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Rec-Room Rendezvous

By: PrevertedMe



Authors Note:

This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories ... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate – realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy – please enjoy.




 Rec-Room Rendezvous

 Kneeling naked between her husband's legs Janet gazed up into his eyes. One hand held the base of his rigid cock, her fingers squeezing and tugging at it gently. She mewed softly as her lips slid along the member again and again. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed Jack held her long, curly hair out of the way, his fingers twined with the reddish-brown tresses.

After a few minutes the petite woman used her tone legs to lift herself up and slide her lips to the very base of his cock, her hand slipping out of the way. She held this position for a moment, inches of him stuffed in her throat.

"Oh God yes, Baby," he growled.

She pulled back, stopping with only his cockhead in her mouth's embrace. Rolling her tongue over this, she suckled on it as her fingers once again wrapped themselves around the base. Then she slid her lips back down to touch her fingers and pulled back. Pumping her lips along his shaft she tugged at the base, urging him toward his climax. Her breasts were pressed against his legs, her swollen nipples smooshed against him and being rubbed. Between her own legs her pussy grew wet, her juices making her panties damp.

"Oh yea. That's it. Suck my cock."

Soon she felt him growing even harder, sensed his balls tightening. Knowing that he would soon be releasing himself for her stoked her own lust and she mewed a little louder as she pumped her lips along his cock.

"Suck it, Baby. Fuck me with your mouth."

His words added fuel to her hunger, making her moan needily.

She both hated and loved the present situation.

She hated it because there would be an extended delay in her own satisfaction.

Jack had been away on business for weeks, leaving her to pleasure herself with her toys. In itself this wasn't bad. In fact it was something she'd grown accustomed to with his job. However, this time his return had been delayed. He'd only walked through the door shortly before their guests would begin arriving for a party they were throwing. This left them no time to fool around and get cleaned up.

Which led to the present situation. The one with her pleasuring him but having to wait until after the party for her own satisfaction. Waiting to have his cock where she really wanted it . . . where she really needed it . . . filling her pussy.

This was also why she loved it.

She knew from past experiences that this whole scenario would have her quite ready to go. This coupled with the fact that her act a fellatio meant he was not as deprived led to him lasting longer later. Therefore she could anticipate multiple, powerful orgasms.

It was this thought that drove her to pump her lips back and forth along his shaft faster and faster, hungrily sucking on him while tugging at the base.

"Oh God yes, Baby," he moaned. His cock twitched within her mouth and began unleashing his jizz. "God yes."

She accepted his pent-up load, swallowing it greedily while her fingers squeezed and tugged. Eventually she milked the last drops from him and he began to soften. She let him slip from her mouth, but kept hold of him.

"Promise me, Jack, that we won't let this party go so late that we're too tired to screw after everyone leaves," she whispered.

"Ahh, what's the matter? Is my hot little wifey horny?" He chuckled.

"You know I am," she glared at him as she stood up and headed into the bathroom.

"Well, don't you worry, Baby. I'm certain that you'll get your satisfaction tonight," he assured her.

Janet brushed her teeth and hair, then got dressed. For underwear she chose a bra and pantie set of black lace, knowing it was one of Jack's favorites. Over them and her fit body she wore a simple deep maroon blouse and dark grey skirt. She left the first buttons of the blouse undone to offer a teasing glimpse of her ample breasts without putting them on obvious display. The skirt covered only part of her thighs, leaving her tanned legs well exposed. Knowing she would be spending the night on her feet she chose to a pair of low heeled shoes to complete the outfit.

Jack walked up behind her while she was double checking herself in the mirror. One hand caressed her heart shaped ass as he leaned down to lightly kiss her neck. A shiver raced through her body causing her to close her eyes.

"It's just so frustrating when we're apart so long," she sighed as she turned to face him. Rising up on her tiptoes she kissed him.

His arms slid around her and pulled her into him. Their lips opened and their tongues slipped over one another. Janet's entire body smoldered with her desire and she felt herself growing damper. Reflexively she ground herself against him.

"My, you are horny," he grinned when they separated.

"Absolutely," she hissed.

And with that, the chiming doorbell announced their first guest's arrival.

It'll be alright, she told herself as they headed downstairs. The time should go by quick . . . And when they're all gone, I can get mine.

She felt her face flush as thoughts about what would be happening later flashed through her mind.

God, I am horny, she thought with a smile.

She loved the fact that after 13 years of marriage her and Jack still enjoyed each other in that way. Especially since so many of their friends had lost "it" after fewer years.

The next couple of hours were filled with the expected laughter and small talk. The house flowed with people important to Jack's career and Janet played the consummate host, chatting with those she already knew and meeting those she hadn't. The evening was a blur of offhand conversations spiked by forgotten drinks. Floating from one conversation to the next she ran into Jack off and on. Each time they exchanged little kisses while he slyly touched her ass or lovingly brushed her cheek, acts which kept her nerves tingling and her embers smoldering. Adding to her fervor was the usual flirtations by a number of their male guests. Men who showered her with compliments and admired her with furtive glances. Although she always viewed these attentions as harmless, she did enjoy them. They made her feel good about herself. And on this night she found herself flirting a little more than usual.

Three of the men were Tom, John, and Dan.

Tom was one of Jack's oldest friends, and probably the best looking one. When they exchanged their customary pecks on the cheek he seemed to hold her arm for a moment longer than usual, his touch radiating through her blouse pleasantly. But Janet wasn't sure if he actually did this, or if her aroused state just made her imagine it.

Jack hadn't known the other two men quite as long, but they were still pretty tight. And Janet thought they were also nice looking.

As she stood chatting with the trio she felt their eyes roving over her. Under their scrutiny she felt herself blushing and finding it difficult to meet their gaze.

Then, although for some unknown reason she didn't really want to, she eventually had to leave them to talk with other guests.

At some point she bumped into Tom again, this time by himself. Again she suspected him of holding her arm for an extended time as his eyes obviously slid down over her body. They picked up in their conversation from earlier and Janet found herself admiring his handsome features and strong form. The next thing she knew she realized she was wondering about his other . . . features. And how he'd be in bed. With suddenly burning cheeks she chastised herself for these thoughts.

That's so wrong, she told herself.

Yet she could not stop them from creeping through her mind.

She silently cursed Jack for his late return.

