The Stiletto Pt. 03: Saturday

I woke up to the feeling of something rubbing against my face. I opened my eyes and looked up to see a blurry face framed between two blurry breasts.

"Wake up, my love."

My view slowly came into focus, and my wife smiled down at me, as she rubbed her cock against my face. She was already hard, and I could feel her cock leave a wet trail of precum on my face. My nostrils picked up on her cock the faint aroma of my ass, where it had found a home just a few hours ago. Hoarsely, Gabrielle ordered: "Suck my cock, baby, I'm so horny, I can't stand it."

I stuck out my tongue and Gabrielle wiped the tip of her cock on it. I tasted her salty precum, intermixed with the musky flavor of my ass.

"Again?" I feigned shock. I was just kidding, of course, I knew how much of a sex machine my wife was.

"Yes, I need it so bad, baby. Make me cum."

Gabrielle helped me prop myself up into a better position for me to fellate her.

As I began to work on my wife's beautiful cock, she laughed: "I just love a good blowjob in the morning!"

Then she added: "I invited Zara for a swim this morning, is that ok, honey?"

"Of course, love, I like Zara very much."

"Lovely!"

"Do you think she's hot?"

"Of course!"

"She's really hung, you know..."

"Yes, my love, that's what they say. And anyway, I can sometimes see the bulge under her clothes."

"So you look?"

"Of course, can you blame me?"

Gabrielle laughed. "Of course not, my love. Who wouldn't?"

After a moment of thought: "That's her biggest problem, actually; hiding it, you know."

"Well, it only really shows when she wears those skin-tight jeans and bodycon dresses that she seems to like so much. With loose dresses and skirts, it doesn't show. She could do a better job of hiding it."

"Actually, I think she likes to show off her bulge sometimes. It's empowering for her. You know how she is about trans rights and all that."

"Yes, that makes sense."

Gabrielle interrupted our conversation: "I'm gonna cum, honey, don't waste a drop, ok?"

With my mouth full of cock, I mumbled a "no."

My wife suddenly jerked her body, and I tasted her semen filling my mouth.

"Thank you, my love, you're such a good boy!" Gabrielle leaned down to kiss me wetly, her tongue rolling around in my mouth, lapping up her cum.

"I do taste good, don't I?"

"Yes, you do. I love the taste of your cum, always so fresh and sweet."

My wife smiled.

Aricely made us breakfast and announced that she would be taking off later for the weekend.

As we were finishing breakfast, the doorbell rang.

"That must be Zara!" exclaimed Gabrielle

"I'll get it; you finish your breakfast," responded Ari.

She hurried off to get the door.

Gabrielle and I could hear Aricely and Zara exchanging niceties, followed by the clickety clack of Zara's heels on the marble floor as they approached the kitchen.

"I know I've said this a thousand times, but that floor of yours is a fucking mirror. I looked down and I could see my thong! Don't people complain?"

"Most of our guests think it's sexy," explained Gabrielle.

What do you think?" Zara asked Aricely. "Everybody seeing your panties?"

"I don't mind, I agree that it's sexy."

Zara was wearing a tiny yellow print deep V-neck halter dress with no bra, making her large breasts jiggle under the fabric with her every move. White strappy six-inch platform sandals completed her outfit. As she leaned down to kiss Gabrielle and me, her breasts nearly fell out of her dress.

Zara sat next to Gabrielle in an empty chair, and accepted a cup of coffee from Aricely.

"Are you going to spend the day with us?" Zara inquired of Ari.

"No, sorry, sweetie, I'm taking off after I clean up. I have a busy weekend ahead of me!"

"That's too bad, it would be lovely if you could stay."

My wife and I agree wholeheartedly, but we understood that Aricely also had a life outside our home, no matter how welcoming our home was.

"Of course," agreed Zara.

Aricely didn't want us to sit around the table after we were done, and she shooed us off so she could clean up in peace.

Gabrielle, Zara, and I thanked her and left. From the hallway, we walked out onto the back porch/pool patio. It was beautiful in the hot morning sun, the water in the pool quietly shimmering as it reflected the sun's rays. The patio was surrounded with beautiful flowers and trees all around.

"I just love what you did with the pool, it's so beautiful!" exclaimed Zara as we walked the length of the patio. Although she had been a frequent guest at our home, this was the first we had her over since redoing the patio, pool house and swimming pool. It had been an expensive and messy project, but Gabrielle and I were delighted with the result. So too--apparently--was Zara.

