CHAPTER THREE

As we watched, I quickly unzipped and reached in to my trousers to free my hard erection. I moved behind Nicole and used both hands to raise the bottom of her dress back up to where it had sat on her hips while I sucked her. With her panties lying back on the dining room table, I pushed forward and my stiff cock nestled on her naked skin, slipping in between the cleavage of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Nicole pushed back at me eagerly … a good sign.

"Are you okay with this?" I whispered to her.

She turned her head and whispered back, "With watching my husband do it to your wife … or with you rubbing your penis against my arse?"

"Both," I told her with a stupid giggle.

She pulled away, "Come on, let's go, we're wasting time here."

I couldn't believe the transformation that had come over the beautiful Nicole. When had she decided that giving her body to another man was perfectly all right? Was it because I had gone down on her so expertly and considerately? Was it because when Carol and Martin left the room, she felt that she had no other option? Or had she really made up her mind after Carol's talk with her on Wednesday and she had been leading us all on with a ‘will she/won't she’ scenario ever since?

We had snuck out of the guestroom, leaving Carol and Martin bonking away happily. Our time was about to come. We made our way down the hall and into the main bedroom and made our way straight across to the large double bed where Carol and I made love so regularly. Nicole stopped beside the bed, her dress still caught on her hips, revealing her exposed bare arse.

"Can you unzip me please?" and I quickly obliged, drawing the zip right down to her waist. She let the dress fall off her and stepped out of it, then turned around. I went to kiss her again, but she stopped me. "In a minute, there's something I want to check out first." She dropped to her knees, bringing her face down to just above the tip of my outstretched hard-on that still emerged horizontally from inside my trousers. "When I was touching you from outside, it felt bigger than Martin's, I have to see if that's right."

As her face and mouth and wet lips hovered inches from the tip of my cock, I wondered if she had ever had Martin's cock in her mouth. Somehow I doubted that she would ever have let him put his cock there. After all, she had admitted that she had never tried cunnilingus before because she thought that it was dirty for Martin's mouth to be where she pees and bleeds.

I ached for her to envelop the head of my cock with her warm wet mouth, what would she do if I grasped her head and held it tightly while I pushed my cock inside her mouth? I decided that was maybe a bit too drastic for now.

"Yours looks very different from Martin's," I realised as she reviewed my cock and then spoke that his may be the only one she had ever previously seen.

"What do you mean different?" I asked.

She looked up at me from down around my waist. "Is this circumcised? Is that what's different about you?"

"Yes it is," I told her, watching her eyes as she curiously examined my hard-on, her fingers fondling it very favourably, causing it to occasionally jerk in reaction.

"I like it this way, Martin's sort of stays hidden until the last minute. I like how yours is all there, smooth in parts, bumpy in others and this hard ridge…" She fondled the head and I realised that if she kept this up, I might soon have a serious ejaculation problem.

"Would you like to suck it?" I couldn't help myself, I just had to ask … I mean the way she was teasing me with her touching and by having it so close to her lips.

"Oh my God no, I couldn't do that."

"Many women do but you don’t have to," I told her.

"But that's where you pee out of."

"Sure, but that was your problem with having a man suck you down there … and you've just overcome that."

"Umm, I guess you're right about that," she held my cock firmly in her fingers and she looked doe-eyed up at me from her kneeling position in front of me. Was she teasing me, was this all intentional … I looked down at her and wondered?

"There is definitely more to you than Martin's," she said, her fingers roaming and fondling again, her other hand slipping under my balls, holding them gently.

"You really shouldn't compare size, I am sure Martin's cock has kept you contented for years."

She ignored my defence of Martin's appendage. "You're a bit thicker, that's what it is … I just worked it out. My fingers go easily around Martin's, but look, I've got to stretch them to get this fingertip to meet my thumb." She again looked up at me doe-eyed, "Will I feel the difference inside me … I guess I will, won't I? Will you do it gently Peter, I don't want you to hurt me with your bigger penis."

