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French Kiss
by Yarblack 1998 (address withheld)
***
An American couple put up two French business colleagues
of the husband's at their home, but when the wife is
offended by their lack in interest in her, hubby works
out a plan. (MF, MMF, voy, swingers)
***
I am married to a wonderful and exciting woman. She's
29 years-old and gets prettier everyday. Susan is a
vivacious brunette with brown eyes. I was in lust with
her body the first time I saw her. I still am. Sue is
5'9", with long shapely legs that are situated below a
tight pear-shaped ass. Her bust is about a 34C and she
has a washboard stomach from the 100 sit-ups she does
everyday. Needless to say I am a very lucky man.
I work for an industrial engineering firm that designs
and manufactures high-end industrial equipment,
assembly-line robots, aerospace equipment and the like.
One of the perks is I get to travel frequently on
business. Sue works at an accounting firm and gets to
travel quite a bit herself; unfortunately we rarely get
to travel together with the exception of vacations.
Believe it or not this has actually helped our love
life. When we are apart our libidos seem to go into
overdrive, like an itch you can't scratch. Our reunions
turn into these sex crazed frenzies. We have had sex in
the airport parking lot a few times and we have gone
down on each other in the car on the way home. Sue
always made these extravagant plans for my homecomings.
She would pickup me up at the train or the plane
wearing no underwear and a short shirt.
On our anniversary two years ago she picked me up in a
limo. She was waiting for me at the terminal wearing
the fur coat she had inherited from an aunt (a black
sable coat worth more than my car) and a pair of heels.
She was standing talking to the driver when I
approached. When we got into the limo she raised the
partition so the driver wasn't visible, picked up the
phone and told him to take the long way home. Sue then
slid the sable coat off to reveal that she wasn't
wearing anything other than her shoes.
She quickly undid my pants and wrapped her mouth around
my cock until I was hard. Before I could cum she
stopped, leaned back in the seat and pushed my face to
her pussy. I licked her vigorously until she came with
a shudder and a small gasp. I moved to place my rock
hard prick into her wet snatch. I rocked on the balls
of feet, pumping in and out of my wife as the limousine
made tits way to our home. Soon I was grunting and
Susan was moaning loudly.
There was no way the driver couldn't have known what we
were doing. Before we were home I shot a week's worth
of sperm into my willing wife. Susan is a very
intelligent woman but she also can be very naive at
times, almost an airhead. I love putting her on. I'll
tell her an outrageous story I made up with a straight
face then wait a few days for her to repeat it to
someone.
She usually laughs after the initial anger disappears.
Before you get the idea that I make her look foolish
because I'm sick or sadistic you have to understand
that Sue has three older brothers. I think one of the
reasons she was attracted to me was I was somewhat like
her brothers. Growing up they teased her constantly.
She always got even though and she always gets even
with me. With the help of her father, Susan became a
master at practical jokes. She would tell her brothers
that their dates had left messages canceling their
dates or telling them that the pool party they were
going to was now a formal dinner or vice versa. She
pulled practical jokes on me all the time. For my
birthday a few years ago I deduced that Susan was
throwing me a surprise party. My only mistake was that
she wasn't. I started hinting that I knew she was to
friends and family.
Someone asked her if she was giving me a party, and
when she said no, the person told her I was convinced
she was. So she did. The day came. I expected this big
shindig that night so when we stopped in Mc Donald's
for lunch imagine my surprise when all my friends and
relatives were there shouting surprise. Sue booked a
kid's party at Mc Donalds for her 32 year-old husband.
She made me wear a crown while all the other customers
cracked up at my expense when they realized I was the
guest of honor. I have always tried to play practical
jokes on her but mine always fizzle. Until just
recently.
My company was working on a joint project with a French
company. We provided the hardware and did the
manufacturing and they handled the software. The
project was in the design stage for 2 years and was
nearing production. I was being sent to France for a
few weeks to work with the French techs. I speak French
fluently due to the fact that I was a military brat and
my father was stationed in Europe when I was in grade
school. I picked up the language then and just kept it
up over the years.
It is very valuable skill in the business world. While
in France I became friendly with two of my colleagues,
Michel and Peter. I was having some problems with my
hotel during the first week and Peter and Michel moved
me into their apartment for the duration of my stay.
The hotel had a thing for Americans they told me and I
shouldn't have been booked there in the first place. I
stayed with these guys, they showed me some of the
nightlife and we got along real well. Both spoke
English very well with Peter be the more proficient.
