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“Hey, I’m home. Hattie? Are you there?”

Dave closed the front door and sniffed the air. Something was different. The house smelled of furniture polish and it was eerily quiet; no deafening Xbox game playing coming from the living room, no thumping music blaring from the bedrooms above.

“Hattie, kids?” he called.

“It’s just me,” said a voice from the kitchen.

Dave walked in to find his wife standing at the sink with the hoover in one hand and an opened bottle of wine in the other. She took a swig as he approached.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Just cleaning up.” She shrugged. “Drink?”

“Do I get mine in a glass?”

“Sorry, course you do. I’m a little nervous,” she said with a titter.

“Oh? Why? Are we expecting visitors?”

It certainly looked like they were. The kitchen had been scrubbed from top to bottom and positively gleamed, in fact, the whole house shone like a new pin.

Dave eyed his wife suspiciously. Something was going on. He suddenly noticed what she was wearing; a new dress with matching shoes, expensive ones by the looks of them. The dress was midnight blue with a low-cut front and fitted waist which showed-off Hattie’s petite figure perfectly. The shoes were elegant with stiletto heels that enhanced the shapely slenderness of her legs. She looked fabulous, very sexy but it wasn’t exactly the attire he’d expected her to be wearing to do the housework!

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as she filled a glass with wine and handed it to him.

“Fine, yes fine,” Hattie stammered. Her lips quivered as she spoke making the glossy lipstick she was wearing shimmer.

Lipstick? Hattie never wears make-up. Dave frowned. “What’s the occasion? And where are the kids?”

“They’re at your mother’s. We have a Friday night without them for once.”

“Do we?” A smile spread across Dave’s face. He liked the sound of that. He and Hattie rarely got time alone. “So that outfit’s for my benefit? You do look lovely.”

Hattie lowered her eyes, guilt-ridden. “Yes… well… sort of.”

“Hattie? What’s going on?”

Hattie bit her lip. “I’ve done something a bit rash, darling.”

“Oh? What?”

She squirmed. “Please don’t be angry with me.” 

“Why would I be angry?” asked Dave taking a mouthful of his drink.

“Because I’ve booked a call-girl.”

Dave choked spraying wine across the kitchen. “You’ve what?”

Hattie drew a deep breath. “I’ve booked a call-girl. For us.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Dave gasped. “Why? When?”

“She’s coming tonight, soon actually. Oh my goodness, look at the time! Do I look alright? Is the house ok? I’ve been cleaning up for hours and…”

“Yes, I know, I’ll clean up the wine… Hattie, slow down. Tonight?”

Hattie nodded.

“I don’t understand. Why?”

“It was that conversation we had, you know, last month at the restaurant. I… well… I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”

“Conversation?” Dave shook his head. “What conversation?”

“The one we had following our disagreement.”

“Oh,” said Dave, “that conversation.”

Hattie was referring was a rather heated discussion which had taken place during a rare night out at a restaurant the previous month. The conversation had been on the subject of their love-life and had started out amicably but turned into a full-blown slanging match after both of them had admitted to finding sex with each other dull. Hattie had called Dave an “uncaring bastard” whilst he accused her of being frigid. Infuriated, Hattie had thrown a glass of wine over Dave’s head and stalked off to the toilets leaving her shame-faced husband alone at the table, smiling bravely as their fellow diners shot him disapproving looks.

Thankfully the evening hadn’t ended that way. Once Hattie had calmed down she’d apologised and the discussion had resumed, without the emotional outbursts. Lack of time, constant tiredness and the demands of work had all been blamed for the unsatisfying sex and both partners had agreed that their marriage as a whole was in no danger of disintegrating.

It was at that point in the conversation that Dave had jokingly suggested they should do something more adventurous in bed. They could watch porn together, buy some sex toys or even bring in a third party to spice up their lovemaking. He’d suggested a call-girl, one who’d do things for them both.

Dave stared at his wife as she stood in their kitchen in her new dress awaiting the arrival of a real prostitute. “Oh Hattie, I wasn’t being serious! It was hypothetical, a fantasy.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be. Why dream when you can have the real thing?”

“Because we’re a middle-aged married couple with kids. We don’t do things like that.”

