0 comments/ 54224 views/ 4 favorites Ambushing Deborah Ch. 1 By: Deborahs Husband I pulled into the hospital's administrative lot at 7:34pm. I had closed a huge sale today at the high-tech firm where I work and felt very good. I could see with satisfaction that the only light on in the executive suites was Deborah's. Her office was sandwiched between the CEO's on one side and the boardroom on the other. As I passed her window on my way to the main entrance the sight of her beauty made me involuntarily stop to peer through the partially drawn blinds. I dialed a pager number on my mobile, listened for the confirming tone, then pushed disconnect. She looked gorgeous even at the end of a 12-hour workday. She was pouring over a deposition, occasionally making notes on her yellow legal pad. She was dressed professionally in a royal blue fitted silk dress that buttoned up the front and reached fashionably to just above her knees. She wore nude-colored nylons, which I prayed were only thigh height. Her black leather pumps lay under the small conference table at which she sat. I smiled to myself as I noted she was careful not to show off her cleavage. She had always been determined to base her success on her brains and considerable abilities. But despite her efforts to the contrary, she exuded an undeniable sexuality that had an effect on those around her. In recent years, she had come to almost grudgingly accept the fact that this was the way the world was. Not that she ever complained, I just sensed she would rather have dealt with people without sexuality being an issue. She had grown accustomed to men, and some women, being distracted by her beauty and had learned to use that fact in negotiations and even in court. This said, she rarely left one with the impression that she was calculating; just single-minded and fair in her work and completely devoted to her marriage. Now her dark blond hair was tucked behind one ear. A few strands escaped and were cascading in blond sprays over her forehead and cheeks. She chewed absentmindedly on her pencil. As I watched, she removed her glasses and rubbed her temples softly with the tips of her fingers. Then drawing her legs up to her left side and under her on the seat. She began to rub one of her feet through her nylons. She did all of this with an athletic, fluid movement while keeping her knees together. I smiled and from memory heard Mom say, "She is a real lady. Don't let her go." I had to agree. Then I snorted, "Mom, after what I have planned tonight; you might need to change your opinion about that 'Lady' thing." Deborah had called to apologize for breaking our dinner date. She had sounded so physically tired on the phone yet so energized by what she was working on. My decision was made only moments after I hung up the phone. In the silence of my office, my blood pounded in my ears. I had dialed the number and set in motion a plan that had taken a lifetime to flesh out. In pursuit of a dream I was perhaps risking my happy, 10-year marriage to a beautiful, smart, 36-year-old woman who I loved. But could I let an opportunity like the one I faced pass? "Too late now Bubba," I chided myself, "It's already started." I blinked and continued on toward the main hospital entrance, mindful that the security guards would surely stop a loan figure standing in the cold ogling the hospital's newest board member. To explain that I was her husband would just eat up my valuable time and I had to keep on schedule. I walked through the automatic doors, nodded to Bill behind the guards' desk. He raised a hand in greeting and continued to speak rapidly into the phone against his shoulder. I walked down the hall to the admin wing where the décor changed from sleek stainless steel and tile to hardwoods and marble. I knocked on the glass door that led to the reception area for the executive offices. After a moment, Deborah appeared around the corner tentatively. I noticed she had properly replaced her shoes-professional, despite the late hour. When she recognized me holding the picnic basket, she smiled and strode forward to unlock the door. We kissed and said, "You knew just when I needed a break." We kissed again. She noticed the lustful look in my eye and smiled, "You didn't tell me you were lonely. Where's your key?" "Oh, I couldn't find it," I lied. "I was just thinking how nice it would be to have you rub my feet," she said. "I already know that," I answered following her down the hall. "You should learn to close your blinds all the way". She blushed and giggled "I didn't do anything embarrassing did I?" "No" I assured her. Sobering then, I said, "You just looked really beautiful." Coyly, her eyes fell to my trousers "I'm sure of one thing, we need to get you a more supportive pair of briefs." "Did you bring me a surprise? In the basket, I mean, not in your pants-I already know what's in there," she teased. I said, "In fact, I did bring a surprise. Now go put away your work and let me get it ready." She hurried off excitedly and I went directly to the boardroom. I checked the blinds, spread out a blanket in the center of the big mahogany table. I set out a bottle of red wine, glasses, and a large bowl of chocolate strawberries. Finally, I lit four large scented candles and spread