Bisex Cuckold #17: fun in the garden
Sam tried to make me gag on her strap-on, but my pretending to go cross-eyed and moan in pleasure made her give up in a fit of giggles. She shrieked “You’re impossible!” And dropped it over the side of the bed where it thudded on the floor. We showered, her soapy hands making me hard again while we kissed. “I’ll still fuck other men." I shrugged. "So will I."
The following weekend we were loading the shopping at a supermarket, when two figures approached; a chap, late 50’s, in good shape, grey hair, and his slightly older spouse, both well dressed in country attire. I placed them as soon as she spoke, they were the couple from the house party a while back. I’d been blindfolded and tied to a chair while I sucked him off, and although they very kindly untied me when I asked, I hadn’t actually seen them.
“Hello, excuse me! We saw you both at the party the other week!” She called. They both beamed at Sam. “David here was keen to speak to you. You seemed very popular at the party, poor David couldn’t get near you!” David was looking Sam up and down. “Hello!” He managed, probably picturing her naked and cum drenched on the kitchen table, cocks constantly changing places in her cunt and mouth, men sucking her tits, rubbing their hard dicks on her body.. yes, she’d been popular. “So we ended up finding your.. partner?” She looked at me awkwardly, probably wondering how to say her husband had put his cock in my mouth. “We.. spoke briefly, didn’t we? This is my wife, Sam.” They both looked relieved.
Later that afternoon Sam and I arrived at the secluded little cottage to which they’d given us directions “for tea”. Marge led us through the house to the garden, where David was enjoying the Sun by a table laden with teapot, cups, saucers, scones and little pots with spoons in them. We chatted for a while. David was big in something to do with plastics, Marge had little interest in carnal matters these days, and they had “an understanding, much, as I imagine, you two must have?”
Sam had been strategically placed next to David, their chairs almost touching. His hand had been moving up her thigh as we chatted and disappeared under her dress. From the way Sam's breathing had quickened, he'd just discovered she wasn't wearing knickers. While Marge poured some more tea, Sam's fingers unbuttoned him. She took out his hard dick and gently wanked him, while her smile held his gaze. She let out a small gasp as his hand moved back and forth between her thighs.
David leaned closer to Sam and they kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouths. His hands were feeling her breasts through her dress as she caressed his balls. “My husband can’t satisfy me, David. But a real man, like you..”
Sam stood, and said “it’s a little warm, mind if I undress? She slipped the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall from her slim, pert body. "Lovely", he murmured, taking in her proud little breasts, flat stomach, shapely hips, and eyes resting on her shaved pussy. "Simply.." his cock twitched, finishing the sentence.
Marge moved some of the breakables to a spare chair. “David was rather hoping to give you one on the table my dear, since he missed out." After helping him off with the rest of his clothes Sam stood with her legs apart, bum on the table's edge, and closed her eyes, giggling while Marge blindfolded her with a napkin to make her husband’s fantasy complete. He held her by the waist while she felt for his engorged penis and guided it into her. As David entered her, slowly and deliberately, she sank back onto her elbows, lifting her legs and crossing them behind him, pulling him in. “You feel so good, David!”
"Hold the fucking slut down". Marge and I took an arm each, pinning Sam to the table. David's hands were all over Sam's body as the table creaked in time with his quickening thrusts, her legs locked round him. "Dirty little whore, you love cock don’t you.." he held her hips, Sam moaning as he slid in and out of her. "So.. fucking.. gah.." his rhythm slowed, he was close. "Do it, cum in me!" His rhythm increased, fucking her hard enough to drive her back and forth on the table, hands squeezing her little breasts as he cried out, and shot his load. Sam still had her legs locked round him. "let go of me, I need to cum!" Once released, her hands went to her clit, and she fingered herself to a shuddering climax with David still inside her. He gasped as she came, her pussy squeezing his spent cock. She unlocked her legs and lay breathless as David, withdrawing, rubbed himself on her moist pussy lips.
Sam sat naked on his knee while we finished our tea, his hands still exploring her bare skin. David, also still naked, then led her by the hand on a tour of his flower beds, while Marge and I made small talk. We heard them laughing. They were facing one another, David holding her by the waist and apologising for his growing erection. Sam dropped to her knees and gently took his helmet in her mouth, pleasuring him with her eyes closed as he stroked her head and his hard-on stiffened. He murmured something, and led her to a bench where she knelt, arms on the backrest. Sam moaned as David entered her again. While he drew back and thrusted into her repeatedly, holding her waist, Marge sighed. “He’s always had an eye for a pretty girl. They do seem to get on, don’t they?”
Struggling with my own arousal, I asked Marge if she’d mind me beating one out, and with her ready approval pushed my trousers to my knees, my cock springing up hard and aching for attention. I wanked myself, fondling my balls with the other hand, Marge torn between watching me and watching Sam cry out in pleasure while David had her a second time. My jizz spurted in the air as she came, David not long behind her as he seeded her again.
