Then I saw Joan’s hand slide down and in between them, on to the front of Donald’s pants. Her fingers circled around the very obvious bulge, and she sighed, and leaned back from him, breaking off their kiss.
She looked up into his face. “All right,” she breathed, softly. “Just this once, Donald I think I owe you that much – but once only. OK? Do you understand?”
He nodded, his face very serious, but working spasmodically, as Joan’s skilful fingers stroked his engorged penis, through his pants.
“OK,” she breathed, assuming control. “Now – let me see what you look like. You’ve seen most of me – now it’s my turn.”
Donald leaned forward to kick off his shoes and pull off his socks. Joan reached for his belt buckle, opened it, and then opened the clasp of his pants and lowered his zipper. Putting his hand on her shoulder for balance, Donald quickly stepped out of his pants and took off his tee shirt. He was left in just a pair of white jockey briefs which were tenting massively.
Joan began to slowly rub the head of his cock outside of his briefs.
“Oh, it’s very big, Donald,” she flattered him, her eyes wide, looking down at the shape jutting against the material. “Is it all for me? Do you think I’ll be able to manage it?”
Donald was panting like a winded puppy, his hands all over Joan’s tits and caressing the cheeks of her curvaceous ass. Then, he slid his right hand around and began to stroke upward into her pussy crevice. Her panties were soaked and I could hear her panting – hard.
“Yes, yessss, oh, oh, yessssssssss” she moaned, and I realised she was starting to have mini-orgasms, standing up, and stroking his cock-filled briefs, then she slid her hand inside his underwear and, at last, felt the bare skin of his cock with her trembling fingers.
“Ohhhhhh – take them off, Donald,” she gasped. “I want to see it. I want see your cock. I can’t even get my fingers round it. It’s sooooo thick!”
He pulled his briefs down his long, strong thighs, and Joan gasped as his cock sprang into view. I wanted to gasp, too. He had a real thick one. Not quite as long as mine, but certainly a lot thicker.
Joan said – “Oh, you’re bigger than my husband, Donald! I don’t know if I’ll manage to take you!”
I knew this was just flattery – and, maybe, just a little bit of humour at my expense. Joan was beginning to relax, and enjoy herself. Me – I had been enjoying myself from the moment she had walked into the bedroom with her lovely naked tits bouncing in front of her, and her gorgeous ass – her ‘jelly-ass’, as she called it – jiggling behind.
Joan reached down and grasped his cock in her small fist, as Donald’s fingers, now inside her pulled-aside panties, brought forth a series of little gasps from her as he massaged her clit.
Then he pulled her backwards and they fell onto our bed, with him underneath. He was now trying to pull her sheer panties down, moaning like a wounded animal, his thick rod standing straight up, rearing up above his hairy, heavy ball-sac. Joan was on her knees, over him, and I was looking straight at her panty-covered ass. It had never looked so beautiful.