2 comments/ 32583 views/ 0 favorites Greater Love Hath No Woman... By: 4eyedbrit Our sex life had become bland and virtually non-existent. I pondered this as I ambled home after a rare night out at the pub. I had been making myself scarce due to the arrival of Caroline, my wife's best friend for a weekend stay. At least we had hived the kids off with their friends. Caroline, Vanessa and I went back quite a few years. Her and her husband, Bob, lived in the house next to us. Bob left her, shortly before we moved away, leaving her to bring up two kids alone. All that was about fifteen years ago. Caroline was now into her forties and her kids had all but flown the nest, in fact that is what brought Caroline up for her visit, her youngest son's graduation. Caroline had let herself go somewhat in the intervening years and could probably be best described as a plumper. She is below average height, around five feet four inches tall, with shoulder length, greasy and wavy dark hair. She wears rather out of fashion glasses, has a rather pallid complexion and wears a less than flattering mixture of baggy clothes to hide her shape. Needless to say she had remained single since Bob's departure. Vanessa was quite the reverse, tall and thin. With short and straight fair hair she dresses more conservatively than Caroline, cardigans and tweed skirts, promoting an air of primness and propriety. This was reflected in our sex life. I was lucky if she laid back and spread her legs once a month. Even before the kids arrived we were not all that active in that department, mostly being content in one another's company. We have, however, been together for nearly twenty years. We married young and for both of us, each was our only lover. For her sex was little more than a duty, Vanessa never took more than a passive role, almost never came and only once or twice a year would even entertain my cock being in her mouth. I would not go as far to say she would give me a blow job rather she simply took my end into her mouth momentarily, hoping that I wouldn't come and force her to spit it out. For my part I was less than the perfect lover, taking my pleasure only when allowed and even then lacking any kind of control due to the limited opportunity. Normally after saving my frustration for weeks on end, after a few strokes, I would come, be pushed off, roll over and go to sleep. In short our sex life was less than perfect. I rolled in, around half past eleven, less than sober but not rolling drunk. I didn't tiptoe but didn't advertise my presence either. I wandered through the dark and empty kitchen into the hallway. I hung my coat up on the pegs under the stairs and paused by the living room door as I overheard voices coming from within. Moving closer I could make out the conversation. Caroline was sat on the sofa, her back to me, Vanessa sat to her left side on my favourite chair directly opposite the television. They had both been at the wine, I had walked past at least one empty bottle on the kitchen table. The conversation had become quite forthright. "Sex is a real chore for me." Vanessa admitted, "I bet John wants it tonight, he usually wants it when he's been out to the pub." True I thought as I leant further forward to catch Caroline's reply. "You are lucky to have a man. I really miss having one, or rather, I miss the sex. If I had a man I would keep him well satisfied in that department." "I can't say I am that bothered by it all." Vanessa replied. "If it wasn't for my vibrator I think I would have lost my mind. Do you realise that I haven't had any kind of sex with anyone else for..." She paused, nodding whilst mentally counting. "For ten years for God's sake. Even then I had to beg Bob to give me a birthday shag. It wasn't that good either, I'm better off dong it by myself." "Why Caroline, I am shocked," Vanessa replied. "About what? The length of time or the vibro?" "Both, I think. Only with Bob?" Vanessa probed. "Yes, but that was the last time. He is still a complete bastard. Now I'm married to my rabbit!" "Rabbit?" I am sure Vanessa knew what one was and was playing dumb. "Yes the poor thing is nearly worn out! This one is my third, I am rather rough on them, you might say demanding!" "Where did you get them from?" Vanessa sounded genuinely interested. "Haven't you got one then?" "No, I am not normally that interested." Vanessa said backing off. "I am, in fact if a man came in right now I would yank his trousers down, make him hard and ride him until I come." Caroline added in earnest. "You are welcome to it." Vanessa replied, her voice full of disdain. At that moment the floorboard beneath my foot creaked. I sprang forward into the room. "Evening ladies." I said, trying to recover my composure and hoping that I hadn't been sprung. I was sure by the look that I got from Vanessa that she knew I had been listening. "Aha, here's your man." Vanessa said to Caroline arching her eyebrows. She motioned me to stand beside Caroline. Caroline looked over her shoulder at me and burst into a full and deep blush. "What's going on?" I questioned. "Go on Caroline, here's a man, go on, do your thing, he's all yours." Vanessa had a determined look in her eyes. She wasn't joking, in fact she seemed quite insistent. Caroline shuffled uncomfortably. "Vanessa!" she exclaimed. "No, no. I insist. Rather you than me." Vanessa sat back in the chair and flicked her wrist toward me. Both Caroline and I paused, open mouthed. "Go on Carol, pull his pants down and go to work. Go on, I dare you. I don't mind, really, you will be doing me a favour." Vanessa insisted. With that Caroline spun around and grabbed at my waist. I withdrew staring at Vanessa in a state of confusion. "John you stay where you are," She barked, "go on Caroline, I want to see this," she sat back and folded her arms. Caroline unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my flies almost in one slick movement. My trousers fell away, half way down my thighs, locking my legs in place. Caroline leant forward, tugged my boxers down and took out my stiffening member. Without hesitation she ducked down and took the tip into her mouth. Her technique was far in advance of Vanessa's. I felt her hot breath against my balls as she held the shaft firm in her fist and sucked and nibbled the end. She drew her tongue across and around the tip sending