Ting 3:
Tommy and Lauren
Bill and Wendy
Art and Candy
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I had never expected my idea of watching another man fuck my lovely wife, Ting, to be so exciting, or to lead us into relationships with friends as it had. Still, I certainly have enjoyed the sight of my wife on her back with a hard cock doing pushups in her pussy while I was getting some hot pussy myself. It had gone far beyond anything I expected her to do - and what was even better, she was enjoying it as much as I. It was an entirely new facet of our love for each other. Not only were both of us getting some marvelous sex from friends and now, neighbors, but also we were finding out that it made our own lovemaking more spontaneous, intense and enjoyable.
"It was your fantasy," she whispered to me one night as we made love, "and you know I'll do anything to make you happy."
She said this as she rode my cock (which certainly made me happy) after a full night of fun with Bill and Wendy. I could still feel the remnant of Bill's cum in that tight sheath that gave me so much delight. It was a pleasure I had relished ever since the first time I fucked her after Tommy had filled her with his hot cum. As any man will tell you, there are few sensations more arousing than fucking your wife through a load that another man has left in her. What's even better, Ting told me that it made the feeling of a hard dick fucking her even more intense. She loved it as much and I did.
"Frankly, I doubted that you would ever be willing to do it," I told her, thrusting upward as she ground her pussy around my cock in a circular motion. I knew that would have her cumming shortly since it excited her clit almost as much as it did my hard dick.
"Oh, I might not have if you hadn't kept telling me how much you wanted to see it happen. Tommy just happened to be around at the time when I decided I could let it happen once, just to see if it would have any effect on our marriage."
"Well, it certainly did," I said with a groan of pure pleasure. "I've never dreamed you could take me on as many times a day as we've been doing ever since that first time."
"I have to," she said, speeding up her grinding rotation. "After all, I wouldn't want you to have all those 'strange' cunts wrapped around your cock for too long. You might get used to it and decide you don't need me any more." she joked.
I lost it right then. The combined sensations of her super slick vagina, and the memories of watching her suck Bill's cock as well as seeing him fill her tight little cunt were just too much. I knew she too was close as her eyes closed, her head went back, and she began squeezing her breasts while posting up and down on my throbbing meat. Gripping Ting's tight little buns, I pulled her down hard on my cock just as the moment hit. Hot jets of thick cum were filling her pussy as she shook with her own orgasm. She was keening that beautiful sound that told me she was cumming hard too. I pulled her down and rolled her over on her back, drawing her knees up in the crooks of my elbows as I drove into her. I watched the flush of her orgasm creep over her chest and into her face as she continued thrusting her hips upward, driving me deep into her pussy. Her cunt was gripping my cock in a series of milking sensations. I knew my hard couldn't last much longer, but I wanted every drop of my cum in her cunt. When finally Ting shuddered and relaxed her own vice grip around my back, I rolled her over on her side and we held each other close, showing our mutual appreciation with a long, slow kiss.
Ting knew what I would want next and, as we broke our embrace, she rolled once more onto her back and spread her legs wide.
"Want it?" she asked with that devilish grin of hers.
"Is a hog's rear end pork?" I responded with a wide smile of my own. Ting's legs circled behind my back as my face neared her crotch. The puffy lips of her pussy were still open enough I could see a portion of the heavy load I had shot into her and I attacked it with my tongue, closing my lips over that equally swollen clit as well as the rest of her labia. Her hips jerked upward as she felt my tongue enter her.
"Yes, yes," she hissed as her hands found the back of my head and pulled me tightly to her hot crotch. The scent and taste of our lovemaking was a heady, intoxicating mixture of sensual pleasure "Eat me, honey," she groaned, "I'm going to cum again!"
She was right. Even as my tongue scooped the last of my deposit into my mouth and I swallowed the mixture of our juices, Ting pulled me so hard into her crotch I felt I was drowning. Her juices were flowing copiously, so much so that I pulled her over me and let gravity feed me the rest as her body shook in the throes of her orgasm.
Art and Candy had been our neighbors since the first day we moved into this newly developed neighborhood. Both were black although it seemed to make no difference to them or the rest of the neighborhood. In fact, since we had moved in, we had seen the neighborhood become much more mixed, racially and ethnically, than we had expected. Yet there seemed to be no resentment among those here first. We liked that, and we also liked our neighbors.
Since our arrival, we had learned it was traditional to rotate the 'required' Fourth of July barbecue among those on our block, first at one house then the next. For some newcomers it was the first time they had celebrated this American holiday, but the familiarity with each other blossomed even as our taste buds learned to savor more than hot dogs, hamburgers and a cold beer or soft drink.
