23 comments/ 108944 views/ 22 favorites Hey, Are You Two Fucking? By: PhilCanyon This story is based on a very old joke with a punch line as follows: "Hey, it really does look like you're fucking!" I've laughed at the joke for years. It's a Loving Wife story that has three main characters; Husband, Wife and his Best Friend. I hope you enjoy this read. Please comment!! * Hey, ARE YOU TWO FUCKING? The story has its start six months ago. Ken and Cloe were best friends with Toby and Marcy. They did everything together. Neither couple had kids, choosing instead to spend their first years of marriages having fun. It was the kind of fun that only best friends can have. They all trusted each other completely and for good reason; they were each completely faithful. Their trust allowed them to open up and be loving friends and it wasn't unusual to find Cloe sitting in Toby's lap laughing and giggling, or Marcy sitting in Ken's. Quite the opposite; it would be unusual for any of them to not show a playful sibling affection for each other's spouses. That seemed to change the day Marcy gave Toby the divorce papers. He fell into a deep funk and so did Ken and Cloe for a time. They'd lost their companions. But, Cloe wasn't going to take the news lying down. "You don't get anything done sitting on the side of the road," was one of her favorite expressions. She booked a vacation for the four of them to an adult only resort on a tropical island. She felt that if she could get them out of the hustle and bustle of their city life, they would reconnect with each other and everything would be fine again. No such luck. Marcy refused to go. She had found another man and she wasn't the least bit interested in reconciliation. Heartbroken, Toby remained depressed and alone. He rarely went out and seemed to cling to the two people he was closest with; his best friends Ken and Cloe. In typical Cloe fashion, she insisted he go with them on the vacation anyway. "We'll find some fun for you, Toby," She'd said. "Yes, mother. I'll be your third wheel," He replied in jest, but accepted her logic and three weeks later off the three of them went to enjoy tropical paradise. They shared a large two bedroom suite in a luxury resort. Without Toby's wife there, he had one bedroom to himself. The resort served their every need and was fully stocked with all the modern conveniences; cable TV, cell phone coverage, internet connectivity, etc. "Oh, great," Cloe said sarcastically when she heard we had cell phone coverage. "I can't get Ken off the damn thing. He even brought a cute little waterproof pouch to carry it in." Ken knew she was right. But, he had to stay in touch with his business, even a thousand miles away. The first day in paradise, Toby and Mark were talking over drinks at the Cabana Bar on the beach. It seemed that the break up didn't only affect Toby. It had made Ken do some thinking, some soul searching. He'd decided he needed to live his life with Cloe to the very fullest he could live it. And, what he was thinking shocked Toby. "Promise me you won't tell Cloe," Ken insisted. "Promise me, Toby. "Sure, sure. I'm your best friend. What is it, man," he asked. Ken laid it out for him. He told him he'd had a fantasy for several years that he'd held inside. "And? What is it?" Toby asked. Ken went on and on about how hot he thought Cloe was, and how much he loved her and how wonderful of a wife she was... All to avoid telling Toby his fantasy for her. "Cmon, bud. All that's obvious. Now, tell me what you wanna tell me," Toby said, interrupting. "I wanna watch my wife fuck another guy," he blurted out. Toby's jaw almost hit the floor. "What the hell?" Ken assured him he was serious. "And, that's not all... I, uhmmm....I, ahhhh... I want the other guy to be you," he said. Toby told him that there was no way in hell he was going to do something like that. But, Ken kept on trying to persuade him. He reminded Toby that he was the only one he could truly trust with his wife. "I'm jealous as hell of any man that comes near her, Toby. I can trust you, dude. I could actually handle it if it was you instead of a stranger." Toby listened to his best friend carry on for almost 30 minutes about wanting to see him fuck his wife. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" he asked him. Ken looked up from his drink and straight into Toby's eye's. "I'm serious as a heart attack. If you won't do it, I'll find someone else. I'll find someone to seduce her. And, I'll probably die of jealousy as I watch it happen." Toby didn't agree to it. But, he agreed he'd think about it. As they walked back to find Cloe sunbathing on the warm sand Ken chuckled.... "Besides, that dick of yours is at least twice as big as mine. You're hung like a damned mule, Toby." Toby snickered as they both looked down at the swim suit he was wearing. It was a Speedo suit. It held his big balls like a sack of marbles and his cock pushed out the front emphasizing his girth and length because it hung down far below his balls.. Cloe and Ken had both teased him about it