We See Sex

“Did you miss me?” Susan asked as she hugged Barry at the front door. Barry smiled at his girlfriend. The sun was beginning to set and cast a beautiful orange across the sky.

“You know I did, baby,” he answered, kissing her tenderly. His hands caressed her back as he held her tightly to him. Susan moaned as their kiss became more passionate. Barry broke the kiss, taking her bags and leading Susan into the house.

“How was your trip, Barry?” Susan asked, “My flight was long and the traffic at the airport was horrendous.” Barry thought for a moment, smiling to himself as he remembered the events of the last few weeks.

“You must be tired then. Let’s order in tonight,” he said. Susan lay down on the couch, her head resting in his lap as he stroked her long, blonde hair. “My trip was fun. I met a lot of really neat people. People from all over the country. It was tiring though. I was glad to finally get here.” Susan agreed, cooing as Barry massaged her head and neck.

After a while, Barry got everything ready for dinner. Susan went to the bedroom to freshen up. When she came out, the Chinese food had already been delivered and Barry had it set up with fresh flowers and lit candles. Standing at the table, Barry watched as Susan walked over to him, smiling. He felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest. Even though she was wearing one of his oversized T-shirts and a pair of baggy shorts, she looked beautiful and sexy.

“Oh, Barry,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Everything is so lovely. I’ve missed you so much.” Barry held her tight. The familiarity of her body did nothing to lessen his feelings. Barry kissed her gently, then pulled her chair out, letting her sit.

“So you DID miss me, I see,” she giggled, noticing the bulge forming in her boyfriend’s shorts. Barry blushed slightly, nodding his head. Susan talked about the few weeks she spent at the beach with her parents, telling Barry about the different bars and clubs she went to, about the guys pawing her body when she danced with them and about the nude beach she and her girlfriends went to.

“There really wasn’t any fucking going on, but there was a lot of sucking on the beach,” she said, laughing. “There were girls giving their boyfriends blow-jobs right on the beach. It was really pretty hot watching it.”

“You didn’t find someone to give one to? I know how much you love sucking a cock,” Barry said, smiling. He could feel his cock becoming even harder, thinking of Susan, naked on the beach, sucking his cock.

“That will just have to be one of my little secrets,” she replied, coyly, licking her lips. “I do love sucking, don’t I Barry? Especially when the cock I’m sucking is yours.” Barry squirmed on his chair, adjusting his hard cock. He had shared Susan just one time before, with an old college friend. He had had mixed feelings about it. He had been a little jealous, watching someone else fuck his girlfriend as she’d feasted on his rod with an abandon that had surprised them both. At the same time, the experience had been one of the most erotic that they had ever had together. Now the thought of her sucking a stranger’s cock on a beach was arousing him even more.

“We met some guys there and went out with them that night. It was sort of weird, knowing that they had already seen us naked when we met the at the club.” Barry let his hand slip under the table and stroked his already hard cock through his shorts. He felt it twitching and jerking as Susan told him of the guys dancing with her, their hands sliding all over her body. He knew she loved to tease and could just imagine her pulling out all the stops. Susan could feel Barry’s eyes burning into her, not with jealousy, but with lust. She continued her story, adding emphasis to tease Barry even more, knowing how much he enjoyed these ‘confessions’.

“This one guy just couldn’t keep his hands off my ass,” Susan admitted. When we danced, he would grab my ass, pulling me against him. I felt him grinding his cock against me. It was pretty hot, I must say.”

“Did you do anything with him, later?” Barry asked, stroking his cock under the table.

“No, I didn’t really like him too much. Too aggressive. His friend was cute, though. Real shy, too,” Susan answered, smiling sultrily. “I danced with him some, but this time, I was the one doing the grinding,” she said, giggling. “He was so cute and shy, he didn’t know what to do.” Susan continued telling Barry how she’d taken his hand and let him feel her breasts as they danced. Barry was obviously enjoying the story. “After we danced, I took him out back without anyone knowing and gave him a blow-job. He was so excited it didn’t take him too long to cum.” Susan was giggling as she told Barry, watching him squirm in his seat. “He filled my mouth with so much cum it was hard for me to swallow it all. I hope you don’t mind, baby.” Susan lowered her eyes, acting all innocent as if caught in some minor lie.

“No, baby, its all right. I know how much you love giving head and you gave that guy a thrill he’ll remember the rest of his life. Just as long as that mouth is for my cock only from now on,” Barry replied, smiling at his soon to be wife.

After dinner and cleaning the table and kitchen, Barry and Susan went back to the lounge, sitting on the couch. They watched some TV for a while, Susan resting with her head in Barry’s lap again. Susan turned her head slightly down and kissed Barry’s thigh. Barry had slid his hand over her ass and under the long T-shirt, caressing her back and side. Susan felt at ease in his arms, relaxed, totally at one with him. She started nibbling on his thigh, sending electric shocks through his body. Barry’s hips slowly began rocking as he slid his hand down her back, on to her firm, taut ass. Her knickers felt nice to his fingers, the satin adding to his sensations. He had always loved the feel of lingerie on his fingers. They had been together so long and knew each other so well, that they could tell when the other was becoming aroused. No words were needed and none were said to spoil the moment.

