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front of the cab and got in beside me. Doing that typically demonstrates that the person is harmless. I asked, "Where are we off to, chap?"

The man leant against the door, looked me up and down like I was a delicacy he just had to eat, and replied in the nasal lisp a lot of gay men affect, "Oh, dahlink. You can take me anywhere you want to."

As a taxi-driver, you get propositioned by all sorts often, so it didn't bother me in the least. I said, "You beauty! We're off to the Gold Coast." And hooked the car around into Warner Street.

"Oh, no, no!" The man lisped. "I need to go to Chermside."

I did a U-turn, explaining the traffic snarl at Herston and suggesting we went up through Albion to avoid it. He agreed but continued to eye me suggestively. Although I adore having sex with CDs and trans-girls, I'm not particularly attracted to masculine-presenting men. This person was in between. His heels suggested femininity, but his bare upper-body and lack of makeup said otherwise. However, his lascivious looks didn't affect me in either direction. They didn't attract me, nor did they turn me off. They just were.

We'd just driven over the Albion overpass when the man said, "Cabbie, may I show you something?"

"Depends what it is, chap."

With that, the man ripped open his trousers, and the largest cock I've still ever seen dropped out. It fell out of his pants like a toppling log and hit the car seat with an audible thump. I mean, this thing was as long and as thick as my forearm. I'm not talking about a fire hose here; I'm talking about a fire hydrant! Now, he's gay, right? Where do you think he's going to want to put that? Brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it, doesn't it? But I've got to admit, I was impressed. And I'm certain that if I had one that big, I'd be dropping it out at every opportunity, too.

I'd be like, "Have a look at this!" Doinngggg! "Have you seen this?" Drop, thump! "Wanna see what I've got?" Zip, thump!

So, I'm staring at this trouser python wide-eyed and shocked. I wasn't attracted to it, but I was amazed by its length and girth. I was: check I'm still safely in my lane, check the enormous cock displayed beside me, check the lane, check the cock, repeat.

The guy asked, "What do you think?"

"I've got to admit that I'm impressed," I replied.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Ahh, no thanks."

"Why not?"

"You're not quite my type."

He looked disappointed. "What would make me your type?"

I pointed at his gigantic todger and answered, "To start with, you'd have to lose that!"

The man heard that and said, "Oh!" tucked himself away and zipped up. Then he muttered, "Why do all the cute-looking cab-drivers have to be straight?"

The rest of the trip passed without incident.

Returning to the present...

The year passed, and it was close to my wife's birthday again, and I didn't know what to buy her. It's another effect of aging. We have money, so if we want something, we don't need someone to buy it for us; we just buy it. We hadn't had sex in over a month, and I was horny. If it were my birthday approaching, I knew I'd have at least a blowjob coming. But only rarely did Vicky want sex for hers.

Although we no longer play or actively recruit sex partners, I still maintain profiles on Biaustralia and Fetlife. I don't visit them very often, but about ten days before my wife's birthday, I logged on and found a message from a trans-woman named Ashley Keller. I checked her profile and saw she was in her early-thirties. She had natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. So pretty I wouldn't have picked her as trans at first or even second glance. Ashley has a divine figure with natural 34B breasts, a tiny waist, and shapely hips and legs. Her bottom was perhaps a little square, but it in no way detracted from her feminine appeal.

Thrilled with how she presented, I opened her email and read what she'd sent. Although her appearance said otherwise, Ashley had only begun to transition. She'd been on oestrogen for about nine months and only felt confident enough in her appearance to go out and seek companionship in the last month. Ashley wanted an older, experienced man to help her journey. She's a tall girl, being just over 183 cm. I'm over 195 cm, and she teased it would be nice to wear heels for a change.

I showed her message and profile to my wife, and with her permission, returned Ashley's message and asked when and where she'd like to meet. Ashley replied almost instantly. We exchanged a few more messages before progressing to phone calls and then to video ones. After a week of this, Ashley agreed to meet me at The Wickham Hotel in Fortitude Valley.

