I wasn’t sure if she waited for my arrival, but as soon as I settled back in the chair, wondering why in the hell I was there, Gloria lifted her head from Wendy’s breast and kissed her on the lips, a light kiss, a lingering kiss and a kiss that I instantly felt between my legs.
“Are you OK with this?” Gloria had pulled back and was searching Wendy’s face for an answer.
Wendy smiled and when she leaned forward to kiss Gloria she wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her.
They were oblivious of me, clearly, so I slowly got up to leave, but Gloria broke off the kiss and turned to me, “You aren’t going anywhere,” so I sat back down, feeling a little guilt, like a kid caught out by his mother.
“What am I supposed to do? I feel like some kind of demented peeping Tom.”
“Get over it. We’re all in this together,” and when she rested her head back on Wendy’s right breast she brought her hand up and squeezed her left breast into her face and let out a gentle moan. “This is delicious.”
Wendy didn’t seem to care that I was there. She shifted on the couch to get more comfortable, half lying, half leaning against the arm and when she did Gloria lay full out and put her face back on Wendy’s breast and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.
I didn’t know what my role in this was supposed to be. I didn’t know if I was supposed to get up and help with the buttons, start kissing somebody or do what I felt most like doing, take my stiff Mikey (Gloria’s term) in my hand and enjoy the moment. I did nothing but I didn’t know if that was from admirable restraint or from paralysis. The sight of my wife undoing the buttons of another woman’s blouse was the most erotic sight of my life.
Gloria had half the buttons undone, and I could see Wendy’s black lace bra when Gloria began fumbling with the buttons. She was now clearly in a hurry and when one of the buttons proved difficult she quickly got to her knees and leaned into the task and in seconds had them all undone, the blouse wide open and she was staring at Wendy’s chest. “I’m getting a lot better deal then you are.”
Wendy had a strange look on her face, it may well have been desire. “Show me.”
Gloria is not the type to hesitate. In a single motion she pulled her sweater over her head, reached behind her back, undid her bra and tossed it aside. She looked down at Wendy and smiled, “They may not look like much but they know how to have fun.”
Wendy reached up and covered the small breasts with her hands, then she gently kneaded them, flicking the long, erect nipples with her thumbs. “They’re beautiful, Gloria, they suit you perfectly. Please, may I taste them.”
When Gloria moved forward Wendy slipped down on the couch and in doing so her skirt rode up exposing yellow panties and gartered pantyhose. She had her eyes closed when she took my wife’s small tit in her mouth and she was moaning, both of them were moaning so I thought the time was right. I got up and moved over to undo the button on the back of my wife’s skirt. I felt safe in this. I know my wife’s looks, I know when she wants to get naked and, as if to confirm my action, she rose up on her toes so I could easily remove her skirt. Her pantyhose were next and she again cooperated while I peeled them from her legs. I was about to remove her panties when the mouth that had been noisily sucking at my wife’s tit said, “Leave them on.” I retreated to my chair as if scolded, adjusting my hard-on as I sat down.
I don’t care what you’re doing, if you’re doing it with absolute commitment, if you’re giving everything you’ve got, whether it’s in your job, on a football field, even cheering in the bleachers, passion is a beautiful thing to watch. And this was beautiful. Gloria’s long, white body, naked but for red nylon panties, was rigid with excitement over Wendy’s wet moaning lips.
And then an odd thing happened. Wendy’s fingers began to lightly and sensuously glide all over Gloria’s red panties. They did this for a few minutes, before they pulled at the waist band, then at the elastic on the legs, sneaking under, fingering the material, then while one hand glided down to first pinch at the material at the crack of Gloria’s ass, then to push into her anus, the other hand reached under her waistband to squeeze Gloria’s cheeks. She seemed to have a thing for panties, which, frankly, really excited me because I do too. Then it was over. She quickly sat up, pushing Gloria back.
“My goodness.” She was panting a little.
“Are you alright?” Gloria was alarmed.
Wendy turned on the couch and got up, looking down at Gloria who was now kneeling on the couch with real fear in her eyes. “I’m over-dressed, can we go upstairs?”
