14 comments/ 56388 views/ 10 favorites Amy's Gift By: Marc DeLancy It takes hours to get a story just right, and yet it can't please everyone. However, I am certain that some of you will get turned on. I just hope you will share your experience with me, and make suggestions for future stories. Scott and Amy Clark were about to have sex for the first time in a week. Scott had been away on business. A week is a long time for a healthy couple in their mid-forties, who enjoy a vigorous sex life, to be apart. They both were looking forward to it. The Clarks were new empty nesters. Their twin girls were at college two states away, and Scott and Amy were enjoying their freedom as much as the girls were. Scott was a regional manager for an electronic devices company, and did well at his job. Amy recently began studying for her Physical Therapy Board exams, which was the career she chose before she had a family. They had decided Amy would stay at home and raise the kids, while Scott concentrated on his career. Now, still young, they were beginning a new life. Golf and tennis kept both of them trim and fit. They were well liked by all who knew them, and active in civic and charitable affairs. They were in love with each other, and thoroughly respectable but, privately they liked to experiment and raise hell in the bedroom. Amy did not consider herself a beauty, "wholesome" was the word people used most often to describe her, and she hated it. She equated the word to "uninteresting." However, she was fundamentally quite attractive, which she tended to downplay, and when she doodled up, it always took Scott's breath away. Since there were few social occasions for her to play the "girlie girl" role, she did it for Scott at home in the bedroom. Since the girls were out of the house, their parties spread to the living room, the kitchen and once to the dining room table, where Scott dined on her pussy. Tonight was just such a night. Amy, was brown-eyed, about 5' 7" and 130 lbs. She had dark brown hair, which leaned to red, and wore a pair of beige suspender pantyhose and simple, black high heel pumps. Her ivory penoir was tied with a satin ribbon underneath her ample breasts, and she wore her hair up, and considerably more makeup than she ordinarily did. She was a knockout, which few people appreciated. Amy did not need to guide Scott's erection into her, it was so stiff and at the perfect angle, he deftly slid it in to her without help or additional lubrication from either one of them. She caught her breath. With each out-stroke he slowly and entirely withdrew his cock, and with each in-stroke he penetrated dead center into her vagina. It was all very deliberate. They wanted this one to last for a long time. "I think you missed me," she said. Before he could answer, the doorbell rang. It felt like a cooler of ice water had been dumped on them. "O, God," Amy moaned. Scott let loose a string of swear words and quickened his pace. Amy struggled to get out from under him. Scott wanted to finish, but the doorbell rang again, and he knew it was not going to happen. With his sturdy erection concealed beneath a robe, Scott went downstairs to see who the hell was at the door at this time of night. "Who is it?" Scott demanded. "It's Lee. Open up Scott." Lee Reeves was Scott's oldest and best friend. He stood there making apologies, with a suitcase in his hand, babbling that his wife Sandra had thrown him out of the house and that he needed a place to stay. As Lee calmed down, he began to explain the situation at the kitchen table. Amy came downstairs with a worried look on her face. "What's the matter?" she asked. It was around midnight, and it was obvious to Lee that it was not their sleep that he had interrupted. They appeared wide-awake and Amy's perfume filled the kitchen. He would recall later that Amy was wearing stockings and an uncharacteristic amount of makeup. Not exactly something a woman puts on when the doorbell rings at midnight, he would think to himself at another time. Over coffee, Lee explained that he and Sandra had problems right from the day they were married. Scott and Amy had been concerned that were mismatched from the start. Physically, Lee and Sandra were both very attractive. Lee, well over six feet tall, slim and muscular, with dark unruly hair that gave him a perpetually boyish look, was nevertheless, quiet, introverted, intellectual, and terribly bright. His engineering firm was doing well until six months ago when he bungled a couple of major contracts that threatened to shut him down. Sandra was a beauty and a princess. She spent their money as fast as Lee could earn it. She was demanding, self-centered and withholding. They had not had sex together for almost a year. With Lee working sixteen hours a day to save his business, as well as his marriage, he was exhausted and exasperated, and said a few things that he regretted. His wife's feelings were hurt. The sudden assertiveness of this gentle giant, and the realization that the gravy boat was leaving, was the last straw for Sandra. She told him she wanted a divorce and to get out. He left. The marriage was over. They talked for a couple of hours, then got Lee settled into the guest suite downstairs. In bed, but wide-awake, Scott and Amy talked over Lee's situation. It baffled them both how a prize like Lee could be tossed aside. Did Sandra know what she had? And no sex for year? It was inconceivable to them. Scott wasn't sure if that was true for Sandra, but he believed it to be true for Lee. Despite being popular with the girls in school, Lee was modest. The tittering behind his back about his rumored nickname, "Hung Lee," embarrassed him. Amy asked if that meant what she thought it did. Scott told Amy it was true, that Lee had the biggest cock he had ever seen. "How come you know so much about cocks?" she said accusingly, a question that required Scott to provide more details to back up his assertion. "Well, we grew up together. When we were fourteen and fifteen we read Playboy and Penthouse, and jerked off with the other guys. Lee always had the biggest cock by far. He was like a man when we were still