Xerxes used grotto water to clean off his dick, then said, "Who's next?"

     "Me, please!" Cathy bleated.

     "Cathy!" This from Chuck.

     "Don't expect any rational behavior out of me until we get out of here," she replied as she kicked him off the stone they shared. 

     Xerxes smiled as he, once again, willed his dick to harden. He got on top of Cathy to slide his almost pulsating cock into her wet pussy. They didn't kiss. This had nothing to do with "making love" or "touching souls" or anything like that. For Cathy, it was about having a man with an almost artistically muscled body that she could run her hands all over and with a face so handsome she did not want to take her eyes off of it for even one second while he fucked her with a cock so big and thick and firm, she forgot all about the dick that had just brought her to climax, her husband, Chuck's.

     Chuck stood to watch a man superior to him in every manner except for the fact that he was as white as baby powder bang Cathy right in front of him. What was he supposed to say, supposed to think, supposed to feel, supposed to ​do, about that?

     Somone placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a nude Galatea at his side. They'd been avoiding him since he first got there, but no more.

     She kissed him on the ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

     He then felt a gentle hand on his other shoulder.

     He turned to see a second Galatea. She ran a finger along his thigh. "You look upset. Please don't be."

     He looked down to see a third Galatea clean his flaccid penis with grotto water.  Even though he'd just blown a wad of cum into his wife's snatch, it grew hard again as that third Galatea, first, kissed the dickhead, then slid his penis into her mouth.

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