It was odd at first, joining Katrina at her apartment last Friday evening. Katrina is my esthetician who has been waxing my vagina every month or so for the last several years. Weāve shared a few secrets over the years and I have been attracted to her since I first met her. A few weeks ago, I finally gathered the courage to masturbate while she was waxing me. We were at her place of business so Katrina did not engage in any obvious sexual activity as I fingered myself to orgasm in front of her. However, she clearly enjoyed the show. Katrinaās subsequent invitation to join her at her home led me to believe she was interested in doing more than watching.
When Katrina opened the door, we shared a few awkward moments. We had never socialized before, other than brief chats while she made my intimate bits silky smooth. Despite the intimacy of our professional relationship, we were both out of our comfort zones in a social setting. But we soon relaxed with a glass of wine and our conversation flowed more easily. I could tell she was anxious but I attributed it to her being nervous about engaging in sexual activity with a woman. I wondered if perhaps it was her first time.
She was definitely dressed to attract attention to her athletic figure. In contrast to my soft curves, Katrina was very lean and well sculpted. She wore a form fitting top which perfectly outlined her small, perky breasts. Her black tights rippled slightly as she walked, thigh and bum muscles clearly defined under the skin tight material. I was wet before I finished my first glass of wine and beginning to wish I had worn panties. There was a significant risk that evidence of my arousal would soon be displayed in the crotch of my jeans. My arousal was heightened by Katrinaās furtive glances at my breasts, my loose fitting top showing a generous amount of cleavage.
We chatted and laughed, discussing many topics, each of us waiting for the other to mention our last waxing session, which was the natural starting point for the erotic evening I craved. Surprisingly, given the anxiety I sensed in her, it was Katrina who took the first step.
āSo, I was wonderingā¦ā She hesitated, took a deep breath and started again.
āUm, what you did last time was pretty hot.ā
She was now staring at my breasts, only lifting her eyes to meet mine in fleeting glances. I smiled and shifted my position, parting my legs slightly and drawing her gaze downwards. My vagina was tingling in anticipation of Katrinaās tongue invading it soon. I waited for her to gather her courage and continue.
āHave you done that before? Does it really turn you on? Well obviously it does since you came all over my treatment table.ā
She gave a nervous laugh as she finished babbling and then listened wide eyed as I recounted a few of my public masturbation episodes. Regular readers of these segments will know I have masturbated in a hair salon, a public washroom, a classroom, a mall, a hot tub, and elsewhere, all with other people around me, usually strangers. With very few exceptions, those around me were unaware of my activities. Masturbating in front of her was one of the rare occasions when I did it openly.
āI hope you donāt mind, but I told my boyfriend what you did.ā
Well, thatās not what I expected to hear. I didnāt even know she had a boyfriend, although she had mentioned being with guys during our chats over the years. However, her comments also led me to believe she was at least bicurious if not bisexual. I assumed her invitation was to enjoy that side of her sexuality with me. She began to talk faster, seemingly in fear of me leaving before she finished, and I quickly realized my assumption was incorrect.
āAnd we were wondering if, uh, you would be willing to do it again. For the two of us. Not a threesome or anything. Just like you did for me. His nameās Jake and heās a really nice guy, cute too, heās waiting, kinda hiding, in the bedroom.
She was babbling again, stealing glances at me as she talked, trying to gauge my reaction, no doubt concerned I would be offended. I was disappointed to be sure, but not offended. I had been fantasizing about making love to this beautiful woman for several years. That now seemed a lot less likely than it did a few moments ago. Also, my husband was not here and, while he knew and approved of my evening with Katrina, I did not have his approval to have sexual contact with anyone else, especially a guy. Our rules are pretty simple. He likes to watch me have sex with other men and I donāt do anything in that area unless my husband is there to enjoy the experience with me.
On the other hand, I am an exhibitionist and the thought of rubbing myself to orgasm while they watched me was beyond tantalizing. But what if it went further and I ended up fucking Jake without my husbandās permission? I knew I could never live with myself.
