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My wife moaned, and I looked over to see her licking her lips. Her face was covered in pussy juice. She beckoned me with her eyes, and then drew me into a passionate kiss. The scent of Christine's arousal and the tang of her juices on Jackie's lips made me growl into that kiss. I dipped down to lap more off my wife's chin, kissed her again, and then put my tongue to work seeking more of the bittersweet nectar.

Jackie turned my head and whispered into my ear, "You can have all you want in a minute when it's your turn to lick that pussy and make her scream."

"Oh my god," Christine said in a low, drawn out groan. I saw a shiver ripple through her. The nest of curls between her legs was slicked back away from her nether lips, which twitched from the contractions of her intimate muscles.

My wife gave my cock a quick caress, and then sauntered to the head of the exam table, where she leaned over to kiss the gorgeous doctor. Their hands roamed, and I let mine glide over Christine's smooth thighs as well.

"Ready for more?" Jackie asked.

Christine chuckled and said, "Damn. Give me a minute. I'm still out of breath." Her eyes lit up when she said that, and she asked Jackie, "Fetch something for me?"

My wife nodded.

"Grab my tablet and the Oximeter out of the top right drawer. It looks like a big ring with a display screen."

Jackie went to the drawer first, and held up something. When Christine nodded, my wife grabbed the tablet and brought both over.

The doctor said, "Slide that over his finger. This one is designed for stress tests, and it records the data in the app." She looked over at me and said, "It can't hurt to see what your numbers look like when you're excited, or getting a workout."

"Oh, he's going to get a workout," Jackie said as she approached me.

Christine tapped on her tablet, while my wife slid the meter on my finger. It was a little bulky, but it didn't feel as if it was going to fall off or get in the way all that much. Jackie had wisely put it on my off hand, so the fingers of my dominant hand were free.

The doctor handed Jackie back the tablet. "Put it on the counter. It's running, so we'll have a good range of numbers."

I was starving for that pussy by that point, so I moved my hand a little closer to the prize on the next caress. Christine let out an encouraging moan, and more importantly spread her legs in invitation.

My wife said, "Get in there, baby. But take your time and enjoy it. I want her to be able to concentrate for a while."

The reason why she wanted the doctor to have her wits about her was plain to see when Jackie slid a stool over next to the exam table. I leaned in and filled my lungs with Christine's musk while I watched my wife mount the table. I took my first lick of that hairy pussy while watching Jackie straddle the doctor's face.

My wife had already made a furrow through the kinky curls, so I delved right in. I pressed my tongue deep, and growled from the unique tang of Christine's abundant juices coating my tongue. I could feel her pussy lips contracting from my touch. I let the tip of my tongue barely brush her clit before dipping back down.

Christine moaned into my wife's pussy when I pushed my tongue as deep into her canal as I could. I wiggled my tongue around, gathering up her pussy juice, and then started tongue fucking her.

"Whatever you're doing, keep it up," Jackie encouraged me. "But don't get her so excited that she can't pay attention to what she's doing."

That drew a sad moan from the doctor.

My wife said, "Oh, don't worry. As soon as I come all over your face, I'm going to turn him loose on that pussy."

Jackie's squeal a moment later hinted that Christine was very ready for that sequence of events.

I wiggled my tongue up the doctor's folds to the apex, and gave her clit a stiff lap. Her hips lifted, but I pulled away to tongue her labia. When I glanced up, it encouraged me to push on Christine's bent knees. That gave my tongue easy access to the doctor's sweet pussy, while allowing me to enjoy the sight of my wife squirming on her tongue.

Jackie moaned and gasped — her head lolling this way and that — as the doctor pushed her pleasure higher. My wife's sexy ass slowly gyrated beyond the big, quivering mounds of Christine's breasts. I tickled and teased the doctor's need, slowly increasing the speed, pressure, and attention to her clit. Christine's hips frequently lifted, seeking more, and pressed my face into the kinky curls surrounding her pussy.

I knew my wife well, and the sound of her deep, loud gasp was an unmistakable signal. Sure enough, her hips moved faster — more erratically — and whimpers began tumbling from her lips.

I paused in my tongue bath of Christine's pussy just long enough to say, "Come for her, baby."

Jackie cried, "Oh god! Yes!"

