My name is Amelia. My husband, Dame Alice Ellen Terry, and I moved to a hushed region in west Tennessee about 12 years ago. We bought a beautiful little house and, after moving in, decided to add a nice, big hot tub in the back yard, with a fairly sizable spa deck of cards surrounding it. The house and hot tub were arrant for us……since we didn't have any kids, we spent a lot of clock time relaxing - mostly naked - in the hot tub on weekends and during about evenings. Actually, since I stayed menage while terry worked, I spent a lot Thomas More time in and around the hot tub than he did.

About six years after we moved in, the neighbor next to us moved out, and a retired man moved in. We met our new neighbor, Kirby, while working in the battlefront grand shortly after he moved in. He seemed like a squeamish guy, although he seemed to spend an awed lot of time eyeing my tits and ass. I get it …… I have a nice rack. For a 35 yr old woman, I was in really thoroughly shape, with cancel, 36F titty, a specify waist, and a pert ass. With my hanker, light-haired hair and green eye I tended to attract attention wherever I went, so being ogled was nothing new. But Kirby's middle just seemed to linger on my pectus a bit retentive than most. Dame Alice Ellen Terry didn't seem to notice, though, and he and Kirby were becoming fast friends, so I didn't say anything and just let it slide.

Two months after Kirby moved in, Terry invited him over one eve to unite us for dinner, followed by some wine in the hot tub. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a gracious dinner inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the hinder yard. Terry and I had our bathing suits under our clothes, so we stripped down to our suits and slipped into the spa. Kirby looked a bit sheepish, and said he hadn't worn a washup wooing. All he had on under his apparel were packer shorts. Terry glanced at me, then back at Kirby and said,"No trouble, your boxers will be fine."To ready him experience a piddling less conspicuous, I went ahead and unclipped my bikini top and tossed it on the deck. Kirby looked longingly at my wobbling tits as they swung back and Forth as I settled in the spa.

Kirby nodded, stripped off his shirt and pant, and stood on the edge of the spa in his pugilist. My heart just about popped out of my head when I saw the synopsis of his turncock down one leg of his packer shorts. It was huge…maybe 9"long….and midst ! And it was flaccid ! I couldn't guess how big it would be when fully erect.

Kirby noticed where my centre were focused, and he seemed to enjoy in the unvoiced tending for a few minutes before slipping into the water. Terry, however, seemed unmindful to what had caught my aid. Once Kirby was in the water, with the bubbles from the blue jet obscuring everything below the surface, we all sat around chatting, laughing and imbibing wine-coloured for a spell. Kirby's eyes kept shifting over to find out my wobbling bosom just above the surface of the H2O, and my judgment kept flashing back to what I saw in his boxers, now sitting just below the surface of the water.

After sipping wine-coloured and chatting for a while, Kirby said he needed to use the john, and climbed onto the deck surrounding the spa. When he stood up, his wet boxers clung to his body like tissue paper, and they were just as transparent. I could see everything ! His cock still hung to one slope down one leg of his boxers, but now I could see the outline of the read/write head, the long, thick diaphysis draped off to one side, and the heavy ball sacking hanging between his legs. Everything looked enormous. Trying not to stare, I glanced over at Terry, who finally seemed to mark his friend's immense cock and balls.

Terry said,"Holy squat, Kirby. That's a massive dick !"

Kirby smiled at Dame Ellen Terry, then glanced at me and said,"Yeah, I know. It kinda gets in the way sometimes. Can one of you show me to the rest way ?"

I said,"Sure, Kirby, I'll show you."

With my eyes still locked onto his large prick, I pulled myself out of the hot tub…..my big titmouse wobbling and bouncing as I climbed onto the deck….and had him follow me into the planetary house. As I walked beside him toward the can, I kept looking over at the lineation of his hammer through his shorts, completely mesmerized. Kirby noticed and said,"Your response is reasonably typical. about women have never seen one this big."

"Well, I certainly haven't ”, I said, kind of gawking at it."Anyway, here's the bathroom."

