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The four of us were on vacation in the Outer Banks. Our friends, Jon and Sara, and my wife and I had picked out a house that we all agreed was worth the extra expense. There was an in-ground pool, hot tub, and a privacy-fenced yard. If we weren’t feeling the beach, there would be plenty to do back at the house.

We ended up using all of the amenities every day because, why not? We paid for that pool and so we made it a point to swim every afternoon. Each night, we would unwind in the hot tub with a cold drink and look at the stars and the Sound. But on the fourth night, Jon said he was turning in. Sara seemed upset with him.

We didn’t ask what was going on, because honestly, it wasn’t our business. Sara asked if we would be using the hot tub and asked if we minded if she joined.

“Uh, it’s yours too,” I said.

“I know, but I didn’t know if you wanted to be alone.”

“Ew…no,” my wife said.

“We did,” Sara said.

“Sick,” she said.

“Well, it’s chlorinated,” I chimed in. “But, yeah, feel free to join us.”

We went to our rooms and I watched as my wife took off her clothes, grabbed a swim suit from her bag and slip into it. Her naked body still turned me on all these years later. I watched the space between her legs, cleanly shaven, her soft folds tight against her body. She pulled her bikini bottom up to her hips, compressing against her skin. Her soft, small breasts, pale from her tan lines, nipples erect, suddenly shielded from view by her top.

She returned the favor, watching my drop my shorts, my cock hanging down and swinging against my legs as I put each foot into my suit. She ogled me, biting her lower lip, and running a calculation about whether we had time for a quick one.

We didn’t. But I appreciated the thought.

We uncovered the hot tub and dimmed the outside lights. As I turned on the jets, Sara walked out of the house and down the wooden path toward us. I didn’t look too closely, because my wife was right there. But I did look. Sara looked amazing. Her tall, slim figure, with her full breasts bouncing with each step, looked so enticing in her red bikini.

“It’s a nice night for this,” she said.

“Yes,” my wife said. “Is Jon sure he wants to miss it?”

“He’s just in a mood. Something is bothering him. But I told him, ‘Jon, stop worrying about that and come outside,’ but he won’t listen.”

The three of us got into the hot tub and I passed the spiked iced tea bottles around. With one sip, I relaxed. The jets pulverizing a sore spot on my lower back. I leaned back and looked up at the night sky. Stars were visible. A thin sliver of the moon. No clouds.

“Did you guys really have sex in here?”

“Laura… would I really make that up? You know me.”

“What if someone saw?”

“No one can see. There’s trees around us, and a fence beside that. Look,” she paused and took another sip of her now empty bottle, stood up, reached behind her back and untied her top. She let it fall into the water.

“Sara!”

My wife went to cover my eyes.

“They’re just boobs,” she said. “He’s seen boobs before. Yours, I’m sure?”

“Yeah, but…”

She sat back in the water and gestured that she would hide them from view now. The bubbles did hide everything. She put her arms back along the sides of the tub and sighed.

“Is everything OK,” Laura asked.

“It’s fine. I just am kind of bummed today. Ankara bayan escort And with only a few days left, I don’t want this trip ruined because Jon can’t let things go.”

“Let what go,” I asked. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“Can I have another drink,” she asked.

I reached into the cooler and handed her another condensation-covered bottle, along with opening one more for me.

“Jon has some things going on. He’s recently become obsessed with something and he won’t let it go. He wouldn’t want me to tell you this,” she paused and looked back at the house. “He thinks he can’t satisfy me anymore.”

“What,” Laura said with too much excitement.

“Shh…” she said. “It started Monday. Remember when you were in the outdoor shower, mid-afternoon?”

“Yeah,” I said, confused.

“He accidentally saw you. He walked by to see if anyone was in there, and there must be a gap in the door. He saw you naked.”

“So,” Laura said.

“So, Jon has always thought he is smaller. He never saw another man naked, except from porn, which only compounds the problem for him. He said, ‘if I was his size, maybe you would have more orgasms.’ sorry… this is awkward.”

“So he’s jealous,” Laura said.

