Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 16:41:49 +1200
From: Dougal Cable <dougaljac@iconz.co.nz>
Subject: A Good Mate (Part Three)

Regrettably, I was forced to break my proposed date with Stu and Margaret
the following weekend. A combination of social events and the necessity of
working fourteen hours a day over the next few weeks meant that a further
meeting continued to be deferred. Whenever I contacted Stu, he told me that
Margaret had been looking forward to us getting together once more, and was
continuing to express her disappointment. However when last Tuesday my wife
announced her intention of spending the following day with our daughter and
son-in-law in Waikanae, and of staying the night with them, I called Stu at
work later that day to let him know I was free. He in turn called me back
later to say that Margaret was delighted that I had been in touch, and had
suggested that I have dinner with them, and make a night of it.

At the agreed hour of seven o'clock on Wednesday evening I stood on their
doorstep, a bottle of chilled wine in my hand, feeling as I hadn't since a
teen-ager, filled with a curious mixture of excitement, anticipation and
trepidation. Stu answered my knock on the door, barefoot and wearing only a
sarong tied about his waist. He ushered me in, telling me that I would need
to get into the mood of the evening. I realised what he meant when I walked
into the lounge, followed closely by Stu, to find that Margaret was wearing
just a sarong, fastened above her glorious breasts and falling to just
above her knee. As I entered the room she crossed her legs, giving me a
flash of bare thighs. Taking the bottle from me and setting it on the
table, Stu gripped my arm and led me through to their bedroom, handing me a
folded sarong cloth and suggesting I strip and put it on. I stripped to my
briefs, but Stu grinned, saying "Everything off!" and lifting his sarong to
show that he was wearing nothing underneath.

I felt my cock stirring, swelling as I tugged my briefs down my legs. Stu
moved close as I reached for the sarong, taking my cock in his hand,
fondling it as it quickly grew to full erection. Dropping to his knees Stu
pulled my shaft down as he bent forward, his lips encircling the rim of my
knob as his tongue played over my tip before pushing into the tiny
slit. Releasing my shaft he leant toward me, his lips dragging down my
shaft as my knob slid into his throat. Pulling back, he swallowed me twice
more before letting my cock leap from his lips, trailing a thin thread of
saliva. Grinning as he stood, he told me "Come on, mustn't keep Madam
waiting!" I wound the cloth around my waist and tied it, my erection
tenting the front of the sarong. In an attempt to conceal it I followed Stu
closely as we returned to the lounge, however Margaret's sharp eyes noticed
it almost immediately. She looked at us contemptuously. "Dirty little
bastards!" she snapped scornfully, "Couldn't help playing with one another!
You'll both pay for that later!" A wave of apprehension tinged with
excitement ran through me, but as she rose from the settee to move towards
the kitchen her manner switched to one of normal conversation as she told
Stu to get me a drink, asking me how I liked my steak. Stu grinned again at
the obviously confused look on my face as he asked what I wanted to drink,
adding as she left the room that Margaret was only practicing getting into
character for after dinner. He poured me a stiff rum and coke, saying that
I had a bit of catching up to do.

As we sipped our drinks, Stu told me how, early in their marriage, they
found that they both enjoyed it when Margaret took a dominant role in
sex. Now, with their son having left home, they had the freedom to
experiment further, not only together but by also involving others. Smiling
wryly, he asked how I felt playing a submissive role to Margaret's dominant
one. Felling my cock swelling as I recalled our last meeting, I
acknowledged that while it had been a novel experience for me, I had
nonetheless found it stimulating.

Over dinner, only our slightly bizarre dress intimated that there was
anything slightly unusual about the evening; the conversation revolved
around where we were in our careers, who we knew locally, and old friends
in Pukerua Bay. Dinner finished, I helped clear the table, and Margaret
stayed in the kitchen to load the dishwasher, telling Stu and me to take
the rest of the wine through to the lounge. Stu closed the drapes and
turned on the lights. Sitting next to me on the settee, he untied his
sarong, pulling it up to expose his cock and balls. Stroking his cock
slowly until it began to grow hard, he suggested that I use my mouth to do
the job properly. Leaning toward him I bent to take him in my mouth,
teasing his knob gently with my tongue, tasting his salty-sweet pre-cum,
then dipped closer to swallow his slender shaft. Reaching into my lap, Stu
found my stiffening cock, grasping it through the thin cloth of the sarong,
and fondling me to hardness as I sucked him.

