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Another trip down South

The dashboard lights bathed the interior of the car in a green hue. Eric squirmed once more in the driver?s seat, attempting to find a comfortable position. They still had a couple of hours to drive but the excitement and nervousness left him unable to remain calm as they sped down the interstate. He glanced at Alina in the passenger?s seat and though the darkness left most of her form in shadow, he could tell from what little he could see of her face and her posture that she was feeling the same way.

?Are you nervous,? he asked?

?Yes,? she replied. ?And you??

?Yeah, me too.? He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. ?I think it?s going to be fun though, don?t you??

A sheepish smile flickered across her face as she answered, ?I do. I am only nervous about how it will be.? The accent in her voice was something Eric now took for granted and mostly did not notice after all these years but still, at times, the beauty and uniqueness of it unexpectedly struck him. ?I hope only that I will be able.?

?Don?t worry. Nothing?s going to happen that you don?t want to. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just tell me and we?ll stop. We?re just going to listen to some music, dance, and make use of those two bottles of wine.? He motioned toward the small cooler in the back seat of the SUV. ?If something does happen, it will be because you feel comfortable with the situation and you?ll be fine.? He patted her leg reassuringly and gave her a confident smile. She squeezed his hand and smiled back. A thumping beat came from the radio as Ke$ha wailed, ?It?s going down. I?m yelling timber. . .? Eric glanced a Alina again and began screeching along with the music. She grinned at him and joined in. The SUV glided on through the darkness. Only a few more miles to go.

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Once they had checked into their hotel, Eric and Alina found the club. Though it had a notable reputation, they were somewhat surprised at how sketchy this part of town looked. Oh, great. We?ll go have a lot of fun and then be murdered in the parking lot afterwards, Eric thought. That?ll be an easy thing for the grandparents to explain to the kids. Nonetheless, they went inside, paid the hostess the admission fee and, after a brief tour by a pleasant staff member, found themselves a comfortable corner to huddle in where they could easily see the rest of the club. The nervousness was at its peak now. We?re really here, he thought.

The club was dimly lit, which helped put the couple at ease, and though the DJ kept the music thumping, things were still relatively quiet at 9:00. Nonetheless, there was a steady trickle of new patrons filing in. The sofa they sat on allowed the couple a great view of the dance floor. Eric leaned over the arm of his seat to grab the cooler they had brought in. After fishing around in it for a moment, he produced a chilled bottle of riesling and two wine glasses. ?Hopefully they have a corkscrew. I?ll be right back,? he said and he headed to the bar on the other side of the dance floor, bottle and glasses in hand. Alina suddenly felt more exposed though she hadn?t moved from the corner they settled in since they first arrived. She was now keenly aware of the sheer panel in the short black dress she wore and how it twisted from her shoulder, around her back, and down the side of her hip, exposing her flesh and tacitly noting her lack of undergarments. She was glad to see Eric return with two wine glasses filled nearly to the brim.

?Here, this should help your nerves,? he said, carefully handing her a glass. The wine sloshed around a bit and a tiny amount escaped its vessel to hurtle through the air and splash unceremoniously on the floor near her feet. The rhinestone-covered heels she wore appeared unscathed.

?Oops!? she giggled and took a quick gulp to prevent a second such episode. Eric smiled back at her and she caught the twinkle at the corner of his eyes that she had fell in love with so long ago. Though the two had aged somewhat, they had done so together and she could still see the boy he used to be within his smile. He sat next to her and she raised her glass.

?We?re really doing this?? he asked.

?Of course. We have talked of it very much and now it is time to do something. To our adventure,? she toasted as they clinked their glasses together and each took a long sip of the sweet potion. The night was underway.

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Alina was returning from the bar with two glasses filled from their second bottle of wine when she noticed Eric staring at the hostess stand near the club entrance. A young couple stood there, receiving their wristbands. The man was tall and broad shouldered. His dark hair was cut short to the scalp and, though it was tough to see in the darkness, she could make out the stubble of a light beard across his face. He was dressed smartly in a dark suit with a dark shirt and gray tie. The small gray triangle of a handkerchief peeked from his pocket.

