Brigit Astar
12-19-2013, 02:22 PM
Ray Pobe and his wife Donna were fucking preparatory to his going on a delivery for his boss Dink. He pumped his short thin cock into her pussy for a dozen strokes and then spurted a watery meager supply of cum. Donna groaned with disappointment and frustration.
Ray rolled off his wife, and she nudged him.
“Why don't you slow down, Ray? Why do you have to go so fast?
“I can't help it, honey,” he whined. “When I start doing it, I can't stop. It feels too good to stop.”
“If you had any consideration for me, you'd slow down,” she said. “But you don't care about my wants and needs. You only care about yourself.”
“That's not true, honey.” he replied. “I love you, and I want to satisfy you.”
“Well, slow down then,” she answered.
“I'm trying,” he said.
“What if I told you that I'm going to get a surrogate?” she asked half-playfully,
“A what?” Ray asked.
“A sexual surrogate,” Donna said. “Someone who can satisfy me sexually—and give me a baby.”
Ray looked blankly at her for a moment, then he chuckled nervously. “I'd say go for it,” he finally said. “I dare you.”
“Are you serious?” Donna asked.
“Sure,” Ray replied. “Whatever fills your cup.”
“Maybe I will,” Donna replied.
She sighed and watched as Ray got up and dressed. She was filled with disatisfaction and unfulfillment. She saw no hope of his ever satisfying her. The size of his dick bothered her. He was so small. He simply couldn't reach her core—the seat of her vast need.
She sighed again as she thought of one of her needs. She wanted to have a baby. But a doctor had examined Ray and informed them that he had a very low sperm count and would probably not be able to impregnate her.
“I'll probably be gone all day,” Ray said. “It's a three-hour drive to Queen's Town, and I'll have to do some negioating when I get there.”
“Okay,” Donna said listlessly.
Ray came over and kissed her cheek. “Love you, honey,” he said.
“I know,” Donna said.
She watched him as he left the room, and after he had gone from the house she got up and went to the bathroom and prepared to shower.
She stopped and viewed herself in the full-length mirror.
Her golden-blond hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her eyes were emerald and had a stormy look to them.
She looked down at her breasts. They were the size and shape of coconuts, and the nipples were rubbery and erect.
She ran her hands down past her hips; they were curvy and shapely. Her legs were full and sleek.
She turned her body to see her rump. It was big, rounded, and upthrust. No sagging. She clicked her tongue in satisfaction.
It would be wrong to call Donna vain. She wasn't wrapped up in herself. She just knew that she had a nice face and body, and she accepted it as a gift.
For some reason, she began thinking of Dink. She pictured his cock in her mind. She had once seen him beating his meat in the bathroom. She had watched through the half-opened door as he stroked his dick. She was amazed at the length and stiffness and thickness of it, and how his balls were bloated.
If only he was good-looking, she thought.
Donna thought Dink had three bodily defects. He had a big nose, big ears, and pudgy thick lips. If it weren't for that, he'd be nice-looking.
She showered, and drew on a short silk robe. She dispensed with panties and bra. She walked to the kitchen and mixed herself a drink, walked into the living room, dimmed the lights and turned on some good music and lit some incense, and sat on the sofa.
She got out some pot and rolled a joint and smoked it. By the time she finished the drink and the joint she was in seventh heaven.
Just at that time there was a knock on the kitchen door and a voice called out “It's me.”
Donna recognized Dink's voice and she walked to the door and opened it...
Dink had thought about Donna the whole time he had driven to their house. She was without a doubt the sexiest woman he had ever seen. His dick grew hard just thinking about her. He had long wanted to fuck her, and as he got out of his car and walked to the kitchen door, he patted his shirt pocket and felt the bulge. And I think I've got just the right medicine to make her open up to me, he thought...
Donna welcomed Dink and told him to “come on in.” Dink took that as a good omen, and followed Donna to the living room.