“Why don’t we? What’s stopping us? Why does middle-aged and married have to mean boring?”

Dave gaped at his wife. “You’ve actually booked a call-girl?”

“Yes. She’s from an Escort Agency I found on the internet. She’s not a cheap prostitute who leaves cards in a phone box you know, she’s expensive and classy.”

“Classy? Really? A woman who sells sex?”

“Technically she’s selling her companionship.”

Dave snorted.

“She looks nice and she sent me a lovely email,” Hattie protested.

“Did she? Well, that’s alright then! Oh Hattie, do you actually want to watch me fuck another woman, for real?”

Hattie smiled. “She’s not just for you. I want her too.”

Dave’s jaw hit the floor. “You want a woman?”

“Yes. Does that surprise you?”

“Yes!”

“Disgust you?”

“No...”

A light tapping at the door interrupted them. Hattie turned pale.

Dave raced to the door and peered through the spy hole. “She’s here,” he whispered. “Least I assume that’s her. She’s been dropped off by a Chauffeur. Oh, nice car too.”

“That’ll be her,” squeaked Hattie. She caughed and took another swig of wine.

“Oh God, Hattie, what should we do?” asked Dave with a tremor in his voice. “Should we hide and pretend not to be here?”

Hattie shook her head. She put the wine down, smoothed out her dress and steadied herself. “I want this Dave. I think we should go through with it but if you have doubts I’ll send her away.”

Dave exhaled loudly. “She’s already paid for, yes?”

“Yes, non-refundable. We have her for an hour.”

“One hour? Right, okay.” Dave shrugged. “I never expected this you know. I didn’t ask you…”

“I know. Look, Dave, we’re not getting any younger and both of us are fed-up with our routine. So let’s change it, let’s have some fun. I can’t have another conversation about how boring our love-life is...”

“I get it.” Dave’s eyes met his wife’s and a smile spread across his face. “What the hell! Let’s do it, let’s be naughty. Hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Yes, there is,” Hattie agreed. The knocking came again. “You’d better let her in.”

Dave pushed back his hair and straightened out his tie. “Okay, here goes.”

Hattie’s loyal husband had grave concerns about what he was about to do but in spite of that, he found his penis throbbing at the idea of experiencing a threesome. It would be his first and it was something he’d never dreamed could happen – not in a million years! He was blown away by the thought of fucking another woman with his wife’s permission.

Feeling light-headed he grasped the door frame for support before mustering up the courage to open the door. He forced a smile as it swung inwards, one that was quickly replaced by a lustful leer.

“Hi I’m Chastity,” said the quiet-spoken, immaculately well-dressed beauty standing on the doorstep. “You must be Dave?”

Dave gawped at her mutely, his mouth open, his cock twitching. She was gorgeous! Tall and curvaceous she had rich dark skin, glossy hair and perfect make-up applied with subtlety, not caked on. She had an air of sophistication about her, an intelligent gleam in her eyes and a truly dazzling smile. The girl at his door didn’t look anything like Dave had imagined, she didn’t fit his image of a whore at all.

“I have got the right house haven’t I?” Chastity inquired, glancing between Dave and his terrified looking wife.

“Yes, you have, erm, Chastity?”

“I know.” She smiled. “All my clients find that amusing. It’s my real name, I didn’t make it up. Um, may I come in?”

“Oh yes. Sorry,” stammered Dave turning red in the face. He stood aside to let her pass and showed her into the living room.

Hattie remained motionless, her expression one of sheer panic. She watched in silence as Chastity unbuttoned her overcoat, slipped it off and handed it to Dave. Then she followed the two of them into her freshly hoovered front room, hovering in the doorway.

“First time Dave? Don’t be shy, I’ll look after you,” Chastity assured him. “Do you like my dress?”

Dave’s eyes wandered up and down Chastity’s body taking in the expensive dress she was wearing. It showed off her fantastically curvaceous hips and offered a tantalising glimpse of what he could now see were phenomenally large breasts. They were incredible, at least double D’s. Hattie’s choice of Escort was very sexy and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those breasts.

“You look- ” Dave swallowed hard as his throat dried out.

