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Vegas Reunion, Part Three

Darrell, Linda and Anne conspire to test my boundaries.
“We should talk,” Linda said urgently.

I stood aside the doorway and invited her in to my and Anne’s hotel suite. Anne sat up in bed and stretched. It was close to 9:00 am. Linda’s quiet but frantic knocking on the door had awoken Anne from a deep vacation sleep. I, on the other hand, had already finished the newspaper and two cups of coffee by that time. It was the curse of my super-effective internal alarm clock.

Behind Linda I could hear the water running in the adjoining suite. “Darrell’s in the shower?” I asked.

“Yes,” Linda confirmed as she sat next to Anne on the edge of the bed, “so I don’t have much time.”

“What is it?” Anne asked with a concerned expression on her sleepy face.

“I thought I should tell you what Darrell said after we went back to our room last night,” Linda explained. “After the four of us had our . . . playtime together, I was still horny so I was sucking his cock back to life. He told me how hot it was to watch me and Anne go down on each other.”

“It was hot,” I interrupted. “What’s so concerning about that?”

“He said he could tell it wasn’t the first time we’d done it.”

“Oh,” mumbled Anne. “Did you admit it? Is he mad?”

“He’s not mad, and no, I didn’t admit it,” Linda confirmed. “But I didn’t deny it either. I just started fucking him and hoped he’d drop it.”

“Did he?”

“No,” Linda replied. “To make a long story short, he’s convinced we’ve had a threesome and now he wants to fuck Anne.”

Anne and I looked at each other in silence. As couples, the four of us had sex together twice, first on a nude beach in Spain last June and then the previous night during our Vegas getaway. But on both of those occasions Darrell and I stayed strictly with our own wives, and we’d never discussed swapping. Moreover, Linda, Anne and I had done our best to keep Darrell in the dark about our previous threesomes. He was either exceptionally astute or something of a psychic.

“What did you say?” Anne inquired.

“I wasn’t surprised,” Linda answered. “On the last night of our cruise, after we all got naked and sweaty on the nude beach, he said he wanted to go to your cabin and try to spark something. I talked him out of it, mainly because at that point I was hoping to get Anne to myself.”

“I’m not surprised either,” I said. “Yesterday when you two were in the pool, he came right out and told me he wanted to have sex with Anne.”

Anne turned towards Linda. “Are you OK with that? I swear I haven’t done anything to lead Darrell on.”

Linda laughed dismissively. “Other than fucking your husband right in front of him and licking my pussy?”

Anne realized how silly she’d sounded. “I guess you’re right. So, what do we do now?”

“When you think about it, swapping is really just the natural extension of what we did last night, and on that beach in Spain. It wouldn't bother me. Actually, I think it would be really hot.”

Linda paused to allow us to absorb the impact of what she said. Then she added, “So the real question is, are you two OK with it?”

Anne turned to me for my reaction. She knew that the idea would be hard for me to accept and she wanted to wait for my reply.

My head was positively spinning. This was becoming too real, too fast. "I don’t know,” I mumbled. Then I quickly added, “I’m sorry, I know I’m being hypocritical given what the three of us have done together, but the thought of Anne with another man . . . I just . . . I just don’t know.”

Anne started to say something, but Linda cut her off before she could begin. “I should let you talk about this alone,” she said. “But let me just say that I think you two are a great couple, not to mention great lovers. You’re clearly crazy about each other and the last thing I’d ever want to do is cause problems in your marriage. Darrell and I are up for this, but only if both of you are too. If we’ve reached your boundaries, that’s OK. There’s still tons of fun to be had doing what we did last night: two couples together, but still separate couples.”

Linda got up and kissed Anne and me on the cheek just as we heard Darrell turn off the shower next door. She padded back into her suite and closed the door that connected our two rooms.

“John, listen,” Anne began. “You know I love you more than anything. Nothing that ever happened with Darrell, or Linda, will ever change that.”

“So that means you want to do it?” I asked.

Anne didn’t answer directly. “Remember when we talked in private when Linda came to our house a few months ago? I told you that you didn’t need to worry about getting physical with her. I’m not jealous of her because it’s not emotional between the two of you. It’s just really hot sex. Believe me, it was a thrill to watch you fuck her, and to have her watch us.”

