Mirror Vision; Wife Spit-roasted After Vision

Engorged and firm with increased flow of bl**d and glossy in the moonlight due to a heavy glazing of come from two lengthy cocks, my wife’s wet pussy lips part to allow the entry of Steve’s thick, extensive and stiff shaft. His soft purple helmet is enveloped by her lips. Steve groans as he sinks his fleshy organ deeper into her and up to his jiggling ball sack in her pussy. The whole atmosphere, heretofore pervaded by the heavy scent of the forest, is now dominated by the fragrance of come and sweat.

Jennifer’s lithe and bare body, amply speckled with come, writhes with pleasure as the stout man sinks his erect shaft into her. Jennifer lies prone with her back on a smooth and slightly downturned outcropping of limestone. Steve, heretofore a stranger, stands in between and up against Jennifer’s bare thighs. A towel is beneath Jennifer’s ass to help cushion it for the more extensive thrusting that is sure to come. Steve’s white ass cheeks pulse like a bellows with each of the thrusts of his massive, fully erect cock in my wife’s muff.

“That’s it baby,” declares Steve while holding my wife’s bare and wet thighs, “you want some more of my sperm in your pussy?!”

He shifts his hold to the narrowest part of her waist and back, and to the back of her head so that she is looking straight into his eyes, as he continues to pump his cock into her. Jennifer’s spread legs tremble as Steve repeatedly slides his thick wet cock into her. Steve’s bare ass pulses and throbs between my wife’s spread legs as she takes his sliding shaft.

Amy nudges me. The night so far has been, as Jennifer would have it, entirely about Jennifer. So when Amy suggests that we go swimming in the lake that is a few steps away, I don’t hesitate to agree. Though I feel partly responsible about the lack of attention Amy received so far, it is not merely for this reason that I go swimming with her. It is a beautiful summer night to swim nude, the lake water is clear and clean, there are stars in the sky, Amy is hot as Hell and I am wholeheartedly looking forward to fucking her now that my wife has taken another man’s cock and I am officially a cuckold.

As Amy and I dip our bare legs in Gillies Lake in order to get used to the temperature, Steve shifts on top of my wife. Jennifer’s spread legs tremble with the repeated thrusts from Steve’s thick cock in her wet pussy. He fucks her missionary style on the hard dolomite with only a towel as cushion. Steve’s ass moves up and down between Jennifer’s bare and prostrate legs, his cock bouncing in her pussy like a pogo stick. He fucks her wildly and pins her arms down as if r****g her, yet her pleasure-full moans and refusal to struggle reveal that she is just fine.

Steve’s rapid cock movement gives it the appearance of a riveting tool on an assembly line; injecting and pulling back with a steady rhythm until the time, near at hand, when the tool suddenly stops, trembles and oozes white sperm deep into my wife.

Jennifer jolts and moans with each thrust from Steve’s cock. Each of them breathes heavily. Steve’s cock has a white ring of come at its base, just above his ball sack, which is the point at which his shaft extends as far as it can into my wife’s pussy. Jennifer and Steve’s co-mingled come, mixed with some of my own from having fucked her a few moments before, dribbles from my wife’s pussy as Steve fucks her.

At the count of ten Amy and I jump in the water. We circle each other, kiss, laugh and neck as if part of a primal mating ritual. I push Amy’s bare body against the smooth limestone ledge and brush my now erect cock on her bare inner thighs, treading water yet holding myself steady with one hand on the ledge. I press my muscular body to hers as we kiss, my hard cock and soft ball sack smack between her thighs and nestling in her pussy lips.

“Let's get out of the water” Amy suggests with a smile.

As there is a natural ledge behind her without a ladder or steps, Amy struggles to immerge from the lake. With her bright white ass cheeks a foot above the water line, jiggling like jello in the bright moonlight as she attempts to get a leg up and out, I become extremely aroused. I climb on the ledge with her, grip her bulbous left thigh, put an arm around her chest and hold her back. Once she stops struggling, I fondle a plumb, round breast with one hand, grab and ass cheek firmly with the other, and place my stiff and lengthy shaft between Amy’s curvy and bare thighs. Pushing her upper body down on the limestone, I slide my cock in her wet pussy and pound her from behind.

With Amy’s bulbous thighs spread around my legs and her wet muff taking repeated thrusts from my shaft and wiggling balls, Amy moans loudly. I bend over her bare back and press my lips to her ear, offering encouragement. I grip her round white ass cheeks as I fuck her. Amy squirms on my immense cock as her pre-come mixes with mine, drenching my jiggling balls.

A few steps away my wife’s legs are spread wide as Steve fucks her. Her thighs quiver as she comes with Steve’s massive shaft deep inside her up to his balls. Cherishing her moans and motions of pleasure, Steve presses his cock as tightly to her pussy as he can while she comes. My wife’s pussy hood wraps over Steve’s gigantic cock as she comes on his shaft.

Steve's purple balls jiggle and his fat, greasy shaft slides at a quickened pace in my wife’s pussy. His red cock, thick with a frosting of come, shines in the moonlight as he repeatedly pounds Jennifer. She moans as he enters her pussy again and again, and fucks her fast and hard.

Steve’s cock and balls seem like a tube of frosting being emptied as he comes into Jennifer. His balls are the casing and his long nozzle is deep in my wife’s snatch, spurting his sperm deep into her.

I hold Amy firmly down on the hard ledge and fuck her doggie style, whispering in her ear as she moans with each thrust of my pulsing shaft. I alternately clutch her hair, throat, arms and bulbous ass cheeks as I drive my lengthy come-coated cock into her. Amy’s breasts are hard and she squirms lustfully. Her breasts, nipples and neck are responsive to my strong hands. My erect and lengthy shaft, dripping with comingled come, propels between her bare inner thighs and bl**d swollen muff. Caressing her neck and nipples and kneading her bulbous breasts with my strong hands, I thrust deep inside her with my shaft and listen to her moans, labored breaths and dove-like sighs.

Suddenly Steve rushes towards Amy and I with a concerned, jealous and determined look on his face like he is about to separate us. Instead of breaking Amy and I up, as I expect, he lies down on the ledge Amy is on, kisses her forehead and guides her head onto his come coated cock, moaning as she sucks him. I mistook lust for anger.

“This should stop your annoying whimpering” says Steve as he pushes Amy’s head on his stiffening cock.

With muffled groans, Amy slurps and sucks on Steve’s massive shaft of flesh as I pound her from behind. When Amy needs to breathe, Steve’s big erect organ, covered with saliva and come, flops loose in front of her open mouth and thick, wet lips.

Jennifer sits next to Steve and provides relief to both Steve and Amy. Placing his large palm on the back of my wife’s head, Steve guides her lips onto his soft purple helmet and thick, wet shaft. Jennifer wraps her soft lips around Steve’s purple fleshy helmet, gulping down on his erect shaft and straining to reach his ball sack.

Jennifer’s head bobs up and down on his cock. Steve rubs his hands in her brown hair, caresses her neck and groans with pleasure as his cock reaches the back of her throat. Steve groans deeply as his dick bounces on her vocal chords and she gargles on his stiff flesh. As she tilts her head back and opens her mouth for air, strings of saliva and come extend from her lips to his firm shaft of flesh.

