind her. Deborah wrestled with her thoughts on the drive home. As she parked the car and walked up to her front door, she still didn't know what she was going to say to John. Chapter 2 Entering her home, Deborah checked herself in the hall mirror, looking to see if there was guilt written all over her face. She couldn't tell! "Hi honey, are you still up?" she called out. The response sounded as if it came from the kitchen, so she walked that way. "Ah, there you are," she said as she went over and gave John a kiss on the cheek. He was standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes. "How did it go?" asked John. "How did what go?" she answered nervously. "Seeing Martin, silly. Did he appreciate the dinner you took over?" John looked at her with exasperation, but Deborah read it as suspicion. Err … yes … yes, he did. He ate it all, look here's the plate." "You seem hesitant, darling, is something wrong? Was Martin okay?" No … well, that is … you were right." "Right … what was I right about, darling?" "About Martin, honey. About how he looks. You know, he was always so well groomed, so handsome. But he's … he's sort of let himself go since Mandy died. He needs a shave, his hair is dirty and uncombed. He's lost that vibrant, happy way of his." "You seem nervous, Deb … is something the matter?" "No John, it was just … just Martin. I was so surprised at how he's let himself go." "The poor bugger's doing it tough in the sex department too." "Oh really?" Deborah answered, trying to look curious and interested, but not too much. "Yeah, told me at golf last Saturday that he wanks off every night, has done every night since Amanda died. Can't stop himself, misses her dreadfully and misses the regular sex they were having." "Yes, he told me too!" It had just slipped out before she could weigh up whether her knowing that would seem be too much information for her own good. "Did he? He told you about wanking himself?" Now it was John's turn to look curious, genuinely curious. Her mind spun as she debated how much more to say. "Yes, it was odd that he said it. I think he was just trying to explain away why he had a massive hard-on when I arrived." "He did … how do you know that?" quizzed John. "He was only wearing a tee and shorts, and the shorts were tented, it was just standing straight out." "Did that turn you on, honey?" How would she answer that? Would he want to hear his lovely wife admit it? Deborah paused, not sure what to say, whether to tell him the truth. "Oh yes, I guess so, you know me, I'm always impressed by your hard-ons." "Martin's got quite a solid one, hasn't he?" his eyes studied her reaction closely as he asked. "How would you know?" Deborah answered his question with a question of her own. "I've seen him in the showers at the golf club." "What is it about you guys? Do you two go checking each other out at the golf club?" "No, why? Did he say something similar?" There was a pause while the realisation hit John. "What happened, did he ask you to compare sizes? Did he say that he'd seen mine at the club and mine was smaller than his?" "No … no, nothing like that," she responded nervously. "So what did you say to him when he told you about wanking off every night?" John was staring at her intently, watching her reaction closely. Her eyes darted, not knowing how to answer. By the time she did speak, her body language had probably given her away. "I just said … err, I said … I said that was awful for him." "You didn't offer to help him with that, did you?" "No!" she almost shouted the response, trying to be emphatic. "It would have been alright if you had, I wouldn't mind. You know, helping a good friend of ours. That would be okay with me." Deborah was stunned; she didn't know what to say. She just stared back at John disbelievingly before she eventually said, "Why … what do you mean by that?" "I just mean that Martin has lost the love of his life and you and I have been best friends with he and Amanda for four years. So, if you felt that you needed to offer him some comfort … even if it was very personal and intimate comfort … you know, at this time, then I would understand perfectly. It would not affect our loving relationship one bit." He paused. "So long as you told me about it, you know, all the details of what happened … of what you might have done for him. You know, at his time of need. Like, I'd hate to find out somewhere later on that it had happened and you hadn't told me." Deborah felt pushed into a corner. She knew she had to confess now, all of it, every salacious moment. "John…" she said very tentatively. "Yes, my darling," he responded, moving closer to her, his arms going around her, pulling her close to his body. Deborah was now tight up against him, her face against the collar of his shirt. That helped her because she didn't have to look directly into his eyes. "John, if I did help him tonight … you know, with his wanking problem … would you really be alright with that. I mean, you won't get mad at me, you know, for not asking you first." "Of course not, Deb. I just told you, I would perfectly understand if you did something intimate to help such a good friend of ours in his time of need." Deborah pulled her head back from his collar and looked up into his eyes for confirmation of his verbal reassurance. When she was satisfied with what she saw in his eyes, she spoke. "Because I did, you know?" With her body pulled tight against his, her revelation drew an immediate reaction as she felt a twitch in his groin, pressed hard up against her tummy. "I thought you might have, Deb. So just what did you do for him?" "I … I gave him a release with my hand, John. I … sort of … masturbated him with this hand." She held it up to show him like it was some kind of trophy. "How did it happen, Deb. What made you start doing it?" "Well, I took his dinner to him and I sat alongside him on the sofa. I told you how I'd noticed his erection tenting his shorts out in front. Anyway, he obviously knew that I'd seen it. I mean, the lights were on in the room, so you couldn't miss it. So he started telling me how he was having a wank every night, just because he missed the regular sex he'd been having with Mandy." "How were you feeling at this stage?" "Well, I must say I was a bit uneasy being alone with him while he was talking about wanking and sex with Mandy, and with his big thing just sticking out. Anyway, he finished eating his dinner and he was, well, he was … like just a bit emotional. I saw some tears on his cheek. He turned around to face me and he asked could I help him with something. I didn't know what he was talking about, but then I looked down and he'd opened his shorts and there it was." "Tell me Deb … tell me what you were thinking at that moment." "Well, first of all, I was shocked … you know, that he would just get it out in front of me, in front of his best friend's wife. But more shocked probably that he was asking me to help him with it." "But you knew what he meant by help him with it, didn't you?" "John, I'm not stupid. There's our friend Martin with his bloody cock out, erect as a damn stallion, pointing straight up at me. What else would I think he wanted me to do with it?" "So what did you say?" "I told him I couldn't do it. I said to him that it wouldn't be fair to you, and that I just couldn't." "Did he persist?" "Oh yes, he swore that he'd never say anything to you, that it would just be between us. He was pleading John … he must have felt so humiliated to have to beg me like that. I felt so sorry for him that my reluctance began to fade." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 01 "Surely you were just a bit impressed with the size of him too, Deb?" "I would be lying if I didn't admit that. I had never seen one quite like it. You know, he's circumcised so it's all there in front of you, all smooth, nothing hidden, and my God, he is just so thick. I couldn't get my fingers and thumb to meet around it." "So you gave in and did it for him?" "I am so sorry, John. I just feel so guilty that I've let you down, broken our marriage vows." "Deb, I've just told you it's quite okay. I don't love you any less. In fact, I probably love you a lot more for what you did for our friend." Deb pulled back to look at him squarely in the face. "I am feeling that, John." "Feeling what, darling?" "Feeling that maybe you love me more." One of her hands reached down between them and she grabbed a hold of him through his trousers. He was fully erect. "What's this all about? Are you turned on by hearing that I touched and fondled Martin's cock?" He looked at her sheepishly. "I have to admit that I am, Deb. Very turned on!" "Yes, I can feel it, you haven't been that hard in ages. What is it, are you sick or something. Does the thought of me being with our best friend do it for you?" "I'm afraid it does, Deb. I have to have you now." John suddenly spun her body around so that she was pressed up against the kitchen table, the top of her thighs pressed against the edge. Then he put his hand on her back and bent her forward so that her upper body was laying face down on the table, her breasts squashed flat. Deborah felt his hands lifting her skirt, pushing it up above her bottom, to bunch up around her waist. Then those same hands were yanking her panties down, baring her bottom as they fell around her ankles. His foot trod on the crotch of her panties and she willingly lifted one foot to free it from their hold. Then this same foot was nudging her feet apart. She sensed what he was trying to do and she complied, spreading her feet well apart, surprised but actually loving this rare display of impulsive sexual desire from her husband. She felt his two hands roaming softly over her arse cheeks, fondling her soft skin. One of his hands came around the front and traced a soft line up her slit, parting the folds of her outer lips, revealing to him some moisture there. Was it left over from her experience with Martin, or was this freshly stirred by John's sudden carnal desires? Deborah sighed contentedly. His other hand softly fondled both cheeks of her arse before one finger insinuated itself between those cheeks that were now lewdly spread apart. One finger ever so gently touched her anal ring. She had never liked being touched there, her upbringing told her it was dirty. Deborah gasped and her cheeks clenched in reaction, gripping his finger briefly. His fingers at her cunt were busy now, drawing the juices amazingly quickly from her body, then coming up to the top of her slit and uncovering her sensitive clitoris. Two fingers swirled around it and Deborah's attention was diverted from her arse, her clit reacting, all of her sensations pent up from her earlier arousal with Martin coming forward. Deborah, her upper body flat on the table, managed to turn her head half around and she whispered huskily at her husband, "Yes, do me now. I want you, John. I love you, John." She was so relieved that revealing her infidelity with Martin was bringing such a good reaction from John. The fingers at her cunt left her momentarily. She heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper sliding, then his fingers were back, separating the outer lips and then his rock hard cock nudged between her thighs and slid into her sopping slit, lapping up her juices and contributing some of its own. She was ready so quickly. His shaft made several thrusts along her slit, each one nudging her clit while in her arse, just one finger continued to gently circle her exposed anal ring. Deborah was so delirious with the sensations she was getting that she was overcoming her prior dislike of having her anus intimately touched. John knew that this could not be a marathon effort, he must tend to his wife's needs quickly before he lost it. He was just so turned on. Several more thrusts along her slit from back to front, each one culminating in his knob pausing at her clit and Deborah's breathing had quickened. She was moaning out her pleasure, unashamed to reveal how rapidly she had become aroused. At last, John pulled back far enough along her slit and adjusted his body slightly and with the aid of his fingers, his next stroke nudged inside of her. It was only the head at first and he paused there and Deborah cried out, "Oh yes, give it to me now!" Her arms reached forward and her hands gripped the edges of the table, bracing herself for his full entry. With the knob of his cock embedded, the fingers that were wet from their juices now strayed around to her bottom, pushing his dry hand away. John stroked the wet fingers around and around her anal ring while his cock held just inside her cunt. Then together in one slick movement, he slowly pushed his cock in deeper … gaining ground, sliding smoothly into her cunt while one wet finger forced itself past her sphincter and pushed inside her rectal passage to the first knuckle. Deborah screamed out with the double penetration and she clamped all her muscles tight, holding John's cock hard up inside her cunt while his finger was trapped up her arse. They held like that for a long moment, then slowly Deborah released her muscular grip and John began to withdraw his shaft right back till only his knob was inside her. Then, harder and stronger this time, the shaft of his cock drove in, filling her all the way up inside. A rhythm began and John didn't hold back, thrusting himself solidly into his wife's cunt. There was nothing subtle about his lovemaking, it was intended to bring them both to near instantaneous pleasure, and it was working. The finger he had insinuated into Deborah's arse was gentler, just wiggling a little and she loved the new sensation of that. He had been inside his wife for barely a minute when he heard and felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. She was getting to it in record time and John was relieved that she appeared to be going to make it ahead of him, because he knew that on this occasion, there was no holding him back. From the moment his cock entered her, he was driven to achieve his release. Deborah was rapidly panting and gasping now, her lower body thrusting back at her husband, meeting his inward strokes to draw maximum satisfaction from the release that she knew could only now be seconds away. John never missed a beat, the strong steady rhythm of his powerful thrusts extracting a major orgasm out of Deborah. As her body continued to be shoved hard into the table, the magical fireworks display went off throughout her whole body as waves of throbbing pleasure washed through her and her whole abdominal area spasmed around the still thrusting cock. Despite her release, John never missed a stroke and in less than twenty seconds more, he joined her as a powerful jet of semen spurted from within his shaft, coating the insides of Deborah's intimate passage. John held himself wedged up tight inside his wife while his cock continued its spasming releases into her. Her muscles again gripped him tight, holding him there for as long as he could remain rigid enough not to slip out. At last, Deborah felt his finger slowly withdrawing from her arse, then as her anal ring snapped shut behind it, she felt John's now only semi-hard cock withdrawing from her soppy cunt, the juices spilling out after him, matting her sparse pubic hair and dribbling down her thighs. John pushed himself up off her back and stood up shakily. For a moment, Deborah just lay flat on the table where she had been pinned. Then slowly, she used her hands to push herself upright, her legs also so shaky that she grabbed for a chair and sat down, facing her husband. They looked at each other and both began laughing. "Where did all that come from?" asked Deborah. "That was awesome!" "I guess … I mean, I have to admit that the thought of you being with our best friend just turned me on." "But I've never known you to be so … so…" "Such an animal," suggested John. "Yes … I suppose so. It was just like you had to have me here and now, no matter what … and nothing was going to stop you. I think that's what got to me, the overpowering nature of how much you wanted me. I could not have denied you … not that I wanted to. How can we bottle that passion?" "Send you over to Martin once a week," answered John with a laugh. "What … no way!" shot back Deborah. "No … just kidding, darling. Just kidding." There was silence between them for a while as they both continued to regather their normal breathing, then Deborah spoke. "That does appear to have been the spark, John." "What's that, Deb?" "I mean, I went over to Martin, did something I should never have done, and never have wanted to do. Then I have so much guilt that I tell you about it, and the next thing, you are having me on the kitchen table. You couldn't even wait to get me to bed." John walked over to his wife, his legs now steadier. He put an arm around her shoulder, His cock was still hanging flaccid from the open fly of his trousers and she lifted one hand and gently stroked her fingers down the top of the shaft. "I have to admit, Deb, that I was so turned on by your description of what happened and by my picturing you doing it all to him." "That sounds a bit sick, John." "No it's not, I have heard that many men … I mean, heaps of men … are turned on by either watching or having described to them, what their wives do with another man. It's not a minority thing, Deb." "Well, I think it's weird, John. Whatever happened to marriage vows?" "It's like swinging couples, Deb, they just do it to spice up their marriages. If the couples love each other, then the marriage remains strong and the casual sex with another partner just becomes another element in their lives together." "I don't know if I'd want us to go down that path, John," she told him, still stroking his cock. "It could be worth it for us if it led to the type of sex we've just had. I don't know if we have ever been that uninhibited, that intense. I mean we always do it in bed for a start." Deborah felt his cock had grown just a little, so her fingers wrapped right around his cock. 'No trouble getting my fingers and thumb to join around this one,' she thought. 'Even though he's not fully erect, I know that I can still hold him fully when he is.' "Deb, we actually didn't finish talking about your time with Martin," said John, feeling the effect that his wife's fingers were having on him. "Oh, yes we did, there was nothing else," she answered. "We only got up to where you weakened in your resolve and began to touch him." "Yes, I told you I masturbated him with my hand." "But I know what a man in that position would feel like, he would have been so horny that he would have wanted more than just your hand. Did he ask you to suck him, Deb?" "No!" she told him emphatically, then again felt guilty for not being entirely truthful. 'What if Martin told him the full story some time?' she thought. "Well, not really, he did ask and I didn't want to, so in the end, I just licked the head of it to help him finish off." She felt his cock jerk and stiffen as she made that revelation and again she was amazed at how telling him these intimate details of her time with Martin gave him such a reaction. "Did he come in your mouth?" "No, you know I don't like that. I didn't want him to, so I pulled away." "Did you like the feel of such a big cock on your tongue?" "Yes!" she answered huskily and he looked into her eyes and could see that she really did. "Did he touch you down there or offer to help you cum too?" Deborah felt uneasy at this inquisition. She was having to give up more and more information and it made her appear to be more complicit in what had, to her, been simply masturbating a friend for his benefit. By her not answering immediately, John jumped to a conclusion that wasn't correct. "He did, didn't he?" and Deborah again felt his cock jerk in her hand. It was nearly erect again. "No John, definitely not, he didn't, really!" "Okay, okay!" Feeling she needed to clarify her position more, she added, "He did ask me if I wanted him to, but I told him no. And I think that he only asked because I did get caught up in the moment and I had begun touching myself, under my panties, and I opened my eyes and he was watching me. I was so embarrassed that I stopped, and I couldn't do it any more in case he caught me again." "So that's why you were already wet when I touched you here before?" "Yes, that's why. I had been turned on, John." She knew that he wanted to hear that and the reaction in her hand confirmed it. Deborah was now holding his rigid cock, it was standing straight out horizontally and she felt moisture oozing from the tip. "My God, you are ready again, I can't believe that." "Let's go to bed, darling, I want you again!" "I'm all for that," she told him as she rose and they left the kitchen, turning off the downstairs lights as they headed up the stairs to their bedroom. John watched the movement of his wife's arse under her skirt as she climbed the stairs in front of him and he reached out and caressed her bottom. Deborah turned her head and smiled at him as she reached the top stair. She paused there, her hands unclasped the waistband of her skirt and it fell in a pool around her feet. Her blouse didn't quite cover her bare arse, her panties still left discarded on the kitchen floor. From two steps below her, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on each arse cheek. "Come on," she said and held out her hand. They hurried into the bedroom and she went straight to the bed, collapsing on her back and holding her arms out to him. John quickly dropped his trousers, then his underpants and he dropped down beside her. Although his arousal was again massive, all of it driven by her description of intimate moments with Martin, he was determined that this time their lovemaking would be longer. It was … almost an hour passed before they switched out the bedside lamp and spooned together, having both achieved another earth-shattering climax after a long period of foreplay. As they each drifted off to sleep, both were amazed at how much arousal could be evoked by such a simple act occurring between Deborah and Martin. Chapter 3 John and Deborah were very romantic and clingy with each other the next morning with lots of gentle touches and lingering kisses, although being a working day, there was no time for any further torrid sex together. As John left for work, he kissed his wife goodbye, surprising her by saying, "I'm going to call Martin today, see if he'll come over Friday night. You know, resume our dinners." "Oh John, I don't know if I'm ready to face him after what I did. It might be a bit embarrassing." "No, that's nonsense Deb. You'll be fine, see you tonight." With that, he was gone and Deborah was left with her thoughts. She recalled the two sessions of lovemaking with her husband -- one of them spread over the kitchen table - and was amazed at how deep and fulfilling they were. But she also thought of her brief intimate encounter with Martin. She was ashamed because when she pictured Martin in her mind, it was that massive tool of his that dominated her thoughts. That evening when John came home, Deborah was delighted that the newfound affection and romance in their lives was continuing. He brought her flowers and a bottle of wine, which they consumed with and after dinner. They sat together on the lounge, his arm draped around her shoulder and each with a glass in their hand. "Deb, I called Martin today and he said he'd be delighted to come for dinner." "Oh damn, you didn't." "Yes, I told you I was going to." "But I said I'd rather you wait. I'm going to be so embarrassed." "No, you'll be fine. Just be yourself, you'll be able to handle it." "I don't think I better handle it again," she said to him with a wry smile and John laughed uproariously. "It certainly hasn't done us any harm," he told her when his laughter subsided. "No and I love it … I mean how much more intimate we seem to be." "We'll have to keep stoking that fire." "What does that mean, John?" she asked, her head lifting off his shoulder to look directly into his eyes. "Maybe we need some more intimate moments between you and Martin to spark our fires." "No … no we don't! I'm quite happy with just you and me." She paused, still looking at him. "What are you up to, are you planning something … something that I may not like?" "No, just inviting our old friend to resume our Friday night dinners … that's all, Deb." "What was said on the phone today, John? Did you or he mention my being over there with him?" "Well, I didn't bring it up … he just said that you and he had a great time last night, and he thanked me for sending you over with dinner." "And that was all?" "Oh, he said something about you being over there with him had inspired him to move on with his life, and he was now going to put Amanda in the past. He was very complimentary, credited you with putting his life back on track." "Wow, that's great!" "Yeah, all from one five minute wank. You're damn good." She playfully punched her husband on the arm. "He didn't say that?" she queried. "No, I put that bit in." When they went to bed that evening, they again made love for nearly an hour. John gave her a pounding climax by going down on her, then he allowed her some time to come back down from that before he gave her another while they enjoyed a long intercourse. The next morning was Friday, the mood was, once again, intimate and romantic over breakfast. Just as John prepared to leave, he told her, "I might have to go out tonight, Deb, leave you to entertain Martin on your own. That'll be alright, won't it?" "What … what are you saying? No, it won't be. If you can't be here, you'll have to cancel Martin. I don't want to be alone in the house with him." "But it will be a chance to see his big cock again, Deb. Maybe even feel it inside you." "What … have you gone stark raving mad? What are you suggesting?" "Deb, let's face it. You did seem to enjoy wanking and licking him the other night. Remember, you said you were even touching yourself, so you were obviously turned on by it all. And look at what it has done for our love life, we can't keep away from each other, but the memory of that one wank won't last forever. We need something else between you and Martin to inspire our own sex life." "I don't think we do," said Deborah, calming down just a bit. "John, really I don't want to be alone in this house with him tonight." "Well darling, actually you won't be. I'm only going to tell him that I'm going out. I thought that I'd set up inside our wardrobe, leave the door open just a crack so I can watch you two do it." "What?" She was angry again, incredulous really. "You must be crazy, I couldn't do it with him, knowing you were watching me." "Yes you could, and you will, darling. What could be better than you telling me what you two did? For me to actually see it, watch and hear every moan, every groan, hear and see every time you come. Watch you worship his big cock, see the first time you take it up inside you. Then, when he goes home, you and I can re-live it all over and over again. We could probably go on till dawn. It's Saturday tomorrow, I've cancelled my golf game, so we can sleep until lunchtime, then wake up and do it again all afternoon." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 01 "I can't believe that you've planned something like this. How long have you been working on this?" "Only since you took Martin into your own hands. Deb, you've created this, by choosing to bring Martin into our marriage." "That is most unfair, John. You know why I did it. I told you how guilty I felt by doing it. Now you're trying to turn it back on me, make it look like I started it." "Darling, I just know that you and I have never felt such intense love since you wanked Martin two nights ago. We weren't even this close when we got married. Your being with Martin has made us both want each other more. It's obvious that the size of his cock impressed you, got you interested in something more, you can't deny it. I just think that if you can take this next step - no more after that - just have one big night feeling him fucking you and having me watch it. Well, these new intense feelings between us will just go on and on." She did seem to waiver slightly. "John, I don't know. I'm afraid we're messing with something dangerous. I don't want it to break us up." "It won't Deb, I can promise you that." "I'll think about it, that's all I'll promise, John. I will think about it. It's probably all I'll think about all day, it would be such a big step." "That's great, darling. Have a good day, I'll see you tonight. I'm gonna come home early, a bit after five. Martin's due at seven, so I'll run you a good hot bath and I want to lay out a nice outfit for you, something that will really turn him on." "I haven't said yes, John." "I know, not yet. Bye Deb, see you tonight," he kissed her and was gone. Deborah was right, she thought of nothing else all day as she wrestled with her conscience. Should she or shouldn't she? She had to admit that she was greatly impressed with Martin's magnificent 7 inches, although it was the width more than the length that appealed to her. She figured that after a session with Martin, she would know that she'd been well fucked, having had that monstrous thing of his up inside her. But could she handle her husband watching every moment of her intimacy with Martin? Telling him about it was one thing, but having him see it all, watching her having sexual pleasure with another man was something else again. 'What am I going to do?' she pondered. She had girlfriends, but none that she would feel comfortable discussing this option with. Ironically, she would have been able to talk to Amanda about this. She presumed that Amanda being so sexual would probably have approved. To be continued. I hope that you like my first writing effort and will vote for this story. Look for Part 2 coming within the next week on Literotica Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 02 You really need to read Part 1 to appreciate how this story unfolds. But in summary, devastated by the sudden death of his wife, Martin's life unravels. His best friend John sends his wife Deborah around with dinner and willing hands to bring some relief to Martin. While Deborah feels guilty for masturbating Martin, the revelation is a huge turn-on for John and their sex life is rejuvenated. But John now wants to push his wife's relationship with Martin to a new level… Chapter 4 When John walked in the door at 5.30, Deborah still hadn't reached a decision and she told him so immediately. "That's okay, Deb. You don't have to make up your mind until Martin arrives." "But won't you have to tell him that you're going out if I decide to do it?" "No, I've already told him." "What? But I didn't agree yet." "Doesn't matter. I called him today, told him that I was sorry but a meeting had come up, but I insisted that he should still come over." "What did he say?" "Said he'd still love to come. Said something about how he'd rather see you than me anyway." "But what if I say no now?" "No problem. If you decide that you really don't want to do it, I'll just tell him when he gets here that the meeting got cancelled. The three of us will just have a normal night together. I'm not putting any pressure on you, Deb. You have to want to do it too. I'll just tell you that I'd very much like this to happen and I have no doubts about it. I think it will be a great turn-on for us. But it's your call. I'm going to run your bath for you now, then I'm going to lay out two complete outfits for you on the bed, right down to underwear and all. I bought a little dress for you today." "Really, how did you know my size?" "I checked the labels on some of your other clothes, I think it will fit, although there's not a lot of it." Deborah looked across at the lounge and saw the box for the first time. She started toward it. "No Deb, not yet. You can't see it until after your bath. I'll leave the two outfits on the bed. The new one is to turn Martin on if I go out. The older outfit is just something I've grabbed from your wardrobe and is to wear if I stay home and the three of us have dinner together. It's pretty demure. I don't want you to tell me your decision … I will know when I see what outfit you're wearing, and I don't want you to come downstairs until after Martin gets here." "You really have thought this out, haven't you?" John nodded, then stepped forward, took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. As he held her close, she could feel that he already had a major erection. 