0 comments/ 32597 views/ 0 favorites Linda & George Ch. 14 By: oldfogey We were still in the middle of nowhere in central Texas when this occurred. I had never had the pleasure of fucking a lovely oriental like Sandy. Thank goodness Linda helped me get to her through her latest lover. **** The next time it happened, I would have sworn it was just a chance encounter. Linda had been baby sitting for Sandy and her husband, George for several months before Sandy had to go to see her parents leaving her husband and their baby of one year with George. Naturally there were several times during the month Sandy was gone when George needed Linda’s help. A friendship developed between them more rapidly than I had expected. More and more frequently I had come home during the first week she was gone and find George sitting on the couch with Linda as she fed George’s son. I didn’t mind, heck I had already told Linda that she could have any man she wanted as long as she told me about it after the fact, or shared herself with me and her latest lover, so I’d just come in, throw a ‘Hi’, at him and head for the kitchen to get something cool to drink. . Still I didn’t expect a thing until I had to come home during the middle of the afternoon on that hot, central Texas, summer day and found the front door locked. Assuming that Linda had gone out for an errand, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The sound of moaning coming from the bedroom was my first indication that something was happening. I walked slowly to the back of our house and was given a view that had always turned me on. Linda was sitting on Georges face, shuttling her hips back and forth as she fed George that lovely pussy of hers. I stepped back in the hallway just far enough that I could watch without being seen too easily and stood quietly, taking in the sight. She was leaning over his head, both his hands were on her breasts, pulling on and stretching them to the point I knew it would be almost painful. Linda wasn’t in pain though, far from it. I could see a line of cum on George’s stomach leading right to where my wife’s hips were covering his chin. George was obviously very busy giving my wife the oral follow up orgasmic delight she always liked after a thorough fucking had left her pussy full of hot cum. I knew what would follow. Linda never got enough the first round and the bed didn’t look like it had been disturbed all that much, so I knew she had plenty more energy to devote to her lover of the day. Soon I knew she would be backing up to take his long, thick cock into her pussy once more and that would cause either her or George to see me. As soundlessly as possible, I moved back to the living room and took a seat on the couch. As I sat down, my hand became wet from the leather covering. I had to smile, wondering if it was his pre-cum, or my wife’s juices from what must have been a very intense petting session. As I thought about it and waited for Linda to enjoy George as fully as she wished, I thought back and recalled several instances when I had come home to find her in her robe while George was there. She always told me that he had dropped in unexpectedly just minutes before and then hurried off to change into something more appropriate for that time of day. I should have called her on it right then rather than let her believe she could be having some fun without telling me, but I knew that Linda was still more embarrassed about my intense desire to see her fucking other men than she felt comfortable with. Still, I thought with a smile, she had become much more accommodating to other men since we had come home than I had expected. I certainly didn’t want to mess up that situation, so it was better that I just enjoy the prospects without causing any unnecessary commotion. It was over an hour later when Linda walked into the living room, totally nude. Her breasts were red from the grip George had obviously been using to keep her in the position he wanted her. She stopped with a gasp of surprise when she saw me sitting on the couch. George had followed her so closely that he almost had his cock up her ass when she stopped abruptly on seeing me. His face went ashen, no doubt thinking about what could be the consequences of my finding him naked with my wife, coming from the bedroom. “Hi, honey,” Linda said, her voice quavering slightly, “I didn’t’ think you would be home so early. “Obviously,” I told her with a smile. I could see her relax visibly as she realized this was not something that she could not talk her way out of. I still don’t know why, by now, she considered that necessary, but I wanted to hear it anyway. “George came over and asked me to model some clothes for him that he got for Sandy. “ “And why is he naked too?” George started to stutter an answer, but I held up my hand and smiled at the shock still suffusing his face. ”Don’t worry, George, neither of you are in a pickle. In fact I’ve been here more than an hour. You two must be pretty good