16 comments/ 52147 views/ 15 favorites Peter Ch. 01 By: cckready Peter was my friend first and we're still great friends... I thought it would be good to establish the chronology of events before we get too far into the story. Peter was a golf buddy and we met through another friend about six months back. With the weather getting colder and golf season winding down, we started hanging out for drinks more than golfing. A lot of the time recently it was just Peter and me at the nineteenth hole on Saturday afternoons watching sports and having long chats (mostly about his crazy dating life... I liked living vicariously through the stories of his adventures!). Peter is in his late 50's, retired and divorced but still friendly with his wife. He's an excellent golfer but isn't competitive at all. He's just out there for a good time. So our rounds are always good spirited and we spend more time laughing than keeping score. He approaches dating the same way... He just loves to have a good time. He's so engaging and charismatic that it's almost too easy for him to become friendly with people, especially women, and his disarming personality makes those new friends feel comfortable almost instantly. More than once I've headed home for dinner with my wife Deb, and he's stayed behind to chat with a few of the female golfers who have come in after their rounds. There's always a good story for me the following week. Usually with Peter talking one of the ladies into having dinner with him and ending with her following him back to his house and staying into the wee morning hours. This past weekend's adventure ended a little differently than the previous stories I had heard from Peter. Instead of staying the night, his new friend had to rush home after they had finished. When I asked why, he nonchalantly mentioned that she needed to get back before her husband started to worry. This floored me. The thought of Peter bedding a married woman changed my whole understanding of his abilities to befriend people. I responded about how amazed I was that he had managed to be with a married woman... he shrugged his shoulders and said at least half, if not more, of his dates were married. This floored me even more! "They're not so uptight or nervous, so it's easier to talk to them and really get to know them. There are plenty of times that we don't sleep together but that's not the point. I'm really out to just get to know them and have fun together. Once they realize I'm not a threat, lots of them are very open to getting physical, some never are, but the ones that do are well worth the wait. "They tend to be so relaxed in bed. Just comfortable with themselves. I think it's because they don't really care if things get physical or not. They have their husbands at home if they 'need' sex. With me it's more that it becomes a natural part of getting to know each other. "Sure, some are nervous about being unfaithful. But those are a lot more rare than you'd expect. And I'm not looking to turn anyone into an adulteress... So if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen." It was at that point that I understood the engaging power that Peter owned. He didn't need to be physical, he loved it, but didn't need it. It must be so disarming for a woman to be around someone that was so clearly confident and comfortable. I think it also helped a lot that Peter was great looking, well groomed, in great shape and well to do. As I mentioned before, Peter was retired and financially more than comfortable. He spent a lot of daytime hours working out at the club. I'd joined him during my lunch breaks on a number of occasions and that's how I found out another reason for Peter's easy going confidence: Peter is well hung. Not obscene, soda can, trouser snake hung. Just big. And... he's not afraid to let you know it... Not in a "hey look at my manhood" kind of way... Just in that nonchalant Peter confident kind of way. He would never tell you it was big, you just knew it was. My suspicions were confirmed the first time we worked out together. He was not shy in the locker room afterwards. You could tell he was proud but not arrogant. I have to admit, it was fantastic looking and he kept it well groomed which showed it off even more. In fact, he was well groomed everywhere. He was a hard worker and it showed. He was tall, thin, had great muscle tone in a wiry kind of way, and his hairless body showed off that long, lean strength. As we showered that first day, I had trouble keeping my eyes off of him as he soaped himself thoroughly. He must have known I was looking but never let on that he did. He kept me engaged in conversation a lot, facing me as we talked. Nothing shy about Peter. "You're wife must love being with you" he said as we were shutting down the water and starting to towel off. "You've got... Shall we say... a lot to offer her." I laughed. "I think she's pretty happy with it. It's decent sized and does the job but I have nowhere near what you have to offer." I lightheartedly replied. He laughed. "Yeah, this thing tends to get me in a bit of trouble. It's bigger than most and has a big appetite to match!" We both started to laugh as we walked back to our lockers. "And of course as far as your wife is concerned... I'll be gentle with her". At that we both broke out in hysterics as we finished dressing. "Meet later for drink?" Peter asked. "Sure thing. Deb's actually got a bunch of stuff going on tonight so I can hang out for a while." "Sounds good. 5 o'clock? Maybe grab some food too?" "Perfect." I replied. "Maybe you can tell me more about your date with that married woman last weekend? I'm still stuck on that." "Yeah. I noticed how interested you got when we started talking about the married aspect. You probably need to be careful that you don't end up like me! Deb is pretty awesome and you don't want to risk that." "Oh no... I could never pull that off. Wouldn't even want to. I can barely keep up with Deb as it is. But... It's just the thought of a married woman willingly letting that happen... Spreading her legs and allowing another man in there... There's just something... I don't know... Sort of sexy about that." "Yeah. There definitely is!" Peter said with his easy smile as he got into his car and started it. And with a big wave he was off while I stood there just thinking about it all. I was definitely bummed that Deb wouldn't be home until much later. My mind was racing with visions of Peter, his married women, how much they must love being with him and how good he must be in bed. Those thoughts had me incredibly worked up. I could really have used some private time with Deb right about then. But... hearing about Peter's weekend over dinner and drinks would have to do. That would definitely keep me edged up until Deb and I could find the time to be together. Peter Ch. 02 We were three drinks into the evening by the time we ordered food. So we were feeling pretty good. Despite Peter being in his upper 50s and about 10 years older than me, he could definitely hold his liquor. As a result, the conversation was flowing freely as I brought up his penchant for bedding married women. "It's great because they never want anything long term. That would definitely get in the way. Oh, a bunch come back for seconds and thirds... And hell, even fourths sometimes... but it's just mutual satisfaction at that point. I make sure they're happy with their husbands before anything happens between us. It's not good if it's not just plain old fashioned fun!" "Their husbands must seem so inadequate afterwards though. I mean... Your so big that the women must just love it!" "They do. That's why so many come back for more. But it's different with me than it is with their husbands. For the most part they still love being with their husbands but it's just different. With their husband it's more love and comfort. With me it's much more physical satisfaction. I can give them something that most have never even considered possible. It's friendly and fun and mutual but... it's not love. And... there's a bit of 'bad girl' mixed in there too. Some of the women really get off knowing that they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing. And some just love the fact that I'm a lot bigger and longer lasting than their husbands. They get off on it." