Angie sat sipping her wine as Rita coughed into hers at the last tweet Dr Pervv had posted.
"Oh god, he's so dirty! Do you really let him do that to you, I'd never let any man do that to me?"
"So no bum fun for John then?"
"God, no!"
"Not even Oswald?" smiled Angie.
"Well, mmmm, maybe. If he asked me nicely and he wasn't too rough."
Angie laughed at the tipsy admission as Rita seemed to reflect on that particular scenario a little longer than she should.
"Does it hurt?"
"Christ yes but only at first then it gets very intense. You soon forget the pain when you're turned on and it IS sooo dirty, makes me feel such a bad girl"
Angie and Rita looked at each other for a few seconds then burst out laughing as they both felt a slight tingling in their pussies at the thought of getting a good hard arse fuck.
"You'll have to bring him to a Shag Group meeting and see how broad his shoulders are,"
Angie's phone pinged, so she swiped the screen and was pleased to see it was from Brian. "Shit Rita, looks like you're going to meet him sooner than you think, he's passing by shortly and I miss him so much."
"Lucky girl, I wish Oswald would drop by when John was out, I could do with a little of his magic touch."
Again both women lost themselves in a second of fantasy, disrupted once more by the ping of Angie's phone.
"He's here!" grinned Angie."Hang on, I'll let him in."
Angie pressed the button for the gate and opened the front door as Brian came quickly across the drive.
"Hey babe."
"Hey lover."
They kissed in the hall as Angie shut the door and he pulled her hard into him. His hands wandered round to her buttocks and back across her cunt, pressing firmly through her dress, on her clit as she let out a little moan.
"You'll have to wait, I've got visitors." Angie teased as she reluctantly pulled away from him.
She smiled at the look of alarm and confusion cross his face.
"WHAT, who?" he spluttered as he eyed the kitchen door.
"Just Rita, silly, she's dying to meet you." then Angie turned and led him through to the kitchen.
"Rita, this is Brian, Brian, this is Rita." Brian smiled at Rita and she grinned back, admiring Angie's taste in men.
"I've heard so much about you I feel I know you already."
"Likewise." Brian replied and sat on the bar stool next to Angie's.
As the two women drank more, Rita turned to Brian and asked, "So does Angie really do everything you tell her to?"
"Christ, no, she always wears the pants in this relationship!" he grinned.
"That's not what I heard......"
"Well, when it comes to kinky fuckery, we do have a certain change of roles going on."
"So only when it comes to sex, Angie does what ever you want?"
"Pretty much, as long as l don't leave her too marked."
"Not true, don't listen to him." Angie protested.
"Er, it is so Miss Slave." Brian looked at her and she felt her cunt give a twinge of desire.
"Ha, prove it." Challenged Rita.
"No way."
"Ok." said Brian and he spun Angie's stool till she faced him then, putting his hand behind her head, pulled her into him for a long lingering kiss.
"That's nothing," dismissed Rita, "even I let John do that!"
Brian continued the kiss but brought a hand round and onto Angie's lap pushing once more against her throbbing pussy.
Angie tried to pull back but Brian broke the kiss and hissed, "NO."
Brian's hand pushed into her and cupped her sex; he could feel the heat and damp coming from her as he rubbed.
Brian stopped and stood up, looking at Rita as he led Angie over to the couch in front of the patio doors. He sat and pulled Angie down into his lap and kissed her again then pushed her away and down onto the floor.
"No, Brian, I'm not doing that."
"Oh but you are."
"No."
"Down on your knees or I'll punish you here and now or even harder later."
Without looking at Rita, Angie hung her head and knelt between Brian's knees.
"Do it." he said.
"But."
"DO IT!"
Angie turned to look at Rita but only saw blank fascination on her face so she turned back and reached for Brian's zip.
Despite her embarrassment, Angie felt the heat inside her building and her pussy getting wetter as she fished Brian's cock out of his trousers then bent forward to engulf the head fully between her lips.
Brian looked at Rita over Angie's bobbing head but she never met his gaze, just stared at back of Angie's head.
As Angie sucked and licked his cock she began to pump her hand up and down his shaft, turning her head sideways and affording Rita a glimpse of Brian's hard and angry cock, wetly sliding in and out of her lips.
Rita absently sipped at her wine as she stared. Brian bent forward over Angie's back to grasp the hem of her skirt and began pulling it upwards revealing black tights and white cotton knickers. His hand slid down the inside and a finger traced the line of her arse, past her tight puckered hole and into the wetness of her cunt.