Mary and I basked for hours in the afterglow of our lovemaking talking about how it 
released a certain sexual tension that had been building between us for several years. 
While we talked, we continued to explore and savor each other’s bodies. Several times I 
regained my erection and Mary would dutifully coax whatever remaining sperm she 
could generate from my aching balls and I in turn would tend to her swollen clit until she 
too could peak in our sexual frenzy. We must have done that at least a half a dozen times 
to each other before deciding that the spouses would soon return and that we had to get 
cleaned up. We were sure that the entire suite smelled like hot sex.

I joined her in the large stall that had ten shower heads distributed up and down the 
opposing walls and one very large one overhead. The shower was also equipped with 
mood lighting and soft romantic music for a calming atmosphere that had an almost 
sedating quality to it. With the shower heads set to pulse we enjoyed an invigorating 
massage while wrapped in each other’s arms. We turned and laughed as the jets of water 
invaded the more sensitive parts of our bodies and she struggled as I tried to move her 
body so that the water shot up her ass crack. Our wet bodies slid against each other with 
little friction but just enough to make her nipples hard as they grazed my chest causing 
my cock to spring to attention again.  We played like that until our backs became too 
sensitive from the hard pulsing jets of water and I readjusted the shower to a soothing 
gentle flow. We slowly and carefully washed each other’s bodies with a soapy massage 
covering every square inch. Mary knelt down so that I could wash her hair placing her 
face against my now spent and flaccid cock. I was beyond sexual stimulation but 
pleasured beyond belief to have her beautiful face in contact with my sensitive privates. 
This was another new feeling that I came to relish – sensual appreciation. I poured the 
clear shampoo over her dark hair and briskly worked it into lather. I scooped the long hair 
from her back and brought it up to join in the lather. The feel of her scalp under my 
fingertips was exhilaratingly intimate. Her skull felt much more petite than I had 
expected, more like a little girl than a woman. I was, for a moment, feeling the kind of 
nonsexual fatherly type love for this lovely girl. Emotionally, we were becoming 
entwined in a whirlwind of affection; she for me and me for her.  This sensual exchange 
was now on a higher plateau than the feelings of raw passion out of which we just 
emerged. There would be no denying it from now on.

After our shower, we had a drink form the bar and ruminated about evolving 
relationships; the four of us. Mary clued me in that Jean discussed her plan to have 
intercourse with Phil and that I was going to be part of it. A little shocked that she was so 
passive with the plan, I asked her what she thought about it. She told me that she and Phil 
were always fanaticizing about Jean every time they had sex which had a familiar ring to 
it. She also said that she was helpless in stopping it since Phil always got his way no 
matter what. That also sounded familiar. To my embarrassment, it struck me that Mary 
and I played the same role in our respective relationships and Phil and Jean identically 
played the other side. Could this be why I am suddenly attracted to Mary? Mary, though, 
was surprised that Jean wanted to include me in the act and asked if I was going to do it. I 
responded just like she had – there was no stopping Jean. It was like we were referring to 
the very same person.

We thought we had beaten the subject to death when we both realized that we had just 
done what they had been planning to do before they had a chance to fulfill their plans.  
She then got very quiet and after a few minutes leaned over to me and kissed me 
goodnight and headed back to her bedroom shutting the door and left me all alone to wait 
for the adventuresome couple. I dozed off to sleep on the sofa to be aroused by the door 
to the suite bursting open followed by loud laughing and what sounded like a bit of a 
scuffle. I sat up and turned to the door to see Phil wrap his arms around Jean and plant a 
long sloppy kiss on her lips. She threw her arms around her neck and joined in the action. 
His hands went right to her ass and she did nothing to remove them. They wrestled with 
their tongues for quite some time before being interrupted by the couple entering the suite 
directly across from us. They broke the kiss with a full out laugh that started while they 
were still connected. “Holy fuck!” Phil shouted, “Can’t a couple get any privacy?” 
Slamming the door and turning into the room, the first thing they saw was me sitting 
there. Pointing at me Phil said, “See what I mean!” They were both obviously three 
sheets to the wind.

I asked, “Where have you been? The show was over at midnight.”

Jean, trying to act sober, put a finger to her swollen lips and said,” Shish! You’ll wake the 
neighbors.” and, accompanied by Phil, broke again into belly laughter. 

Phil arrogantly said, “Well good buddy, we were hoping you were in bed so we could 
fuck.”

Jean barked, “Phil!” in a fake surprised way that women so often do.

He plopped down on the sofa next to me and put his arm around my shoulders and started 
to talk but I jumped up and grabbed Jeans hand and said, “come on, let’s go to bed” at 
which, she jerked her hand away from me and said, “No! The night is young and I need 
that fuck you promised you would let me get from Phil.”

I said, “I’m too tired and you agreed that we had to do that thing together.”

After reminding her of our deal I said, “I don’t care what you do but I’m going to bed.” 
To which she said, “Shit, you’re a real buzz killer. OK! Go to bed, I won’t fuck him… 
I’ll just suck his big cock.”

It was clear that in her current condition I was not going to be able to stop her. After all, 
she blew him once and I knew then that it wouldn’t be the last. So I turned and walked 
into the dark bedroom but didn’t shut the door and sat on the bed. I could hear them laugh 
and tussle around but thought they sounded too rowdy to be doing anything too hot. 
Soon, however, things quieted down so I creped back to the doorway to spy on them. 
Sure enough, even though their backs were to me and the back of the sofa was 
obstructing my view, I could see they were kissing and they were obviously feeling each 
other up. I was tempted to walk out and put a stop to it but I was curious as to just how 
far they would go; especially after I reminded Jean of our deal. I could only guess at what 
their hands were doing but judging from what I could see, they were very busy pawing 
each other low on their bodies.  Their kissing seemed to be gaining intensity when I heard 
the unmistakable sound of a finger slipping in and out of a very wet cunt. Then I heard 
Jeans finger-fuck moan that confirmed my suspicions. Despite all of the action my cock 
had earlier, I got a somewhat painful erection from watching them. I knew that I would 
never be able to use it if Jean wanted a grand fuck finish as a result of her foreplay with 
Phil so I hoped she could get her satisfaction from him but short of actually fucking. I 
was losing hope on that last bit when Jean stood up in front of Phil, turned around and 
bent over to shamelessly display her pantyless ass and cunt to him – I wondered when 
and why she had taken them off. I knew he had his cock out because I could see the head 
of it over his shoulder as he stroked it and I thought she was going to sit down on his big 
bone and fuck him senseless.  

Instead, she said, “lick my ass.”

