I could feel his hands reaching at the bottom of my nightie and he doubled the hem back on top of itself, rubbing the two shiny sides of my chemise up, up over my legs and to my bottom where he tickled there me for a moment before hooking his fingers under the elastic of my knickers waist band. Pulling gently, he eased them down over my legs as I raised my hips momentarily to aid their silky descent. I heard the clip of something being opened and then Chris saying 'Wendy, my love. Is that nice? Oh, good. It looks as though you really like that. You do, don't you.' She looked adoringly at her husband behind me, nodding slowly. It was as if the extreme sexual pleasure prevented her from moving too quickly least she loose her tenuous grip and cum uncontrollably. Her eyes closed for a moment as I moved against her again and she pushed her hips to meet mine. I could feel her trying to position my hard rod to rub against her pussy on each stroke.
'Wendy, are you feeling really naughty now?' I think it was deliberate. Purposefully suggesting naughtiness, designed to heighten her already cascading libido.
She nodded, in her slow, ecstasy trapped restraint. As if knowing what Chris was referring to, she lifted her hips and I did the same. Chris raised the hem of her lovely black satin nightie, pulling the front of my nightie up at the same time. As the bottom of the both nightgowns cleared our hips I felt Wendy's lower and, as I followed her back down, her heels hooked around the backs of my legs and pulled them apart slightly wriggling herself under me and I plunged deeply into her sodden, slippery wet vagina.
I cried out in surprise as the joy of her slimy embrace surrounded me. Wendy, the lower lip disappearing beneath her upper teeth once more, smiled with utter contentment as we resumed our thrusts, this time having to measure our movements so carefully so as not to trigger our imminent releases both lost in a haze of sexual bliss.
The sudden buzz took me unawares as Chris drew the vibrating instrument of pleasure up over the backs of my exposed legs. God, it felt rude as it travelled up over my quivering cheeks. Wendy's feet still had my legs hooked, and as if on a secret signal, pulled my legs further apart to allow Chris to run the buzzing mechanical penis between my buttocks. I gasped as the fingers of his free hand pushed ahead of the vibrators head, smearing a creamy gel into my swollen bud. He started an urgent beat of gentle pushes, each one forcing a little more of the slippery gel into me, easing his passage with every probe. Then the fingers were gone to be instantly replaced by the vibrator. It's buzzing became muted as it sank easily into my lubed anus. I cried out with the effort of holding back my rapidly building orgasm as he pushed and pulled at me with the incessantly humming instrument. I started to become frantic, my breathing out of control as I fought with my overpowering urge to let go. The slippery cavern becoming even more wet as I added my own pre-cum gloss to our coupling. Then, suddenly the vibrator was withdrawn and I felt Chris lowering himself onto me. I had time to register that I was completely helpless, Wendy's clever trapping of my legs leaving me no room to lever myself in any direction. I could only look helplessly into her mischievous eyes as her husbands rock hard and wet cock slid up into my pre-stretched and relaxed back passage. My cry of pain didn't even h
