“What did I tell you to wait on earlier?”He figured that should be enough, and waited now standing relaxed by the bed. He was prepared to see what...initiative Kimber would claim for herself, if any, to carry out her duties. How would she look to handle her own excitement in deference to her own master’s? Could she, would she, meet both of their needs? Or would she fall back on the existing ritual made in the shower. Maeson was curious, and waited next to the bed, his loose clothing revealing his. I shivered, cried, and moaned my way through at least one orgasm each time I was fucked. There was no tenderness and no loving caresses involved. They just shoved their cocks in and rode me hard. Each of them fucked me at least once in the pussy and once in the mouth. If I had not had to go pee, it would have gone on for a third round.Incidentally, at the time I was not on any birth control. I had just turned nineteen and had been married to Frank for about a year. It was about the right time. She was married but had no kids. Anyway she had arranged to go out to a local club with my wife and that was fine. So on Sunday night she called to our house and we all had a couple of drinks before they left. I sat in as I had work the next day and didn’t like going in hung over. They left around 9-ish saying they wouldn’t be late. Anyway, around 12.30 I went on to bed. I knew the club closed around 11.30 so I expected my wife in soon. However, she didn’t arrive in until about 1.30, and when. She pumped his thick cock into her pussy, Fidel grabbed her tiny waist and stood up with her still impaled on his now softening prick. He laid her onto his chair, he reached to the small table and grabbed an empty coffee cup, he reached under Susan, placed the cup against her asshole and slowly withdrew his dick. A tsunami of spunk flowed from her pussy into the cup, “You must clean me now whore.” He said to her softly as always.He placed the cup on the floor and positioned Susan, over it, her.