"Eating Out" - (part three)

It was my turn to enjoy my husband’s cock. If he was going to come, I wanted it to be between my lips. I looked up at him, smiled, and put my mouth around him, my hand at the base of his scrotum, squeezing lightly. Right then, I felt fingers, whose I didn’t know, sift between my nether lips, rubbing against my clit and seeking entrance inside. One finger slipped inside slowly, searching out my g-spot, with surprisingly quick success. I groaned, vibrating my husband’s cock, making him moan. He grabbed the back of my head, taking a handful of hair loosely in his fist, guiding my head back and forth, slowly. I sucked and sucked, while the fingers in my pussy danced in and out and in and out, causing my own wetness to drip down the insides of my thighs. I could feel my orgasm beginning, as my sucking became quick and forceful and frantic; my husband’s thighs began to quiver, and I knew he was about to come, so I backed off and slid my mouth down as far as I could, feeling his cock at the back of my throat, and back up to the very tip. I wasn’t ready for anyone to come quite yet.
I turned around to see Cole sitting on the floor, leaning up against the couch, with Harmony’s head between his legs, her shapely ass up in the air, knees spread for better balance. On my knees, I reached my arms around her and placed my hands around her swaying breasts, which filled my palms and then some. My husband got on his knees behind me. Entering between my slippery lips, he slowly began to fuck me, his hands holding on to Harmony’s hips as I continued to massage her breasts and she sucked on Cole’s dick. I slipped one hand between her voluptous thighs, then one finger, then two, into her shaved cunt. With the other hand, I kept my balance by grabbing hold of her ass. Using my pinky finger, I stimulated her clit while I plunged my fingers deep inside of her again and again. Everyone was moaning and writhing and sweating and breathing as one. And all at once, like the crescendo of a complicated and passionate symphony, we came...we came and came and groaned and screamed out our intense relief at letting go so completely.
We collapsed in a heap of breathing, sighing bodies. Silently, we caressed and rubbed whatever skin lay beneath our hands. Cole and my husband sandwiched Harmony and I, who faced one another. We fell asleep like that.
In the morning...Dean, who’d passed out in a heap of pillows earlier in the evening, woke up to a pile of naked bodies. I wonder what he thought. Probably something to the effect of, “What the fuck? Why didn’t anybody wake me up...I could’ve helped...I got skills...”
Hmmmmm....maybe next time.