"Connor can be Robert too"

***** Please Note - Parts of this chapter were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

"Connor can be Robert too," she said, catching her breath and smiling at me.

We switched positions again and again, swapping partners each time. We fucked on nearly every surface of that living room in every way we could think of - wheel barrow, reverse-wheel barrow and even a couple different crazy Kama Sutra moves I'd never had the guts to try. We even spilled into the next rooms, making use of the pool table. Sixty-nining Tracy was a particular joy, with her sweet nectar coating my tongue as those humongous tits splashed across my stomach.

"Mmm!" Tracy looked over at my wife. "Ria baby, I can taste you on him!"

By the time we switched partners again, and I rotated around to fuck Ria, she was lost in another world. Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably, like someone suffering from hypothermia. Our eyes met, and for a moment it was almost like I was looking at a stranger wearing my wife's body. I'd never seen her so wild before.

I threw myself at her, pinning that tight body to the floor and spearing my dick up between her writhing legs.

"Yesss!!" she shrieked. Her fingers grabbed at my hair like talons, and pulled my face in for a supernova kiss.

To our left, a pornographic scene played out as Connor straddled his girlfriend's chest and wedged his big meaty cock between her tits. Tracy squeezed her cleavage together, pumping the ample flesh around Connor's spasming erection.

"Come for me baby," Tracy whispered, talking directly to Connor's penis in her horny, little girl voice. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for me..."

In a trance, I flipped Ria over onto her stomach and pushed her face down between the other woman's thighs. Tracy's urgent whispers turned to urgent moans as Ria's tongue made contact, lapping away like a ravenous kitten.

Connor glanced back over his shoulder to check out the action, and immediately blew his load all over Tracy's chest. I guess the sight of Ria eating pussy was too much for the poor guy to bear.

It was too much for Tracy, too, who clawed at the carpet and screamed her lungs raw as my wife finally pushed her over the edge into oblivion.

With Tracy's orgasmic cacophony still echoing off the walls, I rolled Ria onto her back once more and went for broke, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. My hips clapped like thunder against her poor pussy. Fingernails clawed at my skin. Eyelids fluttered in an orgasmic seizure. Shrill, ecstatic roars of pleasure split the air again and again.

My abdominals burned, my balls constricted, I threw back my head—

"Aahhh!!"

And exploded inside my wife, filling her over and over again.

Ria fought for breath. Her eyes finally refocused, and the blush returned to her cheeks.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," I smiled, caressing her radiant skin.

"Merry Christmas," Ria panted weakly.

Connor flopped onto his back, laughing at the wonderful absurdity of it all. "Merry Christmas, to all of us," he agreed.

Tracy sat up, her huge, cum-glazed bosom swinging into view. She smiled at me mischievously and added, "Yeah, Merry Christmas to all. And to all, a good come!"