It doesn’t look like anyone is taking turns, not tonight.

Things continued as they began, and both John and his wife enjoyed themselves quite a lot. Jennifer and her boss continued to fuck like a couple who has been apart for years. John and Jazz went at it like prom dates, getting a taste of each other for the first time.

Jazz was truly very good in bed. She was fit and flexible and was even newer to the stripper life than Jennifer was, only having stripped for two months or so. She wasn't jaded or tired of the life she was in, and while she was doing this as a favor for her boss, she did it as well as she could.

She threw herself at John as hard as she could, and he responded in kind. The two of them fucked each other hard, building up a sweat and putting on a show with the sound of moans and bodies slapping into each other.

John became so entranced by what he and Jazz were doing, he didn't even notice the slow, gentle, and romantic sex happening right beside him.

In truth, Steve had a massive bed, something John had never seen in person, an Alaskan king bed. It was really fucking big, no wonder John was able to forget his wife was fucking another man, there was a lot of room.

Jennifer was still on her back, now with Steve deep inside her and pumping gently, pushing most of his long cock inside of her. Her boss was still kissing her deeply, holding his massive body up off of her to avoid crushing her. She loved it, the slow and romantic sex was as good as she had ever remembered having, the kiss was nothing short of enchanting, and her husband was right beside her, with Jazz riding him cowgirl style like their plane was going down.

John had both of his hands on Jazz now, so Jennifer held Steve tightly, running one hand across his powerful back muscles, and the other through his beautiful hair.

A powerful orgasm overcame Jennifer as she enjoyed the moment, and she held Steve tightly as her body shook and spasmed.

Jazz envied Jennifer at that moment. She felt that what she was doing was what Jenn's husband needed right now, but what she really loved was a gentle and romantic fuck, what her boss was giving John's wife.

Jazz slowed down and leaned down to kiss her lover, but John had a wild look in his eyes, and flipped Jazz over onto her elbows and knees, smacking her ass before entering her doggy style.

Very soon John was pounding Jazz hard and fast doggy style and enjoyed the view of her ass jiggling, and her large breasts shake back and forth. He was giving her all he had, burying his cock deep inside of her, fucking her as hard as he could.

John was not in poor shape, he actually was pretty well built, but cardio and wind was not his strength, but at this moment he felt like he had an unlimited supply of energy. He gave it to Jazz, fucking her hard, for the better part of thirty minutes.

He changed her between positions when he wanted to, showing more assertiveness than normal, as his wife usually made the choices in their bed. Jenn knew what she wanted, and she usually got it. Right now felt like his turn.

When John started to get close he was fucking Jazz in the missionary position, he leaned in and asked Jazz if she was on birth control, which she nodded yes. "I am close, where do you want it?"

Jazz thought him a gentleman of sorts to ask but was conflicted. She was on the pill, but she didn't let just anyone cum inside of her, she knew this would be a long night, but why not start with something easy to clean up without ruining her makeup?

"Cum on my tits big boy," she said in a sexy tone that John knew was ****, but she had a marvelous set of fake tits, why not? When he started to cum he pulled out and Jazz pushed her large breasts together.

He pointed his cock at her breasts and started to cum, and had something of a disappointing cumshot. But then he had cum earlier by the pool.

Jazz flicked her tongue over some of his cum close to her face, and then cleaned up his cock, sucking it gently.

John was in paradise, Jazz was amazing. He leaned back, feeling victorious, watching Jazz play with his cum on her large breasts before heading off to the bathroom to clean up.

As he caught his wind he came back to earth and saw his wife, sitting in Steve's lap facing him, gently riding him, and still in a deep kiss. Steve still had not cum, that was pretty fucking impressive.

John felt a bit more free than normal, and didn't bother to find a towel and waled downstairs to grab something to drink, and maybe a quick snack. He had a lot to give before this night was done, he was really enjoying himself with Jazz, and he was hoping it would continue deep into the night.

Jazz came back to the bedroom and started to join Jennifer and Steve, but Steve stopped her. "John is yours for tonight Jazz, keep him occupied, and make sure he has a lot of fun, I promise I will make it up to you babe."

John grabbed a beer from Steve's fridge and took a few drinks from it before he saw Jazz's beautiful form walk down the steps and join him in the kitchen. "We got his bed out of the way, want to see how much of Steve's furniture we can fuck on John?" She said with a playful smile.

If Steve was going to use her to get his rocks off with Jennifer, at least Jazz would have some fun with it herself.

Over the next hour, John and Jazz fucked all over the downstairs of the house. On the kitchen counter, on the dining table in the main dining room, and then on the formal dining table as well, as Steve had two dining rooms. They fucked on all of the living room furniture, and John even fucked Jazz on the hood of Steve's car, and in his front seat.

Their motivations were different, John was just having fun, but Jazz was thrilled. She didn't like being turned down upstairs, figuring she would get a turn at Steve herself, and maybe at Jennifer, who had shown her a good time very recently.

Instead, she was just going to fuck Jennifer's husband, but she was sure going to make sure that when Steve went over his home video recording system, that he would squirm in whatever living room seat he was in.

Eventually, John came again, this time on Jazz's beautiful and smiling face, getting some cum on Steve's sofa, which John didn't even notice, but which Jazz left out of spite.

A little later John and Jazz made it back upstairs, and before Jazz pulled him into a spare bedroom, the same one where he had been with two of Jenn's stripper friends, John glanced in and noticed Steve behind his wife, fucking her doggy style. Still gently, still slowly, and Jennifer's eyes looked like they were glazed over, her face an image of pure sexual pleasure.