0 comments/ 23981 views/ 2 favorites Our Girlfriend Ch. 01 By: HalElle This story follows the events of Vegas Hardcore. Henry and Elle have returned from Vegas. Chapter One My clock alarm on my phone went off; I could tell that it was still dark, as I touched the off icon. Just as I turned back over to catch another couple of minutes of sleep, Elle, lying on her side, with her back to me, reached back and slipped her hand around my half hard cock. Within seconds I was faced with a dilemma. I had had a few too many shots of tequila with my favorite bartender/waitress Camilla, last night, at this new sports bar she moonlights at on Friday nights and I could really use the extra sleep. On the other hand, my wife who was now softly stroking me, felt really good. She was using a really delicate touch that was just enough to keep me hard without making me come. After about ten minutes later she turned over and began licking and biting first one of my nipples and then the other. My decision was made for me. I reached down and pulled her chin up to my face and kissed her. We licked each other's lips and pressed our tongues into each other's mouth. I lay on my side and pulled her into my body, and began to play with her pierced right nipple. Her moan was muffled by my mouth. We slowly wrestled with each other until she slid up and sat on my face, my mouth recreating on and in her pussy what I had been doing to her mouth. Elle spit into her hand, leaned back, grabbed my hardness and started rubbing it again. I was in my own little world at this point. The room was dark, I could see nothing; my wife's muscular thighs covered my ears, effectively making me deaf; and my mouth was having the most intimate conversation it could have with her pussy. Elle let go of my cock and rose slightly sliding back on my body until her pussy reached my cock. She slipped the head into herself and bent over to kiss me. She was velvety soft and so warm inside. I started to raise my hips and she whispered that she would be doing the fucking this morning. I stopped pushing and ran my hands along her hips and waist. Elle reached down and took my wrists and pulled them up behind my head. Lately she has expressed interest in exploring her dominant side and I was interested in helping her learn about herself as well as see how I would react to a different side of her. I thought it would be interesting to see how I, an admitted alpha male would respond to giving up control, completely. Elle was gripping my wrists and holding me in place while slowly, painfully slowly fucking me. I would have sped up, fucked harder, but she was on top, controlling the action. Don't misunderstand I was definitely enjoying this early morning sex. Elle was placing little bites on my chin, my neck, my cheek. It wasn't painful but the pace and tenderness of her torture sent me over the edge. I came inside of her, and despite my attempt to keep still. My body betrayed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. When I opened my eyes, Elle was staring into my eyes. She merely whispered: "You came before me, without permission..." she slipped up and off of my cock, placing her clean shaven pussy over my mouth once again: "Clean my cunt, slut." She growled. The first of my semen slowly dripping from her swollen lips touched my mouth. I had tasted my own cum in Vegas from a post blow job kiss, but this was a big step from that. Still, it was my own cum and my own wife's pussy. I licked the first drops into my mouth and swallowed, I could feel Elle shudder from the realization of what I was beginning to do. Not bitter, not really very salty...it had almost no taste really. I licked around the lips and Elle's opening and that was enough for my bride as she began to grind her pussy onto my face. I shoved my tongue inside of her and more cum came down into my mouth. I was licking, probing, swallowing and along with those sensations the realization that her macho, ex-jock husband was eating his own cum out of her pussy sent her into a long wet orgasm. The former gymnast gracefully rolled over on to her back, lying next to me. "Fuck that was good..." she whispered. "Did you like that?" she asked. "It was okay," I answered honestly. "Would you like to eat some from the source?" She whispered in a soft but excited manner. "You mean, would I suck some other guy's cock? Only if he had 40 inch DD tits..." I responded, also honestly. "Would you fuck a guy for me, so I could watch? Maybe in a threesome with me?" she asked softly. "I would do a threesome with you...female or male...I don't know if I could get it hard to fuck a guy," and I paused, "But for you I'd try...no cocksucking though." I finished. "What if I make him suck you?" I sighed and rose from the bed to go to the bathroom, "I'd have to see...." Elle whispered, but I still heard her say, "Oh, yes we will...see." I turned back and saw that she had her eyes closed, her right hand between her legs and her left hand pinching and squeezing her nipple.... After a shower, then walking and feeding Achilles, our Siberian husky, I made coffee. It was 8:30am when Elle came downstairs. She was all showered and primped and dressed. She was wearing a tight, grey, buttoned down, dress shirt along with a tight, narrow, black skirt. She was carrying some black high heeled pumps in one hand and one of her giant Coach carryalls in the other hand. I asked where she was headed off to on Saturday morning. As she poured a half a cup of coffee into her travel mug and said she had a meeting at her old office with Chase her former boss, to discuss which clients she was taking with her and who was staying with his firm. This was all based on a decision that Elle made in Las Vegas, during our recent trip there, to open her own office. We had been home from our very wild adventure, in Las Vegas, for two months. The toughest thing she did upon returning home was to tell everyone that she was going out on her own and opening up her one office. She was a financial advisor and was the top revenue producer at the firm. We talked at length and both felt it was time for her to strike out on her own. She had had a very tough time telling her boss, Chase. He had given Elle her start and she was fiercely loyal to him, but it was really the right time. Chase also had a huge crush on Elle which we both knew. I knew because one day while shooting pool with me and a lot of beers, a less than sober Chase told me he would give anything for one night in bed with Elle. I didn't get mad at all, I understood. Elle stands 5'3" in bare feet, although she is usually wearing 4-5 inch pumps, one of my two major fetishes. She has flaming red hair to her shoulders, to frame a beautiful Scottish-Irish face. Her body is lightly tanned (she is half Scottish and half Irish) and she is a walking, talking super heroine. In fact, I use her body as a model for my lead female character in one of the two comic books that I write and draw. She lifts weights daily, along with an intense swimming regimen and practices yoga. Her breasts, my other major fetish, are enhanced 34Ds with proud, erect nipples, of which, the right one is pierced by a platinum ring. Elle has three ways of dressing: professional woman in smart suits or wrap dresses in sensible business heels; gym rat sweats with cross trainers and weight lifting gloves; and Saturday night exhibitionist. Saturday nights and some occasional Fridays, Elle goes into her hot closet. It's a separate closet that houses her bad girl clothes. High heel shoes, very short skirts and dresses, boy sized dress shirts, low cut tops, sheer ones, backless ones, and skin tight jeans in leather, denim and suede. We've had some fun playing our game this past year. Our game is a kind of catch and release human fishing game and Elle is the bait. Elle and I will enter a large bar separately (I usually enter first) and I find an inconspicuous place, but one from where I can see her enter, easily. Then she comes in and walks around. Her excuse, when she inevitably gets offered a drink by some guy or guys is that she's waiting for a friend. I enjoy seeing guys fall all over themselves trying to attract her attention and keep it. It gets Elle's motor running as well. And over the last year she's really come to enjoy showing of her hard earned body. Now Elle grabbed her oversized bag, kissed me and said she'd be back by 1:00 so I could take her to lunch. That was fine as I was behind on my deadline for the latest issue of one of the two comic books that I produce. As she walked downstairs to the garage, Achilles and I went upstairs to get to work... ...I looked at my