"I wonder how hairy she is?" He had no real need to wonder, he knew exactly what Morgan was like!
"Would you like that or just a little dusting of hair?"
Matthew's hand clasped Sarah's mons, "I like my women like this." His fingers moved lower, delving and his forefinger found her clit and lightly rubbed. "I'd do this to her until she is all quiet and compliant."
"Oh yes, likely - not!"
"And take her gag off."
"So she can suck your cock, Matt? You want her young lips around it? Not mine?"
Fuck! Sarah was certainly into this. And he knew already what Morgan's lips did feel like around his cock, indeed he knew what her tongue felt like licking pre-cum from him. What he had not done was come in Morgan's mouth. Perhaps that might yet happen.
"No. I'm going to have you sit on her face and she do you whilst I..."
"Not my scene, Matt, not my thing."
"Who's in charge? You'll do as you're told, or you get spanked! And you're going to watch as my cock slides into Morgan, down her dark hairy slit into her - virgin or no. I'm going to be fucking her, sucking your tits and she's going to be... her tongue... and I'm going to be watching her there between your thighs, see her tongue slurping at your hairy..."
"Fuck, Matt, I'm coming."
With the shaking of her orgasm, and it was certainly quite an orgasm, it was not surprising Matthew came too. Staring out of the window, over Sarah's shoulder, at the young girls, his cock fully engaged in his wife, he spurted; his semen going into the proper place - his wife's place, not one of the young girls he was watching. Not Morgan's dark and mysterious quim -- well not too mysterious to Matthew -- but in Sarah's familiar quim. It had all been pretty quick.
And just at that moment Vickie looked up and then nudged her friends. There was obvious giggling and then they turned away.
Hopefully Sarah's eyes had been closed in orgasmic pleasure. She would have been embarrassed otherwise. Gently Matthew eased Sarah backwards, so he was sitting on the bed and she, still connected, his cock up inside her, sitting on his thighs and knees.
"Fuck, Matt, that was good. Phew! Shower time. Let's do it again this evening, only I want to be tied up."
"You going to play Morgan?"
"Might be..."
"Shall I ask Morgan in to play your part."
"Matthew! I wouldn't want to do that. I really wouldn't... even if you would. You'd like that, though, wouldn't you? You'd like to see that? See us two women together. And you'd like to stick your tongue..."
"Please!"
"You dirty old man!"
Saturday night proved good too, perhaps even better. A good romp on the bed and it had been fun tying up Sarah. Wouldn't it have been so funny to see her face if he had brought naked Morgan into the bedroom for real? Sarah's eyes bulging above her gag, her arms and legs struggling against the bonds as he felt her over whilst Morgan sucked on his erection right in front of her eyes. Him then pushing the naked young girl down to her knees so she could suck some more s, pressing his erection forward into her mouth, it going in and out between her lips, and then watching as Morgan disengaged and clambered up onto the bed and lowered her, very dark, very hairy, snatch down so it was hanging over Sarah's face - ideally dripping as girls can do! Hot and so very wet, drip, drip, drip; Sarah staring at the pink, wet flesh above her.
"Oops, I forgot to remove the gag."
The gag removed, "Matthew! I.... mmmph" as Morgan's lovely plump and succulent (in Matthew's opinion) sex descended right onto Sarah's mouth. What a tasty, well, more than a morsel; a real oyster of a treat! Why would Sarah not enjoy it?
Of course, Matthew could not see Morgan agreeing to such a thing or Sarah being anything other than furious: but it was an arousing idea nonetheless! It amused Matthew, as lay on his bed, thinking about getting up on the Wednesday morning following. Down below his penis had, unsurprisingly, risen at the thought. He would have to see if he could get Morgan to lower her 'plump and succulent' - and, yeah, dripping sex down on his face. He would love her hanging over him with that warm, wet, peeled potato scent of aroused young girl - the marvellous view of her open and wet sex; all that dark curly hair spreading revealing her mysteries to him; her thick inner lips perhaps even quivering with excitement and (nice to imagine) her clit actually elongating as he watched - yeah, really erecting there and then; poised above him, pointing at him before she descended. Yum!
