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Young couple used by Mature during hiking in the woods

?I'm a lucky woman. My name is Ashley. I'm 32 years old, just finished university, and already well on my way into a successful career making good money for a firm in the big city. Lucky in that regard, sure, but probably luckiest in that I am married to a guy who helps me in exploring my innermost dirty desires.

I am 5'4" and perfectly proportioned with a well-toned, youthful body, perky, perfect breasts, and strong athletic legs. I have brown porcelain skin, curly hair, infectious giggle, and radiant smile do their fair share of head turning as well from the opposite sex (and a number of women too!). This has never bothered me though. In fact, it's always been kind of exciting.The best thing is my husband get an overwhelming sense of pride in catching other men ogling me and gives him excitement. Part of me wishes I could play a submissive role to my husband, but instead I settle for taking the initiative a couple times a week after we shut out the lights to begin kissing him and having my hands wander against his body. That's always the sure sign I am in an amorous mood and ready to make love. And trust me when I say the love making is great! We have learned over our years together to please each other and have grown quite adept at it. With that said, a part of me began to feel as though I probably wanted more from our sex life, and I was pretty sure John did as well. Of course I did not have the first clue how to broach such a subject, and continued along everyday just watching other men and women lust for me

One day last month, things began turning a very peculiar corner for us, though I did not realize it at the time. I plopped on the sofa one evening (yes, in just a pair of shorts and a revealing little shirt) after a particularly long day at work for us both, declared we needed a holiday, even if it was just a weekend away somewhere. He could not disagree. Neither of us had taken a single day out of the city since our very hasty three day honeymoon more than a year ago now. We needed a break and I immediately began fantasizing about various men,women old and young, staring my perfect body as I soaked up the sun in a bikini on a beach somewhere. "Ahhh, yes. A holiday will be LOVELY!" I thought.

Whilst enjoying my fantasy, I'm pretty certain I heard John blurt out "Let's go up north to your aunt and uncle's cabin in the woods!"

"Um...excuse me?" I replied.

"My aunt and uncle's cabin. I haven't been up there since I was a teenager, but I love it! So peaceful, so serene, so much nature, so many paths to explore! I would love to show it all to you!". "Ok, dear. If that's what you'd like. Let's do it." said, with not nearly the excitement.

We both agreed to take the following Friday off work, rent a car first thing in the morning, and drive the three hours north to her family cabin

"Hello, my darling." he said in surprise. I was not accustomed to such behavior outside of the bedroom, and well before 9pm!

I lowered to a more sultry timbre "Hello, my husband. How would you feel about making love to your young wife in the middle of the forest this weekend?"

"Well...um...that sounds just lovely, I imagine. What may I ask has brought all this on?"

"I don't know. I've just been thinking about spending so much time together in that wondrous place, and it's...inspiring certain thoughts."

"Really?" I asked as she nibbled on my earlobe and lovingly scratched her nails down my shirt.

"Yes. It's a magical place, John. You'll see."

"I'm looking forward to it more and more."And so I did. It was small in a rustically romantic way, with just the one bedroom, a small bathroom, a kitchen bearing only the necessities, and a warm little sitting room, complete with functioning fireplace. It was summer and quite sunny, but I assured him we would need to make a fire once the sun went down each evening. That sounded quite pleasant.

As soon as he finished bringing everything in from the car, I said "Change your clothes. We're going for a walk! Come on!" I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom (though not for an activity he would prefer). I pulled a pair of shorts out of my luggage, along with a t-shirt, and some appropriate outdoor shoes. "Hurry!" I then took off the t-shirt she was wearing and grabbed her outdoor shoes to put on as well. He stopped and stared at me for a second.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Are you...Is that all you're going to wear on our walk?"

Ashley looked at me like I was a lost little puppy "Aww, sweet husband. Yes. It's a sports bra and shorts. It's perfectly appropriate attire for a walk in the woods up here. Why? Don't you like my outfit?" she giggled.

"Yes. I just thought that maybe something... I don't know. I've never been up here before." He gave up the fight "You look beautiful as ever." He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand again.

After about a half hour of me leading him along the trail and whispering about the area and its storied history, we came across a boulder big enough for both of us. "Sit." Ashley said and I led him to the rock and finally let go of his hand. "Let's take a short break and catch our breath." He was relieved, and terribly winded at this point, but hoping I hadn't noticed. "So what do you think???"

"It really is lovely, dear. You were absolutely right about everything.", John said.

After a few steps however, we were both startled to see an older couple coming around the bend directly toward us. I let out a brief gasp and giggled.

"Good afternoon." the gentleman said. He was likely in his mid-50s or so, with a strong, sturdy build and a full head of salt and pepper hair. He had a sophistication about him, but a ruggedness that implied he was educated at some point, and had likely been living up here for quite some time.

"Hello!" I responded with a smile and a wave. I thought for a moment they might pause and chat. After all, here was a stunningly beautiful me barely concealed in a sports bra and a flowing pair of short athletic shorts, but they walked by with a polite nod and didn't break stride so neither did Ashley. I noticed the woman walking with the man (his wife I assumed), who had not said a word, but was smiling mischievously at us both as they passed. I wondered what that was about. She was actually quite attractive for a woman easily old enough to be my mother. She had womanly curves in all the right places, and her ample rear and bosom looked as though they were more than ready to bust free from the confines of her hiking clothes. They both looked somewhat tan, as if they had been up here in the great outdoors the entire time me and John had been slaving away in the city. I was rattling on again about the trail and my childhood as soon as we passed the couple. I glanced back though, curious about that woman's smile, and to my shock, they were both staring right back at us as well; actually directly into my pert young bottom. I quickly turned back around, embarrassed they may have caught me looking back, and we walked on. John naturally did not pick up on anything at all. I guessed I didn't need to go all the way to some far off beach to find a man (and woman!) willing to stare wantonly at my wife!

Another 30 minutes later, and I was certain we were lost. John stopped and looked around. It was clear she too was at least a little confused as to where exactly we were at the moment, but it was certainly not diminishing my omnipresent smile. I didn't say a word but watched as she glanced around through the trees. After a moment, she grabbed my hand again "This way. Come on." We proceeded down the trail but at this point, it was anyone's guess where we were. Oh well. According to me, it was all about the adventure anyway. As much as I was repeating that refrain in my head, I was growing increasingly concerned about the possibility of being stranded out here after the sun went down. We stopped again.

"I'm pretty sure we're less than 2 kilometers from the cabin." he said confidently. "We just need to stick to this trail."

"Alright, darling. I trust your sense of direction better than mine." I didn't, but that seemed the appropriate response. Nothing negative from me would solve our dilemma and I was not in the habit of saying anything negative to John anyhow. We kept on.