“But this is different,” I said. “Linda didn’t fly five hours to have sex with me. I was an afterthought. She wanted you. And now Darrell wants you too.”

“But it wouldn’t be emotional, at least not for me,” Anne explained. “You said before that you know men are attracted to me. There must be more to it than that.”

I exhaled deeply and took several moments searching for a response. I decided it was time to reveal my insecurity. “I’m worried that you’ll enjoy sex with him more than me.”

Anne tried unsuccessfully to stifle a smile. She knew how hard it was for me to admit that, yet she also couldn’t hide that she thought I was being foolish for feeling that way. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “You’re amazing to me, in and out of bed. You make me feel so desirable. That’s the best feeling a woman can have.”

“What do you mean?”

“John, we’ve been married for almost 18 years, yet you’re still all over me every chance you get. If I as much as sit close to you on the couch, you start to get hard.”

Anne was right. Being around her and not having sex was like torture to me. I wanted her constantly.

“That’s why sex with you is so great,” Anne continued. “You make me feel like the hottest woman on earth. I don’t need some lunkhead with a 12 inch cock who thinks he’s God’s gift to vaginas to make me have an orgasm.”

I smiled and clutched Anne's hand lovingly.

“And by the way,” she added, “you’ve got at least an inch on Darrell.”

I pinned Anne against the pillows and kissed her hard. I wasn’t sure she was right in her assessment of me compared to Darrell, but she knew that with men it’s always at least partially about dick size. She knew exactly what to say to reassure me.

“Thanks, but I’m still not sure about sharing you,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry about it,” Anne said. “Let’s just have fun today, and I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

**********

After a late brunch, Darrell, Linda, Anne and I spent most of the afternoon walking around the Vegas Strip. The women repeatedly dragged me and Darrell against our wills into different shops. It was a painfully dull afternoon. The stop at a lingerie store was even a downer because neither Anne nor Linda bought anything. I didn’t think it was possible to be as bored in Vegas as I was that afternoon.

Eventually, Anne and Linda took pity on me and Darrell and we agreed to split up for a while. Anne and Linda continued shopping while Darrell and I headed for a casino. We found two spots at a blackjack table with an attractive, young redheaded dealer and began to play.

The whole time we were alone together, Darrell and I didn’t talk about the previous night or what might happen later. Darrell didn’t know that Linda had broached the topic of swapping earlier that day, and I certainly wasn’t about to bring it up. Nonetheless, through hand after hand, I couldn’t get sex out of my mind. I imagined bending Anne over and fucking her from behind, but then somehow Darrell appeared in front of her and slipped his cock into her mouth. I forced that image out of my mind only to have it replaced by one of Darrell sliding his dick between Anne’s oiled up tits. On and on this went, the only constant being that no matter what scenario popped into my brain, Darrell’s cock ended up inside my wife’s pussy, mouth or ass.

“Looks like you’re all done,” the middle aged Asian dealer said to me. “Sorry.”

The dealer’s comment snapped me out of my trance. I had no idea how long we’d being playing or what happened to the redhead that was working the table when Darrell and I sat down. “What did you say?”

“You don’t have enough for the minimum bet,” he explained.

I had no idea how much money I’d lost, but I was acutely aware that my cock was straining against my pants. How could that be? In my mind, Darrell had been nailing Anne ever since we sat down.

Darrell said, “Come on, let’s go. We’re already late for meeting the girls.”

I followed Darrell out of the labyrinth of tables and slot machines. As I stared at the back of his head, I tried to justify my arousal to myself. I certainly couldn’t blame him for lusting after Anne; she was a knockout in every sense of the word. And Darrell truly was a fun guy. If I’d met him in university, I’m sure we would have been close friends. But close enough that I’d be turned on watching him fuck my wife? What was happening to me?

It was well past dinner time when we got back to our hotel. Anne and Linda were waiting for us in the lobby bar sipping drinks. At their feet were more shopping bags than I thought were possible for two people to carry. I expected them to be annoyed with us as we were almost 45 minutes late to meet them. Instead, they were clearly enjoying each other’s company and the effects of the alcohol. Darrell and I pulled up two chairs and ordered drinks as well.

