With her connections at a local TV station, my wife Cheryl went from being a local artist to professional set designer in only a few years. It seems Hollywood has no shortage of cash when one has creative ideas to bring to life.
And when one executive producer saw her works in stainless steel, bronze, and glass, he offered such an outrageous sum to design a set for a national game show he was promoting, Cheryl was more than happy to make the two hour commute to Hollywood, to work for her new boss, Phil Falk.
For over three months, Cheryl has travelled between stage 16 at Paramount, various metal and glass contractors' shops, and home. Although she found the work exhilarating, she was exhausted all of the time. There was barely the chance for us to squeeze in some snuggle time, let alone a normal sexual encounters.
I knew my 45-year-old wife wanted more alone time as well, but I understood how important this once in a lifetime gig was to her. I settled for a hand job most of the time, with the occasional blowjob, whenever Cheryl was in the mood. I love going down on her, and we could each get off pretty quickly, which meant more time for her to rest up for the next day at work.
My wife would tell me how great Phil and Barbara are, as his wife often showed up with him to check out the progress. She described the couple as 60 year-olds Barbie and Ken, but with charismatic personalities, very fit, and always smartly dressed.
To be honest, I was a little jealous of her sudden popularity, but despite the lack of attention I was getting in bed, I didn't give a second thought when Cheryl told me that Barb and Phil asked her to stay over one Wednesday night. Their workday had gone exceptionally long, and using a guest room would save her driving home late and returning to Hollywood early in the morning.
After coming home late Thursday, Cheryl suggested that we put on our swimsuits and enjoy a glass of wine in the hot tub. The suggestion of clothes told me that my wife not in the mood, yet again.
While we were enjoying our wine in the sudsy water, Cheryl began raving about their opulent home. "The foyer is as big as our entire house, Al," she said. "And they have a cook, maid, and butler as well!" She went on in great detail about Phil and Barb, and how sweet they are together.
When Cheryl made a comment that Phil always finds a way to get what he wants, I have to admit I felt my first jab of anxiety. Phil and Barb had become all that my wife was talking about lately. While all of her talk only made me more jealous of their relationship, Cheryl saved the day when she scooched a little and removed her bikini bottoms, holding them up for me.
I needed no further enticement, and hoisted my petite wife up onto the edge of the spa. My 4'11", 100 pound dynamo wife sat on the edge, her bikini top still covering her 32A breasts, and her legs splayed wide for me. I gazed upon her tanned thighs and the gap between them that narrowed at her pussy. That was when I gasped at the sight of her pussy hair having been entirely shaven smooth.
"You like, Allan?" she asked, her diminutive fingers gliding along her inner thighs. I stared at the stark, white triangle of baby soft skin above Cheryl's pussy lips; and the puffy, rounded slit that used to be well camouflaged beneath the tuft of black curls.
"Wow! When did you do that?" My fingers and thumb savored the freshly shorn skin while my wife looked down at me with a broad grin.
"When Phil and I arrived at their place last night after work, Barb was upstairs with her aesthetician. She called me up and asked if I wanted to get cleaned up before I showered and went to bed for the night. Barb was getting a Brazilian wax and asked if I wanted to try it."
I barely heard any of that, as I moved toward the enchanting sight. Cheryl leaned back, rested on her hands behind her, and raised her feet to the edge of the tub, to afford me better access to her slick pussy. My hands cupped her ass globes, and her musk filled my nostrils. Never, in our twenty year marriage, has Cheryl ever shaven her bush like this. Yes, she would shave a landing strip or a well-trimmed triangle, but not this.
Upon contact with her tiny nubbin, Cheryl let out, "God, yes!" and I went to town. My rock hard 6" of cock tapped against the side of the pool as I feasted on this porn star-like pussy. Except for Cheryl's constant moaning, it felt like I was eating out a totally different woman, and that just brought me closer to cumming right there.
In seconds, Cheryl squealed as her orgasm took her over. One hand held my head firm, while my tongue flicked her clit until she could take no more. When her panting ebbed, Cheryl called out, " I need your dick!" I grabbed her around her skinny waist and lifted my wife up over my hips. My rigid cock was bouncing between her muscular thighs, straining to find her entrance. Cheryl lowered a hand and guided my flailing cock to the right place - parting the velvety lips of her vestibule. I entered her with ease, her lubricant oozing from deep within.
It had been months since I had been inside her, and seeing Cheryl ride me like a jockey on a racehorse, only made my ability to hold off from ejaculating futile. Her slippery pussy lips crushed my furry pubes as Cheryl took me as deep as I was able.
"Cum inside me, Baby!" That encouragement was more than enough for me to spill my wad. Her taut nipples scraped my chest hairs as I held Cheryl tightly while my semen sprayed inside. We kissed while my erection wilted; my cock slipped from Cheryl's warm, sopping hole.
It was time to get out of the pool, so the filters could take away the scum that oozed from Cheryl's freshly fucked pussy. On our way up to bed, Cheryl said, "Oh, I forgot to mention that Phil and Barb asked if you could come up with me tomorrow. They want to take us to the beach for the weekend, to get some needed rest, and get to know you better. Can you take the day off tomorrow?"
I didn't answer right away, thinking that at least I would meet the new people in Cheryl's life. And a weekend at the beach did sound like a great time to spend with my wife. Maybe her new boss and his wife would ease some of my anxiety over their newly formed bond with her. "Sure. I will take a vacation day, Cheryl. It will be good to finally spend some time with you." With that we retired to the bedroom to nuzzle some more before going to sleep.
In the morning, Cheryl had some light grey khaki shorts and a matching polo shirt laid out for me. She was wearing white cotton shorts and a short-sleeved white blouse with, of course, no bra under. Her brown, puffy nipples contrasted beneath the wispy, bleached material. With an overnight bag packed, Cheryl and I wound our way up the coast highway, arriving at Phil and Barb's mansion in the hills. The long driveway led to their home; a golf cart parked in front of one of the five garages, a red Ferrari next to that, and a Mercedes convertible inside an open garage. The size of the property and the pillared fortress was daunting, yet our hosts were outside the massive front doors to greet us personally.