them out around the blanket on the table. When she walked into the room she put on a theatrical surprised expression. I could see she was genuinely touched. The curiosity and satisfaction on her face would have been hard to fake. "I thought we could share dessert since we had to eat dinner alone." She smiled a thank you as I helped her up on the table. We sat down on the plush blanket. She sat in the same modest way I had observed earlier, knees together. I poured the wine. "You remembered my favorite wine," she observed after swallowing. It was one we had found at an obscure winery on a weekend trip to the Napa Valley three years earlier. "What are you up to?" I brought a strawberry to her mouth and she cooed crushing the ripe in her teeth. We toasted and drank deeply, the wine warming us. We smiled at each other in the dim light then we drew together and kissed deeply. I pushed her backward onto the blanket; my tongue leading hers in a slow tender dance. We had made love in her office before, even on this very table, so there was no doubting my intentions. I felt her hands pull my shirt out of my pants and find their way to my bare chest as we kissed. I removed my tie. Poised over her, I gently fondled her breasts through the silk of her dress causing her mouth to part in a soundless moan. I allowed my hands to travel down her hips to her knees which were still held modestly together. With a gentle pressure I ran my hands up her inner thighs under her dress. I loved the sensation of nylon against silk and the trembling flesh of this beautiful woman. Slowly I coaxed her legs apart until the hem of her dress rode up to reveal the hem of her thigh-high stockings. I smiled, "Could this be any more perfect?" Kneeling between her splayed legs I reached up and began unbuttoning her dress. She sat up to kiss me and I pushed the dress off her shoulders revealing her blue silk bra. Deborah had an athletic, flat stomach and magnificent full breasts. Her demi-bra held the fleshy globes of her breasts only from the bottom halves while the top of each breast was squeezed upward by the confining fabric. The effect was intensely erotic. "It's a shame you keep all this covered," I whispered. "They are only for you," she answered, her breasts heaved as she urgently shrugged out of her dress sleeves. This left her expensive silk dress bunched up around her hips-I liked it there. By now her legs were spread wide enough that I could see the blue silk of her panties. I also noted with satisfaction that there was a dark wet patch in the cleft between her muscular thighs. I took her right breast in my hand weighing it, then firmly kneading the tender flesh. I pulled the fabric of her bra down just enough to free each brown button now stiffening and erect. I let each hand span the expanse of each globe then dragged my thumbs and little fingers across their hemispheres meeting finally to pinch and pull at the sensitive flesh. Deborah gasped, her face deeply flushed as her hips bumped in an ancient rhythm against my thigh. "My nipples are so sensitive," she moaned. I glanced at the wet patch on her silk panties. The wet fabric revealed plainly the shape of her pouting lips, the slight indention of her vaginal opening and as my gaze traveled north toward her navel the unmistakable button of her swollen clitoris. Her panties were more than wet, they glistened with her fluids the thin material adhering thickly to the lubricated skin. Not wanting her to move her legs, I extracted a pocketknife and cut the high waistband on each side of her hips then peeled her panties off of her. I wadded them up and stretched up to gently stuff the silk into her mouth. To my surprise, she opened her lips to accept the moist fabric. I knelt to nuzzle her smooth pussy and I could hear her noisily sucking on the blue silk. I had, on occasion, offered her my fingers wet from her heated love box. In the past she had tentatively licked but made it clear that she did not like the taste of her own pussy. For today, at least, it seemed like that had changed. "Good," I thought, "that will make tonight easier." My tongue traveled along one toned thigh and over the crease where her leg met her vaginal mound to lick the smooth hairless mound just above her clitoris. Teasingly I fluttered around the entrance then back down her other thigh. Extending my tongue as long as I could, fluttering the tip down into the separation between her ass cheeks. Responding, she thrust her hips upward. I allowed my tongue to flutter maddeningly at the tight entrance of her anus. I heard her grunt impatiently then continued to suck loudly on the wad of wet silk in her mouth. Hungrily, I kissed her vagina with my whole mouth. My tongue entwined with her clitoris and alternately probed her wet opening. The sudden firm and unhesitating stimulation triggered in her an intense orgasm. She moaned so loudly that I was glad I had stuffed her mouth with her own panties. She grabbed my head, pressing my mouth harder onto her pubis as she shuddered in rapture. When she had finished, she made movements to free my straining penis from my trousers while spitting out the wad of silk. It was then that she became aware of the other nude people in the room. To Be Continued... Ambushing Deborah Ch. 2 