Tugging One for the Team

A horny cuckold convinces his loving wife to give young football players a hand.

My beautiful mature wife, Candy, was relentlessly tugging and stroking with one well-lubed hand while with the other she was tickling and gently scratching lower down. She was whispering encouragement and waiting for the explosion that was building. The only problem was, it wasn’t me she was jacking off, but a young man we had met only a few days before and I was listening to everything from my hiding place with a mixture of excitement and anguish. Pour yourself a drink and settle in while I explain how we found ourselves in this unique situation. Make sure to take your time with the dialog. That’s where the real story lies.

We were on our annual two-week summer vacation and had returned to Pinhook Lake and the same cabin we had the previous year when we had some of the most exciting adventures of our lives with a bunch of horny fishermen in the next cabin, but that’s another story. Our fisherman friends didn’t seem to be around this year. I’m not sure if I was disappointed or relieved and I had no idea what Candace was thinking. Oh — it was also my birthday week when I sometimes ask my beautiful and loving wife for a gift of a very special kind.

As we arrived and unpacked I noticed a good-looking boy — a young man, really — mowing the lawn around the property. He smiled brightly and waved a greeting as he mowed near our cabin. I couldn’t help but notice that he looked strong and fit, like an athlete. He was wearing old sneakers, a worn pair of cut-off jeans, and no shirt. He was tan, nearly hairless and had an impressive six-pack. His longish hair was a glossy blond.

I don’t know what it was, but my mind started wandering to possibilities of an erotic nature. Maybe it was reminiscing about the adventures we had the previous year that got me going. Those were some of the most intense experiences we ever had and they had satisfied my strange hunger for kinky adventures for a while, but I was feeling the urge for something new. I hoped my lovely innocent wife might be willing to play along.

“Honey, it looks like the guys from last year aren’t here. Someone else is in their cabin. Maybe we missed their week.”

“Really?” I thought you would have checked on that beforehand,” she said with a strong note of sarcasm.

“Why would you say that, darling? You don’t think I’d try to set you up, do you?”

“Ha!”

“Well, they’re not here…But it is my birthday week…”

“Oh, boy. I guess I’m lucky they’re not here, then. Don’t go getting any of your crazy ideas.”

“It looks like you don’t have anything to worry about, there’s no one around.”

“Whew!”

XXXXXX

We were tired from the long drive so we took a nap and then woke up well rested and prepared a light dinner in the cabin. It was too late to go into town. As I lay on the bed relaxing after dinner I started thinking about all those men last year and all the amazing things my wife did for me and I found myself getting aroused. I was trying to dream up possibilities for this year but didn’t come up with much other than the lawn boy. We had never had any adventures with young men before, so this would be new for us and might well be outside Candy’s comfort zone. My dirty mind started sorting through possibilities and began to focus on some hints that Candy dropped about some of her high school adventures. I happened to be in my underwear and Candy happened to notice a bulge in my briefs.

“What the hell is that??” she asked with a faux accusatory tone.

“Nothing, dear, I was just thinking about you and what a sexy wife you are and how lucky I am to have you.”

“I’m glad I can still do that to you after all these years.”

“Are you kidding? You turn me on more now than ever, especially when you do special things for me.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Relax. I’m not planning anything, but being far away from home where nobody knows us and reminiscing about the other birthday gifts you’ve given me is putting me in a very good mood. Are you feeling that way at all?”

“You know I like to make you happy, even if you are a pervert.”

“I’ll take that as a resounding ‘yes’.”

“Just don’t get carried away.”

“You know me. I’d never push you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I often wonder how you manage to push me as far as you do.”

“Maybe you secretly want it as much as I do. I know once you surrender, your response is beautiful and amazing.”

“I only do it because I know how much it means to you.”

“You keep saying that. Where are our drinks? Let’s toast to a meaningful vacation, then.”

“Asshole,” she said with a smile.

XXXXXX

The next afternoon after a day of shopping for supplies in town she was sunning in a sexy blue two-piece bathing suit. It wasn’t a bikini but showed off her lovely figure and smooth skin very nicely. The boy was back doing some other chores. I was watching from the porch as I enjoyed a pipe and couldn’t help but notice that he was studying her quite carefully any time he was nearby. It almost looked like he was making excuses to walk by her.

I felt the wheels in the dark places in my mind gradually coming up to speed, so I went out to strike up a conversation with the kid. My wife noticed what I was doing.

“Hi! I’m Allen Miller and that’s Mrs. Miller over there. We’re up for two weeks. I don’t remember seeing you around here last year.”

“Hi! I’m Brad. No, this is my first summer working here.”

“This must be a great place to work for the summer.”

“It’s okay, but kinda lonely.”

“No girlfriend?” I asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Nah, all the girls go down to the coast for summer jobs. Most of the guys find work around here because we have to get ready for football season.”

“I thought you might be an athlete.”

XXXXXX

That night we had a simple dinner at the cabin, and after relaxing with a few drinks were getting ready for bed .

“Did you see that young hunk checking you out this afternoon?”

“Don’t be silly.”

“It’s true. I was watching very carefully. He kept trying to get a good look at you, and I can’t say I blame him. You look fantastic in that suit.”

“Cut the bullshit. I know you too well. You’re getting crazy ideas again.”

“Moi?? Come over here and tell me about the boys you knew in high school.”

“What is this? Story time?”

“You know how much it turns me on to hear your stories.”

“I don’t have much to tell.”

“Don’t give me that. How about that story you told me about that boss that used to feel you up and make you jerk him off? What were you? Sixteen?”

“Just sixteen, I think. I wasn’t even driving yet and my father would come to pick me up after work and sometimes he’d have to wait for me in the car while I finished jerking Mr. Jackson off.”

My cock was growing already as imagined the beautiful budding young girl tugging on a mature man’s cock, making him shoot his big load of semen. She came to sit on the bed beside me.

“God, I love that story. Was he the first guy you ever jerked off?”

“Well, there was that guy in the maintenance shed down at the beach just before that. He was the first.”

“You were so young. That must have been scary.”

“Sure. A little. But he worked me up to it so slowly — weeks, really — so that by the time it finally happened I was really curious and ready.”

“That’s good. I’d hate to think you were feeling abused.”

