TITLE    : Jen's Second Real Big One
STORYID  : jens-second-real-big-one_2008
SUMMARY  : Wife takes second strange cock on weekend getaway.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2008-09-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |strange|cheating wife|hot wife|adultery|big cock|


<i>This is a follow up to "Jen's First Real Big One, Pt. 2". It picks up the next morning so you'll enjoy this story more if you've already read those other two.</i>



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Jen slept better that night than she had in a long time. The next morning we snuggled and took our time getting up. Within a few minutes of waking up I was rock hard again and Jen rubbed her ass back against me as she felt me rising. I humped my hips in return and we both felt the first drops of precum that were flowing from me smear across her ass cheeks. I kept pumping my hips and she kept pushing her ass back... and to help with the feelings I reached around her to cup a breast, gently squeezing the full cup before milking it down to roll and pinch her nipple.



"So, is this your way of saying you want a good morning fuck?" she asked me, the sound of a giggle in her voice.



"Don't I always want a good morning fuck?" was my reply.



Still pumping her ass back against my fully erect cock she said, "Move over so I can lay on my back... and you can take what you want." This was one of those few commands that I would never disagree with or fail to obey. She was, after all, telling me what to do so that I could get what I wanted. I moved. She rolled onto her back. As I climbed over on top of her she spread her thighs up and apart, pulling her knees up as far as she could...



Kneeling between her spread legs I looked down at her sex and saw that her lips were still red and slightly swollen from her big-dick fuck the night before. Her inner lips were bright pink and I could see her wetness on them as I took my length in hand and rubbed my hard cockhead up and down her length. Her hips twitched as I rubbed it across her clit and back before lining it up at her hot opening to push it in. A deep moan escaped her throat and her head fell back and her eyes closed as my cock sank into her, and I was pleased to see how much pleasure she could take from me even after having had a much larger dick in her just twelve hours before.



Buried to my balls I began my usual circular stroking motion that rubbed my pelvis into her clit and my cock up against it as I withdrew. She jumped and pushed me away a little bit saying, "Oh, don't do that. My clit is still sensitive this morning." My first thought was to wonder how I was going to get her off if I couldn't play with her clit. She rarely came just from fucking. She solved my problem by adding, "Don't worry about making me cum. I got plenty last night and I love the pounding you give me. Just fuck me as long as you can until you cum." What a wife. I love her so much.



Thanks to the fact that it was morning and I had to pee, it took me about fifteen minutes of steady pounding into her before I came. In that time she moaned and groaned steadily -- non-verbal expression of her enjoyment. As I got close to cumming she noted the signs and asked me to pull out. Once again she noted that if she found a playmate later she didn't want her pussy all messy for him. At that point I wasn't even thinking about finding her another playmate. I had been delighted the night before at having the chance to watch Bill fuck her. She had enjoyed his big dick quite shamelessly and I had figured we were going to spend the rest of the weekend enjoying ourselves. Obviously she was thinking about finding another cock to fuck that night and the realization was all it took for my balls to tighten. I barely got my cock out in time as I began to spurt thick ropes of cum onto her belly and pussy. I stroked my cock until she reached down to take over and my length twitched and jerked a couple more spurts as her hand milked out every drop.



I REALLY had to pee then and made a beeline for the bathroom. After I had relieved myself she came in and we climbed into the shower together. We took our time enjoying the hot water and the steam as we helped each other get clean and then rinsed. Thirty minutes later we were casually dressed and down at a boardwalk café enjoying our morning coffee and some pastries. Trying to sound as casual as I looked I said, "So... you mentioned another playmate tonight?"



A big grin filled her face. "I did say that, didn't I?" she replied.



"Yes, you did," I answered. "Not that I'm objectionable, but it took me quite by surprise."



"Yeah, it didn't feel like you were objecting," she said, with a twinkle in her eye, referring to how hard I came almost immediately after she had said it.



"Well, you know how much I enjoy you being so open about your sexual desires," I commented, before continuing, "and you did seem to have one hell of a good time last night." Although I had made a statement the inflection in my voice made it sound like a question. I wanted her to once again confirm that she had enjoyed herself fucking Bill.



"Yeah, I did," she said. "And I know we hadn't planned it, but I thought we might try to play again tonight." She had returned the favor. It was a statement that sounded like a question. The real question she was asking, but not verbally, was "Do you mind?"



"I'm okay with that," I said seriously. "But I don't want this getting out of hand. We came here to find you a big cock and we did. If you want to find another one, then I'm okay with that. But when the weekend is over, playing with others is over until we've discussed things further, okay?"



"I know that," she said, just as seriously. "I know we came here for a purpose and that purpose has been met. But now that I got my taste of one, as long as you're sure it's okay, I want to see how another one feels while we're here and still can."



I decided not to belabor the point. "Okay," I said. "Bar hopping again tonight?"



