0 comments/ 155912 views/ 17 favorites My Husband's Secret Desire By: Leslie I was still breathing deep as I heard the shower come to life. My body twitched from the intensity of my orgasm. It was 6:30 in the morning, Douglass had to go to work, and I hated that. I felt as if I could spend the entire day fucking him in every way possible. After being married for twenty-three years, you would think that some of the spark would flicker, but it hasn't been that way with us. Douglass still fucks me like a machine, and I could not imagine a man having an orgasm as powerful as he does. So I just lay there in the bed, thinking of how he must look taking that shower. Time seemed to stand still as I touched my wet pussy, lying on my stomach, legs still spread. The next thing I knew, Douglass was kissing me goodbye, and I was alone, the house silent. Douglass still looks great at forty-five. He is very handsome, and at 6'3," a slim 210 pounds, other women find him quite attractive. His dark wavy hair and deep blue eyes are difficult for a woman to resist. As the vice-president of the marketing division of a large bank, he as hundreds of people working for him, and he provides a great, worry-free life for me. I haven't worked in twenty years, and usually spend most of my time at our pool, or at the country-club we belong to, working out, playing tennis, and spending time at that pool with my female friends. I know Douglass has never even thought of being with another woman, for I would be able to recognize all the signs. I have heard enough stories from my girlfriends to know what to look for. But Douglass is a very loyal man, and his passion for my body and mind is too great for him to ever think of being with someone else. I work out religiously, and keep my body in shape for him. Although I am forty-four, I am constantly told I look to be in my younger thirties, and I am proud of that. At 5'6," and 135 pounds, my body is still tight from years of aerobics. My 36d-26-37 figure goes well with my long blonde hair and blue eyes, and my breasts are the envy of my friends at the club. I do enjoy wearing a revealing bikini while at the club pool, and I even get some lusting looks from other women. But that is all quite innocent, and even though I sometimes think about being with another woman again, I am devoted to Douglass. I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have together. The silence of the house was deafening. I rolled over onto my back, and kept my legs spread while the cool air rushed over my nipples. I reached down to my shaved pussy and spread the lips, and at the same time ran my forefinger and middle finger of my right hand along my still spread opening. I pushed those two fingers into my pussy, and felt the wetness of Douglass inside me. Pulling my fingers out, I placed them to my lips, and tasted the mixture of his come and my wetness. I love doing that, tasting him after he has fucked me. I thought about masturbating, but after such wonderful orgasms with Douglass, that wasn't necessary. My body still shined with a layer of sweat from our lovemaking. I went downstairs, started a pot of coffee, and walked out onto our back deck, the morning sunlight glistening off the pool. I grabbed a towel out of the cabana, and stood on the diving board. My nude body felt great in the cool morning air, and I dove into the deep end, the cool water refreshing my soul. I always did twenty laps, and on this day I completed them with vigor. Once done, I laid on one of the floats, feeling the air on my nude body. I thought of Douglass; his handsome face, that gorgeous round butt, and his superhuman cock. Oh yes, that cock. Eight inches long, circumcised, and as thick as my wrist, it was a sight to behold. I knew I was blessed to have a husband who was so well hung, and his manhood was even a topic of some hot conversation at the club. That was to be expected, since Douglass always wore a bikini style swimsuit when he was there, and the outline of his cock always showed. Even my closest friend Sheila admitted to me she fantasized about his thick meat. I rolled off the float, and swam one more lap around the pool. Standing on the pool steps, I grabbed the towel and dried off. The fabric of the towel felt great rubbing against my erect nipples. Letting the towel drop to the deck, I walked back inside, and poured a cup of coffee. Without thinking, I walked into our den, which was just off the living room. I sat down at the computer, and clicked twice on "my documents," and clicked twice again on "Douglass." I gazed at the numbered documents, one through sixty-five. I started clicking on each one, and a picture of Douglass nude would appear, each