Elizabeth took out her phone and started pressing some buttons. “There,” she said. “My contribution is made.”
“Excellent,” said Marc. “A good night will be had by all.”
The last of the guests finally left. Christa made her way up the stairs to the bedroom suite she shared with Marc. He and Elizabeth had disappeared earlier while she impatiently herded the stragglers out. She wasn’t worried. Marc wouldn’t start without her.
She entered the bedroom and saw them out on the balcony, taking in the city lights. A bottle of champagne was in an ice bucket. They were sitting sipping from their glasses and watching each other. Christa took in a deep breath, then let it out.
This should be fun.
She stepped out onto the balcony and let the night air cool her heated skin. But nothing could cool the pulsing heat of her sex.
Marc’s long legs were stretched out in front of him. He looked dark, dangerous and ready to pounce.
But not yet. Not until the game was played. And Elizabeth looked like she knew exactly what the rules were.
Christa crossed to stand next to her, then bent, cupped the back of her head, and open-mouth kissed her. She tasted of champagne and surprise. A small sound escaped her throat but she returned Christa’s kiss with gusto. As Christa deepened their kiss, she felt Elizabeth’s hand slide up her leg and under her dress to knead her arse
Christa broke the kiss, her blood beating a staccato pulse in her veins, and pulled her out of her chair. She glanced at Marc, who had an inscrutable look on his face.
“Come,” she said to both of them. Elizabeth followed her while Marc unfolded himself from his chair, and with a grin ambled into the bedroom.
“Sit,” Christa said to him. “And stop looking so smug.”
“Me? Smug? Why would I be smug when I’m about to have an unforgettable night with two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen?” He hooked his arm around Christa’s waist and kissed her. She let him, then pushed him away.
“Don’t be rude. We have a guest.”
“We do indeed.” Marc brushed his hand across Elizabeth’s forehead and ran his hands through her hair, loosening her French roll. She stepped forward.
“As a guest, I think I require a taste of what’s to come.” She placed her hands on Marc’s chest then slid them around his neck.
Christa watched as she kissed him and he responded, grasping her arse and grinding against her. The sight of her Nordic blondeness against his dark predator made the ache between her legs even more intense. For once, she wanted to be the watcher, to see them entwined and naked, fucking and sucking and sliding against each other. Wanted to see Elizabeth on her knees with Marc’s cock in her mouth. But first she had to taste Elizabeth’s pussy.
Her heart was working overtime. It took all she had not to rip the dress from Elizabeth, throw her onto the bed and bury her face in her cunt. Instead she waited until their kiss was finished, then led Marc over to an easy chair. A chair that she’d placed in just the right place for the night’s events.
He sat and smiled up at her. Still in his white dress shirt and black trousers, he looked like sin personified. She smiled back then turned to Elizabeth.
“Did you like the taste of my husband?” she asked, as she reached around to the back of Elizabeth’s neck and undid her dress. Held by only one fastening, the dress pooled around her hips, exposing her round breasts with their erect, pointed nipples. Her skin was the colour of ripe peaches, golden and rosy. Marc made an appreciative noise.
“I did,” Elizabeth said, her eyes on Christa. “I want to taste more. But first you.”
She turned Christa around and swept her shoulder-length hair away from her zipper then slid it down, pulling the dress as she went. Christa stepped out of it while Elizabeth unclasped her bra, then slid her fingers slowly down Christa’s spine. Each touch from the other woman wound Christa up more and more, making her breath short and her pussy wet. She turned back to Elizabeth and pulled her toward her so their breasts touched, nipple to nipple. Then she kissed her again, needing to feel the whole long length of her body, to run her hands up her back and press her tight against her.
Christa pushed Elizabeth’s dress down so she could step out of it. She was so beautiful. She cupped her hand under Elizabeth’s breast then dipped her head to taste her. Her moan matched Elizabeth’s as she sucked and nuzzled and took her nipple between her teeth to pull lightly.
“Oh, God,” Elizabeth muttered. “Oh, God I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” Christa murmured. “Now.”
