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I'd Like You To Meet...Ch. 1

By: quad68



I'd Like You To Meet My Mother Ch. 1

I'd been seeing my girlfriend Jenny for about 6 months. She was the best friend of my previous girlfriend, and we'd gotten together on a 'lust at first sight' basis. She's blonde with blue eyes, a fantastic figure with a sensational bust. We'd been chatting one morning when she'd come to stay over at the place I shared with my ex, and I couldn't take my eyes off her fantastic freckled cleavage as we chatted in the backyard, even though I tried to be discreet. 

She caught me looking and I tried to cover it up by saying she had a lovely blouse. She thought this was hilarious. She rolled her eyes and said that she'd show me more when we got a few minutes alone. Later on we did as my then-girlfriend had to pop down to the shops. Jenny and I wasted no time in kissing frantically, her slutty long tongue rolling in and out of my mouth. I then stood back and took my time undoing her blouse, then admiring her amazing bust, encased in a fancy white bra. It happened to be front-fastening. 

I undid it and beheld the chest that I'd long fantasised about. As I played with her huge pink nipples, and teased them with my tongue, my cock became incredibly hard, harder than ever. She smirked when she felt it and said 'c'mon, we've only got time for a blow job.' She then descended to her knees, unzipped my jeans and reached inside. She sucked my cock long and deep and sloppily, occasionally looking up at me with her pretty blue eyes. I could have stayed that way all day but she decided to postpone till a later date.

Well, things ran their course and Jenny and I ended up moving in together in the months that followed. The sex was predictably frequent and nasty. Most of all I found out that she loved anal, and often looking at her from that perspective, as I drove my cock into her tight asshole doggy style with her tits flopping back and forth, I knew she was the one at last. We often video taped our sessions, and the tape collection was growing. 

One tape just consisted of cum shots...about a hundred or so I think. I often used to watch this tape, engrossed in the closeups of her face as she waited for my ejaculation, her tongue out and her pretty fingers with long painted nails helping me wank until I splashed the contents of my balls over her face. 

One take was the best. The phone went as I shot my load. With the camera still rolling, Jenny answered the phone, her face covered in pearly streaks of cum. She sat on the couch and picked up the phone[simply wearing our favourite items of sex-clothing: a tiny black g-string, black stillettos with spike heels, and the odd piece of jewellery such as a belly chain or little black choker...if the theme wasn't black, maybe she'd go for white or pink].

'Oh hi Mum. What are you up to?'

Jenny sat listening with disinterest while cum ran down her cleavage. She would delicately finger a strand, rubbing it on a nipple or on her tongue, playing with it and stretching it out in a glistening strand, looking straight at me.

'Hmm, today? Okay. Bye'

Jenny then informed me that her mum was on the way over, and that there was no way out of it. What a bore.

We'd just cleaned up and packed away the video gear when the doorbell went. I went to the door and saw a woman's form through the frosted glass, prepared for someone quite conservative and not looking forward to the formalities of meeting parents. I opened the door and there stood Jenny's mum. I felt self-conscious. Here was a woman who's face was betraying the thought 'you've been fucking my daughter.' She smiled, offered her hand and said 'hi, I'm Sandra.'

'Cool manicure' I thought. She was a little taller than Jenny with dark brown hair. She was wearing a coat, but shared her daughter's preference for high heels. Jenny poked her head around the corner from the kitchen and said 'hi Mum.' Sandra came into the living room and looked around approvingly before smiling at me and taking off her coat. I couldn't believe what I saw. 

She had a stretchy black mini-dress with long sleeves and a high neck, fastened by a single button, above a small circle of exposed chest. Her tits were just huge. She worked in a local casino as a waitress, and I wondered if she'd come straight from work. As she turned around to hang up her coat, I could also make out the outline of her high g-string. Her ass was quite skinny really...'she's all tits' I thought, very 'top heavy.' Jenny had once told me of a story where they'd gone shopping together and had discovered that her mum was looking for an 'H' cup bra. 

She'd wrinkled her nose at me and said 'gross', but I'd often wondered what such a chest would look like. Now, here it was. As Sandra looked at me up and down, I knew: it was deja vu-lust at first sight...

