He did so as I watched him revealing his handsome muscled body to me making my pussy all the more wet.Then I put some whipped cream on my nipples and ...rdered him to lick me.Jimmy did as he was told and started to suck my erect nipples causing me to exhale soft moans. Once his mouth left my hard nipples, I squirted the whipped cream onto my clit and pussy lips. My black lover wasted no time in making his way between my legs to muff my pussy and lick up the cream and my juices. His tongue licked. So, I told him that was my wife and she was to be a slut for the night and that we just met Charles a couple hours ago in the bar. He looked shocked. “What? Your, wife??? Really?” “Yup. Really.”Just then Tamara started to scream. “Fuck… Fuck… I’m going to cum soon.” So, Charles fucked her harder and faster for another couple minutes and then my wife went into a crazy orgasm. Screaming like she was being tortured and yelling out. “FUCK… FUCK… OH…FUCK… It feels so good. FUCK… I love it.” Her cum. Harry was the sort of bloke a girl had photos of on her bedroom wall. Suddenly we warmed to the idea of him being our temp coach. I can say for certain that mine were not the only damp panties after our first team talk. He was six feet two, with the sort of body you get from tons of cardio and pumping it in the gym. He had a nicely trimmed stubble, blue eyes and a strangely soothing voice. I was virtually running for my vibe after his talk. You can imagine the atmosphere in the changing room. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I have two best friends. Lexi Lust and Sexxi Lexxi. For the longest time I managed to keep the perverse nature of my writing from them, but it was not meant to last. This is the story of how they.