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By *am1970 OP Man
4 hours ago
Twickenham |
Claire insisted on helping prepare the dinner. I’d used the downstairs bathroom to shower and Claire and Sarah had chosen to shower together upstairs. Their giggling and flirting filled the house and I’d wished that I’d stayed with them.
Sarah had, once again, been persuaded to do Claire’s bidding and had added a slutty pair of stockings and suspended to the cute little black Hobbs dress. I’d never loved my wife more.
I’d made an effort and put on a pair of chinos a new crisp pink shirt and had added my most expensive after shave to the mix.
Claire was in a different league. The figure hugging Lycra body, tucked in under a short black leather mini skirt, rounded off with a pair of kitten heels should have looked tarty but, set under her slender neck, stunning complexion and silky immaculate mane she, as always, looked magnificent and classy.
We seamlessly shared the duties in the kitchen and sat down to enjoy our pasta. Claire tucked her hair behind her ears before diving in, leaning forward to make sure the spaghetti did not escape her mouth. The top of her milky white young breasts honed into view and a Sarah and I glanced at each other and shared a knowing look.
Claire was proving to be excellent company socially and was telling us all about her young life so far. Her parents had been diplomats and she’d spent most of her schooling in a girls boarding school in the Surrey countryside. She made us laugh telling stories of how her and her teenage friends had practised kissing by making a fist and snogging their thumbs. How this had progressed, to her and her best friend, Rachel practising on each other.
The experiments had continued and almost ended in disgrace when they were discovered in bed, in a heightened state of sexual activity, by their English teacher Mr Harris. Fortunately, he was a kind man. He promised to turn a blind eye and they got away with a warning to be more careful in future. They’d discussed whether they should try and seduce Mr Harris but had decided they didn’t want to get him in to trouble.
“So this is why you are so accomplished” Sarah smiled “success always comes down to dedicated practise” she laughed “it explains why you gave me so much pleasure but, you clearly have gained a much wider experience than that?”
“Are you suggesting I’m a slag” teased Claire.
Sarah blushed “not at all dear” Sarah protested.
“Please go on Claire” I urged you have led such a fascinating life”
Sarah was sitting next to me and glanced down at my lap. “Oh darling” she laughed “our guest is having quite an effect on you again”
“Love it” grinned Claire.
She carried on. “Anyway I come to university here and was taken under the wing of a third year student called Ayesha. I have to confess to falling a little in love with her.”
“Go on” i urged. Claire and Sarah smiled and rolled their eyes at each other. “Ayesha was of Indian heritage, her long dark hair fell like a waterfall from her head, cascading past her shoulders and continued all the way down her back. Her big brown eyes were the sexiest things I’d ever seen and she’d taken me to her bed before the end of Freshers Week. Her body was a bit like yours Sarah but younger and bigger tits”
“I’ll take that as a compliment” laughed Sarah
Claire went in to explain more. It turned out Ayesha had considerable life experience, she was funding her university days with a nighttime job as an erotic dancer.
The exclusive gentleman’s club in the city was not your traditional strip joint, it was much classier. It hadn’t taken Ayesha long to recruit Claire and she had been introduced to the owners of the club.
Mike and Fiona looked after their staff, buying them expensive jewellery and clothes and offering a generous share of profits as an incentive.
Claire had taken a shine to one of the regular customers (unsurprisingly this was reciprocated) and found the delights of a cultured experienced older gentleman far more rewarding than her fumbling fellow students.
In short he’d provided her with the education that she’d used to great effect earlier in the afternoon.
“My god” she said her face reddening and her lips smiling “he knw how to treat a woman. Sadly he moved abroad for work but, you two are turning out to be excellent stand ins”
She’d done it again. Despite my age and the three orgasms I’d already had that day my cock was once again rock hard.
The bullet nipples were poking at the fabric of my wife’s little black dress and I could tell she was just as turned on.
“Claire, I said “that is quite a story. Do you want another glass of wine or is it time for us to show our appreciation for what you have done for us today?”
“Maybe a small one” Claire laughed “you can’t rush a good thing”. She winked at both of us and I somehow managed to maintain a steady hand as I poured the wine.
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