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perfect gift for my thirtieth birthday. She had never done anything like that before, but I could
     tell that the idea intrigued her.
    Last month we went on vacation to the Jersey Shore, renting a cottage for the entire month. The Friday before my birthday
     we were sitting on the porch. It was late afternoon and we could see other vacationers trooping back from the beach. I pointed
     to one of the girls staying at the house adjacent to ours. Her short-cut hair was dyed orange and she had a tattoo over her
     left breast and another one around her ankle. She wore a slinky green halter that revealed her large breasts and a pair of
     low-slung cargo pants that accentuated the slimness of her boyish hips. “I bet she’d go for someone like you,” I said to my
     wife, who sat thoughtfully in the recliner next to my chair.
    Later that night we made love on the porch, under the stars, a cool night breeze wafting off the ocean and across our naked
     bodies.
    I stretched out beneath her and she straddled me, her knees pointing east-west. She took the head of my cock and inserted
     it into her snug, hot pussy. It was a perfect fit and as I glided up into the wet softness I felt like I was slipping into
     warm bath water. She rode me slowly, lifting her pussy up to the very tip of my engorged rod, and then sweetly descending,
     every millimeter of her love canal squeezing my throbbing shaft. The slow-motion fuck combined with the sight of her curvy,
     sexy body bobbing over my erection was too much, and I climaxed fiercely, shooting my load deep into her.
    Afterward, lying in bed, I thanked her for the wonderful birthday gift.
    “That wasn’t your gift,” she said. “You’ll get that tomorrow.” Then she smiled mysteriously, rolled onto her side, and fell
     asleep.
    The next day, Dorothy begged off going to the beach, claiming that she needed to catch up on her sleep, so I headed out alone
     with a book and a towel. I lazed away the next few hours reading and riding the waves. At about one o’clock, I headed back
     to the house. I noticed that the back door was open. Knowing that I had locked it when I left, I assumed Dorothy was out of
     bed at last. I was wrong. She was not only still in bed, but enjoying herself quite a bit. I froze outside the half-opened
     door and gazed at the sight of our orange-haired neighbor kneeling between Dorothy’s splayed legs with her head buried in
     my wife’s crotch. It was like I had walked into my secret fantasy!
    I watched from the doorway in amazement. Dorothy’s left hand cupped the back of the girl’s head, drawing her in closer. I
     could clearly hear the wet slurping sounds of the girl’s tongue gently lapping at my wife’s pussy. It was a kittenish sound,
     punctuated by the sharper moans of my wife. Immediately my cock began to harden in my still-wet bathing trunks. Dorothy’s
     eyes glanced up over the girl’s head and met mine. Her look told me that it would be okay to enter, so I did, closing the
     door gently behind me and taking a seat at the foot of the bed.
    Dorothy’s long, tapered legs wrapped around the girl’s shoulders as she sighed and groaned. The girl was slipping her tongue
     over the engorged nub of her clit while simultaneously sluicing her index finger into her cunt.
    Moaning, my wife opened her legs even wider to give the girl easier access to her glistening cunt. She thrust her loins upward,
     ramming her pussy more firmly against the pink tongue that was swishing madly across her outer lips, then dipping deep into
     her hole.
    “Oh! God! I’m coming!” my wife cried out, grabbing the girl’s head with both of her hands and humping her face. Sweat gleamed
     on Dorothy’s perky tits, her legs clenched and unclenched, her toes curled as she reveled in what was a seemingly endless
     orgasm.
    By this time I was openly stroking the front of my pants, my boner straining against the material. The girl pulled back and
     rested on her haunches, running a