Rick's wife part 5 of 6

My friend's story

Rick's WIFE 5 (5 of 6)

The scene: Blindfolded, I was kneeling on the living room

floor, knees spread, groin tight against the backside of Linda, my

wife, who was also kneeling and sitting on her heels. Linda, in

turn, was kneeling between the outstretched legs of William, who

sat on our loveseat.

Now, picture this: Me, Mr. Heterosexual, was leaning forward

with my arms around my wife. My left hand was placed over Linda's

left hand which squeezed and massaged William's balls. My right

hand, in turn, was placed over her right hand as she stroked up and

down the length of his cock. Meanwhile, I was the only one fully

clothed (I had NO idea what Breigha was wearing). Such are the

things my wife's fantasies are made of....

I would have been more concerned about the situation, had my

cock been less in need of attention. As it was, I don't think I

ever remember having an erection so purely HARD and urgent. At

times, my fingers would slip between Linda's fingers

(accidentally!), which were slick with William's pre-cum, and I

could feel the strange sensation of touching another man's erect

penis.

"Linda, kneel up now. I want you to take the tip in your

mouth and fellate me. Peter, gently place your hands on both sides

of her head."

We did as told. I could feel the motion of my wife's head as

her mouth engulfed William's cock.

"That's a pretty sight, Peter. Ruby lips in a big "O," eyes

closed, concentrating on taking as much as she can, her husband

lovingly holding her bobbing head. I wonder if she uses her tongue

on the crown like this when she sucks your cock, or if this is just

for me? My god, it's heavenly."

Nearby, the everpresent sound of the camera shutter.

"Linda, keep your lips locked on the head. Now, Peter, this

will be an important watershed, but I have confidence in you. I

want you to reach around with your right hand and masturbate me.

I want you to jack me off into your wife's mouth. Don't stop until

I've come and Linda has taken all of it and swallowed. I also want

you to place your left hand very lightly and gently around the

underside of her throat so you can feel her swallow, but in any

case be careful not to squeeze or press too hard. Linda, look me

in the eyes. Look nowhere else until I tell you otherwise."

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you, thank-you....

Okay, here we go. I reached around, grasped his erection, and

began the eternal ritual. He was quite large, indeed. It was coated

with pre-ejaculate and my wife's saliva. My left hand softly held

the underside of Linda's warm throat.

Each time my fingers rose to the top, they would touch my

wife's clenched lips: a soft ring of flesh capping the pole I

stroked as I would want mine stroked.

"Ah, this is exquisite. And we are so proud of Peter, aren't

we, Linda? He must love you very much. Think about this, pretty

lady. Think about the two men, one in front and one behind you,

one whose cock is firmly in your mouth, for all purposes a total

stranger, and the other your husband, carefully milking that man's

sex, the tip of which you hold between your lips. Isn't sexuality

wonderful? There are so many possibilities in life....."

As motormouth went on, I could feel his hips begin to buck up

into Linda's mouth in rhythm with my hand. Linda had begun to moan

softly through her nose, and I increased the speed and pressure of

my hand.

"Don't take your eyes off mine, Linda. I want to see into your

soul as I come. You and your husband's submission and trust is

very beautiful, very erotic. As you swallow this, remember that

your trust is not misplaced."

With that, William began to cum in Linda's mouth. I stroked

violently up and down his cock and at the same time gently stroked

Linda's throat. I could feel her swallowing motions as his semen

went down into my wife's belly. A few warm strands escaped onto my

pumping fist.

His orgasm subsided quickly. Linda's tongue swirled around

the still engorged head and around my slippery fingers. After

licking William clean, she took my fingers and cleaned them also.

I wanted, I NEEDED to fuck her, to fuck someone. Hell, I'd have

fucked the carpet on the floor at this point.

"Thank-you, Peter. Thank-you, Linda. Peter, please forgive

the poor humor in this, but you may now kiss the bride."

Linda turned her head, and I reached around for her mouth with

mine. I tongued deeply and passionately. She tasted sweet and

salty; she tasted female; she tasted of cum and of lust.

"I'm going to nurse my scotch for a little bit, folks, and

enjoy the show. Breigha, I can see, is no longer able to operate

a camera effectively, anyway, what with one hand in her pants.

Linda is not in the least bit satisfied yet. And Peter.... well,

what can I say about Peter? You look a little peaked, there,

Peter. A little horny, perhaps?"

"I've been less horny."

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure you have. Alright. Breigha and

Linda, would you please help Peter up and stand him in front of the

fire?"

I stood and was guided to just in front of the fireplace.

Soft hands turned me so I faced the living room away from the heat

of the flaming embers.

"Remove his pants and shorts. You can leave his sweater on."

