I met Roger sometime in the sixties. We grew into the very interesting
seventies. When least expected, we were best buddies. Roger is some 3 years
older than myself, so besides being a great friend, he was some sort of teacher.
On those intriguing teenage years, Roger and me shared our fist sexual
experiences. At the beginning, it was a matter of playing with one another. Once
women came to scene, we found out we were not made for each other. Roger and me
laid naked in the beach one time when we were decided to get to know our sexual
attitude a little further. Our first daring steps were truly unforgettable. One
afternoon, after caressing and kissing each other, Roger sucked my cock until I
almost cum in his mouth. He jerked me off the rest of the way. I felt terrible
after the great pleasure. My turn came the following weekend, so I had to suck
his cock. I reluctantly took it in my mouth but I immediately gagged. I ended up
jerking off my buddy until he came in my hand. Upon agreeing we were men enough,
we decided to bury these episodes behind. To date, it's our most sacred secret,
well, second most after what you are about to read. The only thing I hated was
that Roger's cock was bigger than mine by over an inch. Roger and me shared the
first woman, and of course, Roger was there when I met Ann Helen, the girl who
ended up being my wife two years later. He was already engaged to Sue, but their
relation was always headed for trouble. Roger definitely loved Ann Helen's looks
and style, and we both knew well. Ann Helen's feminine instinct had her dressing
the "proper" way when she knew Roger was to join us. When we went out as
couples, Roger would concentrate his attention to Ann and practically ignore
Sue. I was sure Roger would attend any pool party, where Ann Helen would wear
her yellow, very tiny bikini. I saw Roger several times trying to peek a little
into Ann Helen's treasures. I'd swear Ann flashed Roger at some points. Sue was
not bad at all, but Ann Helen was by far the winner. When Ann and me got
married, Roger was my best man, and he had every special privilege inherent.
That happened in late 1983. Ann Helen got pregnant immediately after the
honeymoon trip. By April of 1984, Roger and Sue relationship was a total
disaster. She tore their wedding invitations and cancelled all. Roger was raided
by this and he sank into the deepest depression I've ever seen someone. Ann
Helen and me planned a weekend trip to San Diego I told Roger about. He begged
me with his eyes to take him along. When I talked it over with my wife, she
disliked the idea at first. After giving her some valid arguments, Ann accepted.
Roger was delighted by our invitation, so off we went. The two-hour long trip
went nicely between jokes and chat. I noticed poor Roger catching up his long
lost mood. A severe allergy attack took me to bed as soon as we got there. I had
Ann Helen and Roger going to the nearest drugstore to bring me some Contact.
They came back with the pills some ten or fifteen minutes later. Ann went to the
room while I talked to Roger. "Are you Okay?" I inquired. "I'm fine", he assured
me. Ann Helen's cousin Brenda's condo had all the premium cable services
available. When Roger learned that, he was a fish in the water. I left him with
the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. My gorgeous, 2-month pregnant
wife was horny, no doubt about it. As I took the highest possible dose of
Contact, she repeatedly rubbed my cock to no avail. She even rolled down my
pajamas and sucked it hard but it was useless. The thing just wouldn't respond.
I suppose I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I remember seeing my wife's graceful
naked figure slip in her pink lace negligee, just in case, and grab a past issue
of People Magazine. It should have been around two in the morning when I woke up
feeling terrible, decided to ignore the warning in the label and take another
Contact shot. As I wrestled the bottle, I turned around to notice that I was
alone in the master bedroom. I put my robe on. The door had been left almost
closed, so I opened it without any noise. Right then, like a lightning, the
thought of Roger and Ann Helen making love came on. Like a flash, I recounted
all of the teasing I had witnessed, promoted, and what could the have talked
about when I sent them to the drugstore. The dim corridor light and the thick
carpeting allowed me to slip quiet as a mouse, quickly crawling to the opposing
wall. I caught my breath, as I have this funny feeling. I could perceive distant
TV sounds, probably a local re-run of a 70's Benny Hill show. I began crawling
on my belly. I had some 6 feet of wall, continued by a thick wooden guard rail.
