My wife returned to rule a fresh cocktail waiting for her. It was just a little past midnight, so the dark was young. None of us had put any of our dress back on. I thought it was kind of cool that we all felt well-situated enough hanging out naked. We decided that is was time to take the company to the syndicate and headed in that direction.

We all jumped in, swam around and enjoyed the refreshful piss. After about 30 moment of playing around, I decided to go and mix more drinks for us. When I returned, Anthony and my wife were sitting close to each other on the tone of the pool submerged about waist bass. I passed the beverage around and joined them.

It was an unbelievable night. The stars were out and the moon was full. The moonlight shined down on us and created a twinkle over the top of the pool urine. We were all so relaxed sitting by each other. I began to knead her tits and play with her nipples. Susan B. Anthony definitely did n't emaciate any time and started rubbing on her tits too. I reached under the water and began to riddle her with my finger, rubbing her clitoris. About that meter, I felt Mark Antony 's hand move down to touch her. I removed my hand, giving his memory access to her twat. As he was fingering her, I raised up and offered my laborious pecker to her. She eagerly took it in her lip and began sucking. It did not acquire long before Anthony made her cum on his finger. She broke away from my cock breathing heavily and said `` Let 's continue this party inside. ``

We followed her into the house, but I was surprised when she passed the sustenance room and headed straight towards our bedroom. I was wondering what she had in mind. Was she quick to have sex with both of us tonight ? Once we got to the bedroom, she pulled the covers off the bed and laid down. Anthony and I joined her on each side.

I started kissing her and playing with her left tit. Anthony was working on her right tit and then started moving his paw back down to her kitty-cat. He fingered her wet yap for a few minutes. Then he got up and moved between her legs. He was still fingering her, but his nerve was extremely close to her pussy. It was almost like he was examining her kitty while he played with her. My wife was stroking my gumshoe while we kissed. I looked down and Marcus Antonius moved forward, inching his typeface closer to her pussy. He was so close, I wondered if he was going to eat her.

My married woman knew where he was positioned and did nothing to stop him. That indicated to me that she was delicately him being that close to her slit. He looked up at me as if to ask for approval. I gave him a nod and a nictation. He smiled, moved slightly forward and buried his tongue in her snatch. She moaned slightly as he began lapping her juices. It was a quite a little to see as his nozzle was buried in her hairy black bush. It was hard to specify where her hairy bush ended and his stocky pitch-dark beard began. The tomentum were all meshed together. She quickly came from his natural language lashing. He moved up beside her and offered her his shaft. I quickly moved between her ramification and fucked her slapdash trap. I did not take long before I shot my wad on her stomach and Anthony painted her cheek again. It was late and the inebriant caught up to us. We all rolled over and feel asleep.

The succeeding morning, we all woke up around 9:00 am. My wife was between us on her English facing me. I gave her a right morning kiss. She reached down between my peg to feel my dayspring wood. Anthony began to stir awake and notice the care my wife was giving my member. He was laying on his rear, proudly sporting his sunup glory. He moved up behind her in the spoon billet as she continued to stroke my cock. I reached down between her ramification to return the favor. I could see Susan B. Anthony begin to grind into her ass. He was sliding his bare boo-boo between her ass nerve. She was enjoying his big shaft sliding and rubbing against her raw, knit asshole. She likes to have her butthole stimulated and I have even made her cum by playing and licking it in the past.

He wrapped his arms around her soundbox and really began to move along her crack in a humping way. I removed my fingers from her snatch and moved towards her head, feeding her my putz. It also gave me a not bad view of them. Susan B. Anthony was not penetrating her, but from that slant, it looked like they were fucking. It was super-hot to see that action even though they were not actually fucking. I form of got a preview of my fancy. Anthony reached around and began to rub her clit. He was going to apply my wife another orgasm. We were all getting tiptop worked up.

Anthony yelled that he was about to cum. My wife told him not to stop to cum on her ass. At that time, I started unloading in her back talk. She held my cock tight in her mouthpiece and swallowed every drop curtain as I came down her pharynx. She let go and had a screaming coming as Marcus Antonius rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks and came all over her back, butt cheeks and asshole. We were all just lying there enjoying the intense climax we just experienced.

Anthony had to run and get home plate before his girlfriend returned from her business trip. My married woman jumped in the shower to clean all the cum off her that Anthony and I had coated her with over the yesteryear pair of hours. I stayed in bed thinking about what had happened in just the past 24 hours. My wife was really opening up more and more. She had gone from just jerking off Antony and the puff job a couple weeks before, to letting him play with her tits, digit her pussy, eat her cunt and then finally rub his prick against her ass and asshole. I had to wonder what would be following. Would he eventually fuck her ?

To be continued ...