I like to be early to these meetings because, for a new girl, there's nothing worse than sitting at a table in a bar or restaurant, waiting for your date to appear and not knowing if they've stood you up. Ashley arrived on time, and she looked as stunning in real life as she did in her photos. I stood to greet her, and we exchanged hugs and cheek kisses before we sat. A waitress came over, and we ordered drinks when she gave us the menus.

Conversation remained a little stilted until the waitress returned. I knew her, so I made a slightly off-colour joke at her expense. Tara, the waitress, laughed and mimed throwing the drink in my face. Ashley felt more relaxed and answered my questions fully instead of with short, staccato replies.

Ashley and I soon discovered we had quite a lot in common. We were both good at sports at school. We had similar intellects and senses of humour, and held complimenting political views although she was a little more conservative than I. Ashley and I ate, enjoying each other's company, and by the meal's end, we'd become firm friends. After the waitress had removed our plates, I asked if Ashley wanted to dance.

The Wickham has a dance floor in the beer garden, so when she agreed, I guided her to that area. The band played a mixture of eighties and nineties rock, so for a 60+-year-old, it was perfect dancing music. Ashley wasn't as accomplished as I, but with some encouragement, she started moving with me. After the third song, Ashley sighed and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I feel so feminine dancing with you, John. I've never felt like this before."

"You feel safe, Miss. When you feel safe, you can relax your guard and let your femininity blossom. You're a beautiful girl, and as you can feel, I'm attracted to you. What would you like to happen next?"

Ashley ground her abdomen against my hard-on momentarily. "Take me to a table so we can kiss."

I did not object!

We found a table towards the back of the garden area, as far from the band as possible, and then I took Ashley's hands in mine. I smiled when I realised that as delicate as she was, her hands still gave away I was with a trans-woman. I leaned forward and brushed my lips across hers. Ashley moaned, and when I kissed her again, she pressed her lips forward and engaged mine.

We shared a few more like that before I sent my tongue out to seek entrance, and Ashley parted her lips and let my tongue inside. I took advantage of her arousal and placed my hands on her ribcage beside her breasts, then, when she didn't object, moved them to cup her small B-cup breasts and strum her nipples. It was surprising to find how thick Ashley's nipples were. Most girls who have only started HRT have small man-like ones. Ashley's were as thick as a biological woman's.

Ashley moaned into my mouth as I strummed her nipples, and her hand reached for my cock. She moaned again as she ran her fingers over it and felt its warmth and size through my pants.

"I need that," she groaned.

"Not tonight, little one. You don't need a reputation for putting out on first dates. But I'd like to take you to dinner next week. Would you like that?" Ashley nodded and reluctantly released my cock. She shuddered as she sat back. "Would you like to dance again, or would you like something to drink?"

"No chance of getting you to take me home and fuck me tonight?"

"I have too much respect for you to do that. You're feeling feminine for the first time, and it's made you horny. I like that, and if I were twenty-years younger, I wouldn't hesitate but to take you somewhere I could bang you in my car. However, you need to feel like a woman and not some slut who needs a cock in her."

Ashley sighed. "I guess you're right. But I've finally found someone who's treating me right, and all I want to do is fuck."

I laughed. "Baby, you can feel my cock throbbing against you. Trust me, that's rare these days. I'll take you to dinner next Friday, and then I'll bring you home on Sunday to meet my wife. Fireworks will happen that night, of that, I'm sure."

Ashley nodded. "Okay. A drink and then more dancing."

"Sounds good to me. Another white wine?"

"Would it look too butch if I asked for a beer?"

"Not to me, and who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?"

"I'll have a pint of Stella then, please."

Ashley and I held hands as we finished our beers and then went to the dance floor until the band announced they were done for the night. After that, I put her in an Uber and went home to the wife.

"How did it go?"

"Well, I think. We'll see when I get up tomorrow and call her. If she answers, I'll know."

I undressed with my wife eyeing me hungrily. My cock remained semi-stiff from my goodnight kiss from Ashley.