His companion was equally attractive. She was short, maybe five foot two, and her hair was as black as coal. Her dark mane flowed over her shoulders and halfway down her back. She had a youthful innocence to her face and wore a form-fitting ivory sweater dress which outlined the hourglass shape that Alina knew had captured Eric?s attention so raptly .

?She is pretty,? Alina said as she sat down next to her husband, offering him a glass of wine.

?Yes she is,? Eric agreed.

?I should invite them to sit with us.? Alina stood up and walked over to the couple who, now that they had entered the club, looked a little lost at the edge of the sea of people on the dance floor. Eric reached out to the wine she had place on the table and took a sip as he watched her introduce herself. Though he couldn?t hear the exchange, the woman smiled pleasantly and nodded her head as Alina talked with her. The man seemed equally engaged in their conversation. Alina motioned toward the corner where Eric sat. The woman looked at him and gave him a little wave. Eric lifted his glass to her. The man nodded back in return. He watched as Alina said something else to them and shared a small laugh then the couple both nodded their heads. Alina turned and walked back towards Eric with the two following her. Eric noticed how the man briefly eyed Alina?s svelte form from behind as they climbed the few steps to the small raised area where he sat. There was no blaming him, Alina?s ass was one of the first things Eric had noticed himself when they first met; it was a work of art.

?Honey, this is Marie and John,? Alina announced as she moved to her husband?s side. Eric held his hand out to Marie.

?Hi, Marie. I love your dress, it looks very nice on you?.

Marie blushed slightly. ?Thank you. It?s nothing special. I got it at Target? she laughed. She shook Eric?s outstretched hand.

?Well, it looks great.? Eric allowed his eyes to crawl up the silhouette of her body briefly before turning to John and extending his hand. ?It?s nice to meet you, John?.

?You as well,? the taller man replied, shaking Eric?s hand firmly.

?Please have a seat?. Alina motioned to the couch just across from theirs as she sat down and took her wine glass. Eric sat next to her and leaned back in the seat, crossing his legs and laying his free arm across the back of the couch, behind his wife. Marie and John put down the cooler they had carried in and sat.

?Have you all been here before?? Eric asked.

?We were here last night and once last week? said Marie. ?That was our first time.?

?And what did you think??

She glanced at her husband and smiled as she answered. ?It can get a little crazy in here but it looks like fun. How about you all??

?We?ve been here six times in last ten months, maybe? Alina replied. ?We live about four hours away and it is difficult to find a babysitter for all night. Where do you live??

?We live in the suburbs, about 20 minutes from here,? said Marie.

During all of this, John had picked up their cooler and sat it on the table between the two couples. He opened it and withdrew a bottle of wine, a wine glass, a corkscrew, and a plastic tumbler. After removing the cork, he filled the glass and tumbler, and placed a plastic lid on the tumbler. He then put a straw through a hole in the tumbler?s lid and sat it in front of Marie before returning everything else to the cooler which he placed back to the floor beside him. Marie noticed Eric looking at her tumbler.

?Last time, I spilled half a glass on John so he thought this might be a better solution,? she said, giving her husband a disapproving glance as she picked up the tumbler and took a sip.

?After the second glass you won?t notice the difference and I?ll still be dry,? he retorted, smiling back at her.

Alina laughed out loud. ?That is funny. I?ve spilled on Eric so much, he told he would bring one of kids? sippy cups tonight!?

?That wasn?t a threat. I have a Sesame Street bottle in the cooler. I planned on bringing it out for the next glass.? Eric looked at Marie. ?I just couldn?t resist the idea of watching her sitting in the club sucking off Ernie?s head.? The group exploded with laughter and Alina slapped her husband?s arm.

?You?re so harmful,? she chided him.