boys, and he came like a whale." "You're not small," Amy said. "I know. But, if I had a cock like Lee's I would be in porn." "That's because Lee is a gentleman and you're an animal," Amy said as she turned to Scott and snuggled into his arms. His cock sprung to attention at the touch of her. Under the blanket, she gave him a tender blowjob. She missed its fleshy taste, then tossed the covers off, straddled him, positioned his wet cock, and slide onto the shaft. All this talk about big cocks excited them. They took their time. Amy did most of the work, cork screwing in one direction and then the other. As the pace quickened, she leaned down and kissed Scott deeply. Now with her ass high in the air, Scott took the initiative and pumped furiously. While they tongued each other, Amy began to cum. Her contractions triggered Scott and he emptied himself into her. They continued to kiss long afterward, while Amy drained. She kept grinding on Scott until his penis simply shriveled and slipped out like a wet noodle. She sucked him again, tasting the mix of their cum juices, while Scott, satisfied, began to drift off to sleep. Amy had a good orgasm, which she enjoyed, but her passion was still rising, while for Scott, as with most men, it dropped sharply. Sometimes she felt it was unfair, but didn't blame Scott. Often he would lick her pussy afterward, or masturbate her with his fingers or a dildo, but not tonight, and downstairs Lee could hear the thumping and creaking of their bed. Scott and Amy were very fond of Lee, and invited him to stay in their downstairs suite for as long as he liked. It was nicely furnished, and had a bedroom, living room, bathroom, kitchen and eating area, TV, computer hook up, the works. Several months had gone by and Lee's firm was still struggling. The divorce was in the hands of the attorneys, and was bleeding him. Sandra was being unreasonable. When he wasn't working, Lee was moping in his rooms, watching TV. It was well over a year now that Lee had not been with a woman, he seemed depressed and Scott and Amy were worried about him. When they were home together, sometimes Amy would prepare a meal for Lee. Sandra could only make reservations. They had long conversations in which she tried to cheer him up. His melancholy was heartbreaking. He was such a bright, decent guy; he deserved a better deal in life. "This will pass," she told him one day. You'll find someone, you'll see," and she took his large boney hands in hers and squeezed. "You think the world is like you, but it's not. You are a loving, beautiful woman. Scott is so lucky. You're a rarity. One of a kind." Amy blushed a deep pink and stood up, turning her back to him, to hide her face. "There are many woman better than I am, and they're out there waiting for you." Indeed there were, but as it turned out, Amy was more rare a woman than Lee could have guessed. Scott and Amy even went so far as to fix Lee up with one of her girlfriends. It turned out to be a disaster. Heather was a lovely girl and quite understood the situation. She went beyond the call of duty in trying to seduce him, but Lee wasn't interested and she ended up getting her feelings hurt. Perhaps she tried too hard. It occurred to Amy that maybe Lee couldn't get it up any more, but Scott was not buying it. One morning Amy was gardening in the back yard near Lee's bedroom window. It was 10 o'clock and she saw that he was still asleep. She was about to knock on the window to give him a friendly wake up, when she noticed that a tent was pitched over his torso. There was nothing wrong with Lee's cock, unless that really was a tent pole under there. She stared, mesmerized, trying to discern its size and shape underneath the sheet. That night when she got into bed, she told Scott what she had seen. "I told you," he laughed, "and were you curious?" he added. Scott picked the right word. If he had asked her if she were "turned on," she would have denied it, but as it was, she felt safe in saying, she was curious. Not making it easier for her, Scott asked her what she was curious was about. Amy, trying to sound off handed, said, "Well, you said it was big. So how big is it?" Scott positioned himself in front of her and took both of her hands in his. He formed her fingers into a circle, with her thumb and index finger barely touching each other, and then placed that hand on top of the other. Amy was trying to control the shaking in her voice. "Wow, I see what you mean," she said staring at her hands as if they were holding the real thing. "That's the shaft," Scott said. "You'd need a third hand to cover the head." "O, my God!" Amy squealed, and fell back on the bed. "That's unbelievable. Why haven't you told me about this before?" "The subject didn't come up until now." "And now it has," Amy said softly, looking at the ceiling. Slowly, from that night on, Lee become sexualized in their imaginations, a fact that did not change their behavior toward him, but which would forever change the way they felt about him. They loved Lee and would always be concerned about him. But at night, when they prepared to make love, Lee became their erotic novel, their porn flick, and a sex object. Amy liked to talk about Lee's long cock. Scott asked her what she would do if she had it at that moment. Surprisingly, he was not jealous, instead, it turned him on. Amy also pretended that Lee was in bed with them, and responded by describing Lee's cock and body in detail, until she quivered with excitement. "This is crazy," she would complain afterward, "I feel like we're violating him." Scott felt the same way, but in a few days, they were at it again. They used a large dildo to simulate Lee's presence, and when Scott and Amy came, they pretended Lee was there to help her have those longer, extra orgasms that she always wanted. "How do you like having two cocks in you at the same time?" Scott would ask her while they were doing sixty-nine with Amy on top. Scott would hold the silicone dildo between his teeth while Amy sucked him and literally fucked his face and the bright red shaft. "I love it," she would mumble, sometimes gagging as she pushed his