This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Conference Room B Fuck Club
There are a lot of things about my business that are beyond my control. Things that are NOT my fault.
For instance, the fact that women far outnumber men in the study of foreign languages. Also, women are generally better in sales positions than men.
It is not my fault that my firm’s target markets are mostly based out of Asia, which is eight to twelve hours behind us, depending on location. This makes it necessary for my sales staff to work between 2 p.m. and midnight-ish, local time.
It is also not my fault that these happen to be the prime baby-making hours for any couple once they are ready to do so.
What happens to be my fault, I suppose, is that we now have a sex room, in the office. Yep, you read that correctly. A sex room.
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January
“You want me to put a what, in the office?”
I stared across my office at my three managers. The rest of the staff had already left for the day and we were just finishing our end-of-the-day meeting.
Gloria cleared her throat. “Kurt, we’d like you to provide and furnish, a room, for the purpose of conjugal visits.”
Gloria is my right-hand lady. She’s way smarter than me, more experienced, and about twelve years older. It’s been said that she’s our office’s version of Stifler’s mom or Mrs. Robinson, depending on your generation. She’s a smoking-hot older lady, that’s for sure, who is adored by my entire staff.
“Conjugal visits? Like a prison?” I frowned. “I suppose you have a good reason for this wild request? Do tell.”
Gloria continued. “As you know, our working hours are usually the times when couples would get around to having sex, for the purpose of starting families. Also, our teams are eighty percent female and of the age to begin thinking of starting their family. Although the staff is paid well for working the unusual hours, it is a detriment to their family life.”
My company is called Second Shift Sales, LLC. We are an independent sales agency, working for U.S.-based companies looking to sell their products in Asian markets. The company is paid a sliding scale rate which is based on sales. Our employees do not get an individual commission, but a flat rate salary (experience-based) plus a generous shift differential. Top-notch benefits and insurance, a bonus based on the sliding scale the company is paid, and two company excursions, yearly. Due to the nature of the work and the language skills required, turnover is a detriment to the entire company, so I see that their financial needs are met as best I can. I have a staff of thirty-six outstanding multilingual sales agents. Most of them, specialize in Asian languages. Twenty-eight women and eight men. All shapes, sizes, and colors of the rainbow.
My other two managers are a married couple, Marlene, and Donovan. A handsome interracial couple, both are extraordinarily talented and awesome at their jobs. They are both marathoners and are in impressive shape.
Marlene spoke up. “Most days, we get home at 11 p.m. or later. Our team’s husbands are usually already in bed by then and while they have mornings free, the spouses are at work during the week.”
Donovan chimed in. “That doesn’t leave time for a whole lot of … well, you know. Marlene and I have been trying to get pregnant for a while.” He smiled abashedly.
He had a solid point. My wife Donna and I are thirty-four and have been trying to start a family for a couple of years.
“Listen, I see your point, but this is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of. I just don’t think that sort of thing is appropriate at work. Let’s find another alternative.”
I felt bad for them, I really did, but if the press ever got wind of a company letting their employees have sex on the premises during their dinner breaks, it would be a fiasco.
“Hey, gang. Why the long faces?” my wife Donna asked cheerily as she walked into my office. Donna works from home and because of that, we decided to be a one-vehicle couple. You know, carbon footprint and all that. She drops me off and picks me up on days she needs the car.
Donna had her raincoat on and was shaking a wet umbrella. “Grab your umbrella folks. It’s raining to beat the band out there.”
Gloria looked at me again. “Are you sure, Kurt?”
I met her eyes. “Yeah, pretty sure. I’ll think about it some more, but I doubt I’ll change my mind.”
My managers filed out of my office quietly, heading home for the day. Donna closed the door behind them. “Everything okay?”
I looked around for my laptop bag, “Yeah, just a weird request from the staff.”
“Good.” Donna purred. I noted the change in her tone a second before I heard her lock my office door. Looking up, I suddenly noticed something I failed to see when she walked in. Beneath her raincoat, she was wearing dark stockings and the high heels she refers to as her “fuck-me pumps”. The ones she only wears for me.
Seeing that she had my full attention, she stepped toward me and unbuckled the belt of her jacket, before undoing each button slowly. “I hope you had no plans for this evening baby. Because your dance card is full.”
