Lisa woke up for the second time that morning, her hands instinctively reaching for her special spot. She gave a silent gasp as the digital appendix found its mark and it was only then that she allowed herself to open her eyes.
To her right she gazed upon the satisfied smirk of her beloved husband, sound asleep yet again.
To her left, as she turned her head, there was another sleeping Adonis, her husband’s best friend, Colin.
‘What a fucking night!’ she thought to herself before her thoughts rekindled, ‘What a fucking morning!’ she corrected herself.
She rose from the bed, gingerly and glanced back at the two hunks that had given her so much pleasure.
Hunks? Well they could hardly be called that but, in her mind, they certainly were.
She allowed herself one more indulgent moment as she ogled, from left to right, at the duo of cocks, lying limp between both men’s legs that, when they were rigid, had taken her to sexual pleasure that she had never known before.
She sighed and turned to leave the bedroom, her thirst being a more immediate problem; she needed to quench that so she, reluctantly, left her two sleeping beauties in order to boil a kettle for a desperately needed cup of tea.
One last thing caught her attention before she made her way downstairs to the kitchen; she looked at the sheet that had been the recipient of their earlier passion and gasped, ‘What a fucking mess!’ as she spotted all the stains, both male and female, that had been deposited there.
She smirked at the memory of how all those stains were deposited!
A moment later she was in her kitchen and the kettle was already starting to boil, its hissing sound drowning out the noise of the radio that was playing in the background. She was, dreamingly, preparing her mug when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a blue flash from her phone. Curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up to see that she had one new message.
Lisa opened her mobile to see who had texted her and was not too surprised when she saw that it was from Helen.
Helen is Colin’s partner, the reason why he had to stay over last night; the mere thought of that brought a tingle to her extremely abused, and satisfied, lower regions.
Helen is also Lisa’s best pal; they had known each other since school. They had been best buddies, long before Mike had come into her life, and they had never held back in telling each other about any highs or lows that they had experienced. They were true pals Lisa had even introduced her and Colin together, although the word ‘introduced’ might not be appropriate as it had happened a few years ago when she and Mike were experimenting with what you might call an adult scene. On that particular occasion there had been quite a queue to the room where Helen had been showing off her two best assets and, by the time that Colin finally got to masturbate in front of her, Helen’s bra was absolutely saturated with the deposit of five other wankers! She had deliberately kept her bra on and, as each man ejaculated, she would make sure that as much sperm as possible drenched her and left a soggy deposit in her supportive lingerie.
Colin made that number six…quite an ‘introduction’!
Still, that was a long time ago, although Helen still gets excited thinking about it, especially the short walk home afterwards when she felt all that goo squelching at the bases of her boobs, and the fact that nobody, who even glanced in her direction, could ever possibly imagined, in their wildest dreams, why she had the biggest, naughtiest, smile on her face.
But that was years ago.
‘Oh shit!’ Lisa thought to herself as she finally opened up the message.
‘Hi Lisa, is Colin with you? We had a row and I want to make sure that he is ok. Hxxx’
Lisa thought for a moment before replying. She knew that she couldn’t mention that she had enjoyed the taste of his cock as he rammed it down her throat or, for that matter, how she loved the feel of his dick as he erupted (twice) inside her sodden pussy; nor could she type in what it felt like when he ejaculated up her arse!
She knew that she would tell Helen all these things at some point, but not in a text.
Her fingers rattled her message back.
‘Hi H, Colin is here, still sleeping as he and Mike were at it hard all night! Come over and I’ll make lunch for the four of us. It’ll be fun and you and Colin can kiss and make up! Lxxx’
She smiled at the innuendo as she pressed the send button.
It was only seconds later when her phone bleeped again.
‘I’ll be there in half an hour! Hxxx’
As soon as Lisa had sent her reply the next word that came from her lips was “Shit!” and she ran upstairs to her bedroom to wake her lover up. She paused for a moment when she entered the room to admire his manhood that just lay there, between his legs, but she tore her naughty thoughts from her mind and simply approached him and gave his beautiful buttocks a resounding smack.
“What the fuck!” was her reward as Colin was abruptly woken from whatever wet dream that he was enjoying.
“Get up!” Lisa hissed at him, “Helen will be here soon, you’ve got to have a shower.”
“What?” he repeated without the swearing bit.
“You heard me,” Lisa said in a strident voice, “now get the fuck up!”