with each other judging from the sounds I was hearing from the bedroom.” Linda didn’t know what to say, but she certainly knew what to do. She came over to the couch and bent forward to kiss me, letting her breasts dangle in front of her. She knew I couldn’t resist those luscious lovelies and she was right once again. I took both of them in my hand and gently squeezed them as I kissed her softly, then backed away to watch the nipples harden. Linda never could resist becoming aroused when a man had her breasts in his hands and even after thirteen years of marriage it still turned her on to have me do it. “We had a little free time, so we just decided to have a little fun. Is that okay?” “Of course it is, honey. You know how I feel about you being with other men. I pulled down hard enough on her double D’s that I could kiss her again and enjoyed a long lip lock before I looked back at George. He was smiling, to my surprise. “Well, George, how was she?” George had stopped smiling. As though he was still expecting a problem, he barely managed to get out in undecipherable answer before retreating backwards into the bedroom. Linda sat down on the couch beside me and took my arm while looking at me. “Are you sure it’s okay?” she asked, obviously still shaken. “How many times must I tell you?” I asked, putting my arm around her bare shoulders and leaning back against the cool leather of the couch. “But I thought we had a deal that you would tell me about it when you decided you wanted to have another man. It’s for your safety, honey. I don’t have any objection to whomever and whenever you want to do it, but I do want to know.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered turning to me for another kiss. “I was going to tell you, but it just happened, so there wasn’t time. George wanted me, and I knew you would enjoy hearing about it even if you couldn’t be here to see it.” “Well, I can understand that. You mean that he hasn’t fucked you before?” “No,” she murmured, still watching my facial expression. “I knew it was getting close, but I really didn’t expect it to happen today. We really were having me model the clothes for Sandy, and it just… happened.” She ended lamely. “Just try to give me a little warning next time. I think we must have scared the hell out of poor George with me being here like this.” George slid into the room fully dressed now, still looking a little anxious. Obviously he had heard enough that he was slightly relieved, but he still wasn’t certain how this situation would play out. I got up from the couch and walked toward him. I’m just over six feet tall to his five-nine or so, and probably thirty pounds heavier than he. Not a good situation if you’ve just been caught diddling your friend’s wife. I held out my hand as I reached arms length from him. He looked a little surprised but took it and we shook hands. “From the sound of it, you two were really enjoying yourselves, George. Don’t worry, I have no objection to you having sex with my wife. In fact I encourage her to enjoy it with whoever she wants any time she wants. There was an obvious look of relief on his face. “I really don’t know what to say,” he started. “It just happened. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off Linda ever since the two of you moved here and then it was all like a dream today…..” “Say no more, George. As I said, I have no objections and I know what a great looking gal Linda is. The fact that you were as attracted to her as I’ve always been just makes me even more proud of her. Unless you have to hurry off, why don’t we sit down and have a drink. I’d like to talk over a few things with you.” Half an hour later George appeared much less troubled by the fact I had walked in on him and my wife using each other to satisfy their mutual lust... He still wasn’t too sure that his wife, Sandy, would approve of the deal. “Let me put it this way, George. Even if Sandy says ‘no’, you’re still going to be enjoying some prime pussy from Linda and if she says ‘yes’ and I can satisfy her, then both of us will be winners. What can you lose? I could see that he was mulling it over in his head. I could feel my own cock stiffening and, even though he had finished Linda only an hour or so before, I could tell he’d love to have a repeat performance right now. Looking over at Linda, who sat beside him, l suggested she tell him what Sandy had told her only a week before she had left. “Sandy said that married life was getting a little boring. Now that she had your son, she felt like she needed something to spice it up. Do you remember how she used to like sex?” George nodded. “Well, she asked me one day how often Earl and I did it. When I told her how often we got it on, she was amazed. She asked me how I could handle Earl, here, every night and still enjoy it. I just laughed and told her that variety is the spice of life. I didn’t tell her that I was getting it from other guys too, but I think she figured something out from the number