“Ray wanted to fuck you from behind,” I whispered, fiercely, my hand plucking her swollen tit from her bra, “so he could squeeze your tits, but Mike wanted you up against a wall, your legs round his waist, so he could feel your ass while his cock was deep inside you… “
Her grip on my shoulders tightened and she let out a muffled moan. I lifted her and carried her, unresisting, into the den. I laid her on the couch and pulled off her blouse and bra. Her naked breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect.
She lay, looking up at me, as I wrestled my jeans off. Her hands stroked her tits, sensuously.
“Did they say that?” she said, shyly, incredulously. I grunted, nodding my head, as I kicked my shoes to the floor.
“And you…? You were listening?”
“Yeah,” I gritted, my jeans coming off in a rush. I dragged my shorts down, over my distended erection. “I was mad, at first, then – I thought about you, and them, and them – taking off your clothes and feeling your tits and your ass – and then laying you down on the tarpaulin and spreading your legs… “
Somewhere along the line, Joan had pulled off her shorts and panties and was naked on the couch, legs apart, her hand between her thighs, her middle finger stimulating her clitoris. Her head was thrown back, her tongue running round her lips.
“Come and fuck me, Kyle,” she gasped, hoarsely. “Come on – pretend you’ve watched them feeling my bare tits and sliding their cocks up me, one by one. Come and… aaaaagh!”
I plunged my rod deep inside her wet gaping cunt and felt the tight slippery muscles grip and massage it as I began to ride her hard, my mouth fastened on to one distended nipple.
“This… was… how… Louie… wanted… to… fuck… you,” I gasped with each stroke. I knew I was taking liberties with the truth, but I wanted her to think of someone else on top of her – a new cock – a young, tireless one which could fuck her into oblivion.
“Yes,” she gasped. “And Donald, too!”
For a second or two, I thought – “Who the fuck is Donald?” – but then all coherent thought deserted me as the red mist rose and rockets and stars went off in my head and I made one last desperate plunge up my writhing, gasping wife before my cock finally twitched uncontrollably and the volcano burst forth.
I seemed to come for literally ages and almost passed out completely with the intensity of my orgasm. To my shame, I had no idea whether Joan came or not. When I returned to my senses, I was sprawled on top of her and my limp dick was hanging helplessly between her thighs.
Joan’s arms were clasped round me, tightly – a fact I noted with intense relief. Never before had our lovemaking encompassed the notion of Joan letting another man have her and, now that I had returned to a post-orgasmic sanity, I was very unsure as to how she would take the idea that such a thing could excite me.
It never occurred to me that she could be worried about how I would react to her getting turned on by the same thing and I don’t know what might have happened if the phone hadn’t rung at that moment.