finger across her moist lips. Shyly, she glanced at me and I smiled back at her. Clearly,
Dorothy had set this all up for my benefit, and I wanted to let all parties involved know how much I appreciated it.
“Now it’s your turn, Jodie,” Dorothy said as she struggled to catch her breath.
Jodie stood up. She was topless and her breasts were a sight to behold. Her narrow waist and flat belly seemed to be in direct
contrast to the voluptuousness of her breasts. Her skin was tanned the color of cinnamon, and when she pulled off her blue
thong panties, I could see a thin line of dark brown pubic hair flaring from the tip of her pussy.
Dorothy rose and took the girl in her arms and kissed her on the lips. Their two naked bodies—my wife’s taller and slimmer,
her skin a soft white, Jodie’s shorter and browner—seemed designed by some artist. Dorothy slipped her hands down over Jodie’s
tits and gently kneaded the nipples into stiff little points. Then she drew Jodie onto the bed and the two of them rolled
against each other, their legs entwining, hips grinding together, mouths still locked in a kiss. Dorothy began to pepper kisses
all over Jodie’s tits, then trailed her tongue down the girl’s smooth stomach. She caressed the soft pussy lips with her fingers,
then licked the damp petals. Breathing heavily, eyes shut tightly, Jodie reached out and grabbed hold of the bedposts as if
to station herself on the mattress.
My cock was aching for release by then. The sight of those two luscious women in the throes of lust made it impossible to
keep my rod under wraps. I yanked off my trunks and began openly masturbating right there at the side of the bed. Neither
woman seemed to care or even notice me at all.
My wife positioned herself lower on the bed. Now her sweet rounded ass was in my face and Jodie’s shapely legs were wrapped
around her neck. Jodie was nearing climax, and I was close to standing up and shoving my cock into Dorothy’s proffered cunt,
but I held off, waiting to see Jodie’s expression when she came.
Dorothy’s lips fluttered all over Jodie’s mound, sucking and nipping at the pink flaps, her tongue swishing back and forth,
up and down, then dipping deep into the girl’s pussy to lap up her juices.
“Yes! Yes! Tongue-fuck my pussy!” Jodie cried.
“I’ll do better than that,” said Dorothy, reaching for something on the nightstand. To my utter astonishment, she began to
lace a strap-on dildo around her hips. I couldn’t believe it. There was my sweet, innocent-as-apple-pie wife hovering over
another woman with a thick eight-inch dildo jutting from her hips. I almost came right then and there.
Jodie stared at the thick dildo looming above her quivering pussy. “Oh, God, yes!” she said, nearly giggling with excitement.
“Fuck me hard!”
Dorothy brought the tip down against Jodie’s pussy and with a smooth thrust buried the latex toy halfway inside her. Jodie
moaned loudly, humping her loins up as if to inhale more of the dildo into her hungry channel.
“Oh, I knew you’d like it!” said Dorothy, lowering her head to suck on Jodie’s tits as she drove another inch of the dildo
into her.
“Yeah… God! I’m coming!” cried Jodie.
She tensed for a few seconds, then released a wild torrent of motion and lustful cries as her body thrashed beneath the quickening
strokes of the dildo. Dorothy plowed into her long and hard, tilting the angle so that every thrust brushed the girl’s clit
and sent further shudders of erotic joy throughout her body.
As the girl climaxed again and again, I quickly moved up behind my wife. “Just keep fucking that little pussy,” I said. Dorothy
glanced back, focusing on my erection with gratitude and desire. I stood at the foot of the bed with my cock at the right
height to enter my wife’s swaying cunt. I steadied her with my hands on her hips and then penetrated her to the hilt. Her
pussy had
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