Virgin Mary and I had been married for nine years when we agreed to stand up for Tom and Wendy's wedding. We had gotten household from the wedding rehearsal and were sitting in the living room discussing the couple. Tom had met Wendy a class ago when she was modeling at an auto appearance he attended. They started dating immediately. It was an up and down relationship. Wendy had done a photo shoot with playboy but it hadn't been used. Tom had a jealous streak, and combined with a beautiful girlfriend they had some real donnybrooks. Tom couldn't get over the idea that she was cheating on him and she couldn't understand why he didn't trust her. They'd go good friend of ours.

Our doorbell rang.
Mary answered the door and in came Wendy in the Lapplander replete duration dress coat she'd been wearing when she left the church.
"Wendy, how come in you're not at home with Tom ?"The Virgin asked.
"There's something I want to lecture about,"said Wendy quietly.
"well sure, we're not doing anything, what's on your creative thinker ?"I asked.
She unbuttoned and removed the coat and stretched out on the couch. She was wearing lace top thigh high school stockings, spike heeled pump and very little else. I just stared at her stretched out in all her farsighted legged clear skinned twenty two twelvemonth old black laced Playmate glory.
"I got to thinking this good afternoon, there's something I've always wanted to do and after tomorrow I won't be capable to do it because it'll be wrongly,"Wendy said seriously.
"Wha ... wha .. what's that, Wendy ?"Madonna stammered. She was as surprised as me at Wendy's attire.
"I want to have intercourse you,"she said calmly looking between Mary and me.
"Wh ... Wh ... which one of us ?"It was my act to stammer.
"Wh ... wh ... why, both of you, of class,"Wendy mocked us.


"spring us a fortune to get used to the estimation,"Mary said with a little choke in her throat. She looked at me and we went into the kitchen.
"What do you believe, Jim ?"Mary asked me.
"I've never cheated on you in my spirit, and I'm not sure this is a adept meter to startle,"I said carefully.
"But we really like Wendy and it would be both of us. It wouldn't really be cheating would it ?"Blessed Virgin had a shiny illumination in her eyes that I didn't see often.
"If it's OK with you, it's OK with me,"I said, taking the chance.
Wendy hadn't moved when we went back in the living room.
"So what did you make up one's mind ?"she asked.
"We decided it would be OK, but you can't tell Tom,"Mary said.
"Oh, hellhole no, I don't tell Tom everything I do ; you know how jealous he is."


"Who do you want first,"I asked.
"Let me start with Madonna just to get the two of us warmed up,"Wendy said.
So my undoubtedly close married woman and my undecomposed friend's fiancé strolled into the bedroom.
"Give us about XV minutes before you come in,"Wendy told me as she went by.
It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life, as I sat there thinking about what they were doing in there and getting hard in my pants. Actually I only made it ten minutes then went and stood by the room access and peeked in. Wendy saw my shadow at the doorway and turned toward me.


"Couldn't hold, eh ? Well get on in, you can look on for a few more than minutes,"Wendy said.
There was my married woman, completely congregation and hetero as far as I had ever thought about it kneeling between Wendy's knee eating her pussy with ebullience. Wendy was lying back on the bed with a couple of pillows under her head and her feet on Mary's shoulder. She was wiggling and moaning. Mary had one hired man between her own pegleg flapping like a hummingbird.
Mary heard Wendy's vox and looked up from her work. She saw me, gave me a smile and motioned me down to have her a candy kiss. I knelt down future to her and gave her a big kiss. She had Wendy's purulent juice dripping off her mentum and all over her lip. It tasted delicious. She took her helping hand out from between her own pegleg and stuck that in my oral fissure too. I got the familiar appreciation of her pussy. I started to get up, but Mary pulled me back down.


"You've got to see this,"she said.
"Wendy, put your legs up in the air."Wendy did it, her legs square up, Mary pushed them apart. Wendy still had her stockings and garter on. Her panties were hanging off one high school heeled brake shoe. She looked unbelievably hot.


