I gathered up all the foil containers and the plates from supper. I should have shopped for some kind of apron. That would be cute.

Cleanup was easy; I wiped down the dining table, swept the floor, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I reapplied a little lip gloss, and then just for a little extra, I rouged my nipples. Sort of an evening look. Then, it was back out to my guests.

Apparently while I was cleaning up, they brought the Talisker and the Midleton out on the terrace bar. Denny and Larry were sitting on the barstools. Jerry was at the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. Felipe was over at the patio table on his cell phone. As I was still in my pool heels, I walked down the pool stairs into the shallow end of the pool, then over to Jerry.

It was dark now, but I noticed that even the modest exposure of the afternoon left Jerry with a mild sunburn. I made a mental note to find some sunblock before morning. The water was only up to my thighs, and the challenge of walking in heels in water caused my breasts to sway even more than usual. Later on I would be checking myself obsessively to see if allowing them so much time outside the harness caused them to sag any more than they already did.

These are the things that I really concern myself with: Am I doing everything I can to make sure I am as fuckable as possible? Is there anything else that I can do to ensure that I am providing the most erotic, pleasurable, and exquisite experience possible? These men are allowing me the privilege to serve their needs and desires. What can I do to create the most rewarding and satisfying outcome?

Jerry watched me the whole time as I exited the suite, walked to the pool, down the stairs, and toward where he was. He seemed less shy this time. He was still in his boxers, but the fabric was clingy and transparent from being wet. I could watch his cock twitching and extending with each step. I made contact with his spread knees right at my waist height. Still encased in boxers, it created a very odd-looking tent in his lap. I played the coquette, looking innocently off into the night sky with an impish smile on my face as I freed his impressive erection. I had seen guys in pornos with cocks that big, but they never achieved that level of hardness. Jerry was tautly rigid, at about a 45-degree angle from his body. I returned my eyes to his gaze, lightly grazing the sensitive skin of his scrotum and especially the frenulum with my hands and nails. He was not circumcised, and it looked like the opening in his foreskin would not stretch enough to allow the head to pop through. 

I moved in closer to allow my breasts to surround his shaft while asking him about his life and interests. We chatted casually; he was telling me about some experience they all shared in college. I made a polite ‘excuse me,’ then went down to lick the first bit of pre-ejaculate that had formed. That was my opening to start licking and sucking, and it was an exciting experience to feel something that large and that hard in my mouth. I had to be so conscious of teeth for fear of causing an accidental injury. I licked it clean, then went down as far as I could without gagging. That is popular in porn flicks, but I think it takes away from the intimate, sensual nature of the act. 

I kept this up for a few minutes and then looked in his eyes. I could see the elated reaction.

I said simply, “May I?” in a breathy whisper as I stepped out of the water, placing one heeled foot on either side of his hips. I reached for a rolled-up towel with one hand as I guided him in with the other. I was lubed thoroughly on the inside, but the pool water had washed away my arousal on the outside. I made contact, glided him around, but with his size was not able to get him in far enough to spread it around outside. I passionately pressed my lips to his; I pushed down on his cock just far enough. The pain was both intense and exquisite, but I was able to get him far enough in where it allowed my natural lubricant to liberally coat his huge head. In just 2 to 3 strokes, I had him fully up inside me.

I reached down; there was maybe a two-finger space left over. I looked in his eyes with a self-satisfied smile, then began to slowly and sensually rock up and down. 

It was less than two minutes, and I felt myself beginning an orgasm. Predictably, I was distracted by another pair of hands on my back and another cock probing around. The newcomer was trying to gather a little bit of the lube off of my labia and Jerry’s shaft, then placed himself against my anus. This did cause a momentary distraction, but with my clitoris emerging from her hood and the angle, I was able to drag her along Jerry’s shaft. The other erection entering my backside thrust me into an immediate, hair-flying climax. I prefer the slower buildup, allowing the anticipation and the pleasure to increase in tandem, because those are the ones that I can ride nonstop for as long as I am being fucked. Still, the sudden ones that come on fast and end fast are always pleasurable.

