As I sat on the sofa, my breathing slowed down and I watched Karen with her back to me. She was texting one handed and the other hand still held my riding crop. It was long and she absent mindedly tapped it against the side of her calf. She did not say a word, but then quickly turned and aimed her phone at my crotch. I looked down as I heard the shutter noise, she had caught a picture of my cock, far from hard now as it hung from the black silky knickers, the tip just visible (there was a small dark circle as well, the last drip of come) and I thought of that photo, how my stocking straps would frame picture. She left the room briefly and I heard the clink of a glass and bottles and she shortly came back in wiping her lip with a finger. “Bottoms up,” she said with a wink. “So Harry... what's in the box? Is it your secret stash?” “Yes,” I answered nervously. “Your toys?” “Yes.” She smiled and moved over to the box on the other side of the duvet on the floor. I felt myself blushing already, embarrassed at what she would find. I still felt like I was in a dream and as she squatted down between me and the box, I wished her skirt would rise up and flash me her knickers, but the angle was wrong and although it ended just above the knees, I caught no glimpse beneath. She dropped to her knees facing me as she unclipped the tool box lid and lifted it up. “Oh my” she even gasped a little as she laughed, “How organised!” Although from this angle I could not see into the box, its contents were etched on my brain, the top tray folded out with the lid to reveal 5 different dildos all of different designs and sizes, a pair of love balls, 2 butt plugs and a tube of lube all set into cut and shaped foam. She ran a finger over the lower compartment almost affectionately. “Such a lovely selection, Harry,” she told me with approving tone, “Nice plugs especially!” and the foam squeaked as she pulled out a dildo, “but soooo naughty,” she continued holding up a pink rubber phallus, maybe 10 inches long and thick, “I think this is bigger than mine!!” She got up and came over to me on her knees. She seemed so calm, although I could now see that her nipples were erect under her tee shirt and also standing out a lot! She gestured with it towards my legs and used the tip to nudge my thighs. I opened my legs. “It is certainly much bigger than yours!” If I was hard she would have been correct, but in my flaccid state as I was, my cock really looked tiny, “ooh it looks so big!” She said, and I relaxed a little, not realising I was tense, pleased that she picked on it being big, rather than me being small! She poked the tip at my balls, angling underneath them slightly. “But, your arse is quite tight,” she said pushing it gently so that it nudged into my arse crack, but with out real progress due to my position, “so I imagine this has not been in your arse.” It was a statement more than a question, but I answered anyway. “No it hasn't!” “So where go?” “I suck it,” I tried to answer confidently, but my voice croaked a little. Her eyes perked up straight away and it was whipped from my balls and she held it an inch or so from my face. “Oh, that is naughty, you bad boy! It's so big, you can get that in your mouth?” “Yes” “Wow, Harry! I struggle with anything that big!” I blushed a little, but gave her a smile, “Have you ever done bigger?” “No,” I answered honestly. She slid the cool rubber tip across my cheek and then moved back to the tool box on her hands and knees. I watched her slight bum wiggle as she did so and felt a tingle in my loin. She settled onto her knees again and this time paid attention to the top fold out tray. She sifted through the various items and held them up to me; A pair of clothes pegs, she raised her eyebrows. A set of nipple clamps, she played with the screw on the back, seeing how they adjusted. A collar, “Such nice soft, leather,” she observed. She lifted a small tin out of the way to look under it and then turned to me. “Harry, I thought I would find more underwear in here,” she nodded to me,”Is that all you have?” I opened my mouth, but words failed to come out as I was not sure what to say and then it I did not need any as Karen worked it out. “Oh!” she said and her jaw dropped slightly. “Oh, my!” She got up and walked to me and then steered to und to my side. She leant slightly and touch my thigh, just at the stocking top. Her touch was electric, “These are Amy's?” “Yes.” and her hand ran up across the silky knickers and up the basque. I had not noticed her pick up her phone, but she clicked another picture and typed something one handed. She was moving slowly and by the time she was done her hand was at my chest. She rubbed her hand over the black top smoothly. “Get up, Harry. Let me sit down please.” I obliged and I stood before her as she sat elegantly down, flattening the loose skirt on her lap. She sat very still, only her fingers moved as she played over the front of her phone. I noticed she had the collar in the other hand. “Put this on,” she said tossing it to me. I put the leather strap around my neck and worked the buckle. “A little tighter, if you please,” she added as I tugged it revealing about an inch of play. I pulled it in one more notch and slide if round so that the buckle loop was at