Come inside her while the others watch

Jean is totally enraptured, engrossed in the pleasure of your thrusting cock, her head pulled back by your hand tangled in her hair. You bite her nipples again and she groans deeply, her hips driving up at you.

"It's so good, so good," Jean gasps as you ride her, her hands clawing at your shoulders, urging you deep into her. "Pull my hair, pull my hair, pull my hair, Oh God, PULL MY HAIR!" she cries as she starts to come, slinging her ass against you to fill every bit of her tight cunt. Across the room Laurel and Amanda watch, their faces lustful, their hands playing with each other.

Cupping Jean's ass with one hand, as you pull her hair with the other, you start thrusting fast and deep into her, staring at the other two women as your orgasm starts to build. Jean squeezes you with her knees, pressing her welcoming cunt hard against you.

"So Good!" she wails, "You fill me, you fill me, you fucking fill me!"

"I'm gonna come!" you growl, feeling her tight cunt grasp your throbbing meat.

"Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up!" she wails, clawing at you, her heels drumming against your back as she urges you on. "Don't stop, Oh Don't Stop, Ohhhhhhh I'm Coming! Oh God give me your come!" With a moan you start to come, spurting scalding cream into her tightness, staring at Laurel and Jean as you drain yourself into the blonde writhing on your couch.

Finally empty, you pull out, leaving Jean sprawled on the couch, her eyes closed, humming softly. Your come dribbles between her swollen lips and she rubs her fingers against herself. Panting a little, you look over at the two women who are now standing beside your desk. Laurel has stripped off all her clothing except for heels and stockings, and the two of them stand caressing each other, looking at you between Jean's thighs. A wicked, wanton smile plays over Laurel's face, and she takes Amanda's hand, leading her towards the couch, their walks a swaying saunter.

You notice your wife has her phone in her hand, and when the flash of the camera goes off, so does Jean. She makes a surprised squeak and a halfhearted attempt to cover herself as she stares up at Laurel.

"Who are you?" she asks shyly.

"Fine time to ask, since I've been in the room ever since you walked in," Laurel says with a smile. "That's my husband you just had your legs wrapped around." Jean's eyes widen in shock and dismay.

"Oh don't be alarmed, child. It was delicious fun to watch you fuck. If that's your second time, you're a natural. Amanda and I had ever so much fun playing with each other while we watched you. Oh dear, where are my manners? This is Amanda, another of my husband's bitches. He has a lot of them, the brute, but as you found out, he's always in the market for another. Now then, I'm in the mood for more fun. I know you're tired, John dear, but I have a special little game in mind that I know you'll love, and these two young ladies will certainly appreciate."