Things didn’t go quite as planned last weekend, to say the least. The plan was to have a romantic weekend with my spouses, but Hubby had to go out of town for work at the last minute. Meaning my sister wife, NV, and I had some prime time to ourselves. Feeling bad that he had to leave, he also left NV and me some money to go and have fun with, and we put it to good use. With the hectic state, our lives are currently in, we didn’t get to capitalize on our girl time until Saturday afternoon.
Loading up in my Jeep, we kicked off our time together at the mall. Doing a decent amount of window shopping, popping into stores, and not feeling like we were dragging Hubby along was really nice, but that window-shopping phase only lasted so long before we couldn’t fight the sexual tension that I had instigated between us. The entire time while shopping, I was being very handsy with NV. When looking at kitchenware, I playfully spanked her over her clothes with a wooden spoon, which we bought since you can never have too many wooden spoons. With the sexual tension rising and the two of us practically hungering for each other, we passed a La Vie en Rose and seized on an opportunity. It wasn’t a VS, so I was out of my element, but it also meant we needed to be a little more stealthy about our approach.
Looking through the racks, and the shelves, we grabbed an assortment of random clothing. It didn’t matter since we didn’t intend to buy anything, let alone try anything on. However, we needed to make it look like we were to get access to the changing rooms. Once we were set, we intentionally took the changing room furthest from the entrance, primarily because the building itself made up one of the walls, which you can push someone against without drawing attention or worrying about a wall wobbling. With all the pieces in place, we knew we were on a time limit. Once the door to the room was closed, NV and I slipped off our clothes, agreeing before leaving home not to wear any underwear for a little extra spiciness which is common for us to do. The seam in our leggings made full contact with our naughty bits, and we were even wearing matching plugs. Anyway, once naked in the changing room, in my purse, I had my strap harness, an eight-inch toy, and a ball gag which surprised NV, but this was all part of my masterful plan of seduction. NV helped me get my harness on before I securely did up the ball gag on her. Then the fun began.
Pressing her against the wall, I kissed her neck while pushing the toy between her thighs as far as it would go, then whispered into her ear to start rocking against it. I put one hand on her booty to help guide her while she rocked, and as her arousal built while she also started drooling on herself, the quiet whimpers from behind the gag were starting to build in volume. The music playing in the store thankfully drowned them out, but I continuously told her to be a good girl and stay quiet. I knew she could do it, but I was hitting all her sensitive spots in the perfect order. I didn’t want to make her cum like that, as I broke away from her and then switched spots with her so my back was against the wall. Then she knew what followed and mounted the toy in standing doggy while we watched our reflections. Watching NV’s face get consumed with lust is one of my major turn-ons since she puts in one hundred and ten percent, and watching her orgasm build is so hot. Meanwhile, as she took the length of the strap inside her, I tightly gripped her hips, placing my thumbs on her venus dimples as I pulled her back against me and simultaneously thrusting all eight inches inside of her. In the reflection, NV’s eyes were nearly rolling back in her head as I lightly tugged her hair, then put a hand over her gagged mouth and whispered into her ear to cum for me. Being the good girl she is, almost instantaneously, she started to shake as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
I pulled out of her as she dealt with the pleasurable waves coursing through her body. I started undoing my harness, but to my surprise, NV caught me off guard, and before my harness hit the ground, she was on her knees in front of me. Speaking just from the looks in our eyes, I unbuckled the gag and then put the ball soaked in her saliva into my mouth while pushing my hips forward. She didn’t hesitate to make out with my southern lips. She was like an artist, and her tongue was her brush. Drawing figure eights, zig-zags, lines, letters, etc, her tongue was doing it all as it rearranged all the love juices dripping from me. It wasn’t till she gave my clit the subtlest nibble, though, that I felt myself about to burst. My hands that were holding her head in place tightly gripped her hair while simultaneously pushing her deeper against me while her nose sat on my landing strip. My teeth were doing their best to hold onto the ball gag, but then I looked down and saw NV looking up at me, and it broke me. Feeling my orgasm overtake me, my mouth opened, and the gag dropped, bonking NV on the head, but my hands kept her buried between my legs, admittedly though I did let out a decently loud moan, which led me to cover my mouth, followed by NV quickly standing up, and pressing her lips against mine to keep me silent.
