Sunday morning, I woke up early and moved quietly so as not to disturb Stan and Susan while they slept. After getting dressed, I went downstairs to the kitchen.
I made a quick phone call, and my surprise for Susan was arranged.
I began frying bacon and pork sausage. While that was cooking, I went to the fridge and took out milk, orange juice, butter, and jelly. I placed these items on the table, checked on the bacon and sausage, and then proceeded to set the table.
The bacon and sausage were cooked, and I placed them on a plate before putting them in the microwave to keep warm. Next came the eggs, toast, and coffee. Once the toast and eggs were ready, I arranged them on plates and set them on the table.
“Good morning, Ricky,” Stan said as he took a seat at the table.
“Good morning, is our slut up yet?”
“She will be down shortly.”
“Good, I have something to tell you, and I’m sure you will like it,” I said as I shared my plan for tomorrow with him.
“I’m sure the slut will be more than delighted,” Stan said before taking a sip of coffee.
Just as I placed the coffee pot on the table, Susan appeared without any clothes. She walked over to me and embraced me.
“Good morning, sir. If you don’t mind, I would like some cream in my coffee,” she said, helping me take the food to the table.
Before I sat down, she knelt and pulled down my shorts.
“Please have a seat, sir. Enjoy your breakfast while I get my cream.”
Stan was enjoying his breakfast while watching Susan suck my cock.
I had been horny since I woke up and quickly found myself with an erection. She licked and sucked my cock while her hand gently fondled my testicles.
Within a few minutes, her oral skills had completely drained me. As she opened her mouth, I noticed that she had not swallowed all of the cum. After standing, she took her seat, where a cup of coffee awaited her.
Stan had stopped eating, and we watched as she opened her mouth and dribbled the cum into her coffee. It was quite a sight, and then she picked up the cup and took a sip.
“Mmm, delicious. Sir Stan, I hope you will provide me with cream from now on when Sir Ricky isn’t around.”
“I’d be more than happy to, slut. Now please have some breakfast.”
“Not until I have some more cream,” she said, walking over to Stan.
Susan knelt down as he stood and lowered his shorts. He grasped the back of her head and pulled her closer to him.
Gurgling and gagging sounds were heard as Stan thrust deeply into her throat.
Her oral skills caused the testicles to release their load in a matter of minutes.
She opened her mouth to show that she had not swallowed all of the cum.
Susan returned to her seat, where she found a fresh cup of coffee. We both watched as she dribbled the cum into her cup and took a sip.
“Mmmm, delicious, Sir Stan,” she said, setting the cup down.
The three of us had an enjoyable breakfast as we recounted our carnal activities. Afterward, we cleaned up, Susan and I went outside while Stanuffywent to get something.
As we walked down to the pool, I removed my shorts, and we dove in headfirst. The cool water was refreshing. We began swimming toward the far end when we heard a splash. Stan caught up with us, and the three of us raced to the far end and back to the shallow end.
As we reached the shallow end, Stan said, “Float on your back, slut. I want to watch Ricky pleasure you.”
Stan and I were standing in water that was nearly chest-deep when she flipped onto her back. Stan supported her shoulders while I slipped beneath her, parting her legs before standing up. With her toned legs draped over my shoulders, I lightly touched her puffy lips with my tongue.
As I licked the length of her slit, I swirled my tongue along the soft, puffy lips. Continuing upward, I gently inserted the tip of my tongue between them. When I reached her clit, it had already emerged from its hood.
“Oooh, don’t tease me any longer; please, tongue-fuck me now, Sir,” she pleaded as Stan kissed her neck and caressed her magnificent tits.
Ignoring her plea, I sucked on her clit as if it were a nipple, swirling my tongue around it. After a few seconds, I licked back down and pushed my tongue a little deeper into her flower.
Keeping this up, Stan pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out in a pleading voice, “Sirs, I need to come badly. Please, please let me come!”
The water around us transformed from calm to turbulent splashes as our slut thrashed from side to side, moaning and pleading.
After four more passes up and down her slip, I plunged my tongue as deep as I could inside her. Swirling my tongue, I found the ‘spot.’
“Cum for us, slut,” Stan said as he cupped her tits in his hands.
“God, I’m close, Sir Ricky!” Susan cried out as her thrashing created larger splashes.
While I swirled my tongue around, hitting the ‘spot’ with each pass, I flicked her clit with a finger. After a couple more minutes, she was in a state of orgasmic bliss.
“AAARRRGGGHHH! I’m C-CUMMING!” Susan exclaimed, covering my mouth and chin with her sweet nectar.
Slipping from between her legs and standing in chest-deep water, the two of us held her in our arms as she recovered.
“Thank you, Sir Ricky. You have a deliciously wicked tongue,” she said before kissing me passionately.
I placed my hands on her slender hips and turned her to face Stan.
