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Just a Little Sympathy
by Sweeny Todd

After posting Debbie's Double Cream Pie (YW912), I got a few e-mails
asking how we got started, so I thought I'd give a little
background.

I first met Ian when I entered a fishing tournament without a
partner and asked to be paired up with somebody. The organizers
pulled Ian's name off the list of people looking for partners and we
had a good day on the water, coming in 8th out of 46 teams. After
that, we spent just about every free weekend on the lake. We got
together with our wives quite frequently, and there was always some
friendly flirting. Unfortunatley, four years after I first met Ian,
his wife, Tammy, was killed by a runaway truck wheel that came
through her windshield at 150 KPH.

Ian was devastated and became pretty dependant on Deb and I for
emotional support. After three months or so, he started snap out of
the funk he was in and Deb and I were glad to see that he was
getting on with his life. Things were almost like normal when we
went fishing on a gorgeous July day.

As Ian and I went through the apres fishing ritual of stowing our
gear, cleaning the boat etc., we had no clue how the evening would
turn out.

We went out by the pool to find Deb, sunbathing in a tiny white
string bikini. We took our shorts off, we always wear a swimsuit
under our clothes on the water so we can jump in the lake if it gets
too hot, and went for a dip in the pool to wash off the grunge of
the day. While Ian had a drink by the pool talking to Deb, I went to
fire up the barbecue and fix dinner. When dinner was ready, Ian and
I changed from our swinsuits into shorts and Deb took off her bikini
top and threw on a flimsy blouse, just tying instead of buttoning
it. She might just as well have not bothered since we could see her
breasts through the material.

After dinner, we took our drinks into the living room to relax. I
grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, accidentally hitting the
VCR play button. When I saw the porno movie that Deb and I had
watched the night before playing, I reached for the remote to turn
it off. Ian and Deb said, "Wait a minute, leave it on,"
simultaneously.

We watched the movie in silence for a while, until Deb started up.
Deb is a lot of fun to watch porno with. She always has something
funny to say about the size of the actresses tits or the size of
their ass or the actors dicks or how much cum they produce. You get
the idea. Well, she was in very good form that night and we all
enjoyed the movie and the commentary. The movie was obviously
turning us all on, Ian and I had bulges in our shorts, althoug he
was trying to hide his, and Deb was squirming in her seat. The knot
in her blouse also came undone so as she squirmed, Ian and I were
treated to the occasional sight of her naked breasts.

Suddenly, Debbie looked over at Ian and said, "Why are you hunched
over like that, got a problem?"

"Well if you realy must know, I'm horny, goddamn it" said Ian,
leaning back to display the bulge in his pants.

"Quit your whining," I said, "That's all you ever talk about
anymore, being horny and not doing anything about it except jack off
when you get home."

"It's OK for you, you got Deb to keep you happy after I go home," he
said.

"Well maybe I'll get Deb to put you out of your misery," I quipped.

Deb turned to look at me and her blose slid back to reveal one of
her tits. She said, "Maybe I will, just to shut him up."

"Hey, I don't have any problem with a sympathy fuck," Ian laughed,
eyeing my wife. Deb noticed that her breast was on display and
casually covered in up, barely.

Nobody said anything for several minutes, I think we were all
nervous about the turn the conversation had taken. In the midst of
the awkward silence, Deb blurted out, "Oh, gimme a break! She must
have saved a lot of money on surgery." pointing to the TV where a
blonde with unbelievably huge breasts was about to be double teamed
by a black guy and a white guy, "Those are do-it-yourself, a couple
of beach balls and a tire pump, guaranteed." That broke the ice and
soon everything was back to normal, Ian and I sitting there with
raging hard-ons, laughing at Deb's rolling commentary on the action
on the screen, getting the odd glimpse of her tits.

Right after that scene, I went upstairs for a leak. As I climbed the
stairs, Deb and Ian both called to me to get them a drink on the way
back. As I came down the stairs, I heard Deb moaning, obviously
mocking the movie sound track. I stopped in the kitchen and made us
all drinks, thinking that Deb could make a living dubbing porno
soundtracks. "Sounds good," I called out after she had done a real
good imitation of having an orgasm.