long, hard cock deep into her throat. They felt guilty about the situation, but powerless to do anything about it. Perhaps it was time for Lee to move, Scott suggested, but Amy would not hear of it. Scott said that he would think of something, but he was in no hurry. As Scott saw it, there were only three options open to them; get over their feelings, send Lee away, or fulfill the fantasy. Each one seemed equally impossible to him, so he decided to spend more time with Lee, hoping they might have a discussion that would that would lead to a solution. An opportunity came up the following weekend. Scott had some errands to run, and Lee came along. When Scott wondered if Lee had any plans for the future, Lee laughed and asked if this was the "break up" speech, and that he had heard them before. Scott assured him that it was not, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He told him that Amy had become quite fond of him, even had a little crush on him, and wanted him to stay until he got over his depression. "She has this crazy idea that you need a woman, a lover to get over Sandra," Scott said. That's why she set you up with Heather. Amy's a great believer in the power of love and lovers." "I'm afraid I screwed that one up," Lee replied, referring to Heather. She was a lovely woman, but she seemed to be all edges and angles, like Sandra. I need a woman who is made of soft curves, inside and out, like your Amy. You're a lucky man Scott. What I wouldn't give to have a woman like her in my life. I've pursued glamorous woman all my life, and it's brought me nothing but heartache." "I couldn't agree with you more," Scott said, "but you're only partly right about Amy. First of all she is in your life, secondly, she's everything you say, but she's no compromise in the sex and glamour department." "That's love talking, Scott. Amy is wonderful, but she's not a glamour girl. Not that I think glamour girls are good lovers. They're not. They are too self-centered. They don't know how to give in a relationship. I'm sure Amy does." "Yes, she does," Scott replied, and let the matter drop. He was a little annoyed about Lee's assessment of Amy's sexiness. If Lee could only see Amy as he sees her when they party together, he would change his mind. The issue continued to nag at Scott for several days. One afternoon Lee was visiting Amy. He was unusually quiet while he waited on the sofa as she fixed them a cup of coffee. When she sat down next to him with the coffees, she noticed Lee had tears in his eyes. "What's the matter," she asked softly," looking into his face. "I don't know," he said, his voice breaking, sometimes I think there is no point in going on." Amy became frightened for him, and her heart broke in sympathy. She moved next to him, and put her arms around his shoulders and leaned back against the cushions. Lee rested his head on her breast and began to sob. She rocked him for a long time and stroked his hair, telling him that everything would be all right. Lee quieted and rested for a while, letting the warmth of Amy's body and caring touch melt the grief inside him. After a while, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. She leaned down and kissed away his tears. She kissed his eyes, his cheeks, and his lips. "You have a lot to live for. I don't like it when you talk like that." It was not the sudden breaching of a dam, there was no rush of passion, no panting, stripping of clothing, it was all very tentative, and caring. Amy felt intoxicated and powerful, overflowing with compassion. She felt it pouring out of her into Lee, washing over his wounds and healing him, and Lee, for the first time, surrendered his life. They were innocent kisses, not passionate, and with a rightness about them. Lee did not kiss her back. However, such moments were never meant to last. As soon as his grief subsided, it was replaced by other equally strong feelings. His response was subtle. He merely raised his head ever so slightly, and gently rested his hand on her shoulder. Their whole lives would turn on that gesture. Amy responded by lightly touching his lips with her tongue. Lee abruptly stood up, muttering something about having to go, this being wrong, and about his friendship with Scott. The power was strong in Amy, she felt irresistible as she sat on the couch still holding his hand. She looked up at him, and somehow he believed her when she told him that she had no secrets from Scott, and everything would be ok. She was at eye level to the large bulge in Lee's pants, the sight of which ignited her fantasies. Lee saw her staring, which only excited him more. She tried to visualize what he was hiding, when she reached up and felt him, squeezing his penis and balls, taking its measure, looking in turn at the bulge, and then into his face. She cradled its mass with both hands. She was like a sleepwalker or a woman in a trance. They stared at each other while she held him. Lee was well aware of women's fascination with the size of his penis, and frankly, he enjoyed the moment of discovery, when he revealed himself to them for the first time. They paused, and then Amy stood up. The spell was broken. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, but I was curious. Scott told me stories and I couldn't help myself. Can you forgive me?" Amy kissed him on the cheek and ran from the room. Lee stood there bewildered, and hot as hell. They both went to their rooms. For the first time in months, Lee masturbated. He lay on his back in bed stroking his cock, and came so powerfully, for an instant he lost track of that first spurt, until it plopped onto his forehead, surprising him. He could only guess at the height of his ejaculation. He closed his eyes as the remaining squirts landed on his chest and shoulders. After a shower, Lee fell into a deep and restful sleep. Meanwhile, upstairs, Amy wondered if Lee was masturbating, as she fingered her pussy. She had stripped off her panties and was lying on her bed with her legs wide apart, imagining seeing and holding Lee's cock. Her pussy was wet and swollen tight as she rotated two fingers into her vagina, while the other hand was a blur as it rubbed her clit. She came, wet the bed, rolled over and went to sleep also. That night Amy told the whole story to Scott. He interrupted her several times, pressing for details. Being Amy, she was more worried about Lee than anything else, and so was Scott, eventually. Amy's impulsive behavior made a hell of a story, but they were concerned that Lee might feel that he had betrayed Scott. His emotions were already rather precarious, they worried, and could he handle this new complication. In addition, Scott did not have Amy's intuition that the incident could actually have a healing effect on Lee. Scott was concerned, that in Lee's state of mind, this might force him to leave, and who knows what else. He was determined to speak to Lee, at the first opportunity, to clear things up. They did not have intercourse that night; her pussy was sore from the pounding she gave it in the afternoon. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, with Scott standing in front of her, and gave him a long, slow blowjob. They both wondered if they were thinking about the same thing. Amy sucked very lightly, just gliding over the surface of his cock, and never varied her rhythm. She was very patient and when Scott signaled that he was about to come, she did not change her pace. She did not change her pace after Scott came. She let the warm cum swing from her chin, and drop in her lap. She did not change her pace as long as Scott remained hard. Finally, he became limp, and she let his cock pop out of her mouth, and swallowed the rest. Amy's Gift Lee was laying low, avoiding Amy and Scott, so Scott waited in Lee's room one night until he came home. It was around midnight, when Lee came in and saw Scott waiting for him in the easy chair. Lee immediately began to explain that nothing really happened. He went on and on, telling the same story that Amy did, and finally ended by offering to move out the next morning. "No way," Scott said. "Nothing happened. Amy told me all about it. It was an impulsive act, but I don't fault her for it. Why should I fault you? There is no 'situation' here you need to run away from. You'll leave when you are good and ready and not a minute before." Scott stood up and they hugged. I love you, Lee." "I love you too, Scott. I don't know what I've done to deserve friends like you." "Come here, I got something I want to show you," Scott said, holding up a compact disc. "Can I use your computer?" Scott sat down at Lee's Mac with the oversized screen that Lee used for his engineering work, and slipped the disc into the drive. A few clicks, and the large screen was filled with a picture of Amy and Scott taken in a restaurant in Hawaii during last year's vacation. They were smiling, covered in leis, colorful tropical drinks were on the table. Scott clicked through a series of slides showing beautiful scenery, and them playing in the surf. Lee saw that Amy did have a voluptuous figure after all, hidden under her jeans and sweatshirts. Then Scott lingered on one of Amy taken on their lanai over looking the ocean. She was wearing a bra and panties, so much sexier than a bikini, and posing like a model does to look her best. She was also wearing high-heeled sandals. It was erotic. "Wow, she looks great," Lee, exclaimed. "Wait it gets better," Scott replied, and clicked to the next slide. In this one Amy had removed her top but was covering her breasts. In the next one, they were exposed, and she was showing them off. They were full and round, her nipples were dark pink, and stood out. In the next photo, she was naked, with a lovely smile on her face. "She's going to be mad at you for showing me these pictures. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Lee asked. Scott said that it was all right. The truth was he had not cleared it with Amy, but hoped that it would excite her after the fact. "The next day we got dressed up to go to that fancy restaurant," Scott continued. "I told her I want to take some pictures of her before we left, because she was dressed so beautifully." Scott went on to the next slide. Amy was sitting in an armchair wearing a low cut black dress, grey stockings and high-heeled sandals. She was made up beautifully. She was leaning forward showing her cleavage and smiling. Then she was sitting upright and lifting her dress showing the tops of her thigh-highs. Lee had no idea she had such shapely legs. How could he? She was usually in sneakers. Her dress was pulled up entirely in the next shot, exposing her trimmed pubic hair. He realized Amy went to dinner that night without panties. Lee felt his cock stir. "Shall I go on?' Scott asked. "Go on," Lee whispered, his throat dry. The next pictures showed Amy with one leg, then the other, flung over the arms of the chair, fully exposing herself, sucking a finger and then inserting it, holding open her pussy lips so all the world could see its glistening interior. The last few shots were of Amy teasing herself with a dildo, inserting it in earnest, and having an orgasm, that is, if the look on her face meant anything. She showed no reluctance to pose. Amy was having a good time. "Do you still think its love talking when I say that Amy is a secret treasure of sexiness, and a closet "girly-girl"? Lee's heart was racing. "I take it all back. It's a side of her, and of you too, that I never would have guessed. You're an even luckier son-of-bitch than I thought you were, Scott, and I envy you." "I guess you're a lucky man too, you got to see her like that. Look, Lee, I want to ask you a frank question. You can answer it any way you want to, it doesn't matter to me. I need to know, ahead of time, that it won't change anything between us. The three of us." "As long as I can say yes or no, I don't see the harm in it. It's just a question, right?" "Just a question." Lee was thinking, yes, yes! Scott hesitated, then blurted, "I want someone I can trust, who can be discrete, you specifically, to take pictures of Amy and me together. I've tried to do it, but it's too complicated and gets in the way of the fun, and Amy loses the mood. I need a photographer. My question is, will