Barb caught my eye first. The tall woman wore a mid-thigh length, pearl colored miniskirt, and a sleeveless white blouse that billowed in the light breezy air. Barb's long sleek legs were in 5" white stilettos, which made her even look taller next to Cheryl. Her tits were huge, probably DDs, as the wind formed the chiffon to each melon; Barb's thick, pink nipples standing proudly in the breeze. I decided then that they were likely enhanced surgically, almost too big for her long, slender frame. Barb wore a scrunchie to keep her very long, blonde hair in check. She smiled widely as leaned way over and reached out her arms to hug Cheryl. I watched as Barb's bulbous melons mashed into Barb's flat chest while thy pecked their hellos.
I pulled the bag from the back seat as the women kissed on the cheek, and then hugged. When I looked back up, Phil was right in my face, smiling broadly. "Well, this is the guy who gives Cheryl her creativity!" A firm hand on my shoulder showed his comfort and power in the moment.
As Phil gripped my shoulder, I took in his body for the first time. His cobalt blue eyes sharply contrast his full head of salt and pepper hair; his face covered in an all white beard and mustache still featured a square jaw line. The older man wore a form fitting lycra shirt and shorts, which showed his powerful pecs and tapered to a flat belly; clearly the man works out at least daily to keep in that good form.
I couldn't help but smile, and offered, "No sir! Cheryl is her own little dynamo."
"You're telling me?" he quipped. "She has the energy and drive that I can barely keep up with!" Cheryl stood blushing, Barb's arm around her shoulder, and Cheryl's cupping Barb's skinny waist. It was then that I noticed how tall Barb was. She was at least as tall as my 5'11" frame. She looked even taller with those heels.
Phil took our overnight case along with the one they had packed. "Nice to meet you, Allan." Phil is only a few inches taller than me, but probably weighs less than I. As he leaned into load the bag into the cart, he flexed his muscular calves and thighs. Evan at 60, Cheryl's boss is clearly in better shape than I am at 47.
Barb left Cheryl to reach out for a hug from me. As she drew me into her, Barb's heavy breasts pressed into my chest. Phil was embracing Cheryl in the same way, drawing her petite body into him, her head nuzzled into his chest. Did his hands actually caress Cheryl's backside? Or was it just her lower back? His movements were so smooth, I couldn't be sure. Barb's sweet perfume wafted, and with the sight of my wife in a long embrace with her employer, I felt my cock nudge Barb's groin.
Barb said softly into my ear, "I think we will have a wonderful time together." Phil released his hold on Cheryl just as Barb stepped back from me, all of us sharing smiles.
With our introductions complete, Phil led us to the waiting golf cart, instead of the convertible, which seemed a bit odd, as it would be a long way to the beach from this hilltop property. Barb said, "Cheryl, sit up front with Phil. I'll sit in the back with Allan.
I got in the back seat on the driver's side, just as Barb stepped up to the floorboard. With one foot on the pavement and the other inches from me in the cart, Barb's short, tight skirt exposed her thigh all the way to the shadowy recess of her pussy. Either her panties matched her skin color, or Barb was travelling commando. In a flash, she was beside me, smiling wide, and chatting about the weather while Phil and Cheryl sat up front.
Phil pushed on the pedal and we quietly proceeded around to the back of their house, where I realized the cart wasn't our ride to the beach. A few hundred feet away sat a sparkling new twin-engine plane, on an asphalt tarmac.
Phil called, over his shoulder, "What do you think of her?" pointing to the plane. I turned to Phil and said, "Geez, Phil, she is a beauty! And you've even got your name on it." I was referring to the large print near the tail that read C-FALK.
"No, that is the registration and call sign of the airplane."
"Oh," I offered, "I thought that planes in America had an N at the beginning of the number." A friend who flies had told me that a long time ago.
We had arrived at that point, and were stepping out of the cart. Phil grasped my shoulder with a firm hand, and replied, "Allan, you can buy anything with enough money in the right pockets. I could have had FUCK instead of FALK, for a registration if I wanted. But, I did buy it in Montreal, so that is why the first letter is a C - as in Canadian."
He laughed and retrieved our luggage before opening a small door on the outside of the plane to store the bags. Then he pulled down the large door, which hinged to become the stairs to get inside.
"Have you two flown much?"
I responded, "Only in the big planes."
"Well, Allan, you take the right seat, up front. You'll be my co-pilot for a while". I ascended the stairs first and turned to the cockpit, and climbed in to the tightly packed seating area on the right. The women sat in the first two seats on the other side of the door, just behind the cockpit. Their seats faced each other, and as I looked around, I saw there was enough seats on board for eight people back there.
Cheryl faced the front, while Barb had her back to me, as they engaged in light conversation. Phil closed and locked the door before taking his seat beside me.
Phil began, "So, here are the rules, when there are two pilots. Only one of us can be in control of the plane at any given time, or we might fight for control and take her down. That means that I am in control unless I hand it over to you. So, once we get up in the air, I will let you have a bit of fun with her. When I hand over the controls, I will say, 'You have control'. You will confirm with 'I have control', and you'll be in charge of her until I call back that I have control. Does that sound good?"
"Sure. That makes sense. Sounds good, Phil."
In a matter of minutes, we were airborne and flying south over the Pacific shoreline. I asked, which beach are we going to, Phil?"
"It's on El Toro Island, just over the Mexican border."
I felt a bit of panic. "But Cheryl and I didn't bring our passports with us."
He laughed and said, "You don't need passports. It's my island. I decide who gets invited there, and you and Cheryl have a weekend pass. Now, let's get you flying!" Phil went through a series of demonstrations about how the yoke controls horizontal and vertical direction, while the throttles control ascent and descent.
Phil then said, "Are you ready, Allan? You have control." I saw his hands relax as I took hold of the yoke.
"I have control." I felt an instant feeling of power and manliness. It is funny how the male brain instinctively assesses every situation on an alpha/beta level. I was a bit nervous knowing our lives depended on me, but knew deep down that Phil was really the one in control here. I flew some lazy ess-shaped turns and really enjoyed the experience.
