Tracey Golden watched as her daughters and mother romped on the couch. They were in the heat of lesbian lust, oblivious to their surroundings. Having her mother here had been a blessing, she had helped Tracey out with housework and other such necessary chores, plus her kinky, whorish mother had helped keep the little nymphos sexually satisfied when Tracey grabbed much-needed sleep.
Teagan was wearing her newest sex toy and fucking her grandmother's pussy with it. Lara's shaved cunt was gratefully accepting the thick rubber cock while she feasted on her other granddaughter's juicy pussy. The sweet funk of sex permeated the household and Tracey was sure she had never been happier in her life. She was about ready to join the sex-fest and provide Tailor with some cock of her own when the phone rang.
"Well hello gorgeous, always a pleasure to hear from
you
,"Tracey's voice broke into a husky purr. On the other end of the conversation was her friend Angela, a dark beauty and a wonderful playmate. Angela's body was lush and curvy and she had wonderful lips and hands. Just hearing her friend's voice made Tracey horny, not that she wasn't already. Her mother and daughters had brought her to that point several times today.
Tracey listened to every word Angela told her and she began to feel as hot as if she had a fever. Angela was a lover she could never turn down and her request today was one that Tracey was all-too willing to grant. A visit with Angela was arranged and she went upstairs to prepare for it. Her family barely noticed, now Lara had on the toy and was busily fucking Tailor's cunt energetically.
30 minutes later, when Tracey came downstairs, the trio had taken a break for coffee. Everyone looked at her and wondered what was going on, she wore a trench coat and latex boots could be seen, but nothing else. Lara knew that something was up, but kept silent. Her granddaughters followed suit as Tracey explained that she was going out and would be back after dinner. She dropped $20 on the table and told them to order some pizza or Chinese food.
"Save some for me, okay my little sluts," Tracey said, kissing both of her daughters. Everyone in the room knew that she wasn't referring to food.
As she drove the 30 minutes to Angela's home, the prospect of what she and her long-time friend were going to do this afternoon thrilled her. Her cock tingled as she thought it was times like this she truly loved being a naughty little dick girl. Angela had been one of the first women she had revealed her secret to, after Tiffany. Far from being shocked, Angela had been turned on and nearly ripped Tracey's clothes from her body. Both of them had been true
sluts
that night and in every encounter since. She and her friend couldn't get together as often as both of them would have liked, only in moments like today, when the coast was clear. Angela's husband was a TV executive and he was in New York on business. Like always, when the cat was away, Angela was ready for play. Angela's play always involved multiple orgasms for them both and lots of cum for Angela to swallow. She had often told Tracey she felt freer with her, more in control of her sexuality. She teased Tracey while sucking her rod by saying that if Tracey had her husband's money; she would have run off with her in an instant.
She approached the driveway to Angela's spacious home, loving the fact it was remote with no nosy neighbors to see what they were up to. Angela had a housekeeper and a maid but both had been sworn to secrecy. The housekeeper had joined them in bed one time and Tracey had fucked her tight black pussy until it practically smoked. Then Angela had eaten the younger woman clean and gifted her with a $50 bonus for the fun she'd provided for both of them.
The door flew open and Angela ran out to embrace Tracey. "Aren't you a bit over-dressed?" She asked, looking at her friend's coat. Angela herself was wearing a Merry Widow corset made of black satin with red embroidery all around it. Black seamed stockings and stiletto heels completed the ensemble.
"You know me bitch," Tracey said, jamming her tongue down Angela's throat. "I don't give it up all at once, where's the fun in that?"
"You're right, as always," Angela told her. "Let's have a drink and then go upstairs, I can't wait to start our afternoon together," Angela said, rubbing herself against Tracey. Tracey almost wanted to rip Angela's lingerie from her body and take her right there, but that would be giving in to temptation and giving Angela an advantage. That wasn't about to happen anytime soon, Tracey always had the upper hand during sex with her lovers.
Angela fixed them a couple of Margaritas and they sat talking for about 30 minutes. Now Tracey felt they should go upstairs and get the party started. She made herself clear by taking Angela's glass from her and pushing her friend on her back. She tugged the garment down and nibbled on one of Angela's big tits, sucking and plucking the large pink nipples. She could smell Angela's arousal, she got a sensual, musky aroma during sex and it was already in the air. They needed to go upstairs and have a nice lezzie fuck. She also wondered just what the surprise was that Angela had told her about during her phone call. Had she bought some new toys or clothes? Angela had her own accounts so that her husband never caught wind of her purchases. He had no idea of what a hot, kinky slut he was truly married to. The 38-year old brunette began climbing the stairs with Tracey close behind, watching her gorgeous buttocks bouncing.
Tracey could smell the subtle scent of Jasmine wafting from Angela's bedroom and from the flickering she could see as they went down the hallway, she assumed that her lover had placed scented candles in the room. Angela loved to set the mood during sex, each time was unique. Tracey hoped she would receive a massage from her lover; no one had hands like Angela. The rest of her wasn't too bad either.