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You really need to read Part 1 to appreciate how this story unfolds. But in summary, devastated by the sudden death of his wife, Martin's life unravels. His best friend John sends his wife Deborah around with dinner and willing hands to bring some relief to Martin. While Deborah feels guilty for masturbating Martin, the revelation is a huge turn-on for John and their sex life is rejuvenated. But John now wants to push his wife's relationship with Martin to a new level…

Chapter 4

When John walked in the door at 5.30, Deborah still hadn't reached a decision and she told him so immediately.

"That's okay, Deb. You don't have to make up your mind until Martin arrives."

"But won't you have to tell him that you're going out if I decide to do it?"

"No, I've already told him."

"What? But I didn't agree yet."

"Doesn't matter. I called him today, told him that I was sorry but a meeting had come up, but I insisted that he should still come over."

"What did he say?"

"Said he'd still love to come. Said something about how he'd rather see you than me anyway."

"But what if I say no now?"

"No problem. If you decide that you really don't want to do it, I'll just tell him when he gets here that the meeting got cancelled. The three of us will just have a normal night together. I'm not putting any pressure on you, Deb. You have to want to do it too. I'll just tell you that I'd very much like this to happen and I have no doubts about it. I think it will be a great turn-on for us. But it's your call. I'm going to run your bath for you now, then I'm going to lay out two complete outfits for you on the bed, right down to underwear and all. I bought a little dress for you today."

"Really, how did you know my size?"

"I checked the labels on some of your other clothes, I think it will fit, although there's not a lot of it."

Deborah looked across at the lounge and saw the box for the first time. She started toward it.

"No Deb, not yet. You can't see it until after your bath. I'll leave the two outfits on the bed. The new one is to turn Martin on if I go out. The older outfit is just something I've grabbed from your wardrobe and is to wear if I stay home and the three of us have dinner together. It's pretty demure. I don't want you to tell me your decision … I will know when I see what outfit you're wearing, and I don't want you to come downstairs until after Martin gets here."

"You really have thought this out, haven't you?"

John nodded, then stepped forward, took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. As he held her close, she could feel that he already had a major erection. 'Will that influence my decision?' she thought.

"I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'm leaving one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in the shadows."

Her doubts returned as she listened to his planning. This seemed to her like very deviant behaviour, and she would be so embarrassed if Martin caught him watching them. Deborah decided that she would have to use her time while soaking in the bath to think it all through again.

Deborah poured herself a stiff drink and began preparing dinner while John ran her a hot bath. When it was ready, he called down to her from the top of the stairs. "Deb, your bath is ready. I'll come down and take over cooking the dinner, okay?"

It was nearly 6pm by the time Deborah stripped off and lowered her excellent trim body into the steaming bath. 'Time to reflect and anticipate,' she told herself as her mind rattled through all of the possible consequences of what John had planned for her. She couldn't be more undecided.

The water lapped at her neck as she soaked in the deep bath and inevitably as her thoughts rummaged through the sexual potential of this evening, her hands wandered down over body and her thighs parted slightly. The fingers on one hand separated the folds of her cunt lips while the other hand took the soap deep down into the water and lathered it lightly against her budding clitoris.

Deborah emitted whimpering sighs of satisfaction as her hand holding the soap worked up a rhythm against her clit. Her pelvis began to buck and it took all of her restraint to call a halt to the activity. 'If I go ahead with this, I want to be keenly aroused, not drowsy from an earlier climax,' she told herself as the reason for stopping. 'Of course, if I don't go ahead with it and the three of us sit around all evening, I'll be disappointed that I didn't take the chance to get off when I had it.'

So now, Deborah just contented herself in the steaming hot bath, alone with her confused thoughts … erotic thoughts, much of which centred on an image of Martin's enormous erection. She could see it clearly despite her closed eyes.

She had nearly drifted off to sleep when she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. 'Damn, he must be early,' she thought as she checked the clock on the vanity table … 6.45pm. 'I'll have to get out now,' she realised as she gave her body a quick soap to be sparkling clean, spending extra time on and around her mound and in the cleavage of her arse.

She rose and stood drying herself as the bath water drained from the tub. She checked her body out in the vanity mirror. 'Not too bad,' she thought as she admired the fact that she curved generously in all the right places. 36-inch bust, with perfectly shaped breasts that arced into a peak at her turgid nipples, already somewhat aroused by the hot water or her own caresses. The underside curved perfectly down from the nipples, sitting pert.

She carried no fat on her narrow waist. From there, her body flared out to her hips. In front, her pubic region displayed just a light thatch of sparse hair, neatly trimmed to follow the line of her slit. She turned her body halfway around, trying to check out her arse and smiled to herself, content that it would pass any male inspection, no matter how up close and personal. She seemed to have become more aware of her arse as a sexual attraction, particularly after John's finger had intruded beyond her anal ring two nights ago.

Her body was now dry and Deborah moved to the vanity, picking up the bottle of perfume. She tipped a little on her finger and lifted one leg onto the stool, dabbing the scent from her finger on the stretch of skin on both sides of her outer lips. She applied a touch more in the region between her breasts and reached behind her and wiped a smidgen between the cheeks of her arse. The aroma was light and wouldn't overpower the recipient.

That done, Deborah moved to the bed she shared with John and saw that he truly had laid out two completely separate outfits for her. 'Decision time,' she thought. 'What will it be? I still have no idea which way to go!'

She surveyed the choices John had picked out. The new outfit stood out, mainly because it was red, and indeed there wasn't much of it. The top was a halter design with a thin strip of the bright red material going around the back of the neck. It was completely backless to the waist. The front wasn't much better with the two sections of material barely wider than her breasts, intended to cover them, but only if she stood or sat completely upright. Otherwise, any forward movement of her upper body would expose most of her breasts from either side.

Indeed, not just from the sides because in the front, the gap between the two strands of material was in the form of a vee, dipping almost to her waist before joining up. The material was a very silky satin and holding it up in front of her body, Deborah decided that it would stop at least 4 inches above her knees.

Partnering the new dress was a black garter belt and sheer black stockings with a red G-string thong. 'Not much of that either,' she thought. 'Obviously, no bra to be worn with this outfit.'

She turned her attention to the alternate outfit and the contrast couldn't have been greater. Knee-length, a deep blue dress with long sleeves and no gaps to reveal any form of cleavage. Alongside that, John had left one of her standard bras and a pair of cotton waist high panties and a pair of pantiehose. On the bed between the two outfits was a handwritten note that read 'No Substitutes'.

