Our hyperactive sexual delirium kept it's hold on us. My mind was swirling with lurid scenes of our sexual fantasy world. There was no limits to what we three could do to and for each other's sexual satisfaction. All three of us seemed to be in a fog of sucking, licking, fingering, fucking, rubbing, stroking, cumming, all without out end for our mutual ecstasy. We couldn't and didn't want to stop.
John and I had just fucked Carol with both our cocks in her cunt simultaneously. It felt great. My cock sliding over John's wet cock and Carol's cunt stretched to hug both cocks was thrilling. The three of us rested from our coupling.
I asked Carol how it felt having two cocks in her at the same time.
She smirked at me and said, "I love cock."
I suggested that we all go to Georgetown for dancing tonight. I knew of a club, Morocco, that had a reputation of wild goings on with music from all eras. Tonight's theme was 1940s-1960s music. Carol dressed in a tight black jersey halter top backless dress, deep cleavage, nipples poking out and of course no underwear. I wore my usual khakis, tweed jacket and polo shirt. John had on tight blue jeans a white shirt and a blue blazer.
I was the designated driver. John sat in the back seat and Carol sat beside me. During the drive John reached around Carol's seat and started fondling her tits and pulling on her nipples. Carol clasped John's hands pulling them tightly to her tits. John leaned over the seat and he and Carol shared a smoldering open mouth kiss.
She moaned, "Oh yeah that makes me so hot and horny."
We pulled up to the valet outside the club. He opened the passenger door and Carol slid out, her dress slipping up and giving the valet a flash of her mound. I tossed him the keys and watched him blush while checking Carol out. At the door I slipped the Maitre D a fifty and he led us to great booth overlooking the dance floor. Carol slid in, flashing her thighs, and John and I sat with her in the middle.
The waitress, wearing a black bustier and tiny black bikini panties, came over and took our drink orders - three Bombay martinis. When the waitress bent over to deliver our drinks her nipples poked out. John and I ogled her display. When she left Carol told us that she could do better and she, Carol, had better tits. Our booth was semi private so John and I each caressed a breast and said you were right Carol your tits are better. Carol giggled.
We all sat back enjoying our drinks and scoping out the club. It was nearly full with well dressed youngish people. The guys were wearing sport coats with open necked shirts and the women wore stylish clubbing outfits. The music started with a set of 1960s songs.
Carol and I got up to dance to The Twist by Chubby Checker. I love dancing with Carol, she puts her whole body into it. We twisted, twirled and danced like crazy. At one point Carol put a leg behind one of my legs and twisted with her mound on my thigh. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her chest was bright red. I pulled Carol to me and felt the heat waves pulsing through her body. We arrived back at the booth out of breath and Carol's nipples poking through her dress.
John held his hand out for Carol. Satisfaction by the stones was the next song. Carol had a big smirk on her face and was bumping and grinding John while her halter top bounced and swayed with her unfettered tits. Near the end of the song one of her nipples peaked out and she pushed it into John's chest.
