Relaxing

The bonfire was burning bright as MJ approached, glowing like a beacon with the shadowy figures gathered around it. Smaller cooking fires circled the bonfire as Peter’s coworkers made hotdogs and hamburgers for the lowkey event. Coolers of beer sat around the perimeter.

Even a hundred yards away MJ could make out all of the people who had fucked her this week. Nick and Craig sat next to each other, with Felicia’s date Flash next to Craig, Felicia across from Nick, both staring into each other’s eyes in a game of chicken as they shot ribald stories back and forth. MJ giggled knowing neither would want to lose. Craig was surprisingly sipping a coke, ketchup dotting his mouth, forcing images of his pathetic attempts at kissing before his glorious cock fucked the ever-living shit out of her. Flash looked hammered already, cans strewn around behind him, occasionally belching as he laughed at Nick’s crude jokes about women.

At another fire, Robbie sat with his wife and Peter. It looked like Robbie and his wife were in a fantastic mood, and she from what she saw Robbie’s was eyeing Peter like a piece of meat. She had never seen that glint from her before. She idly wondered if Robbie had told her about the pool. Peter had a **** smile as he also drank heartily.

Another group consisted of Betty Brant who kept throwing glances toward Nick, some men MJ didn’t know and J. Jonah, who was deep in conversation with a man MJ had never seen before. Shockingly, MJ could see Jonah had his arm around Betty’s waist, lightly massaging her lower back. The mystery man who had his eyes already fixed on her in a way that skeeved her out more than Nick ever had.

MJ decided not to embarrass Sir tonight and strode toward the campfire to sit down.

Sitting on Peter’s lap and making sure her squirming ass caught his penis in her muscular cheeks MJ smiled at Robbie and his wife before throwing her hands around Peter’s neck and saying to Robbie’s wife, “Evening all. Anyone got a hot dog for me? I didn’t get my fill this afternoon. I need a big one.”

Peter was flummoxed on why his wife was acting so affectionate after their interaction this afternoon. Still, he was happy he was apparently out of the doghouse.

Robbie blushed with shame at his actions at the pool, knowing she was hinting at not wanting a recurrence of what happened. He had told his wife what happened, so she giggled at MJ’s comment, at least their friendship wasn’t ruined. Robbie and her had an open relationship, but neither strayed that often, and she couldn’t blame Robbie for shooting his shot at, or rather in, the supermodel. She was kind of mad he hadn’t tried until today. Shame it appears it was a one-time thing and not something she would likely get to watch, as she was a bit of a cuckqueen. She liked watching women cum on her husband’s tiny penis, knowing it shocked the women when they saw it and blew them away when they actually came on it.

The main reason they hadn’t propositioned MJ and Peter was because of their friendship, but if that was fine, well, everything was OK. Plus, she kind of enjoyed MJ embarrassing her husband while Peter was unaware. She began to lick her lips dreamed about having Peter’s wiry muscled body above her as Robbie fucked into MJ next to her.

Robbie had said MJ was loose, which surprised the older woman. She had seen Peter in shorts and had also caught him in only his briefs once. While he looked bigger than her man, he didn’t looked nearly big enough to have a cock big enough to “stretch out MJ.” She silently wondered if MJ was also exploring a bit on the side. God knows with her body she must be getting plenty of offers. Maybe this was something to explore.