When I ran out of wall, I stopped. I could see the light coming from the TV room
downstairs. The condo's layout allowed a full view of the lower level. I peeked
out. My cold, allergy, or whatever I was suffering cleared out immediately in
exchange for the fastest and meanest hard-on. Roger, seated on the TV room's
sofa had my beautiful wife Ann Helen on his lap, facing him, eating her face out
in the most passionate kiss I'd seen her give or take. She was just covered by
her pink lace negligee. Her silk pink robe laid on the floor. She was rubbing
her crotch on his. I just turned around and began yanking furiously at my poor
little 7.5 inch cock, as my buddy was beginning to have a great time with my
wife. I had no idea how much time had passed, but it was evident the show was
about to start. For my own good I stopped, but I must admit that, even I jerked
off quite often for my age (27), this had to be the best solo I had ever
experienced. If you want to picture Ann Helen, she is a graceful 35 years-old
blonde, 5'7" tall, 122 lbs, green eyes, 36-C breast, very firm and white. Her
hair is right now pretty much they way it was back then: mid-back long. She was
2-months pregnant at the time, but 2 months meant nothing in her full figured
body. The worst part was that Roger knew she was pregnant. She was just days shy
of her 23rd birthday, which is April 29. When I turned to watch the show, my
wife stood up in front of Roger. He wanted to stand up as well, but she pushed
him back. She used her teenage model expertise and delighted my buddy for some
time. She arched, twisted, and danced for him. Roger was still dressed, but the
bulge was about to burst, like a volcano. To this point, and to my knowledge,
Ann Helen hadn't still met Roger's cock. At certain moments, my wife would push
her ass so close to Roger's mouth, he attempted to tear the negligee off with
his teeth. Roger couldn't resist no more, so he stood up and clasped her body to
his, undoing the symbolic knots of her babydoll, having her titties out in some
five seconds. It was obvious my buddy was flattered by Ann Helen's superb 36C
titties. She turned to her right, making Roger switch, to my fortune, to a
loveseat in the left side. Her silhouette was now outlined perfectly: her
nipples were fully erect, pointing to Roger's eyes, begging to be taken. Roger
jumped to her again, wrapping his arms around her graceful body. He just lowered
his hands to her waist, and began darting his tongue at his nipples. My wife
arched back, moaning to a dangerous point, as Roger took the opportunity to suck
her titties one at a time, repeatedly, just jumping his face from one to the
next, as she took her right hand to her pussy. Her long blond hair hanged just
over her buttocks as Roger ate her titties. I couldn't care less I she saw me up
side down!. Roger began his journey down my wife's almost naked body, kneeling
in front of her, rolling down her negligee just enough to expose her cleavage.
Roger began tonguing her navel as his hands grabbed her tits. Ann Helen's cunt
is almost hairless, naturally. Her scarce bush boundary was a reward for any of
Roger's tensions or depressions. He now had my wife 95% naked. Her negligee was
just a pink clothie mess just below her crotch, making her look naughtier than
ever!!!!. In all of the multiple fucks I had given her before marriage, I had
never felt so hot as right now, not even when I probed her asshole with my cock,
or when I had her cumming on my hand right in front of her cousin, the owner of
the condo. I was certain she was cumming on her finger as Roger rushed back up
to mute her moans with his mouth. They trenched and kissed for some five
minutes, non-stop. After that hot face-sucking session (it was not merely a
kiss!), my wife began to kneel in front of my buddy's still dressed body. As she
began undoing his shirt she started sucking his Adam's apple, traveling her face
on her tongue down to his hairless chest, licking his nipples. Ann had Roger
giggling and swaying as her tongue rimmed his nipples, while undoing his belt
and button. She stopped and backed off as Roger's jeans loosened up. She looked
up and smiled at him, as her hands grabbed the pants at his hips, lowering then
to his knees. The motion was not strong enough to get his deep blue briefs on
the way, just made some three inches of his meat protrude over the elastic band.