The sweet serenade of my wife's whimpers going up and down in pitch and coming faster let me know she was on the edge. I slowed my tongue, enjoyed the show, and saw the telltale tensing of her muscles in a sudden jolt that was accompanied by her voice going silent. A moment later she lurched as if she'd been cracked like a whip, and screamed in sweet release.

My wife twitched and jerked as she came. Her breaths were rapid, loud whimpers. I could just hear Christine's moan, and saw the doctor grip my wife's thighs, holding her in position so she could keep licking her pussy. I held out as long as I could, which was about as long as it took the first acute pang of my wife's orgasm to fade in preparation for a second bout of beautiful agony.

I drew Christine's clit and dark chocolate folds between my lips while simultaneously thrusting two fingers into her canal.

A shocked yelp burst from the doctor's lips and she screamed, "S-s-shit!"

I growled, sucked her clit hard, and worried it with my tongue. My fingers plunged into her, curling up to her G-spot on every stroke. I shook my head back and forth, adding another dimension of stimulation. I could hear my wife still coming even as Christine screamed in her throat with a mouth full of pussy.

It wasn't long after when a sharp, pained whimper from my wife coincided with Christine venting her pleasure in an unbridled scream. I didn't need to look to know that Jackie had yanked her pussy away from the doctor's mouth. Christine crushed her pussy against my lips, but I hardly needed the push to keep the pressure on. The heat and discomfort caused by her bush scraping against my skin didn't discourage me either.

Christine's cries took on an increasingly desperate edge as the seconds passed. A furious buck of her hips dug my chin into her thigh and pulled her clit from my lips with a loud slurp. She responded with a weepy-sounding, "Nooo!"

I quickly dug the fingers of my free hand into her thigh and latched back on. The sudden lack of stimulation followed by the resumption of pleasure was the trigger that set her off. Christine squealed and her thighs slammed against my ears as she came. My cock launched into an enthusiastic dance because the squeeze of her canal around my fingers promised an even tighter squeeze to come.

I rode the doctor's bucking body — still savagely sucking her clit and delighting in the muffled sounds I could hear her making. A drop of Christine's pussy juice rolled over the curve of my chin, and started moving toward my neck. I would have been perfectly content to keep sucking her pussy and making her come for a lot longer, but her throes causing her to kick me hard in the chest put the kibosh on that. My mouth opened in a stunned grunt, and her curled-toed foot shoved hard against me.

I barely got my face out of the way before her thighs snapped together like a steel trap.

When I straightened, I licked my lips and watched Christine writhing on the table with my wife still trembling atop her. Christine's feet were slipping off the end of the exam table, so I cupped my palms beneath them to give her some extra stability.

The two sexy women slowly settled, though Christine was still gasping for breath. Her voice languid with satisfaction, my wife said, "Oh my god, baby."

"Come hard?" I asked.

Jackie answered, "Uh huh."

At the same time, Christine responded with a squeaky, "Yes."

The two women made eye contact and broke out into weak laughter.

Still shaken by lingering chuckles, my wife stuck her left arm out to the side and said, "Help."

I moved next to her, helped her place her foot on the stool, and then lift her other leg over the doctor, who was settling into the afterglow of her orgasm. Jackie's knees were still a little unsteady, so she sank down to sit on the stool in front of me. At eye level with it, she could see the pre-cum I'd leaked while eating Christine's pussy.

I growled when she wrapped her fingers around me, pulled me close, and sucked up the clear dribbles.

By the time my head slipped from between Jackie's lips, Christine had recovered enough to mutter, "Damn, your man knows how to eat a pussy."

My wife chuckled and said, "Just wait until he shoves this cock in you."

"Oh lord," the doctor moaned.

"Help me up," Jackie instructed.

As soon as she was on her feet, my wife pulled me into a hungry kiss. I squeezed her butt as she licked my lips and chin, gathering Christine's pussy nectar. She gave my ass a slap before pulling away, and then moved toward where her purse sat next to the chair.

When she pulled out an extra-strength condom, I knew she meant it when she said I was going to get a workout. I've got fair stamina to begin with, but those thick condoms desensitized me enough to keep going almost forever. I could only remember one time when I'd actually filled the latex sheath. Every other time, I had to take the condom off before I could get enough stimulation to push me over the edge.

Jackie tore the foil packaging and asked, "Ready to fuck us both silly?"

"Oh yeah, baby."