Like a puppy dog, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her exposed asshole. Jean 
was writhing and screaming as he rimmed her. With her squeal, I knew he had penetrated 
her hole with his tongue. Her sex crazed cries seemed much louder from my new 
perspective as a voyeur rather than a participant. I was getting a bit concerned about what 
the people in the other rooms might think or do about the noise they were making. Those 
thoughts soon vanished when Jean turned around to face Phil with that unmistakable look 
in her eyes that she needed a hot fuck. My heart really sank to its lowest point since she 
started cuckolding me. That was the look that, until now, was mine and mine alone.  This 
was the look that signaled her total surrender to me. She seldom relinquished control to 
another human being. This was the signal that all barriers and defenses were down and I 
could have my way with her no matter what I wanted to do. I didn’t think any other guy 
would ever get that look from her. This signaled my final defeat as a husband; as a man. 
She was willing to give herself up completely to another man outside of our agreement. 
She was intentionally going to commit an act of adultery. Still, I felt even more excited 
by this betrayal than anything I saw her do until this moment.

Lost in reverie, I missed what was said between them but I saw Jean kneel down between 
Phil’s legs. As he leaned way back on the sofa, I could see the top of his enormous cock 
as Jean began her worship. It began with her rubbing the tip of it around her face and 
neck occasionally passing it across her lips, her nose, and her forehead. I could see that 
he was getting extremely hard as the foreskin was fully retracted and pulled tight along 
the shaft. The head of his cock was swelling as a signal that it would soon eject the vast 
reserve of sperm forming in his massive testis.  Jean correctly interpreting the signs slid 
her mouth over the gigantic head that stretched her lips until they were thin lines of red 
encircling his thick shaft. It is quite amazing to see what people will do when crazed with 
sexual passion. This could not have been comfortable for her. She could barely move her 
mouth enough to give him a proper blowjob. I’m sure though that she was frantically 
working the underside of that colossal head with her talented tongue. The memory of 
those blowjobs was so real I could almost feel it on my own cock. It brought a tingling 
sensation to my exhausted member and a feeling that I would uncork if there was 
anything left in my reservoir. Unfortunately for me, it was empty and I had to settle for 
the twitching of an approaching dry climax. After only a couple of moments of Jean’s 
mouthing, she suddenly coughed with her mouth full of cock ejecting through the seal her 
lips made around the shaft the creamy white sperm that was pressurizing her mouth and 
I’m sure, her throat. It looked for a minute that she could not get unhooked from the 
monster as she struggled to accommodate his formidable ejaculations. Her eyes seemed 
to widen in panic. She coughed and gagged several more times before pulling her mouth 
of the throbbing cock with a loud pop. The cum she had gathered in her mouth but not yet 
swallowed was spilling from her distended maw and continued to drool until she regained 
sufficient control of her muscles to close her lips. Even then it didn’t immediately stop as 
the sperm leaked through her weakened lips and down her chin to hang as a giggling 
string below. It was her face now that was continually assaulted by the remaining volleys 
of  sperm that soon dipped and flowed down over her chin and onto the front of her 
blouse. When the bombardment stopped, she pressed her lips to the opening at the end of 
his cock to suck the remaining cum into her mouth to consume his sperm in a final act of 
devotion to this magnificent cock.  

Phil lie back exhausted while Jean rose to her feet with much difficulty using his wobbly 
knees as a crutch. It looked like Phil was done for the night but Jean headed right towards 
our bedroom and directly at me, like a child caught spying for Santa, I scurried as quickly 
as possible trying to be as quiet as I could to get into the bed and under the covers before 
she got to me. I caught a break as she veered off toward the bathroom where she turned 
on the light and then I heard her empty her over-full bladder into the toilet. From the bed, 
I could see her sitting there hunched over with her elbows on her knees looking very tired 
and extremely drunk. She brought her hands up to rest her face in her palms but the 
slippery cum made that an impossibility. She jerked her self upright and kind of wobbled 
a bit before taking some toilet paper and wrapping it around her hand a few times, stuck it 
down between her legs to wipe whatever piss clung to her cunt lips. She had a problem 
when she tried to drop the paper into the bowl because the sticky cum on her hand 
wouldn’t let it come off. I watched her grab the soiled paper with her other equally cum 
soaked left hand only to make the problem worse by tearing the soft paper causing both 
hands to now be enrobed in toilet paper. She tried and tried to get the stuff off but 
because of her drunken condition failed at this simple task. Giving up, she stood up 
without flushing and walked into the bedroom wiping her paper covered hands against 
her stomach as she headed for the bed. She fell onto the bed still wearing her cum soaked 
blouse and tennis skirt sans panties.  She was asleep before her head hit the bed short of 
the pillow. I got up and picked her legs up and placed them on the bed. I could see her ass 
cheeks. Those were the cheeks that Phil had just sucked. I could smell his cum on her 
through the awful smell of her alcohol breath. Even through all of this, she was the most 
beautiful creature God had ever made and I still felt that I couldn’t be without her. I had 
to have her no matter what was going to happen; n matter what she was going to do.

I awakened late in the morning to the revolting smell of Jean’s hang-over breath and 
Phil’s stale cum. It was enough to turn my stomach so I bolted to the bathroom to freshen 
up before facing the day. Leaving the bathroom, I slipped back through the bedroom 
holding my breath until I got to the living area only to be met with the same disgusting 
smell. Phil, apparently too drunk and exhausted after his blowjob to move just slept 
where he lie all night. His head was still on the back of the sofa where I last saw him and 
as I walked around, I could see that his slacks were unbuttoned with the zipper down and 
his huge but flaccid member laying out in full view. He was too drunk to have a morning 
hard-on so it just laid there it a thick heap on his lap. I was curious about it but certainly 
didn’t want to get caught exploring. I softly walked over closer to get a better look. That 
threatening bulb of a head was fully retracted into its hiding place and the foreskin was 
almost totally closed over the tip but as I bent down, I could see the cockhead inside and 
the large piss slit still wet with his slimy fluids. His pant legs were covered with a residue 
of dried sperm that had cascaded from Jean’s mouth and face last night. I had to fight an 
overwhelming compulsion to touch it and maybe do more but I feared getting caught so I 
just stood there observing the beast. Apparently I was wrong about his morning wood 
because it began to stir and little by little it began to swell and stretch out across his lap.  I 
looked at his face and he appeared to be sleeping soundly but things were happening. I 
couldn’t believe it but I was watching him get an erection. The beast expanded in fits and 
starts but eventually became suspended away from his trousers. It slowly bobbed there 
for awhile and then swung up to point toward his face. I was getting excited myself but 
soon realized how tender I was as my cock pressed out against the fabric of my pajamas.  
As I stood there with my Jockey’s tented while I was staring at Phil’s enormous erection I 
heard Mary say, “Beautiful. Isn’t it?”