A few minutes later, Phil announced, "Well, you did a great job, Allan. How about we get your wife up here and let her have a go?"
I took a quick peek back at Cheryl; whose eyes were wide, and her hands were unbuckling her seat belt. "Sure," I said.
"I have control," Phil commanded, taking the yoke once again.
I climbed from the co-pilot seat and watched Cheryl get herself settled up front, beside Phil.
I turned my attention to Barb and sat in the seat Cheryl vacated, facing Phil's wife. I made myself stare into her sweet, green eyes, so as not to peer down at her humongous boobs, or peek at that dark space between her skirt and each rounded thigh.
Cheryl's giggles stood out from the otherwise inaudible talk up front. The drone if the engines made hearing their conversation nearly impossible. And with their headsets on, Barb and I carried on a normal level of conversation.
She asked me about my work, and how much the two of them have taken to Cheryl. At one point, Barb turned to look up front, and as she did so, her knees separated enough that her naked muff was in clear view.
I swallowed hard, staring at her thick, meaty lips. And then Barb turned back toward me, a sly grin almost confirming that she had given me another peek. "Looks like your wife is having fun up there," she quipped. I peeked around her to check out Cheryl laughing while Phil was adjusting the shoulder strap of her seat belt. "I love watching Phil around other women," she added.
Barb surprised me when she asked, "So, did you enjoy Cheryl's new look?" As I stammered a response she added, "She has such a cute little muffin." Having already shown me her goods, Barb was correct. The two women have very different looks down there. Cheryl's outer lips don't protrude as Barb's do. Cheryl has a firm rounded mons that, when shaved bare, shows just a smooth, soft, and puffy slit.
"It was quite a surprise," I suggested.
When Barb asked, "We really are quite different, aren't we?" she stared into my eyes and parted her knees wide. How could I not at least take a peek? I glanced quickly and then looked to make sure Cheryl wasn't looking back at us.
"Oh, don't worry about her. Phil knows how to take good care of your wife." With that, Barb raised each foot, and rested one on each of my armrests, her knees parted obscenely wide. Barb used her index fingers to peel open her outer labia, to reveal something I had only seen in porn - a long, thick, almost cock-like clitoris.
"Do you like?" Barb used a thumb and finger to stroke the nearly two-inch bundle of warm, musky meat. I felt myself growing along down the inseam of my left leg, and glanced to see if it was obvious. It was.
Barb took one heel off the armrest and slid the pointy plastic up my thigh and under the leg of my shorts, until I felt it poke my piss slit. "You know, Phil loved watching Cheryl get shaved bare the other day." She pushed her heel as she spoke, delivering both a physical and mental stab to my erection.
"He... Phil was there?" I gulped hard as I pictured our wives lying in his bed, with another female between their legs, shaving them while he supervised.
"Well, not at first. Cheryl barely noticed him while Maria was working on her." The sting of her stiletto against the tip of my cock was weirdly delicious. I didn't want her to stop, and took one more glance up front. Barb removed her heel from my shorts, and slid her body down so that her ass was at the edge of the chair. The soles of her shoes moved to press into the cushion on either side of my head.
"Why don't you FEEL the difference, Allan." With that, her hand took mine and led my fingers to the firm roll of flesh that is her clitoris. "Cheryl's isn't that big, is it?" I took a peek up front as my thumb and finger glided along the rubbery nubbin.
'No, Cheryl's is quite small," I replied. Did Barb guess about that, or did she know the answer before I said anything? My thumb strummed the length of the engorged flesh as Barb murmured soft moans.
"Have a taste, Allan."
"I, uh..."
"Do you think Cheryl would have turned Phil down if he had asked to taste her freshly shaven pussy, Allan? I think your wife would let my husband do whatever he wanted."
My cock was leaking through the material of the leg of my shorts, and Barb lightly ran her hand over my tumescence. "I think you are thinking some very dirty thoughts about Cheryl, aren't you, Allan?" I moaned at her caresses, torn with thoughts of her teasing words.
"Eat it," she commanded. I looked down at her swollen clit and juicy lips as Barb rolled her middle finger round and round the bulbous head. I pictured Phil between Cheryl's thighs only a few nights ago, eating her freshly shaven pussy; satisfying my wife orally, before he sent her home for me to fuck. I couldn't help myself.
I got on my knees between the seats and licked at the generous meat of her labia. Barb's fingers held her wet slit wide while I lapped at her pussy entrance. She moaned and said, "Suck on it!" I obeyed, taking the slippery shaft between my lips. "Mmmmm," she moaned as our eyes locked. Barb's fingers moved to her erect, pink nipples beneath the willowy fabric of her blouse, twisting each one while her face grimaced in delight.
I took the two-inch roll of flesh all the way in before Barb held my head in place with one hand. Her groans were loud enough that I feared Cheryl might look back to catch me eating out her boss's wife. My tongue fluttered across her most sensitive tip. Soon Barb began to buck back and forth in a fervor, and suddenly a huge gush of fluids spewed from her pussy, squirting all down my shirt and shorts.
Lesser spurts drizzled down my chin and throat, only widening the darkened pool of my shirt. As her labored breathing subsided, I sat back in my seat, looking down at my sodden clothes while Barb sat upright, and looked at my plight.
"Sorry. Cheryl was right. That mouth of yours is magical." She got up and went to the back of the plane while shimming her skirt back in place. Barb opened a small refrigerator, removing a plastic bottle of water. I checked up front, but Cheryl and Phil were busy flying and chatting.
Barb opened a drawer and withdrew a handful of napkins. She returned, gulping most of it down, and handed it to me. "Drink quickly. We will say you spilled it during the flight. I took a number of gulps of the water to nearly empty the bottle. I dabbled at my soaked shirt with the napkins, but what worried me more was Barb's obvious musky scent.