Colin reacted immediately and Lisa couldn’t be anything but impressed at the way he moved so quickly and her eyes allowed herself one more indulgent moment as his penis swung from side to side of his thighs as he left the bed of lust and ran into the bathroom.
All the recent commotion had also brought her husband back to the land of the living; his first view being of his pals bum as it disappeared from the bedroom.
“What the fuck,” he asked, “is happening?”
“We’re having a guest over for lunch.”
“Oh shit! Helen?”
“You’ve got it in one hubby, now get ready as well; she’ll be here in half an hour and I need help in the kitchen!”
Hubby obeyed and he went into the bathroom as well and jumped into the shower as soon as Colin left it. They smiled at each other with a knowing look as if to say “Wow!”
Twenty minutes later both men were in the kitchen offering to be of any help. Lisa would normally have declined but not this time and she delegated each man to help her prepare the base for the Stroganoff that she was concocting. “I must grab a swift shower myself,” she said with a naughty wink, “just make sure that we enough mushrooms.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Colin gave a comical salute as Lisa headed upstairs.
“Oh and Mike?” she paused at the door.
“Make sure that there is a ton of garlic in the sauce!”
The door bell rang, too soon seemingly, and Mike turned to Colin and said, “I think that you’d better answer that.”
“You do?” Colin replied with a lump in his throat.
“Do it now!” Mike added with more authority and Colin did as he was summoned.
“Hi there honey,” was his first remark as he saw his lovely Helen in front of him, “I’m so, so sorry,” was his second remark as he pulled her in to their friend’s house and gave her a huge cuddle. “Can you forgive me?”
“Of course I can honey,” was her milky response as she felt the arms of the man that she loved caress and squeeze her.
Both words came out of Lisa’s mouth as she came to the bottom of the stairs, smelling fresh from her shower, and she gave her friend a kiss on each cheek to welcome her. “Come on in, lunch is nearly ready.”
“Thank you,” Helen said demurely and the trio moved on into the kitchen where the waft of fresh cooking was being prepared, extra garlic included.
“Hi Mike,” Helen greeted Lisa’s husband as she entered the room first. Mike immediately dropped the spoon that he was using to stir the feast and turned round to give her a generous hug, as he always did, given the chance, if only to feel her firm breasts against him.
“Good to see you, Helen. I hope you’re peckish?” the last sentence being said in a slightly promiscuous way as he took the brief moment to give her ass a playful squeeze.
“Are you cooking?” she asked, trying to disguise the small thrill that she got from his touch; after all, he was her best friend’s husband.
“Good Lord no!” Mike confessed as he hurriedly gave her butt another quick fondle before Lisa was able to see, “I’m just the stirrer!”
Lisa had seen the small display of intimacy between the two but decided to ignore it for now.
“Ok,” she said with a theatrical cough, “I think that is time to pit the rice on.”
“Absolutely my darling,” and Mike went off to continue his culinary duties.
“And you two,” Lisa glanced at Helen and Colin, “Well, you two have something to discuss, don’t you?”
They both looked sheepishly at their host and nodded.
“Good,” Lisa “then go up to the spare bedroom and sort things out. You have,” she took a peek at her watch, “about fifteen minutes before the rice is ready.”
Colin’s first response was to lean forward and give Lisa an, apparently, innocent hug and a kiss that just brushed her earlobe. What wasn’t so innocent was what he whispered into her ear.
“Where the fuck is the spare bedroom?”
Lisa thanked him innocently as well and returned his gesture.
“Up the stairs, second on the right you fucking moron!”
The whole action had taken only seconds but it had an impact on the watching Helen who had, by the way, excellent hearing!
Colin spun around and grasped Helen’s wrist. “You heard the lady,” he said in a throaty voice, “We have fifteen minutes to talk.”
They, basically, ran upstairs to have their conversation and Mike and Lisa shared a common smile as they worked together to finish the preparation of the aforementioned lunch.
As Mike continued to stir the aromatic sauce he turned around and asked his highly aroused wife, “Do you think that they will be ok?”
For a reply Lisa simply looked up to the ceiling and urged her randy husband to close his eyes. “Do you hear that?”
“What?” he looked bemused.
“Just listen,” she whispered
There was no mistaking it, the sound that was, of creaking floor boards as the couple above them had obviously started their ‘conversation’ in earnest.
“Lucky bastard!” hissed Mike before adding, as he looked up at the ceiling, “but if he cracks the plaster I’ll fucking have him!”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Lisa asked suggestively.
