6 comments/ 35916 views/ 7 favorites The Benefits of Being Average By: aprguy "Mmmm...you know, sometimes I wish your cock wasn't quite so long and thick!" Talk about your backhanded compliments! I looked up at my beautiful wife Liz, presently astride my hips, the cock in question buried lovingly in its favourite place. As our breathing slowly worked its way back to normal and our toes began to uncurl and relax, I rolled us over onto our sides and held her close. "Sorry about that honey, it's not exactly something I have control over." Liz chuckled, "I know baby, and trust me, I wouldn't want it any other way, it's just sometimes I miss.....you know." I did know. Now, don't the wrong idea here – yes, old Rex was bigger than most, but we're not talking mutant cock here; maybe a titch under 9 inches and thick with a head to match. I've never made a big deal of it like some guys; after all, it's not like I did anything to get it – just a lucky sperm I guess. I'm more proud of the fact that, at 47, I've lost 35 pounds, added a good chunk of muscle to my frame and can fit into the size 36 jeans I wore back in college. That took work and lots of it. However, in the 18 years that Liz and I have been together, there's been one thing that I haven't been able to do for her in bed; something she really enjoyed before we met. A nice, hard ass pounding. We have done anal a few times, with varying degrees of success, but because of my size it's never been what Liz really wants. I can tell by her body language and her reactions when we are doing it, that it's pretty uncomfortable. And we've tried everything; toys to loosen her up, massage to relax her, EVERY kind of lube on the planet. Hell, if someone saw our "Toy box" they would think that we were lube testers, there must be a dozen different bottles in there. As I said, we can do it; it's just that Liz really craves getting pounded nice and hard – the kind of fucking that leaves you vaguely sore the next day. Unfortunately, all we can manage is a slow, tentative coupling that leaves her more than vaguely sore and frustrated, so we haven't tried it for a long time, but I knew it was something that she missed. I thought long and hard (pun intended) about our predicament and all of my ideas led me down the same path. Enter Peter Peter Jarvis was a guy that we both knew from our health club. There was a fairly large, (20-25 people or so) loose group that had been at the club for quite a while and knew each other well enough to socialize. There were married couples, dating couples, single men, single women, straight, gay, younger, older – you get the picture; very diverse and very informal. Once or twice a year someone in the group would invite everyone over for a party – sometimes a special anniversary; sometimes a holiday. It was all very casual and relaxed which is why we enjoy the group (and the club) so much. Peter fell into the single, straight guy category in our group. He was late 30's, had never married and, according to him, had never come all that close. The married women in the group were forever trying to fix him up with their sisters or co-workers and the single women in the group usually made it pretty clear that they would be interested in more than a friendship with him. I always admired Pete because he really seemed to have a sense of self. I recall him telling me that while he completely believed in marriage, he just couldn't see himself walking down the aisle. He enjoyed his freedom too much and readily admitted that he was too selfish with his time to get tied down. Pete had dated several of the women in the group (and let some of the wives set him up) and it always amazed me that when the relationships ended he and his former partner remained good friends – there was never any animosity. So, with my guts churning, I dialled Peter's cell number from work, asked him if he could meet me for a beer at a local pub and left my last call that day and headed for the pub wondering what the hell I was thinking. The churning didn't get any better when I spotted him in the corner booth, a sleeve of Tennant's in hand and one on the other side of the table, waiting for me. I'm sure he was curious why I called; we were good friends and all, but I can't recall ever meeting with him away from the club save for group parties. "Hey Liam, how's it going my friend?" Peter greeted me with a warm handshake. "I took the great liberty of having them pull a Tennant's for you – I hope you don't mind!" he said with an exaggerated smile. "Man, you were taking a HUGE risk there, buddy! The last time I drank one of these, it must have been, oh god, like at least 16 hours ago! I'm sure I can manage," I said with a wink and a tip of my glass – "Cheers!" "Thanks for meeting me, Pete – I didn't know what your schedule was like", I started. "No problem, you caught me on a fairly light day," he replied, "I have to admit though, I was a bit surprised that you weren't calling me to set up a squash rematch." I chuckled, "Well, we can certainly do that too, but I wanted to talk to you about something else." "Of course, what's up – nothing wrong I hope?" "No, not at all." God, it felt as if I had just eaten a whole box of soda biscuits. My mouth was dry, my insides were shaking like crazy and I could barely look him in the face. I pushed on, "Eyes on the Prize" and all that. I said to him, "I was wondering if you would like to spend an evening with Liz and I sometime soon?" "Um, well sure Liam, I'd love to – Liz is a fantastic cook and I really enjoy your company." I could tell he was kind of confused and why wouldn't he be. I could have asked him for dinner over the phone for Chrissakes! "Ah, well, dinner would be part of it, but when I said spend the evening, I meant, "spend the evening." I could feel the colour draining from my face with every word I spoke. Mercifully, Pete looked at me and forced me to be more clear. "Liam, you and I have known each other for a long time. I could take what you just said many ways but I don't want to make any assumptions so you are going to have to spell it out for me." That was enough to clear my head and quit beating around the bush. I started, "You're right and I apologize. The thing is, I have zero complaints about mine and Liz's sex life, but there is one thing that she craves that I can't give her and I was hoping that you might be able to help us out." "What's that?" Pete said, seemingly unfazed by my admission. "Well, the truth is, whenever we do anal, it's really not all that comfortable for her and it was something she really enjoyed before we met, so I feel sometimes like I'm letting her down." Pete smiled, "I have to admit, that while I don't make a habit of checking guys out, I've noticed you in the change room at the club and remembered thinking that you have probably left a few women sore in your day." So far, this wasn't the disaster that I'd feared it might be. "I prefer to think that I left them satisfied, but yeah, I guess a few have had a bit of a hitch in their step the next morning. To be honest, I don't know what the big deal is, it's not like I had anything to do with it!" "True," Pete replied," and I have to respect you for that. You are very modest in the change room, not like Tom Pickard – hell; he parades that thing around like