all day long. Cloe had teasingly called it a ball sack. "Chicks dig the mule, Ken." He jested and they both belly laughed as they waived at Cloe and made their way down the beach. Ken had to fight off an erection, just from thinking about seeing Cloe with Toby's big dick in her pussy. He was determined it was going to happen during this vacation and he knew he had to get Cloe to agree to it, and soon. As soon as Toby went into the surf, he brought up the subject. "Cloe?" he said. "Yes, Darling?" she replied. He stuttered and stammered his way through his fantasy. He explained how much he wanted it to happen and how jealous it made him to even think about it. He explained how he wanted Toby to be the one and he went on and on while Cloe listened. Her response wasn't what he'd hoped for. "Who the fuck do you think I am, Mr. Ken Johnson?" Uh ohh, he thought to himself. She only calls me Mr. Johnson when she's pissed off. She let him know that he had a perfectly faithful wife and she wasn't about to tarnish her reputation by acting like a slut, "Just to give my pervert husband a hard on!" she added at the end. Ouch, that hurt he thought. But, he continued to try to press home the point and the more he did, the more she resisted. "I'll tell you what, mister pervert husband. I can't believe you already talked to Toby about it. I'm going to be so embarrassed the next time I see him. I doubt I can even look him in the face. I wish I could forget you ever said this to me cause now the only thing I'm going to think about when I'm alone with him is that you are wishing we are fucking!" she added. "Sorry, Cloe. I just thought I should tell you," Ken replied. "Hmmmph!" Cloe retorted. "Hung like a mule? Well, you didn't have to tell me that. I already know it. Take a look at him in that skimpy suit he wears. I'm not blind. How many times have you seen me sit on Toby's lap, perverted husband? Us girls talk you know. But, it doesn't mean I want his 'Mullie' in my pussy!" she yelled, catching the attention of the couple laying closest to them. "Okay, okay, alright already," Ken answered and wished she'd cut out the 'perverted husband' comments. "Shit, all I want is to see my fantasy come true. Is that so much to ask?" "Be careful what you ask for, Dear. You just might end up being sorry you asked cause I might fuck the mule and not even tell you," she said in a final warning and stormed off the beach. She didn't mean it. He knew that. But, the threat had an effect on Ken and suddenly pangs of jealousy swept through his head at the thought of Toby fucking his wife without him being there to see it happen. Later that afternoon Ken rented an eighteen foot catamaran for them to sail outside the breakers. Cloe was wearing a green bikini that barely contained her magnificent breasts, and what was little more than a triangle of material at the bottom held on by a couple of thin strings, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Ken was thrilled that it was the one he'd bought for her and he hoped it meant she was no longer mad at him. She smiled broadly as they pushed the catamaran into the wet sand next to the foaming surf and she swayed her hips as she expressed her excitement at going sailing, those lush breasts bouncing enticingly and her hips giving just a little exaggerated wiggle. Standing beside Toby in his ball sack suit showing off his huge cock and balls, she looked as hot as he'd ever seen her. And, Ken's cock started getting hard again as he imagined the two of them fucking on the catamaran. Ken knew he had to get them alone together as much as possible during the next few days if his plan was going to work. So, he made an excuse at the last minute and backed out of the fun. "My stomach is aching, guys. That catamaran isn't going to help it. Toby, you're an expert sailor. Take Cloe out. Okay?" he insisted. Cloe gave him a funny look but she wanted to try something she'd never done, so she readily agreed. Ken walked to their normal sunbathing spot on the beach and watched Toby maneuver the sailboat expertly through the small waves breaking close to the beach. Once they got past the breaking waves they sailed up and down the beach. It was so exciting to Cloe. She'd never sailed and with Toby in command of the little catamaran, she was free to have fun experiencing the feeling of the wind filling the sails and powering the boat forward. After a few minutes, Toby decided to power up the sails even further and show Cloe how to 'fly' on one hull. He used the trapeze to balance on the long slender hull and had Cloe put her hips into his crotch and her back tightly against his torso so he could maneuver her weight with his to keep the boat balanced with one hull in the water and the other one with her and him 'flying' it. The spray from the hull knifing through the water had Cloe and Toby soaked. Her tits were barely covered by the small thin panels of the suit Ken had bought her. But, she was having so much fun that she didn't care that her bikini was now transparent. She leaned into him like he instructed