A follow-up from - "My Wife's Friends Save The Day."
Kay.
I woke slowly and blissfully happy. Her small arm was wrapped around my chest; her naked body pressed against mine, comforting and sensual. I kissed her small fingers and felt her smile, her muscles responding, hips pushing into my buttocks, fingers closing around mine. A few moments more and her hand travelled down my body, gripping the base of my hardening penis. I turned to face her and her tongue automatically entered my mouth. God, what had I done to deserve this?
In my teens, still in school, I'd been madly in love with Kay. Back then, she liked me too but we were both too young, both too shy to make it work. I'd walk her home every day in silence because neither of us had the courage to speak; crippled by embarrassment and insecurity. I never came close to working up the courage necessary to ask her out. Instead, heartbroken, I drifted off and for years she was just a painful memory; an arrow in my heart. That was until one day, out of the blue, Steven, one of my best friends from school, told me he was marrying her. Of course, there was a stab of jealousy but it was easily shoved aside because I have a genuine affection for my friend and I wanted him to be happy. And Kay too. Reacquainting with her gave me enormous pleasure and we both laughed at our earlier awkward dalliance. And here she was now, climbing on top of me with her lips locked on mine, sensually guiding her hips, teasing the tip of my cock with her labia, moaning seductively as my hard-on slowly penetrates her, pushing further still until all of me was inside her.
Her husband Steven is still my best friend. In fact, he's lying asleep beside us with his arm around my naked wife, Karen. His hand is cupped around her breast.
Kay's thrusting soon became more urgent. She sat up a little more so she could grind her clitoris against my pubic bone, forcing her cervix against the head of my cock. I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist, cupping her ass with my other hand, my fingertip beside her asshole. "Mmm. Yes. That's so nice." she breathed in my ear. We caught each other's eye for the first time and we both grinned conspiratorially, sneaking a look at our sleeping spouses beside us.
They weren't sleeping for long though as Kay's thrusts became more insistent. She was starting to shake the entire bed actually. Karen peered at us through half-closed lids and smiled broadly when she understood what was going on. Her nipple responded immediately, hardening in Steven's hand. His fingers closed around it spontaneously and she groaned, lips parting in sleepy ecstasy .
Kay was riding me like a rodeo horse now, thrashing herself wildly, guiding me to pull hard on her nipples, immensely turned on by her own exhibitionism. "Fuck me. Fuck me." she begged, arching her back with her arms behind her head. Karen's tiny hand stroked her ribs and inner thigh and Kay's tongue licked her teeth lustily as she watched her husband's hand massaging Karen's breast. Eventually Karen reached her hand behind Steven's neck and they started kissing and licking each other's tongues. "Fuck my cunt." Karen sighed seductively into his mouth, closing her eyes.
Kay's vaginal muscles clamped my cock in response as she started to cum. Her stomach went rigid and a sudden fluidic release occurred around my cock. She gripped my wrists with incredible strength, fucking me with her whole body, violent and desperate. Her thigh muscles clamped my sides and she pleaded through gritted teeth, "Cum inside me! Please! Please cum inside me."
I released everything, ejaculating deep inside Kay while beside me, my wife gasped as Steven's cock entered her. Karen's hand found mine as we shared this unforgettable moment of bliss.
Determined to fill Kay entirely, I released load after load after load, thrusting, pounding her cunt. Kay kissed me hard as we fucked, our teeth gently clashing. My thrusts forcing out of her little erotic breaths which I inhaled. Our shared climax was overwhelming and it was a long, long time before we regained ourselves. Kay collapsed on top of me, my penis still inside her, softening slowly. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and found her mouth with mine. Lazily we kissed and smooched like lovers, watching our spouses fuck like animals beside us.
"I love the way Karen's pussy stretches around a really huge cock." Kay confided, whispering in my ear. "I could watch it all day. It's like her cunt is actually sucking it."
My cock twitched inside her and her body flinched in response causing us to quietly giggle. God! I was getting hard again. Fuck!
