Characters featured in this story:
The narrator — Male, 24 years old; student in the first year of medical school; recently married to Meg; graduated from Brigham Young University — Idaho with a degree in Health Science.
Meg — Female, 22 years old, 5’10”, 35C; graduated from Brigham Young University — Idaho with a degree in Dance Performance.
Marie Wright — Female, 30 years old, 38D; graduated from Brigham Young University (Provo) with a degree in Marriage and Family Studies.
Mike Wright — Male, 34 years old; graduated from Brigham Young University (Provo) with a degree in sociology.
Eli — neighbor — Male, about 45 years old; retired Marine, weight lifter, African-American.
Emily — neighbor’s wife — Female, about 35 years old; white, 36D.
This story is fictional and the characters are not based on any single individual — though they are a compilation of characteristics and personalities encountered in real life, and in the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any particular person is not intentional. These characters live in a fantasy world where babysitters are always available and adults can come and go whenever they want to. This is also a world where there are no STDs and no unwanted pregnancies resulting from unprotected sex.
Premise: My wife and I help friends finish their basement and meet their neighbors, leading to a BBC experience for Meg.
This story builds as the main characters try new experiences. If you’re looking for something quick, this isn’t it.
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Following a successful service project cleaning our church building, Meg and I accepted the offer of our co-cleaners, Mike and Marie Wright, to help them work on their house.
They live in a quiet neighborhood, just a few blocks from the main road through town — far enough away that traffic in front of their house was almost non-existent, but close enough that it would be a quick trip to the grocery store or gas station.
They had a typical yard for the neighborhood, with a six-foot wooden fence around the back yard, but no fence in the front yard.
Inside their backyard, they had the pride and joy of their house, a wooden patio with a round sunken hot tub, a stone fire pit with a half-circle seating area, and a yard large enough for kids to play catch or pitch a tent to sleep outside on warm summer days.
The house was at the bottom of a slight hill. Across the street was a wooded area around a creek. They had neighbors on both sides, and behind the house, but the woods and creek out front created the feeling that they were in the country, not in the middle of town.
If you watched, you could see rabbits and squirrels playing in the woods; birds were active in the trees, including a hooting owl watching over the grounds. On rare occasions, they would see a deer or two traversing the area. With almost no traffic, it was a quiet peaceful place to live.
Mike and Marie invited us to their house on Monday evening so we could see what work needed done. Mike cooked some chicken on his outdoor grill while the children played in the yard. They have three small children — the oldest is a 9-year-old girl, then a 7-year-old girl, and a 5-year-old boy.
It was fun to watch them play games with their parents, sing songs, say their prayers, and then go off to their bedrooms for the evening. It seemed too idyllic to be real, but Mike and Marie were good parents so maybe it was real.
After the children were gone to bed for the evening, our hosts gave us the grand tour. The semi-public areas of the house were clean and organized, but then Mike led us into their unfinished basement. They had put so much money into the back of the house that the basement had a lot of work left to do.
The electrical was done and he had put up some wall board, but there wasn’t much else done. He offered to pay us if we would help them finish the basement. It wasn’t explicit what the payment would be (though he mentioned the hot tub so we had some ideas).
We enjoyed their company and thought we could be helpful, so we agreed to return Saturday afternoon. Marie promised to send the children off to their grandparents so we would have the whole day to ourselves to work.
We arrived at the Wright’s house on Saturday a little after 2 in the afternoon. We dressed for work in grubby t-shirts and beat-up jeans. In anticipation of the post-work hot tub, Meg had skipped the bra and garments and had worn her not-for-public-viewing bikini under her clothing.
In hindsight, she said, that was a mistake. Meg said the bottoms kept shifting, becoming quite uncomfortable beneath her clothing. By 3:30 she had removed her bikini and was full-on commando.
Marie was in bib overalls, which made for some excellent side views as she clearly had no shirt or garments on underneath.
Mike instructed us on how to do the taping and mudding. Meg and I had never done this kind of work before, and we hoped we didn’t make it worse for our hosts. We did our best.
It was fun to watch Meg and Marie climbing ladders and reaching to tape and mud. Both had pretty attractive asses so we had them climb whenever possible and of course, the higher up Marie went, the better the view through the side of the overalls.
While the tape and mud were drying, I helped Mike with the final plumbing on the large shower they were installing in the basement. It was large enough for four people to stand comfortably inside — I know because we tested it. We were fully clothed, but all four of us fit.