I looked up embarrassed and speechless seeing her standing in the doorway of her 
bedroom.

“I can see you find it exciting too” she said with a big smile on her face.

I could feel the rigidity leaving my dick as I stood there in my embarrassment. 

“Let’s go down and get breakfast.” She said almost as a cover for my situation.

I said, “It’s awful late for breakfast.” To which she replied, “It’s Vegas. Get your pants 
on.”

We both got dressed and went down the strip to Denny’s where we both enjoyed a Grand 
Slam breakfast and what seemed like a dozen coups of coffee while we talked. With us 
both on a caffeine high, we set about to explore the town. I liked the Luxor and she the 
Venetian where we rode in a gondola like a teenage couple on a date. We watched the 
sidewalk pirate show at Treasure Island and caught the dolphin show at the Mirage. With 
this diversion, I had almost forgotten about my agreement with Jean and when it came to 
mind, I was full of regret. I was by now fully aware of the emotional attachment that 
springs from a sexual encounter with someone that you really like already. Here I was 
with Mary acting like it was my first girlfriend that I just got lucky with and falling head 
over heals in love. Could I deal with this happening to Jean? How far is my relationship 
with Mary going to go? I know that I am feeling real love for this woman. I don’t feel 
like this is a fling but a long term real to goodness love thing we have going. Despite 
these feelings, I will not give up Jean. But, with the shoe on the other foot, would she 
give up me? I was afraid of what the answer would be. I dreaded what was about to 
happen and I know, after the events of last night, that she wants to go through with our 
deal.

Mary and I had a wonderful afternoon together and found ourselves holding hands and 
cuddling every chance we got. We were getting hungry again at about 4:30 in the 
afternoon and decided to go back to the room and rouse up our spouses thinking they 
should be by now hungry too. When we got into the suite though, we found them both in 
their beds with the feint smell of vomit in the air. Clearly, there would be no dinner plans 
for them tonight. It was going to be awhile before they would be able to eat anything so 
Mary and I took a shower together again and got dressed for the evening and went back 
out on the town to enjoy a good meal and the nightlife of Vegas. I put the fear of the deal 
out of my head, at least for tonight.

One night’s reprieve turned into two as Phil and Jean couldn’t kick the aftermath of their 
carousing for a couple of days. On the afternoon of the third day with Jean looking bright 
and chipper and as beautiful as I ever saw her, she said to me, “Tonight is it, Gary. Boy 
am I randy… I want to do it… I want to do it right now.” 

I was dreading those words but I knew it had to come. After all, that was the whole 
purpose of this trip and I could see that Jean was working on Phil all day. She was 
posturing and posing and finding every opportunity to brush up against him without 
letting him touch her or maintain any form of prolonged contact between them. She 
flashed her beautiful thighs with her short skirt and leaned over enough to display her 
cleavage that was well revealed by her low cut top. I was watching the seduction game 
going on right in front of me. 

She then announced it to all four of us, “It’s time to do it. 

Mary said, “Do what?”

“Get fucked” she said loud enough for everyone around us to hear.

With that, Mary’s eyes locked on mine and I could see her dread. She has been silent on 
this for the entire time but clearly she was dreading this as much as I.

“Can you get it up Phil?  Because I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time and I can’t 
wait any longer. Let’s all go back to the room.”

Looking at me she said, “You’re going to live up to your promise aren’t you?”

Hesitating for quite some time, I finally said in a meek voice, “yes.”

Jean smiled, hugged me and said, “I love you.”

Yes, but was this any way for her to be showing it?

Mary looked as though he was very disappointed with my response. I was not sure, 
considering what the two of us have been doing. I couldn’t figure out if she was mad that 
I would be involved or that she might lose her husband to someone else. I believed that it 
was the former. I realized that Phil hadn’t said a word during this entire exchange. He just 
took Jean by the hand and headed back to the Bellagio. Mary and I gave up all pretenses 
about our relationship and simultaneously reached out to clasp hands and we followed 
right behind them. Looking at the couples all around us, I wondered how many were 
husband and wife pairs and how many were swappers. I was kind of hoping that everyone 
looking would see us as swingers about to screw our brains out.  Certainly everyone 
within ear-shot of Jean knew. I was beginning to get me in the mood for what was ahead.

When we reached our suite, Jean swiped the card to open the door. I was expecting Phil 
to be a romantic like me and sweep her off of her feet and carry her into the room but he 
just walked in behind her maybe a little more rushed than she looking like he was 
pushing her into the room. Phil let the door slam behind him before we had a chance to 
enter and after waiting in vein for it to be opened for us; Mary used her key-card to open 
it making me think that the door slam was intentional. Maybe he was just blinded by the 
expectation of his great fortune. 

By the time we got in the door, the two of them were locked in a passionate kiss. Not to 
be outdone, I grabbed Mary and kissed her with equal ardor. I heard Jean break the kiss 
and say, “we all need to get showers. We stink!”

Phil tried to guide her into his and Mary’s bathroom but she would have none of it. She 
said, “No, you wash with Mary and I’ll go with Gary. He and I have to talk.”

Jean could tell that I was getting cold feet but I could see that in the state of mind that she 
was in; she was going ahead with this regardless of what I wanted or did. There was 
nothing that I was going to do that could stop it. One thing I had going for me, at least so 
far, was that she and Phil were totally unaware of all the fucking and sucking Mary and I 
had done and probably will continue to do. This little secret made me feel like I had an 
upper hand if only in secret. I was hoping that Mary wouldn’t spill the beans to Phil. 

Jean and I stripped and entered the shower and began to wash each other. I was struck by 
the lack of excitement on either of our part in doing this. When I was soaping those 
beautiful breasts, it was somehow different from when I did it with Mary a couple of 
nights before. I was so excited with Mary. She was new and she was not mine. Her body 
was different from what I was use to. Mary’s body is beautiful but, make no mistake 
about it, Jean’s body is magnificent. Her breasts stand out from her body as if supported 
by the hands of angels. Her body is more beautiful than any Playboy centerfold and she 
doesn’t even require air brushing, her skin is perfect. 

Having recovered from her bout with alcohol, her eyes sparkled again and her teeth shone 
bright white from the spot light overhead in the shower. I truly loved her and didn’t want 
to lose her but I had made her a promise that I had to live up to; especially now since I 
cheated on her with her best friend and I knew it would get out sooner or later. 

Jean took the time to remind me of the terms of our deal; some deal when she is the one 
getting everything she wants and with my help to boot. I made this promise in a moment 
of sexual frenzy and emotional weakness and wouldn’t be seeing this thing through if I 
hadn’t been fucking Mary. But, see it through I will and I endure all the humiliation that 
comes with it.