The pool house, framed by a group of large trees, was at the far end of the patio, beyond the swimming pool, itself consisting of a sun shelf, the pool proper to one side, and a hot tub/spa opposite the sun shelf.

"You can change in the pool house," I offered Zara,

"Thanks," she answered simply.

When we reached the covered patio in front of the pool house, Zara casually slipped out of her dress and placed it neatly on one of the chairs. She left her heels on.

"Ready," she announced. She was left wearing only a hot pink metallic thong bottom with a wide front, her large cock and balls straining mightily against the shiny fabric.

Her large breasts had nipple piercings just like my wife's, and below the right breast, following the underboob curvature, was tattooed the legend "An Original Gerifakas." Dr. Gerifakas, a well-known cosmetic surgeon in the transgender community, was a good friend of ours, a regular at "The Stiletto," and the artist behind most our friends'--and my wife's--breasts. Any other feminization surgeries were for other surgeons to handle. Dr. Gerifakas only did tits.

Gabrielle and I had assumed we'd all be proper and wear our bathing suits, but Zara's carefree behavior did away with such ideas. My wife went into the pool house and returned with a bikini bottom and my thong in hand. She handed me my suit and undressed before us, leaving her dress, thong, and bra on one of the chairs. She slipped on her lime-green string bikini thong, redid the knots of the bikini strings, and then carefully packed her cock and balls into the stretchy fabric of the bikini's front triangle.

"Aren't you going to change, honey?" It was more an admonishment than a question.

I quickly undressed and donned my black thong.

"I just adore your bikini, love, is it new?" Zara marveled at Gabrielle's bathing suit. "The contrast with your tan is just amazing!"

"Thank you, sweetie, but I don't think it's new. I think I've had it for some time."

"Well, I just love how it contrasts with your skin. Superhot!"

"You look absolutely delicious too, sweetheart!" responded Gabrielle. "I could lick your hot body all day!"

"Maybe I'll let you!" laughed Zara.

We all laughed.

"Let me get a good look at this amazing pool!" We walked to the pool and stood by the edge at the deep end.

Without warning, Zara pulled down her bikini bottom, and holding her magnificent cock up at an angle, let go a powerful stream of piss that shimmered in the bright morning sun, and formed an arc that hit the water's surface some seven feet away. I was pretty sure that pissing into your host's swimming pool would never be seen as appropriate, but neither Gabrielle nor I felt offended in any way. As my wife had explained to me many times before, Zara was as alpha as you could get, and to me her pissing into our pool signaled pure, unadulterated sexual power, a sexual power that anyone would simply have to submit to.

I have always described my wife's cock as perfect. I love its shape and size, but even more than that, I love that my wife loves her cock and loves using it to give pleasure to herself and others. Some trans women have mixed feelings about that thing hanging between their legs, some even dislike it. Not my wife. She didn't always love it, but she learned to do so, and I am forever thankful that she did. Curving upward ever so slightly when hard, not too veiny, crowned by a well-proportioned purplish circumcised head, a good six inches when erect, over one and a half inches across (almost five inches of girth), it was more than enough cock to satisfy any human being.

But I had to admit, Zara's cock was a sight to behold. Soft in her hand, as she peed so carefree, it must have measured over six inches, and about two inches in diameter. No telling how big it would get when hard. She could not close her fingers around the slightly veiny shaft, the large purplish circumcised head in perfect proportion to the cock's shaft. Her balls, the size of small apples, hung low in their soft, wrinkly scrotum in the morning heat of early summer.

Zara was a "low-hanger," I remembered Gabrielle describing her friend's balls to me.

Zara turned to smile at us as she urinated into the pool, proud of her achievement.

As we watched Zara piss, my wife slipped a finger down the back of my thong, and gently caressed my anus.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" I knew she was referring to Zara's cock.

"Oh, yes!"

Gabrielle got down before her friend and took her cock in her mouth. It hardened quickly and I could see Zara's cock in its full splendor. Although I could not tell exactly, of course, I guessed it must have been over seven inches long, maybe seven and a half. Gabrielle turned to look at me to make sure I was watching, and smiled. I dropped my thong and began stroking my cock. My wife couldn't take all of Zara in her mouth but she did her best, alternating between licking the shaft and head lovingly. Zara threw her head back and allowed her cock to be worshipped, as I was sure it always was when anyone came face to face with it.

"Let's go inside," Gabrielle suddenly got up.

She took Zara and me by the hand and led us to the glass door leading into the house. Once inside, the cool air of the central air-conditioning washed over our naked bodies, and the three of us headed down the marble-floored hallway to the master bedroom.