Panicking, she asked, "What the hell is this, James?" "Honey, it's ok. I invited them," I said, "It's Joe from the health club, remember a few weeks ago in the steam room-I think you two have met?" For a minute I thought she would slap me, "James, that was a mistake. I told you I wanted to forget it! You're my husband and I don't want to be with anyone but you"-she paused as she caught herself in thought. "The sauna was just a mistake." As she spoke, she allowed her eyes to wander across the room. She fell silent. During our lovemaking, Joe and his girlfriend, Pam had used my key and entered the executive suites. They correctly guessed the plan was in full swing by the sounds coming from the boardroom. Joe and Pam had silently shed their clothes and were now in the doorway. Deborah watched his massive prick as he slowly pumped its length with his fist. Pam knelt obediently in front of him her mouth pouting and open as he smeared his precome on her lips like chapstick. The two of them were ignoring our conversation, putting on a show to rival ours. I glanced at Deborah. Her mouth seemed to have gone dry and she was looking jealously at his enormous penis and the sticky pasting he was giving his girlfriend. "Do you want to go over there?" I asked. It was a long time before she answered. Guiltily, she looked at me "Yes. I haven't stopped thinking about his cock since that night." "I knew it, Babe," I said, kissing her. "It's all right, Go play with him." She nodded, focused on the scene in the doorway. Then eagerly slid off the table and crossed the room to take her place to kneel at Pam's side. Soon my wife's lips were being painted with his slippery fluid too. I shed the rest of my clothes and sat down on one of the leather chairs near them to watch. Joe was a handsome body builder we always saw at the club where we work out. He stood about 6' 4" around 240 lean pounds of muscle. He wore a crew cut, obviously spent time in the tanning booth but also worked outside in construction. Like some competitive bodybuilders, he had removed most of his body hair. I estimated his cock stood out at least 11 inches, I know he had me by at least 2 inches past of my own 9 inches. He seemed to live in the gym. Deborah and I joked that no matter when our crazy schedule permitted us a turn at the club, even at odd hours, we would probably see "muscle guy" there. But that was before we knew his name and before he fucked my wife's throat in the sauna three weeks prior. Pam was one of the kickboxing instructors at the club. The best way to describe her would be to describe a striking latina "Barbie doll." That is, if Barbie was an Amazon Kinesiology grad student who could kick Ken's ass whenever she wanted. She was tall and feminine but strong and athletic. She had sleek dark hair, which she usually wore in a tight ponytail at the back of her head. She was about 6 feet tall, had large surgically enhanced breasts, light olive complexion and was very confident both in the way she carried herself and in her manner of speech. She had a discreet little tattoo on her lower abdomen in the bikini area. I learned later it was her college swim team logo. In a million years, I would never have imagined this girl kneeling submissively in front of any man allowing him to smear her face with warm semen. Deborah and Pam looked like two petitioners worshipping at the altar of some Greek god. My wife and I are considered a very handsome couple, but I realized suddenly that I felt very lucky to be in the same room with Pam and her boyfriend. Joe was very hard now and was slowly masturbating over the girls' open mouths. The girls hungrily licked off what he kept smearing on their expectant lips. It was Deborah who first captured its purple head as he dipped to wipe a thin film of semen across her lips. Hungrily she thrust forward to claim it. At the same time a low moan escaped through her nose. I saw in her face the satisfaction of reclaiming a prize she had reluctantly forbidden herself to ever have again. She closed her eyes and allowed his member to thrust in and out of her. Her hand sank between her thighs. I was struck again by how much the girth of it stretched her beautiful mouth. Pam glanced at me and winked, her hand travelling along Joe's washboard stomach. With a knowing grin, she watched her boyfriend's penis side in and out of Deborah's mouth. Her other hand slid up his thigh and caressed his balls lovingly. Deborah made wet noises with her mouth as she sucked him. Confidently, Pam touched my wife's shoulder. Her long fingers lightly brushing Deborah's neck as she cradled the back of her head, fingers entwining with her hair. Gently, then more purposefully, she guided my wife's head in rhythm along the length of his erection. "Joe came right home and told me what he did to you in the steam room that night," she said. "I was jealous at first, but I got over it. Now, I'm just really, really turned on. I want to watch him fuck you with his big cock." Deborah could only manage a muffled "uh-huh" through her nose. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full," she said, dropping her hand to my wife's lower back. Almost absentmindedly, she ran her fingertips down Deborah's calves to her ankles and played with the heel of one of her pumps. "You really look great in those stockings and bra," she said to my wife. Casually, she let her fingers brush across the swell of my wife's ass. Finally, her hand rested boldly between the two cheeks and I could see her middle finger slide deeper to nuzzle Deborah's most intimate area. Joe's cock came out of my wife's mouth with an audible sound, its purple head straining up toward his navel. Deborah began to stand up, "Don't touch me again! I'm not gay." She looked at me for support, "I don't want any women touching me, understand?" I was momentarily stunned, sitting there with my erection in my hand. I started, "You don't need to do anything you don't..." "Oh no you don't, Baby," Pam interrupted. On her feet now, she and Joe each grabbed one of my wife's wrists. Deborah struggled briefly then gave up after feeling the power in their unyielding grip. She looked for me, wanting help and noticed that I was still seated, slowly stroking my cock. The room was charged with the selfish urgent energy of desire and she looked like a helpless animal in a trap. "This is really happening fast," she said, "I think we need to stop now." I stood and kissed her lightly, "It's ok baby, we're not going to hurt you." Her mouth stood open, she had a dazed, resigned look on her face. We maneuvered her backwards onto the conference table. Her eyes held mine, pleading. Pam huskily ordered us to hold her down. Joe pinned her wrists above her head and I held her ankles apart on the opposite side of the table. Pam climbed up on the table and straddled my wife. She towered over us up there on the table, for the first time I had a good view of her naked ass. The view was as magnificent as I had imagined it would be. I breathed in a clean, musky scent that made me dizzy and, impossibly, made my cock harder. She knelt then, straddling one of Deborah's splayed legs. The brown flower of her anus winked at me. She took the dress bunched up around Deborah's waist in her strong hands and pulled. The expensive dress ripped away to expose my wife's bare torso. One of her buttons noisily skittered across the table and fell to the carpet. Deborah's chest heaved, her stomach flat, quivering with expectation at what she might have to endure next. Her knees made a valiant effort to close, but I held her firmly, her smooth hairless vagina exposed and open. Pam rocked forward a hand on either side of my wife's upswept arms. The dark silk of her ponytail slid off her shoulder and spilled down to brush Deborah's breasts and neck. Deborah flinched. Purring to herself, Pam dragged her long natural-colored nails lightly down one elbow to the hollow behind Deborah's breast. Using only her fingernails, she traced along the blue silk fringe to capture her taught brown nipple lightly between two fingernails. She teased and pulled at the sensitive flesh unmercifully. Deborah's eyes were tightly closed and her breath came in small shallow gasps. I saw goosebumps now on the pale flesh under her arms and even stood out on the soft swell of her breasts. Pam did the same with the other breast and spent long minutes running her nails up and down Deborah's arms, breasts and stomach. Shifting to Deborah's side, she ministered similarly up and down my wife's athletic inner thighs and calves. When she reached my hands holding Deborah's ankles, she bent and licked the trail of precome from the swollen head of my penis. For a brief electric moment I was encased in her mouth then she was off again. My cock ached for her. Her tongue danced playfully around the small opening on the head of my cock. Then she turned her attention back on my wife. Up to now, Pam had deliberately avoided Deborah's vagina. But now she gently brushed the back of her finger against its opening. Deborah gasped and struggled weakly. When she brought the knuckle to her lips I could see a clear slippery coating on her knuckle. Pam winked at me for the second time and licked my wife's come from her finger. Then she repeated the motion. This time offering her slender finger to Deborah. With her eyes closed, Deborah was unaware of what was expected of her. Pam wiped the knuckle across her mouth, leaving a shiny wet smear. Almost involuntarily, Deborah's tongue moved tentatively out to taste what was on her lips then it retreated leaving much of the sticky film on her mouth. Next Pam took two of her fingers and ran them up the slit of Deborah's vagina just inside the outer lips but only brushing past the inner folds and up toward the sensitive button. A low moan escaped Deborah's throat. Pam's fingers came away very wet. My wife's vagina gaped obscenely, swollen and flushed. Her knees twitched but didn't attempt to close. Pam pushed her wet fingers into Deborah's mouth. There was a moment's hesitation. Then my wife began to suck Pam's long fingers eagerly. Pam cooed in delight and this time dipped her fingers deep into my wife's vaginal canal. My better half gasped at the intrusion but did not struggle. The fingers were very long and I could see the knobbiness caused by her smooth brown knuckles was creating a delicious sensation that was driving Deborah crazy. This time Pam cleaned her own fingers. A look of disappointment crossed Deborah's face when nothing was stuffed into her waiting