"Your dick likes her."

I looked down and laughed. "Ya think?"

"Bring it here and I'll see if it will inflate for me. If not, you can take a blue pill and we'll have some fun."

"If you're horny, I'll take one anyway."

My wife is multi-orgasmic, and one is never enough.

"Take a pill. You can use your tongue and fingers until you're ready."

Our lovemaking was as divine as it always is. I slept well that night.

The week until my second meeting with Ashley passed, and at 8:00 p.m., I sat at our table in Blackfire Restaurant. Looking more confident than the previous week, Ashley strode in and looked around. She pointed at me when the greeter addressed her, and came to my table. I stood and stepped around the table so I could greet her. We shared a sweet kiss, and then I held her chair as she sat.

After ordering drinks, we chatted about our week as we perused the menus. More relaxed in my company, Ashley ordered a steak and another pint of Stella. I ordered the same. As we chatted, I discovered Ashley was an electrical engineer who specialised in installing air conditioning units in high-rise buildings. She owned four separate houses and a block of units that she rented for the income. Already, at just thirty-two-years-old, Ashley was a multi-millionaire who only worked when the job presented a significant challenge. Otherwise, she spent most of her life travelling the world and visiting exotic locations, primarily to ski.

We finished our meal and then walked to the piano bar on Edward Street. We danced, with Ashley moving with me with greater grace than last time. She'd gone with smaller heels this time, and she rested her head on my shoulder with her lips against my neck.

"I feel so soft and feminine," she whispered.

"You are soft and feminine."

"Yeah, but I never felt like it until being in your manly presence. Your aura and presence make me feel safe. Take me home and fuck me, please."

Ashley still didn't get it. I could arrange almost instantly a casual fuck with a cross-dresser or trans-girl, and if all she wanted was a chaser's cock up her tight ass, Ashley could have used one of the various hook-up apps to get it. What she needed was someone to make love to her. But until she knew that, I couldn't fuck her because it wouldn't give her the emotional connection she needed. When Ashley asked me to make love to her, it would be my pleasure to obey.

"No, honey. I'll call you in the morning again and invite you to our place for dinner on Sunday. Then, if you and Vicky agree, we'll make love together. It's her birthday, so you'll be her special treat."

"I haven't made love to a woman since I transitioned, so it'll be interesting. I've seen her photos, though, and your wife's bangin'."

"Yes, she is," I replied, laughing.

We danced and shared company for another hour before I put Ashley in an Uber and sent her home. Then I caught one myself and returned home. As with last week, Vicky was awake when I got home. In anticipation, I'd popped a little blue pill on the way. I slid into bed, and Vicky mounted me. Another enjoyable romp ensued.

I called Ashley in the morning, and she said she'd be there for dinner the following day. We made the arrangements, and then I spent the time between getting off the phone and Sunday pretending I'd forgotten my wife's birthday. I'd never missed her birthday before, so Vicky knew I was only play-acting, but not why. I hadn't told her Ashley was coming over and that we would fuck her together. Ashley was Vicky's present.

Sunday arrived, and I used the Uber Eats app to order dinner for three from The Manly Deck to be delivered at 7:00 p.m., which was about the time Ashley was due. The day passed, and Ashley arrived at 6:45 as we'd agreed. I greeted her at the door, and we shared a soft kiss before I invited her inside.

Vicky looked at me questioningly until I said, "Vicky, meet Ashley. The woman responsible for us making love more often in the last ten days than we have in the last ten months."

The girls exchanged cheek kisses and a warm hug, and then they sat together on the sofa, getting to know each other. They chatted happily and ignored me entirely. It has happened before. My wife has a strong bisexual component to her sexuality, but rarely lets it show. When it does, she'll pursue the object of her desire relentlessly until she's seduced them. This desire caused problems with one of our older son's girlfriends. Vicky fell in lust with her, and although Carla responded eagerly to Vicky's approaches, she should have broken it off with Gary first.