a trophy! But, you didn't call me so we could talk about your junk did we? Tell me exactly what you had in mind for Liz." Again, I gulped and summoned up all my courage. "Well, as I said, she's told me that before we met she really enjoyed anal sex – and liked it best when it was hard and a bit on the rough side." Then it hit me. Here I was giving some of the most intimate details of my life to a guy that could easily just laugh at me or worse, broadcast it among my social circle. I immediately stopped and Peter must have seen the panicked look on my face. "Liam, buddy, I want you to know that this conversation goes no further than the two of us – I hope you know that. I have never been one to gossip or kiss and tell and I'm not about to start." I thought back to the many times I had heard guys in the locker room trying to get Pete to talk about a girl within our group that he was dating. He would always smile and politely, but clearly say that it was none of their business. He would maintain the same attitude even if the girl left the group and moved away – he seemed to be a consummate gentleman and it made my panic subside considerably. "I know Pete, and I respect you for that. That's a good part of the reason that I thought of you when this idea kept popping into my head." "Oh, what were there other reasons?" "Well, first, you are single. I have no desire to bring another couple or a married man into this. Second, Liz really likes you and I'm sure if I can ever get her to agree to this, she would feel comfortable around you and third; like you, while I don't go around checking out others guys' junk, when I've seen you, I think that you would allow Liz to enjoy herself and not be uncomfortable." Pete laughed, "Thanks...I think! But wait a minute, are you telling me that Liz doesn't know that we are talking? I replied, "No, because you were the only guy that I would consider, I figured that if you weren't interested, it would be a non-starter and I wouldn't even broach the subject with her. If you are interested, then I would figure out a way to approach her and go from there." I looked him the face and said, "Well, what do you think – you interested?" Pete smiled and replied, "A guy wants me to have sex with his beautiful wife – anal sex no less – I'd be crazy if I wasn't interested. Having said that, it's not quite that simple – mind if I ask you some questions and set some conditions before I commit?" "Of course, I said, I would have misjudged you if you didn't." "Well, first, how did you see this whole thing playing out? To be honest, I think that you should be there – I would feel weird being with Liz by myself." "That's exactly my thinking as well and I think that she would feel better if I was there and she could see I was ok with it all." "Cool, second, I think that we should go somewhere very anonymous – like at least a couple of hours away so no-one accidently catches us walking into a hotel together." "Well, two for two – I was thinking somewhere in Collingwood – there are lots of hotels and resorts up there that are very private – how's that sound." "Fine by me, but most importantly, I really need to get a comfort level that this tryst of ours will stay completely between the three of us. I work very hard at being a gentleman, with a good reputation and I don't want that to be ruined because of a drunken, boozy slip of the tongue at this year's Christmas party." I looked at Pete incredulously, "Jesus man, get out of my head! I'm in the same boat – that's the last thing I would want to come out. Liz and I are very private about our lives and we don't like people knowing our business. Pete, you know that there are no guarantees in life, but I can tell you that keeping this between us three is just as important to Liz and me as it is to you." "Ok, fair enough. Liam, this conversation would not have gotten even this far if I didn't believe what you just said. I've always admired how you and Liz completely respect each other and never air your dirty laundry among the group like some of the others do. So...let's say I say yes – what happens next?" "Well", I replied, "My idea is to bring it up to Liz and see what she thinks. Knowing her she will either kill me or kiss me – there won't be an in-between – and then I can call you and let you know either way." "However you want to do it is fine – for my part I can tell you this. Until I hear something from you, you won't hear anything from me. This conversation never happened – fair enough?" "Sure – sounds good." Then it hit me. "Does this mean that you are saying yes?" Pete smiled, "Give it some thought man – if you weren't married to Liz and her husband gave you a chance to take her ass – what you say! Seriously, in a twisted way, I really admire that what you are willing to do to make your wife happy. I'm only happy I might be able to help out. Now, I gotta go – I have a date." We shook hands and Pete left – hell, the bastard even paid for my beer! I sat there and finished my beer and attempted to digest what I'd just done. At the end of the day, I really hadn't done anything; I really trusted Pete when he said that the conversation never happened unless I took it further. Now all I had to do was figure out how I was going to talk to Liz about this. One thing I knew for sure – I had gone this far today so it was now or never. I took my last swallow of Tennant's and headed home for what I'm sure was going to be a very interesting conversation. Emma was thankfully at a friend's working on homework when I arrived so all the false courage I had screwed together on my way home wouldn't go wasted. I was determined to see if this was going to work or end today – otherwise it would be in the back of my mind every waking minute until I did. "Hey babe," I said to Liz when I found her in the kitchen preparing dinner. "How was the battle today?" "Better now that I can spend the rest of the day with you, my love", she replied. "How was your day?" "Well, it was pretty normal until the very end." With that, Liz turned to me and with a raised eyebrow said, "Oh? Do tell." I walked over to the stove and turned off the elements and looked at my loving wife and said, "I have something I really need to talk to you about, right now, but I need two things from you before I start. First, I need you to know that nothing is wrong – everything is perfectly fine and second, you need to let me completely finish before you start talking – can you do that for me?" Liz looked concerned, "Um, ok, I guess..but I have to tell you, with a start like that you are making it hard for me to believe that there is nothing wrong." "Baby, believe me there isn't, but you are going to have to patient. What I have to talk to you about isn't exactly easy for me. Please just trust me." "Of course I do my love. Whatever this is I can tell it's not easy for you – so you have my undivided attention." Liz took my hand and took me into the living room where we could sit and talk. I started, "It's really, really important that you let me finish without interrupting me – and believe me – you will want to. When I'm done if you want to yell, talk, laugh, whatever, fill your boots, but please don't say anything until I'm done." I swear this next part came out without me taking a breath – it was like some