1: George
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No one can understand what it was like. Pam walked out of the house, then halfway to the local shops, tripped over a pothole in the footpath, fell sideways into the road, and was run over by a big double-decker. She died instantly; at least it was mercifully quick.
I was left bereft and alone; she was my life. I had never looked at another woman - well perhaps with the possible exception of Ginny.
Stan and Ginny were our best friends; we were in and out of our respective homes almost every day, went to the pub together, to the theatre together, and went on holiday together. But without Pam, it all changed, and the change was that I lusted after Ginny, in particular her lovely tits. Pam had virtually nothing upfront; she went braless so often that they had become flat as pancakes. Ginny’s were always well supported, standing out in front like two headlights, and she always looked incredible in any bathing costume.
Stan was my best mate, he often came round to my place to watch footy matches with me and sink a few cans of ale. Pam went round to see Ginny; the two of them could talk the hind end off of a donkey.
Afterward, we would put on a porno or two and have a mutual wank. Sometimes we crossed hands to pleasure the other, all innocent fun, just two old gits fantasising about the women on screen.
Whenever we did this, we compared the on-screen talent with our wives. I told him how sexy his wife was and how much I would like to fuck her. Stan just grinned, obviously thinking I was not serious and that it was just a joke, as he never showed any sexual interest in Pam. However, it wasn’t because I was serious. Anyway, Stan told Ginny all about my not-so-secret desires, and as a couple, it became their little inside joke.
It remained a fantasy until the day I was sitting in my computer room enjoying a nice porno while playing with my hard prick when I glimpsed a movement at the window. It was Ginny. hands inside her dress top, playing with those lovely mammaries.
She didn’t even blush; she just grinned and said she was coming in for some fun. The fun was a rather nice blowjob; the feel of her flesh against my body was a super aphrodisiac; looking down at those mounds pressed against my legs was enough to blow my mind; and the experience of shooting my load into her mouth was absolutely divine.
She even gave me a little snowball as a parting gift, with the warning never to tell Stan. Well, I never have, but since then, I have been scheming to get the chance to screw her. As part of my plan, I started to suggest he really wanted to be a cuckold; somewhere in his mind, this idea took hold, and I would wind him up by describing how Ginny would love the chance to show off while he watched.
Despite all the talk, nothing happened, but one day I saw my chance and grabbed it.
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2: Stan
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I was round at George’s bungalow, sitting on the sofa in his back room, enjoying a couple of lagers while we watched a match on his TV. After the pundits had done their turn, the next programme was a soap.
George turned to me and asked if it was OK to watch some porn. I nodded in agreement. He spent a couple of minutes linking his phone to the telly before his login to a site came up.
“What do you fancy? How about some cuckolding?”
I nodded again, and he flicked through a long list of favourites before scrolling through a folder of threesomes and selecting one to play.
So we sat and watched as a young wife sat on a bed with two men and their two hard cocks for her to suck and wank. She moved to suck one and work the other with her hand, then swapped around time after time, accompanied by the sound of slurping and groaning coming from the speakers.
The natural response was inevitable; I had a full boner under my trousers, and George’s bulge was just as obvious. I reached down and started to rub my hard lump. George followed suit, making a circular motion over his.
My attention was fully on the screen when I felt George’s hand push mine away and start to fondle my bulge. I thought a bit, then unhitched my trousers and pulled the zip down, pushing his hand away, before removing my cock from its prison underpants and allowing it to stand free. George’s hand immediately took hold and started a gentle motion, pulling my tight foreskin up and down its hidden glans. A large drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit, and George used his thumb to spread the stuff all around. As he worked, more and more came out until the whole area was glistening and slippery.
I rolled to my side, reached across, unbuckled George’s belt, and slid down his zip before reaching inside and pulling out his erection. No foreskin here, just a big, bare head. I started to wank him slowly, and almost immediately his pre-cum started to flow, and just as he’d done to me, I rubbed it all around.
So we sat, slowly arousing ourselves and playing with each other’s cocks. George turned to me.
“Stan, I want to ask a favour.”
"Yes, Georgie, what?”
“I want to fuck her; fuck your wife.”
I pondered this for a moment.
“Well, it’s OK by me, but Ginny has the casting vote.”
“You can watch; that would turn me on a lot. You would watch your wife cuckolding you with me.”
“Hmm, I’m beginning to like the idea of having her blow me while you shag the end off her.”
“Oh no, Stan, you would just watch and wank, not touch her at all; that’s a condition.”
The images flew through my brain: George humping Ginny, her cries of pleasure, her hands grasping his back, pulling him into her, his panting increasing with every thrust, my hand a blur over my cock as I watched.
“Yeah, let’s see if she takes it up.”
We went back to concentrating on the movie, enjoying the mutual pleasures of frotting.