The Uber driver arrived with our meal, and we moved to the dining table to eat. Again, the girls virtually ignored me as they talked and flirted. Ashley surprised me by taking the initiative. Although she said she preferred guys and only bottomed, she adroitly seduced my wife. She started with soft touches to Vicky's hair, and wiping errant stray hairs off my wife's face. Next, Ashley stroked her fingers along Vicky's inner wrist and touched her inner elbow as she held my wife's hand.

I watched, doing my best to ignore my throbbing cock, which felt harder than it had been since my early forties. Like in those days, it seemed so stiff that I could drill for oil with it. However, although Ashley was seducing my wife, it was my wife who raised the stakes. With an almost feral growl, Vicky grabbed Ashley by the back of her head and pulled her down. She locked her lips with the younger woman and kissed her passionately.

Initially surprised, Ashley moaned and surrendered to my wife's kiss. Her hands instinctively found Vicky's mounded 34DD breasts, and she strummed her thumbs across her nipples. Their kiss deepened as my wife moved and sat in Ashley's lap. Vicky's hands slipped inside Ashley's top and they cupped her soft, 32B breasts. Ashley moaned and insistently pulled on my wife's top. Vicky momentarily stopped to let the young tranny pull it over her head. Then she reached behind her back and undid her bra. Vicky's enormous breasts spilled out, and Ashley eyed them greedily.

Ashley growled and lowered her mouth onto my wife's nipples. She slurped one into her dainty, pouting mouth and bit it gently as she moulded and squeezed Vicky's other breast. Vicky held her young lover's head to her breast and tossed her head back and forth, moaning as she revelled in Ashley's touch. Simultaneously, Vicky tugged on Ashley's halter-top. She wanted to see and touch the young tranny's tits.

Ashley released my wife's breast long enough to allow her to remove it, and then returned to her feast. She seemed fascinated by Vicky's full, heavy breast mounds, and she swapped her mouth back and forth between their nipples as she held and squeezed the other. Vicky reacted by taking Ashley's surprisingly thick nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and tweaking them.

It was then that I saw that Ashley's hips were writhing as if she were in pain. I wondered why, but then Ashley said, "Wait up, I need to take my gaff off and release my boy-clitty before my head explodes."

I watched, fascinated, as she hiked her short skirt up and removed her panties before taking off a flesh-coloured gaff. Initially, I was disappointed by Ashley's 'boy-clitty', her cock. But once she freed it, it started swelling and lengthening before reaching its full 7-inch and thick glory. Ashley is literally a grower and not a shower. My mouth watered as it raised its angry purple head and bounced in the evening air.

My wife heard me smack my lips, and she disengaged from Ashley for long enough to look for herself. "Oh my," she whispered awedly.

I could tell by the way Vicky pursed her lips that she wanted to taste that meaty treat. Mine compares well to Ashley's except that at 62, and much to my chagrin, it's rarely as rigidly erect as Ashley's was anymore. My wife stared at it hungrily for a few moments before she growled deep back in her throat and shoved Ashley onto her back. Then, still growling, she lowered her head and simply hoovered the young tranny's cock down. Vicky is rightly proud of her ability to deep-throat cocks, and I've seen her successfully swallow them up to ten inches.

This night was all about my wife, so despite my desire to rush over and join the fray, I stayed in my sofa chair and watched. It was not easy! My cock throbbed and my balls ached with the desire to cum, but I controlled myself and waited until Vicky invited me to join in.

I watched as Ashley surrendered to my wife's ministrations and lay back, holding her head and groaning as her hips waved up and down in time with Vicky's bobs. The end result was only a few minutes away, and I grinned as I waited for it to occur. Ashley moaned again before holding Vicky's head still and unloading into her sucking, slurping mouth. Five times I saw Ashley's balls spasm as she ejaculated into my wife's throat. Then, with a final, almost painful moan, Ashley collapsed onto the sofa, panting as she tried to recover.

