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Wonderful foreplay before we fucked. Sometimes like rabbits. More often slow and erotic variations.

In due course I persuaded her to sit on my face while laying on my back while I licked her to orgasm and cupped her magnificent ass with my hands.

“I am watching myself in the mirror honey. That looks so good, pity you can’t see what your tongue is doing to me.”

Part of the turn on for both of us while doing this, was me telling her, “Another naked female should be sucking my rock hard cock while I am licking you, with you watching.”

“Fascinating thought.”

On one grey Sunday afternoon one of Nadia’s rather attractive female friends, Sasha, came to visit. She was a little older than us and based on some of the stories she told us about her sex life, had completely lost any inhibitions she may have had between her second and third husband.

She spoke perfect English with a European accent we couldn’t pin point and she never did tell us her exact background. Or whether she was gender fluid.

After a few drinks we started to tease her about our sex life and intimate details of how my partner liked to be licked to orgasm more than once.

With every drink she kept recrossing her gorgeous.long legs for me. Or both of us?

Sasha was obviously enjoying this banter and started asking some questions.

“How hard are you while you lick her?

“Do you get a full erection?

“How long does it take you to lick her to orgasm?

“Does she talk to you while you are licking her?

“Do you have a fuck afterwards?”

“Always and every which way,” I told her with a big smile.

“Is that true, Nadia?,” Sasha asked.

My partner always enjoys a challenge, so with a brazen smile to both of us she said, “Let’s show Sasha so she can see for herself,” as she motioned both of us to the bedroom.

“Sit in the chair and watch, Sasha. Talk to us about what you are seeing and enjoy. Really enjoy,” Nadia told her with a sexy smile.

Sasha sat mesmerised as we slowly undressed each other in front of her.

“I never realised that you had such a magnificent ass Nadia. In those heels and tiny, black thong it is sensational. Magnificently proportioned and no dimples.

“And his shaved cock is something else. Wow, huge!,” she smiles as I ask her to remove my jock strap, before I take her hand and help her slide it to my ankles.

I love flaunting my cock for a new woman. And flaunting it for a fully clothed woman is an extra buzz.

We quickly positioned ourselves so Nadia was standing legs spread, with her hands pressing against the wall for support. She is naked apart from her heels and thong.

“He loves licking and kissing my ass. So do I. He says my ass cheeks are glorious. Do you like watching Sasha?,” Nadia asks, in an agitated voice.

After I turned Nadia around she is standing with her back to the wall with her legs apart facing Sasha with me kneeling so I could lick her as Sasha watched.

I started with her nipples.

Lick and suck. Slowly to tease two women.

Then licking my way up her fleshy thighs.

“Oh wow,” Sasha exclaims as I slide Nadia’s thong down to her ankles.

“And I love your almost bald cunt lips.

“Does he shave you?”

“What a turn on,” I could hear Sasha say as Nadia put her hands behind her head as she thrust her body toward me while I slid the tip of my tongue along her shaved cunt lips.

“Do you like him licking you like that?

“Yes, I love it. Especially with you watching.”

“How wet are you?

“The way he is licking you really is something special.

“And I love the way he is holding your ass as he licks you.

“Do you orgasm while he is licking your cunt?”

“Watch and see for yourself,” Nadia murmurs as she is thrusting her cunt lips into my tongue and lips as she manipulates my head with her hands.

We are both getting off on Sasha, fully dressed, watching us. My cock is throbbing and I want to provide exquisite sexual pleasure to my lady while her girlfriend watches and enjoys.

After a short while we repositioned ourselves on the bed with me on my back and Nadia kneeling above my lips so I could lick her pussy.

I made a point of positioning myself so I could watch Sasha’s reaction.

I had my partners glorious ass cheeks in my hands, as I manipulated and slid her cunt lips over my lips.

“You two are such a turn on.

“A huge turn on. And you have answered my questions.

“You are rock hard while you lick her, and your thick erection is huge.

“Do you like him licking you?

“How far away from cumming are you?”

It was then I noticed Sasha stand up and position herself so she could kiss my partner.

“Being kissed both ends by two different people is magic.

“One naked and one fully dressed, what a buzz,” Nadia moans.

“I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, cumming.

“Yes, baby, yes, yes.”

“Keep licking her and make her cum for a second time,” I heard Sasha say as she vanished from my line of sight.

In just a few seconds I could feel Sasha’s hands on my erection and then feel her sucking my cock.

Slowly and very teasingly at first and then with gusto as my partner told her, “I am watching you suck his cock in the mirror while he licks my cunt.

“What a turn on. I have never seen his cock so aroused. Suck him.

“Fuck him with your mouth.”

And then to me, “Fuck my cunt with your tongue.

“Fuck it! Fuck it!

“Do you want Sasha to make you cum before I cum.

“Or after I cum?”

This appeared to be a challenge for Sasha who then increased the pressure of her mouth and tongue and simultaneously used her thumb and forefinger on my bulging, throbbing cock.

A wonderful new sexual experience on a grey Sunday afternoon as Nadia and I orgasmed together.

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