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You will need to read Parts 1 & 2 to fully appreciate this story. Martin was shattered by the death of his wife in a car accident, then discovered that she had been cheating on him with her boss. To help Martin recover, his friend John has encouraged his wife Deborah to help Martin sexually on two separate nights.

Chapter 7

Deborah put the kettle on and was only just pouring two coffees when she heard John's car on the driveway. She was back in the living room, handing a cup to Martin when John came through the door. "I'll have one of those two, thanks Deb?"

John threw his keys down on the coffee table, walked over and kissed his wife, smelling the aroma of sex that drifted off her body. "Had a good time, darling?" he asked his wife.

"Yes John ... yes, we did."

John turned to Martin, "So what did you two get up to while I was gone?"

"We screwed each other silly for hours on end," said Martin with a cheeky grin at John.

"What?" screamed Deborah, "John, we didn't!" acting out her part well, but wondering why Martin would say that to John. 'Unless Martin was in on John's whole plan,' pondered Deborah.

"No John, sorry to disappoint, we just had a long game of Monopoly, all night long. Such a shame, would have preferred my first answer. Deb's such a great girl!"

"She sure is," said John, his arm protectively slipping around his wife's shoulders. "Can I have that coffee, darling?"

Deborah broke away and went to the kitchen. While she made John's coffee, she could hear a lot of laughter coming from the living room. She was curious about what they might be discussing.

When she brought John's coffee into the living room, she just caught the end of a conversation, John was saying to Martin, "...must do it again sometime, it went so well."

"What went well, what are you going to do again?" asked Deborah suspiciously. She still had a nagging feeling that John might have conned her, and that Martin may have been in on John's plans tonight from the outset.

John's answer didn't settle her concern. "Oh nothing, Deb, just man talk. "Err ... golf, we've got to play again sometime."

With Deborah back in the room, the conversation included her and there was no more innuendo. They sipped their coffees over small talk and finally John said to Martin, "Marty, I 'm pretty tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to kick you out now. I need to spend some quality time with my wife."

Martin rose, shook John's hand, then he stepped toward Deborah and to her complete surprise, pulled her into his arms and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She felt his tongue trying to force itself between her lips and she twisted away, managing to break the lip lock.

Stepping back, Deborah saw Martin's grin, then looked quickly to John, who was also smiling. "Looks like you two really like each other," was John's strange comment.

John walked Martin to the door and Deborah busied herself clearing up the coffee cups and taking them to the kitchen. John appeared at the kitchen door and Deborah turned to face him. "Well, what an incredible night that was!" John told her, his arms outstretched to her.

Deborah looked at him apprehensively. "Are you okay with it all, John? You're not upset with how intense it got?"

"I loved it, darling. I loved every single minute. Oh, except when you took him into the shower and I couldn't see a thing."

Reassured, Deborah stepped forward into his arms. "I was so nervous, and so worried how you would take it all. You know, I mean it must have been difficult for you having to watch me getting so into it with Martin in our bed. God, it was just so full on, I mean, the orgasms. John, I don't know how many times I came."

"Five ... I counted them all. It was five!"

"I can't believe it. I mean, I can't believe that I actually came that many times ... and I can't believe that you would count them. I have never been able to come so easily before and I can't see why I should just get into bed with Marty and suddenly I become multi-orgasmic."

"Just the circumstances, Deb. You're with me for four years and we get into a bit of a pattern with our loving. Then, along comes a new man – forbidden fruit – but I unleash you to do whatever you want with him. It becomes an exciting adventure to you ... handsome man, but you've known him for years so you feel pretty comfortable with him, then he produces a big cock. It's all so new and exciting. You just reacted to the circumstances.

"John, promise me that tonight won't affect us continuing to love each other."

"I promise, darling! Deb, I'm with you for the long haul. But I've just watched you getting fucked for four solid hours and I'm afraid that I'm desperate for a bit of the action too. Come on, let's go up to bed."