John leaned forward in his seat. ?Alina you have such a sexy accent. Where are you from??

?I am from Russia,? she said.

?Wow, how did you two meet?? Marie asked.

Eric took another sip of wine. ?We were both on vacation. I had decided to take a European cruise and one of the places we stopped was Yalta in the Ukraine. I went sightseeing and stopped in this restaurant and there she was, sitting at the bar all by herself. I thought she looked lonely. I was wrong. She was just finishing up a week-long vacation and was waiting to meet her friend after a shopping trip but we struck up a conversation and though we could barely understand each other, we exchanged email addresses and the rest is history. About a year and a half later I flew to Russia to ask her to marry me and we?ve lived together in the States for about fifteen years now.?

?Oh wow, that?s so romantic,? Marie said, her eyes wide, staring at the couple.

Alina leaned over to kiss Eric. ?We are very happy.?

?That?s for certain,? he replied.

Just then CeeLo Green?s voice rang through the DJ?s speakers as he began to sing ?Fuck You?. Alina perked up as the first few measures played. ?I love this song!? she said.

?Then let?s go dance,? John invited. He extended his hand as he rose. Alina gave a quick look at Eric to see if he objected then grabbed John?s hand and the two were off to the dance floor.

Marie laughed. ?You know, most guys don?t like dancing but John?s always ready to shake his groove thing.?

?He best watch, Alina knows how to shake much more than that,? Eric chuckled in reply.

Marie reached into her cooler to refill her wine tumbler. Eric hadn?t noticed that she had already emptied her drink during the course of their conversation. Once she was finished, Marie stood up and moved over to Eric?s right to sit beside him in the spot Alina had recently vacated.

?I?m having a hard time hearing you over the music so I thought I?d move a little closer. I hope you don?t mind,? she said.

?Sweetheart, the only thing I?ll hold against you is the thing you?ll ask me to hold against you later tonight.? Eric smiled at her and gave her a wink. Marie looked surprised by his forward remark then a smile crept across her face and she playfully punched him in the arm.

?Eric, if that?s the kind of things you?ve been saying all night, I regret not moving closer to you before!?

Eric laughed. ?No, I?m just kidding, of course. I?d never disrespect John like that. I can joke around with you when he?s dancing with my wife because you don?t act like you would be offended but I wouldn?t say something in front of him that he might be angry with.?

?Don?t worry about John. He?s quiet and people think he?s a real serious guy but he?s really laid back and quite a bit of fun once you get to know him. Besides, it looks like he?s having enough fun with your wife to make up for any remark you might make to me!?

Eric turned his head towards the dance floor and found Alina and John. The two were dancing close to each other and John?s hands were on his wife?s hips, pulling her close to him while they rocked back and forth. Though there wasn?t anything particularly lewd about how they were moving, the couple did seem to be in their own little world at the moment. Alina was looking up at John with her hands on his shoulders.

?Alina seems to be enjoying their dance too,? Eric said.

?She should. There?s something intoxicating about being held by a big strong man like John,? Marie replied.

Eric looked at her and raised an eyebrow. ?Well, us short guys make up for that with our strength of will. It?s hard as stone. Tempered, you might say, by the passion that burns inside us. When we see something we want, we don?t let anything stand in our way.?

?So what is it that you want right now, Mister Passionate,? Marie asked wryly.

Eric looked her in the eyes and placed his wine glass on the table. He slid his right hand across her left cheek to the back of her neck where he grasped her and pulled her face to his. He kissed her. Her hair engulfed his forearm and its flowery scent filled his senses somehow encouraging him to press harder against her lips. She kissed him back. The fingers on his other hand tingled as they slid across the smooth stocking covering the outside of her lower thigh. His cupped palm lay on her knee. Their lips parted and Eric sucked Marie?s lower lip between his and traced the soft edge of it with his tongue. He gave her lip a slight nibble with his teeth and a light moan vibrated through her mouth into his. Then he pulled away. His hands left her neck and her knee and he reached again to take another drink from his glass.