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Life has become something of a roller-coaster ride for me. My school-yard bully, James Thompson owns my wife completely now. Continuously uses and degrades her as he sees fit. It's difficult to reconcile with, even after all this time. She craves it. Being used. Submission is a drug for her so, I go along with it. For her. She wants it. I love her. I trust her. But God, it's humiliating. And painful. So, yes. These are the low points. The high points, on the other hand, are as I just described with Kay and Steven. Karen's sexual exploits have captivated our friends' imaginations utterly and completely, encouraging them to participate in a significantly more open attitude towards sex. We don't swing. We don't have orgies, etc. Our night with Kay and Steven was a fluke and totally unplanned. We all had a little too much to drink at dinner and we got a little carried away playing board-games, of all things, enjoying the company. Our love-making happened spontaneously and consensually.
As far as my friends go, Steven, Craig, Graham are the same as we've always been our whole lives; good mates. Our wives are something else! Karen is new to their group and they've embraced her completely. Sam, Michelle, Kay and Karen spend nearly every day together now, indulging in spa's and shopping, drinking, eating and what have you. Plus... they fuck each other constantly too. A fact which we husbands have unanimously agreed is just about the sexiest and best thing to have ever happened to us. Ever! Even though we're excluded from their lovemaking.
This may be a short-lived thing, what with human dynamics and complex relationships forever changing, but we all hope not. The four girls have never been happier than they are together. I hope it stays that way.
On our phones, Stephen, Graham, Craig and I all have the same desktop wallpaper. Our wives gifted it to us. Wrapped in each other's arms, our four topless wives are grinning beatifically at the camera, posing lewdly, presenting their gorgeous boobs. Sam and Karen are licking the tip of each other's tongues while Kay is cupping one of Karen's large breasts and Michelle is playfully biting her own finger. It's the most heart-stoppingly erotic image I've ever fucking seen. I'll cherish it always.
So, the high points get me through the low points. Low points such as the following.
It was our anniversary the other week and instead of going out, Karen and I decided to have a special night in, like we used to have years ago when we were broke and an Indian Takeaway was something of a momentous treat. We got dressed up for each other, set the table with candles, etc, and a meal that had taken me the best part of the afternoon to prepare. Dinner was wonderful. The wine was strong and we were happy, enjoying each other's company. But then a rattle of keys in the front door caught us both by surprise. Alarmed, I started to get up out of my chair but Karen stopped me. "It'll be James! I gave him a key!" She was fidgeting with excitement.
"You did what?" I cried, unable to believe my ears.
The front door slammed closed and sure enough, the awful prick appeared in our living room doorway, larger than life, grinning like a fucking polished matador.
"Don't get up." he immediately ordered Karen, who was beginning to rise. She was smiling up at him in a way that made me feel physically ill. Making no apology for interrupting, he scanned our table and strutted over, standing between me and my wife. He dumped a limp bouquet of flowers in my lap, distractedly playing with the strap of Karen's dress on her bare shoulder. Helping himself to a morsel of food from my plate he said to her, "Show me your tits." So much for small talk!
I started to object but with no hesitation whatsoever, Karen yanked her dress and bra down to her waist, revealing her startlingly naked torso. God, her full gorgeous breasts looked incredible in the candlelight .
"How are you doing, Willy?" James asked me insolently.
"Er... fine thanks. Apart from you interrupting our anniversary dinner that is."
James chuckled, "Aw, it's your anniversary, is it? Ooops. If only I'd known."
It was quite clear that he had known. It was the reason he was here, I was sure. He'd stopped in deliberately just to twist the knife.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect cock, shoving it into Karen's keen mouth. "Please. Go on with your meal." he said, helping himself to another morsel of food, followed by a drink of my wine. Fucking hell! I couldn't look away. Karen's tiny mouth was stretched obscenely around his rock-hard penis. Her fingers were playing with his balls. She was on the edge of her seat, her head bobbing enthusiastically, her eyes staring up into his.
