Insatiable at Work Ch. 14: Weekend

Yeeaaah...I'm stretchin' it...fuck...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...I'll make ya bigger...stretch'it...make't bigger...fuckin' bigger!"

Bryan watched and cheered, as his wife and I fucked like animals. "Fuck that tight pussy...dude, she's all yours...fuck'er, dude...give'er all that big dick...she needs it!" I kept pounding, harder and harder, pulling out a wet glaze of sex, with each stroke. I glanced over to see him stroking and watching...watching us fuck...I was even more turned on. "Yer husband is so fuckin' hot...look at that muscle!"

She and I look at each other and grin, "Honey, I know...he's totally fuck-able...look at that dick...mmmm...that body...that ass...he's all hot!" His reply was only a smile; he just continued to watch her little body, jerk and bob, with every thrust of my heaving body.

Her attention quickly shifted back to satisfying her needs; she got down on her pussy and rubbed for just a few minutes, before I felt her tense, clench tight and cum all over me. "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fu...ck meeeeeeee...fuckkkk meeeeeeeeee!" The euphoria wracked her body, wave after wave, and I just kept pumping while Bryan watched me fuck his beautiful wife. "Fuck her...fuck'er...fuck that tight pussy...make'r cum...she's cumming...she's cumming!" Both, Tara and Bryan were lovin' it...lovin' our weekend together.

"Honey...I'm gonna...do it...gonna give ya another...another load...fuck!" Hungering for my own relief, I leaned forward, grabbed to pull myself deep and spilled jizz into her belly. I left it in and tried to recover..."That's it...don't take it out...keep it in me, let me feel it...mmmmm...that thing's sweet."

After catching our breath, she squeezed me with her pussy and cum dripped out around my dick...she scooped from between her legs and popped the fingers into her mouth. She smiled, "Mmmmm...yummmmyyyy! My boys...taste good...one of the best breakfasts ever!"

I took the hint, pulled out and moved over to slide my cum-soaked dick through her lips. Teasing and rubbing back and forth, I smeared her face. She struggled to get it all...so I pushed into her mouth. After she seemed done, I pulled out and pushed back between her legs to fuck into the cum. Once I had another dick-full, I pushed back into her mouth...she licked me clean and swallowed, again. Bryan still watching every move, I repeated myself several times, moving sex from her pussy to her tongue, over and over. Finally it became too much to ignore and he decided to help...they both licked and loved on my dick. I closed my eyes and just let the satisfaction take over. "Fuck! Mmmmm...do ya think this's why I'm bi?" "Fuckin'...never get enough of this!"

It took a while, but we did, finally, get out that morning. We walked a short distance to the Green Line, because it would drop us off right next to the conservatory. Tara and I were both exuberant (of course)...and we were starting to rub off on Bryan. Nothing new...but he was definitely expressing some major interest in the Desert House...he was getting into cacti and succulents. Inhaling deeply, as we entered the palm house, all that life-giving breath of a conservatory. It was designed as a picturesque, tropical landscape. Graceful palms, integrated with a lush tropical understory, soar up to an enormous vaulted ceiling. The size of the trees is amazing...even breathtaking. We stood just inside the front entrance and looked up at the structure, you could see it's shaped like an elongated berm; Jensen wanted to pay respect to the Midwest and pattern it after a haystack. When we got to the Desert House, Bryan had his phone out, shooting photo after photo. It houses an amazingly diverse collection, all the bizarre shapes and textures, from tiny living stones to century plants and saguaro. "Guys, this's just amazing! Look at this...they have special tours to spotlight night-blooming cactus."

She smiled, "Honey, that is cool, we'll have to do that...let's ask when they bloom...what time of the year...we need to do it."

When we walked into the thick humidity of the Fern Room, it was rich, green and lush with a dense jungle of ferns and cycads. The stonework and pool was layered with moss and ferns. This exhibit was intended to recreate a glimpse of what the region might've looked like millions of years ago.

Bryan was quick to point out, "It is all Jurassic...they should have dinosaurs...probably traumatize the shit out of kids, though."

"Buddy, you're right...I think it could use dinosaurs...really big dinosaurs."

I heard Tara over on the other side, "Cool...check out the tree fern...it's huge!"

"I know it's amazing...Cyathea...cooperi...I've always wanted one for the collection. It would be perfect for a shaded corner of the Conservatory. They can get big, but I think we got the room.

