This is a stand-alone story although you may wish to read Chapter1if you are feeling randy!
When the heavy breathing started to return to normal it was Linda who spoke first.
"Christ, I'm f..."
"Fucked?" suggested Julie.
"No, I meant that I am f..."
"Feeling faint?"
"No, I'm f..."
"Frigid?"
Linda looked up at her friend in disbelief before she finally managed to finish the sentence, "Me frigid? You must be joking. No, I'm fucking famished!"
The owners of three limp cocks and three abused pussies all laughed.
It was time for a respite.
"Ok, you guys," Linda went on to say, "a two minute shower each is on the cards, the girls stay here and the men can go into the guest bedroom. There are plenty of towels in the cupboards and we will all meet in the lounge is ten minutes. No messing around now," she cautioned, "I'm hungry!"
No-one was going to argue with a starving woman like Linda and the three men galloped into the adjoining bedroom to shower as instructed.
The next few moments were spent in a steaming room as girl after girl, and boy after boy, splashed away all the sweat that they had recently leaked after all the sexual exertions that they had indulged in. True to form, although slightly more than ten minutes, they merged into the lounge, hair not quietly dried and Linda opened the first bottle of wine. After making sure that each glass was filled she proposed a toast, "Thanks everybody for a great afternoon, now here's looking forward to a terrific evening.
"Amen to that," Bert said on behalf of them all and quaffed his Chardonnay in one gulp.
"Hey!" Linda berated him, "that's good stuff you know."
Bert just licked his lips and retorted, "Any chance of another?"
"Ok," Linda said with a huge grin, "just because it's you," and she refilled his glass.
"Not just because he has the thickest dick you've ever seen?" asked Julie shyly.
"Well," Linda admitted, "that as well!"
Shirley made the next statement. "Off you go boys, I'm getting hungry too, and I fancy some Chinese food, is that ok?"
"Sounds good to me," they all seemed to say in unison and the men aimed for the front door. "Anything in particular?" asked Tom. Two of the three women shook their heads. "No, just surprise us."
Linda, on the other hand said, "Make mine Char Sui with Bean sprouts," and then added, "with fried rice."
"Got it," one of the men said as they left the building and, as soon as they had gone, the three women sat down at the dining room table and started to make plans for the evening's entertainment. There was a lot of giggling going on, even when the guys brought back the dinner, and there were four plant pots with pieces of paper inside them on the middle of the table.
The evening light was going down and Linda went to set up some seductive, and romantic, candlelight to set the mood for the evening ahead, outward giggling.
"What's so funny?" Paul asked as he brought the bulk of the cartons to the table.
"Nothing," Linda replied innocently.
"What are these for?" Tom pointed at the four pots.
"Those," said Julie in a strident voice "are for us girls to know, and for you guys to find out."
"Oh," whispered Bert, "then the sooner we eat..."
"Now you're getting it Mr Beans!" Linda said as she grabbed her food from Paul and plated it.
The buffet went well, the banter was good, the innuendos were well received and the ever feeling of expectation was always in the air. Linda sighed as she planted the last mouthful of char Sui and bean sprout down her mouth.
"God, that was good," she sighed. "Almost as good as a blow-job!"
"Linda!" Shirley chastised her with a smile on her face, "how could that be as good as a blow-job?"
"It's sticky and salty!" she retorted.
"Anyway," Julie interrupted, "Haven't we forgotten something girls?"
"Oh, yes," Linda replied as she looked at the three horny men across from her. "We need dessert, don't we girls?" As she spoke, she looked into the eyes of Shirley and Julie and winked a naughty wink that was reciprocated.
Tom apologised, "I'm sorry, we didn't get any desserts. There's no banana or pineapple fritters I'm afraid. After all that's all they had to offer." Bert and Paul both nodded and Bert added, "That's true, and I wouldn't thank you for a banana fritter."
"Oh, I don't know," Julie said in a low voice, "a banana fritter might come in handy now and again!"
"Shit!" swore Paul, almost apologetically.
"Don't worry boys, dessert is definitely on, courtesy of us girls," Linda soothed the mood and, looking around at Shirley and Julie, she got the two nods that she was expecting. "Shall we?" she suggested to the other two females.
As a response all three women stood up and went to fix dessert but, instead of going into the kitchen, they flaunted across the floor and went to the back of the couch and threw themselves forward so that the three short skirts that they wore rose up to reveal their underwear.
They had, obviously, raided Linda's lingerie drawer. Julie still had on her cum-stained stockings with Tom's emissions on them but she had augmented her posterior with a sexy pair of French knickers, also in black.
Shirley and Linda had adorned stockings and suspenders as well, Shirley had gone for the colour red, Linda green, and both wore matching thongs to complement them.