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It had grown dark outside, and I was nervous. Tonight was the night, for better or worse. I saw headlights curve into the driveway and I knew there was no turning back. I breathed deeply. “Showtime,” I thought to myself, and tugged at my breasts to make sure my cleavage was deep.

I stepped back from the door so I wouldn’t be spotted and rearranged the silk arrangement in the foyer. I heard the chime and hurried to the kitchen, calling for my husband Rod to get the door. I wanted to see their first interaction. I ducked into the butler’s pantry and watched the reflection in the windowpane.

“Ava, great to see you!” A swirl of red coat as Rod swept our friend into a warm hug. Her black hair was gathered into a bun and she beamed at him. “Let me take your coat,” he offered, and she arched her back to let the wool coat slide elegantly down her arms. She glanced around and asked about me. “She’s around here somewhere,” Rod answered in an offhand way as he closed the closet door. Then his voice dropped a little. “I’m…uh, I mean, WE are glad you’re here.” I grinned. This would be an interesting evening, one way or the other.

Making sure the back seams of my stockings were straight, I stepped into the kitchen, reminding myself we’d talked this through, she and I. Ava and her husband Keith had moved into our neighborhood a few months ago. Keith had to go out of town unexpectedly, so I promised him we’d take good care of her, inviting her over for cocktails and dinner Saturday night.

My heels clicked on the ceramic tile as I entered the kitchen. I smiled shyly at Ava, trying not to stare. Her skirt was leather, tight, and tiny, in stark contrast to her white blouse, unbuttoned past her collarbone. Her nipples strained the cotton, and I recalled her boob job last fall. If they had caught my attention, there’s no way they escaped Rod’s. A sidelong glance at his trousers showed them already starting to fill with desire.

I walked over to her and put my hands on her arms. “You look…spectacular,” I stammered. She really did. I beamed and leaned in for a quick hug. “Mmm, and you smell incredible!” Her hand grazed the side of my breast as she returned the hug. Startled, I passed it off as an accident.

I looped my arm with hers and guided her into the library. “You look pretty great yourself,” she said, eyeing my figure speculatively. The dress was my husband’s favorite, and it played up my best features. The black silk had a touch of stretch, and it clung in all the right places. Its neckline dipped dramatically low, and the slit hit high on the thigh. A narrow leather belt nipped in at my waist, and my own generous breasts nearly poured out of the demi-cups I’d deliberately bought a size smaller.

We sat down across from each other while Rod fixed our drinks in the kitchen. “I’m nervous,” I confessed. Ava winked and told me to just follow her lead. At that moment my husband entered with a tray of drinks and snacks.

Ava picked up her glass and sipped the chocolate martini appreciatively. We made small talk for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company. I started to relax a bit. Suddenly, I caught a look of concern on Rod’s face. I followed his gaze to Ava, who was wincing in pain and rubbing her neck. I got up to assist.

“Oh, it’s just a pinched nerve. It gets aggravated when my back muscles are tight.” “Let me help with that,” I offered. I placed my hands at the base of her neck and began to knead. I followed the tension down to her shoulders, and bumped into her strap. “It might be easier if you slipped this down for a few minutes,” I said. I was shocked to see her remove her shirt and bra. “Is this better?” she asked innocently. I just smiled at Rod’s huge eyes taking in the sight of her perky breasts. I was busy appreciating the view from above as I continued to release the sore muscles.

As I moved along her arm, she tugged my hand down to cover her left breast. Instinctively, I moved my other hand down to cup its mate. My thumbs flicked over her pink nipples, and they jumped up in response to my touch. I leaned forward, pushing my silk-covered breasts against her back. I, too, was aroused and I knew she could feel my own breasts poking her skin through the fabric. She hummed in appreciation as I massaged her globes and continued to pinch and pull at her lovely pink tips, so different than my large brown ones.

I bent my head to her ear and gently flicked at the lobe. She sighed deeply, and I swirled my tongue gently in her ear. Shivering in delight, she turned her face up to mine. I took her face in my hands and brought my lips to hers. Her tongue teased at my teeth, and they opened to receive her. Our tongues swirled gently, dancing slowly and with wonder. How different this was! There was nothing rushed, as it had been with boyfriends in the past. We luxuriated in the sweetness of each other’s mouths. I could feel her heart beating quickly.