Steve’s massive cock wobbles in front of my wife’s open mouth momentarily before Amy resumes sucking, slurping and smacking her lips on his manhood. As Amy coddles Steve’s swollen flesh I run my hands along Amy’s neck and in her hair, fucking her wildly with her bright ass hanging in the air. I alternately fondle Amy’s ass, hold her arms behind her back, press her slender bare back down and slide my lengthy shaft of erect flesh repeatedly into her pussy. Steve and I slide our cocks in and out of her between us. With the f***e of our thrusts, she moves back and forth, moaning and urging us to fuck her faster and harder.

Jennifer takes Amy’s arms from me and presses Amy down so I’m free to clench her ass cheeks and pound her wet pussy with my churning cock. Amy’s white, bulbous ass cheeks jiggle as I fuck her. She releases her lips from Steve’s cock in order to wail as she comes, squirming on my cock and clenching her groin muscles as she does so. As Amy roils and comes, I relish her frantic muscle spasms and her pulsing wet pussy on my engorged flesh.

“Oh fuck!” Amy squeals repeatedly. Steve shoves his swollen flesh in her mouth, stopping her voice, declaring as he does so, “God you’re loud!”

As Amy sucks and slurps on Steve, Jennifer’s mouth hovers near his organ too and just as often gets Steve’s greasy cock in her throat. Just a few feet away my wife gulps on a gigantic cock and wraps her lips around Steve’s greasy flesh nearly up to his ball sack. Steve moans and jiggles his cock around in my wife’s mouth, pushes her head down on his erect flesh and slaps his cock on the outside and inside of my wife’s cheeks. When his cock is inside her mouth a bulge appears in my wife’s cheek where his cock is thrusting, and when on the outside he slaps her cheeks with his fleshy helmet leaving streaks of saliva and come on Jennifer’s chin, cheeks, nose and lips.

“That’s it you hungry cunts,” declares Steve triumphantly, “suck on my cock!”

I pound Amy’s muff repeatedly with my jiggling purple balls smacking her pussy lips, our bare thighs slapping together and my strong hands clenching the small of her waist and one of her ass cheeks. Amy’s ass cheeks wobble with the quickened thrusts from my massive cock.

Suddenly Steve releases his cock from Amy’s mouth and begins wildly stroking himself. Jennifer holds Amy’s head and open mouth in front of Steve’s flailing purple helmet. Steve sprays Amy’s open mouth with a couple streaks of white, warm come, hitting the back of her throat. Steve moans and continues to stroke himself, groaning loudly. Jennifer laps the come from Steve’s cock with her tongue.

As Amy’s throat is frosted she is consumed by a sexual frenzy. With Amy’s arms held behind her back by Steve and Jennifer, my cock churns in Amy’s wet, silky snatch. I grip the narrow part of her waist and become enthralled, almost hypnotized, with her bucking white ass cheeks.

Amy’s sweaty white ass cheeks jiggle like jello as my strong bare thighs slap against them and I pummel her pussy with my firm fleshy hammer. Amy lurches forward with each thrust of my come-soaked cock and I grip her ass and waist tightly. As my lengthy cock repeatedly smacks Amy’s moist muff, my balls jiggle in Amy’s come-soaked pussy lips and she bucks like a wild horse.

Jennifer and Steve tighten the reins on Amy’s wild and lusty roiling. They hold Amy down, though she is slippery with come and sweat, pinning her arms to her back, choking her, spanking her and keeping her bubble ass hanging high in the air so I can hit it at the best angles. I thrust my cock as wildly in her pussy as she thrashes on me, Jennifer and Steve holding her as steady as they can so each thrust counts.

With come on her face, and six hands gripping her waist, arms and jostling ass cheeks, I spurt gobs of sperm deep in Amy’s wet, silky pussy. She flexes and squirms on my cock, her pussy pulsing and coming with the simultaneous spurts of my sperm. My cock throbs as I grip Amy’s bulbous ass cheeks and come deep in her bare wet snatch.

Before returning to the cabin the four of us swim nude and watch the stars.

This whole vacation I thought of few things that would satisfy me more than punching Steve in the face, yet now I feel more kindly towards him. Whether it is Steve’s balls or my own jammed in my wife’s pussy as she comes, someone else shoving their swollen and bloated come-soaked cock into Jennifer’s pussy, or the image I see in the mirror of the same, we’re all happy. More power to narcissistic and sullen Steve and to the image in the mirror, so long as my cock and my wife’s pussy are allowed their moments of ecstasy, pleasure and climax.

That narcissists are so enthralled with their image is neither good nor bad, it just is the way things are. Once people are aware of this, it can be used to their advantage and for the greater good, just as it is tonight at Gillies Lake. After all, narcissistic personality disorder cannot be changed or cured, only, like anger, channeled to one’s advantage and to a better purpose. Both A formidable sense of entitlement, grandiose sense of self, stunted awareness of his own hypocrisy and a face you just want to punch, Steve would stifle and dominate the air in a room with two Lady Gagas. Amy, his newfound fiancé and latest conquest at his side, dotes on him and caters, like a spellbound disciple to a prophet, to Steve’s insatiable and irrepressible need for attention and adoration. The classic narcissist, little impresses or distracts Steve beyond an inflated and mostly imagined aura of himself. As if entranced, Amy’s indigo eyes follow Steve’s movements. She attempts to cheer her idol by hooking her arm in his, smiling and hanging on each of his words. Despite Amy’s efforts and the company of my wife and I, whom he has just met, Steve looks sullen and bored, swirling the previously frozen fish on his plate with a silver fork and sighing contemptuously.

Amy and Steve are an attractive and well-off couple. Together they look like younger versions of Meg Ryan and Dennis Quaid, yet I think Amy deserves better.

With shoulder length dry blond hair, thick ruby lips, slender upturned nose, tall frame, round and ample breasts and prominent cheeks, Amy is attractive enough, yet she also possesses the slender back, bulbous thigh and bubble ass combination that drives most men, including myself, wild with desire. A woman might possess a big honker of a nose, small breasts and not have much else going for her, yet as long as she has an irresistible ass and waist like Amy (and she enjoys using it for the greater good) most men would line up to have a shot at becoming her loving and devoted husband. As a lawyer Amy is successful, likeable and wealthy, much like her unreachable and distant father who she constantly aims to please. As she seeks her father’s approbation, she likewise hunts for approval from the other men who come into her life. This is what brought her to the clutches of the likes of Steve.

At six foot one, Steve is mildly athletic, stocky, well proportioned and rich. He has a full head of wavy sable hair, high cheekbones and arresting emerald eyes. A middle level manager for an automobile company, Steve merely works for the money, a six figured salary, and does not like the work. His f****y connections bought him the job. Steve is as capricious and ambivalent with the job as he is with those he establishes relationships with. Like any narcissist, Steve will drop anyone or anything after the initial magic or excitement dissipates. Though Steve and Amy’s relationship is still relatively new, lasting about nine months so far, Steve is already bored with Amy and looking for someone else to enliven his life.

Amy, unfortunately for her, has a long habit of falling for narcissists. For Amy to be with this cantankerous, pompous, careless and mop-topped slug, Steve must have pretended to be someone he is not. Narcissists like Steve, being the chameleons that they are, can turn on charm like a faucet and lead a person to believe that through them is the only way that dreams are realized. Jennifer, my wife, befriended Amy in this way, leading Amy to believe that she needs Jennifer’s help to make her more attractive and happy. Steve, Jennifer and Amy’s father basically fill the same role, supporting Amy’s fragile sense of self.

Either that or Steve has just the gigantic and pleasing cock that Amy is looking for.

As with Amy, Jennifer fixates on Steve and doesn’t allow herself to be distracted from the prize, be that what it may. Like Steve, Jennifer is a narcissist and as such there is nothing she likes better than to see herself surrounded with new and shiny toys and to be the center of attention.

