Fun with Mr A

SEX by Karen Abramyan       "Let's have some fun tonight with the girls," Mrs A spoke quietly, her lips pressed to her husband's neck. She sat on his lap dressed only in a pair of pink lace panties. her skin was a golden brown after so many days of lounging by the pool. His hand moved slowly down her leg and he smiled as she continued to kiss her way up to his ear. "I want to send them home with a night they won't forget." "Naughty as always Mrs A," he laughed softly. "What exactly do you have planned?" She shifted so she was straddling him, then looked at him with a wicked smile. "I plan on putting them on that plane tomorrow very tired and very well fucked." "I think we can manage that," he moved his hips underneath her, pressing his hardness against her. "But you'd better pace yourself gorgeous," his eyes narrowed and his voice was low and deep, "because once they leave you are all mine and I plan on taking full advantage of you for the rest of our holiday."

The Holiday (Part Three)

Tina by Simon . Mrs A lay in the afternoon sun, enjoying the warmth on her bare skin and the view of a naked Emma floating in the pool. They had taken full advantage of their secluded holiday, savouring and indulging in each other until her body had been left buzzing with the after effects of so much pleasure. Mr A was on his way back and she was eager for him to rejoin her. Her pulse raced momentarily as she thought of their reunion. Her husband indulged her in every possible way, including her appetite for the delights of girl love, in return she loved him with an intensity that took her breath away and made her insides melt. He knew her in a way no one else did and that left her both exposed and vulnerable. It also led to the most intense sexual connection she had ever had. She heard the door open inside the villa and smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation. "Hello there gorgeous," his voice was in her ear. A deep, raspy whisper that sent chills up her spine. She smiled and turned to kiss him. A slow, teasing kiss that was full of the promise of what was to come. He pulled away and stood up slowly, waving to Emma before turning back to his wife. "I brought company with me," his eyes travelled down her body hungrily. "I would suggest you might want to get dressed, but I think Candy may prefer you the way you are."

The Holiday (Part Two)

N2 by Zoran Mrdjenovic Mrs A sipped her champagne, relaxing in the bath while she watched Emma dance around the bathroom smiling and teasing as she removed her fluffy white robe. Mrs A winked at her and licked her lips as Emma dropped the robe and began to tease her nipples seductively. She had an amazing body, one you could never get tired of looking at. "Shall I order another bottle before I hop in there with you?" "Good idea. Maybe our cute waiter friend will bring it in to us," Mrs A grinned. "All organised," Emma stepped gracefully into the tub and lowered herself into the warm water with a sigh. She stretched out and rested her feet between Mrs A's legs. Her eyes closed as Mrs A lifted her foot and began to massage it gently before taking it to her mouth and kissing the arch, swirling her tongue lightly over it before doing the same to the other foot. "Come here gorgeous," Mrs A pulled Emma over so that she could lie back between her legs. She moved Emma's hair out of the way and kissed her neck as her fingers stroked her stomach in lazy circles. Their bodies moulded together perfectly and there was no urgency or expectation, just a relaxed intimacy that was both peaceful and arousing. So caught up in the moment, they didn't hear the waiter arrive with their champagne until he let himself in and called out from the other room. "Will we have a bit of fun with him?" Emma smiled. "You read my mind," Mrs A replied quietly before calling out to him. "Do us a big favour and bring it in here." Emma laughed quietly as they both watched the doorway. A moment later he was there, wide eyed at the sight of the two women in front of him. His dark eyes took them in hungrily but he didn't move any further. He held the champagne and bucket of ice in one hand and two glasses in another, unsure of how to proceed. The women looked at him innocently and Mrs A continued the slow movement of her fingers over Emma's bare skin. "Uh, sorry. I knocked but you mustn't have heard," he spoke finally. "Oh we heard you sweetie," Mrs A smiled. "We just wanted you to come in and pour it for us. It's nice and warm in here and it would be a shame to have to get out. Would you mind?"