The girl rose onto her knees when she heard my footsteps cease, the sound of them now inaudible on the living room carpeting.
"Down," my wife, Jill, instructed, and the girl settled her butt back against her heels again.
I stood there, dumbfounded, eyes locked on the scene before me with disbelief. I couldn't tell an age, but the girl was definitely young but over 18. Her frame petite, she was kneeling on the living room carpet less than five feet away, her hands behind her back in the same manner I'd seen Jill's in before, and I knew then that her wrists were bound. She wore a pair of pink panties and a pink bra, both identical in shade and matching the blindfold that Jill had used to hinder the girl's vision.
My vision, however, was not hindered, and from where I stood, the girl appeared quite attractive, though young. Her complexion was flawless, her features delicate. Her hair was cut at her shoulders and of a brown dark enough that, should it have been darker, it would have been black. Her breasts, supported by the pink bra, were small, but perfectly shaped. I guessed they were the smallest B-cup one could find. Her hips were narrow, and her stomach lightly padded with the remains of dissipating baby fat. Her breathing was slightly elevated, as though she'd been anticipating this encounter, but wasn't sure whether it was going to be a good or bad one.
"Hello, dear," Jill's said. I glanced to where she sat on the couch, naked, her long red hair hanging over her shoulders, her legs crossed, smiling back at me as if in challenge. "Do you like my surprise?"
I was speechless. I just stared at the two of them. Jill got the point, though. She always did.
"Well, Holly," Jill began, "I think it's time our new friend got a better look at you. Up."
The girl leaned her weight back onto her knees and stood. She stood still for a moment, letting me take in her form, then turned slowly around, showing me the front and back and both sides. When she faced me again, or almost faced me as she couldn't tell exactly where I was, she stopped again.
"What do you think, dear?" Jill asked, "Is she worth our time?"
I swallowed, still registering what was going on. Jill was all smiles, unable to hold them back regardless of how much she tried. I nodded, thinking if I spoke, my voice would be more of a croak than anything else.
Jill stood and walked over to me, stopping next to Holly to bark the words "Back on your knees" in her ear before meeting me. She took my briefcase from my hand and dropped it on the floor, then took hold of my tie and led me over to the La-z-boy, where she pushed me back until I fell into the seat.
"Now, you just sit there and relax."
She removed my tie, loosening it, then pulling it off and tossing it over onto the couch, then unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off as well, just dropping it on the floor next to the chair, then pulled my undershirt over my head and tossed it toward the entranceway to the kitchen. She got on her knees then, unzipping my pants and reaching inside, working her fingers into my boxer briefs and pulling out my cock.
I was still limp, not having the chance for the surprise to wear off. She licked the tip lightly, causing me to moan. I rocked my head back and she took the head in her mouth and sucked lightly on it. She took me down to the base, pushing my pants, which were still buttoned, back with her hands. I could feel her nose pressing into the short hairs above my cock. Then she drew her head away in one quick motion, making slurping sounds as she did, letting my cock fall completely out of her mouth. She waited until I opened my eyes and looked down to continue.
She smiled first, then took it all the way down again, in one quick motion. I moaned again, but this time, didn't close my eyes but focused them on the girl in the middle of the living room. She just knelt there, with nothing else really to do at that moment. But she was reacting to the sounds around her. She knew what was going on, and her breathing had gotten deeper. Her face was flush.
I looked back down at Jill, who was working my cock halfway down, then drawing back, then sucking it halfway down again, pumping her mouth around my cock at a medium pace, quickly getting me hard. Once I was there, she steadily gained momentum, working at me faster as each second past. At this rate, I'd cum in only a minute or more.
I groaned again, then again, unable to help it. The girl took a sudden deep breath when she heard the first, as if it had startled her. I could feel the end nearing. I moaned again.
Just then, Jill pulled her head away, leaving my cock pointing at the ceiling and me looking at her without a clue.
"Not just yet, dear," Jill said, "Just wait your turn."
My turn?
I sat there and watched as she stood and walked over to the couch. She sat down again, turned and leaned back against the cushion on the arm. She spread her legs wide, leaning one against the back of the couch and letting the other lay flat on the seat, hanging over the edge from the knee down.
"Holly," she instructed. "Come here."
Holly obeyed, walking on her knees over to where Jill sat, stopping before her and looking to where the voice had come from. Jill reached out with one hand and took the girl by the back of the head, pulling her forward until the girl's nose was a mere inches from her pussy. I wondered if it smelled as sweet to the girl as it did to me, then shook the thought away.
"Okay, Holly," Jill instructed, "Remember what I told you about using your tongue?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the girl replied.
"Well, get on with it then."
She pressed the girl's nose into her crotch. At first, the girl tried to withdraw, but with a little insistence on Jill's part, the girl conformed. She stuck her tongue out and began driving it in and out of Jill's cunt, doing so sloppily at first, as if she were disoriented, then getting more aggressive as well as adding some finesse. I realized then that the girl had done this more than once before. Where could Jill have found this girl?
Holly was working hard at getting her hot, and Jill, in turn was rewarding her for her work. She held the girl's head tightly between her own hand and her crotch, grinding her hips. Her breathing had become panting, broken by moans here and there. I was breathing harder as well, and fighting the urge to stroke myself the rest of the way to orgasm. I knew better though. Jill would have other plans for me, and if I satiated myself now, I just might miss out.
Holly's face blocking my view of Jill's pussy, I alternated my attention between her breasts, heaving heavily with each breath, rising and falling, nipples fully erect and pointing upward at the ceiling, and her face, which was twisted and contorted as a face can only be when experiencing such pleasures. Her mouth was wide open, moans continuously rolling from it, her lips rigid and pushed away from her teeth.