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Arriving home one night, my wife met me at the door. This is unusual behavior for her, so I was instantly concerned.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Well…” She pondered. “I got a strange call a couple hours ago and I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Who from?” I pressed for more information.

“They said they were from the California DMV and they need to talk to you.” She stated. “Wouldn’t tell me anything else.” “They left a name and number.”

I took the note from her and headed for my office. “Thanks Hon, I’m gonna give them a call and see what this is all about.”

I called the number and asked for the person who had called. After being on hold longer than I liked, a voice said. “Sorry for the delay.”

“What’s this all about?” I inquired.

“Did you once own a 1969 Porsche?” He asked.

“Yes, it was stolen 30 odd years ago.” I said. “Why?”

“I think we found it.” He stated. “Do you know the VIN?”

I have the VIN for that car burned in my brain, I’ve spent decades trying to find it. I’ve been in contact with most Porsche clubs and collector car auctions and even contacted Porsche in Germany. Nothing ever showed up, the car simply vanished.

I recited the VIN for the officer. “I still have the title for it, if that helps.”

“It does.” He stated. “The numbers match.” “Looks like we have your car.”

I sat there stunned for several seconds… they found my car…THEY FOUND MY CAR!!!

“Sir?” The voice interrupted. “Are you still there?”

“What… Yes, I’m here, just trying to understand what you said.” I babbled.

We talked for some time, getting details of how I could get the car back and where it was. The big story of course was, how in the hell did it end up in California, and why did it take so long to find.

I’d figured after it was stolen, it was chopped for parts. Back then it was worth far more in parts than it was as a whole car. Also easier to sell.

Seems the person who was in possession of my car had died, and the family was trying to clear out his estate. Of course, the cars (there are several) had to have clear titles in order to sell them. When they were run through the DMV database, 4 came up as stolen, mine and 3 others. Seems this guy had a rather shady past, but never did anything to draw the attention of the authorities.

“What kind of shape is the car in?” I asked.

“All I know is it has been in a barn for a very long time.” He offered. “It’s covered in dirt and all 4 tires are flat.” “I have a rather bad picture if you want it.”

“Yes please.” I almost screamed. “Send it to my cel.”

A few moments later, my phone chirped. Taking a deep breath, I opened the file.

He was right, it was a bad pic. Dark and not well focused, but it was, without a doubt, my car. It still had my college parking sticker in the windshield.

I made arrangements to retrieve the car and hung up.

I literally staggered into the kitchen where Karen was working on dinner.

“Are you OK?” She said, rushing over to me.

“Yes.” I answered, pulling her into a hug, shaking. “They found my car.”

“What car?” She queried. “I’m not following you.”

“My 912, the one I had when we met.” I expounded. “Remember, it was stolen just before I graduated med school.” “They found it.”

“OK.” She stated, uncertainly.

I could tell she wasn’t getting it, so I sat her down and told her the story.

“So how did it end up there?” She asked.

“Nobody seems to know.” I answered. “All I know is I’m still the legal owner according to them, so I’m going to get it.”

“I’m happy for you, but how are you going to pull this off?” She asked. “That’s a long way to go.”

“Already been thinking on that.” I grinned. “The car is about 5 hours from Reese, I figured we could stay there and Reese and I would retrieve the car, and you and Carol could hang out.” “Of course, I’ll need to call him and see if he’s available.”

“That would be nice.” She smiled. “Haven’t seen them in awhile.”

I headed back to my office to call Reese.

We talked for over an hour, catching up and planning the trip. We’d leave for Vegas in 3 days and go from there.

“OK, now that you have plans to get it, what are you going to do with it.” Karen inquired.

“Well, Reese has room in his garage, so I’m going to leave it out there for now.” I stated. “Besides, it’ll give us an excuse to get out there more often.”

“You just want to see Carol naked, you pervert.” She laughed.

“Well, I’d never turn down the opportunity to see either of you naked.” I grinned, patting her ass. “But the car is my #1 priority.”

