Milf Creampie

Beginning
Mario had laid back as I was collecting my hotwife's husbands's reward, and when I came up to the surface Ginger climbed over him for some passionate smooching and cuddling. Trouble was, of course, that I was still hard and horny with milf creampie, and her lovely backside was totally revealed to me. I followed Mario into her pussy, enjoying the feeling of being her next fucker...and noticed her asshole was dangerously exposed. I pulled out of her milf creampie pussy to kiss that sweet sinkhole, suck it, lay my tongue flat on it and drag it back and forth over it, and eventually curl up my tongue and gently make my way into that dark, inviting aperture. I met with a friendly, welcoming greeting, and had no trouble sinking my tongue to the root inside that warm, tasty back passage. I didn't keep my tongue there very long, welcome though it was, as my dick was now ruling my brain. I withdrew to take myself in hand and slid my cock slowly into the loosened opening, now gently pulling out, now re-inserting myself, finally sinking to the full length of my cock through elastic rubbery doors that I could feel caressing my insistent cockhead. Milf creampie felt wonderful to be full depth in my wife's ass, lying across her back, propped up by my hands on either side of her lover who was on his back kissing her, sighs and groans of pleasure coming from us all.
We enjoyed this milf creampie heaven for god knows how long. Finally I pulled out of her ass and fell onto my back. Now Mario had recovered his erection, and he asked Ginger to sit on my face. We re-arranged ourselves to provide room for Mario to stand behind us, and soon after my wife's well-used pussy descended on my face his erect cock appeared in front of my happy eyes, a bone in search of a home. To my encouragement, it pushed its familiar way between her labia and into her depths, and his balls dropped onto the bridge of my nose. We were off on another round of one of this world's most pleasurable activities, and I sucked on her clit as he pistoned his pecker back and forth into her milf creampie pussy. Though my ears were pinned by Mario's legs, I could hear muffled cries of pleasure from them both. As his climax approached, he pulled out. Ginger turned around and dropped her face to his straining cock, and as he screamed through an agonizing orgasm, she drew his load gently into her warm mouth.
They lay that way, cuming down from ecstasy, while I held her from behind, caressing her hair and the side of her face. Slowly she allowed his essence to drain into her stomach, reluctant to let it escape her taste buds.
When we came back to reality, hunger overtook us all. But Mario, thoughtful guy that he is, had prepared for this eventuality...he had a hamper of fresh Italian buns, cold deli meat, brie, red and green grapes, and a bottle of red wine. We enjoyed a naked repast on the king bed, fit for the King and Queen...and Sir Lancelot.
Afterwards we played and fucked some more with milf creampie, but when I ate Ginger to a cum with Mario's assistance, our evening was finished, and we fell into sleep.

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