I was sitting on the bed, looking at Pat. She was lying there naked, her legs spread. I could see a little of Dave's cum seeping out of her.
A little earlier Peter had finger fucked Pat making her cum. Pat described it as the most fantastic orgasm she had ever had. Straight after, Dave arrived and fucked her from behind while she sucked on Peter's cock. It was another first for her, having two men at the same time.
I slid my finger along Pat's gash, collecting cum as I did. Once it had ridden over her clit, which caused her to jerk her hips, I offered it to her mouth. She looked at me and smiled, then took it into her mouth and sucked it clean.
I looked down at Pat's pussy, so smooth and still pinkish, "There's one thing I want you to remember," I said to Pat.
She looked at me inquisitively, "What's that?"
"When these other men have their hands on you, and cocks inside you, using you, remember you are mine," as I spoke I pushed three fingers into her vagina.
Pat moaned, her head went to the side, "Mmmmn, wonderful."
My fingers felt a new sensation; she was wet, but not just from her juices.
Dave’s cum had mixed with hers.
I withdrew my fingers quickly and wiped them on the bedsheet.
Pat got to her knees and asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing, but for the first time, I had a pang of jealousy. I was the one who unhooked her bra, to let Dave see her tits. He was the first man to see them since we got married, except for me of course. Since then I have watched her sucking cock and getting fucked several times.
So why was I bothered now?
I reconciled it to myself because this was the first time I had gotten intimate with her so soon after one of her exploits. Usually, she would at least shower and freshen up; then we would fuck like crazy.
Pat moved closer to me, she put her head by the side of mine and whispered, "Put your fingers back in, feel how happy you have made me."
I put my hand between her legs and slide two fingers into her pussy. Pat was so wet my fingers didn't seem to be touching her, so I put another finger inside her. Pat put her arm around my neck and laid her forehead on my shoulder. My fingers began moving in and out of her vagina.
"Ooh yes Gary, just like that, Mmmn, fuck me."
I'd forgotten that Dave's cum was helping lubricate Pat. My fingers began to move faster, and Pat pushed her hips forward, pushing herself onto my fingers.
"Yes, Gary keep going, fuck Gary, you're making me cum again."
Pat's arm tightened around me, and she screamed, "Fuuuck."
I felt her juices running down my fingers. I took my fingers out and felt her liquid follow me. My hand was a couple of inches away from Pat's pussy, her fluid still spraying my hand.
Her arm was gripping me tightly, and her whole body vibrating, "Holy fuck Gary, what did you do to me, what the hell is happening to me?"
I looked down at my hand, she had covered it with her cum, and on the bed was a large damp patch. Pat was still recovering when I held her shoulders and eased her down onto the bed. Her pussy and the top of her thighs were shining. I looked at her vagina, her inner lips protruding, cum still seeping out.
"Oh, Gary, it is so intense when I'm cumming, far more than ever before."
Pat tried to explain how she was feeling, but found it challenging.
Pat said she should shower, and when she had, she would like to go out for a drink. I washed my face and hands while Pat showered. I watched Pat through the steamed glass as she cleaned herself. Her hand touched the side of the shower wall and cleared a section. Pat's pussy appeared close to the transparency, and I watched her cleaning herself. She seemed to be making a spectacle for me, her fingers running over her pussy lips. She parted her legs, and her fingers moved between her lips and then disappeared inside her.
Pat leaned against the shower wall, and I could see she wasn't just washing now. Her sexual appetite had increased tenfold in such a short period. I left her to her enjoyment and went into the living room.
Dave and Peter were having a beer; Dave held one out for me and joined them. Dave asked if everything was alright, I told him yes and that Pat wanted us all to go out for a drink. Peter offered to ring for a taxi, but I said I would drive. They both ganged up on me to get a cab, so I agreed. Peter rang for a cab, booking it to arrive in half an hour.
Dave laughed and said, "Will half an hour be long enough."
"Long enough for what?" Pat asked, walking in wrapped in just a towel.
We didn't reply, just smiled. Pat asked if it was ok, that we went out for a drink. As she sat on my knee, I told her we were okay with the idea.
Pat put her hand on my cheek and kissed me, then whispered, "Shall we give them a show, you haven't joined in yet?"
