Veronica woke up again just after 8 am, Saturday morning. John, her husband, had disturbed her around 6 am, and she vaguely recalled him kissing her and whispering into her ear that he was going to the gym. She had stirred slightly, mumbled, then rolled over.
Now, as the early morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the bedroom, her eyes slowly adjusted to the light before she blinked open, the haze clearing in her mind. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she could sense a presence and see the faint outline of someone standing in the shadows; she knew instantly it was Angela. She was exhausted; her body ached, and her legs felt weak.
Veronica pretended she hadn’t seen Angela, stretching her arms above her head and yawning. She was extremely thirsty, and a faint salty taste lingered on her tongue. She reached for the water bottle on her bedside table, guzzling half of it before gasping for air. Her skin felt dry, and the distinct odour of sex was in her senses. She was in desperate need of a hot shower. “Not just yet,” she thought.
Her eyelids were heavy, lying back on the king-sized bed, her head melting into the feather-down pillow, and they softly closed as she relaxed. She started replaying the events of the previous night over and over in her head.
She’d never imagined she would have enjoyed it that much. Her pussy tingled, her clit throbbing as she recalled the events. Conscious of her admirer, her legs slowly parted. Her hands caressed and slid across her pale skin, finger tips brushing over her breasts, lingering on her nipples before continuing to her abdomen and then reaching for her smooth, freshly waxed mound. Her finger tip was playing in the little tuft of red pubes that remained on her mons pubis, guarding her clitoral hood. She lifted her hand to her mouth to wet her fingers, sucking one then two between her lips. Then, she tentatively touched her swollen labia. She winced slightly, then moaned as a single digit slid along her tender lips. Seeking out her wet, still slightly gaping, hole and circling it twice before sliding effortlessly in.
Never had she been fucked so hard. A smile spread across her face as her head sank deeper into the pillow. She continued to caress her pussy, her body reacting slightly as a soft, cool breeze blew across the room. Her naked, uncovered body shivered as her nipples stiffened. She reluctantly dozed off again, dreaming about the events that had led her to commit infidelity. She rolled onto her side as Angela stood in the shadows watching.
Veronica’s mind raced as she sank back into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, she still wasn’t sure how they had managed to talk each other into it, watching the porn, the fantasy, and then the role play had all been crazy and exciting.
She still couldn’t contemplate how they had managed to find a willing guy to just “fuck her, no strings attached.” John, however, had known this wouldn’t be an issue; his wife was beautiful: at 38 years old, 5’8, a slender size 14, with a gorgeous hourglass figure, large voluptuous breasts measuring 36D, long red hair, light green eyes, with pale Irish skin and a few freckles on her nose. In his eyes, she was a goddess.
The week had been full of discussion until they finally reached an agreement. They had decided what they were going to do and agreed on a strategy for how to achieve it.
They had acted out their fantasy more than once that week. Veronica loved sitting on John’s face, nearly as much as John loved eating her pussy. To his and her enjoyment, her ass hadn’t been off limits lately either; he had licked it and fingered it. But Veronica had stopped him from fucking it. “Not just yet,” she had said. They both knew they were ready to take the next step.
The next evening, they sat down together in front of the computer and registered on a somewhat local swingers website, “Wives4Sex.” They created a profile using made-up names, “JVH6&JVW9 looking 4 fun,” and had fun taking provocative photos while keeping their faces hidden. They added them to the profile, described what they wanted, and waited for something to happen. Unfortunately, this proved unproductive; they received many requests, none of which they considered suitable.
Then, one day, they received a message from a local businessman named Richard. It directed them to his profile. It stated he was in his mid-40s and single. He was 5’10, of average build, and looked athletic, toned, and fit. Richard had said he was an accountant, and kept himself fit by training at the gym, swimming at the pool and competing in triathlons.
Veronica smiled to herself, assuming this meant he would have some stamina. It also said he had a fetish for Nurses and women in uniform, but emphasised nurses, especially the married ones, as he openly admitted he had commitment issues.
Without providing an address, he indicated his apartment was in the city. Veronica took this to mean that he was close enough to their home that she would make it back before all his seed had oozed out of her pussy. She giggled to herself when that thought popped into her head. John just looked at her with a mischievous grin.
They conversed via numerous Emails, including pictures of both John and Veronica, Veronica being in various stages of undress, and Richard provided a picture of himself and of his cock, at Veronica’s request, of course. Richard requested a photo of Veronica in her Nursing uniform. To which they had complied and sent a few.
