Clearing The Table

Things progressed like that for some time, Max sucking off each man in turn as they tried desperately to hold back from cumming, a challenge made even harder by the presence of the wife. She took great joy in rubbing her body against them, whispering filthy promises and graphic images into their ears as they sweated and strained to prevent the inevitable. In the end only two of them managed to hold out, the rest exploding into Max's mouth as the crowd cheered them ironically on.

The two left were Jenkins and a tall, dark skinned man whose eyes glimmered like diamonds. Jenkins had seemed almost indifferent to the stimulation of his cock as the song went on, Max almost offended by his apparent apathy to her efforts. The other man had been decidedly less reticent, his cock oozing incremental drops of pre-cum as he struggled to remain stoic.

With just the two of them now remaining, Max wondered how this was going to play out. The wife however, her inner thighs glistening with moisture whenever she moved, seemed overjoyed at the outcome.

“And it comes down to two worthy suitors!” she proclaimed, clapping her hands and standing behind Max to look both men over.

Neither was hard on the eyes and both had been blessed with above average endowments. In that moment, Max would have happily taken either, but the wife had other ideas.

“Well well well.” she intoned as she looked over the pair, “I honestly didn’t expect anyone to make it this far!”

She paused for a moment, appearing to consider her options before a light went off in her head, a dark smile emerging on her lips as she spread out her arms to issue the final challenge.

“We’re going to have one final endurance test.” she explained, “Our oh-so talented cock sucker is going to work you both over, and the winner is whomever lasts the longer.”