Another 30 minutes and we stopped in our tracks. We heard footsteps up ahead and I was certain we were about to meet our maker at the claws or jaws of some previously undiscovered dangerous species, so I halted our approach. We looked ahead and there came strolling the older couple again.

"Well, hello again!" the friendly older gentleman offered with the same nod as before.

I was relieved it was the curious couple and not in fact a bigfoot or yeti.

"Oh hello!" John offered. This time they stopped and so did I.

"Fancy running into you again. How are you two young people doing this lovely afternoon?" asked the man.

I had yet to offer more than my lopsided grin, and the quiet woman had yet to say anything either, but was still eyeing both of us with that mischievous smile of hers.

"Isn't that right, dear?" I asked looking directly at John. I of course had not heard a word she said.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I've, uh, been admiring the sunlight coming through the trees over there" indicating a small clearing off to the right I quickly noticed while trying to think of an excuse.

"I was telling them how we just came up from the city this morning and have likely gotten a little turned around in our excitement in being out here." I repeated.

"Oh, yes. It is all very exciting indeed."

"No worries." the older man offered. "Our cabin is not too far from here and we know this area like we know the backs of each other's hands. I'm Martin, by the way. And this is my wife Sandra."

I released John's hand to shake each of theirs. "I'm Ashley, and this is my husband John. He's never been up here before. I used to come up here all the time with my aunt and uncle growing up, the Lowell's?"

"Yes! We have met them on several occasions. A lovely couple, and indeed you are lovely as well!" he offered with his rich baritone. "Their cabin is a couple kilometers away. You haven't wandered too far off." Martin said reassuringly. I was incredibly relieved. Though older, Martin was a formidable man, easily three or four inches taller than John, very well built I could now tell, and with a very pronounced package down below I was startled to see! Did he have a slight erection?!? "How long will you two be staying?" he added while quickly glancing up and down the length of my lithe form. I naturally felt I should glare at him, or maybe John offer a verbal protest. The story now continues from John's perspective. Ashley was MY wife after all, but I could nothelp but feel excited that this older man found my Ashley so alluring! I was actually smiling wide-eyed at the bulge increasing in his hiking shorts as he stared at her when I felt someone staring at ME. I turned slightly to see that Sandra, Martin's wife, had in fact seen my own excitement and was now looking at me with her curious grin. I shot my eyes to the ground in embarrassment and heard Sandra quietly let out a chuckle.

Still glancing around happily at the trees and not seeing Martin's hungry stares, Ashley replied "Oh, just through the weekend. Not long enough, I'm afraid."

Martin smiled in his own mischievous way "I think that's plenty of time to really get a feel for everything up here, to truly enjoy all we have to offer." he was still staring at Ashley , now specifically at her perky little breasts in the sports bra, completely uncaring as to my presence. "Wouldn't you agree, Sandra?" My eyes shot up in anticipation of the older woman actually speaking for the first time.

"Yes, I would, love." she paused and looked at us both. "A couple of long days and evenings out here can be most enjoyable if seen properly." She spoke slowly and deliberately, all the while keeping her mischievous grin and air about her.

"Good!" Ashley yelped. I don't want to miss a single thing.

Martin placed his muscular, tanned arm around my Ashley's shoulder and she looked up at him quizzically. "My sweet dear, there are so many lovely little spots to see and enjoy out here. For instance where your husband was looking off here" and he led Ashley into the clearing through which the sunlight was coming. "Sandra and I come up here from time to time when we wish to be alone, out here in nature. It's very private and quite beautiful, I'm sure you'll agree." and they were out of earshot. I did not move, but simply stared as his broad shoulders led my much smaller wife away. I was immediately torn, but aware enough to calculate something very dangerous could be afoot, but at the same time, something fantastic I wasn't entirely sure about. While wrestling with these thoughts and staring at Martin and Ashley, I heard Sandra suddenly speak softly, and startling close to my ear.

"She really is gorgeous."

"What?!? Oh, yes. Of course. My Ashley is...very gorgeous." I was doing a terrible job of trying not to come across as rattled or flustered. I could only glance at her, not wanting to keep my eyes off Martin and my wife for too long.

"You're a lucky man. . .to have such a beautiful young wife." I did not respond, but just kept staring off into the clearing. Martin had Ashley facing away from us, still keeping his arm around her shoulder, seemingly pointing out different trees, places in the sky, things on the ground, etc. I was fixated. "Martin thinks she's beautiful as well. He told me so after we passed you the first time. He really enjoyed staring at her perfect little ass as she walked away..." Sandra let that last comment linger a moment, and it took me a few seconds before it finally registered. I finally looked in her direction. She had leaned away from me, still staring with that same grin, but now burrowing deep into my thoughts with her blue eyes. What? Martin...?" I finally was able to offer.

She chuckled again "I said Martin loves her little ass. Well I'd be lying if I said didn't love it as well, but Martin went on incessantly about all the dirty things he'd like to do to that sexy little ass after we walked past you." She just stared again trying to gauge my reaction. I was stunned. I couldn't believe this older woman was speaking this way to me! And speaking this way about my Ashley! I stammered, looked to the ground, tried to find the words, and she chuckled quietly. She reached out and touched my face tenderly "It's ok, sweetie. I know. I know." But that was just it! I didn't know anything at that moment! I likely wouldn't have been able to tell you my name in that instance! I was completely lost. I stared back into Sandra's eyes. She touched my face with her other hand and chuckled again when she saw the fear and bewilderment wash across my face.

"But. . .my wife. . ." I was finally able to let out.

"Yes?" Sandra asked. "Ashley? Your sexy little wife? What about her, dear? She's still over there with Martin. Doesn't she look so sweet with Martin's big arm around her shoulder?"

I quickly looked back to my left off into the clearing. Ashley and Martin were sitting on a log. I could not here what Martin was saying but Ashley was staring in my direction with a somewhat worried and questioning look on her face. I opened my mouth to say something to her, something I assume was to be reassuring, but the only sound I heard was Sandra close to my ear again.

"Shhhhh, little John. It's ok. She's fine. Martin will take wonderful care of her. He's quite enamored with your Ashley, in fact. Along with her ass, he was quite taken with her young tits as well." I looked back at Sandra incredulously. She just laughed softly. "Yes, quite taken. If I remember correctly, he said he wanted to lick and suck on them after tearing her little top off." I gasped and felt my eyes about to pop out of my head. Again, I felt like I should say something, but didn't know where to begin! I choked on the dryness in my mouth as I continued to stare at this woman who was turning my world upside down. "It's ok, John. I assure you. Relax. Just breathe." I did. I took several long breaths and looked back at Martin and Ashley. He was caressing her arm now, still pointing out different aspects of the area, as he chatted away. Ashley seemed stiff, but was not trying to remove his arm in any way. I noticed Sandra was now staring at them as well. Martin then moved a little closer to my wife and pointed out something on the ground at their feet. I heard Ashley laugh and Martin responded by removing his arm from around her shoulder and instead placing his hand along her thigh while laughing with her.