"aspect at her clit,"The Virgin said to me.
I tore my optic away from those beautiful legs, put my drumhead down and took a secure look. With her ramification up like that and her pussy fuzz cut short I felt like a gynaecologist. I looked where The Virgin pointed and saw what she meant. Wendy's button was amazing. It was long and swelled. It actually protruded from her pubic hair. It looked like a short-circuit piece of a soda straw. I touched it lightly with one finger and Wendy twitched.
"That's too scratchy,"Mary said. She pushed my hired hand away and took the clitoris in her sassing and flicked her glossa across it. Wendy moaned.
"I've never seen a button like that,"I said."It looks like a little hard on."


"It's so embarrassing !"Wendy's voice came from above us."It does that whenever I get hot. I can't wear a bikini in populace because it pokes out. It ruined my Playboy shoot. ‘ We can't use these shots ; she has a clitoris like a pencil butt and teat like thimbleful,'the lensman said."
"I think it's beautiful,"Mary said and gave it another suck.
"It's like some form of nascency defect or something,"Wendy said."My nipples are the Lapplander way. Come up and look, Jim, I'm not kidding."
The Virgin gave me a jog and I stood up and went up to look at Wendy's mamilla. She had a playmate division wrack, XXX six C. She was playing with her nipples, and they just stuck out like nothing I'd ever seen. The hale social movement of her breasts were stiff. Even the aureoles were erect. That photographer was right, the nipples protruded more than a one-half in like thimbles. I leaned over and sucked on each of those pink stubs in go, just a minute with a fiddling tooth on each one. She arched her back in approval.
She tapped Virgin Mary on the top of her head and asked :
"Is it OK if Jim fucks my tits ?"


"Sure, he doesn't get to do it with me,"Madonna's not a particularly busty girl.
Wendy smiled at me and motioned me up on the bed. I stripped off my clothes and climbed up there. Now as you can envisage with what I'd been seeing and hearing I had an iron bar hard on. I'm not huge, but a good eight inches and thicker than usual.
I straddled Wendy at the shank and knee walked up to her chest. I laid my dick between those magnificent chest. She squeezed her breasts around my cock and said"Push."
I pushed, but things were too dry and nothing slid.
"Do you own some lubricant ?"I asked her.
"Spit's better than lube ; just spit,"she said. She raised her chief and spit on my dick.
I added some expectoration and she was right, it was better than lubricator. I started thrusting between her breast and it was grand. She started lifting her top dog and giving my hawkshaw a lick on every other stroke. That got me even harder. She rolled her boob over so that her mammilla were getting rubbed on every thrust. That got her really going and she started licking me on every solidus. I produced a petty precum and the lube got even better. Pretty soon I had scooted up toward her face and was giving her a wax rima oris thrust each time I cleared her pap. Wendy had bantam little feature article, a little pixy nozzle and an itty bitty mouth with an lovely short overbite ; she had to gawp her mouth open to take me in and her fiddling bitty mouth made my dick feeling even bigger.
After a little while all the rubbing on her mamilla got them even harder and more upright. They were as rigid as a pair of fingers as I thrust between them. It was starting to push me over the edge. Between what The Virgin was doing between her legs and what I was doing to her tits and face, I knew Wendy was close ; she was moaning and rolling her eyes. The future meter I pulled out of her mouth, she hissed up at me :


"Tell her to put her quarter round in my ass !"
Blessed Virgin must birth heard it, because when I looked around, Mary was still sucking on that amazing clit and also had one thumb up Wendy's ass all the way to her wrist.
That was enough for Wendy, her torso started to twitch and spasm. She grabbed my pelvic girdle and pulled me toward her facial expression. I went forward as she pulled and shoved my dick right down her throat. Her centre bugged open and she gaped all-embracing trying to take me in. As her orgasm and the gag reflex overtook her, her throat clamped and spasmed around the headspring of my dick which made me come straight down her throat. We both bucked and groaned as we both finished our climax. I roll off Wendy's torso and collapsed next to her. I must have dozed off ; I'm not as young as I used to be.


