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Everybody Does It: The End

By: timmywells



Once again, a reminder that while the story began as a Gay Male story, it now contains scenes between men and women so I have submitted this final chapter in the Group Sex category. Please remember that some of the material involves a degree of domination, submission and humiliation.

As this final chapter starts, Paul Lombardo's boss, Rawle Johnson, had just arrived for the cookout, and Mr. Johnson had made it perfectly clear what he was planning on doing to Paul's wife Diane. He had explained it to Diane on the phone earlier, and now in the kitchen minutes ago he had spelled it out to his subordinate.

Now, it was all going to unfold, and while of the three of them only Rawle Johnson knew for sure he wanted it this way, just like in the rest of his life he was proving to one and all that what Rawle Johnson wanted, he got.

...



As he had promised, Rawle Johnson not only brought the steaks but was cooking them to, and he looked to be an accomplished man at the grill, although to Paul he seemed to be paying more attention to Diane than the Filet Mignon he was preparing.

"That's a different outfit than the one you wore last night," Rawle said as he stood behind Paul's wife and put his hands on her shoulders, softly kneading them through the terrycloth robe she wore over her bikini.

"Yeah, I dug this out of the back of the closet," Diane said.

"Mind if I take a look at what's underneath this?" Rawle asked, and without waiting for a response eased the robe off of Diane's shoulders, exposing the skimpy pink bikini, the tiny cups cradling the little treasures beneath. "Nice."

Paul took a deep breath as he watched his boss gently massage his wife's shoulders, and even though Diane had started to get a little tan, the difference between the blackness of his fingers and the pale tone of her skin was stark, and the contrast became greater when Diane reached upwards and held Mr. Johnson's forearms, exposing the even more pale insides of her reed thin arms.

Rawle Johnson's sigh was clearly audible as his hands slid around Diane's shoulders, and as his thumbs slid along the smooth and deep hollows of her exposed armpits he bent down and whispered something in Diane's ear.

Paul didn't know what it was that made his wife shiver; whether it was Mr. Johnson's words or the way he stroked her very sensitive underarms before letting his hands slide up her slender biceps, but there was no mistaking her reaction or the glazed look in her eyes that followed.

The three of them shared the bottle of Dom before dinner, and after the steaks, Rawle suggested a Chivas Regal desert.

"That is, if you two didn't finish it off last night," Rawle joked, but Paul assured his boss that there was still plenty left and went to get the bottle.

"That was an amazing steak," Diane said as she pushed away her plate. "And you cooked it perfectly too, Rawle. You're a man of many talents."

"You haven't see anything yet, Diane," Rawle said as he reached over and patted her hand, and while he only mouthed the words, Diane took a deep breath as she watched his full lips form the words, "I want to fuck you so bad".

"Drinks, anyone?" Paul asked as he brought out the glasses and liquor, making Diane jump with an entrance that Rawle Johnson barely noticed.

Paul was a bit surprised at how pleasant the conversation was, especially, he mused, since Mr. Johnson was doing everything he could do to seduce Diane right in front of him. Touching and stroking and doing that Barry White thing, his boss was using all of his charm on Diane, who seemed to be wilting under it all.

"It's been about an hour, so it should be safe for us to swim," Rawle Johnson announced as he stood up and stretched before peeling off his shirt. "Sun's going down but it's still hot out."

"Don't you ever sweat?" Diane asked as she looked at his toned and trim body, with the sinewy muscles and tendons rippling under the satiny smooth skin.

"Oh, I can really get sweaty if I get enough exercise," Rawle said, and then whispered something to Diane.

"Does it taste like Basa?" she asked. 

"You know your scents," Rawle said as he rose and moved behind Diane. "You like?"

Diane nodded and Rawle smiled before announcing that he was going to the bathroom before taking a swim.

"What was that all about?" Paul asked after his boss departed.

"He asked me if I liked to taste the sweat of a man and I asked him if it would taste like Basa - that's the lotion he wears. Got a sample in a magazine once," Diane explained. "And I told him I liked it."

"You okay?" Paul asked. "You sure seem relaxed."

"It's the champagne and the Chivas," Diane said. "Not used to being romanced, I guess, and Rawle is really making a run at me. Inside I'm a nervous wreck. How are you?"

"I'm okay, Diane."

"Good, Paul. Did I tell you I love you? I love you now and I'll love you just as much tomorrow, maybe even more when this is over."

"It's not going to be over," Paul said. "At least not until he says it is."

"It's over when he walks out the door later," Diane informed her husband rather forcefully. "When I said this was a one-time thing, I meant it, and if you men are expecting this to be something different you're as wrong as he is."

"Fine by me," Paul said, since he was starting to have mixed feelings about everything anyway, having learned that fantasizing about sharing your wife with another man and actually doing it are two totally different things. "I'm just telling you what his plans are." 

"The only thing your boss is going to eat in this house after tonight is food," Diane declared before downing her drink and setting the glass down. "So he better get all he wants of me tonight. That goes for all of us. Right, Paul?"

"Right, Diane."

"Hey Lombardo," came a yell from inside. "Come in here."

"I hate the way he treats you," Diane mumbled.

"Part of the game," Paul said as he rose to see what Mr. Johnson wanted. "We're playing roles, here just like at work."

Paul went inside, finding his boss positioning a camcorder on their dresser, making it point toward the bed.

"There!" Mr. Johnson said as he checked the angle one last time. "I like to have a record of what goes on."

"We've got that same model," Paul said as he looked at the machine.

"Ever take movies of you and Diane fucking?" he asked.

"No. Diane's kinda shy."

"Well, she's going to make her screen debut tonight," Mr. Johnson announced. "You don't have to tell her. I just wanted you to know. It doesn't come out all that well, but it's nice to have a souvenir. Maybe I'll make you a copy."

"I don't know if Diane will like that or not," Paul mentioned, but Mr. Johnson paid no mind. 

"You know, one time when I was young I screwed this guy's wife, and not only did he watch, he hired a guy to film me banging her. That movie came out good because you got a bunch of different angles. The only bad thing was the woman's husband was wearing a mask and he walked around the bed, jerking on his little pecker like a chimp. Looked like Zorro. He didn't mind his wife's face on the tape getting fucked in every way possible though. You want to wear a mask, Lombardo?"

