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Eric laughed, but didn’t answer, and Dex was distracted as Vicky came around the couch.
To Dexter’s surprise, she came over and sat net to him, not her husband. The only thing she did first was to lean down and kiss him before she stepped over and sat down right next to Dex.
“I think I’m gonna go shower real quick,” John said.
“Oh, y’all don’t have to leave,” Vicky said. “I’ve… well… let’s just say I’ve had an audience before,” she said, smiling over at her husband.
“Naw, I really do need to get cleaned up,” he said. Donna nodded, standing up with him and following him out.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be back,” she said.
“Y’all can use my shower or the one near my brother’s bedroom,” he said, nodding at the other end of the house.
“We’ll be right back,” Donna said, smiling and winking at Eric and Vicky both. After she pulled John out of the room, Dexter glanced back and saw them heading toward Jack’s room.
“So, you’ve had sex with Donna and your girlfriend Jessie tonight?” Vicky asked, turning to face him.
He smiled, shrugging. “Yeah. Well, Donna was sucking my dad off,” he said, then winced, hearing how weird it sounded. “God that’s weird,” he said, chuckling.
She smirked and shrugged. “Honestly, I think it’s sweet that you let your dad hang out with you guys. I mean, he obviously enjoyed all the attention. Did you see how much that Lacey girl was ogling and flirting with him?”
Dex laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I did. It was a little embarrassing to watch. Ronnie didn’t really seem to mind, though.”
“Well, he was ogling the other girls just as much as Lacey was watching you and your pop,” Eric pointed out.
Dexter grinned, glancing over at him. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“So, did you have a good birthday?” Vicky asked, glancing over and smiling at Eric for a second.
Dexter nodding, watching her quietly.
She smiled, standing up and started to slide her clothes off. He saw that she hadn’t put on a bra when they’d gone to wherever they went after leaving earlier. He didn’t figure that she often needed one, as small chested as she was.
He glanced over at Eric and then back up at her.
“Is it okay if my husband watches?” she asked.
Dexter nodded. “Sure. John likes to watch me with his girlfriend, so I guess I’m used to it, as weird as that is.”
Vicky smiled, and he was struck by how truly beautiful she was. In his estimation, she would be at home in any movie, easily fitting in with the other gorgeous people on the silver screen.
She smiled, blushing a little as he gazed at her. “You’re staring,” she pointed out, smiling down at him.
He grinned. “Well, you’re gorgeous,” he said. “And, nearly naked,” he added.
She smiled, then stood there for a moment letting the two men get a good look at her. Slowly, she lifted both hands up and hooked them in the sides of her pretty pink panties. Slowly, she turned, presenting her goddess-tier rump toward him, and slowly bent over with her knees straight. She was deliberately taking her time sliding the underwear down, and glanced back with a seductive smile as Dexter watched, seeing the upper edge of the panties expose the top part off her asshole, then slowly slide down, revealing the bottom part of it, and then part of her pussy lips. She continued to take her time, bent over sexily and watching him as he watched her. Eventually, her entire pussy was exposed, and she stayed there for a good minute, letting him look at her sex as much as he wanted.
He smiled, admiring how pretty and perfect it looked. She let her panties drop all the way down to her feet in the meantime, and when she stood, she stepped out of them. Turning, she leaned over and kissed her husband again, a deep, meaningful exchange.
“I love you,” he said.
She smiled, but didn’t respond, kissing him again and turning back to Dex.
Smiling, he started to reach for the cock ring that he’d tossed on the couch beside him, and she glanced over at it.
“What is that?” she asked as he lifted it up.
He grinned. “Well, it’s a gift from Donna, actually,” he said. “Check it out.” Standing, he quickly pulled his underwear off and resumed his position.
She smiled, kneeling down in front of him and watching. He pulled the rubber ring apart a little, and then slid it over the head of his cock, careful not to let it pull his skin. After he’d gotten it around the base of his shaft, he pulled, reaching down and lifting his ball sack to try and get them through it.
He glanced over, seeing Eric wince. He chuckled. “It actually feels pretty good,” he admitted.
“Here,” Vicky said, taking over. She lifted his balls with one hand and took the black rubber ring with the other. Sliding it on further, she adjusted it back and forth until his balls were back in the same position they were earlier, his cock throbbing menacingly.
