Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two parts, you probably should so you can understand what's going on between this wife (Bev) and her husband (Dave)... and the neighbor (John) that blackmailed her previously. If shared wives or swinger sex is something you don't enjoy or approve of, you probably should move on and not waste your time with this story series.

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Only a few days had passed since John had blackmailed Bev into having sex with him. What John didn't know when he approached Bev with his blackmail plan, nor when she'd sucked and fucked him "to keep him quiet," nor when he left after having collected "his payment," was that Bev and her husband Dave were swingers. They enjoyed being in the lifestyle and Bev regularly enjoyed sexual play with other men. She often videotaped her play sessions to enjoy watching later while playing with her husband and there were plenty of occasions when she played while her husband watched in person or joined in and she got the pleasure of having two cocks to satisfy her.

John had seen a man going into Bev's house one morning and had snuck over to look through a window. He ended up capturing several minutes of video of her pleasuring one of her playmates and had used that video to blackmail her. Without his knowledge, Bev had videotaped the encounter and showed it to her husband later that evening while enjoying a good romp session with him as well. Bev had enjoyed the fuck session with John and Dave had enjoyed watching the video later that evening. Then they set about planning how to get revenge on John for his asshole blackmail plan. The plan they had developed was being put into motion on this particular morning.

On a fairly regular basis, Dave and John played golf together. Their neighborhood had its own country club and golf course. It wasn't nationally rated or overly well-known outside the local area, but it was nice enough. John and Dave didn't like to fight the crowds for early tee-times so they usually started off about ten or ten-thirty on Saturday morning. On this particular Saturday morning the weather was quite nice with mostly sunny skies and temperatures in the high seventies. It was warm enough to allow for short sleeves but not so hot they'd be pouring sweat. While they both would enjoy a cold beer back at the country club after they finished their round of eighteen holes, neither of them drank beer while playing. Instead they brought bottles of water and both had small cooling packs built into their golf bags. They fully embraced golf as exercise and so didn't rent a cart but walked the course, carrying their bags.

John was enjoying what he thought was the secret knowledge that he had fucked Dave's wife just a few days earlier. It felt devious and delightful as he thought he had a secret and that, somehow, it gave him power over his opponent.

Dave was enjoying the secret knowledge that he was going to thoroughly interrupt John's concentration during the first nine holes. He just hadn't decided where yet. He was nice enough not to do it right before John teed off on any given hole, but on the fairway of the fifth hole, after they had both demonstrated their skills with decent starting shots, John was just lining up his approach stroke to the green. As he got set and positioned for the shot, Dave casually commented, "You know, there's something I think we need to discuss while we're out here today."

"What's that?" John asked, sounding just as casual as Dave had.

Dave waited until John was pulling his club back for his shot and then said, "You fucking Bev." The shock of the statement combined with the timing resulted in John's stroke planting in the tee grass, not even touching his ball and almost bending his club.

Without even trying to repeat the shot or continue the game at that point, John looked at Dave with a feigned look of surprise - when what he was really feeling was a mix of fear and nerves - "What?!"

"Go ahead and take your shot," Dave said evenly. "But we need to discuss you having fucked my wife this week." He was taking great delight in the look of panic on John's face. The asshole deserved it after having blackmailed Bev for sex. "There's no sense in denying it. She told me all about it."

John's mind was racing and he wasn't sure what to respond. Denial? Lie? Show a level of bravado and try to laugh it off? He was trying to read Dave's mood and wasn't having any luck. He lined up his shot again and tried to use the time to consider his position while focusing just enough on the shot not to mess it up again. This time his stroke was reasonably smooth and his ball landed on the green, bounced once and rolled to within about ten feet of the hole. He wanted to brag for a moment about the shot but any emotions related to the game were well buried beneath his churning emotions in response to Dave's statements.

As John stepped out of the way, Dave stepped over to his ball and prepared for his shot. He continued to be casual about the game and his conversation. He was enjoying the sight of John's nervous squirming no matter how cool he tried to appear. As Dave lined up his shot he said, "Bev confessed everything to me when I got home from work that day. And the funniest part is, I would have been happy for her to have enjoyed a good fuck, but being blackmailed into it is completely unacceptable." With that he completed his shot and his ball ended up a foot or two closer to the hole than John's was.

