It had been a tricky couple of days since I had watched and listened to my wife Sarah getting a good fucking from Roger in his shed down at the allotments. I had enjoyed it every bit as much as I thought I would however what had blown my mind had been the sudden appearance of Roger’s friend Perry, who Roger had tipped off about the fact he’d be fucking my wife in his shed. Perry had initially been a voyeur, just like me, however once Sarah had seen him through the window, playing with his big cock, she had been so aroused Roger had gotten her to agree to inviting Perry to join their fun. Although Perry hadn’t fucked Sarah that day he now knew who she was and what she was. As far as he knew, a cheating married slut. Both Sarah and I knew Perry would surely want more and we were deciding how to handle it.
Sarah hadn’t been to her allotment since that day and she wanted to go. Primarily to see how her plot was going and pick what vegetables needed harvesting, but also she was feeling a little rampant for Roger’s big cock. More to the point, she was dying to let Roger fuck her whilst I was present, which was my desire, and something Roger had said he would be happy with. So that afternoon we decided that today was the day we would make that happen and also we could both have a word with Roger about Perry and figure out what that dirty old fucker expected now he’d had some fun and knew all about Sarah. Unlike Roger, Perry was married and we figured if he knew I knew about Sarah and Roger he would have no advantage over her whereas she would be able to tell his wife something she probably wouldn’t want to hear.
We were just getting ourselves together in the bedroom and Sarah had decided to wear a T shirt, and shorts, with her gilet over the top, once again she had gone without bra and panties, although she threw a pair at me and asked me to stick them in my pocket so she could put them on after she’d had her pussy filled, for the journey home. I made sure my camera phone was fully charged as I planned to get some nice pictures and even some video footage of all the action, something I hadn’t been able to do for a few years now. Sarah tied up her hair, took a deep breath, looked at me and asked if I was ready. I paused for a moment and felt the reassuring twitch in my pants of my cock telling me it was more than ready for this. I smiled. “Let’s go!” I said.
We got down to Sarah’s allotment and looked around. Just my luck! Roger was nowhere to be seen. What’s more his shed was locked so it looked like he had either been and gone or not been at all. Sarah and I looked at each other, both looking disappointed, shrugged our shoulders and decided to get on with what work needed doing. For probably the next hour and a half, Sarah focussed on harvesting some vegetables that were ready, and weeding through the beds, whilst as well as helping with the weeding I ferried the boxed vegetables she’d picked to the car ready for taking home. We’d just about finished when a rather large chap who looked like he was in his late forties wandered across the allotments, arriving at Roger’s shed.
He stood for a moment before looking across at us. Sarah saw him and called out that she didn’t think Roger was there, he walked over towards us and introduced himself as John, telling us that he was Roger’s son. He added that Roger was actually in hospital. We immediately enquired as to his wellbeing and Roger told us it was nothing serious, given his age, telling us that for a couple of years he had suffered with a bunion on his left foot, and as luck would have it “the dopey sod” as John described his father, had accidentally hit his foot with a spade. After going to the emergency room an X ray had revealed a broken bone and whilst he had treatment they had decided to fix the bunion at the same time which is a rather painful operation meaning he would be off his feet for several weeks. “So!” John said, “I’m stuck with checking up on his allotment, although *** has assured me many of his friends here will be happy to chip in.”
Sarah told John our names and asked him which hospital Roger was in and how long he would be in for. John told us the name and also that he would hopefully only be in for a week, just until he could get around on a walking frame, then he would be sent home with a wheelchair and frame. He would have someone come in once a day to bathe him and sort out his meals. Sarah told John she would be glad to walk him around the allotment and either introduce him to people who knew Roger and if they weren’t there show them the plot and shed number for future reference. He thanked her and off they went. I finished up loading our stuff to be taken home into the car then tidied up our tools ready for the two of them getting back.