I'd Like You To Meet...Ch. 2



I'd Like You To Meet My Mother Ch. 2

Some days after meeting Sandra I was at home alone and feeling very horny. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everything about her was perfect. I could find no relief. I even tried phone sex, calling a number I found in a local newspaper. I'd ask the lady on the line to act as Sandra, and to act as if she and I were lovers. My favourite image of Sandra that I'd get the women to act out was as a secretary wearing an impossibly tiny skirt and white blouse or maybe wearing Jenny's skimpy g-string or whatever, knowing it would be too small for her. The whole incestuous vibe was always too much and I'd end up with a huge ejaculation. 

Then, the next week, on a day off, the phone went. It was Jenny. She asked me to get something at the shops for her while I was home. I saw an opportunity: I asked her if her mother would mind me calling past to borrow that video head cleaner she said she had. Jenny said 'no, but make sure the old slut doesn't try to suck your big cock, honey!' I laughed and thought that if I couldn't get my hand down Sandra's bra by dinner, that Jenny's GG tits would have to do, even though she was probably calling me from work while being fucked from behind by her boss. The thought of his hot cum dribbling out her mouth right now spurned me on even more, knowing that she probably had his big, veiny cock sliding in and out of her hot open mouth while she fondled his big hairy balls, groaning with pleasure.

I had Sandra's number from Jenny's address book [I'd already made a mental note while looking over her shoulder one day] and my heart raced as I dialed it. 'Hello?' 'Hi it's me. Are you in later Sandra?' 'Uh huh, of course.'

I found myself outside her flat about 20 minutes later. She answered the door in a white halterneck top, jeans and white stillettos. She smiled and showed me in. I was pretty jumpy with hot adrenaline pulsing through me, and tried not to show it. The problem was that I was sure that her large nipples were showing through her white top...how could I play this cool?

'A cup of tea, darling?' Sandra asked innocuously. 'Fine, thanks' I answered.

I watched as Sandra opened the fridge door and bent right over, no doubt totally aware that the outline of her g-string was once again visible against her tight jeans. What a tremedous ass! She turned her head to me, still bending and brushing her dark brown hair to one side.

'Milk?' she smiled. 'Er, yeah...just a bit.'

Sandra bought our drinks over and sat down with me. I had no underwear on and now regretted it, as there was nothing to restrain the biggest hard-on of my life! She pretended not to notice and asked me about work and about how it was going with Jenny. I asked her a few questions about life and work and so on, if only to keep her talking while managing a quick glimpse at her incredible cleavage. She was freckled across her chest too. I knew that Jenny spent much time on a sunbed which explained the freckles, and had just decided to ask if Sandra used a sunbed too when she suddenly jolted me from my thoughts.

'Oh, I'm so clumsy! I've spilt some tea!'

A small rivulet of warm liquid was indeed escaping down Sandra's cleavage. I couldn't miss the opportunity.

'Can I help?'

I reached over and took a small napkin, and wiped her chest, scarcely able to stop my hand from shaking. I stopped when I neared the boundary of her top.

'No...you didn't get it all' Sandra said softly.

I then gently tugged her halterneck open to reveal the top part of her left breast. I could immediately see that her sunbed tan ended at this point, leaving a distinct tan line. What I could see of her huge breast quivered gently as I slowly mopped up up what 'liquid' was left, not that I could see any. Sandra sighed. As I finally slipped my hand into her bra-less halterneck, brushing over her large nipple, and finally cupping her monstrous tit, I turned my head to her and we kissed, our tongues working together, mouths wide open. Sandra expertly moved her hand to my crotch and felt the outline of my bulge, then unzipped my trousers and took out my cock. We sat on her couch kissing loudly and sloppily, me massaging her H-cup tit, she wanking my cock rhythmically with her manicured fingers.

'You don't have to go soon, do you?' she murmured. 'Well, I may have to pick up Jenny soon,' I reminded her. 'Jenny who?' she giggled.

