Wind howled outside our seaside cottage. Saturday afternoon, December chill biting. Catherine and I lounged by the crackling fireplace. Books in hand. Her: ‘Sainted Fillies.’ Me: ‘The Banquet.’ Post-lunch bliss. Mutual treats. Lick for suck. Draw.
Gravel crunched under heels. Feminine steps on the path. Heavy knock rattled the oak door. Catherine’s eyes met mine. No one expected. She sighed. Rose. Padded to the hall. Floorboards creaked softly.
The Knock at the Door
I kept reading. Muffled voices drifted. Not for me. Friend? Neighbor? Relief washed over. Then, she entered the living room. Stunner. Mid-30s. Blonde bob. Navy skirt suit, short. Sexy heels. Black stilettos. Seamed stockings? Fuck, yes.
Catherine grinned behind her. ‘Sit, Colette. Chris, meet the rep. Demo time, if you’re game.’ Trapped. Polite nod. Thought: kitchen gadgets. ‘Sure, I’ll leave you ladies.’ Catherine’s wink. That signal. Pure heat.
‘Stay,’ she purred. Colette crossed legs. Lace garter flashed. White. Thick. ‘Please.’ Catherine plopped beside her on the cream leather sofa. ‘Show your best.’ Case snapped open. Lingerie explosion. Lacy colors.
Catherine flipped catalog. Stopped. Pale blue set. Sheer string and bra. ‘Got it?’ Colette beamed. ‘Your size. Try on.’ Catherine stripped. No hesitation. Pullover off. Bra unhooked. Skirt unzipped. Brazilian thong dropped.
Naked. Bold. Not her usual. Slipped blue lace on. Wonderbra lift. Perfect. Colette shed jacket. Blouse buttons popped. Balconette white bra. Eyes on me. Skirt pooled. Seamed nylons. Red garter belt. Tiny white thong.
‘This how it looks.’ Spin. Legs endless. Catherine smirked at my crotch. ‘Which, honey? Blue on me? White on her?’ Colette’s stockings killed me. ‘Both.’ Hands reached. ‘Feel the lace.’ Fingered Catherine’s tits. Soft. Teasing.
Colette leaned in. ‘Touch mine.’ Balconette smooth. Sales pitch dirty. Catherine palmed my fly. ‘He’s hard. Watch.’ Unzipped. Cock sprang free. Thick. Veiny. She stroked slow. Colette stared. Hand in her thong. Nails scratched lace. Wet sounds.
Whispers and Moans by the Fire
Catherine sucked. Sloppy. Glans popped. Colette spread legs. Shaved pussy. Fingers parted lips. Clit circled. ‘Taste him?’ Colette knelt. Grabbed shaft. Swallowed deep. Alternated mouths. Saliva dripped. Colette groped Catherine’s tits. Bonnets down. Nipples pinched.
Catherine bent. Colette behind. Hands on thighs. Ass spread. Fucked her mouth. Catherine grabbed vibe. Returned. Yanked Colette’s thong. Buzz on pussy. Ass cheeks quivered. Colette deepthroated. Gagged soft.
They flipped. 69 on sofa. Colette’s ass near. Catherine licked. Vibe teased crack. Suck sounds. Slurps. Juices flowed. Orgasms hit. Gasps muffled. Windows rattled. Wind covered? Neighbors’ cottages dark. Sleeping?
‘Fuck us, Chris.’ Alternated cunts. Colette first. ‘God, his cock’s thick. Pound me.’ Sloppy thrusts. Catherine next. Juices mixed. Squelch. More cums.
Colette begged. ‘Ass. Please.’ On all fours. Cheeks spread. Catherine lubed cock with spit. Eased in. Tight. Hot. Rammed hard. Catherine under. Licked balls. Pussy. Vibe buzzed. Fingers probed. Colette wailed low. ‘Deeper. Fuck my shithole.’
Blinds filtered sea light. Floor groaned. Fire popped. Hold breaths. Neighbors hear? Climax built. Pulled out. Shot ropes. Ass gape. Pussy. Catherine lapped cum.
Bathroom. Tub. Me flat. They straddled. Piss streams. Golden. Hot on chest. Cock. Wanked under jets. They fingered. Came again.
Showered. Tea. Ordered sets. Colette left. Cheque plus cream pie. Door clicked shut. Heart hammered. Footsteps faded on path. Fire crackled. Books waited. Secret safe. Wind whispered. Neighbors none the wiser.