Sandra was now standing very close to me . She is in her 40's , tall women 5.8 or so, thick body and a wonderful demeanour . Although she was dominating me but i was enjoying it . I could smell her body scents and her dripping vaginal juices , I was totally in her control.

"Tell me, John, would you like to see that?" she paused and waited for an answer. I'm sure she saw me close my eyes, take another deep breath and fail to muster the words needed to respond. "Hm. Would you like to see my husband tear your pretty little wife's top off, maul at her perky tits, suck on them, lick them, squeeze them?" You would not be disappointed.

"I. . .If. . ." I tried.

"Would you like him to pull her shorts down too? Would you like to see him stuff his thick fingers into her tight, wet pussy? He was VERY fixated on her ass. I'm certain my brute of a husband will want to turn her around and worship her perfect little ass for a bit as well. I'm sure he'll want to kiss and lick her taught ass while groping her tits and legs too. What do you think, John? Does that appeal to you? Does the idea of my husband doing all of those things to your wife make your cock hard. . .?". "Do not worry , your wife will love to be trained by my husband. "And as as little submissive to us you will be serving me and John." I will have my way with you , you are supposed to lick me and suck me like a little bitch you are and you will enjoy my control . I am your owner . IS THAT CLEAR."

I coughed and went wide eyed again. I looked at her and tried to speak. Still no words. I noticed her own appeal once again, which I had completely forgotten. Sandra's nipples were now very hard, poking through her lightweight shirt and they transfixed me momentarily. I wanted to reach out and touch them. I wanted to tell her to stop talking to me this way, but I wanted desperately for her to in some way make all these things she was whispering about come to fruition. I looked up at her knowing she'd caught me staring at her body with improper thoughts for another man's wife. She just smiled devilishly from ear to ear. Maybe she WAS some sort of devil actually. I remembered my wife and quickly looked back toward she and Martin. They were now staring at us.

"Darling, are you ok?" Ashley shouted in our direction. I admit, I must have looked frighteningly foreign, perhaps even mad, to her in that moment.

"Tell her you're fine, and to go back to her conversation. Everything is fine." Sandra whispered to me.

"I, um, I'm fine. All fine over here. Ashley. Just fine. Please. . .just. . .continue on. Please." I shouted back.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, you are." Sandra hissed.

"Oh yes! Completely. completely sure, my darling. Fine over here." I was now trembling and felt I could crumple to the ground at any moment. "Please, just continue."

"Ok." Ashley said skeptically and returned her attention to Martin whose hand was still lightly stroking her naked thigh.

"What a good little husband you are, John!" Sandra whispered mockingly with a chuckle. "Do you always snap to attention like that when pretty little wifey calls?"

"Yes." I was finally able to say, and looked to the ground. I was ashamed, embarrassed, excited, fearful.

"Very impressive, young man. I see by your trousers that your cock is indeed extremely hard right now! How wonderful!" she beamed and quietly clapped her hands. "Tell me though, young John, what was it that turned that little cock of yours into a steel bar all of a sudden? Was it the idea of my husband ravaging your pretty little wife and doing all the things he's thinking about right now to her naked body, or was it staring at my big tits? You like my big tits, don't you, sweet John?". "You want to worship tits, isnt it ?" You know that me and my husband are the owner of you and your little wife. You need to pleasure me while your little wife is used and trained by my hubby. You know how my big body owns you , I know you love it."

I could not form a single word, let alone an appropriate response, but I could not have guessed what that would be right then.

She propped up her breasts through her shirt and looked down at them. "I'm quite lucky; still big and firm with very little sag after all these years. You're fond of them, right John?" she looked at me and continued to hold them up. I was mesmerized once again.

"They're magnificent, Sandra." I whispered.

"Yes. Thank you, John. But I also believe it was the thought of my husband tearing all your wife's clothes off and bending her over that log over there also made your little dick stand at full attention.". You will have to suckle my breast and worship my ass while my big husband makes your little wife a slut , a bitch and will use her like he owns you and your wife." "While he does it I will own your little body, you willubmit to me fully , and service me as I want, is that clear?"

I groaned unwillingly and thought I might orgasm in my pants right there! Sandra just laughed. The sound however caused Ashley and Martin to turn back toward us another time. Sandra just waved and laughed as if she and I were having a lovely time swapping jokes. My dear Ashley was looking more and more unsure. I tried to compose myself by closing my eyes and measuring my deep breaths. Sandra would have none of it.

"Either way, that cock of yours is quite hard at the moment. Let's take it over there and see what my husband and your wife have been chatting about all this time. Come, John." I was stunned at her suggestion, but it was actually an order. I followed like a lost puppy, terrified Ashley would see my hard on and scream bloody murder as soon as we got over there.

"Hello, lovelies!" Sandra said cheerfully when as we approached the two still sitting on the log.

"My dear.' Martin said greeting us. "How was your chat with young John here?"

Ashley was smiling, but just then noticed the tent in my hiking shorts and opened her mouth to presumably shout and curse me, but Sandra cut her off just in time.

"It was enlightening, my dearest!" Sandra said at a higher volume. "John was telling me he is a very good husband and always does what his lovely wife tells him to do. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, wonderful, love!" Martin concurred.

"We also had an interesting conversation about all the things he'd like to happen while he and the lovely Ashley are up here in our woods, Martin." Sandra said.

This got my wife's attention and she perked up "Oh? What all do you want to happen, darling?" Ashley asked me.

I noticed Martin's hand was still trailing up and down her thigh, but I'm not sure Ashley did at all. I stared, unable to speak. I was not a great communicator by nature before this date, but this was likely my worst day ever in that respect. My mouth was open, I know I was breathing, I know a million different thoughts were racing through my head, but I just could not speak.

"Tell her, John. Tell your sexy wife what you'd like to see? Tell her what got you all excited. Tell her. Tell Ashley." Sandra implored with that mischievous grin.

"Yes, please, John. I'm all ears!" Martin said excitedly.

I stared at my beautiful young wife. She stared back questioningly. Everyone was now staring at me with anticipation and I could not form a single word.

"Poor John is too excited to speak, I'm afraid." Sandra finally said. She stared at me longer, still trying to encourage me to form the words, but I just could not. After a long pause, she finally switched gears. She put a pleasant look on her face and turned back to my wife "Ashley, do you find my husband attractive?"

"I'm sorry?!?" It was now my wife's turn to go wide-eyed.

"Well, I see the way you've been looking at him, laughing at his jokes, hanging on every word he says, and not removing his hands and arms when he touches you. Do you find my husband attractive, dear?" Sandra pressed.

