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You will need to read the earlier parts to understand the relationships in this story, although there are only three characters. The earlier parts seem to have been well received, so I hope that you enjoy this continuation of the story.

If you are too lazy to go searching for Parts 1-3 and seem determined to read on straight away, I can tell you that 30 year old Martin was shattered by the death of his beloved – but nymphomaniac – wife in a car accident. He mopes around day by day, not going to work and wanking himself every night trying to match the sexual levels he enjoyed with his wife.

His friend John feels sympathy for him and encourages his own wife Deborah to give sexual satisfaction to Martin. She is reluctant, but also sympathetic to Martin's widowed plight, more so when she sees Martin's huge cock – not so enormously long but thick and wide. On her second time with Martin, John hides in a closet to watch the two together. After each encounter between Deborah and Martin, she finds that sex with her own husband John has become mind-blowing too.

Chapter 9

It would be another two days before Deborah's cunt was ready to receive John's loving again. But when it was, they certainly made up for lost time and they had full-on sex morning and night every day for the next week. Both acknowledged that their desire for each other was more intense because of her encounters with Martin.

As for Martin, he tried to call Deborah several times over the next week, but every time he got the voicemail. He left messages telling her he would like her to call him. She noticed that he never called at night when John would be there. Silently, she worried about the probability that he would want more one-on-one experiences with her despite her telling him that it would never happen again.

As for herself, despite her initial misgivings, she had truly loved the experience of having another man - with John's encouragement - and especially one with such a large cock too. But she knew that it would be dangerous for her to wish for more involvement with him. She loved John dearly and was grateful for the way that their own sex life had been revitalised after the two experiences with Martin.

John confirmed to Deborah that he had heard very little from Martin, just one or two calls, including cancelling their weekly golf game on the following Saturday morning. "It would be a shame if I have lost a friend over this," said John to Deborah one evening.

It was a Wednesday afternoon the week after, twelve days after the magic evening between Martin and Deborah with John watching. Life had returned to a more normal routine. Deborah arrived home around 3pm from shopping and lunch with two of her girlfriends.

They had been into the city rather than just hanging out in the local shopping mall, so Deborah had dressed up a bit for the occasion. She wore a fashionable pale green knitted top with long sleeves and a scooped neck that revealed some cleavage, teamed with a checked pattern skirt that reached just above knee length. Her brown high-heeled boots came to just above her shins and did what high heels traditionally do … pushed her bum out seductively. She looked great and she felt good.

As Deborah parked the car and walked up to her front door, she sensed a person approaching her house from behind her. She spun around and was surprised to see Martin, looking very casual in a tight white elasticised top that emphasised his abs and his muscular chest. He had teamed the top with fawn slacks. Deborah's first impression was how handsome he looked.

"Martin…" she sort of gulped his name out, being very surprised to see him here, at her house, during the day. "What are you doing here?"

"It seems to be the only way I can talk to you, I've left messages but you never return my calls."

"I … err … I'm sorry about that. It's just that I felt that we should cool it for a little while. You know, not see each other at all for a few weeks. After that amazing night, I thought that we needed to cool down … try to go back to just being good friends … you know, the three of us."

"You could have called me back to tell me that … but just not acknowledging me, after all that we did that night … well, it's just left me a bit flat. I'm close to relapsing back to the way I was after Mandy died."

Deborah look shocked and she reached out to touch his arm. "Oh God no, Martin. Don't do that, you can't slip back. That was a terrible period in your life and you've hopefully moved on."

"With your help and encouragement, I became much better. But I'm worried that I'm slipping back. I mean, I was living like a hermit, never going out, staying home and wanking every night. Then you came along and we had a couple of good nights, but now I've gone cold turkey for nearly two weeks. Deb, I'm clawing at the walls."

"I am not your long-term solution, Martin. I was just a hand and then a warm body to help you get back on your feet. I am very much in love with John, I can't continue to be there for you."

"Deb, I find myself thinking about you all day and night, how good you looked naked ... in your bed."

"Martin, you've got to get yourself your own woman and I know you can. Goodness me, you look so good now. You're hot, you should be able to move on and find a good woman."

"Hopefully I will, Deb, but that all takes time." He paused and looked around him. "Listen, can I come in, I really feel the need to talk to you."

Deborah was hesitant and she too looked around, checking her neighbours to see if anyone was watching them. "I guess so, Martin … just to talk, mind you."

"Yeah, sure Deb, just to talk. Thanks."

She turned and continued up the path to her front door and Martin walked about two or three paces behind her, watching her arse move seductively in front of him. She fitted the key in the door and opened it, walking through the front living room and tossing her packages on a chair without stopping. Her head half turned around to call back to him as she kept moving on through the dining room and kitchen, "Get us both a drink please, I'll just be a moment, Martin. You must excuse me, I'm busting to go to the toilet."

She almost broke into a run as her need to pee returned with a vengeance … she had first noticed the pressure in her bladder twenty minutes ago in the car while driving home. Talking to Martin in front of the house had momentarily distracted her, but now she was busting. 'Damn, too much wine over lunch,' she thought to herself. 'I'll never make it upstairs, I'll have to use the downstairs toilet.'

She only just made it, doing her pelvic floor exercises while on the run, trying to hold back the flow as she hustled into the tiny downstairs toilet beside the laundry, casually pushing the sliding door partway closed. She grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt on each side and pulled it up so that it bunched around her waist, then slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down to her knees.

