Bigger is Better 04

Pete and I eventually found ourselves dressing and getting ready to head home after our night with Tony and Caroline. For the first time in I don't know how many years I had been roundly and thoroughly fucked by Tony's huge nine inches. His come was deep inside me and my pussy was practically humming. I mean, there's really no other way to say it -- I was satiated and happy. For his part, I'm pretty sure Tony enjoyed himself (he came three times, for crying out loud -- two in my pussy and once down my throat), I know Caroline did, and Pete seemed very happy. I made plans to get with Caroline next day to talk through what had happened, and what might happen next. Then we left for home to find Michelle, our nineteen-year-old baby sitter dozing on the couch.

I woke her gently, and as she came to, she looked at me. "If I didn't know better" she said, "I'd swear you went and pulled a train. You smell like sex. Good for you guys!" I just grinned at her. Holding Pete's hand, I said "I'm not sure we should be talking about it with you, but what the hell.... Yes, I did get thoroughly railed and we loved it! Now Pete will pay you and then he can drive you home, okay? And if you decide you want to fool around with my amazing husband, then you better be really good because I'll be expecting a full report when he gets back. Whenever that is, by the way. By the way, he has the most amazing tongue you will ever encounter. If, of course, that interests you! And if you've only been with guys your age then I can bet you've never had it as good as he can provide. I know that I used to fantasize about a couple of husbands when I baby sat but never did anything about it and always regretted it."

"Why didn't you?" asked Pete.

"Because of the wives. I didn't want to screw up any marriages. But if you guys decide to do the dirty, it's fine by me. I want my honey to be a happy camper, whatever it takes."

"Really?" Michelle asked. "You mean you want me to seduce him? That's so wicked! Come on, Pete, I know the perfect spot to park where it's private." With that she grabbed his hand and headed towards the door.

"I'm taking a hot bath and then I'll be in bed. Very available when you get home, if this young lady doesn't manage to get you off."

"Ha! I'm gonna drain him dry before we're done." And they went out the door, laughing.

Did I really just set up our babysitter and my husband? Absolutely! From the look I got, I was pretty sure she'd never had someone go down on her for her pleasure -- younger studs were always operating from "in order to" -- in order to get me wet to fuck, or to say they did, etc. Meanwhile, the thought of him coming home to tell me all about it was causing a clenching in my lady bits! Holy crap, my dirty slut self was back again!

Anyway, I checked in with our girls from the doorway to their bedroom. Eight-year-old Kelly and 6-year-old Mara were asleep, beautiful little angels and I suddenly wondered about their futures -- Pete and I were definitely going to need to talk about that. Eventually. But for now, I was content to bask in their precious beauty and then head down the hall to our room. I started the water and stripped down. I flashed on the evening's adventures -- Tony's big prick; Caroline's delicious pussy and lovely tits; Pete's amazing tongue and even more amazing, how big a man he had to be to let me let my inner slut loose.

Then I turned the handle to shower and cleaned off all the cum and saliva and sweat and pussy juice. I detached the shower head with the intention of cleaning out whatever was still up inside me, and of course wound up using it on myself to get myself off -- that pulse setting never fails! As I was allowing the sensations to subside, I flipped the drain to close and turned the water to faucet and fill the tub, sinking down and just soaking in the hot water. My thought again turned to how wonderful a man I had married that he wanted me to have everything I wanted, and I was crying tears of joy as I heard his car in the driveway and then his entry into the house.

When he came into the bathroom, he was in the process of getting undressed, and seeing me crying he stopped short with a worried look on his face.

"These are tears of joy, darling. No need to worry. I am not only fully satisfied sexually; I am simply in awe of the man I married and his love for me. Your love for me! Now, tell me about your time with Michelle! All the juicy details!" And I splashed him as he sat on the floor next to the tub.

"Well, can you smell her? I mean, first off, her reaction to my mouth was as if she'd gone to heaven! It was like you said -- no one who knew what they were doing had ever eaten her out before, so she not only came quickly, it was the kind of orgasm that kept happening. With my help, of course! Two fingers in her pussy as I sucked on her clit let me reach her g-spot, which apparently was something truly new for her. Something tells me she's going to be calling you for advice on toys that will reach it, since I suggested you had some. And the final piece was when I got fingers in her ass -- she squirted as she came! I think maybe we can try that...."

