Then it was over. My wife lay sprawled back on the desktop, her cunt open and gleaming in the lights. Punk wasted no time, standing between her legs and sinking his ramrod straight cock deep into her waiting pussy. He drilled her hard for the first dozen strokes, each pounding thrust eliciting an excited squeal from my wife. Then he slowed down and ground into her with a deliberate rhythm, his cock disappearing to the hilt into her steaming hole. Each time he withdrew, he pulled out more juice, until his cock was slick as ice.

In a few minutes Shy Guy replaced Punk at the helm. This time his huge cock slid in unimpeded, her cunt lips thoroughly lubricated with juice. He, too, drilled her hard, as if in punishment, and then slacked off, not wanting to cum too soon. Then Smoothy took his shot at her, banging her so hard she'd skid across the desktop, which was now puddled with her juices. I could see Terry intently watching her boyfriend fuck my wife. She seemed to enjoy the sight, as she reached her hand down and began playing with herself, first rubbing her mound through her panties, and then reaching inside to play with her twat. Soon she'd kicked her panties to the floor, and she openly fondled herself, her eyes glued to the fucking couple. Shy Guy and Punk stood mesmerized by the sight, watching in mouth-hanging wonder as her fingers disappeared deep inside her cunt. Occasionally she would lift her tit to her mouth and tongue the nipple, before sticking her fingers back inside.

Finally Smoothy stepped away from my wife, whose exhausted legs dangled over the side of the desk. Everyone took a few minutes to rest, as Smoothy walked over and gave his girlfriend a passionate kiss, while thrusting his hand into her sopping cunt.

"I've got an idea," Terry announced, coming up for air after an even longer kiss. "If you guys are up to it, that is..."

"OK. Give. Whaddaya got in mind?" Smoothy replied, taking his hands from her.

"You said you gave it to her two at a time. What about three at a time?"

Melissa sat up and shot Smoothy a meaningful look.

"Well," he replied carefully, "We kinda traded the right to go backdoor for somethin' else. At least for this week."

"Fool. But listen. I saw somethin' in a book, where she can still take three guys at a time. Wanna try it?"

In no time they had Punk stretched out on the mattress, his cock sticking up ramrod straight. At Terry's instructions, Melissa seated herself on his pole, facing towards his feet. Leaning back, her pussy stretched out vertically, giving Smoothy just enough room to insert his own cock, sandwiching her between two desperately horny men. To complete the position, Shy Guy stuck his cock into her mouth, twisting her hair in his hands. On the monitor I saw Smoothy set the rhythm, his rod slowly stroking in and out of the hole he shared with Punk. The whole tableau was somewhat homo-erotic, what with the sensitive underbelly of Smoothy's cock rubbing up against the underside of Punk's cock. And both of them encased in the hot, juicy folds of my wife's pussy. From their low moans and grunts, the sensations must have been intense, though they both seemed quite tentative.

But as I found to be the case with most exotic positions, the fantasy and anticipation are usually better than the actual deed. The three guys quickly tired of this, Shy Guy most of all, as Melissa couldn't keep his huge cock in her mouth long enough. So one by one they dropped away, until Punk pushed Melissa off him.

"That wasn't all that great," he complained to Terry.

"Well it looked great on the camera. And guess what? Now it's my turn again. Pull up a chair. I'll show you how it's done."

"Hey! Wait a min..."

"Hold on!" Smoothy interrupted, stepping between the two. "She's the director, this time. Let's see what she has in mind."

What she had in mind was to strip the remainder of the body suit off Melissa, running her hands all over my wife's firm body. Directing her to lay down on the mattress, Terry lowered herself on top of Melissa, her hardened nipples first brushing against my wife's taut stomach, and then up against her upthrust breasts. Pressing harder, Terry captured my wife's lips between her own, searching, probing, fencing and sucking, mouth to mouth, skin to skin. Terry left wet kisses up and down Melissa's throat, pausing to feed on the heat of her veins, nuzzling in the brush of hair at the nape of her neck. Her fingers caressed the gentle curves of my wife's body, journeying down to her ass and back up to her shoulders. For her part, Melissa traced figures in the small of Terry's back, occasionally straying down to the curve of her butt before skating upwards again.

Soon, Terry had slithered down my wife's body until her cunt was directly above my wife's own. As her fervor increased, she began humping against Melissa, grinding her mound into my wife's crotch, her tongue frantically lashing her heaving tits. Rolling on her side, Terry stuck her hand down between my wife's legs, rubbing, pinching and rolling the pouting pussy lips. Her frenzy building, she suckled on the nipples before her, stuffing as much of the tit in her mouth as possible. Melissa simultaneously bucked her hips against the vibrating hand, while pressing even more of her breast into Terry's eager mouth.

In response, Terry pulled my wife's legs farther apart, and plunged her tongue deep into the core of her, Melissa gasping at the sudden invasion. Spreading the cunt lips apart, Terry found the pink pearl of my wife's clit, running her teeth over it as my wife thrust her hips upward. The camera caught every intimate detail, from the fluttering of Melissa's pussy cheeks to the slippery teasing of Terry's tongue. Terry's fingernails dug crescents into Melissa's sensitive skin, her forefingers occasionally dipping deep inside the wide open cunt. Melissa was beyond caring who was eating her; her body only desired release from the unbearable tension.

Rapidly tumbling to a 69 position, Terry thrust her cunt into Melissa's face, expecting a return of her favors. But when Melissa shyed away, Terry abruptly stopped, took hold of Melissa's hand, and placed it on her ready cunt. "Fine," she purred. "You can finger me now. But you will eat me later."

Tentatively my wife began running her fingers up and down Terry's pussy, who responded by opening her legs wider. Soon she was rubbing harder, pressing on the fold of skin just above the clit, her fingers moving in a blur of motion. Urging my wife farther, she pressed the hand deeper inside her, coating the fingers with juice, before having her withdraw it and lick the juices off. I could tell Melissa was surprised by the taste. Perhaps she thought all women tasted the same.