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On Travel

By: WVCpl4fun



As she inspected herself in the mirror, she had to be her own harshest critic. Sure, having a child had not left her body without changes, but some of them had been more welcome than others. Wearing just a bra and panties, she criticized her hips and thighs for the hundredth time that day. "Ugh" she said out loud, frustrated that she did not still have the lean, toned figure of ten years ago. Fortunately, the increase in breast size that had come with nursing had left her a full cup size larger. Her husband constantly assured her that she was beautiful, especially when he was focusing on the new enjoyment that he got from her full C cups. She squeezed them together, pushing up cleavage that was not there in her pre-pregnancy days and sighed.

At nearly 5'8", she was still far from overweight. Much to the contrary, as men gave her much more than a passing notice, and her husband could barely keep his hands off of her. In most meetings and around the workplace, she was the woman that the other women envied, but she never saw herself that way.

At least she had finally managed to settle her schedule to the point where she had been able to get back into the gym regularly. Her work schedule was hectic, and juggling motherhood with a career was tough, but her husband was handling child pickup duty on a daily basis, and she had to admit that her training sessions were leaving her looking and feeling better. After just a month of cleaner eating and hard exercise, she was losing pounds and inches. And her breasts seemed to be staying put. She smiled and turned away from the mirror, looking at her outfit for the night.

After almost a week away from home on travel, she was ready to get home. Just a few more days of the crappy food that came with eating out all of the time, plus the issue of being away from her trainer and her gym. The travel was a typical week-long seminar on financial policy. As a financial analyst, she ended up at a few of these a year. They usually were in fairly nice places, or else companies would never send their people away from productivity. This one was in Charleston, SC, and Michelle was having a good time, despite the somewhat secluded location of the conference center. 

Fortunately, her per diem left her enough money to cover the unbelievable $15 per day that the hotel charged to use the fitness center. After another day of hard gym time on the road, she was going to splurge on a nice dinner at a restaurant that knew how to cook a proper fish and the accompanying veggies. Her meals this week had almost negated her efforts in the gym this week, but tonight she'd get ahead. After 4 days of the chain restaurant food in the area, she was starved for a good meal.

Knowing that her biceps and shoulders were toning up quickly, she had decided to take advantage of the warm spring weather and show them off a bit in a ribbed tanktop with a swirling, paisley-like print. It had a slit at the low neckline that allowed her to show just the right amount of cleavage to draw a glance without looking like she was putting it out for all of the world to see. With a pair of denim capris and some strappy sandals, she felt good about her outfit and the work that she had put into her body to look as good as she did. She finished her makeup and hair and shouldered a new designer purse (her one indulgence was always carrying a nice purse, even if the rest of her clothes were not flashy) and was off to a nice local seafood place that she had heard talked about during her training.

She caught a complimentary shuttle from the front desk and got the return phone number, then entered the restaurant alone. The place was nice but not pretentious, with a long wooden bar with a fairly heavy crowd stacked up around it. The plan was a couple glasses of wine, a meal, and then back to the room to hit the sack early. 

Happy hour was in full swing and the tables were nearly full, plus there was a 20 minute wait, even for a table of 1. She had intended to eat at a table, but when a group of guys left their barstools, she gladly took one in front of a TV that was tuned to a college football special on ESPN. Figuring that it was better than staring at other patrons and eating alone, she decided to just eat at the bar.

The bartender in her section of the bar was a cute 20-something college girl with one button too many unbuttoned. She leaned in with a smile that revealed a pair of dimples that were sure to earn her an extra buck tip from every guy and asked Michelle what she could get her. Michelle asked for a merlot and a menu, and asked the bartender to have her name taken off of the waitlist. The bartender replied with a smile and a reassurance that she'd be well taken care of at the bar. Pushing away from the bar to get the wine, her squished up breasts were right there for Michelle- and anyone else- to admire. Michelle was sure that men came around regularly for a view like that, and the bartender probably loved the attention. Michelle remembered those days well and leaned back in her seat to watch ESPN.

A few moments later, the remaining vacant seats at the bar had been filled with what appeared to be 3 single guys drinking draft beers. Behind her, the male half of a 30-something couple leaned in between Michelle and the closest guy and ordered 2 glasses of wine, telling the bartender that they were going to wait for a table. The guy beside Michelle introduced himself and began to ask her inane questions about the sports show, but Michelle was saved by the arrival of the glass of red and the menu. She pretended to be engrossed by the seafood offerings while they guy spouted off all kinds of odd and incorrect "expert" opinions on the upcoming football season. 