My wife stopped cold. Roger's head daringly almost ripped his bikini off. She
got her beautiful face closer and kissed it, then licked it, just as if that
much was enough for her. Roger went wild at the feeling of her tongue, making
him moan out in the open. The scene of my wife's mouth in contact with a penis
other than mine made me almost convulse. It was too much for me!!. Looking on, I
began to play my stiff cock again, but I had to hold on...Ann Helen's eyes
couldn't leave Roger's as her hands played only with the exposed part of his
cock. She reached out for something she couldn't get, then her mouth opened and
gripped Roger's blue bikini, lowering all the way mid-thigh. She then went back
and just contemplated his tremendous erection. She punished herself, I could
tell, by just embracing and kissing Roger's thighs as he fondled her hair. She
placed her ear on them as trying to listen for something from inside his body,
then separate to kiss his skin, get him rid of his pants and briefs, and proceed
to kiss his toes!. Roger just moaned and stretched as my wife's body was beyond
his reach. She composed herself again, kissing his cock. Then she sensually
licked the underside of it. She would swerve her whole body just to lick the
entire contour of Roger's meat, showing me off a saliva and precum shiny
monster. I don't know what the fuck Roger did to his cock, as I remember it
being just a little bigger than mine. The bastard either played basketball with
it or lifted weights. Personally I couldn't believe that a normal wimpy cock
would grow into suck a white massive snake. I wish I had the balls to jump right
then...they would probably wouldn't disapprove, but the thought of being
embarrassed by having only a "decent" 7.5 inches compared to Roger's meat,
perhaps even losing my wife to it, made me sit tight and watch. Besides, Roger's
stomach is flat as a board. I have some fat around my waist. Probably, Roger's
cock may have been as big as mine, but the lack of fat and hair made it look
much bigger. I know my wife. She gets so slutty sometimes, she is capable of
dumping our well-off position in favor of Roger's cock!. As her mouth swallowed
about a third of Roger's cock, she pushed him to the loveseat (he was falling
down anyway). As Roger's body collapsed in the coach, Ann Helen's mouth never
separated from his cock, not even as they re-accommodated. She even sided her
hair so I could see his cock fuck her mouth!. There was the perfect view. My
wife's bobbing head swallowing Roger's cock one inch at a time, cupping his
balls, and the bastard's eyes as white as a boiled egg! In the end, Roger's cock
managed to fuck 2/3rds of his length in Ann Helen's mouth. I don't know how she
managed to breathe with that massive cock down her throat. I could feel her
tongue playing my head, and, believe it or not, I felt envy, not jealousy, at
Roger's way to enjoy my wife. Once her mouth got used to the new size and
length, Ann Helen's head bobbed like a real pro, I mean, a porn star!. Her blond
hair and her opened ass moved with such an erotic rhythm, that I had my own hot
and abundant cum all over my hand without feeling. Her gorgeous rosebud, plump
as a peach, pumped at every swallow of my buddy's cock. I closed up in my mind
her perfect white and smooth cheeks, her purplish and tasty asshole.....I wanted
to tongue-fuck it so bad!. My cock quickly regained its hardness. Ann had some
five minutes sucking Roger's cock, not letting it out her mouth a single second,
looking at his face when her eyes were not closed.....it was the show of my
life!!!! Some moments later, my wife climbed on Roger's body, opening up as much
as she could, as if the damn bitch knew I was watching and enjoying. She got to
his mouth and ate his face, licking it once the kiss was over. Instinctively,
Roger guided his cock towards Ann Helen's cunt, rubbing her lips, She moaned as
if nobody were in the house!. Apparently, Roger and Ann relayed Contact's effect
a little too much!. Roger's cock began entering my wife's pussy very slowly. It
was her hot mood that made her seat on it at once, and begin riding on Roger
immediately. His hands reached out and rubbed her titties as she would just moan
and yell. Roger's eyes closed as she cum, begging him to hold. She was already