“Just put the rice in,” he said, changing the subject completely, all the while caressing his wife’s compact ass while, at the same time, repeating himself,
“Yea,” Lisa agreed with him, “I bet you would like to be where he is now, wouldn’t you my randy old sod!”
“Hey, less of the old bit” he laughed as Lisa gave his hardening penis, through his trousers, a squeeze that almost took his breath away, “Plus,” he continued, trying to put the thought of what was happening above them out of his mind, unsuccessfully, “haven’t we got lunch to prepare?”
For a response she squeezed his dick once more and in her sensual voice that she used only when she was aroused whimpered, “we could always use some extra liquid in the sauce, if you know what I mean.” She said as she continued to massage her husband.
Mike fought off the temptation with regret. “I think double cream might taste better!”
Lisa, reluctantly, let go of her husband’s cock and went back to the more mundane matter of creating a meal for the four of them. She couldn’t resist though, one last fondle of his wonderful prick that she loved so much.
“Just an idea,” she said playfully.
As they both tried to concentrate on the boring bit about putting food on the table they were constantly reminded about the serious ‘conversation’ taking place above them.
“How long are they going to be at it?” Mike finally had to say as he glanced up once more at the ceiling to make sure that no cracks had appeared.
“Don’t worry darling,” Lisa said soothingly, “I’ll call them down. After all,” she pointed out, “we don’t want to have our lunch ruined, do we?”
Mike simply nodded and continued stirring as Lisa went to the bottom of the stairs and called up to the couple in the spare bedroom, “Dinner is about to be served!”
“I’m cumming!” Helen screamed back and that caused Lisa to smile.
“Now where have I heard that before?” and she turned around and went back into the kitchen.
“Well?” Mike asked.
“She says that she is cumming,” Lisa answered in her sultry voice.
“Just stir the sauce and make sure that the rice doesn’t stick!”
Within what seemed liked seconds, but obviously more, they were joined by the amorous couple; Helen looked flushed and Colin had a besotted smirk on his face.
“Ok?” asked Lisa innocently.
“Yes, thank you,” Helen answered in a quivering voice.
“Good,” said Lisa in a businesslike tone, “Colin?”
“My lady?” he bowed theatrically.
“Help Mike with the wine, I’ll make sure that he hasn’t ruined lunch!”
Moments later they were all seated around the table as Lisa laid a substantial feast before them. They, greedily, started to gulp down the sumptuous fare as, between mouthfuls, Colin and Mike made sure that the glasses in front of them were splendidly full, apart from Helen’s.
At first Helen had refused, saying that she had to drive, but when Lisa had reminded her that she had a spare bedroom, and that she and Colin were more than welcome to ‘use’ it, she took her hand away from the top of her glass that had prevented Mike of filling it up with Rioja and said, “What the fuck! Go for it,” she purred and watched Mike’s blue eyes light up as he poured the red nectar in to her goblet.
The wine flowed, the conversation flowed and the plates were swept clean.
“Oh God,” said Colin in a satisfied voice, “that was delicious, thank you.”
“Thank us,” Lisa replied as she glanced at the empty plates in front of her until, out of the corner of her eye she spotted Helen glaring at her. She asked a question without opening her lips; ‘what is it?’
Helen’s reply was a sharp thrust of her head upwards which, basically, meant that she wanted to have a chat in private.
‘Oh fuck,’ thought Lisa as she nodded her agreement.
“Don’t you boys have a match or something to watch?” she said out loud.
“Shit!” the ‘boys’ said in unison as they both glanced at their watches. “It was an early kick-off, wasn’t it?” Colin asked his pal and host, although he already knew the answer.
“Switch the telly on, you numpkins, because Helen and I want to have a little heart to heart so to speak, if that is ok with you?”
“Sure darling,” Mike said, not really paying attention as he reached for the remote control.
Lisa just grinned and rose from the table and, taking Helen’s hand, she led both of them upstairs; Lisa knowing that she had to make a confession and Helen knowing that she had to ask an embarrassing question.
They walked in to the main bedroom and Helen’s first reaction was a gasp as her eyes were drawn to the unmade king-size bed that took up most of the space in the room; which looked impressively large due to the mirrored wardrobe that stretched from one wall to another.
“Wow!” she said huskily, “You and Mike have been busy, haven’t you?”
Lisa followed her gaze and gasped herself as she looked at the uncovered bed and the sheet that was sprinkled with lots, and lots, of stains.