Both of these gentlemen were real-life lady killers.
Their phone rang constantly with calls from women at
all hours. They would have women knocking on the door
at 2 or 3 in the morning.
Most of the time with a few drinks in them but Peter
and Michel weren't the type to disappoint a lady. Peter
was 6'1", black hair he kept in a small pony tail and
brown eyes. He was the catalog version of tall, dark
and handsome. Michel was 6', light brown hair with
piercing hazel eyes like a cat's. Both guys lifted
weights every morning on a weight bench in the corner
of the living room and it showed. I lifted weights also
but I had to take weight off the bar after they were
done just to get started.
We became rather good friends in the few weeks I was
there and I promised to return their hospitality if
they wanted to come to the States. I returned home and
resumed my life.
Six months later I came into work and guess who was
there. Peter and Michel had been sent over here to
oversee any problems with the finished product as it
came out of production and was given field tests. I
went home that night and asked Susan if it would be all
right all if the guys stayed here. We had the room.
When I was still single I had inherited a little bit of
money from an uncle. He was career military man and a
bachelor.
In his will he told me take a nice vacation with some
of the money and use the rest to make a down payment on
a house. I had worked at construction while in high
school and college and enjoyed working with my hands.
So I bought a handy man special, ten rooms with a pool
and spa. It was a converted farm house with a detached
barn that was now the garage.
The previous owners had been involved in a nasty
divorce and they had trashed the place. It took me
until 3 months after I had married Sue to reach the
point where it was presentable enough to have guests
over. That was a few years ago and I have finished the
house, almost. Susan said sure, they were welcome. Then
the evil part of my brain kicked in.
I told her that they only spoke French. I figured that
was a joke I would get a couple of hours out of. I also
suggested that she watch herself around these two
because they were passionate Frenchman and avowed
ladies' men. I warned her that these guys eyed anything
in a skirt.
I told her that they didn't do it on purpose. They
couldn't help it when they were around an attractive
woman. I called the guys at their hotel and told them
to check out in the morning then they could follow me
home after work. I spoke to Peter in French on the
phone and told him I would explain the next day. The
next day I explained to them what I had told Sue. They
agreed to play along and
Michel added something to it. After I told them how I
had teased Sue about how she should watch out for them,
he suggested they go out of their way to ignore her as
if they didn't find her the least bit attractive. I was
game and so were they. We headed home. I introduced
them to my wife. Peter commented in French, "This is
going to be harder then I thought. You are a lucky
man."
Susan looked at the smile that crossed my face, "Well
Mike, what did he say?"
I quickly replied, "Just saying what a great house we
have." He added, "It's going to be hard to ignore such
a beautiful woman. I don't know how long this prank is
going to last."
"Pleased to meet you," I translated for Sue.
Susan had made a salad and bought steak for me to throw
on the grill for the four of us. We ate on the patio
beside the pool after opening a bottle of wine. I spoke
with Peter and Michel in French and translated for
Sue's benefit when needed.
The guys were doing well acting ignorant of the English
language. Soon Susan started making comments that she
wouldn't have if she had known that our guests were
able to understand. She grinned mischievously, "I could
use a good humping tonight, Mike." When I blushed and
glanced towards the guys she purred, "They don't have a
clue what I'm talking about. Don't be a prude."
Neither Peter nor Michel reacted to my wife's comment.
Michel remarked, "This might be a lot of fun. She is
going to kill you when she finds out but..."
That night we made love. Afterwards Susan remarked on
how good looking the two Frenchmen were. She understood
why they were such studs with the ladies. Over the next
couple of days we made our guest feel at home. We made
dinner each night and on the weekend we took them to
dinner then dancing. Susan watched in amazement at how
many women threw themselves at Peter and Michel.
I realized it was cramping their style not being able
to speak English in front of my wife so I left with
Sue. We were the only 2 that made it home that night.
On the ride home Susan remarked that the guys were
checking out every girl in the club. I mentioned that
they always do that. Sue in a hurt sort of voice said,
"They haven't checked me out yet."
"Yes, they have."
"No, Mike, They haven't. I would know if they had."
"Maybe you didn't notice, that's all or maybe they just
being polite since we are their hosts or else they've
been real sneaky about it."
Susan pouted, "They should have noticed me. I'm not
homely. We are living in the same house there should
have some kind of male reaction to the only female in
the house. Yet they don't look at me like they look at
the rest of the women."
I let it rest for the night.
