All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

"Come on in," she said, backing up into the house. As Peter stepped forward to shake my hand, I sensed Erika behind me take her turn to pause. Peter was wearing loose, knee-length gray cargo shorts, but the pause had to be for the shirt. It was a white cotton, button-down, short-sleeved camp shirt that looked about a size too small. At least the arms and shoulders were too small. It was unbuttoned halfway down, giving a broad view of a waxed smooth chest. 'Jesus, he waxes his chest?' I thought with a sudden competitive twang.Erika and Sara shared a quick hug and I offered the bag I held to Peter. "Thanks for inviting us. I brought a bottle."Peter slid the bottle of Whistle Pig out of the bag and whistled in turn. "This is better than anything I have in the house right now. Can I pour you a glass of your own offering?""Please," I said happily."I'll take one too," put in Erika. I looked at her. She had mostly been drinking wine lately. She shrugged and smiled at me playfully. Her lo

I walked through the chest high water to the other three. Without anyone saying anything about it, we fell into a sort of square, with each of us at a corner. Peter and I faced each other, with the women to our sides, facing each other as well. Erika was at the deepest corner of our formation, leaving her breasts almost entirely submerged. I was fine with that, as that meant my cock was pretty deep underwater also. Sara was on the shallowest corner of our little setup. I was cool with that too, as her tits were almost breaking free of the surface.And we just fell back into the conversation from earlier in the evening, chatting away about kids, jobs, Netflix, and other stuff, and sipping on our whiskey. It boggled my mind. We were all acting as if we were not naked as the day we were born and standing in a pool with other grown-ass adults.At least we were acting that way on the surface. There was an undercurrent of... something. Laughter at jokes came quicker and was louder than it h

In other news, my cock was now well immersed in Sara's mouth, and she was demonstrating significant skill in stimulating it. Her free hand had moved from stroking my shaft to cradling and caressing my sack. I groaned as best I could with my tongue buried in her folds.Frankly, it was little embarrassing. This was fucking intense, but still, we had only been at it a few minutes and I was ready to come. I briefly paused my attack her slit and begged for mercy. "I'm sorry, Sara, but if you don't ease off, I'm going to pop already!"Sara chuckled around my cock in her mouth. She released me with a slurping sound and gasped, "You just please... keep up your good work down there! Remember, our kids are both sleeping over tonight. If you pop now in my accommodating mouth... well, we do have all night." With those instructions, Sara went back to town on my cock as if determined to get me off in record time. I kept groaning in response and sucked gently, then firmly on her little, eager clit.

Peter needed but little coaching on what to do, and was sliding his dick between Erika's breasts with wild abandon."I've never actually seen that in real life," gasped Sara, a note of jealousy in her voice. Not of her husband being with another woman, but jealousy of what Erika could offer that Sara could not. I just fucked Sara harder. I gasped to her that right then she was offering me all I could possibly handle.We both kept our eyes locked on outside, both sensing that Peter was about to lose it. I slid in and out of Sara relentlessly, not even pausing when Peter's back arched hard and he froze with his dick at its greatest advance. He practically roared with release. I could tell from the soft jerk of Erika's head, followed by a licking of her lips, that he had come all over her.I lost it. I moaned loudly enough to actually attract attention from outside, though they clearly couldn't see us, and shot my own prodigious load inside Sara. I felt myself pumping and pumping shot af

Erika and I walked home companionably. It might perhaps be more accurate to say we wove home, as over the course of the evening at our friends', just the four of us had consumed a bottle of Pinot Noir and almost all of a bottle of Rye. We were mostly silent, holding hands and content to marshal our thoughts for the conversation when we got home that we both wanted and feared a little.I let us in through the front door into the dark house. Our daughter Merry would be at her grandparents' the whole weekend. Erika and I were each primed to talk things out about the way a simple dinner with new friends and morphed into the wildest night of our lives.Instead of talking, we were immediately tearing off each other's clothes, right in the foyer. It didn't take long to accomplish. We were both just wearing simple shorts and light shirts. Our underwear was balled up in Erika's purse. We hadn't bothered to put it back on when we finally got dressed before we left Peter and Sara's place.I push