Safe in My Arms

We all three were lying askew on the big king-sized bed, Debra laying at an angle across the bed with Ed’s face nestled gently between her spread legs. The story of how and why the three of us arrived there together at this particular point in time is long, tedious and perhaps the subject for a more scholarly journal, most likely one written more for psychologists. It involves long ago failed attempts at entering the lifestyle. It involves messy affairs with deceit and intrigue. Finally, the fantasy that we could enjoy these things together without excluding or deceiving each other. For whatever reason, a few minutes earlier after having made the decision to climb the stairs to the master bedroom, Debra had stood before us while Ed and I sat on the edge of the big bed.

She likes to be praised for her beauty and we were generous in our praise simply because she was. “Have you ever seen a mother of three teenagers with such a great body?” I asked, “I love her breasts, just the perfect size and perfectly contoured.” Recalling the acid test she had taught me and was so proud of, I continued, “these breasts can’t hold a pencil beneath them.” I said, immediately feeling foolish and clearly being too awkward in my approach to break the ice as I unbuttoned the top few buttons of her silk pajama top. She resisted with soft verbal protests, I guess just on principal because she raised her arms above her head to help remove the silk top when I began to fumble nervously with the last few buttons. “There’re beautiful,” Ed whispered still unsure of his role and certainly anxious, “can I touch?” he asked as he raised his forefinger to her small erect brown nipple. Not expecting to get or need permission, he then cupped her breast is his big callused hand.

Debra said nothing but closed her eyes and granted permission by cupping his large hand in her own small hand and squeezing with more force than Ed would have felt comfortable. She liked firmness and Ed was receiving his first lesson. “If you like that, you’ll love this.” I said as I very slowly and deliberately pulled the drawstring on her bottoms. When it was untied I released the tension just enough to allow gravity to slowly slide the silk fabric over her hips. In seconds she was standing in front of us naked with her pajama bottoms lying loosely around her feet. She really didn’t know what to do at that point so she just stood there while Ed’s attention quickly changed from her breast to one of the greatest sights in the entire universe.

Directly in front of us was the most beautiful example of female anatomy you could ever imagine, it was beautifully groomed with a small trimmed tuft of hair just above the cleft of her labia, the remainder had been removed with numerous treatments leaving only a soft blonde downy residual over the remaining exposed areas of her womanhood. She was obviously aroused because her lips were swollen and parted slightly giving a generous view of her inner lips. Slightly more pigmented with color these fragile leaflets were the soft sentinels guarding the most secret and most intimate area of her being. This was not a time for verbal permission, had we asked the spell would have been broken, had she been required to speak her voice would have been a preconditioned though halfhearted refusal based not on her desires but on her Lutheran upbringing. No, this was not a time for words. Instead she slightly, almost imperceptibly and I believe consciously shifted her weight onto her left hip and bent her right knee outward ever so slightly, rising her heal and balancing her weight on the ball of her right foot. This small movement did little to more fully expose her charms but spoke volumes in granting permission and access.

“I think she’s excited Ed, look here.” I pointed to the glistening clear silver fluid oozing from the lower most portion of this beautiful pussy, just where her legs parted. Ed left her breast to lower his head to see where I was pointing, “Do you see that?” I asked, as I gently caught a drop of the clear lubricant on my finger to show him and then dipped my finger into the soft warm slit, collecting more as my finger traveled up and massaged a very erect clitoris with the slippery fluid. Ed didn’t say much; a husky “Oh yeah.” was all he managed. He knew, by the unstated but very real invitation of the hostess, he was the honored guest at a very private party. He promptly forgot the now lonely nipple and followed my lead as his finger began to trace the same route mine had just traveled. I removed my finger and brought it up to her mouth where I traced her lips with the silvery arousal juices, causing them to shine in the fullness of anticipation.

