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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?"...