"Rob, over there...the big Zamia...uh...Cardboard Palm. They're dioecious, right?"

"Yea...it must be male."

She giggles and jokes, "Honey, I need to take picture of this...he looks well endowed."

I laugh, "He is, but the female cones are bigger...I think."

We lingered and took loads of pictures; even spoke to some staff and arranged for some plant exchanges later in the month. That afternoon, we had plenty of time before the game, so an early dinner at a pub, near the arena, worked perfect. The street was full of activity...drunken parties, bike taxis, jerseys and chanting fans. It was the complete scene...and amazing fun. Bryan and I had to have some arena nachos, after the second period...good timing for bathrooms and another beer. Anyway, we won the game; it was just fucking amazing...being there. We needed to burn some time, while the crowd thinned, and decided to grab another beer at the pub, where we had dinner.

Once we finished our beer(s), the crowd had dispersed and there were cabs available to take us back to the hotel. We weren't done celebrating so we stopped at the hotel bar, again...it was perfect for an after-game cocktail. It was a little more laid-back than the bars by the arena, but they all had been watching and celebrating, too...the win was a huge deal for the city.

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That next morning, we really had to get things done and get on the road. So...we had to pass on the usual order of business...sadly, morning wood had to wait. We got everything packed, ready to go to the car and went out for a quick breakfast. It was just a little ways down the street...with everything ready, we could leave as soon as we got back to the hotel.

Walking back, Bryan decided he'd drive...which is cool. Once we got out of the traffic, T was all flirty and messing with us...she was craving that morning wood. We were fucking around and grabbing at each other, until she smiled at me, "I think somebody's got a stiffie! I think my cute hubbie has a big, big stiffie!"

"Girl, I think you need to take care of your husband."

"Got a better idea...I think we both should take care of my husband. What d'ya think?"

I smiled, "Let's do it!"

She was quick to claim dibs, "My turn first, though...I wanna pull it out!"

"I like tuggin' him out...mmmmm...he's got such a beautiful dick...honey, you got a beautiful dick...you know that?"

"I've been told that before, sweetie."

I teased, "Bryan, you really do have a beautiful dick."

She was sitting in the middle so she worked his pants down and started pushing it through her lips. Bryan managed to set the cruise...it makes getting a blowjob a helluva lot easier.

"Look at it...mmmm...big...hard...cock!"

"I know...he's fucking hot...I love push'n it over my lips...feels good...that big meat."

She sits back, to give me a go...she watches me take it, almost down to his pubes and then slide off to savor the very tip between my lips. Up and down, faster and deeper, she could almost feel it pumping into her own throat. I was worshipping his dick the same way she did; we both loved the way it felt...the way it tasted...the way it filled our mouths. We switched back and forth, sharing him for probably 15 or 20 miles. Just before he started to stiffen and buck his hips up to meet her lips, I managed to pull my pants off...to stroke. Watching her work was fucking sweet..."Fuckin' coat her throat! Dude! That's it...pump that load in there. Give her a good one!"

He screamed, fuckin' cummmming...cummmming...uhhhh...uhhhh...yessssss...fuck...cummmmming! While all this was happening, I watched the wheel, keeping us between the lines. I'd have to say he did pretty damned good, though, wedging the wheel against his knee.

As soon as he was done, she turned, "Now, honey, let's do you! I wanna pull a load out of this beast...ya gotta cum, soon." She flipped herself around to squeeze onto the floor, between my legs...it was an acrobatic move that briefly mooned Bryan...and probably a few passing cars. He smooched her ass and gave her a score, "Honey you're getting a perfect 10, from this judge." She did thump her head on the dash, but went right back to focus on cock, taking it back into her mouth.

"Nice recovery, honey!"

Not missing a beat and playing along, "If blowjobs do become a sporting event, I'm fucking ready...it's my favorite!"

I said, "Mine too."

"And mine too," Bryan laughed. "But, I want to be part of the coaching staff."

She pulled off, laughing, "I need to train...and I need a lot of time, with both my coaches."

"Mmmmmmmm"...when she moaned, the muffled sounds reverberated through my dick. Her eyes got big, as I held her head solidly and pumped. She loved having a man, hard, pulsing and fucking into her mouth. Bryan had muttered something about wanting in the game, but I really didn't notice anything till I looked up and we're surrounded by corn...he was driving down a dirt road, into some cornfield.

