01-04-2026, 03:44 PM
Part 3
We arrived a few minutes late... probably because of our quickie before leaving the house... but Bruce and Katerina didn’t seem to notice... or, at least, they were nice enough not to say anything.
Dinner was absolutely delicious, and the four of us had a wonderful time chatting, telling jokes, laughing, and drinking wine... lots and lots of wine.
After the meal, we lounged in the living room... sipping even more wine, and continuing our earlier chit-chat... enjoying the warm glow of the gbang, while occasionally dipping into double-entendres and playful sexual banter during our conversation.
When my wine glass was empty, I excused myself and headed into the kitchen to refill it. I was a little surprised when Bruce followed me, although I didn’t really give it much thought.
As I was pouring Chardonnay into my glass, Bruce stood next to me and said, “I really like that outfit on you... it definitely suits you.”
I was wearing a simple, casual tube-style dress that hugged the curves of my body, and came to about mid-thigh... I guess you could call it a ‘mini-dress’... with spaghetti straps to hold up the top over my heavy, unfettered boobs.
When I looked up at him to thank him for the compliment, I could see that his eyes were locked onto my tits... stretching the fabric of my dress, and creating obvious nipple bumps that he clearly appreciated.
I blushed slightly... then grinned, and said, “Thank you, Bruce... I wasn’t sure what to wear, but Travis said it was casual... so this is what I came up with.”
My cheeks blushed even more when Bruce surprised me by reaching out and squeezing one of my breasts. I didn’t react immediately, which he must have taken as a green light, because he grabbed a bigger handful of my boob, while he slipped his other hand under my dress, and began sliding his fingers back and forth along my pussy lips through my panties.
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, I didn’t actually push his hands away... maybe because of all the wine I’d been drinking, or maybe just that he was Travis’ boss... but I kind of giggled, and whispered, “W-what are you doing, Bruce? Our spouses are right in the next room!”
With one hand still massaging my left tit, and the other one still between my legs, he chuckled, and said, “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I met you at the Christmas party... my God, Lynn, your tits are incredible.”
Still in shock, I whispered, “Yeah, but... still...”
He grinned at me, and said, “C’mere... take a look”, as he pulled me over to the large, cut-out section of wall directly over the sink, which provided a decent sized opening between the kitchen and the living room. This old-style “pass through” space was originally designed to allow people in the kitchen to interact with others in the living room... so anyone standing at the sink in the kitchen could see everything going on in the other room.
With his hands still massaging my boobs through my dress, he nodded his head toward the living room.
When I turned my head to follow his gaze... I saw my husband sitting on the sofa... his legs spread, his pants unzipped, and his cock sticking straight up in the air... with Bruce’s wife sucking on Travis’ rigid hard-on... her blouse unbuttoned, and her beautiful tits bouncing around in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
In a daze, I watched my husband... with his eyes closed, and his hands clasped behind his head... enjoying a blowjob from his boss’ wife.
Meanwhile, Bruce was standing behind me... he’d slipped the straps off my shoulders, and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, so that my breasts sprung free and wobbled around on my chest... his hands reaching around to enthusiastically fondle and squeeze my jiggling tits.
Still mesmerized by what I was seeing in the living room, I didn’t really react when I felt Bruce release one of my boobs... and use that hand to pull the hem of my dress up past my ass cheeks... then yank my panties down to my knees.
In the same motion, he bent me over the counter... still facing the living room, and continuing to watch his wife sucking my husband’s cock... as he nudged my legs apart and began playing with my exposed vagina.
Bruce’s hands were beginning to have their desired effect, and I let out a moan, as I felt my nipples stiffen against the palm of his hand, and my pussy becoming moist in response to his probing fingers.
In my fugue state, I heard the sound of a zipper, but it didn’t really register... as I continued to focus on Katerina’s head bobbing up and down on my husband’s throbbing erection. So, when the tip of Bruce’s cock found my pussy opening, my eyes opened wide, my jaw dropped... and I let out a surprised yelp... as he slid it past my pussy lips and shoved it inside me.