"No."

"You going to jerk off while I do what I want to her?"

"No," Paul said. "I don't - I don't know."

"Suit yourself," Mr. Johnson said. "Gonna drain the lizard and then I'll join your two out there."

"What did he want?" Diane asked.

"Nothing really. He said he'd be out in a second."

Paul was sitting with his back to the door, but he could tell when his boss was coming out even before the screen slid open. The expression on his wife's face and the involuntary gasp was all Paul needed to suspect that Mr. Johnson had come out and he was naked.

Paul turned around and saw that his boss was indeed naked, and when he saw the man's cock all greased he knew that he must have spent a little time and effort in fluffing himself up, because while his cock still pointed downward, Paul knew from experience that it wasn't limp but in a semi-erect state and was as long as it would get.

"Ready for a dip, folks?" Rawle Johnson announced as he padded towards the end of the pool with the elephant trunk swaying along lazily in front of him.

"Sure," Paul said, and after debating with himself whether or not to go through with what was coming next, promptly dropped his shorts to become as naked as his boss was.

"Oh wow! Two naked dudes. Wait a minute," Diane said as she scurried into the house, only to emerge with her phone.

"Want to take a shot for posterity," Diane announced. "You don't mind, do you Paul? No? How about you Rawle? I know you're not modest. Stand close together guys." 

Paul had to smile when he saw his boss lean next to him, because Mr. Johnson always avoided touching his hairy body as much as possible, wanting only his subordinates mouth, tongue and hands to make contact with him. The leaning close was only done to make sure Mr. Johnson's cock was close to his, and although he didn't want to look, Paul felt he had to peek.

Paul cringed when he saw what the two organs looked like next to each other, and hoped that Diane would erase the picture right away, because the two of them looked even more absurd side by side than he had feared.

"Thanks guys," Diane said after taking a picture and running back inside to go to the bathroom.

"Can't wait to see what that picture looks like," Mr. Johnson said as they waded into the middle of the pool. "Maybe we'll use it on the company calendar next year."

Rawle Johnson's laughter echoed in Paul's ear at the water reached his waist, and as they waited for Diane to join them, his boss kept riding him.

"Your wife seemed to like what she saw when I made my grand entrance," Mr. Johnson snickered.

"Primed it up really good in the can, I noticed."

"Very astute, Lombardo. You're gotten to know my cock pretty well for such a short time. I hope you're going to show the little lady how good you suck cock," Mr. Johnson added.

"She told me once that she saw a guy doing that to another guy and she liked it."

"Good, then she'll love you doing it. Guys do it better, usually," Mr. Johnson confided. "That's why I let them give me head, 'cause I'm sure as hell not gay. Don't know why, but they are just better at it. Transvestites too, they're great cocksuckers."

"Is it cold?"

Diane had come out and was dipping a toe in the water while hugging herself.

"It's fine, but you have to lose the bikini, girl," Rawle declared.

"The neighbors," Paul said, because even though the lay of the land blocked their view and they were old, they could still hear.

"They left for NYC to go on a cruise this morning," Diane said of the elderly folks who lived next door.

"Then there's no reason for that bikini to be on," Paul's boss said.

"It's not dark enough yet," Diane insisted. 

"But if you wait too long I won't be able to see very well," Rawle Johnson said as he reached toward Diane, who paddled a bit away.

"Not much to see," Diane said. "In case you didn't notice."

"Good things come in small packages, haven't you heard?" Rawle added. "Besides, anything more than a mouthful is a waste, right?"

"I thought the saying was that more than a hand full was a waste," Diane asked.

"I've got big hands," Rawle said, holding them up while wiggling his long fingers.

"Well, maybe when the sun goes behind those tress there I'll take it off," Diane said as she pointed toward the trees. "Only be a couple more minutes. You can wait that long, can't you?"

"I don't know. After all, I got naked in the daylight," Rawle remind her.

"You did?" Diane said while pretending to think before saying, "Oh yes. That's right. I seem to remember something like that. Well, here then. This is a start."

Diane's hands went under the water, and when they came back out of the water she was holding the bottom of her bikini.

"Want it?" Diane cackled, and threw it at Rawle, who caught it effortlessly.

"It's wet,' he proclaimed.

"It's because I'm in the pool, silly," Diane protested.

"I'll bet it was wet before you got in," Rawle said, giving the bikini bottom a sniff before giving it to Paul. "I think it was. What do you think?"

"Yes," Paul said as he inhaled the aroma, and he wasn't kidding when he added. "I can smell her pussy on it still."

"Is that a bad thing?" Diane asked coquettishly as she paddled over between the two men, reminding Rawle as he reached towards her about the light factor. "Sun's not behind the trees yet."

"Here," he said as he took Diane's hand and brought it under water, and Paul watched his wife's eyes roll a bit as she took a deep breath. "Tell your husband what you're doing. He won't mind. Come here, Lombardo. Your wife wants to tell you something."

"I'm touching - Rawle put my hand on his cock," Diane gasped as she looked dazed. "I'm holding it now."

"He's not mad, Diane. See?"

"How does it feel, Diane?" Paul asked.

"Big," she snorted. "Can't get my hand around it."

"Your other hand, Diane," Rawle said, his face showing how much he was in control. "Touch him."

"Not his arm," Rawle chuckled when Diane reached over to Paul. "Touch his cock."

Paul gasped when he felt her hand fumbling around before grabbing his dick.

"He's hard, isn't he? Your husband's got an erection thinking about what you're doing to me under the water." Rawle asked, and Diane nodded vigorously as Rawle moved her over so that her back was against the pool wall.

"Omigod!" Diane moaned. "Who's hand - who's finger is that?"

"I'm here too," Paul said after reaching under water and forcing one of his fingers inside of his wife's pussy along with Rawle's digit.

"Omigod," Diane moaned as she bobbed up and down on the hands between her legs. "Omigod, what are you guys doing?"

Pushed up against the pool wall, Diane had her elbows on the vinyl edge while her legs kicked as the fingers impaled her.

"Sunset," Rawle's Barry White voice sighed as he deftly undid Diane's bikini top and pulled it off.

