Michelle, the pretty 25 year old barmaid, had just listened to Donna's tale of taking two young men in the shower of our luxury resort suite, where earlier I had the pleasure of watching Donna play in the hot tub with them. . Donna, my 43 year old wife, looked like her older sister. Both were petite blondes, with firm small breasts. Now, Michelle was headed to our suite with us. I trailed behind the two beauties, champagne bottles in each hand. Michelle, although sober was bewitched by Donna's tale, the show of Donna flashing herself, and then sucking me in the bar, and Donna's intense open sexual hunger. As I trailed the ladies, Donna leaned into Michelle, twirling the younger woman's thick naturally blond tresses. Donna licked first Michelle's neck, then her ear. Michelle purred softly.
As we walked along the long hallway towards our suite, Donna turned, grabbed a bottle of champagne from me, and softly instructed me to go ahead and warm up the hot tub. As I went down the hall, I looked back, seeing Michelle chug a giant slurp of bubbly, then Donna pushed her back against the wall, lifting her shirt, and deeply kissing her. I knew I had lots of time to prepare. Donna later told me that they spent several minutes kissing each other. I always suspected Donna had bi tendencies, but she had never admitted so much as kissing a girl. Michelle, it seemed, was new to this experience, but learned quickly.
As Donna later told it to me, the kissing soon was followed by mutual fondling of breasts. Michelle had easy access to Donna's ripe fruit, as my wife needed no bra. Donna simply took charge and pushed Michelle's practical "I'm at work" athletic bra up, freeing the young woman's upstanding erect nipples. Donna massaged them, then pinched them, then broke from hr kiss to nibble them, then bit them hard, harder. She had Michelle squirming, crying out, as Donna's hands plunged into Michelle's jeans, ripping her panties, probing her wet wide open cunt.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, or at least our suite, I lit candles all around the edge of the tub, and set the stereo to light jazz. I stripped, relaxing in the warm suds, delicately coaxing my cock into action, but carefully saving it, given the two loads I had already spent, one while watching Donna play, the other into her mouth just before leaving the bar. I could imagine why Donna had sent me ahead, and what was happening. Michelle bore a strong resemblance to Gwyneth Paltrow , except was shorter, and Gwyneth always got Donna damp.
Down the hall, things were getting hot. Michelle was so overcome with passion from Donna's tale in the bar, together with watching me shoot in Donna's mouth, that she allowed Donna to slide her jeans to her knees, and suck her tender wet pussy, Donna's tongue doing just what Donna loved having done to her- licking gently where the thighs meet, then softly tenderly teasing the outer labia open. Only then did Donna's tongue gently probe between the lips of Michelle's prize ( which I was soon to learn was framed by tiny tufts of natural blond curls). Michelle later confirmed that Donna was a gifted amateur, talented at using her tongue as a miniature cock, thrusting into Michelle to open her , and then, having the judgment as to when to use the tip of her tongue like a spoon, rolling inside, capturing Michelle's clit like a pearl of ice cream caught inside a bucket. Despite having worked all day in the bar, Michelle tasted sweet and fresh- like Donna imagined a virgin would- which inspired Donna to want to try a sweet young thing next. Meanwhile though, Michelle was so petite that Donna had no trouble squatting down to lick her, and comfortably reach up to twist Michelle's nipples until she came. Donna felt it starting on her tongue, and quickly stood up to stifle the scream with a deep kiss, which would have been so load, as Donna put it "not only would you hear it in our room down the hall, but Michelle's hubby would hear it at their house."
After the sex, the girls refreshed themselves with more champagne, until their legs recovered enough to stagger down the hall to our suite. Just in time too, as I lounged in the hot tub toying with my half erect cock, starting to wish I had stayed to watch. I knew from Donna's track record of adventures with older men, and the evening with Seth and Josh, that she would tell all. The anticipation of sharing her first girl adventure was almost too much.
Just as I was about to go looking, the door burst open and two rubbery legged haphazardly dressed blonde goddesses tumbled into the suite. Donna's sun dress was held together by only one button, and Micelle's jeans were open, her T shirt askew. Through the open door between the sitting room and bedroom, we saw each other. Donna grinned hugely, her lipstick smeared across her face telling me I had guessed right. She knew what I wanted, so she turned Michelle to her and soulfully kissed the smaller woman, as she wriggled Michelle's jeans off. I pulled out of the tub, letting the girls see my hardness, as rubbed it, watching. Michelle was becoming comfortably bold, fumbling only slightly as she broke the kiss to undo Dona's sole fastener, and tilted her head to kiss Donna's erect left nipple, making eye contact with me, or at least, with the hardest part of me. I stroked gently, maintaining my erection, as the precum cautioned me not to go harder, yet. I poured champagne into three glasses, as the girls slowly shifted towards the door, the tub, and me.