After what seemed like a month, we left for Vegas. Reese met us at the airport.

After loading the luggage, Reese swept Karen up in a hug, and kissed her. “Good to see you Karen, it’s been too long.”

Returning Reese’s affection, Karen smiled. “Way too long.” “You’re looking well, Carol treating you OK?”

“Well, she hasn’t managed to fuck me to death, but not for lack of trying.” He laughed. “She’s looking forward to seeing you.”

Karen shoved me in the front seat with Reese. “Sit up there so you two can talk.”

We pulled into Reese’s place after a little over an hour.

Reese opened the garage door, and there stood Carol, nude of course, grinning.

She yanked Karen’s door open and pulled her out into a huge hug. “Damn good to see you.” Then she turned and hugged me.

“You’ll be in your usual room.” Reese stated, unloading the bags.

“Did they really find it?” Carol asked cautiously.

“Sure looks like it.” I answered.

“We sure had some good times in that car didn’t we?” Carol chirped.

“I…” I sputtered, blushing.

“I know about the Christmas story.” Karen interjected. “There’s more?”

All I could do is smile and nod.

“Let me tell you.” Carol offered, taking Karen into the house.

“What exactly could you do in that little thing?” Reese asked.

“Well, we were ALOT younger and Carol was quite limber back then.” I grinned. “Use your imagination.”

After taking the bags to our room, Reese and I found the girls in the sunroom. She’d already managed to talk Karen out of her clothes making Reese stop short.

He walked over, pulled Karen to her feet and hugged her. “Beautiful as ever I see.” He leered.

“Thanks.” She blushed. “But I think lack of blood flow to your brain is effecting your judgement.”

“I assure you it is not.” He smiled, then kissed her softly.

I excused myself briefly, hit the john and went to our room. I peeled out of my clothes, and rejoined the girls.

Reese returned from the kitchen, also nude and tossed me a beer. “I’ve already rented the trailer, we leave early tomorrow morning.” “If all goes well, we should be back for late dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I said. “Thanks for helping me.”

“I know what that car meant to you.” He mused. “How could I not.”

The girls excused themselves to start dinner, leaving Reese and I to talk.

“How are thing with you and Carol?” I asked.

Beaming, Reese answered. “Couldn’t be better.” “She’s what I always wanted, but never found.”

“Has she slowed down any, you know, with regular use?” I inquired.

“She has not.” He grinned. “In fact, I think she might be even hornier.” “How ‘bout you and Karen?”

“Well, she’s slowed down quite a lot since we left.” I lamented. “But she’s trying.”

“Maybe Carol can work on that.” Reese chuckled. “You know how contagious she can be.”

Raising my beer I said. “Here’s hoping.”

We sat, eating the wonderful meal the girls had prepared, and caught up. Again, Reese chose the perfect wine to compliment the food.

Afterwards, we retired to the sunroom. Reese produced 4 tumblers with his best bourbon in them, handing one to each of us. “To friends.” He toasted.

“To friends.” We all answered.

As we drank and talked, I let my hands wander, first to Karen’s ample tits, and after getting no resistance, slowly moved lower. She was getting worked up and a blush was starting to spread across her chest.

She finished off her drink and leaned over, laying across my lap with her feet up on the couch. Seizing the chance, I started playing with her pubic hair. Much to my surprise, she parted her legs slightly and snuggled into my lap.

We looked over at Reese and Carol, she was quietly trying to shove his massive cock down her throat. He had his head back, enjoying her expertise.

While Karen watched the show, I slipped a finger into her rapidly moistening pussy, causing her to whimper softly. Moving slowly, I explored her slick folds and soon found her swollen clit, stroking it softly.

By this point, I had her purring like a contented kitten.

She spread her legs further, allowing me better access, so I increased my efforts. Soon she was squirming and moaning, approaching orgasm.

Reese was, by now, making very similar noises as Carol worked her magic on him. She bobbed up and down on his swollen member, moving faster than I thought possible. Reese just moaned, his mouth hanging open.