Vicky looked over at me and grinned triumphantly. I knew she felt powerful and sexy having made someone less than half her age orgasm. I also knew Vicky hadn't swallowed, and I waited to see how our young friend reacted to being fed her cum back. There was no need to worry, though, because Ashley moaned, accepted it willingly, and then fed it back to my wife. I watched with my eyes wide as the girls swapped Ashley's semen back and forth, their hands already exploring again. Within seconds, they were both naked and on the floor in a sixty-nine with Ashley on top.

It was so hard to just remain where I was, but that was always Vicky's and my deal. If I brought someone home to share, she got to use them to her fill before we could both have her. It was the price I paid for Vicky ignoring that I let cross-dressed men fuck me.

After sharing their cum-kiss for several minutes, Ashley turned the tables, flipping my wife over onto her back and then grasping Vicky's huge melons in both hands. Ashley nuzzled them before kissing down Vicky's stomach and latching her lips around her older lover's clitoris. I watched, my cock straining with unrequited arousal as Ashley bit my wife's thick clit and pulled back.

Vicky's back arched as her pussy followed Ashley's teeth, and then she groaned way down in her chest when Ashley lashed her tongue over my wife's button. I watched, aroused and frustrated, as Ashley slid two fingers inside Vicky's pussy and curled them up and back. My wife jumped and groaned when her young lover found her G-spot, and her hips waved, wanting more.

From my angle, I could see Ashley's square, muscular ass above her small, grape-sized balls, and her rigid, bouncing 7-inch pole. My mouth watered as I hoped to see Ashley move higher and spear into my wife's wet and tight depths. I did not have to wait long. Growling in desperation, Vicky grabbed a handful of Ashley's blonde hair and dragged her higher. Vicky kissed her and then reached between them and guided Ashley into her cunt.

From where I sat, I could see everything as my wife's cunt opened and let Ashley's thick invader inside. I heard Vicky gasp and then groan as her lover's cock thundered up her tight passage and rapped against her cervix. Although many women do not, Vicky loves that feeling. It's one of those things she says she misses when we go to wife-swap parties. She hopes the guy she gets is at least as long as me so she feels his cock striking her cervix as he pounds her. Of course, there are few men with cocks over 6 inches, let alone 7+ as Ashley and I are, so it was with delight that Vicky accepted Ashley inside her pussy, and she revelled in feeling the young tranny's tremendous cock crashing against her inner walls.

"Fuck me," Vicky yelled. "Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Pound my cunt and make me squirt!"

Ashley seemed happy to oblige. She placed her hands on my wife's full mounds and balanced on them as she raised up to ram her cock into Vicky's drooling pussy. Ashley's tight balls bounced against my wife's upturned ass as she fucked her as hard as she could. Harder and faster, Ashley pushed into my wife's cunt until, with a joined scream, the two women climaxed, Ashley pumping Vicky's pussy full of her cum whist simultaneously, Vicky squirted and washed it back out over Ashley's grape-sized balls.

I sat on my chair, not daring to move lest my cock exploded. I'd watched many men fuck my wife, and even a few women do so while wearing a strap-on. Never have I seen my wife fucked so beautifully and forcefully, nor have I seen her react this enthusiastically before. The sight was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, and I could barely control myself and not join the action. Ashley's shuddering ass looked so inviting it was as if my cock had already slid partly inside, so vividly could I imagine fucking her as she fucked my wife.

Ashley finished emptying her smooth-shaven balls into my wife's hairy pussy, and with a groan, rolled off her onto her knees beside the couch. She looked at me to see my reaction and smiled when she saw me gripping the sofa chair's armrests, trying to stop from grabbing my cock. She looked back at my wife, and when Vicky nodded, Ashley crawled across to me. I knew what she wanted, and moaning, I pulled my pants down and waited for her.

"Hmm," Ashley moaned as she knelt between my knees and took my throbbing dick in her hand.

"Can't last," I said as I panted, my body awash with desire.

"Then don't," Ashley replied before bending forward and slurping my rigid tool into her wet mouth.

