I have known George and April Newton for many years, in fact April and I have been friends since high school. More than friends, lovers really. I was the first boy ever to see April naked, the first to feel and appreciate the gentle swell of her developing breasts and, eventually, the first to slide between her spread thighs and relieve her of her virginity.
High school was pretty good for me. I was a well built lad and at fifteen was possessed of a body most twenty year old men would have happily killed for. I soon realised that the muscles in my arms, legs and chest were not the only part of me that was well developed; when sexually aroused (which I was most of the time at high school) my penis measured up to eight inches in length and was as thick around as most girl's wrists. The speed at which gossip travels, I was soon inundated with offers of dates and so my sexual education began. Some girls just wanted to look, some giggled when they encountered my size, but fortunately there were some that would stroke and squeeze my out-sized member and a few (more advanced young ladies) that would take me into their mouth's or actually let me fuck them.
But April was always my favourite. A buxom, homely girl she was by no means the most attractive female I'd encountered but she possessed a simply sparkling personality and an intelligence and wit beyond her years. We dated for the whole of our last year at high school and it was almost refreshing when on our first date she didn't make a clumsy, fumbling attempt to grab at my cock. As time went on, she was happy for me to slide my hand into her bra and up her skirt and would groan happily into my neck as I fingered her juicy pussy or rolled a stiff nipple between my fingers, but she never made any attempt to touch or even to see my swollen tool.
Then one night we were making out in my car. As usual, I had her skirt up to her waist and her panties around her ankles with two fingers working feverishly inside her wet pussy. April moaned and groaned out her lust as I circled her throbbing clit with my thumb and, as she came hard on my hand, I unzipped myself and placed her hand directly on top of my throbbing cock. I caught my breath as she immediately squeezed the head and dropped down between my legs to lick and suck me. The speed at which she accepted her task was so devastating that within a few short seconds I was breathing hard and pumping a gallon of cum into her mouth. It didn't seem to matter how much seed I released, April swallowed it all with complete satisfaction.
As we left school and embarked on our careers, April and I never lost touch. She had realised by this time that I was not the marrying kind and she seemed as happy as me that whenever we met up we would head straight for the nearest hotel and fuck the afternoon away blissfully. But April always wanted to get married and eventually she did. Her choice of husband surprised me a little.
George Newton had also been at the same school, but was a year younger. I remembered him a little; a slightly built boy, quiet and reserved - maybe a bit too "pretty" - but with a good brain. I hoped that they would be happy, but was also a little disappointed that my ongoing affair with April looked like ending soon. But April seemed to have other ideas. I met her in the street the day before her wedding as she was doing some last minute shopping. Being the perfect gentleman, I kissed her chastely on the cheek and offered my sincere congratulations.
April pulled me close. "I want you," she whispered, "I want you now!"
I was a little surprised that she was prepared to be unfaithful the day before her wedding but, as my schedule allowed me the rest of the afternoon free, I grabbed her hand and led her to my hotel.
That afternoon April was more passionate and more adventurous than I had ever known her. We made love for hours and eventually we dozed off in each others arms. I awoke a short time later to the glorious sensations of April's lips curled around the head of my growing penis. She sucked me and licked my balls until, for the second time that afternoon, I released a bucket load of cum.
"Wow, April!" I said as my tool slipped from between her cum streaked lips. "I'm gonna miss all this!"
"That's really why I wanted to see you." she replied. "All this doesn't have to end, you know. You and me."
"But you're getting married in the morning, darling. What do you mean?"
"I've spoken to George. He really does love me you know, but he also knows that he can't satisfy me by himself. I've told him that I have to keep seeing you, I have to have you're big, juicy prick!"
April idly toyed with my flaccid member as she continued.
"George has agreed, whenever you and I meet up - assuming you have time of course - we can spend our time in bed - or wherever we wish to do it!"
I was surprised and delighted that my relationship with April was to continue. And continue it did, for many years. April would call me from time to time and we would meet up and fuck for hours - she even learned how to take my big tool into her ass!
There was no animosity between George and I. We spoke often on the phone and, although my affair with April was never mentioned directly, he seemed happy enough that his wife was satisfied. Then, one day, the situation changed slightly.
The call from April came out of the blue. We hadn't spoken (or fucked) for ages due to her and George having moved to a different city. I was delighted to hear from her and as I heard her voice, my cock began to grow in my pants.
After the introductory small talk April said simply: "Can you come and see us, Bob? To our home?"
This was unusual. April had always insisted that when we met up we would always either use my place (I'm still single) or a hotel. She never wanted to disrespect George by sleeping with me in their home.
"Sure." I replied, "I have a business meeting up North next week, I can stay on for an extra day. But are you sure you want me to come to your home?"
"Yes, Bob. Things have changed slightly."
I was intrigued. April continued.
"I don't really know how to say this, or even if you will agree, but...."
"Just tell me, sweetheart. We've been friends a long time!"
"Well......George wants to see us do it!" She blurted this last line out.
To be frank, I wasn't completely shocked. My telephone conversations with George in the past had led me to believe that he might be quite keen on voyeurism, but I didn't honestly think that he wanted to watch his own wife...and with ME!
My agreement was swift and uncomplicated. Business was going very well for me at the moment and, although I've never gone short of a sexy bed companion when I wanted one, I hadn't really had time for it recently. Besides, the thought of losing myself between April's voluptuous breasts and inching my cock up inside her tight pussy was giving me such an erection! The thought of George watching us only made me feel more excited.
Eventually the meeting up North the following week drew to an unimaginative conclusion. I confess that my concentration was a little lacking, my thoughts being with April and George who were waiting for me not twenty miles away. Eventually I gave up and turned the rest of the meeting over to my young assistant, Rachel. I made my excuses, saying that I was due at another conference and, with Rachel's big blue eyes staring up at me in confusion, I smiled and left the office.
The drive to the suburbs was quick and, thankfully, largely traffic free. George opened the door to me with a big smile. We shook hands as old friends and I was immediately invited inside. Once in the lounge George made a big fuss about pouring drinks. I looked around but couldn't see April anywhere.
"She's upstairs waiting for us." George said, seeing me glancing around. "We can go straight up if you like."
I nodded my head smiling widely as George handed me a large scotch and led the way.