Below Ed’s large finger penetrated my wife and as it hit it’s mark she once again closed her eyes and softly licked and bit her lower lip tasting her own nectar in the process. Watching her sensuous lips I had a sudden undeniable urge to share these precious liquids and I pressed my lips to hers. The lubricant of her lower lips allowed our upper lips to slide together in a rich deep softness and we both tasted the musky flavor of her arousal as our tongues met and explored each other while Ed’s finger continued to explore below. “I love you.” I whispered as I held her head in my hands and briefly broke the kiss to look at her beautiful face and moist parted lips. She stared back at me through glassy eyes saying nothing as I returned to our kiss for the last lingering taste of the pre-cum on her lips.

As we kissed I eased backwards onto the bed pulling her with me. We gently settled on the bed with her on top and Ed’s hand between us still embedded between her legs. As I rolled her off me his hand came out and Ed stood at the side of the bed. Debra lay naked on her back, crosswise in the middle of the big king sized bed, her legs together with her right leg straight and her left leg bent with its foot drawn up to her right knee. Her drawn up knee was angled in slightly, an attempt, however so humble, to cover what little she could and preserve what little modesty she could muster. I lay on my side at her head at a 90-degree angle with her body and looked up at Ed. With direct eye contact and a nod of my head I invited him to join us. I’ve never known nor have I ever asked if it was raw lust or simply an increased comfort and a coming to terms but at this point he seemed to lose his shyness and become an equal partner in our budding ménage a trio. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He said to Debra as he simultaneously placed his hand on her raised knee and pushed it aside to improve his view.

Though he could now enjoy a slightly better view, it was not enough and with his other hand on her opposite knee he spread her legs removing her last bit of cover, her last shred of modesty and exposed her completely. “Your beautiful,” he said knowingly repeating himself, then added “and your pussy is gorgeous.” Any other time, even just five minutes earlier this would have been a totally inappropriate crude and perhaps even offensive statement, but not now. Now it seemed not only a simple statement of an obvious fact but much more. It was a sharing of emotion and a term of endearment. To this day I cannot tell you if it was a minuscule movement I witnessed or a feeling I sensed but I can tell you at this point there was, if not an actual physical movement there was a total relaxation and opening of her legs as a mental as well as a physical surrender occurred and it was at this point Debra gave herself totally to Ed. Ed responded by lowering himself onto the bed, with his feet still on the floor and his chest on the bed he kissed the inside of her knee then left a trail of little nibbles up to her mid thigh. There he stopped to admire the view that lie ahead. With a single finger and a butterfly touch he traced the outlines of her labia and smoothed and groomed the tiny patch of hair that lay above her cleft. When satisfied with his styling he returned to her lips and now with two fingers gently parted the inner lips exposing more of the lubricating pre cum at the opening of her vagina. I watched as he dipped the same two fingers into this pool and gently explored the opening. Only a few minutes earlier his finger had penetrated her totally but not now. He toyed with her opening inserting his fingers only to the first knuckle at the most. He probed and explored the opening adding his visual sense to his tactile sense while also taking in the rich aroma stimulating not only Debra but also all his own senses simultaneously. He spread the lips to see the rich pinkness of the now engorged tissues and when he had his fill he moved up to her most sensitive area. He did this ever so slowly, deliberately leaving no doubt in his final destination but taking an almost agonizing slow path which created an almost palpable sense of anticipation in both Debra and myself.

I had withdrawn slightly and was simply watching, I knew this was an important few moments for Ed and Debra to share alone, a time to become comfortable with each other’s touch and each other’s bodies, a time of consummation of the concept of sharing their most intimate moments and becoming comfortable with the vulnerability that comes with giving one’s self totally to another human being - a time of bonding. Debra and I had formed that bond long ago and now she and Ed needed just a bit of time to similarly connect, a necessary step if this threesome was to enjoy each other completely and totally. Debra had given herself no doubt, there was no resistance but to this point she had been totally passive, accepting Ed’s caresses with guarded response. Until, that is, his fingers finally reached their destination. Her clit anxiously awaited at the end of the leisurely path his fingers had taken and when they arrived there was an audible gasp from Debra’s throat. I looked up at her face to see her head raised, her eyes penetrated mine, and there was a startled searching look in her eyes as if they were asking one more time for conformation. I raised my hand to her cheek and cleared back a wisp of hair and gently kissed her lips. “You're doing great”, I whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