The exceptionally revealing nature of the new red outfit that John had picked out today almost made her decision for her. 'I don't want to flaunt myself in front of Martin, I'd rather be subtle about it. I don't want to look like a tart. Still, I'll take the time to try each one on before I make my final decision.'

Standing there totally nude, Deborah was startled by the bedroom door opening. She looked up, surprised. "Sorry darling, it's only me, just making sure you're okay. Err … Martin's here, you would never know him after the way he's looked the last few weeks … the way you would have seen him on Wednesday night. You have obviously done wonders for him. He's had a haircut, clean-shaven, new suit. Deb, he looks a million bucks. Will you be long?"

"No, I'm on my way now, John."

He leaned forward and gave his wife a tender kiss on the lips, whispering to her, "I love you," then paused to give her an affectionate smile. John lingered for a moment longer, his eyes roaming, admiring her naked body, then he retreated and closed the door without another word.

Deborah never even tried on the blue outfit, those few words from her husband about how well Martin looked, and the loving look in John's eyes had made up her mind on a decision that she had agonised with all day.

She wrapped the thin black garter belt around herself and attached the hooks, straightening it for the suspenders to hang limply down each thigh, front and back. Then she sat to draw the sheer black nylon stockings up high and attached them to the suspenders. She stepped into the new red thong and drew it up her long legs, pulling the band up tight until the thin strand disappeared into the crack of her arse, the material at the front barely covering her pubic mound.

Deborah slipped the red dress on and fiddled with the material, trying to spread the two sections wide enough to cover her breasts without embarrassment. She watched herself in the mirror as she made all sorts of manoeuvres with her body to see how much could be seen when she leaned forward. 'Damn, it reveals everything,' she said to herself. 'My tits will be totally on show if I bend forward.'

She slipped on some high heel shoes and checked herself out in the mirror. 'Not half bad,' she thought. 'I think that I might carry it off. I feel that I look more sexy than tarty, and that's a good thing.'

Deborah was ready and she drained the last of the drink she had started an hour earlier and stepped out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs, remembering to walk quite upright to stretch the dress material so it displayed her breast contour in the best light.

She looked down the steps and saw that the two men were standing at the foot of the stairs. John had positioned himself so that for now, only he could see Deborah, Martin had his back to the stairs. When John saw that his wife had chosen the sexy new red dress, his face lit up and he felt his erect cock jerk with anticipation.

Martin saw his friend's face spread into a huge grin and he turned to see what had sparked his interest. Looking up, he caught sight of Deborah coming down the stairs, she was a vision in red. He was startled, he had never seen her looking quite so glamorous. Each step she took, her leg pushed the silky dress forward and he saw a flash of thigh. He too felt a surge in his pants as his cock reacted to the vision approaching.

"Deb, you look truly amazing," said Martin as he stepped forward and took Deborah's hand as she reached the last step. "I love the dress, you look a million bucks in that."

"Thank you Martin, it's good to see you again," she said, remembering to keep her frame upright. 'No free peeps too early in the night,' she thought.

John moved to the other side of Deborah and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You do look really special tonight, I am sure that Martin will appreciate you dressing up for dinner."

"Well honey, when you told me that he had shaved and cleaned up and was wearing a suit, I figured that I had to dress up too." Turning again to Martin, she added, "You do look handsome again, Martin. I was so distressed to see how you looked the other night."

"I owe it all to you, Deb. Your words and your warmth inspired me. I had to get myself right because you told me to."

"Thank you," responded Deborah with a warm smile and her other hand raised up to softly touch Martin's cheek.

"I'll leave you two for a minute, I've just got to check the dinner," said John as he departed for the kitchen.

Martin still held Deborah's hand and together they strolled into the living room. It felt odd to Deborah, but she didn't try to withdraw it until she reached the liquor cabinet. "Excuse me while I get myself a drink. Martin, can I get you another of whatever that is?"

"Just a Perrier thanks Deb," said Martin and Deborah looked at him, surprised.

"Perrier water, what's with you?" she asked as she poured herself Vodka straight up.

"I'm cleaning up my act, Deb. You will never realise what a powerful effect you had on me on Wednesday night."

"Oh, Wednesday night again! Martin, can we not talk about that, I'm just a bit embarrassed about what I did."

"Don't be," said Martin, moving closer than Deborah would have liked with John next door in the kitchen. "You were fabulous, in more ways than one. As well as making me feel tremendous, you know, inside … your words made me realise that I had to pull myself together. So I went out yesterday, had a haircut and a shave, bought this new suit, and I feel a lot better for it."

"That's great, Martin. I'm pleased that I could help you."

She walked over to the lounge chairs and perched on an arm, not wanting to slump into one and have the dress separate in front. Martin followed, again standing very close to her.

"So John tells me he has a meeting to go to, looks like we're going to be alone, just the two of us."

Deborah felt just a bit uneasy. Martin was in her space and John was so close by in the kitchen. "Guess we'll have to play Scrabble … you know, to pass the time," she said wickedly.

"What?" Martin looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, sorry, you're joking."

She gave him a cheeky wink and was relieved when John appeared in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of them sat down at the dining table and John began carving the roast. Deborah jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates.

It was an enjoyable meal, the food that John had cooked was good, the wine flowed, but Deborah noticed that Martin drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. She drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. John was as always the expert conversationalist, keeping the talk flowing throughout.

When they had all finished, John pushed back his chair and announced, "I'm going to have to get a move on if I'm to make this meeting. Martin, I am sorry again that I have to leave you when you are here as my guest. But my very beautiful better half is going to do her best to entertain you tonight. I don't know what she has in mind, but I am certain that you will enjoy yourself."

Deborah blushed the same colour as her dress as Martin responded. "Just looking at her in that dress is entertainment for me. John, what time do you think you'll be home?"

"Definitely not before midnight!" said John quite pointedly.

"That's great," said Martin enthusiastically before adding "I mean, we will miss you, but maybe we three can have a nightcap when you get in."

"Yes, I would like that very much," said John. "Excuse me, I must get ready. I'll pop in and say goodnight before I leave."

