”“I’ll think about it after I shower...”“Good. You jump in whilst Hubby gets the champagne glasses.”I stepped into the lounge, grabbed thr...e glasses and headed back toward the shower room and to where Cee had put the champagne bottles aside. Shy hadn’t moved, and neither had Cee.“Well, take your shower,” Cee told Shy as she began unbuttoning her own blouse. Shy glanced at me and I smiled, shrugged and taking a deep breath she then dropped the towel and headed into the oval shower room as Cee. I couldn't think of anything to say other than, “Yes.”Inside the bag were cum soaked sheets and linens. Marcus and Leroy were empty of cum. I had fucked both of them dry.Brett got into his car and left, I was right behind him.On the drive home, I became apprehensive. What would be Brett's reaction to finding out his wife was such a slutty whore. And a easy one at that. I know we had fantasized about me fucking the way I did last night, but that was just to get each other hornier. Brett didn't. He stayed laying on the sofa and she got on top. She put her tits on his face and brought her pussy down on top of his dick. She fucked him harder that either of us had fucked her yet. She slammed her big juicy ass down on his dick over and over. As I watched, I saw drips of cum leaking down his shaft. But it wasn't from her ass. He'd cum inside her pussy and she was still fucking him hard. I stopped her by getting behind her, and pushing her body down on him. I wasn't worried about Shawn. Everyone could see it happening. I made plenty of gasping and whimpering noises to reinforce what they were seeing, not put on, involuntary. The vibrator buzzed, John caressed me, his cock in my mouth, the men started repeated cheering, "Go Cindy, go." My arousal went higher and higher until the feelings were uncontrollable, growing as a huge bubble inside me ... it burst with my shouted gasp of joy followed by deeper, stronger whines, screams, whimpers, moans as I let the vibrator give me a.