Seeing my old school friend Deborah at the door was a suprise. I didn't think she had our address- it had been years since we last met up for wine. She came in, still dressed in the little denim skirt that she had worn to fuck with her beau up in the BMW up at the beauty spot car park. Her visit was driven by both curiosity and anxiety. Carl (a German student who was boarding at their place) was the guy who had been using his dick to devastating effect and whilst her husband grudgingly accepted the situation, he was scared silly that others would learn about what she did!
I was being sworn to secrecy, and a pact. If I didn't say anything she felt sure that Tony need not find out about my fling. You should have seen her face when Tony ambled in from out back and handed us both a glass of gin and tonic! I felt so bloody smug, saying that i had Tony under the heel and that Lawrence fucked me whenever he wanted. I chose whose throbbing cock made me shudder. I know-that was too coarse, not even sexy really, but it put Deborah down quickly. I watched her deflate like a balloon. Then she pondered life with me.
Her husband was boring but she was still a bit guilty about the sex. I might have been in a similar state of mind hadn't I just made Tony shave my cunny. I was still in brazen vixen mode!
'Do you deserve Carl?' I asked and when she said yes, I replied, 'then you deserve co operation too'. Tony was still in ear shot at this stage, perhaps he gessed a way to make amends was about to present. I suggested to him that if Deborah pulled up her skirt, I would make him lick her out! It was crass hedonism, power gone to my head, but I watched transfixed as Debs showed her bare pubes, liberally exercised as mine, and then accepted Tony as he knelt beside her and lapped delicately at her clitty. Debs is blonde, her pubes sparse, so the button was easy to find and she was soon stroking Tony's bobbing head. Her hubby hadn't learned this trick yet, but he should, she declared as the arousal got too much for her. I saw her thighs clench, heard her gasp in what was the most restrained climax on a tongue that I had ever seen.
Afterwards, Tony just returned to cooking, as though this had been the slightest kindness, a little chore. I couldn't wait to reward him later. Debs had been a picture taking tongue. 'OK' I said, 'we'll make a foursome some evenings, you and Carl and Lawrence and I. I might get Tony to teach your old man to do you justice with that tongue of his'. What an eventful day.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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