'Will that influence my decision?' she thought. "I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'm leaving one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in the shadows." Her doubts returned as she listened to his planning. This seemed to her like very deviant behaviour, and she would be so embarrassed if Martin caught him watching them. Deborah decided that she would have to use her time while soaking in the bath to think it all through again. Deborah poured herself a stiff drink and began preparing dinner while John ran her a hot bath. When it was ready, he called down to her from the top of the stairs. "Deb, your bath is ready. I'll come down and take over cooking the dinner, okay?" It was nearly 6pm by the time Deborah stripped off and lowered her excellent trim body into the steaming bath. 'Time to reflect and anticipate,' she told herself as her mind rattled through all of the possible consequences of what John had planned for her. She couldn't be more undecided. The water lapped at her neck as she soaked in the deep bath and inevitably as her thoughts rummaged through the sexual potential of this evening, her hands wandered down over body and her thighs parted slightly. The fingers on one hand separated the folds of her cunt lips while the other hand took the soap deep down into the water and lathered it lightly against her budding clitoris. Deborah emitted whimpering sighs of satisfaction as her hand holding the soap worked up a rhythm against her clit. Her pelvis began to buck and it took all of her restraint to call a halt to the activity. 'If I go ahead with this, I want to be keenly aroused, not drowsy from an earlier climax,' she told herself as the reason for stopping. 'Of course, if I don't go ahead with it and the three of us sit around all evening, I'll be disappointed that I didn't take the chance to get off when I had it.' So now, Deborah just contented herself in the steaming hot bath, alone with her confused thoughts … erotic thoughts, much of which centred on an image of Martin's enormous erection. She could see it clearly despite her closed eyes. She had nearly drifted off to sleep when she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. 'Damn, he must be early,' she thought as she checked the clock on the vanity table … 6.45pm. 'I'll have to get out now,' she realised as she gave her body a quick soap to be sparkling clean, spending extra time on and around her mound and in the cleavage of her arse. She rose and stood drying herself as the bath water drained from the tub. She checked her body out in the vanity mirror. 'Not too bad,' she thought as she admired the fact that she curved generously in all the right places. 36-inch bust, with perfectly shaped breasts that arced into a peak at her turgid nipples, already somewhat aroused by the hot water or her own caresses. The underside curved perfectly down from the nipples, sitting pert. She carried no fat on her narrow waist. From there, her body flared out to her hips. In front, her pubic region displayed just a light thatch of sparse hair, neatly trimmed to follow the line of her slit. She turned her body halfway around, trying to check out her arse and smiled to herself, content that it would pass any male inspection, no matter how up close and personal. She seemed to have become more aware of her arse as a sexual attraction, particularly after John's finger had intruded beyond her anal ring two nights ago. Her body was now dry and Deborah moved to the vanity, picking up the bottle of perfume. She tipped a little on her finger and lifted one leg onto the stool, dabbing the scent from her finger on the stretch of skin on both sides of her outer lips. She applied a touch more in the region between her breasts and reached behind her and wiped a smidgen between the cheeks of her arse. The aroma was light and wouldn't overpower the recipient. That done, Deborah moved to the bed she shared with John and saw that he truly had laid out two completely separate outfits for her. 'Decision time,' she thought. 'What will it be? I still have no idea which way to go!' She surveyed the choices John had picked out. The new outfit stood out, mainly because it was red, and indeed there wasn't much of it. The top was a halter design with a thin strip of the bright red material going around the back of the neck. It was completely backless to the waist. The front wasn't much better with the two sections of material barely wider than her breasts, intended to cover them, but only if she stood or sat completely upright. Otherwise, any forward movement of her upper body would expose most of her breasts from either side. Indeed, not just from the sides because in the front, the gap between the two strands of material was in the form of a vee, dipping almost to her waist before joining up. The material was a very silky satin and holding it up in front of her body, Deborah decided that it would stop at least 4 inches above her knees. Partnering the new dress was a black garter belt and sheer black stockings with a red G-string thong. 'Not much of that either,' she thought. 'Obviously, no bra to be worn with this outfit.' She turned her attention to the alternate outfit and the contrast couldn't have been greater. Knee-length, a deep blue dress with long sleeves and no gaps to reveal any form of cleavage. Alongside that, John had left one of her standard bras and a pair of cotton waist high panties and a pair of pantiehose. On the bed between the two outfits was a handwritten note that read 'No Substitutes'. The exceptionally revealing nature of the new red outfit that John had picked out today almost made her decision for her. 'I don't want to flaunt myself in front of Martin, I'd rather be subtle about it. I don't want to look like a tart. Still, I'll take the time to try each one on before I make my final decision.' Standing there totally nude, Deborah was startled by the bedroom door opening. She looked up, surprised. "Sorry darling, it's only me, just making sure you're okay. Err … Martin's here, you would never know him after the way he's looked the last few weeks … the way you would have seen him on Wednesday night. You have obviously done wonders for him. He's had a haircut, clean-shaven, new suit. Deb, he looks a million bucks. Will you be long?" "No, I'm on my way now, John." He leaned forward and gave his wife a tender kiss on the lips, whispering to her, "I love you," then paused to give her an affectionate smile. John lingered for a moment longer, his eyes roaming, admiring her naked body, then he retreated and closed the door without another word. Deborah never even tried on the blue outfit, those few words from her husband about how well Martin looked, and the loving look in John's eyes had made up her mind on a decision that she had agonised with all day. She wrapped the thin black garter belt around herself and attached the hooks, straightening it for the suspenders to hang limply down each thigh, front and back. Then she sat to draw the sheer black nylon stockings up high and attached them to the suspenders. She stepped into the new red thong and drew it up her long legs, pulling the band up tight until the thin strand disappeared into the crack of her arse, the material at the front barely covering her pubic mound. Deborah slipped the red dress on and fiddled with the material, trying to spread the two sections wide enough to cover her breasts without embarrassment. She watched herself in the mirror as she made all sorts of manoeuvres with her body to see how much could be seen when she leaned forward. 'Damn, it reveals everything,' she said to herself. 'My tits will be totally on show if I bend forward.' She slipped on some high heel shoes and checked herself out in the mirror. 'Not half bad,' she thought. 'I think that I might carry it off. I feel that I look more sexy than tarty, and that's a good thing.' Deborah was ready and she drained the last of the drink she had started an hour earlier and stepped out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs, remembering to walk quite upright to stretch the dress material so it displayed her breast contour in the best light. She looked down the steps and saw that the two men were standing at the foot of the stairs. John had positioned himself so that for now, only he could see Deborah, Martin had his back to the stairs. When John saw that his wife had chosen the sexy new red dress, his face lit up and he felt his erect cock jerk with anticipation. Martin saw his friend's face spread into a huge grin and he turned to see what had sparked his interest. Looking up, he caught sight of Deborah coming down the stairs, she was a vision in red. He was startled, he had never seen her looking quite so glamorous. Each step she took, her leg pushed the silky dress forward and he saw a flash of thigh. He too felt a surge in his pants as his cock reacted to the vision approaching. "Deb, you look truly amazing," said Martin as he stepped forward and took Deborah's hand as she reached the last step. "I love the dress, you look a million bucks in that." "Thank you Martin, it's good to see you again," she said, remembering to keep her frame upright. 'No free peeps too early in the night,' she thought. John moved to the other side of Deborah and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You do look really special tonight, I am sure that Martin will appreciate you dressing up for dinner." "Well honey, when you told me that he had shaved and cleaned up and was wearing a suit, I figured that I had to dress up too." Turning again to Martin, she added, "You do look handsome again, Martin. I was so distressed to see how you looked the other night." "I owe it all to you, Deb. Your words and your warmth inspired me. I had to get myself right because you told me to." "Thank you," responded Deborah with a warm smile and her other hand raised up to softly touch Martin's cheek. "I'll leave you two for a minute, I've just got to check the dinner," said John as he departed for the kitchen. Martin still held Deborah's hand and together they strolled into the living room. It felt odd to Deborah, but she didn't try to withdraw it until she reached the liquor cabinet. "Excuse me while I get myself a drink. Martin, can I get you another of whatever that is?" "Just a Perrier thanks Deb," said Martin and Deborah looked at him, surprised. "Perrier water, what's with you?" she asked as she poured herself Vodka straight up. "I'm cleaning up my act, Deb. You will never realise what a powerful effect you had on me on Wednesday night." "Oh, Wednesday night again! Martin, can we not talk about that, I'm just a bit embarrassed about what I did." "Don't be," said Martin, moving closer than Deborah would have liked with John next door in the kitchen. "You were fabulous, in more ways than one. As well as making me feel tremendous, you know, inside … your words made me realise that I had to pull myself together. So I went out yesterday, had a haircut and a shave, bought this new suit, and I feel a lot better for it." "That's great, Martin. I'm pleased that I could help you." She walked over to the lounge chairs and perched on an arm, not wanting to slump into one and have the dress separate in front. Martin followed, again standing very close to her. "So John tells me he has a meeting to go to, looks like we're going to be alone, just the two of us." Deborah felt just a bit uneasy. Martin was in her space and John was so close by in the kitchen. "Guess we'll have to play Scrabble … you know, to pass the time," she said wickedly. "What?" Martin looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, sorry, you're joking." She gave him a cheeky wink and was relieved when John appeared in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of them sat down at the dining table and John began carving the roast. Deborah jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates. It was an enjoyable meal, the food that John had cooked was good, the wine flowed, but Deborah noticed that Martin drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. She drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. John was as always the expert conversationalist, keeping the talk flowing throughout. When they had all finished, John pushed back his chair and announced, "I'm going to have to get a move on if I'm to make this meeting. Martin, I am sorry again that I have to leave you when you are here as my guest. But my very beautiful better half is going to do her best to entertain you tonight. I don't know what she has in mind, but I am certain that you will enjoy yourself." Deborah blushed the same colour as her dress as Martin responded. "Just looking at her in that dress is entertainment for me. John, what time do you think you'll be home?" "Definitely not before midnight!" said John quite pointedly. "That's great," said Martin enthusiastically before adding "I mean, we will miss you, but maybe we three can have a nightcap when you get in." "Yes, I would like that very much," said John. "Excuse me, I must get ready. I'll pop in and say goodnight before I leave." Deborah again felt a bit awkward with just the two of them in the dining room together. She rose from her chair and moved around the table to collect Martin's plate. That put her alongside his chair and as she bent forward to pick up the plate, he could glimpse her full left breast side on in profile, barely contained by the silky material. Only the tip of her breast and the already erect nipple was obscured. Deborah tried to bring her left arm forward to block his view, but he pushed it behind them and his head came forward to the side of her body and he planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin of the side of her breast. She jumped, surprised. Then she felt his hand touching the back of one knee and quickly sliding up the back of her thigh. "Don't Martin, please." Deborah tried to pull away, but his hand was firm, holding onto the back of one leg under her dress, just above the stocking top. "Deb, I want you so badly. I can't tell you what happened to me when I saw you dressed like that. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and here you are, you've been under my nose the whole time. I never knew." "Martin, John's still in the house, he could come back any minute." "It's okay, Deb. I'll bet he knows what's going to happen in this house tonight." "What do you mean he knows?" Deborah looked at him, alarmed. "You, dressing like that and him having to go out for the night. And me having told him how horny I've been lately. He'd have to know that I'd make a move on you when you look a living, breathing sex goddess. I guess he's okay about it or he wouldn't go out and leave us." Deborah was relieved. For a minute, she wondered if Martin knew all about John's plan, but his answer didn't seem to indicate it. She hadn't moved from the spot, standing alongside the seated Martin, although she probably could have. His hand moved up, lifting the back of her dress with it, and gently passed across the bare cheeks of her arse and he again kissed the side of her breast, this time lingeringly. Unbeknown to the pair, John had not gone upstairs to get ready to go out. He simply went out the dining room door, stepped deeper into the shadows of the hallway and watched his wife and his best friend. He didn't have to wait long as Deborah began to clear the plates away. John watched, aroused, as Martin slipped his hand up under the back of Deborah's dress and now he could see that the hand was obviously on her arse. John couldn't see the hand, but he could see the dress bulging around that hand as it fondled his wife's arse. It turned John on to see Martin's soft kiss on the rounded side of Deborah's breast through the big gap that the dress provided. Deborah's head kept turning nervously toward the doorway as Martin's hand fondled her arse cheeks under her dress and his lips sucked on the smooth rounded side of her breast. "No panties, I like that!" his voice mumbled against the soft skin of her breast. "I'm wearing a thong," she whispered back and she felt his finger delve in between her arse cheeks to confirm the thin band of lace that barely covered her anus. While the lacy material prevented his finger from actually touching her sensitive anal ring, she felt the skin of his finger rubbing against the inner cheeks of her arse and her whole body shivered. John coughed from the darkened hallway and Martin just got his hand away from Deborah's arse before John re-entered the dining room. "Well, I'll be off, be good you two." Deborah pulled away from the table and turned to greet John, but her face revealed her guilt. "Have a nice time, John. Hope the meeting's not too boring," she told her husband. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 02 "Yes John, hope it goes well, " said Martin, adding "What time did you say you'd be back?" "Not before midnight … at the earliest," replied John. "If you're still here, we'll have a drink. Meanwhile, keep Deb entertained. What do you two think you might do?" teased John. "I think I might put a movie on," volunteered Deborah, trying to sound innocent. "After we have some dessert." "That sounds good," said Martin, but not very convincingly. John leaned forward and gave his wife quite a passionate open-mouthed kiss with just a bit of tongue. Martin said nothing, just watched approvingly. When the kiss broke, John slapped his hand into Mike's, gave it a very firm shake and headed for his front door. Deborah followed him and John gave her another quick kiss at the door. Martin had stayed seated at the table, so John's mouth lingered beside Deborah's ear after the kiss. "Give me at least 20 minutes before you start anything. It will take me that long to drive down the block and park the car, double back and come up the ladder. I've got it propped by our bedroom window. And don't let him do anything down here, save it all for our bedroom, okay?" "Okay!" she agreed, "but I'm so nervous." "You'll be great, I know you'll enjoy it and I will too. Just be yourself, do whatever you want and remember that I love you dearly." The next moment, her husband was gone. She closed and locked the front door, turned and leaned back against the closed door. 'I cannot believe what I am about to do … and with my husband watching. What on earth has happened to our marriage?' Deborah walked back into the dining room and Martin had left the table. He was nowhere to be seen. She cleared the plates and carried them to the kitchen. A moment later, he reappeared, coming from the living room at the front of the house. "I was just checking out the window, making sure that John has really gone. After Wednesday night, this all seems too good to be true." Martin stepped straight up to Deborah, who was standing at the sink still scraping dishes. He wrapped his arms around her. She quickly slipped out of his grasp and took two steps back. "I think that I need to spell out some ground rules here. Martin, don't go jumping to any conclusions, and certainly don't just assume because we're here alone that sex is happening here tonight." Martin was stunned, he had assumed all of that, and more. He reached for her again, but she took another step back and held her hand up toward his chest. "Martin, I felt very sorry for you on Wednesday night, for all you'd been through since losing Mandy. I never intended for any of that to happen when I brought dinner over. You got me at a very weak moment and I was very disturbed by how you looked and by what you had been through." "I'm sorry Deb, I guess that I just picked up on a few signs tonight and thought that we would continue where we left off on Wednesday. Like John inviting me over, then telling me that he's got to go to a meeting for 5 hours or more, then you appearing as a vision in that come-and-take-me dress … and then watching you putting drinks away like you're building up some courage to take a big step." "Martin, I can see how all of that might look the way you think. I'm just trying to say to you … something could well happen between us tonight, but I am extremely nervous and very unsure of what I want. Can I just give you some advice … there is more chance of it happening if you are more like you were on Wednesday night. I really don't like the super confident Martin, putting his hands all over me and that smirk on your face that says I'm going to fuck my friend's wife." He backed up a few steps and leaned against the kitchen table, the same table that had held Deborah while John drove his cock into her two nights ago. "Sorry Deb, I get your message … loud and clear." "Thanks Martin," she said as she walked past him to retrieve some more dishes from the dining room. She gave him a light peck on the cheek as she walked past but he resisted the urge to touch her. Martin stayed where he was in the kitchen as Deborah completely cleared the dining room table, quickly washed up a few items, then turned, drying her hands. It was only ten minutes since John had left. 'Too soon to go upstairs,' she thought. 'But at least my little speech gave me some time for John to get into position. At the speed things were happening, Martin would have had me upstairs in 2 minutes.' "Let's sit in the front room, I think I need just one more drink" she told Martin and he moved to follow her, enjoying watching the natural sway of her arse as she moved into the living room and sat herself down in a single chair. He poured her a fresh glass of wine and handed it to her before sitting in the single chair opposite her. His gaze lingered on the amount of leg showing. "You're not having one," she asked as she sipped her wine. "No, I think I've given it too much of a nudge lately," he told her. "So is that the only reason you're not drinking, that you've cleaned up your act?" "Well to be truthful, alcohol doesn't agree with male arousal," he told her with a slight smile, but still nervous about her reaction after her rebuff in the kitchen. "I thought that may be the real reason. Thank you, I respect your honesty, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness." "Did I tell you how much I enjoyed what you did for me on Wednesday night?" "You did, but I feel better talking about it now that John's gone. You can tell me some more. Did you have a haircut and a shave and buy a new suit just because your best friend's wife took your large penis in her hand and tugged on it until you came?" Martin was confused, this beautiful woman's mixed signals were keeping him off balance. "Not just because you tugged on it, Deb. I loved the way you licked it too. Would you do that again for me?" "I could, if that's what you really wanted." "I also loved the way that you were turned on by touching my cock. I saw the reaction in your face when you touched yourself." Deborah blushed. "You weren't supposed to see me doing that." "I'm glad I did, it revealed some of your sexuality, you keep it hidden, you know. Tell me Deb, did you like touching my cock?" She closed her eyes, picturing it and nodded with a slight smile. "I know it's very unfair of me to make comparisons and I really don't know if I would like one as thick as yours. But your penis is awesome, I have never seen one like it before." "You can call it a cock, you know?" "Would you prefer I call your large penis a big cock, would you Martin?" she said, kicking her high heels off and tucking both legs up under her. The movement caused her thighs to part and his eyes strained to see more of her in the darkness under her skimpy dress. "Are you looking for something, Martin?" "Yes Deb, I want to see more of you," he said as he rose from his chair. Deborah could see the tenting of his pants now, caused by that large erection that she had held and played with just two nights ago. "Don't rush Martin, there's plenty of time. I want to finish my glass of wine and then we'll see what happens," she said, her hand coming up again as a stop signal. He stayed still, right where he had risen from the chair. "It seems like that was a good move … I mean, you not having a drink," she said, staring at and nodding toward his tented trousers. "Yes, it feels particularly big tonight, it's even a bit uncomfortable, Deb," he told her as his hand dropped and pulled at his trousers, trying to adjust the position of his cock in the cramped pants. "Is it caught up in your underpants, Martin?" "Yes!" he said almost in a whisper. "Do you want to free it Martin? I don't mind if you want to give it some air. Its not like I haven't seen it before, is it?" "No, its not, Deb! Err … if you don't mind, I will get it out," he said as he fumbled with his zipper, lowering it and reaching in with one hand and gently pulling out his erect cock, carefully avoiding the metal edges of the zip. The couple were just six feet apart. With Deborah still sitting and Martin standing, she was almost at eye level with the bulge in his trousers. Deborah's eyes widened as she saw his proud thick erection, standing straight out from his body, his fingers lightly wrapped around its base. All of the memories of seeing it and touching it for the first time on Wednesday came flooding back to her and she smiled broadly. She stood up and paused where she stood, just a little unsteady on her feet, her eyes looking up and away from his cock to lock onto his eyes. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and sipped, her eyes never leaving his. Then her free hand slowly dropped to the front hem of her dress and grasped a portion from in front of her right leg. Holding that, her hand took it across and clutched more of her hem from in front of her left leg, then ever so slowly, she raised the bottom of her dress. He wanted to maintain their eye-lock, but he had to look down. Her hand lifted the dress toward the tops of her thighs, revealing for the first time to his intense gaze, the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the suspenders that held them in position and stretched up under the dress. Her hand kept rising and at last he could see the tiny red g-string that barely covered her mound. Her wrist now held the bunched material from the front of her dress against her trim belly, freeing up two of her fingers that delved into the top of the g-string and began foraging around behind the material. Deborah rummaged her fingers around under her G-string and then withdrew them. Her other hand again brought the glass to her lips and she gulped down the last of the wine. She placed the glass down and stepped toward him, closing the gap between them and held out the hand that she had just pulled from out of her g-string, placing her fingers right under his nose. "I recall that you liked doing this the other night." Martin inhaled the musky aroma from her cunt and again parted his lips. This time, it was she who shoved her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them vigorously, tasting the juices of her cunt. "Martin, I need to tell you something very important. I have at last made up my mind, I know what I want and I'm sure I know what you want, and I think they are similar. Will you come with me now." Martin never said a word, just took her hand from his mouth and held it as she led the way, a step ahead of him. As he climbed the stairs two steps behind her, he watched the lithe and subtle movement of her arse cheeks covered by her flimsy red dress and he reached down to stroke his still exposed organ. "Where are we going?" he asked. "I'm taking you to my bed, I saw what I need and I want it now!" she said, squeezing his hand, the only physical contact between them. Chapter 5 John had been in position for several minutes, he had been wondering what was taking them so long, desperately hoping that they hadn't started downstairs out of his sight. He had placed a comfortable chair inside the walk-in wardrobe and left the sliding door slightly ajar. He had a large bottle of water from which to drink and an equally large empty bottle in case he needed to take a piss before the show was over. As his wife led his best friend into their bedroom, John eased further back into the shadows, fearful that he might be seen. But by this time Martin had only one thing on his mind. John had left off the overhead light and he had strategically placed the two bedside lamps so that they softly lit the Queen sized bed. He had turned the sheets down. From his vantage point, the foot of the bed was closest to him, just four feet from the wardrobe door. Deborah led Martin right up to the side of the bed and then turned, the backs of her legs against the bed. John liked the way she led him in, like she was in charge. When he had left them downstairs, it had looked like Martin was the one full of confidence and ready to jump on her. John wondered how his wife had turned the situation around, he made a mental note to ask her when they were in bed together in about six hours, reviewing the night. Martin stepped up close to Deborah, but not touching her. Watching them in profile, John could see that Martin already had his extended cock out and was disappointed that he had missed the unveiling. But he realised that his wife had already seen it on Wednesday night so its size would not have surprised her. Deborah placed both hands up on Martin's shoulders and her hands wrapped around behind his neck, pulling his face toward her. She turned her head slightly and their lips locked, his tongue immediately brushing her closed lips and forcing her to part them. Martin's tongue claimed her mouth and brushed her tongue on all sides before she pushed her own back to engage him. From his hiding place behind the wardrobe door, John heard her whimper. Now Martin's arms went around Deborah's waist and pulled her into him, his erection flattening between their bodies awkwardly. John had had a partial erection for the past hour. But seeing for the first time his scantily clad, loving wife engaged in a passionate embrace with his best friend beside their marriage bed, triggered an instant surge of blood and his cock sprang to attention. John was forced to reach down and unzip, quietly releasing his own trapped organ. Meanwhile, moans and groans of ecstasy had begun to come from the couple by the bed and Martin's hands dropped to hold an arse cheek in each, pulling her belly tightly against his groin and his large protrusion. One of her hands roamed across his head, tousling his hair, holding his head to hers while their lips locked in an open-mouthed tongue wrestle. Her other hand dropped to wrap around his arse, trying to pull him closer to her. Martin's hands now dropped to the back hem of her skimpy dress and dragged it up over the back of her thighs, It was now John's chance to see the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the attached suspenders. Pulling her skirt even higher, Martin's hands unknowingly revealed to John the perfectly shaped curve of her arse in profile. From this side-on angle, John wouldn't even know if she still wore the G-string … he couldn't see the thin strand of material wedged deep between her arse cheeks. The hands tugged the dress up into a bunch at her waist and while one hand held it there, his other hand dropped down and made a feather-like sweep across both cheeks, sending a thrilling shiver through Deborah's whole body. Up above, the passionate kiss had moved to Deborah's neck and she was moaning non-stop as Martin's lips licked and sucked all over both sides of her neck. 