“God, you look so hot like that,” I heard Jill whisper, “taking all of him.” She bent her head forward and took a hard little nipple in her mouth. I looked over at Sheri to see how she was taking all of this, and was shocked to see her straddling Jack, facing me, his stiff rod clearly disappearing inside of my wife. She looked a little embarrassed, and then gave a small shrug. She leaned forward and slowly eased herself into position to occupy Robin’s other tit. I heard the grind of wood on wood as Jack pushed the couch away giving him room to screw my wife from behind.
Robin was going crazy by this point, all the attention, and the extending fucking setting all her nerve endings on fire. I stood more erect, holding her legs in a wide V and watching her pussy getting stretched to the limit at the end of each stroke.
The first orgasm to explode from her came as no surprise, but the continuous, uninterrupted chain of quivering releases almost scared me. I started to slow down, but my wife grabbed my hand. “No,” she said. “Fuck her harder.”
I did as commanded, gripping her thighs just above her hips, and fucking the poor creature as fast and powerfully as I could. My hips were a blur and my lower back was aching as she split the air with a huge scream, arching below me, and then settling back onto the table. It had pushed me to the very brink myself, and I finished with a series of long full strokes, coming inside the long-time object of my lust. I looked up at her pretty face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally relaxed, for the moment unaware of her surroundings.
I collapsed back on the nearest couch, huffing and puffing like I’d run a marathon. I felt movement at my waist, and looked down to see Jill getting comfortable.
“Hi,” she said almost shyly.
I had to laugh, “Hi.”
She reached for my cock, gently holding it in her fingers, tugging a little. “Do you think you might have anything left for me?” she asked, softly.
I looked over to the other side of the table and was greeted by a beautiful sight. Sheri was on her hands and knees, taking Jack at one end, while Dan filled her mouth at the other. She looked as happy as a clam. A well stuffed clam.
“I don’t think Jack will mind if we bend our rules,” she said, “especially since he started it.” She leaned in and put her mouth on my cock.
“I won’t be up to another session like that for a while, probably not for days,” I warned her.
“Good. That’s not what I want. I want to ride you into the sunset,” she giggled. “Or into the dawn.” She put her mouth back down to resuscitate my junior partner. I let her do her job, while I watched my wife get spun like a top, her two partners switching openings. I almost laughed as I saw them ‘high-five’ over her. While my wife was blowing Jack, he reached down beside him where the stuff from the table was stacked, and took a swig from the rum, then passed it to Dan, who did likewise. He then reached over and came up with one of the cigars.
“Hold on a sec,” he told his little cock-sucker, and dislodged long enough to grab a long piece of bark, get it burning in the fireplace, and use it to light his cigar. He took a deep draw and smiled, slowly letting the smoke rise to the ceiling. He looked over to see me leaning back, with his wife attached to my cock and raised his cigar in salute. He seemed to think better of it and scrambled over to where we were.