I knew what that meant. I laid across the bed on my back, with my head close to the edge. Amy got up over me, with her pussy in my face and my cock in...her mouth. I was hard as a rock from watching her suck the other guys, and I soon discovered that she was just as turned on as I was, maybe more. I licked up between her pussy lips, slipped my tongue inside for a generous taste of her juices, then retreated to her clitoris and went to work.Tony saw his opening. He stepped up, with his cock right. .On last Wednesday I was at a supermarket where I saw my best friend after a very very long time, he asked to come home for a lunch at his place. So I went for with him and at his home saw his wife Rosy. She was around 39 years old with perfect figure and 5.5 height. We three spoke a lot and I, rosy exchanged our numbers.From the same day we both started to chat I phone for hours. And so after 1 week I messaged her about how I liked her 20 years back but she married my best friend instead. She. I loved them both, but...”“But what?”“But I think I might have a submissive streak or whatever you call it. Don’t get me wrong, it was great to sit on top of you and be totally in control, but downstairs ... The way you hovered over me ... I felt so ... powerless. So ... dominated. And it felt...” She closed her eyes and shuddered.When she opened them again, she rolled those big blue eyes up to stare into mine. “I’m serious about this, Paul. Tonight, you’ve shown me that sex can feel good. That. We had adopted them at birth; a childhood disease having left Tom infertile. Over the past eighteen months or so, they had changed from irascible tomboys into very attractive and, I had to admit, very sexy looking young women. Slightly taller than I was, they both had lithe, athletic bodies with long legs, cute bubble butts and pert 32B breasts.Both had boyfriends and I was sure they were sexually active. We’d spoken about contraception and safe sex. I was also pretty sure they were bisexual.