It was pure luck that Lou won those tickets for the spa. The prize was for an all-inclusive, two-night midweek stay at a luxury spa. When we drilled into the small print, we found it had to be taken on one of three set dates; I was away with work for one of them, and we were on holiday for the other two. Damn! Lou would have to find someone to go with her... well, it doesn’t take a genius to guess who she wanted to take!
During a particularly intense night of “interrogation,” which involved Lou being tied up and blindfolded, as well as me tormenting her with a combination of items (including two different dildos, her favourite vibrator, a wand, my fingers, and dick), she finally admitted what I already knew. She wanted to have sex with Lucy. The spa would be the ideal venue.
As we had discovered before, the universe seems to like playing games with us. It was at this moment that the doorbell chimed.
I went and opened the door... fuck me! On our doorstep was Lucy with the largest smile. In one hand she had a large bottle of champagne; in the other, she was waving paperwork around. “Free, I’m free of that sanctimonious, cheating wanker... free to do what I fucking want!”
It was the first time we had seen each other in the flesh since she had started sending the photos and videos. If I thought there would be any awkwardness, there wasn’t.
She greeted me with a full-on kiss on the lips (with tongue action for good measure!), which instantly started getting me hard. It was obviously noticeable as she ground her crotch against me. “Shhh, plenty of time for that later!”
I ushered her through the house to our garden. Lou’s face lit up when she walked out onto the patio. Embracing, they greeted each other with a kiss on the lips—Lou cupping a feel of her bum, her other hand fiddling with one of the buttons near Lucy’s cleavage.
It turned out that her divorce had been finalised; she was indeed free. The rest of her life started tonight, and she wanted to celebrate.
I went to the kitchen and got three glasses. When I returned, it was clear that the girls had been up to something while I was gone. Lucy was flushed and breathless, her nipples visible and hard through her white, button-up summer dress. Lou’s top was askew, her short skirt pushed up, and a look of lust was writ large across her face. Lucy’s scarlet lipstick was smudged on Lou’s mouth.
I opened the champagne and poured three glasses as we toasted Lucy’s divorce. Talk had turned to other matters when Lou remembered the spa trip. She was almost ready to beg Lucy to come with her, but there was no need, as Lucy was excited to join her.
More champagne was drunk, most by Lou! As the evening progressed, she became bolder by the minute; it was obvious she was turned on. She kept touching Lucy’s thigh, slowly moving her hand further above the hem of her dress.
“Fuck this!” she suddenly announced to the three of us. She grabbed Lucy’s top and pulled it open, exposing her braless breasts. Enveloping her right nipple with her mouth, one hand played with her left breast while her other hand disappeared back under Lucy’s dress.
Lucy threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, holding Lou’s head to her breast as if feeding her with one hand. With her free hand, she picked up the full champagne flute and poured the contents over her chest.
Lou lapped the champagne up, licking it off the tip of her erect nipple, and then moved away. Picking up her own glass, she took a mouthful and then leaned in to kiss her, passing the liquid directly to her before pouring the rest down Lucy’s front.
She then turned to me; I was still sitting next to them both, taking this all in. She guided my head down to her breast.
“You’ve been wanting to do this to her for ages!” my wife told me. I took her nipple and swirled it around my mouth, tasting the sweet champagne on her skin. She was right; I did want to do this. I also wanted to fuck her; I wanted to fuck them both there and then.
I unzipped my trousers and pulled my throbbing dick out, pre-cum already leaking from the eye. Lucy reached across and started to stroke my cock.
Lou, watching all of this, then surprised us by announcing, “No fucking tonight! I will be the first to fuck your newly single pussy, but not tonight.”
Lucy and I both groaned in pent-up frustration. “Rob, stand up,” my wife ordered. Like any good husband, I did what I was told. “Lucy, I want to fuck you, Rob wants to fuck you. But I love Rob, I will never leave him. So, when I do let him fuck you—and I will let him—I will be there for every moment. But for tonight, you can only sample the goods!”
With that, she grabbed Lucy’s head and pushed it into my groin. My cock slipped into her mouth, and she started to suck. For the first time in over 30 years, someone other than my wife was giving me a blow job.
“Fuck her mouth,” Lou ordered me, which I happily obliged. Lucy was making that sweet, gagging noise that tells you she is taking as much as she can in. Lucy had both her hands holding onto my arse, my balls slapping her chin, tears streaming from her eyes. When she came up for air, saliva streamed from her mouth down onto her breasts to mix with the drying champagne.
I knew I was about to cum, and so did Lou; I looked at her, she smiled and nodded in affirmation. No words needed to be said; that nod was permission for me to cum in her friend’s mouth.
Lou, meanwhile, had her hand in her knickers, clearly rubbing herself. A couple of weeks ago, Lou would not even have sunbathed topless in our garden. This evening, breasts exposed, she was fingering herself to orgasm while her husband was face-fucking another woman.
Seeing her pleasuring herself in this way, seeing the look of pure, unadulterated lust on her face, finally finished me, and I exploded.
Grabbing Lucy’s head with both hands as I held myself in her velvety mouth. If the first rope of cum surprised her, the next few certainly did not; she did her best to swallow all of it, but in the end, she could not, and my seed leaked from her mouth onto her breasts. Lou leaned down and licked the combination of liquids off her perfect skin and then, with it still on her tongue, kissed Lucy full on the lips, transferring it to her. Pulling away, she held her chin and, looking her in the eye, simply stated, “Sealed with a kiss.”
Lou then regarded us both. “Let’s go to bed. Lucy, you can have the spare room tonight; there is no sex for you until our spa break. Do you understand?” For a moment, there was a look of disappointment on her face, then she slowly told us, “I haven’t come yet.”
Lou slowly pushed her hand, slick with her own juices, into Lucy. I counted two, three, and then four fingers pushed into her while her thumb strummed her clit. Lucy was squirming and bucking in the chair, her knuckles whitening as she held tightly to the armrests, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged. She was groaning as Lou pounded her, her feet flapping against the floor.
Lou then whispered into her ear, but loud enough for me to hear, “You are the first woman I have ever kissed, the first woman I have ever touched, and the first woman that I have made come.” With that, Lucy plunged her whole fist in, making Lucy scream —scream loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Continuing to fist her, she told her, “When we go to the spa, you’ll be the first woman I fuck.”
Lucy nodded; it was all she could do. She was panting, her chest heaving, her once-immaculate hair ruined, lipstick smeared all around her mouth, and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her once-pristine white dress was now pulled open, missing buttons and covered in champagne, saliva, and my cum.
Lou removed her hand from Lucy’s pussy; looking at it for a moment, she then licked it clean while making a satisfied moan, “And the first I have tasted.”
Chapter 5 is on the way, and will be told from Lou’s own perspective. Here is a tiny MCU style preview!
I got home from shopping. I couldn’t wait to show Rob what I had bought. Should I show him my new black dress, the silver bikini, or the open cup bra and crotchless knickers set?
Rob was watching football when I walked into the lounge. I was wearing my open cup body harness with new nine-inch strap-on dildo and Louboutin’s. “Do you think she’ll like this?”
Rob’s face dropped!
To be continued.....
