6 PM sharp. Cathy buzzed with heat. Red thong, matching bra. Short red skirt, black blouse. She looked fuckable. Nervous tingles between her legs. Doorbell. Sandra. Denim mini-skirt, jean jacket. Nothing but white bra and thong underneath. They prepped aperitifs. Cathy bent to set a plate. Hand slipped under her skirt. ‘Sandra! Incorrigible bitch!’ Finger probed her thong. Cathy sighed. Wet already. Whistling in the hallway. She shoved Sandra to kitchen. Fixed skirt. Opened door. Fred. Three champagne flutes. ‘Expecting someone?’ She blushed, kissed him. ‘Sandra! Come out!’ Sandra emerged. Fred’s jaw dropped. Eyes hungry. They sat low table. Champagne fizzed. Bite-sized pastries crunched. Laughter echoed softly. Walls thin here. Neighbors asleep early. Fred spilled stories. Old flames, bars, nights out. Cathy rediscovered him. Him, Sandra. Jacket off. Skirt hiked. Sandra excused herself. Fred pulled Cathy close. ‘How’d you do this? You’re amazing.’ ‘You ain’t seen nothing.’ Cathy whispered to Sandra: ‘Leave you two to reconnect.’ Kitchen hideout. Doubts crept. What if he falls back? Trust them. Five minutes. Back to salon. Fred slouched on couch. Sandra straddled him. Jacket open. Deep kiss. Hand on back, no bra hook. Other hand groped ass under skirt. Cathy watched. Pulsing heat. Sandra offered tits. Tongue flick at Cathy. She leaned over. Kissed Sandra hard. Fred licked bra-clad breasts. Cathy bent more. Fred unbuttoned blouse. Red bra spilled. Skirt off. Just lingerie. Sandra shed jacket. Fred tongued navel. Cathy helped strip mini-skirt. Women kissed. Stripped Fred. Cock sprang. Tongues danced on shaft. Swelled huge. Cathy kissed him. Sandra sucked deep. Fingers teased Cathy’s ass crack. ‘She’s soaked, finger her!’ Fred flipped Cathy on couch back. Legs spread. Thong aside. Tongue plunged pussy. She mewled soft. Don’t wake neighbors. Parquet creaked under shifts. Light filtered through blinds. Sandra sucked cock below.
Blinds rattled faintly. Street quiet. All asleep out there. Fred full length. Cathy on face. Sandra backed onto cock. Moan muffled. Cathy helped impale. Perverse thrill. Fiancé in ex’s cunt. Sandra arched. Neck on Cathy’s tits. Hand on breast. Other on Fred’s sweaty chest. Sandra screamed low. Pulled off. Naked now. Thongs gone. Sandra on face. Cathy rode cock facing her. Kisses fierce. Fred licked pussy. Thrust up. ‘Coming!’ Cathy clenched. Jets hit her tits. Sandra cried watching. Fred sighed. ‘Tired?’ ‘Regonfler him.’ Sandra licked cum off tits. Shared sloppy kiss. Finger fucked Cathy fast. Fred hardened. Upstairs bedroom. Door clicked shut. Cathy doggy. Fred slammed in. Wet slide. ‘Harder!’ Sandra ass to Cathy’s face. Licked hole. Fingers in pussy. Fred switched. Ass-fucked Sandra. ‘Pound her! Fuck that ass!’ She roared muffled. Cathy sucked tits. Cum rained. Collapse. Snores. 6:10 AM. Fred woke. Slipped out. Underwear drawer. Glanced back. Two beauties tangled. Past, future blurred. Kitchen. Coffee perked. Creak. Sandra in black thong. Tits bare. ‘Cathy sleeps.’ Hand on crotch. ‘Fuck me now.’ Kiss crushed. Finger in wet slit. Thong down. Bent over table. Cock buried. Twists met thrusts. Spun. Legs wrapped. Biting kiss. She knelt. Swallowed load. Shame hit. But no regret. Washed. Left quiet.
The Contact
Cathy stirred. Bad vibe. Slipped on white panties. Sandra smiled. ‘Back to bed.’ Slow kiss. Tits rubbed. Goosebumps. Genitals nudged knee. Gush. Thongs tossed. Pussies ground. Orgasms crashed. Shower fuck. Breakfast bang. Gone. Void. Evening. Fred home beat. Alone with Cathy. Relief? Couch creaked memories. She snuggled. ‘Liked it?’ ‘Divine.’ ‘Better than her?’ ‘Only you.’ Dinner. TV. Nuisette dropped. Lace thong. ‘Prove.’ Couch fuck. Deep, tender. Climax shared. Sleep. Secrets simmered. Hallway footsteps outside. Neighbors oblivious. Light under door flickered. Heart raced still.