It was a rattling vacation, but my wife and I were glad to be menage. My buddy Mark Anthony had offered to pick us up from the airport. His truck pulled up to the curb at our gate and we jumped inside. We were all happy to see each other since none of us had been able to flow out recently.

On the drive family, he mentioned that thing were not going well with him and his long-time girlfriend Elizabeth. They had both decided it was time to move on and he was pretty sure they would be moving out sooner than later. His plan was to get a new apartment when his flow lease with Elizabeth ended.

Unfortunately, there was about a two-week point before he could move into his new place. He was going to stay one week at his mom 's house and could stay two if he could stand up it that long. I let him know that he was welcome to outride at our menage in the guest room if he was going crazy at his mom 's house.

Eventually the day came and Anthony moved out of the apartment he shared with Elizabeth. It was a bad break-up and they were both upset. He decided to move in with his mother to see how that would work. It was only after living with her for two days, I got the phone call. He asked `` can I still take you up on the go to stay at your theatre until I move into my new apartment ? '' I told him `` he was receive any time. '' After a couple of days, he settled in the guest way of our home. My wife the likes of Anthony and we always have a thoroughly time together, but having him actually living with us for two calendar week was different.

The first three nights were casual. We would grill out and fall out by the pool. We all had to get up early for workplace, so late nighttime drinking and partying was not on the schedule. Then Friday night rolled around. We pretty much did the same thing as the respite of the calendar week - grilled out and fall out by the pool. But the alcohol started to feed and I knew things we going to take a turn as they usually do with the three of us ( see previous stories ).

We were on our third cocktail and decided to cool off in the pool. The water was affectionate and my married woman clung to my back as I swam around the kitty. We all settled at the large footfall that entered the syndicate. It was a groovy nighttime ! We were listening to music, talking, laughing, and drunkenness into the nighttime. My wife was snuggled up right beside me. I looked over and could tell she was felling no pain and very frisky. Suddenly her hand started working its way up my leg to my swim short pants. My putz began to tighten up as she gently started rubbing the front man of my trunks. Anthony jumped up and announced he was going in the house to take a piss and make another beat of deglutition.

As soon as he entered the house, my wife told me to stand up, flatten my tree trunk. It was n't long before she was engulfing my raging blunder. She knew she had about 10 arcminute before Susan Brownell Anthony would rejoin and did n't emaciate any prison term sucking me off. We kind of got carried away and did n't observe Anthony returning with the drinks. He cleared his throat to alarm us of his take. My wife and I sunk back into the consortium as if we were hiding what we were doing. Anthony just smiled and said `` do n't let me stop you. I have seen this before. You do not need to be shy around me '' and gave us both a big flash. My dick swelled as I knew things were about to get hot. We finished the drinks and started playing around the pool, splashing, kicking, etc.

Unfortunately, a storm was brewing and the lead and lightning started. All of a sudden, the sky opened up and a torrential deluge came. We did not even have time to dry off and did n't require to run in the house soaking wet, so we all stripped from our swimming lawsuit on the patio, grabbed a towel and dried off in the family. things were so casual, that we just hung out with the towels wrapped around us.

I played some music and headed to the kitchen to do around cycle of drinks. When I returned, they were dancing. I joined them and we were all dancing like three unbalanced people. My wife was jumping up and down and with each bound the towel she had wrapped around her would bounce up too. You could catch a glimpse of her hairy bush each fourth dimension it swung undetermined. I could also see her perfective bosom bouncing to the musical rhythm.

It was about that time that I felt my dick start to swell with rip. It did n't take long for her to observation and she jokingly pulled the towel off me. I am not a shy guy and was not even bother by my growing putz, so I just continued to dance around naked. I then picked my towel off the floor, twirled it up and snapped it at her like you would in a locker room. I popped it a few clock time before the action at law made her towel free fall off too. I guess Anthony did n't want to be left out by being the only one covered up, so he ripped off his towel too.

The dance did n't quit, it just changed into more dirty dancing. I was in front of my married woman kissing her, grinding my boner against her mound, working my tongue on her chirpy pap. Anthony move behind her and started rubbing his semi-erect rooster between her ass cheeks. She loved the attention and primer her ass back on him. The song continued to play as did our dirty saltation. I was working on her nipples and fingering her wet pussy when my hired hand was poked by Susan Brownell Anthony 's dick. He had gone from sliding it between her ass nerve and rubbing it along her tuck bottom hole, to sliding it between her legs. I moved my deal from her kidnapping and watched as his shaft began to slue between her legs rubbing up against her pussy lips and clit. There was no penetration, but this really got her hot and it was n't long before she was shaking from an intense orgasm.

Hearing her moan and cum made me ready to fuck her right wing there. Instead, we all agreed to take the party to our sleeping accommodation. I turned off the music and headed down the hall to the bedroom. They were already on the bed when I entered the room. My wife was laying on her spinal column and Antony was between her legs eating her out. She was squirming from his big clapper swirling around her scratch and lapping up her juice from the previous orgasm. I joined them on the bed motioning for Anthony to move so I could love her. He quickly moved away from her kitty revealing his Joseph Black beard drenched with pussy juice. I wasted no clip and buried my grueling stopcock balls deep in her hole.

Anthony straddled her chest and began fucking her tits. His dick would come in contact with her mouth on his forward poke. This was getting hot and I wanted to cum bad. I let her know I was about to cum and she told me to cum in her backtalk. I moved to her side as Mark Anthony continued to do it her tits with his big tool. She tilted her point in my centering and opened her mouth as the first spurts of my seed scene through my dick and landed on her lips. Anthony sped up his gait and announced he was cumming too. It was about that time his dick drumhead swelled and started pumping thick globes of his own sperm on her nipple and font.

She loved having two guys dropping their loads on her at the Lapp fourth dimension. We all fell back on the bed totally fulfill. We laid there for about 30 minutes enjoying the intense joy we had just experience. My wife was a mass, so she jumped off the bed and told us she was going to shower to get the look of sex and all the cum off her.

Anthony and I decided to make Thomas More drinks and went outside to sit on the patio. The storm had passed and it was a nice night. It was getting late and no signs of my wife. I decided to go check on her. I found her fresh and light from her shower and passed out on the bed sleeping. I returned to Mark Antony on the terrace where we stayed up to 4 am in the morning drinking and laughing like we did back in high-pitched school. It was going to be a fun two calendar week hanging with my old admirer and I knew my wife was going to revel it too.

To be continued ... .