you do it?" Lee let it sink in, and then replied, "Do you mean pictures like these of Amy posing, in person? " "Yes, pictures like these, and maybe more." "The answer is yes. But what makes you think Amy will agree?" "I have a hunch." They both hoped that Amy's curiosity would get the better of her. "Goddamn you, Scott!" Amy shouted later that night. Who gave you the right to show those pictures?" Scott had seriously miscalculated. Amy's reaction was completely unexpected. He thought this would be a turn on for her, but she was furious instead. "How am I going to look him in the face?" Scott was silent for a time, so much for a man's intuition. Then he said, "How do you look him in the face now?" An even longer silence followed. He had made his point, and Scott wisely backed off. Later Scott agreed that he had no right to show the pictures without her consent. He explained that he was proud of how beautiful and sexy Amy looked in the photos, and he wanted to excite another man the way he gets excited when he sees her like that, and that after what happened between Lee and Amy, it did not seem like this was too much of a disclosure. After all, they were only pictures. Amy was mollified. "Did he say anything?" she asked, nonchalantly looking at her fingernails. "Yes, he said you were beautiful and I was lucky. I think your pictures gave him a hard-on. To tell you the truth, Lee seemed more like his old self. That pussy of yours does have healing properties." Amy had to admit to herself the thought of exposing herself in this way to another man, especially this man, was terribly exciting. "I think that Lee might like to take pictures of you. I can't say that I would blame him." Amy did not respond, which Scott took as a good sign. "Just think about it," he said, and let the matter drop. Oddly, Lee was not mentioned at all during their lovemaking for the next couple of weeks. Then Amy said, "If Lee were to take pictures, it could cross the line into something more, you know." "I know. I've thought about it." "Do you want that to happen?" "Let's just say, that I'd be willing to let it happen," Scott replied, trying not to let his excitement show. "Really? I don't understand how could you let another man fuck your wife? And in front of you, no less. Wouldn't you be jealous? Men kill their wives over this kind of thing." Scott replied, "It's not a new idea for us. We've played this kind of game in bed for years, imagining another man or woman in bed with us. You seem to like it, and you have openly fantasized about taking on one man after another. I never got jealous, because I never felt threatened emotionally. I know you love me. When I make love to you, I experience the power of your sexual appetite in person. There's something thrilling in the thought of watching it exercised objectively, to see a big cock going into your pussy, knowing it is not mine, and that you don't care, because it's a cock and you just want it to fuck you. In reality, Amy, if you left me for another man, or for any reason, my life would be over." "O, I do love you," Amy said, kissing his face. "You're an exciting man and sometimes I feel I would do anything you want." "Look, I know that you wouldn't have come up with this idea on your own, that's my job, and that's ok with me, but I only want to go through with it if you own some part of it. Don't do it just for me." "You know what my fantasies are. I have shared them with you haven't I? I made a fool of myself when I felt his cock, didn't I? You don't think I did that for you, do you? Of course, your desire is a part of it for me, but the rest of it is Amy doing it because Amy likes it and wants to do it for herself. It's crazy, but posing for you and Lee would be exciting, if it doesn't hurt Lee. But, I can't promise you I'll go through with anything more." "Let me feel things out," Scott said. Scott patiently made the arrangements. No one spoke of the matter except to Scott. It was understood by all, that no one would do anything that was not agreed upon by all, and that anyone could change their mind at any time. It was not exactly a spontaneous affair. Scott talked to Lee about the kind of pictures they might like. Lee made some excellent suggestions, showing he had given the matter a lot of thought. Once they even went into the living room, when Amy was at school, to check the lighting and angles, and shot some test exposures. Just talking about it got them hard. Scott wanted this to go smoothly, especially for Amy, without any fumbling and distractions due to the photography. The day came. Lee had been with them about a year, plenty of time for the erotic pressure to build up. It was late on a Saturday afternoon in early summer. There would be soft natural sunlight for a least an hour. Amy spent the day getting ready. She went to the beauty parlor for the first time since her sister's wedding. She got the works. She picked out a dark, wine red dress, with spaghetti straps; it was made of silk, and not too tight. She wanted it a little loose across the hips and bust, and narrower across the waist. It emphasized her figure, yet it would not be constricting. She wore beige hose with a lacy elastic top, and a pair of matching red sandals that flattered her small feet and shapely legs. Her whole outfit could not have weighed much more than a pound or two, and yet it transformed this wholesome mother of twins into a sex goddess. What does a man wear to such an affair without looking like a dork? Pajamas? Drawers? Not socks that's for sure. The men wore light cotton pants and silk, short sleeved shirts, and sandals, without socks, of course. Scott and Lee showered and shaved, but mostly their job was to resist the urge to masturbate. They were abstinent for the last ten days. Scott was saving his load for Amy. Lee, well he wasn't sure, but he was saving it too. The stage was set. The curtain went up and the actors were onstage. An orchestra was playing on the stereo, the scented candles were lit, the champagne chilled, opened, and poured. They toasted each other. When Amy entered the room, their knees turned to jelly. She kissed them both on