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I was cuddling up to my wife wondering how far I was going to get tonight. Some night all it takes is a raised eyebrow and then hours later we’re tiding up our discarded clothing from where ever they hit.
Other nights I get a definite no, hell some nights I say no. Tonight I wanted it more than she did. So far she hadn’t said no but she wasn’t joining in. I was having to work for it. I was in just my bed shorts and she had one of her long t-shirt nightie things she wears.
She had her back to me lying on her side. I was leaning forward just letting my lips graze her shoulder blade. Half kissing half blowing. My right hand was running up and down her thigh. She had her knees clamped together but as my kissing caught her attention she shifted slightly. My hand dropped and gently probed the gap that had opened. Finding her much more sensitive inner thigh.
Things were starting to look up. Provided I didn’t rush this I should be able be able to get what I wanted. Just then we both heard a knocking at the front door. She tensed rigid and I groaned in disappointment. If it was one of our nights of wild love making we would have both ignored it. Tonight I was moving out of bed before she asked me to. I pulled on a robe and belted it loosely on. Now to find out who had caused me a night of fun.
I opened the front door and looked in amazement. In front of me stood Kali, a woman from the other end of our street but it was Kali as I’d never seen her before.
When Kali moved into our street about six months ago it took me a while to realise she was a Muslim. Now her skin tone told me that someone in her family hadn’t been born in this country but whenever she spoke you knew she was born and bred local. She dressed modern but modest. Usually trousers or jeans with full blouses. What finally gave it away was when I saw her dressed formally for some family party. It was the first time I ever saw her with the hijab on. That was when it struck me I always saw her with a hat of some sort. Usually it was a baseball cap, sometimes a beret or woolly hat. She had found the way to keep her traditions and not stand out.
Now however she was wearing a full burka, she unveiled her face as I opened the door. This told me two things. She was crying and she had a mark across her cheek. Someone had hit her.
“Can I come in Steve?” she asked through her tears.
I opened the door fully and stood to one side. We must have looked a sight if anyone saw us. Me in a thigh high robe and her the traditional modest Muslim girl.
“Katy!” I shouted up the stairs. “You best get down here.”
I followed Kali into the living room, she’d visited enough to know her way round our house, usually as I guest of Katy’s in the daylight hours. Katy had hurried down the stairs she hadn’t bothered with a dressing gown and was in just her t-shirt.
As soon as she saw Kali she pulled her into a hug. “You poor girl. Has he done it again?”
“For the last time. I’m not going back. Can I stay here tonight?” Her tone went from defiance to one of pleading.
I answered before Katy could. “Absolutely, as long as you need.” I had a low tolerance for wife beaters and was already making plans for meeting her husband in a dark alleyway.
Katy nodded her agreement with my declaration.
“Thank you both.” Some of the tension seemed to leave her. “Do you mind if I take this sack off then?” She pulled at the front of the burka.
I headed out of the room to put the kettle on and by the time I was back in Kali was dressed quite differently. She was now wearing some stretch exercise trousers that came just below her knee but clung to her and showed off an arse I’d never noticed before. Her t-shirt was tighter than I’d ever seen her in and showed that although her tits where probably only a b cup she had a nice flat tummy.
“Drink?” I asked from the doorway.
She turned to me and pulled her head scarf off as she did so. She threw the head scarf onto the floor and cursed in a language I didn’t know. Her long black hair fell half way down her back and she ruffled her fingers through it giving it some body.
“Whisky please.”
My head snapped round to Katy as we both shared a surprised look.
Kali repeated herself. “If that bastard thinks I’m a bad Muslim wife, I’ll show him what bad is. I’d like a whisky please.”
Katy just shrugged at me and I went off to get us some drinks. I returned with three tumblers with a fingers worth of whisky in each of them. The women took their drinks sitting side by side on the sofa I sat in the chair facing them with mine.