Marie then suggested we wash the dust and sweat off in the shower, and began to strip right there in front of everyone. She unbuckled the overalls and dropped them to the floor. She had nothing underneath and was newly shaved smooth.
“Anybody else going to join me?” Marie asked.
We all stripped and stepped in. Mike turned on the 31-inch overhead shower on its lowest setting, giving us a gentle rain shower. The shower was equipped with a tankless infinity water heater, assuring we would have an endless stream of warm water.
Marie put shampoo in everybody’s hands and we all washed our hair together. Meg put some foamy bubbles on my crotch hair and rubbed it around, telling me that I should probably shave there too.
Then came time to clean our bodies. We decided to have one person stand in the middle, directly above the center drain, while the other three would soap and scrub the one person.
Mike went first. We each took whatever body section was nearest us and started rubbing soap all over while the rain shower rinsed it off about as quickly as we got it on. Marie started on his front and seemed to be focusing her attention on his crotch and cock, while Meg was rubbing her soapy hands across his chest. I was washing his back.
Marie told Mike to turn around so she could work on cleaning his ass, and in doing so, he put his now very hard cock facing Meg, who took her cleaning responsibility very seriously.
His cock must have been really dirty because Meg kept stroking it back and forth with her soapy hands. It didn’t take long for him to send out streams of cum on my wife’s belly and leg, which promptly washed down the drain.
Meg stood in the middle next. We each took turns wiping soap across her body, touching everywhere. While I made sure her tits were clean, especially her hardened nipples, Marie was doing a thorough job of cleaning Meg’s pussy with her tongue.
It appeared Mike was focused on cleaning her back, standing immediately behind her with his hands holding onto her shoulders, which made her breasts point out further. He was using his chest to spread the soap nuru massage style. His cock wasn’t as hard as before but definitely had life as it slid up and down Meg’s butt crack.
When Meg’s orgasm hit, Mike reached around to hold her up so she didn’t slip and fall, at least that’s what he said he was doing — and in the process, moved me away and grabbed both of Meg’s breasts from behind. I’m not sure she needed his help, but he was holding her tits for nearly a minute while his cock was pressed onto her backside.
My turn was next. I stood in the center of the shower while my wife used her mouth to clean my cock and balls. Marie took her time using her tongue to clean my abs and chest, drawing circles around my nipples. She then moved up to my face and, still using her tongue, cleaned out the inside of my mouth. Mike was washing my back, but just with his hands — no nuru massage for me.
Meg then turned me around so she could clean my ass, both inside and out. With Marie working my top half, Mike took hold of my balls with one hand, and with the other hand stroked my cock. This was a new experience for me. I didn’t know that a man strokes a cock differently from a woman. His motion was incredible. He knew exactly how tight to squeeze my cock while stroking it, and it wasn’t long before I made my contribution of cum to the drain.
Marie was last to go (or should I say come). Meg repaid Marie with a tongue cleaning of her clit, adding a few fingers to her vagina at the same time. I did my best to clean Marie’s nipples, while Mike was cleaning her ass, including putting his fingers inside her.
For some reason, Mike did not feel compelled to reach around and hold his wife’s breasts when she orgasmed.
Now that we were all clean, we rinsed and dried off.
Marie had earlier put some dinner in a Crock-Pot, so we went upstairs and ate at the kitchen bar. We were all still naked, and I commented about how they had left the blinds open in the doorway to the patio.
“Aren’t you concerned about your neighbors looking in?” I asked.
Marie said that there was only one guy who ever looked in their windows — a retired Marine who lived just up the hill from their house. He doesn’t usually look in the kitchen, but they’ve caught him a few times watching them while in their bedroom on the second floor.
“Sometimes, I like to give him a show,” Marie said. “He’s a bit of a hunk so it’s a little fun for me too.”
After dinner, we got dressed and headed home. We promised to return the next Saturday to continue our service to their family.
During the week, the Wrights had prepared everything for painting — the main task for our next visit. Mike suggested we keep our clothes clean by painting naked, which we were happy to do.
It was distracting to paint as the up and down brush motion made both Meg and Marie’s tits bounce around — but we had a task to complete so we kept working. When it was time to paint the lowest parts of the wall, Mike suggested the women do it bent over at the waist. They laughed and declined the invitation.
