Chapter 6

“Remember, this is just lunch. Or brunch, rather. We needed the calories, right? There was no way that we were gonna be able to wait until supper and the birthday party, not fucking at this rate, wouldn’t you say? Not even you, Eddie, despite how much cum you slurped from my twat,” Britta-Lise encouraged all of us to eat hearty for our own sake and hers.

We indeed devoured the classic Danish Smørrebrød open-faced sandwiches on rye bread that she served us with considerable variety, just in case. It absolutely went down well with the glasses of Danish pilsner beer that she poured for us all. Once again, my wife went well out of her way to be a gracious hostess and serve everyone to our satisfaction. Did I mention that I have the best wife ever?

I still wondered where she put that food away herself ... the girl never seemed to gain a pound. I often joked that she had a hollow leg or something like that. My petite wife, such a small woman in size, however, had a spirit much greater and larger than her flesh belied. Inevitably, it made me often want to wrap her up in my arms and keep her safe in my embrace. I also wanted to kiss every last inch of her skin and lick up every bead of her salty sweat from her pores. Okay, except for the armpits ... that was too much for even me. She was absolutely delicious, that lovely wife of mine.

“Yes, we want to be in great shape to fuck you half to death, that’s true, babe,” I winked at my wonderful wife, who giggled in response.

“Yes, well, the first part of the surprise ... well, it looks like it arrived ... earlier than I dared to hope. I wasn’t sure when the cavalry would show up, so I prepared all of us to wait a while. Here she is, though. Not before time, too. Not that I mind being the meat in a very different kind of man-wich, but an extra cum whore always helps. Am I right, Eddie? Tyson’s contribution will still have to wait, of course.

“Honey, please be a dear and answer the door. Our next guest should be right on our doorstep according to her husband’s text,” Britta-Lise urged me with a very lustful, inviting tone in her voice.

I went to the front door and opened it, only to be greeted with a steamy, raunchy French kiss from a drop-dead gorgeous Asian woman. She broke the kiss just long enough to follow me inside and wait for me to close the door behind us and set down her luggage. Then she ripped open the T-shirt that Britta-Lise left for me before kissing and licking her way down my rather hairy chest. Before I knew it, my shorts were down at my ankles and the mystery woman had my cock in her mouth, her dainty hands grasping my buttocks to hold me steady.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned, especially once the new lady stood and disrobed in full view of everyone present.

She was exquisite, too, from head to toe, with pink dyed hair in a pixie cut to small, but perky tits to very fine, graceful hips and legs ... and then I saw it ... her dick ... but no balls. The mystery surrounding this woman was solved to an extent, but only up to that point. I pulled her close, seeing the expectant, worried look on her face. I could see hope in her eyes that I would be pleased at her charms rather than disgusted or revolted at her private parts. I then saw her wedding band on her left hand and the way that Eddie beamed with pride at her ... at his wife.

Well, I didn’t wish to insult Eddie, that was for sure. Frankly, she was every bit as delectable as when I first saw her ravishingly beautiful face. I reached out to her, caressed her small, limp, shrunken prick, and reached under it to play with her taint. It was clear that she had taken care of her testes rather decisively, of course, not that I minded either way. I then stroked her lovely hair again and guided her back down to her knees for a moment.

Mrs. Eddie Coleman took the hint, of course, opening her mouth yet again and receiving my cock excitedly. I touched her face repeatedly and revelled in her eager practice of fellatio, of course. She licked and sucked me for several minutes straight, not minding or caring that I still had traces of both Britta-Lise and three men on my dick. She winked at Eddie, her own husband, and he smiled back at her as she continued to service me with her lips and tongue. The stud on said tongue didn’t hurt, either. In fact, it made the experience even better, creating a new sensation that didn’t otherwise exist.