Dave watched Bob move to the end of the bed, admire, and then caress Trish's butt before stepping back to remove his clothes. Then, while Bob was disrobing, Dave stepped out of the room and into the doorway of the room next door to check on Sally. He saw that Ezekiel was now towered over her, hips moving with hard, determined thrusts. But what he hadn't expected was that Adam was sitting by the bed, holding Sally's hand. 

 Dave looked at Sally's face, expecting it to show pain as Ezekiel was fucking her so hard. But to the contrary, he saw she had totally abandoned herself to him, and her face showed nothing but euphoria.

He felt embarrassed watching Sally being fucked, and he spun on his heels and returned to the main bedroom. Bob was now naked and up on the bed behind Trish. Her hips were moving in tiny jerks as she searched for contact, obviously wanting to get herself off. Bill was still lying on his back beside her and pulling on her hard nipples.

Bob rolled his hand gently around the bare curve of Trish's bum. Then he sharply smacked her right buttock hard enough to raise a red welt. Trish grunted and pushed herself back against him.

"Look how hard that's made her nipples," Bill exclaimed. 

Bob pawed at Trish's swollen sex, then spread her wetness over his knob. Leaning to the side, he acknowledged Bill, then spread her labia apart with his fingers and guided his cock into her with one thrust. He paused a moment, his fingers toying with her clit, and relished the feeling of her pelvic muscles clenching hard around him.

Bill had sat up and moved to the end of the bed to watch Bob's cock penetrating her flesh. Then he leaned forward and resumed caressing her tits.

She was close; Bob was old and experienced enough to see the signs and her need. He pulled out and reached under her, scooped up some of her juices on two fingers, and offered them to her lips. She hungrily sucked his fingers into her mouth and banged her hips back, trying to get him to resume fucking her.

The thought of an older man taking her was turning her on. But his pulling was not what she wanted; it had her frantic for gratification. She knew he was standing behind her, looking between her legs. She felt his soft breath on her bum as he leaned down to inspect her, felt, and then heard the wet sound of him inserting two fingers back into her cunt.   

Goosebumps erupted on her quivering flesh as she waited for what might come next. What she didn't see was Bob whispering in Bill's ear. Then without warning, he was beside her, lifting and rolling her up on top of him. She obliged, happy to ride on top, anything to achieve the climax she craved. She looked at him seriously for the first time; she knew he was around sixty but noted he was in pretty good shape for a guy of that age, with greying hair and signs of middle-age spread. He still had good muscle tone. His prick was of average size, but that was not an issue.

She lifted to lower herself on him, but he pulled her forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Again he revealed his experience; knowing the threshold between pain and pleasure, he bit down firmly on her dark little nub, sending tingles of delicious agony darting down to her cunt.

Finally, when Trish almost couldn't stand anymore, Bob put his hands on her hips, lifted her, and lowered her onto his shaft. Then, using his hands on the modest swells of her buttocks, he dug his fingers in for a better grip and used his strength to rock her vigorously against his groin. Sinking into her sopping pussy, Trish clenched around him, jerking her hips, desperate for contact. At that moment, she felt Bill moving onto the bed behind her, and he pushed a finger into her ass.

Dave looked on as Bill dropped his trousers. His first impression was that the guy had quite a small cock. But as Bill lifted his belly and took it in hand, Dave realised that it was his build and the large pot belly hanging over it that made it look small. It was probably close to six inches, but it was very thick.

He moved up onto the bed, and touched Bob's legs, indicating he needed them further apart. Then, withdrawing his finger, he crawled closer and pressed his knob against her sphincter. 

Dave stepped in, holding his hand up, "hold on, wait, I'll get you some lubrication," and he left to get the bottle of lube he had brought with them, not believing this would happen a second time, but ready anyway. 

When he returned, he found that Bill had his idea of lubricating her. He was leaned forward, trying to insert his tongue into her puckered little ass. Dave had to suppress a laugh as Bill looked like he was lying on a medicine ball. Trish was obviously enjoying this new vice that she had never had before; she was squirming around as though she was lying on a skateboard.