Richard commented, proud of the size of his manhood, he felt it was impressive, and noted that he had never had any complaints. John and Veronica both thought that was a bit arrogant, but after looking at it again, they agreed it was.
Veronica knew John was bigger, so she also giggled when they looked at it. She squeezed John’s thigh, brushing over his cock accidentally, with a knowing, “Don’t worry, hun,” gesture. Inevitably, this led John’s cock to fill with hot blood, swell and harden. She just looked at him as he grinned, then flipped from email to Google. Typed in porn hub, picked out a threesome video in which a husband watches his wife being fucked, by a stranger doggy style. The woman looks at her husband, talks dirty, then sucks his cock. She smiled at John, then quickly lowered her head as John watched, his hand stroking the back of Veronica’s head. She retrieved his cock from his pants and sucked him hard, hearing him moan loudly as he erupted into her mouth. She raised her head, looking into his eyes, swallowing, then licking her lips. They kissed passionately.
They realised Richard was currently away on business and tentatively arranged a meeting for the following Friday evening. Due to their busy schedules, this was the only evening available for months. Of course, this meant meeting after a full day at work for all of them; however, if they wanted this to happen, they didn’t really have a choice.
Richard requested that Veronica arrive at 7 pm dressed in her nursing uniform, which, at first, seemed a bit strange. Then, took into account what they had requested and quickly dismissed it.
Veronica then remembered how much she had enjoyed John collecting her after work, pulling her panties down and licking her sweaty pussy until she squealed and came on his face. After a busy day at work, the stress-releasing effects of that alone were enough to convince her it was a great idea.
She also recalled times when she would make John kneel in front of her, stick his head up her dress, and sniff her panties. Listening as he breathed in deeply, inhaling her musty scent, then licking and sucking the material until it was wet. She would control him and make him wait. Instructing him, then eventually letting him yank the gusset to the side or ordering him to rip open her tights, before devouring her. Some men just liked the smell and taste of a working woman, she laughed.
Whilst Veronica seemed to be daydreaming, John got to work planning the arrangements, transportation, and times. He had already discussed the computer incident with Angela. She had been embarrassed and apologetic, she tried to explain, but John stopped her, thanked her and stated they were currently having the best sex ever. Angela grinned, replying, “I know, these walls are paper-thin, you know.” John just chuckled, and Angela squirmed a bit. If only they knew.
John explained to Angela what they would now do. She looked at him quite exuberantly, not really knowing how to respond or what to say.
So when John proposed that she pick Veronica up from work, drive her to Richard’s apartment, hang around, and then bring her home afterwards, Angela wasn’t shocked. He told her that he trusted her to take care of Veronica and bring her back to him safely, so she reluctantly agreed.
Friday came, and Veronica went into work at her normal time. John had arranged two meetings but then cancelled them, not being able to concentrate. He left his home office at lunchtime and went to the gym instead.
The A&E was crazy busy, and Veronica didn’t have the same luxuries John had; she couldn’t trot off to the gym. She had to work and, like most Nurses, was running around all day; she hadn’t had time to worry about the evening’s planned event. which was probably a good thing, as now, as the time approached, the nerves were starting to kick in.
Angela was outside at 1830, as arranged, and watched as Veronica rushed out of the department. Flustered, she jumped in the car.
“Hi, Wow, what a crazy day. What have you been up to?” she asked, as she pulled out some lipstick and a hairbrush, her hands and voice shaking.
Angela grinned. “Same ol same ol,” she replied.
Then asked, “You ok?” hearing the nervousness in her voice. She had been reluctant to get involved at first, but when she remembered that it was basically her fault, that it had actually been her on the computer looking at porn, she realised she had no choice but to comply. She also felt obliged to support Veronica, not really understanding or knowing whose idea this had all been anyway. She didn’t understand why John had not just denied it and pointed the finger at her.
As they drove across Manchester, she could see that Veronica was nervous; Angela could sense that and attempted to talk her out of it. Veronica refused to yield, reminding herself that this was what they had both wanted.
Angela reminisced as Veronica got ready. She had known Veronica for years. They had first met on a surgical ward at Bolton Hospital. Veronica was twenty years old and in her last year of Nursing school; she was eighteen and a new healthcare aide.