She was so lost in her confused thoughts that she nearly missed Tom mentioning an art show he'd recently attended. It was only the phrase 'semi-erotic artwork' that caught her attention.

"You're kidding me," she gasped.

"No, it was actually quite . . . impressive," he seemed uncertain of the reason for her reaction.

"You're talking about Jordan's work, right?" She named the artist.

"Um, yes," now he just seemed confused.

"I just bought one of his paintings for Jack."

"Really?"

"Yes. Come on, I'll show it to you," she took his arm and started leading him toward the stairs. "I found that gallery weeks ago, before the showing I believe. And I just knew Jack would love this piece."

Partway across the room they bumped into Jack.

"Hey, Honey. Guess whose art show Tom went to last week. Jordan's," she chirped.

"Really? That's the guy that did the piece in the rec-room, right?" He rested his hand on her hip, the weight of it sending a wave of excitement through her.

"Yes. I'm taking him to see it."

"Great. It is a nice piece," he told his friend as his hand slid down from her waist to cup her ass.

Trying to ignore her tingling nerves Janet led Tom away. The rec-room was in the home's lower level, an area not used for these parties. This meant that the pair left everyone behind as they descended the stairs. As the noise of the party diminished Janet realized the two of them would be completely alone.

Her heart raced with a surprising excitement.

In the rec-room she'd hung the painting above a couch against one wall.

"Here it is," she said, stepping over to it.

It took her a minute to recognize Tom's body heat radiating over her. His scent enveloping her. This led to the realization that he was standing directly behind her, mere inches separating them.

Her heart racing, she focused on trying to keep her breathing steady.

The painting depicted a pair of dancehall women sitting at opposite ends of an old style metal frame bed. While their hands weren't visible beneath their tattered Victorian dresses, it was obvious they were both masturbating, their painted faces contorted in ecstasy.

"Jack sure is a lucky man," Tom sighed, his breath stirring her hair.

"I... uh... I knew he'd like it," she stammered, a tingle racing down her spine.

"I mean, not only does he have a beautiful wife that allows such a painting in the house. But you actually bought it for him. That's crazy."

"Yea well, what can I say? He hit the lottery when he found me."

"That he did," he whispered, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

Janet's breath caught in her throat. Her nerves rang excitedly.

She was conspicuously aware that they were completely alone. The idea that maybe she should take steps to return to the party sprang into her mind. But she made no move to initiate such action.

Instead she tried telling herself that this man . . . one of her husband's oldest friends, and a man she trusted . . . meant nothing by the contact. That he was simply comfortable with their friendship.

Then one hand slid down to gently caress her arm. The other's fingertips feathered across her cheek as they pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. He leaned down. His warm breath played over her flesh and in her ear.

"You are so beautiful, Janet," He whispered softly. "So desirable."

On suddenly weak legs she struggled to remain still. Her nerves prickled with electricity. The embers which had been smoldering within her loins all night sizzled hotly.

She could no longer fool herself into thinking his actions were nonsexual. She had to admit that he intended to seduce her right here . . . right now. That placed the responsibility for fidelity squarely on her. Again she told herself to initiate a return to the party upstairs.

And again she failed to do so.

Instead she remained still, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing her arm. His breath on her flesh, tickling her tiny hairs.

"So damn sexy," he whispered before lightly kissing her neck.

Janet inhaled sharply. Her nerves screamed. Her flesh simmered. Tropical air blasted through her loins, stoking her embers in glowing red coals.

For the briefest of moments she wondered why he was doing it? What made him think she would be open to such an act? She could not think of a single instance in which she'd given him the impression that she'd be unfaithful to Jack. Or that she ever had been. And she hadn't. She had not been with any other man since her and Jack had become exclusive. She couldn't even remember ever standing this close to another man since then. Much less doing it here . . . in their home . . . with her husband and dozens of guests on the upper floor.

Then his hand slid forward, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against him so that their bodies were pressing together. Simultaneously his lips delicately kissed the tip of her ear, his warm breath swirling inside the tiny cavity.

With a deep sigh she folded back against him. Against her back she felt a bulge, and she instinctively knew it was his semi-hard cock. A small whimper escaped her slightly parted lips.

Once more she thought to stop it. To make some glib comment, brushing it off as a joke and return to the party upstairs. They could pretend like this never happened, maybe even forget it eventually.

But no glib comment came. Nor did any action to move away from him . . . much less leave the room.

He kissed her ear again.

Shivers raced through her entire body. Her legs wobbled, forcing her to rely on his support to remain standing. This meant that she folded back against him even more.

He took the opportunity to tighten his hold on her waist, pressing his crotch against her harder. His cock pulsed within his pants.

Her teeth caught at her bottom lip as another soft whimper slipped from her.

"You're so hot," he whispered, kissing her ear once more. "So desirable."

Summoning what she suspected was her last morsel of inner strength she braced herself against the urges raging through her body and turned around to face him. She lifted her hands and placed them against his chest so she could push him away.

"Tom--," she started with the intention of calling an end to this.

His arm loosened enough for her to spin but it didn't release her. His hand now rested atop one asscheek as he continued to pull her into him, his crotch now pressed to her front. The other hand shifted to cup her cheek and tilt her head back. Leaning down he gently kissed her.

As his lips brushed against hers Janet's resilience dissolved.

Parting her lips she accepted his tongue into her mouth, raising her own in response. Her arms slid up and around his neck, her body melting against his, her breasts mashing against him. A quiet moan rattled in her throat.

Tom cupped her hips with both hands, pulling her against him.

Janet basked in the sensation of him holding her. Reveled in their kisses. She felt his cock pulsing against her and pressed herself against it harder.

His hands started roaming over her body. As they explored her back and sides they left trails of heated flesh in their wake. After a moment or two he slipped one leg between her two, his thigh bumping against her crotch. One hand slid back to cup her ass and help press her into his thigh.

Her embers flared. Moaning, she reflexively ground her crotch against him.

After a couple minutes he guided her back toward the couch where he laid her back into the corner. Cradling her head his one hand held her hair back out of the way so he could kiss her neck freely. His other hand roamed over her, caressing her shoulder . . . her arm. It slid along her side . . . over her tummy. Teasingly it wandered past her breasts again and again, its heat the only thing to touch the firm mounds.

She kept her arms around his neck, her fingers playing in his hair. Soft, frustrated whimpers slipped past her lips. Her labored breathing caused her swelling nipples to rub against her bra. Her breasts ached to be touched and his roaming hand was a teasing vexation. Soon her body began shifting and squirming in an attempt to create the contact her body desired.