āDo you want to meet him?ā
Katrinaās question startled me out of my thoughts. I nodded my assent and she called out to her boyfriend. A few moments later, Jake emerged from the bedroom just down the hall. Katrina had described him as cute but this was the understatement of the century. I wonāt bore my mostly male audience with the details, but letās just say he had panty remover looks, no alcohol required. He was also a good decade younger than Katrina. I looked at her and she returned my stare with a cheshire cat grin.
We exchanged pleasantries and Katrina described how they had been dating for two years and were starting to push their sexual boundaries by fulfilling each otherās fantasies. My kind of people. šNevertheless, after a few minutes, I politely pulled the plug on their request. I briefly explained why I couldnāt do anything with Jake there, my wet vagina silently protesting every word.
āWhy donāt we use Skype? We can all watch you together.ā
Wow. Brains and thigh spreading good looks. Katrina had certainly hit the jackpot. I was immediately on board and went into the kitchen to call hubby. It was an interesting conversation but heās always up for something new, and it was no surprise he agreed. The only condition was no sex with Jake. That was fine with me as I had my sights set on Katrina.
So out came the laptops. It was startling how fast we went from me letting down Katrina and Jake easily to the two of them sitting across from me looking excited, and a laptop beside them with my husbandās grinning face.
It was a bit intimidating to have the three of them staring at me, but I closed my eyes and let my hands wander over my body. Jake had moved a large bean bag chair right in front of the couch, just a foot or two from where my audience was ensconced. The chair was perfect. It moved with me as I squirmed and I slowly began to let go, giving myself over to arousal. I teased them, lifting my top to give them brief peaks of my breasts, before removing it completely to expose myself. I opened my eyes and watched them watch me while I stimulated my taut nipples. My little hard nubs were straining outwards, almost as if they were reaching up to my fingers on their own, desperate for more stimulation. Every tweak and pinch travelled directly to my pussy, my juices now flowing freely. I decided in that moment I wanted to see Katrina naked. Perhaps a little quid pro quo.
āI donāt want to be the only one naked,ā I said, cupping my breasts and pointing them at Katrina. āSomeone else needs to take some clothes off.ā Jake knew what I wanted and he started to lift Katrinaās top. She protested weakly but she was quickly topless. Her breasts were simply breathtaking. Small and firm, perfectly shaped, with nipples that stood out half an inch at least. Her top had obviously been holding her nipples in and they were spectacular in their naked glory. Ever accommodating, Jake moved the laptop for a few seconds so my husband could see Katrina. We were rewarded with a view of my husband taking his pants off. Heās definitely not shy.
Gradually everyone turned their attention back to me as I began to play with my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I arched my back and grinded my bum into the chair, the beans confirming my movements with an oddly sensual and ironic grinding noise. I pinched one nipple hard and gasped, then trailed my other hand down my belly and abdomen, pausing at the waistband of my jeans, before moving over my pubic bone and cupping my vagina. As I feared earlier, my jeans had a wet spot but I no longer cared. In fact, I wanted them to see it so I put a finger on either side of the wet area and gently thrust my hips upwards, highlighting the evidence of my arousal.
I began rubbing my pussy, pushing a finger hard into the wet area, stimulating myself through the coarse material. I adjusted the centre seam slightly so that it ran up the middle of my slit and over my clit, then scratched it repeatedly, sending tingles throughout my body. I moaned for the first time, softly, with the promise of more to come.
I teased my audience and myself, pushing my hips up slowly as I unfastened my jeans then slipped them down my thighs and off. Now completely naked except for my socks (hubby loves it when I keep my socks on), I laid back, angled my crotch at my audience and closed my eyes. I kept my fingers outside my panties at first, fondling my vulva and pushing the thin material into my warm crevice. I began pulling the top of my panties from the front and back, sawing back and forth, forcing the gusset even further inside me.