I recognized the one in my ass without having to look. I have had Larry back there quite a few times. Fucking my ass is his favorite way to pay for the legal work he does for me. In truth, he knows that my ass is available regardless. He just likes the idea.

We repositioned a little; the guys handed me a couple of towels to put under my knees as well as one under Jerry’s head so he could lay back. I leaned forward a little, laying my breasts and torso on Jerry. This makes it easier for Larry to stay inside.

I could feel things begin to relax back there, always the antecedent towards an anal orgasm. Sometimes my butt could be finicky; occasionally if I cum really hard from anal sex, I have to stop, but as yet that has never happened during a DP.

I was really enjoying this a lot. Jerry had me stuffed so full in front, I could feel the stretching just enough with the exquisite pain of him bottoming out on my cervix. My arousal was building again, not so fast this time, and with more depth. Instead of my ass, it was my whole body experiencing the pleasure rush. Too quickly, I felt Larry quickening his thrusts. I dropped my head down to press my lips to Jerry’s mouth just as Larry began his throbbing, and I sensed the fluids being pumped into me. My moans peak into a scream stifled into Jerry’s lips. The next moment is cloudy in my memory; the thing I remember was feeling this rumble deep down. I felt like I was being impaled and thrashed about. Jerry pushed up into me hard. I was lifted off the ground with Larry still behind, firmly plugged in my ass. That rumble I felt was Larry spraying his lust deep inside.

I think the concrete of the pool deck was getting to Larry; he was only a moment or two lingering in the afterglow before he rolled off to the side. My hair was a mess all over. I reached to pull it out of our faces and swished my head around to get as much in place as possible. Jerry was still panting, looking slightly dazed, but when his eyes came back to mine, we shared a moment. He smiled at me in a gentle way, and I returned it. That is a moment captured, a secret between us that will always be cherished. It will be remembered as 'that time.'

I started to pull myself off Jerry, but his cock was still clinging inside. His erection had subsided, and we both felt it stretch as I pushed away a few inches. We both looked down to marvel and giggle until it finally released and flopped down. I looked at Larry; he was gawking at us like we were lunatics. I rolled over towards Larry and spread out a towel to recline on, hovered over his junk for a moment before taking him fully in my mouth. Larry was a vitamin freak, so his semen always had that metallic iron taste to it, but not overwhelmingly bad.

I licked him all over and cleaned him, then dabbed the corner of a towel in the pool to wet it and wipe off any residue. Jerry by that time had sat back up on the edge of the pool, so I slipped down into the water, still in my heels, and nestled once again between his legs. I gently pushed his chest so he would lean back just a bit, then proceeded to render him free of the stickiness we both so freely discharged only moments before. I was able to get under his foreskin to make sure that it was free of any residue. It's easy to roll the foreskin down, but I prefer to slip my tongue between the foreskin and the glans.

I know uncircumcised men have to be careful with keeping that area clean, so I like to provide any assistance I am able.

Looking back to the terrace bar, Denny and Felipe were both watching raptly while stroking their erections. Denny was poking out of his boxer briefs. Felipe had decided to forego the wearing of those ridiculous tighty-whities (thank you, Jesus!).

I smiled brightly at both of them. “Enjoy the show?”

They both chuckled, then Felipe said, “We were going to come join in, but Larry wanted to get in there first because he did not get a shot earlier. He said you would prefer not all at once.”

This is true. I have done some gang bangs, and they are fun, but I am more of a train girl. In groups like this, I will do them all together the first couple of times, but after that, I prefer just to do each guy alone. I want that connection, that intimacy. I want to focus on just him, look into his eyes, and read his expressions and body language. I want to respond to just him and let him know that he is my absolute and only focus in that moment.

So yeah, for the rest of the visit, I will enjoy them pulling a train on me. Until the last hour before it is time to check out. Usually they all want to have one last-minute go.

Not usually. Always.