But it didn't work.

Roaming upward his hand slid past her mounds once more, slipping up to her shoulder instead. Brushing her neck with a series of delicate kisses his lips traveled to her ear. His teeth nipped her earlobe. His tongue feathered it's edge.

"Oh," she sighed.

His lips came to hers again, kissing her deeply, passionately. Their tongues dove over and around one another. Then his hand did envelope a breast. Cupping it he squeezed. She moaned into their kiss. Her back arched, pressing herself into his hand. He fondled the tit through her clothes, his hand heavy with his own desire. They shared kiss after kiss, their tongues swirling together.

Then Tom stopped massaging her breast to unbutton her blouse. Jerking most of the buttons loose he pushed the blouse's flaps aside, opening it. Cool air swirled over her flesh and the thin layer of sweat that had manifested there. Breaking their kiss he drew back to look down and admire her lustful beauty.

Above flushed cheeks her eyes smoldered, her lids heavy. Her teeth clasped her lower lip. Her breasts lay within her black bra, her nipples clearly outlined beneath the dark lace.

With an appreciative sigh he lowered his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply once more. His hand closed over her breast once again, now only her lace bra separated her flesh from his. Eventually his lips dropped to her neck again, his teeth nipping at her flesh.

"Oh," she panted, electricity shooting along her nerves.

"You're a hot little one, aren't you?" Tom whispered in her ear.

The only response she could manage was a soft whimper.

As he continued to kiss and nip at her neck his hand slid from one breast to the other, cupping and massaging this aching mound through her bra as well.

Janet's sex had been damp all night . . . ever since pleasuring Jack. Now it was rapidly growing wet. And as Tom continued to toy with her the wetness grew heavier. The fires being stoked within her loins made her legs start scissoring back and forth, her knees bending, her hips wriggling. The movements caused her skirt to ride up, piling around her hips, steadily exposing more and more of her flesh. Soon it barely covered her crotch, allowing brief glimpses of her panties as she twisted and squirmed.

Tom shifted beside her. She suddenly felt something rigid against her fidgeting leg. With a hungry whimper she shoved her leg against him.

She no longer thought about the party, or the people upstairs. Her body's raging hunger wouldn't allow it. Nor would it let her worry about being missed by her husband. It made her forget all of those things and only focus on the hunger roaring within her. Focus on the feel of Tom's hand on her breast . . . his delicate kisses and nipping teeth . . . the stiff cock pressing against her thigh.

She was lost to anything else. Only the moment . . . the here and the now . . . mattered.

Tom unhooked the front clasp of her bra. The lacy garment fell away, her breasts rolling free. Cool air swirled over their simmering flesh and throbbing nipples. His hand covered one tit, its touch hot and tantalizing as it fondled the pliant mound directly.

Tropical winds gusted through her, fanning her fires and making her moan. One of her hands dropped down and dove between them to scratch needily at his bulge.

"Yes, you are a hot one," Tom sighed happily. "You like a stiff cock."

Whimpering she continue to grope at his pulsing cock.

Tom slowly kissed his way down to brush his lips across the tops of her breasts. Then, cupping one firm mound he kissed his way to the nipple. With his lips hovering just above the swollen bud his tongue flickered out and swiped it a few times.

"Oh," she moaned. Her body arched, offering herself to him.


Rec-Room Rendezvous



Tom's lips closed over the nipple to suckle on it while he swirled his tongue over it.

"Oh yes," Janet panted, her body arching higher and her hand pressing at the back of his head.

He suckled and licked the nipple for a few moments while also fondling the breast. When he pulled away cool air swirled over the moistened bud.

"Oh," she gasped.

Shifting his attentions to her other breast he treated this one a little rougher, squeezing it tighter and using his teeth to gently nibble on her nipple while suckling it.

"Oh God," she panted with each nip and squeeze. "Oh God yes."

After another minute he switched back to the first tit, the force of his attentions again increasing slightly.

Under these manipulations her nipples turned into steel-like spires atop her pliant mounds. Her legs scissored more and more making her skirt ride up further, exposing her crotch and the panties covering it, the black lace wet with her juices. Her hand scratched at his pants, trying to get to his concealed cock.

"Yes. God yes," she whimpered over and over.

His hand dropped from her tit to her thigh, landing a couple inches from her crotch, hot upon her flesh.

Panting, she reflexively shifted her body, trying to slide herself closer to that hand.

Still suckling on her nipple, Tom traced tiny circles on her inner thigh. His fingers gradually crept upward until she could feel his body heat radiating through her panties to her trembling sex.

Whimpering, Jante's flesh quivered excitedly.

Millimeters from her crotch his fingers stopped their progress. They lingered there, tracing delicate lines in her flesh. His lips remained locked over one nipple, suckling. His tongue swirled.

Minutes dragged by.

Long exaggerated ones.

The feel of his fingers . . . so close . . . teased Janet's sex.

"Please," she whimpered. Her hand slid down from the back of his head to grab at his wrist and try pulling his hand those last few millimeters.

But his wrist locked, keeping his hand in place and stopping her from dragging it onto her mound. Pulling his mouth from atop her nipple he raised up to gaze down on her.

"You are so sexy," he grinned before leaning back down to kiss and nibble on her ear. "So hot. So wet."

"Oh God," she panted, her hand trying harder to pull his.

"You want me to touch your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to touch it and put my finger in it."

"Yes." Unable to pull his hand to her, Janet's hips rolled on the couch, trying to bring herself to it.

"First things first," he chuckled. Using her own grip on his wrist he pulled her hand to his crotch where her other hand was scratching at his pants.

With a groan Janet released his wrist. Her two hands tore at his belt and zipper. Once they were undone one hand dove inside, her fingers wrapping around his shaft to tug at it excitedly.

"You are a horny little slut," he groaned. "And I wanna see just how good you are at sucking cock."

With that he rolled away to sit back. Using the grip he'd retained in her hair he drew her up and started guiding her head down to his lap.

Her pussy ached to be filled. But simultaneously the idea of wrapping her lips around his manhood stoked the fires creating that ache.