"Sounds good," she said. "But for the rest of today through dinner let's enjoy ourselves and the beach. K?" How could I argue?



After breakfast we took a walk on the boardwalk, down toward the inlet and then we took off our shoes to walk back up the beach at the waterline. Back at the hotel we changed into our bathing suits and went down on the beach to relax, play in the water some and get some sun. The beach was pretty crowded with plenty of people walking back and forth at the water line. We had set up our towels down close. I thought I was being slick in doing so because it would let me eye all the hot chicks in their skimpy bathing suits strutting up and down the beach. After a few minutes I realized that Jen was also taking advantage of it to watch the guys and check out what packages she could. In today's world of popular jams, most men's bathing suits were so baggy she could get a good look. But there were several who wore bathing suits cut properly to show off what they had -- not speedos mind you; just properly cut suits.



At about eleven one of the beach photographers walking up and offered to take some pictures of us. It's something we try to do when we can and I was pleased to see him checking out Jen's body as we talked about poses and packages. As we discussed photo packages I caught myself looking down as his crotch to see what he might be packing because Jen had been awfully friendly and flirtatious with him. I don't have a lot of experience estimating dick size from crotch bulge, but he looked like he was pretty well hung to me. Jen was having a good time chatting with him and a couple of times I caught him trying to get a better look down her suit at her tits. As he continued to pose us and snap off pictures I realized that he was taking every opportunity to steal looks at her chest or ass... and I caught him glancing between her thighs a couple times. As he finished taking pictures and gave us our claim slip so we could pick them up later, Jen asked him what time he got off work. I was completely surprised. He said he got off about four. Jen said that she felt he had done an exceptional job in taking care of us and our photos and as repayment she wanted to invite him out for dinner. About six? He agreed and said he'd meet us on the boardwalk outside our hotel at six. Almost as an afterthought he introduced himself as Ray and went off down the beach to do more work.



I started to get comfortable on my towel when Jen said, "Come on. I've had enough sun." She was picking up her towel. Okay, I thought. Maybe it's lunch time?



As we walked up the beach toward our hotel I asked her what was up with Ray? She had seemed awfully flirtatious and inviting him for dinner? I thought we were going to enjoy the day to ourselves through dinner.



"Did you see what he was packing?" she asked me, as if that answered all my questions. "I invited him for dinner because that insures that we can spend the evening with him if he turns out to be an okay guy. If not, then we can send him packing and have the evening out as we planned."



"So his package looked promising to you?" I asked with a grin. I was kind of jealous that she'd mentally jumped on the first big dick she saw, but as I thought about it Ray was a good looking relatively young guy and if he knew what to do with his equipment he'd probably show her a pretty good time.



"Looked like he was sporting a bigger tool than Bill's," she said with a half grin. "So if he's not an asshole or overly arrogant, then maybe he's the right one for tonight. If there's no spark during dinner then we'll send him on his way and go out to see what's out there." I think she was worried about what I might be thinking. She stopped in front of the elevator and turned to me to say, "And if we can't find anyone then I'll be perfectly delighted to go back to our hotel room and have the time of our lives enjoying each other in every way."



Inside the elevator, after the doors closed, I said, "I'm okay, baby. I just wanted to know what the plan was... and would appreciate it if maybe next time, before you started changing plans mid-stroke, so to speak, if you'd check with me and make sure I didn't mind first."



"I'm sorry, sweety," she said with a grin. Then she reached out to grab my semi-erect cock through my bathing suit and added, "Let me make it up to you before lunch?" It's hard to argue with such an offer.



She didn't let go of my crotch as the elevator doors opened, apparently not caring if anyone was there or not. She held on to it all the way down the hallway to our room door. She held on to it as I got the door unlocked and opened. As we stepped through she started undoing my bathing suit with one hand while she reached into my waistband with her other hand to grab my stiffening length.



The door was no more than closed behind me than she had me pushed up against the hotel room door and had both hands pushing my bathing suit down around my ankles. As she squatted down in front of me, with her hands holding my hips for support, she put her face to my cock, opened her mouth and lowered her mouth down onto my length. For a few very pleasurable minutes she bobbed her head up and down my length, occasionally letting my hardness slide from her mouth to lick up and down the sides of my shaft, only to open her mouth wide and push her head back down, taking my manhood until the swollen knob of my cockhead banged against the back of her throat.



As much as I enjoy a good, hungry, aggressive blow job, I wanted to plunge into her pussy -- not just enjoy her mouth. With my hands on the sides of her face I pulled her up and started to take her bathing suit off of her as we kissed and worked our way toward the bed. By the time we got there she was out of her suit and mine was behind me on the floor some place. The back of her legs hit the bed and she fell over backward onto it... and when she landed she immediately spread her legs, grabbing her shins with her hands. This opened her legs up as high and far as they could go, really opening up her sex and offering me the warm heat within.