I went through my whisky drinking ritual of swirling and smelling before tasting. As I took a sip, I glanced over at the two women. Katy 5’6, shoulder length ginger hair, with a classic hourglass figure. Kali slightly taller and thinner but with a figure worth looking at. Neither women was paying me much attention. I enjoyed the view across at my knickerless wife. Then my eyes wandered over Kali. The pants she wore did nothing for her modesty, they were probably a size too small and stretched too tight. She was wearing pale knickers maybe white, maybe a pale pastel. The thing that really caught my attention though wasn’t the tightness of the lycra or the colour of her panties it was her camel toe.
I was thankful I had the robe on. That hid the fact that my dick was now making a tent in my pants. Once you’ve noticed something like that it’s hard to stop. I glanced back to Katy and while her pussy was a safe place to look it was overly familiar. I had licked every bit of it. I had her sit on my face and wiggle back and forth. However, the protruding lips of her dusky friend were too tantalising to look away from.
Katy must have noticed were I was looking and I guessed she knew the signs of me getting turned on beside the growing thing I was keeping hidden.
“Are you looking up my skirt?” She asked loudly.
“No, you’re not wearing a skirt or underwear either.” I laughed to cover my embarrassment. It seemed a better answer than the truth and I wasn’t sure how Kali would cope with our bluntness we were usually quite polite around her, not drinking or swearing and definitely no sex talk.
“As long as you can control yourself around me.” Kali said. “I have lost my modesty”, she glanced down at her headscarf. Then to my surprise spat into it. “I’ve been taught that men would lose control if I did things like this. Yet there you are sitting there not having sex with me. These are the most daring clothes I own. My mother would faint if she saw me. My husband would call me a western whore. Yet as daring as I am you are far more daring than me.”
“We were dressed for bed.” Katy explained. “Even I wouldn’t dress like this outside. I wouldn’t dress like this if a man other than Steve was present. You are dressed in a way that would turn most men’s heads. You are showing off your figure to good effect.
Kali then turned to me. “Is that true Steve? Would you give me a second glance on the street?”
I quickly glanced over at Katy and we shared a lot of communication in that glance. She told me to be honest. I was told to be respectful. I was told that no she wouldn’t be angry if I complimented this women in front of her.
“Kali dear, if you went out like that you’d be a car crash waiting to happen. The lycra is so tight I can see the full line of your knickers. You would turn so many heads everyone would forget to keep their eyes on the road and would just be looking at you.”
Katy glanced over to me and I got the feeling I may have gone too far. “Go get the spare duvets out of the wardrobe.”
Which I knew was women speak for bugger off and let me find out how much you’ve offended my friend. I went upstairs and got all the blankets duvets and pillows to make up the guest bed but didn’t head back down until I was called. I glanced down at my cock, willing it to go flaccid again. I wasn’t having much luck with that.
I was eventually called downstairs and headed down with all the blankets and stuff before returning to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed, robe now back on the door hooks. A tent in my pants. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but every time I closed my eyes my brain replayed the image of Kali’s camel toe and her perky little tits.
Katy had come back into the room. Quick as a flash her hand was inside my pants and wrapped around my cock. “Oh dear has our little cock tease house guest turned you on?”
I tried to find an answer that would enable me to keep my balls attached.
“It’s alright, she did it on purpose. She knew you could see straight through that lycra and she told me her panties are too small. I’ve come to get her one of my nighties. Why don’t you take it down for her so she can see the effects of her cock teasing on you?” Her hand had gone from hostile to caressing my dick. She slowly run her hand up and down it. Then quick as a flash my shorts were off. “I’m sure she’d like to see the affect she had one you.”
“I think that would be a remarkably bad idea. She has been hit by her husband today and even though she is pushing boundaries she still won’t want to see me like this.”
“I think you’ll find she does.” Katy jumped off the bed “if you won’t go see her I’ll bring her up to see you. Don’t cover up.”
