It was two weeks ago that Ray and Emma first told us about Jon. He was someone they had known for a little over two years and felt that our relationship had reached the point where they could tell us about him. My wife, Gwen, and I have had a sexual relationship with Ray and Emma for almost a year and have become very good friends during that time.
"We have a friend named Jon," Emma began, "he's divorced and lives in a beautiful lakefront home in Bicton. We met through a mutual friend, a former neighbour actually, and spend the weekend with him several times a year. We've told him about you both and he would like to meet you and we think you will be interested in meeting him, especially you, Gwen."
"Why do you think I would like to meet him, what's so special," Gwen asked.
"Well. . ." Emma paused and looked at Ray who nodded. "It's his endowment, he is quite large...er...very large, in fact," she said, raising her eyebrows and smiling.
"Oh, how large are we talking about?" Gwen asked with interest.
"I've measured it when it's fully erect and its thirteen inches," Emma said and Ray agreed by nodding again.
"Oh my god!" Gwen blurted, placing a hand over her mouth, "Thirteen inches!?"
"Yes...and he knows how to use it. It's rather fun and very exciting. He likes me to dress up for role playing sex games just like we do sometimes. He also likes light bondage which can be very erotic and he can keep it up all night when he is really horny, which is pretty much all the time. I'm sure you will like him. We are going down next weekend and we'd love you to join us," Emma said unable to hide her enthusiasm.
Gwen looked at me and without saying a word asked the question. "You want to go don't you?" I said.
"I really think I do," she replied.
Ray called me on Tuesday to say that Jon was very excited about Gwen coming down and wanted her and Emma to bring their schoolgirl outfits.
It was a 20 minute drive to Ray and Emma's place and they were ready when we arrived. With their luggage stowed in the trunk we set off for Jon's lakeside home an hour and a half away. As we sped along the highway there was an air of excitement in the car but no one mentioned our destination or Jon.
Like me, I'm sure Ray and Emma were thinking how Gwen would handle Jon's large cock and I'm sure his endowment was on Gwen's mind also but we all kept our thoughts to ourselves and chatted about other things. We left the highway and drove through Bicton to the lakeside road. It wound back and forth, coming close to the lake then veering away before coming back again.
"Next road on the left," Ray instructed and I turned down the narrow lane cut through the pine forest.
We traveled for a couple of minutes before clearing the trees and came the lake and Jon's home. It was considerably more than a cottage and was in fact a substantial house. It occupied a prime spot in a secluded bay and I could see no other homes nearby.
Jon must have heard the car pull in and was coming down the front steps as we were getting out of the car. He was average height and build, in his early 50's with short, black hair and had a Mediterranean look about him, perhaps of Italian ancestry but his appearance gave no hint of what had brought us here.
"Welcome, welcome," he said beaming as he hugged Emma and shook Ray's hand and slapped him on the shoulder. He turned to me, shook my hand heartily then turned to my wife. "So this must be Gwen, welcome," he said as he gave her a warm hug. "Lunch is almost ready, let's go to the veranda and have a cool drink in the shade; it's going to be a hot one."
He was, of course, talking about the weather but I was thinking about the sex that would soon take place. I must admit to wanting to see my wife with a huge cock and had thought of little else all week. Our luggage was placed inside the front door then we settled around the table on the veranda that overlooked the lake.
I was impressed with the seclusion and peace and quiet, there was only the sound of birds in the forest and the clink of ice cubes in our glasses of fruit juice. Jon excused himself and returned presently with a large tray full of cold cuts and salads. We spent an hour over our delicious lunch and chatted about the usual topics with no mention of sex. While we drank coffee and a liqueur, Jon busied himself clearing the table then he joined us.
"If you are all finished we can. . .um. . .get started?" Jon said. There was momentary silence as everyone understood what he meant then he added, "Emma, you know where to go to change, we will be in the Headmaster's office when you are ready. Give Gwen some instructions, you've done this before."
"Yes, Headmaster, Sir," Emma responded as she rose from her chair and she and Gwen went into the house.
Ray and Emma had told us of Jon's love of role playing and the 'Headmaster and Naughty Schoolgirl' was one of his favourites. He had played this game with Emma a few times but now he had two naughty girls to deal with and I was looking forward to watching it.
The Headmaster's office was in fact Jon's home office, a spacious room overlooking and expanse of lawn and the forest at the rear of the house. The large desk was situated kitty-corner in front of a high-backed leather chair from where one had a view of the trees through a bank of large windows. Jon directed Ray and me to a couple of easy chairs, "You will have a good view from here," he said and went to the bar cabinet and returned with two glasses half full with whiskey. "Sit, relax and enjoy," he said and put on a jacket from his desk chair and sat down.
We chatted idly and no one would ever have guessed by our conversation that this man behind the desk would soon be having sex with Emma and my wife. I had a strong erection thinking about what was to happen and I wondered how Gwen was feeling. Dressing up in erotic outfits and lingerie always made her horny but I was sure her mind would be filled with thoughts of Jon's endowment; what it looked like and how would it feel inside her.
My heart rate increased when the door opened and Gwen and Emma entered. They stood in front of the desk and looked very erotic. Their outfits were almost identical except for the colours; white stilettos, fishnet stockings and blouse tied beneath her breasts, skirt in white and mauve and mauve garter belt for Gwen; black stilettos and fishnets, same blouse as Gwen, black and red skirt and red garter belt for Emma. Neither wore panties and the skirts were so short that most of their bottoms were exposed and their tits overflowed the blouses.
Jon picked up a piece of paper from his desk, "Emma and Gwen, the naughtiest girls in the school. How many times is this you have been in front of me?"