After ordering a salmon, salad, and steamed vegetable side, Michelle had finally decided that she could no longer take the rantings of her neighbor, so she proceeded to debunk several of his more inaccurate assertions with anecdotes from the previous seasons. When the couple behind them began to snicker, the guy's friends joined in on the fun and the "fan" threw a $10 on the bar and stalked off. His buddy turned to Michelle and said with a laugh, "Thanks for shutting him up. Neither of us care about college football so we never know when he is full of crap. You put him in his place." 

"No problem- he was just getting on my nerves. I hope that you don't think I was being a bitch."

"No, not at all. Can I buy you another glass of wine? We are going to our table, but it is the least that I can do."

Michelle mulled over the fact that she was not driving and relented, figuring that it would go well with the fish. He got the bartender's attention, paid for their remaining tab, and left with a wave. The couple behind her heard their name called and exchanged a quick glance. 

"Do you want for me to pay the tab and I'll meet you at the table?" the man asked his partner. "Sure, or we could just eat here. Those guys are gone, and she seems like good conversation...plus we can save her from the next jerk who decides to hit on her," his female companion replied.

Michelle was slightly embarrassed. "I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude to him. Did it offend you guys?"

"No, not at all," the woman replied. She was shorter than Michelle, with short brown hair that fell to her chin. She was dressed in a white button-up shirt that was open in the front and wore a beige camisole under it. It was topped with lace, but was low-cut enough that her cleavage was clearly visible popping out the top. It was not the "look-at-me" look of the bartender- a more elegant display of her assets. Her tanned legs were covered- partially, at least- by khaki skirt that hit just above the knee. "I'm Katherine, but I go by Katie. Nice to meet you. Do you mind if we sit?"

"I'm Michelle- and please do- I could use some company. And like you said- you can protect me from the wolves. After another glass of wine on an empty stomach, I might need it!"

"This is my husband Josh. We're here for a conference, but wanted to get away from the resort. His company is here and all that they want to talk about is work. Are you local?" Michelle looked at Josh and noticed that like his wife, he probably stayed in pretty good shape. She smiled and shook his hand, feeling how soft his hands were.

"No, I am just out here for a conference as well. I'm here for a financial services conference- what about you guys?"

Josh replied "Pharmaceutical sales- mostly skincare, but my company deals in a lot of different medicines."

With the wine taking hold of her usually reserved demeanor, she blurted "That explains your soft skin." Immediately regretting it, she apologized to Katie. "I'm so sorry, that came out wrong!"

Katie giggled and replied "Don't worry- I know all about how soft his hands can be. Don't I honey?" She craned he head up and gave Josh a peck on the lips. 

Michelle felt slightly embarrassed, but it seemed that they were not bothered by her exclamation. After a few awkward seconds, she asked Katie how they heard about the place.

"We heard that the bartenders here make a great martini, plus we wanted some non-hotel-conference food. The buffets and seated dinners there are killer on the figure." She explained.

"Well," Michelle said, "you seem to be holding up just fine. I'd kill for your legs."

"Thanks, but I'd love to be taller...and to have your chest- and shoulders, I mean!" she said, blushing just a touch.

Michelle's head turned in surprise, but she was not sure what to say. Fortunately, the arrival of the bartender with her salad saved her from an awkward reply. Katie and Josh ordered an appetizer to share, and an entrée. While they had the bartender's attention, they ordered a pair of martinis and asked Michelle if she wanted anything. 

"Not right now- maybe after I get my meal." Her wine glass was nearly empty, but she was not ready to have a third drink in under 40 minutes.

As the bartender left to place their order, Michelle heard Katie say to Josh, "She is pretty cute, but try not to stare at her tits all evening. You'll make me jealous."

Josh slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close, stating "I've already got my eyes on the best sets in here, and I am sitting right here with them. Why waste my time looking at that flirt. There is way more substance right her."