John was choking on Dave's words. He'd have been HAPPY for Bev to have fucked another guy? What was going on here? He was quiet for a few minutes as they leisurely walked to the green. When they got there, since Dave was closer he was going to putt first. As he got set, John finally found a way to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm confused, Dave," he said. "You seem okay with your wife cheating on you, and say you wouldn't care that I had sex with her, but you're upset about her being..." he paused as he tried to think of nicer word than 'blackmail' to use and then finished, "...coerced into it?" Dave finished his putt, sinking his ball, before he looked up at John to answer.

"You didn't 'coerce' her into it, John," he said flatly. "Coercion might be seduction, or innuendo or even just straight forward requesting sex, but no... you BLACKMAILED her into it. You used the threat of sneakily captured video to put her in a position of having no choice under threat of destroying our marriage." He let that hang for a moment to let the weight of it sneak in. After a few moments he continued. "What you didn't know is that Bev wasn't cheating on me. 'Cheating' implies sneaking around and being dishonest. I was, and always am, completely aware of Bev's sexual activities. She's been having sex with other men for years."

John choked even more on this new revelation. His putt forgotten he sputtered out his question. "She's been fucking other men for years?! What the fuck kind of marriage do you have?"

"A better one than yours apparently," replied Dave. "We are open and honest with each other. We prioritize each other's pleasure. We are not selfish or possessive. I enjoy seeing Bev reveling in the pleasure of having a man orally worship her before stretching and filling her to give her a good fuck before either cumming into her or spraying it all over her... which she really likes, by the way." Dave paused to let some of that sink in. "We've been happily married for a long time and what works for us in our marriage isn't for anyone else to judge... OR take advantage of in some lowlife fucking way," he said. "Take your putt," he finished.

His brain a blur of images and confusion, John took his putt, missed, took another, missed and finally sunk his ball in the hole on the third try. Dave chuckled and commented, "It's a good thing you're better at fucking than golf." John whipped his head around at the comment, not sure what to make of it but feeling like he'd been both insulted and complimented at the same time. The confusion was clear on his face for Dave to read and Dave didn't hesitate to continue. "Oh, yeah," he said, "neither Bev nor I told you. You're entire tryst with her was videotaped. That's why she took you into the guest room. It's where she plays with all of her men so she can videotape it for us to watch together later when I reclaim her." He did pause then to let that all sink in before continuing. "We have the entire event on tape including the part where you confessed that fucking Bev was what you had blackmailed her for AND the part where she encouraged you to 'take your full payment' by cumming inside her." He finished off by adding, "Actually, it was kind of hot to see her walk over to turn off the camera with your cum running down the inside of her thigh."

Now John really was in a panic. There was videotape? He was so mentally and emotionally off-balance that he felt nauseous and dizzy at the same time. The blood drained from his face and he felt short of breath. There was videotape? He couldn't get past that thought. There was proof he'd cheated on his wife. Were Dave and Bev pissed off enough to actually show it to Janet? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck... Dave could see the shock of panic roll through John and although he didn't want his neighbor to have a heart attack on the course, he felt this was at least partial punishment for having blackmailed Bev into sex.

Dave was picking up his golf bag and heading toward the next hole by the time John came out of his panic daze enough to do the same. Dave had completed half of the plan that he and Bev had come up with. The next part could wait a bit. He needed to let John calm down and, at the same time, worry about the proof of the videotape. At the next hole, Dave let John tee off first, and while he was doing that, Dave texted Bev. "Things going as planned. He's freaking out about the videotape." John's tee off shot wasn't spectacular but it was at least straight. Dave set up and took his shot and felt his phone vibrate as he was putting his driver back in his bag. Bev's return text said, "Good. I'm kinda hoping everything goes as planned. I'd enjoy the 'reward' part today. ;-)"

Dave didn't say anything more about the tape, the event or John's blackmail intentions as they played the next couple of holes. John didn't utter a word, seemingly lost in his own thoughts and trying to hold his own on the course. Several holes later, when it seemed like John had calmed down some, Dave restarted the conversation. As he set up his tee shot he casually said, "So, while I've made it clear that you having sex with Bev doesn't bother me in the least, I think you can also understand why we both feel like the blackmail part was both underhanded and a generally shitty thing to do... and we feel like you ought to pay for it somehow." With that he swung his driver and hit a beautiful shot straight down the fairway, guesstimating the distance at about 225 yards or more.

