R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

"That's it, darling – just relax, and let me love you," Laura whispered, bending over to kiss her face, licking her eyelids, and moving down to her lips. Soon their mouths were pressed together, and then their tongues threshed around to touch excitedly.

Now, Terry's hands groped her backs reaching down to her behind, massaging her girl-friend there, in the same way she did for her husband when he was balling her.

"Fuck me – fuck me," she begged Laura and her insistence acted as a catalyst to Laura's emotions, sending her into a frantic round of thrusts.

"Like this, baby??" she panted, as she pushed it into her. "Sure, honey – you want to get fucked! Well, I'm fucking you now, baby – you bet your sweet ass I am – as good as any man can do it too!"

"Faster!" Terry begged, her hands gripping her behind roughly, urging her female lover on.

She clasped the dildo in her vagina as she would her husband's thrusting tool. And, if anything, it was more pleasurable she felt, as the way in which Laura would brush her breasts hers was igniting her. The nipples touched her nipples and she thought she'd flip out.

"I love this – I love it," she moaned in delight, as she felt herself nearing climax. "Oh, Laura, darling, fuck me – fuck me," she begged.

Laura knew she had a woman who not only swung, but might be more this way, than the other. This inflamed her own passions, as thought of having sex with her the first time she laid eyes on her. She loved, the way she gripped the dildo with the muscles of her vagina, and she enjoyed watching Terry turn her head this way and that, as her lust-crazed eyes begged for more hard thrusts.

"I love you, baby," Laura said softly, and to her delight, Terry said the same thing, in turn… "Oh, Laura – don't think I don't love you – I do!!"

Her passionate pleasure grew as she felt her body shaking in anticipation of the nearing, soaring climax.

"Now – now, drive it in there – fuck me – fuck me like a man – fuck it!"

Laura rode her, and then it happened. They both clasped in climax at the same fever-pitched moment, their breasts pressing once more against each other, their lips pressing passionately as their tongues slid, into each other.

"Ohhh, darling, that was beautiful," Terry sighed, as Laura pulled her dripping dildo out of her, getting up and walking across the living room quickly.

"This thing is dripping," Laura laughed, "I'm on the run – catch you later, honey."

Laura headed across her bedroom, dripping – and into the bathroom where she un-strapped the messy dildo. In the meantime, Terry watched the firelight, and listened to the soft music – and dreamed.

Terry got up, and followed Laura. She saw her in the bedroom, slipping into her blue negligee.

"My, but don't you look nice," she smiled, as she lay on the still-made bed, "I guess I'll bunk with you, baby – if you don't mind."

Rushing over to her, Laura smiled, "Oh, I'd love to have you with me all night – but I've got somebody coming over at two o'clock – I – I can't."

"You have?"

"Yes," Laura smiled, "It's business if you know what I mean…"

"I think I do – yes, I think I do – it's undoubtedly someone you met at the Roman Massage – right?"

"I read you – but, why can't I stay -?"

"Alright, luv – why not? I'm sure Jerry wouldn't mind – and I know I wouldn't."

"Thank you darling," Terry nodded. Glancing over at the clock she observed it was ten to two. "Oh – I – I guess I can't be naked like this when he comes."

"No, darling – wear this," Laura insisted, going to her closet, and picking out a violet negligee for her to wear. "This ought to look real good with your coloring."

"Yes – I'm sure it will," Terry enthused, standing, slipping it on with some help.

"Baby – you lie down here, and I'll clean up the living room – we've still got that beach towel spread out before the fireplace."

"And my clothes – they're all over the floor," Terry remembered.

"Mine are too, dear – I'll get them all picked up so the place looks like something when he comes over."

Laura hustled into the living room, and hastily she picked everything up. Then, she heard the chimes, and knew Jerry was there. Answering the door, she smiled on at him, "Hi – how are you?"

"Just fine," he smiled, as he stepped inside. It didn't take Laura long to observe she'd forgotten the booze bottle in the middle of the cocktail table, along with a couple of empty glasses. Scurrying over to the table, she tried to get them back to the bar before he noticed them.

"Well, I guess they got out of here just in time for me to make it," he commented crisply.

"Oh, no," Laura laughed, "My girlfriend Terry and I had a little drink…"

"Cozy…"

"It was – as a matter of fact, Terry is here now – in my bedroom."

"Is that right?" he chuckled, "Well, maybe if you've got her, you don't need me – two's company – three's a crowd!"

"No, silly," Laura laughed, gliding over to him to give him a closer look at her breasts and vagina in her see-through blue nylon negligee. When she was at close range, so he could get all the view he wanted, "Three is an orgy!"

"If you say so," he nodded, "but the price is the same-one hundred bucks. You can split, you can give her a quarter, whatever you want – that's up to you!"

"Oh, Jerry – you're an angel – she'll be so happy. She's a new girl at the massage racket. Broke her in tonight!"

"That's nice," Jerry nodded, "bring her out. I always appreciate good scenery."

"You'll appreciate her, because she is beautiful scenery!" Going to the bedroom, she hustled over to tell Terry, "He's hot for the idea, honey – he won't give me any more loot, but I'll give you half of it – okay?"

"You don't have to…"

"I know I don't have to do anything – but I want to," Laura reassured her, kissing her cheek softly, and whispering, "Be a good darling, and do anything he wants you to – okay?"

"Anything you say, is okay with me!"

"You're a darling," and Laura kissed her again. Then, she tugged at her, pulling her off the bed with her hand. "Baby, we better get out there or he'll think we're having the orgy – without him! And that would never do!"

They went into the living room together, and as they walked through the door, Jerry stopped them. "Don't move! Stand right there," he smiled, "The beauty of both of you comes out when you're next to each other – wow – let me drink this in."

"Oh, Jerry, what are you drinking," Laura laughed, "Meet Terry, she's my neighbor here at the Towers – and I got her started tonight at the Roman Massage Parlor, isn't that nice?"

"It sure is," Jerry grinned, unzipping his pants, "Come over here, Terry – I got something for you!"

Without taking his eyes off Terry, he kept unzipping, and finally he reached in and pulled his penis out of his pants. The huge throbbing male member stood out, its knobby head, glistening.

"C'mon, baby," he insisted, "It's all yours – every sucking inch…"

"Go ahead, darling – I'll mix some drinks for us while you're giving him a blow-job."

Terry could hardly get over how casually both Jerry and Laura thought about sex. She suddenly felt a revulsion sweeping through her. But Jerry felt only hot anticipation, as he looked at her, through her with his penetrating brown eyes, holding his penis out for her.

"Thata' girl – crawl over…"

"This really isn't my…"

"I don't care what is really or what isn't really yours – just so you suck my cock. Now, get over here and wrap your hot mouth around my prick and suck me off – understand?"

He said it so severely, for a moment she thought she was dealing with a sinister gangster. Her thought was amplified when Laura warned her, "Jerry can play rough…"