Sarah and John returned about thirty minutes later and I told her we were all ready to go. Sarah told me that as a thank you John had told her he would give her a bottle of Roger’s home made wine. As John opened up Roger’s shed he said, “We might as well enjoy a glass or two now hadn’t we?” Before inviting us in.
Sarah and I looked at each other shrugged our shoulders and I said “Be rude not to I suppose.” So in we went and Roger told us to take a seat whilst he dug out “the good stuff as he termed it” telling us his *** hid it so when some of his ‘fellow old codgers’ came around for a free drink they just got the lower end stuff. John pulled out a bottle of wine from a box at the back of the shed and popped the cork as he brought it over. He grabbed three glasses from a shelf and poured some wine into each before sitting down and we all raised a thats to Roger’s recovery.
As we chatted I looked at John and it was obvious he was Roger’s son. The physical characteristics were very similar, although John was a little taller and more powerfully built, but I imagined Roger would have been built similarly in his younger days. I also couldn’t help notice that he had something else in common with his father, in that his eyes were paying particular attention to Sarah, more specifically her legs and body. Sarah had unzipped her gilet as we had gone inside Roger’s shed and John, like I, could see her lovely D cup breasts sway as she moved around in her chair and also just a hint of nipple poking through the fabric her thin T shirt.
As we chatted and drank more I figured that Sarah had also noticed the way John’s eyes continually scanned her long bare legs and her breasts. What’s more she clearly appreciated the attention as she seemed to be continually caressing one of her legs. My suspicion was confirmed when she suddenly stood up, said “Wow it’s getting hot in here”,and removed her gilet, making sure her breasts swayed enough to emphasise the fact she was braless to John, before sitting down and draining her glass, asking John if there was any more wine.
“Oh sure thing!” John said as he stood up and went and grabbed another bottle from the same box. As John was fishing out the wine and had his back to us Sarah looked at me and mouthed the words “I’m so horny.” before shooting me a big smile. My heart started to beat a little faster and I smiled back at her. My mind raced as I thought to myself, ‘well she did come here intending to get fucked.’ John sat back down smiled at Sarah and refilled her glass. “Anything else I can get you madame?” John said.
Over the next ten or fifteen minutes as we chatted John and I continually kept glancing at Sarah and then at each other. It was clear we were on the same page, so to speak, with our thoughts, so I took a long glance at Sarah and then looked back at John before I gave him a slight smile and a nod, neither of which Sarah saw. A few seconds later John, very casually, said. “Well, you know my *** asked me to take care of all things down here at his allotment, so I was just wondering if that might include you too Sarah.” He then looked at Sarah with a slight smile and a very lustful stare. “I mean. I’d be very happy to take care of you if you’d like me too.”
‘Christ! He must know everything, that dirty old fucker has told his son about Sarah’ I thought to myself. I took a large gulp of wine as I felt my heart beat even quicker and a tingle shooting right through my groin. Sarah looked at me, smiling, as I thought ‘my god I’m going to see her get fucked up close. I was excited but a little disappointed it wasn’t going to be Roger fucking her. Still as my cock began to harden in my pants I shot her a smile showing my approval. “I think I’d like that.” Sarah said to John, in a very sexy voice. “We came here today to get some ‘looking after from your father’ so I hope you will help us out.” she added.
Roger rose from his chair and stood in front of Sarah. He looked at me and said “You sure you don’t mind?”
I looked at Sarah and then back at him. “As long as she doesn’t.” I replied. He took hold of Sarah’s arms and gently lifted her from her chair. I could see her chest was heaving as her breathing got deeper, and her lips were slightly quivering. I knew what Sarah wanted and I knew what I wanted so I seized the opportunity to take some initial small part. “Why don’t you strip for him baby and I’ll move my chair and the drinks out of your way.
