01-04-2026, 10:18 PM
Part 4
I was surprised again when Bruce’s cock didn’t get soft... but remained nearly erect, as he helped me to my feet... still caressing and pulling on my boobs, while continuing to tweak my extremely aroused nipples.
I glanced into the living room again through the pass-through opening, and saw Kat still bouncing up and down on my husband’s swollen dick... but leaning forward... with her taut nipples pressed into his mouth... as she twerked her hips... grinding her clit against the base of his stiff shaft.
Still somewhat hypnotized by the turn of events... Bruce’s huge cock, and my recent incredible orgasm... I was happy to let Bruce re-position me in the kitchen... first turning me to face him... then lifting me onto the kitchen counter just to the left of the sink.
He pulled my panties the rest of the way off... tossed them onto the counter next to me... then pushed my legs apart... grinning salaciously, as his eyes locked onto my dripping wet, gaping vagina.
I watched as he bent down and leaned into my crotch... quickly finding my engorged nub with his mouth. He used his tongue and lips to rub tight little circles around the tip... flicking and sucking... as my shock slowly faded away, and I began slowly tossing my head back and forth, while murmuring my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Bruce... yeah... keep going... yeah... right there... my God, that feels great... shit, yeah... for fuck sake, keep going...”
Bruce was pretty good at eating out a pussy, and it wasn’t long before I caught my breath... twerked my hips... then creamed all over his mouth and chin... wriggling my butt, and mewling about how good it felt.
In this position, I was facing away from the living room, but... as I was relishing my latest climax, I heard Bruce’s wife suddenly let out a low, keening moan... as she came all over my husband’s cock. Shortly after that... while I was still enjoying the remnants of my latest orgasm... I heard my husband let out a grunt... followed by a guttural growl... as he apparently blasted a load of warm splooge into Kat’s slippery wet pussy.
Right about then Bruce started up again with his tongue, and I climaxed again in no time at all... still sitting on the granite countertop... my legs spread wide... my feet dbangd over Bruce’s shoulders... my throbbing clit and dripping cunt totally exposed to his warm, wet mouth and probing tongue.
Oh, my God... I was in heaven!
I was still kind of stunned... my legs trembling slightly... as I reveled in the euphoric sensations coursing through my body... while listening to my husband and Bruce’s wife breathing hard, and mumbling about how amazing their orgasms were.
Then, in the midst of my waning climax, Bruce stood up... pulled my hips to the edge of the counter... grabbed his raging boner with one hand, and lined it up with my totally drenched vagina opening. In one massive thrust, he slammed his rock-hard prick into my gaping, sloppy wet pussy.... causing me to let out a surprised yelp... followed by a lingering moan... as his wide, mushroom-shaped head slid deep inside my extremely aroused cunt.
He began pounding away between my legs... happily watching my heavy breasts bouncing around wildly between us... slapping into each other with every one of his forward lunges... while the two of us grunted and moaned in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
With his huge cock stimulating my distended clitoris perfectly, it didn’t take long before I suddenly let out a squeal... and came... again... creaming all over his pummeling hard-on.
Oh, fuck... that felt incredible! I didn’t want it to end....
Bruce slowed down while my delicious climax washed over me from nipple to clit... then picked up the pace again... grunting and hammering away, until he suddenly caught his breath... then slowly let it out... along with a low, raspy groan... as he rocked his hips and spewed stream after stream of white, creamy splooge deep inside my sloppy wet cunt.
Afterward... still dazed, but floating on a wave of erotic pleasure... I slid off the counter and knelt down in front of him... sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth... and cleaning it off with my lips and tongue. Once I finished pulling out the last few drops of cum from his still semi-hard prick... I licked them away with my tongue... gave his thick, veiny shaft a few extra tugs... then a quick peck on the head... before tucking it back into his slacks, and pulling up his zipper.
I used a kitchen towel to clean between my legs and wipe Bruce’s cum from my cheek. Then... while I slipped my panties back on and straightened out my dress... my husband’s boss poured four glasses of champagne, and we each carried two of the filled glasses into the living room.
Kat was still straddling my husband’s lap... leaning forward, with her perfect tits squashed against his chest... both of them breathing hard, as they enjoyed the fading remnants of their recent orgasms.
When Bruce and I arrived with the champagne, Kat climbed off my husband’s cock, and plopped onto the sofa between us... her blouse still hanging open, with her dangling boobs swaying back and forth on her chest. Travis remained sitting on his end of the couch, with his still semi-erect prick sticking out of his unzipped pants... almost quivering from his recent climax.
I handed Kat one of the glasses of champagne, while Bruce handed Travis one of the flutes he was carrying... then he settled into the overstuffed chair on the other side of Travis.
With glazed, satiated smiles on our faces, we looked at each other silently for a moment... then Bruce raised his glass, and said, “Here’s to next time”.
As we all clinked glasses, I looked at my husband... smiled a bright, gratified smile... and said, “To next time!”
