There were soon a dozen slices removed, and I returned the now smaller piece of meat to its bag with the blood and added the same herbs and onion soup...mix and other things to it that I had to the first piece of meat. Both bags now fit nicely into the same roasting pan.The thin slices went into a frying pan with a bit of olive oil once the pan was hot. Soon the smell of frying venison filled the cabin. Even the women turned from the other side of the stove where they were making the pancakes to. She wanted to kiss him, suddenly. She wanted the taste of his lips, and it was a forgotten sensation made alive again. She hadn’t touched him in days, and before that, she had done so without thinking; they had kissed unthinkingly, they had kissed as soon as the whim of it came. Not like now. Not like this unmoving, burning desire. He was so close. The edge of her hand shook slightly. She wanted it so bad, to feel his skin, his lips, now. James was the same. She could see it in his eyes,. I knew she had never done anything before that would have her so exposed to outside eyes. “Do you want to do it?” she asked me.“Do you?” I asked back.“Only if you want to,” she deferred.I turned and said, “We’re in too. We’ll start tomorrow night. First, each wife will bring her husband to climax. The next night, we switch partners. May the best woman, or at least the sexiest, win.” I don’t even remember what we did the rest of that night. And the next day, the anticipation of what was to. She lifted her knees, wiggling her body in a lewd invitation."Come on and fuck me, then!" she panted. "If you think you can handle it!"He climbed board, and she eased his cock into her fuck-hole. All the watching had made her slick and wet inside, and he plunged straight into her pussy with surprising ease. The end of his cock pierced her pussy-lips and then the fattened shaft reamed her a little more widely.His body came down upon hers. He was a big man, the heaviest she'd ever fucked, and she.