Sarah looked at me, smiled and said “Ok honey”, before she started to strip and hang her clothes over the back of her chair. I wanted the loving dialogue between us to show John we were a consensual couple and there was no cuckolding or domination of me to be done here. As Sarah finished stripping I put the drinks and wine bottle on a shelf and moved my chair towards the end of the shed, where I’d have a great view to take some pictures and video from. As I passed John I could see he was staring at Sarah’s body with lust. “She likes it a little rough and crude.” I whispered in his ear as I passed close by him before I took my seat and waited to enjoy the action.
By the time I was seated Sarah was stripped naked and Roger was stood in front of her, massaging her breasts “Oh you have really great tits.” he said as he massaged her fleshy D cup breasts, licking his lips, his eyes fixed on them. I took out my camera phone and began to take some pictures. Roger looked at me, seeing what I was doing. He didn’t bat an eyelid as he continued feeling Sarah’s breasts.
Sarah began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans and then she pulled them down. His cock was sticking out in his briefs like a tent pole. Sarah hooked her fingers under the waistband, pulling at it, releasing his cock.. It was huge, it looked a little shorter than Roger’s but thicker. Sarah’s eyes widened as she said “Oh wow John, you certainly match your father in the trouser department. What a wonderfully big cock.” She looked at me and smiled as she reached her hands out and began stroking John’s huge cock.
“Get down and suck it for me.” John instructed. Sarah didn’t pause, she sat back down in her chair, in front of John and wrapped her lips around the big head of his cock. John groaned and tilted his head back as Sarah began sucking on his cock, stroking it and massaging his balls as she fed more and more of John’s huge cock into her mouth. As Sarah greedily sucked on John’s cock he asked her to get herself wet for him. Sarah immediately moved one of her hands from John’s balls and lowered it to her pussy. She began to rub herself and I could tell she was already wet. I was also so pleased to see how she responded immediately to John’s requests and I planned to throw up a few requests of my own once the action got even hotter.
After a few more minutes John asked. “Is that nice married cunt of yours nice and wet.” Sarah hummed a confirmation, her mouth never leaving John’s cock. “Is it ready for my big cock in it?” John asked. Again Sarah hummed a confirmation. “Tell me what you want you naughty married slut.” John demanded.
Sarah pulled her mouth off John’s cock and looked up at him paused a moment and said. “I want you to stick your fucking big cock right in my married cunt.” My eyes widened at not just what Sarah had said but the way she had said it, full of lust and yearning to be fucked by John.
“Stand up and bend over the table for me.” John demanded. Again, with no hesitation Sarah stood, turned around and bent over the table, her buttocks facing John. John’s next comment got me so turned on I felt my cock throbbing, dying to be released. “Which way do you want her facing Ted. Side on or facing you?” I loved it, he was inviting me to direct the action, wanting me to be part of it.
“Facing me! I want to see her face when you stick your big cock into her cheating cunt.” I replied. I almost surprised myself. I’d never referred to Sarah’s pussy as “her cunt” I was even more surprised when with no prompting from John, Sarah, who had lay across the table side on to me, stood and moved around so she was now facing me. John looked at me and winked before he moved around and stood behind Sarah. He placed a hand on her buttocks and gripped his cock, guiding it to her love hole.
I set my camera phone to video, ready, to get the action, and zoomed in Sarah’s face. She looked directly at it, lust and anticipation in her eyes. John pushed forward a little, and I could see he was teasing her slit with his big cock, Sarah was moaning slightly and then she froze and let out a little gasp as the head of John’s big cock was pushed into her love hole. John paused and looked at me and I nodded.
“Aaaaaarrrrhhh. Oooowwwwww! Fuck! Sarah shrieked as in one hard thrust John rammed his huge cock deep into her pussy, his hips slamming against her buttocks. “Ooooooohhhhh God it fucking hurts. Sarah wailed as John pulled back a little and thrust back in. The footage I was getting was amazing, her eyes, which were, moments ago full of lust were shut tight, her face a picture of pain as John speared her with his pole like cock. “Tell him to stop honey. Please. He’s too big.” She begged.