Surprisingly, to Angela, they became friends. Angela didn’t have many friends; she was a little shy and kept herself to herself. She seemed to really hit it off with Veronica, though. They were both single, so they hung out together, partied, and had lots of fun. One particular night, they both got drunk, met a guy and took him back to Angela’s flat, they were going to seduce him. They pushed him onto the bed and giggled as they kissed and rubbed their hands over each other’s bodies. The guy was young, and watching the girls inevitably led him to blow his load. The girls looked over as he swore, then noticed the stain appear, but before they could get his pants off. He made some pathetic excuse, jumped up, and ran away. By the time Angela got back from closing the front door, Veronica had passed out on the bed.
Angela had been a little lost back then. She lived alone in a council flat with no family to speak of. So when Veronica mentioned she was joining the army and thought Angela should do the same, it took Angela all of 30 seconds to agree.
They both joined the army together, passing their medicals and fitness tests at the same time, before receiving orders to report to Keogh Barracks in Surrey for basic training. They flew through basic training together, Angela a little bit better on the fitness side, Veronica a little better on the technical side. They shared a dorm room and helped each other immensely.
Angela secretly liked watching Veronica get changed. Veronica knew this and teased her incessantly, flashing some flesh whenever she had the opportunity.
Veronica would also try to catch glimpses of her friend watching as she soaped up her breasts and bottom in the showers, which always made her tingle. Then at night, Veronica would listen intently as Angela masturbated under the covers in secret, hearing her stifled moans always got her wet, which inevitably led to her rubbing her clit until she came through gritted teeth.
Unfortunately, back then, being gay was not an option in the military. The girls knew this, so they suppressed their feelings and desires. Which inevitably meant nothing would ever come of it. Following their training, they went their separate ways. Veronica went off to train to be an officer as she was already a qualified Nurse, and Angela went to her medic training as a private. They kept in touch for a while but soon found other friends and sadly grew apart.
John met Angela a few years later, having served as one of her troop officers for 2 years before he transferred to a different team. They still met up on training courses and the odd military exercise.
He had encouraged her to train hard and apply for the Regiment; he had given her a glowing recommendation. But the bigwigs had, unfortunately, denied it, along with many other requests; they were not quite ready for females in the speciality teams yet.
Of course, as the years went on, things changed, and just before John had his accident, Angela had finished her training and been transferred, joining the same team as John. She was first on scene when the incident occurred, rendering immediate first aid, and played a big part in getting him and the team to safety.
Angela remembered being surprised to see Veronica when she walked onto the ward in Woolwich. She was attending a course at the hospital, so she thought it would be nice to call in and see John. She saw Veronica and immediately gave her a big hug, holding her close for what felt like a little too long.
Veronica laughed and told John she would explain later. Not realising that John knew her, too. However, both Veronica and John could tell Angela was slightly jealous when she learned they were dating. But they shrugged it off, and Angela wasn’t really sure who she was envious of the most. She clearly had an attraction to both of them. She knew why things had gone astray with Veronica, but wasn’t sure why she and John hadn’t gotten together; she was single, fun to be around or at least she thought she was. At thirty-six years old, 5’6, muscular and athletic now, but still feminine. 34 C breasts, with huge nipples, long auburn hair tied up in a bun most of the time, and the most gorgeous dark brown eyes. She enjoyed a big cock just as much as the next girl; however, in this scenario, she never thought the next girl would be Veronica!
Angela had convinced herself that the Army had also prevented her from having a relationship with John. He was an officer after all, and everyone knew-
“The officers’ club didn’t allow relationships with the junior ranks,” she heard herself saying, in a posh voice, giggling to herself, before feeling a little sense of disappointment.
Veronica asked if they were nearly there. She asked again, a few minutes later, when she didn’t hear a reply, this time a little more sternly. Angela jumped, slightly startled, returning her quickly to the present, replying, “Yes, my lady, we have arrived,” trying to sound like Parker from Thunderbirds.
She pulled up to the curb in the Black Audi SUV and checked in one last time.
“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” She emphasised the term “doing” again.
Veronica smiled at her and said, “No, I am not sure, but we are here now.”
Angela watched her friend climb out of the car. She gazed a little too long at her slender stocking-clad legs, then at her perfect bottom as she stood by the car, straightening her uniform. Wishing it had been her who Veronica was going to meet.
Veronica didn’t notice her this time; she was too preoccupied, then said, “I will text you in a bit.”
She watched as Veronica walked towards the apartment building. She heard her talk into the intercom, then, as the door opened, she placed the Audi into gear and drove away. Parking up fairly close by, she retrieved her flask of coffee, poured herself a cup, then, pulling out her book, she relaxed as best she could and started to read.
