Helen and my wife.

There was no way I could pull my eyes off of Kaila having sex with another woman. Her moans alone were enough to make me cum most days, let alone this.

In their new position I could see my wife's face clearly, her head framed by her hair splayed out on the pillow as she gulped for air in between moans. Her features were contorted in pleasure, eyes closed, brow furrowed, mouth hanging open. I watched as her chest heaved, and her breasts bounced back and forth from the **** of Helen's actions.

I looked at Helen, she usually seemed so hesitant, guarded, but in the midst of fucking my wife she was incredibly vocal and expressive.

"Oh god yes, just like that, if only Brent could see you, you're so stunning..." She moaned out just loud enough for me to hear. Kaila responded something, but I lost it in all the noise.

Helen didn't stop for a moment, she bore down on my wife, grinding her pussy hard against Kaila's willing body, their clits rolling over each other's as they bucked with lust. Helen didn't relent on herself either, using her makeshift sex toy to pound herself deep, throwing her head back and quickening her pace.

Movement in the corner broke my concentration as Charlotte stood, stretching slightly. I was so close to cumming, but I backed off my strokes a little, curious.

She made her way to The bed and leaned in to give my wife a deep kiss, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other kneading her breast. She broke the contact and did the same with her partner, lingering at it, one hand on Kaila's stomach for balance. The sight was so erotic to me, my loving wife being fucked hard by some other women while yet another used her body as a means to make out with the one fucking her.

Charlotte finally came up for air, and they exchanged words, I caught only snippets.

"...love..." "...help?" "Your... G-spot?"

They spoke for a moment and then Charlotte stood, and climbed on the bed behind the women fucking. She spread her legs and brought her vagina up close to the back of the two of them as they furiously fucked. Her legs draped over theirs. Helen shifted forward, giving her access to their soaking pussies, and pulled her toy out, licking it once before feeding it to Kaila, the two of them making out around it, sucking her linger juices off and gasping against each other shamelessly .

Charlotte meanwhile had taken one hand back to her cunt and was furiously masturbating, and the other she had lined up at their openings. Her thumb was set to enter Helen, while her other four fingers were rolled into one mass, ready to penetrate Kaila, my wife was about to get finger banged by another woman while getting fucked. I groaned to myself, my stroking was frantic now.

Slowly, Charlotte pressed into them, her own strokes fast and hard as they both stuttered in their sex, arching and moaning into each other's mouths, Charlotte started moving her fingers, likely massaging their g-spots, and they both shuddered and started fuck even harder than before.

It was too much, I blew my load all over the wall in front of me, my semen dripping down into a big mess. I'd have to clean that later I thought dazedly. I stared at their forms as they seemed to start building towards massive orgasms, and glanced down at my still somewhat hard cock in my hand. I noticed my watch, and I instantly thought of time. Shit! Breakfast!

I rushed back to the kitchen, frantic to get everything done before they finished their lovemaking. Thank God nothing burned. I finished breakfast as fast as my frenzied nerves would allow.

As I finally set the table, my nerves calmed, I looked out on another gorgeous day. There was no way in hell I was going to spend it all indoors, and I realized that there was a swimming hole about a mile up a path from the cabin. It had been one of the reasons I had picked this cabin in the first place: I liked seeing Kaila in a bikini.

"Do I tell him, or do I just let his imagination run wild?" Kaila asked rhetorically from the back hall, her green robe pulled about herself. Behind her, the other two women were exiting the bedroom.

"Tell me what?" I asked, gesturing to the table I had laid out in an invitation.