With that a small relaxing smile crossed her face, her eyes closed, her head settled back on the bed and her pelvis pushed up to meet Ed’s caressing fingers. Ed correctly took that thrust as an invitation to proceed and slipped a hand under each of her buttocks and gently raised her to his waiting tongue. With a tender swirl of the tip of his tongue around her clit and then a generous lap the entire length of her slit I witnessed for the first time another man enjoying my wife’s willing pussy. As mesmerizing as the sight was it was Debra’s reaction that captured my full attention. Her passiveness was quickly progressing to responsiveness as her head slowing began to rock from side to side.

“Oh, Honey, that feels so good.” She whispered to me. It wasn’t the words so much as the way they were delivered. The soft lustiness in her whisper was more an encouragement to proceed than a statement of obvious fact. She opened her eyes and raised her head so she could see what was giving her so much pleasure and I fluffed a pillow under her shoulders and head to make it all the more comfortable and then, in that position, she reached out and touched Ed for the first time since he had too lightly massaged her breast. This time though the sensations were just right and she held his head in both hands and ran her fingers through his hair as though to say, don’t ever stop. Immediately the words followed, “I don’t ever want you to stop…” There was a short gasp and then, “that’s it… oh yeah, right there….” Ed diligently followed instructions as I now cradled Debra’s head and shoulders in my lap. The expressions on her face were a rapid series of passionate visions of closed eyes alternating with licked lips, sighs and moans followed by softly bit lips and seemly helpless glances into my own eyes. I responded with soft words of encouragement as my hands kneaded her breasts and teased her nipples into hard erections. Ed continued to suck and lick, to lap at and then pause to draw back and look closely at this beautiful dewy flower before him.

At times touching and exploring the folds with his fingertips and at other times exploring the depths as deep as his fingers could penetrate. When his eyes were satisfied he would return with his mouth to suck on the inner lips, stretching them out to their maximum length then take them back in his mouth as he buried his tongue as far as could possibly reach within her. As he did this the moistness of Debra’s excitement glistened on the face. Debra’s hips began a rhythmic thrust and small beads of perspiration appeared on her upper lip as I watched the tip of Ed’s tongue trace circles around her clitoris, first clockwise then counterclockwise followed by little figure of eights around this sensitive little bud. Her hands alternatively squeezed my own, pinched her nipples and caressed Ed’s face and mussed his hair. It was then she turned to me and in a soft childlike voice reserved just for these moments of intense passion, looked me directly in the eyes and innocently asked in a nasal tone, “Is he going to fuck me?” “I don’t know,” I lied, “do you want him to?” “Do you?” she asked. “I’m sure he wants to,” I assured her, “would you like to feel him deep inside you?” There was no verbal response, just a quick short inspiration followed by a softy exhaled moan in response to some unseen stimulus between her legs. Her eyes responded though and there was a near imperceptible nod of her head. It was the best response she could muster given the demands Ed’s tongue was commanding below. “Well, honey,” I whispered into her ear, “then it looks like you’re going to get fucked by two men tonight.” She responded by looking directly into my eyes and this time giving an unmistakable nod to the affirmative but still remaining speechless.