My mind was reeling, but I was brought back to the moment when I felt how incredibly big Bruce’s prick was. Holy shit, it nearly split me in two... but, my God, it felt incredible!
“Holy shit, Bruce... you’re fucking huge!”
I heard him chuckle, as he pushed the head of his incredible cock as far as he could inside me... then held it there, as I slowly... but surely.... began to accommodate his enormous member.
I closed my eyes and let out a guttural moan... then spread my legs a little wider... as he started sliding his thick boner in and out of my wet vagina... completely filling my cunt, and stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before. His wide, bulbous head was hitting all the right spots inside me, making me wetter and wetter, as he pumped his stiff erection in and out of my drenched cunt... my pussy juices leaking out from around his pounding prick and dripping down the inside of my thighs... while he slammed his rigid pole deeper and deeper with every forward lunge.
Without warning, an incredible, intense orgasm washed over my entire body like a tidal wave... leaving me grunting and gasping for air... as Bruce continued to massage my flailing tits, while plowing his huge hard-on in and out of my sloppy wet pussy from behind.
As I enjoyed the remnants of my leg-shaking climax, I opened my eyes and saw that Katerina had pulled my husband’s cock out of her mouth, and had climbed onto the sofa... straddling his hips... using one hand to guide his erection, as she lowered herself onto it... letting out a throaty, lingering groan as it slipped past her labia and entered her vagina.
Kat began bouncing up and down on Travis’ hard-on, while he toyed with her quivering boobs and taut nipples... both of them swearing and moaning, as they found a rhythm to their rocking hips.
At the same time, I felt Bruce pick up the pace... then lean forward... grunting and murmuring in my ear that he was about to cum. But he totally surprised me when he pulled his cock out of my pussy... spun me around... pushed me to my knees... and told me to open my mouth.
Stunned, I didn’t react quickly enough, and his first stream of cum hit me on my cheek. I immediately opened up, and he blasted the next several ropes of jizz into my mouth, and onto my tongue.
I swallowed... then opened up again, when he shoved his still rigid boner into my mouth... sliding it back and forth... while I stroked it with my hand, and used my lips and tongue to clean it off.
To be continued
We arrived a few minutes late... probably because of our quickie before leaving the house... but Bruce and Katerina didn’t seem to notice... or, at least, they were nice enough not to say anything.
Dinner was absolutely delicious, and the four of us had a wonderful time chatting, telling jokes, laughing, and drinking wine... lots and lots of wine.
After the meal, we lounged in the living room... sipping even more wine, and continuing our earlier chit-chat... enjoying the warm glow of the gbang, while occasionally dipping into double-entendres and playful sexual banter during our conversation.
When my wine glass was empty, I excused myself and headed into the kitchen to refill it. I was a little surprised when Bruce followed me, although I didn’t really give it much thought.
As I was pouring Chardonnay into my glass, Bruce stood next to me and said, “I really like that outfit on you... it definitely suits you.”
I was wearing a simple, casual tube-style dress that hugged the curves of my body, and came to about mid-thigh... I guess you could call it a ‘mini-dress’... with spaghetti straps to hold up the top over my heavy, unfettered boobs.
When I looked up at him to thank him for the compliment, I could see that his eyes were locked onto my tits... stretching the fabric of my dress, and creating obvious nipple bumps that he clearly appreciated.
I blushed slightly... then grinned, and said, “Thank you, Bruce... I wasn’t sure what to wear, but Travis said it was casual... so this is what I came up with.”
My cheeks blushed even more when Bruce surprised me by reaching out and squeezing one of my breasts. I didn’t react immediately, which he must have taken as a green light, because he grabbed a bigger handful of my boob, while he slipped his other hand under my dress, and began sliding his fingers back and forth along my pussy lips through my panties.
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, I didn’t actually push his hands away... maybe because of all the wine I’d been drinking, or maybe just that he was Travis’ boss... but I kind of giggled, and whispered, “W-what are you doing, Bruce? Our spouses are right in the next room!”
With one hand still massaging my left tit, and the other one still between my legs, he chuckled, and said, “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I met you at the Christmas party... my God, Lynn, your tits are incredible.”
Still in shock, I whispered, “Yeah, but... still...”
