Gordon mounts Mrs Doe

Your hips buck, and you shoot gouts of sperm up into the very top of Melissa's Heavenly House.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Melissa cries, rising to another peak.

Your orgasm ebbs, and you collapse into your boss's arms on the couch, pillowed on her big breasts. Dimly you recall that Gordon was trying to get you to dismount, but Melissa wouldn't let you go. You wonder what he's doing now.

Soon you hear a rhythmic, low growling in Gordon's voice. You manage to turn your head far enough to see Gordon's swollen truncheon thrusting into your wife, who is kneeling away from Gordon, leaning away and hugging the back of the seat. You get a flash of jealousy. Turnabout may be fair play, but that doesn't mean you have to like it. Your prick starts swelling erect again out of peevishness at seeing Gordon riding your wife from behind.

Melissa laughs softly. "Not sure you like turnabout, John?" she says. "I can tell. Your body's all stiff again. I'd be a bad hostess if I didn't want to make things better for you. Let me offer you a couple of suggestions."

"Mphm," you grunt in acknowledgment. Your eyes are still on your wife and Gordon. You can see she's tilted her bum up to get his long fat cock to enter her at a better angle, and she's pushing back to meet his thrusts. Your indignant prick fills up to full erection.

"I feel you're stiff again in one special place, so soon," she says, gently caressing your prick, which has regained most of an erection through sheer aggravation. "I'd be happy to take you off all alone for a quick rematch. You'll be one up on Gordon," she says, and laughs softly again. "But if you can't tear yourself away, let me tell you a little secret." She bends her lips up to your ear. "Gordon wouldn't mind in the slightest if you took that hard angry cock of yours and ran it up his bum. I'll oil you up if that's your bent."

It seems a perverse way of making lemonade out of the bitter lemons of jealousy, but you're feeling a little perverse.

"And poor Marcia seems to have gone through both her men," Melissa says. "In case you just want a nice fuck." She squeezes your prick lightly.

Indeed, Marcia seems to be sitting up on her couch watching Gordon and Mrs Doe, frigging herself while her nude husband Dan and black Adonis Martin slump post-orgasmically to either side of her. Melissa waves, and Marcia waves back to her.

Near Marcia's couch, Anita, Melanie, and Mark seem to be intertwined in some complex position of mutual oral and manual admiration. Moans, sighs, and little cries rise from their wriggling puppy-pile. A glitter of gold from Anita. A sharp cry, Mark. A whine, trailing off into a tipsy giggle, Melanie. A fart, Melanie again. Giggles from all three. Little wet kisses. "We need another cock!" Melanie. "What for?" Anita.

"What would make you feel better, dear?" Melissa asks you.