“Yes, kind of. But I told him that’s ridiculous. And I said it when I was climbing on top of him in here last night.”

“That makes more sense,” I said.

“Yeah,” Laura said, nodding at me. “I’m more comfortable with the hot tub sex story now. You wanted to console him.”

“Yes,” Sara said.

“Did it work?”

“Obviously not… maybe this is the alcohol talking but what the flip are you packing?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Laura, can I see it so I can tell him he’s being silly?”

“He will feel better if he knows you saw my penis?” I laughed. “I doubt it.”

“No, no, he totally will. He’s weird like that.”

Laura looked at me and then back to Sara.

“Sure.”

Look, I’m not sure what I measure, or how I compare to other guys. But these were ideal conditions. Summer night, hot tub to maximize her and moisture and I had been in the gym all year, and well… I knew it would look huge.

I stood up, looping my thumbs into my shorts. I raised an eyebrow for further confirmation to continue. They both nodded. Sara slid over next to Laura and pretended to eat popcorn. I pulled my shorts down to let her see my junk. I looked down and saw my balls hanging very low, my cock much lower.

Sara’s eyes popped out of her sockets. It was seriously like one of those cartoons. She then choked.

“Sorry,” she said as she coughed a few times to clear her throat.

“Can I sit down,” I said.

“I’m taking mental notes,” she said. “I didn’t know they came that big.”

“What’s the biggest you’ve seen?”

“Jon’s. I’ve only ever been with him.”

“But porn?”

“Oh, well I assumed that was all lighting tricks.”

“Can I? Do you mind if-“

I nodded.

She slid forward and held her forearm up alongside my cock. When I saw it in comparison, equaling her forearm in length and girth, I understood her shock.

She sat back and exhaled through her mouth.

“I see why he’s so fixated now,” she said.

“He shouldn’t be. Lots of women say size doesn’t matter,” Laura said.

“Do you?”

“Well, honestly, to me it does,” Laura said.

Sara Escort bayan Ankara drained her bottle.

“Well, there’s only one way to settle this. Laura, remember that thing you confided in me?”

“No, don’t. Sh…”

Laura tried to cover Sara’s mouth. It was too late.

“I’ll be your third. I know you’ve been asking her to find someone. Consider it the early 40th present from both of us.”

“It’s supposed to be someone we don’t know that well.”

“Look, I’m a true friend. I won’t try to steal him or fall for him. I want to know what it’s like so I can tell Jon he’s being stupid.”

Laura looked at me. I could, even from the corner of my eye, what she was trying to determine. My answer. She saw it. She pushed me back onto the edge of the hot tub and slide my shorts down. Sara joined, her tugging at them. Laura whispered in her ear, and they both laughed.

“Then ‘Happy Birthday’, she said. She popped one of my balls into her mouth, sucking on it as she squeezed my cock, jerking it above her head.

I grew hard within seconds and Laura and Sara both turned their attention to it. They took turns putting my tip in their mouths as Laura kept hold of my shaft. When I was solid as steel, they ran their lips along it at the same time and I turned on my brain’s auto-record function. I’d be using footage later.

Laura had told Jon and Sara about my vasectomy earlier that year. Everyone knew. She thought she would inspire Jon to get one on Sara’s behalf. It didn’t happen, but I knew that is why Sara was OK with what came next.

I stood and beckoned them both to stand.

“Strip each other.”

They looked at one another and laughed. But they did it. Laura’s breasts were exposed already. I wanted to take handfuls of them to my lips right away. Those grapefruit-sized breasts were the same pale skin color, due to her covering up or sitting in shade on the beach. She flipped her long black hair over one shoulder and removed Laura’s bikini. I saw what I had seen an hour ago in our room. My beautiful wife, naked.

Laura’s hands went to Sara’s waist, where she untied one side of the bottoms, then another. I saw her pussy, no hair but for a thin link of black hair leading to her clit. I touched them both as Laura kissed me. Laura with her familiarity with me, her comfort, led to her being ready to go. Sara wasn’t so much. She did begin to get wet as I ran my finger along her lips, but when I slid a finger in, and a second, I felt how tight she was.

