My wife was dressed waaay too hot for just a road trip. Her shelf bra thrust her very large nipples forward underneath a black sheer sparkly blouse. Only a sweater covering her arms and shoulders, and pulled in around her waist, hid things from the kids who were riding in the back seat, watching videos and occasionally giggling to each other.
Normally, she was self-conscious about the size of her nipples and didn’t want me to see them. Today, she seemed fascinated at how her outfit gathered her breasts and steered them forward and up. She kept looking down at them. So did I.
“Look out!” she screamed. I looked up and swerved off the road to avoid rear-ending a truck that had slowed down in front of me. My adrenaline shot up through the top of my head. I’d been looking down at her nipples, thick and poking at the blouse fabric like little fingertips, and had paid no attention to the traffic in front of me. Those poky tips were magnetic for the eyes of a sex-deprived guy like me. And, I’d almost crashed obsessing over them.
We were on the way to visit Jo and Neal, some friends of ours who had moved and settled in a new place a few hours away. We had known them from our neighborhood. But we hadn’t known them as well before as we were about to now.
Actually, they were mainly my wife’s friends. Allie, my wife, and Jo were fast friends who talked constantly and shared everything with each other about their lives, including that Jo and Neal were into swinging, that Jo could never get enough sex - but was really picky about who she swung with - and that Neal, though I found this hard to believe, could stay hard after coming and come again right away.
Allie loved their friendship and missed Jo when she moved. “There’s no one else here I can talk to like that,” she’d complain. And, almost a year later, here we were on the way to their house in the next state over.
She and Jo had talked before about which couples they knew who they’d want to swap with. I learned that Neal would have loved to fuck my wife, but they wouldn’t swing with us because Jo wasn’t the least bit interested in me. Allie had no hesitation telling me this. She explained that Jo was turned off after hearing about my smaller than average penis. And other things about my performance, too, that were not complimentary. But Allie admitted she was as excited about Neal as he was about her.
When the idea of visiting them had first come up, we hadn't talked about swapping. But Allie had mentioned she’d like to spend some time giving a massage to Neal. “You know,” she’d started, “Jo said Neal’s back really needs some work, and I think I’ll give him a massage when we’re there.” Allie was a body-work practitioner.
“Fine,” I’d said. She was closer to both of them than I was.
Then it was, “Neal wants to give me a massage too, in return.”
“Fine,” I’d said. He wanted to show his thanks.
Finally, it was, “You’re ok if it’s an erotic massage, aren’t you?” Was I? I never said no to her.
Plus, she was so warm when she said it. And had her hand right under my balls. If it made her happy, great. And it turned me on tremendously thinking about Neal touching her body all over.
From there, it gradually dawned on me that we were going to visit Jo and Neal so that Allie could fuck him all weekend. At first, I assumed that if there was to going to be swapping that I’d be joining in, but she never actually said that was the plan.
“You’re so good to agree to this,” she said to me, smiling. When she smiled at me like that, teasing, knowing that I’d agree to anything she wanted, it had an effect. My insides warmed up instantly. Plus, the fantasy of her getting another guy excited, so excited he couldn’t do anything but fuck her hard until he came while completely under her power, a guy with real sexual chops, sent off fireworks inside me. I was so lucky to be married to her.
Allie was voracious and I’d never been able to satisfy her completely. My efforts at sex usually resulted in her being dismissive with me after I’d come and then pulling out her vibrator to make herself come while lying next to me in bed - with her eyes closed and just into herself. That satisfied her! “But I love you, anyway,” she would say later if the topic of sex came up between us. “You’re so gentle with the kids.”
I knew that if she ever got restless, there’d be no stopping her from fucking other guys. And no stopping them from hitting on her, either. She was hotter than every other mom her age whom I knew. Dirty blonde hair, slim, nice tits, and a smile that had more energy than a power plant.
Ever since she’d made it clear she wanted to fuck Neal, I had thought of nothing else. The image of her being pounded by a man who could really fuck would release the energy in her I knew was there and that I’d never been able to bring out myself.
I drove for at least another half hour before the adrenaline came back down - with my eyes on the road.