"Sandra! I. . . I am terribly sorry if . . .if what I've said and done with your husband has given you the wrong impression..." Ashley offered but Sandra cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Of course you do.Now my Ashley was dumbstruck. "Excuse me?!?" she started to protest.

Sandra continued "I will remind you that you STILL have not removed Martin's hand from your bare thigh."

Ashley looked down at her leg as if it was a foreign object, and after staring at both it and Martin's hand continuing to caress, for the first time ever I saw my wife lose all her confidence and let her eyes fall to the ground in shame. Sandra saw the opportunity and pounced. "Martin's cock is magnificent, dearie."

Ashley slowly looked up. I'm sure she was just as stunned as I was by what Sandra had just said. "What? What did you say, Sandra?"

"I said my husband has a magnificent cock. It's big and thick and perfectly proportioned to his strong body. You're going to love it. Your husband wants you to take it out of his trousers and he will help you in doing it."

Ashley stared at me in shock, then back at Sandra, then at Martin. Not surprisingly, Martin was thrilled with the way events were unfolding and was leaning back on the log with a huge smile on his own face.

"Take my husband's cock out of his trousers, Ashley and John."Sandra demanded.

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath and started walking towards Martin. By the time I opened them, Ashley was staring into Martin's eyes with one hand slowly undoing his belt, while the other was bringing his zipper down. I was crestfallen, but more excited than I had ever been before.

"Yesssss!" Sandra exhaled. "Do it, Ashley, reach in and grab hold of his cock with your little hand." "John kneel down on all your fours and come near me and lick and suck my toes before you go and help your little wife open my husbands trousers. I crawled towards Sandra, and she made me lick and suck her toes. Its was so much exciting while she was encouraging her husband to maul my wife like a bunny.

Ashley looked back at the woman now clearly in charge of everything. Ashley paused and looked at me. . Ashley took her own breath and reached into to Martin's fly. She let out a quiet gasp and Martin grunted as her hand grasped his tool and finally freed it from its confines. Ashley and I both stared at its magnificence. Sandra was not lying; her husband did not have a a regular penis, he had a cock, and it was indeed a rare specimen. It wasn't huge per se, but definitely thicker and since Ashley had only been with one other guy before I began courting her, I assume it was the biggest she'd ever seen or at least had her hand around. Martin's rock hard cock was probably close to eight inches with a substantial girth. She and I could not take our eyes off it.

Sandra smiled triumphantly and said "Didn't I tell you, sweet girl? Isn't his cock wonderful?"

Ashley did not lift her eyes, but simply nodded slowly in response. Without even considering it, or out of a natural tendency, Ashley slowly began to stroke Martin's big cock while her audience looked on. At this point Sandra ordered me to crawl towards her husband and with all my fours help Ashley in massaging Martins cock.

"Mmmmmmm, isn't that just lovely? Her tiny hand wrapped around his big cock?" Sandra mewed.

"Do you like that, John?" Sandra was whispering in my ear again. "Do you like seeing your wife acting like a little slut for my husband? Playing with his big cock out here in the open like that? I can tell she likes it. Just look at her. She's practically drooling just staring down at Martin's prick. " "Now it is time for you to show us what a good little boy you are . Take your toungue and start moving between the legs of my husband , slithering your tongue on his nuts and then move it slowly on his balls". I hesitated. Sandra pulled me by my hair and ordered me to move my tongue while cleaning and lubricating Martins huge manhood with my tongue.

She placed her hand on my shoulder. "It's ok, my dear. What would you like to see next, little John? Do want to see your wife put Martin's cock in her mouth?" I choked and looked at this temptress. I'm not sure my eyes were conveying my conflicted thoughts, but I did not speak and Sandra apparently got the answer she was looking for. She took my hand and led me closer to where Ashley and Martin were sitting until we were directly in front of them, and then she bent down to speak to my wife. "You're doing a wonderful job with that cock, Ashley. You look absolutely beautiful."

Ashley looked up and smiled at the compliment "Thank you, Sandra."

"Do you like it? Do you like the way my husband's big cock barely fits into your tiny little hand?" Sandra asked her.

"Oh yes! Yes, I do! Thank you!" my bride beamed.

Martin, for his part, had simply been leaning back enjoying my wife's slow handling of his tool this entire time. "Whatever you would like, my dearest, is fine with me. I am quite a happy man at this point!"

"John, does Ashley suck your cock?" Sandra's question was directed at me, but it immediately got everyone's attention.

I nodded slowly. "Sometimes. When she says I've been extra good."

"But not as often as you'd like?" Sandra inquired.

I shook my head and just stared at my wife who was now looking at me in turn.

Sandra continued "Is she a good little cocksucker when you've been good? Does she take your cock all the way into her mouth? Does she shy away from your cum, or does she take it like a good wife should, all over her or completely down her throat?"

My breathing was now ragged and I could feel my own penis wanting to burst from its confines. "She's the only one who has ever had her mouth on me, but yes, she's. . .she's very good, I think."

"Interesting!" Sandra mused. "Well? Are you, my dear? Are you a good little cocksucker?"

Ashley just looked at the older woman. Then she looked at me, but still did not speak.

"I sure would like to find out." Sandra added "But, alas, I don't have a cock."

Ashley then looked at Martin, who raised his eyebrows and looked down at his cock, still very much in Ashley's hand. With some hesitation, my wife slowly lowered her head into Martin's lap and took his large cock into her tiny mouth. Martin and Sandra exhaled audibly, as if Ashley was now fellating both of them. I groaned, unable to wrap my brain around everything that was unfolding so quickly, yet in seemingly slow motion right in front of me. There, just two or three feet from me, was my beautiful wife, with another man's cock in her mouth. A man, easily old enough to be her father ! I wanted to say it couldn't be true, that it must be a dream, a nightmare, but my senses were on overload. I could hear every sound around me perfectly; Sandra's now ragged breathing, Martin's sighs, my wife's slurps and whimpers (telltale signs that she was enjoying herself). I could smell the trees and woods around me, and I even thought I could begin to smell the familiar scent of Ashley's arousal! I could taste dryness in my mouth, could feel my goosebumps and my own penis trying to bust out of my underwear and shorts, and could see it all unfolding in perfect detail. It was far better than any pornographic film I'd ever snuck away to my computer to watch!

"You were right, young John. She is wonderful! Just lovely with a big cock in her mouth." Sandra whispered. "What do you think, dear husband? Does she feel good?"

"Oh yes! Indeed! VERY good!" Martin replied.

Ashley whimpered again, and increased her efforts, happy for the compliments, I'm sure.

"That's it, my girl. Suck my big cock." Martin commanded, finally getting into the spirit his wife had established. "Take that cock all the way into your sexy mouth. That's it. Yes. Just like that, dear. Yes. You ARE a good little cocksucker!"