Jean reminded me that this was originally my idea and that she agreed only if I did some 
key things. She said that she would not let Phil put his dick in her and she wouldn’t help 
put it in either. She said that was my job so guide it into her cunt and to hold it while he 
fucked her. This, she felt, was the only way she could be assured of my full concurrence 
with what she was going to do. I was getting pretty excited as she described it since I was 
now thinking about actually doing it. She went on about her demands and I was so turned 
on, I agreed to all of them. I did ask her if she thought Phil would allow all of this and she 
said that Mary had told him my conditions and he agreed to all of them. 

I was disappointed that Mary knew all of the details and hadn’t said anything about them 
during all of the time we had spent together over the past few days. That was of little 
importance now that we were preparing for the actual event. Jean dried her hair and 
brushed it smooth tying it back with a black ribbon. She put on a minimal amount of 
makeup that she really didn’t need and topped it off with red lipstick. She put on the 
lingerie she bought specifically for this occasion and slipped her feet into a pair of black 
patent leather 5 inch stilettos.  She was more than magnificent. I felt like I was going to 
cum just by looking at her. My eyes were glued to her as she walked about the room 
tending to this and to that and acting oblivious to what we were about to do. Her legs 
looked more beautiful and sexy than ever from the effect of the extremely high heels. Her 
walk was a little bit awkward with the extremely high heels but the effect they had on the 
shape of her legs more than made up for it. She put on a silky short robe that covered her 
sexy lingerie but showed off her shapely legs and walked toward the bedroom door. 

Phil and Mary were in the living area waiting for us when we left our bedroom. Mary was 
covered with a hot pink robe about the same length as Jean’s. She was standing at the bar 
and as I came around I noticed that she too was wearing black stilettos that happened to 
make her much taller than me but her shapely legs were worth it. I wasn’t sure where 
Mary was going to fit in since Jean’s plan for the evening had me pretty much occupied 
through the entire event. I began to hope that Mary and I could do something that would 
allow us to claim the right to fuck right in front of our spouses also but first things first. 
Here were two magnificent women making themselves completely available to our 
desires. These two women had to be the most beautiful women in Los Vegas and there 
are plenty of beauties there to go around but I doubt any of them are as naturally beautiful 
as these two. 

I was wearing a silky pajama with boxer type bottoms and Phil had on a robe but was 
naked underneath which was out of place considering the effort the girls have put into 
making themselves sexy. Phil popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and decanted the 
bubbly to four very long stemmed crystal glasses. I was feeling a bit awkward, not 
knowing how this was going to start.

After a couple of glasses of champagne we paired up to dance to the soft music playing 
on the stereo; I with Mary and Jean with Phil. I was far shorter than Mary in my bare feet 
and her in heels but I asked her to keep them on since she looked so hot in them. We 
adjusted ourselves to the difference with my face at her collarbone and close to her 
breasts. I lay my head against her and savored the smell of her skin. Phil was still taller 
than Jean even with her high heels. As I looked over, he was pressing his nose into her 
hair and holding her very close to his body. Mary and I stopped dancing because we 
found the difference in our heights a bit uncomfortable. We took a seat on the love seat 
with her leaning into my side and my arm around her shoulder holding her close. We 
watched the honeymoon couple in their dance of anticipation. They would occasionally 
kiss each other lightly and cuddle tightly while swaying to the music. They seemed to 
enjoy being watched as much as we enjoyed watching them. Soon, the area they covered 
with their dance became smaller and smaller until they remained standing in one place 
while swaying their bodies to the music.  The kisses were getting longer and their bodies 
pressing harder against each other. Eventually, the swaying stopped and their movements 
lost harmony with the music. Their bodies were now preparing for the mating ritual and 
we were observers. Neither of us made a move to join in the ceremony; yet, we both 
knew we were going to get involved. We were going to assist them. We were going to 
help them cuckold us both.

I was getting quite aroused watching my wife make love to another man. Her kisses were 
those of love but were rapidly evolving to kisses of passion. She was being very careful 
and purposeful with her kisses. Light touches of her lips to his followed by a slow press 
and insertion of her tongue in his mouth. Upon her releasing pressure on his mouth, she 
pulled back keeping her tongue inside licking around his mouth until her tongue was 
circling all around his lips and then sliding back in until their lips were again sealed 
together. This was such an erotic sight that I could feel Mary, sitting against me, heating 
up and her breathing deepen with each variation of their kiss. My reactions were the 
same. I could feel my face flushing and my penis getting harder. My heart was pounding 
in my chest. But, the show was just beginning.

We were watching a play that was very familiar to me. I knew the script by heart. I could 
see by the blush in her cheeks and the red blotches on her throat that Jean had reached the 
point where she needed some visual stimulation. True to form, she stepped back sliding 
her hands from around Phil’s neck down the lapels of his robe pulling it open until she 
reached the sash holding it closed at his waist. She untied the sash revealing his naked 
body and moving her hands back up grabbed the robe on either side of his chest and 
pushed it up and off of his big shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Stepping further back 
she slinked out of her peignoir captivating us all with her sensual strip show.  She used 
the silk gown like a sensual magician’s cape attracting all eyes to follow as it revealed her 
sensual curves. Her beauty, though slightly obscured by the sparsely placed lingerie, was 
displayed like the Venus Braschi in the Louvre holding her garment at her side. She fixed 
her gaze on Phil’s prodigious member and as if strategically timed, dropped her peignoir 
to the ground to draw everyone’s attention to her stiletto-heals as she kicked it out of the 
way and stepped up to Phil grabbing his semi-hard cock. She was using it to control him 
and skillfully moved him a little bit here and a little bit there, just enough to make him 
break his stance and move his feet. She did this rather subtly so that he was not aware of 
her gaining control over him but I knew what she was doing. She leisurely stroked his 
shaft making it firm up under her manipulation and leaned in to kiss his muscular chest. 
He must have shaved for the occasion since the skin across his perfect Pecs was smooth 
and hairless.  He was never what you would call hairy but he did have a bit of a forest 
there in the middle of his chest the last time I saw him without a shirt. He clearly had 
been thinking about and planning this moment. She began licking him sliding her tongue 
over to a nipple and worked on it until it was erect. She sunk her teeth into his erect teat 
causing him to jump and yelp. Another effect of her bite was to make him deflate. It was 
quite a funny sight to see her holding his limp dick by the root as the front part of it 
dangled and the head retracted into his foreskin. She tightened her grip and pulled him 
back to where she could again work on his body with her mouth. It took some time for 
him to regain his passion and re-inflate. I had long ago become desensitized to her bites 
and eventually learned to enjoy them but occasionally they were disruptive to our routine. 
Jean didn’t skip a beet in her performance with Phil though. She just moved on to the 
next scene in this play which was one of my favorites. 