one of him with an erection. Again, I felt the urge to masturbate, but I resisted. I wanted to feel aroused all day long today, to feel my desire for him. Closing the windows and then sucking down the remainder of my coffee, I moved to our bedroom, and took a quick shower. Once finished, I blow dried my hair, and slipped into my work out wear: a sports bra, panties, black tights, and a white thong leotard. I laced up my aerobics shoes, and grabbed my club bag, which contained my bikini, a change of clothes, and whatever else I needed for a day at the club. I went back downstairs, and ravished a grapefruit, which was my standard breakfast. I then placed my blonde hair in a ponytail, and grabbing my car keys, prepared to leave for the club. Then the phone rang; my heart jumped when I heard Douglass' voice. "Hi baby," he said. "Hi my love." "What are you up to at the moment?" he asked. "Getting ready to leave for the club." "Good girl, Sandy. Keep that body nice and tight for me." "Anything for you, Douglass." " I know. You were so fine this morning. I love sliding my cock in and out of you when you are on all fours like that, your ass so high in the air." I felt my knees go weak, my pussy dampen. "Douglass, you know what your cock does to me." That was all I could say. "Yes, I know Sandy. I have something for you to do today." "Yes, what is it?" "Well, I never told you this, ever, but I want to fuck you and another woman at the same time." My mind was running on autopilot from the thought of his cock. I could not resist him. "Douglass, I would love to please you in any way you like. Tell me what you want me to do." "Sandy, I want this tonight. Find a single woman at the club, and work this out. I know that there are many women there who check me out, who want my cock. Just get it done." I nearly dropped the phone from the wave of pleasure running through me. My right hand cupped my crotch. "I will Douglass, I promise." "Good girl. I will be going out to dinner with Mac, and be home around eight. I want you both ready when I get home." "I understand, Douglass." "Very well. Good-bye, my love." "Good-bye, Douglass." I had to sit down after that conversation. I wondered where all of this had come from. Had it been building up for years, or just a fantasy of his? Could I handle watching him fuck another woman? Of course I could. As long as he is feeling good, feeling pleasure, I was happy. But how should I go about it? I thought for a few minutes, and then decided on a plan. Out the door, and off to the club I went. I arrived just before 10:00 am. I stowed my bag in my locker, and headed to the aerobics room. About twenty-five women were there today, and I took a spot in the back. I could see my friend Sheila all the way on the other side. We all romped our way through a half hour routine, and then I made my way over to her. Through sweat-soaked leotards, we hugged. I made sure she could really feel my full titties against hers, and we gave each other a peck on the cheek. I kept her in a hug as we exchanged pleasantries. Holding each other arm in arm we made our way to the locker room, and we sat on the bench in front of our lockers, talking about her latest guy, clothes, and the club. Sheila and I were close. I had been there for her when she divorced her husband, a lawyer, who, about five years ago, was caught on tape fucking one of the female judges in his district while several other men were jacking off around them. She had taken him to the farm, getting their house, both cars, and the boat. He was ruined, left with nothing, and Sheila vowed at the time never to marry again. But now she had gotten to know a few guys, and seemed happy. We talk about everything together, hiding nothing. There was always a subtle mutual attraction between us, and have kidded each other before, saying things like "If I were a lesbian......." Now, after knowing of Douglass' desires, I looked at her in a totally different light. As we sat on the bench and began to undress, she told me of the sex she had over the weekend, how inexperienced the guy was, how it left her unfulfilled. Sheila, being fifty-one, was sexually experienced, and had no trouble attracting men. I knew she had never been with another woman, and we had talked about threesomes, but only in a kidding way. She worked as hard as I did in keeping herself in shape, and it showed. Her 5'9" frame was thin and muscular, and her breasts were still firm, although smaller than mine. Her dark hair, cut very short, made her look slightly butch, but she was a very feminine lady. We seemed to undress in unison, first the aerobic shoes, then the leotards. I could see her glancing at my breasts as I removed