"Ashley?" Sandra inquired. "Ashley, dear?" My wife did not remove her mouth from Martin's prick, but opened her eyes and looked at the older woman. "Do you like sucking my husband's big cock?"

She did not respond verbally but nodded and gave a grunting "Mmmhmm."

"Such a good girl, taking my cock like a true slut. Yes, a very good girl. Keep sucking, little Ashley. Keep sucking Daddy's big dick." Martin demanded.

Ashley came up just long enough to respond "Yes, Daddy."

"Lovely!" Sandra exclaimed "Ashley, dear. My husband has been admiring your beautiful little body since he first laid eyes on it. There are several specific things he'd like to do to it now that you two have become more acquainted, and you're going to let him. Do you understand?"

Ashley extricated the cock from her mouth and looked up at Sandra, then at me.

"Oh, don't you worry about little John. He is throughly enjoying himself watching all of this, and I will make sure that continues. He wants to see YOU enjoying yourself as much as possible. Isn't that right, John." Yes, Sandra." I replied almost inaudibly. Ashley did not move a muscle, but continued staring at me.

I swallowed hard "Please, Ashley. Please let Martin do all the things. . .all the things he. . .he wants to do to you. Please let him make love. . ."

"Ha!" Sandra guffawed. "There will be no making love out here, little John. No, no, no. My husband is going to FUCK your wife, she is going to love it, and you are going to stand here with me and love watching it. While Martin devours, eats, owns your wife I will be using you and making you serve me and pleasure me in each and every crevice of my body. You and your little wife are our sexual pets and we will use you both in each and every hole. No one will be making love. Now tell her you want Martin to fuck her."

I stared blankly at Sandra. I wanted her to take that last part back. I was not sure I actually wanted that, and was definitely sure I was not ready to say it aloud to my wife.

"SAY IT!"

That was it. Her demand and my overwhelming desire to do as I was told crushed my last remaining vestige of resolve and dedication to our martial vows. "Let him fuck you, Ashley. Let. . .him. . .Let him fuck you like he wants to fuck you. . . Like I know you want to be fucked."

"Good boy." Sandra immediately congratulated me.

My beautiful young wife whimpered softly and slowly stood up in front of the older man. Martin immediately sprung up as if my concession and his wife's words had freed him from a cage. He began literally clawing at my wife. His big hands were at her waist, on her breasts, her hips, her legs, all in a flash. Martin grabbed the back of my wife's head and roughly pulled her into a full, open mouthed kiss. It was not lost on me that my Ashley closed her eyes and returned his passion, even sighing as he kissed and pawed.

I was taken aback by Martin's outburst. I opened my mouth to ask that he slow down, or take it easy, or something along those lines when I heard Sandra stop me with a simple "Shhhhhhhhh."

She turned to me "Let them have their fun. Ashley is clearly enjoying herself, and I've known my husband long enough to know this is precisely what he wants as well. Just look at his big arms wrapped around your little wife. Tremendous. She looks so sweet and innocent with her head tilted back like that and his mouth and tongue on her neck." Now I was whimpering. "It's a lovely sight, isn't it, John?" I said nothing. "Just look at his big strong hands running up and down her little body."

"Lift up your arms. Now." Martin demanded of my wife. She stared at him but complied. Martin made quick work of her sports bra and there were my wife's breasts; out in the open in these fantastic woods, and quickly in the palms and mouth of this brute. "Fuck, your tits are delicious. Mmmmm." He continued to kiss, lick, and suckle as his hands groped up and down the rest of her.

I watched on and noticed Sandra was surreptitiously running her own hands along the length of her body right beside as she too watched the free show right in front of us.

"Yes, darling! Take her little body! Make this sweet little slut yours!" she ordered her husband. Perhaps I was the only one who heard her, because Martin continued his attention to my wife's breasts, and Ashley did not even open her eyes, just kept moaning as she was being manipulated by this expert. Sandra was now openly stroking her own breasts, which caused me to finally tear my eyes away from my wife. Sandra was not paying me any attention however.

"I want to see her perfect little ass, Martin. Pull her shorts down, baby!"

With that, Martin stopped kissing Ashley and roughly turned her around, causing her to squeal. He bent her over forcefully and yanked her little athletic shorts as well as her panties to the ground in a single pull. Now my Ashley's bottom and even her pussy were on display for the three of us as she steadied herself on the log they'd been sitting on. She did not stand up straight. Instead she looked back at Martin as he took a step back to admire her form.

He whistled softly "Even more beautiful than I'd imagined. You are one sexy little slut, Ashley. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this." Martin began groping her bottom with his big rough hands. He explored her lower back, her upper things, and reached around to grope her breasts underneath her as well. "Fuck yes, my dear. You are quite the sight." He continued down and actually got on his knees behind my wife. He spread her legs apart and stroked up and down her thighs. He even swatted her delectable bottom a couple of times!

"Isn't that sweet?" Sandra asked. "You two lovebirds are adorable. All that love for each other even while my rugged husband paws at her. Ashley, love? Do you like my husbands hands and mouth all over you?"

"Yes. . .Yes, Sandra. He's. . .wonderful."

"Do you want him to stop?" Sandra asked her.

"No!" Ashley and I shouted breathlessly at the same time, causing the older couple to both chuckle.

"Good. Martin, eat her sweet little pussy now and eat it properly." Sandra ordered.

My eyes went wide again, and Ashley gasped. Martin growled, grabbed both of her bum cheeks, and stuffed his entire face between them as if he'd been starving for exactly that. Ashley cried out in ecstasy and shut her eyes as her head whipped back and forth. Sandra and I were both drawn to get a closer look. We peered around and saw Martin's tongue lapping greedily at my wife's sex, with his nose right up against her bum hole. Yes, I had put my mouth on my wife before, likely dozens of times, but never in that position and never with such animalistic ferocity! I could indeed now for certain smell my wife's sex and could tell by the moans she was making and the way her body was beginning to shake that she was very quickly approaching an orgasm. Martin must have sensed it too, because he increased his tongue lashings and gripped her rear even harder.

Sandra reached out and began to stroke my wife's back as she looked on "That's it, baby! Make the little slut cum all over your tongue! Make her cum!" she urged.

My Ashley began to moan louder and louder "Yes! Yes! Please! That feels so good! YES!"

I began whimpering myself and could no longer keep from touching my own penis. I fumbled with it on the outside of my shorts hoping no one would notice. Of course Sandra immediately did.

"Ha! Even your little husband over here wants you to cum on Martin's tongue. He's playing with his little dickey through his shorts watching you get eaten, my dear." Sandra said, and Ashley moaned even louder.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Eat me, old man! Eat my sweet little pussy!" Ashley's eyes were pinched tightly shut and her mouth was wide open, but who WAS this woman?!? I had never heard my wife say such words as long as I'd known her! Nothing even close! In our bedroom at home with the lights out, I could usually feel her body shake a little and moan before she came, but nothing like this.