Then she said, “I’m ovulating, you know.” I swallowed hard. We hadn’t talked about protection. I assumed she would use it. She had joked about how fun it was going to be to have a really big cock like Neal’s sliding around inside her. But now she sounded serious. I was hoping she was teasing.
“You’re going to be safe, right?” I was a little worried about having that talk in front of the kids.
“I guess it’ll be a surprise,” she grinned at me as she said that. I felt myself getting hard at the thought of her going bare with Neal. I knew she wanted to get pregnant, but didn’t think it could actually happen. Suddenly, I felt very uncertain.
“Look out!” Everyone screamed. I swerved to the shoulder to avoid the car in front of me that had slowed for traffic. Again. I was so lost in my fantasy of her and Neal that I wasn’t paying any attention to the road, even though this time I had been looking right at it.
She was the most energetic presence in my life. A bombshell of energy I’d hitched along with for the ride when I had the chance years ago. And she started calling the shots right away. Our best fucking was when she was in control. But she wanted to be really taken. And she had always talked about her desires without reference to me. She didn’t look at me as someone who was ever going to satisfy them. Hence her interest in Neal.
Not long after our second kid was born, she’d asked me to get fixed, have a vasectomy. She’d also kept talking about having a third child so I couldn’t quite put the two together. I thought she was just having conflicting desires. And I thought she was kind of kidding.
“I’m so glad you’re fixed,” she said to me one night as she held my limp penis in her palm after giving me a hand job. “I don’t ever have to worry about you getting me pregnant again.” She seemed relieved at the time, and I thought she was just scared of us having another kid - not being able to manage it. Now I started thinking there was something else behind the interest.
Jo and Neal lived in a small resort town in the mountains, about three hours away. Their house looked modest as we pulled up the drive, but it looked like they had a guest cottage in the back, too.
Jo greeted us at the door and gave Allie a hug and kiss. Neal lingered behind her and Allie went immediately to him. She had taken off her sweater so that her breasts and large, hard nipples would be visible to Neal. Neal’s eyes showed his pleasure and he responded immediately.
Neal is a goofy-looking guy, roundish glasses, looks younger than he is, but comes across as completely confident to women. And I’d heard from Allie, via Jo, that he was unusually gifted in fucking.
He put one hand behind Allie’s waist and immediately slid it down to her ass, and squeezed firmly. Then the other hand went directly to her ass, too. He squeezed her cheeks into two handfuls of flesh while relishing the long, deep kiss she was giving him. Allie’s eyebrows went up. She was delighted he was in the mood right away.
I looked away from them and forced a smile in the direction of Jo, “Great to see you guys.” I reached an arm out to hug Jo who kept her distance and just stuck hers out to shake hands. She gave me a look that said she knew what was about to happen. It didn’t convey that there was going to be anything happening between the two of us.
The kids were shown inside where they greeted Jo and Neal’s kids. Their oldest one was a teenager, already driving. The other two were younger, about the age of our kids.
Neal wasn’t finished sucking on Allie’s mouth yet but slid one hand up the side of her breast where it lingered. He pinched the see-through blouse to feel the gauzy texture then circled his thumb from underneath her breast over her nipple. She shivered. His other hand moved into her hair which he first brushed away from her face and swept it to the back grabbing more of it and gave it all a gentle tug. Her eyes rolled up, she loved having her hair pulled. Jo and I watched them. No one paid any attention to me.
Neal spun her around and grabbed her ass again to guide her away, “Let me show you our room.” I noted that he didn’t say, “Your room.” He led her away.
Jo didn’t really want to talk to me and probably didn’t like being left with me, but she must have felt like she had to say something, so she started telling me about her daughter. “So, Sam’s sixteen now, you know. And she has a boyfriend who sleeps over. He’ll be here tonight, too. We like to give them their own space.”
“You’ll have your room down the hall here. The kids are all going to be out in the cabin. We have a tv out there. We like to keep them separate when guests are here.”
“Wow, ok. It’s great of you guys to have us.”
“I know that Allie’s been looking forward to it,” she said.
They had renovated a backyard cabin and outfitted it with bunk beds.
