It was our first apartment, three tiny rooms and a bath on the second floor of a small, converted one family house. It was a hot Saturday in June and I had worked while my wife, Jen, had gone shopping with her best friend, Trish. When I got home, I found the two of them sitting at the kitchen table. On the table was a plate of chicken fingers, a bowl of dipping sauce and a half empty pitcher of what I recognized as Jen's favorite home made frozen alcohol punch.
I needed a shower badly and went into the bedroom stripped, wrapped my shave kilt around me, and walked out through the kitchen on my way to the bathroom.
The shaving kilt was a strip of terrycloth about twelve inches wide and just long enough to wrap around my midsection. It sat on my hips, held there by a single snap and a lot of luck. It covered my ass and covered my cock and covered nothing else.
I stopped between the two women and picked at a piece of chicken while we talked for just a minute. I felt the back of the kilt lifted high and heard Trish say "Your husband has a nice ass." She emphasized her words by clamping a hand on my left ass cheek.
Jen reached around and grabbed the other cheek. "Oh, yeah. Nice ass, nice legs," she ran her hand down the outside of my leg and started up the inside. "Nice everything," as her hand disappeared beneath the front of the terrycloth and fastened about my swiftly rising cock.
I continued chewing on the chicken. "Don't start anything you don't want me to finish."
The girls laughed and released me. "You need a shower," they said as they pushed me through the bathroom door.
When I came out, a few minutes later, the chicken and dip had been replaced by a large bowl of fresh strawberries and a larger bowl of whipped cream. There was a fresh pitcher of drinks as well. I could tell by the way the girls acted, where the old pitcher of drinks had gone. I stood between them again and again felt Trish lift the back of my kilt and grab a hunk of my ass.
"You smell a lot better," she said as she began to nibble at my ass cheek. "You taste pretty good too."
Jen reached under the kilt, cupped my balls and let her hand roam up my growing erection.
I took a strawberry, dipped it into the whipped cream and lifted it to my mouth. "Remember what I said about starting things."
They giggled like s couple of schoolgirls and Jen suddenly reached out pulled the snap open on my kilt and threw it across the room, freeing my hard, thick nine inch manhood. She jumped up and tried to run to the bathroom, but I grabbed her by the wrists and backed her up against the table.
"I warned you," I said.
Trish stood there staring at my swollen cock, hands covering her mouth, eyes wide and face red. "Oh my god!" she said over and over, but her eyes never left my engorged dick.
I shoved the dishes to one side and forced Jen back onto the table, her ass hanging off one end. With one hand, I held her arms above her head. She squirmed and squealed, but didn't really struggle hard. I ripped at the shirt Jen wore. Material ripped, buttons popped and flew and my wife lay back on the table, her tits bare, and her nipples hard.
I saw Trish backing away. "Get over here," I ordered. She stopped. Her eyes shifted from my face to Jen's and then to Jen's naked tits and my rock hard cock. "I said to get over here and hold her down."
She walked to the table and without hesitation grabbed Jen's wrists and pressed down.
Jen had ceased her struggles. She lay there, breathing hard, staring up into the face of her friend. I dipped my hand into the whipped cream and smeared it onto my wife's nipples, squeezing and pulling at them, rubbing them. Jen loves having her nipples played with. I knew that it drove her wild with desire. I lifted a finger to her mouth. She sucked it clean like a cock coated in come. The white cream at the corners of her mouth made it even more real.
I removed my hand, one finger still covered with the whipped topping. I placed it against Trish's lips. She looked up at me, surprised. Her mouth slowly opened. Her tongue slipped out to taste my cream covered finger, hesitantly at first and then again and again. When my finger was clean, I pushed my hand into the top of her halter and cupped her small breast.
She was a petite thing, barely five foot tall and no more than a hundred pounds. Her tits were two small, firm mounds of flesh topped by hard pink nubs that I pinched between my fingers as I watched her eyes close in response to my touch. I pulled at the tiny straps that fastened the cloth to her body and the halter lay on the floor forgotten.
I leaned forward and used my mouth and lips and hands to pleasure the four magnificent breasts before me. I saw my wife staring at the two sweet mounds of tit suspended just above her head. I used my hand to coat the four erect nipples with whipped cream and then pulled back. The two women stared at me. I smiled and nodded. They looked at each other and I placed a hand on the back of Trish's neck, urging her mouth down towards Jen's cream covered tits. She needed little encouragement. I watched Jen lift her head, mouth wide to engulf the white coated nipple of her best friend's breast.
The kitchen filled with the sounds of licking and sucking and soft moans of pleasure as I slipped Jen's cut-offs and panties down her legs. I wasted no time before fastening my mouth on her sweet honey pot.
I love tongue fucking my wife. From the moment that I dove into that sopping cunt, I knew she was close to coming. I traced the lips of her pussy with my tongue, darting deep and shallow and fast and slow into her wet and warm tunnel.
Her hips bounced up against my face. Her hand pressed against the back of my head urging me deeper. I found the hard swollen nub of her clit with my lips. I licked and sucked, then slipped first one and then another finger deep inside of her.
Her moans grew louder turning to a scream as she wrapped her legs about my head and began to thrash wildly. Her spasms seemed to last forever, before she finally collapsed limp and exhausted on the table.
I walked to the other end of the table, found that Trish's shorts and panties had somehow disappeared. Her pussy was shaved bare. The puffy lips of her cunt glistened with desire.
I sat her on the edge of the table and pressed the engorged purple knob of my rock hard cock against the gates to paradise. I pushed against that impossibly tiny slit and watched as the enormous crown of my fuckstick slowly disappeared inside that warm, wet cavern. I stroked slowly, gently until I found myself balls deep in my wife's best friend's cunt. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her. The walls of that tight sweet pussy squeezed my hard thick man meat as I began to drive into her harder and faster.
I pounded my thick swollen log into her again and again, burying my nine inches in her with every stroke. She came quickly, nails digging into my back, teeth into my shoulder. I fucked her even harder. She came again.
She was on her third orgasm when I felt my balls tighten, my cock swell one last time and finally explode deep in that sweet, tight pussy. I filled her insides with my cock cream, blasting jet after jet of come deep within her, before I finally pulled my now shrunken dick from her dripping pussy.
She lay back on the now empty table. Strawberries, cream, bowls and glasses lay on the floor as I sat in the chair, watching my come drip from Trish's cunt. My view was quickly obstructed when Jen knelt swiftly before her best friend's pussy and began to clean the insides of that cunt of its load of cock juice with her tongue.
We cleaned the kitchen later, after more fucking and sucking and licking. Then we slept and started all over again.
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