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Like they actually tell you about their husbands?" "Some do. Some like to tell me how much bigger and better I am than their husbands. They actually tell me that while it's happening." "Oh my god that's so fucking hot!" I responded (the booze was clearly loosening my conversational filter!) "You must love hearing that... knowing that you're owning them!" "Absolutely. That's the total thrill of it. Knowing I could have her all night if I wanted. Knowing that she's risking it all to be with me... and at that moment, I do own her. She wants me more than she wants her own husband. "It's very hot and very satisfying. Not just for me but for her too. Not only is she having physically better sex than she's likely ever had before, but there's the emotional bad girl aspect where she's controlling things with her husband. She's getting her needs filled, when and where she wants. He doesn't control her at that moment. She's getting it on her terms with someone who is bigger, likely stronger, and flat out just better than he is. It's sort of her chance to secretly flip him off and get what's hers. "I don't mean to imply they hate their husbands. Quite the opposite... They're just acting out on the Bad Girl fantasy. It's fun." By this time I had noticed how I was being affected... Both emotionally and physically. My heart was racing with all the thoughts and visions in my head. And if it weren't for the fact that I was sitting at a table, it would be clear to everyone around that I was excited. "You alright pal? You look flushed". Peter finally asked. "What? Oh... Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little blown away by it all. I mean... It all sounds so intense." "It is intense." "I have to admit. The thought of Debbie being in that position is almost intoxicating. I never even considered it before, but the thought of her just surrendering... Spreading her legs to let a bigger, stronger, better man physically take her... It gets me hot. Never even considered it before your stories." "Don't worry pal... I told you I'd be gentle with her!" That slammed me like a gut punch... but I was also intriguingly aroused. It could have been an awkward moment, but Peter quickly defused it with his easy laugh and light hearted smile "I'm just kidding you pal. I know Debbie loves you more than anything." And I knew that was true too. But... That lingering thought of her "being bad"... of her being taken... Of her loving every minute of it and loving every inch of Peter as he slid in and out of her... It was overwhelming my thoughts. I took a big swig of my scotch, shook my head a bit, and snapped out of my trance. "Let's get another round" I said. "Sounds good" Peter replied. "Sounds damn good." Later that night, I finally got my alone time with Deb. And I made every minute count. She was loosened up from having drinks with her friends but she still couldn't understand what had gotten into me. "Your insatiable tonight Ted! What did you do that has you so worked up? You've never attacked me like that before. And you've definitely never gotten it up again so quickly before! I feel like I'm back at college! "So... tell me... what did you do tonight that got you going so hard honey?" Debbie asked, "I was serious about something getting into you. Was Peter on the prowl again and that got your imagination going? He's so bad sometimes!" I had told her about Peter's exploits before so she knew he was pretty "successful with the ladies". "Tonight was different..." I told her. I proceeded to explain how he had been with a married woman last weekend and that in fact, many of his women have been married. She was as shocked as I had originally been. I explained it all to her: How easy they are to be with and how it's more physical and fun since none are looking for a long term thing. Then I mentioned something I hadn't before; I told how much the women love being with him because he's big and good and long lasting. How he physically satisfies them in a way their husbands never can. How they often come back for a second and third and maybe even a fourth time. How they risk their marriages to be with him. Then I told her how some wives play the "bad girl" game actually talking about how much better and bigger he is while they're having sex. "Can you imagine that? Can you imagine these women loving the sex so much that they actually tell him how much better he is while he's inside of them? He must be amazing.... I mean... I've seen him at the gym. He is in great shape... And he is big..." "You're big honey, he can't be bigger than you!" "I'm okay sized, but Peter is just plain large. He has an amazing body and his... well... His cock is just... well... really good looking..." "Ted! You're so bad. Did you check him out?" "I couldn't help it! It's mesmerizing!" Then she admitted "well, with some guys you know they're probably good sized. You know... they just have that comfortable arrogance. Not full arrogance. Just that they're comfortable with their own bodies... And abilities... And Peter definitely gives that impression!" "Now who's being naughty" I joked with her. "If I didn't know better I'd think you had been thinking about Peter!" "Well... I'm not a prude!" She laughed and then snuggled into me. "I better watch out for Peter" she continued to tease. "From the sounds of it, he may seduce me with his magic powers... and his big, magic cock too!" And with that she giggled herself to sleep while my mind raced even faster. Her words were electric... They had me hard again as I thought about the possibilities... The thought of Peter being with her... The thought of her surrendering completely to him... Allowing Peter to penetrate her... Thinking about how she would react to his size, to his strength, to his stamina, and his skill... I was mesmerized by the thoughts and my hard cock was betraying my secret as it pressed firmly against her. Deb obviously felt my excitement... she moved her hand slowly down, circled her fingers around my stiff shaft, and said in her sleepy voice as she drifted off, "someone likes the thought of it... That's for sure...." Peter Ch. 03 I woke in the morning to the amazing feeling of Deb taking my cock deep into her wet, warm mouth. The perfect start to the day and a fantastic continuation of the marathon session we had enjoyed last night. I let out a deep moan as she went all the way down. She released me for a second so she could talk, "Oh, you're awake! Good morning baby... Thought I'd relieve your stress a bit. You've been hard all night! Ever since we talked about Peter's... abilities..." With that, she took me back into her mouth and started to suck harder. I felt her tongue work the head of my cock as she moved slowly up and down the shaft. Her suction was harder now. I loved how warm and soft it felt and I spread my legs to give her better access. "Do you like it baby? Do you like the way I suck your cock?" "Oh god yes... I love it" I moaned. "You've been hard all night baby. You got hard when we talked about Peter's cock sliding into married women. Does that excite you? Do like thinking about Peter's cock as I suck you baby?" It was too much to handle. Debbie was killing it with her mouth skills and her words. I was starting to feel that tingle at the base of my cock and I knew I'd cum soon. She had my cock deep in her mouth again. Sucking even harder them before. My cock was absolutely rigid. The blow job was remarkable as always... and the thoughts of Peter's cock and how he could use it to get whomever he wanted, were pushing me over the edge. "What would you do if Peter wanted to fuck me baby? Would you like that? Would you like to know that I think about Peter sliding his nice big cock into me? Would you want to watch us baby? Would you want to watch as I spread my legs and let him slide into me? Watch as I moaned in ecstasy as he fucked me deep... Deeper than you can...? Watch as he made me cum with his cock? Watch as he fucked me longer and harder and better? Would you like that baby?" She went back to work, concentrating on the head of my cock now, working the shaft fast and hard with her hand. I was moaning nonstop and she knew I was close. "Come on baby... Cum for me... Show me how much you want Peter to fuck me!" And with that I let out a long, loud moan and fired my cum against the back of her throat. She kept sucking me through my climax. Sucking every drop of cum from me. Sucking me until I finally started to soften. Worn out from last night and this morning. Drained. She crawled up and planted a wet kiss on me. Opening her mouth and sending her tongue in to explore mine. I could taste my cock and come. I wanted more from her but I was physically spent. "Poor baby, so worn out" she sighed. "Did you like that? Seems like you did... Seems like you like having your wife talk dirty about other men..." She smiled and giggled as she continued, "Want to watch me a bit?" She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. Her hand moved down between her legs and she started to rub gently around the outside of her pussy. Her eyes closed as her legs spread wider. Her head tilted slightly back and she let out a soft quiet moan. She rubbed herself gently for a few minutes and then her hand started working just a bit faster... starting to concentrate on her clit. I could see her wetness covering the outside lips. She was obviously as aroused as I had been. "Oh god baby, it feels so good". She kept working herself harder, "Oh god" she moaned again more loudly. "Oh god". "Baby, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum for you baby. I'm going to cum just like I plan to when I let Peter fuck me... When I