Susan turned on to her belly, pressing her face into Barry’s lap, his cock growing harder with her pressure. She could feel his hand sliding under her knickers, cupping her cheeks. Knowing her as well as he did, Barry knew just which places to touch to bring his lover even higher. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, sliding the fingertips down over her hole and on to her already wet lips.

Susan squirmed, pressing her ass against his hand, feeling his long, thick fingers probing her tunnel. She slid the zipper down to his shorts, pulling his cock out. Biting her lower lip, she looked at the hard, thick shaft before her eyes. She studied the shape and size of his cock, trying to relearn every curve and part of it. Her breathing deepened as she realized that this might well be the only cock she would have for the rest of her life, but it didn’t matter. She loved Barry and loved how he made her feel. She looked at the thick head for another second, then dropped her head, engulfing it entirely.

Barry rocked his hips, helping it into her mouth. Susan was one of the only women able to take him this deep, this quickly. He plunged his fingers deep into her wet pussy as her head came to rest against his mound.

“Ooohhh Ggdddd, Susan, that feels sooo good!!!” he cried, his hips thrusting. Susan could only moan, her mouth filled with his thick cock. She rocked her hips back and forth against his intruding fingers, forcing them deeper inside her aching pussy. Susan loved this position, Barry’s cock in her mouth and his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She struggled to concentrate on his cock, the sensations sent through her body by Barry’s fingers nearly overwhelming her. Susan tightened her lips around his thick cock as the head slid against the roof of her mouth. She could feel his body shaking, trembling as she sucked him. She felt her body getting close to the edge too. Barry’s hand slapped against her ass as he thrust his fingers deep into her again and again. His pounding drove her face down, taking his throbbing shaft even deeper.

Barry could feel Susan getting closer and closer to her climax. He twisted his fingers, rubbing her g-spot as his hand slammed against her ass. Susan moaned, letting the thick cock slip from her mouth. She stroked him several times, sucking on the tender underside of his thick rod. Barry groaned, thrusting his hips to increase the feeling as he worked a third finger into Susan. She squealed, her pussy gripping the intruding fingers. Barry watched as Susan flicked her tongue over the tip, then dropped her head, taking him completely into her hot mouth again. He tensed for a moment, reminded suddenly of the expert sucking that Jane and Shona had given him. Susan looked up at him, her eyes batting as she lured him into her passion.

“Who’s the best cocksucker, Barry?” she asked, her beautiful face lying next to his throbbing, hard cock. “Who sucks you better than me?” Barry had always been able to answer that truthfully, that no one sucked him better than her. But now, having experienced the skills of Shona and Jane, he wasn’t sure. His voiced cracked as he rammed his fingers deep into her wet pussy, her body shaking as her climax ignited.

“You are baby, you’re the best cocksucker ever,” he replied.

Susan engulfed his cock once more, sucking harder than before. Her body was shaking as her orgasm reached its crescendo, peaking just as Barry grabbed her hair. He cried out, thrusting his hips as he fucked her wonderful mouth. Susan came hard, her juices squirting out on to Barry’s hand as the warm fluids ran down her thighs. Barry erupted into her mouth, his cock jerking as it spewed its hot cream. Susan tightened her lips, taking it all. She loved feeling him cum in her mouth, filling her with his passion, his love. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft a few more times, swallowing all she could, concentrating on the sensitive head. Barry’s hips bucked uncontrollably as she drained him of both his seed and his strength. Susan swallowed the warm juices with his cock still in her mouth, then let it out with a pop. She kissed his belly, looking up at him, smiling. She could see the desire in his eyes, feel his passion and love for her.

Even though he had fingered her until she came, Susan was just getting started and Barry knew it. Pulling her up to him, Barry kissed her, biting on her neck. She dropped her head, surrendering herself totally to him. Barry leaned her back gently, their eyes locked the entire time. She pulled off her top, exposing her large, full breasts. She cupped her breasts, playing with her hard, brown nipples as he slid to the back of the couch. He massaged her feet, then her ankles and calves as he kissed his way up her legs. She began shaking with anticipation, knowing that she was about to be eaten as never before. Barry could taste the juices that had already flowed from her aching pussy. He sucked and bit on her inner thighs, rubbing the top of his head against her neatly trimmed pussy. Susan bit her lower lips, waiting for the moment he would take her, to send her into ecstasy.

Susan looked down at her lover, watching him. She had been waiting for this moment for three weeks as they both made their separate ways across the country. She was very sensitive, jumping at each touch.

“Ooohh Gggddd, Barry, I have missed you so much,” Susan moaned as she waited for Barry to take her. Barry looked up, smiling knowingly, as he flicked his tongue up and down over her aching lips. Susan squeezed her breasts hard, her hips bucking slightly. She wanted to grab his head and pull his face into her pussy. But she held her actions, knowing that Barry would take care of her desires and needs. She felt his nails scratch along her inner thighs, his face nuzzling gently against her wet pussy. He was teasing her unmercifully, making her wait and wait for her satisfaction. Susan suppressed her squeals, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Slipping his hands under her firm cheeks, Barry lifted Susan’s ass off the couch, pulling her to his mouth. He plunged his stiff tongue deep into her pussy, grinding his face hard against her. Susan cried out, the sound torn from her mouth as her thighs clamped tight around his head, holding his face against her. She bucked her hips wildly, surprised at how quickly she was responding to his touch.