 Bill held out his hand for the bottle, poured some into his hand, and then poured a good dollop down the crack of Trish's ass. He massaged the lube onto his prick, and with the other hand, he used a finger to rub it around her hole, then pushed the finger in.

Trish had tensed up when he inserted his finger; once she had relaxed, he crawled up to spread her two beautiful half-moons and forced his prick against her tight little pucker.

Prick in hand, he felt around, complaining to Dave that he needed to get on a diet, "Sacrilege!" He shouted, "Not being able to see what's happening right below my nose."

He held the bulbous head of his cock against her hole, waiting to feel her relax again, applied some pressure, and felt it pop inside. He held still again, letting her become accustomed to the size. Then when he felt her relax again, he started working it in and penetrating her deeper.

Trish bit hard on her lip. The torturous pleasures coursing through her body were driving her crazy with anticipation. Then she moaned and sighed as a small teasing orgasm rolled through her body. Guiltily, she looked over and saw Dave standing against the wall, watching her. She beckoned him over, wanting him to be a part of this. She needed to touch him, know he was okay, and have him share this.

Dave was putting the lube down on the dresser when he saw Trish's glazed eyes gain some composure and look around for him. As he stepped to her side, his peripheral vision picked up Rufus and Adam standing in the doorway.

He ignored them; he returned his attention to Trish. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and asked if she was okay. She didn't answer, just pulled him close and fumbled with his zip. Bob saw what was happening and motioned Bill to lift his weight, then wriggled his shoulders over the bed so they were on a diagonal, Trish's and his head on the edge of the bed. He also took the opportunity to push his hand down between Trish and himself and push two fingers hard against her clitoral hood.

Trish sucked Dave into her mouth, he felt her wrap her tongue around the head of his knob, and she started frantically sucking him off whilst grinding her clit against Bob's fingers. 

A bigger orgasm was now building, and she used her pelvic muscles to clench down hard around Bob's cock. All this, and the intensely pleasurable pain in her ass, quickly brought on an incredible orgasm. She never felt Bob cum, but knew he had as he slumped beneath her. But she felt Bill come, the weight of his belly pushing down and bouncing on her backside, plus his hoots of laughter and yells of joy.

But it was Dave growling that he was about to cum, that set off the biggest explosion of pleasure that racked her body. As he shot his load into her mouth, she felt she was fainting. She lay still, vaguely aware that the guys were all withdrawing. Then she felt Dave roll her under the covers.

Dave nearly slumped to the floor, his legs all wobbly, but he quickly recovered and looked around to see what Rufus and Adam had thought of all this, also ready to stop them if either thought they try for seconds.

But standing in the doorway were Ezekiel and Sally. Sally, with a look of awe on her face that quickly turned to embarrassment, when she saw Dave looking at her. She pulled Ezekiel from the doorway and disappeared out into the lounge.

Dave lay down with Trish; he wanted to go out and explain to Sally but remembered how Trish had wanted him to cuddle her last time.

 "Are you alright?" he asked her. 

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "Just leave me for a few minutes to calm down, and then I'll have a shower."

"You're sure? I'll go and get rid of everyone if you're okay. Then I'll be right back, okay?"

She nodded, so Dave got up and walked out into the lounge. Bob approached him and complimented him on a great night; Bill also had a rave about the best night ever and handed Dave a bundle of US dollars, "Sorry mate, it's nowhere near what this night has been worth, but it's all the cash I have," and looking over at Rufus, sitting on the sofa, "Ruff, can you sort him out as well, I haven't much cash on me.

Dave tried to motion that it was not needed as Bob had already paid him, but he was already heading for the door. Bob ducked back into the main bedroom, grabbed his overnight bag and said to Dave that he was staying in Bill's spare bedroom as they still had things to discuss.

Then he turned and whispered to Dave, "He's given me confirmation we have the agency. Oh! By the way, leave everything here until the morning; we will be out of the rooms well before 8:00 am as we are playing golf. And I've extended the checkout time until 6:00 pm when I'll drive them to the airport. So come up and clean everything anytime in the morning. You have to be out of your room by 11:00, though."