waves of pleasure through my body. I knew, as did Vanessa, that I wouldn't be able to take too much of this before shooting my load. After a few short moments I lost control, my knees gave way and I held on to Caroline's head to steady myself. My cock twitched and jerked as it spat jets of come over Caroline. She endeavoured to catch as much as she could in her mouth but I continued to shoot come in an arc high over her head and on to her face, glasses and hair. The length of my orgasm and the amount of come bought a gasp from Caroline as she locked her lips over the end. She skilfully extracted the last few drops of the salty fluid dripping from my pulsating tool. Vanessa had started to laugh, then caught a gasp as the thick streams of come spurted from my convulsing tool. Caroline wasn't phased in the least, she gathered as much as she could, scooping it from her face and glasses and licking it greedily from her fingers. "Mmmm, tastes good. Well, well big boy, that had been bottled up for a while hadn't it? Let me get cleaned up and we'll see if we can put that cock of yours to some good use." Caroline almost purred out, glancing across at Vanessa, seeking further permission and approval. Regaining my balance I stood stock still, my dick going limp, before my wife and her friend. "You get cleaned up and we'll come up in a few minutes." Vanessa motioned Caroline to the door and rose. She came up to me and helped me to pull up my pants. Without a word she zipped up my flies and buttoned up my jeans, all of the time looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't read her emotions, she wasn't jealous or angry. In fact she seemed almost proud of me for lighting a fire in her friend. Caroline in the mean time had sprung up the stairs and into the bathroom. Vanessa opened her arms, cocked an eyebrow and gestured me to follow upstairs. I duly complied. I turned on the light in our bedroom and lay down on the bed. After a few moments Caroline entered, sporting only her panties, her hair wet and placed up in a pony tail. She wasn't much of a sight, her lumpy thighs and buttocks were dimpled with fat. Her pendulous boobs hung down over a pale and floppy spare tyre. But I didn't care. She removed her pants to reveal a thickly bushed muff. She grinned from ear to ear in anticipation of what was to come. It was almost as if she had started to come alive. Vanessa came in, clutching our video camera and sat at her makeup stool at the end of the bed, facing inward. Caroline was again at my jeans, struggling to get them past my hips. We both looked at Vanessa. "For posterity," she said, brandishing the camera and motioning us to continue. In seconds my tool was back in Caroline's warm mouth, being sucked back to full hardness. Caroline was good, in fact she was the best I had ever imagined. She expertly drew and sucked until my cock was again raging hard. Vanessa was zooming the camera in on the action, her spare hand straying downward towards her crotch. She shifted and wriggled on the hard seat, her skirt riding up, high over her thighs, revealing the bare flesh above her stay up stockings. Caroline sensed her excitement and began to put on a show. She offered her ample breasts to my cock, cushioning it between the warm and soft mounds, rubbing its length down the extravagant cleavage. Her nipples were massive by comparison to Vanessa's, as thick as pencil rubbers and at least half an inch long. They were rock hard, I could feel their stiffness against the tip of my tool and balls. She sucked at her own teats taking turns with my soft and tender end. Her hands moved to her crotch, opening her hairy gash to the camera. She fully inserted two fingers up the knuckle, then ran them up the length of her cleft, spreading her lips, exposing her clit to full view. She then playfully and theatrically sucked her juices from them in full view of the lens, slurping and cooing for effect. Caroline moved forward and straddled me. All I could see now was her back and saggy backside hovering over my midriff. With a remarkable flexibility for a woman of her ample proportions, she manoeuvred herself over my tool and guided it into her wet and welcoming snatch. "Tell me when you are going to come honey. We don't want any nasty surprises now do we?" She whispered over her shoulder. Her cunt was surprisingly tight for such a large woman and she was remarkably nimble, crouching over me, my tool imbedded in her to the hilt. She rocked forward and back, forcing me in to my limit. The bed creaked and groaned under the strain of her riding me. As she built a rhythm I could feel the warm stickiness of her come running down my balls. Her breaths started to shorten to a pant and she threw her head back as her body shook and bucked to a deep and extended orgasm. She let out a loud and long sigh of satisfaction, moistened her lips and continued to grind her cunt deeper and further down over my tool. I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I'm going to....." I yelled out. Caroline hopped of with a start. I caught a glimpse of Vanessa, hands inside her knickers, masturbating with wild abandon. Caroline looked at me and smiled. "Do you see what you have done now? What you have driven your wife to?" She asked in mock horror. I had never seen Vanessa masturbate before, nor in such a state of arousal. Vanessa was past caring and oblivious to her words. She came with a heavy expulsion of air from her lips, her eyes tight shut and her body twitching with each muscular contraction. "Oh God, you have just got to come in me." Caroline blurted out. She swung around and re-mounted me. Deftly she grabbed my cock and guided it back into her moist depths. Shuffling forward she rode me up and down, wanking me off inside of her. Within a few strokes I came again, spurting another generous load into her gripping and tight orifice. Feeling the thickening of my tool and sensing the come inside of her she came again. When her contractions subsided she bowed forward, revealing my cock buried deep in her back passage. Over her shoulders I saw my wife clutching the camera, staring, open mouthed at the pornographic scene before her eyes. This was just the start of a new sexual era for Vanessa and I. Caroline would be only the start of the adventure and this only the first night of a weekend visit. Greater Love Hath