Paul was shocked by it all, because not only did Diane's top come off so smoothly but she made no effort to hide herself, and coming from a woman who was so self conscious about the size of her breasts that she avoided doctor visits, that was amazing.

And as for Paul, he thought he would feel embarrassed at Rawle seeing his wife's tiny breasts, because while he himself loved the little buds that were no bigger than lemon halves, his boss had taken every opportunity to mock and ridicule them. He was not complaining now after seeing them, and the sight of Mr. Johnson ducking down and sucking on her left breast by taking the entire bud into his mouth, sent chills down Paul's spine.

Paul joined Rawle, sucking on her right tit while his boss inhaled her left one, and then Diane was screaming, practically jumping out of the water as she came, splashing and carrying out much like she had the night before but this time with two men's fingers in her sex.

"You cum so good," Rawle sighed as the men took their mouths off her breasts, their fingers already disengaged by her violent orgasm, and when Mr. Johnson then turned to Paul he asked whether Diane was multi-orgasmic.

"Yes," Paul wheezed, as winded as his wife was and just as stunned at her reaction as Diane was. "Sometimes she comes three times a night."

"That was the old record," Rawle sneered. "Let's go to bed."

"You okay honey?" Paul asked as he helped Diane up the steps while the glistening black Adonis was reaching the screen door.

Diane nodded, her hands now cupped over her breasts as if she just then realized she was naked, and then apologized for the way she had carried on in the water just then.

"No, I thought you looked beautiful," Paul said. "I always love watching you cum."

The bedroom light was on already as they walked down the hall, and as they passed the bathroom Paul grabbed a couple of towels.

"You aren't going to leave me alone with him, are you babe?" Diane whispered to her husband before they entered the room. "Please don't."

"I won't."

"Remember, you swore you would never hold this against me - ever."

"And you the same."

"Right."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"We're going to get him ready, and then I guess we get you ready, and then you're his," Paul said. "Follow what I do at first, and then I'm sure he'll run the show."

Inside the bedroom, Paul saw Mr. Johnson moving away from the camcorder, and seeing the red light on Paul knew that the film was running. His boss moved gracefully across the room, throwing the bed cover off and exposing the pristine sheets that Diane had put on the bed that morning, and then Rawle turned to face them.

Paul dried Diane off a little and then he approached his boss with the other towel, Diane walking next to him, and when her husband placed the towel on Mr. Johnson's chest, her hand came up with it.

Rawle Johnson sighed as the couple began to dry him, their hands moving the towel across his chest and stomach, and when he raised his arms they dried his armpits. Paul let the towel drop to the ground, and as he watched his boss make his pecs jump by flexing his upraised arms, Paul leaned forward.

Paul's mouth went to the plump purplish nipple and began sucking on it, and he looked over and saw his wife mimic him, her thin pink lips covering Rawle's ebony skin, and the married couple's eyes met as they nibbled on Mr. Johnson's nipples.

Paul wasn't sure if Diane was going to continue to mimic him, but he let his tongue slide across Mr. Johnson's ripped chest and into the deep pocket of his underarm, the muscular cavern as smooth and sweetly scented as always. While Paul gripped the back of Mr. Johnson's shoulder so he could get his tongue in, he glanced over and saw only Diane's mop-top blonde locks, since her face was buried under Mr. Johnson's other arm, as Paul had to lean to avoid poking his boss's hip with his erection. 

Then Mr. Johnson was reaching over and pulling Diane's flushed face from under his arm and easing her down on her knees, and when she had gotten down there had Paul stand next to him at an angle. Paul's cock was taut and springing up and down as it pointed toward his wife, who had glanced at him but whose attention was now fixed on the sleek black hose which was at half-mast and on the rise.

"Suck us," Mr. Johnson was saying. "Suck our cocks."

Paul watched his boss angling his cock towards his own, only the tip of the black-cherry hued glans visible under the ebony foreskin, and despite their difference in stature their cocks were at the same height. Mr. Johnson's cock actually bumped against the mushroom head of Paul's pale member, and Paul shuddered at the contact.

Paul noticed that Diane, who had grabbed her husband's cock without hesitation, was now frozen. All of her earlier sauciness was gone, and her hand was visibly shaking as it quivered a few inches away from the black monolith, something she had already held under water. Then however, it had been out of her sight, but now it was inches from her face.

"Go ahead babe," Paul whispered, and after she glanced up at him with a look that made her appear like a deer in the headlights, her hand grasped the black shaft about halfway down. 

Paul recalled a movie where a girl sucked two guys off, and had actually managed to get a little bit of both cocks in her mouth at the same time. This wasn't going to happen, Paul knew, but he shivered at the thought of having his cock rubbing up next to his boss's tool.

Instead, his wife started to suck on her husband's dick while looking out the corner of her eye at what she was holding in her other hand. She moved her hand up and down the shaft a couple of times, causing the foreskin to retract a bit each time, until the entire plump knob was exposed.


Everybody Does It: The End



"Go ahead babe," Paul said, cupping her cheek and guiding her face over to the boss's cock, and after couple of false starts Diane opened her mouth and let her thin pink lips glide over the black cherry knob.

Paul could tell that Diane's teeth must have nicked his boss from the way he jumped, but he said nothing and just looked down at Diane while letting his long ebony fingers slide through her blonde locks.

As Paul looked down at his wife servicing his boss, his heart raced at the way Diane knelt there and held Rawle's cock like it was a megaphone, with both hands gripping the shaft halfway down. It was not only evidence of how tiny his wife's hands were but also testimony to the outrageous thickness of the organ she was gamely trying to suck on with her mouth opened as wide as possible.

"Help her out," Mr. Johnson whispered to Paul, who dropped to his knees beside his wife and grabbed the bottom of the shaft below Diane's hands, and she was startled to see her husband beside her but gave a little scared smile as she yielded the big black cock to him.

Paul heard Diane gasp when his mouth took in the bulbous knob and slid a little ways down the shaft, and Paul tried to pretend his wife wasn't next to him as he started bobbing up and down while twisting and pulling on his boss's nuts. 

