The words escaped Heidi’s lips without her seeming to notice, but they burned in Van’s ears and down to his dick. He felt the familiar pressure building. Van doubled the speed of his thrusts, shifting his hips to drive even deeper into Heidi’s wetness. Her muscles were grasping at his cock over and over, in and out, harder, faster. She was coming again. Van growled and with breathless moans, he erupted into Heidi, coating her insides with hot spunk, once, twice, three times. She was coming down from her orgasm, and she milked him with her cunt muscles as her fingers kneaded his back and her legs stroked his thighs.
Van moaned into Heidi’s shoulder, and then pushed himself up so he could look at her face. She was grinning at him. Heidi put her hands on his face and pulled him to her for a deep, passionate, grateful kiss.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Thank you!” Van chuckled back at her. His dick was still in her, softening and feeling very, very satisfied. She looked beautiful, flushed with sex in the lamplight, the blizzard still howling outside.
“You are very good,” Heidi said. “Gia is a lucky woman!”
“And Bren is a lucky man. You are pretty damn good yourself, darlin’!”
“We should probably go put the sleepy-heads to bed.”
Van and Heidi freshened up in the bedroom’s master bathroom and got dressed. Van rummaged around in the bedside drawer and found a candle. He lit it from the oil lamp, having decided to leave the closed lamp in the bedroom for light later. They took the candle down the dark hallway toward their sleeping spouses when they noticed the glow from the living room was brighter than when they left.
“One of them must have woken up and added wood to the fire,” Van remarked. He turned the corner and with laughter in his voice, said, “Added ‘wood’, alright.”
Heidi turned the corner just in time to see Gia on all fours on the big couch, her eyes rolled back with passion, her mouth open, her dark curtain of hair vibrating, and Bren behind her, his fingers dug into her voluptuous ass, pistoning her as fast as he could.
Heidi gasped, and Brendan stopped suddenly, his cock balls-deep in Gia’s dripping cunt. Gia turned to see why he stopped and saw Van and Heidi standing in the doorway looking at them. For a second, the only sounds were the howling wind, the crackling fire, and Gia’s deep breathing as she came down from what had looked to be an excellent orgasm.
In one swift motion, Heidi drew her sweater and bra over her head and stepped out of her jeans and panties. She stalked over to her husband, cock still buried to the hilt
in Van’s wife. Heidi took Bren’s face in her hands and gave him a deep, deep kiss.
“As long as I can watch, my love,” Heidi whispered.
Bren smiled at her lovingly as she moved over to the bar stools with the now-naked-again Van. They poured a couple more drinks and sipped them slowly while they watched their spouses fucking on the couch. Bren had his typical look of concentration on his face, and was now stroking Gia deeply and slowly with his big cock. He was bent over her and his hands had moved from her hips. His hands were cradling Gia’s breasts, her nipples caught between his squeezing fingers. Then one hand reached around her thigh and was stroking the upper part of her pussy. Heidi knew Bren’s fingers would find Gia’s clit like a homing beacon. After a little while, they did, and the moment was marked by Gia’s gasp, followed by her moans, each one louder and in time with Bren’s deep thrusts. Her mouth was partly open, and Heidi could see Gia’s pink tongue glistening in the firelight.