Gordon takes his wife's offered opening.

The squish-squish-squish and squeals of an 'allegro vivace' woman-on-woman finger-fuck, and the grunts and moans of two men whose cocks rub each other in one happily sighing woman's cunt are the background music for your own lusty pursuits tonight.

On all fours with your little black dress rucked up on your hips, your cunt rides the skilled tongue of your tanned, fit, well-boobed boss Melissa, while her husband's hot, swollen cock fills your mouth. Slippery saltiness on the back of your tongue and tight balls in your fingers tell you he's primed to fire, as he just said so himself.

"Ah. Need a change," says Gordon. He touches your cheek and eases his cock out of your mouth. It's bigger, still radiating heat into your face, and now it's wet and throbs with his pulse. "You're very good, John, how pleasant a surprise," he says.

You frown. What would have made him think any different? Then you smile and croon happily. Melissa's tongue has found another wonderfully sensitive spot you didn't know you had down there. And now Mark, the summer intern licking Melissa's upturned cunt, must have found a good spot on her, for you feel Melissa shiver and moan.

"I only meant," Gordon says, "that young, unattached ladies have rarely had the opportunity to polish their skills in this department. You must be a natural. I was planning to ask if Polyphemus here", jiggling his cock, "could tuck into your cave, but I fear I might have too short a fuse to provide any satisfaction to yourself." He looks round your hips to Melissa. "So darling," he says, "I think I will take you up on your suggestion. It's been days and days."

Melissa lets her head drop back, and her lips part from your labia with a wet smack. "Twelve and a half days, before the opera matinee. But who's counting?" She gives a little laugh and tousles Mark's hair. "Up, Mark," she says. "And John, if you could help us rearrange a bit?" she adds, navigating you out from atop her.

Gordon steps to a cubical black chest framed in dark antiqued brass and opens it. He extracts three towels from the stack inside, spreads one out over the rug, and sets the other two in easy reach. Melissa sits down on the spread towel and lies back. "Mark chappie," he says, "You have the butter there?" Mark nods. "Good fellow," Gordon says, and eyes Mark's half-erection. "You'll want to be hard, I think. Things may move a little quickly." Mark nods again, looking a little dazed.

You volunteer to help Mark out, and arrange him so you can still see Gordon and Melissa while you nurse his rod back toward full erection. Alternating between rubbing, rolling, and sucking, you coax Mark to a respectable hard-on, but nothing like Gordon's natural endowment.

Melissa draws her knees back to her ample chest, which points her cunt up to the sky and leaves her rear hole exposed between her well-toned, bronzed buttocks. Gordon kneels in front of her and butters her back door. He smears butter on his prick, which melts instantly, and brings the slippery head up to touch her hole. He circles it round and round the outside, pressing lightly every few times round, until she says, "Yes." He holds his prick straight and feeds it slowly into Melissa's arse. His knob slips in at a shot, and Melissa sighs. You can see in his eyes that Gordon's watching Melissa very carefully, and is in no hurry. But his swollen shaft and tight balls hint that he won't endure many strokes. He presses on slowly and stops about two-thirds inside her.

Melissa's head is tilted back, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth open, plainly enjoying the intense sensation of her husband's big cock filling her arse. "Ah," she says in a low voice, "darling, you are the best. The best. The first time you took my arse, I knew I would make you my husband. Oooohhh," she sighs. Her fingers pull at the raspberry-pink nipples crowning her big, bronzed boobs.

You blink in surprise at this confession and look up from your work. What could she mean? Gordon catches your look and says quietly, "Because the receiver must trust that she is in complete command." He looks to you. "Remember that," he advises. "Complete command." His eyes slip closed, and his hands tighten on Melissa's thighs. "My darling, I am near," he says to her.

"Yes," Melissa says. "Yes darling! Fuck me, bugger me, shoot my arse full!" she exclaims. "Mark, stand ready," she adds.

You can't resist a broad smile, looking at Melissa and hearing her words. You're sure that back at work you'll be recalling those rude words coming from your boss's lips, lips set in a face transfigured by lusty pleasure.

Mark shrugs away from you with a bare nod of thanks and dips his fingertips in the butter to ready his prick for Melissa's arse. You hope Anita or Melissa or someone will teach him better manners.

Gordon thrusts in his wife's arse, short deep strokes, getting longer and faster. "Bad, little, girl," he pants. "Bad, little, girl."

"Yesss," whines Melissa, "Your bad little girl."

Gordon's thrusts are fast and ragged as his orgasm builds. "Loves, hot, prick, up, arse!" He tenses up completely, face bright red, and lets out an explosive "AH!" His hips quiver as he shoots his come deep in Melissa's insides.

"Ooooohhhwwwooooowhhh," Melissa moans as Gordon pumps spunk into her, holding her still with a tight grasp on her raised thighs.

As soon as Gordon stops coming and relaxes slightly, Melissa pushes him away, albeit gently, with one foot. She farts delicately as his cock slips from her bottom. "Mark," she says, "In!"

Mark climbs on, but has a little trouble getting on target. Finally Gordon lends him a hand and his buttery prick slides easily inside Melissa's arse. His slimmer size lets him slide right up to the balls with no trouble.

"Ahh," she says, once he's adjusted himself to the position. "Yes. Please move. Thrust in me, Mark."

Mark does his best to comply, and soon Melissa is exclaiming "Ah!" "Ah!" with his strokes.

"Oh yes," Mark says, "It feels so good, Ms Cole. So good...." He thrusts away with a steady rhythm now.

"God yes!" Melissa cries, and urges him on. "Faster," she says, slapping his side with the rhythm she wants. "No, FASTER, faster, hammer me, harder, har-der, har-der, OOP! Aaaaaaah!"

Mark stops short with a yelp, held by Melissa's spasming muscles. Melissa's head and shoulders curl up off the floor, then flop back. Again. Again. Her legs kick against Mark's shoulders.

"Ow!" Mark exclaims as Melissa tenses up. "Ow!" with the next squeeze of her orgasm. "Ow-OHHHHH!" he cries as Melissa's orgasm triggers his. He can't hold himself up, and falls atop her, writhing with his orgasm while Melissa is still tensing and relaxing with her own. Her arms wrap around his body, and their cries of passion blend together.

Gordon smiles, watching his wife climax from the intern's energetic sodomising as the young man shoots his load inside her bottom.

You can't help but feel a little left out, with Gordon, Melissa, Mark, orgasming right under your nose. You look about the room. Anita seems to have reduced Melanie to a blissed-out little puddle curled in the corner. Anita's sitting and resting, idly playing with her cunt as she watches the others.

Dan, Marcia, and Martin are still on the edge of climax, moving against each other slowly in their awkward position of two cocks inside Marcia's cunt. But for each, the tight fit and unaccustomed extra surface of slippery flesh sliding against theirs mean that even gentle motions give intense feelings.

You're certainly ready to have someone help you up over the top. Almost frustrated. You might even have to finish yourself off, if you can't work yourself in somewhere. Anita seems available. Maybe the muddled Melanie would be good for something. Maybe you could steal Martin from Dan and Marcia, or work yourself in somehow. And Melissa. You can't believe that tigress is satisfied yet. She left a fine job unfinished between your damp thighs.