Sure enough, I soon heard Doug begin to make a harsh, grunting noise. He thrust into me hard and I felt his warm jizm shoot into my ass. After spurting his load, he collapsed across my back, smashing my body into Ren’s. My clit ground against Ren’s pelvis, and I felt myself sliding over the edge.
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” I moaned as I felt myself cum, my muscles clenching tight around Ren’s cock.
My orgasm was enough to send him over the edge too. I felt his body tighten, then buck beneath me before he unleashed a load of cum into my waiting pussy.
Doug was the first to move, rolling off of me, and heading down the hall to the bathroom. I couldn’t do much but slump against Ren as orgasmic tremors continued to wrack my body.
Ren gathered me in his arms and rolled, bringing me with him so that we both lay on our sides. Gently he placed a kiss on my forehead as we clung together on the floor.
“That was incredible,” he whispered.
It was all I could do to nod, I was so tired and sated.
I knew that things would change as a result of this night. I didn’t know how, but I figured I would deal with that in the morning. For now I was content to let Ren hold me, and roll me in the comforter.
***In the end, as I’d suspected, that night changed things. Doug and I soon broke up, but remained friends. He stood up with Ren as best man at our wedding.***