Susan savored the feeling of Barry’s tongue rubbing against her clit. She squealed, biting her lips as his teeth scraped across her bud, sending wave after wave of electricity through her body. Resting on her shoulders, her hands clasped tight on her heaving breasts, Susan rocked her hips against Barry’s probing tongue.

“Ooohhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Barry… yeesssss, yeesssss!!!!!” she cried, pinching her nipples hard. Her head tossed back and forth against the cushion, her hips fucking his wonderful mouth. Barry squeezed her cheeks, sucking her clit between his teeth, his thumb pressed against her tight rear hole.

“Ooooohhhhhh Ggdddddd yyyeeeessssssss… finger my ass, Barry, finger fuck my ass!!!” she pleaded, her hips thrashing against his mouth. Barry twisted his thumb, working it into her tight hole as he bit and tugged on her wet pussy lips. Susan screamed with pleasure, her body shaking wildly. She could hardly say anything as her orgasm grew deep inside her.

Barry concentrated on her clit, knowing how much women and especially Susan loved it. He sucked and bit her bud, holding it between his teeth. Susan grabbed the cushions, her body twisting, ready to explode. She erupted, flooding his mouth with her hot juices as he rammed his fingers deep into her cunt, the other hand still fingering her ass. Her head banged against the couch as she came again, her climax peaking over and over.

Barry kept his mouth attached to her pussy, licking and tasting her sweet juices. Susan twisted and shook uncontrollably, her body acting with a life of its own. After her initial release, a series of orgasms burst within her, cascading through her shaking body. As she came again and again, she felt her insides tightening, expelling her juices into her future husband’s wonderful mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Susan finally settled on to the couch, sinking deeper into its soft cushions. Her heart was pounding in her chest, beating rapidly, her breathing deep and fast. She lay there for a few minutes, trying desperately to catch her breath as Barry licked her clean, sending even more shivers throughout her trembling body, then kissed his way up, kissing her flat tummy then sucking on the undersides of large breasts. She grabbed his head, clutching him to her breasts. He could feel her heart against his face, beating out her love for him.

Barry slid up, wrapping his arms around her, holding her shaking body tight against his. His hands tenderly caressed her, sliding over her wet body. They lay there for several more minutes, lost in each other’s passion.

“Oh Barry, I love you so much. No one has ever made me feel like you do. Not even a woman has done anything like this to me before,” Susan said softly. She tensed suddenly, realizing what she had just said. It took Barry a few seconds to catch it. He had known she had had a few affairs with other girls, especially her friends in both school and college. In fact, Susan and he had shared one of her friends, quite innocently, after the other girl had broken up with her boyfriend. Barry had always suspected that Susan was more bisexual than she let on and felt himself become even more aroused in response to his girlfriend’s inadvertent slip. He caressed her lovingly, deciding to let her tell him anything in her own time. He let the utterance slip by, kissing her deeply.

They watched TV for a couple of hours more, making love once more in bed before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, Barry slipped quietly out of bed to relieve himself. When he returned, he looked at Susan who still sleeping peacefully, her face still glowing from last night. Barry looked at her quietly, watching her sleep. He thought to himself that not only could she be the only woman for him the rest of his life, but that he would be very happy with it. Just as he was aware that Susan had been with other men and, he suspected, other women since they’d been together, he had been with other women since he’d met Susan. He had always enjoyed the sex with those others, more for the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure he had given them than for his own gratification. He thought again about the adventures he’d had on his journey; about Carla, Marisa, Beth and Terri, Tammy and Jamie and especially Jane and Shona. He had loved them all, giving himself to unselfishly to each of them, satisfying their needs. Yet Susan was the woman that he truly loved. Today he would be committing himself to her and her alone, happy to forgo the additional thrill of the casual, and not so casual, encounters he’d enjoyed in the past. If Barry had discovered one thing during the last few weeks it was that loving Susan was its own reward.

Susan had woken when Barry had got out of their bed. Smiling to herself as she remembered the passion of the previous evening, she felt a thrill of anticipation run up her spine as her thoughts turned to the day ahead. Hearing Barry”s return, she pretended to stir, stretching languorously, savoring the feel of the soft silk sheets next to her skin. She let her eyes flicker open, rubbing them briefly to clear away the last vestiges of her slumber then glanced suggestively at Barry, who was watching her from just inside the door. Moving sinuously, she peeled away the top sheet to reveal her naked body then slowly but quite deliberately spread her legs. “Get yourself over here and fuck me again, Barry,” she purred seductively, slipping a finger between her labia and dipping it into her cunt.

Without the need for any further instruction Barry crossed the room and climbed back on to the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Susan pulled her finger from her pussy and lifted it to her lips, sucking her own juices into her mouth. Instead of moving up, Barry leaned forward. His tongue flicked out and ran lightly along the length of her slit. “Oohhhhh Ggggdddd, Barry, yessssss!” moaned Susan as his tongue explored of her most private flesh. His tongue darted in and out of her hot, wet hole and she squirmed with pleasure. Squeezing her large, full breasts, she cried out as his tongue lashed across her sensitive clit. “Ohhhhhh ffuuuccckkk!” she moaned, tweaking her nipples with her fingers as his lips fastened around her swollen bulb and he sucked it lightly into his mouth.