It took just a few seconds to kneel between her thighs, line up my cockhead and push into her wetness. A deep moan escaped her throat as my balls banged against her puckered backdoor and I began to immediately pump my hips. I love fucking her when she's this open and not carrying about whether or not she orgasms. I slammed my hips down as hard and as fast as I could, working against the rhythm of the bed so that as the springs pushed her pussy up my cock was slamming back down into it. I was really enjoying myself. This was hard passionate sex at its best. She was lathered up because of the young stud taking her picture and groping her with his eyes and what might come of it later... and I was lathered up because of how wanton she was acting. My blessing at the moment was that I got to act like a totally selfish guy just out to get my own. I didn't have to make her cum... all I had to do was give her a good pounding.



And she was obviously enjoying it beneath me as she held her legs open, laid her head back and panted through every stroke. As I pumped I remembered what she had said the day before and again that morning and I decided that when I came I'd pull out so that her pussy wasn't "messy" for Ray later if things worked out. Since I'd already gotten one that morning and had some recovery time I lasted about ten minutes before I felt my balls tighten. Pulling out I stroked my length and squirted several thick ropes of cum onto Jen's belly and pussy. A healthy glob landed in her belly button and for some reason I found the puddle of cum funny.



After we showered we got dressed for a casual afternoon and ended up back on the boardwalk. We walked about twenty blocks south, stopping in various shops along the way, passing the afternoon and talking about damned near everything except sex and the possibilities the evening held. When we were done we had no intention of walking all that way back so we took the boardwalk tram and it dropped us off right in front of our hotel. It was about 5:15 and Jen said she wanted to "clean up for dinner" which I knew meant she wanted to rinse off, check her pussy hair trim job, brush her teeth, etc. I wasn't going to complain. I knew it would make me horny -- but that was nothing new. I'd been horny most of the afternoon. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get any more sex until after Ray was through with her and I was just as sure that unless Ray was a complete asshole, she was going to test drive his cock. I was looking forward to it though I'd only admit that to her so much.



By 5:45 we were sitting on the boardwalk café in front of our hotel, sipping drinks and waiting for Ray to show up. Jen had dressed herself in snug fitting blue jean shorts and a nice button down shirt. Of course, she had left several buttons unbuttoned so Ray could get a look at some cleavage and the bra she was wearing was a white sheer cotton one that, once she took off or opened her shirt, clearly showed her nipples. Because it was so sheer, if her nipples perked during dinner they'd clearly stand out through her shirt too. Ray was in for a treat unless he turned out to be a jerk. For my part, I had put on a pair of comfortable shorts and a polo shirt. We were both wearing sandals. Jen, for the first time in awhile, had pulled her hair back and pinned it on both sides. If she wanted to play it would be well out of the way unless she let it down.



Just a few minutes before six Ray came strolling up wearing some long shorts, sandals and a t-shirt. His hair was mid-length and his tan was good. I guess that's one of the benefits of working on the beach. As he reached our table, with a big smile I might add, he said, "Good evening." We replied in kind. "I wasn't sure you guys would actually be here," he added.



"Why wouldn't we be?" I asked casually.



"I don't know," he answered. "Just, an invitation from a visiting couple... you know... would you really be here? Or was my chain being yanked?"



We nodded in acknowledgement. Maybe he'd been propositioned before. I wondered if he was reading more into this than might really be there? Or was that possible since Jen's eyes were sparkling and she was obviously hoping to get him as far into her as she could handle?



"Well," I said with a smile, "when we extend a dinner invitation, we're not joking and we'd consider it very rude not to show up. We were sincere about appreciating the time and attention you showed this morning and the least we could do is keep our promise to buy you dinner."



Jen apparently felt the need to pipe up at that. "Yes," she said seriously, "We never say anything we don't mean. No matter how hard it might be to believe, or how much you've heard that was bullshit from other people, if we make a statement or an offer or an invitation, then you can take it seriously." After that, I knew why she had piped up. She wanted him to know that when she invited him to fuck her later she wasn't joking. It was my second hint that she was serious about taking this guy... that she had found him attractive; liked the looks of the package he had; and was definitely leaning toward trying it out.



The small talk at dinner ranged from discussions about how weird tourists could act to the best kinds of sunblock to how many pictures per day he actually took. The question about how many pictures per day turned into a conversation about how many pictures per summer and I would have sworn this guy almost blushed when he admitted that he took a LOT more pictures total each summer than what he did on the beach. Jen noticed it too and asked him about it.



"How come you're so hesitant to talk about the pictures you take off the beach?" she asked with a smile. It was obvious she was thinking the same thing I was. An attractive young guy working as a professional photographer (admittedly as a "scope" picture guy) probably had plenty of young ladies who were eager to "build their portfolio". His answer half took us by surprise and half was in line with what we were already thinking.



