They had been upstairs in our bedroom for awhile getting to know each other more intimately. I sat downstairs in the Sun room watching the sunset, replaying the late afternoon sipping on a heavy pour of Four Roses. My non-drink hand playing with my testicles.
When my drink was finished, I went upstairs to check on the girls. Our bedroom door doesn't latch so it is never closed. It was quiet. I peeked in. They were lying on our king size bed under a top sheet. The comforter was in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. They lay spooned, Linda the outside spoon, sleeping. Linda's face told me she was in a light sleep.
I went back downstairs.
It wasn't long when I heard Linda. Her voice was indistinct and I couldn't make out what was being said. I heard Beth's voice and then foosteps and the creak of the stairs.
We met each other turning from the sunroom to the main area. She was wearing my bathrobe.
“Linda wants to see you.”
“What does she need?”
“To see you.”
Whoa…”ok”
I went up quickly.
“Hey, so, whatcha need?”
“That was Sherry on the phone. She wants you to come over and help Tom with a few chores.”
“Huh? That's not really something we…” oh… “Oh, Ok, I'll throw on some clothes and head out.”
“No no, not necessary, Beth, give him his robe. That's all you need.” She smiled and giggled a bit when she said "Don't get stopped”.

Tom answered the door. He was as naked as me. Greetings were exchanged.
I couldn't gauge Tom's mood. His dick was full. Fear, anxiety, nerves…reluctance? That's part of what I'm seeing.
As we walked through the house, I asked “Linda said I'm helping you with ‘chores’. Do you know what?”
He took a breath in “yeh, She can tell you.”
She was sitting in a little, pink wing back chair when we walked in the bedroom. She swiveled and rocked as she turned to see us.
“Bob! Hi! I thought I recalled you having a nice body this weekend. But, I was drunk, so who knows, right? Come here.”
Tom and I walked over. She evaluated my cock. That's the only way to describe it. She was looking at it like she was buying a steak at her butcher. “Nice, bigger than I remember.”
“It was a bit chilly”
She stared up at Tom and said in an almost satirical, sing-song voice “Tom, come closer, what do you think?”
He gave her a hard stare, she raised an eyebrow, he let out a resigned sigh “It IS big and nice.”
“Bigger than yours”
What is going on here? Was I called into something deeper?
“Yes”
“ Bob, you came here to cuckold Tom, didn't you?”
The tone was as if she were asking what I had for dinner.
“Well, I mean, that wasnt in my mind, but I kinda figured i would be fucking you. So, yeh, I guess I did.” A sincere “I'm sorry , Tom”
She chuckled “Don't go apologizing to him so quickly. Tom, do you like his cock?”
He remained silent.
Ohhh
Sherry continued “You may get to fuck me one day, but not tonight.”
“Bob, have you ever had sex with another man?”
While I was trying to determine if Ken would be considered a man. He was 18 and I was barely out of my teens. But, he came in my ass and then blew me.
“Well” she said “whether you have or haven't, your dick wants to!”
Yep, I had a nice erection.
“Bob, it would be your choice, of course. The games agreement did not take away your right of refusal. That would be real ****. We aren't into that. But, I would like to see Tom fucked and humiliated like a prison bitch. Are you OK with that?”
I've always liked Tom. But, occasionally, I've seen a little twinkishness in him that got me aroused. I looked at him leeringly, flicked my tongue on my lips, “yeh, I can do that. Is there a safeword.” There was.

I walked up to Tom. I'm a little taller than him and maybe 20 pounds heavier. I go to the gym regularly, but I wouldn't say I out weighed him due to my musculature. I'm not fat, but I've got handles for grabbing. Tom is a runner, tall and trim. I walk up to Tom, stare into his eyes. His eyes flicker from me to Sherry.
“Look. At. Me.” I order him.
An “oh” involuntarily escaped Sherry's lips.
I take his head in both hands “Kiss me!”
He gives me a little closed mouth peck.
I swat his butt, hard. Her eyes widened. Her hand, which had been unconsciously rubbing her crotch, went into her pants.
Hmm, ok…
I hit him again.
Open mouth, he kissed me, tongues are did their dance. I pull him close, I want to feel our skin rub, our dicks play.
She stands and lets her pants fall, she steps out of them.
I bend Tom over, his reddening ass facing his bride. He has tears in his eyes. No safeword.
Another swat. These aren't ‘love taps’. These are full on, cupped hand spanks.
And one more. He jumps and exclaims with each.
Sherry is slumped deep into her small chair. Her hands rubbing circles on her cunt. Her hips squirm with a rise and fall, her breath is deep and measured.
SMACK
An electric charge jolted through her. Her mouth is open and smiling that smile.
Putting my middle finger to his face “Suck this”. With a little moan, he does. After swirling it around getting it nice and wet. I bring it out and place it to his rectum.
Sherry is continuing in her pleasures.
Tom jumps just a little when I insert it.
Sherry's body clenched! With a deep breath every muscle tensed! Her head back, mouth wide, eyes wide unseen, legs straight, raised off the floor her toes balled! Then the sound. A gutteral yell coming from deep into her groin. It seems to last minutes.
When she finally comes to, I grip Tom's balls “ c'mer” and lead him to the mother of his children.
“I want to see your wife naked. Shes halfway there, Take care of the rest for me.”
His face is wet with tears. He's got that gaspy crying breathing. Seeing and hearing your wife go through those orgasmic swounds and contortions that, you just know, he never even brought her close to, will do that to a man. Still no safeword.
He pulls her top over her head and unsnaps her bra, letting her large soft pendulous breasts fall.
“Give me her panties”
He removes them and hands them to me. They are wet with her secretions. I hold them to my face and take an appreciative sniff. I hold them out to Tom's face, “smell”. He does. “Sherry…smell your pussy.” She does, deeply, sitting there, naked, flushed. My eyebrow rose when her tongue reached out and licked the crotch. Blonde hair, cut into a bob, was all askew. Her soft, white, skin, glowing in her post-orgasmic sweat sheen. A fluffy body, with large droopy breasts, all made to be played with. Her unshaven pussy (also blonde) has a dewy, soppy, glisten. I want to fuck her so bad! But that's not for tonight.
Holding Tom to the side, I stand in front of Sherry. “do it”. She knows what to do. She kneels.
She took my ballsac in one hand, twirled my testicles like steel balls. The other hand's wrapped around the shaft, her fingers just touched. Her firm tongue gently licked up the precum and darted into the meatus with little flicks. Then she sucked the glans, the head, into her mouth and does this thing with her tongue, teeth and saliva that sets me a glow. She remembers.
“Do you ever do this to him?”
She shakes her head no.
“Tom, you are missing out. The tingles go through my toes.”
Sherry looks up at him, my dick still in her mouth, and smiles.
“I could do this forever, but we have other activities.” I say.
When my dick left her mouth, she let the mouthful of saliva fall with it onto her tits. We smiled at each other, I winked, she …giggled?
“Baby,” I told her “take him to the bedroom.”
With a strut, she leads him by the dick to their bed.