I had a close view of his penis sliding out of her, followed by cum seeping out. She was without a penis in her for less than ten seconds as I quickly replaced him. She was hot inside. She held me and matched every thrust with one of her own. She felt tight inside, but as I plunged in, cum squished out. Roy rubbed her clit and fingered her nipple. His penis was soft and hung loosely at her side.
While I slowly increased the tempo, she took Roy’s member in hand and gently fingered its head. She squeezed my member with each trust. I kissed her, holding our lips together for a while before slipping my tongue between her lips. As my body moved over her, Roy’s hand on her breast pressed against my chest and his fingers on her clit pressed against my bush. Roy slipped his fingers down, and I felt him touch my penis. No man had ever touched my penis, and I didn’t expect I’d want someone to, but as he pressed harder and his fingers followed me in, there was a new mix of feelings. I felt another man’s fingers in my wife. I got lost in that feeling and lost the concentration that allowed me to hold back. My back arched as I pressed his hand deeper and came.
As my penis softened, Roy pressed his fingers into her vagina and slid them out to her clit. It was beginning to look like Roy was going to be responsible for most of Laura’s orgasms tonight. I took my place at her side, fingering her nipple and rubbing her clit. Roy let me take care of her clit while he concentrated on pounding his fingers in her. She arched her back, cried out, and thrashed under my hand.
Roy and I lay beside her. I was cupping her breast, and he was rubbing her belly. Other than a break for the second dessert, we’d been having sex for over three hours. I was sure that, after a short recovery, I’d be ready again. Roy was already hard, and Laura didn’t look like she was tired of orgasms.
“Tell us some more about your swinger parties,” she said.
He said that most of the swingers at the parties that he and his wife went to were people they had known for several years. They welcomed new members, but the group was relatively stable with about as many dropouts as new members.
“Do you ever get together with some of them outside the parties?”
“Yes, we have a few friends that are swingers. We have each other over for dinner and excitement.”
“Is your wife as into this as you are?” Laura asked.
Roy slid his hand down. I couldn’t see, but when she twitched, I assumed he’d started rubbing her clit.
“Yes, sometimes I think she’s more of a fan than I am,” he said.
“Do either of you have sex outside your marriage and your swinging?”
Laura seemed to be pursuing this line with more than a casual interest.
“You mean like tonight?” he said.
“Yeah, well I guess you do,” she said. “Does she know where you are.”
“Of course.”
Roy shifted around and moved his head near Laura’s bush. I pulled her leg up. More cum had flowed out of her, and the towel we’d put under her was soaked. I got up to get a fresh towel. When I got back, Laura was on her hands and knees, and Roy was running his hands over her back and her bottom. I laid the new towel under her. He moved behind her.
I’d had many fantasies about watching Laura with another man, but one position that fascinated me was with her on her hands and knees and me lying under her watching the other man’s penis pounding in her. Having that image in mind, I lay under her and scooted up so that I was looking up at her opening with white cream seeping out. Roy was still rubbing the head of his penis around her slit, and she was squirming. She pushed back like she was trying to get him into her. He was teasing her, by staying at her opening but not letting her drive herself onto him.
Her heavy breasts filled my hands and moved loosely as I massaged them. Roy quit playing with her and pressed into her. As he thrust with a slow tempo and she leaned back and forth, her breasts swung. He thrust hard into her, and she pushed back against him. She took my member in her mouth. She stroked my member with her mouth as she followed Roy’s thrusts.
When he pressed into her, his balls slapped against her clit. As his penis slid in and out of my wife, she matched every move, moaning with pleasure. I released her breast from my right hand, brought it up past her leg, and touched her clit. It was very hard and covered with slippery fluid. I slid her sheath up and rubbed the smooth bump inside. She went from moaning to panting and from panting to cries as her body shook with spasms.
She must have wanted to ease off because she leaned forward and Roy’s penis pulled almost all the way out. He followed her. He was pumping wildly. I think we had both decided that we were not going to give her any relief. She cried out again. Was she having another orgasm after less than a minute? He was driving his penis hard into her. I was rubbing her clit with rapid strokes. Even when her body stopped shaking, we didn’t let up. Roy had to pull her hips back and lean forward to keep inside her. My hand never let up. With the last orgasm, I’d seen her vagina throb around Roy’s member. I had to admit he had staying power. As her body stopped shaking, instead of leaning forward, she pressed back against Roy. He pumped deep inside her. She cried out. Roy cried out and pressed hard against her; his penis throbbed as he pumped his cum.
I slid out from under her. Roy laid down next to her. I mounted her and slipped into her. Having watched Roy pound her while she worked her lips over my penis, I was nearly there when I pressed into her. She answered my thrusts and clamped tight on my penis. I cried out and released.
As I lay down, she turned and lay between us. She used the towel to wipe between her legs.
“I think we need some sleep, boys.”
“Good idea,” I said.
“How about another go at it before breakfast,” Roy said.
“Absolutely,” she said.
I lay for a few minutes reflecting on the enthusiasm in my wife’s voice. Sometime in the evening, the scene had shifted from my wife accepting Roy as a lover to offer me an exciting show to two men doing everything they could to pleasure her. Was that what Roy had been talking about?
In the morning, I was the first one to get up to go pee. When I came out of the bathroom, Laura was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting. I left the space in the middle for her. Roy followed Laura. She took her place next to me.
“You were pretty amazing last night,” I said.
“You two were pretty amazing.”
“You like having two lovers?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Roy came back from the bathroom. He paused, looked at her, and then laid next to her.
We were pretty much in tune with each other. He turned to her and put his hand on her breast as I did the same thing. Laura reached down and took my member in her hand. She had her other hand on his. We were erect and pressed against her hands.
“Who’s first?” she asked.
“You go first,” Roy said.
I turned and slid over and took position between her legs. I pulled her legs up, and she opened before me. She looked dark red. Either she had been thinking about what was coming, or she was a little irritated from four hours of constant pounding.