Phil shouted over his shoulder, "We will be there in 10 minutes." I felt the engines idle as we made our descent. Just off to the left, I saw a small island with a large, thatch roofed building with a satellite dish mounted atop. A smaller house sat further back, in the tropical bush. Between them was a long grass runway, and a white sand beach surrounded the entire property. I guessed that the whole island might be three miles around.
Barb retrieved another handful of napkins and patted my crotch and thighs of my shorts, smiling at her touch of my rigid member.
"I'd love to take care of that later. Maybe the four of us can have some real fun this weekend." This was insane. Barb has told me that Cheryl let Phil see her while getting shaved, and may have even allowed Barb's husband to touch or taste her. Was all of that bullshit, just to get me worked up enough to lick Barb's pussy right there? Had I cheated on my wife because of my own carnal thoughts, and dirty talk from Barb?
It was as if Barb knew what was going through my mind. "Hey," she said, leaning unnecessarily close. "It is our secret. Cheryl won't ever know, unless you tell her." As she spoke, the plane touched down, coming to a halt in front of what looked like a family of four Mexicans.
The father reached up to unlatch the door, while a boy of fourteen or so, opened the compartment with our bags inside. He handed our bag to his younger sister. Barb led the way down the stairs to the grass. The cool breeze was already having a drying effect, but not before Cheryl got out and saw my damp attire.
"Well, what happened to you?"
As my mouth formed what would have been a stuttering response, Barb spoke up.
"Oh, your silly man spilled water all over himself. But that's okay. He cleans up well!" She laughed out loud while Cheryl only smiled politely, yet scanning the drenched stain of my shirt and shorts. It was the knowing look and wink that Phil gave me, that told me he knew exactly what happened.
"Allen, Cheryl, this is Luisa, Reymondo, and their children, Rosa and Julio." The family smiled while they each greeted us. Reymondo said, "Welcome to El Toro Island."
Cheryl offered, "Nice to meet you all." The kids carried our bags back the short distance to the large home. It was gorgeous inside, and the gentle breeze filtered through the many open windows.
Phil said, "Rosa will show you to your bedroom." The eleven year old wore a thin white summer dress with a blue floral pattern, the gauzy outline of her white panties in view as she walked ahead. The young girl set our bag down, turned and bowed slightly, probably not able to speak much English.
"Gracias," I said softly, receiving only a polite smile in return. Rosa left as Cheryl and I admired the king size bed and TV mounted on the wall.
"It's beautiful," I said, looking around the room.
Cheryl looked out the window at the view of the beach, only a few hundred feet away. "Yes, it is. Did you have fun with Barb on the plane? I had so much fun with Phil to even have looked back there. She is really sweet, though, isn't she?"
My mind went into a frantic spin. 'Did I have fun with Barb'? Did she know something? Had Cheryl smelled Barb's pheromones on me? I answered, "Yes. We had a great time." A knock at the open door was Phil, announcing lunch outside.
We followed him out the back door where the family was putting the finishing touches on our lunch under a palapa. Reymondo announced, "If that is everything, Senõr, we will leave for home for the weekend." His family stood politely, until Phil dismissed them.
"Yes, thank you Rey."
"Thank you Rosa," Cheryl called out, and was greeted with a smile and wave from the young girl. They disappeared to the smaller home and in a few moments would depart in a small motorboat for the mainland.
Phil raised his glass. "Here is to Cheryl's hard work and dedication to the firm. You really know how to perform, my dear." We clinked glasses while my wife blushed a bit.
"Well, it is easy to succeed when I work for someone who stands behind me in all this," replied Cheryl. I looked around to see if any of the others heard the same double entendres that I had, but no one let on, if they had.
The breeze blew gently across the women's blouses, and Barb would carefully cross and uncross her legs for only me, while the other two expounded on their venture together. We ate a green salad and slices of fresh tuna. I had to peek each time Barb carelessly (or more like carefully) exposed her pussy to me once more.
As we ate, Phil and Barb mentioned other trips here with various couples and groups of friends. When they spoke of one couple, Gary and Gayle, Phil said, "Yes. I remember. You had the hots for Gary. I didn't see you two all weekend!"
Then, Barb peered at us, and said to me, "Did Cheryl tell you? Phil and I are in an open relationship." I looked to Cheryl for confirmation.
"Oh, yes," commented Cheryl. "Barb told me about her and Phil, in passing one night. I never gave it much thought to say anything to you."
Barb asked Cheryl, "Have you two ever dabbled?" While we have played some role-play games in bed, where I pretended to be a waiter or co-worker who flirted with Cheryl, we had never talked about actually bringing someone into our bedroom. I was shocked that she decided to tell the whole story to Phil and Barb.
"Well, Allan and I have played many times with just some fantasy stuff, where he has seen a handsome guy flirt with me, then wanted me to pretend that Allan was that stranger. It really cranked us both up. Didn't it sweetie?"
It was my turn to blush, with Phil adding, "Hey, there is nothing wrong with seeing the love of your life moaning and groaning at the hands of another. After all, it is just sex, right?"
I looked to Cheryl for a response, but she had no reaction whatsoever. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding in my chest. With all of this talk, I still had no idea if Cheryl had already played in some way with these two, or if Barb and I had been the first to play.
"Yeah, I guess." I knew deep down that my fantasies of seeing my wife with someone else were on a precipice of reality, and I didn't know if I was ready for that, especially with someone so powerful in Cheryl's life. The lunch in my belly turned over with pangs of anxiety. Barb was definitely interested. Phil was openly suggesting it, and Cheryl didn't say no.
Phil added, "And, it sounds like you would enjoy seeing Cheryl with another man. Right Allan?"
I froze, checking in with Cheryl, but Cheryl was leaving me to answer Phil on my own.
"Well, I guess you never know how you will react, until it actually happens," I suggested.
Phil said, "Oh, I think I know. No worries. You would be leaving Cheryl in good hands. Besides, I think Barb would find a way of taking very good care of you."
Did I just give consent? Again, my heart began banging in my chest. Cheryl just stood there, nodding as Phil spoke. She didn't seem surprised by his advances in any way.
Time for a swim?" asked Phil.