“When did you last change the bed?” Helen asked in a matronly way.
“Yesterday,” replied Lisa unthinkingly, regretting her response immediately.
Lisa interrupted her friend. “Look Helen, you know we have never kept a secret between us and…”
“…and?” Helen asked, almost as if she knew the answer already.
“Well,” Lisa continued, “when Colin stayed here last night he didn’t exactly sleep in the spare bedroom,” her voice tailing away into a whisper as she finished the sentence.
There was a momentary pause before Helen asked the obvious question, “Where did he sleep?”
For an answer Lisa raised her hand and pointed to the right hand side of the bed.
“You didn’t?” although she knew that ‘she’ did! She raised both hands to her mouth in mild shock, but also to disguise the smile that was there and asked another question, “but where did Mike sleep?”
Her answer was once more given silently as Lisa’s finger pointed to the left hand side of the bed.
“Oh fuck!” Helen said with a large intake of breath, “You had both of them?”
This time she got a verbal response, “Yes, and at the same time!”
“Oh Lisa,” Helen responded, “You’ve always told me what a slut you used to be…”
“Yes but that was years ago, are you going back into the adult parties sort of thing?”
Lisa thought long and hard before giving her answer, “No! What happened last night and this morning,”
“This morning as well?”
Lisa simply nodded once more in a sort of apologetic way, “I’m afraid so,” she confessed, “but,” she added, “It was unplanned, it well sort of just happened; we and Mike had a naughty night to look forward to when Colin just turned up out of the blue. Things just got out of control, I’m sorry. But,” she went on to say, “It was fucking fantastic, sorry.”
Helen simply lowered her head and accepted her friend’s account of what had happened; then she lifted her eyes up to Lisa’s and simply said, “I wish I was fucking there!”
“Yeah, I wish that you were there too, otherwise I wouldn’t have to confess but,” Lisa continued as if trying to defend her dirty secret, “you and Colin were not exactly speaking to each other. Adding onto which,” she went on to say, “In all those parties that Mike and I used to enjoy, and you were always invited, we never were actually were in the same room at the same time, were we?”
Helen could only giggle at the memories, the randy memories, of times gone by.
Lisa, in an attempt to change the subject, came out with her next question. “What did you want to talk about, I mean with you nodding me to come upstairs?”
“Oh that?” Helen answered with a blush of crimson appearing on her face.
Lisa noticed the significant change of hue and waited for a moment. “Well?”
“I’m afraid that when Colin and I were having our little ‘chat’ earlier…”
“Do you mean the little ‘chat’ that nearly brought the roof down, literally, and also told the whole neighbourhood that you were both apologising to each other?” Lisa asked with a grin on her face.
“It was that obvious?” Helen asked still blushing before going on to say, “well I’m afraid that he seems to have ruined my panties; I’ve never known him to dump such a load, it was so fucking good but,” she paused for a moment, “I wonder now if he was thinking of you or me when he came?”
“You!” Lisa reassured her, “and these!” with that she moved her hands up to grope her pal’s breasts and squeezed them gently, something that she had never done before, something that she had never considered before; she was a definitely a lady who preferred what a man had to offer.
“So,” Lisa said as she moved her hands away without trying to look to embarrassed, “he’s ruined your panties, has he?”
Helen’s face got even redder as she nodded. “I’m sure that all through lunch that you might have seen me squirming, his cum kept on leaking out of me. I’m afraid that there might be a dollop or two on your chair, sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’ll get Mike to clean it up later.”
“But you can’t tell him.”
“I must, we never keep secrets but don’t worry,” Lisa said with a wicked smile, “I’ll make sure that he doesn’t use a cloth, just his tongue!”
Both women giggled at the thought and the mood returned to their familiar friendship.
“Now,” Lisa said in a softer tone, “I take it that you want to borrow a clean pair of panties?”
“Or knickers, whichever word you prefer.”
“Panties when you put them on, knickers when you rip them off!”
“In that case knickers!”
“Help yourself,” Lisa said as she opened her lingerie drawer.”
“Wow!” Helen gasped, “You’ve got quite a collection haven’t you?” as she rummaged through the lacy collection in front of her and her eyes were immediately drawn to a sexy pair of bright red French knickers that she thought were so fitting, so to speak.
“I’ll have these, if you don’t mind?”
For an answer all she got was a smile.
“I’ll just go and change.”
“Why bother, just put them on here. Besides,” Lisa went on to say, “I’ve got a suggestion for you that you might quite like to hear.”