mouth. She was rewarded a minute later when Pam knit three fingers together and worked them into my lover's tight channel. Deborah sighed very loudly then and ground her hips against the girl's hand. The two of them wrestled in this way for several minutes then it was Deborah's turn to clean the taller girl's fingers. The next moment brought another small disappointment for Deborah because when the fingers slid from her mouth they did not return to her hot tunnel. Instead, Pam inserted two fingers into her own vagina. Deborah pouted, eyes closed and waited. When the fingers were reintroduced at her mouth they were coated with the younger girl's sticky come. The clean musky odor that wafted up to me told me Pam would have her own distinct wonderful taste. When Deborah smelled Pam's offered fingers she opened her eyes in realization. At the same instant her mouth opened to greedily accept the offered fingers. She sucked hungrily on the girl's fingers, their beautiful faces very close, eyes locked in horny concentration. Pam kissed her then pushing a long pink tongue past her surprised lips. With a thumb and wet fingers she pinched and rolled Deborah's erect right nipple. Deborah enthusiastically kissed her back, her flat stomach and thighs quivering in excitement. "I think we've turned a real corner here," Pam said licking her lips. Deborah writhed on the table her eyes never leaving the other girl's. "Why don't you boys let go of her now, I think I can handle this," Pam ordered sweetly. As soon as they were released, her hands went straight for Pam's large breasts. She hefted each one in turn. She seemed entranced at their weight and tight, youthful upturn. When Pam bent to offer a large brown nipple to suckle, my wife accepted with delight. She worked her mouth over the girl's hardening nipple. Then her hands were exploring Pam's shapely back and hips, travelling urgently over her ass and muscular thighs. I looked over at Joe. We both were pumping our stiff neglected cocks, watching the two beautiful women make love. Swiftly, Pam stood up. Towering for a moment over us all as she had done before. She was all impossibly long legs, sexy latina curves and olive skin. She planted a bare foot on each side of my wife's head and squatted on her toes over Deborah's face. Once again, Deborah hesitated, unsure she wanted to open this door. For a long moment her eyes fixed on the younger women's gaping slit poised just inches from her face. The inner lips pouting and swollen, clearly visible through her closely trimmed pubic hair. The incredibly obscene way in which she was squatting over my wife's face spread the cheeks of her rear end widely apart. The sacred cleavage just a shade paler than the surrounding flesh, the elastic flesh of her sphincter taunted my aching cock. Deborah's tongue darted out tentatively pushing at the flaps of Pam's cunt. "Lick my cunt, Baby. Taste it!" I realized she was using the same bossy intonation she used when leading her kickboxing class. Encouraged, my sweet wife mashed her mouth hard against the soft flesh of the other girl's cunt. Pam let out a long breath rocking on her toes slightly. "That's it, Sweetie--Do it!" she ordered in her bitchy aerobics instructor voice. Although this was the first time my wife had ever eaten pussy, what she may have lacked in experience she made up for in urgent passion. One hand held her new friend's ass in position while the other curled possessively around her thigh. Pam moved her hips in a building rhythm grinding her slit lewdly against my wife's mouth. Deborah's jaw moved as she passionately frenched the other woman's fuck hole. Joe climbed onto the table then, and fed his prick to his fevered girlfriend. I bent to push my tongue into my wife's vagina. I looked up from between my wife's legs. Deborah's chin and mouth were slick with the Pam's feminine juices. Her hand was white from the pressure of holding the squirming girl in place over her face. Pam was definitely building tempo, the flaps of her vagina undulating as they slid along my wife's face. In the next instant Pam spit out her lover's cock and expelled a great burst of breath in orgasmic release. The beautiful muscles in her back and legs convulsing as the waves of passion coursed through her. She bent to suck forcefully on her boyfriend's cock as she slid around on my wife's face. When her trembling subsided. I rose and put a hand on either side of her hips, guiding her off Deborah's face and her lover's cock then into a standing position. I guided my engorged erection in to her vaginal tunnel. Other than Deborah, I had never made love to another woman. Her muscles gripped me like a warm friendly hand. She arched her back toward me, her ass grinding against my pelvis. Over her shoulder, I could see her large firm breasts jutting out and up from her proud chest. I reached around her waist for two handfuls of breastflesh. We began to fuck, standing over my dazed wife. Her hair smelled clean and and exotic. I caught one of her earlobes in my teeth. We made love for several minutes in this position, until I groaned that I wanted her off of the table. Reluctantly we parted, but her hand caressed my cock as we stepped down off the table and onto one of the big leather chairs. I noticed that