watch, it was noon. Elle would be here in an hour or so. We had a lunch date and I had a surprise for her. I ran into my closet and got dressed, some Levis', a dark, blue Ralph Lauren dress shirt and my black cowboy boots. (It's a habit I picked up when I lived in Texas, years ago.) On the way past my office, I grabbed part of my surprise and placed it by the front door. I took Achilles, for a quick walk. As we walked back up to the front door of our townhouse, Elle pulled up into the driveway in her Red Corvette. I leaned over, kissed her and told her to stay in the car. I let the dog inside, and grabbed the picnic basket I left at the door. I got inside the Vette and sat the basket on my lap. Elle said she couldn't believe I wasn't insisting on driving. I told her I was working on my control issues. I told Elle how to get where we were going; our destination was only 12 blocks away. We pulled up to a converted loft building that was once a small factory. I clicked a button on my phone and the garage door opened. Elle pulled inside, and I directed her into the third parking space. She turned off the engine and asked what this place was. I told her it was her new office. I took her hand and led her to the elevator. I told her she was going to need a place to have clients over. She protested that she had planned on using our house for a while. I politely said it wasn't professional enough for some clients and this was a place that I was thinking of leasing for myself as a studio, but this was much better for her. We stepped off the elevator and up to a glass door that had Cardinal Financial Services on it. I was pleased that Elle liked the way it sounded as a business. I handed her the key and she walked in looking at the reception area, with Secretary's desk and two small sofas for waiting guests to sit on. Once in the inner door, there was a hallway, on the left was a copy/print room, and on the other side was a small washroom. As the Hall ended, there were two doors. The one to the left led to a nice little kitchen and place to eat lunch, while the door ahead opened into Elle's office. Once past that door a large table dominated the room; Elle's desk would have plenty of room for her laptop and files. I had a beautiful leather couch against the wall opposite the desk. Two leather chairs were in front of the table and a larger one behind. Walking to the window, Elle could see the river just below. She came over and threw her arms around me kissing me. We like kissing, I started to get distracted, and softly pushed back against my love. "Look through that door," I whispered while pointing at a door behind her chair. She turned and walked around the table and opened the door, it was a fully appointed bathroom with a walk-in shower, toilet and sink. "Wow, this is terrific; thank you...I love you." Elle blurted out and pushed herself into me. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue into my mouth. We stood kissing for a few minutes and I slowly walked us over to the big brown leather couch and sank down onto its butter soft cushions still holding on to each other. I reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down... "I have to see a client this afternoon," she whispered, unconvincingly. I pulled her skirt all the way off. "I have to meet him in two hours..." I pulled her thong panties off and slid two fingers into her already wet pussy. "Unhh...fuck, this is..." I stopped her from talking by putting my mouth on hers. Her body took over from her mind and she undid my belt and the button of my jeans. Her hand reached in and found my cock. "No underwear, you slut..." she growled, "You planned this...okay, big boy...c'mere!" She pulled my cock up toward her slit and I had no choice but to follow. I slid into her and bracing myself, I began to thrust in and out of her. She ran her fingernails across my ass cheeks and bit at my lip. As I mentioned, since Vegas, she's been a little more aggressive when we have sex. She's been hinting about trying some BDSM. I'm trying to be less of a control freak. I'm even occasionally letting others drive. I'm working very hard to not always make the decision on what movie to go see, which restaurant to eat at. It's not easy, but I don't seem have no problems letting go with Elle. She's the one person I completely trust. She just brought my attention back to her by sticking a finger in my ass. The other hand went up to my throat, "Pay attention big boy, pay attention!" We continued to fuck and then her phone rang, She reached for her bag and fumbling found it and answered. She tried to stop me from thrusting into her; that just made me push harder. She was trying to give directions to her client on her new office, when I slapped her ass hard; she yelped and glared at me. I could feel the vibrations of a coming orgasm build in her. Whoever this client was he was having a hard time with directions and my wife was having a hard time focusing. I licked her in her free ear; she grunted and punched me hard in the side. It was a good shot; those boxing lessons from last summer were effective. I realized I kind of liked her aggression. So did Elle, as she started cumming. She started saying: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...YES...yes...." I climbed off her, stood and stuck my still hard cock back in my pants. I wanted to get back down there and really fuck her. She looked amazing lying on the couch, skirt off, her blouse half open, still wearing her heels. On the other hand, she was glaring at me. I leaned down and helped her up she started in on me about being on a business call and me trying to embarrass her. She pushed me, and I laughed, I don't know why, but I did. She got up in my face on her toes and grabbed my shirt collar, "You think this is funny?" And she slapped me, not too hard, kind of somewhere between play and a real hit. I looked at her and told her: "Harder..." her eyes changed; she looked at me as if she were making a decision. She put her hand down at her side with the palm up. I whispered, "You want to be in charge, so harder...slut!" Her eyes flashed and she slapped me hard, really hard. I felt it on my cheek and I admit in my cock. She saw what happened in my eyes and turned her head a little. She reached up and put her other hand around my neck and squeezed, very hard. Standing on her toes, she leaned in to me and whispered: "So you're ready to play rough, finally...okay..." she was breathing heavy, she looked at me intensely and then closed her eyes and kissed me...with her hand still around my neck. I smiled: "That's a hot look; you should stay that way for your new client." I backed away as Elle stood there in a half open shirt and high heels, giving me the finger and a smirk. I walked out, took the elevator down to the first floor and walked until I saw a cab.... Later that afternoon, I was drawing the last page of this month's comic, the sci-fi one, I also do a superhero comic, but that was complete and at my editor's. Achilles barked, and then the bell rang. My den is on the third floor in the back of the house so I couldn't see who it was. Achilles raced down the stairs ahead of me barking and wagging his tail, informing me that it was a friend rather than stranger. "Susan!" Our neighbor from a few doors down was standing in my doorway. I had a schoolboy crush on Susan. She was as sweet as anyone I had ever met. She was a divorcee with a daughter about to graduate high school and a son in college. Susan was a Greek Goddess; Susan was 41, 5'8" with a deep Greek, tanned, lean runner's body. She had gotten implants from the same doctor Elle had, only C's in her case, and actually it was Susan who had recommended her doctor to Elle. In fact Susan got the implants to keep her jerk of an ex-husband interested in her. It didn't work. She was divorced; her husband left her for a 22 year old airhead, and also left Susan with two kids, a 18 year old daughter, Jackie who was growing into just as beautiful and sweet a person as her mother and a 19 year old son, Jesse, who was in his first year of college. Susan and I had gotten very close emotionally in Vegas. Physically as well, Of course she had only sucked my cock for a few seconds, literally, before we were interrupted. But there was a developing of deep feelings between us. Something I needed to be very careful with. "Hi, H! How are you?" she drawled with that sexy Georgia accent. I pulled her in and hugged her. "I thought you were mad at me, I haven't seen you since we got back." She stayed in my arms but leaned back, "I thought you were angry at me, leavin' you like that." She meant leaving