As he walked behind her, he admired Donna's rear-end. The silk robe she wore fit her like a second skin, and he could see the outline of her big rounded ass. Through the outline of the robe, he could see that she wasn't wearting panties or a bra. His cock jerked in his pants.
“Is Ray gone yet?” he asked.
“Yeah, he left about a half hour ago,” she replied. “He said he'd probably be gone most of the day.”
Dink took this as another good omen.
“Would you like a drink?” Donna asked. “I'm going to fix me another one.”
“Sure,” Dink replied.
She went to the kitchen, and once again Dink admired her body. She was so damned tough!
After Donna came back with the drinks, she sat on the sofa beside Dink.
“I've got some ecstasy,” he said.
“You do?” Donna asked eagerly.
“Yeah, I've got a supply of it.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out some pills. “Here's one for you and one for Ray when he gets home. And I'm going to take one now.”
He popped a pill, and Donna followed suit. Ecstasy was her favorite high. It was even better than mescaline.
“I have some good weed,” Dink said. He took a baggie out of his pocket and rolled a joint, lit it and passed it to Donna. She took a long drag and was satisfied at the smoothness and mellowness of the pot. Within five minutes she was sailing.
Donna sprawled back on the sofa with her eyes half-lidded. She weaved her head slowly back and forth. Dink knew the time had come. Donna's robe had ridden up her to her thighs, revealing all her dazzling legs, and the low-cut robe she wore showed half of her coconut-sized breasts.
He moved a hand and slid it into her robe, cupping a breast. She breathed out heavily and murmered.
He grew bolder and began stroking the titty, scraping his thumb over the nipple.
Donna moaned, and breathed out “We've got to stop. We can't do this.”
“Why not?” Dink asked.
“Because it's wrong,” she replied. “I'm married. I've never been unfaithful to my husband.”
“There's always a first time,” Dink said.
He went down on her titties, going from breast to breast, sucking the nubs and flicking the nipples with his tongue.
Donna knew she should stop, but it was as if her will was paralysed and she couldn't move. Besides, it felt too good to stop.
She moaned as he licked and sucked her tits, and she thrust her chest out, and it was then that he knew he had her. He would be able to fuck that sweet pussy.
He went down before her on the sofa, raised her legs and spread them. Her pussy lay before him in all its golden-haired splendor.
He buried his face in her cunt, swiping his lips and tongue over the slit. She clutched his head and lurched her pussy up to his mouth. She loved having her cunt licked, but her husband wouldn't do it. He thought it was nasty.
Dink jammed his tongue into her pussy, raking it over her clit, and jabbing it up her cunt.
She groaned with the pleasure and began hunching her pussy up to his licking sucking mouth.
He began tongue-fucking her with relish. Her pussy tasted sweet—like musky cinnamon.
Donna thrashed and writhed as she went through the throes of a climax. “Oh, your tongue! Ah, it's so long and thick. Oh, you're making me cum already.”
He continued to tongue-fuck her as she hunched, caught up completely in orgasmic rapture.
He grasped her hand and guided it down to his crotch. As soon she touched his prick, she clutched it and began stroking.
She marveled at how big and hot and throbbing his dick was. She began rubbing it briskly.
Dink slid up her body and burrowed between her legs. He tapped his cockhead upon her pussy and pushed it in.
Donna gasped as the size of his prick as it thrust into her cunt. Dink panted as he dug his dick up her pussy.
He clutched her big soft ass and screwed up her cunt all the way to her core.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her pussy up to give him full access. She had conviently forgotten about his bad looks. All she was concerned about was his big stiff cock continuing to fuck her.
“You like Dink fucking you, honey?”
“Oh, ah, your cock feels so big and good! Ah, you're filling me up. You must have seven or eight inches.”
“All for you, Donna. Up your pussy, up your sweet hot fucking pussy.”
“Oh god, this is heaven!” Donna cried. “Jesus Christ, I could fuck all day.”
“I'll give you the cock any time you want it.”