of cars that have been here during the weekends and never with the same couple in them. She as much as told me that if I could have that much fun she needed to discuss it with you and see if the two of you couldn’t get in on it.” I could tell George was a little skeptical about that, so I suggested that when she called him tonight, he might mention that we had invited them over for the first weekend she was home. “Now,” I told him, “Since you were so shocked by my knowing that Linda was getting a little cock on the side, what do you say we take her into the bedroom and show her that two are even better than one.” George was all for that. I could see he was a little nervous as he took Linda’s hand and led her back down the hallway to our bedroom, with me following, but he certainly didn’t waste any time thinking about it. He was out of his clothes again before I was half done. He started to crawl over her to get into the missionary position, but I warned him off. “That’s great for a one on one,” I told him, lying down beside her and indicating he should do the same, “but when both of us are going to be doing her, we have to leave a little room for each other.” I reached out and gave Linda’s left breast a little squeeze, then slid high enough beside her that I could take it comfortably in my mouth. He copied me exactly and I could see that even such a limited contact was arousing Linda. Her nipple rose in my mouth and came to the hard point I knew signified she liked what was happening. Soon she was cradling both of our heads, pulling them tightly to her chest as she cooed with pleasure. My hand slid down her belly and onto the warm, fluffy wetness covering her mons, then lower, until I could dip a finger in her slightly open lips and begin gently sawing it back and forth. She still had George’s cum in her from their previous mating, but it only made it more enjoyable for me and more comfortable for her. Having good lubrication always mad it more enjoyable for her and George had left plenty of cum inside her. She sighed with pleasure as George joined me once again, his middle finder deep inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit. He began a slow finger fucking of my wife’s lovely pussy. “Watch her George,” I told him. “She loves this.” My wife’s hips were already raising and lowering on the bed as she tried to match the slow movement of our fingers inside her. I could feel those tight muscles clamping around our fingers as she used us to bring her to her favorite pre-orgasmic point and hold her there. The smile on her face broadened when George lifted his lips from her breast and joined hers in an open mouthed kiss. Their tongues dueled in each other’s mouth, but I could see both were clear winners. I slid higher, abandoning her breast for a moment except to grip it with cum-coated fingers while George continued and added more of his to keep the feeling of fullness she enjoyed. I whispered in her ear after gently touching the lobe with my tongue. “How does that feel, honey? Do you like the feeling of George’s fingers exploring this hot pussy of yours? Would you like for him to fuck you again.” “Oh yes,” she answered slowly. “You know how I love to fuck.” George heard that and after thinking for a moment lifted her legs over his as he turned almost perpendicular to her. Linda, seeing what he wanted to do, spread her legs giving him a perfect straight shot into her seeping pussy. I watched with pleasure as the head of George’s thick cock pressed against her outer lips and then in between them. Linda’s hips tried to thrust down to drive him in fully, but George was learning that the most fun is not to the swiftest. After that full head was captured by Linda’s vulva, he withdrew until only the tip remained, then slowly slid it into her again, gaining at most another half inch of vagina. As I watched, his hand slid over her hip and began gently feathering that lovely little clit which was standing high and proud. “Does that feel good, honey? Do you want some more cock in your little pussy?” She didn’t answer this time, instead I watched as the skin of her chest flushed then the redness crept slowly up until it covered her throat... ”Is he making you cum, honey? Do you want him to fuck you faster?” Her answer this time was a groan of pleasure as George thrust his full length home and began pounding her ass with his crotch, shooting his cock deep inside her depths as my wife came hard from the delightful feeling of speed and thick cock filling her to the hilt. We let her reach her peak and then slowly start down the other side of that orgasmic bliss as George slowed the strokes until he was almost stationary once again. I looked to him. He was obviously enjoying himself. “George, I want to try something. Let her legs down and then just keep your cock in her as you lay side by side. I don’t’ know if this will work, but I’ve been wanting to try it with her ever since I watched her first partner fuck her.” I slid down