“No, not at all. I was nervous but excited and eager to learn.”

“You always have been an eager learner. Even now. What did you do with all that learning?”

“There was a brief time before I started going steady that I fooled around a little.”

“Oh? Do tell!”

She lay down beside me and reached out to rub my belly as she spoke.

“Well, most of the older boys had cars and they would take me down to the beach to watch the submarine races.”

“Submarine races. I love that. My old man used to say that. Wait. Did you say they — plural?”

“There was a small group of them. I guess the word got around.”

“The word?”

“I guess I was a little full of myself after what Mr. Jackson taught me and before I started going steady there were a few weeks when I dated around a little and I got a chance to practice my skills. After I went parking with the first boy, others wanted to take me out, too.”

“Did they fuck you?”

“God, no. They probably wanted to and a few times I was so horny I wanted more, but I wasn’t ready.”

“So what did you do?”

“There was the usual kissing and I learned how hot French kissing could get, and I let them feel me up. They really seemed to love my breasts. Even at that age I had pretty big nipples. They loved to play with my breasts and pinch my nipples. I loved that. Sometimes I wore skirts and I let them reach up and rub me, but never under my panties. I could tell how excited they were getting so one night I reached out to see if the guy was hard. That’s when it started.”

“What started?”

“I started jerking them off.”

“There’s that plural again. How many?”

“I don’t remember. A few. Four, maybe?”

“Four! You little slut!”

“I couldn’t help it. Different guys kept asking me out. It was almost like they were taking turns. There were a few times when I had more than one date a day. I couldn’t say ‘no’. I loved doing it.”

“What did you do? Tell me.” I slid my shorts down and kicked them off. I was semi-erect. She took the hint.

“Well…we would start kissing and then they would start playing with my breasts. I knew they liked to do that and I loved the feeling so sometimes I wouldn’t wear a bra.”

“You naughty girl!” She was stroking me and pumping my cock languidly. “Go on.”

“After we got all hot and bothered and the windows started steaming up some of them would put my hand on their crotch and some would just open their pants and slide them down for me. Especially the ones I had done before. They seemed so eager.”

“You did some guys more than once?! Busy girl! What would they say?”

“Some were nice and say ‘please’, others would say stuff about hearing how good I was. I didn’t like the idea of having that kind of reputation and hoped word didn’t get around too much. Some of these guys had steady girlfriends and I didn’t want to make any enemies. The guys were pretty cool about it. But I was sort of proud of what I could do and wasn’t ready to stop until I found my steady boyfriend.”

“I bet he benefited from all the practice you had. Tell me how you would do it.”

“Okay….” she teased as she reached for a bottle of body lotion on the night table.

XXXXXX

The next morning we were up early to go fishing in the canoe and Candy was sunning herself again on the lawn in the afternoon. Brad and another kid were doing chores, but they both seemed to be working near our cabin more than was strictly necessary. I was certain they were checking out my wife. I couldn’t blame them. With her firm smooth body and radiant auburn hair falling to her shoulders, she looked exquisite. I found myself wishing she could take off her top so she could get an even tan and they could enjoy her beauty more fully. My dirty mind kept drifting back to the story she had told me the night before and a small, sinister voice started whispering in my brain.

We had a nice dinner in town that evening and as we were in bed for the night I snuggled up with my wife, started stroking her gently and whispered in her ear.

“Those guys were checking you out again this afternoon.”

“So??” she asked, already sounding a little suspicious. She knows me too well.

“You looked so beautiful sitting there, the sun warming your firm body, glistening from the suntan lotion. I’m sure the were thinking about what they would like to do to you.”

“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you, mister?”

“Don’t blame me. You’re the one that told me all about your exploits back in high school.”

“You can’t seriously be going there.”

“Going where??”

“I know you and your filthy mind. You’re trying to set me up!”

“No I’m not,” I lied. “I’m just thinking about your story and how much pleasure you gave those boys and was wondering if it could ever happen again.”

“Do you know how long ago that was?”

“Exactly. That’s the point. That kid is looking at you as a mature, exotic, experienced beauty who knows things the dumb little chicks around here can’t even imagine.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Maybe, but it’s you who makes me crazy. Besides, my birthday is coming up and you have given me some amazing birthday gifts before.”

“Oh, shit,” she groaned. “I was wondering when you would pull that one. I’m not making any promises.”

“No, you never do,” I replied with an evil grin.

“Asshole.”

XXXXXX

The next day I joined my wife for some sun and — once again — Brad was puttering around the area, but I knew what was really on his mind. I didn’t see his friend around. Candy was wearing an old bikini that I had encouraged her to put on because the well-worn fabric allowed her firm, full breasts peek out around the edges and the strings could be adjusted to allow even more of her tits to be exposed. As I applied sunscreen to her shoulders I untied the string behind her neck and reached around to apply the warm, slippery cream to her upper chest and the tops of her tits, pushing the cups of her bikini lower as I did. I could sense that Brad was watching from around the corner of the cabin.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked with that faux accusatory tone.

“I wouldn’t want you to get a sunburn.”

“Is that all??”

“Well…I think you have an admirer over by the cabin.”

I could see her eyes shift sideways behind her sunglasses. I started rubbing lower and lower and soon I was sneaking my fingertips inside her bikini to tweak her big brown nipples.

“Allen! He’ll see!”

“Don’t worry about it. He can’t see anything from that angle,” I lied. “Just relax, enjoy the feeling and give the kid a little thrill.”

I persisted in my teasing and could sense by the way her nipples were growing and hardening that she was getting aroused.

Brad had moved closer to us — no doubt hoping to see more — and started trimming some bushes. I called him over.

“Allen!” Candy protested and pulled up her top, but he strings remained untied.

“Hey Brad!” I called “I’d like to introduce you to Mrs. Miller.”

We made small talk and I asked about football and steered the conversation to his social life and his girlfriends. It didn’t sound like he had had too much experience with girls, just the usual necking and petting that goes on in cars down quiet country lanes. Candy was friendly and seemed to enjoy talking to this polite and good-looking young man. She relaxed her grip on her bikini top and I could tell Brad was trying — but failing — to keep himself from staring at her beautiful tits that were now exposed ever so closely to the tops of her areolas. I ended his anguish by saying it was time for us to head inside and time for Brad to get back to work.