When I came to, the transcription had changed. I got one eye open and saw Wendy kneeling on the bed between Blessed Virgin's articulatio genus. Wendy heard me motion and lifted her headway and looked at over me.
"Back with us then ? Ready to take role again ?"She reached back and put her hand on my dick and massaged it long enough to get it started again, then went back to eating Mary's grab. Blessed Virgin was spread eagled on her backrest with her knees up. She had a fistful of masking in each hand and was making low grunting noises that I'd never heard. After I lay still for a few Thomas More second, Wendy said :
"Get up behind me and shove it in."
You don't get an order like that very often and you don't ignore it when you do. I got up on my knees behind Wendy and rammed into that beautiful dripping wet pussy. I was balls deep in a dyad strokes. She moaned her approval.
I continued with tenacious deep separatrix driving mysterious into her and coming almost out on the backstroke. After a couple minutes of this, Wendy tipped her coxa up a little more and on an outstroke when I pulled almost out of her, she reached back between her legs and moved my cock just a little bit so that when I pushed in again my tool slammed hard against her asshole. It didn't go in, but she shifted her hips back against me, so I pressed harder against her ass. There was a short-change moment where aught happened, then she relaxed her arsehole and the head of my dick started to act in.


She relaxed a little more and the whole head of my tool slipped past her sphincter. I groaned and she grunted. Then just as fast as she had relaxed it to let me in, she clenched her anatomical sphincter again. It was like being gripped in a fist, just that tight and hard. I was locked in berth. She alternated clenching and relaxing over and over. It was like being milked. I couldn't stroke ; when she relaxed I could only go deeper in, and when she clenched I couldn't pull out. She squeezed and released. She was shoving backwards against me as if she were trying to impale herself on my dick. I was trying not to come, and Wendy never stopped eating Mary's puss. Virgin Mary was groaning.
"Aagh, Aggh, Oh God, Aagh, Ooh ; Ooooh."Mary's fountainhead thrashed back and forth like an animal ; she tore at the covers and arched her back. She pushed Wendy's head down into her crotch even harder. Wendy never stopped eating Virgin Mary or rubbing her own clit. When Wendy reached her own coming, she relaxed her ass enough for me to pull out. The three of us collapsed in a heap and lay repose for a couple minutes. I was glad I hadn't come, since I was still ready for whatever we decided to do next.

We lounged around for a piece rubbing and admiring each other, the ma'am admiring my still hard and erect staff ; my wife especially was surprised, since waiting to fare was not a strong courtship of mine. After a span minutes, Wendy untangled herself and got off the bed.
"Listen, cat, I have to pee."She bent down and said in my ear :
"I'll tell you something nobody else knows ; not even Tom. I like to cum when I pee. You can come and watch if you want."
I did want to see, so I followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the stool with her leg apart and started rubbing herself. I found this very hot and straddled her stifle which brought my dick just to mouth point on her. She got the idea immediately and opened her mouth and took me in deep. If I leaned forward, I could keep an eye on her mitt between her legs and her face taking my thrusts at the Saame time.
Wendy started to relieve oneself her pre- climax noises pretty soon after I put my cock in her face.


"Hold your bladder till you come,"I told her. She nodded. All the time I was getting adult and harder, filling her face more and more.
"hold you bladder !"I said again. I repeated this respective times in the next min or so. By then she was groaning with lust and the urge to pee.
Finally I could see her started to twitch and spasm with the starting time of her climax and my clod started to roil with the beginning of my own.
"Let your vesica go !"I ordered her. It all came out in a rush pouring into the toilet. She jerked and shuddered with orgasm and release. She pushed her caput forward to take my solid shaft in her sassing as I came pumping my burden into her pharynx. She was still gushing into the bowl.
After her bladder was empty and my tool went soft in her oral cavity, we could still take heed moaning and hard ventilation. It wasn't me and I could see it wasn't her. I turned my head and saw Mary leaning against the room access jamb where she had been watching us. She had one hand jammed rich in her step-in rubbing herself off. As she came she arched her back against the carpentry and moaned loudly.


