1 comments/ 71469 views/ 0 favorites Broadening Horizons By: oldfogey Too often, in the newness of the swinging lifestyle, we see husbands or wives with dissimilar interests in continuing beyond the initial excitement. I was fortunate. My wife had found that it was just as exciting with a total stranger as it had been with her first lovers. All I had to do was encourage her. 5 We had barely gotten settled in our new location before we both realized that what we had experienced up until now was not only the most interesting times of our married life together, but ultimately the most exciting, sexually. I couldn't wait to continue, and - judging from the signals I was getting from Linda, she couldn't either. I really hadn't expected it to work out as well as it was, but since it had, I was already preparing for a continuation of the fun we'd experienced up to now, carefully because of Linda's lack of experience, but steadily.. Mel was one of several who answered an ad I had placed in a national swinger's magazine. We averaged about six couples per a small ad without pictures each time I sent it in for publication. I screened them as carefully as I could, trying to make certain that Linda's next partner would stir her interest (and give her the satisfaction the first four had.. He and his wife Mary were close to where we lived. We concentrated on those closest to us first. I didn't want to get my hopes up too high, realizing at least in the back of my mind how much I was becoming addicted to the fact that other men were fucking my wife and I was enjoying it as much as she, perhaps even more. I met Mel at a coffee shop. He was a little over six feet tall, a big, raw-boned kind of guy with sandy colored hair, and blue eyes that I knew would melt my wife as soon as she looked into them. We talked generally at first. I wasn't too sure how this would go, but soon I realized that I was being foolish. If he didn't know what we wanted to do, he had been reading the wrong magazines. Both of us were a little nervous though, obviously Mel hadn't been at this too long either. We laughed together as we realized that both of us were reaching for our wallets to show pictures to each other of our wives. Once out, we traded. Mel had some delightful ones of Mary who, from the pictures, looked to be a rather shy but good looking woman, with a nice figure. The smile looked a little strained, and I suspected she wasn't any more comfortable having her husband carry nude pictures of her as Linda was when she found out that I had taken some of her less than fully dressed and carried them with me. While they weren't as revealing as Mel's pictures of his wife, they still showed my wife's 40DD's pushing up high and proud on her chest, and the long, firm legs that tapered perfectly down to slim ankles in high heels. Mel's only comment was a low whistle. "I think we're both pretty lucky, don't you?" I asked. Mel gave me a nod of agreement as he studied Linda's picture like he was trying to memorize it. He looked up and laughed softly. "Are these for real?" he asked, his thumb right under my wife's breasts in the photo. It was my turn to laugh now. "Very much so, and so sensitive that if a man touches them her nipples get hard as rocks. No man has ever had to push very hard to get her into the sack once he's got those lovelies stirred up. She loves to have them sucked and played with." "Wow!!" he said, still grinning. We exchanged wallets again. His face turned serious. "I thought Mary had a nice set, but those are fantastic. My first wife had such a tiny set they looked like lemons, and she didn't like men to play with hers. She just wanted straight fucking, and then only occasionally. When we split the sheets, I think she stopped fucking around completely." He shook his head sorrowfully. "What a waste. She was damn good at giving head." Slowly his smile came back. "But Mary is even better, and if I can get her into swinging like my ex, she's going to be a fantastic screw!" "Then she doesn't swing now?" I asked, disappointed. "No, not yet, but she said she was willing to give it a go since I was so adamant about it. I really think that she's ready, just doesn't want to admit it to herself yet. She reads that swingers magazine and darn near drools at some of the ads in there. Once we start screwing, she goes ape, telling me how she wanted this one and that one to fuck her, but she damn near fell out of her tree when I told her about you two." "So we've got two darned near novices going at this together. Man! This could get to be rough." Mel's answer as we walked out to our cars was what I wanted to hear. "Maybe so," he grinned, "but I don't think either one of us will regret it if we try it." When the weekend came, it was a relief. Mel and I had agreed that we would meet late on Saturday morning and, if everything went well, let it play out as