Max turned just in time to see Kim licking Bob's withering dick. Her cheeks and nose were spotted with cum. Obviously, he had showered her, though undoubtedly he had given her a mouthful, too. Kim carefully lapped his rubbery prick clean and then sat back. Her lush tits heaved as she caught her breath.
"How was he?" Bob asked his wife.
"Was that Max?" Eva asked, breaking her silence at last. "God!"
Max went into the kitchen and was back in a moment with drinks for himself and Bob. "She talks!" he exclaimed in mock surprise.
Bob laughed and tossed back some of his drink. "In a slightly sticky tone."
"We got things all mixed up," Max pointed out, grinning. "I mean, my wife got your cum, and your wife got my cum. They should trade."
"Kim," Bob ordered. "Go kiss Eva."
Kim walked over to the bound brunette on her knees, and leaned forward. Breasts touched breasts. The two women slowly came together. Both of them entered into the kiss with total abandon.
Max's blood boiled at the sight of his lush, curved, soft, blonde wife plunging her tongue into Eva's eager mouth. The women writhed against each other. Thighs tangled and pussies mashed as they kissed deeply, tasted man-cum in each other's mouths.
"I must say, I didn't expect them to go at it quite so willingly," Bob noted.
"Think maybe we've unleashed a monster that will devour us all?" Max asked.
Kim broke the kiss and left Eva gaping like a fish. Kim kept her soft pink-capped tits brushing Eva's sharper tits and backed off only far enough to talk. "She's so soft," Kim answered. "I've never known anything like it."
Max smiled at his wife lovingly. "Like to know more?"
Kim bit her lip and nodded. "If-if you want me to, that is. Oh, Max, could I please?"
In a moment Bob and Max had the two women stretched out on the floor, head to crotch. Deliberately enforcing their control, they bound the women together with a length of rope. They first worked three loops around their torsos, tied them together tightly. Then, as an added restraint, Kim's hands were tied to Eva's knees, and Kim's legs were tied to Eva's hands. Kim's mouth was already busy on Eva's black muff.
Bob and Max sat back and watched the two women eagerly eat each other's pussy. The fact that one of them was a slender brunette, the other a lush blonde made the interlocking of their feminine bodies especially arousing. Kim was softer, and rounder. Her legs were slightly heavier but no less attractive than the slender thighs clamped around her head.
Max's cock began to regain some of its earlier strength as he watched the girls' asses jiggling and squirming. "Next time let's arrange the arms differently," he suggested to Bob, noticing that Bob's cock was beginning to stir to life again.
"Kim really likes the bondage bit?" Bob asked.
"Yep. It really turns her on."
Neither of the men took their eyes off their roped, interlocked women. Kim was humping now, thrusting her cunt rhythmically against Eva's face. Eva's slim thighs were opening and closing as much as the ropes would allow. The rope around their torsos was cutting into their soft flesh as they struggled to devour each other.
"Wish I'd had the sense to give it a try," Bob noted, killing his drink.
"You and Eva been having trouble?" Max asked.
Bob shrugged. His cock was lying heavily against his thigh now, and expanding visibly with every passing moment. "Boredom, I guess."
"She ever sucked cock before?" Max inquired curiously.
"Not eagerly, and never taken a load like she did tonight," Bob answered. "I think things are going to change, though. All she needs is a firm hand and some guidance."
"Speaking of guidance," Max said, "I've got a hard-on here that needs some guidance."
"Sure, but my wife's all tied up," Bob joked. Max grinned. "Only two of their openings are occupied! There's more than one place to burn a bone."
"Right now?" Bob asked, staring at the tangle of feminine flesh.
Max studied the interlocked women and tried to control his roaring horniness. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed.
"A little hard to get at their shitters right now."
Bob gulped. "I thought that was what you meant. Eva's never let me close to her back door. Even with my finger."
Max shook his head slowly. "In this game, Bob, it isn't a matter of what they let you do. It's a matter of what you make them do."
"I see what you mean." His lust-loaded cock swaying heavily, Bob got to his feet. "Let's get those two cunts untangled so we can have a go at them."
Max was a little surprised at the rough way Bob treated Eva, but didn't say anything. Eva didn't seem to mind. Max untied Kim from the black-haired woman.
"Since Kim's taken it up the ass before," Max said, "why don't you get your rocks off in her? It'll give you some practice, and it'll give Eva a chance to watch, so she'll know what to expect."
"No, honey," Kim pleaded.
"Quiet, baby," Max ordered.
"But it's you I want, not Bob," Kim complained. It was the first argument she had given him in days. "It's you I love."
"You'll enjoy it," he assured her. "Now come on. You've got no choice in the matter anyway."
"Yes, Max," Kim sighed as he led her into the dining room.
After untying her wrists, he bent her forward over the table and tied her hands over her head. The edge of the table was just below her waist. Using two more lengths of rope, Max spread his wife's feet and bound them to the table legs.
Her ass was at the perfect height for deep penetration. Her full tits were squashed out flat on the polished table. She rested her cheeks on the cool wood and closed her eyes.
Bob had stripped the blindfold off his adoring wife. Ignoring her moon-eyed glances and the sticky paste of cum that coated her cheeks and chin, he grabbed one of the dining-room chairs and sat Eva down facing Kim's backside. Eva's arms were still behind her. Bob pulled them down so the chair back was between her wrists and her back.
"You got some more rope?" Bob asked, using his necktie to lash Eva's wrists to the back of the chair.
"Yeah, just a moment," Max answered, heading for the living room.
His balls simmering, Max watched Bob lash Eva to the chair. First her ankles were roped to the legs. The position spread her thighs so the pink slash in the jet-black heart of her pussy was visible. Then he took a longer piece of line and wound it around her torso and the back of the chair. He drew one loop directly across her breasts. When he pulled it tight, it cunt cruelly into her soft mounds, chafed against the tender flesh. Eva moaned with pain. Her expression – a mingling of lust and agony – brought a hot drop welling out of Max's prick.
Bob seemed determined to humiliate his wife as much as possible, and to inflict more than a little pain in the process. Grabbing a napkin, he wadded it up and jammed it into Eva's mouth. Another one tied around her head held the improvised gag so she couldn't spit it out. The second napkin, was tied brutally tight, so that it cunt into her cheeks.
Max got a jar of cream out of the bathroom. Standing behind Kim's lush, round, available ass, he soothed her with gentle strokes on her tight flesh. She was periodically being racked by shudders of horniness and fear. It was like soothing a frightened horse before saddling it.
When she was breathing more easily, he unscrewed the lid off the grease and took a healthy gob on his finger. Slowly, he painted the yellow goo down the crack of his wife's ass. The first stroke of his finger brushed her bung, then continued, and teased her hairy labes. Her saw her crapper constrict lewdly.
Taking another fingerful of goo, he dabbed it on her winkie. The cool grease made her bung spasm again. Putting the end of his long, blunt middle finger on her fucked shitter, Max slowly violated her hot depths. He could feel the cream melting from their combined heat.