finally get his big cock inside of me." Her legs bent up at the knees as they spread even wider apart, her head tilted up to look at me and I could see her stomach muscles contract into a tight six pack as she started to climax, "oh god it's so fucking good baby!" She shuddered in orgasm as she continued to work her hand on her pussy finally convulsing in a strong spasm as she rolled onto her left side. She held her hand still, applying firm pressure to her clit and her orgasm started to subside. "Oh god damn it! So... Fucking.... Good...!" After about ten seconds she finally relaxed with a sigh. She was silent for a minute and then started giggling, "Oh my goodness. I don't know what got into me this morning. I woke up so horny! Sorry that I had to wake you up! It's a nice way to start the day though isn't it?" "It sure is!" I exclaimed. "I loved every minute of it..." "Even the stuff I was saying? The stuff about Peter?" "Absolutely" I replied. "I don't know what it is either, but it sure has both of our motors running and I'll take that any day!" "You're the best baby!" She said closing her eyes as she moved in to snuggle more. "I love how open we are. Makes being together so much fun... I love you baby!" "I love you too" I said and pulled her in tight against me as I closed my eyes too. Exhausted, and drained, we both drifted off to sleep within seconds. Peter Ch. 04 Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best to stop reading now. Peter came to the house. It was our annual holiday party with about 20-30 friends and neighbors. Always a good time with lots of drinks, lots of laughs, and usually a memorable moment or two throughout the night that would give us something to talk about until the next December party came around. Usually nothing bad or torrid but always something "on the edge" of decorum. Peter brought a friend, Paul and they both mixed in with the rest of the party perfectly. It was quite an evening. The wine, beer, scotch, and frozen mudslides flowed freely, the music got louder throughout the night, and people we're having a great time. Deb and I were working the party hard. Keeping glasses filled and making sure the food trays were fresh. Doing a bit of cleaning here and there to stay ahead of it. But we were also freely partaking in the festivities and by 11:00 our partying overtook the hosting and it started to be really fun. Peter and Paul stayed late and actually started ramping it up the later it got. I spent a long time partying with Paul. He was a riot and we matched each other drink for drink, laughing hysterically most of the time. Like Peter, he was tall, lean, muscular, handsome, and easy to get along with. The only major difference I could find was that Paul was black and shaved his head bald and really neither of those differences mattered much. While Paul and I got to be fast friends, Debbie spent most of the night talking with Peter. They weren't drinking nearly as much as Paul and me, but lots of laughing going on with those two. I had had a feeling the two of them would get along great given a good opportunity to cha and that was proving to be the case tonight. While not jealous, I definitely felt Peter's comments about "taking it easy on her" sitting in the back of my mind as I watched them interact. I have to admit, it was exciting to watch Peter interact with Debbie. Nothing obvious was going on though, so it was probably just my over active imagination getting the best of me again. When things finally did settle down around 2:00 am, it was the four of us left hanging out, chatting and laughing away. I was on one end of the couch, Peter was on the other. Paul was in the recliner next to Peter, and Deb was across from the couch on our ladder backed chair. We had all had our fair share of liquor by this point so the conversation was pretty open with respect to topics. "So Peter. Did you see any married women you liked tonight? Any new targets?" Debbie teased. "Oh come on, I'm not that bad" Peter laughingly replied. "Although...." He continued with a devious smile. "Although what!?!?" "Although, there was one... But I shouldn't really say anything." He kept going. Still with the sheepish smile. "You are so bad!" Debbie clearly couldn't stand not knowing. But Peter didn't budge he just smiled knowingly. Paul suggested that he and I make a final batch of drinks before we call it a night. Not that we needed anymore drinks but, at that point judgement wasn't our best virtue, so the two of us proceeded to high five our way into the kitchen to hit the liquor cabinet one last time. As soon as I got up, Debbie took my seat next to Peter on the couch saying she was going to get to the bottom of who Peter's married target might be. And while Paul and I worked on drinks, Debbie was going to grill Peter for the information. Even though it was just the four of us, it was still pretty noisy with music playing and our voices still in party mode. Paul and I snuck in a shot of tequila while we were mixing drinks (bartender privileges!) and we were laughing up a storm when things suddenly got just a bit quieter. Not quiet. Just not quite as loud. That's when we noticed we were the only ones left talking. We could no longer hear Debbie and Peter. So, we grabbed the drinks and stumbled back into the living room to see if we could get the conversation going again. I can say that while what we saw wasn't a complete surprise to me considering the conversation Debbie and I had had during sex the previous weekend, it was still a shock to see in person. Paul on the other hand didn't seem phased by it at all as a big grin spread across his face. "Mmmmm, nice. Looks like Debbie found out who Paul's target is! They're really quite sexy together aren't they? I think I'm going to enjoy this...." I was still too shocked to speak, but the electricity I felt the other night when Debbie asked me all those questions about Peter as she sucked my cock was back, and it was racing throughout my body. I was tingling all over. I'm not exactly sure I emotionally liked what I was seeing but I sure was having a positive physical reaction. Debbie and Peter were leaning into each other kissing. It wasn't a deep sloppy mash up. It was tender, short duration, open mouthed kisses with tongues exploring each other. They were soft... And light... and looked incredibly intimate. Peter was clearly in control, but not forceful. He had one arm around Debbie's neck pulling her in and the other hand was gently exploring her body. Debbie had her hands on either side of Peter's face. Keeping his face close to hers in between their kisses. Her eyes would close as their lips met and then open as she smiled between kisses. I had to agree with Paul. They were extremely sexy together. And Debbie clearly agreed "Mmmmm... That's nice Peter. You kiss nice." With that they noticed that Paul and I had returned. "Oops... Sorry baby". She said with a little grin and giggle. "I just couldn't help it.... But let's have those drinks. Sit back down again and tell us what the two of you were laughing so loudly about in there!" Paul took his old seat and I sat in the ladder back where Debbie had been sitting before I got up. Debbie stayed close against Peter on the couch and Paul told about the tequila shot and general goofiness of our "drink run" to the kitchen. While I was a lot more quiet than before, the three of them seemed to pick the conversation right back up where we had left off. I noticed Peter's hand on Deb's leg. She didn't even seem to realize how strange that was to see. He was slowly caressing her while we talked. Rubbing the top of her thigh, brushing up the inside of her thigh every so often. It was when he would hit the inside of her thigh that I noticed her reaction. Her eyes would close a bit and she seemed to melt or relax just a bit more than she already clearly was. Eventually I saw her move her leg slightly to give him better access to the sensitive inside portion and he concentrated there, moving his hand back and forth from her knee to just below her panty line. I heard a soft moan as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, clearly enjoying the attention. "You have amazing hands Peter... You don't mind do you Ted? It's just that his hands are so good." Peter jumped in "I'm sure Ted doesn't mind. I'm an old guy compared to him... Can't be a threat there. And he wouldn't want to stop something that his wife clearly enjoys so much... Would you Ted?" I was on autopilot by this point. Not clearly thinking about what I was saying. I was in as much of a state of trance as Debbie looked to be. "No... No. It's good..." I heard myself say. "Paul, why don't you take Ted outside and smoke that hooch you brought? I think Ted might need something about now." Peter suggested. "Good idea buddy. I could use a toke or two myself. Do the two of you want some." "We've got some other things to do that will keep us relaxed" Debbie interjected. "You two enjoy yourselves. We'll stay right here." And with