Michelle was not sure if he meant to look her way as he said that, but when she looked up, he was looking at her- and her chest. Katie glanced at Josh and followed his gaze right to Michelle's open neckline. Her piercing blue eyes locked with Michelle's, and Michelle was not sure whether to be flattered or frightened that Katie was going to get into a fight with Josh right here. Her fears were vanquished when Katie's lips curled into a sly smile, she tucked her hair out of her face and behind her ear and she replied with a not so subtle "Yes, they are quite a nice pair, aren't they?"

By now, 2 full glasses of wine were giving Michelle all of the liquid courage that she needed. Married or not, she was being hit on. She was wearing a ring, and they were clearly married, but she was clearly on the receiving end of some pretty heavy innuendos- and outright flattery. She decided to gamble a bit to gauge their mood, just out of curiosity.

"So my husband has this theory about travel. It isn't the typical 'out of ZIP code' or 'out of area code,' or even the 'out of time zone' thing. He says that when on travel, flirting is permitted, as long as you'd say the same thing in front of your spouse. As far as acting on it, don't do anything that you would not do with, to, or in front of your spouse."

She continued: "Obviously, you guys are on travel together this time. What do you guys do if you travel separately?"

Josh fielded that one. "Well, I don't often NOT take her, but when we travel alone, we sleep alone. Maybe a few drinks at a bar, maybe even a cab ride together, but I usually end up with a case of blue balls, unless I call Katie and she and I have a little phone session. That may be some wine and martinis talking, but I think it is pretty accurate. What do you think, Katie?"

Katie looked up at him with a silly smile and replied "You naïve man, you. If it is a woman that hits on me, I do whatever she asks me to. A man gets very little attention, unless he is there with a hot chick. Then, I still pay attention to her, but he can benefit from her getting horny. He might get a little casual touch here and there, but I focus on her."

"So have you gone home with a couple before?" Michelle inquired.

"Just back to their room. The best he got was a front row seat to a minor makeout session with his girl, then it was her problem. I never met a couple that was hot enough to act on, at least not together."

"So what if you ran into a couple like you two? Then what?" Michelle asked, sipping the last of what was now her third glass of wine.

With their yet-to-arrive meals forgotten, the three were by now fairly buzzed, perhaps well on the way to drunk. Katie cut her eyes to Josh before leaning in to Michelle and, placing her lips just inches away from Michelle's face, whispering "If I were in your shoes, it would be tough to turn it down. But that is just me."

Michelle turned her face away from them, feeling a bit guilty. Her husband of nearly a decade was at home with their child and here she was, flirting relentlessly with a very hot, very willing couple. She thought back to many of the assorted fantasies that they had talked about, either while drinking, watching porn, while in the act, or all of the above. Knowing that they had had multiple threesomes, as well as several moresomes and uncounted girl-on-girl sessions that he had known about, she felt less guilty, but her head told her to think about her husband. At the same time, that head heard his voice clearly talking about the hotness of her giving in to her sexual desires, as long as it was her pussy and not her hear that wanted the attention.

She looked at Katie, then Josh, then back at Katie before making her reply.

"Let's get another round. I'm right...on...the...edge of doing more than considering what is going through my head right now."

"Sounds good. Another wine? How about you, Josh?"

This time, Michelle took the opportunity to lean in. Placing her hand on the toned, exposed thigh that Katie had presented to her, Michelle said that she thought that it was time to switch to martinis. "I'll have what you are having." Her eyes cut from Katie's eyes to her cleavage, then to her skirt, then to Josh's crotch. Moving back to Katie's deep blue eyes, she locked her gaze. "Dirty, three olives. I want to have something to suck on. And make sure that it is dirty."

Katie leaned in, placing her hand on Michelle's and sliding it up her thigh and under the edge of her skirt. "What do you say that after this drink we catch a cab back to our hotel. There is a bar there, plus, Josh's company sprung for a suite. We'll have more privacy there."

"Sounds good to me." Michelle cooed. "I think that we may need some privacy soon."

With the last round of drinks, the talk turned to somewhat less sexual subjects. They discussed placed that their travel took them, how long each had been married, where they went to school, hobbies, and other more sedate subjects. Their entrees arrived and they ate them with more attention to the company than the food. Throughout, Michelle and Katie continued their casual quasi-sexual contact- hands on legs, hands on hands, brushing each other's hair to compliment earring choice, hair style, clothing choice, and other "girly" topics. 