"Well," he said, "I run a part time business as an erotic photographer."



"Really?!" Jen almost shreaked. "Is there a lot of money to be made there?"



His answer was totally serious. "Absolutely. Many couples, from what I've come to realize, are more willing to be 'wild' when they're on vacation or at least away from where they live."



"I'd have never thought that," Jen said with a totally serious face.



"Really?" Ray asked. It sounded rhetorical and the look on his face made me think he knew he had been invited to dinner because of her attraction to him. It was, after all, pretty obvious but I was slightly surprised at how forward that one word could sound.



"Not really," Jen answered him. "Truth be told, we," she nodded at me, "usually try to make our weekends and vacations away a time to try something new or to at least take advantage of having plenty of time on our hands."



"So what are you trying new this time?" Ray asked just before taking a drink of his beer.



Jen looked at me before answering. I could see the question in her eyes but I didn't see where it should be my decision what to tell him or not so I just shrugged. Jen looked back at him, meeting his eyes and said, "Bigger cocks."



Ray nearly choked on his beer he was so surprised at the boldness of her answer. "Excuse me?" he finally managed to sputter out.



"B-i-g-g-e-r c-o-c-k-s," Jen said more slowly, looking him straight in the eyes. "I've always been extremely happy in our marriage but my husband always had a fantasy of seeing me with another guy and I've always enjoyed the fantasy of having a really big cock stretch me and fuck me deep, so this weekend we agreed that if I could find one I liked I could try it out." The matter of fact way she was answering made my cock throb. The wheels were spinning behind Ray's eyes -- I could see him thinking about the possibilities. When he finally found his voice he looked at me -- having to drag his eyes away from Jen's tits.



"And you're okay with that?"



"Well, like she said," I replied, "I always had the fantasy of seeing her just so into the sex that she'd let another guy have her and we're secure in our marriage... so I'm pretty sure I could handle seeing her take another guy -- provided it was her choice and she was having a good time with it. I wouldn't want her to force herself to do it just to make me happy."

<hr pg="2" />I could see the wheels turning again before Ray spoke up. "So exactly what do you consider 'big'?" he asked Jen.



My loving wife reached over and took my hand with a smile. "Well, HE'S big," she said nodding at me and giving me that loving grin, "but in his case 'big' is about seven inches. I'm hoping to find something maybe eight or a bit longer and a bit thicker than what he has." She kinda chuckled a bit and added, "Birthing two children kinda changes how things feel down there."



Ray had a forlorn look on his face as he cast his eyes downward and almost looked disappointed. Jen noticed immediately and asked (sound quite facetious), "Why so glum? Not up to the 8" mark?"



"It's not that," Ray said with a small shrug.



"Then what is it?" she persisted. The moment we had been enjoying seemed to be dying and I knew that would just ruin her evening.



"Well," he said, "I don't want to sound arrogant, but if you're looking for something eight inches or maybe just a 'bit' more, I'm probably more than you want."



"Really?" Jen said, sounding like she didn't believe it. "How much more?"



"I'm closer to ten inches," he said with that cocky confident look on his face that only a young guy -- or a guy sporting a cock that big -- can have. Jen's eyes widened and I half imagined the wheels I'd seen turning behind Ray's eyes now jumping over into Jen's head because I could just see her thinking about whether or not she'd even be able to take a cock that big. What I didn't have to doubt was the look on her face that told me she'd like to try.



"Ten inches," she said quietly to him. He nodded. "I bet your girlfriend is one happy young lady," she continued.



"I don't have one at the moment," Ray said. "We broke up about two months ago and although there's always some chick on the beach I can flirt with, things don't always work out. To be honest, sometimes they get scared when they're confronted with something like me." The way he said it almost sounded like he considered himself some kind of freak or something.



This time Jen reached over to grab his hand where it sat on the table. "Don't let those young girls mess you up," she said. "It takes a woman with a bit more maturity to realize what can and can't be handled and to appreciate what it represents."



"Thank you," he said to her, squeezing her hand and sounding quite sincere. I realized that what had seemed, moments before, like an unsalvageable moment was now turning into an almost guarantee that Jen was going to invite him back to our hotel room to see if she could handle what he was packing. As we finished our drinks and talked briefly about desert I noticed that they didn't let go of each other's hands. During a brief lull in the conversation she caught my eye and I saw the question asking me if things were still okay. I gave her the briefest of nods to let her know that I was comfortable if she was and that she could proceed as she saw fit. She didn't make any immediate overtures but instead asked Ray if he'd like to take a walk after we finished. He agreed and I took care of the check.