Katy must be out of her mind. This girl might be feeling a bit rebellious towards her husband but there was no way she was going to head back up stairs to see me. Although the question of what would I do is she did. Katy and I had talked about our fantasises, although we had never really indulged in them. She knew I had one for a threesome with another girl but then what straight man hadn’t?
The door creaked open and Kali came into the room followed by Katy. She gasped as she saw me lying down but standing tall.
“Told you.” Said Katy from behind her. “You shouldn’t take such a high risk bet.”
Kali shook her head. “No you must have told him he was playing with himself to get this big.”
“Steve? Where you looking up my skirt earlier?” Katy asked me.
“No, Kali when you sit down in those too tight pants and you don’t keep your knees together it shows off your camel toe. I was looking at that and occasionally your breasts too.”
Kali’s brow furrowed. “Camel toe? What’s that?”
Katy’s arm reached from behind across her waist and headed down. “This is your camel toe dear, your pussy lips. So that erect cock is all for you.”
Kali looked over to me and I nodded confirmation I was curious what bet Katy had made. I was even more curious how this was going to play out. So far I was the only one naked in the room and wanted some equality.
“What did you bet Kali?”
“Katy told me you had spent most of this evening staring at me and hiding your erection. Then she told me you were lying naked upstairs thinking about me. She then told me if it was true I had to suck her off first before you would fuck me. If it was false then you would both suck and fuck me until I had enough.”
I nearly came then and there. My wife had made a bet that win or lose I got to fuck this girl standing in my bedroom door who was now slowly undressing. It turned out her panties were a pastel blue to match the bra that was sitting on the floor.
Katy took off her t-shirt and sat back against the headboard legs spread wide, pussy glistening. Kali crawled up the bed on all four and lapped like at a dog at my wife. Katy met my eye as I kneeled behind Kali. "You don’t enter her till I’ve cum."
I know my wife’s breathing patterns when she is turned on. Kali was going an excellent job licking away with her arse in the air. I entered her with two fingers. I gave no warning. I was going to go as far as the first knuckle but she was so sopping wet I met no resistance and went to the second.
Katy was starting to pant and I knew she was close. Her eyes were half closed and her head tilted back. “Now fuck her.”
I took out my fingers and replaced it with my cock pushing my full length in with one hard movement. I pushed my weight against her, pushing her face harder into Katy who came at that point.
I was so turned on from watching this lesbian show that I was only on my fourth stroke before I started to shoot my load. My groaning was in disappointment and pleasure.
Katy looked across at me. “I promised her a good fucking. You don’t normally come so quick.”
“I don’t normally get to watch another women eat out my wife.”
Katy shrugged to the truth of that. “She’s down one orgasm. It’s your job to make her cum. Eat her out.”
Katy moved off the bed and guided Kali to her place. I crawled up the bed Kali’s cunt glistening with my cum. I could see it oozing from her lips. This was something I did occasionally with Katy. It wasn’t my favourite thing, as much as I loved eating her out the taste of my cum overlying everything wasn’t. Once when she asked me to I offered to do something else. That was when she told me it was the fact she knew I didn’t enjoy it that turned her on. Me being willing to do something just for her that I didn’t enjoy made her cum buckets.
As I licked and slurped and sucked away, first at kali’s lips then up to her clit, then moving from one to the other, Katy took my cock in her mouth and sucked me hard again.
It didn’t take her long, she took me deeper than usual into her mouth swirling her tongue as she did. “I love the taste of her cunt on you. Kali at some point tonight you’re going to sit on my face. If you taste as good first hand as second it should be fun. Now.” She slapped my arse as she spoke. “You on your back. Kali you ride his cock and I’ll have his face.
It didn’t take long before we were all in position. I got to watch Kali sigh in happiness as she impaled herself on me then my vision was blocked as Katy lowered herself down on my face. Usually when we do this she faces me. This time she was facing Kali. I heard some muffled conversation.