Susan continued to cup and squeeze her breasts as Barry’s tongue lapped at her pussy. Pinching her nipples harder, she cried out as Barry slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. His tongue flicked over her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out.

Susan felt her body begin to shudder as Barry’s mouth drove her closer and closer to her impending climax. Tossing her head from side to side, she writhed with pleasure as Barry’s tongue lashed her clit, surprised at how quickly Barry’s tongue had worked its magic on her clit, bringing her quickly and effortlessly to the brink of orgasm. As her breathing became increasingly labored she closed her eyes and let the sensations take over. Barry teased her clit with his teeth. Susan’s back arched. “Mmmmmaaaaah,” she sighed as she slipped over the edge, surrendering herself to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Barry slipped his fingers out of her cunt but his tongue continued to lap at her clit, each contact sent fresh spasms through Susan’s body. “Yessssss! Ohhhhh fffuuccckkkk, Barry, yesssss!!!!!” she cried as her climax peaked, subsided then peaked again.

We swam around for a while, and then Sandra started some of those playful games people tend to enjoy when swimming. She began by splashing Paul, and this developed into ducking.

They both appealed to me for help, so I joined in and we alternately splashed and ducked each other.

Sandra broke away and raced up the beach, laughing joyfully. Paul raced after her, followed by me. He grabbed her round the waist and they both fell in a tangle of arms and legs. Wrestling around followed with again both of them appealing to me to join in and help. We were like three children in this exuberant game.

The close physical contact had started to give me an erection, and looking at Paul I could see through his swimming trunks that he was hard.

Sandra managed to break away again and ran a little way along the beach. She stopped and called out, “Come on you guys, catch me and rape me.”

Paul and I looked at each other. I had no idea how to respond in this situation, but Sandra called out again, “What’s the matter, can’t you handle a woman?”

Paul laughed, nodded to me, and we sped off in pursuit of the delighted Sandra. She led us quite a dance, dodging and weaving, until we finally pulled her down.

I kneeled above her head holding on to her arms, while Paul, with Sandra pretending to resist, pulled down her bikini bottoms to reveal a ripe and ready vagina. He sat across her and managed to get her top off revealing her breasts with their large, hard nipples.

Paul now tried to keep Sandra’s legs apart and penetrate her. He found this rather difficult as Sandra had twisted her legs together. He said to me, “I’ll hold her arms and you see if you can part her legs.”

As he sat across her I moved her arms so he could take her wrists and hold her arms by her side. I went to her feet, and after a struggle I finally managed to get her legs apart (I suspect with some assistance from Sandra).

Paul wedged himself between her legs and managed to get his penis into her vagina. After what I had heard of Paul’s non-performance, what followed was a bit of a surprise. Sandra, still laughing kept crying out, “You beast, you beast, stop this at once.” Then her cry suddenly changed. “Oh God yes, put it in me, in me…oh, aah. Oh my God…”

She gave a scream that sent the nearby seabirds flying up echoing her. Paul gave a howling sort of grunt and hammered into her.

There was a pause, and then Paul rolled off Sandra and said to me, “Come on Mal, she’s asked for it.”

I was in a hell of a state and needed no second invitation. I rammed my penis into her. She was soaked with her own fluids and Paul’s sperm and it felt like being in a warm oil bath. In seconds she was having another orgasm. I could not hold off for long, and was soon emptying myself into her.

We all lay recovering on the sand, still laughing. Then rising slowly to her feet, Sandra said, “Let’s go back to the shack.” We dressed and drove off shackwards.

In the living area we lay around drinking brandy and dry for a while, then Paul said, “Come on, we’re not going to leave it at that, are we?”

“Like hell, we are,” returned Sandra, “but let’s take a shower first.”

We crammed into the shower recess, soaping and washing each other, Paul and I paying special attention to Sandra’s vagina and breasts. At one stage she had a penis in each hand, allegedly washing them, but it was more like stimulation.

Barely waiting to dry our selves properly Paul and I half carried Sandra into their bedroom. I dived straight for her vagina (no more resistance games now) and thrust my tongue into her. I glanced up and saw that Paul was busy with her breasts. After a few minutes we swapped roles, with me sucking on her beautiful nipples.

A new turn in events came when Sandra decided to move on top of Paul. She positioned herself so as to leave her anus exposed, and as she drew Paul into her vagina, I penetrated her from behind.

I did not come into her in that position, but waited until she had made Paul shoot into her, and then I lay her on her back and entered her front passage to ejaculate.

It was all something of a sexual frenzy, and I lost count of the times Sandra had an orgasm with us, but it was at least six times.

We finished and lay together on the bed, both Paul and I touching and stroking Sandra. She, on the other hand, just lay there relishing this male attention, and making no move toward further intercourse.

Nothing was said, and we all dozed off. I woke around mid-afternoon. Paul had gone from the bed, but Sandra was there and awake. She was leaning on one elbow looking at me.

“I suppose you want to know what all that was about?” she asked.

I had been so involved with our crazy sexual games, once we got really started with the “rape” on the beach, I had not really given much thought to why it was happening.