With the drinks gone, Josh paid the tab. He tried to pick up the meal, but Michelle protested. When he insisted, Michelle said that she wanted to pay the tip. Katie placed her hand on Michelle's, pushed it gently back into her purse, and in an alluring voice told Michelle that it was their treat.

"You'll have an opportunity to repay us later. That is, unless I misread you."

Michelle leaned in, pulling Katie by the back of her head. As their faces touched, Michelle laid a gentle kiss on Katie's lips, whispering "I'll be glad to."

The bartender handed Josh his credit card receipt, and with a wink told him to "Enjoy the rest of your night." He laughed as she continued, "You beat me to the one who was here first. I was sure that I'd have her here for drinks and mindless flirting for a while, but it looks like you guys will have her all to yourselves. And willingly, I might add."

Josh gave her a wink. "Maybe next time."

As they piled into a cab, Katie asked Michelle where she was staying. 

"The Sheraton. The conference center is attached."

"Oh, isn't that right across from us?" She asked Josh. "We are staying at the Wyndham. It's hosting the pill people convention. Right, hon?" 

Josh confirmed that they were in the same area. "It will be convenient for you to be right there by us. One cab." He winked.

"I don't think that the walk will be a problem. I doubt I'll be heading home until morning." Michelle remarked. "I do need to call my husband. He'll worry where I am."

"Is that who you were texting tonight?"

"Yes," she replied. "He already saw pictures of you guys. Well, at least of Katie. I kind of failed to mention that Josh was a part of the package."

Katie laughed. "Nice choice of words." She grabbed at his groin. Michelle had already noted the probable size and was anticipating the confirmation of her estimate.

With that, Michelle called her husband, who was still up. After small talk, she asked him if he had been drinking. Unable to hear both ends of the conversation, Katie and Josh gathered what they could form Michelle's half of the exchange.

"Yes, I have been drinking too...no, not too much. Well, too much to drive, but we are in a cab. YES, the hot brunette is here with me. Yes, she can hear me. No, she does not seem to mind. As a matter of fact, her smile says that she kind of likes it...Well, I am glad that you approve...No, I do not think that she will let me film it. And I am not going to ask...Okay, yes, I promise...nothing that you would not do, watch, cheer on, or participate in...Does she travel alone? What to do you mean? In that case, no, she is not alone...and before you ask, this IS on the list. Oh, so NOW you want more details? Sorry...I'll fill you in later- I promise...You need to get to bed, mister. You have to work in the morning. I love you, too. I'll call you when I am in and safe, or text you if I stay over...I doubt that I will, but you never know...Yes, I promise to enjoy it! Now let me enjoy this!...I Love you, too. Goodnight!"

Katie was slightly flabbergasted. "He really does not care?"

"No. Well, he cares, but not in a negative way. He loves even the thought of me with another woman. I have always told him about it when I have been with a woman, and he is normally there to watch, help, or participate. We have not done it in a while, but he and I used to play a lot. We'd go to swingers' clubs, then go home by ourselves and fuck like crazy. Or we'd make out with my girlfriends, either with or without their boyfriends. I'd make out with them, with or without him. It isn't an open marriage- it is an honest marriage where we acted on sexual desires, as long as the other approved."

Josh was hearing this and could barely contain his erection. He had slipped his hand up into Katie's skirt, but she was denying him access into her panties. Katie was not, on the other hands, avoiding sliding her hands under Michelle's tanktop. She had already managed to unfasten Michelle's top capri button and was well on their way to assessing grooming habits when they hit an unexpected pothole. The 3 of them were tossed into a heap and Michelle's mouth was left agape just in front of Katie's waiting lips. Their kiss was brief and passionate, and it seemed like just as their heads got spinning at full erotic speed, they were at the hotel. Josh practically beaned the cabbie with 2 $20s and leapt from the cab. The girls untwined themselves and made their way into the hotel, hand in hand. Michelle never bothered to rebutton her pants, hoping that the tanktop covered the open front.


On Travel



A short elevator ride later and they were in Josh and Katie's room. Josh pulled a bottle of pinot noir from a company gift basket and popped the cork. Katie told him to get lost for 10 minutes and he was dismayed but obeyed.

Katie wasted no time. "Do you have any reservations at all about this?" she asked.