Art and Candy were the beer, hot dog and hamburger types, just as we were. It didn't take the Fourth to get us together. Any weekend when the heat was bearable and the pool water warm was enough to make a foursome or moresome. The mix of cultures had really been an eye opener to Ting. Soon she too was wearing bathing suits that would have shocked her in the early years of our marriage. What really turned me on more than anything though was the fact that skinny-dipping had become the rule of the day among our friends for many of those late night dips. A high privacy fence protected our privacy and had become so popular that every house on our block had one. It left the sides of the properties open, but precluded anyone on the street from a view of what was happening. No one thought anything about stripping to the buff any longer as the moon rose higher in the sky. And what a delightful view it could bring!
At first it had been just with Tommy and Lauren, then Bill and Wendy joined us in these late night frolics that more often than not led to even more fun in our bedrooms. Art had not gotten into those antics at first, but I noticed he was becoming more used to the display of the feminine form and would no longer disappear into their own home with Candy. He admitted to me that the sight of all those divine feminine forms had made it necessary for him to take Candy inside and fuck her senseless. The first time that it got to the buff state though was with just the four of us. I hadn't missed the effect it had on him before and expected him to desert Ting and I at any moment. But tonight was somehow different. He was sporting a thick, and slightly longer boner in his Speedo's than my own, yet he still hadn't abandoned us when both Ting and Candy had doffed their suits as the sun disappeared. I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of Candy's bare D cup delights. Neither could Ting, but she appeared much more interested in the hard-on Art was now sporting. Still he had a hard time admitting it, even to herself. I saw her blush and look away quickly when Art's suit came off the first time.
Candy noticed it too and laughed as she saw Ting's embarrassment at being seen staring.
"Don't worry, honey," she laughed, "he doesn't bite. At least not too hard."
Ting was mortified. Art laughed as he realized that Ting had been staring at his gift and Candy had caught her at it.
"Show her, honey." She told her husband.
Now Art had been enjoying the view of Ting's shape ever since that first day, and even more so now that the bathing suits no longer hid any part of it. He seemed fascinated by her almost hairless crotch and armpits, just as I was in the reverse as I mentally fondled his wife.
Candy is a lovely, five foot eight bundle of delights with the same open, candid approach to life that our "closest" friends have. She knew she had a beautiful body and didn't mind displaying it when circumstances permitted. Many times in our earlier visits in their home and ours, she had worn some item of upper garments that fit tightly across her 38-inch bust line. But what I liked even more was when she wore one of the loose smocks that allowed an even better view of those twin lovelies when she leaned forward. Candy never wore a bra, I learned later, and yet they were as firm and high standing as Ting's. I had been caught more than once ogling them at some opportune moment, earning only a smile from her, and a chuckle from Art.
Ting looked away when Art approached her at his wife's suggestion. She looked at me first, but wouldn't look at him until he took her hand from the arm of the deck chair and put it on his now engorged cock. It was only then that she turned and eyed that heavy piece of beef.
"M-m-m, that feels good," Art cooed as Ting's hand slowly began to curl around it. "Would you like a taste of my chocolate lollypop little girl?" he teased. I think it surprised him when my lovely wife opened her mouth wide and slowly slid her lips over the bulging head of his now cum-leaking cock head. I was surprised too, but not so much because she was doing something I knew she liked, but also because Candy, sitting on the picnic table only a few feet away, beckoned me over.
"The house rule," she purred, "is if daddy gets some, so does mommy."
I wouldn't have minded if Candy only mimicked Ting's obvious interest, but I wanted more. That luscious black bush between her thighs already sparkled with dewy droplets, and that offered much more enticement to me. She didn't object when instead of offering my cock for her oral pleasure, I pushed her back slightly and moved between her warm thighs.
Laying back on the table, her upper body inclined on her elbows, she smiled at me. "Ah, that's what I was hoping for," she said softly as I began rubbing the head of my dick over lips that were opening slowly. She sighed, locking her calves behind me as the first inch of swollen head slid into her warm depths. I kept it right there, letting her get used to it as my hands found those marvelous tits of hers. "And a chocolate milk lover too," she crooned as my head lowered to breasts with high standing nipples that fit perfectly in my mouth. I began slowly moving my hips back and forth letting my now freely flowing juices coat her velvety smooth core while I sucked those luscious tits. She lay back horizontally as I tried to inhale as much of that sweet meat as I could, letting my tongue dance over the nipple while she held my head in place.
"Harder," she hissed, "bite them."
I did as I was told, taking little nips at those engorged nipples as I went from one to the other without losing my opportunity to work my cock deeper into her. I realized I should have been watching to see how Ting was doing, but Candy was taking up all my endeavors at the moment. I found out immediately that she loved to fuck and could handle anything I could give her without concern over what Art was doing to Ting.