She dropped backwards toward the toilet seat as her resistance gave and she felt her piss begin to flow, only just making it into the bowl as the backs of her thighs touched the seat, her bottom hovering over the gap. "Oh, too close for comfort," she said aloud to herself as the sound of her urine tinkled into the bowl.

"You made it, that's good!" The male voice startled her and she looked up inside the tiny room to see Martin's face looking directly at her through the gap in the sliding door that she had not had time to close.

"Oh come on Martin … fair's fair. Just give me some privacy and go and make those drinks please." There was anger in her voice as she saw his eyes look down at her indelicate feminine position above the seat.

"You are even sexier when you're angry, I love it."

"Get out Martin. For God's sake, is nothing sacred? Just leave me to pee in peace please."

"Deborah, you are a hot woman, even when you're squatting on the toilet."

"Will you just get out … let me do this in private."

But instead of leaving, he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside the tiny room, standing immediately in front of her, putting her at eye level with his crotch. Deborah could see the prominent bulge in his trousers. Immediately, the memories of that fabulous night came flooding back, recalling for her an image of his monstrous cock, the one that had brought her such pleasure for several hours less than two weeks ago.

Martin saw where she was looking and correctly guessed what she might be thinking. "Are you picturing the good time you had with my big cock, Deb?"

"Please don't do this, Martin. I said we would just talk."

"I need you, Deb … I need you badly … I need you now."

"No Martin, it's not going to happen. Please get out." Her voice was raised.

"John cannot give you this size Deb," he said as his hand went to the bulge in his trousers and he adjusted it so that the length of his stiff erection ran up inside his trousers, the prominent bulge reaching all the way to his belt buckle. Her eyes widened. "Should I take it out, Deb, or will you?"

"For Christ's sake, stop it, Martin. No one's going to take it out. Just get out of here this minute and let me do what I have to do in peace." Her flow now finished, she rose angrily, nearly pushing him over and he fell back toward the open doorway. She turned around and reached for the toilet paper, only to find an empty roll. "Shit!" she exclaimed, looking around anxiously to see if there was a replacement roll anywhere in the tiny room.

Martin reached into his pocket and took out a clean, folded handkerchief. Holding it up in front of her, he asked, "Will this do?"

She gave him a look of contempt, but before she could take evasive action, his hand holding the hankie darted down and reaching between her upper thighs, he wiped it once from back to front across her mound, soaking up any residual drops.

"My God, how embarrassing!" Her face flushed crimson and she resignedly reached down and pulled her panties back up, then pushed her skirt back down to cover her thighs, all the time avoiding eye contact with him.

Martin just chuckled and tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket. Deborah stuck her hand out, "Give me that, I'll wash it for you."

"No way," Martin told her. "It will have your scent on it, I'll treasure that since I can't have you."

Seeing that she was finished and dressed again, Martin turned, pushing the door open wide and headed back in the direction of the living room. "I'll make those drinks now," he called to her over his shoulder.

Deborah followed him into the living room and waited patiently while he mixed up a couple of drinks and handed one to her. "So why aren't you at work?" she asked.

She sat down in a single chair, not wanting him to have the chance to sit alongside her and he selected the three-seater lounge. Deborah crossed one leg over the other, but the skirt was long enough that she didn't reveal too much of her thighs.

"I had a couple of things to do this morning with my solicitor. You know, legal stuff to do with Mandy's death and her will and all."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious why you are dressed so casually on what would normally be a work day for you."

"Since I had lost so much time this morning, I decided it wasn't worth going in for half a day. I hadn't heard from you despite leaving a lot of messages so I figured I'd just call around to see if we can talk it out."

"Have you been waiting long for me?"

"Oh, I got here about half two, so what's that … about 45 minutes. I just sat in the car and played with myself." He smirked.

"You did not, you liar."

"Actually, if the truth be known, I did, Deb. I sat there in the car, looking at your house, looking up at your bedroom and recalling the great night we had and just having a quiet wank. You came a few times that night, didn't you Deb? Have you always been that orgasmic?"

Her cheeks flushed red. "I wish you wouldn't talk about that night, Martin. I'm trying to forget it, to get on with my life with John."

Martin ignored her request. "It's hard to ignore that night, Deb, I saw how it affected you. How many times did you come? Can you remember? Must have been six or seven."

"Five, Martin … I think it was five." She regretted making the admission the moment that she uttered the words.

"So you did count, eh Deb?" He smirked again.

In attempting to deflect how much impact that night had on her, she almost told him that John counted, not her, but she managed to stop herself in time. She just nodded in agreement that she had counted.

"I knew that the night meant something to you … it had to. I mean, I don't want to put John down, but you would have to remember the different size of my cock inside you, stirring up those five orgasms."

Deborah blushed again, but she also closed her eyes briefly at the mention of Martin's cock size. He seized the opportunity that he saw.

"See, I knew it. You've been thinking about it still, haven't you? Don't tell me that you want to move on with your life with John. You would love to have one more go around with Uncle Martin, wouldn't you?"

She should have said no much quicker, but the timing of her hesitation gave her away. Eventually the words came out. "No Martin, I don't!" but she sounded unconvincing, even to herself.

"See, I knew it. You've been avoiding talking to me, because you know you'll be tempted." He sprang to his feet, reaching a hand out to her. "Come on, we've got a few hours still until John gets home. Let's go to bed one more time … just for us, so we can both feel good."

She remained seated while looking up at him. His hand was still outstretched. Her mind was spinning as her thoughts ran rampant. 'I knew this would happen if I came face to face with him again. Oh, I want to have him again so badly, but I can't betray John.'

