Soon the positions swapped though the action remained pretty much the same but with the alternate man. With preliminaries over she led them to the bed...oom. We had prepared it with low lights and candles and even soft music courtesy of Bluetooth. She removed the see through top and invited each of them to kiss her pushed up breasts. Brandy! They both gasped with delight at the taste of brandy. They loved her, they said so, they went wild for her. She was on her back they were kissing her. He had changed from his dresspants and button-down into his khakis and a thick t-shirt. God, he lookedcomfortable. Clean, crisp t-shirts looked so good on his buff physique. Ihad forgotten he kept a supply in my guest bathroom closet. His smile wasdisarming as he handed me a new wineglass waiting for my lip prints todecorate its edge."Are you hungry?" he asked."No, I'm enjoying the wine," I answered.And I was; my cheeks were feeling warm. I was getting a little hot andbothered. Victor got to me. But now I wanted a change, I wanted to see something new. So I helped the two guys to roll over without disengaging, my husband's asshole clamped around Ken's cock as they turned so that Ken was now on his back with Rick straddling him, riding him, sitting on his cock. The view of, course, was sensational. My husband and I always enjoyed seeing it in porn flicks, whether it was cock fucking pussy, or cock fucking ass. Whether it was a guy fucking a girl, a guy fucking a guy, or even a girl. She cried out, but then did as I commanded. Together they licked his cock, removing all trace of their cunts, their arse’s. They cleaned their juices off him. They were exhausted, I could see that. They moved away, allowing me to run my tongue along that beautiful hard shaft. It throbbed. My mouth was dry in anticipation. They’d done a good job. I didn’t care he fucked them, nor his cock was wet from them. No this was not about them, it was about him, Lothar. I wanted his cock. I wanted it to.