Ed was fully aware of the conversation with obvious vested interest and after one final loud smacking kiss to what was now the absolute center of Debra’s existence, he stood at the side of the bed. In one fluid motion his tee shirt was over his head and on the floor. As his hands went to his belt buckle both Debra’s and my eyes went to his chest. It was a big broad, nearly hairless chest with the muscular shoulders and arms of the professional athlete he once was, a faint surgical scar across the right shoulder stood as mute testimony as to why he was no longer on the pitcher’s mound. As quickly as the shirt was shed, so were his jeans a pile of fabric on the floor encircling his feet. His boxers came off with the jeans and as they did a fully erect cock bounced into view. Debra had always compliment me on the size of my erections and even on occasions told her girl friends what a nice big unit I had, but Ed’s was bigger. It was longer and it was thicker. It wasn’t porn star massive but it was, without doubt, impressive and substantial. Enough so that Debra’s impassiveness dissolved rapidly replaced by excitement and curiosity.

Debra sat upright on the edge of the bed, eye level with Ed’s erection and instinctively her hands went out and she tenderly encircled it with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as far as they could go. A few gentle exploratory strokes up and down the shaft produced a large drop of pre-cum at the tip. Debra leaned forward, licked the drop off with a slow lap of her tongue, and then gently kissed the very tip of his penis that had issued her reward.

As she drew back to take another hungry look at this beautiful cock, a silvery strand of his lubrication was caught in the light as it strung from the tip of his penis to her lips. How does one explain that the sight of one’s wife kissing another man’s cock is exciting and erotic? Why does the sight of his juices on her lips excite me instead of driving me insanely jealous? I don’t know, but I do know that I could be in this exact situation with another woman and it wouldn’t be the same. Maybe it’s because I know we will recall and replay this scene over and over in our future love making, that we will share our impressions from our different vantage points and endlessly reignite our passion. I really don’t know but I do know it wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t love her.

For Debra’s part she wasn’t nearly as philosophical at this point. Her lips parted and she again leaned forward and this time took the head of Ed’s penis into her mouth. Just the head, nothing more and I knew from experience her tongue was swirling around the head and then trying to force its way as much as possible into the small slit on the very tip of this very large cock. Once again she drew back, but still with a firm grip with both hands. This time she looked up with searching eyes into Ed’s face, not asking for permission or encouragement but simply wanting to see the man that this beautiful tool controlled.

Ed returned her gaze and gently cradled her head between his hands and drew it back to the task at hand. This time when her lips parted they traveled well past the head and down the shaft until it banged up against the back of her throat and she began in earnest sucking Ed’s cock. When her mouth withdrew her hands pumped and when her mouth descended, her hands cradled and massaged his balls. She knew they held her reward and her every action was intended to coax it from them. Both Ed and I watched in fascination as she applied her skills, Ed combed her hair with his fingers and held it back so as not to let it obstruct our view.

Meanwhile I had taken the liberty to take my own cock in my hand and gently massaged and stroked it in response to seeing my wife’s increasing arousal as she sucked another man’s cock. There was no doubt in my mind but that at this point Debra’s full attention was focused solely on bringing Ed to climax with her mouth and hands but he had other ideas. His hands slid from her head to her shoulders and he eased her back onto the bed. Her eyes looked up at him half in lust and half in wonder as to what was to come next. “He’s going to fuck you now, Honey,” I whispered into her ear, “Spread your legs for him and let him in.” She nodded her understanding and promptly raised her knees and spread her legs as far as she could manage. At this point I have to add what a great partner Ed was. Though he was aroused beyond the point of normal restraint he understood this was not just about him getting laid. Without us having to tell him he somehow understood that Debra and I were making love to each other but with a little help from our friend.

He instinctively sensed the bond between us and his role in this threesome. As such he did not just dive down on Debra and hump her wildly. He stood at the side of the bed stroking his own cock as he took in the spread eagle offering before him. He then reached down and again placed his hands under Debra’s butt and this time pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He then, with one hand pressing her legs apart, with the other gripped his cock and slowly ran the head up and down Debra’s slit. When it was well lubricated he introduced the head between Debra’s lips just enough for it to disappear from sight. It seemed important to him that I see every detail of his cock entering my wife’s pussy and I must say I was spell bound and as aroused, if not more, than the two, who were actually engaged in the physical act. With each insertion he penetrated her ever so slightly more, and with each withdrawal he exited completely, ran the head of his cock the length of her slit, and briefly encountered the tip of her clit with the tip of his penis before he treated us both to another penetration. He was slow and methodical, allowing me total visual access to the process.