the front, pushing slightly under my chin. “Christ you look so hot!” Karen said and was about to say more when her phone alerted her to a text. “Oh good,” she said, “Greg is 5 minutes away.” I had forgotten that she had called him and my heart raced a little. I was very aware of my situation and wanted to get changed, I was about to suggest this when Karen continued, “I hope he is feeling horny... I expect he is!” I looked at her and she smiled, “He nearly always is, you see! And it is about this time that he likes to get a bit of, er shall we say relief?” “Relief?” “Oh yes,” and what looked like a small shiver went through her, “he needs his relief!” As I looked at her, her hand moved to her breast and for the first time she touched herself, her fingers played over her stiff nipples. “I actually told him today,” she continued to tell me as her other hand wandered to her lap, “that he would get his relief today here, if he came to pick me up!” My mind drifted slightly now to think about Amy's kinky parents, coming round to fuck in their daughter's house! She spoke, snapping me out of my daydream, she wore a huge smile, “And I cannot wait to see what he does when he sees that I am busy!” “Busy?” I enquired as she got up and went over to the tool box once more. She leaned over to and my cock stiffened now as he skirt clad bottom looked right at me. She turned on the spot, still bent over and placed on the floor my two plugs, one in front of the other. From the distance I was standing, the smaller one vanished behind the taller, fatter one. Standing astride them now, Karen lowered herself to her knees, fanning her skirt out as she did. I put my hand to my cock, but through gritted teeth I was told, “Don't touch!” I let go as inches from the floor, she arched her back forward and slid a hand under the skirt. The ruffled material kept anything from my view, but her groan told me that she had found home. She shuddered slightly and I imagined the big slipping into her pussy just as the smaller one would be probing at her ring-piece. “Uh, uh, uh” she let out in quick succession as with a last movement she sat on the floor. Her cheeks went red and an even bigger smile shone at me as she rolled her tongue across her lips. Her eyes flicked down and I looked down as well to see my prick, standing hard and proud once more. Very horny, I was about to just grab her, when Greg's voice seemed to boom through from house. “Oh Karen, where are you?” She swallowed the called her reply, “Coming!” She got up and pointed me to the sofa as she headed to the kitchen, “I am in here, Honey!” I heard his footsteps on the kitchen tiles. “Have you been drinking?” “I am afraid so,” she giggled back as she stepped through the door, pulling it behind her, but careful to leave it ajar. I sat alone for a minute, my heart still racing, looking around the room simple thinking “SHIT!” to myself. I cast my eyes on the duvet and realised that there were no toys there, she had taken them inside her! I smiled at this then turned my attention to listening to the conversation. “What are you wearing?” he asked firmly, “You were dressed up!?” “I was?” she giggled her response. “And drinking, eh! Drinking is very naughty! What do you have to say about that?” “Sorry,” she replied, giggling still. “Sorry what?” “Sorry, sir.” “No.” “Err,” another giggle, “Sorry Daddy?” “Hmmm” he rumbled, “that is better, now what does Daddy give naughty girls?” I could not hear her reply this time. “Speak up!” “Your cock,” she answered more clearly, “but...” “But what?” “Look.” was all she said and after a few seconds, he spoke again. “Hmm, cunt and arse.” he reported, “I hope you have a plan for my cock Naughty Girl!” I heard a kiss. “I do,” another kiss, “It's in the garage.” “Oh?” Kiss, “Yes, in the garage, nice and tight,” kiss. “Yes.” “And dressed in those undies, I showed you.” “Oh yeas!” And then Karen dropped to a whisper, “They are Amy's!” “Fuck, really,” came his answer through a deep breath and my mind was suddenly running crazy again; Cock, I thought to myself, she wants me to have his cock! Excitement took over me and all thoughts of what Amy would say or do went from me as I got so turned on at the prospect ahead of me. I moved quickly. The door swung open and I heard two gasps for air, wondering what they both thought of the sight in front of them; I had gotten onto my hands and knees and was facing away from the door. I had moved my knickers down, not to reveal my arse, but to hide my hanging hard-on. “Oh this looks hot,” Greg said and after a couple of hurried footsteps I straight away felt a hand caress my lower back. “Looks like Daddy has a new toy!” It was my turn to groan now as a finger carried on below the basque and slid into my bum crack, “that does feel tight,” he said and I heard Karen reply an ahem in agreement. I jolted as a thick finger pushed at my entrance. It pulled away and I heard slurping. I was dying to turn around, but somehow figured that I was managing to stay anonymous at the moment. “Hold it open,” he said and I felt delicate fingers on my arse cheeks once more, pulling them apart. “That's it” he said and put his finger, now wetted to my hole. It slid into its knuckle and I yelped out, forcing my body to stay in place rather