Following posting of Chapter 2 of this story a number of readers expressed dismay at not getting the details of what happened between June and Herman following the couples romp in the back yard. I hadn't planned to write another chapter, but for those who want to know, here is another chapter focused on June's "Film at 11."
Film at 11! God I couldn't wait. As my wife June and I drove back to our home in Atlanta that evening all I could think about was the "Film at 11" June had promised. My dick was about half engorged as I spun out one fantasy after another about what might be in Film at 11. June however was curled up in the passenger seat sleeping soundly for the full duration of our two-hour drive.
What was in Film at 11? What I expected was a video of my sexy wife fucking a huge black cock that belonged to my brother in law, the Baptist preacher. We had just spent the night with June's familyβher father (also a Baptist preacherβwe called him Rev), her mother, her horny sister, Clarisse, and Clarisse's husband, Herman, also a Baptist minister and owner of the large black cock which I believed to be the star of Film at 11. We had always viewed June's family to be so sexually repressed by their strong religious views that they might as well have taken a vow of chastity. Wow, were we wrong!
We had driven up to June's parents' house in rural Georgia the afternoon before, expecting a monumentally dull evening with her family. It turned out to be anything but what we had expected. The six of us had finished off at least a gallon and a half of cheap wine after which the parents walked out of the dinning room with Mom fondling Rev's ass.
During dinner, Clarisse had been discretely fondling my cock, while Herman was quietly finger fucking my slutty wife who had neglected to wear any panties. After the parents retired and a couple of joints were shared amongst the youngsters, the four of us had swapped wives, first for a group fuck out behind the house and then for the remainder of the evening. June had told me that she had used her cell phone to record her fuck-fest, as she called it, with Herman. She referred to this recording as "Film at 11" and promised to show it to me when we got home.
As we pulled into our driveway June blinked her eyes awake, saying, "Oh, are we home?"
"That's where we are sleepy head. Now when do I get to see Film at 11?"
"Oh God, not now. I'm worn out from last night. Lets have a cocktail, and I'll order in Chinese. I know you, you horn dog. You'll watch that video and just want to fuck me."
"And that's bad, why?" I asked.
"Because I'm worn out." She stirred as she spoke and said, "Oh, I'm sore too. Damn, that Herman was really something. I wonder where my sister found him."
"You sound truly satiated," I said as we walked into our living room."
"Oh, yes. I am," she said as she curled up on the couch. "Really and truly satis . . fied." Her words trailed off as she drifted off into sleep. I scooped her up and tucked her into bed, still fully clothed.
I could see that there was going to be no Film at 11 tonight. Really a shame. Damn, I was horny. I wasn't sure why. After all, I had spent a goodly portion of the prior evening fucking Clarisse. As I poured myself a drink and sat down in an easy chair I thought about the things Clarisse and I had done. My God that woman was a sex fiend. Well, really no worse than her sister June.
I sat in the chair savoring my scotch, my mind cycling between replaying the sex I had with Clarisse the night before and speculating on what went on between June and Herman. As I thought about what had happened and might have happened I could feel my dick swelling. What the Hell, I thought; June isn't going to wake up. I released my belt and trouser fastenings and pulled my now pretty damn hard prick out so I could begin to stroke it. As I idly stroked it, I focused more and more on what Herman and June might have done.
Then I had an idea. Hell, June's out for the night and her cell phone is right over there in her purse on the couch. Nah, I really shouldn't, I told myself. She'll show me tomorrow.
As I continued to slowly stroke my now rigid cock, all I could think about was what might be on that cell phone, nestled in June's purse just a few feet away. It's funny. When sex is involved, the more you tell yourself it's wrong to do something, the more you want to do it anyway.
Finally I told myself she would never know, and I stood up and walked to the purse. It was a big purse and I had to root around in all the junk she had in it for a while before I found the phone.
I pulled it out, walked back to my chair, and stared at the phone for a while, trying to decide what to do. By this time I was so horny that my dick was doing the thinking, and I so wanted to see my wife fucking Herman's big black dick. I clicked the power button and then had to root around in her system for a while to find the video, but it was there.
I started to open it and then I had a better idea. I e-mailed a copy of the video to myself and put the phone back in the purse where I had found it, after erasing the e-mail from her sent messages list. I know, nothing is ever really gone from our digital world, but why make things easier than they have to be. Next I walked over to the other side of the room to replenish my drink.
Tucking my still erect cock back in my trousers, I walked downstairs and opened up my desktop computer. Sure enough there was my e-mail and the video. Before I settled down in my desk chair I stripped off my trousers. My dick was so excited about what it hoped we were about to see that it was poking out of my boxers. I sat down, drink in one hand and the computer mouse in the other. I took a long pull on the drink, set it down, and devoted that hand to the stroking of my dick, now pretty much fully escaped from the confinement of my boxers. The other hand used the mouse to start the video. My big computer screen was a much better idea than trying to watch it on my wife's phone.
When the video opened up Herman was stretched out naked on the bed with that huge dick of his about half inflated. It was lying across one of his thighs. I could hear them talking.