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Slutty Sara and Mandy Mom..X Hubby’s Wifey and Daughter Seduced

by Sara and Hubby Bill

“How do you plan on doing it?” asked beautiful 22 year old Sara Jones lighting her 3rd cigarello of the morning. “How are you going to seduce the innocent mother and daughter.”

“A simple idea really..were going to overwhelm them with kindness..fool them with subtle words and baffle them with bullshit.” laughed 45 year old platinum haired Mandy Collins. “But will have to see about innocent.. plus these two big beauties are going to be put on display to entice the ladies.” said Mandy reaching across the diningroom table to tweak the young girl’s swollen pink nipple.

“They’ll be here about 2:30 to pick up my ex-husband’s title to his Lexus..Lisa thinks bringing that stuckup bitch of a daughter as an escort will protect her…this should be fun.”

“Is Lisa the mother hot? What does she look like?” asked Sara biting her lower lip..with the pleasure of the pinching fingernail on her stiff nipple.

“Blonde..40ish..with real nice long legs and a set of boobs that make dead and gone Anna Nicole Smith’s breasts look like oranges.” laughed Mandy taking a Mores 120 cigarello out of the cigarello case on the table. “My ex’s such a sucker for big boobs.”

“Yeah..he is a pig..just like most men. He was always trying to feel me up.” sighed Sara taking a long pull on her cigarello. “Kept telling me what a big cock he had for his special step-daughter.”

“Now..now baby-girl don’t judge all men by the actions of a few. Those tits of your’s are few and far between. I know quite a few women and men that have told me in no uncertain terms..how they would love to get their hands and lips on them.”

“Like this mommy?” moaned Sara cupping her step-mother’s hands around her tits. “You always make me feel real good..mother.”

“I know honey and your mommy loves her sweet lil’ girl’s boobies,now go upstairs and get dressed in the new outfit I bought you.” said Mandy weighing the young girl’s heavy breasts in her hands. “Make sure you use plenty of make-up..you know how I like to to see you tramped up.”

“Kisses mommy.” begged the pretty young girl standing up…her firm 36 DD’s giggling lewdly. “Gimmie a kiss to show lil’ Sara how much you love her”

Sara pressed her full lips to Mandy’s catching her step-mother as she was about to exhale a mouthful of cigarello smoke. “Ummmm…mother I love your smokey kisses…it makes my pussy wet.”

“Baby girl you keep that up and I’ll sit your ass up on this table and eat your pussy…now go on and get ready Lisa and her daughter Lana are probably on their way right now and I need your help in getting a taste of the mom and daughter team.” purred Mandy patting Sara’s firm naked ass as she enhaled on her Mores 120.

“Bitch…” hissed Sara sticking out her tongue at her step-mother.

“Slut…” mimicked Mandy copying Sara’s tongue action…causing them both to smile.

“Mother your Sara loves you.” the pretty young blonde yelled skipping down the hallway to the staircase. “Me and mom are going to get some pussy..tra..la..la..la..la…” she sang out.

“Love that little slut.” thought Mandy standing up and admiring herself in the full length mirror on the diningroom wall. She let her cigarello dangle from her lips and placed her hands on her hips…pirouting on her 6 inch white leather cum fuck me spikes. “Not bad for an old bitch.” she hummed staring at her tight mature body. Her white silk button up the front dress hugged her shape…the top 4 buttons undone to expose the cleveage of her 38DD tits.”Not bad at all…”

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“Damn this is going to catch someone’s attention.” chirped Sara lighting up a fresh cigarello from the pack on Mandy’s makeup table. Hanging on the closet door was a man’s red silk long sleeve dress shirt complete with large diamond cufflinks…a red leather corset with matching nylon thigh highs hung on a hanger below the shirt. “Mother…sure wants her baby girl to look like a high class call girl..”

On the make-up table Sara found a noted penned to her..”Remember darling…slut..tramp..whore..loads of mascara.. eyeliner …and lipgloss. We must look like the perfect lewd bitch that we are…”

Sara noticed that her step-mother had set out for her..Mandy’s favorite ruby red lipstick and lipliner. Lavender eyeshadow completed the ensemble. Pulling out the make-up chair Sara smiled. A pair of red leather thigh high spiked heeled boots lay across the seat.