I think it was after that bathroom panorama that we stopped just fucking Wendy and started fucking with her ; just to see what we could get her to do.
"Let's make her a fashion model,"Mary whispered to me as we walked to the living room.
We led her into the livelihood room. Our front windowpane looks out over the main street of the student area of our college townspeople. A music store, a pizza place and a subroutine library are just down below our windowpane and there's always mint of foot traffic on the pavement below. We often sit and people watch from the bread and butter room. Tonight we had a different idea.
"We want you to put your bra and panties back on,"Mary told Wendy.
"Aw, scab, are we done already ?"Wendy pouted.
"Oh, no, just something a short different,"Virgin Mary assured her.
After she was dressed again, sort of, The Virgin led Wendy over to the window stood her about a metrical unit from the chicken feed


"Don't move a muscle. Just stand stock still like you're made of Wood,"Mary whispered in Wendy's ear. Then Mary signaled to me and I whipped the drapes open up. There was the whole Fri night parade, the students, the high school day wannabes, Ithiel Town'mass, professor and passersby six infantry out English and ten ft below on the sidewalk. For a piece, nobody seemed to notice this playfellow goddess standing in her black lacing underwear in the window. I moved a floor lamp over near Wendy to really light the picture. Now a few people started to notice. A couple of frat boy beer drinkers nudged each early and stopped to stare. That got a few more observance, a gay woman couple ; a heart aged twosome strolling arm in arm came to a full stop on the former side of the street.


The Virgin waited until there was a the right way bunch, maybe twenty in the stationary bunch. Then she stepped up directly behind Wendy. Since Mary was a duet inches shorter and narrower than Wendy, if she was careful she could stick around out of the crowd's sight. She unhooked Wendy's bra and let it cast to the floor at Wendy's feet. She slid her hands around Wendy's chest and began to energise her nipples.
"Don't move a muscular tissue,"she told Wendy again. And Wendy didn't. Her mamilla began their astonish erection and expansion, but she didn't move. From the street and sidewalk you probably couldn't see the teat that well. It probably still looked like she might have been a mannequin. The delusion wouldn't live much longer. Madonna put a hired hand around Wendy's shank and started rubbing her clit through the front of the opprobrious silk panties. I moved the brightness a petty bit so that the pointed bulge in the step-in was clearly visible. Wendy was having a harder and grueling time not moving. Finally, she crouched down slightly to spread out her pussy lips a niggling more.


Mary hooked her quarter round in the waistband of Wendy's panties and pulled them down around her ankles, exposing her little bush to the watching world and resumed rubbing the overeat clit. Wendy was starting to twitch and move enough that it was obvious to the witness that it was a really woman in the window.
After another twain of minutes of this, during which several more citizenry stopped on the street to take in the appearance, Mary signaled to me. I lay down on my back on the flooring behind Wendy and still on my spine crawled forward between Wendy's legs.

After I was in position, I raised my head up and Mary pushed down on Wendy's shoulders so that her knees bent and she sat directly on my face.
I stuck my glossa in her snatch and worked it severe. I took her big clit between my lip ; I licked it and sucked on it like a straw. I scraped it ever so gently with my teeth. When she groaned I did it again then sucked it some more. There was starting to be a flow of pussy juice on my facial expression. I could looked up and see that Mary was still twisting Wendy's nipples.


"Aagh, Ooh, Oooh, Aargh, Oh my God ; Aagh !"Wendy started to get to animal noises as we ravaged her body in nominal head of the window. The immodesty and our relentless stimulation were pushing Wendy to the brink of climax.
Blessed Virgin waited until the absolute end bit, when Wendy's abs started to spasm, her snatch was streaming onto my face. Mary pushed her quarter round into Wendy's whoreson and watched her come. She threw her head back, her mouth stretched open, she bared her teeth and gave out a guttural animal sound shrieking from her throat.

The Virgin pushed her forward, still thumb fucking her ass until she was plastered against the window. Wendy shrieked and banged her capitulum against the glassful, those big tits spread out against the chicken feed. Her handwriting clawed at the window. I sat up straighter with my back against the windowpane and never stopped sucking her button."Uh-uh-uh-Uh-Uh-UH-UH."It was the most shattering orgasm I'd ever seen. She stayed pressed there like a bug against the window from the insistence of Mary's pollex. I turned my head a saw a few mass down on the street applauding.
*
We let her repose for a lilliputian patch after that. When she calmed down we agreed that we all needed some food. We decided to ordination pizza pie from the place across the street.

