After the life-changing experience I shared with Jane and my wife last weekend, I could barely think straight all week. The images of Jane’s mouth stretched wide around my big cock, my wife nodding with encouragement, were seared into my mind. My life was at a complete standstill. I was terrible at work, distracted at home. I wanted more.

My first priority was finding out what my wife had thought about the whole thing. While it’s true that she had initiated proceedings, I wanted to make sure she didn’t have any regrets. I walked into the living room last Monday night.

“So, fun weekend huh?” I tentatively offered.

My wife smirked at me.

“It was,” she replied. “What was your favourite part? The dinner, or?”

I laughed.

“The dinner, I loved the dinner.” I said. “Did you?”

“Of course I loved the dinner, I made it happen!” she laughed.

I asked her what were the odds we’d have a dinner like that again sometime. She paused and considered. She stood up and walked across the room to me. She touched me on the shoulder and hovered in close as if for a kiss. Then, to my surprise, she reached down and undid my pants, pulled them down, and got on her knees. She leaned in, stopping just short of my package. I could feel her breath on me as my heavy cock began to rise.

“I think we should have Jane over this weekend,” she said with her face inches away from my manhood. “But I don’t think you should cum again until it happens. Save it all for us.”

She stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me erect and sweating. I was taken aback, as she had never teased me like this before. I wanted so badly to finish myself off right then, to cum to the thought of our next encounter with Jane. But I knew that she was right, and that I should save every last drop for them. They deserved it.

I texted Jane and told her what a wonderful time we had on the weekend. She agreed, and said that while it was more than she had bargained for, she couldn't stop thinking about it. I told her we felt the same, and we set a date for her to come over again, a week after our original encounter.

The wait was agony. My mind was filled with unholy thoughts. My wife did not make things easier for me. Every night, she would act innocent but wonder around the house nude or semi-nude. I spent most of my evenings in a daze, at least half erect, cock head peaking out the leg my boxers. But I held on.

Jane arrived at 8 PM Saturday night. She looked gorgeous, wearing a small, shimmery black dress that draped gently over her figure and left little to the imagination. She greeted us with a big smile.

"Come inside," I said.

My wife, always quick on the draw, started off the night with one of her bold jokes:

“Cum inside? Now, shouldn’t we have a drink first?”

Jane blushed. I was shocked that she'd go there. But in truth, it was like my wife read my mind. Last week's double blowjob was incredible, but since then my imagination had gotten greedy; I wanted so badly to fill Jane's pussy to the brim. I had not had the nerve to broach the subject with either of them. I figured we’d see where the night took us.

Jane followed us inside and I made us a few drinks. We tried small talk, but it was somewhat halting and muted. I think we were all distracted by the possibilities that lay ahead of us.

Jane grew impatient. After a few minutes of inane chat, she stood, face as innocent as a movie starlett, and let the thin straps of her dress fall to either side of her shoulders. Before I could blink the dress had fallen to the ground. The sight of her fully nude body, which I'd seen once when we skinny dipped together years before, took my breath away. So lean, so sleek, so strong, her beautiful pink nipples placed perfectly atop the curve of her slight breasts. My eyes darted to my wife, who also looked enamoured with Jane's naked form. It was a slick, calculated move. Jane was determined to get what she came for.

“Do you mind if I have another go?” Jane asked.

My wife needed no convincing. Almost immediately she was unhooking her bra and tying up her hair. She exited the room with a beckoning smirk, and we followed. As we entered our bedroom, Jane leaned in and playfully kissed my topless big-titted wife, who grabbed Jane’s face and reciprocated. Jane caressed my wife’s soft breasts as I began undressing. My cock sprung up. Jane eyed me as she kissed my wife.

“Good god, I’m not over that thing,” she said.

“You two are so fucking hot,” I said back.

“Jane, I meant to tell you,” said my wife, as Jane kissed her neck. “The last time he came was in your mouth last week. I made him save it all for you.”

FOR YOU. The words sent shockwaves through me. Perhaps the fulfillment of my deep desire was in the cards. Jane giggled, shocked. I stepped closer. Still kissing my wife’s neck, Jane moved lower, down her perky breasts, down her stomach, then moved over to the tip of my throbbing, veiny cock. What a relief it was to be caressed by her mouth again. She swirled my cock head with her tongue, already seeming more comfortable and capable pleasuring it than she had the week before. She took it out of her mouth and kissed it gently. She moved to one side of me and beckoned to my wife, who knelt down across from her. Jane began running her tongue up and down the length of my long shaft, and after a moment my wife began to mirror her. They locked eyes and smiled at each other, as if there was nowhere they’d rather be. I let out a deep moan.

Jane grabbed my wife’s tits and guided them up upwards toward me. It took me a moment to understand what was happening, and before I knew it Jane had placed my cock in between wife’s large breasts, pushing them firmly together. My wife started gently bouncing up and down, their saliva from a moment before acting as lube. The sensation was intense, and the sight of the two women servicing my big dick in this way was insane. They looked up at me, drinking in my sounds and expressions of pleasure. It was a sloppy, messy business; my cock kept slipping out between my wife’s perky tits and Jane struggled to keep me between. They were playing it up, fawning and moaning. It was all too much. I felt an orgasm start to rise in me.

Just before it reached its climax, I pulled away. The women laughed, confused.

“What’s the matter, honey?” said my wife.