that she leaned her head back, relaxed her body into the couch and spread her right leg onto Peter's lap to give him full access. Paul grabbed my arm "Come on Ted. Let's go blaze up a bit. Give these two some alone time." That woke me from my trance state enough to start moving but I was still mesmerized by the site of Peter having his way with my wife. I could now clearly see why he had so much success with his dating. His confidence was so strong that it just seemed natural for him to take her. It seemed like I was the interloper here. And Debbie clearly agreed with that. She looked so comfortable to be sitting there with her leg on his lap... opening herself to his touch. Paul gave my arm another tug as he produced his one hitter from his coat jacket. "It's going to be cold on the deck, but this weed is worth it." He said as I grabbed my jacket from the hall. It was cold but not freezing. Certainly tolerable for a 10 to 15 minute smoke break. Plus once the effects started to kick in we wouldn't mind the temperature much. Paul packed a one hitter for me while we leaned against the deck railing. I could still see Peter and Debbie through the sliding glass door. They had gotten even more comfortable. Peter was kissing Debbie as he worked his hand on the inside of her thigh. She was completely giving herself to him at this point; legs spread a bit wider, slouching, almost lying down and giving him fill access to her still clothed body. Paul handed me the one hitter and sparked his lighter for me "Here you go buddy. Concentrate on this for a while and give them a bit of privacy. You don't have to worry. It's not like he's going to steal her from you. "He will definitely give her a good ride tonight... And probably tomorrow too" he laughed. "But, he does this all the time and it all works out well for everyone... Even the husbands end up thanking him. Not sure how he does it. But they always do." He trailed off. It was his turn to take a hit now and I let the effects of the good weed he was providing rush over me. I still felt the electricity from seeing Debbie with Peter but now the rush of the pot mixed into that and my whole body felt alive with energy. I always get horny when I smoke and this time was no different. I was sexually charged and that made me start to appreciate even more the events that we're taking place inside. "She really does seem to love it" I finally said. "I mean... You were right. They're really sexy together. I'm not sure a husband is supposed to be happy to see his wife with another man. But god damn those two are hot!" "I know right?" Paul responded. "I wasn't sure how you were taking it. But I was thoroughly enjoying it. And the two of them were clearly enjoying it too. They seem to fit together so well. "I think I'm going to need a place to crash tonight if you don't mind? Peter always ends up staying the night and he's my ride!" "Of course you can stay" I responded. "You can have the guest room." "Cool... Where are you going to sleep? The couch?" I hadn't thought about it before. I had just assumed that I would sleep in my own bed. But Paul's question brought home the point that Peter would be taking my bed tonight. He'd be taking my wife in my bed. I was getting harder by the minute thinking about it. Between the booze, the pot, and the sight of those two gorgeous people inside starting to make love to each other, I was in a highly charged state of sexual anticipation. "Yeah... The couch is good for me" I said clumsily. I looked back inside and I saw they had changed positions on the couch. Debbie was now straddling Peter as he relaxed back into the couch. She had her hands up under his shirt caressing his chest as they talked and laughed. Then she leaned down in for another kiss. His hands slid up her back under her shirt. I could see her start to grind down on his lap as they kissed. As she sat back up she moved her hands down between her legs and started to massage his groin. I heard Paul chuckle as I saw her face change expression to somewhere between shock and delight. "I think she just found Peter's prize package." Paul said and I noticed him staring just as intently at them as I was. "This is going to be tough. I get horny when I smoke and those two are like watching a porno! Hope you don't get offended if I eventually have to whip it out... Cause I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stop myself!" "No offense at all" I replied. "I'll probably be right there next to you doing the same thing!" "That's the spirit. Now you're rolling with it. You don't get many opportunities like this, so you might as well find a way to enjoy it when you do! "I've been in this situation a number of times with Peter" he continued, "and I can tell you that this is going to be a long night for those two. So take it slow. You don't want to blow your enthusiasm too quickly so to say." "Well, Debbie tends to be a one and done kind of girl, so maybe tonight won't be quite as long as your used to" "Maybe... But I'd still stay prepared for a full night of activity. Peter has a tendency to get women to want more... And more!" He laughed. It was clear there was something special going on inside between those two and I really was starting to enjoy it all. I wanted it to last a while. I wanted Debbie to love every minute. To have an amazing night. To thoroughly enjoy things and completely surrender herself. "Here, have one more hit and then we'll head back inside" Paul said as he handed me a packed one hitter. "We're going to need this to keep up with Peter." And with that I took a long, deep drag off the pipe and let the effects wash over me as Paul and I stared intently at the performance playing out through the glass doors. Peter Ch. 05 Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best to find another story more to your liking. * Paul knocked the ashes from the end of the pipe and put everything away. Then the two of us walked back inside. Debbie and Peter didn't stop when we entered the room this time. Instead Peter rolled her over onto the couch cushions and got on top of her. "Oh god baby... You've got me so wet..." She tried to whisper into his ear but it was loud enough that Paul and I heard. He kissed her deeply and then sat up a bit and pulled his shirt over his head. "Your beautiful!" Deb sighed as she ran her hands up and down his lean, strong, hairless body. "You like it baby?" he replied. "I think we make a good pair..." He continued as he leaned back down for a deep kiss. Deb let out a moan as their lips met and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. When they finished kissing, Peter stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. Debbie pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra as Peter unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Deb sat up a bit to get a better look as Peter lowered his pants and finally revealed himself to her. "Oh my!" She exclaimed as he removed his pants and gave her a full view of his semi hard cock. "Ted was right, you are amazing to look at". "So... he told you about it huh? Is that what made you want me? Did you want a nice big cock to play with?" She nodded in agreement, "of course I do... I've been trying to get together with you ever since I found out. I had a huge crush on you before but I needed you once I found out what you could give me. God your gorgeous..." She leaned in to get a closer look. She placed her hands to each side of his manhood and moved in even closer to plant a kiss on the head of his cock. "Mmmm... you smell amazing." She said as she looked up into his eyes. Their eyes stayed locked together as she started to take him into her mouth. "That's it Deb. Take it slow. There's a lot to take and we've got plenty of time." She responded by releasing a deep moan, closed her eyes to concentrate, and started working at taking in his full length. She moved slowly at first, alternating between licking around the head with her tongue and then taking him fully into her mouth. She couldn't get all of him in at first but with each subsequent attempt, she fit more and more. He gently placed his hands on the sides of her head to help guide her as she worked. "That's so good baby. You're handling it perfectly. No wonder you wanted to get together... You know how to love a big cock..." "I love every inch" she said as she pulled back to take a breath. She used her hand to give her mouth and jaw a little break. "I haven't had a cock like this in a long time. And I've never had one that's both this big and this beautiful." "Well, you can have this cock anytime you want..." Debbie went back to work and Peter rolled his head back in pure enjoyment. Meanwhile, Paul and I were taking in all of the action in silence as we took off our coats and found our seats and cocktails. We were feeling fantastic from the smoke and drink and we were fully enjoying the show Debbie and Peter were supplying. I was fully charged by this time with my cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric of my jeans. I saw Paul was in the same condition but his looser fitting slacks betrayed his condition much more obviously than mine. I knew that if Peter kept things going, neither Paul nor I would be able to resist the urge to "free things up". I was watching my wife, on her knees, just two or three feet away from me, pleasing another man... and it was amazing. I had never seen her so immersed in her actions before. Her head was moving slowly up and down Peter's cock. Enjoying every inch of him. Making love to his cock. Her hands we're caressing his tight stomach and chest as she moved them up his torso each time she engulfed him. I loved what I was seeing. Loved seeing how much Debbie was enjoying herself. And I had to admit how proud I was that Peter was loving my wife. A man who could get, and please, any woman he wanted was pouring his attention on my wife. I wanted him to take her... To validate what I already knew: That she was gorgeous and amazing. It was an honor to watch him take her. "She looks good Peter" Paul said softly. He was massaging himself through his slacks by this time. "She's amazing Paul." Peter confirmed. "She's doesn't seem to be having any trouble handling you... The real test will be when you slide that beast into her. Based on what I'm seeing now, I think she will love every inch." "I'm sure she can handle it." Peter agreed. "What do you think Ted? Do think she'll like it?" "I think she'll love it Peter" I replied. "How could she not? Your cock is gorgeous and she clearly loves it!" "She does doesn't she? What about you Ted? Do you love it? Do you love watching your wife handle my cock? It sure looks like you do... like both of you do! Both of you are about to bust out of your pants you're so hard!" We all laughed at this last comment from Peter. Paul took it as sign and stripped out of his clothes within seconds. Debbie and I both gawked at Paul once he disrobed, "what's with the two of you?" Deb blurted out to Peter and Paul "you're both so frickin' big!" It was true. Paul's black cock was at least as big as Peter's. And his smooth black skin glistened, accentuating the results of his obviously dedicated workout routines. His stomach rippled with muscle definition, his chest and arms were well defined, and he had a smooth round ass. "Aren't you going to show your stuff baby?" Debbie asked me. I suddenly realized I was the only clothed male left in the room. She didn't need to ask me twice. I was out of my clothes in less time than it took Paul. While I've never felt I was even close to small, it was quickly apparent that I was technically the smallest in the room. If Debbie was going to choose, I'd end up in last place. I wasn't sure where things we're headed. With Debbie the only female in a room of three naked men. Was this going to end up as a three on one? I hadn't even thought about that possibility before. But as soon as the thought entered my mind Debbie quickly set things straight. Debbie stood up and started to peel off her pants. Peter took over by turning her around and pulling her into his body. He slid his hands down her stomach and unbuttoned and unzipped her. He then slid her pants and her panties down together and Debbie stepped out of them to reveal her clean, smooth, perfect body. Peter pulled her back into his body and slid his hands back down to the inside of her thighs and started to slowly massage her again. She moaned her satisfaction at finally getting to feel his touch. "That's nice" she whispered to him. He moved his hands to massage the outside of her pussy. "Your soaking wet" he whispered softly into her ear. "You make me wet baby... I told you I needed to be with you." Paul and I were both mesmerized again and he was slowly working his hand over his cock. Enjoying the scene and enjoying his own touch. I was suddenly aware that without even realizing it, I was doing the same thing. Paul and I were masturbating together to the same beautiful scene unfolding in front of us. Peter continued to work Debbie's pussy with his hands and she responded with audible moans and by reaching back and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her moaning became heavier and her breathing was more pronounced. "Oh god Peter... You're going to make me cum... your hands feel so good baby." I knew from her voice and her breathing that she was close to cumming. I was too, and when I looked over to Paul, it was clear that he was close as well. The only one under control at the moment was Peter. He was controlling everything with the way he was handling my wife. "Come on baby..." He whispered in Deb's ear "are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for another man right in front of your husband? Are you going to prove how much you love it for him?" Peter's words had an immediate impact on Debbie. She was writhing in ecstasy "Yes... Yes... make me cum Peter. I want him to watch me cum. I want to show him how good you feel..." She was shuddering on the verge of climax now and she let out a series of "oh gods" as she slowly went over the edge, cumming hard on Peter's hands. He held her up as she quivered in orgasm and her knees weakened... he laid her gently down on the couch so she could recover. She pulled him on top off her and they engaged in another deep kiss. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him in complete surrender. After a minute or two more I saw her whispering in his ear. I couldn't make out what she was saying but he nodded in agreement to whatever it was and picked her up off the couch. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around him and she had her head buried in his neck. Without saying a word, Peter carried her out of the room and they disappeared down the hall towards our bedroom. When I heard the door click closed, my heart sank. Not out of jealousy but out of disappointment that I wouldn't get to see more of this beautiful, impassioned couple. While I didn't her them lock the door, the message was clear: Peter was going to have my wife, in our bed, alone, for the rest of the night. Peter Ch. 06 Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best to find another story more to your liking. 
 Chapter 6 I looked over at Paul and he was still slowly working his cock. He had amazing control. Clearly taking his time and making things last. What took me off guard is the way he was staring at me. He had his eyes locked on my cock as he stroked his long shaft. When he caught me looking at him he changed his pace a bit, spread his legs wider and presented himself to me. It was as if he was offering himself... Inviting me to come over... Inviting me to take his cock. "Looks like your wife is going to be busy for the rest of the night. You okay with that?" "Yeah... I'm a little disappointed we can't watch anymore but I'm psyched for her. I want her to be happy and Peter seems to have her well taken care of." "He definitely does" Paul replied. "But now I'm horny as hell. I need some relief. You probably do too... I might just have to let you suck my cock tonight so we're not left out of the fun." That was a shocker. Here was a gorgeous specimen of a man that could get just about any woman he wanted, stroking his long cock in front of me, and not only offering himself to me, but telling me he "might let me" suck him off. I hadn't considered anything even remotely like that... but after hearing the words come out of Paul's mouth... it had an almost electric effect on me. I was unbelievably charged up from the party, the booze, the pot, the amazing display that Debbie and Peter had just performed for us, and the fact that my wife was currently down the hall giving herself to another man. I was on fire and I needed to do something about it, and here was this gorgeous specimen of a man with a cock that would make anyone's mouth water not only offering, but suggesting that I service him. I was on my feet before I knew what was happening, walking over and kneeling down in front of the recliner he was sitting in. "That's it Ted... Come on over and get some of this big cock. Your wife is fucking another man tonight, you should be with someone too." He spread his legs to let me in and I leaned into his lap and took that big beautiful cock in my hands. It was rock hard but smooth with silky soft skin. He was hairless like Peter and I massaged the smooth skin around the base of his cock as I opened my mouth and prepared to take him. The mushroom shaped head of his cock felt spongy and swollen as I got the first taste of its salty goodness. He moaned in satisfaction as I pulled him into my mouth. "That a boy. Suck that cock... Just like your wife is doing to Peter right now." Paul's words made me want to suck him harder and deeper. I wanted to make him feel good. To prove I could satisfy a man just like Debbie could. "Take it slow and work your way up to it. I want you to take all of me into your mouth. Nice and soft now... That's it baby. That's wonderful. You're good at that." He stopped talking