Creampie Eating

That creampie eating seemed to please them both immensely. They walked down the hall chattering happily to each other. We went inside our room and up to the waiting porter. My wife looked over at a door in the wall between our room and the boys's room. "Where does that door lead?" she asked.

"It's a double door," he answered. "It locks from this side, and the one on the other side locks from that side. Families use them to get back and forth from room to room."

"I see," my wife said and gave me another grin.

I gave the porter a five, and he left. "So," I said to my wife and through a grin of my own, "it seems you have plans for creampie eating."

She eased to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gently moved her crotch against mine. "Sure do," she said to me. "Your dick sure is hard. You must like my creampie eating plans."

"You know I do," I told her. "But are you sure you can handle two eighteen year old boys?"

"No," she answered, "but I'm going to enjoy trying such creampie eating."

We left quickly, headed for Bourbon Street. The boys were nowhere in sight. We had drinks in several clubs, then had dinner. Then we hit the street again. Around 10 pm we caught the two boys coming out of a strip joint. Oh, it was a happy reunion!

They were tipsy, and so were we. The four of us entered the nearest club, and my wife led us to the darkest empty corner. More drinks followed. They started taking turns dancing with her on the tiny dance floor, every dance close, pelvis-to-pelvis grinding. During a break, my wife whispered to me, "They both want to fuck me, but they're afraid of you. Let's go to our room and I'll use that door for the creampie eating."

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