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Ricks WIFE 6 (6 of 6)
Ladies, bring Peter with you and come stand in front of me,
William said.
We rose from the couch and moved together toward William. I
was stopped by the gentle, guiding hands. Silence for a moment or
two.
Will you all kindly move so that Linda is in the center of
the triad you form. Linda, take your panties off, and hand them to
your husband. Now, turn around, spread your legs a bit, bend at
the waist and place your hands on your ankles. There, thats fine.
Can you spread your feet apart a bit more? Good. And can you
comfortably maintain that position for a little while?,
I think so, Linda replied.
Peter, reach down with both your hands and spread your wifes
buttocks, please. Yes, just so. I do enjoy contemplating and
enjoying a woman in this position. It touches the sublimated
animal nature in a man, and is more primitive than face to face
coupling. The spiked heels, long sculpted legs rising to creamy
tight buttocks, the pink rosebud asshole, nearly hairless, topping
a small and luscious cunt. Ah, yes. The cunt. That alter of
adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long
history has been spilled as an offering to the cunt dreams and
obsessions of young boys? And even as grown men, having just
received the satisfaction of its sacrament, how often does the
lust, desire and even pain remind us that we LACK a cunt around our
prick, or at the end of our fingers or tongue, and that, by god,
its time to worship again?
Linda, you have a cunt of great beauty. If it could speak,
it would BEG to be penetrated. It would speak of probing fingers,
or of soft tongues. The small drop of honey just here…
Lindas entire body shivered. Oh, god…. she moaned.
…..entwined in the soft pubic hair rising above your
clitoris, speaks plainly enough to anyone willing to listen. It
tells me that you need, you want, you must have my cock, your
husbands cock, any cock inside of you. Would you like to milk my
cock with your cunt, dear Linda?
Yes, yes Id like that…
I know you would. Peter, give me your hand.
Holding Lindas left buttock apart with my left hand, I felt
William grasp my right hand by the wrist. He guided it down and
placed it into the cleft of my wifes open buttocks. Releasing my
wrist, he placed his hand on top of mine and moved both our hands
downward together, almost as one. As my middle finger moved along
the beginning of Lindas slit, his middle finger, resting atop
mine, suddenly pressed downward and both of our fingers penetrated
deep into Lindas vagina.
William spoke softly, close to my ear, but loud enough for all
to hear. To share your loving wife with another man, as you share
Linda with me, is very beautiful, Peter. It bespeaks a profound
understanding that the most wonderful, the most loving
manifestation of possession is to share. And to share,
unreservedly, what we love most teaches us the gracious lesson that
we can never really possess another human being, that all we can
ever do is to give, and give, and then give again. It is not a
trite lesson to learn that the more we cling to things, the more
they slip away, while the more we give things up, the more they
come to us.
As he spoke, our fingers probed Linda. Together, they moved
in and out, turned about, returned, then slowly left her lubricated
cunt.
I can see Linda is getting a bit uncomfortable. You can
stand up, dear. Peter, sit here on the couch, let me help you.
Now sit back and spread your legs. Linda, get down on your knees
in front of your husband and rest your arms on his thighs.
I felt Lindas cool hands slide along the tops of my thighs.
There was a moment or two of silence. Suddenly, I felt her hands
tighten and she dug her nails into my legs. There was a deep
exhalation of breath from her lips.
My cock is buried in your wife, Peter. Linda, you can use
your hands on your husband, but not your mouth. Right now, I want
to be the only one penetrating you in any way. Breigha, please
kneel behind me and caress my buttocks.
As Linda began to masturbate me, I felt the rhythmic rocking
motion, from Williams slow thrusting, being transmitted through
her. Every once in a while, Williams thrusts would be more
violent, and Linda would jerk forward. The only sound, besides
Lindas occasional moans and deep breathing, was the slap each
time his hips met my wifes buttocks.
