You've been at the house for a while now, since our initial meeting at the club, talking and chatting with both my husband and myself. I'm in a skimpy black leather bikini top, so tight you can see my nipple rings poking through the material, and a tight black skirt that is so short it barely covers the bottom of my matching black panties; the panty straps coming out of the top of my skirt let you know that they are thongs. Finishing out the outfit are 6" stilettos.
My husband is dressed much more conservatively, it a form fitting polo and nice jeans. You are in jean, but your shirt is off. My husband wanted to see the tattoo you told us about, the one of the naked woman you say looks like me. It was really just an excuse to get your shirt off so we can see your rock hard abs.
I leave you and my husband talking and go into the bedroom; it doesn't take long for you to follow.
I take off my high heels and hand them to you. I ask you to put them on the floor, just so I can check out your ass as you bend over. My husband joins me by the bed. He puts his arms around me pulling me tight, this cock pushing into my back. He grabs and pulls on my nipples, asking if I'm ready to get pleasured by you both. I whimper "yes."