stream-of-consciousness thing but at least it came out and I said everything I wanted to say. I continued, "Look, I know that you would never, ever complain about something like this, but I know that deep down if you were going to be completely honest with me, you miss not being able to have really good anal sex." As I said this, her mouth popped open as if to speak but she remembered what I said and let me continue. "We both know that I can't make my dick any smaller and we both know that that's the one thing that makes it tough for you. I know that you aren't comfortable when we try and I know that I've tried EVERYTHING to make it better, but unless we try something different, it ain't going to happen. You may think it's stupid, but I've given this whole situation a lot of thought and came to one conclusion – the only way you are going to be able to scratch that itch is for us to have someone else come in and do what I can't do." This time, the eyebrows popped up and her mouth opened but she was able to suppress the urge to interrupt. "Trust me, it's not something that thrills me, but what is more important to me than anything else in the world is making you happy and this is one area I can't do that by myself. So..after a lot of thought I settled on the perfect person to assist me in making you happy so today I called him and met Pete Jarvis for a beer after work and asked if he would consider spending a night with us." With that, the eyebrows popped, the mouth opened and her hand raised as if she was about to say something. It killed her, but she let me continue. I smiled, "I'm almost done, so hang in there. Pete and I had a very frank discussion and he is as concerned about his privacy and reputation as we are. Also, I think that you know and trust me enough to know that I would never approach you with this unless I truly believed it would be a good thing. Pete has agreed to join us, but only if you are completely in agreement and neither you nor I will ever hear a thing about it again from him unless we bring it up. " "Now, the last thing before I finish and let you have at it. I want you to know that this whole thing was initiated by me – not Pete. I know that this is way out of the norm for either of us – believe me I know. And finally, whatever you decide, it will not change the fact either way that I love you with every piece of my heart and it won't change one bit how I feel about you. The ball is totally in your court; if you want to continue, fine; if not, it stops here and I will never bring it up again." I finally exhaled, "There, I'm done now; and I really appreciate you letting me finish. I know it killed you. Have at me!" I seriously had no idea how she was going to react and for once I honestly could not read her expression. I'll admit that when she quickly stood up and came towards me, I wasn't completely sure she wasn't going to slap my face. Then, she surprised me. She threw herself on my lap, took my face between her hands and gave me the sweetest, most wonderful kiss I could have imagined. Of all the things I could come up with, this was definitely not one of them. Liz looked me straight in the eye," You crazy, silly, wonderful man. I can never believe how much my happiness means to you. My god, to be willing to do this, I can't tell you what this means to me!" "Honey," I said, "Your happiness is always important to me. Like I said, it frustrates me that I can't give you this and I know that you miss it – don't tell me you don't – so I just figured that would be the only way around it." "I can't deny that sometimes I do miss it, but baby, it was certainly not a problem. But tell me, why do you think Peter is the right guy?" "Well, like I said, he's a gentleman, I truly believe he can be trusted to keep it between the three of us and from the observations I've made, he would "fit" the bill nicely." The last comment brought a smile from Liz. "Oh honey," she said, "You fit me nicely!" "I know, but not in one spot. Listen, I know that I dropped this into your lap and I would bet that your head is spinning right now. Take all the time to think about it that you need." "God, it does sound so naughty and so perfect and Pete really is a nice man." Being the salesman I am, I know a "buying signal" when I hear one, so I decided to go for the close. "Does that mean you want to do this?" "No, it means that I am going to give it some serious thought over the next little while. It also means one other thing." "What's that?" "It means that all of this talk has me so fucking horny that you need to take me upstairs and fuck me right now!" I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her hand and fairly dragged my beautiful wife up the stairs and into our bedroom. It had been many years since we had been this turned on and in this much of a hurry to rip our clothes off and get into bed. As soon as we were naked, Liz pushed me onto our bed, promptly climbed on top of me and without delay buried my cock inside her. The simultaneous "Ahhhh's" that came from both of us soon gave way to serious fucking. Liz put her hands on my chest., grabbed a handful of hair and flesh and started bouncing on Rex like there was no tomorrow. I reached under and grabbed her tits and roughly pinched and twisted her nipples, something she likes when she is on the edge of control. The Benefits of Being Average "God DAMN I love your cock baby!" she cried. I decided to up the ante. I reached down and grabbed her juicy, beautiful ass and pulled her down hard onto my cock every time she descended on my shaft. Then I put my finger in my mouth, wet it and reached behind her and pushed it into her ass! Her eyes flew open, her mouth followed suit. She said upright on my cock and finger and allowed me to bury my slick digit deep inside her tight hole. "Imagine that's Pete's cock inside you," I hissed. "Does it feel good to have a cock in your ass baby?" She almost looked possessed, "Oh, fuck yes!!!! Fuck me Pete, bury that cock in my ass and fuck me hard!" I honestly don't know if she was just playing along for my sake or was totally into imagining that Pete was there. All I know is that about 30 seconds after I started fingering her ass, her pussy went into full-on seizure as she came. Liz doesn't cum all the time when we have intercourse, but every time I feel her pussy spasming around Rex, I'm good for about two shoves and then I'm painting her insides – this time was no different. She was gushing, I was gushing, this was going to make one colossal wetspot – glad it was on her side! A few minutes later after the endorphin rush subsided, we lay tangled together talking. "So," Liz teased, "You've actually been checking out other guys' junk!" I laughed, "No, just one guy's. As I said before, if Pete wasn't into it, I wasn't even going to mention it to you. I know that you are "ok" with us not doing anal sex, but I wasn't "ok" with you not being able to get what you wanted. Having said that, Pete was the one and only guy I felt comfortable with. So, I checked him out, discretely. " "And?" "Well, if soft is any indication, he is very average. If he would have been like me or if he would have been really small, I wouldn't have done anything because that would have defeated the purpose." "Average, eh? Well, sometimes average is