He passed me the cigar, while his hands glided over his wife. “Just don’t break her, OK?”
I laughed, “I should say the same.”
Jack caressed Jill’s ass, sliding down her crack, “You’re OK with this, right baby?”
She took her mouth off my cock, looked up at me and winked, “If it’s what you really want,” she said softly, tentatively.
“Just this once,” he said, looking back over his shoulder to where Sheri’s vacant mouth beckoned.
Jill smiled at me and winked again, “Just this weekend, I’ll go along with whatever you want, do whatever you want, be your slut-wife.” The sound of her voice and the look in her eye were definitely on different teams.
He gave her a kiss on the shoulder, and headed back to my wife, taking the time to light up the other cigar.
“Look at them,” I whispered to Jill, who sat up and looked to the side. The image of my wife being assaulted from behind by Dan’s insistent pounding, while Jack just relaxed as Sheri swallowed his cock, both men smoking big old cigars, will stick with me for years.
Robin on the other hand just lay there where we left her, semi-catatonic. Jill laughed. “I thought it was just a saying, but I think you literally fucked her brains out.”
“Let’s give our spouses some privacy,” I told her, “and I’ve got to do something about Robin, I’m feeling guilty.”
I got up and carried Robin to the furthest bed, leaning her against the outside wall, covering her with a sheet. She woke partially, moaning, “No more, please, no more.” I bestowed a small kiss on her lips before I left for my new partner.
I went back to get Jill, and almost died laughing when Sheri tore into Dan. “If you drop your ashes on me one more time, Daniel, that will be the last time you get any part of me this entire weekend! Jesus, even Alex doesn’t do that!”
He acted appropriately contrite, and I was quiet as I escorted Jill back to the same bed I’d tucked Robin into. She hesitated. “Why not the other one?”
“I just thought I’d leave that one for the other three. Right now, I think we’re paired up for the rest of the night.”
My words turned out to be true. Jill rode me for an eternity, and then we switched places and I was happy to return the favor. She was able to get me to come before too long, but went right back to work getting me hard again for more mutual riding.
Robin’s little voice got my attention, as Jill leaned back and admired her latest handiwork, a large thick red hard-on, just looking for a place to call home. “Jesus, Alex. Doesn’t that thing EVER go down?”
I reached over and pulled her lips to mine. “Not so long as you two are near me and unclothed.”
Jill mounted me again, looking for another orgasm in her long procession of passion eruptions.
Robin crawled closer, “God, I ache all over, and I may never walk again,” she moaned. She clutched my arm tightly leaning her forehead against my temple.
“I swear,” she said softly, “if you EVER do anything like that to me again…”
I waited, as did Jill, who stopped her grinding for the moment. “Yes?” I finally asked.