Page 56 of Festive Flings

As my wife kisses the other woman’s body, tugging on her nipple and fingering her, I instruct the other two girls to imitate her, copy what she does. I sit and watch all four women pleasuring each other while I rub myself; my cock is rock-hard solid, and I haven’t even taken a Viagra yet.

This night is going to be wild.

~ Billie ~

Kelly is roughly the same height as me, but she is super curvy and sexy as fuck. I pull her towards me using her gold gift bow and tell her I would like to lick her pussy until she cums.

"Oh yes, absolutely, Ms. Favourite. I would love that." I love my husband and his body, but I absolutely adore the female form. I love inflicting pleasure on beautiful women, with their soft voluptuous curves, round boobs and tight asses. Then the jewel in the crown… the delight between their legs. I love pussy. I love the difference between each one and yet they all function pretty much the same.

As I kiss down Kelly's body, I stop at her peaked nipples, nibbling them and twisting them with my fingertips. Kelly moans as I do. I slide my hand over her wide hips and down between her legs. She is well groomed with a neat and tidy wax job not dissimilar to my own.

Sabrina is wild. She whispers to me, “Do you like a bit of bum fun, Ms. Favourite? It’s my speciality.” I tell her to go for it. Jonty instructs Jill to pleasure Sabrina from behind and then Kelly to finish off our daisy chain with Jill sitting on her face. With Jonty sitting up and us being on the floor, he can see everything.

I take all of Jonty’s shaft into my mouth, and his cock bounces off the back of my throat. I will never tire of sucking off my husband. This was my signature move to get what I wanted. I know Jonty really enjoys the feel of my mouth and tongue as it wraps around him, and even to this day, cumming in my mouth remains his favoured place.

Simultaneously, Sabrina laps at me. My nerve endings buzz with arousal, and when she rubs my clit with her finger instead of her tongue, I shudder with pleasure as she licks all the way up to my back passage. “Hmm, Ms. Favourite does like a bit of bum fun,” she announces as she rims me. I moan into Jonty’s cock as my orgasm brews and blows from nowhere.

“That’s my girl. Go on, Bill, cum for me while Sabrina licks your ass.” Maybe it’s the taboo of it, or it’s the millions of nerve endings in that area. Or maybe this has been my fantasy for so long that the best orgasm of my life was inevitable.

Jonty calls for a break while I clean up and recover. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He insists that the night is young and we have lots more fun to come. I load up with snacks and tell our guests to help themselves. Jonty brings me a large glass of diet coke with ice.

We sit around together in the kitchen on stools and chairs. Our characters are forgotten for this short time, and it feels wonderful and relaxing talking to these three beautiful and intelligent women. My husband kisses me and holds me to him, and I don’t know where I would ever be without my Jonty. This is a shared experience with him, but I could never do this without him. I wouldn’t want to.

We return to the lounge area, and I wonder what else Jonty has planned for us. When he slips back into his character, so do the Angels, and I am therefore Ms. Favourite once again. I think of inviting Jonty to have some fun with me and Jill when the doorbell rings again.

No one knows we are here, so who could it be? My heart starts pounding and I look to Jonty for what to do. However, he stands up confidently, still in character. “I hope this isn’t our nemesis and all-round bad guy, Thin Man,” Jonty shouts theatrically. He smiles at me and winks as he goes to the door. My man always has the ability to thrill and surprise me.

A deep voice travels through to the lounge. “We meet again, Charlie. I am here to destroy you and your Angels.” A tall handsome man in his late twenties walks into the lounge wearing the iconic pin stripe suit and slicked back hair. He takes in the scene. “But wait, who is this? Another Angel? She looks like one, so beautiful and yet dressed like a whore. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Stay away from her; she’s Charlie’s Favourite; she’s our favourite.” Thin man laughs manically while rubbing his chin as the Angels try to protect me from the evil villain.

“At last, I have found your Achilles heel, Charlie! I have a proposition. I want one night with your favourite and I will let you and your Angels live.”

“Never!” Jonty shouts back. Now comes my turn, my chance to indirectly give my consent to the scene put before me.

“Wait, Charlie. I will do it. I will spend the night with you, Thin Man… but only if Charlie and his Angels can stay and join in the fun, too.”

“It sounds like we have a deal.”

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