My eyes fluttered open. The bedroom was bathed in sunlight, silent but for the serene sounds of nature filtered through the window panes. Jenny, my wife, was still asleep, cradled in my arms. The gentle, peaceful rhythm of her breathing was a sharp contrast to the wildness which she'd engaged in last night.
It was Sunday morning, our last day in town. The last day of the longest, strangest, most mortifying and without question sexiest weekend of my life. I'd never imagined that I'd be in this position: my wife having sex with other men and me being compliant with it. But the more it was happening, the more okay I was with it.
Jenny started to stir. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled at me.
"Good morning," I said quietly as she brushed her hair from her face.
"Morning," she said sleepily. Her voice was hoarse, like her throat was dry. I pushed away the thought that deepthroating a pair of massive dicks late last night was the cause.
"Mmm, what time time is it?" she asked, rolling onto her back and shielding her eyes from the sun. I glanced at the alarm clock.
"Almost 9," I said.
"Jesus, I really slept in, huh?" she said. She was typically an early riser.
"Well it was a pretty crazy night," I said, trying not to sound accusatory.
"Yeah I guess it was," she said, sitting up a little and rubbing her eyes, "God, I almost can't believe it all happened. Dancing for those guys, having sex with Jon and Rick again. This town will have some much more interesting stories to tell about me when I leave this time."
She said it flippantly, like a joke, but it definitely concerned me.
"The guys at the bachelor party, you think they'll spread it around town?" I asked. It's not like we knew or cared about anyone around here but it was still a little embarrassing to think that people might consider my wife slutty.
"I wouldn't worry too much," she said, "They've all got wives and girlfriends that wouldn't be too happy to hear that they'd taken in a 'private show' at a bachelor party. I'm sure some of them will give me a hard time about it at the wedding today but we can handle it."
I'd nearly forgotten about the wedding. It was the whole reason we'd come here and yet, with everything that had already happened, it seemed like the least exciting thing that would happen this weekend.
Jenny started unraveling herself from the blankets. Her heavy boobs popped up into view and, like always, my eyes were helplessly drawn to them. She'd slept naked, apparently not bothering to redress after fucking Jon and Rick before bed.
"What time did you get to bed?" I asked, watching her round ass jiggle as she walked over to the dresser. I knew the answer, but wanted to see what she'd say.
"Not too late, pretty soon after you I think," she said, which was correct, "Actually, I'm sorry but I can't remember exactly when you left the room."
She slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and looked at me questioningly.
"Oh, uh, let's see..." I sputtered. I knew exactly when, but it was awkward to say out loud, "I guess it was right around the time that Jon, uh, y'know, came..."
"Oh geez, on my boobs? I swear that guy could whitewash a barn with how much he shoots. What a mess," she said, idly gesturing to and rubbing her tits as she said it.
"Well actually, it was...well, the other time, I guess," I said.
Jenny thought for a moment, then it hit her.
"Oh God! I'd completely forgotten that. Wow, I can't believe he actually came inside me! I feel like I should have filled up like a balloon!" she said, making light of what felt at the time like a fairly significant line to cross.
"Yeah, that was pretty extreme with them both, you know, inside of you at the same time," I said. Jenny had been getting DP'd with Rick in her ass when Jon had dumped his load in her pussy.
"Seriously, you don't know the half of it," she said, pulling on a t-shirt to my disappointment, "I mean it felt really good but it was so intense I think I was half blacked-out through it. Probably wouldn't have let him cum there if I was thinking straight."
I was a bit relieved that it wasn't exactly intentional to let Jon cum unprotected in her pussy. I also knew she was on birth control so frankly, given all the other sexual barriers that had been broken this weekend there wasn't any reason to dwell on it.
"So what else did you guys get up to after that?" I asked, needing to know slightly more than wanting to.
As she laid out her clothes for the day, Jenny described the half hour or so that I'd missed. The DP had continued for several more minutes until Jenny's pussy was too sloppy from Jon's big willy sloshing his cum around inside her (not how she described it, but accurate). Before she could go clean up, Rick insisted on shooting his first load and had her lay back on the couch with her head dangling over the side. In this position he face-fucked her, teabagged her and finally came on her tits as she rimmed him. After a quick towel-off in the bathroom they all started anew.
