The three of us reclined on the bed, sampling the drinks I’d made, and each other at the same time. My wife lay between Keith and myself and was str...ked, caressed, licked, sucked and fingered by us both to her obvious delight. Her pussy was drenched in her juices, her nipples engorged, her whole body almost throbbing in delight. Keith, having already come twice, was showing no signs of flagging. His cock was still rock hard, being stroked gently by my wife in between his movements around the. I ordered my wife to bring us myriding crop. I own a black leather riding crop whichI’ve been training my wife to carry in her pussy. To keep her pussy muscles tight, my wife doesisometric exercises where she squeezes a pencil withher pussy. From there, I’ve been having her crawl onher hands and knees, with the handle of the ridingcrop gripped in her pussy, and the rest of itsticking out like a tail. The challenge is, that as she gets turned on, herpussy gets hot and wet, and it is. Give it a gentle prod. Feel the muscles clinging to my fingertip. If only I'd wetted the tip. That would have been better, don't you think George?" "I wouldn't know, Mary, Mrs Lewes would never finger my arsehole and, truth be told, I don't believe she's ever had her hand on my cock." "Her normal, same-size-as-its-compatriot, hand?" "Yes." "Never massaged your furred family jewels or encircled your thick base as your forest of pubic hair caresses her pure, alabaster skin." "No." Or corkscrewed. Only it was way more intense this time. I realized that he was using two fingers! He really slowly pushed them in deeper and deeper, and I think I actually groaned out loud. It was fairly uncomfortable, but it was really rather pleasurable too, which was mortifying because I've never thought of myself as someone who'd feel any sexual pleasure from another guy. When I could feel the rest of his fist up against my anus, he just kind of kept it there, with his fingers all the way inside of me, and.