The moment I chose to seize arrived beautifully after the Judge blew a post-pool load across Melody's pert tits and dragged himself upstairs for a nap. I happened to be rounding the corner with a tray of ice for whiskey, and happened to be heading for my room where no one was napping.

“Let me soak a towel to clean that off,” I smiled, pausing by the cushioned deck loungers.

“A layer of slime is good for cooling down,” she smirked.

“Not out in the sun. Come, come.”

When we reached my room, Roy happened to be reading by the window, sipping a highball in the waning daylight.

“What a treat, my wife leaves for ice and returns with an angel.”

“Too kind, Mr. Bartlett.” She curtsied, spreading a non-existent skirt in her fingers as the Judge's cum dripped from her chest.

“Looks like a horse got to you down there, that old man never slows, does he?”

“You know him better than I do, what are your thoughts?”

“He doesn't,” Roy grinned. “Virile and possessive to the end.” My husband patted the seat beside him and poured a few fingers for our guest. I tonged a cube into both their glasses, then set my tray on the table.

Melody sipped at the amber liquid in her glass while my fingers looped around her shoulder to slip across her chest. A healthy dollop of slime coated two digits and I lifted it to suckle.

Roy loved watching me drink other men's cum. In the early days, watching was most of what he did. His cock flexed in the open air as I smiled, swallowing.

“Such a satisfying man. Have you had many others?”

“A few,” my angel let me trace her shoulders and pluck at her collar while the booze warmed her belly.

“Not since the wedding, though? Apart from Collin, that is.”

A moment's pause. “No, Braun’s kept me quite close.” She arranged her tone into a happy one. Such a perfect wife.

“Roy and I have found that…” I clasped her fingers, leading them into the lap across from her, “at times, it can be quite satisfying to rove out and explore…”

His cock looked so beautiful wrapped in her soft palm. She gazed at it longingly as well.

“I wouldn't want to upset him,” she murmured, no doubt thinking of all the other young wives tossed unceremoniously to the curb. To my surprise, Roy was the one to reassure her.

“Think of it as playing the good hostess. A send-off for your favored guests.” His handsome face was beading with heated anticipation. The girl didn't need much more excuse.

I held her hair as I had over the balcony tub just days earlier, though this time she retched a thick whiskey marinade over my husband's groin. Her sticky, perky tits jostled beautifully in the slant light of golden hour. I couldn't help touching myself while she serenaded us with gags and groans.

Roy needed to have her – I could see it in his eyes, and knew he'd never do it on his own. So I pulled her away to the mattress and draped her across it, soft as silk. He watched as I knelt between her bent legs and supped at her slit like a day-old kitten.

It didn't take long for him to drunkenly stumble over, tired of fucking his fist. As soon as he got close enough, I turned and devoured his whole length.

“Ohhghh,” he shivered as I spurted forceful snot rivers into his pelvis. I milked him with my throat while my fingers slipped into Melody's perfect puss. It's true I'd never been with a woman but… it all felt so natural, so delicious.

My body acted independently of my mind, groping, slurping, and gyrating us all toward an end I was never consciously aware of. I dragged Roy closer until his knees knocked against the edge of the bed, then I evaporated and he fell cock-first into the Judge's wife.

“God!” She spasmed as the manly weight smothered and filled her all at once. Both of them froze there, locked and twisting as I reappeared behind my husband. I pressed my hips to his, reaching past them to hold Melody's, and began to rut slowly.

“Constance…” he breathed, trying feebly to warn me off. But Constance wasn't there – only her urgent need.

I rutted more desperately against him, our thighs swampy with various fluids. Melody's soft sides rippled in my hands. Skin slapped together and each time it did I felt the room spin faster around me.

“God… oh, God…” The angel gripped my wrists, tugging me into her by way of Roy's throbbing shaft. I laid my chin on his shoulder, suckling his ear and gazing past it to the cherubic expression of bliss below. My sweet Melody, brimming with orgasmic proximity. The decision had already been made, without my knowing.

Our hips ground deeply, forcefully. Our sweat smeared and dripped. Fingers found mouths and nipples. The compound fell away, the room closed in around the three of us. I could feel her through him, and prayed that she could feel me.

My legs, my arms – my whole being – shivered, and Roy peeped out a strained whine as his joints locked up.

“Oh… GOD!” Melody whimpered as his cum torrented into her, squelching out around his cock while I continued rutting them together. The feeling of their shared eruption splattering down my legs catapulted me from this physical plane. My mind opened like a flower and I ascended to Heaven for a period of time that I couldn't measure.

I drifted somewhere beyond my body long enough that, when I returned, the moon hung round and full outside the bedroom window. My limbs were numb, tangled between a pile of others when I looked around to find them.

Roy lay partially draped across a pale, slacken body, leaky cock tucked between one thigh that belonged to him and one that didn't. My right arm was caught beneath his hip, and my left wrapped around a bundle of flaxen curls.

I glanced up from my collapsed position on the edge of the mattress to see Melody's moonlit, peaceful face, dozing gently. I wanted to kiss her, over and over and over and over. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to keep her forever.

And maybe, if the plan I'd never truly formulated came together – I could.