XXXXXX

I poured us some before-dinner wine and thought about how I might capitalize on the opportunity I sensed developing as we sat drinking on the glassed-in porch.

“It’s hot out there. Maybe you could ask Brad to come in for a lemonade.”

“Okay…and what are you going to be doing?”

“Maybe I’ll go into the bedroom and take a nap. You can sit out here on the porch.” I certainly didn’t harbor any hopes having the kid let me sit right there and watch everything — at least not yet.

“What? And leave me all alone with a horny young boy??” she exclaimed, feigning concern.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s a perfect gentleman. And I’ll be right there on the other side of that window.”

I tried to surreptitiously leave the body lotion and a roll of paper towels on the table by the porch futon but she caught me.

“What the hell is that!!?” she demanded to know. I heard her mumble “Asshole” under her breath and I gave her a wink. I went to her and held her close.

“I know you don’t make promises, but it would be a real thrill for my birthday if maybe you could teach Brad a thing or two that you learned from those boys in high school.”

“And just how am I supposed to get that started?”

“Just call him in for lemonade. Sit on the futon with him. Make small talk. Ask him about his girlfriend. I’m sure he’ll be more than willing.”

She gave me a look and took a big sip of her wine but got busy in the kitchen. I went into the bedroom, adjusted the curtains carefully and took my position on the bed that was right by the window. As I suspected, Brad eagerly accepted the invitation to come inside for a drink.

“Come sit over here,” I heard her say. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” God, I love that woman!

I could hear everything, but all I could see were silhouettes and shadows on the curtains. I could hear them talking about his life up here in the north country and she teased him a bit about missing his girlfriend. They had a little laugh about that and then she took on a serious tone, for my benefit, I’m sure.

“Now, Bradley, I couldn’t help but notice you were looking at my breasts before.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You’re so beautiful and I guess I couldn’t control myself since it’s been so long since I’ve seen my girlfriend.”

“Did you think they look nice?

“Oh, God yes. You look amazing.”

“Even for an old lady?”

“Old!? You’re beautiful. You’re hot! You’re a MILF!” he paused. “Oops. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I appreciate the compliment. You probably saw more than you should. I wouldn’t want to tease you like that, but that naughty Mr. Miller likes to fool around like that sometimes. I hope it didn’t get you too excited. I know your girlfriend’s not around to help you out.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

I could tell by the silhouette that she moved a little closer to him. Once again she amazed me by the way she would do these things for me.

“Where’s Mr. Miller?” he asked, sounding a little nervous.

“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s in taking a nap. Just try to be quiet.”

“Can I see your breasts some more?”

“Would you like that? Here.” I could sense her movement and imagined her pulling the top of her bikini down to make a shelf for those beautiful, firm tits. She was being a very good sport about all this.

“Oh, my God.” I could here Brad whisper.

“Now you can look, but don’t touch. You just lay back and relax and I’ll take good care of you. Help me with these shorts.”

I could see him shift position and see her lean closer.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “You’re so big…and so hard!”

It wasn’t clear if that was for my benefit, or not. She was sitting to his right and I could see the shadow of her shoulder moving up and down. He started moaning softly.

“Does your girlfriend do it like this? She asked with a teasing tone.

“Hell, no.”

She worked steadily for a few minutes and his moaning became louder. I was dying to see what she was doing as my own cock grew harder along with his.

“Hold on,” I heard her say as she leaned over toward the end table to grab the body lotion. I could clearly hear the bottle cap click open followed by the squirting of the lotion and then she turned back to him and her shoulder started moving again.

“There, that’s better. How’s that?”

I could hear the squishing sound of her now-lubed hand sloppily stroking his cock and could see her shadow moving closer to his.

“Does your girlfriend do this?” she teased again.

“Oh, shit no. Don’t stop!”

I knew she wouldn’t stop. She was relentless. Once she had a man approaching his climax she would never stop until the job was complete. This was driving me crazy. I resisted the urge to stroke my own cock as I tried to imagine what she was doing that was driving him so wild.

“Do you think she’s seeing boys down at the shore?” she teased. “Do you think she’s doing this to them? Girls get horny too, you know. Maybe those boys are teaching her a thing or two.” I guess she was wondering if he had some of the same kinky inclinations that I have. She may have been onto something because he just moaned some more. There was a little more squishing noise, the tempo increasing, and I could see that Brad was squirming around a bit.

“Oh, God. Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Don’t stop! Not yet! Look out! Here it comes!” he exclaimed.

“Oooo! Oh, wow! Look at that!” she replied, as she kept up her pumping and tugging.

“Oh, God!” he moaned one last time as she slowed her tempo. “What was that? What did you just do to me?”

“I don’t know, but we sure made a mess!” she said with a laugh and I could see her lean over for the paper towels I had so thoughtfully provided. “Did you like that?”

“Oh, God. That was amazing. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed doing it. Now you’d better get back to work and I should go see what Mr. Miller is up to.”

XXXXXXX

I heard the screen door slam and Candy came to me on the bed. I grabbed her, pushed her down and kissed her deeply.

“Thank you so much,” I whispered. “That was perfect!”

Her tits were still out and I gently pinched the erect nipples. I ran my hand down between her legs and could feel a warm, slick wet spot on her bikini bottom.

“My God! You’re dripping!” I exclaimed. “You were really into that, weren’t you?! You bad little girl!”

I peeled her bikini bottoms off and started fingering her wet pussy.

“Tell me everything.”

I kept fingering her and she started stroking me. She told me how big and hard he was. She wasn’t just saying it to tease me in the moment, it was apparently true. I remembered how quickly I got so rigid when I was that age. Clearly, I’ve lost a step. Maybe she misses it. She told me in great detail how she stroked him and how he responded. She told me about the body lotion and how she loved feeling his slippery warm firm flesh sliding through her fingers and how he got extra excited when she swirled her gooey fingers around the bulbous head of his hard cock. Then she told me how for the coup de grace she reached down to scratch and tickle his balls and tease even further down and how he exploded soon after that. This was unexpected and more than I could see from the bedroom. Clearly, she was enjoying her work and wanted to give the kid something to remember.

“Do that to me,” I begged.”

“Do what?”

“Get the lotion and jerk me off. Do to me what you did to him.”

