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“Did you miss me?” Mike Sparks murmured, and received a warm nuzzle in reply. He chuckled.
His wife’s furry Bichon Frise responded with a wag of her tail and another wet kiss.
He enjoyed the affection for a moment before setting the pup down. Mike pretended he didn’t care for her, but she was actually a well behaved animal. He especially liked the fact that she didn’t yip like so many small dogs.
“What are you doing down here, Snowball?” He glanced around, looking for his wife. He’d just arrived home from a business trip and it was late. The dog slept in their bedroom, probably even in their bed when he was gone. He didn’t approve, but his job took him out of town several nights a week, and he hated to complain.
No one in sight. He decided Cindy must already be in bed. Thinking about his pretty wife made his cock stir in his trousers. He yawned, loosening his necktie. It’d been a long flight from Los Angeles to Chicago. He’d thought he was too tired to do anything tonight, but the idea of sex was appealing. He’d settle for a blow job, but that wouldn’t be fair to her. Pleasuring Cindy had always been important to him. I wonder what she might be in the mood for tonight?
Rolling her over, dragging her body onto all fours and plundering her from behind was one of their favourite positions. He smiled at the idea, rubbing his erection through his slacks. They’d both enjoy that. He hoped she’d be in a similar frame of mind.
Shuffling through the stack of mail, he decided there was nothing urgent. Everything could wait until tomorrow. He yawned again, tempted to flop on the sofa and stretch out. The more he thought about Cindy with her long, blonde hair and full, round ass, though, the more excited he became. He’d go upstairs and see if she was awake.
He shut off the lights, picked up his two suitcases and trod lightly up the stairs. Snowball stayed close behind on his heels. He was surprised to see her small, circular bed in the hallway by the bedroom door. It was usually in their room next to the bed, except when they were having sex. That was the one time they excluded the dog from the room.
She pounced on her spot, curled up and looked at him expectantly.
He could see a dim light shining underneath the door. Setting his luggage down, one hand on the knob, he stopped and listened to the noises coming from inside.
Intrigued, Mike pushed open the door.
The bedside lamp shed a soft glow on the room, enough for him to make out two forms in the bed. Cindy was on top, naked, her legs spread wide over the other person’s face. He saw the back of her head, face buried in the pussy of a supine woman.
If he hadn’t seen the yellow car parked in front of his house, he wouldn’t have been able to identify Denise Rogers’ shapely legs flailing before him. He knew Cindy didn’t like being alone in the new house and sometimes invited her best friend to stay over. He didn’t know what they’d been doing on those nights. He was mesmerised.
Both women were obviously into the sixty-nine sex, neither stopped nor even hesitated as he opened the door. Soft moans and juicy slurping filled the air.
Watching the passionate love play, he inhaled, trying to keep his breathing on an even keel. Strangely, he was surprised but not angry. He should have been furious with his wife. He watched the back of her head bob up and down as she hungrily devoured Denise’s pussy.
Does it seem less of an offence that she’s with another woman? He wondered if he’d have been as calm, walking in and finding her fucking another man. Probably not.
The scenario was interesting. If he wasn't so stunned, he might consider stripping and joining them. He and Cindy occasionally joked about adding a third person to their sexual escapades. He realised at that moment why they hadn’t—they could never agree if it should be a man or a woman. He’d always said he wanted a man for her pleasure, while she thought another woman would be more fun for them both. Now he understood why she’d wanted a woman. The realisation was somewhat shocking.
He held his breath as the women shifted on the bed. They now lay on their sides, faces buried in each other’s pussies and showing enough skill to make any man envious. It was also clear this wasn’t a first encounter for either woman. How long has it been going on? Mike exhaled silently, still amazed and watching intently.
Cindy groaned and pulled back. She murmured in a throaty voice, “I’m coming.”
“Oh, yeah, baby! Come on! I’m right there with you!”
He could see Denise then, long red hair in a tangled mess on his pillow. Each woman had one leg in the air, kicking wildly as simultaneous orgasms shot through them. Their moans and grunts were nearly unbearable. He stroked his cock through his slacks for a moment before he decided what he had to do.
Both legs lowered to the bed as the women panted, coming down from what obviously were fabulous climaxes.
He gave them just enough time to recover before stepping further into the room. “Hi honey, I’m home. Hey, Denise. How’s it going?” Walking as casually as he could manage to his dresser, he removed a pair of pyjamas. His heart pounded wildly, but he forced his demeanour to remain calm.
“Mike!” Cindy flew up to her knees, covering herself with a sheet.