I told them that I needed to call home and check in. I never assume that they will want to fuck some more, even though they always do. So I told them that I would be delighted to share some more erotic moments once I got to say goodnight to my kids and tell my husband that I loved and missed him.

I went into the master suite, got a towel to sit on as I was still a bit damp and leaking a bit, front and back. I closed and locked the door. Not for privacy so much. I just want to ensure no comments are accidentally overheard when I am conversing with the younger kids. My nudity is commonplace, and they are accustomed to me being naked in the presence of friends, family, co-workers, and visitors. Affection, touching, and caresses are common. Overt sexuality is not.

I dialed the house phone and picked up on the second ring. It was one of the kids, the three-year-old, telling me animatedly about her day. Sharing stories about Teletubbies and Rainbow Brite. Then it went to the older ones, one by one, and I started to tear up a little bit listening to the little tidbits of things that were of such importance to their sweet little hearts. After almost 30 minutes, they were finally out of stories to share and put their Daddy on the phone.

“Oh god, I am missing you so much,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion. It is the weird irony that whenever I do something like this, I feel such a deep love and appreciation for my life that it feels like I am drowning in joy. My voice cracks, and the love I feel for him becomes a whirlwind of emotion. I don’t think in an entire millennium I could find anyone that could understand me the way that he does.

There are so many guys out there that ‘wish’ they had a wife like me. Most of them are cuckolds, I guess, something that I could not really adapt to. But it takes a strong sense of self and a deeply rooted confidence to have a wife that is shared to the extent I am. The perfect thing is that his love and confidence in me is what keeps me grounded. I need to be tethered to something solid because it is so easy for me to become unmoored.

We talked about all the things couples talk about when they are apart. He filled me in on the kids and their day, what he made for supper, and all of the other little tidbits that make being parents the absolute joy it is. I filled him in on the generic details, just so he has an idea of what is going on. He does not press me for details, but I will share them and relive them with him after I get back home.

Since we were not all that far away, I would love for him to stop by while the guys were at the game because I missed his cock, but he already had plans to do stuff with the kids. I pouted over the phone, then told him in about a billion ways how awesome he was and how I totally worshipped and adored him.

Then we hung up. I wiped the damp from my eyes, then proceeded into the vanity to fix my face and hair. It had been in an elegant updo for the evening, but now I combed it out and let it fall naturally from my shoulders to my lower back. I pulled some purple lilacs out of the flower arrangement in the master suite and set them in my hair, then looked at myself in the mirror. I switched out the waterproof heels for these cute Jimmy Choo heels. The uppers were a black macrame with little fringe going around, like on an old-fashioned lampshade. My feet were encased in the macrame with a four-inch heel sole, so my pedicure and feet were teasingly exposed. I knew Jerry was going to like that.

I looked in the mirror and wished I had some sort of sheer wrap for around my hips. Then I remembered we were out boating the previous summer. I packed two sheer scarves in the inside lining pocket of the bag that I brought my shoes in. The wind never really got that bad on the boat, so I never took them out of the pocket. Maybe they were still there?

I opened the bag and unzipped the lining; there was the pouch. I pulled out the scarves. One was a sheer blue, the other was a tropical sunset in salmon pink and Caribbean blue. I tied the scarf around my waist. It gave me a little more length in appearance and made my legs look a little bit longer. I am one of those girls whose labia were tucked inside unless I was spread eagle on my back, which I like because I think it is a cleaner, more attractive look. My hood piercing was barely visible, and when I turned around, the slope of my ass kept the scarf from blocking the view of my cunt from behind.

I removed all the jewelry from my fingers and put on the opera gloves. The only rings I placed back on were my wedding bands.

Satisfied that I was as fuckable as I could get, I walked back out to my guests. They had turned on the terrace TV to some sports program, smoking their cigars and drinking their whiskey. I checked the bottles. The Balvenie and Redemption had not been touched. The Talisker and Midleton were still mostly full. Good, hopefully no whiskey dick tonight. I went to the kitchen and took out the cannoli and ground up some fresh beans for espresso. I also pulled out some sweetened ricotta and spread it on a tart crust, then laid out the strawberry, peach, and berry pieces along with a clear agave glaze. I managed to get them all out to the terrace without any accidents.