Not long after, Reese stiffened, grunted and exploded in Carol’s greedy mouth. In expert fashion, she swallowed everything, not missing even 1 drop.

Seeing this, Karen came, shaking, as her pussy clamped on my fingers. She convulsed for several seconds, then sighed and went almost instantly to sleep. It had, after all been a long day.

I cautiously removed myself from the couch and stood up, sporting a raging hard-on. I went to the bedroom and got a blanket and covered up Karen.

When I was done, I looked over at Reese and Carol. They were cuddling on their couch. Carol was leering at my cock, practically drooling.

“See something you like?” I k**ded.

Carol stood, walked over to me and stuck her tongue down my throat. She reached down and stroked my dick, making me jump. “Karen’s out cold, and he’s
done for awhile.” She purred in my ear. “Can you show a girl a good time?”

I looked over to Reese. He just smiled.

“What’s your pleasure?” I leered, leaning down to suckle a nipple.

She just pushed me down onto the couch, and grinned. “Lay down and shut up.” She commanded.

Rather unceremoniously, she straddled my head and shoved her dripping pussy onto my face. “Put that tongue to good use.” She stated.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and jammed my tongue into her love tunnel. She grabbed my head and shrieked, clamping her thighs tightly around me.

Starting slowly, I licked and probed her inner bits, causing her to pant and squirm. Picking up the pace, I really started working her over, biting and nibbling her clit.

It didn’t take long before she shudder and came, coating my face with her love honey. I couldn’t hear how much noise she made with her thighs crushing my head, but she’s never quiet.

Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs and beckoned. “Your turn.” She purred.

By this point I was so worked up, I’d have fucked her without her asking. I threw her legs over my shoulders and slammed my cock into her warm, wet pussy, reigniting her passion and making her squeal.

“Fuck me good.” She panted. “You know you want to.” “Make me cum again.”

With that encouragement, I pounded her cunt, putting everything I had into it. Carol grunted every time I hit bottom, her tits bouncing with each thrust. God that woman’s sexy!!

Soon I had her howling like a banshee, piledriving my meat spike into her sopping slit. She was thrashing around, nearly throwing both of us off the couch.

Much sooner than I would have liked, she went stiff, gasped and came. A few strokes later, I came as well, pumping her abused pussy full of my hot semen, then I collapsed onto her, panting and sweating.

When I regained my senses, I was laying on Carol’s tits while she stroked my hair. “You OK?” She asked.

“Girl, you’re gonna kill me.” I gasped. “But I’ll go willingly.” I flicked my tongue over a nipple and smiled.

“Reese, I’m alot impressed and a little jealous.” I chuckled. “How in the hell do you keep up with her?”

“I don’t, I just hold on and hope she doesn’t kill me.” He laughed. “Oh, and sometimes I get help.”

“I’m done.” I stated. “When are we leaving in the morning?”

“About 6AM I figure.” He answered.

Karen had regained consciousness, so I collected her and we went to bed. I think we were both asleep within seconds.

6AM came too soon. I managed to get up without waking Karen, grabbed clothes, got a quick shower and went looking for Reese.

I found him in the kitchen. “Sleep well?” He laughed.

“Oh yeah.” I answered. “Just not long enough.” “Carol still out?”

“Yes.” He smiled. “You really rang her chimes last night.” “She didn’t even m***** me afterwards.”

“Wow.” I mused. “So she not insatiable.”

Reese just grinned. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “She’s been fucking me silly just knowing you and Karen were coming.”

“Still.” I waved my hand at him.

“Yeah.” He lamented. “Maybe were getting too old for this.”

“Not while I still have a heartbeat.” Carol spat, rounding the corner.

Surprised, we both turned to face her.

“Morning beautiful.” Reese said, sweeping Carol up into a hug and kiss.

“Good Morning to both of you.” She returned. “Karen still asleep?” Turning to me.

“Yeah.” I answered. “Between the flight and the time zone boogie, she’s wiped.”

“I’ll take good care of her while you two are gone.” She smiled. “Be careful.”

