It was Saturday night. I had been at this vacation house for 24 hours with my wife Amanda and her three closest friends. The purpose of the weekend was a 'trial' to decide if my wife's sister Nicole was 'guilty' of promoting my wife's lesbian infidelity with the other three girls, and deserved to be 'punished' as they had.
The trial had come out in my favor. Jane, my wife's busty black friend from college who really was a lawyer, had chaired the trial but voted against me. However, Amanda's redheaded friend Anna from high school, and Bonnie, the petite and tan brunette who was my wife's best friend, voted with me to punish Nicole. Amanda and I had agreed afterwards that I would be able to watch Nicole have sex with another girl, probably Anna.
After the trial, the girls had rotated around, focusing all of our intentions on one girl at a time. The trial, four rounds of fucking, and a recovery shower had eaten up the entire afternoon, and by the time Jane and I, who had showered separately from the other girls, got dressed; we came downstairs to find the other three girls hard at work preparing dinner.
I moved to join them, but my wife Amanda brushed me off, telling me to conserve my strength. I was allowed to pour the wine, so I opened a bottle and poured five glasses.
We all chatted as Jane joined the girls. There wasn't room for her to help, so she set the table.
The girls were all dressed down in t-shirts or tank tops and shorts now. I chuckled at the massive dinner that was being prepared while we were in clothes similar to pajamas. I held my tongue though, as my wife had a knife in her hands.
Dinner was fantastic, as usual. With our physical exertions, we all wolfed it down. The wine flowed as well. The first bottle was long gone, and the second was nearly emptied as well before we got up from the table.
I watched my wife for any hard feelings during the meal, but there didn't seem to be any. I think taking the decision out of her hands really did absolve her of any guilt. I watched her interact with Bonnie, but they seemed normal as well.
As dinner wore down, Anna started to get handsy with Bonnie and I, who were sitting next to her. Finally I stood up, partially to get her hand out of my lap, and raised my glass.
"To our wonderful cooks, for another delicious meal."
We all clinked our glasses together.
"And to Jane, for renting this house."
More clinking.
"And for all three of you, for participating in this unorthodox solution."
More clinking.
Before I could say anything else, Jane stood.
"And to Charlie, for taking on all four of us this weekend. He thought we were insufferable before, now he knows we are also insatiable."
Laughing and clinking.
"And most of all, to Amanda, for sharing this lovely piece of meat with us."
We all laughed now, and Anna stood up.
"Okay, so I have a game for tonight. When Charlie had me, he bought these two contraptions. One was a vibrator in a set of underwear, and one was a dildo."
Amanda and I nodded.
"So he made Mandy wear the dildo facing in, which didn't work so well. But I took it home and I found it could face out as well. So it's a strap-on."
Jane chimed in now. "So we have another cock now."
She turned to me. "You can leave now. You've been replaced."
We all laughed, and Anna continued.
"So before we use it to fuck each other, let's play a game. Each of us has to fuck another with the strap-on. Whoever makes a girl cum fastest wins, and gets their pick of which order to go in tonight."
The other girls were interested, but Jane rejected the notion:
"No way. If that strap-on fits you girls, no way it is fitting over my big, black ass."
"Its adjustable?" Anna said with absolutely no conviction.
Those two decided to go upstairs and see if it would fit Jane, while the three of us did the dishes.
When they came back down, Jane was now bottomless, with the dildo sticking out in front of her.
"Okay, so it does fit. It's tight, but it fits. Who wants it first?"
We were just finishing the dishes, so we told the two of them to behave and put anything dry away.
They did, Jane brushing her temporary penis against the other girls' asses as she did.
Finally, we were done. We decided to stay downstairs for the 'race', before moving upstairs for group action.
The couch was a giant wraparound, which would afford plenty of room for viewing. We moved everything else out of the room and put down a blanket. Since Jane already had the strap-on first, she demanded to go first. Anna volunteered to be the first 'receiver', so she stripped and laid down on her back.
Watching Jane figure out how to maneuver herself to enter Anna was absolutely hilarious. When you are the door, you don't realize the key does all the work. Finally she got lined up, and entered the redhead with the rubber invader.
The contrast of Jane's brown skin and Anna's pale, freckled body was hot. As was watching the two girls as they experimented. The girls had not agreed on any other rules, so Jane attempted to lean over and capture Anna's nipple, knowing that was her cheat code. Anna wasn't having it, and pushed Jane away, but soon got into the fucking she was getting.
Soon I could see the pale, thin, redheaded girl's freckled chest, topped by her B-cups, start to heave, and she let out a long, low "Fucckkk" as she came.
Jane raised her arms in victory and stood up.
She reached behind her to undo the straps, but ended up needing help. My wife and Bonnie both jumped up to help. When they finally got the straps over Jane's curvy posterior, my wife started to slip it on.
Anna was just standing up as Jane lay down on the blanket next to her. Anna immediately sat on the couch next to me and rubbed her hand against my cock, which was half-hard at this point.
"Charlie, I take it back. That was fun, but only half as fun as the real thing. I guess we do need to keep you around."
I shrugged, and Anna gave me a peck on the cheek. I expected her to escalate, but I guess her quick fuck had her content for the time being.
My wife had the dildo attached now, and turned to face me, hands on her hips.
"How do I look?"
"Honestly, it's a bit disconcerting."
"Less modeling and more fucking" Jane called out from the floor behind her.
Amanda giggled and dropped to her knees. She did better at lining up, and sunk the dick Jane had recently worn into her.