She was roaring now, and thrashing about. "I'm going to cum all over your face, Martin! I'm going to cum!"

I was stroking my penis with fervor now eagerly awaiting Ashley's orgasm, and then it finally overtook her. She reached back and forced Martin's face as far into her bum as she could as her entire body seized and she cried out "Oh god, YES!!" Martin froze (he couldn't really move anyway), as did Sandra and I while Ashley rode out what had to be the best orgasm of her entire life. She seized and un-seized for several moments while we all watched her breathlessly. Finally she relaxed and slumped onto the log and Sandra went up to her and began stroking her face lightly.

"Wonderful, dearie. Just wonderful. I told you he was good."

My wife merely smiled and whimpered, her eyes still closed as she came down from her high.

"And the best part is still yet to come." Sandra said with her devilish smile.

Ashley's eyes opened and looked to her, as did I. Martin chuckled again and yanked my wife up onto her feet. He unceremoniously bent her over the log once again and smacked her bum with enough force to leave her cheek bright pink. Ashley yelped, but certainly did not protest.

"Now fuck her, Martin. Fuck her sweet pussy until she screams." Sandra ordered and turned away from them toward me.

"Yes, Martin, Please fuck my tight pussy. I need your big fat cock inside me." this stranger who looked exactly like my wife begged.

Sandra came up to whisper into my ear again "She's going to love this, I promise. And so will you, dearie. Now its your turn to be turned into a slut and pleasure me while your wife is being mauled by my husband. Is that clear, John. You are also a sexual pet like your little wife and I will use you as you deserve to be, you little boy"

Just then Martin took his big cock in his hand and began stroking it up and down my wife's little slit. She was clearly excited as I could see her juices all over the length of his shaft right away.

"Fuck me, Martin! I want your cock! PLEASE!" my wife screamed.

and here was Sandra's mischievous smile again "Do you need my help, young John? Do you want me to take your little cock out of your shorts so he can play too?" she asked as if she was talking to an infant.

I could only nod. Sandra chuckled and slowly reached over and pulled my shorts down far enough so that my dick could spring free. "Oh, it's so cute John! It really is! I only knew I was under this woman's control and did not want any of this to end. Sandra reached out and touched me. She moved it side to side as if inspecting it. "Just lovely indeed, John. She started stronking my cock and she told me that now I will hear and see her husband fuck my wife." I did as I was told, though careful not to apply too much friction. I knew for certain that if I did, I would cum right then and there with all the stimulation bombarding me at the moment.

Without further ado, the much older man, still wearing his hiking clothes, grabbed both of Ashley's bum cheeks and impaled my young wife to the hilt on his impressive tool. He froze there as my Ashley let out a guttural roar.

"YES! Oh fuck yes, that's lovely! Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy!"

"I'm glad, my dear." Martin hissed in her ear. "Because I don't plan on taking it out until I'm ready to spunk all over you!"

"Yes! YES! Fuck me then! Take this young cunt!"

I would have bet our life's savings that my prim and proper wife would've sooner cut off one of her toes with a butter knife as opposed to using that word before today, but she had clear as day just asked this older man to take her cunt. I was astonished to say the very least.

Sandra and I both watched as Martin plowed into my accommodating wife relentlessly. Sweat was pouring from the large man, but he just smiled and grunted.

"Martin, dear?" Sandra interrupted. "John's cock is rock hard watching you."

"Is that right?" Martin asked rhetorically "I'm glad. Be a shame if only little Ashley and I were the ones having all the fun. Well watch away, John. Maybe you'll learn something." and he turned his attention back to his young prize "You love my cock, don't you slut?" Ashley just moaned. "I know you love it sliding in and out of that tight little pussy. Tell your husband how much you love it. Tell him you can't get enough of my old cock up your cunt. Tell him you want it like this all the time. Every day. Tell him."

"Tell your husband how much you love Martin's cock, Ashley!" Sandra demanded.

"I love it." she said, but she could not look at me,

"You love what, you little slut?" Martin goaded.

"Yes, what exactly do you love, dear?" Sandra added.

"I. . .oh yes. . .I love. . .Martin's big cock slamming into my tight wet pussy. It feels. . .so. . .feels so fucking good! I can't get enough of it! Don't stop! YES!" my previously innocent wife declared.

"I'm very glad to hear you are having such a good time, sweet girl." Sandra was pleased.

"Yes, take it all in, slut. That's why you came up here to our woods. You wanted a good royal fucking by a real man, didn't you? Take that man's cock, little girl. Take it all!" Martin was growing more and more ferocious. He squeezed, pawed, and mauled at my wife's flesh. He bit her shoulders, and continued to pound into her from behind, and she did indeed take it all.

"Ashley, love, I want you to know that your husband and I are also enjoying this very much! Isn't that right, John?" Sandra turned to me.

"Mmhmm." I mumbled.

"I'm. . .fuck. . .I'm glad of that. I do love. . .love him so. Yes!" she said.

"Good, good. But we too would like to have a bit of fun." Sandra proceeded. "His poor little dickey is out now and is desperate for some attention. I think it might burst from just watching you two, but I was hoping to play with him for a while before that happens. Do you understand, Ashley?"

"Of course, Sandra. . .Yes, yes, please. . .please make sure my husband is well. . .taken care of."

"Take out your big tits, love!" Martin interjected. "I'm sure the little sod will love those! Take them out and give the boy a thrill!"

"Yes, Sandra. . .that's a good. . .idea. Let my husband see your magnificent tits. . .please." I would have to thank my loving wife later for that.

"Now there's a good idea! Thank you both! What do you think, John? Would you like to see Mommy's big tits? Do you want Mommy to take them out for you?"

I was dumbstruck, but I think I nodded slightly.

"Of course you would, lad." With that, Sandra slowly removed her shirt until she was standing their in only her shorts and bra. Her breasts were incredible, barely constrained by the bra, which Sandra reached behind herself to finally unhook. They looked even better completely free. Sandra was probably in her late 40s, but her breasts had not yet begun to sag. They were big, as she was fairly big all over, but they suited her perfectly, and Sandra knew it. She cupped them for me and smiled. "You like, little John?" she asked coquettishly. "Your wife asked me to show them to you, so I am obliging her. These are my tits, John. What do you think?"

I was not yet ready to respond. I was still taking them in, absentmindedly still playing with my little penis, still enjoying their immense beauty.

"You know, it's not polite young man to stare at a woman's tits when she's trying to talk to you. What do you think?" she asked a little more forcefully.

"They're. . .they're the best tits. . .the best tits in the whole wide world!" i proclaimed.