Neal seemed to take his time showing Allie the house. After what seemed to be an inordinately long time, Allie and Neal came into the den wearing matching satin robes. “Look, honey!” Allie exclaimed, gesturing towards the shiny fabric. The rest of us, even Jo, were silent for a moment.
“That’s such a neat color, Mom,” one of the kids said. They had come back in from outside. It was a shiny fabric. It draped beautifully across her shoulders and breasts and still prominent nipples, though I noticed they angled lower. The bra had been removed, apparently.
“Kids, come with me,” Jo directed. “I’ve got you set up for dinner in your own dining room.” It was their screened-in porch where she had set a picnic table for the kids to eat together.
The grownups sat down in the dining room. Allie and Neal were next to each other on one side. Jo was at the end of the table next to Neal. I was alone, opposite him, next to some other place settings. I saw Neal’s hand resting on Allie’s thigh. They kept looking at each other.
During the meal, Sam and her boyfriend came in and joined us. He’d obviously heard what was going to happen.
“I hear you’ve got a big weekend ahead,” he said to Allie and Neal.
“I’ve been needing a break like this. I can’t wait to sleep in for a change,” she said, looking at Neal.
“We can sleep in as long as you want,” Jo added.
They talked a bit about how they’d missed each other. I didn't seem to be on anyone’s radar screen.
Sam spoke up. “I think Allie will really enjoy it here. Dad can show her some of his... hobbies.”
Jo leaned into Neal and whispered something. He grinned and looked up at me, “Maybe this is your lucky weekend, giving Allie a break like this. And maybe you’ll have something special to take back with you!” Everyone laughed at that.
“It’s up to you, babe,” Jo said to Neal. “Chris has been relieved of duty.”
“Oh, you mean you’ve been fixed?” Sam asked me. She’d figured it all out quickly. I was floored.
“Dad isn’t,” she said, before I could respond. And everyone laughed.
I wasn’t sure what I had walked into. After dinner, Allie found me alone in the bedroom, staring in the mirror for a moment. She came over and said, “Thank you for this weekend. You know me!”
“I do know you.” It was true. I could tell she was dying to have Neal inside of her, that she was pining for something new and exciting. Being the object of some new person’s desire was what energized her, and without it she felt flat. She poured herself into it, too. Sure - I knew her.
“I know you, too,” she said. “It’s going to be special for you, too. I think you can handle it.” This I wasn’t as sure about. “I know you’ve never seen me have sex with someone else. But I think you’ll be ok.”
Up until this point I was thinking the weekend would be her and Neal fucking freely and often, and my trying to persuade Jo, the picky swinger, to have sex with me at least once. That we were here to swap, in other words. But now she was announcing a different plan. I was going to watch them?
“And by the way, you won’t be having any at all. Jo and I are having Neal.” This was news to me.
“None for you,” she drew that out as she pulled her hand up across her crotch. “You can’t have my pussy at all while we’re here. It’s just for Neal.” She was delighted. “And, sorry, Jo’s not into you.” Then she disappeared into another room and left me to unpack.
I was terribly confused. So what was I supposed to do while they all fucked? Just stand around and be alone? There was an undercurrent of shameful pleasure about it, though. A relief that I wouldn’t have to beg Jo for sex. She’d already said no, decidedly so. And a prickly sense of guilty, shameful pleasure to be a bystander, watching or listening for signs of my lustful wife fucking another guy. I had never been in a situation like this.
I was a little more worried that Jo and Neal knew about the plans before I did, apparently. And, if Allie had told them I’d go along with it, they must have known that I was going to submit to it all, and enjoy it anyway.
After that, I hardly saw Allie the rest of the day or night. I was in the room alone that night, assaulted by the sounds of sex all around me. Fucking and moaning sounds, muffled, behind doors, from many different people. I could only imagine what was happening.
The nearest ones must have been Sam and her boyfriend. High pitched giggles from her, then silence, then the low, earnest sound of a young man about to orgasm inside his girlfriend.
Then less distinct, short pieces of conversation from the adults, expressions of curiosity and the audible traces of pleasure. I thought I heard Jo. And I definitely heard Allie.