She did, and as I visualized my lovely innocent beautiful bride jerking off that young stud and with a sweet mixture of jealousy and excitement I exploded all over my belly and she kept slowly pumping until every last drop was out.

“Thank you so much. That was wonderful. I can only imagine what a thrill is was for him. Would you like to do it again?”

“Let’s not get carried away.” Note to self: She didn’t say ‘no.’

This was like a drug I couldn’t kick. Once I knew that she might be willing to let more things happen, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. My mind was turning over one possibility after the other.

Then she asked with a worried tone: “Do you think Brad will tell his friends?”

This really got my attention. Why do you ask? Do you want him to bring a few over?” I teased, but also automatically started fantasizing about the possibilities.

“No, asshole. I just don’t want him blabbing to everyone in this little town.”

“He did have one other guy with him here a couple of days ago. Do you want me to talk to him?”

“Oh great. Then he would know for sure what we did and what kind of pervert you really are.”

“I heard you hinting about that already when you said something to him about naughty Mister Miller.”

“Yeah, sorry, that kind of slipped out.”

“That’s okay. If he knows, that might open up more possibilities.

“Uh-oh!”

I was struggling with how to approach this potentially exciting situation. How could I let Brad in on our little secret without things getting weird. Also, how could I limit the situation and keep things under control. I didn’t want this kid or any of the others around actually fucking my wife — even though that could be thrilling in the moment — these guys were too young for that.

“What about me?” she asked with a pout.

“What about you?” I teased as I reached down to feel her wetness. Did all this get your motor running? Maybe we can do something for you later. I want you nice and horny.”

“You’re such an asshole. I know what you’re up to!”

XXXXXX

That night, after a simple dinner at the cabin and a few more drinks we went to bed. She didn’t want to wait for me to clean the kitchen. We both stripped quickly and I started warming her up with gentle kisses that soon turned into an active tongue duel. I pinched and tugged on her nipples, knowing how sensitive they were. I went down on her and licked and kissed and sucked until I found her clit swollen like a hard bean. I focused gentle steady flicks of the tongue there until she went stiff with a strong orgasm. As she came down from her first high I climbed over her and pressed the head of my rejuvenated cock against her wet opening. I pushed into her slowly and stared stroking in and out and I could feel her open her body for mine. She was so wet I was buried to the hilt in only a few thrusts. I was trying to go slow, knowing I would cum again too quickly if I went too fast.

Then, she stopped me.

“Allen…do you think our big friend might be available to spend a little quality time with us tonight?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“You mean Dick?? Would you like to entertain Dick tonight?”

“Dick” was our code name for a big rubber cock sleeve that I have used with her on a few very special occasions in the past. It fits over my hard cock like a condom but adds nearly an inch of girth and a couple of inches of length. Fucking her with that big cock and witnessing her response to it is one of the most exciting things I’ve ever experienced. The fact that she was horny enough to actually ask for it made my head spin.

She knows me too well. I almost always pack my little black bag of dirty tricks when we go away from home in the hope that I’ll get a chance to use some of the various toys, lubes and restraints that I keep in it.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” I whispered into her ear. “Would you like Dick to really fuck you tonight? I’d love to watch that.”

“Yesss,” she whispered back hotly. “See if he’s available.”

“Are you sure? You know how big he is and how hard he can fuck you.”

“Yes. Please. Go ask him.”

“You stay right there. I’ll go see if he wants to spend some time with you.”

I turned off all the lights except a small light out on the porch that cast a warm glow across the bed. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom. I applied a little delay cream because I wanted this to last and then rolled the rubber sleeve over my rigid dick. The snug fit itself felt great and I got even harder thinking about what was about to happen. I went back into the bedroom with the big cock bouncing and waving in front of me. I paused just long enough to pull bottle of lube and a silk blindfold from my toy bag.

“Close your eyes,” I commanded as I approached the bed. “Dick will be here in a minute, but he likes you blindfolded.

I placed the blindfold gently over her eyes. I like to think that her ability to imagine getting fucked by a big-dicked friend would be enhanced if she didn’t have to look at me. I placed a pillow under her hips.

“That’s good, now spread yourself out and open yourself up for Dick.”

She put her arms back toward the headboard and spread and lifted her knees.

“God, you look beautiful. You look delicious. You look like you’re ready for sacrifice. Your high priest of pleasure will be here in a moment.” I hoped I wasn’t being too silly and ruin the spell. The way she stretched herself out even more and started moving her hips told me she was okay. I climbed onto the bed and got busy.

“I’m going to get you ready for Dick. He likes you all wet and slippery so he can slide right in.”

I bent down to lick her pussy, swirling my tongue around and around her opening, adding my saliva to her own already-flowing juices. I was thrilled to find her pussy lips smooth and clean. Shaving her is usually my job. I was excited to see she took the initiative. I continued licking and started taking swipes at her clit and then focused all my attention there until she groaned and stiffened with her second orgasm. I’ve found that in sessions like this, one or two preliminary climaxes just make her hornier and ready for more.

“I see someone has shaved down here. Either you have a boyfriend I don’t know about, or you were planning to have some nasty sex on this trip. Were you hoping to get fucked? Were you??”

She nodded her head. I squeezed a big glob of lube onto my fingers and started smearing it all over her naked vulva and forcing some into her wet, sloppy hole. As I prepared and stimulated her pussy I continued teasing her.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Yes, what?” I demanded to know as I slid two greasy fingers in and out of her, probing for her G-spot.

“Yes, I want to get fucked.”

“Fucked by who? Were you thinking about all those fishermen fucking you? Did you shave yourself, hoping they would be here?”

“Dick. I want Dick to fuck me.”

“Just Dick? What if there are some other guys around here who want you? Do you think you could help them out, too?” I kept finger-fucking her.

“Yes, I think so, if you were with me.”

“Oh, I’ll be here alright. I want to watch everything. I’m going to watch you get all loose and sloppy and then I’m going to take my turn.”

We never talk like this except in moments of great passion. I don’t really know if she gets into it at all, or if she just plays along for my benefit, but I do know it makes me dizzy with desire and her reaction to the physical attention I was about to give her would be completely real.

“Okay, Dick is here and he wants you now.”