Peter crawled in about 9 AM, Michel just after Noon. "I
love America!" was all Michel said before going to his
room for a nap.
For the next week my wife tried to get noticed by the
Frenchmen. They started giving me reports at work. Our
hours were a little different at work with me starting
at 9 and Peter and Michel coming in between 10 and 12
to account for the time difference so they could
contact their company with progress reports or to get
info.
Sue left for work 40 minutes after I did because her
commute was only about ten minutes. Sue also had and
early day every Friday getting out at 2 o'clock. Every
other Thursday both guys worked late then had Friday
off. This left a number of times when Susan was in the
house with one or both of the guys while I was out.
Michel told me how my wife walked into the kitchen
wearing a very short robe one morning while he was
sitting there having coffee.
She proceeded to look for something in the top cabinets
so that her ass just barely showed. She watched him in
a mirror we have hanging in the kitchen in the kitchen.
He said it took all his willpower not to look. Peter
recalled how "forgot" to button up her blouse this
morning as she left for work. He caught a glimpse of a
very sheer bra and her cleavage before she left.
He watched from behind the curtain as she buttoned up
before she got into her car. We had a good laugh over
Sue's predicament. She was determined to be noticed.
The weather was warming up and I decided to open the
pool over the weekend. This led to some more unreal
situations with Susan and the two Frenchman.
On Sunday it was in the 80's and the water was warm
enough so you could swim. After lunch the sun was
shining in the yard so we decided to try the water. We
all went to change. Peter and Michel were in the pool
first. Our bedroom overlooks the pool and I was
surprised when Sue stopped dressing and stared into the
yard.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I think they forgot to pack bathing suits."
I looked and both guys were free-birding it. Not a
stitch on. "Well, I told them to make themselves at
home. I guess they don't usually wear bathing suits.
I'll go Americanize them before you get down."
They laughed when I explained what Sue had witnessed.
They said it was a joke and were going to put their
suits on. They quickly climbed out as Sue stepped
outside. I was impressed. First by how well-endowed
both men were. Peter was 6 inches limp and Michel was
larger than that. Secondly that they didn't let their
jaws drop to the floor when they got a look at my wife.
She was wearing a pink crocheted string bikini that
just covered her. She looked awesome. The guys just
nodded embarrassedly and went inside. Sue's mouth was
open in surprise. "Did you see the size of their
equipment!" she exclaimed.
I nodded.
"No wonder they do so well with the ladies," she
continued.
The guys returned wearing swim trunks and we spent the
afternoon frolicking in the water innocently. The next
day at work the guys told me they were going out of
their minds. Not only was it funny how my wife was
trying to attract them at every moment but she was in
sexual overdrive. We were fucking very night and from
what they were telling me, we weren't quiet about it.
Susan was getting bolder also. Last night after we made
love, I had fallen asleep. Susan had gone downstairs to
the kitchen for a snack wearing the sheer shortie-
nightie and she had been wearing it when we started to
make love. The master bedroom is in the rear corner of
the 2nd floor. To get to the kitchen you can either go
out into the 2nd floor hallway then down the stairs
that leads to the living room and dinning room and into
the kitchen or you go through our walk-in closet to the
family room then down the stairs directly into the
kitchen.
Michel and Peter were in the living room watching a
movie (they weren't supposed to understand English but
Susan never asked why they watched TV so much ). Sue
took the long way waving to the guys as she passed. She
then stood with the refrigerator door open drinking
something.
The guys told me the light from the fridge made the
nightie transparent. Sue had to know this when she did
it. She finished her drink and walked past them pausing
hallway up to the stairs to say good night. The guys
got an eye full of my wife but didn't react. They just
waved their hands over their heads and turned back to
the television.
I have to admit every time Peter or Michel told me
another episode about my wife exposing herself to them,
I was getting turned on. Every chance we got Susan and
I made love. She was just as horny as I was and I
thought I knew why. It was turning her on also. I saw a
pattern emerging, the bolder she was trying to get the
guys attention, the more intense our lovemaking was.
One night before we made love, I sat on the edge of the
bed and mentioned that we should try and keep it down a
little bit.
"Keep what down?" Sue asked demurely.
"The noise. The guys have been teasing me about how
vocal "WE" are." I explained.
"By "WE" you mean me? Their rooms are at the other end
of the house so they can't possibly hear me, unless
they have their ears to the door."
"Sue, you know you can be pretty loud at times. Anyway
they don't seem to mind. Peter said he even enjoys it."