Sandra laughed and her breasts bounced up and down "I don't know about that, but thank you regardless. As you can see, my nipples are quite hard currently." She pulled on them. "They get like that when I'm turned on. Watching my husband fuck your wife mercilessly like that is really having an effect on me. Just like your little cock there."

I looked down ay my manhood. I was as hard as I had ever been, maybe even more so. I tugged on it lightly and Sandra turned her attention back to her husband's thrusting.

"Do you like her sweet little pussy, darling?"

"Fuck yes. It's so tight, so wet. And she loves taking every inch of my big cock. Don't you, little slut?" Martin asked her.

"Yes, Daddy. . .ungh. . .your. . .your big Daddy cock fills my pussy up perfectly. I love. . .taking. . .all of it!"

I was on the verge of spilling my seed on the ground and had to release my penis from my hand.

"Are you going to cum soon, dear?" Sandra asked her husband.

"Yes, ma'am. Her sweet little pussy has almost got me there!"

"I want your cum, Martin. . . Fuck, yes!. . .I want it so badly. Please. . .Please give me your cum, Daddy. Give it all to me." my demure wife begged.

"Ok, baby girl. Tell Daddy where you want it then."

"Yes, little slut." Sandra concurred. "Tell my husband where you want him to spunk. We can't take the risk of impregnating such a sweet young thing, so he will definitely be pulling his big cock out of you before he cums. Now tell him where you want it."

Ashley had been on birth control as long as I'd known her, but I was not about to interrupt their exchange, plus I desperately wanted to see Martin's bigger penis erupt all over my wife! Ashley did not protest either.

"Anywhere you like, Daddy. I just want your spunk. Every. . .yes. . .every drop of it! Anywhere!"

"Good little girl. Little sluts like you deserve all of my cum, and you're going to get it soon enough!" Martin warned her.

"Delicious!" Sandra clapped. "First, however. Ashley dear, your poor husband need to be a slut to me as well before my husband can wet you all with his cum."

"Yes! Yes, Sandra. . .Anything you. . .ungh. . .anything you like at all. Let my poor little husband dribble his spunk down your tits if you want or make him your little slut bitch like your husband has made me. I desire bith me and him to be your fuck sluts please please."

"Such a sweetheart, she is, right John? Allowing her husband his fun too while she enjoys a big cock. Does my idea appeal to you? Would you like to see me on my knees in front of you holding up my tits for your spunk while you pretty little wife takes my husband's? Do you want that?" Sandra was seductive as ever, lowering herself to the ground slowly before I was even able to answer.

I did not even hesitate this time "Oh, yes! Yes, please!"

"Good. Well, now I'm down here." Sandra lowered her trousers and panties exposing her big 40 inch ass and exposing itself in front of me. "You slut bitch john , you have to lick amd my pussy and asshole and make it clean with your tongue.

You will worship this body as I see fit, understand?"

"Uh huh." I answered, feeling the dryness in my mouth. My cock was painfully hard already.

"Now, down on your knees and lick my panties." She ordered.

"Oh yes, lick my panties you nasty little man." She coaxed me on.

She moved back and lowered her sweat filled to the ground and stepped out of it. Placing it near my face she teased me. "Would you like to taste my pussy?"

I nodded.

"I can't hear you." She said.

"Yes." I answered.

"Yes what?" she demanded.

"I please." He answered.

"Yes Please Big Mommy." She corrected me. The thought of this young man calling her as owmer excited Sandra

Placing the material closer to his nose she said, "Smell it."

I breathed in deeply. The fragrance was mesmerizing. My already hard cock began to throb. sandra told me to lick the panties. I stuck out my tongue and she wiped the moist material on it. I sucked in my tongue and delighted in the flavor. Sandra fed him more. Then she stuck them in my mouth and I sucked them clean. Her words inspired the three of us simultaneously. Ashley wailed out another orgasm and I noticed her hand had been furiously rubbing at her clit the last few minutes, yet another astonishing first.

Martin grunted "Fuck yea, my little slut, get down right here!" He shoved my beautiful naked wife to the ground and grabbed her hair to tilt her head back. Take a good long sniff of my sweaty arse," she said, her voice taking on a commanding, sultry tone. " "Remeber you and your wife are both bitches and you both need to know that. My arse is now to be pleasured, Is that clear?" I descended my head without hesitation until I was a few inches away from the sealed opening of Sandra's' arsehole. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, like I was smelling a bouquet of roses. Her scent was magnificent. The moist and musky aroma triggered a deep animalistic desire deep within me. "Go on, boy, clean your big mommies' sweaty arsehole," commanded Sandra. I leant back to admire Sandra's plump, succulent backside before I plunged in and buried my face in between her buttocks. I flattened my wet tongue against her anus and quickly drew it upwards towards the crack of her arse. I repeated this again, lapping the length of her cleft like a starved hound.

I could hear my wife being ploughed by Martin while he was fucking her and smacking my sweet littles wife young ass. Iwas getting excited burried in Sandras asshole.Mmmm, that's it, eat my arse, you little brown-nosing bitch!" she growled as she reached behind her and seized a tuft of my brown locks. Impelled by her words and her hand amidst my hair, I devoured her arsehole like the succulent piece of fruit that it was. My own hands had now replaced Sandra's and I was digging my fingers into her abundant cheeks, spreading them to provide me with better access. I flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly across the tight, little eyelet, causing Sandra to emit a squeal of delight. The attention bestowed on her arsehole overwhelmed her, and she ran her hand over her body until it finally settled between her thighs. She was already wet. She slid a finger between her labia, spreading her juices towards her clit that was yearning for attention. sandra noticed the turgid warmth of my neglected cock rubbing against her calf. She laughed to herself and chuckled: the slut was trying to hump her leg like a naughty little puppy. She decided to allow me this privilege and pinned my cock firmly between her calves. I moaned into her buttocks as my throbbing dick was crushed between the soft skin and big feminine musculature of her legs. My hips began to buck furiously, thrusting my penis in and out of the crevice that her calves provided. "Come on, fuck my legs while you eat my arse, slut," spat Sandra as she massaged her clit earnestly with her middle and ring finger. She squeezed her thighs together, the pressure perfectly complimenting her self indulgence.I swirled my tongue around her anus, feeling it repeatedly clench and unclench. He plunged deeper into her puckered hole with each stroke until he was eventually penetrating her."That's it, you nasty boy, fuck my arsehole with your tongue," said Sandra, reaching forward to grab the back of the wooden log for support as her hand whisked her pussy with unrestrained ardour. My fervent breathing prickled her skin as I rimmed her. A bead of precum trickled down Sandras calf as I frenziedly pumped his flushed, rigid member between her legs. "Filthy, arse-licking bitch, make me come," panted Sandra. She exerted more pressure on her clit, rubbing vivaciously as her body began to tremble with the onset of orgasm. Sandra went silent as the pleasure on both fronts overwhelmed her. She threw her head back and unleashed a delirious howl. Her body quivered with euphoria as I continued to dutifully lick her flexing arsehole.After the waves of bliss had subsided, Freya collapsed onto the couch in a heap, allowing me a chance to regain my breath. I looked upon her magnificent, nude form affectionately, grateful for the opportunity to provide her pleasure. Sandra reached between her thighs and delicately wiped away the residue of her orgasm. She raised her hand and held it before me, offering two of her fingers, slick with her resinous juices, to me. I understood, and without a word of instruction, took her digits into his mouth. I closed my eyes as Ifellated them, savouring their delicious, nectarous taste. "Good boy," she cooed as she stroked his face with the other hand. Sandra withdrew her fingers and leant forward, crossing her arms and resting them on her knees as she regarded her pet with a gratified smile. She looked down at my poor, tormented cock, it's rigid shaft riddled with bulging veins, it's swollen crown completely unsheathed."I was very close to coming, mistress," I said sheepishly.Sandra smiled, "but sweetie, you did come." She extended her index finger and in one fluid motion, scooped up a drop of pre-come and showed it to me.