She pulled Elizabeth over to the king-size bed and proceeded to strip her of her thong, then wriggled out of her own. Elizabeth lay across the bed, with her blonde hair splayed out around her head and her eyes glittering with hungry desire. Christa couldn’t remember when she’d wanted anyone as much.
As always, she could feel Marc’s gaze on her, on both of them. Glancing toward him, she could see that while he leaned back in his chair, seemingly nonchalant, the burning intensity in his eyes and the tight bulge in his pants told a different story.
“That makes you hot, doesn’t it, having your husband watch,” Elizabeth gasped.
“Yes. Always.”
“I can see why. Fuck, he’s gorgeous,” she said as Christa pulled her into her arms. “But I want him to do more than just watch.”
Christa rubbed herself against the full length of Elizabeth’s body and kissed her over and over. “Oh, I think he will tonight,” she said between kisses. “We’ll make him.”
She circled Elizabeth’s nipple with her tongue as she cupped her sex. Elizabeth arched her back and groaned as Christa slid two fingers into her. She couldn’t get enough of Elizabeth’s breasts. Fucking her with her fingers, Christa nibbled and sucked and gently bit Elizabeth’s flesh.
“Ah, God! Deeper,” the other woman moaned.
Christa sat up and leaned over Elizabeth, stretching to open the bedside table. She extracted a flesh-coloured vibrator and some lube. She showed it to the other woman, who grinned and opened her legs wide.
“I was hoping some toys would come out.”
Christa looked down at her glistening sex. “You’re so wet. I think we can dispense with the lube for now.”
She knelt next to Elizabeth and slowly pushed the vibrator in, then out, setting up a good, consistent rhythm. Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows to watch, thrusting against the vibrator and breathing with shallow breaths. When Christa turned on the vibrator and bent to suck and lave her clit, Elizabeth threw back her head and howled.
She tasted divine. Salty and earthy and all woman. Christa lost herself in driving the other woman wild with her tongue, while all the time fucking her harder and harder with the pulsating toy. She gazed up Elizabeth’s body to see her face transform into ecstasy. Elizabeth’s clit throbbed in her mouth as she came and came and screamed out her pleasure.
“No more,” Elizabeth begged. “I can’t take any more.”
Christa laughed softly and released the other woman from her ministrations. She turned off the vibrator and threw it aside, then took Elizabeth in her arms again to snuggle and pet her. Her golden skin was flushed and her blue-ice eyes were drooping with languorous contentment.
“You’re a peach,” Christa murmured. “A delectable, tasty peach.”
Elizabeth grinned and rolled Christa below her so she could lie against the length of her body. She grabbed Christa’s hands and pulled her arms up above her head, linking their fingers. With her legs, she pushed Christa’s legs open and undulated against her, kissing and nibbling her neck. The tips of her erect nipples brushed against Christa’s breasts.
“Oh, God that feels so good,” Christa gasped. “More.”
Elizabeth let go of Christa’s hands and propped herself up to tease Christa’s hard, sensitive nipples with her own. Christa grabbed the firm globes of Elizabeth’s arse and started grinding against her, pushing the other woman’s vulva against hers.
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Elizabeth laughed breathlessly. “That’s not going to work. We need a little more contact than that. Let’s do it properly. I want your clit against mine.”
In a flurry of arms and legs and much giggling, Christa found herself lying back on the bed, her legs wide with one hooked around Elizabeth’s waist. Elizabeth knelt diagonally over her, her legs wide, allowing their vulvas to touch and slide and grind, scissors style.
“You’ve done this before,” Christa said, gasping and breathing hard as Elizabeth worked against her clit.
“Damn straight,” the other woman said. “I was the Queen of Trib in my sorority house. Everyone wanted my cunt.”
She smiled broadly at Christa, her eyes full of wild abandon. She circled her hips and pressed hard against Christa who pushed and thrust against her, grabbing Elizabeth’s arse cheeks, desperate for her own release.
Christa tipped back her head and closed her eyes, trying to prolong the raging pleasure as Elizabeth bore down harder and harder, fucking her clit. “Oh, God, yes, please keep going,” she begged.