Dave looked around and saw that only Rufus and Adam remained, with drinks in their hands. He glanced into the other bedroom, but Ezekiel and Sally weren't there. 

Rufus looked to Dave, "we'll finish our drinks and call it a night also."  

So Dave left everything for the morning and went back to lie with Trish. She was still curled under the covers, so he undressed and crawled beside her. He lay in bed, snuggled up to Trish, just holding her for a long while, listening to the sounds of some music channel that Rufus and Adam must have found on the TV. Finally, he spoke up and asked her again if she was okay.

"Yes," she replied. "Nowhere near as screwed up as last time. But still, it is hard to come to grips with everything. I don't know how to react around you, and I don't like feeling like that."

"I know how you feel. I have pangs of jealousy, feelings of wanting to hold you tight and protect you, the concern about you being damaged from all that abuse to your body, but over it all, guilt that I enjoyed watching you being taken by other men. I'm scared one of those will rise to the fore, and I'll say the wrong thing and upset you."

Trish turned her head and kissed him, "We don't need to say anything; it will all come out in the days to come. Let's get up and have a shower."

Getting up, Trish asked him about Sally; she last remembered her being carried to the bedroom by Ezekiel. Dave told her he was concerned for her, but she had been the instigator, teasing all the men, especially Ezekiel. He told her about Sally's antics around the table and her taking her panties, bra and blouse off for Ezekiel.

"I told you we had a safe word, didn't I? Well, the last I saw, she was flat on her back legs wide, and the safe word looked to be the furthest thing from her mind. So I left her alone." 

"Did she see me?" Asked Trish.

"Oh, Hell! I just remembered. Yes, when we all came before, I saw her and Ezekiel standing in the doorway. I don't know how long they had been there. I went to the lounge to explain things to her, but I think Ezekiel had taken her to his room."

They spent some time in the shower, Dave cleaning and cuddling her under the scalding water. When they finished, Trish put on the remaining robe, Dave pulled his clothes back on, and they walked out to the lounge.

Rufus's deep baritone voice greeted them, "Ezekiel came and took Adam down to the room as well. But don't worry about her, Ezekiel will take care of her. He's more of a gentleman than most.

Dave and Trish stopped dead, startled to see Rufus sitting there, still dressed in just the robe. He had a well-toned, muscular body, obviously plenty of time in the gym. They both panicked, wondering how much he had seen and heard.

"Don't look worried. I sussed out very early tonight, that you were husband and wife. Elaine and I have had a similar experience, so I know all the conflicts that will be going on in your minds right now. So your real name is Patricia?" He said, looking Trish in the eye.

Trish realised she was standing there with her robe wide open and made to pull it closed. 

"Please don't cover that beautiful body," said Rufus. "I would like to look at you, and have you tell me how you good people decided to share?" 

Trish pulled the robe closed anyway, but she didn't bother to belt it up. Rufus swung the two-seater sofa around directly in front of the three-seater, and they sat opposite him.

"Tell me how all this started, I want to know everything, and then I'll tell you about how Elaine and I first shared. It might help with how you are feeling now, to hear someone else's experience." 

So they both told him about how they had started the catering business, how it had gone well for two or three months, and then the functions had dried up after Christmas. They had bills and the mortgage, and with no money coming in; we were getting concerned about going under. Then Bob had turned up, asking them to arrange his son's Stag Do. Dave told him about their panic when the stripper bailed out on the night of the party, "About an hour before, I nearly had a heart attack." Exclaimed Dave.

Trish explained she had decided to do the striptease herself, but knowing Dave would not let her, she had kept him in the dark until she walked into the Penthouse with eight horny guys.

She told him she was kind of excited about stripping; it was so far outside anything she had ever done. But that it had been un-expectantly arousing, and she had gotten carried away, going much further with the striptease than she had meant to. Before she knew it, she was naked between two horny young guys, and it had gotten way out of control.

  Dave explained his emotions; he said he would like Rufus to believe he had not interjected because of his concerns for their future. But in reality, he didn't interfere because he was so turned on. More aroused than he had ever been in his life.