“Thank you, Sir Stan.” I’m excited to see what you both have planned for the rest of the day.”
“For now, let’s go to the daybed, Slut,” Stan said, taking her hand.
I had moved to the opposite side, took her delicate hand in mine, and the three of us walked up the steps to the pool and made our way to the daybed.
Stan had placed a cooler with three paper plates next to the bed and arranged the pillows. When he opened the cooler, there were three wine glasses, a bottle of American Gewurztraminer, and some strawberries.
“Please make yourselves comfortable on the bed; I will serve you.”
“Thank you, slut. We have a quick learner, here Ricky.”
“That we do, Stan,” I said, taking the wine glass from Susan.
She handed Stan a glass and then placed the strawberries on the plates before giving them to us.
Stan placed his plate down, then set Susan’s plate in front of him before taking her glass.
“Very kind of you, sir,” she said, climbing onto the bed.
We relaxed, savoring the wine, strawberries, and the warmth of the sun on our skin. After finishing a second glass of wine, Stan asked Susan to lie on her stomach. He instructed me to place a pillow under her hips while he reached under another pillow.
“Close your eyes, take a deep breath, relax, and enjoy,” Stan said as he retrieved two bottles from beneath the pillow.
He handed me one bottle and when I saw the label it took me by surprise. It read ‘lube’ and Stan gave an approval nod. He pointed down at the bed and I set the bottle next to me.
Stan moved in front of Susan and knelt with the other bottle in his hand. He gestured for me to straddle her calves, which I did. “Hold out your hands, Ricky,” he said and poured a generous amount of lotion.
He then mirrored the action with his free hand as he silently mouthed the next instruction. On the count of three, I began working on that cute butt while simultaneously, Stan focused on the shoulders.
We massaged her exquisite body, and our slut could be heard murmuring her approval. Stan glided down the gentle slope of her back, tracing the alluring curve of her sides.
I gently massage her butt, gradually moving towards the edges of her labia.
Thirty minutes of massage transformed into a passionate frenzy.
Our slut moaned, and that was when I withdrew my fingers.
Susan pleaded, “Please don’t stop; I’m so close.”
“Not to worry, slut. We have a surprise for you,” I said as Stan reclined, his head resting on a pillow.
“Go ahead and insert that cock into your pussy, then lie on top of your husband and remain still. Do not look back; take a deep breath and relax,” I said, picking up the tube of lubricant.
I applied lubricant to two of my fingers before generously applying it to her anal area. Her body jerked slightly as I slowly inserted my fingers.
“Mmm, that feels good,” The slut said softly.
I continued to apply lubricant until her anus was adequately wet and slippery. Then, I spread a generous layer on my shaft.
“I’m going to insert my cock, slut. Be a good girl and don’t move.”
My cock entered her tight anus, and I paused several times to allow Susan to adjust to the size.
Once, as I was deeply engaged, Stan and I slowly began fucking our slut.
I could feel Stan’s cock through the thin wall between us. We established a rhythm and were fucking our beautiful slut with abandon.
The three of us sounded like animals in heat, a fine sheen of sweat covering our bodies as we drew closer to the peak of ecstasy.
“Fill me with your cum, sirs!” Susan cried out.
Stan and I came simultaneously, grunting and groaning as we did.
As we recovered, my cock softened and I slipped out of her. We both sighed as the intensity of our experience subsided.
Rolling off her back, I lay on my back while Susan rolled off Stan, ending up between us. The room was warm, and the scent of intimacy lingered heavily in the air. We lay there, basking quietly in the afterglow.
When we recovered, the three of us stripped the bed and put on clean sheets and pillowcases. Afterward, we took a shower. Stan and I thoroughly washed our slut. We dressed in t-shirts and athletic shorts, going commando.
Once downstairs, Susan headed to the kitchen while we made our way to the living room. She returned with a six-pack of Yuengling beer, distributing a can to each of us before taking a seat.
The conversation revolved around the recent events. They expressed happiness about being my first experience with anal sex. Stan was worried that I might have found it strange to feel him while we fucked Susan. I reassured him that I did not find it odd.
“Sir Ricky, my ass will be sore for a few days, but it was worth it. You are becoming quite the lover.”
I felt myself blushing and thanked her for the compliment. We sat together, conversing and enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. After finishing the six-pack, Stan suggested we go to Charlie’s Tavern for a bite to eat, then return to spend some time in the hot tub to kick off the evening’s erotic escapades.
As we headed home, Susan asked, “What about tomorrow, Sir Ricky? Will you be going home in the late afternoon?”
“You’ll need to be patient, slut.” I said before kissing her.
Upon arriving home, we headed straight for the hot tub and jumped in without taking off our clothes.
“Let the carnal activities begin!” Susan exclaimed.
We continued well into the night, and I couldn’t help but think about what tomorrow would bring.
Stan gave me a knowing smile, as I was sure he was thinking the same thing.
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