it would. So, when we rolled into their yard at eleven, I wasn't surprised to see only Mel coming toward the car. He waved as he came toward us, smiling and telling us to "Get out, come on in." He reached for the handle on Linda's side and opened the door wide, smiling from ear to ear. Taking her hand, he helped her from the car, paying not attention to me at all. Linda swung around on the seat and let Mel help her, standing and facing him with a smile of her own as I got out. They preceded me on the short walk to the house where now a smiling Mary opened the door and beckoned us in. The girls hugged and began talking immediately, with Mary offering us some iced tea. She headed toward the kitchen without so much as more than a glance at me while Mel steered Linda to a couch that faced another one just like it, separated only by a long, low coffee table. Mary served the tea and seeing how the seating arrangement had come about sat down with me a short distance away, on the couch. Mel made himself at home right away, putting his arm over Linda's shoulders and pulling her close. I could see that she already felt somewhat comfortable with him and didn't mind the proximity at all. In the time that followed, almost an hour, we discussed the usual innocuous subjects that strangers meeting for the first time will discuss between them. Finally, Mary got up and beckoned to me. "Let me show you around," she said softly, smiling. "Mel will keep Linda amused." She glanced at her husband, who nodded. We went through the back door together to a corral where three horses stood close to the bars, looking expectantly at us, obviously expecting Mary to rub their soft noses and give them a treat. "My babies," she explained, fishing a carrot for each out of a pail next to the fence. "And they're just a little spoiled." She was smiling widely, obviously at home with this. I joined her next to the fence as we talked. "I'm so nervous," she said softly, her face softening. "This is the first time that we've done anything like this and I just don't know what to do." "I thought....." I started. She waved her hand, silencing me. "Let me just talk for a minute, I've got to get over this..." She took a deep breath and began, leaning against the fence for support, visibly shaking. "Mel is an old hand at doing this. His first wife was as thrilled with it as he is. He told me some of the stories about what they did together and, although it made our sex life very exciting, I just couldn't see getting into it. He's the only man who has ever touched me," she continued, eyes begging for understanding. She dropped her head, looking to the ground and finished. "When I had refused several times, he began going out, telling me that if I wouldn't, then he would just have to do it on his own. Several times he came back and I could smell the scent of another woman on him. It made me mad, but at the same time it was kind of exciting." I started to say something again with the same result. She cut me off with a raised hand. Lifting her eyes, she looked at me directly. "He finally convinced me that, if I didn't, this marriage wouldn't last. I love him, Earl, and I can't stand the thought of losing him, so I went along with this." Tears were close to the surface. I put my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to me. I was almost whispering as I told her how it had taken years for Linda to reach the point she was today and how we were both nervous about meeting new couples. I lifted her chin and smiled at her. "We'll get through this," I promised, "and we aren't going to do a thing until you're ready." Her eyes thanked me. I could see that she was much more at ease as we drifted back toward the house. We stopped on the porch, and sat down together on a wide wooden swing that overlooked the pasture. A big wide window was behind us, the shade pulled half way down until only the three or four feet of it permitted a view into their living room. Only the horses could see anything but our legs, and they were busy with their own pursuits. I put my arm on the back of the swing and saw Mary slowly move closer as she became more comfortable with me. We talked for over an hour as I explained how Linda had gotten into the swinging life, and the fun we had enjoyed together since without elaborating much on my own interests. She turned her body toward me and casually, probably without thought, put her hand on my thigh. I could feel its warmth and the stirring of my cock that resulted. "But don't you mind that she is with another man?" I smiled at her. "Not at all, in fact I think it's a compliment to me that I made such a good choice and other men find her as exciting and interesting as I do." I laughed, "And it certainly has pepped up our sex life. Linda is a marvelous woman and we enjoy being together even more than before. All the bars are down, we can