No Woman... Ch. 02 It was a Friday night in late October. The events of the summer had already dimmed into the distant past and our sex life had reverted back to the normality of the humdrum - Vanessa and I had made love perhaps two or three times since that night with Caroline. I was at home alone whilst Vanessa was out with her work mates. I had been detailed to stay sober and pick her up when she called, sometime after midnight. It was past nine, the kids were both safely tucked up in bed and I was sat in front of the television with a cup of tea when I heard a light tap on the living room window, muffled through the thick floral curtains,. The cool autumnal air hit me as I opened a crack in the door and peered into the dim light of the porch. There silhouetted by the streetlight stood the buxom shape of Victoria, unusually for her in her work clothes. She stood about five and half feet tall, a few inches short of my taller and slimmer wife, not that Victoria was fat. Normally I saw her in more "mumsy" clothes – hoodies and jogger bottoms when she dropped her youngster off to play on a Saturday mornings, at the football match or after school. She looked good, her hair had a real gloss, her skin had gained colour and she had a healthy glow. She had re-gained some of the weight she had lost and had also lost the deep black bags under her eyes. She sported a vivacious glint in her deep and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a dark grey cotton shirt, a black pencil skirt to just above the knee, what looked like patterned tights and a pair of sensible black shoes. She bustled in and past me shivering with the cold. "Hi John." "I'm afraid Vanessa isn't in. She's out at her work bash." "Oh bugger, is that tonight? Do you mind if I haul in for a few minutes?" I have the upmost respect for Victoria and she is, simply, the bravest person I have ever met. "No problem. Can I get you a drink?" She lost her husband in motorcycle accident at the age of twenty three as a result she got religion which led to her current job. At the time she had been left alone with a four year old, and if that wasn't enough, after a couple more years, she contracted cancer. That is how she met Vanessa, my wife, at the women's support group she runs. After about a year of treatment, that hit her hard, she had been given the all clear and was now getting her life back together. Without the support of her family I am not sure what she would have done – they were fantastic. We tried our best and did what little we could. I had seen her in all kinds of states, scared, low, ill, bald, painfully pale and thin. Although we are more than fifteen years her senior Vanessa and I have forged a really close bond with her and we are honoured to be considered amongst her closest friends. She could ask anything of us. This remarkable lady managed not to lose her faith and now runs a project aimed at helping similar sufferers. She doesn't like her name shortened to Vicky, which we respect, and has many other idiosyncrasies that make her such a likeable and unique character. That night she acted very differently – she asked for a glass of wine instead of her normal cup of tea. Not that it was a problem, we always had wine in the fridge and instead of sitting in the kitchen she sat slumped in Vanessa's chair, in the dimly lit and atmospheric lounge. I turned the television off and placed the remote on the arm of the sofa before sitting down. After a couple of deep and heavy sighs Victoria sipped at the glass and placed it on the coffee table in the centre of the room. She wasn't her normal self, a little edgy and I was a little concerned that something might be wrong. "Hard day?" I asked. "Not really. But I'm glad the week is over." She sighed as she slumped back in the chintz material of the arm chair. I stood, moved across the room and stooped down to light the fire. As I held the button of the igniter down I took a sideways glance across at her, she was showing lots of leg, her skirt was hitched up well above her knee and the tops of her stay up stockings were in full view along with plenty of the pale skin of her inner thighs. My eyes wandered and were inevitably drawn to the expanse of bare flesh. God knows I am not that subtle and she must have noticed me staring but instead of closing her legs she shuffled, opened them wider and invited my gaze further. She tantalised me with a fleeting glimpse of the gusset of her black lacy panties. My eyes darted back and forth to hers. Without acknowledging me she tossed her head back, closed her eyes and allowed me an extended visual feast of the outline of her clearly visible clam encased within the thin material. Victoria is a textaholic, she texts Vanessa at all times of the day and night and that night was no exception. The sudden beep of her phone pierced the growing and awkward silence - a text had arrived. She sprang into life, bent over and rustled in her large black handbag for her still buzzing and beeping mobile. I took the opportunity to check out her ample chest stretching the buttons of her tightly fitting blouse. Again she caught me at it but this time swiftly moved to cover them with her forearms. Her legs, however, still lay open and invited my eyes further. I decided not to succumb to the temptation and moved back to my spot on the sofa opposite the fire as she read her message. "It's Vanessa. She's bored." She said smiling as she deftly thumbed her reply. She took a big slug from her wine glass, replaced it on the coffee table and rose to her feet, with her phone still in her hand. She continued to text as she left the room, with the fingers of both her hands bashing out tuneful patterns on the small keypad. As she moved towards the door she swayed her hips provocatively – this was new, I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and blasted a text off to Vanessa as quickly as I could, fumbling at the small keys with my thick and cumbersome fingers. "Victoria is here, she is acting rather strange. Have you heard anything?" I waited impatiently for a reply. After a considerable pause I began to wonder what had happened to Victoria, she had remained in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Her phone had beeped at least twice and I had assumed she was deep in a text conversation with Vanessa. Victoria returned and