Andrea smiles at me over the young woman who sits between us, her puffy lips parted in a smirk as she winks at me. “How about another drink, Becca?” she says, rubbing the girl’s slender back in soft circles.
The girl, probably twenty two, keeps glancing up at me with soft brown eyes—like a helpless puppy hoping for a treat. “Okay, sure,” she says.
“If Becca wants one, I’ll have another,” I say, and she smiles up at me bashfully.
My wife, Andrea, flags the bartender once more. Ever flirtatious, she runs a finger down the man’s arm as she places the order. “Three more mojitos, and close out the tab,” she says.
I watch, smiling to myself as the man visibly reddens, scurrying off to take the order at breakneck speed. There’s a way to ensure proper service.
The bartender soon returns with our order: three silvery mojitos, dripping icy condensation onto the counter. My wife signs the check as I pick up my drink for a sip.
“Wait!” she says, shooing the bill away as she raises her glass. “Let’s make a toast, for the final drink of the night.”
I shrug, why not.
She places a caressing hand on Becca’s shoulder. “To a night of new friends, and adventure!”
“Cheers!” I say taking a long pull from my cup.
“Cheers!” Becca smiles, her glass shaking a little as she puts it to her ruby lips.
My wife flips her curly blonde hair and casts me a glance before returning to our target. “So, what’re your plans for tonight? Any hot boyfriends standing by?”
Andrea does most of the talking when we pick up women; it helps put the girls at ease.
Becca looks at her drink, a flush visible in her golden complexion. “No. Actually, I broke up with my boyfriend a few nights ago.”
“A pretty thing like you? He must be devastated!” says Andrea.
Becca smiles. “Yeah, he’s pretty beat up.”
“So it’s on to new experiences for you, then.”
“Guess so!”
Andrea leans into the girl, her heavy breasts bulging out from her low-cut top. “Can I ask you a question?” She speaks in a quiet voice, so that I can barely hear her over the din of the bar.
Becca nods, her arched brow lines raised in anticipation. “Sure.”
“What do you think of my husband?” Andrea points at me as she talks into the girl’s ear. “He’s pretty hot, isn’t he?”
“What? Jack?” Becca stares at me, her expression twisted in guilt as though she was just caught stealing a purse.
Andrea throws back her head and laughs, rubbing the girl’s back once more. “It’s alright, sweetie! Relax. You can answer—I’m not mad.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty hot, I guess.” Becca’s face is on fire, red as a plum.
“I think he’s pretty hot too.” Andrea shifts, leaning over the bar and tilting her head so that her voluminous hair hangs over the mahogany counter like a decorative mane.
“So, you’re newly single, young and on top of the world. That’s so exciting. Are you embracing it?”
“Yeah, I think so…” Becca stares off into some unseen distance, biting her lower lip in anxiety.
“Oh really?” My wife calls her bluff. “Tell me. What was the last crazy thing you did?”
Becca sputters. “Well, I… Uh.”
“That’s what I thought, you’re barely living, girl!” Andrea playfully bat’s her shoulder. “I think we should change that tonight, don’t you?”
Becca smiles at the idea of living dangerously, nodding to my wife like an eager lamb.
“Let’s have an adventure, Becca.” Andrea downs her drink in a few fast gulps and turns away from the bar, beckoning for us to follow her outside.
We soon emerge from the loud, musty din of the bar and enter into the night. The cool air is a sultry presence, and nips at our cheeks with sensual promise.
“Where are we going?” says Becca, wrapping a scarf around her long neck as she joins us on the curb.
“Back to our place.” I say, giving a warm smile.
“Just for a few drinks,” my wife quickly adds.
“Okay, I guess I can do that.”
Soon, a taxi pulls up to the curb, and we all pile in. It’s only a few minutes before we’re in the elevator leading up to my flat on the 11th floor. As we step out of the elevator, I hold back so I can watch Becca’s tight ass as it sways in her form-fitting short skirt, so I can stare at those long legs as they pump down the corridor in reaching strides. I want to run my hand up those toned thighs, grip that ass like it belongs to me. All in due time.
Inside the flat, my wife sets a bottle of wine on the counter, gesturing to the bench that lines modernist concrete banquet table in my dining room. We all three pack into the seat, legs touching as we sip from crystal glasses. Becca sits in the middle.