"No. And if you ask again, my answer won't change." Michelle replied.

"Any rules, reservations, etc.?"

"If I ask Josh to stop, he has to stop. If I don't, he can do what he pleases, as long as you are okay with it. What about you- anything that you don't want Josh to do to me?" Michelle asked.

"No kissing on the mouth. And as odd as it sounds, I don't know how I feel about him fucking your pussy. I mean, I know he has fucked other girls, but I want you to myself. Just don't kiss him. Please. If his dick falls into your pussy, we'll decide then."

Michelle thought about this for half of a second. "So don't do this...to him?" she asked, taking Katie's head in her hands and kissing her passionately. Their lips locked and their hands began to roam, with both looking for a seam or opening to use to remove a piece of clothing from the other.

Michelle removed Katie's outer shirt first, sliding it off of her and revealing a tight, lacy camisole beneath. He hands went for Katie's stomach immediately, enjoying the smooth, tight skin and running her fingers under the cami until she was able to get Katie to take her hands off of her hair and lift the cami overhead.

With nothing but a bra and skirt (or so she thought) in her way, Michelle allowed Katie to remove her denim capri pants. Michelle's pink thong contrasted with her smooth skin, and Katie wasted no time in removing Michelle's tanktop. Her pink satin bra was all that held in her swollen breasts, and Katie knew that she would have to lick and suck on them in short order.

As Michelle reached under Katie's skirt, she was shocked to find that Katie was not wearing panties.

"Have you been commando all night?" she asked.

"No, I gave them to Josh earlier after I went to the restroom. That was my way of telling him that he was fucking me tonight, with or without you. If I give him my panties, he will do ANYTHING that I say, because he knows that I am going to fuck him as long as he behaves."

"Well then, this skirt is just a waste," she said, unzipping it and sliding it off of Katie. "And you might as well take off your bra. I can only imagine how great you tits look...and taste." 

"I thought that you'd never ask. But you definitely have the better tits. Josh could barely take his eyes off of them. And neither could I!" Katie exclaimed.

Michelle was hesitant to remove her underwear. "Why don't you remove it? You or Josh, that is..."

"So you are okay with us both being involved?" Katie asked. "Because I was willing to play with you, 1-on-1, then I'd deal with him alone after you left."

"If you are okay with he and I playing, I am. My husband has this "thing" when we watch certain threesome porns. He SWEARS that it would turn him on for me to be with a couple. Of course, now that I am actually living it, I can see why he gets so horny- this has me SOAKING wet!"

"Josh- get out here...NOW!" Katie yelled. Josh clearly did not have to be told twice. He had definitely been in the bathroom with his cock in his hand. It was rock hard, as was the rest of his body. 

"Damn," Michelle said. "You must stop fucking him long enough for him to get to the gym. Can I touch him?" she asked.

"By all means. What is mine is yours. Just no kissing." Katie proclaimed.

Michelle wasted no time pulling Josh close and running her hands over his tight body. Somewhere in the 6 hands, 4 tits, 3 asses, 3 mouths, and lots of sweat and sexual juices, Both Katie's bra and Michelle's bra and panties were gone. 

First, the girls welcomed Josh into the fray by laying him on his back on the bed. They took turns on his cock, inner thighs, his nipples, and on his chest and neck. While only Katie kissed him, Michelle did a great job teasing him to the point where he begged for her lips to meet his. When he did that, Michelle responded by deep-throating his 7" cock. It was far from huge, but 7" was enough to make her wish that her mouth were just a little deeper. 

Josh whispered something in Katie's ear, and Katie pulled herself off of her man long enough to let him scoot up on the bed. Before Michelle knew what was happening, her focus went from sucking Josh's cock to not immediately filling Katie's eager, lapping mouth with her cum. Katie had positioned herself behind Michelle and had wasted no time in sinking her tongue deep into Michelle's pussy. After all of the makeout sessions that had preceded that one simple act, Michelle was more than ready to explode. Redoubling her sucking efforts, she was overcome with a wave of absolute ecstasy that she had not felt in quite a while. Her husband could eat and fuck her for hours, making her come hard and often, but the sensory overload that came with cumming from the tongue of a strange woman while sucking her husband's cock was not one that her own husband could replicate.

