I came home from work early one day and caught my pretty wife Laura blowing my best friend George in my own bed. My naked wife was draped across him with her plump tits lolling on his belly and her mouth sucking so hard on his big cock that her cheeks hollowed out on the upstrokes. The erotic scene gave me a spontaneous hard-on despite the shock of discovering my wife's infidelity. I quickly stepped back out of sight where I could watch them unobserved. Almost without thinking, my zipper came down and my dick found its way into my hand. I beat my meat as my wife and best friend unknowingly put on a live sex show for me. George told Laura that she was a great little cock-gobbler. His cock was so big that Laura could only suck the head and the ultra-sensitive area just behind it. I could see he had a Silicone Island Ring on and it was stretched terribly thin.  With an unobstructed view of the action, I could see all of George's impressive manhood. His cock was the size of an ear of corn and his bloated balls were as big as a baseball. When Laura took his dick out of her mouth and pumped it with her hand, I was able to estimate its length. She'd need a whole bottle of Wet to get that thing in her pussy!  The shaft was about three palm-widths in length. Add in the head and you've got about ten inches. By comparison, when she gives me a hand-job, her hand almost completely covers the shaft. We've talked about getting me a Silicon Penis Extension but I never took it seriously.  My wife's lover was at least twice my size! George pushed Laura's pretty head back down on his cock, whining that his wife Connie hadn't sucked him off in years. Laura stopped suddenly and rolled onto her back and started to rub Sexual Accelerator Gel all over her gaping pussy. I was very disappointed, and so was George, judging by his childish reaction. "I want a blowjob," he insisted. I wanted him to have one, too, and it was all I could do not to order my wife back onto his dick. "That's too bad. I need a good fucking!" My friend was finding out that my wife has a stubborn streak in her. What happened next was disappointing, to say the least. George mounted Laura, thrust into her pussy a half-dozen times, and ejaculated prematurely. His ass-cheeks snapped together and his legs lifted off the bed as he planted his seed. By keeping his legs together, George had deprived me of the pleasure of seeing the penetration. I silently cursed him for being so inconsiderate. When George dismounted, he had a look of panic on his face, and when he glanced at the door, I feared that I had been discovered. I quickly jumped back out of sight. When nothing happened, I risked another peek. Laura had a look of disgust on her face. "Big deal!" she said. "I haven't had one that quick since high school." His disappointing performance was partly her fault. She had sucked on his cock until he was on the edge. She might just as well have sucked him clean off and then asked for a fuck. "I'll make up for it next time," George said, pulling on his clothes as though he were a fireman answering an alarm. "Larry (that's me) could be here anytime," he said. "He won't be home for hours," Laura said. "Get back here and fuck me again. I didn't get to cum." But George couldn't wait to get out of there. My wife wasn't the only one disappointed. I had planned to jerk off when George came, but he had been so quick that I had missed the chance. As he hurried toward the door, I dodged into an adjoining room just in time, my hard cock still out through my fly. After his departure, I tip-toed to the bedroom door and peeked in. Laura had apparently decided to finish what George had started, and was strumming her pussy as though the swollen labia were guitar strings. As I watched her writhe in orgasmic ecstasy, I shot my load into my hand. The next few weeks were some of the most exciting of my life. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I had always been concerned that I would become jealous if I saw my wife fucking another man, but that hadn't been a problem. Laura and I were far from being newlyweds, and the jealousy I had experienced during our first few years of marriage has long since vanished. My goal was to have a front-row seat next to the bed as George and Laura frolicked in front of me. Better yet, I would tell them what to do to each other. One approach to reaching my goal would hav