It was Marie who broke the momentary silence that seemed to wash over them after the kiss. ?That was nice,? she said. ?I wonder if Alina is feeling as warm as I am right now.? Eric looked to see his wife holding John close against her. The sexy pulsing beat of Trentemøller?s ?Moan? slunk across the dance floor. The couple stared into each other?s eyes as their hips swayed together in unison with the beat. John?s hands firmly held Alina?s ass against him as they swayed with the beat. While his wife looked on, Alina stretched up to plant her lips solidly against John?s. The two stayed locked together like this, hips rhythmically pumping, mouths intertwined, for quite some time. When their kiss finally did break, Alina continued to stare into John?s eyes. His stare was locked upon her like nothing else in the room existed in that moment. Eric noticed Alina?s hand had disappeared between the couple but her arm was moving with a periodicity that suggested a reason for John?s intent gaze.

Elsewhere on the dance floor other couples had succumbed to the primitive throbbing of the music. Bare breasts flashed in the pulse of the dance floor lights and bodies collided in carnal cadence. It was after midnight and the club was now in lockdown where anything goes. As Marie looked around the room she could see other bodies in the darkness in various stages of nudity. It appeared as though most of the women and many of the men were now topless. Some people were completely nude while others collided with a ferocity that left little to the imagination. She watched one woman at the bar across the dance floor who knelt in front of her partner obviously consuming his manhood with a vigor that made her wonder how long the man would be able to endure his partner?s attentions.

Suddenly she felt a hot breath on her neck as Eric leaned in apparently with the intent of devouring her neck. His teeth gently bit at her and she felt electricity race down her spine and raise the hair on her arms. She leaned her head away from him to expose more of her flesh to his hunger. He kissed up the line of her jaw to bury his tongue behind her ear and nibble at her once more, this time at her earlobe. His hand now covered her right breast and squeezed it firmly but with a tenderness that had the intended effect of making her heart race. Her breathing quickened and Marie felt the room temperature around her raise by several degrees.

?Well, you look like you are having fun.? The voice snapped Marie back to reality. She felt Eric straighten and move away from her. Alina and John stood in front of them. John?s hand was notably planted on Alina?s right ass cheek. ?Marie, I need to go to restroom. Maybe you would like go also?? Alina asked.

?Sure,? Marie said. She stood, grabbed her purse, and the two ladies disappeared into the dance crowd moving toward the bathrooms at the back of the club.

?Whew,? John said as he sat down across from Eric. ?You?re one lucky guy. Alina is crazy hot!?

?Thank you. Marie is quite a catch, herself. I?ve never met a woman with skin so soft,? Eric returned.

?Moisturizer. She lathers it on each time she gets out of the shower and before bed. We must go through gallons of the stuff. Costs me a small fortune but I don?t say a word because rubbing up against her is like being massaged by kitten paws,? John chuckled.

Eric raised his glass. John reciprocated. ?To hot women,? Eric toasted.

?Hot women who enjoy the attention of regular guys like us,? John replied. The two clinked their glasses together and gave each other a satisfied smile.

In the restroom Alina was standing in front of the mirror refreshing her lipstick when Marie exited the stall and approached the double vanity. Marie washed her hands. ?Eric really likes you,? Alina said, looking at Marie?s reflection in the mirror.

?I?m sorry if things got a little out of hand,? Marie replied. A slight blush crept into her cheeks. She took a mascara brush from her purse and began to reapply the makeup to her eyelashes.

?No, no, no! My husband?s happiness makes me happy,? Alina said. ?Anyway, I think John is very interesting.?

?I could tell that he was very impressed with you too.?

Alina smiled. ?Look, we have hotel room very near here. It is noisy in this place. Maybe you and John would like come back with us and relax. No pressure. We can just have a drink and talk if you like.?

?Ok. I?ll talk to John and see what he wants to do. It sounds like fun.?

