Friday night had always been date night. A chance after a long week to go out for a nice dinner and have a drink or two. With any luck, the night would end with some good sex.

This Friday night was no exception. I took particular care to dress sexily for Zach - I wanted to drive him crazy, seduce him. I knew he couldn’t resist the risqué outfit I chose. The black lace bustier was probably not intended to be worn as a shirt, but with a respectable black blazer overtop, I could get away with it. The short skirt would flare out if I turned too quickly or got caught in the wind, giving a glimpse of the leopard-print thong underneath. Not my thong, but Linda’s.

“Ready, Nessa?” he called from the living room.

“Yes,” I said, emerging from the hallway.

His eyes took me in slowly as I stood there, hair done up in a wild knot on top of my head, smoky makeup, dark lips, full breasts spilling out the top of the bustier, bare thighs glistening in the light, black stilettos adorning my feet.

I watched him swallow hard before saying in a low voice, “Hell, Vanessa. Let’s just stay in tonight.”

Smiling at his reaction, I replied, “No way! I’m starving. Let’s go eat quickly and then we can come home for dessert.”

Grabbing my purse, I walked past him and out to the car, leaving Zach to adjust his hard cock in his pants before following me out.

Dinner couldn’t end fast enough for Zach, despite the fun we had teasing each other, and soon we were pulling into the driveway. My hand had been teasing his cock the whole way home - he was already hard and throbbing. When he came around to help me out of the car, he got a glimpse of the leopard-print thong underneath my skirt.

“Is that Linda’s?”

I nodded my head with a sly smile as I winked. He nearly dislocated my arm pulling me out of the car and towards the front door. Once inside, he pushed me against the entryway wall, pressing his body against mine as he kissed me hungrily, his hands pulling off my blazer. I slid his jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor.

My hands fumbled with his belt and zipper, trying to free his cock while his slid up my thighs, cupping my mound and pressing the thong deep into my slit, which was already slick with desire.

Zach broke the kiss and took my hand, leading me to stand behind the living room couch. He popped his button and slid his pants and underwear down to the floor in one motion, not bothering to step out of them. He bent me over the back of the couch and raised my skirt over my hips, his hands roaming over my ass and snapping the elastic of the thong.

I could feel the weight of his cock as he slapped it against my ass, the precum feeling cool against my heat. I wiggled against him as I felt his fingers pull the thin material to one side, followed closely by the tip of his cock running up and down my slit.

He was just as hungry as I was, so he slid into me slowly, holding my hips to bring me as close to him as possible, allowing him to totally bury his cock in me. I could feel him twitching and throbbing inside of me, his cock stretching me. He began pumping into me faster and faster, occasionally taking a hand off my hip to slap my ass. My cheeks were red and burning, but I didn’t care.

My fingers were rubbing my clit as Zach pounded into me. My back began to arch as I felt my orgasm take over. The gush of juice washing over his cock drove him to explode, pulse after pulse of semen flowing deep inside me. We collapsed together on the couch, gasping for breath and sweating.

The ding of a text notification on Zach’s phone ruined the afterglow. Zach tried to act like he didn’t care what the message was, but finally I told him to go and check it.

“It’s Ed, inviting me to go golfing in the morning,” he said.

“Sounds fun. Are you going to go?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think I will. I’m free tomorrow anyway.”

Shortly later, my phone buzzed. It was Linda. “Get Zach to drop you off in the morning. We have unfinished business!”

I felt a tingling deep inside of me. What business was she referring to?

After a rather sleepless night, we pulled into Ed and Linda’s driveway just before eight o’clock Saturday morning. Linda opened the door and both Zach and I gasped.

She was wearing a pair of faded blue denim cut-off shorts and an oversized white shirt that wasn’t buttoned, but simply tied in a knot under her heavy breasts. Her long blonde curls were piled on top of her head and secured with a giant clip. Her face was bare and clean - no makeup or false lashes. She looked stunning. I had never seen her without all her makeup before, but she was a natural beauty.

As the cool morning air hit her, Linda’s nipples hardened and poked out through her shirt. Zach and I both swallowed hard as we walked past her into the entryway. She gave us both a quick hug before going to the kitchen to make some coffee. Zach’s eyes were glued to her ass as it swayed with every step.

I grabbed his rock-hard cock through his pants and giggled, whispering, “Down, boy!”

That prompted him to grab my already-hardened nipples, replying, “I’m not the only one turned on, am I?”