The telling was quite cathartic for Dave and Trish; they each opened up and told Rufus little things that they hadn't admitted to each other before. They each found speaking to a third party made it easier.

Rufus just had two questions when they had finished. "Did you enjoy it, Patricia, and had you had fantasies about sharing before?"

Trish sat and thought for a minute. "I did; you know I haven't thought about that. But yes, when I was about eighteen, I read a book a girlfriend loaned me. It had a gang bang scene, and I masturbated to that several times."

"And did you enjoy it?"

Trish looked at Dave guiltily, "Yes, it was amazing, Dave still has problems understanding how I enjoyed some of the more extreme stuff, but it was the more risqué parts that I still think about today, they really turned me on."

Dave opened up, "She's referring to one of the guys calling her a slut, bitch and telling her stuff he wanted to do to her. I cracked and nearly ripped his head off. I can handle almost anything, but not when they treated her like that."

Rufus smiled over at Dave, "I had a similar reaction as you, only I did belt the guy up pretty bad. Got me in deep shit with Elaine, and she was pissed, as that got her rocks off as well."

He looked them both in the eyes. "Let me tell you how Elaine and I got into sharing."

———

Rufus explained that their first time was slightly premeditated.  

"But first, I need to go back a few years," He said.

"I had an uncle that was into sharing his wife. Being brought up in the ghetto, everyone knows everyone's business. I had a conversation one day with my uncle about the rumours I had heard of my auntie sleeping with other men. Being a naive eighteen-year-old, I told him that I didn't believe these things and would beat the hell out of the next person who repeated them to me. My auntie was a handsome woman, and I liked her and, to be honest, had the hots for her."

His uncle had sat him down and told him a few facts about life and that what you see right in front of your eyes is not always how things are. He said that it was his Aunt that needed other men, but he had found he rather enjoyed it. He still could see the disbelief on Rufus's face, so some weeks later asked him to serve drinks at a party they had. At the end of the night, when all but a handful of guys were left, he shoved Rufus into a room and said he would come and get him soon. Rufus heard things happening in the other room and opened the door slightly to watch. He watched from the doorway as five men took her in every way imaginable.

Rufus told them how aroused he had been. And that after that night, he shared his girlfriend with a mate. But once he met and married Elaine, he knew he could never stand to have another man touch her. However, one day, when discussing fantasies, Elaine said that being taken by several men was one of her favourites. After that, they often pretended that others were present when they made love. It never went past acting, though, until they were on holiday a couple of years later.

He said they had gone on a holiday to Bora Bora, in Tahiti. They stayed at a flashy resort that only the wealthy could afford. They did this because of the racial overtones that you get when a black man is with a beautiful petit blond. "At expensive resorts, the money talks, not the skin colour."

Rufus went on to say that he was at the bar getting them drinks on the second day of their stay. He looked over to Elaine sitting by the pool and observed some long-haired dude chatting her up. When he returned to Elaine with the drinks, the guy saw him coming and took off. Asking Elaine about it, she explained that the guy was from a well-known rock group; they were staying in the resort, writing a new album. Rufus had asked why he had up and left so fast. Elaine had told him she was having a week away from her wealthy jealous husband and that he had insisted she takes one of their bodyguards with her.

They had a good laugh about him being the bodyguard, but later that night, Rufus brought up her fantasy. She had said, 'No Way,' but Rufus could see there was an element of interest behind her eyes.  

So the next day at the pool, he noticed the band guys eyeing her up. He told her that she had five very interested guys almost falling out of their chairs for her and that he was going for a walk, to see what would happen. She had told him he was not to leave her, but as he stood to go, she asked, 'well how far should I go'. Rufus had just turned back to her, and told her to go as far as she was comfortable with, he would support her and be there for her, whatever happened.

Once he got to the beach, he glanced back, and they were all pulling up seats around her. He had given them half an hour before returning; they didn't run this time. He got introduced; their names and the band meant nothing to him. He had never heard of them. He had sat to one side and listened to them trying every old line in the book, thinking it was all pretty corny, but noted that all the compliments were affecting Elaine. So he had sat to the side, playing his part as the bodyguard, and observed Elaine giggling like a teenage girl with them. 

