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We all stood in a circle around the coffee table, looking at one another. Mark's cock was a little bigger and a little thicker than mine, a fact that was not lost on Dee, judging by how she stared. Sarah noticed the look and my apparent discomfort and jumped in.
"He needs it that big because he doesn't do anything else," she said with a giggle. Mark nudged her, half hurt, half playfully. "It's true though!" she continued "I haven't had anyone go down on me since I met Mark."
Dee gave her a look of shock. Oral sex was our thing, and we did it often. Sometimes I felt like I was compensating for having a little less size or endurance than the best sex she could have, but I also just loved the taste and the feeling of making her cum that hard.
"Not in five years?" Dee asked. "How do you survive? You wouldn't believe how good John is at licking me. And not just regular old oral sex - he loves to lick my ass!"
"Well, then," Sarah responded. "I'll just have to see to believe."
With that, things took a turn. I hadn't fully considered how far this night would go, only that it was probably leading somewhere new and weird. This was much weirder than I had expected. Sarah grabbed me by the hand and pulled me forward as she sat down on the couch. She spread her legs, and I moved myself to my knees, on the floor. I looked back at Dee; she seemed pale, but the look of excitement and anticipation was clearly on her face. Mark put a hand on her shoulder and turned her slightly away from the action, then pushed her down to her knees. I couldn't believe I was seeing my wife kneeling before someone else's cock, but then again, she was looking at her husband between the thighs of another woman. Dee barely paused after hitting the ground before she reached up and grabbed Mark's cock at the base, then started stroking. She looked up at him, and he gave her a slight nod, then she proceeded to lick along his shaft and up to the head. She sucked briefly on the tip - a feeling I knew too well - then took him in. I could see she was struggling with the new size, and she could only get it about half way down her throat, but she started going faster, and I could hear the sucking noises getting louder and sloppier. It was only when she glanced at me that she stopped and pulled him out of her mouth.
"Well don't just stare," she said. "Give her what you promised."
I grabbed a sip of wine and turned my attention fully to Sarah's open legs as the sucking sounds resumed behind me. Sarah was well groomed - just a tiny strip of hair above and a smooth ass - which made me even harder. I slid my hands along her thighs and finally grabbed her firmly just below the hips. She was already wet, and some of that must have been anticipation because, as I lowered my head to her, she thrust her hips out to meet me. I met her forcefully and thrust my tongue into her hole. She moaned approvingly, then grabbed my hair with her right hand. I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then zeroed in on her clit. Her hips bucked again with approval as I started in earnest, licking forcefully and quickly over it. I went like this for another minute or two when, much to my surprise, I could feel her body tense up - she came. Now with Dee, it was almost guaranteed that it would take 20 minutes or more to get her to climax, so this was a bit of a shock. Sarah's juices were running furiously down my chin, so I decided to press my luck and flip her over. She moved quickly - I guess she was awaiting this - and stuck her firm ass out for me to appreciate. Her tightly puckered hole was waxed, as I had suspected, and I dove right in. I licked furiously around it before moving to the hole itself. She tensed at first, then pushed hard into my face and let out a moan. I placed my right thumb on her clit and rubbed hard, and she pushed back even harder. A few more minutes and she jammed even harder; I pressed my tongue into her hole. Her body tensed up again, and she let out a loud shriek, then collapsed on the couch.
I turned to see what Dee and Mark's reaction was, only to realize they had vacated the living room minutes ago. Instead, I could hear Dee's moaning coming from the bedroom. I hadn't considered it would go that far, and I could feel myself tensing in anger. I started walking in that direction, but Sarah reached out and grabbed my hand.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
I didn't have a good answer. My wife was fucking another man in our bed, but this suddenly didn't seem so bad. Sarah pulled herself over and took my cock in her hand. "There's one thing I bet I can do with this that I can't do with Mark's."
With that, she gave it a couple of sucks, then pressed herself hard against me - and my entire cock disappeared down her throat. It was certainly a first for me, but she just pulled back out nonchalantly and said "now, about getting even."
I sat down on the couch, my cock glistening from her saliva. Sarah positioned herself over me and slid me into her still dripping pussy. With a thrust I found myself deep inside of her, this strange woman pressed close against me, hair in my face, arms and legs wrapped around me. It was like some parallel universe. She turned and kissed me deeply, then started to bounce up and down. The moans from the other room continued, though they were starting to reach a fever pitch. I figured I would pop off early, as is often the case with the new and exciting, but instead I kept going. Sarah bounced faster, and I moved my hips to meet her. We met hard, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead down her back. Sarah's moans picked up and drowned out whatever other noise was coming from the bedroom. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, stretching open her hole. Finally, though, I decided to go harder; I threw her backwards onto the coffee table, put her ankles on my shoulders and thrust as hard as I could. I could feel her playing with her clit, and after a few thrusts, she tensed one more time and let out a loud moan. I wasn't far behind, and I too moaned as I shot a large load into her. As I pulled out, I watched a long stream of cum drip from her onto our coffee table.
We both turned to see Dee and Mark, out of the bedroom and slowly collecting their clothes. We all made minimal eye contact, a little more aware of what we had done now that the alcohol and horniness had worn off. Mark and Sarah got dressed the best they could, thanked us and headed for the door. Dee and I retired to the bedroom; it still reeked of sex and I wasn't sure if we should change the sheets before getting into bed.
Dee seemed just as off and slightly angry about the whole thing. "You still have her juices on your face," she sneered.
"Well he's still dripping out of you," I shot back.
We looked at each other again, anger and hurt boiling over. She could see her juices drying on my face and cock. I could see streaks of his semen running down her inner thigh. And then my cock jumped. It all made sense - he had wanted her, she had wanted me - we were all wanted tonight. Dee and I took one more look at each other, then rushed to meet on the bed. Dee licked Sarah's juices from my cock, then I plunged deep inside of her, Mark's semen rushing out as I went in. We fucked hard, secure in the knowledge that we both had, indeed, married someone objectively desirable. As we went to sleep, we just hoped that Mark and Sarah had come to the same conclusion...
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