Going into their room Angie went for her shower as Alan first locked the door then waited on the bed for whatever would happen next. He was slowly stroking himself as he really was struggling to keep up with Angie`s sexual demands. Angie reappeared with her hair wrapped in a towel and little else. Alan stared at his wife and sent up a prayer as always as his eyes roamed over her body. Then he took a double take. The little curls of chestnut hair that usually adorned her sex were gone. Vanished. In their place was a freshly shaved area that was still pink from the lady shave she had used.
Angie grinned at him when she saw his eyes fixed to that point. “You like it? I saw Ayla`s and I thought it was quite sensual. If you don`t like it I can grow it back.”
Alan was again seeing that Ayla`s arrival was bringing out the competitiveness in his wife. He knew he was walking on egg shells as any comment could be twisted against him, so he said quietly, “I think I like it. I may have to get used to it as I loved your little chestnut bush, but variety is the spice of life as they say. Now bring it over here and let me see if it tastes as good as it looks.”
It was indeed delicious, as Alan tongued her to a satisfying orgasm when she spread her legs on the bed for him. He took his time. Teasing her to the edge, then denying her that release. He did this three or four times before Angie grabbed his head aggressively, holding him firmly in place until he finished the job, and she moaned very, very loudly as Alan`s mouth filled with her acrid tasting juices.
Once Angie had stopped writhing on the bed he lay on top of her and let her guide him to her entry before pushing gently with his hips and feeling his cock glide inside her. Angie contracted her vaginal muscles around him once he was fully ensconced. This was something he always loved. Alan remained buried to the hilt in his wife while experiencing the delectable sensation of her rippling internal muscles massaging the head and shaft of his dick.
The couple were quite happy to lay like this until Alan could feel his orgasm start to boil in his balls. Then, and only then, did he start to plough Angie powerfully. His hips thrusting him as deep as possible into her vagina. Angie wrapped her legs around his waist and interlocked her ankles. Using her heels as makeshift spurs she urged him deeper and deeper until they both climaxed together in a moaning, groaning, keening mass of arms and legs. They stayed interlocked on the bed until they were both breathing normally again, and Angie murmured, “Wow!”
Both decided that it was time for a little nap, and Angie was soon fast asleep. Alan though was struggling to drop off as he was still replaying his earlier conversation with Ayla in his head. He left Angie sleeping and started to go downstairs. A quick glance into Ayla`s bedroom confirmed that she was still in the same position as earlier.
Alan had already taken the first step on the staircase when something clicked in his brain about what he had seen a few seconds before. The view had been nearly the same, but with a couple of subtle differences that had not registered when he had looked quickly in on Ayla. Stealthily retracing his steps he cautiously peeked around the door to confirm his suspicions.
“Oh my sweet Jesus!” he mumbled under his breath. He had been right. Ayla was still lying on her tummy in just a bra and the thong style panties, but this time her body was raised slightly off the bed with her weight resting on her knees. The tiny bulge between her legs that he had thought was the bunched gusset of her panties was in fact moving. Ayla was masturbating as she lay on the bed. Her hand moving inside the dark-green panties that left her hard, peach shape bum completely visible.
The other thing that had changed was that the medical book was still open, but this time, resting on the open pages was an old photograph that Alan recognised as the one that Hameed had taken of him and Angie outside the field hospital in Aleppo.
Their gorgeous Syrian lodger was masturbating over a picture of Alan and his wife.
Alan couldn`t tear his eyes away from the scene. He knew he should leave and go downstairs, but he was mesmerised by the erotic vision before him. As he stood there watching the movement between Ayla`s long, muscled legs became more and more vigorous, Alan could hear her breathing becoming ragged as she got closer to coming. Just as her whole body stiffened and Ayla sighed a long drawn out “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Alan noticed something that sent him in a panic down the stairs at a break neck pace.
Ayla had been watching him as he acted like a dirty old voyeur. As she climaxed she had smiled at him, because he was clearly visible in the reflection from the full-length mirror attached to the front of the wardrobe in Ayla`s room. She had been watching him watching her as she had fingered herself to orgasm over a picture of him and Angie.