Diane had her left hand on the stump of Mr. Johnson's cock and had began to slide it up and down a little bit, but when Paul glanced down he saw his wife's right hand down between her legs, fingering herself as she watched her husband suck cock.

Paul took the cock out of his mouth to whisper for Diane to lean over, and when he started to lick the one side of the glans Diane began to tongue the other side while they looked at each other over the cock they shared.

Soon their tongues were dueling on the tip as their hands stroked the shaft, causing Rawle to say, "Looks like you two have done this before" as he squirted a clear lube all over the top of his cock.

Paul stopped licking long enough to shake his head no, and then licked Mr. Johnson cock up straight, exposing the meaty testicles that hung low in the wrinkled black pouch, and Paul ducked under and captured one in in mouth, sucking and stretching the loose skin while hoping Diane would join him.

When Paul glanced over she saw his wife licking the base of Mr. Johnson's cock, her tongue sliding along the vein-riddled surface while the hand she didn't have between her own legs was just above her husband's on Rawle's cock.

She seemed fascinated with the foreskin, and was moving it up and down over the head when she saw her husband looking at her. She smiled nervously and ducked down to join her husband in sucking on the other ball.

Just then Mr. Johnson reached down and grabbed Diane under the arms and lifted her up effortlessly, depositing the petite blonde on the bed and spreading her legs. From Paul's vantage point kneeling at the foot of the bed he thought that Mr. Johnson was going to take her then and there, but instead his boss bowed his head down between Diane's thighs.

Diane was making little sounds as her fists grabbed the bedding, and Paul got up and wanted to watch Mr. Johnson go down on his wife but he glanced down and saw that Mr. Johnson was pushing his cock up and backwards, wiggling it just below his ass.

Paul climbed on the bed behind Mr Johnson and grabbed the cock he was offered. He sucked on the knob while he pulled it back as far as he could, and then licked the nuts that were divided by the upraised cock.

As Paul licked and sucked his boss's cock and balls, right in front of his eyes, clearly visible between Mr. Johnson's spread ass cheeks, was the tan puckered ring he had been forced to rim back at the office. Paul tried to concentrate on what he was doing as the sounds of Mr. Johnson tongue hungrily lapping Diane's pussy and her whimpering in response to his affection, but he knew what his boss wanted him to do, and when he didn't immediately do it, he heard his boss's voice from below.

"You know what I want," he growled before going back to what he was doing, and Paul wondered how Diane would react to seeing what he was about to do.

Letting go of Mr. Johnson's cock for a second, Paul held the hard ebony buttocks in his hands and licked the exposed knot before dipping the tip in. Paul felt Mr. Johnson's body quiver as he began licking, and then reached down to grab his dangling cock and began to milk it, pulling down with all his strength on the semi-turgid member which was getting hard fast.

Paul brought his other hand down and started pulling as hard as he could on the monstrous organ with both fists while jamming his face in the crack of his boss's ass to get his tongue in as far as he could.

Mr. Johnson's cock was now erect and was getting tougher to reach because it was starting to curl upward, but it didn't matter because Rawle Johnson was lifting his face up from Diane's pussy and knee-walking up close to her.

"Come here."

Rawle Johnson was talking to Paul, telling him to come up beside him, and Paul knew it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to see another man's cock go into Diane's pussy, but that wasn't quite right.

"Put it in her," Mr. Johnson said, and as Paul started and the greased cock swaying about Diane's pussy, his boss leaned over and whispered while repeating his command. "Put my cock in your wife's cunt."

Paul glanced at Diane, whose eyes kept darting back between the two men, and as Paul's hand - visibly shaking - reached out toward the pulsating rod, he waited for Diane to call out his middle name. 

Diane did not, and merely lay there breathing heavily, her thighs parted with another man kneeling between them, her body glistening with sweat - hers and his. With her tiny breasts all but disappeared with her on her back, she looked like an innocent about to be violated for the first time instead of a 38 year old woman about to experience another man's cock for the first time since she was single.

"That's it," Mr. Johnson said, nodding his approval as he watched his subordinate rubbing the tip of his cock into Diane's clit.

Paul felt Diane's hand on his thigh, although she was looking up at the giant above her, and her hand was scratching and clawing at him while he teased her pussy with Mr. Johnson's cock until it was taken from him.

"Here we go," Rawle Johnson hissed as he put the plum-sized glans in the fold and eased forward.

Paul heard his wife let out a yelp, but his eyes were trained down between her legs as his boss tried to push his manhood into an orifice not used to anything like this.

"Like a virgin," Rawle snickered to Paul before pushing a little bit more into Diane.

Rawle leaned down over Diane, telling her to relax before he kissed her, and Diane's hands let go of the bedding and brought them up to Mr. Johnson's biceps, which were glistening and bulging.

Paul couldn't bear to look at them kissing, and instead looked down to where the head of his boss's manhood was inside Diane, but the rest of the muscled organ was still outside as he stayed suspended over his prey.

Two inches in and another 8 or so to go, Paul thought to himself as he backed up off of the bed and stood there watching as Mr. Johnson straightened back up and squirted some more gel down on his cock while doing a little gentle rocking motion.

"That's it baby," Rawle purred. "Just relax. Give it up for me. You know you want it. That's it, take my cock, nice and slow."

Diane was gripping Rawle's arms so tight Paul thought her nails might draw blood, and as she squirmed and thrashed in the bedding Paul watched more and more of that huge black cock slide into his wife.

With about half of it in, Mr. Johnson retracted almost all of it before sliding back in, and Diane was arching her back off the bed while her eyes rolled back in her head as his boss began to stroke in and out in a gentle rhythm.

Suddenly feeling like an outsider, Paul stepped back from the bed and moved toward the dresser, where the camcorder was humming away, catching the sight of Rawle Johnson's balls flopping around wildly while further below, his cock was sliding deeper and deeper with every thrust.

He wasn't putting it all the way in, Paul noticed as he watched, and with his wife's rear end rising up under Mr. Johnson's urging, he thought of the tiny pink knot - the anus that his boss had told him he would be taking at some point, and Paul knew that even if it would be anatomically possible to do, he couldn't stand by and watch it happen.