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Eric had to swipe his room key three times before the electronic lock clicked and the red LED on the lock turned green. ?Damn key cards,? he muttered as he opened the door and flipped on the light. Of course, it could have been the four glasses of wine that set him at odds with the hotel?s security but it was easier to blame the key card. Both couples entered the small suite in the common area. Beyond a half wall, a spacious king size bed, neatly made, subtly reminded them each of why they were there.

?Have a seat. Make yourself at home. We have some more wine in the mini fridge if you?d like,? Eric said.

?I always have room for good wine,? Marie giggled.

?Make that two,? John said.

Eric moved to the kitchenette, retrieved some glasses and the wine, and began pouring them each another drink. Marie and John sat on the spacious couch that took up the entire wall of one side of the common area. Alina moved to help Eric in the kitchenette. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She planted a big kiss on his cheek.

?Ya lyublyu teba, moi zaichick,? she said.

Eric turned to face his mate. ?I love you too, sweetheart.? He kissed her deeply and wrapped his arms around her. When they broke their embrace, Eric turned to the glasses, gave one to Alina and walked two over to their guests. As he returned to pick up his own glass, Alina moved to the couch and sat herself down between Marie and John. The three chuckled nervously.

?Maybe some music would be good,? Eric said. He removed his iPhone from his pocket and walked to the counter to turn on the bluetooth speaker there. He fiddled with the phone until he found a playlist he thought would be appropriate. When the music began, he returned to the couch to sit on the opposite side of Marie; she was sandwiched between him and Alina who, herself, was between Marie and John.

?Marie,? Alina started,?I really like your skin. It is so soft.? She ran her fingers down Marie?s arm.

?You have beautiful eyes,? Marie replied. She reached up and stroked Alina?s cheek with her open palm. Mick Jagger called from the speaker across the room, proclaiming to the world that he didn?t need no beast of burden. Ronnie Wood?s soulful guitar greased Mick?s sharp vocals into a relaxing buttery smooth tune.

Marie?s palm cupped Alina?s jaw and drew her lips closer. The two women kissed. As their lips met, Eric buried his face in Marie?s raven dark hair. His hand slid under her arm to cup her breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his touch. John slid his hand down Alina?s thigh, gently caressing her leg while sliding her dress up so slightly. He began to kiss her neck. Alina groaned at the sensation of his lips on her and Marie began to kiss her more deeply, flicking her tongue across Alina?s teeth to massage the brunette?s tongue with her own. Alina reached behind her, her hand seeking the hardness restlessly growing within John?s lap. She found him and squeezed to feel the organ pulse beneath her touch.

Marie broke the kiss with Alina and turned the attention of her lips to Eric?s hungry mouth. Her dress rode higher as she shifted her hips to face him and the hand that had previously fondled her ass slid again up the back of her leg, under her dress, and past the lace top of her stockings to stroke the underside of her buttocks.

Alina remained facing Eric and Marie, watching their caresses. John became more insistent now that Marie had turned her attention away. He nibbled at Alina?s ear and his hand had made it inside the top of her dress, under her bra, where he was now lightly pinching her erect nipple. Her hand continued to stroke his erection and he seemed to be moving his hips into each clinch of her grasp. She watched as Marie?s dress rode up to expose the black garter that held up her gray stockings. Eric?s hand moved up further and Alina could see the smooth tan skin of Marie?s ass appear beneath his fingers. Soon his fingers were drifting across the black smooth satin back of her thong. Alina felt the wetness between her legs grow. She was learning that seeing another woman yield to her husband?s caress turned her on like little else.

Alina stood and took John?s hand. She smiled and lead him around the divider to the bed in the other room. In the bedroom, John picked Alina up and placed her on the side of the bed. He removed his jacket and dr*ped it over the chair in the corner. His tie soon followed and he leaned over Alina as she lay back on the bed. He held himself up by a hand on either side of her shoulder and kissed her deeply. Her fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt, exposing the tan and muscular physique beneath his clothes. She slid her hands up his abdomen, feeling her fingers sink into the hair of his chest as she felt his pectoral muscles. While shaved men felt nice, there was something so masculine about a man with some hair on his chest that made her belly flutter.