Pressing her body to him, she slid her breasts back and forth across his midsection while 
nibbling at the side of his neck and ear lobe. She was a master of the art. The feel if her 
grazing teeth on your neck, the gentle wet licking and sucking on your lobe coupled with 
the sound of her breathing in your ear could cause m to climax without any other 
stimulation. In fact, just the sound of her breathing close to my ear has brought me to 
climax many times. One of my favorite ways to cum was to lay on her with my penis 
fully inserted in her vagina with both of us holding very still I would turn my head so that 
my ear was near her nose and mouth and I would just listen to the changing urgency of 
her breathing. Just listening t this would make me shoot my load into her. It was this 
habit that forced me to master the oral arts since after doing that I had to relieve Jean 
before I had a chance to recharge.

Jean’s maneuver was having a similar effect on Phil because his dick jumped right to 
attention. She wasn’t taking any chances with an early climax and kept the grip on his 
cock firm and still. After only a few moments of this, she separated from him slightly and 
pulled him by the cock over to us. Grabbing my hand saying, “It’s time.”

As I got to my feet, she reached into my boxers and grabbed my handle and off we went 
to the bedroom followed by Mary. I felt kind of silly as she maneuvered us to sit side by 
side on the end of the bed. When we were settled, she let us both go and reached out to 
grab Mary’s hand. There we sat like little boys with hard-on’s waiting for instructions.

Mary, holding Jean’s hand said. “We thought we would give you boys a little treat,” then 
turned and embraced Jean. They wrapped their arms around each other; Jean around 
Mary’s waist and Mary Jeans neck. They moved their faces slowly together to where 
their lips lightly touched. Jean extended her tongue just like she did to Phil and teased 
Mary’s lips as they slowly merged into a soft kiss. Jean continued undoing Mary’s robe 
and letting it slide to the floor.  The lesbian thing was a new twist to the act but it was 
guaranteed to keep our erections firm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Phil’s 
enormous spear swaying  back and forth in his lap which was a little distracting to me as I 
was fully aware of what he was about to do with it. I soon got back with the program as 
the urgency of the girls kiss heated up and their hands began to explore each other’s 
bodies.  Mary slid her hands under the material draped over Jean’s breasts and began 
messaging them. Jean slid her hand under Mary’s thong and slowly rubbed her obviously 
erect clit. Nothing was rushed about their foreplay. They were clearly aware of each 
other’s needs and desires. Their mouths never parted throughout this scene. Still 
connected, they worked their way between us and slid onto the bed forcing them to break 
their kiss. 

We turned and watched them arrange themselves together face to face while lying on 
their sides where they resumed their passionate kissing and groping.  Mary pushed the 
silky fabric of Jeans top up and over her breasts and brought her mouth to suckle her 
nipples while Jean pushed Mary’s thong aside and inserted a finger into her vagina. Both 
were heating up rapidly so they slowed things down a bit by returning to kissing. They 
alternated this pattern several times as Phil and I watched with excitement. We had 
turned our bodies to lean on our sides facing each other with our legs still off the bottom 
of the bed and the girls between us. In this position, our crotches were very close. So, as 
Mary climbed up to straddle Jeans face with her cunt, it caused Phil and I to roll a little 
bit into each other and with Phil’s long reach we crossed swords. I was amazed by the 
weight of his cock. I was thinking I should pull back but I was enjoying the new 
experience. The fact that our cocks were touching didn’t bother Phil in the least and he 
looked at his claymore against my more diminutive epee and began rocking his hips 
causing his heavy monster to pound against mine. I couldn’t resist the challenge and 
rocked my hips to parry with him. I lunged at him with no possibility of hitting him but 
with his riposte upon my retreat he hit my abdomen leaving a cum slick to mark his 
victory. 

At that point, Mary started grunting and moaning leading up to screaming climax on 
Jean’s face. In trading places, the girls disturbed our play and separated us enough that 
our dick play was stopped but theirs continued. Jean was more physical than Mary in 
working her pleasure. Where Mary let Jean do all of the work sucking her large clit, Jean 
ground and rocked her pelvis crushing her cunt into Mary’s face. She rotated her hips 
rapidly drawing as much pleasure as she could from Mary’s mouth until she burst into an 
equally loud and violent orgasm. She then rolled off of Mary’s face and slid down along 
her girlfriend and lover’s body. 

With that, we guys slid up along on either side of them and wrapped our arms across both 
of them locking them together; Phil against Jean and me against Mary.  I managed to get 
my dick into Mary’s ass crack and as I pressed, she lifted one leg and let my dick slide 
along her cunt. She brought her leg back down trapping my overheated penis in her 
soaking wet valley of passion. She squeezed my cock between her legs and rocked her 
hips. With her being sloppy wet from her orgasm, her crotch squeezed by her legs felt 
very much like a vagina and I had to pull out as a climax was dangerously close. Mary 
slipped off all of her lingerie throwing it to the bottom of the bed and turned and threw 
her arms around me. She rolled with her back part way on Jean and slipped her legs up 
and around mine leaving my cock right at her cunt. She reached down, grabbed my cock 
and guided it into her quim and I immediately began pumping into her. We fucked for 
awhile like that and then she squirmed out from under me and knelt at Jeans side and 
leaned over her stomach and partly onto Phil and told me to fuck her hard which I did 
with a great deal of energy. She soon broke into a screaming orgasm which kicked of 
mine simultaneously. It felt like I dumped a gallon of cum into her. I must have spurted 
eight or nine times leaving me weak. As is pulled out, I got confirmation of the volume of 
cum I shot as it poured out of her hole and onto the bed next to Jean. It just kept coming 
and pooling on the sheet. 

I got up to get a towel while Jean swung around to lap up what ever cum was left in 
Mary’s cunt. In repositioning, Mary knelt in the pool of my cum and eventually collapsed 
over it after yet another climax curtsey of Jean’s tongue. Mary was now sloppy with 
sperm over her hips ass and thighs. I wiped her with the towel and tried to clean up the 
sheet but to no avail. I apologized to Jean since I knew she was the one that wanted to get 
fucked but we kind of stole her thunder. But, Jean wasn’t listening nor was she bothered 
or even aware of the cum spot on the bed because she was deeply engaged in advanced 
foreplay with Phil that was obviously influenced by our heated coupling. They were 
kissing, rubbing, and rolling in ecstasy. Jean rolled onto her back and Phil rolled on top 
of her and jammed his big cock between her legs. She opened them as if to invite 
penetration but as he applied pressure, she flinched and grabbed his cock to stop any 
progress. She said, “No, Gary has to put it in me.”