Hearing Dave's words about "...ought to pay for it..." scared the shit out of John. Even if his wife Janet didn't kill him for having fucked Bev, she'd surely take him to divorce court and with a videotape of him having sex with another woman, Janet would clean up financially. John would be lucky to be left with a car to drive or any money in the bank. Once again he felt his panic well up and he had a hard time concentrating to tee off. He sliced his first attempt badly and while he managed a decent shot with his second try, he got far less than 200 yards out of the drive. As they walked down the fairway toward their balls, John decided to breach the void and at least appear like he wasn't in a total panic or at Dave's total mercy. "So, what do you and Bev have in mind for me to make restitution? I agree that blackmailing her was a shitty thing to do, but I can't say it wasn't worth it. She's spectacular and you obviously not only know that but take pride in it."

Dave had to give his neighbor points just for having the guts to say such a thing. He knew John was scared but here the man was just asking, point blank, 'okay... so what do you want from me?' He took a minute to formulate his answer even though the general idea had been planned between he and Bev several days before. "Well," he finally said, "what we're thinking is that turnabout, of a sort, is fair play." John immediately knew what Dave was saying and the look on his face clearly communicated how angry he was at the thought. Dave saw the look and continued his statement without any indication of nervousness or anxiety. "We feel like since you blackmailed Bev into fucking you, if you want us to NOT tell Janet about it... or show her the videotape... you're going to help us set up the situation where we seduce her."

Now John let his anger flow out through his words, seemingly having forgotten that Dave and Bev had a videotape of his indiscretion and infidelity. "You want me to set my wife up for you to fuck her? Are you out of your fucking mind? Just because you don't give a shit about your wife being a slut..."

Dave cut him off with a wave of his hand, an angry look of his own and a louder voice that carried some distance across the golf course. "Stop right there!" he commanded. "First, I'm not out of my mind. Second, if you call my wife a 'slut' it better be in a complimentary fashion and last... I'm not out of my mind. We're not requiring you to set your wife up to be fucked against her will, like you TRIED to do with Bev. We're demanding that you help us set up the circumstance where we can TRY to seduce her and if she gets fucked it will be of her own free will without CRIMINAL coercion." He intentionally put heavy emphasis on the word 'criminal' to remind John that what he'd done wasn't only immoral but also illegal and there were far larger potential consequences than just a divorce or marital discord. They could go to the police to report the blackmail and they had a video recording of him admitting to it.

John was quiet but obviously fuming as they played through the hole and into the next one. Finally Dave broke the silence. "Look, John... I'm not the one who snuck into my neighbor's yard to be a peeping tom. I'm not the one who illegally captured video through a neighbor's window WHILE being a peeping tom. I'm not the one who used that illegally captured video to illegally blackmail my neighbor's wife into having sex." He let all that sink in before he continued. "What I AM is the husband of the woman you did all that to and what I'm telling you is that unless you want us to take all this to Janet and to the police, you're going to help us set up circumstances wherein Bev and I can try to seduce Janet into sex. If she goes for it, it'll be of her own free will and not blackmail. If she says she's not interested, then we're not going to force her."

"But if she doesn't then you'll show her the videotape and go to the police, right?" John said sounding like a petulant child.

"No," Dave replied sounding pissed. "I'M not that petty or childish." He let that hang for a minute. "What I AM is a husband rightfully pissed that his wife was taken advantage of by a slimy cocksucker of a man." He paused to breathe and to calm himself for a second. "So, to keep us from exercising any and all legal options available, you're going to help set up the circumstances for us to make our play. That's all, John, and it's a damned small price to pay for the shit you pulled." Dave stopped talking after that and set up his next tee shot. He put all of his anger into that swing and hit the ball more than 250 yards down the fairway. It was a beautiful straight shot.