“Well I guess I know what’s on mother’s wicked mind.” thought Sara taking a long pull on her Mores 120. “Better make her happy..” she hummed placing her cigarello in the ashtray…picking up the eyeshadow. Five minutes later Sara put the finishing touches to her lips and batted her long fake eyelashes in her reflection in the mirror.

“Simply irresistable..” spoke Mandy standing behind Sara..smoking her cigarello. “I just had to see how my baby looked in illegal bahis her hooker make-up.”

“Gonna cost you lady..” mugged Sara taking short hit on her cigarello. “Pay up now or later?”

“How about I pay you off in orgasm’s..let’s say 3 at a time.”

“Oh..God…sounds yummy..” cooed Sara stubbing out her cigarello in the ashtray. “Mother I think I’m going to need your help cinching up. Do you think there’s time for a quick finger fuck?”

“No way baby girl…lets get this corset on.” said Mandy handing the sexy garb to her step-daughter. “Just enough time to finish getting you dressed.”

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The chiming of the doorbell caught Mandy’s attention. “Well here goes nothing.” thought Mandy setting down her glass of white wine. Taking a quick drag off her Mores 120 Mandy walked to the huge double mahogany entry way doors, the sound of her spiked heels echoing off the marble hall.

“Hello Lisa and Lana won’t you please come in.” greeted Mandy in her best happy to see you voice. Mandy took a quick check of here ex-husband’s new wife and daughter. Lisa ever the fashion diva wore a charcoal grey business suit jacket with matching trousers. A creamy yellow blouse accented the stylish jacket. Mandy immediately noticed the silky material was straining to contain the platinum blonde’s huge boobs. Yellow 6 inch velvet cum fuck me spikes completed Lisa’s up and cumming CEO apperance.

Lana nearly a twin of her mother.. right down to the well endowed chest..followed her mother in the door. Skin tight black leather tights encased her taut asscheeks..a smart looking expensive black leather jacket showcased the girl’s bright neon green titty top.

“God..girl not much holding back those big babies..” thought Mandy taking a drag on her cigarello. She noticed the bitch sported Sara’s favorite style of thigh high black leather 6 inch spiked heeled boots so much in style at the moment.

“I’m only here to get William’s car title and nothing else..if you try any funny business..I’ll have you in court tommorrow.” boasted Lisa tucking her alligator handbag to her chest defensevly. Her sexy blonde daughter stood next to her mother her hands on her hips..legs spread military style.

“You look very stylish and attractive today..you always did have excellent taste in clothes.” complimented Mandy without a blink of an eye..enhaling on her cigarello ” Lana I must say youv’e grown into a very beautiful young lady.”

“What!!” stammered Lisa a wicked smile parting her full red lipsticked lips. “Well aaahhh..yes I do have a flair for fashion and my darling daughter’s looks run in the Ramsay bloodline.” she added haughtly.

“You conceited bitch.” thought Mandy, “Ramsay bloodline…Oh..God..does she think she’s related to the queen.” smirked Mandy under her breath. “Why don’t you and Lana join me for some refreshments in the diningroom…lets try to be civil with each other..after all we have so much in common..William has such good taste in women…wouldn’t you say Lisa?”

“Well yes…your right..we both are rather beautiful and I am as one would say “the cream of the crop”. Perhaps a cool drink would be nice…what do you think Lana darling?”

“I guess mother.” said Lana looking at her beautiful mother questionably. “Could I use your restroom Mrs. Collins?”

“Of course sweetie..right up the stairway and to the right..feel free to enjoy my perfumes and lotions.” purred Mandy pushing the door closed with a push of her big ass….cum along Lisa..is white wine to your taste or something stronger?” asked Mandy cigarello smoke trailing from the Mores she held between her finger’s.

