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I feel Belle grinding her pussy harder into my thigh, and realize she's about to cum, her bright green eyes looking into mine, I can't help but lose myself in them. Her presence is intoxicating, I can't get enough of her, and move in to kiss her, to feel more of her. Her sweet voice moaning into my mouth as she orgasms, her sexy little body intertwined with mine, tightening, sharing each other's breath, the taste of her is so sweet and so erotic. But eventually her orgasm subsides, and she relaxes in my grip. Our lips part and we look deeply into each other's eyes, staring into each other for a few moments before we break out giggling. A few moments later, I release her from my grasp, and then open the door to leader her out onto our patio.

The night is warm enough, but still cool. Neither of us turn to look your way, though we hear your footsteps. This is no longer about you, no longer for your benefit. This is about me, and her. You're just a spectator, one we don't even acknowledge. I guide her over to one of our patio tables, and sit her on it, her sweet little ass perched on the edge of the table as I drop down to my knees, spreading her thighs open wide as I do. I look up into her eyes, smile and say, "I just can't get enough of this sweet little pussy, I could eat it for hours. The way she giggles in response, softly gripping the back of my head with her small hand, and pushes my face towards her is all the invitation I need, and I set about my task. I'm not an expert, but I pay attention to how she responds to various techniques. The sound of her voice, the way she moves her hips, my mouth going from sucking to licking to nibbling, keeping it varied, relishing her responses. So much more animated and vocal than you, or any man really. The way she likes to drape one leg up over my shoulder, her hips gyrating, the soft, smooth skin of her bare thigh rubbing against the side of my face. Yes, this is better than sucking any cock has ever been.

My enthusiasm hasn't escaped Belle's notice, nor apparently yours. She glances over at you, eyes half-closed, back arched and says to you, "So Clyde, has Bonnie ever sucked your cock as eagerly as she's eating my pussy? Ever see her this hungry for it?" She giggles and moans as I increase my efforts as I hear her teasing you a bit, eager to show her just how hungry I am for it. I hear you respond to her, quietly, but not angrily or upset in any way. "No." The tone of your voice, from years of being married, tells me you're jerking off again. That's fine, all you'll be getting tonight is your hand, but hey, your hand doesn't say no.

I don't know how long I spend down there on my knees, eating that luscious pussy. I've lost all track of or concern for time. The only thing indicating its passage are Belle's orgasms. Eventually though she pulls my face away and looks down at me, smiling, "Your turn, baby!" she says to me, and I rise back up to my feet. She hops off the table, and positions me onto it, laying me down on my back, my ass hanging over the edge, and she drops down to her knees and sets to work. I'm surprised when she starts working the plug in my ass, playing with it as she eats my pussy, but I can't deny that it feels absolutely amazing. I quickly lose track of how many times she makes me cum, and she just keeps going and going, never tiring of it, never growing bored, never trying to move on to a big finish. There is no finish, it's all about the journey here, which suits me just fine.

My bliss is momentarily interrupted when I hear your voice, "If you two ladies will excuse me, while I've enjoyed this immensely, I just can't keep up with you, and need to go to bed. But you two have fun!" With that, you go off to bed, and Belle and I just giggle, look at each other, and continue our escapades. Neither of us having any desire to stop.