Three of us were watching her bob down on him, and the way Izzie was looking at her friend sucking on her date made me feel certain she must have already done this with him herself. Had it gone that far after their yoga classes? Surely she would have given me better hints if it had.
Perhaps something had happened at the night club, or in the taxi to Marie’s house.
I watched Mason calmly taking off his shirt, and step out of his pants, before laying down on Marie’s bed. I’ll bet he’d had threesomes before. I found that I envied him that, even if I didn’t want to cheat on my wife myself. The way two such beautiful, graceful women paid him such attention. Lying down either side of him, both licking his long shaft, kissing its tip, taking it in turns to take that huge thing in their mouths.
After a while, Izzie was moving back, ushering her friend up onto Mason so that she straddled his hips. At some point she had lost her panties. I saw glimpses of Marie’s pink pussy, as hairless as Izzie’s, as was the trend these days, I supposed. Marie being a single girl now as well.
Izzie was sucking on Mason’s cock as her friend pushed her bare behind toward it. Getting him ready for her.
It was Izzie who rolled the condom down Mason’s shaft, and then Izzie who grasped hold of the man’s cock and positioned it at her friend’s entrance, so that Marie could ease back and take the man inside her.
The bliss was all over Marie’s face as the man filled her, stretched her, his dark hands, his huge cock striking in their contrast with her pale flesh. Izzie watched closely as Marie rode him, and my wife was even stroking the base of the man’s cock as he entered her best friend.
I was on fire as I watched them. Marie, who could have been mine that night, riding the powerful man like a wild cowgirl. Izzie shuffling around on her knees to Mason’s head, before lifting a leg to climb over his face, pressing her sex down on his eager mouth while Marie continued to writhe on his pole.
The two gorgeous women were grinning wickedly at each other as they both rode the leviathan. I got the sense that they’d done this before, probably in college. They weren’t intimate with each other, but they weren’t squeamish about fucking this man in the presence of each other.
I watched them using him like some kind of a sex toy, giggling as they switched places, and Izzie squeezed his great beast inside her willing pussy. It was energetic, athletic sex, and watching them I felt sure I wouldn’t have kept up. My fitness levels weren’t exactly tip-top. The women were pink-cheeked with perspiration soon evident in their hair. Mason was soon glistening with sweat, particularly as he got up on his knees to enter my wife from behind, pounding into her doggy-style.
The women hugged as he fucked them in turn, though they weren’t kissing each other. The expressions on Marie’s and Izzie’s faces as he shoved that enormous cock inside their tight pussies was priceless. The hardness of their nipples once their bras came off, the look of sheer ecstasy on their faces as he filled them, as he pistoned into them.
I had the strange feeling of being faintly jealous that he was fucking Marie, as well as his fucking of my wife herself. It doubled the intensity of watching them play, after an evening in which Izzie had been trying to set me up with her friend.
I watched him fucking Marie and then Izzie missionary-style, the way both women shuddered to formidable orgasms as he took them like that, kissing the mouth of the woman he wasn’t penetrating.
I saw him return to give Marie another dose of his beast, to turn her orgasm multiple, and then he was pulling out of her, and Izzie was pulling off his condom, enveloping his bare cock with her mouth.
I saw the man pumping his come into my wife’s mouth — so much of it, it seemed, that Izzie couldn’t quite contain all of it, with some dribbling out of her mouth and down onto her breasts.
What an incredible sight I received through those binoculars. The usual conflicted emotions heightened because of what had gone on that evening with Marie. I didn’t want to come myself as I sat there in the car. It wasn’t necessarily just about the mess I would create — I worried about the come-down afterward. How I would feel once my orgasm was through, and Izzie and Marie remained lying in that bed with Mason.
I watched them lying with him, stroking him, kissing him as he softened, as he prepared for round two, and I tried to calm down. It wasn’t easy. Watching Izzie gently rubbing his come into her breasts, her fingers dipping down to touch herself between the legs.
Maybe I’d have some kind of a stroke if they went at it again and I reacted as I had done the first time.
I noted how firmly Marie was wrapped against Mason’s body, and then Izzie was pulling herself up from the bed, saying something to them before disappearing off to the bathroom.
I cooled down, wondered if it was probably time to head on back home. The three of them might wake in the night for more, or hook up again in the morning, but I was getting tired, it wasn’t worth staying awake on the off chance I caught something, and sleeping in the car was going to kill my back. I watched Marie snuggling with Mason, and fully expected her to lean over to turn out the bedside lamp, and that would be that.
I was about to turn the key in the ignition, to fire up the engine for the ride home.
Then there was a knock on my window. God, it scared the bejesus out of me.
Naturally, my panicking paranoid brain jumped to the assumption that it was the cops, a quiet neighborhood patrol happening by, checking out the guy in the car parked in front of a house nobody lived in.
It was Izzie.
She walked around to open the passenger side door and climb in.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?”
“I could probably ask you the same question,” she was all smiles as she sat down. She was wearing her coat, but as she sat it flapped open and I could see she was naked underneath, aside from her stockings.