Cheryl said, "Sure. I'm game. Let's go back to our room and get changed."
As we walked toward the house, Barb suggested, "Now that it is just the four of us on the island, we don't need bathing suits, do we?" Cheryl and I hadn't skinny dipped since we were teenagers.
I answered, "Why not?"
We went back to our bedroom and Barb called out from the hallway, "There are towels in the closet." Cheryl found them and laid them on the bed, while I began shucking my shorts and shirt. Even then, I could still smell the musk embedded in my clothes and wondered how Barb hadn't noticed.
When I lowered my underwear to the floor, Cheryl said, "Oh, My! Aren't you ready to go?" My rod was nearly erect already, a stain of precum in my underwear. Cheryl was naked as well. "Those big boobs of Barb seem to have had an effect on you, hun." Her smile was devious.
I moved to my wife and pressed my tight hand flat against her baby smooth mons, and slid a finger into the rubbery slit. As I parted the seal of her opening, my finger was flooded with wetness. I said, "And you are too. Have you had dirty thoughts about being with Phil?" I curled my finger to slide the entire digit in as far as it could into Cheryl's very ready pussy.
"It is just sex, right?" she asked. I knew that I wanted to push my cock into Cheryl right there, but I was sure that I wouldn't last ten seconds. I also wanted to fuck Barb too, and to play with her massive boobs, yet I still felt a twinge thinking about Phil and Cheryl. I put on a brave face.
"Sure, if you're okay with it."
I noticed almost a full sigh of relief from Cheryl when I said that. We stood naked, kissed gently for a few seconds. My petite wife looked very excited as well; her dark brown nipples poking from her tiny mounds. I did feel a little better that at least I knew Barb was into this, and wouldn't reject me.
Cheryl handed me a towel and said calmly, "By the way, you reek of her scent." With a smile and a wink, Cheryl led the way from our room. My stomach rolled once more. It felt surreal; as though the three of them were guiding me into this preordained experience. I looked down and was happy that my erection has subsided somewhat.
Barb and Phil were waiting just outside the house, naked as jaybirds, with towels in hand.
I was mid-sentence with Cheryl on our way out the door, when I noticed her eyes dart and grow wide. I followed her gaze towards Phil's crotch. His flaccid dick hung grotesquely between his thighs, its soft length rivaling mine at my most rigid. The girth was even more impressive, and I think that was what caused Cheryl to hold her gaze longer than necessary. She caught herself and looked up into his eyes so as not to be so easily distracted. I realized then, that whatever thoughts I had about Phil and Cheryl already having had sex, were just fantasy. Her look of surprise told me that she had no idea that her boss's dick was as impressive as it was.
I gulped down hard, but had my own distraction - those heavy melons of Barb, that stood virtually straight out.
"Allan, your wife is just so beautiful - and not just her smile!"
He took Cheryl's hand as Barb reached out her hand to me. "You've done well, yourself, Phil," I offered, taking his wife's hand in mine.
We walked behind Phil and Cheryl, and my eyes took in their differences. My wife's demure and soft, white ass gently wiggled side to side. His muscular and hairy ass, tanned but for thin stripes where a Speedo would normally cover; the rippling lateral muscles as they criss-crossed their way to his shoulders. I looked down at my soft, pudgy belly. It was not even close in development to Phil's rock hard abs. Barb squeezed my hand a few times while we talked, as we made our way to the beach, which kept me from over thinking the situation.
The four of us ran the last fifty steps or so, into the breaking waves, splashing around like school kids. Tits and cocks flailed all about, some more prominent than others. We frolicked in the cool water for ten minutes or so, before we found ourselves sitting in a small circle in the cool, shallow water, just taking in the moment.
"Allan, I would like to take your wife inside to my bedroom for a siesta. Would you care to take Barb to yours for the same? It's okay, if you don't." I looked to my wife, who appeared to be pleading for my consent. All eyes were on me, awaiting my reply. Again, it was time to toss aside my negative thoughts, and to just go for it.
"Sure. A siesta would be nice." I was sure that everyone could hear my heart beating like a drum. Phil stood up first, taking Cheryl's hand to help her up. His heavy, uncut cock dangled only inches from my face, so I looked toward Barb. She peered back and forth between me, and his cock; a shit eating grin lighting up her face. Phil and Cheryl walked toward the house, while I assisted Barb up and followed them in.
She leaned in to me, her boobs swaying with each step, and whispered, "You're in good hands, too, Allan. I think you're going to love this." As if on cue, Phil let go of Cheryl's hand and wrapped his right arm around Cheryl's body; the difference in their height allowing him to slip his hand beneath her armpit, along side her breast.
When Phil and Cheryl were passing the guest bedroom, Cheryl looked back to me and said, "Love ya, baby. Have fun."
Phil didn't wait until they entered the master bedroom before lowering his hand to cup Cheryl's ass. I turned my attention to Barb, who quickly pressed me up against the wall. Her tongue entered my mouth, and our tongues swam in the other's mouth. I was very into her body, but as she fondled my cock, it wasn't responding.
I played with her breasts while she kneaded my floppy rod, and kissed some more, while we made our way to the bed. Barb was just as wet as Cheryl was earlier, which I took as a good sign. But my thoughts kept going to what might be happening down the hall. How big would he get? Could Cheryl take all of him in her mouth? Was he fucking her already? None of these thoughts were allowing blood to flow to the right place.
I popped back to reality, only to see Barb trying to give life to my unresponsive cock. She reached to the night table, for what I expected would be some oil, but instead Barb returned with a remote for the TV. "Let's see if there is anything interesting on this thing," she said in almost a singsong tone.
One hand continued to stroke my cock, while I played with her thick, pink nipples. Then the TV lit up with a view of a couple, wrestling on a large bed. "Oh, fuck," I muttered.
"Yes, Allan. It's Phil. He is going down on Cheryl. She has no idea about the camera in the room." A video camera placed at one side of their bed showed Phil's face buried between Cheryl's thighs. His hands caressed her belly and tiny breasts.
