The morning sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting golden patterns across the tangled sheets where Hope and Shelly lay entwined. Hope stirred first, her body a symphony of pleasant aches and satisfied exhaustion. She blinked open her eyes to find Shelly already watching her, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Morning, beautiful," Shelly murmured, her voice still husky from sleep and passion.

Hope stretched languidly, her skin tingling where it brushed against Shelly's.

"I can't believe I fell asleep like this. I thought I'd be too wired to sleep at all."

Shelly traced a finger along Hope's collarbone.

"You wore yourself out. In the best possible way."

She leaned in for a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened as memories of the night flooded back.

They were still kissing when they heard the soft creak of the bedroom door. Rob stood there, a tray balanced in his hands, his eyes dark with desire as he watched them.

"Thought you girls might be hungry," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Hope and Shelly reluctantly pulled apart as Rob entered, setting the tray on the bed between them. Freshly scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and a carafe of coffee filled the air with mouthwatering aromas.

"You made breakfast?" Hope asked, her heart swelling at the sight.

Rob sat on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to stroke Hope's cheek.

"I wanted to take care of my girls after such an incredible night." His gaze moved between them, filled with such profound love it made Hope's eyes sting. "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," Hope breathed, reaching for his hand. "Better than I've ever felt."

Shelly nodded in agreement, taking a sip of coffee.

"Hope was a natural. I've never seen anyone blossom so beautifully."

Rob's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

"I've been waiting for this moment for years. To see my wife fully embrace her lust, her sexuality..." He leaned in to kiss Hope's forehead. "You're radiant this morning."

Hope blushed, suddenly self-conscious despite everything they'd shared.

"I don't know how to thank you both. For being so patient with me. For guiding me."

Shelly reached across the tray to take Hope's hand.

"You don't need to thank us. This is about you, about your pleasure, your discovery. We're just honored to be part of it."

Rob poured them each more coffee.

"So... what would you like to explore next?"

Hope's heart raced at the question. She'd been thinking about it all night, even in her dreams.

"I've been thinking about Emma," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "How she kissed me so boldly at the party. I'd like to... explore that more."

Shelly's eyes sparkled with understanding.

"Emma's a wonderful woman. She has such a playful energy."

"And Ryan?" Rob asked, his voice carefully neutral.

Hope met his gaze.

"I want to taste him again. I want to feel his cum in my mouth, down my throat." She swallowed, emboldened by their acceptance.

Shelly, noticing the shift in mood, suggested, "Why don't we invite Emma and Ryan over for a game night? Just the six of us. We could play something fun and light, like 'Boundary Ballet.' It's a game where everyone can participate at their comfort level. It might be a great way to ease into things."

Hope's eyes lit up at the idea.

"That sounds perfect. A casual evening where we can all get to know each other better without any pressure."

Shelly smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on Hope's arm.

"And who knows? Maybe by the end of the night, you'll feel ready to explore a little more with Emma and Ryan, and maybe even Matt. But only if you want to, of course."

Hope took a deep breath, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She looked at Rob, her eyes searching for his reaction.

"Rob, I do think I'm ready to explore with other men. But only if you're okay with it. I just don't think I'm ready for penetration yet."

Rob met her gaze, his expression thoughtful.

"Hope, I want you to feel comfortable and safe. If exploring with others is something you want, and you're sure it's what you need, then I support you. But let's take it slow, okay? We can set boundaries together."

Shelly, who had been quietly listening, interjected with a warm smile.

"That's a brave step, Hope. And Rob, your support is wonderful. It's important to remember that communication and consent are key in any exploration. Why don't we plan a low-pressure evening where you can ease into things? Maybe start with some light touching or kissing, and see how you both feel."

Hope nodded, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"That sounds good. I think I'd like to start with something simple, to see how it feels."

Rob agreed, "Yes, let's take it one step at a time. We can always stop if either of us feels uncomfortable."

Shelly continued, "We can also discuss safe words and boundaries beforehand. It's important that everyone feels respected and comfortable. Remember, there's no rush. The goal is to explore and enjoy, not to push any boundaries you're not ready for."

Hope hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Shelly, I don't want things to get awkward with Matt. We've all been friends for so long, and I value our friendship. I want to make sure everyone is on the same page and that we can navigate this without any tension."

Shelly reached out and gave Hope a reassuring hug.

"Hope, we understand. Matt and I are committed to making this a positive experience for all of us. We'll ensure that our friendship remains strong and that everyone feels supported. Communication is key, and we'll make sure to address any concerns along the way."

As the conversation wound down, Hope felt a newfound sense of determination. She was ready to embark on this journey, hand in hand with Rob, and she trusted that they would navigate it together, respecting each other's comfort zones and growing stronger as a couple.

**** Rob's point of view.

The big night arrived, and Matt and Shelly were once again perfect hosts. Since everyone knew each other already, the conversations flowed easily. Matt was the helpful bartender, and Shelly was the conversation queen. Ryan still seemed a bit shy, and Emma was mercilessly teasing me. At one point, Hope even brought it up to Shelly.

“Looks like Emma has it bad for my husband,” she said playfully.

“Who’s to blame her. He’s a stud. That kiss he gave me last weekend still has me swooning.”

Everyone nibbled and sipped until Matt announced it was time to start the game. Shelly directed everyone to the living room. Hope and I were on the couch with Matt and Shelly, while Emma and Ryan sat on the love seat. There was a large coffee table between them for drinks. Matt had selected a bottle of Jamaican rum for us all to share during the game to help loosen things up. I noticed that Hope and Shelly were holding hands, still feeling affectionate toward each other from their date night the weekend prior. The passion I witnessed during that evening is forever etched in my mind.