me, in Vegas, with a steel hard cock with her lipstick on it...twice. "Nope, I'm not angry at you now or ever." I whispered. Susan pulled herself out of my arms and stepped back. "Remember our talk about Jesse? I'd still like it if you spoke to him..." I remembered our talk. Susan was worried that Jesse was gay, because he wasn't dating, he was working as a male dancer at a strip club near the campus where he was on the freshman football team, and he had some kind of "mentor" at the club he worked at. "I traded texts with him last week, and I'm driving down there next weekend to play golf and talk to him." Susan's eyes got big: "Oh, H, no need! He's coming up this weekend." She threw her arms around me and kissed me again. This was a very chaste kiss; I playfully swatted her on her rear and said: "That's great news, I'll stop by tomorrow." Susan looked at me, very seriously, and then leaned in and kissed me, not quite an Elle kiss but better than the one before, almost like she did in Vegas. After a while we broke away from each other and she blushed deeply enough that it showed through her tan. "Thank you, that was nice." I said. She looked at me very calmly and said: "I don't know who I think I'm foolin'...I'm going to sleep with you, I think about it every day...I just don't want to mess up things with you and Elle." Susan turned as she said this, more to herself that to me. I changed the subject, "Uh, Susan, since when do you dress like that?" I asked noticing that the woman who usually wears mom jeans and other non-hot clothes was wearing a short, tight, white cashmere sweater that her now erect nipples were pushing against and a pair of white, low-cut, very tight jeans that showed a lot of tanned skin between the sweater and the jeans...and what I recognized as Elle's 5 inch black pumps from Vegas. She turned and asked, "You don't like what I'm wearing?" I leaned against the doorway with my arms folded and told her she knows I like what she's wearing, I just want to know who she's wearing it for. "I'm picking up some papers for Chase, from his lawyer, and then meeting s friend at Mangoes." Mangoes is a serious pick up bar in one of the chic hotels downtown. I guessed she wasn't meeting one of her girl friends. I went there a couple of times with my buddy Paul and it does get loud and rowdy after 3:00 during the week, when the Traders get off work. This was a Saturday, who knew what this afternoon would be like? She blew me a kiss and climbed into her convertible VW Beetle and drove off. I looked at Achilles, he looked at me. Our Girlfriend Ch. 01 Elle Andrew Bradley was sitting in my office, staring at my top. I was wearing a bra and only my top button was open, but when you have 34D breasts and you're still a little worked up from your husband fucking you on the couch just behind where your client is now sitting, mere inches away, well let's just say my nipples were showing prominently through my bra. Bradley had done very well based upon my advice at my previous company. He was here making a case to stay with me at my own firm. I had agreed not to take any clients with me that weren't my original clients, and Bradley had transferred to me, last year, from another advisor. He also wanted to fuck me which I thought was a complication. He had a trophy wife at least ten or twelve years younger than me. She was blonde, stacked and gorgeous. He just seemed to be one of those guys that had to go after every decent piece of ass out there. As a result, I really didn't have any interest in being the next notch in his belt. My phone rang, I looked at it, and it was Loring. I picked it up and excused myself. I walked into the little copy room and whispered into the phone, "Save me." Loring replied: "Let's play Our Game, tonight." Click! He hung up or turned the phone off, with cell phones you don't really hang up anymore. I walked back into my office and told Mr. Bradley I had an appointment and would follow up with him. He wouldn't leave until I set up a meeting with him for next week. I left a few minutes later and headed home. End Chapter One Our Girlfriend Ch. 02 Chapter Two Our Game Me 11:00pm, as I pulled up to the hotel entrance, Elle opened the door and got out of the Range Rover. She of course left the door open, she never closes doors. She was wearing a new outfit, something I think she bought in Vegas. It was a simple black dress, long sleeved, skin tight and short, very short. Of course she had on some black five inch pumps. She walked in the front door and was gone. I turned the truck over to the valet and entered the hotel. The hotel wasn't new, but the two floor Jasmine Bar was. It was also the hottest bar in town. I took the elevator to the 31st floor. There was a line outside of the bar, a short line but a line nonetheless. I hate bars with lines. If I were going in for myself or with the guys, I would have left. Fifteen minutes later, the doorman noticed me and waved me in, I suspect the two twenties I flashed him, helped him pick me out from the crowd. The place was packed. It took me almost thirty minutes to make it around the first floor. The upper level had an open roof. I finally spotted Elle was sitting in a booth on the other side of the room between a man and a woman, I didn't recognize. The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, with short light colored hair. The woman was tanned and blonde with long wavy hair past her shoulders, and she looked like a trophy wife from this distance. Both were leaning in talking in Elle's ears. Elle was smiling as she sipped her martini. She hadn't seen me yet, but since the game had obviously begun I turned around and wandered to the closest bar and ordered a beer. By the time it arrived and I had paid for it, Elle and the woman were not sitting in the booth anymore. The guy was there, but the two ladies had disappeared in the crowd. I stood sipping my beer. I saw a cute ponytailed woman in tight jeans and high-heeled sandals, tapping her foot to the music. I noticed that the tight sweater she was wearing was straining to contain her very large chest. I put my beer on the bar and walked over and took her hand without even looking at her and pulled her onto the dance floor. We were deep into the crowd before I turned around. I smiled and started dancing in front of her. She stood there looking at me and I winked and shrugged my shoulders at her and continued to dance. She blushed, smiled and started dancing with me. She was about 5'1" with dark hair and Bettie Page bangs. Actually, she was very cute, with big gorgeous brown eyes, a tiny waist, and a small but curvy ass. I estimated that she was at least a 38 or 39DD, maybe E. She had a sweet, genuine smile and from the way she moved, she loved to dance and was good at it. I finally pulled her off the floor after the fifth dance. I bought her a mojito and myself another beer. Her name was Donna; she was first grade school teacher, who got stood up for her date with some guy she met online. We talked about her students, my work as a creator of comic books, and she finally got around to asking about my wedding ring. I smiled and told her it was date night. Donna asked if it was date night, where was my wife. I told her the truth, I said that she was in the bar; that we enjoy dancing and meeting other people before we go home together. Her big beautiful eyes got even bigger and I told her not to worry, I was interested in dancing with her, only. She smiled and then said "Well, then let's dance!" and grabbed my hand this time, and pulled me, back on to the dance floor. As we worked our way into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor I saw Elle and the woman. They were out on the floor dancing. Elle's not a big dancer, she's very good, but she doesn't dance all that often. They weren't dirty dancing but they were moving with a natural rhythm with one another. The blonde haired woman was about an inch taller than Elle, thin but not scary thin, with long legs encased in what looked like from here tight leather pants. She was wearing a backless halter and high heel platforms. She and Elle were holding hands and dancing and talking. My attention was returned to Donna who had thrown her arms around me for the slow song that began to play. I pulled her into my body and she buried her head into my chest. I stole a look over at Elle and the blonde who were still dancing as they had been during the faster numbers just slower now. After a few more dances, I returned Donna to the bar, ordered another mojito for her and excused myself to the bathroom. Once inside, my phone vibrated and I saw Elle's picture on