“I can see you two made the most of your day,” I said, waiving to the sea of shopping bags surrounding the table.

Darrell looked at Anne and said, “You might have to return yours, though.”

“Why would I do that?” Anne quizzed.

“John was pretty unlucky at the blackjack table. You might not have enough money to get home,” Darrell joked.

“Uh oh,” Anne rolled her eyes at me. “How bad was it?”

“Bad,” I admitted. “But I don’t think we’ll have to hitch-hike to the airport tomorrow.”

“I’m glad,” Anne said, “because in one of those bags is something that I’m pretty sure you’ll want me to keep.”

“Oh?”

“We went back to the lingerie store after you went gambling. I think you’ll like what we bought.”

Darrell looked across the table at Linda. “You too?”

“Of course,” Linda answered. “Although we probably spent more than we should have given we don’t expect to be wearing them for long.”

Darrell grinned broadly. “Let’s see what you picked out,” he said, visually searching out the correct bag among those on the floor.

“Right here? Wouldn’t you rather see it on me?” Linda asked.

“OK, let’s go upstairs,” Darrell offered.

Linda turned to Anne. “I think these boys are asking for a fashion show,” she giggled.

Anne finished the last of her white wine. “Then let’s go,” she said.

Darrell and I left half of our beers on the table. All four of us grabbed some shopping bags and headed for the elevator.

When we reached our suites, Anne said, “Give me a few minutes to put these other things away, then we’ll come over.”

“I’ll open the connecting door for you,” Linda advised. “Don’t take too long.”

Inside our room Anne got busy putting her shopping bags inside drawers and closets, with the exception of one pink bag that she put by the door to Darrell and Linda’s room. Then she went into the bathroom and styled her long brown hair and reapplied her make-up. She came out looking ravishing.

Before Anne picked up the bag containing her new lingerie, she stopped and grabbed my hand. “We both know where this might be headed, right?” she asked.

“Same as last night, I’m sure,” I replied. Then after a brief pause I added, “Maybe farther this time.”

“Are you OK with that?”

“I’ve basically thought about nothing else all day,” I explained. “I think I’m OK.”

“You have to be more than ‘think’ you’re OK,” Anne said. “Listen, I’m not asking to fuck Darrell. He’s nice and all, but you’re the only man I need. We can still have lots of fun with them if you don’t want it to go any farther than it did last night.”

“You’re right; we can have lots of fun with them. But I think the more you and Linda fool around in front of us, and the more we have sex with Darrell and Linda right beside us, the harder it’s going to be to keep it strictly between the husbands and wives.”

“I’m sure you’re right about that, too,” Anne said. “So the question remains: are you OK? If not, maybe we should keep our distance, at least for tonight.”

“No, it's alright,” I said with more conviction than I actually felt. "I'm ready."

Anne hugged me tightly and kissed me on the lips. “Then let me go put on this new lingerie and we’ll see what happens.”

Anne picked up her sole remaining shopping bag and opened the door to Darrell and Linda’s suite. The two of them were sitting snuggly together on the couch. Darrell had his arm around Linda’s neck and his hand was resting on her left breast. They had the TV turned on and were watching porn. We already knew from our conversation with Linda that morning what she and Darrell had in mind. Now, with the offer of a lingerie fashion show and beautiful people fucking on the TV screen, it was obvious they were trying to stack the deck.

“We were starting to think you weren’t coming over,” Darrell said smiling, “so we put something on TV to pass the time.”

“Nice choice,” Anne complimented.

At that point, Linda noticed Anne’s freshly done hair and make-up. “Oh, Anne, you look terrific. I should have done the same while we waited for you.”

“Nonsense, you look great,” Anne replied.

“Hmph,” Linda grunted dismissively. “Come on, let’s go into the bedroom and change.”

“Just make sure you come back,” I joked.

“We will,” Linda promised. “But give us some time. I want to freshen up like Anne did.”

