“Good to know,” he said, and he continued.
“Such a nice big cock,” Erica said, as her ebony black feet encased in her mocha-coloured nylons moved up and down on my eight-inch cock that had a nice left-hand swerve to it.
“Eight inches?” Tracy gasped, that being almost double the size of her ex-asshole’s.
“No way,” Tori said, imagining eight inches in her mouth… or her pussy… or her ass… or all three, over time.
“Eight and a quarter inches, actually,” Patrick shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, when he knew it was.
“Show us,” Tori demanded.
“Maybe later,” he said, glancing down at her nylon feet.
“You’re reading us a fantasy, so it must not have really happened. So do you want an actual nylon foot job?” Tori asked, wiggling her toes at him again.
“Maybe later,” he repeated, as he imagined the thrill of receiving one from any of these three beauties.
“Okay, back to your story,” Christine directed. And this time not so many details; you went a bit overboard there.”
“Thanks,” I moaned, having always known I was pretty well-endowed, although nobody but my wife had known about it in the past twenty years.
“You may come all over my feet,” she offered a minute later, as my breathing became heavier from her amazing nylon-clad foot job.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned, this feeling way too good for me to hold back much longer.
“Coat my nylons with your cum, baby,” she urged, as she furiously stroked my cock with her feet, using such smooth precision.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted, as my load shot straight up in the air like a five-star fountain.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, as she kept stroking my cock and even more cum sprayed into the air to sprinkle down on her stockinged feet.
“That was amazing,” I said, as she slowly milked out the last of my cum.
“So yummy,” she said, exhibiting wonderful flexibility by moving her cum-coated toes to her mouth and licking up some of my cum.
“I could do that,” Tori bragged, then added, “or at least I could twenty years ago.”
Everyone laughed as Patrick said, “That’s all I wrote down, although in real life being a perfect gentleman, once I’d recovered I would have made sure she was satisfied from a lengthy tongue exploration.”
“Gentle or not, you really are the perfect man, Patrick,” Tracy said.
“I try,” he shrugged, having always made sure his wife went to bed completely orgasmed.
“Well, we need some more wine and some appetizers,” Christine said.
“I am hungry right now,” Tori said, looking directly at Patrick.
“You’re always hungry, you shameless slut,” Tracy teased Tori, “but tonight, so am I,” an escalation which didn’t usually happen in the group’s flirtatious interchanges.
“Oh? You thinking tag team, or threesome?,” Tori shrugged, still giving Patrick a look that could only be taken as: ‘I want to fuck you.’
“Come and help me, Patrick,” Christine called out, rescuing him from the circling sharks.
“Sure,” Patrick said, as he went off to help her, and to escape from this high-tension situation… and en route to adjust his cock, which was seriously throbbing.
In the kitchen, Christine said, “I’m not sure you’re leaving here tonight without first getting laid.”
“Oh, we’ve been flirting like that for months,” Patrick said, even though it had never gotten nearly as blunt and tense as it was tonight.
“I think Tori has decided she’s more than willing to break her wedding vows,” Christine said, thinking she’d be just as willing to assist with Tori achieving that as Tracy apparently was.
Patrick shrugged, “It’s all just talk.”
“I’m not so sure this time,” Christine seeing a greater lust in Tori, and to a lesser extent in Tracy, than she’d ever seen in either of them before.
“Did you girls all communicate about wearing nylons just to tease me?” Patrick asked, gazing down at Christine’s red-painted toenails, looking so captivating framed in her black pantyhose.
“Yes. That was Tori’s idea,” Christine said as she finished plating the appetizers.
“I assumed as much,” he said.
“I see you like the idea,” she said, noticing him checking out her legs.
“What can I say?” he shrugged. “It’s my weakness.”
“We all have at least one weakness,” she said, handing him a tray of appetizers.
“I’m looking forward to hearing your story.”
“It will include something yours and Tori’s didn’t,” she said.
“Lesbianism?”
“Yes, including pussy licking,” she said wickedly before heading out.
“Hey, Part Two of my story would definitely have had that,” he said a bit defensively, as he followed behind her.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she teased, as they returned to the shark tank.
“About time,” Tori said. “Did you two fuck, or what?”
“Yeah, and he really banged me good,” Christine said, not at all fazed by the question.
“We were in the kitchen for four minutes max. I’d definitely last longer than that,” Patrick defended himself.
“Good to know,” Tori said as she grabbed a handful of snacks. “Christine, it’s your turn to appeal to our prurient interests.”
“Only if I get that foot massage Patrick promised,” Christine said.
“I was kidding,” he said; then added, “well, kind of.”
Christine sat down where she’d been sitting before, and snapped her fingers autocratically for Patrick to sit beside her… where Tori had been.
Patrick, being the gentleman he was, but also wanting to feel up those sexy sheer nylon-clad feet, hurried to seat himself beside her.
“Hey, that’s my spot,” Tori protested as Christine swung her feet into Patrick’s lap.
“Let’s see what kind of magic you have in those hands, Patrick,” she said before adding, “Sit down anywhere else you like Tori, it’s story time.”
“Fine, but this’d better be fucking hot,” Tori said semi-resentfully, sitting down where Patrick had been.
Patrick took Christine’s right foot into his hands as she began her story.