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negative or positive, to: al_steiner@hotmail.com
BEYOND NEW YEAR’S EVE
By Al Steiner
This is the sequel to my earlier story “New Years Eve”, about two
married couples, all Seattle Police Officers, who one drunken night
engage in a wife swapping encounter. It picks up the very next
morning.
The next morning I was very hung over. I’ve had worse morning’s after
in my life, but not too many. I was awakened to the sound of little
Alex, Michelle and Mark’s younger child, crying for her mother. Before
I even opened my eyes I knew I was in bad shape. My head throbbed
rhythmically with the beating of my heart, my mouth was as dry as the
Sahara, and my stomach felt as if a can of Drano had been poured down
it.
“Mommy!” I heard the insistent cry from the direction of our younger
daughter’s room. It wasn’t one of mine, I knew. After a moment’s
thought I remembered that Mark and Michelle’s kids were staying with
us. That thought brought with it a vague sense of embarrassment and
shame that seemed related to something that had happened last night.
What had I done?
“Oh Jesus,” a voice moaned beside me. It wasn’t Stephanie.
I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light in the room and turned my
head to the left. Beside me was Michelle, her hair tattered, her
bleary red eyes looking at me. Only her head stuck out from beneath
the covers.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled, remembering what had happened last night and
early this morning. We had started in the living room and had
eventually ended up here, in my bed. We had fucked, sucked and enjoyed
each other until probably close to 2:00 AM while Stephanie and Mark had
presumably been doing the same in our guest bedroom. I could taste her
vaginal juices on my lips even now. I had vivid recollections of her
cramming her tongue as far up my ass as she could physically make it
go. I remembered frantically searching through the master bathroom for
some form of lubricant, finally finding some baby oil, so I could fuck
her up the ass. I remembered coming in her ass while she’d screamed
out her encouragement in the most guttural language imaginable. What
had we done?
I could see many of the same thoughts going through my best friend’s
wife at the same moment I was thinking them. “This is uh….,” she said
softly, “kind of an awkward moment, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “How much do you remember?”
“Everything,” she sighed. “You?”
I nodded.
“Well,” she shrugged, embarrassed. “What can you do?”
I shrugged back.
“I guess the four of us are gonna have to sit down and have a little
talk,” she opined.
“Yep,” I agreed.
“Mommy!!” came little Alex’s voice once again. It seemed near tears
now.
“I’d better go get her,” Michelle told me. She started to get up and
stopped as she noted I was still looking at her. She blushed. “Would
you mind uh… looking the other way while I get up?”
“Sure,” I said, understanding.
Within fifteen minutes we were all up and dressed and all obviously
feeling like shit for more than one reason. We could barely look at
each other, could barely talk to each other. What had we done to our
friendship? To our marriages? Could we recover from this?
We fed the kids breakfast, all of us nearly puking over the smell of
eggs frying. Once their hunger was taken care of and they went off to
play with each other, we sat down at the dining room table, the
flashpoint for last night’s sordid festivities, and discussed the
matter. We’d been very close friends for a very long time and after an
awkward beginning, the discussion moved along nicely. We agreed not to
let what had happened affect either our friendship or our marriage. We
agreed to never, never, never, discuss what had happened either with
each other or with other people (you couldn’t begin to imagine what we
would have endured had our colleagues at Seattle PD gotten hold of this
story). Most of all we agreed never to let it happen again. We gave
our solemn oaths.
We did okay with most of the promises. We didn’t let it affect our
marriages or our friendship and we never discussed it at all. Steph
and I carried on with our routine sex-life, as did Michelle and Mark.
We continued to get together anytime the four of us all shared a mutual
day off. At first the get-togethers were sedate, without much drinking
going on. We all seemed nervous about consuming alcohol since it had
been the catalyst for the New Years Eve encounter.
But gradually things returned to normal. We began drinking more at the
get-togethers. Our standard raunchy talk picked back up (although we
were careful not to mention the events of THAT night). And then, I
suppose it was inevitable, one drunken night, after the kids were in
bed, we ended up playing a game of strip poker. Michelle and I lost
and, as a penalty, we were required to screw each other on the dining
room table. Once again I retired with her to my bedroom that night
while Steph and Mark took up residence in the guestroom.
