Once we had cleaned up and Tom and Gemma had left in a taxi, Claire and I spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. Our horny encounter with our best friends had driven our lust through the roof. In the cold light of day when we awoke I wasn't sure whether or not the previous night’s proceedings were a good idea or not. Claire and I discussed it over breakfast and the look of satisfaction on her face told me enough anyway.

"So do you think we should get together again then?" I asked.

"Yeah, but this time let's not be so drunk and high. It was good, but while it was happening it was all so detached and surreal. I want to really enjoy it next time,” said Claire. I agreed and said I would call Tom to make arrangements for our next hook up. We wouldn't have to wait long, no longer had Tom and I agreed that we both wanted a repeat performance we made a date for the following Friday night at their place. To say I was eager for Friday to come round was a massive understatement and it was made all the worse by Claire insisting I wasn't to have so much as a wank in between.

"I want a full sack emptying over me when we get there!" she said. It was going to be a long week.

After a week of being unable to concentrate on anything at work other than the thought of Gemma's pussy and tits and my wife sucking Tom's cock, Friday finally came and Claire and I got home. We both showered, making sure we were really clean in all the hard to reach places and clean-shaven. Tonight we would really enjoy things, so we wanted to make a good impression! Tom had told me to wear as little as possible so we could strip off with ease once there, so into the car we got, Claire in a bikini and me in a pair of shorts. Boy, were we horny! The drive over to Tom's didn't help matters. Claire's tits bouncing along over every bump and pothole in the road had my cock straining against the fabric of my shorts, and I could feel a little damp patch against the end of my cock where I was beginning to leak. We arrived outside their house and pulled onto the drive. Thankfully I'd managed to last without shooting my load before getting there. A twitch in the closed curtains told me our guests had seen us arrive and my heart rate increased tenfold. I turned round to see Claire, and I could see she was as excited as I was as we strode to the door. Before I even had time to knock the door clicked open slightly.

"Let yourselves in, guys – can't come to the door properly, the neighbours would start talking!" said Gemma through the gap. As I pushed the door open I saw her retreating down the hallway back to the kitchen. She was