I got between her wide-spread knees, smeared lube all over the fat cock and started rubbing the big bulbous head up and down her slit, making sure plenty of lube was spread everywhere.

“Are you ready for Dick to fuck you now?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay. I’ll be right here. I don’t want to miss a thing. You just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I pushed forward with the big head right at her opening and flexed my hips back and forth to slowly and gently work it in until the whole head was in her. I heard her gasp.

“Does that hurt? Are you okay?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Yesss. Please don’t stop.”

I pushed on, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her gasps turned to steady, low moans. I was now deeper in her than I could ever be on my own. I tried to imagine how it felt to fuck a willing woman with a truly huge cock. Soon, I was balls-deep. It always amazed me how well a well-fitting sleeve could work.

“Are you still okay?” I asked. “Do you want him to keep going?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”

“Do you like the way Dick fucks you?”

“Yes! God yes!”

“Did tugging on that boy’s big cock get you thinking about getting fucked by a big one?”

“Maybe….” she answered with a bit of hesitation.

Even under these circumstances she was alert enough to be a little suspicious of where my filthy mind might be going next.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want any tender youth around here getting forever spoiled by being with you, watching how you respond to a big cock and feeling how wet you get and how much a real woman like you loves getting royally fucked. The girls around here would never seem the same. ”

“Whew!” she replied with smile.

“But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t teach them a little something.” I kept slowly fucking her, keeping her on the edge of the great pleasure she knew would be coming — eventually.

“Uh-oh.”

“Maybe Brad has a friend that might appreciate your particular talent. After all, it seems like giving Brad that handjob really got you going. Look at you, getting fucked by a big, strange dick.” I upped the tempo of my thrusting a little. She responded with more moaning.

“Do you think you could do that for me?” I persisted.

“Maybe…Come on. Fuck me!” She pushed her hips up to meet my slow thrusting.

That was enough for me. I was eager to start the main event anyway. I pulled the long cock all the way out and pushed it all the way back in with one strong firm thrust. She let out a long low groan. I did it again and again. Her groans turned to guttural grunts every time I bottomed-out against her cervix. I fell forward on top of her and wrapped her in my arms, trapping her and taking total possession.

“Dick has you now,” I groaned into her ear. “He’s going to take you and fuck you all he wants.” She responded by wrapping her legs around my ass and humping back up against me, urging me on.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Dick!”

“Do you like that big cock?”I teased.

“I love it! It’s so big! Don’t stop!”

I couldn’t take much more. The way she opened herself up to this big cock, the way she moaned, the squishy sounds coming from the pistoning of the big dick in her soaking pussy was all I could handle. When I imagined that it could actually be another man that my loving wife was surrendering to, I exploded and flooded the sleeve with my hot cum. Luckily she was right there with me and clasped me tighter and went stiff as her orgasm swept through her.

“OH! SHITTTT!!!” she groaned one last time and collapsed back on the bed. I continued to hold her and kiss her neck and ears and whisper my thanks and tell her how wonderful she was and how much I loved her.

XXXXXX

The next morning I was up early to take the canoe out to try some nearby lily pads for pickerel. When I came back I saw Brad and his friend splitting some firewood, their strong shirtless bodies glistening in the morning sun. I beached the canoe and walked over to them.

“Good morning, Brad. Who’s this?”

“Good morning, sir. This is Kyle, a friend from the football team. He helps me out around here once in a while.”

“Hi, Kyle. It looks like log-splitting is a good workout. Say, Brad, do you have a minute?”

I pulled Brad aside and talked to him quietly. This wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t exactly thinking with the big head. I decided to simply take the bull (so to speak) by the horns.

“Look, I know what happened with you and Mrs. Miller the other day.”

A wave of fear swept across his face.

“Relax. I’m not mad. In fact, I take a certain amount of pride in the fact that other men appreciate my wife’s beauty, even if it sometimes gets a little out of hand.” See what I did there? “She said you were a real gentleman about the whole thing and that she enjoyed doing it.”

He was now looking at me wide-eyed, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and that this was all too good to be true. I often felt the same way.

“There’s just one thing. I want this to be our little secret. I don’t want you to go blabbing all over town or in the locker room or anything. It might be worth your while to be discreet. Get it?”

He nodded as his face turned a little red.

“What about Kyle over there? Did you tell him?”

“I might have mentioned something,” he mumbled.

“Anyone else??”

“No.”

“Okay. Cool. Keep it that way. Tell Kyle to keep his mouth shut, too, okay?

“Okay, sure. We can do that.”

XXXXXX

I walked back to the cabin and Candy was up working on breakfast. I told her about my little chat with Brad and told her about his friend and reassured her that our secret was safe with them.

“With them??” she asked.

“It seems that Brad already said something to Kyle, his friend, but I think they understood that it might be in their interest to keep this quiet.”

“In their interest?? And just exactly what does that mean, you pervert? What’s going on in that filthy mind of yours?”

Her shy little smile told me that she wasn’t too angry with me and that she might even be open to some suggestions. All I needed was a plan to capitalize on this special opportunity. But what?

XXXXXX

It turns out that night was campfire night. Once a week the hosts provide a bonfire on the beach and all the guests are invited to BYOB and sit around the fire. After dinner, I could see Brad and Kyle down there building the fire.

“I see Brad down on the beach getting the fire ready,” I announced. “I see Kyle is with him,” I added. “Would you like to sit by the fire tonight?”

“That sounds nice. We used to do that when we were kids, but back then we usually wound up fooling around in the dunes, or something.”

“Oh? Did you ever tell me those stories??” I probed.

“I don’t need to be telling you any more stories and giving you more ideas.”

“I wish we had some dunes around here. I’d like to watch you fool around in them.”

“In your dreams, weirdo.”

I noticed she was dressed appropriately for the evening: jeans shorts, sneakers and a cozy loose long-sleeved sweatshirt. Her hair was combed out and looked especially full and radiant. I went to her and held her.

“You look lovely tonight,” I complemented.

“In old shorts and a floppy sweatshirt? Get serious.”

“I am serious! Your hair looks wonderful and you have that wholesome girl-next-door look I love so much.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to butter me up?”

“Oh, I’d love to get your bun buttered, alright.”

“You filthy asshole,” she muttered with a little snicker.

