[Saddledrifter]

Well, here comes Ol' Bill again. You know the guy that loss his wife of a billion years. Last time he brought his new squeeze Cindy for a swap. But this time Bill was alone, because he broke up with Cindy. I think he just stopped in because he was horny and thought he might be able to do my wife. I was not very sympathetic, because I told Bill he needed to swap with me to continue doing my wife. The only thing Bill had with him was my favorite Gentleman Jack. He knew how to win me over. So we started drinking. I guess I was drinking faster and more heavily than my wife and Bill. I was pouring doubles all night.

We took turns dancing with my wife. She was braless, as usual, and Bill and I were both getting some pretty good feels as we slow danced with her. It seemed that I would dance with her and undo a button on her blouse, and Bill must have been doing the same thing, because pretty soon she only had the bottom button fastened, and during fast dances, you could see her boobs swaying back and forth and falling out of the relatively wide open blouse. Then I began to notice her short shorts were working down her body and were about three to four inches below her belly button. I had not touched them, so Bill must have been pulling them down to get some feels. After awhile, we were all pretty drunk. I saw a great opportunity to get some really good shots of my wife with her blouse totally open and her pants almost down around pussy level. I went back to the bedroom to get my camera, but when I returned, Bill had my wife stripped of her blouse and was slow dancing with her. He had her in such a tight embrace, I could not get a good picture of her boobs and front, so I went back to the bedroom to put my camera back and possibly get a later shot.

Unfortunately, I must have passed out on the bed, because I don't even remember the trip back down the hallway to the bedroom. I just remember waking up on the bed while lying on my camera. What woke me up? Well, the bed was shaking around pretty violently. I awoke slightly only to see Ol' Bill laying the wood to my wife. They were in sthe missionary position parallel to me. They were both nude, and she was really getting off on his screw job, and yelling don't stop. I was a little pissed off that he was screwing her while I was passed out. I arose and said, "No, I won't stop." Then I pushed him off of her. I told him I wasn't taking his cumy seconds. I then began pumping her instead of him. She climaxed as if there had never been an interruption in the sex act. Bill just sat there and watched as I pumped away and unloaded my load in her. I pulled out, and then said to Bill, "Now, you can have the seconds." He didn't hesitate one second and jumped back into gear. He pumped her and then turned her over and plunged in from behind. While he was nailing her from behind. I stuck my dick in her mouth and said, "Maybe you can get it hard again." She started giving me a blow job while getting her jollies from the back end screw. Pretty soon, she spit my dick out while she was screaming from the second climax of her evening. Then once she caught her breath, she went back to working on her BJ with my dick. It never got real hard, but she suck it and tongued it enough to get me a second climax.

I was still drunk as shit, and laid back down and passed out again. When I awoke the next morning, Ol' Bill was lying nude on top of my naked wife and in the missionary position. She had her legs spread wide open, and his dick may have still been inside of her for a second tryst or more that night. I got up and slapped Bill on his bare butt. He looked up, and asked what the hell. I said, "Did you get enough last night." He raise up off my wife and managed a "Well, I guess so." I went and peed while he was getting up. When I walked back in, he was kissing on my wife's tits and fondling her boobs. She was moaning in her sleep from the action. I asked him if he ever had enough. His reply was "not with your wife." I told him that in the future he was going to go without her if he didn't bring someone to swap. He agreed, and got dressed and left. A little later my wife got up with cum draining down her legs. She said, "What the hell?" i said that she had at least three loads in her. She grinned a little, and said, "I guess I did have a fun night." I said, "No more Bill unless he brings a swap." She agreed, but I think she always feels pity for Bill, and she will probably do him again with or without my permission. She is a sap for a sad story.