Waves of pleasure overcame her and she began to cum...to REALLY cum. Her juices flowed forth from her cunt as Katie reached up and used her arms to latch her mouth onto Michelle's open, soaking pussy. The juices flowed freely, filling Katie's mouth with a new and arousing taste and scent.

After Michelle felt totally sucked out, she resumed the oral assault on Josh's cock. Katie had retreated to slow, lapping motions, prolonging a sensation of absolute pleasure. With each wave of near-orgasm that followed her real wave of cum, Michelle sucked harder and deeper, pushing Josh's cock so deep into her throat that she thought that he'd choke her.

She felt his hips rise, and despite the awesome opportunity that he had to fuck both women, he let himself cum. Cum, and cum, and CUM. Michelle's mouth, already engorged with saliva and precum, was suddenly filled with a huge load. Salty, sweet, hot, sticky, and thick, she took it into her throat and mouth like a teenager who had never done it before and was eager to please. Swallowing most but spilling some as a result of the sheer volume, she was instantly aroused, and turned her head toward Katie. 

In a voice that was more of an order than a request, she said "Lick me. You can use your fingers, too. Anywhere."

"Anywhere?"

"ANYwhere..."Michelle cooed.

Katie took this as a good sign. "Turn over, then. Let us please you."

Michelle's nonverbal response said it all. She turned on her back, arching slightly, and settled her head onto a pillow. He reached up and grasped the headboard and uttered two words that made both Katie and Josh look at each other, exchange a long, passionate tongue kiss, and get to work.

Michelle's statement? "Please me."

Katie instructed Josh to start at the feet. He responded with exuberance, kissing her ankles, calves, inner thighs, knees, and working his way past her sopping pussy to her round tits and firm nipples. Katie, on the other hand, worked from top to bottom, doing the one thing that Josh was not allowed to do: Kissing her mouth. His lips and tongue found Michelle's and diligently worked to arouse the slightly older but more buxom pleasure-giver. Knowing that Michelle's mouth had held the semen of her husband, Katie kissed Michelle with reckless abandon. She had never made him cum that fast and hard alone- what powers did Michelle's lips and tongue possess?

After just a few more minutes of kissing, Katie was convinced that Michelle was the best kisser that she had ever encountered. Even with no contact on her pussy, Katie was on the brink of cumming. The combination of tasting her lover's cum, Michelle's great mouth technique, knowing that her lover had cum in rapid fashion, AND that he was repaying the pleasure-giver, AND that she was the definite recipient of some hard fucking later brought Katie to the edge. Michelle's next words would have sealed the deal, even without the action that followed.

As Michelle felt the quivers in Katie's body, she pulled their faces together and kissed her deeply. After less than a minute, Michelle whispered to Katie: "Sit on my face. NOW!"

Katie wasted no time, and in just seconds, she felt the pleasure waves building deep in her nether regions. Katie firmly ordered Josh to "Lick Michelle's clit right now!" and he was wise to abide. As Michelle's orgasm built, so too did Katie's. While Michelle contained the sounds of her ecstasy, Katie was not so skilled. Her vocal expression of her orgasm probably woke sleeping people miles away, but as Michelle ate her pussy with long, lavish, deep strokes, her mind was miles away from caring. With a guttural roar (or moan, depending on how you think about it), Katie filled Michelle's mouth with her sweet, hot juices. Without missing a beat, Michelle swallowed it, feeling her own orgasm build to a crashing crescendo, filling Josh's mouth with liquid pleasure in copious quantities. So much, in fact, that it spilled out of his mouth and ran down his face.

Realizing how hot it was, Katie moved quickly to Josh's face and ingested any and all of the remaining cum that Michelle had released, and kissed Josh deeply for bringing Michelle to such an orgasm at the same time as Katie's own cum.

By now, Michelle was back to oral worship of Josh's cock. When she made her husband cum that hard, he was lucky if he was able to stagger to the bathroom. Josh, on the other hand, was still 7" at the ready.

Katie saw the confusion on Michelle's face and explained: "His company markets skin softeners, but they also produce cock hardeners as well. They call them remedies for erectile dysfunction, but guys with hot wives and hard cocks can benefit as well. How well could he market it if we never tried it?"

"Good point." Michelle remarked. "So how much more play do you want to do?'

"What do you have in mind?" Katie asked.

"Well..." Michelle began.