The evil voice in my brain started whispering about silky seconds, but I tried to ignore it — for now.

“Could you do me one little favor?”

“Uh-oh.”

“It’s no big deal. Can we take off your bra?”

“Why? It’s not like there will be anything to see under this old sweatshirt.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but I just like knowing that you’re naked under your shirt with those other people around. You’ll be the sexiest woman on Pinhook Lake.”

“You mean those boys, don’t you?”

“Okay, I’m busted. We already know what they know and I’m sure they’ll be watching us all night. I’ll get a kick out of knowing that you did something sexy like that for their benefit.”

“I don’t see what harm it could do.”

“God, you’re such a good sport. I love you so much.”

I helped her pull the sweatshirt over her head and remove the bra. I made sure to fondle and kiss her firm tits and was pleased to feel her big nipples stiffening under my tongue.

I packed some snacks and a bottle of Chardonnay for her and a bottle of Scotch for me and we headed down to the beach. I enjoyed the view as I could plainly see her firm tits bouncing and swaying freely under her sweatshirt and her nipples poking out. I’m sure Brad and Kyle noticed too as we approached.

XXXXXX

We sat around the fire and watched a beautiful sunset over the distant hills and chatted with the other couples. We shared stories about earlier visits to the lake (Obviously, I didn’t tell them everything.), and swapped lies about the fishing. Brad and Kyle were tending the fire and being very attentive to us, making sure we were comfortable and offering ice for our drinks and such. Candace looked even more beautiful in the glow from the fire and I made sure her wine glass was always full. I introduced Kyle to my wife and he was very friendly, but even in the dim light I could see him blushing. I knew what was on his mind.

“More wine?” I asked my bride.

“I better slow down. You know how I get after I have too much wine,” she replied.

“Relax. We’re on vacation, far away from home.” I knew exactly how she would get after drinking and that was the plan.

“Are you trying to ply me with alcohol?”” she asked with a smile.

“Busted again!”

“You shouldn’t do that. You know how naughty I can get when drunk.”

I moved closer and put my arm around her and loved the feeling of no straps under her sweatshirt as I stroked her back.

“Exactly. You know how much I love it when you do naughty things for me. I don’t want you drunk, but I like to see you relaxed and happy.” I whispered.

Her answer was to smile at me and take a big sip of her wine. “You mean horny, don’t you?”

“You bad girl,” I whispered again. “Drink up. I see two horny young men over there who keep checking you out. You might wind up with your hands full.”

“You and your silly puns,” she giggled. I felt a little wet spot form in my shorts when I noticed she didn’t protest. All I needed was a plan. I didn’t waste much time.

“Hey, Brad!” I called. Candy gave me the old side-eye.

He came right over and I noticed Kyle was watching carefully.

“What’s the drinking age around here?” I asked.

“Uh, twenty one.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I was thinking you and Kyle might want to join us for drinks later,” I said, speaking quietly.

“Well, no one around here actually cards us.” He smiled shyly.

“It’s up to you. If you and Kyle want to swing by when you finish work, we’ll be up for a while. Is that okay with you, Mrs. Miller?”

She looked at me, glanced at Brad and looked down.

“That might be nice,” she said softly.

XXXXXX

Soon the fire was burning low and we made our way back to the cabin. I poured Candy yet another glass of wine. I had set the stage but wasn’t sure how to initiate the first act. I made sure there was a six-pack of beer in the fridge and lit a citronella candle. Candy was sitting on the futon, sipping her wine and watching me puttering around nervously.

“Are you getting ready for a party?” she asked with a little smile.

“Something tells me we might have a couple of guests this evening.”

“Is there anything special you would like me to wear for this party?”

God, I love this woman! I looked at her with a look of wonder on my face. I went and sat next to her.

“No…As much as I appreciate the offer, your attire seems appropriate for the occasion.”

With that, I leaned to kiss her and ran a hand over her sweatshirt to fondle her braless breasts. As I kissed and groped her I could feel her nipples getting stiff, even through the fabric of the sweatshirt.

“What kind of party is this?” She asked, teasing me mercilessly, the wine loosening her up.

As they say in war, all plans go out the window when the shooting starts, but I thought it a good idea to sketch out some hopes and expectations, in no small part because I loved the anticipation and talking to her about being naughty.

“Oh…you know me. I love football and I’d enjoy talking to these kids about it. It will bring back lots of memories from when I was in high school.”

“Something tells me you’ll also be thinking about some of my high school memories,” she said with that shy smile again.

Damn! This was starting off better than I could have hoped. I guess the wine was working.

“Well yes, now that you mention it, I am thinking about the stories you told me and what you did with Brad, but since we’re expecting two guests, this might be a little different. You never entertained two boys together, did you?”

“I invoke the privilege afforded me by the fifth amendment to the United States Constitution.”

“What??!!”

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

XXXXXX

“Hey, guys, come on in!” I greeted Brad and Kyle. “Would you like a beer? Have a seat over there.” I pointed to the two chairs across from the futon.

“Sure!” They eagerly looked around, searching — I’m sure — for my wife. She was still on the futon and she smiled sweetly at them but didn’t say anything.

“You remember Brad, sweetheart and you’ve met Kyle, right?”

I handed them cold beers, poured a Scotch for myself and made sure Candy’s glass was full.

“More wine?” she teased, just loud enough for the boys to hear. “What are you trying to do to me?”

I glanced at the boys with a knowing raised eyebrow and a wink and they both blushed. I knew they wouldn’t start anything and that I would have to figure something out. We made small talk for a while about their school and football as my mind was churning with excitement and anticipation. I’m sure everyone else in the room was expectant as well, but how to break the ice?

I went to get two more beers for the guys and on my way back turned off the kitchen light and turned on a small bedside lamp in the bedroom, procrastinating a bit as I mulled ideas over in my swirling mind. I went back to the porch and sat down again next to Candy.

“So, Kyle,” I started as I sat down, “have you and Brad been friends for long?”

“Yes, sir, we go way back.” I appreciated how polite and intelligent these guys seemed. I trusted them. Well, I desperately wanted to trust them.

“I understand you two share secrets. Can you keep a secret, Kyle?

“Oh, yes sir!”

“I don’t know how much Brad told you. Did he tell you about the little fun he had with Mrs. Miller?” I asked as I put an arm around my petite wife. She looked up at me.