Sandra continued, “I took your advice and have been giving Paul some lessons. I told him I had been reading books on the subject, and once he got going there was no stopping him. He seemed to become a different man, at least, sexually. I’ve been having a battle keeping up with all the new things he came up with.”

“At one stage he jokingly said we could do with a threesome because I could go on having orgasms long after he’s come. I didn’t take that one up, but later, when we were discussing your visit to the shack, I idly mentioned that it was a shame that you had to be without a women for so long. He doesn’t know that you and Jill don’t do it any more.”

“He thought about that for a couple of days, then one evening he said, ‘Do you think you could ever fancy Malcolm – sexually, I mean?’”

“I hemmed and hawed around that for a bit, and then said, ‘I haven’t really thought about it, why?’”

“He went sort of funny for a while, and then he said, ‘I’ve been thinking about what you said about Mal being without a woman while he’s with us. We might make him a bit more comfortable if…’”

“You mean you want your wife to have sex with another man? I squawked at him, playing the injured virtuous woman.”

” ‘Only if it doesn’t take anything away from me,’” he said. ‘And only if you’d find it okay. It would be nice for Mal.’”

“That’s how we went on – like a couple of social workers looking after your welfare. He didn’t say a word about his desire for a threesome. So I played along for a while, pretending to be doubtful but gradually coming round to the idea. Once I agreed we planned how we would go about it, and we came up with the idea of the rape on the beach.”

I was both amazed and amused by the way things had developed, but at the same time, I was apprehensive. I had grown close to Sandra, in fact, I was passionately in love with her. If she were now resolving the sexual difficulties with Paul, would this mean the demise of our relationship?

Sandra seemed to read my thoughts. “If you’re worried about our relationship, don’t be. I’ve got plenty for both of you. And now, I must go and prepare a meal. You’ll find Paul doing something to the tractor.” The old tractor was used to pull the boat in and out of the water.

I found Paul pumping grease into the machine, so I stood watching him for a while, waiting for him to speak. When he did, he simply asked, “Okay?”

“Fine,” I said, with equal brevity. We then went on to discuss tomorrow’s fishing expedition. Nothing was said about the sexual romp we had experienced.

The rest of the day passed as it usually did at the shack. We had a few drinks and played some hands of cards, then departed for bed.

I showered and shaved, and clambered into the double bed. The room had once been Sandra and Paul’s bedroom before they built the other section of the house. The double bed had been their bed.

Unable to sleep, I lay thinking about the events of the day. It had been so unexpected that I began to wonder if I had somehow dreamed or imagined it. As my mind rambled on I heard the sound of a door opening followed by rustling footsteps.

The white shape of a naked Sandra entered my room. She pulled down the covers of the bed and got in beside me. “He’s fast asleep,” she said, “make love to me. Make love for a long time.”

Not bothering to wait for any word from me, she sat across me and put her vagina up to my mouth. “Lick me, darling, please. Make me come.”

I put my arms round her thighs and pulled her close, and pushing with my tongue I found her opening. I felt her squirming as I thrust in and out of her, then seeking her clitoris, began sucking it. I could hear her whimpers of pleasure, and felt her woman’s juices soaking my face.

She suddenly went rigid, then began a tremor all over her body accompanied with short, sharp cries of “Mmm…mmm…ah…oh,” and ending with a long drawn out sigh.

Removing her vagina from me she came over me to start licking her own fluids from my face. She kept saying repeatedly, “I love you, I want you, I need you.”

She went down to my penis and began sucking along the shaft. Stopping for a moment she said, “Come into my mouth, darling.” It did not take long. I filled her mouth with sperm and unable to swallow it quickly enough, it ran out of her mouth. She kissed me and I could taste the mixture of our love fluids.

She rose from the bed. “Wait for me, darling she said,” and left the room.

About an hour later she returned. “I had to fix Paul up,” but he’s asleep again now. Let me lay with your penis inside me for a while. We lay together in sexual union.

“By the way,” she said, “Paul thinks it would be a good idea if you joined us in bed tomorrow night. He seems to like the idea of a troika.”

When at last Susan opened her eyes she found Barry staring down at her. He smiled and with a single powerful lunge he thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Susan responded with a lust filled groan as she brought her legs up, taking him deeper into her body. She rested her feet against his firm ass and clawed at his back with her fingers as he thrust his cock in and out. “Oooh Gggggdddd, yesssssss, fuck me, Barry! Fuck me!” she cried as his cock plunged deep into her cunt. With every thrust she felt his balls slap against her. The walls of the cunt flexed, gripping his cock as it slid in and out with long, powerful strokes. “Harder!” she urged, “Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Oh Gggddd yes! Fuck me hard, mmmmm…”

As Barry increased his pace Susan responded by digging her fingers into the cheeks of his ass, forcing him in deeper. She rocked her hips so that she met every thrust at its deepest point, increasing the friction against her throbbing clit. “Oh Barry, oh fuck me! Screw me! Screw me hard and fill my cunt with your cum!” she cried as she came once more, her cunt gripping Barry’s cock even more tightly.