my bra, and I could feel my nipples get hard. As we sat back down to remove our tights, I could see with delight that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her full crop of pussy hair contrasted so well with my buzzed look. Soon we were both nude, and we just turned to each other, standing in front of our lockers, chatting like we were in some bar somewhere. Then she asked me about Douglass. "So, how is Mr. Big?" she asked, giggling at the same time. "I don't know. Let's find out." I swung open my locker door completely, revealing an 8'5" by 11" glossy photo of him by our pool, wet and nude, his cock completely hard. "Damn Sandy, where did you get that done?" "A friend of Douglass' blew it up for me." "Make sure you tell him I like it." "Of course." "You are so wild, Sandy. Lets get in the shower before I masturbate right here and now" If she only knew how much I wanted her to do just that. I don't know why, but Douglass' desires had rekindled my flame for other women, and I felt attracted to Sheila. I could feel her eyes on me as we strutted to the shower room, disdaining the private showers for the for the large public shower area. There were several other women there, most of whom we knew, and the sight of all the nude bodies was making my mind race. I watched Sheila as we soaped up our bodies, and I made sure to face her as I ran my washcloth over my aching breasts. I have been aroused in the shower before, but this was different. I counted the women in there. There were eleven of us. I recognized some of the women through the steam created by the hot water: Anne, Margaret, Belinda, and TJ were all in there. Some of the girls were openly bisexual, and although sex in the showers was against club rules, masturbation was common and accepted. The sound of women talking and laughing was heard, and Sheila and I were both enjoying ourselves. The shower attendant, a young black girl, was sitting on her stool at the entrance to the shower, ready to help anyone with soap or any other items one might need while showering. She wore only a bright red bikini bathing suit, and I had heard from Margaret that she was gay. She was a very hot young woman. Sheila and I soon finished showering, and as we exited, Alicia, the attendant, handed us towels. I could not help but set my hand on her knee as I thanked her, and she touched it in return. Sheila and I, back at our lockers, slipped into our thong bikinis. Wisps of hair peeked out along the sides of her thong, but she didn't care. During the day, there were mostly women at the pool anyway. I pulled on my black thong, and then the bikini top, adjusting the cups to fit my breasts perfectly. "I love that red thong, Sheila. Is it new?" I asked. "Yes, I bought it at the new lingerie store over on 4th street the other day," she replied. "I haven't been there yet. Would you like to ride over there with me this afternoon?" "Sure. They have a ton of killer stuff. You should see this black bustier. Its incredible" "OK, we go then." We made our way out the locker room door, down the hallway, and out into the pool area. The club had a gorgeous pool, and although it was only 10:30 in the morning, it was already populated with several women, about thirty in all. Many wore revealing bikinis, but Sheila and I were the only ones wearing thongs. We chose a pair of lounge chairs that were near the biggest group at the pool. Soon Anne, Margaret, TJ, and Belinda all joined us, and we were quite the group, chatting, laughing, and generally having fun. It was the normal routine. I had my plan formatted in my mind, and I knew I had to put it into action. The five of us ate lunch together, and I suggested we have a few cocktails. I knew I could loosen up Sheila with a couple of drinks. She looked gorgeous to me in her thong, her nipples showing through her bikini top. I glanced at my watch; it was already approaching noon. I suggested to her that we go to the bar, and have a few drinks sitting there, away from the crowd. Soon we were sitting there, just the two of us, in our skimpy bikinis and nothing else. Each of us ordered a scotch and soda. I knew I wanted Douglass to have her. I gazed at her body as we chatted some more. Her hard nipples were really getting to me. Sheila kept moving in her barstool, un-crossing and crossing her long legs. Everything about her seemed to turn me on; I suppose I was thinking about the possibilities of taking her to bed with Douglass. I could feel that familiar warm sensation emanating from my pussy, and I started feeling bolder because of this. As we talked, I set my hand on Sheila's right knee, and although I think she was a little surprised at first, she seemed to become