As we stepped out onto the boardwalk I noticed that she put herself between us -- with me on her right where I always was -- and held both our hands as we walked. The conversation was light and joking and I also paid attention when she giggled every now and then at something he said that she'd lean her head over and bump his shoulder with it or make some similar gesture of familiarity. We had only walked about three blocks when she suggested that we turn around and head back. Neither of us argued. I was pretty sure that we were going to walk straight back to the hotel and go up to our room, but she hadn't said as much and I knew that, at some point, Ray would start wondering if this was really going to happen and if I was really okay with it.



When we got back in front of our hotel Jen stopped us on the boardwalk, let go of my hand, turned to Ray and leaned into him for a kiss. The first touch of their lips was tentative and I could see him trying to look at me -- I guess to make sure I wasn't going to be angry or something. Jen saw him looking as well and put her hand on his head to turn him away from me; force him to concentrate on her; and kissed him more forcefully.



The kiss lasted for several moments and it was clear that the passion grew as the kiss lingered. Keeping the one hand on his head to hold him in place (I guess) Jen let her other hand wander down his back, over his hip and onto his ass where she grabbed a cheek and pulled his hips into hers. He reciprocated by putting both of his hands down across the back of her hips onto her butt and pulling her against him as well. For a moment I felt kinda like the third wheel but when they finally broke apart he was breathing heavy; his pants were tenting; Jen's face was flush and I knew we were headed upstairs to test her limits.



Meeting his eyes for a few moments with hers Jen finally took him by the hand again, and as she grabbed mine she said, "Come on. Let's go get this party started." Ray glanced at me furtively out of the corner of his eyes for the briefest of moments but he saw that I was perfectly okay with what was happening. We both followed her into the hotel lobby and to the elevator where no one said a word as we waited for the car to arrive.



In the back of my mind I was wondering how the evening was going to go and how long Jen was going to keep Ray around to play with us. The night before, after Bill had cum (albeit after giving her a nice long and thorough fucking) she had bid him good night. There had been no play time involving both he and I with her in the middle. As I waited for the elevator to arrive, as my wife stood next to me holding hands with her new playmate, I thought back to the nights earlier in the week where she'd intentionally ridden Big Red while sucking me or her sucking me while I fucked her with Big Red. Idly I wondered if we'd get a chance tonight for her to enjoy two cocks at the same time. Another small part of me remembered how much I enjoyed fucking her relaxed and wet pussy after I HAD used Big Red on her and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd get a chance to fuck her pussy tonight after Ray had stretched her open.



The elevator bell rang and the doors slid open. We waited a few seconds for an elderly couple to step out and then we all stepped in. No one else got in with us and as soon as the doors closed Jen pulled Ray over against her as she backed up against one wall. I pushed the button for our floor and stood watching as Jen and Ray kissed deeply, her hands almost constantly pulling his hips against her.



When the bell dinged announcing we were at our floor and the doors slid open they broke apart and Jen once again took him by the hand to lead him down the hallway. No words were spoken as I unlocked the door and we all went into the room. We had left the bathroom light on -- as we always do in hotel rooms -- and it cast a dim glow into the main part of the room. I wasn't sure what Jen had in mind and although there were things I was hoping for I didn't want to start making requests and risk ruining the moment. Ray was equally unsure of what was going to happen and how so Jen was left to give us guidance -- or make her demands.



Not knowing what else to do I did my usual and began emptying my pockets onto the desk in the room. When I looked up Ray and Jen were once again locked in a passionate embrace standing at the foot of the bed. There was no space between them as they pressed their bodies together and I wondered if I was going to be merely an observer again or if I was going to get to play too. Was Jen simply going to enjoy her second big cock or were we going to enjoy a MMF threesome? I wondered if I should wait for her to let me know what she wanted and then I decided I'd had about enough of that. Stepping over behind her I got close to her back, felt Ray move his hands to her sides (they had been caressing her ass) and I stepped in close. I put my hands around so that I could grab her chest and felt them make room to accommodate my hands. My now stiffening cock was pressed against her and I was sure she could feel it even through all the clothing. As they continued to explore each others' mouths I bent my head to kiss Jen's neck, sucking and nibbling gently, knowing full well that it made her lose control.



Sure enough within a few moments she redirected her efforts and began to undress Ray. Her hands found his shirt and started pulling it up over his head. Since she started it I decided to join in and began trying to get her shirt off as well. Ray joined the effort by reaching down to her waist in front and helping to get off her pants. Getting undressed seemed to be a group effort that happened in stages. Jen was in her bra and thong before Ray's pants were off and he was completely naked before I was. Only when he and I were naked did we get around to taking off her bra and thong. He handled the top while I tended to the bottom and when I pulled her thong down across her thighs I couldn't help but notice that musky scent that wafts from her when she's exceptionally turned on. Her pussy was literally creaming and I knew she was eager to feel Ray sliding into her.



Ray smelled it to and moaned out a quiet, "Mm... you smell delicious."



Jen didn't say anything so I threw out, "You should taste her. She IS delicious."



