Porn theater, conclusion

Brenda is not a small girl, at about 5'6" and an athletic 120 lbs, and I'm not a little guy either at 6'2" and 195lbs, but Ron was about 2 or 3 inches taller than me, and easily 30 lbs heavier, and it appeared to be all muscle.Well, muscle and cock, I suppose.
As he leaned his hard, tanned body over her smaller, lithe, alabaster form, he looked huge, in every respect. From where I stood at the foot of the bed I watched as he used one hand to position the fat head of his cock at her cum and saliva soaked pussy, and then began to slowly pushinto her, very slowly until his big balls were mashed against her ass, and she was gasping out another orgasm.
With her feet up over his shoulders, I had a full view as he began to slowly take long deep strokes, pumping faster and faster as her orgasms rocked through her body, wave after wave. I had my hard cock in my hand, just squeezing it because I knew that if I stroked it at all it would be all over.
I watched his thick shaft, shiny with my wifes juices, disappear into her body over and over. I was in misery, I was aroused, I loved that she was obviously enjoying this, but I hated that she was obviously enjoying this.

I felt left out, but was thrilled by her powerful orgasms. Just when I felt that he must cum soon, he pulled out of her and stood up, his huge gleaming cock thrusting out in front of him. How I wished I had a cock like that, one that could do to my wife what he was doing.
She lay on the bed, in spasms, both hands clenched over her pussy, and I heard her gasp "Jesus, I can't stop cumming!", as another paroxysm shook her.
He looked at me, cock in hand, and said "looks like you enjoyed that", and I think I grumred something like "Yeah, but not as much as you". He just laughed, and turned back to Brenda. He said "Come on get up, we have to do something with this one. He makes me nervous standing behind my ass with a hard on".
Brenda stood up, shaky, and came over to me. She used her foot to push my pants down to my ankles and stood on them as I stepped out, then pulled my shirt off. I stood there as naked now as the two of them, but was not proud of my cock this close to his giant meat. I had never felt bad about my 6.5" before, but I truly did now.
Ron dragged the wooden desk chair over to the foot of the bed and told me to sit. I did, the hard wood cold against my bare ass, back, and balls. He then grabbed one of my belts off my suitcase and put it around my stomach, buckling it behind a couple of the rungmister the back of the chair behind me. I didn't like being immobilized, but I knew I could reach the buckle and undo it if I needed to. Or at least I could until my sweet wife said "We need to tie his hands down too, so he doesn't jerk his little cock".

Ron laughed and looked around, his eyes finding my running shoes, from which he quickly pulled the laces. This whole time his thick cock is sticking out almost a foot from his body, and he was not the least self conscious about parading around like that. Neither was he showing any sign of softening.
He took one lace, Brenda the other, and they pulled my wrists down and tied them to the tops of the rear legs of the chair. To do this they had to pull my arms down, ausing me to slide forward on the chair. My balls were now dangling over the front edge of the chair, my cock, still mostly hard sticking up ridiculously into the air, and the hard edge of the chair cutting a painful crease across the middle of my buttocks. They stood back, surveying their work. Brenda took my cock in one hand, and his (barely) in the other, and said "Just no comparimister".
Ron then stepped behind me and flopped his thick cock onto my right shoulder, against the side of my neck. I could smell my wifes musk on him, and feel the sticky slipperiness as he slowly rubbed his big hot cock against my neck, cheek and shoulder, his heavy balls against my back. I was so aroused, I wanted to turn my head and take him into my mouth. Brenda stood and watched, I think she wanted me to, maybe he wanted me to. I couldn't, I couldn't admit that maybe I'm bi. It felt so good though, I could feel his pulse in the base of his cock.
Brenda straddled my lap, my hard little cock probing at her wet pussy, trying and failing to enter her, and took his cock in her mouth. I stared, fascinated, as she sucked his big cock just inches from my eyes, my face, my lips. I think my mouth was making sucking motions with her, she just stared into my eyes as she sucked him, at one point stopping and pressing her hot swollen red lips to mine and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting her, tasting him. She sucked him, and I felt him tense, his cock harden, and felt , saw, and heard him start to pump an enormous load into her mouth. I swear, with his shaft right against my ear I could hear the rush of semen through his cock. Incredible!
She swallowed, then again, then started to fetish and drooled cum all over my chest. She coughed, spraying my face with saliva and cum, then pressed her mouth over mine and powerd some of his cum into my mouth, holding her lips to mine until I had to swallow. Shockingly, though the texture was odd, the taste was a pleasant almost citrus flavor, not nearly as dreadful as I might have thought!
Ron stood, still huge and erect, and picked my wife up, carrying her like a young in his arms, his cock swaying below her back, and dropped her on the bed. He pushed her legs up, got between, and drove himself into her, fucking MY DAMN WIFE hard and fast. This seemed to go on forever, he apparently able to hold off a long long time after cumming twice in the last couple of hours. They fucked like naturals, making natural noises, him on top, then doggy style with his balls slapping against her hard clit, then her on top slamming down, impaling her hard body on his enormous shaft.

