Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond
The next morning, British super-spy Jane Bond awakened to hear her telephone ringing. Still drowsy, she felt sore but refreshed after a night of sharing her bed with both her husband Brad and her first female lover, Wendy Warmcox. Stretching, and rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes, Jane paused before answering the phone, to look around contentedly.
Jane had been sleeping on her right side, completely naked, in the center of their Queen-size bed, her feet propped-up on her pillow, and her head at the foot of the bed. Sprawled in front of Jane, facing her in a 69 position, was the 5'8" blonde bombshell Wendy, whose 40-inch breasts rested against Jane's stomach. But more importantly for Jane's sense of well-being, the soft red lips of Wendy's sensuous mouth rested lovingly against Jane's deeply- contented pussy. For her part, Jane had fallen asleep with her own mouth pressed tightly against the wispy blonde curls above Wendy's juicy slit. Turning her head to peer over her left shoulder, Jane saw that her handsome husband, Brad, lay sleeping directly behind her, spoon fashion, his feet also propped-up on his own pillow, and his semi- flaccid cock still pressed up into the crack between her ass cheeks. Jane sighed and purred with contentment, not only for waking up in this wonderful manner, but for the realization that EVERY morning would find her sharing her two incredible lovers, one male and one female, for the rest of her life.
The incessant jangling of the telephone brought Jane out of her daydreams now. The call was from Miss Moneypenny, at MI- 6 (British Intelligence) headquarters.
"Hi, Jane. Moneypenny here. First, I want to welcome you back to London."
"Thanks, Miss Moneypenny."
"I trust you enjoyed Vienna?"
Moneypenny's question made Jane think back to her first love-making session with Wendy, in her Vienna hotel room. Jane had begun with a series of long, slow licks back and forth over Wendy's sweet little clit, causing Wendy's love button to grow longer and harder, and Wendy's moans to grow louder, with each lick. Wendy had reciprocated by darting her tongue rapidly across Jane's clit. This had caused Jane to buck her hips rapidly up into Wendy's face, down onto the mattress, then back up against Wendy's tongue. Wendy had then run her fingers through the tight curls in Jane's thick, lush carpet of brown-black pussy fur, a real contrast to Wendy's own sparse blonde wisps. Both ladies had then begun circling their tongues around each other's clit, and then darting quickly in and out of each other's slit after every third or fourth lick over the clit. Jane smiled to herself now as she recalled how quickly both women had reached a crescendo of thrashing orgasm, gyrating their hips, bucking their pussies up into the air and back down again, and moaning loudly.
But it had not ended there. Wendy had circled her tongue all the way around Jane's clit about three more times, then curled up her tongue and drove it as deeply as she could inside of Jane's hungry, dripping, slicked-up little slit. Jane had forcefully bucked her hips up into Wendy's face again, but this time left her pussy pressed high against Wendy's face, and began to come. Jane's juices had just kept flowing onto Wendy's lips and tongue, and before Jane's own supply had completely dried up, she had released the rest of her Brad's own deeply-entrapped, three-day-old cock juice from the innermost recesses of her cunt, deep down Wendy's throat.
"Yes," Jane grinned into the phone, "I enjoyed Vienna VERY much!"
"Good, good. I also wanted to let you know, we received W's guns that you shipped to us, and they've already been destroyed. They won't be going to the IRA, the PLO, or any other TLA."
"TLA? Terrorist Liberation Army?"
"No, silly, TLA. Three-Letter Acronym. Like PLO. Oh, forget it! Anyway, no TLA will ever have THESE guns!"
"That IS good news -- STOP that!"
"Stop what, Jane?"
"Not you, Moneypenny--mmmm, that feels so GOOD!"
"Sorry, Jane, I didn't think. You've been away from your husband for 4 days now. Did I interrupt you and Brad in the middle of something?"
"Not Brad. It's Wendy. Tee-hee. You've REALLY got to STOP that!"
"Wendy? Wendy WHO?"
"Wendy Warmcox--Mmmmm! You know, the wife of the arms dealer W, the guy I confiscated the guns from. Yes, THAT Wendy---Ohhhh, Wendy! Mmmmm!"