It was a typical Monday morning with emergency patients fitted into an already full list. Alan saw Angie only briefly as she ferried patients in and out. They would normally stop for a lunch break around twelve thirty, but such was the volume of patients it was nearly two by the time there was a lull and Angie brought him a sandwich from the bakers across the street. “Still ten more Alan,” she had warned him as he wolfed down the ham and cheese roll.
The afternoon followed the same pattern as the morning, and it was nearly six before Alan set the alarm and they walked out. “I need a drink!” he stated. “And I need to talk to you about “Things”, but not at home in case Ayla is already there.”
Angie said nothing but followed him as he pushed open the door of the Three Feathers. The bar was quiet as it was a Monday evening. Alan bought two pints and they sat at a table as far away from prying ears as possible.
Alan drained half of his Guinness in one go and then said, “Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on now Angie?”
Angie copied him and he was amazed again at her drinking abilities, then her face broke into the broad smile that he loved so much. All day Angie had been the Ice queen, but now she sat chuckling next to him as she whispered, “Don`t tell me you aren`t enjoying it Dr. Baldwin?”
Was this a trap? Alan couldn`t tell, but Angie`s smile settled it for him, “Well of course I`m bloody enjoying it. Who wouldn`t like a girl nearly twenty years younger sucking his dick before he left for work, but what I mean is, what the fuck are you doing?”
Angie took another long drink that left only an inch of the black beer in her glass when she placed it back on the beer mat. “At first I was seriously pissed off,” she began, “When I was listening outside as Ayla was obviously trying to seduce my husband. Then I thought, why not? It`s just a month. She is gorgeous as hell. Fuck it, even I find her attractive. We have never discussed a threesome, but for every man I have ever fucked it was their wet dream, so I thought I would give the man I love what he wants!”
“I never told you I wanted to have a threesome, ” Alan blurted out rather too loudly then gave a furtive glance around the pub to make sure nobody heard.
“I know, but don`t lie and tell me you never thought about it, I know I have.”
Alan was quiet for a couple of beats of his rapidly thumping heart then murmured, “Why didn`t you tell me?
Angie was talking now as if they were discussing their shopping list for Tesco, “It never came up as there was never an opportunity. There is now, and Ayla is a more than willing contributor. Plus I find her sexy, and so do you. Plus, she is a natural submissive, so we control what does, and doesn’t happen. Therefore it is just win, win, win!”
Alan was seriously perplexed by now. His happy life turned upside down in a matter of 48 hours. He was still trying to process everything in his naturally analytical mind as he asked, “How did you know she would go along with everything? You spanked her for God`s sake, then made her do things to you. What if she had called it abuse?”
Angie took a drink then replied quietly, “To be honest, at the beginning I was just majorly pissed off at her for trying to seduce my husband. Then when I saw how she reacted it was obvious to me, so I just let it play out to see how far she would go. This morning when I told her to blow you and she did it without a moments hesitation her fate was sealed!” Alan was nodding as Angie finished, “So drink up and let`s get home. I cannot wait to see you shagging her tight little pussy!”
Alan was nervous as they walked in through their back door, but Angie seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, so as usual he let her take the lead. There were lights on in the kitchen and the table was laid out with what looked like a delicious spread of Salads, houmous and other Arabic appetizers that he recognised but couldn`t remember their names. Ayla was nowhere to be seen.
Angie shouted, “Ayla. Kitchen!”
Alan heard Ayla scampering down the stairs. She burst into the kitchen still wearing the red skirt and blouse from that morning, her red heels clicking on the hard wood floor. “Sorry Mistress,” she said, slightly breathless from the speed of her descent from upstairs
“Dinner looks tasty,” Angie said, her face impassive.
“Thank you Mistress!” Ayla gushed before being reprimanded by Angie and he face fell.
“Did I tell you to prepare dinner?” Alan was astonished by Angie`s demeanour, staring open mouth as his wife scolded the Syrian girl who had obviously just wanted to do something nice for them.
“Sorry Mistress, I just wanted to thank you and Master for letting me stay here.”