Chastity smiled serenely and ran her carefully manicured fingertips down his arm before turning her attentions to his quietly shaking wife. “You must be Hattie? So pleased to meet you,” she said warmly. “I believe both of you would like my services tonight, is that right?”

Hattie’s face turned scarlet. “That’s what I specified when I made the booking.”

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No,” Hattie croaked.

“Good, I’m glad about that,” said Chastity gently, “I’m going to enjoy playing with you. I do like your dress, it’s beautiful. The colour matches your eyes.”

Hattie’s cheeks blossomed into a deeper crimson and the heat in her face wasn’t the only warmth she was experiencing - her cunt burned with lustful anticipation as Chastity’s presence stirred up deeply buried feelings of intense longing.

Chastity held out her hand, “Shall we make a start Hattie? I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” She took a step towards the nervous wife. “What would you like to do first?”

Hattie fidgeted. “Maybe you should ask Dave?”

“No Hattie, you booked me. I think that gives you first choice, right Dave?”

“Um… er… yeah,” he concurred.

“I’m very amenable, Hattie. Tell me what you’d like? We can start slowly.”

“Show me your breasts,” Hattie blurted out, taken aback by her own directness. “Show them to me and let me touch them. I want to feel your nipples harden when I stroke them.”

Dave gasped. He’d had no idea his wife liked women and never thought he’d hear her asking to play with a woman’s nipples. It was shocking yet strangely erotic. His pulse quickened pumping more blood into his cock.

“Would you like to see them here or in the bedroom?” Chastity said, her voice purring. “Where would you feel more comfortable?”

Hattie glanced around anxiously. Curtains would be twitching all along the street at that very moment, she knew that. She and Dave didn’t have many visitors and certainly not beautiful young women like Chastity. There was also that chauffeur driven Mercedes; that would have them all talking for months. All eyes would be on her house and the living room was dreadfully overlooked. The master bedroom faced the rear garden, not the street, so was much more secluded.

“In the bedroom,” she instructed quickly. “It’s the first on the right upstairs.”

“And your husband? Is he going to watch or wait for us to finish?”

“Oh watch, definitely.” Hattie moved towards her husband and took his hand. “We both want to enjoy ourselves.”

“Of course, you do. Very well.”

Hattie led the way to her bedroom with Dave taking up the rear. Dave couldn’t help checking out Chastity’s ass as she mounted the staircase; curvaceous yet firm - gorgeous. He loved the bouncing movement of her ass cheeks inside her tight fitting dress and the way her stocking clad legs flexed as her red stilettoes clicked on the wooden steps.

“In here,” instructed Hattie. “I hope it’s okay.”

The master bedroom was spacious, clean and immaculately tidy. Hattie had been busy since she’d got home from work and the bedroom, like the rest of the house, was spotless. The bed was freshly made with crisp white linen and a vase of white roses stood on the highly polished dressing table. Their scent pervaded the air as the trio swept in.

“Very nice,” said Chastity looking around. “You have a lovely home.”

Hattie blushed.

“Well, where do you want me?” asked the call-girl. “On the bed?”

Dave saw his wife freeze so he slid an arm around her waist, kissed her cheek and ushered her forwards. “Go on,” he urged, “live the fantasy.”

Hattie tip-toed gingerly forwards whilst Chastity slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off. Beneath were black lacy undergarments and hold-up stockings with wide elasticated tops. Chastity’s dark skin was flawless and glistened with body oil which gave off a delicate floral scent. Her magnificent breasts sat cradled in a dangerously skimpy bra, her prominent nipples showing through the semi-transparent material. Chastity eased off her shoes, placed them neatly to one side and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked Hattie.

Hattie nodded, her eyes wide.

“Would you like to touch my lovely big breasts?”

“Yes, please. Are they real?”

“Hattie!” Dave gaped at his wife, shocked at her bluntness.

Chastity smiled serenely. “Oh yes, Mother Nature gave me these. Touch them, here, feel.”

Hattie’s hand moved tentatively closer until it came into contact with the call girl's flesh. She touched Chastity’s right nipple, caught her breath and withdrew her fingers as if scolded.