the cheek and thanked them for arranging such a wonderful evening. Her perfume washed over Lee, that same perfume he noticed on the night he first arrived at their house. The same perfume she wears when she fucks her husband, he thought. The two men were effusive in complimenting her. They called her "ravishing" and "stunning." Amy blushed, and truly became the woman they saw her to be. After the first bottle of champagne, they began. It was very awkward at first. Scott took the camera, and started to pose Amy. He directed her to lift her dress, then higher in subsequent shots. Amy's expressions were perky, or pouty, or cute, always appropriate to the pose. As she began to expose herself more, she grew excited and became more serious. Whatever position he asked her to assume, she did. He had her bend over and spread her legs, he then posed her on the couch with her legs apart, the pose pulled her panties taut over her pussy. You could see the wet spot and the dimpled crease running up the length of it. Lee could not believe what he was seeing. "Get closer, Lee and have a good look," Scott said. Trembling, Lee got down on his knees, as if in homage, between Amy's legs. He put his cheek against the wet, white nylon of her panties and took in the smell of her. He kissed the flat cloth. "Amy would you take off your panties and spread your lips for Lee, please?" When she did as he requested, he said, "Lee, how can you resist my wife's beautiful cunt? Don't you want to lick it? Amy, how about you? I'm sure Lee would agree to it if you asked him nicely." "Would you like to lick my pussy, Lee, pretty please? I can't believe I just said that," Amy said laughing, then repeated herself in a serious whisper, Yes, lick my pussy please." Lee drank in her smell, which combined with her perfume, made him dizzy, and with a whimper, buried his face into her. He was aware of how her nylons and soft inner thighs felt on his cheeks, and ran his hands over her legs. He liked her taste and probed her deeply with his tongue, devouring her noisily. Every so often, she would glance at Scott's crotch and see his hard-on creeping down the leg of his pants. She closed her eyes and wondered what was next. Then Scott sat on the sofa next to her and kissed her gently on the lips. Not ready to mess up her makeup, they sucked tongues, and watched together as Lee slurped between her legs. Lee came up for air and saw Amy's hand inside Scott's pants, and then, just inches away from his face, she pulled out his cock and wrapped her red, glossy lips around it. While Amy sucked him, Scott spread her pussy lips with the two fingers of his free hand. Lee took the camera now, and started clicking away, preserving every detail. They took a break to open up another bottle of champagne and cool off. They all laughed nervously. Lee gulped his drink down. "I don't how much more of this I can take," he said. Scott and Amy looked horrified and embarrassed by his statement. Was he backing out? Lee saw the look on their faces, and reassured them it was nothing like that. It was just that with all the excitement, he was beginning to hurt. "O, you poor thing," Amy said as she pressed up against him and rubbed his crotch, her eyes a little glassy. This is awful. Scott, what can we do?" The camera was in Scott's hands now, and she had his answer when the flash went off. Amy slowly unbuttoned Lee's shirt and slipped it off. Then she dropped to her knees. When Amy struggled with his zipper, Lee merely undid his belt and let his pants fall. Amy grabbed his boxers and pulled them down in one quick motion and Lee's great cock snapped up in a long arc and slapped against his belly. It stood straight out and waved under its own weight in front of Amy's wide eyes. She was thrilled. It was magnificent and all she had expected. Her main concern had been that it might be grotesque, impractically large, having grown in her imagination. It was of human scale after all, long, shiny, rosy, hard; in a word magnificent. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Lee turned aside to step out of his pants, first lifting one leg and then the other. When he straightened up and turned to face her, his cock slapped the side of her jaw. Amy was startled and then giggled, and in a hushed voice said, "O my God, I can't believe it. I finally got my hands on Lee's famous cock." She lifted it up and examined it carefully, feeling the heft of it, and its length and girth, as if committing its dimensions to memory. At one point, she wrapped both hands around it. Scott was right, even double fisted she could not cover the whole length. Amy started to tug on it, rocking back and forth on her heels. She kissed it, planting dozens of small kisses on the head and shaft. She used her two thumbs to run up the back of the shaft. Before she was halfway up, a clear drop of pre-cum emerged from the tip. Amy scooped it up with her tongue and smeared it across her lips. Every couple of inches she would get another little treat and made a point of showing it off like a delicacy. Then she licked up the sides, front and back, until she opened her mouth wide and took him in. She ran her hands up and down his thighs and over his tight, smooth ass. She drew his balls into her mouth as best she could and buried her face between them. Lee's cock stood up over her shoulder, she was practically rubbing him with one hand above her head. Amy locked on Lee's eyes to see what effect her sucking was having. When he let out a moan, so did Amy. Although no one heard him, Scott moaned too. The alcohol may have loosened her jaw, because Amy did an admirable job of getting the shaft into her mouth. Lee recalled that his wife Sandra never managed to get beyond the head, which always left him wanting, not that she was ever generous with blowjobs, anyway. But, Amy was getting halfway down the shaft, which was deeper than any woman had gone before. "Mmmm, you taste good," Amy murmured. "If you don't stop I won't be able to hold off much longer," Lee said. "Are you threatening to cum?" "Yes, and there's going to be a lot of it." "Mmm, let's give you some proper attention. Is