John could barely concentrate as he tried to play a decent game of golf, his head now filling with images of his wife, Janet, naked and being fucked by Dave. On the one hand the image angered him beyond words. On the other hand... what choice did he have? If that happened it would be because Janet agreed to it; asked for it; wanted it according to what Dave was saying and she'd only even be in that position because John had done something stupid and wrong.

By the time they got to the seventeenth hole, largely having played in complete silence after Dave's last statement, John was about ten strokes behind and losing two or three strokes per hole. As they approached the 17th tee John finally spoke up. "Okay," he said. "I'll do it."

Dave was preparing to tee off when he looked over at John and said, "What?"

John repeated, "I'll do it."

"You'll do what?" Dave insisted.

"I'll help you set up a seduction scenario for Janet," said John. Dave smiled at that but didn't say another word as he took his shot and put out another beautiful drive. He moved out of the way and John started to set up his shot.

Just as John was pulling his golf club back to swing, Dave asked, "You wanna fuck Bev again?" John sliced his shot badly and then looked back over his shoulder at Dave, who was standing there with a big smirk on his face.

"What?!" John asked perplexed.

"Do you wanna fuck Bev again?" Dave repeated. When it was obvious after a few seconds that John had no idea how to respond Dave added on. "Take your shot and we can talk as we move down the fairway." John did his best but it wasn't near his usual game. Afterward they walked down the fairway and Dave explained his question. "Look," he said, "we are pissed about the blackmail intentions, John, but we've been neighbors a long time and unless you all plan to move, we've got years more ahead of us being neighbors." He paused to let John process what he was saying before he continued. "While your intentions and motivations were pretty much a dick move, Bev enjoyed fucking you and I've already explained why I don't object." He paused again to make sure John had time to understand what he was saying. "So, as long as you're on board with helping set up Janet for us to make our attempt at seduction, Bev wouldn't mind it if you'd come over to the house after we finish our game so she can enjoy you again."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing and just shook his head to express his disbelief. They finished playing the 17th hole before John said anything, and the entire time, now that the immediate threat of being exposed to his wife had passed, he was thinking about Bev's sexy naked body and how good her mouth and pussy felt. As they approached the 18th tee John finally said, "Okay. I'd love to."

Dave looked over with a smirk on his face. "Love to...?" he asked.

"Love to come enjoy Bev again," said John. "I assume you mean after the game?"

"That's exactly what I mean," said Dave. "If you commit to helping us create circumstances for us to make our play on Janet, you can follow me home after the game and fuck Bev. In fact, she's been waiting all morning for me to tell her whether or not you're coming home with me to fuck her."

John was nervous for half a second. He'd never been naked with another guy having sex with the same woman before. There was a flashflood of doubt and discomfort for a few moments before he managed to set them aside. He didn't think he had anything to worry about from Dave sexually. The guy had never said anything about being bi-sexual and he'd certainly never given off that vibe. Who really cared If Dave was at one end of Bev while John was at the other? As long as John had his cock in Bev's hungry mouth or wet pussy, he didn't much care what Dave did with his own dick... as long as he kept it away from John. "Okay," John said, setting up his tee shot. "Text her and let her know I'll be following you home." Then he had an afterthought and added. "But no video this time, okay?"

Dave laughed out loud at John's sudden concern about videotape. "No..." he replied. "No videotape this time." After John's decent tee shot, Dave took his and then he texted Bev. "First half of plan executed and in place. John is following me home after we finish this last hole. Is committed to helping us set up scenario for Janet."
They were just getting to the 18th green to finish up the game when Dave's phone buzzed and vibrated to let him know he had a text. Looking at it he saw Bev's reply. "Perfect! I've been fucking horny all morning hoping he would and I can't wait to get my hands on Janet!"

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John's wife, Janet, was out for the day shopping with her mother and sister and wasn't expected home until after dinner. It was one of her usual monthly trips: she went to pick up her sister, picked up their mom, shopped all day and had dinner to close it out before taking them home and then coming home herself. So after following Dave home, John parked in his own driveway and walked over to Dave and Bev's house. Idly he thought that he probably should shower if he was going to play with Bev, but Dave hadn't said anything about that. He went to the kitchen door, which was the door the neighbor's always had used, and tapped on one of the panes of glass. Dave opened the door almost immediately and handed John an open cold beer as he invited him in.

