The night of the meet and greet was crazy - people in incredible 1920s costumes everywhere you looked. Men looking debonair, women looking classy and elegant, and there was real joy in the room as lifestylers from around the country came together to make new friends and reconnect with past acquaintances.
My wife and I were in the thick of it, so we were perhaps a little more focused than most, perhaps missing out on the chance to just “be”. But there was the odd face that stood out to me. As I saw the hand of one of my wife’s favoured playmates dance across her backside, I smiled and my eyes came to rest on Clarissa.
We’d met two years before at another meet and greet, when we were ridiculously new. I remember her being very attractive, but being novices, I had no clue that she might see anything in us. When Clarissa and Jason said they were attending our event, I was flattered, it’s a long way to come for an evening of chat and flirt. So as she stood before me, looking into my eyes, I realised she was more than attractive, she was gorgeous. Despite the noise and the party atmosphere, she had a quietness to her that drew me to her. And then the moment was gone, and I was off to attend to a hosting duty, the opportunity lost.
After that weekend of largesse, we seemed to fall off a cliff. The energy we had put into holding such an event gave way to a sudden emptiness, and real life came calling for us both. When I received a message out of the blue from Clarissa, I was very surprised.
“Hi, I happen to be in town for the night and have been thinking of you both. I know it’s late, but any chance you both want some company?”
I was impressed at her confidence, and even though there was nothing to say there was any chance of intimacy with her, I was turned on. I quickly went in search of Sarah who was in the bath, luxuriating and enjoying the stillness of the early evening.
“You remember Clarissa?” I said, poking my head around the corner. Her breasts were showing and she caught me looking, smiling indulgently at me.
“Clarissa - as in Clarissa and Jay?” She asked.
“Yes, that Clarissa. Well, she’s in town, wants to bring some wine over and chat.” I said.
Sarah looked surprised. She lay back in the bath, closed her eyes in bliss and said “Clarissa’s hot”.
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As we got ready, Sarah and I chatted briefly about what might happen tonight, but more than anything, we were intrigued.
I was busying myself with the wine when we heard the doorbell. Sarah went to answer it, and I heard them coming up the stairs to the living area. I was surprised to feel nervous when I finally saw her - sophisticated, yet casual, in a simple wrap-style dress that enhanced her breasts, and elegant heels that made her legs look like they went for miles. I found myself about to launch into effusive welcomes and making a fuss of our new visitor, but her stillness stopped me. She hadn’t seen me, instead staring at the view to the ocean. I stepped forward and said a quiet hello, which made her jump slightly.
Then with a quiet smile she kissed me on the lips, holding it for a second before taking the proffered wine and enjoying a long sip. I can’t remember a lot of the conversation, but I think it was to do with her conference and the very long day she’d endured. She sat at one end of the sofa and seemed to sink into its softness. Without thinking, I offered to take her heels off for her.
Massage is something I love, because I know what I like to be done to me, and I naturally began rubbing Clarissa’s feet as the women chatted about the meet and greet from the weekend. Whether it was intentional or not, as I rubbed, I could see up beneath Clarissa’s dress, and I was beginning to curse the low light for not allowing me a glimpes of her panties, when she shifted herself on the sofa slightly, and I saw the sheer black panties in all their glory. The jolt of lust that shot through me made me catch my breath, and both women looked my way, catching me looking flustered.
“Is having a pretty woman’s foot in your hand causing you some discomfort, Ron? Sarah asked, mockingly. She knew how much I loved massaging, and could tell I was getting very turned on.
“Maybe I need to help on the other foot.” With that, Sarah took Clarissa’s other foot and began rubbing firmly, enjoying the game being played out.
I looked up and Clarissa’s eyes were half closed as she lost herself in the sensations of four hands working their magic. Her nipples were making their presence known beneath the thin fabric of her dress, and it took all my willpower not to lose myself in the building lust.
I leaned down and kissed the top of her foot, bringing a gasp from Clarissa, so taking it as a sign, I began tentatively kissing at her toes, softly taking one into my mouth and sucking gently.
My eyes were closed as I focused on her feet, but I heard a new noise that made me look up to see Sarah and Clarissa kissing deeply, and I watched to see Sarah’s hand brush a hard nipple, bringing yet another gasp. I moved my massage up Clarissa’s calves, and reached up under her skirt, bringing my knuckles against the soft, wet fabric of her panties. Her pussy was clearly soaking, and as I gently pushed the fabric into her, I felt a shudder ripple through her body.
I took that as my opportunity to remove her panties altogether, reaching up and letting my hands wander over her abdomen and hips, before gently pulling her panties off her. Her pussy was wide open and exposed. It was dripping wet, and swollen with need, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in her. Instead, I wet my index finger and held it just at the entrance of her pussy, causing her to moan audibly. I sat there watching two beautiful women alternating between kissing passionately and then chastely, enjoying the give and take of it all. Clarissa’s legs were wide open, and she began pushing down at my finger, clearly needing more if inside her, but I resisted, happy to watch her need build.
Sarah reached down and brushed around Clarissa’s clit without touching it directly, before moving her finger down to join mine, but unlike me, she wasn’t playing the long game, she pushed two fingers into Clarissa’s pussy.
“Fuck you’re wet” she gasped, as she took one of the fingers which had just been inside Clarissa and began sucking it gently. She offered the other finger to Clarissa, who began sucking her own taste off my wife’s finger. This was my cue to up the ante, which I did by sliding two fingers all the way into her pussy, and brushing her clit lightly with my other hand.