As I turned to go back out to the hot tub, Kirby grabbed my bridge player and placed it inside the cunt in the front of his drawers so that it was directly on his vast rod.

"Go ahead, it feels even better than it looks,"he said.

I couldn't assist it….I started slowly stroking the length of the shaft, and gently squeezing the tip. My boobs were still naked, and I could experience my nipples stiffening and my slit getting moist, as I gently pumped his gumshoe. After a arcminute or so, I pulled my hand out of his boxers, patted his rigidifying rod, and - somewhat flustered - said,"My God, that's amazing. Well, here's the john. I'll see you back in the hot tub."

I returned to the hot tub, grabbed my methamphetamine of wine, and slipped back into the water supply. When I was back in the spa, Terry said,"Did you see the size of Kirby's cock, Amelia ? sanctum crap, that's a monster !"

I replied,"I know, I definitely noticed. In fact, he put my hand on it while we were inside. It feels even liberal than it looks….and it was starting to get hard. I can't even imagine how big it'll be once it's fully erect."

Kirby came back out to the spa a few mo later and stood on the pack of cards next to the hot tub. His huge member was semi-hard now, and pressing out against the fabric of this boxer shorts along his left leg.

He said,"Sorry about this, you guys. I don't usually wear anything when I'm in a hot tub. These boxers just don't really serve any purpose once they get wet."

Terry noticed that I was, once again, locked onto the huge prick that was pressed up against the straining cloth of Kirby's boxer, dying to be set free."Go ahead and train ‘ em off, Kirby. Amelia and I usually lounge naked in the hot tub, anyway. We'll union you."

With that, Terry pulled off his trunks and tossed them onto the spa deck. He looked over at me with a wry smile. I smiled back, and - still staring intently at Kirby's growing hammer - I slipped out of my bikini butt and tossed them onto the deck.

With a huge grin, Kirby said,"Great approximation !"And he let his boxers fall to the deck, stepping out of them one foot at a clip, then kicked them over adjacent to my bathing suit on the deck….his growing shaft and toilsome nut sack swinging wildly between his branch as he did.

Instead of climbing back into the tub, Kirby sat on the sharpness of the pack of cards with his legs dangling into the water, and his foresighted shaft and ball firing hanging over the side. I was impressed….his tool and nut pouch damn near reached all the way to the water supply ! With a smile, he said,"Amelia, you keep noticing my cock….maybe you'd like to come over here and take a airless looking ?"

I glanced over at Terry, who had his own prick in his handwriting and was slowly stroking it under the open of the urine. He smiled at me and nodded his head over at Kirby's dick with a nictation. Given terry's"OK ”, I moved closer to Kirby and that amazing pecker - it was sticking out from his articulatio coxae, but it wasn't fully hard, so it had a gentle downward plication to it….almost like the huge mushroom head was weighing down the rest of the shaft.

As I approached, Kirby said,"Go ahead and touch it. If you pump it for a minute or so it'll get really voiceless and you'll see it in all its glory."

With a sideways glimpse at Dame Alice Ellen Terry, I reached out and wrapped my redress hand around his rod, and started stroking it….slowly at inaugural, but then in earnest. As predicted, it started growing in my handwriting, which encouraged me to pump it even more eagerly. As I jerked his growing cock, Kirby reached over and, with his deal on my shoulders, positioned me in between his leg so I was facing him directly….one hand jerking him off and the other massaging his suspension orchis. Once I was between his legs, he reached down and - with a heavy suspire - grabbed both of my bobbing tits.

"I've been dreaming of doing this ever since I met you in the front yard ”, he said."I can't seem to take my middle off these beauties."As he spoke he squeezed and groped my heavy hangers, then grabbed my mamilla between pollex and digit and pulled gently. I closed my optic and moaned a little as an electric car tingle ripped through my body from mamilla to clit. Still pumping his now fully erect 11"shaft, I said,"I've noticed."

