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Helen shivered slightly, then turned and looked at me. "JoAnna, please answer the door." I was kneeling at her feet. Paralyzed by fear and exhaustion, I did not respond. "JoAnna!" Helen's voice was sharper now. She reached down and slapped my left cheek. "Move!" "Wait till you see who it is, darling," Denise said to me as I struggled to rise to my feet. "You'll be proud of your Mistress." Once I was standing Denise swatted my ass. "Hurry, JoAnna! Your Mistress can't wait forever." I felt empty and numb. I walked slowly toward the door. I told myself I didn't care about the stranger standing on the other side of the door, this stranger who had come to possess my wife in front of my eyes. I told myself I was past caring. Helen was no longer my wife. I was no longer her husband. I was now just her slave, a piece of her property, a plaything, that didn't, couldn't, have feelings. I stopped at the door and absently adjusted my brassiere. My hand touched the doorknob and I began to shake. Suddenly I was miles high on a frozen precipice, whipped by a thousand howling winds. I knew once I opened the door, once I saw him, Helen's intended lover, once I saw his face, I would step off the cliff and my life would never be the same. I turned, filled with dread and a rising panic, and stared at Helen. I wanted to say something but the words would not form in my mind. "No, JoAnna." My wife's voice was soft but unyielding. "This is going to happen." She smiled faintly at me. "It has to happen. You know that, don't you?" I looked at my wife and wondered if I did know. Something about her, perhaps the white dress, or her full makeup or that look of unbridled anticipation in her eyes, brought up images of our wedding day: Her voice, husky but strong, repeating, "forsaking all others, til death do us part," the words echoing through the small, stone church. The way her full lips parted and her eyes closed just before I kissed her at the alter. That slow, maddening drive to Boston. The tender way we made love each day in the New England twilight. I dropped my head and turned back to the door. My right high heel caught in the carpet. One of my stockings was bunched at the ankle. I bit my lip, took a breath and opened the door. It was Jack Ryan. Tall, broad shoulders, a tanned, leathery, compelling face above an open, black shirt. Although I had met the fifty year old owner of the company Helen worked for several times, I was suddenly struck by how much larger he was than me. He towered over me like some giant down from the sky. I stood aside quickly and dropped my head. "Jack!" Both Helen and Denise were coming toward Ryan. "Good evening, ladies. I trust I'm not late." His voice was smooth and deep, with just a trace of an accent. I noticed he held a bottle of wine in one of his huge hands. Denise got to Ryan first. They hugged. He kissed her hard on the mouth. She pulled away. "My God, Jack, you smell like some magnificent animal. If it wasn't Helen's first night I'd fuck you right here, standing up!" "Hello, Jack," Helen said shyly from four feet away. "Did you have a chance to review the Madsen proposal?" Ryan laughed loudly, the sound booming in the small room. "You're a bit nervous about this, aren't you Helen?" He reached out and took her hands, then pulled Helen toward him and gently hugged her. "That Madsen thing was your usual first rate work, dear; but there'll be no more talking shop tonight." His back was toward me; Helen's face looked radiant above his massive shoulder and half framed by his silver hair. She did not look at me. Her eyes were nearly closed. I could not turn away, caught by the same fascination I had felt at eighteen when I'd seen the bloody aftermath of a train and bus collision. As I watched, Helen's hands came up Ryan's wide back. Slowly, as if in a trance, she tilted her face up and softly kissed him on the cheek. His face turned toward hers. They kissed. "Now, now, you two; not yet!" Denise had her hands on her mannish hips. "Besides, Helen, isn't there someone you want Jack to meet?" I cringed and tried to melt into the wall by the door. Denise laughed. "I hope you've got plenty of energy tonight, Jack. You've got three women here, you know." "Jack, this is JoAnna." Helen said after pulling away from Ryan's embrace with obvious