I turned off the video and put the phone on the table. “ Fuck the shit out of the cheating bitch.” I said to John. Sarah opened her eyes and stared at me with venom in her eyes as soon as she heard my instruction to John and I just smiled back at her. John gripped Sarah’s hips and began to fuck her, with a hard and steady rhythm, ramming his cock to the hilt with every thrust.
“Ohhhhh! Uuuuhhhh! Uuhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh God!” Sarah gasped over and over again as John started to pound her pussy, ramming his huge cock into her, stretching my wife’s hole. My cock was throbbing and I gripped it and began to stroke it in sync with John’s thrusting. Sarah stared at my cock as my pre cum began to leak from my piss hole.
“You like that? You dirty married slut?” John asked Sarah as she continued gasping and moaning.
“Ohhhh Yess. I fucking love it. Your cock is so big. My cunt is throbbing. Fuck me harder John!Let my husband see you fuck the shit out of his cheating wife.” Sarah shrieked. John took a deep breath then started to fuck Sarah harder and faster, she began to moan out loud with every thrust. I couldn’t resist it any longer and I grabbed her hair, lifted her head a little more and rammed my throbbing cock into her mouth. John and I spit roasted my wife, both ramming our cocks into her hard and fast, for about five minutes. I was close to shooting my load but I wanted to wait and wanted to get some better footage.
I pulled my cock out of Sarah’s mouth and grabbed my phone. “Flip her over onto her back.” I called out to John. He looked at me and smiled briefly before nodding and pulling his cock, all shiny and dripping with her juice, out of Sarah. John grabbed Sarah’s shoulders. lifting her up and spinning her around so she was facing him. John pushed Sarah backwards and gently lowered her onto the table then lifted her legs, spreading them. He gripped his dripping cock and guided it into her pussy, ramming it in with one thrust.
Again John gripped Sarah’s hips and began fucking her hard whilst I took pictures and filmed them. I loved how her large breasts bounced as he rammed into her. “Grab her tits and pull on her fucking nipples. She loves it. I called out to John. John grasped Sarah’s breasts, pinched her nipples and tugged hard on them each time he thrust his cock into her.
“Ohhhhh Fuck yes. Pull my fucking nipples, god they're burning. I fucking love it.” Sarah wailed.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer but I wanted to see Sarah cum with John’s cock up her love hole. John must have had similar thoughts and growled at Sarah,”Rub your clit you dirty slut. I want you to cum on my big cock.” He commanded. Sarah obeyed instantly and began to rub her clit furiously, trapping it between two fingers and pressing hard. As soon as she started I could see her arching her back, pushing her pelvis up so John’s cock rubbed her G spot more. John released her breasts and gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock harder as he pounded into her.
The sight of her breasts bouncing again almost put me over the edge but I held off as I knew she was close. She started to groan, long deep groans, a sure sign she was about to cum. Then little desperate gasps rang out from her mouth. I struggled to keep the phone steady as I furiously stroked my own cock. Then I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cum spurted from my cock, splashing her face and breasts. “Ohhhhhh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Sarah shrieked. Her back arched even more and she screamed “Ohhhhhhh Yesssss!” as her face flushed and she shuddered as her orgasm exploded.
Sarah bucked and shrieked as she came hard with John still ramming his big cock into her pussy, her cum juice squirting around his cock. Suddenly, to my surprise, John pulled his cock out of Sarah and jerked it as he grunted. He spurted his cum all over her belly and breasts, 4 thick ropes of hot sticky cum landing on her. Then he rammed his cock back into Sarah’s tight spasming pussy making her shriek as he re penetrated her tight hole. He thrust and jerked several more times, pumping the rest of his cum into her.