Mandy watched Lana’s gorgeous ass jiggle lewdly as she walked up the stairs. “Gonna get my tongue between those cheeks.” thought Mandy turning gesturing Lisa to follow her.

“Much to early for strong spirits…Ummmm Mandy…whats going on? Your usually such a bitch.” asked Lisa following the shapely older blonde into the diningroom.

“I’ve decided I like you and would really like to get to know you better…in fact I think you are one hot piece of ass.”

Lisa’s beautiful green eyes grew wide in astonishment. “I’m what?”

“Hard of hearing Lisa? I said your one hot piece of ass and I really want some of it.” laughed Mandy blowing a stream of cigarello smoke in the blonde’s pretty face.

“Well I never..” gasped Lisa taking a deep breath..causing her magnificent chest to swell..straining the pearl buttons holding the blouse closed. “I think I better find my daughter and leave.”

“Relax bitch!!” commanded Mandy pushing the women down onto the plush diningroom chair. “You never..but you will today…you know you like your cunt licked. My ex told me so the other day…informed me about that big joy button tucked between your legs.

“Oh my..when was William here? What was he doing here? What did he tell you?” stammred Lisa. “Oh..God I think I need one of your casino siteleri cigarellos.”

Mandy lit one of her Mores 120’s placing it between Lisa’s lips…she enhaled deeply holding the smoke.

“He may be my ex and we can’t stand each other..but he still loves to get sucked off..I’m a born cocksucker and Oh..Lord I love his big prick!!!” Mandy touched Lisa’s shoulders rubbing them gently. “Told me that your clitoris is the size of a boy’s penis and you love having it tongued. Told me you like your sex a little rough. Bondage…ropes and clamps!!!”

“Such a blabber mouth…” groaned Lisa turning her pretty face to look up at Mandy…she took a pull off her cigarello pursing her full lips. “Do you want to kiss me? Fuck me? Tie up my titties?”

“God damn from hard ass to hot ass in 5 minutes…bitch your too fucking easy.” hissed Mandy squeezing Lisa’s chin between her long sharp red nails. “Kiss you..Fuck you…and make you eat my cunt and shithole..then maybe if your really good you can drink my pee…make that stuckup daughter of yours gulp my piss from your mouth….”

“My God you bitch your making my pussy wet…” moaned Lisa flicking her long pink tongue at Mandy. “Kiss me hard…hurt my lips…bite my tongue!!!”

“Yeah girl I knew from the day you married William our paths were going to cross…all us Ramsay girl’s have that look.. new and old wives..the I want it look!!!” snapped Mandy blowing another stream of cigarello smoke in Lisa’s face. “How’s this for a kiss?” Mandy mashed her lips against Lisa’s smearing her lipstick across the new wife’s cheek..biting at the gold hooped earring piercing her earlobe.

“Ohhhh…damn that’s nice..bite my neck..bite my nipples..bite my pussy lips….” screamed Lisa smoking her cigarello.

“Slow down honey we got all day…you do play hard..slut…Fuck women I can smell your sex!!!” kissed Mandy into Lisa’s ear. “Cunt..Pussy..Twat!!!”

“What about my daughter? What will she think?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little face about Lana…there’s a very hungry lil’ girl named Sara waiting to pounce on her ass upstairs…in fact she probably has your daughter’s face buried between her thighs already. Now about those titties let’s let those beauties come up for air.” laughed Mandy pulling Lisa’s jacket off. “Lady this bitch is going to give them mams some nasty love.”

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“Hi sexy…” purred Sara leaning against the bathroom door jam.

“Who the fuck are you?” blurted Lana sitting on the pink porcelain toilet. Her leather tights puddled around her spiked heeled ankles. The neon green titty top pulled up exposing the young girl’s 40DD boobs.

“I’m Sara…what ya doing? Playing with yourself?” asked Sara taking a drag on her Mores 120. “Making that pussy cum?”

“Noooooo…I was just wiping…after I peed.” lied the girl not very convincingly. “I was just cleaning my vagina after I urinated.”

