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This is a simple story of a first time threesome among friends.
(MMF-Spanking-Language).
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Linda sat across from John, her snug dress high on her well-toned legs, giving away a view of her panty clad pussy for everyone near.
Her breasts were straining at the thin material of her garment, her hard nipples being easily seen. She was well on her way to being drunk, and getting loose. She rose unsteady as she got up to fetch us all another beer.
"It had been a Saturday get together, just the three of them going out to lunch. Enjoying a good meal and a few drinks, then a few more, after dinner. They were all glowing by the time they arrived back at Bill's house. Where they were in the process of having even more libations and conversation."
She had flashed John, and everyone else, a couple of times at the restaurant, making sure he had a view of her long shapely legs. She had sat very close to him during dinner allowing her fingers to occasionally skirt the length of his upper leg.
She had made sure her leg was firmly pressed into the side of his thigh that evening. Affording him every opportunity to view her deep full cleavage as they spoke, while being at the same time, as witty and charming as she knew how.
She had even dropped her napkin in his lap once, then quickly retrieved it allowing her fingers to linger lightly on the solid flesh of his cock. She had feigned embarrassment afterward and apologized discreetly, moving her lips close to his ear which allowed her firm breast to massage his arm.
"Its quite alright Madam," he had told her, while his fingers moved against the exposed skin of her inner thigh, high up, near her groin.
That had encouraged her tremendously; she had been slightly frustrated by the rate of her progress before, wondering, if he even found her attractive at all.
She had sat beside him on the ride home, with her hem slid high around her upper thigh and her legs slightly parted. Her head rested at his shoulder as her hand slowly toyed near his crotch.
She had brought her lips near his ear once and flicked his lobe with the very tip of her tongue. She had felt his body shiver next to her as he had buried his hand between her legs testing the wetness and warmth of her creative mound.
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When she returned from the kitchen, she opened the bottle for John and clumsily dropped the twist off cap. Turning with her back to him she bent way over to retrieve it, her short dress riding high up her ass as she did so.
Everything was showing, her panties drew up around her cunt showing the outline of her full succulent lips, and the luscious curves of upper thighs. There was a very pronounced wet spot on the lower region of her flimsy garment.
John's cock rose immediately, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Linda after that. I knew from past conversations with him that he was interested in Linda sexually, but he never acted out of the way with her. Linda and I had mulled over the idea of swapping, or a threesome before, but had never moved on it.
We had progressed to public exposure recently though, and I must admit watching my wife flirt with and expose herself to other men, had made for some great sex for us afterward. So I wasn't too upset, that my lovely wife was showing her wares to John.
Linda returned to her seat her long legs gaping shamefully wide, knowing full well John had a clear view straight up to her crotch, and she just sat there smiling sweetly across at him. Crossing and uncrossing her legs periodically and flash teasing him. I adored her when she was promiscuous like this; she was born to be a hard-core tease.
Suddenly Linda stood and slowly bent over in front of her guest. Placing her finger tips into the elastic of her lace panties she slowly, and very seductively, slid the scanty material down her long tapered legs. The alcohol had banished all her inhibitions and all normal social restraints were non-functional right now.
After straightening up, she walked lazily across the room, her thin clinging dress hem swaying seductively as she moved. She then stood in front of John, twirling the wisp of a garment on the end of her fingertip. She leaned down and stroked the cheek of his face momentarily as her husband looked on.
"John, I want you to show my husband how a real man feels up a lady, would you be a dear and proceed, please!"
He looked up at her then over to Bill, then back to Lynn again.
"Are you serious," he asked her?
"Yes John, I've never been more serious, please be a Knight for your Lady in distress and rescue me from this tedious boredom, by running your big, strong, manly hands all over me!"
John Sullivan needed no further encouragement as he raised his now unsteady hand beneath her thin dress and began caressing her shapely inner thigh. She sighed at his contact her lips forming a sensual half smile, her seductive eyes encouraging his outrageous behavior.
Her body shivered as she spoke, "John your hands are wonderful, and warm, they feel so gentle against me," she spoke to him in a low soft voice, her eyes holding his as she did so. She quickly removed her dress, and lace bra, and then stood naked before him.
"Linda your one hot looking woman dear!" he told her, as he viewed her in high heels and mid thigh stockings only.
"Thank you for the compliment John, you're so adorable to notice," she told him softly.
He ran his hands along the top of her well toned thighs and then all the way up to her breast. Then he slowly brought them down again to her vulva. Using them like claws his nails softly biting into the tender resilient flesh of her midsection as he went.
Her head went back and her eyes closed as she spoke with a sense of awe and appreciation in her voice, "Oh God, Yes baby, that's the way to love a woman's body!"
There was a trail of tingling warmth everywhere that John's hands cast their spell on her body. Her legs were shaking and her mind reeled at the power of the raw pleasure exploding against it.
Bill's cock was leaping in his shorts at the sight of his wife's reaction with John's hands on her. His touch stirring the storm of her passion and fueling the heated inferno of her lust.
She looked magnificent standing there, her breast and body supremely framed by the rich tinted light flooding in through the balcony doors.
John lightly raked his nails over her high clean mons and forced a moan out of her lovely mouth. Then lightly ran a single deft finger down the folds of her heated crevice, as she stood there shivering and moaning beneath his soft touch.
His other hand was feeling its way up the back of her leg, headed for that superbly fashioned derriere. Kneading her soft flesh expertly when it arrived, dragging one nail over her anus and forcing her body to lunge toward him.
