“Man oh man, you’re a fantastic piece of ass, Connie!!”
“Thank you kind sir,” she blushed. “You’re not bad yourself!”
“But you know,” he said, to the two of us, “I think maybe I’d better leave you lovebirds alone for now!” He got a towel from the bathroom and wiped himself off, then pulled on his pants, and buttoned up his shirt.
“Maybe I’ll call you tomorrow so we can get together and do this again!”
Connie and I were silent as he said his goodbyes and let himself out, discreetly leaving us to sort things out between the two of us. My wife lay on the rumpled sheets and held out her arms to me. Her hairy cunt and asshole were completely covered in cum.
“Are you okay with what I’ve done Mark?” she asked with a look of concern as I climbed on top of her. “You’re not mad at me for liking it, are you? I do love you, you know.”
“I…I know you do. I love you too… look honey, I’m as guilty as you are…I wanted it to happen as much as you did!”
“Oh baby, he filled me with so much cum, and I’m feeling so horny! Will you kiss me down there? Please?”
Connie’s fingers wound themselves into my hair, forcing my head downwards as I kissed my way down towards her hairy lower belly. She opened her legs and the scent of her freshly fucked cunt filled my nostrils. Connie moaned as she wrapped her legs around my head. I couldn’t believe how excited she was. Holding on to her warm, wet ass, I smothered her cum filled cunt with kisses, and sucked on her swollen clitoris.
Oh yeah that feels so good! Oh…oh my fucking gawd!!! Oh Jesus, Mark…I’m gonna come again really soon!!” she cried. “Hurry…you’d better fuck me before I do!!!”
I can’t even begin to describe the hot slippery feeling of fucking her steaming quim right after Paul had dumped his load in her but I knew we were both hooked. Fired up from our very first threesome, Connie and I fucked more that night than I would have ever thought humanly possible. The two of us eventually ran out of steam in the wee small hours of the morning and thoroughly sated, drifted off into dreamland.
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We slept like babies, waking at eleven the next day. After a leisurely brunch in our hotel we set off to see the city. We did all the usual tourist stuff. We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, then we rode a cable car up to the Castro district and gawked at all the gay guys. From there we went on to Haight Ashbury and then down to the waterfront, where we had some great seafood in a funky little oyster bar.
After we’d eaten, we took a cab back to our hotel. It’s funny, but we’d avoided talking about what had happened with Paul. It was all so new to us I guess we were just too embarrassed, but Connie had been obviously thinking about him, because the first thing she did when we got to our room was to check the phone. When she saw the little red light flashing her eyes lit up. I knew what that meant. It meant she could hardly wait to get fucked again.
“Mark, if that’s a message from Paul, we don’t have to phone him back,” Connie said, trying to hide her enthusiasm for my sake. “If you want, we can just make it a one time thing. I mean, now that we know what it’s like, we don’t really have to do it again. What do you think?”