really comfortable with it. Her eyes were always moving to and from my breasts, which were about to bust right out of my bikini top. My nipples had gotten extremely hard, and Sheila could not resist looking at them. My hand rested on her leg now. "Just what are you looking at, Sheila?" She looked into my eyes. "Your hard nipples. They are so, so sexy." Now was the time. "Sheila, I want to ask you something, and I hoped you won't feel shocked." Her hand moved to touch mine. "Ask away. I don't think anything could shock me about you. We have known each other far to long." "Would you make love with Douglass and I?" Sheila grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, I would love to, Sandy." I leaned closer to her. "Tonight, Sheila." My left hand touched her lips. She took my index finger in her mouth, and she nodded her head. I slowly removed it, and touched my right nipple with it. The magic between us was coming to the surface. But we had to be discreet, because the bartender was nearby, not to mention the other women at the pool. I think we both sensed this, because we backed off of the touching, and continued our talk. "So, how did this come about?" she asked. "Douglass called me this morning, and told me to find a woman for a threesome today, for tonight." "And you instantly thought of me, right?" "Yes" "Sandy, I have never told you this, but I am very bisexual." "I am so glad to hear that, and I am sure Douglass will be too." "And I can't tell you how aroused I am by the thought of having his big dick in my hands." "Sheila, I am so wet." "I know baby, me too. I think I could make love to you, right here, right now." My head was spinning out of control. I could sense the feeling of dominance in Sheila's voice. I was dying to touch my pussy. My breath was getting short, and I could feel her eyes on my body. "I have always thought you were a hot little bitch, Sandy." I stood up at the bar so Sheila could get a good look at my ass, bare except for the thong. Then I turned to her. "Lets go" I said. "Okay by me." She replied. We gathered up our things, and said goodbye to the other girls. Then we walked back to the locker room to change. Things we going to be quite different between us from now on. The locker room was empty, except for Alicia, still sitting on her stool outside the shower, reading a paperback book. We said hello to her as we walked past, and moved down to our row. The fire was certainly burning, but we only dressed, preparing ourselves for the night to come. We had decided we would shower again later, and then Sheila invited me over to her place. That was an offer I could not resist. It was one o'clock. I followed her to her house, which was a thirty-minute drive. I had been there many times, for parties, get-togethers with her and her ex-husband, and just to visit. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't get the thought of her out of my mind, nor did I want to. I noticed when I pulled into her drive that there was an addition to the house. We went inside, and relaxed in Sheila's living room for a bit. I think we were just both waiting for the inevitable to happen. Sheila suggested we go take a nice, long, relaxing bath together. We held hands as we walked up the stairs to her bedroom, which had a private bath, of course. As Sheila ran the water, I stripped and laid on her bed. Things didn't look any different from when she was still married, with the same furnishings, the same paintings. I was lying on my stomach, and I could feel the satin sheets on my tits. I could here the water start, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. My hands reached down to my naked pussy, and I spread my lips, feeling the wetness. Sheila walked out of the bathroom, and she took a long look at me. She slowly took off her top and shorts, and motioned me to follow her. We stood before each other, reveling in the site of each other's nude bodies, which seemed to glow with passion. We kissed, and we both succumbed to our desire for one another. Sheila and I became lovers that afternoon, making love to each other in ways that only women know. She was very patient and loving with me, teaching me all she had learned. By four o'clock, we were lying in each other's arms, relishing in the afterglow of our lovemaking. "Come with me, Sandy. I want to show you the new addition to my house" she said. We walked back down the stairs, out through the hallway, to the kitchen. "Prepare yourself, my dear." Sheila said. "Lets go." I replied. Sheila opened the door, and I could not believe what I saw: it was a sexual playroom, complete with bondage equipment. A pleasure swing graced the center of the room, and several