Chapter 2: Time for Plowing

“Forgive the mess. I wasn’t expecting company in my bedroom.”

“You mean, the laundry basket in the corner? There’s one like that in our bedroom too; forget about it. Jean, I am hot for Les, but I know he is nervous. We’re going to wait and watch you and Bud, so that he won’t be worried that you’re uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, Dee.”

After all four of them found their places on the big bed, Les felt compelled to comment.

“Dee, look at Jean’s face.”

Jean was mesmerized. Bud was on his back, and his already huge cock was hardening and thickening. Her doubts were obvious, but so was her fascination.

“It’s the size of my forearm,” she breathed.

“Jean? Jean? Here’s the bottle; crawl over and start lubing him up. While you do that...”

She was on her knees and elbows, and Les buried his face in his wife’s pussy. He was not surprised how wet she already was. A few minutes later, Les pulled his face back.

“I think it’s time. Get up on top of him, sweetie. A spit-coated pussy is a lovely thing, but in these circumstances, the slickness of lube is necessary.”

Cautiously, Jean moved up and put her knees on both sides of Bud’s waist.

“Dee, maybe you should help them, please. Lube him up.”

Fortunately, the head on Bud’s shaft was not bulbous but slim. Dee was able to fit his tip into the first half-inch or so of her vagina and hold it in place.

“Jean, keep your arms straight, lean towards but not against him. Don’t try to sit up vertically. Just a nice relaxed angle, yeah, like that. Everything’s in your control. Just push into him; you’ll feel the tip finding it’s way inside. That’s right.

“Go slow, but keep up the pressure. Let gravity help you. Feel how excited Bud is. He’s wanted you since we first met at the pool. He talks about your ass, your face, and your hair. He appreciates how much you love Les. Good, that’s it.

“Bud, play with her tits. Aren’t they fantastic? Jean, wiggle your ass a little. Yeah, left and right. You’re doing great. Les, move up and put your tongue in your wife’s mouth. Tell her how much you love her and how brave she is.

“Jean, I’m going to grip Bud’s shaft and help slip it in farther. You’re going to feel a little motion, maybe a little more pressure.”

“Wait! I’m coming! Oh, OH!”

“Bud, put your hands on her shoulders, hold her up so she doesn’t bend you. Les, did you know your wife’s asshole pulses while she’s coming?”

“Jean, sweetie, how are you doing?”

“It’s amazing. I can’t imagine what it was like for your first time, Dee.”

“That’s the thing. Bud is always so sweet and careful. I trusted him, I knew when we finally fucked he would be kind and gentle. It was wonderful. And it still is.”

“Jean, how much of him now?”

“I don’t know—more than half. Want more?”

“A little more lube, and then I want to go for it.”

“You got it. Les, get back to kissing your wife.”

Les scooted up a little closer. He didn’t notice that his hard-on was dangling fairly close to Bud’s face, making him smile. Dee stuck her head around and noticed this and winked at her husband. Now Jean was ready.

“Wish me luck! Oh, mm, ooh, it’s, huh!”

Jean blew out her cheeks.

“Dee?”

“You’ve got it all. Every inch! That’s...”

“Don’t tell me, I don’t care. Bud, you’re a damned miracle. I didn’t think I could. And now we’re going to fuck. You’re like, halfway up to my ... oh shit. I’m coming again!”

Her eyes squinted shut, Jean shuddered and shook, and then she collapsed against Bud’s chest. After a few moments to recover, she whispered in a dazed tone.

“I’m so sorry, I think I just peed on you.”

“Oh, Jean, it’s fine,” Dee reassured her. “I do too. Sometimes, peeing on him seems like the only possible thing I can do under the circumstances. Besides, can’t you tell? It’s crowded in there.”

“Dee, I think I’m making you become my sister. Thank you for sharing him with me. Could I interest you in my extremely horny husband? Every time he hears me come, he gets frantic.”