John pressed in between Alina?s legs. She spread her knees for him, allowing his pelvis to move closer to her. She gripped his body with her thighs and pulled him nearer yet, feeling her dress rise to expose her butt. His thighs pressed against her ass as he leaned further into her, his lips bearing down harder against her, and her breasts forced against him. After a moment, John stood and removed his shirt. He also took off the silver heels glittering on her feet. He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet. She stood a good three inches shorter than him now without her heels. He kicked off his shoes to help even the disparity but he still towered above her. Not as much as Marie but Alina was more lithe than his voluptuous wife and he felt like a giant handling a fairy when he held her. He turned her around and swept her hair from her back and across her shoulder. In one smooth motion, he unzipped her dress and pulled it off her back, down her arms, and past her hips. The black dress fell to the floor. He turned her back around to face him and she looked up at him in all her naked splendor.

?So what do you think?? she asked, smiling slyly at him.

?Very nice,? he answered. His eyes crawled across her figure. Her breasts were smaller than Marie?s but still full and perky. Her hips were proportionate and her flat belly lead down to her bare pubis. Her skin was dark from the sun but white tan lines enveloped her breasts and hips. She placed her hands between his legs.

?Ahh, you DO like,? she grinned. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them to the ground around his feet, simultaneously descending to her knees. She looked up into his eyes. He smiled back at her. Still staring at him, she placed her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down to the floor as well. His cock sprang forward as the waistband slipped past him and swayed in front of her face. A light shock of short dark hair lay above his dick and continued in a narrow trail up his belly. The hairless sack containing his balls swung below. Alina placed her hands on either side of his hips and buried her face in his balls, licking and gently sucking them into her mouth. His scent was strongest here, musky and masculine but not overbearing and somewhat appealing in a primal sort of way.

John?s cock pressed against the side of Alina?s nose as she massaged his balls with her lips and tongue. He wasn?t huge but was certainly large enough. When she moved to grasp his shaft, it filled her hand nicely. She brought the head of his dick to her lips and noticed the precum already glistening on the tip. She licked it off by slowly dragging her tongue up the frenulum and across the opening in his glans. He shuddered and let out a quiet whimper. Her tongue probed his penile opening before she sucked the entire head of his cock into her mouth. An audible moan escaped him this time. Alina sucked John?s cock deep into her mouth, sliding her tongue around his shaft and head as her hand worked the base of his dick back and forth. As she jerked him, his hands grasped her head and he began to gently fuck her mouth. She loved the feeling of him taking his pleasure from her.

After a few moments, John lifted Alina up back onto the bed and knelt between her legs. He dr*ped her knees across his shoulders and, before the anticipation could build any higher within her, buried his face in her pussy. Greedily he lapped at her wetness, his tongue probing inside her, licking up the side of her lips, and then flicking repeatedly across her clit. He continued this, sometimes surprisingly dropping lower to lick the barren strand of flesh between her pussy and anus and then quickly moving back to surround her clit with his lips and tongue. She inhaled sharply each time his tongue swept across her taint. Soon her hips were bucking forward, pressing into his face, while her hands were on his head pulling him tighter against her swollen femininity. Her knees raised higher in the air and she spread her legs wider to bring him in further. He licked her pussy steadily until she began to pant and moan loudly. Her moans increased in frequency until she suddenly went quiet and her whole body went rigid. She shuddered and mashed his face into her groin as she came, the whole of her body forced against him through her pussy as each wave of bliss washed over her. He slowed but continued to lick at the lips of her womanhood until she collapsed, melting into a pool of pleasure, a single ?Ahhhh? leaping from her lips.

