I heard the door open and Robin's call of "You home?"
"In the bedroom," I hollered back, as I was just finishing installing clean sheets. Having a day at home with nothing specific planned I'd stripped the bed and done some laundry and was just finishing up.
"Well?" I said as Robin entered the room, not spelling out anything specific as to my query, but she knew.
"Oh! You washed the sheets!" She was unbuttoning her blouse as she entered the room, slipping it free and off her shoulders as she turned toward the bath. "I'm going to take a shower, want to take one with me?" She glanced at me and I understood it was an invitation to more than
just
bathe. Although we often showered together, it didn't always end up with us having sex in the shower, although that wasn't unusual either.
She was bent over at the counter with one leg lifted, removing a shoe, as I walked in behind her. Stepping up closely I pushed my crotch against her exquisite bottom and slipped my hands under her arms to grasp her breasts. "Do I detect that someone wants to play?" I pushed her bra up and over her breasts, my fingers finding her nipples.
She didn't say anything as she dropped the foot back to the ground and raised her other leg, removing that shoe and also dropping it, before straightening up and turning in place. Her hands came up to my shirt and mine dropped to her pants as our mouths met. Our kiss was passionate, although at first, we were distracted by taking each other's clothes off, but soon enough we were both naked. "Somebody tastes like pussy," I said, pulling away from our kiss, but her hand came up to the back of my head and pulled me to her face again, her mouth suctioning my tongue from my mouth. With both of us now totally naked her other hand gripped my erection and pulled me with her as she moved backward to the bathroom counter. Raising one hip just a little she rocked one buttock onto the counter before shifting her weight slightly and raising the other. Pushing myself forward and between her legs, she guided my cock into her already slippery hole. Wrapping her legs behind me, she pulled me into her.
"Did somebody come home in need of a little cock?" I whispered into her ear, nibbling at her ear lobe as I slowly teased myself into her.
"Shut up and fuck me!" She responded, her legs pulling harder against the backs of mine. We quickly developed a rhythm, my thrusting into her, her legs pulling me in and then easing off. When my mouth moved back to hers, she hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth again just as her pussy was hungrily sucking on my cock. I pushed my hand between our crotches, finding and rubbing her clit. Her juices were copious; moving my fingers down I dragged some of her natural lubricant upward before rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Despite limited foreplay, we both came quite rapidly. Pulling me to her after she came, she just leaned her head on my shoulder for a few moments. "Thank you. I needed that." She held me close for another few seconds, before sitting up and pushing me back. Dropping off the counter she turned to the shower, reached in, and adjusted the water. A moment later she slid the door open wider and stepped in, waiting for me to join her before she pushed the door shut.
"You don't usually like a quickie like that," I opined, having heard, time and again, how clients always seemed to be in too much of a hurry and she appreciated more extended lovemaking with me. She never left home without an artificial lubricant as many clients seldom took enough time to get her ready for sex.
"She was quite a little minx," Robin offered as an answer as she soaped up a washcloth.
"I thought so too," I responded. "She sure enjoyed an orgasm." Thinking back on our night together I lost track of how many orgasms Becca had. Mine, I could count, but knew that over the course of the night, Becca had experienced at least one orgasm from her husband to start and in most cases had several between my own orgasms, sometimes multiple without coming completely down. Without a doubt, Becca was the most multi-orgasmic woman I'd ever been with.
"That she did, giving as well as receiving," Robin said, running the soapy washcloth over her legs and pussy. "She may not have ever been with a woman, but she was sure a fast learner." Reaching for Robin's breasts I let my hands, slippery with soapy foam from putting the soap into the holder after she'd handed it to me, tantalizing her senses and in particular her nipples. "Do my boobs need washing?" She giggled.
"Uhm, always." I felt her nipples hardening to my touch.
"Are you going to join her in giving her husband his threesome?"
"Have to," she giggled, "I didn't charge her for this time."
"You're going to be a broke old lady if you keep giving it away for free," I teased.
"I just need to quit getting booked with virgins. You know I never charge for a first time."
"She wasn't a virgin," I said, misunderstanding what she was saying and remembering she'd spent the night with me.
"She was a virgin with a woman."
"Oh, yeah," I laughed, "that's why I set you up with her."
"See? You keep setting me up with freebies and we won't be able to retire at thirty." We both laughed.
"So? She liked it?"
"Oh My God, she absolutely
loved
eating pussy. I should have been charging her."
"Your lips tasted like you spent a bit of time between her legs, too."
"Yeah, I did."
~
Robin and I didn't normally talk about our clients, but, after Becca asked specifically about Robin, (or rather, Tiffany, as I didn't tell her my wife's real name,) I told Robin all about Jerry and how he'd "bought" me for his wife, as that was
her
price for providing a threesome to him. I told Robin about how Becca had never been with a woman but was interested. I told how even though I didn't normally share my personal life with clients when, in our pillow talk, I'd said that Tiffany had the same job that I did and sometimes played with women, Becca had specifically asked if I'd pass on her information. Robin and I talked about how our work lives hadn't often crossed until that point, and although it was unusual to 'share' a client, she called Becca and made arrangements to meet her on Monday. I'd wondered if she would follow Melissa's "don't charge a virgin" rule, so really wasn't surprised when she said she hadn't.
"She was leery of including another woman in their sex," Robin continued with her unsolicited explanation. "She was really afraid that Jerry would like me more than her. She told me that Jerry wanted to eat my pussy while she fucked him and vice versa and he also wanted to see me and her in a 69 together and since she had never been with a woman, she wasn't sure about that at all.
"She was a bit timid, to begin with, but she didn't hold back. We played for a while and when she asked me if I was OK with her going down on me, I suggested I do her first. I told her to close her eyes and let me please her and afterward she said it wasn't any different than if it was you or Jerry who'd done her. After she'd come from my tongue once, she said she needed to do it to me and did. Four times in two hours." Robin giggled. "She
really
got off on it. After she'd made me cum, she sat up with a sheepish grin and said, "I really did it!" I assured her that she had, indeed, "really done it" and then she asked if she could do it again."
"And you let her?" I laughed. We'd just been standing in the shower while talking, now I reached over and turned the water off, following Robin out a moment later. We dried off and headed back into the bedroom.
"There wasn't much stopping her. We did a 69 which she also really liked, and then she wanted to go down on me again just a short time later."
"Had to have been nice, being able to let someone take care of you?"
"Yeah, it was. A lot of guys want to go down on a woman, others just won't. Except that she'd never done it before, she knew what she liked, and it worked for me too." Robin sat on the edge of the bed, making no effort to put anything on. Putting her hand up, I took it and she pulled me down beside her. "I'd say it was no different than any other client..." her momentary pause put the lie to her statement, "Except that it was."
"Oh?" I questioned, giving her the opportunity to explain. Instead, she pulled me backward, and rolled on top of me, her mouth attacking me. That she was at least still semi-aroused was immediately confirmed although I'd suspected it before.
"Make love to me," she whispered, pulling away from our kiss. Her hand slipped down my body, my penis only slightly responding after our quickie just minutes before. Realizing the problem, she went to work kissing down my body, moving closer and closer to my slowly growing erection until she took it in her mouth. Despite exquisite and skilled tongue and suction, my cock still only slowly responded but she kept at it until she had me hard enough to slip inside her. Although she'd asked for