“Didn’t it feel good?” said Jane, doe eyes on display.

“It did, too good. There’s a little bit more I’d like to experience tonight,” I said.

My wife smirked. Jane smiled and looked at the ground. I turned to my wife.

“What do you think about letting Jane feel what it’s like to…have a big cock inside her?” I asked.

My wife replied without hesitation.

“I think Jane deserves to know,” she said.

We looked at Jane.

“Would you like to know?” I asked.

“I’d very, very much like to know,” she admitted breathlessly.

I smiled and turned to the drawer for a condom.

“No,” Jane said. “No condom, please. It’s ok, I’m on birth control. I want to feel you naturally.”

A new rush of excitement coursed through my body. Jane got down on all fours on the bed, face near her elbows, back arched, and pushed her round ass and sweet pussy towards me. She writhed slightly, letting out soft moans in anticipation. I found myself intoxicated by her beautiful, glistening vagina and I knew I needed a taste before we proceeded any further.

My wife sat on the bed and put one hand on Jane’s hair, stroking her slightly. I leaned down and took my first taste of Jane. It was perfect. She let out a sharp moan as I caressed her with my tongue. My wife began to pleasure herself as she looked into Jane’s eyes. Jane tasted salty and sour and sweet, and I almost had to block out the sounds she was making in order to not cum right there on the bed.

In this moment, knowing what came next, a thought creeped into my brain — Jane had never taken a huge dick before, what if things didn’t play out like they had in my imagination? What if, as had been the case with my first girlfriend, she wouldn’t be able to fit me inside, and my size hurt her?

She didn’t seem to share my concern.

“I can’t wait any more,” she said through moans. “I’ve been waiting to get railed by that fat cock for years, you can’t make me wait any longer.”

The moment had come. I stood up, placed my hand around the base of my huge pulsing cock, and laid its head against her warm pussy. She gasped. My wife stroked Jane’s hair and offered her sounds of encouragement.

I pushed a little, and her pussy stretched wide to accommodate me, engulfing my dick head. She was dripping wet, and we moaned in unison. I pushed a little farther, cautious of finding her limit. She moaned louder. The ecstasy of her pussy was overwhelming, but I kept pushing, inserting inch after inch into her, and no limit revealed itself. After a few moments, to my surprise, my cock was fully inside her.

“It’s like you were built for big dick,” I said breathlessly.

“Yeah, you think so?” whispered Jane, pleased with my approval.

“You’re doing such a good job,” I reassured her. It was like the words knocked the wind out of her, and she exhaled sharply and smiled.

I started with little movements, and she writhed as teased her with 4 or 5 inches of friction. Then, I pulled back and gave her my first real thrust. She screamed, and her ass jiggled from the momentum. I pulled back and thrust again, filling her with my thick, long cock. She moaned. I started to build a rhythm. My wife’s eyes were glued to my fat cock as it entered and exited Jane. I, too, tried to capture a mental image of this perfect scene; Jane’s pussy stretched wide around me, her head pushed into the bed with her arm at a 90 degree angle for support, her mouth wide open. My wife beside her, legs splayed, stroking Jane’s hair with one hand and herself with the other. The sounds, exquisite, a symphony of moans and squelches. Total perfection.

I continued to work Jane’s pussy with long slow strokes, my cock pulsing. It already felt like I was playing with fire, the euphoria of her body paired with my reproductive system’s strong desire to unload itself in this beautiful woman. It took everything I had to not cum then.

Soon, I picked up my pace, pumping her harder. Her sounds turned animalistic, as I pounded her deep. I could feel the full power that her vagina held, and it sent electricity through my body. Jane began to quiver. My wife continued petting Jane’s head as her pussy contracted on my cock. She began to shake harder and harder. She screeched as she came, and I did not let up my pace.

It had only been about half an hour since she had arrived at the house.

Her shakes began to subside, but her moans did not. There was was something else she wanted. She glanced up at my wife.

“Is it ok if he fills me?” she pleaded. “I want him to fill me.”

My wife moaned and nodded.

“Fill her,” she instructed.

After a few more long strokes, my whole body contracted, and my orgasm began to rise deep from within. My cock pumped hard, and I felt l the first rope of cum slosh out of me deep into her pussy. Then another, and another, and another. A week’s worth - no, a decade’s worth - of pent up anticipation unloaded out of my monstrous cock into her delicate body. She screamed. I continued thrusting while shooting load after load, and soon cum was being displaced out of her small hole by my big cock, squelching out onto my pelvis and the bed. I kept thrusting, and kept cumming. The sight was too much for my wife, who let out intense sounds of pleasure as she began to shake. All other sensation left my body — all that was left, and all that I was, were my big cock’s spasms, and I was made for the filling of Jane’s sweet pussy. She adored being filled.

After what felt like a minute, I finally found myself drained. Euphoria washed over me. Jane writhed, and my wife lay flat on the bed, spent. I looked in wonder at the mess we’d made. I slowly pulled myself out of her, but her pussy didn’t want to let go. It sounded like a suction cup as I exited.

Drunk with lust, Jane flipped over and looked into my eyes. She smiled, and I was once again struck by how gorgeous of a woman she was. My spent floppy cock hung low, grazing her legs. We looked at each other for a few moments, drinking the new reality in. She reached down and touched my cum oozing out of her, and brought her fingers to her lips.

“I think I’m hooked.” said Jane.