The ringing of the phone woke me out of my deep slumber.
I heard my wife answer it so I closed my eyes and tried to return to sleep. Through the fog in my head, I could her muffled voice. It had an air of excitement to it and I was sure I could hear her giggling. I tried to focus on the words I could hear.
"Oh, yes... sleeping all afternoon... worn out..." followed by more giggles.
It must be Betty calling her to discuss the night, and morning, she and I had spent together. I turned my head and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
4:30 p.m.
Shit, I had slept the whole day away.
"Fuck it," I thought as I rolled onto my back and stretched. I was not as young as I used to be, so my recovery time was a little longer these days. Especially after an intense workout like that.
My wife entered the room and sat on the bed next to me. She was wearing a sly smile and had a gleam in her eyes.
"Betty is coming over later," she told me, "to thank you for your performance last night... and this morning."
She reached over with one hand and put her fingers over the head of my resting cock and gave it a hard squeeze as she added the last part. It responded to her touch my moving on its own, like a long, skinny balloon filling with water, and began to rise. She patted it with her hand.
"Just relax, big guy... save it for later," she cooed, "Betty might be hoping for another... plowing."
***
Betty arrived at eight o'clock. I told my wife to share a bottle of wine with her in the living room while I freshened up. We had set out some candles, put on some soft music and I put out two bottles of wine and three glasses. I took my time as I showered, shaved and dabbed a little cologne. I put on a pair of red silky pyjama pants that tied at the waist. No shirt needed.
I had a plan.
When I finally entered the living room I saw that both bottles were empty, as I hoped. One glass sat on the coffee table, half-full, waiting for me. The two women sat close together on the couch, facing each other, each holding an almost-empty glass. They both stood up as I slowly walked in, shirtless, and turned to face me.
Betty was wearing a short cocktail dress, black, that fit her perfectly. Her slender shoulders, strapless, looked very appealing as did her bare, shapely legs. Her small breasts, obviously unrestrained, jiggled slighty as she stood up and her nipples pushed at the silky material covering them. Her eyes were bright green and sparkling. She looked beautifully elegant.
My wife had put on, at my request, a red wrap-around halter top that tied up at the back of her neck. It showed off her large breasts, which sag only slightly, and her trim stomach. The long white skirt, with a side-slit up to her waist, exposed her right leg to the upper part of her hip and a good portion of her lovely ass cheek. Her long auburn hair was perfectly styled, as always, to make her look like a young Raquel Welch. She looked perfect.
"You ladies are stunning," I said, "so beautiful."
"You look pretty stunning yourself," my wife replied with a giggle as Betty blushed slightly.
I picked up the glass of wine, took a sip, and held it out towards them toasting, "To a loving friendship."
The clink of the three glasses echoed within the quiet music of the room. I drank mine empty and put the glass down. I moved the coffee table away from the couch, clearing space in the middle of the room, and turned the music up slightly. I turned out the table lamp, leaving the room bathed in flickering candle light, and gently put one arm around each of them.
I slowly began to sway to the music, pulling them along with me, as the three of us danced very slowly together. I leaned down to Betty and gave her a gentle kiss as I slid my hand to her ass and began carressing her little, firm cheeks through her dress. I pulled away and kissed my wife, sliding my hand into the slit of her skirt, and gently ran it over her upper hip and ass cheek. I continued to sway gently, dancing with them, as I pulled them both in closer.
I glanced at Betty as she watched, her eyes wide, while my lips travelled from my wife's mouth to her neck. She tilted her head back as I kissed my way to the base of her throat, my tongue flickering occasionally, and she let out a gentle moan. I turned to Betty and started on her right shoulder, slowly caressing her trembling skin with my lips, and worked my way along to her neck. I heard her moan softly as my mouth travelled up her neck to her ear, my hot breath caressing her lobe, as I whispered to her.
"You are such a beautiful lady... so sexy... so elegant."
I slowly turned us to the coffee table and allowed the women to place their glasses down. With my arms still around them, I pulled them into me and continued to sway in the flickering warmth of the candles while my hands caressed their bottoms and lower backs. I felt my wife's hand sliding over my ass and along my back as her other began caressing my chest. She began pressing herself into my hip as we swayed.
