The next morning I woke up to my name being called from downstairs. Christy and I were the only ones in the bed. I got up, courteously yelled back that I'd be right down, and quickly brushed the morning breath away. When I went downstairs, I found Emily in the kitchen and Barbara talking to the artist. Our drawing was ready. It was line and wash, a very pleasing combination of ink and watercolor. Well, pleasing if you felt sex and women's bodies were things you dive into like Scrooge McDuck into a vault of gold coins. So all of us loved it. We praised his work with real enthusiasm.
Emily offered to take care of the amount due. I don't think she was particularly attracted to the guy, I think she was just showing off how daring she was -- getting one in before the other (ahem) sexual enthusiasts in the female population of the cabin. I gave her a look that made it clear I wasn't cut from the same cloth as her husband, and said I'd be right back with the money. Christy stopped me and ran back upstairs. She brought my wallet, but that wasn't what I needed. I ducked up to the room safe and came down with the money.
Emily asked how long the project had taken. We described the process, and she asked Christy if she minded him doing a similar piece of me and Emily. Christy loved the idea.
"Can you make me look, say, seven months pregnant or so?"
"I can do that, sure."
"Okay, here's what I want" Emily said. She had me stand with my feet shoulder width apart, and my arms crossed. She snapped a photo. Then she asked "Venus of Urbano, ring any bells?"
"Ma'am, I am a trained arteest, so naturally I'm familiar with such a famous work. Especially once I've had another look at it" he said with a grin.
"That's fine. So basically I want me in that pose, obviously but not beach balloon pregnant, with daddy here standing behind me in the pose we just photographed."
"I like it, sure!"
"No background figures, go light on the surroundings; really just him, me, and the couch. A renaissance couch, not beach cottage with pina colada stains couch."
"Pina colada isn't the stain that couch needs to worry about" Barbara said suggestively. We all laughed.
Emily stretched out on the couch, and took the pose she was picturing. Art lover, penis lover, cheating wife -- what a find. Our artist seemed genuinely interested in this project. It probably helped that he wasn't dealing with the unexpected exposure to three naked people. There were four now, but he had a bit more idea what to expect today.
He must have just swallowed wrong when Emily hoped her husband wouldn't mind it hanging in their bedroom. Glass of water and he was fine.
The arts having been appropriately supported, Emily sauntered over and began rubbing herself against me. "I've got one more coming, stud!"
Oof.
"Listen, the Venus of Urbino needs to understand that the Penis for the Three Holes is still in need of rest. I'm only human!"
"You said three loads! I kept up my side of the bargain!" She grabbed me and rubbed me against her mound. Amazingly, the soldier began to respond.
"It's all about keeping up my side of the bargain, isn't it?" I said. "Come on, I really need a bit more rest. And we have our next appointment, you're gonna get more."
"Next appointment?" Christy asked.
"I've pretty much been keeping my husband informed. Sort of. Usually retroactively. But Jason had a sexy idea." She explained the plan to pretend to turn over a new leaf, when it was really just taking her cheating to another level.
Christy looked me up and down, walked up to me and gave me an intense, fully body contact kiss. Emily didn't back up much, so
"You're a very naughty man, aren't you? You just can't help but conquer women, can't you? Even when you've already made her a mommy, you can't help finding more ways to make her yours. Do I get to watch, or just get pictures?" She was stroking me too now. Emily gasped, and I realized Christy was stroking her too. I guided Emily's hand to Christy's slit, and was rewarded with a gasp from my wife. The women's attention was shifting to each other, and I encouraged it.
Soon they were on the floor, twisting into a sixty-nine. I sat down on the couch. I caught Barbara's eye and pointed at my dick. She came right over, stretched out on the couch and took me into her eager mouth. We both watched the two horny women on the floor. I held her head and began fucking my mother-in-law's mouth.
"You raised a very naughty girl Barbara."
"I know, I shouldn't let her lick mommy's pussy. And I shouldn't lick your wife's pussy, should I?"
I answered her with a slap on her bare ass. She moaned in pleasure around my dick, and raised her ass. It was a blatant invitation. I tenderly stroked the cheeks she was offering, then smaked them much harder. She gasped, but instantly began bobbing her head again. I spanked her even harder, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Then the other cheek. I was spanking her hard, holding her head on my dick with the other hand. I fucked her mouth as she lay helpless in my lap. I was punishing her, I was using her, and she couldn't have been more turned on. I took a break from spanking and ran my fingers into her sopping cunt. She started to lift her head but I didn't let her; I held her in place and kept thrusting into her mouth.
She began moving her hips. I think she was trying to fuck my finger. I began moving my fingers inside her. Before I knew it, she'd moved enough that my fingers slipped out of her pussy and right up her ass. Good thing she was the one woman in the room who loved butt sex! She squealed around my shaft, but she didn't try to get me to pull them out. I kept on stretching her.
Emily and my wife were getting louder and louder. They were licking, fingering, and moaning, oblivious of the world beyond their intertwined bodies. Barbara was clearly loving what I was doing to her. I let go of her head to try and feel her breasts, but I couldn't quite reach. Barabar kept sucking for a moment, then raised her head.
"Fuck my ass! I need that cock in my ass, it's been too long! Fuck my ASS!"
I slid out from under her, and moved around. I kept my fingers in her rectum. It was definitely ready. My dick was dripping from her blowjob. I mounted her, holding her down and controlling her legs. My dick found her back door and she gasped as I forced myself into the forbidden grip between her cheeks.
"Oh fuck yes, that feels so FUCKING GOOD!" Barbara screamed as I filled her ass with cock. "Make me submit baby, make mommy your back door whore!"
"Holy shit, he really does fuck her ass -- look at her, she loves it!" Emily exclaimed. Barbara had apparently made enough noise to break the spell my wife's pussy had cast on my lover. I was laying full length on top of my mother-in-law, holding her down as I used her ass. She screamed out her gratitude as I gave her what she wanted. "Yes -- yes -- yes, use my ass. When you get me pregnant this is how you'll fuck me for the whole nine months baby! Now fuck mommy's ass!"
The mention of pregnancy must have jogged Emily's memory. "Hey, he's supposed to be fucking me! I need another load!"
"Well now you have even more motivation to lie to your husband, you little whore" Christy answered, forcing Emily's mouth back to her pussy. They were licking again, but both of them did their best to watch as I used Barbara's ass. My wife and I locked eyes and we both mouthed "I love you." Then it was Emily's turn to force Christy's mouth back where she wanted it.
I was deep inside Barbara's rectum, loving the feel of the little ring of muscle. The way the silky tunnel beyond it molded around my cock was exquisite. I was fucking harder and harder. I gave Barbara a little wiggle room, and she spread her leg. I shifted behind her and moaned as I thrust even deeper into her eager sphincter. The friction was building.