Matt explained the rules of “Boundary Ballet”. Each wife is to sit on the lap of their husbands and spend a minute or two discussing their personal boundaries for the night. Shelly had already prearranged with Hope that she would have the same boundaries as Hope, so she didn’t feel any peer pressure.

Then, after the initial time, the wives would rotate one position and share with their new partner their boundaries. A timer is set, and every minute the ladies move. After the first round, the time is changed to two minutes, and the rotation continues with a catch. Each rotation, everyone loses an article of clothing, and everyone takes a shot of rum. After five rounds, the timer is changed to five minutes, and a minute is added each round. Matt ended his instructions with the next step.

“Ok, so the first step is for each lady to sit on her husband's lap for a couple of minutes, and discuss their expectations of the evening?”

For the couples, that was a simple shift in position. Hope hopped up on my lap and asked nervously.

"Where do you think this is headed?" she asked.

"Only as far as you want it to."

"Where do you think we should draw the lines?" she asked, nibbling on Rob’s ear to lighten the mood.

"Any limits on the hands?" I asked her.

"I guess not," she said softly.

"Any limits on your magnificent tits?”

She giggled, "What is it about you men, and a set of nice firm tits?"

"Natural tits," I added.

"Ok, firm natural tits. What's up with that?"

"Why not ask why the sun shines, why a wolf howls at the moon, why birds migrate in winter? It's in our nature."

She was still giggling, and she said softly, "OK, I think there's pretty much no limit on these babies."

"Any limits on our mouths?" I asked, wondering where her perceived limits really were. With her recent oral fixation, I half expected her answer.

"Not if you don't mind," she said finally.

"I don't mind. I'm thinking I'd kind of like to see that."

"Really?" she asked, cautiously.

"Really. And if you do it, I expect to have a good view." Rob told her.

She blushed, which was pretty. "I think I can manage that."

I reached between her legs and caressed her, making her moan.

"How about this?"

"Nothing bigger than a finger except for you," she said quickly.

"OK, I guess that's settled," I said.

"Is it? What about this thing?" she said, rubbing my cock through my pants.

"I'll go by your rules."

"But what if Emma or Shelly doesn't have the same rules? Are you going to disappoint them?" she asked.

"I think they can survive," I told her.

She was quiet for a moment.

"What if I don't mind?" she finally asked.

Rob was a little stunned, "Huh?"

"If they want to go further than me, I don't mind. Like you, I even think I'd kind of like to see it," Hope said slowly.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me spell it out for you. If Emma is willing to let you stick that inside of her, I think you should." She continued, looking me in the eye. "I'd like to hear her squeal."

"And Shelly?"

"As far as she wants to take it."

Rob closed his eyes and thought about it.

"I don't know, Hope. If we go down that road, their husbands might expect the same."

"I'll deal with it. I'm sure I can find ways to get their mind off of that." 

As if to prove her point, she slid off of my lap with a sly grin, her fingers deftly working my belt. 

“Let me show you what I mean,” she murmured, lowering herself until her lips brushed the straining fabric of my pants.

“I think Emma will appreciate the… preview.”

After a few more seconds, there was a chirp from Matt’s preset alarm.

"Ok, Ladies. How about if you all move clockwise, and tell your new partner where you think the evening should go?" Matt smiled, looking directly at Hope, eager to play.

No more eager than Shelly it seemed, who was climbing into my lap so quickly that Hope barely had time to get out of the way.

I looked at this beautiful lady who pulled off her top, perched on my lap sideways. Her legs extended toward her husband, my hard-on pressed against her hip. I held her easily, one arm around her back, one arm around her waist, just enjoying feeling her, seeing her naked flesh so close. Then she leaned back, almost stretched out, using the couch arm as a backrest. She looked incredible, with all her substantial charms in easy reach.

"Did you hear us?" she asked me.

"Sorry, not a word. Can I kiss you?"

“You did that already once, and I’m still thinking about it.”

I didn't answer; she just leaned forward a little, and I bent down, allowing our lips to meet. We exchanged a long, ardent kiss.

As we pulled apart, I asked the $64,000 question. "Do you want to tell me about your limits, or should I just find out on my own?"

"Full penetration is off limits, just like Hope. That's it," she said. "That and we can't leave this area."

She smiled, sat up a little, and kissed me softly. She then ran her hands down her body in an extremely sexy way.

"It's all yours, your own playground," she smiled as she lay back against the couch arm. "I'll tell you now, make it worthwhile."

I let my hand slowly caress her torso, and finally move up to her tit, and gave it a squeeze.

"You know, that's a pretty tempting offer." I leaned down and kissed her again, loving the taste of her. "I wonder if Matt has plans for keeping us moving around the table. How much time do you think we have?"

“I don’t care about the timer,” she purred, her hand sliding between us to grasp me firmly. “Take your time. Devour me. If I have to move, I’ll come back hungrier than ever.” 

She arched against me, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t think I’m not imagining what I’d let you do if these weren’t the rules… but where’s the fun without a little anticipation?”

She stretched, her arms extending above her head, her legs tensing, then separating slightly. Her back arched, pushing her tits to the sky. Then she relaxed, opening up her upper body for me.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I put my mouth to good use, leaning forward and taking her tits in my hands, squeezing them, and taking turns licking her nipples and watching them swell. I was nibbling on one when I heard the chiming of an alarm. My hand had just reached down to the 'V' of her legs. Damn it!

"I think it's time to switch," Matt said, then I watched him take his watch off and adjust it, then lay it back on the table. He definitely did have a plan.

Emma waited patiently for her seat to open up, and then she was climbing into my lap, wrapping her arms around me. "Ready for me, tiger?"

"What do you think?" I asked her with a smile. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to remove another article of clothing?”