But now, the bed was rocking, with his boss looking like he was doing push-ups, with only his toes and hands touching the bedding, and from the rear it seemed to Paul like Mr. Johnson's body looked like an anatomical drawing, with every muscle and tendon fully expressed under his sparkling ebony skin.

Beneath him, Paul could only see Diane's fingers clutching his boss's biceps, and her feet, which were up in the air kicking, but what his husband couldn't see, he could hear.

And what Paul heard were the sounds he had heard many times before. When he heard the unmistakable sounds that Diane always made when she was about to cum, he was momentarily comforted when he realized that she wasn't as loud as she always was, but then he realized that was because she wasn't groaning and cursing into his ear with him on top of her

She came, and Paul was hoping that his boss had as well, since his thrusting slowed while Diane was clawing his arms and kicking her feet, but it didn't look like he had. He did pull his cock out of Diane, but only to move her to a new position, on all fours.

"Let your husband get a good look at you," Rawle said as he positioned Diane facing the end of the bed where Paul was standing by the dresser, and after his boss stuck some sheets under Diane's knees to lift her up a bit, he moved in behind her.

Although Paul couldn't see the penetration, he could tell when the cock went back inside of his wife by the way her face contorted. Her pale features now flushed, she braced herself with her hands as Mr. Johnson began sliding in and out of her from behind, his long black fingers rubbing her back on the way up to her shoulders.

Paul found himself moving towards the bed, wincing when his foot hit a wet sticky spot on the carpet. His seed, as he had cum while his wife did, and after stepping over the mess he knelt at the foot of the bed, reaching up and holding Diane's hand.

It was if she hadn't realized he was there, but she nodded and gripped his hand in return.

"I love you," Paul whispered, reaching down to kiss her ring before leaning up and kissing her cheek before whispering, "Diane?"

Diane nodded as the bed began bouncing more and more, with Mr. Johnson now thrusting hard, as if ticked off about the show of affection, and Paul knelt there helplessly while his wife made tiny gasping sounds each time she was impaled.

"Honey?" Paul said softly as the sound of skin slapping together was like thunder, and along with Diane's gasping and Mr. Johnson's guttural grunting was almost deafening in a way. "You okay?"

Diane looked like a dear in the headlights, and then when Paul leaned forward to kiss her, her head was yanked backward, courtesy of the hand full of blonde hair Rawle Johnson had in his fist.

"Show him!" Rawle Johnson roared as he pounded relentlessly into Diane. "Show him what you look like when you cum!" 

It wasn't pretty, but Paul watched. He watched Diane, her head pulled back and her neck straining, open her mouth and let out a silent scream before letting loose a real one while snorting and spitting before she fell face first into the bedding right next to Paul.

When Diane raised her head up she looked groggy but okay, and Paul thought that she might have even winked at him, before she rolled onto her side.

At least it was over, Paul thought as he looked over at the clock, doing a double take when he saw how much time had passed, but he was wrong. It wasn't over, even though Paul thought it was, and judging by Diane's reaction, she might have too.

"Maybe we'll let the spectator get involved," Rawle Johnson said as he rolled Diane completely onto her side and spooned up behind her, lifting her leg and pushing his still erect manhood up near her pussy.

"You did good last time, Lombardo," Mr. Johnson said. "Stick it in Diane for us."

Diane still looked dazed but she nodded, so Paul reached out for Mr. Johnson's cock, which was arching up between his wife's legs, slick with Diane's fluids. Paul saw the redness of his wife's barely visible pussy lips, made a little redder by the constant pounding given her orifice, and he grabbed the bottle of lube that way on the bed and squirted some on the upstanding cock, working it in with his hands before pulling the snake up to the opening.

Diane gasped when her husband slid the head of Rawle's cock inside her, and Paul leaned back to watch the well-oiled organ slide about halfway in before sliding back out. It was an almost frightening sight, Paul thought, seeing the immense underside of the cock's stump - the part that would never get inside a woman, and as Paul watched he heard his boss's voice.

"Go ahead," Mr. Johnson said. "She'll like it. I will too. Do us both"

It was as if Mr. Johnson was reading his mind, Paul thought as he looked at the two of them on their hips facing him, with his boss kissing Diane's neck and shoulders while she leaned back against him. Then Mr. Johnson pulled his cock out nearly all the way, with just the very tip inside the orifice, the tiny fold now gaping wide, before sliding the immense tool back in.

Mr. Johnson still had Diane's leg raised high, straining the insides of her thigh muscles as he penetrated her from behind, and as suggested Paul leaned down to put his tongue on the space between Mr. Johnson's cock and balls before he ran it up the underside of the massive black organ as it pushed in and out.

When his mouth reached the opening, Paul forced his tongue up around his wife's clit, and she squealed when he found it. Back and forth Paul's tongue went, swooping up and down between the cock and the clit, and his boss started thrusting harder and faster while Diane started to writhe around under the combined affection of the two men.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you girl?" Rawle Johnson cackled. "You like your husband licking her pussy while I fuck you, don't you?"

"Don't you?" Rawle snorted, and Diane whimpered yes.

Paul kept licking, concentrating on his wife with his tongue while kneading and twisting his boss's scrotum, trying to make them both cum. From above Paul heard his wife let out a scream that sent a chill down his spine while a mist of fluid sprayed on his chin, and then Paul heard his boss groan as his thrusting slowed.

Paul kept licking, hoping that Mr. Johnson had cum so Diane could get some rest, and then the evidence appeared. As the ebony rod stopped going in and out of his wife, Paul saw the ripples of milky white semen begin to drool out of his wife and down Mr. Johnson's shaft.

Paul backed away, and then went off the bed and watched while Mr. Johnson's deflating dick began to slither out of Diane, and then she sighed one last time when the thing finally fell out. Paul left the bedroom and went out to the kitchen, pouring himself a generous shot of Chivas Regal while looking out at the patio.

It had happened, and while Paul knew that he had wanted it to happen in a way, somehow seeing his boss's cum pouring out of Diane's pussy made it all too real. His wife had liked it, that was for sure. That last orgasm had her screaming like he had never heard before, and it was obvious that Mr. Johnson had been right. Once he has them, they're his until he's had enough, and now that Diane had experienced him, that was going to be the end.

