After he stops, I raise my piss filled hand to his mouth and he begins sucking greedily on my piss soaked fingers. Reaching down with my other hand, I...grab his rapidly stiffening cock and squeeze. Still sucking the piss off my fingers, I lead him by the cock into the bathroom.Once in the bathroom, I instruct hole to remove his shorts and shirt. I hand him the enema bag, "Fill it up, we'll use your own piss for your first enema." More fucking performance anxiety, but he finally manages to. Were we really going to do this?Adele’s thighs parted as an indication of what she wanted.And I wanted the same thing.We sat there, gazing with our stilled-hands on each other’s genitals, the promise of illicit orgasms and sexual satisfaction just a few minutes’ mutual rubbing away.We swallowed simultaneously and the moment was almost lost, rescued only by a shared smile. The smile was just enough of a connection for us to start rubbing. It was gentle at first, but quickly found a fevered. “So you two taught each other a few things, huh?”Mindy said, “That’s not all we taught each other.” With that she slid down until she was kneeling in the sand. Sam followed her down.The two of them were on each side of my cock. They leaned in, each wrapping their mouths half way around my cock with their tongues touching on the bottom of the shaft. They slowly started sliding back and forth over the length of my cock. Oh. My. God. I was in heaven. Standing there looking out over a pool that. 0 or me since it's OUR wives.The two of them came in late one afternoon. Of course, Nikki was driving."Well, how's your day?" I asked."Nothing too unusual," Nikki said."Yeah, that same interface thing we've hit before. Protocol to protocol conversion. Work around incomplete instruction sets."I smiled. Yeah, it's my wife, and yes, it's something that Nikki's husband and I kicked off and let the two of them work out on their own. "So you already have the solution."Two smiles. Two nods. By this.