the phone, as I ducked into the farthest, quietest corner of the men's room. Elle Elle climbed out of the Range Rover and walked into the hotel. Neither she nor Henry had been to this bar before, but the man at the desk told her where the bar was and how to get to the elevator. He even gave her a card to avoid standing in the line. In the elevator she rode with a tall, handsome man in a very good looking suit and a striking looking blonde in tight leather pants and a backless halter top with a plunging neck line. The woman looked Elle up and down the way most men do. As the door opened the woman slipped her arm inside of Elle's and walked past the line into the bar. They were followed by the tall man. The woman walked through the bar arm and arm with Elle to the stairs and up to the room where the open roof dance floor was.They climbed into a reserved booth in the back of the room and the tall man slid in on the other side of Elle. Over martinis Elle discovered that once a month this married couple: Bree and Devon would come downtown and find someone for Bree to play with, while Devon watched. Bree usually played with boys, she'd get some hunky thing all worked up and then they'd take him home. Bree would fuck the boy and then Devon would lick her clean and if the boy wanted, lick him clean too. Hearing that, Devon suddenly looked just a bit more interesting to Elle. Tonight, Bree just found Elle irresistible. Bree asked Elle to dance with her and that's where she saw Loring dancing with some cute little Bettie Page thing with enormous breasts. Well, she thought, he is consistent in his taste for women. Elle was enjoying dancing with Bree, but she really wasn't interested in a threesome with Bree or Devon. She was interested in dinner with her husband and then sex at home, but he looked like he was having fun, and she didn't want to interrupt him. Bree was whispering in her ear that she needed another martini and took Elle by the hand and they walked back toward the table where Devon was sitting. Elle saw her husband heading toward the men's room and decided to text him. Reaching into the booth she retrieved her phone and asked Bree to order her a martini, with blue cheese olives of course and she'd be back. Elle made her way to the women's bathroom. Me I answered my phone. "Henry?" Elle's voice came over the phone. "Hi...what's up?" I responded. Elle told me she was going to go downstairs and eat, she wasn't that into the man and woman that she was presently with and that she'd love for me to join her, but didn't want to rain on my parade. I responded that I was hungry too.Out of the blue I said I might bring Donna, and explained how she had been stood up. Elle said fine and then I suggested instead of eating there at the hotel, we should go to that steakhouse that she likes so much. Elle again said to go bring Donna, and she'd meet us at the truck. Click and she was gone. By the time I got back to the bar I saw Elle kissing Devon goodbye, on the cheek, and a much better open mouth kiss with a clearly disappointed Bree. I told Donna that I was going to go have some dinner with my wife and I was mildly surprised to see genuine disappointment on her face. I told her that we were going to meet at this steak place a few blocks away and that she should join us. She blushed and said she didn't want to intrude on us and that she really enjoyed meeting and dancing with me. I looked deeply into those big brown eyes and then I took her hand once more and walked us toward out of that room toward the elevators. As we stepped into the elevator, Donna said she didn't want to intrude again. I turned and kissed her mouth. The kiss was nothing over the top, just a soft one that she responded to. "You're coming with me." I whispered, and she did. The Valet guy holding my keys nodded appreciatively at Donna as he opened the front passenger door for her. Elle had already climbed in the back, and by the time I walked around and got in the truck, the two had introduced themselves. As we drove to the restaurant, Elle and I learned that Donna was originally from northern California but had come here for college. In fact she had just gotten her Masters two years ago from the same downstate university where Jesse, Susan's son, was now attending. Elle was already making Donna comfortable, talking about where we lived, what we did for a living, "just getting to know you talk" as I pulled up to the restaurant. As we had cocktails while waiting for dinner (single malt scotch for me, a martini with blue cheese olives for Elle and a mojito for Donna) Elle, who had been a high school teacher after graduating college, had a great time talking with Donna. Donna for her part also had a wonderful time. She had been slow at making friends since moving to the big city after school. She had thrown herself into her work, her only break being Saturday night dancing or meeting some guy on dating sites. During dessert: a cheese plate for Elle, a chocolate something for Donna, and a single scoop of vanilla ice cream for me; Elle and Donna made plans to go see the ballet, next week. Elle had tickets, I'm not into ballet and Donna used to dance ballet until at 13, her breasts began to grow. On the drive to Donna's apartment the two ladies sat in the back and talked about some cooking show they were both addicted to. Donna lived on the near Westside of town and it took about fifteen minutes to get to her building. Her one bedroom apartment was in a three-flat building near an urban college campus. "Would you guys like to come up? I could make you some coffee." Donna said with a nervous energy. "I'd love to come up and see your place, but you're probably tired." I smiled at her. "I could use a cup..." Elle responded. I smiled and turned the engine off. I walked around and opened the door for the two of them. The ladies walked in front of me and stepped inside, holding hands and we took the elevator up to her apartment. At the door Donna fumbled and dropped her keys. I bent down to pick them up. As I stood and turned Elle and Donna were kissing. Wow, that seemed to come out of nowhere. I paused, leaned against the door for a moment and watched the two of them. They stopped when a door down the hall opened and a small barking dog came running down the hallway toward us. Donna seriously blushed at her neighbor (who actually hadn't seen a thing) and opened the door. She pulled Elle in, and I followed. I closed the door as my Elle pushed Donna up against the wall in the entrance hallway and began kissing her again. Elle's hands pulled Donna's sweater out of her jeans and up over her head. Their mouths separated only for the length of time to get Donna's sweater off. Now Elle reached behind Donna and unclasped her industrial strength bra. I decided to help and slid behind Elle and pulled her dress up and over her head, Elle broke from kissing Donna just for a moment and lifted her arms. Once I removed her dress, my gorgeous and now very naked, except for her high heels, wife went back to kissing and fondling her new friend. After watching for a few minutes, I left them in the hall and walked into the apartment. I walked over to what looked like an IKEA sofa near the center of the room and sat down. Elle and Donna continued kissing and caressing each other. Donna was still wearing her jeans and heels; Elle was wearing only her heels. Donna found Elle's nipple ring and began to play with it, she pulled and twisted it, softly at first, but Elle's nipples are so sensitive, and she reacted as if she had received an electric shock. Elle's head fell back and she moaned. Donna began to play with the ring a little harder and Elle responded. Donna took her right hand and slipped in down between Elle's legs, and Elle's moans grew bigger. Donna was twisting the platinum ring while bending down and taking Elle's other nipple in her mouth. I could see from across the room that she bit down hard... Elle came, I know my wife, and I watched her come. While trembling in the middle of the orgasm, she pulled Donna's head up and began kissing her again. Donna continued to torture Elle's breast with one hand and play with her pussy with the other hand. I watched another orgasm build while Elle was still coming down from the first. When this one arrived, Elle pushed herself away from Donna and fell back against the opposite hallway wall. Donna stood watching her and put her hands on her own breast. I realized the rough breast play was something she enjoyed herself. She twisted and pulled her own nipples even more violently than Elle's. As Elle began to come down from her orgasm she turned her head to look