Betty's hand slowly and cautiously brushed against my chest, her trembling fingers barely touching my skin, as she leaned into me. I felt her head against me as her hand began to wander down my chest and stomach, brushing along the top of my thigh. I kissed my wife again, our tongues just touching, as I slid my hand over her firm ass, hips and lower back. I nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear.
"You are so fucking hot... so fucking sexy."
She moaned as I put my hand down between her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy tight into my hip. She put her hand on my chest and began stroking my chest hair. I felt her fingers touch Betty's, pull back slightly, then gently glide over Betty's fingers. She used her hand to calm Betty's trembling fingers as she guided her hand up and over my chest, brushing against my nipples, in gentle circles.
I nudged Betty's head with my chin, forcing her to look up at me, and leaned my head down for a kiss. I was met with a tongue pushing between my lips, swirling in my mouth, and her other hand dropped to my ass and gently squeezed my cheek. I slid my hand up my wife's back, to the tie for her halter top, and pulled on it. The straps fell forward as the top dropped, revealing her swaying breasts, and made her give a quick gasp. The loose top fell to the floor.
Betty pulled her mouth away from mine and locked her eyes on the luscious handfuls in front of us. Her eyes followed along with the gentle sway of my wife's breasts, seemingly mezmerized by them, as we slowly moved with the music. I slid my hand up her back, and using my finger and thumb, found the zipper clasp of her dress. Betty gave a slight whimpering moan as I slowly slid the zipper down, her dress loosening, and stuck my hand under the material and peeled it away from her body.
The dress fell to the floor, silently, and suddenly her bare warmth was pressing into me. I held her to my body tightly, in a protective hug, and kissed her again. My left hand slid into the waistband of my wife's skirt, and with a gentle push, forced the material away from her body and to the floor. I took a step back.
The two women gazed upon each other, each set of eyes travelling the other's body.
"Oh, Betty... you are so beautiful," my wife stated quietly.
"So are you," blushed Betty in a hoarse whisper.
I moved my hands to the tie on my silk pyjama pants, and with a flourish, undid it. This caught their attention and I stepped out my fallen pants as they both turned their heads and looked at me. I stood up, my fully engorged cock throbbing in the flickering candlelight, and put my arms out for a hug from the two gorgeous, nude women.
To my surprise, Betty dropped to her knees and grabbed my swollen shaft with both hands. My wife watched in amazement, eyes wide and open-mouthed, as Betty wrapped her slender lips around my swollen cock and pushed her mouth over it. She managed to put almost half of it her mouth and began pumping the shaft with her small, slender hands.
"God, you look so huge in her hands!" my wife blurted out.
Pulling her mouth off of me for an instant Betty responded, "He is huge," and continued pumping and sucking on my cock.
I pulled my wife to me and kissed her, my left arm around her hips, and put my right hand on the top of Betty's head. I ran my hands through her silvery hair as her mouth worked on my cock. My wife pulled her mouth away and stared at Betty's little mouth, stretched tight around my thick cock, as it moved over my swollen head and partly down the shaft.
I put my hand on my wife's shoulder and pushed her to the floor. She knelt next to Betty, their thighs touching, and opened her mouth. Betty looked at her with a sideways glance and pulled her mouth off of my cock. I grabbed my wife's head and pushed her thick, pouty lips over my glistening shaft, wet with Betty's saliva, and felt the familiar silkiness of her throat.
Betty watched in awe as my wife took my thick, pulsing cock into her mouth, and in five strokes, pushed herself over most of the shaft. Her nose was almost touching my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before she pulled back and began another long, slow stroke.
"My god... how can you do that?" whispered Betty in awe.
My wife pulled her mouth away and giggled, "Lots of practice."
I pushed both of their heads towards my cock and they both leaned in and starting licking the shaft, up and down, tongues swirling. I looked down with intense lust at the sight of these two beautiful women sharing my cock. I almost came.