“You sucked me till I cum but you don’t want to kiss me?”
After that kissing noises were added to the mix of muffled sounds I could hear. With Kali in control and with Katy kissing her it wasn’t long before she cum. I felt her spasm around me. I was still some time off and could happily have hammered away at her some more.
“If it’s ok with everyone.” Katy said. “I’d like some of my husband’s cock tonight.”
We all moved round again. This time it was Kali at the top of the bed. Katy attacking her with her tongue and me with my glistening cock kneeling behind my wife. I went in two fingers before I swapped my fingers for my cock. With my index finger glistening from her juices I slowly started to play with her arse.
Katy isn’t that keen on anal. We have do it once or twice a year but it’s something she does for me. She stopped licking Kali and looked back over her shoulder. “Make me cum, then I’ll consider it.”
So I did just that. I knew Katy’s body well. I knew how to angle my strokes to drive up into her g spot. I knew when to slow and when to speed up. I was moving slowly but coming out until just my tip was left in her then pushing in till my balls spanked against her.
She was already close, three strokes like that and she started to pant. I then increased my tempo, her customary shouts were muffled as Kali held the back of her head and wouldn’t let her up as she was enjoying an orgasm of her own.
When Kali did let Katy up, she grabbed the girl’s legs and pulled her further down the bed. She then swung her leg over and straddled her in the classic sixty-nine position with Katy on top. Before she went back to work with her tongue she pulled Kali’s legs higher then wider apart.
“You want an arse?” She spat on to Kali’s crack and I watched the saliva roll over her rose bud of an arse. I couldn’t tell if her initial noises were of protest, surprise pain or pleasure. They were all muffled by Katy sitting on her face. Once she was used to me there and I started to build a rhythm it was definitely pleasure but with Katy working her clit with her mouth and my cock in her arse she came quickly and I was not far behind.
Once Katy came again with me and Kali taking turns sucking her, I was far too tired to do anything else. I fell asleep and was disturbed only once when their orgasms got too loud from the two of them going through Katy’s stash of vibrators.
Other nights I get a definite no, hell some nights I say no. Tonight I wanted it more than she did. So far she hadn’t said no but she wasn’t joining in. I was having to work for it. I was in just my bed shorts and she had one of her long t-shirt nightie things she wears.
She had her back to me lying on her side. I was leaning forward just letting my lips graze her shoulder blade. Half kissing half blowing. My right hand was running up and down her thigh. She had her knees clamped together but as my kissing caught her attention she shifted slightly. My hand dropped and gently probed the gap that had opened. Finding her much more sensitive inner thigh.
Things were starting to look up. Provided I didn’t rush this I should be able be able to get what I wanted. Just then we both heard a knocking at the front door. She tensed rigid and I groaned in disappointment. If it was one of our nights of wild love making we would have both ignored it. Tonight I was moving out of bed before she asked me to. I pulled on a robe and belted it loosely on. Now to find out who had caused me a night of fun.
I opened the front door and looked in amazement. In front of me stood Kali, a woman from the other end of our street but it was Kali as I’d never seen her before.
When Kali moved into our street about six months ago it took me a while to realise she was a Muslim. Now her skin tone told me that someone in her family hadn’t been born in this country but whenever she spoke you knew she was born and bred local. She dressed modern but modest. Usually trousers or jeans with full blouses. What finally gave it away was when I saw her dressed formally for some family party. It was the first time I ever saw her with the hijab on. That was when it struck me I always saw her with a hat of some sort. Usually it was a baseball cap, sometimes a beret or woolly hat. She had found the way to keep her traditions and not stand out.
Now however she was wearing a full burka, she unveiled her face as I opened the door. This told me two things. She was crying and she had a mark across her cheek. Someone had hit her.
“Can I come in Steve?” she asked through her tears.
I opened the door fully and stood to one side. We must have looked a sight if anyone saw us. Me in a thigh high robe and her the traditional modest Muslim girl.
