Author's Note:
The story you are about to read is the third chapter of an amazing tale of wife-sharing gone wild, loosely based on an actual incident. It is strongly recommended it be read only after meeting our cast of characters in Parts 1 and 2.
Act V
After a momentary freeze, I soft-shoed over to the door, opened it quietly, and flashed Hay-Z the "shhh" signal with my left pointer and the "stop" sign with my right palm. As the ravishing island beauty watched through puzzled chestnut eyes, I quietly slipped into the hallway, closing the door behind me with surprisingly little noise.
"Going somewhere?" Her smile and delicious fragrance invited a clever reply, but I was sure the two fuck-buddies heard the knock, so my wit would have to wait.
Pulling my old-fashioned electronic room key from my pocket and inserting it into the door, I gave her a brief, high-altitude update on the torrid goings-on within. Then added, "By the way -- You told me about
your,
uh
,
apparatus.....
not his
."
"I
told
you he was too big for me," came the matter-of-fact reply after she tossed it around a second or two.
"Seems my wife is a big fan of your big man."
Her smile changed and she shook her head.
"Not to worry," she reassured " he ALWAYS runs away in the end. Besides, isn't this what YOU wanted?"
I let that slide and eyed her up and down. She looked amazing. But something had changed since the bar. Then my eyeballs locked on her chest as I realized she was wearing a different top, sort of a halter. It barely contained her what had to be DD-cup boobs. I couldn't help wondering whether the wardrobe change was for me or Vee. Either way -- Hubba Hubba.
"You like?" I guess she noticed my stare. Or did I actually say "hubba hubba" out loud?
"Does your ball player pal swing a big bat?" Then after a pause, "You ready for this?"
Her nod and wide-eyed grin affirmed. I swung the door open and immediately announced our arrival.
"
June... I'm home."
Act VI
I closed the door behind us, this time with purposeful commotion, and flipped on the main-room lights.
Hay-Z followed my lead, slipping off her shoes and taking my hand as we headed toward the bedroom, from which a strange silence emanated.
Just steps from making our entrance, I stopped to give her a deep kiss. She tasted as wonderful as she smelled as she returned my kiss with astonishing passion. I felt her hand reach for my crotch and, as she ran her fingers up and down my dick, she whispered, "Perfect.. just perfect."
Things were surely looking up. And I hadn't even motor-boated those magnificent fun bags yet.
I did a quick mental recap of where things stood. Surely
he
would assume I had JUST arrived. Presuming the knock was heard from the bedroom, it would have been shrugged off as courtesy. But Vee would likely wonder what took so long. I knew I'd deal with that if and when I needed to. One thing for sure --
both
will be blown away when they see I didn't come empty-handed. He, due to their acquaintance; she, because we had never even discussed this possibility.
"Showtime." With that, I smiled with all the charm I could muster, and led what I hoped would be my first Asian fuck-partner onward. She squeezed my hand, assuringly, as we moved into the suite's
de facto
main room and made our grand entrance.
It wasn't quite the scene I had envisioned. He was lying on his back with a big goofy grin on his face while she lay on her side beside him to his right, moving her hand up and down his brawny body in a fluid motion disrupted only when she reached his prodigious package, where she'd stop to provide special attention before proceeding. She was obviously having a
very
happy birthday.
Both were looking to the door and both responded with a start to our sudden entrance.
The dude turned his head and shifted his smile into "fancy meeting you here" mode, but remained silent. But Vee did something quite peculiar. She grabbed a blanket and covered herself, her face expressing a feeling of... of what? Surprise? Imposition? Embarrassment?
Unsure how to process my wife's odd reaction, I think I said something hacky like, "Don't stop on our account." But it MIGHT have come out with an unintended snarkiness. Thankfully, although that wasn't my assessment initially, before I could put my foot in any deeper, it was Hay-Z who finally broke the
very thick
ice.
"Appears we have some catching up to do," she offered, as she reached for my belt, "and we're unforgivably overdressed for
this
party"
I watched Vee's expression change as Hay-Z's knees hit the floor in sync with my shorts and pants. As her lips engulfed my pronounced chubby and began working me in and out of her lovely mouth, I reached down to unleash the giant tits which had caught my eye back in the hall. Pulling the thick halter straps apart, the killer orbs bounced together before coming to rest in my hands. They were magnificent, an assessment my wide eyes must have made abundantly clear.
Oh, the joy.
But in a flash, Vee's eyes changed from concerned to jealous to focused.
"Fuck me," she abruptly ordered her big bunk-mate, tossing the blanket aside and assuming her favorite fucking position -- on all-fours. The bewildered ballplayer looked first at the beautiful ass being presented to him, then over at his gal-pal sucking
my
cock, then gave me a "What the Fuck?" shrug and proceeded to doggie-style my wife, pretty as you please.
I'll never know whether it was for my benefit, or just the way his big cock touched all the right places in that position, but Vee's moans quickly turned to pleas, then screams as he slid it in and out of her now quite visibly swollen pussy.
