The Uber driver picked us up from the bar and drove the three of us home. Once we arrived at the theater, my wife went into the living room and played some music while I made cocktails. I walked into the living way to bump her dancing in the middle of the room. It was about that sentence when Anthony returned from the lav. He walked over and started dancing with her. I gave them their drinks, we toasted and I took a rump to look out them. They were really getting into it and began rubbing and thrusting against each other.

We were all still hot from what had just happened between us at the bar ( read former story ). I knew things going to heat up again real soon. Each time the three of us party and drink together it leads to some intimate play. Each time we get together things go a little farther and further. Susan B. Anthony 's girlfriend was out of town on business, so he would n't have to leave or cut the night scant. More than likely he would be crashing at the household since we had been drinking and he did not let to go home base to her.

After a dyad of songs dancing with my wife, Marcus Antonius plopped down on the sofa for a sleep and to finish up his crapulence. She immediately pulled me up out of my chair and started dancing with me. I have to say she was really working it and making things stir in my pants with all her moves. Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I turned around and pulled her blouse off in one swift motion. She then unclasped her bra and flung it towards Anthony. He put it on his head like a hat and we all laughed. She then turned her attention back to me and unzipped my drawers, leaving me dancing in only my underwear. I did n't let clock time to hit her knickers because she already did. Her Caucasian pantie were hot. She was really able to grind backbreaking on my cock with no jeans in the way. No way I could hide my raging boner in my bulging underwear.

She then pushed me back on the frame and grabbed Anthony. She started stripping him, first his shirt, then his jean. Since he was not wearing underclothing, his big hairy dong just bounced out in social movement of my wife faces as she pulled them down to the floor. As he stepped out of them, his dick brushed against her typeface. All three of us have been naked around each early several times, so it was no big deal. We were not shy by any way. They started dancing and he shook his pecker at her as if he was spanking her. She reacted by leaning over and wiggling her ass in his focal point. He moved forward and spanked her panty-covered ass with his semi-hard dick. She laughed and playfully pushed her ass back in his direction again.

They started dirty terpsichore again, getting really close to each early. Anthony was full on strong as a rock by now. His big dick was rubbing up against her stomach and panty-covered crotch. When he pulled away, I saw pre-cum trail from his prick and her cutis. There was definitely a wet patch where his dick had been pressing against her. I got up and moved behind her, rubbing my cock on her ass. I reached in front of her and squeezed her hard tit in my hand. We were all horny and ready to go. That is when she broke from our three-way dance and push me and Antony on the couch. I ripped my underclothes off to have her access code to my peter. She got on her stifle between us and grabbed our hard dicks. Our eyes rolled back in our heads as we were really getting our dicks worked by her skilled double script job. I looked down into her eyes and asked her to suck my dick. She happily agreed and engulfed my throbbing manhood in her mouth. She loves sucking dick and was moaning as she bobbed up and down on my rotating shaft. I knew Susan B. Anthony was well-chosen to get a hand job and would be a true gentleman's gentleman and not labor the blowjob on her. I knew he wanted it because the final stage time we were together she sucked his gumshoe for the first time. He later told me it was the best BJ he had ever had in his entire life.

I was ready to bury my prick in her, so my plan was to get her to fumble Anthony again and I would move behind her. She was really stroking his midst dick. Her fingers did not even meet when she wrapped her hired hand around his calamus. Stroking up and down, his hairy musket ball were bouncing with each stroke.

I wondered if she would suck his dick again or if that was a erstwhile pile. She was sucking me and did not shew any endeavor to shift over to him. I finally decided to make a move and said to her `` I bet Antonius would like a repeat of your brim and mouth around his dick. '' She did n't say a Holy Writ or even react. I knew what she was doing. She was being playful, wanting us to beg. I nudged Anthony 's arm and asked him `` what do you think, up for another BJ from my married woman ? '' He shrugged and jokingly said `` No, not really tonight. '' That got a chemical reaction from her. She let my pecker plop out of her mouth and said `` bull, you would jazz it again and want it Sir Thomas More than anything. ''

We both laughed. She then leaned over and dropped her head between his legs. She took his quill and licked from his big chunk all the way up his slam. She squeezed tight once she got to his mushroom cloud head teacher and a drop of pre-cum oozed out the incision. She took her tongue, swirled around the leaking headway and engulfed his dick into her mouth. I positioned myself behind her and pulled her scanty down. I looked down at her ass, spread her buttock and plunge my tongue right into her asshole. I swirled it round probing deeper. She was squirming and rotating her ass around my fount. I leaned down a little Thomas More and tasted her moist, hirsute kitty-cat. Her feeling was intoxicating. I loved the gustatory perception of her juices. Her juices had definitely been flowing with all the sexual tensity over the past tense couple of hours.

I looked at Susan Brownell Anthony. He had his head leaned back on the couch with his oculus closed. My wife was going to live up to her lastly blow job and even try to make this one better for him. It was amazing watching her reaching her mouthpiece to accommodate his coke-can size cinch. She loves a challenge and was going to win against his extra tumid manhood. Her technique was unique. She would sour on his huge screwball that hung low between his hairy peg. She would suck on them, then lick her way up his 8 plus inch hammer, circulate his big mushroom-shaped cloud helmet, then drop her mouth down as far as she could on the cock.

It was about that time for me to bury my cock into her sugared snatch. I moved up behind her ass and began to rub my dick up and down her lips. In one swift motion, I slide all the way in like a hot knife through butter. The fuck fest continued for a few more minutes then I decided I wanted to blow my nut on her aspect. I took my locating back on the couch by Anthony. She went back and Forth between us sucking our dicks. Her breathing was heavy and I could separate she was truely enjoying sucking two dicks. I imagined it was her first sentence. Susan Anthony and I were getting close, so I asked her if she wanted us to give her a repeat facial. She gave an approving moan `` yes ''.

We stood up from the sofa with her between us as she stroked and sucked our cocks. I was the outset to blow. I started shooting circle after roach of thick cum on her expression and in her oral fissure. She tried to caught my sperm but one random spurt got away and hit Anthony on the leg - friendly fire I guess. After the hold up blast came up out of my shaft of light, she switched focus on Anthony. His cum blasted out hitting her on the cheek, lip and her hair's-breadth. His last fire were aimed directly at her hits. She quickly started rubbing his sperm all over her chest. Exhausted, but extremely satisfied, we all three fell back on the couch in complete relaxation. My wife was a muss covered with the sperm cell of me and my chum. She jumped off the sofa and headed to the bathroom to clean house up. I knew we had the rest of the night, so I got up to make more drinks to keep the party going.

To be continued ...