I turned my attention back to my wife and the electric sensations her talented tongue was producing in my nether regions. I knew I couldn't take much more before spewing my load into her mouth, and all actions to the contrary, I wanted to sink my meat into her just as much as everyone else did. A tap on the back of the neck was all the signal that Stacey needed; she quickly flipped onto her back and spread her legs for me. The look in her eyes said it all. She wanted me inside her. And she wanted it now.

I obliged, simply leaning forward as she guided my wet, throbbing dick into her waiting slit. Though my back was turned to everybody else, I could sense how they hunched forward, watching intently as my cock disappeared into Stacey's deep cunt. Family or not, I think the act of a man penetrating a woman is mesmerizing to anybody. It's a study in contrasts. The softness enveloping the hardness. The vertical breaking the horizontal. The dry slipping into the wet. The cold steel entering the steamy hot oven. Chaotic movement disturbing peaceful stillness. It's not just sex. It's fucking.

Given all the prior stimulation, it wasn't surprising that I felt the need to cum almost immediately. There was no point in holding back; I didn't have to impress either my wife or our observers. I've gone as long as three hours straight without cumming, and everyone knew that I could stretch it out if I wanted. So I just abandoned myself to the carnality of the moment and fucked the hell out of my wife, pounding into her so hard that the bed bounced and squeaked like we were in an earthquake. Knowing that all those eyes were on me only added to my excitement. With a dozen final, punishing blows I shot my sperm deep into Stacey's love socket, before collapsing atop her, a spent wreck of a man.

All that remained of our ceremony was proof of my ejaculation. While other families have elaborate ceremonies built around this, we're decidedly more casual. After I rolled off Stacey, her brother Kevin and Lauren simply leaned over and took a quick look at Stacey's cum-filled pussy. Then, with a thumbs-up to us and a nod to the rest of the family, they headed to their pallets while Stacey and I kissed and cuddled.

It didn't take long for the murmurs around us to turn to moans and sighs, or for the smell of almond candles to be overcome by the heady, musky smell of urgent sex. As Stacey headed to the bathroom for a quick clean-up, I looked around the room at my frantically fucking charges. Stacey's father had her mother on all fours, robotically fucking her up the ass, his blank face betrayed by his heavy and desperate breathing. I knew from experience that he probably hadn't lubed her up before cramming himself inside. Sex for him was brutal and forced, and he got the most pleasure from always re-establishing his dominant role. Vikki loves and accepts being under his thumb, too, so it's a match made in heaven.

A sudden cry pulled my attention to Lauren and Kevin, who were already covered in sweat. Lauren sat atop Kevin's hard pole, bouncing up and down while holding Kevin's fingers against her firm tits. Every time she raised herself up I could see his dick bridging the gap between them, held vertical by Lauren's deliciously elastic cunt lips. I had just decided to walk over for a better look when Delshea's thick, black cock once again caught my eye. Sitting astride Monica, he had that rogue snake pinned between her shuddering tits and was tit fucking her for all he was worth. Every so often he'd pause so she could lick the long length of his shaft before setting back to work. As he took his pleasure from her, I watched as her legs flexed open and shut, the swollen lips of her pussy opening and closing as if begging me to fill those lips with my hard-hearted cock. And were it another time and another place, I would have. But that's another story.

With a very real effort I turned my attention away from those gasping lips and over to Cheryl and Brett. As expected she lay flat on the mattress, her hands firmly holding Brett's head in place as he ate her out. Though she occasionally thrashed her head or muttered an order to him, once I caught her eyes, they never left mine. I tried to keep my face impassive, keeping her guessing about whether I was watching to be polite, to show an interest in how well she got fucked, or because I wanted to do her myself. I think, though, that she knew it was the latter. All we had to do was find out a legal way to make it work. That, and admit to each other that there actually is an attraction.

I felt relieved when Stacey crawled back into bed, reaching over to take my dick in her somewhat chilly hand. Though I closed my eyes and snuggled back against her, I could still see Brett's tongue lashing at Cherry's clit, the raspy texture of his tongue against her smooth inner walls, and the way she pressed up against his mouth in search of more stimulation. Stacey could sense my desire, I think, as she doubled her efforts to bring my cock to its fullest breadth while whispering filthy dirty suggestions in my ear. Grateful and turned on, I rolled over and pierced her again, doing whatever came naturally until we both lay in a sweat-soaked, cum-spattered, desire-exhausted heap. And even as I began to fall asleep, I began turning over a few ideas for next the Sunday's activities.

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Take it or leave it, that's a typical sample of a typical Sunday's life in Utopia. Of course, it's only a tiny sliver of our whole life here. You know nothing of our other social conventions, our leaders, our daily lives, our children or our future. It is the sex part that would make a person pause about joining our way of life, which is why I've selected that way to introduce our community to yours. In the future, with the Council's blessing, I'll tell you about other ways Stacey and I have spiced up life around here. I'll tell you how we met. How we courted. How our marriage changed one of the founding precepts of Utopia. It's a fabulous place, this city you call Utopia. I can't wait to tell you more.