Gloria leapt from the couch and into Wendy’s arms. “Oh, God, I was really scared there for a moment. Sure, come on,” and as she lead Wendy towards the stairs I studied the way my wife’s panties disappeared deep into the crack of her ass. She could have been a teenager with her mother.
“Peter!”
I thought I’d been forgotten but with her beckon I was on my feet. We walked into our bedroom together.
Wendy started to take her shirt off, but Gloria stopped her. “Let us do that.”
I was behind Wendy so I gently removed her unbuttoned blouse and when I did, Gloria, standing in front of Wendy took her by the waist and moved into her, kissing her passionately on the mouth. I didn’t know what to do. I thought of leaving them and sitting on the chair in the corner, but all this was having an effect on me so I moved into Wendy’s back and as my wife continued kissing her I took them both in a hug and began kissing Wendy’s neck. But I only did that for a few seconds before my fingers found the button on Wendy’s skirt and I had it open and pushed the zipper down when Gloria broke away and kneeled in front of Wendy and pulled down, first Wendy’s skirt, then her pantyhose and panties. I took off her bra.
An entirely naked woman stood between me and my wife so I did what any man would do, I started tearing at my clothes and I had them off by the time the two women crawled onto the bed but when I moved to join them a voice, dry with anticipation, said, “Later,” and I had no choice but to retreat to the lonely chair in the corner.
They were kneeling on the bed, kissing and while Gloria’s arms were draped around Wendy’s neck, one of Wendy’s hand was feeling my wife’s pantied ass, while the other was feeling between her legs. “Oh, God, I want this.” The words were Wendy’s and she pushed my wife on to her back, rather roughly I thought, and she kneeled over her while Gloria pushed down her panties.
“No,” Wendy was pulling them up, “leave them on a little longer.” Then she moved between Gloria’s legs and whispered, “Oh, God, Gloria, this is so fucking exciting?”
Gloria’s eyes were locked on Wendys huge, hanging tits. “Let me suck them.”
Wendy moved in and dangled a tit over my wife’s panting lips and when she did, she gently caressed my wife’s pussy through her moist red panties.
Gloria was squirming now and moaning and Wendy couldn’t take it any longer. She collapsed, burying her face into Gloria’s panties, pulling on my wife’s ass as she pushed her face all over the red nylon leaving a trail of slobber and all the time Gloria pushed at them, wanting them off, wanting Wendy’s slobbering lips on her pussy. It was a struggle that lasted minutes, Wendy pushing her face into every inch of the hot red nylon and Gloria pushing down at the waistband, struggling to get them off. Finally, Wendy had enough and she pulled while Gloria pushed and the panties were gone.
I almost laughed. Wendy stared down at my wife’s thick, black bush as if she had never seen one before and then she gently pushed at it, as if to feel its density, then she moved a finger deeper and Gloria scooted down, as if to impail herself on Wendy’s fingers and then Wendy’s face was between my wife’s legs.
I’d had enough, too. The only decision was where to go. My wife was literally thrashing around on the bed so I kneeled on the floor behind Wendy and as I reached for the two magnificent breasts I couldn’t wait to fondle, I felt her move her legs apart and she helped me enter her soaking cunt.
Have you ever looked at your wife while your prick was in another woman? Yes? Then you’ll understand why I came almost immediately but when I collapsed on Wendy’s back I felt her pushing at me with her bum so I took a hand from her tit and caressed the lips of her wet pussy and that helped me to recover and in seconds I was deep within her again and she was pumping and moaning as loud as Gloria.
In moments they cried out together. Then there was silence.
Gloria was motionless, spread-eagled on the bed while Wendy remained kneeling with her head resting on my wife’s thick wet pubic hair. I could see her panting, I could see Gloria’s glistening cum on Wendy’s face and I could feel her shaking against me as I kneeled behind her. But the greatest sensation was to my nose. The pungent stink of sex in the air was like a prolonged session under the covers on a cold winter night. The sweet stench just hung there and I think that’s what revived them both because Gloria was now pulling Wendy to her and Wendy was going.
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