Mary and my wife hit it off quickly and decided to spend the day together, indulging in a little girls’ outing. Meanwhile, Ben and I took the kids to the swimming pool, enjoying the sunshine as Mary and my wife set off for some shopping in a nearby town.
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We stayed connected throughout the day, with my wife sending occasional updates on their adventures. They tried on clothes, sipped on drinks, and laughed together. After a while, Ben and I decided to head back to the cottage to prepare dinner. We took our time crafting an Italian meal, eager to surprise the girls when they returned.
Then my phone buzzed with a message from my wife—a photo of a lingerie shop. “Picking out something special for tonight,” she teased.
Keeping my phone close, I sensed there was more to come. Moments later, another picture arrived. My wife stood in the dressing room wearing a daring red thong. “How about this one?” she asked. It was stunning, but then again, everything looked amazing on her nearly bare figure.
Another update followed: a matching red bra, sheer and provocative, nipples subtly visible. My focus on dinner faded. “Wow!” I texted back.
Silence fell for a few minutes. I asked Ben if he had heard from Mary, but he shook his head. We continued cooking, fed the kids, and put them to bed.
Just as I was coming downstairs, my phone erupted with messages. Ben and I sat side by side, eyes locked on the screen.
The first photo showed my wife in a sleek black thong and bra, the mirror reflection revealing Mary snapping the shots. The next image was Mary herself, glowing in the same red set my wife had modeled earlier. I couldn’t decide who wore it better—my wife’s fuller breasts or Mary’s perfectly sculpted behind.
Then a selfie arrived: both women pressing their bare chests together, smiles wide and wicked. “Having fun!” was the caption.
It certainly looked like it.
A bold new photo quickly followed—Mary in nothing but a crotchless thong, my wife’s face close by, her tongue playfully extended. The sight ignited something hot inside both Ben and me.
I texted, “Are you two coming back soon?”
Almost an hour passed with silence, our imaginations running wild from the tantalizing images.
Then: “Open the curtains on the right side of the living room.”
I sprang up, pulling back the curtains to a view that had me breathless. The lights were on at Ben and Mary’s cottage, but their windows were veiled—until a hand slowly parted the drapes. My wife posed seductively in one of her new lingerie sets, then the curtains closed again.
They quickly reopened as Mary appeared, donning a black ensemble that left little to the imagination. She arched her back, pressed her breasts to the glass, and flaunted her curves teasingly. The show continued—five more daring outfits, each more revealing than the last. Ben’s face was practically pressed against the window, captivated.
When the curtains finally closed, my phone rang. It was my wife. “Ready for more?” she purred.
“Absolutely!” I replied eagerly.
The curtains slid open all the way. My wife and Mary stood side by side, my wife holding the phone. They’d moved a couch in front of the window, waving teasingly at us. Without hanging up, my wife set the phone down on speaker.
Their lips met in heated kisses that carried through the speaker. As they undressed each other, my wife slid Mary’s thong down and pushed her onto the couch, facing us. She knelt between Mary’s legs, kissing and teasing her inner thighs.
Mary’s hands tangled in my wife’s hair as moans escaped her lips. Fingers soon found their way in, deepening Mary’s pleasure until she cried out in release. My wife rose slowly, helping Mary up by the hands.
They turned, my wife lifting one leg onto the couch and spreading herself open. Mary knelt before her, trailing kisses up delicate legs to her most intimate places, licking and fondling. My wife closed her eyes, fingers threading through Mary’s hair as Mary’s other hand began to explore inside her.
After a while, my wife shifted, turning so Mary could lavish attention on her backside. With one hand, Mary expertly caressed her clitoris, igniting waves of pleasure that sent my wife into a shuddering climax, cries echoing through the room.
The two women caught our gaze through the window, faces glowing with mischievous smiles. “Ready for more?” my wife asked, the invitation electric.
We could only respond with enthusiastic thumbs-up.
The girls giggled, then my wife retrieved a double-ended dildo from behind the couch. They knelt on the couch facing each other, mouths eagerly enveloping both ends until the toy was slick and dripping.
Turning with their backs to each other, they slowly slid the dildo inside, pushing and pulling together, hips moving in perfect rhythm. Their moans and the sounds of skin meeting skin filled the air. Ben was stroking himself nearby, shirtless, entirely enthralled. I was right there with him, permission unnecessary.
Their rhythm intensified—hard, fast, relentless—until abruptly they stopped. My wife pulled the toy from between them, licking it sensually before speaking. “We’re ready for the real thing now, honey. Why don’t you come over? Ben can stay right here.”
I hurriedly dressed and joined them, entering with desire burning in my veins. My wife took my hand and guided me to the couch, lifting one of my legs up.
The two women dropped to their knees and lavished my cock and balls with ravenous attention. This was my second double blowjob—every sensation overwhelming.
I fought the urge to come immediately, intoxicated by the scene and their touch. Sensing my struggle, my wife paused, pulled Mary to her feet, and led us back to the window.
Standing side by side with hands pressed to the glass, their hips arched invitingly. “Fuck us both,” my wife challenged.
I started with her, thrusting deep and hard for a minute before switching to Mary. The pattern repeated, plugging myself in and out of them, eyes locked on Ben’s figure pressed against the window, jerking off in tandem.
Returning to my wife, she suddenly stopped me. “I want you to cum inside Mary now,” she whispered.
I obeyed, pushing into Mary as my wife knelt beside her, spreading her legs wider and lavishing her with passionate licks. Each thrust pushed Mary’s body tighter around me, her moans escalating into screams of ecstasy.
Overwhelmed, I surrendered, gripping her ass as my climax spilled urgently inside her. Mary convulsed in response, matching my release perfectly with my wife’s skilled tongue.
Pulling out slowly, my wife began licking the cum dripping from Mary’s folds—an intoxicating, intimate gesture that left us breathless.
With a tender kiss, my wife sealed the moment, then whispered, “Let’s go, honey. I think Ben’s ready.”
Dressed and buzzing with desire, we returned to the other cottage. Ben rushed to Mary’s side, pushing her onto the couch as the curtains closed behind them. Meanwhile, my wife and I slipped into the shower, ready for our own passionate encounter.