Trevor thought, I want to, at least, embrace my wife before I ram it in.

     She wouldn't have it, though. She raised her hips, then grabbed Trevor's butt cheeks to shove his skin pole up into her as far as she could get it, then wiggled to see if she could get even more of him in.

     They fucked, both bodies thrashing to find that perfect, target-hitting stroke. Helen went to wrap her legs around Trevor's butt, but she cramped at the knees when she went to bend them, so instead she kicked them out.

     Helen pulled her mouth from Trevor's to bark, "Harder!"

     Trevor grabbed the bed sheets to help his momentum.

     Result: "Harder!"

     Trevor focused everything he had into his prick, grabbed Helen's hips, then drove himself into her even as Helen pushed herself up and forward with everything she had. They stayed locked like that, rubbing, gyrating, because they both knew that this was going to be The One. This was the stroke that would make them both wildly climax, and they wanted to get everything out of it that they possibly could. Trevor felt himself grow faint from not breathing, until he...

     "Aagghhh!"

     They climaxed at the same time and hard, like getting hit with lightning bolts hard.

     "Aagghhh!"

     Afterwards, they rested, panted, and sweated in each other's arms.

     All of that eventually subsided. Then,

     "So that's how this party's going to be," Helen said.

     "I don't think either of us can say, at this point, what it's going to be like."

     "You want to go? We could. I'm certain Francis isn't holding us prisoner."

​     "Do ​you want to go?"

​     "I don't know what I want. What happened just now was kind of overwhelming, and I'm not used to overwhelming."

     "Still..." Trevor sipped from his mug. "This broove's good." 

​     "I know. Even as I said that just now, another part of me said, oh no, you're not leaving just yet. Here's the question, though."

​     "There's a question?"

     "Seeing as how unlike ourselves we just acted after drinking that broove..."

     "And, seeing as how we're going to keep drinking it..."

     "Do we dare join everybody else?"

     "That shouldn't be a problem," Claudia said.

     "I keep forgetting you're there," Trevor said.

     "Good."

     A hologram appeared over their heads of those still left dancing.

    "Oh," Helen muttered.

​CONTINUE