Veronica arrived at 7 pm, pressing the intercom, as arranged. Richard invited her up, giving her the room and floor number. She heard a buzzer sound and a soft click as the door unlocked and swung open automatically. She unconsciously held her breath as she walked to the elevator and, once inside, pushed the button for the top floor. She had to force herself to breathe, suddenly gasping as the elevator doors opened. She saw him at the end of the hall as he opened his door.
Richard watched her with pure lust as she approached in her dark blue figure-hugging uniform. He could sense her hesitation as she came closer and invited her in. They got talking, and he cracked a few jokes, which put her at ease.
She looked at him; he was more handsome in person, she thought.
“Your website profile does not really do you any justice.”
She said, “You’re much more attractive.”
He thanked her and repaid the compliment, commenting on how beautiful she was, how stunning she looked.
She felt her cheeks go a dark shade of crimson as she started now to relax a bit. She sensed a slight tingle and felt herself getting wet. Her panties were becoming moist. Her nipples were also reacting, and she felt them starting to poke at the material, becoming more uncomfortable in their material restraints. God, she thought, why am I so aroused?
Richard was still in his suit, bar his jacket, which he had placed neatly on the back of a kitchen stool. Veronica looked at him as they stood there in the kitchen, chatting, sipping some red wine. She moved closer to him, running the back of her fingers up his inner thigh, chinked his wine glass, and proposed a toast.
“Here’s to a fun-filled evening.”
Richard felt her touch, and it seemed to catch him a little by surprise.
“Or should we say cum filled evening?” he replied, trying to be funny. He was now a little nervous.
The hair on his arm stood up, and a shiver ran down his spine. “
Hello,” he thought, then realised he had said it aloud. Veronica’s fingernails traced the outline of Richard’s hardening cock before she was startled by his remark. She pulled back her hand and blushed again, apologising.
Not sure what had come over her, or why she was apologising. The next few minutes in the kitchen were a little uncomfortable. She sipped on her wine, smiling at Richard. Should he make the next move or should I? she thought. He was gazing back into her pale green eyes. Adjusting his pants as they grew uncomfortable, Veronica noticed and realised it would have to be her.
She slowly set her glass down on the marble countertop and began undoing the zip at the front of her uniform. Richards’ gaze adjusted as her uniform opened at the front, revealing her white, lacy bra. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. Veronica held it there for a moment, enjoying his touch. The way his fingers needed her exposed flesh, as he squeezed her. He could feel her erect nipple tickling his palm. She leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips against his, her tongue pressing against his mouth, waiting for it to open. She lowered her hand and found his cock again; she could feel it swelling in his pants.
She traced her fingers along each side of his cock, stroking it again through the material. He was getting harder. “Mmmmm, is that for me?” she said, continuing to kiss and caress him. Richards’s hand squeezed her breast through her bra; he pushed his hand inside the material, scooping it out. He tweaked her nipple, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft gasp from Veronica’s pursed lips. She pushed his head towards her nipple, lifting her breast slightly, encouraging him to suck it. Then, once satisfied, she pushed him back against the kitchen island, unzipped his trousers, and slid her hand into his boxers. His cock filled her hand as she rubbed it with her palm, her thumb stroking the now swollen, unsheathed hard tip. She hadn’t realised he was circumcised. Her nail scraped over the tiny hole, eliciting a moan, and her tongue darted into his mouth as their lips collided. His hands groped her breasts more eagerly before easing her uniform off her shoulders, allowing it to slide down her body.
She removed her hand from his suit pants, allowing her uniform to fall to the floor. Exposing her pale white body, her white lace bra, matching panties and stockings now on full display, he stood back and took in her beauty, staring at her body before stooping down again and sucking the one exposed nipple, biting it hard, then sucking it into his mouth. His hand ran up her thigh and rubbed between her legs, forcing her to spread them slightly. He could feel the soaked crotch of her panties. He rubbed his fingers along her slit, pushing the material between her lips. He was starting to get a bit rough, and she liked it; his nerves were completely gone.
He forcibly turned her around, and she bent forward, pressing her breasts against the cold marble worktop. Her fingers gripped the edge, as he gripped and then pulled her panties down in one smooth action. He started, kissing and biting her smooth, pale buttocks, caressing the soft skin, and tracing his tongue along the heavenly valley between them. He removed her panties from her left ankle, holding her up and lifting her foot as she stepped out of the confining material, then started to spread her legs. He thumbed open her cheeks and poked her ass with his tongue, riming her for a few moments before his mouth found and began licking her sodden pussy.