Without losing her hold on him she obediently slipped off the couch and onto her knees before him. She grabbed one side of his pants and pulled while he raised up off the couch and pushed on his pants' other side. Together they shoved them down past his knees. His free hand joined the other to hold her hair up and out of the way. Holding his cock upright she gazed up at him while placing her tongue at its base and slowly sliding it up. Licking her way to the top she swirled her tongue around the head several times, lapping away the pre-cum there.

"God yes," he moaned with pleasure.

Janet placed her lips at the very tip of his manhood. Then she gradually pushed down, her lips parting. Her fires raging higher she moaned as she slid her lips down to where she'd wrapped her fingers around the base. She held herself there for a moment, her tongue sliding over and around him.

"Oh God yes," he moaned, closing his eyes and laying his head back.

Janet pulled her lips back, removing all but his cockhead from her mouth's wet embrace. She swirled her tongue over the head a few times before gradually lowering her lips back down. As they brushed her finger again she pulled back. Another moment of cradling just his cockhead in her mouth, tongue swirling, and she slid down once more. Gradually she worked up a pumping rhythm, sliding her lips up and down his flesh. The feel of him, the sensation of his rigid pole caressing her sensitized nerve endings, made her whimper as she did.

"Oh yes. That's it, Suck my cock," Tom groaned, his hands gently tugging at her hair. "Suck it like a good little whore. Fuck me with your slut mouth."

She didn't understand it but this surprising encounter . . . this unexpected tryst . . . had her fires raging hotter than they had in a long time. And hearing this man . . . someone other than her husband . . . talk to her the way she liked being talked to stoked those fires even more.

"Mmm," she whimpered as she shifted forward on her knees to straddle one of his legs and rub her pussy against his shin.

"You are a good little cock sucker. Yes you are. You like it. You like having a hard cock in your slut mouth. Being a dirty little whore."

"Mmm. Mmm."

She pressed herself harder against his leg, her hips rising and lowering slightly as she rubbed herself against him. She also managed to cram her one tit against his thigh, applying pressure to assuage a small portion of that aching mound's need.

"Oh God yes, suck it you dirty little whore. Suck my throbbing cock. Oh, fuck me with your mouth. Oh yes."

"Mmm . . . mmm."

She knew that if she did her task well she would draw his need forward. And she expected that he would then fill her aching pussy with the big, beautiful cock she was so hungrily sucking on. With this goal in mind she pumped her lips faster while also squeezing and tugging at the base.

"I know your pussy's wet . . . hungry. Having that hard cock in your mouth is making it wetter. Making it want to be touched more and more. Wanting to be filled." He moaned, as if reading her mind.

"Mmm!"

"And that's just what it's gonna get, you little slut. All you gotta do is slide back and get up on your knees."

Although his words promised her that which she so desperately desired she wasn't ready to lose the contact of his leg against her. So she didn't act immediately. Instead she continued to rub herself against him while pumping her lips up and done.

"I said raise that sweet little ass of yours up, slut," he almost growled, his hands tightening in her hair. "Put your wet little pussy back there so John and Dan can get a good look at just how wet you are."

His last words raised a deafening alarm in her mind. She froze, her lips somewhere between her fingers and his cockhead. Swallowing nervously she opened her eyes and lifted them to his face. What she saw there confirmed the fear that his words had prompted.

They'd been caught.

There were others in the room . . . watching them . . . watching her wantonly devour Tom's cock and hump his leg.

Instinctively she tried to pull away, raise up and pull her mouth from his rigid member. What she would have done then she had no idea, it was just an instinct. She'd probably have spun around to face their discoverers.

If she had she would have found the two men standing a couple feet away admiring the image of this sexy woman greedily sucking their friend's cock.

But she didn't. She couldn't. Tom didn't allow her to. He didn't allow her to remove himself from her mouth, much less turn around.

"Oh no," he growled, his hands firmly holding her head in place. "You keep sucking my cock and lift your ass like I said. You're loving this and you're gonna love it even more with another cock filling that wet little pussy of yours."

Janet continued to stare up at him, his words stoking her fires into seething infernos. She'd been with two guys before. Back in college. She'd enjoyed it too. Even though that had been little more than a clumsy, drunken romp. This promised to be better. The participants weren't as drunk and the men were more mature . . . more experienced.

And . . . just . . . more.

There were three of them this time.

Her churning desire made her legs scoot back of their own accord, raising her ass into the air. The new position meant she could no longer mash her tit against Tom's leg and the loss drew a sad sigh from her even as she once again began sliding her lips along his manhood. Her actions now caused her tits to sway beneath her.

"Oh yea, that's it," Tom groaned. "Get your ass up there. Show us what a slut you are."

Her movements had caused her skirt to fall and partially cover her ass. But now hands pushed it back up, piling it around her waist and revealing her heart-shaped ass in the dark panties. Both men behind her offered appreciative comments at the sight. Their voices told her that it was the John and Dan they'd been chatting with earlier.

Then two pairs of hands were on her. Kneeling to either side of her the new arrivals each cupped one swaying breast while also fondling an asscheek. With differing pressures they rubbed and squeezed, kneading and molding her pliant parts, tweaking her swollen nipples.

"Mmm," she whimpered needily. Her entire body shifted this way and that, attempting to press herself into all four hands simultaneously.

Lust might have been raging through her body, making her react reflexively to all the sensations fueling it. But she was also having some misgivings about the situation . . . especially now with others joining her and Tom. While not completely vanquished, the trepidations were largely calmed by the identity of these men. She knew them well enough to feel a certain level of comfort with them . . . even in this unusual situation.

Plus they were attractive.

Besides there were the multiple hands on her body and the hard cock before her.

"Mmm. Mmm," she whimpered, her lips sliding down to brush her fingers around the cock's base.

The hands on her ass sporadically slid down to caress her legs, their fingers dipping in to tickle her inner thighs. Reflexively her legs slid a little further apart with each dalliance.

After a few moments one hand lingered, the fingers lightly scratching at the edge of her panties. Reflexively Janet's ass rolled, her hips humping downward to push herself at the digits.

It worked.

At first the fingers merely bumped against her swollen labia. But as she continued to roll and hump they pressed firmly at her though her wet panties.

"Mmm!" Janet cried, her ass quivering.

"Damn, she's wet!" John declared, his fingers rubbing.

Her soaked panties were nothing but a delicate barrier between his fingers and her sex, allowing his digits to easily press between her lips.

Electricity shot through Janet. Her ass wiggled excitedly. Deep inside her an orgasm was awoke. Wanting to moan out she tried to raise up and off Tom's cock.