We began to make love. As I thrust slowing in and out
of my wife, enjoying her slit tight cunt, she asked,
"What did Peter mean, he enjoys it?" as she thrust back
at me.
I'd made that part up so I figured I might as well run
with it since she seemed to be excited by it, so I
lied, "He said he was jerking off listening to us,
well, you actually."
"But neither one of them has even given me a second
look. Yet they get turned on listening to me fuck you?"
I forgot they weren't supposed to notice her. "It's not
that they haven't noticed you honey. They just don't
trust themselves around you. They didn't say that, but
I get the feeling that you're turning them on and
they're trying to be polite by not staring or flirting
because you're my wife."
Sue was really into it now, matching me thrust for
thrust as our conversation moved along.
"You... really... think... I turn... them on?" She drew
the last word out as she spasmed with an orgasm as I
ground against her mound, rubbing her clit against my
pubic bone.
Then after Sue had recovered she climbed on top of me
and proceeded to blow me. She continued to talk between
strokes. "Did you notice..." -stroke- "how big," -
stroke- "their dicks," -stroke- "are?"
She was quiet then. She was making love to my cock
until I came in a gush in her mouth. I really hadn't
paid attention to what she was saying until I had come.
I bet she wasn't thinking about my cock while she was
sucking me dry.
***
That night while we slept for a time I awoke and I
heard Susan talking in her sleep. I couldn't tell what
she was saying other than two names, Michel and Peter.
Curious and since neither off us had bothered to dress
earlier, I placed a finger at my wife's pussy slit. It
was sopping wet. She rolled over at my touch so I just
went back to sleep. But a plan starting to take shape
in my mind as I dozed off.
I was intrigued by that fact that Susan was turned-on
by this game I had devised. What made it more of a
turn-on for me was that I wasn't sure how far I or Sue
was willing to go before it ended.
***
At work Monday morning I found out I had to make a trip
to a client to troubleshoot a product. It was a 4 hour
drive so I made plans to stay overnight at least and
maybe a few days if necessary. That meant my wife and
our two French guests would be alone for a day or two.
The trouble with the product had to do with moisture
shorting out the power supply. It took me 4 trips to
figure out what was wrong and how to rectify it. Over
the course of three weeks I wasn't home for 13 days.
Three days at the clients, back home, then 2 days there
then back home and so son for three weeks.
When I was home my wife and I fucked each other's
brains out. I started talking about her getting fucked
by some stranger's big cock while we made love then I
started suggesting she was getting fucked by two big
cocks. A few days later I tried telling her that she
was getting fucked by two strangers with big dicks
while I was away.
The last fantasy I tried on her as we made love was I
was watching her in bed with 2 guys fucking her every-
which-way. I ended up by telling her she was fucking
Michel and Peter while I watched.
I had never seen Susan as excited as she was when I
told her step by step how it would happen when she
fucked these two French men. I was as excited as I have
ever been also. We were humping two or three times a
night when we talked the scenarios through while making
love. Sue started joining in more and more when she
realized I was turned-on by the thought of her fucking
our guests. Her tales all involved Peter and Michel.
The other big thing that was happening when I wasn't
home was related to me by our guests. It seems that on
the days when I was gone Sue had the habit of leaving
the bedroom door open when she was dressing or
undressing. I also noticed that when it was my turn to
do the laundry that Sue seemed to be wearing all her
really sexy undergarments when I wasn't home. The guys
were catching glimpses of her in g-strings and sheer
bras.
A few times they caught her in stockings and garters as
she walked past the bedroom door to the closet for her
dress. The idea of my wife having sex with our two
French guests intrigued me to say the least. I just
wasn't sure how to set it up without freaking Sue out.
***
One Sunday afternoon the four of us were swimming in
the pool and I decided to make some Pina Coladas. The
combination of the rum and the sun had a pretty strong
effect on all of us. I decided to test the waters so to
speak. Peter and Michel were wearing small tight Speedo
type trunks.
I started asking my wife what she thought about the
guys' bodies. Sue still didn't know they understood
English so after a few drinks she was letting her mouth
move faster than her brain. "They are great. Very sexy.
Muscles in all the right places and the packages. Umm,
tempting," she commented with a gleam in her eye.
I taunted, "Do you think you could handle them in bed?"
"It would certainly be interesting to try. If it worked
out I might go back to France with them, then what
would you do smart guy?"
By now Peter and Michel were staring at us. Susan was
laying face down on a chaise and I was sitting under an
umbrella at the patio table.