than flinch away. “Yeah, baby,” Greg said, “take that finger, hehe, you have an ass like a virgin!” “Try his mouth, Daddy!” there was an excitement in Karen's voice. He shuffled forwards and in front me he appeared wearing jogging bottoms a noticeable swell in the front about 2 feet away from me. His hands came down the sides and he waddled forward about an inch at a time and he slid his trousers down, revealing what I can only describe as the biggest one I have seen. Half way down his thighs and still it was not full released, but then (and I heard a comedy 'boing' as it did so!) his cock sprung up. I immediately thought of my dildo and figured out what Karen was talking about earlier. This member before was easily as long and definitely thicker, but its beauty seemed to be in the helmet; currently only about a third of it was visible, the rest was wrapped under his foreskin, and the contours showed me that it was wider at its brim than his shaft. I saw his whole tip like a shiny red toffee apple – I certainly wanted to try it as soon as possible. “You look hungry,” Greg laughed as if reading my mind, I knew I was probably drooling! I did not answer, but simply opened my mouth, I was totally captivated by how it was continuing to twitch into life, (thankfully) not getting any bigger, but rising till it pointed straight at me. He edged forward some more and it was soon apparent just how big it was; it met my lips and although I had my mouth as wide as I could, I felt I needed to apologise as my teeth pressed on him. I nearly panicked as I opened my eyes and saw his body still about a foot away from me. I managed to look up and I saw him laughing. My eyes watered and my body started to fight against this monster in my mouth. Then in my appear came Karen's calming voice, “Come on Harry, get his cock in your mouth, I know you can!” I felt a pinch on my nipples and then a finger on my arsehole. Distracted by the surprise interference, my mouth and throat relaxed and I felt him nudge deeper into my mouth. I felt a surge of pride and I struggled to look up once more, “Oh yeas,” I heard him say, “Daddy likes you!” and he put his hands on my head. For the next few minutes, I go through a pattern of gagging and relaxing, I shut my eyes and savour the feeling of this massive cock in my mouth, being so obviously used! And being used is right as I frequently feel a smack on my cheeks and I am sure that my rear end is now gyrating on two fingers. I focus my mind back to the moment and I am aware that Greg is now grunting and I feel him pushing harder into my mouth. On auto pilot, my body is rocking rather allow him to push deeper into my throat which helps me to keep calm. I realise a deep desire to get his come from him, knowing that it is something his wife is unable to do! But he seems to be slowing down... I slip him from my mouth and feel an incredible relief in my jawbone, I feel a hard smack on my arse, I look up and he snaps a picture or me, I am not sure where the camera came from and the flash nearly blinds me. I reach up and take his shaft in my hand, pointing it right back to my hungry mouth, “Put it back in,” I ask, “Please let me have your come!” I lick the huge tip and then let my eyes drift up once again, “Give me some of that come, Daddy!” I hear Karen positively yelp with excitement and my mouth is forced opened as his glorious mushroom enters me again. I use my hand around his shaft (I can barely close my fingers round it!) to regulate just enough being in my mouth so that there is a good amount of movement. Hi grunting get louder instantly and I feel the force of him rocking into me, glad that I have my hand in place as a depth gauge. Then the loudest groan echoes around the garage and I hear the click=click=click of the camera. I feel the heat rise in my mouth and his body freezes for an instant. Then with a huge twitch, an explosion in my mouth forces hot jizz into my throat and I cannot help but cough and spit his cock from me. I blink from a very close up view of his hot spunk flying from his bell end and it splatters all over my face. It is taken form my hand and I hear the sounds of it being wanked and yet more come hits my face and lands on my open mouth. My senses centre again and I hear his loud groans subsiding, I open my eyes, but shut my left again as I am aware of a hot string of come across the eyelid. Greg moves up and I go to move as well, but his hands hold me in place on my shoulders. I am kissed and my eye is licked clean, I open them fully and see Karen is kissing me and licking my face, still I hear the click of the camera. “Harry, that was amazing,” she tells me and I kiss her back, mixing the salty come taste deep into her mouth too. “Thanks,” I gasp back and as I calm down I start to think about the depravity of the situation. Again as if she can read my mind, Karen explains, “Amy texted,” she says with a big smile, “she says she will be much later, but that we can entertain you for the evening instead!” She flashes her eyes over my shoulder and I follow her gaze to where Greg is sat on the sofa, his head leaning back, his huge cock still hard, “so you should just relax and get ready for some kinky fun!” “Kinky,” I say through my hard breathing, “Surely you mean kinkier!”