A fugging good lay

How many joints, you tell me! You tell me!!! We'd smoked a weak one, but the next one, shit, that set the world spinning alright! Wesley said that he wanted to fuck the arse off my wife and she looked shyly at me. I drawled, 'why not! Kerry has had the hots for you for over a year man!' So I got behind Kerry, supporting on the bed, playing wit her tits till her nipples stood bolt hard! She opened up her cunt to show Wesley and he stuck it in her bare! No sheath man. He stuck that meat right up her and then the slapping sound of a rut kicked off. There was a band, no two bands up on the stage and they were jamming. It was like the craziest session ever, unscripted and really talented. The work on the lead guitars, hell man. That was so fucking fine! Kerry, Wesley, and I drinking some, smoking some more. Of course Wesley had his supply of the medicinal didn't he and he brought out the roll up and had Kerry light it for him. He kissed my wife on the lips when she did that, kissed her slowly, with his eyes open, looking into hers like there was intent there. Kerry said that I should go and fetch beers or something and between inhaling deep lung fulls of the shit, he snogged her. I watched him slide his big paws around and against her pert little arse. I saw him squeeze her arse in the rock chick jeans, her slouch belt hanging down over her crotch, the brass buckle rubbing against her button when he pullled her tight to him. 

The second roll fuck, fuck, that was a spliff! That was some spliff, it made the room seem to bulge as if the walls were made of putty or something. They seemed to roll outwards like a roll top bath and everyone man, just everyone was smiling and laughing and the more they laughed the more I was convinced the stars were coming out that night. Ping, ping, ping, just like that! 'You don't mind Wesley holding me whilst we listen to the music do you Terry?' she asked. I shook my head and grinned insanely at our companion. 'Nope!' I slugged down the beer and begged another drag on the weed. Kerry moved in front of Wesley and he snaked his arms arund the front of her, down the course of her wide leather belt and then beneath the heavy buckle. I watched him unzip her jeans and slip his hand inside whilst we watched the stage show. I knew he was fingering her, running his fingers back and forth across her hard little bud by the way that she pushed her butt back against his crotch. I tried not to stare. Easy man, it's easy. The whole fucking world is happy tonight. There, you hear, Kerry was, she was moaning softly, so that she had to turn and open her mouth greedy to his, necking then, necking and oblivious to the guitar virtuoso.

Hendrick is a friend of Wesley's, he manages the venue. He came up to us, slapped me on the back and asked how I rated the bands. Fuck man, they had never ever played together, monumental, mon-u-ment-al!! He smiled and we high fived one.

'You wanna take the bitch upstairs to my duty bunk?' he asked Wesley.

Wesley smiled, 'sure'. He didn't look at Kerry but she was smiling. She was smiling like a groupie or something. It's been like a year,  you know, a year whils she has talked about Wesley making a move on her. She's said that she needed his dick, just for pleasure. It was just for pleasure. I asked whether she could handle it, going with the black guy? She said that she thought she could, if I supported her. She could take cock if she knew that she had my support.  I liked that idea, i kinda liked it, you know, seeing her take his cock proper.

Kerry said to Wesley, 'Take Terry up with us hun, he won't be any trouble at all'. 

Wesley, well, Wesley tested it some. He necked my wife in front of me an Hendrick, working her cunt with his fingers till she wriggled on his hand. She was mewing, mewing man, begging him to take her. 

Wesley eye balled me. He didn't have to ask. 

'You're going to be a sweet little man' he said and i said, 'hey, the woman has ached for you all year long, best you fuck her.' My eyes felt as they were rolling over and over like symbols of a one armed bandit. 

Fuck, those starirs moved man. They moved about some. Still we ascended them somehow. We got up them even though the fuckers kept bending and twisting about. Hendrick showed us the bunk, the unmade bed and asked whether we'd like some 'memento shots'? Wesley was keen, real keen, because then we could remember stuff after the weed. So Hendrick, he got his phone out and started taking the informals, Wesley kissing my wife, playing with her tits. I watched him clip his watch on her wrist and heard him say, 'I fuck her when I please man. That signifies, OK!' I didn't respond, least ways I can't remember so. But when he told me to take her jeans and her thong down I did that for the guy. 

'Sniff, she ripe for it yet man?' he wondered. 

I nodded, I'd check. I remember dropping to my knees and feeling like my feet had sunk through the floor boards, it was that way. It was like the floor had become quick sand. I smelled her snatch. It was wet, glistening from his touch. She smelled hot, moist, needy. 

'Lick the bitch and tell me!' Wesley insisted. 