Eventually, the band arranged to meet her for dinner that night and left to continue their album. Rufus had confronted Elaine, and she'd tried to deny she was interested, but after a bit of pushing, she finally admitted she was excited about being with them. But that anyone would be, as they were that famous. He asked her about some of the things he had heard them discussing and found that they were trying to get her back to their room to listen to their album and had hinted that if she played her cards right, they would write a song for her. But she had declined, saying they could come to her room when they had written it. So that was why they had taken off; they were going to write her a song and bring it to her room after dinner.

In the room, Elaine told him that the lead singer had asked if she could go to dinner without her bodyguard. They discussed this at length and decided they would take a bit of a risk, and she would go to dinner on her own. But she had to bring them back to their room. Rufus told her he didn't mind how far it went as long as he was there. Their overwater bungalow had two bedrooms; both had large openings between the bedrooms and the lounge. The doors had adjustable louvre shutters, so you could have privacy or leave them open for ventilation. He was to get room service, stay in the spare room, ease the shutter open, and watch what happened.

Elaine was adamant she would not go very far and that Rufus was not to get his hopes up. She told him the rumours about the lead singer were that he had an enormous cock and had deflowered hundreds of virgins. So she wanted to be able to go home and tell her girlfriends if the big cock bit was real.

Rufus told Dave and Trish he had sat in his room panicking, as she was away so long. He started thinking they had seduced her and she had gone to their room, but eventually, after a couple of hours, he heard them at the door. They had guitars and a ghetto blaster with them. 

"They got some music playing, and one of the guys got up and danced with Elaine. She loves to dance; she was a dancer before I met her. The next guy to dance with her was the drummer, and he could dance. The lounge was not that large, but they had pushed the coffee and dining tables out of the way, so there was room. And boy, did the two of them make the most of what they had. I was open-mouthed watching her. She looked dam sexy, the high heels making her shapely ass more prominent."

"The rest of the guys sat and applauded and yelled compliments. Then, they started playing popular tunes, singing along as each took turns dancing with her. What started stiff and forced quickly became a fun party. Finally, the drummer looked over and beckoned me to join them, I thought I was well hidden, but he knew I was there."

"There was a south sea island drum ornament on the cadenza, with a couple of sticks. It was a log, about eighteen inches long. The drummer brought this over to the coffee table and started a beat to the tune that the others were playing on their guitars. He asked if I had drummed. I can hold a beat as good as the next man, but I'm no musician. But he taught me some rhythms on the log, then went to the kitchen, brought back bowls and pots, and joined in with me on these."

"After a while, the others all yelled for him and Elaine to dance again, so he left me beating out a rhythm on the log and took her up in his arms. They were beautiful together, and everyone hushed down a bit to watch. Then it went a bit quieter, and I felt the mood change. I looked over to see his hand snaking down inside her backless dress. I watched as he wormed his fingers in between her cheeks. Now one of Elaine's big erogenous zones is that area around her anus, especially that bit of skin between her ass and her pussy. I saw when he found that, her ass twitched forward onto his leg, which was hard between her own, and she gasped and dug her head into his shoulders to hide her embarrassment." 

"This was the cue for the lead singer and another guy to hop up either side of her and start fondling her as well."

"They just caressed her neck and shoulders, letting the drummer do all the work for the moment and letting her get used to their presence. I watched as he squirmed his hand down further, a thrill running through me as I saw Elaine open her legs so he could get further in. Then I realised what he was up to; he had reached right through between her legs, to her pussy, scooped some of her juices, then pulled back and lubricated her ass. When he stuck his finger in her ass, every one of us knew, as she gave a little 'Oh!' And pushed her hips back against his finger. Then she burrowed her head back against his chest to hide the fact that she was blushing red."