“Don’t lie to me bitch…I was spying on you. You were really finger banging that pussy…sounds nice and wet.. squishy like…want me to finish what you started? By the way you got a name bitch?”

“I’m Lana Ramsay…my mother is downstairs..talking to Mrs. Collins…Do you always dress like that? Like a hooker?” asked Lana trying to pull the skimpy nylon top over her big tits. “And no I don’t need any help..Oopps caught me lieing…”

“Only when I’m hunting…it’s like honey attracting bees…don’t cover those boobs sweetie I like looking at them. Now tell Sara the truth…you were beating off…right? Maybe thinking about my step-mother Mandy mom.” inquired Sara flicking her spent cigarello at the sink..hitting it. “2 points. Now back to your finger fucking. I asked you a question…want some help? Thinking about my mother?”

“Oh..Fuck..Alright I was thinking of her big tits and yes you can help me get my nut…is that the answer you wanted…Ummmm..Sara right? Could I have one of your cigarellos?”

Sara opened the cigarello case she held in her hands placing the cigarellos between her lips lighting them with her gold Dunhill lighter.

“Here slut.” said Sara holding the Mores out to the girl. “Now open your legs I want to see your cunt. Is it shaved?”

“Bald…smooth as a baby’s behind.” smiled Lana taking a drag on her cigarello. “You want me to eat you while you finger fuck me? I can do it…I’m a very talented lil’ girl.”

“I bet you are.” grinned Sara stepping in front of the girl on the toilet. Parting the front of the red silk man’s dress shirt..Sara placed her cigarello to her lips,then reached down framing the slick smooth pubic mound ..her fingers forming an oval around her swollen pink lips…the long red nails parting the sticky sweet labia. “Kiss..Kiss..bitch…after you eat…I’ll make you cum real hard. Oh yeah right there kiss my clit..long licks.”

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“Are you going to hurt my titties?” poker siteleri questioned Lisa taking a nervous pull on her cigarello. “Make Lisa’s big titties ache? I like my boobs slapped…”

“Like them slapped..huh..you slut? How about you beg for me to slap these big tits.” sneered Mandy.. bitch slapping the blonde’s cheek…making it turn an angry pink. “Cause if you think that stung wait till I beat your knockers black and blue…”

“Oh..My God..you just made me wet my panties.” cried Lisa..cigarello smoke drifting from her full red lips. “I don’t know if it’s pee or pussy squirt..when I piss I cum and when I cum I piss!!!”

“Lisa you lil’ cunt you’re an amazing women..why haven’t we got together before this?” asked Mandy taking the lapels of Lisa’s creamy yellow shirt in her long nails..tugging the silky material apart. “Just think bitch we could have been licking each others cunt’s for the last 6 months..” added Mandy watching the blouse stretch tight over Lisa’s huge breasts.

“Fuck..I don’t know..” groaned Lisa grasping Mandy’s wrists. “Your Ex warned me to stay away..cause you were such a mean bitch. Oh..Fuck.. I want my tits slapped..NOW!!!” yelped Lisa pulling on Mandy’s wrists ripping the front of her blouse open. causing.the expensive pearl buttons to pop and fly in all directions.

Lisa cooed in relief feeling the cool air on her fantastic breasts..a large gold hoop piercing each inch long thumb thick cherry red nipple…the silver dollar sized aurole surrounding the stiff nipple.. puffy and pink…tasty.

“Mama Mia…bitch you do have great titties..” laughed Mandy staring at the over sized melons..”Big girl titties with big girl pierced chewy nipples…Mandy Mom is going to have fun with these..” purred Mandy taking the nearly finished Mores 120 from Lisa’s elegant finger’s..taking a quick drag off it..then touching the smokey filter to the end of Lisa’s erect nipple. “Maybe sear the ends with the ash..”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh..GOD..YES…Hot cigarello ashes burning my nips…then we kiss them and make them all better..” hissed Lisa with a wicked grin…bite them first..make em hurt!!!!!!!!”

