“Come on in and have a seat.”

Christina carefully claimed the visiting Mister and Missus Shepard’s casserole dish and made her way to the kitchen with it. While wiggling away husband Glen bit his knuckle while his Wife Delores instinctively slapped his hand, mischief in her own eyes. All Glen could think was his exploration of Christina’s own words just now. Cum on in and have a seat, his version stimulated by her thicker than normal bare bottom jiggling until she vanished. He preferred a woman less perfect in build anyway, he not being in shape himself. With Christina out of sight Delores reached down and rubbed her husband’s crotch to see just how hard he was getting after seeing the naked blond as well as having her freshly worn G-string so close to his nose he could inhale her scent. Yep! Hard as a rock of ages. Pillar of the CUMmunity! It made Delores giddy. Behavior found necessary she chose her words carefully.

“Your home is quaint.” Delores spoke while continuing to massage his bulging slacks, she wanted him to keep that big boy for her as much as letting Christina arouse him. “Someone has been cleaning inside as well as out.”

“It needed it. My man Dixon will be home next week, and I wanted the place looking nice. I just hope it can stay that way.” She laughs, “Who am I kidding I have guys coming in and pulling out all day long anymore.”

“Oh really?” Delores flared her eyes at Glen who gnashed his teeth. Feeling her own man tensing up she winced at him and whispered, “Don’t you do it.” She just knew he might nut right there in his pants. Nodding with a string of soft exhaled pants he regained his composure.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered to his Wife, “She sounds like a hooker.” Just a husband’s way of making his Wife think he was having second thoughts. Oh, no! He could play the stuffy game with the best of them.

“Be patient.” Delores pinches his concealed crown making him roll his eyes back and push up the bridge of his glasses. “Can I ask you a question, Sweetie?” Mother turned her attention on Christina once more.

“Absolutely! Would either of you like a cold drink? I just went shopping so I have a pitcher of iced tea that I made earlier.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Glen rose to more than one occasion. “I need to cool off after you wiped my forehead.”

“You liked it.” Chris giggled loud enough for them to hear as she found three clean glasses in her sink strainer. Ice from her icemaker, she filled the glasses with tea. Carrying them out into the living room with both hands holding the trio of actual glass glasses Glen envisioned her using those hands on his dick. As soon as Chris appeared Delores moved her hand away from Glen’s inseam so as not to alert Christina of her own bit of mischief. Chris had a general idea what she had been doing, mainly because his erection was standing up in his loose-fitting slacks.

Offering each a glass the couple sat down on the sofa and tried their best not to look obvious in wanting to look Christina over with a greedy inspection. Seating herself in her recliner Christina draped her left leg up over the chair arm so that there was no masking her juicy cunt from their eyesight. “What was your question?”

“Oh! First off, I hope you don’t think we’re… offended by you in any way. I know my mentioning being involved with the Church must make you leery.”

“Not really! I believe in God! I… just don’t always follow the rules. Pretty much none of them.”

“I think that’s everyone Sweetie. Anyway, we were talking yesterday about you, about my confession that hearing you the other night… sparked our Sex life. Glen wanted to thank you himself, isn’t that right Glen?” She pats his upper thigh with an inspiring nod to speak up freely.

“Yeah!” He looked awkward being put on the spot, “Hearing you sure got the ole’ juices flowing.” At the word juices Christina begins rubbing her clit right in front of him, her Pussy wringing wet 24/7 these days. Dipping fingers she lifts them up and toward Glen.

“Mine are too. The condensation from my tea glass is on the other hand by the way. I just dried this one on my recliner arm before… TEAsing myself.” On purpose with a wink.

“Oh, Dear God!” Glen swallowed dryly, Delores holding his leg with a stern way of saying to remain calm. Whimpering a tad he lowered his gaze as if ashamed then shared a revelation, “I… often struggle to… keep it up.”

“Which is why I had to praise you that day.” Delores remarked, “Poor Glen here needed the inspiration. We… were good for the next day but after that, things… had difficulty again.”

“Mister Tower of Babble… comes crumbling down too easily I’m afraid.” He mumbled.

“So you need me to get his balls a rolling again?” Christina chuckled. “I’d be glad to help. On one condition.” His tower seemed fine to Christina but whatever.

“Name it!” Glen growled, his dick ready to burst. This blond beauty although hefty was hitting all the right targets in his hormonal urges. Sadly, his Wife‘s hand was just a warm up, if not for Chris he would still be limp.

“Slow down Honey!” Delores encouraged him, “Let’s not seem too eager.”