"This seemed to be the signal for the other two to act. When Elaine started undulating her backside on his finger, the lead singer grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up and away from the drummer's chest. The other guy slid the shoulder straps off her shoulders and let the top of her dress fall to her waist, exposing her sheer black bra. They started weighing her breasts in their hands, then running their fingers around her nipples."

"Elaine looked over to me, with a pleading look in her eyes. I went to hop up and stop them, thinking she was panicking. But the pleading look immediately turned to concern as I stood, and I remembered we had said she would call out my name if she was out of her depth. I realised that her pleading look was asking me to forgive her, as she had gone past the point of no return. So I just smiled at her and mouthed that she looked beautiful. She visibly relaxed and leaned forward onto the drummer again, going with all the sensations building up in her."

"Soon the zips on the side of her dress were being undone and the dress dropped to the floor. Exposing the drummer's hand, inside the matching black panties, jerking around between her cheeks." 

 "The lead singer, spoke to Elaine, 'Take your knickers off'." 

"She looked at him then and shook her head."

"I wasn't asking." He said. And he nudged the drummer to stop stroking her.

"The drummer withdrew his hand and stepped back. She hesitated, looked over at me, and saw that I was nodding encouragement. I wanted to see how far this would go, as I was bloody turned on."

"She turned to the lead singer and told him 'you too', slid her fingers in the sides of her panties, pealed them over her hips and let them drop to the floor. The lead singer snatched them up before anyone else got their hands on them, then started stripping off his remaining items of clothing."

"It was then I realised I was as hard as I had ever been, way harder than when I watched my Aunt or girlfriends. This was my wife I was watching, someone that I never thought I would see in this situation." 

"They made her take off her bra, then moved her over to the coffee table. I saw that one of the other guys had gone out onto our deck and brought in a squab from the bench out there, he laid it on the coffee table and pushed it out into the middle of the room. While the lead singer held her knees, the other two laid her back onto it. Then he opened her legs wide and went down on her while the drummer kissed her and his mate attacked her breasts."

Rufus told them he didn't need to explain the rest; they knew what had happened. He was sure all five had her at least twice before they left around 2:00 am. He explained that he and Elaine had gone through the same emotional turmoil over the next few days as they would have. 

 They all sat in silence for a few minutes, each taking in the experiences they had revealed to one another.

Trish broke the silence, "And did the lead singer have a huge cock?"

Rufus laughed, "No, it was nothing special, just average size, but he did seem to know how to use it. Not sure about the one hundred virgins either, but listening to them that night, It was obvious they all had a hell of a lot of women, though."

Trish gasped, "Oh! Christ, I'm horny again. Listening to that has brought back how exciting that first time was for us." She moved her hand under her robe and touched herself, then dipped her fingers deeper and held them up, wet with her juices. "Look at this; I'm sopping wet again."

Rufus pulled his towel open, exposing his very hard cock, "Yes, Your story turned me on too. Elaine and I have experienced that a couple of more times over the years, but we always agree nothing beats that first time."

Dave pushed his towel aside, a little embarrassed to show his cock, with Rufus's monster exposed in front of him, "I feel a little inadequate, looking at you, but I'm so hard, it's hurting."

"Don't be embarrassed, Dave; I often wished I wasn't so big in the past. More than one woman I wanted, turned me down flat because I was too big."

Then he looked Dave in the eye and asked if he would share Trish for one last time.

Dave looked to Trish and noted the slight nod of her head, anticipation written on her face. "I'd love to share her with you, let's both make love to her."

Rufus stood, bent, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He had his arm just under her shoulders, hand holding her left breast. The other hand was under her knees, which left her butt hanging down exposing her. 

 Dave told him to hold her right there, and not move, he stepped over to his bag on the kitchen bench and picked up his camera. Then focused and snapped off a couple of shots. He asked Rufus to turn slightly to the left and saw the perfect shot; he had Rufus framed from the knees up, and Trish's ass seemed to be resting on his very erect pole. Her cunt was open, and light reflected from her juices, running between the cheeks of her ass. Both Trish and Rufus were looking directly at the camera and looked startled, as if they had been caught out.

As Rufus now carried her into the bedroom, Dave followed, thinking what a shame no one but he and Trish would ever see that photo; he knew it was a prize shot.

