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Be Home Soon (MMF)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1990

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"So I'll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you this 
morning. No panties." Click.  It was Jack on the phone. He's on his way 
home and he's bringing a friend you haven't met. The two of you haven't 
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be 
nice. 

The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he 
have in mind? It's high above the knees and tight around your bottom. 
You'll have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on 
some pretty sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top 
that's a little slinky and open but goes well with your skirt.

Jack and his friend enter. Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses 
you deep. You're a little flustered, not used to him expressing this 
kind of affection in front of strangers, but his tongue is exciting in 
your mouth and his hands feel nice as they slide up your thighs to cup 
your bare buttocks.  Roman, it turns out, was a stranger to Jack till 
this afternoon. European and swarthy, he flashes a friendly smile at 
every opportunity. 

His most remarkable feature, you observe, is the large bulge in his 
trousers. After you've found him appreciating the swing of your pretty 
breasts a time or two, then caught him looking up your skirt 
unabashedly, you retaliate by openly appraising his crotch. You blush 
when you realize that he's throbbing as you look at him, that a small 
stain of moisture is forming where his cock is pushing at the material. 
You turn your attention to the festivities.  

The men brought Chinese food, spirits and movies. The three of you sit 
around the coffee table, eat and drink as the videos roll. The subject 
matter is a little embarrassing at first, the usual case of bad story 
development compensated for by pretty bodies.

Full and a little drunk, you settle back into the sofa, comfortable 
between the two males. The next film is about sexual domination. A young 
girl comes to a big city and is seduced by a wealthy businessman with 
baroque appetites. She's tied up, fondled by friends, lent out to 
strangers, and then subjected to every imaginable indecency at a 
convention of out-of-town gynecologists. 

Unmoved at first, you're positively fidgeting now. You're suddenly aware 
that there'll be a moist spot on the seat of your skirt when you get up. 
How embarrassing. Suddenly, Jack puts his arm around you, cups one of 
your breasts and begins kissing your neck. You've had enough of his lewd 
displays in front of a stranger and struggle to free yourself. 

Just as suddenly, Roman's arms are constraining you, he shifts to the 
sofa's corner and pulls you back with him. Jack lifts your legs up, 
bends to begin kissing your sandaled feet. 

He runs his tongue around and over each toe, tastes what he can of your 
lightly soiled soles, then dances his lips through the hollows of your 
ankles till the pleasure is coursing through your body in waves.  You 
kick a little, shout, "Let me go, you two!" but to no avail. 

Jack moves up your legs now, spreads them with his body till you're 
opened wide. One foot over the sofas back, the other still on the floor, 
you watch as his face moves warm and dancing of lip and breathe up the 
insides of your pretty thighs. Roman looks steady and patient over your 
shoulder still hugs you tightly to him. Your arms are bound fast; your 
breasts are almost painfully constrained by the force of his grasp. 

He can see your belly; your pubic hair moving under Jack's approaching 
kisses. His erection pulses at the small of your back.  Finally at your 
unwillingly exposed pubis, Jack darts his tongue between your lips, 
finds your darling little clitoris with his first plunge, and proceeds 
to wipe her around and around with his entire mouth.  He sucks and 
drinks at you slow, then hastens for intervals, driving you wild with 
fast ecstasy, then slows again. 

You're burning. 

He lifts you and places a pillow under your bottom, then releases his 
hold on your legs. You hold yourself open and inviting now, then go 
wionate mouthing he's giving your entire vulva. Your first orgasm only 
sends shivers through your whole body. 

The convulsions that follow force the juices from your core in a milky 
flood. Your love-maddened husband drinks you thirstily. His fingers 
thrust at your tightness, tickle now your g-spot, now your cervix, then 
thrust some more.  Jack finally straightens. Roman releases his hold at 
the same time. You sit up to collect yourself but don't get very far 
before Jack pulls you up, turns you, then places you back on the sofa on 
all fours and facing Roman's lewd smile. Jack lifts your skirt over your 
ass, spreads your knees wide before again lowering his mouth to your 
pussy's drool.

Roman unzips his fly just inches from your face. His cock is as menacing 
and horse-like as it's form promised. He stands to remove his clothes. 
Sitting again, it wags from his hairy loins like a great bent beast. The 
head is swollen wide and split like an overripe melon. Cum already 
dribbles from its center as he takes one of your hands and places it 
round the shaft, then forces your grip up and down his veined length. 

Through all this, Jack has been tonguing your lady wildly.  Roman places 
his other hand behind your head and pulls your face down to his hanging 
testicles. His scent fills your brain as you inhale his hairy, sweating 
sack. Foggy with the pleasuring your husband's giving your wildly 
spasming pussy, you take one of Roman's balls into your mouth and tongue 
the loose skin wetly. You drink the stranger's muskiness like a feeding 
carp. 

After mouthing the other testicle, you move your face up the trunk of 
his throbbing tool. Still stroking it in your fist, you alternate at its 
end between your hand's massaging and your mouth's deep sucking. 

Roman releases his grip on your head; leans forward a little to grasp 
both your hanging breasts.  He caresses their pretty weight, pulls each 
darling little nipple in turn. You see colors.  

"Golly," you think, "Won't these boys ever get tired?"...