My wife negligently tossed the package on the floor, checked which way the condom was rolled, and then placed it over my tip. She wore an incredibly sultry smile while looking deep into my eyes and slowly rolling the latex over my erection.

Jackie guided me toward the table once the condom was in place, and stroked the doctor's leg. "Come here. You know you want this."

Christine drew in a deep breath, and — with a crinkling of the paper beneath her — lifted her butt to scoot toward the foot of the table. It took a couple of bounces, but she was soon situated near the end. I slid my hands beneath her ass.

"Ooo!" she cried out when the Oximeter on my finger bit into her.

"Sorry," I apologized. I adjusted the ring, which had turned on my finger, and then lifted her ass to pull her the rest of the way to the edge. I then moved my hands to the back of her knees to push them up and out.

My wife took over, spreading Christine's pussy lips with one hand, and guiding my cock with the other. The doctor was soaked. The hairs around her pussy were glistening with saliva and her juices. Jackie rubbed my cock over the doctor's folds, and wriggled it between them, getting the tip good and slick.

Christine drew in a stuttering gasp when my wife settled the head of my cock against the entrance of her canal.

"Give it to her, baby," Jackie said in a breathless rush.

The sound of Christine's groan when I penetrated her easily drowned out my sigh. She was so wet and ready that I had no trouble sinking into her, but even through the condom, I could feel her tight walls conforming around me.

I pumped my hips, slowly giving her about three-quarters of my cock. She grunted or groaned every time I sank into her hairy pussy, and her face was tight with strain. Jackie moved to where she had a good angle, licked her fingers, and put them to work on Christine's clit.

"Feel good?" my wife asked her, while rubbing the doctor's pleasure button.

Christine responded, "I love that big cock. It fills my pussy so well."

"Give it all to her, baby," Jackie implored.

On the next thrust, I pushed harder, and buried my cock to the hilt. The doctor's mouth dropped open in a silent scream and her eyes pinched closed when my balls settled against her. Her hands grasped the edges of the table and trembled with strain. A loud yelp finally escaped her when I pulled back to thrust again.

I kept it slow because I was relishing her expression and the way her muscles tensed every time I stuffed her pussy full. It took her a few thrusts to lift her head, watch me vanish inside her, and say, "Oh shit," as her head dropped back onto the table.

My wife's other hand pushed against my butt, urging me to go faster. Christine rewarded me with a yelp when I did.

With the condom muting the physical sensation, I was free to drink it all in without the visual stimulus pushing me too close to the edge. Christine's big tits began to quiver from the shockwaves running through her body. Soft claps sounded when our flesh collided, mingling with the skitch-skitch sound of my wife's fingers moving faster over the doc's clit. Those were only audible between Christine's increasingly loud cries of pleasure, though.

Once again, I found our pale skin contrasting with the doctor's tremendously exciting. Jackie's left breast was against Christine's leg, and jiggled from the motion of her hand. The doctor's perfect, pearly white teeth and sometimes very wide eyes were likewise enticing clashes of light and dark.

I steadily picked up the pace, but my wife seemed eager for her turn. Her fingers were flashing over Christine's folds, spattering droplets of her wetness against our skin.

"Fuck her. Give it to her. Tear that pussy up," my wife demanded.

Christine was apparently on board, because she screamed, "Yes!"

So, I did.

The doctor's back arched and she screamed — loud and long — when I slammed into her full force. Her breasts bounced erratically and violently, prompting her to grasp them. Her small hands could hardly contain those big tits, though. I could still see the waves passing through the globes every time our flesh collided.

Jackie said, "Yes, baby. Yes. Fuck her. Make her come."

I felt only the faintest tickle of physical pleasure thanks to the condom, and had no trouble delivering on that. I pounded that pussy with everything I had. Christine's screams echoed back from the walls of the small room in a near continuous stream, broken only by gasps for air. She began mauling those awesome tits of hers — her fingers creating deep depressions.

I didn't see it coming, but I certainly knew it when Christine exploded into orgasm. Her pussy clenched my fast-thrusting cock. She screamed so loudly and at such a pitch that I half expected to hear glass shattering. Somewhere underneath that, I heard paper ripping. Her body bucked, nearly making me slip free, so I leaned forward into her legs, pinning her down so I could keep fucking.