Deborah again felt a bit awkward with just the two of them in the dining room together. She rose from her chair and moved around the table to collect Martin's plate. That put her alongside his chair and as she bent forward to pick up the plate, he could glimpse her full left breast side on in profile, barely contained by the silky material. Only the tip of her breast and the already erect nipple was obscured.

Deborah tried to bring her left arm forward to block his view, but he pushed it behind them and his head came forward to the side of her body and he planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin of the side of her breast. She jumped, surprised. Then she felt his hand touching the back of one knee and quickly sliding up the back of her thigh.

"Don't Martin, please." Deborah tried to pull away, but his hand was firm, holding onto the back of one leg under her dress, just above the stocking top.

"Deb, I want you so badly. I can't tell you what happened to me when I saw you dressed like that. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and here you are, you've been under my nose the whole time. I never knew."

"Martin, John's still in the house, he could come back any minute."

"It's okay, Deb. I'll bet he knows what's going to happen in this house tonight."

"What do you mean he knows?" Deborah looked at him, alarmed.

"You, dressing like that and him having to go out for the night. And me having told him how horny I've been lately. He'd have to know that I'd make a move on you when you look a living, breathing sex goddess. I guess he's okay about it or he wouldn't go out and leave us."

Deborah was relieved. For a minute, she wondered if Martin knew all about John's plan, but his answer didn't seem to indicate it. She hadn't moved from the spot, standing alongside the seated Martin, although she probably could have. His hand moved up, lifting the back of her dress with it, and gently passed across the bare cheeks of her arse and he again kissed the side of her breast, this time lingeringly.

Unbeknown to the pair, John had not gone upstairs to get ready to go out. He simply went out the dining room door, stepped deeper into the shadows of the hallway and watched his wife and his best friend. He didn't have to wait long as Deborah began to clear the plates away.

John watched, aroused, as Martin slipped his hand up under the back of Deborah's dress and now he could see that the hand was obviously on her arse. John couldn't see the hand, but he could see the dress bulging around that hand as it fondled his wife's arse. It turned John on to see Martin's soft kiss on the rounded side of Deborah's breast through the big gap that the dress provided.

Deborah's head kept turning nervously toward the doorway as Martin's hand fondled her arse cheeks under her dress and his lips sucked on the smooth rounded side of her breast. "No panties, I like that!" his voice mumbled against the soft skin of her breast.

"I'm wearing a thong," she whispered back and she felt his finger delve in between her arse cheeks to confirm the thin band of lace that barely covered her anus. While the lacy material prevented his finger from actually touching her sensitive anal ring, she felt the skin of his finger rubbing against the inner cheeks of her arse and her whole body shivered.

John coughed from the darkened hallway and Martin just got his hand away from Deborah's arse before John re-entered the dining room. "Well, I'll be off, be good you two."

Deborah pulled away from the table and turned to greet John, but her face revealed her guilt. "Have a nice time, John. Hope the meeting's not too boring," she told her husband.

"Yes John, hope it goes well, " said Martin, adding "What time did you say you'd be back?"

"Not before midnight … at the earliest," replied John. "If you're still here, we'll have a drink. Meanwhile, keep Deb entertained. What do you two think you might do?" teased John.

"I think I might put a movie on," volunteered Deborah, trying to sound innocent. "After we have some dessert."

"That sounds good," said Martin, but not very convincingly.

John leaned forward and gave his wife quite a passionate open-mouthed kiss with just a bit of tongue. Martin said nothing, just watched approvingly. When the kiss broke, John slapped his hand into Mike's, gave it a very firm shake and headed for his front door.

Deborah followed him and John gave her another quick kiss at the door. Martin had stayed seated at the table, so John's mouth lingered beside Deborah's ear after the kiss. "Give me at least 20 minutes before you start anything. It will take me that long to drive down the block and park the car, double back and come up the ladder. I've got it propped by our bedroom window. And don't let him do anything down here, save it all for our bedroom, okay?"

"Okay!" she agreed, "but I'm so nervous."

"You'll be great, I know you'll enjoy it and I will too. Just be yourself, do whatever you want and remember that I love you dearly." The next moment, her husband was gone.

She closed and locked the front door, turned and leaned back against the closed door. 'I cannot believe what I am about to do … and with my husband watching. What on earth has happened to our marriage?'

Deborah walked back into the dining room and Martin had left the table. He was nowhere to be seen. She cleared the plates and carried them to the kitchen. A moment later, he reappeared, coming from the living room at the front of the house. "I was just checking out the window, making sure that John has really gone. After Wednesday night, this all seems too good to be true."

Martin stepped straight up to Deborah, who was standing at the sink still scr****g dishes. He wrapped his arms around her.

She quickly slipped out of his grasp and took two steps back. "I think that I need to spell out some ground rules here. Martin, don't go jumping to any conclusions, and certainly don't just assume because we're here alone that sex is happening here tonight."

Martin was stunned, he had assumed all of that, and more. He reached for her again, but she took another step back and held her hand up toward his chest. "Martin, I felt very sorry for you on Wednesday night, for all you'd been through since losing Mandy. I never intended for any of that to happen when I brought dinner over. You got me at a very weak moment and I was very disturbed by how you looked and by what you had been through."

"I'm sorry Deb, I guess that I just picked up on a few signs tonight and thought that we would continue where we left off on Wednesday. Like John inviting me over, then telling me that he's got to go to a meeting for 5 hours or more, then you appearing as a vision in that come-and-take-me dress … and then watching you putting drinks away like you're building up some courage to take a big step."

"Martin, I can see how all of that might look the way you think. I'm just trying to say to you … something could well happen between us tonight, but I am extremely nervous and very unsure of what I want. Can I just give you some advice … there is more chance of it happening if you are more like you were on Wednesday night. I really don't like the super confident Martin, putting his hands all over me and that smirk on your face that says I'm going to fuck my friend's wife."

He backed up a few steps and leaned against the kitchen table, the same table that had held Deborah while John drove his cock into her two nights ago. "Sorry Deb, I get your message … loud and clear."

"Thanks Martin," she said as she walked past him to retrieve some more dishes from the dining room. She gave him a light peck on the cheek as she walked past but he resisted the urge to touch her.

Martin stayed where he was in the kitchen as Deborah completely cleared the dining room table, quickly washed up a few items, then turned, drying her hands. It was only ten minutes since John had left. 'Too soon to go upstairs,' she thought. 'But at least my little speech gave me some time for John to get into position. At the speed things were happening, Martin would have had me upstairs in 2 minutes.'