“Yes, sir,” he answered his face turning red again.

“You boys need to understand something. She would never do something like that on her own. I have come to realize that many men find her beautiful and desirable and I’m okay with that. In fact, I like it a lot. So much so that on very special occasions I ask her to do special favors for me.”

I looked over at Candy and she was blushing a bit herself and looking at the floor.

“Brad may have figured it out by now, but I know all about what she did for him. In fact, I was right behind these curtains and could hear everything. Did you enjoy that, Brad?”

Oh! Yes, sir!”

“What do you think, Kyle? Did that sound good to you?”

“Yes, it did,” he answered softly, no doubt hoping this was all headed in the right direction.

“What do you think, Mrs. Miller? Did you enjoy it, too? Was Brad a gentleman?”

“Yes, he was,” she answered softly, looking down at the floor again.

“Did you enjoy doing that for us?” I added.

“Yes, I did.”

“That’s the thing guys. She did it for us — for Brad and for me. Last time I was in the next room. If it happens again, I intend to be here. Do you get that?”

They glanced nervously at each other and then simultaneously nodded.

“That’s wonderful. How are you feeling, Candy?”

“I’m not sure, but all this wine is making me feel very good.”

“Maybe I can make you feel even better.”

I got up and turned off the porch light and the room was illuminated only by the candle and the soft light coming through the bedroom curtains. I sat back down with her.

“Mrs. Miller has very sensitive and responsive breasts, don’t you, Candy?”

“Uh-oh,” she giggled, the wine working its magic.

I reached over to fondle her. The boys eyes went wide.

“In fact,” I continued, “given a little wine and the right kind of stimulation, there’s no telling what she will allow to happen.”

I reached around behind her to gently restrain her arms and push her chest forward as I continued mauling her tits through the sweatshirt. The boys were watching every move with rapt attention. I started pinching her now-erect nipples.

“Look at that,” I whispered loud enough for all to hear. “You can tell by the way her nipples get hard like this that she’s getting aroused.” I started feeling like I was teaching a class in human sexuality. “What do you think, Mrs. Miller? Can we take off this sweatshirt now and let these young men see how aroused you’re getting?”

“Oh, Allen…” she moaned softly.

“Is that a yes?”

“Okay,” she said, barely loud enough to hear.

I helped her lift the sweatshirt over her head and watched as her firm full breasts with her big brown nipples sticking out fell free for all to see. I think the boys stopped breathing for a minute and then glanced at each other again.

“You just sit back now and relax. These guys have been sneaking peeks at you all week so now we’re going to let them see for real.”

I resumed fondling her tits, cupping them with my hand, rubbing slowly with circular motions and finally focusing on her super-sensitive nipples. I gently tugged, pinched and twisted until she let out a little whimper. The guys were squirming in their seats.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she answered quietly.

“Do we have you motor running now? Are you ready to do something for me now?”

“It looks like I already am.”

“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch you be a bad girl. Those boys want you. Will you let them touch you? Will you do that for me?” I asked quietly.

“Okay,” she agreed softly, “but not too much.”

“Just a little like last time, okay?”

She just nodded.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” I asked the boys. They just nodded vigorously. “Would you like to come sit over here?”

My little wife let out another soft whimper and the boys looked quickly at each other and jumped up as if they were sitting on springs. I saw big bulges in their shorts as they stood and tried to straighten themselves out. I sat in one of the chairs as the guys took their positions on either side of her. They turned to her and just looked.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Caress her gently. She loves it.” They both reached out, their fingertips gently exploring her smooth, warm flesh. “Work on those nipples. You may never see any like those again.”

Candy closed her eyes and slumped back into the cushions in total surrender. Her arms were at her sides and she was fully exposed to their youthful groping. She started turning slightly from side to side, encouraging the hand that was giving her the most pleasure at the moment. She started moaning softly and she looked at me with lust in her eyes. I had no doubt that if our plan was to get her thoroughly fucked, we could make that happen.

“Mrs. Miller, our young friends seem to be in some distress. It would be cruel of us to send them home like that. After all, their girlfriends aren’t around to give them relief. We wouldn’t want them suffering from blue balls. Is there anything you can do to help?”

Now filled with desire, she reached both right and left and started rubbing the boys over their shorts as they continued fondling and groping her. Their squirming intensified.

“Don’t make her do all the work, guys. Help her out.”

They looked at me and didn’t have to be told twice. Any shyness they may have had about being exposed to each other was long gone. They both undid snaps and zippers, raised their hips and slid their shorts down. Two big hard cocks sprung up from nests of pubic hair. I was strangely pleased to see that these country kids had not adopted the modern trend of shaving everything. Candy knew what to do, too. She took a cock in each hand and started slowly pumping up and down. The guys resumed playing with her tits. I felt the blood draining from my head as it went, well, elsewhere as I observed my sweet little wife with her tits out, and a hard cock in each hand as she was being mauled by two very horny young studs. Even in the dim light I could see their cockheads starting to glisten with pre-cum and it was all I could do to keep from cumming in my pants without even touching myself.

“You’re making those young men very horny, Mrs. Miller. If you don’t do something soon we may have a very different kind of party on our hands.” I wasn’t worried so much about the boys as I was about myself. I was imagining how aroused she must be and how I was sure I could get her to let those big cocks fuck her and how much I would love to watch that, but knew in my heart that that would be a bridge to far with these young kids. We had a few more days of vacation. Maybe something else would come up.

I quickly ran into the bedroom to fetch the bottle of body lotion and found myself wishing it was the lavender massage oil we had used in the past. (But that’s yet another story.)

“Here you go Mrs. Miller,” I offered. “Remember what you did for Brad? Maybe you can do the same for Kyle.”

She glanced at Brad with a little smile and then turned to Kyle to her left.

“Do you think you could cum for me now?” she asked sweetly. God I love this woman!

Kyle’s face turned a shade redder and all he could do was nod vigorously. She squirted a glob of lotion on his straining cock and reached over to start smearing it along its considerable length.

“Oh, shit!” he groaned as he felt her warm soft hand on his sensitive flesh.

“Buckle up, Kyle, buddy. You’re about to go on one hell of a trip!” Brad offered as he peeked over Candy’s shoulder to see what was going on.