There was no way I could sleep through that. As soon as one group’s activity subsided, the other would start back.
I stopped trying and just lay there, picturing the women being taken by energetic males, unable to hold back, in all positions. And wondering what tomorrow would be like when I had to face them again.
After what must have been a couple of hours, Allie came in and I felt so relieved, thinking it was over for the night and I could get some sleep.
But she said, “I just came in to check on you. I’m not going to stay. How are you doing in here?”
I was dazed and tired. I just looked at her. She had a robe pulled around her.
She saw the shape of my firm penis underneath the sheet. I had been thinking of her with Neal. “Do you like this, sweetie? Can you hear us in there?” She sat beside me and reached under the covers to cup my balls. I felt completely under her power.
“Will it be hard not to get any attention this weekend? I’ll check on you when I can, but Neal and I are going to be busy.”
Her hair was a mess and she had an exhausted, pleased look on her face.
“I’m going to stay in Neal’s room tonight, in case he wants me again during the night. He’s with Jo right now and I’m giving them a private moment. He’s just never not hard.”
I couldn’t think of what to say. There was no argument to be made, but she seemed to sense I needed something. She leaned over me and opened her robe. Her breast came out and she directed it to my mouth. “Here, hon, you’ll like this.”
I opened and took it in, tonguing occasionally as she held my head. I was nursing from her. Even though I couldn’t have her pussy she was sharing her body with me, and I loved it.
She soon pulled her breast away and held it in front of my face. “I may let you touch me with your mouth this weekend but I don’t need your penis anymore. You have no idea what it’s like with Neal.”
My face must have dropped about fifteen feet because she suddenly touched my cheek and offered a smile. “I love you, honey. I couldn’t do this without you. You’re so good to me.”
She then left me alone. I slept very little. Their moans were coming from the next room off and on throughout the night. I couldn’t tell if he was switching between her and Jo. He seemed not to need much rest in between sessions, at any rate.
I was left with these thoughts alone in the room which I thought was going to be “our” room. Occasionally, I would drift into a dream, or what I thought might be a dream. Once, I heard Sam’s voice, first distinctly, then quite clearly crying out, “Oh, my fucking god! Fuck my ass!” The rhythmic banging of a headrest against the wall told me this wasn’t a dream. The image of them fucking sent me into a trance as I pictured her young body being shaken by her boyfriend, no less energetically than Allie was getting taken by Neal.
I started stroking myself when I heard her squeal and Alan’s series of short, breathless grunts. He had come in her ass. I kept stroking but felt so ashamed I stopped, thinking I shouldn’t enjoy anything about the moment. Their sounds brought me to the brink of cumming but, again, I didn't want to.
I was turned on like never before, but was too ambivalent to seek any relief. I felt I was being forced to stand by and listen to Allie getting fucked over and over by Neal, knowing that she was fertile, knowing that her body craved his sperm to start a new baby inside of her.
The next morning I lay awake in my room for a long time, until I heard some movement in the kitchen. It was Sam getting some coffee. That’s what I wanted, too, and went out to pour a cup.
I felt conflicted about even leaving the room, not knowing whether to stay hidden or show myself. I felt ashamed, but didn’t know for sure whether Sam knew what was going on. Immediately, she let me know, with a look, that she did.
“So, how were you with everything last night?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to say. “Uh... Yeah, ok, I guess.” For a long moment neither of us spoke.
“Do you have guests here very often?” I asked. I wondered if she was used to hearing her dad fuck other men’s wives, too. But I couldn’t ask it exactly like that.
“We have a lot of company come through.” Her expression suggested she knew what I was asking about.
Just then, Jo came in, tying the knot at the waist on her robe.
“Oh, I don't know why I even bother with this,” she said, looking at the knot. “Your dad’s just going to untie it again as soon as I go back in there.” Sam was wearing a robe, too. Jo grabbed her arm.
“So... you and Alan! How was it last night?”
“God, he was so hot!”
“Yeah?! So, more than once then, huh? Young guys... And some older ones too...”
“Mmmhmmm,” they said almost together.