I called and asked for two great pizzas with everything delivered.
"Ask for Joaquin,"Mary said in my ear. I wondered later how Mary knew about Joaquin.
"Can you have Joaquin render them ? Great xv minutes ?"
Mary and I had a whispered conversation about the pizza. We could see the pizza pie billet out the front window.
As soon as we saw Joaquin start across the street, we took our positions.
Mary lay down on her back on the base with her head toward the room access. I had Wendy stand over her, straddling Mary's shank. I had a towel around my middle when I answered the doorbell.


When Joaquin brought the pizza in he just saw the beautiful Wendy standing naked in front of him. I doubt if he ever even saw Madonna on the floor. He finally took his eyes off Wendy and set the pizza on the mesa and handed me the circular. I looked at it and said
"30 four buck, I don't have it on me."
"He gestured at the pizzas and said"You pay."
"Here's another idea,"I said. I pushed Wendy's shoulder down until she was on her knees, sitting on Blessed Virgin's face. Madonna immediately began eating her out. I took a handful of Wendy's hair and pulled her question back."Open wide,"I said in her ear. She did.
I gestured to Joaquin and said"Would you like ?"
"Oh, jess !"he moaned.
"OK go ahead and we'll call the pizza square,"I said.


He nodded his agreement and unbuckled his pants, he pulled down his chinos and shucked off his packer. He was already hard, circumcised, nine inches long but not veridical thick. He stepped in straw man of Wendy who still had her mouthpiece clear blanket. He laid the tip of his dick on her tongue. She licked it then lifted her chin a slight so she could count him in the heart. He pushed in a few Thomas More in. She formed her lips into the cockeyed O conformation of a great blow job. When Joaquin pushed further in, Wendy leaned forward to take him even deeper. He groaned with lustfulness.


Wendy was playing with her nipples and wriggling as Mary kept eating her snatch. Joaquin started getting really deep into her."Ghagghah"Wendy gagged on that long brown dick. When she tried to rend back, I pushed the back of her head forward. He was all the way into her pharynx now, his orchis hanging on her Kuki-Chin. I massaged the presence of her throat where I could palpate Joaquin's dick sliding through. The following prison term she gagged, her throat clenching and clamping on him, he came, bucking and groaning, his pegleg starting to crumple. After he finished emptying his balls down Wendy's throat, he slowly pulled out, the death of his cum dripping on her upturned face. He pulled his pants back up, nodded to me and left the apartment.
Wendy continued to hunch down on The Virgin's cheek, who kept licking and sucking until Wendy came again"Uh Uh Uh, Jesus of Nazareth, Aggh Uh Uh."
After we ate the pizza we noticed that it was starting to get late.
"I should go pretty soon, I still have things to do before the wedding,"Wendy said.
I hadn't gotten off for a while, the scenes at the window and with Joaquin, I was just a bystander.


"I'd like one last one before you go,"I said.
We finished with something wide-eyed and normal. I laid Wendy on her backbone on the bed with a pillow under her ass. I stood on the floor and held her ankles in the air and just pounded into her. She grunted on every stroke, she arched her head back and those big depreciator rolled up and down her torso like the tide. Mary sat succeeding to her on the bed and rubbed one off. Just before I came, I pulled out and sprayed them both with cum.


"I really have to go,"Wendy said again.
"You should probably get cleaned up before you go home,"Mary suggested. Wendy agreed and they disappeared into the bathroom.
I sat down and finished off the pizza and a nursing bottle of beer. When I looked in the bathroom, the shower was still running and The Virgin and Wendy were standing under the watercourse, facing each other and jerking each other off.
At the wedding the adjacent day we stood in the wedding party company and watched as Wendy, dressed all in Edward Douglas White Jr., swore to love honor and obey till destruction did them part.
Mary and I never talked about that night. As far as I know we were both faithful to each former except that one event .