His fingers found her clit, and he somehow applied a sizzor-like pressure on it, teasing it between the two fingers, as his hand moved back and forth. He turned her back around, placing her right leg over his shoulder. She wrapped it around his neck and across his back, pulling him into her. Then he pushed the two fingers into her hot, wet tunnel, stroking and rubbing the walls as she squeezed them. His lips surrounded her clit, and he sucked it hard. She moaned loudly, gripping his head as an orgasm approached.
Without warning, her expression changed, her eyes rolled back, and she started shaking. John felt her weight suddenly drop onto his hand and shoulders. His hand nearly disappeared into her soaking cunt, then she exhaled deeply as she squirted on his face. Holding him there as He struggled to lick her clean. Fluid dripped from his chin, soaking his shirt and tie. He swallowed hard, trying to drink her clear, hot juice. His free hand was trying to support her bottom, trying to lift her slightly so he could breathe, eventually, though she started to relax.
As she started to regain control of her senses and strength in her legs, she released him from her grip. He stood smiling, her fluid dripping off his chin, his face wet and shiny. “You are fucking delicious.” he grabbed her hand and started to pull her into the bedroom. She stopped to catch her panties, removing them from around her ankle, before running after him.
Grabbing him, she undid his pants frantically, dropping to her knees as she pulled them down. His cock danced in front of her eyes as she tugged at his boxers, her red lips kissing its length, her fingers stroking it, scraping her nails around the tip before sliding them down his full length, fondling his balls, slipping a finger nail between his cheeks and scratching at his asshole. As she continued to squeeze his balls, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her tongue poked at the small hole, tasting the precum that oozed out. She was full of wanton desire; nothing else mattered. She had forgotten that she was married. Her carnal lust had taken over.
Richard’s hands grabbed her head, running his fingers through her long red hair. He pushed into her mouth slowly, starting to pump his hips and fuck her face. He heard her gag slightly as the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth and slipped into her throat. He smiled to himself, then He moaned loudly as her tongue flicked out and along his shaft; the tip licked and tickled his ball sack; it was the first time a woman had been able to do that; he was amazed, and he definitely liked it.
Richard was a bit smaller than John, so she had no problems sucking his 9 inches. Her head bobbed back and forth, and He groaned loudly. He was enjoying the sensation, the warm wetness of her mouth, the sensation and tightness as she allowed access to her throat. He thought he was in heaven. She withdrew his cock from between her lips, kissed the tip, then hesitated for a second. Remembering why she was there. She looked up and announced that she needed him to fuck her.
Richard heard this instruction quite clearly. He flipped her around onto her knees on the bed and watched in Orr as she bent forward, adopting a yoga-like “Child pose.” He moaned again, his hand stroking his hard cock, as she reached back to spread her cheeks. Revealing how wet her pussy was. He could see her juices dripping from her lips, her cunt was ready, and she was here to have it filled with cum, his cum for her husband, John.
Richard admired her ass for a few seconds, then smacked it hard, leaving a red handprint on her right butt cheek. She squealed, then reached back again. Placing a hand on each cheek and started to spread them apart, “fuck me, Richard, Fuck me hard.” He positioned his cock at her wet opening, rubbing the head along the folds of soft skin, soaking the tip in her sweet honey. He felt her tight pussy stretch open, gripping him as the head of his cock entered her. He slid in easily. She was so wet, so tight, the heat engulfed him, and he held himself deep within her for a minute, just taking in the incredible sensation.
She moaned and started rotating her hips, pushing back against his firm body. “Fuck me, please,” she whimpered. He licked his thumb, then placed his hand on the bottom of her back, slipping the pad of his thumb over her exposed anus, rubbing it, pushing it until it slipped past the tight sphincter and into her ass. Veronica moaned again loudly, turned her head to look at him, then said, “Maybe next time.”
She smiled, then, with a sense of meaning in her voice, told him again to fuck her. He left his thumb where it was as he started to push in and out. She moved back against him, grinding and squeezing as they fucked, both moaning and sweating. She felt an orgasam build, then explode, her legs shaking as Richard gripped her hip with his free hand.
“Fuuuuuck don’t stop,” she cried as he continued to fuck her. “Cum in me!” she commanded, “Cum now!”
Richard cried out as he deposited a large amount of cum inside her pussy, she held him there ensuring she had every drop, or so she thought. She eased herself carefully off his cock just as another jet hit her rear. His finger popped out of her bum cum splashed onto it and landed on her back. She quickly turned, and he pushed his cock towards her face, sending another jet across both breasts, hitting her mouth, nose, and just missing her eye. Veronica quickly grabbed and sucked his cock back into her mouth as he deposited another load on her tongue. He was gasping for air as she sucked the last few drops out, then leaned back.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” she stated.
