Thursday
George's passions were still alive the next morning and we made love with extra vigour to the point that he was running late for work. He showered quickly, dressed, and was off. I was happy to stay in bed and enjoy the afterglow. What would I wear for Wenche this morning, I wondered. I couldn't make up my mind. But there was no rush to decide ... I could decide as I soaked in the bath ... or so I thought.
The doorbell rang. I chose to ignore it ... it rang again and again. I had no choice but to answer. Grabbing George's dressing gown I rushed downstairs.
It was Wenche.
"I saw George leave so thought it OK to come round. Hope it's alright?"
"It's fine," I replied.
"There's something wrong, isn't there?"
"No it's just that ...," I paused. "George and I made love less than half an hour ago and I haven't cleaned up yet. The sheet needs changing and the bedroom's a mess. I wanted to be fresh and fragrant when you arrived ... not soiled and second hand."
"Darling, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Damp sheets and gooey pussies are signs of a strong and healthy sex life. I'll help you change the sheet and then we can shower together."
She undid her coat and to my greatest astonishment she had not a stitch on underneath. "Lead me to your boudoir, Marion," she commanded taking my hand.
"A night of frenzied passion, I sense," she smiled gathering up my discarded undies. "How was it?"
"Out of this world. We both got incredibly aroused watching the three of you. George came twice in my hands ... the first time was as you and Rita were kissing and Tor peeled off Rita's panties ... then when Tor entered Rita after you'd been sucking him. We went to bed and made love for hours and talked about what we'd seen. We agreed it had been an erotic sight and I admitted I'd often dreamed of a similar encounter ... me too had been his reply. We fell asleep. Then this morning, hardly awake, I felt him feeling my pussy ... I didn't need much stimulation before my juices were flowing copiously again ... I played with his erection which was fully developed. As he moved on top I lay back and enjoyed our frenzied coupling ... both of us reliving the events of last night. We came within seconds of each other ... it was strong."
"I'm pleased things are turning out so well," she replied. "It's going to be easier than you thought, I just know it."
I was still feeling somewhat embarrassed at the state of the sheet but there was no comment as we quickly changed it.
"Now, my Darling, let's have that shower." We kissed and hugged while Wenche bathed my vagina soothingly with a washcloth ... sheer bliss. We dried and moved to the bed. We enjoyed hours of unbridled passion ... climax after climax ... all too soon the day had passed.
"Come round for dinner on Saturday," said Wenche as she put on her coat. "I'll find a way to broach the subject with George. Oh I almost forgot," she continued. "Here are your panties ... freshly laundered as promised." Dinner with Tor and Wenche
Wenche called in the afternoon and suggested a little dare for the evening.
"No underwear and your shortest skirt. I'll do the same and we'll see who wins." This lady was incorrigible. It was hard to believe that it had been just a week since they'd been with us for dinner. So much had happened.
"Well how do I look?" I asked when I returned to the lounge.
"Fantastic as ever. I love your skirt but don't you think it's a bit provocative for tonight?"
"Why do you think that?" I teased.
"Well it's so short and I presume there's nothing underneath."
"I seem to remember it was you who persuaded me to start going without panties. Having second thoughts now?"
"Of course not," he paused. "It's just that ..."
"Don't worry, Sweetheart," I interrupted. "The tightness of my skirt will protect my modesty. There'll be no risk of any inadvertent displays. I just don't want Wenche thinking I'm a frump."
"You're a fox and I love you. We'd better be going."
Wenche met us at the door and showed us into the lounge. It was clear I'd lost the competition. Wenche was wearing the shortest flared mini. Her midriff was bare and her loose blouse almost sheer. She looked divine and certainly got George's attention.
"So nice to see you both again," said Tor. "What can I get you to drink?"
We both chose G&T's and while Tor fixed the drinks Wenche placed coasters on the coffee table. No attempt was made to hide her pretty breasts as she bent over. She had George transfixed.
As we chatted Wenche slipped backwards and forwards between the lounge and the kitchen ... it was always hard being hostess at a dinner party. I knew only too well.
"Marion, I wonder if you could help me a moment?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied as I got up and followed her to the kitchen leaving the chaps in discussion.
"I think you've won," I whispered when we were in the kitchen.
"Maybe just," she said as she approached me. She slowly undid two buttons on my blouse. And studied my naked breasts. "Beautiful." I felt her hand between my thighs move gently upwards ... past my stocking tops and beyond. "Delicious," she said as she licked her finger. "So aroused and fragrant," and with that we were in a passionate embrace.