stood in front of me with her face flushed red. "John, I have been talking to Vanessa and she says you might be able to do me a really big favour." She swallowed hard. "Of course, anything, you don't need to ask" "I have a weakness, an obsession you might say. Vanessa came to me for help about a couple of months ago but it turned out that she awakened something in me that I thought I'd never regain. In fact I needed her help then and yours now." "Oh?" was all I could muster. "Before Paul died we had an active sex life. In fact you might even say adventurous. We did all kinds of things in all kinds of ways. " My eyebrows must have cocked. "John Will you er um....Vanessa told me about Caroline and I was wondering if you might do the same" "What do you mean?" It had been some time since our encounter with Caroline and I wasn't sure how much Victoria knew. Victoria turned away from me, smiled coyly over her shoulder, bent over and pulled up her skirt to reveal her ample and fully naked backside. I hadn't noticed that she had been clutching a pair of skimpy black lace panties behind her back. She let them fall to the floor as she wriggled her hips and hitched her skirt high above her generously rounded butt cheeks. I automatically averted my eyes. I glanced down at the small black pile at her feet and back up to meet her eyes. Her brow had fallen, she looked disappointed and perhaps a little rejected so I felt obliged to look back down and started to trace a path from the floor up. Her foot was covered in sensible, yet pretty black strapped sandals, with not too high a heel. I could sense her willing me to cast my gaze higher, up her shapely legs. Her black stay-up stockings had a diamond pattern and the thick elasticised band cut into to top of her pale thighs as I slowly ran my eyes upward. She bent over further and arched her back allowing me the rear view of her clam, plucked clean, opening petal like and glistening wet with obvious arousal. She cupped each cheek and spread them gently, inviting me to gaze deep into her inner most intimate and secret parts. "Will you please do me in the ass?" She blurted out in a rather matter of fact tone. "Vanessa says that you did it with Caroline, can you do it for me? I haven't had any kind of sex for over four years and I have been getting increasingly horny. It has been very difficult for me without Paul but I got talking to Vanessa and...." I knew she was a forthright lady, direct, but what on Earth? We had had some friendly banter about sex in the past and I knew she wasn't a shrinking violet but what the heck? I rocked back and sat with my mouth agape, my phone went off breaking the roaring silence – Vanessa had sent me a reply. I tapped the keys and read the message. "Victoria has a surprise for you. Just sit back and enjoy." Just at that point Victoria swung around to face me and re-lifted her skirt. "Do you like what you see?" Now, I am a great believer that every woman has a point of beauty, a best side or an angle or feature that really flatters her. Victoria is not a great beauty, not pretty but far from ugly. Her figure is on the broad side but she is, by no means, fat but her most attractive asset was right before my eyes and in full and open view. Victoria, quite simply, has the best looking snatch that I have ever seen. Her cleanly shaven and bald lips were puffed up and pink. She had a half inch wide strip of stubble like hair above her crack, trimmed with great attention, laser straight, uniform and short. Her gash is just right, not too fleshy, hung open like a rose and glistened with silky juices. I sat beguiled, I couldn't keep my eyes off her perfect clam, I dare not even blink. It felt rude not to look her in the eye but I couldn't tear myself away as she stepped forward, sank to her knees and tugged at my zipper. She quickly and expertly opened the fly, fished inside for my cock and took it out with a gasp of delight. Although I was disappointed that I could no longer see her cunt I sat glued to the spot, my phone, with Vanessa's text still on the screen, in my hand as I drank in the smell of her perfume and felt the heat of her hot breath against my loins. "God I have missed this." She sighed as she held my limp member tight in her fist. I was dumbstruck, I couldn't move. She took my hand and led it to her soft and warm breast. I cupped it through the thin grey cotton material of her work shirt and wished I could feel the warmth of the bare flesh in my palm. She ducked her head down and encircled my tip with her hot and soft lips. She bobbed and writhed on my end and sucked me with almost joyous enthusiasm, like a child re-discovering an old toy. I just couldn't comprehend what was going on, my mind had been blown away but something held me back. My tool wasn't responding to Victoria's eager oral assault and it remained stubbornly slack and flaccid. She worked at it hard and after a few minutes of increasingly desperate slurping and sucking at my tool she came up for air. Glancing down at my sorry cock in disappointment and with a hint of frustration she asked, "is everything OK?" "I'm not sure." "Did Vanessa not talk to you about me?" Not really was the answer, although I did wonder what these two had talked about at the support group meetings. Vanessa and I rarely talked about sex and I wondered how much Victoria knew about Caroline. My mind wandered to some of the conversations we had all had in the past few months – I had teased Victoria about batteries and plastic lovers. We had all laughed at talk of an Ann Summers party and made lewd reference to rabbits. All, I thought, in all innocence and in jest. I was uneasy and wasn't sure if something else was wrong. We had also had a more serious conversation about things to do before you die. I had tried to lighten the mood by musing over a threesome with her and Kylie. "It just seems a bit wrong. I have never really thought about you in these terms. I am a little surprised that's all. Perhaps I need a few minutes." "I knew it." She said with an air of disappointment. "You are too good a man John. I knew you wouldn't do this." "With Caroline, Vanessa was right there. This feels different - more like a fling. I think I need to double check with her that this is OK." I said in mitigation. "Stay right there I'll be back." Victoria stood up and flew for the door. I