The tension of the conversation on the golf course seemed to have been dispelled; most of it, if not all of it anyway. John saw Bev leaning against the counter with a coffee cup in her hand and wearing a very short robe. He didn't know if she had anything on underneath of it, but he was very much looking forward to seeing her naked again. His blackmail-initiated fuck with her had only been a few days before and he clearly remembered her body and how good she looked, not to mention how good she tasted, gave head and rode his cock. Dave could tell that John was still a little nervous so as he handed him the beer and invited him in he said, "Glad you could come over, buddy. Bev's been really eager for this all morning."

"That's a good thing, I guess," said John, still not sure what he should say or do... or how any of this was going to begin.

"You guess?" asked Dave with a chuckle. "Has your memory gone so bad you can't remember just a few days ago?"

John began to relax and chuckle then a little bit himself. "No... my memory is fine and the memories from a few days ago are awesome."

"Do you want to shower to freshen up, John?" Bev asked.

"That would be good," replied John. Bev smiled brightly at his answer and then turned to Dave.

"Baby, unless you mind, I'm going to take John into our master shower and help him get cleaned up. Do you mind showering in the hall bath?"

"Not at all, sexy," replied Dave with a smile. His wife was such a vixen and he loved it. The surprised look on John's face was memorable as well. He couldn't believe that Bev had just said she was going to get in the shower with him while her husband used a different shower. The entire scene was outrageous to him but he could already feel his cock hardening as he thought about being naked in the shower with Bev.

"Bring your beer," Bev told John, reaching her hand out and taking his when he reached out. She pulled him out of the kitchen as she told Dave over her shoulder, "We'll see you in our bedroom when we're all fresh and clean!" Without waiting for a response Bev pulled John down the hallway and into the master bedroom, setting her coffee cup down and then pulling the tie on her robe. John was treated to the sight of her naked body as she shrugged the robe off and through it on the chest that sat at the end of the bed. Naked, Bev turned to John and started to pull his polo shirt off over his head, but had to wait a second for him to set down his beer. Once his hands were empty she went about getting him naked and he helped by unbuckling his belt and kicking off his shoes. Squatting down in front of him, Bev grabbed his pants and underwear together and pulled them down, pushing them to the floor and holding them as he stepped out. He pulled off his socks and then was as naked as she was.

Once again taking him by the hand, Bev led John into the master bathroom and to the huge walk in shower. It was easily big enough for six or more people to stand in and had three different showerheads that John could see. Standing him in the middle of the shower, Bev set about getting all three showerheads flowing water and getting the temperature right. Then she grabbed a bar of soap, lathered her hands well, rubbed it across his chest, shoulders and arms, and then handed it to him. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with it as her hands seemed to be washing everywhere she had just rubbed the soap... and then he felt her hands down in his groin. His cock jumped at her touch and she smiled as she felt it. "Oh, good," she said grinning. "You ARE happy to see me." Her hands gently caressed around, up and down his cock and carefully cupped his balls to massage them and get them soaped up as well. When she seemed to be done, she maneuvered him so that he was in two of the three showerhead streams and the soap began to rinse away. As he stood there, Bev moved around behind him and soaped up his back, making sure she lathered has ass as well and running her hands between his butt cheeks. The gentle touch of her fingers rubbing lather across his puckered backdoor was a surprise but not an unpleasant one. In fact, it felt quite good and an involuntary moan escaped him before he could stop it.

