Keith wakes last and joins the party late.

Keith slept on. His mind was oblivious to the cold black woman in front of his naked body, whose flesh was being gently warmed and stimulated by his and Ginny's warm bodies. His mind was oblivious, but his flesh was not. His hard black cock pushed firmly into the now warm softness of her ass and his dreams were full of sensual yielding feminine forms made for his pleasure alone.

Keith heard a contented feminine sigh, but he did not know whether it belonged to the dream world or the real one. In any case, it began the process of waking him.

As an emergency worker, Keith was used to waking catlike and instantly, if the radio crackled into life whilst he was asleep. But crashed out in front of a warm fire, after an exhausting rescue, he could happily sleep for hours. And so consciousness returned very slowly.

The first thing that Keith became aware of was the mounting need in his cock. The black woman's hips were moving gently and her soft buttocks were stimulating him and turning him on dreadfully. As his desire mounted, Keith's instinct told him to bury his cock in her softness. But the voice of reason told him to get up, get out of there and take a cold shower. The voice of sleep told him to lie right where he was and try to think of church architecture or naked fat guys, or something else that would dampen his need.

The woman (Ginny or the stranger?) sighed again and there was a sound that could have been a kiss, or might have been merely the sound of lips parting. Curious, Keith began to stir, but instinct and reason told him not to move too suddenly.

As his eyes flickered open, Keith was stunned by what he saw. He was looking over the shoulder of the black woman at the soft pink skin of his blonde wife. Ginny lay with her eyes closed, but Keith quickly realised that she was not sleeping. She was locked in a passionate kiss with the dark pretty stranger. Keith was shocked. He didn't know whether to feel turned on or betrayed.

Wrong footed, he found himself considering quickly what he should do. Should he say something? Should he remain silent? Should he join in? Keith's mind whirled. Suddenly his wife's comments about how pretty the stranger looked took on new significance. As Ginny's eyes flickered open, Keith decided that discretion was the better part of valour and he closed his eyes down to thin slits.

"I think your husband is stirring," Keith heard the black woman whisper.

"Awake?" Ginny mouthed the question silently. Keith tried to subtly slow his breathing; to make it heavier, like the sound of a man still asleep. He stopped short of actually faking a snore.

"No," the stranger replied after a time, still whispering, "I think he's still pretty much dead to the world."

"He's probably pretty beat," agreed Ginny, in a low voice. "You know he carried you all the way up to the car and that's pretty exhausting in this weather."

Keith felt a slight reassurance at the proud way his wife was talking about him.

"Keith's a deep sleeper anyway. He'll probably be out for hours," she continued dreamily.

"You really love him, don't you?" said the black woman.

"More than you can imagine," smiled Ginny, "I mean, this is fun you know, but..."

Keith felt a warm surge of blood to his loins and his cock stiffened harder against the stranger's buttocks. She wriggled her hips in response and Keith had to fight back the urge to cum up her ass.

"Mmmm..." said the black woman, "talking of fun, Its not every day I wake up between such a gorgeous couple."

"Yes, well," replied Ginny, "we weren't really trying to seduce you. You were very cold. We had to warm you up."

"Well you did that alright."

"Seriously, you don't still feel numb or chilled anywhere?"

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"My nipples are pretty stiff."

"I don't think thats to do with the cold."

"Why don't you check 'em out?"

Ginny's answer was a grin as she dived beneath the blanket. Keith could feel her movements and then he could hear her licking and sucking at the black woman's breasts. The stranger herself leaned her head back against his and began to sigh in her mounting pleasure.

Keith again faced the dizzying confusion of being cuckolded, but horny. He would never have dared to introduce a second woman into their relationship himself. But if Ginny had for any reason suggested it, he would have thought all his birthdays had come at once. But this woman wasn't an extra in their relationship; she had replaced him! But then if Ginny had suggested he watch her with another woman, would he not have been equally happy?

Maybe it was the fact that she had not suggested it - that she had just gone and done it - that made him so distressed. But then he hadn't been awake for her to suggest it to him anyway. And it was not as if it was another man. Was it really cheating for a married woman to have a lesbian affair?

Now Keith was in a quandary: If he made his presence known, he might get to join them (surely a good thing!). On the other hand, having some big stupid guy invade their sapphic paradise might ruin the moment altogether, so he wouldn't even get to watch. Worse, they might reject him; Keith wasn't sure if he could handle that.

The black woman gasped in pleasure as Keith's young wife continued to suckle on her breasts. Keith felt the movements of his wife's hands as they caressed the stranger's sides and hips. He was aware of the black woman stroking Ginny's long blonde hair. He felt a hand (he wasn't sure if it was Ginny or the other woman) feeling around the stranger's pussy (because in doing so, they tickled his balls too).

The black woman began to moan with pleasure and as she did so, Keith felt her writhe against his body under Ginny's ministrations. In particular, as her passions increased, the dark lady's ass was rubbing hard against Keith's cock.