"Oh no you don't," he stopped her with his hands in her hair. "You just keep fucking me with that slut mouth of yours."

She whimpered sadly over having her wish refused even though the forced restraint added to her desire. Her orgasm was encouraged forward making her suck deeply on Tom's member.

"Yea, suck it slut. Suck my cock like a dirty whore."

For the next few minutes she knelt there, hands mauling her breasts and squeezing her asscheek. Fingers probing her through her panties.

Then John grew tired of even their weak barrier.

"Let's get these panties out of the way," he growled as his hands left her body.

She heard a metallic click. Cold metal slid under the side strap of her panties, the knife easily cutting the material. Her panties were pulled down so that the still intact side pooled around her knee.

John's hand returned to her sex. With no more barrier two of his fingertips dipped between her labia, teasing her opening.

"Mmm!" Janet cried. Her ass reflexively jerked backwards, pushing herself at the fingers.

"Damn she's horny," John crowed, his digits slipping inside her to the first knuckle.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She whimpered, her ass pushing back again, trying to get his fingers to fully penetrate her. Once again she moved to pull her mouth off Tom. And again he stopped her.

"Fuck, she's hot," Dan huffed.

To her frustration John's fingers pulled out of her pussy. Playing in her juices they slipped forward, crawling up to bump against her swollen clit.

"Mmm-hmm!" She cried, her ass jerking spastically, her mouth sucking greedily.

"Oh yea, that's it you little slut. Suck my cock," Tom's fingers tightened in her hair. "Show us what a naughty little whore you are."

John rubbed her clit, his fingers pressing and rolling the engorged button.

Janet's orgasm was urged onward. Her ass rolled and humped more and more spastically. Her body twisted and squirmed, her back arching to press her tits into the hands fondling them.

"God, she's being such a slut," Dan reveled.

"Yes. Yes she is," Tom sighed happily.

"She is so damn wet," John offered. "Her pussy is soaked."

The hands on her body made her flesh simmer. Her lips sliding along the rigid member electrified her nerves. The lust in their voices and the words they used enchanted her mind. All of it stoked her fires and urged her orgasm forward, drawing it closer and closer to release.

"You like being a slut, don't you?" Tom growled, his hands growing even tighter in her hair. His hips were starting to roll on the couch as his body started trying to fuck her mouth with his own nearing climax. "You like sucking a hard cock while other men play with your body."

Pressing he lips against her own fingers she swirled her tongue across his flesh.

"God yes, you do," he sighed.

"You bet she does," John crowed, his fingers sliding away from her clit to tease her pussy's opening for a second. "And she wants a hard cock in her wet little pussy too."

With that his fingers left her sex and his other hand vacated her breast.

Janet's entire body quivered with the loss.

But it was short lived loss as Dan's free hand quickly slid between her legs. His fingers brushed across her clit for a moment then slipped into place to massage the edge of her opening.

Her body snapped backward, driving herself onto two of his fingers.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She cried, her ass rolling and humping herself on those fingers. Simultaneously she drove her lips down onto Tom's rigid cock and sucked hungrily on it.

"Fuck yes! You're such a slut. Such a cock sucking slut," he growled.

"Damn! She is wet as hell," Dan crowed, his fingers rolling around inside her.

"God yes, suck it whore. Suck my fucking cock."

Janet knelt there, her body rolling, her one free tit swaying. Her blouse and bra hung loose. Her skirt was piled around her waist, her panties were pooled around one knee. She had one hand braced on Tom's thigh, her other tugging at his cock as she hungrily devoured his rigid pole. He sat on the sofa, his hands filled with her hair. Dan knelt beside her, his one hand mauling her tit as she humped herself at his other playing with her pussy. John stood off to the side, undressing.

"Now she's gonna get what she really wants," he snarled as he moved in behind her.

In anticipation of what was coming she slowed her assault on Tom's cock until she was holding just the head within her mouth's wet embrace. Suckling on this she tried to hold her body still as she spread her legs further apart in invitation to the man about to fuck her. Dan pulled his fingers from her sex. John's hand came to rest on her one hip, its pressure helping her hold steady. His body heat radiated against her bare ass. His cock brushed against her inner thigh as he moved closer. Her entire body trembled as his cockhead grazed across her pussy lips before the tip settled against her entrance. Hungry for the deep, thick penetration that Dan's fingers couldn't provide, Janet shoved herself back, cramming herself onto the full length of John's cock. The hard shaft filled her pussy as her ass smashed into his crotch and she ground herself against him.

"Mmm. Mmm," she whimpered and moaned as her body quivered spastically.

"Damn, what a slut," John now held onto both of her hips and ground his crotch into her as well. "What a hot little slut."

Janet's orgasm suddenly exploded through her. Skyrockets filled her mind. Her legs wobbled. Her body twitched with electricity shooting along her nerves. She jerked herself up and off Tom, her head snapping back, her mouth falling open as she cried out in ecstasy.

"She's a hot ass slut," Tom growled.

"Fuckin' hot as hell," Dan agreed

"Oh God, her pussy feels good on my cock."

Orgasmic tidal waves crashed through her, making her body quiver and twitch spastically. Her muscles tensed. She crammed herself back onto every centimeter of John's cock, her ass jerking against him. Colors exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. She moaned and whimpered incoherently from her open mouth, her head rolling and lulling on her straining neck.

The men continued making lewd comments; calling her a slut and a whore, telling her how hot and how naughty she was. John ground his crotch against her ass, his stiff cock rolling inside her pussy. Dan fondled her tit, his fingers tweaking her nipple. Tom held onto her hair, his grip loose enough to let her head roll, but tight enough to retake control when he wanted.

Which he did moments later.

"Oh God! Fuck Baby! Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" She panted as her orgasm began to fade.

As she gasped the last word Tom's grip tightened and he shoved her mouth back down onto his cock.

"Suck it slut. Suck my cock like the whore you are."

She eagerly obliged, locking her lips tightly around his shaft and sliding them down to meet her fingers.

Almost immediately John pulled his hips back, removing a portion of his cock from her sex. He then shoved the full length back into her.

"Mmm!" She moaned around the cock in her mouth. "Mmm! Mmm!"

"Now you're getting what you want," John snarled behind her, his hips starting to pump himself in and out of her. "What all good little sluts want. Two stiff cocks at once. Two hard cocks fucking you like a dirty whore."

