The wives are tired...

While the four of us cuddled on the bed in the afterglow of, in my humble opinion, one of the best fucks the girls ever had, we listened to the girls in the other room moan and scream as Bill greedily pounded their hapless cunts.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Bill roared at what we all assumed he was cumming in one of the girls' pussy but from their excited squeals and giggles it was apparent that he plastered their faces and chests with his spunk.

Eventually we all convened back in the kitchen to rehydrate and the other girls were licking or wiping Bill's cum off of themselves. The girls chatted with each other, occasionally glancing at Bill and me as we related to each other how we fucked each girl.

"I don't know about you girls but I'm a bit worn out," Sam stated, patting her baby bump.

"Yeah, it's getting late," Emma agreed, smiling at the other girls.

Bill and I looked at our wives and wondered what they were up to.

"We should get going," Brooklyn suggested, glancing at her best friend, who nodded in agreement.

"Do you mind if one of you boys escort us back to our suite in case that creepy, old guy harass us again?" Daniela asked with a smile.