PART VII – The Finale
"Let me see that beautiful cock of yours," my wife, Wendy squealed, stripping off her remaining clothes. In seconds, Tom's cock was out as he stood naked before her and she sat naked on the bed. I stood in the doorway to our bedroom, having just given my wife permission to fuck Tom, her friend from work. Tom and his wife Kylie were sharing a cabin with us, and his massive cock had been driving her wild all week. She had jerked him off in the bathroom, and again on a secluded island in the lake. Today, she had blown him for the first time (twice, actually), but they had yet to consummate their affair.
Tom's impressive 12 inch cock had turned my shy, conservative wife into a slutty size queen, and I had just told her she could complete the transformation. Wendy studied Tom's cock as it bobbed before her. With my permission, she was now free to lust for him guilt free—no more hurried handjobs or pretending that she was just innocently helping him out.
She bit her lip and placed both hands gently over the crown and slowly stroked down the shaft, almost petting it. Her eyes widened as her interlocked fingers reached the base, and she pressed firmly, marveling at his size. Her eyes flitted up to his and she smiled at him in awe and lust.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, my wife slowly opened her plump, red lips and, with a tortuous purpose moved her cherubic mouth towards Tom's cock. As she came painfully close, staring up at Tom, keeping their eyes locked, her tongue advanced forward and landed softly on the tip of his now throbbing crown. My wife slowly engulfed the head of Tom's cock, worshiping it as she let out subtle, joyful moan, which carried into a low, guttural laugh. She smiled up at Tom from under his tool.
Knowing she could not fit it all in her mouth just yet, Wendy began to tease Tom, running her tongue under his shaft, gently nibbling under the crown. She had done this for the first (and second) time earlier today, but she was quickly becoming an expert at servicing his 12 inch tool. She stole a glance at me and tried to smile with her mouth full of his cock.
Tom's wife, Kylie, joined me at the doorway. Her long, tanned, taut Asian body was meant to be my consolation. Our own budding romance had been consummated earlier that day, unbeknownst to my wife and her husband. "You did the right thing, John," she said. "They would've just done it behind your back anyway." She paused, taking them in. "Wendy is really taken with his cock. I guess some girls really obsess over size instead of technique."
Tom was leaning forward, playing with Wendy's tits as she worshipped his hard cock. After a week of handjobs and fucking his skinny, tight wife, Tom was clearly anxious to pound away at my wife's softer, fleshier body. He was not the kind of guy to suffer foreplay well.
Kylie leaned in to kiss me, we kissed as my wife tried to stuff Tom's long, tanned python into her mouth. "It's difficult to get in all in at first," Kylie whispered in my ear. "She's really quite good at it. Ooh," Kylie whispered as we watched my wife slowly engulf his cock, "she's definitely done this before." Wendy would push her mouth onto Tom's cock, and pull back to continue her undercarriage cock worship. Her hands had slipped behind him, firmly grabbing his toned ass cheeks, bracing herself against the effort of her oral service.
As I watched them, still holding onto Kylie, my cock twitched and I let out an involuntary moan. "Are you sure you want to watch, John? What comes next may be hard for you to see." She reached down and grabbed onto my rigid cock through my shorts. "Then again, maybe you like what you see." She whispered in my ear that she was so happy that I was okay with this; that I was better than Brad for not being jealous.
Kylie led me back into the bedroom where Wendy was now struggling to just get her petite hand around Tom's cock. It had to be 7 inches in girth. Her delicate hands could not fit completely around it, it was so huge. She eagerly grabbed it with both hands and began stroking him, using a mix of her saliva and his precum as lubricant.
Kylie sat me down on the couch, facing the bed. We watched my wife and her husband as if it were a show for our arousal. I could see the veins bulging on top of Tom's cock and another dollop of pre-cum that spilled out of the top. Wendy spread it around the head with her tongue as she massaged the shaft with both hands.
I sat admiring the lusty, animal coupling as Kylie gracefully stripped off her own clothing, then pulled off my shorts, revealing my rock hard, 7 inch cock. She began to stroke me, a small consolation as Tom broke away from my wife and threw her on the bed. Her dripping cunt facing Kylie and me. I could tell my wife was more aroused than ever. "Enough foreplay," Tom bellowed. "Time for me to fuck those sweet titties. I've been dreaming of this for a long time." His teeth were clenched as he straddled my wife, his boss, and shoved his cock between her soft, pale white, double-D tits.
My wife, who, before this weekend, was not adventurous enough to have sex outside of the bedroom, was spitting between her fleshy tits and opening her mouth to accept the tip of another man's cock as he tit fucked her. Tom was unloading years of sexual tension between them, and Wendy was gladly accepting everything he gave her and begging for more.