The women disappeared into the separate bedroom and I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Darrell to watch the TV. I thought that his choice of porn was no coincidence. On the screen, two gorgeous women knelt next to each other, each with a fat cock in her mouth. They sucked hungrily on the porn studs’ meat poles until they’d grown to an impressive length. Then the men switched places and the women eagerly got acquainted with the fresh cocks presented to their lips.

“Nice,” Darrell mumbled.

The scene continued for another 10 or 15 minutes with the four stars fucking and swapping and then fucking and swapping again. It ended with each guy cumming in a girl’s mouth and the girls kissing and licking each other’s sticky faces.

“You guys ready?” Anne called from the bedroom.

“More than you could possibly know,” Darrell called back.

Anne slid open the bedroom door to reveal herself and Linda standing in the doorway in identical sets of lingerie. They each wore a strapless red satin bustier with delicate black lace trim. The bustiers’ demi cups barely covered their dark nipples which were clearly visible through the sheer fabric anyway. Black garters were attached to the bottoms of the bustiers, and to them were fastened black fishnet stockings with lace tops that reached the middle of the women’s thighs. Black lace thongs accentuated by single red velvet bows on the front completed their ensembles. Although their hair, faces and bodies were obviously different, it was intensely erotic to see those two hot women dressed like twins in sexy underwear.

“Wow,” I said. “You two make a perfect set.”

Anne and Linda smiled brightly and pulled each other close to add to the double vision-like effect. Soon they were French kissing right in front of me and Darrell, each tongue exploring the other’s now familiar mouth. Linda’s hands gravitated to Anne’s boobs, just like I’d seen them do several times before. Anne moaned softly through their erotic kiss and kneaded the flesh of Linda’s bare ass cheeks.

Darrell whistled at them like a construction worker on a job site. “Perfect 10s,” he hooted. “If you’d have gotten some black stiletto heels to go with the lingerie, you’d be off the charts.”

“Who says we didn’t?” Linda smirked. She broke away from Anne’s embrace and quickly rifled through her shopping bags on the counter. Not finding her new shoes, she scowled at the bags and said to Anne, “Mine must be in the same bag with yours.” Linda then glided back to the front of the couch and resumed fondling Anne’s luscious tits through her bustier.

Anne threw her head back in delight as Linda lavished attention on her breasts. “John,” she moaned, “would you mind going back to our room to get our shoes? I think they’re in a grey bag.”

It was a hard scene to leave. Directly in front of me, my sexy wife was making out with another woman in exquisite, perfectly matching lingerie. Behind them on the TV, a curvy blonde was getting her pussy reamed by a monster cock and begging to be covered in cum. Nonetheless, I reluctantly pulled myself up off the couch and went next door in search of the elusive grey bag and its two sets of black high heels.

I frantically pulled open several drawers and the closet, but there was no grey bag to be found. Then from behind me I heard Linda’s sultry voice.

“That was unfair of Anne to ask you to be the search party,” she said.

“It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” Linda corrected. “You’re missing all the fun. That sexy little whore in the movie just got her tits showered with jizz. I know you love cumming on Anne’s titties. Too bad you didn’t get to see it.”

By that point Linda was standing right in front of me and I could smell her subtle perfume. My eyes wandered to her cleavage which looked simply delectable in her bustier. “Uh huh,” I mumbled.

“You know, Darrell had to start stroking his cock when the guy shot his load,” Linda advised. She slid her arms around my waist and pressed her lithe body against me. “Do you want your cock stroked, John?”

Suddenly my throat was very dry. “It’s getting hard already,” I croaked.

“Mmmm, I can tell. I can feel it against my stomach,” Linda purred. “In that case, I should probably just suck it.”

My search for the mysterious grey bag was instantly forgotten. Linda squatted in front of me and deftly pulled open my pants. My emancipated cock sprang out and slapped her cheek before she grabbed the shaft and guided me between her bright red lips. Linda’s warm mouth engulfing my rod felt indescribably good. She blew me like a total pro. Her mouth and hand worked my cock in perfect partnership, one lubricating generously with saliva and the other squeezing and tugging with the textbook amount of friction. Linda was making my cock swell and throb, and before long I started to feel lightheaded.