“Keep your mind on the job,” Marie said.
Throughout the process, we got lots of drips of paint on our bodies. When we finished, Mike invited us to soak in the hot tub. The paint was water-based, he explained, so the jets and bubbles in the hot tub will clean us nicely.
By the time we cleaned up all the brushes and rollers, and put away the paint, it was just after sunset. It wasn’t dark yet — Midwestern sunsets go on for a long time. The hot tub had submersible LED color-changing lights, and the deck around the hot tub had moonlight lights to help us see.
Mike uncovered the hot tub and we all climbed in — Marie, Mike, Meg, and me. It was a medium-sized tub, so we were all comfortable, within touching distance of the person on each side of us but not crowded.
Once the jets started stirring things up, I felt hands on both sides of me caressing my thighs. Meg’s hand quickly found my flaccid dick under the water and began playing with me. Within seconds, Marie’s hand also showed up and the two of them made eye contact and laughed.
Meg let go and Marie continued her ministrations as Meg leaned in the other direction and went to work beneath the water on Mike.
“Don’t look too quickly, but he’s watching,” Marie said.
We each casually glanced up at the neighbor behind the Wright’s house. He was on his balcony, just leaning on the railing looking in our direction. From his height and angle, he could see everything going on in the hot tub. It looked like he was either in boxers or a swimsuit, and occasionally gave himself a slow rub in front.
Marie suggested we give him a show, illuminated by the patio lights. She pulled herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot tub, facing the neighbor’s house. She invited Mike and me to suck on her breasts, which we happily agreed to do.
Meg was feeling a little left out and joined Marie on the edge of the tub. I moved over to my wife, spread her legs, and began to eat my dessert for the evening.
Mike followed my example and began eating his wife also. Both women were arching their backs, giving our voyeur neighbor a full view of erect nipples on exposed tits.
After a while, and a couple of orgasms by the ladies, it was time for us to leave. We made a show of our exit, slowly getting out of the hot tub, slowly drying off, and eventually getting dressed. The neighbor watched the whole proceeding. We gave our hosts hugs and thanks and left for home.
The following Saturday we finished the basement — putting up some trim, some accent painting, and some home decor to give the room some character. We were able to finish quicker than expected, moving to the hot tub for a little relaxation.
It was early enough that there was still sunlight on the tub. Just as the week before, we all stripped and stepped into the tub. At some point, Marie noticed the neighbor in the shadow on his balcony. He appeared to be reading a book, though he never seemed to turn any pages. He clearly had one hand on the book and one in his lap.
Mike waved his hand at the neighbor, telling him to come down and join us. He waved back, and entered his house, exiting a few minutes later out of his back door with a woman. Mike explained that he was a retired Gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps, a weightlifter, and that was his wife with him.
When they got closer we noticed that he was African American, and his wife was white — and both were beautiful human specimens. I guessed he was in his mid-40s and she was probably mid-30s.
He was wearing swim shorts and nothing else. She was wearing a bikini that definitely violated the guidelines in the For the Strength of Youth pamphlet (but who am I to complain, sitting with three other naked people in a hot tub).
When they arrived, Mike introduced us to Eli and Emily. He explained that house rules were no clothing in the hot tub — so both stripped off what little they had on and joined the rest of us.
If it’s possible to hear drooling, you would have heard it from all of us.
The loudest drooling probably came from our wives looking at his cock. It wasn’t grotesquely huge but had significantly more length and girth than our wives were used to. “Well hung” seemed an apt description — not a monster, but definitely something with an impact. He must have shaved his crotch because there was very little hair there.
Eli was truly a hunk of a man. His muscles were well-defined throughout — it wasn’t a competitive weight-lifting look; he was just strong all over and well-proportioned. He had a 3-day beard look on his face — rough looking, but trimmed with sharp edges.
Mike and I were drooling about Emily. Her breasts were probably 36Ds with darker areolas and nipples that stood out naturally. They were firm — at first, I thought implants, but later found out they were completely original, home-grown tits.
Her hair was impeccably cut and shaped. She had a perfect tan, but no tan lines. Her belly was tight — obviously, she took care of herself. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a postage stamp-size patch with crisp, sharp edges.
It was like everything with this woman was the best, and she showed it in the confidence of her walk and poise. In hindsight, I could imagine her as a dominatrix — a beautiful and powerful woman you wouldn’t want to mess with.
