Archive-name: 3plus/atb-101.txt

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Archive-title: Be Home Soon





     "So I'll be home soon, Babe.  Put on the dress I picked out for you

this morning.  No panties."  Click.   It was Jack on the phone.  He's on his

way home and he's bringing a friend you haven't met.  The two of you haven't

been getting on that well lately.  Maybe a little socializing will be nice. 

  The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have

in mind? It's high above the knees and tight around your bottom.  You'll

have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty

sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that's a little

slinky and open but goes well with your skirt.   Jack and his friend enter. 

Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep.  You're a little

flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of

strangers,  but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice

as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks.   Roman, it turns

out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon.  European and swarthy, he

flashes a friendly smile at every opportunity.  His most remarkable feature,

you observe, is the large bulge in his trousers.  After you've found him

appreciating the swing of your pretty breasts a time or two, then caught him

looking up your skirt unabashedly, you retaliate by openly appraising his

crotch.  You blush when you realize that he's throbbing as you look at him,

that a small stain of moisture is forming where his cock is pushing at the

material.  You turn your attention to the festivities.   The men brought

Chinese food, spirits and movies.  The three of you sit around the coffee

table, eat and drink as the videos roll.  The subject matter is a little

embarrassing at first, the usual case of bad story development compensated

for by pretty bodies.   Full and a little drunk, you settle back into the

sofa, comfortable between the two males. The next film is about sexual

domination. A young girl comes to a big city and is seduced by a wealty

businessman with baroque appetities.  She's tied up, fondled by friends,

lent out to strangers, then subjected to every imaginable indecency at a

convention of out-of-town gynecologists.  Unmoved at first, you're

positively fidgeting now.  You're suddenly aware that there'll be a moist

spot on the seat of your skirt when you get up.  How embarrasing.  

Suddenly, Jack puts his arm around you, cups one of your breasts and and

begins kissing your neck.  You've had enough of his lewd displays in front

of a stranger and struggle to free yourself.  Just as suddenly, Roman's arms

are constraining you, he shifts to the sofa's corner and pulls you back with

him.  Jack lifts your legs up, bends to begin kissing your sandaled feet. 

He runs his tongue around and over each toe, tastes what he can of your

lightly soiled soles, then dances his lips through the hollows of your

ankles till the pleasure is coursing through your body in waves.   You kick

a little, shout, "Let me go, you two!," but to no avail.  Jack moves up your

legs now, spreads them with his body till you're opened wide.  One foot over

the sofa's back, the other still on the floor, you watch as his face moves

warm and dancing of lip and breath up the insides of your pretty thighs. 

Roman looks steady and patient over your shoulder, still hugs you tightly to

him.  Your arms are bound fast, your breasts are almost painfully

constrained by the force of his grasp.  He can see your belly, your pubic

hair moving under Jack's approaching kisses.  His erection pulses at the

small of your back.   Finally at your unwillingly exposed pubis, Jack darts

his tongue between your lips, finds your darling little clitoris with his

first plunge, and proceeds to wipe her around and around with his entire

mouth.   He sucks and drinks at you slow, then hastens for intervals,

driving you wild with fast ecstasy, then slows again.  You're burning.  He

lifts you and places a pillow under your bottom, then releases his hold on

your legs.  You hold yourself open and inviting now, then go wild as he

spits on two fingers before thrusting them deep in your vagina.  He holds

your clitty unsheathed and your labia wide with his other hand, never lets

up on the passionate mouthing he's giving your entire vulva.  Your first

orgasm only sends shivers through your whole body.  The convulsions that

follow force the juices from your core in a milky flood.  Your love-maddened

husband drinks you thirstily.  His fingers thrust at your tightness, tickle

now your g-spot, now your cervix, then thrust some more.   Jack finally

straightens.  Roman releases his hold at the same time.  You sit up to

collect yourself but don't get very far before Jack pulls you up, turns you,

then places you back on the sofa on all fours and facing Roman's lewd smile. 

Jack lifts your skirt over your ass, spreads your knees wide before again

lowering his mouth to your pussy's drool.   Roman unzips his fly just inches

from your face.  His cock is as menacing and horse-like as it's form

promised.  He stands to remove his clothes.  Sitting again, it wags from his

hairy loins like a great bent beast.  The head is swollen wide and split

like an overripe melon.  Cum already dribbles from its center as he takes

one of your hands and places it round the shaft, then forces your grip up

and down his veined length.  Through all this, Jack has been tonguing your

lady wildly.   Roman places his other hand behind your head and pulls your

face down to his hanging testicles.  His scent fills your brain as you

inhale his hairy, sweating sack.  Foggy with the pleasuring your husband's

giving your wildly spasming pussy, you take one of Roman's balls into your

mouth and tongue the loose skin wetly.  You drink the stranger's muskiness

like a feeding carp.  After mouthing the other testicle, you move your face

up the trunk of his throbbing tool.  Still stroking it in your fist, you

alternate at its end between your hand's massaging and your mouth's deep

sucking.  Roman releases his grip on your head, leans forward a little to

grasp both your hanging breasts.   He carresses their pretty weight, pulls

each darling little nipple in turn.  You see colors.   "Golly," you think,

"Won't these boys ever get tired?"... (to be continued)                    



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