After a minute or two John and Sarah both began to relax after their orgasms and I moved around just in time to see John’s softening cock slip from her pussy. Sarah looked a picture, laying on the table, her face, breasts and belly splattered with cum and a river of John’s cum flowing from her gaping pussy. I knew all three of us had loved the experience and I was sure we’d all be up for it again but for now I wanted to get my lovely wife home. I couldn’t wait for us to view the photo’s and video I’d taken and talk about what had just happened. I just knew we were about to have an amazing evening.
We did!
To be continued……..
Sarah hadn’t been to her allotment since that day and she wanted to go. Primarily to see how her plot was going and pick what vegetables needed harvesting, but also she was feeling a little rampant for Roger’s big cock. More to the point, she was dying to let Roger fuck her whilst I was present, which was my desire, and something Roger had said he would be happy with. So that afternoon we decided that today was the day we would make that happen and also we could both have a word with Roger about Perry and figure out what that dirty old fucker expected now he’d had some fun and knew all about Sarah. Unlike Roger, Perry was married and we figured if he knew I knew about Sarah and Roger he would have no advantage over her whereas she would be able to tell his wife something she probably wouldn’t want to hear.
We were just getting ourselves together in the bedroom and Sarah had decided to wear a T shirt, and shorts, with her gilet over the top, once again she had gone without bra and panties, although she threw a pair at me and asked me to stick them in my pocket so she could put them on after she’d had her pussy filled, for the journey home. I made sure my camera phone was fully charged as I planned to get some nice pictures and even some video footage of all the action, something I hadn’t been able to do for a few years now. Sarah tied up her hair, took a deep breath, looked at me and asked if I was ready. I paused for a moment and felt the reassuring twitch in my pants of my cock telling me it was more than ready for this. I smiled. “Let’s go!” I said.
We got down to Sarah’s allotment and looked around. Just my luck! Roger was nowhere to be seen. What’s more his shed was locked so it looked like he had either been and gone or not been at all. Sarah and I looked at each other, both looking disappointed, shrugged our shoulders and decided to get on with what work needed doing. For probably the next hour and a half, Sarah focussed on harvesting some vegetables that were ready, and weeding through the beds, whilst as well as helping with the weeding I ferried the boxed vegetables she’d picked to the car ready for taking home. We’d just about finished when a rather large chap who looked like he was in his late forties wandered across the allotments, arriving at Roger’s shed.
He stood for a moment before looking across at us. Sarah saw him and called out that she didn’t think Roger was there, he walked over towards us and introduced himself as John, telling us that he was Roger’s son. He added that Roger was actually in hospital. We immediately enquired as to his wellbeing and Roger told us it was nothing serious, given his age, telling us that for a couple of years he had suffered with a bunion on his left foot, and as luck would have it “the dopey sod” as John described his father, had accidentally hit his foot with a spade. After going to the emergency room an X ray had revealed a broken bone and whilst he had treatment they had decided to fix the bunion at the same time which is a rather painful operation meaning he would be off his feet for several weeks. “So!” John said, “I’m stuck with checking up on his allotment, although *** has assured me many of his friends here will be happy to chip in.”
Sarah told John our names and asked him which hospital Roger was in and how long he would be in for. John told us the name and also that he would hopefully only be in for a week, just until he could get around on a walking frame, then he would be sent home with a wheelchair and frame. He would have someone come in once a day to bathe him and sort out his meals. Sarah told John she would be glad to walk him around the allotment and either introduce him to people who knew Roger and if they weren’t there show them the plot and shed number for future reference. He thanked her and off they went. I finished up loading our stuff to be taken home into the car then tidied up our tools ready for the two of them getting back.
Sarah and John returned about thirty minutes later and I told her we were all ready to go. Sarah told me that as a thank you John had told her he would give her a bottle of Roger’s home made wine. As John opened up Roger’s shed he said, “We might as well enjoy a glass or two now hadn’t we?” Before inviting us in.
