Darcy Gets Fooled

Darcie pulled Jim up to kiss him, again swirling her tongue around his cheeks and teeth and share the flavor of her passion she found there. Breaking his embrace, she turned around and kissed her husband and pushed some of the sweet residue of her sex into mouth as well.

"Oh, that was good," she panted. "Hold me up guys. My legs are still quivering. That was just awesome." Both men put their arms around her, pressing their hardness into her belly and back. "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life! Let's get out of here. Jim, I want you in my mouth. And Bill, I want you inside me, NOW!" Not to argue, they quickly dried off most of the water and raced Darcie to the bed. She giggled and grabbed at their erect swinging meat that leaked with desire. With all that had happened over the last couple of hours, she was amazed one of them had not yet spontaneously erupted. Climbing in the middle of the room's king sized bed she got on her hands and knees and patted the bed in front of her. "Jim, get down here. You really deserve a blow job now!" Not one to argue, he quickly found a comfortable position in front of her, spreading his legs apart and leaning back on the pillows, so she could crawl up to him and inhale his manhood for the second time that night.

"Stop that and fuck me!" Darcie broke away from Jim's dick long enough to complain about the flash of the camera on her husband's phone. Bill was collecting some long lasting souvenirs of the night. Putting the phone down, he knelt behind her and ran his hand up and down her moist, slippery lips and clit. She was so wet, it was like they were dating again. He watched her long auburn locks bouncing beside her bobbing head. Jim's eyes were closed and the muscles on his stomach were taught. His balls were drawn up and he was already close to filling my lovers lips with an evening's worth of built up passion. She was so lubricated Bill slid into his wife's pussy with hardly any resistance, barely feeling his entry. He wasted no time, pounding her hard and mercilessly, having waited for hours, not counting the days of planning, to bury himself there on this night. Her muscles inside reacted to his pummeling and opened up for him, prelude to another orgasm. Bill knew from years of experience, the reason she wanted him inside right away was because it was so easy for her to come again after a strong orgasm. Continuing to impale and slap her with his groin, he felt her pussy open up and push against him as she started to reach her peak and knew she was about to come. It took a lot of will power, but he pulled out before they all exploded. Releasing Jim's tool from her mouth, she pleaded "Nooo...don't stop!"

"Switch!" Bill said, and before Darcie could stop them, they swapped ends. Jim, hoping, but clearly not expecting such good fortune quickly moved behind her and began pumping her back to a peak. Bill stared into his shocked wife's eyes. Her face was red and her shoulders pink. Lips were parted, and she was barely breathing, so close to another orgasm. As she closed her eyes and strained to come, he told her, "Eat me!" and pulled her head down to his throbbing pleasure. She could not do much to stop him, having little control by now over her body's reaction. She was coming continuously with each powerful stroke of Jim's tool. As her butt was slammed from behind with the cowboy's long powerful strokes, her head and lips were pushed up and down her husband's shaft. The sensation for her husband was not that strong; she did not have enough focus to suck or tongue him and could barely take a breath. But, it was enough stimulation for Bill who helped by pumping his own shaft into his wife's mouth. He felt the rush and tingle that signaled immediate release and held Darcie's head steady with his free hand.

The cowboy happened to ride home at the same time and was very vocal about it. "oh, yeah, oh god," he carried on.

Darcie might have made some noises of her own, but Bill came in his wife's mouth first with a huge, built up for hours, gush. When the first jet of fluid hit the back of her throat she coughed and pulled away, but let him continue to paint her face and lips, spitting out what she wasn't forced to swallow, letting it add to the dribble on her chin. Jim finished up with a few more pumps and groans and collapsed beside the couple on the large hotel bed. Bill then pulled his weak, exhausted and still slightly drunk wife up to him and kissed her, tasting the shared passion and juices of the evening. Reaching down, while their tongues swirled together, he bathed his fingers between her thighs in the juices that the Jim had deposited there. It was a wonderful, memorable moment. He pleased to see when he opened his eyes, that their friend had his phone out and was recording the moment for everyone to enjoy later. Bill hoped that Jim's wife might enjoy this captured moment as well, since a really hot picture of Darcie might encourage shared participation in the future.

Bill helped his spent wife roll over so she could rest comfortably between her two men and placed a pillow under her head. She lay on her back while holding their slippery retreating dongs, closed her eyes and said, "I was wrong earlier...THAT was the hardest I've ever come in my life!"

Jim and Bill rested with her in a hot sweaty mess on the bed and daydreamed of someday watching their two redheads joining together in a hot sweaty mess as well.