"Gawd!" I groaned as my nuts clamped against my shaft and cum boiled up it to explode into Ashley's mouth.

After accepting my load, Ashley grinned at me, and almost daringly lifted so she could offer her lips for a kiss. I knew what was coming, and when she kissed me, accepted my load back from her. Then I pushed her aside and crossed to my wife. Vicky's eyes widened as I pushed my cum into her mouth. But then, unfazed, she summoned Ashley close and then fed it back to her. We each swallowed a little as we shared cum-kisses for the next few moments.

"Take a blue pill, babe," Vicky ordered. "And meet us in the bedroom. I need you in my ass as I ride Ashley's cock."

I'd already snuck one during dinner, and my cock remained stiff and throbbing, so I followed the two women to our bedroom and got onto the bed behind Vicky when she swung her hip over the young tranny's hips and gripped her thick, 7-inch cock in her hand.

"Ahh," Vicky sighed as she bottomed out on Ashley's pelvis. "Gotta love a stiff cock!"

Vicky fell forward onto Ashley's small breasts when I pushed on her back, and then she sighed again as I eased an oiled finger into her rectum. We don't do anal often, so it's a rare thrill when I get to take my wife's no-no hole. She accepted my first digit easily, but I had to work to open her wide enough to take a second and then my cock. However, it didn't take long before I loomed over Vicky's shoulder and stared at the blissful look on Ashley's face.

Twin groans issued from their mouths as I pushed my cock into Vicky's ass and slid it across Ashley's cock until my pelvis pressed against my wife's round, muscular ass. I held still, revelling in feeling Ashley's rock-solid dick throbbing against mine with only the thin wall between Vicky's colon and vulva separating them.

It took several minutes before my wife's ass relaxed and she shuddered. "Fuck me. Oh, Jaysus! Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am!"

It took a few misstarts where either I fell out of Vicky's ass or Ashley from her pussy before Ashley and I worked out a rhythm. Pushing and pulling back alternately didn't seem to work, so we turned my wife into the meat between the chopping board and a meat-tenderising mallet. Ashley and I shoved in and pulled out together, smashing Vicky between us as we fucked her into oblivion. Vicky crested after about five minutes of us doing that and then peaked many more times as the young tranny and I worked in concert to fuck her into unconsciousness.

Eventually, even being as multi-orgasmic as she is, Vicky pleaded, "Fill me, please, I can't stand anymore."

I'd been holding on desperately for the last five minutes, and after being released by her words, I think my cock almost literally exploded inside of my wife's colon. I felt Ashley's cock spasming against mine as she filled Vicky's cunt. The sensation heightened my orgasm, and I roared as my cock spewed lava-hot cum into my wife's ass.

I groaned as I rolled off Ashley's legs and onto my side on the bed. Vicky's groan matched mine as she, too, rolled off Ashley. The young tranny's amazingly still-erect cock making a squelching sound as it slid from my wife's vulva. With the aid of Viagra, my dick hadn't softened either, and I eyed Ashley's dick avariciously. But I'd never sucked one in front of my wife before, and I was too scared to do so now.

"Suck it, babe," Vicky said. "I know you want to."

With her encouragement, I lowered my head and slurped Ashley's throbbing 7-inch cock into my mouth. I'd deep-throated several cocks longer than hers before, and vowed to take hers, too. I knew approximately where my gag-reflex was, so I wrapped my hand around her shaft at that level and then lowered my head until my lips touched my fist. Holding still there while swallowing, I pumped Ashley's cock as I swirled my tongue over her glans. Once my throat relaxed, I slid my hand lower and followed it with my lips until my gorge threatened to rise, and then I held still again until the urge receded.

On her knees beside me and watching avidly, Vicky said, "You've sucked cocks before, naughty boy. You'll have to tell me about when later. For now, stop being a wimp and swallow that pork sausage!"

I knew a command when I heard one, so I removed my hand and forced myself to accept the last two inches. My stomach heaved until I forced my gorge down, but once it had settled, I gave Ashley the best blowjob I knew how. Alternating between sucking voraciously when her entire shaft was in my throat and jacking her shaft as I swirled my tongue over her glans.

