The best things happen unplanned. (1)
Past weekends have been busy for me and Claire that is why we didn’t plan for any activity this weekend. Saturday morning grocery shopping and in the afternoon the common house cleaning. Claire made fresh pasta for diner.
Then, we were just finished and tasting the wine that we planned to open for diner we got a unplanned visitor. We both were still in our comfortable clothing, me joggers and a sweater, Clair in panties and a T-shirt. I opened the door, it was YY, I walked him to the kitchen. Claire’ s face was one big smile, did she know?
Yes she knew but when he called early afternoon they decided not to tell me but surprise me. He asked if it was okay to shower and change as he came straight form the hockey-field. That explained why he was in his trainers and the smell of beer that was all around him. She asked him to have diner with us and stay over assuming I was okay with that. And of course I was, I was pleased to see him and the his company promised a pleasant evening.
But first we all needed to fresh-up in the bathroom. Wow I almost forgot how pretty he looks when naked, but I wanted to preserve his lust for later. While he stood there, waiting for us water splashing over his torso and his big boy pointing to the ceiling, I whispered to Claire. “Let us edge him and see how long he can take it”
We showered and teased him, soaping and washed him and only touched his hard-on by occasion. His hands went all over us, teasing us with his fingers but we avoided body contact with his dick. He was puzzled and his erect penis was jolting up asking for attention. Suddenly we broke the tension, stepped out of the shower, toweled our self and disappeared to the bedroom to dress.
We were downstairs setting the table for diner when he came down. His face was like one big question mark, but the front of his training pants showed his lust. “What is going on?” “What are the two of you up to?” I approached him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek and whispered “we want you for dessert” At the same time one hand went under his sweater over his naked back and one hand went in his pants. He wasn’t wearing undies, he knows how I like to feel his ding dong. I had to control myself but his big thick dick felt so good in my hand I couldn’t resist giving him a few jerks. He moaned from excitement.
“Diner is ready” purposely Claire interrupted our short rendez-vous. I left him again with his dick throbbing from yearning lust. I was starting to like this edging game, my pussy was soaked from excitement and my my shirt showed hard pointing nipples. We sat down and Claire walked over to his side of the table to serve him the steaming spaghetti. But he looked at the sexy panties she was wearing under her short shirt. I bend over the table to serve him the sauce, my tits dangling free and visible in front of him. It surprised me that his dick didn’t lift up the table, his face and eyes were full of hunger but I suppose not for spaghetti.
While we did eat our pasta and we kept teasing him. I was facing YY and Claire was seated between us and she played her game with him as well. Her shirt was crept up, her legs slightly spread, giving full sight on the warm spot he was longing for. When we all finished our plates, I walked to the kitchen followed by Claire. In the kitchen the two of us made out with our hands kneaded each others buts. He was watching us. She whispered “keep working me until he stands up from the table”. Which much to my surprise took longer tan I expected.
When we heard him moving from the table we walked back and sat at the table again, do you like tiramisu? He was staying friendly but his voice was tense “you promised another desert”. We both started to laugh which puzzled him again. Sweetheart you are our dessert, serve it to us.
I had sympathy for him, we tortured him long enough. I gave him a kiss and with my hand in his pants guided him to the couch. We jointly undressed him, his dick was rock hard and pounding up and down. I took Claire’s panties down and also for her the foreplay had made her swollen and wet. He took her shirt off over her head and her blonde long hair fell down over her beautiful boobs. Shivers went through all of me, my goodness I love her so much, she’s so sweet and beautiful.
She straddled him, I hold up his hard cock and teased her with it, tipping her waiting and wanting by now dripping pussy. She came down to take him in, I love the sight, she is moaning while the soft flesh stretches to give way to receive him. It is a wonder how much a girl can take in her. He moves slowly, in and out and I play with her now hard clitty. I am tingling all over and my wetness dripped down on my thighs. I want him to lick and kiss my pussy and I moved over to his mouth and straddled him. We are both riding him facing each other, we pull our arms around each other, he is trying to get hold of our wobbling boobies and while we kiss we both reach a fantastic orgasm.
And still our desert is not finished. All this time he has been a good boy holding his orgasm but now he is reaching his max, I move down and try to suckle on her as best as I can when he ejaculates in her. His and her juices are dripping down while I lick his still chocking dick, I don’t want this nectar spoiled and lick it off her. She wants a taste as well and we both are on him, kissing and licking trying to keep him hard as long as we can. She looks at me and kisses me, my face still wet from their juices.
I will get him ready for you and she murmurs “I love you” between our kisses. And after a little while I straddle him and she guides him in me. She knows that I like it when she suckles on my clitty when I am filled, my clitty is sensitive by now but she knows like only a girl knows how to help me come. My second orgasm is always much more intense than the first one and I love my second orgasm. And this one was one of those that I will still remember for days to come.
(Right now it is Sunday evening, he is gone and I am writing the above while she is sitting next to me, fumbling with me. I am sorry for the typo’s and grammatical mistakes but it is hard to concentrate. This weekend story isn’t finished yet but you will have to wait. I guess you understand why.)
Davina (weekend pleasures)