I wanted him in me, so I used my grip to drag his face away from my crotch and up to meet my mouth, still ripe with the scent of his come, his face we... with my juices. Resurrecting his hard-on was not necessary, he'd never lost it and he didn't need any encouragement to fill me. I wrapped my arms around him and met him thrust for thrust.But I wanted him deeper, so I gave a kick and rolled us over so I was on top. Sitting up I was banging down on him, and he was banging up, and we were banging. Tension now filled the empty room, yet we were still the only two bodies there, mere inches between us, still fixated on the rain lashing down outside. All I wanted to do was turn and kiss you. Take you into arms and show you how I felt, how long I had wanted you and how I knew that you felt the same. I fought the urge to lift you up and carry you to the bar, your legs wrapped around my waist, pressed against each other, feeling the heat and feeding off one another’s passion. I could think of. When I came down the stairs I asked Phil if this was OK for the party. He just attacked me saying YES, YES, YES and we had sex right in the foyer. Well we went to the party that Saturday night at about 10:00, we got there before Pete & Jill so we helped ourselves to the Buffet, and they had Turkey with all the trimming. While we were eating, in came Jill & Pete. She had on this one piece dress that barely covered her, with High heel shoes. Pete looked Italian or something he was handsome, but. It was Lucy that accepted the proffered jar from one of the women and spread some liquid over her friend's tight hole and the head and shaft of his cock.Anal sex was not something George had ever experienced and was not something his wife had ever wanted to contemplate but, he quickly realised, neither was him being shared with another woman. They were however things he had thought about. In those moments in the tent, these women would have been assured of George's deepest and darkest.