Barry started to thrust harder and faster As Susan urged him on with her obscenities, so at odds with her demure public persona. He pulled his cock so far back that it almost slipped from her cunt before plunging it back in with all the force he could muster. In and out, over and over, his cock hammered at Susan’s cunt as she urged him on. “Oh fuck, oooohhhhh fffuuccckkkkk, I’m almost there,” he panted, feeling the pressure mount.

“That’s it, Barry, give it to me,” moaned Susan, “give me you cum. I want to feel you explode inside me.”

With an animal like groan, Barry thrust hard, impaling her on his cock as he unleashed his load of cum. Susan closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt jet after jet of his sperm flood into her cunt. Barry kept thrusting. With every thrust he shot more of his load deep into cunt until, at last, he was spent.

Pulling his cock from her pussy, Barry rolled away. Susan, recovering slightly, turned her attention to his flagging cock. Even only semi-erect, as it now was, it was still an impressive size. She moved down. Resting her head on Barry’s thigh she sucked the last drops of cum from its end before proceeding to lick him clean. When that task was complete she moved back up beside him where he enfolded her in his embrace. Susan snuggled up against him, feeling the warmth of his body spooned against her. She turned her face to him, smiled then closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep. An hour later, they awoke. After a kiss, Susan, as planned, left him for the day until they were to see each other later that night to begin a new life together.

Susan was in the bridal room with her girlfriends, giggling as they made sure that each of them were as beautiful as possible, without being prettier than Susan. Susan’s mother poked her head in, telling them that Barry had finally arrived. The bridesmaids all looked at each other and nodded knowingly.

“We’ll be right back, Susan,” Carla said, “we all want to meet Barry before the wedding. You’ve kept him to yourself so much, we want to see who this guy really is.” Susan looked up, noticing that all six bridesmaids were getting up.

“All of y’all are going?” she asked, puzzled, “I thought I had shown y’all pictures of him over the last year.”

“Yeah, we all want to see him and talk to him,” Marisa replied. The young women streamed out of the room like a row of ducks following their mother. Susan just shook her head and put the finishing touches to her make-up on her face.

Barry was talking with his best friend when he saw Marisa walking towards him. He thought she looked familiar, but wasn’t sure where he might have seen her before. Then he saw Jane and Shona, followed by Tammy, Jamie and Carla. His heart sank, his stomach tightened as a potentially unpleasant realization hit him. He turned to his friend, telling him that he wanted to meet Susan’s friends alone, since it was the “first” time. Jake said it was all right and left Barry alone. Before Marisa could say anything, Barry jumped in, “Hi, how are y’all? Why don’t we go into this room and talk privately? I want to know all about my wife’s closest friends.”

Barry quickly opened the door and allowed each woman to enter before he slipped in, closing, then locking the door. He didn’t want anyone walking in on the conversation he was afraid was about to occur. He opened his mouth, about to say something probably stupid, when Shona interrupted.

“Barry, before you say anything, we just wanted to talk to you privately, without Susan. We all think the world of her. She is our closest friend and the sweetest, kindest person we know,” Shona said. Barry tried to say something, but she held up her hand, stopping him. “You just hush and listen,” she said sternly, her eyes blazing with emotion. The women were dressed in identically beautiful gowns, tight around the bust, showing ample cleavage, more than most weddings would have, yet Barry hardly noticed. He was too afraid of what was going to happen. Shona continued, “We all love Susan very much and never, I mean never, would do anything to hurt her.” Barry nodded his head in agreement.

“So, what we decided to do,” Carla interrupted, “was to let this be our little secret. All of us agreed that it would do no good to tell Susan at this time.” Barry started to protest but Carla cut him off. “Oh we know that she knows you’ve had other women and she’s told us that you know that she’s had other men BUT she doesn’t know about what you got up to with each of us during the last few weeks, so, if we ever hear that you have hurt her in any way, our deal is off. And since we all can tell the same story, Susan would know it’s true.” Carla let the stern expression she’d assumed slip from her face. “Of course, she’d believe us if we said that all we were doing was making sure that you were enough of a man to satisfy her and I think I speak for us all when I say that you more than satisfied us on that score, didn’t he girls?” The others nodded their agreement, broad smiles on their faces and Barry allowed himself to relax. “So? Do you have anything to say?” Carla asked.

Barry sat in the chair for a moment then stood up. “First I want to thank you all for being here. It means so much to Susan. She has been waiting for all of you for so long and wanting me to meet y’all.” Barry tried to look each girl in the eyes. “Next, I agree. Susan is a wonderful person, very sweet and special. Why do you think I am marrying her? And, I, too, would never do anything to hurt her.” Barry took a deep breath, “Thank you for doing this for Susan and me. I love her very much and I really do plan to spend the rest of my life with her.” Barry smiled at each of the young women, looking at their dresses for the first time. “I feel as though I know each of y’all intimately,” he laughed, “I guess I really do, but I hope that we can becomes good friends. I know that Susan wants to remain close to each of y’all and she has talked about inviting y’all over for extended times. I hope, too, that we can becomes good friends, actually remain good friends, since each of y’all are already dear to me.” Barry noticed that each girl was smiling, a couple trying to hide it, but smiling anyway. “I want each of y’all to have a wonderful time here and let’s make this Susan’s most wonderful night ever.” Barry smiled to each girl, holding their gazes so that they could see his sincerity.

