Then Sally shifted her attention to Carl and asked him point-blank, “Do you mind if Pete gets me pregnant tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” Carl asked Sally back.
“Yep, I sure do.”
“Then I’m fine with it,” Carl replied.
“You see, Pete,” Sally said, “Carl’s fine with it. So let’s fuck again, Dude. This time I’m sure it’ll be a lot better. You’ll see.”
Sally maneuvered out from underneath Pete’s body, and got him to roll over onto his back, so that she could mount him cowgirl-style, and control all the humping, just like she always preferred to do, whenever she was tribbing with Linda.
Pete still didn’t have a full-blown hard-on yet, but that didn’t really matter, considering the diminutive size of his penis. Basically, Sally began actively “tribbing” against Pete’s little dick, just like she would have done against Linda’s clit and pussy mound.
It was quite an erotic thing to watch. And I could tell that Pete was really enjoying what Sally was doing to his penis.
And it was easy to tell that Sally was really enjoying herself too, now that she was the one in control of their intercourse. Because within about 30 seconds or so, she began squirting out little spurts of her sexual fluid all over Pete’s genitals, similar to what I had seen her do to Linda’s pussy while they were tribbing with each other in the hotel room.
“Does that turn you on? When I’m ‘peeing’ on you like that?” Sally asked Pete.
“Hell, yes! God, I wish Linda would do that,” Pete replied, so wrapped up in Sally’s “magical pissing pussy” that he forgot for a moment that Linda was right there in the same room with him.
“Well, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s right here,” Sally suggested.
“Baby,” Pete turned his attention to Linda, “I wish you would do what Sally’s doing to me right now.”
“No problem. I just never thought that you would ever want me on top? Or want me to piss on you like that. So I guess I’ve learned something new about you tonight.”
Linda looked over at Sally and said, “Thank you, Sally. With your help, Pete and I might just be able to keep our marriage together yet.”
“And with your help,” Sally said to Pete, “I might just be able to get pregnant tonight. So come on, Tiger. What are you waitin’ for? I want you to fertilize me, right in front of Linda. I need your sperm inside me right now, God damn it! Come on, Fucker! Fuck me! Yeah, that’s it. Let it all out, Baby.
“Do it for you wife!” Sally added, as she looked over at Linda, and caught her fingering the heck out of her own clit, while she was staring at Sally’s expert “tribbing” of her husband’s tiny penis.
Sally had managed to get Pete’s little dick up inside of her vaginal entrance, right before he had begun to ejaculate. And Sally was grinding her pelvis down on his, just to make sure that his dick stayed inserted, throughout his entire sperm release.
“Now that was much better, wasn’t it?” Sally asked Pete afterwards.
“Yes, ma’am,” Pete said.
“Tell ya what,” Sally suggested, “Why don’t we both watch my husband fertilize your wife again? Carl? Linda? Are you guys up to it?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Are you kidding me?” Linda said to Sally, lying down on the rug in front of the sofa, and then shifted her attention over to me, “Carl, come here and fuck my little black pussy again! Make me a fucking baby this time, God damn it!”
And she spread her legs apart and waited for me to mount her.
I thought myself, Boy, Linda can get real demanding once she has a few orgasms under her belt. I wonder if Pete ever even tries to make her orgasm. Or if he just rolls over on top of her all the time, and does a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ on her.
I got down on the floor, between Linda’s spread thighs, as if I were going to mount her in a missionary position. But I was still in my refractory phase, and my penis was limp as a wet noodle.
So I lay my torso on top of hers, and we just passionately French-kissed for several minutes, while she reached down between our two pelvic areas, and fondled my penis, until it finally became erect enough, so that she could insert it up into her own vagina.
And then Linda and I fucked our brains out in front of our respective spouses. And we were doing it passionately too. We were kissing and grabbing each other’s butts and boobs, and everything else. And this time, our intercourse actually lasted about 10 minutes or so, before I finally built up enough excitement, so that I could orgasm and ejaculate inside Linda for the second time that evening.
“Bravo!” Sally said, in response to my orgasm. “That was a wonderful show! Didn’t you think so, Tiger?”
“Yeah, fucking wonderful!” Pete said sarcastically to Carl and Linda, before turning to say to Sally, “I just can’t believe that I watched your husband fuck my wife for the second time tonight.”
“Don’t be that way, Sweetie,” Sally said to Pete. “You knew what was gonna happen. And you agreed to it. Besides, you should always look on the bright side. You just got finished fucking me for the second time tonight. Now, wasn’t that worth it?”
“Yes. Of course it was. I didn’t mean it like that,” Pete admitted.
