I'd begun to feel hungry and was about to ask Daisy if she wanted me to start fixing a breakfast. I was waiting on Mark, our houseguest, to come down - but he'd obviously slept-in, so I figured it was past time to go on without him.

 

But just then Mark came out the sliding patio door. He was stark naked with a raging morning boner, his hair in a wild bed-headed tangle.

 

"Well..." I said, "Good morning, sunshine! That's a fine 'How do you do.'"

 

Daisy turned and barked-out a laugh, clapped her hand over her mouth, "Goodness! Be careful, Mark. You'll put someone's eye out."

 

Mark grinned and, grabbing the root of his prick, wiggled it up and down. He moved to stand by my wife on the chaise. He then put his knuckles against the sides of his neck and gave a luxuriant stretch - closing his eyes and arching his back hard, making a long squeak of a noise as he stretched, his stiff pecker sticking straight-out and casting a shadow over my wife's book.

 

He relaxed, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at my wife wolfishly.

 

Daisy, in a deadpan tone, said, "I take it you'd like me to do something with that?"

 

Mark said, "Please?" He gripped it by the root with one hand, "It's so hard."

 

My wife sighed. She set the bookmark in her book, removed her sunglasses and sat-up, turning to face Mark - her feet either side of his. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, moving quickly, swallowing him down assertively - almost aggressively.

 

Mark gasped and flinched, "Oh! Jeez... uh... wow!"

 

Daisy, hands on the backs of his thighs, pulled him closer, working her head and jaw rhythmically. She was being forceful, giving him the "quick service," which can be intense if you're not used to it. She was massaging his balls, pulling-on them gently as she worked - mashing her nose into the thicket of his pubic hair. Her breath rasping through her constricted nostrils.

 

Mark writhed, guffawed with laughter, then winced and looked frightened, "WHOA! Easy... AH! Dai-ZEE... Jee-ZUS! Wait..." He gripped the back of my wife's head and pulled her face against his pelvis - eyes wide, mouth open in breathy anticipation.

 

Daisy HATES that - being held down like that. She's clausterphobic, and having her head held tight like that - with a stiff cock jammed down her throat, it freaks her out.

 

But... Mark's not a particularly big guy (If you know what I mean...) and my wife did NOT freak-out. She stopped moving and calmly, but insistently, grabbed Mark by his wrists and removed his hands from the back of her head - pinioning them against his sides. She then resumed her aggressive ministrations.

 

Mark, now on his tiptoes, eyes wide and mouth open, grunted and shook covulsively. He gasped and trembled, looking down at the top of my wife's head. He stuttered and gasped - whimpering, his hands pinned against his sides by Daisy's firm grasp. He mumbled something unintelligible before throwing his head back and crying-out with his release.

 

Eventually, after my wife had swallowed everything Mark had to offer, released him. 

 

Mark staggered back several steps, his hands covering his prick protectively.

 

Daisy cleared her throat, wiped her bottom lip with the back of her hand, "Okay?" She said, looking-up at Mark.

 

Mark looked from my wife to me, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!" He exclaimed, "What the fuck was that?"

 

Daisy stood-up, "Okay?" She said again, "Feel better?"

 

Mark sidled sideways - moving furtively away from Daisy and towards the patio table where I still sat.

 

Daisy looked calmly at Mark, "You want coffee?"

 

Mark didn't say anything. He pulled a chair out and sat down beside me.

 

Daisy said, "Mark?"

 

Mark jumped, "YES?"

 

"You want some coffee?" She asked again.

 

Mark looked shy, "Yes, please. Thank you, Daisy."

 

My wife went inside and slid the patio door closed behind her.

 

I said, "You okay?"

 

Mark looked humbled, "I don't know..." He said, "That was kinda..."

 

"Scary?" I said.

 

He looked at me, "YEAH!" He sat back and looked down at his now flacid prick - moving it this way and that, "You okay, little guy?"

 

I laughed.

 

Mark looked at me, "She's REALLY good at that!"