As he probed deeper Debra’s responses increased accordingly, her breathing deepened and she grabbed my hand and held it for reassurance. As more and more of his cock disappeared and reappeared I could see the delicate skin of Debra’s vaginal walls hugging his thick veined cock as he withdrew it and then being forced inward as he penetrated and I relished in each detail. As I watched in total fascination I briefly began to question Ed’s motives, is he doing this for my satisfaction or for his? Is he fucking her slowly and deliberately for my enjoyment or is he saying to himself watch me fuck your wife you sorry bastard. It was a fleeting thought but soon his balls were banging up against her pussy and my private show was over. With full penetration came full passion and any concern either of them may have had for me quickly evaporated into their consuming mutual lust. They were fucking in earnest now oblivious to all but the passion in their groins. I laid back and watched. Ed was totally on top of Debra pounding his cock into her with abandon. All I could see of her body were her legs splayed out from underneath him and her arms grasping his back and holding on as each thrust pushed her harder into the mattress.

I knew this wasn’t her favorite position. It was in fact her least favorite. So I wasn’t surprised when she moved her hands to Ed’s shoulders and pushed him back and upright. He looked at her with questioning eyes with his cock still buried to the hilt and remained motionless. It was Debra who disengaged and then rolled over on all fours and silently presented her ass to Ed. Ed was on his knees now and positioned between her legs. He placed his left hand on her hip and with his right hand he guided his shinny slippery cock back into her pussy. With one thrust his balls were again banging against her and within three both hands were on her hips and they had resumed their fast and furious pace. With Ed upright behind her I once again had a clear view of the actions that were making such a delicious wet slurpy slapping sound but my attention was drawn to her upper body. Her lower body seemed suspended on Ed’s cock and supported by his hands. Her upper body was kept upright only by her outstretched arms and her breasts hung straight down with hardened nipples pointing directly to the sheets but they were in constant motion. With each thrust from below her tits jiggled and danced to the rhythm.

Occasionally Debra would balance herself on one hand and massage her own breasts, while her blond hair cascaded around her face as her head kept its own rhythm. She likes her breasts massaged but not lightly rather with a firmness boarding on hard. I lay down beside her, supporting myself on my left elbow while my left hand massaged her left breast. With my right arm I encircled her chest and massaged her right breast with the firmness known to heighten her stimulation. Heighten may not be the right word because at this point, for the first time ever, I witnessed my wife’s total abandonment. “Oh yes baby . . . yes, yes, yes,” She cooed, “that feels so good. . . Fuck me. . . fuck me . . . fuck my little pussy with your great big cock . . . “ Her gyrations increased and her head and hair danced from side to side and up and down while her voice grew more demanding, even frantic, “Fuck me . . . fuck my cunt . . . fill me with your hot cum.” It was at this point that a startled look came across her face and for a brief second she returned at least partially to reality. “Can he fuck me?” she asked of me, “Can he cum in my pussy? I want to feel his cum in me.”

“If that’s what you want I’m sure he can.” I assured her. I don’t care what kind of man you are. No man can stand this for long. A beautiful naked woman on her hands and knees in front of you, her hot wet pussy wrapped around your cock and she is begging, no imploring you to fill her with cum. What’s a man to do? Beads of sweat were forming on Ed’s forehead and running down his jaw line from his sideburns but he was superbly conditioned and didn’t slow done a bit as he mercilessly pumped her – until he stopped completely. He stopped with a complete penetration and then with an additional flex of his buttocks he strove to drive his cock even deeper.

