Eliza stood, still fully clothed, with a tight grip on the mid-shaft of my hard cock. Her hold tightened as she stared with disgust and anger at her disgraced husband Dr. Patrick.
Chloe conducted her little orchestra with the flair of a Leonard Bernstein – only with a wooden Sportcraft paddle ball racquet instead of a conductor’s baton. Poor Dr. Patrick, his embarrassingly tiny erection still jutting forward, stood teary-eyed as he witnessed his beautiful young wife territorially holding my larger cock. Of course, he also had reason to cry knowing that Chloe would be delivering twenty full-force spanks to his poor ass with that hard wooden paddle ball racquet. Finally Ellen, by now tipsy as usual, sat in the armchair enjoying the evening’s pageantry massaging her sex through her jeans.
“So, what is going to be first, pleasure or pain?” Chloe asked.
In principle, the question was asked of all of us but we all recognized it was Eliza’s call.
Eliza looked at Chloe. Then she looked at poor Dr. Patrick. Then she looked at my face. Then she looked down at her hand wrapped around my cock. Then she looked back at Chloe and, with the assertiveness of a final Jeopardy contestant who knows the correct question, announced “Pleasure!”
Ellen, sitting in the armchair, took her hand away from her mons pubis long enough to clap, nod her head, and stage whisper “Yes!”
Chloe, still holding the paddle in her right hand, walked over to Eliza and me. She nodded to Eliza. Eliza released her grip on my cock. Chloe replaced her hand in my shaft and led me down the hall away from the others. Out of earshot, she explained the rules for the evening.
“This is for her pleasure, not yours. Understand?” Chloe lectured.
I nodded my head although I can not say I had a good idea where these instructions were going.
“If you cum, I’m going to beat your ass worse than Dr. Patrick is going to get,” Chloe continued. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you later. Now go out there and lay on your back on the carpet.”
So I did as I was told. I walked out to the living room and lay on my back. My cock softened a bit during my “conversation” with Chloe but the sight of Eliza standing over me brought it back to full length and thickness.
Chloe approached Eliza and gently explained her sexual worldview: “Every woman needs to experience a big cock at some time in their life. Some may love it, some may not. Truth is that sometimes the big ones hurt. At the same time, if you have never experienced one, you may one day regret having missed your chance.”
Chloe paused and pointed down to my erection.
“So you are welcome to experience my husband’s cock for a minute or two,” Chloe explained, “Rob and I have a monogamous relationship however so he is not allowed to cum. I will place a condom on his cock just in case some semen is spilled. This is just to give a taste of what a big cock feels like. If you do enjoy it, I have a plan for later.”
Chloe came back with a Magnum to roll on my cock while Eliza undressed without hesitation. Eliza did not remove her bra, perhaps unaware of my love for small titties. The sweetness of her youthful modesty was so touching.
Eliza lay down beside me and straddled me, her hands on the floor by my side supporting her body. With Chloe’s guidance, her sweet labia touched my condom-covered cock head. We both took deep breaths as she lowered herself down.
Ellen got up out of her armchair and settled herself on her elbows four or five feet away from the “point of entry.” Since she needed her hands for balance, she was unable to use them to massage her sex. To compensate, Ellen began to rub her mons against the carpet for stimulation.
Chloe, one hand on my cock and one hand on Eliza’s back, used my cock head to stroke Eliza’s labia. Eliza’s breathing intensified. She gasped when the head of my penis entered her.
“Do you like it so far?” Chloe asked Eliza.
Eliza just responded with a loud “Ahhhh!”
No further articulate verbal response was required.
Eliza’s “ahhhs” increased in intensity as more of me entered her until she shouted: “Ow! … oh my god, it’s hitting my cervix!” I might have seemed nervous at that point because Eliza, catching her breath clarified, “No, it’s a GOOD ‘ow’” and continued to grind and slide up and down my length. Her sexually inspired vocabulary now expanded to include: “Oh God, oh fuck, oh my God, oh fuck…” in variable sequences.
“Chloe,” I whispered to my wife, “we better stop now or I’m going to cum.”
“Ok, Eliza, stop,” commanded Chloe. “We will have more fun later.”
Eliza stopped as commanded. She raised herself obediently off my glistening magnum prophylactic-covered erection. She gradually regained her composure.
With Chloe’s approval, I removed the condom.
Ellen now sat up Indian style with her legs closed and resumed grinding the palm of her hand against her pubis.
“So Neal!,” Chloe addressed Dr. Patrick, “wasn’t it nice to see your sweet wife enjoying some sexual pleasure? A good husband should always rejoice in the happiness of the woman he loves, don’t you think?”
Dr. Patrick, tears still running down his face, nodded weakly.
At that point, we all noticed that his erection had disappeared and a small amount of white goo was dripping off his right hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK Neal! “Eliza shouted, “Were you beating off while I was riding Rob’s cock!” she continued. “That activity was for MY pleasure, NOT yours!”
Turning to Chloe, Eliza demanded “Give me that paddle! That little jerk-off boy is due for a spanking!”
Chloe walked over to Dr. Patrick and handed him a dish towel to wipe the semen from his hand.
“I want to respect your privacy here,” Chloe addressed both Eliza and Dr. Patrick. Chloe handed Eliza the dreaded paddle.
Eliza said she was cold and asked to borrow a robe. I delivered her Chloe’s robe from our bathroom. It covered most of her well but it still left bare the delectable calves of her long legs.
“We do not wish to watch Dr. Patrick’s spanking. When you are done however, Eliza, you are welcome to join Rob and I in our bedroom.”