Emma stood, a wicked gleam in her eye. 

“This slow strip is killing the mood,” she declared, and with a fluid motion, she shed her dress like a second skin. 

“Who’s joining me?” The room held its breath, then Shelly laughed, unclasping her pants. 

“When you’re right, you’re right.” 

One by one, we all followed until we were all completely naked. The air hummed with newfound hunger.

After sitting back down, she repositioned herself on my lap.

"I think you've been very patient and should be rewarded," she said, squeezing my hardness.

"So what should I know about your limits?" I asked her.

She gave me a huge smile and then leaned and whispered in my ear. "My ass is off limits to your friend here." She emphasized the 'friend' with a squeeze of my manhood. "Other than that, I'm yours until that stupid alarm goes off again."

It was everything I'd hoped for, and more than I'd dared to dream.

"Ryan is cool with that?"

“Ryan isn’t just cool with it,” she breathed, her nails digging lightly into my thigh. “He’s been begging to watch you ruin me.” She nipped my earlobe. “He wants to see me cum on your cock. We shouldn't disappoint him. He is my husband after all." 

She then asked a little more timidly, "Is that going to be OK with Hope?"

"She mentioned being OK with it, but I will make sure," I told her.

She closed her eyes, and I saw her shiver.

"Thank God! I was so afraid that we'd have to stop short." 

She looked over at my wife, who had Matt's face buried in her tits already.

"I'm going to have to thank her properly when this is over."

"I'm hoping this is never over," I told her, hugging her tightly and kissing her warmly.

She squirmed in my arms,

"I want to see what Shelly looks like on Ryan," she giggled, turning in my lap and facing away. I had one hand on her tit, and the other one caressing her delightful pussy, my fingers teasing her entrance, separating the lips without penetrating. I looked over her shoulder to see Shelly on Ryan's lap, and he was almost invisible beneath her. She was pulling his face against her chest and looking around to see what was going on behind her. I kissed and nibbled on Emma's neck and ear, getting her squirming, while I played with her body in full view of everybody present.

I was sorry to hear that alarm go off, but I knew that the constant switching and teasing would make the whole thing that more incredible. That Matt was a slick one. I was going to have to have Hope thank him properly when this was over.

Hope took no time at all to get what she wanted. She pulled me down the couch a bit and then straddled me, taking me inside of her. I slid in easily and gasped at the relief. 

"Fuck. I needed that," she said as she bottomed out on my cock.

"Having fun?" she asked.

"Yes. And you?"

"Oh yeah," she gave me a wiggle. "What are their rules?"

"Shelly said no penetration, matching your boundary," I told her.

"I kind of figured," she laughed, "and Emma?"

"The sky's the limit," I told her.

"Fuck! Say that again, it made my pussy jump," she hissed, clinging to me.

"I'll be fucking her until she screams before the night is over," I told her. "I'm going to stick this cock so far inside of her that I'm going to have her speaking in tongues."

"Jesus," she moaned, moving up and down on my cock, openly fucking me in front of her friends. I looked around and saw our hosts watching.

"Don't look now, but Ryan and Emma are both looking so see what I've got in store for her in a little while," I told her.

"Oh God, that is so damned hot." She settled deep onto my cock, then lifted all the way up, and slowly took it again. 

"So what are your plans for these boys?" I asked her.

"The world's best, most extended blow jobs," she said, her voice a mix of confidence and awe at her own daring.

"I want to savor every one of them. Learn what makes each one different." She moved against him, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made him groan. "I want to taste Ryan again. And I really, really want to taste Matt."

A wicked grin spread across her face.

"And if they can't keep up? Well, I've become very good at encouragement."

Rob’s breath hitched. "So you're planning on collecting quite a few loads tonight?"

"Planning?" She laughed, "I'm not leaving this room until I've swallowed every last drop they have to give me."

She stilled for a moment, her body a warm, perfect weight on his. Her gaze turned to Shelly, who had Matt's cock in her mouth and was going to be joining me soon.

"I'll bet Shelly will want to suck your cock just to take me…" Her voice dropped to a husky, intimate whisper that was for him alone. "...I want you to remind her how my pussy tasted last weekend. I want her to know what we taste like together."

A slow, possessive smile touched her lips. "And I'll definitely be waiting to give you a fresh reminder when she's done."

The alarm chimed, cutting through the thick, hungry air. Hope groaned, her hips stilling for a heartbeat. 

“Typical,” she whispered against his lips. “Right when things were getting interesting.”

"We'll see," I told her, watching her take a small sip of the rum before moving on. She went straight to her knees in front of Ryan. No doubt about what she was planning.

She wasn't in a hurry to get to the main course. Instead, she leaned her cheek against my thigh and looked up at me, smelling Hope on my cock, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"You know," she murmured, her voice a low, confidential hum, "I couldn't stop thinking about Hope's taste all week. The way she came on my tongue last weekend... god, Rob. She's a revelation."

A groan rumbled in my chest.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm," she affirmed, nuzzling gently.

"Sweet and sharp all at once. Like sin and salvation." She let out a soft, wicked laugh. "I've been craving another taste ever since."

"Lucky for you, she's left you some," I managed to say, my voice thick. Shelly's grin was pure devilment.

"Oh, I saw that happening. That's part of why I rushed over here. Plus, I couldn't wait to finally suck this cock of yours."

Finally, she began her work, licking and teasing me with her hands, lips, and tongue, without taking me into her mouth. She took her time cleaning any trace of my wife off my hardness, savoring it, humming her appreciation against my skin. I looked around and watched the other guys relish being on the receiving end of a blow-job from their friend's wives, while their own spouses went to work with their hands and mouths elsewhere.