sat in stunned silence but then re-focused on my phone. "She showed me her ass and asked me to do her in it – did you know?" I texted Vanessa. I sat and waited for a response but impatience got the better of me. I hit the green button and called her. "Hello." Vanessa's voice responded shakily. "Where are you? Are you OK, you voice is echoing and you seem a bit out of breath" "In the loos" "Why there?" I thought perhaps there had been a falling out at the dinner party. "I was just sat here thinking about the texts Victoria had been sending me and the surprise she had been planning. I was just having a..... er, I mean I was ...." She was being evasive - this was totally unlike my wife. "Where, what, are you OK? You sound flustered" "If you must know I have got my left hand down...." She held back. "Has she shown you her fanny yet? You'll like it she shaves it bald you know. Victoria is collecting me, I'll be back soon, must dash." Her behaviour was very odd. As soon as she disconnected another text came in. She must have typed it just before my call. "Sit tight and pour yourself a drink. She is picking me up and we'll be right back." I did as ordered, poured myself a large scotch and waited pensively. After about half an hour they arrived, Victoria blustered in and dumped a large plastic bag on the floor at the end of the coffee table with a thud. She reached into her pocket and fished out an ovular purple pill. "Here get this down your neck, it'll put lead in your pencil." I swallowed nervously. I was a little embarrassed and ashamed of my own lack of performance. I glanced over at Vanessa settling into her chair and unclasping the buckle on her strappy high heeled shoes. She nodded her head in approval and kicked each shoe off in turn. She sighed as she rubbed each of her ankles as I took the plunge with the pill. Vanessa had scrubbed up well. She had made quite an effort for her night out. She was in a neat summer dress, the last of the season, a box pleated floral canary yellow number with a fairly low square cut top. As she bent I caught sight of her small but well formed breasts dangling in her white lacy bra. She stood and went to the toilet and returned a few minutes later having poured herself and Victoria a large glass of wine. She sat opposite and Victoria joined me on the couch. Vanessa and Victoria glugged down their glasses as if there were some kind of competition. Both women acted as if nothing had happened earlier and idly chatted about the events of the day and the week as if in some form of denial. Victoria went back into the kitchen and rustled about opening another bottle. She returned with two full glasses, a re-fill for me and a freshly opened bottle. They continued to chat about the party and continued to completely ignore what had happened earlier. I was burning with curiosity and anticipation as the small talk continued but went along with the farce being slowly and deliberately played out by the pair of them. They each downed two more glasses of wine before hinting that they were ready to address the matter at hand. Vanessa sat slumped in her chair, she had both legs swung over the arm and cupped her glass in her lap as she chatted. She drained the final glass, swung one leg down and exposed an ample amount of pale thigh and stocking top, as had Victoria earlier. Vanessa glanced at her watch, cocked her eyebrow and signalled Victoria into action. She had an impish look in her eyes and had obviously had too much to drink. I recognised the look, it was at times like these that she was sufficiently game enough to suck me off or even, dare I say, let me lick her out. I wondered how far she was gone and how far she might go this time. Victoria stood and moved to the end of the coffee table. "What is going on?" I asked, the curiosity had finally got the better of me. The tease was about to be over. Vanessa took a deep breath and paused to explain. "I had gone to Victoria just after what had happened with Caroline. I was worried that I was turning into some kind of pervert or something. To cut a long story short Victoria asked me how I managed to stay so even handed when it came to sex. It appears that I have an air of frigidity. We got talking and well one thing led to another and all of the details of our adventure with Caroline came out. " Victoria just looked on with an air of excitement as she picked up the bulging plastic bag. "Victoria here has been like a bitch on heat ever since and has badgered me to allow her to be had by you." Vanessa said almost giggling like a young girl. "If this gets out all the single girls in the parish will be lined up at your door." Victoria added excitedly. "What's in the bag?" Vanessa said as she leant forward in anticipation. "Props!" Victoria said excitedly delving inside. One by one she pulled out a selection of articles. First out was a home made DVD with black felt tip writing across it. "Something to get us in the mood." Then out came a white and smooth plastic vibrator. "Something to keep us going." She pulled out a tube of lube. "Something for you." She said looking coyly at Vanessa. She then pulled out a stubby object. "What is that?" Vanessa asked in amazement. "Don't you know?" Victoria retorted. "You should have gone to the Ann Summers party." The object in question was a long and tapered plastic object, rather like an elongated brandy glass – a butt plug and quite a big one. I wasn't sure if Vanessa wasn't just playing dumb. "What on earth do you do with it?" Vanessa asked. "I'll show you." Victoria said as she stood and dumped her skirt to the floor again revealing her bare and ample buttocks. She swung around to face Vanessa and squirted a large blob of lube on to the end of the rounded knob. Her fingers deftly and meticulously massaged the slippery gel over and across the bulbous plastic end. Victoria made no attempt to hide her naked pussy, gloriously puffed up and on full display to my gazing eyes. She turned and bent over clutching one globe of her butt cheek. Skilfully she offered the tapered and slippery object up to her brown bud. She gasped, as with a shove, the plastic flange forced its way into her back passage. Vanessa gasped as the full length of the butt plug disappeared into Victoria's backside. All that remained in view was the flat base protruding from her cleft. Victoria lent further