With each stroke, his anger and frustration hardened him. He reached back with his right hand and firmly shoved two fingers into her sopping twat. She squealed and called out, "fuck me you stud; fuck my tits with your long, hard cock." His left hand grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his cock as he rammed it like a piston into her cleavage. She eagerly accepted his cock into her wet, pouty lips, licking and sucking it as he thrust it in and out of her sweat and pre-cum lubed melons.
One arm holding my wife's head to his cock, the other pounding her cunt with two fingers, he rode my wife like a seesaw. She began to moan erratically. His thrusts were uneven for her, and she desperately wanted to cum.
She firmly guided his arms to her tits so she could free her own hands. As he smashed her double-D's together with his powerful arms, Wendy slipped her hands under his legs, urgently groping for her own wet pussy. Her fingers slipped in easily.
Kylie was lying beside me as we sat naked on the couch facing Tom and Wendy, taking in the spectacle of their wantonness. Kylie, eager to please me now that we could be open about our own feelings, took my cock in her mouth. Her long black Asian hair tickling my naked body as she softly swallowed my cock. Her legs were outstretched on the couch, her naked, tight, tanned ass shining up at me. I wet my fingers, eased her thighs apart and began to rub her tight, young lips. Unlike Tom, I wanted to savor Kylie's body. Tom continued to ravage my wife.
"Fuck me Tom, fuck me please, I beg you. I want your cock inside me," my wife pleaded. Tom refused. Like so many men, Tom had dreamt of fucking my wife's tits since the day they met. He kept pushing his cock through her tits. She desperately fingered herself, frantically rubbing her clitoris. She began to cum and Tom continued to fuck her tits and mouth. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by Tom's cock intermittently thrusting into her mouth and waiting lips. "Mmmmwow, mmmwow, yessmmmm mmyesm mmmnnnggh." My wife came, but Tom kept thrusting his massive cock into her body, even as her orgasm had drained her and left her limp beneath him.
After a moment, Wendy regained her senses, still desperate to feel Tom inside her. "Fuck me Tom, fuck me please, I beg you. I want your cock inside me," my wife pleaded again. His brutal thrusting through her tits continued. Wendy took her hand from her own sex. Moist with her own juices, she slid it up and down Tom's ass crack. In a swift move, she slipped her index finger into his ass, and pumped his prostate.
Tom arched his back, cried out and blasted his spunk into my wife's waiting mouth and face. She was nearly covered with his seed. She swallowed all she could and began wiping and licking it up. Tom collapsed on the bed next to her.
Kylie paused from the blow job she was giving me. "Tom is brutal in bed. I know he's been thinking about Wendy for a while," she confided. "His cock is so big, he never bothered to learn how to please a woman—he never had to." Kylie had made clear earlier that she preferred my technique to Tom's. I ran my fingers through her hair as she returned to servicing my cock. The fingers on my other hand had slipped into her tight wetness and was massaging her g-spot.
Tom was now on his back, catching his breath. Wendy was gently stroking his flaccid cock, waiting for its hardness to return. As she casually played with his member, their eyes met. She leaned over him, slightly closer. He lifted his head ever so, and my wife gently and briefly placed her lips on his.
They smiled at each other as their kiss broke off, then paused, holding on to the moment, knowing that what came next would change their relationship. My wife then passionately pressed her mouth against his. Her right hand still idly stroking his limp cock, they kissed long and deeply. Tom brought his hand over to hold my wife's cherubic face. Their tongues danced.
Watching them, Kylie slid forward and pulled herself up from my shoulders and neck. We kissed deeply, her soft, firm lips meeting mine. The room was still, but for the gentle sound of the four of us kissing. After a while, Tom regained his strength and Wendy's soft stroking became more purposeful. Wendy turned to admire his swelling member. Her lust overcame her again, and she moved over it, taking it in her mouth again to clean off Tom's cum. She cupped his massive balls with one hand while working the shaft with the other and feeding it into her soft, willing mouth. After a few moments, she looked at him, pleadingly.
"No more fingering, Tom," she pleaded. "I need your cock inside me."
"On your knees," Tom ordered her. She quickly pulled herself up on her knees and presented her pussy for Tom's pleasure. She was facing the window now, so Kylie and I could see them in profile. She looked over at me and just smiled wryly, waiting for Tom to impale her on his cock. Tom slipped in behind her, kneeling on the bed. He guided his 12 inch cock with one hand while holding on to my wife's fleshy hips with the other.