talk about anything and admit to each other that we were in a rut before." I let my arm slide down and over her shoulders without any objection from her. She sat back now without moving her hand from my thigh, looking out over the green fields and murmured, "What a relief that is. I thought that I was the only one who had second thoughts about it. Mel has been telling me that he feels the same way and I just couldn't believe it." She turned her head toward me and almost whispered, "Are you sure?" I couldn't resist. I leaned toward her and let my lips touch hers. They were warm and wet, inviting. Her eyes closed and I heard a little whimper come from her throat as our kiss deepened. I opened my mouth and let my tongue touch her lips, moving slowly from side to side until I felt hers open beneath mine. I licked her lips and let our tongues touch as my other hand moved to her breast and touched it softly. Her back arched, forcing her breast into my hand. I could feel the nipple growing beneath my hand even through her bra. Her hand touched mine as I unfastened the first snap on her shirt, then moved down slowly over my arm as I reached for the second. She didn't resist, although I heard another slight whimper as the third and fourth followed and my hand slipped between the facings to cup the warmth of her breast beneath the bra cup. Our lips were open wide now, tongues dueling for supremacy. Mary moved slightly away and then leaned back in a semi-reclining position against thick pillow covering the arm of the swing. She pulled one leg up and braced it against the back of the swing, the other remaining on the floor. I leaned forward until we touched from mouth to belly, letting the heat of our bodies merge. I was acutely aware of the throbbing of my cock as we continued. I pushed my hand up beneath the cup of her bra, levering it up until her breast was free. I closed my hand over the orange-sized mound, feeling the nipple digging into my palm as it responded. Letting my kisses trail their way down her chin, over her throat, I closed my lips over that nipple and began sucking slowly and gently, pulling almost the entirety of it into my mouth with suction, and using my tongue to rasp the aureole and swirl around the swollen nipple. Mary's breast was almost as sensitive as my wife's. I had no sooner began sucking it than her hand came up between us and cupped it from beneath, holding it higher for my pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in short gasps. I rolled slightly, freeing my cock from its prodding of the swing and reached down to unzip my fly. As it fell free, I pulled it completely out of my trousers and reached between us once more to begin sliding my hand up the inside of Mary's thigh. I had expected some resistance, but none came. My hand moved slowly upward as my kisses and pleasuring of her breast continued until I felt the thin, wet tricot band that covered her superheated pussy. Her thighs opened wider at my touch. Her body jerked when I covered her mound and slowly began massaging it until I could slip my hand beneath the delicate fabric. My thumb stroked the softness of her pubic pelt. My fingers stroked lips that slowly parted with the touch of my fingers. We remained like that for almost a half hour, kissing her breasts, her mouth, her throat, her hair, her closed eyes and exploring her body with both hands, letting her become accustomed to my touch. Mary's vulva was opening wide, welcoming the slow, gentle movements of my fingers up and down the slippery slot of her sex, gently probing and pressing. I found her clit and brushed my thumb over it, earning another jerk from her and a slight pressure up against the pressure of my thumb. It was time. I raised myself partially, unbuttoned the flap of my trousers and letting them fall to my knees. I had worn no underwear for the occasion and now I was glad I hadn't. I rolled Mary's panties down her thighs until I reached her knees. She raised her legs, giving me a splendid view of that warm, chestnut colored pelt and the swollen lips that now were widely spread, as I took her panties from her and dropped them to the deck of the porch. I'm sure that she expected me to enter her right away, but I saw something which intrigued me even more and lay down between her thighs once more. Kissing my way up the inside of her thigh, I reached that warm, musky smelling mound and kissed it, letting my tongue slide up and down the channel between the swollen pussy lips, tasting her readiness. Pulling both her legs over my head and letting her heels rest on my back, I put both hands on that warm, firm ass and pulled her pussy closer until I could cover it completely with my mouth. Mary gasped as my upper lip touched her clit and began mouthing it while my tongue slipped up and down the slippery slot of her sex. Realizing how this was affecting her, I let