Reese and I collected our stuff and hit the road. Reese drove first while I napped, getting a little more much needed sleep. When I woke up we were about 1-1/2 hours from our destination.

“Need me to drive?” I inquired.

“That would be nice.” He responded. “We need to stop for fuel and I need to piss something awful, you can take over then.”

“Works for me.” I said.

I took the wheel and followed the nav to our destination. The officer I had spoken to met us there, and after checking the title to the car, and completing some paperwork, he opened the overhead door and I pulled the truck in.

The building was HUGE. There were at least 50-60 cars just in this section. My car was toward the back, requiring backing down the aisle for some distance.

“We don’t have any keys.” The officer said. “We found hundreds of keys when we searched the premises, you’re welcome to look through them.”

Reaching into my pocket, I smiled. “No Thanks.” “I brought my own.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Reese laughed.

I walked up to the car and lovingly patted her on the fender. “Hello girl, remember me?” I whispered, my eyes welling with tears. “It’s been awhile.”

I opened the door and sat in the seat, automatically slipping the key into the ignition. It turned, but nothing happened of course, the battery was long dead.

The interior looked just as I remembered, just dirtier and the odometer only showed about 3000 miles more than when I had it. Apparently they didn’t drive it much.

I got out and walked to the front and opened the trunk. Jesus!, my stuff was still in there, my books, my toolbox, everything. He didn’t even bother having a trunk key made.

I walked around the car, trying to see through the dust and cobwebs. She didn’t look too bad. Dry storage had been good to her. All the rubber, the seals, tires and such were shot, but all that is easily replaced. Out back, I inspected the engine, it was not stuck, she might still run with a little TLC. Hell, the oil filter still had the date on it where I did the last oil change. 2/23/88.

“Near as I can tell, they stole it, drove it here and parked it.” I told the officer. “I don’t know why they bothered.”

We loaded the car, making sure she was well restrained and headed home.

We got back to Reese’s about 8PM, a bit later than expected, but I didn’t want to push it too hard, we had precious cargo.

We had the car unloaded before the girls came out, putting it in the last slot of Reese’s garage.

I immediately pulled out a hose and started washing 30+ years worth of crap off my baby. She looked much better clean.

After a thorough inspection, she seemed to be pretty solid. The paint was thin in some spots, but it was original, and if it cleaned up reasonably well, I’d leave it alone.

Putting down my tools, I sat back in the drivers seat, then overwhelmed by 30 year of anger and frustration, I began to bawl like a baby. Up to this point everyone had left me alone, knowing I needed to be, but I was sobbing so loudly, they all came to see what was going on.

Seeing me, Karen knelt next to me and laid her head on my chest, holding my hand. Carol got in the passenger seat and held my other hand, her head on my shoulder. Reese just stood looking lost.

When I’d finally vented all my pain, I wiped my face and smiled. I hugged Karen and Carol and got out of the car. I pulled Karen to me, nearly crushing her. “I’ve got her back.” I croaked. “I still can’t believe it.”

By now Carol had rounded the car and I pulled her into a group hug. I looked over to Reese and motioned him in as well. “Thanks to all of you, I’d couldn’t have done it without your help.”

We had a quiet dinner and went to bed early, I was emotionally wiped and really just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I fell asleep with Karen’s head on my chest and a very large grin on my face.

Next morning was a rather jovial affair, all were in high spirits and the girls had made a fabulous breakfast. We talked and laughed, remembering old times and new.

When we were done, Reese and I went into Vegas. I needed to buy part, lots of parts. I had every intention of driving the 912 by the end of the day, if it was possible.

We got back about noon, around $1000 lighter and he and I started working. Reese isn’t much of a mechanic, but he follows directions well.

I got her up on jack stands the night before so I could take the wheels with us and get new tires. I bought brakes, fluids, a battery, plugs, points, wires, oil and filter, and much more. Most of the work would be parts replacement, I let Reese do that. I focused on the engine. I stripped off all the old parts, then checked the compression. Surprisingly, it was in spec on 3 of 4 cylinders and the 4th was only just below. Promising!