The next morning we had another discussion. This one had more honesty
attached to it. We all admitted that we LIKED the spouse-swapping
activities as a means of variety. We agreed that, as long as all
parties were in agreement, that we would continue to do them on the
nights of get-togethers. We agreed that only at the get-togethers
would such activities take place. From then on we were happier
people. We stuck to the rules and I got to screw Michelle once a month
or so while my wife got to screw Mark. Our marriage became, if
anything, a little stronger from this; we now shared a deep, black
secret that we kept from the rest of the world. For ten months this
went on. And then things changed once again.
Mark’s father lived in Northern Montana. Each year during hunting
season Mark and I usually traveled there to do a little deer and elk
hunting with Mark’s old man. It was a tradition I’d come to enjoy
immensely even if we were unsuccessful in our hunts. This year
however, Steph and I had taken out a second mortgage on our house in
order to put in a redwood deck, a hot tub, upgrade our landscaping, and
pay off some credit card debts that we had. Out of state hunting tags
in Montana are outrageously expensive. That, coupled with the lost
time that Steph would have to take off work in order to cover my
childcare obligations would have put a little too much of a ding in our
suddenly shaky financial picture. With almost painful regret, I had to
decline the hunting trip for the first time in five years. Mark
commiserated with me but of course didn’t hesitate to go off by himself
anyway. He left the third of October, planning to be gone for three
weeks.
Since Michelle and Stephanie worked the same shift out of the same
station, I was incorporated as a babysitter for Mark and Michelle’s two
children during their working hours. I didn’t mind. I loved their two
kids like they were my own and my own two children loved having them
come over every day. The only drawback was, that since Michelle and
Steph worked swing shift, which ran from 2:00 PM to Midnight, that
Michelle’s kids would have to be put to bed at our house, awakened when
Michelle got there, and then driven across the city to Michelle’s house
at one in the morning. She put up with this for only two days before
it was decided that she would simply stay the night in our guest
bedroom during workdays in order to ease the burden of transfer. It
made for a slightly chaotic atmosphere in our suburban house during the
two women’s workweek but it was tolerable.
Steph and Michelle worked Tuesday through Friday. On Friday night, at
about 11:30 PM, while all four kids were asleep in their respective
bedrooms, I was awakened from a sound sleep by the telephone that sat
beside my bed. Blearily, without opening my eyes, I groped for it,
finally locating it by feel. I put it to my ear.
“Yeah?” I said crossly.
“What are you so pissy about?” I heard my wife say in a cheerful voice.
I creaked my eyes open and looked at the clock. “You woke me up,” I
told her, no humor in my voice. “What’s up?”
“You grump,” she accused lightly, then said, “Michelle and I are gonna
go over to The Chambers for a few drinks. Just wanted to make sure you
knew.”
The Chambers is a cop bar located a few blocks from the station where
they worked. “Cool,” I answered, not caring about anything but getting
back to sleep. I had to be to work the next morning at 6:00. “Just
remember you got kid duty tomorrow.”
“I remember,” she told me. “Love you.”
I muttered a ‘love you’ back and then slammed the phone back down.
Within a minute I was sound asleep once again.
The sound of our automatic garage door opening woke me up sometime
later. I opened my eyes a crack and glanced over at the alarm clock on
my nightstand. 1:58 it read. They’d stayed a little longer than two
drinks worth at The Chambers I thought fleetingly before closing my
eyes once again. Before I could drift off, however, I noticed that my
bladder was uncomfortably full. I reluctantly dragged myself out of
bed and walked to the master bathroom to take a leak.
As I was standing at the toilet, dressed only in my birthday suit,
peeing contentedly, the bedroom door slammed open. I glanced over and
saw Michelle come staggering in, making a beeline for the toilet I was
currently using. So intent on her target was she, that she didn’t even
notice me standing there until she was well inside the room. When she
did see me, her eyes widened in frustration.
“Shit,” she barked. “You would have to be using it right now.”
I wasn’t terribly concerned with the fact that I was standing naked
before her. After all, she’d seen me naked more than once. Once
you’ve had someone’s tongue stuck up your ass, it’s hard to be modest
about mere nudity before them. “Why don’t you use the other one?” I
asked.
“Steph’s using it,” she said, fidgeting around. I could smell the odor
of alcohol wafting off of her in waves. “She dove in there right from
the garage. She had to pee worse than me I guess. Would you hurry up?”
I let the last of my piss dribble out and then shook myself off. I
flushed the toilet and stepped away from it. Michelle unbuckled the
fanny pack she wore and tossed it to me. “Can you stash this for me?”
she asked, unbuttoning her pants and dropping them right before my
eyes, treating me to the now familiar view of her hairy blonde bush.
