Beth and I decided to wear matching clothes, right down to our underwear. It wasn't a problem, given our respective wardrobes. We both grew up wearing...identical clothes and our tastes matched perfectly, meaning a lot of the stuff we bought independently was the same too. We decided on the simple, classic look; black high heels, black panties and bra, clean white blouse and short black skirt. Easy to look good in, easy to take off. We also worked out our game plan. Almost.* * *The next two days. The slanging would include the guys probably promising to do things to each other’s husband after the wrestling finished. All of this, Rob and I agreed, would only enhance the event and help to make it the most memorable of occasions.The day of the match Rob and Sue arrived and went straight to their room to shower and prepare, they liked to follow our format for preparing for the bout, a long intimate shower, careful towelling dry by the partner then the application of the light oil designed. Eventually I blasted my cum up into Fanny's pussy while feasting on Molly's. The ladies concentrated their caresses on my flaccid cock, Fanny's cunt saturated with both of our spendings became my repast. Once at full stiffness, Molly rode me for at least a half hour, halting a couple times to enjoy body shaking orgasms before my final cum of the evening spawned her final one as well. All of us afterwards luxuriated in the post orgasm bliss along with and more profoundly the culminating. And he wasn't going to be gentle about it."Well, straight men don't get off on sucking cock, do they, boy?" Kyle asked, pulling James in by his hair. "Fuck, doesn't matter to me either way. I'll fuck you whether you get hard for it or not, all I care about is getting off. Don't much care either way if you get off with me. But you should be thankful. Fags just like you have paid money to suck me off. You're a lucky k**, bitch." Grinning, Kyle rubbed the sensitive head of his dick against James'.
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