“Oh god, oh hot fucking cum,” Donna gasped “this is the best fucking I've ever had!”
A series of orgasms ripped through her body, and she hunched and jerked. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her mouth was agape.
Never before had Donna experienced a cock reaching her core, and she thrashed and gasped with passion.
“I'm cuming again!” she cried aloud. “Cuming so fucking good!”
Dink continued to pump his prick deep in her core. Her cunt sucked greedily on his cock, and the little pinchers of her core clamped down on the head of his dick causing him to cry out in pleasure-pain.
Dink felt the cum churning and swirling in his balls, and he knew he was on the verge of shooting his load. He grunted as the cum gushed up his shaft and spurted in Donna's pussy.
“I'm cuming now!” he gasped.
“Squirt it deep,” Donna cried. “Fill my pussy up with cum, Knock me up, Dink. Squit a baby in me. I want you to. I want a baby. My husband's too weak to give it to me, but I know you can.”
“Here's a baby for you,” Dink called out, squirting gob after gob of sperm into her womb.
They shared a delicious afterfuck. Dink slowly twirled his prick in her cunt as she swirled her pussy around his cock...
Unknown to Dink and Donna, Ray had been watching them.
His trip and delivery hadn't taken as long as he thought it would, so he had arrived home early. He noticed with interest Dink's car parked in front of his house. He entered through the kitchen, but then he stopped short when he heard grunting and gasping coming from the living room.
He walked softly up to the doorway and peeked in. What he saw took him aback to say the least.
He saw Dink pumping his big hard cock in Donna's cunt.
Ray's first reaction was one of rage. He felt like rushing into the room and kicking both their asses. But the longer he watched, the more turned on he became.
He didn't try to explain to himself why the sight of his wife being fucked would excite him so, but it did. His cock jerked in his pants, growing stiff and throbbing. He stroked his crotch as he watched.
When Donna cried “Knock me up, Dink, squirt a baby in me!” Ray thought he'd blow his nuts right on the spot. He eased up on stroking his crotch, and decided to leave for the time being. He didn't want to let them know just yet that he had watched them.
He walked out to his car and drove a short distance away and parked and waited for Dink to leave.
When he saw Dink finally leave, he pulled up in front of his house and walked into the kitchen. His cock was rock-hard. He couldn't wait to pump it in his attractive wife.
He found her lying on the sofa in the living room.
“Back already?” she asked.
“Yeah, there was no negoitation involved, so all I had to do was deliver the goods and drive back.”
He got the pot and rolled a joint and they shared it. He got up and went into the kitchen and mixed himself a drink.
“Here you go,” Donna said, handing him a pill. “Compliments of Dink.”
“What is it?” Ray asked.
“Ecstasy,” Donna replied.
“Oh, really?” Ray asked, popping the pill.
“Yeah,” Donna answered. “Dink came by this morning and left us some pills.”
Ray lay down on the sofa beside his wife and slid his hand inside her robe and squeezed a breast. Donna murmured in pleasure.
“I watched you today,” Ray said.
“You watched me?” Donna asked.
“Yeah—you and Dink.”
“You saw us?”
Ray mounted his wife and said “Yeah. I watched him fucking you. I saw him pumping his cock deep in your pussy.”
He pushed his hard prick into her cunt and slid it on in.
“You're not mad?” Donna asked.
“No, not at all. On the contrary, it turned me on.”
Rays' dick may have been short and thin but it was hard as a rock, and he began pumping it into her pussy.
“Slow down, Ray. You're going too fast.”
He paid no heed to her but increased the velocity of his strokes, and all too soon he was spurting his meager watery supply of cun into his wife's cunt.
As always when her husband screwed her, Donna groaned in disappointment. But she had come to resign herself to the fact that Ray had a short thin cock and he would never slow down, and he always squirted such a small wad.
Ray rolled off of his wife and lay there breathing hard. Donna lay there silent. But she was thinking At least I still have Dink.
When he had caught his breath, he said: “I'm going to call Dink, invite him over, so we can have a threesome.”