"I think you need some lotion before you start to
burn," I told her.
"It's on the table. Would you mind?"
In French I asked, "Any volunteers?"
Peter was quickest. My heart was racing as Peter
squeezed lotion onto his palms and began rubbing it
into my wife's back and shoulders. Susan lay there
enjoying her quasi massage. Peter kept going rubbing
the lotion on her lower back.
The sight of my wife in a tiny string bikini glistening
with sweat and suntan lotion was mesmerizing as Peter's
hands methodically worked lower and lower. He was now
working lotion into Sue's tanned firm thighs. I watched
fascinated wondering where this was going.
Abruptly Peter stood up with an obvious erection and
jumped into the pool.
Sue sat up looked at me then went into the house.
"What happened?" I asked Peter when he came back out of
the pool.
"You sure you want to know?" he asked with a guilty
look.
I nodded. He looked quickly at Michel before turning to
me and answering. "I think your wife came while I was
rubbing her thighs. I wasn't sure how far you wanted me
to go so I decided to cool off before I did anything
that might have..."
"You could have gone as far as you wanted," I
interrupted.
I explained that I was hoping something would happen
and I thought that my wife would be more than willing.
I blame a lot of what I said on the alcohol but I kept
talking just the same. I told them that Sue and I were
fantasizing about her going to be with both of them at
the same time, a menage atrois, with me watching.
Both men, once they were sure I was serious, told me
any time if Sue was willing. I guess all that teasing
and showing off she was doing had gotten to them.
I wasn't sure what to do next though.
***
I spent the next week thinking about it. Peter and
Michel asked a couple of times if I was still
considering that scenario. I kept bringing it up with
Sue to see what her reaction was. If we were having sex
she as all for it if we weren't she kept saying I
wouldn't go through with it. Our project at work was
moving fine and I wasn't surprised when the guys told
me they were headed home in a week or so. I had to move
fast or it wasn't going to happen.
I made plans with Peter and Michel for Friday. I was
going to take Sue out for dinner and I wanted them to
meet us at the house that night. I wanted to surprise
Sue so she wouldn't have a chance to change her mind.
I left work early Friday and told her to meet me for
lunch at the mall. I took her shopping telling her that
we were going to dinner at a really fancy restaurant
and she should buy something nice to wear. I made
suggestions on the type of dress.
She finally picked out a short, tight like an Oriental
style dress. When I walked her over to Victoria's
Secret and suggested she buy something to wear
underneath, she knew something was in the works. She
took my charge card and my suggestion.
We went home and got ready for dinner. Sue looked
spectacular. Her dress was black and red. She had on a
lacy merry-widow bustier with sheer panties and
stockings attached to garters from the bustier under
her dress with pair black pumps. She looked exceedingly
sexy.
At the restaurant all the mens' heads turned to follow
my beautiful wife. I playfully dropped my hand on her
thigh during dinner and let my fingers roam to the tops
of her stockings. I ordered I bottle of good wine and
made sure Sue's glass stayed full. We had a nice
dinner. Before we left I excused myself to go to the
men's room and called home. I told the guys we would be
home in 30 minutes.
I had set my plan in motion and I wouldn't be able to
turn back now. On the drive home I slid my hand up
Sue's dress and slipped a finger under her panties. I
worked my finger in and out as we drove home. I parked
the car in the garage.
The house had a few lights on but not many. We walked
in and went directly to our bedroom.
Sue asked, "What is this?" when she saw candles burning
in our room.
"Part of your surprise honey."
"Just part?" she wanted to know.
I helped her remove her dress as I kissed her deeply.
"Put this on and sit on the bed." I told her as I
handed her a blindfold. She placed it over her head,
covering her eyes. I went to the door where I waved
Peter and Michel quietly into the room. Both men were
wearing silk boxers and had the beginning of a hard-on.
Sue was sitting on the foot of the bed looking very
sexy in her bustier and stockings. I approached her.
Kissing her passionately I started to loosen the
bustier so her tits were exposed with her firm nipples
pointing forward. I asked her to detail w she would
handle Peter and Michel in bed. She graphically
described what she wanted them to do to her.
"I want them to lick my pussy."
I slid her panties off over her stockings and shoes and
pushed her softly back on the bed.
"Keep telling me while I eat your pussy," I commanded
before I crawled away and motioned for Peter to take my
place. Peter knelt at the foot of the bed and began
licking my wife's pussy.
She kept talking between moans, "While one licked me I
would lick the other... ohh, yeah. I would have the
other put his, ohhh that feels soooo good... big cock
in my mouth. Ohhh I want you inside me."
