James Wheaton: The playful twins

As her high-pitched screams became more intense, the girls could stand it no longer and dashed like nymphs into the kitchen.

Without hesitation, Leslie lowered herself on the surprised face of the sweating Eduardo, and he, recovering from his surprise, immediately lashed out with his tongue, slashing with fury into the writhing orifice over his face.

Lila, at first at a loss as to what to do, grabbed the mildly protesting Bob by the hair and pulled his head slightly to one side, giving him easy access to her waiting, willing pussy.

Bob blinked his eyes at the pink moist slit that appeared from nowhere in front of him. Maddened by the repeated shrills of his wife, begging to be hurt, and goaded on by the increasing turmoil in his balls, he licked out fervently at the insistently proffered cunt, not knowing or caring whose it was.

The twins twitched and moaned with increasing passion as the men licked and sucked intently at their throbbing cunts, while they fucked mercilessly into Julie, who kept up a steady cantation, her body thrilling to the increasing feelings of pleasure. The bodies bucked and jerked against each other, the air resounding with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and wet slavering sounds or oral satisfaction.

Julie was the first to cum, her now-hoarse voice raucously shrieking out as orgasm after orgasm spasmed through her, while at the same time, the two men, sensing their absolutely total conquest of her body, plunged forward, ejaculating their pumping sperm far, far up into her wildly quivering belly. The twins then came, their orgasms being nonetheless potent for being their dozenth or so in twenty-four hours. They all collapsed in a licentious, satiated heap, and for a few minutes, Julie through her lust crazed mind, thought she would never move again, let alone have another orgasm, but of course, she did, when her rejuvenated husband and teen-age lover and the never-tired twins initiated her into new realms of pleasure she'd never even thought existed.

"Darling," Julie's voice rang out, "I just loved sucking your cock last night, while Ken fucked me in the ass and Eduardo fucked my cunt! I'm so happy things happened the way they did and I've got you to thank for it all."

Bob was silent. To him, the last few weeks had passed into nothing but a tangled mass of breasts, cunts, thighs. He had forgotten which night was which, whose house, of their new circle of "friends" they'd visited, whose cunt he'd sucked or fucked, and he didn't care! He knew, to his regret, that he and his wife had passed the point of no return, and Julie reaching the point where she was unsatisfied if she didn't have at least several men a night.

At first, he was happy to go along with satisfying his wife's unleashed sexuality, thinking it would be satiated after a while, but it raged on like a brush fire, until he wondered why she bothered with him at all. It was obvious now that he alone could never satisfy her! So, bitterly, he refrained from comment, afraid that any rebuke on his part would draw her scorn on him, and what was even worse, he might lose her altogether!

"Darling," she called again, interrupting his thoughts, "here's an ad I think we should answer."

She showed him the edition of a "Swingers" magazine she was reading, and the advertisement she had penciled out mentioned "Erotic couple seeking others with same interests for fun and games… must be completely open minded."

"I'd say we're pretty open minded, wouldn't you, Bob?" Julie asked, and without thought, he weakly nodded assent.