ok. I also understand why you are ok with him. In all the years we've known him, he's always been a complete gentleman – no gutter jokes, no innuendo and you never hear him talk about the girls he dates." "Exactly, that's why I figured he was the one and only choice." "And he's into it?" "Baby, you don't know how desirable and hot you are. Any man would jump at the opportunity that I presented Pete." Liz blushed," You say that all the time – thank you babe – you always make me feel so special." "Well, take all the time to think about it you need – I won't bug you about it – I know better!" "Eighteen years of putting up with me will do that to a guy!" And I was true to my word. It KILLED me to not ask her about it every day, but I didn't. I knew she needed time to process it and think about it and after a few days it wasn't in my every waking thought. Pete, too, was good as his word. He never said anything at the gym, even when we were alone in the locker room or walking out to the parking lot. In fact, I laughed to myself thinking it was as if it never happened. Liz, Emma and I text each other quite frequently – "Can you pick me up?" "Can you pick up milk?" "Be home in an hour" – that type of thing. So, when my phone buzzed with a text from Liz I wasn't surprised, but when I read it, I was puzzled. "Let's go for it." Being the idiotic, slow man that I am, I had no idea what she meant, so my reply was "????" A few minutes later came her reply. "Don't ANALyze it so much, figure it out Mr. ABOVE average!" Immediately my heart started racing and my mouth went dry (or started to water – not sure which!) I immediately dialled her number, but being the nasty women she can be, she didn't answer – just to make me crazy. I had to call someone, so I dialled Peter praying to God that he would answer. I had to talk to someone about this! "Hey Liam, what's up?" he answered, obviously seeing my name on call display. "We're on!" I blurted Pete chuckled, "I was wondering how long Liz could wait to tell you – I bet her no more than 2 days – she didn't last 18 hours!" "Wha...wait....you knew already?" "Yes, buddy, I knew last night when we were playing squash. Liz and I had a coffee yesterday morning and a very good talk. I think she just needed to get a couple of things straight in her head and after she said we were on, but that she was going to make you wait a while. The fact that I won the bet means I get to pick the restaurant in Collingwood. To be honest, I think it was also a bit of test for me to see if I would say anything to you last night, which, I'm sure you will report to Liz that I was true to my word." "Well, it would only be the truth. God, this is surreal. What happens now?" I would suggest we pick a date fairly soon. We don't want buyer's remorse setting in do we?" I chuckled, "Hell, if I know Liz, there won't be any of that. What's your schedule like coming up?" Ten days later on a beautiful spring Saturday evening the three of us met at a great (and expensive – thanks Pete!) restaurant in the village in Collingwood. To the gym group Pete was at a conference for business and Liz and I were visiting her folks for the weekend – Emma happily ensconced at her friend's for a sleepover. I was nervous as hell, Pete seemed ok, maybe a little amped-up and Liz was completely relaxed and serene. I shouldn't have been surprised. Liz is one of those people that take awhile to come to a major decision. She will fret and stew and roll it over in her head, do her "due diligence" and think non-stop. But, once she makes up her mind, there is absolutely no looking back – it's full steam ahead. She was dressed in such a typical "Liz" way. Her blouse was snug, but not tight, with just enough of a hint of her heavenly cleavage that you were tempted to try to sneak a peak. Her black pants clung to her strong, shapely thighs and nice, big firm butt – earned by thousands and thousands of lunges up and down the corridors of the gym. And, in her typical "less is more" way, she had applied a minimal amount of makeup and had was wearing just enough Ralph Lauren "Blue" to make you want to bury your nose in her décolletage. We were all very mindful of what we were eating. Nothing too heavy that would cause drowsiness; and not too much wine to dull the senses. We talked about everything and talked about nothing. Pete sat on one side of the booth with Liz and I opposite him. I even began to relax a bit until our desserts were nearing completion, when the reason we were here came flooding back into my consciousness. Then Liz said, "Well, I guess we should get the cheque and go, we have a very busy evening ahead of us," her eyes gleaming. My racing mind was temporarily detoured when we got the bill. "Holy shit!" I quietly exclaimed, clapping Pete good-naturedly on the back. "Remind me never to lose a bet to you!" Just then Liz said, "Oh, I think Peter deserves it, seeing what he is providing for us tonight." I couldn't have agreed more. I had booked us into a great resort in the area and was lucky enough to be able to get one of their private cottages that was completely away from the main building. It was right on the water with a gorgeous view of Georgian Bay and was very, very secluded. Liz and I had checked-in and taken our things to the room just before we went to the restaurant and as we headed to the cars after I dropped a mortgage payment for dinner, Liz said to me, "Honey, I'm going to ride back to the cabin with Pete in case we get split up so he doesn't get lost." When I looked at her quizzically she just laughed and said, "Don't worry, you won't miss a thing." To this day I couldn't tell you if I ran over anyone or anything driving the 10 kilometres back to the cabin, because I think that I spent the entire time looking in the rear-view. While I couldn't see anything for sure, based on Pete's death grip on the steering wheel, the absence of Liz's hands in view and the lump in his dress pants when we got out of the car, I might have missed something! My thoughts were immediately brought back to the present when Pete opened the trunk of his car and lifted out his overnight bag and a portable massage table! Liz looked at me and smiled, "I'm liking this more and more all the time!" Pete laughed, "I thought maybe this might be a welcome addition to the evening." We opened the cabin and Pete whistled, "Whoa, guys, this is beautiful." And it was. Separate small kitchen and dining area, a living room with TV and huge picture window overlooking the water and a huge bedroom with a patio door leading to a deck over the bay. The bedroom was finished off with a wood-burning fireplace, huge king-size bed with duvet and a large ensuite bathroom. When we had checked in, we had started a fire and closed to glass doors and put candles out around the room, which Liz now was in the process of lighting. It was a beautiful spring night, but being early in the year and this close to the water, I was glad we had put on the fire. After all, we probably weren't going to have much in the way of clothing to keep us warm! I had no idea how to start all of this, so I went into the kitchen and dug out the cheese and fruit-tray we had brought with us and carried it into the bedroom with two bottles of wine – a great Sancerre white from France and our favourite