Donna took another step toward me and opened her coat. Beneath it, she wore only a garter belt, stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties. Her full breasts hung free. As wives go, I’m punching WAY over my weight class. If you’ve ever heard the legend where the captain of the chess club gets the prom queen, you’re looking at it. I found one of the few hotties in the world that were more attracted to brains than biceps. Donna’s parents had immigrated from Brazil. She has a golden skin tone, with thick dark hair and hazel eyes. Other guys would give up a limb for what I have, and I know it.
My brain, impressive from the standpoint of IQ, is shit when it comes to finding cool, sexy things to say in such circumstances.
“Holy smokes.” Was the best I could come up with.
Donna smiled broadly. “Mmhmm. Let me fill you in on our plans for tonight. First, I’m going to suck your cock right here in your office, until you are nice and hard for me. And then I’m going to ride your cock until you fill me up with your cum.”
She took another two steps toward me in that leg-over-leg way that makes my brain short out. My heart pounded wildly. “Then, we’re gonna go home and fuck like animals until we have no energy left.”
She rounded the corner of my desk and laid her hands on my chest. “I’m horny and ovulating. You are going to make me cum my brains out and put a baby in me. Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded like my head was on a loose hinge.
Grinning, she leaned in to kiss me, before sinking to her knees. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my boxers down, before pushing me back into my chair.
The moment I felt her first breath on my cock, I was at full attention.
“Mmm. How lovely.” She said before sliding her head down on me. As her warm, wet mouth enveloped my length an all-over body shiver raced down my body.
Donna pulled back and smiled. “I love it when you do that. It’s so sexy knowing that I affect you so much.”
I leaned my head back and moaned. “Affect me? Oh, baby, that is the understatement of the year.”
With a contented sigh, she lowered her mouth down over my cock again and began lightly sucking. She slid her mouth up and down on my cock, over and over, stopping occasionally to lick the precum off my cockhead.”
She stopped and stood, caressing my cheek. “You taste so good.” She pointed to the chairs my managers had just vacated. Unlike my office chair, they had no arms and were much better for what she had in mind. “You should be over there pretty quick, handsome.”
I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, before moving across the room. Donna was right behind me. “Mmm. You left your socks on. How kinky.” She giggled.
I sat down and she stood before me. Spreading her legs, she reached down and rubbed her hairless pussy, which was deliciously at my eye level. “I am so wet for you.” She reached toward me with glistening fingers. “Would you like a taste?”
I nodded and stuck out my tongue, mouth open wide. Grinning, she slid her fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them happily. “I hope you enjoy this because you are gonna be spending a lot of time with your face between my legs tonight.”
I grinned. “I can’t wait.”
Donna straddled my lap and lowered herself down. She took hold of my cock and guided it into her hot, wet pussy. We moaned together as she sank down on me. She wrapped her hands behind my head and leaned back. I leaned down to take her hard nipple in my mouth.
“Oh yes. Suck on my fat nipples. That makes me … ohh … just … ohh.” She moaned.
Donna began flexing her knees, sliding up and down on my cock. We moaned into one another’s mouths as she kissed me. Finally, she was ready for the home stretch and began fucking me hard and fast, her tits bouncing deliciously in front of me. I always try to hold off and try to make it last longer, but I always fail. At last, I moaned loudly as my orgasm built to an eruption.
“Yes! That’s it, sweetie, fill me up with your love. Put a baby in me! BREED ME!” Donna screamed.
It wasn’t the first time she’d used the phrase “breed me”. She knew how I fucking loved it! I shot off deep inside her, moaning loudly as I pushed her hips down onto my lap. ‘Oh baby, it feels so good,” I groaned. I fired into her over and over until I leaned into her chest, breathing heavily.
Donna held me. “That’s my good man. I can feel it deep inside me. A great start to the night.” Donna whispered into my ear.
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We cleaned up a bit and dressed. When we stepped out of my office, we were shocked to find my managers all sitting in some office chairs staring at us. Donovan gave us a slow clap. “Very hot, you two.”
Marlene giggled. “Her shoes gave it away …, sweetie.”
Gloria stood and glared at me. “So. Sex at work isn’t appropriate, is it?” She crossed her arms, and I knew I no longer had the high ground.
I looked down at the carpet. “Well shit.” Donna looked at me, mystified.
I met Gloria’s gaze, resigned. “Okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. But fair warning, I’m gonna have a mile of rules.”
Marlene jumped to her feet. “Woohoo!” She and Donovan began dancing toward the door.
Gloria walked up and hugged me. “You won’t regret this. I promise. I’ll see to everything.”