Jennifer, a high school photography teacher, is a compact, slender, athletic and beautiful brunette at thirty one years old. She looks much like Liz Hurley, except Jennifer is only five foot four. She has blue eyes, a broad mouth, high cheek bones, a small and pretty nose and a very white and Welsh-like complexion. Jennifer is very temperamental and volatile, throwing tantrums and creating chaos often with little or imagined provocation. Yet come what may, I love her wild and spicy side, for she is a delight in bed.

Not only does Jennifer crave to be the center of attention, she yearns for male attention in particular. “I love men and they love me” Jennifer once exclaimed, smiling slyly as she enunciated the words and imagining her next conquest. No man is ever off limits. Her competitive instincts are fierce and especially insatiable in the presence, as now, of the boyfriend of a friend. Months ago when Amy, Jennifer’s best friend from college, announced that she found a new beau and fiancé, Jennifer’s eyes instantly lit with fire. Jennifer seethed with envy and paced around our apartment like a caged tigress while talking with Amy on the phone, plotting for a way to win Steve over.

Jennifer determined that a shared vacation was the best way for the four of us to meet and for her to have a shot at Steve. This is how we found ourselves in Stratford, Ontario, to spend a weekend at a bed and breakfast and attend a play, The Sound of Music, at the Stratford Theater Festival. The day after the play the four of us continue on to my f****y cottage on Gillies Lake, two hundred kilometers further north.

I know better than to get in the way of Jennifer and a new toy, yet I can’t help to display my frustration with the way our vacation is panning out so far. During dinner Jennifer is intent upon winning over Steve while Amy is just as focused to keep him. If Steve was gregarious and fun to be around, there would be little problem, yet the only time he opens his mouth, which is seldom, he either puts others down or builds himself up. I pepper Steve and Amy with questions about their lives yet only get derisive and irrelevant comments or grunts from Steve, and Amy refuses to be distracted from Steve for a moment, fearing (perhaps literally) that Jennifer will get a leg up on her.

Nothing seems to please Steve, which only hardens the resolve of Jennifer and Amy to win him over. When Steve is down, which is all the time, so are Jennifer and Amy, and when Steve is upbeat and optimistic about the world, which is never, Jennifer and Amy no doubt will be that way too.

Steve disdains even to favor the restaurant he chose tonight, or to take responsibility for enlisting Amy to drag Jennifer and I here. At ninety dollars a plate the cuisine is no more extraordinary and succulent than previously frozen fish from France adorned with unsavory stalks of Brussels sprouts, the atmosphere no more extravagant, animate and uplifting than a bland, dark and isolated room full of wheezing, annoying geezers, and the immediate company no more entertaining than sullen and disapproving Steve and his pretty yet all too apparent enablers.

We are in for a long night and an even longer vacation, for if Steve is not impressed with the restaurant that set us back over two hundred and fifty dollars per person, he will be even less impressed with my f****y cottage in the wilderness north of here. As I pay the high cost of the meal – a couple of us could have flown to Paris and back for the price - I wonder what could possibly turn things around for the better, as the four of us plan to spend the next week together.

One vision that is prominent in my mind as reparations to repay me for the boring company this evening and the tremendous, unnecessary expense of dinner, is that Jennifer owes me some fantastic make-up sex. As a matter of fact, the only thing that gets me through dinner is imagining Jennifer providing some head tonight.

One thing I appreciate about Jennifer is that she has an aggressive and insatiable sexual appetite. Maybe such feelings are a reflection of her narcissistic need for attention, yet she possesses what is preternaturally and undeniably the case with all men, the constant urge to hump. Sure she has her share of convenient headaches, yet for the most part she is horny. Even a woman who doesn’t like to have sex very often, has times when she is horny and feels the need to be taken and feel a cock spurting man-milk inside her. Jennifer has this feeling, this sexual fever, pretty much all the time. It is a fever that only a fat cock, churning in her moist pussy, can satisfy.

In any case, Jennifer is definitely horny today. Upon our arrival at the Stratford Bed and Breakfast after a day-long car ride from our home in Northern Virginia, and beyond the horrendous dinner with boring company, Jennifer and I let go of some tension in our room. It is a fitting end to a long day and a recommended stress buster, rendered all the more fantastic because of double mirrors in our spacious and decorative room.

Lying with my back on a narrow, padded bench conveniently positioned before two mirrors at ninety degree angles from each other, I watch from three views at once - behind, side and front - as Jennifer’s condensed, solid, bare form cowgirls my hard, pre-come lathered cock. In the mirror that reflects her back I observe my lengthy shaft repeatedly disappearing and reappearing beneath Jennifer’s pumping white ass cheeks, and my jiggling purple balls and sack repeatedly smacking her moist pussy lips. From the side I watch Jennifer’s taut profile and her flexing thighs as she works my cock with her roiling body. Before my eyes are Jennifer’s erect round breasts, bobbing pussy (hair trimmed in a triangle, as I prefer) and bare thighs spread and flexing with my bloated and soaked cock between them.

The bench is at a level where Jennifer, with just enough freedom of movement and support, is able to churn on my stiff flesh with ease and precision. She rides the full length of my shaft from the purple head to ball-sack, without once losing her grip and letting my engorged cock fall awkwardly out. I watch Jennifer from all available angles as my balls repeatedly and incessantly slide into her pre-come soaked pussy. Clenching her bare ass cheeks tightly I slide my wet cock as far in her soft pussy as I can and hold it there as I throb and spurt heaps of warm come deep in Jennifer’s drenched snatch.

It is strange and intriguing to watch Jennifer’s reflection in the mirror. Viewing my wife’s bare and churning form from the mirror, it seems as if I am beholding some other man fucking her. It doesn’t seem like the image of a cock replicated in the mirror, is my own. Her spread and taut bare thighs appear to be pumping on another man’s wiggling purple balls and erect shaft. As I peer into the reflective glass it looks as if a stranger’s hands tightly clench my wife’s bright white young ass cheeks as his massive thrusting cock, immersed in her wet pussy, squirts his gobs of sperm within her cunt.

Such visions, to my surprise, arouse me immensely and I begin to crave for my wife to be fucked by another man. I fantasize about watching a stranger frantically sliding his throbbing cock in Jennifer’s pussy, clenching her pale ass cheeks tightly as his engaged shaft quivers in climax in her muff and fills her with his semen. I listen to their heavy breathing and impulsive moans, smell and taste the mixture of their salty sweat and come, and hold my wife’s bare waist as she reaches an orgasm with another man’s fat, long, come-drenched cock deep inside and injecting her pussy with loads of his sperm.

I am sensitive and honest by nature, and have a difficult time keeping my feelings to myself, so it is just a matter of time before Jennifer hears about my fantasy and erotic visions of her in the mirror. Despite the inevitability of informing her, I do not tell Jennifer of my fantasy before the four of us make our way to our cottage, a few hours to the North. I desire more time to think and consider how to put the fantasy in the best light so it has the least possible chance of endangering the marriage. Our marriage is already hanging by a slender thread as it is, due to clashing visions of what we want out of life, finances and a longing in each of us for sexual variety.

I hope the troubles between Jennifer and I will begin to fade once we reach our cottage. No one, least of all myself, has troubles for long, upon beholding the beauty and serenity of this beautiful land. It is always inspirational.

