One thing was certain: Florence could open a restaurant and it would be a Michelin five-star.
The culinary skills she put on display this evening were above and beyond what you thought one person could do and she looked like a million dollars while serving amazing dishes left and right. She insisted the two of you retire to the verandah while she prepared dessert.
Ana led you by the hand and you admired her exquisite beauty stuffed into a skintight, strapless black dress. You were guided to a couch and she slid in, kicking a leg out of the slit and draping her stiletto over your lap. With a sip of red wine, she smiled towards the horizon and blinked towards you.
"I want her."
You smiled and tipped your drink. "Don't we all?"
"She has been teasing me and hinting at us staying after dinner."
"It's hard not to tease you."
"She's absolutely wonderful," she said with another sip. "And she's highly interested in you, mi amor."
You caressed her inner thigh and grabbed a strong hold on it. "You must have talked me up pretty good."
"Everything I said was the truth with very few embellishments, baby," she smiled, caressing your cheek. "Though, she's extremely envious. I may have talked too much."
"I suppose to thank her for her hospitality, you could share the wealth."
Ana lightly tugged your ear lobe. "Am I ready to share my future husband?"
"I'm willing to share you with Flo," you told her. "She's one of a kind."
"Sí. You have great taste in women," she said, lingering her touch on your neck. "Have you been in a threesome?"
"Nah."
"Me either, mi amor. Would you like to be?"
"I think I could be persuaded."
"Are we moving this way too fast? I don't even want to hang out with her, I just want to
have
her."
"It's been made clear from her advances during dinner that--hey, I'm all in."
Ana leaned in, quickly snapping your nose with a gentle bite. "Of course you are. Look at what you're about to get."
You took her soft hand and placed a kiss along her knuckles. "So, lead the way and let's get it. We have a flight to catch soon."
"Sí, papi."
***
"Hey, you two! Still a rainy mess out there?"
"Oh sí, sí," Ana said, carefully setting her glass and swiftly moving in.
Ana grazed Florence's hips with curious fingers, leaning her weight on the woman. Florence carefully laid down the knife and gently sighed at the small pecks on her neck.
"Ana, sweetheart," she whispered, "is he okay with this?"
Pressing into the tight red dress jam-packed with English ass, Ana moseyed up to her ear and nibbled on it.
"He knows I love cake too much, mami. He lets me have what I want."
Florence shivered from neck to spine and down her arms and legs. She braced herself on the countertop and shimmied her thighs together; the wetness had saturated her thin thong and now it was just juicy.
You stood there quietly, letting your wife-to-be seduce the young blonde with the most sensual touches and the voice of a goddess. Your dick hurt. Bad. Florence and her droopy eyelids caught a glimpse of the monstrosity of a bulge in your dress slacks and her mouth dropped a little with the realization.
"You both came to play," she said, reaching back to stroke Ana's hair.
"Y hacer el amor a ti, cielo..."
Florence let out a quick laugh and bit her lip. "My Spanish is so bad, honey."
"We're going to make love to you," you piped up, leaning on the island.
"Oh, so I'm like a couple's present, then?"
"No one here is surprised at this," you said.
"I am absolutely dumbfounded at the situation," she laughed, latching to your belt buckle before grabbing a big handful. "Ana told me you were keeping her happy. Can't
imagine
how."
"I'm funny."
She grinned, tugging on the bulge. "Yeah, we'll see--you going to make me laugh?"
"So much you'll have trouble walking."
She gasped and grabbed your huge meat through your pants with an iron grip. "Guess you're already doing stand-up..."
"Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they cry."
"Will I cry?" she whispered, rocking her arm and jerking on you.
"Maybe."
"Why?"
"Some crowds are hard to get through." You stepped in closer and yanked on the belt buckle.
"What's the trick?" she said with a smile.
"Build up. Buttering them up. It's all about the setup." You undid the button, dropped the zipper and revealed your tight black briefs, silky and taxed. "Make them loosen up."
Ana took Florence by the hand and repositioned on your jutting mass. Both women took to massaging it and there was plenty to go around.
"And then you just slide right in like you own the place," she said with a big sigh, the thought overwhelming her.
"You got it."
Ana nibbled her shoulder. "He's also a ven--ventriloquist? Is that right?"
"Yes."
"Oh yeah?" Florence reached for her big glass of red wine and tipped back before realizing and putting it right back with a spew. Both of you laughed.
"I have two fucking comedians here," she said with a light cough.
"Sí, baby," Ana told her with a thick squelch on her neck. "Mami and Papi are here to make you laugh until you can't breathe..."
"Didn't take long, honey. Jesus."
The sigh was long and palpable with you and Ana seizing the moment and slipping her between you both. Quickly, you were putting indents into her silky smooth neck, taking her hard with your hands. Tilted back, you put your lips to her and tasted the body butter. Delicious. You expected nothing less from a dime and couldn't help but trace the diamond filled choker with your tongue. Young. Stylish. Ready to get manhandled.
Your nose bumped Ana's and she pecked at you before planting kisses up Florence's ear, carefully navigating her numerous piercings. The blonde grabbed at the counter top and struggled, eyes rolling up and mouth dropping down.
"Bloody hell," she whispered.
You cut off her next word, plunging your tongue and taking control. Both hands sprawled out and clasping her skull, she fell limp and let you take it. Smooches turned to deep insertions followed up by soft pecks and bit lips. Ana descended, dark maroon puckered on bubbly cheeks and leaving her mark until she was sandwiched in buns and inhaling the woman's scent. The wet thong was peeled aside and she was all in, laying thick kisses into Florence's tight butthole.
"Oh, wow..."
You cut her off again by yanking her ponytail back and popping your cufflinks. You stared her down and tossed the jacket, buttons flying as she tore at your shirt. Ruby red nails dragged your pecs, followed by smooches.
"I didn't realize this would go off the rails so quickly," she mumbled, latching onto a nipple and suckling.
You grinned and leaned back for her. "It hasn't."
Ana smiled and you winked. Florence flinched at the sudden tug of her hair.
"Ven acá, mami"--She latched on to Flo--"dame tu mano."
They found the hem and lifted, pulling your impressive package up and letting it fall. The girls pulled it away from your waist and unfurled it all to the open. Flo had the look of lust and utter despair and you flexed it for her, holding it big and strong as she took hold.
"Told you I'd bring dessert," Ana quipped, nibbling the woman's ear.
Flo's knee buckled and she bit her lip. "Thought you meant like a cheesecake or a plate of cookies..."
Ana fondled your heavy sack, dabbling kisses to Flo's neck. "You knew what the fuck I meant."
She clamped around the woman's shoulders and pushed down, knees finally giving out. Flo looked up to the monster and you just draped the entirety of it on her beautiful face. No qualms. No hesitation. Ana ran her nails down the veiny beast causing it to flinch and you couldn't help but grab it and drop it again with a thwack.
"Chupar su polla, baby," Ana said, tightening her knuckles around the blond tail.
Flo was tugged, the fattened purple mushroom dribbling a line down her nose. Flo didn't respond, likely in a lustful pause and Ana snapped her head again.
"I said suck his cock."
Ana let her have another jolt backwards for good measure, the head smearing liquid all over her cherry red lips.
