I watched as Donald’s hands dragged her panties over her hips, exposing her cheeks, then he drew them down her thighs.
Joan took over then, sliding them down her calves and throwing them across the room. Before she had done so, Donald’s hand was burrowing into her black pubic nest, and I could hear Joan gasp in exquisite pleasure as his fingers made another contact with her engorged clitoris. Then I saw, first one, then a second, of his questing fingers disappear into the moistened crevice between her parted thighs.
As they did so, Joan let out a strangled gulp of sheer pleasure, and reached down to close her fingers round his wide, thick cock. His balls, covered with the same black coarse hair as was spread across his tight belly, were hanging low and heavy, and I speculated on the load of semen soon to be released, and where Joan would elect to receive it.
The scene before me, I now realised, was becoming fantastic, in the literal sense of the word. I couldn’t believe it was really happening. It was as if I had a front-row seat at the most erotic movie of all time, starring my own wife. My cock was still fully hard, but the temptation to touch it had almost gone – I knew I would need all my strength later, once Donald had been sent on his way and it would be my turn.
Then Donald reached up and rolled Joan over on to her back. There was no doubt, now, about the destination of his first ejaculation. Donald has made the choice – he wanted my wife’s cunt! His hands reached down and parted Joan’s thighs. Her pussy opened up like a flower in front of my eyes – her erect throbbing clitoris, her blood-engorged labia, and the deep, tight tunnel beyond, glistening with her flowing love moistures.
With a groan of pleasure, she reached between his legs to take hold of his cock again, and guided it into the open, welcoming gash between her splayed thighs. There was no time for more foreplay between them. They each wanted nothing more than to fuck the other.
And, for the first time, ever, I watched my wonderful Joan fuck – and be fucked. She was magnificent in her lust. She exhorted Donald to fuck her hard – harder – harder! She spurred him on by telling how good his big cock was, and how well he used it. How she was going to come harder, and longer, than she ever had before.
Donald was a machine out of control. His hips were moving like a car’s camshaft. He was setting a speed record of thrusts per second into her welcomingly juicy pussy. His eyes were rolling up into his head, showing only the whites. He was in a world of abandoned lust.
Then, with an unworldly strangulated roar, Donald finally abandoned himself to a juddering climax and, only seconds later, Joan, too, let out a long strident shriek of pure pleasure, her legs scissoring tightly round his waist as she pulled him into her, as far as he could go. Their bodies locked together in passion, they became one, lost in their own mutual orgasmic galaxy.
They both seemed to pass out for several minutes and then, they finally began stirring. Donald was the first to speak, his hands still roaming over Joan’s curves and hollows, like a little boy with the Christmas present he thought he would never get. He said that he never would have believed it. He had never made such wonderful love, nor had a woman as beautiful as Joan. He’d wanted to make love to her from the first moment he’d met her, over three months ago. She was exquisite. He admitted that he’d jerked off many times, fantasizing about fucking her – seeing her naked – touching her.