pairs of padded handcuffs clung to the black walls. The floor was hardwood, and we walked silently from sexual contraption to sexual contraption. Sheila explained what each was for, and I could feel the wave of excitement flash over me. "Sandy, we need to get Douglass in here tonight. We can make him feel so good, better than he could ever believe. He can forget about all of his worries, as far as work goes, and he can just let himself go. What do you say?" I didn't take me long to think it over. I started to feel a little bit evil as I could see Douglass under our sexual power. I knew I would like to see him submitting to our every sexual whim. "Lets do it then!" I exclaimed. We kissed again, and began to plot our evening. I paged Douglass around six o'clock. He immediately called me. "Hey baby. What's up?" he asked. "Douglass, everything is ready. Don't go home tonight; come over to Sheila's. And don't plan on making it to work in the morning." I said in my sexiest voice. My Husband's Secret Desire "Sheila is a fox. I have always liked her. I am looking forward to it." "Be there at eight, Douglass." "I will be there promplty at eight, sweetie." "Bye Douglass." And I hung up the phone. I looked down to see Sheila still lapping at my pussy as I sat on the couch in the living room. She definitly loved women. Sheila quickly brought me to another orgasm. Oh how I loved for her to lick me. We left for the new lingerie store, and we nearly made love in the dressing room But we had to get back to her house to prepare for my husband's arrival. I knew he would be prompt. The doorbell rang at five minutes before eight. Sheila would answer the door. She was wearing a spiked neck collar, a black leather teddy, and black stiletto heels. I waited in the playroom, wearing a black leather bra, a leather thong, and heels that matched Sheila's. She would seduce him, and she assured me that he would be quite the puppy when she brought him into the room. As I waited I familiarized myself with all of the toys in the room. But I was getting a little impatient. I could feel my pussy under the leather thong, already wet. Fifteen minutes after he arrived, the door slowly swung open. Sheila led Douglass into the room by a leash, which was attached to a cock-strap, and the strap was tightly affixed to the base of his cock and balls. He was handcuffed behind his back, and gagged. His erection was a deep red color; the cock-strap had made his dick grow to proportions I have never seen. Douglass just didn't look natural tied up in this way. He was always the dominant man, fucking me wildly when we made love, and now the shoe was on the other foot. Sheila led him to the X-board in the far corner of the room. She kicked his feet apart, and locked them into platforms at the base of the board. Douglass made no effort to resist as she unlocked the cuffs, and then re-cuffed each wrist over his head, forming a delightful X with his body. I moved closer as Sheila stepped back to admire her work. Douglass was breathing deeply, and began to emit a low groaning sound through his gag. Her last move was to strap his waist to the center of the board, preventing him from making any thrusting movement with his hips. I took two chairs from the side of the room, and set them in front of Douglass. Sheila now removed his blindfold, and after his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, Sheila and I sat in the chairs before him. Finally, Sheila's raspy voice broke the silence in the room. "Sandy, as you can see, Douglass has agreed to submit to our every whim. I must say I have never in my life seen a man with such a huge cock. His balls are incredible, and I just love how he keeps them nice and shaved. Do you understand that I will share this cock with you, whenever I demand?" "Oh yes, Sheila, it's yours whenever you like." "Your pussy also belongs to me, understand?" "Yes Sheila." I replied. "Good girl. Now I have taken the time to measure Douglass' cock. It is around nine inches long and three and a half inches in circumference. Notice how tight the skin is, and how the veins are popping out. The crown is very large, and I love the color." Douglass was now whimpering like a baby. His cock was standing away from his body at a perfect ninety degrees, and bobbing to his heartbeat. I could feel his desire to have us touch his erection. Sheila leaned over and licked my lips with her tongue, and my tongue greeted hers in a passionate kiss. My leather-clad tits rubbed against her teddy, and I spread my legs wide. She pulled me to my feet, and our legs became intertwined. We grabbed each other's cheeks as we shared a deep french kiss. Sheila began to rub her pussy against mine