red – Marquis de Riscal Rioja from Spain. I noticed that Liz had put on our favourite "fucking music" CD into the player by the bed – John Coltrane and asked either if they wanted some wine – both agreed. I went off to get the corkscrew and three glasses and stopped in my tracks upon entering the room. Pete and Liz were slowly dancing to "Soul Eyes" from the CD. They were very close, but not hanging on each other – just two people enjoying the great music. I busied myself opening the wine and the food and after pouring us all a glass they came over to me, each took one and we clinked them together. Pete was the first to speak, "A toast – to two wonderful people, two great friends and to the benefits of being average!" We all had a good laugh about this and I was noticing that my nervous energy was gradually dissipating. I attributed this to the fact that Liz seemed so calm and sure of herself. I figured is she was ok, I had no reason to be – hell it was my idea in the first place. We made small talk for a bit, drank some wine and ate some of the fruit and cheese until Liz excused herself to use the bathroom. After she left, Pete said to me very quietly, "Are you still ok with all of this?" And I truly was – I simply smiled, nodded and put my hand on his shoulder and said, "It's all good my friend, it's all good." Just then, Liz emerged from the bathroom and Pete and I damn near dropped our glasses. She had taken off all of her clothes and came into the room wearing a very sheer wrap. Underneath she was braless so her beautiful 36D tits were begging to be stared at and she was wearing a hot pink thong – fuck she looked sooo hot! "Wow" was all Pete could say – I could manage less than that. Liz smiled demurely, "Ever since I saw you brought a massage table I've been thinking about four strong, masculine hands on me and can't wait any longer. Pete, would you set up your table for us please?" I was impressed by the table once it was up. Wide, solid and sturdy, unlike many others I'd seen. Pete positioned it so it was at the foot of the bed in the same orientation, so the head was facing the bed and the opposite end was facing the patio door overlooking the water. There was just enough room to comfortably move between the bed and the table. To finish it off, there was a sheepskin pad covered by a sheet – it all looked very professional. "Wow, Pete," I said, "Are you a masseur on the side?" He smiled, "No, but a former lady friend and I once took a course in massage and I bought this table then. I don't get to use it too much, but it comes in handy once in a while." Then he said, "Well, Liz, your boytoys await your instructions!" With just the slightest hint of modest self-consciousness, Liz removed her wrap and lay down on the table. When she was comfortable, she said, "I'd love you both to work on me, but I would be more comfortable if I wasn't the only one almost naked!" It was at that precise moment I mentally patted myself on the back for all of the hard work I had put in at the gym in the past few months. While far from having a washboard stomach I had lost any hint of "droop", my chest was nicely defined and my arms and shoulders were getting good and thick – as was another part of me! Likewise, Pete had always kept himself in great shape; possessing the long, lean beach volleyball player body developed from doing just that. I was certainly bulkier than he was, but I wasn't feeling self-conscious or embarrassed at all. In fact, if anything I probably looked more masculine, at least in my opinion, since I had a newly "manscaped" hairy chest and arms while Pete was almost hairless. Once we got down to our skivvies (both of us choosing boxer briefs) Liz looked at us and whistled, "Mmmm, look at all that manflesh! I am a very, very lucky girl! I can't wait to have these men looking after me!" Pete then produced a small, insulated bag from his suitcase and opened it, revealing a bottle of massage oil. "I warmed it up before I left and put it in here so it would be just right for when we wanted to use it." With that, he went to one side of Liz, I to the other. He squirted some of the oil on his hands and offered the bottle to me, and we went to work on my beautiful wife. She was a vision. So feminine, so soft where she needed to be, so firm where it mattered. We worked her back, kneading the knots and kinks out of her shoulders and neck. Alternatively working on her upper torso and the small of her back. Liz must have been really into it because I could already see her telltale signs of arousal; long sighs, a low, husky giggle from deep in her throat that drives me crazy, her hips moving just a little. "Oh guys, you are making me feel sooo good, sooo special," she sighed. "I'm in heaven!" Pete then moved up to the end of the table between Liz and the bed so he could work on her neck where he found a lot of kinks. I moved to the opposite end and started to massage her legs where she often carries a lot of pain. I moved up and down her legs, squeezing and kneading and emboldened, I nudged her legs apart, which she willingly agreed to, giving me access to her pussy, which, judging by the damp spot on her thong, led me to believe was quite wet already. Sensing that she was ready, I reached up and dragged the thong down and off Liz's legs, her beautiful shaved pussy glistening, waiting for attention. After giving her juicy butt some deep squeezes I tentatively pushed a finger into her overheated core. I needn't have been so gentle. "Fuck yessssss," was her answer to my non-verbal question. I continued to work one, then two, then three fingers into her and was so totally into it that it took me a moment to figure out the origin of the odd sounds coming from elsewhere in the room. When I looked up from Liz's beautiful pussy to see their origin, my already engorged cock immediately turned rock hard in my underwear. Liz had dragged Pete's boxers down his legs and was now sucking his cock like a champ! "Oh my god babe," I panted, "that is so fucking hot!" Peter looked at me with just a hint of apprehension in his eyes. I guess to him it was the last hurdle to cross. It was one thing to see your wife dancing with another man, quite another to see her being massaged by another man, but watching her suck his cock? That's the ultimate test and when he saw that I was more than ok with it he smiled, winked and said, "No wonder you always have a smile on your face, she's amazing! But I'm feeling a bit greedy here – would you like to trade places?" I just nodded, my eyes on fire with lust. As Pete withdrew his cock from her mouth Liz smiled, "Mmmm, sure didn't taste average! Liam, why don't you join me on the bed here and get more comfortable." And with that she crawled off of the table and onto the bed looking for all the world like a cat in heat. While I walked over to the edge of the bed, Pete moved the table to the other side of the room. He turned back just as Liz was pulling my boxers down and as she did, Rex plopped out and smacked her right in the face. "Jesus Christ!" Pete exclaimed, "That sure as hell isn't average!" I smiled sheepishly thinking that this was the first male besides me to ever see old Rex in full action posture. I crawled up onto the bed, leaned back against the headboard and spread my legs to let