I could assume with each spasmodic twitching of his pelvis that he was squirting his sperm deep inside my wife, but I didn’t have to guess. “Oh God, I’m cumming. . .I’m cumming “ he groaned and each twitch was followed by a hard hump in an attempt at an even deeper penetration. With each hump was another squirt and this was confirmed by Debra, “He’s so big and his cock is swelling even more, Oh Gawd he’s cumming . . . he’s filling my pussy with his cum . . . Oh my Gawd its hot . . . hot, hot, hot . . . fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. . .” Debra had never had a vaginal orgasm and this time was no different but Ed was spent. He collapsed, with his cock still buried, on top of Debra forcing her face down flat on the bed.

He stayed there just long enough to gather his senses then rolled off her on the side opposite me. I watched as his semi rigid cock slipped from between my wife’s legs covered with her juices and his own cum. Debra was not satiated, she turned over on her side facing Ed and gave him a long deep kiss on the lips while her hand searched for his groin. When she found what she was reaching for she moved his entire body with a gentle tug on his fading erection not unlike leading a 2,000 lb. bull with a small nose ring. She brought him up to her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, taking just a second to savor the taste and then went back for more. I directed my attention between her legs. As she lay on her side I lifted her upper knee to improve my view. I had never seen a fresh fucked pussy before. At least not one that someone else had just fucked. I love pussy, I love to play with them, to look at them, to smell them, to touch them, to taste them and the one before me as the most beautiful I had ever seen. It was blushingly reddened and swollen and glistening wet. With two fingers I gently probed and separated her inner lips in an attempt to see the passage Ed’s cock had just exited. As I did I was treated to the sight of a large dollop of Ed’s sperm oozing slowly from my freshly fucked wife. It began to run down her thigh and with the same two fingers I scooped it up and gently massaged it over her clit and swollen lips. For a second or two – maybe for three or four I considered eating this man’s cum out of my wife’s pussy but I just wasn’t there yet and that remained in the realm of my fantasies as my own cock demanded attention.

At this point I was developing the worst case of ‘blue balls’ since being a teenager. My cock was absolutely rigid and my balls were demanding relief. As she lay on her side I positioned myself, straddling her lower leg while raising her upper leg with one hand and directing my own cock in the familiar direction of my wife’s pussy. But today it was different. In the hundreds of times I’ve fucked her before I would slide the tip of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating the tip and then making a few preliminary thrusts with first just the head, then a bit more shaft until we had achieved full penetration. Today I slid in silky smooth to the hilt on the first thrust and bathed my cock in a familiar but now cum filled vagina. She was absolutely right, it was. . . HOT, HOT, HOT. Within the first two or three thrusts my pubic hair was wet and matted with the products of her previous screwing and we made a delicious slurping noise as we fucked. I rose to my knees and lifted Debra’s pelvis with me as mine met hers at a right angle. This position has always allowed me the deepest penetration and today was no exception and the sensations were exquisite. I could feel the tip of my cock bang up against her cervix but was soon totally distracted as I watched her concentrate on licking clean every last inch of Ed’s balls and cock. First licking clean, then kissing with tender little nibbles, then drawing back, and eying her handy work while gently stroking the soft skin. She did this starting first with his balls then working her way up the shaft to the tip. I watched mesmerized, continuing to indulge my cock in this wonderful bath of her overflowing pussy but totally distracted by her worship of Ed’s cock and balls. Worship is not the right word but she did it with such reverence and devotion. No, it wasn’t worship it was more like she was cooing and coddling a new born babe and she was totally oblivious to all but the cock in her hands. And then she began to speak. Soft cooing words, tender like to a baby, came flowing out her mouth. “Oooh, you’re such a big boy,” she whispered then bent down and gently kissed the head before drawing back and caressed it once more with her eyes and finger tips, “you did such a good job. Do you know that?”

