Let him join in

“Guess you aren’t all that mad after all,” you laugh, a little awkwardly; after all, you just ravished the man's wife right beside him.

“Well, you can’t expect a man to not want relief when his slutty wife’s moaning all over some dick,” he says, yawning as April pulls his waistband down and reveals his erection.

“Sorry for waking you, honey,” April murmurs, licking her lips hungrily as she eyes her husband’s cock. “Let me make it up to you with a blowjob?”

“Maybe later,” he says, kicking his pants all the way off. “I want your ass right now.”

“Of course,” she says, before turning to you with a kind smile. “Would you like to join us, John? I see you’re still hard...”

“I’d love to,” you reply. “But, uh... Mike’s probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”

“Don’t worry about him,” April laughs, climbing onto you and casually impaling herself on your dick. You moan and tense up, but she hardly misses a beat. “Ah... Won't be the first time a guest found their way into our bed.”

“I hope he bothers the neighbours instead of joining us,” Peter grumbles, sitting up and walking on his knees over to April’s backside. “That kid never stops.”

April lets out a sigh of pleasure as you feel her body pushed forward and onto you, her already-tight walls squeezing even further. You and Peter both groan as she lifts her huge, jiggling ass up and drops it down onto both of your shafts.

“Ungh... Uh, before we get too distracted,” you begin as a thought occurs to you, “aren’t you guys worried that April might get knocked up again?”

“What? Of course not,” Peter laughs, his hands snaking around from behind April and squeezing her massive tits. “You know how tech these days... There's mods for everything, and our slut’s got the latest in fertility control. She gets to choose when she gets pregnant.”

“...No way,” you reply. "Seriously?"

“That’s not all,” Peter continues smugly. “It cost me a small fortune, but we set it up so that the next time April get’s pregnant, it’ll be triplet daughters!”

Your mouth goes slack with shock. “R-really?”

"Yes," April giggles, amused by your reaction. "Peter can be a little possessive, you know? He caught Michael throwing my pills away." She turns to kiss her husband on the cheek. “Had a lot of stuff done to me that week. Fertility, sleep, stamina..."

"When, uh, were you planning on--"

“Just as soon as Mike moves out. That's the plan,” she replies happily, grinding her hips against the two cocks lodged inside her. “I can’t wait!”

“Neither can I, slut,” Peter growls, giving her one deep thrust and making her squeal in delight. “Mind if we get down to business now, John?”