“Look at me,” Elizabeth demanded in a ragged voice. As Christa’s mind started to fragment in blinding, wild ecstasy, she opened her eyes and saw her Nordic Goddess in all her glory, her blonde hair wild around her head and her breasts swaying rhythmically as she worked against her.
“Are you gonna come now, pretty girl?” Elizabeth gasped. “Come, come now!”
Christa thought she might die and go to heaven when pleasure so intense flooded her body, making her scream and beg. “Oh God. Yes, no. I can’t. No more.”
“Yes you can,” Elizabeth cried as she worked herself furiously against Christa’s clit, thrusting and grinding. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” She screamed as she came, hard.
Elizabeth collapsed across Christa’s body, both women lost in the bliss of post-orgasmic abandon.
Christa had been with women before, but never had the pleasure been as intense and wild. Beneath her businesswoman persona, Elizabeth was another person.
Elizabeth Underwood sat on the bed, next to one of the most fascinating women she’d ever met, and stretched her arms over her head. Her limbs felt loose and limber after the best sex she’d had in some time. Dropping her arms she turned and smiled down at Christa, then lay down against her to taste and torment her breasts.
“Hmm,” she moaned. “I think it’s time to bring our watcher into the fold.”
Christa smiled at her. “Be my guest.”
Elizabeth climbed off the bed and stalked over to Marc. “How about it? Time to play?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked in a lazy voice.
Elizabeth knelt in front of him and slowly pulled the zipper of his trousers down. She pulled out his very erect, very satisfactory cock.
“Nice,” she said. “I’ll bet you’re tasty too. You’ve got this Master of the Universe thing going on that makes me hot. I bet you’re the kind of man who likes to fuck with his clothes on. You like to keep in control. Let’s see if we can make a mess of your swish Italian trousers.”
Elizabeth grasped his cock at the base and took him in her mouth. He was indeed wonderfully tasty. Her mouth flooded with saliva as she sucked him, making him groan deep in his throat. His hips started thrusting, bucking, and he grabbed her head as if to push her more deeply onto his cock.
Elizabeth sensed Christa move off the bed and come to kneel beside her, watching her husband’s cock slide in and out of her mouth.
“I could watch you all day,” Christa murmured.
Elizabeth smiled to herself, but then nearly levitated off the floor when she felt two fingers thrust into her pussy from behind.
With Marc’s cock in her mouth, she moaned and sucked him harder, wanting to see him disintegrate. Christa’s fingers continued to work their magic in her cunt, hitting that spot that almost made her come, driving her wild.
Marc tipped back his head and grasped the handles of the chair, thrusting into her mouth as much as she would let him. Elizabeth could tell it wasn’t just her mouth that was driving him to the edge. She glanced up at his face to see his burning, dark gaze locked on his wife. He watched Christa watching him, watching his cock thrust in and out of Elizabeth’s greedy mouth.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
Elizabeth released him from her mouth and pumped him hard with her hand. His seed shot up and splashed onto her breasts and over his trousers. A lovely, wild mess.
How she loved this moment, when men were at their most vulnerable. She turned to Christa and grinned. “We need to get him out of his clothes. He won’t need them now.”
Christa snickered. “He certainly won’t.”
Marc groaned in his chair. “Just give me a minute. That was incredible.” He opened his eyes and smiled at Christa. “I liked you watching.”
The two women pulled him out of his chair and made short work of his clothes. Elizabeth made an appreciative noise at the sight of his hard, toned body. “No slacker in the fitness stakes, I see.”
He smiled. “Surgery’s hard work. If I’m not fit, I don’t do my best work.”
“Let’s see you do your best work now. Recovered? Ready to play some more?”
“Not quite. Maybe I need some inspiration.”
Christa rolled her eyes and grabbed his hardening cock. “Get over it. From the look of things, you’re ready to rock and roll now.”
He laughed and pulled her to him to give her a smacking kiss. Elizabeth felt a pang of envy. They had an easy, familiar relationship she’d never had with her ex, even though she’d loved him. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for coupledom.
