Sandra and I had been engaged for a month. In that time, I'd moved in with her and found hot, horny happiness day after day. Jenny was upset that I'd left her, and had cried non-stop when the day came for me to leave. However, after seeing her walking up our old driveway arm in arm with two tall, suntanned, muscular guys as I was driving past one day...well, I figured she was ok. Hell, I even toyed with the thought of calling her up 10 minutes later, knowing how hard it would've been to maintain a conversation with a cock or two in her mouth. I'd explained the situation to Sandra, and that I was a little frustrated about Jenny and her fast-healing emotional structure. Sandra's answer was to kneel in front of me, unzip my fly and start slowly jerking me off as I spoke. "Is she on your mind, that little bitch? Then why not shoot your sticky load over my face. That'll make you feel better."
I was just about to comply, and was indulging in a great fantasy of taking a Polaroid of the moment, of my cum streaked across the side of Sandra's face, into her hair and mailing it to Jenny, just to illustrate how her mother was more than adequately replacing her, when the doorbell rang. "Shit. That'll be Eva. She's come to go over a contract. Sorry baby, but you can save it for later can't you?"
I smiled. "Of course I can."
Sandra stood and adjusted her clothes. She was still in her work clothes: tasteful dark beige business skirt, dark stockings and cream blouse which she fussily tucked in, causing the fabric to strain over her chest [Jesus, didn't all the guys in the office ogle those massive tits?] with shiny black stilettos. She arranged her dark hair as she walked to the door, and I reluctantly pushed my semi-hard cock back in my trousers. "Eva? Is that you?"
Sandra opened the door and giggled, and leant forward to greet her friend, who stepped in. Eva was very pretty: as tall as Sandra, with a classic jet black cut, quite short without being a crop, her sleek fringe just touching her arched eyebrows and framing a pale, lovely face, her eyes a striking aqua blue. She seemed to have come straight from work, dressed as she was in an immaculate navy blue outfit, her trousers set off by some great black shoes, similar to Sandra's but not as tarty...a high heel however.
Eva offered her hand which I shook, and had time to register a great manicure, her nails a deep red, to match her lips. She smiled warmly. "San tells me so much about you. It's great to meet you."
"Likewise. Make yourself at home."
Eva strode in, took off her coat and draped it over a chair. She folded her arms and stood admiring the room before offering me a smile. "This is a lovely place, perfect for such a lovely couple."
I laughed to myself: does she mean Sandra and me, or just Sandra's massive chest? I wondered if Eva had been amazed by them as well...
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