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"Yes," I urged. "Please. Lick it."

"Only if you return the favor." She grinned and then turned around, straddling my face. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her pussy to my mouth.

"Don't stop fucking her, baby," Ronnie insisted and I gasped when TJ's hands gripped my hips, rocking my legs back, making my body into a rounded "C" shape and conveniently bringing my pussy up more so she could lick it. He was pounding into me now, making my whole body pitch and quaver.

"Oh god!" I cried when her mouth found my cunt, but the sound of my voice was completely muffled. I was drowning in her juices and drinking that down as fast as I could. Her mouth was magic, her fingers spreading my lips for both her husband's pounding cock and the relentless lash of her tongue.

"I don't want you to come," she panted up at TJ, and I felt his fingers seizing my flesh as he groaned his response. "I want you to fuck my ass."

Oh god. I was surprised he didn't come right there, but he managed to hold out, still fucking me anyway as she re-focused her energy on my pussy, bringing me right to the brink of madness. I thought I was screaming but no one could tell because Ronnie was grinding her cunt down against my face, her thighs spread and trembling, and I knew she was close.

Ohhhhh fuck…

They both took me there in an instant, between the belly-deep assault of TJ's cock and the merciless press of Ronnie's tongue, I was gone, lost, catapulted, my whole body welling with my climax and then releasing it in a quivering flood. Ronnie was coming, too, pushed over by my orgasm, her pussy a hot, fleshy, pulsing throb against my face.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" TJ muttered, pulling slowly out of me. Ronnie rolled off me to the side to cuddle me against her, crooning and stroking my hair. I could taste myself when she kissed me and my tongue found hers, looking for more.

"Baby, I don't think I can last long," he gasped as he watched us tangling our limbs together on the bed.

"But I want you to fuck my ass," she pouted, and then grinned as she got up on her hands and knees. "I'm sure Janie will help…"

I smiled, reaching over and opening the night table drawer. The KYJelly was always there. I flipped open the lid as TJ sighed and positioned himself behind his wife to spread her ass cheeks.

"Here," he directed, nodding, and I drizzled some of the stuff down the crack.

Ronnie shivered, glancing back at us as I worked the slippery lube into the tight space TJ wanted to invade, the opening winking at us like a dark starfish.

"Here, too," I murmured, using my slick hand to make him even wetter, jerking from base to tip, using quick, easy strokes. He captured my hip and pulled me close to kiss me. I kissed him back, my hand still tugging at his dick.

"You do it," he whispered against my mouth. "Put it in."

Swallowing, I pressed the spongy head of his cock against the wet pucker of her ass, watching as he grasped her hips for leverage. I was always sure it wouldn't go in, every time I watched him do this. Ronnie moaned, her toes curling, the covers bunched in her fists as he shifted forward, letting me guide him, my fingers pressing his flesh deeper.

"Ooooo!" Ronnie shivered and then cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her. TJ hissed air between his teeth, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, dipping my head down to look at Ronnie. Her eyes were half-closed, her cheek against the mattress.

"That's the hard part," she murmured, closing her eyes all the way and slipping her hand between her legs. She liked rubbing herself off when he fucked her ass. "Now he can fuck me. Make him fuck my ass good."

"Wait." I reached over to the night stand and opened the drawer again. There were two little Lelo vibrators inside in silk drawstring bags-her bag was red and mine was blue. They matched the color of the vibrators. TJ always said next to the creamy complexion of the two of us together, it was like the fourth of July. It sure felt like fireworks when we played with them.

"Here." I slid Ronnie's red vibrator out of the bag and turned it on, handing it to her. She took it, moaning as she slipped it between her pussy lips.

"Christ, baby," TJ moaned. "I can feel that against my dick."

I knelt up next to him as Ronnie fucked her pussy with the vibrator and TJ began to fuck her ass. I was always both excited and fascinated to see how much the tight hole of her ass stretched to accommodate him. I pressed against his side, sliding my vibrator out of its sheath and turning it on. Just watching him fuck her was enough to make me want more.

"You like it in your ass, baby?" he panted, sliding in deep. She squealed, biting her lip, and I heard the hum of her vibrator grow louder. That made him groan, his head going back. "God you're so fucking tight!"

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