During the fifteen years my husband and I have been married, we have had a varied and spicy sex life. Recently we became reacquainted with college friends we haven't seen on a frequent basis for some time.
Connie is a slender brunette with beautiful sexy legs and long fingers. Greg, her husband, is a James Dean type who, according to Connie, never wears underwear. He and Norm, my husband, were college roommates. Norm is an all-American with a V-shape physique. I am a tall brunette with long legs and strong features that are a product of my mother with huge tits.
Greg and Connie invited us for an intimate dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant with a reputation for adventure, secluded with dark and private tables. Although we had no plans for a wild sexual encounter, or anything out of the ordinary, for some reason I felt heightened anticipation the whole week leading up to Saturday I visited the spa for a bikini wax, manicure and pedicure.
In college Norm and I had once been involved with Greg and Connie in a passionate night of sex, but it had been some time, and we had no way of knowing if they were interested in a repeat performance.
Memories of this definitely played in my mind during that week. That was Connie's first woman-to-woman experience, and it left me dreaming about the possibilities.
Before going out, I shaved my pussy, leaving only a short, thin line of blonde hair. It felt exposed and very sensitive as I slipped on a short skirt and tight white body shirt with a sheer jacket over the top.
The tension was high when Norm and I arrived at the restaurant and found Greg and Connie waiting at our table. Connie stood up and gave me a kiss hello. It was innocent enough, but the heat from her cheek sent a shiver through me. Her short black mini dress showed off her long arms and slender legs. Greg kissed me on the mouth, and I had a warm feeling in this cozy place.
Connie and I faced each other at the table. As the evening progressed and the free-flowing wine took away inhibitions, I felt open to any and all opportunities with this beautiful couple. Sure enough, during the first course, Connie's bare foot brushed my legs. I looked up, hoping for some sign that it was intentional. I caught Greg eyeing us with a smile. Norm too seemed aware of what was happening under the table.
Connie looked right at me as she moved her foot inside my thigh toward my crotch. Although I was wearing underwear, it was thin and no doubt noticeably damp to Connie's foot pressing against me. I looked over to Norm for his reaction and saw him carefully watching the developments. I reached under the table and felt he was hard. I knew he knew what was going on! He always loved fucking Connie, as well as, watching the two of us going at it.
Connie, her foot still in my crotch, moved the conversation smoothly to a more sensual tone, all the while looking right at me. She started to relive our past experience, and I was aroused by her directness and clear memory of our very hot previous encounter. Meanwhile, her foot never left me. In fact, her toe made its way around the edge of my panties, with my fidgeting help, and then in my wet and receptive cunt.
Suddenly Connie excused herself to use the bathroom. Norm also got up and found his way to the back of the restaurant. Greg and I resumed our conversation. I learned later that Norm followed Connie into the ladies' room and slipped his hand under her dress and up in her panties.
They soon returned without saying anything, though I could tell Norm was worked up. Connie promptly returned her foot to my crotch, and the sexually oriented conversation resumed. Norm, still without saying a word, held his hand under my lips. I smelled the unmistakable scent of another woman and went flush. I wanted this! Greg, working in partnership with Connie, had his hand on my leg. Norm saw this and was aroused by it, and did the same to Connie. Soon the scene looked like a fully clothed orgy. After a dessert of cherries jubilee, during which I spoon-fed Connie cherries across the table, bewildering some other diners, we agreed to go to our house. Only when we were about to get up did Connie move her foot. The drive home was thankfully short. Norm and I hardly spoke, though my hand was on his cock the entire trip. As soon as we got home, I headed for the bathroom to remove my panties so I would be ready when Greg and Connie arrived. When I came out of the bathroom, they were there, and Norm had already ushered them into the bedroom. Connie's panties were in a ball on the floor, and Norm and Greg had their hands up her dress, caressing her ass and feeling the edges of her pussy.
I came out, Connie moved away from them and embraced me with a long, lusty kiss and asked if I had something she could fuck me with. My husband volunteered that I had a strap-on and went to retrieve it. In a blur, Connie had the cock strapped on with help from Norm and Greg. Nearly as fast, she turned me around and bent me over the edge of my bed. She penetrated me with swift authority, far more developed than our last encounter. She knew what she was doing and what she wanted, showing some perfection in the art of making love to a woman. I was wildly aroused by her forcefulness as she fucked me from behind and took my breath away. My husband took the opportunity, got behind her and just started fucking Connie in turn.
As much as I liked her forcefulness, I still wanted her to feel my passion, and maneuvered her beneath me so I could be on top of her. As I straddled her, I slowly took the strap-on cock deep in my pussy. With bodies sliding together and apart as we all fucked one another, we grabbed each other and ground our bodies together in a passionate fucking rhythm. Connie brought my nipple to her mouth, and heat built up deep inside me. We both started to sweat. Connie was panting. Greg now used this opportunity to fuck my ass in unison. To this day I still don't know where he got the lube from so fast.
Soon I came hard and collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap. Far from satisfying us, orgasm in fact increased the tension level. Greg just kept on fucking my ass until he grunted and dumped what was a monster load into my ass.
Norm had been sitting across the room, watching the proceedings with an incredulous look that Connie and I noticed only when we looked around behind us. Norm has always enjoyed watching me get fucked, but he was speechless seeing me get fucked by a woman with a strap-on.