With that, she reached behind her neck and undid the strap of her top and let it fall loose. I finally saw the gigantic tits I'd dreamed about for so long, so white in contrast to her sunbed tan, with massive brown nipples, much bigger and appealling than Jenny's smaller pink ones, which were also large. They looked so experienced and delightfully 'used'. I repeatedly worked my tongue over each precious, hard nipple and eventually scooped up both tits to offer Sandra a lick. She complied, and I watched transfixed as as licked and sucked them both.

She then leant over and, with a small 'oooh' of excitement, licked the head of my circumcised cock. After a while she was devouring it with her experienced mouth, still warm from the tea. The afternoon silence was broken only by the sound of Sandra sucking my cock, making slurping, groaning noises as she extracted any pre-cum which may ooze out.

After about 10 minutes, Sandra stood up and undid her belt buckle, unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them. She had a frilly white g-string on, and I could tell, was shaven, or shaven very close.

'Approve?' she teased. 'Of course' I replied. She smiled. 'So let me know what you've shown that little slut of a daughter of mine' 'Do you have any lube, or vaseline?' I asked?

After Sandra fetched the vaseline, I stood up and gently pushed her into doggy position. I hitched her g-string to one side, bring a little sigh of happiness from Sandra, and gave her puusy and asshole a quck lick, Sandra now very excited. I then applied the vaseline to her asshole and positioned my cock on it. With indescribable pleasure, I entered my girlfriend's mom up the ass, she moaning and asking for 'more, baby, more'. I fucked her slowly and steadily, occasionally looking over at her lounge-room mirror to watch the incredible spectacle: Sandra still in g-string and high heels, her mouth open in ecstasy and her huge tits falling down to her navel as I fucked her from behind. 'Oooh oooh oooh yes yes' Sandra cried. Eventually I exclaimed 'I'm coming!' and added 'let me do it over your face!' Sandra squealed 'oh yes!!' and I withdrew. She then sat on the couch facing me, one hand working her clit, the other helping me wank. My balls constricted and then I ejaculated heavily over her face over and over again, as Sandra moaned and licked at the cum, now dripping from her face and hair down her cleavage. Much had gone down her throat.

We cleaned up and I said goodbye. Would I see her soon?

'You will. Don't forget I'm coming over for dinner with you and Jenny tomorrow.' We kissed again, and I fondled her ass.

Her giggle stayed with me the rest of the day, as well as the recollections of the greatest tits I'd ever encountered. How could I settle for less?



I'd Like You To Meet...Ch. 3



I lay in bed thinking of Sandra later that night. In the short term, I'd been completely satiated, but now desire had crept back. I examined the options: wake Jenny and have intense, lustful sex with her or sneak out and pay Sandra a late night visit. Or sleep. I chose the latter.

Work was difficult that next day knowing that Sandra was coming to our house for dinner that evening. Not only the fact that she would be there, but how would it be with the two of them? Would Jenny suspect anything? And what if she did? I smiled at the thought and shook my head...where could this lead?

Jenny and I were in the kitchen that evening, getting everything ready. She had a little pink t-shirt which displayed her large GG tits perfectly, tight blue jeans and strappy pink high heels, her blonde hair swept up behind by a clip and a little lacy black choker. She was busying herself with her usual air of haughtiness with a salad and checking the oven, rushing to and fro around the kitchen. I had to fight hard to stop myself from pressing against her at the sink from behind, to reach around and cup those big tits, nuzzling that white neck, inhaling her perfume...there was a sudden knock at the door, bringing me back to reality. 'Shit! She's early' Jenny spat. 'I'll get it' I offered.

I went to the door, my heart accelerating a few notches. This is getting dangerous, I thought. I opened it. 'Hi Sandra' I managed, my mouth dry. She purred 'Hiii' and stepped in, leant forward and kissed me sweetly on the cheek, just like normal. Except I swear I felt a light pat on my ass as she walked in, then lifting her nose approvingly and smiling 'Great smell! What are you cooking, darling?' 'It's a bake. Fancy a drink?' asked Jenny.

Sandra took off her coat and (deja vu) once again I was amazed. She had a white blouse, with two buttons undone, the top of her lacy white H-cup bra visible, and in contrast to her lightly tanned and freckled chest. She wore a dark pinstriped skirt which was cut well above the knee; dark, sheer stockings and shiny black stilettoes. Her hair, like Jenny's, was held back in a clip, and she was made-up beautifully. Sandra looked like a stewardess or a businesswoman...or maybe just like the perfect pornstar. She looked straight at me and smiled, and almost indiscernably blew me a kiss. Jenny was oblivious, her back to us.