Sam and Alan took our kids tubing on the nearby river that day. I drove into town and looked around, alone most of the day and not wanting to stay in the house as a bystander while Neal fucked Allie and Jo. Allie and Neal went out at one point together for a drive, while Jo and I stayed behind. She avoided me.
That night we had dinner in shifts. The kids ate as soon as they came back from the river. I tried to wait for everyone else to arrive but ended up eating alone. I barely saw Allie all that day and assumed she and Neal went to bed together at some point later that night.
I lay awake in bed that night, trying to read, trying to listen and make sense of what I was hearing, wondering what was going on. Then Jo came in without knocking. “She wants you to come in and watch tonight,” she said. “She wants you to see her with Neal.”
She led me down the hall to a room that was darkened except for candlelight. Allie was on the floor on all fours, naked, and Neal knelt behind her with an enormous erection, curved like a scimitar, obviously ready to mount her. This was beyond my fantasies. Neal had one hand on her ass. They were clearly waiting for me to begin fucking. His other hand was stroking her pussy. I could hear her squishy wetness as he slid his fingers back and forth along her slit.
Her face looked pained, but I knew she was overflowing with pleasure. She looked at me and mouthed the words, ‘I love you.’ I couldn’t say anything, just nodded back at her. I realized I was harder than I could ever remember feeling.
“Come here, babe, come here. Hold my hair. It gets all in my face when we fuck.”
“You’ve...?” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“We’ve fucked twice already, Neal is so good,” she looked back at him. "But I want you to be here one time to see. Hold my hair, sweetie.”
Her blonde hair fell over her face and she couldn’t pull it back with her hands on the floor. I took a handful and swept it up over her head. “Hold it there. Hold it while he fucks me.”
Neal then put both hands on her hips and positioned his erect cock at the opening of her pussy. His cock glistened from the bath of pussy juices it had already taken. He was inside immediately, purposeful and confident. He owned this moment.
“God, it goes in so easily,” Allie said, barely audible. “I’m so wet.”
“You’re so wet with his cum,” Jo laughed. I’d forgotten she was there, too. Was Allie already pregnant? The thought made me drip in my pants.
Her body came alive as Neal drove his sword into her baby tunnel. She twisted and dove her hips back to meet his surging cock. She was hungry for his seed. I had never seen her so voracious, so alive with pure lust. With me, she seemed almost bored by comparison. With Neal, she was in overdrive on the highway to Cum City.
It seemed the two had worked out a kind of dance from their previous couplings. It looked almost choreographed – he pulled her hips to him, paused with his cock against her cervix, then pushed her away as he gasped for enough juice to do it again. She was pierced with passion as she reached her cunt to him over and over, her face knotted in the fiercest pleasure.
“God, fuck me,” she begged. “You’re so good, so good.” I wondered if she’d forgotten I was there. I couldn’t believe she would say those things in front of me. Seeing her in the grip of Neal's hand being plumbed like this was a searing turn on for me.
I continued to hold her hair, but she never looked up again. At that point, it seemed she was unaware I was even there. They encouraged each other on as Neal brought her closer and closer to orgasm, and closer to releasing his seed once again into her begging cunt.
When it happened, Neal stiffened and exhaled slowly. Allie looked back over her shoulder at him, silently pleading with him to empty into her to the fullest. How many times had they done this already since we’d arrived? It looked almost as though they had established a routine.
“Aren’t they good together?” I couldn't tell where that came from until I realized it was Jo. “And I can’t wait until it’s my turn,” she added.
When he pulled out of her I saw his cock was still upright, firmer than mine had been since I was a teenager. He didn’t notice me but tended to her breasts, gently pulling her nipples. They both closed their eyes and I was merely a spectator to their pleasure.
After that, I was alone again for the rest of the night.
The next morning, kids were cheerfully shoveling cereal into their mouths at breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. Allie looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept the night before - she probably hadn’t. I had barely slept myself.
But it was no surprise that Neal was cheerful when he came in, grinning at everyone all around.
He came up to me and put his arm around my shoulders. It was a condescending gesture, knowing that he owned my wife’s pussy, that I’d been retired from it.
