Was this my wife Chris the voice that answered was indeed my wife Chris. Yes she replied, that is one beautiful big cock he has and he’s pumped what...feels like a gallon of spunk up my pussy.I turned the camcorder off and went back and sat on the bed, reliving what I’d just heard.Chris’s side of the storyJust a little something about Mike and me, I first met Mike whilst I was in 6th form, he was tall, dark haired, good looks and a great body and a wicked sense of humour. Mike had just come out. "If it isn't I'll have to come home with you."He smiled back. "I was going to suggest that in your weakened state you should do that anyway so that I can look after you."Her face lit up. "Now I can see why you've got where you have, Mr Braithwaite. Full of initiative and very persuasive. But I'm not sure it's a very good idea. What will people say?" she teased."Stuff 'em," said Nick totally seriously.Sally sobered up immediately. She searched his eyes and then launched herself at him. She. Jenny had put the bubbly in the cooler and prepared the snacks for their lunch, Jenny smiled and noticed the champagne was Mumm, but more of that later. Derek was away overnight, so Jenny had the house to herself for the plans she had for her and her friend today. She had spoiled Derek last night and let him wear a silky nightie and a pair of her panties to sleep in. He got very stiff and wanted to fuck her, but she politely refused him but promised a special treat in the morning. She was up. The next day she’d gushed endlessly about a young man she’d met, and she refused to go out for two days because he’d promised to call. He did, despite the number of times her father and I said he wouldn’t. But he did, and she met him for a couple of dates before we got fed up of hearing about him and demanded that she bring him home for us to meet. It was when he walked through the door and smiled, a boyish smile from beneath a blonde fringe. It was the intensity in his eyes that I remember.