But what about me, Paul wondered? I stood there and jerked off while watching it happen, and then as he helped them both cum with his tongue, he had cum again, squirting a load into the sheets by humping the bed while licking them both.

Paul stayed out in the kitchen for about 15 minutes, hoping that his boss would get dressed and be gone, but when no one left the bedroom he took the bottle and his glass and went back in.

Mr. Johnson hadn't gotten dressed, and didn't look like he was planning on leaving anytime soon either, what with him on his back looking down and the petite blonde laying across his hip, trying to hold on to a very rubbery cock while sucking on the head.

"My man!" Mr. Johnson declared as he saw his subordinate enter the room with the liquor. "To the rescue like a good Saint Bernard. No glasses?"

"No," Paul mumbled, handing his boss the bottle.

"Want to see the old ghetto side of me?" Mr. Johnson laughed as he took the bottle from Paul and took a sip. "Want some baby?"

Diane took the cock out of my mouth long enough to let her husband's boss tip a little into before returning to the task at hand while Paul went over to the chair in the corner and sat.

Diane was having a lot of trouble handing the jello-like snake, and a couple of times he took his cock from Diane and slapped her playfully on the cheek with it. Paul wasn't surprised when his boss beckoned him over for assistance. Like before, the Lombardo's shared the cock, and after a few minutes he was hard enough for more.

Dismissing Paul to the corner, Rawle had Diane straddle him, making sure Paul saw his wife ease down on the massive monolith while she struggled to stay up high enough so that she wasn't fully impaled. Luckily, Rawle pulled Diane off of him after a couple of minutes and rolled over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, but then had Diane sit on his lap facing him before standing up, cupping Diane's ass in his hands as he rose and proceeded to walk over to Paul in the corner while bouncing Diane up and down on his tool. 

Paul rose as they neared him, and Mr. Johnson turned his back to him, allowing Paul to see his wife hanging on to his boss's neck while she was treated like a rag doll. Paul reached over to touch Diane's hand and was surprised when she grabbed his, since she looked to be out of it.

"I love you."

Diane didn't say it, she only mouthed the words, and Paul thought for a second she winked before she started moaning and screeching, clawing at Rawle's back hard enough to leave evidence of what she was doing.

"Yeah! Cum for me, you slut!" Rawle growled, his Barry White turning feral as he skewered the petite woman, and then his knees bent as he let out an animal-like moan. Diane looked at her husband and let out a weak smile as she was brought over to the bed.

Paul sat back down as the two of them held each other on the bed, and after a few minutes Rawle announced that she had to get going because he had a flight to catch the next morning.

"Come on baby," Rawle said after he climbed out of the bed, reaching back and extending his hand. "You can help me shower."

Paul watched Diane roll gingerly out of bed, her legs wobbly as she let Mr. Johnson lead her to the bathroom. Paul followed, watching as his boss let Diane go into the bathroom first before closing the door in Paul's face, and the sound of the lock turning stopped Paul's hand from turning the knob.

The shower went on, and Paul stood there helplessly at the door, wondering what was going on in there. Could he be doing it with her again? When Paul had seen Diane walking to the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice the redness of her knees, which was nothing compared to her back which was crimson from being pounded into the sheet, and Paul could even see the faint bruises on her butt where his boss's fingers has been.

If she screamed, Paul was ready to knock the door in to try and help Diane, but no scream came and the shower eventually got turned off. Paul went into the bedroom and looked at the camcorder, which had run out of film a while back, and after looking at the tape inside, rummaged through the closet while hoping the two of them didn't come out.




Everybody Does It: The End



After a few minutes the two of them came back out, led by Paul's boss.

"Lay here," Rawle said, finding a corner of the bed that wasn't covered with sweat and bodily fluids, and after putting Diane on her back, took the bottle of lube and put the nozzle at the reddened lips of her sex to squeeze what was left of the tube into her.

"Work that in, baby," Rawle purred before turning to Paul and motioning for him to follow him out to the hall.

"Get me hard," he said gruffly as he put his hands on Paul's shoulders, and as his subordinate began to suck on his cock he talked.

"You gotta teach that little lady how to suck cock," Rawle declared. "Damn, you're way better than she is, but that's one hell of a pussy she's got. See how many times I made her cum?"

Paul said nothing but continued and suck on his boss's manhood, feeling it begin to swell as Mr. Johnson described what his plans were.

"I've had virgins that didn't have pussies as tight as hers," Rawle announced. Next week - man I can't wait. Gotta make sure all those Thialand babes don't drain me completely before I get back. If her pussy is that tight, I can't wait until I fuck her in the ass next weekend."



"Gonna need your tongue for that," Rawle said while Paul cringed at the thought, even though he knew it wasn't going to happen. "You're gonna have to give her an enema first before I fuck that ass, so go shopping before next week."

"There!" Rawle said as he pulled away from Paul, his cock erect and swaying in front of him. "Time for your present."

Rawle went back into the bedroom, where Diane was laying on her back where he had left her, and after saying something to her that Paul couldn't hear, parted her thighs and sunk his cock into the lubricated opening while Diane cried out in pain. 

It was quick. Rawle impaled Diane with his cock, making her cry out, and then took a half dozen deep thrusts before coiling his back and bellowing, "Arrrghhh!" After pulling on his cock to drain it dry inside of her, he climbed off of Diane and whispered something before he kissed her on the head and walked over to clothes to get dressed.

"You're in charge of the office in my absence. I sent out an e-mail before I left," Rawle explained as he grabbed his camcorder off of the dresser. "You and Davis try not to fuck up things too much before I get back." 

Paul walked his boss to the door, and after a reminder that he was to shave Diane's pussy before next week, he was gone.

Paul went back to the bedroom and saw Diane still on her back in the bed, her legs spread wide. Out of the raw lips of her sex, Paul could see the semen oozing out of his wife as she watched him come to the side of the bed.

"You okay?" Paul asked and Diane nodded.

"Rawle said that I should - he said that I should lay here like this for you," Diane explained. "He said that cuckolds like to clean up after him, and so you would want to go down on me."

"It's okay," Diane said after he shook his head no. "Remember, we aren't holding anything from tonight against each other - ever."

"I know. I don't want to though," Paul said, adding, "Unless you want me to."