Helen looked puzzled at what that might be, and the fact that she was being asked to strip off in front of her friend. Having said that she knew that they had seen each other naked many times in the showers at the gym but that was just being functional, this was taking it to a far higher level. So, being as it was a practical request she raised her short skirt and peeled off her soiled underpants and let them just drip onto the floor.
As she put the fresh French knickers on she breathed a sigh of relief at the feel, and comfort, that they provided; as well as the sensation of sensuality that they brought to her. Then she gawked in surprise as Lisa bent down and picked up her old panties and brought them to her nose, and she watched, unbelievingly, as her friend sniffed what was inside of them.
“Lisa, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she smiled back at her friend, “I’m having a smell of Colin’s semen, which is delicious by the way as you well know and,” she added suggestively, “more than a hint of you! My God, I never thought that I could get turned on by the scent of another woman!”
“Stop it!” Helen pleaded, although she felt her own juices beginning to betray her as a tiny fraction of her vaginal syrup leaked into the newly worn knickers.
Desperate to change the subject, to change the whole scenario, Lisa burst out with a soft, too soft, murmur as she threw the sticky panties away, “I hope that you are going to be offended but, the question I was going to ask you?”
“What is it?”
Lisa thought long and hard before she spoke next although, in reality, it only took a few seconds.
“I was wondering if you like, well would you consider,” again she paused before deciding to use the last two words of her sentence, “fucking Mike?”
“What! You must be joking; he’s your husband for fuck’s sake!”
Lisa smiled before replying, “And Colin is your boyfriend for fuck’s sake, and I fucked him!”
Helen paused for another moment to allow her voice to work, “You’re serious aren’t you?” she managed to whisper, unsure of her vocal chords.
Lisa merely nodded.
“No buts,” Lisa reassured her friend, “After all, you have always fancied him, you’ve told me often enough.”
“Yes, but that was years ago and as soon as you put that ring on his finger he was definitely out of bounds.”
“I said no buts!” Lisa responded with a wicked smile, “besides,” she went on to say, although her voice was also struggling to keep control, “Mike has always fantasised about you, especially these.” To reinforce her point she grabbed at Helen’s breasts for the second time. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe that I’ve just done that!” she apologised and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
“I quite liked it,” Helen spoke with a little bit of more authority in her voice, “although I’m a bit like you, I mean about preferring men that is.”
The giggles restarted and helped to relax them both. It was Lisa that spoke next as the two friends had their own different thoughts but the same naughty ones.
“Fuck yes! Are you going back to the old days?”
Lisa hesitated momentarily before answering as honestly as she could, “No, but for you, yes!”
That was, basically, the end of the girl to girl chat before they made a hasty retreat to go back downstairs. At the top of the landing Helen turned round and asked her friend one last question, “How do I go about it?”
“I mean, how do I start; how do you want me to start, and what if Mike isn’t interested?”
Lisa couldn’t help herself as she let out a huge laugh, the sort of thing that you might expect from a donkey.
As she calmed down a fraction she explained, “When Mike and I are making love, or having sex, or fucking each other; whichever way you want to describe it, and we talk to each other at the same time about times gone past and when your name comes up, as it often does, then he always seems to grow harder. He has always regretted not being able to get in to your panties and now, you are going to make his dreams come true, aren’t you?”
Helen blinked at her friend in acceptance before…”Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, “but what about Colin?”
“Don’t worry about him, I’ll make sure that he behaves himself until, that is” she grinned and winked, “you want him to join in.”
“Both of them?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Oh shit yes!” Helen gasped as she pranced down the stairs.
“Hang on, ” Lisa shouted after her and got her attention and, lowering her voice, she spoke in a hoarse whisper, “be as tarty as you like!”
“I’ll just watch to begin with, I’m still a bit tender down here,” to emphasise the point she made a lewd gesture as she manhandled her genitals, “Go for it girl, just fucking go for it!”
The ‘girls’ re-entered the lounge and made a bee-line for the table as both Mike and Colin were still watching TV on one of the two sofas that faced each other. “Enjoy the game?” Helen asked innocently.
“Yea,” Colin answered absentmindedly, “We only got to see the last fifteen minutes but it was good.
“Your team won then?” Lisa chipped in, desperately trying to remember which team they supported.
“3-1,” Mike contributed to the stilted conversation, “We missed the goals but they just replayed them. Anyway, what have you two girls been up to?”