“Now there’s your first mistake Delores. When Glen is frisky never make him feel as if you don’t want him to have his fun. Play along at all times. You should feel sexy for him, by him for desiring you. That’s why you married one another, right?”

“I Love her more than life.” Glen leered at Delores who timidly frowned. Some days it sure didn’t feel that way.

“Aww! Thank you Glen. Let’s play Therapist.” Chris continued fingering herself three digits digging within her trickling basin, “Glen? Tell Delores what you feel is missing in your Sex life. What can make it stronger?”

“Besides Viagra… and you?” He chuckled then blushed.

“Delores must feel desired Glen, or there’s no hope.” Chris sucked on her lower lip, pausing to share an expression of her own brewing intimacy. Pressing on while continuing her insertions Chris made certain her sloppiness was heard, “Delores? How do you go about trying to turn him on?”

“Oh my!” She fanned her face with her fingers, “Well… I wear a slinky nightie.”

“Not slinky enough.” He grumbled. “It’s not even see through.”

“What do you suggest?” She glares at her hubby. “Unless you plan on buying me something that you like better. Just don’t you bring up our budget.”

“That!” He pointed directly at Christina. “Cheap enough for you? That was not a dig at you Christina.”

“I can dig on my own as you can see… hear. I think he would rather you seduce him without any nightie on. Right Glen?”

“Exactly! Come at me like a cougar Delores.” He huffed. “Stalk your prey and pounce. Eat me alive.”

“Goodness!” His Wife trembled.

“Like this?” Chris chose to abandon her cunt to lift out of her seat and drop on all fours. Stalking Glen with her head low, hungry eyes staring at him over her brows Chris reached his lap and nuzzled her cheek on his knee with a purr, then turned dark with a growl before planting her face right into his inseam biting on the slacks and tugging them about. Her face batted against his Tower of Babble making its foundations shake.

“Oh, fuck!” He panted then cupped his mouth, “Money in the swear jar when I get home.”

Delores bulged her eyes at Christina’s savage display of ambition. “I don’t know. I’m more a housecat kind of girl. Not some lioness.”

“Nonsense!” Chris sat up and reached for Delores, “Come with me.” Standing up for her Chris still on her knees led Delores across the living room, further back than when Chris first took to her knees by the recliner. Pulling Delores down with her they shared a laugh, “Time to be serious Delores. Do what I did earlier. Make your man want you. Practice makes perfect. Right Glen?” All he could do was nod and use Christina’s G-string to wipe the perspiration from his brow.

“I’m almost 40 I… he looks so pathetic watching me. I think he would prefer you do it.” With a pat for confidence Chris nudged the woman down on to her hands. Another round of pats to the woman’s bottom she became motivated. Delores saw the need in Glen’s eyes and just did it. She in blue jeans matched with a peach-colored pullover top took to her hunting grounds. Slowly taking steps in his direction she reached him as Chris had done, also rubbing her cheek on his knee.

“It’s not the same.” He frowned, “More bestial. You have to do it naked like Christina there.”

“WHAT?” Delores busted up laughing.

“You can do it.” Chris helped her back up and they returned to their prior starting point. Delores was sweating now. “Need my G-string? You might have to wring it out though. Glen is sweating hard.” Drooling over Chris to be more precise.

“Noooo! Just the courage. This is thrilling but… I’m just not used to… others seeing me.”

“There’s only the three of us here. Just… take a deep breath and give your man what drives him primal.”

“Primal? Goodness!” Delores grew flush in the face then went with it. Lifting her peach top off found a lacey white bra cupping firm 36C’s. Once the shirt was off she grew edgy. Chris didn’t give her time to relax, her own hands moving in to unzip the woman’s jeans. Delores watching her darted her gaze toward Glen for reaction. Glen was sitting forward in anticipation, rubbing his hands together. “You’re loving this aren’t you?”

“Oh yes! Please continue.” He chuckled. “Show me what you got Dee.”

“I can remove my own pants Dear.” Delores grinned down at Chris on her knees ready to tug her jeans off.

“No, let Christina do it. You just… look sexy.”

“See? Glen thinks you’re sexy, that’s a positive.” Of course, his eyes were more devoted to Christina’s slumped forward angle, her Ass tightening up under stress, her weeping cunt calling out to Glen to be taken. It was becoming hard to think about his Wife even though she was trying hard to show him her Love and loyalty.

“Always have!” He made conversation to throw off his lust for Chris, “We just… got lost in time I think. That’s part of it. Having kids slows up things too.”