I watched my wife blow Ryan, taking his entire cock in her mouth repeatedly, while he groaned his appreciation. He looked so young, until you saw that angry red cock of his pointing up, loaded for bear. I swear it looked like she was corrupting a neighborhood youth. I looked over at Matt, watching him scan the activity, gazing down at Emma's active mouth, then glancing over to see what Shelly was doing for me, before looking across the way to gaze on Hope's artful oral play.

Our eyes locked, and we both grew immense smiles. If he was jealous, it wasn't showing. I put up a hand for a high-five, and Matt’s palm met mine with a crack that echoed like a gunshot. The women froze, their eyes wide, until Shelly laughed, low and throaty. 

“Boys,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Always so competitive.”

Shelly’s eyes flicked up to Matt, her lips still wrapped around me. 

“Like the view, darling?” she purred, her tongue tracing a slow, wicked circle. “Or would you rather watch Rob fuck my throat until I choke?” 

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she took me deep, her throat working around me until tears gleamed in her eyes. When she pulled back, gasping, her voice was raw. 

“Still think you’re the only one who can make me gag?”

Matt just moaned as Shelly slowly sank her mouth over my length, taking me deep, pressing the head against the back of her throat. She pushed and pushed, taking even more of me, until she pulled away, gasping. 

"Was that what you wanted to see?"

"God, you look incredible," he moaned, holding Emma's head in his hands and pumping into her mouth.

After that, she started sucking me more aggressively, and I just relaxed and enjoyed her efforts at showing off for her husband. The alarm was almost welcome as I didn't want to get too excited too soon.

Emma didn't even get off her knees; she wriggled over and started kissing my thighs. 

"I swear this is the naughtiest thing I've ever done. I never even did anything like this in high school or college," she confessed.

"And the night's just starting." I reminded her.

"I feel so sexy, just going from cock to cock, filling my mouth with a different man's pulsing meat." 

She leaned over and sucked me deep, coming up for air, and licking my rod like a lollipop.

"Are you going to suck Ryan as well? Or try something different?"

I asked her, marveling that such a pretty girl was so happy to have my cock in her mouth.

"I think I'll just keep sucking around the table until somebody pops!" she laughed.

"Would you like some help with Ryan? Maybe Hope could help you. I'm sure Ryan would love to see you sharing his cock with somebody else."

She giggled, and then she was climbing up in my lap, giving me a big, sloppy kiss. 

"Do you think she would?"

"I do."

"God, that would be great!" 

She turned sideways on the couch, her rear-end raised high and almost in Matt's face, while she went after my cock from a different angle. I was able to play with her tit in this position, and when she moaned, I looked over to see Matt with his hand in the cookie jar, fingering Emma, while my wife worked hard at encouraging him to fill her mouth with more than just his cock.

Ryan was staring at his young wife with unadulterated lust in his eyes, while she had her smooth pussy rubbed and her mouth stretched wide. I looked over at Matt, and he saw me watching. He smiled, then leaned over and put his mouth where his hand was.

"Oh God!" Emma cried out, pulling off my cock just long enough to express herself before going after my cock with even more determination.

Matt suddenly leaned back on the couch, echoing her cry, as my wife accomplished one of her many goals for the evening. The alarm went off again, and I almost wanted to throw that damn watch against the wall. I wasn't alone.

"GOD, NOT NOW!" Matt cried out, while my wife sucked him dry. The alarm shrilled, slicing through the room’s heavy rhythm. Matt’s roar was half agony, half fury.

“I’m going to smash that damn thing!” 

Emma collapsed against my leg, laughing breathlessly. 

“Saved by the bell… this time.” She pressed a kiss to my knee before swaying to her feet. “But I’m not done with you.”

Emma climbed off of me, quivering.

"I need a drink," she said, then headed to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water.

Hope, in the meantime, came over to me and, wiping her mouth with a big, slutty gesture.

Her eyes gleamed as she traced my jaw with a sticky-sweet finger. 

“One down,” she purred, “and so many more to go.” 

Her hand slid lower, squeezing gently. “But don’t worry, I will save the best for you.”

There appeared to be a short break all around, with Matt regaining his composure, while his wife sat down next to him, toying with his semi-hard rod. Hope sat on the arm of the couch, enjoying her own accomplishment. 

"I'm sorry you didn't have a better view, but Emma was kind of in the way," she told me softly. "I can't fault her; that pretty little slit of hers up in his face was the extra incentive he needed. I'll try to make sure you get a really good view of the next one."

I started passing a bottle of rum, taking a quick sip, and then said to her softly.

"When we start up again, you want to help Emma get Ryan off?"

She looked surprised.

"Really?"

"Sound like fun?" I asked her.

"We're going to blow his mind," she laughed mischievously.

"I was thinking of something a little lower."

"And what will you be doing, sitting all alone?" she asked.

"I think I'll do to Shelly what Matt did for Emma."

"Just remember everything I taught you."

And teach me she had. Hope was not afraid to let me know what she liked and didn't like.

Matt was playing with his damned watch.

"Add another minute to the time?" he asked.

"Either that, or throw the damned thing out the window," I growled.

The general laughter made it clear I was expressing a common feeling.

"I'll take that for a yes, for now." He said, grinning. "I'll take the rest under consideration after another time around."

The girls were settling into their new positions. Hope stood next to Emma, in front of Ryan, and the girls put their arms around each other's waists. 

Hope leaned down and kissed Emma on the cheek, "We're going to drive him mad," she said, loud enough for all of us to hear, and Emma pulled her head down and kissed her on the lips. 

"How's this for a dream come true, Ryan?" she said, then kissed my wife again, their lips lingering, while each caressed the other's tits.