at me. She slowly sraightened up and reached over to Donna and pulled one hand from one breast and pulled the brunette with her toward me on the sofa. Donna came with her but her right hand continued to twist her own right breast. Elle reached me with Donna beside her and then my redheaded goddess knelt before me and unzipped my pants and reached in and freed my already hard cock. Donna knelt beside as Elle began to lick and suck me. Donna began to unbutton my shirt and began to play with my nipples. It was interesting, the pain in my nipple from Donna's slow quiet torture versus the wonderful, soft, wetness I was experiencing from getting my cock sucked by Elle. I pulled Donna's fingers from my nipple before she could tear it off and undid the buttons on her jeans. I growled at her to take them off. She stood up, looking at me with those big brown eyes and slid the jeans down that curvy little body. Once the jeans were off, she impressed me and slipped the heels back on, I thought Elle was the only woman who liked to fuck in heels. She stood in front of me and put her hands back on her chest. As large as they were, they had no real sag. This time she softly, lightly played with her nipples and she threw her head back sighing. I looked at her body for a moment. She was wicked cute, with the Bettie Page bangs and a ponytail. Nice toned arms and those incredible giant breasts, a flat stomach, and nice legs. Her hair was nicely trimmed above her pussy. I like my pussy shaved, I'd work on that with this one. I pulled her down on the couch beside me while Elle continued to suck my cock and play with my balls. I turned to Donna and kissed her lips briefly. I then reached down and pulled my wife's head up... "Eat her," I whispered. Elle looked at me and far more elegantly than I ever could, slid over on her knees to position herself in between Donna's legs. "Fuck me while I eat her..." Elle said softly. I slid to the carpet and crawled behind my wife. I watched her head go between Donna's legs and I entered her pussy. She let out a soft groan as I entered her, but she did not stop licking Donna. This was the second threesome we had ever had; the other was Michael in Las Vegas. Michael was still texting Elle, and wanted to come and visit. I was thinking of sending her to New York to visit him for a weekend, she wasn't that interested in him but, as she put it, she did "Have a wicked crush on his big giant dick!" I could feel the trembling in Elle's body, she was closing in on her second orgasm of the night, and fourth of the entire day, but before she was able to get there Donna exploded, she screamed as her orgasm erupted. Elle rose up, my cock still in her and pulled Donna's mouth against hers. They kissed deeply and held each other while Donna was still in the middle of her orgasm, Elle came again. I tried to stay inside of her but the two of them were bucking so I pulled back and lay back on my elbows and watched the two of them. They were gorgeous together. It was kind of cute, the way that Donna became shy again after she came down from her orgasm. Donna sat on sofa with her sweater on her shoulder. Elle came out of the bathroom and slid on her dress. Donna asked if we would call her. Elle and I both said yes at the same time then turned and looked at each other and laughed. We had a girlfriend. After exchanges of phone numbers and my first three way kiss, Elle and I left Donna's cute little apartment. We held each other in the elevator and traded kisses as we walked out to the truck. On the way home, Elle suggested we send Donna some flowers...we had a girlfriend. End Chapter Two Our Girlfriend Ch. 03 The week went by rather quickly, it was already Wednesday night and I was walking Achilles through the neighborhood. As we neared our townhome, I saw Susan's door open. Her eighteen year old, Jackie came bounding out carrying an overnight bag. "Hi Jackie!" I called out. Jackie turned and jogged over to Achilles and me, dropped to her knees and hugged Achilles while looking up at me... "Hi, Mr. H, how are you?" she asked while scratching behind my dog's ears. "You should stop by; mom was looking for you earlier!" Jackie was gorgeous; she was just as tanned and fit as her mom. She was a stunner. She slowly stood up and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I knew she had a crush on me, I also knew she was only 18. "Where are you headed this late on a school night?" I asked, like the surrogate dad I sometime kind of was. "Mindy's, we're going to study for a Calculus test that's tomorrow." "No boys!" I said mock sternly.She winked at me and smiled, then twirled and walked off. She hopped on her moped, blew me a kiss and zipped off. Achilles and I walked up to Susan's door and rang the bell. Susan opened the door... "Hi H," she said with the classic Susan smile. She was wearing an old faded college sweatshirt and pink little boy shorts and nothing else. Wow, this was a beautiful woman. "Jesse called and he wants to play golf with you on Saturday if you're free and it isn't too cold." "That's great; I'll get us a tee time." "H, I appreciate your talking to him, this means a lot to me..." she said and leaned in close and kissed me. I stayed in control. I kissed her on the forehead; it looked like Elle and I were both getting involved in a relationship with a smoking hot little school teacher named Donna, we'd even made plans to see her on Friday night and Elle had been especially fired up all week, I couldn't go starting something up again with Susan. We had new house rules, since Vegas: no relations with friends, and co-workers or neighbors. Plus Susan and I had an emotional attachment that neither of us really had a handle on. "I'll let you know what I find out." I said as Achilles and I headed to the front door. "Elle left about fifteen minutes ago, would you like a beer?" "We'll have that beer, next time..." I walked back over and kissed her on the lips and then took my dog home. Elle Elle pulled up to the shop and parked directly outside. The windows were blacked out, but her friend Millie had recommended it as a women friendly establishment. Elle entered the store and that it was indeed a sex shop. The first aisle she saw was filled with dildos of every size and color she could imagine. The next aisle had vibrators in every type of shape and size. On one wall were whips, belts and paddles. Elle wondered about the ball gags and gas masks. She passed DVDs, various devices for restraining a person and fetish clothing and other items all of a sexual nature.... Almost exactly one hour later Elle walked out of the shop with four large shopping bags. She stored them away and headed home.... Me I was upstairs working on some sketches for the next issue, when I heard the tone that signaled the garage door was opening. Achilles ran down to greet my wife. In a few minutes Elle walked into our walk-in closet carrying four large shopping bags. "I bought some new toys..." she said smiling. "Wanna see?" "Sure," I said, thinking she had bought some hot clothes. First she pulled out a large black silicone double-headed dildo, far bigger than any real cock I had seen before. She also pulled out what I realized was a strap-on belt. She also had smaller dildos, a paddle, what I recognized as a butt plug, some clothespins and some handcuffs. She had two dresses both in rubber. One was a short black mini-dress that looked like it fit a child. I looked forward to seeing her in that. The other was a black rubber version of one of those Donna Reed housewife dresses. I thought that would be nice to see her in as well. She finally pulled out a couple of pair 5 inch black stiletto pumps. "Wanna play?" she whispered. "Sure...do I get a safe word?" I asked. "What's a safe word?" She asked. "A word that lets me stop the action if it gets too intense...." "Pick a word!" she growled. "Uh...radio." "Radio? Okay radio it is...." After a nice long shower together where we worked each other into a frenzy, we went into the guest bedroom, both of us still partially wet from the shower. Elle climbed onto the bed on all fours and I mounted her from behind. I pushed my cock into her and she slammed back against me. We went on like this for only about ten minutes before I exploded inside of Elle. She slid out from under me and walked over to one of the bags. She pulled out the strap-on with what looked to be a six inch cock. I lay on my side and watched her strap the belt on to her and rub KY jelly on her new toy. She walked up behind me and began to apply lubricant to my asshole. After a couple of minutes she pushed the head of the dildo into me. We did a