“Suck it,” Dorian suggested, his tone laced with urgency. Janie looked at me, then closed her eyes and simply sank her mouth onto his dick. I felt a thrill, seeing her mouth open so wide to accommodate his size, seeing his the lump in her throat as she popped him in, hearing his gasped “goddamn” as her lips worked towards his balls. My dick has rarely been harder, seeing my woman with this other man.
Almost in self-defense, I slide myself onto the comforter and pulled Wanda onto my face. I prefer cleanly shaven women, but her trimmed yet bushy snatch was intoxicating. My tongue found its way through the wiry hairs to her musky and slick spot, plunging recklessly into her depths. I was rewarded by a thick and steamy sap, full of anal creampie. Dinner!
I had to urge her to sit more heavily, to press onto my mouth, but she soon did my bidding. She found the angle that would help her ass form a gasket around my mouth (I suspect Janie gave her some directions), and smothered me with her swamp. She quickly learned to deny me fresh air until I was tongue-deep in her twat, my back arching to give me better leverage. I hate that submissive side of me that craves facesitting, but I love the anal creampie too.
When her knees ached enough to make her anal creampie desire a change, I was given a chance to get an update on Janie. She and Dorian were in a 69. Now that I could hear, I learned the air was being punctuated by her staccato gasps and squeals of pleasure. Then, her sounds became a deeper hum as she took his steely erection deep into her mouth and throat. My God, my baby was thrilling to watch!
“Fuck me,” I heard Wanda say. I turned to face her, finding that she was on her back, legs spread wide. I smiled and reached for the black satin purse we’d brought with us. It was a traveling kit, and I took from it a neon-yellow condom. Janie and I play safe with strangers.
I rolled it on, and soon was sinking into Wanda. Dorian took a cue from me, and urged Janie to roll onto her back. I felt my excitement rise as I saw his cock jutting out and I knew he would soon be balls-deep into my honey. I could almost feel her pleasure at being filled up before the anal creampie.
He positioned himself at her opening, and prepared to thrust in. Janie asked, “Are you wearing a condom?”
Sure enough he wasn’t, and he rose to find one. I popped out of his wife, and pulled one from our travel kit. “Here you go,” I said, tossing it to him.
I pushed back into Wanda, and I was struck by the thought that I had just helped a man to fuck my anal creampie fiancé. At that, my cum came boiling out of my cock and into the reservoir tip.