Sarah and I looked at each other shrugged our shoulders and I said “Be rude not to I suppose.” So in we went and Roger told us to take a seat whilst he dug out “the good stuff as he termed it” telling us his *** hid it so when some of his ‘fellow old codgers’ came around for a free drink they just got the lower end stuff. John pulled out a bottle of wine from a box at the back of the shed and popped the cork as he brought it over. He grabbed three glasses from a shelf and poured some wine into each before sitting down and we all raised a thats to Roger’s recovery.
As we chatted I looked at John and it was obvious he was Roger’s son. The physical characteristics were very similar, although John was a little taller and more powerfully built, but I imagined Roger would have been built similarly in his younger days. I also couldn’t help notice that he had something else in common with his father, in that his eyes were paying particular attention to Sarah, more specifically her legs and body. Sarah had unzipped her gilet as we had gone inside Roger’s shed and John, like I, could see her lovely D cup breasts sway as she moved around in her chair and also just a hint of nipple poking through the fabric her thin T shirt.
As we chatted and drank more I figured that Sarah had also noticed the way John’s eyes continually scanned her long bare legs and her breasts. What’s more she clearly appreciated the attention as she seemed to be continually caressing one of her legs. My suspicion was confirmed when she suddenly stood up, said “Wow it’s getting hot in here”,and removed her gilet, making sure her breasts swayed enough to emphasise the fact she was braless to John, before sitting down and draining her glass, asking John if there was any more wine.
“Oh sure thing!” John said as he stood up and went and grabbed another bottle from the same box. As John was fishing out the wine and had his back to us Sarah looked at me and mouthed the words “I’m so horny.” before shooting me a big smile. My heart started to beat a little faster and I smiled back at her. My mind raced as I thought to myself, ‘well she did come here intending to get fucked.’ John sat back down smiled at Sarah and refilled her glass. “Anything else I can get you madame?” John said.
Over the next ten or fifteen minutes as we chatted John and I continually kept glancing at Sarah and then at each other. It was clear we were on the same page, so to speak, with our thoughts, so I took a long glance at Sarah and then looked back at John before I gave him a slight smile and a nod, neither of which Sarah saw. A few seconds later John, very casually, said. “Well, you know my *** asked me to take care of all things down here at his allotment, so I was just wondering if that might include you too Sarah.” He then looked at Sarah with a slight smile and a very lustful stare. “I mean. I’d be very happy to take care of you if you’d like me too.”
‘Christ! He must know everything, that dirty old fucker has told his son about Sarah’ I thought to myself. I took a large gulp of wine as I felt my heart beat even quicker and a tingle shooting right through my groin. Sarah looked at me, smiling, as I thought ‘my god I’m going to see her get fucked up close. I was excited but a little disappointed it wasn’t going to be Roger fucking her. Still as my cock began to harden in my pants I shot her a smile showing my approval. “I think I’d like that.” Sarah said to John, in a very sexy voice. “We came here today to get some ‘looking after from your father’ so I hope you will help us out.” she added.
Roger rose from his chair and stood in front of Sarah. He looked at me and said “You sure you don’t mind?”
I looked at Sarah and then back at him. “As long as she doesn’t.” I replied. He took hold of Sarah’s arms and gently lifted her from her chair. I could see her chest was heaving as her breathing got deeper, and her lips were slightly quivering. I knew what Sarah wanted and I knew what I wanted so I seized the opportunity to take some initial small part. “Why don’t you strip for him baby and I’ll move my chair and the drinks out of your way.
Sarah looked at me, smiled and said “Ok honey”, before she started to strip and hang her clothes over the back of her chair. I wanted the loving dialogue between us to show John we were a consensual couple and there was no cuckolding or domination of me to be done here. As Sarah finished stripping I put the drinks and wine bottle on a shelf and moved my chair towards the end of the shed, where I’d have a great view to take some pictures and video from. As I passed John I could see he was staring at Sarah’s body with lust. “She likes it a little rough and crude.” I whispered in his ear as I passed close by him before I took my seat and waited to enjoy the action.
