head, as if she’s thinking the same thing too. Our eyes are locked still, both of us smiling, each of us knowing that there is no need to speak, that our bodies are doing all the communicating today. It is a beautiful moment, and I want to stay like this forever, just me and my Cyn, me and my wife.
But of course the night isn’t over yet, and now I feel hands grab me and start to pull me off the table. Immediately I snap out of my trance and focus back on the reality of the situation.
Yes, the reality that if I don’t explain myself quickly enough, I’m going to get my ass kicked by four naked lawyers.
17
I am still a bit drunk, and after my raging orgasm I am feeling loose and slap-happy. So now I am just giggling like a fucking lunatic as these naked lawyers pull me off the table, cursing and exclaiming, grabbing and yanking while trying not to make contact with my still-dripping cock that is swinging wildly as I struggle.
“Yo, it’s that asshole from the bar,” Jack says now as I keep laughing.
“What the fuck? You crazy, man?” Parker is saying to me, his face close to my ear, his voice sounding like a hiss. “Do you WANT to get your ass kicked?”
“Fucking pervert,” Marcos says now, spitting onto the carpeted floor as he stares at me with an exaggerated expression of fake disgust. “I will call the cops right now. See how you like it in jail, you filth.”
“Shut up,” says Anders, and his voice is low and firm. “No one is calling the police. Are you stupid? Just shut up and let me think.”
Cynthia is still quiet, and now I glance over at her and see her just staring and smiling at me, like she is enjoying this little show. And why not? There are five naked men all bunched up together, all with cocks that are semi-hard and still oozing beads of white semen. The lawyers are cursing and holding me back against the wall, but it doesn’t look like anyone is about to throw a punch quite yet. I suppose there is some degree of hesitation because we are all naked. Does anyone really want to get into a close-quarters struggle? What if our cocks touch? Hah!
I am laughing again now as I stare at my Cynthia. There is a twinkle in her eye, a dimple in her cheek, and finally she cannot hold back any longer and she just BURSTS out laughing, her body quivering as she rolls around on that table, her big tits flopping about as she shakes and shivers with mirth.
“All right,” she says finally. “It’s all right, boys. Let him go. He is—”
“—your husband,” says Anders now, smiling widely as he finishes my wife’s sentence. “He is your husband, is he not? Oh, you are a special one, aren’t you, Cynthia? Oh, you little fox.”
Now Parker looks at Anders, then Cynthia, and finally me. And immediately he bursts into a gleaming white smile as he hunches over and backs away from the table, laughing and shaking his head, his long cock swinging from side to side as he slaps the table and continues to laugh.
“Oh, shit, man,” he exclaims. “Oh, SHIT! You guys are too much. Just too fucking much!”
“Is he serious?” Jack says now, looking at Anders and then Parker and finally me again. He seems genuinely confused, like it just doesn’t compute. With all his fancy Ivy League degrees, Jack might still not be the sharpest tool in the shed, I think. “What the FUCK, man?”
Marcos is just shaking his head as he paces the room, arms crossed comically over his chest, his cock bouncing as he walks. “No,” he is muttering. “No. Nah. No.”
“Yes,” Anders says now, and he is smiling very wide, clearly happy for some reason. “Yes, this is Cynthia’s husband. Oh, wonderful! Oh, perfect!”
I am smiling too as I glance at Anders. This is the most emotion I have seen from this German dude. I am not clear why he is so fucking thrilled, but whatever. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it?
“Yes, perfect,” Anders says again, and now he is looking around the room feverishly. “Hold
But of course the night isn’t over yet, and now I feel hands grab me and start to pull me off the table. Immediately I snap out of my trance and focus back on the reality of the situation.
Yes, the reality that if I don’t explain myself quickly enough, I’m going to get my ass kicked by four naked lawyers.
17
I am still a bit drunk, and after my raging orgasm I am feeling loose and slap-happy. So now I am just giggling like a fucking lunatic as these naked lawyers pull me off the table, cursing and exclaiming, grabbing and yanking while trying not to make contact with my still-dripping cock that is swinging wildly as I struggle.
“Yo, it’s that asshole from the bar,” Jack says now as I keep laughing.
“What the fuck? You crazy, man?” Parker is saying to me, his face close to my ear, his voice sounding like a hiss. “Do you WANT to get your ass kicked?”
“Fucking pervert,” Marcos says now, spitting onto the carpeted floor as he stares at me with an exaggerated expression of fake disgust. “I will call the cops right now. See how you like it in jail, you filth.”
“Shut up,” says Anders, and his voice is low and firm. “No one is calling the police. Are you stupid? Just shut up and let me think.”
Cynthia is still quiet, and now I glance over at her and see her just staring and smiling at me, like she is enjoying this little show. And why not? There are five naked men all bunched up together, all with cocks that are semi-hard and still oozing beads of white semen. The lawyers are cursing and holding me back against the wall, but it doesn’t look like anyone is about to throw a punch quite yet. I suppose there is some degree of hesitation because we are all naked. Does anyone really want to get into a close-quarters struggle? What if our cocks touch? Hah!
I am laughing again now as I stare at my Cynthia. There is a twinkle in her eye, a dimple in her cheek, and finally she cannot hold back any longer and she just BURSTS out laughing, her body quivering as she rolls around on that table, her big tits flopping about as she shakes and shivers with mirth.
“All right,” she says finally. “It’s all right, boys. Let him go. He is—”
“—your husband,” says Anders now, smiling widely as he finishes my wife’s sentence. “He is your husband, is he not? Oh, you are a special one, aren’t you, Cynthia? Oh, you little fox.”
Now Parker looks at Anders, then Cynthia, and finally me. And immediately he bursts into a gleaming white smile as he hunches over and backs away from the table, laughing and shaking his head, his long cock swinging from side to side as he slaps the table and continues to laugh.
“Oh, shit, man,” he exclaims. “Oh, SHIT! You guys are too much. Just too fucking much!”
“Is he serious?” Jack says now, looking at Anders and then Parker and finally me again. He seems genuinely confused, like it just doesn’t compute. With all his fancy Ivy League degrees, Jack might still not be the sharpest tool in the shed, I think. “What the FUCK, man?”
Marcos is just shaking his head as he paces the room, arms crossed comically over his chest, his cock bouncing as he walks. “No,” he is muttering. “No. Nah. No.”
“Yes,” Anders says now, and he is smiling very wide, clearly happy for some reason. “Yes, this is Cynthia’s husband. Oh, wonderful! Oh, perfect!”
I am smiling too as I glance at Anders. This is the most emotion I have seen from this German dude. I am not clear why he is so fucking thrilled, but whatever. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it?
“Yes, perfect,” Anders says again, and now he is looking around the room feverishly. “Hold
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