Dinner was difficult. I had no appetite. For food. My pulse had been racing ever since I'd dropped my fork and looked to my side under the table where Sandra sat. She must have known, as she decided to uncross and cross her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up about five inches, exposing white flesh above her stocking tops and allowing a glimpse of her extremely well-trimmed pussy. No panties...She means business, I thought, as I straightened back up. Jenny eyed me suspiciously for a second, and then returned to the conversation. 

After dinner, and after more torment of being alone with two such desirable women, I offered an excuse that my head was sore and that I would lay down for a short while upstairs, while Jenny and her mother caught up with each other. I went our bedroom, closed the door and sat on the edge of our bed, looking straight at my reflection in our large ornate mirror, opposite. It was too much, and I had to jerk off, knowing that if I came, I could at least douse the flames of lust for some time. I closed my eyes and thought of fucking Sandra yesterday, the vivid image of her bent over in front of me, my cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole, my hands firmly holding her slim and pale ass, watching her dark hair sway over her lightly freckled back...

'Can I help you with that? You wouldn't want to waste it, darling' whispered Sandra. She had come into the room and closed the door. Now, looking at the mirror in front of me, I could see what she saw: me with my trousers unbuckled, my big, circumcised cock hard in my hand. 'What about Jenny?' I urged, under my breath. 'Don't worry, Sharon's called. She'll be on the phone for hours.'

Sandra walked gracefully toward me and knelt down in front of me. She pulled my trousers down and off completely, then shoes and socks. She licked my balls, which constricted in unbearable anticipation, and then licked my cock-shaft, from the base up. She breathed hotly on the head of my cock, and gently moaned as she tongued off my pre-cum, her tongue so pink against her dark red lipstick, knowingly stretching gossamer strands up from my cock to her lips. She started to suck my cock rhythmically, hungrily, trails of saliva running down my cock, Sandra looking quite cool and detatched, her eyebrows raised in a businesslike fashion. 'I'll cum soon, be careful' I whispered. Sandra stopped and looked up at me. 'Are you worried about little Jenny finding out? That little slut will fuck anything going, don't worry about her. Anyway.' Sandra said, now standing up, then turning and sitting on my lap with her back to me 'don't we make a nice couple?'

I looked over her shoulder at our reflection and it was so true. We looked very hot. I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse, something I'd been dying to do all evening. Wither blouse fully open, I reached around and unclasped her front-fastening bra, allowing her H-cup breasts fall out, wobbling, her dark nipples so massive. Sandra sighed and opened her legs wide, one of her legs up and a stiletto heel digging into the bed.

'Oh baby, I need your cock in me!' she said softly, turning her head and pushing her wet tongue in to my ear, and behind my ear. I hitched her skirt up and felt her juicy slit, and noticed immediately that she'd shaved her pussy wonderfully smooth: the regions around her pussy lips were like silk to touch, and she left just a modest little triangle of trimmed pubic hair above. I wanked her slick clit for a few minutes, and then, when we couldn't bear any more, she guided my cock inside her pussy. I looked again at our image, both of us facing the mirror: my cock sliding in and out of my girlfriend's mother, right up to the balls, one hand on one of her gigantic tits, one hand back for balance. Sandra rubbed her pussy and played with my balls, her other hand alternating from squeezing one of her nipples to reaching back to my head and stroking my hair.

We had been fucking for about five minutes, and even though I was intensely listening for any footfall on the stairs, how could I be totally attentive? Sandra had her head turned to me and we were both tonguing each other salaciously, one of my hands down, massaging her pussy and feeling my cock sliding in and out when suddenly...

'Are you both hiding from me or...' Jenny's voice trailed off as she opened the bedroom door still wiping her hands with a dishcloth.

Shocked, we both looked at her, only too aware of our spectacle as we were reflected more than adequately in the mirror opposite: my cock still pushed into Sandra to the hilt, her legs spread wide and her chest exposed, her tits hanging almost to her navel, as guilty as conceivably possible. What could we possibly say?