“So glad you guys could come over this weekend. And I’m looking forward to visiting you in a few months,” he said. “I know things will look different by then.” He winked at Allie and reached over and rubbed her stomach.
My thoughts raced. Maybe there was a chance that it hadn’t happened, that she hadn’t conceived and that he couldn’t get her pregnant this weekend. Sometimes women had trouble getting pregnant, even when they were ovulating. Unfortunately, Allie had always gotten pregnant on the first try with me.
I knew she’d have no trouble taking his sperm up into her fertile, waiting body and making a baby with it. It was what she wanted, too. I could tell from her face the night before, when Neal was sliding back and forth into her from behind, that she wanted it.
Something was already baking in the oven.
“I have a surprise for you today,” he said to Allie. Her face lit up.
Then he looked at the kids. “And I have a surprise for you, too.”
“Yay!” they all went.
He looked back to Allie. “Some friends are coming over. I told them you all were visiting and they want drop by and say hi.” He wasn’t looking at me. I could tell they weren’t dropping by to meet me and they weren’t just going to say hi.
“Nice!” She looked very agreeable.
“It’ll be like the icing on the cake. The cake is made,” at this he turned to me, “and now we need to add the icing.”
“And speaking of cakes,” he pointed to the kids and went to open the oven door. “We have made a cake for you today, and once it cools you'll get to pick the icing to go on it. We have chocolate,” he held up one can of cake icing, “and vanilla,” holding up another. “And you can have both if you want!”
“Yay!”
Just then, a young black man opened their back door and stepped into the kitchen. “Hey, everyone” Neal introduced him. “This is Danny. He works with me in the clinic.”
And right behind Danny came a taller, dark haired white guy. “And this is Ed. Ed helps us out sometimes around the house,” Neal said.
They went right over to Allie and started touching her, on the shoulder and on her back. She was glad to meet them. She touched them back.
Jo and her daughter looked at me to see how I would react.
“You’re being wonderful about this,” Jo whispered to me.
“Poor guy,” the daughter said, looking at Jo and me.
It wasn’t long before Neal decided to take Allie, Danny and Ed away into the other part of the house. I couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over. I went to my room and decided to start packing in hopes it would hurry everything along. We were leaving later that day.
While puttering around in my room I heard their sounds. Male laughter at first, then muffled speech, then some louder words not so muffled.
I sat down, closed my eyes, and tried to picture what was happening. After a while, there was a knock on the door which was opened before I could say anything. It was Jo.
“Just checking on you, how’re you doing?”
“I don’t know. Just waiting, you know.” She nodded.
“You like hearing them, don’t you?” I did, but didn’t want to say so.
“I have a message for you, from Allie. She says you should join them, but that you should take care of yourself now, before you come in.”
“She wants me to come in?”
“Yeah, but not for taking part in that way. She wants you to go ahead and do it in here. You know...” She curled her fingers and pumped her hand up and down. “Danny’s fucking her now, do you hear? You can stroke along - and try to come when he comes.”
“Allie wants me to - to take care of myself, and then join them?”
Jo nodded. “She’s with Danny now, if that helps, but after that I’ll come back and get you. In a little bit, ok?” She started to close the door, then said, “Try to come when he does.” Then she left.
I hadn’t come all weekend. And now I was being told to. Before joining Allie and three other guys in the bedroom down the hall.
Their sounds had subsided briefly, but now they picked back up. I was burning with excitement and got hard immediately. I’d brought some oil, my favorite lube, and in no time was stroking myself slowly. I hardly needed it.
In my mind, I saw faces to go with all the moans coming from down the hall. Allie’s voice was the constant among all the pleasured moans. I imagined her being ravished from behind by Danny, the black kid, while Neal stood by and the other guy - what was his name? - stroking himself to get ready. Danny would be rough, he was young and eager. He’d be pounding her from behind, hard, and Allie would be surprised by the force, but she’d like it.
I was on the verge of coming, but I tried to hold out, trying gauge by the volume of the sighs, how close Danny was to coming in Allie.
I imagined that as soon as Danny released the other guy - Ed? - would want in. Danny would linger, though, and not want to pull out.