Aricely was just leaving as we walked in. She was very nicely dressed in a low-cut black bodycon minidress and black heels. A conservative, and I would add, drab, dresser, when I first met her, with my help, and more recently with Gabrielle's, Aricely had learned to dress sexy, not too slutty, but definitely sexy. I felt it was important that she dress nicely, and on top of her regular salary, I paid for all of Ari's wardrobe. Any clothes she wanted, she got.

Aricely's eyes locked onto Zara's erect cock. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I'm impressed!"

Zara grinned.

"Have a lovely weekend, dears, I'll see you Monday morning!"

"We'll tell you all about it!" exclaimed Gabrielle.

We bade Ari goodbye and wished her a pleasant weekend.

Ever so thoughtful, Aricely had left our bed ready for play: pillows neatly arranged, bed covers removed and carefully folded on the sofa by the large window, a bottle of lube on each night stand, and a few folded towels on one corner of the king size bed.

Zara, Gabrielle, and I began kissing wetly and fell on the bed, where we formed a mass of hot humanity, smooth skin gliding on smooth skin, smoothness interrupted only by hard cocks that refused to be ignored.

The three of us sat up on the bed to "get organized." Zara, apparently for the first time getting a good look at my four-inch cock, exclaimed: "Oh, look at the little fella!" She giggled, "It's so cute! I love it!" She lovingly caressed my erect "little fella," long nails gently scraping the skin.

Looking at Gabrielle, Zara asked: "Can I fuck him?"

"Of course, sweetie!"

Zara thanked her profusely, and to me: "I've wanted to take that tight little ass of yours since the first time I saw you!"

"I must warn you, though, he's really tight," my wife grew serious.

"I imagine!" Zara took my face in her hands, and looking intently into my eyes said: "I'll be gentle, I promise" Then she laughed. "Yours is not the first tight ass that I make mine, sweetie, believe you me!"

Zara stood up, her hard cock in front of my face. "Show me how much you want my cock!"

I leaned forward to suck it. She pulled away before I could reach it, and then she slapped my face a few times with it.

"Give the tip a little kiss. Just the tip."

I did as she ordered.

She slapped my face with her cock a few more times.

"Show me how much you love my cock, honey!"

I started sucking and licking her amazing cock.

My wife held me from behind, and slipped a finger in my ass as I sucked her friend.

"Show Zara how much you love her cock, baby," she whispered in my ear.

Zara guided me as I worshipped her monster tool:

"Suck my balls one by one. Try to put it in your mouth." I couldn't, it was too big. "Lick me just under the head. Yes, right there, do that some more. Yes, flick your tongue like that. Now swallow as much of my cock as you can. Good boy. Ok, now just the head, just put the head in your mouth and work it with your tongue. Run your tongue from my balls to the head. Yes, that's it, that's it. You're such a good boy, such a good boy! Gaby, love, you are such a lucky girl! Jim is a wonderful cock sucker! And so obedient!"

"Thank you, honey!" Gabrielle responded.

"I want your ass," she demanded after a while.

"Get on all fours baby, so Zara can fuck you."

"Ok."

My wife got behind me, and began to tongue my exposed ass. "I'm going to open him up a little for you, ok?"

Zara nodded, "sure, honey."

Gabrielle lubed up a couple of fingers and began working them in and out of my rectum. Three, then four fingers, in and out, round and round, as my sphincter loosened up. I moaned quietly.

"He's so excited, he's leaking precum almost like he's peeing!" shrieked Zara in delight.

"Are you excited, baby?" my wife asked me, as if she couldn't tell.

Gabrielle's fingers made slushy noises, soaked in the thick anal lube, as she maneuvered them in and out of my hole.

"I think he's ready."

I felt something cold in my rectum, and I figured my wife had dumped a big glob of lube into me.

"Let me lube you up," she offered to help her friend.

I couldn't see much, but I could tell my wife was running her hands up and down Zara's cock, applying a generous amount of lube.

"Remember, he's really tight, I don't want you to hurt him."

"As I said, I've fucked a zillion tight asses, don't you worry, I know how to be gentle," Zara sounded a little hurt.

"Sorry."

"No worries, sweetie."

Gabrielle took Zara's cock, still a little fearful, and guided it to my gaping asshole.

Zara pushed gently into me; the head slipped in easily. She waited for a minute to make sure my ass wouldn't spasm, and when it didn't, she began pushing in slowly. I did not resist at all. In less than a minute, my rectum had taken every inch of Zara's massive fuck tool.

