They Love Each Other, Ending 02

I was bursting with pride. "That's who she is, guys. She could not do this with strangers, or just for the sake of fucking. She is authentic and has to be completely authentic. Whatever place this has opened up within her, she needs to explore it fully. And that means loving you, not just fucking you. I feel so happy that the things I did with her to past week opened the door so widely, but I am kind of nonplussed by what has come out."

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm not sure--not really about losing her, I feel confidence in the marriage. Maybe that I'll forever be inadequate when compared to today? Maybe that I can never ask her for anything again because she gave me this? Maybe that every time she sees one of you guys you'll want to fuck her and she'll have to deal with it? Or she does fuck you and I'll have to deal with it? I don't think I'd like it very much if you guys became regular sexual partners of hers. I suppose if I was there and she gave me all I wanted it would be OK, but it really is a risk. We talked about it, that we'd be unleashing something that we didn't know where it would lead. That's partly why it needed to be you, thoughtful men we trust and who have respect for us, who wouldn't see Joan as a whore even if she was acting like one. When the three of you were cuddled up lovingly on the floor, hugging and kissing with sweetness and love? That was the hardest part. I didn't feel jealous at all watching you both take her, and to see her give as good as she was getting, that has just excited me beyond understanding. Wow."

There was a moment of silence as the guys digested what I had said. The bathroom door opened and my naked, freshly scrubbed wife came out. She crawled up on the bed, inserting herself between me and George, saying,

"I'd have to say wow, too. The capacity to be so loving in the moment to all of you, and to be loved? It's so great that you guys are my friends, that we have a real relationship and that I can let my loving feelings come out in this way. It is a surprising and very pleasant thing. I was worried it would just be fucking, but it is more than that. Sam, our marriage has gotten so much richer over the past few years, and to be able to feel so unambiguously that I can do what we're doing and have it be for both of us is a great gift. But speaking of fucking, what's next? I'm ready and willing."

She rolled towards me, giving me a big kiss and climbing on top, slipping my cock into her. "You seem to be the hardest. Wait, I have an idea. Did you guys know that Sam is voyeur? I mean this week we did a lot of sucking and fucking, but what really turned him on was making me drive around naked in the car, wear these skimpy outfits to dinner, and he really, really liked watching me masturbate. And he took about a thousand pictures of me and us in some pretty compromising positions. So that's my idea, Sam, I bet you'd like me to do some posing now, huh?"

"Y'know, Joanie, I hadn't even though about it, but yes. Yes."

"OK, guys, are you willing? These are just for Sam, you only get memories. Are you on the Viagra? You need to get hard and stay hard. When we did this before it ended up being really erotic because he entered me about a thousand times but fulfillment got delayed because of the damn poses."

The next hour involved a lot of laughter and a few moans and groans as we worked through all the poses we could imagine involving her with two and three cocks. Except anal. no one was interested in that. Yet. We put her on her back, with a guy at either end. On her knees that way. Straddling a guy, facing back, then front, with one in her mouth and the third in her hand. On the edge of the bed with a guy standing on the floor and the other cock in her mouth. On her knees, in a chair, and on the bed with two cocks in hand. Three cocks in her face. You get the picture.

By the end of that, everyone was pretty worked up. The last pose had her flat on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed, Max's cock in her mouth with George fucking her, and finally they all just lost it. Joan was reaching back for Max's hips, pulling him deeper into her throat. Her legs were wrapped high around George's back. Max took her knees and pulled them back to her ears, folding her in half while George really pounded away at her cunt. The guys were ramming her at both ends, and she was grabbing and pulling and squeezing for all she was worth. Suddenly, they both exploded, filling her with cum from both ends. Her entire body went stiff, as she came, then began shaking uncontrollably. The boys collapsed onto the bed as she lay there quivering, inert, cum dribbling from mouth and cunt. I put down the camera and lay next to her on the bed, close but not too close.

I put a cool bottle of water on her forehead and asked, "Joan, are you all right?"

She looked at me, comprehension slowly dawning in her eyes.

"Oh, Sam. Hi. What just happened?"

"You took the boys at both ends, and everyone came all at the same time."

"I really got lost there. That was very intense. I guess that's what being a fuck-toy is."

She took a drink. I could see her mind start to work. "Hey Max, George, you guys ever had a fuck-toy? Did she act like I'm acting?"