I licked Kerry and fuck man, fuck, she tasted like candy.  Candy and salt and her pulse was showing in her button, bump, bump, bump. 

I nodded stupidly. Somehow, somehow, the taste of the bitch had glued my mouth shut. Somehow i had done that to me!

'Lie on the bed, cradle her back in your lap' ordered Wesley. 

Yeah, sure, why not man! The world, fuck, the world was fine! I lay against the bed head, coaxed Kerry up against me, undid her blouse, got that bra undid and started playing with her paps. Kerry, wow, Kerr was like mesmerised! She stared at that man. She stared at his face, that scar on his cheek, she stared at his hands and then down at his crotch when he took his meat out. Th fucking thing was so fine! That fucking tool, way, hey that was a fine looking tool. 

'Show me your cunt' he told her. His voice was like burred, it was deep and gravelly. He sort of growled the words. 

Kerry just spread her legs, parted the curls of her auburn puss and then peeled apart her sex lips so that my friend could see the wet and peachy interior. 

'He fuck you much these days?' he asked her, gesturing at me. 

She shook her head.  To be fair, that was true.  It was funny as well. It seemed that way then. I rolled her nipples as they spoke.  Hendrick laughed too. So funny huh, it WAS kinda funny if you thought about it. 

'He satisfy you?' Wesley asked. He said that right? He asked it? My head was swimming. For a mo I thought it fitted inside my body on a screw thread. You could take a head off that kind of way. 

'No' she said. 'No' she said it again and he knelt and he started to wipe his glans up down her slit. He ran his cock head up and down....up......and down. 

'You don't fuck him hear...you don't fuck him unless I say you can' he said, his eyes narrowed. I was still teasing her man. I was playing her nipples around and around. The man, the man wore no sheath. He was kissing her too, kissing her and teasing that fucking bell end in the opening between her lips. 

'Yes Wesley' she conceded. It was so little girl. IT WAS SO FUCKING SWEET!

Then Wesley stuck her. He stuck her with his dick, one thick, powerful, upward stroke that drove Kerry back onto me. I felt her knock back, felt her judder and then heard her groan. His cock stuck her again and it went in to the hilt. Kerry, Christ, she made a sucking sound as his prong started to pump into her. 

'You playing the paps Terry son, you playing those?' I looked up at Hendrick, at his phone and started to tease my wife again. Wesley was arching stroking his cock inside her. 

'It hurt bitch?' Wesley purred. 

Kerry grimaced, 'yes'.

'Bit you needing it huh, you needing a proper cock?' 

Hendrick laughed again. 

'yes' she moaned. 

Fuck, it was like I was a leaf and weeping water off myself. I felt the warm wet feel of it and only later realised that I was ejaculating against the back of Kerry's blouse. She didn't seem to notice. She was kinda delirious!

'Better now bitch?' Wesley checked. He rode up her, working the curve of his cock nside her like he was shoving a banana home. 

'Please darling.....please.....' 

Her voice was like a mouse, so feint, so small. She ran her arms around his bull neck and his watch ran down her arm. 

Slap, slap, slap, knock, knock, knock, the bed head was rhythmically tapping the wall.

'Mouth open Terry man, you admiring how he fucks her?'  Hendrick asked. He was video taping the sequence.

'Yes'. My mouth came unstuck. My mouth came unstuck and now it fucking well wouldn't shut again.

'PLEASE WES, CHRIST!!!!' she bgged.  I felt Kerry tense against me, her wet back against my cock. She was climaxing on his prick. 

'Alright babe' he growled. 

I felt the sudden thrusts, four or five of them and imagined the semen rushing inside her. It would be like a tidal bore, his fucking seed washing eveywhere. 

The way that she kissed him was so grateful. She was so fucking grateful. I could smell it. It smelled of sweat and salt and body and authority. There, she squirmed against me as his cock emptied into her. 

'God...(pant), darling.....(pant, oh God!)' her voice caught as she spoke.

A few moments on, Whils Wesley was still inside my wife, his cock throbbing, Hendrick said to me. 

'You best sleep here tonight man and let Wesley take his bitch home.' 

I nodded at him. 

Wesley kissd her and slid free. She looked at me as she rose from the bed. 

'Don't look at him, he doesn't fucking count understood?' Wesley almost barked the instruction. 

'Yes Wesley' she said and begged for a kiss.  I watched her get dressed, positioning the buckle of the belt so it rested on her spermy crotch. 

'You want her licked out man, you want Terry man to do that?' Hendrick wondered. The shots you see, the shots. 

'Next time' said Wesley, 'next time. There's so much for Terry to learn.'