“Here, let me.” Chastity took Hattie’s hand in hers and placed it firmly on her breast holding it there. “Do you like that?” she asked softly.

Hattie shuddered, a soft moan emerging from her throat. “Yes.” Hattie’s fingers traced the outline of Chastity’s round breasts and circled her rapidly hardening nipples. Hattie gasped and looked deep into Chastity’s eyes as desire overcame her. “I’d like to suck them. Can I do that? Will you take off your bra and let me taste you?”

“Of course, I’d like that. I’d love to feel your soft lips on my nipples.”

“Strip everything off,” Hattie demanded. “I want to see you naked.”

“Oh God…” groaned Dave. He grabbed the solid erection beneath his trousers.

Chastity flashed a perfect white smile in his direction, “Dave, would you like to touch my breasts as well?”

“Oh God yes!” He uttered, his voice choked.

Dave suddenly found himself as nervous as his wife but he was dying to see those enormous trussed-up titties of Chastity’s fully exposed and to touch them…he hadn’t fondled breasts other than his wife’s in a very long time and he yearned to take Chastity’s magnificent orbs in his hands and nuzzle his face between them.

“You may have me as soon as I’ve made your wife come,” the sexy temptress promised.

Dave nodded. He didn’t mind standing back to watch Hattie play with Chastity, it made him enormously aroused. He wondered how far Hattie would go. Would she let Chastity make her come? The call-girl seemed to think she would. Oh God, he hoped so too, that would be so hot. His wife brought to orgasm by another woman… he was going to make a mess everywhere watching that!

Dave’s penis was rock hard and pulsating. He wanted to fuck Chastity too. He wanted to fuck her hard but he was willing to wait.

Chastity rolled down her stockings down her shapely legs and slithered out of her panties. Her pussy was clean shaven and a golden clit stud glinted as she moved. She was a young woman in her mid-twenties and her curvy body was toned and firm. She brushed her long black hair over her shoulder and flashed a wicked smile at Hattie as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Fully revealed her beautifully rounded DD breasts were a sight to stir-up any man…or woman. She had a pair of firm, perfectly rounded orbs with dark prominent nipples. She jiggled them playfully as she leant towards Hattie.

“Do you want to kiss them?” she said with a sultry smile.

“Oh yes.”

Dave looked on in stunned silence as his wife sank onto the bed beside the voluptuous young call-girl and buried her head between her enormous breasts. Hattie’s tongue flicked in and out, licking Chastity’s soft mounds before her mouth settled over an erect nipple. Hattie clamped down hard, sucking ravenously. She’d never taken another woman’s breast into her mouth before and it was so soft and warm…

“Oh, you’re delicious.” She groaned. “Umm, I want more. I want to taste all of you.”

Hattie’s hand travelled down Chastity’s toned abdomen and onwards between her legs. She felt the metal clit stud and the soft wet slit beyond. Her heart-rate increased sending her blood rushing noisily through her veins as her excitement built. She gazed longingly at Chastity, at her soft brown eyes, her rich dark skin, her perfect curves… she was so sexy. Hattie closed her eyes and slid her fingers smoothly inside the call girl's slippery hole.

“Ooh, that’s lovely Hattie,” breathed Chastity, “but wouldn’t you prefer it if I did that to you?”

Hattie’s eyes shot open. She’d had never had the pleasure of being finger fucked by a woman nor had she felt the velvety softness of a woman’s tongue on her sensitive clit. She longed for both and the promise of fulfilment set her whole being alight.

“Strip me, I want to be naked,” she panted as her cunt throbbed.

“And would you like me to lick your pussy for you once you’re comfortable?”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Chastity smiled. “Then that’s what I’ll do. Come closer, Hattie, let me undress you.”

Hattie allowed Chastity to unzip her dress and pushed it off her shoulders revealing the cream satin bra and panties she was wearing underneath. A cream suspender belt hung from her hips it’s dangling clips holding up a pair of gossamer thin flesh coloured stockings.

“Lovely,” commented Chastity. “Very sexy. Would you like to keep those on?”

Hattie's grin melted into a sly, seductive smile. “Would you like me too?”