Lisa’s 40DD boobs jiggled lewdly as she took a deep breath in anticipation of the smacking she knew was on the menu..her breasts had always been sensitive..but since getting them pierced it seemed just thinking about sex got the big beauties restless..and nearly always a kiss..a slap..could work up a delicious orgasm.

“Squeeze your tit bitch..squeeze it and make that fucking nipple stick way out…Bill said you can cum just having your nipples bit.” said Mandy crushing out the spent cigarello..immediately lighting up another from the case on the table. “I’m gonna make you cum……..make you have lots of big girl cums.”

“Fuck Yes..Oh..God..Fuck Yes…lots of wet sticky big girl cums!!!” gushed Lisa taking her tit in her hand.. pressing…milking the tanned titty forcing the aurole to swell.. making the fat nipple throb..the gold hoop gleaming in the soft light “Jeeeezzzee..My God…that feels good…it’s almost like my nipple is going to pop..”

“Now I want you to put that fucking nipple in your mouth..bite it..pull on it with your teeth..” ordered Mandy exhaling a mouthful of cigarello smoke on Lisa’s breast. “I want to see some blood..”

“Ummmmmmmmmmm…Lord..my juice is running down my legs…Mandy feel my cunt..Pleeeeeeeese…” begged Lisa lifting her tit to her full red lips..forcing the nipple into her open mouth. “Touch my pussy…”

This nasty bitch really needs to get her “nut”..thought Mandy undoing the clasp on the thin 14 carat gold belt looped around the waist of Lisa’s business suit trousers..Mandy’s skilled finger’s popping the button holding the waist band of Lisa’s slacks. “You take care of that nipple and I’ll worry about your twat.” quipped Mandy holding her Mores 120 up to Lisa’s lips so she could suck in the erect nipple and enhale smoke at the same time.

“Nipple and sweet smoke…what a perfect combination.” grunted Mandy dipping her finger’s into the open zippered trousers..her hand searching. “Whoa..bitch whats this?” questioned Mandy..a broad smile beaming on her perfect lips. “Feels pretty fucking big!!!!”

Lisa’s grey trouser’s puddeled around her yellow leather 6 inch cum fuck me spikes..Mandy gasped as she stared at the enormous clit she held in her finger’s..Lisa’s blood congested clitoris protruded from it’s clitorial foreskin nearly 2 inches.. “My God it’s just like a baby cock…” thought Mandy squeezing the clit..feeling the oily wettness smearing her fingertips.

“You ever fuck anyone with this baby?” asked Mandy taking a drag on her cigarello..while she masturbated Lisa’s clitoris..working the ball of her thumb over the walnut sized glans.

“Ummmm..fooook..yeath..” Lisa mumurred her mouth full of her own tit. “Oh God Mandy..I fucked my daughter Lana with it last night.” giggled Lisa letting the nipple pop from her lips…a smear of her cocksucker red lipstick smeared around the fat nub.

Like a cobra striking.. Mandy’s free hand slapped Lisa’s boob. “Did I tell you to stop sucking your own titty.” snapped Mandy..the palm of her hand slapping the underside of the huge breast…Bright red finger print welts decorating the tanned boob.

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Jean-Yves could not stand receptions. He did not derive any pleasure from the small talk and the shallowness of exchanges, and he was put off by the artificial politeness that accompanied welcomes and introductions, the unspoken lines of taboos when it came to topics of politics, religion, and anything else covered under the umbrella of political correctness. Foreign-born and with a senior position in an international financial institution, he resigned himself to the fact that, for professional and social reasons, he had to attend some of them and make the best effort of pretending he enjoyed himself.

This Saturday was another of those nights. Not only did this reception interfere with his plans to escape the city for at least the weekend, but also was this a particularly formal event. American East Coast aristocracy, wealthy and conservative, the type of golf club (fiscally conservative, socially liberal) Republicanism that had long fallen victim to Reagan’s art of communicating politics in black and white (or good and evil) and later to the influence of Christian fundamentals, which Buchanan had invited four conventions ago. This was a black-tie event of the type that reminded him of a bumper sticker that he had seen several months before: “Pretend it’s all alright.”