my lips close over her now swollen clit and began gently sucking it in and out like a miniature cock. Her gasps of pleasure continued until I felt her jerking body spasm once more and tasted the sweetness of her juices in my mouth. "Oh, my god, that was beautiful!" she gasped as I slid higher on her body and began fondling her breasts again as we kissed. "No one has ever made me do that before like that," she panted. I could feel her hips still slowly pumping, pressing upward against my crotch, reliving her first oral orgasm. Her cunt was perfectly situated to rub against the head of my dick, leaving little trails of pre-cum in her pussy pelt. Her clit had tried to return beneath it's hood after that first explosion of lust, but the sensation of my cockhead had it swollen and exposed again, enjoying the sensations the mingling wetness stirred. Her eyes widened and I felt her hands tighten on my upper arms when one slight retreat of her hips put the opening to her vagina in line with my cockhead and she felt it press between the warm wet lips, just short of the ring of muscle that protected her sexual core. Voluntarily or not, her hips jerked upward once more, driving the first couple of inches of my dick into her. I felt that tight muscle close behind the head and the heat of her hungry pussy consoling my throbbing cock. "I thought this was what you wanted to do to me," she almost whispered. "I never expected you to do that, or I would have cleaned it out. Mel did it to me just before you came." "I couldn't have enjoyed it more," I told her pressing slightly forward and then retreating, gently working my way deeper into her. "I like eating a woman who has just had sex. Linda will tell you that I'm always pestering her until she gives it to me after she's been with another man." Mary made a face, but I could see that she wouldn't mind that experience again - and I knew I would provide her the opportunity. "You're so big," she hissed, pressing upward again. "It feels wonderful." I could see her thinking then, and she softly added, "I can't believe that I'm letting you do this to me while Mel is in the living room with your wife, just a few feet away." She reminded me of what we had came for, and I looked through the big window which was just at the right height now to have a full view of their living room. My wife was on her back, on the thickly padded rug covering the center of the floor, her eyes closed her mouth open wide, gasping with pleasure. Both sides of her blouse had been peeled back to expose her 40DD's to Mel. Her bra was beneath her, both ends lying loose, the cups looking like cantaloupe-sized additions beneath her arms. Mel was making full use of her. His cock was buried in her to the hilt. His crotched smacked against her wet beaver as he thrust hard into her, gazing in delight at breasts that even in their heaviness bounced with each thrust, swelled magnificently from her chest, wet and white from his attentions to them. Linda's hips jerked upward as she matched his thrust trying to impale herself on Mel's cock. Her legs were around his waist, her ankles crossed behind his back, urging him deeper, her hands clawing at his biceps as he tried to spread my wife's fertile cunt wider. Mel must have sensed my eyes on him and looked toward the window. He could see us plainly and winked at me as he thrust forward, driving his dick forcefully into Linda's welcoming cunt. She grunted and clutched him tighter, her legs jerking his lower torso downward into her crotch, welcoming the feeling of his thickness both filling her and working its way in and out of her juicy cunt.. Already she had the circular pattern of whiteness around the point where he entered her. Mel had made her cum at least once before, and was well on his way to doing it again, based on the length he was putting in her. His cock glistened with their combined juices. "Oh, I don't think Mel would mind," I laughed softly. "Look." Mary's head turned, giving her the same view I had. She stared for long minutes, then a slow smile came across her face as their eyes met. Mel pulled my wife's hips off the floor and spread her legs wide to display his dick driven into Linda's cunt and the swelling lips of her pussy. He continued fucking my wife as they watched each other. I made certain Mel could see that I was up to my balls in the scintillating Mary. I pushed my arms between her warm thighs and lifted them until her legs were over my shoulder. I felt the previously almost passive muscles surrounding my cock begin gripping me tightly, literally milking my dick as she watched her husband fuck my wife and felt her own pussy being reamed to the very end. "Oh, god," she moaned, "that makes me so hot watching him fuck her. He told me that it would, if I ever saw him fuck another woman," she hastily added, "but I didn't believe him. Not until now. Look at