Linda, let go of your husbands cock, lay your head on his
lap, and arch your back downward and your hips up. Much better.
Now take your right hand, place the middle finger in your husbands
mouth, and fuck him with it, exactly like Im fucking you. When I
go deep, go deep in his mouth. When I slow down and move it around
inside, I want you to mirror it with the same motion of your
finger. I want you to fuck your husband exactly as youre being
fucked.
Lindas long finger entered my mouth, then slowly withdrew.
Its tip circled about my lips, teasingly, then suddenly penetrated
as Linda jerked forward and breathed a low Mmmmmmm… It went
deep, to the back of my throat, sloooowwwwwly withdrew until just
the tip clung at the edge of my lips, then penetrated again to the
hilt. With her finger inserted to its full length, she began to
move the base in a large circle where my lips engulfed it. It
moved out just a bit, then began to fuck inward with the rhythmic
forward jerks of Lindas body. As Linda fucked my mouth and as
William fucked Linda, she began to mouth the raunchy obscenities I
knew foretold a coming orgasm.
Linda, as you cum with another mans cock buried in your
cunt, and as you fuck your husbands mouth, I want you to tell him
that you love him, that even though the little slit between your
legs, all your lovely body, has been given up and offered to me,
that your submission and gift is really to him.
Trying to catch her breath, between the now savage shagging of
her proffered bottom, Linda spoke to me.
Peter….darling….I do love you. Oh, god…. Hes fucking
me so hard..but… Ill always love you, Peter…. Ill always be
your wife…. this has all been for you, for us…. Oh, my
god… Peter, Im cuming….
Lindas orgasm was long and hard. She dropped both hands to
my waist and gripped me almost painfully. Her body shuddered and
thrust back against Williams pumping cock, clinging to it, trying
to engulf it, to open herself totally and to give up every inch of
the depth she had to offer, to pull his penis up into the core of
her belly.
Breathing heavily, her body slick with sweat and jerking with
post-orgasmic shivers, I held her head in my hands. My cock,
engorged with blood and heavy, lay beneath her heaving chest. I
felt William lean forward and gently kiss the top of her head, then
quietly disengage. There was silence for few moments.
Try to rise, Linda. We have the last chapter to write
together, the one you specifically requested. Breigha darling,
bring the cream, please.
I felt Linda rise unsteadily. There was movement to my left,
then Breigha knelt on the couch beside me. After a brief pause,
two cool hands, coated with soft cream, circled my cock. They
worked up the base to the tip, smearing the cream around every inch
of my hard-on. As the fingers worked, William talked.
As Breigha has her fun… please, lets not get too carried
away, dear, Peter doesnt look like he has a lot of self-control
left…. let me tell you what is happening, Peter. Im standing
behind your wife, my friend, my hands around her front and in her
crotch, playing with that sweet cunt I just fucked, my cock rubbing
up into the crack of her ass. Oooh, Linda, dear! I guess you
could say shes doing the rubbing, Peter! Anyway, her hands are
reaching around behind us and shes massaging my ass cheeks. Were
both watching Breighas handiwork and your commendable efforts to
keep from cumming. Tell me, Linda, how would you like to have a
seat on Peters creamy pole?
I think Id like that.
I think youd both like that. Lets accommodate your
husband. Please spread your legs a bit, Peter.
I felt Linda move between my legs as she placed both palms on
my knees.
Scoot forward a bit, Peter. There, thats good. Lower
yourself a little, Linda. Here, let me hold your ass cheeks open.
Breigha, kindly guide Peter.
As Breigha held my cock, Linda lowered her ass onto me. Anal
sex had been a turn on for me as long as I could remember, but
Linda had been sensitive there and seemed to enjoy it only rarely.
Accordingly, we indulged occasionally, but not as often as I would
have liked.