Situated on the edge of a national park and upon a remote lakeshore, the thousand acres of wilderness purchased by my Grandfather in the Forties, is close to my heart. The water of Gillies Lake, upon which our cottage is situated, is clean and clear. It is where I learned to sail, canoe and swim. The adjacent forest full of fragrant pines, cedars and firs, and a profusion of colorful wildflowers, is where I learned to appreciate the outdoors. Our six bedroom f****y cottage adjoins not one lake but two. Gillies Lake, three miles long, is only a short distance from massive Georgian Bay, part of Lake Huron.

Before leaving Stratford one of the owners of the bed & breakfast, an attractive middle aged blond female, smiles slyly at me and gazes a little too long at my groin. I get the distinct impression that she heard, or was watching through a keyhole or by camera, Jennifer and I having sex on the bench. Her look is enjoyable and memorable, and allows me to better appreciate the sex Jennifer and I had, believing that there may have been audience. More power to the hotel owner! Too bad we weren’t staying longer, for it would be nice to give her more of a performance, or include her in one.

Soon after arriving at our cottage, Amy and Steve go diving in nearby Fathom Five National Marine Park north of Tobermory, Ontario, and not surprisingly, Steve did not enjoy anything about it. Nothing is good enough for him, the water too cold and the dive master too distant and incompetent. Steve even went so far as to accuse the dive-master of being negligent when Steve got caught in a current and was carried away from the dive boat. Never mind that Steve is out of shape and easily panics. Jennifer and Amy, of course, hang on Steve’s every word during the tales revolving around the ineptitude of the dive-master, the inferior nature of the equipment and waters, everyone’s general failure to meet his expectations, and more.

After dinner and in a rare moment of levity, when Steve is in his room taking a nap, Amy and Jennifer talk to me about going swimming. They seem in equal proportions bashful as well as motivated by the idea, as if they are talking about something risqué as well as fun. I become aroused at the thought of jumping into the lake with Jennifer and Amy, imagining none of us wearing any clothes, and without Steve along to screw things up.

It is August and Gillies Lake is the warmest it will ever be during the year. While Gillies Lake is deep, over a hundred feet or more, the searing summer sun has warmed it for months. On top of this the most recent daily temperatures have been in the high eighties, unusually warm for this far north.

“Now we just have to convince Steve to go swimming” declares Amy cheerfully, her optimism undiminished despite living with her morose fiancé.

“Damn” I think to myself, “that jerk will certainly find a way to mess things up. He better decide not to go.”

Awaking from his nap, Steve is not convinced that swimming is a good idea. Brilliant. Unfortunately, he still agrees to go along. He isn’t going to swim, he declares, and will stay along the shoreline and watch. Damn!

As night arrives the four of us walk a short distance, in the light of the full moon, along the shoreline of Gillies Lake to a place called “fishing rock.” Here, beside a grove of white cedars, there is a glacier carved dolomite ledge of rock beyond which the water is sixty to eighty feet deep. It is the perfect place to swim. Jennifer and Amy giggle and tug at the one piece bathing suits they each wear. They appear eager to take them off. I try to think of the best words, and anticipate the best moment, to get them to do it.

“When they get close to the water” I think, “this is the time to tell them, and they will surely follow my example if I lead them.”

Amy looks, in my view, particularly fine; smiling, hands nervously cupping her curved white ass, and full breasts erect because of the cool breeze and, with any luck, sexual excitement.

I hope that I am attractive to her. I’m five feet eleven with a swimmers build, slightly receding blond, dry hair and piercing blue eyes. I’m sensitive, thoughtful and imaginative.

Amy and Jennifer look back at Steve, however, and instantly become concerned about Steve’s welfare and lethargic and dull like him. Steve, characteristically, sits morosely on an outcrop of rock like his life is about to expire. “Man, I hate that guy” I think, “if it wasn’t for him we’d all be swimming nude and enjoying the time we have together instead of dreading it.”

Thinking that sarcasm might be the best outlet for my emotion I blurt out, without giving much thought to it, “the only way you’ll get Steve in the water is by sucking his dick!”

“Really, you… wouldn’t mind?!” Jennifer responds in a serious way, as if expecting such a topic.

Jennifer turns to Amy, smiles and raises her eyebrows. Amy, wearing a half doubtful, half excited expression, smiles broadly and giggles a bit nervously. Evidently, it seems, they discussed the issue before, otherwise Amy would be more resistant and doubtful. Or maybe she thinks Jennifer is joking.

“Really, you want me to encourage him?!” Jennifer asks, returning her glace to me and smiling broadly, as if excited about the proposed task. “I mean, you really want me to?!”

Jennifer took my sarcasm seriously enough to think I intended for her to suck Steve’s cock. In truth, nudity is on my mind, yet I was not thinking of Steve.

“You want me to do it?” continues Jennifer, looking back and forth at Amy and myself. “I’ll get him in the water, you’ll see. You sure you two won’t mind?” Jennifer is game, yet are Amy and I?

I have always worn my emotions on my sleeve. It is easy to tell what I’m thinking by looking at my face or watching my actions. I blush readily, quickly and easily. I look exactly like whatever mood I am in and I take no pains to disguise such moods. I am irrepressibly honest. I’d make a terrible poker player. Emotional and straightforward as I am, I get caught up and absorbed with the sexual energy, rising and falling as it does.

Tonight my emotions betray me not so much through my face or actions as through my trunks wherein my lengthy stiff shaft of flesh bulges precipitously, unabashed and fortuitously.

Jennifer eyes my erection yet seeks further assurance that I am comfortable. It is wise for all of us to be cautious, for what Jennifer (or rather I) just proposed could be a marriage wrecker for any or all of us. Jennifer is very manipulative and once she is cleared to take an inch, she quickly takes a mile. Amy, despite all the years of friendship with Jennifer in college and afterwards, doesn’t know Jennifer as well as she could, or as well as I do.

For her part though, Amy seems resigned to allowing Jennifer to go through with her filthy plan. Amy smiles, laughs and encourages Jennifer with hand motions as well as words.

Having likely prepared Amy, Jennifer turns again to me. “Honey, you don’t mind me sucking Steve’s cock?!” she tells me nice and slowly, so there will be no room later for me to say I didn’t understand. “You’ll be fine afterward, whatever happens?!”

There is an alarming emphasis on “whatever”, yet my adrenaline and testosterone is rushing, much of it to my rising cock. I try to dissuade myself by imagining that narcissistic asshole with his greasy, fat cock in my wife’s mouth. Yet this thought only arouses me further and to frenzied proportions. I not only am not detested by the idea of my wife getting down on Steve, I realize that my fantasy at the Stratford bed and breakfast, wherein I enjoyed watching the mirror reflections of my wife getting pounded by my cock and desired to see another man do the same, is about to be fulfilled.

Thinking back to the images in the mirrors at Stratford wherein another man’s hands clutched Jennifer’s white ass cheeks as his cock spurted come inside her, and another man’s purple cock was engorged, plunging and throbbing in my wife’s wet pussy, I become wildly aroused, even though it is sullen Steve’s cock that may take the place of my own in that vision. As I think about Jennifer being handled and fucked by Steve, my cock bulges to full length in my trunks.

The cabins on the lake, what few of them there are, stand apart from each other, and ours is the furthest out from any of them. With miles of wilderness and the solitude of Georgian Bay to the North and East, virgin forest and completely natural shoreline to the West, and only a couple of cabins in the distance to the South, Jennifer and I have often enjoyed fucking outside in the warm sunlight and open air. There is only a slight risk of being heard or seen. Not that we’d mind an appreciative and respectful audience.