The guys gathered around, helping themselves to whatever they had a taste for. Larry and Denny balanced their plates on their laps as they maneuvered into the chaise. Felipe and Jerry opted for the table. They were all facing the big screen, but Felipe had to turn away from the table a bit to see the screen. I grabbed one of the cushions from the empty chair and placed it in front of Felipe. I sat with my head resting lightly on his inner thigh. Having seen him both fully erect and completely flaccid, I could see he was just a slight breath away from getting a full-on boner. If the other guys were as well, I could not tell. They had opted to put their skivvies back on. I am thinking Felipe may never wear underwear, or at least tighty whiteys, again.

Felipe went light on his dessert, perhaps feeling a little self-conscious about his paunchiness. He finished, then reached down to caress my cheek. I turned to him and smiled, lifting my eyebrows in a questioning look. He nodded his head, so I perched up a little closer and turned towards him. I asked him about the game, who was playing, etc. As he started to answer, I reached out with my tongue to caress his cock. I was rewarded with an immediate jerk, and to my ecstatic delight, was throbbing hard a moment later.

I reached my one arm over his thigh for balance, then with my other hand began to lightly graze his scrotum and ass cheeks with my nails. I was rewarded immediately with a shiver and his skin erupting in goose pimples, pushing the head of his cock along the roof of my mouth and into the top of my throat. As much as I love sucking cock, there are some cocks that do not fit comfortably in the mouth. That is just the way it is. It has never stopped me from orally satisfying anyone. I just need to get creative. I was considering my approaches when he kind of nudged me back, so I pulled away slightly.

He leaned over and whispered, “I am so dying to get you alone for just a little while; is that okay?”

It was so cute, his earnestness and hope plainly evident; I could barely stifle my amusement.

I stood, reached my hand out to Felipe, which he took as I pulled him to his feet. “Gentlemen, if you will excuse us, I have some needs that I need to fill, and Felipe has kindly consented to make the supreme sacrifice on your behalf. So, I shall be engaged for a little while, and I trust you will be able to see to yourselves while Felipe and I get better acquainted.”

It was like looking at deer in the headlights.

I reached over and grabbed Felipe’s fully throbbing erection.

"Unless, of course, you think you can handle this task more capably than I can?”

All three returned their focus to the game. I looked at Felipe.

“It ALWAYS happens like that. Go figure!”

I smiled at him, took his hand, and we walked to the master suite. Just before going through the French doors, I dropped the scarf that was around my hips.

“Don’t think I will be needing that.” I winked at Felipe, then closed the door as he passed.

Suddenly, I was picked up and gently carried to the bed. I was laid carefully flat. Kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, his mouth found my closest nipple and began to gently suckle and ever so gently chew. At the first sensation of his teeth putting an ever so slightly painful pinch, I felt this electric shock of arousal shoot through me.

I struggled to regain my composure. I needed to tell him something, but I was unable to form the words; my body was a riot of erotic sensation. I could feel my as-yet-untouched nipple tightening and crinkling, and an almost achy sensation in my pubic mound right behind my clitoris.

“Feleeeee,” I moaned.

As much as I tried, I could not get the rest of his name out.

“Fellllllllllll… unnnnnnnnn!”

His right hand was massaging the breast that he was gorging on, and I started to feel the letdown. OMG! I am still lactating!

That is what I was trying to get out, to warn him that I might dribble a little. I wanted to warn him so he didn’t freak or get grossed out. His left hand shot down to my cunt, and his thick, rough fingers went in effortlessly. I arouse so easily. Embarrassingly at times.

He started to pull away just as I felt the letdown happen. He stopped. His eyes shot open wide.

“I was trying to warn you; I am…”

His right hand went up to silence my mouth, and he began to suckle in earnest. His hand came off my mouth.

“Lactating,” I gasped.

He stopped, looked up at me, and in the most comical way, opened his eyes so wide and smiled so broadly, a total caricature that would have been racist in many other settings, and said, “I know!”

