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amazing. They must have spent years practising.”
    The performers ended on a proud note. The audience rose and gave their approval, as did Gwen and Nikolaus. The two couples bowed, then slowly walked off the stage.
    Still clapping, Nikolaus turned to Gwen and raked her with his gaze. “Very nice.”
    She smiled. “Glad you approve.”
    The cheers died and the crowd returned to their seats. Gwen sat and crossed her legs while Nikolaus settled next to her. Seconds later, the maestro commanded the orchestra to play a new tune.
    He leaned towards her ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather stare at those lovely breasts all night instead of the stage.”
    Heat radiated through Gwen while her heartbeat accelerated. She turned her face. His lips were close to her cheek and his eyes lowered as if he were indeed looking at her girls. The theatrical music playing suddenly seemed distant and unimportant.
    “I don’t mind at all,” Gwen said.
    He lifted his hand and gently glided his finger along the inside of one of her tits. Erotic tingles hardened her nipples.
    “Do you like your naughty friend?” he asked.
    “He’s very handsome, and…”
    “Are you attracted to him?” He pushed his digit inside her bra and brushed it over her bud.
    “I am.” She slid her tongue over her lips.
    He pinched the perky centre of her breast and she clenched her thighs. “Would you like to touch him?” he asked.
    Yes. Yes. Yes!
    She nodded energetically. “May I?”
    He brought his hand up to her cheek. “He won’t stop you.”
    He kissed her as new lover would, tenderly and slowly. She met his lips with hers and ignored the soft tickling sensation as his facial hair brushed against her. Longing stirred within Gwen and she held her knees close together. She wanted more from him, but she didn’t want to appear desperate. She placed her palm on the inside of his leg and inched it towards his groin. He responded promptly and slid his tongue into her mouth. When he started his exploration, she gave up her control. She rubbed his length and had the sudden urge to climb on top of it.
    “You’re so big,” she said, enjoying the feel of his rigid shaft.
    “God blessed me.” He moved his fingers down her neck and to the centre of her chest. “Let me suck on these.”
    “By all means, do.”
    Wasting no time, he plunged his hand inside her bra and lifted her tit. He latched onto her bud and suckled on it. White hot zings snaked through her and added fuel to her burning desire. Her panties became wet and she craved for him to touch her there, between her legs. No, she wanted more. She hankered for his cock to slide inside and fill her. Eager to take hold of his member, she unzipped his pants then claimed her prize.
    Nikolaus released her aching nipple and bit her breast. She gasped quietly from the slight sting.
    “Careful, dear. My girls are delicate,” she said.
    He slipped his hand under her other tit and brought the hard centre to his lips. He circled it with his tongue before enclosing it with his mouth.
    More slivers of longing raced to her sex. She gripped his hard dick and stroked it. The girth of him impressed her and made her pussy wetter. She yearned to take him inside her.
    The music died and the crowd applauded. Gwen halted her fist pumps as Nikolaus released her tit.
    “I hope you’re not done,” he said.
    She faced him and kissed his lips. “Not nearly.”
    He reached for her leg and lifted it onto his. “Tell me, are you wet my sweet one?”
    The clapping dwindled. Gwen glanced over the balcony. One of the male singers strode onto the stage.
    She returned her attention to blue-eyed hunk within her grasp. “Why don’t you find out?”
    “I think I will,” he said as he jerked her gown up.
    Gwen bit her lip and resumed caressing his cock. In little time, she felt his hand on her thigh and he moved towards her apex. Tingles raced and beat him to his destination.
    He wedged his hand inside her damp panties.