Tara notices, "Shitttt...where're you going?"

"Just getting us a little privacy."

When we came to a stop, you could barely see the road and T said, "Mmmmm...let's use the backseat...can I sit on yer face, honey!"

"Yessss...always!"

We jumped out of the car and I laid down on the backseat; she was giddy and stripping off clothes. She flung them onto the hood, jumped in the car and straddled my face. Even though he had just been satisfied, Bryan was watching, with great interest, and stroking hard. Her pussy was wet and a little shiny from arousal; I remember the lips seemed puffy and little pinker from the weekend...she'd always call it cock burn. It was a good kind of pain; after all, we had been fucking for two days! Because of the sensitivity, I tried to take it easy and be more careful. My bearded chin lightly brushed her privates...I made sure there was little pressure on her clit and my tongue gently washed, back and forth, through her lips.

I raised her off to moan, "Mmmmm...love your taste...fuckin' love that juice!" Maintaining my delicate and soothing attack on her pussy, she started to press into me, wiggling and rolling her hips over my face. "Mmmmmmm, yesssss...eat me...eat meeeee!" I had my tongue dancing over her dripping girl-meat. We carried on, moaning and grunting, till my tongue was nearly paralyzed from numbness and she pulls off to scream, "Cummmmming cummming...fuckin cummmmmmming...cummmmmingggggg...tha's it...fuck...cummmmm...cummmmming!" I just kept licking till she finished and catches her breath to say, "Sweetie, yer not done...trade me places?"

"You got it!" As she laid across the seat, she spread her legs, "This's gonna be fun...it's just like parking in high school!"

I pushed her legs up into the air and Bryan came through the other door, "Let me help." He pulled them back and pushed her ankles down near her shoulders, nearly folding her in half. He held her there, in that position and smiled, "There ya go...now, you can fuck'er good!"

I slapped myself over her lips and over her ass. She squealed when I jabbed and rubbed her clit. After the teasing, I pushed deep to stab at her cervix, "Ohhhhh...honey! That's what I need! Fuck me...hard...fuck me hard! I want all that big dick...give it to me...fuck me...fuck meeeeee!"

My hips were slapping at her ass, "Uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck...uhhhh...fuck, that's tight!"

"Fuck'er...dude...fuck'er...drop that load...feed her that big dick...she loves it!"

Now, pounding hard and grunting with each stroke, I only lasted a few more minutes, before things started building. "Gonna cum...fuck...gonna cummmmm...cummmmming...cummming!"

It was a little tight in the backseat, but when I pulled out, he let go of her ankles and she straightened out to give me space. "Let's see it, buddy...do it...spray it...spray it...soak'r with a big load...do it!"

I screamed, "Cummmming...uhhhh...uhhhh...cummmming!" It squirted over her tits and rolled down my hand.

"Yeeessssss...yesssssss...give me all that good Robbie cream...wanna feel it...feel that heat! Give me all that good stuff! Mmmmmmmm...that's it!" She reached out to stroke it a little, before raising up to suck. With a big, satisfied grin and peppered with cum, she looked up, "Whoa...that's one amazing dick...how's that, hon?"

Surrounded with a thick growth of field corn, the air was rich with humidity and buzzing crickets. We were both covered in sweat, but I finally pulled in a big, deep breath and exhaled, "Fuckkk...you got a gold, sweetie...but this's hockey...a hockey weekend...maybe, you get a cup!"

Bryan laughs, "Dude, we are serious geeks...but she really does deserve a trophy...a gold cock...maybe? That's it, Tara...a gold cock...we'll get you gold cock trophy!"

She giggles, "You know...I think we are geeks...but geeks are hot...and I'd love to have a gold cock trophy. I could sit it on the mantle."

While I helped her out, she continued, "But, seriously, I feel like I already have my trophies...right here, with you two." We both, wrapped our arms around her and softly, kissed her face. I replied, "Sweetie, we have a trophy, too."

Bryan added, "Honey, you're our trophy...I had the best time."

She answered, "Me, too, sweetie! And...we're doing this next weekend, again...right?"

Then he grins in my direction, "T's right...dude, you are a trophy...with a trophy-cock! "

I grinned, "I had a great weekend, too...thanks guys!"