That set me off in peals of laughter. I could not help it. I regained my composure, grabbed his head, and plopped it down on the other boob as I could feel it starting to dribble, then in an instant, I was cradling his head like an infant. So sweet and beautiful, and feeling him drain the little bit of milk my body was producing. If this happens too many times over the next few days, I may be back in full-on lactation. Along with a whole bunch of ruined tops in my wardrobe.

In a moment of transparency, I have to admit that aside from the emotional fulfillment and incredible bonding I experienced nursing my children, it was also an arousing experience for me. I carried that with a lot of shame before I learned that it was not an abnormal response for a mother to experience that. But over the years, when grown-ups, male or female, nursed from me, that lightning bolt of arousal that I experienced was very common. As you can see from the photos in my Lush Stories profile, the boob fairy gave me a pretty sizable rack, so they have always been a source of attention for me.

Not that I am complaining. I like getting attention. I am a slut, and I love being a slut. I can be a source of pleasure, of comfort, and I cherish it. This is not a very caring world. If I can provide a few moments of erotic bliss to make the world just a little bit better for others, where is the harm? Because for me, it is an absolute delight.

I looked down at Felipe; he had finished what little there was and went back to the other one, and my nipples were shimmering with sensations. I caressed his cheek as he drained the last little bit, sucking just a bit too hard, trying to get more, but there was none left. I kissed him right above his eye; it was all I could reach while he was still latched.

“I have some more bottles in the freezer at home if you want,” I whispered breathily.

He looked, smiled, and cradled his tongue on the bottom of his mouth while putting my nipple on it, then bit down… I could feel his teeth, but since it was cradled on the soft surface of his tongue, it only hurt in the most exquisite way. We disentangled enough for him to jump over me onto the center of the bed, then I turned towards him. I pushed myself up and softly planted my lips on his, gently slipping my tongue in between, then licking the ridges of his upper teeth and the inner part of his lips. We both moaned in unison, then I moved toward his erection and felt it almost lathered in precum. I spread it all along his head and shaft and was already tasting it in my mouth. I moved to take it fully into my mouth, but he stopped me. He pulled my chin, moving me back towards his face. We kissed again, a little more intensely this time, reeking of sensuality. I was on my back but slightly turned to my left as we kissed, and I felt my own wetness seeping into my ass crack.

“I have been wanting at your nipples since the first moment. I have never seen in real life nipples as thick and prominent as yours.”

I looked down at my boobs, then back into his eyes, and planted two very light kisses on each eyelid. “I guess this is the gift, because now they are definitely something that people find arousing. But they were a constant source of tears for me when I was younger.” I continued to caress what was a very insistent hard-on, so I began to pull his cock closer to my cunt; my need was getting almost painful.

He lifted himself so I could get one leg on the other side of him, putting him between my legs and poised at my opening. I kissed and licked his jawline, then looked into his eyes directly as I pulled him into me. I felt the first contact when the soft skin of his glans meets my slick opening. Then the rigid hardness as the power of his erection pushed him through my opening and feeling the stretch of his entrance, at first a wince of delicious pain. 

I looked into his eyes deeply as I gasped, then lightly thrust my hips up as I gently put each hand on his ass cheeks and pulled him into me. I felt the walls inside me forced to give way with each invading millimeter, and I kept my eyes locked on his as he experienced the bliss of my penetration.

Fully inside, I felt myself giving way to the delicious assault in my cunt as I wrapped myself to envelop him in my body to go to work, giving out every bit of erotic pleasure I can provide. I felt him bask in the afterglow of just the penetration; our bodies are combined in a moment that no power in the universe can change. He is in me, and I am here, available to his pleasure, and experiencing my own perfect moment of bliss.

