I've often wondered how you felt the first time you watched me enter your wife.
Excitement, maybe? Arousal, surely. That much was evident. Did you not feel possessive as you watched my cock slide deep into her pussy and she groaned with excitement? Did you notice how much longer and thicker it was than yours? It must have been many years since you had seen her so turned-on, so wet. Maybe during your honeymoon, 15 years ago...or before that even.
You could probably smell her arousal in that small bedroom. After all, I had been playing with her for ages, easing one finger, then two, then three into her widening hole. By the time I was nudging my erection against her flesh she was already more than ready. I don't need to remind you of that.
Did you have any doubts? If so, you didn't say anything. After all you had played a role in the events which led to this point. You were with us weeks ago when the flirting began, the teasing, the playing and each little moment as we all became more and more intimate. At first it had seemed so unlikely. She was old enough to be my mother - nearly - as you liked to point out. But here we were, heading towards the inevitable.
I had never previously noticed how many photographs there were in the room. Of the both of you together. Wedding photograph, confetti freeze-framed in the air. Holiday shots, you in shorts and her in bikini, on a white beach. Skiing photographs. A dinner party snap with some of your friends.
You wanted us to do it, I'm sure. It can't have been so very surprising to find yourself watching me fuck your wife for the very first time. Instead you watched, transfixed, as she held her cunt lips apart and I eased myself into her. She was laid back on the double bed, head back, her mouth half-open and her eyes half-closed. I was between her legs, my mouth on her chest, suckling. She was wearing the same red lipstick as always, but it was smudged, smeared around her mouth, from where we had been kissing earlier. I wondered whether some of the lipstick was still on my lips.
And then in a moment she moved her hips forward as I moved by body forward. She was holding herself open, and in one stroke I was inside her. I'll admit I was in heaven. She looked so beautiful, her white thighs, pale belly and large chest pressed against the soft duvet under my thrusts. Long brown hair spread over the pillos. Her tight pussy held me in a warm, wet and surprisingly tight grip. And it was an added thrill to know that you were standing just six feet away, silhouetted by the winter sun coming through the window; still dressed, but your flies open, your cock in your hand.
I held her by the shoulders, leaning forward to kiss her neck and cheeks. I eased my right hand down to her thick pubic hair, seeking out her clit, and stroked the hard little nub as I eased myself in and out. Our motion was purposeful but slow. I think that she and I both wanted to savour it, to make it last a long time.
If you were jealous you didn't show it. I suppose these things are incremental. Perhaps the biggest shock to you had been weeks before when your wife and I first kissed, in front of you, our tongues deep inside each other's mouths. That must have been exciting to watch. Or that morning at breakfast, a few days later, when Margaret removed her top, and then her bra, offering her generous nipples for me to suck - while you ate your toast and marmalade at the other side of the table. Do you remember how stiff her teats were? You showed no emotion at the time, but you must have been churning inside.
And all those other moments which - in retrospect - were just staging posts towards this act. The first time she tentatively touched my cock, the first time I tasted her pussy,
the first time I licked her out. But this, watching her get screwed, was the peak, or so you thought. You watched patiently for five minutes, maybe 10 minutes, which showed remarkable restraint. Your hand, moving up and down your stem, as you followed us with your eyes. I wonder if you felt jealous, watching my young, toned body, such a contrast to your flabby middle-aged spread. You carried on masturbating until your cock was swollen, so swollen. And then you joined in.
As you approached the bed Margaret looked up at you and opened her mouth further, knowing what was coming next. She dutifully took you between her lips. She had her husband's tool in her mouth, rock-hard with excitement, while her pupusy was impaled on her younger lover's cock. My cock. There was a pink flush around her neck. I
knew from previous occasions what that meant; that she was close to her moment or orgasm. I could hear three voices, all breathing heavily, tightly. In that small, quiet room, the window closed, no music on; that was the only sound bar the slurping noise as my erection sawed in and out of your wife's slippery womb.
I wondered what your other neighbours were up to right now. George and Hannah, to the left. Were they cooking dinner or watching TV with the kids? I was glad that both of your children were away for the weekend, leaving us free to play.
You were first to come. I didn't see it, of course, because Margaret was still blowing you, but I saw your face contort with pleasure, saw you grip your wife's head with your hands as you emptied yourself into her throat. And as you withdrew, stepping back, I could see the white liquid dribbling out of her mouth and down