reluctance. "You'll have to excuse her. This is the first time she's been around a man." Ryan turned and grinned at me. "JoAnna! Yes, good to meet you. Helen's kept me well informed of your progress." My cheeks burned. Who else knew about what had happened to me? Ryan looked at my wife. "She's as pretty as you said. I swear, If I didn't know the truth I'd be asking for her number!" He laughed. Denise joined in and Helen smiled. JoAnna," Helen said, "bring us all a drink." She glanced at Ryan. "Wild Turkey?" He nodded. Grateful for the escape, I hurried toward the kitchen. A moment later I was joined by Denise. "Helen said there were tiny meatballs?" I nodded toward the refrigerator. The brunette opened the door, bent down and peered inside. "Where? Oh, nevermind..." I filled Ryan's glass with whiskey. "God, if I didn't love Helen so much I'd be unbearably jealous," Denise said, sliding the plate of appetizers off the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. "That man has the sweetest cock in the world." She grinned at me. I tried to ignore her as I poured Helen's vodka. "But I'll share a secret with you, JoAnna," Denise leaned toward me, her hunter's eyes sparkling in the harsh kitchen light. "After Helen has her fill, I intend to have that cock up my cunt." She reached down, her hand groping for my balls. She found them and squeezed until I winced. "You can watch me, too. Maybe I'll even let you help." I turned away from her, reaching for a another glass from the cabinet to my right. Denise jerked me around by the shoulder to face her. The glass nearly fell from my hand. "Never do that again, JoAnna. Never turn away from me when I am talking to you!" Her nails gripped my bare arm. "Do you understand me?" "Yes," I mumbled, nodding. "I want you on your knees, now," she said, pushing me down. "Hurry, you clumsy slut!" When I was positioned to please her she lifted her skirt. "Pull my panties to one side and lick my cunt." I shivered and leaned toward the exposed crotch of her black panties. After fumbling with the thin material, I managed to pull the fabric to one side. Frustrated by my slowness, Denise roughly pushed my face into the thick growth of black pubic hair. Blindly my tongue probed for her vagina. "Yes, but higher," Denise hissed at me. "There, yes, harder." I had found her clitoris. I pushed heavily against her. Her legs moved wider apart. Her pelvis jerked against my face. "Oh, do that again, you wicked girl!" Her cunt was now full of pungent wetness. "I'll tell you another little secret, JoAnna, about Jack. If you play your cards right..." "My, my!" It was Helen's voice. I tried to pull back so I could look at her, but Denise pushed my head back into her crotch. "We're starving out here and now I find the hired help humping in the kitchen." Denise laughed but continued grinding her cunt against my face. "You may be starving, Helen, but by the look of your makeup and dress it isn't these little meatballs you want." I tried to suppress the thought of what Helen had been doing in the living room. "Besides," Denise laughed, "you wouldn't begrudge the bridesmaid a quickie to take the edge off, would you?" "I suppose not," Helen replied, her voice filled with humour. "And I imagine Jack and I can find ways to amuse ourselves. God, he's fantastic, isn't he?" "I told you, but wait till you see his cock, Helen!" "If it's half as big as it feels..." Her words flashed like fire through my body. My tongue stopped flicking through Denise's vagina and shrank back into my mouth. "JoAnna," the brunette growled, "don't be so silly!" Nails pressed painfully into my scalp. Reluctantly I resumed caressing her. "Denise, I think we should tie JoAnna." Helen voice was matter of fact. "There's rope and a gag in the top drawer in the bedroom. "After you finish with her, can you...?" "Certainly, darling." I heard Helen walk away. Suddenly I wanted Denise to come as quickly as possible. Whatever was going to happen in the living room I wanted to see. I drove into her, my tongue trilling across her slippery flesh as rapidly as I could make it. "Oh, God, yes!" the brunette moaned. My jaw burned and pain flowed from the back of my throat. Finally, just as I was beginning to doubt my ability to continue, Denise shivered, her knees buckling. "Damn! Yes, you slut! Yes!" Ten minutes later I was sitting