It didn’t, however, change the fact I was totally wasted, mostly naked, and leaking semen from every part of my body. That didn’t bother me, altho...gh part of me wondered if it should. The problem was that it was late at night, I was sitting in the nearly empty parking lot behind the Bad Hoss, and I couldn’t remember what my rental car looked like or where I’d put my keys. After a few minutes of thought, I remembered I’d left the car at the hotel precisely to avoid having to drive drunk. I tried. And now, with the approval of my wife, I felt a freedom like I’d never had before. I started to get hard again. My cock slowly sprang back to life and Sara noticed. “Ummm….I see some parts of you are getting very excited about this arrangement.” Sara rubbed my chest and pulled up and began to suck on one of my nipples. Her hand touched my cock and then played with my balls. The caress of her hand, the warmth of her mouth against my chest was almost too much to handle. I looked at Sara and her. It's starting to smell sex. Mr Rabbit is glistening. The view is tantalizing. My dick is hard.Emma opens her eyes. She likes what she sees. Me, eating her with my eyes, my cock oozing precum."Ooooh, Ian. I'm getting reaaally horny. And I think I know a way to make you as hot as I am"She starts rubbing her asshole with left hand, using her juices and the lube on Mr Rabbit to slide a finger, then two, smoothly in it. She's got her legs raised now, playing with both holes."Ian, dearest, I'd. My eyes must have gone wide and I even wonder if tears didn’t start welling-up. Sam must have seen my reaction to his anger. After a moment I felt his hands start squeezing my butt, pulling our bodies tighter together. His look softened and he kissed me. I still cried, though my tears were of happiness, not fear. A moment later, both our mouths open and tongues dueling, I opened my eyes. Riley was standing there, his back against my bedroom door, staring at me and Sam. The gangling.