I'd Like You To Meet...Ch. 4



I'd Like You To Meet My Mother Chapter 4

Some time after Sandra and I were discovered by Jenny, the three of us sat in the living room. Much had been said, much of it heated. Now it was just confused silence. 

Sandra had gone after her daughter, only to receive a slap across the face, and a stream of abuse, which had continued as I'd entered the room, not knowing what to say. Jenny had then turned on me, screaming 'How could you fuck her? She's my MOTHER!!' Sandra, however, had interrupted and said softly but firmly 'you're not so pure yourself'. I was then sure that Jenny would turn and lash out at her mother again, but strangely didn't. As Jenny abruptly turned away and sat down on the couch, arms folded, I wondered what Sandra's remark meant. I could imagine.

So here we were. I looked at Sandra and raised my eyebrows. As selfish as it sounds, I was nonetheless very horny, and couldn't face the prospect of her leaving, our recent session in the bedroom unfinished. But Jenny...I looked at her, so blonde, pretty and massively busty. What was I to do? A reconciliation is in order, I decided. As I was about to suggest we go out somewhere to drink or something when Sandra spoke up...she must have read my mind.

'Let's forget it ever happened, darling'

Jenny looked at her initially with an expression of disbelief, and then, staring at her mother with tears in her eyes, seemed to soften. Again, I wondered what was really being said here...what did Sandra know that placated Jenny so much? Sandra stood and took a step towards Jenny, arms outstretched. Jenny stood up and walked towards her. I also stood, and gently placed a hand on Sandra's back, then Jenny's, and slowly pushed them together. They hugged silently. I stood and watched Sandra's H cup breasts push against her daughter's GG tits, Sandra only wearing her blouse, bra-less in her haste to get dressed, Jenny in her tight pink t-shirt. My cock slowly began to harden. I realised that unless they looked, they may not realise that I was holding both of them. So I massaged their backs firmly, pushing their huge tits against each other, marveling in the movement that such a union created, and wondering what it would look like if it was skin against skin, nipple to nipple...

As they hugged, I slipped my hand down to Sandra's firm ass, and under the hem of her skirt. I moved my hand to her ass, found her asshole and gently worked it with my middle finger, occasionally moving my index finger under, into her moist slit. With the other hand, I felt Jenny's ass, perfect, jeans so tight. My finger traced the top of her silky g-string...this was really too much!

'C'mon baby, let's make up' I said softly to Jenny. I turned her face to mine and we started kissing, her mouth tentative at first, but then oblivious. Her tongue slid in and out of mine, swirling around my tongue, our saliva making loud smacking sounds. I still fingered her mother's pussy, giving her clit more and more attention, wondering how long this incredible three-way situation would last, or where things would lead. As Jenny and I continued to tongue-kiss, I took my finger from Sandra's pussy, freeing her for other surprises, and cupped one of Jenny's huge tits. Sandra descended to her knees, quickly unzipped my trousers and let them fall. I stepped out of them. Sandra then wasted no time in engulfing my cock with her hot mouth, and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs of my life. Looking down, I could see Sandra's dark hair moving as her head bobbed back and forth, and I noticed her skirt had somehow slipped off, leaving just her stockings and suspenders, and shiny stilettos. I also had a great view down her unending cleavage, her blouse only just sustaining the pressure from her huge, heaving tits.

Eventually I sat down on the nearby couch. Sandra looked up at Jenny, one manicured hand still slowly wanking my cock.

'Come and take over, honey.'

Jenny unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them, exposing her tiny white g-string. She knelt between my legs and carried on sucking my cock, one hand wanking the shaft, the other playing with my dangling balls.

Sandra sat on top of me, her back to me and legs spread as before. She smiled and said, 'Where were we?'

I reached around and unbuttoned her top, letting her giant tits fall out. We tongue-kissed for a while, and I wondered if she could taste her daughter's saliva in my mouth. Silly really...but I bet her daughter was already well acquainted with her mother's saliva on my prick, now halfway in [and out] of her willing mouth. Sandra disengaged with our kissing and looked down at her pretty daughter. 'Darling, why not shove that big cock up Mummy?'