As the tip touched her, she stopped. Then, slowly, she let
her weight press down. Just at the point where I thought Breigha
must be mis-aiming, the head pushed through the tight ring of her
anus and entered smoothly. Linda inhaled sharply then let out a
throaty groan. Slowly, ever so slowly, she settled down and down,
down the length of my cock, taking every inch until I felt
Williams fingers, holding her buttocks, rest on my lap. As his
fingers pulled out from between us, she finally let her full weight
rest on me, and was now impaled totally.
A woman taking a large and erect cock fully in the ass is a
marvelous sight, Linda. Breigha and I would enjoy the view better,
though, if you would lean back against your husbands chest.
Thats better. Now put your feet up and on top of his knees.
William, spread your legs wider.
We did as asked. I could imagine the scene: my cock buried
in my wifes ass, leaning back, her legs spread and her feet
resting on my knees, her sex open and soaked above the stretched,
full anus. Williams voice suddenly came from near my ear, just
behind the couch.
Breigha, please kneel down in front of them and use your
tongue to good advantage. Peter, I want you and Linda to relax,
and enjoy my wifes attention. In the meantime, Im going to reach
down here over your shoulder, take your wifes hips, and move her
up and down your cock. Please let me do the work, Peter. I like
to think that I will be fucking your wife in the ass with your
cock. Its a good thing youre so petite, Linda. This might have
been interesting, otherwise.
As Breighas tongue swirled around my balls, the place where
Linda and I were joined, and my wifes cunt, I felt Williams arms
reach down over my shoulders from behind, and his hands grasp
Lindas hips. Slowly, the tight ring gripping my cock rose up to
the tip, hesitated, then descended. Linda gasped as she was once
again impaled on my probing penis.
It is the most incredible sensation to be fucked in the ass,
is it not, Linda? There is no other feeling of fullness and
penetration that approaches it. To submit to an ass-fuck is to be
truly opened, possessed and owned. Watching your husbands cock
slide up between your cute, dimpled ass cheeks is a sublime
picture, I can assure you. And to have others watch your
submission and penetration, to have strangers witness this offering
of the most intimate and private part of your body to a man and to
the phallus, is truly sweet and decadent, yes?
Yes, she whispered. Yes, it is.
Breigha suddenly probed with her finger at my ass, then slowly
insinuated it deep into my rectum, turned it around, then withdrew
it. Returning again, she began to fuck my ass with the full length
of her digit while continuing to tongue the underside of my
testicles. Meanwhile, William had begun to raise and lower Linda,
the ring of her stretched rectum sliding up to the tip and back to
the base, the movement regular and smooth. I could tell being man-
handled and lifted like a child by William was turning Linda on
even more. She moaned each time, at the top, as the tip nearly
pulled free, only to have her body lowered once again.
I lowered my hand and felt my balls, pushed three fingers into
Breighas mouth, moved up and felt my creamy cock and the juncture
where my wife and I were intimately joined, the almost obscenely
stretched ring of her anus, full now and easily accepting the fuck,
then moved up and plunged into her cunt, retreated and centered
finally on the little nib of her clitoris.
As I masturbated my wife the way I know she loves, I had a
sudden epiphany. I imagined that William was masturbating me,
using my wifes ass and body to jack me off. The thought passed
quickly and was obliterated by the pure pleasure of the many
sensations: Breighas slightly painful but very erotic probing of
my ass, her tongue on my full testicles, my wifes tight ass-hole
sliding almost magically up and down the full height of my rigid
pole, her warm breath and animal moans low in my ear, her fingers
in my hair. Sensing we were close, William had begun to raise and
lower Linda more quickly, nearly slamming her down on my lap,
fucking her in the ass with my cock.
As Lindas orgasm peaked, her body writhing in pleasure and
pushing her pelvic bone and clitoris hard against my frigging
fingers, her anus clenching and unclenching, I shot my semen into
her ass. I arched my back and rammed upwards as deeply as I could
into her ruined bottom. She screamed once, loudly, as every muscle
in her body tensed and shivered. As we both came, William reached
around from behind and gently, lovingly, cupped both our foreheads
in his warm hands. Breigha had knelt up and was stroking Lindas
belly and breasts, occasionally planting light kisses on the
insides of my thighs.