and let him move her body with his. "Hold onto me tight, Cloe," he told her. "Keep pressed against me." She pressed herself against him, her hands on his strong forearms and even though he was only just beginning to swell, she could feel him against her lower back and she almost giggled. "Is that "The Mule" I'm feeling, Toby?" "Sorry, Cloe. But the way you're hips are pushing against me isn't helping," he replied. She giggled again. "Ken's probably enjoying this more than we are, Toby. I know all about his little game. He's hoping we fuck while we're out here. You know that, don't you?" "I know, I know. But, he doesn't really want it. He just thinks he does," Toby replied. "You agree?" She giggled, "I'm not sure, but I don't mind us being alone. I've always enjoyed having fun with you, Toby. Let's keep that our little secret," she quipped. "No problem, Cloe. I don't wanna get him all worked up," Toby replied. Teasing him with exaggerated motions, she rubbed her buns up against Toby. "That'd fire him up," she giggled. He recoiled a bit in surprise at first, but when she kept pressing against him, Toby relented, not that he had any complaints. The giggles that it drew from Cloe told him that all was in good fun, and he decided to play along. He moved a hand into position, allowing it to conform to the curve of Cloe's rump. A gentle squeeze got her giggling even more, and told Toby just how firm his best friend's wife really was. This friendly play was getting things firm for Toby as well, and in an unguarded moment, Cloe pressed herself squarely onto his hardening cock. Her eyes shot wide open as she felt Toby's hardness pressing against her. Up until now they'd been enjoying some relatively harmless stuff, but now she could feel his stiff cock grinding into her ass. She moved her hips up and down to take measure of his staff and balls. As she moved up, she pulled his balls up with her ass. Mmmm, those are nice, she thought. Cloe wiggled her ass until Toby's cock was captured firmly between her cheeks and then kept it there while they flew through the water. A part of her wanted him to continue, but she shook off the idea. As much as her body told her otherwise, Cloe started to pull away from Toby, just a little at first. Much as she guessed he would, Toby edged forward as she did, keeping his body in contact with hers in a classic spooning position. His hands were creeping around her waist, fingers toying with the elastic of Cloe's bikini. "Mmm, Toby, " she giggled. "Now, now.... We're just friends," she teased and as the hull moved back into the water she moved away from him. The rest of their ride was fun, but nothing else sexual occurred and after an hour of sailing they made their way to shore, turned in the boat and found Ken waiting. As the three of them walked back toward their towels Ken couldn't help himself any longer and asked the question that had been in his mind since they had left the shore. "Guys.... I know this is kinda crazy to say. When you were flying the hull. It sure looked like the two of you were fucking." Cloe and Toby looked at each other and grinned. Ken spoke up again. "I mean...I know you weren't. But, it sure looked like it. You weren't, were you?" Cloe decided to put her husband in his place. "What kind of wife do you think I am, Ken?" "I know. I know. It's a crazy thought. Never mind," he answered. The next day, Cloe woke early and ordered breakfast for them. She was in a great mood and suggested they take a ride down the beach on the resort's horses. They all agreed it was a great idea and after breakfast they set out for a day far down the beach, away from the prying eyes of others. The boys wore the same thing they'd worn every day since they'd arrived. Ken had on his swim trunks and Toby wore his 'ball sack', as Cloe had playfully nicknamed it. "It's starting to get a bit threadbare, Toby. That big "Mullie" of yours is starting to strain its harness," she joked. The boys laughed like all good friends do and shot right back at her. "Yeah, his ballsack may not be holding him in like it did on the first day. But, don't think we don't notice how your bikinis are getting smaller and smaller by the day," her hubby joked. Cloe looked down at herself as they walked to the beach. Today, she was wearing a Wicked Weasel. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom was nothing more than strings attached to a small triangular panel in front. "I suppose you're right, boys. Shall I go back and change into something more conservative?" They laughed at that one and insisted she looked terrific. "No need to change, little lady," they told her. Cloe was excited about the day. She'd never been riding before and like yesterday on the catamaran, she was expecting to have lots of fun experiencing something new and exciting. They brought a lunch and cooler which the local stable boy attached to the rump of Toby's black horse. Toby had grown up on a ranch and could ride with the best of them. But, Ken and Cloe had never rode before and needed a quick lesson in how to handle