By the time I was seated Sarah was stripped naked and Roger was stood in front of her, massaging her breasts “Oh you have really great tits.” he said as he massaged her fleshy D cup breasts, licking his lips, his eyes fixed on them. I took out my camera phone and began to take some pictures. Roger looked at me, seeing what I was doing. He didn’t bat an eyelid as he continued feeling Sarah’s breasts.
Sarah began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans and then she pulled them down. His cock was sticking out in his briefs like a tent pole. Sarah hooked her fingers under the waistband, pulling at it, releasing his cock.. It was huge, it looked a little shorter than Roger’s but thicker. Sarah’s eyes widened as she said “Oh wow John, you certainly match your father in the trouser department. What a wonderfully big cock.” She looked at me and smiled as she reached her hands out and began stroking John’s huge cock.
“Get down and suck it for me.” John instructed. Sarah didn’t pause, she sat back down in her chair, in front of John and wrapped her lips around the big head of his cock. John groaned and tilted his head back as Sarah began sucking on his cock, stroking it and massaging his balls as she fed more and more of John’s huge cock into her mouth. As Sarah greedily sucked on John’s cock he asked her to get herself wet for him. Sarah immediately moved one of her hands from John’s balls and lowered it to her pussy. She began to rub herself and I could tell she was already wet. I was also so pleased to see how she responded immediately to John’s requests and I planned to throw up a few requests of my own once the action got even hotter.
After a few more minutes John asked. “Is that nice married cunt of yours nice and wet.” Sarah hummed a confirmation, her mouth never leaving John’s cock. “Is it ready for my big cock in it?” John asked. Again Sarah hummed a confirmation. “Tell me what you want you naughty married slut.” John demanded.
Sarah pulled her mouth off John’s cock and looked up at him paused a moment and said. “I want you to stick your fucking big cock right in my married cunt.” My eyes widened at not just what Sarah had said but the way she had said it, full of lust and yearning to be fucked by John.
“Stand up and bend over the table for me.” John demanded. Again, with no hesitation Sarah stood, turned around and bent over the table, her buttocks facing John. John’s next comment got me so turned on I felt my cock throbbing, dying to be released. “Which way do you want her facing Ted. Side on or facing you?” I loved it, he was inviting me to direct the action, wanting me to be part of it.
“Facing me! I want to see her face when you stick your big cock into her cheating cunt.” I replied. I almost surprised myself. I’d never referred to Sarah’s pussy as “her cunt” I was even more surprised when with no prompting from John, Sarah, who had lay across the table side on to me, stood and moved around so she was now facing me. John looked at me and winked before he moved around and stood behind Sarah. He placed a hand on her buttocks and gripped his cock, guiding it to her love hole.
I set my camera phone to video, ready, to get the action, and zoomed in Sarah’s face. She looked directly at it, lust and anticipation in her eyes. John pushed forward a little, and I could see he was teasing her slit with his big cock, Sarah was moaning slightly and then she froze and let out a little gasp as the head of John’s big cock was pushed into her love hole. John paused and looked at me and I nodded.
“Aaaaaarrrrhhh. Oooowwwwww! Fuck! Sarah shrieked as in one hard thrust John rammed his huge cock deep into her pussy, his hips slamming against her buttocks. “Ooooooohhhhh God it fucking hurts. Sarah wailed as John pulled back a little and thrust back in. The footage I was getting was amazing, her eyes, which were, moments ago full of lust were shut tight, her face a picture of pain as John speared her with his pole like cock. “Tell him to stop honey. Please. He’s too big.” She begged.
I turned off the video and put the phone on the table. “ Fuck the shit out of the cheating bitch.” I said to John. Sarah opened her eyes and stared at me with venom in her eyes as soon as she heard my instruction to John and I just smiled back at her. John gripped Sarah’s hips and began to fuck her, with a hard and steady rhythm, ramming his cock to the hilt with every thrust.
