Newland moved behind Margarette and began exploring the lines of her body, feeling her voluptuous breasts, and then moved lower to her feminine folds. She was dripping with desire, and he could not wait to be inside of her.

Margarette ran her hands lower. She grasped May’s hip with one hand. With the other, she began sliding her fingers through May’s moist orchid. Then she dipped inside of May, and began strumming a finger through her creamy vessel.

“Oh, yes,” May said, undulating her hips.

Newland began massaging Margarette’s pearl, and she responded by lifting her hips higher.

“My button,” May said to Margarette.

Margarette urged May down to the bed, where she fell pleasantly, throwing her arms up behind her. May lifted her legs and spread them wide open. No one needed to encourage her any further.

Margarette clasped May’s thighs and lowered herself to May’s orchid. “Oh, so delicious, so moist,” Margarette said and then slid her tongue through the milky passion. Then Margarette raised her own hips and began circling them slowly, inviting Newland to enter her.

Newland unfastened the drawstring on his night pants, let them fall to the floor, and then kicked them to the side. He grasped the swarthy woman’s full bottom cheeks and began sliding his member through her cream. She was so hot, so ready, that on his next slide, he entered her sheath, filling her luscious cavity. Margarette moaned and squeezed his member tightly. Newland groaned with desire and began sliding through her velvety purse.

Continuing to lick May’s pearl, Margarette slid a hand to May’s sheath, inserted it again, and began strumming it to the same rhythm of Newland’s thrusting. Together the three continued pleasuring each other, moving in a perfect harmony.

Margarette’s body tightened first, her hips moved more demandingly. Then May gasped.

“Oh, yes,” May cried. “Yes.”

Margarette was next, and crying out in Italian, she announced that she too had crested. However, Newland had not finished. He withdrew his member from Margarette and had her move above May so that her bottom and folds faced him. Then he entered May’s sheath and began sliding through her creamy passion, while tasting Margarette’s cream.

Both women, reinvigorated with lust, began writhing to his strokes, and a moment later, they were kissing, swirling their tongues with open mouths so that Newland could see them. Newland felt a deeper arousal at seeing the women kiss; that he lost control of himself, letting his carnal urges control him. He beat madly until overwhelmed, and at last, released a veritable deluge of his seed inside his wife’s sheath. Reveling with satisfaction, he continued to beat and taste awhile longer, and when he recovered his senses, he withdrew from the women and fell to the bed.

May moved close to him and threw a leg over his loins. Margarette put her leg on the other side of him. “You aren’t tired yet, are you, Newland?” May said. Then she smiled wickedly at Margarette. The night was only beginning . . .