“Katy!” I shouted up the stairs. “You best get down here.”
I followed Kali into the living room, she’d visited enough to know her way round our house, usually as I guest of Katy’s in the daylight hours. Katy had hurried down the stairs she hadn’t bothered with a dressing gown and was in just her t-shirt.
As soon as she saw Kali she pulled her into a hug. “You poor girl. Has he done it again?”
“For the last time. I’m not going back. Can I stay here tonight?” Her tone went from defiance to one of pleading.
I answered before Katy could. “Absolutely, as long as you need.” I had a low tolerance for wife beaters and was already making plans for meeting her husband in a dark alleyway.
Katy nodded her agreement with my declaration.
“Thank you both.” Some of the tension seemed to leave her. “Do you mind if I take this sack off then?” She pulled at the front of the burka.
I headed out of the room to put the kettle on and by the time I was back in Kali was dressed quite differently. She was now wearing some stretch exercise trousers that came just below her knee but clung to her and showed off an arse I’d never noticed before. Her t-shirt was tighter than I’d ever seen her in and showed that although her tits where probably only a b cup she had a nice flat tummy.
“Drink?” I asked from the doorway.
She turned to me and pulled her head scarf off as she did so. She threw the head scarf onto the floor and cursed in a language I didn’t know. Her long black hair fell half way down her back and she ruffled her fingers through it giving it some body.
“Whisky please.”
My head snapped round to Katy as we both shared a surprised look.
Kali repeated herself. “If that bastard thinks I’m a bad Muslim wife, I’ll show him what bad is. I’d like a whisky please.”
Katy just shrugged at me and I went off to get us some drinks. I returned with three tumblers with a fingers worth of whisky in each of them. The women took their drinks sitting side by side on the sofa I sat in the chair facing them with mine.
I went through my whisky drinking ritual of swirling and smelling before tasting. As I took a sip, I glanced over at the two women. Katy 5’6, shoulder length ginger hair, with a classic hourglass figure. Kali slightly taller and thinner but with a figure worth looking at. Neither women was paying me much attention. I enjoyed the view across at my knickerless wife. Then my eyes wandered over Kali. The pants she wore did nothing for her modesty, they were probably a size too small and stretched too tight. She was wearing pale knickers maybe white, maybe a pale pastel. The thing that really caught my attention though wasn’t the tightness of the lycra or the colour of her panties it was her camel toe.
I was thankful I had the robe on. That hid the fact that my dick was now making a tent in my pants. Once you’ve noticed something like that it’s hard to stop. I glanced back to Katy and while her pussy was a safe place to look it was overly familiar. I had licked every bit of it. I had her sit on my face and wiggle back and forth. However, the protruding lips of her dusky friend were too tantalising to look away from.
Katy must have noticed were I was looking and I guessed she knew the signs of me getting turned on beside the growing thing I was keeping hidden.
“Are you looking up my skirt?” She asked loudly.
“No, you’re not wearing a skirt or underwear either.” I laughed to cover my embarrassment. It seemed a better answer than the truth and I wasn’t sure how Kali would cope with our bluntness we were usually quite polite around her, not drinking or swearing and definitely no sex talk.
“As long as you can control yourself around me.” Kali said. “I have lost my modesty”, she glanced down at her headscarf. Then to my surprise spat into it. “I’ve been taught that men would lose control if I did things like this. Yet there you are sitting there not having sex with me. These are the most daring clothes I own. My mother would faint if she saw me. My husband would call me a western whore. Yet as daring as I am you are far more daring than me.”
“We were dressed for bed.” Katy explained. “Even I wouldn’t dress like this outside. I wouldn’t dress like this if a man other than Steve was present. You are dressed in a way that would turn most men’s heads. You are showing off your figure to good effect.
Kali then turned to me. “Is that true Steve? Would you give me a second glance on the street?”