“I was saving it for you,” he said through his deep breaths. They were both panting as he watched her grab her panties, pulling them back on, adjusting them back into position, then she sat for a few minutes holding herself. “God, Veronica, that was intense.”
She smiled.
“I need to get home now, quickly,” she said as she grabbed her uniform. Richard knew why she was there; they had discussed it. He didn’t seem to mind at first, but right now, he did. She dressed quickly, kissed him, thanked him, and then left. She jumped in the elevator, sent Angela a quick message and tried to adjust her uniform.
Angela received the text and pulled the car around to the front of the apartment building, just as Veronica walked out looking slightly dishevelled and thoroughly fucked. Her uniform stuck to her body, Richards’s cum drying on her skin. Her lipstick smudged, Angela looked at her in awe and said, “Well, how did that go?”
Knowing full well how it went, she could smell the sex on her. Angela sensed a reaction in her own body. Veronica smiled, giggled and told her as they drove home across Manchester. Angela was thoroughly wet listening to Veronica as she recalled the event, not missing a single detail. She could feel her juices pooling beneath her; her pussy was producing copious amounts of liquid, and she squirmed in her seat, listening to her friend. Thankfully, Veronica was too busy to notice, and it was a good job the car had leather seats, she thought.
Veronica wiped her lips with a wipe, then reapplied her red lipstick and messaged John. She sat slightly uncomfortably in her wet knickers, feeling Richard’s cum starting to seep into them.
“Hurry,” she said to Angela, “it’s starting to seep out.”
Her pussy, ass and thighs were sticky with a mix of hers and Richard’s juices. Richards’ salty deposit left a lingering salty taste on her tongue. She could feel his cum drying on her chest, ass, and back, and she knew she had some in her hair. She looked over at Angela, and suddenly she started to worry. The anxiety hit her like a train. “What have I just done?” she proclaimed. Tears welling in her eyes.
Angela noticed the change in her friend’s composure and asked why she was worrying. “You both chose to do this!” she said. John agreed to this. Helped organise everything. Veronica wasn’t convinced, though, and was now worried about what she might be walking into. Angela told her not to worry, that she was sure it would all be ok. She slowed the car as it left the tarmac and rolled onto the gravel driveway, slowly approaching the front of the house. She parked and patted her hand on Veronica’s leg; she stroked it along Veronica’s smooth stockings. “It will be fine, honestly.” Veronica climbed out of the car again, hesitantly this time. Angela watched her again as she walked towards the door, staring at the hypnotic sway of her hips and perfect ass.
Veronica opened the door and went in. For a moment, she wondered why Angela hadn’t followed her in, then she dismissed the thought. Treading softly on the stairs, carefully, slowly, hoping he was there. She opened the bedroom door and found John sitting on the bed, naked, and all her fears faded away.
Angela waited in the car for a few minutes, just in case Veronica or John came bolting out. She climbed out of the Audi, locked it, and headed around the house through the side gate and entered her apartment through the back door. She walked into her room and turned on her computer. As it started, she pulled off her wet jeans and sweater. She wore a black bra and matching panties, which were soaked, so she slipped them down and threw them across the room. She pinched and pulled on her nipple piercings with one hand, rubbing her sensitive clit, with the other.
She removed a few toys from her “Toy box,” then climbed onto her bed to watch the show. She positioned the mouse pointer over the camera app and double-clicked the play icon. The screen flickered slightly, then the picture became clear. The cost of the military-grade spy cameras was extortionate, but now she realised why. She joined the action just as Veronica was wiggling her ass in John’s face. She grabbed her metal bejewelled butt plug, slipping it between her pussy lips, using her own juice to lubricate and warm the cold steel. Then, as she watched Veronica slip her panties to the side, releasing the cum held within them, it slipped past her sphincter, filling her ass.
The vibrator was set to a low pulsating mode before it was inserted into her pussy, all 10 thick, glorious inches. She gently tugged on the metal bars that pierced her nipples. Her orgasm approached so quickly that she was surprised. She cried out, her hips lifting off the bed, her body suddenly started spasming at precisely the same time, Veronica squirted on John’s face. She moaned as her body relaxed, then settled back again to watch. She continued to play with herself, listening to her friends’ blissful sex cries and moans echoing through the house.
To be continued