I broke the kiss and looked over at Rod. He was rubbing the side of his cock, clearly enjoying the show. I moved slightly so that he could see both of us in side profile, my hand in Ava’s. I tugged her to her feet. Ava stood and slipped a manicured hand inside my dress. She cupped my breasts and lowered her head to suckle at the nipples. I looked over at Rod and crooked a finger at him, encouraging him to come over to us. As Ava sampled my breasts, I slipped a finger inside her red lace panties. She was wet and warm. I rubbed up and down, slowly, and she rocked her hips gently against me in response.

Rod stood behind her and slowly rubbed her back. She smiled wickedly at me and reached behind her, where she felt his girth under his khakis. I heard the telltale noise of his fly being unzipped, and knew she was fondling his cock. Rod caught my eye and smiled in happiness at the attention. He moved his hands up to her breasts as she began to stroke him. I knelt in front of her and pressed my mouth to her panties, my tongue wetting the lace. I could feel her sweet honey. She moaned and I inserted my fingers. I pumped and pumped until my fingers were soaked, then pulled them out to put in Rod’s mouth. He licked at her moisture like a kitten would its milk, savoring her taste.

Ava turned to face Rod now, and tugged at his waistband. I took my place on the other side of him and undid his belt. The leather slid out and snaked on the floor behind us. Rod looked from Ava, to me, and back again, hardly believing what he was seeing. We both knelt on the floor, facing each other. Between our mouths stood Rod’s proud member, engorged to its impressive fullest. Ava and I began to kiss each other just past the tip of his cock, once again swirling our tongues.

She guided our heads back, an inch at a time, all the while still kissing me. I could feel Rod’s dick as it came between our tongues, and the taste of pre-cum filled me with anticipation. Rod began to thrust, slowly and gently, as our tongues worked his cock. He put his hands in our hair, as much to guide as to balance, and his pulsing increased. Ava reached out to fondle his balls. It was swollen with desire and need. I moved my hands to Ava’s breasts, and the sight of his wife foundling another woman nearly overwhelmed him.

Ava took his balls in her mouth, and as she turned towards him my hands took over stroking his cock. I relaxed my throat and focused on taking him deep. I gagged as he bumped against the back of my throat, and moved off to wipe my eyes. Ava took advantage of the break and moved to take my place. I could see that she was much more experienced than I was at this sort of thing, and I sat back on my heels to watch.

I could feel my pussy tingling, and I began to rub it to relieve myself. Ava glanced over to see what I was doing, and then offered to assist. I stood up and moved across the room to the velvet sofa. I lay on the couch with both legs spread wide. Ava stood, gave Rod’s cock a squeeze, then came over to bury her face in my crotch, her pert bottom angled upwards.

Rod couldn’t take any more. With one hand on Ava’s hip, he guided his member into her waiting slit. She moaned, and I could see her eyes close in pleasure. With each push he drove her eager mouth into my panties. I reached to pull them aside and give her greater access. She slipped two fingers inside my pussy and sucked at my clit. Harder and harder he drove her, and it sent us both over the edge. She shuddered as her orgasm overtook her, and the movement caused my own. I clamped my thighs against her head, driving her tongue into me even further. I arched and held her head with my hands until my own climax released me, and my bottom sank back into the couch. I could feel the cum sliding down my left leg as I got to my feet.

I knew Rod was close to cumming as well, and I wanted to finish him off in style. I motioned for him to step back for a moment while I pulled Ava to the couch beside me. We began kissing again as we each pumped his cock with our hands. He groaned and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. I could see his abs tighten, and I braced myself. With a grunt and a thrust of his hips his pleasure overtook him and he spurted over her tits, our hands still moving.

Ava pushed his tip towards my breasts before he was finished, and we milked the last of his cream over my erect nipples. I could hear him gasping for breath. Ava leaned over, lapping up the drops that clung to his engorged head. The milk splattered us and was now dripping off our tits and pooling on our thighs. Like little girls we played in the slickness, rubbing it into each other’s chests. We slipped our hands into each other’s pussies, working them furiously until we each came again. Rod stood nearby with a grin I’d never seen before.

“See?” Ava said a short time later, wrapped in Rod’s fuzzy robe. “Good things happen when you follow my lead!” I couldn’t agree more.

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