Bobby leaned back into his friends' Jon and Trudy's couch, absolutely loving life, the smile of ecstasy on his face.
"Your wife sucks the best cock, Jon," Bobby said, with casual joy, to the fit, sixty-something man sitting close-by on the living room's matching love-seat. A front row seat, and Jon was most attentive to the action happening right before him. Jon's wife, Trudy, still in the jeans and sweater she wore to dinner, knelt at Bobby's feet, his jeans and underwear down at his ankles, and her soft mouth sucking Bobby's thick, proudly erect cock.
"That's why I married her," Jon said, equally casually. "You know, in the six months since we started playing," Jon continued, "watching Trudy suck you off has not lost any of its hotness."
Trudy made noises on Bobby's cock to signal that she agreed.
"Cool," Bobby said, "let's make it a special night. Let's make it a snowball night."
"Mmmm-hmmm," Trudy agreed again, not taking her mouth off of the girthy dick.
"Wait a minute--" Jon said, in mock-protest. A pause for dramatic effect, and then Jon continued: "I think that's a fuckin' awesome idea. Nice one, Bobby!"
And sixty-something Jon held up his hand for a high-five from forty-something Bobby. Bobby, naturally, slapped Jon five and laughed, Jon's wife steadily sucking Bobby's cock without pause the whole time.
After another minute from Trudy's oral, Bobby came slow and hard into her mouth. Trudy kept his penetration shallow, to make it easier to capture this special creamy-salty treat for her husband.
Trudy was expert at all the games that one woman and two men can play together, after all the many games she had learned to play with Bobby and Jon this year already. And so she expertly received the climax of her younger lover; expertly held his salty-sweetness (with a hint of pineapple) in her mouth while her lover's erection slowly subsided after its eruption; expertly lifted off of her knees to stand over her older husband; expertly lowered her still-closed mouth down to her husband's open lips; and expertly French-kissed a mouthful of hot, fresh come into her husband's mouth.
Trudy loved to feel Jon swallowing while her tongue kept pushing its way into his mouth. Trudy loved feeling Jon adapt and react as the salty liquid cascaded out of his wife's mouth, slipping off her tongue and lips, feeding Jon the cum of another man. Trudy felt an electric charge when Jon's tongue touched hers in this illicit kiss between two long-married spouses. The way Jon obeyed and received without questioning made it unambiguously clear to Trudy that he loved her and approved of her and would, without shame, share her pleasures and strive to enhance them.
Bobby loved watching Trudy snowball his load into Jon's mouth. He loved how sweetly she held his cock in her mouth after he came, keeping him warm and not spilling a drop of him. He loved the serious way, the graceful way Trudy rose and fed her husband his special surprise. He loved how eagerly and obediently Jon accepted; he loved to see Jon's joy at sharing these intimacies with his formerly-prudish wife and his new friend. And he loved seeing Trudy's apparent joy at both being able to realize her husband's deepest fantasies, and to play with her husband in a position whereby she was uncritically above and in charge in their marriage, as she knew she deserved to be, no matter Jon's life-long massive earnings and wise investment decisions.
"Tastes like pineapple," Jon said, and Bobby and Trudy both laughed.
Bobby loved the feeling of afterglow around this couple, especially after both had been able to taste and enjoy the physical manifestation of his ecstasy.
"Oh, that reminds me," he said from his ultra-relaxed position, feeling the plushness of the couch cushions behind him and under him, enjoying the cooling air on his softening cock. "Thank's again, Jon, for picking up the check at dinner," Bobby said.
"Don't mention it," Jon said, happily; focused on wetting his palate as if there was some taste in his mouth he was trying to get out--or savor. "I fed you," he said, "then you fed me."
Trudy giggled.
"Well, I think that about does it for me," Jon continued. "You kids have fun, I think I'm going to bed."
"He just wants to go brush his teeth," Trudy joked.
"And gargle!" Jon joked, getting up from his space on the matching loveseat. "If you're going to take my wife to bed," he said casually to Bobby, "please fuck her senseless."
Trudy giggled again and Bobby said "Aye aye, captain," and then Jon walked down the hall to the master bedroom.
Bobby gestured to Trudy, who sat down on his lap, resting herself on one of his naked thighs.
"You've got a great husband," Bobby said to her.
