What a ride it was! My tongue was blessed with the countless spasms of her internal muscles. They tugged and pulled at my tongue just like they did when my cock was in its place. Just before the end, just before she was to be smashed into post-climactic rubble at the bottom of the cliff, came the orgasmic flood. In delightful spurts, her richly sweet cum sputtered around my tongue. It coated my lips and slipped down my chin. Delicious aromatic slippery cum bathed my mouth and face.

Her orgasm was on it's way. I renewed my licking of her pussy as Carl reached forward, pulled my hand away and pushed three of his own fingers into her sopping cunt. I looked up to see that his erection had returned. That would please Cassie.

What happened next shocked me, but delighted me. Carl was getting bold. He removed his fingers, shuffled forward and placed the tip of his cock head at the entrance to my wife's tunnel. Just barely touching, but not entering her. My wife was well into her orgasm and didn't notice me stop the cunnilingus.

"Sarah!" gasped Dee, as the younger woman engulfed her breast> She stumbled back, her legs contacting the side of the bed as her fingers ran through Sarah's hair, loosening the bun it was swept up in and letting it fall free. Then both women were toppling onto the bed and Sarah was on top of Dee, covering the older woman's body with her own.

The younger woman never paused for a second. Dee's breast was so warm, so filling in mouth as she sucked on the rounded orb. The nipple in the center of her worship was so hard and Sarah loved that she was turning on Dee so much. She darted back and forth, slicking her tongue at one nipple and then at the other. She licked and kissed and ran her tongue over Dee's breasts, always returning again and again to the two rock hard points.

Either that or I was a fantastic kisser and she was taken by pleasant surprise.

She felt my body trembling and pulled me close again. We stood there in an embrace that I honestly never wanted to break. I could feel her heart beating against my chest. The music continued to play and as the soft ballad progressed, we began to sway once again to its slow, melodic rhythm.

I can't honestly remember what I was thinking specifically at that moment, but I do recall that my mind was a buzz with thoughts and images and most importantly, the feeling that I felt good. THIS felt good.

What was standing in front of me was a beautiful woman, clad only in a pair of maroon panties, heels and choker. She wore no bra and her fair skin shined against the deep rouge of what clothing she did have on. My trembling came back. This time it was generated from desire. I so wanted to touch her. But I couldn't move.

She came close to me. I could smell her perfume. I could feel her heat and for the first time I was aware of my own arousal below. Not a word was said for a long time. I suppose after gaining my approval by going this far she lost all apprehension because from that moment on she made no hesitations in what she did. Things were done slowly, deliberate and she made sure I was still ok with what was happening by gaining approval though my eyes. But not a word was said for a long time.