One pair of hands unbuckled my belt while another lowered my

zipper. My pants were shed to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

A set of nails ever so lightly ran up and down the length and

underside of my cock through my shorts. A cool hand slipped into

my shorts from behind and through the opening for my left leg,

gently caressed me, and retreated. Suddenly, I felt lips pressing

against the tip of my cock. They blew wet, hot breath which soaked

into the fabric of my shorts.

"Now the shorts, ladies. That's good. Say, Peter, it looks

like you've got a bit of an erection there. Would you turn to the

side so we can get a profile with the fire behind you? Nice. The

ladies seem to appreciate it. I think they would appreciate it

even more if you did a little showing off for them. Am I right,

ladies? I thought so. Go ahead, Peter, masturbate for them.

Stroke it like your wife stroked yours the night she came home and

told you about being fucked by another man. Spread your legs

further apart and stroke it slowly for your wife and for my wife."

I reached with my right hand and began to pump my cock.

Images of Linda's "fling," of her raunchy dancing with a strange

man, of sucking him in her car, of her being fucked from behind in

his apartment, and of everything that had happened tonight sprang

to mind. All my self-consciousness was gone. There was an

unbelievable feeling of release and freedom, masturbating in the

dark, to the dark, in front of strangers, in front of my wife...

"You have a sexy, masculine, well kept and well proportioned

body, Peter. I'm not saying that because I desire you, but only in

admiration. We've all tasted Linda, Peter. Now I want you to

taste yourself. Squeeze the tip onto your finger and taste it."

I complied. It tasted musky, not unpleasant, and the taste

immediately went to the back of my throat.

"Good. Now spread your feet a little bit wider, just past

shoulder length, and put your hands on your hips. Leave them there

until I tell you otherwise. Ladies, I want one of you to kneel in

front of Peter and take his cock in your mouth. I want the other

to kneel behind him and to put your tongue and lips between the

cheeks of his ass. You are not to touch him with your hands. I

want you to make him cum with only your mouths. The way he looks,

it doesn't appear it will take much effort."

A brief silence, and then, like a dispensation from heaven

itself, a wet mouth closed suddenly over the tip of my cock. Warm

breath between my ass cheeks, then the almost unbearable sensation

of an insistent, probing tongue at my ass-hole. Who was who, here?

Which was Linda and which Breigha? Did it really matter? Not a

damn bit.

The feel of two mouths at the same time, one suckling on my

erection, the other gently probing my anus, was unlike anything I

had ever felt. A sudden thrust of the tongue from behind,

penetrating me, would send my hips involuntarily jerking forward

into the depths of the waiting mouth and throat. I concentrated on

the pure pleasure of the sensation, exquisite as it was, and

blocked all else out. My only problem was my need to occasionally

pay attention to my leg muscles and to my balance. Although I

worked out regularly, my legs seemed rubbery just now.

An orgasm began to gather deep in my gut, somewhere in my

core, between the root of my cock and my ass. It coalesced on a

cliff or precipice in my soul and I teetered at the edge, that edge

of indescribable ecstacy when the pleasure seems to be nowhere and

everywhere, that brief eternity just before we finally tip and fall

into the depths of an unstoppable orgasm. And then I came in a

great tsunami of pent-up animal lust. I came in the sucking mouth,

ejaculating wave after wave of semen from deep in my testicles.

It seemed like it would never stop. I wondered briefly

whether Linda or Breigha, whoever was receiving it, was beginning

to get concerned about that possibility themselves. My knees were

starting to buckle, and a hand reached out from the woman kneeling

in front of me, took my hand, and steadied me.

As the reflexive jerking of my hips and body began to subside,

the lips retreated from my still erect penis, the mouth at my ass

gently kissed one last time, and both women rose slowly. I could

tell it was not my wife in front of me. She was a bit taller than

Linda and, as she pressed up against me, I could feel her breasts

were fuller and more rounded. Linda pressed against me from behind

and both women reached around me with their arms, holding

themselves and me between them. We gently rocked from side to

side, and Breigha began to kiss me lightly on my face, on my

forehead, gently on my closed eyelids, on the tip of my nose. I

could feel Linda's soft, warm breath behind my ear.

"I'm speechless," William said.

Right. And frogs aren't waterproof, I thought.

"Okay, I know what you're all thinking. So I'm not exactly

speechless. But I am deeply impressed. If you ladies would escort

Peter to the couch before he slips down between you like a wet rag,

I believe he would be grateful."

They helped me to the couch and sat down beside me, cuddling

like little girls. There was silence for several minutes.

"I think it's time to put Linda in the spotlight again,"

William said suddenly. "While I can only speak for myself, it

looks like I've sprouted another insistent stiffy just from

watching that magnificent performance. How about it, Peter, are

you up to a little more play?"

My cock was still erect and calling for attention, had never

softened a bit, in fact.

"I believe I am, William. And I don't suppose you have

anything particular in mind, do you?"

He chuckled. "As a matter of fact..."

To be continued.......