The footrub, the attention to her pussy, the gorgeous woman who was kissing her, the build up from the weekend, it was all a prelude to this moment when Clarissa let go and came convulsively. She twisted in her orgasm, her head thrown back, a blush to her chest, nipples straining as she rode the waves of ecstacy.
As she came down from her climax, we all sat with smiles on her faces.
“I so needed that.” whispered Clarissa. “You two have had me horny since the weekend. I wanted to fuck you at your party, but you disappeared into the night.”
“Sorry about that, we had to get back to the hotel, we were still hosting” Sarah said.
“Oh that’s ok, Jay and I still fucked gloriously, but I knew I had to somehow get to see you both”
The women exchanged soft smiles, and then leant in, kissing gently.
“I think we need to move this to the bedroom.” I said, collecting the wine glasses and heading down the hall to where I hope there was more to come.
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Once in the bedroom, Sarah went into the bathroom, and I ushered Clarissa towards the bed, but she stopped me and we kissed softly, yet intensely, getting a feel for each other. I was immediately hard and felt myself pushing against her, my hand behind her head, cradling her slightly. I reached down and untied her dress, feeling it fall away and as I saw her breasts came into view, I stopped to take it all in.
“Fuck Clarissa, your boobs are…..wow.” I said, lost for words.
She finished removing the top herself and deftly removed her bra, freeing her breasts, nipples straining. I wasted no time in taking one in my mouth and sucking gently, still holding the back of her head. She was sighing with pleasure, and with my free hand, I reached down and glided my finger along her sodden pussy, wtihout pushing in.
I heard a gasp nearby, and looked to see Sarah, naked, leaning on the door to the ensuite, toying with her nipple with one hand, and lazily stroking her clit with the other.
“You guys look so hot together, but i might need to join in before I explode.”
Sarah and I laid Clarissa on the bed, and I smiled as Sarah got down on her knees before her open pussy. She began to lick along Clarissa’s folds, collecting her juice on her tongue, and then licking up towards her clit. Clarissa’s hips were grinding up towards her mouth and as I watched, I felt a hand take my cock and start to stroke it softly.
“Please, Ron, I want your cock in my mouth, please”begged Clarissa, losing herself in the lust. She took my cock in her mouth and began the most sensuous, skillful oral I have ever received. She ran a hand under me, rubbing around my buttocks, letting a finger glide over my arse and then back to my cock, by which time I was beginning to thrust into her mouth. Sensing my moment arriving, she removed her mouth just in time.
“Your wife is doing incredible, incredible things to my cunt.” She whispered, just as Sarah introduced her magic fingers in a place, and at an angle that had Clarissa rocketing towards another orgasm.
“Oh fuck, this is so good, you’re going to make me cum, oh….”
As she began to cum for the second time that night, I very quickly put a condom on and moved down towards Clarissa’s pussy. Sarah looked up and saw me, realising it was the perfect moment to take her over the edge, and guided my rock hard cock into Clarissa with one stroke.
“Ohhhhhhhhh……” Clarissa was taken to a new level by her orgasm and the unexpected penetration, but she reached down and pulled me into her, pushing her pussy up at me, urging me on with her incomprehensible sounds of pleasure. The sounds abruptly stopped, and I looked to see Sarah, with her back to me, with her legs either side of Clarissa’s face. I couldn’t see, but I could guess that her tongue was doing wonderful things to my wife’s gorgeous pussy.
I could feel that I wasn’t going to last long. This was one of those connections where we were burning up the heat that built up between us all. I could feel my release approaching, and I could only imagine that the lewdness of sitting over a woman with her wet pussy being licked was going to soon be too much for Sarah, and this suspicion was confirmed when but I saw her back suddenly stiffen and then arch as she began to cum. I watched her shudder, her head thrown back, and I began fucking Clarissa’s pussy for all I was worth.
My orgasm roared out of me and I pushed into her hard as I could, every muscle taut. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, with Sarah rolling of Clarissa so she could breathe, and me still buried deep in her pussy. As my heart slowed I went to withdraw, but Clarissa stopped me.
“Don’t. Please leave it in for a little longer. I love feeling a cock going soft in me.” she said dreamily.
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I decided there was no point in getting an Uber at that time of night, so offered to drive Clarissa back to her hotel. She objected, but I’d had no more than half a glass of wine, and it felt like the right thing to do. Sarah and Clarissa embraced like old friends, kissed each other gently on the lips, and I led our guest down to the garage, two levels below.
On the drive to the hotel, I kept stealing glances at Clarissa’s legs. I thought I was being subtle, but clearly I was wrong.
“You men are so odd.” She said, looking out at the streetlights before swinging her eyes to me. “Just 15 minutes ago, you were inside me, you saw all of me, you were fucking me, and yet here you are stealing glances at my legs.”
I shrugged, because I had no answer.
She giggled softly and then reached under her to remove her underwear, just as we pulled up alongside her hotel. She held my gaze as she opened her legs, the glare of the lights affording me a view of her very wet, very pink interior - still swollen from being so recently fucked. She smiled wickedly before closing her legs and collecting her hand bag to get out of the car. Before she climbed out, she held her panties up and regarded them.
“These, sir are for you. You and that wife of yours conspired to make these so fucking wet, and I feel I owe you for fucking me so beautifully and giving me a lift back here so late on a school night. Maybe you can return them to me next time we meet?”
She pushed them into my hand, and then leant over holding my face between both hands and kissed me softly on the lips.
“Thank you. I’m so glad I plucked up the courage to text you.”
