I looked down at her amazing bottom, luscious as it was, admiring her freckled buttocks as I pulled my fingers out of her backdoor and gripped her che...ks. I now erupted inside my wife’s gushing twat, spilling my seed balls deep within her gooey gash.I then leaned over and kissed her buns as well before kneeling to lick her sweet, delicious pucker at last. My wife moaned very loudly and creamed herself yet again as she felt my mouth exploring her backside, rimming her with abandon. She really. Devon seemed not bothered at all at his wife’s acts of trying to get some reaction from him, he just chatted away about what some of there co workers had got on and what they looked like and how drunk Carl was, Monica joined in with what a slut Helen was and all he said was we all knew that and chuckled, BY now Monica had got Paul’s cock out again and was slowly wanking it, Paul looked totally confused with the whole situation and we both looked at Devon for a reaction but nothing playing it. Before this afternoon I could barely take 3 fingers without wincing. Sam was now knuckle deep in my hole and the pain was almost unbearable, the pleasure however made it all so worthwhile as I felt his lubed knuckles finally pass the threshold and my asshole clamp down on his wrist. I let out a loud yelp, not knowing whether to cry for the pain or scream for the pleasure. My hole was quivering uncontrollably as Sam began to slowly twist his wrist and rock his hand around in the overly stretched. I leaned towards Mark and said "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you again so soon!", all the while smiling wryly towards Tom.Tom said "Well I did say it was sort of business, even if it is more like 'Monkey business' and no contracts will need signing!"The rest of the evening was just a blur of normal chit chat and enjoying the music, interspersed with some quietly whispers innuendo on a more intimate topic, especially on the dance floor where Tom and Mark kept me busy, and thankfully.