Dinner was a hoot. The girls, relaxed after a glass of wine, dropped any remaining pretense and we thoroughly enjoyed an evening of fine food, good wine, and each others company. Emily was mostly interested in business, and Candy, relationships. Our server left us with her number. The girls veered off to the restroom after dinner, leaving me to find the limo. While waiting, I checked texts. Of interest, Becky shared a picture of she and Belle at a pool party. Both in black one-pieces; high on the hip, low at the neck, wet. Big smiles - lots of teeth, gleaming eyes, slicked back hair. "Wish you were here." I looked forward to the rest of that story.
On the way back home, Emily was curled into me, softly, filling the void between us with the gentle swell of her breast and torso, hand on my thigh. Candy sat across, interrogating us. "So, for both of you, fantasies please - and remember" she said, looking at me, "- be honest, expand your horizons... and, no judging."
Emily: "You, love. Just you. I know you know this, but it is nice to say it."
Candy: "Be specific."
Emily: "I want to make you cum, and I want you to return the favor. I want to feel the silkiness of your pussy hair... I want you to know the pleasure of being licked the way I like to be licked. I want to wake up to the scent of you." She goes on in considerable detail, all the while lazily stroking my thigh with her fingers. Refreshed from the treat I received earlier, my cock responds in earnest. "And," she continued, "For the benefit of Uncle Steve here, I'd like him to lick us both to orgasm. Soon."
"HIS benefit?"
"I should think so... how often does one get pussy licking lessons after all?" She turns to me, places her hand gently on my cock, kisses my neck, nuzzles her nose into me and says "you would like these lessons, yes?" Yes.
Candy: "Uncle Steve, your turn, though I already know. One of them, anyway." Her eyes pierce into my soul.
"Oh? And how would you know. Specifically, that is."
Emily, smiling seductively at Candy: "Uncle Steve, she means where you fuck her in the jacuzzi."
Candy, mixed faux outrage and laughter: "Emily - you're horrible!!"
"Hon, sometimes lovers just need a little help clearing the air." She continues: "Uncle Steve, Candy here spotted you in her living room one night with her boyfriend in the hot tub. She was with him, but wanted you."
Me: "Oh my god..." Looking at Candy... "You knew?"
"Ya. It was...intense. You were sexy and I knew then that I wanted you. But I was afraid, and my boyfriend was there. I was about to send him home when I spotted you. So, perhaps unwisely, I decided maybe a little show for you? I hate to say I used him, but truth of it is, he was more prop than lover. So now you know and yes, I've imagined the scene many times... with... you." Candy's eyes were very big, lips very pouty and full. She'd never looked more beautiful. She slid off the seat opposite us and between my legs. She slid her hands up from my thighs to my groin, delicately removing Emily's hand, and began to stroke my cock with the tips of her fingers. Looking into my eyes: "you can imagine it now, huh? Both of us wet and slippery and me sliding my body along yours? Fuck, I get wet just thinking about it. So maybe this is a little fantasy we can share tonight?"
"What about Emily? Remember, no one gets ignored."
Candy climbs up, straddles my leg, turns to Emily and kisses her. "Emily should join us, I think." She reaches down, unties Emily's sash, and proceeds place a hand on her left breast. "I think she'd like that. Her heart is racing."
The limo slid across the causeway... we'd be home soon. The girls were relaxed, on either side of me. I was in heaven, toying with their asses, and the two of them alternately stroking my cock through my trousers or, alternatively, teasing each others breasts. Emily held court, discussing the intricacies of pussy licking. "... its more than a matter of style or technique. Its an emotion, and a response. Maybe I want it kissed and cuddled... maybe rubbed really fast and hard; sometimes, just pressure on the clitty hood; sometimes penetration, sometimes my butt hole... sometimes a clinical, detached approach. IF you can ever understand that, AND then the different sensitivities of a different parts of a given women's anatomy, THEN its pretty easy." She draws a line from Candy's knee to her pussy. This is why women lick pussy so much better... they talk to each other... god, if I could just meet a man with Uncle Steve's dick... who would listen... I guess that's why I'm bi."