Together, arm in arm, they switched off the downstairs lights and made their way up the stairs. When they entered their bedroom, the first sight was the unmade bed, the sheets crumpled, still damp from Martin's cum and her juices.

Deborah exclaimed, "Oh my God, we can't lie down here, and I'm too tired to change the sheets. Let's use the spare room."

John restrained her, "No Deb, I want you here, in the same bed and on the same sheets where he had you."

"John, you really are quite sick. We don't want to roll around in that."

"Yes we do, come on Deb!"

"No, hold on, John. I'm going to need a shower ... I've still got Marty's cum in me and some on my legs. I'm a real mess."

"Deb, I want you just the way you are. Come on!" and John dragged his wife to the bed and pushed her onto it. She pulled the top sheet up to try to cover the sticky spots.

Deborah quickly shed her gown ... she was naked underneath. On her knees, she shuffled across to the side of the bed and began unbuckling her husband's belt, then she unzipped his fly and the trousers dropped to his ankles. His cock was standing straight out, tenting his boxers, but not quite the way that Martin had tented his underwear.

"Still horny, eh?" she asked him and he nodded an affirmative. "I thought you would have been wanking in the wardrobe."

"I did darling, more than once ... but my damn cock just won't stay down."

"I'll have to see about that," said Deborah as she started to unbutton his shirt. She leaned forward and kissed his nipples as they appeared, then her mouth worked its way down past his navel, her tongue licking his skin on the way down. She grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulled them out and over his erection, letting his last article of clothing drop.

"Deb, all night I've waited for this moment, to feel my cock inside you. I'm sorry, but the foreplay is going to have to wait. I want you now." He pushed her back onto the bed and moved onto the bed, kneeling alongside her. His hand went straight to her mound while his head moved to cover her breast and his lips wrapped around a nipple.

John clumsily pushed her thighs apart and two of his fingers plunged forward into her cunt, drawing a sudden cry of pain from his wife. Startled, John withdrew the fingers and stopped sucking on her nipple. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"John, I'm so sorry. It's just that ... it's just that I'm so sore down there. It feels like I'm red raw inside. Is there any blood on your fingers?"

John quickly examined his fingers, but there was only a thin film of her juices and something whitish, he realised that it was her juices mixed with a trace of Martin's cum. "No, it's clear," he told her.

"Oh God, when you touched me in there John ... it felt like the tissue was so sc****d that it seemed to be torn and shredded. John, it hurt so much! It must be that Martin was so big and he was in there for so long tonight, that he's sc****d the walls something shocking. I'm sorry, I know how much you want it, but I can't do this!"

Deborah saw the look of complete disappointment on John's face. He had endured four hours of watching her give and take everything that Martin could deliver from his magnificent weapon. It had stirred John's arousal to the limit and he badly needed her loving to release him from the voyeuristic torture he had just endured.

"What can we do?" John asked her.

"Not much I'm afraid," Deborah answered. "There's no way I could withstand that pain while you get your rocks off, no matter how quick you might be. I'm so sorry, John!"

His arousal demanded that he had to have her now, but his conscience and his love for her told him to back off ... so he did. John fell back onto the bed beside her and stared straight up at the ceiling.

"I could do you with my hand ... Marty seemed to like it the other night," she offered.

"I've been doing that in the wardrobe."

"Not with my hand, you haven't! John, you know I'd do anything for you." Her face came up close to his and her hand went down to touch his cock. "I know how bad you want it right now."

"Deb, I'm sorry, but your hand is not going to do it for me."

There was a long silence between them. Deborah was fighting the guilt again. She had just come through four hours of exquisite pleasure and she knew she owed her husband for the experience he had persuaded her to enjoy.

Her face came closer, she kissed him on the lips, then her mouth was gone. He felt her moving down the bed. Suddenly, he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock, followed by a swipe of her tongue on the sensitive underside. His cock jerked in response.

"Then maybe this will do it for you," was all she said before her mouth engulfed his cockhead and her tongue and lips joined in a slurping and sucking routine.