"Sit down, Martin … don't be so ridiculous." She tried desperately to sound convincing.

"It will be so easy, Deb. Just take my hand and I'll lead you up the stairs. If saying yes to me is too hard, then you don't have to say anything. I can already see that you want it and right now. Just let me lead you to the bed."

'Yes, it would be so easy, I know,' she thought. 'And he's right, I know I want him and his big cock … just one more time. But John knew about it in advance last time. I would hate to tell him tonight after I had given myself to Martin again and then discover that he didn't approve.'

Martin took a step forward, reaching out now to take her arm, her hand still holding the drink. He tried to encourage her body out of the lounge chair without forcing her.

She did stand up, willingly going with the pressure from his arm, but then she raised her other arm to signal stop.

"Martin, this is crazy, and I know you won't understand this." She paused, gathering up some more courage. "But I'm going to have to ask John."

"What?" he exclaimed, his face revealing his astonishment.

"I know, it will sound silly to you, but I have to Martin … I just have to." She shook her arm free of his and began to walk into the kitchen. Martin followed her.

"So when can we do it if he says its okay?"

She turned to look directly into his eyes and said very matter of factly: "Now … we can still do it right now … I just feel I should ask him if he would mind."

Martin continued to look stunned until he saw her reach for the phone in the kitchen. "You're going to ring him at work and ask him if I can fuck you?"

As she dialled John's number, she turned to him again and smiled, "Sure!"

"I don't believe it!"

She leaned her bottom back against the kitchen bench and continued to smile at Martin as she listened to the ringing of John's phone.

"John Cooper," Deborah heard her husband's voice on the phone line and she took a reality jolt as her spur of the moment idea took shape.

"Hi John, how are you?"

"Deb, it's great to hear from you, but you never call me at this time of the day. What's up?"

"Nothing special, John. I just wanted to hear your voice."

'Nothing special!' thought Martin. 'Is she prick teasing me?'

"Well, that's a great surprise, Deb," continued John on the other end of the phone to his wife. "You never do this. I love the fact that you'd call me, just out of the blue. So how was your day?"

"Wonderful, John, I went shopping with Wendy and Janice. We had a great time, tried on heaps of clothes, but you'll be very proud of me. I only spent $150 in the end."

Already stunned that she would even suggest calling her husband to ask his permission for her guest to fuck her, Martin was becoming impatient as she made idle conversation on the phone. He determined to take command of the situation, stepping forward to where she leaned against the kitchen bench, phone in her hand. As she talked to her husband, her eyes held his, intently gazing at Martin. He was now in her space, only an arms length in front of her, but she didn't appear to be nervous, just kept watching Martin as she talked.

"Just a couple of outfits, darling. I guess I'll have to model them for you when you get home."

"I will look forward to that," said John down the line to his wife. "I won't be home till about seven, Deb. Got a late appointment here in the office."

Martin reached out one hand, placing it at Deborah's waist and he felt around for a clasp that would release her skirt. He wasn't great with women's clothes, but he located it and managed to undo it, then slid down the zip. Her skirt didn't fall because she was leaning hard against the bench and the back held in place even though the front of her skirt now dipped low, revealing her bare belly and the top of her brief green panties.

His other hand came forward, grasping her waist on the other side and together, both hands took hold of her hips and pulled her body forward, away from the bench. She didn't resist and her skirt, now freed, fell in a pool of cloth to the floor. His hands let her fall gently back against the bench. She now stood before him in a green knitted top with scooped neck that revealed an ample amount of the smooth tanned globes of her breasts and a lot of cleavage. The top was short, barely reaching her waist, exposing a bare midriff, with green panties and brown high-heeled shin-high boots that thrust her pelvis toward him.

Her phone conversation had stalled when Martin released her skirt to expose most of her lower body and John became curious about the silence. "Deb, are you still there?"

"Um … oh sorry honey … I was just a bit distracted. Listen John, I must confess that there really was a reason for calling you."

"Oh really?" John's voice indicated some suspicion.

"I need to ask you a big favour … I mean a really big favour."

Martin's hands had now moved up from her hips and they slipped under the knitted top, each hand grasping a palm full of tit and nipple through the sleek nylon bra she wore beneath. She took in a couple of deep breaths with the sensations of his hands massaging her breasts as her husband answered.

"Sure Deb, what is it you want?"

"W-e-l-l!" she strung the word out as she savoured the effect Martin's hands were having on her nipples, arousing them to stiff peaks. "You know how we hadn't heard from Martin lately."

"Yes, Deb, did he call you?"

"Better still, John … he came by this afternoon."

"Oh really? And….?"

"Yes, he was here when I got home from shopping."
"When was that, Deb?" asked John curiously.

"Oh, only about 20 minutes ago. We've just been talking, John."

"Is that all, just talking?"

"Yes, just talking. Oh, wait a minute … no, he was also a very naughty boy, John."

"Why Deb, what did he do that was naughty?"

"He watched me pee."

"Really Deb, how did that happen? Did you ask him to watch you?"

"No I didn't John … that's why I said he was naughty. He followed me to the toilet, pushed the door open and just stood and watched."

"Did you like having him watch you pee, Deb?"

"No, it didn't do anything for me, John."

"Do you think it did something for him, Deb?"

"It might have, I don't know. Men are strange sometimes … you never know what seems to make them horny."

"Do you know what makes me horny, Deb?"

"I think I do, John. I think I'm working it out. That's why I'm calling you on the phone … now!"

"Really!"

