CHILLING…

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CHILLING…Robert was high. We were all high, but Robert was REALLY high. Whatever strain my wife had brought home from the dispensary was super strong. Robert smokes dope on occasion, I don’t usually, but my wife is a stoner and a connoisseur … and she had surprised us with some bomb-ass indica or sativa something. I felt pretty baked, but Robert looked like he’d been caramelized … he was practically a puddle.We were all out on our back deck under the shade awning. The day was winding down, the light beginning to ease into that soft reddish Golden Hour glow before sunset. We’d fired up the bong to welcome Robert – he’d driven down after all. Plan had been to smoke some dope, have a soak in the hot tub, fuck my wife, and cook dinner … but my wife’s surprise had derailed the agenda.Now we were all chilling – sprawled out nude on our patio furniture. I sat in one of the two plush lounge chairs with my feet up on the coffee table, my wife slouched on the sofa across from me with her legs akimbo – giving me the full on gynecological view of her snatch and the base of a silicone plug in her ass – she was looking at her phone. Robert was stretched out on the sofa to my wife’s right kaçak iddaa – one foot resting on the ground and his other leg resting on the cushions along the back of the sofa, his ankle behind my wife’s head.I don’t know how long we’d been like that – an hour? I felt like I should get up and do something – prep the veg or turn on the grill, but the effort seemed huge and not really worth it. I don’t know what my wife was doing – probably messing around on social media. I thought Robert was asleep, but every once in a while he’d sigh contentedly and scratch his balls.After another several long minutes I said, “Well…” It was the first word any of us had said in a while and it was an effort for me.My wife said, “Well?” And put her phone down and looked at me.“Now what?” I said.My wife closed her knees and sat up, looked at Robert then at me, “Sorry … I fucked up.” She stretched languidly – reaching her arms high and bringing them back behind her head, she arched her back hard, pushing her breasts forward and her butt back, eyes tight shut. She sighed and relaxed, looking at me again. Casually, without looking away from me, she reached right and took hold of Robert’s limp prick. “I kaçak bahis don’t know you two are gonna recover before dark,” She said fondling Robert gently. “Might just put this one to bed early.”“Then what?” I asked.My wife shrugged and leaned sideways, shuffling and squirming, snuggling her way down between Robert’s open legs. She licked the end of his limp prick and then caressed the tip with her lips, pulling it gently into her mouth. “I don’t know,” She said, taking Robert’s limp prick deeper. She paused, licked her finger and (presumably, because I couldn’t see but am well familiar with her technique) eased it up Robert’s ass.Robert didn’t move, except to smirk slightly.She began to bob her head, moving slowly, taking Robert deeper with each bob of her head. She closed her eyes and went down all the way, burrowing her nose into Robert’s pubic hair. I could see the muscles working in her arm and felt certain she was wriggling the finger she’d pushed up Robert’s ass. She stayed there for a slow ten count, grinding her face into Robert’s crotch.Robert moaned softly.She inhaled deeply as she pulled back, sucking hard – her cheeks sunk in, as the shaft of Robert’s prick slid past illegal bahis her lips – hard now and wet with saliva. She released him and took hold of him with her free hand, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his helmet. She smiled mischievously as Robert finally opened his eyes. I could still see the muscles working in her arm and knew she was rubbing the finger in his ass against his prostate.Robert groaned.My wife gulped him down. In one motion she opened her throat and swallowed him whole, nose mashed into his pubes once again. Making a low gurgling noise deep in her throat.Robert grunted and moved slowly – taking hold of the back of her head. He held her and thrust pulsively, but slowly, pushing his hips up against her face, shoving his prick deeper down her throat. He closed his eyes again, “Fucking … God,” He groaned.I began to stroke my stiffening penis.Then, abruptly, Robert said, “That’s it…”My wife choked, heaved convulsively once, then again and fought back the urge. Then she moved her head carefully. Robert released her head, “God … damn … get it.”My wife gulped – swallowing, and slowly bobbed her head, pulling the last drop from Robert’s prick.“Jeezus,” Robert sighed.My wife squirmed and sat up. She smiled and wiped her chin. She looked over at me. And crawled forward towards me.I waggled my boner at her. “You gonna suck me off too?”“Don’t you want me to?”

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