It worked out well, with each man doing what he was more adept at doing, while all three men worked as a team to make the business grow and succeed, a...nd it did. The wives were as different as the men were the same. Julie was a sexy all American woman, much like the blonde beauty queens you’d find in Texas. As nice and accommodating as she was pretty, the stereotypical dumb blonde, she was the nicest, but the most gullible one of the three women. A tall, thin, long legged and long haired,. After I convinced her for some time she agreed. We drove straight to her house. On reaching there we could not see any one which relieved us and we were straight in her house. She bolted the door and I held her from the back. I kept my hands on her boobs and pressed them hard. I was licking her neck. She was getting wild. She turned towards me and started smooch me. Ohhhhh what a kiss that was, we were kissing each other like hungry dogs. I carried her in my hands and she guided me towards her. Instead, I was being penetrated by something hard and firm and – as I discovered with a squeal – also very long. It took a moment to register what was happening, and then I realised that Claire was fucking me with the handle of one of the croquet mallets! And it was an amazing feeling, as I sucked in her smell and the taste of mingled sweat and pussy juice, to have my lover sitting astride my captive body, and ramming this phallic pole in and out of my vagina, with deeper and longer. I cranked my head around and surprisingly viewed a young boy standing beside me. I was shocked to the core of my being and immediately ceased thrusting into the trailer trash whore. What.. whats wrong? Lacy asked, opening her eyes and looking at my face. She quickly noticed her toddler son standing just inches away from our nude, entangled bodies. That not daddy, the boy whimpered with impaired enunciation. Holy fuck! I thought to myself. This is totally not cool. Stewart! What are you.