Hotcakes, with a little something on the side

Chris leads the two of you through the kitchen to the dining room table, where he has set out three plates, and a stack of hotcakes.

He gestures to a chair, inviting Amy to sit down. He looks to you significantly with raised eyebrows, giving you pause.

You hesitate as Amy sits down, and Chris pulls down his pyjama bottoms. His erect penis springs out easily. He moves in closer to Amy, who turns and automatically takes his cock head in her mouth, slurping at it hungrily.

Chris looks to you, eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Just part of breakfast for her, I expect. You can have a turn too in a little while, if you like. Funnily enough though, it will take longer for her to realise what's happening, if you play with her at the same time."

You nod, pull up a chair next to Amy, and snake a hand between her legs. You hear Amy sigh deeply, and moan as she keeps slurping at her husband's manhood.

Chris can't help expound on his new favourite subject. "I've heard that they dissociate when people play with them. If it's something limited, they can just carry on automatic, being a little oblivious. But in a safe situation like this, especially with her mouth occupied, she's just living in the moment. She's probably not even aware now that she's sucking my cock. It's fantastic!"

You can't help but be turned on, and this is very useful stuff he's just told you. But even being completely new to this world, you're not impressed by Chris's mansplaining... and it's weird to be talking about Amy in the third person like this, right next to her. "Yeah, it's pretty cool," you concede. "I'm happy to keep playing, but shouldn't we let her eat some food, too?"

"Yeah, okay," Chris grumbles good-naturedly. "Here, I'll move your plate around so that you can eat and keep playing."

Chris withdraws from Amy's mouth, which lets him go with a soft 'pop'. Amy blinks, and turns her attention to the hotcakes in front of her. "Mmmm, I'm hungry," she says.

Amy's legs flex and spread wider, and she pushes her sopping wet folds against your fingers. Amy pants gently as she serves up some hotcakes for herself, and then unthinkingly onto your plate. Chris serves some up for himself as Amy cuts a small lump of butter onto her hotcakes.

Amy gasps slightly as she pours syrup on her breakfast. "The melting butter and the oozing syrup remind me of something," she says, "but I'm not sure what."

Chris looks to Amy again, and stands up. "I think in your current state, you might spill syrup on your shirt," he says. He reaches for Amy's shirt, and she automatically raises her arms to allow him to take it off. Soon, Amy's DD breasts are completely exposed to view, her nipples swollen and stiff. Chris folds her shirt and brings it to the sofa.

Amy reaches for her cutlery again without a word. She looks to you and smiles. "Bon Appetit," she manages somehow to chirp huskily. "I'm glad you could join us, John."

"I can see that," you joke, reaching a hand to caress one of to the eraser heads on her massive tits. Amy shudders with a whimper, and you feel her gush below.

"Better let her eat, John," Chris chides good-naturedly.

"Hmmuh?" Amy slurs.

"Don't worry about it, slut," Chris replies as he returns, in friendly dismissal. Amy smiles up at him. He bends down and kisses Amy hard on the mouth, grasping a breast firmly as he does. Amy moans into his mouth. Her sex gushes gently again.

After five seconds, he releases her chest and pulls away from her to sit down. "That's my good slut," he says fondly.

Amy smiles lovingly at him. "I love you too, honey," she says, slightly parched sounding. "I'm suddenly very thirsty," she says, pouring herself a glass of water.

You decide to relent, and pull your hand away from Amy's cunt to grasp your fork.