"Mmm. Mmm," she whimpered as her lips slid along the cock in front of her.

"God yes, suck it bitch," Tom growled, his hands tensing in her hair even more. His hips started to pop up off the couch as his nearing climax caused his body to fuck her mouth. "Suck it whore."

The next couple moments were spent in awkward motion as the three of them struggled to find a unifying rhythm. In those moments Janet felt another orgasm stirring which caused her to try even harder to force the unifying rhythm. But then she realized that she'd be better off simply relaxing and conceding control to the men. Once she did, it only took another moment for them to have her body rocking back and forth fairly smoothly, their hard cocks rhythmically fucking her. John used his grip on her waist to make her rock as his own hips thrust at her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy . . . fucking her aching sex. With each forward thrust his entire length stuffed her pussy for a second before his crotch bounced off her ass and inches of him were withdrawn. Before her Tom's hips rose off the couch as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips slid along his shaft, bouncing off her fingers that continued to squeeze and tug the base of that rigid member.

"That's it bitch, let me fuck your mouth. Fuck your dirty mouth. Oh God yes, you whore."




Rec-Room Rendezvous



"Fuck yes. Take our cocks you whore. Show us what a dirty little slut you are."

As the two men fucked her, making her body rock back and forth for their pleasure, Dan continued playing with her tit. As seconds ticked by his hand grew needier and needier in its squeezing of the pliant mound.

"Mmm! Mmm!" Janet whimpered, the onslaught of sensations fueling her lust to higher and higher heights. Her fires were raging infernos, urging her second orgasm forward as she knelt there being fucked . . . being used for the men's pleasures. "Mmm! Mmm!"

Faster and faster they fucked her. Back and forth her body was pushed and pulled, their cocks driving in and out of her.

And she happily took them.

She sucked at Tom's cock eagerly, her fingers jerking at the base in hungry anticipation of his climax. She humped her ass back, fucking John's shaft as much as he was fucking her. Wet, smacking sounds soon reached her ears from that repetitive meeting.

"Fuck yes, suck it bitch. Suck my cock.

"What a whore. Dirty fucking whore."

Back and forth she rocked. In and out their cocks pumped.

Back . . . and . . . forth.

In . . . and . . . out.

Fucking her . . . using her.

"Oh God, suck my cock. Suck it."

"Take our cocks you whore."

She knelt there being fucked by their two cocks. Her hair pulled up out of the way, her clothing disheveled, her ruined panties pooled on the floor. Her body rocked back and forth. Her ears were filled by their lustful words; their calling her a slut . . . a whore. Their insistence that she was dirty . . . acting like a filthy little slut . . .

And they were right.

She was being fucked by them . . . used for their pleasure. Her mouth . . . her pussy . . . her body little more than their playthings.

And she was loving it.

She loved the feel of the two cocks penetrating her over and over. Loved their hands on her body, touching her in so many places at once. The ones in her hair and on her hips, controlling her . . . forcing her body to do the things that they wanted . . . that she wanted. Their words echoing with their desire . . . hunger created by her . . . lust inspired by her then galvanized to the point of no return.

All of it intensified her growing orgasm . . . emboldened it and urged it closer and closer to its release.

"Mmm! Mmm!" she whimpered needily.

She sucked on Tom's cock as he pushed her lips along it. Her hand jerked on it. The way it was constricting told her he was on the verge of cumming. Focusing on Tom's approaching climax she allowed John to use her pussy even more freely. Gripping her hips he jerked her back and forth on his cock while simultaneously driving himself into her again and again. His cock pounded into her pussy . . . filled her with each forward thrust, his boiling lust making him fuck her harder and faster with each penetration.

Tom's climax roared forward. His hands tightened in her hair, holding her head still. His hips humped at her mouth a few more times then he froze, his body a mass of tightly tensed muscles.

"Oh God. Suck it. Suck it you bitch," he growled. "Suck my cock. Oh yes, oh yes. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Oh yes, swallow it you slut."

His cock twitched, unleashing the first shot of semen. Janet hurriedly swallowed it . . . and the next shot . . . and the next. Kneeling there with one man fucking her pussy and another mauling her tit, she greedily swallowed a third's cum.

"Oh God yes, swallow it whore. God yes," he groaned over and over, his hands tensing even more in her hair. "God yes. You slut."

Behind her John continued pounding his cock into her again and again. His fingers started pressing into her flesh where he gripped her waist.

"Ah yes," Tom groaned as his climax peaked, then began to fade.

As his muscles relaxed Janet kept him in her mouth, her tongue swirling over him while her hand tugged at him a few more times, milking the last drops. The sensation caused him to tense up momentarily with a deep moan. As his cock gradually began to soften he released his hold in her hair, his hands falling to his sides.

She licked him a few more times, but her attention was being quickly drawn to John . . . and his actions.

He was fucking her with growing abandon. His cock pistoned in and out of her, his hands yanking her back onto him while his hips drove himself forward. Again and again his hard shaft filled her aching pussy . . . stuffing her.

And his actions had drawn her orgasm forward.

While concentrating on swallowing Tom's load she'd failed to notice her own orgasm's progress toward its pending release. But John's steady fucking of her had brought it to the very brink . . . to where it teetered precariously on the ledge. It was only waiting for her . . . for her mind and body to relax . . . to allow it to come crashing through her.

"Oh God. Fuck me," she moaned, Tom's cock slipping from her mouth. She braced herself against his thighs for leverage and drove her ass back at John, helping him shove her pussy along his cock. "God yes. Fuck me . . . Fuck me with your cock."

Her actions fueled John's lust and he drove himself into her with more and more power, ramming her with his cock.

"Fuckin' slut. Fuckin' dirty ass slut," he snarled.

His cock pounded into her. In . . . Out . . . In . . . Out. Their bodies drove at one another. Her ass slapped into his crotch. Bounced off it, then slapped back against it again. His hands on her waist gripped harder, fingers pressing into flesh. The wet fucking sounds grew louder, more determined.

"Take my cock you fuckin' slut."

"Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

Her orgasm dangled teasingly over the edge, promising ecstasy with its looming release.

"God yes! Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"

"Yes. You Slut. Oh fuck, take my cock."

In and out his cock pistoned.

Back and forth her ass rocked.

"Take it whore. Take . . . my . . . cock you fuckin bitch."

"Yes! Yes! Oh God yes, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me harder."