Door closed, she shivered, but appreciated the heat inside my car.
“Just thought I’d stroll on over, check on my sweetheart.”
She leaned over to kiss me, and it was such a thrill to have her there, so soon after what I’d just witnessed. I could smell him on her, I could smell sex. I kissed her pretty mouth, the lips that had stretched around Mason’s huge cock, it was so wrong it had me straight back up to full hardness.
Her hand was in my lap, quick in finding just how hard I was.
“Been enjoying the show, then?” she smiled, breathless as she broke away from our kiss.
“Uh-huh,” I said, sitting back as she fumbled with my fly. My hand found its way to her bare breast, feeling her soft skin, her stiff nipples. “I never thought you were going to bring Marie in on the action.”
Izzie grinned, and brushed her long auburn hair back behind her shoulder, out of her face. “You must have, you’re here, aren’t you? You figured out her clue.”
I shook my head. “Thought she was going to give you guys her bedroom. You know, sleep on the couch.”
She laughed, stroking my cock through my pants. “We used to do this all the time in college. Does that shock you?”
“I wouldn’t use the word ‘shock’,” I smiled, reaching for another kiss, reveling in her depravity, the intoxicating scent of sex about her.
She pulled my hardness out from my pants, her hands cool but warming up quickly as she held my full girth, slowly pumped.
I glanced to the side, down to Marie’s house. Even without the binoculars, I could see fairly clearly that things were warming up again between Mason and Marie. They were kissing, but she was now lying on her back, and he had one hand between her thighs, warming her up for a little more fun.
“You’re going to miss out on the next round with your kick-boxer,” I warned my wife.
She smiled, and briefly ducked down to kiss the tip of my cock. Then she said, “I think I’ll let Marie handle this one.”
Izzie kissed my tip once again, licked it. She moaned, almost purring contentedly, then it was my turn to moan as I felt my hardness engulfe
d by the wet heat of her mouth. There wasn’t a lot of light in there to see what she was doing, since we were up the hill above the streetlight, the trees overhead blocking out the light from the moon. My gaze fell naturally to the side, toward the light of Marie’s house.
“What are they doing?” Izzie asked in between bobs down on my hardness.
“Probably making out like teenagers,” I said, trying to indicate that I hadn’t really been trying to watch, that my focus was on her.
But she handed me the binoculars. “I don’t want ‘probably’,” she said with a grin, then sank back down on my manhood.
I put the spy glasses to my eyes and peered across the street. Mason was now kneeling between Marie’s thighs, kissing his way down her stomach, pulling her legs wide apart.
“He’s… he’s going down on her…” I said.
“Wonderful…” Izzie said between mouthfuls. “She needs a man… like that…he enjoying it?”
“They both are.”
Marie was lying back clutching her breasts, her eyes closing, her mouth opening as the huge guy covered her sex with his mouth.
“Good…” Izzie said, breaking off to lick and kiss around the tip of my cock. “She’s missed out on that… I mean, I’ve always had you… to do that for me…”
“You sound as though you’re giving him to her,” I said.
She laughed. “I think that’s what this has all been about,” she said. “I tried to give her you, but that didn’t work out.”
“You had too many hang-ups,” I said. “I could see it, Marie could see it.”
“I did not.”
“You weren’t 100% sure you could handle seeing me with her.”
“Maybe not 100%… but Marie needs someone. She’s been too distracted by what we’re up to, to sort herself out.”
For a big guy with a huge cock that could make women sing by itself, Mason sure did seem to enjoy the taste between Marie’s thighs. He was lapping at her, sucking on her pussy, a man possessed. She was writhing and panting for breath as though she’d just run a 200m sprint.
“You know, you guys would have been good together,” Izzie said, pushing herself up.
I kissed her mouth, then offered her the binoculars so she could see Marie and Mason for herself.
“And if it had happened, and we had been really good together, you wouldn’t have been blown apart by jealousy?” I asked her.
“I don’t know if I have the right to be any more.”
“Of course you do. Even I still get jealous.”
“Seriously? I didn’t think you did.”
I shrugged. “It all just adds to the fun for me.”
She laughed, “My God, my husband’s so kinky.”
She handed the binoculars back to me, then sank down on my cock once again. After a few moments enjoying her attention, I turned to see how Marie was getting on. She was doing almost the same to Mason as Izzie was to me. Except that Marie had a tougher time getting Mason in her mouth.
“He’s a big guy,” I said. “You’re really just going to hand him over to someone else?”
“I’m sure… she won’t mind… sharing… sometimes…”
“Right…” I said.
Leisurely licking my shaft, she said, “You know we did it a lot in college.”
“Must have been some happy guys at college.”
“I can share anything with her.”
“Anything?”
Izzie grinned. “Anything. You know, some day it is going to happen.”
“Uh-huh?”
“I want to see it. Even if I have to tie you down.”
I laughed. “I thought you preferred to be the one tied down.”
“I’m flexible.”
