The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

We leaned into the sofa and cuddled. She put my hand on her breast, gave me another kiss, and we turned back to the others.

Greg’s hand moved down Marci’s torso to her center. I noticed her toes curl as his fingers separated her lips before slipping inside. Meg’s breasts heaved in response as if she were connected by wire to what both Marci and Susan were experiencing. Greg moved down and planted his face over Marci’s slit. She pressed on his head as her breasts rose, thanks to her arching back. She began to moan. She looked at it and for a moment watched Susan and Harold. Susan had climbed over him and was slowly moving her body up his chest. His fingers continued their probing as her rump continued to accent his strokes. She noticed Marci’s stare and smiled.

In a flash, Susan had moved her bottom over Harold’s face. He adjusted himself as she lowered her pussy over his tongue. This caused Meg to grip me more firmly as her breasts heaved sympathetically. I felt heat rising through my cock and precum escaping my shaft. Meg rubbed it with her thumb.

Susan was now rolling herself over Harold’s face, which set his body in motion. His cock was straining for attention. Marci, now moaning exuberantly, and beguiled by Susan’s hovering over Harold’s face, tapped Greg and whispered an instruction. He got up on his knees and positioned himself, his cock stiff and wondrously long and thick. Marci prepared herself to receive it. She willed him on, her hands, waving him in. I could see the tension rising on her face. It escalated to a state of fear. He bent over Marci and her hands reached down to guide his cock. She rubbed it up and down her slit, then heaved herself into the tip. He entered slowly. Marci looked at me, watching my face as he began to fuck her. Suddenly startled, she winced and pushed on his shoulders.

“Fuck Greg! Slow! Jesus. You’re so fucking big!” He slowed, but she continued to wince. “Okay… Slow, Greg… Just a little more… Oh, Fuck! Greg, just like this now.”

Only very slowly could she accommodate him. Bit by bit, I watched his cock disappear into Marci. It really didn’t look like it could fit. How Susan could manage it so easily I didn’t know.

“OH! OH! OH! STOP!!!” Marci pushed on his shoulders again. “I don’t know… Oh, Fuck!” She gritted her teeth but her face relaxed. A slow rhythm commenced. She was now taking him all the way in. “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck, Greg…. Okay… This, just like this now…. Okay… Oh, fuck!  I’m going to come! Greg! Oh shit… Greg, don’t push too hard now… Oh Shit… I’m coming!!! FUCK!!! OH GOD!!!”

A combination of pain and bliss erupted over Marci from head to toe. She alternated between heaving herself into Greg as hard as she could, then wincing and wailing in pain. Her fingernails dug into his flesh and left marks.

“Greg! Come in me! You have to come too! Oh God!!! Are you coming? Yes! YES! I can feel it! Oh, fuck! Greg! YOU’RE COMING INSIDE ME!” Marci looked at me as she said this, her face a mix of agony, defeat, and a euphoric disbelief.

I couldn’t believe it. The words, “Come in me” pierced like a longbow. Psychic pain ricocheted through my brain. I envisioned jets of cum streaming from his submerged cock and pooling inside Marci, her mind and voice willing it, wanting this. I was convulsing with an exquisite agony no one could see. I watched as Greg collapsed on top of her and listened to her panting. As they calmed down, she gently stroked his back, kissed his cheek, pressed him into her.

He slowly withdrew. Inch by inch it came, released almost reluctantly by her precious lips, which seemed to grip his cock and protest his exit. Marci was multi-orgasmic, but surely not now. His tip finally emerged, dripping with cum. He got up on his knees. Marci looked at me, then sat up to take his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and, inch by inch, those lips I’d kissed a thousand times slowly inhaled his cock. She could only manage half of it at best. She drained Greg of his remaining essence, then calmly released him.

Her bottom lip was dripping. She ran a finger over it then kissed the tip of his cock. Mercifully, he was losing his erection. There would not be a repeat performance.

Greg laid next to her breathing heavily. Susan was still hovering over Harold, grinding herself into his tongue and moaning in apparent ecstasy. Marci moved next to them and climbed over Harold’s cock. She guided it in, then reached for Susan, pulling her upright so she could fondle her breasts.

Susan was caught unawares. She turned to see Marci now fucking Harold and repositioned herself over his face so she could face her. She moaned more elaborately, grinding herself more fervently into his face. Susan and Marci kissed and fondled each other, pulling on each other’s breasts. Harold heaved into Marci, lifting her up in the air. She didn’t have to move now. She held her pussy over his cock and he rammed himself into it. Susan began to come, and this inspired Marci and Harold. Their orgasms blended into one.

“Come in me, Harold! I WANT YOU TO COME IN ME, HAROLD! OH FUCK!!! I’M COMING AGAIN!!!” She hugged Susan as both of their bodies writhed in orgasm. Harold bucked into Marci as Susan lifted off his face. He grunted as he streamed into Marci. Her buttocks clenched. She was bearing down on his cock, squeezing his shaft. When he was finished, Susan and Marci rolled to his side. They were panting as they held each other in a febrile embrace, soaked in lovemaking. Marci’s leg went over Susan. She was now leaking cum from two men.

I couldn’t look or not look.

Marci rolled off Susan and laid between her and