Peter looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. Peter
stood and slipped his boxers off. I was amazed at the
size of his cock ,it must have been 11 inches long. He
placed the head gently at the entrance to my wife's
cunt then slowly pushed it in, inch by inch.
Sue gasped, "Oh fuck, you're a god!, shove harder,
please harder!"
Michel not wanting to be left out shed his shorts and
moved to the side of the bed. Before Sue knew what was
happening he placed the head of his cock to her nipple
lightly brushing it. I went to the other side of the
bed and placed my mouth on her nip e gently licking it.
"What?! Who!?" she didn't get to finish her question
because Michel slid his cock into her mouth before she
could close it.
I whispered, "Just relax honey, this is both our
fantasies come true." I slid the blindfold off. Her
eyes were wide but she didn't protest. Peter was moving
at a frantic pace now and Sue was holding onto Michel's
cock with one hand as her head bobbed on his 10 inch
pole.
I knew that things could go horribly wrong if Sue
didn't accept this situation but when her body
stiffened momentarily then she moaned loudly bucking
her hips violently into Peter as she came for the first
time.
Peter withdrew and turned my wife around so she was on
her knees facing him. Michel stood behind my wife and
entered her wet stretched pussy easily. Sue looked
amazed at the size of Peter cock as lustily wrapped her
mouth around it. I stood there watching, playing with
my stiff manhood as my wife was fucking and sucking two
French men. They had a rhythm going now. It reminded me
of lumberjacks working a two man saw.
Michel thrust forward into my wife's cunt, pushing her
forward making more of Peter huge cock disappear into
her open mouth. It wasn't long before Peter started to
gro and his hips buckled as he came deep in Sue's
mouth. Sue started to come almost at the same time
pushing harder into Michel's dick as Peter's spunk
overwhelmed her mouth.
I watched as his jism leaked out of her mouth and
ripped onto her chin. Peter stepped away and gestured
for me to take his place. I hurriedly took his place. I
not sure Sue was even aware it was my cock in her
mouth. Her eyes were out of focused and glazed over
with lust. She seemed to be having explosive orgasms
every few minutes.
I came quickly spewing my load all over my wife's face
and hair. Michel was still going strong. He pulled out
long enough to turn Sue onto her back before entering
her again. Sue was long gone at this point. She didn't
know who was fucking her and she didn't seem to care as
long as she had cock in her.
"Fuck me harder! Yess! Like that!" was all she kept
saying, over and over again.
Michel had stamina. He kept pounding away at her and
she came half a dozen times that I could tell. I was
getting hard again from watching and I wasn't the only
one, Peter was erect again.
Michel couldn't hold out any longer. He arched his back
as he pulled out of her pussy and came on my wife's
chest and stomach. I watched the sperm glisten and roll
along Sue's cleavage as and once again hard Peter
replaced Michel between Sue's legs Sue wrapped her legs
around his waist as he violently thrust his cock into
her cunt. Peter was a complete contrast to Michel.
Michel was smooth and steady. Peter was fast and
furious.
Peter pulled Sue up and let her weight force her deep
onto his c k. He then lay back on the bed with Sue
straddling him. Sue was bouncing up and down on his
dick. She increased her pace.
At first only about 8 inches were making it into her
pussy then as she moved faster more went in until soon
all 11 inches were ne. Sue was bucking frantically then
she came tremendously as Peter grabbed her by the hips
and forcefully pushed her down onto his cock as he came
deep inside her.
Peter's cum was dripping out of my wife's pussy and
down the sides of Peter's shriveled penis. I looked at
Sue in amazement. She was a sticky, gooey mess. She had
cum in her hair, on her face and neck, on her chest and
belly and even her ass and thighs. Her stockings were
ruined. They were stained and had runs in them.
Sue was exhausted. She rolled over and closed her eyes
and went to sleep. The guys and I went to the kitchen
and had a beer together and something to eat. I
couldn't thank them enough. They couldn't thank me
enough either.
***
The next morning Sue was embarrassed by what had
happened when we all had breakfast together. That ended
quickly when she realized we were all speaking English.
She got up and went to the sink and grabbed the spray
faucet and hosed us all down saying, "You Bastards! You
understood every word I said. And YOU! You put them up
to it!" she glared at me with false reprove.
***
A few days later they left for home telling me, "Next
time you visit us, bring your wife, okay?"
I said that I had planned on it.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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