She slammed the seat of the toilet down and plopped herself onto it.
She had barely settled in before the sound of pee gushing into the
toilet reached my ears. “Ahhhh,” she moaned.
I took her fanny pack, which was heavy with the weight of her off-duty
gun, and carried it into the bedroom, setting it up high on our
television stand, well out of the reach of inquisitive children. As I
turned around from this action I found myself facing my wife, who also
smelled strongly of alcohol. She had a drunken smile on her face and
with her right hand she reached out and grabbed my dick, which was
still flapping in the breeze.
“Hey baby,” she said, caressing me. “Glad you’re up. I need some of
this.”
“I have to get up for work in three hours,” I told her, though I was
stiffening at her touch anyway.
“Wrong,” she said, starting to jack me now. “You have to ‘get up’ for
work now. I want some dick baby.”
“Oh God,” said Michelle from the bathroom doorway. “I thought I was
gonna burst. Don’t ever let me leave a bar without peeing first
Stephie.” She stopped, looking at where my wife’s hand was and the
state of my cock. “Oops, I’m sorry, guess I’m interrupting.”
“It’s okay,” Steph giggled. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before
anyway.”
I raised my eyebrows a little at this. By unspoken consent we never
discussed our get-together activities with each other except when they
were actually occurring. Steph had just violated this unwritten rule.
Probably because she was drunk.
“Well yeah,” Michelle stammered, somewhat embarrassed. “Well, I’d
better be hitting the rack.” She gazed almost longingly at my cock in
Steph’s hand as she started for the door.
“It’s too bad Mark’s not here,” Steph told her, letting go of me and
unsnapping her own fanny pack. “You’ve got to be at least as horny as
I am.”
Michelle gave her a sour look. “Sure,” she said. “Rub it in. You go
ahead and get yourself some dick. I’ll just borrow a cucumber or
something out of the fridge.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I offered. “My dick’s big enough for
two. And it’s not cold either.”
I had just been joking, the same raunchy humor we typically displayed.
But Michelle paused, eyeing my dick once again. “I don’t think Stephie
wants to share tonight,” she said regretfully.
Steph tossed her fanny pack up high next to Michelle’s. She looked at
the two of us while she reached for the hem of her sweater. She
shrugged. “I don’t mind,” she said. “But I get his cock in me first.
You can sit on his face while I fuck him if you want.”
“Really?” Michelle and I asked in unison, unsure if she was joking or
not.
She pulled her sweater off, revealing her bra-clad tits. Though she
was feigning disinterest in what she was offering, I could see that she
was definitely aroused at her suggestions. Her chest was flushed and
covered with goose bumps; ironclad evidence of extreme horniness I
knew. “Why not?” she asked, reaching around for her bra clasp. “I’m
always willing to help out a friend in need.”
“What about Mark?” Michelle asked, now displaying arousal signs of her
own. Her voice, though protesting, lacked conviction. “I not sure
he’d like the three of us getting it on while he’s away.”
“Well,” I said, adding my two cents. “I guess it’s his tough luck for
going hunting while the rest of us stay home.”
“Besides,” Steph said, removing her bra and dropping it to the floor.
Her nipples were standing out proudly. “We can repay him once he’s
back. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked me.
“No,” I said quickly, willing to agree to pretty much anything at this
point. They were talking about a three-way. Every man’s dream. I
wanted in.
“I find you make a good point,” Michelle said, reaching for the hem of
her own sweater.
Steph kicked off her shoes and socks and then dropped her pants and
panties to the floor. My wife is very petite, standing about 5’-5” and
weighing in at a hundred and twelve pounds. She keeps herself in good
shape, running twenty miles a week and, like always, I enjoyed gazing
upon her naked form which was marred only by the stretch marks on her
abdomen from childbirth. She pushed me back to the edge of the bed,
forcing me to sit while she kneeled down on the carpet and took my cock
into her mouth. Steph is an accomplished cocksucker, one of the few
women in the world it seems that actually likes to do it. She bobbed
softly up and down on me, using strokes and techniques she knew I liked.
As she did this I watched Michelle undress. Her sweater and bra were
already on the floor, revealing her large tits. Her nipples, nearly
twice the size of Steph’s, were also standing erect with arousal.