Max sat up. "I once had a girl who gave me a weekend of sex fantasy, that was about as close as I've come."

"Until today," Joan said.

"No," he said, "this is very different. My passion was really intense just then, but I don't feel that I ever lost sight of you, whereas with the other girl, it was great but she was more submissive. What is making today so sexy is your engagement, your commitment, your smarts. So, no, I don't think you're acting like a fuck-toy."

In the meantime, I'd been watching and directing this for an hour with my chemically enhanced hard-on waving on the breeze, and I was really ready for some attention. I put the camera on auto and set it on the tripod. My cock was aching for relief. I sidled up behind her slid it in. She was insanely wet, plus George's cum was in there as well. I could hardly feel a thing. Without speaking, I took my well lubed cock and slid it up and down in the crack of her ass, eventually stopping right at the entrance. She stopped talking.

"Really? No, not that...No...Well, fuck. OK. Yes. Go ahead. Try to get it in there. Only you though."

"Are you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure at all, so you better start."

We had never done it before, but I guess you just try and stick it in there. Very gently. I lubed up in her cunt again, then carefully pressed the head against her sphincter and kept pressing.

"Oww, ouch, that hurts. Slow down."

"Just try to relax. That's what the urologist says when I get my prostate examined."

"Oh, crap. Does it work?"

The guys laughed at that one. Suddenly, I popped in. We both stopped moving.

"Jesus, Joan, you're so tight!"

"God, Sam, you feel huge. Do girls really do this? Have you guys done it?"

Both the guys said, "Yes."

"Tell me."

While the guys were looking at each other deciding who was going to start, I moved the tiniest bit. Then a bit more. She moaned, and it didn't feel like she needed to hear a story any more. I went in another half inch. I could feel her body relaxing. I pulled out a bit, then went in again. Each time I went a little deeper. She let go and fell flat to the bed, gasping when the change of position tightened her ass around my cock. George came over with three pillows.

"Here, Joan, Jane always liked it this way to start out. Use these, it makes it easier, but you should get used to him soon." Sliding my arm under her hips, I carefully lifted her up as George helped position the pillows. She relaxed onto the stack, ass left up and open to my insertion.

I cant even describe how delicious I felt. I started a slow fucking rhythm, just moving an inch or two with each stroke. The guys were just watching, working their cocks, which, unbelievably, seemed to be getting hard once again. Has to be the Viagra, I thought, absently computing the time--guess there's another hour to go. In the meantime,

"Joan, I love you. I'm fucking your ass, Joan. You're 62, its been forty years, and I'm fucking your ass for the first time." She shoved herself back up against me.

"Yes, that's just what you are doing. I never knew you were so big. Go ahead, Sam. Open me me up. Ohhh, ahhhh..." I picked up the rhythm. So, tight, so wet, so deep. I kept trying to get gobs of cum out of her cunt and apply it to my cock, but we ran out. After a time she dried out, and we took a break. She looked up at me, saying "Wow, who knew? Do you have something to use for lube? I'll do more."

I rummaged in the bathroom for some Vaseline, but we didn't have any, so I went downstairs to get some Bag Balm from my bike stuff. When I got back the guys had joined her on the bed. Joan was flat on her back with four hands wandering all over her, hugging and kissing and squeezing and inserting, loving her as she worked a cock in each hand. Her body was glowing, her spirit too strong for such a small container.

"Sam, I don't know that there is a place for you right now. I want my other guys, see how nice this is? You're going to want me to work again, it was hard to get fucked in the ass. This is too sweet."

"I do see that you are being worshipped, Joanie, but they are hard again, too, so you are going to have to work regardless. Please make me a place. You were hot for it, too. Plus, I'm the husband, why should I lose my place? If you need the boys so much, maybe you need take all three of us."

That statement hung in the room. An uncertain feeling emanated from the bed. She stared at me like she didn't know what I meant. I started spreading the lube on my cock. Max, though, had a clear idea about what I meant and what to do about it. He took Joan by the hips and pulled her over on top of him, spreading her legs open with his, pulling her knees up to his chest, and inserting his cock into her, exposing her somewhat stretched out asshole to me. With my cock fully greased, i climbed on top of them both, slowly sliding into her rear.