John raised from between her legs, his mouth glistening with the wetness from her crotch. Before he had a chance to wipe it clean, Alina raised and, with both hands, drew his face to her. She kissed him deeply and licked her cum from his mouth.

?That was good,? she said. ?But now you need to take off your socks?

?Oh really?? John smiled back at her. ?Why is that??

?Because I do not like to fuck men with socks on.?

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Eric was amazed to watch his wife lead John by the hand into the bedroom. Was this the same woman who just hours before was concerned about whether or not she would be able to go through with this? The brazenness of her actions made his cock jump within his pants. Marie must have been reading his mind because as soon as he felt his dick move, he felt her unzip his pants and wriggle her hand inside to grasp his bare erection and extract it from its cotton prison. She straddled his legs, still kissing him deeply, driving her tongue into his mouth to wrestle with his own, and began stroking his cock toward her. He felt the wet head of his dick press into the cotton of her sweater dress as she simultaneously seemed to press back against him. Eric began to lift his hips with each stroke, fucking her hand as Marie jerked him off.

When she finally stepped away from him, Marie?s dress had ridden up well beyond her black satin thong. She reached for the hem and in one smooth movement slipped it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were contained by a matching bra and her figure couldn?t be more feminine or exciting to Eric. Though his dick was free and standing proudly through his fly, it still seemed to strain harder at the clothing covering the rest of his crotch as Marie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She lowered her arms and her bra fell to the floor beside her dress. Her breasts were large and firm and her nipples stood hard and erect against her dark, medium sized, areolas. Marie turned and bent over slightly, sticking her ass out toward him, as she slipped out of her panties. From behind he could see her bare pussy lips and could already see the glimmer of moisture at the cleft between them. It was apparent that Marie tanned in the nude. She slowly rose back up and turned back to face him.

?Stand up,? she commanded. Eric did as he was told. ?Take off the rest of your clothes.? Eric hurriedly and unceremoniously stripped before Marie. His body was mostly hairless and pale but muscular. His uncircumcised dick stood out from a slight tuft of red hair and, like John, his balls were shaved clean. ?You?re going to fuck my tits,? she told him and she knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth. His dick felt thicker than John?s, especially at the base, and maybe slightly longer but still manageable. Marie had mastered deep throating long ago with her boyfriend in college who was huge compared to all the other men she had subsequently been with so taking Eric?s cock into her mouth to the root was no problem. Eric jumped as the head of his dick rubbed the back of her throat.

?Oh my God,? he exclaimed. ?That feels so good.? He soon had Marie?s head in her hands, lost in the act of pumping her mouth. She pulled off of him and wrapped his now dripping cock in her tits. Eric continued pumping, the firm flesh enveloping him until his cockhead poked from her cleavage. Marie lowered her head to flick her tongue across the glistening glans before it descended again into the warm caress of her bosom. Eric was in complete ecstasy and soon his thrusting increased as he fucked Marie?s tits with abandon. I should wait he told himself, but the sensation of her soft chest engulfing his member had him quickly losing control.

?Jesus, I?m going to cum,? Eric proclaimed, still heartily plunging into Marie?s tits.

?Yes, cum for me,? Marie said. She took another lick of his cock, this time sucking the very tip between her lips. Whether it was the last little suck or her naughty commandment, Eric could take no more and with a final thrust, a hot stream of cum shot from his penis and splashed on Marie?s neck. She raised her tits again, swallowing his spurting dick with her chest and felt it pulse again and again, leaving her covered in his seed.

Once Eric?s trembling finally subsided, Marie stood and smiled at him. ?Hooray for you,? she said, ?that was nice. But, it sounds like we need to go check on our spouses and see what they?re up to.? Eric agreed. They both walked into the bedroom following the moans coming from the other side of the divider.