Finally after what seemed like hours and was probably at least 45 minutes, he gripped her ass as she sat astride him and slammed into her, jamming her down hard to stretch around the root of his thick cock, and poured out his third big load of the night, his second into her pussy.

They collapsed, breathing heavily, as I sat, back and shoulders hurting, balls swollen, hard cock aching. I had been so wrapped up in them I didn't realize how much I was hurting. Brenda, finally becoming alert enough to sense my discomfort, stood up and came and stood in front of me. I could see her whole body was flushed, nipples swollen, thick white cum running down her thighs. She reached between her legs and brought her fingers out covered with cum. She said "look what he did", and then rubbed her cum coated fingers across my lips, thrusting them into my mouth. I sucked at them hungrily, like a baby at a teat.
She looked at my hard cock sticking out and said "You poor baby, that must hurt". She touched me - it did hurt - then lowered her hot, wet, stretched out and used pussy onto my cock. Oh my god, it was like immersing my cock into a vat of hot oil, I could feel the hot cum draining down onto my thighs and my balls. I wanted it to go on and on, but no, I added my load, by now enormous, into her already soaked pussy in less than 30 seconds. Pulse after pulse I drained myself, feeling like all my insides were melting and pouring into her. My god, I've never cum like that. I almost ******, and I know I had tears running down my cheeks. Tears of pain maybe, relief probably, offense certainly.

Later, after getting untied, we all showered together, and I did finally stroke Ron's big cock as I was allowed to wash the cum off both of them. He got hard of course, and fucked her one last time on the bathroom counter, pulling out and allowing me to stroke his climax onto her tits.
He left, and we collapsed, relaxing the relax of total exhaustion.
We've talked about and fucked to the memories of that adventure many times, and Brenda has asked to go back to Seattle with me, back to the little porn theater near Paine Field on Seattle's north side, hoping to find Ron again I'm sure. I'm kind of glad we didn't get his last name or phone number, I'm not sure I want her to see him again.

We had no more adventures to rival that one until we moved to Alabama about 8 weeks ago from Arizona, and Brenda became as fascinated with the two strong young black movers as they did with her. Let's just say they hauled more than our furniture, but that's another story...

What a story! Thank you for sharing; strainging to hear the next one. Let's say you have an asset at hand, so use it well!!

Thanks panos, I enjoyed the re-telling. While Brenda and I have talked about it in bits and pieces, and gotten very aroused, this is the first time I've ever told the whole story, in my words.
As I look back over our sexual adventures in the last 5 years or so, it seems they have gotten steadily more wild and outrageous, from sharing with a friend of mine, to swapping with some friends we'd found online, to hitting a few swing clubs, to our Seattle adventure, to her most recent bout with our mover's helpers.
I need an opinion from anyone that's been there, is this a normal pattern? Is it going to take increasingly more extreme sex to really turn our cranks?
In our late 30's, we're probably a little old for too much craziness! Anyhow, your input would be appreciated.
By the way, I weigh 195 lbs, not 1905 as I so ineptly typed!

Hot story, thanks for sharing!