After the engine was done, I pulled the gas tank. It would need professional cleaning, so I’d run it on a gas can for now.

Then I tackled the brakes. I was itching to try to fire the engine, but I knew I’d try to drive it if I did. Gotta have brakes.

It was well into the evening when I’d replaced everything I could, and had the brakes bled. Now, will she run?

I disconnected the coil and turned the engine over, I wanted to see if she’d make oil pressure. After several seconds, the needle on the gauge started to rise. YES!!

I reconnected the coil, and turned the key again. For several agonizing seconds, nothing, then she sputtered. After several more seconds, she caught and ran for about 10 seconds. I fiddled with the carb and the timing, then hit the key again. She caught immediately and ran reasonably well, sputtering every so often.

I let her run for awhile, warming up, exercising for the first time in decades. When she’d made temp, I set the timing and made the final adjustment to the carb. She was running like a sewing machine. I was beyond happy!!

“Hop in and lets see if she’ll move.” I told Reese.

I pushed in the clutch, cautiously put her in first and started easing off the clutch.

She moved!!! She fucking moved!!!

Pulling out of the garage, I headed down the driveway, grinning like I’d hit the lottery.

I didn’t want to push her too hard, so I kept her under 50, working up slowly, testing systems as I went.

After 20-30 minutes, the gas can was getting low so we headed back. So far everything seems to work, but I want to get her back home where I can really go through everything.

Again the girls had a wonderful meal waiting for us upon our return. We both hit a quick shower before we ate, then we all retired to the sunroom to talk.

Carol had whipped up some fruity concoction for her and Karen. Reese And I stayed with bourbon. I took a taste of Karen’s drink, and wasn’t surprised to find it more booze than fruit. I think we’re in for trouble.

We were drinking and getting increasingly silly, I was pawing Karen’s tits pretty frequently when she wasn’t shaking them at everybody, and both the girls were torturing Reese by bending over in front of him, or making suggestive comments.

Carol was being uncharacteristically restrained for the most part, but she was just looking for her opening.

Karen was pretty tipsy, and had u*********sly started playing with her pussy, nothing serious, just running her fingers through her pubic hair, occasionally dipping a finger inside, but only rarely. I don’t even think she realized she was doing it.

Reese had noticed, and had a raging hard-on, obviously, he still had a thing for Karen. Carol noticed too, I could see it in her eyes. She was up to something.

Making her move, Carol came over and sat next to Karen, pulling her fingers from her lap and sticking them in her mouth, licking off Karen’s juice.

Then she ran her fingers through Karen’s wet slit, making her moan softly, then licked her fingers clean as well.

Karen reclined on the couch and spread her thighs, inviting Carol in. Carol leaned down and kissed Karen’s pussy, then tenderly slipped her tongue between Karen’s swollen labia and started licking her intimate petals.

Karen sighed and played with Carol’s hair, twirling it between her fingers, while Carol continued eating her.

Carol increased her attack on Karen’s pussy, eliciting moans and squeaks from her. She was really getting into her task, it would appear she learned alot watching me.

As Karen’s passion rose, she motioned me over to her. I moved next to her, and she reached out and grabbed my aching cock, pulling it into her mouth.

As she got more excited, she sucked me more urgently and soon we were both rapidly approaching orgasm.

Carol was really going at Karen, licking her from bottom to top and sticking her fingers in when she could.

Karen was starting to writhe and moan, but she never stopped sucking my rod.

Finally, she could take no more. She arched her back, sighed deeply and came, shaking and quivering for over a minute, before finally calming down.

Carol sat up, licked Karen’s juice off her face, then walked over to Reese, straddled his lap and impaled herself on his upright erection, sinking balls deep, orgasming almost instantly.

When she recovered, she started slamming herself down on Reese’s swollen dick, smacking him in the face with her bouncing tits.

Karen had stopped sucking me when she came, and now pulled me on top of her. “Fuck me please.” She moaned

I kissed her smiling. “With pleasure my love.”