Donna looked at us incredulously. “What the hell is going on!”
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The next day was Friday, and the office was already buzzing. Good news travels fast. Sexy good news, even faster.
I cut the teams loose an hour early and I sat down with my managers afterward on the sales floor. We talked and drank the last of the coffee.
Donovan smiled broadly at me, stirring half-and-half into his coffee. “So how was your evening boss? You look kinda tired.”
I smiled back,” Thanks to you three, I had a lot of explaining to do on the way home. But otherwise, it was a tremendous night.”
Marlene smiled. “Us too. We were so wound up from listening to you two that we umm …” She laughed brightly.
I looked at Gloria. “I’m sure a great deal of thought has been put into this. Let’s hear it.”
Gloria cleared her throat and began. “Right. This isn’t something we just thought up yesterday. So … we’ve been getting requests for rotating nights off, for this sort of thing, for a while. And as managers, we batted around some options, but this one, as crazy as it sounds makes the most sense for the business as well as the employees.”
Her eyes shifted to her co-managers, and back to me. “So, we propose redecorating a room …”
“Which room?”
Donovan spoke up. “Umm… Conference Room B.
Gloria continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “Outfitting it with soundproofing, dimmable lighting, a big bed, and perhaps some additional equipment in the interest of the room’s intended purpose.”
I grinned. “Additional equipment? Like a St. Andrews cross, whips, and restraints?”
Gloria smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
Our building had originally been a regional office for a local bank that had long since gone the way of the dodo. After that, it had been the home to a couple of cold-call magazines and make-up telemarketing ventures. I was able to purchase it at a fair price and convert it for our needs with very little difficulty. The single-level building has five offices, and a large sales floor, broken up into cubicles that our team is free to personalize to their individual tastes. It gives the place a homey feel that we all enjoy. We also have two conference rooms. A big one we use for team meetings and conference calls and a small one that is mostly storage and home to two terribly underused treadmills. The small one is Conference Room B.
Marlene chimed in. “Employees will have access to the room from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. They are allowed one hour, once a week at a maximum, based on the number of folks signed up. They are to bring their own sheets and any other items they require, within reason. They will be encouraged to spend forty-five minutes with their partner, and the last fifteen minutes cleaning the room. The company will provide the cleaning supplies.
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll insist that the room remain locked when not in use. Get it re-keyed so that there are two keys. One for the person using it and a master for Gloria. The housekeeping company that cleans in the mornings must NEVER get a look in there. This is gonna have to be a Fight Club-level secret.”
Gloria nodded. “Agreed.”
We all sat back mulling over the idea. “Okay. I suppose I’m being asked to pay for this?” I looked at my managers intently.
Marlene giggled. “Well, you do get to use it too.” Marlene was a genuine pleasure to work around. As well as being a beautiful black woman, her smile and radiant personality were infectious, making everyone around her feel better. The contrast to her blue-eyed, blonde husband was attention-grabbing.
I laughed. I didn’t really have a dog in this fight. Unlike most of my employees, Donna works from home, so she is able to work my hours and we have more time for … you know. Donna is a software developer who speaks Japanese and Korean, as well as her native Portuguese.
Donovan spoke up. “I have personally polled our teams. It is the team’s request that we use the money set aside for our yearly excursions.”
I hadn’t thought of that. Twice a year I provide a day excursion for the teams. Skiing, deep-sea fishing, a clam bake on the beach, white water rafting. That kind of thing. They are hugely popular events and enjoyed by even our most introverted employees. The fact that they were willing to forgo them this year spoke volumes.
I sat back and looked at my team. “You know this is insane right? A total nightmare if this gets out.” They nodded their heads.
I held up my index finger. “And, if this becomes too much of a distraction to the team, we have to shut it down. The success or failure of this venture depends on them; their discipline, and discretion.”
Gloria stood, straightened, and thrust her impressive chest forward. Looking me in the eye, she grinned. “I’ll take care of it.”
I grinned back. “I know you will.”
April
Construction of this sex room proved to be quite a challenge. We hired different contractors for different stages of the project. One company removed the windows, framed them in, added the soundproofing material beneath a second layer of drywall, and painted the room. Another did the floors, ripping out the old carpet and laying down laminate flooring. Electrical, lighting, HVAC, custom bed, etc. It quickly ate up every bit of the money planned for the day trips. I covered the cost of the bed myself after Donna suggested it, but let’s keep that between us, okay?