It didn’t take long for the underwater groping to begin — it wasn’t explicitly sexual at first, just people enjoying the opportunity to touch and to be touched. Eli was a master storyteller with a bass voice, and his years in the Marines had given him lots of stories. We were all consumed by his presence.
Emily chided him a few times for embellishing the stories, but she seemed to enjoy everybody’s company. We commented on how beautiful she was, and how lucky Eli was to have connected with her. She demurred and said she was the lucky one.
“Did you get a look at his cock?” she asked.
Meg took the bait and said, “I must have missed that. Could you show me?”
Emily took command and ordered Eli to stand up and come to her. As a well-trained soldier, he did as commanded. Emily put her hand around his cock, not quite able to connect her fingertips together, and lifted it up high for all to see.
She then said, “Watch this.” Using both her mouth and her hand, she began stroking her husband. He had a normal reaction, getting harder with each stroke. As he got harder, he also got longer, longer than any penis I had ever seen. Meg and Marie were transfixed by it.
Emily then began to focus on her oral work, working Eli’s cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. I couldn’t imagine anyone taking the whole thing in, but after a few warm-ups, Emily successfully put her nose against Eli — swallowing his cock deep into her throat.
She then pulled him out and held him triumphantly, declaring, “See why I’m a lucky wife!”
Meg, an accomplished throat artist herself, asked if she could take a turn. Emily agreed, and literally handed her husband’s cock to my wife, who tried to copy what Emily had done — but couldn’t. Eli was too large. Meg did get about halfway down before stopping.
“It takes some practice and you’ll get it,” Emily said. “Marie, do you want a shot?”
“Oh, god, there’s no way I could do that,” Marie said, holding on to her husband a little tighter. It may have just been the heat from the hot tub but Marie was turning quite red all over.
To be fair, Meg invited Emily to apply her skills to my cock, which was now about as hard as it gets. I didn’t get any say in the offer but certainly wasn’t about to turn down this masterpiece of a woman taking care of my needs.
So I sat on the edge of the hot tub, with Eli sitting next to me. I easily lost any cock comparison measure — he beat me in length and girth by a significant margin. Sometimes humility is the best policy. Even so, I was happy to even be in that competition.
With Emily’s throat already loosened up by Eli, she had no difficulty taking me all the way in with no warm-ups. Second place had its rewards.
Since my cock was smaller than her husband’s, Emily was putting more action on me inside her mouth and throat, sucking and squeezing with her tongue. I warned her that I wouldn’t last long if she kept that up, so she let me free and massaged my balls for a minute while helping me cool down.
While Emily was ministering to me, Meg offered to help Mike join the party. He climbed up on the edge of the hot tub, and, with Marie’s consent, Meg performed her oral magic on Mike, until he warned her he was getting close. Meg then backed off.
With everybody else occupied, we didn’t notice that Marie had quietly slid over to Eli and was kissing the top of his cock, putting the first inch or two in her mouth while playing with his balls. She wasn’t trying to take it all but just worked the top few inches. Eli didn’t seem to mind.
Mike reached for his cell phone and asked if we wouldn’t mind if he took some pictures to remember the night by. We all agreed, but only if he promised to share them with the rest of us and to not post them on social media.
He quickly got shots of his wife ministering to Eli’s large black cock, and then some of Emily ministering to me and Meg ministering to him.
Meg suggested we give him something worth capturing and said to me, “Get over here and fuck me.” Of course, I obliged. I leaned back on a nearby deck chair pad, expecting her to give me a traditional face-to-face fuck, but she changed up our routine a bit.
She turned around and mounted me in a reverse cowgirl position — facing Eli while fucking me. Eli moved over next to her and proceeded to caress her breasts, playing with the nipples, kissing her tits and her lips — all while I’m pistoning in and out of her vagina. I was about as meaningful to the situation as a dildo.
Mike and Marie began fucking also, and Emily picked up the phone and made sure to get pictures of them, and of Eli and my wife. Then somebody (I’m not sure who) suggested that we needed to see Eli and Emily in action.
Meg just stood up, dropping me out of her without saying anything. I was tossed aside like a dildo with dead batteries while everyone moved to watch the main event.