him! He's fucking your wife!" "I know. Isn't it a beautiful sight?" I said, looking down instead at the point where our bodies connected and thrilling to the feeling of this woman’s hot core surrounding my worshiping cock. "I love watching another man do her. Mel probably feels the same way. Is he still watching us?" Broadening Horizons Mary's eyes never changed from the sight she had been staring at all along, that of her husband of only a few years driving his dick into another woman, grunting with the savagery of it. It looked more like he was trying to split her body in half with his long, hard thrusts. I knew that he wanted to cum in her. The sight of her breasts bounding up and down on Linda's chest with each of his thrusts was an enormous turn on, not to mention the whispered gasping of my wife as she begged him to fuck her “harder, deeper.” "Oh, he's shooting in her! He's doing it! My gosh, look at him pounding himself into her. I can see the cum flying!" For whatever reason, Mary began cumming immediately. I felt the velvet smoothness turn into iron hardness around my cock, milking me with each stroke as I began slowly speeding up my thrusts to match her own more rapid breathing. He head was still turned to the window, watching her husband driving still, trying to pound that sweet juice into the very end of my wife's vagina and into her baby-making equipment. I felt her body begin jerking spasmodically as a flush crept across her chest, then her throat and finally ending as a mask of redness almost like a blush across her face. She gripped me tightly as she felt the first explosion of cum blast deep into her vagina, then turned her head to look at me as she thrust her crotch against my own, suddenly moaning and panting with pleasure. "Your cum is so hot!" she gasped, eyes wide now that she felt the flow beginning to slow. She pulled me down and kissed me as she returned to earth. She giggled as she added, "it's like you've put a little fire in my pussy. I can feel it all the way up here," she said, reaching between us to demonstrate how high in her belly she had felt those bolts of love juice blasted into her. "It's all over me!" she said in a hushed voice as she pulled her hand out and saw it covered with the clear viscous liquid of our lovemaking. She looked at it as if she had never seen it before, then, with a mischievous grin, raised her hand to her mouth and began slowly licking her fingers. "M-m-m, and it's good too! No wonder you like eating Linda when she's been had and you've fucked her too." "And like I'm going to eat you again, young lady," I smiled down at her as I eased myself back slightly and began sliding down her body. I gave each of her breasts an open mouthed kiss on their nipple as I slid lower and lower, until my face was even with that now cum sodden muff that had so recently been filled with my cock and the cum from it. "Just like I did before, only this time you know that Mel is watching. You told me that he couldn't screw again for a while after he's fucked you, but you notice he did today. And I'm willing to bet he'll fuck my wife again while he watches me eat you." "Oh, I hope so," Mary gasped, catching my head in her hands and using both to pull me tighter into her crotch. "I want him to see you eat me," she almost whispered, "and I want to watch him fuck your wife again...and again....and...." Her voice trailed off and her hips started bucking as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking it between pursed lips, teasing it with my tongue, then opening my mouth wide to cover her pussy from her clit to the nether limits. I felt her legs encircle me and her heels begin drumming on my back as I dined at that fabulous "y". Her hips were thrusting upward, trying to drive her crotch deeper into my mouth. One hand was behind my head pulling me deeper, the other tangled in my hair, pulling me down, down, down, to pure heaven. A few hours later we were all clean and rested up, within a few feet of where we had started that morning. Mary was sitting in my lap, in a wrap-around skirt, fresh from the shower. A clean, lacey bra had been added, but nothing else. Her cum soaked panties still lay on the floor of the porch, outside, with the rest of her clothing. Linda was resting against Mel's chest, her feet stretched out along the length of the couch they sat on, his arm draped over her shoulder, one of his big hands curled gently around one of her bare breasts. A pair of sheer panties had been added to keep her still leaking pussy from staining their couch. Her freshly washed, blown dry beaver and still wet, slightly swollen cunt lips pressed hard against the almost transparent material, displaying her readiness once more. After her shower she had put on a new pair of sheer thigh high nylons, as well as the high heeled black pumps she had worn to come visit our new