Sarah wants to cut loose.

Isabella comes down from her religious experience and frees your swollen dick from her raw sphincter. She slides forwards onto the beaten dirt and absent-mindedly circles her clitoris with a finger, hindquarters hoisted in the air, ready for the next taker. You give her ass a farewell squeeze, leaving a streaky blue handprint on her body paint, like a signature from a master. You take a deep breath and let the smell of sex and humid air revitalize you, surveying your handiwork all around.

Men and women all around you, forgetting themselves in a tantric trance of arousal. Forgetting modesty, decency, certainly forgetting monogamy as they switch holes and organs at will, chasing their next orgasm with the next pretty body to catch their sight. Emma is fully open for business, taking a girthy black dick in her mouth while two girls service her ass and cunt, her breasts already caked with white paste. Sophia is reclining on the bench with another girl, both completely naked and fingering each other with an adoring gleam in their eyes. A younger boy and his friends are giving Isabella some fresh attention, and once she sees who's got the best cock, she shoves the other two rudely to the side and centers her **** on him, practically wrestling his burgeoning snake into her greedy mouth. You guess she's just a bitch when she's horny, doesn't matter who. That would explain a lot about her past interactions with you...

You don't have to wait before you feel a new hand squeezing your length, and this time it has a wedding ring. Sarah stretches up on her toes to whisper in your ear, giving you an excruciatingly slow stroke to hold your attention.

"I still love Mason, John." There's a sultry anticipation as she pauses for effect. "But I'm on vacation, so this doesn't really count." She nibbles at your ear as you shiver, concentrating on her words and trying to recover your stamina. "Emma told us all about your wonder dick, and I wanted to see it myself. But after seeing what you did to Isabella, I need more." She darts her tongue inside your ear and draws it away past your cheek. "I need to taste it." You stand at attention once more. Emma must have really worked her magic on Sarah, if she's worked up enough to suck you after pulling out of Isabella's filthy, sweaty ass.

She squats down, showing her full, luscious legs in all their glory, and looks up at you with salacious eyes as she takes a long, broad, lick of your member. She starts at the base and drags herself up to your head.

"It's so ripe... so appetizing." She opens her mouth wide and envelops your dick, her body burning from how nasty she knows she's being. Ever since she got married she's felt cut off from her passion, having to channel all into just one man, and now she's shaking off her inhibitions again. Sarah was a real party girl back in the day, and she gobbles you down as easy as throwing back a bottle of Jack Daniels. The lingering taste of two ejaculations and two of her best friends is giving Sarah a smoldering lust for you. After thoroughly coating your dick with her saliva, she slides it back out and starts batting her cheeks with it.

"You're even better than she described." Sarah slithers up your body until she's standing face-to-face with you, then hoists herself up on tiptoes and guides your cock to her lawfully wedded slit. Instead of mounting you, though, instead she wraps her succulent thighs around you, completely leaving the ground. Your carry her weight easily as you hook your hands around her ass cheeks, and she starts rubbing your dick against her pussy, teasing you.

"Should I?" She asks, sliding down.

"Or should I not?" sliding back up again.

"Should I?" She looks up with feigned innocence.

"You should." You interrupt her teasing by bending your knees before springing back up, re-seating your hands and lifting her cunt just above your cock. She gives you a sloppy tongue kiss of approval, before you lower her down and feel her tightness clamping down around your shaft. You fuck her like a jackhammer, constantly shifting your grip as she arches and bucks in your arms. It's hard enough getting a grip with two sweaty bodies like this, but the dribbling paint on her back isn't making things easier. Thankfully, your sweet nymph of a girlfriend has noticed your plight and directs a muscular beefcake to go play wingman, a difficult gesture when he's in the process of fucking her face. She has no trouble finding another to take his spot.

The beefcake gets a hold of Sarah's legs from behind her, taking over half her weight. She's surprised for a beat, before she reaches an arm back over his shoulder and spreads out wide, splayed out between the both of you. She looks from side to side like a pleased princess, pampered by her staff.

"You know, John, I really wanted to only cheat with you." She and the beefcake look at you for an answer.