It seemed to start in slow motion as Eli’s cock slowly began stretching Emily’s opening, making room for more and more breadth. Each stretch was accomplished by Eli sliding in about an inch at a time on each push. Emily was getting dilated by Eli’s cock, until he was fully engulfed. He paused for a minute as Emily adjusted to being filled, and then began his own thrusting.
While watching, I reached over to caress Emily’s right breast. I noticed a few times Mike did the same to her left breast. I bent over and kissed her nipple, sucking it in just a little bit while twirling my tongue around.
Marie and Meg were spellbound by the sight of the black cock sliding in and out of the white vagina. They would occasionally reach over to give Emily’s clit a touch, though it seemed more an excuse to touch Eli as he was fucking his wife. They would wrap their hands around him, as best they could, for a few seconds, while he was working.
Meg pulled out her phone and shot a close-up video of them, showing the full length of Eli’s cock on the out-stroke, to the full insertion on the in-stroke, over and over again. It would later become one of her favorite gifs.
Eli said he was cumming and put one shot inside his wife before pulling out and shooting more ropes on Emily’s chest with a few shots on Meg and Marie. I watched as his white cum dripped out of Emily’s hole. Meg wiped a little off Emily’s chest and put it in her mouth, closing her eyes to savor the taste.
We slid back into the hot tub for a little longer, listening to Eli and Emily describe how they met, their first fuck, and the story of their lives. Before long, however, it became late and we all had to retire for the evening.
We agreed to meet up next Friday night for a sleepover. Eli said he would set up his 8-man tent in Mike’s backyard so we could have a private and peaceful evening.
During the week, Meg and I talked about Eli and Emily several times. She kept watching the gif of Eli’s cock over and over.
On the second day of our conversation, she asked me for permission to fuck Eli.
This was something new in our relationship. Other than soaking with our neighbors, we had never had sex with anyone outside of marriage.
Meg’s argument was that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, to fuck a Black man and that his cock was so large that she would never get to experience that again. It wasn’t that she would be having an affair — she would only do it if I agreed, and there wouldn’t be any romantic attachment.
“It’s just a fuck,” she said.
“Imagine if you had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go to the Super Bowl,” Meg argued. “You would go, wouldn’t you? Even though it would be on the Sabbath Day? It’s just a game, right?”
Her comparison wasn’t the greatest, but she was persistent. I didn’t agree right away, afraid of how this might change our relationship, but she wore me down by asking several times. I finally agreed on three conditions.
First, Emily had to agree and had to be there when it was happening. This was a one-time-only event and could not happen unless both spouses were there and consenting.
Second, Emily had to agree to fuck me at the same time in the same room. This wasn’t about me getting off by having sex with a beautiful woman — it was about Meg had to know that I was also going to be fucking someone who was not my spouse. Plus, Eli had to know someone else was dipping into his territory — it was a two-way experience.
And, third, after it was all over, Meg had to fuck me in front of everyone else in the tent. This probably came out of my own insecurities — my fear that after having experienced the grandness of Eli, Meg might no longer be interested in me. I wanted her to prove to everybody that she was still mine.
Meg was giddy with excitement, and quickly agreed to all three conditions. Clearly, she had been planning this for a while because she texted Emily just two words, “He agreed!”
I asked if Marie would also be fucking Eli, and Meg said, “No, she chickened out.”
The following Friday we all met at Mike’s house at about 7:30 p.m. We had a nice barbeque dinner and sat in the hot tub, naked of course, because those are the house rules. We all knew the main event of the evening, so we didn’t get too frisky in the hot tub — just some casual touching and stroking.
Mike had a fire going in the fire pit, so we sat around the fire for a while, hugging our spouses. We mostly told stories about our sexual adventures. Meg and I shared our first (and so far only) experience at the nudist/swinger resort.
Eli and Emily shared stories of their making love on four different continents and joining the mile-high club several times. I learned some military transports are not designed for sex at 30,000 feet, so sometimes you have to be creative.
Mike and Marie claimed relative innocence compared to us but did talk about the experience of fucking each other at Trinity Hot Springs on the South Fork of the Boise River in Idaho, while on their honeymoon.
While others were sharing their stories, I knew in my mind what was coming next. I quietly sat by my wife, with her head resting on my shoulder and my arm around her, mostly thinking, and worrying, occasionally telling her how much I loved her.