No one said anything but he and I guided her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. She lay for a moment with her legs closed but then saw Ray climbing onto the foot of the bed near her feet and she spread her legs for him. That simple I watched my wife open up her body to another man for the second time in a single weekend. Although I knew it might not ever happen again, at that moment I also knew that I was going to watch her get fucked by a strange dick again and that my usually conservative and somewhat shy bride was going to be a completely wanton brazen woman for the night.



I watched for a moment as Ray started at her knees and began licking his way up her thighs. Parts of the insides of her thighs were shiny with her own slickness and I knew how sweet she tasted. Ray was in for a treat. "Do you mind if I take pictures with our digital?" I asked. He simply shook his head no in response rather than interrupting his "work" to answer. Jen looked up at me with a smile to show her appreciation for my desire to save the memories and then her eyes closed and her head arched back as Ray's tongue found her center. They moaned together as she enjoyed the pleasure of his mouth on her and he discovered how truly delicious her pussy is.



I grabbed the digital and snapped a few pictures, trying to capture the scene and get a few close ups of Ray's tongue dancing across her clit or sliding between her now swelling lips. I got a few pictures of her face which clearly showed her pleasure and then some that showed the whole scene of them together. I think my favorite was the "complete" photo that showed my wife's sexy body naked and spread wide with Ray's head buried in her crotch and her face showing her ecstasy.



Wondering once again about the direction of the night I decided to try my luck and put the camera down to kneel on the bed near Jen's head. She felt the bed move and opened her eyes to look up at me, only to find my cock right near her face. She grinned a devilish grin, turned her head toward me and opened her mouth in invitation. I moved forward and slid my dripping prick into her mouth just as she moaned due to something Ray had done. I looked down between her splayed legs and saw that Ray was now sliding two fingers into her, arching them to tickle her G-spot on the inside while rubbing her clit with his other thumb.



As he continued to finger-fuck her, eventually adding another finger into her gradually relaxing pussy, I kept pumping my hips into her face enjoying the pleasure as her lips and tongue worked on the swollen knob of my cockhead and what amount of length we could get into her mouth. With my right hand I reached down to caress her breast, squeezing, gently pinching and twisting her nipple. As I did so Ray took his thumb off her clit and lowered his mouth back to her pussy, sucking on her clit and pushing her over the edge of her first orgasm. My cock fell free from her mouth as her head fell back and her eyes clenched shut in climax. Ray rode the orgasm to completion keeping her peaked as long as he could and burying those three fingers knuckle deep to very shallowly pump them as she came. A second orgasm followed quickly on the heels of the first and only when it began to pass did Ray start to ease off.



He looked up at me looking down at him, his three fingers still pushed into my wife. I said, "Wanne trade spots?" and he just grinned in reply. As he and I both backed off the bed to switch places Jen and I got a good look at his now fully erect manhood. He was the same length as Bill had been the night before but was slightly thicker around. I knew how much Jen was going to enjoy the stretched open feeling his manhood provided to her pussy and I also knew how much I was going to enjoy watching her get another good deep thorough fucking. But not yet...



I found my place between her legs and enjoyed the site of her pussy already slightly swollen and red from his attentions. I watched him for a moment as he kneeled next to her head and she reached over to use both hand and mouth on his cock. I felt a small pang of jealousy as I observed how hungry she was to suck his length as compared to how she seemed just willing to suck mine. Then again I knew that it had everything to do with his equipment being new and different to her and she was just experiencing the excitement of "some strange". Dismissing the thought from my mind I lowered my mouth to my wife's sex and began to eat her in the manner to which she had become accustomed. As I slid my tongue into her I noticed how relaxed her pussy was -- thanks to the fingering Ray had already given her. I didn't mind and in fact even enjoyed it. It made her pussy more sensitive and made it easier for me to lick and suck out her delicious juices.



We stayed that way for another few moments as Jen enjoyed another orgasm due to my oral attentions. As she came I had experimented with something new rubbing her juices around her puckered back door being careful not to penetrate her there but simply to add a different stimulation. She didn't seem to mind but didn't do or say anything that made me think she enjoyed it either. Still, the fact that she didn't freak out, move her ass away, etc left me thinking I should set the thought aside for further exploration in the future.



When she came down from her orgasm she took Ray's cock out of her mouth, looked down at me and said, "I need you inside me."



"Me or him?" I asked smiling up at her as she continued to stroke his spit-slick length.



"You now. Him in a bit," she answered. A part of me felt honored that she wanted me first, but as she pulled his cock back into her mouth I had a feeling her desires to have me first had some ulterior motive that had everything to do with her pleasure and little to do with "respecting" me by having me fuck her first. I teased her very little by rubbing my swollen knob over her sensitive and buzzing clit as I knelt between her spread thighs before slowly sliding my cock length into her. I was pleased to hear her moan as I ground in balls-deep, stirring my cockhead against her cervix. I knew that later, after Ray had stretched her pussy deep, I wouldn't be able to do that but I was enjoying it for now -- and she seemed to be as well.



