As I go through my paces, his face keeps popping into my mind and finally I finish, sweating and panting, legs tingling and glad that I had gotten thr...ugh it. I see the light flashing on my phone, a text message, and my pulse races. Grabbing my towel, I wipe my sweaty face. Moving over to the bed, sitting down, I pick up my phone and read the text waiting for me. “My… pussy... better be hot and moist, your clit hard and begging to be stroked…” Suddenly my spine loses its ability to hold me up. When he stopped fucking my face he told me the fun was about to start. He told me to get on the couch facing the wall with my knees on the seat part. I complied and could not see what he was doing but I heard him getting something. Then I felt his cock in my crack as he rubbed it up and down. After teasing me a bit all of a sudden I felt the coldness of the lube being poured on my ass, then the warm feeling of his cock. He started slowly slipping it in which burned more than anything for a. I looked at my slut wife and saw that she was somewhat awake, rather enjoying the attention I would say. I asked the second man if he would like my wife to suck his cock. With an “oh fuck yea” he stood up and took off his pants and shorts. His cock was so hard from watching the good fuck show my nearly passed out drunken wife was providing. He then got on all fours on the bed over my wife’s face, his cock tip only an inch from her lips. I laid down at the head of the bed next to her face. I feel her tongue slowly guiding itself inside my lips as our bodies start to press against each other. Whatever guard I may have drop and very little did I try to fight or resist. I was entrapped captive by her kiss the passion filled moment that to this day I can’t even express in words even if I wanted to. I felt her flush skins pressing upon mines, the feel of her body in between my arms as I begin to reach for her and pull her towards wanting our bodies to press together. As all this is.