"Ohhh yes!" he shouted aloud, stunned that she had taken him into her mouth. For four years, she had denied him this pleasure. She had told him often that she had never been able to do it for any man. Earlier tonight, he had watched her go close when she took Martin's knob into her mouth, but she would go no further. Now, she had John's cock in her mouth ... what would she do with it next?

His hands came down to touch her hair, they massaged her scalp as her mouth and tongue became more active. His hands took a hold of her head, keeping her there but not wanting to scare her by gripping her head too hard.

Then came John's next surprise. The woman who hadn't ever been able to take a man's cock into her mouth, had a hold of the base of his cock with one hand while her other hand guided it deeper into her mouth. It slid across her tongue, her mouth stretched wide to accept him. The knob reached the back of her throat and she gagged briefly, but didn't remove him. She just held him deep inside her mouth and her tongue began sliding along his length, slurping greedily.

Deborah seemed to be becoming accustomed to the feel of him in her mouth, adjusting to the size of him, testing her gag reaction. After two or three minutes lying still in her mouth, the guiding hand pushed him slightly further in. She was working the back of her throat, opening the way to get his whole six inches embedded in her oral cavity.

John let out a long sigh, his hands at the back of her head just holding it steady. He wanted – but wasn't game – to move his cock around. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Two or three more minutes went by, then suddenly she drew back her mouth and he began to slip out. He stiffened his hands at her head, trying to hold her mouth onto his cock.

Then, with only the top of his knob still held between her moist lips, to his utter delight, she started to slide her mouth back over his length again. Her lips went almost to his balls before she withdrew again. And so her first true act of fellatio on a man was bestowed on her cuckolded husband. Her rhythm increased. John was impressed, she was good at it, all tongue and lips, particularly on the underside and all too soon he felt his cock tensing, preparing for release.

John tried to think of a bunch of non-sexual things, attempting to nullify the stirring sensations that her lips and tongue were applying to his hard cock. He muttered a moan and Deborah sensed that his time was close. That meant decision time for her. She had overcome her first hurdle, getting the full length of her man's cock into her mouth and throat.

'Can I accept his cum to squirt in my mouth and can I manage to swallow it all down my throat?' Deborah knew there were now only seconds to decide this burning question. Her sucking mouth and licking tongue had so expertly aroused him that despite his earlier multi masturbation, John was on the brink again.

Chivalrously, John elected to warn his wife. "Deb, I'm going to come ... just a few more strokes will do it." He expected her to pull her mouth straight back off his cock, but to his amazement, his wife intensified her movements and the length of him that she would accept into her mouth. She resumed trying to get her lips right down to the base of his stalk. "Deb, any second now," he screamed to her, giving her one final chance to escape having his cum in her throat.

She seemed not to care about his warnings, just intensified her effort to bring him off. It only took two more thrusts by him deep into her mouth, hitting her palate with his cock head and he felt the pleasure surge through his organ. She felt the warm creamy liquid spurting at the back of her throat. She couldn't help gagging, but she managed to quickly overcome it in time to feel the second spurt, pouring enough cum into her throat that she had to swallow. She gulped it down as the third spurt launched from his cock to splash the back of her throat.

"So good ... so good!" he was muttering, almost incoherently as his cock pulsed and sprayed its contents deep into Deborah's sucking throat. Slowly, she pulled her mouth back off his shaft, his cock slipped from the grip of her lips with a pop. She pressed forward again to lay a sweet kiss on his organ, her tongue wiping up the last strands of his cum.

"Where did all that come from?" asked John of his wife. "You've never wanted to do that before."

"I haven't told you, but I have been curious about trying it for some time now. I was just waiting for the right moment. When I became so sore, I felt so bad for you. I knew I had to do something really special to make it up to you. After all, you let me have one of the most amazing nights of my life. I'm never going to forget that."

"Was it amazing in how good Marty's big cock made you feel?"

