Fiona and John did not disappoint in the weeks and months following their morning adventure. I was now a regular guest of their morning extasy. I was careful to not to be seen and thoroughly enjoyed the spectacular show they put on.
One morning was a particular delight:
Her car pulled up to the kerb, she jumped out. Unexpectedly, the passenger door opened and a second police woman stepped out. She wore the same uniform as Fiona, but for everything else, they could not have been more different: where Fiona was small and muscular, the other woman was tall and willowy. Where Fiona had long whiteish blonde hair and slightly tanned skin, the other woman had her black, straight hair cut to shoulder length and her skin was much darker, the colour of tea, as if she was South Asian or of Indian descendance.
Both women walked up the driveway towards the house, chatting animatedly and visibly in high spirits. They were laughing and giggling; when Fiona opened the entrance door, the Asian whispered something in her ear, laying her hands around Fiona's hips from behind. Or was she nibbling on her ear lobe? I could not see it clearly, but Fiona slightly turned around and gave her a peck on the cheek before entering the house. Were these two making out with each other or were they just close friends and had a good day? With John in the house, certainly his wife would not bring a lover/colleague home, I thought, but the thought of the two woman playing made my heart beat faster.
I quickly verified, ah yes, John was asleep upstairs, the curtains were not drawn, I could see him clearly in the halflight just before sun rise that illuminated their bedroom. He was fast asleep.
A couple of minutes later, the door of the bedroom opened and Fiona walked into the bedroom.... followed by.... by her colleague, let's call her "Deema". What was she doing in their bedroom? Fiona, ok, but Deema? And she seemed to feel right at home there, while Fiona started to unbutton her uniform jacket, she sat down on an armchair as if the bedroom was her own. She watched as Fiona got rid of her uniform jacket, then pulled her t-shirt over her head.
She must have said something as Fiona turned around to her, smiling broadly, while she undid her black bra and dropped it. Her firm big breasts stood proudly in the first sunlight, some pressure marks on her flesh from the underwired bra, the pink nipples hard, as she replied to Deema.
Gosh, they must be really close for colleagues, I thought as Fiona cupped her breasts and rubbed them, and I licked my lips staring at my favourite police babe undressing. She unbuckled her wide black belt and pushed her pants down over her hips and stepped out of them.
In the bed, John must have moved and Fiona had turned around so that I had the full benefit of her round bum while she pushed down her pants. Yep, small black thong, disappearing between her globes.
She stepped out of her pants and knelt on the bed, it seemed like she talked to John. She was a delight to behold, her round bum in the air, her firm breasts waggling in front of his eyes, in a perfect doggystyle position.
She leaned down and started kissing him. John returned her kisses and his hands began exploring her tits, grabbing them and tweaking her nipples and her kisses became more and more enthusiastic. Deema stood up and unbuttoned her jacket as well.
Really close colleagues, was all I could think when she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was so different from Fiona, but what a beauty. I could hardly believe my luck as her dark, lissom body stretched and bent to reach behind her and unclasped her white bra.
Her breasts were small and round, her dark tips pointing up. She dropped her pants and sat down in the armchair again, only in Brazilian-cut panties that were blindingly white against her dark skin. She stared at the couple on the bed, making out, kissing and caressing each other.
She stared at them licking her lips. She was visible getting restless, her hands moved up and down her arms, hugging herself, caressing her own arms. The caress grew wider, reached her thighs, her slim belly and hips, then further up, and she caressed her breasts, always staring at Fiona and John, who seemed to have forgotten about her and were getting more and more into their morning habit.
Deema had pushed one hand into her panties, the other played with her breasts, and for a while she seemed content to just watch the hot sex that developped between Fiona and John. But then she stood up and moved behind Fiona, who was lost to the world. She slightly jumped, when Deema laid both her hands on Fionas nether cheeks, Fiona looked behind her and smiled at her Indian friend, then concentrated on her husband again. Deema squeezed Fiona's cheeks a couple of times, slapped her two times, three times, four times, then covered the reddening cheeks with hundreds of butterfly kisses.
Her kisses went all over Fionas round backside, but then concentrated more and more on the crack between the cheeks, where the thin black ribbon disappeared, kissing further down the cleft between her buttocks. And ever so slowly, the kisses went deeper and reached the point where the black thong appeared again and wrapped Fiona's juicy pussy lips in a moist, steamy package between her thighs.
Deema at first only kissed her through the fabric, licked Fiona's covered lips while her hands were kneading her buttocks. And then she impatiently pushed the fabric to the side and pleasured her friend with deep strokes of her tongue. Deema's hand had disappeared again in her bikini bottoms and I saw her fingers were busy under the fabric while she was now servicing Fiona in earnest.
