I was so lost in all of it, I’d lost track of everything around us once again. So, I nearly hit the ceiling as I felt a warm mouth wrap itself around my achingly stiff dick.
I’d been lying on my stomach to get better access to Emily, leaving my bottom half hanging off the couch. At some point my cock must have fought its way out of the fly of my boxers. I’d been so engaged in everything else, I hadn’t noticed.
Then, out of nowhere, like being wrapped in a salve, my dick was surrounded by wonderful wetness. My surprise must have been obvious, because even Emily paused choking on Mike’s penis to glance my way, her face filled with genuine affection.
I looked back and saw Allison. Her lips were wrapped lovingly over my erection. She gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up. A cocky, cock-sucking grin. The athletic blonde wasn’t giving it her usual, aggressive effort, however. Instead, she took her time — her deep, brown eyes shining with adulation and lust — and slowly licked her way up and down my member.
I raised an eyebrow and Allison responded by pulling at my legs, bringing my dick closer to her on the far side of the couch. At first, I was confused, unsure what she was up to. Then I turned back to look at Emily and I understood what was going on.
My wife had turned her crotch to the side, so now I could only see her cute little buns. Kneeling there, eagerly waiting for her, was Jack’s silver head. Emily groaned as the older man applied his expert tongue to her sex, but the sound was muffled almost immediately as Mike reinserted his cock in her mouth. I swear, it looked like he was trying to stuff his dipstick down her throat.
Then my vision was blocked. All I got was a flash of wavy blonde hair, so close that everything was out of focus. Suddenly, I was being kissed. Hard. I didn’t need to see to know who it was. The familiar peach and vanilla scent, the affection of her lips on mine, told me everything I needed to know. Cassie hummed into my mouth, letting her long thin fingers wrap around the back of my head.
“I gotcha,” she said, almost musical.
The two women had successfully separated me from my wife. Jack and Mike had managed to extricate my Emily. I had to believe this had all been planned out, somehow. Yet, I couldn’t imagine how it could have happened in any way except by accident.
I lost the ability to think on it longer as Allison tugged on my legs and I dropped, hard, onto the floor. My head bounced on the thin carpet. I’d missed the glass coffee table — and an all-inclusive trip to Mickey’s Magical Emergency Services — by inches. I was too engulfed in the girls to even care.
The women around me didn’t even pause. Cassie’s lips never left mine. Allison used the opportunity to rid me of my underwear. With me fully in her grasp, she began determinedly sucking at my cock. Her fist closed tight around the shaft. Stroking up and back. It felt like she was trying to pump my dick right off my body, and considering how good it felt, I was happy to let her. This was the competitive, controlling woman I’d come to expect.
Cassie, meanwhile, finally pulled back a bit to let me breathe. The look in her bright blue eyes was unreadable. She eyed me with a need I couldn’t quantify. An affection I didn’t recognize. Her smile so playful and adoring.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I said. I hadn’t even intended to say the words, but there they were. You’d think I’d said the most romantic sonnet, for how Cassie’s face flushed at my words.
In my position — on my back, in the thrall of Allison’s lips and tongue — there wasn’t much else I could do to engage with Cassie. I tried to lean up and start kissing her again, but Allison grunted angrily and pulled at my penis. My only option was to stay quiescent.
Cassie saw my predicament. But instead of bending her head my way, she scooched forward and fed me one of her breasts. I’m definitely a tit man, though size has never been something that stood out to me. I’d say I was an equal-opportunity lover of all boobs in their many shapes and sizes.
Yet, once again, I could appreciate how nice it was, for the first time in my life, to feel and suck at a more substantial pair. Something about how they hung off Cassie’s body, the healthy fullness of her breasts, amplified the experience.
I suckled on her lovely pink nipples like a starving man. Cassie closed her hands around the back of my head, cradling me to her chest, and cooed.
“Oh, fuck I love that tight, twisting pussy,” Mike said.
My attention shot to the couch. In my time on the ground, pulled between Allison and Cassie, the two men had switched places on Emily. My wife was still lying on the couch, but now she was slurping up and back on Jack’s dick.
Meanwhile, Mike had knelt between my wife’s spread legs. He’d taken her ankles and rested them on his shoulders. Exposing her, owning her, in a way that went beyond possessive. Like she was his plaything.
He speared my wife with this long, thin cock. Emily’s eyes widened as she was filled. Mike kept pushing in, deeper and deeper. Emily’s face clenched in a mix of pleasure and pain as the tall man hit bottom.
“Squeeze on my cock, Em,” Mike said, “Fuck yeah. Sweet fucking cunt.”
Jack, his dick buried in my wife’s mouth, reached down and pinched Emily’s swollen nipples. Emily arched her back and let out a pained yelp.
“She loves that shit,” Jack said. “Such a good little girl. Take that cock.”
“Yeah, Em, that’s my girl,” Mike said.
“A little distracted, I see,” Cassie said.
I looked over and realized that I had two attractive women staring down at me, bemused. Allison had even stopped sucking my dick and I hadn’t noticed. Clearly, I was the worst orgy-member ever.
“Two hot blondes and he can’t stop staring at the skinny brunette chick,” Allison said. The two women shared a grin.
“Don’t you like my big titties, Paul?” Cassie asked, shoving her boobs in my face.
“Don’t you want my tight little pussy?” Allison asked, wiggling her pert behind.
“Yeah, Paul, tell us.”
Both girls broke into giggles. My eyes flitted from one woman to the other. Cassie, the classically beautiful blonde with a heart-shaped face, bright blue eyes and sensuous lips. Allison, trim and tall, pale, with a sculpted tummy and a wicked smirk. The two of them equally perfect in such disparate ways.
“It’s sweet, the way he dotes on his little wife,” Cassie said, “Almost romantic.”
“More romantic if she wasn’t currently getting plowed by two dudes,” Allison said. The fact that those guys was supposed to be the women’s respective husbands wasn’t mentioned.
“Well, if he can’t give us his attention,” Cassie said, “We’ll just have to block it out.”