Liz have her way with me. She attacked my cock with abandon. Sucking me, licking me, sucking my balls, deepthroating a good chunk of me – even teasing my asshole with her tongue and finger from time to time. Pete then crawled up on the foot of the bed and started to weave some magic of his own on Liz. Running his tongue all around her feet, licking the insides of her ankles, sucking her toes. (Did she tell him that this drives her crazy or did he just instinctively know?) With all of her hot buttons being hit Liz was animal on my cock. It was like she couldn't get enough of it, jamming her mouth down on it, trying to deepthroat me, gagging occasionally. All of the events of this evening had the cum nearing the boiling point in my nuts and I was starting to get that familiar, rusty tingle that signals an impending eruption. By now, Pete had gently moved Liz from lying on her stomach to being on her knees – giving him easier access to heaven. I saw him use his legs to spread hers, lewdly, and get between them and he then placed his mouth directly on Liz's vulva. Even if I hadn't seen it, I would have known exactly when it happened because of the deep guttural moan that vibrated around my cock as it was lodged in Liz's throat. She looked up at me through lust-hazed eyes and said, "Oh Liam, he's eating my pussy and it feels sooo good." Pete was going to town on my wife's dripping snatch. Sucking her engorged outer lips into his mouth, running his tongue up and down her entire slit, tickling her clit and teasing her "taint" with his nose. This was causing Liz to bob up and down on my cock like a piston; her saliva was dripping down my shaft and coating my balls and I knew I was in a losing battle to keep my cum to myself. The end of the battle came shortly after she suddenly pulled off me and looked right at me, eyes wide in wonder and said, "Awww babe, he's got his tongue in my ass! Oh my fucking god, he's got his tongue in my ass! Peter you might have an average cock, but there is nothing average about that tongue!" That did it. Launch codes were entered, the "Clear for takeoff" signal came – and so did I. Liz was just about to take my cock back into her mouth when I saved her the trouble. Spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my cock and splashed onto her face and tits. I was so deep in spasm I couldn't even moan; my mouth was just hanging open in silent scream. As the spasms subsided, Liz smiled and lovingly took old Rex back into her mouth to clean him up. It was at that moment that my wife had the first cock other than mine enter her pussy since we got together. Pete's timing was perfect; he slid his cock into her and started slow, deliberate strokes while Liz happily licked me. Pete leaned forward, over Liz and send to her, "My god Liz, you are perfect. So feminine, so soft, so beautiful. It's an honour to be able to have you like this." Liz's thanks consisted of her wonderful, throaty hum with my cock in her mouth. But before she could do more, her heavenly mouth was suddenly gone from around me. I heard a small gasp escape from her and looked up to see that Pete had a handful of her sumptuous, tawny mane of hair and had pulled her head back and leaned forward to hiss into her ear. The Benefits of Being Average "But," he started, "You might be beautiful, you might be feminine and you might think it's fun to play around like this, but I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to fuck your ass hard. You better get ready for a good hard pounding because it's coming right now." I looked into my wife's eyes and saw nothing but raw, all-consuming lust. Peter had hit just the right note. Forceful, dominating and assertive without being humiliating, disrespectful or full of cliché. Man he was good. With that, he pulled his cock from Liz's pussy, grabbed a bottle of lube that he had brought to the bed with him coated his cock to its slick best. He then slathered some of the lube into Liz's backdoor and for good measure leaned over and spat on it and rubbed the saliva all around her inviting rosebud. Liz was panting, overwhelmed with lust, waiting for what was to come next and she didn't have to wait long. Pete resumed his position between her legs and rubbed his lube-slick cock up and down her slit and rested the head right up against her asshole. She had a death-grip on my thighs as she awaited the Pete's cock. I knew the exact moment that this cock breached her sphincter because just her nails almost drew blood on my legs as it popped inside of her. Despite an almost overwhelming desire to bury his turgid cock into her in one thrust, Pete was patient, letting Liz relax and accept him. His patience does have limits though and once he was completely buried inside her, Pete again grabbed her hair, pulled her head back so her back was arched lewdly and hissed into her ear, "You ready to get this beautiful ass pounded baby?" Liz was only able to breathlessly reply, "Fuck yes, fuck me hard – now!" With that Peter withdrew almost completely from Liz's ass and then gunned his hips forward, the front of his thighs making a lewd smacking sound against the backs of hers. That started a frenzy of all-out ass-fucking, with Pete groaning and panting and Liz grunting with every one of Pete's thrusts and saying, "Oh fuck yes...it's better than I remembered....I missed this.....fuck me harder Pete!" While they never changed positions from him behind her, Pete was a very imaginative and active lover to Liz. First, simply taking her doggie, then squatting over her and feeding his cock down into her, then with one foot flat on the bed. Every new angle sent Liz into greater heights of pleasure. Both of them were working on this fuck hard! Pete pistoning his cock forward into Liz and Liz pushing her ass equally hard back onto Pete's cock. Both of them were glistening with sweat as Pete neared his orgasm. Liz had had a series of orgasms during their fucking and now looked back at Pete and said, "Come on Lover, cum in my ass! Fill my ass with your fucking cum!" That was all it took. Pete grabbed Liz's hips and drove into her one more time and held himself deeply inside her and yelled "FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" and emptied his balls into my willing wife's ass. The two of them remained coupled for at least a minute as if they were glued together. Their assorted moans and groans lasted quite a while as the sheer passion of their fucking started to subside. During their session I had moved to the side of the bed to let Liz concentrate fully on the pleasure Pete was giving her (and she him) but now she looked at me with lust-addled eyes and pulled away from Pete. His cock slipped out of her ass with a soft "pop" and she crawled on the bed toward me. While far from being upset or jealous at what I had just witnessed (Hell – Rex was at attention again already), Liz just seemed to know that I needed her right there, right now. Once she got over to me on the bed, the pushed me flat on my back, straddled my hips and impaled herself in one motion on my cock. For the longest time she didn't say a word, choosing instead to bounce on my erection in a slow, steady cadence. It was like she was completely consumed by lust. She sat completely upright, her head thrown back, one hand squeezing