Before I start this second chapter let me make two points. First, everything that I wrote in the first chapter and all that I write in subsequent chapters is absolutely true with no embellishment; as close to what happened as I can remember. Second, if you haven't read the first chapter, find it and read it before you read this chapter.
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Several days after our first foursome, I went on a short business trip. My wife and I had sex before I left and it was very hot for both of us. As I sank into her velvety depths, I couldn't help thinking about the fact that the last penis to do this hadn't been mine, and that Rob had felt exactly what I was feeling. I didn't last long. My wife seemed to enjoy things as well. I was relieved that there were apparently no hard feelings (pun intended).
When I returned home several evenings later, the kids were already asleep, candles were lit in our bedroom, and my wife was wearing some sort of relatively see-thru nightgown. "Oh boy," I thought, "I am in for a romantic evening."
It had been a stressful trip and I was looking forward to relieving some pent-up tension. As I was changing, my wife started rubbing my dick inside my underwear until I started getting an erection. This was not normal behavior.
"Honey," she said, "Are you in a sexy mood tonight?"
"Sure," I said.
"Good," Judy replied, "I called our friends shortly before you arrived home, and you are going over to their house and meet Maria. Rob is on his way over here to meet me. I don't want you here when he arrives so throw on a pair of jeans, get in the car and head out."
As I was being hustled out the door, I asked her, "What about the hot tub adventure being the only time - blah, blah, blah?"
Judy replied, "Well, while you were gone, I was thinking about that evening and I want to try it one more time with you not in the same room, and me not quite so drunk."
"And are you okay with me and Maria?" I asked tentatively.
"Sure," my wife said, "It is just sex, not love," and with that comment I was out the door.
It is true, while my wife wasn't very imaginative sexually and didn't have a high sex drive, she wasn't against sex on moral grounds. She just didn't see what all the fuss was about. She thought it was silly when women said they were saving themselves for marriage, or that casual sex was immoral.
Anyway, as I was driving over to Maria's, I couldn't believe my luck, I was about to fuck my friend's hot wife after fantasizing about it for years. I arrived at her door. The layout of their house was that the door opened into the kitchen, then thru a dining area and on to a living room with a large comfortable couch. We never made it to the couch, in fact we never made it out of the kitchen. She was ravenous and so was I. There was no foreplay, we just tore our clothes off, I sat her on the low counter, stood between her legs, and entered her (I am tall). I could feel her kinky pubic hair against by crotch. Boy was she wet and hot. I learned over the next few years that she was always wet, as if it was her natural state. Her vagina was tight too. Much tighter than my wife's.
My cock is about average in length I think, but perhaps thicker than most. I have had lovers tell me that my penis is almost squarish girth-wise (with rounded edges) but I have never really felt gripped or bottomed out fucking my wife no matter how deep I thrust. Even though Judy is a relatively small woman, she has a big cunt. I have huge hands, yet she could take four fingers relatively easily. On the other hand, my friend's wife's pussy gripped me and at the end of my thrusts I felt like she couldn't take me any further, I felt pressure.
Another difference between the two women? Orgasms. My wife had powerful orgasms but had to work for them. It took time and some additional stimulation other than my penis. Often she never came to a climax. She also never had an orgasm by just me fucking her. Maria on the other hand, seemed to start orgasming quickly and keep cumming, maybe 3 or 4 times in a row. What fun.
But of course I couldn't wait to flip her over on her hands and knees and get behind that perfectly round ass of hers and slide myself into her pussy from behind. It took me a couple tries to find her opening because it was further forward then my wife's. And boy, was she tight, fitting me just perfectly. With her moaning out orgasms and wiggling all over, I didn't last long. And there is something in the male genetics that makes it intensely satisfying when another man's woman is begging you to claim her as your own by giving her your gift of genetic material right to the womb (even if you know intellectually that pregnancy can't happen.)
Strangely enough though, after my orgasm, instead of starting in on round two, I found myself worrying about my wife a little. Was she really okay with this? What if she was having second thoughts once Rob arrived. That would be awkward. I decided that I better get back home in case I needed to smooth things over in some way. I hurriedly said my good byes as Maria flashed me a tired smile, and drove off.
When I arrived home, Rob's car was still in the driveway. I got out of my car and walked towards the front door. The way our house was positioned relative to the driveway, I had to walk right past a big set of living room windows. When I glanced in, I saw my wife and Rob, both naked, with her bouncing up and down quite eagerly on his lap, in what I think is called reverse cowboy style. I could hear them as well because they were being quite loud.
She was just about yelling, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me."
Rob responded by saying with a sharp breath, "I want you to cum around my cock, again and again."