Tammy and Jamie hugged each other, “He’s so sweet,” Jane said then giggled. “Actually, Barry, it’s your job to make this Susan’s most wonderful night,” she added.

Shona nodded. “As Carla said, none of us have any doubts on that score,” she said, the other girls nodded their agreement again. “One of the reason we aren’t telling Susan is that we know how lucky she is to have such a skilful lover. There aren’t many men who are so attentive to a woman’s needs,” she added, giving Barry a light peck on the cheek. Barry felt himself flush at the compliment Shona had paid him and, despite the awkwardness and inappropriateness of the situation, he felt his cock stiffen. Shona reached down to give his cock a surreptitious squeeze. “That’d better be for Susan,” she laughed. “That’s one wedding present I know she’s going to enjoy unwrapping,” she added before kissing him again.

The other girls got together and talked briefly, all nodding her heads. Carla stepped forward, opening her arms to Barry, “Welcome to our family,” she said, smiling. Barry walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. Shona whispered softly, “Just remember, if you hurt her, all bets are off. We’ve known Susan longer than you have so we’ll take our chances if we have to.” She leaned her head back, looking at him deeply then kissed him on the lips again, giving him a quick squeeze on his ass. Shona moved away to be replaced by Jane. Each girl then kissed Barry warmly before going back to the bridal room. In the room, Susan asked what took so long.

“You have a very special man, there, Susan,” answered Jane, smiling at the other friends, “I hope he is as good in bed as he is nice.” All the girls laughed at Jane’s joke. Susan smiled, winking at Jane.

“If y’all only knew,” Susan said laughing as an idea began to form in her mind.

The wedding was perfect. Susan was more beautiful than she had ever been, her face aglow with her love for Barry. At the reception, everyone danced and had a great time. Barry danced with each bridesmaid a couple of times, sometimes with Susan or two of them at the same time. When Susan danced with her friends, Barry could tell that they were a lot closer than regular friends, that Susan had probably been lovers with some if not all of them at one time or another but he wasn’t going to push the point at this time.

Early at the reception, Barry saw Beth, the friend that he had met with Jane and Shona. She told him that she and Mike had split up and that she was going to spend the next two weeks with Shona and Jane, traveling around the country with them before they returned home to the UK. After that, Beth was going to spend some time with Terri and John before deciding what to do with her life. Barry kissed her gently on the cheek, wishing her the best.

Towards the end of the evening, after most of the older guests had left, the girls, including Beth, hung together as a group, even though every single guy was after them. The girls were dancing more sensually together but not too risqué to cause any problems. Barry was sitting, resting, as Tammy and Jamie danced together. Susan came over to him, with a serious look on her face.

“What is it, Susan, is anything wrong?” Barry asked, taking her hand in his. Susan looked at her husband and smiled.

“No, nothing I hope. I just have to tell you something and I hope you understand. You know that I have been with some women before, my friends when I was in that private school in England and others from college,” she said softly. Barry nodded. “Well,” she stammered, “I have actually had more than a few affairs. In fact, I have had lots of them, and not just in high school and college. Actually I… I still like being with women and I have been seeing my friends up until a few nights ago. I know this is a surprise. Are you upset?”

Barry thought for just a second, “No, that’s all right baby. I love you. If that’s who you are, then that’s who I love.” Susan smiled broadly, wrapping her arms around Barry’s neck, kissing him deeply. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, letting him know how happy she was that he was her husband. She broke the kiss, leaning back in his arms.

“I plan to still see my friends, all right?” she asked coyly

Barry smiled, “Of course. Your friends are our friends and you can see them whenever and however you want.” Susan smiled, kissing him several times on the cheek and lips. “Which of them was your first?” he teased.

“Can’t you guess?” Susan laughed. Barry shook his head. “It was Shona,” Susan said softly, “when we were fifteen.”

“What about Jane?” Barry asked.

“Oh, she wasn’t too far behind, even though her real preference is for guys. Shona’s the truly bisexual one. She was Jane’s first too and is the only girl that Jane’s really serious about even if she does mess with others occasionally.” Barry smiled as he remembered the way Jane had ‘messed’ with Beth and Terri. Susan continued, “Those two share everything and I do mean everything and that included me. I’m so glad they were able to come all this way to be here. They made me feel so welcome when I was in England. They’ll always be very special to me.” Barry nodded, recalling the time that he had spent on the road with the two girls, his smile deepening.

“I love you so much, Barry,” Susan whispered, kissing his ear, interrupting his revere and bringing him back to the present. Barry felt his cock become hard as Susan pressed her breasts against him. She could feel him hardening against her mound. “I have another surprise for you, darling,” Susan said, kissing his neck. She broke the embrace and stood in front of Barry. “You know how we have been together so long and even had sex last night, and so tonight really isn’t any different from any other night?” Barry looked at her, not knowing where she was going with this. “Well,” she continued, “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited all my friends to the beach house with us. Even you said that there wasn’t that much to do there since it is so far away from everything.” Barry smiled, imagining the other girls sunning naked on the beach or walking around the house in just their undies.

“That’s all right, baby. I like them, they all seem very nice.” Susan smiled slyly.