Gloria followed me into the finished room. “What do you think?”
The room was a couple’s dream, to be sure. A king-size upholstered mattress on a welded steel frame, bolted to the floor, occupied the middle of the room. No squeaks. A pair of high-end wedge pillows, two big washable bean bags, and a sex swing attached to an eyebolt tapped directly into a steel beam. Big mirrors in one corner. Foldable floor mats like the ones you used in gym class. Dimmable lights and programable colored LED tubes in the cornices ran around the room.
I shrugged. “Looks like fun. But will the staff be able to maintain their professional discipline while this is going on?”
Gloria gave me a stern look. “I’ve called a meeting for tomorrow morning. Would you be a dear, Kurt, and be late to work tomorrow so that I can address the troops without the general looking over us?”
I smiled and snapped a salute. “You got it, Colonel.”
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Donna was wide-eyed when she first saw the room and gasped when she saw the swing and its associated harnesses. She whirled at me.
“Where’s the fucking sign-up sheet?”
I smiled. “Gloria has it.” She’d have dashed off until I showed her my key. “We can use it after working hours any night we want. Tonight?”
Her mind was going in a million directions at once. “Tonight? Yes, wait, no. No, I’m not prepared. I have to prepare.” She ran up and hugged me tightly. “Oh, we are gonna be sooo bad in there.” She met my eyes. “You should probably take some extra vitamins tomorrow and I want you to eat pineapple for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”
With a delighted giggle, she turned and headed back toward my office, leaving me grinning like a mad fool as I watched her glorious peach-shaped ass disappear around the corner.
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May
I’d had my doubts, but I was very happy they were unfounded. The day we created the signup sheet, it was booked solid for six weeks. By popular demand we added another hour to each day, making the availability from 5 p.m. to 9 p.m. At first, there was a little giggling and sexy comments as the spouses came through, usually looking a bit embarrassed. But after a while, it was just part of the routine. It seemed like my Fight Club comment from our early discussions has gotten around because Conference Room B has been unofficially dubbed the Fuck Club amongst its most frequent members. And of course, no one talks about Fuck Club.
At first, a few of the ladies came dressed a little more provocatively than usual on their Fuck Club days, which was a little distracting. Gloria put the kibosh on that pretty quickly, while suggesting that what they wore beneath their clothes was no one’s business but theirs. Shoes can be changed at the last minute.
The room was a hit and folks generally obeyed the rules. The soundproofing was pretty effective. Except with Clarise. Our pretty little demure Clarise became a complete screamer when her husband was hitting the right spot. We didn’t know his name when he came in, but an hour later, we all knew Walt and when he was hitting the right spot.
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September
The atmosphere was joyous on our little sales floor. Three of our team members have gotten pregnant. My manager Marlene, Toby’s wife Arlene, and thank goodness, our screamer Clarise. As much as I was not looking forward to losing people to maternity or paternity leaves, our sales were up a miraculous, twelve percent since Conference Room B opened for business. We’ve added one new employee since its inauguration, and we played that really close to the vest until Gloria got a good feel for the type of person she was. When they let her in on it, she was originally taken aback until Gloria explained it and Marlene showed off the little baby bump that had been created there. So far, so good.
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December
Christmas lights glittered through my office window. I smiled, reflecting on the week, as I readied to leave for the night. Another pregnant sales agent this week brought our total to six. I’ve had to move all the stuff from the fifth office, which, I’d filled with the stuff from Conference Room B to a shed out back. Which I had to buy. Why, you ask? Because the ladies needed a room for the planning of baby showers, during their breaks. First, they needed a room to make the babies and then a room for the planning of them, thereafter. What’s next? A daycare? It made my head hurt.
I opened my desk drawer to get my wallet and personal phone and was surprised to find a blue flash drive with our company logo on it, lying on my wallet. Only my managers use blue ones, everyone else, white. Written on it in black Sharpie were the words, PLAY ME. I had a memory flash of the potion, DRINK ME, and cake, EAT ME from Alice in Wonderland.
I slid the flash drive into my laptop and opened the drive. There was a single video file on it.
MERRY_CHRISTMAS_KURT.mp4
Tentatively, I clicked on it. My video player opened, and it showed a view of the bed in Conference Room B. The lights were undimmed. From the right, Gloria stepped into the frame. My jaw dropped. She was wearing only a matching bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings, with a pair of red strap heels that matched the rest of the outfit.