THE END
I was surprised again when Bruce’s cock didn’t get soft... but remained nearly erect, as he helped me to my feet... still caressing and pulling on my boobs, while continuing to tweak my extremely aroused nipples.
I glanced into the living room again through the pass-through opening, and saw Kat still bouncing up and down on my husband’s swollen dick... but leaning forward... with her taut nipples pressed into his mouth... as she twerked her hips... grinding her clit against the base of his stiff shaft.
Still somewhat hypnotized by the turn of events... Bruce’s huge cock, and my recent incredible orgasm... I was happy to let Bruce re-position me in the kitchen... first turning me to face him... then lifting me onto the kitchen counter just to the left of the sink.
He pulled my panties the rest of the way off... tossed them onto the counter next to me... then pushed my legs apart... grinning salaciously, as his eyes locked onto my dripping wet, gaping vagina.
I watched as he bent down and leaned into my crotch... quickly finding my engorged nub with his mouth. He used his tongue and lips to rub tight little circles around the tip... flicking and sucking... as my shock slowly faded away, and I began slowly tossing my head back and forth, while murmuring my pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Bruce... yeah... keep going... yeah... right there... my God, that feels great... shit, yeah... for fuck sake, keep going...”
Bruce was pretty good at eating out a pussy, and it wasn’t long before I caught my breath... twerked my hips... then creamed all over his mouth and chin... wriggling my butt, and mewling about how good it felt.
In this position, I was facing away from the living room, but... as I was relishing my latest climax, I heard Bruce’s wife suddenly let out a low, keening moan... as she came all over my husband’s cock. Shortly after that... while I was still enjoying the remnants of my latest orgasm... I heard my husband let out a grunt... followed by a guttural growl... as he apparently blasted a load of warm splooge into Kat’s slippery wet pussy.
Right about then Bruce started up again with his tongue, and I climaxed again in no time at all... still sitting on the granite countertop... my legs spread wide... my feet dbangd over Bruce’s shoulders... my throbbing clit and dripping cunt totally exposed to his warm, wet mouth and probing tongue.
Oh, my God... I was in heaven!
I was still kind of stunned... my legs trembling slightly... as I reveled in the euphoric sensations coursing through my body... while listening to my husband and Bruce’s wife breathing hard, and mumbling about how amazing their orgasms were.
Then, in the midst of my waning climax, Bruce stood up... pulled my hips to the edge of the counter... grabbed his raging boner with one hand, and lined it up with my totally drenched vagina opening. In one massive thrust, he slammed his rock-hard prick into my gaping, sloppy wet pussy.... causing me to let out a surprised yelp... followed by a lingering moan... as his wide, mushroom-shaped head slid deep inside my extremely aroused cunt.
He began pounding away between my legs... happily watching my heavy breasts bouncing around wildly between us... slapping into each other with every one of his forward lunges... while the two of us grunted and moaned in rhythm with his thrusting hips.
With his huge cock stimulating my distended clitoris perfectly, it didn’t take long before I suddenly let out a squeal... and came... again... creaming all over his pummeling hard-on.
Oh, fuck... that felt incredible! I didn’t want it to end....
Bruce slowed down while my delicious climax washed over me from nipple to clit... then picked up the pace again... grunting and hammering away, until he suddenly caught his breath... then slowly let it out... along with a low, raspy groan... as he rocked his hips and spewed stream after stream of white, creamy splooge deep inside my sloppy wet cunt.
Afterward... still dazed, but floating on a wave of erotic pleasure... I slid off the counter and knelt down in front of him... sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth... and cleaning it off with my lips and tongue. Once I finished pulling out the last few drops of cum from his still semi-hard prick... I licked them away with my tongue... gave his thick, veiny shaft a few extra tugs... then a quick peck on the head... before tucking it back into his slacks, and pulling up his zipper.
I used a kitchen towel to clean between my legs and wipe Bruce’s cum from my cheek. Then... while I slipped my panties back on and straightened out my dress... my husband’s boss poured four glasses of champagne, and we each carried two of the filled glasses into the living room.
Kat was still straddling my husband’s lap... leaning forward, with her perfect tits squashed against his chest... both of them breathing hard, as they enjoyed the fading remnants of their recent orgasms.
When Bruce and I arrived with the champagne, Kat climbed off my husband’s cock, and plopped onto the sofa between us... her blouse still hanging open, with her dangling boobs swaying back and forth on her chest. Travis remained sitting on his end of the couch, with his still semi-erect prick sticking out of his unzipped pants... almost quivering from his recent climax.
I handed Kat one of the glasses of champagne, while Bruce handed Travis one of the flutes he was carrying... then he settled into the overstuffed chair on the other side of Travis.
With glazed, satiated smiles on our faces, we looked at each other silently for a moment... then Bruce raised his glass, and said, “Here’s to next time”.
As we all clinked glasses, I looked at my husband... smiled a bright, gratified smile... and said, “To next time!”
THE END
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