He pushed himself off me just a little, and I felt the first thrust of his hips pushing inside me. My arms wrap around him, caressing his arms and chest, dragging my nails across his back. I hold his face to mine and offer a lover's kiss. I can feel the familiar sensation that starts in my hips but seems to come from my calves and shoulders as well. The sparkling sensation down my spine, and it feels like my body is melting in a furnace of joy. Then it saturates all the way through me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I hurtle towards some oblivion, then finally crash into white-hot shards of ecstasy.

Felipe is smiling down at me. I look up in hesitation and punch him lightly on the chest for laughing at me. He loves that I just exploded all over his cock, that I writhed and twisted from having his dick in me. And I kiss him some more. His look becomes serious. Then hesitant. Then serious again.

“Yes,” I said.

He looked at me, confused.

“Yes,” I said again.

He sat up, propping himself up on one elbow. I reached to caress his cock, gauging once again how thick it was. I checked my area. There was a lot of my natural lube still in and around.

“What are you saying yes to?” he asked.

“You want to know if it is okay to let you fuck my ass,” I replied conspiratorially.

“How the f…. How did you know that?” He asked, truly astonished.

I laughed.

“Because you have an extremely thick cock, exactly the kind that most girls would hesitate on as far as doing anal. You are kind of quiet and, at times, unsure. You have spent a lot of time touching and looking at my hair, smelling and rubbing your face with it, so I think you have had limited experience with white girls. Between being a little shy and inexperienced with white girls, and since I am just the plaything for the weekend, you have nothing to lose, so why not ask? But you like me, and you are a very considerate and thoughtful human being, so you don’t want to be an asshole about it."

I continued, "So, since you are not being an asshole, I would be delighted to let you fuck mine. BUT, you are thick, so we take it slow at first, okay? My husband is thick like that, and after all these years he still has to go slow too, so don’t bitch,” I said with a smile and a wink. "Just ease it in at first. I have taken great care over the years to not tear anything back there, and I don’t want to put my ass out of commission for everyone else.”

“Turn over,” he said commandingly.

I smiled at him. I knew what he wanted, so I pushed him back a little so I could get on my knees without poking him with my stiletto heels. Once in position, I felt his mouth on my asshole, his tongue burrowing in just a little.

Years before, I used to get a little self-conscious when guys (or girls for that matter) wanted to tongue my ass, but I got over it. I was told that it actually has a mild sweet flavor, and from my own experience tonguing others back there, I realized that is true. Now it is one of my favorite parts of foreplay. He tongued deep inside, then pulled out and started from the cleft of my clitoris and gave a long, lusty, wet-tongued lap to the top of my ass crack.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned happily, “that feels soooooo yummy!” 

He started darting his tongue in and out, pushing his face as deep into my cheeks as possible to get the farthest reach. The sensations were starting to come to a simmer, and I could already feel it relax back there. He manipulated my clitoris with one hand and then put two fingers of the other inside, searching around for that rough textured area of my G-spot.

The simmer was quickly becoming a boil, and my hips started reflexively thrusting towards his mouth. The sensations on my clit became extremely intense, the sign that she has emerged from her hood and exposed herself to the caresses. I could feel the fluids coating his hand, so I pulled away and rolled onto my back, legs spread wide and heels up in the air. He positioned himself at my cunt and sank in, coating himself fully, then positioned himself at my anus. I used my legs to pull him to me and me to him until I felt the broad, thick head pop through.

“Right there, just hold it for a sec. You will feel me relax, then go ahead and slowly push in.”

We held still in that position, panting lightly, waiting for my body to adapt, then relax. I looked into his eyes again; he was searching my face for any signs of fear or pain. The man was definitely a careful, considerate lover, and I hoped this would not be the only opportunity we would have to share.

I felt the pressure around his cock subside, as did he. I nodded my head, and he slowly pushed himself in. I communicated with my heels, pulling him into me at the right speed, and he proceeded flawlessly. We both looked down, the dim lighting just enough to see his dark skin disappearing into my fair-complexioned body. In moments, he was buried to the hilt, and I pulled his face to mine, kissed him gently on the lips, and said, “Ride her, cowboy,” with an impish grin.