She cuddled his balls in one hand and lifted Ed’s cock up to examine the underside, “Did you like fucking my pussy? “ she asked as she ran a finger tip over the veins and urethral bulge on the underside and exploring each millimeter with her eyes. Ed’s cock was totally flaccid but engorged and large, a formidable tool and his balls hung loosely below. “You were so big and hard in my little pussy, she liked that. Yes she did.” Debra’s voice had raised slightly in pitch to her little girl voice, but then she stopped and took the entire soft cock in her mouth and savored the sensation while letting out soft moans. She withdrew it from her mouth and wiped her saliva from it with both hands. ‘I could feel you swell and throb when you came in me,” she then put one then the other ball in her mouth and sucked gently before withdrawing and saying “You boys were great, you made a lot of nice hot cream for me didn’t you, and you too,” she said taking the second ball in her mouth before returning to the cock, “you squirted it deep up inside me didn’t you? Yes you did you naughty boy . . . I could feel it, I felt you swell with each squirt and it was so hot, hot, hot.” She cooed breathlessly.

She then withdrew and once more caressed every square millimeter with her eyes, examining each little detail and committing it to memory. As she did she would nibble and kiss and lick and soon she began to get a reaction. Ed’s cock began to enlarge, “Oh look at you,” Debra whispered to the enlarging cock, “You’re beginning to wake up again aren’t you? Yea. Look at you, your getting all big again,” she said as her hand jacked him up to full erection. “You want to fuck me again don’t you? Yea, I think you got all hard again to fuck my little pussy didn’t you? Well there’s someone there right now but when he’s done that little pussy is all yours. . . yea I think she’d like that.” I watched in total fascination, nearly forgetting that it was my cock in her that she was talking about. I had settled in to a slow regular rhythm getting a full deep penetration with each thrust but concentrating on Debra’s total fascination with Ed’s cock. She began to suck and jack him off with more abandon.

At this point she seemed totally oblivious to the point that there were two men there in the room having their way with her. All she was aware of were two cocks and when she reached that point something miraculous happened. When nothing existed for her except the cock in her mouth and the one in her pussy a deep humming sound arose from her throat. When she took the cock out of her mouth the hum turned into a moan, which very soon took voice. “Oh gawd, that’s it, that’s the spot, don’t stop, don’t stop… oh yes keep fucking me with that big cock… Tell me when you’re going to cum.” Full attention, both hers and mine had been returned to my cock. Before my own voice could respond to her command to tell her of this moment, she felt the swelling inside her, “That’s it, oh yea, oh gawd Greg I’m cuming, your making me cum with your cock in my little pussy. . . fuck me … fuck me . . .oh please don’t stop… that’s it that’s it. “ I didn’t need the encouragement. Her voice trailed off as her entire body shuddered as we shared an explosive orgasm – the first vaginal orgasm of her life. However, to call it vaginal would be a gross understatement. It involved every last nerve fiber in every last inch of her entire body leaving her in the end as a speechless trembling mass.

Obviously, I too was spent, and I withdrew to lay beside her, cuddling her closely, as we celebrated the moment oblivious to all else in a post orgasmic daze. But promises had been made, promises that could not be ignored. Ed repositioned himself between Debra’s legs. The movement aroused her from her orgasmic stupor just enough to see his full erection pointing skywards but aimed in the general direction of her just fucked pussy. "Oh Ed,” she whimpered, “she is tired. . . she’s sore. . . and she’s full of cum.’ But her voice was without conviction and lacked authority, it was a meaningless protest meant to erect a façade of propriety. . . albeit a false façade. Of course it did nothing to stop Ed. He reached down and picked up her legs, one on each side of him and spread her legs. His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her pelvis towards his and in doing so he literally pulled her out of my arms.