I couldnāt take it for long and had to take my panties off. As I pushed them down my hips, they stuck in my vagina for a bit, coming loose with a small squelch. I laid back, spread my legs obscenely wide, and closed my eyes again. I sighed as my fingers began exploring my pussy, dipping inside, then spreading my juices over my mound. I teased my clit, circling it, drawing it out of its hiding spot, then lightly rubbing it directly. I moaned with the first contact and continued with a steady string of whimpers, gasps and moans as I fingered myself. I could feel an orgasm building but I didnāt want to cum yet so I slowed down to edge for awhile.
I heard rustling and opened my eyes in time to see Jake removing his clothes. I continued to rub my pussy while I watched him push his pants and briefs down and step out of them. He was semi erect and, while I would love to embellish here and tell you he had a monster cock, he was average at best, a bit smaller than my husband. But it was nicely shaped and the rest of him was like a marble statue so I enjoyed this distraction immensely. Jake sat back down and started stroking himself, joining my husband who had angled his camera to show he was fully erect and pumping slowly.
My eyes went from Jake to my husband, then to Katrina. I raised an eyebrow and she did her best to feign ignorance. Jake took the initiative again and put a finger inside the waistband of her tights and tugged them down an inch. She didnāt budge so he put a finger in the other side and tugged a bit more. She didnāt help or resist so in one deft movement, he slid them right off, panties included. Katrina squealed in mock indignation and crossed her legs, but didnāt object when Jake picked up the laptop to give my husband another look.
āSpread your legs for him.ā
Katrina looked at me when I spoke, then at Jake, insure what to do. Jake put the laptop at her knees, signalling his agreement, and she slowly opened her legs, giving my husband a voyeurās dream of a view. My husband told her how pretty her vagina was and asked if she would spread her lips for him. He loves when I do this for him. Katrina didnāt hesitate this time and opened her legs wider, then used her fingers to spread her labia. My husband responded by pumping his cock faster, his approval obvious.
āDo you like showing your cunt to a stranger?ā
I think I shocked her a bit, but my peak was being kept at bay only by sheer willpower at this point and this is the dirty talk zone for me. She didnāt answer so I looked at Jake.
Jake smiled. āLike a faucet.ā
āMasturbate for him Katrina. Letās cum together.ā
We all held our breath waiting to see what she would do. Tentatively, with a glance at Jake for reassurance, she put her hand on her vagina and began to move her fingers, slowly at first but soon her pace increased to match her growing arousal. She was the picture of eroticism as she sat there, her head back, her eyes closed, mouth and legs open as she masturbated for us. I decided there would never be a better opportunity to taste Katrinaās pretty pussy, so I reluctantly took my fingers out my vagina and crawled over to her.
Jake heard me coming and shifted so I could kneel between Katrinaās legs. I stroked her inner thighs, eliciting a small moan of approval. I leaned in and inhaled the aroma of her arousal, then kissed a little higher on each thigh. I continued to plant little kisses on her firm and luscious thighs as I moved closer to my glistening target. Not surprisingly, she was waxed smooth, except for a small patch, and her juices were spread over her lips. Katrina moved her hand as she sensed my mouth close to her opening and let out a long, drawn out moan as my tongue invaded her dripping hole. I lost myself in her folds, burying my face between her thighs, leaving no part of her between clit and bum hole unmolested by my tongue.
āLetās move you guys to the couch so Bethās husband can see better.ā I saw that Jake had put the laptop on the bean bag chair and hubby could only see me from behind. We quickly repositioned with Katrina lying length wise on the coach, and me once again kneeling between her thighs. I glanced at the laptop quickly, giving my husband a smile and returned to Katrinaās messy pussy. I enjoyed the new position as my bum was now up in the air and I knew Jake was behind me, presumably enjoying the view.
I guess I should have figured it out sooner, but Jake had a plan. I didnāt realize it until I felt his warm breath on my bum. I should have shut Jake down right then, but I was beyond horny. I knew only my head and shoulders were visible to my husband, so I rationalized and told myself Jake hadnāt touched me, he was just getting a close look at my naughty spot. Instead of putting a stop to it, I enjoyed the warmth on my bum crack and my pussy. I told myself at first the wetness was all me. By the time it was impossible to deny he was tonguing my bum hole, it felt too good to stop.
