At this point I really didn’t care. Jill now had two fingers fucking my soaking cunt and I could sense that with her other hand she was doing her ow...n pussy. Jill was now breathing rather fast as I was. I opened my eyes that were now adjusted to the near darkness and not only could I see Nicole plunging her fingers of one hand plunging deeply in and out of her pussy and the other hand squeezing her tits, but also she was breathing as hard as we were. It was as if there was a band leader with a. She hammered her bunched up fingers into herself and the orgasm went on and on. Fluids gushed from her as she came and the slurping noises she made actually caused the climax to last longer. She kept pumping her fingers in and out as her orgasm subsided.Finally the hot wife was exhausted and temporarily relieved. She knew that her solo sex sessions were not going to satisfy her; nothing would satisfy her until she had her husband’s stiff cock stuffed up inside of her. Her eyes opened as she. When we got home she went over and turned on the music to dance a little more, before she got the coffee table moved she was startled by the doorbell. I opened the door and he quickly walked over slid his hand around her waist& down to her ass, he had wanted to feel all night and the other hand cupped her head as he planted the sloppiest wet kiss on her ever, she melted and was like a puppet for he to play with. As they were dancing she didn't seem to notice him undressing her as he steered. The other guy, Mike, said he’d stay up and chat if Bob wanted to. But little did Bob know, he had other things on his mind.They talked about all of Bob’s fantasies and dreams when suddenly Mike leant over and kissed him. He put his hand around his back, sliding it inside his jeans and pushed it up his arse. Bob did not complain or resist.This was obviously how it worked in their gay world, Mike was so forward and didn’t mess about. He was going to be used and fucked by a gay guy, he was not in.