Her orgasm roared through her, fireworks filling her mind. Moaning out, her features contorted in ecstasy, her head snapped from side-to-side. Her nerves screamed. Her ass twitched and jerked spastically. Her clenching muscles made her pussy clamp around John's pistoning cock . . . squeezing it . . . milking it.

Groaning, he drove into her rapidly a few more times . . . powerful, needy thrusts that made his crotch slap her ass and his cock stuff her pussy. His hands on her waist yanked her back onto him, using her to fuck his cock as much as he was fucking her with his cock. Then he crammed himself as deep as he could in her and ground his crotch against her ass. His fingers dug into her flesh, holding her there, wrenching her back against him . . . onto him.

His cock twitched. It jumped within her tight pussy, unleashing his seed deep inside her.

"Oh God yes!" Janet moaned out, her body quivering with the electricity shooting along her nerves. "Fuck me! Oh God yes, fuck me!"

"You fuckin' slut. Dirty whore."

The two of them panted and gasped, groaned out a series of intelligible and incoherent phrases. They ground their bodies together. Janet's ass twitched spastically, rubbing and humping herself on the exploding cock. John held tightly to her waist, his fingers heavy on her flesh. His hips jerked awkwardly as his cock jumped with each shot of his semen being unleashed.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God yes."

"Yea, take it. Take my cock."

His was the first orgasm to subside. Spewing the last of his load inside her his cock began to settle within her velvety hold. Janet's pussy continued to clasp at his cock, draining it while her body quivered before him. Then her orgasm began to fade as well. The fireworks dissipated. The electricity along her nerves dispersed. Her muscles began to relax.

Panting heavily the pair remained where they were for a long moment, both their bodies trembling as their climaxes receded. An aftershock made Janet's body shudder and her pussy clamp around his cock once more, drawing a moan from him. Then the aftershock faded. John fell back, his softening cock slipping from her as he sat on the floor. Janet's head came to rest in Tom's lap, the man having remained sitting there, watching her being fucked by his friend.

"Damn, that was hot," Dan extolled. "And now I believe it's my turn."

Janet hadn't noticed him moving away during her orgasm. Hadn't missed his hand on her tit as her body was in the throes of ecstasy. Truthfully she hadn't even thought about him during any of the last several minutes.

But now she was acutely aware of his presence . . . and his words.

Looking over she saw him standing naked a couple feet away, his eyes filled with lust and his hand filled with his hard cock.

"Mmm," she whimpered at the sight of the rigid member.

"Scoot back a little," he instructed her, stepping over and using his hands on her arm and thigh to guide her where he wanted her.

Following his direction she crawled backward, leaving Tom's lap and the couch. Once she's cleared these Dan pressed down on her upper back. Taking the cue, she bent down to lay her face sideways on the floor. Still on her knees this position rolled her ass forward and put her sex, glistening with her juices, on full display. Red and swollen, her labia were flowered open. Between them her own clear juices shined brightly.

"Fuckin' beautiful," Dan sighed as he moved in behind her, his rigid cock brushing against her inner thigh.

As she anxiously waited for him to enter her, Janet's curved little ass wobbled in the air. Her back was curved down to where her head rested on the floor; hair tousled, arms out. The skirt and blouse that had been so neat and tidy at the start of the night were now disheveled, as were her underthings.

"You are so fuckin' hot," Dan moved closer. His body heat radiated against her ass and thighs. The tip of his cock slipped between her labia to press at her opening.

Her used state allowed his cockhead to enter her easily.

Janet reflexively tried to shove herself back. To push herself onto his member. To fill her pussy with the rigid shaft.

But he stopped her.

His hands on her asscheeks prevented her from pushing herself onto him. Instead he held only his cockhead in her for a moment before slowly . . . very slowly . . . pushing himself into her. Gradually he slid his cock into her, centimeter by centimeter.

"Oh God," she whimpered.

Wanting his full length inside her, Janet tried again to push herself back. Tried to shove herself onto his entire cock. Tried to make it sink deep inside her.

But his hands continued to hold her in place, forcing her to accept his deliberate penetration.

"Oh God. Oh God," she panted as inch after inch progressively entered her.

"Yes," he sighed when his crotch finally contacted her ass. "Oh yes. That is one hot pussy."

He held himself there, slowly grinding himself again her, his cock rolling inside her. His hands slid out to grab her hips.

"Oh," she moaned, her ass grinding back against him. "Oh God yes."

After a couple minutes he backed out, withdrawing the majority of his cock almost as slowly as he'd entered her. When little more than the head remained he stopped. Again he held still momentarily.

Janet rolled her ass before him, her pussy clinging to the portion of his member inside her. When he didn't push back into her she timidly tried pushing herself back onto him. But his hands on her hips stopped her.

Eventually he did push forward again, entering her as slowly . . . as deliberately as the first time. She whimpered and mewed as centimeter after centimeter of hard cock gradually slid past her opening and into her wet pussy. Then his crotch was once more mashed against her ass, his member stuffing her.

"Oh God. Oh God yes," Janet panted.

"Oh damn your pussy feels great," he groaned as he rolled his hips. "So hot and wet. And so tight. Even after just being fucked."

Using his grip on her hips he pulled her back against him. Her ass humped and rolled, grinding herself on his cock.

Then he was pulling back again, slowly withdrawing himself from her velvety hold.

While he did still move at a slow and deliberate pace, he went slightly faster this time. Again he stopped with only the first inches of his cock inside her. When he pushed forward a moment later he did so a little quicker, and with a tad more force, than before. He maintained these incremental increases in his speed and force during the following actions as well. Each time his cock slid deep inside her it did so a little faster. And each time his crotch mashed against her ass it was with slightly more force. His pauses between each insertion and withdraw lasted less time as well.

Until, after several such escalations, he was rhythmically fucking her with a pent-up speed and force that drove his cock into her.

"Oh yea. Oh fuck yea," he grunted as he buried his cock inside her again and again.

He also used his grip in her hips to push and pull her along with him, essentially using her to fuck his cock.

And she freely assisted him.

Rocking on her knees she pumped her ass back as he shoved himself into her and pulled away as he then withdrew. For the second time that night she had a strange cock inside her . . . a strange man fucking her. And for the second time she was ravenously fucking him back as much as he was fucking her, her body being propelled along by pent-up lust and raging desire.

Soon a third orgasm stirred within her.