their horses. Cloe was excited about the horse she'd been given to ride. She was a beautiful brown color with black legs, tail and mane. "What color do you call her?" she asked."She's what is called a Bay," the stablehand explained. He went on to explain the terminology for the different color of horses and breeds. After the stable hand showed them the basics they rode off; way down the beach until well beyond any sight of other tourists. They set up a pallet of beach towels and laid out enjoying the warming midday sun. It was like old times, talking and having flirty fun together. But each of them knew the times were different now. Toby's wife wasn't part of it anymore. But, they still managed to have fun and Cloe was the center of attention, which wasn't a bad deal for her! Part of her enjoyed being the only woman amongst "her" men. She had all of the attention and it made her much freer to act out sexually. After lunch, Cloe wanted to go for another ride. Once again, Ken backed out, leaving her with Toby. They rode down the beach until almost out of sight. Ken looked far down the beach at the two riders. They looked as small as the little bugs in the sand around his feet and he nervously feared they would fuck without him being there to see it. His emotions were all over the place as he fought back jealousy at the same time as he fantasized about it happening. Toby and Cloe were riding side by side, their horses at a slow walk when suddenly her horse stepped on a large conch shell and bucked. "Eeeack!" she screamed as she fell to the sand with a hard 'thud' and watched her horse gallop off in the wrong direction. "Are you okay?" Toby asked. When she didn't answer he asked again. "Cloe, tell me you're okay!" "I'm.... I'm fine," she said, sobbing and trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears. She didn't want to admit that it had scared her. But, it had. The big beast had thrown her hard and she'd never expected it. "My horse..... What am I going to do now?" "Ride with me," he answered, leaned over to her and stretched out his hand. She grabbed it and with one strong pull he had her moving up the horse's side towards the front of his saddle. She didn't know any better and threw the wrong leg over his, facing the wrong way; towards him. She was frightened and this just added embarrassment to it. "Sorry, Toby. That was silly," she said, sniffling and wiping the tears from her eyes. "That's okay, Cloe. We can ride back like this. I'll hold you," he assured her. She placed her hand on his chest and let him hold her tight with one arm, as he held the horse's bridle with the other. She laid her head on his chest and the strong feeling of his grasp allowed her emotions to release. Cloe cried out loud, her chest heaving. "I was so scared," she sobbed. Toby rubbed his hand up and down her back to soothe her. "Now, now...It's okay, Cloe. No worries now, Baby." After a few moments releasing her emotion, Cloe settled down, melting into Tobys big chest and drying up her tears. And, instead of thinking of the terrible incident, she thought only of how strong and sure he was holding her. The feel of the top of his thighs felt cool against her hot skin. And, with Cloe sitting in his lap, Toby's balls were pressed into the seat of the saddle and his cock quickly grew erect and pointed up between her legs, pushing against her sex. He looked at her tiny bikini bottom and could see a slight wet spot and Toby wondered if it was sweat or was her pussy moistening? He leaned forward, forcing her hips up so he could better see her pussy as he brought the horse to a slow trot. Forward, back, forward, back. His cock was firmly against her pussy and Toby knew then that he was eventually going to fuck Cloe. He wanted to fuck her, and even though Ken wanted it too, he knew it was wrong. Ken was his best friend and Cloe had been his wife's best friend for years. Cloe felt safe and secure in his arms and she couldn't help it that her pussy was wet. Adding to that strong feeling of his arms around her was the feel of his hard cock against her pubic mound and tummy. She turned her head on his chest and looked down to see Toby's hard staff pushing up through the top of his white Speedo. At least three inches of his penis was out of his suit. "Oh, my!" Cloe gasped softly, hoping he wouldn't hear her. Her pussy was now sopping wet as it moved up and down along the length of his shaft; all in rhythm with the slow trot of the horse. She couldn't do anything to stop it and she didn't really want to. She scooted herself as tightly against his stomach as she could and pushed her head hard against his chest. Hey, Are You Two Fucking? Her wet cunt was now riding up and down the outside length of Toby's cock and her lips were full and plump from the excitement. Her Wicked Weasel bikini bottoms slipped in between them and her lips wrapped around the long thick bulge of his cock through his Speedo. Toby and Cloe were now touching flesh to flesh. The top of his cock was brushing against the outer lips of her pussy. Cloe