Pam walked into the room, a glass of wine in her hand and sat on the sofa to my left.

“Let me know when it’s stiff?” She said, taking a sip of red.

I hadn’t realised I was doing it, but my hand was down my loose pants playing with my cock as I watched the television. My gaze diverted enough for me to smile at her. Over the years she had become used to me playing with myself in her presence. My cock was quite flaccid until she uttered those words. The jiggle of her tits under her T-shirt didn’t help either. She crossed her lovely legs as she stretched out on the sofa.

We both watched a quiz programme on the television while making polite conversation, though now and then my gaze was diverted to the way her breasts filled her T-shirt.

Pam had become a regular visitor to our house. She was my wife’s best friend. A friend that we converted one night into a fuck-buddy for both of us.

On that fateful night, Pam had visited the loo and by the time she came back into the lounge, Lesley had her tits out and was lying on top of me, on that very sofa, with me sucking on her nipples. Pam looked hard at us while I devoured her tits eventually making eye contact with Lesley. Then she slowly stripped naked while watching us get it off. We all fucked hard that night despite the twenty-year difference between Pam and Lesley and me, but a few years on and the age difference is non-existent. We just seem to slip into debauched naughtiness whenever the mood takes either one of us and while the sex may not start as urgently as it did all those years ago, it certainly finishes with a bang.

“Where’s Lesley?” I asked.

“Prepping the vegetables, I’ve come to keep you company.”

“A likely story,” I nodded. “You’ve had your way with her, haven’t you?”

Pam said nothing but the smirk on her face told me everything I needed to know. Those two women in the kitchen together were like a storm in a teacup. I pitied the courgettes and cucumbers.

“Hard yet?” she said without taking her eyes off the show.

“Not yet,” I replied. “Getting there.”

“Hmmm, you won’t be surprised that Lesley’s already got there. She’s one up on us.” Pam slowly raised her hand to her mouth and licked her finger. She removed it with a plop before raising the glass to take another sip of wine. I could see the smirk on her face even though her eyes were fixed on the television.

Her revelation didn’t surprise me at all. I could just imagine Lesley bent over the kitchen table with Pam fingering her from behind. It’s a euphemism for prepping the vegetables when Pam’s around. Failing that, the other likely scenario would be Lesley on the high chairs with one leg on the table and the other on the countertop. Pam would be on her knees between her thighs. I’ve caught them in that position more than once. It’s as if cooking is second nature to licking. I mustn’t complain though because between them they make me permanently horny and that has its advantages.

My gaze was finally taken by Pam moving about on the sofa. She had reached forward to place the glass on the coffee table and was bent over looking at me, arms across her knees, trying to see how big my cock had become.

“I’d say it was halfway there,” I told her.

Pam nodded, raised her bottom off the seat and slipped her tracksuit bottom off. She let it pool around her ankles before sitting back down. She finally pushed it from her ankles using her feet and then faced me with her legs splayed open.

“Looks like you need encouragement,” she smirked.

Her hand dropped to the groove between her thighs and in a split second, her finger was lost. Her lip turned up at the side and she started moaning. My cock twitched and instantly grew an inch.  Seconds later, I was pulling my pants down, looping them over my legs and dropping them on the floor. Just like Pam had done.

“It’s hard,” I announced.

Pam opened her eyes and looked at me and then in the general direction of my groin.

“So it is.”

I could tell by her wreckless smile that when she stood up she was in no mood to mess about. She sank to her knees next to me and before I could suck in some air and savour the feel of her slick lips, my cock was swallowed whole. There was something horny with the way she manhandled it. She was hungry and vamp-like as she attacked the fleshy swelling from all directions. My eyes rolled back into my head when she sucked hard on the swollen head with her hand pulling the skin up and down the shaft. Her head bobbed over the end and my hand hovered at the back of it; half wanting to grab her hair and use her head for my satisfaction and half wanting to stroke it; let her know the pleasure she was giving me.

That pleasure nearly doubled when Lesley came around the doorway and saw us. She was naked and had obviously not bothered to dress after their episode in the kitchen. She leaned against the doorframe between the corridor and the dining room and watched Pam swallow my cock.