Jenny took my cock out of her mouth and positioned it on Sandra's pussy lips. 'Uh, yes, now guide it in, baby.' Jenny then held my cock in place as I gently held Sandra by the hips and eased her forward, until my cock disappeared into her up to the balls. I fucked Sandra rhythmically while her daughter licked my balls, and, judging by Sandra's moans, her mother's swollen clit. It was almost too much. Jenny then stood up and peeled off her pink t-shirt, and took of her lacy white bra. I leaned over and licked her huge pink nipples, almost four fingers wide...three quarters the size of her mother's. 'Isn't it my turn?' Jenny urged.

I then lifted Sandra off my cock and slid sideways and stood up. There they both sat looking expectantly up at me, mother and daughter, both hungry for the next course.



I'd Like You To Meet...Ch. 5



'I'd Like You To Meet My Mother' Ch. 5

'Oh baby, yes! Fuck me, please fuck me!' Jenny moaned.

I couldn't reply to her as I was too busy kissing her mother, our mouths wide open, each mouth full with the other's tongue, Sandra making grunting noises partly due to the arousal caused by our kissing, and also due to the effort of supporting her daughter. You see, after receiving head from both ladies, I'd then stood and picked Jenny up a short way, before resting her on top of Sandra. 

Sandra had then supported Jenny and massaged her massive tits [probably for my visual gratification more than anything else] from behind as I knelt in front of them both and turned my attention to their pussies, both lined up for me. Imagine the scene! Sandra, shapely, long, trim legs spread, dressed in high heels, stockings and blouse, her H cup tits tumbling out, while her daughter lay on her back on top of her, simply wearing a tiny white g-string and a tight pink t-shirt, now rolled up over her GG chest, her huge pink nipples erect and made even more so by Sandra's expert manicured fingers, which moved over them, and down to her daughter's pussy, wanking Jenny's hard clitoris.

Sandra was very neatly trimmed, only a small triangle of pubic hair remaining, while Jenny was completely shaved. I worked each woman's pussy with my fingers and tongue with extreme detail, slowly moving from one to the other, marvelling at the spectacle of each clitoris now erect and throbbing, and comparing...Sandra's pussy-lips being only slightly darker and more pronounced than Jenny's. I was completely absorbed in my task, the ladies' moans slightly muffled by my being surrounded by creamy thighs, though at times I wasn't sure who's...

Now my cock was deep inside Jenny's pussy, and leaning over, kissing her mother behind her sloppily, while my hands roamed from thighs around to Sandra's buttocks, bringing her, and in turn her daughter, towards me, Jenny crying out with pleasure, who I fucked steadily. 'Oh, me now, please...push your cock into me now huh?' Sandra urged, her voice trembling. I then withdrew from Jenny and lowered myself a touch, then guided my already-slippery prick into Sandra. 

'Oh oh oooooo...' she cried, as I humped her, Jenny's wet pussy now sliding wetly on my lower abdomen, the friction from which teasing her madly, enhanced by my sucking of her nipples. Her tits were so big that I could hold one to the side for her mother to lick and tease at the same time, Sandra's tongue right out, as I continued to hold Sandra's tight ass. So we continued for at least an hour, my cock moving between the hot pussies of two of the foxiest women I'd ever seen, let alone met...until I knew I was going to cum, which I announced. 

I withdrew from the pussy I was fucking at the time, and stood as the girls slid down to their knees before me, Sandra rubbing my legs and ass, Jenny licking my balls and then, as I jacked off towards orgasm, both ladies pushed their upturned faces together, their mouths open and pink tongues out, both waiting whispering 'oh yeah, oh yeah, c'mon baby'...as I shot load after load of hot, sticky jism over them. 

'Oh gosh!' Sandra exclaimed: she had a jet covering one side of her face, over her hair and one closed eye, while Jenny had managed to get a jet fully in her greedy mouth which she promptly swallowed , over her chin...the rest had shot down their necks, and ran in rivulets down to their freckled, tanned chests...quickly rubbed on their huge tits by each, and each other. 