"Well, that explains the smell. As for trying out squirting -- not tonight, okay? I don't want to disappoint you, but I really do need some recovery time. If that's okay with you, that is. But my mouth is all yours, since it appears that Michelle doesn't get the concept of reciprocity."

"She could barely talk after all that, so I figured there was no need to press her when I had the neighborhood slut at home." We both laughed as I reach down to stroke him.

"Stand up and let me show you just what a nasty ho you married." I got on my knees, water cascading off my boobs, opened my mouth, grabbing his ass and pulling his dick into me. Breathing through my nose (easy enough with his size) I worked a finger up his ass, found his prostate and suddenly had a mouth full of his thicky, salty juice. After swallowing, I grabbed a towel and told him to shower and join me in bed. We slept naked that night, and slept soundly until the girls woke us. That morning, we stared sex ed with them -- at least, got them exposed to naked adults. Neither of them got upset -- probably because we weren't.

Later that day, after breakfast and chores, we went out back into the yard. The girls played in the kiddie pool while Pete mowed the lawn, and I sat in the sun in a bikini and read. At some point I drifted off, waking abruptly to the sound of men's voices and what I recognized as the sounds of barbells and weights. Looking around, I realized one of the voices was Pete, and the others came from our next-door neighbors -- the three young guys who lived next door. I got up, looking for the girls and didn't see them and called out to Pete. "Where are the girls?"

"Hi gorgeous" he replied. "They are inside, napping. Come on over and meet our neighbors." I finally located him in the next-door backyard. Him and three other men, all shirtless and sweating. All of them -- Pete included -- fine specimens of the male form. Of course I was going to go meet them!

So, I but down the book I had fallen asleep to and got off the chair. I thought about getting a wrap to put on top of my bikini -- but that was as much as I did. Though about it. And then simply strolled over to take Pete's hand.

The way those three guys looked at me as I approached caused my pussy to moisten. Some women have a problem when men check them out -- I think it's because they're insecure. I am fully aware that I have big tits. I've had them since high school, for crying out loud, and hell, I'm proud of them and fascinated with the effects they have on men. I let the objectifications slide unless they are unique and exciting, and as Pete can attest, I've become good with double entendre replies as needed. After two kids, they reached double D, and while they hang lower than they used to since they weigh more, exercise workouts keep them from sagging. I know they command attention and I'm not only fine with it, but I enjoy it. I thank my mom for that, since she was even bigger than I am now; not only did she understand all the things I went through, but she was able to talk about them and help me come to terms with my body.

I was just beginning to wonder about my parents and their sex lives, kind of lost in thought, when Pete tapped me on the shoulder.

"Honey, are you okay? You just drifted off there."

"Did I? I just got to thinking about something, and I guess the combination of all that sun and all that heavy action last night has me more tired than I realized. I think I better go inside and take a nap. Sorry, guys, but I promise to be more awake tomorrow and perhaps we can get better acquainted then." With that I went back home and up to bed.

I took off the bikini and slid into bed when I decided to pursue that thought from outside. I picked up the phone and dialed my parents' home. Mom picked up the phone after the second ring.

"Hi Mom -- got some time to talk?" I asked.

Her voice got that worried sound when she replied. "Of course. Is everything all right? Are the girls, okay? Pete? You?"

I laughed. "You are such a worry wart! Everyone is fine -- the girls are napping, Pete's hanging out with the guy's next door, and we have had an amazing couple of days. I'm wondering about something, though. And I'm not exactly sure how to say this...."

"Just spit it out, girl. You know we can clean up any mess you make -- we've done that for years now, haven't we?"

"Yup. We have. So.... tell me about your sex life. With Dad, and now with Andy. I'm presuming you didn't just fuck for babies, and I know both of them were pretty handsy guys, so what can you tell me? What are you willing to tell me, would, I guess, be a better question." I stopped talking.

"Hmmm... let me see. You and Pete had an 'amazing' couple of days; now you want your mother to give you the sex talk? What exactly happened during those 'amazing' couple of days?"

