Part Five
It took about five weeks to arrange but eventually Angie and Larry agreed a date, time and venue. Guess where that was? Yep. You guessed right. Right here. In our place. It seemed the logical thing to do, saving Angie driving halfway round the country to meet him.
Angie had been so excited all the time, messaging Larry on the web and then phoning him. I was there when she did. I realised from the way she drooled that he had as many hots for her as she had for him. And the closer the time came to their meeting, the randier I became.
Larry was fine with me being there Angie said – I should think so, I thought; I was the host! I just hoped I would at least see part of the action if not be invited to join in.
We collected Larry from the railway station. God he seemed so suave yet he was a real nice guy, just the sort you wouldn’t mind shagging your missus. Think Angie had trouble recognising him with his clothes on but hey! He was in town and with a surprise in tow. An elegant looking woman probably in her early fifties, a bit older than Larry. Very smart lady, nicely dressed, not too heavy on the make-up so looked very natural in her appearance. She was called Marie, his photographer! Never gave it a thought really but thinking about it, every ‘conquest’ on his website was depicted and some lucky fucker had to take those shots.
Marie promised we would get a full set of the photos - from every angle! Guess I was playing pocket billiards in the car all the way home.
Whilst chatting to Marie, I almost missed the mutual looks of wantoness between Angie and Larry. Yeah, I realised. His eyes were undressing her and doubtless she was doing likewise with him. Somewhere I recall him mentioning that each of his encounters was like playing out a fantasy, and this was becoming a real fantasy... for me too!
We all spent a time getting to know each other and whilst Marie and I felt more relaxed, the sexual tension between Larry and Angle was growing. Eventually we all went into our spacious bedroom and I watched as Marie began setting up her lighting equipment. The time was approaching and I gazed towards Larry.
When he took Angie in his arms she sighed. I saw the look in her eyes as she looked into his. Sheer wantoness. I knew she was becoming blind to me in the room, the moment in time that I no longer existed in her world.
Maybe it was a dream world, but from my angle I could see the bulge in Larry’s trousers, watched as Angie slid her hand down, between their bodies, and fondled him. In turn he held her closely, hands running up and down her back, tracing her bra, then moving down her spine to the waistband of her black pencil skirt.
I couldn’t help it; I was already hard in anticipation of what might follow. I heard Marie whisper to me; ‘You’re a big boy! I’ll have to do something about that!’ Her hand brushed gently against me. My head began to spin.
I watched Angie almost slam her mouth to Larry; they became entwined in each other’s arms. Breathing heavily, panting, in expectation of fulfilling their fantasies. Larry stood back, unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside. Moved to Angie, slowly undid the buttons on her white silk blouse and pushed the garment from her shoulders.
Her lacy black bra, edged with red, was another turn on for me. I wanted her to remove it; instead Larry went lower, found the zipper on her skirt, unclipped the securing button and pushed it sensually down over her hips until it dropped to the floor. Angie stepped out of it. My God! You live with someone for years and you overlook their beauty. She looked stunning in her matching panties, a suspender belt with real stockings, her exposed thighs so milky white.
If I wasn’t in company I would have jacked myself off but, I had to hold everything back. Marie was doing her stuff, taking posed shots from the camera affixed to the tripod whilst still moving round taking other shots from a hand held camera.
Larry stood back, admiring my wife. How she could have said she was a bit heavy I don’t know, maybe it was the diet that helped flatten out her delightful belly. He was drooling went in and slowly removed her bra. Her breasts dropped from the cups and bounced tantalisingly. I wanted to get hold of them, suck her nipples like I so often did, but no. This was Larry’s turn, all the time his lips were round those hardened nipples, Angie gurgled with pleasure. Her hands dropped again to the massive swelling in his trousers. She fumbled with his belt buckle, managed to unclip the waistband and slowly drew down his zip and sank to the bed.
Angie raised her backside as Larry drew her panties down, then off came garter belt and stockings. All the time Marie was flashing away with her camera; and I played with my cock through my pocket.
Larry’s trousers dropped to the floor, he kicked them away though all eyes were on his rigid cock that poked out of the waistband of his shorts. Fuck! Angie sent the shorts downwards and gasped at the enormity of the weapon in front of her face.
Not bragging but I could almost match him for length, but the girth... it would be a good woman to take that monster. And Angie was about to prove a point.
Maybe I was a bit jealous as I watched her take his tool in her hands, caress it, stroke it, her eyes looking up at Larry. Then she did something she was not usually happy with. She took him into her mouth. First his knob, then a couple of inches more. Her head moved slowly, sensitively over his stem. Then his cock popped out with a plopping noise. His glans exposed, glistening with Angie’s saliva.
They were talking to each other in low, indistinct tones and I wanted to go closer, hear exactly what they were saying. Maybe I grimaced as I watched his hands explore Angie’s body, her face, her neck, shoulders, torso avoiding, tantalisingly, her breasts, her pussy, her butt.
You learn a lot from an expert, and this man was showing me how to treat a woman, my own fucking wife! How tenderly he lifted each breast in turn, drew his fingers round her stiffened nipples, kissed them, spent a lot of time making her writhe and moan with pleasure, every now and then going up and kissing Angie fully on the lips.
She was in ecstasy, lost in the sublime fantasy that was being played out. His fingers traced round her belly button, down to her inner thighs, round to her buttocks, each movement so deliberate, so planned.
Angie was already oozing as his fingers prised her gently open, revealing the inner beauty of the beast that would soon draw him in. He went down on her, mouth to lips, doubtless savouring her very personal scent, tasting her love juices. She almost screamed when he found her clitoris, toyed with it, first with his fingers, then his tongue, then his teeth. One hand slipped under her, lifted her body by her buttocks as he plunged his tongue inside her.
Never in my life have I known Angie to beg for a cock to be planted inside her, but it was not until Larry was sure that he had pleasured and readied her enough that he pushed her legs apart, and she responded, splaying them wide.
Her beautiful vagina was there for him, ready for his monster to plunge into her. But he was so unbelievingly gentle as he introduced his glans to her, pushed it gently in and watched her face, her eyes, yearning for more. She began to push but he told her to wait. Slowly he sank into her, his penis forcing her wide open. He was slow, very slowly sinking into her, and she was gasping as she felt the enormity filling her. Then he was home, deep inside, up to his scrotum.
Larry stopped, leant forward and kissed her. Angie clasped his body to hers, and began to wriggle underneath him.
Then he started to make love to her, yes, it was lovemaking, not fucking. Gradually increasing the momentum. How long he kept going I don’t know, except that it would put me to shame. Angie was making gurgling noises, a sure sign she was about to climax. She shuddered, her stomach seemed to go into spasms and soon her fluids were leaking onto her thighs and down to her butt.
Larry came out of her, lay on his back as Angie straddled him, lowered herself onto his stem and then frantically fucked him as hard and fast as she could. She came again and again and still Larry was taking it in his stride. He rolled her onto her stomach, then took her doggy style and this time she screamed loudly as she came for the fourth or fifth time. Larry gritted his teeth and rammed himself hard inside her. I watched his buttocks clench together, saw his face redden, heard his ecstatic moan. He quivered and I knew he had shot into Angie.
It was over, but not for me. Marie left her cameras and came to me. She had my fly zip open and my cock out in a flash. She gave me the blowjob of a lifetime, and swallowed every bit of my cum.
It all ended very quickly, amicably as we drove Marie and Larry to the station for their train. Angie pined for him for days, even weeks; spoke to him regularly on the phone. Larry did me a great favour in a funny kind of way. Angie became extremely wanton... I could hardly keep up with her demands...