So this was it. Our last time to play with Brendan. We had discussed it a few times, and figured, well hell, why not! Although things were much harder to organise now, they were not impossible, and it just seemed a shame to let things finish without one final final blowout. So I placed the call, (well I asked him at work one day) and we fixed up a date that worked well for us. The anticipation was the worst thing, the day was over a week away, and the thoughts of what might happen just kept running through my head. I knew that Brendan would be in an even worse state. He knew it was the last time, and I fully expected him to be up for anything, and to try to push his luck like never before.
So the day arrived. As usual it was an after work date. You were obviously already at home, and with Amelia spending the afternoon at your mums. You weren't dressed yet, but you were all showered. We kissed as soon as I made it through the door. I slipped my hand into your bathrobe, and felt your wonderfully smooth pussy, freshly shaved just for today. I was already hard, and your hand rubbed me through my straining trousers. I need to shower though, Brendan was due in 20 minutes or so.
Exiting the shower, I walked into the bedroom to find you dressed and ready for action. Well I Say dressed, there wasn't much too it really. Heels, stockings, some impossibly see through knickers, and a bra. No outfit this time, this was clearly going to go straight to action!
We went downstairs, and waited nervously on the sofas, cameras ready. We always recorded these events so that we could enjoy them later. You had your customary glass of wine beside you, and I noticed that you'd already had half a bottle, things were shaping up well. We had laid our usual ground rules down, but as this was the last time, I didn't really have any. I'd said that he couldn't fuck you, but the thought of seeing him slide all over and up your bum was incredibly arousing, and I had always wanted to see the tip of his cock part your lips. For your part, you'd listened to me, but said that things wouldn't go further than before. Sucking was allowed and you'd let him finger you, and to be honest I was fine with that, but you know, I had to ask just in case!
The doorbell went. I don't think I'd ever been harder. The waiting was over, and the last time was about to begin. I opened the door to Brendan, who had the widest smile that I had seen on him for a while. I always liked showing you off, knowing that other men coveted you, but that only I could have you. For Brendan, this was always clearly a treat, and he had done well to keep our secret for so long.
He walked in, clearly ogling you. The chit chat was the usual stilted self, some talk of how the day had been nothing of any note. Not surprising really when sat over from him was a lingerie clad wife, who at some pint he was going to see naked. You were sat opposite from us. We picked up the cameras and immediately began to snap away. You posed as you always did, loving the attention of the two men in front of you. The bra came off more or less straight away, your wonderful breasts coming into view. Brendan expressed his pleasure at seeing them, complimenting you on your firm boobs. It didn't take long, but Brendan was already rubbing himself though his trousers, his erect cock evidence of what you were doing to us both.
Brendan as always wasted no time. He asked if he could feel your boobs. He'd done it before, even sucked your nipples a few times, and I had always enjoyed seeing him do it, although it had always been brief! And that was the first of a few surprises that day. You walked over to him, dressed just in knickers, stockings and heels, and slowly straddled him, pressing your boobs to his face. This was amazing. He took a nipple in his mouth, but it was seeing you sat over him that did it for me. You had your thinly clad shaven pussy pressed onto him through his trousers. I could see him bulging through the material, and it was a fantastic sight. I took the chance to move behind you, filming this amazing scene for later use, your pussy just inches from his cock. I shouldn't have liked it, but the view was just too good. It was nothing we hadn't done before, but somehow this was ruder than anything so far. It was the last time, and it felt like it.
I couldn't wait anymore, and I didn't think you could either -- it was my turn for some fun. Grabbing your arm I pulled you over, my cock already free from my trousers. You sat willingly on me, your firm breasts at my eye level. Feeling you sit on the tip of my cock reminded me of how close Brendan had come to discovering you. I forced the tip against you, feeling the material of your underwear yield, but not letting me enter. It was exquisitely teasing, and I loved it. All the while, Brendan was behind you, feeling your arse cheeks and your thighs, all the areas that he has always loved to feel.