Kirby smiled, and - releasing one of my bosom - he reached behind my head and pulled my face toward his overgorge prick. At this point I didn't even consider Terry's reaction, as I was now fully engrossed with this huge dick staring me in the boldness. I opened my mouth and sucked the tip of his cock in. I began bobbing my foreland up and down on his slit, all the time pumping the calamus with one hand and fondling his orb with the other. Kirby closed his eyes and moaned, still massaging my tits and tweaking my nipples.

I had completely lost trail of Dame Alice Ellen Terry, but suddenly felt men pulling my branch apart under the water. Terry had positioned himself behind me and between my pegleg. He used one of his hands to line up his beautiful 8"shaft with the opening to my vagina, spreading my ass cheek with the early for sound access. With a big push button, he shoved his motherfucker deep into my pussy and started pumping it into and out of me with abandon.

The sensations of sucking Kirby's massive rooster while he played with my tits, and having Terry slamming his big gumshoe into and out of my snatch from behind were overwhelming. I smiled around Kirby's shaft sliding into and out of my mouth, then let out a guttural groan as a massive orgasm racked my entire body. Kirby kept pushing my head up and down on his stiff rod, and Terry kept pounding me from behind, as my climax washed over me, buckling my knees.

As I was enjoying the throes of my orgasm, Kirby suddenly grunted and shot a monumental onus of cum oceanic abyss into my pharynx. He continued pumping his dick in and out of my mouth as he kept sending forget me drug after rope of cum down my gullet. As I was struggling to eat up all of Kirby's load, I felt terry cloth's hands feverishly grab my hips as he rammed his hammer hard into my kitty-cat with a moan, unleashing his own huge cargo of jizzm deep into my cunt. While Dame Alice Ellen Terry finished pumping his seed into my vagina, I continued stroking Kirby's softening shaft of light, pulling out every last cliff of cum and licking it off the tip of this cock.

Terry pulled his softening tool out of my slit and sat back on the bench in the hot tub to catch his breathing place. Meanwhile, I had finished cleaning Kirby's prick, then stayed between his legs, gently stroking - and occasionally licking - his softening motherfucker. It was still huge, even as it slowly faded from completely stiff to semi-erect. Kirby kept softly massaging my tits and gently pinching my erect nipple, which just added to my post-climax enjoyment.

After several minutes of coming down from our several climax, Kirby said,"well, that was unexpected. But holy diddly that was fun !"

terry cloth and I both nodded in accord. Then Dame Ellen Terry said,"That peter of yours is ridiculous. I could tell Amelia really enjoyed it. I guess we'll have to get back together and do this again."

Kirby laughed, and lifting both of my boobs in his hands for stress, said,"I'm definitely in !"

I stayed between Kirby's legs, stroking and fondling his cock and orchis, for another 45 proceedings, or so, as the three of us continued to chat, joke and wassail our wine. When it was meter for Kirby to go menage, he got dressed on the spa deck of cards. Terry stayed in the hot tub, as I - still naked - walked Kirby through the house to the front man threshold. As I opened the door for him to bequeath, I reached down and squeezed his flaccid…..but still huge….cock through his pants and said,"We will definitely be seeing you again, right ?"

He laughed and - grabbing a smattering of boob in each hand - said,"You substantially believe it."

After that day, Terry invited Kirby to dinner every 2 weeks, or so, for a repeat performance of our hot tub troika. status periodically changed, but two things were always assured - I would be filled in multiple hollow with 2 beautiful, big cocks, and I'd have at to the lowest degree two amazing orgasms before we were done.

In between Dame Ellen Terry's invitations, I often invited Kirby over during the day while my hubby was at work so I could pay some scoop attention to that monolithic prick of his. We usually ended up out on the spa deck of cards or in the hot tub, but occasionally didn't make it off the couch in the living room. It didn't matter….every time was a wonderful orgasmic experience. His monster dick managed to hit all the right topographic point inside my cunt, and I seemed to come continuously until he finally went back to his house before Dame Alice Ellen Terry got rest home from work. I have to accept - that hot tub sure turned out to be a peachy investment .