Anisha was hot, smoking hot, her seductive eyes, her lips. Ever part of her body was delicious.I wanted to rip her pussy apart in one glorious inserti...n and make her cry in pain and joy. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the act with such flourish and passion that everything at the moment seems immaterial.We broke apart to catch our breath. She wriggled out of my embrace, stepping forward to. Holy shit! Seven! Three wives too. My first wife, Lynn has two girls with two on the way. My second wife, Erin, has four and three on the way. My third wife, Blossom has her first two on the way.So today is my birthday. I am fifty years old. I am healthy and shooting magic bullets like a pro. In bed last night, Lynn and the wives promised me a great day. We cuddled to sleep. I felt like I was in an R-rated Frazetta drawing. I was cuddled to Erin’s wonderful soft pillowy bottom. Blossom and her. Isn’t this what you wanted?” Sharon asked. Not feeling as confident but not willing to show any weakness, I said of course, let’s do it with all the bravado I could muster. As we walked to the elevator I looked at the people watching us and felt as though they knew exactly what was about to happen. It was more than a little disconcerting. Once the elevator doors closed, Jerry pulled Sharon close and kissed her deeply while running his hand over her ass, lifting up her dress. You certainly have. I looked at Jim in the living room and motioned him over. I figured she already showed him her ass and pussy tonight and her tits when we first met, that she wouldn’t mind him looking again. If there were ever a night where she would do a threesome, it would be tonight. He came over to the entrance of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Before him was my wife bent over with her legs open checking the roast. He ass cheeks were spread and he could see both her asshole and pussy. I motioned him.