until I was at the proper height, and then turned Linda slowly, so as not to lose her connection with George, until she was on her side and they were facing each other. I slid closer and then raised her upper leg until I could see George’s entry point. Using that for a reference, I slowly pressed my cock just under the point where he entered her and pressed harder. Linda grunted but remained still. I held her leg high and pressed even harder until I felt my cockhead slide beneath George’s and into my wife’s vagina. She jerked and gasped as she felt the thick head push past the sphincter of her vagina into that lovely silken envelope. “Oh, you’re too big, you’re going to kill me,” she panted. “No, but we’re going to fill you with more cock than you ever though possible before” I told her as I felt my cockhead sliding up the length of George’s in my wife’s cunt. With the thickest part already inside her, I felt her relax and the tightness around my cock subsiding slowly. “See,” I whispered to her, you can take lots more than you thought. How does it feel?” She giggled before answering. “Like I’m being fucked by a horse.” With that, my wife groaned. I could feel the muscles of her vagina trying to close about the two meat logs filling it to the maximum. “I’m so full!” she managed to say as both George and I continued our slow motion movements in and out of her very juicy pussy. The thick, viscous load he had left in her tunnel of love was creating a real need for me to fill her myself as I felt the hot warmth surround the head of my dick. I was just a second behind George when I felt the sudden rush of warmth filling my wife even more than before. Suddenly she tried to slide away from George, only to impale herself on my very rigid rod. “I’m cum-m-m-ing, she managed to say before with a gasp and jerking of her torso I met her cream with my own, sending a gusher of hot juices down the side of her hip to form a puddle on the bed. “Perfect,” I whispered to her. “Now you know you can take anyone on and enjoy it just as much as we do. We kept our cocks inside her, languidly pushing them in and out as my wife shuddered with the power of the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her experience. “I’ve got to get up”, she giggled, pushing down on both George’s and my hip. “I’m drowning in this puddle you two guys left.” I had to laugh as I reminded her that much of that ‘puddle’ were her own juices. Hesitantly I backed away from my connection, just as George’s withered cock slid clear, leaving a trail of cum down her thigh. I could no longer resist. I got off the bed and took her legs, pulling them to the side. As soon as her hips were over the edge, I knelt down between her thighs and clamped my mouth over her still drooling pussy. “Oh, gawd,” she gasped, “you’re going to make me cum again!” she managed to say as my hand found her clit and I began stroking her to a new horizon. She didn’t fight me. She went with the flow and soon her hips were bucking as she filled my mouth with the accumulated juices of her lover, herself and me. Phase 2 “Sandy will be home tomorrow,” George announced as he finished fucking my wife. I had sat this one out, knowing this was the last time she would have George in our bed without wondering how Sandy was faring. I also knew how Linda liked to have her men one at a time. She still surprised me sometimes and this had been one of them. “I want to give him a good fuck today,” she had told me this morning. “I believe he’s still a little nervous about yesterday. It would help if you would just stay in the living room until he cums.” Although I didn’t like the idea, I agreed. When I heard Linda’s moans begin as I had hear them yesterday I walked slowly back to the bedroom and stood watching as George thrust hard into her with a final arching of his back and smack of his balls against my wife’s crotch. ‘Lunch time,” I announced and went down between my wife’s thighs to enjoy that juicy love box once again. I soon had her climbing the walls to Valhalla again as I sucked their mingled juices from the tastiest pussy I had ever had the pleasure of eating. The muscles of her vagina attacked my tongue as I scooped the nectar from my own personal rose leaving George shaking his head once again. “I could never do that,” he grudgingly admitted. “You mean you never eat your wife’s pussy after you’ve fucked her?” I asked, surprised. This was one of my personal pleasures that my wife had failed to provide me early in our married life and slowly, begrudgingly began to let me enjoy as other men began fucking her. She preferred that her lovers finish her this way even these days, but if they failed to do so, I was always given the privilege. “No, I mean I could never eat her after someone else had fucked her,” he clarified. Women are odd, I have to admit it. Even when she began sucking cocks of other men, I never got more than a perfunctory head job and never had her take my load in her mouth to swallow as she