Chapter 13: Misty’s Back

I had a conference call that started at 11:00 and was desperate to get off that call in time for Abby and Misty coming home for lunch.

When the call had run over by 10 minutes, I was telling the crowd I had to go, while the bean-counters kept harping on the same crap as every week. At 12:11 I heard the garage door open, and that was it for me.

“Guys, I have another meeting. If you need an hour and a half to go over infinite minutia, schedule it. This was a one-hour meeting. Email me anything I miss.” I hung up the phone, forwarded my office phone to my cell, and put my unavailable message on my voicemail. There. Cleared my afternoon.

I heard the giggling downstairs, and found myself getting excited even before I had seen anybody.

I looked over the railing, and saw Misty walking toward my bedroom. She was peeling off her shirt as she walked across the family room. No bra. It was clear someone was here to play.

“ALEX,” my darling wife called out.

“On my way, sweetness.” I called down to her.

I met her in the family room, and swept her up in my arms. She shrieked, then wrapped her arms around me. “You’re in a good mood!”

“Five minutes ago I wasn’t particularly,” I admitted. “It’s a miracle what a change of company can do for you.”

“Bad morning?” she asked.

“Just typical.”

“Let’s see if we can change that.”

I carried her into my bedroom where I found Misty lying in the middle of the bed, wearing tiny panties and nothing else. She looked good, damn good.

I placed Abby on her feet so she could finish disrobing. I also stripped down as quickly as I could, perhaps displaying a little of my eagerness.

I was barely on the bed before Misty made a beeline for my cock, taking it in her mouth before Abby even had a chance to get settled. I guess I wasn’t the only eager one.

Working my way to the center of the bed, in spite of Misty’s ardent attention, I finally was able to relax, lean a couple of pillows behind my head, and watch as Abby reclaimed what was rightfully hers. The two hotties battled for supremacy until they achieved détente, each content with her share of my missile.

Misty was still the wilder cock-sucker, and more proficient, but Abby had made up considerable ground. I paused to wonder where Krista would place in the expertise order.

Abby pushed her face down, swallowing me completely, and Misty giggled, grabbed my wife’s hair and holding her in place. “So! Somebody’s been practicing!”

When Abby finally pulled away gasping Misty took her place quickly, once again striving to solidify her role as champion cock-sucker.

I was getting a little worked up and needed to slow the action down. With a good bit of difficulty I managed to dislodge Misty off of my rod and sit up.

“The three of us have limited time together, and I need to make sure that first and foremost, my darling wife who arranged this little get-together gets hers.” I encouraged Abby to lay back on the bed. “Of course she can get me on demand, so let’s give her something a little more exotic.”

I lifted Misty into the air, swinging her across the bed while she squealed. I still couldn’t get over how small and petite she was, her weight almost negligent. I placed my plaything on her knees right between my wife’s open legs, and pushed her head down in the direction I wanted her to go. I sort of expected some kind of smart-ass comments from one of the two, if not both, but it didn’t quite work out that way. Instead Misty got comfortable and went to town on my wife, her hands and mouth quite busy.

It was an incredibly sexy sight. I slid up behind Misty and massaged her panty covered butt before I reached down and started fondling her crotch. She was already wet, and my finger created a nice little crease, rubbing between her puffy lips, spreading the wetness across the thin cloth. I eased her panties off of her hips, and pulled them down just far enough to clear the way for me to do what I had in mind. I lined my cock up and found my way inside of her with little difficulty.

Her narrow little hips and tight ass made my raging hard-on look impossibly large for her little opening, but I knew it was an optical illusion. I stretched her wide, no doubt about that, but she accommodated me nicely, able to take the entire length without distress. I had to wonder where it went. It seemed like at the end of each stroke she should practically be choking on it.

I rode her easily, long slow strokes, just enjoying the idea of fucking the little tart going down on my wife. She was a tricky little thing, and by spreading her legs a bit, her panties would ride up and press against the bottom of my shaft, while I plumbed her. It was an interesting feeling, more than just a little exciting. After a couple of minutes I pulled out and took my wet sticky cock to my wife for attention. She had her eyes closed, but opened them when she felt the weight shift on the bed next to her. I put my cockhead to her mouth.

“Suck your friend’s juices off of me,” I told her, my voice rasping with desire.

She took me and although she was too distracted to give me her best work, she did let me fuck her face pretty aggressively even as she grew less attentive. I climbed back behind Misty and toyed with her cunt, teasing her. “Make her come, make her come hard, and you’ll be getting yours soon.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her steady while pounding a couple of fingers into her, and I heard her moan her frustration into my wife’s pussy.

Maybe she’s as good on women as she is on men. She did get my wife to come, and come big. She brought her to a series of orgasms, and I just let them entertain me, playing with Misty gently, not enough to distract her too badly, but more than enough to keep me raring to go. Keeping the panties on her was just a little bit more fun to watch.

When Misty finally rolled out of the way, after a particularly strong orgasm from Abby, I immediately jumped in her place, and slammed my cock into Abby before she could come down, making her gasp loudly. I fucked her hard, continuously not slowing for her orgasms, or for my impending one. Misty eventually got back into play, toying with Abby’s exposed clit, while I held my wife’s legs high and rammed her fast and furious.

“I’m almost there,” I announced for my wife, as she cried out under the continuous assault.

Misty took that as an invitation to plant her mouth over Abby’s and rape her mouth with her devilish tongue.

With the added inspiration, I reached over, slid two fingers deep into Misty, and dumped my load into my squirming wife.

We all collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, looking for a short rest. But Misty didn’t take long to revert to her plans for me.

She started licking, cleaning me, then sucking voraciously to get me hard. Once I was clean, however, I guided her back to Abby. “Suck my cum out of my wife’s pussy.”

She was an obedient little hussy and did as I requested, more gently this time, not driving my wife too wild. After a few minutes, she slid back to my crotch, once more looking to get me hard.

“God, look at the time. I’m going to be late,” Abby announced.

Misty groaned. “Please, can’t we stay just a little longer?”

Abby reached down and caressed her frustrated friend. “I have to go, but you, you little cock-slut, are his until he throws you out.”

That got a response, and Misty jumped up and gave my wife a huge hug, tit to tit, and a big kiss. Their play looked ready to evolve into a lot more, if time weren’t an issue. Abby pushed her away, back to my cock. “Suck him until I go.”

Abby cleaned up, got dressed, and kissed me goodbye, while her friend’s amazing mouth settled onto my cock, and gave me a sweet leisurely sucking that Misty and I both knew was just for show. The main act was just a few minutes away. “Don’t forget to pickup Maddy at 4:00,” Abby reminded me.

When the door to the garage closed, Misty climbed off of me. “Give me a minute. I need to make a call and change some plans, Ok?” She was kicking off her panties before she was even out of the bed.

“Absolutely,” I told her, then got up and found a couple of bottles of Fiji water for the bedside.

The clock read 1:04 pm when she reappeared, ready for action. “God, I’m so ready for this. I can’t believe your wife left you alone with me! Anything special you want to start with?” She had climbed on the bed, and was laying beside me, her shoulders level with my hips. Her hand had already sought out my cock, and she was fondling it, while she asked.

“How about a showing me a little more of what that magical mouth of yours can do, before I return the favor?”

Darling Misty was willing enough, and had me rock-hard within minutes. Once my staff was standing tall, she shuffled around the bed, rotating until her knees were bracketing my head. I reached back and folded my pillow in half, raising my head up so I could access her sweet bare pussy without straining my neck. We played in that position for a few minutes, getting each other thoroughly worked up.