So, on this sunny Saturday afternoon, rather than enjoying the peacefulness of his weekend house, he headed for the shower, shaved, and started to look for his tux and cufflinks. In fact, he had put so much shaving cream in his hand that he decided he might as well shave off all his pubic hair, a habit that earned him periodic comments at his health club. It had been a while. This little touch of androgyny, he enjoyed immensely, apart from the fact that, not currently being in a relationship, his particular attention to his outward appearance helped him to maintain an optimistic outlook, notwithstanding the fact that it was mainly his hand that currently provided for the needed release.

The reception took place in one of the old, sand stone city mansions, with heavy wood inside that appears to breathe the cigar smoke of decades past. He would bring, as his official date, a long-time acquaintance of his, Charleen, who is a renowned newspaper editor and the author of an influential book on US American relations with the countries Rumsfeld had labelled “new Europe” a few years ago. She was in a long-time lesbian relationship that she did not want to advertise, and they had a standing arrangement for these types of formal events. Both fuelled rumours as to the nature of their relationship, steadfastly refusing to confirm their friendship was strictly platonic. He adored her, and they spend much time together, including some holidays, feeding on their respective views and varied experiences. She was red-haired, Escort bayan with freckles and green eyes, but he did not dare to cross the line for fear of loosing this very special friendship, a friendship that also allowed for the sharing of intimate details of their respective love lives.

To their surprises, they found a parking spot relatively easily. They walked, arm in arm, to the receiving line and looked their part as a respected, successful couple. In fact, her long, front-slit and sleeveless dress, in black satin, made her look stunning, which he did not fail to notice when she had opened the door to her house. They waited their turn in the receiving line and, finally, were welcomed by the hosts. He was in late 60s, white haired, pulled back neatly, with an impressively athletic build (years of tennis and golf would do that), and a warm, welcoming smile. He wore, apart from his tuxedo, a gold ring with the crest of his alma mater on his right ring finger, directing views to his long, manicured fingers. On previous occasions, Charleen had commented on his hands, referring to the apparent correlation of the length of fingers and other body parts not that visible normally. Looking at the vibrant face of his wife, whose blue eyes always shone in a way that made even her many wrinkles look beautiful, the thought ran through his mind that, in order to look that good at that age, “a lot of sex might have helped as well for him.”

Jean-Yves thanked the hostess for the kind invitation, kissing her on both cheeks. She was quite a bit heavier and, given her weight, would have benefited from a larger chest. But her sparkling personality and her great sense of humour made all of this irrelevant. He had always liked her, always assuming that their marriage was the model for how two people should live and grow old together.

“You look gorgeous, dear,” he heard the hostess say to Charleen, realising that his thoughts had left him daydreaming. They entered the house, with its high ceilings, large windows, and old paintings, being friendly greeted by waiters in gloves with glasses of champagne as well as red and white wine

Charleen and Jean-Yves split up, and they made their respective rounds. He only knew a few people, among whom he made the rounds and exchanged updates on life and business. He noted a clear change of attitude of guests towards his own country. Iraq-related suspicion had dissipated, and it was replaced with curiosity, mainly linked to the Italian-born model and singer who had made her 31st lover her husband and, in so doing, agreed to change the freedom of an artist’s life with the restrictions that come with being a First Lady.

Forty-five minutes later, he felt he had done his duty. He was pleased with himself as he felt he had become much Bayan escort better over the years at socialising, appearing more at ease, more quick-witted, while trying hard not to come across as arrogant and Euro-centric. He called a waiter, replaced his wine glass, and began to look at the art that was hanging on the walls in the mansion, probably from the time the family moved in. Even though this was not his favourite period, he recognised several pieces as being important contributions to early American art, with a lot of Bible-based symbolism in them.

He looked up the stairs, marvellous and very representative stairs into the living quarters, and he saw a painting that, from downstairs, looked as if it could be an Edward Hopper. He thus walked up the stairs to look at the work of art, when he heard some noises from a room nearby. He walked towards them, only to see that the door was open. He glanced into the room and almost dropped his glass of wine onto the hardwood floor. Charleen was kneeling in front of the hostess, who was sitting on a sofa, her dressed all pulled up, caressing and kissing her pussy. Jean-Yves just stood there, in a shock, unable to decide how to react. Charleen was first to notice him, she looked up, smiled at him and said, “come in and close the door.”

