It was getting late and a couple of guys were asking about my wife. I told them I would love to see them fuck the hell out of her, that I had been try...ng to talk her into that for years. One guy was named Joe and the other was Jim, they said let them have a chance. They started flirting with my wife-her name is Barb. Barb is pretty d***k and we all ended up on the top deck. Joe was in a lounge chair and Barb was on top of him making out with him. Which is as far as anyone gets with her. Jim was. My cock wanted to be rubbed or sucked . . . any kind of contact would help. “I don’t think this is going to happen, Ashley,” I said. “Sure it will, Daddy,” she said, sliding down so her pussy was against one of my knees. She rubbed herself against me. “Am I helping?” I could feel her pussy, could see the fine blonde hair. I tensed my leg and pressed back. We both saw pre-come form at the end of my cock. “Oh, Daddy, there it is again!” She pretended to pout. “And I can’t even touch it.” I moved. He pulled my skirt up, and directed his black cock under my thighs. I felt a huge bulge forcing its way into my moist cavity. I was moaning and groaning as he pushed himself further into me, breaking away my resistance. He was inside me, moving back and forward stiffly. His cock was powerful and moved at a rhythmic pace, slowly, then accelerating and in the end thumping against my thighs and penetrating me deeper and deeper. He felt a lot more certain of himself being inside me, and wrapped his. I can barely recognize my own voice. The cock in my pussy is moving horizontally while the one drilling my ass is aimed almost vertically downwards. They almost cross their swords inside me. The guy on top of me is leaning forward so much. I bet that if my pussy was unoccupied, the silhouette of his dick would be visible through my slit. He's obviously tired though. He changes the angle again and his cock starts hitting my uterus together with the other one. That is something I totally cannot.