"Yes, I've learnt a lot about what turns you on in the past few weeks."

"Well, you're quite a surprise packet, Deb."

She just giggled in response and Martin watched her close her eyes as his massaging of her breasts began to seriously arouse her.

"So Deb, you were saying about Martin being a naughty boy and watching you piss."

"Pee, John … I prefer the word pee."

"Okay Deb, so he watched you. How did it happen? How would Martin be in a position to watch you pee?"

"I was busting in the car on the way home and then when I got home, I ran into Martin waiting outside. I invited him in because he said he just wanted to talk, but then I felt the need again to pee. I knew I was never going to make it upstairs, so I used the little toilet off the laundry. I was in such a hurry that I didn't lock the door. Didn't really think I needed to … but he followed me in there."

"So what happened then?"

"Nothing really! He just stood there and watched me and I was pretty annoyed. I mean peeing is a personal thing and the toilet … well, that's private in there."

"So you were sitting on the toilet seat and he was … what, standing in front of you?"

"Yes, John. Standing in front of me."

"So did he have a hard-on while he was watching you? I mean, from where you were sitting, it would have been right in front of you."

This time she whispered her answer down the phone to him. "Yes John, he was hard."

"What was that, Deb? I could barely hear you."

Much louder this time, "Yes, John, it was hard and it was big." Deborah opened her eyes as she answered her husband and stared straight into Martin's eyes, smiling at him.

"Did he take it out, Deb?"

"No John, but he rearranged it better in his trousers, so that it was pointing straight up. There was a huge bulge and it almost reached his belt."

"Gee, that sounds pretty big, Deb. So did anything else happen in the toilet?"

"When I'd finished, there was no paper, so he used his handkerchief to wipe me."

"Hmmm … that's different."

"Then we went into the living room and we've just been talking since."

"What have you been talking about Deb?"

"About how horny he is again, he's worried that he's going back to the way he was before I helped him."

"So what are you wanting to do about that, Deb? Are you tempted to help him again? Is that why you're calling me now?"

Martin's hands left the massaging of her tits and grasped the bottom of her knitted top, hauling it up over her breasts to her neck.

"Just a minute, John," she told her husband as both hands, including the hand holding the phone reached straight up, allowing him to pull the top over her head, leaving her body in just a see-through skin-tone nylon bra, the green panties and the high boots.

She tossed her head, shaking her hair out after it was messed by the top coming over her head. Martin liked the gesture as he leant forward and clamped his mouth over one bra-covered orb.

"Ummm!" she exclaimed seductively as Martin latched on and sucked. "Sorry, what were you saying John?"

"I asked you what you wanted to do about Martin being horny. It seems to me that if you're calling me now at a time when you don't normally call, then you must have a plan of some kind."

"Well John, I don't want to upset you … and you were very generous letting me have him that night when you went out … but … but John, would you be angry at me if I let him have me again? Like today … I mean like right now, perhaps even here in the kitchen?"

"It sounds to me like you're not just doing this for him, Deb. It sounds to me like you want to fuck him as much as he wants to fuck you. Do you want his big cock again, Deb? Is that what it is? Are you craving the thick one?"

"No John, I can live without it…" she protested.

"Oh really?" said John disbelievingly.

"Yes I can, and I have for two weeks. But since he's here … and since he's all horny and all … like, he hasn't had sex in two weeks. John, you and I have been having it every night, so imagine how you'd feel if you couldn't have me for two whole weeks."

"Yes Deb, I admit I'd be crawling up the walls. But darling, you've got to have a better reason to give your body to him than just because Martin's horny. He doesn't get to have you just because he wants to. You have to want it too, Deb. I want to hear from you that you want his thick cock inside your cunt. Is that what you want, Deb?"

She paused, her eyes closed, her lips apart, relishing the loving her nipples were getting from Martin's enthusiastic mouth. He had now switched to her other tit.

"Deb, what's happening? Talk to me, tell me what you want, darling. If you really want him badly enough, I'll tell you it's okay with me. But I've got to hear it from you before I agree, I've got to know how much you want him."

As Martin continued to apply the pressure of his lips and tongue to her nipples, one of his hands descended to her mound, taking her by surprise as she felt his fingers suddenly there at her cunt, touching her through the thin panties, finding her wet with desire. Her feet shuffled further apart, spreading her legs wide, allowing Martin unlimited access to her treasures.

"Oh John, I want him now. Can I have him now honey, right this moment? Is that okay with you? Is it all right to let him shove his big cock up into me one more time?" Her voice now sounded desperate to John and he guessed that she was highly aroused. At the other end of the phone, sitting at his desk in his office, his hand resting on his own erect cock – still inside his pants - John wondered if she and Martin may have already started.

"Do you still have your clothes on, Deb?"

"Only my bra and panties, John … oh, and my boots. You know the long brown ones that you like, with the high heels."

John had a mental picture to work with. "Where did the rest of your clothes go?"

"He's been taking them off while I've been talking to you. I was fully clothed when I called you but now there's only my bra and panties left … oh, and the boots!"

"Did you try to stop him from taking your clothes off?"

There was a long pause before she softly told her husband, "No!"

"Can I stay on the line, darling?

"Yes," she whispered huskily as Martin's hand pushed her panties down to just below her cunt, giving his fingers access to her mound.

"Will you tell me when he takes off your bra and panties, Deb?"

"Yes!" her voice husky again.

"Promise darling?"

"Yes … oh yes!"

Martin's fingers were now rolling over her moistened clit and John could hear his wife's breathing coming in panting gasps down the phone line.