My knees got weak and I began to shake all over now that the moment has come. She 
called me over and said, “I need it, Gary. Please put it in me.”

Mary moved to the bottom of the bed to get a good view while I crawled over the bed on 
my knees until I was near Jean’s hips where I was to help them join. I was to help them 
copulate. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to do it despite the many times I envisioned 
this act in sexual fantasies that Jean and I frequently shared. As I reached out, Phil 
cooperatively pulled himself up and adjusted his position over Jean to give me room to 
work. I continued my reach until my hand was on his cock. It felt marvelous in my hand. 
I hefted it a bit to get use to its weight and if by reflex started to stroke it as soon as I got 
a good grip on it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. This felt so much better than my own 
cock since it felt much hotter and was so much bigger. I could not completely encircle it 
with my fingers from mid-shaft down to its base. I didn’t realize that it had so much taper 
because it is so long and massive but with my hand on it I could feel it thicken as I moved 
my hand down the shaft. In his current state of arousal, the foreskin was so tightly 
retracted you would think he was circumcised. The skin did slide under my grip but not 
nearly as far as the skin on my circumcised prick does even at maximum arousal. 

Jean was getting impatient with me and was getting louder in her repeated command to 
“do it.” 

I looked at the target of her hole and thought it looked pretty wet but awfully small. I 
wasn’t sure that they would be able to do the deed but I went ahead anyway. I pulled his 
cock forward and started to rub it up and down her slit adding more pressure as it pressed 
upon her clit drawing moans and groans from deep in her throat. Phil repositioned 
himself to fully enable penetration and in the process his massive testicles swung down 
into my view. For some reason, I hadn’t noticed them before but now only inches from 
my hand, I was hypnotically drawn to them. I just couldn’t resist the temptation and 
released my grip on his cock that was poking at Jeans hole and I reached down and 
cradled his balls. I lightly rolled them in my palm and hefted them to measure their 
weight. It was easy then to understand the tremendous volume of his ejaculate. I could 
only assume that he also had a prodigious prostate o pump it all out. I briefly conjured 
visions of inspecting his prostate but the reverie was broken by Jean’s vocalizations only 
this time they weren’t fantasy. She finally had the massive penis she had pined for and it 
was at the gate and my distraction was the only thing keeping her from realizing her 
dream. She was getting impatient. Even though Phil was clearly enjoying having his balls 
massaged, I slipped my hand back to his shaft and continued as was my duty. I pulled the 
massive pole into her but it wasn’t close to slipping inside. The hole was just too small 
for a cock that was many times the size of the cock she was use to – mine. I slid my hand 
to the middle of his shaft and kind of cranked it around as if to drill the head into her. It 
was starting to working but her labia were being dragged in by the massive knob and Jean 
started to complain that it was hurting her. I backed him out and spread her lips with my 
fingers and guided him back for another assault but to no avail. The huge cockhead 
jammed at the entrance just like it had before. I could see that Jean was pretty wet but her 
lube had stopped flowing like it had earlier. Even though his pre-cum was flowing there 
just wasn’t enough lubricant to allow this massive rod to go in. 

Jean finally yelled, “It’s too dry. Do something.”

I looked around for something to lube them both up but couldn’t see anything from where 
I was sitting. Mary got up to go look for something and left the room.

In a desperate plea, Jean cried, “Please hurry up. I need it now. I’ve got to have it. 
Please!”

Desperate times call for desperate measures so I pulled his cock up, bent over and laved 
the head with my wet tongue. It didn’t seem to be making it wet enough because my 
mouth was dry from all of my anxiety. I opened my mouth more and took the head in as 
far as I could to try to get as much saliva transferred to it as I could. To this, Phil cried 
out, “Shit, I’m close to coming!” 

With the cock still in my mouth, I could see some movement at the side of the bed and as 
I rolled my eyes to see, there stood Mary with a tube of KY. What must she think of me 
now? I couldn’t sink any lower than this. But, for some reason, I was not in control of 
myself and I continued with the blow job. 

Phil yelled, “Stop man I’m cuming!” But I didn’t stop.

Mary said, “Gary, stop before you ruin it for Jean. Here, this will work better anyhow,” 
and extended her hand with the KY.

I reluctantly pulled off just before Phil reached the point of no return. My mouth felt 
empty but the remnant of his leakage was a tantalizing treat. I was familiar with it since I 
remembered the taste of his cum on Jean’s lips in the past. 

That was the first time I had ever blown a man but it was surely not going to be the last. I 
knew then that I would not be satisfied until I had the ultimate blast of cum in my mouth. 
I probably had those feelings before but didn’t admit to them since I was so enthralled 
with watching Jean take cum loads from me and, of course, from Phil’s fire hose. I 
wanted it for myself. I wanted to feel cum spurt in my mouth and I wanted to feel it 
sliding down my throat. I was giving into there homosexual feelings and I didn’t much 
care what anyone thought. At that point, I was certain of what I wanted.

I took the tube from her and squirted a large amount onto my palm and closed my hand 
over the goop to try to make it warmer before applying it so as not to break anyone’s 
mood. When I felt it was warm enough, I reached out and slipped my slicked fingers over 
the knob of Phil’s monster and slid them down the shaft and back up to coat it as best I 
could. I had to squirt more KY directly to it since the amount I could hold in my hand 
was nowhere near enough to cover this massive pole. When I got as much on it as I 
thought would work, I smeared the residue that was on my hands on her already wet cunt. 
I squirted more on her gash and also worked my slick fingers inside her hole to make sure 
there would be sufficient lubrication to assure consummation of their carnal deed. Phil 
now retook his position and Jean pulled her knees up a bit to accommodate him. I 
regained my grip on his cock, spread Jeans labia with my other hand and guided his cock 
to her hole. I was not able to do much to assist the penetration since the KY made my 
hand just slip along his shaft as I pulled. He understood what was happening and 
automatically supplied the pressure to gain entrance. Amazingly, the head burrowed right 
in. Jean let out a loud scream and said, “God! It hurts.”

Phil, with a cock that big must have had plenty of experience at this, just stopped 
applying pressure but did not pull out. I thought she was in bad pain and tried to pull him 
out but my hand just slipped along his shaft and he held his position and would not pull it 
out. I looked up at him for the first time but his eyes and Jeans were locked in some kind 
of communication was going on between them since she stopped complaining, the 
grimace came off of her face and she quietly submitted to him. After a short while, I 
could feel him renew his thrust but he was not going any deeper. Jean started thrusting 
and rotating her hips in an effort to engulf his monster but neither of them was making 
any progress. I never had a problem like this when fucking her. She was sometimes very 
tight, especially when the foreplay was short but she would soon loosen up and I would 
just pound away but this was different, only his cockhead was in her and I could still see 
and feel his entire shaft. It was a matter of physics. You just can’t squeeze your head into 
a thimble.