friends, combed her hair, freshened her makeup and the scent she wore. She looked imminently fuckable. The smile on her face told me that was exactly what she had in mind. "We were going to invite you to eat lunch with us," Mary laughed, looking over at her husband and my wife, "but Earl's already had his. It's getting late, I should think about supper. Are you all hungry?" My wife stretched and smiled salaciously, putting her own hand over Mel's. "Well, not really. Mel's already promised to feed me something, and I know he's got a snack in mind, so we can wait." Mary laughed again. "Earl made me promise to feed him, but I told him he's going to have to work for it. I know what I want, so let's just wait until closer to bedtime. You all did, plan to spend the evening, didn't you?" "If they didn't before, they will now. I'm not letting Linda get away before morning, at least." "Oh, just listen to us," Mary blushed and giggled. "I would have never believed that I would have acted like I did this afternoon, or that what you told me would be so right," she told her husband, "but I can't believe how excited it made me." "Me, too," Linda laughed, "excited, that is." Mel leaned over her shoulder and took my wife's breast in his mouth, suckling the nipple gently as he reached down over her stomach and slipped his fingers beneath the transparent panties. I saw two fingers disappear between those lovely cunt lips of hers and begin moving slowly before she giggled and told him to "just wait a minute, please." She sat up and slipped her panties off, then moved into his lap. Mel was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Linda tugged it apart as she scooted around to face us. Then, with both hands, she grasped his erect rod and put it at the entrance to her pussy with an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction as the first inch slipped easily into her. Mary, sitting across my thighs stared openly, seemingly transfixed as she watched the first few inches slide into my wife. Linda had pulled Mel's head over her shoulder and was kissing him as he slowly worked his meat deeper into her, using both hands to spread her thighs wide, exposing her to us. I turned Mary in my lap and curled my hands over her breasts beneath the cups. I had lost my own towel almost as soon as Mel had, leaving my own cock waving in the breeze, directly between Mary's warm thighs, just grazing her chestnut colored muff. Over her shoulder, gazing down at her swollen nipples, I could see the first drops of lubrication oozing from the tip. "He's going to fuck her right here!" Mary gushed in an excited whisper into my ear. "Not yet," I said softly back to her. "Just watch." Even as I said it, Linda was getting off Mel, leaning forward until his cockhead left her with a slight 'pop' to his intense displeasure. She took all the sting out of it though when she turned to face him, straddled his thighs and pressed her breasts into his face as she steered his engorged cock to her pussy opening once more. "Ah, that's better," I heard her say, "now you can dine in comfort." Mary would probably have giggled if I had not put one hand over her mouth while I used the other to guide my dick to her cunt once more. I felt her thighs spread as she felt my intentions and I slipped once more into that velvet chute still lightly lubed with my cum. "Oh, damn!" she hissed softly, "I can't believe this. Here I am watching my husband fuck another woman and loving it while her husband does the same thing to me. You are going to spend the night with us, aren't you? We only have one bed, but......" "Say no more, honey!" It was my turn to laugh. "I can't think of anything that I'd enjoy more than watching Mel fuck my wife while I screw you." "That's perfect, maybe we should....." She never finished the thought. Mel stood up opposite us and my wife clamped her legs around his waist, letting herself slide back away from him until his cock and hands were the only thing keeping her from falling. Mel was buried to the hilt in my wife as he strolled slowly toward the bedroom, each step punching his cock into my wife’s pussy slightly deeper until she sat up in his arms and began gnawing at his shoulder with lust filled eyes. Mary surprised me. She almost launched herself out of my arms, intent on following them to the bedroom. She took my hand in passing, almost yanking me off the couch. The strength of this woman was easy to underestimate as I had found out earlier today. We got to the door just in time to see Mel lay down on his back and push my wife back against his raised thighs. Holding both her breasts in his hands, he watched her settle herself on him until their pubic hairs meshed. I laid Mary down on the bed and introduced her to a position Linda's first lover had shown her. Slipping one leg beneath her, and capturing her far leg between mine, I could slide