“I'm going to take a shower,” Donna said.
As she showered, Ray called Dink and asked him over; and he arrived ten minutes later.
After showering, Donna again dispensed with a bra and panties and slipped on a short silk robe.
When Dink arrived, Ray and Donna were sitting on the sofa. They were snuggled up-- Ray had his arm around his wife's shoulders.
“I have another delivery for you to make tomorrow,” Dink said.
“Where?” Ray asked.
“Stone Tree,” Dink replied. “It won't take you long. Just deliver it, collect the bread, and come back.”
“What is it?”
“Ecstasy,” Dink answered. “I have 200 pills for you to deliver to Sunshine. You knows where he lives. You'll deliver it, collect a couple thou from him, and come back.”
“Okay,” Ray replied.
Dink reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a large baggie. “There's 200 ectasy pills in there. I'll pay you your share when you get back.”
“Would you like a drink?” Ray asked.
“Yeah, I would,” Dink said.
“What's your pleasure?”
“Scotch or Bourbon.”
“I'll get it,” Donna said and got up and walked to the kitchen. Both men admired her body as she walked away.
“I'm lucky to have such an attractive wife,” Ray remarked.
“You can say that again,” Dink said.
Donna returned with a tray with three drinks, and the two men sat on the sofa as she turned on some good rock music and dimmed the lights.
“Did you take the ecstasy?” Dink asked Ray.
“Yeah, about a half-hour ago,” Ray replied.
Dink reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out two pills. “Here you go, Donna, have another ecstasy.” He popped a pill, and Donna followed suit.
The three sprawled on the sofa with Donna in the middle. They smoked a joint which blasted them sky-high.
Ray had worked out in his mind the situation with Dink and Donna and he had come to peace with it. He knew that Dink satisfied Donna in a way that he never could, and he knew that his wife wanted a baby and he could not supply her with it. But Dink probably could. Ray was not a jealous guy; he was of the mind-set that whatever made his wife happy made him happy. So all-in-all he was well-satisfied with the situation; besides the fact that it turned him on to watch Dink fuck his wife.
He ran a hand down Donna's robe and cupped a breast and began stroking it. She hummed in pleasure.
He slipped the straps of her gown off and slid it down to her waist and began massaging the titty.
“Have you ever seen a nicer pair?” he asked Dink.
“No, can't say that I have,” Dink replied.
“I watched you today,” Ray said. “I watched you fucking.”
Dink studied Ray's face, looking for any signs of jealousy or anger but he didn't see any. He then assumed things were all right.
“And it turned me on,” Ray added. “Be my guest,” he said, motioning to Donna's other tit.
Dink didn't need any encouragement. He grabbed Donna's breast and squeezed it and raked his thumb over the nipple.
Ray went down on his wife's titty, sucking the nub as he flicked his tongue over the nipple. Dink followed suit, sucking the other tit.
Donna gasped and clutched both their heads and thrust her breasts up to their licking sucking mouths.
Ray raised up from her breast and said to Dink “Fuck my wife, fuck her good.”
Dink turned Donna over so that she was on her knees on the sofa, her behind facing him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed his crotch forward.
Ray got up on the couch, grasped Donna's head and moved his cock to her mouth.
“Suck my dick,” he growled. “Suck every inch of it.”
She opened her lips and Ray slid his dick into her warm wet mouth.
As Dink pumped his prick into Donna's cunt, Ray fucked her mouth. “We're going to give you all the cock you want,” he hissed.
“I'm gonna cum,” Dink cried.
“Knock her up, Dink,” Ray said, “squirt a baby in her. She wants it, and so do I.”
Dink obliged. He spurted long streans of sperm in her womb.
All three were supremely happy and fulfilled. Dink was happy because he had a tight hot pussy to fuck any time he wanted—and the husband liked to watch. Ray was happy because Donna was happy—and he loved to watch her being screwed. Donna was happiest of all because she had two cocks to fuck her. True, her husband's dick left much to be desired, but she had Dink to satisfy her—and she would have a baby.
