I sat back breathlessly onto the sofa, Frutti climbing off John and joining me. We lay like that for a few minutes regaining our breath and calming down.

“That was bloody fantastic you two” said John “I can’t believe that just happened - it was like a fantasy I’ve had all week coming true”.

“It was lovely” replied Frutti “I’m glad you asked to join us earlier, what a night this has turned into!”

I just smiled.

Now obviously, and as some of you will know, this wasn’t our first threesome. It also wasn’t the first time my wife had been filled by another man. What was about to happen next was one of her favourite things about having had another man come inside her, something that turned her on immensely. Something she really loved me doing that reignited her sexual flame quicker than anything else.

“Lick me babes” she whispered.

I got down on my knees between her legs as she opened them wide - her cunt was glistening with a mixture of her love juices and John’s spunk, then as I moved her lips apart his seed started to leak out. I was straight down on it, hungrily licking it up as fast as it flowed, tasting the pair of them and thinking about his thick cock parting the lips I was now feasting on.

“Bloody hell mate!” I heard John say, “I’ve seen some things in my time but never had a hubby lick my sperm out of his wife before”

He moved over and sat next to Frutti as I continued, getting a better view of me cleaning up after him. I looked up and they were kissing, the first time their lips had actually met despite what had already gone on. Strong but slow passionate kissing, both tongues exploring each other’s mouths as I carried on licking her other lips.

She had his cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it. For a guy of his age he’d recovered remarkably quickly and was hardening up again.

I had my tongue up her as far as it would go, right up among the blend of their love making results,  tasting the perfect blend of the tastiest liquids I know!

I realised that a hand had joined my head between her legs, John had found the head of her clitoris and was wanking her as I licked. I looked up, her nipples were erect and full, she was panting again - she was going to come ….. she did   just that with an almighty shudder and let out a scream for us to stop …. she was writhing with the pain of us carrying on through her orgasm.

“You pair of bastards” she laughed as she said it “that was great - but it hurt - in a nice way”….

John was now rock hard again and his cock was twitching with the excitement. Frutti continued wanking it gently with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. As well as being thick and big he had one of the biggest ball bags I’ve seen, they hung so low as well - unlike mine which were a bit like my cock - small and compact.

I moved over to the chair and watched as my wife and her new lover pleasured each other - kissing again, stroking each other, taking it in turns to suck each other’s nipples, just simply enjoying each other’s bodies.

I sat watching. And wanking.

She then swung her leg over both of his and was kneeling astride him facing away from me. I watched as he guided his cock up into her again, his huge balls hanging low onto the sofa, his cock now disappeared into her.  I know from experience how she goes for it in this position - as she rises she relaxes her pelvic floor muscles allowing her movements upwards unhindered, once at the top of her stroke, as it were, she clamps like a vice around the cock that’s in her - on her downward thrust this has the effect of pulling the foreskin right back, it’s a sensational feeling that she’s perfected in this particular position. It’s difficult to last long like this as it’s such an aggressive fucking motion. John was doing his best to hold back but I knew she’d soon be draining those balls  again.

I stood up and finished myself off shooting all over her backside as she rode him, my spunk not enough to run down as I’d intended but it felt good unloading on her all the same. John was watching and it triggered his second come of the night. What a star!

We had another night cap, we got dressed and left - John was fast asleep by then - at 78 it was hardly any wonder.