Bath Tub Threesome

You’re sitting in the bath, soaking in the heat, relaxing after
working the weekend shift and feeling beat. Now it’s your moment.
Hubby will be home soon but this time’s for you. Hmmmmmmm…

You hear the front door open. “Honey, is that you?” “Yeah, sugar.
I brought you somethin’ special.”

He enters the bathroom. Through the steam you see he has flowers!
Better yet, he’s naked and his cock is wagging before him
proudly. Yummy.

He sets the flowers on the counter, says “That’s not all, babe.
The’s more.” He’s smiling as he kneels. You reach over the edge
of the tub and massage that pretty thing. It throbs under your
touch. You kiss one another deep.

He reaches for a wash cloth and soaps it, reaches down with it
and gently scrubs your pretty crotch with long strokes as his
mouth sends shivers down your spine and his free hand pulls at
your slippery nipples in the most charming way. The soft-coarse
material of the cloth sends your clitoris singing. He strays at
your bottom and tickles your darling rosebud knowingly. The bath
was good but it just got better.

You hear a noise in the other room! “What’s that? Did you bring
company home??” His eyes sparkle. “Sort of, sugar.”

A young woman enters. She too is naked. And Black. She introduces
herself. “I’m Becky. I work with your husband at the office. He’s
always telling us about you. I thought it was time we met…”

The mood is right. She brought champagne and three glasses. What
the hell?

Becky’s pretty. Her breasts aren’t as large as yours but her
pubis is trimmed prettily and she has the nicest little navel in
the room She seats herself on the edge of the tub, soaks her feet
alongside your own as she fills the glasses and passes them
around. She takes a real interest in your husband’s attention to
your crease, watches intently as he continues wiping you up and
down. Your knees spread, you slip down further in the hot water
and sigh seductively, inviting her to watch his moves up and down
your underwater pretties.

She strokes your inner thighs with one foot, tickles your pretty
thatch with her toes. Hubby grins, then soaps her feet and guides
her big toe to your tightly clenched anus. You’re startled at
first but the pleasure’s overwhelming as it slips in. He resumes
massaging your vulva in slow, even circles. You whine low and
hot. Becky smiles as swiggles her toe just at the entrance to
your bottom. It’s very nice…

Carl’s cock is soapy and wet in your hand. He runs his fingertips
up and down Becky’s thigh as her toe tickles you deep. You feel
warm and nicely penetrated as your spouse washes your kitty with
loving sensitivity and the prety stranger does her thing to your
bottom.

She withdraws. The three of you sip your champoagne and wait for
something to happen.

“I know,” Becky smiles. “Watch this.” She stands and places her
feet on either side of the tub, perches herself over you,
squatting so that you can see her crotch spread open and pink
before you. She steadys herself against the tile with one hand,
reaches down with the other and dips into her lovely mouth. She
wets her fingertips with her juices, then rubs her clitoris to
standing. The hot little nub peers out at you as she gazes down
into your eyes sultry and sweet. Carl’s erection throbs in your
hand. She stretches her labia wide, then pisses onto your
breasts!

You’re a little taken aback, but her stream feels good, even
hotter than the soapy bath that almost covers your titties
anyway. It rains down out of her in little uneven spurts at
first. Then it comes steady and hard. She strains. Her crotch
opens and releases itself wide like a flower. The amber squirt
splashes against you, her stomach muscles taughten and expand
till her flow subsides and stops. She pushes a time or two more.
Then she’s finished. Her smell mixes with the scent of Carl’s
cock in the steamy atmosphere of the little room. You both giggle
as Carl tongues your ear anwhispers, “Pretty”.

Becky descends, careful not to slip on the wet porcelain. Her
next trick brings Carl in on the fun. She crouches behind on the
tile floor. You’re not sure what she’s up to, but by the way your
spouse’s penis is jerking in your fist, you realize that the
little vixen is tonguing his anus and balls, running round his
dangling scrotum. It’s making his dick dribble under your touch.
It’s got him massaging your clit in tighter, faster circles. It’s
making both of you nervous as hell.

That Becky. She’s a fun kind of a gal…