Heading toward the third bedroom he glanced into the bathroom on his right, then did a double-take. Inside, his wife Debbi frantically sucked the blood-fattened cock of a stocky, red-haired white guy, while simultaneously fucking herself with a toilet brush handle. He could barely hear her slurps and gasps, so much did the man's thick cock fill her mouth. Again and again the angry red flesh disappeared between her lips, only to reappear slimy and wet, covered in small red scores made by her teeth. As she bobbed her head and crammed as much of him into her mouth as possible, she did the same with the brush handle, shoving it deep inside her and twisting it back and forth. Slick with her juices well up the shaft, it nonetheless looked like a painful tool to use on herself. But when Brian checked her eyes for some plea for help, he instead saw a mixture of shame and lust. Obviously he'd have to pick up a toilet brush on the way home.

In the third bedroom he found two women teaming up on a well-muscled and scarred black stud. One he knew, Anne Marie Caswell, an auburn haired beauty with a petite build in everything except her tits. He'd often fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck those tits. Now he could watch it being done, as the black man, who he'd call Scar, pressed his huge cock between her sexy jugs. The other woman, a blond he didn't know, kept busy by licking his cock as it appeared from between her tits, keeping the whole endeavor as slick and slippery as possible. Unfortunately, the whole show lasted just a few strokes longer. That's when the man pushed the two women into position leaning side by side over the bed. First he fucked Anne Marie doggy-style for a while, and then moved over to the other woman. Back and forth he went, never staying in one cunt for longer than 10 strokes. Unlike the lesbian models found on the web, these two women studiously ignored each other, except to glance over when it was their turn to be fucked. So big and thick was he, and so tight were they, that Brian could actually hear a small pop each time the man pulled his poker out of their pussy. As with most of the other women, they appeared blissfully unaware that he was watching them. Or that his very stiff dick was threatening to burst out from his shorts at any time.

Turning into the family room he found Michele Corvath receiving the fucking of her life. Though bucking up and down and gasping desperately, she was pinned to the floor by a nine-inch, hose-thick python, wielded by an ebony body-builder equally massive and strong. Fascinated, Brian could see her pussy stretch and flex as it fought to accommodate his cock. And when he took a particularly shallow stroke, he thought he could see the head traveling just below her toned skin, like a groundhog burrowing through the soil. Even as he fucked her savagely, he kept one hand free to paw her tits and twist her nipples. With every stroke her heel-clad feet beat a sharp tattoo against the floor, and she'd arch her back in total submission to the monster within her. Just as Brian turned to go, the man withdrew from her cunt and began jacking off, assisted by Michele's fumbling fingers. A stream of cum shot from the head with fire-hose intensity, splattering her face, neck, tits and stomach. Two more shots added to the creamy glop on her body, making it look like someone had poured a pitcher of milk all over her. As she eagerly scooped it onto her fingers and then into her mouth, the man stuck his cock back inside her, fucking her some more and causing her to squirm with delight.

Desperately turned on, Brian staggered into the kitchen to find Jellese Stuart taking it doggy style on top of the kitchen table. Crouching on hands and knees, ass canted in the air, and a black python violently splitting her ass cheeks, she looked as wanton and cheap as a drunk sorority girl. Raven haired, big breasted and nicely rounded, Jellese had long been on Brian's fantasy list. Though he longer to pull his now hardened cock out and stick it between her moaning lips, he could only lean against the counters and watch someone else slam into her hot, wet pussy. With each stroke her big tits scraped along the table, her nipples bouncing against the hard surface. Her juices, sweat and cum splattered the table top, leaking from her cunt with every backstroke. Her moans grew louder and more frantic until she spasmed like she'd been branded by an iron. Weakened by the shattering orgasm, she could barely keep her balance on the table. Abruptly releasing his long, pulsing rod from her hole, the man took two steps and stuffed it in her face. Eagerly slurping and licking her cum from the slimy shaft, she gobbled at the head while squeezing and fondling his sack and balls. His orgasm filled her mouth so fast that she couldn't swallow it all, and Brian was again treated to the sight of a happy, cum-splashed face. As he left Jellese was already begging for more.

Surrounded by so much sex Brian had to relieve a little of the pressure he felt between his legs. But where could he go? What room wasn't occupied by one of his wife's friends indulging in some big cock? He didn't want to attract the attention of the men, or interrupt the women, by rubbing himself in their sight. But he needed to do something now! Leaning against a wall, he looked back into the family room, where Michele was still getting an after sex fuck. What the hell! He'd go for it. Reaching down, he unzipped his pants and freed his completely erect cock. He could feel that some pre-cum had already wet his shorts. After just a few soft strokes another glob of it welled up from his dick slit. Using the palm of his hand he rubbed it up and down his shaft. The lubrication felt exquisite! Maybe he could jack off while watching Michele get pounded? The thought of spurting his cum all over the floor felt exciting.

"Careful you don't hurt someone with that," said a male voice.

It startled him so much that he let go of his dick, leaving it to bob and sway in plain sight. He turned to see the red-headed guy who'd fucking Debbi, now wearing only a pair of boxers and a big grin.

"I mean, you don't want to poke someone's eye out, do ya?" The man continued down the hall, leaving behind a smart-ass snicker and an embarrassed Brian. All kidding aside, Brian knew that he just had to get some relief, one way or the other. He didn't think any of these women would help. But maybe his wife would?

He found her still sitting in the small bathroom looking worn and haggard, the toilet brush discarded and her clothes strewn all over the floor.

"You look like you could use a break," he remarked, watching the gobs of cum congeal on her chin, chest and hair. "But I want you to take care of something before you rest," he added, looking meaningfully down at the tent in his pants.

"But, but I can't," Debbi pleaded. "There's no time. Someone new will be coming soon." She knew as soon as she said it that she'd left him an opening.

"Yes, someone will be cumming. Me. I have no idea what you can do to make up for cheating on our deal," he said angrily. "But I know you owe me this, at least. You owe me."