A letter to the magazine brought an almost immediate response. She was definitely interested, and she didn't mind Tom watching, but that was all. He was not to join in. She enclosed the customary 'undraped' photo. It was not what could be called pornographic, more of an artistic pose, as would be taken by a professional photographer. They both decided that she was a stunner. Full, but not overly large breasts, tipped by coral pink aureole, her make-up peach, to complement them. Linda licked her lips in anticipation.
They both wondered why she would 'swing' alone, until they met her. Tom noticed instantly the pale mark on her finger, testimony to a very recently removed wedding ring. She 'swings' but her husband doesn't, Tom thought, I wonder if he knows? It wasn't a problem for them, better that she was alone; they weren't ready for a foursome, at least not yet. When she arrived at their home she gave them both a relaxed smile, an indication she had been in this situation before. She seemed very much at ease, even giving Tom a peck on the lips, before a more lingering kiss was exchanged with Linda.
She volunteered her name as Misty; Tom raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. They, on the other hand, gave their real names, as she knew their address any attempt at anonymity seemed pointless. Tom entered the kitchen to get drinks leaving the girls in the lounge, when he returned they were already involved in a long passionate kiss. He stood at the doorway and watched. Seeing his wife 'french kissing' another woman was, for him, a fantasy come true. No threat here of someone with a bigger cock then him. He felt his own already stirring in his jeans but he resisted the temptation to free it, but only just. He saw Misty running her hands down Linda's back to fondle her arse through the thin fabric of her cotton dress. Misty's eyes opened, as they were kissing, spying him in the doorway. She broke off the kiss and rested her head on Linda's shoulder, hugging her close, before giving Tom a broad grin and an exaggerated wink.
"I think the drinks have arrived," Misty said, standing back from their embrace and settling down onto the couch. Linda sat beside her, her lipstick smudged slightly.
Misty sipped on her neat whisky. Tom was slightly surprised at her choice of drink, this girl needed no 'dutch courage', he thought.
"Shall we go upstairs," Linda said. Misty glanced at her, "I'm sorry, we've never done this before. Is there some kind of etiquette?" she added.
"It's ok," Misty replied, "Your just a little eager, that's all, it's as if you want to get it over with; loosing your lesbian cherry, so to speak," then she laughed.
Tom and Linda glanced at each other. He waited to see if she would say anything, but she remained quiet.
"Come on then," Misty said, "But could I have a top up to take with me?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Tom answered, taking her glass into the kitchen and pouring a large measure. When he returned the girls had already gone upstairs.
He climbed the stairs, his drink in one hand, hers in the other, and stood for a few seconds outside the bedroom door. Sliding inside, he made for his chair, positioned in the corner of the room. He placed the glasses onto the floor and watched. They had placed the lights so that the bed would be well lit, but he was in comparative shadow, making it easier for them to ignore his presence.
The girls were standing by the bed; they did ignore him, engaged in another passionate kiss. He rather wished that he had been in the room when they had entered, he would have felt less like an intruder.
Misty took a step back from Linda, looking her over from head to toe, before beginning to unbutton Linda's dress. His wife stood, passively. Soon all the buttons had popped, Misty brushed the fabric from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Linda stood, clad only in her bra and panties; red lace, carefully selected from a local lingerie shop, and much more daring than she usually wore.
Misty took Linda's hands and rubbed them over the front of her own dress, using them to caress her breasts, before releasing them to allow Linda to unbutton her. The girls stood, dressed only in their underwear, Linda's red in contrast to Misty's black bra and thong.
Tom's erection was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, trapped inside the heavy denim.
Misty looked across at him, "You can undress and wank if you want, but you must stay there," she ordered.
Thank God for that, Tom thought, as she granted her permission. He undressed and sat down again, his erection pointed towards the ceiling. Misty smiled at him and raised her eyebrows. He took that be an acknowledgement of his doing as he was told, he didn't want to spoil the occasion by doing something stupid.
Misty lowered Linda onto the bed, positioning her so that Tom good get a good view. She'd done this before, Tom thought. She lay across Linda, breast and groin touching, kissing her gently on the lips, then over the whole face. Brow, eyelids, cheek bones, nose, chin all felt the touch of Misty's lips. She started working her way down Linda's body until her lips made contact with the swellings of Linda's breasts. Misty unloosed the front clasp of Linda's bra and pushed the fabric to the sides exposing her small, taut breasts. She took each nipple in turn, flicking her tongue over them before sucking gently. Linda's head dropped back onto the pillow, Tom's hand went to his cock. Misty went lower tracing a line down to Linda's naval, her tongue slipping inside her shallow recess, before moving lower to her secret place. She reached the top of Linda's red panties and looked over her shoulder at Tom, seeing his hand moving slowly up and down his cock. She smiled, relishing the sense of power she had over them.
