It was the longest night of my life. First one of the girls said she had to pee from all the drinking. She started to go to the bathroom, but my wife ...topped her and said why go to the bathroom when you have a slave here with an open mouth. I couldn't refuse. Boy did she go; it seemed like it would never end. I tried to drink as much as I could without spilling any. Finally she finished, but then another one said she had to go too. The girlfriend asked my wife if she could pee in my mouth as. Monica was again fucked nice and hard, enjoying multiple orgasms, sometimes I was a pest as I hovered around the fucking couple and one time my wife actually told me to get off the bed and leave them. I watched as my wife was at times was fucked senseless, being fucked every which way, in a state of stupor as she was rag dolled, silent scream as orgasms took hold, at times delirious saying "ar fuck me, ar fuck me" over and over. In the heat of the moments I would urge James on to fuck my wife. She instinctively jolted back in shock, but I steadied her face for the loads yet to come. Craving for more she continually pumped my cock and in flawless unison I propelled shot after shot onto her with each pump. A second and third string of cum quickly followed by landing and splattering on her right eyebrow and cheek. Another splashed upon her open mouth and tongue dripping down her chin. Two more heaps of rich pearly white cum exploded outward spraying wildly over her neck and chest. When she came up, twisting to face me, I saw she was adjusting the crotch of her swimsuit. I felt I had to say something. "Um, sorry Cass. I couldn't help it. Um..." "Forget it. I knew this swimsuit was too small but I just love it. Always thought it, um, 'displayed my best assets' as they say." "Hell yes, it does that." "Oh really? So you have been perving at your little sister's 'assets' have you?" She threw water at me again. I dove at her and grabbed her, squealing, saying: "Wouldn't be.