"What's happening, Deb? Don't forget to tell me … I can't see you this time. I need your words … keep talking all the time … describe what's happening."

"He's … he's got … oh John, his fingers have got inside my panties … and he's sucking my nipple. Oh John, it's good … I'm feeling really good!"

"I thought you said you had your bra on, Deb."

"I do, he's sucking me through the bra."

"Better take it off then Deb … his lips and his tongue will feel that much better on your bare skin. Take it off, Deb."

Her left hand continued to hold the phone to her ear while the other hand reached around behind her back and managed to release the catch on her bra. It tumbled forward and Martin brushed it aside, his mouth closing again over one stiff nipple, now bare.

"It's off, John … I took my bra off."

"So now he's at your tits, Deb. Is he sucking them good?"

"Yes … oh yes!" The hand that had released the bra closed around Martin's head, hugging him tighter to her breast, trying to increase the stimulation he was giving her.

Now she felt his hand that had been rummaging around her clit and labia, grasp her panties and push them down her legs and she brought her legs together so they would fall the rest of the way to the floor. One foot lifted to step out of her panties and she spread her feet apart again as Martin's fingers resumed swirling around her budding clitoris, causing her to moan aloud from the sensations.

"What's happening now, Deb … you keep forgetting to tell me?"

"My panties, John … they're gone … my panties are off … they're on the floor somewhere."

"So you must be naked now, Deb … are you naked in our kitchen? Alone with our friend Martin?"

"Yes John … all my clothes are gone, I'm naked … well, nearly naked … I've still got my boots on."

"Hell Deb, I can picture you now … in just your high heel boots." John was wanking away on his cock now. "Shit, that Martin is a lucky prick … he can see you looking like that … the sight of you like that will make his damn cock even bigger!"

Her breathing quickened and all the signs were that an orgasm was near for her … Martin wanted to prolong her arousal. The finger that had been swirling around her clit now set out on a little journey along her wet labia lips, finding the indentation at the bottom of her labia that indicated that magic entry point to her cunt. He plunged two fingers deeply into her cunt, swirled them around a little, then withdrew them, sliding them back up to her clitoris, only to do it all again, causing her to moan out loud again.

"He's … oh … he's … oh my God … his fingers are inside me, John."

"So he's fingering you, is he darling?"

"Yes … oh God … yes!" Her voice was husky, her breath coming in panting gasps. John could sense she was getting close and at his end of the phone his fingers unzipped his trousers and fished out his own cock.

"Not as big as his cock, eh Deb? His fingers, I mean … they're not as big as that cock that you'll be feeling soon?"

"No … you're right … about that. I'll have his big cock soon, John."

"Sounds like you're ready, Deb. Are you ready for it now?"

"Yes … I want it now."

"Then tell him, Deb. Tell Martin to stick that big cock of his in you now. Go on, tell him Deb."

Deborah's hand came down off Martin's head and he came up for air. She reached forward with the one hand and began tugging frantically at his belt.

"Tell him, Deb. He doesn't know you're ready for it. You've got to tell him."

"I want it now, Martin … can you put that big thing of yours inside me?" Deborah told both men as she managed to get the belt buckle undone, then pulled the snap on the waist of his trousers and they fell down his legs.

Through the phone, John could hear Martin's voice for the first time. "I want you in bed, Deb. Let's go upstairs."

"No!" screamed John frantically in Deborah's ear. "Stay on the line, darling."

"Ummmmm, I will." She answered her husband before telling her lover, "No Martin, do me here, in the kitchen … now … right now!"

Martin tried again. "Come on Deb, come up to bed. It's much better in bed."

Deborah was emphatic. "No … it's right here … or not at all."

"For Christ's sake, you two are sick puppies," Martin told Deborah, annoyed. He wanted to enjoy her body in bed again, just like that night two weeks ago.

"Now Martin … I want you now," she pleaded, her hand reaching into his boxers and drawing out his thick erection.

Martin was not a fan of fucking standing up, but Deborah was calling the shots … or rather, Deborah was repeating the shots that John was calling. They were both playing out another of John's fantasies and Martin was about to be the star.

"I want this inside me, Martin. Please … put it in now."

Martin got both of his hands around the back of her thighs and lifted her feet off the floor. Deborah threw her right arm around his neck to hold on while she stubbornly hung on to the phone with her left hand. Her arse was just barely perched on the edge of the kitchen bench and she wrapped both legs around his hips, a move that spread her cunt lips wide as she felt his thick tool poised at her entrance, ready to enter her.

He nudged it forward and it spread her inner labia lips wide around the head of his cock. "Oh!" she gasped, marvelling already at the size.

Deborah heard John's voice in her ear. "What's happening? You're not telling me. Is he in yet?"

"Just honey … it's just…" Martin held her warm body to his as he thrust his hips forward, sinking all of the head and about two inches of his shaft into her hot recesses in one slick motion. "Oh shit!"

"I guess he's in now, then?" asked John.

"Some of it … oh shit, I can't believe how big he is."

"It's not like it's your first time with him, Deb."

"No … but I'd forgotten … I forgot just how big it feels inside me. Oh shit, it's massive."

John heard Martin's voice again. "Hold steady, babe. Here's some more…"

Deborah screamed as about three more inches was pushed deep up her cunt.

"Christ, you're so tight babe!" Martin's voice again.

"John, I might have to put the phone down … I'm going to need two hands to hang on."

"Okay, but don't hang up, just place it down beside you," John shouted at her, frantic that she might cut off the call. His hand was now stroking his own cock as he listened to his wife being fucked again by his friend.