“They are very nice… and very good,” she said laughing. They kissed briefly, then Susan turned to her friends, calling them over. They all rushed to her, giggling as they talked about the next week they would spend together. Beth walked up slowly until Susan opened her arms to her, telling her that she felt that they would quickly become good friends, too.

Susan then turned to her friends who were the only ones left in the ballroom along with a few hopeful guys. “Thank you all for coming here and sharing this night with me. It means so much to me. But tonight is not finished for me,” she said, holding onto Barry’s arm to steady herself, “Barry and I have one more thing to do to make this wonderful night complete.” She smiled slyly at her friends. “I guess I have to spend what’s left of my wedding night with my husband, so… Barry and I will take our leave and we will see y’all tomorrow.” She winked at her friends, kissed Barry, then the two left arm in arm.

Jane turned to Shona. whispering, “How much time shall we give them?”

Shona smiled, “About 45 minutes, I guess.” The girls laughed, then went back to the dance floor and enjoyed a few more dances before they all made their way to the twins room for a late night party of their own.

In the elevator, Barry took his wife into his arm. “I love you so much, Susan. When I saw you walking down the aisle, I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.” Susan looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You have made me so happy. I love you, Barry, with all my heart,” Susan whispered softly. They kissed more deeply, more emotionally than ever before. When the elevator came to a stop at the top floor, they were closer than ever, more in love than even a few hours ago. They walked into the bridal suite, ready to consummate their love, their marriage, their life together.

Susan tossed the veil to the floor, shaking her long, blonde hair free. Barry started to unzip the dress, but she stopped him. “I have been waiting to wear this dress for a long time. I’m not taking it off so quickly,” she smiled. Pushing him against the wall, Susan slid her hand down Barry’s chest, grabbing his hard cock. He moaned softly a she skillfully slid the zipper down, slipping her fingers inside his pants. Her knickers were already wet, soaked from the dancing and anticipation of the night. She felt his fingers cupping her breasts, squeezing them through the satin and lace material of her wedding gown. Susan looked up at Barry, smiled, then fell to her knees, engulfing his thick cock in one motion.

“Ooohhh Gggdddd, Susan,” he groaned, his hips thrusting. He felt her lips tighten around his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. He could not believe how hot and sexy she looked. He still had his tux on, she, still in her white wedding gown, sucking his cock. He thrust his hips, fucking his new wife’s face. He moaned, the head of his cock sliding against the roof of her mouth.

Susan slid the thick shaft out of her mouth, looking up at Barry, with a sultry look. Barry almost came right then but squeezed tight. Susan slid her tongue up and down the tender underside of his shaft, her tongue circling the tip. Barry struggled to hold back. He had never been so aroused, so turned on. Watching his girlfriend, no, his wife sucking his cock in her wedding dress was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He grabbed Susan by her hair, pulling her up to him. She pressed her breasts against his chest as she stood, kissing his belly and chest. He held her, turning her so that her back was to the wall. Barry kissed sucked and bit on her neck, cupping her large breasts through her dress.

“Oooohhhhhh Ggdddd, Barry, yeesssss,” she moaned, holding his head to her tits. Barry buried his face in visible expanse of her firm breasts, sucking on the tops as he squeezed them hard. His thigh pressed against hers. Susan opened her legs slightly, letting his thigh rub against her pussy. “Ooohhhh fuck Barry, fuck me, fuck me now!!”, she pleaded, rocking her hips against his thigh.

Barry pulled at her dress, gathering all the material, pushing it up over her pussy. She rocked her cunt hard against his thighs, her wet skimpy knickers doing little to dampen the sensations. He slid to his knees, nuzzling his face against her pussy, inhaling her aroma. Susan bit her lower lip as she felt him sucking her juices through the soaking gusset of her knickers. She grabbed the gown with one hand and Barry’s head with the other, pulling his face hard against her cunt. “Yyyeeeessssssss, yeesssss, eat me, eat my fuckin’ pussy!!” be cried.

Barry pulled her knickers to the side, grinding his face hard against her thrusting mound. He sucked on her lower lips, tasting her sweet juices. Susan shuddered as her orgasm erupted from inside her, her cum gushing out into her husband’s hungry mouth.

Barry increased his tempo, plunging his tongue deep into his wife’s tunnel. “Ooohhh Gggddd, I”mmmm cumming again!!!” Susan screamed, her hips thrusting hard, fucking his talented tongue. Barry grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her pussy hard against his mouth, sucking and eating her wet cunt. Her juices flowed like a raging river, soaking his face with her hot cum. She could feel the warm juices running down her thighs and down her legs. Her body trembled violently as she came again and again, every nerve fiber firing its message of pleasure. “Barry, Barry, make love to me. Love me as your wife for the first time!” Susan urged.

Barry stood up, scooping his hands under her and carried her to the oversized bed. They kissed as he carried her, laying her gently on the soft satin sheets. Susan lay there, looking up at him as he took his clothes off, tossing them to the floor. Susan got onto her knees, unzipped her gown, letting it fall to the bed. Barry pulled the dress off her, feeling the sensual material in his fingers. He tenderly placed the gown on a chair then returned to his wife. Susan moved back to the top of the bed, her eyes locked on his. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them as her fingers tugged at her hard nipples. She giggled as she opened her legs, letting Barry crawl between them, kissing his way up her beautiful body.

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