“That looks like it hurts,” Eric said, looking over at his shaft.
Dexter shrugged. “It’s actually fine. It’s throbbing and harder than shit right now. Donna and Jessie both seemed to go nuts for it.”
Vicky giggled, leaning forward to run her tongue along the tip.
Dex grinned, his cock jerking in pleasure as the warm wetness of her tongue ran across the head. She rubbed her tongue along the mushroom, then across the hole, drawing a long line of pre-cum up as she rolled her tongue back in her mouth. Re-positioning herself, she slid to the right, then looked over at Eric and raised her eyebrows questioningly at him.
“Perfect,” he said.
Dex looked over at him, curious.
“I like when she looks at me when she’s doing it. I’ve gotten to where I can… well… get excited… by seeing her pleasure.”
Dexter nodding, smiling as she continued to play, her tongue sliding across the tip as she drew another line of pre-cum up, still watching her husband.
“Sort of like living vicariously through someone?” he asked.
Eric shrugged. “Yeah, but a little more like I just get off knowing that she’s having so much fun. I’m not worried about her like… running off to marry you, so I get to relax and enjoy the kinky weirdness of it all, you know?”
Dexter nodded in response.
John came back then, and he hopped over the back of the couch, sitting near Dexter and obviously not being shy or caring that he was so close to another naked man.
“Goddamn you are one big son-of-a-bitch,” he said, leaning to the side to look at Dexter’s cock as Vicky giggled and held it straight up. “Here, look at my little guy,” he said, scooting close and practically putting the head of his cock up against Dex’s. There was a sliver of light between the two.
“Dude,” Dex said, chuckling.
“Well shit, I ain’t gonna grab the big bastard,” he said. “I can’t enjoy the fuckin’ show?”
Dexter laughed, shrugging, as did Eric.
“Shit, deny a motherfucker the pleasure, I’ll just take my shit and leave,” he said, grinning widely and grabbing his dick and balls like they weren’t attached and standing up.
“Sit your redneck ass down,” Vicky said, slapping his leg.
John grinned. “Well shit, a redneck might get a little action after all,” he said, smiling widely. “She tell you what a bad motherfucker I was earlier?” he asked, looking over at Eric.
She smirked, looking up at him. “I don’t keep secrets from my husband, Mr. Handsy,” she said.
“Well hell, I tried to get her to give my little fella a good dick-smackin’, but she’s too in love with Biggus Dickus here.”
Dexter and Eric both laughed at the obvious Monty Python reference, and Vicky rolled her eyes, leaning forward to kiss the head of Dexter’s cock.
“I hope you boys don’t have plans to sleep tonight,” she said. “If you’re gonna stay and watch, I’m taking my time with this.”
Dexter smiled. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, so I figured we’ll either still be doing shit like this, or in an orgasm coma.”
“God, a girl can dream,” she said, smiling as she looked over at Eric again, kissing the head of Dexter’s cock.
“Don’t you wanna say some mean shit to him?” John asked. “Call him a little dick pussy or something?”
She giggled. “You’re the gutless cuck, redneck,” she pointed out. “You… probably couldn’t get laid… in a porn movie.”
He laughed at her, obviously amused at her attempt to insult him.
“Come on baby,” he said, “You can hit me better than that.”
She giggled, rolling her eyes at him and looking back at Eric.
“It’s not about humiliation for me,” Eric said, grinning in amusement as he watched the three of them from his couch. “I’d love to be able to plow my wife, so to speak, but the cards weren’t dealt like that for me, so I get off in other ways.”
John smiled. “Well, honestly, you got a rough hand buddy. I guess I had to learn to adjust like you did. I just got something broke inside my brain at some point and went all the way the other direction with the shit. I get harder than fuckin’ concrete when some pretty young thang calls me a faggot or a pussy or something.”
Dexter laughed at that. He grinned, then saw some more movement from behind him. He saw Donna come back in then, surprised at the swiftness of their showers.
She grinned, winking at him as saw what was happening.
“You guys don’t fuck around in the shower,” he said.
She shook her head. “There were new people to play with. I just cleaned everything that was dirty really well and came back.” Walking around the couch, she stopped in front of Eric and looked over at Vicky.