in the living room, my arms tied behind my back and my legs bound securely at the ankles. I was also gagged. My arms and back were against the wall opposite the couch. Denise lounged beside me, sitting cross-legged on an overstuffed cushion. Ryan and my wife were on the right side of the couch. Helen's shoes and stockings were off and Ryan was naked to the waist. They were kissing. "I hope I didn't tie you too tight, darling; can you feel your hands?" Denise whispered, her eyes locked on Helen and Ryan. "But Helen was probably right. It will be easier for you this way." Helen's left hand was on Ryan's cheek. I watched as it moved down his neck, across his broad chest and onto the buckle of his black belt. "Jack?" Helen whispered. "Can I please take your pants off?" He nodded, then slowly rose to his feet. My wife quickly unfastened the buckle, then slowly eased his trousers down his legs. I was surprised; he was wearing small, blue briefs. He deftly stepped out of the pants and kicked them away. Helen slid to her knees on the carpet in front of Ryan, then pressed the side of her face against the huge bulge in his underwear. "It's so warm," she murmured, "so big." She nuzzled against him for a silent moment, then reached up and cupped her hands over the waistband of his briefs. She looked up at him questioningly. Again he nodded. As if to savor her anticipation, Helen eased the blue briefs slowly down his pale hips, her eyes wide with eagerness. Denise had been right. Jack Ryan's cock was huge. It sprang out, freed from confinement, like a anxious St. Benard puppy, nearly striking Helen's face. I had never seen another man's penis erect before. I knew enough, however, to appreciate that Ryan's cock was truely extraordinary. It was impossibly long, amazingly thick and perfectly formed. I was filled with a bitter envy. "Good God, JoAnna, isn't it something?" Denise whispered. I noticed she was lightly stroking her breasts. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? And he's nothing even fully hard yet." My wife leaned back, then looked up at Ryan's face. "Oh, Jack, its a monster!" She smiled softly at him. "A beautiful monster." She hesitantly touched his cock with both her hands. "I'm not sure I'm woman enough..." My face burned. I wanted to kill him. As Helen reverently lifted his cock toward her face, Ryan turned his head toward me, grinned, then winked. I closed my eyes, unable to bear anymore. Behind my back my wrists and fingers tingled. The gag tasted sour in my mouth. I tried to think of something, anything, other than what my wife was doing with another man in front of me. For some inexplicable reason, I suddenly remembered the day we had purchased the couch. It had been on sale, marked down to slightly less than six hundred dollars at a suburban furniture wharehouse. I'd had no enthusiasm for the purchase but Helen had insisted. "JoAnna," Denise hissed. "Open your eyes!" She grapped a fistful of my hair and snapped my head back. "No cheating! You have to watch everything." My wife had the tip of Ryan's cock between her lips. She held the shaft with one hand; her other hand cupped his balls. I felt lightheaded and slightly sick to my stomach. As if experimenting, Helen slowly took a half inch more of the huge cock into her mouth, then gently pulled away until the tip was just resting on her bottom lip. She began to stroke the shaft. Her tongue, looking tiny next to Ryan's cock, caressed the pink, bulbous crown. Amazingly, under Helen's caresses Ryan's organ grew even larger. Beside me Denise sighed. Helen once again took her lover's penis between her lips. A look of determination on her face, she pushed forward. Her jaws spread and her cheeks puffed out. She had perhaps a third of the cock in her mouth. She began stroking the shaft more quickly. "He won't come," Denise said. I noticed her hands were now under her dress. "He has perfect control; he can stay hard for hours." Helen appeared to be in a trance. Her eyes were shut. She continued to rock back and forth, Ryan's cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she continued pumping the shaft. Looking down at her, Ryan had a slight smile on his face. Denise pushed up against me. "Do you understand now, JoAnna?" There was nothing I could say. She suddenly pulled my skirt up, then began groping my crotch. She found