Only grunting whimpers could push past her tight throat after that. Her hands left her tits. One clawed at the exam table while the other yanked her own hair. Her upper body lurched, and she ended up holding onto the edge of the table in a steely claw.

My wife's hand slapped against my ass, and her nails dug in. I froze, buried in the doctor's climaxing pussy, and Jackie retracted her claws. Christine just kept coming on my throbbing cock. Her head lashed, sometimes lifting from the table and then thumping back into the padded surface. She managed another scream, and then settled into noisy, irregular gasps.

Christine trembled and fought for air. Every so often, she would jolt as another wave of orgasm swept through her. Her intimate muscles continued to sporadically clench around my cock.

Jackie's voice was husky and the words rushed when she said, "God, I need you. Right now." She put a hand that was slippery with Christine's juices on my chest and pushed.

The doctor shrieked as I left her empty.

As soon as there was room, my wife interposed herself between me and the shaking doctor, who was still caught in an assault of climactic aftershocks. Jackie bent over, using her butt to push me back, and braced herself on the exam table.

I moaned from the sight of Christine's gaped canal dribbling her juices onto the ripped paper beneath her, creating a dark spot. Her pussy winked at me from the ongoing contractions of her vaginal muscles.

"Fuck me," Jackie said in desperation while reaching between her legs with one hand in search of my cock. When she felt my cock press against her folds, she grasped the edge of the table again.

We both growled as I sank into her balls deep with a single, measured push.

I let go of Jackie's hip and curled my hand around to her clit, drawing out a whimper. Then I gave her another slow thrust.

"Come on. Fuck me," she demanded while I was pulling back again.

"Beg for it, and maybe I will."

"Damn you," she spat as my cock sank into her again.

"That's not the magic word," I teased.

"Please."

"Not very convincing."

She drew the word out for the full length of my next slow thrust, "Please!"

"Please, what?" I asked over her frustrated growl when my next thrust was barely faster. I did pick up the pace of my fingers rubbing her clit, though.

"Please fuck me."

I added a little more speed and power. "Hmm?"

"Please, fuck my pussy." When my balls clapped against her, she said, "Please, fuck me."

Another thrust. Christine moaned, rolled onto her side, and pulled her knees up. Her ass was just as wonderful of a backdrop as her pussy.

"Use me," Jackie begged.

Our bodies collided with a loud smack.

"Take me! Please!" my wife cried. "Fuck me like a whore!"

I ended the game right there and gave her what she wanted. I slammed into her and she yelped.

"Ah! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh, yes!"

A growling chuckle escaped me as I pounded her. "You want to be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes!"

I leaned to the side a little so I could watch her dangling breasts swing. Then I smacked her ass hard as I straightened. I could see the outline of the band from the Oximeter in the red mark that left.

Jackie looked back over her shoulder. Her face had flushed red, and was tight with pleasure. My next thrust jolted her forward. She grabbed the sides of the table when her collarbone pushed against the padded end, and she screamed.

I smiled when her heavy tits made whump sounds against the thin metal side of the exam table on the following strokes.

Christine sat up, moaned, and then licked her lips as she watched me fuck my wife hard. Her hair was almost comically disheveled, sticking out every which way. "Is your man fucking that pussy good?" she asked.

My wife screamed, "Y-y-y-yesss!"

I wasn't having much luck coordinating my fingers with my jackhammer thrusts anyway, so I dug the slippery digits into her hip, and pulled back every time I slammed into her. My wife let out a long, low cry — the sound warbling whenever my legs slammed into her ass.

I was beginning to feel the strain in my back, and a little stronger itch in the head of my cock when I heard Jackie's breath catch. I saw the muscles in her butt clench, resisting the waves that had been rolling through them whenever our bodies smacked together. Then she came with a wail.

"Fuck yeah," I growled. Then I reached under her, grabbed her tits, and lifted her up. I drove my cock up into her four or five times, making her yelp.

Christine slipped off the table, her eyes intent on us, and her fingers caressing her folds. I stepped forward, pushed my wife down on the table, and jammed my cock into her one last time. Jackie clawed at the seams of the cushions and quaked from the orgasmic pulses shooting through her.

The doc stepped in next to me and put her hand on my cheek. She crushed her lips to mine the moment I turned my head to face her. I filled my hand with one of her breasts as we kissed hard and our tongues slipped over each other.