Weekend outing went out of normal with friends – 06

Read Weekend outing went out of normal with friends previous parts in this link.

“You,” I reminded Aria, looking right at her so she couldn’t miss the reference. “You were almost as bad as this one. You’ll get yours.” I watched her turn pale, her breath catching, as her hand paused in its stroking. Then Elias’s hand was on hers, reminding her.

“On your back,” I told Carter, returning my attention to her.

She acceded quickly, and I opened her legs leaning over her. “I’m going to fuck you until you come for our friends,” I told her, easing the head of my cock back into her sweet tightness.

This position was a winner; I opened her legs wide, and pounded her, leaning over and looking down into that beautiful face. I kissed her repeatedly, claiming her, my tongue filling her mouth possessively. As the fucking continued, and her excited moans got louder and more frequent, Aria entered the picture, kneeling down beside her friend, and playing with her tits.

“God, you look so hot like that,” I heard Aria whisper, “taking all of him.” She bent her head forward and took a hard little nipple in her mouth. I looked over at Nora to see how she was taking all of this, and was shocked to see her straddling Dylan, facing me, his stiff rod clearly disappearing inside of my wife.

She looked a little embarrassed, and then gave a small shrug. She leaned forward and slowly eased herself into position to occupy Carter’s other tit. I heard the grind of wood on wood as Dylan pushed the couch away giving him room to screw my wife from behind.

Carter was going crazy by this point, all the attention, and the extending fucking setting all her nerve endings on fire. I stood more erect, holding her legs in a wide V and watching her pussy getting stretched to the limit at the end of each stroke.

The first orgasm to explode from her came as no surprise, but the continuous, uninterrupted chain of quivering releases almost scared me. I started to slow down, but my wife grabbed my hand. “No,” she said. “Fuck her harder.”

I did as commanded, gripping her thighs just above her hips, and fucking the poor creature as fast and powerfully as I could. My hips were a blur and my lower back was aching as she split the air with a huge scream, arching below me, and then settling back onto the table.

It had pushed me to the very brink myself, and I finished with a series of long full strokes, coming inside the long-time object of my lust. I looked up at her pretty face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally relaxed, for the moment unaware of her surroundings.

I collapsed back on the nearest couch, huffing and puffing like I’d run a marathon. I felt movement at my waist, and looked down to see Aria getting comfortable.

“Hi,” she said almost shyly.

I had to laugh, “Hi.”

She reached for my cock, gently holding it in her fingers, tugging a little. “Do you think you might have anything left for me?” she asked, softly.

I looked over to the other side of the table and was greeted by a beautiful sight. Nora was on her hands and knees, taking Dylan at one end, while Elias filled her mouth at the other. She looked as happy as a clam. A well stuffed clam.

“I don’t think Dylan will mind if we bend our rules,” she said, “especially since he started it.” She leaned in and put her mouth on my cock.

“I won’t be up to another session like that for a while, probably not for days,” I warned her.

“Good. That’s not what I want. I want to ride you into the sunset,” she giggled. “Or into the dawn.” She put her mouth back down to resuscitate my junior partner. I let her do her job, while I watched my wife get spun like a top, her two partners switching openings. I almost laughed as I saw them ‘high-five’ over her. While my wife was blowing Dylan, he reached down beside him where the stuff from the table was stacked, and took a swig from the rum, then passed it to Elias, who did likewise. He then reached over and came up with one of the cigars.

“Hold on a sec,” he told his little cock-sucker, and dislodged long enough to grab a long piece of bark, get it burning in the fireplace, and use it to light his cigar. He took a deep draw and smiled, slowly letting the smoke rise to the ceiling. He looked over to see me leaning back, with his wife attached to my cock and raised his cigar in salute. He seemed to think better of it and scrambled over to where we were.

He passed me the cigar, while his hands glided over his wife. “Just don’t break her, OK?”

I laughed, “I should say the same.”

Dylan caressed Aria’s ass, sliding down her crack, “You’re OK with this, right baby?”