my soft penis, then freed it from my panties. "Look at the difference," she said. I glanced down. Flaccid, my organ was barely larger than my thumb. Denise began rapidly pumping my penis. Despite the awkwardness of my position and the pain in my arms and back, my cock very slowly began to engorge and stiffen. "Come on, JoAnna, make your little dickie hard for me," Denise said intently. At last I was erect. In front of me Helen lips were now streched around the midway point of Ryan's cock. "There, see?" Denise whispered. "Look at your dick. Now look at Jack's." I shivered. Fully erect, my organ was less than a quarter the size of the one Helen was worshipping with her mouth. "You can't blame Helen, can you, darling, for choosing him over you?" Denise released my penis. It quickly subsided. She was right. It was blindingly obvious. Jack Ryan was the only real man in the room. He owned a prosperous company; I'd been unemployed for nearly a year and a half. He was financially secure; I was being supported by my wife. He was tall, big, powerfully built; I was short, slender, not much stronger than the average woman. And he had that huge, perfect cock that drew women like Mecca drew pilgrims; I had a penis that was small and useless. It was utterly pointless for me to be jealous of Jack. I could never hope to compete with him. He was everything a man should be. There was a certain hard grace to his body, the way his muscles flowed beneath his dark skin. He did look like an animal: powerful and free. A lion, perhaps, king of his pride, feasting on a fresh kill. "Stand up, darling," Jack said, gently pulling away from Helen's mouth. She rose gracefully to her feet. He took her into his arms, his hands unzipping the back of her dress. The white, swirling cloth fell away from her body, leaving her in panties and brassiere. "So lovely," he said as he reached out and cupped her full breasts. Helen shivered. Jack reached behind her again and deftly unhooked her brassiere. Free, her perfect breasts stood erect. Ryan leaned down and kissed a nipple. Helen shuddered, her hands encircling his thick neck. I was fortunate she still wanted me at all. Although she rightly found me wanting as her husband and lover, she still allowed me to serve her, still wanted me as a part of her life, albeit as her slave. Her love for my was very special, it had to be. I thought of all the hours she had spent with me over the past week, her care and attention to my new, feminine clothes, my makeup, my hair. I remembered the delight she took in binding me to the bed, in spanking me, in riding my face with her cunt. As JoAnna I felt more loved than I had as Joe, even more nurtured in a strange way. I realized how much I had come to treasure our new relationship. I began to weep. Helen was now naked, her pale pink panties a puddle at her feet. She and Jack embraced. I marvelled at how lovely they looked together, his hard, dark, masculine body pressed against her paler, rounded flesh. Lion and lioness. She kissed him. His huge hands rested on the curving slope of her white buttocks. Helen turned and looked at me. Her face was soft; her lipstick was gone. I returned her gaze, awed by their beauty and shared passion. "Jack," Helen said, still looking at me, "will you fuck me now?" She smiled at me. "I want that marvelous big monster cock of yours inside me." She took her lover's hand, led him away from the couch. "I want you to take me from behind," she said as she dropped to her hands and knees, her body nearly touching my feet. "Oh, God, Helen, can I help?" Denise unfolded herself from the cushion and walked toward my wife on her knees. "Please?" Helen laughed. "If Jack doesn't mind." "Please, Jack? I can't stand just sitting here watching any longer!" "The more the merrier," Ryan laughed. Her beckoned Denise and she scooted toward him. He kissed her, then began pulling her dress off over her head. Denise tossed the garment away, then quickly unfastened her bra. Jack pinched the brunette's nipples. "I'm a river!" Denise shivered, then began stroking Helen's back. "Isn't she beautiful, Jack?" Bending over, Denise began running her tongue over Helen's ass. "Sometimes I wish I had a cock like yours." Helen smiled at me, then said, "you're just supposed to help, Denise, not take over." "Sorry," the brunette answered. She leaned