"That's a good boy. I knew this would get your attention," Barb said, and I looked down to see my cock had grown hard in her hand. "I just love watching Phil fuck other women."
A minute later, Phil flipped Cheryl over and onto her knees and elbows; pushing her ass cheeks apart do he could lick the dark pucker between them. Barb turned up the volume and muffled mewling sounds came from my wife, with her face buried in the pillow. Phil used to fingers to explore her pussy while he ate her ass.
"Oh, you're going to cum!" warned Barb. Just then, Phil knelt straight up and took hold of his huge, thick cock. He looked directly at the camera and grinned. Barb had let go of me, just in time. She was right. I was very close to ejaculating all over my bed, but was too enthralled at the sights and sounds to notice.
Meanwhile, Phil had sidled up to Cheryl and placed a hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her, so that only Cheryl's bottom was off the bed. His wrist movements indicated that he wasn't thrusting yet - only wetting his foreskin within the sopping petals of my wife.
"Does his power over Cheryl turn you on, Allan?"
"Fuck, yes," I exclaimed without thinking about it.
At that point, Phil was pushing his handsome dick forward, slowly, and Cheryl was in one long moan. You could see his hips move side to side as he fed another inch slowly into my wife. Barb got up and moved in front of the TV, getting on her hands and knees in front of me, just as Cheryl was, in their bed.
"Fuck me like he is," she begged. I move on to my knees, moving up near her full rump, Barb's pink pucker stared back at me. My eyes moved from the screen to my own lover, and back again. I was rock hard, but couldn't tell which was more of a turn on. Barb's fingers appeared from beneath her body, parting her meaty labia so that her clit could better engage my six inches of shaft. "Feed me that big cock, Allan!"
I knew she was just teasing. There was no way she meant that in comparison to what her own husband could offer, but I was game anyway. I pushed inside Barb, right to the hilt. She didn't make the same noises that Cheryl made when Phil entered, and Barb's hole felt not as tight as my wife, probably for good reason.
Then I heard Cheryl start to wail. I looked to see if she was hurt, but realized that Phil's largeness was bringing her to the edge, and very quickly. He continued those slow, controlled, rhythmic thrusts, knowing that it only brought my wife closer to orgasm. He said, out loud, "Cum for me, Cheryl. Cum for Daddy."
Those words were too much for both of us, and in perfect synchrony, my wife and I lurched into our climaxes. I looked down to see that, after only a half dozen thrusts, I was cumming inside Barb's pussy. Cheryl, too, groaned her way through an explosive orgasm. Phil said, staring at his cock fucking the life out of my wife, "Shit, you are juicing all over me!"
In seconds, I was done, and could feel my cock losing the necessary blood to keep me hard. "I'm sorry," I announced. "I couldn't help myself."
Barb looked back at me, and then at my dwindling dick. She rolled into her back, and played with the semen that was drooling from her labia and down to her anus.
Phil was still going at the same pace, and as I watched, Cheryl began another ride to climax. Her ass wriggled to get him as deep as possible; no doubt he was mashing into her cervix He looked over to the camera once more, showing his pleasure at how easily Cheryl had become his.
Barb took a finger full of my cum and tasted it. "I didn't even get a chance to blow you," she pouted. "Can you make me cum?" Thoughts of eating her pussy back on the plane came to mind. Of course, on the plane, Barb's pussy wasn't full of my cum. But, that hadn't prevented me any other time, from going down on Cheryl after sex.
"Eat me, Allan."
I looked down at her meaty flaps drenched in my premature ejaculate, and what with all of the erotic sights and sounds of the last few moments, I didn't hesitate. I started with tending to her rigid shaft, licking along its length, and pursing my lips round the knobby tip. My warm semen touched my lower lip and chin. Barb's hips began to flex instinctively and she cooed, "Yeah, lick me up!"
My tongue burrowed deep between Barb's rubbery lips, lapping up the salty flavor of my climax. She added, holding my head tightly to her sloppy pussy, "Cheryl will want this too..." A heartbeat later, Barb began to explode into her own climax; all the while I sucked the fleshy tip of her clit. "Oh! Fuck!" she called out. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face grimaced at the mix of pleasure and pain of my oral stimulation.
The same hand that held me so tightly to Barb's wet muff now pushed me away. Her body was sated, and my face glazed with our juices. I rolled on my back to find that Cheryl was lying on her back with Phil's hands wrapped around her thin ankles, pushing them back toward her chest.
Watching Phil's girth stretch my wife's vaginal opening to its limit was unbelievable. And, with each forward impact, Cheryl let out a forceful grunt. Phil would withdraw until only the speared tip remained inside, and then he would pummel once more to her depths.
When Cheryl emitted an almost mournful cry, Phil uttered, "That's it, baby. Cream all over my dick!" The next dozen thrusts were accentuated by sloshing sounds as Phil's heavy cock displaced her internal orgasmic fluids.
I laid there, jaw agape, never having witnessed my wife squirt with me inside her. Cheryl's fingers wrapped around Phil's firm hips, pressing into his flesh, and drew him to her. Her lover announced, "I'm cumming!" and his paced changed from forceful to deliberate. Each manly grunt was timed with his deepest penetration. Cheryl's head rocked from side to side as Phil delivered his seed to the entrance to her tender womb.
Barb, toying with my spent, but now hardening cock said, "He's not done yet."
After four or five more thrusts, Phil pulled all the way out, taking his fat dick in his hand. I watched in awe as he squeezed off another half dozen ropes of cum, which splattered Cheryl's thighs, belly and vulva with his silvery slime.
"He really cums a lot," said Barb, extending one knee over my hips while she guided my revitalized cock into her. Her body obstructed the TV but there was no noise coming from the master bedroom anyway.
Barb began to roll her hips up and down my body, doing the work of taking my cock as deep as possible. "You should last longer now," Barb said, softly. "Let me do the work."
I pulled on her nipples while Barb used my dick to her satisfaction. She cooed as I stretched and twisted her eraser-sized gems. Those perky globes danced in a circular motion with each flex of Barb's hips.