that all right with you, Scott? " Scott lost his voice for a moment and could only nod. Amy stood up, laid the sofa cushions on the floor, and took Lee by the hand, telling him to lie down. She saw that his cock reached just beyond his navel, and began sucking him again, this time nibbling on the thin skin behind the head of his cock, her favorite place. She slathered him with saliva so that the shaft was well coated, then she climbed on top of him and hoisted her dress over her ass. She balanced herself on one knee and steadied herself with the other foot. She held his long cock at the base, and began to work it into her vagina, which was still wet from Lee's sucking and her own excitement. "I think you're going to like this," Amy said. "And what about you?" Lee replied. "O, I like it. I like it already." After it was seated, she glided down its length slowly, enjoying every inch of him. She began to move up and down, going deeper each time. She was being careful because he was so thick and long, but soon realized that she accommodated him easily. The stretching felt wonderful and he was already probing places where no cock had been before. Lee played with her nipples as she rode him. "O, Amy, you feel so good. I never knew. O, what a sweet pussy," Lee moaned. Scott was transfixed and kneeled to get a closer look at the sight of Lee's penis splitting his honey. This was the very spot, that the fucking of his wife was taking place. Amy's cunt made a perfect circle stretching around the shaft, and when she rose up, the circle clung to him as if reluctant to let go, and when she lowered herself, a thin ring of fluid formed around the rim, literally "squeegeeing" the juice into a rivulet than ran down his balls. Abruptly, Amy rolled off Lee and laid on her back, inviting him to mount her. She knew now that she could handle him, and wanted to turn the control over to Lee, so she could feel his full strength. Amy looked up into Lee's eyes and pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him passionately. "How does it feel?" she whispered. "You're a goddess. I can't believe I'm fucking you. Thank you, thank you." They were all in a delirium of lust and alcohol. Lee could feel the heels of Amy's sandals digging into his back. He started pumping away slowly with long, confident strokes. As deep as Lee was, Scott could see that Lee could only go in so far. However, that did not stop Amy from urging him to fuck deeper and raising her legs high in the air. "O, God, he's really fucking me, isn't he Scott?" "Yes, baby. He's fucking you." "Make sure, honey." Scott positioned himself to get a better look. He noticed Lee's balls were large and round, and were far apart. The skin was hairless, glowing and smooth, and very tight. When Lee banged into her, his balls did not swing or flap against her ass, they just shook like bags of Jell-o. Amy's anus was wet with their drippings. Scott reached and felt Lee's cock sliding in and out of his wife's vagina. It was slippery with her juice. Amy's Gift "Yes, Amy, you're being fucked. Lee's doing a great job." Scott wet his finger in the juice and worked around her pink, rosebud of an anus. Her moans and gasps increased. He finger fucked her ass for the first time, while Lee took care of her pussy. Scott was concerned that Lee might be hurting her, but nothing could be further from the truth. He watched as his amazing wife urged Lee on, as she enjoyed the fuck of her life. Then Scott laid beside her, kissed her, and whispered, "Do you like it, honey?" and the music swelled in the background. "O, Scott it feels so good. He's fucking me just like we wanted. His cock is so long and hard, I don't want him to stop. I love you, baby. You take such good care of me. No woman has it better than me, Scott. I have everything. Then she looked up at Lee and said, Keep fucking, Hung Lee, harder." They had been at it this way for several minutes when Lee began to signal that he was about to cum. Amy responded to his sounds and began the climb to her own orgasm. Their fucking quickened and they sounded like they were dropping down a steep rollercoaster. With each ejaculation, Lee let out a grunt. Amy was red in the face, and straining. She kept her eyes closed as she matched him thrust for thrust, while he emptied himself into her. His cum did not dribble out of her cunt; there was so much, and the fit was so tight, it squirted out instead. Only when he pulled out did it begin to flow. Lee was hardly out of Amy when Scott handed him the camera, and took his accustomed place between his wife's legs. He slid in effortlessly, and began to pump away. "I love you," Amy mouthed, as her adaptable pussy tightened down on his cock. If what she said was true, about always wanting more, even after a good orgasm, now was her chance to be satisfied. Scott fucked her like a madman, and Amy came again and again. Scott came and mixed his semen with Lee's inside his wife's cunt, and then collapsed at her side. "Did this really happen, or was it just my imagination," Amy said. No one answered her. The room was quiet. They rested, carried on a wave of violins from the stereo. Amy was lying next to Scott, when she realized that Lee was resting separately from them over by the easy chair. She motioned him over to lie on the other side of her. They fell asleep for a few minutes in a tangle of arms and legs. Amy awoke to Scott sucking on her breast. It stirred her deep inside. Soon Lee was sucking the other breast. Her hand felt their muscular backs and she ran her fingers through their hair. Simultaneously, the men began to stroke her stockinged thighs, which Amy parted for them. Lee's thick, strong finger squished inside her pussy hole, while Scott expertly worked her clitoris. In short order, the stimulation of breasts, clit and vagina, had her bucking in yet another orgasm, which, when it was over, only left her more excited. Amy kneeled between the two men and began to fondle their cocks. She had never before felt two cocks at the same time. She jerked on them until they were hard once again. Then she sucked one and then the other. In a way Scott had the better