"No John ... it was an amazing night because of lots of things. Sure, having a cock that huge banging away inside me was a great experience. But that was only one thing. It was coming so many times, what did you say, was it five?"

John nodded. "Yep, five times!"

"And I'll tell you what else. Knowing that you were inside that wardrobe watching every move was a mind-blowing experience. It was such a turn-on! But then, there were also a few times when I actually forgot you were there."

"Would you do it again, Deb?"

There was the question that she was afraid would come. "I don't know, John. I honestly don't know right now. Do you mean with Martin ... or are you suggesting someone else?"

"Nothing really, I don't have anyone in mind. I just wanted to know how much you enjoyed it ... whether it was so good that you would want to try it again. I don't think I'd mind. I did handle it okay, didn't I? I mean, I wasn't really jealous."

"You were fantastic, John. I couldn't have done it if the position was reversed. I couldn't have sat there in the dark and watch you screw one of my closest friends. I'd have been mortified."

"Deb, I do like talking about it, and I want to talk heaps more about every little thing that I saw. But it's getting very late and I'm starting to drift off after you sucked me dry. Can we continue this in the morning?"

"Yes, sure honey. Good night!"

They spooned together in the bed and both were so exhausted from the night that they were asleep in no time.

Chapter 8

John and Deborah slept late after such an exhausting night. Around midday, John was gently eased awake by the feel of a soft feminine hand stroking his rising cock. As his eyes opened slowly, he was fascinated to watch his newly liberated woman lying with her head resting across his thighs, facing up his body and dreamily staring at his enlarged cock while her hand lovingly fondled it. She seemed not to be aware that his eyes were open now.

For a minute or two, he just watched her and the love that he thought he could see in her eyes. Eventually, as his cock had risen to a full erect state again, he spoke to her.

"What are we going to do today?" It sounded like he was asking if they should clean the house, go shopping or have a picnic, but he knew that she would read the question as "What are we going to do sexually today?"

"Good morning," she said brightly, breaking from her dreamy reverie and giving him a broad smile. "I thought we'd just go on and see how many times you can come."

He smiled at her and at how right he had been. Since the first incident between his friend and his wife only three nights ago, John and Deborah had seemed to be living their lives in a constant state of arousal.

"I have had a good eight hours sleep. Just maybe my body has replenished its cum supply. I certainly hope so!"

Her fingers formed an 'o', continuing to trace up and down his erect shaft. "So do I, John!" With that, she lifted her head and brought it forward, her moist lips parting and her tongue laving over his cock head in a wet sweep. John gasped out loud.

"John," she stopped licking and her voice got his attention, his eyes opening again. "I woke up a few times through the night and morning. I guess I was still a bit too excited to sleep. I was thinking about the last few days, about how our sex life has just spun right around."

"What sort of things did you think about?"

"Oh heaps John. About you and I and why we are doing this, letting someone else into our bed. But not so much in a bad way, because it seems to have made us so much closer ... and more intense in our loving and our desires. I find that I just want you all the time."

"That's a good thing, darling."

"I know that, I'm not complaining. And I just want you to know that while having Martin involved was all your idea, I hope that you're still happy with that decision, because I wasn't aware how good it would be."

John frowned at her.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, John. It's not that I will now want him all the time. It's just that I never realised that having a third party involved could spark our old twosome into something electric. I guess that I was pretty naïve about sex, and all. You know, I just did what I felt comfortable with and you've tried to get me to open up a bit. But it was hard."

"If you're talking about the finale last night, Deb, then believe me, you have really opened up. You became the world's greatest cock-sucker at your first attempt."

She smiled at his appreciation. "See, that in itself was truly amazing. I had always thought that it would be dirty to have a man's cock in my mouth. You know, after all, that's where you guys pee from. But not only that, then to have to swallow the sperm really put me off. But somehow, the events of the past few days have freed me from all my inhibitions."

"That's great, Deb," he told her as she shuffled her body up the bed, bringing her face alongside his and giving him a sweet kiss.