It was in this way that time stood still, or so it seemed.
The last few waves of orgasm so slowly dissipated that I do not
remember when I finally realized that it was over, what may have
been many minutes or hours later, and came awake as if from a
dream. I do not remember the demarcation between orgasm and no
more orgasm. I only remember the four of us frozen like that for
what seemed like hours, dreamily stroking and being stroked,
neither Linda nor I attempting to remove my semi-erect cock from
her rectum, and both of us running our hands up and down our sweaty
bodies, kissing like teenagers, feeling the dreamy touch of
strangers everywhere.
Just barely, I remember William and Breigha dressing, hugging
us, saying their final goodbyes, and the blindfold being removed.
I remember, in the hazy red glow of nearly dead embers, seeing my
wife for the first time in hours, her hair akimbo, face flushed and
anxious, full of life and love and wanting everything to be
alright. We slept what was left of that night on the living-room
floor, arms and legs entwined within a soft comforter, wrapped
around us like a womb.
Saturday, I rose before Linda, showered and began to make her
favorite breakfast of sourdough pancakes. I squeezed some fresh
orange juice, and sliced a few avocados that we would dip in the
cream cheese I was softening.
I heard the shower begin running and knew Linda had risen.
She soon shuffled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at the
little feast I had prepared, and sat her pretty little behind at
the dinette. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she wore
my red bathrobe tucked around her like a large tent.
It rises, it moves, it appears hungry…. Dare I feed it?
It gets fed, or it inserts an avocado pit in your left
nostril, she said grinning.
Oooooooh. Scary.
I produced the sourdough flapjacks with a flourish, then
grabbed the maple syrup I had warmed. I sat down and we enjoyed
the breakfast for a few minutes in silence.
You know Ive got a thousand questions I want to ask you, I
started suddenly. Like how you met this William and Breigha, what
you told them, how you set this all up, etc. Oh, and by the way,
is this the end of your fantasy? This multi-part fantasy stuff is
okay, but its a double-edge sword, you know. MY turn is coming up
and you know how much I thrive on precedents. When are we getting
the pictures? How do we know they arent keeping copies? What did
they look like? How old were they? Jesus, did you believe the ego
of that guy? God, you were sexy as hell. Babe, I REALLY had a
good time, but I was wondering what….
Linda had suddenly put her hand up in exasperation.
Look, sweetheart, we can talk about all this later. Right
now, I can tell you that Ive pretty much shot my fantasy wad, at
least for a while. Its your turn, dear husband. Now let me eat
my pancakes in peace, okay? she said with a smile.
Okay, okay… I just want you to know that youre not making
it easy to top you!
Linda looked up and narrowed her eyes. This is a
COMPETITION? Fine. Just fine. Remember, though, that YOU brought
it up. I can whip your ass at anything I set my mind to, including
scrabble.
Hey, wait a minute, its not my fault. Its all that goddamn
testosterone sloshing around in my blood. You know how it goes…
Yeah, I know, youre nothing but a big, walking testes with
a dick for a nose. Well, Im ready for whatever YOUR puny little
perverted brain can come up with, husband of mine! Linda said
with an evil grin and a twinkle in her eye. She got up from the
chair, kissed me on the forehead and sashayed out of the kitchen.
I nibbled the corner of a half-eaten, soggy pancake and
weighed the 50 or 60 different ideas Id been storing up for the
last 30 years or so. Yeah, I think I could top her. But not in
the way she may THINK I would try to top her.
As all the scenarios unfolded in my mind like a cheaply
wrapped package, my dick stood to attention. I started to load the
dishwasher (remembering to rinse them first). Life is so full of
possibilities….
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End of WIFE
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