I blushed and then followed Linda to the kitchen as Ed emerged from the bedroom, grabbed his keys, and motioned Zach to the door.

“I’ll drive,” Zach chimed in. “I’m blocking you in anyway.”

“Great! Have fun, ladies! We’ll be back for supper after Zach buys me a beer for beating him on the links,” Ed joked.

The door closed, leaving Linda and me alone. The silence felt awkward. Charged.

“You still take cream and sugar?” Linda asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes! Thanks.”

She handed me a cup of coffee, making small talk as we drank. Eventually, she put down her mug and stated, “Time to get to work.”

I swallowed what was left in my mug and followed Linda to her studio. The portrait she had started caught my attention, as did the photographs lying on her work table. She had printed some off, so there were all these naked pictures of me, some zoomed in so close you could see every pore on my skin. I was speechless.

Linda quickly covered the portrait. “I don’t want you to see it until it’s finished. There’s still a lot of work to do.”

“Okay,” I replied. “But for what it’s worth, I like it so far!”

“Thanks. Now you get out of those clothes while I get prepared,” she said while she turned on her music and readied her palette.

I did as she asked, not as nervous as I was the first time, but still rather on edge. Perhaps a mix of excitement and anticipation, blended with the delightful memories of our first session. I was hoping this session went down a similar path.

Moving over to the red couch, I sat in the position I remembered from our first session, blushing slightly as I remembered how that had ended. Linda came over to adjust me, her breasts straining in the thin fabric of her shirt as they brushed against me. I could feel the wetness seeping between my legs as she twisted my nipples slightly aggressively, wanting to perk them up.

Standing back to examine my position, she smiled and said, “Perfect! I think that’s it,” before moving back to her easel.

She went to work, humming as her hand made fluid strokes, the portrait filling in and coming to life. She would occasionally come over and pinch my nipples or fix my hair. I was getting disappointed that she wasn’t using her lips like she had last time.

After a couple of hours of working, Linda seemed to be stuck. A frown turned the corners of her mouth down and creased her forehead. With her brush and palette still in her hand, Linda came over and examined my right nipple with her paint-smeared hand, leaving her fingerprints on my flesh.

My breath caught as she giggled and said, “Oops!”

She looked at me for a moment, almost as if she was contemplating her next move. Then she smiled and placed her fingers on my left breast, leaving more fingerprints. Somehow, in that moment, I had transitioned from her subject to her canvas.

Linda took her brush, dipping it in the paint and started to drag it along the inside of my arm from my wrist to my armpit, tickling me and making me shiver. My hand grabbed the tail of her shirt, making the loose knot fall apart as she moved. I got the first glimpse of her breasts - they were just as beautiful as I remembered them with their rosy red nipples. I felt the extra wetness forming between my legs.

The brush glided over my body, finding those special spots that made me twitch and moan, leaving a colourful roadmap as Linda marked them with an “x”. She eventually put down her palette and brush and picked up her phone, snapping pictures of the markings now all over my body.

“I want to revisit these areas later,” she said simply.

My body shivered.

Standing up, I moved in front of Linda, lowered my lips to hers and kissed her. Her lips were soft and full, tasting faintly of coffee and cherry lip balm. The kiss became more intense, our tongues entwined as I moved my body closer to hers. She immediately pushed her hand against me to push me away.

“Don’t get that paint all over my clothes,” she giggled, grabbing my hand. “Come with me.”

I followed her to her master bedroom, where she led me into the ensuite and turned the water on in the shower. “I think I need to clean you off,” she said as she wiggled out of her shorts and let her shirt fall off her shoulders. She stepped inside the large glass enclosure and held her hand out for me. I quickly followed.

Standing under the water, Linda pulled me to her, crushing my breasts against hers, our hard nipples rubbing against each other. She took the clip out of her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. The water from the rain shower head was drenching it and plastering it to her skin, as mine was as well. She reached for the body wash, squirting a generous amount into her hand, and then proceeded to rub it into my shoulders, her hands gliding down over my breasts.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hands caressing my body, gliding over me like silk. She traced the paint lines she had drawn on me, eliciting the same shivers removing them as she had when placing them. I was moaning and twitching as my body reacted to her fingers.

Then the touch changed. I felt the roughness of her tongue dragging around my nipple, flicking over it, before her mouth closed around and sucked. My hands went right to her nipples, caressing and twisting them as she enjoyed mine, her head going back and forth between my breasts which were cupped in her hands and pushed up together.

The pulsing and clenching in my pussy was making my hips writhe. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to put some much-needed pressure on my clit, but it wasn’t helping. My hunger was growing.