Joe had come around the table and had pulled my wife to the edge of the table, her rear end hung suspended off the table. He had a big hand under each of her knees and had begun to stuff his huge cock into her. Deborah's hands each cupped a breast. Her chin was on her chest as she watched his cock enter her. Her mouth open in a tense 'o,' she held her breath until she was completely impaled on him. After he started to move she seemed to have great difficulty catching her breath. Each thrust made her gasp sharply as their hips came together. "You are so big," she gasped over and over. Pam bent over the table and began kissing and biting my wife on her neck and breasts. She placed one of her long brown athletic legs up on the table. I entered her again from the rear, my hands playing across her buttocks and hips. I fucked her very slowly and deliberately with my whole length, the head of my penis withdrawing completely on each stroke. I knew I would kick myself later if I didn't at least try, so I grabbed my erection and rubbed its wet slippery head against her anal opening. Immediately, she spit Deborah's nipple out of her mouth and turned her head, "No--don't! It hurts," she gasped. But I had already pushed past the tight protective ring of muscles. Her anus contracted at the end of my wand. The leg on the ground began to quiver slightly. I bent forward and kissed her shoulder "I'll stay right here until you tell me it's ok," I whispered. She turned her head then and kissed me on the mouth. It was all I could do to hold my hips back from what they wanted to do. After a few moments her anus relaxed. Slowly, her eyes closing in concentration, she backed up impaling herself on me while I held myself motionless. We paused there for a moment. I realized she hadn't taken a breath when she finally let the air out of her lungs shakily. She looked back at me with beautiful dark eyes and quietly said, "Fuck me." I slowly withdrew my penis. Her anus gaped open for a second then contracted again. Again, I buried myself in her bowels with a single slow deliberate stroke. A breathy groan escaped her open mouth. I withdrew once more. This time I paused to circle the soft tissue of her soft brown anus. We were still very lubricated. I looked down at her now useless vagina. That, above anything, had always exited me about taking my own wife that way. To see a woman's pouting neglected vagina lie unused while I plundered her anal treasures was for me, one of the greatest turn ons. It was as if I was turning my nose up to the sacred and embracing the profane. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I entered her again. This time forcefully. She gasped sharply in what was almost a scream. I rose up on my toes then and started to ride her hard. My pace quickened as I built very quickly to orgasm. Soon she began to match my strokes enthusiastically. "Yea, Baby. Fuck me hard in the ass-yes!" the aerobics instructor voice was back. Her hand moved fluttering over her clitoris, her head bent to again suckle my wife's nipple. This was all way too much for me and after just a few more long strokes I felt my testicles tighten and the first of many jets of come erupted drenching the interior of Pam's virgin butthole. Selfishly, I didn't bother to pull out instead I emptied myself into her. I shuddered there inside her for a few frozen moments. I allowed the contractions in my loins to finally subside. I continued play with the firm youthful breasts in my hands pulling and kneading each hard nipple. Pam's fingers continued frantically playing with her clitoris until she too reached the release she sought. For the second time that night her body was racked with orgasm. She stifled her pleasured sighs by planting a deep kiss on Deborah's open mouth. Joe incidentally was just finishing up brutally fucking my tender wife. He grunted once, withdrew and pumped several copious jets of sticky white come on my wife's belly and bra. Some even landed with a heavy splat on his girlfriend's shoulder. I saw also that he had actually spilled a lot of his seed inside my wife. I shook my head. This guy was starting to impress me. Deborah was very close to orgasm now. Pam ran her hands over my wife's breasts and stomach, now slippery with his come. She bent to suckle at my wife's cum-drenched breast. Pam's slippery hand traveled down to rub and probe my bride's aching pussy. Deborah came then very powerfully. The two women clung to each other kissing. I looked over at Joe and joked, "I think a high five's in order." We both snorted, chuckling. Ambushing Deborah Ch. 2 As we said our good-byes nodding to Joe. Pam hugged us both thanking us for the wonderful time. She confirmed my suspicion that she had never been taken anally before. "I'm not sure, but I think I really liked it. That was a very bold move, boy," she said. "I will never let Joe do it though. His cock would kill me." For the first time that night, I was very glad I didn't have Joe's dick. "So, we'll have to do this again soon, ok?" she looked at Deborah for approval. She just stepped forward and kissed Pam on the mouth, "I'm going to need time to think about this, but I think so." "See you two at the club tomorrow," she yelled over her shoulder as she and Joe walked to their car.