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Eric rounded the divider behind Marie and was greeted by the sight of his wife, in all of her nude glory, on all fours being ravished by John. Alina?s tits swayed with each of John?s thrusts, themselves punctuated by the sharp slapping sound of their flesh meeting with ferocity. John had a determined but engrossed stare on his face, biting his lower lip. He did not appear to notice his new audience. He stood behind Alina, holding her hips and pulling her back onto his stiff dick as he pressed deeper into her. Her moans escalated with each impact of their pelvises. Soon Alina buried her face into the bed and her hands gripped the sheets with an intensity that could only mean one thing. With her ass in the air and John continuing to pound her, Alina?s muffled scream signaled the massive orgasm that swept through her body emphasized by a shuddering arch of her back.

Once Alina?s moans returned to a more steady pace, Eric noticed his cock had returned to a rigidity that begged to be used. He lead Marie to the bed and placed her on all fours beside Alina, facing John so he could watch his wife?s face as she fucked another man. Marie?s pussy was slick with desire and Eric slid easily inside her. As he pressed, the rim of his cockhead massaged the entrance to her pussy. Marie was quickly rocking back into his dick, taking him deeper inside. They worked up an easy rhythm that had both breathing harder. Eric looked at Alina who now grunted each time John drove his cock into her pussy. She smiled back at him.

?How do you like Marie?s pussy?? Alina purred.

?Oh baby, she?s so wet. It feels so good inside her.?

?Mmm, give me your cock and let me taste her.? Eric extracted his wet dick from Marie?s warm hole and offered it to his wife. Alina greedily sucked him into her mouth. She now had two holes filled by dick and relished the feeling. Eric pushed further into her mouth, causing her to sit further back on John?s stony prick. John then plunged into her further, colliding with her ass and forcing her face down on Eric?s cock. She loved it. Her husband had a sweet, almost tangy, taste to him that she knew was Marie?s juices. He must be doing something right to have the other woman so excited by him. Just then, she felt Marie?s lips on her nipples as the raven haired beauty sucked at her tits. Eric reached down to finger Marie?s pussy while she lapped at his wife?s breasts. Then she surprised Alina further by sliding between her legs and starting to eat her pussy while John?s dick slid in and out of her. ?Ahhhhhh!? Alina moaned. The sensation of two cocks inside her and a tongue on her pussy was overwhelming and she once again rocketed into orgasm. Her whole body vibrated and she collapsed on her side in a heap of tingling nerves.

John withdrew his prick from Alina and sank it in his wife?s waiting mouth. She moaned around his dick and sucked hard on it. Eric moved between her tan thighs and entered her from above. The two men fucked Marie feverishly and within moments she began to writhe on the bed and moan louder. Hearing the noises coming from this sultry vixen made Eric drive into her with abandon. His whole body rocked back and forth, slamming into Marie?s sex and his own sounds became more insistent as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

The expression on John?s face finally switched from determined concentration to wide eyed surprise. Marie?s face was buried deep into his balls and his cock had disappeared into her mouth. With a single violent grunt John released into his waiting wife?s throat. Marie sucked harder as her man emptied his salty cum into her. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and it sprung free with an audible pop. A thick string of cum stretched from the tip of his dick to the corner of Marie?s mouth. When the thread finally stretched to the point of breaking, a hefty dollop of cum landed on her face, forming a clear rivulet that ran down the side of her cheek.

That sensation must have been enough to push Marie over the edge because at that very moment she sat up, grabbed Eric?s shoulders, and with a forceful thrust against his pelvis she came. Marie?s body shook with ecstasy and she wailed, ?Oh my Gooooooood!? Eric sat back on his knees, withdrawing from Marie, and wrapped his thumb and forefinger tightly against the base of his dick. Just as cum erupted from him, Alina?s lips clamped down on the head of his cock. He inhaled sharply while more of his semen rocketed into her mouth. Though she drank down his fluids as quickly as she could, wetness still ran down his shaft and dripped from his balls.

Eric crumpled beside his wife. Alina laid her head on his chest.

?So, baby, what did you think?? he asked her.

?I have one question. When can we do it again??

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