"Well you want to have his cock in your pussy? Is that what you want? My husband's hard cock, in your pussy?" Katie asked?

"I...I didn't mean..." Michelle stammered.

Katie leaned in, kissing Michelle deeply. "Fuck him. Have him fuck you. Take his cock. Let's both enjoy it. It is the least that I owe you," Katie stated, quite bluntly.

"But you don't own me anything!" Michelle argued.

"Fuck him!" Katie practically shouted. Turning to Josh: "Fuck her- hard, deep, well! Fuck her!"

Josh needed no prompting. He slowly spread Michelle's tight legs, using her own pussy juices as lubricant. Without a second thought, he reentered her, roughly and without reservation. For almost 5 minutes, he pounded her pussy as hard as she could. She screamed with pleasure, but he had no idea if she had cum, was getting close, or was just making him feel good about the effort. The whole time his lovely wife had her mouth on Michelle's lips, nipples, and tits. Michelle was by then screaming with pleasure. 

"Don't stop- please don't stop. Suck, fuck, lick, kiss- keep it all up! YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!"

After nearly 10 minutes, she pulled Katie's face to hers and kissed her deeply and passionately. "Is Josh going to cum soon?" she asked.

Josh answered for his wife" "Yes- not right now, but soon!"

Michelle decided to switch gears. "My husband has a fantasy, and I have the chance to live it and then relive it with him. Stop kissing me with your regular lips and put that sweet pussy on my face, Katie. And Josh, get some lube, push my knees up to my face and FUCK MY ASS!"

Josh and Katie glance at each other and complied with just a second's hesitation. 

Katie put her pussy on Michelle's face with her body facing Michelle's feet. With her hands, she played with Michelle's nipples and clit, while Josh changed direction and lubed his dick up, driving it slowly and deeply into Michelle's waiting asshole. Josh began slow, rhythmic strokes, increasing speed and intensity. Meanwhile, Katie rubbed Michelle's clit and tits in an ever rotating fashion. Michelle ate Katie to yet another mind-blowing orgasm and Katie repaid her by dropping her mouth to Michelle's already drenched clit. 

Between the ass-fucking and the clit eating, Michelle was brought to what could only be described as the dirtiest, most gushy cum of her life. She spasmed for over 2 full minutes, her pussy spurting cum down onto Josh's cock with enough volume that it lubricated deeper and more vigorous assfucking, which in turn made Michelle cum even harder. Katie was struggling to lap up and swallow all of the cum that leaked out of Michelle's pussy, feeling like it was the least that she could do to repay Michelle for her sexual expression.

What really drove Katie into the land of no return was when Josh shot another full load of cum right into Michelle's ass, filling it with copious amounts of his sweet, salty seed. Michelle took the injection in stride, then lifted her tight, dripping ass off of Josh's dick, and without missing a beat, used her hands to spread her bright pink cheeks and presented her asshole- and its cargo- to Katie for her consumption.

With her fingers furiously working her own clit to another thunderous orgasm, Katie hungrily sucked load after load and mouthful after mouthful of Josh's cum out of Michelle's tight, semen-filled asshole. Katie had never before licked a woman's ass, and had certainly never before given that much effort to sucking ANYTHING so clean of cum, but her oral action moved from ass to pussy to ass to pussy and finally to clit stimulation, which brought Michelle to a final shattering orgasm that pressed out any lingering remnants of Josh's seed that had lodged itself in Michelle's deepest orifices. Katie greedily lapped this up, and with his medically-induced boner having subsided, Josh his wife, pecked his new lover on the cheek, and then rolled over and passed out. 

Michelle and Katie spent the next 10-15 minutes ensuring that the other had reached their peak orgasm, and with that settled, began to cuddle, fondle, and kiss the other until each was assured that the other had been pleased to the greatest extent. After a few minutes of the two gently stroking each other, Katie asked Michelle "So are you sure that your husband won't mind?"

Michelle rolled to her side and kissed Katie deeply, replying "He will only be upset that he was not here to share in my absolute pleasing. But he has already told me about a few other fantasies that he has. Even after I tell him about how I lived out this one, he'll sulk a bit, fuck me harder than usual, then dream up way to make the rest of his fantasies come true."

"Anything that we- or I- can help with?" Katie asked coyly.

"Maybe..."