lot of ass play, but I had never had anything larger than Elle's thumb in my ass. It was very, very intense. She took her time but, she steadily pushed into me. At least a couple of inches were inside my ass. I grunted and she stopped. I took a couple of deep breaths and said for her to continue. She pushed forward and it felt like another two inches were inside of me. Elle pushed again and I felt her body against mine. She was completely inside of me. "Do it..."I growled. She began to withdraw, slowly, almost all of the way out and then she pushed back into me. She pushed slowly but steadily, I felt her body again, against mine and she withdrew again. She began to fuck me in a steady rhythm. It both hurt and began to feel good. The dildo was stimulating my sphincter. I was getting hard again. Elle noticed. "Your dick is getting hard again. You like getting fucked. I'm fucking you. This is making me so hot." She was talking to herself really, I was having a hard time focusing on what she was saying, my ass was sore and my cock was hard as a rock. Elle was seriously fucking me with her fake cock. I was trying to hold on but I couldn't. I shot a good sized load again and then collapsed on the bed. Elle pulled out of me and got off the bed. I heard her flop in one of the chairs in the room and heard a buzzing sound. I looked over and saw another of her purchases being put to use. She had a small vibrator pressed against her clit. I was worn out but I climbed off the bed and knelt between her legs. I licked her all around where the vibrator was working on her. She was sitting there eyes closed, breathing hard as I licked and bit her inner thighs. I pushed the vibrator out of the way and sucked on her clit. She came forcefully, shouting my name. I carried her to the master bathroom and I bathed us both before we went to bed for the night in each other's arms. It was Friday evening and I was just returning from a long walk with Achilles. As I walked in the door, Elle was just getting in from her office. She walked in from the garage, kissed me and said she was going to shower and get dressed; she would be ready in an hour. She of course didn't close the door to the garage. After feeding Achilles, I went upstairs to my bathroom attached to my home office. After showering and shaving I dressed and went downstairs and flicked on the TV to check the scores. Almost an hour and a half after Elle said she'd be ready in one hour; she came down the stairs into the family room where Achilles and I were. She was wearing the outfit I had bought her: a dark green leather dress that buttoned up the front with snaps instead of buttons. She wore matching dark green 5 inch heels. The only thing I wasn't sure about was whether she was wearing anything under the dress. "I love this dress, thank you honey," she said with a nice kiss to seal the deal. "I like the new suit...." We locked up and headed into the garage, as we backed out of the garage we saw some folks standing in front of Susan's house. I turned the truck around and pulled up next to a classic Mustang that I recognized, "Jesse! How you doing?" Jesse, Susan's son was home for the weekend. He was standing with a guy I didn't recognize, along with his sister Jackie and of course his mom Susan. "H! Good to see you! Are we playing golf tomorrow?" "Yeah, 11:00 tee time, I'll pick you up at 10!" "Done! Hi Elle, how are you?" "Welcome home, handsome!" Elle said to Jesse as we pulled away. That was one good looking family: Susan, Jackie and Jesse and Jesse had gained some serious muscle during the football season. "Okay, I'm willing to loosen up our restriction rules on neighbors; I wouldn't mind a couple of hours in the Jacuzzi with Jesse" Elle murmured. "Or his cute blond friend. Does that mean I get a couple of hours with Susan in the Jacuzzi, too? I responded with a smile. "Wow, we really have become sluts, haven't we? Although that would be hot, you doing the mom while the son does me in our hot tub" My beautiful wife whispered. I smiled, that would be pretty wild, and thank goodness we had the no neighbor rule in effect. "Wow, you do like that idea, don't you?" Elle whispered as she reached over and felt my hard on. The woman, I love, talked dirty all the way to Donna's house. I pulled up outside her apartment building and,Elle got out and went inside. I got out and closed her door. Twenty minutes later the door opened and Elle walked out holding the hand of our date, Donna looked just as good as I thought she would. Her hair was in a thick braid, and the dark brown suede dress she wore looked amazing on her. I had guessed the right size, after all. Her chocolate 5 inch heels worked perfectly. Elle's and Donna's dresses were identical in design, just different colors, and fabrics. The ladies climbed into the back and we were off. Dinner was Italian at this new restaurant that both of the ladies had wanted to visit, we ate drank wine, Donna and I drank wine, Elle had a vodka martini with blue cheese olives. The food was terrific and the conversation was fun and different. A three person date is way different than a two person date. With dinner over we went across the street to this club called Jazz that featured live music. We stood at the bar, I had scotch, Donna had a Mojito and the redhead had a vodka martini with blue cheese olives. The quartet that was playing was pretty good; I was listening to and watching them for a couple of minutes and when I turned back, Elle and Donna were gone. I looked around the large crowded room and then I noticed them sitting at a table with two guys. One of the guys was older, looked very fit with silver hair, quite handsome while the other younger man looked like he just stepped out of Asian GQ. Donna looked slightly uncomfortable while, Elle just smiled and waved me over. I walked over and the men stood and introduced themselves. The silver haired man was Hans, a retired German businessman who had just moved to the United States and Kip was his companion. It turned out that Hans was a big Jazz fan so as we talked, I gave him some great places to go hear live jazz in the city. Kip was quieter, although, once I sat down Donna became more comfortable and joined in the conversation that Elle was having with him. After another round of drinks we exchanged numbers and made our goodbyes. In the truck on the way home Donna marveled at Elle's ability to just speak to anyone. Elle smiled, leaned over and kissed her softly. I pulled into our garage and we walked inside. I made some coffee with some added Frangelico. I brought the tray upstairs to our bedroom and placed it on the coffee table between our bedroom sofa and our bed. The ladies sat on the sofa while I poured coffee and the liqueur. Elle leaned over and whispered in Donna's ear. Donna smiled and those big beautiful brown eyes sparkled at me. Donna stood and walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed, "Elle says that since you and I haven't made love yet, she'd like to watch us." Elle whispered to me. She then slowly pulled each snap of her dress until the tight little brown suede dress was completely open. She stood there, in front of me with her head bowed, biting her lower lip waiting. I leaned in and kissed her between her belly button and her wonderful full breasts, I reached out and slowly pulled her tan thong down to her feet and she stepped out of them. I stood and kissed her, slowly but with increasing intensity. I raised my hands to her beautiful breasts and she sighed. I ran my fingers over her nipples and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I pinched her nipples and moaned. I reached up and pulled the dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Take my cock out." I whispered to her. She reached down and unzipped my pants as I slid my jacket off. She pulled my rapidly hardening cock out and I whispered, "Suck your boyfriend's cock." She silently smiled and knelt and took me into her mouth. I watched her suck, lick, and get familiar with my cock. I was fully hard now and asked her to take more of me in, she got about four inches in and seemed to be stuck there, that was okay. Since Elle was interested in the idea of us having a girlfriend I figured I would have time to work on Donna's cocksucking skills. I looked at Elle who stood up and walked over to me; she kissed me on the cheek and placed a condom in my hand. She backed away, turned and went back to the sofa. I reached down and helped Donna to her feet, her mouth sliding up and off of me, with a loud slurp. I stood, as well and kissed her deeply. As I tore the condom package open, Donna stared into my