"John," she said, pausing for effect to make sure she had his full attention. "I've decided to break one more of my sexual taboos."

"Really?" said John, now keenly interested. "What is that?"

"Well, I've been up for a couple of hours actually. I thought I'd let you sleep. I had a shower to wash off all the remnants of that long night. I also had a bit of a feel in there..."
"You mean in your cunt?"

"Yes, in there, John."

"Still can't say cunt, can you, Deb?"

"No, it's a woman thing, John. I just don't like some words."

"They're only words, Deb!"

"Okay ... in my cunt, okay. Are you happy now?"

"Very, Deb!"

"Anyway, I had a feel inside my cunt, and I am still so sore. That really was a workout I got from Martin's big cock. I mightn't be able to have you in there for a few more days."

John frowned again. She raised her hand to smooth out his brow.

"So, I had an idea, John."

He could see a mischievous glint in her eyes and she grinned at him.

"That's right, you were just saying you'd decided to break another sexual taboo."

"Yes ... can you guess what it is?"

"I don't know. I might have an idea, but you tell me, Deb."

"My arse John, you've told me before that you'd like to stick it in my arse. Do you still want to do that?"

John's face broke into a huge smile. "More than ever, Deb. More than ever!"

"I think I'm ready, John. Mainly because I'm so upset that I can't have you inside me the normal way..."

"You mean in your cunt?"

"Yes John, in my cunt. I'd like for us to be doing that all weekend, but I'm just too sore. So I decided that the time has come. I guess it will feel pretty good for you and it might just make up for not putting it in my cunt. Will it hurt me, John?"

"I believe that it does hurt a bit ... at first, Deb. But mates I know who have talked about doing it, reckon that it gets better for the woman after a little while."

"John, I don't really want it to hurt, but I do want to do this especially for you, so be patient with me, won't you?"

"Haven't I always been, Deb?"

"Yes ... yes, you have, John. Would you like to know what made me even consider doing this?"

"No, Deb. No idea!"

"On Wednesday night, when you had me on the kitchen table, you stuck your finger in my bum. It felt so good, John. I was really amazed, but it just felt good. I even think it helped me come. And then, Martin stuck his finger in there too last night, and that was good too, so I started to come around to taking the next step. I know that your cock is going to be a lot bigger than a finger, but I'm ready to give it a go."

"It was actually his thumb, Deb. Martin stuck his whole thumb up your arse. You did look like you enjoyed it, you were wriggling around on it."

"So what do we do, John? Do you want to do it now?"

"I'd love to, Deb. I know this is going to surprise you, but I'm actually going to ask you to wait."

"Wait ... why? I'm ready now, I might change my mind if I wait for a bit."

"Deb, you've never had a cock in your arse before. It is a fair bit bigger than a finger or a thumb. I have something that might help open you up a bit. I bought it in a Sex Shop a couple of years ago, when I first suggested you doing this. But I stored it away when you were so negative about trying it."

"What is it ... show me?"

"Hold on, just stay there, I'll get the package. I've got some KY Jelly too, that will help as well."

John rolled off the bed, leaving Deb lying there on her side. He went to the wardrobe and searched around on a high shelf. He pulled out a brown paper package and returned to the bed, opening the bag and spilling its contents on the bed.

Deborah watched with fascination as John produced a butt plug from among an assortment of sex toys. "What are you going to do with that?"

"We'll put this in your arse now, with the help of the KY. Then, we'll go downstairs and have some lunch. You keep the plug up your arse for an hour or two, and it should loosen up the muscles, stretch your sphincter a bit. That will make it so much easier for me to get my cock up inside your arse. We can come back to bed and try it after we have some lunch ... okay?"

"Will I be able to walk with that thing in there?"

"Yeah, I've read stories about it. It just sort of locks in place with this narrow bit."

"And the rest of that thing is up inside me?"

"Yeah ... sure is!"

"Alright ... what do I do?"

"Just tuck your knees up under you and stick your arse in the air."

She did as he directed. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that's great, Deb. Now, I'll just put some KY everywhere."

