I reclined in the armchair, legs over each arm, slacks thrown in the corner of the room. I savoured the salty taste of cum, deposited by a thick cock down my throat. Spillage dried on my bra and tits. The cock's owner lapped at my box. I could hear the gross slurps as I felt the tongue worm into me.
I looked up and met Gerry's eyes. He stared down at his best mate, eating the lunch I spread before him.
"Hi, sweetheart," I smiled, with an added groan, "Good day at work?"
I moaned as the tongue left me and circled my clit. Thrilled as hubby unzipped himself and fished out his fat limp cock.
"I ate your friend. Then he ate me!" I growled as that tongue dipped down and flicked my arsehole.
Gerry wanked his limpness and moved beside me. He waved his cock at me. I traced my fingers down the seam of his hanging ball bag and watched them shrink from my touch.
"Does he taste good, Alice?" Gerry asked, still waving his cock.
My back arched as my dinner guest sucked me in. "Oh fuck!" I sighed and squeezed Gerry's sac.
I stared at hubby. "Strip," I groaned as the tongue fucked me, "Now!"
Gerry was down to his socks in seconds. His cock growing. My pussy gyrated against a face as I sought more tongue.
My breathing quickened as a second cock bobbed toward my face.
"Gerry," I gasped, "My cunt needs fucking."