forward and inserted the DVD into the machine. She swung about and grabbed the remote from the coffee table before sitting down on its edge. She released a gasp of delight as her position drove the full length of the butt plug home and deep into her rear end. I glanced across at Vanessa. She looked back at me and arched an eyebrow. Victoria was a forceful lady, a great organiser and motivator. If she got an idea into her head she just carried people along with it. Vanessa and I were clearly in her spell. Greater Love Hath No Woman... Ch. 02 Victoria fumbled with the remote and turned the television on. The DVD had already started. It looked like some badly shot amateur porn flick. The camera was shaking and it looked like some older guy was getting a blow job from an equally old and fat woman. I cocked my head as the shapes came into sharper focus and I noticed the pattern on the bed spread. My God, I thought as I realised, that's Caroline and me! I slumped back in disbelief as Victoria looked at me over her shoulder. "I have done some editing. I hope you don't mind." I dared not engage Vanessa in a look but was fairly proud that my manhood looked acceptably large on screen. I remembered the sensations as Caroline re-enacted her oral show for the camera. I noticed Victoria's hand grab the vibrator from the coffee table. She started to massage herself with long and deliberate strokes as the toy hummed into life. At this point I glanced across at Vanessa, she too was staring at the screen, her hand had also wandered between her legs. She sat with her legs splayed apart, her dress had hitched up, she was clearly wearing no knickers and was stroking her open pussy lazily up and down its full length, with her eyes fixed, trance like on the re-enactment of Caroline and my sex scene on the television. My eyes darted from the screen to Victoria and back. She was sat with her back to me. All I could see was her elbow bobbing up and down as she wanked off with the vibro she had collected moments earlier. I listened to the tone of the plastic implement as it changed and muffled as she drove it in and out of her pussy. Vanessa was transfixed on the screen, seemingly unaware of either me or Victoria, and her increasing speed with the white plastic toy, as her hand had wandered to her own groin. I had only seen my wife masturbate once and the results of that were on the screen in front of me. I revelled in the scene; I could see Victoria's back with her elbow moving like that of the veritable fiddler and Vanessa, she had pulled her pubes up and apart with her left hand and two fingers of her right, were rapidly jabbing in and out of her open and wet pussy. On the screen, Caroline had changed positions and was now riding my cock. Vanessa's camera work wasn't bad and she had managed to zoom close in on the action. My cock, wet with Caroline's juices was clearly visible as her wide frame sunk repeatedly up and down on it. The sounds of the vibro and Vanessa's wanking and the smell of sex pervaded the small and cosy room as the level of arousal welled in both women. Vanessa remained almost transfixed on the screen. Her head was bowed forward and her cunt quietly squelched as she drove yet another finger deep into her gaping snatch, seemingly matching the action and intensity on the screen. On screen, Caroline came, Vanessa panned back and captured her vaginal convulsions as she submitted to the force of her orgasm. Vanessa's fingers manipulated her cunt at an ever increasing speed and were alternating between her clit, held open to view, and her soaking hole, almost dripping with cum. Her breathing was, as was Victoria's, heavy and uneven, as they both sped towards orgasm. On screen Caroline had hopped off me, Victoria turned her head over her shoulder. "This is my favourite part." She said breathlessly, sporting a wicked grin and jabbing the long plastic rod into herself with renewed vigour. Vanessa had captured the moment expertly. Caroline mounted me, facing the camera and Vanessa zoomed in just in time to see my cock disappear into Caroline's tight arsehole. Although the camera shook a little, Vanessa, was after all, madly wanking herself, there was enough detail to make out Caroline's fingers frigging herself as she rode my cock with her arse. Victoria began to rock at the edge of the table. She threw her head back and let out a long gasp before jabbing the vibro into herself as deep as she could. "God that was good. I needed that." She sighed as she looked over at Vanessa. "Go for it girl." Was all she could say as Vanessa was still staring at the screen with her eyes fixed and wide open. She began to shake towards an intense orgasm of her own. With a few fierce jabs of her fingers she came, rocked forward in her chair and let out a series of deep and panted gasps. She looked up startled at the intensity of the feeling within her loins. "Good camera work darling." Victoria said as Vanessa's orgasm subsided. I had to agree, she had even managed to capture the cum dribbling out of Caroline's butt as she pulled off me. Victoria stood, the butt plug still embedded in her arse and turned the main light on. Vanessa followed suit and turned every light she could reach. The room was now fully and intensely lit and my eyes strained to adjust to the brightness. Vanessa reached for the vibro, still wet from Victoria's juices. Cheekily she sniffed across the surface and for a moment I thought she might sink the plastic rod into her mouth. "Oh yes!." Victoria exclaimed as she reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a video camera. "Go on. Give us a show darling." With an alluring smile Vanessa lent back, turned the object on and offered it to her eagerly waiting pussy. She pulled the hem of her dress higher to allow the camera to focus in on the action. "You'll like this one, it has an anti-shake mechanism." Victoria said as she squinted into the view finder. The camera was indeed superior to ours; it had an automatic zoom, a small LCD panel as a view finder and its own light source. I surmised that the quality would also be better in the finished article. Vanessa began to put on a show. She rubbed the vibrating plastic tip up the full length of her crack until it hit home at her clit. She writhed up the seat as the point of the vibro massaged her erect nub. She beamed with