B stood in the lift of his apartment building and gazed upward as he ascended. His shoulders and back felt tight, his head buzzed with noise as his brain decompressed after a long day at work. As he looked into the floor to ceiling mirror in the lift, he noticed has was comparably less pristine than when he left for work this morning. His bald head remained cleanly shaved but five o'clock shadow had started to form on his jaw line and face, emphasising the Johnny Sinns resemblance people would surprisingly frequently point out to him. An extra button was undone at the top of his white, Brunello Cucinelli shirt, with the sleeves somewhat haphazardly rolled up in response to either heat, frustration, or some other demand of the day. Somehow, he had managed to keep his shirt tucked reasonably well into his navy suit pants, but still he was eager to get home to his beautiful wife J, strip everything off and get into something comfortable.
B reached the floor of his apartment and stepped out into the moody foyer, with dark marble floors, and limited natural light. The lack of bright lights and busy stimulation was welcome, as B's mind wandered to thoughts of greeting his wife, and whether he could be bothered to go for a run, or go straight for a glass of wine. He ambled across to the entrance of his apartment, calling "Hey darling!" into the long hall as he opened the door and walked inside. It was an unusually large apartment for the centre of a city. Lofty twelve-foot ceilings, long warmly coloured wooden floor, a steep staircase that lead to a second floor with bathrooms and bedrooms. On the lower floor, from the entrance was a long hallway, lit with natural light from glass sliding doors and windows that formed the entirety of the back wall of the apartment, and lead out to a private courtyard. The entrance hall lead past the stair case on the left, a bathroom and laundry, and then a closed off study on the right into an L shaped open living area comprised of a dining room and then kitchen and lounge room. The open living area was flooded with natural light from the expansive glass windows and doors. This area was typically sensitive to, and reflective of the weather, such as today, with the grey overcast light creating a more subdued mood.
As B walked into the hallway, kicking off his shoes, and discarding his work bag in an automated fashion he heard J call back to him from the lounge. "Oh hi B!" she called out in a tone that was almost a nervous giggle, not at all in keeping with her usual greeting. As he walked in further through the dining room, he noticed a wine bottle open on the bench in the kitchen.
"Have you got a glass of wine already, or would you like me to pour you one?" Be asked.
"Ha no I'm good thanks." J replied, again in this atypical nervous giggle.
"You all good J?" B asked warmly as he turned into the lounge room eager to see her. As B walked into the lounge room, his heart began to race as surprise, nerves, and excitement rushed through him. J was not alone in the lounge room.
J sat on one end of their long, tanned leather sofa, entwined with their neighbour from upstairs, Ava. They looked so beautiful, as the light bathed their bodies. They were both dressed in only their panties, their clothes lay strewn on the rug in front of the sofa. J had been resting against Ava, kissing her breasts, while Ava hand on hand placed on J's head with her fingers running gently through her hair, and her other hand down the front of J's panties, stroking her pussy. The two women created a beautiful contrast. J had a petite figure with long darker blonde hair, light blue eyes, prominent cheek bones, small perky breasts, and a long, elegant torso. Even when tanned her skin was scattered with freckles most prominent on her back and arms. Despite her small frame, she was still slightly pear shaped, with strong muscular legs, and a very noticeable peach of an ass. B had gladly spent many hours of his life massaging, kissing, licking, caressing and coveting that beautiful ass, with its short crack, wide upside-down love heart shape, and full cheeks. Ava was taller than J, probably by four or five inches. She was older than B and J, who were both in their early thirties. She was likely in her mid to late forties with a very perfect almost doll like face, consisting of dark eyes, long lashes, full lips and dark brunette hair always fixed in a sort of Hollywood nineteen fifties diva hairstyle. B and J had definitely both noticed and talked about Ava before. While fucking and watching porn together they had shared the idea that she had a strong likeness for the porn star Penny Barber. This likeness was not limited to her pretty face. She had a slightly curvy but athletic build, a perky protruding butt, and large breasts that sat so perfectly but also so naturally they would spark the debate of whether they were real or fake.
J looked up from Ava's breasts towards B and gave him a meek smile. "Hey baby... I hope this is alright?" J asked softly to B, while Ava continued to stroke her pussy.
"Ha of course!" replied B, trying to stifle any sense of nervousness or over eagerness in the tone of his voice, not wanting to fuck this up.
Ava cut across smoothly, "J honey, why don't you welcome your gorgeous husband over and help him relax?". The two women stood up. Both were wearing black g string panties. J wore a high waisted ribbed cotton g string, while Ava's was low with ultra-thin bands that met at the back tied to a small golden ring, and at the front her pussy and pubic region was barely covered by a small satin patch of material. B continued to subdue signs of feeling overwhelmed, nervous or excited, while his heart pounded as these two beautiful goddesses left the sofa and glided towards him.
Within a minute of the interaction the dynamic between the three was clear, Ava was in control. Ava moved to B's side as the two women reached him. She then ran one hand across B's broad back, while her other hand slowly began working at the buttons on his shirt. J tilted her head upwards and kissed B as her hands wandered inside his shirt, now undone by Ava.
"He has a big strong chest, doesn't he?" asked Ava to J, as she gently gripped J's hair and guided her head towards B's chest, while her other hand continued to rub and stroke his back. Although Ava had a sweet, pretty face, and spoke in warm welcoming tones, J and B had always agreed she gave off the impression she was strong, and not to be fucked with. In this moment, Ava was definitely living up to that impression.
