Part 2: Mac/Rose
I had to grin like a Cheshire cat as I entered our bedroom. Neither Mac nor Rose could have stopped what they were doing at that exact moment. Mac, with my wife straddling his pulsing cock, couldn't have, and neither could Rose. Their pleasure was too intense. Mac was buried to the hilt in Rose' pussy, intent on filling her with his cum amid Rose' sighs of pure pleasure. His field of vision was narrowed by his concentration on her full breasts and his own need to thrust harder. With her legs straddling his body, Rose drove her hips down against his thrusts, trying to force him deeper into the depths of her pleasure pit. She saw me from the corner of her eye, but couldn't have cared less that I was watching her fucking our friend. She leaned forward until her breasts were brushing his face and I saw him take one and pull her down until he could suck the nipple of that lovely orb into his mouth. Mac's hands were on her lovely, heart shaped ass, pulling it down hard as his hips buck, driving his dick into her cunt as deep as he could get it.
I waited, patiently, as Mac finished delivering his load into Rose' pussy and her body began to relax from her series of orgasmic tremors. They both were languidly recovering from that high, and Rose was again sitting bolt upright with his cock still buried in her clutching cunt, when I cleared my throat and Mac realized there had been an audience for their fun.
A look of horror crossed his face. He stared at me in shock before he started trying to talk while attempting to push an uncooperative Rose off to the side, away from me. It was made difficult by the fact he was still buried in her cunt. Rose was smiling. She knew what she expected to hear from me.
"Earl, I....I..."
"Don't." I told him gently, waving my hand as though to protest his words. Smiling, I told him, "You don't need to say anything. I've been after Rose for months now, telling her that I wanted to see another man fuck her, and we had already agreed that it should be you. I had a pretty good idea this could be the day when she showed me what she intended to wear while you were working. You'd have to be as cold as a sphinx not to have wanted to screw her, so it was just a matter of waiting until all the pieces fell into place. I was just lucky enough to finish working early today and wander in to this."
I was walking across the bedroom to the far side of the bed where Rose now lay, smiling contentedly as I finished my little speech. Mac's cock had shriveled and now lay across his thigh, still oozing the baby-making semen with which he had filled my wife. Rose, at his side, reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze as I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her.
"Was it as good as you hoped?" I asked her, still smiling.