Both guys were groaning as I sucked one cock while fondlingthe other. I quickened my pace and their breathing became labored,their groans louder."Almo...st there," I thought.With Peter's hefty prick halfway down my throat, his knees grewwobbly as he held onto my head. Sensing his soon-to-be orgasm, Ifrantically sucked and fisted his cock."Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Peter cried as he beganshooting his sperm down my throat. There was so much I couldn'tswallow him all.With some of his cum. The dark was complete now, total blackness, leaving their sense of sight useless. They had watched the embers of the fire wink out, one by one; tiny sparks of orange that stayed bright until its dying second. The fire had warmed the cave walls, the rock absorbing the heat to radiate back throughout the night, keeping them comfortable in the ambient coolness of the outside.Their coupling had to be carefully done now, almost choreographed, where the life growing inside her, was making it. They were the only two couples that we were swinging with, other than our wild kinky escapades of my husband sharing me with other men, watching them fuck me, and then joining in.This time we invited both couples to our house for a weekend of fun, getting high, and fucking each other’s spouses. It started a little past six on Friday night. Greg and Nicole arrived first. We popped a few tabs of beer and burned a joint and chatted while we waited for Gary and Denise to arrive. Greg started. Their romance had blossomed ferociously. It was certainly a powerful love and none of it false. Susan and Jon both recognised that I had some major influence on their getting together but both admitted they were more than glad I had forced it upon them. Jon made a joking attempt to look jealous as Susan gave my ass a firm grip asking when we could 'do it all again.' I realised, as did they however, that it wasn't something we would ever need to do in the future. Jon even blushed a little as he.