They stayed like that for quite some time and I thought they would give it up but Jean put 
her arms around Phil’s neck and pulled his mouth to hers in a kiss: not passionate but 
sensual. Very slowly she built it up to the hot lip play that was her mastery. I kept my 
grip as I agreed to do but my arm was trapped between their writhing bodies. I could feel 
his the pulsing pressure that he was applying but could not tell if he was making any 
progress. I attempted to remove my arm from between them but Jean quickly reached out 
grabbed my arm and pressured it back toward their coupling so I just retightened my grip 
on his cock and settled in lying on my side for the duration. 

Mary, seeing that I was uncomfortable came around and cuddled up against me to give 
me some needed support. She slipped my boxers off and ran her hands over my hip and 
buttocks in a most sensual way. Despite my extreme level of sexual excitement, I was 
flaccid and my dick lay drooping toward the bed but it was leaking its viscous lubricant 
as if I was fully erect and preparing to penetrate Jean myself. This was a strange vicarious 
excitement that gave me the feelings but not the physical manifestations of sex play.  
Mary slid her hand to my cock and played with it but still no reaction. She took my 
leaking fluid and smeared it al over my cock and balls. It was a wonderful feeling but still 
was not making me hard. That didn’t stop her. She slowly manipulated me and pressed 
her body close to mine. 

I could feel that Phil’s dick starting to make some progress. His strokes were getting just 
a little bit longer and his pressure increasing with each down stroke. He lifted slightly to 
get a better purchase on her cunt causing their kiss to break. Jean’s head was now rocking 
from side to side on the pillow and he staccato grunts getting louder. This was the signal 
that an orgasm was close. Phil was pressing so hard into her tat his shaft was flexing from 
the pressure. His speed was increasing also. Jean’s grunts were becoming one continuous 
groan and getting louder and louder. Phil raised his upper body to the full extent of his 
arms and thrust his massive cock down with tremendous power causing his cock to break 
all resistance and slam to the bottom of Jean’s vagina and forcing a long shrill scream 
from her like I had never heard before. I thought for a moment that she was badly hurt 
but her scream changed in tone to her recognizable scream of orgasm. She was cuming 
hard, harder than I ever heard. She reached down to his ass and pulled him into her. She 
dug her heals into the bed and forced her hips hard into him. She was trying to get as 
much of his big cock inside of her as she could but my hand was still on his cock and it 
had a long way still to go if that was ever to happen. I let go of it so I could get a better 
look at her as she climaxed. As I sat up, Mary told me that Phil still had a long way to go 
before cuming and that we were in for a long night.

I moved up to get my face near hers to watch the contortions and strains of her orgasm as 
it took hold of her. I loved to watch and listen to her orgasms. I would always try to delay 
mine so that I had a chance to see several of these each time we fucked. She had an 
unlimited capacity foe orgasms but I had a single shot cock that would take hours to 
reload. When I was in the zone, I could coax three or four out of her in a single night. Her 
record was seven but that session nearly wore my cock off.

.Phil was a surprisingly tender lover which I did not expect after seeing and feeling the 
force he used to enter her. With that thought, I finally realized that it finally happened. 
My baby, my love, my wife was being fucked by another man and it was not just any 
other man, it was my friend, our friend, and a man with the largest cock I could ever 
imagine on a human being. Those sinking feelings of humiliation and dread were taking 
over. There she was with that big cock still in her and she was already exploding with 
ecstasy from it. Looking at her I could picture what it was like inside her over-stuffed 
vagina. Her body was still contorting in climax but Phil was calmly holding still letting 
her get off on him and conserving his sexual energy for what was still to come. I could 
tell that she was nearing the end of her sexual seizure when she unlocked her legs from 
around his ass and start to swing her knees in and out in an attempt to keep the 
stimulation going. She always did this and then would slide her heals down the bed to 
straiten out her legs and while holding them stiff would squeeze then together. I would 
slide my legs over hers and let her bring them together and squeeze my scrotum and balls 
between them. True to form she performed her routine but Phil was unaware of the 
pleasure he would have if he only would straddle her legs as she did it. I guess that will 
remain our thing, Jean and I.

After coming down, Jean turned her head to me and said in a soft voice, “Honey, I love 
you.” But in my confused state I thought she may have said, “Honey, I love it.” Why am I 
always second guessing myself? She had to have meant me. I don’t know. I was so 
confused and afraid of losing her. There she was lying next to me with someone else’s 
cock in her and a huge one at that. I was convincing myself that she wasn’t referring to 
me but then she said it again, “Oh God… Gary I love you. Thank you. Thank you. 
Thank…” And she trailed off sinking into a place within herself to lock out everything in 
her surroundings; everything but the sensation of that big cock fucking her. She closed 
her eyes while her body absorbed the thrusts of the massive pile-driver pounding her 
cunt. Her entire body was sliding back and forth and her head pressed into the pillow. I 
had calmed myself down with renewed confidence of her love and assumed the role of an 
observer. Phil’s slim muscular body was pressing her down to the bed and her normally 
perky breasts were crushed under his weight and were bulging out between their bodies. 
Her body moved beneath him in reaction to his every thrust. He was stretched at length 
over her making her turn her head toward me as it was crushed under the top of his chest. 
Her arms were lightly exploring his lower bask as he pumped her. His hips were rotating 
into her with obvious force. With her eyes tightly shut, she was sounding out again; a 
signal of an approaching orgasm. This one should be a good since she was totally 
absorbed in the act to the exclusion of anything or anyone else and that included Phil. She 
was totally consumed in her feelings. That sound usually preceded the fireworks.