I look directly in Jennifer’s eyes, talking slowly and deliberately “do it, honey, I want to see you sucking Steve’s cock. I demand you do it. It will turn me on. Please, go to him. This will improve our relationship and I’m sure of it, suck Steve’s cock!” I spank her ass for emphasis and smile.

Jennifer kisses me on the forehead and smiles in return. Looking back at Amy, the two of them put their heads close together and giggle. Jennifer plods barefoot over the smoothened limestone to Steve, twenty feet away on a rock outcrop beneath white cedars. Amy and I follow her with our eyes.

Jennifer’s body is not as rounded or hourglass shaped as I prefer, yet she is athletic, light, flexible and her body adjusts well to different and varied sexual positions. She is very adaptable physically. As a runner she is slender with strong, yet feminine, thighs, much like those of a dancer or figure skater. On top of all this Jennifer often has an insatiable appetite for sex and once in such a mood will do just about anything and enjoy it all. I half dread letting her walk over to Steve, for I want to have Jennifer all to myself, yet I am more and wildly aroused by the thought of Steve fucking her right now and seeing that she enjoy it, that all else pales in comparison.

Steve, downcast and morose, doesn’t suspect or know the subject or meaning of our conversation, nor is he even looking in our direction as Jennifer approaches him. He is, as usual, blissfully content in his brooding self.

Surprised to see Jennifer before him, Steve is even more surprised to hear the inquiry from her lips “Amy and Mark think I should suck your dick to get you to join us in the water, … would you like that?”

“What did you say?” asks Steve, incredulously. Now she has his attention.

Steve looks at Amy and myself. We show him thumbs up and smiles.

He looks like he is either angry or aroused, yet I can’t read his face well enough to determine which of the two feelings he might pursue. Even someone as into himself as sullen Steve can’t refuse an offer like this, yet he stares at Jennifer with a cross and sinister, yet lustful, expression like he is going to slap her, fuck her or both.

Even though his expression doesn’t betray a particular feeling and his lips don’t move, there is movement in his pants, much movement. A huge bulge appears and strains at his pants seams, like a mole in a tunnel of earth, which Jennifer doesn’t fail to notice.

“What do we have here?!” exclaims Jennifer with a smile. She reaches down and unbuttons his fly.

Steve doesn’t move or change his expression as Jennifer pulls at his sable briefs with one hand, yet when her other hand fondles a huge, thick, erect shaft of flesh, Steve groans with pleasure and leans back, letting my wife stroke and jerk him.

Steve opens his legs, allowing my pretty brunette wife to position herself between sullen Steve’s legs. Jennifer uses a convenient towel to place between her bare knees and the hard limestone beneath. In the moonlight my wife leans forward with her auburn hair falling around Steve’s fat, greasy and erect cock. She opens her pretty mouth, sucking and slurping Steve’s swollen purple tube, looking into his eyes as she wraps her soft tongue around his fleshy helmet. Steve groans with pleasure as Jennifer grips the base of his shaft with one hand and gingerly caresses the purple head of his cock with her lips and tongue.

Nearby and in the ample full moonlight, Amy and I see everything clearly. We hold still, completely enthralled at our spouses enjoying each other.

Steve wraps a hand in Jennifer’s hair as she swallows and lavishes as much of his fat, sweaty cock as manageable. Steve’s bloated red balls jiggle as my wife’s lips and tongue throttle his tremendous slimy shaft, slurping and gulping as his stiff flesh reaches the back of her throat. Steve holds her head down on his engorged member. He grunts as she suppresses her breath for a moment and wraps her lips tightly around the lower portion of his erect shaft, her lips close to his red ball-sack. As Jennifer rises and gulps for air, Steve’s fat cock flails in front of my wife’s face. Strings of pre-come and saliva run from it to Jennifer’s lips.

I rub Amy’s bare back, caress her neck and run my hands through her long golden hair as Jennifer and Steve get to know each other better. I loosen my swim trunks to allow some space for my swollen shaft.

Steve’s wet shaft glistens in the moonlight as Jennifer strokes him and swallows his giant cock. Grunting and enjoying Jennifer’s attention immensely, Steve reaches for the top of her suit to pull it off, yet his cock is too engorged in her mouth that he can’t quite manage it. He clasps some fingers on one of her suit straps and, tugging downward, bares one of her ample, hard breasts. Jennifer gasps for breath, straightening as Steve manages to tug her suit to her waist. Her breasts and Steve’s cock jiggle as he yanks the rest of her suit to her thighs, revealing her sculpted muff.

While Jennifer prefers sensitive men, she doesn’t want them to be overly so. There are times when she just needs to be taken, ravished and aggressively and roughly fucked. Jennifer just needs to be drilled on occasion and now is such a time.

Steve realizes it. Jennifer’s suit barely drops to the limestone before Steve turns her around, bends her forward, and with help from my wife’s guiding hand, stuffs his plump, lengthy, purple cock in my little wife, pounding her doggie style.

At this point Amy and I, who are contentedly watching and listening to our spouses enjoy each other, stand and move to join them, caught up in their emotion and excitement. We take a position a few feet from Jennifer and Steve. We remove each other’s suits as Steve plunges his engorged and enlarged flesh in my wife. I peel Amy’s suit off, revealing her breasts and sculpted bush. She loosens the tie of my swim suit, shoving it down my legs as my lengthy, erect cock, leaky with pre-come, flops in the moonlight. Amy looks at my exposed and erect flesh and smiles slyly.

Jennifer moans and trembles as Steve grips her small frame, one hand clenching a bright white ass cheek and the other throttling her neck, and wildly plunges his cock in Jennifer’s pussy. Her back bent, hard and bulbous breasts jutting out, and ass cheeks and pussy pressed on his thrusting cock, Jennifer relishes the attention and pleasure.

Nothing says “I want you” to a straight female narcissist more than a big cock pounding her pussy. Even the evil queen of Snow White, the one who constantly asked “who is the fairest in all the land?” would turn away from her mirror for a thumping from Snow White’s prince.

Steve’s upper thighs slap raucously against my wife’s as he repeatedly and relentlessly stuffs her hungry pussy. Using the rock ledge as support, Jennifer clenches her teeth and thrusts her taut body and engorged, wet pussy, hard and fast on the cock that hammers her from the reverse angle. In between heavy breathing they moan and grunt as they enjoy each other’s bare bodies, with a heavy scent of come and sweat in the forest air.

Her mouth wide open and head turned sideways to look at Steve as he fucks her, Jennifer begins thrusting rowdily and impulsively, and moaning loudly, as she gets stuffed by Steve’s fat, greasy cock. Steve pauses as my wife freezes, then squirms and comes on his cock. He holds the small of her waist and squeezes one of her bright and sweaty white ass cheeks as he shoves his shaft of engorged flesh as deep in her pussy as the two of them can manage. Jennifer pushes from the rock, roils and about knocks Steve backward as she surges and bucks upon his fat cock, getting as much of it stuffed in her as she can. Steve, groaning deeply, moves his hands to the small of her bare back, breathing hard, holding her firmly and relishing her movement on his swollen tube of flesh.

Lust, like a fever, has all four of us in its grip and to frenzied proportions so that each of us is seized and centered by it. Amy and I intently watch and feel our spouses, or spouse-to-be, as they take pleasure in each other. Amy rubs Steve’s broad shoulders and strong upper arms and legs as he thrusts his cock in my wife. I massage the curve of Jennifer’s waist, bulbous thighs and thin neck as she bucks, trembles and comes with Steve’s cock inside her. Amy looks lustily at my dangling and swollen flesh dripping with pre-come as I admire Amy’s triangle shaped muff, each of us looking forward to going to these destinations yet too captivated with Jennifer and Steve to go there just now.