Well, if Sarah would not fancy Morgan like he did, what about those hypothetical boys? Sucking them instead. Sucking male organs - drawing the juice out. Male organs -- plural. Matthew's mind wandered back to his earlier fantasy as his hand wandered downwards and he took hold imagining once more his wife playing with the lads. What fun it would be for her to have penises -- several at a time -- to play with.
Now, how had he imagined them before?
He had imagined the boys under-endowed - or rather just some of them. Why was that? Not all of them. Subconsciously, was that not wanting some of them to outdo him, Sarah's husband? Or was it simply to give variety to the scene in his mind as Vickie, Emma, Morgan and Charlotte's breasts had variety in shape and size?
Did women worry about size? He had heard Sarah say it was what the man did with it that mattered, but she had still been clearly intrigued by how big Derek Tarrrant was on that holiday. There had been a most definite speculation about size. Clearly Sarah had thought him probably big and her somewhat strange comment about how she would like to have seen him serving - when they were playing tennis - with an erection, suggested more than a little interest. Certainly, he recalled, there had been a thickening - both Sarah and he had seen it - but not the real thing! That would certainly have been a strange game of doubles to have played. Matthew knew he had been not unmoved by the sight of Lucy's and, indeed, Sarah's breasts bounding as they ran and reached for the ball, but he had not embarrassed himself by showing his 'appreciation.' But had Derek erected, that would that have set him off as well, and he would have found himself running for the ball with his penis pointing at the sky. Would it have halted the game in laughter? The four of them standing at the net and talking but the erections staying. Would Derek's have been revealed as unusually large? Would it have led to something more? Certainly, Sarah had rather wistfully mentioned later how she would have liked to suck Derek's 'big banana.'
When masturbating did Sarah fantasise about the penis or simply the man (or men)? Matthew knew he visualised breasts a lot. More often than not, his fantasy women were big chested, but other times...
How big should he imagine? He was after all free to imagine what he liked whilst stroking.
Matthew metaphorically shrugged his shoulders. If he was going to imagine his wife with other men - even if young men - it was rather inevitable, he thought, that he was going to imagine well-endowed men. A subconscious justifying why Sarah might be taking an interest in other men, perhaps: though, rationally, Matthew knew he looked at other women for the variety not simply when their breasts were bigger than Sarah's or their bottoms more wobbly!
Why not variety as well as a big penis. Yep, he replaced little Charlotte with big Roddy, a black young bloke from the States, the school's head boy; tall, unlike Charlotte, really tall, deep voiced but softly Southern spoken and so athletic. His skin shining with health and possessing the biggest dong Sarah had ever seen.
He paused: would it be more amusing to give the smallest lad the biggest dong and big Roddy a little small thing? Such a big, impressive lad, tall, muscular and a real sportsman, but his penis only two inches when erect! Perhaps big balls, little dick. Such an embarrassment to Roddy with the other boys but Sarah kind and letting Roddy fuck her (just) and not letting the other boys. Or perhaps having him with a surprising ejaculatory force - a real 'shooter?' Matthew weighed it up and stuck with 'big.'
How big? Matthew imagined it big when flaccid, implying promise of similarly big when erect (though he knew that was not necessarily the case but, given this was all in his head, it could be just as he wished!). Such a big thing hanging there - floppy but not something you would miss at all; and he added big balls to match, in a very slack hanging scrotum plus the knob fully exposed - 'cut' as the expression went. No subtlety, no hiding of the business end - the knob! The streamlined knob exposed and all that it implied. How big erected? A twelve incher? Surely not possible, no one could be more than twice the average, if six inches was average: but this was in Matthew's head, he could imagine what he liked! And with a girth to match. Fucking enormous! But he settled on nine inches as whopping, but not absurd. The difference with his own, dramatic enough without dwarfing it!