When the time came, we all retired to Eli’s tent. It was a green Kodiak canvas cabin-style tent with a walk-in entry and six windows opened for air circulation. Hanging from the middle of the tent was a round LED lamp that gave enough light to see around, but was not so bright that it was glaring.
Eli had put two GoPro cameras in opposite corners of the tent to capture all the action. As we walked in, he pointed at them and asked if we were okay with that. We all agreed, as long as we got copies of the videos.
The floor was covered by a thick vinyl-covered foam mat — the kind you might see at a wrestling or gymnastics meet. They added some pillows and a few blankets in case we got cold during the night. There were hand towels in the corners along with water bottles — you have to stay hydrated for this kind of thing, I guess.
I had never attended an adult sleepover and wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
All the talk had certainly gotten us in the mood, and everybody paired off with their spouses and began making out. There were some whisperings and laughing from around the tent, followed by some pleasurable moans.
We heard Emily ask Eli, “Are you ready?” to which Eli replied, “Yes.”
Then Emily invited Meg to switch places with her.
It was going to happen. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my brain and my cock were arguing about it. One wanted to put a stop to this before anything changed in my relationship with my wife, while the other argued that it would be okay and I should trust her.
Before their argument ended I felt Emily’s hand and mouth on my cock, sliding up and down a bit while caressing my testicles. My brain and cock instantly stopped arguing and accepted Emily’s resolution.
From my position I watched Meg working on Eli’s cock in her mouth. She was quickly about three-quarters of the way down. I wondered if she’d been practicing at home during the week without me because that was further than she had gone last Saturday on the hot tub deck.
She kept at it, and then she did it. My wife successfully took in the whole thing.
She gagged a bit, but held it for about three seconds and then backed off, spit leaking out of her mouth and falling on Eli’s cock. Eli encouraged her to do it again, and she did even easier the second and third times.
On the fourth time she was choking a bit, and let him out. Meg laid her head on Eli’s chest catching her breath. Eli rewarded my wife with some kissing and caressing of her breasts and then added a finger (or maybe two — it was hard to tell how many) in her vagina. With his thumb, he gently stroked Meg’s clit.
“We need to get you lubricated,” he said, and he pulled out a bottle of something, put a few drops on his fingers, and then spread it on my wife’s vulva and inside her vagina.
He rubbed some on his cock and asked Meg if she was ready. He told her to get on top so she could control how fast he entered her. She got into position and then glanced over at me.
I mouthed “I love you.” She smiled nervously and began her descent onto the darkness.
I hadn’t noticed right away, but Mike and Marie had totally stopped moving. Mike was on top and inside his wife, but they were both watching Meg and Eli.
Emily slipped my cock into her so quickly that I hadn’t really noticed that either. My mind and my heart were with my wife who was about to get the fuck of a lifetime — from someone other than her husband.
Emily then laid down on my chest, her breasts on my breasts, with my cock still inside her, and whispered, “Watch his hips.”
It was quick and subtle, but I noticed he rolled his hips up a fraction of an inch.
“Now look at her face — he’s going to do it again,” she whispered.
I looked at Meg’s eyes and out of the corner of my eyes I saw the hip flex, and Meg’s eyes briefly rolled back into her head.
Meg was slowly being consumed by Eli. He flexed again and Meg sank down further. They repeated the action several times as my wife got penetrated deeper and deeper.
“Any time now, he’s going to roll her over so he’s on top,” Emily whispered.
I watched as he pulled Meg down into an embrace and without penetrating any further rolled her onto her back. I could now see that he was about halfway into my wife.
“He’s going to push her now — watch her chest.”
I watched as ever-so-slowly he slid partially out and then back in, a little further than he was before. Meg’s chest rose, her nipples pointing skyward. She held her breath and then relaxed back down to the ground.
“Again,” Emily whispered to me.
I watched it happen again.
“Again.”
I watched it again. Eli’s cock was nearing full insertion. I could see Meg’s vagina was stretched so thin. Eli pulled his cock out a bit, applied more lubricant, and then slid in some more.
“Again.”
Emily’s hypnotic voice was inside my brain as I watched my wife. I had surrendered to Emily’s commands.
“Again.”
My cock was fully awake to its moist surroundings and began to rise into Emily as if she commanded me to move and I obeyed subconsciously.
“He’s going all the way this time,” Emily whispered.
I watched as Eli’s cock disappeared inside my wife, who let out a brief scream. I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. Eli stopped moving and just held himself there.