Who's to say they didn't live happily from then on?
Ray rolled off his wife, and she nudged him.
“Why don't you slow down, Ray? Why do you have to go so fast?
“I can't help it, honey,” he whined. “When I start doing it, I can't stop. It feels too good to stop.”
“If you had any consideration for me, you'd slow down,” she said. “But you don't care about my wants and needs. You only care about yourself.”
“That's not true, honey.” he replied. “I love you, and I want to satisfy you.”
“Well, slow down then,” she answered.
“I'm trying,” he said.
“What if I told you that I'm going to get a surrogate?” she asked half-playfully,
“A what?” Ray asked.
“A sexual surrogate,” Donna said. “Someone who can satisfy me sexually—and give me a baby.”
Ray looked blankly at her for a moment, then he chuckled nervously. “I'd say go for it,” he finally said. “I dare you.”
“Are you serious?” Donna asked.
“Sure,” Ray replied. “Whatever fills your cup.”
“Maybe I will,” Donna replied.
She sighed and watched as Ray got up and dressed. She was filled with disatisfaction and unfulfillment. She saw no hope of his ever satisfying her. The size of his dick bothered her. He was so small. He simply couldn't reach her core—the seat of her vast need.
She sighed again as she thought of one of her needs. She wanted to have a baby. But a doctor had examined Ray and informed them that he had a very low sperm count and would probably not be able to impregnate her.
“I'll probably be gone all day,” Ray said. “It's a three-hour drive to Queen's Town, and I'll have to do some negioating when I get there.”
“Okay,” Donna said listlessly.
Ray came over and kissed her cheek. “Love you, honey,” he said.
“I know,” Donna said.
She watched him as he left the room, and after he had gone from the house she got up and went to the bathroom and prepared to shower.
She stopped and viewed herself in the full-length mirror.
Her golden-blond hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her eyes were emerald and had a stormy look to them.
She looked down at her breasts. They were the size and shape of coconuts, and the nipples were rubbery and erect.
She ran her hands down past her hips; they were curvy and shapely. Her legs were full and sleek.
She turned her body to see her rump. It was big, rounded, and upthrust. No sagging. She clicked her tongue in satisfaction.
It would be wrong to call Donna vain. She wasn't wrapped up in herself. She just knew that she had a nice face and body, and she accepted it as a gift.
For some reason, she began thinking of Dink. She pictured his cock in her mind. She had once seen him beating his meat in the bathroom. She had watched through the half-opened door as he stroked his dick. She was amazed at the length and stiffness and thickness of it, and how his balls were bloated.
If only he was good-looking, she thought.
Donna thought Dink had three bodily defects. He had a big nose, big ears, and pudgy thick lips. If it weren't for that, he'd be nice-looking.
She showered, and drew on a short silk robe. She dispensed with panties and bra. She walked to the kitchen and mixed herself a drink, walked into the living room, dimmed the lights and turned on some good music and lit some incense, and sat on the sofa.
She got out some pot and rolled a joint and smoked it. By the time she finished the drink and the joint she was in seventh heaven.
Just at that time there was a knock on the kitchen door and a voice called out “It's me.”
Donna recognized Dink's voice and she walked to the door and opened it...
Dink had thought about Donna the whole time he had driven to their house. She was without a doubt the sexiest woman he had ever seen. His dick grew hard just thinking about her. He had long wanted to fuck her, and as he got out of his car and walked to the kitchen door, he patted his shirt pocket and felt the bulge. And I think I've got just the right medicine to make her open up to me, he thought...
Donna welcomed Dink and told him to “come on in.” Dink took that as a good omen, and followed Donna to the living room.
As he walked behind her, he admired Donna's rear-end. The silk robe she wore fit her like a second skin, and he could see the outline of her big rounded ass. Through the outline of the robe, he could see that she wasn't wearting panties or a bra. His cock jerked in his pants.
