Reading the stories posted here has brought back memories. I hope you enjoy my sharing them.
It was an evening in a nightclub, in a dark underground place, with good music and lots of smoke. Yes, it was a few years ago, everybody smoked and lived fearlessly. No aids, the pill, and freedom of thought. We were enjoying the evening when Claire got the hiccups; they lasted long enough to bother her.
"I'm going to the ladies to get rid of these damn hiccups," she announced getting up.
When she returned she introduced a short, lovely girl as her savior.
"Meet Carla, she saved me from the hiccups by kissing me," Claire said as she giggled. "Not just kissed, but passionately made love to me. Let's go home."
I looked at Carla. She had short dark hair on top of a round face with a pixie nose. She was about twenty five, with dark smoldering eyes and curves in all the right places. She wore a very short skirt and a tight top with a deep V neckline. Yes she was sexy and appealing, I wasn't about to miss going home with her.
On the drive to our place Carla and Claire sat in the back seat and proceeded to discover each other's charms. I was having trouble driving, but paid enough attention to get us home quickly.
Carla had her hand on Claire's breasts before I had driven two blocks. Claire told me that her panties were gone not long after. The two let their hands discover every part of each other's bodies they could reach while sitting in the back seat.
When we got home I went to get some wine and returned to find my wife topless with Carla kissing, sucking, and caressing her chest.
"Why don't you girls get comfortable," I asked? "You might as well get rid of all your clothes and have fun. I hope you don't mind my watching."
After telling the girls to undress and serving them some wine while they stripped, I feasted my eyes on the two luscious bodies. They were perfect contrasts. Claire, with her long blond hair, fair skin, large breasts, and sparse bush, was the typical Nordic woman. Carla had olive skin, short dark hair, small high breasts, and the full dark bush of a Mediterranean woman. They told me I could sit and watch but not to hope I would join them unless asked.
As soon as they were back on the couch, naked, Carla pushed Claire's legs apart and dove in. Whatever she was doing elicited moans and cries of pleasure. Claire told me the feeling was very different from how I feel. No beard stubble, softer lips, and much wetter. In no time Claire was bucking against Carla's face and having her first orgasm of the evening. I knew Carla had a hand on my wife's pussy but I didn't know if she had pushed any fingers in. Claire said, not the first time, and even later Carla's fingers mostly only played with her outer lips. After Claire's body returned to almost normal they sat side by side on the couch. Claire began to softly caress Carla's breasts while kissing her neck and ears.