Alan was staring at Angie now. Where had his passionate, caring wife gone. She had been replaced by this seemingly heartless bitchy woman, then he saw the smile spread across Angie`s face and thought that maybe her games were at an end, and she would thank Ayla for her efforts, but instead Angie said coldly, “The Master doesn’t want food after he returns from a hard day at work, he wants your tight, young pussy. Now take off your skirt and bend over, as I taught you last night.”
“Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress!” Ayla mumbled as she released the catch on the skirt and let it fall to the wood floor of the kitchen. Alan looked on unblinking as Ayla bent over and grabbed both of her ankles. Under the skirt she had been wearing a pair of dark purple silky panties and black thigh high stockings.
Alan was rooted to the spot. Both Ayla and Angie were now staring at him. One waiting for him to take her with a face full of longing, and the other glaring at him in disbelief that he wasn`t moving. “Alan.” Angie said, her voice more of a command than a question, “Do it.”
Alan moved his eyes back and forth between the two pretty faces whose eyes were locked on his. Another glance at the sexy under clothes, and the lithe body that both women seemingly wanted him to enjoy. What normal heterosexual man could resist. Alan carefully removed his trousers and boxers so as to prolong the anticipation for both women.
His cock was as hard as an iron rod now as he stood behind Ayla. Angie moved to his side and wrapped one cool hand around his shaft before slowly pulling the foreskin back to expose his swollen, purple head. With her other hand she roughly pulled Ayla`s panties to one side revealing the younger girls taut backside. Pulling Alan`s dick equally forcefully he was forced to shuffle forward until the tip of his cock rested at the entrance to Ayla`s vagina.
Angie rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of Ayla`s very wet slit, coating it in her lubricating juices. Alan was startled at how wet Ayla was, and the head of his penis was soon coated in her fluids. Then Angie placed him once again at the entrance and pushed his bum hard with her other hand. He slid inside of Ayla with next to no challenge. Ayla let out a low whimper as Alan buried his cock to the hilt.
Alan was once again frozen, although his cock felt wonderful surrounded by the tight warmth of this young girls snatch. Ayla was very tight, much more so than Angie, and Alan could feel Ayla`s strong muscles grip him along his entire length. In the end nature took over and he couldn`t resist starting to fuck Ayla. His mind was a turmoil of guilt and pleasure as he gripped the gorgeous dark-haired girl by the hips and powered in and out of her. At first his eyes were clamped shut, but as he relaxed they sprung open, and he saw Angie smiling at him so broadly it was as if she was relishing his penetrations of Ayla as much as he was.
This glimpse of his wife`s face, plus the tightening of Ayla`s vaginal muscles as she climaxed drove Alan over the precipice and he exploded with a loud grunt deep inside her. His body jerked with every spurt that he delivered, the veins in his neck standing out as his grip intensified on Ayla`s hips. Only when his body ceased to shudder did the guilt return like a tidal wave. He could feel himself start to redden, and his heart was thumping until Angie spoke gently, “What do you say Ayla?”
Excitedly Ayla said, “Thank you Master!” Then Alan knew that they had all wanted this to happen. It was all just a sex game with everyone playing their part. The relief washed through his body as Ayla`s vagina squeezed his slimy dick out of her slick tunnel. Just as Alan thought that the evening couldn`t get any weirder Angie dropped to her knees and began lapping his come directly from between Ayla`s puffy labia. Once she had located and swallowed as much as possible Alan felt her lips wrap around his dick, her tongue cleaning Ayla`s and his combined juices from his manhood.
Alan stared down at Angie. She smiled up at him, her bright green eyes filled with lust and sparkling in the bright kitchen light. Ayla was still bent double with her hands gripping the black nylon around her ankles. Alan could hear her panting as she recovered. There had been a second whimpered climax as Angie had delved between her pussy lips like a hungry anteater. Angie was nearly giggling as she asked, “Is Master satisfied?”
At last Alan lost all sense of guiltiness and decided to just enjoy himself, as it was apparent that the two women were more than willing participants in this menage a trois. “Very much so wife,” he replied in a mock stern tone. “Can we eat now as I am bloody starving?”
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