Di has been spending a lot of time at our house, and a lot of time in our bed for the last couple months. She only stays the night if Seth is out of town which is rare, but it's a strange day if my cock isn't between her lips or buried in her pussy. When she is home, Vanessa & I can't help but hear the arguing - it sounds like neither of them are happy with things at home right now.
Saturday morning comes around, and I get back from running my morning errands. I hesitate before going to my front door. Instead, I walk to our neighbors house. I can see that Diana's car is gone, but Seth's is here. I knock, and a minute later, Seth answers, looking in a bit of a foul mood.
"Hey Dax, what's going on?"
"Not much, I wanted to see what you and Diana were doing this afternoon. Want to come by and swim for a while?" It was quite a hot day, already in the low 90's.
"I don't know, man to be honest we've been fighting a bit lately."
"Nothing a little sun and swimming can't fix. And alcohol."
Seth laughs. "Still I don't think.."
I interrupt. "I bought Vanessa a new bikini. She hasn't even seen it yet. I need you to trust me, that it's worth it." I raise my eyebrows, trying to get my point across.
Seth finally smiles, no doubt picturing my wife in a micro bikini. "OK, I don't think I'm man enough to turn that down."
"That's more like it. See you at two"?
"See you at two."
"Nessa, I'm home." I call out when I open the door. "In here" I hear in response, coming from the bedroom. I make my way back, and Nessa is standing in front of our full-length mirror, completely nude, hands holding up her tiny breasts.
I see this perfect body every day, but every day, I'm stunned by her beauty. Everything from her tight ass to her perfectly tiny tits, her miniscule bottom-only tan lines. Her shapely legs, taut stomach, perfect lips. Her deep copper sun-bronzed skin, nearly perfect, marred only by her ever expanding number of tattoos. The black Q spade on her right tit, the Q just above her labia. The large Q spade on her right ass cheek. The full "Queen of Spades", with the Q inside a spade, along the inside of her wrist. "Size does matter" in cursive above a 12" ruler, on the small of her back. A faux garter high on her left thigh, low enough that it shows under most of her skirts, a tribal design with the word "Slut" worked in.
I wrap my hands around my wife from behind, and those lips curl upward in a half smile. "What are you thinking about?" I ask, sensing her mind wandering.
"I've been thinking."
"Uh oh" I reply, a smirk on my face.
"Shut up. I mean it. I've been thinking. And I want you to be honest with me. No matter what."
"I promise" I reply, meaning it, but also concerned.
"I know how much you like Diana's boobs. Don't lie, I know you love them. I've been thinking about getting implants."
"Nessa."
"Wouldn't I look better with C cups?"
"Nessa. You are absolutely and utterly perfect. There isn't a tiny part of your body I would change it any way. Your body is perfect. You are perfect."
"So you don't wish I had bigger boobs?"
"No more than you wish I had a bigger dick."
Vanessa gives me a sideways look, breaking out into a smirk quickly. "I don't wish that."
"Exactly. I can enjoy bigger tits on another woman, just like you can enjoy a bigger dick on another man. Now come, enough of this." Without another word, I deftly scoop her up in my arms, toss her on the bed, spread her legs and dive between them. I begin to devour her pussy, her moans coming quickly. Her juices begin to flow, dripping everywhere.
"Baby use your hand" Nessa cries out.
I rub my hand against her massive labia, coating it in her juices. I press my fist against her opening and she swallows me whole, instantly, enveloping my hand in her heat and liquidy wetness. I work my hand in and out of her, her moans instensifying, her breath coming quicker and quicker. "More Dax, more." she cries.
I pull my hand out, rub my left hand against her to moisten it. I push my right hand in deep, and then gently press 4 fingers from my left alongside, her pussy hungrily accepting them. Slowly, patiently I work, taking my time, teasing, before her breath tells me the time is right. I tuck the thumb from my left hand in, and press firmly against her opening.
Her moans turn to shrieks as her cunt opens wide, easily and greedily accepting my other hand. Slowly I begin to move both my fists in and out, double fist-fucking that perfect cunt.
"Don't... Stop... Oh God Dax don't stop." Nessa cries out, obviously nearing a powerful climax.
I have no intention of stopping.
I do slow for a moment. I adjust my position, mounting my wife as best I can. I press my cock against her opening, between my hands and her pussy wall. Slowly I press my cock inside her, her hole impossibly hot, wet, and most of all, tight.
That's enough, and Vanessa cries out as her body is racked with waves of pleasure. One orgasm, two, three, in back to back succession.
It's too much for me, too, as I feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching. I pull out of her all at once, her cunt entrance gaping wide open as my hands exit her. I press inside her cavern for a few thrusts with my cock alone, and feel nothing. Pulling out, I move up to my wife's face. She takes me between her lips instantly, and not ten seconds later, I explode in her mouth, spilling my seed between her lips.
After a short rest, I go back and begin to lick her pussy again, her brief protests giving way to moans. Once I decided she was ready, I went to our toy drawer and pulled out the box of giant ben wa balls. I grasped one, enabled the vibration, and pressed it inside her, pushing it deep inside with ease. Then I turn on and slide in another, and another. Her body began to relax, assuming she was done, but no. I know she can take more, and I slide in a fourth jumbo ball. Her cunt accepts it without protest.
Her cunt full of four huge vibrating balls, it was positively dripping. I give her clit a gentle suckling for a moment, and then retrieve a pair of panties from the dresser, sliding them on her against her protests. "We have company coming at 2. You'll keep these balls inside you - all four - until they arrive. Do you understand?" I say, my face serious.
Vanessa nodded, her face a combination of serious and pre-orgasmic, along with anticipatory. Who was coming? She wanted to ask, but also didn't want to ask.
I went to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. I popped off the tops, and came in to give one to my topless, vibrating wife. She starts to protest that it's too early, but comes to the conclusion that a beer sounds good. She wraps those perfect lips around the neck and tips the bottle back. I watch, mesmerized, as she drains the bottle before I've taken more a single sip. Eyebrows raised, I offer her my bottle. She takes it and repeats the motion. Oh it's going to be a fun day.
We spent the time between our freaky sex and our guests' arrival drinking. We each killed off 3 beers, and a couple shots of Tequila for good measure. We were sitting in the living room, Tequila bottle and double-height shot glasses on the table. I'm dressed normal, but V is still topless, wearing her panties with a huge wet spot, a faint humming everpresent.
It was almost two - "Time to get you dressed." Quite drunk myself, I picked up Vanessa and carted her off to the bedroom. There, I slipped her into a thin white tank top, her dark nipples faintly visible, and a medium length black skirt, falling loosely halfway to her knees. The four massive balls remained inside her, kept in place by her silk panties. I reached inside her panties to gently rub her soaked hypersensitive clit, but pulled my hand away quickly, wanting to keep her on the edge.
Before Vanessa could protest, the doorbell rang. "You should get that." I say. V stumbles a bit getting to her feet, and walks unsteadily to the door, flinging it open as I watch from behind. She greets our guests loudly, with huge, clumsy hugs, and sloppy kisses on the lips, perhaps with a little too much tongue.