As I began my stroking she took Ray out of her mouth again, looked up at him and said, "Would you be willing to grab our camera and take some pictures for us?" My first thought was that he takes pictures all day and that's the last thing he wants to do right now. He surprised me by saying, "Sure," and doing so immediately.



As Ray got off the bed my wife turned and gave her undivided attention to me. She pulled me down so that I was laying above her, put both her hands on my hips to pull me in and hold me there as she whispered in my ear, "Now fuck me in a couple different positions before I get on top to ride you." She saw the question on my face and continued, "You always complained that you can't see my ass working as I ride you or get a good look at your cock sliding into me... with him working the camera you'll be able to see all that." Who was I to argue?



For the next 20 minutes I did all I could to pleasure my wife as we fucked first missionary position and then doggy style and then "star fish" with her on her back and me kinda perpendicular to her on my side. Finally she got on top of me to ride my cock for a few minutes before turning around to show me her ass as she rode me "reverse cowgirl". I was beginning to wonder how much longer I could hold off cumming when she climbed off and asked me to move before she started stacking pillows on the bed. I knew what that meant and watched as she laid belly down with the pillows under her hips. In this position, as described with Bill, she could completely relax and just enjoy the fucking she got allowing me to use her pussy for my own pleasure until I came as deep into her as I could reach. She has told me before that the position really feels good for her as the angle makes my cockhead rub her just the right way inside.



I was almost disappointed when I came within about three minutes but then I remembered that my wife had another big, hard and younger cock standing by to pleasure her some more. After I had launched my load as deep into her cunt as I could I nearly collapsed on top of her. She reached up and back with one hand to caress me as a silent "thank you" before I found the energy to lift myself off of her. Ray surprised me as I moved away and he quickly moved between her legs with the camera. I had almost forgotten about him in spite of the flash going off every time he had clicked a pic. As I headed toward the bathroom to get a towel to clean Jen up with he positioned himself between her legs to get pictures of her well fucked pussy oozing my cum. I idly thought abut how I'd enjoy seeing the "cream pie" shots later... but not as much as when it was HIS cum for some reason. There was just something more kinky about it when it was another man's cum flowing out of her.



When I got back with the towel he moved aside and I started mopping up the mess, doing my best to clean up her pussy for her. I thought she'd rather have offered him an unfucked sex, but I had only given her what she asked for and he didn't look like he was complaining. He certainly wasn't. His equipment was rock hard, almost purple and precum was dripping from the head. He was raring to go but I wasn't sure how she was going to want him to start. She answered that quickly.



"Ray, climb on and take your time. Go slow and I do mean slow until I tell you otherwise, okay?"



"Sure," he said in a cocky tone of voice. He handed me the camera and I watched as he knelt on the bed behind her and between her spread thighs, holding his cock in one hand as he supported himself with the other and slowly rubbed his swollen knob up and down the slick length of her lips. She never moved as he took his time, leisurely rubbing his cock up and down her, across her clit and back, teasing her but not getting much of a reaction. I wondered about that but didn't get far as I took pictures when he slowly inserted his cock into her.



For the second time in one weekend I was watching another man take my wife -- at her request and desire. His cock was visibly thicker than mine and longer easily by at least an inch if not two. Although he had been finger fucking her with three fingers and I had just fucked her, her pussy was still tight around his size as he took his time working it into her. The first two inches disappeared as a deep moan escaped her and a "YESSSS," hissed out of her throat. I knew she was loving it already.

<hr pg="3" />I kept taking pictures as he gradually worked his cock into her, giving her another half inch or inch every three or fours strokes until only an inch or two of his cock remained not buried in her yet. He was supporting himself on both hands now and she had arched her back some to open her pussy up more for him. Apparently content that he'd eventually get it all in he began a slow stroking motion that took his cock out until just a little more than the head was still inside her and then pushing himself back in until he "bottomed out" against her cervix. I knew that as he continued to stroke he'd gradually stretch her deeper and eventually he'd be banging his entire length aggressively into her pussy. I also knew she'd love it when that happened.



True to his word and her directions though he stroked slowly until she said something different which was almost ten minutes later. It dawned on me that my wife was being quite selfish as she lay there and got a good slow fucking, but I also knew he'd not complain.



"Let me roll over," she finally said. He pushed his length into her one more time and held it there for a moment before backing away. As I watched he stood at the end of the bed with his cock stick out in front of him like some massive tree limb, while Jen through all the pillows to one side and repositioned herself on her back. She shamelessly (what privacy was left?) spread her thighs high and wide for him, opening her already well used cunt as wide as she could and wordlessly inviting him back into her. He got back on the bed, positioned himself over her, lined up his length and pushed it into her sex in one long slow stroke. Her eyes rolled back, her head arched back and her body seemed to suck him in. Once again he bottomed out before getting all of his length into her just as Bill had done the night before.