It was only then that Jean-Yves saw his host, sitting on the sofa, having taken his penis out of his pants, masturbating at the sight of his wife being serviced orally. As Charleen had predicted earlier, it was long, with a light bent to it, half-erect. “I can explain,” he began, stuttering, red in his face, while his penis was loosing all of the strength it had had before.

“No need,” answered Charleen, recovering her composure first (she never really lost it). To Jean-Yves’ surprise, she stood up, simply removed her panties, lifted her dress, kneeling down again, while exposing her white-skinned arse to Jean-Yves. “I know, you have wanted to fuck me for a long time,” she added with seductive tone he had never heard from her. As if nothing had happened, she focused her oral attention on the hostess again.

“I would like that,” the host added, “a lot.” He looked at Jean-Yves. “I have not had even the hint of an erection in years, but I might be able to come tonight. Watching Charleen kissing my wife, seeing my wife getting all hot and wet, this all has given me back things I long thought lost.”

And then he added something that Jean-Yves had not heard anyone say to him before this directly before. “Get undressed, please, I want to see you naked, I want to see your hard piece of manhood enter Charleen, I want to see you fuck her. I want the sight of the three of you coming all together. This might just do the trick.”

And then he moved forward, loosening Jean-Yves’ Escort belt, unzipping his trousers, watching them fall to the floor. With his long fingers, he softly touched his crotch and felt how his penis hardened. Jean-Yves did not move back, allowed him to continue and proceeded to unbutton his bowtie, his shirt, struggling with the cufflinks. Feeling his fingers on his hardening cock, fingers slipping into his briefs, he stripped down otherwise. Finally, Jean-Yves removed his underpants, his erect penis now close to his host’s face.

“Go, go and enter her, go and make love to your friend,” he said, leaning back, with his half-erect penis in his hands.

Kneeling in front of their hostess, Charleen’s gorgeous arse was pointing up to him, as inviting as could be. He caressed her but softly with his hands, with his penis. He felt how wet she had become. He caressed her clit with his cock, sensing no resistance, no hesitation. He saw his hostess smiling at him, legs spread wide, licking her lips at him. He closed his eyes, moved his pelvis forward, and, slowly, he entered his lesbian journalist friend. She sighed, she grunted.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I forgot how good this feels,” and she added, in French, “baise-moi, Jean-Yves, mon amour, oui, comme ça, baise-moi plus fort.”

Jean-Yves kept his eyes closed, breathing in the sensation of the moment, the lust of years that he did not permit himself to admit or to express. He grabbed her hips with his hands, as he felt her move rhythmically, in tone with his movements. When he heard his hostess moans and move, he looked up, into her face, about to come herself. He wanted to have enjoyed the moment longer, but he felt coming to the point of no return. His movements became faster, his breathing was heavy, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw how his hostess was now sucking her husband’s cock. He was now standing next to her, still in his tuxedo, but with his pants having fallen to the floor. He had a delight in his face that is difficult to capture in words.

No sooner than he realised the chain of lust that they formed, him fucking Charleen, Charleen performing oral sex on their hostess, and she sucking her husband’s revived cock, a cacophony of yeses filled the room, with bodies jerking and breathing slowing down. There was an intensity of released sexual tension in the room that none of the four had experienced before — the grand explosion of years’ worth of sexual frustrations. And silence.

“We have to say good-bye to our guests,” the host then said, with a huge smile on his face. “But the two of you will stay. Have a shower, have a bath, have some champagne. Have a night together. Tomorrow morning we will see.”

Charleen looked at Jean-Yves, Jean-Yves at her and the two of them. Nobody needed to say anything, they all knew that they would stay, and that both couples would make love to one another that night, making up for lost years. What the next morning would bring was less clear, but at that moment it did not matter.

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