Chelle giggled and almost automatically said that he was, but a blast from the hot tub jet stirred her loins and the wine in her system brought out th... truth.“No. He’s got a great cock but by no means the biggest. That honor belonged to my ex, Eric.”“Oooh!” cooed the blonde, who shifted forward and a little closer to Chelle, who wondered if perhaps her friend was simply adjusting to get her own access to the pulsating jets. “Do tell. How big was it?” Chelle smiled, blushing before holding her. I watched him practice with a wide range of women over the years, and teased him mercilessly about it. But that first kiss was a surprise, and has left me hungry ever since. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the slight scratch to the skin surrounding them. I love that contrast, so different from the feeling of my husband’s mouth. I love the contrast between these two men I know so well, love that they know and use this, husband and friend. Patrick is the more forceful, his taste an. “It’s quite strong.”“Smell it”, I said, raising my foot a little more and cupping her nose between my toes. “Tell me what it’s like.”She blushed, but she complied. I spread my toes, letting the air go through them. It was so refreshing to have her do this. I liked forcing her to breathe air seasoned with my toe sweat.“It’s a little cheesy”, she said. She took another breath. “Maybe a bit musky, too.” Another. “Sharp, like sour milk.”I laughed and swapped feet.“How about that one?” I said. “Same. "Do you like two sexy girls, honey?" she asked."I love you both so much." he said.She pushed my head off and started reverse cow girling him, and motioned to me to stand in front of her. She grabbed my dainty little skirt and pulled my seven inch cock from under the fabric and started going to town on two cocks. I loved it his six inches, her 36c tits. I was ready and she cupped my balls fucking faster, as I blew my load all in her mouth. She still sucked as my dick softened to the point there.