for a few minutes while he enjoyed my work. I had about half his shaft and I loved how he felt in my mouth. The spongy feeling of his head. The rigid hardness of his shaft. I wanted to suck him deep into my mouth and make him cum. I wanted to provide some release for him. He grabbed both sides of my head softly now. And kept me down on his shaft while he worked his way inside of me. He was moaning his satisfaction letting me know he like it. After a few minutes of this he pulled me up to his face and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting the flavors of his own cock and precum. He slowly wrapped his arms around me as we kissed deeper. Picking me up and carrying me over to the couch where Debbie and Peter had been. He broke our kiss, picking up his head and smiling as we both heard Debbie cry out in ecstasy from down the hall. Peter was making her cum again and based on Debbie's cry, this time he was making her cum with his cock. Paul smiled and leaned in for another kiss "I think your wife loves the way Peter is fucking her!" His hands moved to my knees and he spread my legs open. I couldn't resist even if I had thought to. As he leaned in for another kiss we heard Debbie cry out again and I felt Paul's cock right up against me. I felt him start to push forward, slowly building the pressure against my ass. "You ready for it Ted?" Paul whispered into my ear. He made a final push and penetrated into me with his gorgeous black cock and I let out a long loud moan of relief. He felt wonderful inside me and I spread wider to make full entry easier. He was gentle and only went half way at first. Slowly working his way in... Then slowly pulling out... Slowly and a bit deeper in... Then slowly out again. He worked me with a steady slow cadence eventually moving all the way in, giving me his full length. I had never felt anything like it before. He had amazing control, moving with such discipline he kept me anticipating his full length. When he was fully inside of me he whispered into my ear how good I felt. "I knew you would love it" he moaned. He was right. I was loving it. I loved the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of me. I loved knowing he loved it too. And my loud moaning as he thrusted gave away all my secrets. "You feel so good" he moaned as he bottomed out, "You like having a cock this big inside of you?" "I love it..." I whispered back at him. "I love your cock in me." "You do don't you baby? You love having me inside... You love having a cock inside of you that's just as big as the cock that's inside of Debbie right now don't you?" "Oh god yes. I love it!" I moaned. Paul started moving deeper and faster now. Picking up his pace as we were both nearing completion. I could no longer hear Debbie and Peter. All I could hear was Paul's heavy breathing and my moaning. We were perfectly synchronized as I opened wide to accept his deep thrusting and worked my hands over the smooth skin of his muscular chest. His breathing became paced now. And I could tell he was nearing climax. "Go deep into me Paul. I love your cock. I love feeling it slide into me." Now Paul let out a few "oh gods" as his pace increased even faster. "I'm going to cum Ted... You feel so good, I'm going to cum!" "Cum inside me Paul" I responded. "Go deep inside and cum in me!" I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he thrust hard and deep and fast. He let out a final groan and made one last hard deep thrust and came. I held on tight as he continued to make small jerking thrusts. My ass clenched his cock firmly making sure I milked all of the cum from his cock deep inside of me. "That's it baby" I sad softly. "That's it. Such a good fuck... So good." I released my hold on him and went back to running my hands over his chest and looked into his eyes. We locked our eyes together and he leaned in for anther kiss. "God you felt so good" he said finally. "You know how to please a man. I haven't cum that hard in months." "Glad you liked it. I loved it too. You certainly know how to use that gorgeous cock of yours " I was still caressing his body with my hands as he leaned in for another kiss. He was softening inside of me. He relaxed on top of me and we embraced in a final kiss as he pulled himself out. "So glad I stayed" he said as we both drifted off to sleep. We were still lying side by side when Debbie and Peter finally emerged from our bedroom a few hours later. Debbie giggled when she saw us in the morning sunlight streaming into the living room, "I guess these two found something to do. I don't feel so bad now." I watched as Peter and Debbie embraced in a long deep kiss. "You're coming back tonight right? After you drop off Paul?" "Of course baby. I'll be sleeping here for a while." Debbie smiled at that, "You don't mind do you Ted? Peter wants to spend a few nights here. You can take the spare room." I felt my cock start to rise back up again as I thought about Peter fucking my wife all week. The two of them were physically perfect together and I would get to be there to witness it a few more times. ...and I'd probably give Paul a call a few times as well. We can both play a bit. Peter Ch. 07 Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best to find another story more to your liking. 
 Debbie greeted me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. "I've even waiting for you to get here. I've got a surprise for you." After I put my work stuff down, she led me by the hand into the living room where she had a fire started in the fireplace, some candles lit, a blanket in the floor in front of the fireplace, and some smooth jazz playing in the background. "I thought we could spend a little time together. You've been so understanding this past week that I thought you deserved a special treat." She pulled me in and kissed me deeply with an open mouth sliding her tongue in to explore mine. I wrapped my hands around her thin waist and felt the first stirrings of arousal as her hands caressed my back. She started to undress me as she said "Let's get you out of these work cloths baby." She kissed and caressed my chest as she removed my shirt. She wasted no time going for my pants next, pulling my underwear down in combination with my slacks. I was fully naked in very little time and my appreciation was on full display as my semi hard cock greeted Debbie when she leaned down to help me step out. "Mmmmm. You have such a gorgeous body baby." She reassured me. "Let's get you lying down in front of the fire." She led me to the blanket laid out on the floor. The warmth of the fire was relaxing as she pulled the socks from my feet and caressed the length of my legs as she worked. She had me almost fully aroused at this point and I was loving the way she was taking full control. I hadn't lifted a finger so far and the fact that she was doing all the work to please me was incredibly satisfying. She crawled between my legs and massaged the inside of my thighs. Coming close, but not quite touching my cock, she eased me into a full hard on. "I love how hard you get with just simple soft touches" she said. "You're so easy to please baby." She reached behind the pillows and produced our bottle of silicone lube that she had warmed by the fire. "I hope it's not too hot for you baby. I didn't want it to be cold on you." She smiled as she poured some of the lubricant into her hands and rubbed them together to spread it evenly. "I hope you like this... You deserve something special since you allowed me to have so much pleasure this week." She massaged the lube around the base of my hard cock which caused it to go rigid with anticipation. It had been a good couple of weeks since I had been physical with my wife and that patience was paying off now. I fully relaxed and let my legs fall apart wider as Debbie finally started to spread the lubricant onto my cock. She moved her hands softly up my shaft "mmmm, you're so hard... Do you like that baby?" "God yes" I replied She continued to work, "It's been so long since I've felt you in my hands." I relaxed into the soft blanket and let her hands work me into a state of bliss. Soft and teasingly gentle at first but gaining speed and firmness over time. She would suddenly stop once in a while and then start again with just the lightest of touches. Slowly increasing her speed and grip again. She continue this cycle, keeping me on the edge, for what seemed like an hour. "Do you like it baby?" She asked "you've been so patient with me and Peter... You deserve something special tonight." I let out another long moan of pleasure. I loved that she and Peter had spent four nights together this past week. But she was right, I needed something physical too. I needed this. I needed her hands on me. Giving me her full attention. Driving me to the edge and back again. Delaying my release to maximize my pleasure. "Your hands are wonderful Deb" I moaned. "You're amazing..." "You deserve it baby" she replied. She stroked me gently with her right hand while her left