Linda popped my dick out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face, leaving her cheeks and chin wet and shiny. She gazed up into my eyes as she teased her own mouth with my meat. “Am I a good cocksucker?” she asked.

“Oh, God yes.”

“Tell me,” she demanded, and then she swallowed my cock again.

“I love you sucking my cock,” I mindlessly blurted. “I love watching you drool on it and seeing it bulge your cheeks. I can feel your tongue on the head and shaft. It’s so fucking good.”

Linda stood up and started kissing my neck. She raised herself up on her tip toes and whispered into my ear, “Will you lick my pussy, John? Please? My pussy’s on fire.”

I subconsciously glanced at the open door behind Linda which led back to the other suite. How long had Linda and I, and therefore Darrell and Anne, been alone? My cock had virtually assumed complete control of me, but my instincts screamed that the search for the grey bag had been a wild goose chase intended to separate me from Anne. As hot and ready as Linda was, I had to know what was happening next door.

“I want to taste you, badly,” I replied. “But we should go back to your room.”

Linda grabbed my hand and became very serious. “Are you sure? Why don't we stay here?”

“I’m sure,” I confirmed. “I think I know what’s happening in there, and we should be doing it together.”

Linda held my hand tightly as I walked towards the doorway. We entered the room together and I turned towards the couch where I’d last seen Darrell sitting. He was in the same spot, but now he was completely naked. Anne was straddling him, the head of his cock just inside her pussy. She had scooped her boobs out of the bustier’s cups and was feeding him her big tits.

I had never felt so conflicted in my life. My brain told me to jump across the room and punch Darrell in the face. Conversely, my twitching cock said that my wife about to take a strange dick was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

Anne turned towards me and Linda as we appeared, but she made no move to get off of Darrell’s lap. “Looks like all three of you can’t get enough of my boobs,” she giggled as she sank down on Darrell’s erection.

“Fuck yeah,” Darrell mumbled without letting Anne’s puffy nipples escape his lips.

Anne’s gaze then trailed down to where my iron hard cock pointed up at the ceiling. “Well, from the state John’s in, it looks like you two aren’t finished either,” she said.

“Nope, we’re just getting started,” Linda replied. “But John insisted on seeing what you were doing.”

“Really?” Anne questioned me.

“Really,” I confirmed. My arousal had decisively beaten my brain into submission. “But don’t mind us. Linda was giving me some amazing head next door, and I hope she’s not done.”

Linda promptly squatted in front of me and devoured my cock again. She picked up exactly where she left off on the other room, stroking the shaft with her hand as she took the head deeper and deeper down her throat. She occasionally stopped to tickle my balls with her tongue, but mostly she kept my dick firmly in the back of her mouth like the excellent cock sucker she was.

As good as Linda was making me feel, my eyes were riveted to Anne and Darrell on the couch. Anne had worked Darrell’s meat fully into her wet pussy so that only his balls were visible beneath her tight ass. Anne rocked slowly back and forth in Darrell’s lap, searching for the perfect spot. 

Darrell looked as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. He bucked from underneath trying to penetrate Anne deeper. His cock pistoned into Anne’s slippery hole and he grunted savagely with each exertion. Darrell simultaneously pawed at Anne’s succulent tits as they jiggled seductively in front of his face. He squeezed them together hard and kissed her taut nipples.

With her lips still stretched around my raging prick, Linda lifted her boobs out of her bustier and rubbed her own pointy nipples. Her back was to the action on the couch, but the sounds of Darrell and Anne fucking were like gasoline on her fire. Linda sucked my entire length into her mouth one more time and then demanded to be serviced. “Fuck, if someone doesn’t lick my pussy right now, I’m going to pass out!”

I would have been happy to oblige, but almost before I knew it Anne had jumped off Darrell’s lap and was helping Linda up from her knees. Anne then slid her hand into Linda’s thong and rubbed her wet slit.

“Too slow, boys,” Anne teased. “If either of you want a taste of this sweet pussy, you’re going to have to get in line.”

Anne guided Linda into the bedroom and Darrell and I followed like obedient puppies. Linda crawled onto the king size bed on her hands and knees with Anne standing behind her. Anne then peeled off Linda’s damp panties and gazed lustily at her neglected pussy. Anne grabbed Linda’s hips and planted a trail of kisses on each of Linda’s ass cheeks. Then Anne spread them apart and licked Linda’s dewy pussy from her clit all the way to her taint.