The young woman’s eyes are filled with wonder as she looks out the windows. “The view here is amazing! Is that the bay bridge?”
“That it is.” I say.
She looks at me in wonder. “You’re like, the whole package.”
My wife laughs, letting her hand rest on Beccas exposed thigh as she stares at the girl with heavy eyelids. “You like my husband, don’t you?”
Becca nods, her pupils dilating as she stares back at my wife.
“Do you want to fuck him with me?”
She hesitates, the shock of the proposition rippling through her synapses like erotic electricity, soft eyes bouncing as they try to process. After a moment, she nods again, her face flushed and open.
In response, my wife grabs her chin and kisses her passionately, hand slowly moving up the girl’s thigh. After a moment, she offers her to me, tilting Becca’s chin to face mine as we begin to kiss. I touch her left thigh, working my way up her inner leg until I can feel the warmth radiating from beneath her skirt.
I edge closer to that sweet prize, feeling moisture as I brush her labia with a finger — my wife’s pulled aside the girl’s panties. I slide two of my fingers inside that tight pussy, feeling Andrea’s knuckles pressed against mine, already inside of Becca. We shove our digits in the fresh young woman, tugging at her walls and wiggling as we munch at her neck with our mouths. She moans and lets a gentle spasm wrack her.
After a few moments of this, Andrea stands from the bench, pulling the girl up by the arm like a confident dance partner. “Why don’t we move to the couch.” It isn’t a question, and we all make our way to my leather sofa, positioned with a full view of the city below, shedding our clothes as we make our way.
Naked, Andrea pulls Becca onto the couch, laying her flat on her back. “You’re going to eat my pussy while my husband fucks you,” she says.
Becca nods, her face flushed and mouth already open as my wife plops her clit over the girl’s lips. I watch, my erection bulging as Andrea grinds her mound on her face, coating the youthful skin with slimy juices. Andrea moans, her full lips twitching in a smile as she leans forward, spreading the girl’s legs and playing with her clit. I can see both women’s nipples are hard as diamonds.
“Well, c’mon baby,” says my wife, fiddling with Becca’s crotch. “Don’t make her beg for it.” She swats the girl’s pussy, sending shivers down her spine.
I bring myself down on Becca, pushing my hard cock into that tight pussy with eager thrusts. I hear her moan underneath my wife, vagina going frothy white as she oozes.
“Look at that, baby,” says Andrea, scooping up some of the lube. “She loves it.” She leans forward, giggling as she shoves her glistening fingers in my mouth. “Make that dirty little whore scream.”
I nod, sucking the pussy juice off my wife’s finger as I push harder, feeling the tip of my cock swell against the ridges of Becca’s cunt. She tightens against me, her moans muffled by my wife’s thighs.
“I feel her wiggling,” says Andrea. “I think the little whore’s going to cum soon.”
I nod, feeling contractions build as I slide in and out, in and out, every motion an explosion of pleasure. My wife leans forward and kisses me, licking my lips with her tongue as I feel pressure building in my balls.
“You want to finish inside her, baby? Fill her up with your hot cum?” She hovers over my mouth, breathing into me as I thrust.
I nod, my neck straining as I try to hold my load. Beneath me, Becca is shaking, I feel her tightening around me, convulsing in full orgasm.
My wife rakes her fingers along my chest as I moan, releasing hot loads of semen deep in Becca’s little pussy. “Oh god,” I scream, feeling fluids drain from by body in ecstatic, deep pleasure. “Fuck!” I go rigid, and collapse over the girl’s perky tanned tits, my face sandwiched between my wife’s thighs.
Andrea tilts her pelvis upward, exposing her clit to my mouth as she pulls my head down over it. I start sucking obediently. Beneath me, I can feel Becca’s tongue graze my chin as she licks my wife’s asshole. Andrea moans in pleasure, her breasts jiggling as she shakes.
“Good girl, Becca,” she says, stroking the girl’s hair behind her back. After a few moments of this, she stands, pulling me up from the couch and kissing me in a tight embrace. “You’ve got thirty minutes to recover,” she says. “After that, your cock is mine. And you better fuck me even harder than that little slut, you hear me?”
I nod, smiling, as she slaps my face with three gentle pats. “Good boy.”
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