"Oh, Fuck," he groaned, settling low on the couch and spreading his legs wide, his hand gently, slowly stroking his cock. Suddenly, Ryan snatched the watch, his voice rough with need. 

“Two minutes extra.”

He shot Matt a wild grin.

Matt shook his head, laughing. “You’re a bastard.” 

“You started it,” Ryan shot back, already staring at the women as they embraced.

"Cheater!" Matt laughed.

Shelly was holding her husband, her hand idly caressing his slowly recovering cock. I leaned up against her from behind and tapped Matt, tearing his attention from the hellacious scene in front of him. 

"Would you mind sharing a little?" I asked, and when his startled look turned into another grin, I whispered to Shelly, "Did you see what Emma was doing?"

She scooted back and got on her hands and knees, raising her smooth, shaven pussy up to me. Her head went down to her husband's cock, while I started showing her just how much I loved the view from where I was positioned.

The only disadvantage was that I was the only one who couldn't see what was going on across the way. I settled for hearing it, while Ryan narrated his desires to the two beauties gobbling away at his very excited rod.

I took my time exploring and massaging Shelly's backside and slowly enjoyed opening her up and playing with her.

She was totally smooth, even after two days on the road. 

"Electrolysis?" I asked, between licks.

Matt answered proudly. 

"It took almost a year, but it was the best two grand I ever spent."

I licked inside her lips, my nose pressing up between her ass cheeks. I replaced my tongue with two fingers, diddling her. 

"I'll second that, she's incredible."

I opened her up and slowly started massaging around her clit while my fingers sought out her G-spot. There was little doubt she was enjoying the attention when I let my tongue tease her little brown star.

Shelly’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as my tongue found its rhythm. She arched her back, pushing herself harder against my mouth, and I felt her husband’s chuckle vibrate through her.

“She’s begging for it,” Matt murmured. "Her ass?" Matt asked, stroking her hair while she kept her mouth full.

"Uh-huh," I said, licking her back there with more determination, pushing the tip of my tongue into her.

"Thought I recognized that moan. She likes that," he said softly, closing his eyes and leaning back.

I knew I had plenty of time, so I played around with different things, stretching her lips out, using two, then three fingers in her, and massaging her clit, applying pressure from the sides. She really responded to being finger-fucked hard, and I switched to that, three fingers working the inside of her pussy feverishly while my tongue went back to stretching her back door enough to get the tip inside of her. I switched to a finger instead of my tongue, slowly working it inside of her.

When the alarm finally went off, it looked like Ryan had somehow survived the double onslaught. I grabbed Shelly by the hips and picked her up, placing her on the seat where I had been, legs wide open, and I got on my knees in front of her, ready to really work at getting her off. There was no break for the luscious Shelly, as my mouth went after her clit, and I let my tongue go wild on her, moving it fast and firmly and drawing her swollen clit out of hiding. She was breathing hard with her hand clutching my hair.

Ryan didn’t get much of a break either. His pretty little wife moved across the way to pleasure Matt, but that just gave Hope more room to work. I could hear her occasionally talking to him, begging him to come for her, asking him to come all over her tits.

"That's so good, Rob," Shelly moaned, her voice already fraying at the edges. "God, right there... My husband is right there watching you eat my pussy."

A fresh, wicked tremor went through her. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against my mouth.

"Lick your friend's wife," she gasped, the words a hot, desperate whisper. "Make his sweet, devoted Shelly come on another man's tongue. Let him see what a greedy slut I am for you."

Her confession sent a jolt straight through me. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue driving her relentlessly toward the edge she was so desperately chasing.

"Tell him," she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Tell Matt what you're doing to me..."

I lifted my head for just a second, my voice a low growl meant for both of them.

"She's dripping for me, Matt. Can you see how well she takes my mouth?"

Shelly cried out, a sharp, broken sound of pure ecstasy at the confession.

"Yes! Oh God, yes...Lick my cheating married pussy," she moaned, and I did my best to do exactly as she desired.

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue driving her relentlessly toward the edge she was so desperately chasing.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled against her wet flesh, my voice vibrating through her. "Pretending you're cheating on your husband right in front of him?"

"God, yes," she sobbed, her hips bucking wildly against my face. "I love it. It's so fucking hot. I love how he's watching you ruin me... I love being your secret, your dirty little secret he can't have... Fuck, Rob, he thinks I'm his good wife... but I'm cumming on your tongue... I'm yours right now..."

Shelly pulled her legs back, exposing herself even more to me, and I went at her with everything. I sucked her hard little clit, my lips curled into a tight 'O', the tip of my tongue worrying her little nub. My fingers were pounding her pussy, while one brazen finger tip searched out her ass again, slowly forcing its way inside of her. My jaw was starting to ache a little when I felt her tensing up.

"There, right there, don't stop," she gasped as the rough surface of my tongue owned her clit, and I had my fingers pumping in and out of her dripping slit. The middle finger of my other hand had achieved its goal, and I was pulling it just to the edge of her tight little butt-hole, and then sliding it back inside of her over and over again. She was moaning continuously, a series of deep, heavy breathing, long moans. 

Her thighs locked around my head like a vise, her hips bucking against my mouth as she cried out, a raw, broken sound that seemed to tear through the room. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck,” Her words dissolved into a guttural, shuddering cry as her orgasm finally ripped through her, her body seizing as she chanted a mix of my name and her husband's in a breathless, sinful prayer. Her words dissolved into a gasp, then a sob as I drank her down. I tasted every shudder, every pulse, until she went limp, her grip slackening. When she finally released me, I lifted my head, breathless. Shelly’s eyes were glazed, her lips parted. 

“I think you broke me,” she whispered, dragging me up for a kiss that tasted of rum and ruin.