her beautiful tits and alternatively pinching her nipples, the other strumming away at her engorged clit. Eventually she seemed to calm down enough to enable her to speak. She leaned down, with one hand on either side of my head and gave me exactly what I needed. A deep, very intimate kiss – not lustful, but completely loving. I knew right then, that Liz was still all mine and the last shred of worry I had just drifted away. "Liam, darling," she said, "Thank you for giving this to me, Peter was beyond wonderful." Just then, I felt the bed shift and saw Pete behind Liz and he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "What do you mean WAS? I'm not close to being done with yet. An ass like that can't be fucked just once! As a matter of fact, this average cock is going to have that ass again right now – hope you like to have two cocks in you at once." This was completely uncharted territory for Liz. I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow, silently saying, "Are you ok with this?" A slightly furrowed brow accompanied by a vigorous nodding of Liz's head told me that while she was willing, she was a little worried. I'd read (and seen) enough porn to know that getting "DP'd" successfully was all about the beginning. I stopped pushing up into Liz and pulled her down to me for a kiss, hoping to distract her even slightly from the initial discomfort. Her breath, once again, caught as Pete's cock popped past the ring of muscle, but since she had already been fucked and fucked hard, she was able to take his cock almost immediately, despite having her pussy filled completely. "There you go, you horny slut! How does it feel to have two cocks in you at once?" "Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this. I feel like such a tramp. I feel sooo fucking nasty. Pound me you fuckers! Pound me as hard as you can!" Very quickly Peter and I found a very comfortable rhythm. Him on the withdrawal as I was pushing in; me pulling out as he was thrusting. Because we had both cum so recently, we both had pretty good control, despite the extraordinary circumstances. I mean it's not every day you DP your wife! I will admit too, that, as much as I wanted Liz to have this, feeling my junk rub up against another guy's junk took some getting used to. I wasn't weirded out or anything, but geez, you can't blame a guy for feeling a bit awkard! For her part, Liz was in absolute heaven. She soon figured out that the best thing for her to do was to simply lie on my chest and let herself be fucked. Plainly and simply, she was being taken, a plaything for Pete and I and she willing gave herself to us. We fucked, and then we fucked some more. There weren't a lot of words exchanged between the three of us, just a lot of moaning and groaning. The room was filled with scent of lust – there was a whole lot of fucking going on! Occasionally Liz would breathlessly gasp, "Sooo good, so fucking good!" This was work too! I was sweating, Liz was sweating and poor Pete, without the aid of something to support him was sweating so badly it was dripping off his chin onto Liz's back. All of a sudden I looked at Liz when I heard a familiar sound. It's a throaty gasp she makes when she's got a great orgasm brewing. I had a feeling I was going to see one like this sometime tonight – and it was on its way. Her eyes glazed over and her mouth was slack-jawed – frozen in a silent scream and her orgasm fought for release. Then it hit. Because she was on top of me, I could feel her thighs begin to quiver. This was basically followed by what could only be described as something akin to a seizure. Her head snapped back, just barely missing Pete's face, her whole body started to shake, her asshole clamped down on Pete's cock and her pussy was in full-blown spasm on my cock. Her voice was a simply, high-pitched scream that only intensified as her orgasm continued. It seemed to last for hours, but in truth, it was more like a full minute of sheer bliss. I have never seen anything so raw and completely sexy in my entire life. We had released her inner slut and she was "all-in." As the waves of her pleasure finally started to subside, Pete and I instinctively both knew how to finish this unbelievable fucking. He pulled out of her, I pulled her off of my cock and rolled her off of me and we both knelt on either side of her frantically stroking our cocks. "Yes! Yes! YES! Cum for me you fuckers! Cover me with your hot cum! Spunk this fucking slut with every drop you've got!" That did it for me. The cum blasted out of my cock like a water from a fire hose. The first shot hit her right in the chin, the second on her throat and the rest on her heavenly tits. This was all Pete needed and he came soon after, painting the rest of her body from just below her breasts right down to her still-twitching pussy with another 6 or 7 blasts. We then both collapsed on either side of the vessel that had just provided us with such pleasure. All three of us were panting like we had just run a full-out sprint – and in a lot of ways we had. I looked at Liz and she was about the sexiest mess I have ever seen. Her hair was tousled everywhere, her whole body was red and flushed from exertion and she was covered from chin to pussy in two huge loads of cum. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just did that!" she panted as her breathing began to return to normal. From there it got quite a bit surreal as we all lay there talking about what just happened. I was struggling just a tiny bit as to what had just taken place. Had I opened a Pandora's box? Deep down, I honestly didn't think so, but I thought to myself I wouldn't be normal if the thought didn't cross my mind. Finally, Liz looked down at herself and said, "Wow, I'm quite the site – Liam, I really need to have a shower, would you like to join me?" I smiled and said, "You really need to ask?" With that she took my hand and looked at Pete and said, "Excuse us for a while Pete!" and led me to the bathroom. It was just what we needed. We needed to reconnect and see in each other's eyes that we were both ok with this evening. I soaped Liz all over; she did the same to me, unbelievably coaxing another erection out of me. We talked, reassuring each other that we were fine. It occurred to me that if this was really bothering me, why was Rex ready for another round? Obviously it meant that I was secure with Liz and I and I need not worry. We got out of the shower and dried off and donned the bathrobes that were in the room. Pete looked up at us as we entered the bedroom and said, "Well, I best not be the only frousy one in the room!" and padded off to the bathroom to have his own shower. I collapsed on the huge bed and lay there, with the evening's events playing through my mind. Very quickly it seemed, fatigue got the better of me and I drifted off to sleep. "Honey?...Baby?....Liam Honey, wake up! I don't want you to miss this." I heard Liz's voice through the cloud of my drowsiness, but I also heard the insistent slap of skin and skin and some gasps and moans and immediately my senses were alert. I looked up to see Pete with his cock buried once again in Liz's ass! Pete looked at me with a sheepish grin and Liz looked at me almost apologetically. "Baby, you fell asleep and when Peter got out of the