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I gazed at my new friend and co-conspirator, Charlotte. She, unlike the rest of us, was still dressed. Or mostly dressed – I was pretty sure she was no longer wearing any panties! Charlotte was the one who had orchestrated our sexual awakening that evening. My husband, Jason, and I were being guided into new territory by Charlotte, who was pulling the strings, and her well-hung Lothario, Peter, who also happened to be my husband’s new boss.Wearing a simple, but incredibly seductive, silvery cocktail dress, along with a pair of matching sandals, she was a very attractive, sexy, dynamite young redhead with – as I was becoming increasingly aware – a mischievous dominant streak.Typical of redheads, she was pale-skinned with a tendency to freckles. She was also slim and very fit, with small, firm breasts and tight bum to match.I’d never been attracted to a woman before, but Charlotte was looking like proving the exception to the rule.Unfortunately, as well as being at least twenty years her senior, I was also a lot less toned. I had 32F size tits, which always appreciated some material support, and my backside – to me anyway – was on the generous side. My husband never complained though. He seemed to adore my bottom, which was gratifying.Notwithstanding her physical attributes, I think it was her bossy attitude that got my juices flowing. As the thought crossed my mind, she leaned forward and grasped one of my nipples firmly between her thumb and middle finger.‘Get back on the bed, slut. On your back!’ she ordered.Her assertiveness was definitely turning me on.‘Have you ever kissed a woman’s pussy, Sam?’ Charlotte asked with a devious grin.My eyes widened. No, I hadn’t! It was something I’d never previously considered. But before I could think about it, I felt Charlotte clamber onto the bed and straddle my face. I looked up and had a spectacular view up her short dress! I could now clearly see that she was no longer wearing any panties, and a few inches above my face was the nicely groomed ginger bush of my new friend’s naked pussy.Was she my friend? Or was she something else? Charlotte was taking charge of me now – had been taking charge of me ever since we’d had that conversation when we’d been ‘shopping’. She’d also taken charge of my husband, much to his discomfort and excitement.I’d got what I’d wanted – I think. Jason was getting what he wanted. What did Charlotte want? What was she getting out of this? What turned her on?‘I want you to worship me with your tongue, slut. I want you to make me cum!’Oh rus escort my! I wasn’t sure I was up to this! I’d never done this before – had no idea if I would enjoy it, or be any good! But I wanted to please her…She lowered herself down, her slim feet and supple thighs either side of my head. I could smell her now! An erotic aroma, tantalising, alluring, and all-encompassing. Entranced, I subconsciously inhaled, wanting – needing – more!And then her pussy was right on my face. Her protruding cunt lips, framed by those soft, downy, ginger hairs, were practically touching me, her inner folds covered in a sheen of sticky moisture, betraying her excitement. Tentatively, my heart racing, I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue, and made contact with her…Such a heady moment – simple in itself – but it changed my perceptions forever.I was licking another woman’s pussy!I was licking another woman’s pussy – and it was nice! Very nice. Wrong word – too bland. It didn’t convey what I was feeling. Sensual, perhaps? Erotic? Obviously. Powerful? Overpowering? Almost. My senses of taste and smell were on overload. I felt like I was electrically charged.Oh, yes. This was very nice indeed.I was licking Charlotte’s pussy! I was enveloped in her womanly mound! For the first time in my life, I was engaged in oral sex with another woman, and it was intoxicating! That was the word – intoxicating!I moved my tongue around, licking between her folds, slipping my tongue up to her clit, and concentrated on that for a few moments, circling as I knew I liked to be pleasured. I kissed her clit, enjoying the intimate contact, and heard Charlotte gasp in response. Then I moved back, sliding my tongue up and down her slit again until I found the entrance to her cunt, and instinctively dived inside, wiggling my tongue as her sticky walls closed around me…I heard Charlotte giggle.