Looking down, I saw her matted red pubic hair, wet with her own juices. I ran my cock through her slit a couple time to get some lubrication, then plunged into her. She groaned and pulled me into her. “Yesss…” She hissed. “Hard, Fuck me hard.”

I looked over and got a good view of Reese’s cock stretching Carol’s pussy as she slammed herself onto him, driving both of them towards climax.

Returning to my task, I started drilling Karen’s overheated pussy, relishing the feeling of her hot, wet depths. Especially enthralling were her tits, bouncing and jiggling as I pounded her cunt. I never grow tired of that sight.

I was lost in my lust, when Carol screamed and came, finally undone by Reese’s massive member. Shortly after, he grunted and came, blasting her insides full of his sticky, white goo.

Karen came as well, moaning and clawing at my back, but I was far from done. After all that stimulation, I really started pounding her, making her tits shake so violently, she nearly hit herself in the chin with them.

“Oh GOD!!” She gasped. “OHHH….GG-OO-DD…” “I’m cuuuuuaaaaaAAAAA…” She convulsed and orgasmed a second time.

Still I fucked her, not ready to be done.

By this point, she was orgasming every 30-45 seconds, screaming, begging me to cum in her pussy. “P-pleas-se c-cummm.” “I-I can’ttt tttake mmuchh mmore.”

Unable to hold out any longer, I screamed, and orgasmed, exploding into her spasming cunt, pumping her full of semen.

I pulled out and sat at her feet watching my cum ooze from her raw, clenching pussy, pleased with my performance. It would be a full 30 minutes before she would be functional. Well, she did ask me to fuck her hard.

“I think you killed her.” Reese chuckled. “But I’m pretty sure she died happy.”

Karen feebly flipped him off.

When she was able to move, I sc****d Karen up from the couch, dragged her to our room, showered her and put her to bed. I showered and followed her, sleeping like the dead.

I woke the next morning with Karen still sleeping next to me. “Last time I ask you to fuck me hard.” She mumbled.

“Thought you were still asleep.” I grinned. “Did you get what you wanted?”

“And then some.” She sneered. “What the hell got into you?”

“I don’t know.” I puzzled. “Must be getting the car back, reliving my youth maybe?”

“Oh shit.” She spat. “You’re gonna kill me for sure.”

“Nonsense.” I chuckled. “Now up with you, let’s see if our hosts are up.”

Of course, Carol was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Karen joined her and they puttered about, chatting happily.

Reese staggered in 15 minutes later looking like 5 miles of bad road.

“Christ.” I gasped. “What the hell happened to you?”

“After that performance last night.” He moaned. “She wanted one of equal merit.” “I gave it to her, but …”

Carol swooped in behind Reese, hugging him and laughing. “You were wonderful.” “Same time tonight?”

“See what you’ve done.” Reese lamented. “She’s gonna fuck me to death and it’s all your fault.”

By this point, even Karen was having a difficult time not laughing out loud.

We ate breakfast, trying to massage Reese’s bruised ego, then retired to our room to do some light packing. We were flying home later today. This was all the time I could manage on short notice.

Karen seemed preoccupied with something, lost in thought. “What’s on your mind.” I asked. “You seem distracted.”

“We’re going home today and I haven’t had a go at Reese yet.” She stated. “Would you mind if I jumped him before we left.”

“Well it would only be fair.” I grinned. “After you fell asleep our first day here, I did succumb to Carol’s charms.”

“I figured as much.” She giggled. “She does like that tongue of yours.”

“If you can talk him into it, I’m fine with it.” I said.

“Oh, that won’t be a problem.” She beamed. “You see how he still looks at me.”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “That red haired pussy of yours is simply irresistible.”

She smacked my arm and scowled. “I’d like to think he sees me as more than that.”

“I’m sure he does.” I mused, rubbing my arm. “But you must admit, he’s really fascinated by it.” “Well, that and your tits, he loves those too.”

“Package deal.” She grinned.