As Jennifer roils and her bright white ass cheeks tremble on Steve’s come-drenched cock, Amy and I place our hands on Jennifer and Steve, taking part with and adding to their pleasure. I fondle one of Jennifer’s ass cheeks and run my hands through her hair, with my erect flesh flopping by Jennifer’s open mouth. Amy rubs Steve’s shoulders.

As Steve and Jennifer resume their heavy breathing and frenzied thrusting, Amy and I place helpful hands here and there. We lift Jennifer’s thighs and help hold her perpendicular to Steve’s thrusting cock, and massage Jennifer as she squirms on Steve’s erect and wet shaft.

Steve releases his hold on my wife’s waist as she finishes an orgasm. He pulls firmly yet gently on the end of her hair, wrapping it around one hand while gripping a bright round moonlit ass cheek with the other, and pounds Jennifer fast and furiously with his massive cock. Steve’s soggy purple headed warrior goes for repeated helpings of Jennifer’s hair pie, adding and plunging into an increasing amount of white frosting with each serving.

“Yes, ooh, yes, what a pussy!” Steve gloats to my wife as he aggressively fucks her, talking more than he did all weekend at Stratford, “how do you like that cock, baby?! That feel good?! You like it don’t you?! You like my cock pounding your pussy don’t you?! C’mon let me hear you moan baby!”

With each thrust of his swollen flesh, Jennifer lurches forward. Her ass cheeks and breasts tremble with the big jostling balls that repeatedly kiss her pussy lips. Her breasts jut forward and her mouth opens wide as Steve plunges his enlarged and engorged shaft of flesh into my wife. They breathe heavy and moan as their thighs slap together. Jennifer thrusts her ass as fast and hard as Steve works his shaft in her pussy. Frantically, f***efully and loudly she urges him on, pleading for Steve to stuff her pussy and fill it with his come.

Our nostrils filled with the scent of their sweat and come, Amy and I watch Steve’s purple balls and sack jiggle as they repeatedly meet and smack my wife’s moist pussy lips. Amy and I hold and brace Jennifer as she lurches on Steve’s pounding cock and comes a second time, gushing come on Steve’s gigantic, wet cock.

Steve pauses, triumphant in his sexual prowess and relishing the feeling of my wife’s pulsing pussy wrapped around his erect flesh. He holds her ass cheek and the end of her medium length brown hair as Jennifer squirms on his cock. Relinquishing her grip on the rock ledge and reaching behind her to catch hold of Steve’s leg, Jennifer attempts to press Steve further on her throbbing pussy, yet his come-soaked ball-sack is already as smack against her pussy, and his cock as deep, as possible. In the moonlight my wife’s white ass cheeks tremble on Steve’s enormous cock. Jennifer’s erect breasts jut forward as she arches her back and looks skyward with her mouth open wide in prolonged groaning and ecstasy.

While savoring Jennifer’s orgasm and her frenzied squirming for a while, Steve holds Jennifer’s arms behind her back and pounds her pussy furiously with his come-drenched cock. Jennifer responds by bucking on Steve’s cock as furiously as Steve fucks her. His frenzied thrusts increase in intensity even as they shorten in length, his balls jiggle faster and their moans louder. “Oh, what a pussy!” declares Steve triumphantly “God, what a pussy!”

Clenching Jennifer’s ass cheeks tightly, Steve groans deeply and spurts gobs of warm sperm in my wife’s pussy. With her soft, wet pink pussy tight on Steve’s throbbing, coming cock, my hands griping her waist and neck, my erect cock by her face, and holding her thighs, Jennifer relishes the bursts of Steve’s sperm and his pulsing cock. My wife, a runner, tightens her groin muscles around Steve’s come-soaked shaft of flesh as it gushes warm white spew deep inside her birth canal. Steve, groaning loudly, empties the contents of his balls in my wife’s drenched snatch.

I hope she’s taking her pills.

Releasing his grip on my wife’s ass cheeks, Steve’s semi-hard, wet and spent cock flops out of Jennifer’s muff, leaving traces of his man-juice sparkling in the moonlight on my wife’s pussy lips and bare round thighs. His cock is fully lathered with commingled come from my wife’s pussy.

Jennifer, still horny and still looking forward to another orgasm, grips the rock ledge and sighs at the removal of Steve’s greasy cock. I grip her ass with a strong hand and move behind her as she turns to look at me, surprised to feel my hard cock moving along her inner thighs.

“You’ve been a bad wife” I tell Jennifer with a sly smile, “in fact, you’ve been a dirty, horny slut! Do you know what happens when you fuck another man in front of your husband, you dirty whore?!”

Jennifer doesn’t answer. I continue to move my erect flesh on the inside of her thigh, getting it wet with commingled come and sweat from herself and Steve.

“Do you know what happens, do you?!” I spank her ass for emphasis.

“Answer me!” I spank her repeatedly, rubbing my shaft and soft purple helmet perpendicular with and in her come-soaked pussy lips.

“No” Jennifer whimpers with pleasure.

“You get spanked and pounded by my cock you dirty whore!”

I smack my greasy cock on Jennifer’s bare ass cheeks, spank her repeatedly and immerse my lengthy shaft in Jennifer’s come-filled snatch. We moan together as I grip both of Jennifer’s ass cheeks and churn my massive cock in her soft and puffed up pussy drenched with another man’s come.

My thrusting shaft creates a bit of a vacuum that sucks co-mingled come, her own and Steve’s, to my thrusting shaft. The come dribbles down her thighs. It soaks my cock and the forefront of my churning balls. There is so much come that while churning Jennifer’s pussy, I feel it preferable, once or twice, to swipe my erect flesh on Jennifer’s inner thighs and ass cheeks in order to dry it off and feel her pussy better. Jennifer moans as I do so, and louder when I shove my lengthy cock back in her pussy and begin fucking her again.

With Amy tightly and firmly gripping Jennifer’s neck, perhaps a little too tightly, I clench my wife’s bright white ass cheeks and repeatedly slide my wet cock in her come-filled pussy. Jennifer braces herself on the ledge as my thrusts quicken. My ball-sack jiggles against her pussy lips, our groans deepen and the slapping of our thighs, along with the beating her pussy is taking from my cock, increases in f***efulness.

Our voices rise and our breathing becomes heavy as I pummel my wife’s wet pussy with my swollen shaft of flesh, fucking her pussy for the boring vacation, pounding her pussy for the expensive dinner and, as much as I enjoyed it, hammering her pussy for letting another man fuck her. “Fuck me!” demands Jennifer repeatedly (she knows I like it) as I thrust and slide my long tube of swollen flesh in her insatiable come-filled pussy.

I tightly clench her round ass cheeks and grunt, spurting gobs of white sperm deep in her soft, pink, pulsing pussy. Jennifer pushes against me, getting as much of my gushing, throbbing cock as she can, coming with me, her pussy pulsing on my cock and her ass cheeks trembling like huge bowls of shaken jello. I thrust my cock inside her as deeply as I can, holding her roiling and bucking body against me and relishing her movement upon my erupting shaft of swollen purple flesh.

