All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

It turned out that all three of the girls had the same plan in mind. Jill got down in front of me, and I scooted to the edge of the couch to improve her access. She wasn't in a hurry to get to the main course, and she licked me and teased me with her hands, lips and tongue, without taking me into her mouth. She took her time cleaning any trace of my wife off of my hardness, without a hint of fastidiousness. Just the opposite, she seemed to enjoy it. I looked around and watched the other guys relish being on the receiving end of a blow-job from their friend's wives, while their own spouses went to work with their hands and mouths elsewhere.I watched my wife blow Dan, taking his entire cock in her mouth repeatedly, while he groaned his appreciation. He always looked so young, until you saw that angry red cock of his pointing up, loaded for bear. I swear it looked like she was corrupting a neighborhood youth. I looked over at Jack, watching him scan the activity, gazing down at Robin's

I picked her up by her hips and sat her on the arm of the couch, then spread her legs and stood between them. I leaned in and kissed her, while my hard-on pressed against her. "I think it's time," I finally told her.She trembled. "Now?"I smiled, took my cock in my hand and started rubbing it up and down her wet slit. "Right now. I can't stand to wait any longer." I pushed and felt her lips spread for me as the head disappeared inside of her. Her barely contained little whimper made me even more eager to have her.I pushed a little further inside of her, running into her resistance as the thickness of my shaft pushed her wider than her comfort level. I leaned forward and hugged her. Then I kissed her hard."I'm going to fuck you now, beautiful, and it's not going to be gentle. You've teased me long enough."She leaned back along the padded arm of the couch, a study in sexiness. Her pussy was still stuffed with almost half my cock, and it looked great, splitting her open. I lifted her

Once more I was the last to awake, but this time it was nowhere near as glorious as the previous day.Not only was I sore from head to toe, but my 'alarm clock' was shaking the bed like a Jiffy-pop shaker.I opened my eyes and growled, "Enough.""Man, you're a hard sleeper," Dan teased sitting on the bed opposite. "You already missed all the drama."A lifetime's worth of amazing memories created in one night. It was all coming back to me. "Jesus! What a night!" I stretched and stood in front of Dan who, reached out with the back of his hand, and pointed my morning wood away from his face."Fuck dude! Don't point that at me - I've seen what it can do. I thought my wife was going to have to leave here in a wheelchair."I walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open and laughed. "Look who's talking. I'm amazed we're not pumping my wife's stomach this morning. You seemed awfully relaxed, smokin' a cigar, having a drink, while Sheri sucked you dry," I reminded him."Over and over again,"

Suddenly she just sat bolt upright, taking me deeply. "Wow! I just had the most incredible vision." She looked around to see if our spouses were paying attention. She sounded as excited as a school girl."I saw us, just like this, but like 40 years from now. There was a huge house over there," she pointed to our right, "I mean HUGE, and the woods down there were cleared out for an open field." She indicated an area down by the water."It was so vivid, so real. I saw dozens of people running around down by the water, adults and kids, and all of them were naked. There were two docks, and a big-ass sailboat, and some jet-skis, and all kinds of stuff out there. But the swimming platform was exactly the same, as was our walkway, and even Dan's silly dirt path. There were even circular stones out on the dirt path, and I knew that each one had someone's handprints, and there were dozens of them!"She looked around, as if she could still see it all. "There were trails all through the woods, a

Several times I came within a gnat's ass of interrupting, and making them aware of my presence. There have been moments when I wish I had. Those moments are few and far-in-between. Most of the time, as warped as it may seem to you, the reader, I thank my lucky stars that I stayed hidden and kept my trap shut. I give thanks to the gods of chance, that had me come home a day early, made me park my car in the garage, and who encouraged me to nap on the couch. Otherwise this would be a very short essay, and my life would be infinitely more boring.As I best recall, the portion of their conversation I inadvertently overheard went something like this:"What's wrong with me!" my sister's anguished words echoed in my ears, breaking my heart."Nothing baby. Trust me, what you're telling me is perfectly normal. Don't believe all you read and see on TV, love isn't like that. It's certainly nothing like some of that trash you'll find on the Internet.""Kyle says it's me. That I'm a cold fish."Ky