She drew Linda's panties down and off, leaving her naked and exposed on the bed. Tom's hand was moving quicker, sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. He willed himself to slow down, or he knew he would climax soon, too soon. Tom leant to one side to get a better view of his wife's pussy, or more importantly what Misty was doing to it.
Misty stood, and reaching out her hand drew Linda from the bed. They kissed, fleetingly, before Misty directed Linda's hands to her bra. Linda loosened the clasp and allowed it to fall to the floor with the other clothes. Linda knelt, drawing Misty's thong down with her to the floor.
Both girls were now naked, a few feet away from Tom; the urge to join them was almost irresistible. They turned to face him, side by side, each girl's hand caressing the others clit. Misty was shaven, every trace of hair removed. He realised they were putting on a show for him, he was the audience.
Misty drew Linda back onto the bed, this time turning into the classic 69 position. She began to lick at Linda's pussy lips, avoiding direct contact with her clit, for the moment. He could see his wife's lips slowly opening for her, her juices glistening on them. Misty never paused, lapping continuously at them. Tom strained his head, trying to see his wife's actions. Misty saw, or sensed it, she beckoned him over.
"Don't touch," she warned, "Only look."
He moved around the bed. His wife head was buried between Misty's legs, her tongue squirming between her lips, darting into her opening.
Seeing another woman licking his wife's pussy was erotic enough, but to see Linda 'eating out' Misty's cunt drove Tom over the edge. His climax came, almost unexpectedly, his cum shooting from him and onto the carpet. He heard Misty chuckle, then the sound of her slurping.
He watched, never loosing his hardness, but self-restraint prevented him from touching his cock. He wanted to last longer this time.
He saw his wife's tongue sliding up and down Misty's lips, flicking at her clit before sucking gently on it. Each time she did it he saw how Misty's body stiffened. As Linda licked the strokes became longer, each one taking her closer to Misty's anus. Soon each movement travelled from her clit to the tiny puckered opening, he heard Misty groan.
Tom wished he had positioned a mirror so that he could see both girls in action at once, he cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. He moved down the bed to watch Misty, she too was licking from clit to anus, two fingers buried deep into his wife's cunt. She removed them and held them up so that he could see his wife's cream covering them, before sliding them into her mouth, then back into his wife's pussy.
The need to masturbate was growing ever stronger, Tom's hand again moved to his cock.
For the girls one orgasm was melting into another, one long shuddering cum. Misty again tensed as she climaxed, pausing her licking for a moment as the feeling engulfed her before starting again. Tom moved back to watch his wife, her finger deep into Misty's arse as she sucked powerfully on her clit.
Suddenly Misty stopped, easing herself from Linda's probing digit, she turned and lay full length on her, clit against clit. Her body undulated, not the thrusting motion of a man fucking, more like a gentle wave lapping onto some beach. Linda arched her back, pushing her clit against Misty's. Their movements increased in tempo as they both approached climax, the number of times lost now. Misty shuddered as she came, slumping onto Linda. She lay for a few seconds then got off the bed.
"Your turn," she said, as she began to dress.
Tom couldn't resist. He almost threw himself onto Linda, thrusting his cock deep into her, in one movement. She was wetter than he had ever known her to be. He looked sideways, Misty was watching, smiling. Tom ejaculated at the precise moment Misty left the room.
He leapt from the bed and ran to the top of the stairs.
"You're coming back, aren't you?" he shouted down at her.
"No, sorry," she replied as she opened the door, "I never go anywhere twice." Misty closed the door behind her, they never saw her again.
He returned to the room, his cock still dripping the last of his cum.
"When's she coming back?" Linda asked as she lay, the evidence of their coupling pooling below her still gaping cunt.
"Never," he replied dejectedly.
"It's ok, we'll find someone else," his wife smiled, "A cunt we can both share," she added, a lascivious grin on her face.
"Lick me out?" she asked, Tom bent his head between her legs. I hope I'm as good as Misty was, he thought, but he doubted it.
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