She placed the receiver down on the bench so she could throw both arms around Martin's shoulders, burying her head into his neck, her lips nuzzling his skin. The two hands of Martin holding her under her arse eased their grip, allowing gravity to let her slide further down, her cunt finally sinking fully over his rampant erection.

"It's in John … I've got it all … I feel stuffed full," she remembered to call out to her husband, still listening down the phone line.

Martin allowed Deborah a moment or two to adjust to the extreme girth of his fat cock wedged up her cunt, then his hands held her torso steady as he began to slide his cock almost all the way out, and with a little difficulty, all the way back in.

He was lifting her whole body up until it almost slid off the top of his cock, and then he was letting her go and the weight of her body was sliding her down over his shaft. Again and again, they mutually enjoyed the ultimate intimate joining of two eager bodies. Neither of them was too crazy about this position, but Deborah persisted, doing it this way more for John, so that he could hear their sounds down the phone line.

It's not like there wasn't a phone upstairs, beside the bed. But she figured that the mood might have been lost if they had gone up to the bedroom and switched phones. Deborah was doing this for John, he had sounded very excited on the end of the phone line and she knew that he would be wanking himself as he listened to them.

Deborah had been close to coming when Martin had two fingers foraging around in her cunt, so she was already close when Martin lowered her onto his massive shaft. It didn't take long for all that movement, directly on her g-spot and brushing her clit, to bring it on for her.

John sat in his office, his hand pumping his cock under the desk while he listened to his wife getting off again with his good friend. Although she no longer held the phone at her end, John could clearly hear her gasping and heavy breathing on every stroke that Martin pounded into her. John knew it wouldn't be long and he tried to pace his own cumming to match his wife's orgasm.

John had heard his wife cum so often that he knew just how close she was by the sounds of her gasps and groans and he gave his cock two or three final hard tugs to push himself over the top. His cum splattered up at the underside of his desk as he gained his relief while on the other end of the phone, he could hear his wife moaning through her orgasmic frenzy. John tried to imagine the feelings that Martin would be experiencing as Deborah's vaginal muscles clamped and spasmed tightly around his cock head.

The phone line went dead and John presumed that Martin had taken the opportunity to hang up on him while Deborah was lost in her orgasmic bliss.

Back at the house, Martin perched her arse on the bench, his shaft tightly embedded in her cunt. He was nowhere near ready to cum yet, but he allowed Deborah time to come down from her first climax.

At last, she opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his. "Is that it? Did you come?"

Martin answered by thrusting his hips forward, this move with himself lodged deep inside her, had the effect of shoving her further back onto the kitchen bench. She felt the fullness of his erection within her and knew that he was yet to come.

"I guess not," she sighed, tightening her arms around his shoulders, hugging herself to his muscular frame. "I love your big cock."

"I thought you might … that's why I came over."

"I'm glad you did … I was silly to deny myself this," she said, tightening her vaginal muscles around his shaft for effect.

"What was that charade with John all about?"

"Oh that … I'm sorry, but I just figured that I owed it to him to know what we were doing here. In the last few weeks, I have discovered that he has this weird voyeur streak. He seems to get a kick out of sharing me with you, so long as he can watch it or hear about it after."

"What do you mean watch it?"

Deborah was caught out, in the aftermath of their passion, she wasn't thinking straight and had let the word watch slip out. "No, I mean watch me as I tell him about you fucking me."

"You don't mean that … you said watch. Was he somewhere watching that night we were together up in your bed? Did he have a camera there?"

Deborah realised that she had said too much, she couldn't think quickly enough to talk her way out of her revelation. "I'm sorry, Martin … John insisted. I just went along with it because that was the only way he would let me have you."

"What was it, a camera or was he watching us through the door?"

"He was in the closet," Deborah told him ashamedly.

"Wow, he's a strange one. So you were just performing for him with me?"

"No Martin, that's not true. I really got into it. I mean, I knew he was there when we first went up, but after all that effort that we took to get this wonderful b**st inside me…" She clamped the muscles in her groin around him again to emphasise her point. "…then I just forgot he was there. I was embarrassed really … when I thought about it later, I was afraid that I might have been a bit too enthusiastic in giving myself to you so completely."

"Did he mind how you threw yourself into it?"

"I don't think so. Everybody got what they wanted. He's obviously got this thing about watching me with you, he tells me it's a popular fantasy for a lot of guys. And you got to feel a willing woman's body again after so long without."
"More than just a willing woman's body … it was the willing body of a good friend … and you were hot."

"Thanks! I got something out of it too, I got to feel what a big one is really like. I had always wondered … girlfriends talk about that sort of thing, but some of it is exaggeration. I have to say that it was even better than Mandy had described."

"Deb, we're not done yet. Let's take this upstairs. I want you in your bed now."

"That's good … so do I!"

She expected he would leave her sitting perched on the bench while he slid his cock out. But instead, he got his hands around her arse and lifted her. Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she realised that he was intending to carry her, with her body suspended over the top of his cock. "Oh my God, you better put me down. I'll be too heavy. You don't want to break something."

"It's okay," Martin told her as he carried her out of the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs. She felt every step he took as it jolted his cock inside her cunt.

"Feels great," she said, her head nestled against his neck, her arms clinging to him, wrapped around his neck.

"This bit might be harder," he said as they reached the stairs. Carefully, he took one step up, balancing her precariously on his shaft. Then a second step, and a third. It was okay, he found that if he took it slowly, he could negotiate the steps without dropping her. Just as well that he worked out in the gym regularly.