Mary was at the bottom of the bed and was gesturing with her finger for me to come to 
her. I scooted down the bed and she whispered, “There is a better view down here,” 
While pointing between Phil’s legs. I tuned to look and was captivated at the sight of that 
enormous cock piercing my wife’s over-stretched cunt. He was into her with about three 
quarters of long dick. I was surprised that she could accommodate him that deeply. 
Where was it going? It had to be up to her navel by now. More than the depth, her hole 
was stretched wider than I thought possible. Well I guess possible since women have 
babies all of the time but even though possible, you would think that something that big 
entering your body would be painful. If it was, it must have been an exquisite kind of 
pain since she certainly was enjoying what ever sensations it created. He started to get a 
bit more urgent with his thrusts and spread his knees a little more to get better traction on 
the bed. In doing so, he opened up the scene for us to see just how her cunt was reacting 
to his thrusts. Her cunt looked amazing even with or maybe because of it being stretched 
so much. The crack of her cunt spread open gradually revealing her engorged clitoris and 
her swollen labia swabbing the giant shaft that penetrated her while it spread and 
distorted the lower part of her vulva into a pear-like shape that framed their merger.  I 
was happy that she didn’t shave her cunt because the perfectly trimmed hair provided a 
type of gilding to the frame surrounding this exquisite work of art. The ring of skin 
around the mouth of her vagina was shiny from being pulled so taught. The light brown 
pucker of her asshole was slightly open and flexing discordant to their carnal rhythm. 
There was a lot of seepage of their combined fluids spilling from her vagina and flowing 
down across her asshole and dripping to the bed. I knew that a lot of that liquid was his as 
I had seen the astonishing leakage of pre-cum that poured out of him when Jean sucked 
him off. It was like a river of clear thick ooze that flowed from the tip continuously while 
he was erect. That ooze was now spilling into my wife’s cunt and being squeezed out to 
flow down her ass. As his urgency increased, his strokes got longer and had to slide out 
rather than in since he was already hit bottom. His shaft was shiny with their juices which 
had started to foam up a bit with his increased speed and oscillation. The foam clung to 
his thick column as a ring of white fluff that was getting bibber with each thrust. As his 
motions became erratic, Jean exploded into a climax that must have triggered his because 
he slammed his cock as deep in her as he could and holding that position let out a loud 
cum-grunt followed by quite a few more. We could see the thick tube of his urethra blow 
his asshole pulse with each ejaculation of sperm that infused my honey’s vagina and was 
injected by force through her cervix directly into her womb. After just a couple of squirts, 
the sperm under tremendous pressure escaped the tight confinement of their coupling and 
was ejected around his shaft in a pulsing spray. With each pulse, the river that poured 
down her ass was renewed with a thick white cascade of cum. 

Her asshole had completely dilated from her orgasm and was capturing some of the flow 
into its dark recess. The remainder of his sperm continued through her splayed ass cheeks 
flowing along her raised curved spine until it dropped into a massive pool beneath her 
back. This was the most exciting pornography I had ever seen, maybe because I could 
hear it and smell it but I was starting the jitters thinking about the last part of our deal. 
That was an awful amount of cum to lap up and I didn’t know if I would be able to do it. 
Maybe I could just concentrate on whatever was on her cunt and ignore the lake of sperm 
on the bed. Forgetting about its volume, I started to think about its taste and got a 
renewed vigor to do it. I would lap her sperm covered cunt as son as he pulled out.

He kept his cock in her for awhile with little pumped of pressure at maximum 
penetration. Since he was still fully erect, he was squeezing more and more cum out of 
her cunt spilling it down her crack. Jean lowered her legs and started her squeeze play 
and Phil started to slowly roll off of her. I was awestruck by the realization of just how 
deep he was in her as I watched that giant slowly slide out of her vagina. It just kept 
coming and coming until it fell from her cunt and swung downward onto his thigh. He 
had to have been twice as deep in her as I could ever have gone. How was that possible? 
What was she feeling when he was all the way in? Is that what every woman needs? 

Jean called to me, “Gary,” And pulled her knees back up to guide me to her chalice.

When they broke their coupling, she and settled her ass down into the lake of sperm 
spreading it all over her ass and back and it was now sliding back down to the bed. I tried 
to ignore all of that but as I moved into position I was shocked to see the damage he did 
to her vagina. It was distended and open wide so that I could see the pool of thick white 
sperm inside. It was blood red around the rim and open with a view that only her 
gynecologist ever saw before. I hesitated, thinking that we would never be able to fuck 
again; that I wouldn’t even be able to make contact with the sides of her hole if it stayed 
that size. 

Jean begged with a moan, “Please,” And I woke from my trance and slowly lowered my 
head to fulfill my obligation. I went to her clit first and found no taste of sperm on it but I 
got a pleasant reaction from her as her groans started again. I knew this would end with 
her orgasm. I licked it for awhile and gradually increased the area of my concentration 
until I finally reached the chasm and was overwhelmed by the strong taste of cum. The 
heavy smell of their combined sex fluids filled my nostrils and, like cocaine, went 
directly to my brain to excite a flow of dopamine. The stimulation was unexpected and 
sent me into high gear licking and sucking at her hole. As she adjusted her hips for a 
better angle for her, she spilled the reservoir of sperm from her vagina directly into my 
mouth. As it was washing over my tongue, I could tell that I was in danger of loosing 
some of the precious fluid if I didn’t do something to accommodate the vast reserve 
heading my way so I pressed my mouth tightly to her hole to cover the opening and 
began to swallow every time that the amount exceeded the capacity of my mouth. I 
swallowed three times and still had sufficient cum in my mouth to savor its taste and 
texture. I wanted to clean up the rest so I swallowed a few times more to clear the last bits 
from my mouth in preparation for the task ahead. I stuck my tongue into that enormous 
void left behind by Phil’s cock and laved the cum from its walls. When I thought I got all 
that I could, I licked my way down to her asshole and pressed my tongue to the pucker 
that clenched itself closed at the first touch. I pressed inward as hard as I could until it 
released its hold and relinquished treasure of sperm to my tongue. It was the anal probing 
that set Jean off with a straining climax but I continued my sperm collecting as she 
writhed in ecstasy.  I licked it from her crack and from everywhere that it coated her ass. I 
pushed her knees into the air and licked where it smeared on hr back and even licked 
what I could find still pooled on the sheet. I just couldn’t get enough of it but when it ran 
out, I came back to reality and lowered Jean’s legs to the bed ad slid up and onto her and 
shared what remained in my mouth with her.  I think it was the cum more than the kiss 
that set her heavy breathing off but I could feel the pressure of her exhale through her 
nostrils on my cheek. The sound of the air being forced from her body was my 
aphrodisiac and I slipped my more diminutive member into her gaping cunt. It slipped in 
with absolutely no resistance and it felt like I was fucking warm gelatin. Despite the lack 
of friction, the thought of having my cock in a cunt that was just immersed in another 
man’s cum was driving me to a big climax. Jean, apparently with the same thought, broke 
into a mini climax which threw me into a major orgasm and I dumped my meager 
offering into her vessel. Exhausted, I rolled to her side opposite Phil and it was Mary that 
cleaned her out this time.

It was done. She got what she wanted but as it turned out it was not over. Jean was 
fucked three more times that night alone by Phil and it became a regular thing with us 
during our regular and now frequent get-togethers.


Reversal of Fortune
Chapter 4:  Love Knows No Bounds
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© Cruiser 2011