No words were spoken, just shortened breaths, as I grabbed their hands and led them to some deck chairs. One was already reclined and I pushed Sara down onto it. Laura sat above her head, straddling her. She grabbed my cock and guided it until my tip made contact with Sara’s eager pussy. She was so wet. I could see her shaking. She was nervous. Laura pulled me into her and then grabbed my hips and worked me in and out slowly. Just a little at a time. Once she saw my cock was soaked, she let go and held Sara’s ankles, keeping her legs apart.

Sara looked down between her thighs and watched, her eyes wide, her mouth letting out gasps each time I pushed further into her.

I knew something that Sara didn’t. One of Laura’s fantasies was to have a woman go down on her. I looked at Laura and took her shoulders in my hands, guiding her down onto Sara’s face. She was confused by Bayan escort Ankara my direction, until Sara reacts and began to circle her tongue around Laura’s smooth pussy. She moaned within seconds. Came within minutes, writhing and bucking her hips wildly. Once she came, she fell beside Sara onto a second chair and watched as I pulled out of Sara.

She moaned with the sudden loss of my cock inside of her. I took it and slapped it on top of her pale, creamy skin. My balls rested against her pussy, while my shaft, pulsing with heat and slick with her wetness, reached up toward her belly button.

She pushed me back and stood up. She gestured toward the chair and I laid down. She took hold of the arm rests and lowered herself onto my cock. She took her time, easing down until she had me fully in her.

“I want to feel you fill me completely. And I want to feel you come inside of me,” she said, cradling my head against her breasts.

Laura nodded in our direction, as she slipped her hand between her legs and touched herself.

“I want to fuck you until you explode,” she said.

She started to bounce wildly on top of me. Her pussy soft and smashing against my hard body. She convulsed within a few moments as she squirt all over me.

“Sorry,” she said. Her breathing was ragged.

“Don’t be,” I said.

I could tell her energy was gone so I pushed her up and away from me, letting her down easily face down on the chair. I stood behind her, grabbed her hips, lifting her body up before entering her from behind. She gasped with shock at her post-orgasm tightness as I eased back into her. She was so tight that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

She slammed her palms down onto the frame of the chair and lifted herself up onto her hands and knees.

“He’s stretching me out so much,” she said to Laura.

“Jon may notice,” Laura said.

“He may,” Sara moaned.

She looked up at me and smiled. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright so her back pressed against my chest. I began to thrust harder as I wrapped one arm up between her breasts, holding her tight against me, while I grabbed her chin with my free hand and pulled her head close to mine to whisper in her ear. I had a sudden urge to play a part that wasn’t usually me.

“I always knew you were a dirty girl.”

“So dirty,” her lips squeaked out.

“You just needed a big cock to bring it out.”

“Yes,” she moaned. She pushed her hips back into me.

I was close.

“I want to go back to him sore, stretched out, and full of come.”

“Tell him you just had to fuck me.”

“I did. Give it to me,” she said. She slammed against me. Once. Twice. Oh fuck. Three times and I felt my cock rocketing. She kept up her strong and slow movements against me as she squeezed each stream of come from me.

When I was done, and we fell sideways onto the chair. She kept me inside.

“Laura, can you get my bikini?”

Laura did as asked and brought it over. Sara slipped off of me, keeping her legs together as much as she could and then tied her bikini back on.

“I’m going back to Jon,” she said. A tear was in her eye. I felt bad. She noticed and put a finger to my lips.

“Don’t,” she said. “I wanted it. I want it again, but I love Jon.”

“Won’t he notice,” Laura said.

“Yes, but I’m going to fuck his brains out and show him he’s mine.”

She turned and walked away, bouncing along the planked walkway.

Laura sat next to me.

“Please, fuck my brains out,” she said, as she took my still hard cock.

I pushed her onto the chair and shoved my cock into her, filling her, her body bending and arcing in response. She dug her fingernails into my back as I pounded into her.

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