'I'm going to have love bites, I haven't had love bites for years,' thought Deborah. The hand Deborah had on Martin's head pulled on his hair, tugging him back from her neck so that she could see his face as she spoke to him. "Would you like me to wank you again, Martin? Is that why you've come into my bedroom?" Both Martin and John were aghast. Martin pulled back his head to stare into Deborah's eyes. Neither man could believe that she was talking, asking questions. A moment ago, she appeared to be lost in the throes of passion. "I want us to move to the next stage, Deb." "You better tell me what that is, Martin. What's the next stage? I'll bet that involves your big cock in some way?" John couldn't believe she was asking Martin to talk about what he was going to do to her. It was amazing and something he hadn't heard her do before. Maybe she had added this new element because she knew her husband was watching her. Whatever it was, John liked it and it caused him to drop his hand to his own erect cock and start stroking himself. Martin was answering Deborah. "I want my big cock inside you, Deb. I know you've never had anything this big in you before, but I'm sure that you want it too." She stared back at him without answering, just looking at his eyes, his nose, his parted mouth and a straight line of white teeth. Suddenly, her own mouth came forward and seized his neck between her lips, sucking and licking and biting as he had been doing to her. Then she pulled back again and said to him, "Yes, I want that Martin … I want to feel that big cock of yours pushing into me, opening me up like I've never been opened before. But I need you to promise me that you'll do it slowly, Martin, real slowly. I don't want that big thing of yours to hurt me. Can you do that, Martin? Can you hold back enough to do it to me slowly? Or can't you wait? Will you have to have me in a hurry? What's going to happen, Martin?" John loved this new side of his wife … she was teasing Martin with her words. Teasing him too! Deborah's breathy voice and her words were driving Martin crazy. His mouth found hers again and he silenced her seductive words, driving his tongue into her mouth to clash with hers as their bodies ground together. Suddenly, he broke from the kiss and he pushed her so that she fell back onto the bed, her knees at the edge so that her feet were still planted on the floor. Her dress was still caught up under her, the full length of her thighs in the sexy black stockings exposed. His hands went straight to her hips and grasped the G-string, snatching it down over her thighs, pulling the thin band of the thong from the clamp of her arse cheeks, exposing her mound to him, the light wispy pubic hair lightly covering her delicate slit. He pushed the skimpy garment down to her ankles and dragged it from her feet. Then he pushed her legs well apart as he kneeled at the side of the bed. His face came forward and to Deborah's surprise, his tongue stretched out and licked her feminine slit, its tip forcing her outer labia lips to part. "Ohhh!" she gasped as she felt his warm tongue and his hot breath on her exposed mound and her hands again darted to the back of his head to control his movements. Martin pushed his tongue up between her labia lips, bottom to top, in a series of sensitive stokes that stirred up intense feelings within Deborah's body. "Yes … ohhh … yes Martin … right there!" she urged as her body shuffled around under his probing tongue that was touching all the right places. Her breathing quickened. 'My God, he hasn't even reached my clit yet,' she thought to herself as she pushed her mound up into his face, trying to get that magical tongue to connect with her budding clitoris. "Ohhh!" she screamed out loud, startling John in his hiding place. She uttered another "ohhhh!" and John knew that Martin must have got that tongue of his on Deborah's clit. They were side-on to John as Martin's face was buried in Deborah's mound. John could also watch in profile as Martin knelt by the bed, that massive thick erection bobbing around in mid air, an erection that was shortly destined to stretch John's wife's cunt deeper and wider than it had ever been stretched. Martin could not believe how quickly Deborah had responded to his lapping tongue. She appeared to already be in the throes of a looming orgasm as her rapid breathing laboured and her body heaved under his face on the edge of the bed. 'Here she comes!' thought Martin as the telltale signs of her quickened gasps of breath forecast a thundering release. Deborah's hands now gripped his head tightly behind the ears and pulled his face hard against her mound as the shuddering spasms started from deep within her body and a raging orgasm completely took over, blocking out all other thoughts. Her ravaged body bounced on the bed and Martin stilled his tongue against her spread cunt lips to allow her to draw the most from this pounding release. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 02 From his spot in the darkened wardrobe, John had already lost it and his fist pounded his erection, striving to release his own pent-up tension as he watched his friend giving his wife the ultimate sexual satisfaction. It was nearly two minutes before Deborah's breathing steadied and the spasms in her abdomen stopped. At last, her eyes opened. She looked up at Martin through slitted lids and her face broke into a smile. He had by now pulled away from her intimate treasure spot and, still kneeling by the bed, his face hovered above her waist. His eyes admiring her perfect breasts and her lovely face beyond, he smiled back at her. "Like that?" he asked. "Loved it!" she replied warmly. "Where did you learn to do that with your tongue? That was the best ever," she told him eagerly before remembering that John was watching and listening. She wished that she could take those words back. "I must admit that Mandy taught me everything I know. She was a non-stop sexual being, could never get enough." "Yes, from what she told me over the years, I had that impression." "Did she ever talk about me?" "Well, I guess she did. Because she liked to tell me about sex, and what she did and how she had experimented over the years. I guess that some of the things that John and I have done we learnt from things that Mandy told me." "That's good! So nothing I want to do with you will upset you then." "I didn't say that. We didn't try everything she suggested. Some things she told me put me off." "Okay, well just tell me if anything I do upsets you, okay?" "It's a deal! My God, I can't believe how good I feel after that. But you didn't come, so I guess that big moment is near." "What big moment … me coming?" "No silly, that big moment when you try to get that big cock of yours into me. I have to admit that I'm very nervous about that. Is it going to hurt? Have you ever done it to a woman and she couldn't take it in and you had to give up?" "No, never! Deb, I'll be very patient with you. I'll make sure that you're very wet and I'll go so very slowly, just a bit at a time until you're ready to go on. We can do this together." "That sounds wonderful, Martin. I don't think that we have to worry about wet, I feel so soaked down there," she said, slipping her fingers down through her exposed cunt and then offering them up again for his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked in her taste and aroma and she giggled. Martin rose off his knees and as he stood by the bed, his massive cock again came into her view. "Ummmm!" she mouthed approvingly. "I hope I like having it inside me, I want it so badly." He took her hands and pulled her up to a standing position beside the bed and she ducked her head down when she saw that he wanted to lift the circle of cloth of her dress from around her neck. He did so, dropping it to her waist, baring her whole upper body and bringing her perfectly proportioned breasts before his eyes. "Beautiful!" was all he said to her before his head bent forward and he took one engorged nipple between his lips and sucked. He switched between each nipple, sucking and licking and lightly grazing them with his teeth. Her body was again experiencing wonderful sensations and she completely forgot about her husband watching from across the room. She had come so quickly that John had not been able to cum in time while watching her release, so he had slowed it down and now just idly stroked his own cock while he watched every passionate move of Deborah and Martin. Deborah's hands wrapped around Martin's head, holding him in turn at each breast as he suckled and kissed her twin orbs. Her legs were unsteady and she leant back against the edge of the bed for support. Martin sensed she might be uncomfortable so he paused long enough for Deborah to lay back down back in the centre of the bed. Then his lips and tongue went after her breasts again, arousing her in preparation for their ultimate coupling. As he knelt beside her, administering to her breasts, one of her hands strayed along his body and grasped his erection. Martin moaned at her touch and shuffled on his knees to give her greater access to him. She fondled his cock, using her fingers to test its rigidity and again she marvelled at its girth. Her other hand came across her body and cupped his balls, gently massaging them. For the next ten or fifteen minutes, he devoted his complete attention to her perfectly shaped breasts … Deborah constantly whimpered in appreciation as her body succumbed to his seduction. When at last he stopped, her nipples were in a highly engorged and very sensitive state. While Martin moved his whole body over to straddle Deborah, her hands never left his cock and balls. His mouth moved to her neck and cheeks, resuming the kissing, nipping her with gentle love bites on both sides. 'I am going to have a mass of bruises there,' thought Deborah as she took her hand off his cock to move it to the back of his head and hold him firmly to her neck while his mouth attacked her. Martin moved his right leg between Deborah's legs as a signal for her to part them. She was a willing participant, quickly spreading both legs wide to receive him. His left leg promptly followed into the gap between hers and her hand that was still fondling his balls slid up to position his thick cock at her moist and spread labia lips. Martin's mouth moved up to hers for more intimate kissing. Passionate and open-mouthed, tongue on tongue … first his tongue inside her mouth, then hers followed back into his. Sensations that flowed from the heat of their tongues inflamed their loins, creating the juices needed to make their coupling work. Martin's hand dropped down between their bodies and she felt him correctly positioning his huge knob right at the exact opening to her cunt. It was a natural reaction for her body to tense when she felt the extraordinary width of him as he nudged his cock forward. He reluctantly backed off. She broke their kiss. "I'm sorry, Martin, I couldn't help that. My body just tensed of its own accord. I do want you! Please, I'll try to relax and you try again." To verify her desire, she lifted both of her legs and wrapped them around his, locking her ankles behind his calves, the move spreading her cunt wide open for him. John was excited at the sight of Martin about to insert his pile driver of a cock into his wife and his fist on his own cock sped up. This time, he wanted to be ready to come with them both. Deborah worked at relaxing her abdominal muscles, moving her hands down to grasp her lover's arse cheeks. As she felt the giant knob again nudging forward, attempting to force open the entrance to her cunt, she pulled hard on his body with both hands. Her loud grunt signalled to John that Martin must have successfully pushed the rigid knob of his cock into Deborah's cunt. Her hands moved up from his arse and they fluttered across his back as her cunt adjusted to the size of the tool trying to gain entry up inside her body. "Okay?" asked Martin with concern, his head up, his eyes staring into hers. Her eyes locked with his momentarily and she silently nodded her approval before closing her eyes and clamping her thighs tighter around his legs as a further sign of acceptance of what he was doing to her. "Ready for more?" he checked. Without opening her eyes, she whispered, "I think so!" With that, Martin eased back slightly then pushed again into the wet velvety tissue that made up the lining of her tight hot cunt. He got maybe another inch inside her before she uttered a moaning "Unnnnhhhh!" He paused, watching her face for a reaction, a signal that she might be ready to take some more of him. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. She was embarrassed and her hand lifted up to cover his eyes … he laughed. "What's up?" she said. "I can't watch you now." "I don't want you to." "But it is such a turn-on for me to watch your face, to see the reactions there as I take your body. It helps me to know when to push and when to stop." She took her hand away and smiled up at him. "Alright, if you must. But I can't look at you. I'm so embarrassed that I'm making this simple everyday thing such a slow and tedious task. Please forgive me, Martin." "There's nothing to forgive, Deb. I understand that you've never had a cock like mine before. I know that you're nervous. I don't care how long it takes, I will do anything to finally be inside your body." "Thank you!" she whispered. "I think I'm okay now, just go for it. Go on, I'm being stupid, just put it all in. Please!" Martin drew back a fraction, then pushed hard yet again and this time, he gained about two inches, a move that drew out her agonising "Ahhhh!" Afraid of having hurt her, he paused again, but she called out to him, "Don't stop now. Do it, do it!" Another slight draw back and he shoved his thick cock in deeper, aided by her hands again pulling on his arse. She tried to stifle her little scream, "Ohhh!" but it came out loud in his ear. He paused, Martin now had about five inches of his seven wedged up inside her cunt. She had never felt so stuffed full before. "Is there much more to fit in?" she asked him as her hand slipped between their bodies to check how much of his cock was still outside her. Her eyes flew open. "Oh my God, that much. Where on earth are you going to put that? I feel so full, there can't be any room left inside me." "Yes there is," he said, and not giving her time to debate it, Martin gave one more lunge and he buried the final two inches deep in her cunt, his tip nudging her uterus. "Ahhhh!" This was her longest verbal explosion reacting to the sensations she was feeling. "Oh God, I hope that's all!" "You've done well, Deb … you've got it all now!" He rained kisses across her face. "I'm proud of you, you took it well. Just take your time, there's no hurry. I'll wait until you're ready." "Oh shit, I don't know how you're going to move that thing around in there, there's no space left for anything. I just feel so jammed up," she breathlessly gasped out to him. Martin was as good as his word, he gave Deborah a couple of minutes. But then, without any warning, he began to withdraw his gargantuan weapon, sliding it out through the tender lining of her gripping cunt. When only the head of his cock was still held tightly by the lips of her cunt, he stopped and then began reversing the procedure, shoving it back into her. She screamed out, then grabbed his head and pulled it down to passionately kiss him, signalling her acceptance no matter how painful it may be. Martin knew now that he must establish a rhythm. Her body would adjust, even though she would find the first few strokes quite painful as the soft tissue of her sopping cunt accepted this new widening of her passage. Martin knew this from his previous experiences with women who were very tight and he knew that Deborah would soon learn to cope. She did! After about six solid driving strokes into her, each of which elicited savage grunts from her, Deborah felt the pain and discomfort from his girth easing. She was now able to use the backs of her heels against the backs of his legs to urge him in on each downward stroke. Her breathing quickened and her screaming grunts had become passion-filled moans. Never missing a beat, he lifted his head to look down at her. "You okay now?" he asked with concern. "Loving it!" she gasped between breaths as his cock pounded deeply into her cunt. "How long can you go on doing this?" "Forever, I hope!" he said with a smile that seemed especially for her. "That's okay with me. Just remember, we have to finish by midnight." "That's a big ask." She giggled cheekily and again pulled his head down to engage him in a passionate lips and tongue lock. Through all of the talking and then the kissing, Martin maintained his driving rhythm. Soon Deborah pulled away from the kiss as she felt the early signs of a release emerging. "Oh God, who'd have believed?" she said as she recognised the signs. "What?" he asked, but he figured he knew the answer. "I think I'm going to come," she told him, her breaths now coming in loud gasps. "It was so hard to get it in … I never thought I would." "Sshhh, don't talk, just enjoy it." Her voice raised to a higher pitch. "I will!" she gasped and thrust her pelvis back at him, trying to lock in the feelings that were about to overpower her body. In the wardrobe, John could hear the words and he knew the signs too, having heard her orgasmic releases so many times before. He pumped furiously at his cock, trying to reach his finish with her. Deborah screamed out her ecstasy and John had to stuff the fingers of his free hand into his mouth to stop from calling out too as he spewed out his cum all over the back of the wardrobe door. Meanwhile, Martin had eased the pace of his strokes slightly while the woman beneath him exploded through her orgasm. However, he maintained the rhythm and concentrated hard, trying to control his own finish that he knew would not be far away. On and on they went, the rhythm steady but the pace increasing. Every thrusting stroke of Martin's thick cock deeply travelling the widened length of Deborah's tight cunt. Martin felt the telltale signs as his body readied itself, the cum preparing to leave his balls. Knowing it was inevitable, he composed himself to try to prolong the last few lunges into this gorgeous woman who lay surging beneath him, participating enthusiastically in their fornication. From hearing the change in his breathing pattern, Deborah sensed that he must be close and looked forward eagerly to receiving his spasming release, tightening her arms and legs around his firm body to encourage him on. But to her amazement, she felt the signs again within herself. Not believing it was possible, but not wanting to miss anything in this carnal experience, she thrust her lower body back harder at Martin, locking her lips and tongue with his again. Martin felt himself on the verge of coming, he knew he had maybe two or three strokes left. He made them count, pulling out as far as he dared, just holding his knob inside her and then driving himself to her furthest depth. Here it is, make the last stroke linger. This was the stroke he would end on, he pushed it harder inside her and wedged himself tight up inside, waiting momentarily for the cum that was now shooting through his shaft and could not be stopped. Deborah thought there was no room left inside her for anything but his meaty shaft, but still, she felt his cum hit deep down inside, his creamy life-creating liquid. But she felt something else too. Seconds after Martin's massive cock delivered its first spurt of cum into her body, Deborah's body erupted with another exquisite orgasm of her own. She could no longer recognise his spasms because her own were dominating her body again. On and on they went, the two bodies jerking their spasming releases in unison, the ultimate finish to John's creative pairing. John loved it too, he had already come, but watching his wife and his friend finish their intense sexual act brought some stiffness back into his organ. He reached down for his water bottle, his mouth was very dry. On the bed, it was many minutes before there was any movement. The pair's joint climaxes had slowly stilled and they lay locked together, neither wanting to separate their bodies. Martin had deposited a vast creamy deposit into Deborah and some of it trailed out of her as he withdrew his cock and lifted the weight of his body up off her, looking down between their bodies to watch his cock slide out of her tight cunt. He rolled them both onto their sides, facing each other, his sticky cock, still semi-hard pressed up near her navel. She didn't mind the wet mess it was leaving on her stomach, they would clean off together shortly. For now, she just wanted to hold and be held after a sexual experience she knew she would never forget. At last, after a long time in which they just cuddled, Martin spoke. "Are you okay?" "I feel amazing! That was one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had." Her face lit up, just as enthusiastic as her words as she placed loving kisses all over Martin's face, holding his head in her hands. "You are a fabulous lover!" "You've got some pretty good moves yourself, Deb. Despite how uncomfortable it must have been early on, the way you moved your body, in fact the way you gave your whole body up to me. You really do appreciate good sex! You are some woman!" "Thank you!" Chapter 6 Some time had passed, maybe half an hour, in which Martin and Deborah lay on their sides, their limbs entwined, both of them drifting through a post-sex nap. In his cramped space, sitting in an upright chair in the wardrobe, John was getting bored with the lack of action. He wanted them to wake up and do it again. John had felt a twinge of jealousy while he watched the first complete sexual coupling of his wife and his best friend - with her coming three times. More so when he heard the words she used to praise Martin's ability as a lover, yet he was still eager to see more. He peered in the dark at his watch and was amazed to see it was now nearly 10pm. Then he heard and saw stirring on the bed. Martin had woken first and his hands were softly roaming across Deborah's back, eventually touching the soft skin of her arse, eliciting a sleepy moan from the woman who clamped her body tighter to Martin. "Ummmm!" she sighed. "I could take a lot of this." "That's good, 'cause I'm going to have some more to give you." She pulled her head back and looked at him amazed. "Really?" "Whenever you're ready to take it," he answered confidently. "Doesn't feel like it," she said, slipping a hand between their bodies to check his firmness. "Oh, yuck, a bit messy there." "Do you want to take a shower, get yourself cleaned up? That should help revive my cock." "Okay!" she agreed eagerly and she rolled away, getting up off the bed. "But first, I've got to take a pee, I think I had too much wine. When I'm done doing that, will you come in for a shower together?" "Naturally!" was all he said in reply and she scurried into the en suite bathroom off the bedroom, one hand darting between her legs to hold the fluids starting to slip from her under gravity. 'No, no!' John thought to himself. 'I won't be able to see you in there, don't have a shower.' But there was nothing he could do about it. Deborah reappeared in the bathroom doorway and seductively leaned back with her hands behind her bum, thrusting her torso forward. "Are you coming in?" she asked and Martin didn't need to be asked twice. They disappeared together through the bathroom door and soon John heard the shower running. Above the sound of the water, John could hear all sorts of sounds coming from his wife and friend. There were gasps and moans, a lot of giggling from Deborah and outright laughter from Martin, like he was being tickled. There were just occasional words from Deborah who had tonight revealed herself to be a talkative lover: "Ooooh, that feels great!" Then there were more sighs and moans, mainly from Deborah, above the sound of the shower. "Look at you, who'd have believed. I thought you might have been finished for the night." "You forgot that I was married to Amanda, an insatiable woman where sex was concerned," Martin told her. John was pissed off that Deborah had suggested taking a shower, 'She would have known I couldn't see anything in there.' He dared to slide the wardrobe door open and stepped out. He silently eased his way across the bedroom to the bathroom door. Just as he reached it, he heard his wife's voice again. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 02 "No … no Martin, not there, don't put it in there … please. I'm not ready for it there just yet!" "It would be easier while its soapy," Martin told her. John was desperate to see all of this. As John's head reached the partly open door of the bathroom, the shower was abruptly turned off. Alarmed that he would be caught, John turned and scurried back to the wardrobe, getting the door almost closed, leaving just a crack open to continue to see through. As he sat back in his chair, he was treated to the sight of his beautiful 28-year-old wife, completely naked, emerging from the bathroom. Her body looked to be still quite damp from the shower. Walking close behind her was his 30-year-old friend Martin, a towel in his hand, still wiping it over Deborah's back. As the pair reached the side of the bed and came into the brighter light from the bedside lamps, John could see that Martin's cock was again rigid and standing straight out horizontally from his body, its thickness intact. At the edge of the bed, Deborah turned and threw her arms around Martin, pulling her body up against him, squeezing his erection upward between their bodies. "Ummm!" was all Deborah needed to say before another long and passionate open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss began. Two sets of hands wandered over backs and arses, touching each other intimately wherever they could reach. When the couple eventually came up for air, Deborah ordered Martin: "You, on your back, on the bed." "Yes, ma'am!" answered Martin respectfully. "I love a woman who knows what she wants." John from within his hiding place couldn't believe that his shy demure wife was taking charge of this assignation with Martin. Martin obediently got onto the bed, laying flat on his back in the middle, his enormous erection standing straight up, pointing directly at the ceiling. Deborah knelt alongside him, looking up and down the length of Martin's body. While looking down the bed to his feet, her eyes drifted up to the open crack of the wardrobe door and she winked. Only John could see it, but he loved her acknowledgment that she hadn't forgotten he was there and that she was doing this for him. John felt much happier and he took his cock in hand again, watching to see how his wife intended to entertain him. Deborah bent forward, her side in profile to John. She was alongside Martin's cock and, with her tongue outstretched, her lips moved closer to the impressive cock standing upright in front of her. Her tongue stretched out and licked the tip, round and around. Martin's moan could be heard around the room. Then, her hair cascaded forward and surrounded his cock as she moved her head from side to side, trailing the flowing hair over his sensitive cock head. A longer moan from Martin and John began to pump his own cock again. One hand came up and she pulled her hair back over behind her head and turned to face the foot of the bed. Her tongue ran up and down the length of the upper less-sensitive side of Martin's cock and her eyes stared straight into the dark crack of the wardrobe door and she kind of smiled at her hidden husband. John just pumped harder. Then Deborah reversed her head, looking away from John and up toward Martin's head. She saw that he had propped his head up on a pillow so that he could look down his body at her. He smiled his acknowledgment when he felt her tongue now sliding up the length of his cock on the ultra sensitive underside, swirling around the top when she reached the head. The sensations were so intense for him that he had to close his eyes to savour the feelings and his body jerked upward, trying to push his cock into her mouth. She did this same stroke up and down the length of his cock, each time ducking her head away as he thrust his hips upward, attempting to ensnare her open mouth for his cock head. His moaning was now constant. After about three minutes of this teasing, Deborah suddenly opened up her mouth, stretching her lips as wide as possible and as Martin made another of his previous futile thrusts, she clamped her moist lips tight, completely enclosing his cock head in her mouth and sucked loudly. Martin gasped aloud and John just pumped on his cock more furiously as he marvelled at his wife moving to yet another phase of her loving of Martin. Deborah had never been a fan of fellatio, so she was tentative in her movements. 'There is no way he's going to get that monster cock any further down my throat, but somehow I just feel compelled to do this much for him,' she told herself. Her lips and tongue swirled around the knob of Martin's erect organ, drawing moans and groans from her lover, laying flat on his back. Then with a sudden pop, her mouth pulled off the top of his cock and Martin was left thrusting his hips upward, his erection flailing about in mid-air, trying to again find her luscious mouth. But Deborah had moved on quickly and she was now straddling his body, her mound just out of reach above his straining cock and her face above his, looking adoringly into his eyes. "I have to have you in me again," was all she said, loudly enough for John to also hear in his hiding-place. "Yes!" answered Martin. "Do you want to stay on top?" "I thought it might just be easier for me to get you inside me," she told him. "It should be a lot easier now that I've been in you. But that's cool, you can do all the work up there." She giggled that infectious little laugh that Martin was coming to love and he reached his arms up to encircle her back, bringing her perky pointed breasts down to mash on his chest. This movement pushed her pelvis back up high and from where John sat in the dark, he had a clear view of his wife's spread legs bent on either side of Martin's hips. Her stretched anal ring appeared to wink at John as her moistened cunt wriggled around, making occasional darting contact with the erect cock that would shortly impale her again. Deborah had lowered her face to Martin's and they were passionately kissing once more as her lower body wriggled around and around, just managing to teasingly avoid direct entry by Martin's cock into her cunt. "Not until I'm ready," she announced in a break from their kissing as their combined juices flowed again from all of the activity between their groins. John watched fascinated, their upper bodies were obscured by the vision he had of his wife's treasures hovering just above Martin's solid weapon. Without using her hands, she managed to wriggle around so that Martin's cock head lodged itself in the wet channel between her outer labia lips. There was more intense moaning from the pair on the bed as they enjoyed the sensations of his cock head sliding from one end of her slit to the other. John just pumped away in the wardrobe, his eyes taking in the natural preparation for fucking of the two bodies before him, and her anus stretched as he recalled the thrill of pushing his finger into there the other night. The lips of Deborah's mouth seemed so swollen from all the kissing between she and Martin this night. It seemed to her that she hadn't kissed and been kissed this much in years. When she felt she was as ready as she could be to again receive his broad thick cock, she lifted her upper body up off Martin so that she was now sitting astride him. One of her hands came down to adjust her bits and she separated her outer lips as he nudged his cock into the gap that was the opening to her cunt. Then, holding his cock firmly in her hand, she spread her knees further apart and lowered her body ever so slightly. She felt her inner cunt lips being spread wide apart as she forcefully slipped the opening of her cunt glove-like over his cock head and she emitted a powerful moan that told both men how intensely she was feeling the new penetration. For a moment, there was pain – or perhaps it was more like intense discomfort - from the spreading wide of her intimate opening. Martin's hands came up to grip her hips on either side, helping to guide her down onto his cock. Fearing he might pull her down onto him too quickly, she put one hand on his chest and in a panicky voice, screamed out, "Slow, slow!" "Okay … don't worry, it's alright, I wouldn't hurt you." "Jesus, it's so big!" Deborah sucked in a few deep breaths as if she had been hyperventilating. "Even though we just did it, I can't believe how much it's stretching me again. Have you ever had normal sex, I mean with other women … you know just going straight at it?" "Well, of course, that's the way it was with Mandy, I never had any trouble getting it into her, and it always felt tight too. I guess she was just used to it." "Shit Martin, you must think I'm such a sook, carrying on like this, but I've never been good about pain. I guess I've led a sheltered life, although that's not to say I don't enjoy sex. John and I are really quite normal and we do get into it. I can assure you I don't carry on like this with him." "Deb, I've lived with this big cock since puberty, so I know how some women react to a big one. Some are frightened by the size of it, while others are fascinated. Most want to try it, but some aren't game. I guess that's you … you were fascinated by it when you saw it and you wanted to try it, and John going out tonight gave us this great opportunity." John couldn't see their faces as they talked, but he could hear every word. Deborah's back was to her husband and John was stunned that this long conversation was going on while her body perched precariously over Martin's tip. Martin's voice continued, "You've obviously never had a cock this big inside you before, you'll get used to it. You've got to realise that Mandy and I had done it so many times and she knew it couldn't hurt her. But I can see why you are wary. Next time, you'll be able to take it just like Mandy did." "What do you mean next time? There's no next time, buddy. As good as this feels with you tonight, there won't be any more. This is a one-off." Martin gave her a despondent look. Her legs were starting to cramp from her strained position, they were spread wide with the cunt lips just clamping the head of his cock inside her and one hand on his chest, steadying her upper body. She looked down into her lover's eyes with an affectionate smile, and he watched her eyes open wider in reaction as she pushed her body down a bit more forcefully. She felt the exquisite pleasure-pain as her passage was spread wide again to take the thick girth of Martin's energising weapon. Whereas, on the first occasion, her eyes were closed for most of the fuck as she attempted to overcome the painful stretching and expansion of her vaginal walls, now it was all about watching and seeing. She took immense pleasure as she sat upright astride Martin's body, half of his cock now wedged tight in her cunt. She was leaning forward slightly, one hand on his upper chest to steady herself while her other hand continued to hold his thick cock, assessing for her how much more she had to take up inside her body. She was determined to get it all in again. Her eyes focussed directly on Martin's face and she held his gaze as she struggled to ease more of him up into her. If it had been any normal size man – such as John – her passage was now so slippery from their juices that gravity would have dictated that she would have just slid down on his pole. But this organ of Martin's was so thick through that she had to force her body to push down on it in spite of gravity. It was important for Deborah to watch Martin this time, just as she knew that there were another pair of secret eyes, boring into her from behind, watching the twinkle of her stretched anal ring and the insertion of a foreign cock deep into her cunt. She wanted to see every reaction in Martin's face as the warm velvet glove of her vaginal walls tightly gripped his sensitive shaft. By watching his every reaction, she could gauge just what effect her luscious body was having on this man. Martin too was doing some watching of his own, taking in every wince, every smile, every moan … all of which betrayed Deborah's true feelings to him. No matter what verbal declarations of love and satisfaction she might make, Martin would be content that he could see her true erotic emotions exposed to him. It had taken about ten minutes for her to wriggle and squirm her way down his shaft, pausing many times so that her body could settle, becoming accustomed to the enormous size of him. The body's natural reaction had been to stiffen and tense up whenever another inch of painful penetration had occurred. By waiting each time, her body began to relax around the intrusion before she would press on again. Deborah was sure that this second time was much easier than the first occasion, which had been almost like surrendering her virginity all over again. She had a great feeling of euphoria that at last Martin's cock was wedged as firmly and tightly and as deeply as it could possibly get inside her body. The cheeks of her arse rested on the tops of his thighs and she now placed both hands on his upper chest to steady herself as she sat above him, her eyes never having left their visual lock with Martin. With her hands pushing down on his chest, she used her legs too to push her body up and off him from the point where they were so intimately connected. As she lifted, she could feel his shaft sliding solidly from within her body until only the knob of his cock was left wedged inside of her. She smiled with her eyes at him as she relished that sensation … held it for just a moment and then lowered her torso again onto him ... not just sliding, but pushing down for him to rise within her. The re-entry of his cock was smoother and easier than it had been minutes earlier. All the way down again until it was wedged so tightly inside her … another momentary pause to savour the exquisite sensations … then her body was lifting again, all the way back up until once more, just his cock head remained lodged within her cunt. And so it went … up and down … very slow and sensual … their eyes locked into each other … their faces betraying how deeply each felt the powerful sensations. She was controlling this fuck … Martin was only a passive participant as she used his cock to give her the sexual high that she craved. It was a longer time coming this time around, but coming was becoming a certainty as Deborah began to increase her movements on him. Her breathing quickened, telling all three of them in the room that she would soon experience another mind-blowing orgasm. 