“Guilty.” I admitted with a grin. “Listen, I overheard some gabbing. It sounds like the teasing is 100% intentional. They’re hoping that with all the eye-candy and the overt play, they’ll each be at the receiving end of a ‘whole lot of lovin’ from each of their severely worked up hubbies.”
“The plans working for me,” Jack admitted. “I’d fuck anything that would keep still for 10 seconds right about now. Their antics have had me aching for hours.”
“No shit,” Dan laughed. “That lunch scene had me on the verge of shooting several times. You missed out dude.”
“Speaking of which, I’m starving.” I told them, getting up to head back to the cabin for a well deserved meal.
“Just stick to what’s on the menu,” Jack yelled.
At the cabin, I had a sandwich waiting for me, along with three beautiful naked women. I was getting hard just in anticipation of being around them again.
“You poor baby,” Sheri said, reaching down and giving my exposed hard-on a stroke of her hand. “Girls, can you give us a couple of minutes? I think I’d like to take the edge off for him. Sounds like he’s earned it, from what Jill tells.” She took me by the hand and escorted me about 10 feet to the nearest bed.
She pushed me down, but before she could join me she had a momentary change of heart, “Damn, I better hit the can first. Girls, entertain him for a minute, will ya? I’ll be right back.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and Robin strolled over, with Jill in her wake. “Can we help? Make sure you’re ready for her?” She leaned forward, putting one knee on the bed, and then running a finger from my knee to my crotch. “Or maybe you’d like to show my girls the attention you gave Jill’s?” Robin said, crawling toward me holding her tits out for me.
I didn’t really get an option. Robin’s tits were in my face in seconds, and I was sucking away, deliriously happy when I felt Jill’s hand on my cock, restoring me to full hardness. Her hand stroked me nice and firmly, preparing me for my wife’s attentions.
“Enough, you harlots!” my wife cried out, giggling at watching me get inundated under about 240 lbs of best friend flesh. “Back off and get your own. This one’s mine.” She emphasized it by planting her lips firmly on my cock, while her friends backed off just far enough to be out of the way.
Sheri loved oral. It’s one of the things that brought us together. She just loved to give head, and, surprise, surprise, I loved getting it. I’d never met anyone like her. When we first started living together, we’d hang out naked around the apartment, and out of the blue, she’d go down on me for a while, get me hard, and leave me hanging, just to attack me again an hour later. I’d come for her several times a day. While watching TV, a commercial was an excuse for 3 minutes of oral sex. A boring show might be enough time to actually get off. And public blow-jobs were part of the game as well. I would often try to move her blow-jobs towards normal sex, but rarely was I successful. Our sex was great, don’t get me wrong, but 3 or 4 times a week was about as often as we did it, while I probably felt her lips on my cock at least twice a day. On occasion she’d get in the mood for a marathon, and I’d spend half the day with my cock between her lips.
I never got tired of watching her suck me, or just leaning back and letting her have her way.
She loved the fact, and made no bones about it, that I had pretty extraordinary recovery capability. Like a teenager, I could come and be ready to go again in 5 minutes, quite often never even going soft after finishing. I believe it was this added benefit that finally won her over for good. She was a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was always amazed that she had gone for me.
Sheri happily gave a quick demonstration of her magical mouth, while her friends openly watched. I thought I’d be able to last a while, after my recent finish between Jill’s generous lips, but once more, the view, the situation, and my wife’s extensive experience, particularly where it concerns me, had me blowing after an embarrassingly short time.
After wiping her lips, in an exaggerated gesture, Sheri did provide a little encouragement. “God that was a quick one. Must be the audience. I wish I’d known that was the secret to pulling your trigger; it might have saved me hours and hours of time spent with rug burn knees and a sore jaw.” She giggled. “OK, sweetie, enjoy lunch, I’m going to go see if the other boys might need a suntan lotion refresh. Care to join me Jill?”
Jill seemed a bit reluctant, but she eventually left Robin and I alone, except for a thick sandwich. I took a huge bite.
“Give me that,” Robin said, pushing the table away from me, and taking the sandwich from my hand and straddling my lap. “You must be worn out, and your arms exhausted from all that work. Let me help you.” She fed me a bit of sandwich, and then wiped my lips clean. Her crotch pressed against mine, her tits pressed against my upper chest. She caressed my face with her lips, while I chewed.
She fed me that way, teasing me, touching me, grinding her hips against mine, occasionally kissing me, letting her tongue tangle with mine. The sandwich slowly disappeared, my stomach stopped growling, and my alter-ego strived to gain my lunch partner’s attention.
“Are you getting hard for me?” she finally asked, when there could no longer be any doubt about it.
“How could I not?” I responded, pulling her close, while I swallowed the last of my sandwich.
She brushed any last crumbs off my lips, reached back and passed me my glass of water, and after I’d washed down the last remnants, she stood up, still straddling me, her tits right in front of my face. My lips captured the nearest nipple while she peeked out the windows, searching out our companions. She finally drew her nipple out of my mouth and replaced it with her own sensuous lips, giving me a warm, passionate kiss.
“Ok, here’s the deal,” she told me softly, a minute later, “If you just put it in me, but we didn’t really move, then it wouldn’t technically be fucking, would it?” She asked, raising her hips up. She reached for me, and placed me at her tiny opening.
“Technically, no.” I agreed, while I started to lower her onto my cock.
With a couple of inches inside of her, she gasped. “Slowly! You stretch me so tightly, you have to go slow.” I pulled her down a little farther, then worried her tits some more while she got used to being filled.
“Check out if anyone’s headed this way,” she said, gasping as she squirmed to take more of me.
I stood; with her arms and legs wrapped around me, her weight finally finished the job and helped me to fully skewer her. I walked to the window and looked down to the shore, over her shoulder.
“How bad are they being?” she gasped, holding herself tight against me.