Gloria stirs, aroused by her woody, lingering warmth spreading through her body. She smiles, surprised Robert made it to work on time, reliving his cock thoroughly reclaiming her three holes. She stretches languidly by the bedroom window, naked, hoping someone outside glimpses her. Finding herself alone, she drifts to the kitchen, drawn by the rich aroma of Robert's strong Colombian coffee.

The landline rings, cutting through the quiet morning. Gloria answers, taking a final sip of her coffee.

"Gloria, it's Mary, Ben's wife. Coffee with Sarah, Betty, and me. Can you join us?"

"Oh, Mary, I'm not dressed," Gloria says, a slight groan escaping her.

"Just throw something on and come over. We'll see you in a few."

Coffee with the wives. Here we go, Gloria thinks, a mix of resignation and mischief swirling within her.

Gloria approaches the stairs and freezes. Bill, the mailman, pulls her clothes from the mailbox. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, then opens the front door and steps onto the porch. Just then, a gleaming 1942 Buick Roadmaster, a "turret-top" beauty, cruises past. The driver offers a casual wave before the car smoothly accelerates.

Bill's jaw drops, his eyes wide, as he stares at Gloria.

"Oh, goodness, I completely blanked on where I left them. Would you mind handing them to me? I'd love to invite you in for coffee, but I'm meeting friends. Raincheck?" Gloria says, a playful glint in her eye, as she scoops up her things and shuts the door.

Gloria can't decide what to wear. Something conservative for the wives? Provocative in honor of their husbands? She decides on a light-colored shirt that buttons from above her breasts to her waist and a straight black skirt.

Mary greets Gloria's late arrival at the door. She gestures towards the living room, where Sarah and Betty sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Betty indicates the space between them, and Gloria takes the offered seat.

Mary returns, placing a steaming mug of coffee and a large, freshly baked brownie in Gloria's hands.

"Betty declared it Irish Coffee Morning, and Sarah and I couldn't argue. Are you a Jameson fan?"

"Irish coffee is always welcome," Gloria says, "but this brownie... it's the real salvation. I skipped breakfast, thanks to you all."

"There's plenty more where that came from, both coffee and brownies. We'll chat while you refuel."

The combination of coffee, Jameson's, and rich brownie has barely settled when Mary offers refills, which Gloria, a little stoned, but thoroughly enjoying herself, readily accepts. She savors the second round with a contented high.

“Did you have a good time fucking our husbands last night, Gloria?" They certainly enjoyed fucking you.”

Betty moves closer, a predatory smile on her lips.

"And we," she purrs, "intend to enjoy you ourselves today."

Betty's breath warms Gloria's ear, a soft touch against her skin. Sarah's hands gently trace the curve of Gloria's shoulder, while Mary's fingers lightly brush her arm. Gloria sighs, a sense of ease washing over her as they guide her to stand.

A feeling of closeness envelops her. The air hums with excitement. Betty's eyes meet Gloria's, a silent connection passing between them. Sarah's touch is feather-light on Gloria's tits. Mary's hands are a comforting warmth on her inner thighs.

Gloria's body relaxes, a feeling of trust settling within her as they remove her clothes. A wave of anticipation washes over Gloria as she enters the bedroom.

Mary applies lubricant to Gloria's vulva, massaging it thoroughly, then dry humps her. She adds more lubricant and rubs the area between Gloria's outer and inner labia with a slow, up-and-down motion, before moving to the clitoral hood. Her index and middle fingers move together, rotating then side to side. Gloria's breathing is ragged and heavy.

Mary lubricates her index finger and inserts it a couple of inches into Gloria's vagina, palm up. Curling her finger in a come-hither motion, she strokes Gloria's G-spot, wrinkled and ridged, in a steady rhythm. Gloria groans and moans as Mary's other hand strokes her clit.

Mary's touch, insistent and knowing, finds its mark, her fingers creating a swirling friction that sends shivers through Gloria's core. Restrained, Gloria's body arches and strains, her moans escalating into raw, unrestrained pleasure.

Sarah prepares Gloria’s ass, her finger lubed and deliberate. A slow, stretching sensation builds in Gloria’s ass, followed by the firm pressure of Sarah's large stainless steel anal plug.

Gloria's breath hitches, a sound building within her. Then, a sharp cry breaks free. A tremor ripples through Gloria as Sarah pumps and twists the plug relentlessly.

Sarah sits on Gloria’s face and grinds her pussy on it fiercely, covering it with her juices. Gloria licks and sucks her pussy furiously, savoring Sarah’s sweet nectar.

Gloria’s flat tongue licks Sarah’s pussy from the bottom until it runs over her clit. She repeats, licking as fast as a dog drinks water, then settling on her clit and sucking her to orgasm.

Sarah roars in orgasmic delight.

Then she reverses her position on Gloria’s face so Gloria can eat her ass. She feels the warmth of Gloria's tongue on her ass hole, a rising pressure that mirrors her own. Feeling Gloria's eager exploration, Sarah presses down with her clit, the sensation intensifying. A wave of heat floods them both, culminating in a shared orgasm.

A sense of control washes over Betty as she prepares the dildo, a familiar shape—her husband’s cock. A knowing smile touches her lips.

“This will bring back memories,” she murmurs, her voice thick with anticipation.

Gloria strains against the restraints, a frustrated sound escaping her. Betty adjusts the harness, ensuring a snug fit. She lubricates the dildo with practiced care. Betty moves with a confident rhythm, her eyes gleaming.

“Release her,” she commands, her voice low. “Let's see what she's capable of.”

Gloria issues a sudden cry. Her body stiffens. Arms and legs jerk rhythmically.

Gloria and Betty scream in unison as they orgasm.

Betty and Gloria remain entwined, laughing with joy and satisfaction, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of an epic climax.

Sarah and Mary move in, completing a warm, shared embrace.

A powerful bond is created.