'How many is this?' Deborah asked herself, now certain that it would come over her in no more than another minute as she furiously pumped her body up and down on him. She searched Martin's eyes, trying to see if he was likely to join her in her ecstasy, but his eyes gave away nothing more than revealing that he was loving every inch that his cock traversed within her cunt, whether it was going in or coming out. Now Deborah was panting loudly, gasping out her breaths as a wave of sexual release started from somewhere around her clitoris and exploded throughout her body, reaching to her head and her toes. All movement stopped as her clit throbbed and she squeezed the muscles surrounding her cunt, trying to bring Martin to join her in her climax. But to no avail, he hung onto his seminal discharge, keeping it intact within his balls as he bunkered down for a long one. She fell forward, unable to maintain the upright position in the height of release, but somehow folded her arms across his neck and rested her chin on those arms so that she could maintain their eye lock. It was important to her to watch his every reaction. Minutes went by, the couple on the bed remained wedged tightly together. Martin was content to let Deborah set her own pace. He knew that his erection was not going away. He'd been able to resist the sensual pull of her liquid cunt, at least enough to hold off coming. He was of course aided by having already had a major release. But he knew that eventually – before midnight – he would make another large deposit of his cum within her heavenly body. In his hiding-place, John was getting bored. It must have been at least ten minutes before Deborah could speak, saying to Martin, "Wow! How many times have you caused me to do that tonight?" "I have no idea, I wasn't counting!" answered Martin truthfully. 'I can answer that!' John said to himself. 'I've counted every one.' But nobody asked him. John just sat in his spot behind the wardrobe door. In the main, he was enjoying the voyeuristic sight. From having watched porno movies, he expected to find it truly erotic to watch a couple making love live ... and he had. But what was new, was that his wife was one member of the couple and he hadn't been too sure how he would handle that. At this stage, he was still enjoying it, possibly even more than he had expected, because this couple had been so enthusiastic in their fucking. And so damn good at it too! John did have to admit that there were moments when jealousy did kick in, and he knew already there would be doubts over whether his wife could ever be content to return to their monogamous relationship after being released into such a bizarre situation. John's attention was drawn back to the bed as he saw Deborah rising again, her head now tilted downward so that she could peer down between their bodies to watch the separation as she lifted her torso off of Martin … watched her cunt lifting up and separating from his cock. She had to lift her body up high to clear the height of his erection, still standing proud and straight up. As she lifted clear, she watched fascinated to see a strand of juice from her cunt stay linked like a web to his cock as she pulled away. Martin had assumed that she was just lifting up to resume the fucking, since he still hadn't come. When Deborah pulled clear of him, his face showed his surprise. "Where are you going?" he asked anxiously. "It's alright sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I know you're not done yet." She smiled affectionately down at him and, reassured, he relaxed with a smile. "I want to try something different," she told him. "I'm just going to turn around." "But why?" he asked. "Only because I've never done it this way, that's why." "But I won't be able to look at you," he told her with concern. "You just won't be able to see my face," she told him as she swivelled around, her legs crossing his body and she temporarily moved up, her bottom landing on his chest, just below his neck. She bent forward quickly and swiped her tongue across his cock head, still slick with her juices. 'She would never have done that before tonight,' thought John as he watched a momentary spectacle that he guessed his wife performed just for him. Then, just as quickly, her tongue was gone from Martin's cock and she raised her body off his chest. For a moment, every intimate treasure of her body was displayed to her lover, just inches from his face. "I don't think I have a problem with this position after all," he told her as he raised both of his hands up to caress her arse cheeks. "Ummm," she moaned approvingly and wriggled her arse in front of him. "Follow me," said Deborah as she shuffled her body down over his body, pausing again with her mound hovering above his rigid cock, her head facing the bottom of the bed and her face now leaning forward over his ankles, her hands again being used to hold herself upright. She began to lower her mound over his cock and her outer lips once again made contact with his cock head. This time, it was his hands that touched her intimately, separating her outer labia and guiding his cock into her groove for several wet swipes and then to the opening of her cunt. His fingers slid around in her juices as he prepared her for another deep penetration. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 02 "Ummmpphh!" she grunted as she forced her body over his knob again. His hands were pushed out of the way as his hard cock speared into her deepest recesses. His hands accepted second best as they traced the line of her body between her thighs, ending up again on the cheeks of her arse, bringing with them a trail of her vaginal juices. Deborah looked below, watching the merging of his cock and her cunt beneath her body, then she lifted her head and stared straight ahead, over Martin's feet, to the wardrobe beyond, attempting this time to lock her eyes with her husband. John couldn't believe the change in this woman, she was actively flaunting her newly discovered sensuality at him, attempting to engage his eyes with hers. Her body was sliding down on Martin's cock much easier now, but it was all done by feel, because her eyes were intently staring at the dark gap in the wardrobe door. To her surprise, she saw one of the doors slide open just a touch and her husband's face appeared in the gap. She turned and looked back at Martin anxiously, but quickly realised that he could see nothing, her body blocking his vision beyond his cock. Besides, his eyes were concentrated on the spread cheeks of her arse as he watched his fingers trace softly along the inner crease between her cheeks. Gently, he prised her cheeks apart and his thumb touched her anus dead centre. Shocked by the sudden touch, Deborah gasped, "Oh, careful, I'm very sensitive there!" Her eyes locked on to her husband's eyes and she smiled seductively at him. "Like what you see?" she asked. To John, it looked like she was speaking to him alone and he nodded a yes to her question, smiling adoringly at his teasing wife. But Martin answered the question too, believing it was directed at him since he had no idea that any other person was in the room. "I love what I see," he told Deborah, his fingers roaming at will on and around her anal opening and up and down the cleavage of her arse. "I never wanted to be touched there … ever!" Deborah told Martin as his fondling caused her body to jerk around on his cock while she lingeringly lowered her cunt onto him. "But the other night, John got a bit carried away with me and stuck his finger into my bum." She paused to sigh as the sensations at both of her entrances overtook her. "I must admit that it felt really good." "So you won't mind if I put my finger in you too? In your arse, I mean" She smiled at John, his head just sticking out between the wardrobe doors. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I think I want your finger up my arse right now," she commanded Martin, taunting John, her eyes staring straight at her husband, again sounding like she could have been talking to him. With that, she felt not a finger, but Martin's stubby thumb press tightly at her anal ring and she gasped as she felt her sphincter give in and accept his thumb into her anal passage. Martin had swiped his thumb in the hot spot where his cock was wedged, scooping some of their juices to ease his thumb's progress. Yes still, her face winced at the unexpected intrusion and John redoubled the efforts of his fist on his own cock, hidden in the darkened wardrobe. Martin pushed his thumb past the joint, shoving all of it up into Deborah's second passage, her first passage now three-quarters full as her body slowly descended down over his cock. He held his thumb tightly within her until she had successfully manoeuvred her cunt to completely grip his entire cock again. He wiggled his thumb and could feel his cock shaft nearly touching his thumb through the thin membranes within her abdomen. "I love your cock … and I love your finger … Jesus, I feel so full now," she told Martin loudly, all the while just staring and smiling at her husband, who looked back at her with love and adoration on his face. Then her movements began again. This was her show, she had taken complete charge. She was no longer being seduced by Martin as part of John's weird self-cuckolding experiment. She had both of these men in her life completely mesmerised by her body and what she would allow to be done to it. Deborah had come such a long way in this one night. Never before had she wanted to have a man's cock inside her mouth, yet tonight she had gone from licking Martin along his length to accepting his cock head into her mouth. John was amazed. And the other night was the first time she had ever let John touch her arse. Now, she had Martin's thumb wedged up tight in there, and combined with having his massive organ up her cunt, she felt truly and completely filled. Each time she lifted her tired body up off his cock, pulling back until only the head was still inside her, Martin would also pull his thumb out until only the first joint hovered just inside her anus. Then, as she slid down on his shaft, Martin would force his thumb to go deep into her rectum, wriggling the digit as he inserted it. To John, peeping from his hiding place, her face was a picture of emotions, nearly all pleasant, as she smiled at her husband while accepting the twin penetrations deep into her body, then frowned slightly as both withdrew all the way back. Her rhythm quickened even though she wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure. She still watched her husband steadily, but her eyes were slitted, half-closed as she concentrated on the rolling waves that were already beginning somewhere behind her clitoris. "Oh fuck, this is great! I can't believe it how good it feels!" Deborah's voice called out between her moans and competed with Martin's contented groaning. John was amazed, Deborah never said fuck, she always seemed so composed and demure when they made love. Martin was bringing out the animal in her. She was consumed by the succession of orgasms she had experienced tonight, and knew yet another was almost upon her. Her verbal outburst was just her way of telling both men how good she felt. Now, her loud gasps told everyone that this next orgasm was about to roll over and through her as she pounded her body down hard onto his broad cock while Martin's thumb maintained a matching rhythm up her arse. "Yes … yes … yes!" she screamed out to both men to signal her release and her body tensed and stopped still as an intense throbbing emanated from between her thighs. Her body sagged forward over Martin as wave after wave of pleasurable feelings rolled throughout her body and she just whimpered her acceptance of more sensual fulfilment. Minutes rolled by, there was no movement anywhere in the room. Martin lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his cock still solid and rigid within Deborah's cunt, one thumb still wedged tight in her rectum. Deborah's legs were bent at the knees, which were beside Martin's thighs as she sat on him, facing the end of the bed. But her head was now down on the bed between his ankles, her hands still holding his feet, and her breasts mashed against his knees. John hadn't been able to bring on another release for himself, he just had no more cum to give, but his hand still idly played with his cock. It had been at least ten minutes since Deborah's latest orgasm and both men independently thought that she had fallen asleep. "Oh my God," she suddenly spoke, startling both men. "Marty, I'm so sorry, I must have drifted off." She only had to clench her abdominal muscles to confirm he was still very erect. "Oh shit, it's still as big now as when we started." "Afraid so," Martin confirmed. "I'm so rude, Marty, dropping asleep on you and you haven't come yet. Just give me a minute please. God, I've come so many times tonight, I'm just exhausted. But that's so selfish of me, you've given me one after another, and you've only come once." "That's okay, Deb. Just being inside you like this is great. Coming again would be a bonus." "No, no … you should come again," she told him, lifting her tired head up and pushing her upper body into an upright position. She stiffened her arms to hold herself up, but quickly realised that there was no way, she could actively move her body up and down on Martin's cock for any length of time. With supreme effort, she managed to push her body up and up until Martin's erection slipped free of her cunt. Martin pulled his thumb out of her arse as he realised that she was breaking their coupling, and she tumbled face down onto the bed alongside him, her head alongside his feet. John was disappointed, it appeared that his wife was so worn out that this voyeuristic night for him was going to end abruptly. With Deborah's body no longer between the two men, John eased back into the dark at the back of the wardrobe where he could remain unseen. Martin was still at peak arousal and was not going to be denied. His hand roamed along her body, very gently caressing and fondling her all over. Deborah purred contentedly and her legs spread as his hand ran down over her arse again. His fingers dipped between her thighs and one hand cupped her mound, the middle finger finding her clitoris and stirring the bud to reveal it yourself yet again. "Marty, I can't get on top of you any more," she said. "I don't have any energy left, but don't let that stop you. How do you want to have me?" "That's a tempting question. I'd have some great suggestions if you were more awake." Her head lifted, but her voice was still drowsy. "Now, now … don't be naughty." "Deb, I must have you again. I can't go home with this big monster still up, I'll end up back where I was, wanking all night." "No Marty, it's okay. I'm up to it if you do all the work. What do you want me to do?" Rather than tell her, Martin just pulled her legs apart and moved his knees into the space between them. He grabbed her hips on both sides and pulled her torso up to a kneeling position on the bed. From there, he was able to hold her hips firmly in place while he nudged his stiff cock into position at the entrance to her sopping cunt and drove it forward hard, locking his cock head in place in one swift motion. With her head still flat on the bed, Deborah grunted. But when she realised that her body was about to be ravished again by her lover, she managed to lift her upper body up on her hands. Still facing the wardrobe, she raised her face defiantly to stare ahead into the darkened recesses, where she knew her husband was still hiding and watching. "Do me, Martin … just do me now. Finish what you started." she yelled and he shoved hard again, making good progress into her now that her body had become so stretched to accommodate his powerful broad cock. Nevertheless, the effort still brought an expressive grunt from Deborah. "Unnnnhhh!" Martin shoved again and already he was halfway into her. Another hard grunt from Deborah, "Unnnnhhh!" followed by a longer groan. "Fuck, you are so tight, Deb!" he yelled as the sensations of Deborah's velvet glove-like cunt gripping his hard cock in a moist sheath, sent an early wave of euphoria through his body. Martin shoved again, same reaction from Deborah with a grunt followed by a long groan. Then one final thrust and the broad shaft was again totally encased within her intimate passage. John was ecstatic again, being able to watch the facial expressions on his wife as Martin drove inch after inch of his cock into her. Deborah was drawing up all of her remaining energy to give both Martin and John a treat one last time tonight. Deborah knew that she must now have all of Martin's cock, feeling his belly tight up against her arse, but fixing her eyes on where she knew her husband would be in the dark at the back of the wardrobe, she called out to Martin, "Is that all you've got? Can't you get any more in?" "You are fantastic, Deb. I never knew you'd be like this. I love how you want it so much!" Then he slowly withdrew most of his length, paused, then slammed it back into her full on. That opened her eyes wide … the force of his thrust pushing her forward and she stiffened her arms to hold herself up while John started wanking his cock again. Again and again, Martin withdrew slowly, then each time shoved his cock hard and strong back in her to the hilt. She grunted on every inward stroke. "Don't wait for me," she told him between grunts. Pushing back expressively now on his thrusts so his cock got maximum penetration from every thrust, she added, "This one's just for you!" "I've got to give you one more!" he answered, the fingers of one hand leaving the grip on her hips to come around and delve into her slippery groove, searching out her clit. "No, don't try … please don't try!" she moaned. "I've never had so many orgasms, I can't do it any more." "Yes you can," Martin contradicted her as his fingers swirled around her clitoris. Deborah heard Martin's breathing quickening, signalling that he was getting close. "Just come, Marty. This is for you! Just come in me, please!" she begged. "Don't you worry about me, I'm getting there!" he called back. "Just relax, Deb!" At first, his fingers on her clit were annoying her, distracting her. But suddenly – to her amazement – she felt the fires building again in her groin. 'Oh my God, I couldn't come again, surely,' she thought to herself as Martin pounded away in her cunt. 'He's going to come too soon for me anyway,' she thought, relaxing her body to accept his imminent release. But Martin was determined to leave Deborah with a night to truly remember. He called on all the skills of control that he had built up in keeping his sensual wife happy those last four years. He knew that he had managed to get Deborah near to the edge again, her loud and quick breaths revealed that, so he was determined to just push her over the brink. Martin knew that this would be it … one or two more strokes and he couldn't hold back, he would spew forth the white creamy contents from his balls, up through his shaft and saturate her insides with his cum. As he pushed his cock one last time deep into Deborah's cunt to hold steady for his spasming release, the room was filled with her panting orgasmic screams, then loud moaning and her body pulsed and throbbed against his invading cock, signalling her best climax of the night. Her arms gave out and her head fell to the bed while Martin managed to hold her torso up, one hand gripping her hips, while the other held her belly with the fingers covering her throbbing clit. There was combined breathless panting from both of the fornicators on the bed as Martin's cock continued to pump his load of cum into her body, while John had to endure his final release in muffled silence for fear of revealing his presence. It was long minutes before Deborah's voice broke the silence. "No, no … that didn't happen. I couldn't have come again." "Yes you did," answered Martin brightly. "I was determined." "So you're going to take all the credit for that, are you?" she queried, her voice even more drowsy than before. "I'd say I can!" he told her proudly. "Okay … full marks to the man with the big cock," she said, not really conscious of what she was saying. "Will you want to do it again? In a few minutes, I mean?" he asked her. Her voice was panicky in replying. "No … no … that's all I can take, Marty. God, I don't know how many times I've come tonight, so many that I've just lost count. And I'm so sore inside now, poor John's not going to get any for a week." "Are you going to tell him why? Are you going to tell him that his best friend shoved his giant cock inside you for hours on end … and that you loved it?" "Hell no … are you crazy?" She had gathered her senses enough now to know not to reveal to Martin the secret behind this night. "And you must never tell him about tonight, promise Marty." "Won't he be suspicious, Deb? Leaving us both here in the house alone together for four hours. After what happened between us on Wednesday night too!" "He probably will be a bit suspicious, but its best that he never know. It will just be our little secret, Marty." He pulled his now limp cock from her cunt and again their combined juices streamed down her inner thighs. He dropped onto his side on the bed and she rolled over into his arms, ignoring the mess that they would leave on the sheets. "I had a great time tonight, Deb," he told her, moving to kiss her lips. They enjoyed the kiss, not as passionate as the kisses had been a few hours ago. "So did I, Marty!" she confirmed to him verbally what her body had already conveyed. "I can assure you that I am now totally cured. I am all over Amanda. I intend to get on with my life, and you can take full credit for my recovery." She smiled to him. "That's great, Marty. I am glad that I could play a part … and I can't deny that I got a lot out of it too. Thanks a lot, big fella!" For effect, she placed her hands on his arse and pulled him to her, mashing her mound up against his flaccid cock. There was a pause in their conversation while he kissed her again. When they broke from that kiss, he pulled back to look her in the eye. "So when can we do it again?" "What? No way … we can't do it again!" She looked at him incredulously. "Your treatment is over, you're cured. And this was a one time thing, buddy." "I thought Wednesday night was a one-time thing, but then came tonight." "No, this is it now. I am having a hard enough time dealing with my guilt to John. I cannot possibly be with you like this again. It's over, now!" She pulled away to emphasise her point, rolling off the bed and getting unsteadily to her feet. She had to reach out and hold onto the side of the bed while her legs shook. "John told me that Wednesday night was good for you too. He said that you've never been so into each other as you have in the two days since," Martin told her from the bed. She looked at him, surprised and anger rose in her voice. "He told you that?" "Yes, he said you two were fucking like rabbits after you decided to tell him about wanking me." "How dare he," shouted Deborah. "Wait until I see him," she continued, looking quickly toward the wardrobe. "That was between John and me. Anything we do as a married couple should stay here." "Come on Deb, don't be a hypocrite. How many times did Mandy tell you about the things that she and I did together? I know she did! We even all talked about sex, I mean all four of us when we used to have dinner here. It happens, Deb. Women talk, guys talk, it just happens." "Well, I don't like him inferring to you that we are getting together more, just because I touched your cock the other night." "Well, you mightn't like him telling me, but I'll bet its right. I'll bet that you two are doing it more because by telling him, you've turned each other on. So why don't you tell him about tonight when he comes home, maybe you could get a month of constant fucking out of that." Deborah had such a great night, she didn't want it to end in an argument with the man who had brought her such supreme sexual pleasure. She turned and made for the bathroom, rather than engage in any further harsh words. She had intended to have a shower to remove the smell and the feel and the juices from her body, but Martin got up off the bed and followed her to the door. "Deb, its nearly midnight. John will be home any minute, we better get back downstairs." Deborah knew John wasn't arriving home until she and Martin had left the bedroom, allowing John to climb out the window, retrieve his car from down the street and appear to come back home from his meeting. But if she didn't agree with Martin that they had to hurry, he might become suspicious about whether John was really absent. She gave up on the shower, picked up her gown from a chair and wrapped it around herself as Martin got dressed. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 03 You will need to read Parts 1 & 2 to fully appreciate this story. You will find those two parts in the Loving Wives category. Martin was shattered by the death of his wife in a car accident, then discovered that she had been cheating on him with her boss. To help Martin recover, his friend John has encouraged his wife Deborah to help Martin sexually on two separate nights. Chapter 7 Deborah put the kettle on and was only just pouring two coffees when she heard John's car on the driveway. She was back in the living room, handing a cup to Martin when John came through the door. "I'll have one of those two, thanks Deb?" John threw his keys down on the coffee table, walked over and kissed his wife, smelling the aroma of sex that drifted off her body. "Had a good time, darling?" he asked his wife. "Yes John ... yes, we did." John turned to Martin, "So what did you two get up to while I was gone?" "We screwed each other silly for hours on end," said Martin with a cheeky grin at John. "What?" screamed Deborah, "John, we didn't!" acting out her part well, but wondering why Martin would say that to John. 