As things started getting more intense, I had to look over at my wife and see if I could catch her in the act of coming. Like every woman, watching her come is amazingly hot. Usually she gets a bit of a blank stare before she comes and then closes her eyes, but they were open. They were open and they were watching Olivia bounce up and down on me. I believe her when she says she’s not interested in women, but watching Olivia ride me was something that was too beautiful not to look at.
I was nervous about being able to go two for two as far as making Olivia come, but I think of all us, she was probably feeding off the energy of all of the sex in the room more than anyone else. She was watching Ken fuck Jennifer while Jennifer watched Olivia fuck me. I felt a little like I was being used as a tool for her orgasms, and that made me feel like a million bucks.
At some point, she stopped bouncing so much and pushed her tits against me while she ground her clit on me while we fucked. You could tell she was getting closer and was interested in getting there at all costs. Ken was getting close too. I had a sense that I was going to outlast him this time, although to be fair, he’d had his dick in Jennifer non-stop for most of the past hour.
Sure enough, Ken went from confidence to coming in an instant. It’s usually like that for me the second time. You think you can last forever since you just came, and then at some point it just rolls over you out of nowhere. As he shouted Jennifer’s name out as he came, Olivia followed close behind him, pulling at my back and grinding herself into me.
All of these orgasms were getting me very close, and I was ready to start going full speed at Olivia, when she climbed off of me and said, “You should finish with Jennifer.”
I was not expecting that. I don’t think Ken was expecting that and I’m sure that Jennifer wasn’t. Ken was probably used to Olivia giving orders at this point in their marriage, and he just rolled off to the side and wound up with his knees on the floor beside the bed. Jennifer was just laying there, very worked up, but she hadn’t come. I don’t think she was thinking, “What kind of slut am I?” so much as, “Someone needs to get me off!” And Olivia had rolled off of me before I came.
A small part of me was thinking, do I really want fuck Jennifer right now? I mean, Ken has come in her not once but twice. But really, I wanted it. I wanted to fuck her because I was close and honestly needed to get myself off. I wanted to fuck her because I wanted her to be able to get off. But mostly, I wanted to fuck her because I wanted to stick my dick in her once-in-a-lifetime slutty pussy and make my contribution to the cause.
It goes without saying that I slid in effortlessly. It was a hot, wet mess, but it was my wife. After an evening focused around screwing the beautiful woman I had met only the day before, this was now about me and Jennifer. I felt it, and she felt it. I had had my fun, she had had some fun too, but this was about us. We had been fucking each other for decades, and we knew just what to do. It was messy, it was sloppy, but we both wanted each other so bad.