“Merry Christmas Kurt.”
From the left, Marlene entered the frame. She was dressed in a green baby doll negligee, that was entirely sheer, and two-inch heels with Christmas bells dangling from them. She looked a little nervous. Her hand absently caressed her four-month-pregnant belly. She smiled.
“Yes, Merry Christmas boss.”
Gloria spoke up again. “I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell is going on here …”
“Hey, babe.” My wife Gloria walked in smiling broadly. Startled, I popped the pause button on my keyboard.
I waved her over, “C’mere, c’mere!”
Puzzled, she walked over, and I shoved my chair back so she could step between me and the desk. Looking down at my laptop screen her mouth fell open. “What the hell?” She looked at me incredulously.
“I’ve no idea.”
I backed up the video and restarted it.
“Merry Christmas Kurt.”
“Yes, Merry Christmas boss.”
“I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell is going on here …”
“Your fucking A right, I am,” Donna growled.
Gloria continued on the screen. “My fellow managers and I would like to thank you for your support and patronage of our little Fuck Club. The extraordinary risk you are taking in doing so has not gone unappreciated. So, we wondered how to thank you.”
Marlene chimed in. “If you weren’t married, it would be a no-brainer. We’d just drag you to Conference Room B and fuck your brains out.” She seemed a bit more confident now.
“But we know you’d never cheat on Donna, and we wouldn’t ever tempt you to do so, because we love her too.”
From behind the ladies to the right, Donovan slid onto his knees on the bed. Aside from a red and white Santa hat, he was entirely nude and his fit body gleamed with some sort of oil. Like his wife, his pubic area was neatly trimmed.
Donna settled back to sit on the arm of my chair. “Oh. Oh my.”
Donovan smiled. “So, they are going to fuck you, Kurt, by proxy. Using me. We are going to fuck here for you,” and with a grin, he added, “and Donna too. The entire time we are fucking, these gorgeous ladies will be moaning your name and your name only.”
My heart was beating like a triphammer. I felt sweat bead on my forehead.
“Holy shit,” Donna exclaimed.
“Y-yeah.”
The time for talking appeared to be done. Gloria settled back on the mound of pillows that had been added to the bed, spreading her legs. Marlene got on her knees and crawled between them. Donovan did likewise at Gloria’s side, rolling the cups of her bra down, exposing the glorious big breasts that I have been fantasizing about for years. He settled down to suck on her right nipple while squeezing her other tit with his right hand. Gloria’s hand slipped down around Donovan’s hardening cock, stroking it to its full glory.
Marlene reached up and slid Gloria’s silky red panties down before settling her lovely mouth down on her glistening pussy.
Gloria looked into the camera. “Kurt, it might interest you to know that the three of us started like this just after Marlene got pregnant. They invited me over for a dinner celebration.”
Gloria’s other hand slid down into Marlene’s beautiful curls and her eyes closed. “We had a little too much to drink, started talking about our escapades in Conference Room B, and …” Gloria moaned. “And one thing led to, oh …, another.”
Donovan released his hold on Gloria’s nipple and rose to a kneeling position. With a wicked smile, Gloria slid down to take his cock in her mouth. He looked into the camera. “This MILF seduced my wife right in front of me, is what happened. One minute we’re talking about sex, the next minute Marlene is on her knees lapping at Donna’s pussy, just like she’s doing now.”
Donna pulled back and moaned. “Oh Kurt, she’s so fucking good at it too.” Her hand stroked his wet shaft before returning it to her mouth.
Donovan’s head fell back, and his eyes closed as she began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. “Oh Donna, that feels so good.” He moaned.
Hearing him call her name, my wife moaned deep in her chest. I leaned forward to slide my hand up her skirt. She looked at me briefly and inhaled deeply. She was just as enthralled as I was.
“Kurt! I want you to fuck me now. Please fuck me.” Gloria wailed.
As Marlene moved off the bed and off-screen, Gloria slid off the pillows. Donovan eyed her wet sloppy pussy hungrily. Just as his impressive cock found her wet hole, my fingers found my wife’s pussy. It was just dripping wet. I slid my fingers out and tasted them.
“Mmm, such a dirty girl.” I returned my hand to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her. She hugged my head into her right breast and moaned lustily.
On the screen, Donovan was thrusting wildly into Gloria’s mature pussy.
“Oh Kurt, you feel so good. It’s stretching me. Your cock is the best.” Gloria wailed.
