Alice and Marcus both clapped their hands together. “Yeah! Catwalk!”
“Dear, are you sure…”
“Come on, Theo, I used to life model. This is nothing.”
With that said, she did lock the bathroom door behind her. An age-old habit, but as loath as she was to admit it, Joyce did feel vulnerable at this point. The young couple were so eagerly familiar, and so beautiful together. She made a pile of her clothes on the floor tiles, and slid the blue lace over her torso. The plunging, high crotch of the garment exposed her hips up to her waist, her navel also exposed by a seductive floral gap in the fabric. Her nipples were barely covered, too, just as with Alice’s outfit last night, and standing back to take herself in, she felt… naked. She hadn’t considered wearing anything like this for a very long time, and seeing herself like this felt seductive, not un-erotic. She worried that Theo would consider it Too Much. She held her own stare and let her hands wander, feeling the largely transparent fabric, teasing at its edges, trying out poses.
As her hand reached her crotch, she felt bare skin, and realised that this woman she hadn’t known for 24 hours had gifted her a piece of crotchless underwear. Her hand stayed over the slit, her fingers teasing at her lips, rolling gently at the hood of her clit. She took in the sight of her face again, trying to see herself as Alice quite possibly saw her. Framed by her glasses and brilliant grey hair, replete with faint lines and freckles, there was a beautiful woman there. Her fingertip pressed a little more firmly into her clit, and she closed her eyes.
She opened them immediately at the sound of Alice’s voice out in the room. “Do we get to see?”
She emerged, trying to keep her posture as elegant as she could, her palms facing forwards in a presentational manner. “I do love it, it’s beautiful. Thank you Alice.”
There were whoops and cheers from the young couple. “You look amazing!” Alice clasped her hands together. “Theo, don’t you want to tell your wife how beautiful she looks?” “Yeah, man,” Marcus followed up. “She’s all dressed up for you.”
Theo crossed his legs. The hardness that didn’t seem to come naturally yesterday was definitely on its way now. “Oh, of course” he said, trying to find the right tone for the setting. “She looks lovely. You look lovely, darling.”
“Thank you, my love.” Joyce beamed, and strode over, sitting herself on her husband’s lap, bringing a hand behind his head, and kissing him, soft, lingering on his lips. Alice and Marcus made excited murmurs, and Theo ducked his head behind his wife’s shoulder in pure embarrassment as she felt his erection against her buttocks. “I think he likes it. Thank you so much, Alice.” She had crossed her legs, as well, painfully aware that her pussy was exposed.
Theo’s head emerged again. “Well, um… I’m not sure what I should say, now.”
“Do you wanna see mine?” Alice chirped. “You missed it last night, after all.”
“Oh, I think he should get to see” smiled Joyce. And Alice shrugged off that luxurious biker jacket, kicked off her shoes, and shed her shorts and t-shirt to reveal the blue lace bra and thong she’d worn at their door the previous night, and all too much of her young, smooth skin and dramatic curves. She stood over the middle-aged couple, stretching with her arms behind her head to show off her tummy and stick out her chest, twisting left and right.
“She loves showing off” Marcus smirked.
“So would I” said Joyce, this time unabashed about feasting her eyes on the young woman’s body. “Theo, tell her how beautiful she looks, won’t you?” His cock strained against her backside as he looked at the barely-clothed young goddess in front of him, and she gave him an encouraging kiss on the forehead.
“Yes, of course, you look… I can’t believe how beautiful you look.” He stammered, then turned to Marcus. “Is this… okay, to look at her like this?”
“She likes it, man. It makes her happy.” Alice nodded vigorously, waving her hips left and right, tracing her curves with her fingers, turning around to show off her butt. “I’m really not shy about showing off,” she said, “and I think… maybe Joyce is the same?”
“It’s true, I used to life model, so…” Joyce trailed off, with Alice taking hold of her hand and gently drawing her upright. Alice pulled her into the middle of the room, and as if anticipating this manoeuvre, Marcus strode to sit on the edge of the bed about a foot apart from Theo. The two formed a little audience together as their partners, in matching scant blue finery, displayed themselves side by side. “We make a cute pair, right?” Alice laughed, sliding a hand around Joyce’s waist. She jumped a little at the touch, and made a snap decision to reciprocate, her fingers grazing her new friend’s bare back and finding the cinch of her waist. They gave each other gentle squeeze that melted into ever so subtle caressing. “You’re a minx, aren’t you” Joyce whispered. Alice rested her forehead on her shoulder in response.