“Nothing,” Lisa replied too quickly.
“Oh really?” Mike’s curiosity got the better of him and he rose up from the couch with a tiny gleam in his eyes.
“Absolutely nothing!” Helen confirmed, “But, seeing as how you are up, I don’t suppose there is any chance of another glass of wine, is there?”
There was something about the tone of her voice that piqued Mike’s interest and he quickly headed for the kitchen to open another bottle. He was only away for a moment or two but, when he came back, he noticed that both Helen and his wife had settled on the sofas facing each other and Lisa had taken her place beside Colin, leaving the only vacant space alongside Helen. He didn’t mind the arrangement, he was just…well you know, curious.
As if to make things worse, or better depending on your point of view, Helen offered her empty glass to Mike to refill it but not by holding it out in front of her; she brazenly let the crystal lean against her bosom, accentuating the cleavage that she knew excited men. She always got a kick out of that, knowing that other men were attracted to what she had to offer, and the way that they tried to hide the fact by rapidly turning their eyes away when she spotted them.
Mike took a gulp of fresh air before pouring the Rioja into her glass, hoping that she didn’t spot his trembling hand.
“Oh, is that it?” she asked huskily as Mike had filled her glass half full. She looked down at her goblet, she knew that she looked sexy, she hoped that she sounded sexy before she spoke once more, “I like a big one!” she added teasingly!
Mike grinned like a schoolboy and topped her glass up to the brim.
“Thank you,” Helen purred, in what she hoped was her sexiest voice.
Mike moved over to the other sofa and splashed the wine into Colin’s and Lisa’s glasses, failing miserably, to hide his obvious erection.
Colin looked round to Lisa and tried to gauge her reaction to such blatant flirtation from his girlfriend; all he got was a smile and a wink.
‘Shit!’ he thought, ‘they’re ‘at it’ again!’
Mike went back to the other sofa and sat down beside Helen, whose glass had remarkably been drained of half of its content. “Cheers everyone,” he raised his glass and attempted to act normally, although it was a task that he couldn’t achieve.
“Cheers, darling,” Lisa whispered, “have fun.”
“Eh?” he looked at his wife slightly bewildered although he hoped that what he read into her eyes was going to come true.
Idle chat followed, for a moment or two, before Helen (with an encouraging glance from Lisa) made her first sultry move. “Oh Mike?” she said as she moved her body even closer to him, “I want to thank you for a lovely lunch.” It was an innocuous remark so what happened next took, even him, by surprise. Helen leant forward to follow up her words with a kiss; he was expecting nothing more than a peck on the cheek but he was wrong.
Helen’s mouth made a bee-line for Mike’s lips and she gave him a kiss; no, not a kiss, a passionate mauling of his mouth that went on for two minutes. Her tongue prised open his full red lips and they both twisted their lingual members around each other as Lisa and Colin watched on mesmerised.
As if to further excite her audience Helen wiggled her ass which raised her short skirt up a fraction to expose, ever so slightly, the sexy red underwear that she had on; she knew that it would drive Colin wild with desire and she wasn’t wrong.
“Christ!” he hissed, “would you look at the fuck at that?” he leered at the show in front of him as he felt Lisa’s hand caress his own in a reassuring way.
Helen broke off her lustful kiss suddenly and crawled on her knees to the other sofa and repeated her oral talents with her boyfriend making sure that Mike got to enjoy the same view as Lisa and Colin had. Mike had a massive grin on his face as his eyes darted from Helen’s gyrating bum to Lisa’s eyes and saw the wicked grin that greeted him.
The couples tongues were having a wrestling match that was bound to end in a draw until Helen, with a sigh, broke off the embrace and turned around to resume the fun that she had been having with Mike.
Colin sat back and Lisa couldn’t help a smile at his expense as the bulge in his trousers threatened to undo the zipper without a hand being used.
Helen crawled back to the impatient Mike and began to kiss him with even more passion, more urgency, until she broke off her advances and, looking back at Colin said, huskily, “Honey?”
He was taken off guard at her voice and could only manage a feeble, “Em?”
“Could you come over here and take my top off so that mike can get a better view of my tits!”
Helen had always liked the last word. There are hundreds, and hundreds, of ways to describe a woman’s breasts; you’ll probably know most of them. You know the sort from busts, to bosom, to mammary glands, to melons to…you get the gist. Helen though had always got a kick out of the word ‘tits!’