“Oh fuck,” Linda moaned as she finally got the attention she craved.

Anne lapped at Linda’s sopping slit with long, firm strokes of her tongue. “You taste so good,” Anne breathed. “I could eat your pussy all day long.”

“And I could let you,” Linda sighed. “But only if I get to taste yours too.”

In response, Anne leapt onto the bed and rolled onto her back. She then shimmied underneath Linda, who was still on all fours, to become the bottom of a scorching hot sixty-nine. The two women became a frenzy of tongues and fingers, a squirming pile of red satin and black lace. They sucked and probed each other’s trembling pussies and filled the room with delighted squeals that made my cock throb.

“Mmmm, lick that pussy,” Linda coaxed. “Stick your tongue deep in there. Yeah, fuck.”

Anne pressed her face so tightly against Linda’s mound that she couldn’t possibly breathe. When she finally needed air, Anne dropped her head back onto the mattress and replaced her tongue with two fingers in Linda’s steamy box. “I love the taste of your pussy,” Anne moaned. “It's so nice and wet for me.”

“Keep doing that,” Linda begged. “Make me cum on your pretty face.”

Anne relentlessly fingered Linda’s gooey fuck hole. At the same time, she clamped her mouth over Linda’s sensitive clit. The dual stimulation seemed to electrify Linda’s body and she trembled on top of Anne.

“Oh wow, fuck, wow,” panted Linda. “Keep going . . . almost there . . . oh fuck, yesssss!”

Darrell and I stood at the foot of the bed mindlessly stroking our engorged dicks as Linda climaxed. The intensity with which Anne and Linda tongue-fucked each other made me think that they’d have been just as happy if we weren’t there. Thankfully, as soon as that thought entered my head, Anne proved me wrong.

“I need a cock in me!” she exclaimed.

Linda lifted her head from between Anne’s legs. With her middle and index fingers, Linda spread Anne’s labia. “Look at that hot pink pussy, John,” Linda said. “Get over here and fuck your wife’s horny cunt.”

I shuffled around to the side of the bed where Linda was holding Anne’s smoldering snatch open for me. I couldn’t help but think about Darrell’s cock being there no more than 10 minutes earlier, but it didn’t matter. My wife wanted to get fucked, and I was going to reclaim her needy pussy. I knelt between Anne’s legs and fed my cock between Linda’s fingers and into Anne’s dripping box.

“Fuck yes,” Anne and I groaned together.

Meanwhile, Darrell was not about to stand there masturbating when his wife’s pussy was empty. He took up his position kneeling over Anne’s face and entered Linda from behind.

Linda and Anne maintained their sixty-nine as Darrell and I nailed them hard. They had a close up view of our steely cocks slamming in and out of their wet pussies while they licked each other's erect clits. At one point Linda pulled my cock out of Anne’s gaping pussy and sucked it clean before guiding it back inside. On the other side of the bed I noticed Darrell stop thrusting and I suspected Anne was sucking his cock clean too.

My suspicions were confirmed when Linda rolled off of Anne and onto her side. Anne’s head was tilted backwards and she had pulled Darrell’s rod down into her mouth. My sexy wife was taking a cock from both ends, a fact that wasn’t lost on Linda for a second.

“You greedy slut,” Linda laughed. “We’ve got two nice hard cocks here and you’re hogging them both!”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Anne mumbled, but she made no move to relinquish either one.

“All right, then I want to see you cum like you’ve never cum before,” Linda challenged. “Will you do that for me? Is it going to make you cum hard, being so full of dick?”

“God, yes.”

Linda knelt to Anne’s side. With her left hand, she rubbed Anne’s tits as they bounced on her chest in time with my thrusts. Linda’s other hand slid back down to Anne’s mound and diddled her swollen clit while I pounded her for all I was worth.

Anne was at the height of arousal as all three of her sexual partners stimulated her. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tremors in her vagina as it gripped my plunging cock.