I looked over to see where Emma was. She was bent over in front of my wife, playing with the cum that was splattered across Hope's chest, and feeding it to her, occasionally keeping some for herself. If Matt wasn't back to full staff after watching that, I don't know what could revive him.

“Sorry,” I rasped, wiping my chin with a grin for my first conquest, “Got… distracted.” 

Shelly’s laughter was hoarse, spent. 

“Worth every damn second.”

Shelly leaned forward and took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. 

"That was incredible." 

Then she staggered off the cushion, her legs barely working, and made her way over to Ryan, who I could now see was no longer hard, but still enjoying the show his wife and mine were putting on.

I watched Hope, who looked back at me, smiling like the cat that got the canary. She raised two fingers.

I caught my breath and had a drink of water before rejoining the crowd. Ryan was tending the rum bottle, and Matt was holding my wife in his lap, his hand between her legs, their faces together for an intimate kiss. I didn't need to worry about his recovery stamina; he was doing just fine.

As I stood, looking over my friends, Emma sidled up, wrapping her arms around me.

"Is it time?" she asked, hesitantly.

I picked her up by her hips and sat her on the arm of the couch, then spread her legs and stood between them. I leaned in and kissed her, while my hard-on pressed against her.

"I think it's time," I finally told her.

She trembled. "Now?"

I smiled, took my cock in my hand, and started rubbing it up and down her wet slit.

"Right now. I can't stand to wait any longer."

I pushed and felt her lips spread for me as the head disappeared inside of her. Her barely contained little whimper made me even more eager to have her.

I pushed a little further inside of her, running into her resistance as the thickness of my shaft pushed her wider than her comfort level. I leaned forward and hugged her. Then I kissed her hard.

"I'm going to fuck you now, beautiful, and it's not going to be gentle. You've teased me long enough."

She leaned back along the padded arm of the couch, a study in sexiness. Her pussy was still stuffed with almost half my cock, and it looked great, splitting her open. I lifted her legs, pushing them back until her shins almost bracketed her pretty face.

"Hold them," I told her.

She seemed nervous, her position precarious, and the arm that had been holding her steady slowly came off the couch and grabbed the back of her knee. I held her hips and started.

My cock was aching for release, and I was as hard as possible, and swollen as thick as I get. I've sometimes felt overly conscious about my penis. Although I stay big when flaccid, I don't seem to grow a whole lot longer. I mean, I'm as long as any guy present; I wasn't short shrifted in that department, but where other guys get a little wider, and a log longer, I'm the opposite. I get really thick. I think it looks weird, with this normal-sized head and the shaft just getting wider and wider behind it. I don't reach my full thickness until about halfway down the shaft.

I looked down at the pretty little girl spreading her legs for me, in front of her husband, my wife, and our dear friends. Her position left her completely exposed, with no doubt about what was happening to her. I pulled my cock out and started fucking her with the half that had already squeezed within her tightness, pushing just a little bit extra after each stroke. Slowly and steadily, she opened under my ministrations, and I watched my entire rod gradually disappear inside of her petite body.

She was a vocal little wench, and as I extended deeper and deeper inside of her, she started a litany of moans, groans, and comments, which only served to get me even further worked up.

She tried to give me guidance, moaning, asking me to take it easy, to take it slow, begging for gentleness, but I was beyond the ability to take it easy. 

I fucked her with long, firm strokes that opened her to my need, until I was able to slam my entire length into her, eliciting squeal after squeal from her. Holding her hips tightly, I fucked her hard, pounding her, and I watched her resistance change.

"Fuck me," she gasped, holding her legs tight, gasping. "Fuck me with that fat cock."

I looked around and saw that Matt and Hope were more intent on what I was doing than their own play. They had their hands in each other's laps and were leaning against each other, whispering. I smiled, blew her a kiss, and took to fucking my little toy even harder. Her movement under the hard pounding had her slipping on the arm of the couch.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her belly, and lay her back along the arm. I liked the height at which it put her; it fit me easily, without wearing my legs out. I slid my cock back home, from behind, and held her firm, sweet ass cheeks. I heard the alarm go off, and Ryan quickly snatched it up and shut it off. 

"Ignore that," he snapped. Then he climbed out of his seat and sat down on the couch right next to us. His face was only inches from hers. 

"You look amazing," he told her, leaning forward and kissing her. Then his hand was playing with her tit, while I used her hard.

I loved the feeling of being in her, but still wanted more.

"Ryan, put a couple of pillows on the coffee table, would you?" I asked him while drilling his wife.

He got up and put a seat cushion and a back cushion on the low table, completely covering it. Hope had moved the liquor bottles and other stuff out of the way, giving him a clean surface to work with.

I pulled Emma tight against me, entirely buried within her. I grabbed her hips tightly and stood, lifting her off the end of the couch, just hanging there in mid air, her arms and legs hanging down, her pussy firmly attached to my cock.

"Damn!" I heard Hope mutter.

I turned with her and brought her over the coffee table, where she reached down with her hands, and eventually her knees, and took the weight off of her hips and pussy.

Positioned on her hands and knees, she bowed her head, gasping, as I once more picked up the pace, fucking her hard in front of our audience. Matt and Hope had found a position where they could both watch the activity while she sucked on his rod to her heart's content.

I was enjoying this incredible little fuck immensely, and wanted it to last. I pulled out of her and sat her on the table so I could feed her my cock for a while, just to see it. I wanted to see her lick her juices off of me, then do her best to take my cock in her mouth.

As I fucked her face, I reminded her, "See where all that teasing gets you? Tease a man too far and he can't be responsible for his own actions." 

I held her face, using her mouth, letting her tongue do its job as she fully participated in the blowjob. She wrenched her head off my cock and attacked it with both hands and her mouth, working me hard.