back, lewdly licked both her palms, then clutched Jack's cock. "Here, lover," she said, rubbing her hands over his shaft. "Let me get you nice and wet so you slide right into her. She's never had a cock as big as yours." Ryan kissed Denise again, then gently pushed her away. "We don't want to keep the lady waiting, dear." As the brunette moved to one side, Ryan positioned himself behind my wife. Holding his giant cock in one hand, he began pushing gently forward. As I watched, his organ slowly disappeared between Helen's thighs. As he prepared to penetrate Helen, Jack leered at me. "My, God, she's wet! And tight as a virgin." "Oh, God!" my wife rocked forward. "It feels..." Ryan released himself, then put both his hands on Helen's sides. "Oh, yes, I can feel it just inside me!" Her head tilted upwards and her eyes closed. "Easy, Jack, you're so big." Ryan inched forward. I imagined his massive cock pushing deeper into Helen's vagina. Helen rocked backwards, a look of concentration on her face. "Yes, lover," she moaned as Jack pushed deeper. "It hurts just a little bit, but I want every inch of you in me." Emboldened, Ryan held Helen and drove into her with more force. His cock was now surely penetrating her almost all the way. "Jesus! I'm going to break in two!" Helen half laughed, half moaned. She rocked back against her lover. "Fuck me now, Jack. Fuck me hard." He pulled back, then drove against her with surprising quickness. Helen whimpered, her head dropping to the carpet. Jack began driving into her again and again, establishing a steady rhythm. Denise was back beside me. She stroked my cheek. "Isn't he amazing?" Helen's hair now hid her face. "He can fuck like this for hours. She'll come so many times she won't remember her name!" He was like a machine. For minutes at a time he would maintain a steady, hard rhythm, penetrating my wife completely with each stroke. After each of Helen's screaming orgasms, he pulled almost all the way out of her and used the tip of his cock to tease and caress her vaginal lips until she begged him to drive into her again. "Does this excite you, JoAnna?" Denise reached back into my crotch. She found my hard dick and laughed. "It does. Your little dickie is all stiff!" She began slowly stroking me through my panties. "They're beautiful together, aren't they? Animated Greek statues." She was right. Whatever I may have felt an hour before, now I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me. They were beautiful together. Mistress's obvious pleasure only heightened her loveliness. I felt honored she had allowed me to share this experience with her. It was almost as if I, too, could feel the spasms of joy as Jack's masterful cock filled her again and again. "Here," Denise said, sticking her other hand under my nose. "You can still smell Jack's cock on my fingers." The unfamiliar odor was pleasant. "Lick my hand, JoAnna." The mixture of her drying saliva and Ryan's scent had little taste. "Good girl!" Denise laughed. Her hand continued to idly caress me but she turned back to the lovers. "Oh, God, I'm going to come again!" Helen lifted her head. Jack began driving into her with an accelerating pace. For the first time since the lovemaking began, Helen looked at me. "Yes, darling! Take all of me. Fill every inch of me now!" Howling like an animal, Mistress collapsed forward. Jack's still erect cock came free. It looked monstrously huge, a whale rising from the sea. "No more," Helen whimpered, "no more. If I come one more time I'll die." Jack laughed. His cock bobbled as his belly shook. He reached down and playfully slapped Helen's ass. "You're beatiful, Helen." My wife rolled over onto her back, spread her legs lewdly, and grinned up at her lover. "I hope I didn't disappoint you, Jack; but if we had fucked any longer my pussy would have burst into flame." "No," he replied. "It was magnificent." Her caressed her foot. "You have a heavenly cunt. Let me know when you've cooled off and we'll start again?" I was overjoyed for Mistress. For the first time since we had married she had been properly fucked. And she had pleased her lover, too; it was obvious from the glint in his eye. "My turn!" Denise abandoned my penis and jumped up. "I've got to have that cock now, Jack, or I'll burst into flame!" The brunette stripped off her panties, pushed Jack down, then crawled