“Hello Peacock,” I smiled at him, “Yeah, I’ve changed. She’s been dreaming about it for years, so make it good for her. Make it the best she’s ever had.”
“You can record it if you want Jock. There’s a new tape in my video recorder. She might want to see herself and I’ve never seen myself fucking either.”
Well, there it was, explicit as can be. Fucking. On tape. I suddenly had jealousy-induced second thoughts, but it was too late. I’d already surrendered to inevitability, and had in fact embraced it as an arousal tool for myself. Now she had the chance to not only live out her fantasy by experiencing her first fuck with the strutting Peacock, she had the chance to relive it by watching herself with him on tape.
I sat her down next to him and picked up the video camera. It was taping when Peacock pulled my Lacey, his Lassie, in to kiss. That’s how it began, and it didn’t end until the tape captured deposited spunk oozing out of my favorite few square inches of real estate in the Universe.
In the nearly one hour in between the kiss and the seeping ooze, the tape provided incontrovertible evidence that ‘it’ was the best she ever had. She started by stroking ‘it’ with her hand while he reciprocated by stroking and poking into her lower available-opening erogenous zone with his finger.
‘It’ was at least three inches longer than mine, and much thicker. Her thumb and finger were at least half an inch apart when she tried to encircle ‘it’, and ‘it’ was so hard that she couldn’t shift the 45o upward angle easily or squeeze ‘it’ smaller. She squeezed, stroked, and toyed with just her hands, both of them, one atop the other, for a few minutes while the Peacock elevated the warble from my gorgeous wife by whispers in her ear while he used his hands and fingers to prove that he had vast knowledge of female anatomy and that he knew what to do with it.
He transferred his hands to her upper sensitive zones when her mouth moved to his only true erogenous zone: ‘it’. For a while, she used her mouth and her hands simultaneously to lick and stroke, but then her stroke proceeded to all mouth. After a few strokes with her on her knees and the Peacock sitting, she pushed him over so he ended up laying on his back on the couch She had one knee on the couch between his legs while her mouth provided treatment to ‘it’.
Despite ‘it’ being so colossal, my wife was able to make ‘it’ vanish inside the hollow in her head. The first time his honor completely disappeared and filled her mouth and much of her throat, well past her gag mechanism, he groaned and then volunteered.
“Unnggghh… that never… unngghh… happened… before.”
She plunged her head down on each vanishing-act thrust, fully seating him, and then sucked with indented cheeks as she pulled her head back up. His hands gripped the couch hard and his hips lifted on each downward plunge. His eyes locked with hers as she serviced him, and she submissively filled that first moisture-filled grotto with ‘it’ until he reached his first crescendo inside her throat. He pulled back and finished that first finale (of his two) by spurting a flood of his essence into her mouth from just a couple of inches away. After she pulled ‘it’ back in to finish sucking the rest of his juice out, she turned her face to the camera, opened her mouth to prove it was full of his cream, swallowed, and then smiled after she reopened her mouth to prove it was empty.
Peacock was unafraid of tasting and smelling the lingering remnants of his deposit when he pulled Lacey in for another passionate kiss, which he followed by kisses on her ear, her neck, her breasts (for minutes), her naval, and finally her pussy. Those kisses on her pussy soon became French kisses, and his prehensile tongue proved it was adept at inducing the twitters and tweets I’d heard so often from the birds in his bed.
His mouth performed double duty because it not only induced pleasure in her pussy, it also induced it in her ear/brain connection. His questions between licks forced the answers he wanted, and those answers amped her pleasure. The first one was also intended for my ears, and it wasn’t laudatory.
“Did anybody ever make you feel this good Lassie?”
I was damn good at the fine dining I’d done at her Y, and I resented her response when she didn’t acknowledge it.
“No…oohhh god nobody…mmmm…feels great.”
She wasn’t slurring her words like she had before. Her eyes met mine.
I nodded. This was her fantasyland dream, and I didn’t want to do anything to make that dream turn into a nightmare. I think the Peacock understood that, and his next question confirmed it with a mock I understood.
“I’ll be the biggest you’ve ever had, won’t I?”
“Mmmm…by a lot…uuuhhh…ooohhh.”
“Bigger than the Jock, Lassie?”
“Ooohh god yes…mmmm…aahhh…much…uuuhh…much…bigger.”
“Will you take it all in your pussy like you did in your mouth?”
“Uunngghhh…I’ll try…uuuhhh…it’s so…oohhh god…so big.”
“What will you do to get it?”
“Uuummm…anything…ooohh…everything.”
“Don’t come until I let you then.”
“Uuhhh…I’m ready…now…oohhh god… uuummm… please… ooohhh.”
His tongue became much more active and visible working her fully engorged clit, and Lacey’s moans, groans, and squeals conveyed want in both the increased volume and the increased desperation. Her ‘please let me’ was tough for me to hear, especially since I heard it over and over, and it was several minutes before Peacock relented.
Finally, “Come, Lass.”
It was immediate, a spasming, clenching, clutching violent response that was evident in both her body movement and in her incoherent noises. I knew she’d never come that hard with me.
Peacock used his tongue all through her prolonged climax and for as long as she’d let him after, but when she pushed him away because she was too sensitive, he laid down beside my beautiful Lace and began to kiss her. She eagerly responded to the taste of her own essence in his mouth, and when he pulled back, she licked the rest of it that was coating the area from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin.
Peacock finally grabbed her hand and moved it back to his fully re-fluffed feather. As soon as she began stroking ‘it’ again, he used two fingers at first but then three to stretch the opening that had already been stretched by two babies. My ‘it’ was not a three-finger stretcher, so her ‘it’ hadn’t been entered with that much width-of-intruder since our youngest son made his appearance nearly two years ago.
It wasn’t long before fingers, hands, and mouths weren’t enough for either of them. I moved the camera so I could get the most detailed, up-close shot of the moment of first penetration. Lacey was on her back, one leg on the back of the couch, the other on the floor. Peacock was on his knees between her legs and his magnificence was just touching her clit when my gorgeous wife reached down to position ‘it’.
I expected him to drive ‘it’ in deep on his first thrust, like I always did (to the hilt), but he didn’t. He had too much experience. Peacock pushed and ‘it’ popped in an inch or two.