John picked up the tube of KY Jelly and poured it over the cone of the butt plug, liberally wiping it all over with his fingers. Then he moved around behind Deborah on the bed and poured some more from the tube right on her puckered anal ring, the access between her cheeks easy with her knees spread well apart on the bed. His fingers slipped around and around her ring, spreading the KY, and then his middle finger put pressure on the opening and gently pushed inside her.

Deborah winced, but held her position on the bed as she felt John's finger carry the cold KY into her hot rectal passage. The finger slipped back out momentarily, then covered with more KY, it pushed back past the sphincter and spread the slippery jelly all around the tight sides inside her arse. She actually sighed this time.

When John figured that he had her sufficiently lubricated, he picked up the butt plug and just tested the rounded point at her puckered opening. He watched her muscles tense on contact and her ring tightened. "Relax baby, I'm going to take my time, so just relax everything back here."

Instead of pulling it away, he slid it up and down between the cheeks of her arse several times. When he thought she might be ready, he slowed down the slide as the plug approached her ring. Right at the opening, he tipped the plug from lengthways along her arse cleavage to pointing directly at her tiny hole and applied pressure.

"Aaahhhh," Deborah moaned as John gently pushed the plug unrelentingly into her anus, stopping only when he had about a half-inch imbedded in her. "Oh shit, it hurts!"

"You know it will at first, I've just got to get your sphincter used to the size. Hang in there, Deb, the pain should ease in about a minute."

She was drawing quick breaths, kind of hyperventilating. When John heard her breathing settling, he gently pushed a bit more into her.

Again, a gasp, "aaahhhh!" and he paused with about half the plug inside. Once more, the quick breaths for about a minute, then she settled.

"Now Deb, this is the thickest part. I don't want you tensing, you just need to relax all your muscles. I've got to get the wide part in, then it comes back to a narrow neck which is thinner than what you've got in you right now. So just relax everything, it'll only hurt for a moment."

She took a deep breath. "Okay, I can do it, go for it!"

With that assurance from Deborah, John took hold of the flattened flange at the base and pushed the butt plug firmly into her rectum.

"Aaaahhh, Jesus!" she yelled, but held her position on the bed. The sharp stab of pain as the thickest part of the plug passed through her sphincter was replaced quickly by only a mild discomfort as the butt plug now rested tightly packed up her arse, the flattened base hard against her cheeks.

"All done, Deb. You were great! That's the worst part over!"

"I've still got to get your cock in me later, that won't have a narrow part like this plug."

"Yes, but by then, your arse will have adjusted to having something up it. You'll be stretched a bit wider."

"I hope you're right," she told him as she slowly straightened out her knees and dropped her body flat on her stomach, wincing with a bit of pain again as her move from bent-over to straight caused the plug to wriggle around inside her.

John got up off the bed and held his hand out for Deborah to come with him. Carefully, she eased herself across to the edge of the bed and stood up. She could certainly feel the intrusion in her rectal passage, but whilst it felt very full, it wasn't altogether unpleasant. She took some tentative steps, following John as he headed downstairs.

She knew that she was walking funny, but she didn't yet have the confidence to take full strides, fearful the plug might fall out, or worse, it could move and do some internal damage to her. She went into the kitchen and made them both a sandwich. When she bent over to get things out of the refrigerator, the feeling of the plug intruding up her arse was more pronounced.

They took the sandwiches and a couple of drinks out by the pool. Fortunately, trees kept the area secluded from neighbours, because neither wore a stitch of clothing. The hardest part yet for Deborah was when she went to sit down. As her bottom pressed onto the seat, the plug pushed deeper up inside her arse and she gasped. John looked across at her and winked slyly.

John had a swim after lunch, but Deborah preferred to sit it out, just she and her butt plug. Around 2.30pm, John suggested that the two of them go back up to their bedroom. The time had come, Deborah was about to lose her anal virginity. She smiled to John, took his hand and went willingly.