Michelle is a big woman, though proportioned nicely. She stands nearly
six feet tall and though the potential for fatness is undoubtedly in
her, she keeps on top of it with the same twenty miles per week running
schedule. Though not as accomplished a cock sucker as Steph, she had a
near-obsession with being fucked in the ass; something that Steph and I
never did after one failed attempt early in our marriage. She dropped
her pants and panties and walked naked over to me.
While Steph continued to slurp and suck on my cock, Michelle sat next
to me on the bed and put her arms around me. Our mouths came together
in a deep, tongue-slurping kiss and I felt her large, alluring body
pressing against me. With my left hand I stroked her tits, gliding
softly over her nipples. I trailed my hand downward across her
abdomen, which was marred with a set of stretch marks too, and through
her thick nest of light brown pubic hair. I dipped my fingers into her
folds, finding them very wet and warm. She sighed as I inserted two
fingers and began to bang her softly.
Steph pulled herself off of my cock and stood up, continuing to jack me
softly with her hand. When Michelle and I broke our kiss, she leaned
forward and put her lips to mine, picking up where Michelle had left
off. She probed with her tongue while pushing the two of us to a
horizontal position on the bed. My fingers were still moving within
Michelle’s drenched cunt. With my other hand I reached out and touched
Steph’s smooth upper thigh. I moved northward until I reached her nest
of curly black pubic hair, which was far less dense than Michelle’s
was. I found that my wife was quite wet herself as I softly began to
finger-bang her too, matching rhythm with the hand inside Michelle’s
body. While Steph kissed my lips, Michelle put her mouth to my neck,
sucking and biting on it gently. The experience of having two mouths
working on me simultaneously while my two hands were in separate
pussies is beyond description. Like many men I’d fantasized about such
things before, usually while jacking off, but even the most vivid and
detailed fantasy does not do justice to what it actually feels like.
Feeling female flesh pressing upon you from two directions can make you
believe that there really is a kind and benevolent God.
Steph broke our kiss, giving my lip a lingering suck as she pulled
back. She straightened herself up and then lifted her leg, passing it
over mine so that she was straddling me. She moved her crotch forward,
forcing my hand to break free, and then inched it up until it was
against the head of my cock. She rubbed me through her wet lips for a
moment and then sank down upon me, driving me in to the hilt with a wet
squish. I sighed at the exquisite sensation of sexual congress.
Michelle raised her head from my neck and turned to watch for a moment
as Steph began raising and lowering herself, slowly at first, upon my
throbbing cock. She smiled and then pulled herself forward until her
tits were dangling in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my
mouth, caressing it with my tongue while fondling the other tit with my
hand. After a moment of this, she pulled herself to her knees on the
bed and straddled my chest, facing towards my face. I could feel her
pussy resting on my sternum, leaving a wet spot. Slowly she moved
herself forward until her pussy was hovering directly over my face.
Her musk filled my nose as I stared at her swollen lips and protruding
clit. I put my hands to her waist and pulled her down to me, inserting
my tongue between her vaginal lips and tasting the tangy nectar of her
secretions.
As I licked and sucked Michelle’s pussy, eliciting grunts and groans of
approval, Steph picked up the pace of her fucking, rubbing the top of
her puss against my cock with each thrust. I knew that my wife enjoyed
this position immensely since she could rub herself to an orgasm in
this manner. My hips began to thrust back at her.
About then I happened to look upward, gazing along the length of
Michelle’s body. I saw that Steph was supporting herself by holding
onto Michelle’s shoulders and resting her chin in the hollow of her
neck. My wife had her eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face,
her fingers kneading Michelle’s shoulders softly. This was definitely
interesting (you certainly wouldn’t catch two heterosexual guys doing
such a thing) and I continued to strain my eyes upward as I sucked
Michelle’s clit gently and continued to thrust in and out of Steph.
I was rewarded for the painful angle my eyes had to maintain in order
to watch. After a few moments, Steph’s hands slowly glided downward in
a hesitant manner. They passed over Michelle’s chest and then worked
their way south until they were cupping her large tits. She began to
squeeze and knead Michelle’s breasts, experimentally at first and then
with more passion. Michelle’s breathing picked up as she looked down
and saw whose hands were caressing her. She filed no protest against
this and in fact seemed to enjoy it. Emboldened by Michelle’s lack of
protest, Steph then began kissing and sucking on the side of her neck.
