We talked about the idea. Both of us were energized by the thought, and we toyed with the idea of actually doing it. Soon, it crept its way into our everyday thoughts. We talked about it before making love, and our passions were fueled by the images we called into our heads. It consumed us, but we welcomed it. And now was the day we'd actually do it.
Searching carefully amongst friends, we made a guest list of attendees. We hardly slept the night before, electing to make love as much as possible each time we awoke during the night. Wild love. Sensual love. Slow and tender. Fast and furious. Preparing the house took most of the morning, and now it was early afternoon. When the grandfather clock struck 2, you had me get undressed and masturbate for you.
You watched with eyes wide open as I pleasured myself, kissing me and sliding your fingertips along my body as I erupted in orgasm. I licked my fingers clean as you smiled, and after I got cleaned up, we watched some adult films that you enjoyed. At 3pm, you asked me to cum again. And at 4. And at 5. Every hour until 7pm, when I came for the last time that evening. After 7 o'clock, I had had 6 orgasms, and the last one, not even a drop escaped the tip of my penis. I was dry, which made you and I very happy.