I lay in bed thinking of Sandra later that night. In the short term, I'd been completely satiated, but now desire had crept back. I examined the options: wake Jenny and have intense, lustful sex with her or sneak out and pay Sandra a late night visit. Or sleep. I chose the latter.
Work was difficult that next day knowing that Sandra was coming to our house for dinner that evening. Not only the fact that she would be there, but how would it be with the two of them? Would Jenny suspect anything? And what if she did? I smiled at the thought and shook my head...where could this lead?
Jenny and I were in the kitchen that evening, getting everything ready. She had a little pink t-shirt which displayed her large GG tits perfectly, tight blue jeans and strappy pink high heels, her blonde hair swept up behind by a clip and a little lacy black choker. She was busying herself with her usual air of haughtiness with a salad and checking the oven, rushing to and fro around the kitchen. I had to fight hard to stop myself from pressing against her at the sink from behind, to reach around and cup those big tits, nuzzling that white neck, inhaling her perfume...there was a sudden knock at the door, bringing me back to reality. 'Shit! She's early' Jenny spat. 'I'll get it' I offered.
I went to the door, my heart accelerating a few notches. This is getting dangerous, I thought. I opened it. 'Hi Sandra' I managed, my mouth dry. She purred 'Hiii' and stepped in, leant forward and kissed me sweetly on the cheek, just like normal. Except I swear I felt a light pat on my ass as she walked in, then lifting her nose approvingly and smiling 'Great smell! What are you cooking, darling?' 'It's a bake. Fancy a drink?' asked Jenny.
Sandra took off her coat and (deja vu) once again I was amazed. She had a white blouse, with two buttons undone, the top of her lacy white H-cup bra visible, and in contrast to her lightly tanned and freckled chest. She wore a dark pinstriped skirt which was cut well above the knee; dark, sheer stockings and shiny black stilettoes. Her hair, like Jenny's, was held back in a clip, and she was made-up beautifully. Sandra looked like a stewardess or a businesswoman...or maybe just like the perfect pornstar. She looked straight at me and smiled, and almost indiscernably blew me a kiss. Jenny was oblivious, her back to us.
Dinner was difficult. I had no appetite. For food. My pulse had been racing ever since I'd dropped my fork and looked to my side under the table where Sandra sat. She must have known, as she decided to uncross and cross her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up about five inches, exposing white flesh above her stocking tops and allowing a glimpse of her extremely well-trimmed pussy. No panties...She means business, I thought, as I straightened back up. Jenny eyed me suspiciously for a second, and then returned to the conversation.
After dinner, and after more torment of being alone with two such desirable women, I offered an excuse that my head was sore and that I would lay down for a short while upstairs, while Jenny and her mother caught up with each other. I went our bedroom, closed the door and sat on the edge of our bed, looking straight at my reflection in our large ornate mirror, opposite. It was too much, and I had to jerk off, knowing that if I came, I could at least douse the flames of lust for some time. I closed my eyes and thought of fucking Sandra yesterday, the vivid image of her bent over in front of me, my cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole, my hands firmly holding her slim and pale ass, watching her dark hair sway over her lightly freckled back...