I walked back into the living room with the three drinks and almost
dropped them from the shock of what I saw. There on the couch was my
wife, laying on her back with her legs up in the air. This wasn't
something to get upset about, but Ian was on top of her, humping
away for all he was worth. My brain must have been in
Martini-neutral because I remember thinking that they were making
fun of the movie by dry humping the action. But then I noticed they
weren't laughing. It seems really stupid, but I remember saying to
myself, "They can't really be fucking." It was like slow motion as I
walked around to the end of the couch. First I noticed that Ian's
ass was bare. The I noticed his shorts and Deb's bikini bottom on
the floor. Finally, I saw that Ian had his dick firmly planted in my
wife. This was a bit of a shock because Deb and I had always been
faithful, as far as I know, only talking about other men during our
lovemaking fantasies.

Deb later told me that after I went upstairs, she had teased Ian
about his erection, finally daring him to prove that it was his cock
and not a roll of quarters. He took it out and said, "Now you've
seen mine, let me see yours." She whisked off her bikini bottom. "I
can't really see much," said Ian. Deb lay back on the couch and
spread her legs, giving him a good look at her wet, open pussy. That
was all it took, he leapt off his chair and was fucking her in a
snap.

I have always been one to "go with the flow", so I pulled up a chair
and made myself comfortable, sipping my drink, as I watched my buddy
slide his dick in and out of my wife's pussy.

I have always liked interracial porn. The contrast of black cock in
white cunt, or vice versa, never fails to get me hard, but it was so
different watching it in the flesh, especially watching it in my
mife's flesh. It wasn't like watching a "hung like a horse" porno
actor hammer fucking some nameless pussy, it was my best friend
fucking my wife. This would probablly be enough to make most men
hard as a rock, but the dick working in and out of my wife's
obviously wet cunt was jet black.

Ian had a good steady rhythm going and Deb was responding in kind,
thrusting her hips up to meet him. As I sat there watching them
fuck, it ocurred to me that she had already had one orgasm while I
was making drinks. As she was building to her second orgasm, Ian
arched his back and drove deep into her, flooding her willing cunt
with his cum.

Ian rolled off her, and sat on the floor, grinning sheepishly,
waiting for my reaction. All I could do was stare at the gush of
hot, gooey semen from her crotch.

Deb looked at me and smiled, "I can help you with that."

"Huh?"

"That," she said pointing at my raging hard on.

I looked down to see that I had taken my dick out of my pants and
had been stroking it without being aware of it. In a flash, I
shucked off my shorts and knelt between her thighs. I rubbed the
head of my cock between her pussy lips, smearing Ian's cum all over
and then drove my bone home. Let me tell you, if you don't already
know, cum is a fantastic lubricant. It was like nothing I had ever
felt before, so wet and slippery. I started stroking and soon Deb
and I had the old, familiar rhythm going. But it was somehow
different knowing that she was full of another man's cum.

While I was fucking her, Ian glanced between the TV and the couch,
stroking his dick hard again.

After a couple of minutes, Deb was coming again, and I came with
her, adding my 10cc to her sloppy hole.

Deb looked over at Ian and noticed that he was ready to go again and
said, "Alright, more cock for Debbie!" I looked at her and she said,
"You don't mind, do you?" As I pulled out of her and got off the
couch she shouted, "NEXT!" and Ian plunged his black shaft into her
for the second time.

I watched them fuck, stroking my dick hard again, until Deb had
another intense orgasm. Ian hadn't come, but she pushed him away,
and we thought she was finished, but she just looked at me and said,
"Next."

So it went for the next several hours, with the occasional break to
pee, get a drink, watch the movie or whatever, Ian and I taking
turns fucking Debbie until she or whoever had his dick in her came.

By the time we had finished playing leapfrog on my wife, I had come
six times, Ian had come eight times and Deb had come twenty-two
times. Ian and I both thought our nuts were going to drop off.

After Ian went home, Deb and I talked. She was a little concerned
that I might have been angry about her fucking Ian the first time,
but when I joined in she knew it was OK. We also agreed that it was
so much fun that we would probably do it again, if the situation was
right and Ian was willing.

Well, we only waited till the following weekend. When Ian and I got
back from fishing, Deb was waiting with a tray of drinks. She was
also wearing the same bikini bottom and blouse from the previous
week, a subtle clue that we were in for another night of playing
hide the salami with Debbie.

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