The idea of me taking part was something we had talked about a while ago. Pat had said she wanted me to, but I had told her only maybe. So far I had just been a voyeur, except for when I unfastened her bra. I was tempted just because of my fear earlier. To prove to myself, I was happy with what we were doing. I looked at my watch and told Pat the taxi was due in twenty minutes.
"Holy fuck," Pat said, "I better hurry then."
She stood, then turned to me, she leaned over me putting her hands on my knees to support herself.
"Think about it, please, I would love it if you joined in."
Pat gave Dave and Peter a kiss on her way out. When she reached the door, she let the towel drop and wiggled her ass. The Taxi arrived, and we had to shout for Pat. She came running out dressed in blue shorts and pink ribbed top, no bra, her small tits bobbing.
At the bar, we had a few drinks, and we played pool. Pat disappeared for a short time, and when she got back, she sneaked her panties to me. She told me she feels more comfortable without them. Pat drank a little more than usual, and it began to show. She flirted with a lot of guys, a talent she is perfecting more and more. I did catch a glimpse of her hand cupping a guy's crotch, while she spoke to him.
When Pat eventually made it back to our table, she sat on Peter's knee. She grabbed his hand and pushed it up, inside her top. We decided it was time to leave; we got a takeaway and took a cab home. We sat and talked while we ate, and had a few more drinks. Which I don't think we should have, we were all feeling the effects.
Once we had finished, Pat excused herself and said she would be back shortly. We put a porn movie on the TV and settled down in the living room. When Pat came back, she made an entrance and posed in front of the TV. I must admit she looked the beautiful lady she is. She was wearing an outfit I hadn't seen before. It was a purple baby doll with a low cut neckline. The bottom and neck were feather lined, hiding her modesty if Pat as any now. Around her wrists were bands of feathers the same, and she was wearing stockings the same colour. To top, or should I say bottom the outfit off, a pair of purple heels. I would say they would be high enough to be what Pat calls fuck me heels.
"Well, boys, what do you think?"
The consensus was that she looked great, very sexy and very fuckable. She gave Dave a Peter a kiss, then when she got to me, I put my hand on her thigh, and ran it to the top of her stockings. I felt disappointed because I couldn't find any straps. I love it when Pat wears garter belts, they are so sexy. Pat apologized, saying she couldn't find one the right colour, so she bought holdups.
I grabbed Pat's arm and pulled her to me, and she fell onto my lap face down. The bottom of the baby doll was around her waist. Peter couldn't see from where he was sitting, but Dave and could see she had no panties on. It didn't come as a surprise; Pat knew she wouldn't have them on long anyway. I ran my hand very lightly over her ass cheek, my fingers running down between them. I felt her arsehole and her hips jerk, then the softness of her pussy. I let my fingers play with her soft, wet pussy lips, but didn't enter her. She was, very wet, which seems to be the usual state between her legs now.
Peter, he was sitting on the settee, moved closer. He opened his trousers and took out his already hard prick. Pat inched a little over my lap until she was in a position to accept his gift. She opened her mouth and took his offering. A slight moan came from her once she had his full length in her mouth. I carried on moving her pussy lips with my fingers, but not entering her. She pushed her hips into me; she must have been able to feel my hardness.
She began lifting and lowering her head, fucking Peter's shaft with her mouth. Pat moved her hips, side to side, and I felt as if I was getting even harder. I wasn't just a voyeur now, so I pushed two fingers into Pat's pussy. Pat turned her head and looked at me and smiled, then went straight back to Peters cock. I used the wetness from Pat's vagina to lubricate her rosebud. I eased my thumb into her arsehole and penetrated her cunt with my finger. Then I tried to touch my finger and thumb. I could feel them almost touching, just separated by the thin membrane. Still holding my thumb and forefinger together, I moved them the short distance I could, backward and forwards.
I kept pace with Pat's head, but then her arse jerked, and she tried to pull her knees up.
Pat lifted her head, "Mmmmn, fucking lovely.”
I put my free hand on the back of her head and pushed it down. With a cock in front of her, Pat does one thing, she swallows it. Once she had his length in her mouth, I pushed her head down further, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth and throat. I held her head, and she began to gag, I held her a few more seconds, but before I let her up, I pushed her head down again. When his cock left her mouth, there was a couple of strings of saliva between her mouth and his prick.
Pat turned to me again and said, "Holy fuck, that's a bit rough," and she smiled, the smile of enjoyment.
