Jack, in the meantime, was staring at my wife who was leaning against me, the tequila having thoroughly kicked in with her. I couldn’t blame him; she really was a sexy little thing. His hand had moved higher between his wife’s open legs, and his own erection was quite visible. Jill was spread open, one leg looped across Dan’s, the other foot resting on the coffee table. Dan’s hand seemed to be absentmindedly stroking her inner thigh. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning back as he mumbled something that might have been his story. I certainly couldn’t tell.
My wife was almost in my lap, and I had an arm around her shoulders, one hand resting easily on her tit. I felt her hand slide across my leg, and almost lost it when she wrapped her fingers around me, and started slowly stroking.
Robin got my attention by moving her leg and leaning into me. “Dammit! That’s not fair. I’m so fucking horny right now.” She was looking across the way at Dan who was still leaning back, but his lips were no longer moving. I couldn’t believe it but he looked like he was sleeping!
Abruptly, Robin was pulling my hand down between her legs, while she leaned back and watched my wife’s hand job. I felt her moistness, and let a finger slide inside of her. God, it felt good. I hadn’t touched another woman like that in the two years we’d been married. Across from me Jill had her eyes closed and was lying in her husband’s lap while he fingered her, watching my wife the whole time. Sheri turned in place and put her mouth over my cock, and I decided that I wasn’t going to let too much tequila ruin what might be an incredible weekend. I regretfully eased my fingers out of Robin, and whispered to her. “I’d love to continue doing that, and so much more, but not like this. It’s not fair to Dan.”
I coaxed Sheri off of me, and excused myself from the crowd. I picked her up in my arms and took her to one of the two open beds. “I want to suck you,” she said, slurring her words.
“I’d like that,” I told her, climbing in bed with her. She moved down the bed and started a long slow blow-job. A couple of minutes into it, I watched Robin drag her half-asleep husband into bed beside us, and try to get him hard. It distracted me from the view at my own waist, watching the exotic beauty with her gorgeous body in profile while her face was lodged in his lap, her hands working diligently. He never fully woke up, nor did he manage to get it up, and she finally turned away from him, lay on her side and openly watched us. Our eyes locked for a bit, before I took in more of her body, then turned back to watch my naughty, cock-hungry wife’s actions.
The other side of the cabin was getting noisy and I could see Jack on top of Jill, with the couch squeaking merrily away as he tried to push her through the bottom of it. Her occasional squeals sounded wonderful. I peeked over to the side to see Robin watching the couch show as well. She abruptly looked back at me, then came over and sat on the edge of our bed, watching my wife at work. She was playing with herself, and she stretched out, lying against me. I put my arm around her, against my better judgment and fondled her warm tit. Her hand was moving fast between her legs, and I was getting close to coming from the multiple levels of stimulation. “I’m going to shoot for you,” I announced, and my wife took it like a champ, swallowing everything, licking me clean. Right in the middle of my explosion, I felt Robin tense up next to me and she moaned as we came in tandem.