"Let's sit in the front room, I think I need just one more drink" she told Martin and he moved to follow her, enjoying watching the natural sway of her arse as she moved into the living room and sat herself down in a single chair. He poured her a fresh glass of wine and handed it to her before sitting in the single chair opposite her. His gaze lingered on the amount of leg showing.

"You're not having one," she asked as she sipped her wine.

"No, I think I've given it too much of a nudge lately," he told her.

"So is that the only reason you're not drinking, that you've cleaned up your act?"

"Well to be truthful, alcohol doesn't agree with male arousal," he told her with a slight smile, but still nervous about her reaction after her rebuff in the kitchen.

"I thought that may be the real reason. Thank you, I respect your honesty, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

"Did I tell you how much I enjoyed what you did for me on Wednesday night?"

"You did, but I feel better talking about it now that John's gone. You can tell me some more. Did you have a haircut and a shave and buy a new suit just because your best friend's wife took your large penis in her hand and tugged on it until you came?"

Martin was confused, this beautiful woman's mixed signals were keeping him off balance. "Not just because you tugged on it, Deb. I loved the way you licked it too. Would you do that again for me?"

"I could, if that's what you really wanted."

"I also loved the way that you were turned on by touching my cock. I saw the reaction in your face when you touched yourself."

Deborah blushed. "You weren't supposed to see me doing that."

"I'm glad I did, it revealed some of your sexuality, you keep it hidden, you know. Tell me Deb, did you like touching my cock?"

She closed her eyes, picturing it and nodded with a slight smile. "I know it's very unfair of me to make comparisons and I really don't know if I would like one as thick as yours. But your penis is awesome, I have never seen one like it before."

"You can call it a cock, you know?"

"Would you prefer I call your large penis a big cock, would you Martin?" she said, kicking her high heels off and tucking both legs up under her. The movement caused her thighs to part and his eyes strained to see more of her in the darkness under her skimpy dress. "Are you looking for something, Martin?"

"Yes Deb, I want to see more of you," he said as he rose from his chair.

Deborah could see the tenting of his pants now, caused by that large erection that she had held and played with just two nights ago. "Don't rush Martin, there's plenty of time. I want to finish my glass of wine and then we'll see what happens," she said, her hand coming up again as a stop signal.

He stayed still, right where he had risen from the chair.

"It seems like that was a good move … I mean, you not having a drink," she said, staring at and nodding toward his tented trousers.

"Yes, it feels particularly big tonight, it's even a bit uncomfortable, Deb," he told her as his hand dropped and pulled at his trousers, trying to adjust the position of his cock in the cramped pants.

"Is it caught up in your underpants, Martin?"

"Yes!" he said almost in a whisper.

"Do you want to free it Martin? I don't mind if you want to give it some air. Its not like I haven't seen it before, is it?"

"No, its not, Deb! Err … if you don't mind, I will get it out," he said as he fumbled with his zipper, lowering it and reaching in with one hand and gently pulling out his erect cock, carefully avoiding the metal edges of the zip.

The couple were just six feet apart. With Deborah still sitting and Martin standing, she was almost at eye level with the bulge in his trousers. Deborah's eyes widened as she saw his proud thick erection, standing straight out from his body, his fingers lightly wrapped around its base. All of the memories of seeing it and touching it for the first time on Wednesday came flooding back to her and she smiled broadly.

She stood up and paused where she stood, just a little unsteady on her feet, her eyes looking up and away from his cock to lock onto his eyes. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and sipped, her eyes never leaving his. Then her free hand slowly dropped to the front hem of her dress and grasped a portion from in front of her right leg. Holding that, her hand took it across and clutched more of her hem from in front of her left leg, then ever so slowly, she raised the bottom of her dress.

He wanted to maintain their eye-lock, but he had to look down. Her hand lifted the dress toward the tops of her thighs, revealing for the first time to his intense gaze, the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the suspenders that held them in position and stretched up under the dress. Her hand kept rising and at last he could see the tiny red g-string that barely covered her mound. Her wrist now held the bunched material from the front of her dress against her trim belly, freeing up two of her fingers that delved into the top of the g-string and began foraging around behind the material.

Deborah rummaged her fingers around under her G-string and then withdrew them. Her other hand again brought the glass to her lips and she gulped down the last of the wine. She placed the glass down and stepped toward him, closing the gap between them and held out the hand that she had just pulled from out of her g-string, placing her fingers right under his nose. "I recall that you liked doing this the other night."

Martin inhaled the musky aroma from her cunt and again parted his lips. This time, it was she who shoved her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them vigorously, tasting the juices of her cunt. "Martin, I need to tell you something very important. I have at last made up my mind, I know what I want and I'm sure I know what you want, and I think they are similar. Will you come with me now."

Martin never said a word, just took her hand from his mouth and held it as she led the way, a step ahead of him. As he climbed the stairs two steps behind her, he watched the lithe and subtle movement of her arse cheeks covered by her flimsy red dress and he reached down to stroke his still exposed organ. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"I'm taking you to my bed, I saw what I need and I want it now!" she said, squeezing his hand, the only physical contact between them.

Chapter 5

John had been in position for several minutes, he had been wondering what was taking them so long, desperately hoping that they hadn't started downstairs out of his sight. He had placed a comfortable chair inside the walk-in wardrobe and left the sliding door slightly ajar. He had a large bottle of water from which to drink and an equally large empty bottle in case he needed to take a piss before the show was over.

As his wife led his best friend into their bedroom, John eased further back into the shadows, fearful that he might be seen. But by this time Martin had only one thing on his mind. John had left off the overhead light and he had strategically placed the two bedside lamps so that they softly lit the Queen sized bed. He had turned the sheets down. From his vantage point, the foot of the bed was closest to him, just four feet from the wardrobe door.

Deborah led Martin right up to the side of the bed and then turned, the backs of her legs against the bed. John liked the way she led him in, like she was in charge. When he had left them downstairs, it had looked like Martin was the one full of confidence and ready to jump on her. John wondered how his wife had turned the situation around, he made a mental note to ask her when they were in bed together in about six hours, reviewing the night.

Martin stepped up close to Deborah, but not touching her. Watching them in profile, John could see that Martin already had his extended cock out and was disappointed that he had missed the unveiling. But he realised that his wife had already seen it on Wednesday night so its size would not have surprised her.