moaned openly as she became more and more aroused. He took her hands and placed them around his neck. "Hold on tight," he told her. He picked up the pace and with it, her tits jiggled faster, brushing against his chest as they rode. Ken stood and watched from way down the beach. "Damn, are they fucking on the horse?" he asked himself. Alarmed and excited, he took off as fast as he could to investigate. "What are you doing, man?" he asked himself after a few seconds of running. I gotta control myself or I'll fuck this up, he thought and he felt conflicted and confused as he slowed to a walk. The ride down the beach was exciting Cloe until she was in an almost hypnotic state of arousal. Half of her pussy was in contact with half of his cock. Cloe could feel her cunt dripping, and though she was embarrassed, she was also hoping Toby could see it. With every fiber of her body, she wanted his cock. But, she knew she couldn't have it. She was a good wife. A faithful wife. And, even though her husband wanted her and Toby to fuck, she was determined to not give in to her lust. It wasn't easy as she felt her breasts heaving up down, up down, up down against his chest. Toby enjoyed his shaft being dry humped by Cloe's wet cunt and he could feel her nipples getting hard as they pushed through her bikini top. She buried her head in his neck and continued lightly moaning as she bounced up and down, which made his own hole ooze precum. He appreciated the jiggle of her chest and playfully swatted her behind. She didn't jump. Instead, she let a playful whimper escape her lips. So he began to lightly spank her ass again. She started to bob in rhythm with the stinging taps. He kept pushing her down hard onto his lap as she gasped and moaned, holding onto his shoulders for support. As she pumped up and down her breath quickened. Toby followed her rhythm, holding onto her with one arm behind her back, pulling her toward him, feeling her post up and down on against his stiff pole. The ride back to her husband brought her to the edge of orgasm and then, mercifully came to an end as she heard her husband calling and Toby slowed the horse to a walk. "Don't stop," she moaned. Toby pumped his hard cock against her now plump pussy lips one last time and then stopped the horse. "We have to, Cloe. Ken's almost here." Ken walked up to them, wondering why she wasn't on her own horse but not wanting to give them a sense that he was alarmed. Cloe hopped off Toby's horse, explaining how her horse had thrown her and Toby was gracious enough to help her back. "Thanks, Toby. Thanks for taking care of her," Ken said, while holding back the urge to accuse him of fucking her. He could clearly see the wet spot in her bikini and Toby's big 'Mullie' was still pushing his Speedo out, highlighting his cock and balls. The white suit had a discolored spot along the front from his wife's juices. He might not have said it. But, both Cloe and Toby could tell he wondered and to be honest, it pissed them both off. Nothing had happened. They'd both controlled themselves, yet here was Ken, with obvious pangs of jealousy. Ken murmured something about it looking like they were having a good time together. "Oh?" Cloe retorted. "And, I suppose you think we were fucking again?" She angrily brushed past him on the way to her towel. "No, no...Cloe, it didn't mean it to sound that way," he answered. Ken looked at his friend and shook his head. "You shouldn't treat her that way, dude." "I know. But, I want to see her and you fuck so bad that I can't get it out of my mind. It's driving me crazy with jealousy," Ken replied. The three of them spent the next two hours mostly in silence; each of them pondering how to react to the happenings of the last three days. The next day, Cloe woke up the guys with a cheerful "Good morning". She felt invigorated by the attention she was receiving and wanted to explore the island's beach with them. She packed a light lunch for them and put on another sexy bikini. After a long walk exploring the beach they came to a secluded spot safe from prying eyes. Just like the previous day, they made a pallet on the warm sand and settled into a day of fun and frolicking on the beach. After a few beers, Ken decided to let the current float him down the beach. He put his cellphone into its water proof pouch, popped open a beer and swam a few yards into the clear water. The current was fast and it moved him down the shore, far away from Cloe and Toby. Cloe had chewed him out pretty good last night. I suppose I deserve it, he thought as he sipped his beer and let the current take him down the beach. She'd told him in no uncertain terms that he'd best stop trying to convince her to fuck Toby. "And, you'd better stop accusing us of fucking each other," she'd warned. "I'm glad I apologized," he said aloud and took another sip. He beer can was empty and although he knew he shouldn't, he filled it with sea water and let it sink to the bottom This was his cue to walk back to his best friend and wife. So, he made his way to shore and started the long trek back. Toby and Cloe were engaged in a flirty conversation. Cloe was teasing him about the size of his monster cock and Toby was teasing her about how turned on she'd became during their horse ride the previous day. "You need some oil on you, Toby. You're going to burn if you don't." Toby grabbed the suntan oil from the beach bag. "Here, let me do that," she said, grabbing the bottle from his hands and scooting up beside him on her knees. As her oily hands glided across his pecs Toby offered up a confession. "Cloe, to be honest; I don't know how much longer I can hold out," He said earnestly. Cloe knew exactly what he was talking about. She felt the same way. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her in his arms and passionately make love to her. "I want you to, Toby. All the teasing and touching we've done on this trip has gotten to me. I sooo want to reach into your Speedo and rub this onto your 'mullie'," she said and giggled. "You've got me so horny that fucking you is almost the only thing I can think about." A large grin curled onto his face. "The helluva it is; Ken's the one that's set this whole thing up." She nodded her head. "Yep, and he'd have a huge erection just watching me rub you down. I can't imagine what he'd do if we actually went through with his fantasy." Cloe's hands went down his abs to the elastic band of his skimpy suit and lingered, oiling him up and wanting to grab the big cock that was already semi-erect, just two inches from her fingers. "But," she said and paused. "We can't," they both said together, causing a good laugh. Toby laid his head back onto the towel, looking into the tropical sky and enjoying the conversation while Cloe was sitting beside him on her haunches, rubbing suntan oil on his chest. Ken could see them far, far down the beach and with Cloe closest to him, it appeared that she was sitting astride Toby's crotch. Even though he had just warned himself not to think of it, he instantly imagined they were fucking. Ken grabbed his cell phone and hammered out a text to Toby. "Damn phone," Toby said as he reached into the beach bag. "I wish I hadn't brought it." "Are you fucking?" the text read as Toby flipped open his phone. He looked at Cloe and handed her the phone. "Your hubby thinks we're fucking again," he said to her. Cloe grabbed the phone from his outstretched hand. A frown came over her face as she read the message Ken had sent to his best friend, Toby. "Hmmph!" she squealed in frustration. "I'm gonna do something about this. Right now!" The text reply said, "This is your once innocent wife that would never cheat on you. But, I'm tired of your little games and now you're gonna get what you obviously want. Toby's cock will be in my sopping wet cunt before you can make it back." Cloe tossed the phone to Toby, stripped out of her bikini, reached over, grabbed Toby's Speedo and pulled it down his legs. Then, she straddled him with her knees in the sand. Amazed at what was happening, Toby opened up the phone and read the message. "Oh, shit." He whispered. Excitement coursed through Ken as he read the text. He lifted is head up and looked far down the beach. Squinting hard, he watched as Cloe straddled Toby. He was still too far down the beach to see much detail. Right away, Ken's cock tent-poled in his swim trunks. He picked up his pace and squinted to see more and within moments he'd covered enough ground to clearly see his wife on top of Toby's crotch. "Fuck me, Toby," Cloe said, moving her hips up his stomach until Toby's cock was at the entrance to her cunt. "Uh... Cloe, are you sure? I know Ken keeps saying he wants to see us fuck. But, that's all fantasy talk. He's probably going to be upset." "I don't care what he thinks," she replied. Cloe pushed her hips down his stomach, her hand holding his throbbing penis. She heard Toby moan as she began to rub it up and down her swollen sex lips. His cock was instantly hard and when she had the tip at her entrance, she pushed downward and moaned as the head slipped inside. "Cloe," Toby moaned. She felt him tense. She knew Ken could see what she was doing. She put her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. "I've got to have it," she hissed, her eyes wild with lust and for the first time, tasted his mouth. Cloe could feel the heat from his shaft in her pussy. Toby lay paralyzed, his throbbing cock snuggly captured in Cloe's wet hole. Ken would not normally have been surprised to see Cloe sitting on top of Toby. He'd watched her put lotion on him several times during this vacation and each time, she'd straddle him. And, each time he saw it he imagined she was fucking him. He'd had to fight off an erection many times on this trip as he imagined his sweet wife fucking his best friend. "This is probably the same thing," he gasped as he closed more ground between them. He knew that she was probably just bullshitting him with the text message she sent. "But, it sure looks like they're fucking," he repeated. He could see Cloe squirming on Toby's lap and he was getting close enough to make out some details. "Fuck! They're naked!" she grunted and picked up his pace. Cloe was as aroused as she had ever been. Her sex was pouring a steady stream of pussy juice onto the fat shaft of Toby's cock as it throbbed in her cunt. When Ken got closer she leaned forward and kissed Toby passionately again. A second later, she pushed her weight down, taking him deep into her body. They both moaned in pleasure. Toby couldn't believe it. He was full of excitement and his bull instincts were taking over as he felt her warm hole caressing him. He could even feel her juice running down his balls.   