I could have stopped everything. Why didn’t I ? Was the question that loomed over me.My thoughts were interrupted by someone’s soft wet lips encir...ling my nipples as his tongue trailed from one hard crinkled nipple to the next. Taking little nibbling bites as it traversed between my breast. I let out very soft low moans. I kept my arm over my eyes protected by the dark.Soon my lover was gently kissing my lips while twisting and pulling at my aching nipples. His tongue would dart out and lick my. I didn’t demand it, but they did. Ash, Chris, and Marcia all wanted my essence in them overnight. By the time of my last orgasm, the room smelled like an Amsterdam brothel and we were all exhausted but happy. We just pulled a light sheet over us and went to sleep spooned together with me in the middle somewhere.Saturday morning I awoke to someone knocking on the door jamb to the master bedroom. I cranked one eye open, first looking at the clock. It was after ten a.m.Lisa Caldwell stood in the. I start rubbing his concealed cock, which prompts him to shove his tongue deeper into my throat. "Mmm-hmmm." I open my mouth wider to let him in as much as I can. The slapping sounds from my husband pounding me from behind ring through the theater and I've completely forgotten there's another couple in here. I only care about the two men giving me attention. (Glenn)I can see over my wife's right shoulder that she's once again passionately kissing the stranger. I can also see her hand rubbing. ”This last comment seemed not intended as a justification, but rather to remind me that he and my wife had plenty of time talking before this evening.If Jason had started pulling Claire away from me, the other ‘pull’ going on was the addictive pull of what I can only describe as the drug of watching Claire with another man. As my beautiful wife Claire danced with this muscular black guy ten years her junior and towering above her, I couldn’t tear my eyes off them.The way that my soulmate and.