I was fumbling with the knot in my sarong, meaning to pull it up to release
my cock into Stu's hand, when Margaret re-entered the room. "You little
bastards!" she exploded, "I leave you alone for a minute and you're playing
with one another!" Hurriedly pulling my mouth from Stu's cock I sat
up. Looking flushed and furious, Margaret carried a small soft fabric bag,
with some folded towels under the other arm, but I noticed that her erect
nipples showing clearly through the thin fabric of her sarong belied her
angry appearance. Snatching a riding crop from the bag Margaret gave both
Stu and me a stinging slash across our legs. "Just keep your hands to
yourselves until I tell you otherwise!" she ordered. Setting the bag down
on the coffee table she spread the towels in the middle of the room, before
untying her sarong and letting it slip from her ripe body onto the
floor. Her magnificent, heavy breasts, surmounted by large engorged
nipples, glowed with excitement. I caught a glimpse of her plump, shaved
cunt as she turned and bent to take something from the bag. She
straightened, handing Stu a large black vibrator and grabbing two cushions
from the settee before stretching out on the towels. Lifting up to place
one cushion beneath her hips, she put the other under her head. Patting the
floor beside her as she looked at me she directed "Come to Mama Mr Big
Dick, you can look after my tits!"  To Stu she ordered, "You know what to
do Stuey, nice and slow until I get going!" She gave each of us a light tap
with her whip. "Keep your hands off one another until I let you," she
commanded "otherwise it's Mr Whip for you both!"

Grasping one of her glorious breasts I bent my mouth to the already swollen
nipple, sucking it into my mouth as my hands hefted and mounded both
breasts. Glancing down out of the corners of my eyes as I heard a buzzing
begin, I could see Stu fasten his mouth over his wife's clit, and the
buzzing of the vibrator rose and fell in volume as he began to work it in
and out of her cunt. Giving herself over to our ministrations, Margaret
alternately arched and relaxed her body, twisting, stretching, gasping and
then moaning as her excitement slowly grew. I thought after only a few
minutes she was going to climax, but instead she held her breath, her body
stiffening, until the moment had passed. She used this technique several
times to delay her climax, all the time becoming increasingly
aroused. Finally, after fifteen minutes or more, I heard the vibrator
increase its noise. Looking down I could see that Stu had taken it from
Margaret's cunt and was moving it around her clit. Margaret stopped holding
back and let it hit her, bucking and jerking beneath us as she achieved a
loud and protracted orgasm.

Resting on one elbow beside her, I watched Margaret until she regained her
senses. Her body, flushed with arousal, glistened with a sheen of
perspiration, her magnificent breasts heaving as she fought to control her
breathing. Then, as she gave a shudder, her eyes flew open and she once
more took control. Rolling off the cushions she ordered me to take her
place. I lay down on the towels, adjusting the cushions beneath my hips and
my head, and watched as Margaret swung a leg across me to straddle my
hips. Reaching between us to hold my cock upright, she lowered herself
until she could slide my knob back and forth between her swollen cunt lips,
wetting it, and then sank down on me, her silky cunt walls dragging
deliciously on my shaft as I penetrated her. She rose and fell on me two or
three times, until I was buried deep inside her. Bending forward, she fed
me a succulent, swollen nipple to suckle, urging Stu in behind her. His
knees pushed my legs wider apart as he moved in close behind Margaret, and
then I felt his fingers on my balls as he felt between Margaret and
me. Initially I was sure that he was going to penetrate her anally, until I
felt first his fingers, and then his knob, pressing against the underside
of my cock. Margaret raised her hips a little and Stu forced the tip of his
cock into her cunt alongside mine. The pressure on my shaft increased as
Stu pushed forward and Margaret groaned with pleasure as his cock slowly
slid into his wife's already full channel.

Margaret was not a big woman, although generously built in every
respect. However she was a top club tennis player, and had the toned body
of an athlete. Nor was her cunt large, and her pelvic muscles were as toned
as the rest of her body, so when Stu forced his cock into her to join mine,
our cocks were held firmly together in the elastic constriction of
Margaret's fully distended cunt. Rubbing cocks with another guy has always
given me great pleasure since the first time I tried it, but to do it in
the tight clasp of a woman's cunt is a treasured but all too rare
experience.

My hips pinned by the combined weight of Margaret and Stu, I was initially
unable to move, until Stu began to move his cock against mine in short
jerky movements. As he did so his pre-cum began to flow, adding to
Margaret's juices, and he was able to move more freely. She too began to
move her hips and I in turn began flexing mine slightly to increase the
friction of my cock sliding against Stu's. My excitement was so great that
I knew that I was not going to be able to last long. Matching my movements
to Margaret's to keep my cock lodged as deeply in her as possible, leaving
it to Stu to keep his cock rubbing against mine, I surrendered to the
voluptuous thrill growing in my groin. My balls tightened, my cock swelled
and grew more sensitive, and I could feel the slow creep of spunk from my
balls to my cock. Gasping, helpless to hold back longer, I felt a rush of
warmth in my cock as it jetted its load into Margaret. The additional
lubrication of my spunk seemed to spur Stu on; stabbing his cock faster
into Margaret's overstretched cunt, and as she fell onto me with a shriek I
could hear him groaning in pleasure as his cum washed over my shaft.

Doug Campbell