Big when soft, he imagined Sarah's eyes following its swing rather like his own eyes followed big, wobbly breasts upon the beach. Where would that be? In the garden again -- Sarah with the four lads -- or perhaps on a beach. Matthew recalled that holiday with Derek and Lucy Tarrant where they had gone on that beach and not everyone had been 'decently' covered. Sarah had nudged him and he had followed her eyes to see a very pleasing and athletic couple coming back up from the water stark bollock naked; the man certainly 'bollock' naked -- they and his cock swinging to and fro. His eyes had been on the girl, fantastic boobs and a completely shaven mons veneris -- not just a camel toe under a bikini but it there in the flesh, her figure so hourglass. And they had walked right by Sarah and his towels, beneath his dark glasses he had taken a very good look, had even seen a glint of gold. Fuck, he had thought, her clitoral hood was pierced and had a ring. He had blinked and glanced at the man's package as it swung by; he had missed it before but the man had a gold ring not simply around his cock, not nestling tightly behind his glans but behind both penis and balls clearly giving attenuated prominence to the whole, yes, package. How big was that thing when erect? And that had not just been his thought but Sarah's too when they had talked in bed. 'Did you like her?' she had asked, but that had led to him asking about the man.
It had been clear Sarah had been intrigued by how big that man and, indeed, Derek got, she had wondered aloud, quite openly saying she would like to have them. So, too, would she not be the same with the imagined Roddy. How about, and Matthew was wanking now with enthusiasm, Sarah and he on holiday at a rather uncrowded beach, yes just them and three or four lads messing around, swimming, kicking a beach ball and, yes, all naked, to Sarah and his surprise and her obvious pleasure. Four very pleasing young men, one of them the hypothetical Roddy, with athletic bodies, tight stomachs and bums -- and flapping around genitalia. He imagined Sarah suggesting after a while, maybe after a swim with their costumes all wet, that maybe they were 'overdressed' for this beach in a bikini and shorts.
'Shall we join the local custom?'
'I wish one of them would get hard.' Would Sarah really say that, would she really say and want that? Matthew rather thought she would. She had clearly wanted to see Derek Tarrant's. In his mind there was no problem with that. He just had to imagine. How might it be, on what seemed to have turned in his head into a nudist beach? Roddy simply in exhibitionist mood and wanting to impress Sarah? Perhaps casually walking past her fully erect -- nine inches erect! Or perhaps the need for a pee causing an erection before he thought to take a swim and deal with the matter! Or maybe Sarah becoming subtly amorous with her husband; it was not unusual for couples to kiss on a beach, perhaps not unusual to have a bit of discrete fondling
Somewhat difficult to imagine even one of the four young men on the imagined beach actually getting hard. Their original cursory glances at the older than them couple on the beach turning to more than occasional glances in their direction when they spotted the fondling. Certainly, still kicking the beach ball around but not going too far away, their attention moving from the ball to the naked woman on the towel on the sand. All in Matthew's head, so he could imagine moving his hand from Sarah's breast and running his fingers into her slit, stroking there. Might Sarah moan and open her legs? Might she look up and see the lads watching and open her legs further? Give them a real look.
And would not that result in Matthew getting turgid? Naked on the towel, unless he rolled onto his stomach, he would be exposing his erecting cock to the ball kicking or throwing lads. The embarrassment of it, but it had come into his head and he was still wanking! But what of it? Does a man not really want to display his cock, peacock like? Is it a modern society thing to keep it all hidden? Should men, instead, not be shy, but proud about being naked in front of others, displaying their masculine body traits -- indeed their generative organs. Surely that was a primal urge; males naturally wishing to show off their cocks and strong bodies to attract females and threaten other males. Did they not want other men's admiration towards their male virility and cock -- and most especially female admiration?