on top of him. Reaching beneath herself, she guided Ryan's cock into her vagina. "Oh, yes!" She began humping him with a frantic pace. Helen crawled over to me. Gently she released the ropes holding my ankles and arms, then removed my gag. "Was it too terrible for you, darling?" She lightly touched my cheek. "I love you," I gushed. "You, Jack, you were so beautiful together." My eyes filled with tears. "At first, yes, it hurt to watch, but, then... I was so happy for you." I couldn't speak anymore. I broke down and sobbed. "There, there," she cooed, cradling my head in her soft, warm arms. "I wanted you to understand. I hoped you would." She kissed me. "Feel how big I am after him," she said, guiding one of hands to her vagina. The flesh was still drenched. Her vaginal lips gaped open. "I thought he might rip me apart, but then - ," she kissed my ear, "it felt so incredible! I never knew it could be like that." "I wanted to see him come inside you," I said, surprsing myself. I blushed, hoping I had not said too much. Helen hugged me. "Denise was right. He can fuck forever. She says he only comes when he wants to. Maybe next time." She shivered, obviously still caught up in the memory of her passion. Denise howled. Jack was now on top of her, driving his huge cock into her with almost blurring speed. "Kill me, yes! Yes!" The brunette shook like a broken toy, then screamed again. "Darling," Helen's hand crept up my exposed thigh. "Do you remember the promise you made to me last week?" When I looked puzzled, she continued, "the promise you made after I fed you your own sperm?" Jack was now on his feet. He was looking at Helen. He walked up behind her, his still erect cock now hidden from view by my wife's head. My cheeks burned. I buried my face in Helen's soft neck. She stroked my hair. "Do you remember?" Helen's voice was more insistant. I looked up at her. Denise crawled toward me, then sat beside me on the cushion. "Tell me you remember?" "Yes," I finally said, sensing what she wanted from me. I shivered. "Will you keep that promise?" Helen, Denise and Jack were now all staring at me. I kissed Helen's shoulder. Her flesh was cool. There was a slight salty taste. Jack moved from behind my wife. I looked at his huge cock. A network of small, purple veins etched the thick, pink shaft. The massive organ looked like living marble. "It would please me, JoAnna," Helen said, her voice huskey in my ear. "I will not force you, darling; but it would please me so very much if you would." I looked at Jack again. He was closer. The hair around and above his cock was curly brown and gray. He scrotum hung down between his thighs like a minature, inverted balloon. "Will you swallow Jack, darling, take him in your mouth like I did?" Her fingers found my still erect penis. "I want to watch you, please." I could not answer. I could not speak. I could not think. I was on the precipice again, staring down into the abyss. Jack squatted down beside me. His hard knees touched my nyloned thighs. He took me into his arms; I felt like like a lost child in his strong embrace. His huge, rough hand found my chin. He turned my face to his. He kissed me. Something inside me exploded. "You're beautiful," Jack said to me. His eyes were a blueish gray. I could smell his sweat. "I want you, JoAnna." He kissed me again, harder, then held my head against his hard chest. I could hear his heart; the beat was slow but strong. "I want you to suck my cock; I want to come in your beautiful mouth." I looked at Helen. Her questioning eyes were moist. I stepped into empty air, began to fall. "Will you help me?" I asked, looking at her, my voice shaking. "Yes, darling, of course. We'll make him come together." Jack rose and moved to the couch. The women slowly escorted me to him. I dropped to my knees between his legs. Helen joined me, pressing close until her naked hip and thigh pressed mine. Denise joined Jack on the couch, sitting foward and silently watching us. "JoAnna," Helen said, "I know you are frightened. This first time I just want you do to what I tell you." I nodded, staring at the pale, taut skin framing Jack's pubic hair. "Will that make it easier for you, darling?" "Yes, Mistress," I answered, relieved by her suggestion. I could sense Jack's body heat, his warm maleness. His hard flesh, his huge cock, both terrified and