Apr
Betty, Veronica, and My Lucky Husband
My husband is such a lucky man. He has been blessed with a wife who is not only open to bringing another woman into his bed, but who actively pursues threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. The first time it went down, he and I were having a nice, quiet dinner out when I noticed an old friend eating alone. I will call her Veronica. After asking her over to join us and having a few laughs catching up throughout dinner, I convinced her to come back home with us to have a few drinks. My intuition told me that she had opened up over the years and that we had a certain chemistry that I could taste in the air.
While my husband was out of the room, making more cocktails, I sat down beside her on the couch and took her hand in mine, caressing it softly, and told her that she had gotten more beautiful since she turned 30. She blushed and smiled shyly, but didn’t take her eyes off mine. I leaned in slowly and seductively, parting my lips slightly just inches away from her panting mouth. Gentle kissing leading to both of us moving our hands up each other’s legs and under our dresses happened naturally and softly, yet it didn’t take long for us to become very passionate and I made the move to pull her dress up over her head. She then did the same for me and I wrapped my left leg, encased in sheer black thigh-highs, over hers.
My husband returned with drinks and was stopped in his tracks. Hearing him chuckle with satisfaction, I pointed at him, snapped my fingers, and directed his eyes down toward my black pumps without missing a beat, my tongue still down her throat and my hands now pulling her 36C breasts out of her lacy red bra. He knew what that finger snap meant. He stripped and got on his knees in front of us and watched in awe as Betty and Veronica continued heating each other up.
I pushed her down flat on her back and slipped off her red panties while she unhooked her bra. I then stood and stripped out of my black push-up bra and g-strings, but left my stockings and pumps on. I climbed on top of her, hovering my hips over her sweet, full lips and wet tongue. As I started to fondle her soft natural breasts, she began to gently move her tongue inside me while my husband sat crouched, stroking himself.
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Want to know more about Betty and Veronica? I bet you would like to know what pleasures my husband ended up having in that first amazing threesome. Call me now to find out!
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