They kept on fucking into her until they were certain they were finished, then pulled out again. She lay back, cum spilling from her lips and pouring from her pussy.

"Thanks, guys – that was swell!" she moaned.

The comment seemed to signal that the sex session was over.

But that was just as well, because both men had limp cocks following their second orgasms and their balls were hanging down as if they had been punctured.

They could see what Tom had meant about her being too much for one guy.

Shit! She was too much for three!

Tom was standing beside the bed now, his prick rising like a crowbar from his bloated balls.

But he seemed to be waiting for his guests to leave. Maybe he was more modest than they were. Roger and Tony got their clothes.

Then, because he was a polite, well-mannered man, and figured it was the right thing to do, Roger said, "Errrr – can we buy you a drink?"

It was the least that they could offer a lady who had drained their balls off so well.

"No, thanks," she said.

Her green eyes glinted mischievously and she looked fondly at Tom, who was grinning.

"My husband and I would like to be alone together, now," the redhead said.

Roger and Tony were astonished.

She hadn't been a casual pick-up, at all. Tom had lied from the start.

What a kinky marriage it must be!

Roger and Tony returned to the bar, leaving Tom and Wanda to their wedded bliss. But both men had been profoundly stunned by the news.

They were happily married family men. They just couldn't understand such a thing.

But they had a lot to learn about families.

CHAPTER TWO

The Wedgewoods and the Bensons lived next door to each other, in identical dwellings on a residential street in a nice suburb.

Margot Benson was a sultry, raven-haired beauty.

Claire Wedgewood was a beautiful honey blonde.