Moving Fast

Along the way I wrack my brains for some excuse to put a stop to this. Technically I didn't need an excuse. Camille and I had solemnly sworn to each other that if either of wanted to end this, for any reason whatsoever, all we had to do is say so and it would end no questions asked and no hard feelings. We told each other this more times than I could remember. All I had to do was say the word and everything would stop.

Yet, now that I was here...I couldn't do it. Everyone was having such a good time. In a weird way even me. My cock was still hard enough to hammer nails. Camille in particular was having an absolute blast. She giggled and wiggled in James' arms like an overexcited teen. Part of that was that she was high as a kite, but I could tell she was also just having fun. This had been a fantasy of ours for so long it only made sense she would enjoy getting to live it out. Why shouldn't she? If I could just calm down I could be enjoying this as much as she was.

I felt jealous of James. I felt guilty for not trusting Camille. I felt stupid for my unreasonable worries. I felt horny and ready to fuck. Each balancing the others out in such a way that I could not act decisively. Instead I just keep going with the flow.

Opening the bedroom door I step in with my arm still around Linda. Right away I feel strange about having these people we just met here in our most intimate space. I knew it was a moment that was coming but in my heart and in my gut it still felt wrong.

I go to say something witty and welcoming only to be interrupted James barging through with a tittering Camille in his arms. "Comin through!" He rushes to the bed and roughly, though carefully, drops my wife onto the mattress.

"Heeeee!" She shrieks happily as she bounces to rest.

Wasting no time James pulls a rubber from the line and drops the rest beside him. I see XXL proudly emblazoned across the wrapper. He tears it open with his teeth in one easy motion. As James rolls it down, the huge rubber having to stretch to fit over his organ, Camille is rubbing her pussy. Moving to the edge of the bed she spreads her legs wide and lays back, her other hand comes up to massage a breast. Her eyes are locked on his latex sheathed cock. She bring her legs up and spreads them even wider, her tight pink snatch inviting him to mount her.

Oh Jesus, this was all happening to so fast! I stammer to say something in a last ditch effort to try to slow things down, though I don't know why. It wasn't as if my wife was going to have a sudden change of heart, the way Camille looked at James right now there wasn't a hint of doubt in her deep blue eyes. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact, her smoldering gaze only urged him on. I grunt some indecipherable sound as the words refused to form in my overwhelmed mind, the sad little noise is ignored by all.

"Be gentle...please." She whispers to him nervously.

"I will be baby, don't worry." He says softly in that gentle paternal way of his. "You just tell me if it's too much. Some women just can't take it, it's okay. We can still have fun."

I stand mesmerized as James finishes rolling the condom over his big dick. Being wrapped didn't make it look any smaller or less intimidating. If anything it looked more so as it strained against its covering like the Incredible Hulk in the process of splitting through Bruce Banner's clothes. Fuck, was that thing gonna hold?

I am almost startled out of my skin as I feel a soft hand wrap around my own achingly hard manhood. "Do you want to just watch for a while?" Linda asks quietly.

I look to her and shake my head. Hell no, I wasn't going to just stand there and watch my wife get fucked. I was going to get some action too. I lead my partner around to the other side of the bed, once there Linda takes the initiative and lies down across the mattress just as Camille was doing. They were sort of mirror image of each other, laying with their shoulders nearly touching, Camille closer to the headboard and Linda down closer to the foot of the bed. Linda opens up to me, her huge hairy snatch parting like the Red Sea.

I look up and am surprised to see James looking back at me...was he smirking?

"You guys have any lube?" He asks with impeccable politeness.

"Uh...yeah..." I mutter and point to the nightstand on my side.

There is an awkward pause.

"Could I have it?" This time he does smirk.

"Get him the lube baby." Camille urges me impatiently. "Hurry." Christ she was horny.

I try my best to act natural though I felt as flustered and awkward as I could ever remember. I open the drawer and pull out the bottle of water based lube. I hesitate a moment then pass it across the bed. He takes it from my hand like an old pal accepting a beer.

"Thanks man."

"Yeah, no prob." I say, feeling like fool even as I said it.

As James slathers a good portion over his dick, then rubs the remainder into Camille's wet pussy, I hurry to find my own condoms and join the party. Lube would not be a problem I would have to worry about.

Lubed up and ready to go James and Camille don't wait for us to catch up.

"Ready?" James asks my wife.

Again using language very much unlike her Camille smiles wide and purrs. "Fuck me big Daddy!"