The Characters
Vicki
Wendy
Me
Vicki is the kind of exquisitely beautiful woman every red-blooded man, and some red-blooded women, want to fuck, cunt, mouth and ass (though not necessarily in that order), and this I got to do on a regular basis. But I also believed that others should get the opportunity to have her, even if only for one time, and I took pleasure in watching her put out for another guy, because I retained ultimate possession of her.
Or maybe Wendy and I shared her equally. That’s why she went home with us after the marathon fuck session with the swingers that Friday night. When the ladies put their dresses back on, rearranged their hair and did their make-up, you wouldn’t have thought that under their clothing they were so well-fucked. We climbed into the limo and didn’t need much conversation on the way back to Wendy’s apartment, each of us reflecting over the evening’s activities.
We got back to Wendy’s place and went up the elevator. I noticed the front of Vicki’s dress was now stained as moisture came through. Wendy noticed too. We had got back just in time, saving any embarrassment.
Wendy’s apartment was obviously decorated by a woman’s hand. The open plan living room was colored in whites and creams with white leather furniture. The carpet was plush. Her bedroom continued the white theme, with a huge satin covered bed dominating the room, augmented by decorative drapes on the dark patterned wall behind. The room could seem serene, but the intertwining shapes on the wall could give the room a decidedly erotic flavor knowing Wendy’s sensuality. This was Wendy’s private retreat in Paris, a home away from home from the diplomatic residence she shared with her husband. She was free to do her own thing when she wasn’t expected to do the duties of a hostess. Who knows what kinds of things her husband was in to, because he certainly wasn’t pleasing her.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Wendy gushed as she cast her jacket on a chair and kicked off her heels. She was suddenly shorter but no less appealing. “Relax, you guys.”
I plumped down in a chair in the living room and Vicki sat down demurely. I could tell she was tired. Wendy came over to her and looked at her in a motherly way. “You can get out of that dress and we’ll have it dry-cleaned,” she said, first taking Vicki’s shawl from her.
“Where shall I undress?” Vicki asked, and I was amused by her situational modesty.
“Why dear, you have nothing to hide from us,” Wendy said with mock condescension.
Vicki smiled and reached down to unstrap her own heels before she let Wendy unzip her dress and help her step out of it. I saw her black lace panties were sopping with the cum leaking out of her pussy and ass.
“Let’s have those as well,” Wendy commanded, and Vicki pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, handing them to Wendy. Wendy looked at Vicki’s bared crotch and bent down to examine her.
Vicki looked a bit uncomfortable and folded her arms underneath her breasts which were still in their bra.
“Sit down love and let’s have a look at you,” Wendy urged.
“I’m afraid I’ll mess…” Vicki started, but Wendy intervened. “Oh pooh pooh, the furniture can be cleaned.”
Vicki sat down with her knees together and her hands on them and I smiled at her. She glanced at me but let her eyes wander as Vicki crouched down to push her knees apart.
I leaned forward to look as well. Her cunt was closing again, but was still red and puffy. Her pubic hair was matted and I could see dried cum on her belly and thighs.
“We’re going to have to clean you up,” Wendy announced. “I know I need it too.” She took Vicki by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I got up and followed, pausing to look down where Vicki was sitting and seeing a small pool of sticky fluid on the leather.