Robert Jenkins: Wide open wife

"How'd you like to see the bedroom first?" Harry asked.

"What's the matter? You afraid of the, fresh air?" Marge asked. She opened one of the sliding glass doors and stepped onto the patio garden. It was enclosed on three sides by the house and high walls. On the ocean side stood a lower wall; high enough for privacy, but still affording a view.

"What a gorgeous day," Marge said, and before Lucy realized what she was doing, the brunette bad taken off her blouse. "Feel that sun!" she sighed, closing her eyes and turning her face upward.

But the other three were too busy staring at Marge's large, luscious tits. Taut and full, with large, dark nipples, they stood out proudly, swaying a little when she moved. Lucy saw that both Mack and Harry were obviously aroused by the sight. Mack quickly moved close to Marge and began to slowly stroke one hand up and down her naked back.

"How about you? You want some sun too?" Harry purred into Lucy's ear. But she wasn't quite ready to walk around in the open, naked to the waist. Lucy was impressed by Marge's cool naturalness as she strolled round the garden, her heavy tits swinging out from her ribs every time she bent down to look at a flower.

"Hey, baby. How about it?" Lucy heard Mack ask Marge. He was standing in front of her, his big hands on her shoulders.

"Yeah… how about it," Marge murmured back. She let Mack pull her into his arms, and they kissed. Lucy felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched Mack's hands glide over Marge's back for a moment, then slip around front to cup her big tits.

Marge obviously, liked it, because she began to grind her hips against the big man's thighs, keeping her mouth pressed to his.

Finally she pulled back. "Let's see if you're as good at sucking a tit as you are at finger-fucking," she said to the blond man.

"Don't mind if I do," Mack said thickly. Dropping to his knees, he began to run his lips hotly over Marge's lush tits. She stood quietly, her eyes dreamily half-closed, her fingers ruffling through Mack's bristly hair.

"That looks nice, doesn't it?" Harry whispered in Lucy's ear. She jumped at the unexpected sound. Yes, it did look nice, and that's what she'd been thinking when Harry whispered. The young blonde was feeling an odd blend of nervousness and sexual excitement. Never before had she been in a situation that was both so cold and pre-planned and at the same time wildly arousing. There was an air of depravity in the garden scene that Lucy found oddly exciting.

She was standing behind a low wall that reached up to her waist, watching Mack and Marge, who were in a small cleared space a few feet below and in front of her. She was watching Mack suck her new friend's nipples into his mouth. Trying to imagine how it must feel, her cunt tinglingly warm, Lucy felt Harry slip his hands around her and cupping her tits.

Lucy stiffened for a moment, then decided she was being silly. After all, she had set out this morning with the intention of getting fucked. And with the sexy scene developing in front of her, her temperature was rising. After the initial shock, Harry's hands felt good as they began to rub her tits through her blouse and bra.

"You got too much on," Harry said gruffly. She let him unbutton her blouse, and then unfasten her bra. Obviously impatient to get at her tits, Harry pushed her loosened bra up high, baring the soft mounds, and then his fingers were playing artfully over her pink nipples, pulling them up into firm peaks.

God, what a turn-on, Lucy thought as she stood, swaying slightly, her eyes glued to Mack and Marge in front of her while Harry played with her tits from behind. Mack had stuck his hand up underneath Marge's skirt while he sucked her tits, and Lucy could see how excited the other girl was getting. She was standing on her tiptoes, hands on Mack's shoulders while his arm pumped up and down underneath her skirt. Her lovely mouth was open slightly, her tongue licking nervously over her scarlet lips.

"Aaaahhhh!" she suddenly cried, and Lucy knew Marge was coming. Arching her hips forward, the climaxing brunette pumped her loins hard against Mack's hand, which was still hidden underneath her skirt. She nearly knocked the big man off balance as he knelt before her, pulling his head in tight against her swollen tits.

"Look at 'em go!" Harry grated into Lucy's ear. One of his hands had left her tits and dropped low, lifting the hem of her skirt so that he could reach toward her cunt. Lucy made no move to stop him. Her cunt ached to be touched, ached to be lit on fire the way Marge's had been. It took Harry a moment to work his hand underneath the waistband of her pantyhose, but then it was pushing down past her pubic hair, one finger digging into her pussy slit.

"Mmmmmm," Lucy sighed, widening her stance so that there would be more space between her trembling thighs. Even so, Harry found it impossible to stuff his finger into the girl's cunt because of her tight pantyhose. It was enough for Lucy, though, at least for the moment, to have Harry's blunt fingertip grazing over the tip of her quivering clit. She let Harry hold her up, delighted to feel his powerful body pressing into her from behind.

"Okay, baby. How about doing a little something for me?" Lucy heard Mack say to Marge. Marge's orgasm was at last over, and she stood panting before Mack, her big tits rising and falling in time to her rapid breathing.

"Like what?" she asked laughingly.

"Like suck my cock."

"Well I do declare!" Marge said with mock surprise. "It looks like there's something alive inside your pants."

Lucy looked down to where Marge was pointing and saw a huge and still-growing bulge in Mack's pants. At the same time she felt a similar bulge in Harry's pants, pressing into her ass from behind. Meanwhile, Marge had fallen to her knees in front of Mack. "Let's see what you've got there," she said, unzipping the man's fly.

"Christ! Take it easy!" Mack groaned as she reached in and tugged his enormous, swollen cock out into the open. It bunt out of his pants and began to jerk and swell larger until it was pointing up toward his belly.

"Old Mack sure has some joint, don't he?" Harry murmured from behind Lucy. She had to agree. The knobbed, purple-veined cock jutting out from Mack's crotch was one of the biggest and most formidable she had even seen. As she watched Marge begin to fondle the big rod, her cunt began to ache with need, and she was sorry Harry couldn't quite get his finger up into her pussy.

Marge looked over at Lucy and Harry, a little smile on her face. She obviously enjoyed being the center of attraction.

"You watch me, honey," she said to Lucy, "and I'll show you how a cock should be sucked."

The kneeling brunette began to run her tongue over Mack's cock.

"Aaahhh! Motherfucker, that feels good!" he panted, his hands stealing up to cradle Marge's head.

"We gotta get rid of all this crap!" Harry suddenly hissed in Lucy's ear, and he began to tug at her pantyhose, trying to pull it down over the soft swell of her hips. She enthusiastically helped, all hesitation gone. She was ready to be fucked. She winced a little when she heard the pantyhose tear – they were expensive. But in another moment, after she had kicked off her shoes, she felt a wash of fresh air gush up under her skirt and play over her ass and cunt.

"Okay, baby," Harry grunted. He rummaged around between her wide-spread thighs a moment until suddenly Lucy felt a thick hard finger stuffed up her cunt.

"Uuunngghh," she grunted, shocked by the abruptness of it. But it felt good, so good, and she began to pump her cunt down against the slowly pumping finger, hoping she would have an orgasm like Marge's.

Across from her, Marge was beginning to suck Mack's cock in earnest. Lucy watched the other girl's mouth open, her lips stretching as they slipped over Mack's huge prick. The brunette's cheeks began to hollow and fill as she sucked.