'Unless Martin was in on John's whole plan,' pondered Deborah. "No John, sorry to disappoint, we just had a long game of Monopoly, all night long. Such a shame, would have preferred my first answer. Deb's such a great girl!" "She sure is," said John, his arm protectively slipping around his wife's shoulders. "Can I have that coffee, darling?" Deborah broke away and went to the kitchen. While she made John's coffee, she could hear a lot of laughter coming from the living room. She was curious about what they might be discussing. When she brought John's coffee into the living room, she just caught the end of a conversation, John was saying to Martin, "...must do it again sometime, it went so well." "What went well, what are you going to do again?" asked Deborah suspiciously. She still had a nagging feeling that John might have conned her, and that Martin may have been in on John's plans tonight from the outset. John's answer didn't settle her concern. "Oh nothing, Deb, just man talk. "Err ... golf, we've got to play again sometime." With Deborah back in the room, the conversation included her and there was no more innuendo. They sipped their coffees over small talk and finally John said to Martin, "Marty, I 'm pretty tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to kick you out now. I need to spend some quality time with my wife." Martin rose, shook John's hand, then he stepped toward Deborah and to her complete surprise, pulled her into his arms and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She felt his tongue trying to force itself between her lips and she twisted away, managing to break the lip lock. Stepping back, Deborah saw Martin's grin, then looked quickly to John, who was also smiling. "Looks like you two really like each other," was John's strange comment. John walked Martin to the door and Deborah busied herself clearing up the coffee cups and taking them to the kitchen. John appeared at the kitchen door and Deborah turned to face him. "Well, what an incredible night that was!" John told her, his arms outstretched to her. Deborah looked at him apprehensively. "Are you okay with it all, John? You're not upset with how intense it got?" "I loved it, darling. I loved every single minute. Oh, except when you took him into the shower and I couldn't see a thing." Reassured, Deborah stepped forward into his arms. "I was so nervous, and so worried how you would take it all. You know, I mean it must have been difficult for you having to watch me getting so into it with Martin in our bed. God, it was just so full on, I mean, the orgasms. John, I don't know how many times I came." "Five ... I counted them all. It was five!" "I can't believe it. I mean, I can't believe that I actually came that many times ... and I can't believe that you would count them. I have never been able to come so easily before and I can't see why I should just get into bed with Marty and suddenly I become multi-orgasmic." "Just the circumstances, Deb. You're with me for four years and we get into a bit of a pattern with our loving. Then, along comes a new man – forbidden fruit – but I unleash you to do whatever you want with him. It becomes an exciting adventure to you ... handsome man, but you've known him for years so you feel pretty comfortable with him, then he produces a big cock. It's all so new and exciting. You just reacted to the circumstances. "John, promise me that tonight won't affect us continuing to love each other." "I promise, darling! Deb, I'm with you for the long haul. But I've just watched you getting fucked for four solid hours and I'm afraid that I'm desperate for a bit of the action too. Come on, let's go up to bed." Together, arm in arm, they switched off the downstairs lights and made their way up the stairs. When they entered their bedroom, the first sight was the unmade bed, the sheets crumpled, still damp from Martin's cum and her juices. Deborah exclaimed, "Oh my God, we can't lie down here, and I'm too tired to change the sheets. Let's use the spare room." John restrained her, "No Deb, I want you here, in the same bed and on the same sheets where he had you." "John, you really are quite sick. We don't want to roll around in that." "Yes we do, come on Deb!" "No, hold on, John. I'm going to need a shower ... I've still got Marty's cum in me and some on my legs. I'm a real mess." "Deb, I want you just the way you are. Come on!" and John dragged his wife to the bed and pushed her onto it. She pulled the top sheet up to try to cover the sticky spots. Deborah quickly shed her gown ... she was naked underneath. On her knees, she shuffled across to the side of the bed and began unbuckling her husband's belt, then she unzipped his fly and the trousers dropped to his ankles. His cock was standing straight out, tenting his boxers, but not quite the way that Martin had tented his underwear. "Still horny, eh?" she asked him and he nodded an affirmative. "I thought you would have been wanking in the wardrobe." "I did darling, more than once ... but my damn cock just won't stay down." "I'll have to see about that," said Deborah as she started to unbutton his shirt. She leaned forward and kissed his nipples as they appeared, then her mouth worked its way down past his navel, her tongue licking his skin on the way down. She grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulled them out and over his erection, letting his last article of clothing drop. "Deb, all night I've waited for this moment, to feel my cock inside you. I'm sorry, but the foreplay is going to have to wait. I want you now." He pushed her back onto the bed and moved onto the bed, kneeling alongside her. His hand went straight to her mound while his head moved to cover her breast and his lips wrapped around a nipple. John clumsily pushed her thighs apart and two of his fingers plunged forward into her cunt, drawing a sudden cry of pain from his wife. Startled, John withdrew the fingers and stopped sucking on her nipple. "What is it? What's wrong?" "John, I'm so sorry. It's just that ... it's just that I'm so sore down there. It feels like I'm red raw inside. Is there any blood on your fingers?" John quickly examined his fingers, but there was only a thin film of her juices and something whitish, he realised that it was her juices mixed with a trace of Martin's cum. "No, it's clear," he told her. "Oh God, when you touched me in there John ... it felt like the tissue was so scraped that it seemed to be torn and shredded. John, it hurt so much! It must be that Martin was so big and he was in there for so long tonight, that he's scraped the walls something shocking. I'm sorry, I know how much you want it, but I can't do this!" Deborah saw the look of complete disappointment on John's face. He had endured four hours of watching her give and take everything that Martin could deliver from his magnificent weapon. It had stirred John's arousal to the limit and he badly needed her loving to release him from the voyeuristic torture he had just endured. "What can we do?" John asked her. "Not much I'm afraid," Deborah answered. "There's no way I could withstand that pain while you get your rocks off, no matter how quick you might be. I'm so sorry, John!" His arousal demanded that he had to have her now, but his conscience and his love for her told him to back off ... so he did. John fell back onto the bed beside her and stared straight up at the ceiling. "I could do you with my hand ... Marty seemed to like it the other night," she offered. "I've been doing that in the wardrobe." "Not with my hand, you haven't! John, you know I'd do anything for you." Her face came up close to his and her hand went down to touch his cock. "I know how bad you want it right now." "Deb, I'm sorry, but your hand is not going to do it for me." There was a long silence between them. Deborah was fighting the guilt again. She had just come through four hours of exquisite pleasure and she knew she owed her husband for the experience he had persuaded her to enjoy. Her face came closer, she kissed him on the lips, then her mouth was gone. He felt her moving down the bed. Suddenly, he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock, followed by a swipe of her tongue on the sensitive underside. His cock jerked in response. "Then maybe this will do it for you," was all she said before her mouth engulfed his cockhead and her tongue and lips joined in a slurping and sucking routine. "Ohhh yes!" he shouted aloud, stunned that she had taken him into her mouth. For four years, she had denied him this pleasure. She had told him often that she had never been able to do it for any man. Earlier tonight, he had watched her go close when she took Martin's knob into her mouth, but she would go no further. Now, she had John's cock in her mouth ... what would she do with it next? His hands came down to touch her hair, they massaged her scalp as her mouth and tongue became more active. His hands took a hold of her head, keeping her there but not wanting to scare her by gripping her head too hard. Then came John's next surprise. The woman who hadn't ever been able to take a man's cock into her mouth, had a hold of the base of his cock with one hand while her other hand guided it deeper into her mouth. It slid across her tongue, her mouth stretched wide to accept him. The knob reached the back of her throat and she gagged briefly, but didn't remove him. She just held him deep inside her mouth and her tongue began sliding along his length, slurping greedily. Deborah seemed to be becoming accustomed to the feel of him in her mouth, adjusting to the size of him, testing her gag reaction. After two or three minutes lying still in her mouth, the guiding hand pushed him slightly further in. She was working the back of her throat, opening the way to get his whole six inches embedded in her oral cavity. John let out a long sigh, his hands at the back of her head just holding it steady. He wanted – but wasn't game – to move his cock around. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Two or three more minutes went by, then suddenly she drew back her mouth and he began to slip out. He stiffened his hands at her head, trying to hold her mouth onto his cock. Then, with only the top of his knob still held between her moist lips, to his utter delight, she started to slide her mouth back over his length again. Her lips went almost to his balls before she withdrew again. And so her first true act of fellatio on a man was bestowed on her cuckolded husband. Her rhythm increased. John was impressed, she was good at it, all tongue and lips, particularly on the underside and all too soon he felt his cock tensing, preparing for release. John tried to think of a bunch of non-sexual things, attempting to nullify the stirring sensations that her lips and tongue were applying to his hard cock. He muttered a moan and Deborah sensed that his time was close. That meant decision time for her. She had overcome her first hurdle, getting the full length of her man's cock into her mouth and throat. 'Can I accept his cum to squirt in my mouth and can I manage to swallow it all down my throat?' Deborah knew there were now only seconds to decide this burning question. Her sucking mouth and licking tongue had so expertly aroused him that despite his earlier multi masturbation, John was on the brink again. Chivalrously, John elected to warn his wife. "Deb, I'm going to come ... just a few more strokes will do it." He expected her to pull her mouth straight back off his cock, but to his amazement, his wife intensified her movements and the length of him that she would accept into her mouth. She resumed trying to get her lips right down to the base of his stalk. "Deb, any second now," he screamed to her, giving her one final chance to escape having his cum in her throat. She seemed not to care about his warnings, just intensified her effort to bring him off. It only took two more thrusts by him deep into her mouth, hitting her palate with his cock head and he felt the pleasure surge through his organ. She felt the warm creamy liquid spurting at the back of her throat. She couldn't help gagging, but she managed to quickly overcome it in time to feel the second spurt, pouring enough cum into her throat that she had to swallow. She gulped it down as the third spurt launched from his cock to splash the back of her throat. "So good ... so good!" he was muttering, almost incoherently as his cock pulsed and sprayed its contents deep into Deborah's sucking throat. Slowly, she pulled her mouth back off his shaft, his cock slipped from the grip of her lips with a pop. She pressed forward again to lay a sweet kiss on his organ, her tongue wiping up the last strands of his cum. "Where did all that come from?" asked John of his wife. "You've never wanted to do that before." "I haven't told you, but I have been curious about trying it for some time now. I was just waiting for the right moment. When I became so sore, I felt so bad for you. I knew I had to do something really special to make it up to you. After all, you let me have one of the most amazing nights of my life. I'm never going to forget that." "Was it amazing in how good Marty's big cock made you feel?" "No John ... it was an amazing night because of lots of things. Sure, having a cock that huge banging away inside me was a great experience. But that was only one thing. It was coming so many times, what did you say, was it five?" John nodded. "Yep, five times!" "And I'll tell you what else. Knowing that you were inside that wardrobe watching every move was a mind-blowing experience. It was such a turn-on! But then, there were also a few times when I actually forgot you were there." "Would you do it again, Deb?" There was the question that she was afraid would come. "I don't know, John. I honestly don't know right now. Do you mean with Martin ... or are you suggesting someone else?" "Nothing really, I don't have anyone in mind. I just wanted to know how much you enjoyed it ... whether it was so good that you would want to try it again. I don't think I'd mind. I did handle it okay, didn't I? I mean, I wasn't really jealous." "You were fantastic, John. I couldn't have done it if the position was reversed. I couldn't have sat there in the dark and watch you screw one of my closest friends. I'd have been mortified." "Deb, I do like talking about it, and I want to talk heaps more about every little thing that I saw. But it's getting very late and I'm starting to drift off after you sucked me dry. Can we continue this in the morning?" "Yes, sure honey. Good night!" They spooned together in the bed and both were so exhausted from the night that they were asleep in no time. Chapter 8 John and Deborah slept late after such an exhausting night. Around midday, John was gently eased awake by the feel of a soft feminine hand stroking his rising cock. As his eyes opened slowly, he was fascinated to watch his newly liberated woman lying with her head resting across his thighs, facing up his body and dreamily staring at his enlarged cock while her hand lovingly fondled it. She seemed not to be aware that his eyes were open now. For a minute or two, he just watched her and the love that he thought he could see in her eyes. Eventually, as his cock had risen to a full erect state again, he spoke to her. "What are we going to do today?" It sounded like he was asking if they should clean the house, go shopping or have a picnic, but he knew that she would read the question as "What are we going to do sexually today?" "Good morning," she said brightly, breaking from her dreamy reverie and giving him a broad smile. "I thought we'd just go on and see how many times you can come." He smiled at her and at how right he had been. Since the first incident between his friend and his wife only three nights ago, John and Deborah had seemed to be living their lives in a constant state of arousal. "I have had a good eight hours sleep. Just maybe my body has replenished its cum supply. I certainly hope so!" Her fingers formed an 'o', continuing to trace up and down his erect shaft. "So do I, John!" With that, she lifted her head and brought it forward, her moist lips parting and her tongue laving over his cock head in a wet sweep. John gasped out loud. "John," she stopped licking and her voice got his attention, his eyes opening again. "I woke up a few times through the night and morning. I guess I was still a bit too excited to sleep. I was thinking about the last few days, about how our sex life has just spun right around." "What sort of things did you think about?" "Oh heaps John. About you and I and why we are doing this, letting someone else into our bed. But not so much in a bad way, because it seems to have made us so much closer ... and more intense in our loving and our desires. I find that I just want you all the time." "That's a good thing, darling." "I know that, I'm not complaining. And I just want you to know that while having Martin involved was all your idea, I hope that you're still happy with that decision, because I wasn't aware how good it would be." John frowned at her. "No, no, don't get me wrong, John. It's not that I will now want him all the time. It's just that I never realised that having a third party involved could spark our old twosome into something electric. I guess that I was pretty naïve about sex, and all. You know, I just did what I felt comfortable with and you've tried to get me to open up a bit. But it was hard." "If you're talking about the finale last night, Deb, then believe me, you have really opened up. You became the world's greatest cock-sucker at your first attempt." She smiled at his appreciation. "See, that in itself was truly amazing. I had always thought that it would be dirty to have a man's cock in my mouth. You know, after all, that's where you guys pee from. But not only that, then to have to swallow the sperm really put me off. But somehow, the events of the past few days have freed me from all my inhibitions." "That's great, Deb," he told her as she shuffled her body up the bed, bringing her face alongside his and giving him a sweet kiss. "John," she said, pausing for effect to make sure she had his full attention. "I've decided to break one more of my sexual taboos." "Really?" said John, now keenly interested. "What is that?" "Well, I've been up for a couple of hours actually. I thought I'd let you sleep. I had a shower to wash off all the remnants of that long night. I also had a bit of a feel in there..." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 03 "You mean in your cunt?" "Yes, in there, John." "Still can't say cunt, can you, Deb?" "No, it's a woman thing, John. I just don't like some words." "They're only words, Deb!" "Okay ... in my cunt, okay. Are you happy now?" "Very, Deb!" "Anyway, I had a feel inside my cunt, and I am still so sore. That really was a workout I got from Martin's big cock. I mightn't be able to have you in there for a few more days." John frowned again. She raised her hand to smooth out his brow. "So, I had an idea, John." He could see a mischievous glint in her eyes and she grinned at him. "That's right, you were just saying you'd decided to break another sexual taboo." "Yes ... can you guess what it is?" "I don't know. I might have an idea, but you tell me, Deb." "My arse John, you've told me before that you'd like to stick it in my arse. Do you still want to do that?" John's face broke into a huge smile. "More than ever, Deb. More than ever!" "I think I'm ready, John. Mainly because I'm so upset that I can't have you inside me the normal way..." "You mean in your cunt?" "Yes John, in my cunt. I'd like for us to be doing that all weekend, but I'm just too sore. So I decided that the time has come. I guess it will feel pretty good for you and it might just make up for not putting it in my cunt. Will it hurt me, John?" "I believe that it does hurt a bit ... at first, Deb. But mates I know who have talked about doing it, reckon that it gets better for the woman after a little while." "John, I don't really want it to hurt, but I do want to do this especially for you, so be patient with me, won't you?" "Haven't I always been, Deb?" "Yes ... yes, you have, John. Would you like to know what made me even consider doing this?" "No, Deb. No idea!" "On Wednesday night, when you had me on the kitchen table, you stuck your finger in my bum. It felt so good, John. I was really amazed, but it just felt good. I even think it helped me come. And then, Martin stuck his finger in there too last night, and that was good too, so I started to come around to taking the next step. I know that your cock is going to be a lot bigger than a finger, but I'm ready to give it a go." "It was actually his thumb, Deb. Martin stuck his whole thumb up your arse. You did look like you enjoyed it, you were wriggling around on it." "So what do we do, John? Do you want to do it now?" "I'd love to, Deb. I know this is going to surprise you, but I'm actually going to ask you to wait." "Wait ... why? I'm ready now, I might change my mind if I wait for a bit." "Deb, you've never had a cock in your arse before. It is a fair bit bigger than a finger or a thumb. I have something that might help open you up a bit. I bought it in a Sex Shop a couple of years ago, when I first suggested you doing this. But I stored it away when you were so negative about trying it." "What is it ... show me?" "Hold on, just stay there, I'll get the package. I've got some KY Jelly too, that will help as well." John rolled off the bed, leaving Deb lying there on her side. He went to the wardrobe and searched around on a high shelf. He pulled out a brown paper package and returned to the bed, opening the bag and spilling its contents on the bed. Deborah watched with fascination as John produced a butt plug from among an assortment of sex toys. "What are you going to do with that?" "We'll put this in your arse now, with the help of the KY. Then, we'll go downstairs and have some lunch. You keep the plug up your arse for an hour or two, and it should loosen up the muscles, stretch your sphincter a bit. That will make it so much easier for me to get my cock up inside your arse. We can come back to bed and try it after we have some lunch ... okay?" "Will I be able to walk with that thing in there?" "Yeah, I've read stories about it. It just sort of locks in place with this narrow bit." "And the rest of that thing is up inside me?" "Yeah ... sure is!" "Alright ... what do I do?" "Just tuck your knees up under you and stick your arse in the air." She did as he directed. "Like this?" "Yeah, that's great, Deb. Now, I'll just put some KY everywhere." John picked up the tube of KY Jelly and poured it over the cone of the butt plug, liberally wiping it all over with his fingers. Then he moved around behind Deborah on the bed and poured some more from the tube right on her puckered anal ring, the access between her cheeks easy with her knees spread well apart on the bed. His fingers slipped around and around her ring, spreading the KY, and then his middle finger put pressure on the opening and gently pushed inside her. Deborah winced, but held her position on the bed as she felt John's finger carry the cold KY into her hot rectal passage. The finger slipped back out momentarily, then covered with more KY, it pushed back past the sphincter and spread the slippery jelly all around the tight sides inside her arse. She actually sighed this time. When John figured that he had her sufficiently lubricated, he picked up the butt plug and just tested the rounded point at her puckered opening. He watched her muscles tense on contact and her ring tightened. "Relax baby, I'm going to take my time, so just relax everything back here." Instead of pulling it away, he slid it up and down between the cheeks of her arse several times. When he thought she might be ready, he slowed down the slide as the plug approached her ring. Right at the opening, he tipped the plug from lengthways along her arse cleavage to pointing directly at her tiny hole and applied pressure. "Aaahhhh," Deborah moaned as John gently pushed the plug unrelentingly into her anus, stopping only when he had about a half-inch imbedded in her. "Oh shit, it hurts!" "You know it will at first, I've just got to get your sphincter used to the size. Hang in there, Deb, the pain should ease in about a minute." She was drawing quick breaths, kind of hyperventilating. When John heard her breathing settling, he gently pushed a bit more into her. Again, a gasp, "aaahhhh!" and he paused with about half the plug inside. Once more, the quick breaths for about a minute, then she settled. "Now Deb, this is the thickest part. I don't want you tensing, you just need to relax all your muscles. I've got to get the wide part in, then it comes back to a narrow neck which is thinner than what you've got in you right now. So just relax everything, it'll only hurt for a moment." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I can do it, go for it!" With that assurance from Deborah, John took hold of the flattened flange at the base and pushed the butt plug firmly into her rectum. "Aaaahhh, Jesus!" she yelled, but held her position on the bed. The sharp stab of pain as the thickest part of the plug passed through her sphincter was replaced quickly by only a mild discomfort as the butt plug now rested tightly packed up her arse, the flattened base hard against her cheeks. "All done, Deb. You were great! That's the worst part over!" "I've still got to get your cock in me later, that won't have a narrow part like this plug." "Yes, but by then, your arse will have adjusted to having something up it. You'll be stretched a bit wider." "I hope you're right," she told him as she slowly straightened out her knees and dropped her body flat on her stomach, wincing with a bit of pain again as her move from bent-over to straight caused the plug to wriggle around inside her. John got up off the bed and held his hand out for Deborah to come with him. Carefully, she eased herself across to the edge of the bed and stood up. She could certainly feel the intrusion in her rectal passage, but whilst it felt very full, it wasn't altogether unpleasant. She took some tentative steps, following John as he headed downstairs. She knew that she was walking funny, but she didn't yet have the confidence to take full strides, fearful the plug might fall out, or worse, it could move and do some internal damage to her. She went into the kitchen and made them both a sandwich. When she bent over to get things out of the refrigerator, the feeling of the plug intruding up her arse was more pronounced. They took the sandwiches and a couple of drinks out by the pool. Fortunately, trees kept the area secluded from neighbours, because neither wore a stitch of clothing. The hardest part yet for Deborah was when she went to sit down. As her bottom pressed onto the seat, the plug pushed deeper up inside her arse and she gasped. John looked across at her and winked slyly. John had a swim after lunch, but Deborah preferred to sit it out, just she and her butt plug. Around 2.30pm, John suggested that the two of them go back up to their bedroom. The time had come, Deborah was about to lose her anal virginity. She smiled to John, took his hand and went willingly. In their bedroom, he had her kneel again on the bed while he grabbed the tube of KY Jelly and smothered his cock with the lubricant. Then he threw the tube aside and moved onto the bed behind her, slipping his knees between hers, forcing her to spread her knees even further apart. He leaned forward and planted several loving kisses on each butt cheek. "Ready?" John asked. "I think so," she affirmed and John took a hold of the flat base of the butt plug and tugged at it. It failed to move with his first tug, but then he twisted it around within her tight hole and she moaned. Gripping it more firmly, he pulled hard and slowly it began to withdraw from out of her body. He tugged the thickest part through her sphincter and she let out an audible "aaaahhhhhhh!". John pulled on it quite quickly to ease her discomfort and within seconds, it popped free from the grip of her sphincter with a little pop. John watched the plug spring free and saw her anus spread wide open, although it was already beginning to shrink even as he watched. Without hesitation, he thrust his lower body forward, connecting the tip of his engorged cock with her puckered hole. He placed his round knob right up at her rear opening that had by now shrunk to half the width of his cock. She felt his fleshy knob rest momentarily at her anal entrance, then John unceremoniously pushed forward firmly, locking his cock head into her anus in one strong thrust. "Uuummmmppphh!" she screamed and her body tensed, trying subconsciously to repel the intruder. John grabbed a hold of her hips and held her firmly in place, just in case she changed her mind. "Relax babe ... I told you before ... just relax every muscle and it will only hurt for a minute." She moaned a little, not sounding very convinced. Undaunted, John shoved hard again and his cock managed to lodge a further inch up her rectal passageway. "Jesus ... that hurts!" "Hang in there, darling. Not much more," he lied, looking down at her exposed arse to see still four inches of his rigid shaft yet to be buried inside her. "Just hold it, please, just a minute." She half turned her head around, trying to look at him. "I do want to do it honey, but please give me a couple of minutes." She paused to draw a couple of deep breaths. "Just at the moment, it hurts like hell!" "Okay!" he agreed and they stayed stock still, with two inches of his hard cock wedged firmly up her anus. There was no risk that he would stay hard, the visual delight presented to him as he gazed down at her arse, watching her puckered hole engulfed by his organ, had him at peak arousal. About three minutes passed. With no movement, Deborah's pain had subsided and she was left with an overpowering feeling of fullness up her arse and just a dull ache from the stretched sphincter. "Do you want to try a bit more?" she asked. "Whenever you're ready." "Okay, I'll be right. Just do it, honey." Given the green light by his wife, his hands gripped her hips more firmly and he thrust his pelvis forward again. This time, his cock travelled through her prolonged scream as he buried two more inches up her arse. Pausing only for a moment, John decided to bring the process of getting up inside her to a swift conclusion, ending the agonising step-by-step stages and he shoved his cock hard one more time. His cock drove home, his tightening balls banging against her cunt lips as his entire length was embedded up her anal passage, surrounded and gripped warmly by the lining of the inside of her arse. "It's in babe! I'm right up there!" "Thank God for that," she sighed and relaxed her muscles, knowing the invasion was complete. John looked down at her stretched arse, her bent over position pulling her cheeks wide apart. He could only see his pubic hair mashed against her arse, his hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her tightest hole. Grasping her hips firmly, he pulled back his own hips and watched fascinated as more and more of his shaft appeared from her gripping anal ring. All the time, his wife whimpered from the new feelings within her body. The physical sensation on his cock was incredible. He had never had it in something quite so tight before. He watched as he managed to get all but the head of it out. He leaned over and grabbed the KY Jelly and squirted some more on his exposed shaft. Then, holding her hips tightly again, he began to push his cock back into her rectum. Deborah gave a little shriek as she realised it was coming back in. "Just relax, darling. It should get better soon!" "God, I hope so," she muttered as she felt the pain from him re-entering her. All the way in to the hilt again and his lower body was pressed firmly against the cheeks of her arse. Only a pause, then another withdrawal almost all the way out, until he just held his knob inside her, keeping her anal ring stretched tight around it. Then, pushing deep within her again. Another little shriek from Deborah, but not as high pitched as the extra KY on his shaft eased his movements inside her. John picked up a rhythm, pushing hard into her, then easing back out, watching the whole scenario, the sight of it adding sensory sensations to the enormous physical sensations he was feeling through his cock. Deborah was no longer shrieking on each entry, it had now become a soft grunt from the force of his cock plowing through her passage. Her pain had subsided and she was left with an incredible feeling of fullness and perhaps just a slight discomfort from something being forced into her rectum when normally it would be coming the other way. John picked up the pace and Deborah could tell from his breathing that he wouldn't take long now. Her body having adjusted, she was getting into the new sensations and she wanted him to know that it didn't worry her if it went on longer. "It's feeling better, honey," she managed to say between grunts. "You don't have to rush it!" "Feels fuckin' great!" he told her with feeling and his hand reached around her body to find her clit. "Ummmm!" she sighed as his fingers began massaging her little bud, all of this while his cock never missed a beat, slamming its way deep into her rectum. His fingers swirling around her clitoris was just what she needed. She responded by shoving her hips back eagerly to meet his hard thrusts against her arse. But John didn't need the extra stimulus on his cock and he groaned, telling her how close he was now. "Give it to me, John," she called back to him. "Give it up now, come up my arse! Come on!" That would do it. John was on an overload of erotic sensations. His wife urging him to finish inside her ... the sensational feeling of thrusting into such a tight channel ... and being able to so closely watch his shaft disappearing into her stretched anal ring only to appear again, over and over. Seeing as well as feeling the intense sensations was pushing him to an early finish. Knowing he would only be able to manage a few more strokes, John intensified the swirling of his fingers around Deborah's clit, the fingers swooping down to test her sore cunt and she gasped. He felt his balls tighten up, he knew that this was it. His cum was on its way. He put everything into the next stroke, shoving so hard up her arse that he nearly knocked her forward off her knees. Deborah stiffened her arms to hold herself up and shoved back at him. Then, one final thrust and he was there. His cock erupted deep inside her rectum, spraying her insides with a blast of his cum. This time there would be no withdrawal, he looked down her back to her arse and could see none of his shaft as he held his cock hard up inside her. At the base of his belly, his pubic hair was mashed against the spread of her white arse cheeks. His cock throbbed again and they both felt another splash of his cum deposited inside her. His fingers had never stopped their work on her clit, even as his climax hit and his eruptions of cum started. To the surprise of both of them, her lower body suddenly spasmed into her release. She cried out with intense pleasure as all the discomfort and fullness of his intrusion into her arse was overshadowed by the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm, spreading out from her clit and washing throughout her body. Her abdominal muscles spasmed around his spurting cock, accentuating the incredible feelings as he continued to pump his cum deep inside her arse. With her release, her arms buckled and her head and shoulders fell forward on the bed, but her husband kept a hold of both hips, keeping her arse raised, locked in sexual excess. John lay over her back, his deflating cock still wedged tightly up her arse. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Deborah decided that she liked the closeness of this experimental new sexual position that she had just given exclusively to her husband. She felt it brought her back closer to John after she had given herself so brazenly to Martin last night. As John's cock began to shrink inside her arse, he raised his upper body up to again look down on her spread arse cheeks, watching closely as he began to ease his now half-hard cock out of his wife's arse. As the head came back through her sphincter with a little pop, John watched the still gaping hole of her anal ring leaking his whitish fluid. Then, as he continued to study her arse closely, he watched her anus slowly shrinking back to its tiny rosebud state. He let go of her hips and she sagged down to lay flat on the bed. She turned her body on its side and looked up at him, "So how was my arse, John? Did you like your first time in there?" "Fuckin' great!" was all he could answer as he dropped down to lay alongside her, his right hand coming around to lay across her hip. To be continued ... look for Part 4 back in Loving Wives If you like this story, please register a vote. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 04 You will need to read the earlier parts to understand the relationships in this story, although there are only three characters. You can find parts 1 & 2 in Loving Wives while Part 3 best fitted the Anal section. The earlier parts seem to have been well received, so I hope that you enjoy this continuation of the story. If you are too lazy to go searching for Parts 1-3 and seem determined to read on straight away, I can tell you that 30 year old Martin was shattered by the death of his beloved – but nymphomaniac – wife in a car accident. He mopes around day by day, not going to work and wanking himself every night trying to match the sexual levels he enjoyed with his wife. His friend John feels sympathy for him and encourages his own wife Deborah to give sexual satisfaction to Martin. She is reluctant, but also sympathetic to Martin's widowed plight, more so when she sees Martin's huge cock – not so enormously long but thick and wide. On her second time with Martin, John hides in a closet to watch the two together. After each encounter between Deborah and Martin, she finds that sex with her own husband John has become mind-blowing too. Chapter 9 It would be another two days before Deborah's cunt was ready to receive John's loving again. But when it was, they certainly made up for lost time and they had full-on sex morning and night every day for the next week. Both acknowledged that their desire for each other was more intense because of her encounters with Martin. As for Martin, he tried to call Deborah several times over the next week, but every time he got the voicemail. He left messages telling her he would like her to call him. She noticed that he never called at night when John would be there. Silently, she worried about the probability that he would want more one-on-one experiences with her despite her telling him that it would never happen again. As for herself, despite her initial misgivings, she had truly loved the experience of having another man - with John's encouragement - and especially one with such a large cock too. But she knew that it would be dangerous for her to wish for more involvement with him. She loved John dearly and was grateful for the way that their own sex life had been revitalised after the two experiences with Martin. John confirmed to Deborah that he had heard very little from Martin, just one or two calls, including cancelling their weekly golf game on the following Saturday morning. "It would be a shame if I have lost a friend over this," said John to Deborah one evening. It was a Wednesday afternoon the week after, twelve days after the magic evening between Martin and Deborah with John watching. Life had returned to a more normal routine. Deborah arrived home around 3pm from shopping and lunch with two of her girlfriends. They had been into the city rather than just hanging out in the local shopping mall, so Deborah had dressed up a bit for the occasion. She wore a fashionable pale green knitted top with long sleeves and a scooped neck that revealed some cleavage, teamed with a checked pattern skirt that reached just above knee length. Her brown high-heeled boots came to just above her shins and did what high heels traditionally do … pushed her bum out seductively. She looked great and she felt good. As Deborah parked the car and walked up to her front door, she sensed a person approaching her house from behind her. She spun around and was surprised to see Martin, looking very casual in a tight white elasticised top that emphasised his abs and his muscular chest. He had teamed the top with fawn slacks. Deborah's first impression was how handsome he looked. "Martin…" she sort of gulped his name out, being very surprised to see him here, at her house, during the day. "What are you doing here?" "It seems to be the only way I can talk to you, I've left messages but you never return my calls." "I … err … I'm sorry about that. It's just that I felt that we should cool it for a little while. You know, not see each other at all for a few weeks. After that amazing night, I thought that we needed to cool down … try to go back to just being good friends … you know, the three of us." "You could have called me back to tell me that … but just not acknowledging me, after all that we did that night … well, it's just left me a bit flat. I'm close to relapsing back to the way I was after Mandy died." Deborah look shocked and she reached out to touch his arm. "Oh God no, Martin. Don't do that, you can't slip back. That was a terrible period in your life and you've hopefully moved on." "With your help and encouragement, I became much better. But I'm worried that I'm slipping back. I mean, I was living like a hermit, never going out, staying home and wanking every night. Then you came along and we had a couple of good nights, but now I've gone cold turkey for nearly two weeks. Deb, I'm clawing at the walls." "I am not your long-term solution, Martin. I was just a hand and then a warm body to help you get back on your feet. I am very much in love with John, I can't continue to be there for you." "Deb, I find myself thinking about you all day and night, how good you looked naked ... in your bed." "Martin, you've got to get yourself your own woman and I know you can. Goodness me, you look so good now. You're hot, you should be able to move on and find a good woman." "Hopefully I will, Deb, but that all takes time." He paused and looked around him. "Listen, can I come in, I really feel the need to talk to you." Deborah was hesitant and she too looked around, checking her neighbours to see if anyone was watching them. "I guess so, Martin … just to talk, mind you." "Yeah, sure Deb, just to talk. Thanks." She turned and continued up the path to her front door and Martin walked about two or three paces behind her, watching her arse move seductively in front of him. She fitted the key in the door and opened it, walking through the front living room and tossing her packages on a chair without stopping. Her head half turned around to call back to him as she kept moving on through the dining room and kitchen, "Get us both a drink please, I'll just be a moment, Martin. You must excuse me, I'm busting to go to the toilet." She almost broke into a run as her need to pee returned with a vengeance … she had first noticed the pressure in her bladder twenty minutes ago in the car while driving home. Talking to Martin in front of the house had momentarily distracted her, but now she was busting. 'Damn, too much wine over lunch,' she thought to herself. 'I'll never make it upstairs, I'll have to use the downstairs toilet.' She only just made it, doing her pelvic floor exercises while on the run, trying to hold back the flow as she hustled into the tiny downstairs toilet beside the laundry, casually pushing the sliding door partway closed. She grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt on each side and pulled it up so that it bunched around her waist, then slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down to her knees. She dropped backwards toward the toilet seat as her resistance gave and she felt her piss begin to flow, only just making it into the bowl as the backs of her thighs touched the seat, her bottom hovering over the gap. "Oh, too close for comfort," she said aloud to herself as the sound of her urine tinkled into the bowl. "You made it, that's good!" The male voice startled her and she looked up inside the tiny room to see Martin's face looking directly at her through the gap in the sliding door that she had not had time to close. "Oh come on Martin … fair's fair. Just give me some privacy and go and make those drinks please." There was anger in her voice as she saw his eyes look down at her indelicate feminine position above the seat. "You are even sexier when you're angry, I love it." "Get out Martin. For God's sake, is nothing sacred? Just leave me to pee in peace please." "Deborah, you are a hot woman, even when you're squatting on the toilet." "Will you just get out … let me do this in private." But instead of leaving, he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside the tiny room, standing immediately in front of her, putting her at eye level with his crotch. Deborah could see the prominent bulge in his trousers. Immediately, the memories of that fabulous night came flooding back, recalling for her an image of his monstrous cock, the one that had brought her such pleasure for several hours less than two weeks ago. Martin saw where she was looking and correctly guessed what she might be thinking. "Are you picturing the good time you had with my big cock, Deb?" "Please don't do this, Martin. I said we would just talk." "I need you, Deb … I need you badly … I need you now." "No Martin, it's not going to happen. Please get out." Her voice was raised. "John cannot give you this size Deb," he said as his hand went to the bulge in his trousers and he adjusted it so that the length of his stiff erection ran up inside his trousers, the prominent bulge reaching all the way to his belt buckle. Her eyes widened. "Should I take it out, Deb, or will you?" "For Christ's sake, stop it, Martin. No one's going to take it out. Just get out of here this minute and let me do what I have to do in peace." Her flow now finished, she rose angrily, nearly pushing him over and he fell back toward the open doorway. She turned around and reached for the toilet paper, only to find an empty roll. "Shit!" she exclaimed, looking around anxiously to see if there was a replacement roll anywhere in the tiny room. Martin reached into his pocket and took out a clean, folded handkerchief. Holding it up in front of her, he asked, "Will this do?" She gave him a look of contempt, but before she could take evasive action, his hand holding the hankie darted down and reaching between her upper thighs, he wiped it once from back to front across her mound, soaking up any residual drops. "My God, how embarrassing!" Her face flushed crimson and she resignedly reached down and pulled her panties back up, then pushed her skirt back down to cover her thighs, all the time avoiding eye contact with him. Martin just chuckled and tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket. Deborah stuck her hand out, "Give me that, I'll wash it for you." "No way," Martin told her. "It will have your scent on it, I'll treasure that since I can't have you." Seeing that she was finished and dressed again, Martin turned, pushing the door open wide and headed back in the direction of the living room. "I'll make those drinks now," he called to her over his shoulder. Deborah followed him into the living room and waited patiently while he mixed up a couple of drinks and handed one to her. "So why aren't you at work?" she asked. She sat down in a single chair, not wanting him to have the chance to sit alongside her and he selected the three-seater lounge. Deborah crossed one leg over the other, but the skirt was long enough that she didn't reveal too much of her thighs. "I had a couple of things to do this morning with my solicitor. You know, legal stuff to do with Mandy's death and her will and all." "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious why you are dressed so casually on what would normally be a work day for you." "Since I had lost so much time this morning, I decided it wasn't worth going in for half a day. I hadn't heard from you despite leaving a lot of messages so I figured I'd just call around to see if we can talk it out." "Have you been waiting long for me?" "Oh, I got here about half two, so what's that … about 45 minutes. I just sat in the car and played with myself." He smirked. "You did not, you liar." "Actually, if the truth be known, I did, Deb. I sat there in the car, looking at your house, looking up at your bedroom and recalling the great night we had and just having a quiet wank. You came a few times that night, didn't you Deb? Have you always been that orgasmic?" Her cheeks flushed red. "I wish you wouldn't talk about that night, Martin. I'm trying to forget it, to get on with my life with John." Martin ignored her request. "It's hard to ignore that night, Deb, I saw how it affected you. How many times did you come? Can you remember? Must have been six or seven." "Five, Martin … I think it was five." She regretted making the admission the moment that she uttered the words. "So you did count, eh Deb?" He smirked again. In attempting to deflect how much impact that night had on her, she almost told him that John counted, not her, but she managed to stop herself in time. She just nodded in agreement that she had counted. "I knew that the night meant something to you … it had to. I mean, I don't want to put John down, but you would have to remember the different size of my cock inside you, stirring up those five orgasms." Deborah blushed again, but she also closed her eyes briefly at the mention of Martin's cock size. He seized the opportunity that he saw. "See, I knew it. You've been thinking about it still, haven't you? Don't tell me that you want to move on with your life with John. You would love to have one more go around with Uncle Martin, wouldn't you?" She should have said no much quicker, but the timing of her hesitation gave her away. Eventually the words came out. "No Martin, I don't!" but she sounded unconvincing, even to herself. "See, I knew it. You've been avoiding talking to me, because you know you'll be tempted." He sprang to his feet, reaching a hand out to her. "Come on, we've got a few hours still until John gets home. Let's go to bed one more time … just for us, so we can both feel good." She remained seated while looking up at him. His hand was still outstretched. Her mind was spinning as her thoughts ran rampant. 'I knew this would happen if I came face to face with him again. Oh, I want to have him again so badly, but I can't betray John.' "Sit down, Martin … don't be so ridiculous." She tried desperately to sound convincing. "It will be so easy, Deb. Just take my hand and I'll lead you up the stairs. If saying yes to me is too hard, then you don't have to say anything. I can already see that you want it and right now. Just let me lead you to the bed." 'Yes, it would be so easy, I know,' she thought. 'And he's right, I know I want him and his big cock … just one more time. But John knew about it in advance last time. I would hate to tell him tonight after I had given myself to Martin again and then discover that he didn't approve.' Martin took a step forward, reaching out now to take her arm, her hand still holding the drink. He tried to encourage her body out of the lounge chair without forcing her. She did stand up, willingly going with the pressure from his arm, but then she raised her other arm to signal stop. "Martin, this is crazy, and I know you won't understand this." She paused, gathering up some more courage. "But I'm going to have to ask John." "What?" he exclaimed, his face revealing his astonishment. "I know, it will sound silly to you, but I have to Martin … I just have to." She shook her arm free of his and began to walk into the kitchen. Martin followed her. "So when can we do it if he says its okay?" She turned to look directly into his eyes and said very matter of factly: "Now … we can still do it right now … I just feel I should ask him if he would mind." Martin continued to look stunned until he saw her reach for the phone in the kitchen. "You're going to ring him at work and ask him if I can fuck you?" As she dialled John's number, she turned to him again and smiled, "Sure!" "I don't believe it!" She leaned her bottom back against the kitchen bench and continued to smile at Martin as she listened to the ringing of John's phone. "John Cooper," Deborah heard her husband's voice on the phone line and she took a reality jolt as her spur of the moment idea took shape. "Hi John, how are you?" "Deb, it's great to hear from you, but you never call me at this time of the day. What's up?" "Nothing special, John. I just wanted to hear your voice." 'Nothing special!' thought Martin. 'Is she prick teasing me?' "Well, that's a great surprise, Deb," continued John on the other end of the phone to his wife. "You never do this. I love the fact that you'd call me, just out of the blue. So how was your day?" "Wonderful, John, I went shopping with Wendy and Janice. We had a great time, tried on heaps of clothes, but you'll be very proud of me. I only spent $150 in the end." Already stunned that she would even suggest calling her husband to ask his permission for her guest to fuck her, Martin was becoming impatient as she made idle conversation on the phone. He determined to take command of the situation, stepping forward to where she leaned against the kitchen bench, phone in her hand. As she talked to her husband, her eyes held his, intently gazing at Martin. He was now in her space, only an arms length in front of her, but she didn't appear to be nervous, just kept watching Martin as she talked. "Just a couple of outfits, darling. I guess I'll have to model them for you when you get home." "I will look forward to that," said John down the line to his wife. "I won't be home till about seven, Deb. Got a late appointment here in the office." Martin reached out one hand, placing it at Deborah's waist and he felt around for a clasp that would release her skirt. He wasn't great with women's clothes, but he located it and managed to undo it, then slid down the zip. Her skirt didn't fall because she was leaning hard against the bench and the back held in place even though the front of her skirt now dipped low, revealing her bare belly and the top of her brief green panties. His other hand came forward, grasping her waist on the other side and together, both hands took hold of her hips and pulled her body forward, away from the bench. She didn't resist and her skirt, now freed, fell in a pool of cloth to the floor. His hands let her fall gently back against the bench. She now stood before him in a green knitted top with scooped neck that revealed an ample amount of the smooth tanned globes of her breasts and a lot of cleavage. The top was short, barely reaching her waist, exposing a bare midriff, with green panties and brown high-heeled shin-high boots that thrust her pelvis toward him. Her phone conversation had stalled when Martin released her skirt to expose most of her lower body and John became curious about the silence. "Deb, are you still there?" "Um … oh sorry honey … I was just a bit distracted. Listen John, I must confess that there really was a reason for calling you." "Oh really?" John's voice indicated some suspicion. "I need to ask you a big favour … I mean a really big favour." Martin's hands had now moved up from her hips and they slipped under the knitted top, each hand grasping a palm full of tit and nipple through the sleek nylon bra she wore beneath. She took in a couple of deep breaths with the sensations of his hands massaging her breasts as her husband answered. "Sure Deb, what is it you want?" "W-e-l-l!" she strung the word out as she savoured the effect Martin's hands were having on her nipples, arousing them to stiff peaks. "You know how we hadn't heard from Martin lately." "Yes, Deb, did he call you?" "Better still, John … he came by this afternoon." "Oh really? And….?" "Yes, he was here when I got home from shopping." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 04 "When was that, Deb?" asked John curiously. "Oh, only about 20 minutes ago. We've just been talking, John." "Is that all, just talking?" "Yes, just talking. Oh, wait a minute … no, he was also a very naughty boy, John." "Why Deb, what did he do that was naughty?" "He watched me pee." "Really Deb, how did that happen? Did you ask him to watch you?" "No I didn't John … that's why I said he was naughty. He followed me to the toilet, pushed the door open and just stood and watched." "Did you like having him watch you pee, Deb?" "No, it didn't do anything for me, John." "Do you think it did something for him, Deb?" "It might have, I don't know. Men are strange sometimes … you never know what seems to make them horny." "Do you know what makes me horny, Deb?" "I think I do, John. I think I'm working it out. That's why I'm calling you on the phone … now!" "Really!" "Yes, I've learnt a lot about what turns you on in the past few weeks." "Well, you're quite a surprise packet, Deb." She just giggled in response and Martin watched her close her eyes as his massaging of her breasts began to seriously arouse her. "So Deb, you were saying about Martin being a naughty boy and watching you piss." "Pee, John … I prefer the word pee." "Okay Deb, so he watched you. How did it happen? How would Martin be in a position to watch you pee?" "I was busting in the car on the way home and then when I got home, I ran into Martin waiting outside. I invited him in because he said he just wanted to talk, but then I felt the need again to pee. I knew I was never going to make it upstairs, so I used the little toilet off the laundry. I was in such a hurry that I didn't lock the door. Didn't really think I needed to … but he followed me in there." "So what happened then?" "Nothing really! He just stood there and watched me and I was pretty annoyed. I mean peeing is a personal thing and the toilet … well, that's private in there." "So you were sitting on the toilet seat and he was … what, standing in front of you?" "Yes, John. Standing in front of me." "So did he have a hard-on while he was watching you? I mean, from where you were sitting, it would have been right in front of you." This time she whispered her answer down the phone to him. "Yes John, he was hard." "What was that, Deb? I could barely hear you." Much louder this time, "Yes, John, it was hard and it was big." Deborah opened her eyes as she answered her husband and stared straight into Martin's eyes, smiling at him. "Did he take it out, Deb?" "No John, but he rearranged it better in his trousers, so that it was pointing straight up. There was a huge bulge and it almost reached his belt." "Gee, that sounds pretty big, Deb. So did anything else happen in the toilet?" "When I'd finished, there was no paper, so he used his handkerchief to wipe me." "Hmmm … that's different." "Then we went into the living room and we've just been talking since." "What have you been talking about Deb?" "About how horny he is again, he's worried that he's going back to the way he was before I helped him." "So what are you wanting to do about that, Deb? Are you tempted to help him again? Is that why you're calling me now?" Martin's hands left the massaging of her tits and grasped the bottom of her knitted top, hauling it up over her breasts to her neck. "Just a minute, John," she told her husband as both hands, including the hand holding the phone reached straight up, allowing him to pull the top over her head, leaving her body in just a see-through skin-tone nylon bra, the green panties and the high boots. She tossed her head, shaking her hair out after it was messed by the top coming over her head. Martin liked the gesture as he leant forward and clamped his mouth over one bra-covered orb. "Ummm!" she exclaimed seductively as Martin latched on and sucked. "Sorry, what were you saying John?" "I asked you what you wanted to do about Martin being horny. It seems to me that if you're calling me now at a time when you don't normally call, then you must have a plan of some kind." "Well John, I don't want to upset you … and you were very generous letting me have him that night when you went out … but … but John, would you be angry at me if I let him have me again? Like today … I mean like right now, perhaps even here in the kitchen?" "It sounds to me like you're not just doing this for him, Deb. It sounds to me like you want to fuck him as much as he wants to fuck you. Do you want his big cock again, Deb? Is that what it is? Are you craving the thick one?" "No John, I can live without it…" she protested. "Oh really?" said John disbelievingly. "Yes I can, and I have for two weeks. But since he's here … and since he's all horny and all … like, he hasn't had sex in two weeks. John, you and I have been having it every night, so imagine how you'd feel if you couldn't have me for two whole weeks." "Yes Deb, I admit I'd be crawling up the walls. But darling, you've got to have a better reason to give your body to him than just because Martin's horny. He doesn't get to have you just because he wants to. You have to want it too, Deb. I want to hear from you that you want his thick cock inside your cunt. Is that what you want, Deb?" She paused, her eyes closed, her lips apart, relishing the loving her nipples were getting from Martin's enthusiastic mouth. He had now switched to her other tit. "Deb, what's happening? Talk to me, tell me what you want, darling. If you really want him badly enough, I'll tell you it's okay with me. But I've got to hear it from you before I agree, I've got to know how much you want him." As Martin continued to apply the pressure of his lips and tongue to her nipples, one of his hands descended to her mound, taking her by surprise as she felt his fingers suddenly there at her cunt, touching her through the thin panties, finding her wet with desire. Her feet shuffled further apart, spreading her legs wide, allowing Martin unlimited access to her treasures. "Oh John, I want him now. Can I have him now honey, right this moment? Is that okay with you? Is it all right to let him shove his big cock up into me one more time?" Her voice now sounded desperate to John and he guessed that she was highly aroused. At the other end of the phone, sitting at his desk in his office, his hand resting on his own erect cock – still inside his pants - John wondered if she and Martin may have already started. "Do you still have your clothes on, Deb?" "Only my bra and panties, John … oh, and my boots. You know the long brown ones that you like, with the high heels." John had a mental picture to work with. "Where did the rest of your clothes go?" "He's been taking them off while I've been talking to you. I was fully clothed when I called you but now there's only my bra and panties left … oh, and the boots!" "Did you try to stop him from taking your clothes off?" There was a long pause before she softly told her husband, "No!" "Can I stay on the line, darling? "Yes," she whispered huskily as Martin's hand pushed her panties down to just below her cunt, giving his fingers access to her mound. "Will you tell me when he takes off your bra and panties, Deb?" "Yes!" her voice husky again. "Promise darling?" "Yes … oh yes!" Martin's fingers were now rolling over her moistened clit and John could hear his wife's breathing coming in panting gasps down the phone line. "What's happening, Deb? Don't forget to tell me … I can't see you this time. I need your words … keep talking all the time … describe what's happening." "He's … he's got … oh John, his fingers have got inside my panties … and he's sucking my nipple. Oh John, it's good … I'm feeling really good!" "I thought you said you had your bra on, Deb." "I do, he's sucking me through the bra." "Better take it off then Deb … his lips and his tongue will feel that much better on your bare skin. Take it off, Deb." Her left hand continued to hold the phone to her ear while the other hand reached around behind her back and managed to release the catch on her bra. It tumbled forward and Martin brushed it aside, his mouth closing again over one stiff nipple, now bare. "It's off, John … I took my bra off." "So now he's at your tits, Deb. Is he sucking them good?" "Yes … oh yes!" The hand that had released the bra closed around Martin's head, hugging him tighter to her breast, trying to increase the stimulation he was giving her. Now she felt his hand that had been rummaging around her clit and labia, grasp her panties and push them down her legs and she brought her legs together so they would fall the rest of the way to the floor. One foot lifted to step out of her panties and she spread her feet apart again as Martin's fingers resumed swirling around her budding clitoris, causing her to moan aloud from the sensations. "What's happening now, Deb … you keep forgetting to tell me?" "My panties, John … they're gone … my panties are off … they're on the floor somewhere." "So you must be naked now, Deb … are you naked in our kitchen? Alone with our friend Martin?" "Yes John … all my clothes are gone, I'm naked … well, nearly naked … I've still got my boots on." "Hell Deb, I can picture you now … in just your high heel boots." John was wanking away on his cock now. "Shit, that Martin is a lucky prick … he can see you looking like that … the sight of you like that will make his damn cock even bigger!" Her breathing quickened and all the signs were that an orgasm was near for her … Martin wanted to prolong her arousal. The finger that had been swirling around her clit now set out on a little journey along her wet labia lips, finding the indentation at the bottom of her labia that indicated that magic entry point to her cunt. He plunged two fingers deeply into her cunt, swirled them around a little, then withdrew them, sliding them back up to her clitoris, only to do it all again, causing her to moan out loud again. "He's … oh … he's … oh my God … his fingers are inside me, John." "So he's fingering you, is he darling?" "Yes … oh God … yes!" Her voice was husky, her breath coming in panting gasps. John could sense she was getting close and at his end of the phone his fingers unzipped his trousers and fished out his own cock. "Not as big as his cock, eh Deb? His fingers, I mean … they're not as big as that cock that you'll be feeling soon?" "No … you're right … about that. I'll have his big cock soon, John." "Sounds like you're ready, Deb. Are you ready for it now?" "Yes … I want it now." "Then tell him, Deb. Tell Martin to stick that big cock of his in you now. Go on, tell him Deb." Deborah's hand came down off Martin's head and he came up for air. She reached forward with the one hand and began tugging frantically at his belt. "Tell him, Deb. He doesn't know you're ready for it. You've got to tell him." "I want it now, Martin … can you put that big thing of yours inside me?" Deborah told both men as she managed to get the belt buckle undone, then pulled the snap on the waist of his trousers and they fell down his legs. Through the phone, John could hear Martin's voice for the first time. "I want you in bed, Deb. Let's go upstairs." "No!" screamed John frantically in Deborah's ear. "Stay on the line, darling." "Ummmmm, I will." She answered her husband before telling her lover, "No Martin, do me here, in the kitchen … now … right now!" Martin tried again. "Come on Deb, come up to bed. It's much better in bed." Deborah was emphatic. "No … it's right here … or not at all." "For Christ's sake, you two are sick puppies," Martin told Deborah, annoyed. He wanted to