I collapsed back on the nearest couch, huffing and puffing like I’d run a marathon. I felt movement at my waist, and looked down to see Jill getting comfortable.
“Hi,” she said almost shyly.
I had to laugh, “Hi.”
She reached for my cock, gently holding it in her fingers, tugging a little. “Do you think you might have anything left for me?” she asked, softly.
I looked over to the other side of the table and was greeted by a beautiful sight. Sheri was on her hands and knees, taking Jack at one end, while Dan filled her mouth at the other. She looked as happy as a clam. A well stuffed clam.
“I don’t think Jack will mind if we bend our rules,” she said, “especially since he started it.” She leaned in and put her mouth on my cock.
“I won’t be up to another session like that for a while, probably not for days,” I warned her.
“Good. That’s not what I want. I want to ride you into the sunset,” she giggled. “Or into the dawn.” She put her mouth back down to resuscitate my junior partner. I let her do her job, while I watched my wife get spun like a top, her two partners switching openings. I almost laughed as I saw them ‘high-five’ over her. While my wife was blowing Jack, he reached down beside him where the stuff from the table was stacked, and took a swig from the rum, then passed it to Dan, who did likewise. He then reached over and came up with one of the cigars.
“Hold on a sec,” he told his little cock-sucker, and dislodged long enough to grab a long piece of bark, get it burning in the fireplace, and use it to light his cigar. He took a deep draw and smiled, slowly letting the smoke rise to the ceiling. He looked over to see me leaning back, with his wife attached to my cock and raised his cigar in salute. He seemed to think better of it and scrambled over to where we were.
He passed me the cigar, while his hands glided over his wife. “Just don’t break her, OK?”
I laughed, “I should say the same.”
Jack caressed Jill’s ass, sliding down her crack, “You’re OK with this, right baby?”
She took her mouth off my cock, looked up at me and winked, “If it’s what you really want,” she said softly, tentatively.
“Just this once,” he said, looking back over his shoulder to where Sheri’s vacant mouth beckoned.
Jill smiled at me and winked again, “Just this weekend, I’ll go along with whatever you want, do whatever you want, be your slut-wife.” The sound of her voice and the look in her eye were definitely on different teams.
He gave her a kiss on the shoulder, and headed back to my wife, taking the time to light up the other cigar.
“Look at them,” I whispered to Jill, who sat up and looked to the side. The image of my wife being assaulted from behind by Dan’s insistent pounding, while Jack just relaxed as Sheri swallowed his cock, both men smoking big old cigars, will stick with me for years.
Robin on the other hand just lay there where we left her, semi-catatonic. Jill laughed. “I thought it was just a saying, but I think you literally fucked her brains out.”
“Let’s give our spouses some privacy,” I told her, “and I’ve got to do something about Robin, I’m feeling guilty.”
I got up and carried Robin to the furthest bed, leaning her against the outside wall, covering her with a sheet. She woke partially, moaning, “No more, please, no more.” I bestowed a small kiss on her lips before I left for my new partner.
I went back to get Jill, and almost died laughing when Sheri tore into Dan. “If you drop your ashes on me one more time, Daniel, that will be the last time you get any part of me this entire weekend! Jesus, even Alex doesn’t do that!”
He acted appropriately contrite, and I was quiet as I escorted Jill back to the same bed I’d tucked Robin into. She hesitated. “Why not the other one?”
“I just thought I’d leave that one for the other three. Right now, I think we’re paired up for the rest of the night.”
My words turned out to be true. Jill rode me for an eternity, and then we switched places and I was happy to return the favor. She was able to get me to come before too long, but went right back to work getting me hard again for more mutual riding.
Robin’s little voice got my attention, as Jill leaned back and admired her latest handiwork, a large thick red hard-on, just looking for a place to call home. “Jesus, Alex. Doesn’t that thing EVER go down?”
I reached over and pulled her lips to mine. “Not so long as you two are near me and unclothed.”
Jill mounted me again, looking for another orgasm in her long procession of passion eruptions.
Robin crawled closer, “God, I ache all over, and I may never walk again,” she moaned. She clutched my arm tightly leaning her forehead against my temple.
“I swear,” she said softly, “if you EVER do anything like that to me again…”
I waited, as did Jill, who stopped her grinding for the moment. “Yes?” I finally asked.
“If you do….” she said softly, “I’ll be ruined for other men, and you’ll have to keep me for your own.” She leaned in and kissed me with a growing passion, while Jill switched from grinding to rocking.
I didn’t fuck Robin any more that night, although Jill did manage to squeeze another one out of me.
We got to watch the boys take my wife to the other bed and take turns tit-fucking her, and then alternating their use of her. Anytime they left her alone, she made for one of their cocks, her mouth working its wonders. I don’t know when they finally gave up; I was long asleep by then.