I glanced over at the house. Mason pulled Marie up his body — he had the easy strength to grab her biceps and just haul her up there. They kissed, gazing into each others’ eyes. They were a good match. Marie wiggled her butt, stroking his cock with her sex.
“What’re they doing?” Izzie asked.
“She’s just about to… take him inside her…” If talking about sex with my wife had always been slightly awkward, I would have thought discussing someone else’s sex would be far worse. I guess we really were progressing on the communication.
“Inside her pussy?”
The word seemed strange in my wife’s mouth. Kinda hot, though.
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it,” Izzie suddenly demanded. “Say you’re watching a man slide his cock inside my best friend’s pussy.”
“I’m watching a man slide his cock inside your best friend’s pussy,” I said.
Izzie giggled. “See? We are getting better at talking about this stuff.”
“Right.”
Izzie pulled up, and seemed to watch me as I peered across at Mason rolling Marie over onto the bed — to slide back inside her as he spooned up against her. It was slow, affectionate, as opposed to the more rampant, physical sex he’d enjoyed when Izzie had been there as well.
Maybe the two of them really were right for more than just a one night stand.
Still slowly pumping me in her hands, Izzie took the binoculars from me. I reached inside her coat, swept my hand over her smooth, warm skin, tried to tuck my hand down between her thighs, though she wasn’t in a position to facilitate it.
Izzie said, “Let’s go home. I want you to fuck me, and we’ll break something if we do it in here.”
“You’re not going back in there?” I was a little surprised at her change of strategy.
“I have all I need here,” she said. “And I think those two need a little alone time…”
She sat back in the passenger seat, and now I was able to reach over and slide my hand down over her thigh, and up to find the warm wetness between her legs.
Izzie moaned as I touched her there, as I drew a finger along her slippery folds, then dipped it inside her.
Then she said, “What’re you waiting for? Drive. I need your big, hard cock inside me, right now.”
She added, “I can do that myself, on the way home.”
“Right,” I said, withdrawing my hand and briefly touching my fingers to my mouth to taste her tangy flavor.
And she did. It was seriously hot driving home as she sat there next to me touching herself, gently writhing, moaning, filling the car with the spicy aroma of her arousal. Nevertheless, I drove home as fast as I was able. Not much traffic on the roads, but one trucker we overtook did get himself quite a view as we passed him.
He gave us a long blast on his horn for that one, making Izzie burst into laughter.
Then we got home, and couldn’t get inside and up to the bedroom fast enough; clothes off, Izzie throwing herself back on the mattress, yours truly pulling aside her legs to slide my hard cock straight inside her soaking pussy.
It was pretty intense, after the night we’d had. Izzie felt so good, and I could tell that she’d had a huge prick inside her shortly before me. He’d stretched her a little.
Then she was on top of me, riding me through to her ultimately conclusion, telling me things like,
“Oh God… I’ve been such a bad girl…”
And,
“I love your cock so much…”
And,
“I still can’t believe… I get to fuck… two guys in one night…”
And I was just holding on until she came.
Part Three:
Power Play
Chapter Twenty
Izzie was invited to the Montessori Ball every year, and always liked to dress up smart to impress the dignitaries when she went.
It was mainly a fundraising event, dedicated to research and development of new approaches to education, held in the Hyatt in downtown Washington. Usually there were very few journalists invited, but Izzie had been education correspondent on the Messenger for a while before she’d been offered the chance to move into more political coverage, so she still received the standard gold envelope from the organizers eac
h year.
I did accompany my beautiful wife to a couple of the evenings, but as a local industry hack, I’d no real connection to the subject area — and certainly no income to allow any kind of donations — so I’d felt out of sorts each time I’d attended. Even as a political reporter, Izzie had been in her element whirling around the dinner tables and the casino tables and even the dance floor to consort with the movers and shakers in the education sector.
In the last few years I’d found myself organizing an annual reunion of my college buddies in Philadelphia, to coincide with the date of the Ball.
This year, however, I came at the evening with a different mindset. We were playing the Game now. Izzie had a few different men interested in her, I knew. And this was an occasion where she was going to be dressing up and socializing without me, with the intention that I would be driving up to Philly for the night.
It would be a great opportunity for my wife to make the most of her single status, if she found any of her male admirers worthy.
I’d spent the day interviewing the new chief executive of a major pharmaceutical company over in Baltimore, and as far as Izzie was concerned, the plan was for me to simply drive on up to Philly from there.
Unknown to Izzie was the fact that a week previously, my college buddies and I had agreed to move our little annual soiree by a month, since three of us had conflicting commitments on the original date.
So once I was done in Baltimore, I quietly returned home to Silver Spring, hoping that I might find some signs that Izzie was going to do something naughty that night.
It was about 8pm as I pulled into our driveway behind my wife’s VW — about half an hour after the Montessori Ball was due to start. Entering the house, I acted like I normally would when arriving home — in case she was, for some reason, still there. She wasn’t, though. Everything was quiet, the lights all switched off.
“Izzie?”
I even called her name, just in case she was in the bathroom or somewhere not immediately obvious. But really, in a house that size, there weren’t many places she could be.
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