Deborah placed both hands up on Martin's shoulders and her hands wrapped around behind his neck, pulling his face toward her. She turned her head slightly and their lips locked, his tongue immediately brushing her closed lips and forcing her to part them. Martin's tongue claimed her mouth and brushed her tongue on all sides before she pushed her own back to engage him. From his hiding place behind the wardrobe door, John heard her whimper.

Now Martin's arms went around Deborah's waist and pulled her into him, his erection flattening between their bodies awkwardly. John had had a partial erection for the past hour. But seeing for the first time his scantily clad, loving wife engaged in a passionate embrace with his best friend beside their marriage bed, triggered an instant surge of blood and his cock sprang to attention. John was forced to reach down and unzip, quietly releasing his own trapped organ.

Meanwhile, moans and groans of ecstasy had begun to come from the couple by the bed and Martin's hands dropped to hold an arse cheek in each, pulling her belly tightly against his groin and his large protrusion. One of her hands roamed across his head, tousling his hair, holding his head to hers while their lips locked in an open-mouthed tongue wrestle. Her other hand dropped to wrap around his arse, trying to pull him closer to her.

Martin's hands now dropped to the back hem of her skimpy dress and dragged it up over the back of her thighs, It was now John's chance to see the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the attached suspenders. Pulling her skirt even higher, Martin's hands unknowingly revealed to John the perfectly shaped curve of her arse in profile. From this side-on angle, John wouldn't even know if she still wore the G-string … he couldn't see the thin strand of material wedged deep between her arse cheeks.

The hands tugged the dress up into a bunch at her waist and while one hand held it there, his other hand dropped down and made a feather-like sweep across both cheeks, sending a thrilling shiver through Deborah's whole body. Up above, the passionate kiss had moved to Deborah's neck and she was moaning non-stop as Martin's lips licked and sucked all over both sides of her neck. 'I'm going to have love bites, I haven't had love bites for years,' thought Deborah.

The hand Deborah had on Martin's head pulled on his hair, tugging him back from her neck so that she could see his face as she spoke to him. "Would you like me to wank you again, Martin? Is that why you've come into my bedroom?"

Both Martin and John were aghast. Martin pulled back his head to stare into Deborah's eyes. Neither man could believe that she was talking, asking questions. A moment ago, she appeared to be lost in the throes of passion.

"I want us to move to the next stage, Deb."

"You better tell me what that is, Martin. What's the next stage? I'll bet that involves your big cock in some way?"

John couldn't believe she was asking Martin to talk about what he was going to do to her. It was amazing and something he hadn't heard her do before. Maybe she had added this new element because she knew her husband was watching her. Whatever it was, John liked it and it caused him to drop his hand to his own erect cock and start stroking himself.

Martin was answering Deborah. "I want my big cock inside you, Deb. I know you've never had anything this big in you before, but I'm sure that you want it too."

She stared back at him without answering, just looking at his eyes, his nose, his parted mouth and a straight line of white teeth. Suddenly, her own mouth came forward and seized his neck between her lips, sucking and licking and biting as he had been doing to her.

Then she pulled back again and said to him, "Yes, I want that Martin … I want to feel that big cock of yours pushing into me, opening me up like I've never been opened before. But I need you to promise me that you'll do it slowly, Martin, real slowly. I don't want that big thing of yours to hurt me. Can you do that, Martin? Can you hold back enough to do it to me slowly? Or can't you wait? Will you have to have me in a hurry? What's going to happen, Martin?"

John loved this new side of his wife … she was teasing Martin with her words. Teasing him too!

Deborah's breathy voice and her words were driving Martin crazy. His mouth found hers again and he silenced her seductive words, driving his tongue into her mouth to clash with hers as their bodies ground together. Suddenly, he broke from the kiss and he pushed her so that she fell back onto the bed, her knees at the edge so that her feet were still planted on the floor. Her dress was still caught up under her, the full length of her thighs in the sexy black stockings exposed.

His hands went straight to her hips and grasped the G-string, snatching it down over her thighs, pulling the thin band of the thong from the clamp of her arse cheeks, exposing her mound to him, the light wispy pubic hair lightly covering her delicate slit. He pushed the skimpy garment down to her ankles and dragged it from her feet. Then he pushed her legs well apart as he kneeled at the side of the bed.

His face came forward and to Deborah's surprise, his tongue stretched out and licked her feminine slit, its tip forcing her outer labia lips to part. "Ohhh!" she gasped as she felt his warm tongue and his hot breath on her exposed mound and her hands again darted to the back of his head to control his movements.

Martin pushed his tongue up between her labia lips, bottom to top, in a series of sensitive stokes that stirred up intense feelings within Deborah's body. "Yes … ohhh … yes Martin … right there!" she urged as her body shuffled around under his probing tongue that was touching all the right places. Her breathing quickened. 'My God, he hasn't even reached my clit yet,' she thought to herself as she pushed her mound up into his face, trying to get that magical tongue to connect with her budding clitoris.

"Ohhh!" she screamed out loud, startling John in his hiding place. She uttered another "ohhhh!" and John knew that Martin must have got that tongue of his on Deborah's clit. They were side-on to John as Martin's face was buried in Deborah's mound. John could also watch in profile as Martin knelt by the bed, that massive thick erection bobbing around in mid air, an erection that was shortly destined to stretch John's wife's cunt deeper and wider than it had ever been stretched.

Martin could not believe how quickly Deborah had responded to his lapping tongue. She appeared to already be in the throes of a looming orgasm as her rapid breathing laboured and her body heaved under his face on the edge of the bed. 'Here she comes!' thought Martin as the telltale signs of her quickened gasps of breath forecast a thundering release.

Deborah's hands now gripped his head tightly behind the ears and pulled his face hard against her mound as the shuddering spasms started from deep within her body and a raging orgasm completely took over, blocking out all other thoughts. Her ravaged body bounced on the bed and Martin stilled his tongue against her spread cunt lips to allow her to draw the most from this pounding release.

From his spot in the darkened wardrobe, John had already lost it and his fist pounded his erection, striving to release his own pent-up tension as he watched his friend giving his wife the ultimate sexual satisfaction.

It was nearly two minutes before Deborah's breathing steadied and the spasms in her abdomen stopped. At last, her eyes opened. She looked up at Martin through slitted lids and her face broke into a smile. He had by now pulled away from her intimate treasure spot and, still kneeling by the bed, his face hovered above her waist. His eyes admiring her perfect breasts and her lovely face beyond, he smiled back at her. "Like that?" he asked.