"I think it might be time to find out Nicole, come on up," I was anxious to get her hands off my genitals, it was turning me on … that and her innocent explorations and words. I lifted her body back up in front of me, she was totally naked, her panties discarded long ago and she had not worn a bra in an effort to appease Carol's request to dress sexy. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop, then lowered my boxers that no longer contained my cock anyway. I slipped out of my shoes and kicked all of that clothing off my feet. Nicole's hands slipped under her breasts and she lifted them up toward me, as if making an offering for my pleasure. They were indeed the most magnificent pair of perfect breasts, seemingly unaffected by having nursed her child.

I was intending to bend my head down to kiss her, but I pushed her back onto the bed instead. She had fallen on her back across the bed and she raised one knee in a seductive manner leaving her other leg outstretched and slightly apart … I wondered if she realised the sexual significance of the gesture. I gazed down on those perfect breasts and then at her neatly trimmed mons. This was the moment that I had dreamed about, the chance to have this young woman who had visited this house so many times, but who had previously left to go home with her husband at the end of each night. Now, that husband was in the next room, bonking my wife and I was about to have his wife all to myself. How long would they both stay tonight? We four had not had a chance to discuss whether this would be an all-night session … I hoped it would.

I moved down onto the bed, my body covering hers, my hard-on squashing between us on her flat belly, my face descending for my lips to plant a kiss on her warm wet lips that parted willingly on my first touch. Again, our tongues wrestled in a passionate love dance before I reluctantly pulled my mouth away. But only so that my lips could trace their way over her soft smooth skin to find those perfectly shaped breasts and, at the tip of each, her elongated and aroused nipples, just waiting for my kisses.

She moaned a sound that could have been appreciation and acquiescence to my mouth devouring her nipples, first one then the other. While I was eager to be inside this magnificent body, I somehow managed to maintain control of my libido long enough to concentrate on a large degree of foreplay. My fingers were roaming over her smooth skin while my lips and tongue and teeth played with her nipples and the woman below me emitted little soft whimpers, her naked body writhing on the bed.

When I could no longer hold back, I lifted my mouth off her breasts, raised my upper body and gazed down into her eyes, eager to watch her reaction to our coupling. I managed to manoeuvre my erection until it nestled warmly within the dampness and heat of her spread labia. I pushed quite firmly at her opening, managing to lodge only the head of my cock just inside the entrance to her cunt.

But at this joyous moment, to my amazement, her body stiffened at my cock's intimate touch and she screamed out "Oh no, I can't do this! Please stop … oh dear God, please stop now!"

I was confused … but worse, I was almost beyond stopping. Surely she could not do this to me now. I was battling to control the manufacture of my cum deep within my balls and here was this beautiful seemingly compliant woman now resisting me.

When I didn't make any attempt to withdraw the head of my cock from the tight confines of her liquid cunt, she implored me again, "Oh Peter, I am so sorry … I thought I could do this … but I can't." She began to sob, tears appearing from her eyes and rolling slowly down her cheeks. "I keep seeing my parents … my mom and dad would be so ashamed of me for letting a man other than Martin have me."

Then a strange thing happened as I lay on top of this beautiful shapely very feminine body, wrestling with my conscience. I felt the muscles within her cunt grip the head of my cock tightly … just for a moment. I realised that her body was at odds with her mind.

"I only care about your happiness, Nicole. I will do whatever makes you happy … Do you want me to stop?"

For a moment she said nothing, there was a look of indecision on her face and then I felt the tightening of her cunt muscles around the head of my cock once again.

"Nicole, look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this." I stared down into her eyes, awaiting her request for me to stop and take it out.

This was the make or break moment. I searched her eyes, seeking an indication of which way it would go. I withdrew my hard-on just a fraction and her eyes closed in reaction as she felt my erection slipping a centimetre out of her passage. Her arms slowly crept up and around my shoulders and I felt her legs lifting up and over mine, locking her ankles behind my knees. Her eyes were still closed, she was unable to look me in the eye, but her words were changing. "Please … I want you now!" was all she said, relieving me of my tension. I responded by pushing the rest of my shaft steadily into her body until all of me was wedged tightly within her wet cunt.