Eric was a flesh copy of the statue Adonis … blonde, beautiful, built, a bit guileless, much like my Tiffany. He sat in the chair opposite mine and appeared to be apprehensive, as I'm sure my request for him to ravish my wife was not a common solicitation.
"My wife should be out momentarily,” I told him.
"Okay,” was his only reply.
Tiffany appeared at the door at that moment.
"Hello gents,” she sang.
She was breath-taking, the most beautiful I had ever seen her, and it was apparent by the way Eric was looking at her that he was of the same rationalization. Her cheeks were pink with the excitement of her upcoming tryst and her breath was already coming out in quiet pants. Her outfit, the red fishnet catsuit that I had requested she wear, adhere to her body like a second skin. There were two cut outs for her nipples to extend through and an opening in the crotch that revealed her pink satin pussy lips. I had always insisted that she keep her pussy shaved and beautifully bare, and she did so lovingly. I could see the rise in Eric's pants as my wife struck a pose in the doorway.
"You look exquisite, my dear,” I told her as I took her hand and led her ceremoniously into the room, “I would like for you to meet Eric. Eric, this lovely creature is my wife Tiffany."
They said hello to each other, but seemed a bit shy to get started. I decided that an icebreaker was in order.
"Why don't I turn on an adult movie to get you in the mood and I'll prepare us some drinks."
As I switched on a movie and made my way to the door, I turned to see Eric standing and walking towards my wife. Yes, I thought, he will do just fine.
By the time I returned with the drinks, he had pressed her against the wall and they were engaged in a hot, torrid kiss. A twinge of jealousy went through my veins as I watched and remembered when just kissing my lovely bride would make my cock rise in my pants. Now it seemed as if it took an act of Congress to get it to do so.
I sat back on the velvet chaise lounge and sipped my brandy as I watched the scene unfold. It was beginning to look like one of my xxx-rated adult movies.
Eric opened Tiffany's legs and began fingering her pussy through the separation in her outfit. She let out a loud moan. I smiled. This was going to be quite a performance to witness.
She pressed her open mouth to his as her hand went straight between his legs.
"You're so hard,” she groaned, her mouth trailing from his as his hands tightened their grasp around her waist.
She dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth against the outline of his bulge while fumbling with his zipper, then slowly unfastened his pants and reached inside. She tried to wrap her hand around his cock but couldn't manage to get it around the thickness. I could see the urgency in her face as she pulled his pants to the floor in the enthusiasm to see him.
His cock jumped forward and for a split second, she lost her breath as the large head came out.
"You have the biggest cock I have ever seen,” she whispered.
She pulled his rod to her face and slowly worked her lips around it. His head tilted back and he closed his eyes in delirious enlightenment.
As she felt him tensing, she let him slip from the wetness of her mouth. Standing up, she wrapped her hand around him, and pulled him to her until the head of his cock met her clit. Her knees trembled as she looked down to see their sexes meeting. She stroked him, moving him up and down her swollen slit. Tiffany looked over at me and I nodded my approval for them to continue.
He pressed into her and for a moment, the look on her face was that she thought he might be too large for her to take.
"You're so tight,” he said, pressing harder against her, moving slowly, drawing her onto him.
Her tight pussy began to give to accommodate him.
"Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “My pussy has never been stretched like this."
She wanted him all.
"You're so thick,” she whimpered as she pulled him in more, “Ohmygod, yes. F … fuck me hard."
He turned her around, bent her over, and began thrusting his cock in and out, and her hips pushed back to eagerly meet every move. She placed her hands high on the wall, spreading her legs wide and sticking her ass up as high as she could. I smiled. Tiffany had such a wonderful ass and she displayed it proudly. He grasped her hips and plunged into her from behind with hard, long strokes.
I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on the small of her back as he pounded her wet cunt. His large, hairless balls bounced against her pussy lips with every plunge.
"Harder,” she whimpered.
I could see her starting to orgasm … that explosion that comes from deep inside her pussy, taking over her body like nothing else can. Her legs began to tremble and her cunt was an open cave.
"I'm coming!” he called out
"Come inside me!” she begged, “Fuck me hard! I want to feel you come inside me!"
She felt him tense and she tightened her pussy muscles on him. His head fell back and she felt his spasms inside her. His body shook, then he withdrew his cock, and stumbled back against the bed.
"My god,” he groaned, “That was incredible."
Tiffany looked over at me to see if everything was still all right. Everything was more than all right. I had been stroking my cock while watching and for the first time in a long time, it was hard as a rock. She smiled and came over, kneeling beside the chaise.
"May I suck it, Andrew?” she asked timidly.
"Yes, my dear. Please do."
She put her hand around my shaft, taking it gingerly in her fingers as if she were touching fine porcelain.
"It will not break, darling,” I told her, “you may hold it tighter."
She held it firmer, then lowered her face to it, engulfing the head between her lips. I moaned, giving myself over to her talented mouth.
As much as I loved her blow jobs, what I really wanted was to officially make love to my bride as I had before taking the blood pressure medication.
"Darling,” I breathed as I stroked her golden hair, “let's go to the bed."
"No,” she said quickly, “I'm not giving this a chance to go down."
With that, she stood up, got on the chaise with me, and straddled my lap to lower her pussy onto my cock.
It had been a long time since I had seen my bride take charge and take what she wanted, so I willingly allowed her to do so. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and she tilted her head back as she sank down on my shaft and I put my hands on her wasp-size waist to pull her down even tighter. She moaned, as did I, and then we began to move together, developing a rhythm that we could both be comfortable with.
By this time, Eric had recovered and came over to watch. To be honest, the thought of being observed before this night would have made my cock shrivel up and hide beneath my balls, but there was something about being with Tiffany now in front of his young man that made me feel like Superman.
He reached, almost bashfully, for his own cock, looking at me to see if it was all right that he did so. I neither gave him the go ahead sign nor the sign that he couldn't. I didn't care. All that mattered to me at that moment was my lovely bride and how much pleasure I was bringing her.
The harder Tiffany rode my cock, the harder Eric stroked his own shaft. She glanced over, seemingly just aware that he was there, and smiled.
"Come on my titties,” she told him.