delight – she liked it! After the initial shock she began to circle and rub herself gently and in earnest. She seemingly had lost any of her inhibitions was bent on enjoying the new sensations the object provided, with almost gay abandon. She came again in short order with a series of deep and sharp pants. She revelled in the efficiency of the toy and pressed it tight to her clit with a satisfied sigh and smile. "Try it up there." Victoria urged from behind the camera. Vanessa did as instructed and offered the tip to her moist opening. With a coo of delight the smooth object easily slipped inside of her, all the way to the hilt. She threw her head back as she thrust the toy gently in and out. Victoria stood and panned close in as Vanessa came again, her legs twitching as the convulsions made her upper body buck and her face contort with the deep and intense pleasure. Vanessa opened her eyes and looked at me, her face flushed and her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "Wow." Was all she could say. "Your turn." She motioned Victoria to pass her the camera. Victoria handed over the camera and pointed at the zoom buttons before virtually vaulting over the coffee table separated Vanessa's chair from the sofa where I sat watching the action. She knelt in front of me, undid my fly for the second time and began tugging at my pants. I raised my hips and she succeeded in getting them down to my ankles. She made short work of my underwear and before I knew it I was half naked with my bare backside pressing on the soft material of the settee. At least this time I was hard, rock hard. The show the girls had put on for me and the ongoing video of Victoria riding the butt plug and vibro had done the trick or had it been the Viagra? Victoria smiled in delight as she took hold of my throbbing manhood in its full glory. She opened her mouth wide and slid it between her full and rosy lips. I knew as the tip of my gland hit the back of her throat I wouldn't last long. Vanessa lazily pulled the vibro in and out of herself with one hand as she stared at the small screen of the video camera she held with her other. She seemed unaware of the real life action in front of her and was fixed and intent and somehow connected to the action in the view finder. I thought Victoria had forgotten about the camera as she sunk her mouth over my tool, it must have caught only the back of her head as she sunk down until her lips met her fist clamped at the base of my rock hard rod. Up she came, drawing her lips and sucking hard until she came off at the top with a loud pop. She circled the end with her soft tongue and gazed deep into my eyes before driving my tool deep back into her mouth. Just as I passed the point of no return she turned her head to allow Vanessa a shot at her open mouth above my twitching tool. I shot my load. My cock sent a jet of cum into Victoria's open and waiting mouth. She was caught a little by surprise and gagged as the thick stream hit her throat. She opened her mouth and let the stream bounce back, out and down my tool. She allowed the sticky rivulet to run down my shaft until it gathered on her slim fingers encircling my twitching and pulsating cock. She cracked a smile, the smug smile of satisfaction, like she knew she still had it! I continued to pump three or four more thick streams into her gaping mouth which she also let flow down my tool. I jumped and jerked as she closed her lips over my end and captured the last remnant of cum that seeped from the eye at the centre of my phallus. I was amazed that my cock showed no signs of losing the full on erection and wondered at the efficacy of the Viagra. Turning back to the camera Victoria skilfully manipulated the thick globules of cum from her fingers and spread it over my freshly cleaned tip and down the sides of my pink and still straining shaft. It felt cool as she rose, shifted her legs and squatted down above my groin on the edge of the sofa. She paused for the camera before removing the butt plug, which had been filling her arse for the past half hour or so, and placed it on the cushion next to me. She grabbed my cock and offered to her gaping bum hole. I glanced over her shoulder at Vanessa who was gently swaying as she masturbated but remained quite professional and continued to zoom the camera lens in and out of the action My cock slid into Victoria's backside easily as she bore down. She sighed as it drove in to the hilt. It felt red hot inside of her as the cum coating my dick had quickly cooled its surface. "God Vanessa, you must try this. It's fantastic!" I had an uninterrupted view of Victoria's cleanly shaven snatch, again I could study its perfect form and my gaze was fixed laser like on it target. The small pink bud of her clit protruded, almost shyly, from its hood and invited my touch as she stared to ride my cock up and down with my cock embedded in her tight arse as a backdrop. I was slouched back on the sofa. Victoria was crouched over me at the very edge, balancing herself delicately whilst trying to maintain an angle for the camera and also maximise her own pleasure. I couldn't believe my luck. I glanced across at Vanessa who was staring into the screen with a look of concentration and excitement with the vibro still buried deep inside her hairy and gaping cunt. To the right the video was still running, showing a close up of Victoria's perfect cunt in the throws of orgasm and in front was the real thing, perfect and open to my gaze. I lent forward to grasp at the cleanly shaven clam but Victoria rocked back on my tool. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes to focus in on the sensations. The only part of her that I could reach was covered by her blouse. I needed to massage her and hold her bare flesh and began to unbutton the thin grey cotton covering. I managed to open the buttons right up to her ample breasts but was defeated by the tightness of the material covering the generous mounds. Victoria bore down hard on my cock and maximised the depth of penetration but suddenly stopped and climbed off, she realised that she should capture the event for posterity. She turned to face Vanessa and the camera and reversed back to my lap. I took the opportunity to shuffle myself back and spread my legs. Victoria sat back down and fished under herself for my thick cock. With a shuffle she raised her feet on top of my knees and arched herself up and on to my tool. She mis-timed her push and my cock ended up slipping deep in to her hot and sopping wet cunt. Her muscles gripped involuntarily at my manhood and she gasped out loud as it invaded her slippery cavern. I sensed a jot of reluctance as she raised up, released my shaft and re-offered my tip to her tight rosebud. "Not there darling, not yet for a while, that was only for Paul." She sighed as I re-entered her. She lent back, flat over me. Vanessa had the perfect camera angle. She had a clear view of my cock wedged in Victoria's tight hole. As Victoria sank back I tried in vain to open her remaining buttons. She sprang forward. "OK. OK. You win. Here." She said in a bluster as she ripped off her dog collar. "Now what are we going to call this film? Ass fucking the curate or perhaps buggering the bishop?" She unbuttoned her collar and the remaining buttons of her blouse before twisting to remove the tight top. As she bent I took the opportunity to unclasp her bra which she allowed to drop off and let her pendulous boobs to fall free for my eager hands to cup and massage. As she lent back and laid over me in I cupped each mound and tweaked gently at the stiff nipples at their centre. Victoria's neck was open to my lips and I gently pecked and nibbled at her soft and warm skin. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood as I blew gently and whispered into her ear. "Show her you open cunt." Victoria moved her hand to her smooth fanny and spread it wide for the video. "Play with it." I demanded in a soft tone whilst I nibbled at her ear lobe. "It's no good I am going to need that." She said pointing at the white plastic rod protruding from Vanessa's hairy and soaking snatch. Without further prompting Vanessa withdrew the toy, rose and moved towards the coffee table with the camera still fixed on Victoria and I, locked in an anal embrace. She skilfully hurdled the corner of the table, vibro in one hand, camera in the other and knelt between my legs. I could feel the heat of the light source against my loins and hear the camera motor whir as it adjusted the focus. Vanessa settled inches from our conjoined groins. Still pointing the camera at the target, with one slow and forceful thrust, she took the tip of vibro and inserted it, still throbbing and wet with her own come, into Victoria's open and eager snatch. The tone changed as Vanessa slowly pushed the whirring object forward. Victoria gasped as the hard plastic rod ripped home and I felt the vibrations against my cock through the thin walls of her tight and hot arsehole as it nestled deep inside her clenching cunt. Vanessa shuffled on her heels but continued to move the vibro in and out of Victoria's cunt. I could just see her intently filming the proceedings with one hand as she pleasured her friend with the other. Victoria for her part simply lay back and enjoyed the ride. She was a dead weight on my chest as I continued to knead her breasts and gently suck and kiss the back of her neck. "Show her you clit." I suggested again as I blew hot air and kissed below her right ear. Victoria complied and spread her cunt lips wide for the camera. I wasn't sure if Vanessa had mis-read the cue or was simply intent on giving her friend the maximum amount of pleasure. She leant in, opened her mouth, rolled out her tongue and raked the top of Victoria's protruding clit with its tip. Each time that Vanessa's tongue flicked at the sensitive and diminutive bud was like a bolt of electricity sparking through Victoria's prone body. She jerked and writhed uncontrollably as Vanessa lapped at the tiny button. Vanessa, remarkably, was still filming and masturbating Victoria with the vibro as she ministered oral pleasure to her friend's smooth cunt. I marvelled at her ability to multi-task. She had managed to swing the screen around and was able to use it to manoeuvre the lens to the perfect position to capture the moment when her soft lips puckered and encircled Victoria's fully extended clit. Victoria was now receiving the ultimate in pleasure, each of her holes were filled, her tits were being tended to as was her throbbing clit. She simply lay, fully relaxed, and soaked up the sensations being offered by my wife and me. Her body tensed as she threw back one hand to hold my head against her neck, covered in goose flesh, and the other to clamp Vanessa's mouth to her crotch. Her hips bucked up wildly as she stifled a long and deep cry of ecstasy. The muscles in her lower torso tensed and pulsated as the waves of pleasure tore through her body. It brought me off too, I deposited a generous load deep into her back passage as the peak of her orgasm subsided and her ass muscles gripped and rippled against the base of my hard and pumping tool. We each paused for a few seconds to collect ourselves. I looked down at Vanessa who, released from Victoria's locking hand, licked her glistening cum from her reddened lips. She looked up and along Victoria's heaving body and directly into her eyes. "Did that do?" She asked in earnestness. "Oh God yes," was Victoria's direct and definitive response. Vanessa rocked back and continued to point the camera at Victoria's arse as my cock plopped out leaving a pool of jism on the sofa underneath. "Oops." Victoria said as she unsteadily hopped off my lap and grabbed for a tissue from the box at the far end of the coffee table. She glanced up and down the cluttered wooden surface. "Where's the butt plug?" she asked. Vanessa blushed red and with a wince withdrew the plastic bung from her arsehole. She had secreted it in when she had come in for the close up of me pumping Victoria's arse. "How did that get in there?" She joked. "Was that nice?" Victoria asked. "Perhaps next time it will be your turn with John." All this happened around a month ago. Since then we haven't had a chance to review the tape or have an encore of the performance. Victoria has since reconsidered her role in the church and is now developing a volunteer agency with Vanessa. The agency, for local single women, aims to get DIY jobs done around the house. I have signed up and am looking forward to a "special job" that Vanessa and Victoria have booked for me, with a twenty something single mum. Her laptop is running slow and apparently my IT skills fit the bill.