"Ahhhh," she gasped, "oh my god, I am so full. Ahhhh, shit, fuck shit, ohhhh, fuck."

I started moving a little, and Max picked up my rhythm, and we were alternating pumping her in and out, in and out, over and over. She was cursing and moaning continuously, that is until George lifted her head and kindly but willfully inserted his cock far into her mouth.

I could feel the shock in her body as the last piece of her privacy was lost. She looked tiny against the bodies of the men surrounding her, men out of their minds with desire, wielding three hard cocks against the ramparts of her femininity. Joan grabbed the bedspread, curling it up tightly in her fists. The muscles in her neck and back showed knotted, sinewy strength as held her head up to receive George's thrusts. I could see her thigh muscles rippling as she gripped Max's body tightly with her knees, keeping herself aligned to his pounding, while the weight of her body forced her back against the rapacious passion of her ass driving husband. A light sheen of sweat formed on her body, as mine dripped from my forehead onto her back. She held on for maybe a minute then pulled her head off George's cock.

"George I can't do it, I can't do all three, oh god oh god oh god oh god. It's too much. Oh shit, ahhh, I'll suck you later, ahhhh!"

She started cumming and cumming and just didn't stop. We all went rigid, then she collapsed onto Max, popping my cock out of her ass.

"Oh shit. That was too intense, I can't I can't do it. I tried, I really tried, ahhh, shit I...I...I'm so turned on ohhh, Ahh, fuck me, Max. Fuck me, shoot you cum into me, shoot it, do it, do it, do it..."

He was frantic, pushing her high into the air, grunting as he poured whatever was left of his semen into her. When he melted into the bed she immediately lifted up and off of him, and rolling onto her side took George's cock back into her mouth. Looking him right in the eye, she said, "Here I am, George honey, here's my mouth, just what you asked for, fuck my mouth, c'mon lover, cum in my mouth, I'll swallow it all, shoot it out." she sucked him in, jacking him off fiercely, banging her head up and down on his cock until he shot a geyser into her mouth.

He fell to the bed and she turned to me, letting his cum drip down her face.

"Look at me, Sam. I have Max's cum dripping out of me and George's cum on my tongue and all over my face. Come put yours in my ass, c'mon!"

She hugged me hard, pushed her face into mine, spreading his semen on my stubble and kissing me to let me taste his cum. Swallowing the rest, she lay down on the bed, pulling me down with her, wrapping her arms around her knees, pulling her legs way up, leaving no doubt about the target and saying, "Sam, fuck my ass, cum in my ass."

I popped in a lot easier than before and a couple gentle strokes soon yielded to rabid pounding as I took my bride of forty years right up her asshole. We both were making noises no one had ever heard before. It didn't take me very long either and my whole cock exploded from the indescribable pressure of her narrowest passage. I fell onto her, then reached around and rolled her over with me, keeping myself in her ass, slowly shrinking out.

We were all piled on the bed in a haphazard collection of limbs, heads and bodies. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of panting. One by one, the men stumbled to the bathroom and stumbled back to the bed. We lay together for another minute. Joan raised her head and looked at Max & George, then at me. We were shellacked.

"You guys look cooked. Anyone ready to go again? No? Then I think we're done." She wiggled out from under the pile and groped in the drawer beside the bed. She pulled out a longsleeved, flannel nightgown and slipped it over her head.

Max said, "I need to think about going to the airport. Joan, you are an amazing woman, and this was an unreal day."

Giving him a relatively chaste kiss, she said, "Thank you for coming up for this. You were kind and considerate of me but also gave Sam what he was looking for. And I hope there was something for you there, too. Please, though, both of you, again, you must protect my privacy. This was a very special and important day to me and God knows that Sam will never ever think of anything else for the rest of his life, but it must remain between us. We chose you guys because I felt sure that was something you both would be able to do."

He looked at her very seriously and said, "Absolutely. This day does not belong to me, but to you and to Sam. I have no right to this experience at all, and feel honored to have been included."

He got up--I came to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him right on the lips. He turned back to Joan again, put a hand on her cheek, unwilling to let go; she smiled, kissed his cock, took it in her mouth for a couple sucks, kissed the tip again, and shooed him downstairs to shower in the basement. He eventually let himself out. It was a long time before we saw him again, nor has he returned to Joan's bed.