“Is Ray gone yet?” he asked.
“Yeah, he left about a half hour ago,” she replied. “He said he'd probably be gone most of the day.”
Dink took this as another good omen.
“Would you like a drink?” Donna asked. “I'm going to fix me another one.”
“Sure,” Dink replied.
She went to the kitchen, and once again Dink admired her body. She was so damned tough!
After Donna came back with the drinks, she sat on the sofa beside Dink.
“I've got some ecstasy,” he said.
“You do?” Donna asked eagerly.
“Yeah, I've got a supply of it.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out some pills. “Here's one for you and one for Ray when he gets home. And I'm going to take one now.”
He popped a pill, and Donna followed suit. Ecstasy was her favorite high. It was even better than mescaline.
“I have some good weed,” Dink said. He took a baggie out of his pocket and rolled a joint, lit it and passed it to Donna. She took a long drag and was satisfied at the smoothness and mellowness of the pot. Within five minutes she was sailing.
Donna sprawled back on the sofa with her eyes half-lidded. She weaved her head slowly back and forth. Dink knew the time had come. Donna's robe had ridden up her to her thighs, revealing all her dazzling legs, and the low-cut robe she wore showed half of her coconut-sized breasts.
He moved a hand and slid it into her robe, cupping a breast. She breathed out heavily and murmered.
He grew bolder and began stroking the titty, scraping his thumb over the nipple.
Donna moaned, and breathed out “We've got to stop. We can't do this.”
“Why not?” Dink asked.
“Because it's wrong,” she replied. “I'm married. I've never been unfaithful to my husband.”
“There's always a first time,” Dink said.
He went down on her titties, going from breast to breast, sucking the nubs and flicking the nipples with his tongue.
Donna knew she should stop, but it was as if her will was paralysed and she couldn't move. Besides, it felt too good to stop.
She moaned as he licked and sucked her tits, and she thrust her chest out, and it was then that he knew he had her. He would be able to fuck that sweet pussy.
He went down before her on the sofa, raised her legs and spread them. Her pussy lay before him in all its golden-haired splendor.
He buried his face in her cunt, swiping his lips and tongue over the slit. She clutched his head and lurched her pussy up to his mouth. She loved having her cunt licked, but her husband wouldn't do it. He thought it was nasty.
Dink jammed his tongue into her pussy, raking it over her clit, and jabbing it up her cunt.
She groaned with the pleasure and began hunching her pussy up to his licking sucking mouth.
He began tongue-fucking her with relish. Her pussy tasted sweet—like musky cinnamon.
Donna thrashed and writhed as she went through the throes of a climax. “Oh, your tongue! Ah, it's so long and thick. Oh, you're making me cum already.”
He continued to tongue-fuck her as she hunched, caught up completely in orgasmic rapture.
He grasped her hand and guided it down to his crotch. As soon she touched his prick, she clutched it and began stroking.
She marveled at how big and hot and throbbing his dick was. She began rubbing it briskly.
Dink slid up her body and burrowed between her legs. He tapped his cockhead upon her pussy and pushed it in.
Donna gasped as the size of his prick as it thrust into her cunt. Dink panted as he dug his dick up her pussy.
He clutched her big soft ass and screwed up her cunt all the way to her core.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her pussy up to give him full access. She had conviently forgotten about his bad looks. All she was concerned about was his big stiff cock continuing to fuck her.
“You like Dink fucking you, honey?”
“Oh, ah, your cock feels so big and good! Ah, you're filling me up. You must have seven or eight inches.”
“All for you, Donna. Up your pussy, up your sweet hot fucking pussy.”
“Oh god, this is heaven!” Donna cried. “Jesus Christ, I could fuck all day.”
“I'll give you the cock any time you want it.”
“Oh god, oh hot fucking cum,” Donna gasped “this is the best fucking I've ever had!”
A series of orgasms ripped through her body, and she hunched and jerked. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her mouth was agape.