I quickly glanced over at Katy and we shared a lot of communication in that glance. She told me to be honest. I was told to be respectful. I was told that no she wouldn’t be angry if I complimented this women in front of her.
“Kali dear, if you went out like that you’d be a car crash waiting to happen. The lycra is so tight I can see the full line of your knickers. You would turn so many heads everyone would forget to keep their eyes on the road and would just be looking at you.”
Katy glanced over to me and I got the feeling I may have gone too far. “Go get the spare duvets out of the wardrobe.”
Which I knew was women speak for bugger off and let me find out how much you’ve offended my friend. I went upstairs and got all the blankets duvets and pillows to make up the guest bed but didn’t head back down until I was called. I glanced down at my cock, willing it to go flaccid again. I wasn’t having much luck with that.
I was eventually called downstairs and headed down with all the blankets and stuff before returning to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed, robe now back on the door hooks. A tent in my pants. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but every time I closed my eyes my brain replayed the image of Kali’s camel toe and her perky little tits.
Katy had come back into the room. Quick as a flash her hand was inside my pants and wrapped around my cock. “Oh dear has our little cock tease house guest turned you on?”
I tried to find an answer that would enable me to keep my balls attached.
“It’s alright, she did it on purpose. She knew you could see straight through that lycra and she told me her panties are too small. I’ve come to get her one of my nighties. Why don’t you take it down for her so she can see the effects of her cock teasing on you?” Her hand had gone from hostile to caressing my dick. She slowly run her hand up and down it. Then quick as a flash my shorts were off. “I’m sure she’d like to see the affect she had one you.”
“I think that would be a remarkably bad idea. She has been hit by her husband today and even though she is pushing boundaries she still won’t want to see me like this.”
“I think you’ll find she does.” Katy jumped off the bed “if you won’t go see her I’ll bring her up to see you. Don’t cover up.”
Katy must be out of her mind. This girl might be feeling a bit rebellious towards her husband but there was no way she was going to head back up stairs to see me. Although the question of what would I do is she did. Katy and I had talked about our fantasises, although we had never really indulged in them. She knew I had one for a threesome with another girl but then what straight man hadn’t?
The door creaked open and Kali came into the room followed by Katy. She gasped as she saw me lying down but standing tall.
“Told you.” Said Katy from behind her. “You shouldn’t take such a high risk bet.”
Kali shook her head. “No you must have told him he was playing with himself to get this big.”
“Steve? Where you looking up my skirt earlier?” Katy asked me.
“No, Kali when you sit down in those too tight pants and you don’t keep your knees together it shows off your camel toe. I was looking at that and occasionally your breasts too.”
Kali’s brow furrowed. “Camel toe? What’s that?”
Katy’s arm reached from behind across her waist and headed down. “This is your camel toe dear, your pussy lips. So that erect cock is all for you.”
Kali looked over to me and I nodded confirmation I was curious what bet Katy had made. I was even more curious how this was going to play out. So far I was the only one naked in the room and wanted some equality.
“What did you bet Kali?”
“Katy told me you had spent most of this evening staring at me and hiding your erection. Then she told me you were lying naked upstairs thinking about me. She then told me if it was true I had to suck her off first before you would fuck me. If it was false then you would both suck and fuck me until I had enough.”
I nearly came then and there. My wife had made a bet that win or lose I got to fuck this girl standing in my bedroom door who was now slowly undressing. It turned out her panties were a pastel blue to match the bra that was sitting on the floor.
Katy took off her t-shirt and sat back against the headboard legs spread wide, pussy glistening. Kali crawled up the bed on all four and lapped like at a dog at my wife. Katy met my eye as I kneeled behind Kali. "You don’t enter her till I’ve cum."
I know my wife’s breathing patterns when she is turned on. Kali was going an excellent job licking away with her arse in the air. I entered her with two fingers. I gave no warning. I was going to go as far as the first knuckle but she was so sopping wet I met no resistance and went to the second.
