"So I'll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you
this morning. No panties." Click. It was Jack on the phone. He's on his
way home and he's bringing a friend you haven't met. The two of you haven't
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice.
The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have
in mind? It's high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You'll
have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty
sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that's a little
slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter.
Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You're a little
flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of
strangers, but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice
as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks. Roman, it turns
out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon. European and swarthy, he
flashes a friendly smile at every opportunity. His most remarkable feature,
you observe, is the large bulge in his trousers. After you've found him
appreciating the swing of your pretty breasts a time or two, then caught him
looking up your skirt unabashedly, you retaliate by openly appraising his
crotch. You blush when you realize that he's throbbing as you look at him,
that a small stain of moisture is forming where his cock is pushing at the
material. You turn your attention to the festivities. The men brought
Chinese food, spirits and movies. The three of you sit around the coffee
table, eat and drink as the videos roll. The subject matter is a little
embarrassing at first, the usual case of bad story development compensated
for by pretty bodies. Full and a little drunk, you settle back into the
sofa, comfortable between the two males. The next film is about sexual
domination. A young girl comes to a big city and is seduced by a wealthy
businessman with baroque appetites. She's tied up, fondled by friends,
lent out to strangers, then subjected to every imaginable indecency at a
convention of out-of-town gynaecologists. Unmoved at first, you're
positively fidgeting now. You're suddenly aware that there'll be a moist
spot on the seat of your skirt when you get up. How embarrassing.
Suddenly, Jack puts his arm around you, cups one of your breasts and and
begins kissing your neck. You've had enough of his lewd displays in front
of a stranger and struggle to free yourself. Just as suddenly, Roman's arms
are constraining you, he shifts to the sofa's corner and pulls you back with
him. Jack lifts your legs up, bends to begin kissing your sandaled feet.
He runs his tongue around and over each toe, tastes what he can of your
lightly soiled soles, then dances his lips through the hollows of your
ankles till the pleasure is coursing through your body in waves. You kick
a little, shout, "Let me go, you two!," but to no avail. Jack moves up your
legs now, spreads them with his body till you're opened wide. One foot over
the sofa's back, the other still on the floor, you watch as his face moves
warm and dancing of lip and breath up the insides of your pretty thighs.
Roman looks steady and patient over your shoulder, still hugs you tightly to
him. Your arms are bound fast, your breasts are almost painfully
constrained by the force of his grasp. He can see your belly, your pubic
hair moving under Jack's approaching kisses. His erection pulses at the
small of your back. Finally at your unwillingly exposed pubis, Jack darts
his tongue between your lips, finds your darling little clitoris with his
first plunge, and proceeds to wipe her around and around with his entire
mouth. He sucks and drinks at you slow, then hastens for intervals,
driving you wild with fast ecstasy, then slows again. You're burning. He
lifts you and places a pillow under your bottom, then releases his hold on
your legs. You hold yourself open and inviting now, then go wild as he
spits on two fingers before thrusting them deep in your vagina. He holds
your clitty unsheathed and your labia wide with his other hand, never lets
up on the passionate mouthing he's giving your entire vulva. Your first
orgasm only sends shivers through your whole body. The convulsions that
follow force the juices from your core in a milky flood. Your love-maddened
husband drinks you thirstily. His fingers thrust at your tightness, tickle
now your g-spot, now your cervix, then thrust some more. Jack finally
straightens. Roman releases his hold at the same time. You sit up to
collect yourself but don't get very far before Jack pulls you up, turns you,
then places you back on the sofa on all fours and facing Roman's lewd smile.
Jack lifts your skirt over your ass, spreads your knees wide before again
lowering his mouth to your pussy's drool. Roman unzips his fly just inches
from your face. His cock is as menacing and horse-like as it's form
promised. He stands to remove his clothes. Sitting again, it wags from his
hairy loins like a great bent beast. The head is swollen wide and split
like an overripe melon. Cum already dribbles from its centre as he takes
one of your hands and places it round the shaft, then forces your grip up
and down his veined length. Through all this, Jack has been tonguing your
lady wildly. Roman places his other hand behind your head and pulls your
face down to his hanging testicles. His scent fills your brain as you
inhale his hairy, sweating sack. Foggy with the pleasuring your husband's
giving your wildly spasming pussy, you take one of Roman's balls into your
mouth and tongue the loose skin wetly. You drink the stranger's muskiness
like a feeding carp. After mouthing the other testicle, you move your face
up the trunk of his throbbing tool. Still stroking it in your fist, you
alternate at its end between your hand's massaging and your mouth's deep
sucking. Roman releases his grip on your head, leans forward a little to
grasp both your hanging breasts. He caresses their pretty weight, pulls
each darling little nipple in turn. You see colours. "Golly," you think,
"Won't these boys ever get tired?"...
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