did with her other lovers. Linda & George Ch. 14 I told him that indeed Sandy was going to get something more than she might expect from our first meeting if I ever got my cock into her pussy after he had fucked her. “That was very nice, George,” Linda complimented her lover. “I hope that when Sandy gets back you won’t forget to drop by and have some fun with me occasionally.” George rather surprised me when I saw him kiss my wife deeply and shake his head. “Never, I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed being with you. I still can’t believe how long it took me to ask you to let me fuck you. I certainly would have tried sooner had I known how good you feel.” I watched as her wrapped his arms around my wife and gave her another sincere and prolonged kiss that became more erotic the longer they pressed their lips and then their tongues together. “Just don’t be a stranger,” my wife said huskily, pushing him back as his hands began moving up to her breasts once more. She stood up and went to the shower without another word, leaving George and I together again. “Sandy will need some time to get used to being home again. And I know that the two of you will have a lot to discuss. Do you expect to have any problems convincing her that she should let you continue fucking Linda?” “No, not really,” he said slowly shaking his head. “In fact, since she left, we’ve been talking more and more honestly. A couple of days ago I was complaining about being so horny and she as much as suggested that I should come over and keep Linda company.” “Well, you’ve certainly been doing that. I think you’ve fucked her every day after that first couple of weeks when you were trying to get your nerve up to put the make on her. She had been telling me that she wondered what was holding you back.” “It certainly wasn’t for lack of interest,” George grinned ruefully. “Linda has a knockout bod, and those tits of hers……” He let his words trail off without completing the sentence, but I knew what he meant. Every man that had fucked her showed the same appreciation for my wife’s endowments – and the hot pussy that loved to be filled with a throbbing hard dick and equally hot cum. “I hope you won’t be disappointed with Sandy,” he finally continued. “You can tell she hasn’t got much in the way of tits, they’re a 34A, but she loves to fuck.” I was hoping that our conversation would lead to this discussion. I wanted to know more about my neighbor. I had already guessed that much of the bosom she projected in the t-shirts and tight shorts she liked to wear was courtesy of the Hong Kong rubber factories. Most of the Oriental ladies – and Sandy was Korean, despite the name she used now - I knew were less endowed than most American women, and certainly less than Linda’s 42DD’s. George had confirmed it now. I listened carefully as he went on. Two days later, Linda was surprised when Sandy herself came over by herself. We expected it would take more time for her to settle in once again. She came bearing an invitation to join them the following night for a ‘celebration’ as she called it. Knowing Sandy often mixed up English words, Linda questioned her until she realized it was a party. No food was involved – at least not beyond snacks, but there would be plenty for everyone to drink and no worries about the baby. Sandy had gotten another lady to sit for the child that night, so we would be all by ourselves I don’t know what else was discussed, but I remember that Linda told me it would be a ‘everyday casual clothing’ affair. There was no need to dress. I liked the sound of that, expecting to see both Linda and Sandy in their usual provocative (at least to males) dress. Linda also learned to her surprise that George had told her about his exploits with Linda. She hadn’t expected that, or the reaction that Sandy had to what she had been told. Sandy had been surprised, but highly interested in what had passed between Linda and her husband, George. She also was surprised when Sandy told her that George had told her that she, Sandy, had to be ‘nice’ to me because Linda had given her man all the comforts of home while she had been away. “Perhaps tomorrow night,” she told Linda, “I can be nice to your husband while you are nice to George.” That had totally flabbergasted Linda. She knew that some of the ladies in the area were what one would call wanton, but she had never suspected that Sandy would be one of them. Linda had to wonder if she too would get that reputation if we continued to have frequent ‘guests’ from out of town. I had to assure her that, as long as she conducted herself like a lady – as she had in the past – it was unlikely anyone would pay attention to our swinging friends’ comings and goings. Surprising to me was Sandy’s willingness to exchange the privileges of married life with me. I would have never suspected that the almost miniscule four foot eight woman would be interested in me. I towered over her by at least a foot and a half besides being