eyes and stroked my now achingly hard cock. I slid the condom over me and Donna pushed into me which had the result of me falling back on to the bed. Donna leaned over and slid my pants down and off. She slid my shoes and socks off as well and then climbed on top of me. I hadn't noticed her taking off her panties, had she worn any? It didn't matter, Donna climbed on top of me, her wonderful breasts, temporarily covering my face, distracting me and then...I was inside of her. For some reason I expected her to be tight, not sure why, but I had expected that, she wasn't loose but she slid all the way down my shaft until she had all of me in. Not tight or loose, really, just wonderfully hot, soft and very wet. She began to slowly sit up, her hands pushing against my chest, until she was upright. Then she began to fuck me. Slowly, she began to rise a few inches and then come back down, then rise again. Even through the condom her heat and wetness were driving me insane. She began to torture her breasts again as she had done the first night we met her. We didn't speak to each other, we just fucked. the only sounds were her groans as she twisted her nipples . I turned and looked at Elle who was nude now as well. She smiled at me and walked around to the other side of the bed, behind where my head lay. She bent over, kissed me and then climbed on top of me. Her hips slid over my head and I was presented with her beautiful pussy which I immediately began to kiss, lick and suck. I was unable to see but from the activity and the noise, I suspected my wife and our girlfriend were getting to know one another, again. That was confirmed when I heard Elle, groan much in the way Donna had been when twisting her own nipples, I suspected that Elle was now having her nipples worked on, by Donna's evil little fingers. This continued for several minutes, and I began to feel the beginning of vibrations in Elle, she was beginning her orgasm, her hips shook, and I heard her giggle. It was a small orgasm, she was just beginning to get going. This was going to be a long night. Elle slid back off of my now drenched face and bent over and kissed me deeply. Rising back she slipped back and off the bed. Donna continued to ride my cock, her eyes closed with one hand on one breast and the other between her legs, rubbing her clit. I reached up and pulled her by the arm down toward me. She finally opened her eyes inches from my face. We kissed, I could feel the vibrations of her orgasm beginning. Donna came in my arms, bucking and shaking, but she continued kissing me through her convulsions. I was impressed with mysellf that I had not erupted yet, it must have been the scotch that helping me. Donna finally raised her head and re-opened her eyes. She smiled, sighed and told me how happy she was. Then her eyes got big, and her mouth formed an "O". I heard my wife loudly whisper to our girlfriend, "Just relax, honey; I've got this..." End Chapter Three Our Girlfriend Ch. 04 As I lay on my back, I saw, over Donna's shoulder that Elle had silently come up from behind her. I couldn't see from my angle but I could feel the strap on dildo beginning to enter Donna's ass, since my flesh and blood cock was already buried in Donna's pussy. Donna went still, not sure what to do. "Breathe normally,Donna," I whispered. "Look at me, honey, look at me." At that, she lowered her head and looked into my eyes. "I've never done this before...in there, " she murmurred. "A finger...my finger...nothing big..." I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her again. Elle was continuing to push in to her, I groaned as I felt the thick silicon cock slide across Donna's thin membrane separating Elle's shaft from my real one. Elle was slow, but relentless, and after a another couple of minutes, she was all the way inside of Donna. I asked her to hold it there while Donna got used to all of that cock, artificial and real, inside of her. It was a really intense experience. I was lying on my back, Donna was on top of me; my cock buried inside of her pussy, while she stared into my eyes, inches away. Behind her, my wife stood, an eight inch strap-on dildo buried to the hilt in the ass of Donna, Elle also looking into my eyes and biting her lower lip...waiting...waiting for me to say... "Fuck her...fuck her ass, Elle!" I whispered hoarsely. Elle slowly pulled back, I had to admit that the dildo felt good as it rippled out of Donna's ass. I could feel it. Just when it felt as if she were going to pull all of the way out, Elle slid all the way back in...then slowly, back out...she began to develop a rythym. She was fucking us both. Donna closed her eyes as she began kissing me again. I kept my eyes open, because I was looking into the eyes of my wife who was fucking us. Donna's second orgasm of the evening began to bubble up from inside her, I wasn't far away from coming myself. Elle started pumping in and out of Donna faster. Donna came first...loud...intense, her finger nails dug into my shoulders...and then I came. It was so intense, I felt like I saw stars. Donna's mouth was back on mine, and Elle, Elle was still pumping in and out of her. Donna began coming again, she was kissing me and trying to talk while she kissed. I had no idea what she was trying to say. In what seemed like slow motion the excitement wound down. Elle slowly and carefully backed out of Donna and stepped back and out of my range of sight. Donna softly kissed me all over my face and neck. I laid on the bed for a few moments after Donna slid off of me. I felt so good and so drained at the same time. Like a typical guy, I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. At some point I was awakened, lying on my back in the same position by a fully dressed Donna asking me if I would drive her home. I asked her to stay but she had something in the morning so I dragged myself up and noticed that she had showered while I napped. I turned as Elle padded into the bedroom also looking freshly showered, wearing one of my starched white shirts, unbuttoned. It was a hot look. I started getting hard again. She had that Elle look on her face that told me that I had missed something fun. How long was I asleep? As we pulled out of the garage, I saw Jesse standing in front of his house with the blond guy Elle and I had seen him with earlier. Jesse waved as the Range Rover drove by, I flicked the lights rather than honk, it was after 1:00am by now. As I pulled out of our cul-de-sac, Susan, Jesse's smoking hot mom was turning in and waved from her VW Rabbit, the way she swerved gave me an indication that she might be a bit buzzed. I turned to Donna and told her what a good time I had had tonight. She looked at me and said she was beginning to realize that she really was dating both of us. We chatted on the way home about what that meant to her and what it meant to me. As I pulled up in front of her apartment, she asked me not to come in. I asked if she were upset, and she giggled and said no, but her sister was in town and she didn't want her to meet me like that. She said she was still trying to figure out how to explain Elle and me without her sister realizing she was dating a couple. Her sister was married and very conservative. Now, I laughed and said, "Yeah, the married, Black boyfriend might be a tough explanation." Donna turned and gave me that smile that only women can do: "Lover, you wouldn't be the first Black man she's seen me with..." with that she leaned over and gave me a wicked kiss, unlike the semi-shy kissing I was used to getting from her. I liked this kiss, a lot. Then she surprised me again by sliding her hand over my leg and squeezing my cock, really hard, painfully hard, staring in to my eyes, and then she leaned back, giggled once more and hopped out. "Call me..." and she bounced up and in her door and was gone. She hadn't bothered to close the door of the truck...I wondered what else my wife had taught her. Elle Elle pulled out of Donna's ass and stepped back. The dildo glistened with the astroglide Elle had applied and Donna's own internal lubrication. Elle looked at the reddened asshole she had just recently assaulted, Donna never made a sound all during the ass fucking. This girl really likes it rough, she thought to herself. Elle slowly realized from the lack of much movement on the bed that her husband must have come as well. She watched as Donna kissed him all over his face and neck and he barely moved. Elle smiled to herself and reached over and took hold of Donna's ponytail, and carefully, but firmly pulled the young woman's head back. Elle bent over and whispered into Donna's ear:"Come with me." Donna silently slid off of the body of her husband and Elle released her hair and walked silently out of the room, Donna following. Elle walked into the the giant master bath, it was essentially hers, as Loring had claimed the smaller guest bath next door. 