They were sweaty and panting slightly, standing at the foot of the bed and watching their fucked women gently writhing as they lay in their pool of en...orphins. Soon the other woman rose to kneel on all fours and the wife sat up on her knees, turning her blindfolded face to where she could hear the men standing. “Aw, come on. Don’t be done yet. We were having so much fun!” she pouted coyly and sensuously propped her arms on the other woman’s conspicuously raised ass. The men needed no. But that somehow doesn’t do it justice. Samantha slowly slid up and down the length of my cock, basking in every little sensation that shot through her body. Every little tingle was accompanied by a look of sheer satisfaction. She took her time, not rushing to climax. It was like she had been waiting for that moment for a very long time and was afraid it would be the only time she would ever have me. She was very hesitant to pick up anymore speed, she was insistent on making it last. In due. His hips rise meeting her mouths movements and she moans. His eyes open and looks down to see her hand in her bottoms her fingers doing circles on her clit. She was filthy and she was only filthy for him. It was amazing watching her break free and it was beautiful and addicting. The warmth and pressure began to build at the base of his balls and slowly began to rise. He groaned and she knew he was close because his hips had stopped pumping and his eyes were closed. Two more quick pumps of her. “I’ll be caught up by lunch,” she said.“Then get to it,” I suggested. “I’m going to home depot.” I had to admit, she did have a point about storage in the bedroom. I drove to the home depot with an idea, not a plan. I bought two twelve foot long, 1x10 dressed fir boards. Then I rolled them to the table saw and had them cut into approximately four foot lengths. The shelves would be about four feet long and nine inches wide. Then I bought some eight inch concrete blocks. I figured I could use any.