“I fucking would,” muttered Dave from behind them. “Please keep it on. You look fucking stunning.”

Hattie’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Look what you’ve done to me!” Dave pointed to the bulge straining against his trousers.

Hattie giggled her eyes sparkling. She felt sexy and alive for the first time in years and pleasing Dave was a big part of that… not all of it though.

“Lie back Hattie, get comfortable,” instructed Chastity. “Dave, why don’t you undress and sit on the bed next to us. I’ve seen an erect penis before you know, you don’t have to hide it,” she said, smirking at Hattie’s husband.

Dave blushed. He still wasn’t completely comfortable having Chastity in his bedroom but his penis begged to differ; it felt like it was on fire and desperately needed releasing. He quickly unzipped his trousers to liberate it. “Oh yes,” he gasped as it sprang forward, erect and hard. He pushed his trousers to the floor and kicked them off before setting to work on his shirt and tie. Once free of his restricting garments Dave took a pew on the bed, his cock grasped firmly in his hand. He stroked it hard as the sight of the two beautiful women beside him filled him with lust and the aching desire to fuck. He jerked away, his speed increasing as his wife lay back and opened her thighs.

Chastity eased herself on top of Hattie, stroking her flat belly and covering it with lipstick smothered kisses. She moved Hattie’s silky panties aside exposing her neatly trimmed landing strip of golden curls and delicate pink slit. Dave heard a lustful cry of pleasure issue from his wife’s throat as Chastity’s long, wet tongue made contact with her clitoris. Chastity began to lick Hattie’s cunt, twirling her tongue over her sensitive nub and probing inside her.

Hattie had never felt so horny. Being with a woman was everything she’d dreamed it would be and Chastity knew exactly how to touch her to make the juices ooze from her soaking hole.

“Oh fuck! I think I’m going to come.” She let out a deep, rumbling groan as Chastity’s agile tongue flicked her clitoris, teasing and stroking her to the brink of climax. "Oh yes..."

“Do it,” Chastity purred, “I want to taste your girlie-cum. Do you squirt?”

“I don’t know. Oh God…”

Hattie began to twitch as her building orgasm sent spasms through her. She turned her head to look at Dave and was startled by the look of deepest lust he returned. Dave’s eyes were fixed on her, not Chastity. She hadn’t expected that.

“Kiss me,” she murmured to her beloved husband. “Kiss me.”

Dave rolled towards her and their lips met, parting as they did so, their tongues entwining. The couple whose sex life had been “dull” kissed each other passionately whilst the paid for sex-goddess gently inserted two fingers into Hattie’s slick tunnel, rubbing her g-spot and bringing her straight to climax. The couple’s embrace was broken apart as Hattie’s body began to buck uncontrollably.

Hattie threw back her head and arched her back. “Yes, YES! Right there, Yes!” she screamed as a shattering orgasm the like of which she’s only dreamt about made her lose control.

The whole neighbourhood must have heard her cries but Hattie didn’t care; she was having the best sex of her life and nothing was going to stop her.

Dave was loving it. “Oh fuck, you horny bitches,” he said, grunting with pleasure, “that’s so fucking hot!”

He watched Chastity finger-fuck his wife until her orgasm passed and Hattie went limp. The call-girl then proceeded to lap at her Hattie’s sensitive pussy, sucking up her juices and licking her clean whilst Hattie sighed with utter contentment.

Dave was stunned. He’d never seen Hattie have an orgasm of that magnitude and couldn’t believe how much it turned him on. And now it was his turn. He’d often wondered what it would be like to participate in a threesome but had never expected to experience it for himself, especially with Hattie. He’d thought she was too prudish to experiment, too unadventurous. He’d grossly underestimated her. He lay on his side gazing as his wife as she purred away at hands of the delectable Chastity. His throbbing penis pained him and the smell of pre-cum filled the air.

Dave stroked himself harder but kept control. He didn’t want to ejaculate before he’d had his turn with Chastity. His breathing came in rasping gulps, his blood raced. God, he needed to fuck. He yearned to sink his length into Chastity’s tight pussy and feel the warmth of her tight cunt gripping him.

“Me now, my turn,” he begged, desperate for relief from his torturous erection.