Cloe was now aroused beyond control. All she wanted was for Toby to ram his long cock into her and make her cum. She didn't care what Ken saw and she didn't care what he might think. He'd lost the privilege to offer up advice to her with the text message he'd sent. She'd warned him, and apparently he didn't believe her warning. He'll believe me now, she thought. Ken finally arrived to see Cloe with her head buried in Toby's neck. Toby's eyes were closed. Both of them were breathing heavily. Cloe was grinding her hips on Toby's huge cock. And, it was the nastiest sight he'd ever seen. He heard Cloe moaning. He looked at her and saw her looking back at him. Toby lifted up onto his elbows. A second later, Cloe had twisted around so that she was sitting reverse cowgirl and leaning back onto Toby's chest. Her legs were now spread on either side of his thighs and Ken could see Toby's massive cock inside her. Ken stood beside them, panting heavily and gasping for air as Cloe began to move her hips up and down. Little whimpers began to escape from her lips. They were the whimpers that told him she was in ecstasy riding his huge staff. Fuuuuccckk!, Ken's mind screamed with the excitement of watching his sweet Cloe fucking the his buddy. Ken's cock, which had been up and down the entire vacation, was rock hard. His eyes stared at them as his heart pounded in his chest. An incredible array of emotions gripped him all at once. It's really happening. They're finally doing it! I want this, don't I? He thought. Then, jealous thoughts began consuming him. He knew that he'd set this whole thing in motion. He'd asked them both to do this. But, this seemed different from what he'd imagined. His own wife was fucking his best friend not three feet from him as he stood with his cock throbbing in his swim trunks. What kind of man am I? He thought. "Oh God," Cloe moaned. When she was unable to hold the words in any longer, she gasped, "Fuck me with that Mullie! Shove that big Mullie into my cunt!" The words stretched out across the sand and sent chills up and down Ken's spine. Suddenly, he didn't know what to do. His head was spinning so fast he thought he might pass out. I should stop them, his mind cried. Yet, there was no will left in his trembling body. Cloe opened her eyes and saw Ken staring at her in disbelief. "This is what you wanted," she said grunting, as a thrill of sexual revenge went through her. Pulses of sweet revenge coursed through her body. With a moan, she lifted up slightly, allowing most of Toby's cock to slip out. "You like this?" she moaned. Ken couldn't answer her. His eyes were fixated on the shiny cock of his friend inside his wife's body. It almost didn't look real to him. Sure, he'd seen Toby's cock lots of times. All guys check each other out. But, as he stared at the thick cock stretching his wife's normally tight hole he wasn't sure of his desires anymore. Toby's huge cock was much bigger in his wife's pussy than his had ever been! His head was spinning and he was swaying. Yet, inside his trunks, his penis was threatening to explode. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Cloe asked again as she held her body above Toby's thighs with only the head inside her, making sure Ken could see everything. Ken's mouth opened but nothing came out. He saw Toby's eyes open for the first time. However, they were clouded with lust, almost as if he couldn't comprehend what had happened anymore than Ken could. Ken fell heavily onto the sand in front of them. Now he had a clear view between his wife's legs. He could see the big vein running up the shaft of Toby's cock pulsing and the only thing he could think of was seeing Toby's Mullie fill up his sweet wife's cunt. Toby looked down the length of his body; past Cloe's hips, down her legs, beyond his feet with their heels dug into the warm sand to see his best friend on his knees in front of him. "What the hell am I doing?" he said to himself. He was too hot for Cloe to give her up now. After all, wasn't it Ken that had set this whole thing up? Ken...his best friend that was now on his knees with his penis standing erect, his hand flying up and down its length, his eyes glazed over with lust. No, Toby knew he wasn't about to stop. Cloe felt too good, and the only thing he wanted now was for her to lower herself back down the full length of his shaft until he could feel her against his balls. Cloe looked into her husband's eyes. I can still