shower we got talking about our night and well.... I just had to one more time. I didn't want to do it without you watching so I woke you up." I didn't mind a bit. In fact, this time, with all three of us more in control and not out of our minds in lust, it was a pleasure to watch them. This was fucking because they wanted to – what happened earlier was fucking because they needed to; such was the urgency of their lust. I got off the bed and sat in the nearby chair and simply observed. This sex was for pure pleasure – it was affectionate but not really intimate. Two people simply enjoying the pleasure of the flesh. It occurred to me that if you could reproduce this exactly, then couples would not have fights over infidelity. In this moment I truly knew that Liz loved me but was enjoying what Pete could provide for her. But these moments are fleeting and exceedingly rare. Jealousies, feelings and insecurities will always get in the way. I even doubted that we would ever reproduce this with Pete (although I couldn't completely close that door right now.) So, I enjoyed it while it lasted. Their coupling was very athletic, elegant and a HUGE turn-on. They fucked doggie-style, then moved to Liz on her back. Eventually Pete rolled onto his back and Liz sat astride his hips happily bouncing on his cock. As Pete's lust started to build, he took the lead and put Liz on her back with her legs in the air and he fucked her in the pile-driver position, bringing groans of appreciate from his lover. They must have fucked non-stop for almost 15 minutes when Pete placed Liz on the edge of the bed and he stood behind her, feet on the floor. He spread her legs and got between them and pushed his cock into her ass from behind. Then he started to hammer into Liz with hard insistent thrusts. As his orgasm approached, he once-again reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, this time more for effect then anything else and announced that he was going to cum. "Yes, Pete, yes! Cum for me lover!" Liz screamed. With one last thrust, Pete grabbed her hips, threw his head back and bellowed, "Fuuuuucccccckkkk!" as he came for the third time this evening in my wife's ass. It had been quite a show and the most appreciative person in the room seemed to be old Rex who was achingly like a stone. Liz looked over at me, crawled off the bed and walked over to where I was sitting and extended her hand. "Well, my love, it's time for me to give you back a little of what you've given me!" I took her hand, not knowing what she meant until she lead me to the patio door that opened to deck of our cabin. Liz knows how much I love fucking outdoors but rarely allows it at home, always being worried that the neighbours will catch us. However, with this secluded cabin on a cool night in a place where no one knew us AND with what had happened already, she was ready to go. She simply walked over to the railing of the deck, raised one leg up onto it, looked over her shoulder and said, "I've had my fill of average cock for the night, come on you fucking stud, give me that big, fat monster I love inside me so much!" She didn't have to wait more than about 2 seconds as I shed the robe, dipped my hips and jammed my cock into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust. "Fuck yes!" Liz screamed and for once it was me that was temporarily worried about getting caught. But then, I didn't care and set to the task of giving my wife the fucking of her life. It was a very quiet, very still night and I'm sure you could hear our bodies slapping together and our moans and groans all around the area, from the other cabins around the bends in the shore right back to the main hotel. But honestly, we didn't care. We fucked with great abandon for quite awhile and as I started to get close to cumming, Liz sensed my impending explosion. "Yeah baby, cum for me, cum for me so I can have you inside me the rest of the night." That did it for me and as my nuts emptied for the third time in about 5 hours I literally bellowed, "Fuck Yes!!!!!!!" and honestly didn't give a damn who heard. I led Liz back into the room where we saw Pete lying on the bed sound asleep. We both collapsed there too, with Liz between us and fell asleep without saying another word. I had no idea how long we had slept, but I was awoken by an insistent knocking at the cabin door. I got up and nearly went to the door naked, but remembered at the last moment and slipped on a robe and stumbled groggily out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me and opened the door to the cabin. Standing there was a staff member from the resort with a large tray and he announced "room service". When I told him that we hadn't ordered anything he said to me, "Yes sir, I know, but apparently a gentleman came to the front desk earlier this morning and ordered it for you and asked that when we deliver it, we should also pass this envelope on to you." After thanking the man and giving him a tip, I went into the bedroom and discovered only Liz on the bed, slowly coming out of her deep sleep. In my haste to get to the door I hadn't even noticed that Pete had left! I awoke Liz and after stretching (and after silently telling Rex this wasn't the time!) we went into the dining area to see what was for breakfast. The tray contained a feast of bacon, eggs, ham, toast, pancakes, coffee and juice. Not surprisingly we were famished but wondered where Pete was, although we had our suspicions. These suspicions were answered when I opened the envelope and read it aloud to Liz. "Liz and Liam: I woke up early like I usually do, but much, much sorer then I'm used to! To be honest, seeing Liz lying there gave me some really, really naughty ideas, but I do have some things back in the city that I need to get to today, so I thought it best to give you guys some privacy. I want you to know that last night was beyond amazing. Liam, thank you for approaching me with this idea. While I'd like nothing more than to tell all my friends about the amazing night I just spent, it will never go beyond the three of us. Liz, you are one amazing, sexy beautiful woman and Liam is extremely lucky to have you. Thank you for being so open last night. To you both, I think it's no secret that I've stayed away from marriage; however the love and respect that you both have for one another gives me hope that maybe one day I'll be able to find the same thing – you guys are a great example of what marriage should be. I hope that last night was everything you had hoped for. See you at the gym Your "average" friend. Pete." With that, I looked at the next page, which contained the receipt for the accommodation and breakfast both paid for by Pete. I shook my head. Pete was anything but average in my books. Liz looked at me as we finished our plates and said, "Honey, are you ok? Are we ok? I want you to know that last night was incredible, but you are the one for me – so, please tell me, are you ok with what happened last night and with what I did?" My answer was to stand up from the table, with Rex poking through my robe and saying, "Baby, does this answer your question?" Liz threw her head back and let out her low, sexy laugh, "I guess it does – what time is checkout?" My reply to her? "Oh, in about 3 orgasms!" And we ran like kids to the bedroom.