Martha likes what she sees

I could tell Martha had noticed my erection as it pushed against my old running shorts, and she didn't look displeased.

"You seem to be quite enjoying this, Steve!" Martha smiled warmly, her perfect white teeth showing from between her ruby red lips as we both watched as my wife began to instruct her son in how to best eat pussy. Lisa's hand was pressed gently against the nude college boy's head, urging him forward.

Martha's hand gently touched my knee. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Your wife is a lovely woman. And a woman that knows what she wants," she said as we watched my wife buck in passion as Ben's tongue wormed it's way into her labia.

"I really feel responsible for your current state, Steve," Martha said softly to me as her hand crept up my thigh. "Do you think your wife would mind if I helped you take care of it?"she asked.

I looked at this gorgeous woman. Her hand was now floating over the crotch of my shorts. I couldn't believe what she was asking me.

I looked to my wife. When she looked our way, she seemed to sense what was going on, even through the window's glass. I saw her giving me the same consensual nod we had established when we had first sampled other mates for the enjoyment of the other. She then cocked her head slightly toward Ben with a big grin and I performed the same subtle gesture with a wide smile.

"No, my wife can be pretty understanding at times!" I now smiled to Martha. I watched as she wordlessly stepped off the stool and dipped to the parquet floor tile before me.

"Mmm, it's been so long since I've had one of these beauties!" the divorced woman said as she pulled down the shorts' waistband far enough for my thick, drooling cock to thrust out over it, seeming to stare at her accusatorily, as if knowing she was in some way responsible for it's condition.

I watched as the middle-aged brunette beauty skipped the preliminaries and dropped her jaw wide and gulped my deep red cockhead between her lips and pushed her head forward until it butted against the back of her throat. I saw her nostrils widen as she took a deep breath and surged further forward, fighting her gag reflex to take my cock down her throat. I could tell this woman was an experienced cocksucker. I settled in to enjoy the ride.

Before me on the patio, my wife had pulled her long, pretty legs up and spread them into a wide vee, giving the rookie cuntsucker more access to her delicate pussyfolds. With incredible resolve, I vowed not to come until both of these women did.

My wife looked to me. Seeing Martha was otherwise engaged, she stopped her star pupil, motioning to him, telling him of her plans. I saw her rotate her body around, ducking under the nude young adonis as he lifted himself off the chaise lounge cushion.

I could tell Lisa was longing to taste the young buck's hard long cock, but didn't think his mother would consider that appropriate punishment. Now, she was in the classic sixty-nine position, below the nineteen-year-old.

Ben certainly didn't seem to mind having my wife's pouty, leeching mouth on his pecker. He looked to dive into her cum-soaked pussy with even more enthusiasm, if that was still possible. If the guy wasn't a willing pussyeater before, he was now.

I looked down, to see Martha staring up at me as she continued to plunge her entire head up and down on my rock-hard dick. Her hand was down the front of her denim shorts. I decided I didn't want her to get off that way. I reached down to her as I smiled, wiping a stray lock of raven hair from her face as I caressed her porcelain jaw.

I pumped my cock in time with her lunges as I looked to the patio again. My wife had wrapped her slim, sexy legs around Ben's strong neck, drawing him in further. Her arms were entwined around his legs, her one hand working his balls and asshole, coaxing his cum out before his mommy might see them.

I could tell her plan worked. They convulsed together as if in some sort of seizure, the pair climaxing in unison. Ben's mouth was near as full of girlcream as Lisa's was with his thick jizz. It took all my willpower not to fill his mother's mouth with my own right then and there.

I had something else in mind, though.

Looking up, I saw my wife and her son had broken their sixty-nine and she sat with his face in her lap as she swatted his tender rear. She looked to me, as if to give the 'all-clear' sign. I looked back down to Martha.

"Martha, honey, would you like my big wet cock in that needy cunt of yours?" I asked, caressing her throat, feeling my cock plunging into it.

The woman simply nodded, her face contorted with my cock stuffed into her small mouth. Tears were coming from the corners of her eyes as she strained to keep up the deep-throating tempo. Or were they tears of joy?

I reached down to lift Martha to her feet, my hands under her armpits. After I looked deep into her hopeful eyes, I turned her around and bent her over the window ledge. Quickly undoing her denim shorts, I yanked them and the silky white undies she wore underneath to the floor and pulled them off her feet, kicking her legs wide. Both she and I were wet enough that I slid right into her womb in one easy stroke and started to pummel the lonely woman with my overexcited cock.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Give it to me, Steve!" she rasped. The patio action caught her eye as she raised her head to cry out again. "Give it to him, Lisa! Give it to him!" she shrieked as she watched my wife continue to swat his now blistering ass.

"Aaargh!" she groaned as she climaxed, spilling her pent-up juices all over my now spitting cock. We rode each other until we could go no longer, and collapsed onto the floor together.

An hour later, my wife and I had said our goodbyes to them both and washed off the sweat and filth of the day's festivities together in the shower. As we soaped each other, I said, "That was something, huh, Lise?" I asked, referring to the odd visit from Ben and Martha Franklin.

"It certainly was, Steve," she agreed, doing my back. "Especially when Martha decided to send Ben home the long way nude like we did Jenni."

"Yeah, except it was late at night when we sent her off. The sun was just going down when he left. With the horny women in this neighborhood, I wonder if he made it home alive," I mused.

"Just imagine the poor guy, attacked by horny housewives as he tried to sneak his way back around the cul-de-sac," Lisa said, rinsing me off.

"I bet you are," I teased, rinsing her curves.

She nodded impishly to me.

"We better get our rest," I said as we got out of the shower and started to towel off. "I have a feeling we'll need it for tomorrow's festivities," I said as I wrapped my arm around her. "I think I can say I'm finally fucked out," I inform her as we turn into the bedroom, grabbing her bare ass.