By the time Bev was done with his back, his front was well rinsed and she turned him around so his back could be rinsed as well. Handing him back the soap Bev said, "You do whatever else you think needs done, but make sure you get all the sweat out of your hair and off your neck. SOME salty taste is nice, but too much can ruin a moment." He nodded his understanding and moved to put his head under the shower, only to jump with surprise when Bev knelt down in front of him and engulfed his almost fully erect length in her mouth. That was the moment that Dave came into the master bathroom and could see them through the slightly steamy glass walls of the shower. Dave chuckled at the surprised look on John's face but got turned on by seeing his wife being so aggressive. She wasn't like that very often and when she really let go to get what she wanted, it was a hugely exciting moment for Dave. How own cock was almost fully hard and he idly stroked it as he watched his wife bob her head up and down the length of John's manhood, one hand massaging his balls while the other kept a grip on his ass. She didn't stop until John announced that he felt he was done rinsing and then she popped off so fast Dave thought he felt the air pressure in the room change.

Bev turned off the shower and stepped out ahead of John who still seemed awkward naked in front of Dave even though Dave was equally naked and shamelessly stroking his cock. He stopped long enough to hand Bev and John towels and then said, "See y'all in bed." John enjoyed the view of Bev's naked body as she dried herself off and then he watched her ass wiggle as she sashayed out of the room. He finished drying off as quick as he could and followed her. As he stepped into the master bedroom he saw Dave lying on his back, his cock standing tall and his hand gently stroking it. Bev was climbing onto the bed on the near side, her face heading toward Dave's erect member and her butt up in the air.

As Bev got into position to suck her husband, she looked over her shoulder at John, gave her hips an extra wiggle and said, "Want a taste?" John wasn't about to say no but he didn't verbalize an answer as he knelt next to the bed, positioning himself so that he was eye-level with her shaven sex. As she lowered her mouth around Dave's manhood, John got a handful of ass cheek with either hand, pulled them apart and stretched his tongue toward her wetness.

Bev steadily worked her husband's throbbing cock, tasting his precum and using her tongue to provide added friction as her lips sucked and circled his length. Behind her, John ran his tongue up and down her slit, from rosebud to clit, dipping into her honeypot on each pass and stopping occasionally to give her clit a suck / extra licking. As he continued his attentions he realized that Bev's body was moving more erratically in response to his tongue on her clit and thought she might be building toward an orgasm. He focused his attention in, sucking her clit between his lips and lashing it with his tongue. His perception had been right and soon she was loudly moaning around Dave's dick as her pussy creamed and her hips jerked against John's working mouth. He kept up his efforts until she seemed to be coming down from her orgasm and then he backed off. Even as he did so Bev pulled completely away and moved to straddle her husband.

John watched in amazement as Bev kept hold of Dave's dick, shiny with her spit and his precum, and aimed it at her wet pussy. Without any pause she lined it up and sat down on it, her sex accustomed to his size so she could take the length of it in a single downward motion. She sat down on Dave and then looked over at John who had stood up, his own hand on his cock watching as she began to rock on her husband. Looking over her shoulder at him, Bev gestured to the space next to she and Dave on the bed. "Come lay over here," she said, patting the bed. "Keep jerking that cock for me while you watch me use Dave's dick."

Without waiting for John to respond, Bev started working her pussy on Dave's cock, grinding her hips down and around before riding up and down on it. John laid down where Bev had indicated, essentially next to Dave, and watched her pussy clutch the cock she was enjoying. It felt weird to him to be stroking himself in front of Dave but he kept his focus on Bev and her body and continued to stroke as she had told him to. He could see her eyes watching him and his cock was certainly at full mast. His precum was flowing and it was useful as lube as his hand stroked slowly up and down his length.

A few minutes later Bev's eyes closed and her head fell back and the movement of her hips on her husband got more desperate. Soon after that it was clear she was in the throws of another orgasm, her pussy making squelchy noises as her wetness gripped and slid around on Dave's cock. When she came down from it, she leaned down, kissed Dave and then raised herself off his shaft. With little to no hesitation she moved to reposition herself over John, took his cock out of his hand and straddled it just as she had Dave. Not slowing down, she sank her hot wetness onto him, full length again in a single stroke, and ground her hips down on him. As Bev began to ride John's cock, just as she had several days before, Dave took his pussy-slicked cock in hand and began stroking it as he watching his wife work their neighbor's manhood.