"How does it feel, baby," my wife wanted to make sure I was okay.

"So nice," I sighed. "I'm feeling really full, but it feels very nice."

"I'm so proud of you, baby. Zara is up to her balls in you. You took all of Zara's cock, and just like that!" She tried to snap her fingers, but they were all slimy with lube, and didn't make a noise. She and Zara thought that was funny and started giggling.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing, honey, I just tried to snap my fingers but couldn't." They giggled some more.

"Are you ready?" Zara wanted to know if she could start fucking me.

"Yes, just do it slowly."

"Of course, sweetie, very slowly. You let me know if you feel any discomfort, okay?"

"Yes."

With her cock now all the way in me, Zara reached around to fondle my dick.

"Don't play with his dick, sweetie, he'll cum a lot harder if you don't."

"He cums hands-free?"

"Always."

"Oh wow! I love it, that's so hot, super sexy!" Zara was impressed.

Zara began pumping her cock in and out of my rectum, very slowly, and only a few inches with each thrust, allowing my sex to adapt to her.

My wife sat back to watch the show, and slowly stroked her cock: "so beautiful, so beautiful!" she murmured.

"Can we change positions?" Zara wanted to know.

"I think we'd better stick with doggy for today," Gabrielle explained. "Less pressure on his rectum from his other organs."

"Good point," agreed Zara.

My wife gently caressed my buttocks, back, and belly as Zara fucked me.

"Tell Jim how big your cock is, love."

"Seven point thirty eight inches long, measured from the top, two point two inches in diameter, or six point nine inches in girth," Zara recited from memory. Somebody had gone out of their way to take accurate measurements!

Zara held firmly onto my hips and picked up her pace, increasing the speed and stroke of her fucking.

"Honey, you must be really full of cock, your dick's gone soft!" my wife exclaimed. And to Zara: "he can't even hold an erection, he's so stuffed!"

"I'm gonna cum," I was barely able to whisper.

"Let me catch your cum, baby," my wife said. She cupped one hand under my cock, careful not to touch it, hoping to catch my load. Moaning quietly, I suddenly ejaculated, my cock and balls shaking with every spurt.

Gabrielle caught most of the first jet of cum, and held it carefully in her hand.

"Do you need me to pull out, love?" I wasn't sure who Zara was asking.

"No, just slow down for a minute to let him recover."

Zara stopped pumping completely, her cock resting deep inside me.

"Let me know when you want me to start again, okay, honey?"

My wife offered her hand to Zara to lick. "Very sweet, I love it! I can tell you lead a healthy life!" Zara laughed, after she had licked Gabrielle's hand clean.

"Fuck me," I whispered, letting Zara know I was ready for her to go again. She began slowly, and worked up her rhythm gradually, fucking me harder and faster, but keeping her promise to be gentle.

"I'm close to cumming," Zara announced, out of breath, after a while. "Where do you want my cum."

"Where do you want to cum, love?" Gabrielle came back.

Zara quickened her thrusting into my bowels. Breathing hard, and struggling to speak: "He's your husband; you tell me where you want my cum. And hurry, I'm about to lose it!"

"In his mouth," Gabrielle blurted out.

Zara quickly pulled out of my rectum, her magnificent tool was red and shiny, dripping lube and ass juice, its large purple head larger and a deeper shade of purple than I remembered.

"Stick your tongue out for me, sweetheart," Zara instructed me. She placed the head of her cock on my tongue, and asked me "do you want to eat my cum?"

"Yes, please feed me your cum!"

"Look at my balls, sweetie. See how big they are? I cum a lot; are you sure you can eat it all?"

"I'll do my best."

Gabrielle assured her, "he's a really good boy, he'll eat it all, I'm sure."

Zara laughed. "Don't disappoint me, okay?"

Zara let go, jet after jet after jet of thick white cream erupted from her magnificent organ, her low hanging balls jerking up and down in their scrotum, right in front of my face, flooding my mouth and throat.

With her jerking motions, some jets of cum missed my waiting mouth, a good amount coating my face and hair. Still, my mouth was full.

I kept my mouth open, my head thrown back, to show off the load I had caught, waiting for instructions on what to do next.

"You can swallow it all, baby, it's all for you! There's more where that came from!" exclaimed Zara.

I closed my mouth, swirled Zara's semen around for as long as I could, enjoying the delicious warm taste, and swallowed her load a little at a time. Meanwhile Gabrielle and Zara licked the rest of Zara's cum off my face.

"Can you go again?" Gabrielle asked Zara.