Ed would be ready to go and he’d insist. He’d flip her over, point her legs at the ceiling, and fuck her standing next to the edge of the bed. Their eyes would lock, hers would invite him deeper, she’d want to see him enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. He wouldn’t last long.
I didn’t either. I shot right then, just as I imagined Ed shooting up into her pussy.
God, what a release. All the weekend’s tension seemed bundled up in that moment of coming. It was a blur of exquisite pleasure along with shame and confusion. I twitched for what seemed forever and in the end saw myself holding a shrinking penis as the voices in the other room slacked off.
I never got to the part of the fantasy where it was Neal’s turn. What would he have done?
I pulled up my pants and stuck my head out the door.
Jo was waiting right there. “All done?” She must have been listening to me.
I was so embarrassed I could scarcely nod my head.
“Then let’s go. They’re waiting for you.” And she started down the hall, expecting me to follow. Which I did, of course.
“Allie’s ready for you now.” Jo had opened the door to show me the bedroom where Allie, lying on her back, just as I had imagined her at the end of my fantasy, looked absolutely exhausted.
“Honey,” she sounded exhausted, too. “Come here. Come here and show us.” She beckoned with her hand.
Her legs were spread, her pussy looked red from use, her lips were gaping open, cum ran out of her. Her face was sweaty.
Standing on one side of her was Danny, naked. His cock was long and heavy and arced in the middle like a rainbow. His tip was still dripping, like he’d just dropped a pot of gold out the end of it into Allie’s cavernous pussy, whose lips were so wide open I could see inside. It was flooded.
Ed stood on the other side, also naked, his cock was semi-hard, angled down and out.
Neal stood back, his cock was jutting straight out, rigid.
“Show us, honey.” I walked over to her, not sure what she was talking about. She reached for the snap of my pants and undid them. “Take them off,” she said. I was the only one in the room with clothes on.
I knew I didn’t compare favorably to these guys but I pulled off my pants and faced her. My penis was shrunken now. After coming I’ve always reverted fairly quickly to a small state. And the embarrassment here in comparison with the other guys made me even smaller.
She reached out with one hand and gently squeezed my penis, pinching me between her thumb and fingers. She was more than sated but gave me a look of pleading desire.
“Come here. I want you to fuck me, now. I want it to be your baby, too.” What was she saying? She knew I couldn’t. Since I’d just come I wasn’t hard at all. For the first time all weekend my penis was soft and limp.
Everyone was looking at me, all smirks.
I walked up between her legs to show her, so she’d realize I couldn’t fuck right then. It made no difference to her.
“I want you to make the baby with me. Come here and push their cum up into me with your little penis.”
I rubbed my limp member onto her creamy pussy lips to show her my condition. I couldn’t do more than just brush against her opening, red now from use, slick, and wide open. I was too shrunken to go any further in. She tipped her hips slightly against me and their loads started pouring out. I rubbed the underside of my flaccid penis against her with my hand, up and down, and pressed against her opening, as though to seal their cum inside her pussy and not let it out.
“Push it in,” she said. “Push their baby cream back in me so we can make a baby together.” I looked at her, she was exhausted, fucked over and over again this weekend, but she had the tenderest look for me. She was smiling - I’d never seen her so completely satisfied. Her eyes were almost rolling back up in their sockets. I kept rubbing as the cum kept pouring out. I couldn’t keep it all in. Where, who, did all this come from? How many times did they come inside her?
Then I felt hands on my ass. At first, I thought they were guiding me to push harder, then they started spreading my ass cheeks and fingers started rubbing my asshole. Guy fingers. Allie said, “I want Neal to make us both pregnant.” About the time I realized that it was Neal who was feeling my ass I felt a finger going in slightly with some lube that was very thick.
Then I felt something much thicker than his finger against my asshole. I’d never been fucked before, but I was willing and knew what was happening. The tip of his cock was seated in my ass, and as I was moving back and forth against her, and she was pushing me back with her pelvis, he was jockeying his very stiff, very thick cock ever so deeper into my ass.