"Loved it!" she replied warmly. "Where did you learn to do that with your tongue? That was the best ever," she told him eagerly before remembering that John was watching and listening. She wished that she could take those words back.

"I must admit that Mandy taught me everything I know. She was a non-stop sexual being, could never get enough."

"Yes, from what she told me over the years, I had that impression."

"Did she ever talk about me?"

"Well, I guess she did. Because she liked to tell me about sex, and what she did and how she had experimented over the years. I guess that some of the things that John and I have done we learnt from things that Mandy told me."

"That's good! So nothing I want to do with you will upset you then."

"I didn't say that. We didn't try everything she suggested. Some things she told me put me off."

"Okay, well just tell me if anything I do upsets you, okay?"

"It's a deal! My God, I can't believe how good I feel after that. But you didn't come, so I guess that big moment is near."

"What big moment … me coming?"

"No silly, that big moment when you try to get that big cock of yours into me. I have to admit that I'm very nervous about that. Is it going to hurt? Have you ever done it to a woman and she couldn't take it in and you had to give up?"

"No, never! Deb, I'll be very patient with you. I'll make sure that you're very wet and I'll go so very slowly, just a bit at a time until you're ready to go on. We can do this together."

"That sounds wonderful, Martin. I don't think that we have to worry about wet, I feel so soaked down there," she said, slipping her fingers down through her exposed cunt and then offering them up again for his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked in her taste and aroma and she giggled.

Martin rose off his knees and as he stood by the bed, his massive cock again came into her view. "Ummmm!" she mouthed approvingly. "I hope I like having it inside me, I want it so badly."

He took her hands and pulled her up to a standing position beside the bed and she ducked her head down when she saw that he wanted to lift the circle of cloth of her dress from around her neck. He did so, dropping it to her waist, baring her whole upper body and bringing her perfectly proportioned breasts before his eyes. "Beautiful!" was all he said to her before his head bent forward and he took one engorged nipple between his lips and sucked.

He switched between each nipple, sucking and licking and lightly grazing them with his teeth. Her body was again experiencing wonderful sensations and she completely forgot about her husband watching from across the room. She had come so quickly that John had not been able to cum in time while watching her release, so he had slowed it down and now just idly stroked his own cock while he watched every passionate move of Deborah and Martin.

Deborah's hands wrapped around Martin's head, holding him in turn at each breast as he suckled and kissed her twin orbs. Her legs were unsteady and she leant back against the edge of the bed for support. Martin sensed she might be uncomfortable so he paused long enough for Deborah to lay back down back in the centre of the bed. Then his lips and tongue went after her breasts again, arousing her in preparation for their ultimate coupling.

As he knelt beside her, administering to her breasts, one of her hands strayed along his body and grasped his erection. Martin moaned at her touch and shuffled on his knees to give her greater access to him. She fondled his cock, using her fingers to test its rigidity and again she marvelled at its girth. Her other hand came across her body and cupped his balls, gently massaging them.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes, he devoted his complete attention to her perfectly shaped breasts … Deborah constantly whimpered in appreciation as her body succumbed to his seduction. When at last he stopped, her nipples were in a highly engorged and very sensitive state.

While Martin moved his whole body over to straddle Deborah, her hands never left his cock and balls. His mouth moved to her neck and cheeks, resuming the kissing, nipping her with gentle love bites on both sides. 'I am going to have a mass of bruises there,' thought Deborah as she took her hand off his cock to move it to the back of his head and hold him firmly to her neck while his mouth attacked her.

Martin moved his right leg between Deborah's legs as a signal for her to part them. She was a willing participant, quickly spreading both legs wide to receive him. His left leg promptly followed into the gap between hers and her hand that was still fondling his balls slid up to position his thick cock at her moist and spread labia lips.

Martin's mouth moved up to hers for more intimate kissing. Passionate and open-mouthed, tongue on tongue … first his tongue inside her mouth, then hers followed back into his. Sensations that flowed from the heat of their tongues inflamed their loins, creating the juices needed to make their coupling work.

Martin's hand dropped down between their bodies and she felt him correctly positioning his huge knob right at the exact opening to her cunt. It was a natural reaction for her body to tense when she felt the extraordinary width of him as he nudged his cock forward. He reluctantly backed off.

She broke their kiss. "I'm sorry, Martin, I couldn't help that. My body just tensed of its own accord. I do want you! Please, I'll try to relax and you try again." To verify her desire, she lifted both of her legs and wrapped them around his, locking her ankles behind his calves, the move spreading her cunt wide open for him.

John was excited at the sight of Martin about to insert his pile driver of a cock into his wife and his fist on his own cock sped up. This time, he wanted to be ready to come with them both.

Deborah worked at relaxing her abdominal muscles, moving her hands down to grasp her lover's arse cheeks. As she felt the giant knob again nudging forward, attempting to force open the entrance to her cunt, she pulled hard on his body with both hands.

Her loud grunt signalled to John that Martin must have successfully pushed the rigid knob of his cock into Deborah's cunt. Her hands moved up from his arse and they fluttered across his back as her cunt adjusted to the size of the tool trying to gain entry up inside her body.

"Okay?" asked Martin with concern, his head up, his eyes staring into hers. Her eyes locked with his momentarily and she silently nodded her approval before closing her eyes and clamping her thighs tighter around his legs as a further sign of acceptance of what he was doing to her. "Ready for more?" he checked.

Without opening her eyes, she whispered, "I think so!"

With that, Martin eased back slightly then pushed again into the wet velvety tissue that made up the lining of her tight hot cunt. He got maybe another inch inside her before she uttered a moaning "Unnnnhhhh!"

He paused, watching her face for a reaction, a signal that she might be ready to take some more of him. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. She was embarrassed and her hand lifted up to cover his eyes … he laughed.

"What's up?" she said.

"I can't watch you now."

"I don't want you to."

"But it is such a turn-on for me to watch your face, to see the reactions there as I take your body. It helps me to know when to push and when to stop."

She took her hand away and smiled up at him. "Alright, if you must. But I can't look at you. I'm so embarrassed that I'm making this simple everyday thing such a slow and tedious task. Please forgive me, Martin."