“Ohhhhh! Uuuuhhhh! Uuhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh God!” Sarah gasped over and over again as John started to pound her pussy, ramming his huge cock into her, stretching my wife’s hole. My cock was throbbing and I gripped it and began to stroke it in sync with John’s thrusting. Sarah stared at my cock as my pre cum began to leak from my piss hole.
“You like that? You dirty married slut?” John asked Sarah as she continued gasping and moaning.
“Ohhhh Yess. I fucking love it. Your cock is so big. My cunt is throbbing. Fuck me harder John!Let my husband see you fuck the shit out of his cheating wife.” Sarah shrieked. John took a deep breath then started to fuck Sarah harder and faster, she began to moan out loud with every thrust. I couldn’t resist it any longer and I grabbed her hair, lifted her head a little more and rammed my throbbing cock into her mouth. John and I spit roasted my wife, both ramming our cocks into her hard and fast, for about five minutes. I was close to shooting my load but I wanted to wait and wanted to get some better footage.
I pulled my cock out of Sarah’s mouth and grabbed my phone. “Flip her over onto her back.” I called out to John. He looked at me and smiled briefly before nodding and pulling his cock, all shiny and dripping with her juice, out of Sarah. John grabbed Sarah’s shoulders. lifting her up and spinning her around so she was facing him. John pushed Sarah backwards and gently lowered her onto the table then lifted her legs, spreading them. He gripped his dripping cock and guided it into her pussy, ramming it in with one thrust.
Again John gripped Sarah’s hips and began fucking her hard whilst I took pictures and filmed them. I loved how her large breasts bounced as he rammed into her. “Grab her tits and pull on her fucking nipples. She loves it. I called out to John. John grasped Sarah’s breasts, pinched her nipples and tugged hard on them each time he thrust his cock into her.
“Ohhhhh Fuck yes. Pull my fucking nipples, god they're burning. I fucking love it.” Sarah wailed.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer but I wanted to see Sarah cum with John’s cock up her love hole. John must have had similar thoughts and growled at Sarah,”Rub your clit you dirty slut. I want you to cum on my big cock.” He commanded. Sarah obeyed instantly and began to rub her clit furiously, trapping it between two fingers and pressing hard. As soon as she started I could see her arching her back, pushing her pelvis up so John’s cock rubbed her G spot more. John released her breasts and gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock harder as he pounded into her.
The sight of her breasts bouncing again almost put me over the edge but I held off as I knew she was close. She started to groan, long deep groans, a sure sign she was about to cum. Then little desperate gasps rang out from her mouth. I struggled to keep the phone steady as I furiously stroked my own cock. Then I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cum spurted from my cock, splashing her face and breasts. “Ohhhhhh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Sarah shrieked. Her back arched even more and she screamed “Ohhhhhhh Yesssss!” as her face flushed and she shuddered as her orgasm exploded.
Sarah bucked and shrieked as she came hard with John still ramming his big cock into her pussy, her cum juice squirting around his cock. Suddenly, to my surprise, John pulled his cock out of Sarah and jerked it as he grunted. He spurted his cum all over her belly and breasts, 4 thick ropes of hot sticky cum landing on her. Then he rammed his cock back into Sarah’s tight spasming pussy making her shriek as he re penetrated her tight hole. He thrust and jerked several more times, pumping the rest of his cum into her.
After a minute or two John and Sarah both began to relax after their orgasms and I moved around just in time to see John’s softening cock slip from her pussy. Sarah looked a picture, laying on the table, her face, breasts and belly splattered with cum and a river of John’s cum flowing from her gaping pussy. I knew all three of us had loved the experience and I was sure we’d all be up for it again but for now I wanted to get my lovely wife home. I couldn’t wait for us to view the photo’s and video I’d taken and talk about what had just happened. I just knew we were about to have an amazing evening.
We did!
To be continued……..
