Good Therapy for Us All

Allie stood, straightening her sundress as she crossed the floor. She straddled his knees and pressed up against Ludi's back. Conrad's pulse pounded as Allie leaned forward, cheek-to-cheek with Ludi. She ran her open hands over Ludi's breasts, cupping them. Kissing Ludi's ear, she peered down. "I'll do my best," she offered. "You sure you don't mind?"

It took every iota of concentration Conrad could muster to shake his head. His peering eyes watched Allie's hand rub over Ludi's belly and down, scratching manicured red fingernails into the scruff of her bush. As Allie circled her clitoris, Ludi let out a low moan. Her inners contracted, squeezing his tortured manhood in an oozing hug as a spray of thankful reward splashed over his pelvis. As Allie kissed her neck, she moaned aloud and gushed again, washing his balls. Resting her chin on Ludi's shoulder, Allie's gaze sparkled with confidence. "Come in her," she demanded.

Ludi turned her head and pressed her lips to Allie's. As their hair meshed and their cheeks quivered, he heard Dave clear his throat in the background. No one paid him any heed as Ludi rocked her sloshing pelvis in wanton desire. Amidst the sopping sounds and coos of delight, ripples pulsed along the underside of Conrad's hilt, growing stronger by the moment. His jewels joined the blissful symphony, crackling with orgasmic voltage as the pulses grew to thumps.

He wailed as his rock-hard shaft jolted, firing the first salvo of his delightful deluge. A bevy of elated spasms followed, pounding through his pole and irrigating the ever-moving tissue of Ludi's living vault. She broke the kiss and lunged forward, pressing her breasts against his pectorals and squealing over his shoulder. Conrad let out a final grunt as his heaving head finished emptying the contents of his sac.

Ludi dismounted and scrambled between his knees, diving over his still oozing tip and sucking him back to life. Pulses of pleasure throbbed back into his length as she wiped the sheen from his shaft. He moaned as the chiseled markings of his veins showed between her glossy lips. Still gasping for air, he looked up to see Allie standing naked, dropping her sundress on the floor. "Feeling better?" she asked, twirling her panties on her finger.

Ludi hummed on his re-hardened appendage, then released it with a giggle. She climbed onto the sofa beside him and spread her legs, leaning against his side as Allie stepped over and stood before her. "Dave never touched me," she admitted, kneeling between Ludi's spread legs.

"Whu-what's going on?" asked Conrad.

"The whole thing was my idea," confessed Ludi. "I approached Allie because I thought you'd be a great couple to share sensual passions with. She explained your compulsion with having your goo gobbled and why she doesn't do it for you. We chatted and came up with an idea."

"You tricked me!"

"We communicated. Something you boys never seem to get the hang of. We staged the whole thing, starting with the conversation at the party."

"Even the argument," confessed Allie, peering at the pearly ribbon flowing from Ludi's gaping cleft. "You're predictable, Conrad. We're predictable. When Ludi approached me, I figured...why not be unpredictable?" Digging her nose into Ludi's bushy crown, she hummed.

"She played you quite well," tendered Ludi. "She even got you to cheat on her before Dave ever touched her."

"You set me up!"

Allie looked up with glistening lips. "You wanted me to swallow your seed," she quipped. "That's what I'm doing."

Dave tossed off his clothes like they were on fire. He stomped across the room and knelt behind Allie, resting his throbbing red knob in the cleavage of her buttocks. "Since you saw fit to have your way with my wife," he proposed, "I figure I'm entitled."

Allie giggled into Ludi's pelvis as Dave pressed his bone-hard beam into position. She squealed as he rocked his hips forward. Conrad had no valid complaint to make. Ludi lay beside him, teeming with his seed as Allie took back a share. Rather than pine over the thought of Dave mating with his wife, he decided to witness the event take place. As Dave broke into lustful cadence, Conrad knelt on the sofa, presenting his engorged tool to Ludi. Peering through her thick lenses, she offered, "Glad you saw the benefit."

"It's good therapy for us all," he replied as she wrapped her lips around his girth. With Ludi's mouth bathing him in ecstasy, he watched Dave's loins bump Allie's buttocks in lustful cadence. "Come in her, Dave," he urged.

"No!" blurted Allie. "Get on the sofa!"

Dave complied, stopping mid-stroke and sitting on the cushion. He leaned back as Allie scampered between his knees. She grasped his glistening shaft and ordered, "Get in me, Conrad!"

Ludi gave Conrad's bulb a kiss. "Hang on, handsome," she insisted, sliding onto the floor and propping herself beneath Allie's shimmering slit.