“Look at her eyes.”
I looked. She was staring at Eli. It wasn’t lust or anger or fear. It was more an acknowledgment that she knew he was all the way in. She had succeeded in taking in the whole cock. Her eyes were huge and fully dilated. It was a look of victory, of conquering the impossible.
My cock rose again inside Emily as my hips reached for the depths that only Eli could know.
“Get ready. It’s going to start,” Emily whispered.
I watched as Eli pulled himself nearly all the way out. His cock seemed longer coming out than it did going in. It was coated with lubricant, both natural and artificial, and shimmered in the light of the tent.
Then he slowly went back in, not pausing along the way — slowly, all the way to the hilt of his sword. When he arrived at his destination, he stopped.
Meg gasped and arched her back again, thrusting her tits to the sky.
“Watch her hips now,” Emily whispered.
While Eli was stopped, fully inside my wife, I saw her hips arch upward, reaching for another inch that wasn’t there to be taken.
Eli slid almost all the way out again, and then slowly, but even faster than before went all the way back in. Meg arched her hips again, taking in, reaching for, every millimeter of cock that she could get.
“Match their rhythm,” Emily whispered, and I obeyed.
Eli and Meg began a back-and-forth motion, him going in, pausing, and out, in and out, each fucking motion a tiny bit faster than the one before. He kept the majority of his cock inside her as they began a fucking rhythm.
He was inside my wife. The warm-ups had ended. This was no longer a “can she take it” question — it was now a conquest, the victor claiming her spoils. It wasn’t making love. It was pure, animalistic, powerful, fucking.
I tried to fuck Emily at the same time, trying to go in when Eli went in, and out when Eli went out. His cock was longer than mine, so I couldn’t match the distance, but we got the rhythm.
Meg’s breathing changed as they began fucking in earnest — an orgasm hit, a scream, and a grunt, and I heard her say in a loud whisper, “More” and a few seconds later, “Keep going.” Another orgasm hit. Then another.
Eli’s balls were slapping my wife’s ass like applause from an audience, his cock providing the percussive downbeat of a drum.
Meg’s hips were losing power when Eli said, “Inside or out?”
Meg quickly responded, “In me. Come inside me.”
Eli then grunted and shot his load inside my wife, who had yet another orgasm. Load after load of cum poured on her cervix, into her tubes.
I had seen enough and turned away from watching my wife. I began to fuck Emily with all the energy I could muster. I drove my cock as hard as I could and didn’t ask when I emptied my load inside her. I honestly don’t know if Emily had an orgasm or not. I wasn’t paying attention to her as well as I should have. I had to have my conquest, too.
From the corner of the tent, I heard Mike say, “Holy shit.”
I had forgotten Mike and Marie were there. I looked and they were no longer fucking — they were in full spectator mode, masturbating while they watched Eli and Meg.
Eli slowly pulled out of my wife and I watched as cum flowed out of her vagina. He rested his cock on her belly — its length seeming to reach beyond Meg’s physical ability to receive it.
Emily whispered, “Go to her.”
I obeyed and returned to my wife. Eli returned to his.
Meg was exhausted and would fall asleep very quickly. No words were spoken. I pulled her to me and put my arms around her, cradling her while she slept.
Marie stepped over and covered us both with a blanket.
I held my wife close all the way to sunrise, seemingly protecting her from any predators that might take her away from me.
At some point, I don’t know what time it was, I heard stirrings. Mike and Marie were fucking in the corner, trying to not wake anyone else up. Emily and Eli were asleep.
I still had Meg in my protective embrace, with my arm around her shoulder, her head on a pillow against my body. Meg must have heard something or felt me shift because I felt her hand under the pillow grab hold of my dick. She didn’t move it; she just held to the rod.
When she finally woke up, the first words she said to me were “fuck me, please.”
There was no real foreplay, just a few jerks to get me semi-hard. She wasn’t fully awake just yet. She rolled on her back so I would be looking straight at her in traditional missionary style. I noticed some fluids leak out of her when she rolled over, but I didn’t care.
I put my cock inside her and reclaimed my wife. She was looser than I remember. There was no frantic pounding of flesh, just slow, gentle, lovemaking. We kissed while we fucked. I kept eye contact with her the whole time, my eyes telling her we were okay, that I loved her.
She smiled up at me and said, “Thank you.”