After our goodbyes, we heard Marge over the hedge as we returned to our car: “what a charming couple!”
The following weekend we were loading the shopping at a supermarket, when two figures approached; a chap, late 50’s, in good shape, grey hair, and his slightly older spouse, both well dressed in country attire. I placed them as soon as she spoke, they were the couple from the house party a while back. I’d been blindfolded and tied to a chair while I sucked him off, and although they very kindly untied me when I asked, I hadn’t actually seen them.
“Hello, excuse me! We saw you both at the party the other week!” She called. They both beamed at Sam. “David here was keen to speak to you. You seemed very popular at the party, poor David couldn’t get near you!” David was looking Sam up and down. “Hello!” He managed, probably picturing her naked and cum drenched on the kitchen table, cocks constantly changing places in her cunt and mouth, men sucking her tits, rubbing their hard dicks on her body.. yes, she’d been popular. “So we ended up finding your.. partner?” She looked at me awkwardly, probably wondering how to say her husband had put his cock in my mouth. “We.. spoke briefly, didn’t we? This is my wife, Sam.” They both looked relieved.
Later that afternoon Sam and I arrived at the secluded little cottage to which they’d given us directions “for tea”. Marge led us through the house to the garden, where David was enjoying the Sun by a table laden with teapot, cups, saucers, scones and little pots with spoons in them. We chatted for a while. David was big in something to do with plastics, Marge had little interest in carnal matters these days, and they had “an understanding, much, as I imagine, you two must have?”
Sam had been strategically placed next to David, their chairs almost touching. His hand had been moving up her thigh as we chatted and disappeared under her dress. From the way Sam's breathing had quickened, he'd just discovered she wasn't wearing knickers. While Marge poured some more tea, Sam's fingers unbuttoned him. She took out his hard dick and gently wanked him, while her smile held his gaze. She let out a small gasp as his hand moved back and forth between her thighs.
David leaned closer to Sam and they kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouths. His hands were feeling her breasts through her dress as she caressed his balls. “My husband can’t satisfy me, David. But a real man, like you..”
Sam stood, and said “it’s a little warm, mind if I undress? She slipped the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall from her slim, pert body. "Lovely", he murmured, taking in her proud little breasts, flat stomach, shapely hips, and eyes resting on her shaved pussy. "Simply.." his cock twitched, finishing the sentence.
Marge moved some of the breakables to a spare chair. “David was rather hoping to give you one on the table my dear, since he missed out." After helping him off with the rest of his clothes Sam stood with her legs apart, bum on the table's edge, and closed her eyes, giggling while Marge blindfolded her with a napkin to make her husband’s fantasy complete. He held her by the waist while she felt for his engorged penis and guided it into her. As David entered her, slowly and deliberately, she sank back onto her elbows, lifting her legs and crossing them behind him, pulling him in. “You feel so good, David!”
"Hold the fucking slut down". Marge and I took an arm each, pinning Sam to the table. David's hands were all over Sam's body as the table creaked in time with his quickening thrusts, her legs locked round him. "Dirty little whore, you love cock don’t you.." he held her hips, Sam moaning as he slid in and out of her. "So.. fucking.. gah.." his rhythm slowed, he was close. "Do it, cum in me!" His rhythm increased, fucking her hard enough to drive her back and forth on the table, hands squeezing her little breasts as he cried out, and shot his load. Sam still had her legs locked round him. "let go of me, I need to cum!" Once released, her hands went to her clit, and she fingered herself to a shuddering climax with David still inside her. He gasped as she came, her pussy squeezing his spent cock. She unlocked her legs and lay breathless as David, withdrawing, rubbed himself on her moist pussy lips.
Sam sat naked on his knee while we finished our tea, his hands still exploring her bare skin. David, also still naked, then led her by the hand on a tour of his flower beds, while Marge and I made small talk. We heard them laughing. They were facing one another, David holding her by the waist and apologising for his growing erection. Sam dropped to her knees and gently took his helmet in her mouth, pleasuring him with her eyes closed as he stroked her head and his hard-on stiffened. He murmured something, and led her to a bench where she knelt, arms on the backrest. Sam moaned as David entered her again. While he drew back and thrusted into her repeatedly, holding her waist, Marge sighed. “He’s always had an eye for a pretty girl. They do seem to get on, don’t they?”
Struggling with my own arousal, I asked Marge if she’d mind me beating one out, and with her ready approval pushed my trousers to my knees, my cock springing up hard and aching for attention. I wanked myself, fondling my balls with the other hand, Marge torn between watching me and watching Sam cry out in pleasure while David had her a second time. My jizz spurted in the air as she came, David not long behind her as he seeded her again.
After our goodbyes, we heard Marge over the hedge as we returned to our car: “what a charming couple!”
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