enjoy her body in bed again, just like that night two weeks ago. "Now Martin … I want you now," she pleaded, her hand reaching into his boxers and drawing out his thick erection. Martin was not a fan of fucking standing up, but Deborah was calling the shots … or rather, Deborah was repeating the shots that John was calling. They were both playing out another of John's fantasies and Martin was about to be the star. "I want this inside me, Martin. Please … put it in now." Martin got both of his hands around the back of her thighs and lifted her feet off the floor. Deborah threw her right arm around his neck to hold on while she stubbornly hung on to the phone with her left hand. Her arse was just barely perched on the edge of the kitchen bench and she wrapped both legs around his hips, a move that spread her cunt lips wide as she felt his thick tool poised at her entrance, ready to enter her. He nudged it forward and it spread her inner labia lips wide around the head of his cock. "Oh!" she gasped, marvelling already at the size. Deborah heard John's voice in her ear. "What's happening? You're not telling me. Is he in yet?" "Just honey … it's just…" Martin held her warm body to his as he thrust his hips forward, sinking all of the head and about two inches of his shaft into her hot recesses in one slick motion. "Oh shit!" "I guess he's in now, then?" asked John. "Some of it … oh shit, I can't believe how big he is." "It's not like it's your first time with him, Deb." "No … but I'd forgotten … I forgot just how big it feels inside me. Oh shit, it's massive." John heard Martin's voice again. "Hold steady, babe. Here's some more…" Deborah screamed as about three more inches was pushed deep up her cunt. "Christ, you're so tight babe!" Martin's voice again. "John, I might have to put the phone down … I'm going to need two hands to hang on." "Okay, but don't hang up, just place it down beside you," John shouted at her, frantic that she might cut off the call. His hand was now stroking his own cock as he listened to his wife being fucked again by his friend. She placed the receiver down on the bench so she could throw both arms around Martin's shoulders, burying her head into his neck, her lips nuzzling his skin. The two hands of Martin holding her under her arse eased their grip, allowing gravity to let her slide further down, her cunt finally sinking fully over his rampant erection. "It's in John … I've got it all … I feel stuffed full," she remembered to call out to her husband, still listening down the phone line. Martin allowed Deborah a moment or two to adjust to the extreme girth of his fat cock wedged up her cunt, then his hands held her torso steady as he began to slide his cock almost all the way out, and with a little difficulty, all the way back in. He was lifting her whole body up until it almost slid off the top of his cock, and then he was letting her go and the weight of her body was sliding her down over his shaft. Again and again, they mutually enjoyed the ultimate intimate joining of two eager bodies. Neither of them was too crazy about this position, but Deborah persisted, doing it this way more for John, so that he could hear their sounds down the phone line. It's not like there wasn't a phone upstairs, beside the bed. But she figured that the mood might have been lost if they had gone up to the bedroom and switched phones. Deborah was doing this for John, he had sounded very excited on the end of the phone line and she knew that he would be wanking himself as he listened to them. Deborah had been close to coming when Martin had two fingers foraging around in her cunt, so she was already close when Martin lowered her onto his massive shaft. It didn't take long for all that movement, directly on her g-spot and brushing her clit, to bring it on for her. John sat in his office, his hand pumping his cock under the desk while he listened to his wife getting off again with his good friend. Although she no longer held the phone at her end, John could clearly hear her gasping and heavy breathing on every stroke that Martin pounded into her. John knew it wouldn't be long and he tried to pace his own cumming to match his wife's orgasm. John had heard his wife cum so often that he knew just how close she was by the sounds of her gasps and groans and he gave his cock two or three final hard tugs to push himself over the top. His cum splattered up at the underside of his desk as he gained his relief while on the other end of the phone, he could hear his wife moaning through her orgasmic frenzy. John tried to imagine the feelings that Martin would be experiencing as Deborah's vaginal muscles clamped and spasmed tightly around his cock head. The phone line went dead and John presumed that Martin had taken the opportunity to hang up on him while Deborah was lost in her orgasmic bliss. Back at the house, Martin perched her arse on the bench, his shaft tightly embedded in her cunt. He was nowhere near ready to cum yet, but he allowed Deborah time to come down from her first climax. At last, she opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his. "Is that it? Did you come?" Martin answered by thrusting his hips forward, this move with himself lodged deep inside her, had the effect of shoving her further back onto the kitchen bench. She felt the fullness of his erection within her and knew that he was yet to come. "I guess not," she sighed, tightening her arms around his shoulders, hugging herself to his muscular frame. "I love your big cock." "I thought you might … that's why I came over." "I'm glad you did … I was silly to deny myself this," she said, tightening her vaginal muscles around his shaft for effect. "What was that charade with John all about?" "Oh that … I'm sorry, but I just figured that I owed it to him to know what we were doing here. In the last few weeks, I have discovered that he has this weird voyeur streak. He seems to get a kick out of sharing me with you, so long as he can watch it or hear about it after." "What do you mean watch it?" Deborah was caught out, in the aftermath of their passion, she wasn't thinking straight and had let the word watch slip out. "No, I mean watch me as I tell him about you fucking me." "You don't mean that … you said watch. Was he somewhere watching that night we were together up in your bed? Did he have a camera there?" Deborah realised that she had said too much, she couldn't think quickly enough to talk her way out of her revelation. "I'm sorry, Martin … John insisted. I just went along with it because that was the only way he would let me have you." "What was it, a camera or was he watching us through the door?" "He was in the closet," Deborah told him ashamedly. "Wow, he's a strange one. So you were just performing for him with me?" "No Martin, that's not true. I really got into it. I mean, I knew he was there when we first went up, but after all that effort that we took to get this wonderful beast inside me…" She clamped the muscles in her groin around him again to emphasise her point. "…then I just forgot he was there. I was embarrassed really … when I thought about it later, I was afraid that I might have been a bit too enthusiastic in giving myself to you so completely." "Did he mind how you threw yourself into it?" "I don't think so. Everybody got what they wanted. He's obviously got this thing about watching me with you, he tells me it's a popular fantasy for a lot of guys. And you got to feel a willing woman's body again after so long without." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 04 "More than just a willing woman's body … it was the willing body of a good friend … and you were hot." "Thanks! I got something out of it too, I got to feel what a big one is really like. I had always wondered … girlfriends talk about that sort of thing, but some of it is exaggeration. I have to say that it was even better than Mandy had described." "Deb, we're not done yet. Let's take this upstairs. I want you in your bed now." "That's good … so do I!" She expected he would leave her sitting perched on the bench while he slid his cock out. But instead, he got his hands around her arse and lifted her. Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she realised that he was intending to carry her, with her body suspended over the top of his cock. "Oh my God, you better put me down. I'll be too heavy. You don't want to break something." "It's okay," Martin told her as he carried her out of the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs. She felt every step he took as it jolted his cock inside her cunt. "Feels great," she said, her head nestled against his neck, her arms clinging to him, wrapped around his neck. "This bit might be harder," he said as they reached the stairs. Carefully, he took one step up, balancing her precariously on his shaft. Then a second step, and a third. It was okay, he found that if he took it slowly, he could negotiate the steps without dropping her. Just as well that he worked out in the gym regularly. He reached the top of the stairs safely and walked her into her bedroom, going right up to the edge of the bed. With his knees braced against the bed, he leaned forward. Deborah felt herself falling backwards and tensed. "Don't drop me!" Martin took one hand off her arse and held it out to brace himself when they dropped. Half a metre off the bed, he let himself fall forward and Deborah fell back onto the bed, Martin – joined to her – coming down on top of her. "Ugggghhh!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed her into the mattress. "You okay? He asked, concerned. "Yeah, just took my breath away. My God, I can't believe that you're still in me." "I sure am, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to enjoy this." His feet had left the floor, but they were still hanging off the side of the bed. He needed to get them both further onto the bed so his knees could get a grip for him to drive himself into her. They managed to shuffle their joined bodies until they were both in full contact with the bed. "That's better … now let's both enjoy this without anyone watching." "Okay," she told him, pushing her hips up to meet him, signalling her surrender to let him take her fully. So began a magical hour for them both. Martin proudly maintained his control, despite not having had sex for two weeks, he pounded his giant cock into Deborah's eager and willing cunt. She took it all and responded with enthusiasm, reeling off one orgasm after another. Martin counted each one aloud. When he announced "That's five," she laughed. "You've tied the record," he told her proudly. "Don't you want to come, Martin?" "Desperately babe … my balls are aching." "Well, do it. You don't have to prove you're some super stud for me. I just love the feel of you tucked up inside me, filling me like I've never been filled before. But I'm exhausted now … I really just want you to cum and then we can hold each other for awhile." "Okay, here I come," Martin told her, but he lied. He did desperately want to finish, but he had this ego thing going, he wanted to give her one last orgasm to outdo his previous time in bed with her. So he steeled himself to resist the desperate physical sensations he felt as her cunt tightened, urging him to release his load into her. On and on he plunged his hard and thick tool into her velvety sheath. He could feel his balls tightening and he knew that this time he wouldn't be able to hold his cum back. She was not showing any sign of reaching number six, her breathing sounded normal as she lay spread beneath him, her eyes gazing lovingly into his as his cock pummelled her. Resignedly, Martin gave up his resistance and allowed his balls to release their liquid package into his shaft. Having given up holding back, Martin plunged harder and deeper, determined to extract the maximum feelings for them both when he came. "Oh shit Deb, you're a great fuck," he screamed out so romantically as he committed to his last few thrusts, feeling his cum travelling up his shaft, about to burst out into her body. "Now Martin, now!" was all she said as her body suddenly jerked into a shuddering climax, one with little build-up that neither of them felt was coming. Deborah's sixth coming blended in with Martin's only one as his cock spurted its liquid contents deep into her cunt. Their bodies lay locked tightly together as his cock jerkily delivered its life-giving elixir into her receptive body and she clung to him, her legs locked over the back of his thighs, so she could feel every spasm, every pulsing spurt that hit her cervix. At last, they were still. He was heavy, lying atop her, but she didn't want to complain. She had willingly given him her body to mould and play with … and he had delivered all the pleasure that she could possibly want. "It's a new Deborah record," he announced proudly. "I don't know how … I wasn't expecting that last one. It just snuck up on me." "They can be the best kind, can't they?" "Yeah, I guess so." He withdrew his shaft from her and she felt every ridge of his cock as it slipped from her grasping cunt. She closed her eyes to better savour the sensations coursing through her body. Then he rolled off her, allowing her to breathe better with his weight gone. But she wanted his closeness and she rolled over to cling to his body as he flopped beside her on the bed. "Can you stay a bit longer?" "Sure, as long as you want. But what about John?" "He said he wouldn't be home until seven tonight." She looked across at the bedside clock. "It's only four thirty now, we've got heaps of time." They both gave in to the drowsy state of their bodies and they slumbered easily together. Chapter 10 Deborah woke with a start, it was getting dark outside. She looked at the clock … 6.30. John would be home soon. Her movement on the bed stirred Martin awake too and he immediately leaned over and kissed her, long and lingering with a degree of tongue activity. Deborah loved this instant sign of passion and she folded her arms around his neck and head again. "I better be going," he said as the kiss ended. "No, not yet," she said, holding him against her warm body. "But John will be home soon." "That's okay, he knows you're here … and he knows what we're doing." She lifted her racked body and threw her leg across his body, lifting herself up into a sitting position atop him, her arse coming down right on his groin, his cock now flaccid. "Have you got just a bit more for me?" She gave him a seductive pouting look. "You are becoming insatiable, have I released another Mandy?" She reached beneath her and took hold of his cock, rubbing it along her outer lips as she lifted her body up, straddling his. "If I am becoming another Mandy, you can understand why … it's this blessed cock of yours. God, I love it." Martin reached his hands up and began massaging her perfectly shaped tits that curved like a ski jump, the nipples being the jump-off point. He drew the nipples out to an erect state. Beneath her body, they could both feel the effect that rubbing his cock along her cunt lips was having … he was growing solid very quickly. There was moisture too, her juices now flowing again. Realising that time was against them, Deborah couldn't wait for a full erection and she lowered her body and crammed his cock head into her cunt in one swift movement. The heat from within her cunt was all that was needed and Martin's cock quickly responded, growing inside her passage to a full erection. Deborah took control immediately and began sliding her body up and down his hard shaft. Her cunt had by now fully adjusted to his size and she had little difficulty with it. She half closed her eyes, savouring the sensual feel of his massive cock as it sliced through her soft tissue. With his hands manipulating her breasts and her engorged nipples and his cock plowing into her, she was not surprised when she so soon felt the rumblings within her of an impending orgasm. She just maintained her pace and rhythm, allowing herself to go with it and let it run its course, her body jerking spasmodically atop his rigid shaft, then collapsing over him. When she had extracted every drop of pleasure from that release, Deborah lifted her body upright again and pressed on. "Come with me, Martin, please." She used the muscles around her vagina, clamping and tightening around his shaft as she slid up and down on him. "Don't control it now, I know you did that last time, and it was good. But just let go, I want you to cum again with me." She was kicking into overdrive again, her breathing laboured and her gasping moans telling him that she was headed for another release. "Now Martin … give it to me now. We might never do this again, so make it special … n-o-w." Her orgasm peaked and she shrieked out, "Come with me now, Martin." As much as he wanted to stretch out his pleasure, he knew that at any moment, John could interrupt them. So he gave in to the magical sensations that her cunt was bestowing on his cock and he thrust upward hard into her … five, ten, fifteen times and that was all it took. His cum was released, spurting deep into her cunt as she slumped over him, her own spasms diminishing as his pulsing finish completed their union. Unknown to the carnal couple in the bedroom, John had walked into his home, just as Deborah was screaming out, "Come with me now, Martin." He crept quietly up the stairs and stood at the open bedroom doorway, watching his wife sitting dominantly atop his best friend while his friend pumped his creamy release into her welcoming body. When he saw Deborah's exhausted body slump down over Martin, he knew that there was nothing more to watch here. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost seven … he had talked to his wife just before four. 'Have they been at it all that time … surely not?' he thought as he made his way back downstairs to his living room, poured himself a drink and sat down to watch the TV news. It would be fifteen minutes later when Martin appeared in the doorway. "Hi John," he said, looking rather tired. "When did you get in?" "Just in time to see you pumping your cum into my wife. It sure looked like she was enjoying herself … was she good for you?" "She is heaven, John. That body is pure heaven. Her perfect tits, I could touch and kiss them all day … and as for her tight cunt." His eyes rolled back expressively. "John, you are a very lucky man." "I know, she is everything I could wish for. She seems to like your cock, Martin." "Err … yes. I think she does. Only because its different, John. Don't worry … I know she loves you very much." "Martin, I'm quite okay with it … I haven't minded you borrowing Deb while you get yourself back on your feet. But listen, you better start looking for a good woman of your own. I have only so much generosity." "Yes, sure John … I will, very soon." "Martin, are you right for golf on Saturday?" "Err … yes. Of course, tee off at eight, eh?" "Sounds good to me. You can see yourself out, eh Martin?" "Certainly, John … and thanks … you know, thanks for everything … I mean, today and last week … I really do appreciate it. You're a good friend … and so is Deb." "You're welcome, Martin." John stood and switched off the TV. "Guess it's my turn now," he said, taking off his coat and tie as he headed for the hallway. Martin let himself out of the house. John climbed the stairs and walked to his bedroom. The dark of night had fallen outside, but in his bedroom, the bedside lamps were on. In the glow of the light, his wife lay spread out in the middle of their double bed, her eyes closed. Her arms lay stretched out to each side and her legs were spread wide apart, almost obscenely, revealing lots of pink bits between the tops of her thighs. As he reached the side of the bed, John could see Martin's semen leaking from her cunt lips onto the sheet. John unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor in a pool around his feet. He stepped out of them while unbuttoning his shirt. Deborah heard the sounds of his clothing coming off and opened her eyes, turning her head to look at her husband. "Hello John, when did you get in?" "Oh, about twenty minutes ago. Just in time to see you riding Martin and urging him to come." His head nodded toward her dripping cunt. "It would appear that he did." "Ummm! It was so nice, John … he is a very considerate lover … as you are too." She managed to say it quickly so the last bit didn't sound like an after-thought. "I want to thank you for being so understanding. You are a good man!" "Well, I'm also a very horny one," he said as he dropped his underpants and revealed his standard sized cock, fully erect. "No excuses about being sore this time darling. I want to be in your cunt now." Her husband clambered onto the bed and quickly moved his body over hers, fitting his legs between her spread thighs. She felt the tip of his cock gently touch her outer lips. "I'm ready, John … if you can't wait," she told him as she wrapped her arms around his back. "A quickie for me first, Deb … just to catch up with you … and then I want to hear about everything that happened in this house over the past three hours." "Okay," she said as the head of his cock nudged forward, slicing easily into her ravaged cunt and she folded her legs up and over his arse. John pictured her probably having made the same locking move with Martin in this same bed less than three hours ago. But rather than dwell on that image, he became lost in the sensual delights of the moment as his cock sank into her and she began to hump her body back up at him. 'She has become a better lover from her experiences with Martin,' he thought as he rapidly thrust his cock into her depths, seeking the quick release he so desperately desired. They didn't eat dinner that night … John had the two minute quickie that he craved after standing at the bedroom door, watching the end of her session with Martin. Then, he insisted that Deborah had to tell him every minute detail of her three hours with Martin. By the time she revealed that she had come seven times in her marathon fucking session, John's cock was up again. This time, he made love to his wife slowly and deliberately with heaps of foreplay. While he could only get her to come twice before he shot his final load for the night into her, they were both well satisfied and slept soundly, spooned together. Deborah feared that she would hear from Martin again soon after she had let him have her again, but he didn't call the rest of that week. He did call John on Friday afternoon, but only to check that their golf game was still on for Saturday morning. Chapter 11 Saturday dawned fine and John kissed his wife goodbye and headed off to the course around 7am, looking forward to playing a round of golf with his buddy. Since he had allowed Martin to fuck his wife two weeks ago and again earlier this week, their friendship hadn't quite been the same and John was eager to resume their weekly game together. On the fifth tee, a par three, they had to wait for the group ahead to clear the green. Since John tended to hook his shots and Martin sliced his, they had not spent much of the first four holes walking together. Now was John's opportunity. "So Martin, how's your social life going? I know it's been tough getting over Mandy's death, but have you started to get out yet?" "As a matter of fact, John. I went out with a friend Thursday night and we got around to a couple of bars, then took in a nightclub. Would you believe, I hooked up with a lovely young woman, a very attractive redhead. And I do mean young, she's only 25, works in a law office, seems pretty smart. We danced a bit in one of the clubs, then we went somewhere quiet for coffee, talked for over an hour." "Where was the somewhere quiet? Her place or yours?" "No John, it wasn't like that. I never made a move on her. I'm still a bit gun shy after Mandy, so I thought I'd take it slow, get to know her a bit before I get too involved. Anyway, we got on so well that we're both keen to hook up again. It probably would have been last night, but I knew I had to be up early for golf and I didn't want to cancel. You might have thought that I was cancelling because of Deb and I getting it off the other day. I didn't want you to think that." "So when are you going to see her?" "Tomorrow John … she's invited me over to her place." "Sounds promising … good luck with her." "She'll need to be good … after Mandy and Deb, I mean." John had been looking for a chance to introduce the subject of his wife into the conversation and he was about to say something when Martin noticed the group ahead calling them through. "John, look, they're waving to us that the green is clear. I better tee up." It was not until they got to the 13th tee that they were again delayed and John grabbed the opportunity to bring up Martin's two sex sessions with Deborah. "Martin, you said that you've become a bit gun shy after Mandy's death. But you didn't seem too gun shy where my wife is concerned." Martin turned to look at John, unsure of how John was feeling about Martin's two lengthy sessions in bed with Deborah. "I'm sorry, John. Are you upset? Deborah gave me the impression that you were okay – almost encouraging - about me getting it off with her. I certainly don't want to mess up our friendship." "No Martin, please don't get me wrong. It may have come out sounding a bit like a complaint, but I was just comparing your attitude about fucking this new girl you've met to the speed with which you jumped into bed with my Deb." "Well, I guess that's because I've known Deb for a long while, even though we'd never been intimate before. It's just that when she turned up with a hot dinner that first night and I was so horny from wanking and not being able to come … she was so sympathetic to my situation. I suppose I did put a bit of pressure on her to get her to wank me. But her hand felt so good and she seemed so supportive … and then she suggested that you were okay about it." "I guess you could say that I did give that impression." "And then on the Friday night at your house … well, all the green lights were flashing. You were going out and she was dressed like a sexpot. What else was I going to do? So I just went for it, so to speak. I certainly didn't mean to upset you. Anyway, you can't be so high and mighty … you were sneaking around in the closet, watching us … you old perv!" "Yes, well … that's just something that I wanted to try. Martin, I'm really okay about you and Deb. I don't think I'd want it to become a permanent arrangement, but it's obvious that I do have a bit of a kink about watching and hearing her have sex with someone that I approve of." "I don't know if I should be mad at you for doing that and not telling me." "Martin, don't go playing the aggrieved lover who's been used. You certainly got your kicks that night. Let's just say we both came away happy." Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 04 "What is it though, John? Why do you sit in the dark and watch … why not just speak up and suggest a threesome?" "I don't know, Martin … that didn't really appeal to me. I've just had this thing for a while where I wanted to watch her getting fucked by someone we knew … someone who wouldn't be cruel or hurtful to her." "Had you ever told her about it?" "No Martin, it was just a secret thing I had … I don't know, call it a fetish or a kink, I just wanted to watch. I had read about lots of men having this thing … I just wanted to try it too." "So did you get something out of it?" "It was very exciting … I would even say extremely exciting, I loved every minute of it." "I'm sorry, John … but I still don't get it." "Deborah is the woman I love dearly, but I'm a fair bit older than her … Martin, I'm 45, she's only 28, there's 17 years difference between us. I know that I can please her and she usually comes when we're making love. But I've had this thing about seeing a man of her own age make love to her … just to see how different it would be … how she would react to him. I guess that the big cock thing comes into it too." "So what about last Wednesday then … how did you feel about that? You couldn't watch, but you listened. At least, for a while." "That was quite unexpected … but it turned out to be equally exciting. Last Wednesday, when I was sitting in my office and Deb called and started describing things, I was able to visualise them so clearly because I had previously watched you two go at it. So when she talked about your big cock, I could picture it slicing into her cunt." "You're a strange man, John. I'm afraid it's not my scene." "I told you Martin, I've read about this. There's a lot of men, I means lots and lots, who are into watching … or at least hearing about their wife being fucked by another man. It's a turn-on for us." "So John, now that you've watched and listened to Deborah and I, how does a threesome interest you? A menage a trois, John?" "I don't like the word threesome, Martin, because I don't want to get too close to your cock. I want you to know that homo stuff doesn't interest me." "I didn't mean that John. What I meant was, both of us giving Deborah an afternoon of unforgettable fucking. You see, with two of us fucking her, one after the other, then she wouldn't have to wait for male recovery time." "I don't know if she'd go for that, Martin." "I can't see why not, John! She's always been a willing and keen bed-mate to you, her husband … and in the past two weeks, she has shown herself to be really keen to get it off with me. So let's offer her the two of us, in the same bed, for hours on end. That way, you get to watch and you get to participate … your two favourite things with the woman you love." "I don't know, Martin. When are you suggesting this might happen? After all, you've just been telling me that you may have found a new woman." "No time like the present, John. What about we cut short our drinks at the 19th hole and go spend the rest of the day with Deborah? It might be my last chance. As I told you, I'm meeting Diana – did I tell you her name? That's the lady I met Thursday night, we're hooking up for lunch tomorrow. After tomorrow, I might only have eyes for Diana." Martin saw that John's eyes had lit up, probably in anticipation of his sexual desires moving to a new level. Martin also noticed that the golfers behind them were calling out to them, trying to get their attention. The green ahead had cleared and Martin and John were so into their conversation that they were holding up play. "Come on John, we better get moving, we've got the group behind us getting anxious. What about you call Deb the next time play stops and suggest that we both come back to your house?" "Yeah, sure! Sounds quite promising." They played on and it took only two more holes before they were again delayed by the foursome in front of them. "Call her now, John," urged Martin. John reached for his cell phone and dialled his home number. His heart pounded with excitement as he heard Deborah answer. "Hello, Deborah Cooper." "Deb honey, it's me!" "John, what are you calling for? You're not finished playing already, are you?" "No Deb, we're only at the 15th. Listen honey, Martin and I have been talking about … you know, about the events of the past two weeks … about how you and he have enjoyed having sex together, and also about me, and how I like to watch…" "Where's this heading, John? What are you two cooking up?" "Well … Martin, err … Martin sort of suggested that all three of us might get together…" "God no, John … what is this? I really am finding out things about you that I didn't know. Do you want him now, do you?" "Deb, I'm not talking about me with Martin … what I'm suggesting is that since you've enjoyed fucking him, that we could have an afternoon and evening and you could have both of us, one after the other, perhaps a couple of times each with us. How does that sound?" There was a long pause as Martin looked expectantly at John, searching for a clue on his face as to how Deborah was reacting to the proposal. At last she answered John. "Is this Martin's idea?" "Yes Deb, Martin did suggest it, but I thought that it sounded pretty good. I think Martin wants to get me out of the closet, so to speak." "I knew it would be Martin's idea, he'll come up with any excuse to get that bloody big cock of his into me again." "So what are you saying, Deb? Don't you want to do it with him anymore?" "No John, I didn't say that. I was just guessing that he was looking for any chance to keep coming around, even if it means having you laying there alongside us." "Deb, the idea is that we'll both have you, not just him. I'm quite happy about it, so long as you are. And despite what you might think about him, it might be the last time. It seems that he met a nice young woman last night, he's seeing her for lunch tomorrow." "That's great, I'm really happy for him. So when do you two rogues plan to have this threesome with me?" "Starting in about two hours, Deb. We're at the 15th hole now. Possibly take us about an hour to finish at the rate this has been going today. Then we'll have a quick lunch and a couple of beers … should be home around two. Is that okay with you?" "Err … I guess so! Actually, I was only thinking how randy I was about an hour ago. You two might just have what I need." "How about you put something raunchy on, you know, lacy lingerie, that sort of thing." "Okay! I can't believe how our marriage keeps heading off in different directions. Now John, you are sure about this, aren't you? You're not just caught up in the moment, are you? Will you be alright about lying that close alongside me while Martin has me?" "Deb, I've got a hard-on already." "I'll bet you have! Okay then, see you both about two." John smiled and nodded to his golfing buddy. "Looks like our afternoon and evening is set." Martin raised his hand and high-fived John, a huge smile on both their faces as they each contemplated the sexual delights that lay ahead. "Come on, let's hurry this group along," said Martin as he placed his ball on the tee and quickly drove it down the fairway, yelling "Fore!" as the group ahead scattered in front of the oncoming drive. Chapter 12 As soon as Deborah put the phone down, she sat for a moment to contemplate her decision. Yes, she figured that she was up for this, but she did hope that John could cope with being so close to she and Martin when they were wound up. Her multi-orgasm sessions with Martin had certainly become quite a wild and frantic encounter and she feared that John may get a different perspective lying inches away instead of sitting across the room in a darkened closet. 