They were warm and soft. Little fleshy swells of happiness. Like Allison, herself, her breasts were the kind you didn’t notice at first. But once you did, you realized you were experiencing something truly special.
I realized I was breathing heavily, like I’d gone on a run. Allison’s chest was also rising and falling quickly. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck. Our eyes locked. I wondered if the rest of the room noticed. I didn’t care enough to look.
Finally, I let go of Allison’s breasts and sat back. Again, the room seemed shocked by what they’d seen. What we’d all shared.
Cassie loudly cleared her throat, getting our attention. “Next!”
I looked over at Emily. I hadn’t forgotten about her, exactly, but then I hadn’t really realized she was still there, either. And that it was now her turn.
“No more kissing, right?” Emily asked.
She didn’t wait for a response. She turned to face Jack, reached down to his crotch, and slipped her hand inside his underwear. I didn’t need X-ray vision to see what she did next.
Again, the room erupted in shouts, like my petite wife had grabbed a gun, rather than massaged Jack’s missile. She stroked her hand back and forth on his bare dick, the purple material of his underwear bulging around her fist. The older man sat back, a strange, knowing smile on his lips, as my wife worked him over.
A moment later, Emily pulled her hand free. She looked at it, oddly, like interrogating her fingers about where they’d been. Then she saw behind them, at me, staring her way. She gave me a quick, innocent shrug.
“Well now,” Jack said, “I guess that makes me last?”
He was right. We’d all passed. So, unless Jack played a card (and we all knew he wasn’t going to do that), this would be the end of the game.
“Gotta make it a good one, then,” Jack said.
He reached between my wife’s legs, slipping his fingers under her green panties.
“Oh,” Emily gasped.
The room went silent, except for the surprisingly loud slicking sounds, as Jack explored my wife’s most private place. He moved his hand up slightly and started stroking back and forth. Slowly at first but building ever faster.
Emily’s green eyes grew huge. She leaned back, breasts skyward. Her nipples turning so tight they seemed almost sharp.
Allison had put her mouth on me for a moment. I’d held her breasts for a bit longer. Emily had given Jack a few strokes. Jack reached the point where we’d all stopped, but he kept going.
Emily’s breath came in sharp, high-pitched gasps. Growing faster. I recognized those noises, so strange to hear them in such an unfamiliar way.
“Come on,” Jack said in his now-persistent drawl. “Let it out. Let yourself feel good. There’s a good girl.”
His hand moved faster. Emily’s legs slowly curled, then kicked straight.
“Oh,” she said, “OH!”
Emily reached down and grabbed Jack’s hand, holding it in place. Her face went pink. A long, strangled sound escaped her throat. Her whole body arched, like she was squeezing the orgasm out of herself. Finally, she fell limp.
Gingerly, Jack pulled his hand back out of my wife’s underwear. Even from across the room, I could see that his fingers were sticky. He gave them a quick taste, then smiled broadly at the room.
“Lovely,” he said, “Just lovely.”
“Uh huh,” Emily said. She stayed on the ground, staring outward. But her eyes were empty.
Abruptly, everything seemed possible. My wife’s dramatic finish had opened up a whole new place to start. I looked over at Cassie and Mike. They were both running their eyes up and down each other’s nearly-naked forms. I felt someone looking at me and turned to see Allison, giving me a similarly hungry look. I had to admit, she looked almost shockingly beautiful. I’d appreciated her before, but now…
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Emily said, through panting breaths. She slowly got up and began gathering her clothes, carefully, like she was worried her knees might buckle under her.
“Easy for you to say,” Cassie said. The room chuckled nervously. Emily flushed.
“It’s just… I think that’s enough,” she said. My wife looked right at me, and I could see the nervousness on her face. I did my best to smile back at her, reassuring, but I couldn’t be sure that was the emotion I was conveying.
I wasn’t mad at Emily. A little jealous, maybe, but not angry. Jack had taken her somewhere further than I think any of us had been ready to go. But, let’s be honest, we were all heading that way anyway. Could I really complain about Emily’s cum after I’d paid such homage to Allison’s breasts? After my dick, no matter how clothed, had been in the athletic blonde’s mouth?
“Yes, OK,” Allison said, like breaking out of a trance. “It’s late and we’ve got a lot ahead of us.”
“See you all tomorrow?” Cassie asked.
And suddenly the room went silent.