applied pressure to my pubic area at the base of my shaft. Her fingers massaged the smooth, clean shaven area around my cock while her thumb massaged my perineum going teasingly close to my anus. It felt amazing and I let her know by spreading my legs further and moaning her name loud and long. "Baby climb on top... Let's me give you some pleasure too" I asked knowing that if I let her continue much longer I would cum and be done. "I'd love to Ted... But I want to make you cum with my hands. I don't want you to do anything except receive the pleasure you deserve." She was picking the pace back up now and increasing he grip on me. I let out a moan of "Oh God" as I felt my orgasm building in the base of my cock. "You're going to make me cum baby" I cried. "That's it baby... I want you to cum for me. I want you to show me how much you love the way I touch you. Can you do that? Can you cum for me?" Her words were too much. She was taking me over the edge now. I was lost in the ecstasy as her hands worked my full shaft. "Come on baby... Cum for me now... You know I want it." With those last words I couldn't hold back any longer. I let the rush of my orgasm wash over me and released a flood of cum as I thrust my hips up in climax. "Oh god yes. That's it baby... That's it. So much cum. So much amazing cum." She continued to slowly massage my cock as my orgasm subsided. I had already started to soften and she continued her soft massage. "You looked so good when you came" she told me. "It's been a while since I've done that for you. I hope it was good? I hope it was worth the wait?" "It was amazing Debbie. You know you're the best. You know I love it when you massage me. I just wish I could have pleased you too. I feel bad that you didn't get anything." "What do you mean baby? I loved watching you cum. I love doing that... That's enough pleasure for me... And I'll get my physical pleasure later with Peter." "Is he coming over again tonight?" I asked a little disappointed. "He's picking me up in a few minutes. We're going out to dinner with a few of his friends. Some fancy place in Providence." Dinner? Friends? This was a lot different than the previous times she and Peter had been together. I wasn't sure how to react. I still wasn't jealous... Or was I? I couldn't figure it out. I loved Deb and it was clear she loved me. And I loved that my two best friends were happy and having fun and providing a lot of pleasure too each other. But... "Oh crap... I'm going to be late! You can clean up right baby?" she exclaimed as she rushed to get into the bathroom. Peter rang the bell while Deb was still in the shower. He was all smiles and hand shakes when I opened the door. "Hey buddy" he exclaimed. "How are you? We haven't really had a chance to talk much for the last week. I mean, I've been in your house a lot but we haven't really had the opportunity to just sit and talk like we're used to." "I'm doing great Peter. Great to see you. Deb tells me you're grabbing dinner with friends tonight." I replied as he came in and we walked to the kitchen area. "That's right. A couple of my old school friends and their wives called and invited us out. Should be fun." "Well, Deb's still getting ready. Join me for a drink while you wait?" "That sounds great. Scotch?" "Just what I was thinking" I responded and fetched us a couple of glasses. "Cheers". Peter toasted as we took our first sips and let our favorite Islay single malt warm us. "I shouldn't have her out too late" Peter continued. "But you never know with that crew. Could be a bit of drinking for sure." We chatted more until our drinks were done and then Deb came down the stairs decked out in a tight fitting top, tight jeans, and high heeled boots. She looked fantastic. Classy with just enough sex appeal to make sure people would notice her. I wanted to immediately complement her look but I was still taking my last sip. Peter slipped over to greet her before I could get my words out. "You look fantastic Deb" he said with a huge friendly smile on his face. "Thank you baby. I wanted to look nice for you tonight" she replied as Peter slipped his arms around her waist. Debbie wrapped her arms around his neck and they leaned into each other for a deep kiss and embrace. "Mmmmm... I've been waiting for that all day" she said as they separated. "I'm looking forward to meeting your friends... But I really could use some time with you all to myself too. It's been three days since we've been together!" "We will definitely make that happen when we come back here after dinner" Peter assured her. "We'll make a quick night of it. Have a few drinks and then eat quickly and head out." "That sounds good" Deb confirmed and they leaned back into each other for another deep kiss. I had another scotch alone by the fire after they left and thought about what might be happening. I thought about how physical they were with each other. Always touching. Deep passionate kisses. Lingering looks into each other's eyes. They had been together three nights this past week. I was able to witness the start of it the first night but then they continued things in our bedroom behind a closed door. The other nights were spent completely in our bedroom so I didn't see much more than the greetings and kisses. But I heard plenty. Both during and after. Their lovemaking sessions were long and the sounds were quite passionate. Peter was in great shape and that showed in his stamina. From the sounds I heard as I tried to sleep in the guest room bed, Debbie would cum at least three times a night and Peter was good for two or three orgasms himself. I knew Peter was large from our time at the gym, but his staying power and ability to physically satisfy my wife were also remarkable. Except for the work out she gave me with her hands earlier in the evening, Debbie and I hadn't been together since she started seeing Peter. I had still gotten a lot of enjoyment from the experience. Both knowing my wife was being satisfied and loving it, as well as listening to the two of them as I brought myself off multiple times a night. And I couldn't forget the amazing encounter with Paul the very first night. I had cum more this past week then I had in the previous month. So, I guess we were all enjoying things... As I thought about Peter showing Debbie off to his friends tonight I started to get aroused yet again. It was the subtle humiliation of my wife enjoying another man. The realization the she was not ashamed to show the world that she preferred the physical prowess of a bigger man and for Debbie to show off that a bigger, stronger man wanted her. I was starting to fall asleep from the scotch, the fire, and the fantasies taking me to dreamland. So I climbed into bed figuring I would head back to the guest room later when Peter brought Deb home. My cock was hard again so I grabbed the lube Deb had left out from earlier and started to massage myself as I thought about the two of them together. I worked my hand slowly up and down my stiffening shaft and just lightly touched the head from time to time. I was going soft and slow. I didn't want to rush through it. I wanted to pace myself like Peter paced himself when he entered Debbie. I imagined Debbie spreading her legs to accept Peter into her, her legs would rise up and her arms would hold him as he moved himself into her. I thought about the sounds she made as he brought her to the edge of orgasm multiple times a night. Imagining how her hands would explore his body and how she would look up into his eyes as he would increase the pace of his fucking. How she would tilt her head back and let out her long low moan as she started to cum. And how Peter would finally let out a gasp as his body spasmed as he climaxed. I was soon moaning loudly with my hand working the entire length of my cock. I went full force on the head and brought myself over the edge into a long wet orgasm spilling cum down my cock and onto my chest and stomach. It was another amazing orgasm that I owed to the thought of Peter having sex with my wife. I drifted off to sleep with a bit of mixed feelings. I was physically completely spent, but emotionally I was starting to feel a bit empty. I wasn't sure how this was going to work out... But it was due to evolve soon. I just wasn't sure how we would make that happen. I awoke later that evening to the sound of voices from the living room. I looked at the clock and it was 1:00 am. Peter and Debbie were later than I anticipated. I heard some soft talking, not a lot. When Debbie let out her soft moan, I knew they were fulfilling the commitment to be together they had made before they left for the restaurant. Normally the thought of them having sex and hearing Debbie moan would have aroused me. But I was still spent from Debbie's hand job and my subsequent masturbation session. I got up and walked quietly down the hall so I didn't disturb them. What I saw took my breath away. They were on the floor in front of the fire place where Debbie had worked me over so thoroughly