I looked over at Shelly, who was wrapped around Ryan, stroking his cock for him, while he watched his wife of two years get taken.

"On your back," I told Emma, returning my attention to her.

She acceded quickly, and I opened her legs, leaning over her. 

"I'm going to fuck you until you come for our friends," I told her, easing the head of my cock back into her sweet tightness.

This position was a winner; I opened her legs wide and pounded her, leaning over and looking down into that beautiful face. I kissed her repeatedly, claiming her, my tongue filling her mouth possessively. As the fucking continued, and her excited moans got louder and more frequent, Shelly entered the picture, kneeling down beside her friend, and playing with her tits.

"God, you look so hot like that," I heard Shelly whisper, "taking all of him." 

She bent her head forward and took a hard little nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily. The sight was incredibly hot, but my eyes were drawn across the room, pulled by a sixth sense that the landscape of our entire agreement had just shifted. I looked over at Hope to see how she was taking all of this, and my breath hitched in my throat.

She was straddling Matt, facing me. Her back was arched, her face a beautiful mask of concentrated pleasure. And there was no mistaking it, the thick, steady rhythm of his hips, the way her body moved with his, Matt's stiff rod was buried deep inside my wife. My wife. The one whose most sacred boundary was this exact act. Our eyes locked. For a heartbeat, she looked utterly startled, caught, a deer in the headlights of my gaze. A flush of genuine embarrassment warmed her cheeks.

Then, something else flickered in her eyes: defiance, a spark of unapologetic hunger. She gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, as if to say, It happened. I can't stop it. I don't want to. Without breaking our gaze, she leaned forward, her movement causing a soft gasp to escape her lips, and slowly eased herself into position to occupy Emma's other tit, taking the nipple into her mouth with a soft moan that was muffled by flesh.

The simultaneous sensations, watching my wife being fucked by another man while she serviced Ryan's wife, was a sucker punch to my gut and a lightning bolt to my cock. The air crackled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, now louder, more frantic. I heard the grind of wood on wood as Matt, empowered, possessed, pushed the couch away from the wall with a forceful thrust of his own, giving himself the room to really screw my wife from behind.

The new angle was brutal, possessive, and Hope's embarrassed gaze finally shattered into closed-eyed ecstasy, her head falling back as she surrendered completely to the feeling of him taking what was mine. The sight should have felt like a violation. A breach of trust so profound it would curdle the air. Instead, a dark, startling heat flooded my veins.

That was my wife writhing on another man's cock, moaning around another woman's nipple, and the most treacherous part of me was rock-hard and proud of her audacity. A possessive growl tore from my throat, a sound I didn't even recognize. My gaze snapped back to Emma beneath me, but I wasn't really seeing her. I was seeing Hope's abandon.

My hands tightened on Emma's hips, and I drove into her with a new, raw intensity, a frantic need to reclaim some semblance of control, to mark, to own, to wipe the image away by losing myself in another.

"Look at them," I commanded Emma, my voice rough as gravel, making her a witness to my wife's sin and my complicity in it. "Look at my greedy wife."

Emma was going crazy by this point, all the attention and the extended fucking setting all her nerve endings on fire. I stood more erect, holding her legs in a wide V and watching her pussy getting stretched to the limit at the end of each stroke.

The first orgasm to explode from her came as no surprise, but the continuous, uninterrupted chain of quivering releases almost scared me. I started to slow down, but my wife grabbed my hand. "No," she said. "Fuck her harder." 

Hope met my gaze, her lips parted, her body moving in rhythm with Matt’s. There was no jealousy in her eyes, only fierce pride and a dark, thrilling hunger. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and mouthed a silent command that shot straight to my core:

“Ruin her.” A feral sound ripped from my throat. My wife’s order obliterated the last shred of my restraint. I wasn't making love to Emma anymore; I was waging a war of pleasure on my wife's behalf. I hauled Emma up, my grip brutal on her hips, and slammed into her with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. Each thrust was a punctuation mark to Hope's command. Ruin.

Her head tossed back, a silent scream on her lips as the relentless pace tore a second, more devastating orgasm from her, this one less a flutter, more a seismic rupture that left her trembling and begging incoherently. I never looked away from Hope. My wife. My commander. Watching her being claimed by another man while she commanded me to claim another woman was the most potent, confusing, and electrifying thing I had ever seen. And I gave her exactly what she wanted.

So I did as commanded, gripping her thighs just above her hips, and fucking the poor creature as fast and powerfully as I could. My hips were a blur, and my lower back was aching as she split the air with a huge scream, arching below me, and then settling back onto the table. It had pushed me to the very brink myself, and I finished with a series of long, full strokes, cuming inside the current object of my lust. I looked up at her pretty face. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she finally relaxed, for the moment unaware of her surroundings.

I collapsed back on the nearest couch, huffing and puffing like I'd run a marathon. Shelly released Emma’s nipple with a soft, wet pop, the sound startlingly intimate in the heavy air. She didn’t look at Emma. Her dark, knowing eyes were fixed on me, then flicked to where Hope was moving under Matt.

She moved next to me, her thigh pressing against mine, and reached for my cock. Her cool, elegant fingers wrapped around me, gently holding and tugging with just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp.

"Do you think you might have anything left for me?" she asked, her voice a soft, smoky whisper that promised ruin.

I motioned with my eyes over to the other side of the table and was greeted by a beautiful sight. Hope was on her hands and knees, taking Matt at one end, while Ryan filled her mouth at the other. She looked as happy as a clam. A well-stuffed clam.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, a low, continuous moan vibrating through her entire body, harmonizing with the slick, rhythmic sounds surrounding her. She was the very picture of decadent, abandoned pleasure, and the sight of it, combined with Shelly's expert touch, sent a fresh, surging wave of heat straight through my exhaustion. Guess I had a little more in the tank after all.

