 Wanna Have Fun by Jiri Ruzek |
"That was Emma," Mrs A put down the phone and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "I thought she might like to come along tonight if that's ok."
"You know I'm a sucker for a beautiful woman," he smiled down at her affectionately. "And the idea of spending an evening with two of them is one I would never argue against."
She kissed him softly, standing on her tiptoes to do so. "Well, you will have to get rid of the rest of our guests if you plan on having the two of us to yourself."
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Once dinner was finished, they made their way into the formal living area. Mrs A watched as her husband set about dimming the lights, turning the music on and opening the blinds to reveal the spectacular view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows. This was all done by remote without ever leaving his wife's side.
"You do love your toys don't you," she smiled at him.
"Almost as much as you love yours," he chuckled and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll go and get us a drink."
She spotted Emma across the room, talking to their friend Jack. She wore a simple black dress that skimmed her curves perfectly and for a moment Mrs A let her mind wander, imagining the soft, inviting flesh underneath. Emma looked up and winked at her cheekily.
"I think someone is ready to play tonight," Mr A handed her a glass. "Shall we go and join them?"
Emma greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "You've been having naughty thoughts about me Mrs A. You had that look in your eye."
"You can't blame me, can you?" shrugged Mrs A, smiling. "As sexy as that dress is on you, all I can think about is getting it off of you."
From that moment, the two women did not leave each other's sides. They flirted shamelessly and as the drinks flowed and people began to dance, they joined in happily. Their eyes locked as they moved to the music. Their hands lingered long enough to excite but not long enough for most people to notice, but Mr A was not most people and his knowing eyes did not miss a thing. When he had seen the last guests out, Mr A rejoined them and settled into a large leather chair with his drink. The music changed and the two women started to play it up for him. Emma's hands wandered eagerly over Mrs A's body and they moved closer. Their bodies rubbed against each other as they danced, their lips meeting for a brief kiss.
"Why don't you ladies head upstairs and I will join you later," Mr A spoke as he moved toward them. "I am sure you will be able to amuse yourselves without me for a while," he smiled and kissed each of them before heading into his large office.
He shut the door and went to the small bar to top up his drink. The office was undeniably masculine, a mix of dark, polished wood and leather. At one end sat a large desk with a computer screen, as he settled into his chair he pushed a few keys and the screen flickered to life. He sipped his drink as he continued to work and within moments he was looking at the two women as they entered the bedroom.
Mrs A pulled Emma in for a deep kiss, plunging her tongue in and running it along Emma's. A soft moan escaped from Emma and Mrs A reached around to unzip her dress. Music began playing from the hidden speakers and both women pulled back, looking around. It took only a moment for Mrs A to realise what was going on and she smiled to herself. Mr A had a playlist for everything from long drives in the car to cocktail parties with friends, this particular playlist was titled 'Sex'. She knew he was watching and her pulse raced at the thought of him sitting in his office watching their every move.
"It looks like Mr A is after a bit of entertainment," she grinned.
"Well we'd better give him his money's worth then," laughed Emma. "Stand still and don't move," her eyes gleamed, "I'm going to unwrap you like a delicious present."
Emma moved around her seductively, her hips swaying to the music. When she was behind Mrs A, she unzipped her dress and began to kiss her way from one shoulder to the other. Teeth, tongue and lips leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The white, silk dress fell to the floor and was soon joined by a silver satin bra. Emma dropped to her knees and hooked her fingers under the matching panties. Mrs A felt warm, soft lips at the base of her spine and held her breath as the heat spread through her. Emma pulled at the panties and slid them down as her tongue moved lightly along the inviting bottom in front of her. She let her teeth sink into the flesh and Mrs A let out a soft gasp.
"Sorry, beautiful," Emma stood again. "That was naughty of me. Maybe you'd better teach me a lesson." She was grinning wickedly and Mrs A knew just what she was thinking.
Mr A watched intently, feeling himself stir as Emma knelt behind his wife.
"You are a very bad girl Emma," Mrs A turned and walked over to sit on the edge of the large bed. "Now take your clothes off for me while I decide what to do with you."
