It turned out that all three of the girls had the same plan in mind. Jill got down in front of me, and I scooted to the edge of the couch to improve her access. She wasn’t in a hurry to get to the main course, and she licked me and teased me with her hands, lips and tongue, without taking me into her mouth. She took her time cleaning any trace of my wife off of my hardness, without a hint of fastidiousness. Just the opposite, she seemed to enjoy it. I looked around and watched the other guys relish being on the receiving end of a blow-job from their friend’s wives, while their own spouses went to work with their hands and mouths elsewhere.
I watched my wife blow Dan, taking his entire cock in her mouth repeatedly, while he groaned his appreciation. He always looked so young, until you saw that angry red cock of his pointing up, loaded for bear. I swear it looked like she was corrupting a neighborhood youth. I looked over at Jack, watching him scan the activity, gazing down at Robin’s active mouth, then glancing over to see what Jill was doing for me, before looking across the way to gaze on Sheri’s artful oral play.
Our eyes locked and we both grew immense smiles. If he was jealous, it wasn’t showing. I put up a hand for a high-five, and when he smacked my hand with a resounding crack, we got the momentary attention of all the women.
Jill looked over at him with a look of surprise. She stroked my cock with her hand, exaggerating the long slow movement. “Enjoying yourself, Jack?” she asked out loud. “Ready to see your wife take someone else’s cock in my mouth? Want to see Alex fill my mouth with this beast?”
Jack just moaned as Jill slowly sank her mouth over my length, taking me deep, pressing the head against the back of her throat. She pushed and pushed, taking even more of me, until she pulled away gasping. “Was that what you wanted to see?”
“God, you look incredible,” he moaned, holding Robin’s head in his hands and pumping into her mouth.
After that she started sucking me more aggressively, and I just relaxed and enjoyed her efforts at showing off for her husband. The alarm was almost welcome; I didn’t want to get too excited.
Robin didn’t even get off her knees; she wriggled over and started kissing my thighs. “I swear this is the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done. I never even did anything like this in high-school or college,” she confessed.
“And the night’s just starting.” I reminded her.
“I feel so sexy, just going from cock to cock, filling my mouth with a different man’s pulsing meat.” She leaned over and sucked me deep, coming up for air, and licking my rod like a lollipop.
“Are you going to suck Dan as well? Or try something different?” I asked her, marveling that such a pretty girl was so happy to have my cock in her mouth.
“I think I’ll just keep sucking around the table until somebody pops!” she laughed.
“Would you like some help with Dan? Maybe Sheri could help you. I’m sure Dan would love to see you sharing his cock with somebody else.”
She giggled, and then she was climbing up in my lap, giving me a big sloppy kiss. “Do you think she would?”
“I do.”
“God, that would be great!” She turned sideways on the couch, her rear-end raised high and almost in Jack’s face, while she went after my cock from a different angle. I was able to play with her tit in this position, and when she moaned, I looked over to see Jack with his hand in the cookie jar, fingering my fellatrix, while my wife worked hard at encouraging him to fill her mouth with more than just his cock.
Dan was staring at his young wife with unadulterated lust in his eyes, while she had her smooth pussy rubbed, and her mouth stretched wide. I looked over at Jack, and he saw me watching. He smiled then leaned over and put his mouth where his hand was.
“Oh God!” Robin cried out, pulling off my cock just long enough to express herself before going after my cock with even more determination.
Jack suddenly leaned back in the couch, echoing her cry, as my wife accomplished one of her many goals for the evening. The alarm went off again, and I almost wanted to throw that damn watch against the wall. I wasn’t alone.
“GOD, NOT NOW!” Jack cried out, while my wife sucked him dry.
Robin climbed off of me, quivering. “I need a drink,” she said, then headed to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water.
Sheri, in the meantime came over to me, and wiping her mouth with a big, slutty gesture. “That’s one,” she told me, reaching down and caressing my hard-on.
There appeared to be a short break all around, with Jack regaining his composure, while his wife sat down next to him, toying with his semi-hard rod. I retrieved my cigar – no reason to let a $20 stick go to waste, and re-lit it, taking a huge draw, and sighing loudly. Sheri sat on the arm of the couch, enjoying her own accomplishment. “I’m sorry you didn’t have a better view, but Robin was kind of in the way,” she told me softly. “I can’t fault her, that pretty little slit of hers up in his face was the extra incentive he needed. I’ll try to make sure you get a real good view of the next one.”