Barb's rocking turned to a more forceful lift and drop, and Barb began to slam down on me. My thumb strummed across the tip of her mini cock-like nub, and my thick pubes tickled her smooth labia as our bodies collided. I was impressed that I hadn't gone off like a teenager this time. Barb rode me for another five minutes before she quickened her pace.
"Cum inside me, Allan," she said. I felt Barb's contractions, but was unable to join her when she climaxed. She dismounted, leaving my slick cock standing at attention.
"Sorry," I offered.
Once Barb rolled out of my view of the TV, I caught Phil and Cheryl walking away, from the bed, and toward the en suite bathroom.
"That's okay, sweetie," Barb said, kindly. "Save it up for later. Maybe we can all play together." My rod had already lost its proud vertical form, but those words sounded very erotic.
Barb took my hand, and suggested, "Let's go clean up too." We showered leisurely, and while we dried off, I apologized for both for my premature ejaculation and not being able to cum when Barb was ready.
"I've seen this many times with men, the first time they swap with us," she replied. "A few guys never got hard at all. Sometimes, watching a man so adept as Phil can have negative results on them. But, I could tell that you are one of those guys who gets off more by seeing her pleasured." She gave me a friendly kiss, and added, "You have a nice dick, too. That was fun."
Barb was right. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the two of them, and the sounds Cheryl made were just too much for me. Maybe, if we all shared a bed, it might be easier to be in the moment.
Before Barb left the bathroom, she said, "Supper won't be until sunset, so feel free to roam the grounds and get reacquainted with Cheryl.
I returned to our room, where Cheryl was slipping on a black thong. When she saw me, she came up and kissed me. "Are you okay, Al? Did you and Barb have fun?" She had a concerned look, which relieved me somewhat. We both put on shorts and button shirts while we talked
"Uh, yeah. It was good." I almost mentioned seeing that she definitely had a good time with Phil, and stopped myself from mentioning the camera in their bedroom. "How about you? Was it everything you thought it would be?"
Cheryl, probably understanding my frail ego, shrugged a bit and said, " Yeah, it was okay." Wow, I thought, after the sights and sounds from the TV, she kept a straight face and continued to fluff it off. "I mean, you must have been in heaven playing with those big boobs of hers."
We decided to walk the beach for a bit, and having the sand sift through your toes is wonderfully satisfying. Cheryl asked if I would do that again if they were interested. I noticed the relief in her face when I said, "Sure. I mean, if you want to."
Playing it cool, Cheryl added, "I mean, only if they ask us." We chatted about other mundane things as Cheryl and I walked. It was great to get away from it all, and the island was turning out to be a very exciting experience.
When we got back, Phil was turning steaks over on the barbecue and Barb was setting the table under the palapa. He wore shorts and a golf shirt, while Barb wore a long, white summer dress, with the same floral pattern as Rosa's. There were no panties to be seen through this garment. Her nipples were prominent through the flimsy material, as were Barb's generous ass cheeks when she turned around.
"The steaks look great, Phil," I said, smelling the peppercorn emanating from the grill.
"We've got to keep our strength up, right Allan?" We both laughed, as did the girls.
"Barb nearly wore me out!" I said, smiling at Cheryl.
"I would like to see that," replied Phil. "Maybe the four of us could have a go, later tonight. Nothing like watching your wife with another man, is there Allan?" I looked to Cheryl, to see if she was in on the joke, but she didn't let on if she was.
He winked at me, and then I offered to Cheryl, "To be honest, I wondered what it would have been like to watch you and Phil together..."
Cheryl said, "Oh, you two are such perverts!" She helped Barb get more items from inside the house.
In a lower voice, Phil said, "Barb said you enjoyed watching Cheryl and I." He followed with a proud smirk.
"I have to admit, it was wild sneaking a peek like that."
"Yes, I know. Barb told me you nearly came before you got it inside her." His comment stung a bit, but I knew that I wanted to see Cheryl with him again. He added, "Does Cheryl always squirt like that when you two are having sex?"
I wasn't ready to admit that she has never squirted with me inside her. "Um, yeah. Sometimes." Phil placed his hand on my shoulder, and patted it as if to say, "Sure thing." I then realized that Cheryl likely already divulged the answer to that question, and I've been caught trying to salvage my masculinity. Phil was just showing me who the boss is.
Near the end of out meal, Phil asked, "Hey ladies, what say we have a glass of wine and then we can adjourn to the bedroom? I think our guest, Allan here, deserves some special treatment from the two of you. I won't mind watching for a while. Who is up for that?"
"Count me in!" said Barb.
"Me too," offered Cheryl. "I don't mind sharing with Barb!" The two girls giggled and I grew immediately hard at being the center of attention for a while. Phil poured four glasses of wine for us, and in only a few minutes, all of them were empty. We walked into the house as the sun fell beneath the golden and blue horizon.
Phil was first to enter the bedroom, and went to Barb's vanity to pull out the chair. He turned the chair to face the bed and sat in it. Cheryl and Barb took the cue and both began peeling off my clothes. Cheryl pulled my shirt over my head and Barb removed my shorts and underwear.
"Go on, Allan. Lay down in the big bed." The covers were still strewn about from his and Cheryl's afternoon session. I saw a rather large wet spot from Cheryl's squirting orgasm, and stains from the numerous shots of semen that were still not dried. When Barb climbed on the opposite side, I was forced to lie in the enormous wet spots, but ignored their coolness as both women began fondling every part of my body but my cock.
I loved being tended to by two beautiful women, and peered over to see Phil just enjoying the show. His clothes were still in place, and he showed not a lot of excitement at that point. Barb said, "Put your head at the foot of the bed, and Cheryl and I will give you what you're looking for."
I didn't question why, as I was up for anything the women were willing to do. Both of them went to work on my cock; Cheryl up one side of my shaft, and Barb up the other. When they met at the top, Barb slipped her tongue into Cheryl's sweet mouth, where their tongues danced a bit.
Cheryl went over the top and gulped my six inches as deeply as she could, while Barb worked her way to my balls. It wasn't long before Cheryl raised one leg over my body and lowered her slick pussy to my face. I licked her entire vulva with a passion, and each of us moaned at the oral teasing of our junk.