As Bev rode John's length she reached up to grasp and squeeze her boobs, but John quickly reached up to take over that task. Leaning forward, Bev pulled up on his head, encouraging him to suck a nipple into his mouth and moaning loudly when he gently bit the hard nub. He worked her boobs back and forth, alternating his attention on each, licking, nibbling, pinching and pulling on her nipples as he caressed her breasts and loving how her pussy felt as it milked his cock up and down. After another several minutes of riding him she came again, looking and sounding exactly as she had when she came on Dave: her eyes closed, her head fell back and her hips moved in a jerky fashion as her pussy spasmed around his length.

After her orgasm had passed she got off of John, but instead of remounting Dave she positioned herself with her ass aimed at Dave and her mouth engulfing John's length, tasting her pussy on him as she licked and sucked his shaft, twirling her tongue around the sensitive swollen knob of his cockhead. Dave knew what she wanted and positioned himself behind her, feeding his hardness into her pussy, grasping her hips and beginning to fuck her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against her ass as he used her pussy for his pleasure.

As Dave fucked her, John could feel her mouth and hands bringing him toward orgasm and, never having been in the situation before, didn't know what he should do. Was a warning appropriate? Little did he know that Bev was experienced enough she already knew. She increased the tightness of her hand around the bottom half of his length as her mouth sucked harder on the upper half. His cock soon swelled with his climax and he couldn't hold back his groans as he came. Rope after thick hot rope of cum spurted into Bev's hungry mouth as her hand milked him and stroked in perfect time to maximize his pleasure... and his load delivery.

Dave could see and hear what was happening and the fact that his wife was so hungrily sucking a load of cum out of another man's cock did for him what it always did: his climax set in and he planted his cock as deep into his wife's pussy as he could reach. Holding her hips firmly back against him, and with his length stretched as far into Bev as he could manage, Dave let loose with a flood of cum, scalding the already hot walls of his wife's sex with his even hotter load of jism. His cock pulsed and spat, delivering one of his larger amounts of ejaculate in recent weeks.

Bev came one last time as her pussy clamped around Dave's shaft and when her mouth fell open to release her loud moan of pleasure, all of John's cum spilled from it onto him... streaming down his cock or splattering on his belly and balls. When her orgasm passed and Dave was no longer pounding her, she realized what she'd done and immediately bent to suck all of John's cum back in, swallowing it as fast as she could lick and suck it up. John's wife Janet was hesitant at best to swallow his cum, much less let him cum in her mouth, so this was a rare treat for him and he enjoyed every minute of it.

When Bev had finished sucking him clean she rolled over onto her back, positioned between the two men who she had both pleasured and used so thoroughly, and completely relaxed in her sexual exhaustion. Dave looked over at John and saw the smile on his face. Dave could understand. His wife was an awesome sex machine and she had certainly proven how well she could handle two men. But there were other things on Dave's mind as well.

"So," he said, looking at John. "We have an agreement and we expect you to fulfill your end of it." He made sure John was looking at him and he had his full attention. "Bev will work out the details with you and you'll help us set up Janet for a seduction attempt." John nodded his understanding. Dave nodded back and then said, "You can use our shower again if you want. Playtime for today is over." John nodded his understanding again and sat up.

Looking down at Bev John gently laid a hand on her stomach and said, "Thank you. That was fantastic."

"My pleasure," she smiled up at him. Reaching her fingers down into her drenched sex she lazily stroked her slit, watching as John's eyes followed her hand. "But if you ever want to enjoy this pussy again," Bev said in a much colder tone, "you'll make sure you keep your end of the bargain."

John looked her in the eye and said, "I will." Bev nodded and jerked her head toward the bathroom, indicating he should go on and get showered. While John got showered, soaping and rinsing the smell of sex off his body, Bev and Dave just laid quietly, touching each other gently, caressing where they could reach and enjoying the fresh memories of another hot sexual experience.

When John came out of the bathroom he dressed himself quietly and then said, "Thanks again," as he started out the bedroom door. Before going out he added, "I'll be sure to come through." That innuendo left both Bev and Dave giggling as John left their house. They spent the rest of the day relaxing after showering together. That night they fell asleep, naked as was their custom, and snuggled together, both of them thinking about what they planned to do with Janet if they were successful in their seduction.