pregnant though..... My good friend Roger fucked my wife's pussy for an
eternity, by my standards. I could manage 3 to 5 minutes tops.....She was having
the treat of her life!!!. Once she felt fulfilled, Ann Helen collapsed into
Roger's face again. Some moments later, she murmured to his ear something....and
began rising very slowly. Roger's cock was shiny and throbbing. My wife's juices
could be seen from miles!. She got on all fours in the loveseat as Roger
approached from behind, grabbing her hips. Roger's cock head began rimming her
asshole, smearing it with his precum and hers to assure a perfect ramming... Ann
Helen began biting the seatback's leather as Roger's head wrestled and defeated
her sphincter questionable defense. Her body jerked once Roger's body was inside
her. Her moans and yells couldn't wait as Roger's cock began mercilessly
impaling her large intestine. My wife rose her whole ass to ease Roger's
throbbing cock's way inside her ...and let him see her in all her glory. She
loves that!. Once Roger's cock reached beyond my marked capacity and his balls
touched her lower butt, he opened up her cheeks, grabbed her hips, and began
fucking my wife like a machine, doggy style. Her asshole must have been smoking.
It may seem incredible, but Roger's cock pumped my wife's large intestine for
another eternity. She drove her hand beneath her body and began playing her
pussy, cumming again. I lots count of how many times Ann Helen came. I was
mostly stunned by Roger's cock of steel!. My wife's large intestine was
certainly more elastic now. The son of a bitch surely stretched her out!. I felt
sorry for her anus, as it was certain it would bleed, but that was the least I
could wish the bitch!. Roger bent over Ann's back and murmured something in her
ear. She sided her hair and giggled. She leaned half her body on the coach as
Roger began, very slowly to pull his cock from her rosebud, fingering her cunt
to ease the feeling. It took forever to leave. It actually looked like a train
coming from a tunnel!. When Roger's steamy and shitty cock came finally out, he
sat down as Ann Helen knelt between his opened thighs. She sided her hair again
and teased Roger a little. She wrapped her mouth around his cock, and her head
bobbed faster and faster. Roger moaned and yelled...he had it made!. Ann's
moanings were muted by buddy's massive member. At moments she would just stop as
Roger fucked her mouth, then she would take over. Finally, my wife cupped
Roger's balls as he moaned loudly enough to wake the neighbors, when a
tremendous wad of hot cum began flooding her mouth. Ann took the first spurts
without problem, but Roger's cum was so much, she gagged and had to let go of
his cock shortly. Right then, some spats hit her beautiful face, but Ann
swallowed Roger immediately, taking most of his cum in her mouth. Roger's
ejaculation took much longer than mine. When it was over, my wife began licking
his body headed for his face. Roger and Ann Helen rejoiced eating his cum. When
they were both clean, she grabbed his shaft again and rubbed her nipples with
energy and passion. Roger helped her cum again finger fucking her cunt.
Meanwhile, I yanked furiously at my cock, cumming a second time. I wiped my hand
in the carped, and went to the bathroom to get a mat to cover it. It was as much
as a nice first time after three days!. I waited until my wife dressed after
just laying there, with my best friend, touching each other. I went to bed soon
enough to avoid any problems. Ann stopped at the bathroom and showered. Some ten
minutes later, she came out. Her mouth was Scope fresh. As she got to bed, close
to me, I thought of the great scene I had just witnessed. I felt I wanted her
more than ever....specially after seeing another man drive her into the proper
gear. I better take action. Some two years ago, Ann Helen knew I was watching.
In throws of passion, she even told me Roger's cum tasted great (that bitch!),
and that he fucked her the very next morning after I left (on purpose). Roger
married not long ago. Ann told me (and I believe her) that Roger fucked her
again after a X-mas party in 1995, in his mom's house. Honestly, I'm not
bothered. Perhaps we can share wives the next time!. Paula is not bad at all!!!
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