She took her mouth off my cock, looked up at me and winked, “If it’s what you really want,” she said softly, tentatively.

“Just this once,” he said, looking back over his shoulder to where Nora’s vacant mouth beckoned.

Aria smiled at me and winked again, “Just this weekend, I’ll go along with whatever you want, do whatever you want, be your slut-wife.” The sound of her voice and the look in her eye were definitely on different teams.

He gave her a kiss on the shoulder, and headed back to my wife, taking the time to light up the other cigar.

“Look at them,” I whispered to Aria, who sat up and looked to the side. The image of my wife being assaulted from behind by Elias’s insistent pounding, while Dylan just relaxed as Nora swallowed his cock, both men smoking big old cigars, will stick with me for years.

Carter on the other hand just lay there where we left her, semi-catatonic. Aria laughed. “I thought it was just a saying, but I think you literally fucked her brains out.”

“Let’s give our spouses some privacy,” I told her, “and I’ve got to do something about Carter, I’m feeling guilty.”

I got up and carried Carter to the furthest bed, leaning her against the outside wall, covering her with a sheet. She woke partially, moaning, “No more, please, no more.” I bestowed a small kiss on her lips before I left for my new partner.

I went back to get Aria, and almost died laughing when Nora tore into Elias. “If you drop your ashes on me one more time, Eliasiel, that will be the last time you get any part of me this entire weekend! Jesus, even Liam doesn’t do that!”

He acted appropriately contrite, and I was quiet as I escorted Aria back to the same bed I’d tucked Carter into. She hesitated. “Why not the other one?”

“I just thought I’d leave that one for the other three. Right now, I think we’re paired up for the rest of the night.”

My words turned out to be true. Aria rode me for an eternity, and then we switched places and I was happy to return the favor. She was able to get me to come before too long, but went right back to work, getting me hard again for more mutual riding.

Carter’s little voice got my attention, as Aria leaned back and admired her latest handiwork, a large thick red hard-on, just looking for a place to call home. “Jesus, Liam. Doesn’t that thing EVER go down?”

I reached over and pulled her lips to mine. “Not so long as you two are near me and unclothed.”

Aria mounted me again, looking for another orgasm in her long procession of passion eruptions.

Carter crawled closer, “God, I ache all over, and I may never walk again,” she moaned. She clutched my arm tightly leaning her forehead against my temple.

“I swear,” she said softly, “if you EVER do anything like that to me again…”

I waited, as did Aria, who stopped her grinding for the moment. “Yes?” I finally asked.

“If you do….” she said softly, “I’ll be ruined for other men, and you’ll have to keep me for your own.” She leaned in and kissed me with a growing passion, while Aria switched from grinding to rocking.

I didn’t fuck Carter any more that night, although Aria did manage to squeeze another one out of me.

We got to watch the boys take my wife to the other bed and take turns tit-fucking her, and then alternating their use of her. Anytime they left her alone, she made for one of their cocks, her mouth working its wonders. I don’t know when they finally gave up; I was long asleep by then.

* * *

Once more I was the last to awake, but this time it was nowhere near as glorious as the previous day.

Not only was I sore from head to toe, but my ‘alarm clock’ was shaking the bed like a Jiffy-pop shaker.

I opened my eyes and growled, “Enough.”

“Man, you’re a hard sleeper,” Elias teased sitting on the bed opposite. “You already missed all the drama.”

A lifetime’s worth of amazing memories created in one night. It was all coming back to me. “Jesus! What a night!” I stretched and stood in front of Elias who, reached out with the back of his hand, and pointed my morning wood away from his face.

“Fuck dude! Don’t point that at me – I’ve seen what it can do. I thought my wife was going to have to leave here in a wheelchair.”

I walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open and laughed. “Look who’s talking. I’m amazed we’re not pumping my wife’s stomach this morning. You seemed awfully relaxed, smoking’ a cigar, having a drink, while Nora sucked you dry,” I reminded him.

Weekend outing went out of normal with friends – 06 will continue in the next page.