through the leather of our lingerie, and I was ready for anything at this point. We danced a sexual dance right in front of poor Douglass, who was staring at us, his eyes wide. Sheila unhooked my bra, and I felt the cool air on my tits. Sheila hung the bra on Douglass' cock, which made his erection jump several times. She buried her face in my titties, licking and biting them all over. Sheila had confessed to me earlier that she had a major tit-fetish. She un-zipped the front of her teddy, and she mashed my big breasts against her firm tits, our nipples hard and extended. We continued kissing; making sure Douglass had a good view. After about ten minutes of kissing and rubbing our bodies together we decided to sit back in the chairs in front of Douglass. "Horny, Douglass?" Sheila said, and then laughed loudly. The cotton gag in his mouth was now soaked with his saliva and small beads of drool ran down the sides of his chin. Sweat now appeared on his forehead, and beneath his armpits. Sheila placed her left hand lightly on the back of my head, and we moved our mouths closer to his erection. Douglass looked at us pleadingly as we twirled our tongues together in circles, only a few inches from his cock. For the first time he attempted to thrust his cock forward, but the straps held his torso firmly in place. Closer and closer we got as the sweat dripped off his forehead. Douglass was now whimpering like a wounded animal. His legs tightened as our lips moved almost to his cockhead. Sheila looked up at Douglass one more time. "Would you like for us two lick your little cock, Douglass?" He shook his head up and down; begging, in a way. Sheila grabbed the base of his cock, using just her fingertips. I could feel the heat radiating off of his cock, and we slowly ran our tongues along the huge head of his meat. Douglass pulled his head back, as finally feeling something on his cock was to good to believe. Our tongues slithered up and down his erection, and we moaned constantly as we made love to his cock. Suddenly, I felt totally dominant, totally evil. I stood up and peeled off my g-string, and pulled Sheila's chair around in front of Douglass, with her still sitting in it. I stood behind her, and I took that big cock, and began rubbing it all over her face. She began to suck on the crown, and this put Douglass in heaven. "Sheila, suck that hard cock, but don't you dare let him get off." I ordered. She nodded. Taking about one half of his cock in her mouth, she began to bob her head up and down, and I could tell she loved it. It was all so maddening for my husband. I stood behind Sheila and rubbed my big titties on her neck and back, and she moaned loudly with delight. Douglass was so into it, and he shook his head back and forth in sexual frustration. I let her have some fun for a few minutes, and she did well, backing off every time she sensed Douglass getting ready to shoot. "Okay, enough of this." I thought to myself. I pulled Sheila out of her chair, and made her step out of the teddy. I led her over to the small mat in the opposite corner, and together we pulled it over in front of Douglass. I forced her to her knees, and she eagerly started lapping at my shaved pussy. I was looking at Douglass as I started to rotate my hips while she licked me. His cock flopped around wildly as he watched us. I teased him. "Douglass, is this what you wanted when you called me this morning?" He could only nod; his gag, although soaked with saliva, was still in place. "You think you are such a big, strong boy. But we are the ones who are in control of your body, and your cock. Look at it Doug. We rule that cock, and you know it. It's the first time since we have been married that someone else sucked on that big piece and you love it." I told Sheila to lay on the mat, and she did, spread eagle. I walked over to the table where all of her toys were, and picked up a leather paddle. It was just a strip of leather, about two inches wide, with a handle. I walked back to Douglass, and ran the paddle down his chest. A look of fear came over his face. I lightly slapped the paddle against his balls, and he shook his head from side to side, trying to get me to stop. I felt like a different woman now. I began to move the paddle against his cock, touching it lightly at first, then increasing the speed, until I was beating his hard cock back and forth. Sheila was watching me, rubbing her pussy. Douglass was just shaking his head back and forth, but I could tell he loved it. His cock had been hard for who knows how long, and it was wearing him down. I knew we had to wear him way, way down, to make him totally ours. I dropped the paddle, and moved over to Sheila, who was