Mr A pushed the button on the elevator and pulled her close as the doors closed. They were alone in the elevator heading up to the penthouse apartment that Jack called home. For as long as they had known Jack, she could never remember him being so serious about a woman. She had met many of his girls over the years, all pretty but interchangeable. The fact that he had invited them to dinner at his place to introduce them to Dee was unusual.
"You know very well what her name is," he nibbled on her ear. "You will like her. In fact, I think you might really like her."
He laughed softly in her ear and she felt the familiar tingle begin. Partly as a result of his closeness and partly at the thought of what might happen tonight.
Jack was there to meet them as they came out of the elevator.
"Play nice tonight Mrs A," he smiled at her. "I like this one and she is very nervous to be meeting you."
Mrs A warmed to Dee straight away, she could see why Jack was attracted. She was a gorgeous blonde with brains and a wicked sense of humour, not to mention a set of fantastic and wildly distracting tits.
After dinner, they moved to the lounge room and Dee joined her on the couch. The boys were entertaining them with stories about their wild pasts. Mrs A had heard them all before but never tired of seeing the two old friends together.
"I seem to remember a particularly naughty night with you Mrs A," Jack winked at her. "I'm sure I've still got the pictures around here somewhere."
She felt the heat rise to her face as she remembered the night in question. It had been a long time ago, when they were first married. Even so, it was a memory she re-visted often. They had played with Jack and his various girlfriends a few times over the years, but not often.
"That will do Jack," she shook her head. "Dee doesn't need to hear about that one."
"Oh I think Dee would love to hear about that one," he laughed. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."
"It's alright," Dee laid her hand on Mrs A's leg. "You don't have to tell me, but Jack's right, I would love to hear about it."
Her fingers stroked the bare flesh softly and left a trail of heat in their wake.
"Mrs A made a very sexy friend that night," Mr A jumped in.
He began to recount the story of her first ever experience with another woman. Mrs A closed her eyes, listening as Dee continued to trace circles up and down the exposed skin of her thighs. The music played softly in the background as Mr A took his time retelling the story, pausing for effect to allow everyone to picture the scene. She was aware that all eyes were on her and she felt excitement coursing through her as Dee's hand slid under her dress and brushed against her. Soft lips were on her neck and at her ear.
"Have a dance with me gorgeous. I think these boys are looking for a bit of a show."
Mrs A smiled and opened her eyes. She liked this girl.
They moved to the middle of the room, coming together easily as they swayed to the music. They lost themselves in the kiss. Soft teasing, gently probing tongues gave way to hungry, insistent mouths. As they kissed, she felt her husband behind her, unzipping her dress, removing her bra and finally her panties. Jack must have done the same for Dee and now when they moved closer, there was nothing in their way. Their hands stroked and squeezed as they danced. She felt Dee's hard nipples brushing against hers and knew she needed them in her mouth. She lowered herself onto the soft, plush rug and pulled Dee down onto her lap. Dee's legs wrapped around her waist and she buried her face into the soft, inviting tits that were now at eye level. Biting and kissing her way around them, until at last she made it to the hard and ready nipples. Her tongue circled them slowly before sealing her mouth over them and sucking gently. Dee moaned softly and began to grind against her, demanding attention of a different sort. She knew just the thing for that. Lying back slowly, so that Dee was straddling her, she used her fingers to continue to tease Dee's nipples. Pinching and rolling them as she let Dee wriggle around until she found just the right spot to grind against. It just so happened, that it was the right spot for Mrs A as well. They fell into an easy rhythm as they played with each others tits and enjoyed this shared pleasuring.
"Do you mind if I take some photos?" Mr A was kneeling by her side, holding a camera.
She looked up at Dee who merely smiled in response, clearly happy with the idea.
"I'm assuming you already know my answer," she winked at him.
He bent down to give her a long, deep kiss and then retreated back to his seat. He knew how much she loved putting on a show for him and she wasn't about to disappoint him this time. She reached down to gently stroke the rounded cheeks of Dee's ass, taking them both into her hands and squeezing.
"My tongue seems to be getting a little lonely," she grinned up at Dee. "Do you have anything you'd like to put there?"
"Oh I have plenty of things I would like to put there," laughed Dee. "But some of them have already enjoyed your attention."
Dee moved into position so that she was on her knees with her pussy poised right over Mrs A's ready and willing tongue. From there she lowered herself up and down, teasing herself. Mrs A's tongue swirled and flicked each time it came into contact with the luscious flesh. She adjusted herself slightly so that her tongue could slide into the wet folds and heard Dee let out a soft moan as she began to fuck herself on the tongue of Mrs A. When her movements became a lit more frantic, seeking a deeper pleasure, Mrs A moved so that she was kneeling behind Dee. From this position, she had one hand on her tit and the other between her legs. She could tell Dee was very close so she leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Come for me gorgeous. You are going to look so sexy. Open your eyes and look at him taking photos."
Mr A snapped away in front of them as Dee held her breath, caught at the peak, before falling apart in Mrs A's arms. Soft kisses helped her to recover and soon they were wrapped around each other on the rug, lips kissing and whispering softly.
"I want to watch Jack fuck you," Mrs A whispered to her.
"Only if I get to lick you while he does it," responded Dee as she ran her tongue along the edge of Mrs A's ear.
Dee moved down slowly, lips and tongue making their mark along the sensitive skin of a very aroused Mrs A. She moved lower and lower, and Mrs A spread her legs in anticipation. When that warm mouth closed over her, she gripped the rug in her fingers. She watched as Jack knelt behind Dee, hands on her hips as he began to tease her with his cock. Dee's tongue was going to work and her fingers circled the opening, ready to slide in at the same time as Jack slid into her. As Jack moved into her, Dee moaned and the vibrations reverberated through Mrs A.
"Fuck her harder," Mrs A urged, knowing that she too would benefit.
Jack began to drive into Dee, pulling her in with each thrust. Mrs A watched mesmerised and then felt another finger slide into her and begin to work her in the same way.
"Let me watch your face," she lifted Dee's head up so she had a clear view.
Her own hand slid between her legs and she began to play with herself as she watched. She held Dee's fingers deep within her as she felt the climax building. In seconds, she was gripped around them, thrusting her hips forward as she came. Dee slid her fingers free and moved them straight to her own clit. Mrs A watched as the two fucked furiously in front of her, chasing down their own climax with relentless speed.
When they had finished, Mrs A went to her husband and nestled into his lap. She felt his hardness underneath her and smiled at him.
"Such a patient boy, waiting your turn." She sucked on his bottom lip playfully. "I promise to reward you properly. Have you got anything in mind?"