Pants pulled down Chris removes Delores Shepard’s pumps and encourages her out of her jeans entirely. Nervous hands flutter at her sides, yet Delores did discover her nipples were getting harder beneath her bra, so hard in fact that Delores took it upon herself to unfasten her bra, making use of her hands to avoid swatting nerves. Bra escaping her even Chris had to pucker at her perfect breasts. No sag whatsoever helped. “Nice boombah’s!”

“Boombah’s?” Delores giggled, “Yes, they are, aren’t they. Can I leave my panties on?” Matching white lace undies was all she had left. Well, except for her wedding bands and a thin gold crucifix around her neck.

“NO!” Both Glen and Chris blurted at the same time.

“Oh my God!” Delores shivered folding her arms over her tits.

Chris standing up moved behind Delores and repositioned her to face her man. “Take them off while meeting eyes with Glen. Slow and sensually.”

“Like this?” She complied to the best of her comprehension. Glen was once again biting his knuckles. Once Delores brought her thin brown pubes into the open, then her tight looking Pussy he was falling back into the couch cushion. This was the sexiest he had ever seen his Wife in over ten years.

“YESSSSS! I Love YOU DELORES!” His hands applauded her with echoing claps.

“I Love you too Glen.” She melted. Behind Delores, Christina caught her off guard moving under the woman’s arms and carefully guiding them upward, leading her hands into her long curly brown mane. Recalling how Eve did it in performing on her dining table she tangled the woman’s fingers in her hair and whispered to pose erotically. Requiring music Chris told her to keep teasing while she put on something to dance too. What Delores Shepard got was quite… secular. Using her 70’s CD Chris launched There Goes Another Love Song by the Outlaws. The country twang mixed with electric guitars struck Delores with a flare of her eyes. “Oh, that song brings back memories.”

“Dance for me Baby.” Glen nodded playfully to the beat. Seeing him brighten up so, Delores closed her eyes and invested her inner tease into a hauntingly erotic performance. Chris stepped away and gave her the floor. Peering out her picture window while the couple enjoyed one another’s spark she noticed Tucker and Mike, two of Christina’s first lovers coming toward her home. Excusing herself quietly and going into her bedroom she managed to wave the boys over to the window using her finger to keep them silent.

“What’s going on?” Tucker whispered through the screen.

“I have unusual company. I need you guys to keep people from just walking in. I want to leave the door open though. Guard the house for me? You can look through the windows but don’t let them see you.”

“Got it.” Mike gave her the OK trigger sign with his finger and thumb. Tucker was curious as hell now. Taking their leave, the boys ran around the back side of the house and snuck up on the living room side. Having experience in being ninjas they caught a glimpse of Delores swaying to the music and fluttering her fingertips over her body. One solid look and Mike dropped his jaw. “Holy crap! That’s my old Sunday School teacher Mrs. Shepard. Fuck me! I never pictured her to look that Hot.”

“I’d fuck her.” Tucker would! Horndog!

Keeping watch was difficult with something so crazy going down. A careful glance revealing Glen on the couch made them grin and mumble, “Striptease!”

Christina ignored the windows and observed Delores moving step by step closer to her husband. Playing tutor Chris eased up behind Delores and whispered instructions. Three prompted steps in how best to escalate his fantasy, Delores giggled and closed in on Glen’s lap. His knees parting to give her room Glen slouched back into the sofa and let his Wife straddle his lap and tease him, draping her breasts in over his face. Each time he tried to kiss them she pulled away and gave him a glare of you can look but don’t touch. Noticing the picture window behind the sofa she maintained a low profile but held the back of the sofa for support. Rolling her hair in his face she hopped up and down over his concealed staff until Chris snuck in behind her and gripped the woman’s hips showing her how to grind. Feeling her Pussy lips rolling across Glen’s tented erection Delores Shepard went full on demonic. For a Church goer she was easily swayed.

“Keep going! You’re doing great.” He shared a yearning hopefulness. Hearing his desire, she took a chance and reared up on his lap, if anyone were looking from the street they would see her tits twirling in two directions. A sudden desire to squeeze her breasts and lift one up to roll her tongue around her areola offered Glen something to keep in mind. The more he envisioned the hotter any sexual opportunity would be.

Songs travelling the era of the 80’s now, kept things sensual going into Every Breath You Take by the Police. Singing to one another as she ventured in to kiss her man Glen was allowed to touch her, his hands caressing her Ass and legs with loving trails that gave Delores goosebumps. Hell, even Chris was feeling the passion. “Awww!” under her breath.