"Damn, woman, you still have that mom superpower! Okay, I'll talk. I never said anything (I don't think I did, anyway) but Pete isn't exactly hung. It didn't stop us -- you have two granddaughters, after all -- but I made it okay because of the man he is. And also, because he has overly compensated orally, I guess. Anyway, I was okay with it until he came out and suggested maybe I might want something more."

"Let me get this straight -- out of the blue, he said you needed to fuck with bigger dicks? Really? You had nothing to do with his suggestion? Who are you kidding? Remember my super power, as you put it?"

"Busted. Okay, it was more like a friend of mine got to bragging about her big boyfriend and I began to remember life pre-Pete. So, I got on the Internet just to look at things....and yes, I did get aroused and took matters in my own hands so to speak. Anyway, Pete discovered my interests, and then he got interested and made the offer. We visited my friend and her boy toy and it was awesome. Along the way I gave him permission to treat the baby sitter to his super power, and we've been fucking like rabbits since."

"And just how does that get you to asking about my sex life?" came the response.

"I'm not entirely sure, actually, but I had never even given it a thought before, and now I figured that we girls ought to talk. Part of it has to do with raising the girls, I guess. I suspect that Pete has some nasty things in mind -- like the three hunky guys next door, for instance -- and I'm not opposed. Hell, I'm likely to bring up the subject. I was a complete slut in college in case you didn't know, but having set that mindset aside and come to terms with Pete as he was, now that I recall what I'm missing I can't seem to stop thinking about big, hard cocks and amazing orgasms. And I'm really worried about the girls and how I'm going to raise them. What will they think of me? How will they talk about me? What do I do?" I found myself crying softly.

"Think about this for a minute. First off, when you came to me about your body and with questions about boys, did I steer you wrong in any way? I don't think so -- as far as I know you developed a really healthy attitude that led to Pete and the girls. No depression. No drugs. Happy, healthy and hearty, in my estimation. Second, did you ever wonder how I got all that knowledge? How much I knew about the way men and boys behaved when it came to women? Well, your father and I were active swingers from before you were born until he got sick. And Andy was a widower from that group. And here's the important part -- did you have even a clue about it?" The phone went silent.

"Holy shit! You and daddy? Really? I mean, holy crap! I, er, um, ah....holy shit!"

"I gather, from the triple holy shit comments, that this is the very first clue you had. So, in answer to how to deal with this with the girls, the answer might have revealed itself...." Her laughter was infectious, and I was now crying and laughing as Pete walked in. He stood in the doorway and just stared.

"Hi honey" I managed to say. "I'm on the phone with my mother."

"Put me on speaker" came the voice from the phone. I found the button and pressed it. "Hi Pete. Your wife just found out that her mother, her father and her step father are filthy, sex crazed swingers who fucked and sucked in secret while she was growing up. It seems to have done something for her and I'm not sure whether she's happy, sad, freaked or fucked. Can you help me figure it out?" Her laughter set me off again as Pete joined in.

"Damn, Anny, I think what's really just happened is she's discovered that her high-octane sex drive was no accident. I think that one, she's relieved a bit, two, she's amazed a lot, and three she and I are both dying to hear more about the grand adventures in human sexuality that make up the hidden background of her life! Does that sum it up, honey? Did I miss anything? Oh -- you should see this, Anny, she's trying to say yes and no at the same time and I think her head may fall off." By this time, we were all howling with laughter, which had the effect of waking the girls who came running in to join us.

"Why are you all laughing?" said Kelly. "What's so funny?"

Anny spoke up. "Your momma just found out what a silly girl she is, and we all think it's funny."

"Is mommy a doo-doo head" asked Mara. Anny, Kelly and Pete howled, and I sputtered before joining them.

We managed to settle all that down to quiet giggles and a promise to continue the original conversation at some point soon. Pete sent the girls back outside for a final swim before dinner and then joined me on the bed.

"Wow. You didn't ever suspect anything?" he asked.