Michelle smiled sexily, throwing her head back. After a moment of
this, she turned her head to the side and their mouths met, at first
exchanging cautious, gentle kisses, but quickly escalating to deep,
tongue swirling, soul kisses. Steph’s left hand trailed downward,
leaving the breast behind and a moment later I found a finger between
my mouth and Michelle’s clit. Steph began rubbing frantically while I
went back to running my tongue in and out of her drenched lips.
Michelle began to buck up and down upon my face almost immediately.
Their kiss broke and she began to scream out her trademark obscenities
that signified approaching orgasm. Steph’s hand began to rub faster
and firmer across her clit.
“C’mon baby,” I heard Steph panting from above me. “Come for me, come
for me. Let me feel it.”
“Motherfucker!” Michelle yelled through clenched teeth, slamming her
pelvis violently upon my face.
“Yesss!” Steph encouraged, rubbing faster.
“Oh you cunt!” Michelle panted. “You bitch! Oh God!!”
She came harder than I personally had ever witnessed during my
encounters with her. Her juices literally poured over my face,
drenching and nearly drowning me.
She pulled herself off of my face and stared at Steph, who was still
bouncing atop my cock contentedly, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Is that the way you’re gonna play?” she asked, lust in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Steph said, panting too. I’d never seen her look so aroused
before. “And you liked it you bitch. Didn’t you?”
I felt my own orgasm straining as I listened to the two of them talk to
each other. Even at their raunchiest, I’d never heard them call each
other bitches and cunts before. They seemed to be getting off not just
on the physical aspects of what was going on, but the verbal ones as
well.
“Yeah,” Michelle breathed. “You lezzie slut. I LOVED it. How do you
like this?”
With that she leaned forward, putting her face right at the union of
our two crotches. I felt her blonde hair tickling my stomach as she
inserted her mouth between my wife’s legs and started sucking on her
clit. Her chin rubbed against my cock as she did this, adding to the
sensation of my cock thrusting in and out of Steph’s cunt.
Steph, who was usually pretty quiet in the sack, squealed loudly as she
felt Michelle begin to suck her clit. Her thrusting became rapid and
erratic and she screamed her way through a jarring orgasm less than ten
seconds later. This was all a little too much for me. I felt tingling
in my nether regions and my own hips began to spasm erratically.
Orgasm had its way with me and I began to shoot in my wife’s clenching
pussy with extreme force.
When my thrusts slowed down and finally came to a stop, I opened my
eyes to see Michelle sucking my wife’s left tit frantically. She
pulled her mouth away and stood up, grabbing Steph under the arms. She
lifted upwards on her, pulling her off of my wilting cock, spinning her
around, and tossing her bodily onto the bed beside me on her back.
Steph, I could see, really liked the rough treatment she was
receiving. Michelle grabbed her legs and forced them apart, staring at
her drooling vagina.
“I’m gonna suck his come out of your pussy,” she told Steph in a
commanding voice. “And you want me to, don’t you, you cunt?”
“Yes,” Steph nodded, still panting.
“Tell me,” Michelle said. “Tell me what you want me to do, you
lezzie. Tell me!”
“Suck my cunt!” Steph ordered. “Suck me off you bitch! Do it now!”
As I watched in aroused amazement, Michelle leaned forward and buried
her face between my wife’s spread thighs. She began lapping
frantically, slurping and sucking and rubbing her face around. Steph
squealed in pleasure, calling her a bitch or a slut every now and
then. My cock, which had wilted with post-orgasm, sprang quickly to
life once again. Steph inched backwards to the head of the bed,
allowing Michelle to climb onto the bed with her. Michelle’s butt was
sticking up in the air, displaying her cunt and asshole to me. I
stared for a minute, watching this erotic sight and then, feeling left
out, I positioned myself behind Michelle and inserted my cock into her
pussy from behind.
Michelle moaned out her approval at this as I began to move within
her. I grabbed her ass cheeks for leverage and fucked while watching
her eat my wife, who was moaning constantly and twisting her head back
and forth.
After a few minutes of this, Michelle raised her head out of Steph’s
box and turned it towards me. “My ass,” she told me. “Fuck my ass!”
As she dropped her head back into Steph’s crotch, I pulled my dick out
her pussy. I ran my fingers through her folds for a moment, wetting
them and then inserted two fingers into her asshole, lubing it up.
