Know what I wish I was doing? Camping with the guys. "Why?" you ask? Because I wish everyone of those guys was rubbing his cock over my face, slapping...my pussy, fucking my ass. Damn. I'm seriously so horny, I should not even be writing.I was going to try to write another story for Babble (the site I originally posted this story for). But it's not even worth it. I can't think about a well written piece of fiction. All I can do is think about cocks and pussies. Yes pussies too. I would take. .. you like me to wash your hand and cock off for you?" I asked, slightly unsure."For now ... yes," he said as he nodded towards the bathroom. I scrambled to my feet and quickly returned with the steaming hot washcloth. He held his Vaseline-covered hand out for me and when I had that cleaned off, I rinsed out the washcloth and returned to attend to his cock. He let his legs fall open and I dropped to my knees before him and took that dormant monster into my hands and tenderly cleaned off the. I assumed."Damn that robe".The snugness created by the tingling in my crotch, where I could feel mytestes retract up into me painfully, the ball sac empty now, tucking backinside and forming a small vertical fold that promised in the days tocome to become my girlish cleft. Shuddering and spasming almostviolently, the tingling continued on up my spine and ribcage tugging theskin as it progressed tightening at a spot just below my ribs.I was pulled in tightly by my own skin and muscles, all this. WTF is going on now i though as I reach to rub my restrained cock through my pants. My wife then stepped to the couch, straddled his legs, and in 1 smooth downward push impaled herself on that giant dick. I heard her gasp as she hit bottom, how could she fit all that inside her. She then settled into a nice grinding motion as she work that cock up into her belly. Now that her big tits were in play that SOB fucking my wife had 2 hands full of her breast to rub and suck, which he did like a.