“What in hell are they doing downstairs?” Bonnie asked.
“Most likely the same as us.”
“Lester is fucking Raven Hardwood?”
“With a little help from Lucas.”
“Oh my god. They’ve wanted to do that ever since they turned eighteen.”
“You’re okay with it?” I asked.
“Of course. What woman wouldn’t want her husband to realize his dreams? And before you get all judgmental on me, I’m not a bit worried about him leaving me for her. Raven’s the kind of woman a man fucks once and then spends the rest of his life bragging about it to his buddies.”
“What type of woman are you?”
“The type that fucks a stranger for forty thousand and brags about it to her husband.”
Her description of their unusual marital philosophy was interrupted when we heard a yelp from Raven.
“Easy with those, asshole. They’re not punching bags.”
“She must be talking to Lucas,” Bonnie said. “He likes to squeeze a woman’s boobs. The bigger they are, the harder he squeezes. I’ve had to call him down a few times when he’s doing a threesome with Lester and me.”
We heard yet another noise from downstairs that sounded like furniture getting moved around. Unable to control her curiosity, Bonnie got off the bed and opened the door a couple of inches. She peeked outside and then, putting her finger to her lips, beckoned me to join her in the upstairs hallway.
The stairway to the second floor led to a small landing which overlooked the cathedral ceilinged living room. Crawling on her hands and knees, Bonnie positioned herself to discreetly observe the scene below. I followed close behind and leaned my body over hers so I could also get a view.
The two men had bent Raven over an ottoman which rested against the living room couch. Bonnie’s husband Lester was sitting on the couch with his legs spread and his cock buried in Raven’s throat. Lucas was crouching behind Raven with his shaft balls deep into Raven’s puss. The way they were pounding her from either end, you would think they were trying to meet in the middle.
The sight of her husband fucking Raven’s throat while his best friend and her part time lover was doing the same to Raven’s southern end brought Bonnie’s arousal level up a couple of notches. I don’t remember consciously shoving my inches between her pussy lips but, when the trio below shifted positions so that Lucas had better access to Raven’s boobs, I realized that my third leg was in a warm, wet, welcoming place.
There are occasions when lighting strikes twice in the same place and two people cum at the same time. But the chances of five people in the same house simultaneously screaming out in erotic release are astronomical. So, when Lester came down Raven’s throat, Lucas squirted a million “redneck wanna be’s” into her womb and I whitewashed Bonnie’s entire reproductive tract with highly intelligent swimmers, we had definitely beaten the odds. And when both Bonnie and Raven responded with all the telltale signs of a female orgasm… arched back, pointed toes, uncontrollable arm and leg tremors… not to mention my all-time favorite… “My God I’m Cumming”… I knew I had witnessed a once in a millennia event.
Mrs. Bancroft often said that simultaneous orgasms were highly overrated.
“Your job is to eliminate the woman’s defenses by overwhelming her body with pleasure. Whether or not you enjoy the experience is immaterial.”
I had to respectfully disagree.