Michelle’s asshole was tight but it was well worn and used to having
objects in it. It only took a few seconds before it was ready for
penetration. I placed the head of my wet dick against it and slid in,
feeling her grip me tightly. I began fucking her ass, rubbing her clit
at the same time with my free hand.
Stephanie shortly began to buck and moan her way through a screaming
orgasm as Michelle ate her. When her thrusting stopped, Michelle
grabbed her thigh and pulled on it.
“Roll over!” she told Steph. “I wanna eat your ass out.”
“What?” Steph, somewhat shocked, asked.
“I’m gonna eat your ass you cunt!” she said, pulling on her leg again.
“Roll over!”
Steph obediently rolled onto her stomach. While I continued to slam in
and out of her rectum, Michelle spread my wife’s butt cheeks apart,
baring her puckered anus. She moved her face forward and buried it in
the valley. My wife moaned in surprise at the sensation. I knew what
she was feeling. When it came to ass eating, Michelle KNEW what she
was doing. She had actually made me come before just by doing that.
I continued to ass-fuck her and rub her clit until she squeaked through
another orgasm. She ass-sucked and rubbed Steph’s clit until she had
another orgasm. She then turned her head and looked at me.
“She’s ready for you,” she told me, probing two fingers in and out of
my wife’s ass. “Come and ass-fuck this lezzie slut.”
“No,” Steph protested. “It’ll hurt. We’ve tried it before.”
“It’s okay baby,” Michelle said, her voice soft and soothing now.
“Just relax yourself when he goes in and it’ll feel great. Don’t
clench down. You’ll love it.”
Steph offered no more protests and Michelle grabbed my cock and pulled
me forward. She put the head against my wife’s slippery asshole and
rubbed it up and down. She whispered encouragement to Steph the whole
time. Finally, when she thought she was ready, she pulled gently on my
butt cheeks, moving me inch by inch into my wife's ass.
“Ohhhh God,” Steph groaned. “It hurts! Get it out!”
“Shhhhhh,” Michelle soothed, leaning forward and kissing her ear.
“It’s okay. Just relax yourself. Don’t clench. Let your body get
used to it.”
I had pulled myself out the moment Steph had said it hurt. I had no
desire to cause my wife pain. But when Michelle, still planting kisses
on Steph’s face and neck, gestured for me to try again, I leaned
forward once more. This time I moved slower, allowing her body to get
used to the intrusion. Her ass was incredibly tight. Almost painfully
so. Michelle’s, by contrast, was flabby in comparison. Inch by inch I
sank down until the entire length of my cock was buried within her. I
stayed there, not moving.
“How’s that feel baby?” Michelle asked her.
“Uhhhhhhggg,” Steph replied.
“You ready for him to start fucking?”
“Yeahhhhhh,” she breathed.
Michelle nodded at me and slowly I began to move in and out of her. It
only took a moment before she was moaning in pleasure and thrusting
back at me. As Michelle had taught me, I reached under with my hand
and began rubbing her clit while I ass fucked her. She really dug this.
Once we were well involved in the anal sex, Michelle got up and moved
to the front of the bed. She inserted herself between the headboard
and Steph’s head, spreading her legs obscenely. She grabbed Steph
harshly by the hair and pulled her face down.
“Eat me you lezzie cunt!” she commanded. “And you’d better do it
right.”
Steph enthusiastically slurped and sucked away at Michelle’s pussy
while I thrust in and out of her rectum. It didn’t take long before we
were all panting and sweating our way through our respective orgasms.
Steph came first, actually screaming in the manner of Michelle.
Michelle was next, screaming out her trademark obscenities while my
wife sucked the come out of her. I was last, spewing a load deep
within my wife’s bowels.
To my amazement, Michelle actually came around behind Steph after I was
done and began sucking on her ass once again, slurping my come out of
there. I wasn’t disgusted by this and Steph didn’t seem to be either
but I vowed not to kiss her anymore until she brushed her teeth.
Finally we all fell to an exhausted heap in the bed. The two women
curled up on either side of me and shortly afterward we were all asleep.
The alarm clock woke me up at 5:00 AM. I had to go to work. I was
bone-tired and my body was sore as I extricated myself from between the
two women and headed for the shower. When I was dressed and ready for
work, the two of them were still sound asleep, though they now had
their arms around each other, their bare tits pressing together.
I found myself springing another hard-on as I witnessed this and
briefly considered calling in sick before my better judgement kicked
in. As I left the house that morning I reflected that another
discussion was in order once Mark came home from Montana.
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