fascinated me. "Touch his balls." Helen lifted my hand, then placed it on the surface of his scrotum. I shivered. Helen's fingers joined mine. "See how soft it is; isn't it nice?" She used her hand to move mine, forcing me to caress him. "Now use both hands." I reached up, touched him. My fingers looked white against the pink, wrinkled skin. He felt surprisingly delicate. I pushed my fingers gently into the skin. I could feel the hard spheres of his testacles slide away from my touch. "Now take his cock in your hand, darling." Again, Helen guided me to the base of Jack's cock. The smooth skin was unyeilding. Without prompting I let my hand curl around the astonishingly thick shaft. My fingers failed to completely encircle him. I brought my other hand to his balls, gently cupping them. "Very good, JoAnna," Jack smiled down at me. "You're a precocious beginner." His words, his smile, sent an absurd burst of joy through me. Feeling more confidence now, I began stroking his cock. I pulled it up and away from his belly. It was surprisingly heavy. Helen nuzzled my neck. "I'm so proud of you, JoAnna." Her hand now joined mine; her tapered fingers grasping Jack's penis just above mine. Together we pumped the hard flesh. Shifting his weight on the couch, my wife's lover spread his legs further apart. I gazed up at him. "Are you ready, JoAnna?" Helen whispered in my ear. "Yes," I answered. "Yes." I inched forward until my thighs were hard against the base of the couch. Helen lifted Jack's cock and bent it toward my face. I felt her hand on my back, pressing me forward. I leaned down. I could smell him: salt, the mingled odors of the women, something else I could not place. Sliding her hand up to the flaring crown, Helen continued pushing me down toward the huge organ. "Lick the tip." I closed my eyes, bent forward and slipped my tongue out between my dry lips. I was shaking so hard I missed making contact. The corner of my mouth collided with the sloping side of the crown of Jack's cock. I jumped back, opening my eyes. Helen laughed, then told me to try again. This time my tongue found its target. The soft, damp surface was warm, pungent. "Now take him in your mouth." Opening my lips, I pushed my face forward until the crown of the cock was past my lips. I remained still, savoring the moment. Below my lips Helen began pumping the shaft. I put my hand over hers, matching her rhythm. "Take more of him, JoAnna." Helen's voice was light as feathers. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, then pushed down until the head of his cock was touching the back of my throat. I caressed the hard skin beneath the crown with my tongue. Unbidden, I eased back, letting an inch or two of Jack's wonderful cock escape my lips, then recaptured what I had lost. "Jack, can you come now?" There was an eagerness in Helen's voice. I sucked a fraction more of Jack's penis into me. Her fingers brushed against my chin. "If you want me to, darling." "Are you ready, JoAnna?" I nodded quickly, intent on filling my mouth with as much of Jack Ryan as I possibly could. I wanted all of him, wanted to swallow every amazing inch of his beautiful cock. "When he comes, darling, let's share." With a supreme effort, I managed to push another half inch of cock into my mouth. My jaws would open no wider. I fought a sudden impulse to gag. the tip of his cock was now lodged in the back of my throat. Suddenly my mouth was full of his sperm. Bitter, hot, salty. I swallowed, but there was so much of his ejaculate that it forced its way past my lips. Beneath my skirt my untouched penis exploded, filling my panties with come. I groaned. My hands grasped Jack's hard thighs. I felt Helen's face next to mine. "Please?" she begged. Reluctantly, I released my lover's hardness from my lips. My wife pulled it greedily into her mouth. I held the shaft just below her lips. As I watched she swallowed, her eyes closed. After perhaps fifteen seconds she gave me back Jack's prick. I lapped what little of his coming was left from the now softening crown. Helen and I embraced, kissing open mouthed, exchanging our liquid treasure, the potent seed of this magnificent male animal we now had shared. "I love you, darling," she said to me, pulling me hard against her naked flesh. "You are my perfect slave."

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