“That’s right, Kyle. Just sit back and relax and let Mrs. Miller get you off,” I added.

With that, she wrapped her fingers around him and started jerking in earnest and sliding her slippery hand along his hot shaft. Every now and then she would tease the fat head of his cock with her greasy fingers, mixing his copious precum that was now flowing with the lotion. Even from across the room I could hear the squish-squish-squish of her sloppy hand pumping up and down rhythmically.

“Is that okay?” she asked him quietly. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, God yes!” he groaned. “Please don’t stop now.” He raised his hips off the futon to urge her on.

“Don’t worry, Kyle. We Millers always finish what we start,” she answered with a little smile — no doubt for my benefit.

Brad was watching every stroke in eager anticipation. “Do that thing you did to me!” he blurted.

“Go ahead. You know what to do,” I encouraged.

She looked at Brad and then at me with a shy but knowing smile. She paused just long enough to squirt another blob of lotion on her fingers and then resumed stroking him with her left hand as she reached her right hand down to his balls with the right. As she started to scratch and tickle his balls she gripped firmly right below his cockhead and started jerking quickly in an upward motion.

“Oh. My. God.” Kyle groaned.

Brad and I were fixated on what she was doing. It was almost as if Kyle didn’t exist. It was just her and a cock and she was doing a magnificent job. The only other thing on our minds was the hope that it would soon it be our turn.

“Oh, Candy,” I whispered with a hoarse voice, “you’ve got him now. It won’t be long.”

I hurried into the kitchen and returned with the roll of paper towels that I knew would soon be needed, and just in time as I saw her reach even further under his balls.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! What’s that???” Kyle groaned and went stiff as he raised his hips off the futon. She kept jacking and probing relentlessly until Kyle let out a final low guttural groan and his semen jetted into the air, one strong spurt after another, raining down on his t-shirt, his cock and all over her hand.

“I told you!!” Brad laughed with glee.

She reached for the paper towels and cleaned her hands and helped wipe him off.

“Did you like that?” she asked sweetly.

“Oh God yes!”

XXXXXX

All this time Brad had been holding his own dick with a couple of inches standing proudly above his closed fist. I had a wet stain on the front of my shorts from the steady leak I’d developed while watching my beautiful wife jerk his young friend.

“Who’s next?” she asked clearly with a sly grin, surprising the hell out of me.

“Are you enjoying yourself, you bad little girl?’ I queried with a grin.

“Yes, Mr. Miller, I am.”

“What about you, Brad? Did you have enough the other day, or are you ready for another go?” I asked, as if I didn’t know the answer.

“Oh, yes, sir! I mean yes, please!” he stammered.

Candy turned to him and said “Let’s take these off.” and helped him slide his shorts all the way down and off. For the first time I noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I wondered if he was expecting something. I fondly remembered going commando in my youth to make quickie sex with my girlfriend easier. I was surprised and thrilled to see her take one of the pillows off the futon and place it on the floor in front of him and got down and positioned herself between his knees. She started running her hands up and down his strong thighs while looking up at him lovingly. She slowly worked her hands closer and closer to his crotch, no doubt driving him crazy with anticipation. I was starting to wonder what she was about to do myself. Could she be thinking about sucking that big young cock? Could I resist the temptation to kneel behind her and pull down her shorts as she did? Would I ask Kyle if he wanted to fuck my wife as she sucked his friend? This was all beyond what we had planned but not beyond the images swirling around in my fevered brain. I knew she must be beyond ready to be fucked. All I could do was watch, wait, and try to ignore the evil voice in my head.

She finally took his rigid shaft in her small hands and started gently stroking the sides with her fingertips. She looked like a topless supplicant solemnly praying to the high priest of pleasure. She shuffled closer to him on the pillow and drew his cock close to her face, all the time continuing to look at him. She took him in one hand and started slowly pumping up and down and licking her upper lip in time with the pumping motion. He was looking into her beautiful lust-filled face with his own unbridled desire. I’m sure both the young man and I wanted to beg her to suck it. Not surprisingly, she had much more discipline and willpower than I did and somehow she managed to stick to our understanding.

“Maybe if you’re still around here in a couple of years I can do that for you,” she said teasingly and we all knew exactly what she was talking about.

With that, she started jerking him in earnest. He was oozing so much fluid she probably didn’t need it, but I got up and offered her some lotion.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller,” she said.

It suddenly struck me how strange it was that I would be assisting my wife in giving a special handjob to a young man we barely knew. She smeared the cream all over him and continued jacking with that slippery hand. Brad started moaning and complimenting her on her efforts.

“God that feels good. You’re so good at that. Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, Bradley. I’ll finish you just as I finished Kyle.”

Kyle was still watching everything and still had his cock out. It looked like he was already reloading. My mind momentarily turned to nasty thoughts of how two young studs like this could take turns fucking her all night long and that while she might resist at first she would wind up cumming and cumming over and over. I tried to file such such thoughts away for future consideration and be mindful of the wonderful scene unfolding before me in real time. I moved my chair closer to get a better look.

“Does that feel good, Bradley?” she asked. “Are you going to cum for me again?”

It was unusual for her to be so verbal at times like this. Maybe it was their comparative youth and inexperience. Maybe it was some kind of twisted motherly instinct. Whatever it was, it was exciting the hell out of me.

“Let me see what you did to him before,” I pleaded.

“Do you mean this?” she teased as she took her other hand and proceeded to caress his scrotum.

“Oh shit!” groaned Brad.

I felt myself getting dizzy again as I watched my loving wife so carefully pleasuring this young stranger in such a nasty way. I was eager for more.

“That’s it you nasty girl. Do that! He loves it! Don’t stop. Keep going. You know what I want!”

She knows me so well.

“Do you like watching me?” she teased. “Do you want to see me be really nasty? Slide down a little, Bradley.”

“Oh God!” Brad groaned again as he slid down to get his butt at the edge of the futon.

With that she gripped him just below his swollen purple cockhead. I missed a breath as I focused on our wedding ring on the hand that was gripping this kid’s fat dick. Then, as she had done before, she reached further under him. I could see her running one greasy finger back and forth under there. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t actually massaging his prostate, but she was certainly teaching this youngster something about a whole new world of pleasure.