I do wonder if that's fair to Iya, this is supposed to be for her benefit, but that thought gets chased out of my head by the pussy on my face. That p...ssy was the center of my attention, I tried to do a good job for it. I teased Hatti as much as I could, but eventually she came. That may have been partly prompted by Iya, I felt Iya coming just before Hatti.There was a pause now. Hatti slumped onto the unused half of the bed, Kiki looked up from between Iya's legs, she was looking to me to tell. They all competed for primary position within my fuddled brain. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but the scene that befell me as I entered the room stopped me dead in my tracks. Mary was sitting on a table set against one wall as naked as the day she was born. With her, also completely naked was, not just one, but THREE young men, all with hard looking bodies and even harder looking pricks! One was kneeling between my wife's out stretched legs with his tongue firmly attached to her. It was her own idea, of course. None of the guys objected to having a "waitress" serve them food and refreshments. This way, they would not miss any action of the big game.Over the next hour, the young wife must have made her way in and out of the living room 20 times. Instead of watching the television screen when Cindy was present, most of the eyes in the room were now focused on her large, firm breasts as they seductively bounced and wiggled with each step. If a set of eyes wasn't fixated. She might have been made for him, everything about her seemed the perfect size. He sucked and she keened in response. He did it again, trying to drive the note higher. When she was writhing mindlessly against the bed covers, he stopped. ‘Open your legs,’ he ordered. Again, she obeyed. He took her other nipple into his mouth and moved his hand down, tangling in the silky curls, then moving lower. She went still for a second, then opened her legs wider. She was wet, so wet. The scent of her,.