Alan threw himself onto the sofa in the lounge. His heart was beating ten to the dozen as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened since Ayla walked into their perfectly happy, orderly lives yesterday. Now she had observed him as he spied on her in a most intimate moment. This was one thing. The fact that she was using a photo of him and Angie as a sexual stimulant was another. This was the conundrum he was finding hard to solve, “What the Fuck am I supposed to do?” he said softly to himself as he put his head in his hands.
His problems multiplied a thousand-fold when the lounge door opened, and a broadly smiling Ayla walked in dressed in her dark green bra and thong. There was a dark stain on the front panel of the thong that attracted Alan`s eyes like a silky magnet. “Did you enjoy the show Alan? It was just for you. Well I would have done it for Angie if the roles had been reversed, or both of you. I saw you both staring earlier before you went and had sex in your bedroom. She also seemed to really enjoy our time in bed together last night.”
“You were awake?” Alan stated. His voice nearly cracking as the implications started to go together in his mind.
Ayla`s smile was now as wide as the Mersey Tunnel as she giggled, “Of course. I loved feeling her breast, and playing with her nipple. It was so hard, so quickly. When I ran my leg over her pussy and felt her wetness on my thigh it confirmed that she was really turned on. I had to touch it to be a hundred percent crtain. Then I let her run back to you. I´m sure you gained the benefit of all my labours. Did she blow you or fuck you. Maybe both, as she was definitely as hot as the sun when she scampered from under my sheets.”
Alan nearly fainted when he heard a voice from the hallway say, “Actually I sucked him off until his come filled my mouth. Then I made him lick my pussy until I had the most amazing orgasm. Alan is a terrific lover, so then we had slow passionate sex as only a husband and wife can. Does that answer your question?”Angie walked into the lounge.
If Alan was already having a hard time understanding what the hell was going on, now he was in a complete overload. Angie was totally naked apart from the three-inch heels that she had worn yesterday.
Ayla`s smile disappeared from her face faster than lightening. In fact, for the first time since she turned up on their doorstep she showed the first inkling of shame at her actions. Then her face registered the first flicker of fear as Angie moved rapidly towards her. Angie was fuming. Alan knew the signs. Her eyes blazed, her nostrils flared like a heavily breathing horse, her red hair flowed around her face like a red aura, as she now closed the distance between the door through which she had entered, and the now cowering young girl in the middle of their lounge.
Angie was still the only one talking in the still room, “If this is what you want. Then we will give it to you. But beware. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.”
Angie was now directly in front of Ayla, and she reached out hostilely, literally dragging the dark-green cups of Ayla`s bra down so that her firm tits, the size of small melons burst into view. “Take it off!” she bellowed in Ayla`s face.
Ayla was stunned. Whatever she had hoped would happen between the three of them she had most definitely thought that she would be the one in control. That was now one million percent not the case. The conductor in the room was most definitely Angie. Ayla put her hands behind her back and fumbled with the clasp to her bra.
“Quicker!” spat Angie and slapped one of the gloriously tanned mounds of Ayla`s breasts.
Ayla winced at the blow but managed at last to release the catch and slip her arms from the bra before tossing it casually onto the floor. Angie grabbed both of the younger girls shoulders and spun her around so that Angie was behind her, and Ayla was directly facing Alan.
“Now those tiny panties!” Angie said. Her voice hard, and broaching no argument.
Alan sat speechless on the sofa. His mouth gaped as he watched this crazy scenario unfold before him. He had always known deep down that Angie was the dominant one in their partnership, but this blatant confirmation of what he had always suspected still came as a major shock to him. With his eyes widening by the second he watched as Ayla hooked her thumbs either side of the waistband of the tiny panties she wore and bent double as she dragged them to her ankles.
“Step out of them and stay exactly as you are now!” Angie ordered her.
Ayla did as she was told. Her face was now nearly touching Alan`s knee and her body was bent at the waist. “Grab your ankles tightly!” the next order arrived quickly.
Once Ayla had hold of both her ankles Angie delivered a cruel slap to Ayla`s right buttock. Ayla whimpered. Angie then began to speak very slowly, her words punctuated by vicious slaps to both the left, and then Ayla`s right cheek. “Alan. Is my. Husband. You will. Only. Fuck him. When I. Give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes!” Ayla nearly sobbed.
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