"Oh God yes, fuck me," she cried with excited anticipation. "Harder. Faster. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

"Hell yes," Dan growled behind her, his own lust roaring higher. "You're such a little slut. Such a good little whore."

"Yes, Baby. Yes. Fuck me harder. Harder."

He happily obliged, driving himself into her with more and more force. Faster and harder they fucked, his cock jackhammering in and out of her pussy.

"Oh God yes, Baby. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

Each time her ass bounced off his crotch her asscheeks quivered tightly. Her orgasm was drawn forward, led toward its release by their pummeling actions. Wanting to increase her leverage she tried raising up off the floor but his hand shoved her back down, forcing he to remain as she was.

"You like this, don't you slut? You like being a dirty little whore."

"Yes. Yes. Oh God yes."

Again wet, rhythmic sex sounds mingled with their panting words and heavy gasps.

In and out his cock drove, the rigid pole sliding along the edge of her entrance to fill her gushing pussy again and again. His hands on her hips grew heavier, his fingers gripping into her flesh. His crotch smacked against her ass then quickly pulled away, inches of his member withdrawing only to be shoved deep back inside her seconds later.

"God yes. Harder, Baby. Fuck me harder. Harder," she cried, ramming her pussy on his cock.

"Damn your pussy is so hot and wet. It feels so good wrapped around my cock."

Her orgasm teetered precariously on the edge . . . waiting. Waiting for the right sensation. Waiting for that one insertion of his cock deep inside her . . . the one that would fill her just so . . . stuff her just right to bring it crashing through her. Waiting for the rigid member to slide along her opening's nerve-lined edge at just the right angle. For her ass to smack against his crotch with the right amount to force.

Waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting.

Her flesh shimmered with a light sheen of sweat. Her nerves tingled with the promise of her orgasm's explosion. Her head jerked upon the floor, her eyes closed tightly. She panted . . . moaned . . . whimpered and cried. Her fingers clawed at the carpet.

"Such a good slut. A dirty little whore," Dan growled thickly.

Janet's body recognized the sound of his own approaching climax within that thickness and it wantonly responded. Her pussy tightened around his cock, gripping it as her body rocked back and forth, fucking the hard shaft hungrily.

"Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me," she whimpered as her orgasm teetered closer and closer to its release.

Once more he readily obliged. He drove himself into her again and again, his cock jackhammering into her. Adding to his own force he used his grip on her hips to jerk her back and forth upon his cock like a ragdoll.

They fucked faster . . .

Harder . . .

Faster . . .

Harder . . .

His cock pummeling her pussy.

Her pussy gripping his cock.

"Fucking slut. Dirty whore."

The wet fucking sounds rose in crescendo with their actions, as did her whimpers and pleas.

In and out his cock ratcheted.

Back and forth her ass rocked, her pussy being stuffed over and over.

Fucking.

Humping.

Grinding.

Dan suddenly let out a low guttural roar as he used one last powerful thrust to bury every last centimeter of his cock inside her wet sex. He forcibly ground his crotch against her ass. A millisecond later his cock twitched and jumped inside her, releasing the first shot of his semen in a mighty jet.

The sensation tore Janet's orgasm off the ledge, sending it careening through her. Mighty waves of ecstasy crashed through her, making her quiver and tremble. Intense electricity jolted along her nerves. Skyrockets filled her mind with vibrant explosions. She crammed her ass back against his crotch. Her entire body tensed, her muscles clenching. Her pussy clamped around his cock to squeeze it hungrily.

"You like being a slut," Dan gasped as his cock continued to twitch and jerk, unleashing his seed deep inside her.

"Oh god. Oh God," she cried among a series of unintelligible groans and whimpers.

Her body and mind continued to be wracked by the explosive orgasm rocketing through her. She whimpered and panted, her nails scratching at the carpet. Her head snapped from side-to-side, her hair flailing.

Groaning, Dan ground himself against her harder, smashing his crotch into her asscheeks. His fingers sunk into the flesh of her hips, pulling her back against him. His twitching cock sprayed her insides with his cum.

"God yes," she moaned, shoving herself back into him with equal force. Her head rose off the floor as her neck strained with the tensing of her muscles. Fireworks exploded through both her mind and body.

Then Dan's climax faded, his cock settling down within her.

"Fucking A," he sighed as it stopped twitching.

Her pussy remained fastened around it, milking it as her ass ratcheted against his crotch inn tiny spastic movements. Squeezing his cock tightly she drew the last drops of semen from it while her own orgasm gradually began to fade as well.

Still, she remained kneeling there, rolling her ass back against Dan's crotch, her body quivering through the aftershocks.

Eventually his cock softened and slid from her. A trail of juices followed to trickle down the inside of her thigh.

Panting, she collapsed onto the carpet, her legs sliding back. Lost in a daze she barely heard the men talking. She only caught bits of their conversation, mostly praise for her . . . or at least her lustful ways. They commended her love for a hard cock, both in her mouth and her pussy. They marveled at how wet and smooth her sex was. They still used words like slut and whore, but their sentences weren't as heavily laced with them.

In her orgasmic delirium she knew she could not argue with them or their assessments. After all, she had just had sex with the three of them . . . in her and her husband's home . . . during a party with dozens more guests upstairs.

And she had thoroughly loved it.

"Do you need help getting cleaned up and back to the party?" Tom asked after a couple minutes.

Janet rolled onto her back to find the trio nearly had their own clothes in place.

She knew she wouldn't be able to get herself together quite as easily. Or quickly.




Rec-Room Rendezvous



She needed a brush for her mussed hair. And a different kind of one for her teeth. Her clothes were in shambles, rumpled and wrinkled. Her panties were ruined, the one intact side wrapped around her leg. And she had cum leaking from her pussy.

Still awash in the afterglow of her explosive orgasms she didn't even feel like getting off the floor just yet. Instead she wanted to lay there, bathed in that warmth and the men's admiring gazes. The latter of which caused her to instinctively shift her legs slightly, opening them a little further.

"I wish we had time," Tom grinned, noting the action. "But we're gonna be missed upstairs soon, if we aren't already."

Janet knew he was right, even as a tiny part of her tried to convince her otherwise. Turning her mind to the issue at hand she remembered there was a brush and some other things in the rec-room's bath. And she thought maybe she could throw her clothes in the dryer for a few minutes to de-wrinkle them.

"If you could help me stand," she finally whispered.

 The End