Never before had Donna experienced a cock reaching her core, and she thrashed and gasped with passion.
“I'm cuming again!” she cried aloud. “Cuming so fucking good!”
Dink continued to pump his prick deep in her core. Her cunt sucked greedily on his cock, and the little pinchers of her core clamped down on the head of his dick causing him to cry out in pleasure-pain.
Dink felt the cum churning and swirling in his balls, and he knew he was on the verge of shooting his load. He grunted as the cum gushed up his shaft and spurted in Donna's pussy.
“I'm cuming now!” he gasped.
“Squirt it deep,” Donna cried. “Fill my pussy up with cum, Knock me up, Dink. Squit a baby in me. I want you to. I want a baby. My husband's too weak to give it to me, but I know you can.”
“Here's a baby for you,” Dink called out, squirting gob after gob of sperm into her womb.
They shared a delicious afterfuck. Dink slowly twirled his prick in her cunt as she swirled her pussy around his cock...
Unknown to Dink and Donna, Ray had been watching them.
His trip and delivery hadn't taken as long as he thought it would, so he had arrived home early. He noticed with interest Dink's car parked in front of his house. He entered through the kitchen, but then he stopped short when he heard grunting and gasping coming from the living room.
He walked softly up to the doorway and peeked in. What he saw took him aback to say the least.
He saw Dink pumping his big hard cock in Donna's cunt.
Ray's first reaction was one of rage. He felt like rushing into the room and kicking both their asses. But the longer he watched, the more turned on he became.
He didn't try to explain to himself why the sight of his wife being fucked would excite him so, but it did. His cock jerked in his pants, growing stiff and throbbing. He stroked his crotch as he watched.
When Donna cried “Knock me up, Dink, squirt a baby in me!” Ray thought he'd blow his nuts right on the spot. He eased up on stroking his crotch, and decided to leave for the time being. He didn't want to let them know just yet that he had watched them.
He walked out to his car and drove a short distance away and parked and waited for Dink to leave.
When he saw Dink finally leave, he pulled up in front of his house and walked into the kitchen. His cock was rock-hard. He couldn't wait to pump it in his attractive wife.
He found her lying on the sofa in the living room.
“Back already?” she asked.
“Yeah, there was no negoitation involved, so all I had to do was deliver the goods and drive back.”
He got the pot and rolled a joint and they shared it. He got up and went into the kitchen and mixed himself a drink.
“Here you go,” Donna said, handing him a pill. “Compliments of Dink.”
“What is it?” Ray asked.
“Ecstasy,” Donna replied.
“Oh, really?” Ray asked, popping the pill.
“Yeah,” Donna answered. “Dink came by this morning and left us some pills.”
Ray lay down on the sofa beside his wife and slid his hand inside her robe and squeezed a breast. Donna murmured in pleasure.
“I watched you today,” Ray said.
“You watched me?” Donna asked.
“Yeah—you and Dink.”
“You saw us?”
Ray mounted his wife and said “Yeah. I watched him fucking you. I saw him pumping his cock deep in your pussy.”
He pushed his hard prick into her cunt and slid it on in.
“You're not mad?” Donna asked.
“No, not at all. On the contrary, it turned me on.”
Rays' dick may have been short and thin but it was hard as a rock, and he began pumping it into her pussy.
“Slow down, Ray. You're going too fast.”
He paid no heed to her but increased the velocity of his strokes, and all too soon he was spurting his meager watery supply of cun into his wife's cunt.
As always when her husband screwed her, Donna groaned in disappointment. But she had come to resign herself to the fact that Ray had a short thin cock and he would never slow down, and he always squirted such a small wad.
Ray rolled off of his wife and lay there breathing hard. Donna lay there silent. But she was thinking At least I still have Dink.
When he had caught his breath, he said: “I'm going to call Dink, invite him over, so we can have a threesome.”
“I'm going to take a shower,” Donna said.
As she showered, Ray called Dink and asked him over; and he arrived ten minutes later.
