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myself getting wetter and wetter. My legs were wide open now, in direct invitation and offering to him. I was so lost in the euphoria of the moment, his hands and lips everywhere and our bodies intertwined, that I was almost oblivious to the sensation of the playful tongue coming down on my pussy. At first I thought I was imagining it, but very quickly I realised it was true; somebody (that was not my husband) was tentatively flicking their tongue over my wetness. At this realisation, I exhaled a sigh of pleasure and delight and became incredibly aroused. Who was this? Was it a man or a woman? I tried to reach a hand down to touch a head, but I felt a pair of masculine hands pushing them over my head so that I was no closer to knowing.
    I squealed in response to the blissful encircling of my engorged clitoris, administered to me by a foreign tongue.
    The same tongue then started to head south and inject its stiffness into my aching sex. All the while, my husband’s lips never left mine. I came hard in the stranger’s mouth whilst kissing my beloved. It was only when my husband pulled away, letting the stranger shuffle up my body, that I realised that the stranger had thick long hair and a pair of breasts that were rubbing against mine. The fact that she was a woman sent a surge of electricity through my spine and I was overwhelmed by the desire to taste her. Instinctively I parted my lips and started to kiss her, feeling her smooth and toned body on top of mine. I felt the heat of her pussy against mine too, as she rubbed herself greedily. I became more and more desperate to taste her. She seemed to read my mind, sidling up to me and straddling my face. My tongue leapt up to meet her pussy and didn’t stop lapping for some time. I’d dreamt about a moment like this for so long, but I could never have imagined how delicious another woman could taste. Added to this thrill was that of uncertainty, having no idea who she was had liberated me from any innate inhibitions. So there she was (whoever she may be) making love to my erect tongue. There were no groans in the room, other than those of contentment coming from the meeting of our lips. It was about that time that I heard the unzipping of a fly and I knew that he would be entering me soon.
    “My God, you’re so fucking wet!” he uttered, through gritted teeth as he tried to withstand the excruciating tightness of my soaking sex. I tried to respond, but her pussy was still pressed tightly to my face and riding my tongue whilst he rode me with his throbbing cock. My words resonated over her pussy, causing her to come hard and scream out,
    “Jesus, yes!”
    It was at that moment she gave the game away, lifting up my mask and revealing herself to me in a whole new light. It was my best friend Ana. I had toyed with idle fantasies of her for as long as I could remember and now here she was in all her naked splendour, joining in our party games. I gave her a big grin; it was all I could manage as I’d been rendered totally speechless. I stared at her lovingly, her long cascade of dark hair and those cobalt blue eyes. Here in her presence I felt hornier than ever and I wanted the three of us to have some fun.
    We had always shared a psychic connection and tonight was no exception. In unison, our heads turned to my husband, who was mesmerized by the naked sight of the two of us and had his cock in his hand.
    “Would you like to suck my husband’s cock?” I asked her, knowing full well it was a rhetorical question.
    “It would be an honour,” she replied, only half-jokingly, as I knew there’d always been a spark between the two of them.
    Without further ado she dropped to her knees before his protruding manhood. I took his good old familiar cock and guided it in into her mouth, where he was ravished by her. She took him deep into her throat, bobbing her pretty little head up and down as she brought him close to the edge with her  polished oral skills. I needed to join in