I heard my wife moan, "Oh, Gawd, is that sexy!" When I glanced at her, I saw she was on her back, frigging her juicy cunt as swiftly as possible.

I smiled and returned to my task. After shifting so I could, I took Ashley's tight, smooth balls in my hand and massaged them as I searched along her perineum for her little chocolate starfish. Then, I rimmed her rosebud before easing my finger inside. Ashley's sphincter fluttered open and allowed me access to her dark passage. However, to proceed, I need lube, and I was unwilling to ask my wife to give me some. Vicky fixed it for me, though. She tapped my shoulder, and when I looked at her, she mimed pouring some lube onto my fingers. I nodded, and she poured oil onto my fingers. I added it to Ashley's dark ring, which allowed me to slide two fingers into her ass.

I felt my wife tapping my hip, and thinking she wanted to blow me, I rolled my hips and offered her my cock. A warm, wet washer surrounded my diamond-hard erection, and Vicky cleaned it before taking it in her oiled hand and ensuring I was well-lubricated and ready to take our young lover's ass. However, I wanted Ashley to cum in my mouth before I fucked her, so I renewed my attack on her cock. The combination of my mouth on her cock and finger in her ass crashed our young lover off the edge of her climax, and with several vociferous grunts, she orgasmed into my mouth.

I held her load and looked at Vicky before tipping my head back and opening my lips to show her my mouth was full of Ashley's cum. Then I smiled and swallowed, delighting in the slimy, salty taste. My doing that was enough to smash my wife off the precipice of an orgasm, and she squirted pussy fluid over her thrusting hand.

Vicky didn't stop frigging herself, and waited to see what I'd do next. I grinned at her and pulled Ashley onto her hands and knees, facing side on to my wife. I wanted Vicky to see my dick penetrating the young tranny's ass. As I'd hoped, Vicky moaned loudly as I eased my cock through Ashley's sphincter and into her bowel.

"Oh, Gawd!" Vicky groaned when Ashley jumped. She knew I'd just pared the young tranny's knot open.

I held still for several seconds until I felt Ashley rock forward and then push back onto my pulsating shaft. My cock slid the entire way into her bottom until my pelvis rested against her square, muscular ass. Ashley wanted more, and she shuffled around until she could lower her lips onto my wife's flowing-with-arousal cunt. I watched almost enviously as Ashley feasted on Vicky's swamped pussy, but I had a task to complete—viciously fuck a trans-woman's ass for the first time in nearly ten years.

I gripped Ashley's toned hips in my large hands and dug my fingers in. Then I ripped her back as I rammed my hips forward. My pelvis slapped against Ashley's ass before I pushed her forward and ripped her back again. Another flesh-on-flesh retort echoed through the room, and then it made a staccato beat is I flailed my hips back and forth, fucking our young lover with everything I had.

To my surprise, Ashley's right fingers left my wife's juicy cunt and surrounded her cock. Then, in time with my thrusts, Ashley jerked her cock. I thumped into Ashley's ass, waiting to see who would crest first. Unsurprisingly, it was Vicky. The sight of her husband of forty years fucking a tranny in front of her was too much for her over-inflamed libido, and with an ear-piercing scream, Vicky came over Ashley's lips and tongue, splashing her pretty face with womanly fluids.

"Oh, oh!" Ashley exclaimed in surprise. I doubt she'd fucked a squirter before, and it shocked her.

Although her surprise backed Ashley's orgasm up momentarily, it didn't take long before she reached and leapt from her peak, and with a wall-shaking moan, she jizzed onto our sheets. That was my cue, and I released my restraints, and then grunted as I filled Ashley's dark hole with my cum.

The rest of the night passed similarly as we explored each other's boundaries until, finally sated, we cuddled around Vicky and went to sleep. Ashley joined us for many more delicious sessions before she accepted a job in Montreal and left to live in Canada permanently.

The End.

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