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“Very much so Jan,” I replied throatily, “I must confess, I’ve wanted to shag you into a puddle of goo for a long time. Now, however, they are enjoying themselves, I don’t see why we cannot do the same. I am as horny as all get out and I NEED to be inside a pussy asap.” Janet pulled slightly away from me and allowed her dress to fall to the floor. “I must admit, the sight of Kate riding Bill’s dick like that was both saddening and erotic. I must warn you though, when I cum I am quite loud with it.” Janet said sexily. Now standing there in a lacy bra and matching panties. She really was sex on a butty. I undid her bra strap whilst she made short work of my shirt. MY trousers were off before I realised it, followed by my boxers. Janet’s panties had somehow disappeared and she had a tight grip on my cock. Luckily the bed was basically new as it was unused even though we bought it some years back, and it did not make any noise as we laid down on it. I kissed her deeply, nibbled my way down her neck and worshipped her beautiful tits. I continued my way south and opened her legs for access to her pussy. I looked at it and I thought it was gorgeous; I licked her slit all the way from one end to the other, ending with sucking lightly on her clit. She tasted heavenly so I repeated that several times. My cock, however, was beginning to hurt. So I slid up her body trailing kisses and nibbles everywhere, until like a homing missile desi the head of my cock was lodged in her vaginal entrance. “In slowly, or fast.” I asked her. “Slowly to start Dave, I want to feel every part of you as you slide in.” So I slowly started to slide my 8 inch cock into her vagina. I was so slow it indian took about a minute and a half but felt like forever, and I was sweating with the effort of restraint and Janet was making very appreciative noises, albeit quiet ones. Eventually my pubic hair crushed into hers. “That was marvellous Dave, now you can pound my pussy as hard as you want.” Janet’s word was law at this time so I started off with quick strokes and speeded up until she was gasping and scrabbling around my sides with her delicate hands. “Cumming.” She gasped. “Me too.” I groaned. Janet’s vagina started pulsating on my cock as she came and my cock rammed into her to its furthest extent and started pulsing my cum into her. She was right, she was noisy, but I was pumping such a load into her that her screams felt as though they were quite remote. My cock was on its fourth pump and Janet was still in the throes of orgasm when the door crashed open and Bill and Kate burst into the room with wide open mouths and wide eyes, both saying “WHAT?” I was only partially aware of this, but on some other level than everything in my body concentrating on my cock pumping its load into this lovely woman, I could ‘see’ and remember it. My cock did two more pumps and slowly Janet started to relax. I had saved up a lot of spunk so it had started to leak out between my cock and her pussy lips at some point in our mutual orgasm. I was still deeply embedded in Janet’s pussy and slightly moving my hips around, feeling her insides with my still erect cock when Janet and I turned our heads to face Bill and Kate, still at the door. “Hi,” we said together, and I continued, “I got home with a hard-on, but you were busy, so I drove over to Jan’s and brought her here. You were both still busy so we decided to enjoy ourselves.” I noticed that Bill’s cock was hard, so I slowly pulled mine out of Janet and gestured to Kate, “Come here Love.” She came over to the side of the bed that I was on and I had her lie down. I kissed her and sucked her nipples, getting on top of her. I noticed Bill was staring at Janet’s leaking pussy. “Come on Bill, I’m leaking, plug me up.” Bill came over kissed her and drove his cock into her saturated white cum plastered pussy just as I drove my cock into my wife’s saturated white cum plastered pussy. The bed got some serious hammering over the next few hours as we swapped back and forth. The ladies sucking our cocks, Bill and I eating them out despite the cum. Bill and I spit roasted both of them. She stayed frozen. She looked at me, and then her eyes glassed over and her muscles relaxed. "Yeah, but it was like 900 indian ounces. This was such a wicked thing to do. “Mmm, that's it,” moaned Mommy, her voice throaty. She didn’t have a desi mirror, but she fussed and tried to straighten it anyways. "No, you cannot, and you wouldn't!" "How about next weekend?" she said. Would they leave us alone to our happiness?” We… We had sex!”