more than 90 pounds heavier than she. She looked so fragile – and yet so lovely. Her silky black hair was cut in a becoming, short hair style that emphasized her golden skin tones and the black eyes that always showed a hint of mischief. As I thought about the possibilities, I wondered if her 34-22-34 frame could support the hammering I knew I would love to give her. I could almost visualize it, and it made me hard to think about the possibilities. The next evening came too slowly for both Linda and I. Linda had been primping all afternoon, getting ready for her meeting with George. She had me trim the edges of her heart-shaped muff once more to make it absolutely smooth, did her nails, had her hair done, and all the other rigmarole women go through to make themselves attractive to their men. I was almost jealous when I thought of how George was going to receive the greatest gift I could give him tonight – my wife. I know that I must have looked shocked when Sandy opened the door to their home and invited us in. She looked beautiful! I had only seen her once before in the kimono that she favored when she was alone, and it had been a sight that I would remember for a long time. Now, here she was once more, as ravishingly lovely as I could ever have hoped. The lime green kimono set her complexion off perfectly and the silk like material hugged every curve. I couldn’t resist bending forward and kissing her lips lightly. George smiled. Looking around, I was also surprised at the refurnishing she had done to their home. Gone were most of the furniture items we were used to, replace by the more traditional Korean furnishings in the living room. But that wasn’t where she led us. We went down the stairs to the basement, an area George always claimed was his ‘playpen’. What I saw there really made me wonder about what kind of lifestyle George and Sandy had been living. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, which was filled with the softest strumming of musical instruments. A television set and VCR took up most of the area at the foot of the bed. The floor was covered with a carpet so thickly padded that it felt like your feet sank to the ankles as you walked. Throughout the room, loveseats and couches were scattered with no apparent pattern. “I didn’t dare tell you before,” George laughed, comfortable in his own domain. “Sandy and I have been swingers for years.” He put his arm around Linda’s waist and continued. “As soon as I got Linda,” he said, looking down at my wife who was as astonished as I,” I knew that we had to include the both of you in our lifestyle. I hope I haven’t shocked you too much, Earl, but I just had to wait until I saw your reaction to my fucking Linda the first time. If you hadn’t reacted as you did, we could never have had this party to celebrate your entry into our circle of friends. Now you know why I call this my playpen. I wanted to tell you the last time I was over, but Sandy said not too until she had tried you out.” Sandy moved around in front of me and put her arms around me, looking up with eyes that were as full of mischief as any I had ever seen. “George has been wanting Linda ever since you moved in here, “she said in that soft, breathy voice that added even more to her sex appeal. “He told me all about fucking her that same day and wanted to tell you, but I told him that it was my turn first. Do you mind?” “Not at all,” I said, looking down at her. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms before pulling her closer. “I’ve always wondered what you were hiding under this kimono, now I get to see.” “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” she said softly. She took my hands and place one inside the fold of material covering her chest. I was surprised to find a hard nipple over the lemon-sized breast. Nothing was in the way of my exploration. “I’m not big, like Linda,” she said, her breath becoming even soft and sibilant as my thumb and index finger tightened slightly on her nipple. I felt her hands moving from my back to between us, then sliding lower and lower until she was cupping my crotch. “Oh, so big!” she said with a complimentary smile. “I like big ones.” She took my hand and led me to one of the leather covered sofa in the room, pulling me down beside her as she sat. I looked over my shoulder to discover George wasn’t wasting his time. He was already peeling Linda’s blouse off her shoulders as he kissed her. His hands were on her butt, pulling her against his obvious erection. Linda was already unbuckling his belt. Sandy giggled as I pulled her closer with one arm and slid my other hand once more into the folds of the kimono. I stopped that by kissing her as I gave her breasts the attention they deserved. I could feel her pressing her chest against my hand, urging me on as I explored her mouth with my tongue. Whatever else people may say about Oriental women, they know how to kiss. Her tongue met mine, circled and then jabbed deep into my mouth as our