Linda sensed my need and sank to her knees, her mouth now right in front of my mound. She kissed it gently and slid her hand between my thighs, which opened up for her like a flower in bloom. Her fingers ran up and down my petals, moving inward each time, until she eventually slipped one of her perfectly manicured fingers into me.

I gasped and pulled her head closer, wanting her beautiful mouth to pay attention to my throbbing clit. Linda didn’t disappoint. She licked and nibbled and sucked it as she added two more fingers inside me.

“I want you to squirt into my mouth. That’s all I have thought about since last time you were here,” she said, looking up at me from between my legs. I leaned forward over her, bracing myself on the tile wall and blocking the water so she could breathe.

Closing my eyes again, I felt her grip onto my clit and suck. She was rewarded with a mouthful of my nectar.

“Fuck!” she growled. “Do it again!”

I did—two more times.

The fourth time, I jumped as I suddenly felt a cock pushing along my slit from behind.

“Fuck!” I yelled as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

“I plan to,” said a familiar voice in a calm tone.

Ed had returned to find Linda and me in the shower. Zach had dropped him off and gone home to shower before dinner. He would return to join them shortly. Ed wasted no time in shedding his clothes and hopping in after watching us for a couple of minutes.

His hard cock was sliding through my folds. Linda took her fingers out to make room for Ed in my pussy. He slowly slid his cock into me - it was surprisingly thick and long, stretching me wide until he bottomed out in me. Linda circled her fingers around his cock at my entrance, giving him an extra squeeze as he began to thrust and she continued to suck.

They each cupped one of my breasts in their hands, their fingers kneading my flesh and teasing my nipples, sending electricity coursing through my veins. My body was writhing against them craving release, but not wanting the pleasure to end.

Ed thrust his cock into me steadily as Linda kept working my clit. Soon I felt my body reach the point of no return. Linda sucked hard on my clit, making me clench tightly around Ed’s cock. I felt it swell inside of me as he moaned, “Oh God.” Pulse after pulse of his seed flowed into me.

I braced myself against the wall as the tremors ran through my body. I felt my body release a big gush of juice into Linda’s eager mouth. The hot water cascaded over my frozen body as I struggled to breathe. Eventually, my knees gave out and I sank to the floor.

Linda moved to sit on the bench that ran across the back of the shower, her legs spread, her fingers beginning to plunge in and out of her perfect pink pussy. I crawled between her legs and circled her clit with my finger, tentatively at first.

Ed stepped beside me, his cock brushing my cheek. I turned to look at him and he quickly slipped his still-hard cock into my mouth. The familiar taste of my juices was somehow foreign on a new cock - a new flavour to enjoy. I started sucking and licking him, my free hand wrapping around his base as my other hand continued to rub Linda’s clit.

Soon, her hips were writhing and she took my hand, plunging it inside her depths. I curled my fingers into her g-spot, making her moan, which in turn made me moan on Ed’s cock, making him growl. My fingers cupped around his balls, rolling them and squeezing them.

Before long, Linda was panting as she squeezed her big tits, her body tightening around my fingers. I couldn’t help myself - I needed to taste her. I let Ed’s cock slip from my mouth as I crawled directly between Linda’s legs and lowered my head. My tongue ran up and down her slit before flicking her clit back and forth. I sucked and licked her innermost folds, relishing her sweet taste.

I was surprised again by Ed as he knelt behind me and started rubbing his cock along my ass, teasing me by pushing the tip against my starfish, testing the waters. He didn’t expect me to push back as eagerly as I did. He slid his tip into my tight bud and held it there while my body relaxed around it. Gradually, he started pushing deeper until he was totally buried in my ass.

Soon he was thrusting in and out with ease, and what had started out as pain quickly became pleasure. The full feeling made my body tremble. I worked my fingers in and out of Linda’s pussy at the same pace, my mouth still sucking and nibbling.

My eyes were glued on her as she orgasmed on my fingers. I kept fingering and sucking her through it until she slumped back against the wall. I slid my fingers out of her and offered them to Ed, who quickly accepted them into his mouth, sucking them as he tensed and exploded in my ass.

We all collapsed (Ed and Linda on the bench, me on the floor) and took a moment to catch our breath.

Our rest was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Ed quickly wrapped himself in a towel and stepped out to check the Ring camera on his phone. He smiled and threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

“You’ll never guess who it is!” he said, pausing dramatically before saying, “Zach.”