“I want to see you go down on my wife,” Marc said, turning to Elizabeth, “and I want to be inside you.”
Elizabeth’s sex throbbed with anticipation. “Yes, oh, yes,” she said. “We can do that.”
Christa lay back on the bed, her legs wide and her sex wet and glistening. She toyed with her nipples and smiled as Elizabeth knelt in front of her.
“You look good enough to eat. So that’s what I’m going to do,” Elizabeth said.
She pushed Christa’s legs wider and bent to lick and suck her clit. She tasted fantastic. And the noises she made in her throat were so hot. A cross between a groan and a gasp and a guttural cry.
Elizabeth sensed Marc cross to the bedside table. She heard a ripping sound that made her cunt ache with need. He moved to stand behind her and gently slid his covered cock up and down her wet sex. She groaned in protest as she sucked Christa’s throbbing clit, desperate for him to thrust home. Instead he kneaded her arse cheeks and bent to nibble and kiss and lick her spine. She was going to go out of her mind.
Christa was on the verge of coming if he didn’t fuck her now. She lifted her head, despite Christa’s protests, and turned to snarl at him. But before she could utter a word, he thrust hard into her, making her see stars.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” she moaned. Marc grunted his assent and holding her hips, set a steady rhythm. Elizabeth closed her eyes and let herself feel the long, hard length of him fill her again and again.
“Hello?” Christa said. “Remember me? I’m a little desperate here.”
“Sorry,” Elizabeth said in a strangled voice. “Your husband’s cock is very distracting.”
“Really? More than my pussy?” Christa said, playing with her clit.
Elizabeth grinned and fitted her mouth around Christa’s clit, sucking hard. She was rewarded with the other woman arching her back, tipping her head back and groaning deep in her throat. Elizabeth continued to suck and lave her clit, while all the time Marc’s cock ploughed her pussy. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, along with Christa’s orgasmic screams, started to tip Elizabeth over the edge. When he pressed a finger into her arse, then another, she lifted her mouth from the now satiated Christa and gave a guttural cry. On and on, mind-altering pleasure wracked her body as Marc angled his thrusts in just the right spot.
Finally he came with a yell and collapse
d onto her, taking all three of them onto the bed and into a tangle of arms and limbs. They all lay, panting and sweaty.
“I’m hungry,” said Christa.
Christa sat against the headboard and spooned chocolate mousse into her mouth. “I know it’s very seventies, but I make a great mousse and the kids love it.”
“Where are your kids?” Elizabeth asked, with an alarmed look on her face. She sat crossed-legged opposite Christa on the bed. The view of her open pussy was delightful.
“Boarding school,” Marc said. “They come home most weekends but this time they’re both off at a cricket camp.” He also sat crossed-legged on the other side of Christa. Anyone watching would think they were having an adult version of a sleepover.
“You must have been very young when you started having them,” Elizabeth said.
“I was just twenty when the condom broke,” Christa said. “My parents were devastated because I’d got a scholarship to university to study architecture. Gave it all up to have kids and be a housewife.” She shot a quick look at Marc, who was working his way through his bowl of mousse.
“Did you regret it?” Elizabeth asked.
“Never.” She hesitated. “But I sometimes wonder if Marc does.”
“What do you mean?” he said with a frown.
Christa shrugged. “I’m not a high-powered career woman like Elizabeth. Sometimes I worry that you might get bored with me,” she said in a small voice.
His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Christa, no.” He threw aside his bowl and reached for her. “You are the most incredible woman I know. I thank my lucky stars that condom broke and you agreed to marry me. My only regret was that you believed you had to give up your studies. I always felt guilty about that.” He kissed her gently. “I love you.”
A warm glow stole through Christa as she slid her arms around Marc’s neck and hugged him. “Don’t have any regrets about that. I can’t imagine any other life than the one I have now.”
She glanced over at Elizabeth—a little guilty they’d excluded her from their unexpected conversation—and saw a look of wistful sadness on her face. This would not do. They didn’t invite people to play with them only to make them feel bad.
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