Katrina was now moaning non stop, grinding into me, her pussy juice coating my face. I couldnāt get enough of her, pushing my tongue and fingers into her vagina and anus. I penetrated both her holes, alternating my thrusts so she was always filled in one end or the other. I began to lick her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm with each flick of my tongue.
But I couldnāt focus on Katrina completely. I was distracted by the tongue nestled between my bum cheeks, which was now beginning to explore my dripping muffin. I had allowed it to go this far, so I spread my legs and gave Jake complete access, moaning loudly into Katrinaās pussy as Jakeās tongue pressed inside me and then found my clit. I leaned backwards and arched my back, trying to create a better angle for Jakeās tongue to stimulate my clit. I could feel the early stirrings of an orgasm and I eagerly anticipated its arrival.
I couldnāt suppress a groan of disappointment when Jakeās tongue disappeared. However, I didnāt have long to wonder what happened as I soon felt Jakeās erection press against my vagina, seeking entry. I moved forward to avoid being penetrated and tried to keep a rhythm going for Katrina, whose orgasm was quickly approaching. Jake followed me, trying to maintain contact, the head of his cock snaking its way along my slit then into my bum crack.
I was paralyzed, my emotions in turmoil as I sought to remain faithful to my agreement with my husband. Yes, I know, technically I had already broken it, but only a little. Penetration was the big no-no. I remained still, tortured by Katrina grinding her cunt into my mouth at one end and Jake grinding his cock into my bum crack at the other. My pussy was drooling in anticipation of being filled.
When Jake positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy again, I didnāt move away this time. Encouraged, he pushed forward, the head of his cock gliding past my labia, about to breach my opening. I let out a guttural moan, a mix of desire and frustration. The erotic thrill of having a cock about to penetrate me while my husband was watching my face but unaware of what was happening to me was beyond anything I have ever experienced. It was dirty and wrong, but it felt so fucking good, I couldnāt resist. I held my breath as he slowly pushed inside me, then moaned loudly into Katrinaās muff as he buried his cock all the way in, his groin pressing into my cheeks. My moan put Katrina over the edge and she grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face into her quivering cunt as she came.
āHoney,ā I gasped, barely able to articulate any words as Jake began to fuck me, ācan I break a rule?ā I reached for the laptop and turned it so my husband could see all of me.
āIām sorry baby, I got too horny.ā
I looked at the laptop just a few feet away and saw myself in the little screen that showed my husbandās view, hugging Katrinaās lower half, ass high in the air, while Jake was thrusting into me from behind. My husband didnāt answer me but our view of him stroking his cock didnāt change, except he was stroking much faster now. I took this to mean he was ok with the last minute change in plans and let myself go.
āHarder,ā I whispered to Jake who was happy to oblige. My orgasm had been hiding in the wings for a horny eternity and I opened the gates to let it out. I put my mouth back on Katrinaās pussy, moaning into her and licking her clit, reigniting her passion, while Jake plowed my slutty cunt.
āDo you like watching Jake fuck me while I lick your cunt?ā
āYes,ā Katrina gasped, heading towards another climax. I latched my lips onto her clit and sucked her into horny oblivion for the second time. My own orgasm arrived on the heels of Katrinaās, taking my breath away. My husband knew I was cumming from my relentless stream of whimpers and moans, as I lost control. I watched my husband shoot a jet of cum onto his belly as my own contractions began squeezing Jakeās cock. I rested my face in Katrinaās gaping hole while my climax peaked, then slowly and deliciously subsided.
Cum in your girlfriend,ā I said and Jake pulled out of me and plunged into Katrina. My husband and I watched them fuck until Jake unloaded in her a few minutes later.
As the passion dissipated, reality hit and I watched the laptop for some indication of how my husband was feeling. As if reading my thoughts, his smiling face filled the screen and he assured me we were fine.
Well, it seems now we have two couples to play with! š
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