Colin sprang up and made the few short feet to the kissing couple in a fraction of a second. He fumbled, quite deliberately, as he undid the tiny buttons that were already half unfastened earlier as Helen had asked for some wine and Mike had gone to the kitchen to fetch it. Colin hadn’t spotted the extra cleavage, although he should have, but Lisa certainly did.
“There you are,” Helen said lustfully to Mike as her blouse was removed slowly by Colin, “Do you like what you see? Do you like my tits? Do you want to touch them? Do you want to kiss them? Do you want to fuck them?” She juggled her breasts, sorry tits, with every question and she knew the reaction that she was getting.
“Honey?” she pouted.
“Can you take off my skirt so that Mike can see my naughty knickers?”
He didn’t waste a second as Helen went back to kissing Mike with renewed passion. Lisa looked on amused as her friend seduced her husband, quite outrageously, wiggling her ass to help Colin remove the skimpy skirt, which he did with a fair amount of squeezing until, as she raised one knee after another, she was left with only her bra and knickers on.
She released her mouth from Mike’s and knelt up onto the couch, straddling his thighs with her own. Her breasts, tits, were tauntingly close to his eyes but she insisted and demanded that he lower his lustful gaze down to her knickers that were already damp in anticipation.
“Want to get inside these?” she breathed into his ear. He nodded which had a dual effect; he got to ogle at her lacily covered pussy and, at the same time, graze the ample breasts (tits) that were being offered to him. He gasped as he finally recognised what she was wearing and, averting his gaze to look at his wife, he rasped, “are these yours?”
Lisa simply smiled.
Helen simply said, “So, if you’ve never managed to get into my knickers, do you fancy getting into Lisa’s?”
His head bobbed up and down again, partly in agreement, partly to feel the soft flesh that was being displayed before him.
“Honey?” Helen asked for the penultimate time.
“Em?” was the standard response.
“Would you mind taking my bra off so that Mike can get a proper look at my tits?”
He obliged once more with amazing speed and Helen felt the release gave her a bigger thrill than she could have ever imagined. Mike’s mouth did what any man’s would, at least the ones with a minimum of two brain cells, and he gorged himself on the naked flesh being presented to him.
“Oh fuck, that feels good!” Helen started to raise her voice to a lusty scream as she thrust her breasts forward so that Mike could make full use of her tits! He nibbled her left nipple, then her right, then her left, then her right. He was besotted and hugely, hugely, aroused.
“Honey?” Helen turned around so that she made sure that Colin was paying attention, and he was!”
“Could you take my knickers off, and slowly, so that Mike doesn’t have any obstacles to remove when he fucks me?”
Her boyfriend did what he was told to do and he caressed her, increasingly naked, ass as she moved her cheeks from side to side to prolong the pleasure that she was receiving. Once more she had to lift her knees so that the soiled underwear could be peeled of her.
More aroused than she had ever been before, she returned to the joy of Mike’s mouth and, at the same time, she rested her moist pussy on his thigh and gently started to gyrate her hips, soaking his trousers in the process with the hot liquid that was starting to gush out of her excited cunt.
Then she started, seductively, to remove his shirt.
“Want a hand with that?” Lisa offered to help and was delighted to hear Helen’s reply.
“I’ll manage the top, fancy doing the bottom?”
Lisa sprang to her friend’s aid and unbuckled Mike’s belt as Helen slid to one side so that she could get easier access to her husband’s trousers.
“Just leave his pants on, I’ll look after them!”
A moment later Mike had only his Jeep boxers on and Helen looked down at what was trying to escape from them in admiration. Lisa drew back to join Colin on the opposite sofa and to enjoy the spectacle in front of her. She went to caress his hand once more but, instead, put the palm of her hand on the straining crotch that was begging to be set free. Lisa didn’t release the thick bulge, at least not yet!
Helen returned to devouring Mike’s mouth but broke off to nibble on his right ear as she slid up and down on his thighs.
“Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your cock inside me and make me cum? Do you want to fill me full of your sperm? Do you want to hear me scream in orgasm? Do you want that?”
With each question Mike only nodded, his eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets with sheer animalistic lust. Helen was tempted to carry on with a few more tempting obscenities but she had only one thing on her mind just now. She slid of his thigh and lowered herself in front of him, gently pulling his legs apart she slowly, ever so slowly, stated to pull his boxers down. She started with his backside, urging with a knowing look into his eyes, to raise his bum so that she could begin his final strip in earnest. Mike did as he was being told to do, albeit silently, and he settled back down on the sofa felling the soft material on his bare behind.