'No turning back now,' she thought as she stripped off her sweatshirt and jeans and headed for the bathroom to shower. She spent a long time soaping all of her openings and cleavages and crevices. When she was satisfied that she was squeaky clean and when she had aroused the little man in the boat to a stiffened nub as pre-arousal, she turned off the water and stepped out to dry herself off. Having dabbed herself dry with the towel, leaving her body slightly damp, Deborah sat at her dressing table to apply some make-up and perfume. Then she opened the drawers and selected a tiny wispy pair of pastel-blue panties and stood to draw them up her long legs. Then she picked up a half-cup bra that when attached to her body, barely covered the aroused nipples on her perfect breasts. Next, she went to the closet, sliding open the mirrored door that her husband had hid behind just two weeks ago and her mind reflected the excitement she felt on that evening. Deborah selected a flowing transparent negligee and wrapped it around her shoulders, closing the door so that she could admire her sexy appearance in the mirror. The mauve negligee was so transparent that her knickers and bra could be easily seen through it, adorning her otherwise totally bare tanned body. She looked to the bedside table and noted that the time was only 1.00, still an hour away from her rendezvous, jointly with her husband and her lover. The thought thrilled her and she reflected on her recent sexual awakening and how much she had enjoyed coupling with Martin. She pondered whether maybe she had all along wanted to share their marital bed with a third person and just not realised it. With still an hour to go, Deborah floated downstairs in her skimpy attire, feeling very good about the way she would look to the two men in her life when they came through the front door. She went into the living room and over to the bar where she poured herself a drink, then to the lounge where she sat with a magazine to pass the time until the men's arrival home. Two o'clock was greeted with a chime from the old fashioned clock on the mantle and she went to the window and looked out to the street expectantly. There was no sign yet of Martin's car, so Deborah roamed back to the lounge and flopped down. Her hand drifted between the filmy folds of her negligee and her fingers softly touched her mound through the soft pastel blue knickers. Her fingers came away damp and she was surprised that she could already be that wet with anticipation of the loving to come. It was 2.15 before she heard the car pulling into the driveway and she put down her magazine, touched her hair to make sure she looked good. Standing, she arranged the folds of the negligee and looked about her, puzzling as to how and where she should stand to best tease the men when they entered. She noticed the sun was streaming in the windows at the side of the house so she moved to stand in front of those windows. John opened the front door and stood back for Martin to enter. Just off the hallway to the left was the living room where Deborah was waiting … Martin and then John right behind him, turned into that room. The side window, bathing the room in sunlight, was directly across the room in front of them as the two men entered the room. Deborah stood a few feet in front of that window, the sunlight at her back, her body completely silhouetted, her feet spread slightly apart. The men paused in the doorway, taking in the vision before them. They stood in awe at the sight of her fine lines, her statuesque legs, the thin calves and then the thighs thickening up to the bit where the inner thighs almost touched and then separated beneath her cunt to allow some more light through. "Wow, you look great, Deb!" enthused Martin. "Here here to that," added John. "Thank you, my men," said Deborah softly, then pirouetted once for them, the negligee billowing out as she walked away from the sun's back-lighting and came under the effect of the room lights. The men could now make out the bra and panties through her flimsy outer garment and both gave a collective sigh of approval. "You look sensational, honey," her husband told her as he stepped forward to take possession of his attractive wife. His arms folded around her and she raised her face and her lips to accept the kiss that he was eager to bestow on her. It was open-mouthed and filled with passion and as he hugged her body to him, she felt his raging hard-on. Not to be left out, Martin moved toward the couple. Deborah sensed movement near her, but her eyes were closed, soaking up the intense passion in John's kiss. The first that she knew that Martin had moved around behind her was when she felt his huge cock, obviously fully erect, nudging between the cheeks of her arse. The rest of his body closed in on her and she was sandwiched between the two men, Martin reaching between Deborah and John so that both of his hands could take hold of her tits. Deborah had one hand on her husband's arse, holding his lower body tightly to hers, while her other hand reached around behind her, grasping Martin's arse to pull his body close against her arse. She need not have bothered, Martin ensured that the length of him was pressed up tight against the back of her body. John's kiss had been long and intense, but eventually the couple had to break for air. Breathlessly, she told the men, "I can feel that this afternoon is going to be different from any in my life … so what happens now?" John looked across the top of his wife's head toward his friend, standing immediately behind her, "There's nothing to keep us down here, right Martin?" Martin nodded, "No, I'd say we go on upstairs to your bedroom, guys." John pulled away and taking his wife's hand, he led the way toward the stairs. Deborah stretched her other hand out behind her, indicating to Martin that he should take it and he did, following a step or two behind, admiring the sensual movement of her arse as she walked in high heels. All three climbed the stairs in single file. "Do you guys need to take a shower? I don't mean together!" Deborah asked them. John answered her. "No honey, we showered at the Golf Club. We're all ready to go." "That's good, I don't think I want to wait any longer." "Are you excited about this, Deb?" John asked. "Yes, I am! I really am!" Deborah paused at the doorway to their bedroom and looked straight into John's eyes. "If you find that you can't handle any of this, just tell me … you promise John? I don't want you to feel bad about anything, okay?" "Deb, I'm cool! I'm quite okay, I want this!" "Okay then," responded Deborah and she stepped inside their bedroom, walking straight across to their bed and pulled down the top sheet. She moved onto the bed, getting on her knees to get to the middle where she turned, her arse pointed at the two men and smiling seductively, she fell onto her back. "Who's first?" John and Martin had followed Deborah into the room and now they stood together on the same side of the bed, switching from watching Deborah to looking at each other, wondering where to start. "We didn't have a plan for this," said John. "Do we toss a coin?" "You better not, or I'm out of here," an indignant Deborah told him. Martin offered up a suggestion. "Let's just get one on each side of Deb and kind of see what happens. John, do you have a favourite side?" "I normally sleep over there by the window." "Well then, how about you go around the bed and get on that side, John … and I'll just lay here." By the time that John made it around the bed, Martin was laying alongside Deborah … his face moving in quickly toward Deborah, his lips devouring hers, his hand slipping onto her belly, his fingers urging her negligee to gap open just below her waist. On the other side of Deborah, John lay down on his right side, facing the other two with his right hand holding up his head so he could watch his friend and his wife passionately kissing from just inches away. His eyes roamed down Deborah's body and he saw that Martin's hand had slipped between the folds of her negligee and had moved up to caress the breast nearest to him. Instinctively, John reached out and touched her left breast, over her filmy gown. His palm ground her orb sensually and he thought he heard her moan through Martin's kiss. Soon, John slipped his hand into the now widening gap in the front of her negligee, separating it more. Both men each had a breast in the palm of one hand and Deborah was making whimpering sounds that implied she loved it. Martin's lips continued to ensure that she couldn't speak as their tongue-on-tongue kiss deepened. The only sounds in the room were the moans of passion, particularly from Martin and Deborah, but they were stifled by their lips being so tightly sealed. When at last they broke the kiss, Deborah's breathing was heavy with lust. "This bra opens at the front," she said, pausing, her hands down by her side. "Can one of you open it … I want to feel your hands on my bare tits." Martin took the lead and moved his hands to release the clasp between the two cups of her bra. Then he pushed the material off the breast nearest him and his mouth immediately closed over her breast and his tongue went to work around her areole, his teeth just grazing her nipple to add to the excitement. Following the lead, John did exactly as Martin had done, only to her left breast. Her arms lifted from her sides and each hand went to the back of the head nearest, her fingers roaming through their hair, her palms pushing the two heads harder onto her breasts as her moaning became more audible. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Deborah was so aroused that her pelvis was now raising itself off the bed, searching for contact to quell the flames burning within her cunt. Martin spotted it first and his hand moved down, parting her negligee more and stroking his fingers teasingly up from her knee to the top of her thigh, stopping just short of the material at the crotch of her pastel blue panties. "Touch me!" she said between moans of pleasure. Her body was now writhing with her pelvis constantly moving in search of male contact. Hearing her second plea of "Touch me!" John opened his eyes and saw what Martin was doing. His left hand went straight to her left leg and his fingers too began teasingly caressing her inner thigh. "I want someone in me now!" Deborah commanded, raising her voice, anxious to appease the sensual desires raging through her whole body, the men's joint kissing of her breasts and fingers on her thighs driving her lower body into a frenzy. After both men had made several teasing passes, each time stopping just before contact with her mound, at last, one hand didn't stop at the top of her thigh. It carried on between her widely spread thighs to touch the wet material of her silky panties that barely covered her mound. Deborah cried out in relief, not caring whose hand, just grateful for the touch. "Uunnnhhhh … yes … oh, yes!" Someone's voice, muffled by their lips still being connected to her breast, said: "God, she's wet! Deb, you are hot for it!" "Oh yes … don't tease me! One of you please … I need one of you in me now!" The hand at her crotch briefly kneaded her now erect clitoral bud through the material of her panties, then left, causing her pelvis to lift up clear of the bed in pursuit. Next, she felt hands at either side of her hips, tugging her panties off. "Yes … take them off! I want to feel a cock down there!" Slowly, teasingly, the panties were dragged down her legs, over her ankles that temporarily brought her legs together. When the panties were gone, her legs lewdly spread themselves wide apart again and her pelvis lifted up clear of the bed. Borrowing His Friend's Wife Pt. 04 There was movement on the bed. Martin shifted, getting down between her constantly moving legs, planting soft kisses on her inner thighs as his head moved closer to her mound. John's hand had moved aside from her thigh to grant Martin's mouth full access down there. So John's hand slipped up to massage the breast that had been left bare when Martin's mouth deserted it to travel south. John's lips and tongue and teeth continued their assault on Deborah's left breast while Martin moved his hands to the tops of her thighs to steady her writhing pelvis while he got his head between her legs and his lips formed an "o" around her clitoris. It started out as a wide "o" covering most of the area, then his lips gradually closed over the clit, sucking it into his mouth where his tongue savaged it. Deborah screamed out in ecstasy as the loving of her body intensified. Martin knew that she was in heat, becoming almost delirious from the desire and arousal caused by the two men. His immediate mission was to bring her to one of her earth-shattering orgasms and quickly, so he gave up the teasing … the pretence of stringing it out. He used the flat part of his tongue to make a series of broad sweeps across her clit from bottom to top. These steady strokes brought her to a peak and when Martin detected she was ready, he closed his lips over her clit and sucked strongly while wiggling the tip of his tongue until her lower body suddenly exploded. That mission was helped along in no small part by John's lips, tongue and teeth at her nipples. Her gasping breaths, her hurried moans all told the story, but the most obvious sign to the two men was her lower body lifting clear off the bed … she was in blissful release and she took Martin's head - wedged between her thighs - with her. The spasms rocking her body caused her to twist and writhe her body up and around, but whichever way she went, Deborah couldn't shake off the two mouths that had brought her this ecstasy. The orgasm was sensational and as intense as any she had experienced in recent weeks. Neither man ceased their tongue play in their respective erogenous regions, despite her pleas. "No … please stop … that's enough … I can't come again." But she was wrong … she could … and she did. The men's persistence – and their tongues and lips - paid off. Her initial orgasm never quite finished … it just rolled along and in less than a minute, she peaked again, her body going through the same writhing and spasming movements. This time, the mean eased up, allowing her to come down gently from her high. When at last her body settled and she was left with just occasional little throbs from deep inside her cunt, she opened her eyes to gaze down lovingly at the two men. "What happens now?" she asked them dreamily. Martin was first to answer. "I heard you saying you needed a cock inside you. Do you still want that now that you've come." She nodded before her voice said softly and slowly, "Yes … that's what I want!" "John," said Martin, his head still hovering between her thighs. "You better get that cock of yours down here now … your wife needs to be fucked." John had expected Martin to be first to take her, since he had initiated most of their moves so far. He was surprised as Martin moved aside from between her legs. Horny as hell and with a solid hard-on, John wasn't about to argue and he moved his body to replace Martin's. Raising himself up on his hands above his wife, he nudged his hard cock up against her outer labia lips and felt his wife moving her body sensually beneath him. Despite her two orgasms, she was hot for it. 'I hope I can make this last long enough,' thought John. 'I'm so turned on, it feels like I'm gonna blow any second.' John lowered his upper body down and his bare chest made contact with her breasts, his lips gently touched hers and his tongue slipped out to lick her lips. She parted them in response, allowing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her husband for the first time since all three of them came to bed. Down below, John's cock pushed forward toward her waiting cunt and John felt her inner labia lips tighten around the head of his cock. As the kiss between John and Deborah intensified in passion, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, nudging its way into her wet and velvety passage. In little time, he had pushed his cock right up inside her and Deborah locked her legs over the backs of his thighs and readied herself for some hard loving. John steeled his mind to try to think of non-sexual things as his cock clicked into gear and began the driving thrusts into his wife's cunt that would all too soon bring him to a cum-spewing climax. All this time, Martin has assumed a position, lying on his side on the edge of the bed, much as John had earlier. As Martin watched a couple fucking up real close, for the very first time, he was surprised that it turned him on so much. Martin was beginning to understand John's delight at watching two weeks ago, although he still wasn't sure that he could handle it if this was his wife. John and Deborah were now really into it and John was relieved that he had at least made it this far without giving up an early release. Beneath him, he could hear the telltale signs of Deborah building to her third orgasm of the afternoon. This too built his confidence. From the moment that Martin had suggested this threesome a few hours ago, John had developed performance anxiety, knowing how Martin was able to delay coming while delivering Deborah multiple orgasms. John's mind went back to the task at hand as he ensured his strokes were deep and that his body continued to provide friction above her clit. Deborah was gasping and panting and moaning and then all of that quickened, pouring from her, telegraphing her pounding release. "I love you, John!" she told him as her pelvis jerked and spasmed, her eyes looking up into his as he continued to pound his cock into her receptive cunt. "I love you too Deb," he gasped out as his movements slowed a bit. "Are you having a good time?" "Yes!" she whispered. "I'm loving this!" She tightened her arms and legs wrapped around his body as a sign of affection. "Can you think of a better way to spend Saturday afternoon?" "No … none!" she whispered again. Then she closed her eyes to concentrate all feeling at the area within and around her cunt. She tightened her legs around his and his mouth came down to kiss her again. John could feel his balls tightening and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. In desperation, he managed to lift his upper body enough to slip his hand in between their bodies and one of his fingers began diddling her clit. John heard her sigh at his touch and knew that he just might get her to come again before he blew his load. John could feel his cum on the move and knew that he would only have, at best, ten strokes left. He worked that finger on her clit with fury and was delighted when her breathing quickened, indicating to him that she was suddenly again very close too. He gave it everything he could with his finger on her clit and his cock driving into her cunt and she rewarded his determination with another shuddering orgasm. His own release matched hers to the second and his chest filled with pride as he delivered them to a writhing and rewarding joint climax. John's body flopped down over Deborah's as their breathing went over the next few minutes from quick heavy gasping to eventually settling back into a steady rhythm. When their bodies were again still, John lifted his head to gaze down at his wife's beautiful face. "Happy?" "Deliriously! I seem to be coming harder today than I ever have … its great!" she told him, clenching the muscles in her cunt on his rapidly deflating cock for effect. "I'm sure Martin's keen to get his big cock into you … are you ready now … or would you like to take a bit of a break?" Deborah smiled up at her husband. "I'm ready … now! Bring it on!" she told him enthusiastically and John was almost disappointed to think that he may just have been the warm-up act for the main event. John lifted his body up and pulled his still dripping cock from her clutching cunt. As he fell back down onto his side of the bed, John looked across at Martin, who was wasting no time, already moving swiftly to take his place above Deborah. "All yours!" said John. Deborah looked up at Martin, smiling expectantly. "Do you want me to wipe up?" she said, one hand reaching out for the tissue box on the bedside table. "No, leave it, his cum will add to your own lubrication. It will help me get into you better." She said nothing more, raising her arms out to him in a gesture of welcome as she spread her thighs to eagerly accept his legs between hers. With no preliminaries, she felt that now familiar broad thick cock stretching her labia lips wider. Her arms folded around his shoulders and the lips of her mouth parted early in anticipation of the kiss that she sensed was coming as Martin lowered his face to hers. There was smouldering passion in their kiss as Martin urged the head of his cock into her in brief stabbing thrusts, unable to hold back to offer her foreplay after watching the previous coupling. Deborah moved one hand to the back of Martin's head, holding him firmly to her as they kissed with passion, while the fingers of her other hand traced their way down his back, softly caressing his muscular frame. As Martin's huge cock progressed into Deborah's waiting cunt, making fractional gains with each thrust, she emitted little whimpers from the pleasurable pain she felt at the spreading of her passage. 'No, pain is too strong a word,' thought Deborah. 'Its really just discomfort at the spreading of my passage.' John had taken up his previous position, on his side, his head resting on his hand, intently watching his wife being taken by his friend yet again. The kiss eventually ended and Martin's mouth moved to deliver passionate sensations and love bites to her neck as his monstrous weapon bottomed out inside her cunt, wedged tight. Then, for this couple, the fucking ritual began in earnest. The thrusting of a powerful broad cock into a welcoming wet cunt that delivers such fever and arousal and delight to both parties. This coupling even delivered some delight and arousal to the third party, John, who felt his own cock beginning to grow again as he watched the intense passion and fire unfolding in the two bodies within touching distance beside him. Both men heard Deborah's moans and gasps revealing the approach of her fifth orgasm of the afternoon and she lifted her legs around his thighs in anticipation of the imminent release. It came and it exploded through her body, but Martin gave her no respite, continuing to plunge his huge cock into her, over and over again. Deborah lifted her legs higher up his body, her knees gripping the sides of his chest, under his arms, allowing the lips of her cunt to spread more to cope with the thrusts of his gargantuan cock. Now her heels dug into the cheeks of his arse and she was able to use them like a rider on a horse to urge his pelvis to thrust its large appendage into her. On and on they rode, pounding through yet another release with Martin – her sixth for the day. John watched his bed mates intently, his own cock now almost fully extended again. As with her previous sessions with Martin, Deborah forgot herself in the passion that Martin generated within her body. All pretence of holding back her desire for Martin's cock so as not to upset John, was lost when the first orgasm from Martin washed over her. Deborah hugged Martin, she kissed him, she stuck her tongue in his ear and his mouth, her cunt gripped his cock so hard she worried it might snap or burst open. She was in ecstasy, delighting in the feelings his big cock managed to generate within her body. Deborah was not surprised when her third orgasm in this fucking session with Martin blasted through her lower body. Multiple comings had just become second nature to her since coupling up with Martin. She considered him so good as a lover that he could draw them from her almost at will. She had by now settled her body deep into the centre of the mattress, her body forming a warm pouch into which Martin descended powerfully with every thrust. She expected he would be trying to break his own record of six orgasms for her and he was only halfway finished. So it came as a total surprise to Deborah – and in fact to her husband John too – when they heard Martin's breathing quickening and his groaning voice saying, "No, my God, not yet! Deb, I'm sorry, I can't stop! I'm sorry, I've got to cum now…" His voice trailed off, but not his thick cock as Deborah felt the full force of his release. His cum spurted in to fill all her recesses, shooting through the end of her cunt and into her uterus, the sperm contained within his semen, searching for her eggs, desperate to mate if it were not for her contraception. She let him enjoy every pulsing moment as his cock expelled his life-giving elixir into her body. When he at last lifted his face to look down into hers, she spoke. "That was quick, Martin … for you!" "I am so sorry, Deb … I'm so sorry." "Don't be, I wasn't complaining … I was just surprised. You normally put me through the hoops, pushing me to come again and again." "I know … and that's why I'm so sorry. I feel that I've let you down … you know, as a lover." "No, that's nonsense. Martin, I loved it all, every stroke of that big cock of yours. I felt every stroke and I loved it." Deborah tightened her thighs around his hips and clenched her tight cunt on his cock. "I'm normally able to keep it up without coming for … I don't know, nearly an hour." "Martin, get over it … I told you it's quite okay." She raised her voice to him, annoyed at his self-analysis. He ignored her as he continued to search for answers. "I can only guess that watching you and John turned me on more than I could ever imagine." Turning to John, who still lay by his side, Martin said, "John, I think I know now what you see in watching. Seeing you and Deb going at it turned me on something special." Despite his quicker coming, Martin's cock seemed to take ages to deflate. It was some ten minutes after his climax before Martin pulled his cock out of Deborah's velvety cunt grip. His cum starting to pour from her cunt after his cock's withdrawal was like a cork had just been released from a bottle. Deborah lifted up quickly and lifted her body over Martin to the floor, then she scampered into the en suite bathroom adjoining the bedroom. "Are you going to take a shower?" Martin called to her from the bed. "I wasn't going to … why, should I?" "No Deb, don't get me wrong. I just meant that if you were going to take a shower, John and I would come in too." "I don't think there would be room in this shower for three," she called back. Deborah reappeared and went to the foot of the bed, climbing up to reclaim her space in the middle. On the way, she spotted John's cock, standing erect and upright, pointing straight up at the ceiling. "Good grief, are you horny again?" she asked her husband. "Never stopped being horny, honey." "But you came, didn't you?" "Like gangbusters, Deb. But then I saw you taking Martin's cock from up close, and I was big again in a flash." "Well, I wasn't expecting to be so in demand. But I can't possibly leave you like that … I'd feel terrible. Come on, slide into the middle, I'll get on top this time." John did as his wife told him and with no hesitation, Deborah straddled her husband and quickly positioned her spread cunt lips over the head of his cock." "Ummmm!" John reacted vocally as she wriggled her lower body around on the top of his shaft. Then a more expressive "Aaaagggghhh!" as her cunt slid down over the head and enveloped it within her sheath. She was bent over her husband, her perfectly shaped breasts just barely touching his chest, her nipples taut as she dragged them across him. Deborah never realised how exposed this position left her arse until she felt a finger tip lightly caress the inner cheeks and then gently touch her anal ring. She jumped at the sensation, almost dislodging herself from her husband's cock. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, looking around to see Martin kneeling, at her left side. "I thought you liked your arse being touched now," said Martin. "I do … it's okay … you just took me by surprise. I thought it was just John and I in this one. It's alright … you can put your finger back there." "It can be just you and John, Deb … but I do have an idea." Her body resumed its gentle enveloping of John's cock as she let herself slip down the shaft a little way. "Do you think I'm going to like this idea, Martin?" "I think you will, Deb," Martin told her as his finger returned and so gently circled her anal ring. She had to close her eyes to savour the dual sensations between her arse and her cunt. "Are you going to tell us, Martin?" "Well, I know that I would love to sink my cock up in here," he said and emphasised here by pushing his finger as gently as he could past her sphincter. "No way!" she part screamed at him, clenching her arse cheeks, a move that had the unintentional effect of holding his finger tip within her anus. "I know … I know. Deb, I just said I would like to … but I know that I'm a bit too big for you to take it up in there." "Thank God you realise that." "My idea is for me to lay where John is right now and for you to sit on me, just like you're doing with John. I can wedge my cock up inside you … in your cunt, quite normal. Then, we can have John stick his cock into your arse and we can have a genuine threesome." "What, you've got to be joking. No way!" "It is something that a lot of people do, Deb. It's not like I'm suggesting something fuckin' weird." From below her, John weighed into the discussion. "It is, Deb. He's not having you on. I've read about it a lot … not that I've ever done it. But I think it could be good." "Yeah … for you two men. Did you two cook this up on the golf course? Let's set Deborah up for this one?" Martin responded. "No Deb, I swear … I never even thought of it until I saw you up there sitting on John and I had this overwhelming need to touch your arsehole." "Guys, alright, I believe you. But I just can't imagine it would be possible. When Martin first put his big cock into me, it was way too tight and quite painful initially. Then when you – John – pushed your cock into my arse the other day … God, that hurt like hell for a while." John spoke again. "Well Deb, it's up to you … but I'm just telling you … perhaps I'm trying to reassure you that it is quite a normal part of threesomes. Yes, I won't deny … there will probably be a bit of pain. But from what I've read, it can be an incredible experience for all three. It's your call." There was silence and very little movement, Deborah just shuffled her cunt – slick with her natural juices - around John's shaft as she pondered her decision. "You do both want to try this, right?" They almost chorused their joint "Yes!" together. "Okay then … what do I do?" Martin spoke first. "Lift off John, Deb," and she did, making a slurping sound as her slick cunt released his shaft. John immediately began to slide away to the side of the bed and Martin slipped in under Deborah, his shaft nearly back at full extension – and thickness. "Now, slide down on me when you're ready, Deb."