Earlier in the evening he has been the perfect guest, concerned and considerate of his position within the threesome, he shared and strove to please both his host and hostess, now however he was over taken with passion and he was there to collect on what he had been promised. That promise was fulfilled in a single thrust when for the second time he buried his big cock in my wife’s now not quite so tight little pussy. He didn’t have the energy to maintain this upright position and he fell on her in a simple missionary position, a position Debra usually doesn’t enjoy. Her eyes were closed and she was showing no response, she was simply hanging on. His big masculine body all but covered her small female frame and all I could see were her legs locked around his and her arms around his shoulders and I watched his buttocks contract and push forward as he pumped his rod into her. After a few moments of pure missionary fucking, Ed repositioned himself on his knees, again elevating Debra’s pelvis with his hands to keep it perfectly accessible to his driving cock. In this position we both could see the lovely body he was ravishing. Though Debra still made few active movements in response to the fucking she was receiving, her breasts jiggled with each thrust and her pussy made delicious wet slurping noises in response to the in and out movements of Ed’s cock.

A quiet lull descended over the three of us and I watched mesmerized as Ed settled into a slow steady rhythm. It was then that Debra’s eyes opened. She looked directly at me but didn’t say a word but her eyes spoke in every language. Her eyes widened to saucer size with a look of bewilderment, awe, fear, surprise and pleading. The question “Are you OK?” was pursed on my lips when I saw the first tiny tremor and then watched it rapidly grow into a violent convulsive orgasm. Ed’s first orgasm was still numbing his ability to cum a second time so he continued to rhythmically pump into her as the orgasm subsided. No sooner had it faded away than Debra’s eyes again opened in searching wonderment and a new, even more intense orgasm grew from her groin. From this point on Debra was incommunicado, she couldn’t have formed a conscious thought if her life depended on it. I’d heard of fucking someone’s brains out but I thought it was only a fantasy but now here it was, happening to my wife, right in front of my eyes. She was a rag doll on the end of Ed’s cock with no cognitive brain function as the orgasms poured over her one after another. Ed also had few conscious thoughts, the first time he fucked my wife he was slow and considerate enjoying all ramifications of the threesome and concerned for all three’s enjoyment and fulfillment. Now he was simply concentrating on the release from the fiery tempest Debra had kindled when she cooed and cuddled his cock back to life. Having already cum once just a short time ago that release was longer in coming but he continued a regular rhythm and as he did beads of perspiration formed on his brow and upper lip, soon it was trickling down his temples and then in increasing rivulets down the center of his chest and abdomen until it entered the thick triangle of hair beginning below his bellybutton and extending down to encompass his cock and balls.

There his sweat joined with the cum of Debra’s two previous encounters and her own liberal lubrication to bathe each penetration with a thick musky cocktail producing a sensuous rhythmic abundance of smells, sights and sounds. But the rhythm didn’t last. Soon I saw Ed make an even deeper penetration and hold it there just a few seconds longer while his buttock contracted with increased and sustained force. The next withdraw and penetration was even quicker and deeper if that was even possible and held even longer while Ed’s head whip lashed backwards. I knew that for the third time this evening my wife’s tight little pussy was being filled with another load of hot cum. Two or three more of these intense rapid ejaculating penetrations occurred with the only recognition of the event being simultaneous low guttural incoherent moans from both Ed and Debra.

Ed was spent, in more ways than one. He dropped Debra’s pelvis back to the bed and collapsed on top of her, after a couple quick breaths he rolled off to the side and in doing so dislodged his still impressively engorged cock with an audible plop. Lying there before me was my thrice-fucked wife, her chest heaving with each breath. Her long blonde hair a mess and matted to her forehead and cheek with sweat, her eyes closed and her extended legs still spread the width of Ed’s body. Her first movement was to stretch her legs, she flexed her left leg bending her knee to a right angle and leaving it lay flat on the bed, the right leg she drew up with her knee in the air and her foot flat on the bed and between her legs was a rapidly expanding wet spot as the excess produce of our love making slowly trickled from her.

I scooped her up in my arms, her entire body was trembling uncontrollably and when I held her close I could feel her heart pounding against her chest wall shaking by own body with each beat. She was breathless, she was exhausted, she was satiated and she was safe in my arms.