“The girls have been talking.” I told Paul when he came over. It was an out of blue statement. He stared at me.
We were in my apartment. My wife and I had painted to walls crimson, we thought they were cool, but they were ultimately a mistake. We sat on the couch.
“Kim thinks you’re lonely.” Paul’s fiancé was studying in France. She’d been away for six months and would likely be at least a year. Paul nodded.
“Of course I am. I’ll survive.”
“Anne was getting concerned. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Rebecca recently.”
“Hey.” He was indignant. “Nothing is happening with Rebecca, and it’s not really your business.”
I raised my hands disarmingly. “Agreed. Not mine. But Anne and Kim have apparently been talking and Kim asked if Anne could do something about it.”
“Like what? Is this supposed to be an intervention?” He smiled. “I actually think that’s kind of cute. And really sweet. But you guys have literally nothing to be worried about.”
“Again, not me. But Kim is worried that you might be lonely enough to be tempted by some seductress and she talked to Anne about it. They came to an agreement and told me about it.”
“An agreement for what?” He was really confused.
“Well, we all figured that you’ve been masturbating a lot.” He was startled, but not a lot. We’d been blunt about sex in the past. “There’s nothing wrong with that. But it’s a little lonely. We thought that maybe for a night Anne could join you and you could masturbate together.”
He was dead silent. Now, he was really startled.
“The plan is for no touching, just a night pleasuring yourselves together. To make it a less lonely experience.”
Still nothing.
“I get that this is a surprised. You should call Kim. She’s expecting to hear from you. Go to the bedroom and talk to her. Then if you agree, just text me yes.”
Our bedroom had a glass door. I watched him go in, sit down on the bed and call Kim. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was very animated. It took longer than I expected and when he was done he held the phone between his knees and stared at it. Eventually his fingers moved.
“Yes”
I went and got Anne. She’d been waiting in the spare room. She’s been worried that her presence would make things more confusing for Paul. She had put a lot of effort into her appearance. She looked like a pin up model. Her hair cascaded in light curls and she’d spent a lot of time on her makeup. Her lipstick was shockingly red. She was dressed in a light summery dress, one my favorite outfits.
She walked lightly in to the bedroom and over to where Paul was on the edge of the bed. Paul stood up as she came into the room. Anne kneeled down in front of him, deceptively submissive. Her dress flowed all around her.
I sat on the couch in the living room and watched through the closed door.
Anne sat back on her heels and watched as Paul took off his shirt, then slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She watched intently as he slid his pants and underwear off. His cock was revealed for the first time. He was wide and fairly well sized. He had a thick tangle of dark pubic hair.
Anne slowly drew the sundress over her head, revealing the underwear that she had specially chosen for the occasion, a white lace push up bra, a white garter belt and white lace stockings. She wasn’t wearing panties. Instead, she was newly waxed and extremely smooth, with only a thin line of hair leading down to her pussy.
Anne leaned back slightly so that her breasts were pushed firmly forward. Slowly, keeping her eyes locked with Paul’s, she moved her hands down her chest until she was caressing her breasts. Always keeping her eyes firmly locked on Paul she began to move her hands in wide circles, toying with the soft flesh of her breasts, eventually pulling down first one cup of her bra, then the other, until they nestled beneath her breasts and pushed them even higher.
She slowly pulled her nipples and teased each until they were firm, hard and aching. Finally, she reached back and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. Paul’s cock was solid with arousal. Anne took her hands from her breasts and gently guided his hands to his cock. Paul jumped at her slight and forbidden touch and he slowly began to stroke himself.
Once he began Anne returned her attention to her own body, slowly moving her hands down her sides, over her stomach and on to her thighs. She moved her knees apart and trailed her fingers up the inside of her thighs, teasing herself to arousal. She slid her fingers into her pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back slightly.
Slowly, she withdrew her hand and lifted her glistening fingers to her lips. She sucked her fingers hard, tasting her juices and leaving her lips wet Paul gasped at the sight and started to stroke faster and harder. At the sound she locked eyes with him once more and leaned forward. Her moist lips parted invitingly. She was tantalizingly close to his cock.
Having her so close, having her scent in the air, was overpowering. Paul’s hand increased its pace, faster and faster, until with one powerful thrust he came. He shot forth in a strong burst, his white cum landing in thick drops on the white skin of Anne’s breasts, over and over until he was spent.
Paul collapsed back against the bed and Anne swiftly slid her hands between her legs. She opened her wet lips and found her aroused clit. Her breasts heaved with rapid breaths, glistening with Paul’s cum. Quickly, as furiously as Paul’s motions had been, she rubbed circles around her clit, always circling closer and closer to her sensitive core until her whole body spasmed hard, once, and then shook with tremors. She fell back against her heels.
For long moments both of them just rested there, breathing in the heavy smell of sex. Then Anne rose and languorously walked out of the bedroom to the living room where I sat waiting. She paused in front of me, mostly nude, covered in sweat and semen. She drew one finger across her breasts, through Paul’s cum. Locking eyes with mine she slowly sucked his sperm from her fingertip. She smiled enigmatically then turned and headed to the washroom to clean up.
[The Chronology of Anne and I](https://old.reddit.com/user/LordUnderTheMountain/comments/tt882t/the_chronology_of_anne_and_i/)
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