No matter how many times she took Jace into her body, it seemed different, new and exciting. Fucking him like this brought new pleasures. His cock pressed and rubbed against parts of her cunt that normally were untouched. The friction ignited by their bodies seared through the trembly folds of her quim.
Up and down, she rode the rigid rail of her husband’s cock. All the while, his ever-moving hand squeezed and kneaded the melons of her tits. He tugged at the fleshy orbs of pleasure, watching them jiggle on her chest when he released them. He pushed them upward and rolled them under his palms.
Her own hands rubbed and slid over his chest, loving the feel of the thick hair sprouted there. Then on an impish impulse, she reached behind her and delved to his scrotum.
“God!” he moaned. His hips lurched up, slamming the full length of his prick into the juicy channel of her cunt.
Her fingers found his balls and gently played with the sensitive rocks. In response, her husband jerked and writhed beneath her. She grinned, thoroughly enjoying the control she had on him.
Slipping back up the fat length of his rod, she squeezed down with her pelvic muscles, gripping him as tight as possible. This action brought yet another pleased moan from the man she rode. Reaching the top of her fleshy pole, she relaxed and eased back down the throbbing joystick.
Despite his confining position, Jace now moved. His hips rose and fell in rhythm with her. In short little strokes, he did his best to cram his prick even deeper into the humid cleft of her loins. He wiggled his ass a bit, making his dork screw around within the clinging folds of her pussy.
Susan suddenly moaned. An unexpected pair of hands joined her husband’s on her tits — a feminine pair of hands. She glanced up. Melinda stood above her with a wide grin on her face. The young woman’s head lowered. Their lips met, then their tongues danced within one another’s mouth. Melinda’s fingers squeezed into the well-worked flesh of-her breasts.
“Mmmmm,” the dark-haired temptress sighed when they parted. Her coal-black eyes gleamed as she glanced at Jace. “I think it’s time we women show our independence.”
Susan moaned. Jace jerked, thrusting his cock deep into the liquid warmth of her cunt.
Melinda released her hold on the older blonde’s breasts and knelt beside Jace’s head. Her grin grew even wider. “You boys have had your fun. Now it’s the girls’ turn. Brother dear, you are going to satisfy two women at the same time.”
Without waiting for a reply, the sexy young woman suddenly straddled his head. Susan smiled, realizing just what Melinda intended.
“Eat me, Jace,” Melinda said. “Eat your sister’s pussy.”
The black-tressed woman settled down, pressing the pink lips of her pussy to her brother’s mouth. Immediately, Jace’s tongue lapped out and licked up and down the juicy slit presented to him.
At the same time, Susan reached out and captured the uplifted cones of her sister-in-law’s breasts. She shivered, loving the silky feel of her warm flesh. She squeezed and molded the pliant cones. Then she leaned forward to suck at each of the twin, dark cherries perched precariously atop the tempting mounds.
When she finished, she eased back, watching the pink flicks of her husband’s tongue eagerly lapping away at his sister’s quim. At the same time, she upped the tempo of her rise and fall on his pulsating prick.
Melinda’s own hands slipped to her sister-in-law’s widely spread crotch. She ran a finger up into the cock-filled hole of her twat. For the moment she just delighted in feeling the in-out pumping of Jace’s prick within his wife, then she slipped that moistened finger to Susan’s clit.
The sexy blonde groaned loud and long. Her whole world suddenly exploded in sheer carnal bliss. She came like an erupting volcano. Yet still she hunched up and down on her husband’s dick, fucking him even harder.
In and out the long, stiff column of man meat skewered into the greedy slit of her pussy. Up and down she rode her man for every ounce of pleasure she could take from him. Within minutes she came again.
This time her ecstasy was shared as Jace blasted a fresh load of come into the heated socket of her body. She felt the gushing cream of his loins fill her, then ooze from the lips of her pussy.
When she descended from the cloud of pleasure, she returned Melinda’s favor by slipping a finger into the lips of her cunt. Without a problem, she found her sister-in-law’s clit and began to roll it around.
Between her careful ministrations and Jace’s laving tongue, they had Melinda quivering and coming within a few seconds. Satisfied and fulfilled, Susan pulled her finger back before toe much pleasure brought pain. She once more kneaded the younger woman’s tits, trying to bring as many thrills to her as she could.
When Melinda floated back to earth, they both rolled from Jace, leaving him spent and exhausted on the floor. He closed his eyes and quickly drifted into a quiet sleep.
“Phil’s dead to the world also.” Melinda nodded to her husband soundly sleeping.
Susan smiled, reaching out and taking her sister-in-law’s hand and squeezing it. “I can’t blame them. I’m exhausted.”
“Think we should wake them and get them into bed?” Melinda asked.
“In a moment,” Susan answered. “But right now I need something to drink. Want something?”
“A glass of water,” Melinda replied. “And some time to gather my strength before lugging Phil to bed.”
Susan rose and walked into the kitchen to return with two glasses of water. Handing one to Melinda, she settled back on the floor and gazed out the window.
Outside, the snow blazed gold with the rising sun. She smiled feeling warm and secure. It had been one hell of a night. And they still had another night to share before returning to town. It was going to be some weekend — one she would never forget.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jace slept beside her. Susan held him close and gently kissed his forehead. Within her, his cock slowly deflated and slipped from her body. She sighed, releasing him as he rolled to his back.
For a moment, she rose on her elbows and gazed at her husband. Love and warmth flooded her. As much as she had loved their weekend with Phil and Melinda, it felt good to be home in their own house, their own bed.
Giving Jace another kiss while he slept, she slipped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she turned on the shower. As much as she liked drifting off to sleep after balling, she didn’t like waking up the next morning without having had a shower. Dried sexual juices always seemed to leave her a bit sore.
Stepping into the hot stream of water, she let the torrents massage over her nakedness for several minutes. Then she picked up the bar of soap and began sudsing.
Within their home, the weekend seemed so far away now, almost like a dream. It had happened so fast. First Jace and Melinda, then Phil and herself, then all of them in a weekend of nonstop sex, occasionally broken by a run down the slopes. Even when skiing, the foursome had managed to find a secluded spot and managed a quickie or two in the snow.
She smiled, remembering every moment of the weekend. There had been more than sex between them, she realized. Love too was there — even before they learned to share their bodies. Their lovemaking only seemed to draw them that much closer together.
She admitted to herself that the results of the weekend weren’t exactly what she and Phil had in mind when they first schemed up the weekend. However, they had gotten Jace and Melinda back together. And Phil and she had gotten together like they had never gotten together before in their lives.
And in so many different positions, she thought. My brother has more going for him than I ever dreamed.