Rufus set her on her feet by the bed, slipped her robe from her shoulders and laid her down. Dave climbed onto the bed but moved hard against the headboard. He knew just what part he wanted to play in this; he wanted to watch her taken, but to hold her and caress her throughout. So he took hold of Trish under her armpits and lifted her, so her back was against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her butt between his legs. It was awkward, so he sat up and pulled a couple of the pillows behind him.  

Trish lifted her arms and ran her fingers through Dave's hair. They both watched Rufus climb onto the bed and position himself between her legs. He pushed them wide apart, bent down, and wrapt his lips completely around her sex. She arched her back like a cat out in the sun, and her hips took up a rocking motion against his tongue.

Rufus moved back slightly, "You like that?"

Trish franticly nodded her head. Then Rufus pushed his tongue back between her legs and tentatively started moving her juices around with his tongue. He licked her top to bottom, then pursed his lips around her clit and hummed on it, a deep reverberating hum that had Trish tearing at Dave's hair. She dropped her hands, took Dave's wrists and lifted them to her breasts. Dave knew to leave her nipples alone, this early in their lovemaking, and just caressed her breasts and nibbled at her ears, his eyes never leaving that large hot tongue darting between her folds.

Rufus continued to hum but raised his hand under her and opened her up with his fingers. He looked up into Trish's eyes, she was watching him intently, lust blurring her vision slightly. He inserted two fingers and curled them onto her 'G' Spot, then pushed them deep and pulled them out, then in deep again, watching the expression of sheer bliss roll over her face.

 Rufus lifted his head, "Do you want more?"

"Oh god, yes! Pleeeease!" She moaned.

He ducked his head down took her clit between his lips and let out his most resonant baritone sound. Trish twisted her head around, searching for Dave's lips she found them and the liquid kiss she gave him, quickly subsided into a cascade of snatched gasps and shuddering sighs.

Trish grabbed for Dave's fingers and pulled them to her nipples, indicating to him he need not be gentle. So he started pinching and pulling on them as she began to orgasm.

For Trish, it was a beautiful soft climax, nestled between both men, so many of her erogenous zones touched and caressed simultaneously. She slumped back against Dave, and although she felt fantastic, there was a slight disappointment that it was all over too quickly.

But neither Dave nor Rufus stopped; they both needed release, and each kept working on her. Rufus lifted up, withdrew his fingers and massaged her slit with his cock. He watched as his knob grew slick with a coating of her vicious, creamy juices. Trish watched this with a mixture of awe and arousal, such strong reactions brought on by the fact she knew she was about to receive this huge black monster into her slight frame.

Dave took her head in his hands, turned it towards him and kissed her passionately. He loved her so much at that moment, his arousal and love for her overwhelming him with its strength. She returned his kiss, the state of euphoria slowly subsiding, and the tenderness all over her body slowly returning to normal. Then she broke away from Dave's kiss to see what Rufus was doing to her now. She felt him moving up the bed.

"Sorry." He said, as he lifted her knees up and settled his shaft on top of her widespread cunt. "I need you real bad, girl."

Dave reached down and took her knees from Rufus, lifting them right up so they were level with her breasts, then spread them wide. This let Rufus lean forward over her, balance on one hand and use the other to guide his knob around between her legs, he rubbed it through her lips until it, and half his shaft was thoroughly coated in her juices, then presented his knob again her entrance.

"Can I, or is it a bit soon?" He asked.

"Please! But be gentle, I have no idea how I'm going to take all that." And she watched somewhat in awe as he pushed the first two inches into her. 

When young, she had read where the inside of her sheath was ridged and covered in nerve endings. And she had often stuck her fingers in to feel them. Now she knew the ridges were being stretched smooth, meaning that every single nerve ending was in contact with his shaft. She knew this, as the feeling was quite sublime, she could feel the ridge at the base of his knob, moving up inside her, gliding along on her lubrication. The sensations grew as he pushed himself gently forward.