Not a man alive doesn’t love to hear that, even if it isn’t actually your cock. Donna looked down and saw my erection straining at my zipper. I held her fast though, hugging her body to me as my fingers pistoned into her cunt, over and over. I wet the pad of my thumb and began to rub her clit every time I slid back into her.
She began moaning in my ear. “Oh baby, it’s so hot, it’s so hot.” Sweat was beading up on her face.
On the laptop, Marlene had reentered the frame, wearing a strap-on cock beneath her lovely baby belly. She smiled broadly at the camera.
As Donovan slid his cock out of Gloria, my wife moaned. “Oh, my God.”
Marlene slid up onto the bed and Gloria saw what was coming. “Oh yes, please Kurt.” Gloria turned over onto her hands and knees.
Marlene slid up behind her as Donovan moved toward Gloria’s face. Marlene spoke up.
“This is her favorite thing in the world, Kurt. Our pretty Gloria loves to suck a hard cock while she’s being fucked from behind. She cums sooo hard. Don’t you baby?”
Gloria nodded wildly as Donovan’s cock slid into her mouth.
When Marlene’s fake cock slid into Gloria’s snatch, my wife’s thighs clamped down on my hand. I felt her juices soak my hand as she came, with a shudder and a deep moan.
While Donna caught her breath, Donovan was thrusting deeply into Gloria’s mouth, moaning my wife’s name. Marlene had her feet dug in behind her and was fucking Gloria’s slippery pussy with everything she had. The wet squelching sounds they made were picked up well by the camera’s microphone. Gloria moaned wonderfully around her mouthful.
Donna stood and undressed quickly. I rose and pulled my pants down. I also turned my chair about thirty degrees as my big office chair isn’t on wheels. Donna started sliding her ass back against my cock, her right hand rubbing her clit briskly.
As we watched Gloria get spit roasted on the screen, Donna squirmed back and slid my cock inside her pussy. The new angle of the chair allowed us both to see the computer screen. She was so warm and slick and tight. She moaned as we hit our full stroke. Reverse cowgirl isn’t something we do often. We enjoy seeing each other’s faces. She leaned back and I reached around to grope at her gorgeous golden tits. I moaned in her ear and told her how good her pussy felt.
We continued for several minutes both on and off the screen, our bodies synchronized as we fucked, until Donovan leaned his head back and roared. “Oh, fuck Donna, I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum right down your throat. Your hot fucking throat.” My wife shivered uncontrollably.
We watched Donovan’s orgasm roll through him as he held Gloria’s beautiful head, forcing her to take his load down her throat. After a half dozen thrusts, he collapsed onto the bed, and we heard Gloria take a great big breath.
Between gasps, she moaned. “Oh, fuck Kurt that was amazing. I love it when you hold my head.” It was at that moment Marlene renewed her assault from behind. Gloria grabbed the covers and began thrusting backward into Marlene’s thrusts.
“Yes, Kurt! That’s it, baby! Fuck me!”
I pushed Donna into a sitting position and slid down in my chair so that my ass hung off the edge of the cushion. From there I was able to thrust up into my wife as she straddled me. Apparently, like our pal Walt, I was hitting the spot, as Donna began moaning and swearing.
“Fuck yes, baby, that’s it, that’s the … oh it’s perfect … I’m gonna …”
Simultaneous orgasms are rare enough, but the moment I shot a geyser up into my wife’s sopping pussy, both Donna and Gloria came, screaming my name. A triple orgasm. A bucket list item for sure.
The five of us lay gasping for breath, holding one another. Donna turned and we slid back up on my chair. Sitting on my lap, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. She smiled and between breaths said, “Those three deserve a raise.”
On the screen, we heard Donovan say, “It’s your turn now Donna.”
To which Marlene replied, “Oh yeah. I’m gonna straddle your wife’s pretty face, Kurt. And then you’re gonna fuck me from behind while she licks my cunt. I’m way past ready.”
Donna reached over and hit the pause button on the video player. There were still twenty minutes left on the video.
Wrapping her arms around my neck again, she whispered. “We can watch the rest at home on the big screen while we celebrate.”
I smiled. “What are we celebrating babe?”
Her eyes filled with tears as she looked into my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
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I really enjoyed writing this. It was a lot of fun. I really try to come up with a different way of looking at an erotica subject or genre. I hope you enjoyed this and found it sexy. Wishing you a wonderful sexy night.
Rob