still on her back, legs spread wide. The hair on her pussy was soaking wet, and her hands worked her clit. I straddled her face, facing her wetness. I looked at her face, her eyes wide with desire as she looked up at my bare pussy. "Sheila, you like my pussy, don't you dear?" "Oh yes baby, please, I need it!" she begged. Sheila reached up and grabbed my ass, trying to pull me down on her face. I backed off, and moved my tits to her head, slamming them from side to side against her. She went wild trying to lick all she could. I smothered her with my breasts, and Sheila loved it. I grabbed my breasts and rubbed them up and down her face, my sweat mixing with her saliva. I looked up at Douglass, and his eyes were wide in amazement, his cock so huge and so hard, still bobbing in the air. He needed to cum so bad, but I was determined to tease him until he was mindless. I now moved down Sheila's body, my titties dragging across hers, until my pussy hovered over her face again. But now I decided to let her taste my ass, and I lowered my cheeks down onto her face. Sheila responded by licking up and down my cheeks, and I could feel her tongue move onto my hole. I reached down and grabbed her heels, and lifted her legs high into the air, spreading them apart. We stayed in this position for a few moments, and it felt so erotic to dominate her in this way. I let her legs back down, and moved my pussy over her face, and in one motion, I fell forward, placing my face directly at her furry slit. We began to lick each other, moving our bodies as one, two women in heat. I ran my tongue up and down Sheila's pussy, very softly at first, and then centered my efforts on her clit. Sheila was really pushing her tongue deep into my pussy, and I was drowning her with my wetness. Even through all of this, I could hear Douglass moaning loudly in the background. I opened my mouth wide, and made out with Sheila's clit. Each of us sensed that our bodies were moving to that next level, needing to orgasm badly. She began to slap my ass, and my hands made their way to her cheeks, pressing my index fingers against her hole. I twirled my tongue around in circles on her clit, and Sheila began to squeal loudly, lifting her ass off the matt. She began to fuck me with her tongue, and moved one hand to my pussy, pinching and pulling on my clit. That sent me over the edge, and we howled as one, our bodies shuddering as the orgasms surged through each of us. We ground ourselves into each other, cumming over and over, until the orgasms finally subsided. I rolled off Sheila, and lifted her to her feet. We were both wet with our sweat, and I grabbed her and pulled her to me, mashing my breasts against her chest. She would worship my titties from now on. "Did you like what you saw, Douglass?" I asked. He nodded. The saliva now ran heavily down his chin, and his eyes were glossy. "Sheila, should we fuck him now?" "Lets suck him some more, honey." She replied. Douglass whimpered again as we knelt in front of him. I took him first, taking in about half of his cock, my head bobbing up and down, and my eyes wide. Sheila stroked his shaft and licked his balls at the same time. Douglass tightened his body, and I knew he was attempting to cum, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I backed off his cock, and let him settle down a bit, and then Sheila went to work. I loved watching her twirl her tongue around the tip, and then swoop down on his shaft with her open mouth. She had such desire in her eyes for my husband's cock. She expertly worked the shaft with her hands, and she took as much of his erection in her mouth as possible. I took a small bottle of the table, which contained a tasteless lubrication, and flipped open the cap. I slowly poured a small amount onto the base of his cock, making sure that some dripped down onto his balls also. Sheila was now furiously stroking Douglass' cock, and I decided to let her suck him until he shot all of that gorgeous cum. Yes, I wanted to see my husband cum for Sheila. I knelt behind her, and began to rub her slit with my left hand, pinching her nipples with my right. "I want you to make him get off Sheila." I told her. "Oh god yes, baby, I want to taste that honey so bad, I really need it!" she said as she paused from sucking his cock. "Well then do it Sheila. Suck that cock until he cums. I know you need it." Douglass was nearly insane with lust at this point, and I knew he needed to cum now. Sheila was jacking his cock with both of her hands, perfectly in time to her mouth, which was filled with his cock. Her eyes were wide open; staring at Douglass' cock as it pushed farther into her mouth with every stroke. She was rotating