"Go a little faster," Jen said softly as Ray began his slow stroking motion again. He complied and I kept taking pictures from every angle I thought she might enjoy seeing later. As he worked a bit faster the bed bounced some and I knew that every deep plunge he made was gradually penetrating my wife's pussy deeper and deeper. It took about five minutes but as he continued to stroke every miniscule bit deeper he eventually was slamming his pelvis down against her -- her pussy having taken his entire length.



A small voice in the back of my head told me that my wife's pussy was now being fucked wider and deeper than it ever had been before and that she was loving every minute of it. A seemingly different voice said, "Good!" and life went on. I was getting impressed with Ray's stamina and ability to hold off his orgasm as he continued to fuck her. A couple more minutes in she said, "Faster," and then a few minutes after that she said, "Harder!" Her one word instructions spurred him on until he looked down at her and asked, "Do you care where I cum?"



I was impressed that this young man who had been passionately fucking for such a while was capable of even thinking about such a thing.



"Mm... I'd love to SEE you cum," Jen said with a smile, "but you can cum inside me if you want."



"How about both?" Ray said with a grin. In just a few more short strokes he began to orgasm and I watched as he buried his length into my wife's pussy, his hips and butt twitching as he launched the first few spurts of his hot load deeper into her than anyone had ever reached before. Then, lightening quick, he was on his knees, stroking the cock in his hand as he continued to spurt all over her pussy, belly and tits. He came an impressive amount and I saw the twinkle in Jen's eyes as she enjoyed the show (she always did like watching a man cum).



When his orgasm had passed I wondered what would happen next. Would she dismiss him as she had Bill? Or would she keep him around for a threesome after he'd recovered? My answer was half received when she looked up at Ray and said, "Go get cleaned up a little. My husband and I need to talk." He nodded and went into the bathroom.



I sat on the bed beside her and looked down at her cum covered and cum flowing body. Before she could say anything I took a picture of Ray's cum oozing out of her now thoroughly fucked cunt. "You okay?" I asked her.



"Oh, yeah," she said with a smile. "I've been so thoroughly fucked and satisfied this weekend that I'm in heaven." She paused and smiled a big smile with a twinkle in her eye. "And it's all thanks to you," she added.



"I enjoyed watching you," I told her honestly. "I enjoy seeing you so completely enjoy sex for the pure physical pleasure of it."



"Well," she said more seriously, "I think we may have a problem on our hands."



"How so?" I asked.



"We've talked about this being a limited thing but I find myself getting excited just thinking about the next chance we might have to come down here and do it again." With those words spoken she looked at me apprehensively, obviously curious if I'd be angry or what. I measured my words carefully before answering her.



"As we've discussed," I said, "I think this would be fine on occasion but not regularly. I've got no problem with spending a weekend trying to get you even more thoroughly fucked than you have been this weekend, but it's not going to be a weekly or even monthly thing. If we do it too often then it will lose its excitement."



"I don't know about that," she disagreed, but didn't push the point. She was quiet for a moment and said, "I know you were hoping that we'd enjoy a threesome this evening." How had she read my mind? "But I just wasn't comfortable going there." I nodded and shrugged, voicelessly saying it was no big deal. She went on. "But now that Ray is done and getting ready to leave I find myself curious and even eager to experience a threesome the next time we get the chance. How do you feel about that?"



My answer to her was to grab her hand and put it on my full erection. That I was hard again so soon was her answer. She smiled, her eyes twinkled and we heard Ray flush.



When he came out of the bathroom and began to get dressed Jen never moved. I enjoyed the sight of my wanton wife naked, thoroughly fucked, pussy swollen and an angry red color, still oozing cum, as Ray looked at her while he got dressed. "I don't know how to thank you guys," he said with a smile. "This was a great evening."



"You're welcome," I said as Jen just looked on with a dreamy look on her face. "Jen enjoyed it a lot and I certainly did as well."



"If you're ever back this way..." Ray started.



"We'll see," I said, cutting him off. "Leave us your number and the future is in her," I gestured with my head toward Jen, "hands."



Before he left he wrote down his cell phone number and gave Jen a peck on the lips. She thanked him for a "glorious fuck" as she put it. I locked the hotel room door behind him as he left and then laid down next to Jen on the bed. We laid quietly for a few minutes before she said she was getting cold and wanted to clean up before getting some sleep. She saw the look of disappointment on my face and then looked down to see that I was still rock hard. "I'll take care of that in the shower," she said with a smile. And she did.



When we woke up the next morning to pack to head home she thanked me for a wonderful weekend and asked when I thought we might be able to do it again. I told her maybe in a month or two but I was already trying to figure out the calendar in my head. I had a long weekend just three weeks away... 

