Pulling his dick from his pants, he pressed it against her face. As she sucked it into her mouth, Brian felt like his knees were about to give way. Her mouth, incredibly, felt cool on his skin, as if his cock was hotter and harder than humanly possible. Her tongue glided over his head and shaft like a velvet glove, every movement sending sparks deep into his balls. He ordered her to suck on him hands-free, telling her to occupy herself with a little self-stimulation. Looking down, he watched his cock disappear again and again into her wet, warm mouth, while below that her hands twisted and pulled on her tits and nipples.

Knees shaking and balls quivering, Brian pulled his wife's head hard against his body, shoving all of his rigid cock into her mouth. The feeling of the crown scraping the back of her throat triggered him off, and he sent torrent after torrent of cum straight down her gullet. So explosive was his orgasm that he nearly collapsed to the floor, held upright only by his hands on her shoulders and her firm grip on his cock.

His urgent need had drained away. But his anger remained. Wiping his cum-covered cock on her face and hair he said, "I hope the next guy gives you a good fuck. Cuz when we get home, I'm gonna fuck you up good!"

Stalking from the room, he kept his back straight and his walk steady until he came to the empty living room, where he collapsed upon the couch. What should be the best day of his life certainly felt like the worst. While getting to watch so many couples fuck certainly qualified as a success, he could feel his marriage rapidly slipping away. Would it be better if he just left right now, and didn't mention a thing when Debbi got home? What if he grabbed her and took her home with him? Her eyes had already given him the answer. He'd seen that look when she'd been desperate for Lord Boa. He'd seen it again in the bathroom sucking on Red's big cock. It was the look of an addict. The look of someone who would do anything, sell out anyone, just to get a fix. But he hadn't seen it when she sucked him off. That said it all, right there.

So should he leave? Just chuck it all and take off? It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't help, either. But... But he had as much interest now in seeing these high-class women get screwed with big black pricks as he had before. Maybe more of an interest, now that he really felt no guilt. None at all.

Heading back to the kitchen he passed several guys along the way. Though none were particularly friendly, neither were they menacing. They just acted like guys who had something to do and were intent on getting it done. Brian could see where they'd have that attitude.

He found out later how they worked the pairing system. Prior to the beginning each woman would be sent to a particular room. As punishment, his wife had been given the bathroom, the smallest available room. The men then selected the room names from a jar. On side one they had their first stop. On side two they had their second stop. What woman you got was the luck of the draw. And since there were more women than men, some lucky guys got two women. After both visits were over, it became a free for all, with any willing and capable men pairing up with any willing women. But everything had to cut off at 3:00, so the mothers in the group could be home in time to greet their children after school. A real equal-opportunity, family values sort of party.

In the kitchen Jellese knelt welcoming her new lover, happily slobbering over his sack and knob. The thickly built cock matched its thickly built owner, and Brian could see Jellese already anticipating taking it into her dripping pussy. But for now the man seemed content to let her suck him off, so Brian continued through the kitchen, feeling somewhat robbed of the chance to see her gaping cunt again.

He forgot his disappointment in the adjacent laundry room. His next door neighbor, Claudia Tomas, lay stripped and spread eagle on the floor as a short, heavy black man ate her out. Brian had to smile at the look she gave him when she noticed him. Aware of her attention, he let his gaze linger on her body, taking in every intimate curve, crevice and contour. He'd briefly spied her tits before as she changed in her bedroom. But now he could fully appreciate their voluptuous beauty. The heavy mounds. The pink caps. The coral nips. The way her skin blushed from face to cleavage as he soaked up the sight of her. Her stomach he knew from various summer events, as she always wore bare midriff outfits. Letting his gaze wander lower, he was surprised to find that she'd shaved off all her pubic hair, save for a small strip just above her slit. The whole area was wet and glistening from the man's saliva and her juices, and from the way she unconsciously thrust her hips up, she was enjoying every lick.

"Want a closer look?" the man unexpectedly asked him. Did he! You can look but can't touch, the man warned as Brian changed positions with him, kneeling between her swaying knees. Her pussy looked small and virginal, though the lips were full and engorged. The man gently parted the folds so Brian could see her pink walls, and another touch revealed her clit peeking out from its protective hood.

"How does she taste?" Brian asked, both to make conversation and to further embarrass his mortified neighbor. The man said she tasted not as bad as some, having a bit of a fishy taste but with a pleasant sweetness to it. Brian continued to banter with the guy, asking about her responsiveness, her fucking abilities, and whether she sucked as well as she looked. All the while the man continued to finger and probe her, giving Brian a good look at all her most intimate spots, and causing Claudia to redden like a tomato. Finally they switched places again, and the man bent back to his task, the red of his tongue matching the red of her tunnel, in direct contrast to the black of his skin against the white of her folds. Brian paused again to gaze down at her tits and enjoy the distraught look on her face, even as she writhed against the tongue probing her inner canal. He knew, and knew that she knew, that he'd be remembering this scene for years to come. That's what she got for being such a tease.

Heading for the back of the house, he heard a scream come from behind the door that led downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs he found not one but three couples scattered about the room. He didn't know the woman closest to him, but he doubted she was in her right mind anyway. It'd been she who screamed, probably due to the introduction of a thick black cock right in the entrance of her ass. She whimpered continuously as the man pressed his eight-incher into her asshole, stretching her skin and muscles so far it seemed like she might split open.

Bent over another couch Jill Marisco was taking it doggy style, a thin nine inches pistoning in and out of her pussy while she cradled her head in her arms, moaning softly. Looking closely, Brian saw faint scars under her tits. He'd suspected that she'd had a boob job and now had his proof. Watching the two of them proved to be boring, though. He man never varied his rhythm, and Jill never lifted her face from her arms. She appeared to be content to take it from behind for the rest of the day.