He started out slowly, pistoning in and out with the full length of his penis, the rigidity of it feeling like steel going in and out. Our movements intensified, him growing even thicker. Already I could tell there was not going to be any flipping over, that all-too-familiar tension speeding up, meaning his orgasm was coming, with or without me.

In just moments he cried out, “Jesus, I can’t stop. I’m sorry,” but he was being drowned out by my own moans of pleasure.

I felt the first throb of his ejaculation. He reached down to rub my clit. I pushed his hand away. I was already there, my body tensing in ecstasy as I reached to hold his face to mine. I gave him a gentle kiss as the explosion washed over us both. I writhed on his cock as he buried it in me.

“Thank you!!! That is perfect.” I said as I twisted in my own bliss.

We collapsed. He rolled partway off while still staying in my ass as he pumped his reflexive final squirts. He lay on his side, but I pulled his head to rest on my boobs, caressing him. We panted and giggled, and I held him close. Out of nowhere, we suddenly heard the noise of clapping and cheering. We looked up, startled. We neglected to pull the drapes closed. Even in the low light of the bedroom, the reflection on the glass made it impossible to see out, but apparently the other guys had watched from outside. The terrace lights came on. Then they held up makeshift scorecards: 9.8, 9.9, 9.9, 9.7. I pushed Felipe down and began to clean him with my mouth while I flipped those guys outside the bird.

They came around the inside and wanted into the bedroom, but I locked the door, kicked off my heels and gloves, and walked Felipe into the shower. We spent a little time bathing each other, then we dried off. I slipped on a different pair of heels, and then we left the bedroom to join the others.

All three of them were hard. I thought I would end up doing all three at once, but Jerry wanted to wait until later. It was decided that I would go ahead and fuck Larry and Denny, then Jerry and I would take the master suite until morning. So, I cleaned up what was left of the dessert, and then I asked for a few minutes to freshen up. I touched up my makeup and combed out the rat's nest that my hair had become from fucking Felipe. I went to the living area and took Denny and Larry by the hand to walk to the master suite. They wanted to take turns DPing me, switching from front to back. In the end, they both wanted to finish in my ass, so I sucked Larry while Denny fucked my ass until we both came hard. Denny went back out with Felipe and Jerry, and then Larry and I did missionary for about 20 minutes. We laughed and talked at first; he would slowly pump in and out as we talked about the evening. Then he got kind of quiet, and I could see he was getting genuinely emotional. Something very unusual for him. Larry was rarely serious about anything, so this was an unusual moment.

“I just cannot express to you how amazing this has been, and I cannot thank you enough for what you both have brought to my life. Not just here, but in all parts of my life. And not just me. You touch everyone that you come in contact with. I don’t believe in magic or superstition, but if I did, the only magic, the only goddess, would be you.”

I was getting teary-eyed.

“Larry, you have given me the gift, not the other way around. Look what happened, you and your friends. Do you think that was my gift? The beauty in this world comes not just from being able to help another; it comes from being allowed. You have people in your life that you love, right? Is there anything that makes you feel better than doing something for someone that you truly care about? I was just here being me, sweetie, just here doing what it is I am supposed to do. I love being able to serve others, and you gave me the opportunity. Don’t thank me, babe. It is my privilege to be of service to others. So c’mon, let’s get Denny in here; we can take a nice, refreshing shower.”

He grabbed Denny while I got the shower ready. We played a little grabass, and they made fun of my tits, saying I should be working as a dairy cow with these huge udders. And of course, my nipples were like cow teats.

You can see for yourself on my Lush Stories photos. I have a picture from when I was pregnant. Not exactly cow teats, I know. But pretty thick nonetheless.

I dried them both off and pulled out a couple of resort robes for each. I ushered them into the front room and assured Jerry I would return in a few moments. I finished drying myself completely. I made some quick repairs of my hair and makeup, then put back on my heels and gloves. I returned to the front room and took Jerry by the hand.

“Sir, I am yours tonight to do with as you please. It is my hope that I can adequately take care of your every desire,” I said, with a modest curtsey. And semen pouring down my inner thighs.