George watched his wife's pert bottom exit the living room in an odd gait as she tried to keep semen off the floor.  It was part comical, part arousing, all hypnotizing.  He wondered for a moment why she would need to head to the bedroom to take care of it.  If she just peeled them off it would be done, but his mind did not linger on the question long.  The dare she left behind was calling to him.<br/><br/>He turned from watching her leave to see Beth already crawling between Fred's open legs.  He closed in with her to see her slide Fred's cock all the way into her mouth and out again with an audible pop.  "I will follow your lead Beth, as I have never done this before."  Beth's eyes looked eager for the sharing and George quickly joined Beth.<br/><br/>Getting in close to Beth on the right, George wrapped his left arm around her and began to fondle her breast and tease her nipple even as he dropped his head into Fred's lap.  Fred's cock was already beginning to regain its size due to Beth's ministrations.  George watched as Beth released it from her mouth and began to lick the sides, offering George the other side.  Tentatively, unsure of technique and everything else for that matter George began to lick the other side much like a popsicle.  He found it a pleasant experience as he dragged his tongue over the bumps and valleys of Fred's cock and after a few moments, Beth got closer and began running her lips over her side.  Getting the hint, George slid his lips in and the two of them shared an intimate kiss with Fred's penis playing third wheel.<br/><br/>Slowly, Beth and George worked over the entirety of Fred's tool, bringing it back to full mast and clean as a whistle.  George could taste many flavors on his tongue.  There was the definite tang of semen, somewhat like his own, but definitely different.  Also mixed in was the delightful flavor from Beth's lips, a little wine, a little lip gloss perhaps, but the whole cocktail was enough to have George licking his lips as they completed the task.  Poor Fred was once again left with a hard on and no place to put it, but as George was also suffering from that same affliction, he was unmoved.  In fact, George's arousal had added to the moistness of Beth's panties as his own juice was slowly running into the fabric.<br/><br/>It was only as they began to move away that George realized he had never stopped working over Beth's breast and reluctantly released it only as they returned to their seats.  Knowing it was Fred's turn to ask, George was relatively sure that given the choice between Beth and himself, Fred was going to choose Beth, but he couldn't wait for his next dare.  Boldly, George immediately placed his hand in Beth's lap once they were both seated again, teasing her upper thighs with feathery passes of his fingers.  "Well, old boy, sorry to leave you in the lurch like that, but the dare was just for cleaning and it would hardly have been in our best interest to make a mess again."  George smiled.  "Who's it gonna be, Fred, me or Beth?"