“Cute as buttons” answered Marcus, the two women in front of them turning left and right, playfully, restlessly. Theo leaned right to whisper to Marcus, as reserved older men are often in the habit of doing.
“What’s going on here, exactly?”
“Huh? Are you uncomfortable?”
Theo considered the erection he was becoming less and less able to conceal. The turn the evening had taken reminded him of the “life modelling” sessions Joyce had mentioned. She’d been altogether too ready to undress and pose herself for dinner guests who expressed a fondness for drawing. During that period — which ended in another argument — some of their friends had seen his wife nude as much as he had. It wasn’t his first time sitting in silence while his wife undressed. But there was more to this situation than his own guarded unease.
“No, no.” Yes, he was.
“Quit whispering, Theo,” said Alice. “You’ve got two beautiful girls in your room, aren’t you excited?”
“He’s just shy” said Joyce, who’d already felt her husband throb at the sight of both of them. Marcus had leaned back on his elbows with a grin, and Joyce could see clearly that he wasn’t trying to conceal his bulge at all.
“Haven’t you ever fantasized about Joyce and another woman?”
“…not really.” Yes.
“I bet you have. Don’t you think he has?”
Joyce held Alice close, massaging her shoulder and leaning her face against her fragrant pastel hair, her voice barely louder than a murmur. “I hope so.”
Alice turned into the embrace, sliding both her arms around Joyce’s waist and squeezing their bodies together. Joyce let out a satisfied sigh at the sensation of those pillowy breasts squashed against her own. Alice nuzzled into her neck for a moment, and her hot breath made every fine hair on Joyce’s body stand on end. “Joyce…” she looked back over her shoulder, staring dead into Theo’s eyes. “Is your husband gonna mind if I give you a kiss?”
Theo didn’t know where to look. He glanced at Marcus again, as if awaiting instruction, or hoping that he’d step in with the answer he couldn’t find. Marcus merely returned a knowing grin. “Well are you?” He turned back to the sight of his wife embracing this young seductress, neither of them able to stay still. They were squirming in each other’s arms as if the tension was looking for a way out. He gave an imperceptible movement of the head that truly could have been perceived any way they wanted, and the ambiguity was enough. Alice’s cheek stayed in contact with Joyce’s skin as she turned her head upwards, seeking lips that were already searching for her own. Joyce closed her eyes and hugged Alice tight around the shoulders as their mouths locked, the first few kisses slow, tender, tentative. A pleasure Joyce had never felt in her life; the supple smoothness of Alice’s lips was dreamlike. Hands traced the groove of her spine and spread out at the top of her backside. Through the pulse of the kisses she let out an excited chirp, opened her mouth, and her tongue found Alice’s. Their fingernails dug in to each other’s flesh, their shoulders hunching in thrilled passion. The kisses got wetter and wetter as Alice salivated with apparent desire, her torso undulating needily against Joyce’s. The pair let their hands explore further as they kissed and kissed, palms and fingertips sliding over necks, shoulders, tummies. Alice slid her left hand underneath the lace she had gifted and grasped lovingly at her breast, squeezing, and then pulling back, two of her fingers trailing back and forth with her nipple between them. Joyce moaned breathily in between kisses and reached, unrestrained, for Alice’s breasts, feeling out their shape, squeezing, stroking.
Alice’s hand slid down Joyce’s stomach, gliding over the gap in the lace that framed her navel so beautifully, and found the second, lower opening, where her pussy, ever more moist since the second they kissed, had been on display to the room. Alice rested her palm against Joyce’s pubic bone and her middle fingertip found her clit, throbbing and already eager for touch. Joyce’s moans stopped dead as she caught her breath and pulled back from the kiss, looking straight down as she failed to do anything to prevent herself being touched in this way. Alice’s mouth hung open in an excited smile, watching Joyce watch her fingers. Stroking, gradually, in circles, teasing pleasure into her pussy.
Joyce glanced up, noting that Theo had, uncharacteristically, done nothing to stop anything that had happened in a three-minute period that had felt like twenty. He and Marcus wore the same expression: agape, their eyes trained on Alice’s hand as it worked at her clit. She locked her gaze on her husband’s obsessive stare, knowing he was seeing her as she’d never allowed him, and as she’d never seen herself. She didn’t even mind Marcus getting an eyeful; the fact that he was a stranger made that so much easier. But Theo… he was so sexually awkward and closed off, and yet there he was, his navy cords tented around his straining cock, wearing the indulgent, if panicked, expression of a voyeur.
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