earlier that night. Both of them were naked. Debbie was on her back and Peter was lying off to the side but their lips were locked in a deep passionate kiss. Peter was using his hand to massage Debbie's pussy and she was moaning her satisfaction through the kiss. Her hips were slowly gyrating in rhythm with Peter's hand. As their kiss broke Deb let out a slightly louder moan "your so amazing Peter. You amaze me every time we're together." He moved his hand harder now as he stared into her eyes. Their eyes were locked together and he held her tightly with his left arm as his right hand rubbed her pussy harder and faster. Her breathing was getting louder and her hips were moving, trying to keep pace with his hand. The physical contact between them was intense and I felt privileged to be witnessing it. My cock was almost fully hard as I watched, straining the fabric of my boxer briefs, and I hoped I wouldn't be caught watching and that they'd continue their performance so that I could continue to watch. Debbie started moaning loudly as Peter continued his assault on her pussy with his hand. He was rubbing her at an amazing speed and she was almost paralyzed by her impending orgasm. Her legs we're spread, her arms were by her side with her fists clenched tightly, her head was raised as her body went into a stomach crunch as she stared at Peter working her vigorously. She could no longer take it and let out three or four loud "oh my god"s as she started to convulse in orgasm. Peter didn't stop and Deb kept cumming. She was completely helpless as Peter took her to the edge over and over. Debbie cried out in a final huge orgasm as Peter finally slowed his assault. He was still rubbing her pussy but he was slowing things down. Debbie was completely overwhelmed still but was starting to recover. She still couldn't speak but her breathing was starting to slow its pace. Finally, she let out a sigh and moaned "oh my god Peter! Oh my god! I've never ever cum like that." He leaned in and kissed her and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling them tightly together. He moved his hand off her pussy and started to caress her sides and back. She moaned as they kissed and she slowly recovered. After a few more minutes of kissing that got softer and more tender over time, Debbie rolled onto her back and pulled Peter on top of her. "I need you inside of me baby." Peter climbed between her legs and looked down at her glistening pussy. His cock was poised at the entrance, "I've been waiting for this Debbie. I could barely make it through dinner." Debbie reached down and took Peter's cock in her hands. She guided him as he pushed forward into her. Even though she was soaked from her orgasm, he still had to ease himself into her due to his size. When he was about halfway Debbie let go and let out another long loud moan "oh god Peter. I've wanted this all day." Her legs spread a little wider and he pushed forward into her all the way. "Oh god your cock feels amazing in me" she continued. He started a very slow rhythm. Pulling almost the entire way out and then slowly driving it all the way back inside. All the way out and then all the way back in. Debbie's head was tilted back and her hands explored Peter's body. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock as it moved in and out of Debbie. I loved watching it come out and then slide back inside in his long methodical strokes. I was hypnotized by the rhythm and the sounds of Debbie's heavy breathing and moaning. She was in full ecstasy and I was nearly there watching her receive Peter's cock. I suddenly realized that Peter was looking in my direction. I'm not sure if he saw me in the darkness or not but he kept looking. He picked up his pace just a bit. And he dove slightly deeper and harder than before. It was getting more intense again and Debbie moaned her approval. His upper body was raised above her, supporting his weight with his arms fully outstretched and his hips were thrusting harder and faster picking up the pace and strength as I watched. He was still looking in my direction but not staring at me. I still couldn't figure out if he was actually seeing me or if the darkness concealed my presence, but he was starting to drive his cock at full speed. His thrusting was hard and deep and deliberate. Debbie moaned loudly with every thrust. "Oh god Peter!" was repeated over and over as he continued the amazing pace of his thrusting. It was almost like he was looking at me to make sure I saw what he was doing to my wife. To make sure I saw how much she enjoyed him. How much she gave herself to him. She was at his mercy as he had her near orgasm with his hard thrusting. She was moaning loudly and I could hear her nearing climax. The pace of her breathing picked up as she got closer to the edge. "Oh my god Peter, don't stop baby... don't stop... you're making me cum..." With those words, Debbie started to spasm with orgasm. She cried out as she came, letting Peter know he had once again succeeded in satisfying this married woman. Her orgasm extended as Peter continued to thrust into her. He was thrusting slower now, but still going long and deep, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding all the way back into her. Debbie was almost grunting with each of Peter's deep strokes. "Come for me Peter" she moaned, "I want your cum..." Peter kept up his slow, steady pace and his breathing was heavy. His smooth, muscular, hairless body was glistening with a light coating of sweat. Debbie's hands were exploring every inch of his body as he continued to fuck her. She looked up into his face and they locked eyes. "I love it baby, I love the way your cock feels in me... I love the way you fuck... no one fucks me as good as you do Peter..." she whispered as he continued his steady pace. Peter leaned down and kissed Debbie as he continued thrusting into her. They fucked in a tight embrace for the next few minutes with Debbie's hands exploring his body. I heard him grunt softly and he broke the embrace and pushed back up with his arms into a push up position. His slow pace started to get faster and his grunting got louder. "yes... yes... cum for me Peter... that's it baby... cum for me" Debbie reached down and grabbed his ass with both hands pulling him into her with each thrust. Peter was breathing heavily and grunting with each stroke. He was near orgasm and Debbie knew it. She continued to coax him into orgasm with her hands and words. Peter's thrusting was no longer smooth and steady. His thrusts became strong jerks and he started to lose control as his orgasm took over. Peter Ch. 07 He looked back down into Debbie's eyes and let out a loud grunt as he thrust deeply into her a final time and released what must have been a flood of cum deep inside of my wife. He drove a series of smaller thrusts into her as his orgasm started to subside and she moaned in concert with each of Peter's grunts during each subsequent thrust. Finally spent, Peter collapsed on top of Debbie and they stayed like that for at least 10 minutes with Debbie softly caressing his exhausted body. "Mmmm, that was nice baby..." she whispered into his ear. After another few minutes, Debbie kissed his shoulder and said, "okay baby, we should get you up." Peter looked confused. "I need to sleep with my husband tonight" she continued. Peter was still a little puzzled, but was getting the message. "Oh... sure... sorry... I'll get dressed and hit the road". "Thanks babe" Deb replied, "I just want to be with Ted tonight." I was surprised by what I heard... excited, but surprised. Peter was apparently surprised as well based on the incredulous look on his face as he dressed. "Thanks for dinner and such a good time tonight baby" Debbie said as she walked Peter to the door. "Are we getting together tomorrow night?" Peter asked as she gave him a quick kiss goodbye. "I don't think so Peter... I think we've had our time together. I just want to get back to my husband now. You understand don't you? It's not like either of us wanted this to be a relationship or anything..." She replied. Peter still had a bit of incredulousness on his face, "oh... yes... of course... this wasn't a relationship". It was clear he was confused by Debbie's seemingly quick change of attitude. She let out a deep sigh of relief as she closed the door and locked it behind him. I saw a slight smile cross her face. She chuckled a bit and shook her head and then started to clean things up. I took that chance to sneak back into bed and waited for her to come in. The noise of her cleaning stopped and I heard the shower turn on. A few minutes later, a freshly cleaned up Debbie crawled into bed and snuggled in beside me. "Hey baby" she whispered. "Are you awake?" "Sort of..." I lied. "Well, I just wanted to say I love you" she replied as she softly kissed me on the cheek and wrapped her arms around me as she pulled in tight against me. We stayed together like this the rest of the night and slept late into the morning.