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Author’s note: Though not necessary, the reader may want to review the prior stories in this 3-part series: “A Renewed Friendship” (written from the husband’s perspective) and “A Surprising Rendezvous” (written from Nikki’s perspective). This final apparently, they had been at it for a while. In fact, fresh cum was slowly sliding down Nikki’s cheeks and chin; she must’ve just gotten a facial from my husband. I had so many thoughts fluttering in my mind, but the first thing I signed to her was a question: “Is that your daughter?”
Yes, signed Nikki. She apologized for that surprising addition, but proceeded to explain that her daughter had insisted on having sexual access to my husband as part of her 19th birthday present. With a look of amused admiration, Nikki added that her daughter had turned out to be quite adventurous in her sexuality … just like her mom.
Content enough for the moment with Nikki’s explanation, my attention snapped back to my original target. Glaring at my husband, the wheel of my emotions rotated back to anger. “Get up,” I ordered him.
Immediately rising off the bed, he stood there sheepishly, unable to make eye contact with me, his rapidly-softening cock wilting between his legs.
“Go sit in that chair.” I gestured to the chair facing the foot of the four-post bed.
As he obediently sat down, I looked more closely at Nikki’s daughter. Although I had never met her, she looked familiar as she laid there in her birthday suit — perhaps because she looked like a younger version of her very sexy mom. For the second time that day, I found myself staring at a stranger’s chest — but this time, I didn’t have to imagine what it looked like in nothing but skin. She was even more well-endowed than her mom, and her whole body was stunningly pure and beautiful. It occurred to me that I felt … attracted??
On the bed, I noticed the bondage ropes that Nikki had told me she would be bringing. I decided to enlist Nikki’s daughter as an accomplice. “Hi. Would you want to be my helper?”
She smiled. “Anything for you.” Her tone was genuine, and yet also overtly Nişantaşı Escort seductive. I was slightly embarrassed — but more so flattered — as I surmised that her mom must have told her some stories about me.
I asked Nikki’s daughter to use the bondage ropes to tie my husband’s ankles to the chair, and then also tie his wrists together behind the back of the chair. She eagerly complied, and — to my husband’s credit — he didn’t resist at all.
Once he was bound to the chair, naked and vulnerable, I resumed venting my vengeance at him. “You thought it was a good idea to cheat on me behind my back with Nikki, huh??”
Silence. No eye contact.
“Well guess what?”
More silence. He knew not to speak.
“Well, now I am going to cheat on you with Nikki — but instead of doing it behind your back, I’m gonna do it in front of your face. And even if you like watching it — unlike last time — you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it. You’re gonna wish somebody would pay attention to your lonely dick, but you’re not gonna get any — not from me, not from Nikki, not even from your hand.”
Ooh, that felt good. As I emphatically concluded my speech, I stepped boldly toward Nikki, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my lips deeply into hers.
In no time at all, our tongues reintroduced themselves to each other. My hands roamed all over her naked body, gravitating toward her perfectly formed rear end. As I squeezed her body against mine, I felt her hands fumbling with my clothes, and I knew she wanted to see what laid underneath.
My hormones were racing like a teenage girl. I was ready to show off.
Raising my arms straight toward the ceiling, I summoned Nikki’s daughter to lift up my shirt. She played along well, raising it one tantalizing inch at a time, slowly exposing what had been hiding underneath: the very revealing strap harness top that her mom had requested.
“Ta-da,” I exclaimed with a smile. Nikki’s gaze was transfixed.
One of the best parts about this sexy piece of Pendik Escort lingerie was what it did to my 34Bs; they had never been framed so well. From a circular ring positioned in the middle of my cleavage, one pair of 2-inch wide black straps ran horizontally under my breasts, giving them extra lift. A second pair of straps rose up to and over my shoulders, while a third pair angled slightly downward and wrapped around my midsection to complete the nipple-baring look.
I looked damn good, and I knew it … and I was too impatient to slowly continue disrobing, so I promptly pulled down my sweatpants. Doing so revealed that I was wearing a black pair of wide-pattern fishnet stockings which rose up to my waist … but were missing a key piece of fabric. In between the narrow gap in my crotchless pantyhose, my thirsty pussy lips exposed themselves.
Nikki’s eyes lit up with desire. On the bed, she signed to me. NOW.
I had a strong guess about what she intended to do. If so — unlike the first time — I was more than ready. I laid flat on my back, opened my legs as wide as I dared, and waited with bated breath to feel Nikki’s mouth reunite with my crotch.
Thankfully, after an absence of several months, she didn’t make me wait a single moment longer.
A very loud groan of satisfaction escaped my lips as I was instantly reminded how good it felt to have my childhood friend slide her tongue along my slit.
“Oh, Nikki …”, I moaned, even though I knew my deaf friend couldn’t hear me. I said it again, louder, mostly to antagonize my watching husband: “Ohh, NIKKI …”
My husband always said he enjoyed eating me out, and he usually did well enough to be able to bring me to climax that way, but I was instantly reminded that nothing compared to the skilled tongue of my girlfriend. I felt like she was sucking my soul out of my swollen clit.
Senses on overload, I was soon ready to cum — but I wanted to save that orgasm for something else, so I pressed against Nikki’s forehead. When she disengaged, chin glistening from the Rus Escort wetness of my cunt, she signed concerningly to ask if she was doing something wrong. I swiftly assured her that everything she was doing felt fantastic … but, instead, I had another surprise for her.
As Nikki backed away, I discovered that her daughter had been standing there watching us — actually, judging by her hand placement, she had apparently been masturbating as she was watching us. Was she bicurious too?? In any case, I asked her to grab the bag that I had brought and give it to her mom.
“Sure!” Her reply was cheerful.
As she walked over to the door, I found myself staring at her smooth backside with admiration, and when she bent over to pick up the bag, I peered into the shadows between her legs. I forget what a teenage pussy looks like …
She turned around more quickly than I expected, and I was caught in the act. Although she smiled knowingly at me, she chose not to say anything, and instead simply brought the bag to her mom. Nikki reached inside … and pulled out the harness and strap-on dildo that I had bought just for today. For her.
Both girls gasped with surprised delight. I mouthed my next words carefully enough for Nikki to read my lips, but also loud enough for my husband to hear: “Nikki, I want you … I want you to FUCK me.”
Reacting as if she’d just been given the best present ever, Nikki couldn’t move quickly enough to strap it on. Other than its purple color, it was a realistic-looking cock, from the details of its mushroom-shaped tip to its smooth veined shaft. Only 5 inches long, it was smaller than my husband’s, but I’d never used a dildo in my life and wasn’t sure what to expect. All I knew is that I wanted to show my cheating husband that I could get off on a dick that wasn’t his.
As Nikki’s daughter helped adjust the harness around her mom’s waist, I noticed that they seemed extremely comfortable interacting with each other’s nudity. In the back of my mind, I wondered about that, and yet I was much too focused on what was about to happen to me. With the harness in place, and the purple dildo secure, Nikki climbed onto the bed between my outstretched legs.
No foreplay, I signed to the only female lover I’d ever known. Just fuck me.
Smiling wide, Nikki positioned herself and gently pressed the tip of the dildo against my pussy lips. For a moment, I feared she might tease me with it.
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