Sandra then entertained me by kissing her daughter gently, pushing her pink tongue in to Jenny's open mouth, and parting with a strand of my white cum attached, which they both let hang suspended between them, tongue to tongue, until it drooped down to Jenny's cleavage, an area which Sandra then turned her attention to, slavering over her daughter's big tits with her tongue, and cleaning up every drop which may have spilt...

Some days later I was in the area where Jenny and I lived. It was about noon and I had been frantically searching for a floppy disk at work, and had then realised where I'd left it-back at home next to the bed. So, here I was, walking to our front door only to realise that I'd left my front door keys at work! I knew we usually had a spare around the back, but either way, Jenny should have been home, making lunch in our kitchen to the rear. I searched near our back door, no luck, and was just about to knock when I heard Jenny call 'In here darling!'. I grinned and figured that the little bitch had been watching me all along without helping, and I cupped my face at the mirror to see in to our living room. I was confused at what I saw.

Jenny walked into the room with two champagne glasses and a bottle, and didn't seem to be in any hurry to let me in. And why was she dressed like that? She had on what looked like a halterneck evening dress, with a swirly silvery pattern, black stilettoes and a beaded black choker, her blonde hair clasped up with full makeup: foundation, dark lipstick and thick black mascara. Needless to say she looked amazing, and her dress enhanced her figure thoroughly...but at noon? And why had I never seen this dress...?

A man I recognised as her boss casually walked into the room. He was late 30's/early 40's, in a dark suit, with a short haircut. He took off his tie and slung it on the nearest armchair, smiling knowingly. 

Jenny poured two glasses of champagne, handed one to him and giggled...deja vu: she accidentally spilled some, one or two drops, down her front, and I saw her mouth the words 'Oh dear!'. He stepped forward, took the champagne from her, and started to nuzzle her tanned chest, and cleavage. Jenny leant her head back with a look of absolute pleasure on her face as he extended his tongue and trailed it up her neck and the finally engaged her in a long, lascivious french kiss, the bulge in his trousers visible from my vantage point outside. Her arms were wrapped around him. His hand was on her ass. Slowly, as they kissed, he drew up her dress to reveal her slim, beautiful ass, and her black g-string. One hand felt her toned, velvety ass-cheeks. He drew away from her and smiled.

He then reached around and unlooped Jenny's dress from behind her neck, as she slowly fondled his cock-lump with one hand. I wondered if he had never seen her massive tits before as he seemed surprised when they jiggled out, the tan line of her chest ending abruptly, her tits white in contrast, her nipples pink and huge. Jenny beamed at him. He then licked and sucked each huge breast as Jenny, her face a mask of orgiastic lust, cradled his head and fondled his now exposed cock...all eight inches of it. 

Her dress dropped to the floor and I gasped: she had a tight black satin g-string which, complemented by her shiny high heels and choker, depicted her as a perfect sex queen, almost to the standard of her mother. I felt a mixture of emotions, but could do nothing but watch, getting more and more aroused despite myself.

He then had her sit on an armchair and spread her legs, as he hitched her g-string to one side and lavished his tongue over her shaved, slippery slit. After some time, he stood and Jenny slipped forward, knelt down, and placed her dainty hands on his ass and, although my vision was obscured, I could tell she was sucking his cock, her blonde head moving quickly back and forth. 

He guided her by one hand placed on the back of her head. Next, she slid down onto the soft white rug, and looking up at him, mouthed 'Fuck me?' he complied, and I watched him fuck my girlfriend for about ten minutes, her legs around him and feet, still in stilettoes, crossed over his lower back, his big prick sliding in and out of her stretched pussy, his balls slapping her perfect ass, their grunts and moans audible from outside. Jenny then moved out from under him as he turned over to his back. 

She got on top. Guiding his cock with one hand behind her, Jenny pushed it in her pussy. He then held her ass with both hands and fucked her steadily, Jenny now moaning even louder, her huge tits jiggling and bouncing, one hand feeling around to massage his balls, her mouth gaping wide with horny pleasure, oblivious to everything else...I had enough.

I quickly walked away and called Sandra from a phone box to told her what I'd just seen. "Don't worry yourself honey. He won't last long. Besides, you've got me...and I was wondering if you'd like to meet someone...I'd like you to meet my sister."

- The End -