With my shaft engorged in Jennifer’s pussy, now filled with come from two men as well as her own, and sweat dripping from my forehead on Jennifer’s bare back, I look at Amy and smile. Kissing Amy and running my strong hands around her bulbous thighs, I firmly tell Amy in no uncertain terms “Steve and I are going to fuck and fill your pussy next, honey, and you’re going to have more orgasms than Jennifer.”

Amy is horny and ready for an enormous cock or two, yet I realize that even after receiving gobs of sperm from two men in her pussy, Jennifer is still very much in the mood for more. She has not experienced two men fucking her at once before, is experiencing multiple orgasms and doesn’t want them to stop. As my cock sags after just coming in Jennifer, Steve, resting for a while beside us, strokes his massive, slightly hooked, tube of flesh to full length, insists that Jennifer get on her back and spread her legs, and prepares to enter my wife again.

Engorged and firm with increased flow of bl**d and glossy in the moonlight due to a heavy glazing of come from two lengthy cocks, my wife’s wet pussy lips part to allow the entry of Steve’s thick, extensive and stiff shaft. His soft purple helmet is enveloped by her lips. Steve groans as he sinks his fleshy organ deeper into her and up to his jiggling ballsack in her pussy. The whole atmosphere, heretofore pervaded by the heavy scent of the forest, is now dominated by the fragrance of come and sweat.

Jennifer’s lithe and bare body, amply speckled with come, writhes with pleasure as the stout man sinks his erect shaft into her. Jennifer lies prone with her back on a smooth and slightly downturned outcropping of limestone. Steve, heretofore a stranger, stands in between and up against Jennifer’s bare thighs. A towel is beneath Jennifer’s ass to help cushion it for the more extensive thrusting that is sure to come. Steve’s white ass cheeks pulse like a bellows with each of the thrusts of his massive, fully erect cock in my wife’s muff.

“That’s it baby,” declares Steve while holding my wife’s bare and wet thighs, “you want some more of my sperm in your pussy?!”

He shifts his hold to the narrowest part of her waist and back, and to the back of her head so that she is looking striaght into his eyes, as he continues to pump his cock into her. Jennifer’s spread legs temble as Steve repeatedly slides his thick wet cock into her. Steve’s bare ass pulses and throbs between my wife’s spread legs as she takes his sliding shaft.

Amy nudges me. The night so far has been, as Jennifer would have it, entirely about Jennifer. So when Amy suggests that we go swimming in the lake that is a few steps away, I don’t hesitate to agree. Though I feel partly responsible about the lack of attention Amy received so far, it is not merely for this reason that I go swimming with her. It is a beautiful summer night to swim nude, the lake water is clear and clean, there are stars in the sky, Amy is hot as Hell and I am wholeheartedly looking forward to fucking her now that my wife has taken another man’s cock and I am officially a cuckold.

As Amy and I dip our bare legs in Gillies Lake in order to get used to the temperature, Steve shifts on top of my wife. Jennifer’s spread legs tremble with the repeated thrusts from Steve’s thick cock in her wet pussy. He fucks her missionary style on the hard dolomite with only a towel as cushion. Steve’s ass moves up and down between Jennifer’s bare and prostrate legs, his cock bouncing in her pussy like a pogo stick. He fucks her wildly and pins her arms down as if r****g her, yet her pleasure-full moans and refusal to struggle reveal that she is just fine.

Steve’s rapid cock movement gives it the appearance of a riveting tool on an assembly line; injecting and pulling back with a steady rhythm until the time, near at hand, when the tool suddenly stops, trembles and oozes white sperm deep into my wife.

Jennifer jolts and moans with each thrust from Steve’s cock. Each of them breathes heavily. Steve’s cock has a white ring of come at its base, just above his ballsack, which is the point at which his shaft extends as far as it can into my wife’s pussy. Jennifer and Steve’s co-mingled come, mixed with some of my own from having fucked her a few moments before, dribbles from my wife’s pussy as Steve fucks her.

At the count of ten Amy and I jump in the water. We circle each other, kiss, laugh and neck as if part of a primal mating ritual. I push Amy’s bare body against the smooth limestone ledge and brush my now erect cock on her bare inner thighs, treading water yet holding myself steady with one hand on the ledge. I press my muscular body to hers as we kiss, my hard cock and soft ballsack smack between her thighs and nestling in her pussy lips.

We are there for some time before Amy suggests, with a smile, that we get out of the water and join our partners.

As there is a natural ledge behind her without a ladder or steps, Amy struggles to immerge from the lake. With her bright white ass cheeks a foot above the water line, jiggling like jello in the bright moonlight as she attempts to get a leg up and out, I become extremely aroused. I climb on the ledge with her, grip her bulbous left thigh, put an arm around her chest and hold her back. Once she stops struggling, I fondle a plumb, round breast with one hand, grab and ass cheek firmly with the other, and place my stiff and lengthy shaft between Amy’s curvy and bare thighs. Pushing her upper body down on the limestone, I slide my cock in her wet pussy and pound her from behind.

With Amy’s bulbous thighs spread around my legs and her wet muff taking repeated thrusts from my shaft and wiggling balls, Amy moans loudly. I bend over her bare back and press my lips to her ear, offering encouragement. I grip her round white ass cheeks as I fuck her. Amy squirms on my immense cock as her pre-come mixes with mine, drenching my jiggling balls.

A few steps away my wife’s legs are spread wide as Steve fucks her again. Her thighs quiver as she comes with Steve’s massive shaft deep inside her up to his balls. Cherishing her moans and motions of pleasure, Steve presses his cock as tightly to her pussy as he can while she comes. My wife’s pussy hood wraps over Steve’s gigantic cock as she comes on his shaft.

As Steve resumes fucking her, his purple balls jiggle and his fat, greasy shaft slides in my wife’s pussy at a quickened pace. His red cock, thick with a frosting of come, shines in the moonlight as he repeatedly pounds Jennifer. She moans as he enters her pussy again and again, and fucks her fast and hard.

Steve’s cock and balls seem like a tube of frosting being emptied as he comes into Jennifer. His balls are the casing and his long nozzle is deep in my wife’s snatch, spurting his sperm deep into her.

I hold Amy firmly down on the hard ledge and fuck her doggie style, whispering in her ear as she moans with each thrust of my pulsing shaft. I alternately clutch her hair, throat, arms and bulbous ass cheeks as I drive my lengthy come coated cock into her. Amy’s breasts are hard and she squirms lustfully. Her breasts, nipples and neck are responsive to my strong hands. My erect and lengthy shaft, dripping with comingled come, propels between her bare inner thighs and bl**d swollen muff. Caressing her neck and nipples and kneading her bulbous breasts with my strong hands, I thrust deep inside her with my shaft and listen to her moans, labored breaths and dove-like sighs.

Suddenly Steve rushes towards Amy and I with a concerned, jealous and determined look on his face like he is about to separate us. Instead of breaking Amy and I up, as I expect, he lies down on the ledge Amy is on, kisses her forehead and guides her head onto his come coated cock, moaning as she sucks him. I mistook lust for anger.

“This should stop your annoying whimpering” says Steve as he pushes Amy’s head on his stiffening cock.

With muffled groans, Amy slurps and sucks on Steve’s massive shaft of flesh as I pound her from behind. When Amy needs to breathe, Steve’s big erect organ, covered with saliva and come, flops loose in front of her open mouth and thick, wet lips.

Jennifer sits next to Steve, providing relief to both Steve and Amy, for with his large palm on the back of my wife’s head, Steve guides her lips onto his soft purple helmet and thick, wet shaft. Jennifer wraps her soft lips around Steve’s purple fleshy helmet, gulping down on his erect shaft and straining to reach his ballsack.

