VICTORIA’S SECRET by CecilBCK
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In my experience nothing comes close to the frisson of returning passionate tongue kisses with my lady partner while sitting naked alongside her, as we watch each other receiving sexual pleasure from another person providing oral sex to us. Let me tell you about one such recent occasion.
On a Sunday afternoon, my lady Sarah and I were expecting Victoria with one of her friends for a sexual encounter.
We met Victoria a week earlier while we were attending a cocktail party for the launch of a new fashion range. Cocktail parties are always a good way of flirting with potential new sexual partners, female and male, we have discovered.
Sarah was wearing heels and a tight, black, above the knee cocktail dress with a halter top. “Does my ass look big?,” she asked with a sexy smile as the taxi picked us up.
“Your magnificent ass always looks big in the tight skirts you wear to flaunt it. And I can see the outline of your tiny thong under your skirt,” I told her as the taxi driver ogled her wonderful thighs as we got into his cab.
After our third drink we were approached by a woman of about thirty. Sarah had been looking at her closely. “I think she must be talented,” she told me, her code for gender fluid.
I was instantly reminded of one of her criteria when ***********ing new partners. Would you be comfortable receiving or giving oral sex with that person for twenty-minutes?
We fell into easy conversation with Victoria. She works on the fringes of the fashion industry she told us. “Do you have a partner,” Sarah asked, her interest piqued.
“Several,” she smiled back.
Another drink and the conversation became even more flirtatious. “Do you have any favourite forms of foreplay Victoria? Roger and I have some rather kinky ones. Some people might think we are deviates. Though they can be exciting, very exciting.
“Are you gender fluid Victoria? I think you have guessed we are.”
“At least-twenty minutes,” Sarah whispered to me as she held my hand. She has a penchant for the challenge of bi-sex women.
“i need to pee. Would you two like to watch?,” Sarah asked with a wicked smile.
“Would love to,” Victoria smiled with great aplomb, before Sarah took our hands and led us to the bi-sex toilets. We drew some envious glances from the males and females washing their hands as Sarah took us into a cubicle.
“I always pee better without my thong Victoria. Would you take it off for me please?,” she teased as she turned her back on her and lifted her skirt to her waist.
“I have been fantasizing about your ass since I saw you walk in tonight. That is just awesome, magnificent,” Victoria told her with a raspy voice as she ran her fingertips over her ass cheeks.
“Were you fantasizing about licking and kissing my ass while you slid my tiny thong down to my ankles Victoria? Do you like my man watching you licking and kissing my ass?
“Did you like my man watching you licking and kissing my ass? I know he did,” Sarah teased, her legs spread so Victoria and I can watch her pee. “Do you like the way my man shaves me? Freshly shaved tonight.
“Do you need to pee Roger?” Sarah asked as she slid my trousers and briefs down to my ankles before they watched me pee. “My man is much larger than that when he is fully erect,” Sarah told Victoria as I enjoyed flaunting my semi-erect cock for them. “Thick and nine-inches when aroused.
“Would you like to be our guest next Sunday? We would both love to have you. As long as you bring one of your partners with you,” Sarah told her.
When we exited the cubicle there must have been at least twelve people washing their hands.
Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. She loves telling me, “I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for you Roger – and me.”
During the week Victoria emailed several pics for us to consider. “Who would you like me to bring for our mutual pleasure?”
The first one was an exotic, almost naked, long haired brunette, her hair almost down to her nipples with a huge smile and a hand on the crotch of a fully clothed boy of about twenty. An Asian lady, younger than us, wearing heels and a fully open designer jacket sitting on the edge of a desk, with her gorgeous legs spread. “Wonderful thighs and I love the large amount of trimmed, jet black pubic hair,” I told Sarah, her face flushed.
“Perhaps you should let yours grow for a new look down there. Her thighs are almost as good as yours baby,” I told Sarah truthfully. I would love to have them over my shoulders while Sarah watched after I had kissed and licked them, I mused, turned on by them. I also fantasized about watching Sarah tongue fucking her.
The next pic was Victoria, totally naked, a pillow under her back, legs spread, as a younger man was tongue fucking her while a naked girl in her early twenties was kissing her.
‘Are we on the same page? Sexual excitement?,’ her message read.
Two days later some more pics. A man with his back to a wall wearing heels and pantyhose with a generous erection pointing up at forty-five degrees. “I do like that look,” Sarah smiled.
The next pic was a close up of a naked woman, her head cropped out of the pic, nice tits, legs spread with a man’s arms wrapped around her thighs as he tongue fucked her. “You can do that to me tonight, I want it,” Sarah whispered.
The third pic that day showed Victoria in black slacks, her nice tits spilling out of a lacy black bra as she kissed a man wearing nothing but a shirt while another younger woman was sucking his cock. “I like the way she has her hand on the other woman’s head,” Sarah whispered.
‘Any special preferences?’, her text read.
‘One more pic to tempt you,’ Victoria emailed the next day, A thirty something woman was sitting on a bar stool, her elbows resting on the bar, looking over a shoulder. Her only attire were heels and a black garter belt to hold her stockings up.
A naked man was standing behind her, his hands on her glorious ass as he fed his thick cock into her. “Wow, we have never done that,” Sarah told me as she kept looking at the pic. “Would you like to fuck me like that with with Victoria and her friend watching?”
‘Your magnificent ass would look good on that stool Sarah. Your man or should I bring mine? Which one would you like to share with me?’ Victoria’s message read.
‘They are all very tempting, will let you know in ten-minutes, I have to confer with my man.’
“Can you bring along the lady in the very first pic you sent, she is a turn on for both of us,” Sarah asked on the speaker phone. “We are both looking at her pics again right now. We can’t keep our eyes off her wonderful thighs and that beautiful sexy, hairy cunt.”
“You mean Jeannie? She used to be a dancer, hence the wonderfull legs.”
“Yes, those heels while sitting on a the edge of the desk, with her gorgeous legs spread, was a turn on for both us. Wonderful thighs and we love the large amount of jet black, pubic hair. I am going to grow mine for a new look down there.”