These three guys were older than the two that just left. They all had big smiles on their faces and the first guy looked at me and said he had heard ... was a pretty good cocksucker. I did not answer and I guess that’s not what he wanted. He then very sternly asked me if I was a good cocksucker. I said that I guess I was pretty good. They all laughed again and said they were about to find out. I was told to turn around. As I was standing there with my back to them they started taking turns. My back was to her, but Spike must have given her a look. “Sweetie, are you OK. Here, give her to me,” she said with genuine care in her voice, inserting her body between the two of us. “Thank you, Spike. We’ll see you outside.” Spike looked confused and mortified. “I’m sorry … I didn’t ….” “I know. It’s okay,” soothed Rupali. “I’ve got this.” Spike left and then the tears came. The emotions and release and the sweet cuddle afterwards had all caught up with me. I pressed my face into her. Finally, John relented and pushed her back against the shower wall. Holding her there with one hand, he pulled the shower nozzle, mounted on a long hose as a massage unit, off the wall. Twisting the head to a pulsating splash, John moved it down between his wife’s legs. As he directed the force of the water against Anita’s pussy, he said, “Wash the cum out, slut!”Anita stood dumbfounded at her husband’s words. What could he possibly mean?John grabbed her wrists and effortlessly pushed them. She had such pretty boobs. I decided right then and there that HERS were perfect. She had such a pretty body. And certainly, Cameron had the prettiest face in the WORLD.Suddenly, the muscles in my belly tightened. I kept stroking my shaft, not really understanding what was going on other than that it felt really, REALLY good. And then with a groan, I felt a wave of release coursing through my body. That felt even BETTER.But then my penis started to feel really sensitive. I stopped stroking it,.