Once the orgasmic waves settled for both of us and after standing completely naked, rocking in each other’s embrace while we teasingly made out. We lost track of time, and one of the attendants came to check on us. As soon as we heard the knocks, we knew our fun was over as we grabbed our “toys” and threw them back into my purse, quickly fixed each other’s hair, then grabbed the pile of clothes we had never touched and brought them back out. Although there was an oversized shirt with a cat face on it, which I did end up buying and a couple pairs of silky shorts for both of us, which was where a part of Hubby’s money went.
It was also getting close to dinner around that time, so we decided to treat ourselves and go to a not-overly-expensive restaurant since we still had some money left. I got a steak, and she got chicken nuggies, but while waiting, we went to the washroom, which resulted in me pressing NV against the counter and kissing her while sliding my hand in her pants. We didn’t check to see if anyone else was in the stalls, but we didn’t care. I drew circles on her clit, as we kissed then she matched me, putting her hand down my leggings which prompted me to tell her that after dinner, she was gonna be my dessert in the parking lot. Witnessing her bite her lip was all I needed to see to know she was down with the plan. Removing my hand from her leggings and licking my fingers clean, she followed my lead as we went to the washroom and then enjoyed our dinner. Dinner consisted of us playing a lot of footsie, a lot of flirtatious looks across the table, and sending each other dirty and very explicit text messages, so we didn’t say them out loud.
By the time the bill came, we were ready for a different kind of dessert. Paying for everything, we practically ran out of the restaurant and got in the car. We weren’t going far, just to a parking lot outside a business that had closed for the day. NV got in the back seat when we left the restaurant, and by the time I parked and joined her, she was already naked and ready to go, drawing circles on herself. Once I was with her, she helped me remove my clothes, and we went straight to 69ing each other. She was on the bottom, while I was on the top. Whenever we 69, we get pretty competitive to see who can overwhelm the other first. I’ve taught NV well since her tongue danced and swirled beautifully across my glistening lips, and she was breaking me down quick. However, in retaliation, I buried my face into her, putting an arm under her to lift her up a bit. Drawing circles on her clit, before separating her lips down the centre until my tongue hit the rim of her plug, then drew zig-zags back up to her clit. It quickly became a war of moans in the backseat.
When I thought I was about to take her over the edge, she found my sweet spot. My mouth hung open as I practically screamed, “oh fuck, right there!” Sitting up seconds later to grind on her face as she finished the job, all while I made sure to keep her stimulated with my fingers. Now I didn’t expect to squirt but thank god for leather seats. It wasn’t a big burst, but enough to soak NV’s face. To pay her back, I spun around to sit on her in cowgirl, sitting on her thighs and then fingering her till she started squirming underneath me. With my other hand, I started massaging her breasts, then told her she couldn’t cum until I gave her permission which lasted all of fifteen seconds. There wasn’t a way for her to ask for permission as the lust overtook her. She screamed while simultaneously orgasming, coating my fingers in a decent amount of squirt as I pulled my fingers out of her and had a taste before laying down on top and kissing her. Tasting myself on her lips while she tasted herself on mine. It was an adorably erotic moment.
Then for some extra last-minute fun after cleaning up the mess we made, and since we weren’t far from home, we decided to only put our leggings on and go topless as the cold air kept us both very perky. The dark of night covered us, but the adrenaline was definitely still there, and once we got home, we both hopped into the shower together and had a steamy makeout sesh before cuddling up on the couch and watching Scott Pilgrim, which we both fell asleep during. All in all, it sucked that our plans changed last minute, but NV and I definitely made the best of it in our own special way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/121q7h3/ff_when_hubbys_away_the_girls_will_play
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