mouths melded. We held that pose for a moment before I felt her tiny hand creep into my lap and squeeze my now throbbing cock. I held the waistband of my trousers while she unzipped my fly and reached for my staff. She had to bend it to get it out of the fly, but I didn’t mind. It was already so hard I didn’t believe it could be broken. Pushing me back against the end of the couch, she pulled her legs up until she was between mine. Her hand grip around my cock was only slightly less than the diameter and very comfortable. With a final look of enjoyment, I saw her head go down and felt her tongue swipe the length of my throbbing manhood. She used her other to fish my balls from my trousers and cradled them gently as her mouth descended to cover my engorged blood suffused knob. I could tell it was a strain, but she pressed her face deeper and deeper into my crotch until I felt her nose touch my belly above my shaved pubic bone. “Oh, so good!” she said, lifting her head slightly. My pre-cum made a thin web between her lips and my cock head. “You are ready to give me what I want.” With that pronouncement her head went back down and began bobbing up and down in a manner that left me curling my toes inside my shoes and holding her lovely head with its soft bonnet of hair gently behind the crown. I wanted to push it down to devour my cock as she had the first time, but I also knew that most women resented that. It was better to let them take what they wanted. I looked over to where Linda was kneeling between George’s legs. His 8 inches of manhood was throbbing against his belly before she pulled it down and, with both hands behind his thighs, pulled his full length into her mouth. Practice had certainly made perfect, I mused. Sandy’s ministrations were getting too close to the trigger, and I didn’t want to waste that first, always hardest shot of cum. There would be plenty of time for that later. Regretfully I pulled her up along my torso until we were once again face to face. I kissed her once again, passionately, before she put an elbow in my chest, rested her chin on her cupped hand, and with a look of petulance asked, “You don’t like?” “Of course I do, Sandy, but we’ve got all night for that, haven’t we? Besides, I still want to see what you’ve got beneath this kimono. With a soft giggle, Sandy stood up and opened the kimono wide. She was totally nude beneath it and WOW! – what a body!> I had admired it clothed before, of course, but she was perfect, right down to the perfectly groomed black muff whose feathery hairs were combed to perfection except for a slight drop or so of what looked like cum in the lowest part of her pubic pelt. “I’m sorry, “ she said as I combed my fingers through it. “I am not clean. George fucked me just before you came. He was greedy today and he told me that unless he fucked me first, you might hurt me because the head of your cock is larger than his.” “All the more reason for me to enjoy this,” I said, pulling her to me. I knew this was George testing me again, unsure if whether the first time I had ate our mixed cum out of Linda that I would do it from Sandy’s beautiful box. I kissed her pubic pelt as she came close, but then she stopped me. “You must be like me,” she said, beginning to tug at my clothing. I certainly didn’t have a problem with that and helped her get rid of any trace of clothes before once again pulling her close, this time having her straddle my face and lower that juicy box to my lips. “I love freshly fucked pussy,” I murmured as my tongue snaked out and began circling her labia until it moved aside giving me a view of her lovely pink inner lips. The tip of my tongue was stabbing occasionally at her already swollen clit. This was one hot lady I realized. It would be my honor and privilege to fuck her! I pulled down on her hips to give me better contact, and then began the slow tongue lashing that even Linda preferred when she wanted me to eat her cum filled pussy. Sandy was no different. I heard the hiss of her breath between her teeth as my tongue reached its full length inside her and began tickling the inside of her vagina. I could feel the muscles of her well developed box tightening around something as miniscule as my tongue. I knew then that this lady and I were going to be a sexual match made in pure lust. I could already hear George pumping away in Linda’s treasure trove, the liquid sounds of their juices mingled with her soft moans of delight. I knew judging from the tightness of Sandy’s core muscles and the slippery sweet rivulets on my tongue that she too was enjoying the sights and sounds of her husband and my wife’s lust. She began shuttling back and forth on my face, literally washing me with her delightful pussy, opening it wide to accommodate my nose, my tongue and even my chin. I was awash in her juices and loving every second of it when she suddenly stopped. She wiped my face with a lemon scented wet towel from the table beside the couch and then leaned forward