And Fiona was delighted. She sucked John deeper and deeper in her mouth, finally touching his belly with her lips, but one could see that she was getting more and more restless. Deema sneakily had added a finger or two and now pleasured Fiona in deep strokes while her tongue was pressing against her puckered bum. Fiona bravely soldiered on on John's dick fighting to control her excitement, but it was obvious that it was a losing battle. When Deema added a third finger in her snatch, John's dick fell out of her gaping mouth, she threw up her head and howled. Even from across the street I saw that Fiona shuddered in spasms which exploded when John casually took one of her nipples in his hands and squeezed it hard. Fiona threw up her head again screaming and collapsed on top of John. Her limbs were flayling, then shuddering. Deema had moved slightly back to not be hit by one of the legs, she watched with delight the writhing and moaning heap she had made Fiona into. She still was on all fours and her hand had disappeared in her white panties, enhancing her viewing pleasure by feverishly playing with herself. Fiona finally lay still, John had closed his arms around her and they cuddled while their dark-skinned friend enjoyed herself alone until Fiona opened her eyes again.
She said something to Deema, then pushed her hand between herself and John. She then slowly rolled off John and gestured to Johns still hard cock. Deema started giggling and said something back and I could imagine that the conversation went something like this:
„Oh look, my poor baby is still all hard and hot". She looked at him, then his hard mast, then him again. He grinned and kissed her. She turned around to Deema and looked at her accusingly. Deema, without taking her hand out of her slip replied:
"What, what? You stopped sucking him, not me..."
"And who's fault was that?" said Fiona and looked at her again. John said something along the lines of
"Come on, you will not complain now, will you?" he grinned a fat, shit-eating grin. She shook her head, looked at him and slowly stroked his cock:
"My poor, poor baby. You are so big and hard and mommy is soo tired." John laughed which made Fiona bob up and down, she looked at Deema again. "Sorry Deema, you shortened my man's morning pleasure and I am in no shape to take him on now." Deema looked somewhat perplexed. "Come on, Deema, you owe us one." Fiona had come up now and was kneeling in front of Deema, slowly caressing her face, neck, then sliding her hand down her side and lazily playing with her breasts as she tenderly kissed the Indian woman. Deema stiffened, then relaxed, gave back the kiss that became steamier and steamier, as Fiona's fondling became hard and harder. Unaware of her, Fiona had hooked her hands under Fiona's armpits. When all of a sudden she let herself fall backwards, they landed as a tangled mess on John's legs. Fiona slid off him but did not let go of Deema. Only a handwidth away from John's bulging cock, Fiona started licking and kissing the other woman's mouth, eyes, throat again, caressing her face, her neck, her shoulders while softly taking to her:
"You have to do this for me Deema, he is my man and you ruined his morning" she giggled deep in her troat, "look how hard he is, the poor guy, all the throbbing veins, he needs help, the poor baby", she caressed John's cock with the tip of her fingers, it twitched under her feathery touch. "Feel how hot it is" she murmured while she slowly lifted Deema's hand and laid it gently down on his shaft, John shuddered, while Deema stared at her dark hand on his white cock, Fiona slowly guided her hand up and down a few times before she took up her nibbling and kissing on Deema's face again.... then Deema's hand started to move by herself. Hesitant at first, she then grabbed him firmer, lifted herself up on all fours and said something to John, maybe:
"Hi, I am Deema". Without waiting for an answer, she then swallowed his head and sucked him into her mouth while wanking him with her hand. John stared at her in surprise, then said something like:
"Pleasure, I am John", saluted military style, his cock standing to attention and just stared at her bobbing head, enjoying her hot mouth on his nob. He looked over her shoulder to Fiona, she grinned like a Cheshire cat, he grinned back and she sneakily crawled behind the Indian girl.
Deema was so absorbed in the thick meat in her mouth that she jumped when she felt Fiona's hands pushing her slip down. But John held her head in place and very gently started fucking her dark lips, while Fiona licked her fanny with an eager tongue. The brown girl seemed confused, passive for a moment, caught between a cock and a pleasant place, before she gave in to be the centerpiece in this early morning delight.
Before long, John breathed heavier and held her head stronger between his hands, pumping harder. Fiona had changed tactics and was lying underneath Deema, licking her pink folds while squeezing her slim ass cheeks. I saw her hand go up and carress Deema's ass cheek, and then her thumb pressed down hard on Deema's anus, starting a cataclysm. Deema tried to throw her head up, but could not get off John's cock who held her tightly in place. She quaked, screamed and shuddered before she went over the edge. Her scream on his cock triggered John and he pumped wads and wads of his juice into the shaking dark woman, one shot, two shots, three, four and his man sauce streamed out of the corners of her mouth while she tried to swallow, her body now in goosebumps and spasms. Finally, she collapsed on him. Fiona crawled up to them, they snuggled up with each other. Exhausted, they lay in a puddle of sweat and semen enjoying the afterglow of their morning folly.