My ass may have been relatively relaxed - Allie had put lots of toys in it when we were playing - but it wasn’t open enough for Neal. It felt like he was drilling a tunnel through me. It started with a sudden burn and turned into a great tingle that made my penis twitch, even though it was still soft. Allie looked me in the eyes. She wanted me to like this. At that moment I’d do anything for her. I was completely under the power of the moment, under her power. She started rocking her hips against me. She was using Neal to fuck me.
“He’s never not hard,” she said to me. I believed her now. I felt him go the length of my ass, back out and in again. I shuddered to think about what was happening. That I was enjoying this burn-fuck, being used like a toy by Allie and Neal together. Danny stroked himself as he watched, and his rainbow cock was starting to straighten up again. He smirked as he watched us and I was afraid maybe he was going to want to come in me, too, and that I wouldn’t be able to say say no if Allie wanted that. I couldn’t say no to anything she wanted.
As Neal worked me, I started to throb more and more. I couldn’t get hard again but I felt like I might be able to come if someone would just stroke my penis. I knew she wouldn’t, though, she wouldn’t want me to come. I was her toy now and what she really wanted was for Neal to come in both of us. I kept rubbing my flaccid penis up and down between her gaping pussy lips as the cum from the other guys ran out. She smiled at me with her knowing grin, though this time it wasn’t knowing that I was about to come, it was knowing Neal was.
“I can tell he’s almost there. He’s going to come in your boi pussy. He’s making a baby with us. We’re going to have his baby,” she paused and looked like she was about to cry. “Isn’t that wonderful?” She grabbed my balls at that point but pulled a little too hard, reacting as though Neal was making her come again, too, through me. Her eyes closed then and she moaned.
I rocked back and forth with her as she held my balls. She knew what excited me. Neal’s piston was working in my rear cylinder which I felt trying to grab him, almost against my will, and hold him every time he went deep, but I couldn’t make him stay. I couldn’t believe my body was wanting to be fucked by a guy, the guy who had just made a baby with my wife.
Neal’s impact shoved me into Allie and I reached back with my ass to try to hold him as he withdrew. Then with his grip on my hips, he pulled me back onto him. With every thrust I collided with Allie and my little twitching penis rode up over her creamy lips. He was fucking her through me and I was pushing his cum, and Danny’s and the other guy’s, up into her.
“Make a baby with me, sweety,” she said, eyes closed. “It can be yours, too.”
I felt Neal get even stiffer, which I didn’t think was possible, and knew what was going to happen. His cock filled up the small cavern in my ass that was trying desperately to hold on to him and he pulled and pushed feverishly on my hips all of a sudden. All at once, he gave the most satisfied grunt. I saw the cum on Allie’s pussy flood out over my limp penis and I knew he was flooding my ass with the same cream, his baby cream, that had already taken hold in her fertile cunt and made a child for her.
I don’t know how it ended or what I did next. I think at some point Allie told me I could leave. I remember feeling like I sank into the earth.
The next thing I remember I was in my room, packing, when Allie came in. She was cleaned up, dressed. She took my hand and put it on her belly.
“Neal wants to be part of the baby’s life. And he wants me to be available to him when he comes to visit. We both want that.” She was wanting me to agree, but I couldn’t say anything just then. I was still shaken by what had happened. It all seemed like the inevitable outcome of a weekend that had changed our lives. I may have said something like, “we can see,” but I knew there was no real resisting what she wanted.
I couldn’t look Neal in the eyes as we loaded up the car and said goodbye. Allie was all hugs with them. I looked at Jo. She seemed to know what I was going through. She gave me the lightest, cordial hug and kind of patted my back. “You’re so brave,” she said.
On the ride home, Allie took my hand and put it on her tummy. “You’re going to love it, I know you will. Just like it’s yours. You helped to make it, you know.” I felt frozen inside, gulped, and nodded. I guess that was true in some sense. I had been more than a bystander. I had gone along with it all, had been part of it.
She turned and shouted towards the back seat. “Kids, guess what! You’re going to have a baby brother! Or a baby sister. Who knows?”
They roared with delight. “Really?” They said together. Their excitement was spontaneous. “This weekend was so much fun. Mom, are you going to miss Neal? We are!”
I stared at the road and felt numb all over, thinking about the times ahead.