her pretty ass in time with my fingers, which were rubbing her clit now, and I was really pinching her nipples now. Sheila began to moan as she did her best to make Douglass cum. Douglass was staring at Sheila as she made love to his cock. His legs tightened as he concentrated on cumming. His head kicked backwards, and he began a low growl. Sheila could sense he was getting close. I took my hand off her nipples and cupped Douglass' balls in my hand. They were up tight against his body, and I began to lightly massage them, not wanting Douglass to lose his concentration. I slipped to fingers into Sheila's wet pussy, and she bent her ass back to accept them. She began to squeal as she sucked that huge cock. "Mmmmnnnyyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhnnnnnnnn." She yelped. "That's it baby, make it feel good, go deeper, suck that big cock, you know you want that cum!" I encouraged her. Douglass' cock seemed to grow larger, a sure sign of an impending orgasm. Sheila took more of him in her mouth, and she was deep-throating him now. "Swallow that cum, Sheila. Taste it, drink it. SWALLOW IT HONEY!" I screamed. I looked up at Douglass, and his head was up, his eyes looking straight ahead. His chest heaved up and down. I pounded Sheila's pussy with my one hand, squeezing Douglass' tight balls with the other. Sheila began to orgasm, but she never took his cock out of her mouth. "MMMMNNAAAAHHHHH!" She moaned. "MMMMMMGGGGGRRRRR!" Douglass growled. I could feel his cock begin to spasm. Sheila's eyes opened even wider as the first stream of cum poured down her throat. Her body shook convulsively as she orgasmed and drank my husband's cum. Her hands slid down his cock, and back toward her mouth, coaxing another blast of juice from Douglass. She backed her head off a little, and now his cock was settling in her mouth. She drank the next shot down with a vengeance, and kept working his cock for more. Douglass' eyes were now back on Sheila's face, and I knew he loved pumping her mouth full of cum. With each stroke of her hands Douglass sent another stream of cum into her waiting mouth. Sheila drank and drank in the midst of her own orgasm, but she could not keep up with the volume of his cum. The next two blasts overfilled her mouth, and it began to run down the sides of her chin, dripping down onto her titties. She swallowed all she could, and then began to rub his still hard cock onto her face. This made the next two jets fly high into the air, and land all over her head and face. Sheila looked like she was simply drowning in his cum. She rubbed the fluid all over her face as Douglass' orgasm finally began to subside, as did her own. I took my fingers out of her pussy, and touched them to my lips, tasting her pussy. Sheila now fell away from his cock, still licking her fingers, her face covered in his cum. I reached over and un-snapped the strap from his semi-hard cock, and he moaned loudly as I did this. My husband's body was soaked with sweat, and I stood and looked deep into his eyes. "Did you like this, Douglass?" I asked. He nodded his head slowly. I took his cock lovingly in both of my hands, and lightly squeezed it. I knew he would be hard again soon. He was my sex machine. "Will you fuck us all night long, baby?" He nodded again. I reached behind his head, and untied the gag. Douglass shook his mouth out, and asked me for water. "Not quite yet, baby" I dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth again. After a few deep strokes, I looked up at him. "Douglass, are you going to do everything Sheila and I ask of you?" "Yes." I released the locks around his ankles and wrists. He fell to the floor on all fours, his big cock touching the mat. I looked at Sheila, who was still sucking down every last drop of Douglass' cum she could find. "Are you ready to get fucked by him, lovergirl?" "Oh yes, dear, of course." Douglass raised up, his cock hard again. He simply looked at both of us, and motioned us both over, without even saying a word. Epilogue Douglass made love to both of us all night long that evening. We saw the sun rise that next morning, and the three of us went for a cool swim in Sheila's pool. It has been three months since that first evening. Sheila has her house on the market, and she lives with us now. She and I are intense lovers, and Douglass joins us during the evenings and weekends. The other women at the club soon found out about our relationship, and Belinda and TJ have also joined Sheila and I for some all-female group lovemaking. But we save Douglass for ourselves. He still never fails to be hard when we need it, and we rarely take a break from our sexual escapades. After all, it is what he wanted.