"Nope. Now, of course, having heard that, however, I can see some things that happened that could have clued me in if I'd known to look. Like the fact that they went to parties a couple of weekends every moth, but only hosted them when I was away. Or how touchy-feely they were with some of their friends. Things like that. What's weird, though, is how ordinary a lot of them were, and still are, I guess. Nobody was a porn star. Granted, none of the men were super-buff or anything. A couple of the women were striking, but nothing obvious in any way."

"Now that we've unlocked your submerged slutty side, any of those men interesting? Maybe even your step dad?" he said with a leer.

"You've been reading too much born, your son of a bitch! It never occurred to me until now, and if we're going down that road, your dad is kinda hunky...."

"Well, so is your mom" he retorted, and we laughing at ourselves.

"When I spaced out with the you and the guys it was because I was really beginning to freak out about how to handle this with the girls. We've just made a big left turn from your standard "cleave only unto one another until death do you part" marriage, and I was in between I-wonder-if-I could-take-on-all-three-hunks and how-do-I-raise-two-lovely-daughters? I called mom for advice and now know that it can be done. So, I'm not only relieved but I'm back to visualizing our three studs next door."

"Well, that's fortunate, since they are very much in lust with you. I wish I had a camera so you could have seen their faces as you came over. None of them even bothered with your eyes until after you started talking! Before that they were all trying to see through your bikini, wishing they had Xray specs. After you left, the comments were very appreciative, and I guess I sort of encouraged them. And kinda hinted that you might be receptive...."

"Damn. I don't know whether to smack you for giving them an impression that I'm some horny hot wife, or marvel at how well you know me. Did anything get set up? Did you make any promises or commitments on my behalf?"

"Nope. I just let them know that they wouldn't hear me objecting if you didn't -- but that if you did, I have family in the Sheriff's office."

"Oh, that's right. Gee, that brings to mind some of those stories about women getting off the hook by getting the arresting officers off. Maybe we should talk to your cousin?" I grinned as I said it.

"Nah, he's got the same condition I do -- notta-lotta-dick. But your slut mind is sure awful active. Have we loosed some sort of succubus on the world?"

"Okay, enough fun and dirty talk. I need to get dressed and get dinner ready. Go get the girls in and changed. And, if they are still working out, you can let the guys know that they need to shower and shave if they have any hope of bagging your hot wife tonight. And that if they do, you require "film at eleven" or whenever we get done. Now scoot."

He left and I threw on a sundress, leaving off the undergarments. Then I went downstairs and started dinner. Hours later, after a family trip to Dairy Queen for dessert (not quite ready to take a chance that friends and neighbors might get a hair up their butts by my free-swinging boobs, we stuck with the drive-through) and a family movie that lasted until the little ones fell asleep on the couch. We put them to bed and came back downstairs.

"What now?" I asked.

"Well, you could go be a nice neighbor and bring dessert to the fellas next door" he said with a grin.

"I just might do that" I replied. "Seems like a real neighborly thing to do, doesn't it? And you could ask Michelle over for some cunning linguistics lessons if you want. I won't object if you do, although it might wake the girls. But you'll figure it out. See you later, okay?" I left him grinning and reaching for the phone as I walked out the door.

It was just a few steps to the house next door, so I walked up the steps and rang the bell. I heard the tv sound lower as the door opened Alex, the tallest of the three guys answered in a pair of shorts and nothing else. I found myself checking him out from bottom to top as I watched him do the same. I noted a stirring in those shorts, and I'm sure he saw something similar as my nipples hardened and grew.

"I was wondering if you guys had eaten tonight. If you had, then how about some dessert?" I said as I brushed my hands over those now aching nipples.

"We're always hungry, Mrs. Walers, so come on in." He stood aside as I walked. As I did, I ran my hand over the growing bulge down below. I liked what I felt and found myself getting wet again.

"Hello gentlemen. Let me correct Alex. Mrs. Waters is my mother-in-law. I'm Sheila. And if that's too hard to remember, you can use a whole other bunch of names, from slut to cocksucker to whore. Use your imagination. Anyway, I thought you guys might be interested in some dessert." With that I dropped the sundress to the floor and stood there naked. "I love being eaten, so come help yourselves."

Alex moved up behind me and I felt him drop to his knees. Then his hands spread my ass cheeks and I felt his tongue touch the star between them.