Conrad straddled Ludi's torso and grasped Allie's waist. With a lustful groan, he thrust his hips forward, reaming her inner tissues as he buried his cock to the hilt. Allie lunged over Dave and squealed onto his brazen shaft, waving her hair over his lap. Her sopping crevice sloshed from its previous interaction as Conrad recoiled. Every few thrusts, Conrad paused to let Ludi's playful tongue flick his dangling jewels.

Allie straightened her back to ease his access to her heavenly hollow and better accommodate its insemination. Blissful tingles of orgasmic voltage grew to pangs of surrender as his hilt pulsated. Ludi's tongue played in perfect measure as his turret burst forth. Allie squealed onto Dave's staff as Conrad wailed, firing jets of viscous elation into the warm squeeze of her vessel. With a hardy bellow, he lunged forward and froze, heaving his waning spurts into a viscous pool in her depths.

Ludi moaned from beneath, lapping the overflow of his bountiful offering. Her antics drove three final bursts through his length and into Allie's well-seeded chamber. Watching her lips glide up and down the sculptured girth of Dave's staff, Conrad bellowed, "Come in her mouth!"

He could hardly believe he said it, which is why it seemed odder when he wailed it again, "Let go, Dave!"

Allie hummed in apparent approval as Dave let out a warning grunt. As her semen-filled love channel squeezed Conrad's shaft, he retreated to allow her joyful purge. Allie squealed as a burst of thankful reward sprayed over Ludi's neck and chest. After a second stream irrigated Ludi's cheeks, Conrad offered his glistening cock to her apple-red lips.

Engulfed in the warmth of Ludi's mouth, Conrad watched as Dave's thighs trembled, then went stiff. Allie squealed as he wailed long and loud. Beneath the wrap of her lips, the underside of his shaft undulated in rhythmic pumps. Allie fell silent, save for a gulp, then another as the outline of Dave's balls became visible. They sank in his sac as he let out another cry.

Allie released Dave's failing prowess and turned, falling against Conrad's chest. He tucked his chin and looked into her hazel eyes. No hint of Dave's blissful release remained, save for a shimmer that glossed her lips and the ripe scent of sperm on her breath.

****

Two months later, Conrad sat on the sofa in his living room, avoiding eye contact with Armand Freas, who sat in a chair across from him. To Conrad's left, Janine Freas leaned on the armrest, looking sullen as Allie paced back and forth in a red blouse and short denim skirt.

"I just don't know how to make it right," sobbed Janine. "I admitted what I did. That's all I can do."

"And that's just supposed to make it all go away?" asked Allie. "I think I should take Armand in front of you...make you watch as he plants his seed in the garden of my being."

"I-I dunno," stuttered Armand. "I'll learn to live with—"

"Live with what?" asked Allie. "The thought of your wife's legs wrapping around Conrad's backside? The image of her hands caressing his back as he leans onto his elbows and inseminates her? Can you live with that?" kneeling before him, she tugged at his belt and teased, "Or would you rather go home with the score even? I think it would be good therapy for us all."

Armand peered over at Janine. "Maybe it would," he insisted. "I should take her in front of both of you. It would serve you right."

"I'd understand if you did," sobbed Janine. "I'd feel better if you evened the score."

"No argument here," lamented Conrad. "As far as I'm concerned, you have every right."

"Damn straight I do," answered Armand, pulling off his t-shirt.

He lifted his hips as Allie pulled his pants and boxers off. His eyes squinted as she grasped his engorged cock and kissed the tip. As her blonde hair fell over his lap, the corners of his mouth dropped and a long moan escaped him.

Fifteen minutes later, Conrad and Janine watched as Allie's legs flailed and writhed, extending out from either side of Armand's backside. Falling forward onto his hands, Armand rocked his pelvis and froze. Allie's legs fell still in surrender as he cried out.

Janine gave Conrad a playful smile, wiggling her thighs and pushing her flowery dress between them. Allie's moan caught their attention. On the floor a few feet away, Armand's spent sac hung beneath him, resting on her buttocks. He withdrew slowly, revealing inch after inch of mocha-colored manhood, glazed in sperm. He flopped beside Allie and quipped, "Too bad you don't like the taste of cum, Janine. I left a lot inside her."

"I can see that," she answered, standing up. "Maybe I should give it another try."

"Might take me a while to brew another batch that size," he replied in a cocky tone. "Maybe if we go home now, you'll have some time to get my balls cookin'."

Janine dropped her dress and stepped out of it. Pulling her panties over her shiny black heels, she knelt between Allie's knees and peered at the pearly ribbon leaking from her labial gate. "This'll do just fine," she sassed. "I'll let Allie explain."

Conrad unbuttoned his shirt as Allie giggled.