This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it.
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12.
Everyone migrated to the kitchen, congregating naturally at the island. The trio of women eschewed the barstools, opting to stand as they chatted merrily. The wives had forbidden their husbands from getting dressed, the two men stood back a few paces, awkwardly, with their hands crossed over their respective groins.
This simply won't do
, Jack thought to himself. "Bill, Max," he called aloud, "why don't you make us some drinks. I'll have a Hendricks martini, straight up with a twist. Ladies?"
As the women barked their drink orders at Bill and Max, Jack moved behind Cindy and nestled his half-hard cock into her still-flushed ass cheeks as his hands reached around and hefted her prodigious breasts. "So, Max," Jack began, "tell us what you have in store for us."
Jack was rolling Cindy's pink nipples between his fingers when Max turned to address him. Max's eyes widened as he watched Jack fondle his wife, and the pudgy man gulped several times before he managed to answer.
"I, I, I want to see you make my wife cum by fucking her in the ass while Allison goes down on her," Max stammered, averting his eyes.
"Indeed," Jack replied in a gravely voice, "that would be a sight, and I don't blame you for wanting to see that. But you know," Jack continued, "that you'll have to clean my cock once I'm done with her." Max flushed but nodded his agreement. "And Cindy will be the one who gets to decide how it gets cleaned," Jack finished.
Max gulped again, the drink he had been making forgotten in his hand. After a moment he nodded again, agreeing to Jack's terms.
"What else?" Jack pressed.
Max continued to look stressed and distracted as Jack pushed his wife forward so that she grasped the counter with her hands, her legs automatically parting. Jack pushed two fingers into Cindy, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde.
Max began to speak as Jack's hand pumped into his wife's snatch. "I want to, I mean I want you to make the women line up hip to hip and bend over. I've always wanted to have my choice of pussy lined up for me." His words came in a rush but flowed so well that Jack knew this was probably one of Max's go-to fantasies.
"We can do that," Jack replied, "though we may start with that. Anything else?"
Max shook his head and seemed to finally remember the half-finished drink in his hands. Jack removed his soaking fingers from Cindy's tight pussy and she groaned in frustration. He stepped to his left, Debbie his next target, and she spun to face him, her back against the bar.
Jack's wet fingers pushed their way into Debbie's mouth as their eyes held each other's. His free hand fell to her breast, massaging, tweaking, and she moaned softly around his fingers. As Debbie's tongue danced between his fingers, tasting Cindy's juices Jack's trance was broken with Cindy's voice.
"And what else Max? I've seen the porn you watch. I know that you want Jack to fuck you," she declared. "Am I lying? Or was Bill's cock enough for you?"
Jack's face was impassive as Max seemed to shrink into himself, hunching his shoulders involuntarily and not making eye contact with anyone. Jack had wondered if it would ever come to this, if he would be asked to fuck another man. He wasn't attracted to other men, but if this was the price of using the man's wife in any and every way that he could think of then he would pay it.
Max finally seemed to gather himself. "Yes, I want Jack to fuck me and you in the ass," he said to Cindy before turning the group at large. "Forget the other stuff. I want you to bend us both over and fuck our asses. Make us both truly yours. Show us how much better you are than me in every way. Take my wife as you want, in any way. Make me your bitch."
Max's admission seemed to embolden him and by the time he was finished his words were clear and strong, his eyes flicking between his wife and Jack.
Jack regarded the man for a moment while his left hand continued to fondle Debbie's breast, his right having fallen to her hip. "What about you Bill?" Jack asked, directing his attention to Debbie's husband. "Is that what you want too? For me to fuck your ass?"
"Yess," Debbie hissed into his ear, leaning into him. Bill was nodding, eyes downcast as Max's had been.
"Tell me then," Jack demanded. "We have to hear all of it."
"Fuck me, fuck us," Bill said, indicating his wife who was now grinding her cunt onto Jack's leg. "Do it exactly like Max said. Use us both, dominate us, take whatever you want from us."
Jack looked at Allison who had been quietly sipping her martini, taking in the entire scene. "It would be hot," she confessed. "Though it makes me jealous that I don't have a dick," she said with a tinkling giggle.
"Give me a minute, we may be able to help you there," Jack said with a grin as Allison's laughter was cut short by a look of confusion that settled on her face.
"First though," Jack said "I have to let everyone know the terms if this is going to happen. If I do this, then there will be more alone time that your wives will spend here and with me in general. This means one overnight per week, one weekend a month, and one week per year your wives will be mine to do with as I see fit." Jack's voice was conversational but brooked no argument. "Also, each of you will be responsible for cleaning my cock before I move on to the next couple. Do you agree?"
Max and Bill looked at their spouses, then at each other before nodding their assent. "Ok then," Jack said, settling the matter. "Bill, you live closest. Run home and get the toy and lube that you bought the other day and bring it back for Allison."
Allison's eyebrows shot up nearly into her hairline at this last statement, but she did not question the directive.
