My wife Anne started a tradition the year we got married. Her two best friends Jenni and Emmy were going through very rough patches with their boyfriends at the time, after the men had cheated on them and had failed to deliver in the bedroom. Anne put together a tropical vacation for her and her friends over Valentine's Day, she called it Galentine's. It was a time for the girls to unwind and do some self-care. Anne also invited her sister Jane, who had been somewhat estranged during their teen years, but whom she was now growing closer with, for good measure.
The first year was a success, except that Anne came back to report that all the women had been incredibly horny the entire time. She confessed that they had gotten a bit drunk at some point and spent an evening making out with and fondling each other, but none of them were daring enough to take it further, and all came home with the female equivalent of blue balls.
Anne's solution the following year was to invite me along. While I didn't relish the thought of being the fifth wheel for the women's girlfriend time, I had always thought these friends of Anne's were smoking hot, and the prospect of seeing them each in a bikini sold me on the suggestion. And, it turned out that Anne had ulterior motives for bringing me along. She secretly confided in her friends and sister that I was brought along for "fun," specifically to provide an opportunity for the girls to satisfy their horniness. My cock would be available to any of them, Anne assured.
Emmy, Jane, and Jenni were all single that second year, so the proposition fell favorably on their ears. Some extra-skimpy bikinis, a few cocktails, and a warm night at the beach was all it took to remove the group's inhibitions, and before I knew it, I was stud horse, a sex toy, a daddy, an eight-inch cock expected to help the Galentine's gals relieve whatever urges they might be feeling.
This arrangement was more than acceptable to me, and so the tradition began. Even after Jenni and Emmy found new boyfriends, and eventually got married, the annual trip continued in secret.
I took my role as sex object seriously, learning Anne and her friends' desires, preferences, and kinks. I trained my stamina with long edging sessions, milking my cum out over the course of hours, or denying myself completely from cumming for days on end. It was important that the women have every opportunity to grope, stroke, admire, suck, ride, and get stuffed by my eight-inch rod in whatever hole they chose, and eventually I could reliably make it through the entire vacation without cumming, unless told to.
So it was that I found myself in the late afternoon with Jenni was laying on top of me, riding my cock, with her smallish tits, barely covered by a black micro bikini top, stuffed in my face. Jenni was a PAWG, she had large, muscular thighs relative to the other women, which were now covered in fishnet thigh stockings, and a large, fit dump truck of an ass, now framed by a black garter belt that held her fishnets in place. She had a butt plug in her asshole, I could feel its pressure through her vaginal wall as she ground on my rod.
I was tied to a chair as Jenni rode my cock, rather sweetly, to the sounds of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," riding her own edge close to orgasm, her mouth on mine, her hands on my face, making soft moaning and whimpering noises as she had been for the past 20 minutes. Jenni's husband was a nice enough guy, he treated her well enough, but he wasn't openly sexual with Jenni, didn't care for most of the dirtier sex acts, avoided PDA, and disliked any notion that Jenni was a slut. Unfortunately, these were all major kinks for Jenni. Thus, my cock in her pussy. She was fucking me now as if I were her boyfriend, living out an alternate reality in her head as she bounced on my rod.
"Unh, baby," she said softly, kissing me and wrapping her tongue around mine. "Let's get married." She reached a hand around behind her to fondle her butt plug and my balls. "You're my boo. Unh, all my friends are gonna love you."
My wife Anne sat on the couch watching us with her best friend Emmy and her sister Jane. None of them were naked, but none was dressed for public either.
Anne was a tall brunette with long wavy hair and an athletic body, a great wide ass, and full medium tits. She was wearing a tight extreme crop top which showed a lot of underboob and made her nipple piercings very apparent. Her stubble-trimmed pubic hair was clearly visible above a barely-there white g-string. One of the girls had at some point used a magic marker to draw a thick, well-proportioned foot-long cock and balls on the skin of her stomach, from her hip to under her tit. Anne was sitting with a bare leg over that of her best friend Emmy. Anne is a big fan of tits and as the girls watched Jenni and I fuck, Anne would regularly lean over to lick and suck Emmy's tits.
Emmy was the most buxom of the group, slightly shorter than Anne with dirty blone hair, large pale tits and a classic venusian body. Emmy's neon bikini was pulled up and to the side as Anne alternately, sometimes simultaneously, sucked her tits and played a hand at her clit and pussy.
Jane sat on the other side of Anne, thigh to thigh. The skinniest of the group, Jane had a runner's body, with small perky tits, currently covered by a metallic pink tube top, and a small pert ass, over which she had pulled a thong bikini and a small see-through sarong wrap. The sarong was currently hiked up to her hips, and her bikini pulled aside to provide access for the dildo she was currently working in and out of her pussy.
All the women had been more or less in a state of arousal since the morning. The agreement for these vacations is that they get to fuck me in any way they want, and I have to cum where and when they say. It has been a great arrangement.
As Jenni fucked herself on my hard cock, Anne's phone chimed, and a mischevious grin spread on her face.
"Oh you're gonna love this," she said to the room, and stood up from the couch.
Emmy and Jane moved closer to one another as they watched Anne in curiosity, but Jenni didn't respond at all as she continued to slide her tight pussy on my cock, panting alternately into my neck and mouth.
"Ah, fuck, daddy," she moaned softly, mostly to herself. "You're my fucking dick daddy aren't you? Yeah, that's a nice big cock."
Anne went to the front door of the house, not bothering to cover up her visible pubic stubble or the giant cock drawn on her stomach, and opened it, and I could see over Jenni's shoulder that she was greeting two people there. She let them in, and two large men followed Anne into the living room, one of them slapping her on her ass as she walked ahead of them.
"Get up off that cock," Anne said to Jenni. "I've got a present for you since your husband has been such an ass this year."
Jenni finally turned her head to look at Anne, then she gasped slightly and her eyes opened wide.
"What the fuck?" Jenni said. "Dwayne?"
Anne cackled as she slung an arm around the neck of one of the men, making the dong drawn over her ribs stretch and undulate lewdly. He already had one hand over his crotch, and he put the other around my wife's waist as she leaned against him.
"Who's Dwayne?" Jane asked. "Who are these guys?"
Jenni's rhythmic hip motions slowed and she came to a stop on my dick as she looked at the men with incredulity and growing anticipation.
"Dwayne here," Anne said, and turned under the man's arm to put a hand on his plain, unremarkable face, "works with Jenni's husband."