“Ohhh, shit yes!” Anne bellowed. “Fuck, oh fuck, yes!” Then her legs snapped together trapping Linda’s fingers in her crotch. “Stop, stop for a second, I can’t take it anymore.”

I knew from experience that Anne would be hyper-sensitive after she came, so I pulled out to let her gently come back down from her orgasm. Darrell didn’t force anything either, but that may have been because Linda leaned over to start kissing Anne, thereby crowding out his dick.

Anne needed a quick breather, but my balls were near the boiling point and Linda’s ass in the air was too much to resist. Plus, it struck me that I hadn’t fucked Linda yet that night. I knew that Darrell didn’t care if I did and he already correctly assumed that I’d done it before. Still, the insecure part of me wanted him to see me do it. It wasn’t that I was upset he fucked Anne in front of me. Rather, in a perverse way I wanted to feel like we were even before the night was over.

I crawled up behind Linda, aimed my cock at her bald slit, and slid it effortlessly into her slippery hole. As I began to screw her, Linda rocked backwards to meet my driving cock. Her tight ass slapped violently against the front of my hips as we savagely fucked each other.

Darrell could only sit passively for so long. He flipped Anne over onto her stomach and then positioned her on her hands and knees, face to face with Linda. With one quick movement he was once again balls deep in Anne’s sweet pussy.

Darrell and I were mirror images fucking the other’s horny wife. We pummeled their hot, wet pussies equally hard until all four of us were moaning and panting like exhausted dogs. Anne and Linda tried kissing, but Darrell and I were jostling them around so much that it was virtually impossible for them to keep their lips together. Instead, they mostly ended up wildly licking each other's lips and chin. 

“I’m cumming,” Darrell growled. He whipped his cock out of Anne’s ravaged pussy and started jerking himself off. His dick erupted and shot thick cream all over the back of Anne’s bustier. The last several drops dripped onto her ass. Darrell then used his dick to smear it across her ass cheeks before collapsing on the bed in a sweaty heap.

With Darrell no longer of any use to her, Anne crawled forward like a cat until she was able to see my inflamed prick jackhammering Linda’s sopping cunt. “Does her pussy feel good?” she asked me.

“It’s so hot and wet,” I panted.

“It looks so nasty stretched around your fat cock,” Anne said. “That hot little pussy is going to make you cum, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, here it comes,” I announced.

“Do it in my mouth,” Anne gasped.

Anne’s words shocked me as she’d never let me do that to her before, but there was no time to dwell on them. She gobbled up my spurting dick the instant it vacated Linda’s pussy. Anne gagged on the first blast, but she didn’t stop jacking me into her mouth until she’d completely drained my balls of sperm.

Linda plopped down on her side and giggled. “Anne, I knew deep down you were a cum slut,” she teased. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

Anne swallowed and licked her sticky lips. “It’s fucking great.” She then looked at me and added, “Better late than never, right?”

Indeed.

**********

Soon after, Anne and I were alone in our bed after saying goodnight to Darrell and Linda and thanking them for being part of one of the wildest nights of our lives.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said.

“What, swallowed your cum?”

“Yeah. From the first time you went down on me when we were in university, you said it was something you’d never do.”

Anne was pleased with herself and smiled broadly. “Since we met Darrell and Linda, we’ve done lots of things I thought we’d never do.”

“What changed your mind?” I asked.

“I asked Linda about it today while we were shopping,” Anne answered. “After watching her swallow Darrell’s load last night and lick your cum out of my pussy the night before, I started to have second thoughts.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She told me she didn’t like it much at first, but she said once you let a man cum in your mouth, you can make him do anything you want.”

“You could make me do anything you wanted before that,” I admitted.

“Like watching Darrell fuck me?”

“Yup, even watching Darrell fuck you.”

“The four of us are so hot together,” Anne commented. “But I don’t want us to become swingers.”

I was puzzled. “What do you mean? Aren’t we already?”

“No, I mean foursomes . . . swapping . . . I only want to do it with them,” Anne explained.

“Agreed,” I said. “Although, based on your enthusiasm for eating pussy, if you ever wanted to find another woman to bring home, I’d be OK to just watch.”

“I’m sure you would,” Anne laughed.

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