Meanwhile, my own cock was being expertly fellated by a dream-come-true and I, too, was about to make some noise. Recognizing my impending explosion, Hay-Z stood, shook off her top and kissed me sensually on the lips, pressing the tits of my dreams against my chest in the process. When she pulled down and stepped out of her panties and skirt, I took the opportunity to lead us over to the open space on the huge bed, our lips still locked. Once seated, I moved my hand down from her glorious knobs to her sweet little cooter.
I rubbed her, flat-palmed, across her entire hairless gash to moisten her up a bit before measuring her caliber, and she moaned louder into my open mouth with each rotation. It didn't take long before my hand was somewhat soaked, so I paid similar attention to her clit. This move caused different tones of moans, barely audible over the screams coming from Vee, and my date's lovely exotic eyes said she was digging the shit out of it.
I finally tried the bore of her wet hole with my middle finger. She loved it, cooing like a baby as I slid in and out of her vag. But when I attempted a to add my pointer finger to the mix, I felt quite a bit of resistance, and heard a different, less pleased, tone. Wow, she really WAS tight.
"Lick me," she whispered into my mouth.
I instinctively checked out my wife. Although she was being drilled hard by that giant dick and making a racket out of her enjoyment of it, she was looking at
me
. In fact, she was certainly smiling and maybe even nodding in approval, although her head was already rocking from the pounding she was taking.
Not that I needed the old ball-and-chain's approval, but knowing the birthday girl was getting off on me getting the Island Beauty off was definitely getting me off.
I wasted no time dropping to my knees, pulling Hay-Z's legs apart and to the edge of the bed, and setting to work on her scrumptious gash. I retraced the route my fingers had followed, and soon landed my tongue deep in her honey-hole, working it in and out and, in a circular motion, all round inside. She made an adorable little groan as her pussy was being eaten and her eyes pulled tighter shut with each swirl of my tongue.
Looking toward Vee again, I noticed she was enjoying watching me lick our guest. She peeked down and noticed my continuing hard-on.
"Fuck her," she said out loud, and I looked over again to make sure I had heard her correctly.
"Look at her face. She wants you to fuck her."
"Mmmmm. Put your beautiful cock in me....." Seems the motion had been seconded. Vee shot me a look that stuck six inches out the back of my head. No doubt about it -- I was beginning to feel more than just horniness for my clever new friend.
I shifted my gaze northward and noticed Hay-Z was now lying flat on her back, her legs still spread wide and bare feet on the ground. I stood back up and adjusted both of our positions to facilitate deepest dick access to her snatch. Once there, I took my cock in my right hand and used my left hand to probe her hole while pressing my knob into its slick tightness. As she opened to accommodate the head only, I heard yet another distinct pitch of groan poot forth.
"That's it," instructed Vee, "now slide it in just a little at a time -- nice and slow." She punctuated those last 3 words with the sounds of her own orgasm as her shiver got the best of her voice.
"Happy Birthday, babe," I spoke as I worked my cock very gradually into the super-tight cooch she was staring at with great interest.
And my actions weren't going unnoticed by their recipient, either. As I plunged deeper with each stroke, her response was not unlike Vee's to the big bat she'd been playing ball with all night. Especially when I found myself "all in" moments later. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to hold off long enough to hear her hum.
"I'm gonna cum," I announced as the waves of orgasm began to build.
"NOT INSIDE ME," she shouted, "I'm NOT safe."
"Let me get a taste of that." It was Vee. She nodded at me just in case I misunderstood her meaning.
I pulled my cock out and shuffled the few steps over to Vee, who immediately took my entire cock into her mouth and face-fucked the shit out of me till I exploded into her warm, wet mouth. Given the setup, I had to close my eyes to avoid staring into BB's eyes as Vee swallowed my load.
When she knew I was done, Vee pulled her head off my dick and immediately proclaimed, "That tasted sooo good," looking, actually, not at me but at the source of the sauce she had just tasted,
before
I cracked my nut.
Emptying her wine-glass again, Vee blurted, "Isn't anyone gonna introduce me to this gorgeous babe whose yummy snatch I just tasted all over my husband's cock?"
"Hay-Z, Vee. Vee, Hay-Z," I accepted the challenge, and was rewarded with my own intro to the Toronto Ball Player. Mind you -- to this day, I
still
can't remember his freakin' name -- Hockey's my game.
"Well,
Hay-Z
," said Vee after the usual amenities, a little more wine, and with no small number of slurred words, "it seems you're the only one at my party who has yet to cum."
Act VII
"I could use a shower," announced the birthday girl as she got up off the bed and caught a look at herself in the mirror. She stood there, naked as the day she was born, soaking up the three sets of eyeballs focusing on her sexiness.
The athlete shot me a smile, a head-shake, and the eyeroll equivalent of a thumbs up. It