deal, because Amy could deep throat him, which she loved doing, as much as Scott loved having it done. Lee's cock, on the other hand, though less practical, was thrilling, and she loved jerking and sucking on it. When they were good and hard, Amy got on her hands and knees, and without any dialog, Scott kneeled in front of her so she could suck him, while Lee entered her from behind. In a moment, they had a reciprocal motion going. When one cock was going out the other was going in. They had threaded Amy from end-to-end, and she loved every moment. She stopped counting orgasms. Scott and Lee were smiling at each other. "Everything ok, buddy?" Scott asked. "Fine, just fine," Lee replied. On a silent signal, they switched positions. Now, Amy could taste herself on Lee's prick. She grabbed him with both hands and sucked for all she was worth. Lee undulated his hips, at one point held her head, and pushed in even deeper. When Scott heard her, gagging it brought him closer to the edge, and when he heard Lee groan that he was going to cum, Scott let go and pumped for all he was worth, his balls slapping at her ass. Lee was the first to cum. He shot hot streams of cum into Amy's mouth, some of which stuck on her face. The great cock was slathered in cum and saliva, as Amy kept pumping and squeezing out every drop. Lee dropped back exhausted. Scott turned Amy over on to her back, and reentered her. She pulled her knees up to her chest while Scott suspended himself above her on his extended arms, straight legged, and on the tips of his toes. This way the only part of them touching was cock and cunt. Scott dropped his hard cock deep into her pussy. Amy looked up into his eyes in disbelief. Scott saw Lee's cum all over her face and mouth. She tried to say something, but only emitted a gurgling sound. That did it. Scott came again. Amy could feel the semen being injected into her vagina, her third cream pie of the night. Afterward, the last rays of the sun illuminated Amy as she sat on the couch, beautiful, now naked, except for hose and sandals. Her lipstick was worn off and her lips were puffy. She raised her legs and opened her pussy lips, her vagina pouted visibly, repeatedly forcing the cum out. She held three loads, and it took some time for it to be expelled. The men stared in disbelief as she fed it to herself, in as obscene a display as they could ever have hoped for." Anybody want some?" she asked. "No, thanks," they said, and shivered. When Amy stood up, she grabbed both men by their cocks. "Uh, oh," she said, "there's still more," as she felt a glob of semen roll down her stockings. "It would be a shame to waste it, we can't have that," Lee said, and stuck two fingers up her vagina and scooped out another glob of the white cream. Hey Scott, I can't tell if it's yours or mine." It's mine," said Amy, so Lee smeared it across her mouth. She licked her lips and stood tiptoe in her high-heels, raising one leg off the ground, and tried to kiss him. What could he do? He kissed her back, and so did Scott. She could feel both men harden in her hands. Some time later when she was looking at the pictures, she wondered what the twins would think if they could have seen their mother that evening. They thought they were so hip, slick and cool. They would be lucky if ever, in their lives, they experienced the love and passion that their homemaker Mom had felt. That night was the beginning of the end. It was a beginning, because they got together five more times over the next few weeks; the end, because Lee's mood returned to normal shortly afterward, and his business began making money again, thanks to Amy and Scott. However, it was Amy's caring and eroticism that made Lee want to live again. When Lee began to make plans to move out, they made sure the last couple of sessions were over the top. Ever since Scott had fingered Amy's asshole, while Lee was fucking her, she developed a fondness for anal play. No, Lee never did fuck her in the ass, but Scott, who was large, but manageable, did. One night Lee lay on the bed while Amy straddled him on top, face-to-face. This was Scott's favorite position for Amy and Lee. He could see everything. He came up behind. She was prepared, and with plenty of lubrication, he slipped his cock into her rectum. The feeling of being filled by two hard socks at the same time was overwhelming. The men were gentle. It was Amy, who after a few minutes, began to egg them on. Her appetite was intimidating, but they took their cue from her, and gave her everything she asked for. Both men had their orgasms, simultaneously emptying themselves into her. All of Amy's fantasies came true over those next few weeks; the big cock fantasy, the two cocks, multiple orgasm fantasy, and the idea that love and lovemaking could heal a broken heart. She believed in the power of pussy, her pussy, and never regretted what she did. Lee eventually found a girl who loved him. Scott was the happiest man in the world. Although they never again shared their bed with another person, their sex life remained active and passionate into their old age. Amy, who had never masturbated, except with Scott, would on occasion, when she was alone, take a hot bath, spread out on the bed, and with a large dildo, bring herself to a shattering orgasm thinking about the things she did with her husband and Lee. The pictures turned out beautifully. The light of the setting sun bathed their bodies with a rosy glow. Amy's skin looked smooth and flawless. Lee's cock was photogenic from all angles and looked even bigger on film. The photographs froze ropes of cum in mid-flight, on their way to Amy's open mouth, and with so much cream, there were lots of pictures of cream pies, which she provocatively displayed for the camera. Scott's memories of Lee's big cock fucking his wife, and her sheer enthusiasm for it, and Amy's memories of Lee's hefty rod stretching her pussy, and the dozens of pictures they took, all combined to last them both for the rest of their lives. Dear Reader, thank you for finishing this rather long story, I hope it stimulated your own fantasies. Now go, enjoy yourself — Marc DeLancy