'He said it was the secret to happy marriages, separate bathrooms'. Elle turned on the side jets in the oversized shower and stepped inside. Turning and leaning against the back wall she crooked her finger and signalled for Donna to come inside. Donna climbed inside the stall and pulled the glass door behind her. She pushed her body into Elle's open arms. Elle smiled, as Donna's very large and soft breasts pressed into her own. Elle realized that she was beginning to feel the same about large breasts as her husband did. Elle reached over to her right and grabbed the soap from it's resting place and began to wash Donna's back and ass. Donna pushed her tongue into Elle's mouth. After several minutes Elle slid out and around Donna, while pushing the younger woman face first against the back wall of the shower. Elle dropped to her knees, and proceeded to wash Donna's legs. As she slowly rose she spent considerable time cleaning and washing the buxom brunette's asshole and pussy. As Elle's fingers slid inside of both of Donna's holes, Elle heard her groan "Harder...please...harder...." "You should be careful what you ask for, little girl..." Elle softly growled. Elle took her free hand, leaned back and smacked Donna on her ass. Her right hand was still inside of Donna. The brunette sighed..."Yes, hurt me..." Elle looked up at the back of the head of the woman she had pushed against the shower wall. Donna spoke again, "It's okay...I like it." Elle stood, slowly and leaned into Donna's back. "All right, I'm new at this, and while I want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you. Tell me what you want." With that, Donna slowly turned around and faced Elle. She kissed her softly on the lips and took Elle's hand and stepped out of the shower. She didn't go far, she walked over to the double basin and picked up the hair brush. Handing the brush to Elle, she turned back around and placed her palms on the basin and bent over. She looked up into the mirror and in to the reflection of Elle. Elle's reflection stared back at her, waiting. "Hard. I like it hard." was all Donna whispered. Elle, wet from the shower took her left hand and braced herself against the basin. She took her right hand, holding the brush, and struck Donna's left cheek. Donna made no sound, Elle looked into the mirror and saw Donna looking up at her, with a little curl to the side of her mouth. ' Is she smirking at me?' Elle thought. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Elle landed four savage blows to Donna's curvy little ass in the same amount of seconds. This time when Elle looked at Donna's reflection the smirk was gone, but she did still directly stare into the redhead's eyes. "I'm going to tear your gorgeous little ass up..." Elle growled. "Promise?" Elle began with five hard swats on the left cheek again, followed by five equally painful ones on the right. Donna never made a sound. Elle switched the brush into her left hand and took Donna's right nipple in her right hand and gave a wicked twist to it. Finally Donna made a sound. It was the sound of a sudden intake of air, and that was all. Elle began alternating cheeks with each blow. She hit Donna so hard her body shook but the brunette gave no reaction other than to continue to look into the eyes of Elle's reflection. After what Elle was sure was at least fifteen minutes, she stopped beating Donna's now red and purple buttocks and pulled her up by the hair. Pressing her body against the other woman and looking over her shoulder into their reflections in the mirror, she asked "What the hell do I have to do to you woman?" "Nothing...I'm yours, completely." With that Donna turned around and faced Elle, pressing her body into the slightly taller redhead's, she slowly sank to her knees. She softly slid her index fingers along Elle's vaginal lips and then leaned in and kissed Elle there. Sliding a finger inside Elle, she began to lick and suck on Elle's lips. Elle surprised herself by cumming. She had been so worked up beating Donna that the soft, slow tenderness of what Donna was doing to her sent her over the edge. Elle tried to step back, but Donna pulled her back into her and continued her licking. Elle felt another orgasm coming on and gave into Donna's mouth. Now Elle sunk to the ground and into the arms of Donna. They sat on the tile holding and kissing one another. "I need another shower..."Elle whispered. "Okay...may I wash you this time, my love?" ...After some time in the shower, the women dried each other off, kissing and playing with each other. Elle grabbed one of her husband's shirts while Donna purposely slid on Elle's panties and then her own dress. Henry was napping on the bed when they returned in exactly the same position as when the left, his legs hanging over the side of the bed. As he got dressed to take Donna home, Elle stripped the bed and changed the mattress cover and sheets. After the two left, Elle went downstairs and made some tea. When Achilles ran to the back door and began barking, Elle walked over and looked in the back yard. Just as she was about to flick on the lights in the yard she made out two people in the hot tub. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, she realized that the guy sitting on the side of the tub was the blonde guy that was with Jesse, Donna's son, earlier that evening. And even more interesting was that in the tub, between the blonde guys legs, was Jesse, sucking his friend's nice sized dick. Elle was frozen where she stood. Jesse sucked dick! His mom was right. Elle thought to herself it was kind of a shame for women, both of those guys had great bodies, especially Jesse, who was beautiful as well. As Elle watched, she noticed that Jesse appeared to be pretty experienced in giving blow jobs, in fact he was doing a very good deep throat on his buddy. "Jesse!" was suddenly heard by Elle behind her closed door. "Jesse! How could you?" Susan, Jesse's mom and Loring's crush came walking around the side of the house. She stopped at the edge of the in ground tub, hands clenched into fists. "You! Get away from my son!" "Mom, let me explain!" Jesse pleaded. "You get away from my son!" Susan yelled, her voice a mixture of her southern drawl and obviously inebriated state. At this, the blond guy climbed out of the pool, grabbed what was apparently his clothes and walked around (keeping a safe distance from Susan) the hot tub and left. Jesse stood in the tub, his mother stood on the opposite side at the edge. She wasn't yelling anymore but Elle couldn't hear what they were saying. She wanted to open the door, but she was afraid Achilles would start barking again or dash outside. Jesse slid out of the pool and started to reach for his clothes. Elle already knew that Jesse had a body like a greek god. She's seen him mow lawns during the summer in cutoffs and shirtless for years. Now after a year at college on the football team, he was bigger and more cut. But neither Elle or his mother were prepared for the size of his dick. It was at least ten inches long and nearly the size of a can of soda around. Elle let the door open, Achilles didn't run out or bark, he wagged his tail, recognizing Susan and Jesse, and turned and went back into the kitchen. Elle stepped into her yard. Jesse turned and looked at her, he was naked with a semi-hard on, she was practically naked wearing one of her husband's shirts unbuttoned. Susan was wearing more, a tight little black dress, and 4 inch black pumps. "Elle...I'm sorry to disturb your home. Jesse and I have to...talk." The two women looked away from each other toward the muscular 19 year old whose dick was now fully erect. "Mom, I like girls, they just don't seem to like me. I can't get anywhere with them!" "Those are are some very stupid college girls..." Elle said out loud. Susan looked at Elle then turned her attention back to her son. She stepped around the tub and walked awkwardly, a little drunk, toward her son. A few steps from Jesse, she reached out and touched his face. "Girls like you, baby, you just need some confidence..." Susan let go of her son's face and in one fluid movement, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head and off. Susan was now naked, except for black thong panties and her high heels. She stood inches from her son's long, thick cock... "Susan...Susan..." Elle called out To Be Continued in "Greeks Bare Gifts"