He reached the top of the stairs safely and walked her into her bedroom, going right up to the edge of the bed. With his knees braced against the bed, he leaned forward. Deborah felt herself falling backwards and tensed. "Don't drop me!"

Martin took one hand off her arse and held it out to brace himself when they dropped. Half a metre off the bed, he let himself fall forward and Deborah fell back onto the bed, Martin – joined to her – coming down on top of her.

"Ugggghhh!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed her into the mattress.

"You okay? He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just took my breath away. My God, I can't believe that you're still in me."

"I sure am, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to enjoy this." His feet had left the floor, but they were still hanging off the side of the bed. He needed to get them both further onto the bed so his knees could get a grip for him to drive himself into her. They managed to shuffle their joined bodies until they were both in full contact with the bed. "That's better … now let's both enjoy this without anyone watching."

"Okay," she told him, pushing her hips up to meet him, signalling her surrender to let him take her fully.

So began a magical hour for them both. Martin proudly maintained his control, despite not having had sex for two weeks, he pounded his giant cock into Deborah's eager and willing cunt. She took it all and responded with enthusiasm, reeling off one orgasm after another. Martin counted each one aloud.

When he announced "That's five," she laughed. "You've tied the record," he told her proudly.

"Don't you want to come, Martin?"

"Desperately babe … my balls are aching."

"Well, do it. You don't have to prove you're some super stud for me. I just love the feel of you tucked up inside me, filling me like I've never been filled before. But I'm exhausted now … I really just want you to cum and then we can hold each other for awhile."

"Okay, here I come," Martin told her, but he lied. He did desperately want to finish, but he had this ego thing going, he wanted to give her one last orgasm to outdo his previous time in bed with her. So he steeled himself to resist the desperate physical sensations he felt as her cunt tightened, urging him to release his load into her.

On and on he plunged his hard and thick tool into her velvety sheath. He could feel his balls tightening and he knew that this time he wouldn't be able to hold his cum back. She was not showing any sign of reaching number six, her breathing sounded normal as she lay spread beneath him, her eyes gazing lovingly into his as his cock pummelled her.

Resignedly, Martin gave up his resistance and allowed his balls to release their liquid package into his shaft. Having given up holding back, Martin plunged harder and deeper, determined to extract the maximum feelings for them both when he came. "Oh shit Deb, you're a great fuck," he screamed out so romantically as he committed to his last few thrusts, feeling his cum travelling up his shaft, about to burst out into her body.

"Now Martin, now!" was all she said as her body suddenly jerked into a shuddering climax, one with little build-up that neither of them felt was coming. Deborah's sixth coming blended in with Martin's only one as his cock spurted its liquid contents deep into her cunt.

Their bodies lay locked tightly together as his cock jerkily delivered its life-giving elixir into her receptive body and she clung to him, her legs locked over the back of his thighs, so she could feel every spasm, every pulsing spurt that hit her cervix.

At last, they were still. He was heavy, lying atop her, but she didn't want to complain. She had willingly given him her body to mould and play with … and he had delivered all the pleasure that she could possibly want.

"It's a new Deborah record," he announced proudly.

"I don't know how … I wasn't expecting that last one. It just snuck up on me."

"They can be the best kind, can't they?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

He withdrew his shaft from her and she felt every ridge of his cock as it slipped from her grasping cunt. She closed her eyes to better savour the sensations coursing through her body. Then he rolled off her, allowing her to breathe better with his weight gone. But she wanted his closeness and she rolled over to cling to his body as he flopped beside her on the bed.

"Can you stay a bit longer?"

"Sure, as long as you want. But what about John?"

"He said he wouldn't be home until seven tonight." She looked across at the bedside clock. "It's only four thirty now, we've got heaps of time."

They both gave in to the drowsy state of their bodies and they slumbered easily together.

Chapter 10

Deborah woke with a start, it was getting dark outside. She looked at the clock … 6.30. John would be home soon. Her movement on the bed stirred Martin awake too and he immediately leaned over and kissed her, long and lingering with a degree of tongue activity. Deborah loved this instant sign of passion and she folded her arms around his neck and head again.

"I better be going," he said as the kiss ended.

"No, not yet," she said, holding him against her warm body.

"But John will be home soon."

"That's okay, he knows you're here … and he knows what we're doing." She lifted her racked body and threw her leg across his body, lifting herself up into a sitting position atop him, her arse coming down right on his groin, his cock now flaccid. "Have you got just a bit more for me?" She gave him a seductive pouting look.

"You are becoming insatiable, have I released another Mandy?"

She reached beneath her and took hold of his cock, rubbing it along her outer lips as she lifted her body up, straddling his.

"If I am becoming another Mandy, you can understand why … it's this blessed cock of yours. God, I love it."

Martin reached his hands up and began massaging her perfectly shaped tits that curved like a ski jump, the nipples being the jump-off point. He drew the nipples out to an erect state. Beneath her body, they could both feel the effect that rubbing his cock along her cunt lips was having … he was growing solid very quickly. There was moisture too, her juices now flowing again.

Realising that time was against them, Deborah couldn't wait for a full erection and she lowered her body and crammed his cock head into her cunt in one swift movement. The heat from within her cunt was all that was needed and Martin's cock quickly responded, growing inside her passage to a full erection.

Deborah took control immediately and began sliding her body up and down his hard shaft. Her cunt had by now fully adjusted to his size and she had little difficulty with it. She half closed her eyes, savouring the sensual feel of his massive cock as it sliced through her soft tissue.

