We had lived in the subdivision for a couple of years and one of the couples that we saw a bit of were about 10 years older than my wife's 31 and my 33 years old. They were a fun couple, he was the big man in the neighbourhood, swaggering around, which wasn't much of a hit with me, but he also "walked his talk", and would help any of his neighbours with anything they were doing. I don't know that I warmed up to him much, but he brought the neighbourhood together and I never had any doubt he was a good guy. He was country & western and I was blues, reggae, and anything Annie Lennox, the fact that his favourite person in the whole subdivision was my wife didn't help either. Anytime there was a party, special event, whatever, those two gravitated together like horny teenagers. A real odd couple: Ellen is five two, a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, very petite, Jeff is six feet tall, one ninety five and solid, not buff, but solid, built like a bull, she's dark, he's fair. Their chumminess and flirting would sometimes get on my nerves after awhile and one Saturday we were at an afternoon pool party at their house when Jeff's wife; Connie, came over and sat beside me. Nodding towards our spouses she asked: "Does this ever get under your skin at all, Dave?" I didn't want to put my foot in my mouth, but fuck it! "Ya, sometimes."
"Ya, Today." We both sat there watching them, maybe it being sunny and warm, with my honey in a small bikini, not tiny, but small, and Jeff in snug trunks, not super tight, but snug, was cranking it up, they both looked good and they looked hot together as a couple. We had seen it all before but usually not so blatant. "Do you think the've hooked up?" I asked. "No, I don't think so. They're too obvious. I think they would be more careful in public if they were getting it on. Jeff's a lousy sneak."
"Ellen's the same way, I think I would know. Maybe not, but I think I would. I sometimes wish they would get it over with, their endless foreplay is getting tedious." Connie laughed so hard she choked on her beer. "You okay?"
"I'm okay, just caught me off guard." She looks around: "I've thought the same thing. Ellen being so tiny and Jeff so big, it raises some, uh, interesting visuals." My turn to laugh and say: "I've thought the same thing." Then Connie raised the temperature a few degrees; "He's a very large man." Then in a lower voice: "Everywhere." I looked at Connie, early forties, five six, looked about one thirty five, ya, she could take a solid banging. I took a chance: "You don't sound too concerned about them becoming friendlier?" She looked at me seriously for a long moment then half smiled: "I don't think I am. You?" I hung my head thinking how to answer. "Between us, in confidence?"
"Completely, you as well?" We shook hands on it. "Sometimes, I'm more enthused about the idea than opposed." While we were occupied with our conversation they had moved to the pool and Jeff hoisted Ellen in the air and tossed her in the deep end. More foreplay. Connie looked at me and smiled, "How do you feel about us facilitating their progress?" I was more than ready to be more candid and I was getting too aroused to keep it bottled up. "When they do it I'd like to be watching." I don't know that she was ready for the conversation to go this far, this fast. She looked away for a second and then whispered: "Me too." Now it was us getting turned on.
As soon as the kids were asleep Ellen called me into our bedroom and was laying on the bed wearing only a dirty grin leaning back on her elbows with her knees bent and legs spread, nostrils flared, showing me a very fucking wet and swollen beaver. That night I fucked her brains out, I played it really arrogant, not my style, but Ellen loved it. I stripped, no smiles, no eye contact, staring at her drooling cunt and knelt on the bed at her feet, pushed her thighs onto her breasts and told her to: "Hold them!" I knee walked up between her legs to the cunt that barely resembled the pussy I knew and loved, it was now a sluts cunt, hanging open, lips distended, frothy from the abuse she was giving it before I walked in. The rest of her is so tiny that it looked "crazy hot" how her whole vulva was bulging out. It belonged on a woman twice her size after she had fucked a biker gang. Ellen had never been in heat like this before. FUCK!!! I was so turned on, I started slapping my hardon on her upturned pussy. It sounded like hitting wet meat. Wap! ... Wap! ... Wap! ... in a steady rhythm. She ooofffed every slap and gripped her thighs harder, digging in her fingers to pull them back further to offer her vulva up to me. I started whacking my cock right on her clit, hard. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was arching up every time it smacked her cunt. I didn't say a word, leaned back and rolled her over onto her knees and slammed in to the root in her tight hole then sat back on my heels pulling her back by her shoulders tight to my groin. Not thrusting but grinding her crotch up and down mine, stretching her hole out, using her to masturbate. She moaned loudly and started frigging her clit like a mad woman. She would build up, her whole body contracting, not breathing, then gasp, moaning she would slump panting, then start building again. Every peak she hit I would bang her especially hard and making her groan louder. I was all the way in and her cunt had no resistance, usually I bottom out when my six and a half inches is buried doggy style, but not tonight. When she came: she clamped down so hard on my cock it hurt and I slammed her even harder trying to shove my balls in as well, then it was there! Too fucking intense, I leaned back and ground her crotch on mine as hard as I could spasming rope after rope of cum into her. Halfway way through my orgasm she came again, moaning loudly and when we finished she flopped on the mattress cupping her cunt, gasping for breath. When her breathing slowed down Ellen turned her head to look at me and she looked guilty as hell. At first I thought maybe they did something I didn't know about but realized pretty quickly that she was thinking of Jeff while I was banging her. I decided to phone Connie soon.
