A Fifth Dimension

Sam was the last of four of us mid fifties guys who regularly got together on the beach to jerk off-both ourselves and each other. We were all married but our wives didn't share our enthusiasm for handmade pleasure, except Judy, Sam's wife who indeed enjoyed it, just watching Sam's solo performance at first and then finally making it mutually solo.

After our beach act was well established last summer Sam talked to Judy about it during one of their sessions together and she was excited about it to the point she wanted to join our group and make it four cocks and a cunt fun. So Sam brought it up to us seemed hot to me-my wife had lost her sex drive but knew I had anything but-she knew I masturbated but no details-a sort of don't-ask-don't-tell arrangement. The other two in the group were more or less the same but the idea of being joined by a female turned us all on. The day we discussed it with cocks in hand filled the conch shell with awesome load! So we decided one Monday morning to gather at Sam's place in the week Judy took vacation from her job while the rest of ours were at theirs. We agreed to one firm rule: strictly solo-ourselves together, no touching even and without the conch shell.

So with all that lead-in, I'm really getting into the story telling of this-my one-eyed friend is standing erect as I sit here, almost in my face half hooded and in tears of anticipated joy radiating the aroma of male sex. Judy had prepared an outdoor light breakfast. Their backyard was large but not entirely secluded and had a patio with an extension awning which made it not entirely private and to my mind all the more exciting. Breakfast included pastry and a deceptively spiked juice. The required dress to the patio was whatever you dared but no more than underwear. The men were shirtless, three boxers and one brief. The lady was a T shirt that hung to her knees-one of her husband's. Five chairs were arranged around in a large circle-spaced apart for wonderful sight but too far for compulsive touchy-touchy that we men had become used to.

Following breakfast and an empty large pitcher of the juice we assembled in our chairs and Sam opened the event by standing up and stripping down to his briefs. Sam is the most endowed of us and Sam slowly fingered his cock up. I got up next and followed suit and pretty soon Judy was observing four nice cocks being slowly masturbated in front of her. She did a wonderful thing. She stood up and pulled her shirt off over her head and stood before four masturbating men bare breasted (big areola nippled tits) and bare cunted (a heavily furred mound separated by protruding thick lips) and gazing at the fingered cocks in front of her inserted forcefully a middle finger into the top of her cunt.

Judy was a small mid forties woman-maybe 5'5' and lean. Her tits were medium but with nipples that almost hung aroused hard. But looking at her she physically seemed about 1/4 cunt-a vast triangle of middle brown bush over a swollen mons parted by protruding thick vulva and spread open, a vast cunt smelling vagina. The five of us began masturbating in earnest. One very wet cunt and four foreskinned precum collecting cocks making wonderful masturbating wet murmurings over bulging glans and the sloshing vagina a sort of slapping wet noise. One by one the cocks ejaculated, a circle of white cloudy streaks on dark gray patio slate. And the cunt sprayed its heady juice over and over. I ended this savoring a mouthful of my sperm.