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We three seem to sleep well together in a king size bed, whether at our home or a hotel, and in the morning always wake up horny and wanting to play. The morning after St. Patrick’s Day - Friday morning - was no exception, and after some preliminaries Ginger climbed on top of Mario and started queening him…they were in no rush as she controlled the thrusting, both of them enjoying the grinding and body contact. However, this was having an effect on me - I was hard again, and my dick was looking for a dark and hot place to hide. After kissing and sucking on her rosy starfish I reached for the lube, squeezed some on my hands, heated it by rubbing them together, then applied some to my erection and her inviting ass hole. I climbed up behind my wife, spread her feet further apart, then set my knees down between his legs and her feet, and introduced my cock to her higher opening. Being so welcomed and well lubricated, my cock had no difficulty sinking gently to the depths of her bowels. Once in, I leaned over Ginger’s back and hugged her, prompting her to turn her head to me for a kiss. When I straightened up and grabbed her ass in both hands, she leaned forward into a kiss with Mario, who was enthusiastically participating in this double penetration. I’m never in a hurry to finish in Ginger’s ass, and especially so when her pussy is being filled and fucked so well by another man’s hard cock, and this was no exception…I took my time, enjoying slow in-and-out explorations of her tight back passage, feeling his cock bumping mine as we both took our fill of her body and soul. When eventually my stroke cadence increased and I started a gallop toward the finish line, they both gave me their encouragement to spill my seed in my wife’s bottom, and I spent my early morning energy emptying my balls into the far reaches of her intestines in a crashing orgasm that found me plastered against her back and gasping for air while they complimented me on my style and passion.

The moment seemed right for my morning shower, so I refreshed myself in the bathroom then returned to the bedroom to find the orange juice broken out, the coffee on, and Mario dealing, as he had warned us the evening before he would probably have to, with a business emergency over his cell phone. After several refreshing glasses of juice and restorative cups of coffee (theirs fortified liberally with Bailey’s), Ginger’s pussy made a polite but firm request for special treatment, so I pushed her onto her back in the bed and returned to that spacey other-and-better-world that I enter [returning to the womb?] when my face is between her legs.

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Her pussy was even juicier than normal, and her reactions more acute than usual…both of these being sure signs of her super arousal. Fluids poured out of her, and that drove me wild. I pushed the flat of my tongue hard against her pubic bone - an action that normally gets just a warm reaction - and found her driving it back demandingly at my tongue, which would respond again by pushing back, until the flood gushing over it would prompt my tongue to delve lower and deeper into the syrupy depths of the fleshy flower that somehow revealed its secret as the source of the flow. Because of her extreme state of horniness, every brush of my tongue across her engorged clitoris would result in a pelvic clamping that would transform back into a push as I moved off her clit and onto her pubic bone. As this buildup was accelerating I heard Mario conclude his phone call, and felt the bed roll as he slid onto it and engaged her in a deep kiss. She was on a one-way trip to a big orgasm until we heard his phone ring again and he got off the bed to deal once more with his business emergency. Unwilling to let Ginger cum without Mario’s participation, I spread her legs without lessening my lingual ravishing of her private parts, leaving her just on the brink of a huge release and moaning in frustration. This time he had to make several calls, and I kept her in that state of suspended orgasm by keeping her legs apart while aggressively eating her twitching twat until he concluded his business and again returned to his place at her head. Without raising my own head I could tell she had clamped her mouth onto his hot and hard boner, so I let her legs come together and resumed my frantic snatch lashing, concentrating now on the white-hard and prominent pearl that was her clit.

However, this scene didn’t quite play out the way Ginger and I thought it would; during her one-way drive to orgasmic fulfilment Mario’s screams indicated he was filling her mouth with his seed. That was way too much for her overheated libido…as she held his scalding sexual essence in her mouth she went over the top herself, and with a muffled scream of her own she convulsed against my tongue into a soul-searing orgasm that threatened to break my jaw and snap every tendon in her body. I hung on, my tongue pushing in my own horny desperation against her pelvic pressure as I dug my feet into the mattress, and I rode the storm until it passed.

When I got to my knees to complete this session by kissing my wife I realized that she had somehow had the presence of mind to retain his load in her mouth, and she broke into a gorgeous open-mouthed smile divided by a naughty tongue that had turned snow white. In awe, I picked up the camera and framed a heart-breakingly beautiful portrait of her cradling Mario’s DNA in her sweet mouth, then handed the camera to him and took her in my arms. As he captured the moment on the camera’s movie mode, our mouths came together in a Hollywood kiss, then separated enough to let our tongues play outside our mouths, Mario’s slimy seed slipping and sliding between them in a confirmation of the extent of our enduring love that Mario, by his participation, had only strengthened.

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