Mary begs you to fuck Lindsay and Lindsay begs you to finish on her face

"Well then, we can't be hitting the highway before we do a little safety test of the inside," you agree. "Just as you say, sweetie-pie."

"That's right, honeybear," Mary says. "The angels do a better job if you and I look after each other as best we can."

"Amen," Lindsay says, bowing her head for a moment. Her curly locks bounce as she looks back up, giving you a sly side glance.

Gal coulda been a silent movie queen. Now that she's out from behind the hotel registration desk, Lindsay is a regular live wire with her face, her shoulders, her whole body. Like at the picnic table today, a dancer without leaving her seat. Yesterday at the rose garden, mad hungry for your wife's pussy, then cheering you on till you shot off on her blue windbreaker she was wearing against barbecue drips.

Nice voice too. Wouldn't surprise you if she was a singer. Choir or karaoke, either which way.

You open the door and fold down the steps for the ladies. If this wagon's rockin', don't come knockin', you think.

You put the RV through its paces, putting down the leveling jacks and rolling out the slide-out extenders, then rolling them back in. If you leave the jacks down, at least there won't be much rocking.

Lindsay laughs with glee. "It gets bigger inside, like magic!" she says. "I wish I could make my house do that. But before the highway, I wanted to try out the hydraulic extenders and make sure they're fully operational. And I think Mary wants to see some piston and cylinder operations."

"Oh. don't be so sly, hon," Mary tells Lindsay. "Honeybear, I don't want you to keep our guest waiting another minute. I was telling her about you putting it into me while I was bent over the window ledge watching the wedding. Now that you're back in the pink of health, I want to see you put that lovely manhood to work for Lindsay, right away."

Lindsay confirms what Mary said, that her other lips are wanting some attention today. "And, Brian. when you finish, I want, ah..." Lindsay finds herself momentarily tongue-tied.

"Tell my man what you want, just like you told me," Mary says.

"Shoot it on my face," Lindsay says. She fidgets nervously, tugging at her brightly printed jacket.

"There. hon, doesn't that feel better?" Mary says.

"Uh, ah. I just feel like a bad girl coming out and saying I want your husband to squirt dick juice all over my face," Lindsay says. "And I feel worse, saying that I like the taste, but I don't like the feeling of a dick in my mouth. I mean, it is what I want, but saying all that, I feel wicked and lazy!"

"I feel blessed to give, Lindsay," you say. "The smile on your face is all the work you need to do for me."

"God loves love, hon," Mary says. "And love is what you give and receive lovingly. Especially my husband's dick juice, which he's pleased to do the work pumping it out himself with a little encouragement. Like you gave him yesterday! Let's pray together."

The three of you join hands, standing in the RV, while Mary leads you in a prayer for grace and truth and love and thanksgiving.

You check in on the basics -- for Lindsay, no condoms, she's baby-proofed, her last dick was a month ago, and she tested clean a couple weeks ago, don't push anything in her mouth, no slapping, spanking, no hickeys north of the nipples, no butt stuff today, she brought a bottle of her favorite lube, please use it. For Mary, no butt stuff, though you suspect she's getting curious.

"You gals have any check-ins to do?"

"Oh honeybear, what do you think we were doing earlier?" Mary said.

Lindsay laughs aloud. "Check-ins, yeah." Then another giggle.

"Oh hon," Mary said. "I couldn't resist. When you were in the mechanics' office and Lindsay and I were in here. But I did wipe my hands with one of Lindsay's FemWipes."

"I saw Lindsay's lipstick on your cheek, sweetie-pie," you tell her. "It's gone now anyway."

The three of you strip down, as naked as Adam and Eve and Lilith. Mary lays down a towel or two to protect the folding couch by the side window, and there's just enough room to bend Lindsay over like you took Mary in the hotel room. Lindsay takes Old Number One in hand and gives him a little rub-down with her favorite lube -- you have to respect a gal who has a favorite lube -- before wiping her hands on a towel and bending over the couch. Lindsay's honey-gold buttocks are like a sun compared to Mary's pale pink moon, about as broad as your wife's, and almost as firm, from Lindsay's part-standing job and her exercise classes.