With his hands manipulating her breasts and her engorged nipples and his cock plowing into her, she was not surprised when she so soon felt the rumblings within her of an impending orgasm. She just maintained her pace and rhythm, allowing herself to go with it and let it run its course, her body jerking spasmodically atop his rigid shaft, then collapsing over him.

When she had extracted every drop of pleasure from that release, Deborah lifted her body upright again and pressed on. "Come with me, Martin, please." She used the muscles around her vagina, clamping and tightening around his shaft as she slid up and down on him. "Don't control it now, I know you did that last time, and it was good. But just let go, I want you to cum again with me."

She was kicking into overdrive again, her breathing laboured and her gasping moans telling him that she was headed for another release. "Now Martin … give it to me now. We might never do this again, so make it special … n-o-w."

Her orgasm peaked and she shrieked out, "Come with me now, Martin." As much as he wanted to stretch out his pleasure, he knew that at any moment, John could interrupt them. So he gave in to the magical sensations that her cunt was bestowing on his cock and he thrust upward hard into her … five, ten, fifteen times and that was all it took. His cum was released, spurting deep into her cunt as she slumped over him, her own spasms diminishing as his pulsing finish completed their union.

Unknown to the carnal couple in the bedroom, John had walked into his home, just as Deborah was screaming out, "Come with me now, Martin." He crept quietly up the stairs and stood at the open bedroom doorway, watching his wife sitting dominantly atop his best friend while his friend pumped his creamy release into her welcoming body.

When he saw Deborah's exhausted body slump down over Martin, he knew that there was nothing more to watch here. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost seven … he had talked to his wife just before four. 'Have they been at it all that time … surely not?' he thought as he made his way back downstairs to his living room, poured himself a drink and sat down to watch the TV news.

It would be fifteen minutes later when Martin appeared in the doorway. "Hi John," he said, looking rather tired. "When did you get in?"

"Just in time to see you pumping your cum into my wife. It sure looked like she was enjoying herself … was she good for you?"

"She is heaven, John. That body is pure heaven. Her perfect tits, I could touch and kiss them all day … and as for her tight cunt." His eyes rolled back expressively. "John, you are a very lucky man."

"I know, she is everything I could wish for. She seems to like your cock, Martin."

"Err … yes. I think she does. Only because its different, John. Don't worry … I know she loves you very much."

"Martin, I'm quite okay with it … I haven't minded you borrowing Deb while you get yourself back on your feet. But listen, you better start looking for a good woman of your own. I have only so much generosity."

"Yes, sure John … I will, very soon."

"Martin, are you right for golf on Saturday?"

"Err … yes. Of course, tee off at eight, eh?"

"Sounds good to me. You can see yourself out, eh Martin?"

"Certainly, John … and thanks … you know, thanks for everything … I mean, today and last week … I really do appreciate it. You're a good friend … and so is Deb."

"You're welcome, Martin." John stood and switched off the TV. "Guess it's my turn now," he said, taking off his coat and tie as he headed for the hallway. Martin let himself out of the house.

John climbed the stairs and walked to his bedroom. The dark of night had fallen outside, but in his bedroom, the bedside lamps were on. In the glow of the light, his wife lay spread out in the middle of their double bed, her eyes closed. Her arms lay stretched out to each side and her legs were spread wide apart, almost obscenely, revealing lots of pink bits between the tops of her thighs. As he reached the side of the bed, John could see Martin's semen leaking from her cunt lips onto the sheet.

John unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor in a pool around his feet. He stepped out of them while unbuttoning his shirt. Deborah heard the sounds of his clothing coming off and opened her eyes, turning her head to look at her husband. "Hello John, when did you get in?"

"Oh, about twenty minutes ago. Just in time to see you riding Martin and urging him to come." His head nodded toward her dripping cunt. "It would appear that he did."

"Ummm! It was so nice, John … he is a very considerate lover … as you are too." She managed to say it quickly so the last bit didn't sound like an after-thought. "I want to thank you for being so understanding. You are a good man!"

"Well, I'm also a very horny one," he said as he dropped his underpants and revealed his standard sized cock, fully erect. "No excuses about being sore this time darling. I want to be in your cunt now."

Her husband clambered onto the bed and quickly moved his body over hers, fitting his legs between her spread thighs. She felt the tip of his cock gently touch her outer lips. "I'm ready, John … if you can't wait," she told him as she wrapped her arms around his back.

"A quickie for me first, Deb … just to catch up with you … and then I want to hear about everything that happened in this house over the past three hours."

"Okay," she said as the head of his cock nudged forward, slicing easily into her ravaged cunt and she folded her legs up and over his arse.

John pictured her probably having made the same locking move with Martin in this same bed less than three hours ago. But rather than dwell on that image, he became lost in the sensual delights of the moment as his cock sank into her and she began to hump her body back up at him. 'She has become a better lover from her experiences with Martin,' he thought as he rapidly thrust his cock into her depths, seeking the quick release he so desperately desired.

They didn't eat dinner that night … John had the two minute quickie that he craved after standing at the bedroom door, watching the end of her session with Martin. Then, he insisted that Deborah had to tell him every minute detail of her three hours with Martin. By the time she revealed that she had come seven times in her marathon fucking session, John's cock was up again. This time, he made love to his wife slowly and deliberately with heaps of foreplay. While he could only get her to come twice before he shot his final load for the night into her, they were both well satisfied and slept soundly, spooned together.

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