Chastity lifted her head and wiped the sticky residue of his wife’s secretions off her lips. “Of course,” she said softly. “You’ve been very patient. It’s your turn now.”

Dave enormous swollen cock throbbed, the veins standing proud, the tip purple with blood. “I’m close already.” 

“So I see," she said, eyeing him. "How would you like to finish off? Blow job? Hand job? Would you like to try ass fucking me?”

Dave shook his head. “No, nothing kinky. I want to bury my cock inside your cunt and fill you with my cum. Can I do that Chastity?”

“Yes Dave, you may.”

“Hattie? Can I?” He needed to ask, he wouldn’t do anything without her approval.

Hattie sat up and blew him a kiss. “Do it, my love,” she agreed with a saucy smile. “Let me watch you have a good fuck.”

Chastity winked at Dave and lay back. She opened her legs offering up her perfect shaved pussy with the tantalising golden stud. Dave was filled with overpowering lust but something made him hesitate. Did he really want missionary position sex when he could have anything? That wasn’t right, was it?

“Turn around,” he commanded. “I want to take you from behind.”

Chastity pushed herself up on her elbows. “Mmm, decided to do something different have you?” She crawled towards him, leant close and kissed his lips playfully. “Doggy-style happens to be my favourite. Nice and deep.”

She turned around and knelt on all fours at the edge of the bed exposing her glistening slit. She was wet, soaking, her sticky white juices oozing out from her slippery hole.

“Oh fuck!” Dave groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He moved up behind her positioning his solid cock against her soaking slit.

“That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me good and hard,” cooed Chastity with a wink at Hattie.

Dave pushed. “Oh fuck!”

Guttural grunts issued from Dave’s throat as his seven-inch erection slid smoothly past Chastity’s swollen pussy lips and sank all the way inside her. She felt so good and so different. She was tight, much tighter than Hattie and her cunt muscles gripped him with unexpected force.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled again at the sheer pleasure of it. He withdrew his penis, almost entirely, then plunged it back inside Chastity’s hole slamming it in hard. “Fuck!”

Fucking Chastity felt heavenly. Dave had been faithful to Hattie for the whole of their married life and he loved her more than anyone but the thrill of burying his penis into another woman’s cunt was indescribable.

“Oh you feel so good and your cock is huge. Fuck me harder,” urged Chastity.

Dave obeyed; nothing would give him more pleasure. He thrust deeper, harder, lost in the ecstasy of fucking such a tight cunt. He fumbled for Chastity’s pendulous breasts and grasped them firmly, the heavy roundness filling his hands. Holding tight he drove into Chastity with animal passion whilst Hattie looked on, her own body throbbing with desire at the sight of her husband fucking the exquisite whore who brought her to such a wonderful climax.

Now whose love life is dull? she mused contentedly.

Chastity began to moan, softly at first then louder. She locked her arms against Dave’s increasingly violent thrusts and felt his balls slamming against her wet pussy.

“That’s it Dave, ride me, make me scream.”

The pressure built-up in Dave’s balls, so intense it made his head spin. Suddenly he felt hands on his back, soft lips on his shoulders. Hattie was beside him kissing him and caressing him as he thrust his penis into another woman’s cunt.

That was too much… grunting loudly Dave climaxed shooting a huge load of cum deep inside Chastity’s hot tunnel. He continued to slam hard into her, filling her up with his creamy seed as the waves of his orgasm made his legs tremble.

“Oh yes Dave, yes!”

Chastity threw her head back and screamed as Dave triggered her own orgasm. Her cunt muscles contracted tightly around Dave’s penis holding him in a vice like grip which squeezed out every drop of semen. The two of them writhed together, bucking and panting whilst Hattie looked on, the disgustingly lustful scene making her smoulder inside. She kissed her sweating husband’s back whilst he slowly withdrew from the call girl’s dripping cunt. His rigid cock glistened with a slippery mix of cum and cunt juices and Hattie’s pristine sheets were stained with bodily fluids.

Hattie didn’t care. The look on her husband’s face was one of pure gratification and that was all that mattered.

“Shall I clean you?” asked Chastity quickly recovering her composure after her own surprisingly intense orgasm.