Emma stripped slowly, never taking her eyes off of Mrs A, then stood waiting. The smile was gone, her eyes were bright with excitement.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you," Mrs A spoke quietly.
"Yes," whispered Emma.
"Come and lie across my lap."
Mrs A placed a velvet cushion on her lap and Emma laid across it so that her beautiful rounded bottom was raised and ready.
"Put your arms over your head," instructed Mrs A as she trailed her fingers along Emma's spine and down until her hand rested lightly on her target. "Such a gorgeous ass you have. I'm going to enjoy heating it up a bit."
She brought her hand down swiftly and Emma let out squeal. This was followed by two more in quick succession. Emma was moaning softly now as Mrs A stroked her stinging flesh.
"Good girl," Mrs A soothed. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," Emma said quietly.
"Open your legs for me this time."
This time she went more slowly, circling the area with her fingertips and aiming lower. After each one, she waited and let Emma absorb the intense feeling.
"That's enough now," she caressed Emma's heated skin. "Time for a different kind of pleasure."
Her fingers moved between Emma's open legs to find her wet and eager. She slid her finger in and Emma moaned softly.
"I think you deserve a bigger reward than just my finger," Mrs A whispered as she slowly moved her finger in and out. "I've got just the thing for both of us."
Mr A's breathing was shallow and his body still as he sat staring at the screen in front of him.
Mrs A retrieved a large vibrator out of her drawer and settled herself in the middle of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Emma knelt next to her, watching and waiting as she turned it on and began stroking herself with it. She felt Emma's hungry mouth on her nipple and cried out as the heat spread through her in a rush. It was time now and she positioned the vibrator so that it stood up in between her legs. She crossed her legs to hold it in place and felt the vibrations against her wet, swollen pussy.
"Are you ready to fuck me?" her voice was low and lusty.
She held the base of the vibrator firmly in one hand as Emma climbed on top of her and positioned herself over the buzzing cock. She watched as Emma lowered herself slowly down, eyes closed and lost in the pleasure as she began to fuck herself. Mrs A adjusted her position so that Emma's movements thrust the delicious vibrations against her sensitive clit. They raced on together, urging each other on as they moved closer to the peak. Emma slammed down and cried out, then their mouths met greedily. She felt the delicious tightening and the warm, throbbing release. They continued to kiss, eager to share this moment for as long as it lasted. They didn't hear the door open and shut quietly as Mr A entered.
"Sorry to interrupt ladies," he waited as they turned to look at him. "I thought you might have worked up a thirst," he handed each of them a glass of champagne and removed the still buzzing vibrator from between his wife's legs. "And I think we can do better than this, don't you?"
"I think someone is ready to play tonight," Mr A handed her a glass. "Shall we go and join them?"
Emma greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "You've been having naughty thoughts about me Mrs A. You had that look in your eye."
"You can't blame me, can you?" shrugged Mrs A, smiling. "As sexy as that dress is on you, all I can think about is getting it off of you."
From that moment, the two women did not leave each other's sides. They flirted shamelessly and as the drinks flowed and people began to dance, they joined in happily. Their eyes locked as they moved to the music. Their hands lingered long enough to excite but not long enough for most people to notice, but Mr A was not most people and his knowing eyes did not miss a thing. When he had seen the last guests out, Mr A rejoined them and settled into a large leather chair with his drink. The music changed and the two women started to play it up for him. Emma's hands wandered eagerly over Mrs A's body and they moved closer. Their bodies rubbed against each other as they danced, their lips meeting for a brief kiss.
"Why don't you ladies head upstairs and I will join you later," Mr A spoke as he moved toward them. "I am sure you will be able to amuse yourselves without me for a while," he smiled and kissed each of them before heading into his large office.
He shut the door and went to the small bar to top up his drink. The office was undeniably masculine, a mix of dark, polished wood and leather. At one end sat a large desk with a computer screen, as he settled into his chair he pushed a few keys and the screen flickered to life. He sipped his drink as he continued to work and within moments he was looking at the two women as they entered the bedroom.