George sat up on the edge of the bed, not quite sure what to do with himself. She got up on her knees and hugged him from the back, saying, "I love you, George. Thank you for sharing yourself with us. We're probably going to have to talk about it a lot, I think."

He turned around and held her in his arms. "Joan, for forty years I have wanted you, ever since we didn't make love in Coronado when I was a kid. I really felt loved today, even though this is such a weird circumstance. You loving me today opened up my heart, I can't ever remember feeling so at ease with a lover. Thank you both for showing this to me. The idea of another limited relationship, I don't know how I can do that. I am not married to you guys, I can't call on you the way you have each other, but it's now something I know, something to aspire to."

She sat back, regarding him. "I hope it doesn't sour you on other women. I'm not yours, I'm Sam's, and I will always love you as a friend, but not as a partner. Sitting here today, I think that we maybe even could make love again, occasionally, in the right circumstances, but we'll have to see what life is actually like."

"That would be so nice, really nice. Especially if it could be a bit less intense."

He looked at me without guilt and with compassion. "I guess we'll address that if it comes up again."

I just nodded my head. "It will be hard for me, even if I'm there, but I'll have to respect what happens with you guys. I made this happen, the consequences are mine, too."

Joan threw her arm companionably around my shoulder. "No, Sam, they're both of ours. I was a very willing participant here today. Whatever it is, darling, we'll do it together."

We gave George a hug together. When he stood up Joan gave him a benedictory kiss and a bit more of an enthusiastic blowjob than she had given Max, but his flaccid cock was finally unraisable, and she sent him off to clean up and go home. Finally, it was the two of us again. I looked at her quizzically.

She fell back flat on her back. "Oh wow. I am really going to be sore tomorrow. I feel like I've climbed Mount Everest! Every part of me hurts. And I'm starved! But God, that was something unbelievable. To be desired like that and just abandon myself to it? It's really clear I can't live like this, but this one time, everything on the table? Wow."

She came over and held me. "Thank you, Sammy, for giving this to me. I always have looked at your kinkier desires for me as invasive, as a demand, but today feels like the most generous thing you've ever done for me."

"Joanie, the generosity was all yours. I am the happiest man on earth. Did you have a favorite part?"

She thought for a moment. "At the beginning, downstairs, when I had each of them fuck me from the back, I was sort of angry, I wanted to show you up, but then seeing George on the floor and knowing him as I do, feeling loving, wanting to really give to him, and then when you came down and told me how you felt lonely? Those two feelings just opened me up, and my body became a tool to use to seek a greater feeling of loving. When the three of you took me right in a row, and you holding me in your lap like that when Max was at me, I had this infinite feeling of compassion, I felt that I could take you forever, that it wasn't a climax I was seeking but a total state of being. So being transported to a totally open place of centered love, that's my favorite part. And that almost got lost at the end, with all three of you in me? The athleticism required crowded it out, that's why I had to stop. That's the only time I started feeling like a whore."

"I'm glad you stopped it and came back to the love place."

"Yes, I did, didn't I? That's what I really needed in all of this. Did you like sodomizing me?"

"It was a really amazing feeling, Joan, its the most intimate thing we've ever done. And it was cool that it was sort of a surprise. Despite my fantasy life, I've never even though about doing that with you, so it was like two virgins having their first time. How about you?"

She blushed. "I did, but I don't think its going to be regular addition to our sex life. It took all week to get me open enough to even consider it. I just don't think of that in daily life, but maybe I'll try it again on occasion. Having to be so open and loving in order to get to the feeling of wanting to do it is a strong incentive. You are the only man to have my ass, that can be your virgin territory."

"That sounds like you plan to sleep with more men. Did you mean that about fucking George more often?"I couldn't hide the anxiety in my voice.

She stopped and took my hand. "This is the dangerous thing of today, isn't it? I don't plan to sleep with any more men, don't think I'm a round-heeled woman. I can't imagine a reprise of today, you should be safe on that score, although I suppose you could manipulate me into it again the way you did this week. But George, I have to tell you think I do mean it, maybe even as far as spending the night with him without you. But only him, I can't imagine sleeping with Max again, or with anyone else, really, but with George, our love got translated to a different plane. I love him, and now that our love includes sex it may have to include sex again in the future. I liked that he was different than you, and there was so much kindness, but you know that he's no threat to your primary place with me. I couldn't live with him."