Diane shook her head and noted, "Your dick is hard. Must mean you might want to."

"No," Paul said as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between his wife's thighs, but instead of bowing his head he brought his erection to her red opening.

"Honey - I'm sore - really sore down there," Diane said when he saw what her husband was doing.

"You won't even feel me," Paul said as he slid his dick into her.

"Ow! Wrong," Diane said, grabbing Paul's biceps before adding. "It's okay. Just stay like that for a minute. I love you inside of me."

"What did you two do in the shower?" Paul asked as his erection floated in the fluids inside of his wife's pussy.

"Took a shower. Actually, it was more like me cleaning him - all over," Diane added. "I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth, in case you're wondering. After I cleaned him all over he had me suck his cock, but he couldn't get it up. He said it was because I wasn't used to sucking on big ones, but I would get the hang of it after a while. Rawle said that after a few weeks I'd be able to give head as good my husband"

"Probably," Paul said.

"Can't believe how hard you are," Diane noted. "Is it because he - you know - before he left."

"I don't know," Paul admitted. "Really, I don't know what I'm thinking. But for some sick reason I enjoyed watching you, seeing how good it was for you. I simply love watching you come, I guess even when I'm not the one responsible."

"It was okay."

"Looked like it was way more than okay for you," Paul suggested.

"Parts were good I admit it. When I watched you give Rawle head, it was good. Really really good. And when we sucked on it together, I really liked that," Diane confessed. "Told you that turned me on. And I admit that the first time I came, it was good. I'm not going to lie."

"Combined with what we did together, along with you watching me, I really came hard," Diane said. "It was a weird and different feeling another man inside of me, but I did cum. The second time, when you were holding my hand and he was pulling on my hair?"

"Yes"

"Faked it."

"Didn't look it."

"Faked that one," Diane said. "I didn't like getting treated like some kind of pig, and I figured that if I put on a show it would get him to cum. It didn't work though. Thought it might turn you on too."

"It did."

"And the fourth time I supposedly came? When he was bouncing me up and down while carrying me?" Diane asked and Paul nodded. "Another acting job. I hated that. He was trying to hurt me and maybe make me beg for mercy or something, but no way. It did make him cum though, even when I tried to scratch his skin off for calling me a slut."

"You're quite the actress," Paul said as he slightly moved his dick around.

"And before you ask, NO!"

"No, what?"

"No, I've never faked cumming with you," Diane declared. "When I cum with you, you know it, and when I don't cum, you know it too. Sometimes I carry on more than necessary, but I enjoy it. And the other time that I supposedly had an orgasm? When you were going down on me? That was real."

"You liked him taking you from behind like that? Paul asked, adding ruefully, "I could never reach like that."

"No, it wasn't that, although I'm sure the fact that he had his dick in me didn't hurt, but it was your tongue that drove me wild."

"I wasn't only - I mean, when I was licking down there, I was licking him too," Paul confessed.

"I know," Diane said. "I keep telling you how much that excites me."

"He plans on coming here next week when he gets back from Thailand," Paul said.

"I know. He told me in the shower," Diane said. "He's got big plans. He wants me to shave my pubic hair - said he's like me to go with him and get our whole bodies waxed. He also said he wants me to decided what size implants I wanted. he said he's fix it so the company's insurance pays for them."

"How big do you want them to be?" Paul asked.

"Back about 20 years ago, when I was dating, I would have said maybe a C cup, although maybe a B would look better on little old me," Diane mused. "But now? I've got the man I want to spend my whole life with, and unless he's dissatisfied..."

"I love you just the way you are."

"Then that's the answer."

"He also said he's going to fuck you in the ass next week," Paul said, and Diane started to giggle. "I also have to give you an enema before that happens."

"He's one arrogant son-of-a-bitch. That makes another thing that isn't going to happen," Diane declared. "Can you imagine?"

"He's going to be back in town late Thursday," Paul said. "I'll break it to him and have my resignation ready. It's going to be tough for a while, until I can find something else."

"We'll make it," Diane said confidently. "All we need is each other. All I ask is 3 things."

"Shoot."

"We take the sheets off of the bed, everything, and we throw them in the garbage."

"Consider it done."

"Second," Diane said. "We haul this mattress and box spring down to the garage as soon as we get off of it. If it isn't soiled we can give it to Goodwill, and tomorrow we go mattress shopping, if I can walk that is."

"Agreed. And what's number 3?"

"Cum inside me," Diane said. "Please. I want you to. I need you too. It won't hurt much, and besides, I feel lucky."

It didn't take more than a minute, and after Paul shot his seed into Diane's womb they got up and stripped the bed.

"You think he might use that tape he made to blackmail you?" Diane suggested.

"You noticed that camcorder, huh?"

"Yeah. At first I thought it was ours."

"No, he's got enough on me already," Paul shrugged. "Besides, I don't think a tape of the house walk-through we did before we signed the mortgage has much extortion value."

"What?"

"While you two were in the shower, I grabbed one of our old tapes. I swapped the porn tape he thought he made for ours. Might have been a blank one, or the film of this house," Paul said, going over to the dresser and pulling out the actual tape that had just been made.

"What should we do with it?" Diane asked.

"We could burn it."

"True, but maybe we should watch it first," Diane said. "Might be fun. Better than anything we get from Netflix."

"I thought we weren't going to hold anything against each other?" Paul asked.

"We aren't going to. Not ever," Diane emphasized before they started to move the mattress. "We can just watch it - without any Mystery Science Theatre 3000 commentary, that is."

"Deal," Paul said. "Marie."

"Deal, David."

...

Epilogue.

"Mr. Lombardo," said Rawle Johnson's secretary after buzzing him. "It's them. They want to speak with whomever is in charge."

Paul sighed because he knew that the "them" in question was corporate headquarters, and told Grace to put the call through to him, cursing Mr. Johnson for putting him in charge. Even though he was likely going to be out on his ass upon his return, Paul sucked it up and took the call and the inevitable bullshit that came whenever anybody besides the boss had to deal with the home office calling from Dallas.

Two minutes later, Paul Lombardo set the phone down and stared out the window, and while his head spun at the news he had be told, it took only seconds for him to get moving.