"Permission to come aboard, ma'am," you ask.

"In," Lindsay says.

She's wet on your dick. That trip to the LADIES must have been as inspirational as this morning's clinch in the RV that left Mary with lipstick on her cheek and her ponytail askew. Mary had that effect on some gals. Your sweet angel of love could melt a gal's heart down right through her dripping pussy. Wet and lively. As soon as you're in, she starts squeezing down on your dick, her butthole winking with each squeeze, and as soon as you take her by the hips and start rocking in and out, she's rocking up and down, grinding back on you, her back arching and her hips tilting. Her head tilts just slightly, her frosted curls quivering as she fucks back at you and takes your slow thrusts. Dancing without moving her feet, dancing on your dick. And then her voice joins in, low and sweet. Sighs and moans first, and then she's singing her song from yesterday.

"Go, Brian," Lindsay chants, low and slow. "Go. Go. Go. Go." She times it with pushing back at you, so every "Go." becomes a slap of your belly to her buttocks, the slapping of flesh getting louder and harder as you hammer each other with fuck.

Lindsay's pussy is squeezing down out of rhythm now. She's close. You're close, but you want to hold back to give her what she wants. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

"Oh, give her your love, honeybear," Mary says. "Give her our love! Let her touch Heaven. She's there, Brian, she's there!" She puts a hand on your hip.

Lindsay's body tenses and arches with the first spasm of her climax, squeezing down tight on your dick, and what with that feeling and her groan of release and Mary's touch and excited voice, a heavenly wave of joy catches you and you shoot your load deep inside Lindsay's clutching pussy.

As you slide back, an arc of white seed bridges the tip of your softening cock to Lindsay's pussy hole, but you don't have it in you to shoot another load onto her face.

"Sweetie-pie, Lindsay's still on Cloud Eight," you tell Mary. "Can you eat her pie back to Cloud Nine?"

"Honeybear, weren't you going to do the second thing?" Mary says.

"Keep her warm for me and I will, sweetie-pie. I want to see you eat this sweet lady like she ate you."

Mary smiles at you and bends to put her lips to Lindsay's creamed pussy lips and hole, sending Lindsay into another long-rolling climax, Lindsay's hips rocking and her curly-locked head tossing as your wife eats your dick juice out of Lindsay's lady pie.

Mary's sweet face in profile between Lindsay's fine butt cheeks, Lindsay's body quivering and rocking and panting with joy, all this is fuel to light another fire at the root of your cock. A squeeze of Lindsay's lube in your palm lets you jack yourself up to full height and hardness, getting ready to pump one out for the lovely lady who asked for a face full of hot creamy glaze.

Rolls and Oracles
Fuck Lindsay: 8. She cums, no trouble (but you do)
So, in order to finish on Lindsay's face, you need another Move.
TELL Mary to eat your cum out of Lindsay: 8+1=9, "If you turn her on".
That hardens you up, so you can:
Finish on her face: 11+1=12, choose 3: She swallows your cum, you're hard again already, take +1 Forward, but trouble.

For the trouble, using One Page Generators, Random Event: Action, 9S Command (Mystical), Topic, 10H A Plot Arc (Social).

Lindsay cums: +1 XP.
Mary eats your cum out of Lindsay: +1 XP.
Lindsay eats your cum from her face: +1 XP.

You have 6 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (Mary), and when you have a chance, you can spend 5 XP to take a CHARACTER MOVE from Create a Character or one of the options after Suggest New Moves.

Roll +COOL(+2) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE: 9 + 2 = 11, you get out of trouble, no problem, and continue.

Describe the event or interruption unfolding from "Command (mystical, meaning, capability) a plot arc (social, personal, connection)" and how you continue, still erect, with no problem. Maybe your new Character Move figures in?

Maybe it's Master Patrolman Dana Polk? Maybe there's a change of your trip plans that's a good thing?