"Nothing all that exciting, just more sex and blowjobs," she said, "I did get to orgasm again and they both did as well. Jon shot on my boobs and Rick...well it mostly got on my butt but he was a little slow pulling out so he definitely came in my pussy as well. I'd say half and half I guess."
How equitable.
"In any case, I'm gonna be sore today," said Jenny. She was walking a bit funny as she headed toward the bathroom, "Oh by the way, Rick got a call late last night and had to go out of town for work. He's probably on the plane already."
I feigned surprise even though I already knew about it. Jenny explained his early-morning stop-by at our door, though she casually omitted the fact that she'd given Rick the lewd photos he'd taken of her. But again, in the grand-scheme that was little more than a white lie.
We both got dressed and went to the kitchen where Mark, Tiffany and Jon were already seated drinking coffee. Jon beamed and clapped me on the back, characteristically good-natured. We all talked for the next hour, with Tiffany catching Jenny up on what she'd missed at the bachelorette party but, thankfully, nobody talking about what Jenny had done during (or after) the bachelor party.
There were a few hours to kill before we all had to get ready for the wedding, and being a gorgeous day with nothing else to do we all ended up swimming in the lake again. I was glad that Rick wasn't around to further press the situation into something sexual, but to my surprise Mark seemed to pick up in his place. He was hovering within a few feet of Jenny basically the entire time we were in the water, being uncharacteristically unattentive to his own wife, Tiffany. Still, there was nothing overtly sexual about the situation, with the exception of how hot Jenny and Tiffany looked in their bathing suits. My lust for Tiffany grew right along with my cock as I watched her barely covered tits splashing around in the water.
Jon left after about an hour as he needed to head into town to pick up his suit rental (from a tent shop, I thought, given the size of him). Tiffany was the next to go as she was going to take the longest to get ready. I stayed in for a little while longer before announcing that I too was heading in for a shower and to get dressed.
"I'm gonna stay and soak up some more sun," said Jenny, floating around.
"Yeah I'm going to enjoy the water a bit more, too," said Mark, practically following Jenny around like a dog.
I was mildly concerned about leaving them alone but Jenny had never shown much interest in Mark sexually (even though she'd blown and fucked him, recently) so I didn't really think anything would happen. Still, heading inside I couldn't help but look over my shoulder a few times as they laughed and splashed around.
I took a quick shower and came back to the bedroom in a towel as I laid out my suit for the evening. I'm not sure what caught my eye but before I could get dressed I went over to the window overlooking the lake. Jenny and Mark were still out there, only now they were facing each other, and very close. They appeared to be talking, but even from a distance you could feel that something about the energy had changed.
"He's going to try to fuck her again," said Tiffany from the doorway, startling me. I turned to look at her and was given an even bigger shock to find she was completely naked.
"Jesus," I said, my eyes and cock bulging as I took in the sight of her naked body. I'd seen it all before but damn, she really did look good. Everything from her long blonde hair, large, perky enhanced tits and her clean-shaven pussy was sexy as hell. I did my best to play it cool.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, though it was painfully obvious from my view of them on the lake that Mark was surely trying something.
Tiffany entered the room, strutting towards me. My dick inflated a bit more with every step.
"He told me so," she said, as if that were a perfectly normal thing for a husband to tell his wife, "He's jealous that Jon and Rick got to fuck her again, so he wants another shot."
I looked down at Mark and my wife. They were even closer and didn't seem to be talking anymore. Tiffany sidled up next to me, so close I could smell her sweet perfume.
"He's good with his hands," she said, looking down at the scene on the lake, "And very good with his tongue."
Mark's hands were beneath the water, and the moment she said it it became obvious from his and Jenny's body language that he was fingering her pussy.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked her, although I was kind of asking myself as well, "We could go out and stop it."
"Why interrupt their fun when we can have some of our own?" she said, reaching out her hand and running her fingertips across the bulge in the towel around my waist. God it felt good.