"Grace," he told Mr. Johnson's secretary after racing over to the boss's office. "I need to get the Prentiss file. They're ticked off about the deadline being moved."

The usually surly woman, who had been there forever, got up and went to the door and unlocked it for Paul, who said he thought he knew right where it was.

The secretary stood in the doorway, chatting with another of the support staff while waiting for Paul to find the file so she could go back to doing nothing. Opening the drawer he thought he remembered Mr. Johnson taking it from, he was ecstatic when it was right there on top.

"Got it!" Paul said as he raced past Grace and went over to his desk like a man on a mission, which was a good description.

When Paul got to his desk he opened up the manila folder with LOMBARDO boldly printed on top, and after rifling through the documents inside that he was quite familiar with, ducked it into his own briefcase, and after waiting a few minutes, e-mailed the entire office and told them there would be an office-wide meeting in a half hour and that everyone, without exception, had to be there.

"People," Paul said, taking control of the situation although this was new to him. "I've just gotten some horrible news. Mr. Johnson was killed in a traffic accident earlier today in Thailand. I'm sure more news will follow, but I wanted you all to know before the media gets a hold of it."

The buzzing that followed was only interrupted when Paul reminded everyone that they direct all media questions to him, and when he told the office that they would be closed on Friday to honor their fallen leader, the buzzing got more upbeat.

Later, after everyone had left, Paul put all of the papers that showed his illicit Internet activities through the shredder. Although all he could do was hope that this was all there was, Paul knew that if there was more, he would know it soon enough.

At home, Diane took the news much like Paul had, with a mixture of relief and regret.

"I hated a lot about him," Diane would say after learning of Rawle's death. "But we did sleep with him."

"I know."

"Are they having any kind of memorial at work?" Diane asked, and after Paul told her they were closing the office tomorrow, she suggested that they have their own service at home.

"OW!" Diane said as she watched herself to the TV being bounced around the bedroom on the late Rawle Johnson's cock. "Can we go back to the part where you're licking both of us?"

"But you can't see anything but your backs and my feet."

"I still remember how it felt though," Diane said, and after it got rewound they spent the rest of the night screwing like newlyweds.

At work, Paul was named Interim Director, although at a much lower salary than Mr. Johnson had earned, he was sure, but that was fine with him.

With the job title, Paul got to field questions from staff about what had really happened in Thailand, since the rumors were flying hot and heavy, and the one particular one kept coming up again and again in water cooler mumblings.

"I know you can't really say, although since I am your deputy I thought maybe you could fill me in," Scott Davis asked Paul late one afternoon.

"Word has it that our man Johnson met an unfortunate end in Thailand," Scott Davis asked his new boss.

"I've heard a number of rumors," Paul said. "The man died in a car accident. T-boned at an intersection by somebody running a light."

"I know that's the official story," Davis said as he looked around to make sure no one was around. "But I heard that he was getting his cock sucked when the car hit him and the impact caused his cock to be bit right off."

"I heard that one before," Paul admiited. "Has an urban legend feel about it though."

"And did you also hear that the one doing the sucking wasn't a she but a she-male? You know, a transvestite?" Paul's assistant explained with a grin. 

"Look, I don't see the point of giving credence to these crazy rumors," Paul said. "The man is dead. Let's let him rest in peace and just try to carry on without him."

"Sure," Davis said. "But imagine, getting your cock bit off! Ow!"

"It's bullshit. End of story," Paul said, ending the conversation, although he thought that he knew the story was bullshit because no matter how good a cocksucker the transvestite was, there was no way he could have bitten it off.

The truth was that the trannie had only bit it in half and not even clear off. Besides, it was the crash that really killed him, so with that in mind Paul tried to concentrate on work and forget Mr. Johnson as best he could, and he succeeded, for about 6 weeks.

"Honey," Diane said, and when Paul saw the expression on her face he immediately knew what was wrong.

"Your mother?" Paul asked, since the woman had been in failing health for a few months.

Diane just shook her head no and held up a stick that had a little plus sign on it.

"Honey, that's great!" Paul said, but then he thought about it and lost a little enthusiasm.

"Oh. This could get interesting," Paul mused, the thought of his ailing mother getting handed a baby that was anything but the product of an Italian and Irish mating would be the end of her for sure.

"It could be yours," Diane said hopefully. "After all, it was just one night." 

"We've been trying for ten years, and all of a sudden we get lucky just at this particular time?"

"Could be," Diane said. "Remember, we've been doing a whole lot of screwing the last couple of months, so it might not be his."

"It's not going to be his," Paul said. "Mr. Johnson is gone."

"You can stop calling him Mr. Johnson," Diane reminded her husband.

"Okay. Rawle is gone, so the baby is mine. I got you into this."

"And I went along with it," Diane chimed in.

"Still, it was my fault that anything happened, so there's no question of who the father is," Paul said. "Unless you want to - you know?"

"No."

"Then we'll hope for the best. We have the child and love the child no matter what."

"Maybe - remember how both of your stuff was inside me?" Diane mused. "Maybe the baby batter got blended somehow."

"That's ridiculous," Paul said before Diane started giggling after she couldn't hold a straight face.

"I hope it's a boy," Diane said. "I hope he's got your smile, and maybe he'll have..."

"A cock like Rawle's?" Paul asked.

"I was thinking of his height, silly," Diane chirped. "Anyway, we'll know for sure in about seven months."

Seven months and four days to be exact, and Paul was there watching when the crown emerged from inside his wife. They had been on edge for months and now they would know, along with everyone in the delivery room, and their friends and family and the world.

"She doesn't look anything like me," Paul said as the screaming little girl entered their lives, and as a flushed Diane looked down at what Paul was being handed, he held up the fairest looking Irish-Italian American lass one could imagine.

At home a few days later, Paul and Diane had one last ceremony to perform, and as they set the tape into the outdoor fireplace and watched the only thing linking them to their moments of infidelity go up in flames, Paul said, "And never again."

"Right," Diane said as they backed away from the stench of the burning plastic. "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we could find some nice guy - not to do anything with me, but just so I could watch you suck his..." Diane suggested, but stopped when she saw Paul's reaction. "Never mind. Just a thought."

...

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