In the mean time my wife’s left hand continued to play with Mary Jane’s tits, covering both of them in the absence of her right hand. Mary Jane appeared to be searching for milk, judging the manner in which she was concentrating on my wife breast. How long they provided me with such a delicious display, I do not know, but usually I can enjoy one of my cigars for up to an hour, before I get down to that last quarter inch. I had not quite arrived at that point when suddenly Mary Jane moved both of her legs, bending them back right up to her chest, squeezing her breasts close to her body. My wife’s arm was seized between Mary Jane’s thighs, held in position while she bucked wildly, letting go of my wife’s tits and screaming all kinds of words without a care as to how loud her vocalization actually was.
It was at this point that I spurted into my pants, sending my cum seeping into the material to create a very large tell tale wet spot. I had just taken the last puff on my cigar, the timing could not have been better if it had been planned, after all , all good things do come to an end. I just let my body go and sunk comfortably into the deck chair, while I watched Mary Jane climax, it was an amazing final?o the day’s events. Finally she lowered her legs back down in a more normal position, allowing my wife to get her arm back. Once this happened my wife eased Mary Jane from her body and laid her out on the swing alone to recuperate. She wandered over to me and offering me the fingers of the hand that had been used to bring Mary Jane off. Inhaling the sweet scent of the young nymph, I took my wife fingers and licked them clean.
My wife then told me that was all I was going to get tonight, it was high time I turned in anyway as I had to go to work. Then to my anguish she informed me that since Mary Jane had no classes the next day, she would be staying over and they would be sleeping together so I should not expect company in bed. I started to object, to complain, to whine and whimper , telling my wife I could call in sick , telling her I wanted to have a part in their games, but she was adamant, I was to go to bed alone.
As I was still a bit agitated I spent a bit more time in the shower, making certain that all my body parts were squeaky clean in case the girls changed their minds. It took a long time to fall asleep, my mind kept wondering what if any activity was taking place out on the deck, or in the guestroom where no doubt the girls were going to sleep, if they were going to sleep. I cannot now recall the dreams I may have had that night, but if they were any thing like the scenes that had occurred over the weekend , I would say I dreamt fairly well. I do not recall much after hitting the bed but I do remember being rudely awaken.
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