The boys outside were able to see Mrs. Shepard’s butt pucker each time she leaned over Glen. Mike was actually crushing on his old teacher. Tucker wanted to fuck her! MILF Central! While captivated by her tight body for having two kids with Glen, the boys grew negligent in their jobs. Coming toward the house again were three more boys, Nestor, Shawn, and Corey. Spotting them before Delores reared up again from her make out session Christina snapped a glare at the mesmerized boys. Tucker even had his pecker out jerking. Pointing frantically Mike noticed her worry and darted around the house from the backside to motion silence and goad the boys into joining them at the living room windows. Once the three newcomers were filled in they too spied like Horny secret agents.

Chris waited until the Police pulled back their vocal reinforcements before interrupting the married couple. Song leading into Glory Days by Springsteen. Giggling Delores sat up and looked back at Chris, “Did you make this CD just for us? This was our very first secular concert together.”

“Read your minds.” Chris used her swagger, “Let’s step it up.” She coaxed Delores out of Glen’s lap, both women glancing down at his tentpole, a faint stain in his crotch Chris smirked, “Is that you or Glen?”

“Both I think.” Glen sighed.

A whisper amongst giddy women sent Delores to her knees and tiger striking at his legs and crotch, rubbing his erection with the palm of her hand then using her nails in returning downward. He gnashed his teeth and begged, “Do it! RIP ME APART!” Eyes sparkling at his lustful demeanor Delores unfastened his belt, then his single button, zipper sensually drawn down until his briefs popped up. Tugging his pants lower he hoisted his hips and let her drag both his slacks and his briefs to his knees.

“Shoes first.” Chris instructed. Like a slave Delores obeyed and removed his black loafers then set out to remove his pants entirely. In only his polo shirt and black socks she let him keep his socks on. He always did have cold feet. He himself yanked that polo over his head and tossed it aside. The Shepard’s were naked. His dick a sturdy seven with a nice bulbous crown. Christina’s mouth was watering as much as his Wife.

“Okay Delores… don’t rush this…” Chris invaded her space kneeling next to her hip, one hand touching Glen’s left leg. He nearly fainted at her arrival; he had never had two naked women so near his cock at once. “…let Glen know you worship him and his cock.”

“What do you mean?”

“Permission to show you?”

“DO IT!” Glen had to have Christina’s hands on him. Delores prepared to back away when Chris stopped her.

“Noooo! we do this together. He’s your man, not mine. I’m just here to give you pointers.”

“Okay!” Delores trembled at where this was going. “Talking about pointers… I need to point out that I’ve never… given a Blowjob. Hand job yes.”

“How old are you?” Chris winked playfully, “Time to get your feet wet Missy.”

“Oh my God! You better Love me Buddy.” She laughed at her husband, “Permission granted.”

“Okay! We do this together. I’ll start by showing you what drives guys crazy, then you repeat. Don’t get jealous.” She razzed the brunette. Easing over Glen’s cock Chris gently blew on his urethra, the breeze making his dick twitch as if alive. Seeing it Delores flared her eyes as Chris backs away to say, “Repeat.”

“Goodness this is exciting.” Delores pressed her lips close to his crown and blew on it, again it leaped upward as if saying, “Suck me please.” Giddy at his reaction she drew back and let Chris navigate in.

“Okay! Next step… let him know your loyalty and devotion.” Christina ran her cheek along both sides of his penis with a loving expression, a soft puckered kiss to his scrotum. Again, retreating Delores enjoyed her man’s dick caressing her cheek, eyes meeting for a shared respect. Glen wanted to cum then and then, his untouched erection was crying out for attention. Preferably Christina’s but his Wife would suffice. She was getting frisky.

“Next step, use your tongue to make him insane.” Chris confirms that Delores was fine with her going in, tongue lashing. A nod led Christina in to flick her tongue under his ball sack to the sensitive skin between balls and asshole. Glen arched his back and mumbled, “Make sure she knows it has to last longer than a minute.” A wink between Chris and Glen she wagged that spot for another full minute before releasing him to his Wife.

“You should do it longer than I did. Get his sensitivity level up until you have him begging to make Love to you.”

“Okay! Here goes.” Momma Shepard buried her face beneath his balls, holding his dick up over her brow without being hands on. That by itself was sexy as fuck. Short lived however as Chris informed her to lift his dick by example and gently stroke it while licking. Glen swooned at two hands touching his dick at once. On track Chris stepped away and stood behind Delores. Unable to see her, Chris played with her Pussy, her left breast lifted and crushed before sucking her own nipple as an extra bonus for Glen. While Glen darted his attention carefully between both women, his eyes swiftly lured their way back on his Wife to keep Delores from feeling as if he’d rather have Chris. Delores was built and more physically fit, but Chris was new and youthful. Even with added weight Christina had that Amazon effect, thick but curvy, fluffy but not overpowering in an obese manner. Not even close! Tough call indeed.