“Well then, let’s do it again sometime. How about next Saturday night? What do ya say?” Sally asked, looking right at Pete.
“How about tomorrow night?” Pete suggested.
“Sure,” Sally said, “Is that okay with you, Linda?”
“I’ll defer to Carl on that one. Carl, would you like to ‘do me’ again tomorrow night?”
“I’d love to, Linda. Really I would. But I can’t. I’ve already got plans,” I said, alluding to the fact that Sally’s Uncle Jerry was expecting me to join him tomorrow night at his apartment for our weekly threesome with Sally’s older sister, Cindy. “But I know someone who would be happy to take my place tomorrow night. His name’s Henry. And he’s a wonderful, well-mannered, young black college student from Ethiopia, I believe. Would that be okay with you, Pete?”
“Sure. If Linda’s okay with it,” Pete answered.
“Is he good-looking?” Linda asked me, pretending not to know who Henry was.
“You bet!” I replied. “And I’m sure he’ll find you attractive, as well. And he’s got a delightful British accent.”
“Okay then. I mean, you only live once. So I guess I’ll give it a shot,” Linda said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic in front of her husband.
“That a girl!” Sally said to Linda. “Try it. You just might like it.”
“I also might get impregnated by it,” Linda said sarcastically.
“Pete, are you okay with Linda getting fertilized by a black guy?” Sally bluntly asked Pete.
“At this point, the truth is I’m okay with her getting fertilized by any guy,” Pete admitted. “I just want us to start a family. That’s all. And since I can’t seem to get Linda pregnant, no matter how hard I try, someone else is going to have to do that part for me. And if that ‘someone else’ turns out to be a black guy, then so be it!”
“I love you, Honey!” Linda said, throwing her arms around Pete, and giving him a big hug, before adding, “Even if you did just fuck my best friend. Twice!” And they both laughed at Linda’s witty comment.
“Well, I’m outta here,” I said as I was getting dressed, so that I could leave.
“Do you wanna try for three times?” Sally asked Pete, as she group-hugged with him and his wife. “I’m only kidding, of course. Come on, Carl. Let’s go home, so you can roll over on top of me later tonight, and rape me in my sleep.”
“If that’s what you wish, Dear,” I automatically replied as I was waiting for Sally to get dressed, so that we could leave Pete and Linda’s house.
It struck me strange that Sally had put her cheer leading uniform back on, and was now carrying the clothes that she had originally worn on our way over to Linda’s house.
When Sally and I finally got back into our minivan, and were fixing to leave, Sally remarked to me, “That poor man. I’ll swear Linda’s clit is nearly as big as that super-tiny dick of his.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too,” I said, agreeing with Sally, by stating the obvious. “But I think I feel more sorry for Linda.”
“I do too,” Sally admitted. “By the way, I was serious about the ‘raping me in my sleep’ part. But this time, why don’t you see if you can do it without waking me up, so that I can leave my eyes closed, and fantasize that you’re Henry. You have my permission to fantasize that I’m Cindy, while you’re ‘doing it with me’ tonight. Deal?”
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you fantasize that I’m Rico, instead?” I asked, just to stir up the hornet’s nest a little bit.
“You just had to bring that up. Didn’t you? Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit! You’re sleepin’ on the couch tonight,” Sally cussed at me, with the back of her raised fist towards me, and her middle finger stuck straight up in the air.
“Hey, I didn’t mean for you to overreact like that,” I explained, lying through my teeth. “I was just saying that you sure fell head over heals for that scumbag.”
“Yeah? Well, I fell head over heals for you, back when we were both young. And you were a bad boy too, just like Rico,” Sally said.
“Maybe I was. But unlike Rico, at least my heart was in the right place.”
“Where? In the head of your dick? ‘Cuz that’s where your heart was at, as far as I could tell back then. And I loved that about you, believe it or not. You used to be so exciting and dangerous. Just like Rico.
“Now you’re nothing but middle-age and boring. Just like me. And that’s why we both feel that we have to resort to all these sexual shenanigans, just to try to get our rocks off better, and bring some excitement back into our marriage again. It’s a crying shame, if you ask me. And it’s why we’ve got such a fucked up relationship right now!”
“You may not like the fact that I’m no longer the bad boy that I used to be,” I said to Sally. “But you sure don’t seem to mind all the money I give you, thanks to my nice, boring, and lucrative job.
“And I don’t think our relationship is ‘fucked up’, as you just put it. To me, it’s the best it’s ever been. We’ve never been more open and honest with each other. And we’ve never reveled in our sexuality, like we’ve done, ever since our first night in that hotel room with Henry.
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