In their bedroom, he had her kneel again on the bed while he grabbed the tube of KY Jelly and smothered his cock with the lubricant. Then he threw the tube aside and moved onto the bed behind her, slipping his knees between hers, forcing her to spread her knees even further apart. He leaned forward and planted several loving kisses on each butt cheek.

"Ready?" John asked.

"I think so," she affirmed and John took a hold of the flat base of the butt plug and tugged at it. It failed to move with his first tug, but then he twisted it around within her tight hole and she moaned. Gripping it more firmly, he pulled hard and slowly it began to withdraw from out of her body. He tugged the thickest part through her sphincter and she let out an audible "aaaahhhhhhh!". John pulled on it quite quickly to ease her discomfort and within seconds, it popped free from the grip of her sphincter with a little pop.

John watched the plug spring free and saw her anus spread wide open, although it was already beginning to shrink even as he watched. Without hesitation, he thrust his lower body forward, connecting the tip of his engorged cock with her puckered hole. He placed his round knob right up at her rear opening that had by now shrunk to half the width of his cock.

She felt his fleshy knob rest momentarily at her anal entrance, then John unceremoniously pushed forward firmly, locking his cock head into her anus in one strong thrust.

"Uuummmmppphh!" she screamed and her body tensed, trying subconsciously to repel the intruder. John grabbed a hold of her hips and held her firmly in place, just in case she changed her mind.

"Relax babe ... I told you before ... just relax every muscle and it will only hurt for a minute."

She moaned a little, not sounding very convinced. Undaunted, John shoved hard again and his cock managed to lodge a further inch up her rectal passageway.

"Jesus ... that hurts!"

"Hang in there, darling. Not much more," he lied, looking down at her exposed arse to see still four inches of his rigid shaft yet to be buried inside her.

"Just hold it, please, just a minute." She half turned her head around, trying to look at him. "I do want to do it honey, but please give me a couple of minutes." She paused to draw a couple of deep breaths. "Just at the moment, it hurts like hell!"

"Okay!" he agreed and they stayed stock still, with two inches of his hard cock wedged firmly up her anus. There was no risk that he would stay hard, the visual delight presented to him as he gazed down at her arse, watching her puckered hole engulfed by his organ, had him at peak arousal.

About three minutes passed. With no movement, Deborah's pain had subsided and she was left with an overpowering feeling of fullness up her arse and just a dull ache from the stretched sphincter. "Do you want to try a bit more?" she asked.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Okay, I'll be right. Just do it, honey."

Given the green light by his wife, his hands gripped her hips more firmly and he thrust his pelvis forward again. This time, his cock travelled through her prolonged scream as he buried two more inches up her arse. Pausing only for a moment, John decided to bring the process of getting up inside her to a swift conclusion, ending the agonising step-by-step stages and he shoved his cock hard one more time.

His cock drove home, his tightening balls banging against her cunt lips as his entire length was embedded up her anal passage, surrounded and gripped warmly by the lining of the inside of her arse.

"It's in babe! I'm right up there!"

"Thank God for that," she sighed and relaxed her muscles, knowing the invasion was complete.

John looked down at her stretched arse, her bent over position pulling her cheeks wide apart. He could only see his pubic hair mashed against her arse, his hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her tightest hole. Grasping her hips firmly, he pulled back his own hips and watched fascinated as more and more of his shaft appeared from her gripping anal ring. All the time, his wife whimpered from the new feelings within her body.

The physical sensation on his cock was incredible. He had never had it in something quite so tight before. He watched as he managed to get all but the head of it out. He leaned over and grabbed the KY Jelly and squirted some more on his exposed shaft. Then, holding her hips tightly again, he began to push his cock back into her rectum. Deborah gave a little shriek as she realised it was coming back in.

"Just relax, darling. It should get better soon!"

"God, I hope so," she muttered as she felt the pain from him re-entering her.