When we returned to the sunroom, Reese and Carol were having a quiet conversation. When Reese saw Karen, he blushed lightly and turned away.

“See I told you.” Karen whispered into my ear. “He’s already asked her if it’s OK.”

“Do you ever get tired of being right?” I chuckled.

“Not even a little bit.” She smiled. “Now watch while I reel him in.”

She sat on the couch across from Reese, absent-mindedly splaying her legs, exposing her pussy to him.

His reaction was immediate. He had a massive erection in seconds and didn’t even try to hide it, not that he could.

I looked at Carol, she just winked and grinned. I winked back and nodded.

Karen then locked eyes with Reese and stuck a finger in her pussy. She pulled it out slowly, then examined it closely, smiled and pointed it at Reese. “Want some?”

Reese practically dove across the room, burying his face in Karen’s huge tits, sucking one nipple then the other.

After his tit fetish was sated, Reese kissed his way down her belly. Karen leaned back and spread her legs further. I must admit, the view was incredible.

Reese stopped briefly, admiring the sight. “You are simply breathtaking.” He gasped. Then he stuck his tongue into her.

Karen moaned, grabbing Reese’s head as he made contact with her erect clit. He gave it a good lick, making her squirm and quiver. He tongued her for a short time, then stood up, and laid her back on the couch.

She spread her legs wide and beckoned him in.

Reese rubbed himself in her juices until he was well covered, then slowly slid into her waiting cunt.

He stopped once he hit bottom, allowing her to acclimate to his size, then started moving in and out, slowly increasing speed, until, in a short time, he was pistoning
into her with abandon, fucking her furiously, his balls slapping her ass.

Karen was nearly screaming as Reese reamed the living daylights out of her pussy. Fucking her with such intensity, I feared he might hurt her, but from the sounds she was making, she definitely was not in pain.

With such a show going on, I wasn’t surprised when Carol came over and sat on my dick, facing away from me, so she could watch her husband bang my wife. I could feel her playing with herself as she fucked me, obviously very stimulated by what she was seeing.

Carol came quickly, moaning softly and covering my dick with her honey. I in turn, grunted and filled her cunt with my seed, then pulled her back onto my chest, both of us continuing to watch our spouses fuck each other silly.

Karen had blown through one orgasm and was rapidly approaching a second one, Reese was fucking her good, inspired by her assets.

Karen was panting as Reese pounded her. “Cum with me this time Reese.” She moaned. “Don’t let me cum alone.”

In just a few minutes, Karen went stiff, gasped and came and Reese was right there with her, grunting like a feral pig and pumping a load into her cunt.

Reese rolled off Karen, panting and wheezing. Carol and I watched the cum dribble from her pussy and puddle on the couch.

“I didn’t think he had that much left in him.” Carol chuckled. “I thought I’d fucked him dry.”

“Guess not.” I laughed. “But then again, Karen’s pussy will do that.”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” Karen spat. “Would one of you mind getting me something to clean up with.” “If I stand up I think I’ll leave slime trail like a snail.”

Carol tossed her a dishtowel from the kitchen and Karen cleaned the cum from her pussy and pubic hair. Sitting up, she smiled and patted Reese’s head. “Get what you needed?”

“Yes, thank you.” He panted, still winded from his performance. “I just can’t get enough of that pussy of yours.” “And I love watching those tits bob and weave when I pound you.”

“Glad I could help.” She giggled.

“OK Reese.” I grinned. “You messed her up, you clean her up.” “Hit the shower you two.”

Reese grinned and pulled Karen off the couch. “Let’s go.”

“Well.” Carol mused. “Same for me?”

“Absolutely.” I grinned.

I fucked Carol one more time in the shower and later found out Karen and Reese did the same, but everybody was clean by the time we had to leave.

Carol hugged and kissed both of us and said her goodbyes, then Reese took us to the airport.

For the time being, the car will stay there. I have to make arrangements to have it shipped, but first, I have to add on to my garage so it’ll have somewhere to live.

Boy do I have a story to tell Janelle.