By Wednesday I still hadn't worked up the nerve to phone Connie, Ellen and I were fucking up storm every night, her usually tight pussy was becoming much more accommodating and I was getting paranoid. Ellen was at a birthday party with the kids when I got home from work one day and I used the time alone to go through her drawers, I wasn't looking for anything in particular, maybe just reassurance. I didn't find it, but under her underwear I found a new silicone dildo, almost eight inches long and two inches thick. I measured. No wonder her pussy was being more welcoming, how the hell was she getting that thing into herself. Ellen had c sections for our children so she hadn't been stretched by child birth and had a naturally small, but luckily, very, very, wet vagina. All I had to do was fondle her breasts for a minute and her pussy would be dripping her slippery juice, it sometimes bugged her how easy she was. My medium thickness, six and a half incher commonly left her sore inside after a hot session, only her slick lube saved her from abrasion. After I whacked off in the bathroom sink I called Connie.
"Hi Connie, it's Dave. Is this a good time?"
"Yes, Jeff's mowing the grass. How are things going?" I told her my wife was trying to kill me with her pussy. Connie laughed and said Jeff had her waddling like a duck. Every time he got near her he was trying to get into her pants and usually succeeded. "We need to do something! I love sex but I'll be ruined if it keeps up at this pace. Jeff has friction burns on his cock and flinches when we have sex but he's so horny he can't stop himself!" Connie gasped when I told her about Ellen's new toy and it's dimensions. "I wonder if it's a coincidence?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jeff's cock is eight and a half inches long and two and three quarters inches thick"
"Oh fuck!" She was fantasizing herself on his cock. "Dave, I think if we don't steer this our way it'll happen without us and we don't want to miss the show. Let me think about it and I'll call you tomorrow."
"Here's my number at work, call me there." and that's how we left it. That night I tied Ellen to the bed and put clamps on her nipples, one of our old dildos in her vagina and a butt plug up her ass. I licked her nipples and clit till she came then rolled her over, retied her, and worked my lubed cock into her anus. At least it was still tight. When I was ready to cum I reached under her and held her vibrator to her clit while I pounded her bum hole. I dumped the biggest load of my life in her rectum and she screamed, literally screamed, when she came, waking the kids up, probably the neighbours as well. When I got back to our bedroom after settling the children down she was out, the untied restraints still on her wrists and ankles, the toys laying on the bed with the vibrator buzzing harmlessly on the sheets. I went to sleep with a hardon.
"Hi Dave, it's Connie. Can you talk?"
"Yes. Did you come up with anything?"
"I've got a few ideas. Do you and Ellen smoke pot?"
"Once in awhile, we toned it down when the kids came along."
"Jeff and I are the same. Anyway, I called a girlfriend who smokes and picked up a bag of very nice weed, then I asked the inlaws if they could take the kids for an overnight on Saturday. I told them I had a surprise for Jeff, I didn't mention what. The four of us, after dark, some smoke and wine, sounds like a skinny dip and what ever else."
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