"There's nothing to forgive, Deb. I understand that you've never had a cock like mine before. I know that you're nervous. I don't care how long it takes, I will do anything to finally be inside your body."

"Thank you!" she whispered. "I think I'm okay now, just go for it. Go on, I'm being stupid, just put it all in. Please!"

Martin drew back a fraction, then pushed hard yet again and this time, he gained about two inches, a move that drew out her agonising "Ahhhh!"

Afraid of having hurt her, he paused again, but she called out to him, "Don't stop now. Do it, do it!"

Another slight draw back and he shoved his thick cock in deeper, aided by her hands again pulling on his arse. She tried to stifle her little scream, "Ohhh!" but it came out loud in his ear.

He paused, Martin now had about five inches of his seven wedged up inside her cunt. She had never felt so stuffed full before. "Is there much more to fit in?" she asked him as her hand slipped between their bodies to check how much of his cock was still outside her.

Her eyes flew open. "Oh my God, that much. Where on earth are you going to put that? I feel so full, there can't be any room left inside me."

"Yes there is," he said, and not giving her time to debate it, Martin gave one more lunge and he buried the final two inches deep in her cunt, his tip nudging her uterus.

"Ahhhh!" This was her longest verbal explosion reacting to the sensations she was feeling. "Oh God, I hope that's all!"

"You've done well, Deb … you've got it all now!" He rained kisses across her face. "I'm proud of you, you took it well. Just take your time, there's no hurry. I'll wait until you're ready."

"Oh shit, I don't know how you're going to move that thing around in there, there's no space left for anything. I just feel so jammed up," she breathlessly gasped out to him.

Martin was as good as his word, he gave Deborah a couple of minutes. But then, without any warning, he began to withdraw his gargantuan weapon, sliding it out through the tender lining of her gripping cunt. When only the head of his cock was still held tightly by the lips of her cunt, he stopped and then began reversing the procedure, shoving it back into her. She screamed out, then grabbed his head and pulled it down to passionately kiss him, signalling her acceptance no matter how painful it may be.

Martin knew now that he must establish a rhythm. Her body would adjust, even though she would find the first few strokes quite painful as the soft tissue of her sopping cunt accepted this new widening of her passage. Martin knew this from his previous experiences with women who were very tight and he knew that Deborah would soon learn to cope.

She did! After about six solid driving strokes into her, each of which elicited savage grunts from her, Deborah felt the pain and discomfort from his girth easing. She was now able to use the backs of her heels against the backs of his legs to urge him in on each downward stroke. Her breathing quickened and her screaming grunts had become passion-filled moans.

Never missing a beat, he lifted his head to look down at her. "You okay now?" he asked with concern.

"Loving it!" she gasped between breaths as his cock pounded deeply into her cunt. "How long can you go on doing this?"

"Forever, I hope!" he said with a smile that seemed especially for her.

"That's okay with me. Just remember, we have to finish by midnight."

"That's a big ask."

She giggled cheekily and again pulled his head down to engage him in a passionate lips and tongue lock. Through all of the talking and then the kissing, Martin maintained his driving rhythm. Soon Deborah pulled away from the kiss as she felt the early signs of a release emerging. "Oh God, who'd have believed?" she said as she recognised the signs.

"What?" he asked, but he figured he knew the answer.

"I think I'm going to come," she told him, her breaths now coming in loud gasps. "It was so hard to get it in … I never thought I would."

"Sshhh, don't talk, just enjoy it."

Her voice raised to a higher pitch. "I will!" she gasped and thrust her pelvis back at him, trying to lock in the feelings that were about to overpower her body.

In the wardrobe, John could hear the words and he knew the signs too, having heard her orgasmic releases so many times before. He pumped furiously at his cock, trying to reach his finish with her. Deborah screamed out her ecstasy and John had to stuff the fingers of his free hand into his mouth to stop from calling out too as he spewed out his cum all over the back of the wardrobe door.

Meanwhile, Martin had eased the pace of his strokes slightly while the woman beneath him exploded through her orgasm. However, he maintained the rhythm and concentrated hard, trying to control his own finish that he knew would not be far away.

On and on they went, the rhythm steady but the pace increasing. Every thrusting stroke of Martin's thick cock deeply travelling the widened length of Deborah's tight cunt. Martin felt the telltale signs as his body readied itself, the cum preparing to leave his balls. Knowing it was inevitable, he composed himself to try to prolong the last few lunges into this gorgeous woman who lay surging beneath him, participating enthusiastically in their fornication.

From hearing the change in his breathing pattern, Deborah sensed that he must be close and looked forward eagerly to receiving his spasming release, tightening her arms and legs around his firm body to encourage him on. But to her amazement, she felt the signs again within herself. Not believing it was possible, but not wanting to miss anything in this carnal experience, she thrust her lower body back harder at Martin, locking her lips and tongue with his again.

Martin felt himself on the verge of coming, he knew he had maybe two or three strokes left. He made them count, pulling out as far as he dared, just holding his knob inside her and then driving himself to her furthest depth. Here it is, make the last stroke linger. This was the stroke he would end on, he pushed it harder inside her and wedged himself tight up inside, waiting momentarily for the cum that was now shooting through his shaft and could not be stopped.

Deborah thought there was no room left inside her for anything but his meaty shaft, but still, she felt his cum hit deep down inside, his creamy life-creating liquid. But she felt something else too. Seconds after Martin's massive cock delivered its first spurt of cum into her body, Deborah's body erupted with another exquisite orgasm of her own. She could no longer recognise his spasms because her own were dominating her body again.

On and on they went, the two bodies jerking their spasming releases in unison, the ultimate finish to John's creative pairing. John loved it too, he had already come, but watching his wife and his friend finish their intense sexual act brought some stiffness back into his organ. He reached down for his water bottle, his mouth was very dry.

On the bed, it was many minutes before there was any movement. The pair's joint climaxes had slowly stilled and they lay locked together, neither wanting to separate their bodies. Martin had deposited a vast creamy deposit into Deborah and some of it trailed out of her as he withdrew his cock and lifted the weight of his body up off her, looking down between their bodies to watch his cock slide out of her tight cunt.

He rolled them both onto their sides, facing each other, his sticky cock, still semi-hard pressed up near her navel. She didn't mind the wet mess it was leaving on her stomach, they would clean off together shortly. For now, she just wanted to hold and be held after a sexual experience she knew she would never forget.