He stopped halfway in and gave her time to adjust, then gave a few slight thrusts that set her aflame. Then she watched and felt another two inches enter her. She felt as full as she had ever felt and marvelled at the fact there was still an inch or more to go. He started long, slow strokes, easing a little more with each stroke. Six or seven glorious long thrusts, and he had his wiry pubic hairs pressing hard on her clit.

Dave let her knees go, so he could resume his attention on her breasts. She lowered her feet to the bed, kept her knees bent, and then spread them as wide as possible so she had a good view of his assault. Watching it was amazing; the visual stimulus of knowing that his thick knob was deep inside and bumping against her womb.

Dave was pulling on her nipples now, and she could feel his hardness pushing against her lower back. She loved being held like this and his attention on her breasts. But she wanted to make him come, and knowing she was not too far off, she turned her head and told him she wanted him in her mouth.

He wriggled out from under her and indicated to Rufus to lift her against the pillows so she could still watch. Then when Rufus had her in position, he presented his now throbbing cock to her lips. She accepted it greedily and bobbed her head up and down as she rolled her tongue under his hood. All the time, she glanced to the side to watch herself being impaled. 

Rufus caught Dave's eye, "She's not far off coming again. Look at her; she's about to blow."

Dave ran his eyes down her body. All the signs he knew so well were there. She was humping her hips up from the bed, her toes curled tight, and she gripped the bedspread so hard the knuckles of her fingers were white. He eased himself around more in front of her, so her head was not at such an uncomfortable angle and started thrusting into her mouth.

Muffled moans and gasps for air escaped from her cock filled mouth. Then a groan from Rufus let him know that he was about to erupt. As Trish arched up from the bed and stiffened, Dave pulled out of her mouth and started stroking himself off with his hand, turning to watch Rufus thrusting hard between her bucking hips. Then watched as Rufus froze and let Trish's sharp jerking hips milk him dry.

Dave erupted; he shot wads of cum all over her face and into her hair. Then, finally, he sat back on his heels and caressed her breast and nipples until she came down from her high and opened her eyes. Then Dave slumped beside her on the bed, totally exhausted.

Rufus also went to withdraw and roll away, but Trish stopped him, "Stay in me for a bit; I want to feel it shrink and watch you withdraw." So Rufus stayed above her at arm's length but still pressed in hard. Slowly Trish came down from her high, her eyes regained all their focus, and she indicated he could move. As Rufus withdrew, she let off a low murmur of appreciation, her eyes locked on his glistening shrunken shaft as it slid out, and she let out a louder gasp as his knob popped free.

Dave lay down beside her and took her in his arms. She rolled into him and moulded her body to his, "Fuck, that was good; was it alright for you?" She asked as she searched out his lips. Dave just moaned a positive response as he ardently responded to her kiss.

Rufus got up from the bed, went next door, donned the robe, and picked up his clothes. He returned to the bedroom to see they were still kissing and hugging one another tightly.

"I don't want to interrupt you two, but I'm going to bed, and I want to thank you both for one of the most memorable nights. If I die tomorrow, I won't care if I head up or down cause I sure have experienced heaven tonight."

Then he handed Trish an envelope, "It was mentioned to me about your being really annoyed when the boys paid you money your first time. But we Americans like to tip and pay for things we enjoy. So please use this to buy yourselves something you will remember me by. Maybe a trip to Bora Bora (he winked at them as he said this), and also in there is my card. If you come to the states sometime, I would like you to meet Elaine. We own four houses, and Bill has about six; they are all situated all over the country, so you are always welcome to use any of them. Finally, my email is on there; I want to see that photo you took, Dave. If you can trust me that I will not share it." And he turned and left.

“I’ll send it to you. Can you do something for me? I don’t want Bob to know Trish is my wife.”

Rufus nodded and turned to leave. They heard the door close, and Dave said, "Let's go to bed. Bob said we have most of tomorrow to clean this up. And I want to make sure Sally is not down in our room upset."

He glanced up at the camera in the bedroom as he left. He considered removing it and the one in the other bedroom but left them. He wanted to edit the video and for the video to be a surprise for Trish.

 To be continued…