"See, look at all that come," Sandra said in playfully mocking tone as she rubbed the liquid against her thumb. She inserted the finger into her mouth, enclosed her lips tightly around it and sucked with exaggerated sensuality. I watched her helplessly, his face contorting with wanton desperation. Sandra removed her finger with a lewd smack of her lips, rested her chin on her upturned palm and smirked at me as her little bitch boy.

Sandra now looked at her husband ploghing and fucking my wife like a little teeny weeny bitch, playing with his big hands and exploring and using my little wife. She ordered Ashley to kneel in front of her bull husband.Ashley whimpered, but obeyed and fell to her knees beside Sandra and lifted her perky little tits as an offering just as her older counterpart was doing for me. "Not on your little tits, love. I'm going to cum all over that pretty young face of yours! Get ready!" said Martin

I had never cum on Ashley's face. Ever. It wasn't often that I came anywhere other than inside of her, but those other times were all in her hand while she laughed at my quick release.

Martin wildly stroked his now massive cock barely an inch from Ashley's face. My wife looked directly up into his eyes. "Do it Daddy." she begged. "You took my pussy, now give me my reward. Give me all that cum. All over my face. Please, Daddy. I've earned it."

"Yes, Martin. She needs it now. Spunk for her. Thank her for the sweet pussy she gave you." Sandra added.

Martin's head went back and he shouted like a mad man. That did it for me. I looked down at Sandra's mischievous grin just in time to see the cum begin to dribble out of my own tool and onto her splendid breasts. If possible, they looked even more alluring with fresh spunk dripping off of them. I looked back at my wife in time to see the first volley of Martin's spunk as it began to fly out of his triumphant cock. The first shot hit my lovely wife directly across her forehead. She squealed in delight. "Yes, Daddy! Make your big cock cum!" The second spurt lashed across a cheek, the third into her mouth, which she quickly swallowed. Martin moved closer for the next few blasts which fell along Ashley's chin, and then onto her perky young breasts.

Sandra reached over and grabbed my cock. "Wonderful, dear little boy. Great show." she said calmly. "You too, my dear." and patted Ashley on the shoulder. "You look good enough to eat." Sandra then leaned over and slowly began to lick Martin's cum off my wife's face while she slowly stroked her husband's waning manhood. She took her time, enjoying every drop, making a show of swallowing it all, while Martin looked down at her with pride. Ashley smiled and languished in the attention. My knees were growing weak, and I felt I could lose my balance, but Sandra reached over and took ahold of my cock as well. I buckled slightly, but did not fall.

Sandra then looked up at me. "You as well, young man! I am proud of you for holding out so long! And thank you for MY reward. I loved having you spunk all over my tits. Did you like it too, little John?"

"Yes, Sandra. It was wonderful." I replied.

"So!" Sandra said with renewed energy as she began to get herself up off the ground. "By my count, I am the only one who has yet to cum this afternoon, so this is what's going to happen now. I want my dear husband to bend me over this log and give me the shagging he just gave Ashley. In order for that to happen, you, little slut, are going to have to use your pretty mouth again to get him hard enough. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sandra. I will enjoy that actually." Ashley smiled demurely.

"Good. Now after you've sucked him well enough and while Martin's fucking me with his big hard cock, I want you to sit your pretty little ass back down on this log and spread your legs for me. I'm going to eat that wet pussy like you'd never believe. You will cum for me and cum very hard, trust me. Understood?" Ashley gasped slightly, but we all nodded in agreement. "Wonderful! Shall we begin?"

Ashley began to reach for Martin's wilted penis, but I interrupted. "Sandra? I'm sorry, but. . .what about me?"

"What about you, John?" she asked.

"Well. . .you have assigned everyone else duties, I mean tasks, but. . .nothing for me. What. . . What would you like me to do while your husband. . .fucks you, and you, um, eat my wife's. . .pussy?"

"Oh! I am so sorry, John! I forgot all about you, didn't I? How rude of me! Especially when you've been such a good little boy today!" I smiled sheepishly, thankful for her acknowledgement. "What shall we do with you, dear boy? Hmmmm." She looked at Martin and Ashley who offered no help. It was Sandra's show. "Ok, tell you what. Why don't you stand beside us all and you can grope my body while Martin fucks me, and grope your wife while I eat her pussy. And when my husband is ready to fuck me you need to lick and suck his cokc while he is fucking me ! Your toungue will be lubricating my pussy when my big bull husband is fucking me like a big man he is and you will simulate both my pussy and his cock with your toungue How's that?!?" Sandra was thrilled with her solution, as was I. I nodded gratefully and smiled. "Let's begin! Ashley? Suck Martin's cock. Now."

And so she did.

It was a wonderful afternoon to say the very least. It changed our lives. Sandra then ordered us to come to Martins and hers cabin foor the rest of the weekend. she told us that once we all reach cabin the roles will reverse slightly. My beautiful wife will need to serve Sandra along with me.

---Sandra play with Asheley and me and Martin helping them out will continue in the next part of the story.......

By the time we said our goodbyes, promising to return in the coming months, and went back to our flat in the city, Ashley and I were a changed couple, and we both knew it. We were much more honest and communicative with each other (as communicative as I could be- still learning) about our wants, like and dislikes. The events of our weekend up at the cabin gave Ashley a very detailed idea about my sexual self, one I could never verbalize for her. They did the same for me in regards to my wife, though I'm guessing had I just asked or pressed her, she would have gladly told me right away.

We returned to our successful jobs that Monday, and before even a full week had passed, Ashley asked me if I knew the older couple who lived in the flat below ours.

"William and Gail?" with my own mischievous grin. "Why, yes. I was just speaking with them this afternoon about you, telling them what a lucky guy I am!"

THE END