Chloe and walked down the hall to our bedroom. I looked back over my shoulder one last time as Chloe opened our bedroom door. Dr. Patrick was bent over the sofa. Ellen stood 6 feet away watching. Eliza’s long arm was completely extended, her torso fully twisted, and then she stepped forward and swung the paddle…
I averted my eyes as the CRACK of the paddle impacted Dr. Patrick’s sorry ass. His shriek of pain echoed through the house. This sequence repeated itself over and over and over again for 5 minutes. Finally, Eliza barked at him: “I have some business to take care of. You stay here and do not under ANY circumstances go into the bedroom.”
Dr. Patrick whimpered in agreement.
—-
I was lying on the bed naked when Eliza and Ellen burst into our bedroom.
“Oh my God Eliza, that was incredible. You two should have seen it. It was the ass-beating of the century! He won’t be able to sit down for weeks,” Ellen announced.
I was starting to realize that Ellen was a closet sadist.
“I played varsity tennis in high school,” Eliza explained. “This was much easier than hitting a moving target – although he did squirm quite a bit toward the end.”
Ellen and Eliza both chuckled.
Chloe, still clothed, invited Eliza to sit on the side of our bed. Ellen was instructed to make herself comfortable in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom.
Chloe explained the plan and the ground rules:
“Rob, you performed a wonderful service this evening allowing Eliza to experience a large cock. She seems to have enjoyed it,” Eliza nodded, “and you respected the sanctity of our marriage by not having an orgasm while she rode you.”
Chloe continued: “Rob, as far as I know, you have been my faithful husband for over 20 years and, to be somewhat explicit, you have not cum in any other woman over those years.”
I nodded, thankful that she never found out about my one “slip up” at the October, 2011 American Bar Association Technology forum in Palo Alto. I was chatting with a cute Asian woman, I think her name was Pricilla. We had a few drinks at the hotel bar when she whipped out her phone and showed me a dick pic – apparently of her boyfriend (although she refused to tell me his name). “My God,” I said, “I didn’t realize they made them that small.”
Next thing I know we are upstairs fucking in her hotel suite. The next morning (yes we did it for the third time) she told me she was engaged to be married the next year and that I can NEVER EVER talk about this liaison. I reassured her that she could trust my discretion. I never saw her again and wonder if she really married the guy.
“Rob,” she continued, “I want you to fuck me in front of Eliza and show her how a real man fucks his woman.”
Chloe undressed. My erection stiffened.
“And after we are done, I suspect, after a little breather, you will get hard again. I will give you another condom to wear, and then Eliza can have her way with you PROVIDED that, if you are going to cum, you cum in me or on me.”
I expressed that this sounded like a fine deal to me.
Chloe and I shared a deep kiss.
“Let’s make this a quickie,” Chloe instructed as she positioned herself on all fours and offered her haunches to me. I positioned myself behind her and entered her wet vagina. She moaned as my tip passed through her labia.
Although my balls were painfully full, I had no intention for this to be a quick “wham bam” fuck. I teased her with “just the tip” in and out for a minute or so – massaging her g-spot and clit. She whimpered as she begged for deeper penetration. After finally providing her with my full length, I slowly pulled out, almost all the way and began stroking her vaginal canal in and out for several minutes as she moaned, whimpered, climaxed once and – being the showman I am before an appreciative audience – waited for her third climax before pulling her hips toward me, growling loudly and delivering my seed to the deepest aspect of her vagina.
I stayed deep in her for about a minute. Chloe regained her composure long enough to reassure Eliza that I would be hard again in 20 or 30 minutes. Chloe and I then collapsed on our backs on the bed.
But Eliza wasted no time. She slipped out of her robe, climbed on the bed and took my juice-covered semi-erect penis in her mouth. While my normal refractory time – under the best of circumstances – is thirty minutes to an hour, Eliza had me fully hard within two minutes. She called for Chloe to “bring on the Magnum!”
Ellen, sitting in the armchair, had lowered her jeans and panties to mid-thigh. Her wet fingers were deeply embedded in her sex. Apparently my performance was appreciated by her as well.
Eliza rolled the condom on my cock and climbed aboard. Since my semen was ninety percent drained by Chloe, the “second coming” was not coming anytime soon. All the sexual positions known to man were explored. Eliza’s shrieking climaxes were too numerous to count – although I wondered if her poor husband might have been counting them from the other side of the bedroom door.
After perhaps an hour of this athleticism, Eliza appeared to be ready for some rest and I was prepared to release the remaining drops of semen left in me. I alerted Chloe who removed the Magnum from my swollen tool.
“Come on my tits,” Chloe instructed. She sat on the edge of the bed, pressing them together. I pointed my cock in her direction and tugged on it.
Ellen, at this point had pulled up her jeans and was now sitting on the bed to Chloe’s right. Finally, a little jet of my semen landed on Chloe’s right breast. Chloe looked at Ellen who looked back at Chloe who nodded. Ellen scooped up the semen with her index finger, brought it to her mouth, tasted it, and smiled at me.
—-
The following dawn, our guests gathered their things to leave. Eliza was surprisingly nice to her husband. She gave him a hug and a kiss and told him that she forgave him for his transgression.
“Let’s get together again soon!” Eliza suggested to Chloe. Chloe nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
“God I wish my husband Jay was as much fun as Rob,” Ellen opined to Chloe as she walked out the door. Chloe smiled, put her hand on Ellen’s shoulder and whispered, “I know. I am a lucky woman. You are a wonderful friend. Let’s do lunch next week. Does Jay like to travel? Maybe the four of us can go away for a weekend together?”
After the guests had departed, I took a long hot shower. I opened the towel closet and discovered a 36-count box of Magnum condoms on the shelf. This was even though Chloe and I never used condoms. I smiled all day dreaming about how they might be put to use and with whom.