All the way in to the hilt again and his lower body was pressed firmly against the cheeks of her arse. Only a pause, then another withdrawal almost all the way out, until he just held his knob inside her, keeping her anal ring stretched tight around it. Then, pushing deep within her again. Another little shriek from Deborah, but not as high pitched as the extra KY on his shaft eased his movements inside her.

John picked up a rhythm, pushing hard into her, then easing back out, watching the whole scenario, the sight of it adding sensory sensations to the enormous physical sensations he was feeling through his cock.

Deborah was no longer shrieking on each entry, it had now become a soft grunt from the force of his cock plowing through her passage. Her pain had subsided and she was left with an incredible feeling of fullness and perhaps just a slight discomfort from something being forced into her rectum when normally it would be coming the other way.

John picked up the pace and Deborah could tell from his breathing that he wouldn't take long now. Her body having adjusted, she was getting into the new sensations and she wanted him to know that it didn't worry her if it went on longer.

"It's feeling better, honey," she managed to say between grunts. "You don't have to rush it!"

"Feels fuckin' great!" he told her with feeling and his hand reached around her body to find her clit.

"Ummmm!" she sighed as his fingers began massaging her little bud, all of this while his cock never missed a beat, slamming its way deep into her rectum.

His fingers swirling around her clitoris was just what she needed. She responded by shoving her hips back eagerly to meet his hard thrusts against her arse. But John didn't need the extra stimulus on his cock and he groaned, telling her how close he was now.

"Give it to me, John," she called back to him. "Give it up now, come up my arse! Come on!"

That would do it. John was on an overload of erotic sensations. His wife urging him to finish inside her ... the sensational feeling of thrusting into such a tight channel ... and being able to so closely watch his shaft disappearing into her stretched anal ring only to appear again, over and over. Seeing as well as feeling the intense sensations was pushing him to an early finish.

Knowing he would only be able to manage a few more strokes, John intensified the swirling of his fingers around Deborah's clit, the fingers swooping down to test her sore cunt and she gasped.

He felt his balls tighten up, he knew that this was it. His cum was on its way. He put everything into the next stroke, shoving so hard up her arse that he nearly knocked her forward off her knees. Deborah stiffened her arms to hold herself up and shoved back at him. Then, one final thrust and he was there.

His cock erupted deep inside her rectum, spraying her insides with a blast of his cum. This time there would be no withdrawal, he looked down her back to her arse and could see none of his shaft as he held his cock hard up inside her. At the base of his belly, his pubic hair was mashed against the spread of her white arse cheeks. His cock throbbed again and they both felt another splash of his cum deposited inside her.

His fingers had never stopped their work on her clit, even as his climax hit and his eruptions of cum started. To the surprise of both of them, her lower body suddenly spasmed into her release. She cried out with intense pleasure as all the discomfort and fullness of his intrusion into her arse was overshadowed by the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm, spreading out from her clit and washing throughout her body.

Her abdominal muscles spasmed around his spurting cock, accentuating the incredible feelings as he continued to pump his cum deep inside her arse. With her release, her arms buckled and her head and shoulders fell forward on the bed, but her husband kept a hold of both hips, keeping her arse raised, locked in sexual excess.

John lay over her back, his deflating cock still wedged tightly up her arse. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Deborah decided that she liked the closeness of this experimental new sexual position that she had just given exclusively to her husband. She felt it brought her back closer to John after she had given herself so brazenly to Martin last night.

As John's cock began to shrink inside her arse, he raised his upper body up to again look down on her spread arse cheeks, watching closely as he began to ease his now half-hard cock out of his wife's arse. As the head came back through her sphincter with a little pop, John watched the still gaping hole of her anal ring leaking his whitish fluid. Then, as he continued to study her arse closely, he watched her anus slowly shrinking back to its tiny rosebud state.

He let go of her hips and she sagged down to lay flat on the bed. She turned her body on its side and looked up at him, "So how was my arse, John? Did you like your first time in there?"

"Fuckin' great!" was all he could answer as he dropped down to lay alongside her, his right hand coming around to lay across her hip.

To be continued ...