Jennifer’s head bobs up and down on his cock. Steve rubs his hands in her brown hair, caresses her neck and groans with pleasure as his cock reaches the back of her throat. Steve groans deeply as his dick bounces on her vocal chords and she gargles on his stiff flesh. As she tilts her head back and opens her mouth for air, strings of saliva and come extend from her lips to his firm shaft of flesh.

Steve’s massive cock wobbles in front of my wife’s open mouth momentarily before Amy resumes sucking, slurping and smacking her lips on his manhood. As Amy coddles Steve’s swollen flesh I run my hands along Amy’s neck and in her hair, fucking her wildly with her bright ass hanging in the air. I alternately fondle Amy’s ass, hold her arms behind her back, press her slender bare back down and slide my lengthy shaft of erect flesh repeatedly into her pussy. Steve and I slide our cocks in and out of her between us. With the f***e of our thrusts, she moves back and forth, moaning and urging us to fuck her faster and harder.

Jennifer takes Amy’s arms from me and presses Amy down so I’m free to clench her ass cheeks and pound her wet pussy with my churning cock. Amy’s white, bulbous ass cheeks jiggle as I fuck her. She releases her lips from Steve’s cock in order to wail as she comes, squirming on my cock and clenching her groin muscles as she does so. As Amy roils and comes, I relish her frantic muscle spasms and her pulsing wet pussy on my engorged flesh.

“Oh fuck!” Amy squeals repeatedly. Steve shoves his swollen flesh in her mouth, stopping her voice, declaring as he does so, “God you’re loud!”

As Amy sucks and slurps on Steve, Jennifer’s mouth hovers near his organ too and just as often gets Steve’s greasy cock in her throut. Just a few feet in front of me my wife gargles a gigantic cock and wraps her lips around Steve’s greasy flesh nearly up to his ballsack. Steve moans and jiggles his cock around in my wife’s mouth, pushes her head down on his erect flesh and slaps his cock on the outside and inside of my wife’s cheeks. When his cock is inside her mouth a bulge appears in my wife’s cheek where his cock is thrusting, and when on the outside he slaps her cheeks with his fleshy helmet leaving streaks of saliva and come on Jennifer’s chin, cheeks, nose and lips.

“That’s it you hungry cunts,” declares Steve triumphantl, “suck on my cock!”

I pound Amy’s muff repeatedly with my jiggling purple balls smacking her pussy lips, our bare thighs slapping together and my strong hands clenching the small of her waist and one of her ass cheeks. Amy’s ass cheeks wobble with the quickened thrusts from my massive cock.

Suddenly Steve releases his cock from Amy’s mouth and begins wildly stroking himself. Jennifer holds Amy’s head and open mouth in front of Steve’s flailing purple helmet. Steve sprays Amy’s open mouth with a couple streaks of white, warm come, hitting the back of her throat. Steve moans and continues to stroke himself, groaning loudly. Jennifer laps the come from Steve’s cock with her tongue.

As Amy’s throat is frosted she is consumed by a sexual frenzy. With Amy’s arms held behind her back by Steve and Jennifer, my cock churns in Amy’s wet, silky snatch. I grip the narrow part of her waist and become enthralled, almost hypnotized, with her bucking white ass cheeks.

Amy’s sweaty white ass cheeks jiggle like jello as my strong bare thighs slap against them and I pummel her pussy with my firm fleshy hammer. Amy lurches forward with each thrust of my come-soaked cock and I grip her ass and waist tightly. As my lenghty cock repeatedly smacks Amy’s moist muff, my balls jiggle in Amy’s come-soaked pussy lips and she bucks like a wild horse.

Jennifer and Steve tighten the reins on Amy’s wild and lusty roiling. They hold Amy down, though she is slippery with come and sweat, pinning her arms to her back, choking her, spanking her and keeping her bubble ass hanging high in the air so I can hit it at the best angles. I thrust my cock as wildly in her pussy as she thrashes on me, Jennifer and Steve holding her as steady as they can so each thrust counts.

With come on her face, and six hands gripping her waist, arms and jostling ass cheeks, I spurt gobs of sperm deep in Amy’s wet, silky pussy. She flexes and squirms on my cock, her pussy pulsing and coming with the simultaneous spurts of my sperm. My cock throbs as I grip Amy’s bulbous ass cheeks and come deep in in her bare wet snatch.

Before returning to the cabin the four of us swim nude and watch the stars.

This whole vacation I thought of few things that would satisfy me more than punching Steve in the face, yet now I feel more kindly towards him. Whether it is Steve’s balls or my own jammed in my wife’s pussy as she comes, someone else shoving their swollen and bloated come-soaked cock into Jennifer’s pussy, or the image I see in the mirror of the same, we’re all happy. More power to narcissistic and sullen Steve and to the image in the mirror, so long as my cock and my wife’s pussy are allowed their moments of ecstasy, pleasure and climax.

That narcissists are so enthralled with their image is neither good nor bad, it just is the way things are. Once people are aware of this, it can be used to their advantage and for the greater good, just as it is tonight at Gillies Lake. After all, narcissistic personality disorder cannot be changed or cured, only, like anger, channeled to one’s advantage and to a better purpose. Both Steve and Jennifer, narcissists that they are, love sex and the attention and pleasure it brings, yet it is also the way for all four of us to come together and have a better vacation. Thus, let every narcissist have the attention they crave.

Tonight at Gillies Lake is the fulfillment of my fantasy at the Stratford Bed & Breakfast wherein my wife’s pussy was balled, stuffed and creamed by a lengthy and bloated cock belonging to someone else.

Coming on and in each other, brought us together as friends. We are inseparable, literally, from this night on.

Walk out to the lakeside at sunset and there is Jennifer nude and on top of Steve in a hammock, cowgirling his massive cock. I watch with pleasure as his jiggling red balls empty sperm into my wife.

In the twilight there I am with Amy in a canoe, pulling down her light blue panties and fucking her on the surface of the lake, out of view of most cottages yet within view from some.

Rise for breakfast and witness Steve with his fat greasy cock in my wife, fucking her on the table doggie style amid pancakes and maple syrup.

At night witness Steve and I with Jennifer prone between us, coming in both her mouth and pussy.

Everyone should toss away conventional and conservative views and enjoy the freedom and pleasure that the polyamorous lifestyle allows.

Steve and Jennifer, narcissists that they are, love sex and the attention and pleasure it brings, yet it is also the way for all four of us to come together and have a better vacation. Thus, let every narcissist have the attention they crave.

Tonight at Gillies Lake is the fulfillment of my fantasy at the Stratford Bed & Breakfast wherein my wife’s pussy was balled, stuffed and creamed by a lengthy and bloated cock belonging to someone else.

Coming on and in each other, brought us together as friends. We are inseparable, literally, from this night on.

Walk out to the lakeside at sunset and there is Jennifer nude and on top of Steve in a hammock, cowgirling his massive cock. I watch with pleasure as his jiggling red balls empty sperm into my wife.

In the twilight there I am with Amy in a canoe, pulling down her light blue panties and fucking her on the surface of the lake, out of view of most cottages yet within view from some.

Rise for breakfast and witness Steve with his fat greasy cock in my wife, fucking her on the table doggie style amid pancakes and maple syrup.

One night Steve and I have Jennifer prone between us as we come in her mouth and pussy.
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2 months ago
A fine tale!
2 years ago
Great story. Never be able to stay at a Stratford BNB and not wonder if you were there.
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2 years ago
amazing story