my cock right through the opening to this hot little pussy and still watch our respective mates enjoying each other as they had before, except in more comfort. "Ride him, honey," I said to Linda. "He wants to fuck you and feel those lovely tits of yours in his mouth at the same time." Her eyes snapped open from the dazed condition they had previously been in. She knew what he wanted, and what she wanted too. With a lusty smile she leaned forward on her lover's body and let her breasts dangle directly over his mouth, leaving only a couple of inches of hard dick between her pussy lips. "I know he does," she said softly. "He likes sucking my tits, don't you, Mel? You like to squeeze and play with them while you fuck me, don't you?" I was surprised. Linda generally hadn't been very vocal before, but as her experience grew, so apparently did her courage. I watched her lean forward and crush her breast against his mouth as his feet pushed hard against the foot of the bed and he managed to drive his dick into my wife completely once more. Her hiss of pleasure was exactly what I wanted to hear. "They are so pretty," Mary said softly. I thought that she meant her husband and my wife until I saw her hand reach out and curl around the breast Mel was sucking, holding it tightly, pushing it deeper into his mouth. "I wish mine were this beautiful!" "They are," I hastily assured her. "Beauty is from the way they are used, not the size. Like this," I told her, pushing her bra over her breasts and squeezing one gently until I saw the nipple harden and become even more erect. I put my mouth over it, pulling as much of her breast as I could into my mouth and sucking it gently as I rasped my tongue over the nipple. I eased my hips higher toward her crotch and felt my cock head spreading her lips. There wasn't any resistance this time, although the muscles of that sweet little pussy still was a tight ring around my dick as they closed beyond the helmeted head. Mary gasped as she felt the assault from both ends, but she didn't protest this time I could feel her hand rubbing her lower belly as I guided my dick all the way into her until my balls hung over the entrance to her asshole. Her hand moved up and down in cadence with my pumping of her vagina. I could see the flesh moving as I fucked her slowly. Mel could too. He had felt his wife helping him enjoy mine and now he reciprocated, putting his hand over Mary's belly, feeling the ridge of muscle expand and contract as I fucked his wife. "How does that feel, honey," he asked her softly. "Do you like Earl's cock in your pussy? I told you you'd enjoy having another man fucking you, now you see what I mean. And just look at this lovely lady," he said, edging closer to us. "Watch what I'm doing to her." Linda leaned back once more, against Mel's thighs. She lost the contact of Mary's hand on her breast, but she more than made up for it with the show she was giving his wife right now. Her hips moved in a slow, stirring motion that I had seen her use before to milk her partner's cock. Even the notoriously (in most women) slack lips of her vulva were tuned to hold that hard dick captive. And she used those moves now, as she had learned with her first few partners, to make Mel gasp with pleasure. "Yes, look what he's doing to me, Mary," Linda hissed. "I'm going to fuck your husband to death while mine eats your pussy the rest of the night. He loves eating pussy, especially when it has cum in it, and he's going to fuck you until he shoots enough in your hot pussy to keep your legs spread all night. That's what this is all about honey, getting ours while these boys get theirs. You're going to learn to love it, just like I do." She laughed. It was a long speech for her, especially when she was getting exactly what she knew she had wanted as soon as she saw Mel for the first time. "And don't be afraid to feed it to him, honey. Just sit on his face and grind your pussy into his mouth. Spread your lips wide, let all that cum out, then make him fuck you again." "Just like I'm going to come over to your house and fuck you, Linda." Mel groaned. His hands were pulling my wife's hips down until there was absolutely no separation between his body and hers. I could almost hear the thrilling sound of his cock shooting i's juices deep into her hungry cunt. He was right. I knew he'd be over to our house, and whether I was at home or not, I wanted his cock in my wife. She would welcome him. And that’s the way it turned out. Mel was over often after that first time, and more than once Mary came over. Sometimes Linda would join us in bed, but just as often she would remain in the living room listening to the sounds of lust as she remembered, with a smile, how reluctant she had been less than a year or so ago. I knew she was already thinking of broadening her horizons, and I certainly encouraged her to do it.