stop, she told herself. If only he gives me a signal I can stop. Nothing was in his eyes but mindless lust. She turned her gaze down her body to Toby's massive dick. Then, she turned her head to his and let her tongue explore his mouth again and she lowered herself onto him. Toby's cock pushed into until the big tip pressed to her cervix. Her eyes closed in pleasure. Then she began to fuck him. Her hips began to rise and fall rapidly, bringing moans from both her and Toby. Ken watched his wife nastily fucking like a cheap cock slut. Unable to control himself any longer, he reached into his trunks and grasped his hard penis in his hand. He saw Cloe open her eyes and look at him. Then he saw her smile as he began to stroke. Ken's jealousy was gone. It had evaporated with Toby's cock plunging into Cloe's cunt. It had been replaced with pride. Pride of orchestrating such a complicated scenario over the course of the vacation. And, mostly with the pride of having such a hot slut wife. "Fuck my slut, Toby. Fuck her with that big cock!" he whispered aloud and continuing jacking. Neither of the lovers on the towel in front of him heard him. They were lost in their own passion and lust. Cloe was bouncing up and down on Toby's cock when she suddenly let Toby's penis pull out of her hole with a squishy pop. "You love this, don't you Ken?" she asserted. "You want to see us both cum with his cock in me. I know you do. And, you're going to get what you want." Ken's hand left his penis long enough to pull off his trunks. He then scrambled onto his knees with them wide apart and his hand between his legs, stroking the full length of his penis. Then he watched as his sweet wife roll over onto Toby and take the long staff inside her again. She bounced up and down on his cock and Ken was jerking his penis wildly as he listened to moaning and the slapping sound of Cloe's ass hitting Toby's thighs. Cloe was panting now. Her breast were swollen and her chest heaving as she grinded her hips onto Toby's staff. She pressed her breasts against his chest and passionately kissed his neck. Her entire body was trembling and she could feel the throbbing deep inside. She was far beyond the point of no return. She wanted to cum and almost without warning, her body tensed and a loud moan blew across her lips and into Toby's neck. An incredible climax ripped through her. It started deep inside her cunt and spread throughout her body. Her mouth open in a loud moan. Ken spread his legs wide apart and furiously stroked his penis. He was getting close to cumming now and seeing wife in an uncontrollable orgasm was almost more than he could stand. Toby could feel the tight pulses inside Cloe's velvety soft vagina. He had never imagined she would feel this sweet. The squeezing deep inside her was too much for him to take. His hands pulled her hips down until he was buried as deep as he could get. His balls tightened and pulsed. He grunted like a wild bull as his cock filled with the sperm rushing up its length. He moaned and grunted and it exploded out his head and into Cloe's hot pussy. Cloe felt Toby's sperm pulsing into her and said, "Mmmm, your cum is gushing into me, Lover. Keep it going, Baby. I want all of it. Don't keep a single hot drop from me. Cum in me, Baby. Fill me up!" Ken almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sweet wife was begging for another man's cum. Her words ran through his mind again; "Don't keep a single hot drop from me. Cum in me, Baby. Fill me up!" Ken couldn't hold back any longer. He moaned as he saw a thick discharge of cum drip from Cloe's stretched lips. He'd never filled her up like that and when he saw it he closed his eyes. His penis erupted, squirting his cum into the air and across his knees, landing on the warm tropical sand. Seconds later, the beach became completely quiet except for heavy breathing and the background sounds of the surf and the gulls flying above. Ken was the first to open his eyes. He saw his wife lying on her back, beside her new lover. He could see some of Toby's sperm dripping down his big balls and falling onto the towel. And, he could see his own penis twitching as if it were ready for more action. Hey, Are You Two Fucking? Cloe looked across her body at him and smiled when she saw Ken half lying on the sand, his swim trunks on the towel beside him with his sperm covered penis still pulsing. Toby staggered to his knees, then fell back onto his beach towel. Quite some time later, Toby stood up and pulled on his suit. He bent over Cloe and looked down at her ravaged body. A little smile crossed his lips as he kissed her. When she barely responded, he whispered, "I'd better get cleaned up." Then, he turned and glanced at Ken who was still sprawled on the towel next to his wife with his eyes glossed over. He shook his head as if it had all been a dream, then turned and slowly walked into the surf. "I hope you enjoyed that," Cloe whispered to her husband. "Because we've got two more days here and I intend to make the most of it before I go home and file for divorce."