Katy was starting to pant and I knew she was close. Her eyes were half closed and her head tilted back. “Now fuck her.”
I took out my fingers and replaced it with my cock pushing my full length in with one hard movement. I pushed my weight against her, pushing her face harder into Katy who came at that point.
I was so turned on from watching this lesbian show that I was only on my fourth stroke before I started to shoot my load. My groaning was in disappointment and pleasure.
Katy looked across at me. “I promised her a good fucking. You don’t normally come so quick.”
“I don’t normally get to watch another women eat out my wife.”
Katy shrugged to the truth of that. “She’s down one orgasm. It’s your job to make her cum. Eat her out.”
Katy moved off the bed and guided Kali to her place. I crawled up the bed Kali’s cunt glistening with my cum. I could see it oozing from her lips. This was something I did occasionally with Katy. It wasn’t my favourite thing, as much as I loved eating her out the taste of my cum overlying everything wasn’t. Once when she asked me to I offered to do something else. That was when she told me it was the fact she knew I didn’t enjoy it that turned her on. Me being willing to do something just for her that I didn’t enjoy made her cum buckets.
As I licked and slurped and sucked away, first at kali’s lips then up to her clit, then moving from one to the other, Katy took my cock in her mouth and sucked me hard again.
It didn’t take her long, she took me deeper than usual into her mouth swirling her tongue as she did. “I love the taste of her cunt on you. Kali at some point tonight you’re going to sit on my face. If you taste as good first hand as second it should be fun. Now.” She slapped my arse as she spoke. “You on your back. Kali you ride his cock and I’ll have his face.
It didn’t take long before we were all in position. I got to watch Kali sigh in happiness as she impaled herself on me then my vision was blocked as Katy lowered herself down on my face. Usually when we do this she faces me. This time she was facing Kali. I heard some muffled conversation.
“You sucked me till I cum but you don’t want to kiss me?”
After that kissing noises were added to the mix of muffled sounds I could hear. With Kali in control and with Katy kissing her it wasn’t long before she cum. I felt her spasm around me. I was still some time off and could happily have hammered away at her some more.
“If it’s ok with everyone.” Katy said. “I’d like some of my husband’s cock tonight.”
We all moved round again. This time it was Kali at the top of the bed. Katy attacking her with her tongue and me with my glistening cock kneeling behind my wife. I went in two fingers before I swapped my fingers for my cock. With my index finger glistening from her juices I slowly started to play with her arse.
Katy isn’t that keen on anal. We have do it once or twice a year but it’s something she does for me. She stopped licking Kali and looked back over her shoulder. “Make me cum, then I’ll consider it.”
So I did just that. I knew Katy’s body well. I knew how to angle my strokes to drive up into her g spot. I knew when to slow and when to speed up. I was moving slowly but coming out until just my tip was left in her then pushing in till my balls spanked against her.
She was already close, three strokes like that and she started to pant. I then increased my tempo, her customary shouts were muffled as Kali held the back of her head and wouldn’t let her up as she was enjoying an orgasm of her own.
When Kali did let Katy up, she grabbed the girl’s legs and pulled her further down the bed. She then swung her leg over and straddled her in the classic sixty-nine position with Katy on top. Before she went back to work with her tongue she pulled Kali’s legs higher then wider apart.
“You want an arse?” She spat on to Kali’s crack and I watched the saliva roll over her rose bud of an arse. I couldn’t tell if her initial noises were of protest, surprise pain or pleasure. They were all muffled by Katy sitting on her face. Once she was used to me there and I started to build a rhythm it was definitely pleasure but with Katy working her clit with her mouth and my cock in her arse she came quickly and I was not far behind.
Once Katy came again with me and Kali taking turns sucking her, I was far too tired to do anything else. I fell asleep and was disturbed only once when their orgasms got too loud from the two of them going through Katy’s stash of vibrators.
Elle
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