Fisk's First Wife ( Part Two )

Fisk didn't even blink when I told him my wife wouldn't be joining us. He asked, " Can we go downstairs ? " I had a large " party room " that adjoined the laundry where I had some neon beer lights, a bar, a dart board, and some worn out wicker furniture. Beck came back with hair scrunchies, and acted a little disappointed my wife wasn't joining us. " Not that I'm into women or anything, but, I wanted to see her boobies and I wanted Fisk to have something to look at, " she piped cheerily. I had assumed I would be watching them, not getting naked, but stayed quiet. And, yes, my wife did have great breasts, so, I didn't blame her there. Once down there I lit several leather-scented candles and Fisk looked around. " Can I put the sofa cushions on the floor ? " he asked. " No problem, " I agreed. Then, Beck, ran down the " rules ".
" Okay, you can't touch me...or, Fisk, though you probably don't wanna do that anyway. " If she only knew, I mused to myself. " Just watch us and see what you think. Okay ? " I nodded and smiled. They tied their long locks in ponytails. She takes off her housecoat and is nude underneath. The wavering candle light and the neon cast a flattering glow. As I had surmised, she had an excellent body. Her breasts were firm and upright, like grapefruit halves, she had a flat belly, a closely trimmed patch of dark brown pubes, and a sweet ass, like an inverted heart. Fisk pulled off his pj bottom ( he was already shirtless ) and his long, narrow penis, with the smallish bell-shaped head, hung down from its' nest of ginger hair. Beck turned to me and said, "Yanno, it would sort of help us if you'd get naked, too ! " I looked at them with no small degree of surprise. "Help you ? " She smiled and nodded saying, "We won't feel so self-conscious and, uh, vulnerable being all starkers in front of you. " So, I rose and took off my clothes. My cock bobbed out in a semi-hard and Beck stared and said, "Wow, you ARE thick ! " I sat in the armchair. She turned to Fisk, " Me first ? Women first, yanno ! " and he nodded assent. She laid, face down, on the sofa cushions. She flexed her ass muscles, and Fisk kneeled over her. Then, he took his long mane, and used it as a kind of brush / whip and ran it over every portion of her body. After a few minutes she made some soft moans, which increased in loudness and frequency. It was oddly erotic and I began to get erect. She turned over on her back. He did the same to her front, and she raised and parted her legs when he passed his locks over her pubis. Her pale brown nipples hardened so much her aureoles almost vanished, replaced by brown spikes. Finally she came in a loud guttural gasp. She looked at me, and I'm stroking a full boner. " Oh ! " she exclaimed, then, looked wide-eyed. She grabbed her housecoat and pulled it on. " I'll be right back and take care of you, " she said to Fisk, as she left the room. He looked at me, a little sheepish and asked, "Well, what do you think ? " , and then he saw my erection and laughed, "Sure looks like you're enjoying it ! " I nodded with enthusiasm and rose, and kneeled in front of him. " It's just like I remember it, " I said, staring at his still limp cock. I reached for it, and he danced away, " No, man, don't ! She doesn't know ANYTHING about that, and I'd as soon keep it that way ! " I nodded, glumly, and went back to my chair. " Does R_ know about those days ? " he wondered, meaning, my wife. She didn't know about the glam rock days but did know of my bi-sexuality, having played with Randy and Candy. I just told him, " No." Beck returned, saying, " I thought I heard Dawn, sorry. " She took of the housecoat, and told Fisk, " Your turn, stud ! " He lay face down, and she did the same to him, running her bleach blonde locks over his back and ass. He was quiet, but, when he turned over, he was fully erect. She smiled and looked at me, saying, " I just LOVE it when his cock does that ! " She bent over him, his nipples hardened, and his cock pulsed and twitched. She watched it closely. " Don't get cum in my hair ! Okay ? " She whipped his cock with her hair and occasionally glanced at me as I stroked my woody. He began groaning, and said, "It's gonna shoot ! " and she sat back as his slender red staff unleased a blast of spunk. He had grabbed it by the base, and positioned it upwards and his cum leaped high, maybe four feet and splatted back down on his chiseled torso. She looked on, approvingly and looked at me. "You gonna get that thing off ? " I stood up and gave them a profile view as I furiously jerked it, and fired out a copious torrent of hot, tacky spunk, in multiple spurts. " Gosh, how the fuck do you NOT have kids ? " Beck wondered. Fisk just snickered, and I retrieved Cum- Clean wipes from behind the bar. We cleaned up, dressed and went back upstairs. Beck wanted to "debrief" and so we began discussing thoughts and impressions. I told them, " It was a thing of beauty, very erotic. " Fisk said, " I liked doing it in front of somebody. That made it more fun. " Beck began cheerily enough, claiming to enjoy being nude in front of an almost stranger, but, then began shaking and pointing at me, "You, you, when you were jerking your cock, it suddenly reminded me of my brother when he used to come in my bedroom when I was twelve, all erect, and make me suck him...and...and, when you CAME, it was like..." and she broke off in sobs. I felt terrible, kind of shocked, really. Fisk hugged her until she calmed down. I apologized, but, she waved me off. I re-lit the roach to calm myself, and Fisk went off to piss. She looked at me and spread her legs apart
showing me her pussy, whispering, " Don't you wish you were balls deep in this stuff ? " I reddened and muttered, "I'm flattered, thank you, uh, no !" and she stuck out her tongue, lasciviously. How quick she switched, from blubbery to bawdy. Crazy as a shithouse rat ! When he came back, I excused myself goodnight, and went for my shower. I came to my wife, in bed, and she was all ears and open legs as I fucked her and told her all about it.
I knew it wouldn't work out for Fisk, and it didn't. His dad passed away a few months later, and we went home to the funeral, and he had already separated from her.Beck attended the funeral and let Dawn hug Fisk, and he cried, but ignored Beck altogether. She acted as though she didn't know my wife and I, and that was okay. Fisk told us, " She fucked everybody in my workplace, from the boss to the custodian. I think she even hit up the old lezzie bookkeeper , who had the good taste and sense to shun her. " He did divorce her, and missed Dawn more than anything. Beck never saw a cent, but twelve years later Dawn did in the form of a fat check from a passbook savings account Fisk had maintained over the years. She used the twenty grand to start college. Fisk married a sweet behemoth of a woman, who begat him triplets when he was forty-two. He kept his flowing locks, even when they went gray, and he became a right wing wacko.

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