Barb remained sucking and lapping at my hairy ball sack. I could see nothing but Cheryl's taint and the lovely dark pucker of her backside. It was then that I heard Phil say out loud, "Okay, who wants some big cock?"
"Me first!" answered Barb. "Cheryl's kind of busy right now. She positioned herself right beside Cheryl, cheek to cheek, so I had a great view of Phil's already steel hard cock when he removed his shorts and moved next to us, behind his wife. He had to be two inches longer than me and much thicker.
His cock slipped easily into his wife, plunging right down to the root. I kept licking Cheryl, much to her delight. It was Barb's turn to moan as her husband filled her pussy. Phil's eyes met mine as his hands held Barb firmly by the hip We winked again and continued plowing her.
"How about you, Cheryl? Do you want some good dick too?" My wife raised her mouth off my cock long enough to answer.
"Fuck, eyes! Give me a turn." I attempted to wriggle from under Cheryl to give him access, but Phil spoke up.
"You're good there, Allan. I've got enough room." Cheryl began sucking me in earnest, while Barb ran one hand over Cheryl's very sensitive nipples.
Before I knew it, Phil towered above my face, his firm cock pointed at Cheryl's sopping pussy. My wife raised off me and said to me, "Guide him into me, baby." I raised one hand up and, for the first time in my life, took hold of another man's penis. I tugged his foreskin back to reveal a purplish spearhead, and lined it up with Cheryl's vagina.
I still had my fingers wrapped around his tool when he pushed into her. His hanging ball sack slapped my thumb and index finger before I pulled my hand away. My eyes were fixed to where his hose met Cheryl's wide spread pussy lips. Barb called out, "Fuck her, baby!"
Phil continued thrusting until his balls slapped her taint. Cheryl's moans mixed with Barb's excited words, "She loves it! Keep going." From my position beneath my wife, Phil's cock prevented his and my eyes from meeting. His wiener became sodden with Cheryl's lubrication while his wife toyed with Cheryl's backside.
Cheryl made the same noises as she had earlier in the day, with Barb's teasing fingers and her boss's girthy cock double teaming Cheryl, as she never has experienced before. Phil's weapon looked even more immense up close, bit when Cheryl began to wail again, I wasn't ready for the deluge that would spray from her most personal place.
I watched Cheryl's watery juice spewing all over her lover's dick, balls, and thighs. Like a faucet, Cheryl drenched my face, chin and chest. And then Phil made noises like a grizzly bear - deep, guttural groans and grunts as his hips drove into my wife at a frenzied pace. I realized that Phil's climax was imminent, and I had nowhere to escape his milky jets.
My tongue had my wife at the edge of a clitoral orgasm and her thighs gripped my head like a vice. Phil's cock pushed deeply into Cheryl and stopped. He pulled back to push in again, and I saw his cock was coated with his own thin stringy slime - his first of many jets had already left him, to fill what little voids had not already been stretched by his massive tool.
He pushed in once more, and the first of his silvery load appeared between his shaft and my wife's pussy lips. Some of his goo was creating a tendril between her lips and his balls when he pulled back once more.
"Fill her up for me, baby!" cheered Barb to her man. The pillow her face was burrowed into muffled Cheryl's groans. Her hips shuddered with orgasmic energy. With a few more strokes, Phil's semen readily drooled downward and onto my nose; the warm creamy flow drizzling down my cheeks.
Phil pushed one last time and pulled out so he could squeeze out the last of his emissions. It jettisoned up and over Cheryl's backside and onto her back and shoulders. The last of it oozed from his cock head, and fell onto my forehead.
The next thing I knew, Barb had appeared over me to clean up Phil's dripping shaft. Then she moved lower, to lap up his semen from Cheryl's pussy. With no cock inside my wife, her pussy spilled out his gunk, where Barb greedily ate it up. She came down to me and opened her mouth, sharing his salty seed.
Cheryl, in her exhaustion, forgot all about my cock, and it remained steadfastly erect, and purple from her sucking. My precum oozed from my slit, with no hole available for it to lubricate. Phil lay next to my wife, the king in his king-sized bed.
Barb then took over above me, in the same sixty-nine position that I had started out with Cheryl. Barb took my cock deep, and offered me a taste of her meaty pussy lips. I ate her out while Barb pulled her mouth back to suck as hard as she could on my cock head.
I sucked Barb's erect clit, like a cock, my lips pursed as I strode up and down the sturdy nub. She let out a moan when she felt the first burst of semen from my over-sensitized dick. Then, her hips flexed when her own orgasm took her over.
Once the two of us were depleted, four bodies were laid in various positions atop their bed. Barb was first to move, telling Phil, "My turn to finish." Phil and Barb began another round of foreplay, while Cheryl and I just cuddled. The older and better-fit male was hard again in no time. The two of them fucked for the next ten minutes while Cheryl and I recovered.
When they ended their session, Phil offered the use of the shower to Cheryl and I. We spent fifteen minutes under the warm spray, and went straight to bed, where we kissed and collapsed. As I lay there in the quiet, I realized that both Cheryl and I had fallen under the sexual control of our hosts. How long had Cheryl been under his spell, and how far into this submissive spiral would Barb and Phil take us?
Before I fell asleep, Cheryl turned to me. "Are you okay, Al?"
"Yes. I think so. Are you?"
"Yes," she replied, "That was fun tonight." She rubbed my chest with her soft fingers. "Did you like Phil fucking me like that, right over top of you?'
"Cheryl, seeing him enter you and stretch you was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Hearing the sounds you make with him was very fucking hot."
"I thought so," she said, "You were the hardest I've ever felt when I was sucking you."
"I know. I thought I was going to cum just as he did, but then you stopped sucking me..."
"I'm sorry, Al. I couldn't help myself, but to just enjoy how full good it felt."
I turned and kissed my wife gently. "I love you, Cheryl."
"I love you too, baby. Good night. See you in the morning." This was going to be quite a weekend.
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