She finally, she stirred beside me.  We’d had a late night.  She rolled onto her back, letting her small breasts settle into her chest, firm nipples at attention.  So sexy.  I couldn’t resist reaching over to caress the one nearest me, before leaning in to take it between my teeth.  Her eyes fluttered open with a sleepy smile. 

“Haha!  I knew THAT would get her attention.” I pulled her close to kiss and whispered, “Good morning, Love.  How do you feel?”

Arching and taking a long, full body stretch, she responded, “Mm, mm, sore,” and moved her hand down to gently stroke her muff.  “He was pretty big and rode me hard,” she purred.

“So when did you slink back in?” I asked, feigning jealousy. She flashed me that insolent smirk, knowing damn well how I love it when she stays like a feral cat.

“After six or so. You were dead asleep when I got back. I told you they wore me out, so I fell asleep upstairs.”

“They? What the fuck, babe?” I was a little surprised but not nearly as shocked as I tried to sound.

“They were sharing a room,” she replied, “I couldn’t say ‘no,’ could I?”

 “Who did you end up with, then?” I asked.  I’d seen her flirting with several men early in the evening, but didn’t know which one, or ones, she’d let into her panties.

 “The black guys,” she responded after a moment. 

“Okay,” I chuckled, “there were several.  Which one? I mean ones?”  

Thinking again, she answered, “He was bald with tattoos on his chest.  James, I think. Maybe that was Antoine.”  

That was funny, and so typical.  She just described half the guys at the party.  She doesn’t drink or partake in 420, but in the moment, she never remembers their names.  I don't know if she even asks…and I adore that about her.

I wish I’d been able to watch, but we’d lost track of each other when I’d gone outside.  “Did they cum in you?” I asked, eager to hear the salacious details I’d missed.  “Oh, yeah, they did,” a satisfied smile crossed her face as she relived the moment.  “Big loads too.”  Under the sheet, her fingers began playing between her thighs, causing her voice to catch between sentences.

Even by Lifestyle standards, my wife is pretty slutty.  She doesn’t like condoms, so her partners get to ride her bareback. That makes her popular and also allows her to be selective.  She’ll usually toy with a few guys before picking the one or two who make her giggle and have the confidence to charm her.  Then it’s game on! This was not the first time she'd spent the night with whoever she had picked out.

“Did either of them make YOU cum?” I asked, imagining her naked body getting tag-teamed. 

She answered with a playful frown, “Remember that blonde girl with the curly hair?  I think you were with her last time.”
 
“Ah, yes,” I said, “Jayne.”  

She laughed, “Yeah. Her. After the first finished in me, she went down and cleaned me up.  She was good.”

My wife doesn’t usually do the girls, so I pressed, “How’d you like it?”

She grinned and continued diddling herself. With a little more fervor now. “She knew what she was doing.  She wanted me to return the favor though, but I didn’t. I did warn her not to expect the same back.  I always feel bad when that happens, but I think she was cool with it.  We made out for a little while before I went upstairs with the guys.  I could taste my pussy on her lips.  I do love that part.”

“Don't worry about Jayne,” I assured her with a wink.  “We hooked up again last night, too.  She told me she likes how you taste. She wants to do both of us together next time.”

Taking over, she turned my questions back on me.  “So?  Did you seed her? I’d lick her snatch clean if it was your cum in her.”

“No,” I answered, “I wanted to stay hard for Marie.  She and Bob got there kind of late. After you disappeared.”  Thinking about Marie made my dick twitch.  That woman has no boundaries and lets me do anything I want.  Her flaming red bush is so sweet.  Very vocal too, so we attracted a crowd of single guys and voyeur couples. She likes to make eye contact with the looky-loos. 

“Did Bob just watch like he always does?” she asked, twirling a strand of hair. 

“Yep,” I nodded.  “That’s his thing.  He never interferes.  Just gets off watching his wife play, and I’m more than happy to oblige.” I caught myself grinning, “That big ol’ ass is SO much fun to fuck.”

My wife’s eyebrows raised slightly.  She prides herself as being ‘fun to fuck’ too.  With a glint in her eyes, she asked, “In her ass again?”

“Nope,” I replied, “It was all pussy last night.  Bob took pics of my cream pie; I hope he remembers to send them to me.”

The talk of me, with Marie, piqued my wife’s interest.  She slid her hand from herself to my growing erection and gave it a stroke.  “Somebody’s ready for a cleanup round,” she said with that mischievous ‘come and get it’ look. 

“Well, if ‘bald guy’ didn’t wreck you too badly…” I teased back.  She answered by sliding me into her mouth, her hand firmly kneading my balls.

 As she worked her magic, I remembered a young dude I’d seen her blow last night.  "That kid in the hot tub?  Did he get any?"

She laughed, nearly choking on me.  She mumbled something unintelligible, then pulled back just enough to be understood, “I just sucked him off. Barely got started before he finished.”

I gripped her hair and asked, “But you swallowed it all, didn’t you?”  

Her eyes gleamed, and she pulled away with a thread of saliva connecting us, “Of course I did.  Every drop.  Just like I’m going to now, if you'll hold still.”  She continued fondling me, then added, “He asked to meet me alone.  I told him ‘Maybe,’ which is probably why he blew his load so quick.”

Intrigued, I asked, “Really?  You’re going to meet him?”  

She laughed again, “I said maybe. But probably. Yeah. He was sweet," then sucked me deeper, more aggressively; her tits swaying with the movement. "I think he was only, like, twenty. I can train him,”

I missed reclaiming her last night and wanted more than her mouth this morning.  Pushing her onto her back, I settled between her thighs, my tongue deep, tickling her slit.  At my request, she hadn’t gotten waxed for this party, so she was nice and furry, just how I like it. Dries cum was still caked in her bush. Her palms pulled my face tight as I worked her.  Her breathing quickened until she shuddered.  Jayne was right, she does taste fucking great.  I like it when she cums first.  She tightens perfectly, regardless of how big the last cock to fill her was.

When I turned her over, I pressed her face into the pillow and lifted her hips. She moaned in anticipation.  Something about this position sends her over the edge quickly, especially after a few sharp whacks on her ass.  It’s her fave…well, along with being eaten. That morning, I scored a double.  Replaying last night’s adventure primed us both for this morning. 

A minute later, lying there, rubbing her filled kitty, I confirmed the body count.  “Only two and a half cocks last night, huh?”

She corrected me, “Three and a half, if right now counts, babe.”  

We kissed again before she hopped out of bed and walked, bare-assed, to the kitchenette.  To make some coffee, I hoped.  Another couple of notches in her bedpost.