At last, after a long time in which they just cuddled, Martin spoke. "Are you okay?"

"I feel amazing! That was one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had." Her face lit up, just as enthusiastic as her words as she placed loving kisses all over Martin's face, holding his head in her hands. "You are a fabulous lover!"

"You've got some pretty good moves yourself, Deb. Despite how uncomfortable it must have been early on, the way you moved your body, in fact the way you gave your whole body up to me. You really do appreciate good sex! You are some woman!"

"Thank you!"

Chapter 6

Some time had passed, maybe half an hour, in which Martin and Deborah lay on their sides, their limbs entwined, both of them drifting through a post-sex nap. In his cramped space, sitting in an upright chair in the wardrobe, John was getting bored with the lack of action. He wanted them to wake up and do it again.

John had felt a twinge of jealousy while he watched the first complete sexual coupling of his wife and his best friend - with her coming three times. More so when he heard the words she used to praise Martin's ability as a lover, yet he was still eager to see more.

He peered in the dark at his watch and was amazed to see it was now nearly 10pm. Then he heard and saw stirring on the bed. Martin had woken first and his hands were softly roaming across Deborah's back, eventually touching the soft skin of her arse, eliciting a sleepy moan from the woman who clamped her body tighter to Martin.

"Ummmm!" she sighed. "I could take a lot of this."

"That's good, 'cause I'm going to have some more to give you."

She pulled her head back and looked at him amazed. "Really?"

"Whenever you're ready to take it," he answered confidently.

"Doesn't feel like it," she said, slipping a hand between their bodies to check his firmness. "Oh, yuck, a bit messy there."

"Do you want to take a shower, get yourself cleaned up? That should help revive my cock."

"Okay!" she agreed eagerly and she rolled away, getting up off the bed. "But first, I've got to take a pee, I think I had too much wine. When I'm done doing that, will you come in for a shower together?"

"Naturally!" was all he said in reply and she scurried into the en suite bathroom off the bedroom, one hand darting between her legs to hold the fluids starting to slip from her under gravity.

'No, no!' John thought to himself. 'I won't be able to see you in there, don't have a shower.' But there was nothing he could do about it.

Deborah reappeared in the bathroom doorway and seductively leaned back with her hands behind her bum, thrusting her torso forward. "Are you coming in?" she asked and Martin didn't need to be asked twice. They disappeared together through the bathroom door and soon John heard the shower running.

Above the sound of the water, John could hear all sorts of sounds coming from his wife and friend. There were gasps and moans, a lot of giggling from Deborah and outright laughter from Martin, like he was being tickled.

There were just occasional words from Deborah who had tonight revealed herself to be a talkative lover: "Ooooh, that feels great!" Then there were more sighs and moans, mainly from Deborah, above the sound of the shower. "Look at you, who'd have believed. I thought you might have been finished for the night."

"You forgot that I was married to Amanda, an insatiable woman where sex was concerned," Martin told her.

John was pissed off that Deborah had suggested taking a shower, 'She would have known I couldn't see anything in there.' He dared to slide the wardrobe door open and stepped out. He silently eased his way across the bedroom to the bathroom door. Just as he reached it, he heard his wife's voice again.

"No … no Martin, not there, don't put it in there … please. I'm not ready for it there just yet!"

"It would be easier while its soapy," Martin told her.

John was desperate to see all of this. As John's head reached the partly open door of the bathroom, the shower was abruptly turned off. Alarmed that he would be caught, John turned and scurried back to the wardrobe, getting the door almost closed, leaving just a crack open to continue to see through. As he sat back in his chair, he was treated to the sight of his beautiful 28-year-old wife, completely naked, emerging from the bathroom. Her body looked to be still quite damp from the shower.

Walking close behind her was his 30-year-old friend Martin, a towel in his hand, still wiping it over Deborah's back. As the pair reached the side of the bed and came into the brighter light from the bedside lamps, John could see that Martin's cock was again rigid and standing straight out horizontally from his body, its thickness intact. At the edge of the bed, Deborah turned and threw her arms around Martin, pulling her body up against him, squeezing his erection upward between their bodies.

"Ummm!" was all Deborah needed to say before another long and passionate open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss began. Two sets of hands wandered over backs and arses, touching each other intimately wherever they could reach. When the couple eventually came up for air, Deborah ordered Martin: "You, on your back, on the bed."

"Yes, ma'am!" answered Martin respectfully. "I love a woman who knows what she wants."

John from within his hiding place couldn't believe that his shy demure wife was taking charge of this assignation with Martin.

Martin obediently got onto the bed, laying flat on his back in the middle, his enormous erection standing straight up, pointing directly at the ceiling. Deborah knelt alongside him, looking up and down the length of Martin's body. While looking down the bed to his feet, her eyes drifted up to the open crack of the wardrobe door and she winked. Only John could see it, but he loved her acknowledgment that she hadn't forgotten he was there and that she was doing this for him. John felt much happier and he took his cock in hand again, watching to see how his wife intended to entertain him.

Deborah bent forward, her side in profile to John. She was alongside Martin's cock and, with her tongue outstretched, her lips moved closer to the impressive cock standing upright in front of her. Her tongue stretched out and licked the tip, round and around. Martin's moan could be heard around the room. Then, her hair cascaded forward and surrounded his cock as she moved her head from side to side, trailing the flowing hair over his sensitive cock head. A longer moan from Martin and John began to pump his own cock again.

One hand came up and she pulled her hair back over behind her head and turned to face the foot of the bed. Her tongue ran up and down the length of the upper less-sensitive side of Martin's cock and her eyes stared straight into the dark crack of the wardrobe door and she kind of smiled at her hidden husband. John just pumped harder.

Then Deborah reversed her head, looking away from John and up toward Martin's head. She saw that he had propped his head up on a pillow so that he could look down his body at her. He smiled his acknowledgment when he felt her tongue now sliding up the length of his cock on the ultra sensitive underside, swirling around the top when she reached the head. The sensations were so intense for him that he had to close his eyes to savour the feelings and his body jerked upward, trying to push his cock into her mouth.

She did this same stroke up and down the length of his cock, each time ducking her head away as he thrust his hips upward, attempting to ensnare her open mouth for his cock head. His moaning was now constant.

After about three minutes of this teasing, Deborah suddenly opened up her mouth, stretching her lips as wide as possible and as Martin made another of his previous futile thrusts, she clam