Mrs A pulled Emma in for a deep kiss, plunging her tongue in and running it along Emma's. A soft moan escaped from Emma and Mrs A reached around to unzip her dress. Music began playing from the hidden speakers and both women pulled back, looking around. It took only a moment for Mrs A to realise what was going on and she smiled to herself. Mr A had a playlist for everything from long drives in the car to cocktail parties with friends, this particular playlist was titled 'Sex'. She knew he was watching and her pulse raced at the thought of him sitting in his office watching their every move.
"It looks like Mr A is after a bit of entertainment," she grinned.
"Well we'd better give him his money's worth then," laughed Emma. "Stand still and don't move," her eyes gleamed, "I'm going to unwrap you like a delicious present."
Emma moved around her seductively, her hips swaying to the music. When she was behind Mrs A, she unzipped her dress and began to kiss her way from one shoulder to the other. Teeth, tongue and lips leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The white, silk dress fell to the floor and was soon joined by a silver satin bra. Emma dropped to her knees and hooked her fingers under the matching panties. Mrs A felt warm, soft lips at the base of her spine and held her breath as the heat spread through her. Emma pulled at the panties and slid them down as her tongue moved lightly along the inviting bottom in front of her. She let her teeth sink into the flesh and Mrs A let out a soft gasp.
"Sorry, beautiful," Emma stood again. "That was naughty of me. Maybe you'd better teach me a lesson." She was grinning wickedly and Mrs A knew just what she was thinking.
Mr A watched intently, feeling himself stir as Emma knelt behind his wife.
"You are a very bad girl Emma," Mrs A turned and walked over to sit on the edge of the large bed. "Now take your clothes off for me while I decide what to do with you."
Emma stripped slowly, never taking her eyes off of Mrs A, then stood waiting. The smile was gone, her eyes were bright with excitement.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you," Mrs A spoke quietly.
"Yes," whispered Emma.
"Come and lie across my lap."
Mrs A placed a velvet cushion on her lap and Emma laid across it so that her beautiful rounded bottom was raised and ready.
"Put your arms over your head," instructed Mrs A as she trailed her fingers along Emma's spine and down until her hand rested lightly on her target. "Such a gorgeous ass you have. I'm going to enjoy heating it up a bit."
She brought her hand down swiftly and Emma let out squeal. This was followed by two more in quick succession. Emma was moaning softly now as Mrs A stroked her stinging flesh.
"Good girl," Mrs A soothed. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," Emma said quietly.
"Open your legs for me this time."
This time she went more slowly, circling the area with her fingertips and aiming lower. After each one, she waited and let Emma absorb the intense feeling.
"That's enough now," she caressed Emma's heated skin. "Time for a different kind of pleasure."
Her fingers moved between Emma's open legs to find her wet and eager. She slid her finger in and Emma moaned softly.
"I think you deserve a bigger reward than just my finger," Mrs A whispered as she slowly moved her finger in and out. "I've got just the thing for both of us."
Mr A's breathing was shallow and his body still as he sat staring at the screen in front of him.
Mrs A retrieved a large vibrator out of her drawer and settled herself in the middle of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Emma knelt next to her, watching and waiting as she turned it on and began stroking herself with it. She felt Emma's hungry mouth on her nipple and cried out as the heat spread through her in a rush. It was time now and she positioned the vibrator so that it stood up in between her legs. She crossed her legs to hold it in place and felt the vibrations against her wet, swollen pussy.
"Are you ready to fuck me?" her voice was low and lusty.
She held the base of the vibrator firmly in one hand as Emma climbed on top of her and positioned herself over the buzzing cock. She watched as Emma lowered herself slowly down, eyes closed and lost in the pleasure as she began to fuck herself. Mrs A adjusted her position so that Emma's movements thrust the delicious vibrations against her sensitive clit. They raced on together, urging each other on as they moved closer to the peak. Emma slammed down and cried out, then their mouths met greedily. She felt the delicious tightening and the warm, throbbing release. They continued to kiss, eager to share this moment for as long as it lasted. They didn't hear the door open and shut quietly as Mr A entered.
"Sorry to interrupt ladies," he waited as they turned to look at him. "I thought you might have worked up a thirst," he handed each of them a glass of champagne and removed the still buzzing vibrator from between his wife's legs. "And I think we can do better than this, don't you?"