He grinned at me, and said, “C’mere... take a look”, as he pulled me over to the large, cut-out section of wall directly over the sink, which provided a decent sized opening between the kitchen and the living room. This old-style “pass through” space was originally designed to allow people in the kitchen to interact with others in the living room... so anyone standing at the sink in the kitchen could see everything going on in the other room.
With his hands still massaging my boobs through my dress, he nodded his head toward the living room.
When I turned my head to follow his gaze... I saw my husband sitting on the sofa... his legs spread, his pants unzipped, and his cock sticking straight up in the air... with Bruce’s wife sucking on Travis’ rigid hard-on... her blouse unbuttoned, and her beautiful tits bouncing around in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
In a daze, I watched my husband... with his eyes closed, and his hands clasped behind his head... enjoying a blowjob from his boss’ wife.
Meanwhile, Bruce was standing behind me... he’d slipped the straps off my shoulders, and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, so that my breasts sprung free and wobbled around on my chest... his hands reaching around to enthusiastically fondle and squeeze my jiggling tits.
Still mesmerized by what I was seeing in the living room, I didn’t really react when I felt Bruce release one of my boobs... and use that hand to pull the hem of my dress up past my ass cheeks... then yank my panties down to my knees.
In the same motion, he bent me over the counter... still facing the living room, and continuing to watch his wife sucking my husband’s cock... as he nudged my legs apart and began playing with my exposed vagina.
Bruce’s hands were beginning to have their desired effect, and I let out a moan, as I felt my nipples stiffen against the palm of his hand, and my pussy becoming moist in response to his probing fingers.
In my fugue state, I heard the sound of a zipper, but it didn’t really register... as I continued to focus on Katerina’s head bobbing up and down on my husband’s throbbing erection. So, when the tip of Bruce’s cock found my pussy opening, my eyes opened wide, my jaw dropped... and I let out a surprised yelp... as he slid it past my pussy lips and shoved it inside me.
My mind was reeling, but I was brought back to the moment when I felt how incredibly big Bruce’s prick was. Holy shit, it nearly split me in two... but, my God, it felt incredible!
“Holy shit, Bruce... you’re fucking huge!”
I heard him chuckle, as he pushed the head of his incredible cock as far as he could inside me... then held it there, as I slowly... but surely.... began to accommodate his enormous member.
I closed my eyes and let out a guttural moan... then spread my legs a little wider... as he started sliding his thick boner in and out of my wet vagina... completely filling my cunt, and stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before. His wide, bulbous head was hitting all the right spots inside me, making me wetter and wetter, as he pumped his stiff erection in and out of my drenched cunt... my pussy juices leaking out from around his pounding prick and dripping down the inside of my thighs... while he slammed his rigid pole deeper and deeper with every forward lunge.
Without warning, an incredible, intense orgasm washed over my entire body like a tidal wave... leaving me grunting and gasping for air... as Bruce continued to massage my flailing tits, while plowing his huge hard-on in and out of my sloppy wet pussy from behind.
As I enjoyed the remnants of my leg-shaking climax, I opened my eyes and saw that Katerina had pulled my husband’s cock out of her mouth, and had climbed onto the sofa... straddling his hips... using one hand to guide his erection, as she lowered herself onto it... letting out a throaty, lingering groan as it slipped past her labia and entered her vagina.
Kat began bouncing up and down on Travis’ hard-on, while he toyed with her quivering boobs and taut nipples... both of them swearing and moaning, as they found a rhythm to their rocking hips.
At the same time, I felt Bruce pick up the pace... then lean forward... grunting and murmuring in my ear that he was about to cum. But he totally surprised me when he pulled his cock out of my pussy... spun me around... pushed me to my knees... and told me to open my mouth.
Stunned, I didn’t react quickly enough, and his first stream of cum hit me on my cheek. I immediately opened up, and he blasted the next several ropes of jizz into my mouth, and onto my tongue.
I swallowed... then opened up again, when he shoved his still rigid boner into my mouth... sliding it back and forth... while I stroked it with my hand, and used my lips and tongue to clean it off.
To be continued
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