I looked into her eyes, mouthing the word ‘fuck’ as Pam sucked and bobbed her head eager for her rewards. There was no let-up, no pause, no change of intent as far as Pam was concerned. It was obvious that she wanted to blow me instead of letting me fuck her.

I could see that Lesley’s gaze was fixed on Pam’s head bobbing on my cock. Her head was following the motions and her hand involuntarily raised to pinch her nipple. I could see that the pout on her lips told me she was hungry too but there was no obvious way for her to get in on the act without changing the dynamics.

It was too late anyway. I was on the verge of losing all control to Pam’s expert oral technique but despite wanting to shout that I was cumming I denied Pam that verbal knowledge, preferring to just shock her into knowing she had succeeded by filling her mouth. I  kept as quiet as I could, but like all blokes, there are signs these women look for.

The tightening of my balls didn’t help, the extra stiffening of my cock was another factor. Pam knew all about these signs because by the time I could no longer contain the urge she sank her mouth down my cock and rested her lips on my pubes.

Lesley was nodding in the doorway with her fingers stroking her slick pussy, and not for the first time that evening. I could tell by the look on her face that she was experiencing a lusty, horny and sexually depraved show.

I watched Lesley sink to the floor, feet together, legs splayed as she started to finger and rub her pussy and clit in small circles. Her eyes fixed on Pam’s mouth waiting for her to come up for air and dribble some of my white cream out of the side of her lips.

Pam had no intention of doing any of that. My spunk was flowing hot down her throat and my cock was on fire. I couldn’t help myself any longer and my hand rested on the top of her head to keep my cock firmly down her throat. It wasn’t until I had unloaded all my cream that I took my hand off her head. Lesley was a writhing mess on the floor as she rubbed her pussy hard, eyes closed and bum lifting off the floor in mock fucking action. Pam un-swallowed my cock and gasped for much-needed air. She mewled and licked her lips once she had recovered; a sure sign that she had been happy to have my cock lodged down her throat while I ejaculated.

“My fucking turn now,” it was a statement that didn’t need a reply. Without looking behind her at the state of Lesley propped up by the doorpost she pushed me back into the chair and scrambled on top of my body in what I thought was an attempt to impale my cock. Instead, she crawled further upwards, straddled my face and planted her pussy on my mouth.

My tongue was on automatic with it extended into her hot cunt.

“That’s it, fucking eat it,” she commanded. She knew she wasn’t going to get a reply from me as she thrust her bottom to and fro, plastering her pussy all over my face. My hands came up over her thighs and I tried desperately to keep her in one position to suck on her clit but she wasn’t having any of that. It was like she was tribbing my lips and nose all on her own. It was fucking hot being ridden in that way and it was something I had always loved doing.

I was doing my best to provide as much pleasure as I could but it seemed it wasn’t enough. From behind Pam, Lesley piped up.

“Make the fucking slut cum.” Her commanding voice told me that something was up. She had grabbed my cock in one hand and slapped it hard with the other. Fuck, it hurt, made me jump, thrusting my face further into Pam’s crotch.

“Make her cum on your mouth.”

Another slap caused me to grunt with the sudden contact. I grabbed Pam and pulled her into my mouth and held on hard; preventing her from wriggling her bottom too much. My mouth clamped on her clit and that’s when the shrieking cries began. She wailed and wriggled on top of me.

I felt Lesley’s hand on my cock once more as Pam climaxed above my face. I once more felt soothing lips sink and suck on my renewed hard-on.

Pam’s body shook, she was panting on top of me and her stomach clenched more than once, the aftershocks of her orgasm reverberating inside her body. Her shaking legs eventually relaxed either side of my head and she pulled her pussy off my mouth. All she could do was slide down on my chest. Her out-of-breath experience had sucked all the energy from her, and me.

I felt Lesley release my cock and her head appeared behind Pam, hands circling her body and cupping Pam’s breasts; she smiled glancing at the clock.

“Dinner’s ready in five,” she smirked.

“What the fuck was that – starters!” I said.

Pam chuckled, Lesley nodded, I looked bemused as I studied the two of them.

“Lesley, have you had more than us already.”

She nodded. “Probably two more than you while I watched.”

I shook my head. “What’s for dinner?”

“Used Courgette and Cucumber,” she laughed, “otherwise they’ll go off.”

I hoped Lesley was joking because I had never been keen on Cucumber and she knew it.