to kiss me while sliding her hips lower on my torso. I could feel the soft, silky touch of her labia against my cockhead, then as she kissed me passionately, I felt her push her hips against me and the head of my cock sliding between those hungry lips. I was in heaven! No sooner did the ping pong ball sized head slip into her than I felt the tight muscles guarding her core close behind it. She was still only for a moment, then I felt her pushing the length of my rigid cock deeper as her mouth devoured me with gasping fervency. She continued kissing me until I felt the knob of my cock pressed tightly against the end of her vagina. Without ever halting the luscious mouth contact, I felt he muscles tightening around my shaft, urging me deeper still. She kissed my chin as the forced me deeper into that steaming, juicy tunnel of love and sighed when her pubic bone finally pressed hard against mine. “George told me you were big,” she sighed, “but this is wonderful. I feel so…so…” “Full” I supplied. “Yes,” she giggled, “Full!” She pressed her hands against my chest and sat up totally impaled on my rigid cock. I could feel the muscles of that lovely twat caressing my cock, literally seeming to ripple up and down my length. I fought hard to keep from cumming immediately. I reached up and cupped those small but beautiful breasts, gently kneading them. “They are not so big as Linda’s,” she said in what seemed to be an apology. “They are perfect” I told her, giving them another squeeze. “I could suck these lovelies all day long.” “But then you couldn’t fuck me,” she giggled once more. “You are so tall! I think I like this even more!” I don’t know how she really felt about it, but it certainly was turning my crank. Sandy had one of those lovely pussies some call a snapping pussy, and it certainly was doing a job on my libido. I wanted to spend the rest of my night right here, right in this tight little temple of love. I looked over to where Linda and George were in a tight ball on the bed while Sandy gently posted up and down on my cock, staring between us as she used my upraised knees as a backrest, watching my swollen cock sliding slowly in and out of her lovely depths. Linda’s legs were wrapped around George’s torso and her thrusts to match his retreats were literally lifting her off the bed as she used her own strength to keep his cock in her as deeply as she could. She was moaning softly as he fucked her. His body length was just close enough that he could bow his torso just enough occasionally to take one of Linda’s breasts in his mouth, sucking it to keep the nipple hard and wanting. I loved it. Watching another man enjoy my wife, as he was, turned me on to an unbelievable degree. I knew that regardless of what I might have believed in the past that I could never give up the delight of seeing other men fuck her. I was distracted at that moment by the shuddering lady impaled on my own manhood. Sandy’s face was a mask of lust as she increased the tempo of her writhing body up and down my length. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten unbelievably around my cock, then the slick juices poured from her constricted core. It was a wonderful sensation. Despite my own vision, she had her own and she was satisfying it now. Sandy was panting when she stretched out over me. Her perspiration slicked body was still twitching as the last vestiges of her orgasm rolled over her body and mind. I started to say something as I stroked her hair, but she silenced me with a finger over my lips. “Sh-h-h,” she said softly. “Don’t speak. I want to lie here and feel this to the end. It is wonderful,” she continued to enthuse,” so perfect and so filling. You are a delightful partner for me.” She looked over to where my wife was reaching her own orgasm again. “George was so excited about fucking Linda the first time and I’m happy to see his enthusiasm hasn’t faded. Did he fuck her often while I was gone?” “After the first time, about two weeks after you left, he fucked her every day.” She smiled. “And you don’t mind?” “Not at all. In fact I was hoping that you would allow him to continue as often as he likes. He was more concerned about whether I would want to fuck you.” “And….?” “I would like for us to meet as often as you feel the need for sex,” I told her honestly. “I’ve never had a woman any tighter than you, and I want to continue our friendship as often as you want me.” She kissed my chin. Still lying on me, impaled as she was, it was as far as she could reach. “That will be often,” she murmured. “Right now, I want you to put your mouth on me, that is so delightful. I had such a delightful orgasm when you put your tongue inside me.” “You will never lack for that experience,” I told her pulling her body higher. Just before she closed her thighs around my head, I was George push one more into my wife as she bent low over the bed. I wondered then how often I would see this in the future. Regardless, I knew it would never be often enough.