Sunday morning breakfast, continued…. (Check your DM ..

Sunday morning breakfast, continued…. (Check your DM for full 12 min multiorgasm video) It was of course true. My husband had made two women very happy the previous evening, and I had to imagine as I sat at the table staring at his sexy face, that his tongue might be a tad bit sore after it’s mic-dropping performance just hours ago. “So tell us!....” Raef continued. “How much did you love being loaned out by your wife last night?” No response from Scott. “You fucking loved it, didn’t you, you dirty mother fucker,” Raef prodded. I’ll be honest, it’s sometimes a bit difficult to read my husband in these circumstances. But that’s never been the case with Raef. The man has absolutely mastered getting under my husband’s skin. And I won’t lie, it gets me a little wet watching him push Scott’s buttons. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s nothing more than Raef simply establishing his place in our little sexual pecking order, and I absolutely adore the way that the stud rolls. But that’s just on the one hand. On the other, I love my husband dearly, and, as a natural consequence, I’ve always despised Raef’s bullying where Scott’s concerned. This bizarre little conundrum (getting wet for a man who’s abusive to my soulmate) almost always gives me a twinge of self-loathing (which is, I think, possibly worth bringing up with Joann this week). In any event, the fireworks were just about to start and I needed to get back from the buffet before they did. So with that, I took my leave from the table and made a beeline toward the steaming serving trays that made up the buffet’s primary section. With my hang0ver triumvirate now fully secured (scrambled eggs, link sausage and coffee), I headed back to the now-empy table. Raef and Scott had followed my suit and headed to the buffet, and I took the moment alone to see if I could figure a way to direct this conversation into a more productive channel (no pun intended). I desperately wanted fucked one more time before checkout, and maybe there was a way to manipulate both of my b0ys back into bed. To put it bluntly, getting Raef off had made me hot to be fucked again, but seeing my y0ung bull so artfully agitating Scott was making me even fucking hotter. “So… before this conversation gets a little too out of hand, let me get each of your thoughts on two very specific points,” I said taking the reigns as the two men returned with heaping plates of equal parts fat and sugar. “First off, what was the single hottest part of the night for each of you? Raef, why don’t you take the lead.” The stage was set. “That’s an easy one,” Raef shot back instantly. “You and Chrissy sucking my cock while Chrissy rode your husband’s face.” “Dammit!” I thought to myself. Raef had actually stolen what would have likely been my own response to this particular question. But the die was cast, and that moment had definitely been hot. As you may recall from the initial installment, I’d taken the initiative when we’d first gotten to the room the night before by locking my already wet cunt right onto Scott’s face, and I figured if I could just get Chrissy and Raef incorporated into the action, nature was no doubt going to be taking its course where the four of us were concerned. The only problem for me at that particular moment in however, was finding the ability to speak. Scott, the virtuoso pussy-eater that he is, had already found my “spot” with the forepart of his tongue, and electricity felt like it was about to shoot from my eye sockets. “Raef,” I’d said looking over my left shoulder, “why don’t you come over here and sit next to me for a second, sweetie?” I want to feel those luscious lips of yours on mine.” “Chrissy,” I distinctly remember saying in a firm tone while simultaneously locking eyes with my sexy bull as he took his place next to me on the bed - “Why don’t you help Raef get a little more comfortable – he’s seeming just a bit too overdressed for my liking.” As I leaned in to kiss Raef, a jolt of pleasure from my husband’s tongue sh0t across my cerebral cortex. “Fuck…” I gasped, tightly squeezing my eyelids closed as Raef’s lips met mine. It was at that precise moment that I heard Raef’s belt buckle being undone and a slight smile eased its way across my face. I continued gently kissing my bull while I waited for “the moment.” “Holy fucking shit” Chrissy exclaimed seconds later. I broke my kiss with Raef and focused my gaze back toward Chrissy, who’d obediently positioned herself on her knees along the edge of the bed. The dual waistbands of Raef’s Lulu Lemon joggers and his jockey’s were bunched in Chrissy’s fists, and she was staring transfixed at what was likely the fattest, most perfect penis the little slut had ever laid her eyes upon. Part of me was almost jealous of her getting to experience such a pivotal sexual moment for the very first time. “Un-fucking believable,” she said in a state of complete awe as she gently eased one of her alabaster palms beneath his hefty scrotum. The attention from Chrissy was having a clearly positive impact on Raef’s rapidly stiffening penis. And as she gently took the heavy, twitching shaft into her other palm, I could see her lovingly coax a pristine drop of precum to its tip. I almost laughed out loud as I watched the little cock-dru nk whore lick her lips in anticipation of sucking off her sexy boss. She was absolutely mesmerized. By this point, Scott had wedged the tip of his talented tongue right into that the miniscule area between my urethra and my clitoral hood and was rhythmically bringing me to the precipice of a colossal orgasm. He was now sufficiently warm. Not about to let Chrissy be the first bitch in the room to have Raef’s cock in her mouth, I hastily lifted my pussy from my husband’s mouth and took my place next to her at the side of the bed. “Girl, this is what I affectionately like to refer to as a two-woman job,” I joked while commandeering the gorgeous and nearly erect penis from her now tightly closed fist. “Why don’t you be a good girI and get those panties off?” While it was phrased as a request, it was clearly anything but. “I mean, look at poor Scott … he looks so lonely with no one riding his gorgeous face, wouldn’t you agree?” “Plus,” I added with a bit of emphasis, “I think if we situate things just right, you can help me suck this beast to full-mast while hubby works his magic on you.” “And,” I grinned at Chrissy ear to ear, “if you’re a good girI, I might just let you experience exactly how full this thing can make a woman feel.” “And trust me,” I added off-handedly. “It’s fucking life changing.” The phrase “putty in my hand” flashed through my mind as I watched Chrissy stand along side of the bed and quickly slide her panties out from beneath the pretty yellow sundress she’d worn for the occasion. Taking my cue, she straddled Scott’s face in a reverse cowgirl fashion so that her asshole undoubtedly rested on the squished tip of my husband’s perfectly shaped nose. For an instant, I tried imagining the sensory experience that my husband must be having beneath Chrissy’s aroused cunt, but it was too much for me to even attempt contemplating at that moment. “Ooooooh….” She immediately squealed. Her eyes lit up like Christmas trees, and I realized Scott had definitely hit the ground running. “Oh my fucking god….” Chrissy moaned again . “Holy fuck, that’s amazing.” My mind’s eye quickly filtered its perspective in bright crimson as an instinctual wave of rage washed across my entire being. How could my sweet and loving husband’s tongue betray me so? But all that it took to redirect my anger toward more productive pursuits was the sensation of a slight twitch in my palm that signaled my bull’s arrival to full erection. With Chrissy’s hands rested on my husband’s ribcage and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, I half assumed that I’d just lost my partner in cock-sucking crime to my husband’s superb cunnilingus. And for my part, I was already completely fine with that. But Chrissy, who was about to demonstrate exactly how hell-bent she was on having Raef in her mouth, quickly reestablished control over the situation. And the single-minded look of purpose that she now had on her face told me that I now had myself a rival for the nut that I was just about to start coaxing from Raef’s spectacular set of balls. Yeah. Breakfast was definitely starting to get all of way hotter than the hotel’s less than impressive coffee 😊