"The bastard's made her come," he heard the woman say, and he realized that she had managed to watch the action along with him through the crack near the hinges of the door.
"That's my husband and his latest secretary. She's a good looking girl. Not much older than our daughter."
The man now ceased his meal of young ass and leaned back, and his cock came into view. It was a short, thick member hampered by the expanse of stomach that it had to extend out from under.
"Look at that," the woman said, "I haven't seen it that hard in twenty-five years, the sonofabitch!"
Blazer felt his own dick stiffen up. Now the woman, entranced by the sight of her husband's stiff dong nearing the young girl's ass, squeezed between Blazer and the door, trying to get a better view by looking through the keyhole. But Blazer did not give way easily because he also wanted to see what was going on. As a consequence of all this, their bodies met. Her soft, well formed, well ripened ass pushed back against his young, hard, eager cock. In the other room the husband's cock was disappearing between his young secretary's legs. He grasped her by her naked hips and pulled her back toward him and he, at the same time, rested back on his haunches. He said something to her and she began to grind her hips around and up and down slowly.
"That's him all right, he's making her do all the work," the woman said. Blazer felt her reach behind and caress his cock and squeeze his balls. Ram came over and announced that he wanted to see what was going on, and after a moment the woman said, "Let the black boy look some," and she went away from the keyhole and Blazer followed, his stiff cock chilled where her warm hand had been.
"I'm not going to let him get away with this," she said watching Ram rub himself while looking through the door.
"I only came up here to give him his birthday present. I asked Ram to carry it up here for me since it's rather heavy, and since Ram occasionally does work for us at home. And we walk in here and there he is, sucking that bitch's pussy. Damn him, he always liked unusual presents. Oh, if I only had my lawyer here, or a photographer. But, come to think of it, I'm glad now that I don't. I can get back at him a better way than divorcing him. Come on. Let's break the party up!"
And after saying this, she pushed Ram away from the door and burst into the room.
"Happy birthday," she yelled and the girl was up and behind the desk in an instant, leaving the man still down on his knees. The girl watched the woman intently, not sure what was going to happen. There was no way out since the invading party was between her and the door.
"Ah, my dear," said the man grunting his way up from the floor, "Your suspicions are confirmed."
She replied, "I didn't come up here to catch you, otherwise I should have brought better witnesses and a photographer, dear." The man went over to a closet and brought out a silk robe. He put it on. The girl stayed behind the desk, immobile as a piece of furniture. The man went around and sat behind the desk and he casually reached up and began caressing the girl's backside.
"I am glad that you and I are too civilized for primitive animosities concerning informal sex, my dear," he said, and, "I assure you that this girl and others like her have made me a happier man and a better husband than I could ever have been without them."
"Indeed, I believe you. In fact I just remarked to these two gentlemen how rejuvenated you were while you were dipping into your beautiful fountain of youth. She is a lovely girl, you know. Come here, child, come from behind that desk and let me appraise you critically as I already have emotionally. You see, I am always interested in what my husband is interested in. That's how our marriage has been so successful."
The man pushed the girl gently away from him, "Go," he said. "She has a genuine, motherly interest in you. Show her what I like."
"Yes," said the woman, "there's always Christmas. Maybe Santa Claus will bring you another one, dear."
The man smiled and the girl came from behind the desk. She stood in front of it like a slave on the block.
"Pull up your dress, my dear," said the woman. The girl hesitated and the woman continued, "Oh, these two gentlemen have already seen your wares and how you use them, so there'll be no revelation to them. Only an encore. Right now, I am pleasantly disposed to you, but I hate hypocrites. You've bared your ass before, and you obviously love to fuck, so don't be demure now. We're all animals until sated. In other words, cooperate or you'll be in trouble. There are three men here and only two of us. We can't help from having a good time." She addressed the man, "Can we dear?"
The man answered, realizing for the first time what his wife had in mind. "The black too?"
"Oh him especially. I've had too much salt in my diet for years. Time to try a little pepper, although I suspect that he isn't so little. But pull up your dress, my dear, and we'll see how little you are." The girl looked desperately at the man behind the desk, and he merely said, "Go on, my dear, the experience will be good for you."
"Yes," said the woman, "I think you ought to strip down completely. Only silly school girls ruin their dresses by bunching them up around the waist."
And the man said, "Precisely."
The girl began to take off her clothes. Needless to say, Blazer watched her intently. She was a tall girl with small hips and very long legs. Her breasts were not small, but nor were they bulbous. Instead, they were shaped somewhat like a plum pudding, complete with a cherry on top. Blazer had never seen tits like those before and he wanted to suck them even more than he wanted to fuck the girl. His cock pushed against his pants; it was a pleasant sensation. The girl was completely naked. The woman asked her to turn around and she did, several times, warming up to the game. And then the woman said, "Let's see what kind of effect you have on the men, my dear. Husband, you're first, since you're the oldest. Stand up and undo your robe." The man stood up like a prize student showing off his knowledge for the visiting school board. His stubby little cock stood out straight from his pubic hairs. It was a cherry red, but he couldn't see it because of his stomach.
"Very good," said the woman, and then she turned to Blazer, "You're next, young man."
Blazer unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underpants down past his enormous hard-on. He stood there with it waving about stiffly, like a hungry serpent sticking out of a hole in a wall waiting for something edible to come by. The girl leaned back against the desk, her thighs came apart just a little, and Blazer could see that her pussy was watering. The woman spoke again to the girl, "I want you to open the next package, my dear. Go pull the nigger's cock out." The girl left the desk and went over to Ram and throughout the journey, her eyes never left the hump in his pants.
"Be careful," said the woman, "don't get the zipper caught in it. Zippers are hard to repair."
First the girl explored the hump with her hands. It was as if she were trying to decide the best approach to the problem of uncovering the meaty monster. And while she was exploring him, Ram palmed and pulled her titties. Blazer could stay idle no more. He went over to the fondling couple and stood behind the girl with his long cock almost touching her ass cheeks.
Ram had her breast monopolized so Blazer went for her snatch. He sunk one hand, from the rear, between her legs and with a "sop" plunged three fingers into her excited, well-lubricated fun hole. She purred her satisfaction at his activities and she began to unfasten Ram's clothes. To remove Ram's trousers she had to bend down slightly and this made her more accessible to Blazer's fingering. After a struggle, she managed to free the big black hose that Ram called his "bald headed champ" from the confines of Ram's pants and underwear. For a moment the woman lost her dignity and exclaimed, "Oh my God, look at that!"