"Tell me about it" was all I could respond. My cock was becoming very firm. Instead of recounting the activities, she crawled up my body and straddled my shoulders with her knees. As she bounced to a halt, I felt a warm drop of something plop onto my neck and I knew what she had in mind. She told me to open my mouth and she slowly lowered her gaping cunt to my mouth. Before hitting bottom, several drops of juice hit my face and tongue. There was no mistaking the taste of Jim's cum.
I licked her cunt until it had emptied itself of the load that Jim had deposited. My cock was so hard that it hurt. Donna proceeded to back down my body and simply kept going until my cock was gripped in her sopping wet cunt. Then, she proceeded to tell me how Jim had thrown her over the back of the couch and took her from behind. At the same time, she very slowly raised and lowered her hips and ground against my root and balls. Between the story and the grinding, I soon blew a massive load. She quickly jumped up and covered my face again. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she came wildly, spurting a mixture of her cum, my cum, and any of Jim's cum that happened to be left inside. I drank it all down.
The next day, Donna got out of bed and took a quick shower. Then, without dressing, she went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. When I limped into the dining room, Jim was already sitting at the kitchen table, naked, dining on some eggs and bacon. Donna sat across from him and I could tell she had her legs stretched under the table and her feet on his lap. Jim turned to me and said, "thanks for letting me borrow your pussy last night". I explained that it was no problem, that we'd been thinking about sharing for a long time. Donna then proceeded to tell me that until he left to return home, Jim could share her pussy whenever he wanted. With this, I felt my cock begin to expand.
As breakfast proceeded, Jim was becoming detached from our conversation. Soon, I could tell that Donna's feet were doing their job. After a few seconds, Jim put down his fork and put both of his hands on the arms of his chair, apparently giving in to her soft massage. Donna then told me that she was going to fuck Jim on the table and that I would be able to watch. There was one catch, however, she wanted to tie me to my chair so I wouldn't be able to touch them or myself. She ran to our room and returned with two of my ties and one of my belts. She tied my wrists to the arms of the chair and then slipped the belt around my waist and around the back of the chair. It was a tight squeeze, but she was able to use the last notch to hold the belt in place. Then, she told Jim that I had enjoyed his load from the previous night. He was surprised, but soon got the picture and playfully called me a fag.