Helen then concentrated on the fun part, at least for her, and she began to pull the elasticated front down. She had forgotten all about looking into his eyes and her gaze was now firmly attached to one thing, and one thing only, as she, seductively, revealed the very base of what she desired.
Lisa, then Colin, repositioned themselves on the opposite couch in order not to miss the opportunity of having their view obstructed, Helen didn’t disappoint them.
“Are you ok guys?” she asked pointlessly, without turning her head, as her eyes lusted after what she was revealing. “Oh I like that,” she said suddenly as she noticed, for the first time, “you’re all beautifully shaven,” her hands caressed the pelvic muscle that was being displayed to her, “and so, so, smooth too; God I’m going to enjoy fucking you!”
Mike managed to look down as Helen’s hands returned to the top of his boxers and he thought, incongruously, about how this woman, this sweet faced woman that he had known for years, could swear so seductively; an idle thought, but a good one.
Helen then tugged on the front of his underwear and she began to see the thickness that was hiding underneath. Inch by inch she exposed him, tantalisingly slowly, until the only part of his penis that was hidden from the world was the very tip. She leered at what she had uncovered so far and said to Lisa behind her, “Jesus, you said he was big but this is fucking huge!”
As she spoke the last sentence she finally ripped the designer pants down and gasped, “Oh fuck yes!” and lunged forward to taste him for the first time, half of his cock disappearing from view in a second. Mike groaned in pleasure as Helen started to suck his stiff pole with relish.
As a point of interest, both Mike’s and Colin’s penises were almost identical in case you might have had a twinge of pity for the latter…anyway, back to Helen.
She gave an extremely aroused Mike a few moments of oral pleasure before she decided to up the ante. Without releasing him she knelt back on the sofa and, with a few gentle bobs of her head, she got herself into the optimum position for what Colin liked to call her ‘party piece’ and started to take more, and more, of Mike’s long dick into her mouth. The change of position also allowed Mike’s wandering hands to caress Helen’s body in an erotic display of affection, the soft touch of his motions causing paroxysms of delight throughout her entire body.
Lisa and Colin now had a clear sight of the sexy couple across the room, just a mere few feet away, and Colin grinned in a lecherous way while Lisa watched, riveted, as more of her husband’s cock was devoured by her friend.
“Oh my God,” Lisa could hardly be heard as her vocal chords failed to function.
Helen readjusted her angle a fraction once more and continued to swallow the hot, and hard, phallus deeper and deeper. Confident that she had the perfect position she bent her head down and took every inch of Mike’s penis down her mouth and throat. The usual feeling of gagging was quickly controlled as she relaxed her muscles and let her breathing continue through her nose.
“How the fuck can she do that?” Lisa asked Colin, never for a second letting her eyes drift from the scene in front of her as she watched as Helen’ nose nuzzle against Mike’s inner thigh.
“Lots of practice!” Colin replied immediately with a smirk on his face.
“I’ve had tons of practice but I’ve never been able to do that,” she added with a hint of envy and lust in her voice.
All too soon, Helen started to release the pleasure stick from her mouth and her audience of two, three if you include Mike, saw the slimy cock reappear coated in her saliva and more than a dollop of his pre-cum.
“How was that?” she asked in a surprisingly demure voice.
Mike couldn’t utter a cohesive word so, for an answer, she heard the sound of clapping behind her as Lisa burst in to a round of applause.
“That was fucking fantastic!” she yelled out with glee.
Helen just smiled at her friend, wiped her mouth, and simply stated, “That is just the start, if that is ok with you?”
Lisa just repeated herself from earlier, “go for it girl!”
As a response Helen stood up quickly, grabbed hold of the greasy pole, and yanked Mike up to his feet. She leant forward and gave him a sloppy, passionate, kiss and whispered to him loudly, “time to fuck, eh?” She didn’t wait for Mike to get his voice back, she simply led him away, towards the door, still grasping on to cock that was about to enter her, and the sooner the better.
She pulled him belong behind her as you might pull a Christmas cracker and Mike followed obediently until, as they reached the door that would take them upstairs, Helen turned round and looked into the two pairs of eyes that were still ogling at her, and the pair of jaws that seemed to have dropped, “Aren’t you two coming?”
She smiled and left the room with Mike’s cock still in her hand.
Lisa and Colin sprung up.
To be continued, I hope!
If that is ok with you?