After showering, Donna again dispensed with a bra and panties and slipped on a short silk robe.
When Dink arrived, Ray and Donna were sitting on the sofa. They were snuggled up-- Ray had his arm around his wife's shoulders.
“I have another delivery for you to make tomorrow,” Dink said.
“Where?” Ray asked.
“Stone Tree,” Dink replied. “It won't take you long. Just deliver it, collect the bread, and come back.”
“What is it?”
“Ecstasy,” Dink answered. “I have 200 pills for you to deliver to Sunshine. You knows where he lives. You'll deliver it, collect a couple thou from him, and come back.”
“Okay,” Ray replied.
Dink reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a large baggie. “There's 200 ectasy pills in there. I'll pay you your share when you get back.”
“Would you like a drink?” Ray asked.
“Yeah, I would,” Dink said.
“What's your pleasure?”
“Scotch or Bourbon.”
“I'll get it,” Donna said and got up and walked to the kitchen. Both men admired her body as she walked away.
“I'm lucky to have such an attractive wife,” Ray remarked.
“You can say that again,” Dink said.
Donna returned with a tray with three drinks, and the two men sat on the sofa as she turned on some good rock music and dimmed the lights.
“Did you take the ecstasy?” Dink asked Ray.
“Yeah, about a half-hour ago,” Ray replied.
Dink reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out two pills. “Here you go, Donna, have another ecstasy.” He popped a pill, and Donna followed suit.
The three sprawled on the sofa with Donna in the middle. They smoked a joint which blasted them sky-high.
Ray had worked out in his mind the situation with Dink and Donna and he had come to peace with it. He knew that Dink satisfied Donna in a way that he never could, and he knew that his wife wanted a baby and he could not supply her with it. But Dink probably could. Ray was not a jealous guy; he was of the mind-set that whatever made his wife happy made him happy. So all-in-all he was well-satisfied with the situation; besides the fact that it turned him on to watch Dink fuck his wife.
He ran a hand down Donna's robe and cupped a breast and began stroking it. She hummed in pleasure.
He slipped the straps of her gown off and slid it down to her waist and began massaging the titty.
“Have you ever seen a nicer pair?” he asked Dink.
“No, can't say that I have,” Dink replied.
“I watched you today,” Ray said. “I watched you fucking.”
Dink studied Ray's face, looking for any signs of jealousy or anger but he didn't see any. He then assumed things were all right.
“And it turned me on,” Ray added. “Be my guest,” he said, motioning to Donna's other tit.
Dink didn't need any encouragement. He grabbed Donna's breast and squeezed it and raked his thumb over the nipple.
Ray went down on his wife's titty, sucking the nub as he flicked his tongue over the nipple. Dink followed suit, sucking the other tit.
Donna gasped and clutched both their heads and thrust her breasts up to their licking sucking mouths.
Ray raised up from her breast and said to Dink “Fuck my wife, fuck her good.”
Dink turned Donna over so that she was on her knees on the sofa, her behind facing him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed his crotch forward.
Ray got up on the couch, grasped Donna's head and moved his cock to her mouth.
“Suck my dick,” he growled. “Suck every inch of it.”
She opened her lips and Ray slid his dick into her warm wet mouth.
As Dink pumped his prick into Donna's cunt, Ray fucked her mouth. “We're going to give you all the cock you want,” he hissed.
“I'm gonna cum,” Dink cried.
“Knock her up, Dink,” Ray said, “squirt a baby in her. She wants it, and so do I.”
Dink obliged. He spurted long streans of sperm in her womb.
All three were supremely happy and fulfilled. Dink was happy because he had a tight hot pussy to fuck any time he wanted—and the husband liked to watch. Ray was happy because Donna was happy—and he loved to watch her being screwed. Donna was happiest of all because she had two cocks to fuck her. True, her husband's dick left much to be desired, but she had Dink to satisfy her—and she would have a baby.
Who's to say they didn't live happily from then on?