“No, I’ll do it,” smirked Hattie impishly.

Dave caught his breath his sexy wife launched an attack on his groin.

She slipped his penis deep into her mouth and started sucking at it making greedy slurping noises as she lapped up every drop of creamy goo adorning his fading erection. Her tongue swirled over his sensitive glans and licked along his shaft right down to his balls.

“Mmm, delicious,” announced Hattie coming up for air. “You’re all clean now my love. You, however,” she said to Chastity, “are not. May I? Please?”

“You want to clean me?” Chastity asked with amusement.

“I want to eat Dave’s cream from your pussy.”

“Fucking hell Hattie,” Dave exclaimed. “This I have to see!”

Chastity laughed. She couldn’t stop herself. Clients didn’t usually offer to eat her pussy but Hattie seemed eager. Shaking her head in bewilderment she lay back and opened her legs once more. “Well Hattie, if you want to be a cum-slut here’s your chance. I’m full of your husband’s cream. Look how it keeps it keeps oozing out of me.”

“Oh God yes,” uttered Hattie her head disappearing between Chastity’s soft thighs.

Dave observed his wife’s actions in stunned amazement. He watched her tongue lap greedily at Chastity’s saturated cunt sucking out the cream he’d deposited inside it. He watched her hoover it up into her mouth and swallow it back, groaning with pleasure at the taste. Hattie’s tongue swirled over Chastity’s clitoris stimulating her to excrete more juices which she sucked at with puckered lips. Dave couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Fuck Hattie you’re so hot,” he murmured, “so fucking hot.”

Chastity let out a piercing cry and began to writhe on the bed. Clients didn’t usually turn her on and her orgasms were an act. Not that night. Dave had triggered a genuine orgasm and the one Hattie teased from her with her nimble tongue was the best she’d experienced for a long time. Her body bucked and thrashed and her legs trembled as she fought the urge to slam then shut around Hattie’s face. Chastity’s orgasm was long and hard and with Hattie’s continued stimulation she wore herself out with wave after wave of delicious contractions.

When the waves subsided Chastity collapsed onto the bed sweating and drained. “Oh God,” she gasped, “I didn’t expect that.”

Hattie ran a hand lovingly over the girl’s prone body and pressed her lips against her mouth. The kiss lingered just long enough to make the call-girl purr.

“I enjoyed that,” Hattie whispered in Chastity’s ear.

“So did I,” chipped-in Dave.

Chastity laughed and ran a shaking hand down Hattie’s arm.

Hattie responded with a smile and a kiss before crawling, catlike, up the bed towards her awestruck husband. Straddling him she took him in her arms and held him in an embrace so warm and loving, one reciprocated by Dave with equal tenderness.

Chastity rolled off the bed and got to her feet. She felt a little unsteadily. She took a deep breath, gathered up her belongings and started to dress. “Time’s up I’m afraid,” she said to the entwined couple. “I have to go…unless you pay for another hour. I’ll willingly stay.”

“No need,” replied Dave, hugging Hattie tightly.

Chastity smiled, “I thought you might say that. It was lovely to meet you both. I do hope we’ll see more of each other. Make sure you ask for me when you make another booking.”

“We’ll be sure to,” said Dave. He watched Chastity button up her dress and smoothed it down. “I’ll find your coat and show you out."

Chastity waved a hand, “no need. I know where my coat is and my driver’s outside.” She blew a kiss at Hattie and Dave. “Until next time,” she said as she slipped on her shoes and quietly let herself out.

Hattie and Dave sank back on their pillows, their arms wrapped tightly around one another, their eyes glazed over.

“Thank you,” whispered Dave kissing his wife’s forehead affectionately.

“You’re welcome. Did I do the right thing then? Or I didn’t overstep the mark?”

“What do you think?” Dave smiled. “Hattie, I was thinking, can we err, you know, do that again sometime?”

Hattie raised an eyebrow. “That good huh?”

“Oh yes." He nodded enthusiastically.

“I can’t afford her again, sorry. She was very expensive.”

“I could pay and besides, you have got a birthday coming up.”

Hattie’s sexy smile illuminated her face. “So I have...”