As Peter stepped out of his boxers Lily, on her knees, took Peter’s cock in one hand and began to lick it, from the base to the tip. It was about eight inches long, hugely thick, and oozing pre-cum from its tip, which Lily enthusiastically lapped up. She opened her mouth wide and slowly pushed down, taking as much of his cock as she could. She went down further, cupping his huge balls in one hand and sucking them into her mouth, one at a time.
“Aaaagh that’s wonderful!” said Peter, raising Lily to her feet. “You’re a great cocksucker. But we can’t let things go too far — I have to save every bit of my semen to surge inside of your cunt. And your asshole.”
He had another drink of his cognac, then continued. “Lily, I know I’m capable of three orgasms in an evening, two in your cunt and one in your asshole. “How do you want me to come in your cunt? Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, or what?”
Lily paused, obviously surprised by the question. After a few seconds she replied, “missionary for sure…a-and doggy?”
“Absolutely!” replied Peter, “and then in your ass to finish the evening. Lily, would you lie down on your back, in the middle of the bed please.” Lily complied eagerly. “Now, open your legs and raise your knees so I can see you in all your glory.” She did, and we could see her amazing labia, smoothly shaved, swelling and becoming a little puffy, with juice beginning to seep from her vagina.
“Beautiful again! But she needs some preparation — David, get down and put your mouth to work in there — lick and suck until Lily’s pussy is more than ready.” I knelt between her wide-stretched legs, with her knees apart and feet flat on the bed, and I began to lick my wife, beginning at her pretty little rosebud, proceeding across her taint to her vagina where I plunged my tongue in a number of times, then upwards finally to her clitoris, rising and becoming stiff, poking above her clitoral hood. Then a repeat, and another, as Lily began to moan and writhe under my tongue and lips.
Moving towards an orgasm, but Peter put his hand on my head and ordered, “enough. I want her to orgasm only on my cock tonight.”
‘Only on my cock…’
I scooched up out of the way and positioned myself where I’d have a perfect view of Lily’s vagina receiving Peter’s big thick cock. Exciting — I’d never seen my wife, or indeed any woman, in the act of fucking. Peter positioned his cock, moved it up and down Lily’s vulva until he found her entrance, then plunged. Plunged up to his balls. I watched them slap against Lily’s ass, and I heard her exclamation of surprise as she cried ‘OOOOhhh’ at the sudden forceful entrance. Without waiting for any response Peter began to withdraw almost to the tip of his cock, and then he plunged again, and again, and again. Rinse and repeat. I could see Lily’s inner labia forming a ring around Peter’s cock, almost as if they were lips sucking it. Then when he plunged, they would disappear as they maintained their grip on him. These powerful long strokes continued for several minutes, while Lily writhed and groaned on the bed. I moved my hand under her ass and with a finger I tickled her rosebud; then she shook and wailed as a powerful orgasm possessed and overtook her.
Peter continued, relentless, powerful plunges and withdrawals, several more minutes, while Lily groaned and gasped. Then his plunges became shorter, more urgent, and his back arched to get more of his cock within her. Finally he grunted, ‘uunngh uunngh uunnnggh’ as his orgasm filled her vagina with his seed.
He rested on her, unmoving, silent, until his cock softened, subsided, and slipped out of her. Then he rose to his feet, announced that he needed the bathroom, and said that I should prepare Lily for their next fuck.
Prepare Lily?? How to do that? I joked to Lily, “Peter says I should prepare you for your next fuck. Are you ready Lily? Better get ready! Be prepared!”
“You could help me to turn onto my tummy and get comfortable,” sighed Lucy. “Probably you also should clean my pussy. You know, with your lips and tongue. That would be nice. Exciting even…”
“Okay!” I answered as I helped her roll over and re-position on the mattress. Lily raised her knees and spread them, raising her shapely ass in the air. Her beautifully puckered rosebud was presented to my view, about an inch above her vaginal opening, from which seeped her vaginal juices and Peter’s semen. I had never licked her before in this postcoital state, and I found it strangely exciting to lick her from behind, with my nose planted at her asshole. Lily purred with excitement as she pushed herself back onto my face.
“Enough,” ordered Peter, again with his hand on my head. “Orgasms only from me.” I got out of his way as he climbed into bed and knelt behind Lily, grasping her pelvis with his hands. Again I placed myself to the side where I had an unobstructed view of Peter’s large stiff cock as he positioned it at her entrance, then stretched her opening, then plunged in to his full eight-inch length.
“Oooof!!” cried Lily as her pussy was taken. Peter began vigorous and rapid pumping, in and out, in and out. “Sooo deep!” Lily moaned happily at the effort of receiving his thrusts, and I watched with fascination as the lips of her cunt clasped his thick rod. After several minutes of strenuous pump-fucking I could see the sweat on Lily’s forehead, so I took my handkerchief and wiped her face. She smiled at me and whispered, “thank you.”
I slipped my hand under her tummy, and I could feel the hardness of Peter’s cock as it surged in and out. Moving downwards, I found her clit which I pinched lightly, then slowly and delicately circled with the tip of a finger. A moment of this sent Lily over the edge, and with a huge “Gaaaah!” she was engulfed by a huge trembling stomping orgasm, which held her gasping and grunting until it subsided. Peter kept pumping relentlessly, until as before his thrusts became more urgent and he began to grunt as he spurted his load into her.
“Whew!” he exclaimed. “That was hard work, but what a big pay-off. Now, for the last innings, Lily can stay on her tummy, resting on a couple of pillows.” I adjusted her position as ordered. Peter stroked his cock, still rampant. “David, you’ll have to prep her asshole to receive me, while I watch. Now, get some lube on your index finger and insert it as far as you can into her ass.”
I replied, “believe me, Peter, I’ve done this before to prepare Lily for my cock — we’ve done anal dozens and dozens of times. Just watch me.” I didn’t add that I always usually started with my tongue, tracing it up and down her crack, moving in, kissing Lily’s puckered asshole, and pressing my tongue past her sphincter.
Lily moaned, as if missing this part of our intimacy. I took the tube of lube and inserted the nozzle into her, flooding her anal channel with the gel. Then I coated my index finger and inserted it, massaging it around to ensure that she was coated and ready. I withdrew my finger, added my second finger to it, coated them both and massaged Lily’s sphincter and anal channel as far as I could reach, moving my fingers in and out for a couple of minutes. She began to push her ass against my fingers, moaning rhythmically.