Yessie moved closer to me on the couch. She put her hand on my leg, high up on my thigh. She leaned forward, and kissed me. Slowly, her lips brushed mine. Her teeth nipped at my lips. I opened my mouth to welcome her tongue as she thrust it in. Already, my valley was growing warm.
"Come on, Michael." She said to my husband, patting the couch next to her. "Come over here, and kiss me."
"Come on Mike." I teased. "Come play too."
My sweet, shy husband followed our commands, and came over to the couch, where Yessenia turned to him, put her fingers in his hair, and pulled him to her. His lips parted. She put her mouth to his, and kissed him. Deeply. She sucked his tongue as he returned her kiss.
"It's ok, Babe. Touch her." I told him. I was sitting on the other side of Yessenia. I was rubbing her breasts through her shirt. I could feel her nipples growing hard under the cloth of her bra.
Michael ran his hand up the length of her leg. His knuckles brushed her crotch, and shyly, he pulled away a little. She pulled his hand back, and pressed it a little harder against herself. She held his hand, guided him to rub her harder, and turned back to kiss me.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing the white lace bra I was wearing. My nipples, pink, were hard, protruding through the material. Michael moaned a little, and winked at me.
Yessie stood, removed her own top, and came to sit behind me. Now, I was sandwhiched between her and him. He pulled me to him, and kissed me. His kiss passionate and demanding. One hand was squeezing, kneading my breast, teasing my nipple, while she was using his other hand to rub herself between the legs, while her other hand was massaging my own pussy.
I was growing more excited by the moment. Wet, I wanted out of my clothes. I spent time rubbing Michael through his slacks. Feeling him grow hard at my touch. "There now, my love."
He loosened his tie, and opened his buttons, bare chested. I helped him take it off. He opened his fly, and guided my hand to his penis. I rubbed him, slowly, but hard. Tugging, teasing, squeezing.
Yessenia unfastened my bra, letting the straps slip from my shoulders, it fell loose in front. Her hand was a little rougher this time, pulling and pinching my nipple. I arched just a little, to feel her. Behind me, she was kissing the back of my neck. Licking, biting, nipping, sucking.
"I need out of these pants." I gasped. I stood.
She pulled Michael to her. She kissed him, and rubbed him. She trailed her tongue from his lips, to his neck, where she nipped and bit, to his nipples, where she licked, sucked them into her mouth, grazed them with her teeth. He let his head roll back in ecstasy.
I pulled off my boots, and then my jeans. My panties, white, silk and lace, matched my bra, were a bit wet, so, I took them off too. I rejoined them on the couch. This time, behind Yessie. I rubbed my breasts on her back, as I kissed her neck. I twisted my hand in her long hair, pulled her head back, so that I could bring my mouth crashing down onto hers. I desired the taste of her warm, wet mouth.
She stood then, and again, Michael pulled me to him. His pants now were open. This time, he crushed me to him. His mouth found my breast, and he bit at my nub, chewing it, flicking it with his tongue. He rubbed, and pinched it, and again, consumed it with his mouth. This side of him, demanding, was incredible.
We watched as Yessenia removed her own clothes. In a slow, seductive private little dance, she touched herself, rubbing her own breasts, she trailed her fingers down her sides, as she slid out of her panties, she moved her hand to her cleanly shaved pussy, she pulled her bottom lips open, showing us her clit. She massaged her pussy, and slipped a finger inside, bringing it back out shiny, wet, brought that finger to her mouth, and rubbed it across her lips.
She then straddled my husband and kissed him, putting her sent, her milk into his mouth. She pushed into him. Rode him, without letting him inside. She pulled me to them, and kissed me. I could taste her salty cream still on her lips. I was lost now. I wanted more. I wanted to have her in my mouth.
She came to me then, straddled my lap, she rode me, just as she did Michael. He stood, removed his own clothes. He was so handsome, even more so, enjoying Yessenia and I as we fondled, tasted, teased, and kissed each other.
Yessie pulled me down to the floor, all the while, she licked me, from my mouth, to my breasts, down the length of my torso, my navel, she spent time on. Licking, nipping. She then went down further, pushing her face into my pussy. She licked my snatch, pulling my clit into her mouth, biting it. Chewing. I arched my back, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. She was divine.
Michael knelt down beside me. He kissed me, and then he straddled my face, encouraging me to suck his balls. I did just that. I licked, sucked them into my mouth, and nipped, teased, tasted. He slapped at my lips with his throbbing hard cock, that spilled just a little pre cum. I loved the taste of my husband's salty, almond flavored milk. It made me even more wildly excited than feeling Yessenia eat me out. I raised my head so that I could take my husband's rod into my mouth, and suck him. As I sucked, he massaged my breasts.
She rose. "Wanna swap?" She asked him with a wink, and grin.
She kissed him, and as they passed each other, he slapped her ass.
This time it was him, between my legs. Teasing, nipping, biting, and chewing on my clit, pulling it, pinching. He slid his fingers inside me, brought them out, licked them. Slid them back in, thrusting, pumping harder, so that the palm of his hand pushed up against my clit. I bucked into him. I loved fucking his face, as Yessie pushed her pussy into my mouth, letting me lick her, thrust my tongue inside her, chew on her lips, finger fuck her. Yes, I do believe this could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship!
