The pizzas came within the hour, and Loni had the drinks poured and the table set even before the kids had the pizza boxes opened.“Wow!” Loni comm...ented. “Kenzie actually put in the correct order for everyone; she even remembered that I don’t like black olives!”My daughter, Amanda, and I shared a silent smile at my wife’s use of the pronoun “she” instead of “it” in reference to Kenzie, as Loni had a tendency to do during the setup in the days before our trial run.“Yes,” I commented, “she is. I knew that Erica would follow if she could. We had talked about this during my phone call. Any chance to be alone together we would take.I walked down the hall to the men's room, glanced behind, and saw her smiling as she followed me. I quickly opened the door, checked inside, and saw no one there. Maybe someone was in a stall, but I couldn't see them. Erica was right there and we almost ran to the closest stall that was open.Closing the door, I was fast to pull my pants down. I released my. Cover me with your cum, I want it all over my slutty face, real sluts love to have their face covered in cum.” Hearing that, I jerked my dick one more time and send splash after splash of hot think cum all over Cindy’s face. Yes… “Take that load you filthy little bitch.” I looked down at my wife, her face covered with my cum, she looked so hot. She smiled at me and reached down and grabbed her thong that she had sucked clean and began wiping my cum off her face with it. She then put the panties. I looked at Sammie while Sammie looked awkwardly back at me. None of us had seen that coming.“Do we have a cut-off?” I asked, looking at the half-empty bottle of rum sitting on the table.“Not yet,” Sammie replied.“I’m not drunk,” Reba replied. “I am just asking for confirmation of my observations.”“OK,” I replied, confirming that “Sammie has bigger boobs and a nice ass.”“You don’t count,” Reba shot back, “You’re married to her.”I could tell something was afoot, because Reba wasn’t letting the.