‘Look over there, Sam, see what your husband is up to…?’Charlotte lifted herself from me just enough so that I could raise my sticky face and see across the room.As I looked over I could see Peter, now sat in an armchair, with Jason kneeling between his thighs. Jason had Peter’s cock in his mouth! The same cock I had been sucking an hour or so earlier…——How was it that so much could change in so short a time? We’d only been in the country for five days! The catalyst, undoubtedly, had been Charlotte. One surprisingly intimate conversation with her, followed by this welcome party (planned), and yenimahalle escort my unexpected, but very willing seduction (not planned – not originally, anyway…), and things were never going to be the same again… Peter had chatted to me amiably throughout the evening. He’d mingled with his guests, but had returned to me regularly. During one of his visits, he told me he’d had a chat with Charlotte and that he was hoping to make it a memorable evening if I was willing?Our intermittent conversations from then were full of suggestion and innuendo, without being specific, leaving the possibilities hanging in the air. I felt my panties getting damp with anticipation, not knowing what Charlotte and Peter had discussed and, perhaps, planned. The uncertainty made it even more exciting. As the party wound down, and Peter invited Jason and I back to their private quarters for a ‘nightcap’ or some such excuse, Peter quickly guided me to one of the sofa’s in their sitting room and possessively engaged me in conversation. I was being seduced – seduced openly and aggressively whilst my husband sat watching with Charlotte just a few feet away…Jason and Charlotte may have been in the room, however, I was barely conscious of their presence. I was too distracted by the proximity of Peter and what he was doing to me. He wasn’t touching me – not physically – but close up, his masculinity was overwhelming. He was an Alpha exuding confidence and maleness that made me respond to him like I was in heat!Subconsciously, though, I was aware when Charlotte and Jason got up and left. I didn’t know why – didn’t care. I was just very aware that Peter and I were alone all of a sudden. Peter took the opportunity to kiss me. As his lips met mine, almost immediately, I felt his hand on my leg, sliding up my thigh under my cocktail dress. No need to think – I quickly parted my legs, encouraging further exploration. I felt his hand slip into my panties and a finger immediately sought my inner folds. I moaned and opened my legs even wider in invitation. I felt a finger slip inside me. Christ! Even his fingers were large – I could feel the thickness against my already slippery walls!Time seemed to stand still. I slipped the straps of my black cocktail dress from my shoulders and pushed them down, exposing my bare breasts. I wanted Peter to see them, and to kiss them and suck them…He didn’t leave me waiting long! I felt the hot breath from his mouth on my nipple and moaned again. At the same time, I felt a second finger join its mate in my pussy. Oh God, I was trembling! I could already feel the heat starting to build, my orgasm not far away…Peter could sense my excitement and raised his lips to my ear. ‘I want you to suck my cock…’I listened to the words he whispered and my breath caught in my throat. Then I smiled. I sat up, and as Peter’s fingers eased from my pussy I slid down onto my knees and turned around so I was kneeling between his legs. As I turned, I became aware that Jason and Charlotte had returned. Peripherally, I could see them on the other sofa. Jason was sucking Charlotte’s fingers. My God – Jason would have seen me with my tits out and Peter’s hand in my knickers! My insides did a little flip flop guilt trip before I understood that we had been seen and – nothing! Nothing at all! I glanced quickly across the room. Jason looked busy with Charlotte. That was alright – it looked like she was in charge of the situation. I had a green light! Grinning to myself, and feeling very wanton, I quickly undid Peter’s belt. I tugged on his trousers and boxers as Peter raised his bottom, and pulled them down, exposing his manhood.Oh my – I was stuck for words! It was magnificent! There was no other way to describe it. Semi-erect and uncircumcised it already had a girth that I didn’t think I would be able to get my fingers around. I gazed at it in awe! Tentatively I, leaned forward and kissed the gorgeous tip of Peter’s huge cock, the scent of his masculinity washing over me as my lips made contact. Christ, my knickers were wet! I raised my eyes and saw Peter looking down at me with a satisfied smile.I opened my mouth and tried to slip my lips over the head of his cock and could only just manage it. With one hand, I cupped his heavy ball sac, and with the other I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to stroke him. I felt Peter’s hand caressing the back of my head in encouragement. I slid a little more of him into my mouth and started to slide my lips up and down. I was never going to get it all in, but I wanted to see how much I could manage!Kneeling between Peter’s legs like that, bobbing up and down on his cock, had me thinking wicked thoughts. My knickers must surely be reaching saturation point! I couldn’t get over how naughty I was feeling with this monster in my mouth. I felt like a real slut! Especially with my husband only a few feet away! I hadn’t sucked his cock in ages – for at least a year certainly – possibly two? I knew he liked it, but, somehow, I just didn’t do it for him. I didn’t know why.When I glanced up, I could see Charlotte leaning over Peter, kissing him on the mouth. They had been whispering to each other whilst I sucked Peter. Somehow, that thought turned me on even more…
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