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

On the ride family, he mentioned that things were not going well with him and his long-time lady friend Elizabeth II. They had both decided it was time to move on and he was pretty for sure they would be moving out sooner than later. His program was to get a new apartment when his current lease with Elizabeth II ended.

Unfortunately, there was about a two-week period before he could prompt into his new berth. He was going to stay one workweek at his mom 's house and could stay two if he could abide it that long. I let him know that he was welcome to stick at our house in the Guest way if he was going loony at his mom 's house.

Eventually the day came and Anthony moved out of the flat he shared with Elizabeth II. It was a bad break-up and they were both disturb. He decided to go in with his mother to see how that would make. It was only after living with her for two days, I got the phone song. He asked `` can I still take you up on the offer to bide at your theatre until I move into my new flat ? '' I told him `` he was welcome any time. '' After a couple of sidereal day, he settled in the client room of our home. My wife the likes of Anthony and we always have a good time together, but having him actually living with us for two workweek was different.

The starting time three Nox were occasional. We would grill out and give ear out by the pool. We all had to get up early for work, so late night drinking and partying was not on the docket. Then Friday Night rolled around. We pretty much did the Lapp thing as the residue of the week - grilled out and hung out by the pond. But the alcoholic drink started to hang and I knew things we going to pick out a crook as they usually do with the three of us ( see previous stories ).

We were on our third cocktail and decided to chill off in the pool. The weewee was warmly and my married woman clung to my back as I swam around the consortium. We all settled at the large steps that entered the pool. It was a great night ! We were listening to music, talking, laughing, and imbibition into the night. My wife was snuggled up right beside me. I looked over and could say she was felling no painfulness and very frisky. Suddenly her handwriting started working its way up my leg to my float trunks. My shaft began to stiffen as she gently started rubbing the front of my trunks. Susan Anthony jumped up and announced he was going in the house to take a piss and make another beat of drinks.

As soon as he entered the theater, my wife told me to stand up, fell my trunks. It was n't long before she was engulfing my raging boner. She knew she had about 10 minutes before Anthony would give back and did n't waste any time sucking me off. We kind of got carried away and did n't discover Susan Brownell Anthony returning with the drinks. He cleared his pharynx to alarm us of his return. My married woman and I sunk back into the pool as if we were hiding what we were doing. Mark Antony 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 wink. 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 tip and lightning started. All of a sudden, the sky opened up and a torrential downpour came. We did not even have time to dry off and did n't want to run in the menage soaking wet, so we all stripped from our swimming suits on the terrace, grabbed a towel and dried off in the sign of the zodiac. Things were so fooling, that we just hung out with the towels wrapped around us.

I played some music and headed to the kitchen to make around unit of ammunition of drinks. When I returned, they were dancing. I joined them and we were all dancing like three loony mass. My wife was jumping up and down and with each bounce the towel she had wrapped around her would bound up too. You could charm a glimpse of her hairy bush each prison term it swung outdoors. I could also see her perfect boob bouncing to the beat.

It was about that time that I felt my pecker starting line to swell with line of descent. It did n't take long for her to notice and she jokingly pulled the towel off me. I am not a shy guy and was not even bother by my growing stopcock, so I just continued to trip the light fantastic around bare. 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 times before the action made her towel fall off too. I guess Mark Anthony did n't want to be left out by being the only one covered up, so he ripped off his towel too.

The dancing did n't stop, it just changed into more lousy saltation. I was in front of my wife kissing her, grinding my boner against her mound, working my clapper on her perky nipples. Anthony move behind her and started rubbing his semi-erect peter between her ass face. She loved the attention and ground her ass back on him. The song continued to play as did our dirty terpsichore. I was working on her nipples and fingering her wet pussy when my bridge player was poked by Anthony 's hawkshaw. He had gone from sliding it between her ass buttock and rubbing it along her ruck butt hole, to sliding it between her legs. I moved my hand from her snatch and watched as his cock began to slip between her ramification rubbing up against her pussycat lips and button. There was no insight, but this really got her hot and it was n't long before she was shaking from an intense coming.

Hearing her moan and cum made me ready to fuck her right there. Instead, we all agreed to assume the party to our chamber. I turned off the music and headed down the hall to the bedroom. They were already on the bed when I entered the way. My wife was laying on her spine and Marcus Antonius was between her legs eating her out. She was squirming from his big glossa swirling around her slit and lapping up her juices from the late orgasm. I joined them on the bed motioning for Anthony to motivate so I could sleep together her. He quickly moved away from her pussy revealing his smuggled face fungus drenched with pussy succus. I wasted no time and buried my difficult prick balls deep in her hole.

Susan Anthony straddled her pectus and began fucking her tits. His dick would come in touch with her rima oris on his forward driving force. 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 mouth. I moved to her position as Anthony continued to know her titmouse with his big cock. She tilted her headland in my instruction and opened her oral fissure as the first jet of my seed shot through my prick and landed on her sass. Anthony sped up his tempo and announced he was cumming too. It was about that time his putz head swelled and started pumping heavyset earth of his own sperm on her tits and face.

She loved having two guys dropping their loads on her at the same time. We all fell back on the bed totally satisfied. We laid there for about 30 minute enjoying the intense joy we had just experience. My wife was a mess, 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 realise to a greater extent drinks and went outside to sit on the terrace. The violent storm had passed and it was a nice nighttime. It was getting late and no preindication of my wife. I decided to go arrest on her. I found her fresh and clean from her shower and passed out on the bed sleeping. I returned to Anthony on the terrace where we stayed up to 4 am in the dawn imbibing and laughing like we did back in high school. It was going to be a fun two weeks hanging with my old friend and I knew my wife was going to savor it too.

To be continued ... .