"I don't think Matt will mind if we bend our rules," she said, "especially since he started it." 

She leaned in and put her mouth on my cock.

"I won't be up to another session like that for a while, probably not for days," I warned her.

"Good. That's not what I want. I want to ride you into the sunset," she giggled. "Or into the dawn." 

She put her mouth back down to resuscitate my junior partner. I let her do her job while I watched my wife get spun like a top, her two partners switching openings. I almost laughed as I saw them 'high-five' over her. While my wife was blowing Matt, he reached down beside him where the stuff from the table was stacked, and took a swig from the rum, then passed it to Ryan, who did likewise.

Matt looked over and smiled at me, maybe feeling a little guilty knowing that Hope was in full violation of her original boundaries. 

"Just don't break her, OK?" He said to me while motioning to his wife.

He probably said it as an acknowledgement that I was about to violate Shelly’s boundary, so all was fair. 

I laughed, "I should say the same."

Matt reached over and caressed Shelly's ass, sliding down her crack.

"You're OK with this, right, baby?"

"I'll go along with whatever you want, do whatever you want."

Matt then returned his attention back to my wife and his cock down her throat.

"Look at them," I whispered to Shelly, who sat up and looked to the side. The image of my wife being assaulted from behind by Ryan's insistent pounding, while Matt just relaxed as Hope swallowed his cock, both men grinning from ear to ear, will stick with me for years.

Emma, on the other hand, just lay there where we left her, semi-catatonic. Shelly laughed.

"I thought it was just a saying, but I think you literally fucked her brains out."

"Let's give our spouses some privacy," I told her, "and I've got to do something about Emma, I'm feeling guilty."

I got up and carried Emma to the furthest bedroom, laying her down and leaning her against the outside wall, covering her with a sheet. She woke partially, moaning. 

"No more, please, no more." 

I bestowed a small kiss on her lips before I left for my new partner.

I went back to get Shelly, and almost died laughing when Hope tore into Ryan. "If you slip out of me and hit that other hole again, that will be the last time you get any part of me this! Jesus, even Rob doesn't do that!"

He paled, nodding frantically as she tightened her grip. “Sorry! Christ, you’re vicious.” 

“You have no idea,” she purred, before dragging him back into her rhythm.

He acted appropriately contrite, and I was quiet as I escorted Shelly back to the same bed I'd tucked Emma into. She hesitated.

"Why not the other bed?"

"I just thought I'd leave that one for the other three. Right now, I think we're paired up for the rest of the night."

My words turned out to be true. Shelly rode me for an eternity, and then we switched places, and I was happy to return the favor. She was able to get me to come before too long, but went right back to work getting me hard again for more mutual riding.

Emma’s little voice got my attention, as Shelly leaned back and admired her latest handiwork, a large, thick red hard-on, just looking for a place to call home.

"Jesus, Rob. Doesn't that thing EVER go down?"

I reached over and pulled her lips to mine.

"Not so long as you two are near me and unclothed."

Shelly mounted me again, looking for another orgasm in her long procession of passion eruptions.

Emma crawled closer.

"God, I ache all over, and I may never walk again," she moaned. She clutched my arm tightly, leaning her forehead against my temple.

"I swear," she said softly, "if you EVER do anything like that to me again..."

I waited, as did Shelly, who stopped her grinding for the moment. 

"Yes?" I finally asked.

"If you do...." she said softly, "I'll be ruined for other men, and you'll have to keep me for your own." 

She leaned in and kissed me with a growing passion, while Shelly switched from grinding to rocking.

I didn't fuck Emma any more that night, although Shelly did manage to squeeze another one out of me.

We got to watch the boys take my wife to the other bed and take turns tit-fucking her, and then alternating their use of her. Anytime they left her alone, she made for one of their cocks, her mouth working its wonders. I don't know when they finally gave up; I was long asleep by then. At some point, however, she made her way to the bed I was in because I woke up next to her. 

***

I woke to dawn light and Hope curled against my chest, her breath soft against my skin. She smelled of rum and Ryan and Matt, a night etched into her like a tattoo, her skin still warm and faintly salty. I didn’t ask how she got there. I just pulled her closer.

Hope stretched, her body humming with the echoes of the night. She turned to find me already awake,. 

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome,” she spoke hoarsely through a well-used throat. 

"Jesus! What a night!" Hope said as she rotated on the bed.

"To say the least. Did you get a final count?" I teased.

"Seven," she smiled, "and that last load took a lot of work."

"I’ll bet. How many did you swallow?" 

“All of them. I was still being a proper wife and not allowing any cum in my precious pussy,” she said, laughing.

“I do love the cum slut you have become. Any regrets?"

"None. You?"

"Just that I didn't get a turn with you," I told her, completely serious.

"The weekend's not over yet," she assured him.

“Well, I did learn one thing,” I said.

“Is it something like your wife can’t be trusted to follow the rules once the fucking starts?”

I chuckled.

"Well, that's one way to put it. But I think the real lesson is that sometimes the best experiences come from letting go of rigid boundaries and just feeling the moment."

Hope nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You're right. It was incredible to see how everyone opened up and enjoyed themselves. And it's not just about the physical pleasure, although that was amazing. It's about the emotional connection, the shared experience, and the way it brought us all closer together."

Hope leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her voice softened.

“It’s about the way we saw each other, raw, hungry, unashamed. It’s about the trust… and the thrill of being truly known.”

She kissed my shoulder, her lips lingering, a soft press of warmth against skin that still hummed from the memory of her touch.

“And I’d break every rule again to feel that.”